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#People like seeing you stroke their ego and kiss their ass so much it stays wet... Nigga I'm not your person then
blue-slxt · 5 months
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Kinktober 18
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🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞
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A/N: Back-to-back Fish Boy! Ao'nung's confidence feels like it makes him the perfect fit for something as ego stroking as watching himself fuck his partner in front of the mirror. I hope you guys enjoy this one! All characters are aged up.
Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem!Human!Reader
Warnings: P in V, Creampie, Praise, Dom!Ao'nung
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Ao’nung always felt weird coming to the lab that was set up near the beach. He really only ever came when he wanted to see you and you didn’t feel like suiting up with your mask. Watching him now as his eyes shift around your room was almost adorable. The way he gazed at everything with a hint of curiosity and his ears would flick in wonder.
“What is this called?” he asks pointing at your fan that sat beside him.
“That’s a fan. It helps me cool off when I get too hot.”
He cautiously touches it and huffs out a breath at the strange looking object.
“You sky people have the strangest things.”
“You’re adorable.” You tease a little. “I know something you’ll probably like. Come here.” You grab his much larger hand and urge him up from your bed and into the bathroom.
You position him in front of the mirror and gesture at it with your arms in a ta-da motion.
He stares at himself for a moment moving his ears, flicking his tail, and turning his chin side to side and watches as his reflection mimics him perfectly.
“That is me.”
“Pretty cool, huh? Now, you can clearly see how handsome you actually are.” You say trailing your fingers up his arm.
“Well, I don’t need this thing to know that.” He says puffing his chest out and rolling his shoulders back earning a giggle from you.
“Well, excuse me Mr. Strong Handsome Metkayina Man.” You tease throwing your arms around his neck. His hands hold you against him and he can practically smell the arousal in your skin. Ao’nung lifts you with ease and sits you on the sink in front of him. He leans his face in just inches away from yours smirking down at you.
“You know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try with one of these”
He cocks one of his brows at you in wonder.
“What if I told you that I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror” your voice drops to a hushed seductive whisper and Ao’nung grins from ear to ear clearly liking the sound of that.
“You always have the most interesting ideas” he says before crashing his lips onto yours. It’s messy and impatient and so fucking hot.
You hop down off the sink and turn around to press your ass against his cock that was unsurprisingly hard already. You swear this man stayed ready at all times of the day and night. Not like you were complaining, though. He grinds his length against you and leans forward to kiss and nibble on your ear. Your head falls back against him letting out a low moan. His eyes flick to the mirror so he can watch your face and fuck, you looked so hot like this.
“These need to go. Now.” He says in your ear hooking his thumb in the waistband of your shorts that you quickly shimmy out of. He uses one hand to undo the knot on his tewng and you can feel his heavy cock rest on your ass while he slides between the lush of your cheeks. He groans behind you feeling your soft skin rubbing against his hard shaft.
“Ao’nung, don’t tease…” it comes out in a whine and hearing his name on your lips makes him lose his patience. He finally lines himself up with your slick covered pussy and slowly pushes in. Both of you have your eyes focused on the mirror taking in each other’s faces while he sinks into you inch by inch. It’s a completely new experience seeing each other’s expressions in this way and it just ramps up the intensity of everything for you two. When he starts to steadily thrust into you, you can’t even keep your head up straight because all you can think about is how good he’s stretching you.
“Look at me.” He says behind you still keeping pace inside of you.
You weakly manage to lift your head and meet his eyes in the mirror. His chin drops to his chest when he groans feeling you squeeze around him.
“Keep looking at me.”
“Mmf…fuck Nung! S-so deep!” you cry out still keeping your eyes focused on his face. He sucks in a sharp breath, “Yeah, you’re taking it so well.”
He breaks eye contact with you for just a split second to look down and watch the way your drenched cunt sucked his whole cock in. Your eyes start to roll feeling that familiar tightness growing in your core. Your mouth hangs open doing your best to catch the breath that he was currently knocking out of you. Seeing your fucked out expression almost tips him over the edge. Ao’nung uses one of his hands to grab you by your face and make you look in the mirror.
“Look how beautiful you are taking my cock.” He grunts out while losing his own breath.
“M-hm! Haah ah!”
“Say it.” He demnads.
“I look *thrust* so pretty *thrust* taking your cock! *thrust*” your words are broken and your breathing is erratic, but you’re so damn close, you can taste it.
“Hng…squeezing me so tight!” he says between clenched teeth. “Cum for me. Let me see it.”
And right on command, your body explodes with pleasure racing through you. Your eyes cross, your legs buckle, and your pussy flutters around him.
“Shit…shit!” he hisses out feeling his own release flow into you. With him still holding your face, you can watch him while he fills you to the brim and God, what a sight he was. He bares his fangs as he hisses and groans riding out his high.
When he finally finishes, your eyes meet in the mirror again and you smile deviously at him. He knows that look. Now, that you had gotten started, you two weren’t going to be done for a long while.
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kfanopinions · 2 years
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Johnny's Ideal Type (Astrology Based)
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i'm going to look into his moon and venus placements. i'm not going to look at any aspects so some info may be surface level. when i'm better familiarized with these aspects i will go into more depth later on. please do note that i'm working with johnny's birth time so house placements are known. as always, take this with a grain of salt. this is for entertainment purposes only. thank you!
i'm going to start off with his 10th house placement and his moon sign
10th house
someone who is a "very" hard worker i say this because his moon is in the 10th house. the 10th house talks about our careers. those who have a 10th house placement in their moon "want more in life." as an example: someone who grew up poor will most likely strive for middle class or upper class. they want more than what they had growing up. so someone who is lazy may not be the ideal person for him.
someone who takes pride in their work if you're a teacher for an example you can be passionate about being a teacher. always thinking about what is best for your students, the schools, district etc. this passion is what johnny has himself with his career. his ideal type can be someone who is just as passionate about their job as he is with his.
someone who can see past the bullsh*t this one may sound strange, but stay with me. people with a moon in the 10th house can have a way with and i use this lightly, "personas." anything that can help them get to the position in their careers they want to be at. think of someone who doesn't mind being a kiss ass to the boss because they know if they are on their boss' good side it will help them in the end. this may translate to their relationships as well so i believe someone who knows how to see past this may be a good choice.
soul worthy ambitions this might contradict what i just said about wanting more than what they had growing up, but the main focus of those with a moon in the 10th house is to do things that are good for their soul. they may not reach "ceo status" but wherever they are at if it feels good for them or "good enough" they will stay in this embrace. again, he may want someone who does the same. doing what they love and to the extent that will be good for them.
stroke his ego don't think dirty. or do, you're choice. moon in the 10th house people want to be appreciated for their hard work. they want to be acknowledged for all their accomplishments. they may have a tendency to be super well known and then unknown at times depending on the status of their career. THEY LOVE BEING APPRECIATED! so, someone who even if it's something small like johnny doing an episode of JCC and they watched and give bits of what they liked about to him i believe he would be super happy and proud of himself.
openness people with a moon in the 10th house use more of their intuition when accessing people. they give people a chance and not base things off of preconceived notions.
betrayal is a no go ESPECIALLY in the career side, but if it's involving his job i can't see any difference in his romantic life. treachery is not tolerated and of course...hurtful.
jealousy is not ideal someone with a moon in the 10th house can have a lot of female followers (i'm going to say aside from his fans. think about staff and co-workers he has and will have in the future). as someone respectable and insightful women may have the tendency to be admirers and seek him out for help or advice. so, someone who doesn't get super jealous whenever he is around women or working with women will be ideal. additionally, we all have seen how much love johnny has from his parents but his mom as well. she could have played a big role in his upbringing and thus making him someone who women feel comfortable around/can relate to them. this is speculative so take this with a grain of salt.
publication someone with the moon in the 10th house has a tendency to "put their lives out there." think with all the JCC content he has created. he's thought of things he wants to try and bring us (the fans) along. whether he fails or not he shows us his interests/hobbies. BUT because of this he needs to be careful of scandals. so, someone who isn't the type to turn the world upside down will be ideal.
scrutiny this one i will say is a coin toss. because people with the 10th house in their moon live to be in the public eye, like to be admired, it would not surprise me one bit if johnny may want someone who is a "safe choice." someone who is not scandalous (in clothing and behavior). someone you can take home to momma and take to church with you. if the public does not approve it "may" sway his feelings. another point that should be taken with a grain of salt.
connection people with their moon in the 10th house connect with people very well. they want to bring good to the world and may have a tendency to nurture others/take care of them. i can see him wanting someone who can be there for him when he needs it. someone who has his back.
adaptable his mood is something that can fluctuate so someone who can easily adapt to his changes in mood and knows how to handle him when his mood shifts is essential.
lady boss (?) i kid you not, johnny may not mind if the woman (if he's interested in women) wants to take more of the leadership role. now this may not be for everything. i'll put it simply...he could find it really sexy for a woman to be in charge.
work-mance (?) his ideal type may be in the same field as he is. i say this because his career is a leading force with his emotions with this placement. so it could be that his ideal type is in the spotlight as well or he may meet them because of his career.
blabbermouth just so you know his type may want to keep their relationship on the down low but because of how much johnny is in the spotlight...that may be revealed faster than initially thought lol it's like his love for being in the public is a blabbermouth for himself (so funny)
his work means A LOT to him if you haven't realized by now how much work plays in part with johnny then i'm here to say it loud and clear WORK-A-HOLIC! but he also may jump around a lot. one second he could want to do acting jobs, then he may have a ton of modeling jobs, then go to dj-ing, etc. he's a busy man so someone who is probably just as busy may be ideal. he won't worry about leaving them alone. *the man has stuff to do with his life, he doesn't want to feel bad about his puppy being at home waiting by the door (is essentially what i'm getting at)*
Gemini Moon
adventure those with a gemini moon HATE routine. they like to change things up, so someone who doesn't mind going to a new restaurant, traveling to the next town to just 'see what's there.' or go to a club just to have fun every blue moon is going to be someone of intrigue for johnny
communication talking, debating, mental stimulation can be something he looks for in a partner
he's nuts lol he needs someone who can handle all of the ideas he has. even those that seem out of this world. he'll be open about what he's thinking so...that's a positive : )
extrovert to my fellow introverts i'm sorry. johnny's ideal type could be someone who loves going out and being social. who wants to travel and see the world. meet new people. someone who doesn't want to live a "boring" lifestyle. his gemini moon makes him super social so someone who loves being around people just as much as him.
try saying...yes? he will most likely be attracted to someone who loves getting out of their comfort zone. i mean the man did try pole dancing sooo...yep there you go
listening this nut has a lot of ideas so someone who can not only be adventurous with him and bounce ideas off of him/with him but someone who LISTENS is very important as well
pragmatic johnny could end up thinking about everything and anything and want to do everything and anything. someone who can keep their wild and crazy side in check and be practical about things will help this overly adventurous side of johnny
love is a 2nd job johnny does not want a relationship that is boring. the moment things get boring or routine and he feels like this is going to be a reoccurring thing he may end things. so he needs someone who will keep things lively and interesting. thus making the relationship like a 2nd job
i'll now briefly touch on the most important parts of him being a capricorn venus and his venus being in the 4th house
Capricorn Venus
love is beautiful johnny having his capricorn in venus has him being a super loving person. his love will be based off of self-respct and traditional homely values
know what you want his ideal type of woman knows who she is and what she wants in life. she is assertive in her dreams and ambitions
stability remember when i said being passionate about your work and being a hard worker? well here it is showing up again, but this time having financial and professional stability. capricorn venus men want to build a future/a life with their partners
sensitivity is alright for some capricorn in venus doesn't want to worry about saying the wrong thing. johnny will want to communicate (just like his gemini moon) but having to worry about "hurting someone's feelings" may add stress. so someone who isn't "overly sensitive"
be your own person again like i said above, johnny doesn't want to worry about his partner. he will need someone independent who isn't co-dependent on him. so someone smart, intelligent, who has their own principles, knows what she wants (like i just said) will be a major plus in his eyes
suck it up kiddo i know i said johnny is romantic, but in his own way. his ideal type shouldn't expect to be showered with compliments of admiration. more like "if he's with you, he's with you." if he spends time with you "he spends time with you because he enjoys your company" he's not a romantic guy in saying "baby your love means more to me then the very air i breathe." nothing cringe. he may show his love by being their for them. listening to them. helping them with their dreams/goals if he can.
have your own money he may not want someone who is a shop-a-holic. if his type does love spending money, hopefully it's with their own money because capricorn venus can be a little stingy with money
there is no such thing as a surprise capricorn venus men have a tendency to not like surprising events or anything unpredictable. despite all of this "adventurous" personality in his moon, he would like to have fun as long as he knows about it beforehand
4th House Venus
this is going to be more on johnny's side
parental advice (?) okay i found this interesting, take this with a grain of salt. perhaps johnny learned through his parents relationship how to be charming and beautiful inside and out?
smothering 4th house venus' can have a tendency to smother their partners with nurture. this can lead to relationship problems and breakups
home is where the heart is when the adventuring is done and over with the home is very important for 4th house venus'. they could even try to recreate the atmosphere they had growing up. especially, if they came from a loving home.
loving relationships going along with the home aspect, being surrounded by people who are close to johnny in a home he worked hard to create with the person who he finds as his person is going to be even more amazing to him
afraid of negative press 4th house venus' don't like scandals and don't like fighting. so like i said before...someone who he can bring home to momma and take to church lol
reassurance he needs someone to remind him that they love him and care about him. if not he will go crazy. if he can find someone who is as loving and nurturing as himself he will be super happy in the relationship
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purp-yam · 2 years
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The World Engulfed Pt.2
The Tainted Ancients AU - purp-yam
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CW: slight language, mentions of kidnapping, slight stalking,
Y/N - Gender Neutral
<< Part 1
"Light Enchantress-! Light Enchantress Cookie!" Cherry Licorice was panting out of breath and so was Milky Choco. "Whats going on?! Where's Reader Cookie?!" Sliced Pomegranate Cookie, a beautiful and graceful cookie, but don't be fooled, she is a swordswoman despite her wardrobe. "We...we don't know.. I think they've been kidnapped and it's all my fault, I was responsible for both Cherry and Reader Cookies." Sliced Pomegranate empathized with him to some degree. "Oh Milky Choco," The palm of her hand lightly touching his cheek. "We all make mistakes, though I can't imagine your pain." Milky Choco and Sliced Pomegranate share a kiss. Cherry Licorice cringed at the sight, "Go get a room or at least do that AFTER we find Reader Cookie!" "Yes, you're right, I apologize, Cherry Licorice Cookie."
Soon after their conversation, Light Enchantress Cookie with all her grace and beauty entered into their conversation. "A-ah! Light Enchantress! You heed my call!" "Indeed I have..What is ever the matter, dear Cherry Licorice Cookie?" He stammered around with his words until Light Enchantress Cookie reassured him to relax. "What I was going to say is that..we lost Reader Cookie! What shall we do Light Enchantress?!" She took a long pause, "Come with me, all of you. I will need all of you to bring them back home." "So, you're making all of us go on this (possibly) dangerous mission even though Healer Mushroom Cookie is a literal child who barely knows how to use his healing ability?!" Light Enchantress only smiled at her complaint, that very smile that filled everyone with hope. "Now, there's no time for dilly dally, get ready cause tonight we're rescuing our dear friend Reader Cookie!"
In the meantime. . .
You, Reader Cookie wake up in a luxurious room, with you placed in a king sized bed (ooh comfy). You try to move but your arms and legs are tied up in a very vulnerable position much to your dismay. Embarrassing... ass up and face down just your luck. "Shit! I should've listened to him but instead my dumbass self had to go off somewhere.." You were cursing to yourself until you heard quiet mumbles outside of the room you were in. It was the Tainted Ancients or The Rulers of Darkness as they call themselves. They were the complete opposite of Light Enchantress Cookie and her group, they do nothing but enslave the poor cookies under their rule to make statues or anything that can be implemented in their image and for little reward. Usually a small amount of food that could barely feed a child.
The door creaks open and a tall majestic figure looms over you with a sickly sweet smile, it was Tainted Vanilla Cookie. "Ah you're finally awake my dear, Reader Cookie! You must be asking 'Oh my goodness! How do you know my name?' It's simple, I have been following your little rebellion for quite awhile now and I must say, you are the most interesting of the bunch." You stayed silent out of sheer shock. "Hmm, not much of a talker I see? Well, it's not everyday that you get to see your righteous and most famed king of Earthbread right in front of you!" The way he boosted his own ego, bleh gross. You kind of knew what type of cookie he was. A perverted, evil cookie with no good intentions in mind.
"Wh-what's your deal? Like..you do all of these evil things to my people that live in your kingdom! They have no where else to go and you take advantage of that!"
"Are you critiquing my kingly ways?! The gall! Shame! Shame on you!" For a king he sure is immature. You only snickered at him, "You're such a child!-" "You better shut your mouth or I'll put something in it, you bitch!" He made you face him, "Say something else I dare you, motherfucker!" You just looked at him, his eyes gave you chills. He takes a deep breath and gently stroked your back as if you were his pet. "Ahh..Reader Cookie, oh how you make me so mad. It reminds me of a certain cookie, hmm.. what was her name? Oh yes, Light Enchantress Cookie! She was such a pain to deal with!" "You..you know Light Enchantress Cookie? H-how? She's secluded herself for years!"
He glared at you, "Oh? Has she not told you about her past? Well she used to be Wilted Lily Cookie but, she had a change of heart. You see Wilted Lily Cookie was the most powerful of all of us Ancients (well used to). Now she's trying to save this world full of pathetic cookies such as herself."
"No! Don't say that! She is not pathetic, she was never Wilted Lily Cookie, y-you're just trying to get into my head! She would've told me!"
He only chuckles, as he gets closer and closer to your face. "Thats the thing between me and you. You know NOTHING about her than I do." He slowly retreats and calls for his other fellow Ancients to enter the room. "Ahahahah! You weren't kidding when you said you caught one of Light Enchantress' little workers!" Poison Hollyberry Cookie came bursting in with such volume! She looked rough and dangerous with spikes all over her armor and shield. "Hmm...Another weakling, how pitiful." The thundering voice of Burnt Cocao Cookie, the cold stone king of the Cocao Kingdom, the one who slays his own children in order to keep the thrown, except for one child. "Do you want me to execute them, Tainted Vanilla Cookie?" "What no! This is entertainment of course, why would Tainted Vanilla waste such an opportunity?" And the last of them, Moldy Cheese Cookie, (yuck!) she's as rotten as the rest of them except she has a bit of a bird brain (pun intended). "Why, you are correct Moldy Cheese Cookie! We're gonna do something worse than death itself." "Oooooh! Hahahah! I like the sound of that!"
You gulped as they went closer to you and...untied you? Huh? "What..the..you're letting me go..?"
"PSHHH!! AHAHAHAH! AREN'T YOU FUNNY? Of course not! We're gonna play a little game of Cat and Mouse! Be gracious that we'll let you get a 30 second headstart! Now go, run as fast as you can! 1.. 2 .. 3.. 4...."
You ran, and ran fast, fearing what would happen to you if they caught you..no you can't think of that now. Just run home no matter what, imagining the sorrow and relief of your co-workers especially Light Enchantress Cookie. "..30! HAHAHAH! Reader Cookie, you've better ran fast and far cause we're COMING!!
You were crying your ass off while you ran. Your legs ached but you still ran, you wanted to go home. "I found you~!" "Fuck, fuck , fuck!" Adrenaline reaching an all time high as you ran faster than you ever did in your life!
Back with the gang . . .
Light Enchantress and her group of heroes make progress with tracking where you were held captive. "Very good, Cherry Licorice Cookie! We have made great progress!" "Why thank you, your grace heheh.." There was an awkward silence until Healer Mushroom Cookie tugged on Light Enchantress' arm. "Erm..Momma Light Enchantress what are we doing again?" He was always clueless and forgetful well he was a child after all, still learning their healing magic, though he has gotten a little better at it. Sliced Pomegranate complained once again. "No offense, Light Enchantress Cookie but I told you this was a bad idea-" "Do not doubt her ways Sliced Pomegranate Cookie, she has a way with everything that comes around. Do you rather Reader Cookie endure possible suffering in captivity? No? Then lets get on with it." Fudge Icecream was and still is a flamboyant and eccentric cookie showing cleverness from time to time. He was even the reason why Milky Choco Cookie is still alive today, saving him from his father.
A loud scream could be heard just beyond the horizon, "It's Reader Cookie's voice! We must hurry before anything terrible happens to them!" "Yes most definitely!" As they reached closer, you're screams were louder until you ran into them and cried happily hugging Light Enchantress Cookie. You were a mess but you didn't care, you were just glad you've found your family, your friends...you were so happy to see them, and they were so happy to see you. You were finally safe..or are you?
"Reader Cookie! You are having a stern talking to when we get home but..im so glad you're safe." Milky Choco gave you a big bear hug and swung you around. "Yaay!..can we go home now?" "Nuh uh uh! Not so fast! The fun was just beginning, why do always have to ruin EVERYTHING, Light Enchantress Cookie!" The Tainted Ancients blocked their path in every direction.
"You're not leaving without a fight, especially you, son.." Burnt Cocao pointed at Milky Choco Cookie, the lucky survivor of his father's wrath. "AHAHAH! I haven't been in a battle in quite awhile! This'll be fun!" "Awwh damn..get ready guys cause this is gonna be one hell of a fight!
TO BE CONTINUED >>>>
Writer's note - I kinda rushed this cause I have school but I did have fun writing this! Thank you for your time♡
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alert-arlert · 2 years
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jean kirstein smut alphabet
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↳ 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
↳ reuploaded and edited from my old blog!
↳ cw: dom/sub dynamics (light), mirrors, public, mentions of possessiveness, slight masochism on jean’s part, size kink
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He is incredibly soft after sex - no matter what went on in the session. He’s going to ask if you’re okay, if you’re feeling good, before going to get a washcloth to clean you up a bit. If he didn’t prepare a water bottle or snack beforehand, he’s going to go to the kitchen to get you something, and he’s going to make you drink at least half of the water and eat half of the snack before asking what you would want; whether that's a shower/bath or cuddling some more. Very big on pillowtalk.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favourite parts on his partner are their neck and collar bones (they’re so smooth, soft, and pretty, and look gorgeous with jewelry on) and of course their ass and thighs. He just loves grabbing on to either, or laying his head on them. They’re just so nice.
His favourite part on himself? That would have to be his arms. He’s worked hard on them, okay? He can hold you in them, pick you up, everything! Jean also is no stranger to your ogling, which boosts his ego immensely. 
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Jean loves cumming on you. Specifically, he loves cumming on your ass and thighs. It just hypnotizes him, the way it drips down the curve of your ass and down your thighs.... 
There’s just something about his cum so close to your most intimate parts but not quite touching. It ignites an almost primal desire in him, to cum inside you and mark you in a more intimate way.
He’s a fan of scooping some up on his fingers, and putting them in your mouth for you to clean off. “Open for me, doll”
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He is possessive - not in the “you can’t wear that”, “you can’t talk to them” or yandere way - and that’s not a secret. What is his secret though is that he wants to fuck you in front of people. He wants other men to watch him wreck you - for them to see he’s the only one who can satisfy you and make you cum. Showing off what they could only dream of fucking. 
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s had a few partners and one nightstands! So he’s definitely no virgin by any means, and he’s had good reviews. Knows how to give head exceptionally well, stroke game is immaculate, and his fingers are magic.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Here are a few of Jean’s favourite positions:
Missionary: he likes the intimacy. The feeling of your chest pressed against his, legs wrapped around his waist, being able to kiss you with ease, and seeing your every reaction. It just sends him into a frenzy and feels so good.
Flash: He likes this, again, because of the intimacy. It gives him easy access to your chest and he can still watch your reactions.
Mating Press: It makes you look so small under him. You’re pinned and utterly helpless to the pleasure he’s giving you. And he hits so deep in this position. 
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He’s 70:30 for his serious to silly ratio. Most of the time, he’s serious because he really wants to show you that he loves you. Jean does love softer and more light hearted sessions though. Usually the giggly sessions happen you both have had a little too much to drink or smoke, or if it started after a tickle/pillow/butt slapping fight, or if it's just one of those days where you both just want to be close. 
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Jean is well groomed, he trims it short, but never goes bald because he thinks it looks weird. The hair is darker than what his hair is. Think his eyebrow colour or the colour of his undercut/the shaven parts of his head.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
He is very romantic and wants to make sure you know how much he loves you, no matter what’s going on in the session. He’s always telling you how much he loves you and softly touching you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Jean used to jack off quite a bit before you got into a relationship. Since the beginning of the relationship, he’s calmed down. A lot. Doesn’t really do anything special to get off, just his hand and some lube. He used to use porn to help, but now with dating you, he just uses his imagination or any pictures/videos that you’ve sent. 
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Here are Jean’s top 3 kinks:
Size Kink: He is a tall dude (6’3”), and he’s broad. Absolutely adores the difference in height - in sfw settings and nsfw settings. His size kink doesn’t just mean the height, but also his cock. Enjoys watching you struggle to take him - the cute little pleas, how teary you get - it’s a big stroke to his ego and makes his cock throb
Mirrors: Jean loves loves loves fucking you in front of the mirror - showing you how pretty you look and how well you take his cock. You just look so pretty crying out for him, all embarrassed from seeing how you drool like a whore for him.
Light Dom/Sub: Jean is one of the ultimate soft doms - and he takes that role outside the bedroom (though it’s not something he is consciously aware of). He just wants to take care of you and have you trust him and accept his care.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
The bed, of course, is a favourite. He’s also partial to doing it on the couch in the living room. And he likes anywhere that there’s a bit of a risk where you can be caught (bathrooms, supply closets).
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He loves when you’re confident - it’s an instant turn on for him. He’s also a huge fan of anything (clothing, lingerie) that highlights your ass and legs. He also likes when you’re mean to him and boss him around. Something about it just sends him into a frenzy.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Jean is not into anything to do with any bodily fluids except cum. He’s also not too big on implements (paddles, floggers, crops, whips, etc.) because he never wants to cause physical harm (his spankings aren’t too hard or last a while either for that reason). 
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He definitely prefers giving, and he is so good at it. Loves having your thighs wrapped around his head and having the taste of you on his tongue. Please imagine his scruff scratching your thighs.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s pretty 50/50 on this. He really enjoys both. Jean enjoys slow and sensual for more long and drawn out sessions, where you both can take your time petting each other and feeling each other up (this is also when he’s most likely to crack a few jokes). Fast and rough is usually reserved for quickies and when you've been away for a while and he just needs you. 
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Listen, he loves quickies. But he knows that they can’t really happen because he needs to make sure you’re properly prepped for him. You’ll need to initiate quickies if you want them - the most he’ll do is heavy petting and putting his hand in your pants to get you to fall apart on his fingers. 
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s down to experiment! But he’s not going to do anything too risky, where it can cause harm to you. He’s most risky in the sense of getting caught or walked in on.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Jean’s got quite a bit of stamina. He could go for, on average, 4 rounds before he’s ready to tap out. Between rounds, he’s kissing you and feeling you up, probably giving head and fingering you as well, to make sure you have as many orgasms as possible. 
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He didn’t have toys before dating you. But after you two started getting intimate, he’s definitely bought some. They’re for him to use on you, especially between rounds when you’re waiting for him to be able to get hard again. He’s not against you using toys on him, but he’d rather focus on you. 
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Overall, Jean is a gentleman. He wants to bring you over the edge multiple times. It gets to the point where you need to grab a fistful of his hair and pull him away from you. Sometimes he likes to keep you right on edge, just to hear your soft cries and pleas of “Please, Jean!”. Jean is a sucker of begging and puppy dog eyes, so use it wisely because you will not be leaving until he’s satisfied. 
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
This depends on the situation! He usually stays pretty quiet - muffled moans and groans, usually. On occasion, like when you go down on him, he tends to get a bit louder. 
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He absolutely loves thigh riding. He’s got some thick thighs, very muscular, and he loves watching you fall apart on them. It’s a huge ego boost to him that only his thigh is enough for you to get off. Tenses them all nice, and bounces his leg - he gets off watching you use him as you please. 
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Jean isn’t called a stallion without a reason… easily has one of, if not the, biggest cock. A solid 7.5-8 when erect. He’s a shower. He takes so much time to prep you and get you all ready for him! A king of foreplay!
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He has a high sex drive, so prepare to have your back blown out and your guts rearranged a lot. Jean is constantly ready to jump your bones. Its not his fault you’re so sexy! Of course, if you’re not wanting sex, then he’s happy to do whatever you want. He would never pressure you. 
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It takes him a bit to fall asleep after. His focus after you two finish is taking care of you and cleaning you up, making sure you drink some water and eat something. Once that’s all done, he likes to hold you close to him and talk about any and everything until your breathing evens out. Only then would he consider going to sleep.
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n1k1tty · 3 years
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kiss me ! part 1
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jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.
fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)
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jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.
hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.
because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...
you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.
you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?
you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?
"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"
you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"
you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin
you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"
he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"
but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"
"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"
"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you
"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"
jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"
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the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same
you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.
you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"
and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face
i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"
you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right
and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"
he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"
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even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.
but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.
or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.
"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine
"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"
"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs
no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.
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summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"
"WHAT?!"
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part 2
— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!
i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday
feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!
this has been n1k1tty! see ya!
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johnsrevelation · 3 years
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can you imagine jealous Aizawa? you're out at a bar with Midnight and Mic and some of their friends, and you're all moderately drunk and merry. You're swaying to the music in your seat, the roll of the dancing bodies in front of you making your head spin. Aizawa had to stay and finish some work at school, but he didn't really want to let you go on your own. Mic promised he'd keep an eye on you. And he did, of course, but his boisterous personality didn't allow for much multitasking.
You go to the bathroom, giggling and swaying on the way, bumping into people. You take a wrong turn somewhere in between the sweaty, grinding revellers, and find yourself in front of the bar. There's no queue, most are dancing. The cute bartender smiles at you.
"What'll it be?"
You lean onto the bar and tell him that you want the most delicious, most alcohol-containing colourful cocktail with a crazy straw. He smiles wider and winks at you before getting to work.
Someone's at your side, someone's saying words. You turn your head. It's an attractive young man, smirking at you, his eyes heavy lidded and smile polished to perfection. You raise an eyebrow at him.
"I said, what's such a beautiful young thing doing all on her own?" He purrs at you.
"I'm not on my own," you say, as steadily as you can.
"I don't see anyone here," He looks around, his smile almost unmoving as he speaks.
"Look behind you," comes a gruff voice.
You grin, a cat's grin, sated and ready to witness mischief.
The man turns with a bored expression and meets Aizawa's dark eyes. He recognises him and utters a quiet "oh" before disappearing into the crowd.
Aizawa saunters towards you, his hands in his pockets. He changed out of his hero costume, and is donning simple black jeans and a black long sleeved tee.
"You know I could've kicked his ass myself, right?" You ask, as the bartender hands you your gloriously ridiculous drink. You take a sip.
"I don't like you being propositioned," He says, so low you barely hear him over the phwoomp-phwoomp of music. You roll your eyes and offer him a sip. His eyes are dark and heavy, blown.
"What?" You ask.
He drags you outside. You text Midnight with one hand in your pocket, because you know where this is going. You're excited but a little sad about leaving your drink.
He shoves you into the backseat of his car. The windows are tinted - for many reasons. It's parked discreetly and there's nobody around and you start to get wet at the signs. Aizawa climbs over you and locks the doors.
He hovers over you, a few strands of hair slipping slowly from his low bun.
"You're mine," he says softly.
"I know," you answer. You're spread before him, your dress sliding up your legs. Your elbows are sticking to the upholstery.
"Nobody else can have you," He says, "Say it."
"Nobody else can have me," you echo. Your eyes are wide and innocent, your lips parted, you can't look away from him.
"Spread your legs," He says and lowers himself to kiss you. You do as you're told, your dress riding up even more. His lips are on yours, claiming and bruising, making you moan at once. He licks along your bottom lip and groans. One hand caresses your brests, pulls down the top of your dress and pinches a nipple. You whimper into him and he bucks his hips, almost touching your aching clothed pussy with his confined cock. The hand creeps down and down and palms at your cunt, rubs softly, a finger prodding between already wet lips to rub at a needy clit. You roll your hips into his touch and he shoves your panties away. You're dripping and you both moan when his long fingers make contact with your bare skin.
"So wet..." He gasps and kisses you deeply, lewdly, "Are you wet for me or for a prospect of a stranger wanting you, huh?"
"Shou, you know I only want you," You whisper, "Nobody else compares."
He smiles, a small, unsure smile, a tiny stroke to his ego.
"Take my cock out of my jeans," he orders and you quickly go to obey, unzipping his pants and pulling out his heavy cock. He's painfully hard, wet at the tip, ready for you.
Aizawa lowers over you and humps into your hands, soft around him.
"Do you want me?" He asks.
"Yes," You answer.
"Say it, say it," He begs, closing his eyes. He's needy and desperate for you, for your approval, for all the confirmations that he's the best, the only one.
"I want you," You lift your hips and rub the head of his cock on your slick folds. He whimpers and bites his lips. You pussy clenches at the sight, a rush of heat swiftly rising from your chest, "Please."
"Good girl," He groans, "That's my good girl."
He lowers down even more and sinks inside you. The stretch burns and he can't fit in all at once - you both moan like whores at the sensation. His breath, his panting is hot on your face and you want him to ruin you, to make it hurt.
"Fuck me, Shou, do it, please," You start to beg, lifting your hips to meet him against the pain. He pulls out a little, coating his cock in your wetness and pushes back in. A few painful, filling pushes and he's all the way in. You pant into his mouth, his pelvic bone touching your clit and his cock deep inside you - it's all so much that you know you could cum from just a few strokes and a kiss.
He moulds his mouth to yours, moaning softly and starts to move. Your legs instinctively go around his waist, locking at the ankle. You feel your slick on your thighs, on your ass. You're so wet for him, you feel filthy and beautiful.
He fucks you desperately, deep and hard, grunting with each push, moaning into you, frowning at the pleasure and the intensity of it, babbling to you.
"Baby, baby girl... Fuck, fuck, fuck, take me...."
You kiss and nip at his neck and he stretches it to give you more access. You love that, when he shows you what he likes, when he reacts to your actions. You shove a hand between your bodies and rub at your clit.
"Are you gonna cum?" He asks, "Are you gonna cum for me in the back of my car, with all of our friends in the bar?"
"Yes, sir," You say and his eyes roll back into his head at the name.
"Take me, love, take all of me," he chants, "I want you so bad, fuck."
He's insatiable, insecure and possessive. He doesn't make you hate those qualities - never. Only love their results.
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duskamethyst · 3 years
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deception.
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a/n: if you ask me why i did this, the answer is i don’t know.
word count: 4.6k
genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU
warnings: daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional
pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader
summary: where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.
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pretending to be in love with old men for a couple of hours can be exhausting and it might seem like a nonideal way to get money, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you’ve met plenty of these people, who have too much money they could spend. some are just lonely; in need of company from a young, pretty girl and some just want to have fun despite having their wives and kids at home. they come and go, and you couldn’t care less about what happens to them after your encounter, as long as you get your money’s worth. 
but never have you ever thought that you’d be so attached to one. maybe entertaining sugar daddies isn’t that tiring when they’re really attractive (it’s natural to like good looking people, can anyone blame you?). he’s truly a sight for sore eyes and you often wonder how he possesses so much stamina in bed. bakugou makes you feel some kind of way, it’s wrong, but with more time you spend with him, you can’t help but to actually fall in love with the guy. he makes you feel antsy and you often find yourself waiting for his texts, either the dirty ones or the ones that expresses his anticipation to see you again soon.
it’s not like he doesn’t do the same thing as the others; buys you things you know you can’t afford, spends his money on fancy dinners and continues to spend the rest of the night with you at random five stars hotels after. the difference is, you actually somewhat enjoy being around him as his spoiled little princess and you find yourself to gladly do anything for him like the time you let him fuck you raw because he wanted to. 
for a man his age, bakugou is well maintained. you love to lay your head down on his huge chest and rake your nails on his broad back, eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from the man in return. he looks appetizing; toned abs and a happy trail that leads to his trimmed pubes and down to his massive cock. if it isn’t for the fine lines on his face and the white streaks on his hair, you wouldn’t think he’d be reaching 50. 
you don’t know if you should even feel jealous of his wife. if you were born years earlier, would he choose you instead? the thought of him being with someone else and vowed to be together for the rest of their lives makes you want to puke. bakugou must’ve realized that it was a mistake too. if he still loves her, why would he have his cock sink inside you? if he really loves her, why are you the one he tells that to instead? 
“daddy loves you. daddy loves fucking your tight cunt. baby, you feel so fuckin’ good– so fuckin’ good for daddy. love you too– fuck.”
you can already picture the image of him on top of you as you replay those same words like a broken record player inside your head; lips part slightly in heavy pants, vermillion irises overfill with lechery as he fucks you senseless.
daddy loves you. he loves you and you're more than certain that you love him. not for his money, not for the stuff he indulges you with but only for himself. 
you want him. you want him to make you all his. you want him to be able to see you freely and not sneaking behind someone else’s back. you want to sit pretty as you wait for him to come back home from work every day, all wet and ready to please him. he loves you, and that’s what he deserves after a stressful day. 
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as soon as you get inside the room and kick off your heels, a strong pair of hands grab you by the thighs and easily lift you up. you wrap your legs around his waist in an instant, dropping your bag to the floor unceremoniously before circling your arms around his neck as he draws you in a passionate, hungry kiss. a battle of dominance has always been nonexistent when it comes to bakugou, he naturally holds everything in the palm of his hand and both of you like it that way.
his lips never stray away from yours, not even when he walks towards the bed with you clinging onto his strong physique while his hands squeeze firmly on the flesh of your bum before he breaks away, but only to throw you on the soft mattress. you prop up on your side, looking up at him innocently and pleadingly with doe eyes that you know would never fail to stir up something primal inside him. his gaze drinks in every inch of you; the heave of your chest, the curve of your ass and overall your smaller frame that lies submissively in front of him. 
“look at you. such a fucking doll.” he takes off his slim fit suit, throwing the coat carelessly on the ground before loosening up his tie until it unfolds completely. “you like the dress? it’s shorter than i imagined, can’t help but to notice how the other guys kept on checking you out.”
you nod your head, pressing your thighs together as you notice how his lustful eyes linger a little too long on your ass that’s barely hiding under the hem of your mini dress. “yes, because daddy bought it for me.”
“damn right he did.” he smirks, unfastening about three buttons of his dress shirt. “ass up.”
you hurriedly roll on your stomach, planting your cheek on the mattress and arching your back perfectly as you lift your ass in the air. you feel the bed dipping from your back before a calloused hand caresses your thigh and trails up to your cheeks slowly, appreciating the smooth and youthful skin before he gets to ruin it.
“good. lift your head up.”
it’s never your position to question. carefully, you do as told by lifting yourself up on your hands and knees. you can discern the shifting of his body from behind and by your side as you look ahead and face the curtains before your sight is abruptly seized by darkness.
the silky material biting your lids suggests that he has wrapped his tie around your head, purposely blindfolding you to amplify your other senses as your sight is consumed with pitch black. bakugou pushes your head down with his hand, keeping you on your knees and lets you stay in the position while he takes off his dress shirt.  
“you’re gonna be a good girl for daddy.” he states more than questions, hiking up the hem of your dress to your waist to feed him with an unobstructed view of the damp patch adhering on your flimsy panties. bakugou presses his thumb on the splotch and his eyes flick over to your quivering body. “gonna let daddy use his tongue to fuck you?”
“please, daddy.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to ease the ache with his touch but is greeted with a sharp smack across your skin instead. 
“so impatient,” he tuts, rubbing the red print gently. “you’re just a horny little girl, aren’t you? can’t live without daddy’s dick inside her cunt.”
“just you– only yours.” 
“you know just what to say, don’t you?” his voice husky and rasp, complimenting the conceited smirk on his lips as he spoke. you learn that bakugou is actually a man that is easy to please, only if you know how to stroke his ego and as simple as that, his intimidating persona would be long gone. 
cold air brushes against your wet folds once he strips off your panties. he lifts up both knees to get you out from the garment and crumple it into a ball with his hand before bringing it in front of your face. 
“open.” you obey and open your mouth, allowing him to gag you with the cloth and quickly filling your senses with a mixture of lace and your own scent. “so good for me.”
bakugou moves back to his initial position, smearing his fingers against your puffy folds with your slick. he circles your clit teasingly and slowly, resulting in you to squirm while your hands find purchase on the sheets beneath you. 
“stop squirming around or i’m not gonna eat you.” he warns as his ministrations come to a halt to observe your compliance before he continues. for a man that is impatient himself, it’s quite hard to take his sweet time teasing you. maybe with the fact that you’re so querulous, a surge of power and pride rushes through him and his willpower tells him not to lose his machismo too quickly.
a satisfying grin tugs on the corner of his lips while he watches you struggle to follow his order and his thumb presses tight circles on your swollen clit to draw out sweet, muffled whines. once he notices your legs begin to tense and toes to curl, he pulls away. 
“you can’t cum yet.” he licks up the slick from his fingers clean before settling his head in front of your rear. an anticipative knot swells in your lower stomach as you feel hot plumes of breath prickling against your puffy folds before he spreads them open with his fingers. with how much your senses have spiked up, you can feel your pussy dripping with so much arousal and you know damn well that bakugou can see it too. 
“you’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he coos, sounding both demeaning and amused as he rubs your lips, sending more waves of sensation on the bundle of nerves. “my dirty little slut.”
bakugou doesn’t expect you to answer but as soon as his warm tongue takes the first lap of your slick, a loud squeal rips from your throat. his large hands rest on your hips as he tilts his head to reach your clit, toying and teasing by using the tip of his tongue while his own plump lips and stubble graze against your slit.
you’re quick to turn into a sobbing mess, unheedful of the saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth when you’re aware that it won’t take too long until you’d eventually break. just as the stimulation is becoming more overbearing, his hands clench on your supple flesh tighter in a silent command that tells you it’s not time to cum yet. 
after he’s satisfied with abusing the bud, he drags down his tongue and pumps inside your quivering hole, causing you to jolt in a delighted surprise. from the loud, lewd squelching sounds of your own fluid mixing with his spit, you can only picture the way he looks right now; face buried between your ass cheeks, nose deep in your cunt while his tongue works miraculously around your walls. 
even the image beyond the abyss itself makes you more delirious. 
“c-can’t–” you break into a muffled cry as your hips bucks into his mouth without conscious control. another harsh slap is what you receive, but you can’t seem to care when a thick fog of desire is already clouding your brain; making the pain and pleasure to become one divine fusion. 
bakugou’s blows don't stop with how much you’re grinding so earnestly on his face. your skin burns from the cruel attention, yet your cunt just keeps on seeping with slick that trickles down to his chin and drips down on the sheets beneath you. 
“you’re such a fucking pain slut.” he growls, hot breath fanning your greedy cunt and making the pressure even tighter in your stomach. “not yet.” his tongue is anything but languid; swirling hastily as it explores your little hole as far as he can reach. it’s obscene. the way that the muscle glides so smoothly.. the warmth, the moisture– 
next thing you know, your eyes are already rolled to the back of your eyelids as your body tenses while waves of gratification crash down throughout your entire being.
“cumming on daddy’s tongue without permission.” he tsks, giving one last spank before standing up at the edge of the bed as he burns the image of your quivering body into the back of his head, adorned by the red imprint of his hand on your pliant skin. “turn around.” 
without a spare moment to gather yourself, you get up on wobbly legs and arms, carefully turn around like a fawn taking its first baby steps and rebuild your senses at the same time to estimate where he currently stands until he tells you to stop. 
your eyes squint as they adjust to the subdued room, finally able to see faint light again after bakugou takes off the tie around your head. you look up to the older man, only to be pierced by a pair of carmine orbs and a disgruntled look on his face.
“you know what you did wrong.” a thin string of drool latches onto the panties when he pulls it out from your mouth to observe the drenched fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. “looks like you had a great time.” you can see how it’s embarrassingly soaked, but not as embarrassing as the amount of slick glistening around his lips and chin that he doesn’t even bother to wipe off.
“’m sorry, daddy.” you whisper hoarsely through dry throat while giving him your most remorseful look. it would’ve deceived him if he didn’t know any better, but receiving punishments is something he knows you’d enjoy.
the slight upturn at the corner of his lips etches into a lazy grin as he unfastens his belt and takes off his pants along with his briefs to release his erected cock– now standing proudly in front of your face. 
“what do you have to do now?” he hums, tapping the flushed tip on your lips as if moisturizing the parched skin with his leaking precum. 
“m-make daddy proud.” you shamelessly steal a taste, flattening your tongue out so he can rub it on your palate. 
“can’t fuckin’ understand you– cock hungry slut.” he chuckles with mirth, one hand tucking your hair behind each ear as his gaze softens for a moment. “but that’s why i fuckin’ love you.”
your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, heart blooming like flowers on a fresh start of spring after a harsh, cold winter as the words he uttered loops inside your head. with a content hum, you close your eyes and wrap your lips around his cock, eliciting a hiss from the male once engulfed in the warmth of your mouth. 
“shit, i haven’t even told you to suck me yet.” his own eyes follow suit, throwing his head back as his own hand finds home on top of your head. your eagerness makes it hard for him to stay mad. if he was younger he would’ve been a little irritated if someone tried to take control, but maybe aging really did something and made your whims seem more tolerable for him. but what he loves most is seeing you struggle to fit his fat cock; whether it’s by your mouth or your pussy.
“just like that,” his voice drops an octave, watching most of his length disappear inside your mouth while your tongue runs against his veins. “fuckin’ look at me when you’re suckin’.”
you submissively comply to his command, meeting those sharp eyes you adore beneath the tousled mess of his blond and white hair. 
“you love daddy’s cock?” he doesn’t intend to give you a second to answer before he continues,  “then you wouldn’t mind chokin’ on it, don’t ya?” 
you moan in response just as he expected and he snorts through his nose. “of course you don’t.”
bakugou brings your head closer, shoving down his cock your throat before he starts to snap his hips. a chorus of curses pass his lips, taut muscles relaxing as he drowns in euphoria. drool soon starts to dribble from the corner of your lips and your jaw starts to ache, yet you’re still insistent on accommodating his cock– using your tongue when you could until he’s exploding with a mouthful of oaths.
“such a good girl.” he grunts, holding your head firmly with tension in his fingers as he stares down at you with knitted brows. “feels good havin’ dick in your mouth? hm?”
“hmm–” you moan in concur, the vibration almost drives him mad and it’s evident through the twitch you feel against your hollowed cheeks. with an exasperated groan, he pulls out his cock from your mouth and pumps it in his fist. 
“take it off and lie down. now.” his words thrum through you in a burst of heat. you swiftly discard the dress and rest on your back, spreading your legs in front of him in anticipation before he proceeds to climb on the bed. you shudder when he spits on your cunt before smothering his cock against the slit and down to your entrance to give extra lubrication. 
a deep, inarticulate sound rips from his throat, one that conveys pleasure as he sheathes his cock inside you. he can feel your walls sucking him in so welcomingly and squeezing him so tight that he thought he might cum then and there.
“that’s fuckin’ tight.” he girts out, pushing through the walls until he has bottomed out. with each hand on the sides of your head, his large and shredded build looms on top of you and keeps your smaller frame caged underneath. 
“daddy– s-so big.” you extend your arms to cling around his neck, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze. 
“i know you can handle me, sweetheart.” he smirks conceitedly and starts to roll his hips, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls through each thrust. your toes curl when he goes deeper and your nails dig into his back, leaving crimson trails as they rake.
“l-love you, daddy.” the words slip past your lips so naturally in flawless manifestation of your genuine feelings towards him. 
you observe how his lips stretch into a simper, fiery and lustrous eyes staring back at you before he replies, “love you too, ba– fuck–” 
bakugou feels you clench around him impossibly tighter and he leans down to kiss you, forcing you to swallow down his moans as he ruts inside you harder and faster.
“baby– that’s right. daddy fuckin’ loves you.” his low and resonant voice fills your ears, pleasure pulling taut in your lower stomach as the pressure begins to build up rapidly for your second orgasm. “–and he loves this tight cunt.”
“ah– daddy! p-please make me cum–” you start to babble, too lost in pleasure and your legs find themselves wrapping around bakugou’s waist to keep him closer and deeper.
“don’t you fucking dare cum yet.” he snarls before lifting himself up to keep his hands on the headboard in front of him and instantly blocking your view of the room. not that you mind when you’ve already set your eyes on him the whole time. 
“no matter how many times i’ve fucked you–” he pulls out almost completely before ramming in again, making you squeal.  “you still feel so fucking good.”
your hands reach to cup his face gently, your lips parted and wet, eyes glazed with adoration and an overflowing want for him. “all for you.” 
he chuckles quietly to himself. who knew that he would find himself burying his cock in some dumb college girl? with her heart filled eyes that tell him he’s some kind of a savior or the last man on earth. whether it’s all superficial or not, he thinks you’re pretty damn good at it.
“you sure make it hard for daddy not to love you.” he scoffs. you let out a needy whine when he pulls out and your hole convulses, instantly missing the way his cock stretches you out and makes you feel full. 
but it’s not for long when your vision suddenly keels as he flips you over to lie down on your stomach. bakugou easily hoists up your hips and pushes down your back to force you into a perfect arch before he sinks his throbbing cock inside your sloppy cunt without warning. 
“nghh– daddy–!” you cry as bakugou pounds into you with a menacing pace and hits you at the right places at the same time. 
“yeah? you like it when daddy uses you like the little slut you are?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up. “like you’re nothing but my little cocksleeve?”
“yesyesyes– daddy–! s-so deep– can’t!” your strength begins to drain out and you don’t know how much longer you can hold yourself  before he allows you to cum.
“you can– fuck– you’re clamping down on me.” he growls, one hand on your hips forming crescent shapes on your skin with his fingers.
your jaw has fallen slack, mouth gaping in breathless whimpers as you let bakugou abuse your little cunny while your own hands are balling into fists that your knuckles turn white. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mingling with his heavy pants.
“you’re really– hah– milking this fat cock.” his own rhythm turns sporadic, skin burning red with every second he prolongs his desire.
“please– daddy–” you let out a feeble moan and your legs begin to tremble as a result of the unbearable pressure tightening in your lower stomach. your pussy is already leaking with so much slick and it’s making a filthy mess on the bed. 
“you’re ready to cum for daddy?” he fucks you harder with deep strokes, knocking the breath from your lungs each time he presses into you. 
“pleasepleaseplease–” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.
“cum.” 
the word left his lips in a pure command and you break down instantly with a loud cry. a huge wash of pleasure winds its way through every nerve and your pussy gushes and clenches around his cock. 
“that’s it. good girl.” a deep growl rumbles in his chest as he observes every twitch of pleasure he has brought into you. 
“th-thank you, daddy.” you mumble, still deeply doused in ecstasy.
bakugou finally releases his harsh grip and your head plops down on the soft pillow while he pulls out and pumps his cock in his own fist, coated with your own arousal before he splurts thick ropes of cum all over your cheeks and watches as it trickles down to your cunt. 
after a brief moment of catching his breath, bakugou reaches for the nearest tissue box and helps to clean off the mess you both made. you let your exhausted body fall onto the mattress and he throws the used tissues away before leaning back on the headboard next to you, still panting and trying to get down from his high. 
“you okay?” he breaks the silence, flicking his gaze towards you and rubs your head gently in hopes to soothe the pain he caused from pulling your hair so roughly. 
you hum, seeking for solace from his touch as he pulls the blanket up to cover your bodies and reaches for his phone on the nightstand with his other hand. you silently observe him as he looks at his phone, probably reading and scrolling through emails or texts like he’d usually do after having you wrecked. 
“love you, daddy.” you suddenly squeak, yet bakugou doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen and it leaves you unsure if he heard you or not. 
“hm.” his response is indifferent and your stomach churns into an unpleasant feeling; one you don’t appreciate at all. 
“daddy.” you swallow past the lump in your throat. “i said i love you.”
bakugou clicks his tongue and your heart shatters slightly at the sound, thinking that you probably just annoyed him, “yeah, i heard you.”
“bakugou.” you suddenly snap and the hand on top of your head stills. you don’t know where the courage to call him by his name comes from, but you want to convey your sobriety over the current situation and for what you’re about to say next. cold shivers run down your spine once his attention diverges towards you and he raises a questioning brow, ushering you to speak. 
“i-i love you–” you gulp, taking a deep breath. “like, i’m in love with you.” 
his stare is impassive and there’s an uncomfortable silence weighing the air between the two of you. your cheeks begin to warm up with humiliation and a part of you dreads with regret. you aren’t sure how long the deafening silence lasted before you see a twitch at the corner of his lips. 
“you gotta be kidding me.” he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. 
you rise up on your side and your eyes waver with confusion as you look at him. “b-but you said you love me too. you do, r-right?”
he scoffs, mostly galled by the fact that he’s actually having this conversation with you– a dumb college girl, but he doesn’t expect much either. “why the hell would i be in love with you? did i knock your head?”
getting straight to the point is one of bakugou’s nature; his bluntness is like a sharp knife that stabs you in the heart. 
“but you said–”
“why do you think i only said it when i had my cock buried inside your cunt?”
and it twists painfully. 
“forget about it. go to sleep.” he nonchalantly replies and returns back to his phone, brushing off the wounded look that’s written all over your face.
you feel humiliated, angered and disregarded. given that you were always spoiled, you can’t stand having your feelings unreciprocated and rejection is one of the things you aren’t familiar with.
“why? because you have a wife? you don’t even love her–”
you flinch when you hear the loud thud of bakugou slamming his phone down on the bed, but it’s not as fearsome as the malicious glare he’s shooting at you. “don’t you fucking say that. i don’t wanna hear that, especially coming from a dumb whore like you.”
harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face. 
your heart is hammering against your chest and your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out. you feel like you want to scream at him but the words you want to say only get caught in your throat. bakugou notices how you’re about to burst but he only rolls his eyes, expressing his vexation. 
“god,” he sighs exasperatedly and gets off from the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor. “the last thing i need is another fucking nuisance.”
“w-where are you going?” you croak as you watch him put on his clothes. 
bakugou turns to your direction and snarls, “what does it look like? leaving.” 
the pain in your chest becomes harder to bear, fat tears start to roll down your cheeks and when you try to reach for him, he coldly shoves your hand away. you saw how furious he could be through his phone calls but you were never on the receiving end; always the one who calmed him down and let him use you as a way to take out his frustrations on. now you’re nothing different than the rest of the people in his life, or maybe you were just too stupid to realize that you were never any different before too. 
“just leave when it’s time to check out. you’d know at least that much.” he scoffs as he walks to the door and twists the doorknob before turning back to you for what it seems would be the last time. 
“and don’t even think of finding me again.”
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Witchcraft
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Summary: You've found yourself falling deeper into a certain witch's spell. But no matter how strong the magic is, it seems that the two of you just keep missing each other.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Genre/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (minor cussing)
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: This is a fic for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest writing exchange. This one is for @mrsromanoff and the prompt: "I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you." Hope you like it!
*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours.*
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You never thought your three month assignment with the Avengers would've extended as long as it has. Missions went by with minimal injuries and maximum wins. You found yourself settling well into the chaos of the compound; the echoing boasts of Thor, the competitive edge of Danvers and the snark between Romanoff and Stark. When your three months were up, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that you immediately signed the contract from Stark, an official placement on the team.
Despite all of the alien blasters, Hydra experiments and Tony's benefit parties, nothing could've prepared you for a single person to rock your world. It started innocently enough; stolen glances at meals and ensuring you two were on the same mission team. As time continued, things turned less innocent; sneaking off during charity balls to suck face in the broom closet, you could recall a few times you were nearly caught in the back of the Quinjet. There was something about this woman. The way her fingers slithered through your hair, how those green eyes made your heart say yes, she stripped you bare.
You had convinced yourself it was witchcraft. It had to be.
Sitting with your cheek pressed against your fist, you find yourself doodling as Steve drones on in the background. Someone nudges you and as you turn, Wanda raises her brows when your eyes connect. With a groan, you raise the pen in your hand. Steve notices, stopping his spiel to look at you with a clenched jaw.
"With all due respect, Cap, we all got in at four this morning. Do we need a recap of the mission right now?"
Steve sighs, glancing at everyone and seeing them agreeing with you. You all had barely had time to unpack, let alone write your after action reports.
"Alright, Y/N. We'll go over how your pants tore mid-fight on Monday."
You point your pen at him, warning him as you watch his stupid smile fill his face. Bucky slaps your shoulders in gratitude, picking up Alpine onto his shoulders as he strides out to find Sam. Wanda's fingers gently brush yours as you walk side by side, sending an electric charge through your body.
"You know, when someone says 'with all due respect,' they really mean, 'kiss my ass'." Wanda glances at you with a sly smile.
Walking backwards towards the couch, you outstretch your arms with a grin, "Because that's what I meant, darling."
Chuckling, you roll over the back of the couch and plop down onto the cushions, your head landing perfectly on a pillow. Wanda lets out a scoff, knowing how many times it's taken you to actually land on the cushion and not the floor.
Flipping through the pages of her book, you watch her through half-closed eyes. A year ago you'd be asking what she was reading. A year ago, she'd curl up with you and explain it all. A year ago, you didn't have guilt eating at you.
Things a year ago were more than good between you. There might have even been a chance beyond friends with benefits. You knew you wanted that. Every time you looked at her, you couldn't stop your pounding heart or the warmth that grew in your stomach.
But you were stupid.
Chickening out every chance you had to ask her on an actual date rather than sneaking around to make her moan. You both had set ground rules, no strings attached. If it got too messy, you both had to call it quits. So, you convinced yourself it was better to quietly love her and keep her, than to tell the truth and lose her.
That was before the year long mission with Carol and Bucky. Before you realized how big of a mistake it was two months in. Before every day texts and video chats diminished to every other week, then every other month. Before you got back to the compound and saw her kissing up on some random benefactor at the Welcome Home Party. It was definitely before she started dating that walking toaster, Vision.
Luckily, he hadn't been around much the past month so watching them kiss and stare into each other's eyes was doable, mostly because you turned whenever you saw that stupid spark plug.
Four months since coming home, you've tried to fill the void the witch had created in your body, your soul. You went out with Carol and Bucky, prowling the town and the bar. Matching shot for shot some nights, waking up in random apartments other nights. Eventually Bucky did what you never did.
He asked Sam on a date and that left you and Carol. Until she started hooking up with Maria and dragged her along so you wouldn't be hitting the bars alone. You had made yourself a pity case.
"Do you need something?" Wanda cocks a brow at you, making a face at your prolonged staring.
You clear your throat, feeling the heat rush through your face, "You look a little sunburnt."
With a shrug and a chuckle, Wanda bookmarks her page as she places it down on the coffee table. Standing, she sits down on the couch, your body automatically scooting over to accommodate her. Holding out her red and glowing hand, you watch her pull off her rings, displaying the radiating tan lines running up and down her fingers. A laugh escapes you as you feel her hand slap against your chest.
"I didn't have anyone to put sunscreen on me!" She groans, "It burns!"
You guide your finger gently down her exposed arm, pressing in slightly to her warm skin. As you lift, you see the true color of her skin before it's bombarded with the glowing red of her burn. Glancing up, her green eyes watch you carefully, both of you not acknowledging the weight of her hand still on your chest.
"An aloe vera massage would do wonders," You whisper, "And I'm all out."
With a roll of her eyes, she leans back into your legs, "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know? When I tell people about you, that's the first thing I say."
Watching her float the remote to her awaiting hand, you grin, "Oho, so you're telling people about me, huh?"
"Please, check the ego there."
For the next moment, the two of you sit peacefully in each other's silence. Wanda was one who clung to those she trusted. When you came back, it was like she had superglued herself to you any time you walked into the room. It didn't help that you were still madly in love and she was taken.
Right now though, you watch her delicate fingers play with yours. Her eyes squinting with laughter as she watches her sitcoms, glancing to see if you're laughing as well.
A commercial echoes through the living room and Wanda lets out a sigh for attention, patting your thigh as she drops your hand. You don't move it as it lands atop her thigh, only gently stroke your thumb against the silky skin you wish could press against yours. Letting out a noise that you're both awake and paying attention to her, she glances over at you.
"Since you got Captain America to actually give us a free weekend, what's your plan tonight, casanova?"
You shrug, "I have early training with Bucky and-."
Wanda moves her whole body to face you, your hand slipping from her thigh as confusion spreads across her face. She lets out an unbelieving scoff,
"You're joking. You used to show up half drunk to training and still kick ass."
She's watching you carefully and you try to keep a neutral look on your face, she knows all of your quirks. Glancing up at her with a small grin, you pull your legs into you. Shifting yourself, you sit properly on the couch and run your hands through your hair.
"Just don't want to go out tonight. It's boring." You chuckle, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.
Wanda rolls her eyes, "Why, no one catches your eye anymore?"
Another playful nudge and you sigh. All this playful teasing, these light touches. She has to know what she's doing.
Trying to keep a steady and nonchalant shrug, you shake your head,
"No one out there."
And you might've gotten away with it. Instead, you fell into the magnetic pull of those green eyes that cause you so much trouble. As your eyes land on hers, you can see the dilation within her pupils. Then the realization across her face. Her playful grin falls as she stares at you, blinking slowly.
"Y/N," She says slowly, "If you're doing what I think-."
You stand up quickly, your feet taking you to the other end of the coffee table. In two days you'll be gone and you'll be back in the place you hate being in right now. Placing your hands on your waist, you look up from your tapping foot.
"Wanda, I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you."
Silence meets your face. You watch her as she slowly nods at you, "That's exactly what you're doing."
Groaning, she slides her fingers through her hair, pinning it from her face. Wanda lets out a careful breath before looking up at you, "What happened to no strings?"
Slapping your hands against your thighs in frustration, you let out a scornful chuckle, "Come on, Wanda. You know those rules were bullshit! No strings means not going on exclusive trips to museums and restaurants!" You watch her eyes flicker around the room, trying to find a way to disprove what you're saying. "It means not staying up all night when the other is sick!"
Wanda stands up quickly and you can see the look on her face, she knows what you're getting to. Waving her hand to get you to shut up, she tries to get to the stairs but your words blurt from your mouth,
"It means not falling in love!"
Her feet stop carrying her towards the stairs, her body frozen in the middle of the compound. Carefully, you step towards her, leaning ever so slightly to try and catch her eyes. They're glazed over from your confession, trying to understand the implications.
"I left. I..." You suck in a shaky breath, "I thought it would be easier if I wasn't here. You were so adamant about no strings, Wands. I broke the only rule, why would I stay?"
Her head jerks back at your words, her brows furrowing deeply down her face. Without another second to keep talking, Wanda's feet pivot as she shoots a finger into your face. You jerk away from her advance, seeing the growing mist within her eyes as she shouts,
"That's why you left?"
The crack in her voice sends one through your heart.
She turns quickly, her hands violently wiping at the tears that have broken free. You clench your brows. She's angry at you? You're the one who's had to watch her prance around with Vision, you just a memory of romance. Just before she can grab her bag and leave, you call out,
"Well, you seem to have fared better than me!"
As the words leave your lips, you bite down hard and shut your eyes. A surprised choke exits Wanda's throat as she throws her purse back onto the side table, knocking over the decorative bowl of rocks. They scatter across the ground but she doesn't notice, all of her rage is pointing at you. Her fingers run violently through her auburn hair, looking like she wants to rip it out.
"You are infuriating!" She jabs a fingers at you, "Why think that?! Because I'm dating Vision? He's filling a void, dumbass!"
Her words stab into you as her stomps draw nearer, you can feel the heat of her anger. She's not done, she's not letting you off easy.
"Every time he touches me, every time he kisses me. God, Y/N! All I can see is your dumb face."
Wanda's heavy breath washes over you as she finally stops her assault, so close you can see the blue in her green eyes. Her body radiates out to you and you have to force your hands into your pocket to not grab her and kiss her. Your eyes dip to her lips but you see sadness that has quickly replaced the facade of anger. Making a small fist, she slams it into your chest as her head bows. Her arm slides down your body, hanging limply at her side as she looks to you.
"Why didn't you talk to me?"
Wanda's fingers twitch forward, wanting to grab onto you. You sigh, taking your hands from your pockets and resting them on your waist. Your confession was supposed to be more romantic than this. Instead, you brought up issues you both were trying to ignore. You were angry now at yourself, taking it all out on the person you loved. You'd spent too long with all of this pent up emotion though, and it was all pouring out in waves.
"I have to finish my requisition forms. Get my gear ready."
You don't have to look up to know what face Wanda is making at you. It's the same face she had when you left the first time. The way her brows clenched together in disbelief, the pain behind her reddened eyes that threatened to spill more tears, how her chin trembled as she tried to breathe.
Her voice barely passes a whisper but standing so close, you hear every broken syllable, "You're leaving again."
You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples as you feel your nose stuff up.
"You drop all of that on me and you're just going to turn around and leave?"
Shaking your head, you want this conversation to end. It's obvious where she is and it's not next to you.
"Don't you have a date or something?" You ask.
Wanda's been around you too long to not see exactly what you're doing. She lets out a chuckle, a lethal look in her eyes.
"No, you're right. And that date seems a hell of a lot better than this." Without another word, she snatches her purse from the table and starts to climb the stairs, leaving your feet frozen. Just as she reaches the middle of the staircase, she stops. You can feel her stare burning into you and as you look her way, you wish you hadn't.
"You're a coward."
Those words burn into your brain, rising through your ears and torture you for the rest of the day. The only thing you could think to do was slam your fists into the closest thing. The punching bags. People came and went, eyeing you try and punch away your frustrations to no avail. When the sun finally had sunk below the horizon, one Avenger had enough of your pity party.
"You know she's right." A voice comes from behind you.
You don't respond to them, just dodge the swaying bag. They walk into the room, stopping just inside of your peripheral.
"You're an idiot, you know."
With a chuckle, you sidestep the bag, "You need to be a little more specific."
"You're losing her again."
Another punch, "Uh huh."
Carol sighs next to you, "And you sent her away on her date."
"Yup."
She steps in front of the bag, stopping its movement and stares at you with determination in her eyes, "And you're not going after her?"
Avoiding her stare, you start to unwrap your hands, wiping at the sweat that pours down your face. Stopping, you can feel the cramp in your side and the throbbing of your knuckles. Chucking the wrap, you let out a shrug,
"Is there a point?"
Carol shoves the bag into you, grabbing your attention, "I am not going on another mission with you while you sulk. Do you know you talk in your sleep? Yeah. Guess what name I heard that whole year?"
You shake you head, licking your chapped lips as you search for water, "She didn't say it back."
You hear an exasperated chuckle from Carol, "Y'know Y/N, I'm going to go on a limb and say she wasn't expecting all of that to be thrown in her face."
Shooting her a glare, she keeps talking, "I'm saying this once. If you think this is going to be some cheesy Rom-Com where she bursts through those doors and confesses her love, you're more of an idiot than I thought." A finger jabs hard into your chest as you grimace, "You need to fix this."
Carol leaves you there with your head filled with more thoughts than before. Wanda was happy with Vision wasn't she? She hadn't talked about him much but you knew she had to be. Who were you to go and screw that up?
Night turned into morning and after staring up at your ceiling, you knew you weren't getting any sleep.
Sneaking down the stairs, you see everyone is still asleep. You take the opportunity to sit in more silence and wait for the coffee machine to finish steaming. The sun was just beginning to shine its red hues into the kitchen as you stood at the counter, twirling your empty mug. Lost in thought, you failed to hear the padding of feet coming down the stairs.
"I thought you had early training."
With a quiet chuckle, you lean into the counter, "You caught me."
In silence, you watch the witch pour in her coffee. The same amount of creamer and sugar every time, the same motions every morning since you've noticed her. Turning, she sees your mindless fingers twisting and turning your empty mug. Wanda raises her brows and holds out her hand,
"Refill?"
You hand over the mug and watch her work her magic on the black liquid, turning it into the caramel drink you love. Breathing in deeply, you watch the bubbles swirl around the liquid. You furrow your brows,
"I can never make mine taste-."
"We broke up."
Her words slam into you, your breath catching inside of your throat. Looking up, Wanda stands there in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if she had truly spoken or not. She looks up at you, her mouth closing as she realizes she doesn't know what she's doing.
"What? Wands, are you okay?" You start to stand to go and comfort her, you know they had a date yesterday. Did the son of a microwave hurt her?
Wanda's hand rises, stopping you in your tracks before she takes a quiet breath, "We broke up almost a month ago, Y/N."
Nodding at your obliviousness, you knock your knuckles against the counter as you press your lips into a thin line, "We're both liars then."
"Tell me you lied about the mission," She whispers, leaning into the counter. Her fingers laying gently across yours.
Your chest constricts as you sigh, "I didn't."
You watch her sullen nod, curling hair falling out of her messy bun as you gently graze your thumb across her knuckles. She quietly chuckles,
"We just missed each other."
Stopping your thumb, you clench your jaw. This isn't going to happen again.
"Wanda," You whisper, listening to the sad hum she gives you as she glances up with bloodshot eyes, "I'm sorry. I was scared and... I was an idiot."
Wanda pats your hand with a loud sniff, "I appreciate it, but-."
She doesn't continue. She doesn't want to believe that you're leaving. The love you feel wouldn't be strong enough to survive that time apart again. There's broken support beams and one thing will send it falling down. A far away mission isn't the nurturing this budding feeling needs.
Wanda tries her best to flash you a grin, "Let me teach you how to make coffee."
Before she can turn, you grab her hand quickly, "I'd prefer if you made it."
As you walk around the counter, you gently rest a hand on her waist, watching her carefully. Her handgrips your arm tightly, words stuttering from her lips as she tries to remind you that she's not going. You're leaving her again.
Without hesitation, you press your lips against hers, feeling her breath wash over you in a sigh. You pull her in tighter, leaning your head back to speak,
"Sam's going stir crazy. He can have it."
A smile tugs at your lips as you see her furrowed brows on her face, you place a kiss at the center of the wrinkles, pulling back to see the scrunching of her nose. A scrunch just for you.
"Wanda Maximoff. I love you. And I'm not losing you twice."
Without warning, her lips smash against your as she wraps her arms around your shoulders as you hoist her up. Wanda's legs wrap around you as both of you are smiling so wide that you can't kiss properly. Feeling her cold hands press gently against your face, you look into those green eyes that complete you life.
"I love you." Wanda whispers as her witchcraft wraps around you once more.
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diavolosthots · 3 years
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hi lovely! hope ur doing well 💕💕 so excited that ur requests are open AHH!!!
but how would the brothers react to MC denying their kisses as a lil prank to see their reaction? [got inspo from this tik tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePw8TLe/ if you wanna see] I imagined some of them would be a bit desperate and thirsty like the guy in the vid hehe.. not sure if u done the idea before but I thought it'd be fun!!
this is my first request for anything here so I hope I did it right ahh love ur writing btw and hope u have fun with ur requests!! 🥳🥳
I cannot put into words how much I absolutely despise that tiktok trend and I'd slap a bitch if they tried that on me. But anyway welcome to the blog! 🎉
Warning: slight NSFW
THE BROTHERS reacting to MC denying them a kiss for a tiktok prank
Lucifer:
First of all, he despises that app with a passion and he despises it even more ever since you made it a point to pull him into these ‘trends’. Do you think he has time for this? The only trend he somewhat enjoyed was the iced coffee one. You know, where they make that foamy milk or whatever it was, and only because he loves coffee. Anyway, the minute you lean in to kiss him, he’s ready. Talkin’ about hands tightly on your hips, pulling you closer, ready to meet those cute little puckers and then-- nope. Absolutely not. 
“You have two seconds to come over here and finish what you started and if you even think of posting that video I’m not only taking your phone privileges, but I most certainly will take your orgasm privileges.” 
Mammon:
He’s a sucker for kisses. He’s also a sucker for tiktok, but he’s mainly on car tiktok and *gasp* shocker, baking tiktok! That’s right, he finds baking videos to be super interesting which is both weird and kind of cool; maybe he’ll pick up a few recipes and make them for you! Anyway, he’s about as excited as a puppy when you come over to kiss him. “Hell yeah babe, come here so I ca-- HEY!” and then you don’t ??? What kind of bullshit??? 
“MC come back! Get yer ass back here!!” 
Leviathan:
This boy daydreams about you 24/7 and he feels so lucky every time he has the chance to talk to you, to hold you, and especially to kiss you. He gets super flustered every time, too, and he does these silly tiktok trends with you because they make you happy. Secretly, he hates them and he wishes they’d just stay between you and him but he also doesn’t want to dictate your life. Anyway, when it looks like you lean in to kiss him, he’s already flustered as all hell and his eyes are squeezed shut tightly, awaiting impact. And then it never happened. And he’s even more flustered and embarrassed now, especially since you’re laughing. 
“Oh… heh… of course you wouldn’t… my mistake.” 
Satan: 
Satan is in the same boat as Lucifer except that he will search tiktok for cute cat videos and cute cat videos only. He’s completely oblivious to these trends because he could honestly care less. He’s done the savage one with you before and only because your ass looked mighty fine in it, that’s it. However, he watched you set up your phone before you came over to him and thus he knows this is some type of prank. So, when you lean in to kiss him, he’s actually the one pulling away with a grin and pushing you away. 
“Can’t prank the prankster, kitten.” 
Asmodeus:
Oh he loves that app! He’s done about every major trend on that stupid app and his account has a couple million followers. It’s both sad and fascinating how obsessed he is with those videos, but hey, at least someone other than the people he already knows can stroke his ego. Anyway, he’s already seen this trend and he’s waiting for you to pull it on him, but before you could even lean in he’s already laughing like crazy, leaving you confused. He ends up stealing a kiss anyway before moving over to your phone and waving into the camera. 
“Oh dear… did you mean to post this? We should do one for my account, too!” 
Beelzebub:
Bless his soul. He only recently discovered food tiktok and he swipes away as soon as he sees a video that isn’t food related. Looked like a chocolate covered strawberry, is actually a kissing exercise = swipe! Honestly it’s precious how he’ll spend hours on there. Sometimes he goes onto the workout part of tiktok too and does some new workout routines but it’s mainly just food so Beel didn’t see it coming when you pulled the prank on him. As a matter of fact, he’s rather hurt when you pull away from the kiss and a big pouty lip will form. 
“I won’t force you… but I was really looking forward to that. Can I have one?” 
Belphegor:
You think this demon has time for tiktok when his sleep routine is at stake? He hears you scroll through the videos sometimes but he could honestly care less about all of that. Every once in a blue moon he’ll ask you to pull up some cute puppy videos but even that is rare. Anyway, when you lean in to kiss him, he has already gotten his eyes closed and is awaiting the sweetness that is your lips. And then they never come. And then he sees the phone in his face and he gets mad, taking it from you and throwing it across the room before pulling you on top of him. 
“I knew there was a reason I hated that stupid thing. Kiss me or that phone will stay broken.” 
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lipstickbisous · 3 years
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plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵
breath ⟶ chris evans
pairing: chris evans x reader
summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.
warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI
a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!
the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.
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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.
let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.
“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.
you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”
oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”
he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.
chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”
you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it. 
“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”
chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.
“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit. 
it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?” 
you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.
he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”
you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?” 
then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”
“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.
his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”
your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”
you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”
with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.
chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.
ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think
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gojology · 3 years
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Strawberry Flavored Pocky.
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pairing : teen! gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : the big three: unedited, most likely badly written, and some cursing. also there’s like.. graphic imagery that gojo and reader exchange to eachother. it’s just banter though! wordcount : 2273 a/n : for that one anon that wanted teen gojo. my stroke of genius always occurs when im eating strawberry flavored pocky i swear.. anyways yeah this is unfiltered writing n it’s probably like not the best tbh and maybe i didn’t nail teen gojo’s personality but u know what this was so fun to write
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     The sound of the tear of the wrapper containing the Pocky you had just bought was music to your ears, crinkling with every touch. Your fingers are itching to grab for the deliciously coated sticks, but you’re stopped by someone none other than Gojo Satoru himself.       “What’d you get?” he inquired, seemingly unbothered by the face you were making, he hadn’t even greeted you with a simple, “Hello.” he sat down on the bench seat right next to you, uninvited.       In his hand were many bags of various sweet treats, you could only make out some familiar ones- ramune flavored gummies, a bag of chips, vibrantly colored candy. Your lips quirk downwards, exhaling, turning to face the setting sun.       “Just some Pocky.” you flatly respond, beginning to pick the biscuit up. Contrary to Gojo’s wide choice of snacks, you only really had one favorite- Pocky. Specifically, Strawberry flavored Pocky. The sweet, yet somewhat tart aftertaste treat dominated your mind almost day and night. It wasn’t everyday that Yaga would be lenient enough to take the four of you to the local convenience store. You were waiting for Shoko and Geto to finish shopping to finally head home for a night of yummy snacking.       Gojo sighs, lazily dropping the treats right next to his side, they sat idly, limply resting on his thigh as he crossed his right leg over his left knee. His hands warmly nestled into his snowy white hair, his elbows jutting into your personal bubble.        “Not one to chat, are you? What’s the problem? You scared?” his tone is teasing, and you jerk your head to face his. Your head is tilted, like your confused, but in reality you’re just astounded how obnoxious he was.       “Why in the world would I be scared of you? You wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Yaga-Senpai would rip your limbs off one by one and fling you into the horizon! And he’s not even that far away, I could report you to him if you even get on my nerves in the slightest.” you shot back, huffing and taking your first bite on the biscuit. You instantly melt.       He flashes you a toothy smile, and you stiffen, did he ever take anything seriously? “Oh my, so riled up. Only scaredy-cats would talk about how not scared they were. Look, you’re even shaking-” he gestures to your just slightly shaking, tightened grip on your Pocky. “-I win, Y/N! Boo hoo, case closed, gimme your Pocky~”        “No, fuck you and your fat ass trying to take my Pocky, I’m not shaking from fear anyways.” you sternly retort, warmth rushing to your cheeks for whatever reason. “I’m shaking because I’m resisting the urge to duct tape your mouth shut and gouge your eyeballs out.”       He chuckles warmly as if your gruesome detailing was humorous, he probably didn’t know you meant it. He too, ripped open one of his snacks. “Calm down, Y/N. I was joking, I could buy Pocky’s whole stock and probably also buy my position up as CEO if I wanted to. I wouldn’t leech off of you, sugar.” readjusting his crooked, circular shades, he looked down at your now slack grip on the wrapper.      Unanswering, you’re grumbling instead. Under your breath, you’re curious as to how Gojo hasn’t realized how obnoxious he was, and how much longer could he survive without his head exploding from how big it was from his inflated ego?      Gojo grinned. He was all too aware of those things, but who really cared?      “Not unless you let your guard down!-” unable to finish the rest of his sentence, he yanked up the wrapper from your hands, using the extent of his long arm to dangle it high above your head. Your reflexes are far too slow to react, causing you to glare at him in a mixture of shock, hatred, and disbelief.      “Give-” you jump, arm reaching towards your snack, but he backs off, snickering and still dangling it above your head. “It-” now you’ve leapt up on the bench, grabbing at the wrapper to no avail. “Back!-” whimpering and flailing your arms out, every time you came close to retrieving your rightfully owned pack of Pocky, he’d simply throw it to his other hand so carelessly it pissed you off. All the while giggling, juggling it like a clown.      A breath of laughter escapes his lips as he looks at you, prancing around like a circus act on the bench, yelling curses and many death-wishes to his clan. Your eyebrows are knitted together, and he can’t just help but realize how adorable you were when concentrated in getting something- so stubborn.    “Okay, okay!” and as if Gojo had flipped a switch, you simmer down, looking at him with an impatient side-eye. “You want it, doggie?”     “Refer to me as doggie, and I’ll send a pack of strays to ravage you.”       Gojo exhaled out of his nose. “You’re a funny one, doggie.” did he just dismiss the conversation you two were having literally 2 seconds prior? “I’ll ask this again, do you want to get your treats back?” his eyes are glinting with amusement and child-like glee. You were almost sure that he had started calling your beloved Pocky as treats because of just how well it suited the nickname Doggie. It looked like you would be getting no where unless you paid no mind to him calling you such a.. Derogatory name.       Grumbling and studying the concrete you were currently trampling on, you exasperatedly sigh.       “Yes. I do want my Pocky back.” you grunt, averting your gaze to anywhere but Gojo’s shoes.       He perks up in approval, drawing out a long, “Hmmm?” as if he hadn’t expected you to give up so easily. “What are the magic words, Y/N?”       This was so humiliating.       “Please?” you politely say through gritted teeth. If it weren’t for the general public bustling about, you would’ve lunged for his unruly hair and tear it out of his scalp.       “Hah! You think I’m gonna do that sorta bullshit?” he crosses his arms, Pocky tucked safely under his arm. You wince, thinking about how the biscuits may potentially be snapped in half. Did you really want your snack still? It probably smelled like Gojo’s armpit sweat, death, and all the bad things in the world combined. “You’re gonna have to earn it, Y/N, in a game.”       Now convinced that Gojo was the manifestation of all the bad karma that you had avoided, you stare at him with wide eyes and fear, the irritation long gone. Games, no, scratch that, literally anything with Gojo only resulted in a small, or maybe large piece of your sanity torn away from you, lost to the infinite dark abyss. Maybe that’s why Geto seemed to slowly go insane everyday.       “On second thought, I’ll just go-”      He cuts you off, alarm now displayed on full view, his face contorting back to neutral. “Wait, no! It won’t be hard. Pinkie promise.” extending a pinkie towards you, you gently slap it away. The mood change was so instant, you were still shocked, that, and he was almost a legal adult and still believed in pinkie promises.      Still hesitant, you quirk an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’d rather spend another two dollars than play whatever game your planning, unless you tell me about it.”      “That’s a given, besides, it won’t take too long, Y/N. I think you’ll like it.” he replies cheerfully, leaning and whisper-yelling into your ear, fruitfully jolting you up. Seriously, did he have any idea what personal space was?      After just a few seconds of thinking, you roll your eyes in defeat. “Okay, what’s this game?”      His incredibly long fingers inserted themselves inside the crinkling wrapper, pulling out a slender stick. You’re almost sure your salivating, and subconsciously swallow the lump at the back of your throat. “Okay, rules of this game are... Hm, we both place our mouths at both ends of the stick. You get the pretzel part because that part sucks.” mischief flickers in his eyes briefly. “Whoever can get down the Pocky longest without being afraid of kissing and pulling back, loses and doesn’t get the Pocky. Whoever stays in their place wins. I’ll throw in some money, deal or no deal?”       “This doesn’t sound.. Fun.” you were still skeptical, but curiosity was blossoming rapidly inside of you. Could you really resist such an intriguing request? The guy was rich, and he did say he’d throw in some money. Gojo probably hated the thought of you, too. You could probably get up and close, get him to cower away from the thought of locking lips with you, and you’d be on your merry way.       “Um, actually, never mind. Let’s do this.” you chirp, the weariness had depleted completely. Besides, Gojo would pester you into doing it anyways, this would effectively save time. The expression on his face was indecipherable, silently wishing to yourself to see his eyes. You wonder if they’re wide open, in shock of your acceptance.       He gently placed the biscuit between your lips, his thumb brushing against it. Your breath hitches, now he’s up close. The shades adorning his handsome features, concealing those vivid blue eyes of his made your heart pace quicken in just seconds, maybe it was because he could see you- and you couldn’t. Your gaze shifts to the tufts of white hair hanging above his forehead. His bangs look lusciously soft, so soft you wonder what it’d be like to ruffle his unruly hair, what did it smell like? What conditioner did he use?     Your cheeks darken, but you hope he doesn’t notice it. This was what people thought of when they saw pretty people up close, it wasn’t like you had a thing for him, he was just attractive, that’s all.      “You look real stupid holding that stick between your teeth and looking at me.” he comments, charmingly smirking as you give him another death glare, unable to speak in fear of dropping the Pocky stick. You could count each individual hair strand he had on top of his head with the amount of time he was taking.      Chomp.     You take the first bite, and you can’t help but realize how much your heart is fluttering about in your chest. Eyelashes fluttering, nerves getting jittery, the exchange was strangely intimate. No kidding, of course it was- if the two of you were adamant and continued to chomp on the stick, it would only end in a kiss. There was no way around it.      He takes a bite too, his lips look curved in a dopey smile, but there’s not a single word traded between the two of you, just tiny, slight nibbles. It would be eons until someone finished, and you were growing impatient by the minute. Quicken the pace. Quicken the fucking pace.     So you did the unthinkable, you quickened the pace.     Taking a large bite, he pauses for a minute- as if to think, before taking an even larger bite. Now, 2/3′s of the original stick is gone. One more large bite, and a kiss would follow suit. Now, you’re sweating bullets, eyes bouncing from him, back down to the microscopic sized Pocky. His lips are so, so close. Soft, plush pink, so glossy you’re inclined to ask what brand of lip gloss he uses. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, why wasn’t he giving up?      The two of you don’t take a single bite, plainly avoiding the objective, the world around you had evaporated into thin air. It’s you, and Gojo Satoru.      You nibbled a little bit more, and then you make up your mind. You’re going to kiss-       Growing chatter grew closer to closer, and you realize Shoko’s monotone and Geto’s lively voice, alongside a very disgruntled Yaga.       “Yeah, she’s pretty hot. I actually liked the movie- Uh...?” the steady rhythm stopped against the concrete. Immediately, you straighten and clear your throat, spitting out the Pocky stick into the nearby grass. Gojo follows suit, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and twirling around. “Oh hey, Geto!-”       “Are we interrupting something? Something.. Important?” Shoko quizzes, struggling to stifle her giggling. A sheepish smile was displayed widely on your face for the world to see, hands behind your back like you were hiding something. Gojo, on the other hand, is facing the other direction, whistling and staring at the now setting sky.       You stutter, cheeks growing even darker. Yaga looks as disgruntled as ever, facepalming and murmuring to himself. Geto looks ecstatic.        “MY MAN!” he beams. “WERE YOU GOING TO-”       “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Shoko shushes him in response, turning her head back to the two of you. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. “We thought you hated Gojo, we’re just...” her head is cocked slightly, an understanding expression on her features. “Just surprised, is all.”       Spluttering, you try to explain yourself- but no sound comes out. Your mouth is opening and closing, struggling to find the words.       “I do hate him... I just... He.. Pocky.. He uh...”       “Sheeeeeeeesh! Poor Y/N over here is going through some shock right now!” Gojo muses aloud, he places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm. There’s a small, coy grin on his lips. As if he didn’t try kissing you 1 minute ago. “Just ignore them, anyways, what are we having for dinner tonight? I heard there’s a really good KBBQ place down the street that just opened..”      As much as you hate Gojo, his ability to escape anything did come in handy.    Well, maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you were leading on.     You’d go as far as to say.. Maybe you enjoyed some parts of him.      
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cockasinthebird · 3 years
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It was awkward at first, which isn’t much of a surprise to Steve. This is a whole new world for him-  how would he ever even go about dating or flirting with guys, least of all Billy Hargrove. Girls he understood, flowers and chocolate and driving them to the mall and carrying their shopping bags, classic textbook stuff that he’s actually quite good at if he had to say so himself.
Hi was all he managed to write to Billy.
Hey ;) was the response.
Nerve wracking, dizzying, nauseating. It left him a mess for that entire weekend, making him incapable of ever even responding to any of his other matches on the apps, because he couldn’t stop thinking about Billy fucking Hargrove. Yet he also didn’t know where to go from there, and when Billy didn’t see it fit to send him a second message, it just died out right then and there.
But there was no relief, no Oh thank God that he wouldn’t have to even try and find out what it’s like with Billy- what sex is like with Billy. Yet the thought of it stayed. Every night, morning, day. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, all ruined by a crown of golden curls, broad shoulders, his musky stench, that ugly tattoo… It doesn’t make any sense to him still, but now whenever he thinks about how firm and strong Billy was, bumping up against him on the court, the way he almost admired Steve in the showers right before calling him a pretty boy, and his voice when he said it… it’s all too vivid now. Whenever there was a moment for it, his idle hands would slowly find their way past the border of his briefs, but after only a few strokes of his half chub he’d pull back with a loud and exasperated sigh.
Come Monday morning and he’s sitting in his car, hands gripping too tight around the steering wheel, students flocking to the front doors of Hawkins High. Yet somehow through the mess of reluctant teens, Steve still manages to spot Billy without even really thinking about it, like a gorgeous needle in a hormonal haystack, jeans clinging to his sculpted ass, the fabric around his thighs looking about ready to tear-
Steve shuts his eyes, squeezing till it becomes uncomfortable in an attempt to forget that he knows what Billy looks like naked; how freckles dust across his features everywhere, how smooth he is, how he’s oh so perfectly waxed-
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit.” Of all things that could have happened, Steve sporting a boner at school wasn’t rare but definitely the worst. Especially given the subject of his all too sudden desires. 
He had never cared to think twice about Billy when he wasn’t around, and now he’s the only thing on his mind. He can’t go in there like this, can’t face him like this, Steve’s body is too sensitive to even the slightest hint of Billy apparently. 
And he’s not going to jerk off in his car, that’s just… sad.
The fact that he makes it all the way home without a single speeding ticket is just dumb, lazy luck, and that he makes it to his bedroom before jerking off for the second time today is just impressive. At least he can still show some self restraint.
But only a little.
For when he’s done and ashamed of it all, he sluggishly drags his feet toward the shower, where as soon as the hot water hits his skin, he’s reminded of the locker room at school. And he’s reminded of all the times he has caught Billy stealing glances, only for those crystal blues to flee once they’ve been caught, maybe spit out a little toxic comment that’s barely heard in passing.
As he now looks down at his fully hard dick once more, yearning to a certain someone’s attention here in the nude, Steve closes his eyes only to be met by the prideful, girthy cock that even when flaccid Billy struts around with like he’s the king.
His lips pursed around a cigarette. His hands as they grasp the ball at practice. His fingers so nimble whenever he plays with a pencil in class. His smile that he flashes to all the girls. His tongue out to swipe as he grins at Steve.
“Fuck, ah-” he bites into his one hand as he cums into the other, white clashing with the pink of the bathroom tiles. And another, “Fuck!” as he slams the side of his fist against the wall of the shower.
Barely an hour passes before he’s hard and ready again, lying on the couch with old reruns of whatever on the tv, his eyes glued to the pics Billy has posted everywhere for his own conceited ego’s sake, and the hundreds of likes and comments he gets, of course.
But it’s hard not to like what you see, when you’re faced with self-confidence like this, and well earned at that considering his Adonis looks and frequent exercise routine. It wouldn’t shock Steve if he found out that Billy could lift him without breaking a sweat.
Actually it thrills him far too much to even consider, as he watches a video on instagram of Billy benching far more than what Steve weighs, and all the blood rushes into his already eager erection at such a speed he gets a little dizzy.
He almost misses the doorbell ringing in his intense, almost stalker-y field of view, and who the fuck even rings anyone’s door at almost 1pm on a Monday. A sigh and rubbing his eyes prepares him for the inevitable greeting of either mormons or jehovah's witnesses, or maybe he’s lucky to meet a travelling salesman who’s got a cure for crushing on people way outside your league.
The bell rings several times as he walks up to the door, and even after opening it up to the warm summer weather, it takes Steve several long seconds before he realises who’s standing there, toothy grin and denim clad with an arm up on the doorframe.
It hits him like a bullet to the heart, the shock of finding billy Hargrove here, in front of Steve who’s barely dressed and-
Billy’s eyes hone in on the obvious tenting of Steve’s green boxers, and that grin spreads into the widest, flashiest smile that Steve has ever possibly seen.
“Is that for me?” he drawls out, lustful and daring.
And it sets the poor trust fund kid aflame, his heart pumping so fast and hard he feels it pulsate in his dick. The blood rushing away from his brain must be making him dumb, because the only seemingly obvious reaction Steve can sort out is reaching for Billy and kissing that smug look from his face.
It doesn’t take Billy long to get in on it; he pushes his way through the door and closes it behind him, strips clean of his denim jacket before tugging off Steve’s shirt. It all happens so fast he can’t even follow, the taste of Billy’s spit and the feel of his teeth biting disorients him to a point where he can barely answer the question,
“Where’s your bedroom?”
With, “Upstairs and to the left.”
Suddenly they’re on his bed, the memory of them stumbling up the stairs as they undressed distant and nearly gone, as the throbbing of his cock has never felt louder than in this moment.
Of all the girls he’s been with, being with a man is… different. He’s nervous, almost nauseous with it, yet has never been more excited, turned on, or harder in his entire life. Hands are everywhere but where he desires them as they push him into the covers, smoothly runs up and down his chest and abs then all the way up to cup his jaw. His face feels wet with kisses and how eagerly Billy licks his lips to taste everything.
It’s a rushed mess yet it doesn’t go fast enough.
“Touch me,” he whispers without thought as he tries to keep up with Billy’s pacing.
“Yeah? Want me to touch you, pretty boy? Touch your hard, long cock?” Billy’s tone almost cruel and rough at the seams, his hands going down to grip Steve’s hips with near brutish strength.
“God yes,” Steve moans at the slight pain, “I want you to touch me so fucking bad- jerk me off, please.”
“Please?” Billy barks out a laugh at that, “Those bitches you fuck into all that nicety? Please and thank yous.”
“They love it,” Steve says with confidence that can only come from personal experience.
But it only makes Billy laugh more as he pulls away. He sits up on his knees, cock hard and thick where it stands at attention between his muscular thighs. “That won’t work with me, princess. Don’t gotta ask like a good guy for me to fuck you, just say it and I’m here.”
“How easy of you,” the words are out before Steve even thinks about it. The rivalry they have is still new and fresh, it can barely be helped, and for a moment he fears that he has ruined the moment.
Yet Billy doesn’t move away. He slowly licks along the arch of his upper lip, something deep and primal in the way he stares, and a hand runs through his golden locks to push them away from his irritatingly handsome face.
“Look who’s talking.”
In a rush that seems natural to Billy, he flips Steve onto his side before laying down behind him and pressing the head of his wet dick against the crevice of Steve’s thighs.
“Wait!” Steve almost shouts as the churning of his stomach makes him sick with worry about the more technical functions of… this.
“Don’t worry baby,” Billy’s voice all of a sudden like silk, a range so odd and unfamiliar compared to his normal boisterous attitude, “I’m not gonna pop your cherry the first time we do this. You got me too excited for that, don’t wanna wait while I prep you like you deserve,” he whispers against the shell of Steve’s ear, and it eases every single worry he had.
“Oh…” The pent up nerves in his stomach vanishes, like a knot coming undone, every single muscle in his body relaxes into the sheets.
Well, almost every single muscle.
“Yeah, oh,” Billy chuckles and rubs his nose against the back of Steve’s neck, kissing his back. “I can be a nice guy, too. You don’t gotta worry bout a thing, just let me take care of you.”
Today has been… a long, confusing mess. From the boner he woke up with after dreams of Billy, to the one in his car, the one in his shower, the one on the couch, to the way Billy so rudely shoved his way into Steve’s personal space, up the stairs, onto the bed. Rude and hectic from their first kiss till now. Now he’s… nice? Steve feels a fool for falling for it, but at least he’s aware as he lets down his guard and allows for Billy to… do whatever he pleases.
Is this how girls feel whenever a hot guy is nice to them? Whenever Steve is nice to them? Doesn’t feel like the worst thing in the world.
So he nods and hums a light agreement.
“Good,” Billy hums, too, and it makes Steve’s skin crawl in the best way possible; the shivers down his spine almost delightful as they go straight to his dick.
And when Billy gently pushes his heated flesh in between Steve’s thighs, the wet pre lubing up the skin perfectly, it’s weird and foreign, but also impossibly erotic and thrilling, and suddenly all Steve can think about is how Billy’s cock would feel inside of him.
It’s no lie that that’s something he’s thought about before - not necessarily with Billy mind you, just in general when sliding into a soaking wet pussy, he’d often get almost lost in thought about what that feels like, and if this is any indicator of it, he’s even more eager for it now.
So eager he can’t help the long, breathy moan that escapes him as Billy moves into his embrace till they’re lying flush together.
“That good huh?” Billy whispers from behind, and Steve can only imagine the self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Rather than responding he moves, closing his legs tighter and grinding back against Billy, as to test his own boundaries with all of this - which has been something of a win, considering he really went from his first kiss with a guy to this within ten minutes or so. And the way Billy groans all pleasant and pushes harder into their meeting of skin jolts through Steve’s cock like a bolt of lightning making him spurt out pre.
“Yeah, keep your legs just like that,” Billy speaks uncharacteristically soft as he moves one hand down, his burning hot palm smoothly moving over a thigh and staying there for leverage, as he starts rocking back and forth. In and out. 
Steve’s breath stutters and he can’t help but put a hand over his mouth. It’s not uncommon for him to be overly vocal and enthusiastic during sex, but this felt… almost embarassing, the kind of blithe and soft coos and moans rather than deep, throaty groans making his cheeks red.
“Don’t do that.” Billy moves his hand up to grab Steve’s and intertwines their fingers. “I wanna hear you. Let me know what I do to you.”
His cock throbs with urgent need at those words. Such a deep, baritone voice that excites Steve to a fever pitch, his body burning up where sweat gathers down his back between them. It’s gross and stimulating all at once, as Billy thrusts between his wet thighs and holds him close, he feels like a virgin again.
And maybe that’s why Billy is treating him so kindly. Not that he disagreed with the fervor earlier, how crude it was to be manhandled like that, but this? This gentle rocking of their bodies as they together find harmy in the rhythm, it’s intoxicating. Steve barely even notices when his own hand sneaks down to wrap around his hard length, so lost in the moment he can’t think straight, can’t stop the sighs and moans that spill from his body as he melts into Billy’s embrace.
“That’s it,” Billy speaks softly like summer rain, “God you’re so fucking hot. Can’t tell you how long I’ve admired you in secret, thought about every single mole and freckle as I jerked off at home. This is all I’ve wanted for so long, I thought I was dreaming when I saw you on the app.”
Steve wants to respond, wants to say something like, “How do you think I felt when we matched,” but his mind is a fog of euphoria, barely able to even hear what’s being so dearly and honestly said as he can’t focus on anything other than the slickness of Billy’s cock hitting the back of his balls, nudging him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.
“Your thighs are so nice and soft, clenching around me just right, arh, you feel so fucking good, princess.”
When Billy speeds up, Steve naturally follows along.
“I’m so close.”
Steve, too. The pent up feeling that’s been quickly building to an unbearable pressure point is becoming too much, hot and ecstatic like a volcano waiting to erupt.
“Wanna cum between your legs so bad, baby.”
“Ah- please,” Steve finally finds words and it comes out like a pathetically needy little whine.
He wants to wait- wants them to cum together like he’s seen on porn as fake as that might be, but it’s a sudden and rampant thing, blinding him with fireworks behind his screwed shut eyes. A feeling that can’t possibly be expressed in any other way than a loud, prolonged, almost shocked moan, as he cums into his own hand that he jerks with ardent intensity.
Whilst not simultaneous, Billy is not far behind; urged on by Steve’s alluring keening he sped up his thrusting and grinding like he’s in a race for the finish line himself. And it would be kinda humorous if it wasn’t so hot how hard he slams into the gathering of warm, soaked flesh. Oh how he pounds into Steve with all his sweaty might, grunting and groaning till he cums with a loud and lustful moan, his hand still holding on to Steve’s with a near crushing passion to it.
And then there’s silence, as they breathe out together, muscles relaxing, dicks flaccid and sticky with cum. It’s warm and nice and cozy, but it’s hard to enjoy for Steve.
Is Billy actually this nice, or was it just a play to get off? Did he do to Steve what he does to every other bitch that he gets with? What now? What’s next? Are they gonna be a thing or just friends with benefits? Wait, are they even friends? Fuck buddies maybe? All the thoughts that he didn’t have time to be anxious about before comes rushing in fresh and clear in a post-climax-clarity moment, and it stirs the pit in his stomach alive again.
When Billy squeezes his hand gently, and asks, “What are you thinking about?” whilst nuzzling into the nape of Steve’s neck, kissing him lazily as if almost asleep.
It… helps. The thoughts aren’t gone per say but they’re in the distance now, and all it took was a simple question- a sign of caring.
Steve turns around in bed to look at Billy’s drowsy expression, before answering, “Thinking about taking a shower. You wanna come with?”
Billy’s nose furrows and wrinkles as he peeks out past ruffled curls. “Can’t we stay like this a bit longer?”
It makes Steve’s heart beat different.
“Sure.”
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dollslayer · 3 years
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Artistic Intention
Artist!Steve x Reader
Summary: Steve's doing well in his life drawing class, but a new muse throws him for a loop in the back supply room.
W/C: 2,374
Warnings: NO MINORS, p in v smut, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink if you squint, swearing
A/N: Hey! I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife 1st anniversary challenge! I love me a good AU so I chose Artist AU+ exhibitionism. Happy tumblr-versary! I made Steve a shy boi in this lol. If you liked this fic pls reblog/comment!! Check out my other fics too! Cheers!
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It’s 1:45pm and Steve is desperately trying to weave his way through the crowd of people before him. His art folio hits everyone and thing as he makes feeble attempts to apologize to everyone for the bulkiness of the case. He can’t be too apologetic though, he’s running late for his 2pm life drawing class and if he doesn’t make it the professor will close the door in his face.
This is the longest 15 minutes in Steve’s life, he figures. He finally makes it up the steps and jogs up the stairs. His folio hits his leg, he winces but doesn’t stop, he’s only got a few minutes to make it up to the second floor and get himself situated behind an easel. He’s nearly out of breath when he makes it to the second floor and he’s trying to check his watch while running for the door. Two minutes.
Steve bursts through the doors and exhales loudly, he’s not sure he’s ever felt so relieved. His feeling of relief is short lived and quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realizes every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Every pair except for one. The new model for class this week, you slowly turn your head to reveal sharp eyes and a coy smile. He feels himself blush under your gaze and mutters an apology before getting settled in an easel directly in front of you.
He tries his best to focus on getting his paper and charcoals set out in an effort to shrug off the mixture of humiliation and lingering anxiety he had about being late. He feels his heartbeat begin to steady and he lets himself relax a little bit.
“Good afternoon, everyone. We have a new model in class this week, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. She’ll be keeping her current pose for one hour and repositioning for the second half of class. Mr. Rogers, since you had no problem running late I assume you’ll have no problem staying late as well. You’ll clean up after class.” The professor concludes with a short nod.
Steve sighs but nods his head in acknowledgement. He catches you smirking in amusement again at him and he can’t help but to blush all over again. He feels just like he did in high school, embarrassing himself in front of pretty girls. He sighs and picks up a piece of charcoal.
Steve decides to get a proper look at you and almost regrets it when he chokes on his own breath. You’re gorgeous, you’re coy and charming, you’re a muse. He’s still blushing because you’re naked, and beautiful and the feeling of humiliation hits him even more. He’s been in this class before, he knows the models will be naked but none of them had ever caught his attention as more than a subject, none of them were you.
He takes his time admiring your natural curves and appreciates your figure. You are so full of natural beauty, your bare face is perfectly flawed and the sun shining through the window highlights your skin tone. He can see why you were chosen to model for class, you’re perfect. He has to discreetly adjust himself and shuffles his jacket into his lap as he feels his pants tighten. He’s flustered all over again and realizes everyone else is already ahead of him. He puts charcoal to paper and gets to work.
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As class goes on Steve’s sketch is coming along nicely. He can’t bring himself to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time for fear of getting hard again. When he sends furtive glances your way he catches you looking back at him with that smile of yours. He swears at one point you raise an eyebrow at him like you’re amused by him. He brushes it off and keeps drawing.
Class comes and goes much faster than he anticipated. He wants to pack up and get out as quickly as he can when he remembers that he has to clean up the room. He lets out a groan and waits for everyone else to leave. Now it’s only you, him, and the professor who are left in the room.
“Mr. Rogers I’ve got to get out of here, I trust you can put easels away without incident?” The professor asks. Steve nods and the professor turns to you. “Thank you for your work today, you can collect your pay from the front office. I look forward to having you as a model for this class.”
You smile and nod, waving goodbye to him. By now you’ve slipped on a robe and are reaching for your bag but it feels like you’re lingering. It’s just now that Steve realizes the two of you are alone. He swallows thickly, trying not to pay attention to you out of the corner of his eye. He begins to pack away his own drawing but not before giving it one final assessment. He can’t help himself from his own critical eye, analyzing mistakes and appreciating triumphs.
“Is that supposed to be me?”
Steve jumps in surprise, you’re peering right over his shoulder. He’s caught off guard by your presence and also by your voice, do you always sound this sultry?
He swallows and nods before taking a deep breath. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans he turns to face you.
“Uh, yeah. Yes it is. I don’t think it’s very good but I’m trying” He anxiously starts making excuses, assuming you hate it.
But you don’t. You just smile thoughtfully at him and nod.
“It’s good. At least, I think it is.”
“Th-thanks, thank you.”
“Do you always cut it that close or were you just hoping to stay late with me?”
Steve sputters at your boldness. He has to remind himself that he’s not that scrawny, measly kid he used to be. But he can’t help but feel like he is with his sweaty palms and short breaths.
“I, I um, I didn’t realize there’d be a new model. Was kind of expecting the old one. Not- not that there’s anything wrong with you, of course! I, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that, you’re- you’re beautiful too, you’re perfect really, I just. Oh jesus.” He spews the words out faster than his brain can keep up and he’s making a complete fool of himself.
He can’t bear to look at you, so he starts closing up easels and stacking stools. He doesn’t notice you ogling his muscles through his tight t-shirt.
“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask innocently.
“I-, um, yes. I think you’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Steve answers honestly.
He moves some stools to the large supply room in the back of the classroom and you follow him.
“I think you’re beautiful too. And cute. You’re practically falling all over yourself, it’s sweet”
Are you talking to him? He still sees himself as he was back then, having a hard time thinking that anyone would look at him and find him attractive. It’s why he’s so beside himself now. You’re so completely beautiful and self-assured, there’s no way you’re talking to him. He sets down the stack he’s carrying and realizes you’re much closer than he thought. You’re inches away.
“What do you like the most about me? Is it my body? Don’t think I didn’t notice you readjusting your pants at the beginning of class.” You move even closer and Steve thinks you must be able to hear his heart beat because it’s about to come right out of his chest.
Your hands are on his chest and you have to lean up on your tip-toes for your lips to meet his ear.
“What do you say? You and me in this supply room? There’s hardly anyone here. Come on”
Steve feels like he’s dreaming, he has to check if he is. But then your hand reaches for his dick through his pants and he nearly doubles over from the sensation. He’s never been with anyone so brash and confident, your touch leaves a burning trail on his body.
“But- but what if someone comes in and sees?” He says, using every last bit of coherent reasoning he has.
“Isn’t that what makes it so fun?”
Oh, God. You. You. Smiling that devilish smile at him. He was weak in the knees and you took the opportunity to push him backwards onto a spare desk. You pulled him by the shirt collar to meet your lips and he let out a noise of surprise. Steve pushes his tongue into your mouth and lets out an obscene moan. You feel so good. He knew you’d feel good but not this good.
Steve’s large hands come to your waist and venture lower until he has a handful of your ass and grabs. You let out a little moan and nudge your knee between his legs and he grinds against it. You pull back to catch your breath when your hands go to the ties of your robes.
“We’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”
Steve doesn’t need to be asked twice as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jeans have never felt so uncomfortable and he’s frantically trying to get himself down to his boxers. He swears he goes slack jawed when he looks back up at you. He’s already seen you naked, he just stared at you naked for hours, but you’re just as gorgeous as before but it’s the way you’re looking at him. Like he’s desirable, almost like he’s a piece of meat. It makes him feel wanted and reassured and he feels himself grow harder.
Your hands slip beneath the elastic of his boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. He can’t help but flush when you let out a small gasp at the size of him. He doesn’t want to get too big of an ego with it but he’s always known he was… gifted.
Before he can let anything go to his head he lets out his own soft gasp as you stroke him languidly. He can’t control his hips as they cant up into your hand. You grab his hand and quickly lead his fingers to your dripping pussy. Steve nearly melts when he feels how wet you are and slides two fingers in easily. He’s pumping them in and out and you let out tiny mewls as you kiss his neck.
There’s no more time for preamble though, you two need to be quick if you don’t want to be caught by some unfortunate custodian. You remove your hand from his cock and he takes his fingers out of your pussy and swears you whine a little. Feeling brazen himself, he makes direct eye contact with you and sucks his fingers clean. You bite your lip and squirm while he revels in the taste.
Reluctantly he takes his fingers out of his mouth and gets up to situate you so you’re sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide for him and he takes in the sight, committing to memory. Maybe he can draw you like this some time. For now he takes a step closer but falters, remembering one fatal flaw in this whole plan.
“I… don’t have a condom”
You don’t look let down at all, you look excited in fact. Shaking your head, you explain to him.
“Doesn’t matter, ‘m on the pill. I wanna feel you cum inside me”
Steve might pass out before he gets the chance, the way you keep talking with that mouth of yours. He wastes no more time and positions himself at your entrance. He has one hand on his dick and the other on the back of your neck when he looks you deep in the eye and impales you fully in one go.
The moan you let out is pornographic and Steve uses his newly freed hand to cover your mouth.
“We have to stay quiet. Can you do that?”
You nod silently and he removes his hand, opting to grab your hip instead.
He pulls back and begins to start pumping into you. He’s steady at first, trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Slowly he starts increasing his speed and the force that he uses is causing the legs of the old desk to scrape against the floor.
Your hand reaches and grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel so tight wrapped around him with no barrier and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. You’re trying to keep your moans quiet when he kisses you to silence them all together. He’s trying with all his might not to cum before you do.
His fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles. You have a harder time keeping quiet and you’re squeezing him like a vice. The friction on your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot perfectly is causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.
“‘M gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop” You beg. Steve feels a wave of power surge over him now that you’re the needy one.
“Go on then, I’m not far behind ya. Wanna feel your pussy cum on my cock.”
With a few moments more he has you seeing stars and you claw at his back and pull him close to you. He continues on in his movements and starts pounding into you in earnest chasing his own release. All you can do is hold on for dear life.
Steve makes one final thrust before he’s cumming deep inside you. The rush of warmth is welcome to you and you kiss his jaw as he tries to catch his breath. The only sound being both of your heavy breathing. Hopefully no one heard you.
Steve can’t believe what just happened. He met a gorgeous girl and she propositioned him in a public place all in the span of two hours. He realizes just how far he’s come from who he used to be. He looks down at you, your noses touching.
“So, what’s your name?”
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bad behavior - m. tkachuk
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a/n: i don’t know when i started writing consistently but here we are. this another part of this series i was super excited about writing because this song is what put the idea in my head to begin with. quick shout out to @hookingminor​, @tkafuckit​, & @davidpastrsnack​ for reading my work and validating it because i swear i would never finish without you guys sometimes. hope you guys like it!
as per usual i recommend listing to the song while you read!
part of my lovely little lonely series
warnings: smut
“...you tell me, you're insecure, but don't be, stay soft, but don't be gentle, it's altogether mental...” - Bad Behavior - The Maine
I’m not a distraction am I?
Of fucking course you are, Matthew thought, buttoning up his dress shirt while he looked at the fresh marks he bit in your back not even fifteen minutes ago. You were the biggest distraction, Matthew forgoing his pre-game nap just for extra time with you between the sheets. You were a mistake he couldn’t stop making, ignoring the constant pull in his chest whenever you left because you didn’t do anything more than what you gave him.
Really, it was probably karmic punishment for all the shitty things Matthew’s done in his life. The universe would drop his dream girl in front of him but as it turns out, she played the game better than him. It wasn’t like he didn’t get a warning from your best friend Ella who’d been dating Sam from what seemed like the dawn of time. You were a heartbreaker, it was just how it was and that was how it’s going to be. Matthew ignored Ella, taking you home without a second thought because that’s what he wanted too. No Strings Attached. Turns out, he was in over his head when you left one night and the other side of Matthew’s bed felt cold for the first time in his life.
“You’re not a distraction pretty girl,” Matthew nods, curls bouncing against his forehead while he admires you from the otherside of his bedroom, “Are you coming tonight?”
“Are you going to be on your worst behavior?” You ask, rolling out of bed to collect your clothes Matthew never seemed to toss in one place. That’s why you were different, every person in his life telling him to ease up in his game - except you. You loved watching Matthew get into it on the ice because after those games the sex was just better.
Matthew chuckles, watching you unhook your panties from the lamp in the corner of the room and frowning when you saw the tear he ripped in them, “I’ll be on my worst behavior if you’re coming home with me later.”
“Twice in one day is pushing your luck Matthew,” You sigh dramatically, fixing his collar and flattening his tie, “And exhausting for me quite honestly.”
“I’ll be easy,” Matthew suggests, fingers gently pushing a piece of hair from in front of your face. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the moment. This made it so hard to keep your distance, the fact that Matthew was more of a gentle giant than he led on most of the time. Sure, he could pull your hair back when he hit it from behind and he made the dirtiest jokes in crowded rooms, but when all was said and done - he was kind. Someone would be lucky to have him one day, but that someone just couldn’t be you.
“You’ve never gone easy on me ever,” You giggle, pressing a kiss against Matthew’s jaw, “Good luck.”
***
Matthew didn’t know why he was so nervous about a silly All Star game, but he was. Maybe it was because it was at home, or maybe Brady’s last minute addition had him reconsidering. Either way, he’d been pacing for the last hour and trying to decide if he should tell you to stay home. He couldn’t do that, as if he was going to deny himself the small sliver of happiness he got every time you decided you wanted to see him. You were in charge, and it changed the playing field for Matthew entirely. It wasn’t like it usually was, Matthew being the one who often found themselves hanging by the phone in hopes you’d call. You didn’t, so Matthew got his hopes up and told you to stop by before he left for St. Louis.
“Hey All Star,” You muse, sneaking inside and taking off your coat. Matthew stops his pacing, smiling to himself that you actually showed up when he asked. No answer to his text, because why would you bother to let him know you were on your way. That would be too easy, and you weren’t by any means easy.
Matthew opened his mouth to ask you how your day was, but shut it once he realized he’d never get an answer. The only things he knew about you were learned from Ella and Sam, not a single detail of anything that happened outside of the walls of Matthew’s apartment was ever mentioned to him by you. You knew tons about him, because he opened up to you so easily it was breaking his heart that you wouldn’t do the same. He wondered why he did this to himself, why he didn’t just find someone who was obsessed with him. He liked the chase, Matthew’s athletic intuitions pushing him to strive for the best prize he could find, and you’d be the best of them all if he could have you.
Instead Matthew did what he always does, he pressed his lips to yours and pushed you up against the door. His hands were on your waist, an ironclad grip as if you’d slip right through his hands if he didn’t stop you. You probably would have.
“What’s wrong?” You question, Matthew confused as to how you knew something was up. His eyebrows furrowed, head cocking to the side like a puppy who was trying to figure out what a new sound was. You laugh, a melodic giggle carrying through Matthew’s almost barren apartment, “Your hands are right above my ass but you failed to touch it once, what’s up?”
“I’m, uh, nervous?” Matthew admits, his weaker parts of his brain succumbing to the pout on your lips. That pout could be what killed him. Matthew wasn’t dealing with it well, it being the newfound pressure he’d been feeling to be a top tier player. People expected him to turn it on for every game, and at first he loved it. Then he realized he no longer got the chance to slack off when all eyes were on him, Matthew had been internally crumbling ever since.
That wasn’t necessarily the only reason he’d been insecure lately. You weren’t helping, but you couldn’t be hurting him that much. Maybe you were. Matthew was trying really hard to be cool, but he was failing miserably. He got jealous more often than he liked to admit, and he was a liar if he didn’t deep dive your Instagram to see if you were very clearly seeing someone else. He was gone a lot, and you didn’t owe him any sort of explanation and he knew that. He knew he respected you enough not to ask but he liked you enough to care, and it was eating him alive.
“Pressure’s a lot, I just don’t feel like, you know,” Matthew explains, fumbling over his words and waving his hands because he didn’t want to say it. His voice got lower, words mumbled together when he spoke, “I’m insecure.”
“Don’t be,” You shrug, a wide confident smile on your face. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little surprised by Matthew, because as far as you knew he was a big bad guy, or at least he thought he was. You thought it was all bullshit, but you did often think that kind of pressure couldn’t be healthy. Every fiber of your being told you to run, that this was getting too emotional and if you didn’t stop you were going to ruin him forever. You did it all the time, your heart wasn’t built for more than a night and you were just accepting it. If you weren’t going to be able to stop self destructing anyone who tries to connect to you emotionally besides your loved ones you protected so fiercely - then you were going to have fun.
Which is what you thought you were getting into. You took Matthew home with nothing but his reputation spinning around in your head that he was the perfect conquest. Then you fucked, and it was too good to give up. So you kept him at arms length, never giving into those damn eyes and his frown whenever you left after you had sex. It was better that way, for both of you really.
“That’s all you got for me?” Matthew asks, stifling a laugh at your simple answer. He was admitting to you something he’s never let another soul know but you simply just shrugged.
“Okay, how about this,” You take a deep breath, snaking your hands under his shirt and grazing your nails against his skin.
You’re Matthew fucking Tkachuk. Your lips pressed against his jaw, a smirk gracing his face. You don’t give a fuck who’s in your way, you’ll hit them. Your lips moved to his ear, whispering softly. You’re what Doughty’s nightmares are made of. Your hands slipped down, playing with the waistband on his boxers. And you can score with the best of them, on and off the ice. Matthew laughed at that one, a smug smile back on his face where it rightfully should be. You have nothing to worry about.
Both of Matthew’s large hands landed on your cheeks, calloused fingers rubbing against your skin and his lips on yours. He didn’t need to say anything, he’d show you just how badly he needed that. Matthew pushed you towards his bedroom, your back hitting the plush mattress. You tossed your hoodie off, Matthew losing his at the same time. You admired him, the way his muscles were defined in the moonlight from his windows. Matthew’s hands slid down your back, unclasping your bra with one hand and smirking to himself when it slid off. You stroked his ego for a reason, one that ran a chill up your spine while he pressed kisses down your body.
“You’re fucking sexy,” Matthew mutters into your skin, sliding off your leggings and eyes practically rolling to the back of his head when a pair of lacy red panties caught his attention. His finger slid underneath them, fingers slick from your core, “And wet too huh?”
“Do you plan on doing something about it or should I call someone else,” You tease, Matthew’s free hand gripped your thigh when you spoke, jealousy coursing through his veins. He finger pulled against your panties, a loud rip catching your attention, “Matthew!”
“Don’t joke like that then, I’ll take care of you just fine on my fucking own,” Matthew growls, lips ghosting your clit. You whimper, running a hair through Matthew’s hair. His tongue lapped at your pussy, trying to remind you just why you couldn’t shake him. He was competitive, and if he had to fight for his spot in your line up he’d do it. You were a mess, a string of curses falling through your lips and your moans echoing in the room.
“Matty, fuck,” You let out a cry, gripping his curls tightly. Matthew flicked your clit with his tongue, a gasp leaving your mouth. Matthew went to overdrive, his well skilled tongue moving quickly to send you over the edge. You grinded against his mouth, his hands holding down your waist so he could keep going while you came on his face. You finally push his head back, unable to take anymore.
Matthew crawls back up your body, capturing your lips with his and kicking off his boxers. You push him onto his back gently, a smug smile on his face and his hands landing behind his head, “A show?”
“Shut up,” You shake your head, letting out a laugh while you straddle Matthew. You pumped him a few times, lining his cock up with your pussy and easing yourself onto him.
“You look so good on top of me,” Matthew muses, a cocky tone to his voice. You grab the overgrown curls on the nape of his neck, rolling your hips against him and smirking when a groan left his lips, “My perfect fucking girl.”
Matthew’s hand smacked your ass while you rode him at your own speed. His free hand gripped your hip, speeding up your pace. Matthew loved being on top, a translation of his control that he desperately craved, but he let you do whatever you wanted. His hand snuck up your body, hand gently gripping your neck, “If you leave a mark this time Matthew-”
Matthew chuckles, remembering the borderline vicious threats you sent him the last time his grip got a little too tight and you didn’t realize until the next day. Matthew pulls you down to meet his lips, flipping you over onto your and back wrapping on your legs around his waist. His forehead pressed against yours, something you noticed he'd been doing more often lately, “Cum for me, fuck, c’mon.”
“Harder,” You nod, eager to chase your high and give him what you knew he wanted. He liked to get you off, the satisfaction of pleasing you did it for him, Matthew often bragging about how much a giver he really was. Your pussy fluttered around him, Matthew pulling his cock out and spilling onto your stomach. He looked down at you, completely fucked out with his cum on you like you were his. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen from his while you caught your breath, “Shit.”
Matthew laughs lightly, walking into the en suite bathroom to get you a towel. He was always gentle afterwards, taking care of you after he absolutely wrecked you as if it was going to remind you that maybe he deserved more than you were giving to anyone else. You tuck your head into Matthew’s pillow, sleep about to take over your body. You never stayed, your own little rule because you just knew if you let him hold you it would be over, “Just stay, you look tired pretty girl.”
Matthew’s voice was gentle, his finger running along your bareback lightly while he offered you a shirt in the other. He wanted you to stay so badly, “Matty-”
“My flight leaves in a few hours, it’s like a nap,” Matthew whispers, and you smile at his excuse for you to sleepover. You nod, sitting up and tossing on whatever gray t-shirt he’d given you. You didn’t know, but it was his favorite shirt in the world, the fabric soft like a tee that had been well loved.
Matthew was supposed to have woken you up before he left, dropping you off at your place before he headed to the airport to go home. He was going to, he swore he really was, but when he was leaving you looked so damn cute snoring away in his favorite shirt. So he left you a note, telling you to lock up before you left and that he’d see you the day he got back. You woke up peacefully, the light shining through the floor to ceiling windows in Matthew’s apartment and rolling your eyes at his note. You grab your phone, smiling when you notice he left it charging for you. 
You told me it was a nap.
Maybe you shouldn’t look so cute when you sleep then.
You roll over screaming in the pillow because you were going to ruin him.
***
Matthew had enough of the waiting game.
It's been nine days since that night and Matthew was losing his fucking mind. He was playing like absolute garbage, his name off the scoresheet since the All Star break. Matthew was lashing out left and right, both against the opposition and his own friends when they grew concerned. He thought about moving on, even calling up an old fling. That didn’t end well, Matthew moaning your name by accident in bed and then she left almost immediately after. He was frustrated with himself for getting this invested, but you were intoxicating. Matthew left the Saddledome after another shit game and drove to your place, with the intent that you were either going to hear him out or he was going to have to cut you out of his life.
“Hi?” You were confused when you saw him on the other side of the door, you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. You were already pressed, wondering what Matthew thought he was doing banging on your apartment door. He looked pissed, bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days and you were already rolling your eyes at the tweets about him being a bust.
“I can’t do this shit anymore,” Matthew steps inside, stomping into your space and gritting his words, “You have this hold on me, and I know I told you I could be cool about this but I can’t be. I’m fucking jealous of every other dude you could be with and I think about it all the time-”
“And I’m a heartless bitch,” You hiss, every wall you had just got taller. Your words could cut like a knife, and you were ready to let Matthew have it, “I’ve heard it from everyone, I ruin people Matthew, save me the argument.”
“You’re not going to ruin me, I know you, fuck,” Matthew steps forward, every bit of anger in his body disappearing when he saw the way you lip was starting to quiver. His voice got lower, his thumb running along your jaw, “I know you think you bring out the worst in me, but you bring out my best too.”
“I’m going to hurt you, I always do,” You whisper, averting your eyes down so you didn’t have to look at him.
“Then hurt me later,” Matthew took this as his turn to shrug, try and take a page in your book and be a little nonchalant, “For now, could we just try this out? No games, no one else, just us.”
“This is bad for you Matthew,” You give him one more warning, pulling him closer to you and tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck.
“Be bad for me then,” Matthew groans, grabbing a handful of your ass and pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Matthew!”
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Hide and Seek (Colby Brock Imagine)
Summary: *REQUEST* omg what about Colby helping the reader hide in a laundry basket during hide and seek and she wins 😳✨
Written: 2020
Word Count: 1,611
Warnings: mention of death, minor fluff, swearing
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I’m laying flat on my back eating the pizza we ordered. I feel my head being lifted and placed in someone’s lap. I shift my eyes up and meet Colby’s eyes. I furrow my eyebrows and glare at him. He really has the audacity to interrupt me during pizza time.
“Don’t get mad at me. If you choke on death while eating pizza, I’m not saving your dumbass. I keep telling you to not eat laying down, Y/N.” Colby says kissing my forehead.
“If I die eating pizza, at least I’ll die doing something I love,” I shout before shoving another bite of pizza in my mouth.
“I’m something you love, why not go out doing me?” Colby asks smirking.
“For the love of God and all things holy, please get a room. This Air BnB is full of them.” Corey screams from the couch.
Everyone got together for the week and chipped in on an Air BnB. We each chose days and what videos we would film for everyone’s channel. Even Mike is here, which I thought would be more awkward than it is because Xepher and Griffin are here too. Corey and Devyn are here too, but that is less awkward than it is with that trio. The fact that we were able to get the whole family together is amazing.
We’ve gotten together for some group videos, but because the pandemic was happening at the time so we tried to keep it to less than ten people. But now that all of that is over, we figured we would surprise our fans with a slew of group videos. They don’t even know that we’re here. We all planned by taking photos and videos before we left so we can post on our stories and everyone will think we’re at home, not hanging out together. 2020 was stressful, 2021 is going to be better for all of us, so we’re getting our fans in the right mindset.
“Everyone almost done? It’s dark enough now so we can get ready to film my videos.” Sam says as he starts to grab the empty pizza boxes. Kat helps him by grabbing the empty bottles.
I shove the rest of my pizza in my mouth and shoot up. Colby stares at me in disbelief and shoves my drink in my mouth.
“My God, woman, people are going to start thinking I starve you at home. I’m not joking about letting you choke. Eat like a normal person, please.” I manage to swallow what I had left in my mouth and smile.
“I’m sorry babe, you know how much I love pizza. I’ll be much more careful this week, I promise.” I kiss Colby’s cheek and go help everyone clean up.
Everyone is lined up for Sam’s videos. Of course, we’re playing hide and seek AND playing the mafia game. I have yet to win either game, but I am dead set on winning hide and seek. I found the perfect hiding spot earlier when we were filming Kevin’s video earlier. I’m so excited, Colby is holding my hand to try to get me to stop bouncing off the walls. It’s not working. I think this has something to do with the five cups of coke that I drank earlier. That’s a lot of caffeine. I hope I can stay still in my hiding spot.
“Okay everyone, you guys have 15 minutes once I close the door to find a hiding spot. Remember, you can only move once.” Sam explains before leaving us alone.
I pull Colby’s hand and drag him upstairs. When we get to the room that Colby and I chose to stay in, I let go of his hand and take off my jacket.
“I like the idea, but we don’t have enough time.” Colby jokes.
“No— I need your help. Empty the hamper.” I say quickly as I open the cabinet door and showing him the built-in hamper. It was already full when we got here, and it’s bolted to the wall. Sam can’t pick it up and hopefully, he won’t move the clothes. It’s the perfect spot.
“First of all, that’s disgusting, those are other people’s clothes and we don’t know how long it’s been here. Second, you’re going to suffocate. You really do have a death wish tonight, don’t you?” Colby turns on the lights so I can see him
“Do you really want to talk about death wishes, Mr. X.P.L.R. in dangerous places every day? Besides, I thought of all that. Just help me. I want to win this time. Pretty please?” I pull out all the clothes and give Colby the old puppy dog eyes.
“Fine, but you’re going to owe me big time. And I’m going to text you every few minutes so you don’t die.” I jump up and run back into the room. I position my shoes so it looks like I’m hiding under the bed. I grab the tape and a towel before running back to Colby. I empty the contents of my jacket pocket into the hamper.
I turn to Colby so he can help me climb in. He scoops me up and places me gently in the basket.
“Hand me the towel, please. It’s my only buffer with the dirty clothes.” I explain, pointing to the towel.
“That’s a great idea babe, but how are you going to breathe? Or not pass out from the heat?” Colby asks as he starts to cover me with the towel.
“Don’t worry, this is why I’ve been stealing straws all night and took off my jacket. Before you ask, I stole some water and snacks so I should be good for an hour or two. Make sure you cover me well and close the doors.”
“I hope my next girlfriend isn’t a crazy dumbass,” Colby mutters as he places the dirty laundry on me.
“You’re next what now?” I move the towel and sit straight up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll wait at least a year after you’re gone. I’ll mourn you every day. I’ll name my next dog after you.” Colby is smirking, trying not to laugh.
“Okay, after tonight, we’re having a serious talk about your fascination with my death. Also, you name a dog after me, I’m haunting your ass when I actually do die. Now hurry up, time is almost out and you still have to h—” Colby throws the towel back over my head and dumps a whole bunch of clothes on me.
“I’m kidding and I love you!” Colby yells before shoving more clothes on me.
A few minutes later I feel Colby stop putting clothes on top of me. I look at my phone and see that Colby has about 5 minutes left to find a hiding place. I slide down and comfortably position myself. It’s already getting hot in here, maybe Colby was right. Like I would ever tell him that. His head is already big enough, I don’t need to fuel his ego anymore. I pull out my AirPods and turn on my favorite playlist to keep me occupied for however long I’m going to be in there. I get a text from Colby saying that he found a spot and asking me how I was. I reply to Colby and film my perspective of where I am for Sam’s video before closing my phone to save battery. This is going to be a long night, I can already tell.
****
“Y/N, wake up, this isn’t funny anymore.” Someone, I think Colby, yells as they shake me.
I rub my eyes and yawn before opening one eye. Sam and Colby stand over me, shining a light in my face.
“Did I win?” I ask sitting up and stretching.
“Oh my God! You little shit…” Colby falls back on the floor and mutters a slew of swear words to himself.
“Yeah, Y/N you won. And gave all of us heart attacks in the meantime.” Sam explains helping me out. Aryia, who was probably holding the camera, also helps me out.
Colby is standing up now and helping me get my stuff out of the bottom of the hamper. I notice the camera on the camera and do a cute pose in front of it. I’m not sure if I passed out from the heat or fell asleep because I was tired. Either way, I’m super sweaty now and I have never loved being out in the open more than I do now.
Sam and Ariya start to head downstairs, and I start to follow them until I feel Colby pull me back. I twirl around to face him. His eyes have a twinkle to them and the corner of his mouth are creeping towards his eyes. He has those crinkles that I love, the type he only gets when he smiles. He doesn’t do it much anymore, at least, not when we’re working. I see them a lot when we’re together, he hates them but I love them. It means he’s truly happy and it makes my heart full.
“What? Sam has to end his video.” I push Colby’s hair out of his eyes.
“Just wait a second. I know I joked a lot about you dying tonight, but when you stopped responding to my text and when I found you asleep in the bottom of the basket— No more stupid ideas for a while.” Colby kisses my forehead and strokes my hair.
“Fine, but you know that Jake and I are going to eventually cause chaos on this trip.” I kiss Colby’s cheek before going to join everyone downstairs.
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Hii!! I love your writings and i was wondering, could you do an a-z porco version?? You can choose whether you prefer nsfw or not, i dont mind at all!! Just wanna see some content about mu baby🥺 hope you have a great day/week/month/year and please be safe💖
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hi! i’m gonna do a separate fluff alphabet for him bc i love him so <3 i did this in a modern (college if u squint) au bc that’s generally what i think about when i write so i hope this is ok! hope u enjoy, i’m sorry this took so long! stay safe and have a lovely day ❤️
warnings: extremely nsfw lol, mild cursing
word count: 1491
a-z nsfw alphabet for porco galliard
nsfw under the cut!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
I feel like Porco is a PRO at aftercare. I don’t know why, it’s just a hunch. I feel like he gives lots of shoulder kisses and runs his fingers through your hair, whispering to you just how much he loves you. Probably really enjoys taking baths with you! And MASSAGES! Especially if you guys just had a rather rough session (which I feel like is very often. IDK dude just the vibes I get from him)
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
He loves his hair, and he ESPECIALLY loves when you pull it. That’s one way to make him cum in his pants in .00005 seconds. On you I’d have to say your nose (: I feel like he loves giving you nose kisses and also putting you in positions (like the mating press) where your noses are practically pressing together when you’re having sex.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
I feel like his cum is kinda salty, but nothing too bad. It definitely doesn’t taste bad. Porco doesn’t seem like the type to be too picky about where he cums, but I do think that his favorite and preferred place to cum on you is your face. It makes pride swell up inside of him that he’s the only person who gets to see you like this. It’s also kinda just his possessiveness showing?? IDK mannnnn but it’s hot as fuck
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Before you started dating he accidentally called one of his flings your name. He just brushed it off like it didn’t happen and made the person he slept with feel like they were hearing things LMFAO
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I feel like he’s pretty experienced and knows what he’s doing, but mostly with people that he wasn’t involved with for more than a night. I don’t see Porco as someone who easily enters relationships, so most of his experience comes from clumsy and/or drunken one-night stands with random people he met at frat parties LMFAOOO
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
Mating press. He loves being fully in control and seeing you struggle to gain any sort of leverage on him. Also, the eye contact and the deep ass angles he can hit; he brushes against your sweet spot with every languid stroke. Need I say more?
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Definitely not. Porco sees sex as serious even if he’s not in love with you- I feel like if you laughed it would just piss him off LOL
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I mean I don’t think he actively shaves so he’s probably got a bit of hair down there, but it’s nothing too wild. I feel like he keeps it soft lol and it’s definitely not a bush. The hair is a few shades darker than the hair on his head. He one hundred percent keeps clean, tho, so that’s not something you’ll have to worry about
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Most times sex is a way for Porco to release his frustrations and anger. He doesn’t really see it as a loving act since most of his past experiences weren’t related to that in the slightest, but every now and then he gets a strong urge to worship you in every way possible because he wants you to know just what you do to and for him.
J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
Probably twice a week. Unlike a lot of the other AOT boys, I feel like Porco masturbates rather frequently. I feel like a lot of it stems from boredom, but some of it is (like most other things) related to frustration. It helps him zen out a bit
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Complete domination, choking, bondage, & spit play. I don’t think I need to say anything else on this topic, you can see what I’m getting at, yeah?
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
He’s honestly fine with wherever, just as long as the price of getting caught isn’t too great. He enjoys the risk and adrenaline rush that comes with doing it in public places (for example in the bathroom at a school football game or at a restaurant while you’re on a date). But if his or your reputation was on the line, he wouldn’t even think twice about it. His preferred place (if he had to pick) would be the floor ;)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Tbh just about anything LOL I really see him as a guy with a high sex drive, so if he sees your shirt ride up a little too far and catches a glimpse of the undersides of your boobs? BAM. Boner. You bend over in front of him? Boner. Obviously he can keep this in check most of the time, but sometimes? He just doesn’t want to.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Pegging. Sorry guys, he just…wouldn’t.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He is SOOOO good at giving oral, however, he definitely prefers receiving over giving. It’s probably one of the only aspects in the bedroom where he ever hands you the reins. He may push your head down sometimes, though, he’s one of those guys. But he just enjoys seeing you struggle to take it. Polishes his ego
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He tends to be pretty fast and rough. He doesn’t really have the patience to go slowly LOL I feel like he’d get bored-
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He loves quickies. Especially when it could make one of you late (preferably you, he loves making you all flustered when someone asks what your reason for being late is). Like I mentioned previously, doing things slowly is definitely not something that Porco is very well versed in, so I don’t even really see you guys having long sessions very often. Quickies are just the norm for you guys. (You should be grateful for this, the longer sessions take DAYS to recover from. Praying for u)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
It really just depends. You have to talk to him about it first, but I will say that he is more likely to say no than he is to agree, especially if his dominance is in question. He doesn’t like to give you control often
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can last a good while if he wants to, but he doesn’t normally. Your sessions tend to last 10-15 minutes on average (not including foreplay), but when he really wants to he can last 30-40 mins.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Probably a few vibrators lol. Definitely wants to buy a sex swing smh. Probably has a whip. All of these are for you, the thought of using a toy on himself makes him a bit uncomfortable.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
I feel like Porco likes to tease on occasion, but something tells me that often times he’s way too impatient to bother. When Porco gets in the mood, he wants nothing more than to just bend you over and fuck the shit out of you right then and there. Anything that prevents him from doing so brings him out of the mood a little.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I don’t think he moans perse… He definitely lets out long sighs and grunts and other animalistic noises, but there’s not much moaning. I will say that he is very very verbal, and his dirty talk is TOP TIER. That’s it. That’s all.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
His biggest fantasy is to fuck you while someone else is sleeping in the room-
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Probably a good 6.5-7 in. And he THICC. You will definitely feel the burn at first with him
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
HIGH HIGH HIGH HIGH
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Not too quickly. He likes to make sure you’re okay first, and if you’re not feeling the best he’ll lay awake with you and talk to you until you’re asleep.
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