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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Hi i would like to request severus x reader where its their first time together and reader guides sev bc he‘s a virgin ?

Okay, so I’ve been putting this one off. It’s such a good idea, I wasn’t sure how to tackle it. However, I’ve been thinking on it for a few days, and I think I did this request justice!

A Fast Learner

Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 3,066

“Shh. It’s okay.”

He had become very self conscious about it over the years. Well, he was self conscious about a lot of things, but especially something like this. It was embarrassing that he had made it this far in life and had never been intimate with someone. He knew it was mainly his own fault. He had spent his life saving himself for someone who wasn’t even around anymore, and someone who never loved him the way he did her.

Now, he was well into his adulthood years and he had yet to have sex with anyone. He had quite honestly accepted long ago that he’d never allow anyone to take his virginity. To most people, a person at his age with their so-called “v-card” still intact was odd and even a bit weird. Even if he did find someone he cared enough about, he would have NO idea what to do and it would be so off-putting that they’d likely run for the hills. Severus, as disappointed as he was, was convinced he’d live out the rest of his days as a virgin.

That was until he fell in love with you.

He admittedly didn’t expect it. You seemed rather average to him in the beginning. He failed to see how you were any different than anybody else he had ever encountered. The more time he spent with you, though, the more he saw in you. You were probably one of the most patient and understanding people he had ever met. You were an efficient communicator and an even better listener. You were a picture perfect person. He eventually found himself in a relationship with you that exceeded having dinner and private talks in each other’s offices.

For the first time in Severus Snape’s life, he had a steady girlfriend.

As thrilling and exciting as that was, it also caused a whole new set of worries for him. Having a girlfriend meant that he was going to have to be fully intimate at some point. It wasn’t something he could keep putting off the way he had been. You had a gut feeling that Severus had never had sex before. At first, you brushed his hesitation off to just being nervous. However, you began to notice the way he visibly would shrink away any time your make out sessions began to heat up. If nothing else, it explained why your relationship seemed to move at an aggravatingly tortuous pace.

He’d become fidgety when you tried to reach for his belt or when your giggles turned into breathy moans. He would simmer down the situation before it could ever evolve into more, which he hated to do. He knew you were dismayed whenever he did so. You were a beautiful, young woman who had needs. It wasn’t fair that you had to push your needs aside because of him. He definitely didn’t want you to begin to think that it had something to do with you.

He had never told you upfront that he was a virgin, and he hoped that maybe he would never have to. Whenever he did build up the courage to make love, perhaps he could get away with not saying anything. That dream was rather short lived when you finally questioned him one night after he turned you away once more.

You had been snuggled up next to him on the sofa in his living quarters, just chatting after a long day when your kisses became a little more heated and you ultimately ended up in his lap. Your knees were on either side of him so you were in a straddle position, kissing him with passion and desire. He kissed back as always, but you could feel the hint of uncertainty as his lips worked with yours. You kept in mind that this was usually the part where he’d stop you or get himself out of it. Still, you rolled your hips downwards into his crotch, your fingers finding his belt and beginning to unbuckle it.

As expected, he stopped kissing you and gently gripped your wrist. That was his signal for you to stop, to which you would normally just smile reassuringly and move on. However, you pulled your hand from his grasp and rested both of them on his shoulders.

You were intently looking at him, reading his guilt-stricken expression.

“Severus,” You began; “Is there something you want to tell me?”

He knew exactly what you meant. It was only a matter of time before you began to question him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He said, letting the lie slip through his teeth.

You never averted your eyes from him. He wasn’t leaving until you obtained some answers. You wrapped a lock of his charcoal colored hair around your finger and twirled it mildly.

“Most men barely wait for their girlfriend to make a move on them. With you, it seems like you don’t want me like that.” You pointed out.

Severus was quick to answer, because this was exactly the thing he didn’t want you to think.

“No, no. I do. I really do.” He said truthfully.

Make no mistake, Severus did want to have that level of intimacy with you. He just couldn’t push himself to that point. He never wanted to disappoint you in any way, and he just knew his skills were probably little to none. You were confused at his response.

“Then why do you always push me away when I try?” You queried.

He sighed heavily. It was a fair question for you to ask. He would’ve probably asked the same if he were in your shoes. It was humiliating, but he knew he couldn’t hide it any longer. He took a breath and told you that he was a virgin. He half expected you to get up and walk out or go tell every living soul you knew. Instead, you smiled kindly and let out a soft laugh that wasn’t at all intended to be a mock towards his confession. He clenched his teeth as he awaited your reply. You moved your right hand to cup the side of his face.

“Oh, Severus...is that all?” You asked sweetly.

A feeling of surprise and relief fizzled through his body. He had been waiting for a much heavier, dramatic reaction.

“Well, I...it’s not really something I thought I’d ever tell you.” He explained, avoiding your gaze.

“You didn’t think you could keep it from me forever, did you?” You wondered. He didn’t respond, so you went on; “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can help you.”

He let out an irritated huff. You could tell he was beyond embarrassed.

“You shouldn’t have to.” He said.

You kissed his forehead, encouraging him to embrace the situation a little.

“I want to. It’ll benefit more than just me. Your first time should be special. I want to make it special,” You acknowledged; “But only if you want to. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

He was at a crossroads here. He wanted to do this, but he was still nervous. There were a million ways he could go wrong and mess up, but he also never thought there’d be anyone willing to offer a hand to him as an adult virgin. He realized that he loved you too much to keep treating you this way...so he agreed. He couldn’t help but nervously chuckle at your blinding smile. You were eager to teach him. He’d be a master in no time.

“I promise we’ll go slow.” You declared, whipping your shirt off of your head.

Severus felt a surge of heat go through his body at your breasts that were now VERY prevalent to him. His eyes widened and his stare lingered on them like a kid in a candy store. He looked over the black, lacy material of your bra and how it perfectly accented them. His cheeks burned a fiery red that he tried to hide, but to no avail. You bit your bottom lip to hold back a smile.

“Blushing already, Professor?” You asked teasingly.

If he was already this flustered, you couldn’t wait to see him when you got to the good stuff. His eyes snapped back to yours, he sheepishly apologized.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You hushed him, putting a finger to his lips.

“Shh. It’s okay.”

You took his hands, bringing them around to your back. You maneuvered his fingers to unclasp your bra, and you slowly pushed the straps down your arms until it fell to the floor. His cheeks turned a darker shade of red now that you were fully exposed to him. He didn’t even try to confine his stare now. You spoke softly.

“You can touch them if you want.” You granted.

“Touch them?” He asked.

You giggled lightly.

“Yeah, S. With your hands...or your mouth.”

He decided to go with the first option, not confident enough in his skills yet. His hands were trembling a tad, as he brought them up to your chest. He was awkward at first, sort of just fondling with them in an amateurish way. Your nipples grew hard at the feeling of his large hands on your soft skin. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked firmly and swirled his tongue over your breast. A satisfied gasp fell from your lips, startling him and causing him to stop.

“Are you alright? Did that hurt?” He asked frantically.

You let out another laugh.

“Sev, I was moaning.” You told him.

He shyly grinned.

“Oh.”

He took your nipple into his mouth again, his confidence slowly but surely beginning to build. You brought a hand to the back of his head.

“Kiss my neck.” You instructed.

He nodded, moving his lips up to your neck and kissed where you guided his head to go. You grinded your hips down onto his lap, a groan falling from his throat. You could feel his growing erection through his pants. You smirked, knowing the real show was about to begin.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.” You said, persuading him up from the sofa.

You took him by the hand, leading him to his large bed. You debated for a moment over what the best approach to this was. You thought for a minute that maybe it would be best if he stayed on the bed and you rode him, but you figured that he wouldn’t learn much out of that, however it would be pleasurable for him. You wanted his first time to be special, as you had previously mentioned. You decided to go traditional missionary, that way you could talk him through it.

You laid on your back, laughing at the way Severus was ogling over you. You motioned for him with your finger, and he timidly climbed onto the bed. He instinctively placed one of his knees on either side of you, which was a good start.

“Move down a little.” You requested.

He shifted down a bit so you could unfasten his belt and his pants. He helped you get them off, throwing them aside. You did away with your skirt and panties, now fully naked in front of him. He was fully hard now, your hand palming at his evident erection. He let out a soft groan, feeling amazed at how he had never been touched by anyone else like this before.

He sprang free once his boxers were thrown aside to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your eyes gazed at his length, raking him over. You snapped out of your trance, taking him into your hand. You stroked slowly and softly, just enough so he could see how it felt.

You knew this was going to be a tedious process for the first time, you didn’t want to completely overwhelm him and ruin it for him. He let out a stuttered sigh at the feeling of his dick in your hand. He had of course rubbed himself like this before, but it was totally different when it was being done to him. His sounds were alone enough to make your sex become slick with wetness, but you reached for one of his free hands.

“Take these two fingers,” You said, pushing his side three fingers down, just leaving his middle and ring finger. You brought his fingers to your heated sex; “Now, just gently-”

You were stunned when he began rubbing in circles, slowly but firmly. You wriggled underneath him, not prepared for him to do it so well. You let out a groan at the waves of pleasure building through you, he kept his eyes on you with a rather concerned expression. He was still afraid of hurting you or messing up.

You stopped stroking him, taking his wrist and directing his fingers towards your clit. He knew he had hit the spot when you breathed out his name in a way he had never heard you before.

“Severus...” You exhaled.

He felt a burst of pride. Maybe he really could get the hang of this. He could feel the wetness spreading around his fingers, which is when you knew to stop him and move on with your instructions. You were beginning to realize that Severus was a fast learner. He’d have this in no time. You were a little breathless now, which swelled him with even more confidence.

“Take one of my legs and wrap it around your waist.” You said.

He took your right thigh into his hand, securing and hooking your leg around him. He noted that was how he’d be sure that you wouldn’t get too far from him. He was beginning to put pieces together.

“Okay, when you’re ready just push yourself in. Go slow at first.” You said, lining him up with your entrance.

His tip just barely was touching you, he looked to you, stricken with a bit of panic.

“[Y/N], I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, registering that this was the part he was most scared of.

You shook your head. Half in desperation for him and half to reassure him. You put his hands on your hips so he’d be steady once he did start to move.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Sev. I promise,” You said truthfully; “Just go at your pace. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

You knew it wouldn’t, but it made him feel better to hear you say it. He took a breath, and leisurely pushed himself in as far as he could. You both let out a synchronous moan. He didn’t move for a second, wrapping his head around how damn good this felt. You didn’t expect him to stretch and fill you the way he did, so you were a little scattered when you spoke next.

“S-Sev, pull out a little, and then go back in again.” You said.

He gingerly pulled out, and went back in. He watched each time he moved in and out. He saw the way your eyelashes fluttered each time he went back in, and how your grip on his bicep tightened. You weren’t used to such a slow speed, but you didn’t want him to go fast if he didn’t feel like he could yet. However, you did try to convince him to pick it up a little.

“A little faster. If you want.” You said, really hoping he’d get the hint.

He did get it, and began to rock his hips faster, filling in the pauses that he had been taking between tortuous thrusts. He had figured out a rhythm now, his movements becoming monotonous, but gloriously good. He watched as your breasts bounced each time he pounded back into you, and how your mouth fell open with noises that were music to his ears.

You knew Severus was getting the hang of it, so you gave him another request.

“Take my leg and put it on your shoulder.”

He gave you a puzzled look, thinking that there was no way that would actually do anything. Still, he draped your leg over his shoulder and he thought he might just collapse. He was slamming into you at a new angle that was a total game changer, and created a whole new feeling of pleasure.

He knew sex was supposed to feel good, but he never thought it would feel THIS good. It was a bit of an accident, but he rotated his hips and you let out a high-pitched shriek that even he couldn’t mistake as a bad sound. You smirked at how he was now hitting your sensitive spot each time he went back in.

“Severus, you feel so good. Holy- yes, that’s perfect.” You cried out.

He didn’t dare speed up or slow down, if he had it right, he wasn’t going to mess with it. He continued to pound into you, alerted when he felt himself twitch inside of you. He assumed that meant that something was happening. Your own inner coil was growing hot, which was a delight to you, because you honestly weren’t sure at first if you would even finish since it was his first time. You arched your back to meet his thrusts, both of your releases coming quickly.

“Darling, I think I’m about to-” He was cut off by another one of your moans.

He felt the muscles in your leg contract, as you came around him. He thrusted a few more times before he did as well. A flash flood crashed over every nerve in his body. Your arms rested above your head as your chest heaved with each inhale. He slid out of you, falling next to you on the mattress. His head was spinning.

He had just lost his virginity. Something he had kept so private and locked away. He thought that maybe he’d be a little sad, but he wasn’t. He was beyond joyed to have lost it to someone he cared about so much. He leaned over, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe.

“How...how was that?” He asked, a little apprehensive to hear your answer.

You looked over at him, a flashy smile and a voice full of honesty.

“Severus Snape,” You said; “You are one fast learner.”

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hartigays · 3 years

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Rafebarry from the POV of outsiders like the pouges and kooks who notice their relationship develop<3

doing this one out of order bc it called to me <3 the following povs include: jj, pope, kie, topper, and sarah!

side/minor pairings are jjpope and sarahkie

fic under the cut :-)

the sun is hot on jj’s forehead as he sits in the passenger’s seat of luke’s truck, idling in front of barry’s trailer.

he hates these days. it’s never been jj’s favorite activity, coming along with his dad while he buys drugs with money they should be spending on food.

not to mention, it takes for-fucking-ever. luke tends to get real chatty after his first high of the day, and barry is the type of dealer who’s always just fucked up enough to allow it.

today, however, jj’s forehead is only mildly burnt when luke exits the trailer.

actually, he’s being ushered out by barry, who looks irritated in a way that jj has never seen before. though, to be fair, the only times jj has been around him are when barry’s high or when they’re trying to mutually kick each other’s asses.

luke is grumbling to himself as he climbs into the driver’s seat, fumbling with his keys. obviously already fucked up.

jj eyes him warily, before flickering his gaze back towards the trailer. he’s only a little surprised to see rafe cameron suddenly standing in the doorway with barry, looking like they’re arguing about something.

okay, maybe jj is a lot surprised to see the scene playing out before him. because despite the seemingly heated tone of their conversation, barry has a hand resting on one of rafe’s elbows. it’s almost a tender gesture, and jj has to look away, suddenly feeling like he’s intruding on something.

barry touches rafe the way jj touches pope. and that’s… that’s a bit much to take in, to be honest. because jj sure as hell doesn’t touch pope the way friends are technically supposed to touch each other.

it’s an information overload, and he has no idea what to do with it. jj decides to file the racing thoughts away for later, when he inevitably spills his guts to pope about just exactly what he’s seen at barry’s today.

luke finally gets the truck started, pulling off of barry’s property without even noticing the moment unfolding before them.

jj takes one last look at rafe and barry, crowded in the doorway of the trailer while looking at each other like everything around them has fallen away, like it’s just the two of them left in the world.

interesting.

pope

it’s a sunday afternoon when they come in.

they’re arguing about something, barry looking thrilled by it whereas rafe just looks like he wants to smash his head through the nearest window.

“you ain’t really fished, country club,” pope hears barry saying when they’re close enough, “not til’ you caught a gator.”

pope suppresses a snort. there isn’t a soul in the OBX who’s caught a gator and didn’t come away with a chunk of themselves missing, and typically always empty-handed.

not like he’s going to tell two dickheads like barry or rafe that. if they want to go get chomped to bits by alligators, by all means.

pope is curious about the nature of their relationship, though. it’s interesting, and interesting things never cease to draw him in. (see: jj maybank).

jj had mentioned a few days ago that barry and rafe have seemed… different, recently. ever since then, pope has wondered about it. it’s a curious relationship, so he doesn’t think it’s that weird that he’s been desperately trying to understand it from all angles.

pope also just wants to know if jj is right. if barry and rafe really do have a thing going on. because like he’d told jj, he’ll believe it when he sees it.

it’s not like jj needs to know that he’s been secretly agonizing over it for absolutely no reason for the last three days.

pope stays seated quietly behind the counter, casually flipping through a magazine without really reading it, glancing up every now and then to spy on barry and rafe.

they’re standing by the bait selection, quietly conversing back and forth. pope can’t make out what they’re saying, but based on their expressions, they’re probably just talking about bait.

that is, until rafe passes barry a certain kind of bait with a questioning glance, and barry accepts it with a proud smile. rafe’s cheeks turn bright pink, and when their fingers brush as rafe passes off the bait, his face takes on a nearly scarlet hue.

so, okay, yeah. jj was definitely on the mark. it still makes absolutely no sense, whatsoever, but at the same time, they seem to operate in sync. it’s almost natural, whatever flows between them.

pope watches them walk up to the counter, feigning wariness to hide his curiosity, internally noting that he has a lot of homework to do later.

kie

the wreck is unusually slow tonight. it’s a thursday evening, and usually more patrons show up, pre-gaming their friday night bash with a thursday kickoff.

there are only three families and a few scattered couples seated here and there.

that is, until they walk in.

kie can’t really say that she hasn’t been expecting this. she wishes she could say that, to be quite honest, but jj and pope have made it their personal mission to torment her with information about barry and rafe that she truly never needed or wanted to know.

not that they’re more than likely gay as hell - kiara doesn’t care about that. she’d be a bit of a hypocrite if she did, if she’s being honest. it’s the fact that they’re rafe and barry.

two people who’s fates the cosmos should never have aligned. if what pope and jj say is true, anyway.

somehow, kie hasn’t come up with any reason to doubt it. rafe is crazy, barry is pure chaos in physical form. she imagines they’re like a nuclear bomb waiting to go off, but she also sees how it works.

kie really, really hates that she can see how it works.

there’s another waitress working tonight, and she’s the one to seat the couple. or pair. or whatever they are. kie can’t remember her name - she’s only here for the summer, anyway. nevertheless, she has the inexplicable desire to drag the poor girl away when she attempts to flirt with rafe.

not only because rafe is liable to stab her in a parking lot or something, but also because rafe and barry are clearly on some sort of date.

she doesn’t know why, but after the waitress finally walks away, kiara keeps waiting on bated breath for more people to show up and join rafe and barry’s party. despite the fact that they’ve been seated at a table for two.

no one else shows up.

they spend the evening conversing quietly back and forth, their voices occasionally raising when they get into a little spat about something.

which happens about every ten seconds, if kie has been accurately keeping track.

not that she’s watching them, necessarily. it’s just a bit of a shock, seeing what jj and pope have been telling her for days play out right in front of her, in real time.

they don’t operate like the other couples in the restaurant, that’s for sure. or any sort of couple kie has ever seen before in her entire life. but pope was right, whatever flows between them is freakishly natural.

and that’s why kiara can’t stop watching. she can’t stop honing in on every movement - the way they steadily shift closer throughout the evening, first putting their elbows on the quaint table, scooting them closer and closer until they’re nearly touching, leaning into each other like they’re being pulled together by some magnetic force, unable to stay apart.

it’s like when kie knocks on sarah’s window and watches her come close, pressing into the glass as if she’s being sucked in by some invisible force, the same one that drives sarah across the room towards her, pulling her into her orbit.

kiara shakes her head, trying to shake off the thoughts. she really doesn’t need to be going around equating her relationship with sarah with whatever the fuck is going on between rafe and barry.

whatever it is, though, kie can’t help but note that it’s something light rather than dark. something almost like happiness - something she never actually thought rafe was capable of feeling.

but with the way rafe is looking at barry, their hands now linked together beneath the table where they think no one else can see, kie is starting to rethink just about everything she knows about rafe cameron.

well, maybe not everything. but some things. enough that her head will be full for the foreseeable future. all because of barry and rafe fucking cameron of all people.

what the fuck.

topper

“you’ve been gone for like, weeks, dude,” topper says, eyeing rafe from across the table.

they’re at the figure eight country club, having drinks (on topper, of course) and a light lunch. it’d been topper’s idea. rafe had merely reluctantly agreed, claiming he had nothing else going on today.

he’d sounded almost like he was pouting about something. now that he’s seated across from topper, he can clearly see that rafe is definitely pouting about something.

which isn’t unusual, per se. but it is unusual that rafe isn’t bitching about whatever it is.

to be fair, rafe has been different these days. topper doesn’t really know what’s going on with him at all, their lives having suddenly and unexpectedly diverged for reasons topper still doesn’t understand.

it’s not like rafe was his best friend or anything - the guy’s a dick more often than not. but they had been friends at least, and confided in one another from time to time. guy to guy.

topper still wonders what happened, to this day. he doesn’t think rafe will ever tell him, though. not fully. and that’s okay, topper isn’t, like, desperately interested or anything, but a bit of an explanation would be nice. even a half-assed one.

“i’ve had shit going on,” rafe finally answers, as vague as can be.

topper rolls his eyes. “obviously. come on, man. i just want to know what’s been up with you lately.”

“you mean you want to know what’s been up with sarah,” rafe corrects, taking a long sip of his beer.

and okay, yeah, maybe topper’s desire to get back in touch with rafe has a little something to do with wanting to know what sarah’s been up to. but he does want to know whats been going on with rafe, too. that wasn’t a lie. he’d just omitted some details, sue him.

“yeah, okay,” topper agrees, not bothering with lying. “but i’ve also been wondering about you, man. you just kinda. disappeared.”

rafe picks at his burger, before pushing it away with a sigh. “shit happens, top.”

it’s so far from an explanation that topper kind of wants to throttle him all of a sudden, but rafe doesn’t give him the chance. his phone starts ringing, and he pulls it out with a triumphant smile, like he’s just won something.

something he’s definitely very, very smug about.

topper thinks he hears something along the lines of ‘m fuckin’ outside you little shithead brat coming from the person on the other end of the line.

rafe just smiles wider, putting on an innocent look even though whoever he’s talking to can’t see him. “coming!”

listen. listen. rafe fucking sing-songs it. topper feels like he’s been punched directly in the solar plexus. his mind reels.

topper is nowhere close to catching up, but rafe is already standing up and excusing himself, saying he has somewhere to be and thanking topper for the lunch half-heartedly, not contributing anything towards the bill.

typical rafe.

topper latches onto that familiarity to get his brain working again, shoving himself back from the table and racing out of the club, tossing a few too many bills on the table as he runs out. he practically chases rafe down, tumbling out the front doors as rafe is crossing the parking lot.

rafe comes to a stop next to some guy on a motorcycle, and neither of them have seen topper yet, clearly. because in the next moment rafe is pulling off the guy’s helmet and kissing barry the fucking coke dealer right on the mouth, tongue and all.

topper almost blacks out on the steps.

instead, he steadies himself on the railing of the staircase, shouting across the parking lot, “what the fuck, rafe?”

the reaction topper gets is not the one he was expecting. rafe just grins like a shark, then climbs on the back of barry’s bike. he wraps his arms around barry’s waist, then he taps barry twice, and they’re speeding out of the parking lot.

“we are so fucking talking about this!” topper yells after them, his head still spinning.

the roar of the motorcycle drowns out the noise.

sarah

she isn’t sure what wakes her up at first.

for a moment, sarah thinks kie is at her window. she frowns in confusion, still half-asleep, wondering why kie would be here without texting or calling first.

they always text or call first.

when sarah sits up and looks over at her window, there’s nothing there. but she knows she heard something, something that roused her from her peaceful slumber.

there it is again. it sounds like a squeaking noise, like an old window or a screen door opening. a moment later, quiet voices, drifting through the vent in her bedroom.

sarah wonders if it’s ward, if he’s having some secret meeting that would be truly invaluable to overhear.

she scrambles out of bed, tip-toeing to her air vent and sinking down to her knees. she leans closer, then closer still. all she can here are soft voices - she can’t make out any words. whatever the conversation is about, it’s interspersed with giggles and gasps.

oh. oh my god. ward is cheating, he has to be. and wouldn’t that be such sweet justice? catching ward in the act of something he can’t deny? something that could potentially keep rose from continuing to feed his endless greed?

sarah stands up and races across her room as quietly as she can, poking her head out the door and looking around before creeping into the hallway. she quietly makes her way to ward’s office, stopping just outside and leaning close to listen.

silence.

if they’re done already, that’s pretty pathetic on ward’s part, sarah thinks. but then she hears it again, the soft cacophony of sounds, only louder this time.

sarah follows the noise, her curiosity getting to the better of her. it leads her straight to rafe’s bedroom.

she really should’ve known better than to open the door.

“oh my god! oh my god? oh my god.” sarah slaps her hands over her eyes, already trying to scrub the image of barry on top of her brother from her mind.

she just walked in on rafe. having sex. with barry.

sarah feels a little faint.

“jesus christ, sarah, would you get the fuck out?” sarah hears rafe snap, and she fumbles for the doorknob, slamming the door shut quickly.

she backs away in horror, practically bolting back to her room and flinging herself onto her bed. sarah grabs her phone, firing off a few texts to the group chat.

sarah: SOS!!! walked in on barry and rafe…

sarah: oh god

sarah: i can’t even say it

jj: were they? y’know

jj: like

jj: brokeback mountain style or

pope: jesus christ jj

pope: that’s disgusting

pope: ………

pope: but for real though were they?

john b: i’d also like to know

kie: you know what count me in too

sarah: oh my god.

sarah: i hate all of you.

sarah has the most useless friends on the planet, and the drug dealer is fucking her brother. frankly, she’s had enough for one night.

sarah tosses her phone onto the floor and puts a pillow over her face, drifting back into her blissful state of unconsciousness. she’s not awake to hear rafe and barry start up again.

thank fucking god for small mercies.

#rafebarry #outer banks #pov alternating #anyway i’m really proud of this one soooo i hope u enjoy!!!#mwah thank u for requesting 💓#my fics #ask #anon

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mrskurono · 2 years

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Hi Three! Thanks for replying to me. I hope your week is going well <3

I really just wanted to have a more clear mind and “detox” because my last job was so toxic. I didn’t even realize how much I needed this break until I realized how catty my former supervisor was. Anyway, I’m currently at home trying to plan ahead for getting into grad school but I’ll apply to jobs again. You’re right! Personal wellness is so important.

Ugh, I can imagine that once I’m married to Bokuto it gets worse because he has pictures of us on our wedding day, pictures of our kids, etc. His teammates have to deal with him showing off all the time XD Oh gosh, I forgot that Iwa was an only child but I totally agree with you! That warms my heart that he cherishes time and attention.

Kageyama is a cutie! I only selfship with 3 Haikyuu men but I can never forget the ones I liked First so I feel that 😂

I’m so close to finishing season 1 but I love the show! It’s really interesting plot wise and I have such soft spots for some of the characters. I haven’t read the manga yet! The main reason I started it was because you and Rae started talking about it. But when I saw the “mommy milkers” or muscles of characters in one of your posts/Rae’s(?) posts I knew I was done for. I was like “I must watch this” but it took me a few weeks to finally do it aha

Ugh, Obi is one of my types but I didn’t know he’s an Aries! Yeah, I love that he’s so important even in the first season. He’s so jacked! It’s crazy! I will say I would also like to be strong as hell like Obi! It’s okay Three, I’m only 5’0 so I’d look like a child next to him 😂

Aww, I totally agree! I can see him sobbing because he really didn’t expect it but he’d be so sweet about it. He’d be telling everyone about it aha. I’d fall for him because of his dad energy. The moment I see him talk and interact with kids, I’ve fallen for him. He definitely respects his significant other.

Wah! I’ve seen Kurono but not in the anime yet! I will say the other Fire Force man I’m interested in is Waka but Obi is my main one for now lol

I hope you have a great day and take care Three 💕

-😊 anon

Of course ♡ And honestly not to bad, the mom rage is only mildly simmering aside the pms rage. I hope your hump day has treated you well!

Toxic work environments are soul sucking. I mean jobs as a whole are soul sucking but it's worse day in and day out with coworkers who make it worse. I didn't hate my coworkers but I'm also not sorry to not go back to work either bc you can only deal with drama so much. So I'm glad you've put yourself first! ♡

Bokuto is borderline annoying with photos I think we can all agree on that 😂 But its a good thing he has a certain charm to him that keeps people from wanting to strangle him every time he rolls up with a photo album of the last six months of your family life 😂

Kags was far from the first one I liked (RIP sorry Hinata) but he's definitely stuck with me as my fav even over Atsumu shhh

That was me and the mommy milkers thing 😂😂😂 The irony? I hate the bara body type on dudes I can't see Obi or Vulcan sexually at all 😂 But to be fair...once you get more Vulcan, I'm pretty sure you and Rae will have a lot to talk about for that man 😂😏 But Fire Force is still one of those shows that you literally enjoy everyone. I've yet to encounter a character I don't enjoy to some capacity. And the writing is <333

I might be 5'8 but damn well I'm gonna take on Obi, it's in my Aires blood to do so

Obi oozes daddy energy but like in the purest way possible so he gets my seal of approval. I adore Obi as a character. Not sexually attracted to him but him and I can chill in a hot tub five feet apart bc we're not gay 😂

Shhh....just...just ignore Kurono he's....something....I still can't explain myself, that's just my husband and I love him more than any 2d man ever >.>

Waka has a soft spot. He reminds me of Rae so I do still kinda have a soft spot for a tiny lil angry pisces of a man <3

#just...just ignore kurono #i dont wanna explain myself XD #he's an interesting character ok and manga kurono gets kinda maybe nicer I swear XD #hes just...something ok #but he's my husband #im almost sure you'll like vulcan heheh #i hope you day is well <3 #😊.♡#three.talks #anon

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I was firmly in the camp of reylo is misogynist, that it sucks that little girls look up to Rey and her and countless other media are glorifying shitty men. But seeing tros mildly made me ship them. I think it helps that he’s dead, but I feel like him saving Rey, literally giving his life to Rey at the end feels like adequate “redemption” to me. I mean he was irredeemably evil, but he died so I feel like it’s an ok fictional arc. Do you think his portrayal was sexist?

SPOILERS

Over time in fandom I've noticed that there's a lot of overlap when someone talks about if a character is sexist. For example

Is the character intentionally written to be a sexist person?

Does the story itself seem to consciously or unconsciously advocate a sexist view or ideology?

In a binary good/bad fictional universe does one character do sexist things but seem to not be suitably "punished" to the moral standard of that universe? Or criticised, but insufficiently so?

Is the overall arc of the story or characters evocative of tropes that are widely seen as sexist or regressive?

Any or all of these can get lobbed at a franchise or a character, but they mean pretty different interpretations, and the listener (or fan) may take some as a personal attack of their entertainment taste, or even their personal integrity. So it really helps to be specific, as much as reasonably possible, when you enter fan discussions you know will be emotionally loaded.

Before we get into my opinion, I first want to tell you that it's okay to like a pairing that makes other people uncomfortable, and it's okay to like a pairing that lands on any of the 4 ways listed above. Liking asshole characters, or wanting the asshole and the hero to kiss--that is what entertainment is for. While fiction certainly can affect us, for 99.99 % of adults, shipping has zero affect on our IRL behavior. If you have children, especially 13 and under, then I think that it's worth it to examine the media they consume, and have discussions about the complexities of human attraction, and what is safe. If you are yourself a young person, I think it's okay to ask an adult (hopefully a wise one) to talk through what you see on screen, and how it makes you feel about relationships. Hell, I'm an adult and I like to talk about it.

Now I'm jumping to the assumption for the rest of this that you [reader] are at least an older teen or an adult, and capable of consuming fiction with reasonable distance and judgement.

Re: shipping Reylo in RotS - sure, if you want to. The movie certainly puts A LOT in that basket and while I did not like watching it or the in-film circumstances that brought it about, they put that pairing in there to entertain people and if you were entertained then JJ & Disney's goal was achieved. That is no judgment for or against your morals. It's just stuff that happens in the movie. (And by far not even the worst part of the movie. At least it means someone's relationship had an arc of some kind that resolved.)

Now going back up to my numbers--I think Reylo definitely fits #4, but personally I have shipped plenty of bad man / good woman tropey relationships, as has almost anyone who's ever been active in fandom. So who cares. In the last 4 years I've definitely joked about reylo as a garbage ship, or the people doing it having bad taste, but that's just an opinion. I've even eased off of that kind of humor (though i still will shittalk kylo) because, well, shipper trash talk is a lot less fun when people become obnoxious cyberbullies.

For my personal opinion, I liked Reylo in ep 8 because I saw it as a case of the hero getting involved with a dangerous, selfish person. And over the course of the movie she tries to pull him out of his violent cycles, but he shuts her down. So she dumps him and moves on. I like that story, and I thought it was pretty bold to go against the bad boy romance trope in that way. I also thought it was important for Rey to try to save him in that context, and that it was okay she failed. Both characters were interesting and their dynamic was interesting.

Unfortunately, ep 9 is a whole different basket of kittens. The story swings back the opposite way, and Rey unlearns her lesson, and even though he'd been given an incredible number of times to repent before, suddenly Kylo repents now for a frustratingly unexplained reasons. Is it because Rey touched his chest? Because his mom died while contacting him? Because he had food poisoning? I don't know, and bc the movie didnt care, I don't care either. In RotS, actions have zero consequences, characters don't have visible emotional responses to things, and nothing matters.

Looking st the whole series, what do I personally think of Kylo switching sides? I think it's horseshit, because we don't know why he did, and because he's already genocided at least two planets. P.L.A.N.E.T.S. Not to mention killing his family and torturing the other main characters. It's hard to compare Kylo to other fictional "reformed" bad guys because the scope of Star Wars is so beyond anything else. About the only comparable thing for me would be Vegita in Dragonball Z, and his change was waaaaaaaay better because it look years and it was never about his moral alignment in the first place. Unfortunately, in SW everything is about moral alignment. And looking at his crimes, Kylo was as far gone as someone can be. I wasn't interested in seeing him saved, let alone redeemed, and I wasn't convinced by how it played out. I rolled my eyes a lot. So I guess I land on #3 as one of my chief complaints about it. Except that's not really sexism so much as me not liking genocidal characters. And I guess somewhat about the violence he does to her personally.

One last thing:

BEN SOLO KYLO REN WAS NOT "REDEEMED."

HE WAS, AT BEST, SAVED.

HAVING YOUR SOUL "SAVED" AND BEING BROUGHT TO A MORAL AWAKENING IS NOT REDEMPTION.

REDEMPTION REQUIRES SERVICE. BOTH VADER AND KYLO WERE SAVED BEFORE THEIR DEATHS. THEY WERE NOT REDEEMED.

This is still worthwhile--if you believe in an afterlife, then saving a soul for heaven or the light side or whatever, that has significance. But don't say Kylo or Ben was redeemed. He wasn't. There is a difference.

#Reylo #rise of the Skywalker #star wars #star wars episode 9 spoilers #sw episode ix #episode 9 #jj abrams #kylo ren #anti kylo ren #ben solo #rise of skywalker #the rise of skywalker #rise of Skywalker spoilers #star wars spoilers

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saveme-ruinme · 7 years

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Sugar & Spice (M) | 02

~ Sugar Daddy AU ~ Wonho x Reader ~ smut ~ Rated M ~

// 01 //

Word Count: 5k

A/N: bruh. bruh. bruuuuuh. soz this took me so long smut is fuckin hard to write also soz if this sucks bc ive never written proper smut befooooore.

“Don’t eat so fast,” Hoseok laughs as you scarf down your food. “You’ll get sick and then we won’t be able to get dessert.”

“You should know by now that I always get dessert, doesn’t matter what state I’m in,” you remind him, nonetheless listening to him anyway and trying not to eat your steak in one bite.

“How could I forget? You love sweet things.”

That sentence makes you pause in your eating. It sounded like an observation because you did love sugar more than anything else, but his tone dipped slightly making it sound darker and more suggestive than it should be. He had been doing that since the two of you left his apartment.

Every time you thought that the stifling sexual tension between you had simmered down, Hoseok would say something or look at you differently and it would return tenfold weighing heavily on your chest. Then he’d give you that cute smile that you loved making you believe you imagined that seductive suggestions that passed through his lips. To be perfectly honest you had reached the point where you would willingly give it up whether he was being cute or sexy. You were so far gone, you had become a victim to your addiction to him unable to resist the temptation that Hoseok presents you with.

You were having trouble looking at him, unable to get the image of sweaty, smirking Hoseok out of you head. You hoped he hadn’t noticed how you’ve only glanced at him only a handful of times since he got out of the shower. Still, you were surprised that you remained relatively civil despite the fact that your underwear was probably soaked through with arousal. Luckily you had recently bought a new vibrator and fully intend on putting it to good use once you got home. Oh, the suffering Hoseok put you through, you were convinced it was going to kill you one day.

“Oh! Did you finish that track you were working on?” you ask in an attempt to distract yourself from the heat that blazed through your body.

Hoseok was mildly surprised to hear you ask about his job. He didn’t really talk about his work that often as he preferred to hear about your life than to dwell on his own. “I did, I think it went really well.”

He felt bad, here you were being nice and pleasant to him and all he was thinking about was how much he wanted to fuck you. Hoseok had masturbated in the shower after you had shown up at his apartment to the thought of you, the look of open shock and adoration and lust was the only thing he kept thinking about. The way your pupils dilated at the sight of him, the blush that dusted your cheeks and reached the tips of your ears, the way your mouth parted slightly from being surprised. Oh, the things he could do with your pretty mouth.

"Will you let me listen to it?" you lean forward excitedly, a playful grin spread across you face.

Hoseok couldn't help but mirror your grin. "You know I'm not allowed to show you."

He couldn't help but smirk at your petulant behaviour, snickering at the annoyed sigh you let out. He imagined that your petulant behaviour in other situations. Situations where he can use it against you, teasing you to tears and making you beg for him to give in and finally bring you relief. You had grown very content with him in these past few weeks. You had gotten too used to getting what you wanted from him that when he said no you would throw a little fit; pouting and pleading with him until he caved. Which he almost always did, there were very few things Hoseok denied you, and half of those very few things was because you refused to accept them.

Unfortunately, the music he made full under the things he wasn't allowed to give you, for contractual reasons. That didn't stop him from enjoying you huffy behaviour, unconsciously licking his lips as his mind turned dark as he thought up a whole heap of scenarios that would cause you to sulk, which he would use against you until you were crying for him to stop and keep going at the same time unable to pick because you'd be lost in the spaces between just enough and too much. Being in public was your one saving grace, because if you two had been in the privacy of his own home he would've been on the other side of the table and devouring you before you could blink.

It seemed as if the heat was getting to Hoseok; you noted how pink his cheeks had become and how the dark colour of his eyes were beginning to become swallowed by his pupils that had started to dilate. Then he had to go and stick out his tongue, swiping it quickly over his pretty pink lips that you already had a hard time trying not to look at. Still, you couldn't help but flick your gaze when his tongue peeked out of his mouth to moisten his lips. You didn't understand what had him all hot and bothered, but you definitely knew why you had started to become a bit too warm, with the heat blazing the most between your legs.

Shifting around on your chair slightly to try and unsuccessfully relieve some of the pressure, you were forced to take refuge in the bathroom, mumbling an excuse before hurrying away almost knocking over one of the waiters in the process. You tried to not remember the continuous image that ran through your head of Hoseok's hot, wet tongue sliding out of his mouth and along his lips teasingly.

You were so preoccupied with trying to get away that you didn't notice Hoseok getting up immediately and following after you, expertly dodging the waiter you almost knocked over. If you had of noticed him following you, then you would've been prepared for the foot that jammed itself in the door before you could close it. Nonetheless, you hadn't been paying attention, and were very much shocked when the door wouldn't close properly. And when you glance up to find out who was stopping you from hiding away in the bathroom, Hoseok's large body was already pushing through the door frame.

"Hoseok- what-" you couldn't formulate words as you watched him kick the door shut, locking it behind him.

The restaurant he had taken you to was one of those fancy places with the stand alone bathrooms, so that each toilet was in its own separate room instead of the stalls like at McDonalds. Hoseok was especially grateful since it granted him the privacy needed to ruin you.

He crossed the room over to you in two steps, wrapping his thick arms around you and pulling you tight against his body. You could feel the hardness of his chest pressed against your soft breasts, his arms like steel caging you against him so there was no space between you. You felt every breath he took, his chest pushing up against yours as he inhaled sharply. Slowly the air in your lungs seemed to disappear as you struggled to comprehend the situation you found yourself in. Hoseok was pinning you with a hard stare, almost no colour left in his eyes as he peered into the depths of your soul, finding the desire you have burning for him buried there.

"I want you," he breathes, the hot air fanning against your face. "Let me have you, please."

The words get stuck in your throat. You've lost yourself in the heat of his gaze, allowing his lust to swallow you whole. You nod stupidly, jerking your head hoping that would be a good enough answer. He leans forward and for a hopeful second you think he's going to kiss you. At the last second, he dodges your mouth, brushing his lips against your cheek and softly biting your earlobe causing you to gasp, pulling on it with his teeth until it slips from his mouth.

By now you're a quivering mess, desperately holding onto his sides in an attempt to ground yourself. Not that it works, the muscle there was like steel under your fingertips. It made you want to explore the rest of his body, wondering if there was any part of him that was as soft as the heart that existed underneath his toned exterior.

"I need to hear you say it, baby, I want to hear you say it," the words drip like honey from his tongue, and you wonder if they taste just as sweet. "Say it, tell me what I want to hear."

"Yes," it slips out in a whisper, the consent of your darkest desires. "You can have me, please Hoseok, I need you."

When he hears his name come from your mouth, breathless and pleading for him, the last wisps of his self-control that he desperately held on to turns to ashes in his fingers as his lips find yours in a searing kiss that sets his body ablaze. He burns hot from your kiss, stealing the air from your lungs and replacing it with the fire that you've ignited in him.

You can't breathe, you can't think, the only thing you are aware of anymore is Hoseok when his tongue touches yours. His presence captures your mind, and invades every part of your being, filling you like smoke. His mouth is pressed hard against yours and it’s your sweetest nightmare come true with how hard he kissed you. It feels like all Hoseok’s yearning for you has erupted, and there is nothing you can do but let it swallow you whole.

He pulls away for a moment, gasping for air. It feels like you’ve been kissing for hours, or was it seconds? Time has lost all meaning in the cramped bathroom. You feel lightheaded and you don’t know whether it’s from the intensity of that kiss or the lack of oxygen but you can’t find it within yourself to care. All you can focus on is the colour dusted along Hoseok’s cheeks making his face seem brighter and the way he stares at you, dark and seductive with only one thing swirling around inside that pretty head of his. It’s increasingly difficult for you to get your breath back.

Once Hoseok feels like his lungs aren’t burning anymore, he closes the distance between you, taking his time getting nearer. He enjoys watching the way you squirm, little gusts of air leaving your parted mouth unevenly and he’s struck with the urge to stick his fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them. A wave of arousal pulses through his entire body at the thought of your hot tongue swirling around his fingers as you suck them deeper into your mouth.

Jesus fuck, he curses trying not to break to cool façade he has put up to tease you. If I’m already this fuckin’ hard just thinking about it, I might cum when she actually does it.

Despite becoming almost dizzy from the thought, Hoseok presses himself against you, smirking all the while. You were oblivious to the fact that you could easily break him out of his faux arrogance, pinned underneath his heated gaze and lost to any kind of rational and conscious thought. He was glad that you didn’t know how weak he was for you because for now he could use it to his advantage to endlessly tease you. There was no doubt in his mind that you would do the same once you figured him out, until then he wanted to keep you in a lustful haze, thoroughly enjoying your wide-eyed innocent expression.

You gasp in surprise when Hoseok pushes himself against you, effectively trapping you against bathroom wall, and you feel his arousal pressed tight against you. There is no space between you too- he made sure that you could feel every part of him on your own body. He was like steel, rigid and hot against your soft and pliant body. It was intoxicating.

He was intoxicating.

Especially when he was determined to feel your soft body, running his hands along every part of you he could reach. You were mesmerised by his hands gliding along your clothed flesh, squeezing at every handful he could grab.

“You feel nice,” he says against your lips, grabbing a handful of your ass. “So soft and squishy, I like it. Don’t you want to touch me too?”

The pout on his face doesn’t match the way he’s shamelessly groping you. You always suspected he had somewhat of a praise kink since he was always complimenting himself just so you would agree with him. Hoseok liked to show off, enjoying the praise he got when he did something good, and you were always more than willing to give it. He has given you way too much for you not to say every nice thing you could think of when the opportunity arose.

“I can already feel all of you,” you reply breathlessly.

Hoseok struggles to keep the pout on his face, elated at your response. “But I want to feel your hands on me,” he whines, nudging his nose against your cheek.

“Okay,” you say more to yourself than to him, awkwardly lifting your arms to feel him.

Your fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt before you bravely venture underneath, pressing your palms flat against his lower abdomen. Sliding your hands up, you feel the ridges of his abs, the muscle taunt underneath your fingertips. It’s an erotic experience standing in a bathroom feeling Hoseok’s muscled body. He shivers when you flick your fingers against his nipples, and you feel his body flex in response.

More excited than ever, Hoseok bravely slides his hand between your legs, dipping inside your tights to press his fingers against your clothed core. It becomes hard for you to think with his hand stuffed down your pants, creating delicious friction; his fingers rubbing against your clit through your underwear. His tongue slides against your neck, hot and wet, tasting the skin there. You squirm against him, opening your body for him to please.

You realise belatedly that you could come like this. Hoseok suckling softly on the skin above your collarbone just enough to not leave marks, and his fingers driving your into a lust filled haze. You had always been incredibly sensitive, but this was a new level of ridiculous; being able to get off from clitoral stimulation over your underwear in a restaurant bathroom.

"Hoseok, wait," you gasp out.

At your words, he stops immediately. His fingers pause in their ministrations but he doesn't withdraw them - leaving them pressed hard against your clit. You wish he would pull his hand out of your pants, it's difficult for you to concentrate when the only thing you can think about is the way your clit throbs from the lack of attention. He pulls away from your neck, glancing over you worriedly and it makes you want to cry because he's so damn considerate and all you can think about is how much you want to come.

"Are you alright? Am I going too fast for you? Because we can stop if you want," he rambles, cupping your face and gently stroking his thumb across your cheek.

"No- no- no- I'm fine," you're quick to reassure him, not wanting him to think you didn't want him to dick you down by the end of the day. "It's just that I don't think we should have sex in a bathroom. We haven't even finished our meal."

Hoseok looks stunned, scanning the room around him like he just remembered where the two of you were. "Oh my God," he whispers, horrified at himself. "I was going to fuck you for the first time in a bathroom."

His casual admission of actually wanting to have sex with you makes you flustered, even if it did sound a bit strange coupled with his innocent, appalled tone. Pure adoration breaks you out of your haze, just so you can admire how cute Hoseok is seconds after he was intent on trying to make your orgasm.

"It's okay," you chuckle. "I'm not opposed to semi-public sex, it's just that I think the waiter is going to notice we're missing."

You watch as Hoseok's cheeks colour pink as he blushes in embarrassment at the thought of something finding the two of you messing around in a bathroom. This was one of his favourite restaurants, he'd hate to never come back here because of this even if he did enjoy the slight exhibitionism and thrill of being caught. His sheepish expression makes you smile so wide it feels like your face is going to split.

"Ah-you're probably hungry and I'm distracting you from eating. We should go back, you need to eat."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Hoseok, we can eat later. I'm so sexually frustrated that I might explode if you don't do something about it."

Hoseok is silent for a long moment, studying your face. You say nothing but stare back at him. Heat climbs into your cheeks at your outburst, hoping that he does something other than just look at you. Anxiety bubbles in the pit of your stomach, filling you with unease as he studies you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking; his eyes were dark and hooded, and his face was unreadable- no emotion you could easily detect present. Or maybe you were just bad at reading people, you didn't even know he was going to follow you into the bathroom.

You wish you could read his mind. You know that he wants to fuck you - he admitted to you a minute ago, but did you come off as too desperate and turn him off? Does he not like you anymore? Did you ruin the moment? Paranoia starts to taint your mind, dampening your arousal as the seconds tick by, effectively ruining the moment.

"Let's go back to my place," he says finally, dragging you out of the bathroom.

Inside the safety of Hoseok's apartment, there is no more hesitation or waiting. There is no teasing or taking time to explore each other. The both of you are much too desperate for that; pushing up against each other, needing to feel his body against your own. The frustration that has mounted between the two of you for months has finally broken, filling and freeing you from the sexual desperation that has been plaguing you since you met Hoseok. It's messy, the way your mouths are clashed together, tugging carelessly at clothing, not knowing whether you were undressing Hoseok or yourself, only knowing that your clothes were falling away as the two of you tripped around each other going to his bedroom.

He's stealing your breath again, seemingly sucking the air right out of your lungs to fill his. You're memorising the inside of his mouth with your tongue, familiarising yourself with the taste of him. Hoseok is groping at your body; his hands are warm against your bare skin, feeding into the fire coursing through you and converging between your legs.

You don't even realise that you've made it to his bedroom until he's separated himself from you and you're falling onto the soft sheets of his bed. There a second for you to admire Hoseok's naked glory; skin glistening from the sheen of sweat that covers his skin, chest heaving from being out of breath. Your eyes are drawn to the outline of his cock straining through his briefs. Subconsciously you press your legs together to unsuccessfully relieve some of the pressure building there.

Hoseok regards you with his hooded gaze, noting your erect nipples and the way you clamp your legs together. Curious, he kneels on the bed, crawling his way over to you skimming his hands along your legs as he goes. He parts your thighs gently, unable to look away from the wet spot staining your underwear. Your body flushes all over as you struggle with self-consciousness, resisting the urge to close your legs. You don't though, the hungry look in Hoseok's eyes is enough for you to spread them a little wider, slipping your fingers under the waistband of your underwear.

He watches you slide your underwear down your legs, unable to take his eyes off the way your free yourself from the flimsy scrap of fabric that is stained with your arousal. Once they were off, you tossed them aside and swallowed your anxiety and fear, parting your legs once again, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt. Almost subconsciously, his tongue darts out swiping over his lips with the need to taste you. He couldn't help himself as he ran his thumb over your wet heat, coating it in your arousal and pressing it against your clit making you shiver.

"Hoseok," you moaned out, squirming as he toyed with you. "Please, please don't tease- I can't take it."

"No?" Hoseok pushes his thumb inside of you, as far as he could go. Your walls clenched around his thumb and he bit his lip as another wave of dizzying arousal washed through his body. You whined at him, gripping at his sheets and writhing from his teasing. "Are you not enjoying this?"

You were- you were enjoying this way too much, but it wasn't enough. "Pleeeease Hoseok- I need you- I need more."

Begging. He couldn't believe he had reduced you to begging, he always thought that he would be the one to beg for any kind of satisfaction. But here you were, naked in his bed, writhing around moaning and begging for him. Hoseok struggled to think about anything else other than burying his cock inside you. God, he was so close to coming, already so close and you two had hardly done anything.

"Alright baby, I'll give you more."

Faster than you could comprehend, Hoseok had stood up and whipped off his briefs, exposing himself to you. His cocks stands proudly against his abdomen, pink, thick and already leaking with precum. Your mouth waters at the sight of it, and you’re desperate to taste him, becoming more than eager to choke on it. Without thinking, you reach out for it while he was in the middle of putting on a condom, much too excited to have him in your mouth. Hoseok catches your hand before you can touch him, his free hand on your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“No, I’m going to come as soon as you do,” he scolds, pushing you back on the bed.

You scramble to sit up, not even noticing the loss of his teasing demeanour in your desperation for him. “I want to suck you off.”

“No,” Hoseok says again, forcing you on your back and moving to hover over you, holding your thighs open so you couldn’t move. “I’ve been waiting too long to be inside you, I can’t wait anymore.”

Hoseok uses his strength against you, pinning you to the bed so you wouldn't distract him from his mission to properly fuck you. His cock was throbbing something awful, making his desperate to bury himself inside of you, needing to feel you drenched walls around him. He holds himself up above you on his hands, crowding you with his large frame. You're surprised by his size, as he seems much bigger than usual as he hovers over you. Your whimper when you feel his cock sliding against your core as he leans down to kiss you.

You try to shift your hips, craving any sort of friction against your swollen clit. There has barely been any proper foreplay but it feels like you've come twice with how sensitive you are. Though you couldn’t care less about foreplay, you were aching to be filled, to be stretched open by his cock. Your whole body was tense with anticipation.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, reaching to grip his ass to press his hips closer against yours. “Please, Hoseok, please I need you to fuck me.”

Hoseok was in no mood to play games anymore. He had reached his limit long ago. He couldn’t ignore the way his cock pulsated at your pleading, he was far too consumed by his arousal to care about anything else anymore. Every part of him screamed with the need to be inside you.

A part of him did want to taste you, to feel you orgasm on your tongue but he shoved that thought away, promising to eat you until you passed out later.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he presses his mouth against yours, swallowing your cries as he buries his cock inside of you.

You're so wet that there is no resistance when he pushes inside. It makes you clench around him as he fills you up. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes from being overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of being deliciously stretched open and filled so good that you were questioning your belief in god. He’s thick, and harder than steel inside of you that it makes your eyes roll.

Hoseok curses once he’s seated deep inside of you. “You feel so good, baby, holy shit.”

You whine his name again, bucking your hips against his to get him to move, desperate for any kind of friction. You could feed your orgasm building quickly; the months you spent sexually frustrated made you sensitive and you’ve become fucking greedy for any kind of sexual contact. All you want in this moment is for Hoseok to ruthlessly pound you into the mattress.

Hoseok moans and presses your hips into his bed, preventing you from moving. He buries his head in your neck; you can feel him breathing against your neck. “I’m not gonna- fuck- wait.”

He can feel it right there, your wet warmth has him already so close to his orgasm. He should be embarrassed by the fact that he’s ready to come so early when you’ve barely done anything to him, but he’s been waiting to have you for months. Hoseok has dreamed about this moment for months now, he doesn’t want it to end – the overwhelming sensation of being inside your soaking heat, clenching around him so hard it feels like he couldn’t pull out if he tried. Not that he wants to.

But he’s more than aware that you need more stimulation than that. Gently, he wraps an arm around your waist, moving away from your neck to look at you. You’re caught off guard by the way he looks at you; open adoration and desire, looking at you like all his dreams have come true. You’re sure that you have the same expression on your face, not quite believing that you’re lying in his bed and Hoseok is balls deep inside of you. He looks ethereal, flushed from sex; his pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed and sweat collecting at his forehead. You feel like the luckiest person on earth to be able to see him in such a vulnerable state.

Without any warning for you, Hoseok tilts his hips back and starts a hard pace, knocking the breath out of you and drowning you in the intoxicating sensation of his cock filling you up over and over again. His hips rock against yours violently that it causes you to become mindless, only able to focus on the intense pleasure pooling between your legs. You’re unable to do anything but cling to him.

Fingertips dig into Hoseok’s skin, nails biting at him. You don’t even realise that you’re doing it – or that he enjoys the pain as he scrapes his teeth along the column of your neck in return. Kissing is much too difficult when you’re barely able to comprehend anything other than the irresistible stimulation of Hoseok’s body pushing inside of yours. Nor do you realise how vocal you’ve gotten, moaning out his name. Hoseok certainly notices, and he has to fight with everything he has not to come from the sound of you desperately moaning out his name. His name has never sounded more pleasing than it did coming from your mouth as you repeated it like a prayer.

Your desire reaches a crescendo as Hoseok reaches between your bodies, fingers carelessly rubbing at your clit, lighting the nerve endings there on fire. Your back arches off the bed pressing your chest into his and your whole body shudders violently from your orgasm. You’re aware of nothing other than the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through your body that leaves you breathless.

Hoseok comes the second you do, set off by the way your body shudders against his and he has to hold your hips in place so that he doesn’t accidentally pull out and ruin his orgasm. He buries his cock as deep as he could, relishing the way your walls clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth as he spills into the condom. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wishes there wasn’t the thin barrier of the condom.

You don’t know how much time has passed when you come down from your high, panting and sweaty, boneless from your powerful orgasm. You’ve never come that hard in your entire life, and it makes it difficult for you to keep your eyes open as it has completely exhausted you. Hoseok isn’t much better than you, not wanting to pull out and end the peaceful moment after such an earth-shattering orgasm. But when the pain of overstimulation kicks in, he’s forced to slip out, smirking when you shudder from the feeling.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing soft kisses against your cheeks and the corner of your mouth.

You breathe out an affirmative response, unable to fight to keep your eyes open any longer.

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WELCOME BACK!

<3 I really missed you, and it’s so great to hear you had fun! (and omg yes so ready to see all those beautiful pics)

Yaaayyyy join me in MCU feels hell. And oooh, you have a ship for the fandom now! Like, Stoki’s still my favorite Steve pairing but Stony’s really cool too…you know I ship almost everything XD (also am I the only person who sorta hated almost everyone by the end of CW? Like, of course they’re still my favs and there are still some cinnamon rolls, but, come on. Why couldn’t you all just get along ;-;)

Speaking of Illumi, do you know that Hisoka/Illumi is an incredibly popular ship in the HxH fandom? Probably because both of them are so horrible that they have like 0 friends other than each other. Nobody else wants to hang out with these losers. (Chrollo tolerates Hisoka and the adults in Illumi’s family seem to spend enough time with him to give him orders, but that’s about it.) It’s a trash ship with two trashy people and tbh I love it XD

So continuing with the eye jokes, imagine. Hisoillu version of Helpless. Hisoillu version of Satisfied.

“Look into his eyes and the sky’s the limit”

“Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame”

(I know you did thise one before but still) “But when I fantasize at night, it’s Illumi’s eyes”

just, I’m imagining animatics for this with the ‘camera’ zooming in on Illumi’s dead fish eyes every time the lyrics mention them. It’s hilarious and also mildly terrifying

(though I guess if we’re actually making a Hamilton AU Hisoka’s way more likely to do something like Say No To This…)

idk if I’d want to be a parent either really LOL. Kids are adorable but I don’t think I’ll ever be responsible enough to raise one…

If Ishida makes a plot twist or something about it being someone else pretending to be Hide I'm actually gonna get mad. Dude. Not only would that bring the Hide feels right back it’d just make absolutely no sense omg

(also you read the new chapter, right? So, let’s talk about Juuzou and that huge death flag)

I’ve heard of Soul Eater and considered reading it but it’s not really the kind of thing I’m into…artwork’s cute, though, and Death the Kid seems like an interesting guy so maybe someday XD

AGH I’M ACTUALLY SORTA JEALOUS BECAUSE WOW I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW TO WATCH THAT LEGALLY HERE IN KOREA. (unless I ask my dad for help but he doesn’t like manga/anime at all, so…) But yes, I’m really happy Lizzy finally got her moment this time! Now anime-only fans can’t complain about her being a ‘shallow’ character so hopefully there’ll be less fighting over Lizzy in the Kuro fandom :D

FINALLY. Fellow Death Note fan <3333 Who’s your fav? Do you have any ships? Are you done with the anime??? :D (also do you know…you picked a really interesting time to join the DN fandom. The American live-action movie just came out and it sucks so freaking bad, like I haven’t even watched it yet and just from the reviews/clips, here’s what I got:

-They turned Misa into this Harley Quinn-type character. Only without any depth.

-Light/Misa is an actual canon ship, like, it’s not abusive or one-sided like it is in the anime/manga, it’s just…a thing. Light loves Misa. Misa loves Light. It’s like every cringey high school romance movie ever, only with more murder

-They freaking bent the Death Note rules just so Light could get away with all sorts of ridiculous stuff

-L cries, L rants, L is overly emotional

-Light tells L where he hid a page from his Death Note. Light doesn’t deny being Kira. Light shows Misa his Death Note when they like barely know each other and she’s still a complete stranger to him. Light acts like an idiot.

-Oh sure, he’s Kira, God of the New World, but he still cares about going to prom with his girlfriend and making stupid faces as they pose for pictures

-So much unnecessary gore. Heart attacks are Kira’s thing, Light isn’t that emotional about his kills, he doesn’t care as long as the 'villains’ are dead, so why???

-Apparently Rem does not exist. Sayu doesn't exist either. Light’s mom is dead (probably so he can angst over her)

-Light Turner. Light TURNER. Out of all the surnames they could have chosen…

-And now, for the most unforgivable sin:

How dare they not include the Potato Chip scene)

And then random things: JJ and Light have the same voice actor. Yurio and Mello (imo…have you met Mello yet?) could be long-lost twins.

Also:

I’ve fallen into Steven Universe hell and now I’m imagining so. Many. Gem AUs. Have you ever heard of SU?

(look:

1- don’t stress about the messages, and come on, I’d never get mad at you over something like this! You’re way too awesome.

2- I don’t really know what to say 'cause I’m bad at comforting people, but ugh, it sucks to hear that school’s tiring you out! Queen Luna’s gonna get through this, though. I mean, you’re great at so many things and you’re freaking smart and…this is awkward but maybe you understand Evans Language by now? XD Guess I’m just trying to say that I’m sure you’ll do great, and if you ever need someone to talk to I’m (almost) always free *hugs*

3- Um. So, other than tumblr, I think the only way I can talk with you right now is if we email each other? The email address I used this time is my real one (or rather, my dad’s, since I don’t have one of my own yet…) so maybe we can talk about this more through email and find a better way to contact each other? If that’s ok with you can you send me a message there?)

P.S:

I’ve started college and have no idea what I’m doing

*slams head against keyboard* guess who managed to get sick. It’s only been a week since school started. Whatever, I’m still going to school, but I woke up breathing like a fish on land, bc asthma. Yay.

I’m definitely gonna upload the pics today!!

Okay, but one thing I’m wondering about, is How? Not in a malicious way or anything, I’m genuinely curious to why you ship Stoki (and where it began). Was it that redemption fic you told me about or did you ship it before?

Tbh, I didn’t hate the characters in CW, I hated the situation. Because there’s so so much pointless conflict that could easily be solved if everyone sat down and talked like normal people. But nooo we have to go around attacking each other. ((ALSO CAP’S LETTER TO TONY, I AM DEAD))

I’ve already learned (and experienced) that shipping is a very weird and unusual thing, so I’ll be honest and say I’m not even surprised that ship exists. At least it has some basis XD

I’m actually tempted to go through the lyrics of the whole musical and find every single eye line there is, only to replace it w Illumi’s eyes.

Not only zooming in on the eyes, the word itself is louder than the rest XD man if only I could draw…

Tbh I’d say I’m responsible enough (HA, that’s more or less a lie), but I’m honestly way too irritated with the little ones to be able to have one of my own. My cousin recently celebrated her 3rd bday and I was stuck looking after her during the party, bc all the adults were talking among themselves and I swear to god, I haven’t moved that much since I had to run 2km for PE. Where do they get their energy. Not to mention the adults thought it would be a good idea to leave me w her, because I’d already drunk 3 glasses of wine (i was bored and not allowed to do anything other than stare at emptiness or look after a 3yo). Turns out my tolerance isn’t that bad after all.

Lol let’s be honest, Ishida would totally do that. He knows the fandom would riot and that’s the whole point.

All the death flags. Tbh I don’t know how I feel about it. It’s obvious that either Touka or Juuzou are probably gonna die and I wan’t neither (If I have to choose tho, I’d rather Juuzou survives.) Also Naki. HNNNNNNGH

I think you’d actually like the manga? It takes a pretty dark turn compared to the anime and deals with lots of mental issues (the whole theme of the later volumes is Madness). Also, lots of death XD Well, the artwork changes drastically, so which one are you talking about XD

The girl in the coat (left first pic, middle 2nd) is the same person for reference. Death the Kid was one of my first anime crushes. The guy has OCD and is a total badass.

MUHAHAHAHA I think someone uploaded the Lizzy fight to youtube so you can probably find it there, but I am in love. The animation is beautiful, so that’s also a huge plus. All in all, it was handled really well.

Death Note

So last I’ve watched is ep 25, aka the one WHERE L DIES. And i am not okay. I am nowhere near okay. Nope. Not at all.

Oh i’ve heard all about the adaptation. Tbh I find the whitewashing hilarious. Setting the movie in America removes so much of the series’s logic, so why? L being the way he is is probably my favourite mistake. They took the best character and ruined him completely. POTATO CHIP SCENE NOOOO But my question is: did everything go just according to the keikaku?

Have fun w SU! I’ve watched it for a while, but gave up at some point. I might pick it up again if I have the time ^^ Word of advice, watch out for the fandom, they’re among the most toxic ones I’ve ever encountered. One time, they almost drove an artist to suicide because she didn’t draw Rose ‘thick enough’. So yeah.

What did I do to deserve you as my friend TT^TT Thank you so so much, those words mean more than you can imagine.

Um. Looks like we’ll be staying here, because I never, ever check my mail, despite getting school assignments there, so yeah. If we used mail, you’d probably get a response every leap year.

How does the education system work in Korea? Like, at what age do you start going to which school?

Also, I’ve told you about Mystic Messenger? I think you’d like the newest update, because damn, it’s creeping me out. Also, it’s in Korean, so + ((My thoughts during the prologue of the new route: Nani the fuck))

#evans #submission

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