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quinloki · 1 month

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My brain is very alive rn thinking of mean Marco/nice Sabo

And I just

Fuck dude

That’s so hot

And that led me to the thought of brat tamer Marco and I just…. Also thought of brat Sabo/brat reader….

FUCK

He’d be so patient and so calm about it, and his flames can soothe anything too hard… but later of course, once the brattiness is gone

I’m literally blue screening rn thinking about this Quin

I always go down such a rabbit hole whenever you say something about him T-T

>.>

<.<

Ahem.

cw: gender of reader not mentioned, bondage, edging, voyeurism, biting, use of talons >.> , mdni, 18+

Marco ignores you at first, well, it's not a cruel kind of ignoring you. His gaze finds yours a few times, eyes shifting over your tied up and exposed body, shivering under the scrutiny. You swear you can feel that gaze lingering over your skin.

Most of his attention, however, is on Sabo. The younger blonde has defiance in his eyes and fire on his lips, and Marco begins wordlessly touching and caressing him. Teasing him until his feisty voice is quivering almost imperceptibly with pleasure.

It's a show for you as well, able to see everything of Sabo, trussed up and exposed as you are. You can see the flush of blood under his fair skin, the soft sheen of sweat as he struggles against Marco's touch. The fire in his lips turns snarky as he tries to maintain his brattiness.

Marco grabs his hair, pulling his head back and forcing his gaze to the ceiling. Sabo grumbles, but he doesn't have the leverage to contest the move.

"Only good boys get to cum, yoi." Marco warns. "Are you a good boy, Sabo?"

"Why would I want to be?" Sabo huffs. His cock is throbbing, you can see it, flushed deep red and dribbling with precum. Marco gets him a little closer and then stops. Sabo's body jerks, but he doesn't complain.

"I'm not going to break for a little edging, old ma-aaaahnnngh!" Marco's talons bite into the inside of Sabo's thigh. The sudden pain in the soft part of his thigh has the younger man gasping, and before he can complain Marco's hand is back around his hard shaft, bringing him to the edge again.

Sabo swears, bucking against the mount he's tied to.

You can feel pleasure curling in your own body, just from the show. Marco's eyes keep finding you and you realize he's killing two birds with one stone. When he stops just before Sabo could cum again you open your mouth, letting out a soft sigh of of need you can't hold back.

Marco doesn't let Sabo cool off, jerking his cock in quick, random motions, making him twitch and growl in frustration. Sabo tries to buck his hips, to push himself over with Marco's hand, but the older blond tightens his grip and Sabo swears louder.

"Are you going to be a good boy, yoi?"

"I'm - hngh - not going to... break for you tonight... da-damn pineapple." Sabo growls as Marco lets go of his hair.

He settles himself between Sabo's thighs, kissing the marks from his talons and soothing the wounds with his fire. Sabo's body twitches from the actions, but he's trying to steady his breathing and stand his ground.

Marco's lips move to Sabo's shaft, and he pauses for a second before you hear worried words fall from the younger man's lips.

"Marco, Marco those're your teeth, Marco." Sabo's voice is caught between trust, curiosity, and fear, and if you wonder if the two of them hadn't talked about things before hand.

"Well?" Marco prompts.

Sabo, to his credit, swallows hard, and then the bratty demeanor returns to his face. "Do your best, old timer." He taunts and you see flames flicker along Marco's shoulders.

You can see Sabo's body tense, his eyes fixed on Marco, and the clenched whimper that escapes him when all Marco does at first is lick along his twitching member. Sabo throws his head back, swearing, fighting the growing pleasure he just knows is going to be denied again.

Worried sounds escape his lips and you imagine Marco's dragging his teeth against the sensitive flesh. Sabo's entire body go rigid and he sucks in a breath, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. There's fire coming from Marco's face, his tongue turned to flames and soothing the bite he left on Sabo's dick.

The younger blonde breathes out, swearing, sweating and shivering as Marco soothes him and checks in on him. You can see Sabo nod, and you're glad he's okay - it was hot. Wild, and a little scary, but so hot.

"I think you've been a good boy." Marco says, brushing sweaty hair away from Sabo's face as he nods in agreement. "So here's your reward." He releases Sabo from the mount, helping him to his feet before motioning toward you.

"Cum all you want, our sweet little bird is at just the right height for you."

#quin answers #kazieai #marco the phoenix #x reader #reader insert #sabo the revolutionary #revolutionary sabo #mdni

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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How bout some locker room smut? 👀 I’m into the whole cheerleader thing rn so maybe reader could be one and they have a quickie before practice? lmao I’m also in a feral Eddie mood rn and have been reading almost every story on here 😂

Warnings: Smut (Semi-Public, P in V, Unprotected), She/Her Pronouns, Cursing, Eddie Being a Cute lil Shit

-Eddie always comes down into the locker room to sit with you while you get ready for practice. He's absolutely not supposed to be down there, but at this point, the other girls on the cheer team have gotten used to him.

-He just sits on the counter next to the sink while you touch up your makeup. Obviously he's not where anyone is changing or anything fjvnfkjn

-Mostly it's just like

-"Hey Eddie!"

-"Hey, Susan. How's your mom?"

-Well tonight there's a football game. Most of the time everyone goes home before the games and comes back, but your mom is having her coworkers over, so you figured you'd just stay at school for the extra hour with Eddie.

-You try and get him to work on homework for about twenty minutes but that's a pretty hopeless endeavor. His attention span is...well let's just say he's working on it.

-He reads from Hamlet while you do your Trig. He's not in AP Lit so he hasn't read that one.

-You're sitting on the locker room floor with your books laid out around you. Eddie's laying flat on his back across the bench in the center of the room, his long legs hanging off the sides as he holds the book up to read.

-The locker room is silent. Like it's dead empty. Everyone has gone home until the game.

-"Eddie...I've got to start reading Act II. Why don't you start the Crucible?" You offer him last semester's book from your bag, but he frowns.

-"Oh, come on. I was just getting to the good part. Can't you do your science first?"

-You sigh, crawling over to the bench to rest your head on his tummy. One hand comes down from the paperback to stroke your ponytail. You give him big, pretty, fluttery eyes, knowing he's not going to make this easy on you.

-"I've already done my physics, Eds."

-He hums playfully, as if in deep thought over this. "I guess the Princess is going to have to wait then, huh?"

-Your jaw drops, "It's my book!"

-"Finders Keepers, babe. It's the law."

-You reach for the book, but his arms are long, and he quickly pulls it from your reach. You stand up, trying harder to snatch it away, but he's still too quick.

-You groan, "Eddieee."

-"What was that? I'm sorry. Hamlet just killed Polonius. I got distracted."

-You roll your eyes and huff, making Eddie giggle, and turn away from him towards the mirror. Your eyes trace the reflection of him, laid back on the bench. He looks good. His curls are sprawled across the seat. You can even see a few inches of his soft tummy where his shirt has ridden up.

-An idea hatches in your brain.

-Slowly, you turn back to him, wandering over. He's already lost himself in the book, again. He barely notices he still has your attention.

- You straddle the bench, settling on his hips. He sits still, trying not to let on that his cock is stiffening beneath you, even though you can definitely feel it.

- You rest your hands on his lower tummy, dragging them slowly up his abdomen to his ribs.

-He smiles knowingly, "You using your womanly wiles on me?"

-You ignore him, planting your hands there on his chest, and roll your hips against him. He takes in a sharp breath. The white cotton undies you're wearing beneath your cheer skirt do very little to prevent a patch of your moisture from wetting the black denim of Eddie's pants.

-He gives a soft moan, barely audible, but still, it slips. You grin as his hand slides up your thigh and squeezes it.

-He groans deep in his chest when you slide his zipper down and pop open the button. You give a soft chuckle.

-"What's wrong baby?"

-"Nothing." His eyes flutter blissfully. " 's just a really good book."

-You smile, "Yeah?" Your fingers creep to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down with one hand as you push his Hellfire shirt further up with the other. "Tell me about it, Eds."

-"What?" He curses under his breath, brow furrowing as you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him.

-"If I can't read it for class, you'll just have to tell me what happens." You hold his gaze, letting a long string of saliva fall from your pretty pink lips down onto his cock.

- "Jesus fucking Christ..."

-He looks so blissed out that your heart stutters, and you reach down to pump his slick, warm length in your hand.

-Your other hand sneaks between your legs, moving the fabric of your panties to the side and rubbing circles over your clit. Your head falls back, "C'mon Eddie baby..."

-"Claudius..." His pupils are blown, focused on your glistening fingers. "Hamlet's mom..."

-You moan weakly, letting a finger slip inside of you. "What about them, Eds?"

-He whines, giving a soft sob. "Just let me have a taste of you. Please."

-You give another whimper, bucking on your fingers. "Fuck...tell me about Claudius."

-He fought for words, painfully hard against his stomach. "She's...she's married to him. Hamlet's mom is married to Claudius. And he's an asshole."

-You laugh softly, leaning over his chest to slip your fingers between his pretty lips as a reward. He sucks them, letting his tongue roll against them, needily.

-"There's my pretty boy." You grin, and he chases your lips, desperately. You grant him a kiss, positioning him at your entrance to tease him.

-Your eyes roll back as you sink down onto him, stretching yourself open on his cock inch by inch. He bucks his hips with a whimper, willing himself not to cum inside you right then and there.

-"God, Eds. Your cock is so pretty. It fills me up so good."

-Eddie gives a shaky breath, grinding up into you, You squeak, bouncing against his hips.

-"Jesus, you've got such a dirty, pretty, perfect little mouth, sweetheart."

-He slaps your ass, your wetness sticky against his stomach.

-"Fuck me, Eds. Please I'm...Holy shit."

-"You like this, don't you baby? You like knowing anyone could walk in and see you getting fucked? See you bouncing on my cock?"

-"I'm gonna cum." You whimper. "I'm cumming, Eddie, I'm-"

-Moments later you're gasping, clenching around him as your stomach pulses and throbs with pleasure.

-The muscles in your back go weak, and you fall against his chest. He holds you tightly against him with both arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he spills deep inside of you.

-His head falls back against the bench again, the baby curls around his forehead sticking to his skin.

-His chest heaves as he fights for breath, his hand coming up to rub your lower back.

-"Ok...I'll start the Crucible."

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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Hii helloo :) could i request a fluffy/possibly smutty Eddie x fem reader fic? Maybe the plot could have them as old friends (who def crushed on each other but never said anything) who don’t talk anymore end up at a party together. Reader character is sitting outside by themselves, when Eddie stumbles upon them , and the two decide to ditch the party to catch up ;)

Traits for reader character could be: remembered as the withdrawn weird girl of Hawkins high, talkative when comfortable, introspective, awkward but funny sometimes, little temperamental but also very soft and caring

Hope you like the idea I’m fully obsessed w this man rn

this is more like, just smut lol

When you showed up to this party a girl in your sociology lecture told you about, you didn’t expect to end up with Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s middle and ring finger fucking you in the passenger seat of his van outside the house. You never even pegged a party like this to be his scene. At least, not the Eddie you remembered, the loud introvert (kind of an oxymoron, but it was your Eddie) who never wanted to fit in, or even be seen near the masses. But that was also eleven years ago.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop,” you pant, leaning over the center console to press an open mouthed kiss onto his shoulder. The rough denim of his vest rubs against your soft lips.

“Please, you think I could stop?” he asks, speeding up the pace of his hands until it pulls a whimper out of you.

“At this rate, you’ll have to fend me off with a stick, sweetheart. I could get addicted to how you feel.”

He sounds just as breathless as you, looking down at you with brows knitted in concentration, slack jawed and focused on you.

You reach over, palming his hard and straining cock through his jeans, and he hisses at the contact.

His megadeath cassette is left forgotten, the sound of your moans, the sounds of rustling fabric, the sounds of his fingers diving into you drown out whatever song it could be. He hooks his fingers, and you scream, trying to muffle the sound against his vest.

“Thats it, give it to me,” he praises, “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You feel your chest tighten, swelling with pride as you pull his cock out of his jeans, pumping him in rhythm with his hand on you.

“So are you,” comes out with a breathy laugh, and he kisses the side of your head before flinching against you.

“I’m uh, not gonna last long. You’ve got me worked up, sweetheart,” he sounds embarrassed.

“Then don’t,” you reassure him, “I’m not going to last much longer either.”

It’s true, you can feel the tension building, fuck your skin feels like it’s on fire, that coil about to snap deep inside.

Both of you speed up your movement, the hot friction building like a pot about to boil over. You’re leaned into each other and pressing open mouthed kisses anywhere when you can.

“Fuck— right there, it’s—“

You don’t get to give him any more warning than that before you’re coming undone on his hand shaking and chanting his name like a plea. He only lets up when your shaking subsides, his free hand coming up around your shoulders to hold you against him.

He finishes not long after with a shudder as well, with a long drawn out moan and the quietest little “thank you” before he tucks himself back into his jeans.

“Is this how you thought the night would go?” he asks, and you can hear the insecurity seeping through his tone.

“Hmmm, no,” you start, “But honestly this is the best way it could have. I wasn’t kidding when I said I had a crush on you in eighth grade.”

You hadn’t admitted that to him before tonight, but it was true. Through most of school, actually.

“And now?” he asks, his more typical bravado returning.

“I think it could come back,” you play coy, “If you took me out proper.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he laughs, and pulls you in for another kiss.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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groupie anon back at it again!! also this nickname has me BLUSHING grhsfbksj also reading your replies is always so fun because I get to see my original message too (I have a terrible memory and so it's always a surprise for me too)

my rant is significantly shorter this time, though I do have to address one thing: calling yungi the 'twin towers' was FOUULL. it had me wheezing, that shit was hilarious and I will be using that from now on.

I write for different anime fandoms! (I feel like I gave my account away hahaha oh well, oopsie). see, I prefer writing fluff because it makes me blush and act even more delulu than I already am, but smut is your forte. you write it so well it makes me curl up into a ball and wonder what good I did in my life to deserve such immaculate pieces of literature.

also I spent almost all day at work today thinking about what I could write about for my first kpop fanfic and I've circled back to this one idea like 5 times.... sannie sick fic. SANNIE SICK FIC!!!!! no seriously imagine him all snotty and flushed, BEGGING to be cuddled but you can't because he's contagious, so you make him soup and tuck him in and he's so cute and soft and his hair is definitely greasy because he's been in bed for almost a week straight (but you give him a scalp massage because he's sannie and nothing can keep you away from him) but not even a yucky virus can stop his talkativeness and he keeps rambling until you shove a spoonful of soup into his mouth to shut him up and he's so FLIRTY like sir are you sick or are you drunk?? he's so in love and reader is just as in love with him back.

phew.

okay so sannie came up and suddenly I'm a liar for saying my rant would be shorter this time (isn't this the longest message I've sent so far??). I think you can tell why I enjoyed that san fic so much ahdbsjfbs he's got me in the tightest chokehold, there's nothing I wouldn't let him do. absolutely nothing, anything that was once off the table is very much on the table if he wishes it to be. the man can reach inside my body, pull out one of my kidneys, sell it, then fuck me into the mattress, and I would still get on my knees and beg to suck his dick afterwards. seonghwa, too, can treat me like I'm nothing but a couple holes to play with. I genuinely need to censor myself right now because if I say any more, the psych ward people might come for me.

also drummer jongho is so... yes. despite not reading any jongho fics, I will be found dead before I ever deny that that man does not give off the most attractive energy ever, but he's also a cute little teddy bear. personally, I love fics where he's my little brother hafjdbf, they're literally always the best ones ahaha.

uni started again for the year and I thought I'd be more busy with that and work, but I will personally make time to write that sannie fic because it's life or death at this point tbh. happiness doesn't come from grades, it comes from booseoksoon and sannie sick fics. also it would be nice to actually chat normally rather than through asks hahhaha.

until next time!! (I will read the valentine day hwa fic tonight, so you will probably get another message from me soon - I read the tags, I need a couple hours to mentally prepare for it)

P.S., my laptop crashed three times while I was writing this, but the universe will never stop me from sharing my love.

hey!! blushing pleaseee stop being so wholesome rn i can’t take it 😭😭 i love it too it’s like we’re public pen pals ;;;; pffff no same i have the memory of a fruit fly i prob won’t even remember what i typed out after i finish this sentence jshdgd

it was so foul fnrrrr but also so true!! i actually saw someone else on here use that term so kudos to them for coining that shit’s funny af and i’m glad you could get a good laugh out of it!

anime fandoms hmmmmm i’m gonna do a little investigating 👀🔍 ughhh i love fluff that shit makes me blush harder than hardcore smut i swear ??? pleasee you’re gassing me up sm it’s making me feel like debby ryan in that one movie 😭

little cut here

SICK SANNIE FIC ???? my third eye is open and my chakras are aligned like - you’re a genius dude!!! NOT FEEDING HIM SOUP AND GIVING HIM A SCALP MASSAGE AND HES ALL FLUSHED AND HES STILL FLIRTINGGGG EVEN THOSE HES DYING THATS SO FUCKING SWEET IM GETTING A CAVITY RN,, sorry for yelling but damn son

BROOOO I CANT - the thirstiness for san is so fucking relatable it hurts like i swear i’ve never been down this bad for anyone before but i would actually sell my soul to lucifer himself rn just to be a hole for that man but honestly anyone and everyone in ateez could get 25/8 and it’s cool the psych ward is knocking at my door as we speak 💅🏼

jongho was actually my very first bias!! his stage presence and voice during the their first mama performance (which was the first ateez thing i ever saw) blew me away and THEN i find out he’s the sweetest, softest, most respectful man to ever exist ??? and his gummy smile broooo holy shit

i hope uni and work goes well! exactly you should do the things you love 💕 feel free to send me a message! i don’t bite <3 i hope you enjoy it! i don’t blame you every time i see a tag for sub hwa my brain feels a little fuzzy ngl. i’m sorry it crashed ;; i appreciate you sharing it with me 💜

nooo i’m sorry it crashed! my phone closes tumblr all the time when i’m in the middle of typing and it takes years off my life 😔 god you’re so sweet 😭

#ask #for groupie anon 🎸

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1800-fight-me · 2 years

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Halloween in Hell’s Kitchen

A Saved by the Devil ficlet

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader (No Y/N)

Friends to eventual lovers (Reader is Foggy’s childhood best friend!)

Rating: T

Warnings: fluff with an angsty ending, blind jokes, alcohol

Word count: about 1.7k

Author’s note: This is set after college but before Saved by the Devil occurs! Also I know its not even close to Halloween rn but isn’t it always Halloween in our hearts?? lol

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! Also! my taglist is always open- leave me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be added!

You were supposed to meet Foggy, Matt, and Karen at the bar at seven o’clock.

But as you looked in the mirror and bit your lip you weren’t so sure anymore. Like your thoughts had summoned him, your phone rang.

“Hey Foggy I’m not so sure about this…”

“Oh come on! It’ll be hilarious, my best idea yet!”

You tapped your foot, continuing to stare in the mirror. “Are you sure it’s not too mean?”

“Too mean? C’mon! It’s right on the edge I’ll give you that but it’s definitely not too mean,” he said passionately.

You knew when he started like that he wouldn’t stop until you caved and gave him what he wanted. You remained silent and he jumped right back into it.

“It will be so funny. I promise he’ll think it’s funny. You’re already dressed aren’t you?”

“Yes but..”

“No buts! You just get your butt to the bar! It’ll be fine! I promise! Gotta go, see you soon!”

He hung up and you rolled your eyes.

With a sigh and one last glance in the mirror you grabbed the cane you’d left by the door and headed out to the bar.

As soon as you saw them you snorted and couldn’t stop the peals of laughter.

Three “blind Matt Murdocks” as Foggy had phrased it, stood in front of you and now there were four with your arrival.

You were all dressed similarly in dark suits, dark ties, red glasses, and a cane in hand.

They all turned to look at you and the giggles all started anew.

“Happy Halloween, can you guess who I am?” you said with glee as Karen snorted and Foggy looked victorious.

Matt’s smile couldn’t stretch any further as he reached for your hand and pulled you into his chest for a hug.

“They got to you too, huh?” voice soft and deep in your ear.

“Sorry, you know I'm a sucker for Foggy’s terrible ideas,” you said with a grin, looking up at him.

He pursed his lips in fake annoyance as you giggled.

“Don’t blame this on me!” Foggy interjected and Matt finally released you from his lingering embrace.

You rolled your eyes at Foggy, “This was completely your idea. Matt, he made me do it.”

This caused Matt to chuckle as Foggy immediately went on the defense and honestly even though you were right you didn’t know if you could win the argument against your attorney friend.

“Alright alright,” you said, cutting him off, “it might’ve been your idea but I went along with it.”

“Playing a joke on a blind man by dressing up as him for halloween, the nerve of all of you,” Matt said with fake outrage and a hand over his heart.

This led everyone into another fit of giggles.

The night continued with drinks, laughs, too much candy, lots of questionable blind jokes, and plenty of games of pool until the hour was far too early to be awake.

Eventually Foggy called it a night and as everyone walked out of the bar, hugs and goodbyes were exchanged. Foggy and Karen decided to split a cab as they were heading in the same direction and Matt offered to walk you home.

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?” you asked teasingly, elbowing him with the arm he currently had wrapped in his own.

You loved that Matt always held onto you for guidance rather than using his cane whenever he could. You had a feeling that he sought out physical contact with you even when he didn’t need it. But, maybe that was just wishful thinking.

“I can handle myself. I’m a big boy,” he said smoothly and you ignored the way his words made your heart flutter.

You rolled your eyes, “Oh I know. You held up very well tonight with all of the teasing.”

He laughed and you couldn’t help but grin in response to the beautiful sound.

“Well, I’m sure you make a very cute Matt Murdock,” he said and you giggled.

“Cute? Foggy said I’m a hotter you than you are,” you said and he cracked up laughing with you.

You reached the doorsteps to your apartment building and stopped, turning to face him.

“Can I?” he asked, hands nearing your face.

Your breath caught, “Mmhm,” you managed to get out.

His fingers skimmed your cheeks then up to the red rimmed glasses you still wore that were a copy of his.

The corner of his lip lifted in response.

His hands then drifted back down your face, softly grazing your neck, then landing on the collar of your button up shirt.

You swallowed, trying to keep your breathing steady, as if there weren’t trails of fire along your skin where his gentle fingers touched.

He felt the collar of your shirt, then the tie around your neck, and finally the lapels of your jacket. You realized then that you had left the cane at the bar, not used to carrying it around like Matt was.

“You did a really good job with tying your tie,” he said, the smirk on his mouth still captivating your attention.

“Thanks, youtube helped,” you rasped out and he chuckled.

His hands drifted back up to your neck. What was it about your neck that seemed to grasp his attention and desire?

Was it the vulnerability? Oh, you wanted to be vulnerable with him but being in love with your friend was a dangerous game.

How far could you push it before you lost him?

Before you ruined the delicate ecosystem your friend group lived in? The one where no one talked about the feelings between you and Matt because too much time had passed and it was never going to happen, and it would make it weird for Foggy.

And god, you had tried to move on, for so long you attempted to move on but here he was pulling you back in so easily.

And what if your worst nightmare occurred, what if you went for it with Matt and lost him and his friendship in the process? These years with his presence, even if it was only his friendship, made you sure in your bones you couldn’t live a life without Matt.

Hands still delicately grazing the sensitive skin on your neck he leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “The jury is out, I might not be able to see, but I can feel that Foggy was right, you’re the most attractive Matt Murdock here tonight.” His voice was deep and soft and your knees nearly buckled.

You pulled back enough to look up at his eyes, this was it, you were certain. The years spent pining and dancing around one another were going to be over. He confessed his attraction to you just now, didn't he?

Oh no, what if that was all he felt? You were in love with him, for god’s sake, there was no possible way you could survive a friends with benefits situation with a man you already felt so deeply for. Your heartbeat spiked.

His head cocked and his hand moved up to your cheek, “Sweetheart, are you okay? Do you not want this?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to confess maybe, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say when the blaring noise of Matt’s phone repeating Foggy’s name interrupted you.

His hand dropped from your face and reached into his pocket to grab his phone. He took a step back as he answered the call and you sighed.

Did you sigh in relief or disappointment? You knew Matt heard you and if you didn’t know the reason for your reaction there was no way he would.

You know what you want. It’s the same as what you’ve always wanted, him.

You wanted to throw caution to the wind and jump in his arms. Matthew, Matt, Matty. Your heart beat in time with the syllables of his name.

But your brain wouldn’t quiet and you were worried and stressed about the outcome, the reasoning, the what if’s.

You missed the whole conversation Matt had with Foggy and only looked up from your feet when said your name.

“I should go. Goodnight,” he said softly. Was it wishful thinking on your part that you thought you heard something in his voice? Something that sounded like desperation, like desire for you to disagree with him.

Dear god, you wanted to, you wanted to beg him to stay, to come upstairs, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe.

But you were scared, what if he didn’t feel the same for you? You had no disillusions about Matt, you knew his history with women. If something physical was all he wanted from you it would break you.

And what about Foggy? If things didn’t work out between you and Matt then Foggy would be stuck in the middle, miserable without his best friends speaking to one another. And dear god, you couldn’t lose Matt, his friendship and Foggy’s were your lifelines.

So no, you couldn’t risk it.

“Goodnight, Matt. Get home safe,” you said, voice as soft and desperate as his.

He let out a soft sigh and nodded before turning and leaving and the sight of him walking away hurt your chest. It was like you could feel your heart cracking.

It didn’t matter that you cried yourself to sleep that night and never told any of your friends about it. You still considered it one of the best nights of your life, bittersweet was the least you could expect being catastrophically in love with Matt Murdock.

And when Karen gave you a framed photo of the four of you from that night you placed it on your nightstand and the same bittersweet smile formed on your mouth every time you saw it.

You and Matt never talked about the ending of that night and continued on your friendship as if nothing ever happened. Just like the last time he had almost kissed you.

And it hurt, sure, but just like last time you did your best to move past it and not let the what if’s haunt you.

Because what is love and joy, without a little heartbreak?

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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K. Bokuto || Say My Name A Thot’s Thoughts 💦

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

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↠ Requested By: This damned thirst dream that won’t leave me be until I write it out ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((*whacks minors on the nose with a rolled up newspaper* No! Not for you!!)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip. ↠ CWs/TWs: Any applicable warnings can be found in the tag list under the cut. ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 2.3k~

“I know you know it, sweetheart—so say it. Say my fucking name, right the fuck now.”

He’ll get what he wants—even if he has to fuck it out of you…

I want this man to snap my spine like a gd glow stick. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

((p*rn with v. little plot ahead, in case you somehow couldn’t figure that out lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns (tho I don’t think Reader’s pronouns actually come up in this? dk how I managed that *shrugs*) | Reader has ambiguous anatomy | Penetrative sex (missionary that turns into a mating press, Reader receiving) | Rough-ish sex (some grabbing of the face, and like he’s really laying into you, but it doesn’t get too heavy) | ((so maybe it’s more ‘hard’ than ‘rough’?? idk, I’ll let you lot decide)) | ((also, Bo’s a lil bit feral in this one, ngl)) | Some dom/sub undertones | ((my subby ass is predictable as hell, so are you even surprised at this point?? lmao)) | A smattering of ✨ ~Size kink~ ✨️ | ((Bo’s a big, big boy with a big, BIG dick, but I digress)) | Use of petnames (pretty baby, sweetheart, that kinda beat) | Also Bo’s got a bit of voice kink—who saw that one coming?? | ((me, I did, because I just made it a thing lol)) | Unprotected Sex because is fic, and is hot in fic. Don’t the thing irl unless you take proper precautions and discuss it with your partner well beforehand, mmkay? Mmkay… | Also what probably amounts to an unrealistic amount of cum, but look—I’ve got my kinks, okay? Lmao | Also, also—potentially OOC Bokuto if you canon him to be soft ‘n’ sweet in bed. He can be, and is a good portion of the time, but like… sometimes he just wants to bully you a bit while he fucks you into the mattress, yanno? | Also, also, also—unintentional cockwarming | Sappy ending because OP is a giant bb that just wants to be loved

“Bo-Bokuto, gods, please,” you damn near sob, the pleasure coursing through the whole of your body setting your hands to feebly grasping at the sheets, your face, and anything else you can reach in an attempt to ground yourself.

For his part the man above you is distinctly unamused, though for the life of you, you cannot figure out why that is–

“That’s not my name, baby. Not when I’m taking you like this.”

Oh. That.

In all honesty, you don’t think anyone can blame you for the slip up—after all, the pair of you were little more than acquaintances just a week ago. Sure, you’d been keeping up a line of friendly banter on those not-so-rare occasions when he decided to grace your little deli with his presence, and yeah you could reliably call him a regular at this point, but still you’d hardly been expecting him to ask you out when he bounded through the door last Friday. What’s more you didn’t think that your very first date would go so well that he would be taking you on another just a few days later, and finally a third one two days after that. To say that the pair of you are speed running your relationship is an understatement, and yet somehow things don’t feel rushed in the slightest.

This is more than likely due to what you’ve now dubbed the ‘Bokuto Effect’.

Said effect seems to lend an air of stability to actions that would otherwise leave you recoiling. And how can it not when he’s just so… him. Kind and sweet, caring and compassionate… You may not have known him for long, but you’re thoroughly convinced that there’s not a malicious bone in this man’s body. This is why you allowed him to follow you up to your apartment tonight, despite it having been technically less than a week of your being together—gods, are you even together? You have no idea as you’ve yet to actually talk about anything even remotely close to that, much less bothered about putting a label on it. There’s no time to consider something that ultimately feels tangential when you’re in the middle of falling at a breakneck speed.

(You can only hope that he feels the same, this quickening that has you casting aside a lifetime’s worth sensibility and letting him in like this. It’s hard to tell when he’s always smiling, always laughing, always keeping it light and bubbly and wonderful…)

In the now Bokuto—no, Koutaro—parts his lips around a particularly vicious looking grin. “I know you know it, sweetheart—so say it. Say my fucking name, right the fuck now.”

You try, you swear you do, but when he’s drilling so deeply into you, his thick head scraping against that one spot with every drag of his thick cock… words become understandably difficult. You slur out something with roughly the same composition as the appellation (you think) but valiant though they are, your efforts are not enough to appease him. The sound of his laugh paired with the glint in his eyes has you shivering underneath him. Who knew he could wear ‘cocky bastard’ so well?

“Aww, listen to you,” he coos, condescension dripping from every syllable. “Cock drunk already, baby? Can’t say my name because you can’t remember it, huh? Well lemme help you out.”

Suddenly the legs that had been tossed over his broad (so, so damn broad—fuck) shoulders are being pushed up against your chest with the whole of his impressive weight following closely behind. Your resulting scream is loud enough that you’re sure to get a noise complain or several, and maybe even a visit from the cops if your neighbors confuse your bliss for a legitimate cry for help. But those are all distant worries, things that cannot find a permanent home in a mind that is far too clouded with lust and a resounding chant of more-more-MORE.

You claw at his back as he bottoms out over and over again, marking territory that you’re not entirely sure is yours to claim; the sounds that are pouring out of you all the while would be mortifying, you’re sure, if you weren’t so lost in the sex fog. For his part, the man above you is just as vocal, with a series of hisses, groans, and chuckles falling past his lips as he works at dismantling you, piece by needy piece. It seems to take him a few moments to remember his original goal—or maybe it’s more so a case of an artist admiring his work—but once he does…

“Kou- “-tar- “-o.”

He fucks the syllables into you, growling them directly in your face each time his hips come to press flush against the plush of your ass and thighs. He repeats it again and then a third time before he palms the bottom half of your face. That he can cover such an impressive area with just one hand should probably unnerve you, but as it stands the size disparity only makes you hotter. You moan into his grasp only to have the sound scale up into a squeak when he smooshes your cheeks inwards with a flex of his fingers. The movement sees your lips jutting and puckering in what you’re sure has to be an extremely unflattering matter, but if he minds the view he doesn’t show it.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he starts, voice surprisingly even (or maybe not, given his job’s stamina requirements), “I know you’re feelin’ good, but that doesn’t excuse your bad behavior. Now say it with me—Kou-tar-o.”

“Kou- Kou—ahh~! Fuck, so good–”

He tuts at that, his grip going that tiny bit tighter. “Focus, baby. Kou-”

“Kou-” you repeat, the breathy quality of your voice reducing the sound to little more than a pant.

“-tar-”

“-o.”

“-oo-ooo shit!”

When you feel the first brush of his fingers against your sex the only thing that keeps you from vaulting straight off of the bed is the sheer size of him. You’d been so focused on getting things right (on giving him what he wants) that you hadn’t noticed his free hand moving to what little space there is to be found between you. Years of honing his craft has left the thing roughened with thick callouses; they had felt a bit odd against your own smoother palm when he’d held your hand earlier in the day, but feeling them now… The scrape is addicting, adding an extra delicious layer to the pleasure of him working over your core with a precision that shouldn’t be possible as this is the first time you’ve been together like this–

Just yet another result of the Bokuto Effect, you suppose.

Koutaro kisses you deeply then, greedily filling up his lungs with your moans even as he empties out your own. When he breaks away with a growled pant some long seconds later he’s all wide, wild eyes and pouring praise.

“That’s good, baby—fuck, it sounds so good when you say it like that. K-keep doin’ that f’me, yeah? Keep screaming my name and I promise I’ll make you feel so, so good– Gods, you’re so good…”

And he’s as good as his word.

Every utterance of his name sees him taking you harder, impossibly deeper, and faster. It’s a loop of pleasure that is all too easy to fall into; your whimpering cries giving him what he wants as his rolling hips work hard to give you what you need. Sweat darkens the lighter strands of his hair at the base turning the pale silver into something more akin to slate, with the salty liquid occasionally breaking past his hairline to slide down the chiseled contours of his face. Knowing that he—a professional athlete who is in near godly shape—is fucking you hard enough to actually break a sweat is a heady thing, one that draws you yet closer to your end.

With your orgasm so close at hand your brain’s higher functions all but cease. All there is in this moment is you and him and the one word that is left to you: Koutaro.

“Sound so pretty,” he tells you before pressing a quick kiss to your mumbling lips. “Gods, babe, I’m close—so damn close, I– ah-ah-ah shit!” A particularly decadent roll of his hips nearly sees you both shaking apart right then and there, but he pulls back some—just a bit, just enough to draw things out a little longer.

“‘M close,” you tell him a short while later, your declaration sounding more like a lament than anything. You don’t want this to end, but at the same time you need it to if only for your poor battered hole’s sake. “Fuck, Kou, please…”

He softens a bit at that, those molten pools of gold syruping with something tender as he takes in your fucked out expression. “I got you, baby, I promise—you cum when you need to, ‘kay? Do it and I’ll be right there with you…”

This touch of gentleness is well at odds with the way he continues to take your body through its paces, and that dichotomy is the very thing that finally drives you over the edge. You manage to eke out his name one final time, and the choked cry is enough to see him falling into bliss with you. His hips stutter compulsively as rope after hot, thick rope of cum shoots into you. You can feel it squelching out of you every time he pulls back, the liquid gliding warm and viscous over your skin to drip down and pool underneath you in a small puddle that’s only going to get bigger when he pulls out—if he pulls out. It certainly doesn’t seems as if he plans to anytime soon, not with the way he’s kissing you all over your face and neck, the ministrations cut through with praise and little love-drunk giggles.

Once he’s come back to himself, Koutaro flips you both over so that you’re resting against his chest—single-handedly, a thing that’s way hotter than such a simple action should be—with his softened cock still tucked snugly inside of you. You can tell the exact moment his skin makes contact with the cooling wet spot because he yelps before jerking you both over to the left. You’re just as love-drunk as he is apparently because you cannot stop giggling all the while, giddy at the return of the silly antics that had drawn you to him in the first place (not that you mind seeing this other, darker, more mature version of him at all).

He tilts your head up towards him for a short, sweet kiss before asking, “What ya laughing at, pretty?”

“You.”

“Wow, rude.”

“Whatever, you like it,” you tease as you prop yourself up against his chest.

“I mean… yeah,” he concedes with a laugh, “but only because it’s you.”

There’s a tenderness to his gaze that turns the simple phrase into an admission and you find yourself ducking your head in an attempt to conceal just how flustered it’s left you. Suddenly the scar underneath his right pec is the most interesting thing in the world, and you find yourself lightly tracing over it as you mutter out a quiet, “Oh really?”

“Mmhmm.” As the onomatopoeic sound vibrates through his chest and up into you it somehow manages to carry far more truth than something more elegant could ever hope to—because it’s real, because it’s him.

“I like you a whole helluva lot, ____,” he continues on, “and if I’m being completely honest I’m really hoping that I didn’t screw things up.”

That’s enough to get you to look up again, and Koutaro takes in your confused look with a sheepish expression of his own. “Yanno, with all of this.” He gestures vaguely over the length of your still naked bodies. “I, um… I have a tendency to go full tilt when it’s something I want, but that’s not always the move when it comes to relationships—or am I presuming too much in calling what we’ve got a ‘relationship’? I don’t think I am, not with the way you’re smiling, but…”

You swat at his chest and earn another heart stopping kiss for your troubles. The man—your man?—underneath you gives you his signature megawatt grin, though it fades into something softer and more intimate as he regards you.

“I think you’ve already given me your answer, but just to make sure—can I call you mine?”

You trail your fingers over the expanse of his well-defined jawline before cradling his cheek in your palm as you tell him, “Only if I can call you mine, too.”

He huffs out a laugh as he nods a bit before nuzzling into your hand. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Good.”

“Great,” he amends.

“Fantastic, even.”

“Stupendous.”

“Amazing.”

“Wonderful…”

The pair of you carry on like that for a good while, exhausting your vocabularies and arguing over synonyms in between laughter and sweet kisses until rumbling stomachs demand their due.

|| Bonus

Imagine sitting in Bo’s lap while he feeds you your snack of choice. You’re both still nude because why the fuck not, tho he has opted to get you a nice, soft blanket to burrito in. So anyways, he feeding you while you guys are watching something on the television, and he finds said something v. interesting—so interesting, in fact, that the next morsel he feeds you gets shoved damn near into the back of your throat.

Cue him laughing out an apology for gagging you—“I didn’t do it on purpose, baby, I swear!”—and kissing away the compulsory tears that are streaming down your cheeks from nearly having your life ended by a set of ridiculously long fingers and a fucking Dorito or whatever the fuck he was feeding you lmfao…

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

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lcandothisallday · 2 years

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You want cozy sex, you’re getting cozy sex.

Lazily undressing each other, while soft, lazy, sloppy kisses are being exchanged. Dreading taking the thick cozy fabric of your sweatsuits off but you can’t wait to get to each other’s skin.

😩😩😩 lazy 69’ing with Jack, fuckin EH. The exchange of moans as you grind on his face, moaning with your mouth wrapped around that pretty cock which only makes him grip your ass harder as your slick glistens down his chin. He revels in the way your back arches as he slips his two middle fingers inside. You make each other cum and reposition to get into his beloved missionary position 😍 the conjoined sigh you both let out as he pushes slowly into your core, he holds your hands, pinning them above your head, fingers interlaced, kissing you between soft moans and breathless proclamations of “You are sooo fuuuucking beautiful mamas” the hip rolls and deep, passionate, slow strokes edge you both on for hours until you end up cumming and writhing together, hands all over each other, kisses and strings of hurried “Iloveyou”s as your orgasms rock through your bodies. Ugh don’t even fucking get me started on making out as you come down from your highs, catching your breath and ready for a nap when Jack tried to pull out, you lock your legs around him, whimpering “Noooo. Pleaaaase don’t pull out.” He smirks “You really wanna sleep like this?” You nod “Pleaaaase” he chuckles kissing your face “Mkay, mamas. I can’t say no to you” 🥵🥵🥵 I’m. Sweating.

NONNIE YOU HAVE ME R E D LIKE JASDKLSD I CANT EXPRESS IN WORDS HOW THIS MADE ME FEEL😭 I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. also lowkey im such a sucker for slow intimate sex. rough sex is very hot but like shit like this can have me ready to PASS THE FUCK OUT😩😩😩 ALSO THE 69 THING HAD ME SCREAMING LIKE JSDFHJKSDF IT FITS SO WELL WITH THE LAZINESS OF IT. absolute perfection nonnie <3

im so h word for jack rn. tonight has def been a more spicy day within the jack blogs lmaooo but im so here for it😌

#18+!!!!!!#18+

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dracossweetprincess · 3 years

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yey! can I request draco x reader where they have lots of pimples bcs they're having a breakout and they've been insecure thinking that draco would leave them for someone prettier and he's just like— baby nooo i love you too much to even think abt leaving you bcs of your breakout and reassures the hell out of her aaaa thank you soo much!

ooh also can I be your 🦭 anon?

imperfectly perfect | d.m

dracoxfem.reader

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request: yes/no

preview: reader is insecure about her acne

warnings: mentions of acne, insecurities, self-doubt, soft draco (as a person who has acne this made me feel better, and yes you can be my 🦭anon)

your and draco’s relationship was something very recent, sweet and innocent. not because you both were innocent but because you were still very infatuated with each other, after all you’d only been dating for two months. you always wore makeup around draco, knowing you had acne you were afraid draco would find it ugly and leave you for someone better, someone prettier.

but that became a problem when you started to sleep at draco’s dorm and had to take your makeup off to go to bed, it was always a tough regime to make sure he didn’t see you without makeup. tonight was supposed to be no different, you’d wait until draco turned the lights off to walk out of the bathroom and cuddle up next to him.

you’d both planned to have a movie night at his dorm, but as draco waited for you to come out of the bathroom you started to panic. draco would obviously be able to see you without makeup, and notice your acne. you decided you couldn’t keep him waiting anymore and walked out of the room, turning your face away from him while he was left confused.

you lied down on the bed, back against him and draco frowned. “don’t you wanna sit on m’lap baby?” he asked, stroking your sides. you shook your head hesitantly, not knowing what to say. although you couldn’t see it you were sure that hurt was written all ove his eyes and that broke your heart. “well, can i at least have a kiss?” he asked hopefully.

you shook your head again, letting out a sniffle and praying draco didn’t notice it. well he did. “darling? are you crying? what’s wrong?” you hid your face in the pillow, making draco slide off the bed and come to your side. he easily picked you up, hands firmly under your thighs as you snuggled your face into his chest and your body rocked with sobs.

your acne was your biggest insecurity, especially because draco’s ex astoria didn’t have acne. she was your room mate last year and you’d seen her without makeup several times, you were absolutely terrified draco would come back to her once he saw your natural face. you loved draco more than anything, and were over the moon when he finally confessed to you. you couldn’t lose him just like that.

he softly grabbed your chin, finally making you look up at him. you felt your heart clench, awaiting for the moment draco would mention how many pimples you had on your face. but that didn’t happen. he just kissed your tears away, and finally pressed a kiss to your lips. “angel, what’s wrong? i’m here beautiful, you can talk to me.” beautiful. how could he still think you were beautiful?

“m-my acne, y-you don’t think it looks ugly?” you asked, arms shaking around his neck. “ugly? doll what are you talking about?” draco genuinely was confused, how could you ever think of yourself like that? “you really don’t think i look ugly with all these pimples all over my face?” he shook his head, tackling you onto the bed making you giggle.

“darling, i still see the most beautiful girl in the world right here in my arms. you’re perfect, inside and out. and i would never use something you can’t control against you. i love you.” you felt like cold water was being poured over your head, a sense of relief completely washed over you. “really? thank you dray and i love you too.” he smiled kissing your cheek.

you ended up doing green tea face masks and draco bawled his eyes out while watching titanic, but of course he denied it when you reminded him of it the next morning.

a/n: i hate my writing rn but here it is, if you enjoyed it please reblog, it helps so much! thank you and ily <3

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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drabble idea: after Wilbur is killed by Phil, Fundy finds a smol arctic fox hybrid reader and cuz they're both foxes and the hybrid child looks abandoned, he adopts them. Then Ghostbur shows up and Fundy doesn't want him to have anything to do with his child. maybe some other relationships for fluff??? i'm just craving this rn -💍

So imagines won right? I sit down and go to write the imagine, and I just end up staring at a blank screen for what felt like forever. I know I said I would give you the option but I honestly couldn’t put anything in my brain for it. And because I spent so long staring at it, I lost a lot of time and so this is the only post for tonight…. I feel so bad. I’m sorry guys, I should have more stuff tomorrow. <3

TW: Parental abandonment.

This idea is so cute though.

So we all know that Wilbur wasn’t the best father. He really messed Fundy up and gave him some of those good good daddy issues to where he has a hard time trusting people. But I think that he would be out on a walk, clearing his mind, trying to think of anything but his father. He’d be in a snowy biome when he hears footsteps. At first he thinks it’s a mob of some kind, so he draws his weapon and creeps toward the sound. He catches sight of something white and at first he thinks it’s a skeleton, but then the thing moves again and he can very clearly see it’s an ear, a white fluffy ear… That’s odd. “Hello?” he finally decides to call out. There is a small squeak and a lot of rustling. When he wasn’t attacked, he figured it safe to move forward. He carefully approached and as he pushed some of the bushes out of the way to reveal a small child. In one quick glance he could tell this was no ordinary child. It was an arctic fox hybrid, the fluffy white ears and tail a dead give away. In his glance, he could also tell this child was in rough shape. Their clothes were tattered and torn allowing him to see just how skinny they were. His heart ached for the poor child, “Hello little one,” he greets softly, “What are you doing out here?”

You’d been on your own for a really really long time now. Your parents had brought you out here, told you to stay put, and left. You listened and so you waited for them to come back. But as the days went on, you began to understand what had happened. But nevertheless, you sat there and waited. Munching on the berries of the bushes, but it never quite fills your stomach. One day as you’re moving from bush to bush, a voice calls out. It startles you and you can’t help but let out a squeak as you fall to the ground in surprise. The bushes shuffle a bit and from over the top you find an orange headed man peering at you curiously. His eyes scan you quickly before he speaks, “Hello little one,” his voice soft and comforting as he speaks, “What are you doing out here?” You give him a little shrug and allow yourself to look him up and down. You’re heart thuds a little faster as you notice that he is also a fox hybrid with orange and black ears, an orange and white tail, and sharp canines poking out from his lips. “Where are you parents?” he tries again. Again, you give a little shrug and figuring you can trust this man, you speak, “Gone… Let me here.” His heart breaks at your sad and defeated tone. “They left you here? All by yourself? When did they leave?” Another shrug, “Two… three….. Weeks.” you mumble, looking down to the berry bushes, your fingers grazing them carefully. Fundy’s heart burns in anger as he thinks about how horrible your parents were for leaving their obviously amazing child to die in the woods. He’s about to speak when your stomach grumbles loudly causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Hungry?” Fundy asks, then mentally smacks himself. Of course you’re hungry your stomach just rumbled. But you nod sheepishly, still plucking at the leaves. “How would you like to come home with me. I can fix you up some fish. I have lots of fish at my house. You could eat as much as you’d like and you could stay as long as you want.” Not even caring if this guy was lying to you, you accept his offer, simply desperate to get out of the woods. Your head slowly rises from the bushes as you stare at Fundy who is smiling at you ever so softly with an outstretched hand. Carefully you raise your own arm and gently rest your hand in his, shivering at the warmth that spreads throughout your palm. “Let’s get going then kiddo.”

Fundy leads you out of the forest and towards his house. As you two walk, you two talk… Well he does a lot of the talking and you give small answers here and there. You tell him your name and he tells you his. He talks about where you’re going and how it’s extremely safe there and how he thinks you’ll like it. He leads you inside his house, sits you at the table, before making up some fish for you and him. He places the plate down in front of you and before he can sit to eat his own meal, yours is finished. To say he’s shocked is an understatement, but he quickly remembers you were out in the forest all alone for two to three weeks, maybe longer with nothing but berries. You’re looking at him super embarrassed, like you want to ask for more but are too scared too. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, walking back over to you, setting his own plate down in front of you, picking up the empty one, “You don’t have to feel bad. Like I said, I have plenty of fish, eat as much as you like.” And so you do. You eat until you’re so full you can barely move. Your eyes are sleepily closing and then jerking back open as you try to force yourself to stay awake. Fundy notices this and laughs quietly to himself. Your eyes close for a little while, giving Fundy enough time to put his plan into action. He quickly stands up, moves to you, picks you up, and carries you to his bed. He carefully lays you down, tucks you in, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well darling,” he mumbles, not thinking much of it. “Thanks dad” you mumble back, clearly out of it. But the simple word stops Fundy’s heart before a huge smile grows on his face. He decides that he wants you to be his child, if you want. He can feel a connection and a strong desire to care and love for you and he wants to be that strong father figure that he himself did not have. The next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember what you said obviously. You also plan to leave and go back to the forest. You would thank Fundy for feeding you but you already feel you've overstayed your welcome. You make your way down to the kitchen, ready to tell the man who saved you, who you don’t want to leave, goodbye. Fundy is standing over the stove and at the sound of your footsteps his head turns and he grins brightly at you, “Hey kiddo! Have a seat! Eggs are almost done! I hope you like them scrambled!” Not wanting him to feel bad, you do as you’re told and decide to tell him after breakfast. True to his word, the eggs don’t take that much longer and soon he’s served you some eggs. You two eat together, talking a bit about how you both slept and stuff. And after you’re done, you’re just about to tell him but then he begins to tell you about his plans for the day and asks if you want to tag along and you do. You really do. It is then you decide that you’ll stay until Fundy asks you to leave, and if that means you’re staying forever… So be it.

Okay on to some more general headcanons and less plot type stuff haha

You two help each other in grooming your ears and tails all the time. I feel like they can be hard to get perfectly clean by yourself so you two do it together as a bonding activity. You would do Fundy’s first because it takes less time. Fundy does a lot of it and you just get the hard to reach spots and stuff, and makes sure there is no spot left unclean. However, when it’s your turn, Fundy takes complete control. He will make you just sit there and let him groom and take care of you. He is so careful as he does it. He cleans your ears and your tail carefully, making sure no dirt is left. And then he takes the time to carefully brush out the hair and make it very soft and very fluffy. It feels so nice. I would imagine you didn’t have the nicest parents, they literally left you in a forest to die, so you never got this special treatment or attention for your ears or tail. So the first time you two did this, you would be so confused. You didn’t understand what was happening or why you were being treated so kindly, which broke Fundy’s heart. I feel that’s also partly why he doesn’t let you help because he wants to make sure that you know that you will be loved and cared for as long as he’s in your life.

So that being said, you two are so affectionate with each other. Like you curl up together and cuddle on the couch all the time. It has a lot to do with the fox side of both of you. It feels really nice to be pressed against family of your own ‘breed’ so to speak. A lot of the time it’s a lot of you sitting on his lap or laying on top him while he holds you tightly. Again, he wants to make sure that you feel loved and wanted.

I feel like it wouldn’t take you long to call him dad. Like you accidentally did the first night, but you weren’t really awake for it. But I do feel like it would be a slip of the tongue on your part again. Just he does something for you and you give a quick “thanks dad” before you dead stop and stare at him. His eyes are also wide and filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It just that you have taken care of me from the moment I got here and I--” Fundy would cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay Y/N. It really is. It would be an honor if you called me your father” he tells you. Your heart soars in your chest as you hug him back. “Okay… Thank you dad.” You two go to sleep that night with the biggest smiles on your faces that you’ve ever had.

…….. Speaking of dads….. Ghostbur comes back. One day there is a knock on the door. You’re both confused because no one should be coming over to your knowledge. But Fundy gets up and he opens the door and his confusion turns into anger. “What are you doing here?” He spits out. You slowly make your way to the front room, hiding behind a wall but peeking your head around the corner to see what was happening. There in front of your father stood an extremely pale man in a yellow sweater and a red beanie. “Hello Fundy!” the man greets, oblivious to Fundy’s harsh tone, “I came to visit you! I wanted to see my son!” A gasp catches in your throat, this was your dad’s dad. He hadn’t told you much about him, he just told you that he used to be close with his father but as he grew more obsessed with politics, that bond broke bit by bit until it was completely severed by his death. “Well that sucks because I don’t want to see you. Go away now” Fundy snaps back, waving him off. Ghostbur catches his harsh tone now and a frown settles on his face, “Fundy please. I want to talk. I want to mend what was broken. You’re my son and-” “And nothing. You should have thought about that before you went and blew up our nation and then got stabbed by grandpa… So goodbye now.” Fundy moves out of the doorway and goes to close the door. When he moved out of the doorway though, he accidentally gives Ghostbur a direct line of sight of you peeking around the corner. He lets out a gasp and points, “Fundy who’s that.” Fundy looks over his shoulder and pales a little but because oh fuck. This is the last thing he wanted to happen. He clears his throat and looks back to the ghost of his father. “That’s Y/N… My kid” “I have a grandchild?” “No you don’t because you are no father of mine. Now if you’ll excuse me” and before Ghostbur can respond, Fundy has slammed the door closed. You’re a little worried as to what he’s going to say to you so you speak first after you walk all the way in, “I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no, no baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” The rest of the day, Fundy is a little off. He tries to act normal but you can tell something is off. You don’t call him out on it though, you just let him do him.

But yeah. Fundy does everything in his power to keep you away from Ghostbur. He does not care a single bit if Ghostbur isn’t Wilbur, they were both still his father that practically abandoned him and so therefore he will not be around his child. His child will only be surrounded by those who love them unconditionally and will always love them. If you and him are out and public and Ghostbur appears, Fundy will take you back home. He doesn’t care if what he is doing is super important, he will leave and take you home. He also will not let Ghostbur in his home. Ghostbur does show up occasionally, hoping to catch another glance of you, but Fundy barely opens the door to the point where Ghostbur can hardly see him. Fundy will let Phil, Techno, and Tommy see you occasionally which hurts Ghostbur a lot, but there is nothing he can do about it. Fundy does not want his ghost father to be anywhere near his child.

But Fundy would be an amazing father. He knows what it’s like to be/feel abandoned by a parent and to feel ignored in a world full of family. So he makes sure you never feel like that. He loves you so much and makes sure you know that. Fundy would do anything for you, give anything for you. He loves you so much. His precious baby child.

Okay that ending sucked lololol. Again, I’m very sorry that this is the only post tonight. I got a much later start than I planned and it fucked everything. I’ll see you guys with more content tomorrow though (hopefully).

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Bad Girl| Ethan Nestor

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hey guys it's been a while! Got this amazing request recently and I had to write it asap. love you all xx

Ethan didn't have many rules for you, but the most important one by far was to not bother him while he's streaming.

With the two of you keeping your relationship a secret there's just too much that can go wrong. He's live so if you came into the room, people could hear, rumors could start. More than anything Ethan wants to protect you so you coming into his recording room while he's streaming is completely out of the question. Normally you respected this rule without question, it was his YouTube channel after all, so he got to call the shots. More than that however, Ethan called the shots in other aspects of your life.

When it came to the sex, he called the shots in that too. But you always did what he said, and frankly, you felt like being a bad girl.

All day you've needed him, from the very second you woke up and the gentle morning sex he'd provided wasn't nearly enough to satiate you. You still felt that uncomfortable throbbing from between your thighs, and it lingered for most of the day. Any attempt you made to get his cock resulted in a soft kiss on the head and a "sorry baby I'm too busy today."

You laid back on the couch, irked to all hell. How could Ethan not see that he was depriving you? You pushed the heel of your hands into your eyes and groaned, your pussy was damp and aching and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. Spencer sat happily at your feet chewing on a squeaky bone. At least one of you was happy.

You heard Ethan laugh from inside his recording room, he was currently streaming Among Us. You feel so frustrated you want to cry and when you glance at the clock you feel like crying all over again. It's only 1:30, and Ethan is only 20 minutes into his stream. Meaning at this rate Ethan won't be able to help you until later tonight. You whined to yourself, snaking your hand under the sleep shorts you were wearing. Your fingers found your clit and you began to rub small circles just like Ethan does. It does little to nothing to relieve the pounding in your core. Only Ethan can.

You stand from your spot on the couch to go grab a bottle of water, hoping that some cold water will help calm you down. You lean against the counter, sipping at the cold water when you remember the night before. Ethan had come home from filming with someone he doesn't know very well. The recording session was frustrating and he hadn't gotten any good footage, meaning the entire day was a giant waste of time. By the time Ethan had gotten back to the house he was beyond frustrated and the first thing he did was bend you over the kitchen counter and slam into you mercilessly. You feel a shudder run down your spine at the memory and you groan softly in annoyance. You're not going to survive the day like this.

You went upstairs and into your shared room with Ethan and sat on the edge of the bed, you're always such a good girl. You followed every rule and every command without too much complaint. And today Ethan told you to wait. His rule today was to be a good girl and wait for his cock until that night. But damnit you're so turned on right now you feel like you're going to combust into flames.

You don't want to be a good girl today. You feel like breaking the rules.

With a smirk you stand from the bed and creep down the hallway, nearing his recording room. Once you're stood outside the door you feel a rush of adrenaline rush through you, you've never broken this rule before. In all 12 months of your relationship with Ethan, you've never interrupted him while he's live streaming. You almost turn back but when you hear Ethan groan in annoyance it sends tingles down your spine and a fresh wave of arousal dampening your panties. Gritting your teeth you quietly open the door and watch as Ethan's surprised eyes flicker to you for a second.

You bite your lip and sink to the floor, luckily Ethan's desk doesn't have a back so you easily crawl underneath it.

Being careful not to bump the desk you slowly crawl in between Ethan's legs, and he instinctively spreads his legs wider for you. When he glances back down at you, you feel heat rush through your entire body at the angry look in his eyes. He raises a warning brow before turning back to the game and for a second you consider leaving, but the pulsing from between your legs stops you. You bite your lip and reach forward, carefully unbuttoning Ethan’s jeans and slowly pulling his zipper down.

Ethan tenses, his heart hammering in his chest as he does his best to act natural. This isn’t a regular video, he can’t edit anything out. This is being broadcasted live to nearly a million people. When he feels your dainty hands reaching into his jeans he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“Ethan you okay?” Bob asks, unfortunately for Ethan they decided to play Among Us with proximity chat on. Ethan clears his throat, “yeah stubbed my toe.” He lies but he knows it doesn’t sound very convincing.

You wrap your hand around his hardening cock and you nearly moan when you finally free it from his jeans. The sight of it makes you even more wet then you were before, it’s hard and precumming. It’s beautiful. You lean forward instantly and wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly. Ethan clenches his jaw as he focuses all of his attention on the game in front of him. He keeps his eyes firmly on the screen because he knows if he looks at you it’s game over. Ethan would end the stream and have you bent over this desk in less than 30 seconds if he saw the beautiful sight happening under the desk.

You keep your lips wrapped around him as you suddenly take all of him in your mouth. Ethan gasps softly in surprise, and this is when he notices the comments on his stream.

Ethan flashes a smile to the camera, doing his best to pretend he doesn’t notice that every single comment is about him and not about the game. Embarrassment floods through Ethan’s body as he keeps his eyes on his monitor. You continue to slide him down your throat, and Ethan’s eyes briefly flutter shut. When one comment pops up, Ethan panics.

what’s wrong Ethan??? he looks like he’s in pain someone should tell the other people on the stream bc ethan does not look okay right now ethan are you okay?

Shit. Ethan continues to ignore the comments, when did his fan base become little detectives? You bob your head down the full length of his cock, taking him into your mouth fully. It’s becoming increasingly harder to keep the sounds quiet so that nobody notices. When you swallow around him Ethan groans softly, “fuck.”

does eef have a girl over?? ;) omg ethan’s totally getting sucked off rn ngl ethan looks super fucking hot

“Ethan?” This time it’s Mark. You pull off Ethan and smirk as you pump his cock with your hand. The arousal is coating your thighs at this point and you nearly moan out loud just thinking about what Ethan is going to do to you after this.

“Ethan I’m getting some pretty interesting comments on my stream about you,” Jack says with a teasing tone to his voice. Ethan remains quiet, he doesn’t trust himself to say anything casually. “Got some company Ethan?” Jack says causing a chorus of laughter to ensue afterwards while everyone waits for another round to start. “His silence is...suspicious.” Steven adds through the laughter.

Unable to focus any longer, Ethan releases a breath he’d been holding as he finally glances down at you. The sight before him stops him cold, you’re sitting on your knees with his cock in your mouth. Your breasts are spilling from the tight tank top you’re wearing and he can see the damp spot forming on the crotch of your shorts. His pupils blow wide as he quickly ends the stream and turns off the camera. The second he’s sure everything is shut off he pushes back from the desk and yanks you to your feet.

“You think that was funny?” Ethan growls when he sees the smirk on your face. In an instant Ethan has you pulled over his lap, “you think it was funny to suck my cock when I was live? I can’t cover any of that up baby.” Ethan says, his voice low as his hands find the waistband of your shorts.

“I need you.” You whined as he yanked your shorts down. Ethan hummed in satisfaction once he sees your glistening pussy. “Yes I can see that.” He hums, spreading your lips apart so he can look at you better.

“I just fucked you this morning baby girl, you couldn’t wait? I’m pretty sure I told you to wait until tonight.” He says, the dominance beginning to seep into his tone. You moaned in delight when you feel Ethan spank you hard. “I couldn’t wait Ethan, I needed you now.” You explain, with a pout on your face.

“Now all my friends know what a dirty girl you are, and now so do all my fans as well. We aren’t going to be a secret anymore baby, you just outed us.” Ethan explains, his fingertips brushing through your folds. You whine desperately as you try to grind back into his hand, but he pulls away. “It was time baby, oh my god Ethan please just fuck me please.” You plead shamelessly.

Ethan continues to rub the globes of your ass as you moan and wriggle in his lap, “hm I’m not sure you deserve it now baby. You didn’t listen to me, I’m not sure you deserve my cock anymore.” He says, a small smirk on his face when he sees the look of pure desperation cross onto your face. “No Ethan please, I’ll listen now. I-I will I promise baby!” Ethan taps on your hip, signaling you to stand. Once your stood in front of him you moan again, you’ve never seen him look sexier then he does right now.

His hair is messy and his chest his heaving, but the best part is between his legs. His cock is hard and his legs are spread wide, and the heated look Ethan is giving you makes you want to melt into the floor. “Go wait for me in our room.” Is all Ethan says, and you immediately scramble out of the room and down to hall to yours and Ethan’s bedroom. You sit on the bed and anxiously wait for him, your entire body buzzing in anticipation. When 10 agonizing minutes pass Ethan finally opens the door, his jeans still opened. “I’ve thought of a fitting punishment for you Princess.”

Ethan walks to his side of the bed before sitting down, pulling you to stand in front of him. “Since you don’t seem to like my rules, why don’t you be in charge then baby?” Your heart sinks, and you immediately shake your head.

“But I love it when you’re in control, I love following your rules.” You argue but Ethan shakes his head with a teasing smile on his face.

“I seem to have lost my authority, you don’t listen to me anymore baby. So you try being in charge, tell me what to do.” Ethan reaches forward and yanks you towards him. You fall against his chest, your lips a hairs length from him, “boss me around.” He whispers and you swallow a thick lump in your throat. You stand again, feeling anxious and unsure of what to do. Normally Ethan tells you what to do, but he just relinquished all control to you and you already hate it.

Ethan watches with knowing eyes, he knows already that you have no idea what to do. “Well? What do you want me to do baby?” Ethan asks, watching the blush crawl up your neck and tint the edges of your ears. You tremble, “um...I-” you feel your throat close as tears well in your eyes. In a second Ethan is pulling you into his arms, smoothing your hair down and pressing kisses to your head. You melt into his embrace while he mumbles loving words into your hair. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to upset you.” Ethan whispers, pressing soft kisses to your head.

“Is that how you felt on the stream? Embarrassed?” You ask hesitantly and to your dismay, Ethan nods.

“Kinda, but it’s okay baby.” You lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ve learned my lesson, I promise. I know why you make those rules now.” You say softly and Ethan brushes hair out of your face with a small smile. “Can you be in charge again?” Instead of answering Ethan flashes you a smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Lay down baby.” In an instant the heat floods through your body again as you scramble to lay down on the bed. Ethan stands and swiftly yanks his shirt over his head, and motions for you to do the same. Sitting up you quickly pull your shirt off, watching as Ethan kicks his jeans and boxers off as well. Ethan hovers over you, and you feel his cock nudging at your entrance and in an instant you spread your legs wider for him. Ethan slides just the head of his cock into you and he stills. You wriggle your hips, “Ethan please,” You beg in a gasp.

Cupping your cheeks, Ethan turns your head to look him in the eyes. “No more bothering me while I’m live got it?” He says and you nod instantaneously. With one sharp thrust, Ethan slides the rest of the way in and both of you release a moan. Pressing his lips to yours he begins to thrust into you and you feel the heat building already. You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he slowly picks up speed. Ethan pulls out, “bend over.” He gasps and you move to bend over the bed, already missing the stretch his cock provided. As soon as you’re bent over in front of him, Ethan grasps your hips and thrusts back into you.

Your face is pressed into the bed as you cry out softly, Ethan slamming into you again and again. “Fucking took my dick in your mouth in front of the entire world, you’re lucky they only saw me. If anyone else saw how beautiful you look with a cock in your mouth I think I’d lose my mind.” Ethan growls and you can only moan in response as your fists twist the sheets in your hands. You feel the coil in your abdomen winding tighter and tighter and when Ethan reaches around your body to softly pinch your clit you’re crying out and convulsing around him, leading him to his orgasm as well. You collapse against the bed and Ethan rubs a hand up and down your back before gently pulling out with a wince.

He helps you into bed and lays down next to you, pulling your bare body against his chest. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.” You say softly, but Ethan merely presses a kiss to your lips.

“Only a little, I couldn’t be bothered too much I mean you were sucking my dick. Doesn’t get better than that.” Ethan shrugs, causing you to blush. You sit up when Ethan stands from the bed, reaching around for his clothes.

“Now if your unusually high sex drive has been fully satisfied, I have some explaining to do.” Ethan teases, causing you to giggle. With a kiss to your sweaty forehead Ethan is exiting the room, and you lay back against the bed with the widest smile stretched across your face.

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noriyoshi · 3 years

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Ice Ice Baby - kjk (m)

pairing: sub!junkyu x gender-neutral!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.5k

warnings: oral (male-receiving), ice play

synopsis: trying out ice play with Junkyu for the first time.

a/n: inspired by a convo i had a while ago with @nari-nim! not proofread bc im sleepy rn so sorry... also i feel like i really like writing junkyu receiving oral? idk he’s very cute and we should all think abt sub!kyu more often <3 feedback is always appreciated!

Junkyu laid with his back on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched. You sat on the edge of his bed, watching him closely. He watched back with a cute little pout forming on his lips. You hadn’t even touched him yet but he was already fully hard. You were going to have fun with him tonight.

You lean towards the night stand and grab a cup filled with ice that you had prepared not long ago, pulling a cube out. Junkyu’s eyes never leave your figure, following your hand as you bring the ice cube to your lips. You suckle on it for a moment, coating your tongue with the cool liquid as it begins to melt. Once you’re satisfied you place it back in the cup and lean down to kiss Junkyu. Your lips ghost right over his and he can feel the cool puff of air leave your lips. You kiss him slowly, your tongue entangling with his, countering his much more desperate pace.

You kiss him until your mouth goes warm again. Just the feeling of his plush, pink lips against yours makes you feel like you’re in heaven. You tease him; pulling his lower lip between your teeth, your tongue licking in his mouth before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and hovering just out of his reach. He cranes his head up but you pull back again much to his dismay. He wants to kiss you so badly but he knows moving out of this position you’ve placed him in will result in a punishment.

You sit up again, turning slightly and shifting your knee up onto the bed for a more comfortable position. As you face him, you lean on your left arm and bring your right hand up to his cheek, caressing the soft flesh. Your thumb traces his lips which fall open, begging for you to put it in his mouth.

You oblige and coo at him as he sucks on your thumb. “You’re okay with this?” you ask, tracing your free hand over his abdomen and watching his muscles contract. He groans against your finger as you continuously graze your nails lower down his body. The boy nods eagerly. “Please.” he begs when you pull your finger away. Please what? you’re tempted to tease him. But he’s been so good for you today, you think you’ll go easy on him.

“Let me know if you want me to stop.” is the last thing you say.

You take the melting ice cube into your hands once more and drag it down Junkyu’s chest in one long, drawn out line. He clenches his teeth at the feeling, watching you as your tongue laps up the wet trail. You drag the ice cube over his chest, your tongue always close behind. Junkyu feels insane at the heavenly feeling of your warm tongue tracing over the remnants that the cool, stinging cube left behind. He bites his lip, relaxing as he gets used to the contrast in temperature. He doesn’t get to rest for long though because the feeling of the ice cube tracing over his hardened nipple has him gasping.

Unlike the other times, you don’t trace your tongue over it just yet. You opt to continue swirling the cube around, until Junkyu’s nipple is pink and perfectly taut. He begins to fidget at the cold feeling so you oblige and suck his nipple into your mouth.

Junkyu’s mewl could put a whore to shame. His back arched into you as you bite down on it playfully before letting it go. “Y/N” he moans pathetically. “Hm?” you hum against his chest as you repeat the action with his other nipple. Junkyu cries out when you bite a bit harder this time, bucking his hips into the air helplessly. You continue the action, alternating between biting down and flicking your tongue. Once you’re satisfied with one, you do the same to the other until Junkyu is crying for you to stop.

“I’m g-gon-gonna cum,” he wails.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head. “Not yet. You can wait a little longer for me, can’t you?”

He nods. “What was that?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.”

You look to the cup and grab another ice cube. The temperature in the room is a lot warmer now and they’re beginning to melt. On the plus side, it’s that much easier to glide them against Junkyu’s skin, watching as it leaves goosebumps in its wake.

You suck on the cube again, your tongue exceptionally cold as you straddle the lower half of Junkyu’s body and kiss your way down. Once your face reaches his hips, you suck the ice cube again, your tongue tracing over Junkyu’s cock. You could see the vein pulsating, more precum dripping down his cock at his excitement. “Fuck,” he groans absolutely reeling at the feeling of finally being touched where he needed it most. You play with the ice a bit more, warming it in your hands and letting it drip over his length, your tongue always licking it up right after.

Junkyu watches as your left hand wraps around his length, spit dripping from your mouth down the shaft before giving a few weak tugs. Your tongue traces around the head, your eyes meet Junkyu’s for a fleeting second as you look up. His face is flushed, his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. He’s watching you with such a dazed yet intense look, you can feel your insides tingling. You place the rapidly melting ice against the head of his cock. Junkyu whimpering at the cold feeling.

His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out a huff. You wrap your lips around his length and sink down until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. “Oh, fuck,” he moans out. You began bobbing your head, putting one hand on his thigh to steady yourself and the other to help you blow him. His hands grip the sheets to keep himself from tangling in your hair. It takes everything in him to keep still as you continue to blow him.

You lick from the base of his cock to the tip, making sure to trace your tongue over the vein. The more you get into it, the more Junkyu does too. You can tell that he’s not going to last much longer because he’s thrown all precaution to the wind. He’s no longer cautious of any sound he might make or about keeping as still as he can. He’s rolling his hips up trying to get as much of your mouth around him in one go as you can. The obscene sounds of you swallowing around his length and the fact that you’ve been teasing him for so long already have him on the edge of an orgasm.

“Shit, that feels so good,” Junkyu moans.

You’re swirling your tongue around Junkyu’s shaft and bobbing down as much as you can when Junkyu’s hips buck up. You moan and gag at the sudden intrusion; Junkyu’s eyes roll to the back of his head. You pull off of him, your saliva thickly coating his dick as you stroke him. The ice has long melted and your cold, wet fingers are now warm too.

You fish out the last ice cube from the cup which is now mostly water and use it to stroke Junkyu to orgasm. He’s thrashing underneath you, pleas to cum and whines of how good it feels spilling from his lips. He’s so close.

You change positions and straddle him again, your hand coming between your bodies to stroke him fast while the other fondles his balls. Your lips get to work marking his neck and chest, reddish spots blooming on his sensitive skin. He becomes overtaken by the pleasure of your mouth and hands on his body, his hips begin to speed up in time with the movements of your hand. You continue this movement until moments later Junkyu is spilling all over his stomach (and yours). You stroke him through his orgasm, continuing until the tears in his eyes are spilling over and he’s gripping at your wrist, body trembling at the oversensitivity.

“You did so well, kyu.” you pat his head, running your fingers softly through his hair as he steadies his breathing and comes back from his haze. He looks at you with the cutest smile, it’s tinged with sleepiness and you know he’ll doze off any second.

“Was that good? It wasn’t too much was it?” you walk over to the bathroom in the other side of the room and rinse a towel in warm water. Junkyu’s drinking water from a bottle you had put on the nightstand as you approach him.

“Was so good,”

You clean him up with the towel, discarding it into the dirty clothes bin when you’re done.

You drink some water yourself and you both get changed into pajamas before assuming your positions in bed, this time in your usual cuddling positions.

“Good night, Y/N” he yawns, snuggling into your chest.

“Sleep tight, baby.” you wrap your arms around him and the both of you doze off into a deep sleep.

#treasure smut #junkyu smut #kim junkyu #treasure scenarios #treasure drabbles #junkyu scenarios #junkyu #junkyu drabbles #i have sub!kyu brainrot now so i love it here #also will try to post a hyunsuk thing im doing soon #and maybe smthn else but #i have finals soon so i might not have much time :/#we'll see

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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My best friend, my p*rn

▸Johnny x camgirl!reader (cam girl au, best friends to lovers) ▸ 2,103k words ▸ Fluff, Smut ▸ Cam girl reader, prostitution, online bidding, heavy making out, lots of kissing, lots of touching, fingering, mentions of oral sex male receiving, oral sex female receiving, mentions of sex ▸ Requested, see anon message at the end of this drabble.

Being a cam girl is something you’re not proud of but it pays the bills and puts food on the table. Bringing pleasure to other people is not the best idea but you kinda like what you do and it’s like living a double life where in reality you’re this simple college student but when you’re live or on-air, you’re very popular that girls and boys beg for you.

Of course, the only person you trust knowing your double life is your best friend Johnny, whom you don’t is madly and deeply in love with you ever since the two of you became close friends. When you told him that you’re a cam girl, Johnny supported you all the way and became a regular to the point that he has become your anonymous generous tipper.

“User chicag0127 is being generous again- wow. I’m speechless. Thank you”

Tonight is kind of a special broadcast because you hit 100k followers and you have a surprise for everyone. “To celebrate our first milestone, I’m gonna hold an auction online, the highest bidder will be featured two times during my live stream this month....”

Upon hearing what you’re saying right now, Johnny cannot believe what has gotten into your head. Then he remembered, you were three semesters late on your tuition and the school might not let you graduate. “Fuck- you could end up with a creep! Fuck- Savings savings” he was quick to check his savings and easily closed the deal with you. He was sweating the entire time, scared that maybe the next higher bidder next to him might win you, but Johnny was successful.

“Sorry folks, but as expected, user chicag0127 is the higher bidder. I guess you will see us on my next live then!...”

After your live stream, you are more than thankful for chicag0127. The money went straight to your college tuition and now you can relax and not worry about the school holding you up for graduation. That night, you told Johnny what happened through text and waited for his reply before you go to bed.

You: were graduating together! That user that I was telling you, just covered my whole tuition.

The smile on Johnny’s face and the happiness that he felt was priceless, knowing that he could help his true love.

Johnny: Why didn’t you come to me in the first place? You know that I have money saved from my internship right? And idk where to spend it haha!

He jokes so he won’t sound suspicious.

You: it’s your money Johnny, you earned that because you worked hard during your internship.

And that night, you slept like a baby knowing that all is well.

One week later

You were sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only your silk robe and nothing else underneath. Any minute now, user chicag0127 will arrive and you're very much excited to meet your anonymous bidder. When the doorbell rang, you opened the door with a flirty smile that’s replaced with a confused expression when you see Johnny in front of you.

He was quiet. He was waiting for you to realize.

Then....

“Y-you’re”

“chicag0127”

“R-right... because you’re from Chicago and you’re Korean... fuck- I mean, come in, welcome. D-do you want coffee?”

Johnny went inside the hotel room quietly and without saying a word. To be honest, he didn’t know what to do too, like you, he’s confused and nervous. But would you rather see a stranger? So he balled up his courage and confronted you.

“You sit on my lap whenever I’m busy playing games on my phone, kiss me good morning whenever we have sleepovers, heck I already saw you naked because you don’t close your room whenever you dress up and you will say it’s completely fine-“ he breathes heavily and combs his black hair with his fingers, “I don’t understand why are you like this all of a sudden. I can leave you, know? But you can't disappoint your fans”

“Right we cant” you don’t know why Johnny feels like he’s a stranger now but you suck it up and remind yourself that Johnny paid for this. “You paid for this” you added while fluffing the pillow.

“Hey. I did not do it because I want to take advantage of you I did it because you could end up with a pervert a drug addict or an abuser” he points his fingers at you and sat on the bed with a heavy sigh.

“You’ve been tipping me for months!” You bite back, “Fine-Okay okay I get it. Uhm... wear this they can only see our lips, bodies, and not our faces” you hand him the silk mask that’s similar to what you’re using.

“This is our first day so kissing and touching only no more, no less,” you said, and upon explaining the instructions to Johnny, he proceeds to strip in front of you. Unbuttoning his dress shirt and looking so hot like he always does. You gulp when he’s only wearing his black pants in front of you, ready to remove his belt and his pants.

“On the second day, oral sex, however you like it. 69, blow job in the shower, anything then that’s it-oh and one more important thing. No talking you can whisper and make sounds but no talking for your safety. People might recognize you”

After explaining what’s needed, you dimmed the lights, closed the curtains, and setup the camera.“The live will automatically stop in thirty minutes”

“So we can kiss and touch for a whole thirty minutes?” He asked.

“Yes”

“I paid all my savings and thirty minutes is all I get?” He murmurs but you didn’t hear it. You pat the space on the bed next to you as you wait for the live to start automatically in five minutes. When he’s right beside you, waiting for your next move the room is cold and silent as he watches you remove your silk robe. He has seen your boobs far too many times, but this time it’s special like he’s seeing it for the first time again. ‘I'm sorry, he mouthed’ thinking maybe this is hard for you because you’re best friends.

‘It's okay,’ you mouth back because you would rather be with Johnny than a creep.

Slowly your faces move closer until your lips touch but not kissing yet. Johnny gave you a peck as if he’s testing the waters, then gave you another but this time it’s longer, and then another but this time his hand cups your face. It was a filthy kiss and you didn’t expect that Johnny is a good kisser. His tongue is sinful in so many ways. The way it swirls around your tongue, whenever he sucks your tongue leaves you breathless, his grip on your face is getting tighter and you feel his cock poking your thigh.

So with all your bravery, you put your hand inside his boxers briefs and palmed his cock while he kisses you. Slowly, he began to start touching you softly, running his fingers on your shoulders to your nipples until you shiver at his touch, making you stop kissing him and bite your lower lip. Johnny is amused and happy because you like what he’s doing to you.

While kneading your boobs, he started kissing you on your neck, licking you like you’re his favorite ice cream, and doing soft moaning sounds. He kissed you all over your body, making you feel loved and protected by him as always.

“Is this fine?” He whispered oh so quiet beside your ear and slowly run his finger on your very wet slit. Johnny’s finger slides up very smoothly because of your juices, he got excited because he can make you wet like this. You nod your head ‘yes’ and spread your legs a little more for Johnny and the viewers and with that, he finger fucked you before he ran out of time. Feeling his thick fingers go inside and outside of your cunt slowly. It feels so fucking good.

“Ten minutes” you whispered and kissed him again. You feel his smile in between kissing while he feels you getting near because you’ve clenching and unclenching around his finger.

The alarm on your live started beeping and the live is automatically cut off.

No one stopped when the live was over. You kept kissing Johnny and Johnny made you cum using his fingers. When you finally calmed down, Johnny kept you close and apologized. Until now he doesn’t know if you’re doing this with him because you’re actually loving it, or you’re doing this because he paid for it.

“Warm bath?” He offered.

You giggle and hugged him back like you used to, “we didn’t have sex you jerk.... but sounds good”

He gets out of bed and effortlessly scoops you from your comfort and brought you to the bathroom. The shower with Johnny turned every awkward situation around because he made you laugh the whole time you two were taking a shower. Singing different songs and thinking of what you should eat for dinner.

The next day, you and Johnny are laying in bed together enjoying the quietness of the hotel room like you guys did not do something filthy last night. Lips on your forehead hands at the back of your head, you hear his steady heartbeat and you’re actually happy that he is the one who did it.

You’re not with user chicag0127, you’re with Johnny. Things might take time but what he’s doing for you is heartwarming and stupid all the same time.

Second day

Johnny had a few ideas for day two. For starters, he really wanted to fuck your mouth and cum inside it. But it doesn’t feel right doing it to you, he loves you way too much for a thousand people see him do that to you. So he decided he’ll just tire you out the whole thirty minutes.

Your legs are perfectly spread and Johnny’s fingers spread your pussy lips as he licks up and down on your slit. It’s been a good twenty minutes already and your legs feel like jelly after cumming two times. When he felt your legs shaking and you’re breathing heavily, he stopped and kissed you all the way until he reaches your lips and automatically cups your boobs. You feel his very hard cock poking your thigh like he’s going to put it inside you any minute.

Surprisingly, you feel the tip of his head glide on your slit and you gave him a push as a warning but your strength is nothing compared to Johnny’s. “I will not put it in. Trust me on this” he whispered to you.

Nervous, but his lips calmed you in an instant, you trusted Johnny with his plan and let him do whatever he wants.

He continued to grind and gliding his cock on your wet slit and you are very thankful that you trusted him. You smile when he rolls his hips, you grip Johnny’s shoulders when you started being sensitive and then you don’t know what has gotten into you but you rolled your hips and put his head inside your cunt. You kissed him as you grind underneath him and he did not expect that from you.

He noticed you’re liking it too much, so he stopped then the alarm beeps and you thought he was regretting it. You let out a heavy sigh and covered yourself with the thick sheets, avoiding Johnny’s gaze.

“I stopped because I didn’t want any cameras involved when we do it”

Johnny started kissing your exposed shoulder, your neck, and your lips until he earns a smile from you. “let's go out on a date. A proper date. I’ve been always in love with y/n, and I’m sorry we have to get to this part first. I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for using your work to express my feelings to you”

The way Johnny confessed to you is something you will never forget. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more so there's no harm in giving this a chance. You kissed him and invited him under the covers with you, “Let’s have a house date, we can cook. No more expensive stuff please, you’ve given so much money for the past few months” you rake your fingers through his hair and boops his noise.

“Anything for you” he smiled and reached for your lips again.

That night, you and Johnny stayed in the hotel bed and ordered ramen for dinner.

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triptuckers · 3 years

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79′s - Captain Rex

Request: yes! ‘Ello:) could I ask for Rex with a s/o who was in a previous toxic relationship where reader is still cautious about certain things just a lil bit of angst and lots of comfort and fluff please if your comfortable with writing it’ Pairing: Captain Rex x jedi!reader Summary: you finally go out again after a while :) Warnings: mentions of a toxic ex/relationship Word count: 1.6K A/N: thanks so much for requesting this! I’m very into my rex feels rn, enjoy reading! :)

You’re lounging on the small sofa that’s in Rex’ quarters. It was quite rare to be on Coruscant at the same time. One of you would always be off fighting some battle on a faraway planet.

But now that you’re both on Coruscant, you enjoy each other’s presence whenever you can.

Sometimes, like this evening, you don’t even have to do or say anything. You’re merely laying on the sofa in silence, not really doing anything. Rex is cleaning out his closet. He likes to have it organised, and you made a mess looking for a particular shirt. You told him you’d clean it up yourself, but he insisted. Said it was a nice task, a change from all the fighting and training.

You hear Rex chuckle and lift your head from the sofa, looking at him. He’s holding out an old shirt of his. You remember it well. It was the first time you’d seen him in anything other than his armour or blacks. You remember it so well because it was the first time you'd noticed how good he actually looked.

Of course, you’d known him before that. You fought battles together and occasionally trained when you needed a sparring partner. But it was as if that particular shirt had somehow flipped a switch in your brain.

A couple of the 501st were coming back from a night out. They were all a bit tipsy, and one or two were clearly drunk, needing others to support them. You smiled at them as they walked past and remembered the loving smile Rex had sent your way. From that day on, everything had changed.

‘Remember this?’ he says.

‘Of course I do.’ you say from your position on the sofa. ‘You wore that after you went out with the boys, and that’s when I knew I was in love with you.’

Rex smiles at your words and walks over to you. You sit up so he can sit down next to you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you gladly cuddle closer to him.

‘You didn’t have any plans for tonight, right?’ asks Rex. ‘Nope.’ you say. ‘A whole glorious night off.’ ‘Why don’t we go to 79′s with some of the boys?’ he says. ‘You’d be okay with that?’ you question.

You close your eyes and silently curse at yourself for letting it slip. When you open your eyes you see Rex is looking at you, clearly confused by your words.

‘Yes?’ he says. ‘Why wouldn’t I be okay with it? I’m the one proposing it.’ ‘Forget I said that, it’s nothing.’ you say and you get up off the couch but Rex grabs a hold of your wrist and gently pulls you back.

‘You know you can talk to me.’ he says.

You look at him and debate whether or not you should tell him. You only ever told him you went out with one other guy before you got together. Rex always sensed you didn’t want to talk about him, and he didn’t pressure you into opening up.

His eyes lock onto yours as he patiently waits, aware of the battle that’s going on in your mind.

‘It’s just...’ you sigh. You move so you can sit sideways on the couch, facing him. You take Rex’ hands in yours and absently play with his fingers, trying to figure out how to tell him.

‘You know I was hanging out with another guy before we got together.’ you start. ‘He... didn’t exactly like it when we’d go out together. To 79′s or another bar. He was afraid I might eye someone else or get another guy’s attention. We started going out less until eventually he forbid me from going out at all.’

You look up from yours and Rex’ intertwined hands. He’s looking at you with just the slightest bit of concern in his eyes.

‘Why didn’t you tell me this?’ he asks after a while.

You shrug. ‘I don’t know.’ you say quietly. ‘Maybe I was embarrassed or ashamed. You know I don’t particularly enjoy talking about him.’

‘Why would he even do that in the first place?’ says Rex, more to himself than to you.

‘Because he knew Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments, and he threatened to got to the council and have me kicked out of the order, if I didn’t listen to him.’ you say, not meeting Rex’ eyes and looking at the ground instead.

‘He did what?’ exclaims Rex.

‘Rex, please.’ you say. ‘I don’t want to talk about it. He did some shitty things, yes, but I would much rather focus on the present. He’s no longer in my life, and I’m right here with you.’

‘Right. Sorry I brought it up again.’ says Rex.

You lift your gaze to look at him, a soft smile on your lips. You really did manage to get the best one. Your eyes fall on the shirt Rex had dropped before he came over to you.

‘Do you want to go to 79′s?’ you ask him.

At this, Rex raises his eyebrows in surprise. ‘Do you want to?’ he says.

‘I never disliked going out.’ you admit. ‘I just didn't like going out with him because he was trying to control my every move. I’d like to go to 79′s with you, and maybe some of the boys.’

‘We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.’ says Rex. ‘It’s okay, Rex. I want to.’ you say. ‘On one condition.’ ‘Anything.’ ‘You wear that shirt.’ you say and Rex laughs and nods. ‘Only because you like it so much.’ he says.

Some time later, the two of you finished getting ready. You took considerably longer than Rex, because you kept changing your outfit and hair. Even though Rex told you you looked beautiful every single time.

After a quick stop, you and Rex head to 79′s, along with Fives, Jesse, Kix and Cody.

While you’re on your way, you’re nervously tugging at the sleeves of your shirt. Rex takes notice of it, and grabs your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. You shoot him a thankful smile as you continue your way to the bar.

You’re grateful the bar isn’t as crowded as it normally is. Jesse and Fives head to the bar to get everyone their drinks, while the rest of you goes off to find an empty booth. After finding one and squeezing in, Rex uses the opportunity to lean in closer to you.

‘If at any point you want to leave, just say the word and I’ll take you home, alright?’ he says.

You smile and nod at him. ‘Thank you.’ you say softly.

At first, you’re a bit shy and not really engaging in the conversations. But once you start to get more comfortable, and after a few drinks, you’re happily chatting away along with everyone else.

You’re listening to their stories and laughing at their jokes. You’re having such a good time, you realise how much you actually missed going out with friends.

Just as you grab a glass to take a shot after losing another round of a drinking game you’re playing with Jesse, Rex takes the glass instead and puts it down. You look at him and pout.

‘I was gonna drink that!’ you say, trying to take the glass from him. ‘I think you’ve had enough to drink, mesh’la’ he says. ‘Let’s go home.’ ‘I haven’t finished the game! I’m winning!’ you protest, making Rex chuckle. ‘I don’t think you are.’ he says before leaning in closer. ‘How about we go home now, and we can cuddle until you fall asleep. I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow morning and neither have you.’

Rex watches your puzzled expression as you’re thinking about his offer. After some time, you smile and nod at him.

You and Rex say your goodbyes to the others, and you let Rex guide you through the crowd of people toward the exit of the bar. You’re happily chatting away as Rex holds you steady while you walk.

Lucky for you, most of the halls are empty as you make your way to Rex’ quarters. He’s trying to get you to stay quiet, but you’re still telling him story after story. When he finally gets to his quarters, he takes you inside and walks you to the bed, where he sits you down.

You smile as you look up at him. ‘Hey.’ you say, making him smile as well. ‘Hey there.’ he says. ‘Look I know I’m tipsy- or drunk.’ you correct yourself after Rex raises his eyebrows at you. ‘But I really, really love you.’ you say.

‘Well, I really, really love you too.’ he says and he leans in to kiss your forehead. You yawn and rub your eyes, as sleep finally starts to get the better of you. Somehow hours had passed while you were having fun at 79′s.

‘Let’s get you into something more comfortable and then to bed, yeah?’ says Rex and you nod, closing your eyes. You feel how Rex takes off your clothes and replaces them with some of his for you to sleep in. You jump a little when he softly drags a wet cloth over your face.

‘C’mon.’ he says softly, helping you lay down before getting in the bed next to you. You instinctively move closer to him and lay your head on his chest.

‘Rex?’ you mumble. He hums in response. ‘I love you.’ you say. His chest moves beneath your head as he chuckles. ‘You already told me that tonight.’ he says. ‘I don’t care, I’m telling you again.’ you say.

You feel how Rex kisses the top of your head. ‘Goodnight, mesh’la, I love you too.’

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insufferablelust · 3 years

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Naughty list. (ThrilledAu!Mgg x Reader)

Warnings : Slight smut, Spanking, D/s themed ofc, The use of ‘sir’ & ‘daddy’, mention of edging, mention of overstimulation for future reference, sadist!mgg, condescending!dom, Marking, Its.. um Filthy as many of you already know. Please read at your own discretion.

Hello this is the christmas one shot i’ve promised, its 3 am rn and im so sorry i just done finishing this because things had been so chaotic. But i hope y’all enjoy and please wait up patiently for my next fics which will come in the next several days as promised.

PLEASE NOTE : This blurb sets inside my Thrilled Au, after the Bratty Rendezvous chapter which i have yet to upload, though i will upload it very soon. So basically this fic is the filler chapter and a teaser for the two upcoming chapters of thrilled! so i hope that makes sense and i hope y’all enjoy it. Happy holidays and Merry christmas! Take care, x D

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He felt her before he even opens his eyes, a small smile threaten to quirk at the side of her lips in response to the feeling of small kisses all along his face down to his neck— the oh so warm familiar kisses by the love of his life.

“Matthew wake up.” Y/N whispered, giggling to herself as she felt him grunt below her at the feeling of her sinful lips nips and bites onto his skin, “It’s christmas morning, come on daddy.” She whispered once more, but this time doing it with grinding down where her bum was sat prettily atop of his crotch, just enough to make him wrap his hand around her neck.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” His grip tighten a bit just then, as her eyes closed and a smile etched beautifully onto her lips. Matthew scoffed at her reaction before sitting up on the bed, bringing her up with him so he could lean against the headboard.

“J-just waking you..” Was all that she could manage, with shallow breaths and innocently batting her lashes up at him. “Oh, princess..” He murmured as he finally took in the sight of her.

She’s perched up beautifully on her lap, with her thigh high christmas themed socks, his sweater and a collar— a special one he had gifted her a few days prior, with the color red and his named engraved on the inside lining where nobody could see but she certainly could feel. On the outside, it might look like a normal choker necklace but they both know very well that that’s not the case. Its a symbol of him, latched onto her every second of the day— its their dynamic, its how they work.

“You look like a dream, little one..” He gasped, as she whines on his lap, a perfect little noise reserved only for him, making his hard on pressed oh so good against her bottom. “Dressed up for y-you!” Y/N exclaimed happily and slightly out of breath by the way Matthew’s grip just tightens and tightens— just like he was trying to squeeze the cuteness out of her.

God, you’re his, and his his his only.

“I know baby, so so pretty for me, being so so good.” He gave her cheek a pretty light slap, just to make her gasp and leave her sweet little mouth open slightly— all messy and beautiful. “Thank you daddy, just for you.” She smiled then, awaiting for his instruction just like how he likes it— or more importantly, just like how she craves it.

Matthew cocks his head to the side a little as he contemplates on what he’s going to do with her, it’s always like this with them— just wanting to do so many things, explore everything, explore each other’s limits, especially hers. Always hers, he thinks, whatever makes her happy.

So with a simple instruction he lessen the grip on her neck before pressing a small kiss on her forehead, “Go to our room now, and be on your position, daddy has to make some calls for our party this evening but you better be on your position by the time i get there or else.” He taps her cheeks twice, eyes pierced onto hers— as she nods a little, “yes daddy.”

“Go on.” She smiled before pressing a gentle peck to his lips, getting up and padded her tiny feet towards the door, “Oh and princess?”

“Yes daddy?”

“anything off but the socks and your collar.”

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He’s doing this on purpose, your mean mean daddy is doing this on purpose— making you wait on your knees by the bench inside your dungeon, just waiting and waiting until you feel your knees beginning to fall asleep on you. But you tried your best to be presentable, just how daddy likes it.

Your body jumps a little when the sound of his footsteps rang through the room, sound of the door closing has your feet tingling and your cunt wet, oh he could definitely see the glisten gleam from it for sure.

“I thought you’d be well acquainted with my rules by now, pup.” He let out a disapproving sigh, which made your cheeks warmer and you instantly straighten your back, part your thigh a little and gulps— trying to remember what you did wrong this time.

“I—“

“Ah ah, you know better than to speak without my permission in this room do you?” He scoffed, walking around the room just to tantalize you, sending shiver up your spine. “you were good this morning, so good that daddy had half the mind to make you cum but now i’m not so sure.” He adds, which earn a gasp from you, Oh how you wanted to cum, you want to cum so so bad, the last time you did was a week ago when you were still in Paris— but right after your little bratty rendezvous there was no way in hell, he’d let you cum, oh no no, kitten doesn’t deserve to cum until master says so.

You bit your lip in agony, trying to block the tears that were about to slip from your pretty eyes down your heated cheeks, just trying to do anything he asks— anything. You let out a gasp as he tilt your chin up, which he cooed at and sigh softly, whilst his thumb brush side to side on top of your lips.

“Look at your tears, baby. Do you think it’ll work? hm? you think because daddy’s little elf put on a show this morning, that daddy is going to let this slide?” He pouts condescendingly, watching as the tears finally dripped down your cheeks, oh he wanted to photograph this so bad, his little fairy.

“Go on, answer daddy.” He pats your cheek with his thumb as you tried to find the courage to speak, “I-I’m sorry d-daddy.. i.. please..” Matthew sighed softly, seeing the genuine regret behind your eyes has him reprimanding your punishment, daddy was a tamer, but he was and will always be fair— forgetfulness is a human mistake, besides it’s christmas, and he figured he needed to give you something from all the torture you’ve endured since Paris.

“Up, princess. Let daddy braid your hair.” He tugged her collar a little which earned a gasp from her, though it was a combination between the sensation on her neck and realization on what she did wrong, “Daddy i—“

“Shh, up.” He cuts you off before you could mutter an apology, or several apologies. You should’ve known better, if he told you to be on position, what he always meant is for you to be on your knees by the bench, with your hair untied specifically because he likes to braid you before play time, and today you’ve put your hair up, completely forgetting a clear important rule. Matthew helped you get on your shaky feet, as you trembled a little, whispering a small, “thank you daddy.” Before facing the bench, back toward him so he could process on your hair.

“Tell daddy why he’s punishing you tonight.” He hummed behind her, fingers expertly tangle and untangle through her hair, looping each side to the center as he formed a perfect braid from the top of her hair and making his way down. “Because i forgot daddy’s rule.” You muttered shakily, voice laced with regrets at yourself for disappointing daddy.

“Which rule is it, pup?” His voice seemed so close now, she could practically feel his warm breath against her skin that she zoned out for a moment before a tug on her hair brought her back, “I— i didn’t untie my hair, sir.”

“Why is it important?”

“Because daddy needs to braid my hair, and.. and it teaches me to.. remembers daddy’s rules.” You finished with a sigh, before feeling a soft kiss placed on top of your shoulder blades, “10 with my hands. Go and bend over the bench, bunny.”

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Y/N braced herself as she felt the stinging, heated sensation smacked across her bottom, making her grip tighten onto the railing bench and her body shakes a little. “F-Five, thank y-you daddy.”

“Color?” Matthew pressed his palm against her stinging skin as he try to soothe the aching pain a bit, it’s true that they both love this— loves the thrill, the pain, and the overall pleasure that comes from this. However, Matthew would never enjoy hurting his bunny without any context, or out of proportion, it might look like he has all the control but they both knows well that she has all the control, if she wants to stop, she knows what she needed to say.

“G-Green sir please.” Oh how he loves the way her voice croaked underneath him, the way she arched her back toward him— as if asking for more, ready for more just as she deserve, as she behaved. So he delivered then, 3 slaps in a row as she cries out between each milliseconds, and sobs out the thank you’s and pleas.

“just two more now, y’think you can take it, petal?” Matthews hand crept up to where your collar snuggly wrapped around your neck, thumbing the soft leather as he makes sure you’re still okay which you confirmed by a ‘yes daddy, please continue’

The last two slaps were unexpected, catching her off guard as it landed way way below where her cunt drips dewy sweet honey, and where her by now— swollen little pearl sits, making her jumps and scream out in a blissed pleasure. “Fuck! oh! nine ten! daddy thank you!”

“Shh shh, come here, good girl.” Matthew gently helped her stand before picking her up bridal style and sit down onto the bed which was installed on their room, his lips were pressed tightly onto her forehead as he soothes her aching skin and mumble calming words. “It’s okay, ‘s all over, such a good girl, little one.”

“Daddy...”

“Yes angel?”

“Do i deserve to cum now?”

“Oh petal, you will be begging to stop cumming later, just you wait.”

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BNHA College AU - Dabi

Major: Graphic Design

Minor: Business

Sports: Nope

Clubs: He’s not necessarily in the Shogi club, but he competes in tournaments just because he’s so good at it

Dabi has two reasons for going to college: to prove to everyone, mainly his dad, that he can be successful despite what they say, and to force his dad to spend a lot of money

He hangs out with all the labeled creepy people (save for Keigo, but even then he won’t hang out with him in public cause Keigo’s pretty popular), cause of his scars and resting bitch face people are generally too scared to talk to him so he stayed with the people who didn’t judge him for that

He got his scars in an accident when he was young, the house had gotten set on fire and he got trapped inside after saving his little brother Shouto, who luckily got out with only a scar on his face

Overall dabi was lucky to have survived the ordeal at all, having inhaled so much smoke and being so burnt, but by some miracle he turned out fine, and his scars, other than being a permanent dark red and the skin being rough, weren’t too bad (basically he has the scars in the same general areas but they look more like how real burn scars would – there’s no staples anymore either)

He also changed his name as soon as he was old enough, wanting to create his own identity rather than the one his dad had crafted for him

Dabi works at a tattoo shop near campus, he’s always been pretty good at art and loves tattoos, so he decided he might as well get a job doing something he actually likes. He’s given himself a few tattoos too, and all of his piercings

Him being a graphic design major stems from his love of drawing, but him choosing graphic design rather than fine art or just drawing was due to him wanting to try a new medium, and then enjoying it

Then his business minor is so that he can open is own tattoo shop - he feels that owning his own shop and being successful in it is the best way to spite his dad, so he is all for it

He also lives off campus in his own apartment, he didn’t feel like bothering with getting a roommate

You meet him when you go into the shop to get a tattoo, you just had the sudden urge to get a tattoo so you walked in there and asked if there was any space for you, and turned out Dabi was free

You told him the basic design that you wanted, but also told him that he was free to add whatever he wanted which he greatly enjoyed, and he went to work

Normally dabi would kinda just do the work and move on, maybe make a few comments here and there if he felt like it, he wasn’t much of a talker anyways

But hey, you were cute, so he couldn’t help flirt a bit – and you didn’t seem creeped out by him like a lot of people tended to be, so he took that as a sign that you didn’t mind it

And you definitely did not mind it – you weren’t expecting the person tattooing you to be so hot, but it was for sure a welcome surprise. And you’d be lying if you said the smirk he flashed at you occasionally didn’t give you butterflies

After the tattoo was finished, it didn’t take that long since you had gotten a fairly small one, you were doing the stuff for payment and he went, “ya know, if you go on a date with me, maybe I’ll give you a discount on the next one”

Yes he was technically bribing you for a date, but again, you were cute and didn’t give him a weird look when he started flirting, even flirting back a couple times – so he was just tryna shoot his shot

“I’d like that. Even without the discount, though that would be a nice bonus.”

Sexy tattoo man asks you on a date? Who are you to say no

So you give him your number and give him a little wave before running out of the shop, already wondering where he was going to take you

Now, Dabi never wants to come across as desperate, and in all honesty he really isn’t since he’s not even looking for anything serious, so he decided to wait a few days before even texting you – making you worry that he had decided he didn’t wanna go out with you anymore

It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he didn’t, it’s not like you’d been crushing on him for months or anything dramatic, you’d met the guy once – but he was pretty, and fun to talk to, so you were hoping you’d at least be able to see where it went

Luckily though, late at night a few days after you had met him, you finally get a text, reading “hey its dabi, the guy who tattooed you. Still interested in that date?’

You almost ended up texting him right away, ready to get on with it. But nah, he waited 3 days, you can at least wait an hour or two – thank god you didn’t have your read receipts on

Eventually you got to it, responding ‘Hey – yeah I’m up to it. What’d you have in mind?’

Finally deciding he would save the both of you the time, he responded quickly, ‘nothing fancy, I’ll surprise you though.’

You said that was fine, and that was it for the night. You were just gonna wait until he told you when, and didn’t worry about it too much

But then that night, at around 7pm, you got another text: ‘you busy rn?’

You weren’t, so you said so, and he said ‘can you meet me back at the shop in like 30 min? We’re going out tonight.”

Bold of this man to not only assume you could make it in 30 minutes but to just spring your first date upon you like that – but you weren’t going to complain about it, other than the fact that if you wanted to get decently ready you’d have to sprint over there (you were lucky that the shop was close to campus – and that he probably assumed you went to the college here since you never told him)

But you threw on the first clothes you deemed acceptable and got any other small touch ups finished in the next 20 minutes before grabbing your phone, keys, and wallet and booking it towards the tattoo shop – only stopping to look at your reflection in a car window once you were up the street to make sure you still looked decent

Why were you putting in so much effort for the hot emo dude? You’d never know. But you wouldn’t be disappointed either.

You soon walked into the shop and were almost immediately greeted by Dabi. He was wearing ripped black jeans and an oversized black hoodie with black converse, simple but nice

“So what are we doing exactly?”

He didn’t say, just walked out of the shop, so you followed him back into the parking lot where he directed you to an expensive looking matte black car – which side note, he was very proud of. He bought it with his own money (I don’t know car breeds, forgive me for not specifying what type of car it is)

The car ride was pretty vibey – he has awesome music taste but he kept it just high enough so that you could hear it but low enough so that the two of you could talk, he generally doesn’t like small talk but you were pretty interesting so he let the conversation go wherever you led

Eventually you arrived at a big park with a lake and a bunch of tall trees, and you got out of the car while Dabi went to grab a backpack from the trunk – then he led you over to a nice little clearing right next to the lake and pulled out a blanket from his backpack and laid it out so you two could sit

“like I said, nothing fancy. We’re just gonna hang out.”

He had a whole bunch of snacks and drinks in his backpack, and you just spent the next couple hours talking about anything and everything – he loved when you asked him about tattooing and stuff, gave him a chance to brag, and he asked you a bunch of probably too personal questions just because he thought it was cute seeing you flustered

In the end, the first date was a success – and it led to many more. Many of which weren’t even classified dates, just more times where he would randomly text you to hang out, and each time you found yourself liking him more and more, and he shockingly felt the same

At the beginning, the best and most dabi could hope for with you was a kind of friends with benefits situation. He didn’t want a real relationship, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be close with someone

But then you came along, and despite you being very good looking of course, he wasn’t just waiting for the right time to ask if he could fuck you, he just wanted to be around you and actually spend time with you – not just turn you into someone he could fuck when he was bored

Regardless, he’s not very good at getting attached to people, it scares him, so as soon as he realized he caught actual feelings he kinda ghosted you for a bit, worrying you that you did something wrong – he wouldn’t respond to your texts or anything

So this time you stormed your way down to his apartment, where he had brought you a couple times to watch movies and whatever, and knocked on his door

Dabi, much to his disdain, was happy when he saw you standing there. So because of that, he didn’t immediately shut the door, and you walked inside before he could protest

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Why’d you disappear all the sudden?” Even outside of your crush, you considered him a friend, and you had hoped he did too, so you were worried

“It’s nothing… I’ve just been busy, don’t worry your cute little head about it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Dabi, I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair and staring back at you, “It’s – it’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about it.”

God he hated how concerned you looked, he could tell you cared about him and it weirded him out, but he loved it so much. He couldn’t help himself, as much as he wanted to push you away, he knew that he wanted to keep you around

“Still… if you change your mind, I’m here you-“ you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before his lips were on yours – something you very much weren’t expecting to happen today but you sure as hell weren’t complaining

“That’s what’s wrong. I think I love you.”

You could see that he looked scared, but he wasn’t pulling away, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, “Well, if it makes you feel better, I think I love you too.”

There was no formal asking out, just from that day on you were his. It still took some time for him to get used to it, not being familiar with how to act in a relationship, but with your help he got the hang of it

He loves when you watch him draw, he’s dubbed you his muse and therefore you being there helps inspire him

Wants to get matching tattoos with you eventually, and you know that if you want any more tattoos he’s gonna be the one to give you them, he might even let you do a tattoo or two for him

He’ll also do all your piercings for you, he’ll dye your hair for you - we love a boyfriend who supports you spicing up your look

Aw but you two dyeing each others hair would be so cute

Your relationship is pretty chill, like you guys only ever hang out at his apartment or go on dates in the middle of the night, sometimes clubbing or sometimes just walking around town, whatever you feel like honestly

You do go back to that one spot by the lake a l o t, you both love it there because it’s just full of memories of each other

When you met his friends you were probably a bit creeped out by them, you’ve never had any bad experiences with them but most of them looked pretty angry. But toga and jin were quick to accept you, and so you got to become friends with them too which was really important to Dabi because his friends are basically his family

When he told you about his dad – not him having to stop you from walking into his dad’s house and beating the shit out of that fucker, despite him very much wanting to watch you do it (he just doesn’t want you to get hurt/have to deal with the consequences of what that could bring – but if you were to bring out them fighting words during the next family dinner he’d definitely be very proud)

You’re welcome to move into his apartment whenever you want, after he’s decided he loves you you could propose and he’d probably say yes honestly- so you moving in isn’t an issue to him just tell him and he’ll help you bring all your stuff over

You might as well honestly, you’re there in most all your free time. You already have clothes in his closet, your school stuff is next to his - it just makes things so much easier

Besides, then you get to be around your hot emo bf even more than you already are, doesn’t that sound fun

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