#wait fuck i’m a shameless blog

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

conan gray was right. i wish you were sober.

#me @ my parents #who have only ever told me they loved me or were proud of me while drunk #i know they do #i know they are #but i wish they could bring themselves to say it sober #i wish they were sober #wait fuck i’m a shameless blog #this is def about fiona wishing her parents would just be good and normal and sober for once instead of … them. #fuck i’m still sad abt frank’s sobriety hurting them almost more than his alcoholism #fiona baby you deserved so much better. #personal #frank and the gallaghers

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BACKSTAGE SHOW — LYNEY.

contents. fem! reader, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, fingering, handjobs, unprotected + semi public sex, creampie

lyney, as all his charisma and charm suggests, is a risk taker—it’s why he has you pinned against the wall like this, backstage right before a show.

he shouldn’t. you shouldn’t. you both shouldn’t—but you will.

“lyney,” you warn, pulling away from his lips as he kisses you, hungry, needy, desperate, “we can’t—not here.”

he smirks a little against your mouth, let’s that smooth chuckle of his fan against your lips as he pecks them lightly. he’s amused when his brows quirk up and he stares at you like he has you cornered—he technically does.

“oh? can’t we?” he muses, “i guess not everyone is a fan of big audiences like me—don’t worry,” he presses a kiss to your jaw, “the stage is all ours here.”

“but anyone could walk by—”

“if we’re quick, everyone will be preoccupied—just like i planned it,” he winks.

of course. of course he’d plan to have everyone occupied just long enough that he could fuck you right behind the stage of his own show. you shouldn’t be surprised, yet here you are, gaping at him like he’s insane.

maybe he is, you think, maybe that’s why his tricks are so impressive—he’s not afraid to make a dangerous decision here and there.

“but—”

“i’m awfully nervous for this show,” he pouts, head falling back theatrically as he sighs, “i wish there was a way for me to relax before such a big performance. just to help calm my nerves—oh! wait,” he pretends to light up with an idea, hand squeezing at your tit as he grins, “i suppose there is one way.”

“you’re too much,” you groan.

it’s too late, his victorious grin is already flashing at you as he tugs down your pants, pushing the fabric of your underwear to the side before his finger brushes against your slit. he smiles smugly at the way you’re dripping already, slipping two fingers past your folds and deep into your cunt.

he watches you intently, stares at every reaction, every flutter of your eyes and every part of your lips, taking in the soft gasps as he brushes against that tender spot deep into your walls.

“look at that,” he coos, “you sure know how to put on a show of your own—much better than me, in fact.”

“l-lyney,” you pant, rolling your hips to meet his fingers as they thrust into you. you whine when his palm rolls against your clit, coating his hand in your slicked arousal.

“this is my favorite show,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as his fingers sink in and out of your dripping core, “it’s such a shame no one else gets to see this—you’d be more popular than me.”

“you’re shameless,” you gasp—but you cut yourself off with a whimper when he curls his digits just right as they bully into you. you can feel his erection poke through his shorts, pressing against your thigh as he leans closer.

“now now,” he mumbles, sucking soft marks into your neck, “you might want to hurry—otherwise we won’t have time for the main act.”

just like that, you fall apart, right there in the back of the stage, not far from a crowd of people waiting to see the same person who’s knuckles deep into your pussy. you gasp, choking on a broken wail of his name as he works you through your high, thrusting into you as you squeeze around his fingers.

you’re breath is erratic—harsh as you breathe and stare into his amused eyes.

and then you don’t waste a second—slipping his pants down just enough to free his strained cock, flushed and pink and swollen at the tip as it leaks with pre cum. you smear it along the head, taking your time to slowly stroke him as he lets out a breathy gasp, head falling into your shoulder as his hips buck into your touch.

“i’m honored you enjoyed my performance,” you hum, “but i think the real performer is always you.” you’re grinning, turning your head and kissing right over his braid.

he chuckles between pants, moans low against your ear and sends shivers through your heated body with every sound he makes. you can’t wait any longer—and something tells you he can’t either, not with the way his hand gently replaces yours, guiding his stiff cock so that his tip is grazing your slit.

“trust me,” he breathes softly, tone much gentler this time, “this isn’t like my performances. this is real—” and then he’s pushing into you, right past your folds and sinking deep into your cunt where his tip kisses that sweet spot at the back of your walls.

it feels real—it always does: the way he kisses you, the way his arms wrap around you, the way he breathes your name like it’s the most important thing he’s ever said. his hips pull back before they snap forward in a deep thrust, slamming his tip back to hit that spot that makes you curl your fingers and dig into his shoulder.

you can feel the drag of every vein against your walls, feel the friction burn pleasure through every nerve as his pelvis meets your clit and bumps against it. it’s good—he’s good, always knows just how to make you forget about your surroundings as all you feel is him.

“lyney,” you whimper, letting him press his mouth over yours to silence you, swallowing every sound you make as he rolls his hips and quivers over your body at the way you suck him in.

it’s a mess—your arousal smeared between your thighs, his glistening cock pulling out before sinking right back into you, filling the small room with the wet sound of him fucking you desperately. you pull him closer by his shirt, and he whines into your mouth as you clench around him after a particularly harsh roll of his hips.

“do you feel me?” he hums, groaning as his head pushes deeper into your neck, hiding into the crook of it as his lips press hot kisses into the skin, “‘cause i can feel you—feels good doesn’t it?”

“yes,” you mewl, fingers trailing to sink into his hair, pulling and making him whimper at the tug, “‘s good—so good.”

he’s close—you can tell from the first twitch of his cock, from the way his pace is sloppier and his body slumps more weight into you, soft whines and low gasps filling your ear as you near your own high. your hips snap up to meet his, pushing him deeper, harder against you and hitting your spot perfectly.

it’s enough to make you sob his name, enough to make you squeeze just tight enough as you cum to make him crash into his own orgasm too—hot, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim, spilling down the sides of your thighs and being fucked right back into you as he works you both through your highs without stopping.

“c-cumming,” he chokes—lyney is always so perfect like this, so pretty and magnetic when he falls apart right there against your body, with strained whines and broken calls of your name pushing past his lips as pleasure takes over every inch of his body.

you’re not sure when his performance starts, or if anyone’s nearby to listen, or if they’ve already witnessed this show you’ve put on yourselves—but you don’t care. you’re too busy cumming around his cock to think about that at the moment.

he slumps over you as he finishes at the same time you do, panting, and out of breath. you whimper and he shudders when he pulls out, cum oozing down the side of your leg—and you think he might just be glowing at the sight, grinning before he looks up and meets your gaze.

“how perfect,” he hums, “now you have a token to know i’m thinking of you during my performance.”

it’s show-stopping—that wink of his, charming and enough to make you throb between your legs all over again as he presses a sweet peck to your lips before adjusting his clothes.

you roll your eyes, opening your mouth respond before—

“lyney,” you hear lynette’s voice call from the distance, “what’s taking you so long? you have to be on soon.”

“be right there,” he calls, twirling his hat before setting it on his head, as he looks at you smugly, “i was just getting over my nerves, is all.”

girl bye id let him fuck me on stage too why lie

#thirstee! #teepods.writings #thirsts. #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact smut

[tiktaalic]

klance vs gallavich is driving me balls to the walls insane . as somebody who “liked” both . liked in quotes bc i was 14 when i discovered klance and it was . fun . ooh red and blue ooh teamwork and friendship blossoming into something more WHATEVER . gallavich. oh gallavich i discovered when i was 16 and depressed and it permanently altered my brain chemistry . people say that all the time but everything is DUST compared to what shameless will do to the budding brain. ian what you and i have makes me free guess what we’ve been doing daddy we’ve been fucking sorry i’m late yeah mick i’ll wait i wanna be where you are mickey you’re under my skin man the fuck can i do . SET THE BAR FOR REPRESSED GAY LOVE . i cannot stress this enough . mickey was born in a wet cardboard box all alone and went through allllll the horrors that people love to pretend their vanilla fave went through and got GAY MARRIED . ian gallagher suffered more than jesus and went on to get married to the rough kid he met when he was FIFTEEN . every single complexity people on here love to pretend their gayboring faves have is IN THE TEXT for them . this got long sorry . this is what they do to a person and i could go on . i had a shameless blog for multiple years and didn’t even scratch the surface of what makes them possibly the most compelling gay couple on modern television. klance is for when you’re a bit bored

KLANCE IS LITERALLY A SUMMER FLING! I know because I summer flinged with them! I was there! I watched the last season when it dropped at 3 am! But they are the definition of I made you up in my head. Gallavich is. Ohhhhh my god. People will literally make shit up and pretend it happened to their fav in an au or whatever but it happened to Mickey for REAL! his father for REAL shotgun married him to a woman because he found him in bed with a man! His father for real got in his face and told him he would kill him if he married a man and Mickey said Alright thanks dad. And then MARRIED IAN! Mickey better than any fake little guy with daddy issues because he. He’s the only one to ever do it. He’s the onlyyyyy one to ever do it. Everyone else makes up their little characters with their little daddy issues but mickey is mickey forever. Gallavich have so many. Lines. But the one that gets me every time is. when mickey’s trying to visit ian (in jail? hospital? I don’t remember). Your relationship to mr. Gallagher? Partner lover family y’know. He just rattled them off one after the other. He fucking LOVES ian. And ian loves him. And they got married. Im sure this is the most mainstream take in the world but it’s so good it’s soooo good when they’re living at mickey’s house with mickey’s wife and raising mickey’s toddler. And it’s so good when Ian spins out hard and Mickey is so staunchly There. Does not waver for a fucking second. What’s going on with Ian. Ask Mickey. Gallavich sweep

#anonymous #ask

[neko-nemesis]

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖~

Ft. Kaeya Alberich

Content/trigger warning: sexual content ahead (MDI), Dom!reader, sub!Kaeya, cockwarming, idk what else to add (lmk if I missed anything)

Synopsis: just a quick drabble ya gal thought of while literally waiting for my Uber lmao I'm shameless

♡ 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 ♡

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“Oh shitt-” his hand grips harder on your hips, “don’t squeeze me like that now, sweetheart” he says with gritted teeth, yet still flashing that forcefully stretched out grin on his face, desperately trying to show he’s anything but affected by the way you sat on his lap facing him, doing his makeup while he’s balls deep inside you.

“Oh? But I’m doing nothin’” you sang out the words, “besides you don’t get to complain, this cockwarming idea came from you afterall.”

“I take it back, this is torturously good baby” he whines, literally whining like a bitch and pouts as you giggle, still not bothering to stop as delicate fingers of yours glided the makeup brush on the side of his face, painting on the prettiest shade of pink on the apple of his cheek.

“It hasn’t even been more than 10 minutes, 20 more to go” you could see the way kaeya’s eyes bulge out, 20 more fucking minutes of this? he thinks, eyes almost rolling back from how your walls got tighter around his cock, trying to milk him out without even doing anything but even still, he's convinced he's closer than ever to nearly shooting his load inside of you.

“Come now, let’s make a deal yeah? Let’s drop this game and you let me take care of you hmm? I promise I’ll make it so good” he begs, giving up whatever was left of his dignity, since the man never begged for anything. Never begged for anything but you.

“But I’m enjoying seeing you squirm so much already” you grin, “besides, I can also feel how much your cock is throbbing inside me y'know?” grinding your hips on him to prove your point, almost instantly his jaw goes slack, the loveliest moan coming from him as you continue your ministrations but stop soon enough, much to his dismay.

“now be good for me yeah?” smirking, you grab the eyeliner next, purposefully circling your hips “to adjust the way” you’re sitting, earning yet another pleasant groan as you grab him by the jaw. “allow me to finish up by putting some eyeliner on you dearest, then maybe afterwards I’ll consider ruining it."

A/n: college sucks, that's all I'm gonna say. Forgive this pitiful slut for yet again ghosting like no one else kskdjjf anyway enjoy this filth my mind came up with, mwwah~

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[hinasakuino]

Distraction

Giyuu x Shinobu, the one where they fuck in a club, title taken from Distraction x Kehlani (ao3 link)

18+ content below cut, minors & ageless blogs dni, I am no longer breaking my neck to block every account as it is way too much on my part, my blog is 18+ and it is up to you to not interact knowing that you’re unwanted here 😘

Warnings: Cheating/infidelity, Shinobu is married but not to Giyuu, Mentions of oral (f receiving) dirty talk, vaginal sex/vaginal penetration, name calling (he calls he a slut & a mix of pet names) modern au, shameless smut for the best otp! Nsfw below the cut, enjoy

wc:2.4k

She never meant for things to get this far. It’s almost comical, how desperate she was for this complete stranger to ravage her. His eyes trail over her exposed chest, he practically ripped the buttons and she wondered how she was going to explain this wardrobe malfunction to her husband when she got home.

His breath fanning across her face breaks her from her thoughts. She can smell the whiskey from the drinks he had previously in the night,and her own essence lingering on his lips messy and slick her stomach tightens, she can feel herself clench thinking about feeling his breath ghosting over her cunt again. He leans forward for a kiss and she turns her head sharply, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head.

stupid.stupid.stupid. Ringing out like a mantra in her mind, she only came out because it was Mitsuri’s birthday, how the fuck did she find herself locked away in this restroom with someone that wasn’t her husband is beyond her.

“What’s wrong? You’re the one who wanted this,” He scoffs and begins to back away. Shinobu snaps her eyes open at the loss of his warmth and reaches forward, pulling him by the hem of his shirt so that he’s back to standing in between her plush thighs, her skirt already ridden up from their antics prior.

“Just no kissing, I’m…married,” She mumbles, not meeting his cold blue eyes. He grabs her left hand and studies the ring sitting pretty on her finger, it glitters in the light of the bathroom, Shinobu watches as he takes the ring and slip it off her finger, reaching for the clutch she had discard on the counter earlier he slips the ring in and laughs with no humor. The man grasps her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to make eye contact, forcing her to take in his handsome features laced with a shit eating smirk.

“Let me get this straight, you don’t want me to kiss you on the lips,” He pauses and lets go of her chin so that his fingers can trail down her face and neck. She holds her breath anticipating his next move, practically crying out when he presses his fingers firm and rough against her panty clad clit.

“But you let me taste this delicious pussy not even five minutes ago?” He scoffs and steps away leaving her aching, her chest heaves, breathing goes rapid when he reaches the door.

“Wait!” She shouts, she can feel herself trembling as she lowers herself from the counter to stop him from unlocking the door.

“What? You’ve already wasted my time,” He snaps, shooting her a glare, she looks away again, fiddling with her fingers.

“You can kiss me,” She mutters. He doesn’t respond immediately and she risks peeking up at him through her lashes, he lets his hand fall from the doorknob and steps away from the door. He takes both her cheeks in his hands, loving the way leans into his touch. He surges forward placing a kiss on her soft lips, her lipgloss smears and he licks at her tasting the vanilla and moaning in approval. The kiss catches her off guard; she gasps and he takes advantage of it letting his tongue slip against hers so smoothly her knees buckle.

He tastes of mint, whiskey and herself, it’s filthy the way this kiss turns her on she should be utterly disgusted but she finds herself pressing against his front, writhing from his touch as he kisses her deeper, his tongue making home in her mouth, wrapping around her own so expertly she regrets not letting him do it sooner. She breaks the kiss first taking in a much needed breath, he leans forward to kiss her again, ignoring her protest of needing to breathe, he didn’t care he couldn’t get enough of her, the way she tasted, the cute whimpers she continued to let out, she was driving him insane.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” He groans, backing her into the counter again. He presses a kiss to the side of her mouth, then her neck. He taps her thigh twice in warning and lifts her up again settling himself in between her thighs once more, she moans when he rocks into her, eyes going wide at the feeling of his hard length against her. Then his hands roam her body and it’s heaven, he makes her feel so good she leans into his touch and he chuckles at how responsive she is. Her hands play in his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck when he pinches her nipples, rolling them softly and then tugging them hard. She gasps at the stinging pain but it’s soon soothed by the warmth of his mouth as he leans forward to pepper open mouth kisses across her chest, stopping at each nipple to swirl his tongue expertly around each hardened bud.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked,” He comments when he pulls away with a pop. She feels her face heating up at his lewd comments but doesn’t say anything, she removes her hands from his hair and plays with the hem of his shirt again revealing a perfectly sculpted chest, she rakes her nails down his abs and revels in the way he shivers at her touch. It seemed she had more effect on him than she thought.

Feeling extraordinarily bold she stops at his pants, undoing his belt and then the zipper, she hesitates when she realizes that there’s no stopping after this, she trails her eyes up slowly taking him in, closes her eyes briefly before finally meeting his heated gaze, he smirks and thrust his hips forward and it’s all the confirmation Shinobu needs and soon she’s whipping out his cock, palming and squeezing at his length.

He falters, she can see the flicker of arrogance waver, and she feels successful that she’s gotta something other than a smirk and sarcasm from the man.

“I wanna feel you,” She finds herself whispering, he throws his head back at that, a low moan comes from him and Shinobu smiles victoriously, any hint of remorse or regret now long gone, the only thing that mattered was that she was here with him and she craved to be filled with his cock.

His hands move from her breast and easily slides her skirt the rest of the way up, her thighs, he moves her panties to the side and watches as she strokes his cock slowly. His fingers tease the outline of her sex, the warmth is so inviting but one fact remains clear in his foggy mind.

“You don’t know my name,” He says, smiling darkly. He bats her hand away and strokes his cock once before rubbing the head of his cock against her folds, she’s needy with want and bristles at his comment, she just wants him to fuck her already. She shoves her hips forward, a beautiful invitation but he doesn’t let up on his teasing.

“How am I going to enjoy fucking this cunt if you don’t know my name? Hmm? How will I enjoy hearing your pretty moans when you don’t even know my name?” He taunts, thrusting so slowly into her pussy, he holds her hips still when she tries lifting herself to meet his thrust, slapping her thigh.

She whines, pouting when he stops his movement completely and it’s so adorable he actually chuckles. He bends down to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I wanna hear you, when you’re cumming, I want to hear you say my name, hell scream it if you have to,” She starts to protest that she still doesn’t know his name but he shushes her with another kiss.

“Giyuu, got that babe?” He asks against her lips and she nods. Giyuu leans back and aligns his cock with her entrance, collecting the slick and covering his thick length with her essence he sinks in easily, grunting out, a low curse.

“Oh Giyuu,” Shinobu sighs when he’s all the way in, her eyes fall close, she can’t bring herself to look at him, the pleasure is too overwhelming already.

“Nuh-uh, open your eyes,” He demands, he grips her face squeezing her cheeks, making drool spill down her chin.

“That’s it, look at how well your pussy takes me,” He grunts harshly, he pulls her hair roughly making her watch how her pussy sucks him back in when he pulls out. The wetness seeps around his cock and he can’t help himself when he gathers the slick just to rub her clit lightly.

“Faster please?” She begs and he complies, his hips piston in and out of her velvet walls and they squeeze him so tightly he has to pull out completely to avoid finishing early. Her pussy glistens and she whines again earning her yet another smack to her thigh.

“You have such a pretty pussy,” He moans lowly sending a particularly deep thrust into her. His cock is thick and heavy and his dirty words shoot straight to her core. She can already feel the beginning of a second orgasm taking over, she looks up at Giyuu, pleasure contorts his face, his hand never lets up on rubbing her clit. She gasps, covering her mouth as she cums, her vision becomes spotty and she swears she sees stars, a high pitched whine rips through her. Her legs tremble with the force of it, pulling him closer she keens, slapping at his hand working her clit. He chuckles, and brings his hand to his mouth sucking his fingers obscenely. Giyuu lowers himself to her ear, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple, then the shell of her ear.

“Oh that’s no good darling, I wanted to hear you say my name, I thought I made that clear,” He husks, he pulls out making her whimper at the loss of his thick cock. He presses the heel of his palm against her pussy as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she feels like she no longer floating, she pushes his hand away completely and looks at him expectantly.

“Turn around,” he commands, Shinobu nods weakly, accepting his help as she gets down, he presses her lower back firmly, smashing her cheek against the granite counter before grabbing a handful of hair forcing her to look in the mirror.

She meets his eyes, dark and filled with lust.

“Now this time I want you to watch yourself as you cum,” He lets go of her hair and traces the curve of her body, his nails drag down her sides sending a shiver down her spine.

“And make sure I hear you when you cum understand?” He does wait for an answer, he palms her ass, squeezing the soft flesh before spreading her ass cheeks apart, she feels her pussy ache, clenching around emptiness as he teases her.

“Giyuu put it in,” She whines accompanied with a foot stomp, he smacks her ass the sting of it sends a tingle through her core, and she wiggles her ass making him smack the same spot again.

“Please Giyuu?” She whines so soft and prettily, looking back at him with such an innocent expression he loses all resolve, the tip of his cock pushing in her wetness has her melting against the counter. She moans and pushes her hips back to meet his thrust, the movement causes his hips to stutter.

“You know if I knew you were going to be this much of a slut I would’ve approached you the minute you walked in the club,” He moans, his hands move her back and forth on his cock, his balls slapping on her clit perfectly making her squeezing every time he fucks into her.

“Oh and then to find out you’re married, fuck. What are you going to tell your husband when he finds out how well you were taking my cock?” He taunts, the words should be cruel, they should make her feel guilty but they don’t, if anything she feels herself gushing more wetness around him.

His nails dig into her hips, he towers over her until he’s pressing himself against her back, she feels his cock pulsating inside her, dragging along her walls in a delicious way and then he hits that spot that makes her incredibly tight around him.

“R-right there, please, please,” She moans reaching back to hold onto his arms, he circles an arm around her waist, fingers finding their way back to her overly sensitive bud.

“Right here baby?” He asks cockily, she only moans in response, she doesn’t doesn’t focus on anything except for the fact that she needs to cum, the noises Giyuu makes above her are guttural and almost animalistic, she inhales his scent, and finds herself looking at her expression, her hair and makeup is completely ruined, and her eyes are so glossed over that she doesn’t even recognize the person staring back at her.

She pants and loses herself to her orgasm, she whimpers, biting her lip before remembering his words from before.

“Giyuu, I’m g-gonna c-cum,” She stutters out, he rewards her with another thrust of his cock, and that sends her in a frenzy cumming all over his cock.

“Fuck yes, give it to me,” He growls roughly and she does, throwing her hips back relishing in every sensation he gives her. Her pussy is tight holding him in a vice grip and he cums spilling his load deep inside of her.

It takes a couple of minutes for Shinobu to recover, the thumping of the music brings her back to the bathroom and to the man cleaning her up with wet paper towels.

“I’m sorry, that’s…not like me,” She mumbles, she closes her eyes still feeling fuzzy. He chuckles and pushes her panties back in place then folds her skirt back down over her ass.

“Sorry about your shirt,” He mumbles. She sighs and stands up slowly, adjusting her shirt so that she’s not as exposed. As far as her makeup and hair go she wipes away the smeared mascara and eyeliner, and runs her hands through her locks.

She only notices Giyuu’s made it to the door when she hears the music get louder, a look of disappointment on her face.

“Will I see you again?” She hates the way her voice sounds a pitch higher.

“Maybe,” Is his answer and he walks out of the bathroom leaving Shinobu to reflect on what just occurred.

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[anthrofreshtodeath]

Cafuddàri, Pt. 9

Please find parts 1-8 of this formerly untitled work on my blog. This will probably be going up on AO3 soon, just so that I can organize updates better, if they happen.

Maura stands strong in the embrace, hugging Jane to her by the shoulders and opening her mouth to accept Jane’s tongue on her own. Jane’s hands, warm with someone else’s blood, move broad and sure down the cottony sides of Maura’s sweater, Mediterranean dusk against speckled oatmeal just before they wander under the hem. 

Maura’s skin sings in response, a feral sort of hum that vibrates against Jane’s fingertips - at least, that is how Maura wills it, to impart her desire into Jane. Her right hand slithers from around Jane’s back to hold Jane’s cheek, her thumb rubbing Jane’s jawline while they continue to press their lips together. Maura’s close hungrily when Jane leans forward tasting like saliva and tea and some tangy thing that Maura chooses not to ponder. 

Fingers then slide into Maura’s back pockets, picking her up to bring her infinitesimally closer. Maura tugs back, gripping the collar of Jane’s shirt with its first three buttons undone, and they lose the kiss in the reverse tug-of-war, the both of them fighting each other to unite. Maura bites at Jane’s lips when they finally break, kissing her nose before they can look at each other.

Jane’s eyes blaze in a color closer to orange than yellow.

“Would you like to take me upstairs?” Maura asks coyly, her fingertip ghosting over the corner of Jane’s mouth. She hopes that a canine will drop and she can prick her own skin with it. Easy to pass off as an accident and sure to tempt Jane into a true meal.

What the fuck. She tamps down on those desperate thoughts, because they frighten her. They feel, in a way she cannot explain, both like the shameless pursuit of power and the reckless abandonment of life.

“Yeah, but not for that,” says Jane. She leans forward again and Maura’s breath hitches, but a cheek is kissed. No more. “You need to get some rest. I know it’s not really bedtime yet per se,” and per se is said in an accent that tells Maura the speaker has lived a more Latin life than she could ever hope, “but you’ve been up a lot the past few days. Get that novel you were eyin’ on the way in here, and put your feet up. I’m gonna stay up and keep watch.”

Maura blinks as if the whole thing were said in Latin. “Wait. What?”

“You need to sleep,” Jane says more resolutely. “I smell the exhaustion on you. I taste it on you, you know.”

“Y-you taste it on me?” Maura blushes. Jane has tasted her, specifically her tongue, her lips, the backs of her teeth. She wishes Jane would taste her in other, more bloody ways. 

“Yeah,” Jane confirms. “I’m sure there’s a whole scientific reason behind it, like hormones or somethin’, but all I know is I can tell when a person’s more tired than they should be. And that’s bad, Maura. Exhausted people let their guard down.”

And then, while she is still in Jane’s embrace, which feels more natural than supernatural,  Maura remembers why Jane is supposedly here. She thinks of pushing Jane away, but when she actually takes stock of all of her bodily responses, she has to agree. She is bone tired. She lays her head on Jane’s shoulder. “You know, you all have been telling me I’m in grave danger for the past 72 hours, but I haven’t seen one sign of trouble.”

“You don’t believe me?” asks Sicilian Jane, like her accent is a truth Maura cannot ignore. 

“I didn’t say that,” Maura turns her head to the side so that her cheek can rest on Jane and she can stare unfocused into the kitchen just a few feet away. “I…”

“What?” Jane presses. She, to her credit, doesn’t let Maura go. 

“I wanted to sleep with you,” Maura whines, and when Jane chuckles at her petulance, the sound decadent and full, Maura frowns. 

“Frankie said he got to stay in your spare room,” Jane tells her. “I could sleep in there. I’ll hang out for a few days.”

“I meant that I wanted to have sex with you,” Maura argues, pulling Jane closer, squeezing her tighter. 

“I know,” Jane says, her laughter dying down. “I know what you meant.”

Maura looks up, struck by an idea. “Can you at least lie with me? In my bed?”

“That’s not a good idea,” Jane tells her. “Especially if I’m changing up my whole sleeping and eating schedule.”

“You’ll be grumpy?” Maura jokes, pulling away. She gathers both their mugs, disappointed but willing to take whatever Jane might give her. She saunters on her way to the sink, with Jane’s flickering eyes on her. 

“I’ll be hungry. And you’ll be food,” Jane counters. She stays rooted to her spot, sticking her thumb behind the front of her belt to adjust her pants. Then she puts her hands on her hips.

Maura licks her lips when she tracks Jane’s hands. “And would that be so bad?” she asks quietly, returning to give Jane her full attention. She crosses her arms.

“It’s not… You know what? I’m not gonna say that,” Jane says as she hangs her head and shakes it.

“Say what?” Maura pushes. “Jane. Say what?”

“I was going to say that it’s not as glamorous as you might think. That it’s not as romantic or pleasurable as your brain is telling you it would be. But that’s a lie,” Jane stalks close again, stopping only when her front is mere inches away from Maura’s. “It’d be a whole hell of a lotta fun for the both of us. But I could lose control. And you deserve a normal human life, Maura. You deserve not to be a menu item.”

Maura scoffs. “I don’t have a normal human life. Not right now anyway. And please tell me, how do I go back to one after I know about all of this?” 

Jane sputters, something Maura has never seen before, and then clamps her lips shut before huffing air out of her nose. It is also the first time that Maura has heard her breathe. Maura knows, though it’s never been said, that Jane doesn’t need to breathe. It’s a supralinguistic flourish more than anything else. “Go to bed, Maura,” Jane finally says.

“Come with me, Jane,” Maura challenges, grabbing her novel from the stand between their chairs. When Jane reaches out, Maura remembers the rough swipe of Jane’s scars on her sides from when they kissed. Jane steps forward to kiss Maura again, but Maura maneuvers away toward the stairs just in time. 

“Tell you what,” Jane calls as she shuffles to keep up, “I’ll hang out with you until you fall asleep.”

Maura pauses with her right hand fingering the banister, as though she is thinking. She turns her gaze over her shoulder to look at Jane and shrugs. “I can accept that,” she says. 

Jane smirks, fangs engaged, and trots up the next few steps so that she can catch up.

Maura hears that heavy footfall, no doubt due to an uneven gait in life, and smirks too. She waits until she knows Jane is in the doorway, and then, with her back to it, crosses her arms at the hem of her top to pull it over. She shimmies, pretending that the sweater is particularly stubborn on its ascent, and the chilly air of her old bedroom laps at her skin. 

Instead of the tongue she wants to lap there indeed lapping there, she glances back to see Jane stuck in the dead space of the doorway. She does away with decorum and turns in the lacy black bra she’d mentally chosen as soon as Frankie had informed her that Jane would come tonight. She breathes, her lips parted, her fist at her side squeezing to ignite the blood highway in her arm. She ignores the alarm deep in her primitive brain, telling her that tempting a predator is not wise. How she knows what to do, what will tempt, she cannot say.

Jane simply watches.

Maura watches Jane watch her: watch her ribcage expand, watch her breasts heave when she inhales, watch her fingers go to the waistband of her jeans. Maura watches Jane wonder what exactly is under those jeans. 

And the teasing is a very human game that Maura knows how to play: it's a game that will call on the very human skills of patience and restraint, if Jane still has them. “I have to brush my teeth, wash my face. I won’t be able to hear you all the way over there. Are you going to come in or not?” Maura asks a very blunt question while she snaps open the button of her pants and drags the zipper all the way down. She pauses, lets Jane look at the matching panties around her hips before she steps out of them. 

And just like that, they are on the floor, with her pants. 

Jane stares, exactly where Maura has meant her to, and then snaps her gaze up to Maura’s green irises. “You-”

The unclasping of Maura’s bra, not her words, interrupts Jane. She is completely naked when she smiles cordially and tries to ignore the sensation of her nipples stiffening, as much a result of Jane’s scrutiny as the cool air. “Put the clothes in the hamper in my closet? I need my robe,” she orders kindly. She spins on her heels and heads for the en suite, where her silk robe hangs on the back of the open door. Confident that Jane will eventually follow, she pulls it over her shoulders and ties it loosely around her middle. 

She hears Jane grumble and then the swipe of fabric being picked up from the hardwood, which causes her to bite back a chuckle. Then, she hears the telltale swish of the hamper’s top before more stomping. “Thank you,” she says to Jane’s reflection in the mirror, because she has already started her warm water for her face. 

Jane has found another threshold to lean against, and she frowns. Glowers. Maura wants to lick the glower itself. She has no idea what that means, but she grins when Jane assumes a defensive stance.

“I am a four hundred year old killing machine,” pouts Jane. 

“So you can’t do chores?” Maura asks, obtuse when she begins her grooming with water and product.

“It ain’t my house! Or my clothes! I don’t care how hot you are-”

Maura straightens her back in the middle of Jane’s rant, turns. “You think I’m hot, hmm?”

“Not the point, Maura,” Jane is speaking, but not at Maura’s face. More at Maura’s backside, completely naked just behind the thin curtain of that very short robe. 

“What’s the point? You’ll kill me for asking you for help?” Maura returns to the mirror, but winks when Jane snaps her head up again. 

“You’re not just smart. You’re a little shit. You know that?” Jane says.

“I’ve been told several times, yes,” Maura blots her face with serum and pops her lips. 

Jane quiets suddenly. She looks down, her insecurity manifesting in the way she rubs the scars on her palms. Maura considers teasing her some more, but Jane looks so small that she decides to feed the affection in her heart instead. She waits. “I’m not… I’m not sayin’ never, a’right? To us… y’know.” Jane croaks.

“Having sex?” Maura supplies. The sweetness in Jane’s innocence makes her teeth hurt. 

“Yeah, that,” Jane confirms. “But… not tonight.”

“You ate tonight so that you’d stay strong,” Maura realizes aloud. She turns off the water, and pulls her toothbrush out.

“A smart little shit,” Jane says. She studies the toe of her boot against the tile of Maura’s bathroom as she chances a few steps inside. 

“You don’t need to do that. Refrain next time. Come hungry to me.” Maura abandons the facade of burying herself in the minutia of her routine. She resumes her hold on Jane from their kiss downstairs. 

Jane, in turn, resumes their kiss. Maura whimpers when they meet in nothing but a tangle of lips and wet suction. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Jane whispers, hoarse and sounding like pain.

Maura is angry that Jane has forced them apart, so she supplies a bruising kiss to the conversation before she knocks their foreheads together. “Frankie says that all his… partners… like it. Doesn’t that mean they live?”

“It’s… it’s dehumanizing,” Jane says back. “You want it because it’s how we evolved - to smell like something you want on you. But it’s demeaning to those guys.”

“Don’t they consent?” Maura asks, pulling back while keeping her hands on Jane’s shoulder blades.

Jane blinks. “What-”

“Do. They. Consent?” Maura presses again.

“Well yeah,” Jane answers. “They want it. They want him. He’s a real stickler about it.”

“Then how could it be demeaning? If it revolves around the dignity of saying yes? The dignity of desire?” Maura posits with a perfectly raised brow.

“Smart little shit,” Jane growls, pecking her lips once more.

Maura shimmies her shoulders. “So does that mean you will?”

“Hell no,” Jane says. “But that was a good try. I will say you got me to think twice.”

Maura pouts. “I don’t know why this is so important to me. I barely know you.”

Jane chuckles softly. She kisses Maura’s forehead. “You and me both, kid. But listen. I meant what I said. I’ll hang out with you ‘til you sleep, yeah? With all our clothes on. And then I’ll keep watch.”

Tired of trying to convince Jane, Maura simply nods. “I washed the sheets after Frankie left this morning,” she says. “The bedclothes are fresh.”

“Good idea,” Jane winks. “He’s gross.”

“He is not,” Maura shoots back. “Though I won’t complain if you sleep here with me.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Jane snarks. Then she points to the innocuous chair in the corner of the room near a window. “But that seat is callin’ my name.”

Maura tosses her decorative pillows to the floor with a little extra oomph.

___

When Maura had awoken earlier this morning, having slept a surprisingly long time despite her excitement of having Jane near, Jane was gone. Maura had wrapped her robe back around her body and walked across the hall to the guestroom to see Jane asleep on top of the covers, regrettably, also in all her clothes, including her boots. 

It had been part of her transition into more of a diurnal schedule, one they discussed the night before. At the first light of the sun, Jane would retreat, and rest for a few hours in the morning so that she could spend most of the day with Maura - following her to work, attending her classes, accompanying her to the archive in the evening. 

So, Maura had made some coffee, sipped it before her shower, and then got ready for the full day. 

She stands in her closet now, with a mischievous smile, because for the first time in a long time, she is picking her outfit with not just herself in mind. She doesn’t know Jane - she doesn’t know what Jane likes and dislikes, or how a four-hundred year old person even perceives modern clothes. But she does know that Jane likes her. That had become clear the evening before. So, she attempts subtlety, with a professional, but tight red dress that will go under a sensible black blazer. She dresses, puts on gold accessories like a bracelet and earrings, and slips a pair of heels on before she goes down the stairs.

She rinses her empty mug and then puts it in the dishwasher, taking her purse from the table to pick up some coffee and pastries in a mirror of Frankie’s actions the morning before. She hopes that she has read Jane well enough to find things she would at least tolerate, and she thinks that maybe the North End may be her best bet. She fishes for her keys, pulling them out right as she opens the front door. 

That is when she collides with a man standing on her stoop on the way out, his warm, hard chest and his stiff, open arms. He catches her, but his hands sting the muscles of her arms when they push her back up, his grip unflinching. His blue eyes accompany a handsome little smile that seems unfeeling and pedantic to her. Above all, however, she notes his heat. His heat and his chest hair and the stubble on his chin glistening in the light.

“Oh, excuse me,” he says to her with forced brightness and an English accent. “But you must be Doctor Isles.”

“Who… who are you?” Maura neither confirms nor denies because her mouth runs dry with fear. She wants to tell him nothing. She wants to run.

It is midmorning and the street is bustling, but he appears not to care. He intimidates with his aura. Somehow, Maura knows that he can do that, that he’s controlling it. He steps back in a mockery of respect and holds out his hand. “I’m sorry; I should have led with that. I’m Casey. Casey Jones. And I just wanted to say welcome to the neighborhood.”

#lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #untitled may no longer be untitled #we're still playing with it #also don’t worry we’ll talk about the reflection thing next time

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

Incorrect Quotes Tag Game

OK, so I was tagged by @canadjester to do this game and I’m very excited. I have too many quotes for this, so I’m gonna have to narrow it down to a few per WIP (I made quotes for about 3 of my WIPs, I think.)

[Rules: Use this site to make random quotes for your OCs.]

1: APS

I haven’t said too much about APS on this blog, so this is less about the characters and more about the quotes.

*Pretty accurate for Michael, he’s a chaotic dude. Also, these next few are gonna be text-written.

*Iris teaching Michael how to drive and taking Talia along for the ride.* Iris: That’s a pot hole! To the left! Michael: Take it back now y’all *drives into pothole* Talia, sticking her face into the front over the center console: Cha cha real smooth. Michael: That’s not how the song goes… Iris, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home… Michael: Country roads. Talia: Take me home. Michael: To the place- Both: -I belong! Both: WEST VIRGINIA- Iris, crying harder: what the hell *A teeny bit OOC for one of the characters but it works

Talia: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces. Talia:  *waves her finger and sings like she’s in a Disney Channel intro* 

Talia: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

Cassian: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm. 

Cassian: Dracula had it right - sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations. 

Talia, holding up her class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.  Talia, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?  Caster: *facepalms*

Marie, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the HELL??  Marie, buckling the banana up: Buckle UP, it’s the LAW! 

Alexander, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan?? Alexander: Oh. I the fuck used this pan. Kazu: It was you the fuck. Alexander: It was me the fuck... Terrence: Who cooks rice in a pan? Kazu: Him the fuck.

2: Don't Leave (current side-WIP)

I at least have one excerpt of Don't Leave (yes, that's a shameless plug) so at least you could know some of the characters this way; y'all aren't just watching random people say random quotes...

June: Jamie, what are you doing? Jamie: Making chocolate pudding. June: It is four in the morning, why must you make chocolate pudding?  Jamie: Because I've lost control of my life.  Jamie: Here's your pudding, Kaguya.  Kaguya: Oh that's fine, I'm not hungry anymore. 

Kaguya: Last night I found out Jamie is a sleep talker. June: Oh, really?  Kaguya: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right in my ear at 3 in the morning. 

3: Devil On My Shoulder

Krish: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why?  Hector: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group.  Krish: ...  Hector: ...  Krish: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS- 

Hector, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies.  Krish: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired?  Hector: I have depression, what do you think? 

Aaaand for the last one:

Hector: Krish, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.  Krish: Why? I'm fine on the stand!  FLASHBACK to Testimony #1: Krish: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.  Krish, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.  FLASHBACK to Testimony #2: Krish: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?  Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying? FLASHBACK to Testimony #3: Krish: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.  Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer? 

And that’s all, folks. Gently tagging @poetinprose, @hallwriteblr, and @ryns-ramblings ^ - ^

I’ve had too much fun with this

#Incorrect quotes #tag game #writeblr #writing game #writing community #writers of tumblr #quote generator

[sukirichi]

rude boy

— As the captain of the volleyball team, you have to set a good example of staying firm to your rule of not dating the male players...but perhaps you’re willing to bend the rules a little bit when a rude boy is kind enough to show you why you’re wrong.

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), hard!dom suna, slight exhibitionism, doggy style, overstimulation, mild breeding kink, cumplay, implied size kink, degradation with praising kink (LOL), soft! aftercare suna

NOTE. oh hell yeah we’re turning into a haikyuu blog. i can’t believe i’m writing for a character i haven’t even met yet but hey SUNA RINTAROU SUPREMACY. I’m in love with him, maybe much more than I like Akaashi, but can you blame? he’s sexy AF. tagging @noritoshiikamo​

SONG INSPOS. Rude Boy, Disturbia, Where Have You Been All My Life (Rihanna)

Win after win, your school is glorious and honourable once more. Not only did the men’s volleyball team, but as the captain of the women’s team, you proudly carried awards just as they did.

You’re on the dance floor, hazily dancing to the beat with your red cup already empty. It’s rare that people organized after parties but you made it Nationals this time around; surely it’s not too bad to let everyone let loose. Besides, the managers weren’t around and everyone seemed to be having fun, bringing in their plus ones or making out with their fellow teammates.

You scowl at the sight. The one thing you hate the most is breaking formalities and relationship autonomies – everyone knows that you have one strict rule: No dating the players for the men’s team.

Naturally, your team members are more than flabbergasted. The male players are gorgeous after all, but you’ve grown up with the Miya twins; you know beauty could never be enough of a reason for your precious teammates to be used for pleasure and dumped to the side once they’ve had their fill. You all have a bright future ahead of you, with goals and dreams to be fulfilled; one that you won’t allow to be trampled upon by these men.

You’re about to head back to the kitchen for another drink when someone holds you in place, large, calloused hands gripping at your hips. You’re about to elbow the intruder when the familiar scent of musky spicy cologne, mixed with sweat and something that was solely him, you relaxed.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself for the whole party, Suna?”

“You’re here,” his bored, deep voice is sultry as it coos in your ear. Unable to help yourself, you shiver at his touch, your back pressed against the warmth of his chest. “I don’t see a reason to.”

“You’re a little touchy tonight,” you comment, the glare of your eyes softening as the alcohol loosens the usual composed and strict captain in you, falling back into his touches that tell a promise of something more later. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was because you miss him too – whatever it was, you’re grinding onto his front, the middle blocker humming as a warning in your ear not to tease him too much. You being you though, you only push back harder, allowing him to set the pace by squeezing your waist. “You act like you don’t see me all the time.”

“Doesn’t mean I get to feel you all the time,” his voice turns husky, the mere sound of his voice mixing with the party’s music increasing your arousal. You breathe sharply when Suna cups your core experimentally, thankful that his body is big enough to hide what he’s doing. “Upstairs?”

“Here, Suna? In a party?”

“Can you wait until we get home?” he taunts, chuckling when he sees the way your lips press into a thin line. “As I thought.”

Tch, he doesn’t have to be so cocky about it.

Suna leads you upstairs before pushing you inside the closest empty room, his lips hands everywhere on you the moment the back of your knees hit the bed. He’s eager and needy, his arousal evident from how he’s bucking the tent in his pants against your hands. His tongue prods you to open your mouth, and just to tease him, you refuse him access, slipping your hands inside his pants instead to swipe a thumb over his thumb.

He growls at your teasing, retaliating by pinching your boob followed by a flick over your nipple. Suna isn’t only an expert at volleyball; he’s a master of your body too, able to play you and hit the right spots all the fucking time.

He’s aware of this when he finally gets what he wants – a shocked moan from you that nearly makes you fall back on the bed if it wasn’t for his other hand tugging at your wrist to slam you back to his body. Suna doesn’t waste his time in kissing you, sucking on your tongue until you both start fighting for dominance. Just as he’s lost and crazed by the pent up sexual frustration of watching one another play at court today – to see the other so close yet so far away – you swallow his small, little groans into your mouth, your hand eagerly pumping and spreading his pre-cum all over the base of his shaft.

Suna’s cock twitches into your palm, prompting you to squeeze the length at the same time you bite down on his lip. Hard.

His eyes snap open moments before he comes, his touch rough and even bruising when he pushes your arm away from his. As if a switch has been flipped inside him, his eyes have grown darker, his hands running down your form hungry and even animalistic.

Your eyes widen when Suna goes down on his knees, deft fingers tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “S-Suna, what’re you doing—”

“Shh, I want to taste you,” your hands find home in his hair as he helps you shimmy out of those tight, ass-hugging material that had him rock hard during your whole match. He wants to punish you for it, for nearly distracting him when it was his turn to play; the fact you’re always so unaware of the effect you have over him downright offensive. He has other plans in mind though, plans you’re about to discover when Suna suddenly licks at the swollen nub through your panties, making your thighs shiver. “Haven’t seen this pretty pussy in a long time,” he buries his face in your cunt, taking a huge whiff of the intoxicating scent of your arousal.

It’s almost perverted, you think, the way he’s rolling your hardened clit between his teeth, relishing in the way you’re falling apart for him like this, legs spread wide open.

Suna keeps you steady by squeezing your ass closer to his face until his nose is prodding at your lips, the sounds of your pretty moans and whines erotic enough that he feels like busting a nut right then and there. He holds back though, pulling away to breathe just to bite the lace down your legs. The whole time, he keeps his fox-like eyes on yours that are pooled with lust and something carnal, the grazing of his teeth collecting heat to pool at your core.  

With two long fingers pulling your lips apart just for his eyes, he licks at your blossoming sex, pulling groans from both of you when he dives into your even harder.

Suna’s tongue is lapping at your dripping juices while you look down at him, pupils blown wide just as he smirks, he actually fucking smirks under you, his tongue suddenly plunging inside your sopping hole.

Your scream is muffled at the last moment when you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, the nails digging into his scalp making him hiss.

Nevertheless, Suna doesn’t stop, drinking all you can give him while his tongue laps at your walls. The warm, wet muscle exploring each inch of you has you grinding against his face, shameless as you fuck yourself harder on his tongue. Suna chuckles at your actions, the vibrations pushing you over the edge.

He can tell you’re cumming when you start to clamp down on him, the flowing of your arousal easily cleaned up with tight, consistent sweeps of his tongue.

Your eyes are shut tight as you prolong your orgasm by grinding your pelvic bone shamelessly on his cum-stained face. Then your legs wobble until you’re falling, shaking, but Suna pushes you down completely on the bed.

Your breathing is ragged once you see that he’s crawling above you in the same manner a predator stalks his prey, his smirk nothing but devilish while your juices spread on his cheeks gleam under the dim lights.

Suna uses one hand to discard your shirt before throwing it to other side of the room, one knee to pry your legs apart. Your eyes dart down to the sports bra you wore, not sexy at all especially with the Nike logo, and your cheeks warm at the realization. Arms coming up to hide yourself, you fail when Suna slaps your hands away, glaring at you.

“Stop covering yourself. You don’t have to wear lingerie to for me all the time – you know I’d fuck you either way.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to be shy when he rips the bra apart, mouth latched onto one nipple. You gasp when he plunges three fingers in, definitely different to his usual routine of prepping you, and you’re being stretched open by his fingers a little too fast that you’re clutching on his bicep to catch your breath.

“F-Fuck, Suna, can’t even be a little gentle? What happened to foreplay?”

“I’m tired from winning match by match today, baby. Being gentle is the last thing on my mind when you’re splayed out for me like this,” he pulls away just to release his fingers from you, twisting his hand back to back to grin pervertedly at the way your cum slicks his hand. Using that exact same hand, Suna covers his length with it as he hovers over you, pushing the tip of his cock past your lips.

He immediately notices the way you hitch your breath, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as you struggle to accommodate for him despite already being so wet.

He was just so thick and feels so good – it’s always a challenge not to cum all the while he’s entering you. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve taken me before,” he reminds you, hooking his arm under your knees before he stretches you further, your thighs flat on your chest. You gasp at the new sensation of feeling him so deep inside you, his whole practically atop your calves as he thrusts inside experimentally. “Come on, you’ll take this big cock like a good girl, won’t you?”

“S-Suna.”

“You feel even better than usual,” he praises you, his eyes narrowed and hazy with pleasure as he continues fucking into you. His thrusts are slow yet deep, bottoming out with each time that he knocks the wind off your lungs, successfully hitting that sacred, sweet sensitive spot inside you that only he could ever reach.

Suna smirks at the apparent pleasure written all over your face, teasing you further by grabbing the flesh of your hips while he drives his cock deeper. “You’re just clamping down on me like a bitch in heat,” he notes to mock you, but he wasn’t free of this pleasurable torture as well, not when your walls sucked him in greedily that it took most of his energy just to pull out from your grip. It must be because you’re exerted from today’s match just as he is, and Suna spreads one leg to the side, your knee pressed beside your head. “Muscle cramps? Can’t say I mind.”

“Shut up, Suna.”

“I think you need to shut up,” he stuffs his fingers in your mouth, his chuckles formed in stuttered breaths when you clamp down on him. “Clenching harder on me now? Didn’t peg you for someone who liked this shit,” Suna, having always been perceptive to your smallest reactions, leans over to you to cup your cheek, the tenderness in his eyes a huge contrast to how he’s filling you up to the brim, his hips delirious and delicious with each snap. “You’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you? So good for me.”

“S-Suna,” you begin to reach for him, feeling that welcomed tightening of your stomach. You never like to admit it out loud, but you and Suna know you’re always so clingy and starved for touches when you’re about to him.

Your lips are puckered out, arms wrapping around his head to pull him in for a kiss when Suna smirks. He knows exactly what you want – and that’s exactly what you’re not gonna get.

He flips you until you’re flat on your stomach, encircling your waist to pull your ass flat against the ticklish hairs resting at the base of his cock, his pelvic bone snapping against your backside. You cry out at the new position, the need to touch him painfully deprived until you’re sobbing on the pillows, wanting nothing more than to kiss him as you came.

Suna Rintaro really is rude.

You came first before him, drool spilling from your lips when you’re left with no other choice but to fist the sheets. Suna’s groans are guttural, his usual pace of fucking you slowly now turns carnal. Sounds of skin slapping and his balls hitting your ass cheeks echo around the room, the sounds too loud that you both fail to hear the rushed footsteps and giggles until the door opens.

Suna feels you tense under him, the crashing waves of your orgasm dulled by the panic rising in your chest. You know he’s covering you, but your heart absolutely lurches in your chest when Suna only continues, scoffing at whoever entered the room.

You scramble to move yourself off him but Suna only holds you down, his palm flat behind your head, arms pinned at the small of your back until you’re completely incapacitated. Once again, Suna’s proved that he’s a man of control, especially when it comes to your body. He won’t fail to remind you again and again that your body is not yours – it has always been his and will always be his.

Once he starts moving again, deliberately and painfully slow to emphasize the embarrassing shlick coming from your pussy, Suna smirks at the new guests. “Rooms taken, idiot – find someplace else.”

“Fuck, is that the captain for the girl’s team?”

You bite down on your lip upon hearing Atsumu’s voice, desperate to prevent the sinful moans to be heard past your lips. You’ve built quite a reputation for being sharp tongued and even wicked when it comes to being strict – to have him hear of all people that his teammate could easily break you like this would be beyond damaging both to your pride and reputation.

Suna glares at the golden-haired boy who’s now forgotten the girl hanging off his arm, his head tilting past Suna’s uniformed frame fucking deep into you.

He could hear it, could hear the sloppy squelching of your sopping cunt, could even hear the way Suna’s breath sharpens, but he wants to see it, to witness this atrocity. Suna, however, wasn’t having any of it.

His possessive grip is intensified with the nails digging into your wrists when he only fucks into your harder, his feet now planted on the mattress as if to mark his territory. “Don’t look at my bitch. She’s mine,” he growled, pulling you by the hair until your head is splayed all over his shoulder, your breasts bouncing from the speed he’s ramming into you at. “Now leave.”

“Suna, don’t be fucking rude.”

The door closes afterwards, but not free from comments from Atsumu on how you had a pretty ass. This ticks Suna off, licking stripe down your neck and up your jaw, nose buried into the crook of your neck to memorize your scent coated with sex hanging off the air.

“You’d rather have them watch?” he slaps your ass, your moan whiny and pornographic – you were really truly different than what you want people to think of you. “Of course you’d like that, filthy slut,” he nibbles at your ear, reaching forward to rub at your clit until you’re shaking again, your second orgasm just looming around the corner. “But I don’t want to share you, baby. Now fuck yourself on my cock like the whore you are.”

He shoves you flat on the mattress again, your forearms weak as you heave your weight upwards. Your head is thrown to the side, back arched down low as you follow his command like a good whore as he’s called you. You gyrate your hips to swirl your pussy around his thick pole, pushing backwards again and again until you’re gasping, shaking, trembling and utterly fucked out.

Your pace is nothing compared to what Suna is capable off, but he’s tense, jealous even that he wants to assure himself he’s the one who could get you to feel this way, even if it meant giving you all the work alone.

“What’re you gonna do now that everyone knows about us?” he asks through gritted teeth, placing his hands at your hips just to steady yourself. Suna’s eyes are zeroed in on the way his length disappears around your pretty lips, so open and puffy as you use his dick to pleasure you. He takes pride at the way you moan, back arching and little growls on your lips when he finally snaps his hips, meeting you thrust by thrust.

“Are you finally giving into me?” he asks again for what seems like the hundredth time ever since he’s laid his eyes on you, thumb flicking over your clit again. You cry out as he does so, uncaring of the strain when your arms reach out behind him, touching him this time around. Suna allows you to do so, hugging your waist to pull you into him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to yours while you moan left and right.

You’re sweating, eyes shut tight and fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball pinching at your own slips. You look so lewd every time you’re thinking of nothing else but the pleasure he’s giving you and Suna grows harder inside you, his thrusts rough along with another slap to your ass.  

“Fuck, yeah, just like that. You look so gorgeous bent over for me, you know, might as well just be officially mine.”

You manage to scoff through the pleasure, ignoring the way your heart flutters when Suna interlaces his fingers with yours above your breast, the both of you caressing the flesh tenderly. “I told you already, I’m never dating you.”

“And why not?” he challenges, the grip on your hips tightening again. “Who do you run to when you’re sad? Who do you bother when you’re happy? Who makes you feel good and fills you to the brim when your fingers just aren’t getting you off?” Unsatisfied with your silence, Suna snaps his hips harder, his grin wicked when you scream again, his name falling off your lips like a prayer – which is ironic, since he’s the one always worshipping you despite his need to be in control. “Isn’t it always me? Just say yes, baby, I’d get to do this to you all the time. You’re already fucking yourself on my cock like you’re my whore – what’s holding you back?”

“You’ll fuck me good if I say yes?”

“Aren’t I already?” To prove a point, Suna thrusts up deep and hard enough that he’s hitting your sweet spot again, a fucked out smile rewarding him afterward.

“But you’re a rude, rude person, Suna, oh, fuck,” Suna pinches your clit that makes you snap your eyes open, a seductive glare sent his way when he teases you. “See what I’m – ugh – talking about?”

“Then I’ll be nice for once,” he promises me, his thrusts growing sloppy as he pushes you over the edge. Your mouth hangs open in a silent, breathy sob – hands gripping at his thighs when the mere slipping of his length past your walls and kissing your cervix with each thrust pushes tears out of your eyes. Suna leans down to sloppily kiss away the tears, jaw clenched as he feels you tighten around him.  “Cum for me. I’m allowing you to cum. Maybe I’ll fuck you again when we get home if you’re good enough. Fuck, gonna breed this pussy so good, you’ll be so fucking full.”

Your nails scratches blood moons into his skin, right at the spot that isn’t covered by his shorts anymore. Usually, he’s careful when it comes to markings that could affect his play, but you’re so pretty crying as you cream around his neck that tonight he doesn’t care.

Suna groans as you milk him dry with the way your walls are hallowing and clenching around him, making the tall player fall forward above you on the bed, his cum sputtering inside of you. His groans are deep and so fucking sexy right next to your ear, thumb absentmindedly still rubbing at your clit. You’re both panting as he slowly pulls out, the gush of both your cum dripping all the way down your ass. He snickers at the sight and swoops two fingers down, the heated and hard press of his fingers against your sensitive pussy sending chills everywhere in your body.

You’re about to complain as Suna pushes his cum inside you, but he silences you with a kiss, spreading the cum all around your lips until you’re a complete, sticky mess down there. You grimace at the sensation but Suna is moving beside you the next moment, his arms heavy across your breasts.

You blink when Suna presses affectionate kisses on the blades of your shoulder, wiping the remnants of cum across the sheets before tangling your legs with his. You frown in confusion but turn to him anyway, breathing in that cologne sticking to his skin that you love so much.

“I’m not used to you cuddling me.”

Suna smiles at the crown of your head, shifting lower so he could squish his cheeks at the flesh of your breasts. You watch as his usual bored face lights up happily like a kid with ice cream as he kisses the sides of your breast, hands gentle and delicate in making swirls over your hip. He’s almost...unrecognizable. “You should. This is going to be one of the privileges of dating me.”

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

“You will.”

His declaration is so self assured – as he always is – that you roll your eyes, threading your fingers through his sweat-matted hair. “How are you so sure I even like you back, dummy?”

“Because you’ve got no reason not to,” is all he murmurs on your skin, and well...he isn’t wrong about it, but you scoff anyway, thankful that his eyes are closed so he can’t see your smile. “Now shut up. Just hearing your voice makes me hard again and I don’t think I can go for another round. I’m beat.”

Perhaps...Suna Rintaro wasn’t such a rude boy, after all.

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Fiend

Zeke Jaeger x Reader

◙warnings: 18+ minors dni. a ton of pussy eating. Some breeding kink, some fucking. Cumplay, cum eating, snow balling. Domestic, established relationship. Eating pussy semi-public. Somnophilia. creampie. I block blogs w no age indications and minors.

◙word count: 3.2k

◙summary: Zeke is a fiend when it comes to eating you out. So here’s some of the ways he does... “The Usual”  “Asleep”  “Punishment” and “After Fucking” 

◙ note: “ohHoh he fuckin that shit UP” lmao Zeke Pussy Eating Fiend™ I also think Miche would be another Pussy Eating Fiend™ which is… ironic. inspired by these two posts gods bless this moot for joining me in Zeke brainrot. 

The Usual

If there’s one thing you know about your husband, it’s that he eats well but when it comes to you- he is a fucking fiend. He builds his schedule, from the beginning of the day to the end around you. Every morning he demands to eat you out, “it’s stress relief, and it’s like my cup of coffee for the day, please” Your man is nothing, if not a slave to his own desires and his routine day. This is about the one time you will hear him beg, or say please in general. And every morning you give in, because he looks so sweet between your legs, begging like a puppy. He looks half asleep sometimes but still so eager to just devour your cunt. Plus, an orgasm first thing in the morning is… refreshing, to say the least. 

He nudges you in the morning, way before he has to go into work, kisses your neck rubbing the scruff of his beard to agitate you, to wake you up. He’ll wait for your half slurred ‘yes’ or ‘okay’ and push your back against the bed, legs resting heavy on his shoulders. If he’s not careful his beard will rub your thighs raw, and if he does then you have to take a break from these morning escapades to heal. So he’s extra careful. Sleepy eyes, sometimes he doesn’t even bother to open them, savoring your slick on his tongue. Before he ever reaches for his glasses, he reaches for your legs to get between. Sucking your labia into his mouth, letting you squirm just a bit at his shameless eating. Hand digging into his bed-mused hair, pulling whenever it really feels good so he knows to keep going. Bringing you to an orgasm is easy, he knows just where to poke and prod with the tip of his tongue to get your walls clenching sporadically around nothing. Your head thrown back into the pillow, mouth open as he lifts his head up with your slick covering his beard. 

You thrown an arm over your eyes, “Do you really need to eat me out every morning?” 

He just sends you a smirk as he puts his glasses on as he heads to the bathroom, “Are you really complaining? I just gave you an amazing orgasm first thing in the morning. Be grateful.” Well, really you can’t complain. It feels way too good to complain.

Asleep

Sometimes he doesn’t even attempt to wake you up, he knows the signs when you are okay with letting him use you in your sleep, a little green sticky note on his bedside table. It’s exciting for him, because you are so pliant, letting him do whatever he wants while you’re so vulnerable. Turning your sleepy little groans into moans until you finally wake up in a start, thighs trembling as your orgasm washes through you. Yeah, he’ll get you there, he’s determined to. 

It’s 3 am when he wakes up, a weird limbo time in the night where he usually just gets up to go pee, but this time that green sticky note tempts him to do something else. You’re a decently heavy sleeper, he has to adjust you onto your back to expose your cunt to him and fuck. You little minx, no panties on under this large shirt you’ve thrown on to sleep in, which makes his job so much easier. Spreading your lax legs wide just for him, only brushing the sides of his arms as he lays between your legs. It’s easier this way, your thighs aren’t suffocating him, even though he loves it when that happens, he won’t admit it but he likes the bit of breathplay it brings to the table. But spreading you out on the bed like a 5 course meal? Even better. 

He can see your chest rising and falling rhythmically, it almost feels wrong to disturb your sleep but… that’s what makes this so fun. He takes two fingers to spread your cunt out for him as he observes. There’s just a bit of your slick starting up, your body must know what he’s doing, your hole clenching just a bit. Cute. He leads his tongue to trail over your clit down to your hole and back. After letting his spit soak your folds along with your slick, he sucks harshly on your clit. The little moans you let out while he works on you are so cute, soft and sleepy whimpers and airy moans. He keeps his fingers spreading your cunt out so he can lap at your cunt sloppily. He’s a mess already, your slick running down his mouth into his beard and some even sticking to his nose. You feel it all, he knows it, but he wonders if you are dreaming of something, of him maybe? He’s between your legs often, he wouldn’t doubt you would see him in your dreams at this point. He keeps eating you out like a starved man, he knows you are finally awake when one of your thighs sits on his shoulder and the shuffling of pillows is heard. He doesn’t stop, if anything he goes even rougher with your slurred moans of his name and curses slipping out of your mouth. Dipping his tongue into you as his nose bump into your clit is what sends your cunt fluttering around nothing, so close to cumming. Hands clenching the pillow behind your head, you roll your hips into his mouth. So he picks up the pace and continues until you are falling apart at the tip of his tongue with your thighs trembling. He finally comes up for the first time since he went down on you, “‘Morning sweetheart,” he licks around his mouth to eat up some of the slick that has gathered on his face and beard. You just lean your head back into the pillows. This man is going to be the death of you with orgasms like those. 

In Public

This is supposed to be a dinner with his and your friends. Porco, Peick, Colt, Reiner, and you and Zeke sitting at one table at this decently nice restaurant, eating and laughing at bullshit jokes and memories. But no. Zeke just had to let his horny brain take over, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh under the table, displacing the napkin you put there at the start of dinner. You send him a look that says ‘get your hands off me you horny monkey’ but he just sends you a smirk, hand making its way to your inner thigh as Porco talks about- Ah, you can’t remember but you’re nodding and smiling at him anyways. You all have finished eating, now just enjoying some drinks and with a bit of alcohol flowing through Zeke, well, it’s not that he gets horny. He’s horny all the time, it is just when he has some alcohol he doesn’t want to hide it, or he can’t, you don’t know which. You take a sip of your drink while the tip of his finger runs over the seem of your panties under your skirt, causing you to freeze a bit. “Huh, you okay?” Porco steals your attention for a minute, so you respond with a sweet smile. 

“I’m fine! I’m just gonna go to the bathroom for a minute,” Zeke is still smirking at your reaction. You know he is going to follow you but it’s better to be felt up in the bathroom than in front of your friends. Tugging your skirt back down while you slide out of the booth proves to be a struggle but you succeed and make your way to the bathroom. 

You see Zeke mention something from your place near the bathroom door as he slides out the booth as well. Ah, this is a multiple stall bathroom, that hopefully won’t be too hindering. From what you can see the bathroom is empty. You are looking in the mirror when you hear the door open and close, locked with a small click. He comes behind you in the mirror, glasses glinting in the bathroom light, grasping at your hips roughly. “Seriously Zeke, can you ever keep your hands to yourself?” That makes him giggle, his chest against your back. “Why should I? I have such a beautiful wife, she just sits there so pretty all the time like she’s begging to be touched.” You roll your eyes, but it’s not like his touches aren’t doing anything, you can already feel a little pool in your panties caused by his rough touches and strokes. His hands wrapped around your waist as he gropes up your body to your chest, little gasps being pulled from you. His eyes are staring at you from the mirror, burning holes into you until you make eye contact. Then, he quickly flips you around, coaxing you to sit on the counter between the two sinks. “Seriously, here?” His actions have you gasping at the audacity but he’s done worse, why should you be surprised now? 

“Yes. Right here. I want your pussy on my face now.” He’s determined to eat you out, so you let out a small ‘fine’ as you sit on the counter and throw your thighs over his shoulders, skirt gathered against the tops of your thighs. His tongue laps and drags over your panties, especially over the dark spots, before pushing them to the side, letting his tongue mix into the slick you’ve been producing. He lets out a groan at the taste of you. Your heels are digging into his back as he sets a rough pace into licking you, it hurts but you know he doesn’t mind, maybe even likes it. He could make you cum with just his tongue, he knows it but it takes too long and his friends will be too worried for their own good, so he’ll add his fingers into the mix. When he does sink two thick calloused fingers into you, it makes you lean back and slump against the mirror in pleasure. He curls his fingers each time he sends his tongue over your clit, “fuck, you taste so good.” You’re trying to bite the back of your hand as you brace yourself against the mirror, if you moan too loud- you don’t want to think of the consequences right now. 

In fact, you can barely think with how he is curling his fingers into you, both his tongue and fingers merciless working on your cunt. He keeps going and going, so steady in his pace, even when your hole clenches around him sporadically, the build of of tension and the risk all send you closer over the edge. Your thighs tighten around his head one more time in your release. He keeps lapping until you bop the top of his head. “Stop it you horny monkey, I can’t keep going right now and it’s been long enough.” He pulls back with a sad look, like a kicked puppy as he licks his fingers clean. He adjusts his shirt and goes to turn to the door before you grasp at his sleeve, your skin is hot and you’re giving him an embarrassed look, “Clean off your face, for gods sake.” He sends you another sadistic smirk before he leans over the sink to wash his face a bit. He would go out there with no shame with your cunt juices dripping from his beard but he’ll save that for another day perhaps. You adjust your skirt and panties, taking a paper towel to dab at the wetness between your thighs before throwing them away. You let Zeke finish cleaning his beard with a kiss on his shoulder before going back to join your friends at the table. 

They are all getting redder by the minute based off the influence of alcohol, Porco gives you a curious look to ask if you’re okay and you send him another smile. Finally, Zeke makes his way back from the bathroom to the table, sliding in next to you, nudging your arm a bit with a nerdy smile. Peick is smiling, “Hey Zeke, mind telling us why your beard is wet?” Oh, she knows, and now Reiner is perked up and blushing crimson looking between the two of you. It isn’t really clicking with Porco and Colt but by the time they both get home they’ll get it. Reiner nudges Peick to make her be quiet which is sweet of him considering you are trying to hide in your drink glass while Zeke does nothing but smirk. 

Punishment

Zeke left fucking beard burn on your inner thighs from eating you out. Him not touching you for a week is punishment but it is also to let your thighs heal because ouch. He knows, he understands, but that doesn’t stop him from whining at you and complaining about how you are neglecting him. You can’t walk properly because of him, and not in a fun way. You would have preferred he blow your back out to not walk properly not leave a weird fucking rash on your inner thighs because of his beard. Finally though, it’s healed, and the last day of his punishment is up when he comes back from work. He feels deprived, he hasn’t been able to eat your pussy all week and it’s like a caffeine withdrawal. When he gets home he throws off his coat dramatically and plops onto the couch, face down on your lap. He is mumbling into your lap, “please for the love of god, sit on my face.” It has you laughing but you’ve missed him too, your body has gotten used to his tongue on you all the time. He’s pulling at your skirt impatiently to climb over his face on the couch. You give him a sweet kiss on his lips as a ‘welcome home’ before situating your thighs at either side of his face. 

“No panties? Are you trying to kill me? Filthy minx.” What can you say? You knew he would come home like this so you were prepared but its not like you can tell him that as he’s sucking your labia into his mouth and tonguing over your clit. His hands are grabbing your hips and pushing them down on his face so he can have more access to your cunt. He’ll be careful and make sure his beard avoids scrapping against your thighs, he doesn’t want to ever go a week without your cunt ever again. Going a week without cumming is weird for your body, tension only building and now you are going to cum too quickly. But he’s a fucking beast, feral, eating your pussy out like it’s his last meal on earth. You’ve never been brought so close so quickly, it has you pulling at his hair, “Zeke, fuck-” Cue onslaught of moans spilling from your mouth as you cum into his. But he keeps going even after you cum and your thighs are shaking around his head, he’s savoring this. And he is not going to stop until he has his fill. 

After Fucking 

His thrusts are jostling you against against the sheets, your hips slapping against his in a dirty rhythm, his blunt nails digging into the fat of your hips. It’s turning your brain into cotton, fuzzy and floating as the curve of his cock hits the ridges of your walls so deliciously. You’re so close to cumming on his dick, it fills you out just right and he knows how to use it. To ruin you, it only takes a few calculated thrusts and dirty talk, he’s memorized what’s made you tick over the years. “C’mon, don’t you want to be good and cum for me? It’s pathetic how quick you are to cum on my dick like this.” He’s contradicting himself a bit but it makes your hole flutter nonetheless. Your tight walls are close to making him cum too, you only get tighter the closer you get, contracting around him as he thrusts in and out of your wet cunt. The sounds are sloppy and wet, skin smacking echoing off the wooden walls and back into his ears. Your moans are debauched and his join yours, though at a much lower volume. Your knees digging into the bed, face hitting the sheets, you thrusts back into him, spreading you legs a little wider to accept him deeper into you.

“Fuck,” he brings his hand down to smack your ass, “whore, you want me deep as possible in your pussy so I can fuc-kin’ breed the shit out of you, is that it?” Your nails dig into the sheets as he continues his pace, you don’t need to answer, he can feel your cunt tighten around him as he continues his rough pace. After a few deep thrusts you are cumming with a keening whine around his cock, leaving a ring of translucent white at the base. He leans over your back to push your shoulders deeper into the bed as he fucked you, “You’re so good, cumming around my cock like this. Being such a good cocksleeve for me, a good breeding whore for me, shit-” He leaves sloppy wet kisses against your neck which contrast to his deep thrusts into you. One more, and he fills you up, deep, staying inside for a minute while he leaves small kisses on your back. He leaves a small whispered “love you” against your shoulder as he sits back on his haunches. Keeping your hips steady with the strength of one of his arms as he watches your cunt clench around nothing, slowly his cum peaking out before sliding down to your clit. You can hear him whisper out curses as he watches, you would scold him but you’re tired and fuzzy after a wonderful orgasm, you’ll let him have his fun for now but that doesn’t stop the embarrassment from kicking in. Your pussy is puffy and a little swollen from the abuse of his dick, and your slick smeared all over your folds, even cuter now his is cum is accenting it. 

Ah, he can’t help himself, you look delicious.

So he leans forward and wraps his lips around whatever he can reach around your cunt, sucking his cum into his mouth and holding it. He keeps lapping at your cunt even though you are gasping from overstimulation, really it’s too much and your head is still fuzzy from your orgasm. All the cum he gathers in his mouth he attempts to push back into your hole, even when it flutters and rejects it, pushing it back out again. It’s an interesting flavor, kind of gross but the actions he is doing plus the flavor of your slick make it better, hotter. Eventually he gives up on trying to push his cum back into with his tongue and holds it in his mouth to lean over you once again. Him pushing his own cum into your mouth is shocking, locking you into a make-out session with a sloppy mixture of his cum, your juices, and spit running down both your chins. Passing the cum between the two of you, you finally swallow some to get rid of it, looking at him with wide eyes as he smirks down at you, “one more time?” Fuck, how can you refuse after that? You are all hot and bothered again, “Yes please.” He wipes up some of the mixture dripping down his chin with his thumb and presses it into your mouth as you obediently wrap your lips around his thumb. “Good girl.”

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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im so happy to find a blog with good nsfw content for literally all my faves lol we share the same braincell it seems! how about fluffy nsfw headcanons for Dabi, Shigi, Aizawa and Shinsou and well, Baku but I don't want to overwhelm you even if you don't have a character limit hhh, with a s/o that was completely inexperienced in sex before they got together? They grew more comfortable with the idea of sex over time as they used to be really shy about it but they're scared they'll mess up and disappoint their loves? If possible could you mention what kind of approach each boy would have for the first time with their virgin s/o? I'm just feeling some fluffy dick tonite ya know lol stay safe out there <3

Ohhhh my gosh, this whole thing gave me brain rot lmao, thank you for giving me this power <3<3<3

This also took me literal months to finish because life got crazy, so I’m sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

TW: loss of virginity, gentelness, fluffy smut, unprotected sex bc I’m a whore (Y/N is on birth control), and as always all characters are adults especially Y/N

-Dabi-

> You are surprised by how patient he is with you. You were sure he’d have gotten tired of waiting, but he didn’t push. He didn’t make you feel badly about it, and the last thing he would ever want to do to sweet little innocent angel is coerce them into something they weren’t ready for. So, he waits.

> It happened so gradually. Over time, light kissing became making out. After a few months, you got more comfortable and it didn’t feel at all odd to fall into bed with him, cuddling and “swapping spit” as he called it, which always made you giggle like a schoolgirl at his crudeness. His hands would test the waters, but he was always feeling for nervous tremors and flinching, never wanting to go further than you were comfortable. At first, he only rested a hand on you lower back, drawing lazy circles into your waist, his other cradling your face gently, reassuringly. Eventually he could get his hand beneath your shirt, still just at your lower back, but he was content with his progress. Your skin was soft and you said he felt warm, and that was the first time he ever thought of his quirk as “sweet, comforting”, as you described the warmth from his hands.

> After a few months went by, he had progressed to the point of being able to freely roam your body with his hands, the warmth helping you stay calm and anchored to him.

> What continued to surprise you is how easy it felt, once you were ready. You didn’t even see it coming. He asked you, so gently, if he could take your shirt off. You told him he could as long as he promised to keep you warm. He went along slowly, constantly reassuring you, “God Angel, you’re so beautiful. I gotta see more of you, can I? Please?”, “You’re so soft, I need to feel more of your skin, angel, please?” You didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t need to. You felt safer with him than you ever had in your life.

> You realized, once you were both naked together, just how comfortable you were with him. And suddenly you felt like you needed to give him everything he ever wanted, and you knew he would do the same for you.

> It happens so slowly, or at least, it feels like it does. His hand slowly grazes down between your bodies until he reaches your core. You gasp, no one but you had ever touched you there, and it feels so foreign and wonderful. And warm. Once you begin bucking onto his fingers, an insatiable grin stretches across his face. He retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and you watch as he sucks them clean. He calls you delicious and rolls on top of you, asks you if you’re ready for him. For the first time, you look down between your bodies and see just how huge and hard he is for you. When he sees your concern he kisses your forehead, then your lips. “I won’t hurt you Angel, I promise.” You nod and smile, and he starts easing into you, stopping every so often when he can tell the stretch is too much. He kisses your cheeks, your shoulders, your lips, whatever he can get his mouth on as he pants and mumbles little praises. “I love you”, “You’re doin’ so well”, “You’re takin’ me sooo well”, “God, you’re so beautiful, you know how beautiful you are Angel?”, “Ahh, you’re so fuckin’ tight and wet for me Angel, you want me that badly?”. The praises and teases help you considerably to keep you relaxed, and fuck, you DO want him. So fucking badly, you need him. When he’s finally seated inside you fully, he waits, clearly using every last bit of his restraint and self control to give you time to adjust. When you finally whine and buck your hips up on him, he loses it. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready, Angel.”

>You find rather quickly that Dabi’s style is a beautiful mix of “fucking” and “making love”. He fucks you, hard and deep, so much so that it makes you see stars, but while he does it he’s caging you in-between his arms, holding you close while he pistons in and out of you. He looks you in the eyes, watching your reactions, quickly finding what angle makes you convulse and let out those beautiful moans and coos that he’s now desperate to hear.

>When he nears his end, he reaches down between you again to rub sweet circles against your clit, because no way is Dabi cumming first. It’s just not his style.

-Shigaraki-

>BRAIN ROT

> Shigaraki is definitely happy that you’re inexperienced, he’d kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on you before him. You belonged to him.

> It also means that you’re a virgin, which really gets him going because hes a pervert. ((He’s also secretly glad that he’s not the only virgin))

> He is touch starvvveeeeddddddd. We all know this. But at first, he’s so hesitant to touch you, for fear of destroying you.

> You are patient with each other, and together you find out what works and what doesn’t. He got some artist gloves so he could hold your fucking hand without hyperventilating about dusting you. He’s still afraid of you disappearing beneath his fingertips.

> You were never, not even for a second, worried that he would hurt you. You knew that he could, that he had the ability, but you knew that he wouldn’t.

> He wasn’t so sure, he was afraid of rolling over in the night and finding a pile of dust where you used to be. He wakes up from nightmares about it and has to wake you up to hold you while he shakes uncontrollably. He just has to know you’re alive.

> You both get more and more comfortable with physical proximity and contact together, because you both wanted it, you were both just so worried about fucking everything up.

> When the time came where both of you decided you were ready to have sex, you admitted to him that you were afraid of not measuring up to his expectations. All these “what if’s” kept popping up in your mind: “what if he doesn’t find my body attractive enough”, “what if I don’t know how to move right”, “what if I cant please him”, etc. etc. etc.

> He just looks at you kind of taken aback and confused. He was worried about you not being able to see him as sexually attractive because of how he looked, he was just as self-conscious as you. “Darling, you’re the most perfect person in existence, how can you not see that? Look at me! I’m... I... Look like this! How could I ever hope that someone as beautiful as you could ever see me that way?”

>You didn’t immediately know how to respond. You were... heartbroken that he saw himself that way. You couldn’t image him being self-conscious about anything because in your eyes, he was a god. He was perfect and angelic and you told him as much. You looked at him with such adorably big eyes and your voice was full of so much honesty and adoration, he had to have you immediately. He’d never felt desired, he had never felt lovable. He always thought it would be a miracle if anyone would ever be able to even stomach looking at him without cringing away in disgust. But you were so perfect and you loved him so immediately and so much that it knocked him out. He launches himself at you and just kisses you for a while.

> You both fumbled around a bit at first, trying to find what felt best. You both quickly came to the conclusion that you were going to have to practice together. A lot. As much as possible actually, because even in your inexperience, you both felt more amazing than you ever had in your lives. When you were connected like this, panting, kissing, licking, trying your damndest to become one being, it felt like bliss. You never wanted it to stop.

-Aizawa-

> MORE FUCKING BRAIN ROT

> Aizawa has an innocence kink. There I fucking said it.

> When it comes to the person he’s with, he’s a shameless flirt, and while he would NEVER cross a line or pressure you, he definitely does his best to get you in the mood whenever he can, much to your naïve frustration.

> At first you genuinely don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. The heated looks he gave you that made your knees weak? You didn’t think he was doing that on purpose, it’s just because he’s... tired? And he always looks so gorgeous, so that’s why. He ALWAYS makes your knees weak. Yeah that’s all it is, obviously.

> And when he comes up behind you, hands on your hips gently, and lowly rumbling in your ear. Sometimes it’s just comments about whatever you’re doing, which was bad enough. But sometimes it was mumbled compliments. About your outfit, how good it made your ass look. About how soft your hair was, how good you smelled, the softness of your skin while he gently rubbed his stubble against your neck.

>YOU COULDN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT.

> He was so soft most of the time, cuddling you while watching movies, cooking together, dancing in the kitchen with you at 3 in the morning after he finished grading papers. The shift that happened when he would get flirtatious was dizzying.

> You were nervous though, Aizawa was a bit older than you, and obviously way more experienced that you. One night while you were curled up in bed together, you told him you were nervous about disappointing him when the time finally came. He sat up and turned a light on immediately and pulled you into his lap. He held you and stroked your hair and told you how much you meant to him, how you could never disappoint him, how much he wanted you, and how he was willing to wait however long you needed. He held you until he was sure you felt better about it, and then he held you until he was sure you were asleep. You were the most important person in the world to him, and he wasn’t gonna let you think anything was ever gonna change that.

> When you finally got tired of his teasing and felt like you were ready, you decided to get him back. Before he got home, you put on one of his long shirts as a dress and started getting dinner ready.

> When he walked through the door and saw that you were wearing nothing but one of his black button ups, he had to maintain every ounce of his self control to contain the rush of feral need that suddenly consumed him. Now it was HIS turn to assume you were being innocent. And man did you play it up. “What’s wrong Shota? Are you feeling okay?” And you bat your big beautiful eyes at him. He was going to have a stroke.

> It wasn’t until you bent over and he noticed you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that he realized it was an invitation. He came up behind you, caging you in against the counter, and growled lowly in your ear, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He gently pushed his growing erection against your ass, making you gasp. Score.

> “W-what do you mean?” you looked up at him as innocently as you could. He took your hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. He groaned low in his chest, thankful for any friction. “Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You know exactly what you’re doing. I think you should take responsibility.” You grinned.

> “Yes Sir,” he jolts at that, and you sink your knees and get to work undoing the fastenings on his hero costume. When his cock springs free, you eagerly give it kitten licks until he’s had enough. He grips you by your hair and gently guides your mouth down onto his cock. He’s big, bigger than you can take, but that doesn’t stop Aizawa from purposefully making you gag on him every so often. He really does get off on how innocent you are, the tears that hang in your eyes from gagging on his cock. He’s gonna cum soon if he’s not careful.

> After he’s had his fun making you suck him off, he pulls you up and carries you off to bed. No way he’s taking your virginity on the floor, he’s too much of a gentleman. And dinner, what dinner? Thank god nothing happened to be on the stove or in the oven.

> He sets you down in bed and kisses you, takes his shirt off of you and finishes ridding himself of his hero costume. He takes pride in getting you ready for him, relishing in your sweet noises and how wet you are for him. A fact that he teases you about. “S-Shotaaa~” you moan and clench down on his fingers. He smirks, “What happened to ‘Sir’, hmm? I liked that, you know...” All you can do is whine up at him in response.

> When you feel like you’re close to cumming, you whine louder and clench down harder and before you can reach your peak, he stops. You whine in frustration before he leans down and rumbles, “Oh no, kitten, the only way you’re cumming is if you cum on my cock.” You gasp and nearly convulse at his filthy words, but you’ve never felt like you needed him more.

> He fucks you gently, at first anyway. For as long as he can. He rolls his hips into you and angles his thrusts expertly, aiming for that spot inside you that’ll make your head spin. And he hits it. Every time. And your head DOES spin. And soon you can feel the pressure build again and you start whining again, “Sh-Shouta, please! I’m s-oh! So close!” He smiles, and decides to take pity on you. He pistons harder, faster, brings a hand to your core to rub circles against your clit and when you cum, you scream his name and he can’t take it anymore. He slams into you, chasing his own high and simultaneously extends yours. You’re seeing stars by the time he cums deep into you. He rolls over, bringing you with him. You lie on top of him and he strokes your hair, and you just hold each other for a while.

-Shinso-

> I wanna say this now, Shinso is Aizawa Jr. I’m so sorry, but its true. They’re both tired, overworked, cat lovers that just wanna come home and cuddle and pass out.

> He knows he’s your first boyfriend. You met at UA and pretty much bonded immediately. Now that you’re both pro-heros working for the same agency? It was only a matter of time before he made a move. And thank whatever higher power exists that you have the same schedule. More time for cuddles.

> HOWEVER! Don’t let the fact that he’s a cuddle-bug fool you. He frequently has to remember that you’re a virgin and you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you have no idea how much he’s affected by you answering your door on a Saturday morning you both had off wearing one of his hoodies that absolutely swallows you. Looking up at him smiling and yawning sleepily, rubbing one of your eyes and groggily asking, “What are you doing here so early? I thought we weren’t going out till tonight?”. He has to breathe deeply to stop himself from jumping you.

> Because much like Aizawa, seeing you so sleepy and soft and small and knowing how innocent and naive you are to all of the things you do that make him need you... is going to make him lose his mind. Quickly.

> Instead of an innocence kink though, this motherfucker has a corruption and a mind break kink. He wants to make it impossible for you to feel pleasure without him, he wants to make you need him desperately, forever. And he wants to do it without the help of his quirk. But that would all come in time, at the moment he has to stop himself from cumming in his pants because you’re bending over on your way to your room so you can change, stooping to pet your cat and his hoodie rode up your ass and he can see your lacy black panties and you were GOING to drive him insane long before he ever got the chance to make you his, he was sure.

> He had brought you coffee and suggested you just stay in all day since you both had such a late night. Watching movies and stuff. You know, normal stuff. He told himself he wasn’t going to try and make a move. Right? Right.

> But when you emerged from your room 45 minutes later, showered and changed, your hair still damp and a droplet of water drifting down your neck and landing in the dip of your collar bones, all he could think of was licking it up. How good your hair must smell, how your skin was still probably warm form the water... He was staring, and you pretended not to notice.

> You were nervous about not measuring up to his expectations. You’d seen the women he usually went out with, and how comfortable they were with their bodies and their sexuality. How beautiful they were. As far as you were concerned, you were nothing like them.

> He could see the gears turning in your head and the downturn of your mouth, and he asked you what was wrong. He motioned for you to come sit with him, and it wasn’t five seconds before he pulled you into his lap. After some coaxing, you let him know what you were worried about. He assured you that the reason he was so happy with you is because you weren’t anything like the women he had dated before. Because, not only were you far more beautiful than they were, they had also been conceited and cold, only dating him because he was an up and coming pro-hero that could get them into events so they could dump him for the first bigger hero they’d meet. He liked that you were soft and warm and he could trust you, that you had always trusted him, even despite his quirk.

> You talked for awhile, and as the morning sun drifted higher into the sky, you decided it was time to door dash some food. While he ordered it, you excused yourself the restroom. You needed to think. The heaviness of the conversation still weighed on you, and you’d never felt closer to him than you did now. It was time, you were sure. You wanted to give him everything he’d been waiting so patiently for, he deserved it. And so did you damnit, no more of this scaredy-cat bullshit! You gave yourself your best war face in the mirror before you exited the bathroom and going back to the living room where Shinsou was reclined on your couch. Head tilted back, resting on the pillow behind him.

> He was so beautiful. Lavender hair a wild mess, eyes closed and lashes fluttering softly. You wanted to kiss his neck suddenly, and unlike when urges like this usually happened, you didn’t shove the thought away. You quickly straddled him and, before he had the chance to question you, you began kissing up and down his neck softly. “K-kitty...” he groaned beneath you, gripping your waist, his hips jerking up against yours.

> After a while of your explorative kissing, he growled impatiently and flipped you over easily, pressing you into the couch. He kissed you like he might die if he didn’t, deep and slow and desperate. When he finally broke for air and looked at you, he felt his heart and his dick jump. Your flushed face and your eyes that were looking up at him through your eyelashes heavily, your mouth hanging open gasping and your kiss bitten lips, your brows softly cinched at the effort it took for you to remember you needed to breathe.

> He asks you if you’re sure you were ready, and when you nod dazedly up at him he doesn’t need any more convincing.

> He takes his time, he’s slow and methodical. He wants your first time to be an enjoyable experience. Something you can look back on fondly and remember how much he loved you, how good it felt, how comfortable you were. He wanted it to be better than his first time, drunk after a hero convention, with some woman who didn’t remember his name in the morning and never called him back. He pushed the thought away. He focused on you, on how perfect you were.

> When he finally thrusts into you, you think you want to feel like this forever. You tell him so, and beams with pride, pushing your pleasure further. Kissing your neck and praising you. Telling you how perfect you are, telling you all the things you do that drive him crazy, telling you that he’s never going to let you go, that you’re his forever and he’s yours.

> You cum together, and you think that everything in the world must have always been this beautiful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling, eating, and making love.

-Bakugo-

> No thoughts in this mans head. None. At least when it comes to romance. When you first start dating, you had to make the first move cause his oblivious ass just thought you were challenging him. You had to explain to him that what you were actually doing was called “flirting”.

> So when it comes to your first time, you know you’re gonna have to make the first move there too. He fears rejection, so he avoids the things he really wants the most. Which in this case is you whining on his dick.

> But he also knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t wanna scare you, so he leaves it be. Trusting his fist to get the job done when he really needs to let off some steam. Either by punching shit or jerking off.

> One day, you do catch him jerking off, and you immediately start to (stupidly) think that you’re not enough for him, that he might leave you for someone who can give him what he needs. You don’t think he notices you having a mini panic attack in the hallway so you sneak back to the kitchen to catch your breath and think. Why HAD you waited this long? What were you waiting FOR? You guessed you had just been worried about not knowing what to do, about him getting impatient and annoyed with you for your lack of experience.

> Making your final decision, you square your shoulders and march yourself back to your shared room. You confidently open the door to find him ... waiting for you?

> “Tch, took you long enough. You done freakin’ out now?” He grumbles from his spot on the bed. You nod meekly and he opens his arms for you, an invitation you gratefully accept. He pets your head and continues grumbling, “ just as bad as shitty-hair, nobody ever knocks anymore. You shouldn’t be surprised when you just try to walk in like that...”

> He keeps petting your head until eventually you hit him with it. “‘Tsuki, I wanna... uhm...” you look up at him with pleading eyes hoping his quirk somehow suddenly allows him to read your mind.

> It doesn’t. “ You wanna what? C’mon, spit it out.” No thoughts, remember?

> You huff and blush and finally squeak out, “Wanna make you feel good, ‘Tsuki...”

> His brain stops working momentarily. When he catches back up, he smirks. “Seriously? It just took you gettin’ jealous over my left hand for you to be ready?”, he teased. You stick out your tongue and he grabs your jaw, looks you dead in the eyes when he says, “I have something much more important for that cute little mouth to do.”

> Your eyes go wide at his suggestion, even though it really doesn’t surprise you. When Katsuki wants something he wants to go all out, no half-assing it. You nod nervously and he laughs at your apprehension, allowing you to shift down his body until you were face to face with his fly. You undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, and gently guide his dick out of his jeans.

> Beautiful is the first word to come to your mind. Beautiful and massive, just like the rest of him. He was easily over six feet tall, and built too so it really shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. For a moment all you can do is look up at him from your place below him, your big strong hero. You melt a little and you notice him smirking down at you again, “What ‘ya lookin’ at, princess?”. He gently strokes your cheek while you admire him, “You.” you reply dazedly. His smirk widens to a bear malicious grin, “Me? How come?”. A feeling you’re not totally familiar with, but you’re pretty sure is called submission, fills you suddenly and you feel warm and content. “You’re perfect,” you bat your eyelashes and bite your lip as you gently start to stroke your hand up and down his length.

>He controls his breathing, because he really can’t handle you looking so cute with his cock that close to your pretty little face. “‘Tch, and? What’s got you so worked up about it?” You giggle and nuzzle your face into the base of his cock and look up at him innocently. “I’m just glad I’m yours,” you smile and lick him from base to tip before gently taking him into your mouth. You’d read enough smut online to at least have some idea how to do this.

> He almost cums when you say that you’re glad to be his. His, he grins. He doesn’t get to think about that for too long though because your warm, wet tongue is sliding up his shaft and then your pretty little mouth engulfs him and he thinks he might hyperventilate if you keep looking up at him like that. He’d almost say it wasn’t fair, but then you start moving and he thinks that he could actually die happily from the warm bliss that fills him while he watches you try to take more and more of him down your throat.

> This is much more fun than you thought it would be, especially because Katsuki keeps letting out those little sighs and groans, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You hollow out your cheeks and suck a bit harder before taking a deep breath and relaxing your throat as much as possible. You lower yourself down as far as you can, pushing past the ring of muscle in the back of your throat before moving down further. You feel him lay his hand gently, encouragingly, on the back of your head. You’re surprised when you find your nose nestled in the light blonde fuzz at the base of him and you stick your tongue out to lap at the underside.

> He jolts when you begin your descent. You’re not really gonna try to deep-throat him, are you? He watches you, mesmerized. No ones ever even tried, always saying he was way too big. It felt way too good. He laid a hand on the back of your head to ground himself, quickly realizing he had to control himself so that he didn’t clench his fist in your hair or shove you down all the way and hold you there. When you reached your goal, he sighed. Your throat felt perfect wrapped around him, just like he knew it would. When he felt your tongue sneak out of your mouth and lick, he thanked whatever creator there was that your tongue was long enough to reach his anchor. when you start to move your head up and down, he can only take it for so long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth. When you gag on him, that’s it, he has to pull you off him before he grips your head and suffocates you on his cock.

> He’s nearly at the point of begging, but thankfully, mercifully, you seem to get the idea. You wipe your mouth and lie back on the bed, giggling at his abruptness and he growls in response. He kisses you, and praises you, telling you how good you are, how much he needs to be inside you as he undresses you. You’re surprised at how automatically your legs open for him, and you tell him how much you need him inside of you as well. You feel so empty all of a sudden. Until one of his thick fingers finds your molten core and gathers some of your slick before sinking into you and you gasp.

> He continues to kiss and praise you as he works you with his fingers. You whine and moan and beg, it’s like music to his ears. When he thinks you’re ready, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding up and down, grinding against your clit briefly before continuing. “I wanna hear you beg for it, princess.” and fuck, did you beg. A beautiful litany of filthy fucking words fell from your mouth, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sinks into you fully in one thrust, gripping your open legs for stability.

> At first you can’t speak, you can’t make any noise at all. You feel so unbelievably full, and you look up at him and his eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is set. He’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle with you because it’s your first time. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. You raise a shaky hand to his face and he leans into it. He met your eyes and you watch as his control falters when he sees you bent in half like this. You smile, “Katsuki, please”, is all you can say. It seems to open the flood gates. For all his self control, he pounds into you mercilessly and it fills you with the most intense feeling of ecstasy. “F-fuck ‘Tsuki, you feel s-so fucking good,” you moan and gasp brokenly.

> He cums hard. Grunting, growling, and near snarling the whole way through. You’re seeing stars, even though you haven’t cum. It had felt so fucking amazing, and you’re more than content with that. Katsuki is definitely not however, and is intent on eating you out until you beg for mercy. He always takes such good care of you.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #shinsou x reader #shinso smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut

[rowanaelinn]

Tease

word count: 1,3k

warning: some mild nsfw

i might write part two of this if you’re interested in it! i wrote this in thirty minutes right before posting it so i’ll be honest i was a bit lazy to write everything, so just tell me if you’d be interested in a part two!

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius knew she was a tease. She had been told so her entire life, and she took great pride in it.

She loved to make jokes about her family, to laugh of her friends whenever she could, and to annoy the shit out of everyone around her when she was in a mood.

But, she wasn’t only that way with people she loved dearly but also with the ones she hated with a passion.

Not a lot of people could fit in that category since she never considered herself a very hateful person, only Rowan Whitethorn could. It wasn’t exactly her fault, she just couldn’t ignore him when he was in the same room as her, she had to pick on him. And he returned the courtesy so she didn’t really feel bad about it.

But after two years of knowing each other, something changed. Aelin didn’t know how their banters went from snarky remarks to angrily making out in closets, but she was willing to admit she didn’t mind.

Not that she had stopped teasing him, but it was funnier now. For the past two months, she couldn’t count how many times her hand had accidentally brushed the top of his thigh, how many times her skirt rode up around him and she just didn’t notice or how many times she had to wipe the side of her mouth as she maintained eye contact with him.

They had made out for hours and they had also sometimes crossed a line, but they were both in silent agreement to never speak about it even when it was only the two of them. So, whenever she could she’d tease him about how bad he kissed (which is the biggest lie that ever came out of her mouth) but she’d never brought up that time they had drunk and he made her scream of pleasure just with two fingers.

And he would tease her on the way she always pulled his hair too roughly, but he’d never spoke about that time she took him so deep in her mouth he came down her throat, chanting her name as he fucked her mouth.

Never had they crossed that final line and Aelin wasn’t sure they would. She didn’t know whether to feel revealed or disappointed. Normal people don’t make out with people they hate, so they’d definitely wouldn’t have sex with them. Maybe she wasn’t normal, she liked the sound of this.

Aelin was having so much fun tonight.

They were all out in a bar to celebrate Fenrys’s birthday and instead of being by her best friend’s side, drinking and partying, she was in a dirty bathroom, her legs around the man she hated’s waist, her hands in his hair, and her tongue playing with his. He was pressing her against the wall, both hands gripping her ass.

“What about ‘never doing this again’?” Aelin asked, pulling back to take back her breath but she didn’t catch a break, Rowan’s lips assaulting her neck. Every time they kissed, one of them promised it was the last time, even if they both knew it was a goddamn lie.

“Shut up,” he groaned, taking back her lips. She just giggled, trying her best not to break the kiss. She was annoying him, she knew it, it’s exactly why she was doing this.

Aelin didn’t know how they ended up here tonight, they had been fighting over what sport was better between football and baseball, and the next second, she heard him lock the door and she was kissing him roughly.

“I’m still right.”

He groaned, pressing his body closer to hers in hopes it would shut her up, but if he really believed this he didn’t know her at all. He went to unbutton her shirt, but she stopped him right there, shaking her head.

He looked at her, a brow arched and Aelin hated how beautiful he looked right now, his long hair in a mess because of her, his lips swollen and eyes darker than his usual shade of green. “Tell me I’m right, then you can take off my clothes.”

“No.”

Aelin smirked, taking her hands off his hair. “Hands off, then.” She smirked but Rowan didn’t let her go. “Come on, three little words. You are right.”

“I’m not going to lie.” He said, his hands massaging her butt. He really was shameless.

“But you’re going home with blue balls.” She winked and used all her strength to push him back, settling on her feet once again. She ignored the ache between her own legs and walked away from him, accentuating the sway of her hips because she knew it’s where he would look.

She sat back with her friends, ordering her second drink of the night as she laughed with Lysandra.

Five minutes later, Rowan sat at the same table, looking normal as if he hadn’t almost fucked someone in the bathroom. He ordered a new drink and spoke with Aedion who was sitting to his left, but not one single time did he look at her, which annoyed her.

She tried to attract his attention by laughing a little loudly, by interrupting his conversation with her cousin because she needed to ask Aedion something or because she was recalling a childhood memory, but nothing worked. Never once his gaze settled on her.

With a smirk on her face, Aelin pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly found her message app. She took advantage of Lysandra wanting to dance with Fenrys to take the time to scroll into her picture to find what to send.

Happy with her choice, Aelin pressed the “send” button and put her phone on the table, her eyes focused on the silver-haired man at the other side of the table.

He opened his phone the moment he got the notification and she could see the moment he saw her text.

Rowan had just received a very explicit photo of hers truly, she was laying in bed, with lacy red lingerie on and one of her hands disappeared in her underwear, not letting what her fingers were doing to the imagination. She had been thinking of him when she took this, and had felt a little embarrassed about it when she came down from her high, but now she was glad she took the picture.

His knee, which had been shaking since he sat down, she didn't need to see it to know, he did it all the time, tapped the underside of the table, drawing everyone's attention.

His head snapped up toward her, his eyes hard. Aelin grinned like a fiend, proud of herself. She brought her glass to her lips but she before rose it toward him, mouthing “cheers”.

Her phone buzzed, showing a new message. Stop with this attitude before I fuck it out of you.

She bit her lip, fighting the blushing coming on her cheeks. When she looked up, Rowan seemed proud of him as if he knew what she was feeling right now. Maybe he did. They had never spoken about this so outrightly, this was dangerous territory.

Not sure you would be able to handle all of me.

His reply came in immediately. Willing to bet against it?

She was, but she didn’t want him to win her so easily even though she had fantasied about him fucking her for months now. You miss my mouth?

Yes. Oh, good gods help her. She didn’t dare to look up, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. Feeling the same about my fingers?

I don’t know. It wasn’t that memorable.

She looked up to see him frown and she internally smiled at it, finding the image funny. She looked quickly at her phone. Join me in my car in five minutes and allow me to refresh your memory.

Rowan didn’t wait for an answer before excusing himself for the night. She didn’t have to think about it twice, her mind was already made.

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#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass fanfiction #rowaelin month #rowaelin smut #rowaelinmonth #aelin galathynius

[papijean]

could you do jean x 1&19? they kinda go together! like he’s big and he knows it and he’s gonna be an asshole about it 🥺 i’m a sucker for size kink and ur writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️ congrats on 1k!!!!!!🎉🥳 forever my fav aot blog

thank you!! These were both incredibly similar so I just put them together I hope that’s okay! 

"You're too big" + "My dick isn't that big, you can handle it" + Jean

550+ words

There were times Jean reached his limits with patience. He got so caught up in his lust for you he could barely contain himself. Your taste, your touch, everything drove him to his limit. His kisses would become non-stop, his guttural moans, the way his hips desperately jutted over your clothed ones.

Jean needed you, he needed you so fucking badly that he couldn't wait any longer. His fingers struggled to pull away your clothes, so tied up in the idea of being inside of you the motions needed beforehand became blurred. He couldn't hear the tremble in your breath or the way your body tensed as he man-handled you into the position he wanted.

"Jean-Jean!" The head of his cock tapped against your dripping folds, collecting your wetness before getting ready to push himself in. He didn't bother to tease you, nor to run his tongue between your lips - and he certainly didn't think about diving his fingers into you to stretch you out. "You're too big to just jump right in."

"Please, baby," Jean's tip pressed against your core. The heat, the wetness, it was enough to drive him insane. He couldn't wait to sink his throbbing cock into you. "I'm not that big, you can handle it. Be a good girl for me, you can take it. Wanna make me feel good, ya? I promise I'll try to go slow."

Fuck. Of course you wanted to make him feel good, especially when he was needy like this. Jean was far too big for you to handle without any preparations. His voice was desperate; so sultry it was easy to fall into his trap of eagerness. You couldn't say no to him. Hesitantly, you nodded.

He didn't waste any more time. Jean pushed himself into you, using every ounce of his self-control not to slam all of himself into your warmth. A shameless moan was welcomed to your ears, but as heavenly as he sounded it did nothing to the pain you were feeling.

Jean's width was nearly unbearable to your tight hole. His cock stretched your walls as he sank further into you, burning up your entire body with a wave of pain. Your nails dug into his biceps as you held back whimpers and whines of how deeply he was stretching you. Jean was that big, and you could barely handle it.

"That's it, pretty girl," Jean's voice was shaky. He waited a moment before sliding out nearly all the way. You couldn't stop the cry of his name this time when he trusted into you, harder than last time. "Taking me so well, just like I knew you could. So- oh god - you're so tight I can barely move."

"Jean - big, fuck you're so big," he could hear the tremble in your voice. No matter how hard you tried to hold yourself together for him, it was obvious you were struggling. Jean couldn't deny how much he loved seeing you like this. He loved watching you latch onto him as you struggled to take his girth.

"Gonna make you feel good, yeah? Such a good girl for me," Jean pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your sounds of discomfort until they became ones of pleasure.

#jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtien smut #papijean's 1k event

[keiarchived]

Can I request Hawks with a very shy darling that is always shying away from him because she’s nervous to talk to him because he’s a stranger, and maybe it’s about how he slowly gains her trust and coaxes her out to his loving arms 🥺

@yanbaere: I’m in love with you blog 🥺 yandere Hawks makes me really soft and I love him,,, can I request some yandere hawks with a shy and insecure s/o? 🥺 he would be so protective and sweet with them and would definitely harm anyone that tries to hurt them or makes them feel bad,,he just hits different when he’s a yandere 👉🏻👈🏻 I adore your blog and your writing! It’s amazing 💕💕

anon: how about a one shot of yandere! Hawks x virgin/! reader ? 👀 I imagine he would be so freaking happy he got to be his s/o’s first time but of course he probably already knew that; he’s a little rough and haz a breeding kink but nothing you can’t handle, right? >;)

Yan Hawks with a shy birdie 🥺 this low-key adorable but also flirty af so like prepare yourself ♥️ Also thank you for the support guys! ♥️

Sorry it took so long 🥺

Yandere!Hawks x Shy!F!Reader

warnings: Yandere, manipulation, possessive, obsessive, breeding kink

words: 1.4k

The moment Keigo laid his eyes on you, he knew you were different. This pure and glowing aura radiating off you is unreal, it’s not often the number two hero let other catch him by the wings. Even rarer for him to be so interested in someone but you... you’re a breath of fresh air.

It was during a Christmas party when he met you, trying to make yourself as small as possible behind your mother. Being the child of a single mother hero meant attention often find its way towards the two of you, with men and women alike wondering how she do it. Raise a kid as well as dedicate herself to being a hero, there honestly are no secrets. Your mother and you function like any other family, sure there will be times where she would come home late and you have to help out a lot more than usual. But you don’t mind, your mother have been working hard for the two of you after all.

Plus it’s not like you’re a child, you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. Just a little shy and nervous around the edge, nothing Keigo couldn’t help you through. “Hey, glad you could make it.” The winged hero said in his usually layback tone as he greeted your mother, they had worked together on the same mission before and needless to say she is more than impressed by Hawks’ skills. The perfect son in law wouldn’t you say?

As per usual, you hide before your mother as the two heroes continued with their conversation. Catching up with each other whilst chuckles and laughs were heard but of course, Keigo’s eyes were set on you -- like how it had been in the last couple of minutes whilst talking to your mother whilst wondering how he could get you alone. It’s you he wants to talk to after all, as if lady luck is on Keigo’s side today, some other hero waved at your mother and has kindly asked her to come over, perfect. “Honey, why don’t you stay here with Hawks for a moment? I’ll be right back. You wouldn’t mind would you?” 

Oh if only she knew the danger that lurks behind his artificial smile, how this man have already laid his trap to lure you in. “Sure, of course. I don’t mind.” Keigo smiles with teeth rooting sweetness behind those word, before you could even protest, your safety shield has wander off.

There was a moment of awkward silence when you watched your mother’s figure blends into the crowd, greeting her fellow heroes but before you dig deeper into those mindless thoughts Keigo managed to snapped you out of it with a simple chuckle. Was it if ill will or kindness, you don’t know. The only thing you know is how handsome his face is upon a closer look, sandy blonde locks with a few strays among those well swoop back ones and a pair of dangerous looking golden hues to pair with. “What’s your name dove?”

“Y/N...” You were hesitant to give Keigo your name, felt as though you had just signed a contract with the devil himself and rest was history.

It took a while for you to truly open up to the winged hero but surprisingly or unsurprisingly, he was patient. Taking those small but necessary steps in order to make you comfortable, as much as he is obsessed with you, Keigo still put your comfort first above everything. Bring you small gifts that reminds you that he’s there whenever you need him, despite the hours of a day. If it’s for you, he will make it work. Date nights often resulted in spending inside and Keigo is fine with it, movie nights, game nights as long as he get to spend the time with you he is more than happy. Needless to say, your mother is supportive of the relationship with Keigo, how could she not when the perfect son in law present himself as your boyfriend?

He would never hurt you unlike all those other corrupted men, you know that right? As long as you are under his wings, nothing could harm you.

Keigo have been patient, he really have. Only doing whatever you’re comfortable with, soft kisses, caressing those cute flustered cheeks of yours, a hand tracing shapes on your thighs but it was all becoming too much. He wants you.

The thought of you crying out his name in pleasure, body quivering in needs as lewd wet sounds bounces off walls surrounding the two of you is enough to have his own cock grow hard. “Keigo...” Oh, if only you could see the expression you said his name with. So cute but yet alluring, “Princess... if you keep saying my name like that, you’re in trouble.” But you already know that don’t you? The way Keigo have been eyeing you ever since he have you cages beneath him on these soft sheets, golden shimmers with minimal lights, soft kisses soon became desperate and needy.

Your breath soon became unevening as Keigo trails those kisses further and further away from your lips, nibbling and biting hard enough to leave beautiful marks. “Wa-wait! Keigo please...” It wasn’t as if you didn’t want him to take you, in fact is the complete opposite. Everytime the winged hero left you breathless, a shameless patch of dampness gathers between your thighs. “Hm? What is it baby? I’m sorry I-“

“I’m a virgin.” Keigo’s eyes widen slightly, pretending as if he was completely clueless about the news. Sweetheart, Keigo knows every details about you and he is well informed. But the way you said it, cheeks red as his own wings and a slight pout on your lips — the less he could do is give you a reaction you wanted. “We’ll take it slow princess...”

Well at least the beginning he was.

When Keigo finally inches his cock into those throbbing tightnsss, it was surreal. The mere feeling had him tossing his head back in bliss whilst he tries to hold himself back, gritting his teeth until he was balls deep. Peppering you with kisses in order to help you ease up, adjust to the size of his cock stretching your untouched cunt open. “Fuck... you’re doing so good baby...” Keigo would coos, tugging those loose strands of hair behind your ears and away from your forehead before he finally started rutting into you. Those soft moans and whimpers only egged him on, feeling the way your nails dug at the sides and under his wings. God, it was like you wanted him to go wild, to go feral and eventually he did.

Hips snapping against your mound with long deep strokes, hard enough to leave them red even in the morning after as Keigo have you folded into a mating press. Hands gripping firmly on either sides of your ankles, drinking ever last bits of those delicious twists of pleasure from you. “Hm.. you like that?” A lazy grin stretched across his lips, “Like being breed like a bitch in heat even though I just took your virginity?” The mere thought of him being your first and last man, the one to corrupt you is enough to drive Keigo’s little edge further, drilling even deeper into your cunt to leave your body arching in bliss.

“Ke-Keigo no more-!” You have already lost count of the number of orgasm he managed to rip out of you in the last two hours, but you’re damn well sure if Keigo edges you to another, those pretty eyes of yours just might roll back and stay close. “Just one more baby, you can do it for me can’t you? You’ve been doing so well so far princess.” Keigo coos, with the same sweet smile as he pressed a soft kiss to your ankle. Just a little more until he soils you, nothing you can’t handle right?

“Gonna fill you nice and good~” The winged hero promised and he always keep his promises, at least with you. With the last deep thrust meeting your pelvis, Keigo grunts before ropes of cum painted your once virgin walls white. Panting as he collapsed atop of you slowly, letting out a blissful hum.

After a while, Keigo withdraw from you as he watched the way his own seed seeps out of you only to push those back where they belong. “Good girl, you did an amazing job baby.” He coos softly, peppering you with kisses all over.

As Keigo expected, you’re different and he’s glad to call you his own.

#bnha smut #bnha imagines #mha smut #mha imagines #hawks x reader #hawks smut #takami keigo #hawks imagine #tw’yandere #tw’breeding #tw’obsessive #tw’manipulation #yannugget 🐤

[turdburgular]

I would like to share my story of attending the Jojos bizarre adventure panel at Anime Midwest this past summer -- aka my Jojo Sexual Awakening.

One of my best friends and I managed to find a spot in the hella crowded little hotel conference room to watch the panel. My friend is not a Jojo watcher, but she liked the costumes and the funny memes and was overall supportive of my desire to attend the panel.

We were sitting, waiting for the last few stragglers to come in, and I was looking around the room, admiring the Josephs, Jotaros, Mistas, and Trishes that dotted the room. I'd never seen Jojo cosplay in real life since my emergence as a massive fan, so to say the least I was feeling pretty overwhelmed, in the best way possible. I was scanning the room and watching people trickle in when I spotted a tall guy in a trim white suit and sleek bobbed wig enter the room.

I immediately recognized his cosplay as Bruno Bucciarati, and I swear I broke out into a sweat. There is just something so elegant to me about the sharpness of a man -- his tall frame, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, pointed nose -- contrasted against traditionally feminine makeup, hair, and lace. It is just... undeniably sexy. That whole dynamic is part of what drew me into the charming and flamboyant world of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, this reckless breaking of hyper-masculine stereotypes. And anyone who follows my blog (and all my irl friends) would know that Bruno is one of my favorite characters, and not only that, I would fucking marry this man if he existed in real life. I am a shameless habitual consumer of Bruno fanfiction, fan art, and fan theories, as well as Vento Aureo content in general. So seeing this beautiful and handsome Bruno cosplayer step into the room absolutely rocked my world. Like, I walked out of that convention hall a new human being, ascended -- I walked out seeing shades of color that I had never known to exist to man.

So there I am, absolutely sweating buckets in my seat, eyes bored into the cheap threadbare carpeting beneath me. I could hear my friend exclaiming how red my face was, and she asked if I was okay. I informed her of my discovery, and she slowly turned her head to look, resulting in a gasp.

"He's coming towards us!"

And what would you know... the man who had reduced me to a stammering puddle in the middle of a Hyatt Regency came and sat down directly behind us. I heard him engaging small talk with the cosplayer next to him, making out bits of conversation about how David Pro butchered part 5 but that he was still optimistic for Stone Ocean's release.

And guys, I swear, even his voice was deep and sexy. I could not compose myself any longer. I promised myself that I would not give even another sliver of a glance towards this man and pay as little attention to him as possible throughout the hour long panel -- I was afraid that if I did, I would spontaneously burst into flames on the spot.

That proved difficult however, as during the panel, he went up to the microphone and quoted an entire paragraph of dialogue from Vento Aureo in clear as day Japanese. The whole room sat stunned, and then applauded. Even one of the panel hosts, who spoke fluent Japanese, admitted she was impressed. In the last glimpse of him that I afforded myself, he broke out into a self-satisfied grin and stepped down from the podium, likely aware of the hundred or so saucer-like eyes staring at him in admiration.

Now, I'm sure the Bruno cosplayer went home that day, shrugged off his zipper studded suit and shiny black wig, put on a pair of stained sweats, and sat in front of his three computer monitors in a DXracer gamer chair while drinking an entire liter of mountain dew straight from the bottle. His name was probably something far less romantic than Bruno Bucciarati, like Lenny Johnson or Karl Burger, and he probably steals memes from r/funny and posts them to an Instagram account entitled nothing less extravagant than Dank_memes_69_ur_mom_haha (These are pastimes I imagine for opinionated and college-aged males, however stereotypical they may be.)

However, in that one hour we shared in the rank conference room, packed to the brim with Jojo fans, he was nothing less than the most enchanting man I ever laid eyes on. This was months ago now, and I'm sure that with time my brain has greatly exaggerated and embellished this memory without me even realizing it. The Bruno Bucciarati cosplayer I encountered at Anime Midwest 2021 has snowballed into a luminescent mythical legend in my mind, where he will forever stay. I often find myself thinking of him randomly from time-to-time, and even my friend, who only has a dim awareness of who Bucciarati is, admits that he creeps into her mind as well sometimes.

Bruno Bucciarati cosplayer my beloved, wherever you may be, I hope you are doing well. Thank you.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #vento aureo #anime #anime midwest #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #jjba part 5 #bucciarati #bucci gang #convention #cosplay #jojo cosplay

[the-resurrection-3d]

(@maskwasii​ wanted me to post this despite, ironically, it all being shit I’ve told him before. Regardless.)

Something that I’ve been thinking about for awhile and might as well post while I’m waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in:

It really feels like the great irony of shipping drama is that it pushes out the people who would take this shit seriously. By “this” I mean darkfic topics like rape, incest, pedophilia, and so on. Because let’s be real with ourselves: regardless of your opinion on “dead dove” content, the majority of people who make that content don’t fucking care what you have to say. Nothing you can say is new to them, most of them are perfectly comfortable with remaking twice, thrice, even 5+ times after being mass-reported, and as far as ao3 goes, that site’s rules are intentionally designed to make removing someone else’s work as hard as possible.

A lot of people say they’re just against “romanticizing”/ “fetishizing” that type of content, which is fine on its surface, but there really isn’t any consistent metric for what “romanticizing” actually means outside of just pointing at shameless porn and going “don’t do that.” I remember once scrolling through an anti’s blog, seeing a typical post about how they’re only against romanticization, and then ~two posts down was a callout for someone for having edgy OCs. No context whatsoever into the actual story’s lore or how the author seems to want said OCs to be viewed-- the OCs themselves are bad people/have bad kinks, therefore this blogger must be shunned and publicly shamed. Again: hate stuff like rape/non-con kink all you want, but let’s imagine, for a moment, that Alberto had a genuine rape kink in “the grammar of violence” series instead of intrusive thoughts -- that type of presentation, where we’re meant to feel sorry for Alberto due to his urges (”””urges”””), is in a completely different universe from how I handle the same urges in Nick. 

When a work does not have an obvious sexual element, they stumble. The best example of this is how they’ll insist that murder can’t be romanticized, even though many books, shows, and films not only justify but aestheticize their protagonists' murders, fully intending for us as consumers to derive some amount of pleasure from watching the protagonists kill people (often in very drawn-out, spectacular ways).

It’s thus undeniable that many antis, knowingly or not, conflate “having X in your content” with “romanticizing X” -- take that one popular post that’s just a bunch of screenshots of the number of works tagged with “underage” on ao3 and decrying all of it as “child porn.” If you’ve ever earnestly written about csa trauma and tagged your fic with “underage” and/or “explicit” to try and keep your readers safe, no you didn’t, you’ve written CP. 

Why would anyone bother trying to write a serious story under these conditions? 

I know I joke a lot about how trying to put actual effort into your fanfics is a waste of time (except it’s not a joke because it’s true and I’m only here because I’m Asterion trapped in the labyrinth of my own autism), but seriously. Even showing support for these creators leaves many people feeling at risk, which removes pretty much the only thing fanfic is good for, aka that community element. 

I’ve mentioned this before here and there, but I’ve had multiple people come to me asking for help on their stories because they wanted to avoid “romanticizing” something fucked up, and every time, they have only a vague idea of what that would actually mean. I’m not trying to shit on them for this, because it’s not their fault, but these are the writers I’m talking about -- they have anxiety over the hypothetical backlash they could receive before the act of writing has even begun. 

Anxiety in art can be productive, such as when it motivates a creator to research experiences or cultures they don’t have firsthand experience with, but how can someone do that research when the guidelines don’t exist? “Don’t write porn.” Okay.... but I’ve seen fan-art of Luca doing stretches called “horny.” (Yet also somehow cartoon Beetlejuice calling a 13-year-old girl “babes” and getting jealous when she pays attention to other guys is just him “acting like an uncle.”) Furthermore, sometimes the only way to handle your trauma is to write through it, in all the gorey details. Sometimes that means writing a graphic rape scene, writing an unhappy ending, or writing “trauma porn” (keeping in mind, of course, that I’ve seen people’s fucking memoirs called trauma porn solely because they didn’t bend over backwards to make the reader feel comfortable).

Fandoms are just so fucking vile not only to survivors, but to people who want to earnestly and respectfully explore topics relevant to those survivors. The kinksters don’t care, as we’ve already established, and the people who don’t do any research or put in any thought at all will also continue just spewing their bullshit, because they lack the self-awareness to even realize that they’re doing so. I know a lot of dead dove creators are also survivors and are using their shit to cope, so don’t get me wrong, I don’t think their content is an issue in and of itself-- but again, let’s be real, most of them know that their content isn’t saying anything meaningful about trauma or the systems that enable it, nor are they trying to. The coping, that exploration, is within the process and not the product.

But some survivors need it to be in the product. Some survivors are unable to make art, or are not yet ready to make art about their trauma, but would benefit from consuming others’. So, while I don’t think having kinky dead dove art is an inherent issue, it's an issue when that type of content ends up dominating the creative marketplace, because as much as the creators themselves are soothed by it, a lot of other survivors are alienated. Both of these responses are valid. But I just think it’s a meme and half how, given everything I’ve seen, antis seem to be doing the most damage towards the kinds of content they always say they’ve made an exception for. 

[silkentragedies]

A boyfriend sounds good, but…

Non idol! Jung Wooyoung x fem! Reader

3.1k words, Highly suggestive at best, making out, FLUFF, E2L vibes, College AU

Warnings: Mentions of STDs, making out. ( This is so self-indulgent it’s horrible lmao- also, not explicit at all.)

This piece of fiction does not reflect the actions of the real-life Jung Wooyoung. Not meant for minors. 

College was supposed to be late night parties and hurried submissions, overdosing on caffeine and woefully unedited essay compilations. College was supposed to be hellish hangovers and greasy weekend brunches in bed, helter-skelter running to part-time jobs and missing classes with snoozed alarms.

You got all of that, of course, but you also got one thing you didn’t ask for, in fact, wished beyond wishes that it wouldn’t happen but of course, your guardian angel was up to some mischief: You got yourself an archenemy.

Jung fucking Wooyoung.

It all started off small, of course; bumping into each other rather violently in the hallways on orientation day ended with your coffee on the floor. Minor detail- his phone had also dropped on the floor.

You apologized profusely- he seemed like an upperclassman with his leather jacket, slim but solid build, a head of double-toned hair and oh were those tattoos peeking out of his collar- no point in causing a ruckus on the first day. You even offered to pay for the damage. 

And then he opened his mouth. 

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?”

The sheer annoyance in his tone rubbed you the wrong way- obviously you had to respond, you weren’t the only one at fault- 

“Sorry, but you weren’t watching where you were going either. So don’t tout the blame to me-”

“Oh, whatever, just keep your money. I can get it fixed myself.”

The audacity of this bi-

“Good for you then, because my offer is off the table now, pretty boy.” 

A smirk curled up his lip- “You think I’m pretty?”

“About as pretty as a skunk, especially with that hair.”

You had to tamp down the urge to childishly stick your tongue out at his bemused, mildly annoyed expression before walking past him.

 Lamenting the loss of your morning coffee, you hurried your way to the orientation venue. At Least he was an upperclassman. Thankfully you wouldn’t have to deal with him-

“Did you see that hot guy in the leather jacket and that black-blonde hair ?”

Fuck’s sake. 

“His name’s Jung Wooyoung and apparently all the upperclassmen already have an eye on him. He’s in our major so we really lucked out, hot guys-wise.”

Fuck’s sake.

Surely you could just avoid him and pretend he didn’t exist?

But no.

Jung fucking Wooyoung turned out to be the apple of the campus’ eye in a matter of 2 weeks. He was as new to the university as the rest of you and yet, managed to look more put together, cooler than the rest of you still struggling to figure out class numbers and professor names.

He was the upperclassmen darling- people drooled over him, wanted to befriend him, and invite him to all the big parties…

and fuck- even the teachers were already wrapped around his infuriating pinky finger. They allowed him to waltz into class 25 minutes late, smile his infuriating innocent smile and chill in the back row, scot fucking free.

A month in, he’d gotten into the Dance Club too-  cementing his legendary status in the university. It was unheard of, after all, for a freshman to get into the unattainable Dance Club in his first attempt. 

You happened to visit one of the club’s performances one weekend and even you couldn’t ignore the sheer talent he radiated. It only infuriated you more to watch Wooyoung hog the stage’s spotlight with almost no effort- all perfect lines, sharp and clean movements…

It’s fine, you could still ignore his existence

But no.

Another thing about Jung Wooyoung- he found sick pleasure in annoying the living daylights out of you. 

It was so juvenile, so high-school, so immature of him- sticking gum in your hair, snapping your bra strap, kicking the back of your chair, striking up nonsense debates with you in class…

And then he had the nerve to laugh in your face when you glared at him with hellfire in your eyes because you were too polite to lash out in front of a professor.

Of course, you exhibited no such restraint outside the classroom.

“You vs Woo” was a commonplace explanation for the commotions that blazed up in the campus courtyard every other day. You were like wolves, the way you snarled at each other, not hesitating to slash at each other with as many cutting words as you could find. 

This went on for months, an entire semester marred by an enmity that seemed to stem from nothing- until one day, mister Jung Wooyoung really fucked up.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? FACE ME, YOU COWARDLY WORM!” Your angry yelling and thudding on the door had Wooyoung’s roommates Yeosang and… Choi San? running to open the door to their shared dorm room. 

You barged into Wooyoung’s room, unplugging the game he was playing. “What the fuck-”

“You dirty fucking bastard. You shameless shitstain of a fucking human being-” 

Slap. Wooyoung reeled back. In all this time, you’d never actually hit out at him physically. It had always been words. Maybe this time he crossed a line?

“You told Changbin I had a fucking STD. THE GALL OF YOU-” You lashed out at him with every few words, pushing Wooyoung further back against the back wall of his room. 

“How fucking dare you make assumptions about me like that. you lowlife scumbag.” You snarled in his face, now having him trapped between you and the wall.

You were smaller than him by quite a bit- it was almost amusing to see Wooyoung cowering in front of you, lowkey terrified of what you’d throw at him next. 

“Okay okay, fuck, I’m sorry!” He burst out finally, cutting you right across your angry rant. “I didn’t mean it like that!! I swear, I didn’t even know you were the one he was talking about. And I only told him to be safe from STDs, not that anybody had one.”

“What makes you think I’ll believe you, Jung,” You screeched. “You’ve always been a dick in general to me. I wouldn’t put it past you to say something like that and lie to my face about it.”

You back away, almost disgusted at being so close to him, “Seriously, dude. Get fucked.” Flipping him off before leaving, you turn around to look at him still standing where you’d backed him up to, an evil glint in your eye.

“It will be so fucking unfortunate if somebody told the campus gossip blog you had erectile dysfunction and your hookups were all fake.”

\

Safe to say, Wooyoung never made digs at your sexual activity again.

Neither did he have much sexual activity of his own for a while. Not that there was much sexual activity in your case either.

Maybe it was that exact…starvation that led Wooyoung to behave the way he did.

What was juvenile teasing became more… flirtatious?

Oh gods, what the fucking fuck is going on-

Suddenly, it wasn’t gum in your hair, it was soft whispers against your ear, breath warm against your cheek

It wasn’t kicking the back of your chair, it was leaning in front of you to fistbump Lee Felix on the other side of you until you could smell his intoxicating chocolate-honey-sweat scent.

He’d taken to taking his leather jacket off and sitting through classes (he still turned up late for) in a muscle t shirt that showed off his toned arms- 

All of his movements now seemed to be designed to tease the crawling under your skin you hadn’t been able to quench recently-

Not that you were a serial hookup kinda person, but you’d been fairly sexually active until semester exams and Wooyoung’s rumors had brought around quite a dry spell for you.

It was like every action of his sparked something wildfire hot in your head, tension stringing your senses into overdrive- were you imagining it?

Wooyoung was having some troubles with said crawling under-skin himself. 

Since when did you wear skinny jeans like that to class? Did you always have such a pretty neck, just waiting to get marked up? Did you always have that sway to your hips when you walked out of class?

The forced abstinence was doing bad things to him. 

It did rather amuse him, however, when he could see your breath catch a little from his murmurings in your ear, or squirm in your seat when he spoke to Felix before the professor arrived. It was the little things, truly. 

You still fought like a cat and dog though- there was no way the two of you would ever let on that your scope of noticing each other had gone beyond annoyance and rivalry a while ago. 

//

“Fuck no. I’m not doing this fucking project with you. It’s worth half the fucking grade and you’re a numbskull when it comes to this subject.”

“Like I want to deal with you anymore than I have to, sweetheart. You’re pretentious enough in class as it is.” 

Fate really loved playing the cliche card with you- of course you got paired up with Wooyoung for one of your semester projects. 

No, it definitely wasn’t the teacher that saw you two glaring more at each other more than the whiteboard and decided to take matters into her own hands.

Of fucking course the teacher refused to allow switching of partners or individual grading- it had to be a team effort or you’d both fail the subject. As a team. Yippee-ki fucking yay.

So you two ended up in the library at 11 p.m, two nights before your first check point review, having procrastinated the fuck out of working together until the last possible minute.

Amidst cursing at each other and cups of ramen and iced americano, the two of you found yourself stuck with each other and attempting to build the basis of an acceptable report to present. 

Surprisingly enough, Wooyoung wasn’t entirely a lost cause when it came to the subject. He actually made sizable contributions to the report. He even got you some coffee on his break, despite the jibes and taunts you threw at him about going soft- you were the type to hold a grudge.

You were both wandering down the shelves in the library, looking for more references when Wooyoung decided to open his big mouth again.

“You do realize that shitty rumor you put out didn’t really mess with my prospects, right?” Wooyoung was so full of shit. “If anything, I’d be worried about you, sweetheart.”

There it was again. Sweetheart. Another of those taunting things that just riled you up in all the wrong(right) ways. It was like he knew everything you would go weak for and then shamelessly exploited them all.

“Unlike you, Wooyoung, I don’t need people to stroke my ego…or anything else. I can get myself going just fine.”

“If you did know how to stroke anybody’s anything, sweetheart, you wouldn’t have trouble getting some.”

Ohhh, so he wants to play some games!!! Okay then-

You reached out to flick at his ponytail, ever-so slightly enamoured by how well he pulled off the double-toned look.

“Like you know anything about how to please in bed, babe.” 

It was unfair how much that nickname falling from your lips affected Wooyoung. Some…not very appropriate thoughts had already taken root in his brain and you running your mouth was not helping at all. 

“Good enough for them to beg, sweetheart.” 

A soft crow of laughter escaped you as you turned to fully face him, the both of you standing between the Greek Architecture and Geography sections.

“You sure you weren’t the one doing the begging?” 

“Oh, really now?”

You really should’ve thought through what was leaving your mouth 

Because now you were wedged between the shelves and Wooyoung’s (unfairly) toned body, his arms caging you in with that signature shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned closer to you- 

The tension was almost atrocious now, suffocating you when it had only previously nudged at you. You could feel it settle under your skin, in your veins, fingers itching to reach out and pull him closer 

But you kept your hands braced against the shelves- you would not give him the satisfaction of making the first move yourself…right? 

Fuck, you really wanted to though- 

It had be the late hour leaving you with lesser inhibitions than normal or possibly the pent up horny in your system or maybe the questionable direction your conversation was headed in

There was no other plausible reason for your arch nemesis’ lips to look that inviting

It must’ve been the way your attention flitted from his eyes to his lips that gave you away, a momentary lapse of self-control before you looked away, off to some point behind his shoulders-

And he smirk only widens

“You know, nobody really visits this corner of the library.”

“Your point?”

Both your voices were whispers now, your bodies close enough to touch but not quite, Wooyoung’s face a few inches away from yours and holding your gaze 

(He had honey flecks in those dark eyes, 7 on one side and 4 on the other, like gold leaf in coffee)

“We could easily find out who begs for who…”

He still hadn’t touched you yet, his hands placed on the shelf on either side of you- you could move out from the space if you so wished-

Despite the tension between the both of you, it seemed like… like he was waiting for you to make the first move, voice your consent, act on it 

How considerate, you thought to yourself as you let your sight wander to either side, checking for people 

Surprising you found Jung Wooyoung’s one possible redeeming quality like this, mind hazy and barely restraining yourself from kissing the living daylights out of him- 

Oh well, fuck it

A soft sound left Wooyoung as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face to yours, lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss

How dare he be a good kisser too?

One hand reached up to cup your cheek and you instinctively tilted your head into the warmth of his palm as the kiss deepened

Unfair that he could take your breath away so effortlessly

There was nothing hesitant about the way Jung wooyoung kissed you back

Lips pressing more persistently against yours, teeth grazing your lower lip and pulling slightly before diving in again, hand now curled around the back of your neck

His other hand caressed your side and gripped your hips as he pressed you gently against the shelves, your arm slipping down to clutch at the front of his shirt as his body molded all too perfectly against yours

You could feel him everywhere

Everywhere 

From the way his lips had begun to land messy kisses against your jaw and neck, the hand on your hip tightening and slipping under your shirt to clutch at soft skin, hips flush against yours 

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from Wooyoung, your head spinning at the intoxicating feeling he brought with him 

The sensation of his mouth against your neck was almost euphoric, your head lolling back against the books and leaving you to pull your lower lip between your teeth, an almost futile feeling bid to keep silent, you’re still in public

Somehow your hands wound up in his hair, pulling the double-toned strands as his head dipped lower, a quiet groan from Wooyoung your only pointer that he liked it

So this is why he was so sure of himself, your mind temporarily blanking when Wooyoung’s teeth pulled against the sensitive skin, biting and sucking gently

A choked, uneven sound escaped your mouth when he pushed you harder against the shelves, hand reaching lower to squeeze your butt-

A smirk lit up his eyes as he straightened up to look at the line of red- blue blooming across your neck, then at you, cheeks warm and still biting your lip, looking resolutely away from his gaze

“Weren’t we supposed to be working on the project?” 

This little buzzkill.

//

You didn’t work on the project that night

You spent it in Wooyoung’s bedroom, getting railed within an inch of your life.

Not without the lack of the both of you being absolutely unable to keep your hands off each other on the way there 

Between the library and his dorm, you pulled or got pulled into shady alleys and corners for ‘another taste’ 

“Never again.” You warned him when he dropped you off at your dorm, you looking windswept from the wind of course and his hoodie up because of the cold not because his neck was more purple than tan-

Lies.

Your daytime dynamic remained the same 

But now with added benefits- 

He got to corner you after class, feel you up until you were gasping his name and then leave you hanging 

You got to make brazen moves under the table in the library whenever he got too snarky for his own good

He could ask nicely, you learnt. Broken groans and choked-up sounds would escape him when you ran your nails over his skin, soft and sharp and wanting and unyielding as you kissed your way down his body

Down his neck, over his chest, the hard planes of his stomach 

He would plead for more when you sucked him off, bucking his hips closer to you everytime you slowed down or stopped

Find him at the right time, though and he could just as easily return the favour

He would tease you relentlessly, hands ghosting everywhere dangerous and then pulling away just to watch you squirm and make grabby hands at him, a frown marring your kiss- swollen lips 

Leave conspicuous marks too high up on your neck for you to cover, dark enough for a day or two that even makeup left shadows

Spending a long, long time between your legs only to get up and start dressing, claiming to be late for class

Quickies were your religion at this point 

Janitors closets locked and hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans before a dance competition, empty bedrooms in frat parties with one of you getting pushed onto the bed

It was an infernal coupon from hell : Find one archrival, get a fuck buddy free of cost!

Of course, there were side effects

“Did you just walk out of that empty classroom with Jung Wooyoung? After class hours?” “We were studying for the midterms!!”

“Uh.. Wooyoung, who was that leaving the dorm building? at 1 in the morning?” “uh yEAH WE WERE DOING THE PROJECT YEAH.”

Yeah, a boyfriend sounds nice but an archenemy you can make out with in secret sounds ravishingly pleasing-

When the boy in question is a certain young man with double toned hair with a penchant for leather jackets and out-of-line snark, you couldn’t agree more.

Yes, this is a revamp and repost from my main account xD. Like I said, this was self indulgence to the peak 😩 I'm a tad whipped for snarky boy Jung Wooyoung 😀

Do lemme know what you think ^_^. xoxo, A💕

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