#but at that speed was i really able to *savor* it?

[under--the--radar]

...You know, when I picked up the Dungeon Meshi comic last Thursday from where the anime left off, eager to resolve that cliffhanger, I wasn't expecting to finish the entire manga before the next episode was even released.

#anyway i loved it #can't wait to watch the next ep tomorrow and get blasted back >2000 pages worth of story ago #dungeon meshi #my post #...i guess you could say i really *devoured* the manga eh eh? #really *ate it up* #but at that speed was i really able to *savor* it? #i suppose in a way i'm still *hungry* for more #...okay i'm reblogging some posts then going to bed

[ladythornofrivia]

TR! boys headcanons with S/O, who fell in love with the rival gang member (ft. Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, Sanzu, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Izana, Taiju, Hakkai, Hanma, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Benkei, Kokonoi, Inui, South, Takeomi, Kazutora & Draken)

A/N: I want to do something a little different from my usual writing. And I miss writing Tokyo Revengers fanfic. Enjoy.

Falling in love with an enemy is prohibited, especially when you’re in a different clan, who swore to destroy them the next day or the day after tomorrow. What better way to end the tension between enemies is to date them. Better yet, fuck them. With your legs spread wide before them, their eyes glazed with lust, holding onto your thighs as they dipped their head between your limbs as they licked your folds. On a hot weather, you were only wearing nothing but a halter shirt, a ripped denim shorts and pink boots. Everything is sweet and divine. The hottest of summer has drove them mad to a brink of taking clothes off less than a minute. Both of you sneaking out late after the gang meetings just to spend each other fucking anywhere as long as you have each other. Whether it’s the bed or kitchen or shower. This time he wanted to make love to you on the dining table, where the companions—his enemies—hadn’t known of your whereabouts.

“Stay still, baby. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk the next day,” he said, licking and savoring your folds. You whined, clutching his hair tight. His long and girth cock twitch, aching for your walls. He lifted his face up to meet your lips, kissing you before plunging in further into your walls.

“You’re gonna have to beg for mercy for how you’re making me feel by choosing to wear that sexy outfit of yours.”

Taking your wrists, he rapidly slipped his cock in.

The table rocked at his speed, and by the time he’s done, his cum went leaking from your pussy until it flows onto the table.

“(y/n), I’m home,” someone behind the closed door said. But when you and your boyfriend didn’t have the time to react, a familiar member of the rival gang caught you red-handed.

“What the fuck!?” your friend said, dropping their takeout.

Your boyfriend looked up to his rival. Licking wet juices onto his mouth, he gave a smirk and said, “So, can I call you my brother-in-law?”

Izana, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Wakasa, Takeomi, Taiju, Hanma, South, Kokonoi, Kazutora & Bonten!Mikey

People with forbidden romance only exists in fiction. Surprisingly, you and your boyfriend from the rival gang managed to spend time together without getting caught. Both of you are good at making excuses. Everyone can take it without a grain of salt. For a better result, they ignored you the whole time. As you thought your dirty and mundane scenarios with your secret boyfriend. Mostly it’s cooking or going outside and play games, and sometimes going to yours and his favorite hiding spot—a hideout away from their friends with prying eyes. There are days when you want this rivalry to end, but you don’t know how, so you ended up crying, not knowing how the relationship will end once the enemies discover what you and your boyfriend are really up to. Afraid of being used or getting sick and tired of you, you confronted your boyfriend to announce the separation, for his safety, even if it means getting heartbroken.

That way, it’d be easier.

Your boyfriend gave you a pissed off look on his face, before tackling you by sweeping you up and slung you over his shoulder and slammed you down on the bed inside the love hotel.

“Not goin’ to happen, sweetheart. You think I’m going to roll over and accept this? Why waste our love together when we can run away and start all over again. Just you and me, my good, little wife.”

He slammed his lips to yours before he tore your clothes apart, leaving you nothing but underwear.

“No bra? You’re so naughty, angel,” he said, holding your hands above your head as he slid your underwear, exposing your wet, tight pussy.

He licked his lips with admiration, his pants were undone. “You’re going to regret what you said to me today. So don’t think we’re going to break up because of them or their laws.”

“It’s too full,” you whined, nails clawing onto his shoulders.

His chuckles tickled against your skin.

He pounded himself into you, filling the walls with your loud moans as your nails clawed onto his back, strapping him naked from wearing their uniform. With sharp final thrusts, he spilled himself inside you.

“We’ll make a lot of cute babies,” he said, kissing you softly after a long night of fucking you onto the mattress. He plopped down on an empty side of the bed and take you in his arms, caressing the outline of your waist, hoping for the semen to sink into your belly. “After this, I’m going to buy you a ring.”

Shinichiro, Kakucho, Chifuyu, Baji, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Inui, Draken, Hakkai, Benkei & Toman!Mikey

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[fairytsuk1]

cupid's arrow | (s)

apart of the meet cute: gone wrong series, click here for more!

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

words: 8.3k

prompt: "getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids"

warnings: teasing game, public sex, quickie, protected sex, tit play, praise kink, missionary position, soft dom!midoriya

The retirement home was an amalgamation of both good and evil. It had the finest foods for delicate denture havers and was home to some of life’s more depressing thought processes. You preferred being able to drive over the speed limit as the city air lashed at your face; being young and carefree was much more appealing. However, this couldn’t be your reality anymore as you knew your grandmother needed you more than ever. Things were about to change. You’d be moving onto bigger steps in your life! Finding a partner, making a home together, advancing in your career…

Before leaving for the retirement home, you hoped you’d be walking out of there glimmering with adjusting to adulthood. No games or silly adventures, a part of you lit up at the idea of this summer excursion changing your life. You really, really hoped it would.

You smooth your tennis skirt over your thighs, ankles crossing and a warm smile gracing your features when your grandmother waltz in with house slippers and an old tea set. The smell of earthy leaves wafts into your nose, and you already know she’s made two steaming cups of green tea before she pours it.

“Nana, you know you don’t have to make anything when I visit,” you’d figured she’d stop making cookies past your twelfth birthday, but she clearly planned to wave you off every single time.

Snarkily, your grandmother rolls her eyes and takes a slurping sip of her tea.

“It’s not about that. It’s about keeping ancient traditions! We’re family, and that means grandmothers make their grandchildren tea!”

She nods, pleased with herself, and her eyes are closed as she savors the grass notes, the feeling of toastiness, and the mild sweetness. Your eyebrows twitch, and you miss how she does the same once she’s placed her cup back down.

“Mhm, it’s very good, did you taste the grass?” you swallow and nod, “yes, me too. So… Have you found a boyfriend yet?”

You’re in the process of drinking more tea but her comment startles you; the cup is hastily set back on the coffee table and leaving a liquid trail in its wake. Practically spitting out your tea, you’re quick to wipe your mouth with a napkin and set the record straight.

“Huh?! Where is that coming from? …I don’t, but why are you asking, nana?”

She’s got this unreadable look on her face. Then, she’s giving you this cheeky grin and sighing wistfully as if thinking of a past lover. You’re curling your fingers into your palms, nearly shaking in anticipation as her hands rub together sneakily.

“It’s my friend’s grandson! You know me. Always talking, but if I were you, I’d snatch him right up! He’s strong, and he’s got bright green eyes! They’d compliment yours so well,” and she’s scooting forward in her seat, “you will like him! He’s a very nice boy.”

Nana’s been gossiping again. You’re relieved she wasn’t trying to reconnect you and former lovers (an activity that had proven to be unsuccessful, twice.) Still, the idea of her pitching you to random strangers like an ATM card makes your face twist in an attempt to tell her how you really feel.

“I-I don’t know, nana. I’m not even sure if I’m looking for anything right now,” and you were right. 

A relationship seemed like a huge step, and this was supposed to be your summer “boss up” phase. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you had trust in your grandma’s romantic instincts for matchmaking either. A wrinkled hand covers yours, and your nana is beaming with her body leaned towards you.

“Tell you what, he will be here for breakfast tomorrow morning. You don’t have to do much, but you should see him in person! Get to know him a little.”

You let the offer hang in the air for a moment before shrugging.

“...I guess I can do that. I don’t want this to become an everyday thing, though! I came here to spend time with you, nana. Not with some guy!”

Nana had already returned to sipping her tea and nodded before licking her lips.

“Of course, dear. However, if you like this Midoriya as much as I think you will, you’ll end up regretting saying that!”

You take a sip, and two pairs of eyebrows raise. You doubted it. This “Midoriya” person was probably some nerdy guy that didn’t know how to talk to girls. It didn’t matter anyways, so on that fateful day you brushed mascara on thick lashes and made sure your lips looked as plump as ever in your pink lip gloss. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, not at all!

Something in your gut had just told you to make an effort, but it was hard to tell whether this gut feeling was good or bad.

The situation had proven that you needed to take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror. He wasn’t ugly, no. He was anything but. He was so handsome that as you and your grandmother circled the table to sit, your foot caught on the leg of the table. Practically every brain cell had been focused on the promise of muscles under his white button-up plus the extra show of solid, veiny forearms. He was hot.

“This is my friend, Kotoe! And this is her grandson, Izuku Midoriya! He’s the one I brought up to you last night,” and for the first time, you’re aware of how red Midoriya looks; maybe he was thinking the same things about you.

Kotoe grins widely, and the wave crashes on you and Midoriya because the embarrassment of the situation keeps getting worse. First, the table. Then, he’s watching you as you settle yourself across from him. This feels more like you’re being judged than trying to link up with someone.

“You remember her, right? I showed you that picture of her at that one band performance.”

Your pride is fatally wounded, but you’re even more aghast that one of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen is actually seeing you for the second time. The idea that Midoriya’s first impression was of you with braces and frizzy hair left you feeling like you could melt into your seat effortlessly.

Nana guiltily peruses the menu, but you know there’s no one else that has that picture. You’d tried to erase every copy of it but… she had her ways.

“Nana.”

She grins sheepishly while fluffing her curls, “it’s not my fault your mother only sends me photos when she feels like it. You look cute in the photo!”

If you didn’t stop her now, maybe nothing could. Along with this setting not seeming like the right time to discuss the ins and outs of your family relationships, you turn to Midoriya and smile warmly. 

“Right. Well, Midoriya, it’s nice to meet you. You’re lucky you were spared from the dreaded band photo. I’m jealous,” with a hair flip for good measure.

She’s so cute, he thinks.

“If only you could have the same fate.”

It’s so boyish, so ridiculous, and it makes your heart-beat rabbit fast because it’s not fair that his voice is gentle yet had an edge to it. His smile and even the licking of lips were uncalled for. He was charming you way too easily. How long had you two been sitting here again? 

He’s tuning you like a fiddle to his chosen song, and you play beautifully. You need fresh air, so your cup of water is gulped down to curb the romantic-tension fever rising inside you. 

Your grandmother and Kotoe fall into conversation like it’s natural. Midoriya keeps taking tentative glances at you but looking away before something productive happens, so you begin to copy him; now you just feel like you’re in the hall of mirrors.

“So, Midoriya… Do you go to university?”

“I-I do! I’m an archaeology major with a minor in history! It’s a lot of nerdy stuff, but it’s more interesting than calculus!”

His eyes sparkle at the topic, and the passion leaking through his words is evident. It’s cute, and your cheeks lift without thinking about it. He’s infectious, and in a bad way.

The type of infection where every glance feels like slow motion, and your brain skips ahead to when his mouth is on yours, and his hands are tugging, pulling, squeezing…

“That’s really cool! I’ve never heard of someone majoring in something like that! I’m doing public administration; it’s like political science but not really.”

Midoriya can’t wait to dig his hands into you and bury his cock deep inside you, but he can’t think about that right now. He mentally files away the memories of your shy looks so he can wrap a fist around himself in the shower later as he thinks of ruining your tight little pussy.

“No, yeah, that’s brave stuff to do! That can be in any sector, right? Public, private, and all of that.”

Both brains come to rest on the same wavelength as the same thought swirls in and out of two opposite gender heads.

I wanna fuck you.

“Yeah! Yeah, it can be,” your legs cross to lessen the pulsing between your legs.

“I kind of get it! History is so broad that it throws people off a bit,” Midoriya presses a palm to his aching cock as discreetly as possible.

The two of you try to avoid letting your need spill over past inappropriate boundaries. You both don’t realize that notion was abandoned the second first eye contact was made. Lunch passes by quickly, and you’re thankful. That was a bit too tense, and your male counterpart seems to be exhausted from the mental energy of ignoring something so potent. So heady.

“That nasty little Annie is going to supervise my cycling class, so I’m going to the pool today! You should come with me; you’ll never believe what she did the other day when I was struggling with my nightgown….”

Kotoe leads your four person group to the elevators, but your nana tells her she likes to walk after breakfast, so you mourn the loss of Midoriya as nonchalantly as possible. A big ego was annoying, and he didn’t need to know that you were dying to see under his pants. Honestly, even just getting to talk alone would be nice. 

“Well, Kotoe, I’ll meet you back at the pool after my nap.”

Your grandmother silently gives you a look that tells you everything you need to know about the pool situation.

Get your swimsuit!

It’s not too hot out that when you take a step the ground pierces your foot with its heat. The sun is shining just enough to cast a warm, soft glow on honeyed skin; it’s making you look too good, you feared. What if Midoriya was a nervous guy? Your ego shoots to the sky as you secure your jewelry and make your way to the pool with your nana.

Midoriya thought he might’ve had you beat, that maybe he’d get the edge in the game you two were playing where you’d feel more flushed than him. He certainly played a good hand, muscles rippling in black swim shorts highlighting his lean body. Freckles dotted his skin, and he felt embarrassed at ogling himself in the mirror.

“Kotoeee! I love your bathing suit; where’d you get the damn thing?!”

Nana runs off quickly, having debriefed you in the elevator that she intended to leave you and Midoriya “to it.” You’d vehemently denied the allegations of something like this happening, but there was a decent chance with how you and him were looking at each other that her suspicions were correct.

Your stuff is set by the chatty old ladies, and Midoriya takes the time to sidle up close to you. Squinting at him, he really does look good up close.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Do you want to swim with me?”

“What are we, five?”

He laughs lightly, shrugging and rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“Well, it’s not like there’s anything else to do! Not here, anyways,” and you feel your cheek twitch with the urge to smile.

He’s… saucy. And maybe you like it, a lot.

“If you say it like that, you can admit that no other girls wanna swim with you,” and he scoffs playfully at you before standing up, “but sure, I’ll hop in for a bit.”

The two of you make your way to the water. Midoriya gets in first, and he extends an arm to help you in like a proper gentleman.

“Are you always this kind?”

“I’m just on my best behavior,” and he grins like a shark.

Water swishes around you two, droplets hiding each other’s best features like a love potion. The grannies are still talking, and there are splashes from other patrons using the facility. Nothing can happen now, even if you want to jump his bones badly.

“I think the class starts soon, the water weights one?”

“What even is that class? What’s the point?”

Midoriya circles like you’re dancing, so you bat your eyes lashes and take a thumb to your lip. It makes him laugh, and you suddenly feel yourself dropping the act.

“No, no, I like it! And it’s, uhm, they lift weights to strengthen their bones! But it’s easier on their joints. My Obaasan also likes getting some fresh air,” he flicks his hair back, and the water rolls down his skin seamlessly, “maybe we could do something on our own.”

Raunchy daydreams smack you in the face; he could fuck you here. He could bend you over the water edge, eat your pussy and make you cream right in the pool chair just feet away! Maybe he’s sucking on your clit, pulling on your nipple, or maybe he’d rock his cock deep into you just because you begged for it!

“Yeah,” his eyes trace the soft edges of your curves, and you feel so high on feeling desired, “where could we go?”

Your question is interrupted with a loud, unfortunate, shrieky exclaim of, “Midoriya!” that shakes both you and the man in question enough to cause ripples in the water. Two heads turn towards the pair of grannies, now suited up in swimsuits that go to their knobby knees, plus bulky goggles.

“Go check for some floaties in the back room, please! I might really need them this time!”

Midoriya doesn’t even make a face but nods in understanding before turning guiltily to you, “...I guess I’ll be right back?”

This seems like a set-up. Back room? For floaties? Midoriya doesn’t seem to have picked up that this is the moment, but you have.

“Well, why don’t I just come with you?”

The grandmothers have gone back to their own personal conversation (gossiping), so you assume it’s okay. Midoriya gives a tentative look to Kotoe, before looking you back in your eyes and nodding. Ah, now he gets it.

You both are giddy as soaking wet bodies slip out of the pool easily and pad like excited puppies down to the deserted storage closet. Midoriya lets you duck in first, flip-flops clacking against the pavement as you flick on the dim lights and wait for the show to begin. Then, the green-haired boy eagerly locks the door and turns to look at you with lustful eyes.

“So!”

“You know, this is extremely typical, right?”

He grows closer as if wanting to slowly overpower you with every step. You remain firm in your pink flip-flops.

“Even if it is typical, I can’t help but feel lucky,” and he oozes attractiveness.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. How often do you get to kiss a pretty girl?”

Maybe it’s the sparkle in his eyes or how he bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“Mmph!—”

The two of you crash into each other, your hands flying to tangle in his unique tresses, and you can almost hear the “SMOOCH!” sound as the two of you have your first heated kiss; breaking the ice-cold layer of tension. The kiss was groundbreaking, earth-shattering, and your foreheads dipped and pressed together as you heaved for breaths.

Your first kiss with him.

It’s practically perfect, and it's ending could be considered admirable because it was so cliche. Someone had called out towards the storage closet, and the two of you ran out of there like the guilty criminals you were. The thrill kept you moving like a wild animal. You loved it; the two of you loved it.

That memory didn’t leave you, not when you parted ways or thought about keeping your lips as they were so you wouldn’t forget that you’d kissed him. Maybe you were too into a fling, a fleeting romance, but having someone you could call yours felt fulfilling. Whatever happened to moving on with life?

No, you’d changed your mind. Who cared about doing career things in an old folks home? You could do that any time, good dick doesn’t always come around.

Adrenaline was still thrumming in your veins as you kept going about your day as if the feeling of his soft lips on yours wasn’t being replayed every ten seconds; it was so perfectly taboo and hot. You wondered if he was thinking the same things, maybe taking a hand and palming his half-chub in his swim shorts because he just couldn’t hold back and wait anymore.

The two of you shared looks for the rest of the swim class as you leisurely tanned your golden skin while Midoriya lounged around (fetching equipment as needed.) His new “job” grew quickly on you, the ability to get an eyeful of strained muscles and bulging thighs that jogged ’round and ’round the pool like a carousel felt like a reward.

Your grandmother draws you close with a hand motion, bony fingers clasped to the ledge as you draw closer, “oh good, you heard me! Could you bring me my bag? I left it in the locker room!”

“Sure thing, I’ll only be a sec!”

Quickly, you head towards the women’s locker room and spot the flowered print pool bag. You snatch it up and make your way back, feet slowing their speed, when you see an unfamiliar face sticking out like a sore thumb.

She was pretty, blonde, with a thin neck that made you envy her allure from where you stood. Not only that, but definitely flirting with a resting Midoriya.

“Here, nana…”

“Thank you! What are you looking at—” your grandmother makes the same frowning expression as you, “oh, right. She’s getting in between you and your future husband, you know! She just waltzed on over like she owned the place, and he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker! Don’t tell Kotoe, but you ought to…”

Her rambling goes muffled and indiscernible, and you feel your hand clench at your side. You stormed over to the spot without even considering the consequences and grinned widely. She gives you a skeptical eye before batting curled lashes towards Midoriya.

“So, what were you saying about working out together?”

Nervous green eyes flick to yours, gauging your level of emotion from the deep recesses of your eyes. Midoriya can’t see anything. In fact, it’s more like you’re looking through him as he sputters his way through an excuse of being “really busy, so maybe we should wait till we make actual plans!”

He was good, and maybe it was the fact he was the first attractive boy you’d seen in the several weeks of being with your grandmother. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been properly fucked in a minute, so you were a loose screw about to make everything fall apart.

‘I see,” and you shrug at him, “we should wait till we make actual plans too! You know, just so we can be sure.”

Then, you prissily walk off, determined to not seem shaken by the seeming turn of events being that IZUKU MIDORIYA was a man-whore, one hundred percent. He just wanted to rile you up, and two could most certainly play at that game. You’d just have to show him what he was missing out on, all because he wasn’t too sure he wanted you. You’d make him sure.

He’d kissed you for god’s sake! You fumed alone in the elevator, grumbling things no one would ever hear.

The plan had worked spectacularly. There was no way Midoriya was actually going to go for the blonde that seemed eager to be alone with him now that the swimming class was over. Sure, he’d smooth-talked her, but it was all for you. He could tell that there was something you were hiding from him in all your shy looks and glossy lips.

“Was that your girlfriend? She looked rude,” Ayaka grinned wildly, “she’s not right?”

“It doesn’t really matter what she is,” and he stands gingerly, all shy and nervous, “I-I have to go now!”

Ayaka tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and her arms push her breasts up obscenely.

“You really gotta go?”

The awkwardness is back, and it seemed that the boy could only be flirty when it came to you. Now, he was a fish out of water flopping around on the deck.

“Yup! I’ll see you later, or whatever!”

He’d finally figured it out, aside from the awkwardness of forcing jealousy within you. You were a brat! He couldn’t wait to see how this developed, the greedy part of him hoping you’d make another move because he wanted to see you again. Badly.

“...Bye!”

You didn’t leave his mind, and he wondered what the two of you could do together. Did you like ice cream? Games? Yeah, sometimes he thought with his dick but other times… Well, you were the exact type of girl he’d love to take out.

He had no idea that as part of your newly created plan… you planned to kiss Hitoshi Shinsou right in front of him.

-

Shinsou was calm, collected, and rarely ever smiled. You hadn’t been lying when you’d said that boys like Midoriya were few and far between, so you’d already recognized potential suitors (meaning you’d told your best friends, in ranked form, the cutest boys at the UA Retirement Home.)

You’d decided Shinsou was one of the cuter ones considering you didn’t see him all the time. His face was pleasant to look at whenever you saw him working his shift, and he was plopped at the desk today with no one around… it seemed like today would be the day.

You and Midoriya hadn’t spoken in two days since you last saw him potentially entertaining the advances of some blonde girl. You weren’t stupid, after the heat of the moment and going over the situation one more time, it was clear. He wanted to tease you, make you feel the fire burning inside you grow hotter and hotter.

“Hey, Shinsou!” 

It was time to get him back in a major way. You push your torso an inch or two across the desk to smile at the purple-haired boy and let your head fall to the side. It was unclear whether or not it was actually having an effect, but you trekked along.

“Morning, what are you doing here?”

He already looks closed off, and you’re hoping he doesn’t hate you by the end of this.

“I just wanted to say hi! A girl can’t just hang out by the front desk?”

“No, actually,” his finger taps a sticker on the glass barrier between you, an obnoxious sticker reading “NO LOITERING” sitting there to mock you, “there is. See?”

…

“Oh! Well, I mean, well,” you look around frantically, the heat of embarrassment crippling you to where you stood.

“Look, if you just tell me, then maybe I can–” and the two of you are yelping as you push past the swinging door that separates Shinsou from other residents, “what the hell?! What are you doing?”

It suddenly feels like a huge mistake, and if you could swallow your anxieties, maybe this would’ve gone over easier. The position you two are in now, it feels warm. Steamy. His eye bags are less prominent when he’s slouched beneath you in his desk chair. Slender legs manspreading, and you could easily settle yourself on top of him if you felt like getting it on from behind the front desk.

“I just wanted… to see what it all looks like from behind here! Very, very nice. Did your boss get you that mug?”

“You need to leave,” and he sighs, but every action is gentle as he takes your arm, “what’s making you act so weird?”

Had anyone else been watching, they would have assumed the two of you were up to pure shenanigans. Midoriya yawns, eyes sleepy from his daytime nap as he trods towards the eating hall to peruse the options.

Midoriya hoped you weren’t genuinely upset about anything. Considering your demeanor and attitude, it seemed like something you would’ve liked, would’ve wanted. Maybe he went too far; it agonized him to think about it.

“Please, Shinsou! Don’t kick me out,” you’re grappling with his limbs, and you try to stand firmly, “you can’t treat a guest like this! I’ll make a scene!”

“You caused the scene!” 

The commotion is growing louder, making the green-haired boy’s head tilt because the voices sound too familiar. His feet turn right, heading towards the hall's entrance, and it’s unmistakable that you had been the feminine voice whining. 

“I know, but I had to do something!”

“Do what?”

Midoriya barely rounds the corner when you bend over, ass sticking up in the air, and plant a firm kiss on Shinsou’s lips. He doesn’t move but lets a soft groan slip as your hands trace the tops of his shoulders.

You’re crazy, he realizes. Just from watching you kiss Shinsou, he assumes he’s probably crazy, too, because it does nothing but make his cock throb. The two of you pull away, and you’re wiping your lips with the back of your hand. He wishes he could spy on what you were saying to him, using all your best tantalizing moves to keep Shinsou in a partial state of shock; you’re taking small steps back past the swinging door and nodding reassuringly.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll see you…?”

“Uh-huh! Bye!”

Midoriya had ducked behind a wall, but your footsteps were growing closer and closer. Then, you’re a blur past him, but he can make out your face. It’s the face of sadism, of one that grins while you walk past him because you know that he knows you have the taste of Shinsou on your tongue and that you’re the one who gave him the bulge in his sweatpants. 

He quickly grabs onto your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes?”

“You know what you’re doing, right? Do you really wanna play this game?”

“What game?”

This will end with him fucking the shit out of you, and you know it. Midoriya feels his heart swell with dominance, pulling you closer so your hand can cup his cock in his shorts. He manually curls your fingers around his length, small puffs of air coming out of him as you submissively run your palm over the salacious hardness under his sweatpants. 

“I like when you touch me like that! Reminds me that even though you might go and kiss other guys….”

His hand brushes against your hip, thumb dipping just under your shorts and panties to feel the forbidden skin you hid from him.

“I just know that under these panties, you’re soaking.”

You feel relief that he doesn’t try to check because you know your hole is dripping and staining your cute pair of panties.

“I…”

Midoriya shushes you, an adorable smile on display as he firmly squeezes your ass cheek. He grunts as you put more pressure on his dick before taking your hand and squeezing it.

“Don’t talk. I just want you to think, cutie,” and he gets impossibly closer.

“Do you really think you’ll win?”

You don’t think you’ll win at all, and that’s the fun in it.

Midoriya sighs, feeling your hand stroke him over the fabric before breathing out and pulling away. He kisses your cheek, pointedly avoiding your lips.

“I’ll see you later.”

You’re left as shocked as Shinsou was.

-

“Have you noticed how often the kids have been hanging out together? I knew it, Kotoe. I knew they’d hit it off,” your grandmother smirks cockily, “where are they now, anyways?”

It had been true that you and Midoriya had been spending as much time as possible together since the Shinsou incident. It’s been a day since anything had happened, but you’d already shown your hand with tight workout shorts that cupped your ass perfectly that afternoon. You’d given your soon-to-be fling an eyeful, bending over with a sway in the hips so he could see the soft, tender flesh jiggle as you sweat all over yourself.

Even just your body seemed obscene, Midoriya couldn’t stop his eyes from tracking your hand towel as it dried in between the valley of your tits (that he wished so badly he could suck on) or when you took a heaving breath while wiping the sweat off from your forehead. Midoriya felt like a pervert; images of painting you in thick ropes of cum kept him hot-blooded.

“Oops, be careful!”

Midoriya wanted to push you, though. To really test your limits as far as teasing went. He’d tried all his best tips and tricks that he knew, but he wanted more. You saw it all, the thumb brushing his lip being the first strike of many. A hand on your thigh that every so often grew so close to your cunt before pulling away and giving you a wry shrug, “I just like having something to hold!”

Things like that.

“You look really good with cream on your face,” he hummed nonchalantly over a cup of hot chocolate.

“Huh?!”

He doesn’t even have the shame to pretend that he didn’t say what he said.

“I said, if you wanted cream on your face so bad, you should’ve just asked me instead.”

He’s even cocky enough to embellish a little. By dinnertime, you can’t stop wondering what his lips would feel like as he ate you like a man starved, slurping at your folds and tonguing you deep because he wanted to give you everything plus more.

Maybe he’d be willing to go a little further! If you could find somewhere private, maybe he’d cave to your soft eyes and alluring words. While your grandmothers choose what to eat at the bar, you’re busying yourself with tugging on Midoriya’s shirt sleeve.

“So…”

“So?”

“Um, do you wanna,” you didn’t start out too strong, but then he’s leaning in a microinch more and licking his lips, “wanna… find somewhere more private?”

The two of you aren’t being very inconspicuous, and your lips are parting for ones that don’t reach yours. A light laugh is heard beside you as your eyes flutter open. You frown.

“Private? Why would we do that?”

“Midoriya. C’mon,” you give a quick look at your surroundings and hope the elderly really are deaf, “we’ve been doing this, but what about a break? You know, I could help with what’s going on with you….”

He’ll give you one thing, you’re trying really hard. You look great, and he’s noticed the infrequent squeezing of your thighs. You’re probably dripping right now, all because he touched you a little and murmured about how much he wants you. 

“Baby,” and he pecks the knuckles of your hands, “it’s just not gonna happen, yet. You can be patient, right?”

Maybe you’ll explode, turn into flames and die of spontaneous combustion. This is torturous. Blasphemous.

“...But I don’t want to wait anymore!”

Then, a firm hand holds your face in his cheeks. Anyone could see you two, but Midoriya has the gall to grab your face and squeeze just a little. You’re mush, and you’re looking at him with starry eyes as he squishes your cheeks.

“Don’t make me have to really punish you,” and while he doesn’t sound threatening, you have half a mind to take him seriously.

Your face is released, and you almost want to grind down in your seat. Adjusting yourself, you pop a tater-tot in your mouth to try and distract yourself from your need. To your utter annoyance, the boy next to you elbows you.

“Besides, you already know that when we do fuck, you'll get everything you want, right? I haven’t forgotten about that kiss, I’m going to prove to you I’m better than him!”

He eats a piece of broccoli like it’s nothing, and you have to fight to hide your grin over your predicament. Midoriya gives you one last look. He fears the feelings inside him. Maybe he likes you like that. He settles to focus on his broccoli.

-

This game the two of you had been playing was getting rough. Time seemed to fly by, and suddenly you were looking at only a couple weeks left to stay with your grandmother. In turn, this meant that after these few weeks… what you and Midoriya had would cease to exist. You tried not to think about it.

Neither of you brought it up, but aside from every sexual advance, it seemed like the elephant in the room followed you wherever you went. Midoriya had started pulling your chair out for you, started to buy you gifts, and you suspected his soft touches were his biggest tell. Midoriya didn’t seem like the type to fight feelings, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

Not because you didn’t like him, of course. You just didn’t know how to feel because you couldn’t fight these feelings if you tried.

“Do you wanna call me Izuku?”

“Huh?! Well, well, are you sure?”

“Yeah! We’re, um, we’re close, you know? So I don’t mind! I’d prefer it, coming from you,” it’s funny because the two of you are physically close too, essentially cuddling.

After familiarizing yourself with the entire facility, the two of you managed to find the ideal spots to hang out for some alone time! It was like walking a tightrope, was it going to be you who fell first when you sidled up real close to him? Or was it going to be him when he reached an arm around to comfortably hug your shoulder?

“Well, that does make sense! Okay, Izuku,” you wiggle your shoulders and say it so sweetly that he almost kisses you, “I like it! It suits you, at least when I’m saying it.”

You ham it up, stroking his cheek and murmuring his name like you’re a cheesy romance movie lead. He’s giggling as your hand brushes his sides to tickle him.

“Hey, come on! I told you something personal and now you’re going to tickle me?!”

“Of course I am! Don’t you know who I am?!”

It’s a blur, Izuku’s laughing and you’re telling him about the “tickle monster” that’d just appeared. Once coming down from the gusto of play fighting, something’s changed.

The two of you are stunned when you realize what has happened. Maybe it was Izuku’s fault for flying backwards or yours for following him diligently with wandering hands. The two of you seem to just fit, hips slotted against his own as you look down at him. You’d landed nearly perfectly in his lap, bated breath as both of you took in what it all meant.

“Oh, I know who you are.”

It’s tense.

“The tickle monster is going away, but you better be careful,” you say in a near whisper.

…It’s so tense.

“What do I have to be scared of? You’re just a brat.”

Your heart is beating, and this is too considering you’re chest to chest. Every touch, laugh, and first kiss replays in your memory like a flashback. The smell of anticipation hangs in the air, and you smile because this is finally it.

And he beats you to the chase, lips puckered as he finally kisses you with the passion of the first one after leaving you wanting for too long. He tastes like peppermint, and it’s so hot. Gasping breaths are taken; hormones at an all-time high because you can’t get enough of him now that you know he’s yours.

“Fuck,” he pants, “we can’t do it here.”

You’re still trying to mouth at his jaw, desperate to continue planting heated bursts of love across every inch of his skin. His hands come to your waist, and you’re frowning cutely as if your favorite toy was taken.

“If we’re quiet, no one’s even gonna come….”

Izuku’s nervous. He’s been waiting for so long. Hell, he has the most beautiful girl sitting pretty in his lap, eager to get naked, and yet he’s still hesitating. Your manicured nail tilts his head away from the double doors and back to your panting face.

“We don’t have to,” you say calmly, but you suddenly feel so vulnerable.

Suddenly Izuku realizes you’re about to slip from his grasp like melted butter. It all makes sense. 

“No. I’ll fuck you here! We just…need to be quiet, okay?”

“Okay!”

Both mouths go back to sliding against each other, and your teeth tug his lip just so see the redness bloom under the thin skin. All you can hear are the slick sounds of the two of you making out, and your hips start tilting into Izuku’s bulge before you can try to contain yourself.

“We should…” he seems to contemplate your position, “hm. Get on your back, baby.”

Honestly, the couch isn’t the greatest. The narrowness makes you nervous, but the strong arm that nearly lifts you onto your back gives you starry eyes; you can’t complain. One of Izuku’s legs supports him from the floor and for some reason, it all feels so intimate. The way you offer a shy smile and how he pecks your nose so sweetly you almost don’t hear it.

He holds himself up above you, and you can actually see his freckles up close now. He has so many, and each one is wonderful.

Then, his head dives down into the curve of your neck with the swiftness of a cheetah. His teeth graze your pulse point, your back arching and breath hitching as he suckles until a tender purple bruise appears.

“Izuku!”

His cock throbs at how you moan his name.

“Shh! I don’t want to have to keep you quiet, right? Ah…”

His hips grind into yours easily with a fervor that only comes from days of teasing and sexual repression. 

“Want you to take off my shirt, ‘zuku,” you mumble weakly, arms already winding around his neck for support as he dry humps you like a fuckdoll.

“Mhm, I will, I will! Just wanna feel you for a second; you’re so fucking warm.”

You’re soaking through your panties. He’s found a good angle, the two of you whimpering together as he mimics fucking you deep and slow. If he was inside you, you’re sure he’d be balls deep with your legs over his shoulders.

But there was no time, and you’re bringing him back to your lips with a twist. If you didn’t reign him in, you were sure the two of you would cum in your pants, and that wasn’t enough. His hand is brought to your chest, squeezing over the fabric so you can squeal in between his tongue that licks into your mouth.

“Play with my tits, only wanna feel you on me,” you can’t even stop talking when his hand travels under your soft cardigan to tug the cups of your bra down, “want you to be the only one that touches me like this.”

He’s transfixed, rough palm skirting over your nipple in a way that makes you shudder.

“You’re so sensitive…”

Your leg is pushed to the floor as Midoriya flips your skirt up.

“I knew it. You’re soaking from me. You’re telling me all these things, but,” and your chest is spilling out from your bra cups as he fully exposes you, “I knew I was yours the minute I saw you.”

If you weren’t in the process of tugging the boy’s mouth closer to your tit, you might’ve picked up on the near-love confession he’d murmured into the fat of your breasts. It’s so heady, so exhilarating knowing someone could walk in on your sticky thighs spread while Izuku gropes your chest.

“Mmph, Izuku! I need more.”

“I know, and we need to hurry this along too…”

It’s a regret he’s forced to pull away from your upper half. Markings dot areas all over your chest and he shudders with empathetic pleasure, knowing you’ll be walking around with skin he defiled is so deeply arousing. You’ll walk around after he stretches you with his pulsing cock, dragging you back onto him like you were made for it. No one would know a thing, and it makes Midoriya tug his belt off with a sense of urgency.

You watch carefully as his thick fingers make quick work on his belt. You can’t help yourself from letting a wandering hand stroke your soaked pussy, adding the slightest amount of pressure on your clit with slow, deliberate circles. His eyes catch yours and then your trembling hand. You feel caught, hand pausing while you turn cherry red.

“No, no. Why’d you stop? Keep going.”

He unbuttons his jeans, but his hands go to palm himself instead of sliding the zipper down like you want.

“Izuku?”

“Get yourself all wet for me, pretty. I wanna see how you touch yourself.”

It’s maybe one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and it’s even more attractive when a strong hand drags your hand down to your swollen cunt.

“Are you that bad at being good? You heard me.”

His voice has the same bite it always does. Friendly but in no doubt in charge. Your body temperature rises, and it’s almost embarrassing to get yourself off knowing he’s watching you like a hawk.

He even laughs when your hips jolt, “you can rub harder than that.”

“Why don’t you try?!”

The words don’t come out half as strong as you’d like. Rather, you sound pathetic because his groans are spurring your fingers to pull your panties to the side and actually touch yourself for real. The tips of your fingers are slick, and lewd sounds are echoing as you pump a finger into your gummy walls.

“I’m sure you’re just as good. I mean, you had every day to practice! Shit,” he sighs and dips a hand under his jeans, “wish I had time to use my mouth on you. I bet you taste so good, too.”

You spread your lips to expose your dripping hole, clenching around nothing and leaving a syrupy trail of wetness on your fingers. Izuku trembles, hand gripping the base of his cock as you nearly weep for him.

“I want you to fill me, Izuku. My fingers aren’t enough; I need you here,” and you lay a hand on your lower stomach, “wanna feel you here.”

After begging so cutely and winding yourself up so much that you’re nearly grinding onto the couch cushion, you hope it works. You even move to cup your breast for good measure.

“Don’t you wanna see how good I’d squeeze you?”

It hangs in the air for a moment before Midoriya nods hastily.

“Okay. Yes, okay!”

He digs through his wallet, pulling out a foil square and pushing his boxers down to alleviate the pressure bearing down at him. Sharp teeth rip the foil apart while you take mental notes on the boy before you.

It’s certainly not a disappointment! The mushroom head leaks precum like a fountain. Beading at the slit and eventually bubbling over, it’s so enticing that you’re willing to take him into your mouth just for one second.

Instead, you grab the condom with your hand, and both of you work together to roll it on. He hisses at the contact of your hand gripping his so you can’t help but give a tug just to hear him gasp.

“You’ll make me cum if you do that! Don’t,” he chuckles, swatting your hand away.

“Are you even gonna last more than a minute?”

“Will you?”

The two of you giggle as you maneuver yourself, spreading slick thighs and Izuku splaying your lower half against his. He hisses when his cock slides through your dripping folds, “I’m gonna love this pussy.”

“C’mon,” you whine impatiently, “you’re being unfair–”

He’d had enough of your needy voice, and Izuku could feel all his self-control melt away like snow. First, he pushes the tip in just to keep you quiet (and it works, just as he imagined.) 

“Ngh! Ah, wait! Wait, wait…” you’re suddenly about to topple off the edge of pure pleasure if not for Izuku holding your hand in his.

“I-I can’t! Baby, I need to be inside you. You can take it, right?”

He’s pushing his thick dick further in you, and your breath skips in your throat because he’s stretching you so good and making such sinful noises.

“There ‘ya go! There… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Izuku has to force himself to think of other things, to not think of your drooling pussy taking him in like he belonged there. To not think of how you kept wiggling for more; you couldn’t get enough of feeling him hit that spongy spot that felt so good inside you. He hasn’t even started thrusting yet, just huffing expletives in your ear as he forces himself to not shoot his load too early.

You already look fucked out, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky for you. You’re looking at him like you love him, and he snaps his hips forward so hard you jerk upwards against the cushions. Soft hands fly to cover your mouth, and you look so pathetic trying to keep quiet as he carves a space inside you for him and only him.

  Quiet little “ah, ah, ah!” come out of you in bursts, utterly helpless to the fact that you must stay silent while Izuku pounds you into the worn couch of your grandmother’s retirement home. It’s debauched. It’s so fucking hot.

“I’ve wanted you since the beginning, hah. I was waiting for the right time,” he rambles, but his gaze is stuck on the way he slides way deep into you just to feel his heaviness drag against your folds till it’s just the tip. Again and again, and he’s nearly salivating with the froth you cream on his base, “and you look so pretty and I wanna do more, I–”

You realize he needs to shut up while trying to regain your own bearings. You’re still being vigorously fucked, and you can hardly get a word in with how he punches his cock just deep enough the graze your womb.

It makes you cry out because it hurts so fucking good, and Midoriya is quick shush you like a baby.

“Izu–oh, fuck! Izuku! Izu,” your hand cups his cheek to bring his lips against yours, effectively keeping him quiet.

The natural body weight of Izuku’s body excites your nerves so much that you feel on fire.

“‘M not gonna last long,” he gives a stuttering whisper and sneaks a hand between your bodies, balls slapping lewdly against your ass as he drills into you, “wanna get you off though, hm? Gotta make my pretty girl cum, right?”

He has no idea if he’s just muttering bullshit at this point, but it seems to work considering your increase in volume (something he can’t be bothered to fix.) Izuku wipes his hand on his shirt and rubs slow, small circles on your clit. It’s so methodical. It’s so targeted that you clench harder and harder.

“‘M gonna cum–gonna cream all over you,” your folds flutter so enticingly around him.

“You’re such a good girl, ngh! Cum around my cock; you deserve it..!”

You cum with a wail, no doubt soaking Izuku as he hunkers down onto you and grinds messily into you.

“W-Wish I could fill you up!! You’re so–so perfect.”

“Cum with me, ‘zuku,” you whisper as you comb your fingers through the sweaty hair stuck to his forehead.

Izuku muffles his groan into the crook of your neck, spilling his load in the rubber and sighing as the euphoria washes over him. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, and you cringe at how the back of your shirt is stuck with sweat from your unexpected tryst. The boy on top of you can barely hold himself up, shaky hands tugging the condom off and tucking himself back into his jeans.

“Oh no!”

There’s a clear wet spot on his jeans, no doubt from barely undressing and thus spilling remnants of your cum together. Part of you wishes you could lick it off, and you have to shut your legs to keep your oversensitive clit from throbbing.

“Oh! That’s… okay. Um, is there a trash can near?...”

It makes you want to laugh at how he looks so boyish now in the post-coital glow. Adjusting your panties, after much deliberation of taking them off since they were soaked, you sit back and rest a hand on Izuku’s knee.

“I think there’s one right outside the main exit,” and then you’re leaning forward to kiss his nose, “...do you wanna go on a date?”

“You can’t say that while I’m still holding the condom that I just fucked you with!”

The two of you laugh before he softly kisses your shiny lips, “but okay.”

By next summer, your grandmothers are wondering how many kids the two of you will have.

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Pairing: Boyfriend! Jay x Female! Reader

Genre: Fluffy smut

Warnings: ⚠️MDNI⚠️ Cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yo!), very slight breeding kink, mentions of multiple rounds. Let me know if I miss anything!

Tagging: @hello-stranger24 @tfwheeseung

A/N: omg my very first smut asdfgjkl I hope you guys still like this!

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

While it was summer, it has been raining quite a lot. So it was probably why tonight was pretty cold.

However that wasn’t a problem for you and your lovely boyfriend.

You two always knew how to warm each other up.

Wether it be from sweet hugs and kisses that warm your hearts, to the rough sex or caring love making you guys do that warm up your physical bodies.

Tonight Jay came home from a particularly tiring day, nothing really happened, his scheduled was just packed and it wore him out quite a bit. He really couldn’t just wait to be back home and with you.

Once he did make it home, you lovingly greeted him with a hug and the dinner you cooked up for him. You both enjoyed the meal and talked about anything and everything.

However you noticed how tired your boyfriend was so when dinner was over, you took his hand and silently led him to the bedroom to treat him right.

You undressed him and yourself and the both of you understood where this was going.

Now here you were straddling him with his length still deep inside of you just silently catching your breaths. He was lovingly playing with your fingers when he finally broke the silence.

“I love you so much.” He said.

“Hmm? So sudden?”

“Oh? I can’t tell you how much I love you?” He said smirking and you just rolled your eyes with a smile. He then held you carefully as he adjusted your positions to be able to sit up against the headboard.

“You okay baby?” He asked and checked up on you as you hissed when he did that.

“Oh I’m fine darling. Just a little sensitive.” You replied as you moved carefully to be even closer to him.

Jay then smiled and nodded, relieved as he didn’t do anything to hurt you. He then reached over to grab his robe that was nearby and put it on you.

The silent loving act causing every fiber of your being to warm up again.

With that you held his face gently and leaned in and kissed him softly and passionately.

“I love you too.” You mumbled into the kiss.

He replied with a hum as he held onto you tighter. Kissing back with just as much passion.

Soon enough the kiss got more heated, both of your tongues now fighting for dominance. However you eventually just let Jay win.

“Jay..” You mumbled as you felt his cock hardening once again.

“You always make me feel so good.” He groaned softly.

“Anything for you.”

You then wrap your arms around him, wanting to be as close as possible to the love of your life as you start to rock your hips against his again. This caused you both to moan into each others mouths.

“Fuck..” He groaned under his breath, causing your cunt to get even wetter than it already was.

He then gripped your ass firmly as he rocked your hips slightly faster. Your moans were gradually getting louder as Jay’s cock started hitting the right places all over again.

“Fuck Jay. Just like that..!” You moaned pulling away from the kiss. You then laid your head on his shoulder, softly sucking on his neck.

This action caused him to groan even louder. He then let out a moan when he felt you clenching on him.

“God baby you feel so fucking good!” He moaned. “Will you take my cum again baby? Hmm?”

“Yes of course. Fuck! God Jay I love your cock. Mm please fill me again?” You pleaded as you pulled away to look into his eyes.

While you both have discussed about children and agreed it’d be better to have them later on in life, you can’t deny that if you were to ever get pregnant now, you two would be fine. And that always brought the both of you great comfort.

“Anything for you.”

In slight desperation the both of you started speeding up your movements. While wanting to savor this moment you both were getting tired. Soon you could feel how Jays cock started to twitch and you knew he was close again. You weren’t that far behind him either.

Jay then pulled you into another kiss, desperate to feel your lips on his.

“Baby cum with me please? Please.” He pleaded against your lips. That was all you needed.

Moaning into the kiss you both had your releases at the same time.

You both continued to rock your hips softly before slowly coming to a stop once your highs were over.

Pulling away from the kiss, you laid your forehead on his trying to catch your breath, silently enjoying the way his soft pants fanned your face.

You then gave him one last kiss before nuzzling into the crook of his neck, letting him do the same.

The both of you continued to sit like this in silence for who knows how long.

No words were really needed for a situation like this.

Jay then pulled away slightly to reach over and give you a bottle of water thats always prepared on the nightstand. You always had a tendency to forget to drink, plus its always convenient for aftercare.

After you drank what you needed, and him drinking some as well after you told him to, he slowly laid himself back down and made you lay down on top of him.

“Let’s just sleep like this okay?”

“Of course love.” You replied and looked up at him.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too honey.”

“Thank you.” He suddenly said.

“Hmm? For what?”

“Being here. Being with me. Loving me. Just.. everything.”

“You don’t need to be thanking me for that love.”

“But I want to. I’m just.. very grateful.” He explained as he drew soft circles on your back.

“I am too. So thank you baby.” You said as you kissed his chest where his heart should be.

“Anything for you.”

“Huh we say that a lot don’t we?” You giggled.

“Yeah.. I guess we do. Are you complaining though?”

“Of course not. Now go to sleep Jay. You must be exhausted.”

“Alright alright. Anythi-“

“Oh hush!”

He could only laugh before he closed his eyes, held you tighter and almost immediately passed out.

You chuckled softly at your oh so silly boyfriend. Then before you followed him off into dream land, you had a simple last thought,

“I love you so much my dork. Sleep well.”

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

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[mi6ato]

Be Quiet

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, dry-humping, pet naming, nipple play, nipple sucking, profanity

Synopsis: After not being able to spend much time with Aki, he decides to make it up to you in the bathroom at work??

“Mmph-just like that Aki” , you mewl as he caresses your bare thighs and plants deep kisses on your upper neck, traveling all the way down to your collarbone. The warmth of his tongue licking you up and down makes you twitch in immense pleasure, the exhilaration coursing through your veins. 

“Yeah, how about I shove my cock inside you next princess”, Aki coos, reaching his hands to unbutton your dress shirt. “Ready to fuck you up so fast, so fast because of me” 

You tended to forget how horny Aki became sometimes, since he usually stayed composed and stoic until he got home. But this time, he was desperate for you, so desperate that his dick was aching non-stop at work because of how badly he wanted to fuck you. You knew that by the way he was texting you during work hours that he wanted to see you, to feel you, to tell you again how much he loves you. 

I wanna see you, my cock’s hard as shit. 

And what do you want me to do about it?

Fuck me.

We’re at work if you didn’t realize, just go and take care of it yourself…

Why can’t you join me? I haven’t seen you in so fucking long, I want you to take care of it baby. And don’t worry, I’ve found a place where we won’t be disturbed. 

Fine. 

“Are you sure about this, won’t people hear us?” , you remark, folding your lips in utter nervousness since you’d never done this and never planned on it either. You and Aki were in a single cubicle that apparently no one would find unless they decided to root around the entire public safety building. 

You weren’t so keen on it at first, and attempted to persuade him out of it, but Aki implored you to go along with his definitive scheme. To be quite frank, you missed him too, and trying something new didn't seem so bad in theory. 

“Of course I’m sure, I’ve checked and rechecked the premises and I haven’t seen anyone. Now please”, Aki unclips your laced bra and drops it to the floor “Let me fuck you.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. You seize his face and lock your lips onto his, softly at first but intensifying it ever so lightly that he groans for more. Your tongue enters his mouth and whirls around, you could practically taste the cigarette and peppermint. That sweet, familiar flavor made you writhe in delight, it was to die for. 

You really did miss Aki after not being able to properly spend time with him after a couple weeks or so. Work had been so busy for the both of you and even if you did make plans, one of you would opt out since you had extra errands to run. Now though, you could savor every moment you had with him, making him feel so good that he'd plead for more. 

As you continue to kiss him with insistence, Aki’s hands race up to your breasts and begin to fondle them. He goes at it gently, making sure he feels each intricate part of your chest. Aki adores how silky yet intoxicating your skin feels, in stark contrast with his rough, bony hands. He almost feels guilty for touching you but your face gives it away a bit too much, you’re really enjoying the way he’s feeling you up. 

He kneads your tits like dough, varying his speeds so you feel the right amount of pleasure. Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow. You draw away from Aki, saliva trailing between both of you. He licks his lips clean, a smug grin forming on his face, making you blush a bit. Sitting on his lap, you can see Aki pent up in concentration but also, his eyes fill to the brim with desire. 

“A-ah, feels so good Aki, give me more”, you whine, tugging at his top-knot so that he looks at you instead of your bust. 

“Like”, Aki lets out a half-exhale, half-groan, “this?”.

His fingers move to your nipples, stroking circular motions, so much so that he sees them hardening within his touch. 

“J-just like that, oh fuck” you already felt yourself dripping down below as he proceeds to flick your buds from side to side, burrowing his head in between your racks. 

Aki nuzzles within you like a kitten and inhales your scent, a touch of rose combined with musky vanilla. If a flower were to bloom in heaven, then it would smell like you, Aki thought to himself. He cherishes moments like these where you allow him to seek comfort in your touch, like a new-born yearns to reside with their mother. Even if you and him were committing such obscene acts in a highly unhygienic place, one thing you both knew was that you’d still embrace the time you had together to the maximum. 

“Y’smell so nice, I could stay like this forever”, you hear Aki muffle in slow breaths. 

You chuckle, eliciting small whimpers as he begins to succulently graze you with small licks, fingers pressing deeper into your nipples. 

These ever so diminutive movements have you tipping your head back, heaving for more air. His smooth yet sultry tone is music to your ears, he sounds so fucking sexy when he’s ravenous for you, frantic to strip off your clothes and fuck you immediately, but you comprehend that presently, he’s chosen to take it easy and wait for just the right moment. The moment where you’re such a wet, tangled mess, that you’d urge Aki to fill you up with his creamy juices. 

“A-ah, feels amazing, God you’re amazing Aki”, you groan, hands gripping the back of his head for extra support as you straddle his lap. You rock your hips forwards and backwards, maintaining the rhythm with ease. Quickening your tempo, you could feel Aki’s growing erection poking beneath you. 

He felt huge underneath, pulverizing your dampening underwear. You figure that provoking him a bit more, making him just that more aroused, would magnify the already lustful atmosphere. Grinding into his crotch harder, practically feeling his throbbing cock pushing up your pussy, you pull Aki’s face away from your breasts and whisper into his ear,

“I need you Aki, need you so bad. I want you inside of me, please.”

Your tender voice woven with salacity, doe eyes fluttering at him unearthing sincere urgency, Aki can’t hold back anymore, not with his dick twitching in his pants, begging to pound you.

“Take your skirt and panties off sweetheart.”, Aki states, his voice hitting a rich yet sultry intonation. 

You comply immediately, slyly gleaming at him since he was completely unaware of what you were going to do or matter of fact show next. Propping yourself up from him, you turn around and begin to unzip your pencil skirt, not too slow or too fast. As you roll down your skirt, you bend over ever so slightly, but enough so that your ass is pervading Aki’s entire periphery. 

“Do you like it? I picked it out especially for you baby”, turning your head so you could witness how your lover would react to your satin, crimson thong. 

"F-fuck, you’re so perfect, God”, Aki winces, his eyes locked into your sumptuous figure. Perfect doesn’t cut it though. He’s too engrossed in the moment to even spew out how he truly feels about how divine you look. Voluptuous ass curving out as you arch your back, ready to be man-handled. Your tits, which were hard as pebbles, hanging out freely. Yeah, they weren't exactly big, but Aki is infatuated by how he's able to cup them in his palms, doing whatever the hell he pleases so that in return, you're wailing out in arousal. Most of all, and most importantly, he adores your face, the radiating complexion lighting his mood up even on the melancholy, mundane days.  

Your smile widens, “I’m glad you like it, say… why don’t you help me take these o-”, your words cease as you hear Aki get up and feel his calloused hands rip your underwear off. 

“Hands on the door, and try not to be too loud, angel.” , Aki asserts while removing his blazer and unzipping his slim trouser. 

You didn’t know what to expect next. Enthralling as it is, you’re well aware that after you and Aki are done with this “business”, you won’t be walking out the bathroom steadily. Not in the slightest.

Once you place your hands on the antiquated door which could break any minute, Aki’s deft fingers begin working into your ass-cheeks, squeezing outwards, inwards, sidewards. 

“Feel s’good, fuck Aki.” God, you perceived how skilled he was the first time you met, particularly when you and him committed such indecent acts but wow, you didn’t know he was that good at massaging you in the best spots, especially from behind. 

Aki spreads your cheeks, spitting a glob of saliva on his right hand, the other gripping your back to preserve balance. He’s inserting his index finger into your gaping hole, plunging it in and out, swirling around your insides.

Bursting in shock and elation, you whimper “S-shit, go faster Aki, this isn’t enough.”

“Anything for you baby”, Aki tilts his head as he quickens his momentum, adding his middle finger, then lastly ring finger in you. Fingers propelling in and out of you, your breathing becomes erratic, lungs slowly constricting from the sheer pressure building down there. 

"F-fuck, Just put your dick in, goddammit", you cry out relentlessly, tears welling up in your eyelids. 

"O-okay, but I'm gonna go rough. So be warned angel, I really don't want to hurt you." Aki's intonation is soft, comforting and most of all, genuine. He loves you, loves you so much that even if he has the most selfish desires, he'd always put you first, no matter what. That earnestness is what made you fall for the 6"3 devil hunter. And you wouldn't change it for the world. 

"You've prepped me so much already baby, I think I'm ready to take it. I'm ready to take all of you now." 

Aki lets go of you, pulling down his trousers, then along his boxers drenched with pre-cum. Holding onto your hips, he aligns his fully erect cock with your asshole and before you know it, he's suddenly in, hammering his member into you. 

"O-oh fuck you're so good, so fucking good baby." Aki whines, gritting his teeth as he rams deeper into you. This wasn't the first time you had anal sex, but it fucking certainly felt like it. 

He's set out at a harrowing pace, continuously hitting you in spots you didn't even know existed, let alone make you moan out in undiluted bliss. You love it, love it a bit too much that you crave for more. So much more.

"H-harder Aki, harder", you reiterate, making sure he hears your request as the only sounds inherent in the air were yours and his collective groans. 

And he does. He doesn’t respond, but you sure as hell knew he listened to your pleas as his hands clench your hips tighter, rutting his pulsating shaft further into you. Aki’s thrusts are voracious, he’s been longing to hear those cries of pleasure escaping your plush lips, seeing your body convulse because of him, and only him. He's at his tipping point now, gritting his teeth as he reaches his climax, desperate to pump his cream in you. Aki did fantasize about this all day though. 

“I-I’m gonna…gonna cum, take all of it baby, fuckk.”

Aki’s juices pour into you, making you squirm in delight. You didn't mean to be this filthy but God, it was amazing that you could feel the raw sensation of his cock twisting internally, thick cum filling you up to the rim. He pulls out, exhaling harshly, as if he hasn’t retained breathing for months. 

“Such a good princess, for taking me in like that, I just wish we could do more together, but work has us both fucked up.”  

Your mind is hazy, body sore as hell from the way Aki pounded into you. At the same time, euphoria seethes in your blood, his tantalizing words resonating deep within you. Work was a pain in the ass, but surely that couldn't stop you and Aki doing what you wanted altogether.

Regaining posture, you turn around to face him. Beads of sweat were trickling down his face, his shirt clinging firmly to his chiseled build. Looking downwards, your pupils expand in awe. 

Aki’s creamy pale dick, tinged with a hint of scarlet and dripping with cum, greets your vision. Still sprung up in the same position as it was before he blew your back out, you’re met with an untimely decision. 

“Want me to grant your wish?" 

#aki smut #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa smut #csm #csm smut #chainsawman #chainsaw man smut #aki x you #imagine #denji #power csm #aki x f!reader #aki x reader #smut #csm fanfic

[dearsnow]

WON’T STOP RUNNING (‘TIL WE REACH THE SUN)

- it’s just you, your best friend, the sunset, and a heap of buried feelings in a big grass field. (jacaerys velaryon x gn!reader, modern au, fluff)

word count: 808

a/n - a fic for a fandom i’m not hyperfixated on anymore 🤯 it’s a bit rushed and not proofread, but i hope someone can get some enjoyment out of it anyways 😭 somewhat based on woodland by the paper kites

You smile, squinting at the pink and yellow sky. Jacaerys is in front of you, hair set alight by the dying sun and a sparkle in both of his eyes. “Come on, don’t waste the moment!” He shouts, urging you forward.

The grass field around you is large and slightly slanted. Wild grasses cover the expanse, tall and blowing in the breeze. It’s nearing the end of spring, but the flowers and weeds are still in full bloom. As you move forward, legs picking up speed and wind whipping around your face, the stalks and leaves around your feet brush against your ankles.

Jacaerys is leading, running so fast you think he would be flying if he wasn’t firmly stuck to the ground. You, of course, like always, follow.

It’s been four years since you met the boy in your 7th grade chemistry class, but it feels like a lifetime has passed since. You were fourteen and awkward, and in all honesty, so was he. 

He seemed like the coolest person in the world; he had money, friends, these glasses with thick frames that were just beaten-up enough to be “stylish”. His hair was parted to the side, he had a little bit of acne, and his front tooth was twisted. Despite that, despite everything, no person could deny that he had a certain charm- you least of all. When he was seated next to you, your heart began to pound in your chest.

You also had an awkward phase. Multiple, if you really wanted to dig into it, but he stayed by your side the whole time. You just clicked like that, in a way neither he nor you had ever clicked before. 

He’s changed a lot since then. He discarded his glasses for contacts, though he still keeps a pair of thin frames tucked inside his backpack, he has a nicer, longer haircut, and his mom forced him into braces the year after you met him. You will always see him as younger, though, and the redness around his cheeks and forehead will never let him forget it.

“I’m coming, slow down!” You pant, stumbling over your own feet. “You’ve been insufferable since joining track.”

“And yet you suffer me.” He jokes, turning around to walk backwards. “Wrestling just wasn’t enough.” He’s strong now, something you so often forget. Gone are the days of being able to beat him in an arm wrestling competition.

The sun shines over him. He looks ethereal in the light; it makes you want to push him over to make him stop being the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life. So, like a best friend would, you do.

He grabs onto your hand at the last moment, but the damage is done. He falls backwards, landing on a soft plush of grass. In a moment, you feel a tug on your arm and see the world spinning out of view. You fall on top of him, laughing so hard you think your lungs might explode. He’s got a grin on his face as you roll to the side.

“Getting violent, huh?” He laughs. “And here I was, thinking that you loved me too much to try and kill me.”

“Oh, I love you, sure. That’s why I always want to kill you.” You stare up at the sky while he stares at you. “It’s like when you see a cute baby animal and just want to squeeze it.”

He squints his eyes. He’s always been able to see under your words, getting through the cracks in your voice like he was meant to know something deeper. But, like the gentleman he is, he’ll never call you out on something that he wasn’t supposed to know. He’ll savor the moment for now. The comfort of knowing you love him in one way or another, just like how he loves you, is a quiet reassurance. 

“That’s sweet.” He scoffs. He gets up slowly, looking down at you still enveloped in the grass. His hand reaches out, offering an easy trip up for you. Your heart starts beating wildly at the idea of his palms touching yours, as if you’ve never touched him before. Of course, though, he has a trick up his sleeve.

He pulls you up and spins you around, causing you to trip on the side of his foot. Your footsteps stutter and he takes off, sprinting down the field while you’re still trying to regain your balance. 

“No fair! God, fuck you.” Your eyebrows are furrowed as your voice rings out, but the sound of his panting laughter puts a smile on your face. 

“You better catch up, ‘cuz I’m not stopping ‘til I reach the sun!” He calls. 

You roll your eyes as you chase after him, the sun sinking lower and lower on the horizon.

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#solar eclipse. #house of the dragon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #hotd x reader #hotd fic #hotd #jacaerys strong #jacaerys imagine #jacaerys fluff #jacaerys x you #prince jacaerys #jacaerys targaryen #hotd jacaerys #jacaerys fic #hotd fanfic

[rainebelowzero]

Taking Kurt to run errands with you but he has a cock cage and a vibrating butt plug

Reader pretending nothing is happening while Kurt is whispering/begging reader to lower the vibration. After a couple errands reader takes Kurt into a bathroom stall and breeds him and praising him on how well he's doing

This is a little bit short and I'm sorry it took so long 😵‍💫 I'm going on an 8 hour bus ride on Sunday, so I should get more requests out before and during that. If I don't, I give you all full permission to yell at me in my ask box

Also, I didn't really know how to fit the cage into this because I'm not exactly familiar with how they work, I hope just the plug is okay 😭

cws: sort of public sex, praise, begging

"Do you think we need milk?" You ask, turning towards Kurt. He holds onto your arm tightly, his face buried in your shoulder. He releases a muffled whine, and you shrug, putting it back.

He lifts his head, glancing around the empty aisle before leaning against you again. You chuckle and wrap an arm around him, reaching into your pocket with your other hand and turning the vibrating plug inside of him up to the highest level as you walk down the aisle, looking for other things on your list.

Kurt's grip on your arm gets tighter, and he whimpers, lightly trying to grind against you.

"P-please, turn it down, I–I can't.." He whines into your ear quietly. You look at his flushed face and gently stroke his hair.

"Just a little longer, we're almost done here." You respond.

He sighs shakily, leaning most of his weight onto you. You walk around the store, checking different items off of your list while Kurt clings to you, occasionally letting out small whines and pleads for you to turn it down.

"Is he okay?" A woman asks, walking past you as you look into a freezer. You glance towards Kurt again.

He's leaning fully onto you, shaking softly with his face hidden between your neck and shoulder. He tries to quiet the small breathy whines coming out of him. You smile at the woman and nod.

"Yeah, he's fine!" You reply cheerily, Kurt nodding in agreement without looking up. The woman smiles back, still looking slightly concerned before muttering a quiet, "Alright," and leaving.

You reach back and pat Kurt on the shoulder.

"I think it's time to reward you for being so good." You say. His face flushes and he nods again, burying his face even further into your shoulder.

You glance around and then spot the bathrooms. You wrap a hand around Kurt's arm gently and pull him over there, leaving the cart outside.

You push Kurt into one of the stalls, locking it and pushing him against the door. He kisses you desperately, hands gripping your shirt for dear life. You hold onto his waist, pulling him closer to you. You pull away, kissing at his neck while he pants heavily.

"Please..f-fuck me, I've been so–so good.." He begs quietly. You undo his belt for him before turning him around and shoving his pants down far enough to expose his ass to you.

One of your hands holds onto his hips while the other goes down to the plug inside of him. You press on it lightly, drawing a whine out of Kurt. He pushes back against you, biting down on his lip. You pull the plug out and push it back in slowly as Kurt's hole clenches around it.

You lower your own pants, enough to take your cock out as you pull the plug out of him, and press it against his ass. You start slow, thrusting into him softly and savoring the needy sounds he makes.

He pushes back, trying to meet your thrusts and get you to go further into him. Breathy moans fall from his lips, trying to be quiet but barely being able to control himself. You lean into him, kissing him on the neck and speeding up your pace.

"You're so good for me, you know that? Such a good boy." You say into his ear, groaning at the feeling of him clenching down on you as soon as the words leave your mouth.

At one particularly rough thrust, Kurt lets out a loud whine. You snake your hand up to cover his mouth and then repeatedly thrust into that same spot. He fully lets himself moan and whine into your hand as you fuck him, squeezing his eyes shut.

Kurt reaches back and grabs onto your arm while your hand is on his hip. You thrust one more time, cumming as deep as you can inside of him. You grind your hips against his lazily, and he whines weakly into your palm. His legs are basically jelly, and he's mostly relying on your grip and the stall door to keep him up right.

You pull out, and then press the plug back in to keep your cum from dripping out.

"Thank you…" He breathes out quietly. You wrap your arms around him from behind to keep him from falling and press a kiss to his temple. Eventually he's able to stand on his own, and he pulls his jeans back up, but you keep an arm around him. He leans into your body, face still slightly red. You make half an effort to fix his hair and both of your clothes before the two of you leave the bathroom.

#kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle x reader #dom male reader

[blueicequeen19]

Nothing to Lose

Warnings: just angst, fighting, and violence.

I might make this a series 🫠

The two of you make your way over to his red and white dirt bike as you tighten the straps of his backpack that you’re wearing. There’s nothing in it but his lighter and the Peace Keeper but it still felt strange wearing something of his. Intimate in a way. Something that you’d only ever seen on his back, was now on yours.

“Have you ever rode on a dirt bike before?” JJ asks, turning to look at you. You tried not to stare at him too long or the butterflies in your stomach threatened to choke you. Why was he so good looking?

“No.” You admit, the desire you felt was stronger than the fear at this point. The tension between the two of you was so thick you could cut it with a knife. JJ was silent for a moment, just staring back at you. He seemed to search for any signs of fear. You were anxious about riding on a dirt bike but also riding on a dirt bike with him.

What if you crashed? What if he got hurt? Would he like the way your arms felt wrapped around his waist? Your cheeks warmed just thinking about being wrapped around him.

“It’s easy, really. Just lean when I lean, move when I move. Don’t tense up or pull back. Just try to stay as relaxed as you can. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His reassuring smile makes you smile, easing some of your anxiety.

“I’m going to start it then you get on behind me.” JJ’s gaze lingers on you for another moment before he turns and straddles the machine. He stands, his muscles blushing in his black T-shirt as he brings his leg down on the kick start, making the machine roar to life. JJ sits down on the seat, looking to you with an excited grin.

“Show off.” You mumble under your breath, knowing he can’t hear you as you take his outstretched hand and place one foot on the back peg. His hand tightens around yours as you hoist yourself up and through your other leg over before sitting down behind him. He releases your hand and you almost pout, missing his warm callused hands.

If your brother didn’t already hate you, he definitely would knowing how you felt about a Pogue. He’d probably never let you leave the house again.

You hesitate behind him, not sure what to do with your hands when he reaches back and pulls your arms tight around his torso, your cheek pressed into his spine. JJ smelled like sweat, laundry soap weed, and the ocean. His hands covered yours for a moment, squeezing to let you know to hold on before he released you, his own hands finding the handle bars. The dirt bike takes off and you squeal in excitement from the rush, feeling him shake with a laugh as you descend the dirt road and turn onto the main one.

You relax against his body, savoring the warmth and feel of him when his left hand finds your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze when you roll through a stop sign. Your entire body warms under his touch.

“No cop, no stop.” JJ laughs, giving you butterflies all over again. He was such a good guy who liked to do bad boy things. The thing was, you knew JJ wouldn’t hurt a fly. Not unless said fly attacked him first. Then he was lethal.

You open your mouth to speak when sirens and flashing cop lights erupt behind you. You both look back but you know it’s not the cops. It’s your brother.

“Shit.” JJ curses, turning around and revving the engine, sending you both flying at a dangerous speed. The Charger stayed with you. You knew your brother wouldn’t let you go. Not after what betraying him not once but twice and he sure as shit wouldn’t let JJ off without a fight.

You squeeze him tight as he takes turn after turn, the wind almost cold on your skin as reality started to sink in. You wouldn’t be able to outrun him.

“Pull over!” You shout, gripping his shirt and almost sighing from all the muscle you feel under there.

“No!” JJ shouts back, turning down an unlit road that was lined with trees. He suddenly veers off the road and straight into the tree line, where the Charger couldn’t follow. You almost sigh in relief when another bike appears out of no where and collides with your front tire, sending you both flying to the ground, along with the other driver.

JJ shielded you with his body as you hit the ground, allowing himself to take most of the impact as you rolled to a stop on top of him. Your knee was scraped but thank god you two didn’t hit a tree.

“Are you okay?” JJ cupped your face, his hands were scraped from the fall but he didn’t seem to mind. Your pulse was thumping wildly in your ears as you stared at his blue eyes and handsome face and untamed blonde hair, from his missing hat.

“I’m okay.” You nod, your body molded against him, his heart racing against your hands. You could feel every ridge and muscle of his lean body. Right down to what was growing between his legs and poking your waist. JJ licked his lips before his face hardened, his jaw clenched.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You open your mouth when suddenly somebody grabs you from behind, yanking you off him.

“No!” You scream, just as your brother appears and kicks JJ across the jaw. You scream again, throwing your head back only to be met with a helmet. It dazed you and your body sags as you try to blink away the stars you’re seeing. The arms holding you tightly was all that held you up for a moment.

“Play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.” The person says, your blood running cold. It was Rafe Cameron holding you back.

“No! Stop!” Your brother hits JJ again before he rolls, getting to his feet as he spats blood. JJ puts his fists up, a murderous look on his face as your brother starts to circle him.

“You think you can steal 25k from me and then snatch up my sister? I already owe you a beat down. Now I’m going to kill you.” You scream, thrashing against Rafe as your brother pulls a gun from his waist band.

“Barry, no!” You scream, stomping Rafe’s foot and hearing him curse as his hold releases on you. You become dead weight, letting yourself drop to the ground before you scramble to your feet, catching your brothers arm just as he points the gun. A shot goes off.

“Fuck!” Barry curses, stumbling with you and losing his grip on the weapon. It falls to the ground and you both dive for it. JJ is suddenly there, stomping Barry’s hand just as he grabs the gun and kicks it away. Barry screams in agony. Rafe shoves JJ and you grabs Rafe’s foot, tripping him so he falls to the ground with a curse.

“You stupid bitch!” Barry snarls, getting to his feet and cradling his broken hand as JJ pulls you to your feet, the gun raised at your brother. JJ turns to Rafe, stepping back to keep both in front of you two.

“You almost killed her.” JJ seethes, directing his attention to Rafe as he shields you with his body.

“No, you’re the one who brought her into this mess.” Rafe counters, taking his helmet off and wearing a cocky grin.

“It doesn’t matter, she’s dead to me.” Barry spats, backing away towards the road where he left the Challenger.

“You pick Pogues over blood, you’re dead to me!” Barry shouts, keeping his front to you as him and Rafe slowly back away.

“Consider this a warning.” JJs voice is calm before a shot rings out, deafening you for a moment, as it hits right a Rafe’s feet. Rafe’s eyes widen in fear and.. shock? Before he starts to back away much faster. Your arms wrap around JJ’s waist as you stare up at him.

“Please don’t. Please, J.” You plead. “Don’t be like them. This isn’t you.” His eyes are still trained on the retreating men, the gun still raised at them but he swallows as his body starts to relax slightly.

“Until next time, Pogue! I’ll get what I’m owed!” Barry shouts before him and Rafe duck inside the vehicle and spin tires taking off. The gun drops to the ground with a heavy sigh of relief and you hug him harder, burying your face in his chest as his arms circle you just as tight. You were both a mess, covered in dirt, blood, and leaves but you were alive.

“Are you okay?” JJ asks, pushing you back gently so he can look at you.

“Are you?” You counter, moving your hands up to his face where’s he’s bleeding. He’s already bruising on his cheek bone along with a gash on his forehead and a split lip. His tongue swipes over the gash and he grimaces.

“Nothing I haven’t had before.” He shrugs, moving his hand into your hair and finding the knot from head butting Rafe’s helmet. You wince but so does he.

“I didn’t know he had a helmet on.” You admit, mildly embarrassed.

“No, it’s fine. You fought. That’s all that matters.”

“I don’t think I’m worth all the trouble.” You tuck your hair behind your ears, avoiding his gaze. This was your fault. People were getting hurt because you betrayed your brother. The Pogues didn’t deserve that.

“You are. Don’t ever think that. You’re worth it.” JJ cups your face, your lips just inches apart as you look back at one another.

“Your bike is ruined.” You whisper, licking your lips and his eyes track the movement.

“I can fix it.” JJ says softly, tilting your chin up.

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’ll heal.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

“I’m going to.”

Then his mouth is on yours, burning you alive from the inside out, and ruining whatever small piece of you thought you’d be able to walk away in one piece.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow

[0yuri-chan0]

|| 100 - 1 Challenge ||

Sorry i haven't been active I had family problems here and there but i hope you guys enjoy!

Paring - Scaramouche x Top! Gn Reader

Warnings - Jerking off, Tied up, Blow job

Genre - Nsfw

"Tch It would take 2 millio- Hell not even a 2 million! 2 trillions years to make me agree to something as lewd and disgraceful as that." His finger swiftly flicked your forehead trying to make a point. As you open your mouth to speak he spoke first with his index finger to your lips "Sometimes you make me think that i neglect you, do you really thin-" you cut him off before he give you another lecture "And here i am still pondering why you act like you don't want to fulfill my request." He sighed leading closer towards your body savoring your sweet smell. "You better make this count [Y/n]" "Of course my love~, would I ever forsake you?"

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"Of course I can count to 100 idiot, How old do you think I am 4!?" He would have lightly hit you on the head but seeing how his hands are tie beautifully behind his back with a pretty red bow, each of his legs tied gratifyingly to each of the legs on the chair he was siting fully on display for you "You know the rules, Scara?" He tugs on his restraints harshly "Yes, yes i know!.." Scaramouche rolls his eyes for the 5th time now. Even though his words are laced with sarcasm his cherry tip cock is standing at full attention, you wrap your hands around his base moving slowly as Scara starts counting, "100, 99... 98, 97...." purposefully picking up speed as he starts counting down "This is stupid, really"

His snarky tone made you slap his cock harshly pulling a loud groan from your helpless boyfriend. "Instead of throwing oh so very harsh comments start counting down" His head falling backwards, while biting his cheek trying to stifle his whimpers. Continuing to jerk your boyfriend off, squelching noises start to form in the background as Scara starts counting where he left off "Tsk..74, 73, 72 Mh- Ah!~" His body jerked up when you kissed his tip lightly, moving you attention to his thighs your right hand never leaving his cock. Red and purple marks appear over his light pale skin as you suck on them, reminding him who he belonged to. "S-Shit! Mh-m!" Letting out a chocked moan.

Scaramouche thrusting upwards trying to match your speed but it wasn't enough. Noticing that he stopped counting you slowed your pace on his cock only going halfway up his cock. "H-Ha why d-did you fucking slow down?" That shit-eating grin appeared on your face "Why did you stop counting, my love?~" Stopping all movement only toying with his cherry red tip. "F-Fuck, w-what M-Mhm number Sh-IT!"

You chuckle making Scara shiver "Well weren't you supposed to keep track, no?" His hands grip the ribbon that bonded them together, "Shut Ngh!~ f-fuck up and tell H-Ha! the number" Resting your left hand on this thigh while the other flicks his cock hard, leaving Scara mouth agape "42 my love, the number is 42" you purred "43, 44..." removing your hand and stroking his cock faster making him sputter out in bliss "You're supposed to be counting down, Now start back from 50."

"Your a M-Mhm!.. f-fucking H-Ha~.. m-menace" Being a good boy he did as you told him, More pre cum leaking down his shaft and starts dripping on his balls indicating that hes reaching his climax. A satisfied hum left your lips as Scara's legs start shaking "H-Hold on Mh- slooe AH!~" stuffing his dick into your warm and wet mouth pulling a loud moan from him. "shit shit Mhm sh-" rolling your tongue around his tip making Scaramouche a sputtering mess not able to understand what hes babbling on about. Jerking his hips trying to mouth fuck you with that little movement he can make. His hot seed finally shoved down your throat while you swallowed it.

"Good job you don't mind if we go another round, No?"

I hope you enjoyed this little fanfic ill be working on more in the near future! Have a nice rest of your day. - Love Yuri <3

#genshin impact #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x Gn reader #genshin smut #genshin wanderer #genshin impacted x reader #genshin x reader

[thesafecafe]

Summer Nights: Mommy May 

Summary: On the last night of your summer vacation with your husband, you aren’t quite ready to go inside and sleep yet. 

CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, fluff, suggestive, semi public (it’s their own backyard), mommy dom! Felix, fem! reader, pet names, handjob, smut under the cut, enjoy! (A/N: sorry it’s short, I didn’t really have much planned for this piece).

Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of Stray Kids would act like this, nor is it meant to be a guide on their real life personalities or actions. This is merely a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 460

“Babe, hurry up! Come look at the stars with me!” Felix stood outside, basking in the warm summer breeze, still prevalent in the quiet evening. He loved stargazing, and he wouldn’t be able to fully experience this again until your next vacation. He would miss the quiet ambience of your vacation house, and he wanted to savor every last moment with you. Which is why he was rushing you now. You had a flight in the morning and he wasn’t going to let the last moments of the trip go to waste.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Geez, where’s the fire?” Your snarky comment doesn’t bother him, as he feels your arms slide around his waist from behind.  “Hello to you too, sunshine.” He chuckles, the sound vibrating against his bare torso. You take note of his clothes, realizing he is only wearing a cropped hoodie and sweatpants. “Lix, are you wearing my hoodie? And are you not cold?” He paused for a moment as your arms tightened around him. “Ah, no, I’m not.” He turned to face you, a grin tugging at his lips. “I’m not cold, that is.” You lightly pinch his side, making him laugh. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I took it without asking, don’t bruise me up!” 

You laugh with him, smoothing your hand over the area you pinched. You both settle into a comfortable silence, gazing up at the stars together. It is only broken when you feel him turn  towards you. “We should head back inside, it’s getting pretty late.” You frown, shaking your head. “I’m not ready to go back in yet.” He raises an eyebrow, “You’re not? But we have a flight tomorrow, we have to sleep, babe-” He is cut off when you kiss him, and your hand slips into the front of his pants. You wrap your hand around his half hard length, slowly dragging your hand up and down. Your husband groaned, kissing you deeper. “Fuck, angel, we can’t- can’t do this, we have a flight…” You grip him harder, increasing your speed. When you know he is close, you stop, your hand slick with precum when you bring it out of his pants. 

You break the kiss, smiling when you open your eyes. Pushing past Felix, you make your way over to the picnic blanket that you’d left out earlier. You can feel him watching your every move. Laying back onto the blanket, you spread your legs, raising your nightgown so that your core was exposed. “Please mommy, I’m not ready to go back inside.” You whined, knowing that he’d succumb to his desire. Felix’s eyes darkened as he walked towards you. He knew what he’d miss the most about this trip now; the summer nights filled with you.

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Tags: @minhyuuk​, @brownsugarbaybee​, @hee0soo​, @mommyhwa​, @legbouk​, @singularity777​, 

#thesafecafe #mommy!may #mommy!felix #stray kids smut #stray kids felix #lee felix #skz smut #skz smut drabbles #kpop x black reader #x black reader #kpop x poc reader #x poc reader #kpop smut #kpop ambw #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x poc reader

[brattybabbii]

I return to bed like any normal night but for whatever reason I can’t sleep. My mind wonders lately as we’ve been under a lot of stress with the kids/ work and we both could use a break. After laying down for a few minutes, restless, I finally decide to put the tv on, flipping through chamnels. I just happened to look over at You. Your sides rising with every breath. You're sound asleep. You look so comfortable. I go back to flipping through the channels, after a while I still can't sleep. I looked at you and I looked back at the TV, deciding to turn the TV off. Not even a few seconds after turning the TV off you let out a few whimpers, I see you rustling in the bed so I pulled your body closer to me. Kissing your neck- your sounds stop. For a second I got to look at your beautiful face. I forget how beautiful you are sometimes and I just savor this moment.

My eyes start to wonder down to your chest then your sides and hips. Even with the comforter on you, I can still make out your beautiful curves and my hands are immediately carasaing your sides Your body twitches. I hope I don't wake you but you're body is just so warm. My hands glide up your side to your chest. I Put my hand through your shirt and find my way to your breast, your body twitches again, my fingers are already tracing circle around your nipples, so nice and hard, it's so cute your nipples react to my touch. Removing my hand from your shirt- you turn in your sleep, laying on your back- letting out a big sigh. Gosh, what a pretty girl. You're only wearing panties and an old t-shirt of mine. My shirt looks really good on you, but you look even better on me. Your wearing your yellow lacy underwear, perfect to your body. I can't help but stare and my hands of course are already tracing your stomach, this time your body isn't twitching, your chest still rising and falling, still sound asleep.

I find myself tracing the edge of your under wear, down your thighs, I trace the edges of your lips, stopping as your body twitches. I take in every inch of your body before I bring my focus back to my fingers or your pretty cunt. I continue to trace the edges of your lips, sliding my fingers up and down your slit. Gosh, you're so wet. Even in your sleep your wet for me. How pathetic. You're sound asleep and your getting wet from just a simple touch. I slide your panties to the side and tracing your clit with my thumb, your body twitches, I continue, going faster then slowing down then speeding up again, you start whimpering in your sleep "mm Daddy~" I eventually slide my two fingers in your soaking cunt, sliding them slowly in and out. "Mmm" you mumble in your sleep, body rising and falling. I speed up the thrust of my fingers and feel your body shake, cumming all over my fingers. How beautiful. I lick my fingers clean of your juices "Gosh my little honey bee, you taste so good".

Carefully and slowly I go back to thrusting and my fingers In and out of you, using my thumb to make circles around your clit. "Mmmm Daddy" your turning and tossing now, not sure how much longer you're gonna stay asleep- I take my chance. Pulling your lacey panties down to your ankles, I separate your thighs and slide my self on. "Fuuuck, you're so tight and so wet, honey bee" my thrust starts out slow and gentle. I'm not gonna be able to contain myself much longer. I push through some more slow thrust before I start to get aggressive. "Oh daddy!" You wake up, I'm deep in you- mid thrust - I grab your mouth and tell you to say quite and not to make a sound. You're letting out soft whimpers and moans and that makes me thrust into you harder and harder until I burst in you. "You were such a good girl princess" I say, kissing your forehead. "Let's go back to sleep." I lay back down, pull you to much chest and we fall back asleep, my cum oozing out of you.

#somno #ftm somno #slight somno #somno fantasy #tw somno #cnc somno #cw: somno #somno breeding #soft somno

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Helpful Boyfriend

Pairing: Sunghoon × afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Smut; wet dreams; somnophilia; masturbation; fingering; cunnilingus

Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event 

Mellow speaks: And with this, my 2.5k event comes to a close!! A massive thank you to every single lovely soul who requested, I'm grateful for all the support! And to the nonnie who had requested this, I hope you like it!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @axartia 

Hey baby,

Slept well last night? I'm pretty sure you did, because I could hear you muttering things and smiling in your dream as you nuzzled your face into my neck. You looked so cute doing that, your breath hitching every now and then, that I would have wanted to pet you if it weren't for the way you started moving around not long after.

See, all I was trying to do was get a little bit of rest into my system, something that we both know I've been running short on for the past few days. But how could I, when your hand was so eagerly making its presence known next to my body, rubbing just right against my torso as it made its way over to the crotch of your sleep shorts?

That's right, you were doing the dirty in your sleep, dreaming about my fingers inside you while wearing that innocent facade on your face. I could hear you moan my name as your hand slipped inside the waistband of those shorts, soft hums and whines pushing past your lips as you attempted to soothe the warmth spreading through your being.

But of course, when have your fingers been a match for the way I can make you feel? So it was obvious they weren't gonna be much help this time around either, and I had no choice but to watch on in amusement as your face contorted into one of agony, your mind probably telling you to speed up the pace as you called for me to speed up. 

And that's when I decided you needed some help, my body reaching over on its own till you were lying flat on your back, my fingers marking their territory and sliding your shorts down your smooth legs. It was a cakewalk after that, your pussy wet enough for me to pleasure you without actually waking you up. You looked like an angel then, smiling a satisfied smile in your slumber and letting out an occasional moan begging for me to go deeper. 

I, of course, obliged, drawing figure eights and scissors through your folds as my free hand kept your thigh in place. But it wasn't nearly enough, because I was too horny to let you off the hook with a mere touch. No, I needed to taste you, taste you well and good. I needed to feel your wetness rub against my face, my tongue pressed right over your clit as I invaded your dreams even more. 

So that's what I did, burying my head between your legs and eating you out. I was fully awake by then, savoring your delicacy like a man starved, making you squirm hard enough for my shirt to ride above your torso, exposing your breasts to me in the best way possible. I wanted to squeeze them so bad, but I didn't want to wake you up from your dream. Though in hindsight, I might actually have been able to play with them without you noticing, that's how hard you were passed out. 

But I had to make do with just playing with your heat in the night, not that I'm complaining. I don't even remember how long I ate you out, but all I can tell you is that I made you cum more times than once. And even though I wanted to help clean you up or better yet, bury my dick inside of you (which already was hard enough), I didn't really have an option other than letting you rest while I took care of myself in the bathroom. 

Suffice it to say I didn't get any sleep last night, again. But since it's all thanks to you this time, I guess I'm gonna have to make you pay me back when I come home. 

Till then though darling, dream some more.

Your helpful boyfriend,

Sunghoon

#sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #enhypen #sunghoon hard thoughts #heeseung #heeseung smut #jay #jay smut #jake #jake smut

[pjsk-writin]

hello! can i ask for Rui, Toya, Tsukasa and Mizuki with a s/o that can read really fast (ex. 150 pages per 25 minutes), like a little scenario when they ask reader to read a book that they really liked and reader finish reading it in half of hour

feel free to ignore and stay safe

oooo sure !! stay safe as well, and I hope you like this !! <3

♡ FAST READING - Rui Kamishiro, Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma and Mizuki Akiyama x Reader

Rui:

Rui likes to pride himself in being a quick reader, he definitely reads a lot of story books and robotics books in a short period of time-

Still though, he started to doubt his own status when he realized how fast you were at reading-

He had finished a particularly interesting story book, and brought it to you with a grin

"Dearest, this is one of my favorite books to date!" He holds it out to you, "I know you mentioned liking to read, so would you like to read this? I think it'll be interesting to talk about."

You accepted the book with a hum, and he left you to read as he worked on some blueprints

To his surprise, you walk up to him half an hour later, smiling wide

"It was really good! I liked the part where-" "Hold on, did you actually finish reading it??" You nodded, "I mean, yeah! I'm a fast reader."

He proceeds to just stare at you in astonishment, wondering how that was even humanely possible- He definitely wants to run some trials with you, just to see how fast you can really read

Toya:

Toya loves reading himself, but he wouldn't call himself a fast reader. He loves to savor his books, consuming them at a leisurely pace

Which is why he's absolutely bewildered by how fast you can read-

He had finished a new book he picked up, and brought it to you with a smile

"You like to read too, right?" He holds the book out with a sheepish look, "I really liked this one, but I don't know many people who like to read. Would you mind reading this?"

You tell him that you'd love to read it, and he leaves you alone to go find another book

You approach him half an hour later, clutching the book close

"I can see why you liked it so much! Especially at the end-" "...Wait, you finished it already?" "Mhm! I'm a pretty fast reader."

He proceeds to stare at you in awe, but wonders how you manage to enjoy books when you're constantly speeding through them like that- At least he can start a weird little book club with you!

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa doesn't read often, but when he does read, it's usually just story books

So, he is absolutely astonished by how fast you can read-

He finished reading a different version of one of his favorite fairy tales, and brought it to you with excitement

"My lovely co-star, you must read this!" He holds the book out to you proudly, "This is one of my favorite fairy tales, and they wrote it absolutely wonderfully!"

You gently laugh at his enthusiasm, and he sticks by your side to read with you

He's bewildered by how fast you're reading, but doesn't stop you, and is even more bewildered by how you finish it in half an hour

"Oooh, this was actually a very wonderful retelling!" "You- How did you- You read so fast!" You snickered, gently patting his cheek, "Yes, I do, I've always been a fast reader."

He asks you a bunch of questions on how you're able to read so fast, and is overall just in awe of you. He definitely brings you a bunch of story books afterward, enthusiastically asking you your opinions on each

Mizuki:

Mizuki definitely doesn't read as much, they don't really like books-

This means that they're just plain shocked when they discover how fast you read

They only have one book that they really enjoy, a story that hits close to home. They found it again and brought it to you 

"Hey, we're all for vulnerability here, right?" They looked a bit embarrassed, but they held the book out to you, "This is my favorite story of all time, and...I thought it'd be right to share it with you."

You took the book with a grateful smile, and they left the room to calm themself down. They really hoped that you liked it, but they also hoped that you understood

You catch them off guard by finding them half an hour later, a soft smile on your face

"Oh, Mizuki...I can see why you hold this story so close to you." "...Wait, hold on, did you...Did you really finish it?" "Mhm, I'm a fast reader." You pause for adding, "But, I understand stories really well!-"

They don't know if they should be more shocked by how fast you read or relieved by how accepting you seemed. They end up asking you questions on how you manage to read so fast, because they could use that for school-

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #mizuki akiyama x reader #akiyama mizuki x reader

[rinbowaman]

HHP Chapter 5 pt 10 (18+MDNI) Last part!

Yay! Last bit of the chapter, i told you it was a long one. Had tumblr not be so dang difficult, this should really only be divided into 4 parts, but i guess we'll settle with 10. I really hope it didn't disrupt the format of the dialect, i wanted that to flow smoothly because to me, it was really smexay! ;)

At that you continue, and just as he was waiting for, the moment he felt the warmth engulf his tip, he drives it in, his weight drops atop of you and you are rendered helpless and trap as he rams himself into you repeatedly, pumping the pleasurable sensation into you as you nearly screamed in euphoria. It was intense, even for Heeseung being without his Ethan side, it was hard love, which made it more interesting and different from all the other moments you and Heeseung had sex. Sure, there was always a little bit of roughness and intensity, but this time, the level of aggression was stronger. It was tearing you apart. Moaning, breathing, and groaning, a series of various sounds came out of both your mouths, it was just you that felt the difference this time around, Heeseugn felt it too as he became more vocal than all the other times. With each thrust, he groaned as he propped himself higher, taking an expanding view of you as he pelted each hard thrust into you.

Watching your hair delicately covering your face as you screamed in pleasure, your face off to the side and tilted, uncontrollably quivering your lips, he found the view irresistible as he leans his face into your ear, propelling his repeated groans into your ear so that you could hear his voice of pleasure at the expense of fucking you into oblivion.

His deep gasping groans mixes in with your high-pitched airy moans, all of it slurred together in harmony and filled the car with echoes of passion and lust. He increases speed as he continues to get close. With each time, sex with Heeseung was always a lengthy one, he took his time, even moments when he did grow close, he’d slow the process just so he could make it last longer and savor the feeling.

Reaching up, he licks his thumb before submitting his hand down, using the saliva coated extremity to trace circles onto your clit as he continues to thrust hard and fast. Arching your back, you scream and gasped, calling out his name in a begging tone, though what you were begging for was unknown. It just felt right to call out his name, to whine it out, to moan and scream as the sounds of moisture thrusting in and out of you increased.

“Uh! Fuck…I’m gonna cum.”

Holding on to his arms, you lift your head to look down, wanting to watch him do the act of releasing inside you. Noting this, Heeseung takes his hand and cradles the back of your head to provide support as he continues to thrust, allow enough space to remain between your bodies so you could have a clear view. Joining in on the sight, he looks down, his forehead rest atop of your hair as you both continue to moan and watch his sloppy thrusts.

“Fuck baby…”

“He…Heeseung!”

With one final thrust, he drives his length in deep, so deep. His whole muscle disappears for only a second as he pulls back just an inch so that you were able to see his shaft pulsating, pumping, and twitching as majority of it remains inside you. Feeling the gush of ecstasy escape you as you fall into your orgasm, your hands provide support to his weight as you place them on his groin and chest, feeling his body shake as he cums for a lengthy period.

A few moments of pulsating repeatedly, he finally comes to rest as he drives the length back in and rests on top of you, his shaft still somewhat hard as it took its moments to go back to its normal state.

Breathing deeply against one another, you both engage in a passionate kiss as you rested for nearly a half hour, riding and breathing out your sexual highs.

After collecting yourselves and cleaning up, you both continue your trip back to his room, feeling deeply relaxed from the release you both had. 

So relaxed in fact, Heeseung had forgotten to grab his hat and phone from the back before resuming the drive. Offering to reach around to retrieve both items for him, he asks you to look and see at who called him and if they had left a voicemail, unlocking his screen, you noted that there was no voicemail, also the phone number wasn’t saved in his contacts, appearing as unfamiliar number.

“They didn’t’ leave a voicemail but they did sent a text.” You stated as you saw the notification of the phone number’s text count.

Heeseung looked perturbed as he furrowed his brows slightly, asking you to read the area code, in which he failed in recognizing.

“Can you open the texts and see what they said?” He asks you.

You nodded and opened the contents, looking it over, your eyes widened just a tad as you became unsure if you should tell him. With his eyes remaining focused on the road, noting you were silent, he asks causally, unaware of the meaning of your delayed response.

“Whose it from?”

……

“It’s from Tiff…”

[sotwk]

I’m a bit late to the party, but thank you SO much for answering me super fast! I so appreciate your ultra-in-depth response about Mirion and Arvellas’s fates. Although I still weep on weekends, it’s helped me so much with my own story! And all the supplemental headcanon info on Mirkwood as a society has been invaluable to me as well! (Also thank you so much for your update on my Lindir fic! Please don’t worry about the length of time! When I submitted the request I shot for maybe having it as a Christmas present or New Year’s treat! But any time I receive it l’ll savor it all the same!)

I wanted to ask though, are there any writing exercises or prompts that you do to train your writing muscles? I find that I have a tougher time placing dialogue intentionally where it needs to be, and I struggle with showing, not telling. I plan my stories and chapters, which helps me a TON, but I still have issues. I’m coming back to writing after abandoning it in about 2018 because of uni and life. But now I wanna come back, which is why I’m writing my story, but I feel so rusty. Any tips/suggestions on how/what to write to improve on these skills?

Thank you so much for all your help. I really appreciate you. Your account’s richer than the mines of Moria for great writing content!

- Mithril

Hello Mirthril my friend!

Boy, am I glad I was able to answer your Ask quickly last time, because this one is laaaaate. I hope you'll forgive me that, but I have been pondering over your question since I received it.

My impostor syndrome tends to rear its ugly head whenever someone asks me for writing advice. I am against false modesty and all for giving oneself due credit, so I will say that I am a pretty damn good writer. (And I certainly hope so; I suck at math and most left-brain skills, so this is all I've got, haha!) However, I wouldn't call myself top-tier in the fanfic writer's world. Even though I have been doing this for many years, I still struggle with any aspects of my writing--in the same ways you described!

But you asked so kindly and I want to be able to offer you something, so here are the few tips I could think of that personally work for me, in addressing the challenges you described:

SotWK's Writing Strategies and Tips

Writing exercises or prompts

I actually suffer from having too many ideas, so I don't seek or invite new prompts often. I lean on the endless stream of wackadoo ideas in my brain, or the lovely suggestions and requests that come into my (always open) Ask Box.

I exercise things that I'm weakest at, and right now that's my speed and focus. I currently write at an abysmal 6-7 wpm (about 200 words every 30 minutes). Embarrassingly slow! I very recently discovered sprinting on Discord servers, and so far it's been effective in training me to focus on just getting words down as quickly as I can. I highly recommend it! I think with time it will gradually bump up my wpm.

If you really would like prompts to get you going, there are plenty of prompt games floating around the Tolkien fandom. You can also source them from writing groups, such as @fellowshipofthefics, the one I currently belong to. Their January Trope Roulette, for example, is so much fun! Amazing support group for Tolkien writers, and more importantly--very chill, no pressure.

Dialogue

This is tricky for everyone, and definitely exposes a writer's style and ability to speak in the voice of different characters (I think that's why writers stress about it). You gotta do it with accuracy and range, so it IS a challenge!

If you want to get as close to the characters' voices as Tolkien wrote them, then the obvious strategy seems to be to immerse yourself in the source material. Read the books. Watch the movies (which are pretty faithful, tone/dialogue wise).

When writing Tolkien fanfic, I am constantly browsing through my books (having ebook copies helps), playing the trilogies in the background, or listening to the audiobooks (I have the Andy Serkis versions). It's a little bit like method acting. If you drown yourself in the character's voices enough, you'll actually start talking like them in your head. You'll pick up on the language, the word choices, the pace of the dialogue within the story.

This is the reason I personally don't hop around fandoms (Tolkien only), and I stay away from modern AUs or crack fics. I prefer to preserve that Middle-earth tone and voice and keep it consistent in my writings.

You can also draw inspiration from other period/medieval/fantasy works! My frequent go-to's are ASOIAF/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon, Pride and Prejudice, and even Downtown Abbey works!

This last one might be extra weird, but I am a writer who leans heavily on fancasts/actors for inspiration. I like seeing a clear face and hearing a distinct voice for the character I am writing. It truly helps me write dialogue. For this reason, I fancast every major character that appears in my fics, and I usually pick big-name actors. Why? Because they have more movies/tv shows I can watch and listen to!

Fun fact: While writing my Éomer fic (which was VERY dialogue heavy), I listened to the first 7 minutes of Dredd SO MANY TIMES over and over just to imbibe Karl Urban's voice--I'm surprised the Netflix app didn't crash.

Showing, not telling

Here's one thing to try: Use "said" or "said + adverb" more often than you think you should, instead of trying to force a substitute. Or don't use a speech verb at all. This will force you to get a bit more descriptive about the characters' specific condition or actions. (Example from my fic: “Anywhere. Far enough to take you away from all this--” Éomer swung out his free arm in a gesture as wild as the fervor in his eyes. “Away from everything that is confusing you.”)

Visualizing a clear picture in my head helps me with the showing, and writing descriptions. Besides daydreaming and staring off into space, watch cinematic masterpieces, and train yourself to use words to describe what you are seeing.

But personally, I think purple prose and lack of brevity is the bigger issue in many fanfics (including my own). We need to remember there's nothing wrong with being straightforward in our storytelling and descriptions, because it speeds up the story pace or at least gives it more variety.

Shaking off Rust

Nothing else to do but just do it, my friend! :)

Whenever I feel rusty or blah about my current projects, I just shuffle over to a different WIP, or if it's really bad--start a new one!

As long as you're getting words down and you're happy and satisfied, you're doing it right.

Lean on writing friends for help and inspiration. We are a community here, regardless of the whisperings that "fandom is dying". It will stay alive and thriving if we keep it so!

Anyway, that's my non-professional, semi-bogus advice regarding things that work for me! Hopefully you can find something in there that works for you too.

Thank you as always for your kind words, and I wish you the best of luck--and LOTS OF FUN--in your writing!

#sotwk answers #anon asks #i have the best anons #anon: mithril #writing #writing community #writing tips #creative writing #writblr #lotr #tolkien #eomer #karl urban #sotwk advice #sotwk fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction writer

[wonusite]

and how about a sub!seokmin drabble? him just being pussy whipped or pussy drunk or whatever it is, just him being in love with your pussy.

-tulip🌷

bestie how could you request this knowing about my weakness for sub!seokmin 😭 ur wild and ily 🤍

Seokmin was so sweet and caring, especially when you two had sex. But there was just something about his behavior that made you want to tease and play with him. It’s not like you itching desperately to do this to him, but now that you had, you were sure it’s something you wouldn’t be able to let go.

Cruelly, you been edging him for a good twenty minutes and you were loving every second of it.

“Princess, please!” Seokmin cries, hands fisting the sheets around him. “I promise I’ll be good! Just use me like your personal fucktoy!”

He’s so cute when he begs for you, and it makes you somewhat powerless to him. So you relent, slowly easing yourself on to his big cock. You hold back the moan clawing at your throat at the stretch you feel. Seokmin other hand has no problem being vocal, dick throbbing wildly inside of you. It’s cute how easily he gets pussy drunk, and you intend to make the most of it.

Your movements start out slow, savoring the way Seokmin is whimpering and mewling desperately. He always has a hard time staying still, but he’s managing better than he usually does. It makes you coo softly, rolling your hips with more enthusiasm than before.

His big cock is hitting your sweet spot even with your slow movements, making you moan out his name. It’s cute the way Seokmin whimpers yours, all needy and desperate. You grab his hands and slowly guide them up your body until they’re resting at your tits. That’s all the permission he needs to squeeze and massage them, pinching and pulling at your hard nipples exactly how you like.

“So pretty.” You moan, grinning down at him. “Especially when you beg for this pussy.”

All your boyfriend can offer you is his cries of pleasure since already too drunk off the feeling of your tight cunt. His hands start to wander on their own, caress every inch of you until he gets to your cunt. You can’t stop the moan from spilling past your lips when he starts to rub slow circles on your aching clit.

“Fuck, I love you.” He mewls when you start tightening around his dick.

His words make your pussy throb, and you start to speed up your movements. “I love you, too. My sweet, baby boy.”

The moan he lets out is familiar, as is the cum spilling into you. At this point he’s weakly bucking his hips up like the horny little puppy he is. You prolong his orgasm, riding him until you reach your own orgasm.

You still your movements, noticing how Seokmin’s lidded gaze is locked on your cunt. “What is it, baby?”

He licks his lips and looks up at you with pleading eyes. “Will you let me taste you?”

It’s tempting to make him beg for it, but he was so good for you the entire time that you can’t deny him what he wants. You don’t really want to, anyway.

Seokmin gently rolls you over, cock still sheathed inside you. He places a gentle kiss on your lips before he trails him down your neck. When he finally does slide his dick out of you, he wastes no time in shoving his face into your sloppy cunt. Seokmin messily laps up all your missed releases, moaning at the taste as he shoves his face deeper into your glistening folds.

Your hand latches on to his hair, and he laps up every bit of messy arousal that is oozing from your hot cunt. “Fuck, baby!” You moan, grinding your pussy onto his magical mouth. “Feels so fucking good!”

The way he’s fucking you with his tongue has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, lost in the pleasure your boyfriend is providing you.

Seokmin moans louder than you are, loving nothing more than the taste of you and him mixed together. He’s planning on pleasuring you all night, just so he can play with your pretty pussy to his heart’s desire.

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