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xplsn · 1 year

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cw: virgin!bakugou x reader, oral, blowjob, riding, praise, a little bit of a hair pulling kink, breeding kink etc. // fem!male!gn reader friendly.

music: for those who like to read with some on! this is my personal fav, has channeled a lot of nsfw writing :)

fuck there's just something about virgin!bakugou x reader. like it's always him corrupting the reader but what if it was switched?

mf is so sensitive. like let's say first time making out and you're on his lap and positioned just right so when it gets heated you start subconsciously grinding back and forth on his cock. and groping each other and surprise he gets a boner.

he'll think about how he could feel your hotness through his pants and if you don't stop soon he's gonna cum in his pants like a little schoolboy.

he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and pull a quick yank because he was so embarrassed.

your first time seeing his cock is for sure an experience. solid 7 or 7.5 when hard. fucking rigid and vein-y and girthy and all the dirty words you can think of. dripping in pre-cum because his body has never had somebody elses touch on him like that.

imagine stroking his cock for the first time. a simple handjob would send him to outer space. everything you're doing is like magic to him. you listen to every single lewd moan he lets out.

he's fucking his cock into your hands (yes hands cause he's a big boy!) like a bitch. im telling you the first time you make him cum like that he has tears in his pretty little eyes from how good it was.

how about sucking him off for the first time? he has a hand over his eyes because he doesn't want you to see how they're going cross-eyed. his hand eventually falls off and goes to your head gripping it like his life depending on it as you sucked the life out of him. giving you the view to his entire face. his lips are bitten red and almost dripping blood because he doesn't want to let out any of the humiliating sounds that want to come out. but little grunts and whimpers come out any way. his curls sticking to his forhead from how sweaty he is.

he's trying to control himself so hard but poor baby is losing his mind in pleasure. his thighs are twitching and he's shaking as he nears his release. every gag and loud slurry gurgle is pushing him off. he wants to cum so bad but he doesn't want this to end. doesn't know how he has ever called something as good when he had never before had your hot wet mouth sucking him dry. the minute you take all of him, your nose brushing his blonde pubes, and look up at his eyes. tears in yours and his, making eye contact. he explodes.

eating you out for the first time? baby doesn't know anything. knows what a clitoris is but needs help finding it. i think everyone makes a mistake talking about how he'd be a sex god or some shit but he wouldn't just let anybody fuck around with him yk. so he's new to everything. he's watched a few pornos sure but it doesn't compare to the real deal.

cont. so he instead kitten licks around your sopping cunt so slowly. savouring every drop like it's his last. he doesn't even realize he's teasing you because he's trying to listen to your moans and whimpers. trying to figure out when they increase because he did something right. your hand is in his hair pulling him face first into your cunt, your thighs squishing around his head. and he can feel his cock throb in his pants. did he have a thing for suffocating on pussy? yes probably.

when he finally finds your sweet clit, he's ruthless in bringing you pleasure. he'll start off by sucking and licking but as you get closer he'll start biting and pulling on it. it'll take a while to make you come because it's his first time (give him some slack) but eventually as he eats you out more he learns and improves from them. now anytime he's horny or he's bored. he'll gobble you down like a pro. sometimes he'll do it just for fun. will make you sit on his face and make him unable to be breathe, slick and cum running down his throat. by the end he leaves your entire body shaking.

for the ones with a dick/or with a strap-on:: be kind on him!! he's never sucked dick before so he's just like 'what do i do' as he stares at it. sure he's seen you do it but with him it's different. he doesn't want to hurt you. so you'll have to gently coax him and teach him the right way to grip and take it in his mouth. forgot to mention for the ones with pussies but this also works for the boys, he's such a messy eater. he's drooling and choking on your cock. after the first few times he learns it well but he still likes it when you guide him with a hand in his hair. fuck him raw !! seriously. he likes it rough. likes the burn and likes the feeling of being used.

imagine teaching him how to finger you. he's kissing and sucking on your soft tights as he experiments with one finger and then two and eventually makes it to three calling you so many pretty names.

sure he'd degrade you when he's fucking you. calling you a "stupid fucking slut" but foreplays different. praise drips out of him like it's second nature which is so shocking to you the first time.

he tries to be quiet in the beginning of learning everything for the sake of any dignity left. but once he starts putting his tip into your tight hole it's a game over for him.

he's lost in another dimension. he's never felt this kind of pleasure before so his head shoots off his shoulders when he sees you fuck yourself on his cock because he kinda just froze and you were impatient to get him inside you.

let's say this is after he becomes a pro-hero. denki and the rest of the gang probably got laid way before him cause he was trying to focus on hero work rather than relationships because "they were a distraction". so the only sex talk he hears are all the details through their shared gc. or on random drunken weekends, with few coherent words.

so obviously he thought everything was bs until he put in an inch in you. sorry guys but he wouldn't last 2 minutes once he's all the way in. he get's better at controlling himself but the first few times he cums way before you do and is so embarrassed at being such a bad boyfriend. you have to assure him it's okay and only natural. so he makes you cum another way to finish you off.

oh did i mention his thing with hair? he loves having his hair pulled. be it be when he's fucking you and you need something to hold onto or when you're guiding him to eat you out. he loves it. it's a different kind of pleasure that makes him so into it.

extra's::

he's vanilla till he thinks he's mastered all the basics then he indulges in all the kinks his partners into. there's some things he knows he wont try but every thing else he wont not try at least once. you can use your imagination for this one!

call him a "good boy" or a "very good boy" and he will melt on the spot. he lives for praises like have you seen the man?

he wouldn't have a breeding kink until he's in his late 30s or 40s before that he was very conscious of his cum. would always wear a condom to protect against sti's and pregnancy but once he's slowing down from hero work and wanting to settle down is when he'll unleash the beast.

folds you in ways that he's never done before so he knows that he will be filling you up to the max.

anyways i got off the point to dilf bakugou lmao (that's another time if anyone wants me) but anyways you get the jizz.

send in any requests like thirsts, or a short imagine, hc's, blurbs, one shots etc etc please please pleaseee i'll try to respond as soon as i can !!

#withoutyou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou #katsuki #bakugou katsuki x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki x you #mha imagine #mha smut #bakugou katsuki imagine #mha one shot #virgin!bakugou #virgin!bakugou katsuki #virgin!bakugou x reader #virgin!bakugou katsuki x reader

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avengerscompound · 1 year

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The Tower - The King and I

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3143

Warnings: smut (MF, Rimming, vaginal sex, anal sex)

Synopsis: After a long day on the throne, Thor and Elly take time to relax with each other

Author’s Note: Requested by @unnecessarypineapplesstuff on Tumblr, and KaylaCallahan & K-Destiiny on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place after Happily Ever After

The King and I

The day had been long and mentally exhausting. It felt like every resident of Asgard had come in wanting Thor to help adjudicate their petty squabbles. As I sat through them all with him in the afternoon, I could see how frustrated he was becoming.

Thor is a good man. Kind. Wise. Loving. Despite my feelings about monarchy, he’s a good king and does his best by his people who have multiple times rejected the idea of democracy. He always listens to his advisors and us, as well as his people when he makes a decision. The problem is, he hates it. He hates being confined to a throne when he could be out doing something physical. When it’s all little stuff, he gets very antsy, longing for the wind in his hair and something to smash.

I tried to help him be arbiter over the myriad of little grievances, such as broken windows due to children playing in the street, the ownership of certain animals, a farmer who wanted to know if he could graze his animals on royal land, and someone complaining about their neighbor hosing down the path in front of their store. If the answer was simple or could have been dealt with just some simple common sense and consideration of others, I’d take the reins, letting Thor have a moment to switch off. By the end of the day, if two women had come in arguing about which one of them was a baby’s mother, King Solomon style, I wouldn’t have been surprised.

When the last person had left the throne room Thor stood and stretched. “Come, my queen. We should return to our family.”

I stood and took his hand. “We have time before we need to get back,” I said as I looked up at him. The way he was standing was so tense, it was like every single one of his muscles was being held taut. “You need some fresh air.”

He furrowed his brow for a moment as he looked down at me and slowly his face softened. “Did you have something in mind?”

“The seed of an idea,” I said and tapped my earrings.

The armor from my suit bled out over me and I clipped Sanguine to my back. Thor’s face lit up and he unhooked Mjolnir from his belt. “Lead the way, my life.”

I took off flying out through the open doors at the end of the throne room. Thor was not far behind and I flew up and banked to the left, cruising over the edge of the city below. My head-up display took note of everything below, keeping a lookout for a store that sold beauty products.

When it alerted me that it had located one, I landed on the street just outside. Thor landed just after me as my suit was retracting. “What are we doing here?” he asked.

“Just a quick stop,” I said.

I went inside the small store. It was cluttered with shelves, each holding various bottles and jars. They ranged from ornate hand-blown glass bottles in a rainbow of iridescent colors, to tiny little brown clay pots with wooden lids. Each item had a thick piece of brown parchment tied to it with the name of the item and what it did written in runes. Dried herbs hung in the window and behind the counter was a bench covered in ingredients of all kinds. At the bench, a young woman with long blonde hair with small braids that had dried flowers weaved into it, and a floaty white gown, sat crushing something with a huge mortar and pestle. She looked up when she saw us and her eyes went wide. She nearly knocked her stool over as she rushed over to serve us. “Your majesties,” she said, bowing to us. “I am at your service.”

“I’m looking for massage oil,” I said as I glanced around the room. I had been learning Asgardanian since we moved here, but I wasn’t sure it was enough for me to be able to tell if something was safe to use as a lubricant if we needed it. I didn’t want to give Thor too many hints about what I was planning, but I either had to ask him or the shopkeeper and I didn’t know if I wanted her to know our personal business.

Of course, your majesty,” she said and led me to some shelves on the far wall. Each oil bottle was beautiful and ornate, in different colors with gold accents, and had an elaborate glass stopper. I started looking at the labels and holding them up to Thor to smell.

I leaned up to his ear and whispered. “Are these okay for sex stuff?” I whispered.

Thor laughed and put his arm around me, pulling me tight to his side. “Oh, I see what’s happening here. You do have some plans.” He took the bottle from me and looked over the label. “They will work for your nefarious plans.” I broke down into giggles and tried to hide it by holding one of the bottles to my nose and breathing in deeply.

Together we chose a bottle that smelled a little like wood and vanilla. I also grabbed a bar of soap that smelled like honey. I paid and we stepped back outside. I was about to call my armor again when I spotted a store over the road selling linens. I hurried over with Thor on my heel. We didn’t even step inside because I found exactly what I wanted hanging on a rack out the front. It was a big green rug with golden knotwork on it. It had an almost mink feel to it and I kept running my palm over it as Thor paid the middle-aged-looking man who ran the store.

“Was there anything else you were after, my queen?” Thor asked.

“Nope,” I said. “This is good.”

I pressed my earrings and my suit bled out again, this time with a case to hold the glass bottle of oil safely but I kept hold of the rug. “Let’s go,” I said and took off.

We just spent some time flying. I knew that it would help Thor to let go of his exhaustion and frustration. He liked the feel of the wind in his hair and the crackle of lightning on his skin as he was pulled along behind Mjolnir. Plus it was nice to see his country from above. It glittered like a jewel and when it was at peace, it was a good way to remember that those petty grievances he was dealing with today came out of a people who had no big worries. The city was running well and prosperous.

After a few laps of the city I banked away, sticking to the coast. Thor followed after me, occasionally calling out to me to ask where we were going or what I was looking for. I’d just all out to him to be patient, I’d know when I saw it. While I was looking for something in particular, I mostly just wanted to fly for a while.

It wasn’t too long before I spotted a small secluded bay on the coastline. It was a perfect crescent shape with a forest that grew right up to the white sands of the beach and beautiful turquoise water that got darker and darker as it moved past the bay and closer to the edge of the planet.

I landed and I grabbed my purchases as my suit retracted. Thor landed beside me, sending sand whipping down the beach. “This is a beautiful spot. Did you know of it already?” he asked.

“No. I just thought it looked nice,” I said. I set the oil and soap down and spread out the blanket on the sand. Thor set Mjolnir down on the edge of the blanket to stop it from blowing away, and I did the same with Sanguine at the opposite edge.

I started to unclasp my pauldron from my breastplate. “What are we doing here?” Thor said as he began to undress as well. I set the heavy armor down and moved onto the ties of my dress. “I thought we could swim,” I said.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he said.

I let my dress fall. I was naked underneath and I stepped out of the fabric with a smirk. “Neither did I.”

I grabbed the soap and rushed into the water. It was cold enough that as soon as I hit the water my skin broke out in goosebumps and my nipples pebbled. I had time to acclimatize as it took Thor a little while to get out of all his armor and clothes. I slowly eased myself into the water and washed myself with the soap, scrubbing my skin so that by the time he was in, I’d sunk down so only my head was above the surface of the water and I smelled like a mixture of salt and honey.

Thor approached me, hugging his large arms around himself. “How are you not cold?” he asked.

“Because I have body fat, unlike some Norse gods that I know,” I teased as I waded over to him, letting the waves push me along.

He caught me in his arms and pulled me up tight against him. “Mmm… you are warm. Maybe you can warm me up.”

I laughed and leaned up and kissed him. “Be patient,” I said and began to run the soap over his body. “You’ll get used to it.”

I washed him carefully, running the soap over his chest and arms and down his back. He gradually relaxed as he got used to the water and I caressed his skin. My fingers slipped between his ass. He hummed and tilted forward a little, pushing his ass out against me.

“You’re so eager,” I giggled.

“You bought special oil,” Thor said. “Can you blame me, lover?”

“But the oil is back on the sand,” I laughed and soaped up my hand and began to run it up and down his shaft.

He groaned and pressed his forehead against my temple. “That’s not helping,” he said in a deep rumble.

“Okay,” I said. “We can get out. Go and lie on your stomach.”

Thor laughed and hoisted me up over his shoulder. I squealed and broke down into giggles as he carried me out of the water. The initial hit of the air after being in the cold water brought on another wave of goosebumps, but the sun was warm enough that by the time he set me on the rug, they’d already passed.

I grabbed the oil as he got comfortable and straddled his waist so I was sitting on his butt with him spread out under me, pillowing his head with his arms. Even seeing Thor as much as I did, it was still easy to forget how large he was. I felt dwarfed as I sat above him. I poured the oil onto his back and his muscles all tensed, making his back ripple. I licked my lips as I watched and pushed my hands down on his back.

He quickly began to relax as I slowly and carefully massaged his back. My hands moved down his back from his shoulders, pushing out from his spine. His muscles popped as they released their tension and he let out a deep moan every time it happened. It made me wet hearing him. By the time I reached his lower back, I was sure he must have been able to feel how wet I was because my thighs were damp and sticky.

I shimmied down his thighs and began to massage his ass. He moaned and lifted his hips and spread his legs a little, wiggling his ass at me. I couldn’t help but laugh and I gave his butt a playful spank. “You are trouble,” I teased.

I didn’t keep him in suspense though. I moved between his legs and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. Thor shivered slightly and tilted his hips up and I leaned in. My tongue curled around his balls and I sucked one into my mouth. Thor groaned and shifted onto his knees more. It gave me better access and I moved from one ball to the next before swiping my tongue up his perineum to his asshole. He tasted of salt and honey thanks to the fact I washed him, but this was the beach, and with beaches came sand. Each lap of my tongue meant more grit got into my mouth and I knew I wasn’t going to want to keep this up for long. Thankfully I didn’t need to because even just prodding at his asshole with the point of my tongue seemed to send him into an animalistic need. He turned on me, no longer willing to be teased, and he pushed me down onto my stomach and pulled my hips back against him.

“Fuck,” I gasped and the sudden change. I spread my legs as he moved between them and looked back at him looming over me, his hand wrapped around his cock.

“No more games,” he said as he pressed the wide head of his cock against my entrance, and with a hard shove he thrust in. I was pushed forward as he bottomed out inside me, and I cried out at the sting of his cock hitting my cervix.

He gave me the briefest of moments to adjust, running his hand up my spine and kissing my shoulder, and then he began to thrust. He was like a man possessed. There was no gentleness or warmth to his actions, he just railed into me, shoving me forward with every snap of his hips. I tried to push myself up onto all fours, but I was immediately shoved back forward again. I ended up bracing my arms in front of me, with my back curved down, so I looked like a cat mid-stretch.

“Norns,” Thor groaned as he gripped my hips. “I will never tire of this. You always feel so good.”

I couldn’t even form the words to answer him. Every time he thrust into me, his balls would slap against my pussy and such an intense jolt would pass through me, making me cock drunk. I moaned and clenched around him, pushing back, trying to get more from him.

He wrapped his arm around me and danced a spark along my skin, it passed through my clit and I cried out, my legs kicking out behind me as pleasure surged through me. “Fuck!” I cried, my whole body clenching up at once.

His hand slid down to my pussy and he started to rub my clit in the same. I could barely hold myself together. The only thing stopping me from collapsing onto my stomach was Thor’s hand at my hip. He sent another jolt through my clit and everything seized up and my orgasm tore through me. I cried out loudly, my voice echoing through the bay as I gushed on Thor’s cock.

“Gods!” Thor groaned as he pulled out of me. I collapsed onto my stomach, breathing heavily as lights popped in front of my eyes. Thor grabbed the oil and drizzled some between my asscheeks. I moaned and clenched up as the cool liquid hit my skin. He slicked his cock with it and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.

He pressed his entire body down on mine, completely engulfing me under him and wrapping his arms under my chest and he began to push in. This was not the first time we'd done this, not by a long shot. If it had been, Thor would have been much more careful about stretching me out first. I could take him, and yet the sting and the burn as my ring muscle stretched and he filled me, was intense. I whined pitifully under him and kicked my legs as I tried to relax and take him.

I wanted this. He knew I wanted this as soon as I had asked him what oil I could use as lube. I loved the way pleasure and pain mixed. I loved feeling stretched out and filled.

He pulled back and pushed himself up on his knees, so just the head of his cock was penetrating me. He grabbed the oil and poured more of it over his cock and my ass, shallowly thrusting in and out as he did to push the oil inside me. I moaned and arched my back. “Thank you, Thor.”

“You’re very welcome, my life,” he said, pressing himself against me and wrapping his arms around my chest. He started to roll his hips, each push forward into me went a little deeper. I felt like I was breaking apart under him. I moaned and whimpered under him, my toes curling and my fingers grasping at the blanket in front of me. My fingers closed around the handle of Mjolnir and all at once electricity flowed through me. It danced off our bodies, sparks flying out as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Thor! God… I can’t…” I babbled as I reached down under me with my free hand. He pulled me into a hard kiss and he thrust into me harder and faster.

I started to rub my clit and that little extra sensation to my already overstimulated senses sent me reeling over. Thor groaned as my ass clenched tight around him and he shoved in deep and came with me. There was an almighty crack as a bolt of light crashed down, passing through us to the ground below, the whole bay lighting up suddenly and then falling dark.

I lay under Thor breathing heavily as my body settled and my eyes readjusted to the light. Thor slowly slipped out of me and rolled over onto his back, and I curled into him, putting my head on his chest as it rose and fell with each breath. “Do you think we made another sex sculpture?” I asked.

He laughed and played with my hair. “I am sure of it,” he said. “And yes, I will send someone to bring it home for us.”

I smiled and leaned up and pecked his lips. He held me in place to deepen it, and when he pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Thank you for this, my life. I needed it.”

“You’re very welcome,” I replied and kissed him again. “Shall we head back?”

He hummed and shook his head. “Soon. Let’s just lie here for a little longer.”

I relaxed against him and closed my eyes, basking in my post-orgasm afterglow and the setting sun.

~ END ~

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stinkyme · 6 months

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Helloooo Stinky, how are you??

Hopefully you enjoyed your weekend and relaxed a bit! ❤️

I just discovered that after work, people can just disconnect!? Like they don't think about everything that happened and what else shit needs to be done. LIKE HOW CAN THEY PLS, I WANNA KNOW 😭😭

(lol, I know I'm an overthinking mess but I didn't realise that it's THAT BAD).

However I felt like shit these days and my only thoughts were about work and overstressing about a lot of issues, so I'm back at my need for fluff and comfort from the one and only Chuuya (where's this man when you need him, istg he's the only one I need)

I'm really snappy because I'm stressed out and I can't sleep properly or I wake up having nightmares about work. Imagine just telling this mf that I wake up at 6 am because I remember smthg that needs to be done at work. He'd get angry, not at me but at the job. He would have beef with all the managers I have at work. I think that at first he'd be annoyed but seeing it impacts a lot of his s/o life, and seeing her spiraling all over again he'd get concerned. Like really concerned.

"Doll, that's really not good for you, you can't keep going on like that"

He'd try he's best to understand why she can't unwind (good luck boy neither me nor my therapist can understand why I can't unplug after work).

Then he'd just start doing all sorts of things to get her out of the house and change environments. He'd keep reminding me "love, it's just a job, you can change it whenever you want". He'd give a lot of hugs and would stress a lot if sent out on a mission for more than one day and have to leave her alone.

(he's burning the place down for sure)

I'll probably spam you in the next few days with scenarios or ideas about this which come to my mind so I'm sorry in advance.

no need to apologize, feel free to send me anything! :D

I hope your weekend was good as well and that you were able to relax a little bit from everything that has been going on :) <3

I realized my reply will be long, so I will put read more LOL

LOLOL, as for work yeah, I used to be like that too, waking up and sweating myself over stuff, literally my mind was flooded with work 24/7 and constant anxiety as to what will happen. The thing is once you start working in more stable environment it's a bit easier to chill afterwards. Stuff will still happen, but it won't affect you as much because it won't be pure peer pressure on you only. So, I hope you will be able to find a place like that and slowly learn to disconnect and unwind. Job is job, it's something that ends once your shift is done, period. No need to let it exhaust you when you are not there, you deserve to have a chill time afterwards. Finding ways to unwind and relax, get out of your head is very important. Through walking, cooking, art - whatever you are able to do :) You can't unplug most likely because of a control issue. There is a belief that the more you think about it - the more in control you are, which you are not. Just let those thoughts pass like little leafs in the water and keep reminding yourself that you do not need control over work while at home :)

that's very true about chuuya!! he would also help you to find healthier ways to let out all the stress and anxiety after work and remind you how important rest is. Because if you are "resting" but worrying the whole time - it's not really rest at all. So, he would find some ways...maybe book you a spa day or make one at home, give you a nice massage, keep you occupied with movies or cooking or something like that! Before bed, he would make sure he cuddles you and gently takes care of you so you fall asleep first and he would deeefinitely have beef with your work place, probably giving them bad reviews while you are asleep and cussing them out in the comments LMAOO

#stinkyanswers #chuuya lover <3 #i hope you have been doing a bit better!! sending you lots of love and hugs :) <333 #and chuuya would take great care of you he told me btw :3 <3 #me and him are on our way to burn your workplace as we speak

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stayxlix · 11 months

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CHAPTER 4 LET’S GAURRR!

Ooh ‘the eighth’ sounds sexy Welcome back to season 3 ( or 2?) of Julian’s play-by-play commentary hehe🤭 Sorry in advance for how long this ask is gonna be.

“You will come across many soulmates in your current lifetime. But that doesn't mean you will get to keep them.” WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?😃Pls don’t raise my blood pressure from the get-go. Anyways concept photos ate as always. Bottom left one is my favourite. The minsung one is kinda unsettling tho… foreshadowing maybe👀

Btw Minho best not give me a hard time this chapter I literally do NOT have the capacity to deal with his beef rn. Idk why I think mc will win Jeongin over tho. But hey, we’ll see! I’m literally weak with excitement!! Oh and 15k + wordcount is crazy btw I’m so proud of you <3

“Out of all of the memories he had ever made, Felix had pushed most of them away. He buried them so deep that sometimes, he wondered if he would even be able to recall them if he tried.” *takes a long breath* that… hit home.

Wait so Chanlix are all the way from district 2?? Damn. This concerns me so much because the life they have now in district 6 must be lowkey paradise compared to what they probably had before. I’ve been wondering if the rebels have family. But we’ll see.

“…using Jeongin's homemade "thunder bombs" 퉤 퉤 퉤! 소리꾼! (TWE TWE TWE SORRIKUN)

“Not everyone had as much to offer as Minho, who was beyond skilled in his knowledge of healing.” Now I feel bad for going off on him in my reaction vid :((((( Also ngl Hyunjin's perception is impressive. The way he's already figured mc and lix out. Could never be me💀 I'm so blind when it comes to this kind of thing.

Hold on….“Remember what we all agreed on, before you get too attached.”

HOLD ON…. “The same thought that had been replaying over and over again in his head since he saw that damn family crest around your neck.”

I HOPE THEY’RE NOT PLANNING TO KILL ME HELP– I really hope they didn't make a pact to end me💀💀✋

“So what if he wanted to know how you looked with your lips wrapped around his *[dinky-donk]* instead.” I have so many inappropriate things to say…. (This was WILD)

“Felix wasn't like Jisung, who could charm his way into convincing whatever semi-interested human being he stumbled across in god knows where to fuck him.” You sure about that bro? Let’s not forget chapter 1😃

“Terrified for this moment to end because once it did, you would be forced to come to terms with the permanence of the decision you had made tonight, and what it meant for not only your future, but the future of every innocent person that you passed by, sleeping soundly without any idea that a war had just begun.” SO WELL WRITTEN! SAURRR WELL WRITTEN MWUAH

“and then, to your surprise, he left your side without a word.” UHM???? EXCUSE YOU???

“But that wasn't the only reason.” PURRR MC GO GET THAT *[retracted for the sake of modesty]*

“…and sometimes Jisung who just likes to be wherever Minho is.” You’re so real for this BAHAH💀💀

“He took a few steps closer, inviting himself into your personal space once again.” TRYING TO KEEP IT TOGETHER RN BUT I’M SLOWLY LOSING MY SANITY

“Oh, I dont know. The fact that you can't seem to keep your tongue out of my mouth?” I LOVE MC WITH EVERY BONE IN MY BODY UGH JCKVJDNSL

“After all, every time you'd kissed, he had been the one to initiate it.” THAT’S THE THING!! TELL THE MF!

“Felix was the king of sending mixed signals and you had half a mind to call him out for it…” DO. IT.

“Felix brought his hands up to rest against the wall on either side of you, closing you in.” I don’t want to keep reading I cannot keep reading I’ll d!e if I keep reading I-

my sweet Jules🥹💕💕💕 can I first just say that your enthusiasm for this story is so much more appreciated than you will ever know. like words cannot even BEGIN to express how i felt when I saw your asks pop into my inbox yesterday, but i will do my very best. i’m finally sitting down for the evening to answer these (and have been looking forward to it for two whole days) so lets get started..(i'll make sure to comment as much as i can without revealing any spoilers🤭)

"I HOPE THEY’RE NOT PLANNING TO KILL ME HELP– I really hope they didn't make a pact to end me"

and already i'm reminding myself..NO SPOILERS

“...Hyunjin’s perceptive is impressive...”

especially when it comes to lix.🫢 and don’t feel too bad about going off on minho just yet….

“You sure about that bro? Let’s not forget chapter 1”

i’m💀 omg lix doesn’t see himself this way alright.😂😭 (however right you may be)

it means so much to me that you always take the time to mention the concept photos and i will never ever forget when you said that each chapter has a different color that you associate with it. that touched my heart more than you will ever know.🥹🤍 and the word count honestly at the rate I was going I was terrified it was going to be something like 18k lmao but thankfully we were able to condense a bit.😂

THE THUNDEROUS LYRICS.😂 ty for including this lmao i HAD to include a thunderous reference somewhere because it may or may not be my fav skz song of all time and I will fight anyone who tries to tell me it isn’t a masterpiece

"SO WELL WRITTEN! SAURRR WELL WRITTEN MWUAH"

(ily lmao) this was a last minute addition like an hour before i posted the chapter🤭 so the fact that you included it here made me giggle. and if i’m being honest our mc really has become very special to me too. i had absolutely no idea when i first started writing this story how attached i was going to become to her but i really have grown to hold a special place for her in my heart so once again thank you for this.💕💕💕

going to head on over to part 2 now....(mostly because i need to cut myself off or i will spend all night on this one ask alone because there is so much to unpack with your commentaries and you know i absolutely love you for that<33)

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Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard.

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you.

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you.

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture.

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms.

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table.

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all.

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time.

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully.

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes.

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs.

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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thundersoothers · 4 years

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how to make a girl cum

tendou & goshiki thrist: goshiki doesn’t know how to make a girl cum. tendou happily shows him. — or — goshiki asks tendou how to make a girl cum and he uses you to teach him.

↳ 18+ — explicit content: kind of a threesome (?), tendou shares his girlfriend (you) with goshiki, everyone is consenting, f!receiving head and fingering

↳ wc: 2.3k

(hmm ... more bad thoughts; kind of very self-indulgent. goshiki makes me giggle and I want to help his virgin ass. this was meant to be a few hundred words but uh,,,, it was not. oops!)

you're tendou’s hot girlfriend because duh you're gorgeous as hell and he's so mf fine so obviously you'd be together. goshiki looks up to tendou in volleyball but also in life, and he's never been in a relationship with anyone before so he asks tendou for advice about how to talk to girls and get a girlfriend as pretty as you. tendou tells him to treat girls with care and take them on dates and tell them they're beautiful because they are and be funny and kind and nice to them and make them feel good. then goshiki asks him about how to make girls orgasm because he’s had no experience but wants to be able to make a girl cum whenever he ends up needing to. tendou tells him to come back to his dorm tomorrow night and he’ll tell him how. he comes back the next night and you’re sitting with tendou on his bed and goshiki’s obviously confused and embarrassed because why are you here when he’s just trying to get honest advice for how to pull since he’s the definition of a virgin, but tendou says he’ll show him how to please a girl. you stand up and he tells goshiki to take off your clothes (he tries to deny tendou and say that he can leave and come back later, but fuck he wants to touch you and learn how to make a girl cum so bad) and he struggles to unclasp your bra bc he’s never touched girls’ clothes before and then unzips your skirt and goes for your underwear but tendou tells him to stop. you lay back on the bed with tendou behind you so you lay in his lap with your head against his chest and goshiki kneels between your open legs.

ok, now here’s where it gets filthy:

“touch her tits. just put your hands over them and squeeze—no, not that hard. she isn’t a volleyball, remember. be gentle. pinch her nipples, she likes that. cup her tits again. suck on them, if you want. don’t use your teeth.”

tendou leans your head back and kisses your neck, whispering in your ear, “are you still okay with this?”

your eyes roll back in your head when goshiki flicks over your nipple with his finger and sucks harder on your other, unconsciously rutting his hips against you. “yes,” you whimper, “I still wanna help him.” you know how much he looks up to your boyfriend and you’re happily willing to help his little kouhai.

tendou opens your mouth with his fingers, sticking them down your throat and running over your teeth, and you stick out your tongue so he can spit onto it. “goshiki, come spit in her mouth too.” he pulls off from sucking your nipples, lines of spit leading from his wet mouth to your sensitive tits, and he leans up to spit onto your tongue. you both can tell he’s nervous with his eyes flickering between your faces but his hard cock pressing against your thigh overrides any of your thoughts about him doubting this. “be a good girl and swallow our spit. goshiki, put your hand on her throat. wrap it around and squeeze. don’t push on her neck, just squeeze her. just like that, don’t do it any harder. good boy. she likes that—being choked, don’t you? yeah, you do, my little slut. goshiki, lay down between her legs. don’t take off her underwear yet. she smells good, doesn’t she? I bet she’s already so wet for you. she loves having her tits sucked on. kiss her thighs. get her sweet cunt nice and soaked for you to eat. you wanna make her feel good, right? kiss her over her underwear. I know she tastes so good. what do you want him to do, baby?”

“want him to eat me out,” you gasp, moving your hips up against his mouth, his wet mouth further dampening your already soaked underwear.

“oh, yeah?” tendou squeezes your tits and runs his hands over your stomach and sides, sending a shiver down your spine. “tell him exactly what you want him to do. tell him how to make you feel good.”

“fuck, goshiki, I want your tongue inside me. please, fucking eat me out.” he hastily pulls off your underwear, nearly tearing it, and throws it somewhere on the floor. he looks between your face, tendou’s, and your glistening pussy with wide eyes and an open mouth, breathing heavily.

“she’s so pretty, isn’t she? she has the prettiest pussy. it’s so wet and hot and tight and all for me—and you, if you make her cum, right, goshiki? you’re gonna make our pretty girl’s cunt feel good? suck on her clit. do you know where that is? right at the top. you’ll be able to feel it, and you’ll know when—” one of your hands squeezes tendou’s tightly, nails digging into his skin, and the other fists goshiki’s hair, arching your back and gasping, “—when she reacts like that. good boy, goshiki.”

his cheeks bloom red and he somehow manages a smile, lips wrapped around your clit, humming with the praise.

tendou laughs for a moment at his obvious praise kink, though it doesn’t surprise him at all. “you’re doing so well, goshiki. keep sucking, don’t stop. you can flick over it with your tongue, too. you can’t make a girl cum unless you play her clit like this. I bet you feel so empty, baby; you want something in your greedy pussy? you want his fingers or his tongue first?”

“tongue! tongue, please, fuck, goshiki. please use your tongue. you’re making me feel so good.”

“oh, you’re such a little slut. stick your tongue inside her, goshiki. fuck it in and out, just like that. you can tell she’s feeling good cause she’s moaning like a filthy whore, aren’t you? I bet you taste so good since your cunt is so fucking sloppy already. you wanna taste yourself? goshiki, come kiss her.” he’s not all that great at kissing; he’s a little sloppy and fast, but considering you’re probably his first kiss, you let it slide. tendou reaches down to glide two skilled fingers over your slick clit, making a quick circle, and then into your sopping hole, moving in and out with obscene wet noises. there’s no resistance, with your own slick and goshiki’s spit. your gasp into goshiki’s mouth when tendou curls his fingers inside of you. “you’re so messy and wet, baby. all for goshiki.” he brings his hand back up and sticks it into your mouth for you to lick his fingers clean and uses his other hand to fist goshiki’s hair and bring him close, kissing him and tasting your pussy on his tongue. “so sweet. make our little whore cum, goshiki.”

he goes back down between your legs and continues to suck on your clit and fuck his tongue into your clenching hole, his nose nudging your clit when he licks at you, swallowing down your juices. the sounds of your moans and cries and the sight of your head thrown back on tendou’s shoulder, him kissing your neck and pulling at your nipples with one hand and pressing down on your hips to keep them from rising off the bed with the other and staring intently with unblinking red eyes at goshiki between your legs, nearly have him cumming in his pants.

“you can finger her now. suck on her clit and finger fuck her. only one finger, goshiki.” he either ignores him or is too focused on the squelching of your pussy to hear him and recognize your whimpers and your hips grinding against him are from the slightly uncomfortable stretch and not from pleasure. “goshiki,” tendou growls, quickly wrapping his hand in his hair and yanking his head roughly away from your pussy. “only one fucking finger. don’t get too excited.” he pulls on his hair harder, hissing, “you’re here because we’re letting you. do not fuck with me right now when you’re touching my girl.”

he looks surprised, studying your scrunched face and tendou’s stern expression, but nods slowly, murmuring, “okay, sorry.”

“you can’t start with two fingers, especially if she isn’t used to your size. my fingers,” he begins, moving them around your drooling mouth and you gurgle on them, arching your back, “and yours are very different. it’ll hurt if you begin with two. you don’t want to hurt her, do you?” goshiki shakes his head and tendou releases his grip on his hair. “no, that’s what I thought. you want to be good for her. start with one finger and keep licking her clit.” he lays back down and easily slides one finger into your wet pussy and flicks his tongue over your clit. “does that feel better, baby? good. I know it does. keep going, goshiki, you’re making her feel so good. is she squeezing around your fingers? do you want two fingers now?” you can only nod and choke and moan around his fingers when goshiki fits two fingers into you, your cunt squelching around him, slick dripping down his hands, chin, and your thighs. “goshiki, feel that little rough spot inside her on the front? that’s her g-spot. curl your fingers a little. yeah, right there.” your eyes fly open and tendou has to press your hips into the bed to keep them from rutting up into goshiki’s mouth and hand. you can’t hold back your loud whines and squeaks at the intense feeling in the bottom of your stomach, heating rising deep in your cunt. “right fucking there! keep finger fucking her so you hit that spot. you’re doing so good, goshiki. you better not stop. don’t leave our perfect slut hanging.”

he nods and squeezes his eyes closed, ignoring the burn in his jaw and forearm, sucking on your clit harder and fucking his fingers faster into your quivering cunt.

tendou bites at the side of your neck, pressing his fingers onto your wet tongue before sliding them out of your mouth to squeeze your neck tightly. “goshiki’s making you feel so good, isn’t he? he’s being so good for us. listen to yourself, baby. you hear how wet you are? you hear your slutty pussy? you’re so fuckin’ filthy. you’re such a dirty, dirty little whore. you gonna cum? you gonna cum on our good boy’s fingers and tongue? yeah, you are. yeah, you fuckin’ are. show him how good he’s making you feel. cum, baby, right on his fingers and tongue.”

“oh, fuck!” your hands fist goshiki’s hair and scratch against his scalp, keeping him in his place as your hips roll against his tongue. “feels so fuckin’ good, oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ good.” you can barely talk with tendou’s hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum. please, please don’t stop.”

“cum, baby, cum all over his face. be a good slut for us and cum.”

you shudder, crying, “fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I—” tendou squeezes your neck tighter and you choke, eyes flying open and rolling back in your head, and then—

your back arches up, your whole body tensing, cunt squeezing so tight around fingers he can barely fuck them in and out of you, instead curling them up against your g-spot, cum gushing into his mouth. your body shakes with overstimulation as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, tears rolling down the sides of your face, tendou’s rough hands playing with your tits sending more shivers of pleasure to your core. you fall back onto tendou’s chest, hands leaving goshiki’s hair, heaving for breath, beads of sweat rolling down your stomach and the outsides of your thighs as they quiver around goshiki’s head. you can barely think with your mind so hazy, only managing to broken murmurs of, “so good, so fuckin’ good, thank you, thank you.”

“good boy. now you know how to eat pussy. nice job, goshiki, you successfully made a girl cum for the first time.” tendou pushes him with his hand lightly so he fumbles back on his knees at the end of the bed. he wipes at his face with the sleeve of his shirt and elects to ignore his sticky underwear. he figures he must have accidentally cum when you did, but with how good you taste on his tongue and felt around his fingers and your sinful moans, he can’t find it within himself to be upset.

“come back tomorrow,” tendou says, flipping you over and around so you’re on your hands and knees and his throbbing cock is resting on your ass, his sweatpants and underwear quickly thrown on the floor. “I’ll teach you how to fuck then. for now, I’m gonna make my slut cum on my cock. you were so good for goshiki, and now you’re gonna be good for me. you want that, baby? you want my cock? yeah, I know you do, whore. see you later, goshiki.” he pauses, stopping halfway inside of your weeping cunt. “oh, wait.” he looks up at goshiki, head tilted to the side. his devilish smile sends a shiver down his spine. he fists your hair and yanks your head up roughly, ignoring your guttural cry, so you’re forced to stare at goshiki with teary eyes nearly rolling back in your head, drool coming out of your open mouth, mindlessly trying to fuck yourself back onto tendou’s thick cock. “unless you wanna watch?”

the end.

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miiracleangel · 3 years

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Shake ass pt. 6

Fukurodani and Shiratorizawa ft. Sakusa

Inarizaki ➪ Karasuno

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Bokuto

my baby owl

“y/n, y/n.....y/n” your boyfriend repeats as he pokes your nose.

you scrunch your nose as you slowly stir awake in your bed. Woken randomly from your nap.

“Ko, Ko, Ko What is it”

“I saw a video of a woman’s husband shaking his butt around to prove he wasn’t cheating”

You sit up and rub your tired eyes

“you know you’re really cute but i have no idea what you’re saying” you tell your boyfriend who is very much wide awake.

“i’m saying that i am going to shake my butt around too”

“oooo yummy” youre confused and excited at the same time and get comfortable to see your boyfriends whole show that he very clearly has put togeteher bcs he even knows what song to put on and everything

“Ko i already know you would never che-“

“you wanna see me do this or not”

“no i very much want to see this continue”

so there you were laying in bed looking at your boyfriend

who is only wearing his underwear

shake his butt around your room to prove something you already knew would never happen and this dude

very much jiggles.

can’t help yourself than to grab his ass and smack it too and he giggles at the attention.

“okay all done i want kisses and cuddles now” he says jumping back in your bed and pulls you to cuddle close to his chest. “did you like my show?”

“oh ko it was amazing, yes, thank you” you tiredly exclaim earning a big bright smile from your boyfriend.

He kisses you and grabs his phone

“Now to send the video to Akaashi”

“come again”

“he needs to know i would never cheat on him either and get a new best friend”

Akaashi

“and he was wearing?”

“just his boxers y/n”

“that’s it?”

“yeah and his reason behind it was to prove he won’t cheat on me and get another best friend” your boyfriend tells you the story on a special video he got of his best friend while sitting back down with you in the cafe.

You stare him dead in the face “it must’ve been an honor for you” you tell him holding back a laugh.

“dont be jealous”

“JEALOUS?!”

“yeah babe”

“Keiji why would i be jealou- ya know what i am jealous”

Akaashi looks up from his laptop at your face with concern. “Jealous that you didn’t get to see Bokuto in his boxers?”

“oh my god no”

You huff “So Bokuto can shake ass infront of his girlfriend, what about you?”

“he did it to prove he wasnt cheating baby, it’s a tiktok trend”

you stare at him

he stares back

staring contest

both very bored faces looking back at one another it’s a sight to see

“I’m not cheating so i’m not shaking ass”

“You are cheating because you aren’t shaking ass”

your boyfriend huffs and gets up, he reaches over the table to give you a kiss on the lips and does some type of Shakira belly dance.

earning many looks from nearby people trying to enjoy their cafe experience.

And then there’s you: spitting out your drink bcs what is this mf doing?

“That’s definitely not what I meant Keiji”

“i proved my innocence leave me to sit here and think about my life choices”

Tendo

Doesnt hesitate

chaos, he’s chaos what did you expect

in fact he’s been so down to do it, he’s been shaking his ass around his dorm for 30 minutes.

You’re sitting at his desk and he’s circling around you shaking around

“Tori you DO know that I get the point and know you’re not cheating, you can stop now”

“no”

“alright”

you continue your work as your boyfriend continues his work

then he starts singing

obviously something he is coming up with on the spot

“i’m gonna sing you a love song now”

“please don’t”

“too late bitch” and que the loud exaggerated singing from your boyfriend

“You fuck face stop” you laugh while throwing a pillow at him.

“i would like to dedicate this song to y/n who has a fat ass and a tight p-“

“Tendo that’s inappropriate” ushijima says walking into his and your boyfriends shared dorm.

“Yeah Tendo that’s inappropriate”

Tendo laughs and bends over to plant a kiss on your forehead and whispers “what’s inappropriate is what we were doing on Wakatoshi’s bed before i was told to dance in the first place”

“What”

you get up frantically “oh my look at the time it’s avoid my boyfriend o’clock” and dart out with Tendo right behind you laughing.

Ushijima

ushy gushy headasaa

You both were sitting at the park feeding ducks

not bread bcs that’s bad for ducks. don’t feed ducks bread feed them seeds thank you this has been a psa

You both sat quietly together and just enjoyed the moment as you both usually do. You’re on your phone until your parents send you a video of them doing on tiktok.

No words just vibes from your boyfriend next to you

duck vibez

“So” you start breaking the silence.

“So” your boyfriend repeats after you.

“There’s this thing I’m gonna need you to do”

“There’s a thing i’m gonna have to do” he repeats.

“My parents did it”

he repeats again “Your parents did it”

“shake ass if you’re not cheating”

“If i’m not playing volleyball i’m with you and if i’m not with you i’m playing volleyball where in that time frame can i cheat” he asks to you, still looking at the ducks.

“well-“

“any free time is done eating and studying obviously” he continues.

“well i-“

“i’m kinda hungry right now actually”

“TOSHI”

“y/n”

“ass. shake. now. please.”

you give him puppy eyes.

“i don’t see the point but alright” he gets up and faces you and in the movement scared some ducks.

“Now the ducks hate me”

“Toshi the dance”

“okay” he mumbles. clearly confused and not wanting to do this.

mans wants to vibe with ducks

he continued to shake his hips side to side and you couldn’t help but squeeze his thigh

“how did that make me a better boyfriend” he asks afterwards

“it doesn’t i just wanted to see if you wo-“

“that’s it waka-chan, out” he send a peace sign your way as you look at him dumbfounded.

he takes and few steps and turns. “come with me i don’t want to leave you here alone”

You smile and go to grab your boyfriends hand and walk back to his dorm.

Sakusa

here are your crumbs sakusa stans

“How about if I teach you a little”

“I’m not doing it y/n”

“See you saying that is like me stuffing you in a full elevator”

“how?” your boyfriend asks looking over at where you laid on his bed next to him.

“That would suck for you right”

“To put it simple sure” he says looking back at his phone.

“yeah so you not shaking ass to prove you’re not cheating will suck for me” you say with your body facing him and your head resting on your hand.

He looks you deadpan in the face. “You doing that will give me a heart attack, me not doing this will just make you a pouty baby for an hour”

“so you want me to be a annoying pouty baby for an hour?”

“yes actually, you’re kinda cute when you’re pouty”

“oommiiiii” you whine

“see, so cute” he says smiling at you.

“OOOMMMMIII” you raise your voice

“that ones not as cute”

“OOOOMM-“

“OKAYYY Y/N” he yells over you trying to get your attention.

you peck his lips “thank you oomi”

“shut up slut”

“i’m YOUR slut, okok now basically do this” you start twerking and moving your hips and ass to show him how it’s done until you hear a light “passsh” noise and a wet feeling on your butt

“you didn’t” you say facing away from your boyfriend standing up.

“it was terrible, i had to” your boyfriend says

“so you’re gonna spray lysol on my pants?” you turn around to see your boyfriend have his shirt over his nose.

“yeah- OKAY so imma do this and you don’t bother me ever to shake my ass ever again right?” he questions cupping your cheeks.

“Dont be cute after what you just did” you say rolling your eyes at him.

he’s still cupping your cheeks while he shakes his ass- it’s not even an ass shake no one knows what it is.

“Thank you Oomi” you say puckering your lips asking for a kiss and he gladly plants one on your lips.

“you owe me bitch” he whispers into your lips causing you both to laugh into your kiss.

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blxetsi · 3 years

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HIIIII!! can i get a pieck finger dating headcanons if that’s alright with you of course? your stuff makes me soft, stay safe!

yuh ‼️ tysm for your request

pieck finger dating headcanons (modern au)

pieck finger x gn!reader

warnings: literal fluff, no angst or anything i love pieck

- bc pieck is assumed to be like 23-26 this wont be a uni au or anything

- idk i rlly think you guys wouldve met in a mundane way

- like you bump into her on the sidewalk and try to the really awkward "oh im so sorry i didnt see you there- no really it was my fault- are you sure youre okay ?- okay great- no im not hurt- yeah- okay have a good day and again im so sorry !!" thing with her

- and then maybe you guys see each other again at a coffee place, youre there with your friends and shes there with hers, and you dont wanna talk to her obv bc that would be awkward

- then ur friend makes u go and order another coffee for them, and while youre waiting for your order pieck comes and stands beside you

- and shes very observant yknow ?? if she sees a face its very hard for her to forget it

- so she immediately recognizes you and blurts out "its you !"

- and you have to be like "oh yeah ! it is me ! its you too"

- she finds it quite cute and giggles about it

- a very laidback person but also a very blunt person

- she doesnt find any harm in asking "can i get your instagram @" look she doesnt wanna be a creep and ask for ur number right at the start

- and it gives her a chance to find out what kind of person you are

- it would absolutely suck for her if such a cute face was posting fishing pictures and alt right propaganda yknow ??

- so you two do and then both of your orders come so you two give awkward goodbyes before going back to your groups

- her instagram is very pretty, nice themes

- she posted a couple of hours ago, with her and her friends in a park, taking a couple of posed photos while some looking like they were natural

- shes adorable and you cant help but feel your cheeks go warm as you basically stalk her page

- she dms you and says "are you too busy looking at my feed that you havent followed me yet ?" and you see this mf staring at you across the room like 👁️👁️

- okay nosy lets calm down now 🙄🤚

- you try to defend urself but ur typing so quick you keep making errors in your writing, she ends up saying something else

"you know, i was doing the exact same thing. youre beautiful you know"

- thank you pieck 🥰

- over the next couple of weeks thats how you two communicate. she'll send you instagram memes and edits of her favourite shows, movies, games etc. and you find yourself having a lot in common w her

- you check her story so frequently it becomes one of the first accounts on the top of your homepage

- and FINALLY, when she feels she can see you as a friend and not just some pretty stranger she met on the street she asks you out

- it was a simple thing, just to the movies, and she even let you pick which one !! (imagine its pre covid idfk)

- you two go and its an awkward hug before you both head inside

- you pay for your tickets and she gets an extra large popcorn and a drink

- you assume shes just v hungry but before you can order yourself something shes like "what are you doing i got this for us !!"

- rlly cute bitch omfg

- during the movies, after she eats literally most of the fucking popcorn, she pulls your hand out of your lap and holds it with her buttery one 🥰🤚

- this bitch had crumbs and didnt even think to wipe them off

- you still held her hand tho anyways

- after that night you parted ways in front of the theater after making sure you two would be getting home safe

- and that became routine for a couple of weeks, not going to the movies obviously bc thats expensive but watching movies together !! youd go over to her apartment or she would come over to yours

- one thing about pieck is that shes very touchy

- one way or another she will end up cuddled with you on the couch

- it doesnt matter if its you being forcefully pulled on top of her body or her draping herself over you like shes a blanket, you two WILL be cuddling and you WILL enjoy it

- but finally, as if the gods gave you mercy, she finally kissed you

- it felt so nice, her lips were soft and sticky from her lip gloss and she tasted like the swedish berries you had gotten for her to munch on

- and the rest of the movie you two just sat there, kissing each other and giggling like teens

- she ended up staying the night, and complimented your bedsheets

- your relationship moved pretty fast after that

- she had already told all of her friends about you, they werent very surprised

- when you got officially introduced her friends zeke and porco tried to do that whole "if you hurt her.." speech before she slapped them and had marcel pull you away to safety

- other than that the night was very fun, you got to talking about your career, why you moved to the city, and other mundane topics

- pieck is actually a graphic designer, and everytime she comes to sleep over she just HAS to bring her laptop with her

- its basically just her laying in between your legs while she types away, youll pet her hair and lay soft kisses on her neck, and occasionally ask what shes doing

- she likes to tell you, has no problem in answering the questions you have, even if you think theyre stupid ones, shes very soft with you

- also a bit of a trickster

- for your first april fools together she slept over, you didnt have anything planned for her bc youre a good person and wont hurt the ones you love

- she stuffed your breakfast muffin with mustard 😁👍

- you gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the day until she apologized by getting you a new muffin

- now she always dropped the l bomb to you, but she never needed you to say it

- thats why, when you were helping her cook dinner at her place you softly said "see ? and thats why i love you" she kind of,,, stopped what she was doing

- you realized why she wasnt washing the knife she used to cut your vegetables and tried to backtrack, but it was too late, she was already tackling you into a hug and taking you down onto the floor

- she just gave you kisses while repeating "i love you i love you i love you" over and over again

- bc of her you burnt ur fucking chicken smh

- you spent that night eating junk food and watching movies

- piecks a very observant person, so she always knows when youre sad too

- when you give that little huff when you come home to your (new !) shared apartment she knows something is up

- she'll slowly trail behind you as you walk to your bedroom, stripping to your underwear and changing into your pajamas

- you crawl into bed just wanting a nap to forget about the day, and she'll crawl in with you and hold you

- you never like to cry but youre so frustrated and upset at your coworkers, at that rude customer, at those deadlines, that you just breakdown

- and she lets you, she lets you almost suffocate yourself in her chest with how much your pushing your head into it, she strokes your hair while you choke on your own cries and hands you tissues when you need to blow your nose

- "what do you need my love ?" "i just need you" "okay baby"

- communication is a big thing in the relationship, and because shes been so open and honest from the beginning, talking about how you feel has never been easier

- in fact, you like talking about how you feel about your relationship, or how you didnt like what pieck said to your friends the other day, this and that, you feel comfortable and safe with pieck no matter what, which makes talking about even the most hardest things seem so simple and natural

- all in all, even when she wakes you up with spontaneous ice cream dates or asks that you put raisins in the popcorn during movie night, even with the fights and the crying and the exhaustion the next day, life would be much duller without her, and you only have to thank your clumsy self

uhh i feel like this is very short but yeah ❤️ requests are open so go crazy mfs ‼️

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #hange zoe #pieck finger headcanons #pieck finger x reader #pieck finger #pieck x reader #pieck headcanons #pieck aot #marcel galliard #porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager x reader

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stickyy · 3 years

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if it's not too much of a hassle,you can write about hawks with a SugarBaby (reader) because he's like a SugarDaddy BUUUT Instead of being the one who dominates,¿is the reader who does it? hawks only gives her money and gifts as payment for a little of your attention,hawks pays the reader to dominate it and pay for his company,if you step on his crotch he will surely thank you (femdom and ¿mommy kink?). I was thinking a lot about this dynamic and I found it VERY interesting,¿what do you think?.

warnings: sub!hawks degradation, findom, femdom, mommy!kink, cock stepping, spit kink, an instance of face slapping, hawks is a little bitch simp with a fat wallet, reader is kind of a bad bitch ngl

wordcount: 2340

notes: anon this is IT this is what im mf talking ABOUT!!!

PERFORMANCE

Keigo all about spectacle. Chaotic destruction in the pursuit of a villain, the dramatics of combat, blinding camera flashes, cacophonies of squealing fangirls, the sheer wealth that comes with the exclusivity of the top 10- he’s no stranger to the limelight. Popular for a reason, he’s young and powerful, deceivingly coy despite it all, and it drives the public wild. He has them in the palm of his hand. A playboy poster child, spectacle is his middle name, and he wears it well.

He gives you a different performance behind closed doors.

You’re working, finishing an uneventful shift at your dreadfully mundane day job. You’ve been counting down the hours, which, ironically, causes time to slow down. Scrolling through your social media feed, you just want to pass the time. You’re skimming an article about music when your phone vibrates in your hand.

‘heyyyy :)’

A grin spreads across your face. The number is unlisted, which is exactly why you know who it is. Excitement bubbles in your chest, the monotony of the day suddenly shattered. Keigo must be in town; he knows not to contact you unless he has something to show.

You check to make sure your read receipts are enabled, before staring at the message on the screen, not bothering to type a response. It’s a waiting game; you want him to work for it, to put on a show only for you.

Two whole minutes pass before you receive another.

‘i’m back in town tonight! :D’

You make no move, not yet appeased. It takes five minutes for him to cave:

‘can i see you?’

‘i need to see you’

‘missed you so much, mommy’

‘let me take you out to dinner? please?’

The prospect of a nice dinner outshines the takeout you were planning to order. A quick google search gives you a few options, and you decide on a steakhouse. They have wagyu, which you’ve been dying to try. Of course, coming in at $120 a steak, you hadn’t gotten a chance to yet.

You send him the link, along with a short message:

‘8 pm, wear something nice.’

He instantly responds with a ‘thank you mommy :)’. You can’t help the the giggle that comes out of your mouth.

Keigo takes you back to his place after dinner. You make a point to keep your red-bottomed heels on, the click-click of your stride setting the tone for the night. He slips into his role easily, taking your coat and purse (both gifts from him; $1,790 and $2,850, respectively) to hang up. You take your place on the plush couch in his living room, legs crossed as you lean back, thoroughly satisfied from your meal. You never pay, of course- you don’t even go out of your way to acknowledge the check, but you were able to sneak a peek at the tab, which came in at a whopping $459.85. You didn’t think that two people could spend so much on a meal, but Keigo always found a way to spoil you.

He comes back into the room with a bottle of wine that you had requested last time you saw him (1990 Château Haut Brion, $875; even you had to admit that was ridiculous), handing you a wine glass and pouring your drink. He moves to fill his own, but you stop him.

“I didn’t say that you were allowed to drink tonight,” it’s a casual statement, but your pleasure ignites at the slightly dejected look on his face as he closes the bottle. It’s such a contrast to how you see him in the press. He never stops performing, you know, but this act is different. His fans see his chest puffed and wings flared, you get to see him on a leash.

“Why don’t you come sit next to Mommy?” you offer, Keigo perks up, meeting your gaze as he moves to take a seat next to you on the couch.

“The floor,” you correct before he can do otherwise. His breath hitches and he hesitates for a moment, but he kneels next to you anyways. He’s so pretty beneath you. It minimizes him, his usually proud aura squandered from your elevated point of view. It doesn’t help that he loves it- loves slipping into his role of being lesser. It excites him, and that, in turn, spurs you on. You thread your free hand through his hair and he visibly relaxes, pressing into your palm as his wings unfold slightly. The two of you stay like that for the moment as you sip on your wine, the luxury made so much sweeter by the hero in your company.

“Did you miss me?” you break the silence with your question, tilting his head up toward you to make eye contact. He nods enthusiastically, subconsciously scooting closer to you.

“Yeah,” his voice is saccharine, gaze full of adoration, “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Of course, you sick freak. You’re supposed to be off saving the world, and you’re thinking about the girl who won’t even fuck you if you don’t pay up first,” you tug on his hair roughly, causing him to hiss in pain. A grin graces his features despite the abuse.

“You know I can’t help it, you drive me crazy.”

He shifts, and you can see the outline of a bulge in his pants.

“You’re fucking kidding,” you scoff, “all I’ve done is play with your hair and you’re already hard?”

He’s so easy to fluster when he’s like this, willing and pliant in your hands. He nods again, always so unashamed in his perversion.

“I didn’t touch myself at all, like you told me to, and it’s been so long,” his eyes plead with you, slightly rocking his hips for any kind of relief. He wasn’t allowed to jerk off so long as he was seeing you.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re easy for it, baby. All it takes is a little affection to get you to empty your wallet. Pathetic, don’t you think?”

He whines quietly, pupils visibly dilating . “Yeah, I’m pathetic, just a slut for Mommy.”

With a hum, you set your glass down and uncross your legs. “Unzip your pants.”

He obeys, getting the zipper stuck twice in his haste. Cute.

You press the flat of your heel against the tent in his boxers. The moan he lets out is sinful, grinding up against you in search of any sign of relief.

“These heels are so nice, aren’t they? Probably one of my favorite gifts,” you reminisce, admiring the way the shiny leather contrasts against his skin. You can already see a wet spot forming on his boxers. “Do you remember how much they cost you?”

He’s lost in the sensation, too preoccupied to answer your question. You step down slowly, watching his face contort into one of pain, though the grinding doesn’t cease.

“Answer me, Keigo.”

“F-fuck, what was it, like $700?” his voice cracks, his breathing labored.

“Close enough. Aren’t you embarrassed, spending all that money on shoes just so you can rut against them?” your words send a shudder through his body. The act is starting to fade as he nears his orgasm, his playful exterior melting into one of desperation.

“I’m close, fuck I’m close,” Keigo almost sounds panicked, his hips desperately bucking in pursuit of his first release in a long time. You remove your heel abruptly, pouting at him. He lets out a pitiful gasp as the loss of sensation, a sob making its way out of his throat.

“You know what you have to do if you want to cum,” you say sternly, feigning disappointment. He jumps up, stumbling across the room for his jacket and reaching for his phone in the pocket. You notice his hands are shaking as he taps his screen a few times, before your phone chimes in its place next to you. You look over, and grin at the Cash App notification.

‘birdbrains🐤 sent you $1,430 for i love you mommy <3’.

“Holy shit, Kei, you’re that desperate to cum? If I didn’t know otherwise, I’d assume you can’t get anyone else to fuck you,” You’ve always made his pay before he touches you, but he’s never broken a grand for just an orgasm.

“Please, Mommy,” is all he gives. He’s already back at your feet.

You spread your legs, unable to contain your arousal at this point; seeing the winged hero so broken always sets a fire in your stomach. “Make Mommy feel good, and I’ll let you stuff that needy cock inside of me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He’s immediately between your legs, pulling your lacy panties to the side (one half of a custom made designer set, $650) and shoving his face between your thighs. He always eats you like his life depends on it, obscenely slurping on your gushing entrance. He’s good at it too, expert tongue on your clit, pushing two fingers inside and prodding at your velveteen insides, causing you to bury your hands in his hair to keep him in place. You moan loudly, not bothering to hold back your noises. This is always about your pleasure, and you make sure to remind him of that first and foremost. It’s not necessary, though; you're convinced that he’d go bankrupt if it meant he could have even an hour of your time. You can do anything to him, say anything to him, and it only drives him crazier.

To prove your point, you squeeze your thighs against his head, effectively suffocating him. He doesn’t let up- if anything, he begins to lick and suckle more enthusiastically, hands gripping your thighs tightly. You keep him there for a solid minute, watching him struggle in your grip. It’s enough to push you over the edge, and you shout as you grind against his face, riding out your first orgasm of the night. You let up, spreading your legs again and he gasps for air, tears flowing freely as he catches his breath.

“Thank you Mommy, thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he huffs between gasps, face glistening with your juices. You grab his chin and lean down to give him a kiss, feeling him melt into you as he lets out a little moan. The taste of your arousal on his lips causes you to shiver in pure euphoria. You pull back but keep his chin in your hand, coaxing his mouth open before you spit, tilting his head back and watching your saliva slide down his throat.

“Good boy,” he perks at the praise, smiling despite himself.

“Go ahead and strip for me, and I’ll let you have that orgasm you want so bad,” you say as you stand, peeling yourself out of your dress. He obeys, albeit slowly as he’s more distracted watching you strip in front of him, eyes tracing your curves as you undo your bra and slide your panties down, opting to keep on the heels. You notice, but decide to let it slide this time. You gesture for him to sit and he obeys, grabbing your hips as you straddle his lap. His cock curves against his stomach, an angry red and damp with the obscene amount of pre dripping down his length.

“This looks like it hurts,” you lilt mockingly, gently running a finger up his length to gather some of his pre. You smear it on his lower lip, raw from your earlier abuse.

“It does, fuck- Mommy, please,” he’s back to begging, eyes misty, “Please let me fuck you Mommy, I promise I’ll make you cum again, I’ll make you cum as many times as you want-”

“Shh,” you stop his babbling, positioning yourself over him, “keep your hips still for me, okay?”

He nods, and you begin to sink onto his length, slowly.

He moans, eyelids fluttering as your gummy walls begin to constrict around his length. He struggles to keep himself from squeezing your hips and fucking up into you, but he manages in fear of a punishment. You take your sweet time before bottoming out, staying completely still. Keigo chokes on a sob, thighs quivering with the effort to stay put, and you watch him for just a moment longer, revelling in the sight. He’s flushed down to his chest, eyes lidded and pupils blown, skin dewy with sweat and tears and your slick, wings fluttering behind him.

If only his fans could see him now.

You take pity on him and start to move, allowing him to take your weight in his hands, bouncing you on his cock. It takes a lot of focus not to get lost in the sensation, squelching noises filling the empty air as your mind starts to blur, his cock rubbing against the spongy walls of your pussy. He’s nothing if not enthusiastic, moaning unabashedly, eyes trained on your face. He’s already close, but there’s a determination in his eyes that confuses you slightly; he has permission to cum after all. It’s when the blunt head of his cock hits something gooey inside of you that it makes sense; of course he’s making good on his promise to make you cum first. He’s a good boy, after all. It doesn’t take long, his hips jackrabbiting as he abuses that spot in you, forcing the pressure in your stomach to pull taut, and eventually snap. You cum with a squeal of his name, vision darkening as you watch him finish, stray tears flowing down his cheeks. You catch a few with your thumb and lick them up.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mommy,” he’s breathless, but you can tell he’s not totally satisfied; it’s been weeks since he’s seen you, after all. He begins to roll his hips again, face scrunching in the sweet torture of overstimulation.

You land a firm slap on his cheek and he gasps, giving you a surprised look.

“You know what you have to do if you want another orgasm.”

The show goes on.

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whorefordazai · 3 years

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hii how are you? i hope you're good<3 uhm, I don't know how to use tumblr yet,, but if you're doing request,, can i ask for sfw and nsfw headcanons for sigma? i literally can't found anything of him😭

I kinda made this abnormally long unlike my other headcannons I’m sorry haha😅 but I had a lot of fun writing it !

sigma headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

ft. sigma x gn! reader

genre: fluff, nsfw

warnings: mentions/depictions of sex

SFW

Before dating:

- before you start dating, you won’t catch much of an eye to sigma. After all, you’re just another casino worker. He still respects you and definitely values your hard work (just as any casino worker) because he knows how much work you all put into the casino.

- the both of you are just work buddies at first. That’s all. Tbh if sigma started liking you, he wouldn’t even be able to identify it as a crush LMAO

- like “oh they’re actually really pretty...” and “we would make a good partnership...” and “I really admire their skills to persevere through anything...”

- really sigma? Is that all😏?

- and then he’d begin to notice the things he’s saying in his head like “oh...they really are so beautiful...” and then realization hits and he’s like “WAIT! THEY ARE JUST A COLLEAGUE!!”

- little did he know, he said that out loud while furiously waving his arms in the air. Fyodor saw, kept quiet like this 🧍‍♂️🤐, then later gossiped about it to Nikolai.

- he’d dismiss the idea at first, ignoring his own feelings because obviously he doesn’t think he’s worthy enough for you. But it’s so hard to keep away from you. Mostly because you’re his mf partner😄👩‍🦯

- unable to keep away from you, sigma knows he wants you now. He can’t deny the fact that you’re incredibly attractive. Both inside and outside. You work just as hard as him, you’re always so determined and ready for action. Sigma envied you to be able to keep a cool head throughout frustration.

- he really wanted to make the first move. Nothing too forward. He just felt anger rising in him every time he saw an old man hit on you and try to flirt. You, of course, could only laugh with a nervous nod because they were customers.

- unable to take anymore, sigma confronts you.

“Y/n...you know you can tell those old men to stop bothering you...right?”

Your smile faltered for a second, but you quickly masked it up. “But sigma...we can’t lose customers. You work so hard to maintain this casino...it would all go to waste if the customers stopped coming.”

Sigma’s heart broke at your pained smiled. He gently grabbed your hands and made you look in his eyes. “I don’t need some old perverts as customers. You matter more to me than anyone.”

HUH?! Did I just say that😃?!

Panic immediately set in sigma’s head. Of course he wasn’t lying, you did matter to him more than anything. But it was really strange hearing it come out of his own mouth. Nothing had ever been more important to sigma than the casino. This is scary...

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. You clasped sigma’s hands tighter, resting your head on his chest. He immediately froze, unable to do anything else.

They’re hugging me? What am I supposed to do? This feels so different...am I supposed to hug back? This feels better than the hugs Nikolai forces on me...😟

After a moment of stunned silence 🤩🧍‍♂️, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. This is the first time he’s hugging someone who isn’t Nikolai😧...it feels so nice.

During a relationship:

- sigma would really have to trust you to be in a relationship with you. I mean, this is the first time he’s ever had these type of feelings for anyone.

- he’s a bit shy when it comes to showing affection. The first time he attempted to hold your hand, he almost fainted because his heart was beating really fast 🕺

- holding hands is something y’all both do. It’s like a symbol of safety and reassurance when one of (or both of you) are feeling anxious. He was a real sly mf when holding your hand for the first time😏👆

The loud music blared across the rooms. You and sigma were currently trying to make your way through the floors and between huge crowds. The casino was abnormally packed with people today, it was slightly unexpected.

You could barely see anything among the crowds, only sigma’s mismatched color hair popped out among others. “Sigma...w-wait...” you managed to mutter out. You were getting caught in people’s arms and it was becoming more unbearable to walk.

Sigma didn’t turn around at your voice, so you knew he couldn’t hear you. The music was way too loud.

Just as the both of you were turning a corner, a tall figure bumped into your body, making you fall over on your arm.

“Fuck!” You winced in pain, realizing that your arm was probably broken.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” You heard sigma’s voice call out to you. His face was morphed into shock and worry, seeing you on the floor. You raised your eyebrows. He came back for me?

He held out a hand to you, wanting to help you get up from the floor. You gladly took in, using your feet to help balance yourself.

Once you were up, you noticed that sigma had not let go of your hand. You looked up at him in confusion.

“Uhm...we should probably hold hands. Just to make sure we don’t lose each other...o-only if you want to though!” Sigma averted his eyes from yours. His voice was almost a whisper, you could barely hear it among the loud casino music.

A smile appeared on your lips. You look down at your hands clasped together, and intertwined your fingers. “Yeah. To make sure we’re safe...”

The both of you held hands the whole night.

Sneaky little sigma 😏📸

- give him sudden kisses. On his lips, cheek, or even forehead. He’ll probably stay stunned for a few seconds, unable to process what just happened.

- and then he’d go pink 😝

- I mean, he isn’t usually shy in front of others because he runs a fucking casino? There isn’t any time to be shy! But when you randomly kiss him, you’ll see his cheeks go red and his eyes glint.

- he’ll be a little flustered, so he’ll go to the back break room and take a moment to breathe and have a drink.

- the both of you have matching necklaces. The necklace has an Amethyst stone on it. It’s said to relieve anxiety and stress, and the both of you go through that every day. But really, it was just an excuse to wear matching jewelry 😊

- might I add, sigma wears a lot of jewelry! Especially to match his hair and outfits. He’ll mostly wear rings on his fingers, or sometimes you’ll sneak hair clips in his hair😏

- when he’s having a rough day, he’ll just crawl into your lap and lay his head on your thighs. You’d immediately get the message and start to slowly run your fingers through his hair.

- his arms would wrap around your waist and somehow your limbs would be tangled together under the blankets. He’d softly mumble into your chest, “I’m so lucky to have you. What did I do to deserve this?”

- having identity crises? Yes. Before he met you, sigma didn’t think he had a purpose in life. The casino was the only thing keeping him living on. Knowing all those people were depending on him kept him going. But he felt so empty.

- after a long hard days of work, he would come into his room and feel an immense emotion of loneliness. But now that you were here, he truly felt like he had someone by his side.

NSFW

- the first time y’all had sex, he was definitely shy at first. Was a little hesitant in touching you because making you uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted to do. Would always ask before placing his hands anywhere intimate. “C-can I touch you here?”

- he would be extremely gentle (and an unintentional tease) the first time. He would go really slow, his thrusts would send you oblivion. I mean, your walls are clenching around him, practically begging him to go faster.

- pls, he just doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you😞

“You feel so good...” sigma mumbled into your neck. Your eyes prick with tears from the feeling of him inside you.

“Mhm...go faster!” You mutter out, hands entangling behind his neck. His eyes flick to yours. “A-are you sure?”

“For fucks sake, yes!”

“...okay🤩!”

- after your first approval to go faster, he doesn’t hold back one bit. Within seconds, your legs are over his shoulders, his arms hooked around your thighs.

- he’s a soft dom, but kinda likes teasing you (not to the point where you don’t orgasm) but making you softly beg for his dick 😙

- sigma doesn’t always show it, but he loves it when you subtly drop hints that you want him to fuck you. The way you seem to dance with every step and your hands become fidgety just to touch him.

- expect lots of hickeys. Not the dark purple ones, just pink or red ones. He loves marking you up and watching you struggle to cover them up in the morning (don’t worry, he’ll help you cover them all while apologizing)

“Sigma, these hickeys are uncover-able 😶”

“Really? I do apologize, dear 😙”

(He’s not really sorry, if anything, he’s proud of his hard work)

- pent up stress relief sex. That’s it. That’s the headcannon. Even though this man might seem calm and collected on the outside, he’s definitely not on the inside.

- after running a casino the whole day, all he wants to do is relieve himself of his pent up stress...in you😙

- like I said, he’ll be a soft dom but when you want to ride him, his extra dom side will suddenly jump out. While you’re basically panting on his lap, he’ll grab your chin and say “you look so pretty sitting on my dick. Why don’t you look me in the eyes?”

- your legs won’t be working for the next few days shawty 🙅‍♀️

#bungou stray dogs #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs sigma #bsd sigma #sigma #bsd #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs imagines

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memes-saved-me · 3 years

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Thank you for tagging me in this brilliant idea!!! @lovebillyhargrove 💖💖💖💖💖

Answers below😁

1. Do they get together BEFORE MF possessing Billy or AFTER shit goes down? (Or maybe DURING😲)

I'm a sucker for their tension boiling over some time around Christmas and that's when they either kiss, have sex, get together or all three lol. That or post Starcourt Steve is left to take care of Billy because no one else is around who can and he slowly falls for him while Billy falls for Steve all over again.

2. Who kisses who first?

Steve. Steve going on for the kiss is my favourite. Billy of course returns it and is the one to take it further but Steve is the one to lean in or push Billy against a wall and go for it. Billy hesitates because he likes to tease and because he isn't fully sure Steve is on the same page.

3. Where do they have their first sex? (Location) (HJs and BJs count)

Blowjobs and handjobs at school. Hidden away or a party where they're drunk and it's messy but amazing. Sex wise Steve's room. Either its romantic and its been building to this or they rush to his, up the stairs and one is pushed down on the bed and so on. Its either intense and tension breaking or slow and caring. Or both honesty but its at Steve's house.

4. Who says 💖 I LOVE YOU 💖 first?

Billy. Steve thinks, knows he does way before but is scared to say it first so he waits and then once Billy says it, probably before, during or after sex he says it every chance he gets. Billy is a little less generous with it but when he says it Steve finds it means more than saying it all the time.

5. Bottom!Steve or Bottom!Billy?

I personally believe they'd switch. Hormone filled teenage boys happy to get what they can and deal it just as much. However, I'm a sucker for bottom Billy to begin with, Steve just getting into being bisexual so at first experienced Billy takes that position until Steve is comfortable enough to go for it. After that its whoever wants to or both of them. They just love being either side of things.

6. Do they give gifts to each other?

Steve will buy Billy things he wants or needs at any opportunity but Billy will buy little things here and there that have significant sentimental origin. Or he makes things like daisy chains and puts them on Steve while they sit in the grass. Little things like that.

7. Where do they end up living?

I love the idea of them leaving Hawkins, going to California and it just not being as good as Billy remembered. He bigged it up in his memories and they can't really afford the kind of place they would like there so they leave and go somewhere else to build a life together instead of relying on their past to bring them comfort. I'm not sure where they would end up really, maybe even another country eventually.

8. What are their future jobs?

Steve in sales, office work sort of thing. Billy a mechanic or dog trainer.

9. Who's a better cook?

Steve likes to think he's a better cook but Billy for sure is.

10. Steve Hargrove or Billy Harrington?

In terms of 😏 Steve but on terms of "Oh shit he's my favourite" Billy

11. What's Max's reaction when she hears they're together?

She's honestly disgusted by Steve's lack of taste and standards but is glad to know why Billy had been acting happier recently. Her first theory was drugs so being gay with Steve was more than better.

12. Describe in ONE SENTENCE Hopper's reaction when he hears the names Hargrove and Harrington mentioned together?

His ears perked up at the mention their names while sitting at the table with El, her run down of the day stating they were a couple which definitely caught his attention because never did he think the resident bad boy Billy would end up with preppy boy Steve but hey, teenagers are teenagers.

13. Does Robin like Billy OR does Robin hate Billy?

Robin loves anyone who helps her tease Steve but she also gives him the shovel talk which isn't as affective considering he was practically dead at one point. They have similar music taste and Billy is always brushing girls off and sending them in her direction which is an added bonus so yes Robin loves Billy as a friend but hates him as Steve's boyfriend because that's the best friend rule, you don't like their bf especially when they complain about them one minute then gush over him the next.

14. What about Dustin?

Dustin is just confused, for a long time. He doesn't really get why Steve would do this. Waste his time on Billy and he constantly asks him why but then he sees them together and sees Steve smile like he does when he's genuinely happy and he lets it go. Whatever makes Steve happy is okay with him. But he also gives Billy a talking to regarding hurting Steve or dumping him.

15. Fav Harringrove AU?

That's a real tough one. I'd have to say maybe the catching fire one I did because it lives in my head rent free and I mean in luxury with no bills rent free. It fits too well not to lmao.

Maybe the one where Steve accidentally kills Neil and they run off, idk there's just something about that.

16. Billy+Camaro=

Others have said it but I see the Camaro as a reflection of Billy and his current state. Like in S2 its all loud and fast and dangerous but then at the end once Max has threatened Billy she takes control of it just like she did Billy. In s3 its in a state of disrepair while he is flayed and catches fire as his fate is sealed and he dies just like the car. Also these shots right here are just 😭

I'd ramble for hours but I don't have time🥲 but thank you!! I just love talking about these boys!!!! Also everyone seems to have been tagged but I'm not sure so I'll leave this open for anyone!!💖💖💖

#thank you!!!!#harringrove

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(sorry for the format i think but this is loNG WTF IS WRONG W ME ITS INCOHERENT I'M LOCKIN MYSELF UP OFF TO HORNY JAIL I GO) deadass when you nd the boys are days away from being back on coruscant and on shore leave for a minute bc the general got some weird jedi shit to deal with is when u become peak Brat™ like it is so bad even the resident brat fuse can't keep up, the whole squad is screaming, and no one can stop u (yet) like you love teasing the boys but this is next level annoying like lets say max asks u to do something to help him get ready to fuck off for leave and ur just like no💕 i will cause problems on purpose))) he isn't happy and keeps asking while doing other work, realizes he's getting nowhere, and starts w the vague threats “you won’t like what happens if u keep this up” or “you really don't want to do this right now" but u finally do a few things to help before u leave to annoy void bc that man doesn't deal w enough shenanigans apparently...

u help void for a bit but get bored when void is just doing inventory and requisitions asking you how much of this or that nd you start saying "not enough" or "a fuckton" and while he appreciates the honesty it's not helpful but you ask "can't a droid do inventory? they know how to count?" getting a snarky reply of "yeah unlike you" obviously fed up but u continue to annoy him maybe cause mischief w the boys if they're there? maybe get handsy? threaten stupidity? who knows but anything u do is gonna get an exasperated sigh and "i'm gonna tell max about this shit" but what is he gonna do? punish u? [narrator: he, in fact does just that] so this goes on for a while but at some point when you are like 10 hrs out from coruscant max herds u to his quarters but lo and behold it's not bc he needs someone to fix his datapad but bc ur in for the punishment of ur life lol this man must have been planning this since ur first bratty act bc he has a bunch of stuff laid out just for u))) seeing this, u turn on the sad puppy eyes/pouty face and the "but i can be a good girl for u" or "i'm sorry i was just antsy to get back let me make it up to you" but nothing is gonna work now especially when he puts u over his knee.

he's pulling ur pants down over ur ass, revealing ur going commando today and u give him the "whats wrong maxy?" over ur shoulder just before he starts ur punishment isn't he sweet? he only spanks you a few times bc ur real punishment is SO MUCH worse and u realize this when he ties ur hands together over ur head and ties ur ankles together too hmmmmm this was more than u bargained for and u keep pleading with max when he takes his armor and blacks off but he keeps saying "u did this to yourself baby" and that he "can't help now" because "u didn't listen earlier like a good girl" but once he gets situated on the bed u know ur in for it. he grabbed some lube from his drawer and slicked himself up while telling u that "u won't be enjoying this part but i think i will" as he takes a hold of ur legs and lining himself up with not ur entrance but between ur thighs right above ur clit bc surprise! this ass and thigh man is gonna go to town fucking ur thighs while just grazing ur clit every few strokes absolutely working u up but no where near enough to get u off just like he planned. max really does love a good thigh fucking and so do u but he's usually playing with ur clit teasing u until he hits home and fills u up right - this time none of that is happening. u keep whining which just eggs him on more to bully u with "good girls deserve my thick cock but u decided to be a brat hm?" and "brats don't get to cum last time i checked" until he loses his rhythm and shutters as he cums all over ur stomach. he slowly gets out between ur thighs and runs his hands through the mess but ur still whiny so he shushes u with cum slick fingers before he gets up to grab his comlink just leaving the rest to get sticky (so rude)

he calls up void nd hear him say "my hip is acting up could u come look at it later?" with "did ur dumb ass do something again? give me a bit i'll head over" in reply with no idea what is waiting for him when he comes through the door. u have no idea how long it'll b until void comes so u keep trying to plead ur case to max telling him ur "sorry for being annoying and bratty i learned my lesson can i cum now?" but getting a surprising "lets see what void thinks" in return. its at least half an hour until void opens the door to see u tied to max's bed and him hovering over u just taunting and playing with u as he sees fit but honestly at this point nothing can really truly shock void now but this peaked his interest. max tries to explain saying "she was being a br-" "a brat i know i didn't think it would end up like this but" void starts as he takes off his remaining armor and ur begging for SOMETHING since max was so mean not even going near ur pussy (again rude) but thankfully void isn't a sadist (today) and starts teasing u by running his fingers through ur folds, playing with ur clit, and starts opening u up for him.

once he gets u good and wet he starts slowly rocking into u while u keep begging for him to give u permission to cum but he says that "brats don't get to cum they just get used))))" and ur thinkin ur definitely not gonna be cumming anytime soon but this mf just goes straight to pound town w the week/month/whatever he's had and the bratting u've done lol and u start clenching trying to get a rise out of him or get him to say something, ANYTHING but void won't give u the satisfaction of hearing his usual dirty talk, no, this is his version of punishment just letting u hear and feel him fuck u faster as he approaches his orgasm not caring about yours (yet) just feeling u tighten around him until he can't handle it and cums deep inside u just staying there for a minute catching his breath and u think void is done but oh lord no he is very much not lol he unties ur ankles and goes straight for ur pussy eating u out and cleaning up the mess he made inside and out, rutting into the sheets and making u squirm like nothing else maybe max wanders back over to you too and helps him out idk i was just having thots (since everyone is whore knee for wrecker rn i remember sending a wrecker ask a million years ago i can send it again if u want also i have a short fuse thing for u so))))) love being a whore)

ok bye im gonna be checking myself into the fuckin hospital THIS IS PURE GOLD IM

wOw

#I KEPT REREADING #ask #keida answers #cmakars #sunburst squadron

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chemicalpink · 4 years

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NSFW Drabble Game

Hello! I am almost at 400 followers and as a way to say thank you so much for reading my works and interacting with me, I thought to do a little game, all you have to do is send a Member + one of the following plots/number to my ask and I’ll make sure to grant you your headcannon.

Also, I made this little list from the bunch of thrist tweets of “the type to” so all due credits to thristy stan twitter. I had so much fun reading all.

Warning: smut

the type to have you backstage with the members and he sees you getting a little too “friendly” so he pulls you out the room and into the storage room as he slams the door pushes you against the door with his hands up your skirt whispering “know your place princess”

the type to offer you back massage after you came home from work but slowly turning it into something more by starting to kiss down your spine

the type to have pink furry handcuffs

the type to want your knee grinding against his dick while you make out in bed, and have you bite on his lips and pull away to tease him enough that he will flip you over on you chest and hit it with his legs holding yours down, his hand holding the crook of your neck too

the type to pin you against the wall as you two are having a heated make-out session, rubbing his leg against you, smirking when you moan from the contact. Draping your legs over his shoulder and eating you out like a full course five stars Michelin—holding eye contact.

the type to make you lean your head over the edge of the couch so he could fuck your throat, but you gotta tap when you need air, but he’s so pissed he keeps fucking a few seconds longer to make you lightheaded and see "those pretty tears on your cheeks"

the type to blindfold you and tie you to the bedpost. Clipping a vibrator into you at the highest speed as he watches from across the room, smirking when you overstimulate and beg him to stop it—only to fuck your mouth as you slobber over his dick

the type to ram into you with one of yo legs over his shoulder either on a table or desk with a " milk me fucking dry" between each thrust, then slaps his dick on your clit after cumming on your stomach

the type to whisper dirty things in your ear while he rearranges your gut. "Milk this dick, princess" while he's fucking you from the back, tugging on your hair every time you clench around him.

the type to wake you up by finger fucking you then after you cum he still keeps going but this time he adds pressure to your stomach and goes faster while telling you to take it as you moan and whine from overstimulation.

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out until you’re clean... like he the type to dive in your thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking your clit as he makes out w it

the type to cockwarm at a cinema and thrust into you when there's a quiet scene while whispering "ah ah ah ahh~ don't want anyone to hear those pretty moans" and rub your clit while he pounding.

the type to fuck you against the mirror while yanking your hair, balls deep as they slap against your clit. "You're so beautiful when I have you begging for my cock, Princess." Iron grip on your waist as he pounds into you making your legs buckle.

the type to nut all over your face after you give him some nasty head, just so he could make out with you and say "you like cleaning up with daddy, huh whore?" while he grabs ya chin/ neck, and spits before going back for round 2

the type to whine in your ear while running his hands all over your body crying it’s not enough he needs more of you while you ride him

the type to crawl underneath the table and eat you out while you're conversating with the boys. Pinching your clit and shoving his fingers roughly, making you overstimulate while holding eye contact and smirking at you

the type to slap your cheek and call you cute when he's halfway down your throat

the type to ask you to blindfold and handcuff him while you ride him, and if you come first, would want you to suck him off till he cries and pulls against the restraints from all the edging and overstimulation

the type to let you ride his thigh while he bites your neck

the type to catch you touching yourself, but instead of helping, he'd watch from where you can't see him. mf would smirk as you moaned for him but wouldn’t come to you till you finished 'now how about I give you the real thing, kitten?~'

the type to still keep thrusting as fast as a horse after you had the org@sm of your life

the type to randomly start fingering you while you both are on the couch watching movies

the type to fuck u senseless while your family is in the next room and if you make one noise he goes harder

the type to hold you by the back of your neck while y’all raw dogging, cause you were whining too much and he meant it when he said "imma shut yo ass up"

the type you give your pussy slow kisses while fingering you then starts to devour you whole

the type to make YOU answer the phone while fucking and not only that, he’ll make you put it on speaker and purposely fucks you harder

the type to keep sucking after you n/ut and look you in the eyes while you twitching.

the type to start up a life while you tied up to his bed with a vibe in and a gag on and play with the remote the entire time.

the type to jerk off in the bathroom while calling you, asking how your day was going as he runs his finger across his tip. Moaning and rolling his hips to your voice as he gets off to it.

the type to set his phone down and record when you ride him, got all ya tits in his hands and mouth so he has something to wank to when he’s travelling for work

the type to take Polaroids while he's balls deep, wanting to catch your reaction as your eyes roll to the back of your head

the type to take Polaroids of his c*m on ur t¡ts and put them on his wall

THE TYPE TO LET YOU RIDE HIS THIGH WHILE HE LAY BACK AND STARE YOU DOWN THEN HE SITS UP AND GRABS YOUR WAIST AND HOLD YOU DOWN AS HE BEGINS TO SHAKE HIS LEG UP AND DOWN AND SMIRK AT YOUR REACTIONS

the type to let you ride his thighs in a silk thong while he wears jeans, and every time you’re close to he’ll hold your hips still and would just laugh his pretty as laugh while you whine and bounce his knee

the type to bind your hands together and laugh at your cries while teasing you with sex toys not allowing you to cum “that’s right baby girl cry louder for daddy, you know I love it when you sing like that”

the type to wake up at night and dry hump you, wrapping his hands around your throat and waist, grunting and whimpering when the fabric of his boxers skim across his tip—rolling his hips as he grinds for more friction, liking the teasing feeling.

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out till you ain’t cum real nasty... like he the type to dive in yo thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking yo clit as he makes out w it

the type to fuck you while standing forcing you to hold yourself up without his help “unless you wanna cum you better not fall on those pretty knees of yours babygirl”

the type to ask for bondage as he gets hard at the thought of you dominating him and making him beg for your touch. Biting and sucking his skin whole toying with him, making his skin burn with pleasure, pre-cum dripping from his cock as he rolls his hips at the thought

THE TYPE TO GROWL WHEN HE’S EATING YOU OUT-

the type to fu!k you in the bathroom while his parents are waiting outside

THE TYPE TO SIT IN THE CORNER COACHING TAE FUCKING YOU INTO THE MATTRESS AND THEN LATER JOINING

the type to finger you with his rings still on because he caught you staring at his hands.

the type to spit in your mouth then shoves his fingers in there then pull them back out then start rubbing your clit

the type to fuck you on the countertop until you squirt then have you clean it up after

the type to have one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand placed on your thigh while he driving

the type to punish you by tying you down and teasing you with sex toys not letting you actually fuck him

the type to pull u in the bathroom at a party and ask to face fuck you cause you look that good and it’s been turning him on all night, purposely does a facial so he could make out with it all open-mouthed while he grabs your face in one of his big ass hands... might drool

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror and whisper in your ear “look how pretty you are” then he’d put his hand around your throat and say “I’d bet you look prettier moaning my name”

the type to let you blow him off while he is playing an online match with his friends but when it’s over he grabs you by the throat bends you over his desktop and starts fucking you covering your mouth as you moaned louder as he loves the feeling

the type to press down on your stomach while he…

the type to fuck you up against the door while your family over and cover your mouth if you get too loud

the type to pull you to him by your hips then rub them with his big ass thumbs, slipping them under you waistband then back out over and over again while staring right in your face.

the type to guide your hips as you ride his thigh, he’d slow your hips down when he feels you growing close. “hold it,” he’d order in a strong voice as he begins to speed your hips up again, enjoying the tears that fall from your eyes as you try to hold ur orgasm.

the type to finger you while kissing your neck and whispering dirty things in him in your ear

the type to cum in your mouth just to make you spit it back out on his dick to use as lube to fuck you again

the type to get you right when you're about to cum, pull out, then tell you he wants to watch you finish yourself

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror telling you that you look beautiful. Then proceed to say that you’re Daddy’s little cockslut and that all you’re useful for is to be a cockwarmer

the type to sit you in his lap and gently rock you back and forth on his dick, holding you in place so you can't move on your own and taking what he wants from you

the type to let you suck his dick in his studio and every time you gag, he just smirks and pushes your head down harder, making you gag even harder

the type to make you cry from overstimulation and just when you think he’s done and about to let you rest he just laughs and tells you to be a good girl and give him one more-

the type to rip your panties off with his teeth and say “don’t worry I’ll buy you new ones”

the type to whisper do you like that? Want me to go deeper?

the type to growl in your ear while he pulls your hair and fucks you deep from behind, telling you not to cum until he commands you to

the type to guide your hips onto his dick and just before you sit he’d slam you down and hold you there for a min feeling how deep he is

#bts smut #bts imagine #bts headcanons #bts drabble game #bts smut game #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok #jimin #taehyung smut #jimin smut #jungkook smut

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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Bartoned - Chapter 39

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Rating: E

Warnings: Drinking, Smut (MF, drunk sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, terrible dirty talk)

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 2029

Summary: Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up. When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 39

October came with a flurry of activity. Dress fittings and bridal showers. Meetings with your celebrant and caterers. Getting your IUD taken out. Clint was up to something with Nat, Wanda, and Kari but you couldn’t work out what. You kept catching them together anytime you got home early from something. They all played dumb and acted like they were just hanging out, but you knew there was more to it.

Clint had his bachelor party a week before the wedding. Natasha basically organized a repeat of Steve’s only with twice the debauchery. You received a lot of photos over the course of the night of Clint in various compromising positions.

Yours was happening the night before the wedding and you were a little worried you might end up regretting it. Kari came and got you in the midmorning and you kissed Clint and Nattie goodbye and gave the dog a pat before being led out to a limo already holding Natasha and Wanda.

A glass of champagne was pressed into your hand before you even had your seatbelt on. “So what’s the plan?” You asked.

“We’re going to have lunch at the Russian Tea Room. Then we’re going to go to a spa. Then we’re going to a Tiki Bar for dinner, drinks, dancing, and karaoke,” Kari explained.

“You trying to wipe me out for tomorrow?” You asked.

“Sure am,” Kari teased. “I wanna look better than you do.”

You laughed. “You know there’s a flaw in your plan, Kari? You’re gonna be there too.”

“Damnit,” she joked and took a long drink of her own glass of champagne.

“Who’s looking after the boys?” You asked.

“Steve and Bucky,” Wanda explained. “With Sam on rescue duty if things get too much for them.”

“That’s good. I’m sure they’ll do fine though,” you said. “Hope that Doreen can handle all of them tomorrow.”

You had hired Doreen back for the night at almost triple her usual rate to watch all the kids. They’d be there at the wedding anyway, but it meant the parents got a little bit of time off and she’d take them all to a hotel nearby so they could get some sleep once they were bored of it.

“We won’t be far away if she gets in trouble,” Kari said. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. She is trained for it.”

“Besides, Emilio has that thing where he thinks he’s responsible for his siblings' wellbeing,” Wanda explained. “He’ll be watching Cruz and Isabella like a hawk.”

“Okay, enough parenting talk,” Kari announced. “Guess what?”

“What?” You asked.

“You’re getting married tomorrow!” She cheered.

Everyone let out a ‘Woo!’ and clinked their glasses together.

The day seemed to degenerate as you went along. Lunch at the Russian Tea Room included family members and your closest friends. It was a classy affair with everyone on their best behavior in the iconic New York restaurant. Natasha complained that the beluga caviar wasn’t actually beluga caviar but generally everyone enjoyed themselves.

You then continued on to the spa with around half of the people who were at your lunch. It was very relaxing but Kari and Natasha kept messing with you so you spent half the time in hysterical laughter while being scolded for cracking mud masks or not relaxing properly.

Your group then went to Tiki Chick where everything quickly devolved. A lot more people met you there, including old school friends, family, people from your paramedic days, and people you’d met through the Avengers, the entire group filling the bar. The whole venue had been booked out and the tables soon became full of cocktails both shared and individual in novelty cups and glasses. You started out by sharing a huge rum punch with Wanda, Kari, and Natasha while you attempted to line your stomach with a burger so you didn’t get too completely drunk.

It didn’t work very well. Half an hour in and you were already well on your way to drunk and when the karaoke machine was wheeled out, you were drunk enough that you wanted to be the first one to sing. Half a dozen bad renditions of 80s rock ballads later and the stripper showed up.

You had thought that getting a stripper would be a little tacky and you wouldn’t be able to get into it that much. It wasn’t like you had a lack of extremely hot men in your life.

You were wrong.

Kari had hired a Clint look alike and he came in wearing what looked like a purple gladiator skirt you squealed with excitement and took your seat in the middle of the room. ‘Stripper’ was a generous term really. The guy was mostly naked when he got there, but he oiled himself up and gyrated on your lap, making you run your hands over his chest and butt as he danced. When he did strip off what clothing he did have, he had you lie on the ground while he did push-ups over you, much to the delight of every other woman there.

It was one in the morning by the time you were all kicked out and you were glad you were having an afternoon ceremony.

“Alright, let’s get you to your hotel room, Mrs. Barton,” Kari said as you stumbled into the back of the limousine.

“No…” you slurred. “I wanna go home.”

“Honey,” Wanda said gently. “You have a hair appointment and ten in Brooklyn and it’s over a two-hour drive from here to home even when there’s no traffic.”

“Don’t care,” you mumbled. “You’re going home aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she agreed. “But you have your hotel room.”

“Wanna go home!” You shouted.

“Oh my god,” Kari groaned and ran her hands down her face.

Natasha tapped on the partition that divided you from the driver. “Change of plans, we’re all going back to the compound.”

“Thank you, Tasha,” you mumbled, curling up against her side.

“You’re welcome, zoloste,” she said, wrapping an arm around you. “Try and get a little sleep in on the car ride.”

“And just so you know,” Kari said. “If I only get 3 hours of sleep because of you, Imma kill you.”

You closed your eyes and gave her the finger making Natasha laugh loudly.

Thankfully all four of you did get some sleep on the limo ride home. By the time the car was pulling up outside your house, you’d gotten two solid sleep cycles in. You had sobered up a bit, but you were definitely still feeling it when you stumbled inside.

You tripped over the dog as you let yourself inside making him yelp and you crouched down guiltily and patted him. “I’m so sorry, puppy. I didn’t see you. And to be honest, I’m kind of drunk.”

He seemed to forgive you, licking your face excitedly as he wagged his tail. Clint appeared at the top of the stairs and looked down at you confused. “Honey?” He said, softly. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the hotel.”

You stood and wound your way to him. “Wanted to see you,” you said when you reached him, tapping him on the chest.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and supporting you as the two of you made your way upstairs.

“Fuck that,” you said. “I like it better when you’re in my bed.”

He chuckled softly. “Might want to modulate your voice there, babe,” he teased. “Gonna wake Nattie up.”

He got you through the door and started to help you out of your clothes. “Did you have fun?”

“Mm-hmm…” you hummed as you flopped back on the bed and let Clint strip you off. “The stripper kinda looked like you. But not as hot.”

“That’s nice to hear,” he teased. “Come on, get into bed. It’s very late.”

“Nuh-uh,” you said grabbing the hem of his pajama shirt. “I want your penis inside my vagina.”

Clint laughed so hard he snorted. “That's the best futzing dirty talk I've ever heard.”

“Please, Clint,” you whined. “I want you so fucking bad. And it's my wedding day.”

Clint couldn’t stop laughing and he leaned down and kissed your temple. “How can I say no to that?”

You grinned and yanked down his pajama pants and nosed up his cock, placing small kisses and kitten-licking up his shaft as it hardened under your attention. You pulled it into your mouth, still semi-erect, and began to suck. Clint groaned and bunched his hands in your hair, his cock hardening fully in your mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft as you massaged and tugged on his balls. He let his head fall back and his hand slipped between your legs and he began to finger your clit, matching the slow pace you were setting as you sucked up and down his shaft.

As you moved faster up and down, his finger circled faster over your clit. You moaned around his cock and dropped your head down, your lips pressing flush against his groin as you deepthroated him.

“Fuck,” he groaned and patted your thigh. “If you want my penis to go into your vagina tonight you might wanna get up on the bed.”

You scrambled back up on the bed and Clint crawled up after you. He fished around in the side table as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a condom,” he said, pulling one out of the drawer.

“No,” you complained and whacked his hand, sending the packet flying across the room.

Clint started laughing and looked down at you. “What the hell? You’re not on birth control anymore, remember?”

You looked up at him and cradled his jaw. “I said it had to wait until the wedding,” you said. “The wedding is today.”

Clint blinked down at you as he processed the words you just said. “You wanna start trying right now?”

You nodded. “Don’t you?”

In way of answer, he brought his lips to yours and kissed you deeply, his lips slowly moving with yours. You moaned into his lips and brought your knees up and with a snap of his hips, he was inside you.

His hips rolled, pushing himself deeper into you as the base of his cock rubbed against your clit. His lips never left yours, and you began to get light-headed as your lips turned numb.

As your head became fuzzy, the rest of your body began to prickle and buzz. Each thrust of Clint’s body against yours sent current after current through you. You dug your fingers into his back and moaned into his lips. Your cunt ached and dripped around his cock as he penetrated you again and again.

You fell apart, your body seizing as you came, crying out into his lips. Clint broke the kiss looking down into your eyes and picking up his pace. You groaned and bucked your hips with him. “Fuck, Clint,” you moaned. “Give it to me.”

He pulled your leg up and you began to rub your clit. You cunt clenched suddenly and another orgasm hit. You clenched your teeth and cried out arching your back as it washed through you. His hips jerked into you and he released, groaning as his cock pulsed and filled you with come.

“Fuck…” he sighed and held himself inside you as his cock stilled.

“Mm… that’s exactly what I wanted all night,” you hummed.

“All night you were thinking about fucking me?” Clint teased. “I don’t believe that.”

“Some of it,” you giggled.

Clint slipped out of you and picked up your hips, shaking you gently. “Get in there, little guys. Do your work.”

You laughed and kicked your legs. “Clint!”

He chuckled and lay down beside you, pulling you in his arms. “Alright, go to sleep,” he said. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” You asked. “Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Just some random,” he teased. “Got her knocked up and now I gotta make an honest woman of her.”

You giggled and nuzzled into him. It wasn’t too long before sleep came for you.

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