#when ur grip gets tighter his does that :x face

[seishiroh]

— in which you're not okay and nagi is surprised how your anger changes you for split few moments.

you're having a bad day.

nagi is used to your softness, though. he's used to your voice sounding warm and collected.

but you're different today.

he's not sure what to do. a few months of knowing you and being in a relationship with you isn't really enough to figure you out completely, he surmises.

there's a frown on your lips and since the moment you walked in his place, greeted him "hi" with a forced smile, you've yet to give him attention.

additionally, there's an incessant ringing on your phone. this must be the third time. nagi's only counting because he's been trying to figure out what's got you looking like you could wreck everything around you if you could.

except this time, with a frustrated squeal, you're taking your phone instead of immediately hanging up.

the boom of your frustrated voice comes as a surprise as you yell out, "fuck off!"

nagi's whole body freezes up, his heavy lidded eyes wide with surprise, only bringing himself back to reality when his phone falls from his grip, slapping against his thigh.

you've hung up now, but it doesn't stop there because you're hurling your own phone down the carpeted floor. so finally, nagi stands from his position on the bed and nears you.

he doesn't want to push against what you've done with your frustration, so he steps across your phone to leave it alone.

he sits next to you on the couch, but when he's bringing you to his lap and you whimper, nagi realizes that perhaps he should've done this in the first place. breathing heavily, your hands reach to his arms with a tight grip only getting tighter with frustration.

"eh... yn, that's gonna start hurting," he mutters as if he actually minded; his own hands moving to place on top of your head, in contrast to yours, his touch is warm and gentle.

it proves effective, though, because your grip lets up and your tense body relaxes slightly against his hold.

"are you fine to talk about it?" nagi feels like asking such a question is like seeing if a snake would bite you if you offered yourself up to it. (it would.)

luckily, you shake your head instead.

"are you still upset?" he feels you nod against his chest.

"did you see i downloaded the shooter game i'm playing on your phone?"

nagi wants to see your reaction, but after a moment passes, all he gets is the small shake of your head.

"can you play with me later?" and nagi's voice is soothing, like he's letting you come down from your frustration slowly and somehow it's working.

"mhm," you answer him this time.

your voice sounds soft again, the palm of your hands running against his arm in an up and down motion.

and after all of this, you reach to place a kiss on his cheeks. just like that, you're back to him again.

and he learns there's still so much about you he’s yet to know.

#for the Unwell bitches like me :smh: LMFAOAOAOA #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #:: nagi #:: thread of fate #is this comfort im not sure actuallh #im just thinking nagi seems like the person who's calm when you're upset #yea #when ur grip gets tighter his does that :x face #lmfao

[hysteria-things]

I also have another idea (if ur comfortable) where like chris is ghost face and reader doesnt know but like she kinda catches him coming home after killing? idk then they like have sex IDKK JS PLEASE HAVE GHOST FACE CHRIS SEX PLS.

GHOSTFACE

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you uncover your boyfriend’s deepest darkest secret…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, mentions killing, anxiety, blood, arguing (?), chasing, oral (female receiving), degradation, hair pulling, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,479

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for pookie @imwetforyourmom :)

i hope it’s okay that he’s not in the mask when it’s happening but it’ll make sense when you read i promise😭

i’m brewing up A LOT right now i’m so stoked.

chris wasn’t next to you when you woke up, but you’re not surprised. he and his brothers tend to do things late at night because of their work, which makes sense because all three of them are night owls. you, however, are not.

on this particular night, you felt quenched. you get up from under the covers and walk your way to the kitchen in your shared house with your boyfriend. you grab a bottle out of the fridge and start drinking it, then your eyes land on chris’ backpack that’s next to the couch.

he always brings that with him, so he either just got home or forgot it. you shrug and continue to down the cold water, but then you hear the water start running in the bathroom.

you nod your head, taking a mental note that he did indeed just come home. as you start to walk back into the bedroom, a shine of white glistens from the moonlight. you turn your head to it and see that it’s coming from chris’ bag. it’s open ever so slightly.

curiosity gets the best of you, and you kneel to unzip it fully. your breath catches in your throat.

there have been murders happening in towns around you, but you never thought about them because the town you’re living in is very keen on security. you felt safe here.

the news calls the culprit ghostface because of the mask they wear, and that stupid mask does tend to creep you out every time you see it. the way it’s droopy just never sat right with you.

that so-called stupid mask is staring back at you, some blood is still left on it. you can’t help but stare at it, your breathing quickens the more you do so. you have to be dreaming, right?

but you know you aren’t. you grip the mask and march your way to the bathroom, not bothering to knock. instead, you burst through the door. you gasp at the sight in front of you.

chris is standing at the sink, dressed in all black as blood coats his hands and cheeks. it must’ve seeped through the outfit. his hair is messy, his eyes glancing down at the mask in your hand. thinking he’d be mad that you went through his stuff, you stay silent, waiting for an explanation. he smirks instead.

“is this some sick fucking joke?” you scream, gripping the object in your hand even tighter. you can’t fathom what’s happening right now.

“hi, ma.” he greets, turning the water off and walking to you to kiss you on the cheek. “you’re up late.” he carelessly takes the mask from you and walks out into the living room.

you snarl. he’s always been a cocky mother fucker.

out of rage, you go charging at him. “what the fuck, chris?” you say as you push him. he doesn’t go far though since he’s much stronger than you.

he chuckles and turns to you. is it fucked up that seeing him like this makes you more attracted to him?

you shake the thought out of your mind. stupid y/n. what’s wrong with you?

“what… the fuck?” you repeat, this time breathing heavier. tears start to trickle in your eyes. “i can explain.” he says.

you flare your nostrils at him, silently telling him to continue. your boyfriend of a year and a half has been lying to you, and you want an answer now. “i’m not the only one, you know. nick makes the calls, i do the killing, and matt deals with the bodies.”

you pity laugh. “this is crazy.” you run your fingers through your hair. what you feel right now is complicated. yeah, you’re scared, but not of him.

“i didn’t think it was important to tell you.” he continues. “we’ve been perfectly fine without you knowing.”

he cannot be serious.

“you didn’t think it was important to tell me?” you laugh again. “you’re fucking insane.”

you run for the front door and open it, speed walking down the porch steps. “where are you going?” chris calls out.

“anywhere. you are fucking crazy, chris.” you have no other words to say except something along the lines of that.

you hear his footsteps start to follow you, and this time you bolt it. “y/n, seriously? come back!”

the rookie mistake you made was running into the woods that are across from your house. you weren’t thinking, you just needed to run.

you don’t know where you are as you keep running, becoming out of breath from running for so long. arms wrap around your waist and twirl you around. you squeal, clawing at their arms and hands. “get off me!” you kick behind you.

“y/n, relax.” chris says, dodging your hits as you try to squirm free of his grasp. eventually, you stop fighting and let him hold you.

he turns you around so you can face him. “do you think i’d ever hurt you?” he asks.

you shake your head because it’s true. it’s not like you don’t love him anymore. you still do. “but how—”

“shh.” he shushes, taking his red-tinted hands and cupping your face with them to pull you into a kiss.

he leaves a kiss on your jaw before turning you around, your front side leaning on a tree. he takes his pointer finger and reaches under your nightgown. he smirks when he’s greeted with your bare core. “no underwear?” he teases.

you whine, pushing back on his finger. your pussy is aching for more touch. he kneels, getting a full view of your glistening folds. you gasp when you feel his tongue start lapping slowly.

he’s going painfully slow, so you whine and grind your hips back. he gets the memo and works his tongue faster, your hips still grinding to match the direction he’s going for more pleasure.

when his nose starts to touch your clit, you moan out a swear. chris starts sucking when he finds the right spot. you grip the bark of the tree and throw your head back. “right there, chris. fuck.”

your legs start to twitch when your orgasm rips through you, spreading your juices all over his tongue. he continues licking until there’s no cum left, and you whimper at the sensitivity.

you hear him unbuckle his jeans. they plop at his ankles, and he scrunches your nightgown to the small of your back and holds it there with one hand.

he moves your hair to the side so he can whisper in your ear. “i wonder what people would think of you.” he starts to go into you, and you gasp at the feeling. “not only dating the famous ghostface killer but getting fucked like a whore by him as well.”

he says that as he thrusts just his tip. you let out a choked moan. “please.” you whine. “fuck me.”

chris pushes down the front of your pajamas so your tits bounce out. he’s still thrusting when he squeezes them with his unoccupied hand.

“come on.” you groan, getting impatient. “please.”

he sighs, placing his hand that was on your breasts to your throat, bringing your head back so it can lean on his shoulder.

a loud moan falls from your lips when he starts to fuck into you from behind. his eyes look at your face that’s contorting to pleasure with each thrust. even though it’s dark, the dry blood on his face is still visible, and you find it so hot.

tears come out of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. since you both are standing, the angle of his dick is upward and hits your g-spot repeatedly.

your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open as pornographic sounds are not only coming from your mouth but from the sounds of your pussy taking chris’ cock as if it was made for it.

“hugging my cock so well.” he coos. “you’re clenching, ma.”

a hoarse cry leaves you. “oh, f-fuck.”

your entire body shakes with ecstasy, your orgasm streaking down his shaft. he takes the hand that was on your throat and grabs your hair. “you gonna let me cum in you?” he pulls. “huh?”

you try your best to nod frantically with his grip on your head, sobbing out whines. “here it comes, slut.”

for his last thrust, he pulls out and slams back it, making sure you take all of his release.

he wraps his arms around you so you don’t fall. he’s still buried inside of you because the both of you need to catch your breath.

he finally pulls out of you slowly, letting out a shaky sigh when he looks at what he just did. “i think we both need a shower.” he says sheepishly, lifting you off of the ground and walking through the trees to get back to the house.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #✎ ⤾ haleigh’s requests!

[worldlxvlys]

Chris fucking the attitude outta you

THICC BLACK GF QUEEN ( me )

Like if u want details !!

The D is fire 🔥🔥

oh he’s def ass grabbing spanking whatever ( if ur comfortable )

Def choking while he’s doing it !!

Literally has no intention of stopping even when ur like pushing his hand away ( IF U WANNA USE A SAFE WORD FEEL FREE BUT UP TO YOU )

Location?? Bathroom sink😛😛

accessory

chris sturniolo x black! reader

warnings: c’mon. it’s smut. p in v, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, squirting, cream pie, overstimulation, thigh fucking

a/n: happy bhm, hope you likeee <33

i look good.

i stared at myself in the mirror, admiring my features.

i wore a tight baby pink dress that ended right below my ass. it hugged my body perfectly and showed off my thick thighs.

chris hated when i wore this dress in public, but i love it.

of course, he’s never actually vocalized his opinion on it.

probably because he knows it won’t stop me.

while it does leave little to the imagination, it makes me feel confident.

and it always leads to earth-shattering sex.

while i continued to stare at myself, i heard chris walk up behind me.

“you look so fucking perfect ma, holy shit” he said as he looked me up and down.

his gaze stopped at my hair, staring at the curls.

“you missed one” he said as he gently lifted up a piece of my hair, showing me the twist i somehow managed not to get to.

“can you do it for me? the ones in the back are a bitch to untwist”

“of course, baby. and don’t worry, i’ll be gentle” he said, knowing how careful i was with my hair.

“thanks” i said as he slowly and gently unwound the two strands of hair.

he held it up when he finished, pointing to the end, “ look at how cute the ends are” he said with a grin on his face.

i stared at him through the mirror, lightly shaking my head at him with a smile.

his hands found their way onto my hips. he moved one hand down towards my thighs, while the other wrapped around my stomach.

“you sure you wanna wear this dress?” he whispered into my ear, making chills run down my body.

his tone of voice was completely different than what it had been not even two minutes ago. he glared at me in the mirror, as though he was daring me to test him.

i stared right back at him, smirking slightly “yup” i said.

“ ok, baby. how about i give you a little accessory ?” my eyebrows furrowed at this.

accessory? what is he talking about ?

“yeah, baby. i think my cum dripping down your leg would really make the whole look come together. don’t you think ?”

oh.

his words traveled straight to my core as i squeezed my thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction.

he chuckled at that, “you like that, huh ?” he placed a kiss on my neck and brought his hand to my thighs, lightly slapping them.

“open up, pretty girl” i obliged, separating my thighs for him.

he put his hand between my legs, pushing his hand into my panties.

“fuck, chris” i sighed out, reaching forward to hold onto the sink.

he pushed the dress up to my waist, giving himself better access.

“god, look at that ass” he whispered, striking it with the palm of his hand.

i moaned at the feeling, making chris look at me through the mirror again.

“feel good, baby?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my folds.

“fuck yes, chris” i moaned out.

“pull down the top for me, baby. wanna see those pretty tits”

i pulled down the straps of my dress and tugged the top down far enough to expose my bra.

it was light purple, one of his favorite colors to see against my dark skin.

“fuck, you trying to kill me ma?” he asked as his free hand immediately went to cup my tits through my bra.

without warning, he moved his fingers up and down my folds. they were moving fast.

“chris!” i screamed out in surprise, gripping onto the sink tighter.

he quickly unclasped my bra, throwing it to the side and moving his hand to my throat.

he lightly squeezed my neck while looking at me in the mirror.

“this what you were thinking about when you put on this dress, baby?”

i let out a strangled moan in response.

“is that what you love so much about it, ma?”

he sped up his fingers, making sure to graze my clit with each upward motion.

“shit, chris! i’m gonna-” he stopped moving his hand before i could finish, making me whine.

“why’d you stop?” i breathed out.

he quickly took off his pants and boxers. “enjoy it while you can, cause i promise i won’t be stopping again anytime soon”

he lightly pushed my back, bending me over the sink.

tugging my panties down, he gripped my ass with his large hands.

he guided his dick to my folds, lathering it in my wetness.

i squeezed my thighs together in response, making him groan out.

“fuck. love your thighs, so smooth” he ran his hands along my skin. “so soft” he moaned as he continued to fuck my thighs.

“feel so good around me” his head fell back, eyes closed as he continued to rut his cock between my thighs.

his dick rubbed against my pussy, making me clench around nothing.

without warning, he pushed himself inside of me.

a string of curses fell out of both of our mouths as he filled me up.

he began to move, snapping his hips into mine.

he let out a long groan “always so fucking tight, ma. jesus christ”

my pussy hugged his thick cock, and the suction-like grip made an obnoxious squelching sound.

“shittt chris” i whined as he stretched me out, the pain quickly turning into pleasure.

“faster, please chris!” i moaned out.

he sped his hips up, pounding into me rapidly.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” i moaned, my voice shaking every time our hips met.

“god, i love watching your tits bounce” he groaned as he squeezed them.

my eyebrows furrowed as i felt my orgasm approaching.

“c’mon baby, i know you’re close. give it to me”

“chris! i’m cumming!” i screamed out as i released on his cock.

his pace never slowed as he continued to drill into me.

he gripped onto my dress that was now bunched up at my waist, using it as leverage as he continued his movements.

“fuck, chris. feels so so good” i moaned out, barely able to get anything out above a whisper.

“look so good like this ma. fuck, i’m gonna cum” he groaned.

“yes! please, please fill me up” with that, he shot his load inside of me.

after a few thrusts, his pace slowed.

“fuck yourself on my cock”

my eyes widened, “what? chris i’m too sens-” he slapped my ass, making my body lurch forward.

“you wanted to wear the dress so i’d fuck you, right ?” i nodded.

he slapped my ass again, making me moan out. “start moving, baby”

i did as he said, pushing my hips back into his. i looked back, watching his dick disappear into me.

the sight of our pleasure covering his cock while i fucked myself on it turned me on even more, fueling me to move faster.

i rolled my hips into his, push them against him quickly.

“fuckkkk yes, that feels so good baby” he groaned as his eyes rolled back.

“yeah? you like it when i use you like this?” i asked as i felt another orgasm coming on.

before i knew it, i felt chris’s hot cum inside of me again.

the feeling of him dripping down my thighs sent me tumbling over the edge.

his thrusts slowed down slightly as he opted for deep, hard thrusts.

“holy s-shit, chris” i cried out as my back arched.

“so fucking good, how are you real?” he mumbled.

he started to get impatient and sped up his thrusts again.

my mouth hung open and all i could do was sob at this point.

i reached behind me, trying to get him to stop somehow.

he brought my arm back to the sink, placing his hands on top of mine.

“something you wanted to say?” he asked. i shook my head in response.

“no? then be a good girl and take it”

he moved his hands, still holding mine, and guiding them to my boobs.

“ you’re doing so good, baby. you almost there ?”

too tired to speak, i nodded my head in response.

“yeah? come with me, baby. let it all out” he whispered into my ear.

this time, my juices shot out of me, making him pull out and rub himself against my ass.

he came with a loud groan of my name, spilling his seed onto my lower back.

i stood up straight after a little while, stretching my limbs out.

i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, taking in my sweat-covered face.

fuck. so much for that twist-out.

“so, you ready to go?” he asked.

i stood there, looking at him crazily.

“what?” he asked, obviously confused.

——————

ahhh hope you like this 🙈

masterlist

tag list: @lovingsturniolo @lustfulslxt @gwenlore @flowerxbunnie @sturnssx @mattslolita @its-jennarose @sturnspepsi @sophssturn @bernardsleftbootycheek @queen161718 @chrisdevora @cupidsword @nickmillersn1gf @stramboli4life @mattsneezing @chrisstankyleg @sturniolobltch @vib3swithanuk @ciarasturn1 @bethsturn @bernardenjoyer @mbbsgf @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @ssturniolo @blueeyedbesson @mxqdii @sturniolowhore @rheaakayourname @defnotayonna @urmom2bitch @abbie13sworld @starsturniolo @hearts4chriss @theyluv-meee @sturns-posts @carolinalikesthings @itzdarling @chrisstopherfilmed @judespoision @sstvrnioloo @littlebookworm803 @nicksdrpepper @chrisloyalgf

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris x reader #black reader #sturniolos #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fic #smut

[mrvlbimbo]

eddie cockwarming fic pls im eddie with ur eddie posts no joke

Oh my friend. Theres nothing I love more than a good cockwarming fic in the morning (it’s 3:41 pm currently)

Don't move

eddie munson x reader

500 words

nsfw under the cut

You’re trying very hard to focus on your papers. College work isn’t easy and Eddie is making it harder by breathing down your neck. You would be mad if it was anyone else, but it’s him so it’s utterly adorable.

You’ve only got one of his shirts on and he’s all worked up but he’s trying to be good because he knows you’re trying to get work done.

His arms are draped over your shoulders and his chin is resting on your forehead. Every once in a while he sighs or whines, alerting you to his presence in case you had forgotten. 

You weren't going to forget he was there anytime soon though because him being that close to you was making you embarrassingly horny. 

So you turn around in your seat and stand up, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your head against his chest. It was obvious he was craving attention just from the way he melted into your touch. And from the fact he’s sporting a pretty obvious erection. 

You reach down to give his situation a little attention, cupping his cock gently through his pants. “Fuuuuuck,” he whines, trying to contain his excitement so you can get back to your work. 

“That good?” you tease as he buries his head in the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassingly flushed face. 

“Don’t tease. I know you have to work.” He’s pouty as he steps away to sit on the bed and mope while you work on whatever stupid essay is taking up your time instead of him. 

“Eddie, babe.” He perks up when he hears you say his name in that breathy voice that he easily recognizes the meaning of. 

He promptly walks back over to you and stares down at you eagerly, awaiting whatever is so important that you have to call him in that tone of voice. “Sit down,” you order, lightly pushing him back into the desk chair. 

Now he’s interested. How are you going to do your work if he’s in your chair? You fall to your knees and make quick word of unbuckling his belt and freeing his already hard cock from the confines of his jeans. Oh, that’s how.

“You good?” you ask before sitting on his lap. 

He nods furiously, grabbing your hips and tugging you to him to press your back to his chest with such vigor you’re surprised he doesn't flip the chair. 

You fumble around, trying to help him slip it in. Your efforts are not helped by him squirming and whining the whole time. Eventually you angle it right and he bottoms out pleasantly. 

He groans roughly, gripping your hips tighter and thrusting up into you. 

“Don’t move,” you demand, returning to your work as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you.

He really does try his best but by the time you're done he's a whimpering mess, having been edged for over an hour. When you finally set down your papers he's thrusting into you with impressive stamina, trying to get you to the edge as well because he knows he cant last long.

Before he can move you tell him "I have another assignment I just felt like you needed a little treat." You reached back as much as you could and kissed his cheek.

And so he sat there for another hour or so, watching his cum seep out from the place where you were connected.

ok holy fuck that was filthy I hope y'all enjoyed I need an ice cold shower.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction

[daemour]

Pairing: yandere! San x f!Reader

Genre: Some fluff, angst, yandere au, established relationship au

Warnings: Murder, blood, violence, creepy waiter stares at ur boobs

WC: 1182

Summary: You and San are trying to have a nice dinner when a waiter gets a little too close for comfort...and San is having none of that.

This is a collab between me and @sanjoongie <3 she wrote san's pov and let me tell you, it is BONE chilling! ^^ please make sure to read and enjoy her side of the story too <3

-

“What do you want to order?” your boyfriend asks, thumbing through the menu.”I don’t care what or how much—it’s on me. You just have to make room for dessert.” You laugh at San’s eagerness, only to look up and see him staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“Thank you, baby,” you hum, leaning over the table to kiss his lips softly. “This place looks so nice. I’m glad it’s right by us, we can just go again if we don’t get everything we like.”

San smiles, turning his head to kiss your lips properly before pulling back, a starry look still in his eyes. “Of course, love. Whatever to make you happy.”

Your cheeks burn at his sweet words and you busy yourself with the menu again.

“Are you two ready to order?” A waiter approaches your table, a smile directed at you and you flash a quick one back before looking back down.

“Uh, San, do you have an idea?”

Your boyfriend hums. “I’d like to get the steak, but I’d like to replace the salad with the potatoes. And if we can get the truffle fries as an appetiser that’d be great. Babe?”

“Uh, sure. Could I get the French onion soup? And if I could have some decaf coffee with that?” You glance up at the waiter and are utterly embarrassed to realise he’s not looking at you but down your collar at your tits. You scoot over, smile fading. “Black is fine,” you mumble out, your hand gripping the menu just a little tighter. The waiter nods, and with one last quirk of the lips, he’s taking your orders to the back of the house.

San frowns at your act, leaning forward. “Are you okay, my love?”

You shrug, pulling the collar of your dress up a little. How you wish you wore something else. “Waiter was staring at my boobs but whatever. I’m just excited for the food.” You send a small smile to your boyfriend, who returns it but with some annoyance brewing behind his eyes. But thankfully, he lets it slide.

“He should keep his eyes on his little notebook,” is the only snarky response San mutters under his breath, and the rest of the dinner goes smoothly. The two of you joke and laugh, and San moves to sit on the outside of your side of the table so when the waiter comes back he has no choice but to look at San in the eyes instead. It makes you giggle the tiniest bit and San leans into your shoulder as his shoulders shake in silent amusement at how happy you are.

“Hey babe, I’m going to head to the bathroom. Can you grab the check? And you can warm up the car if you want.” San pecks you on the cheek before standing and pulling on his suit jacket, his gloves half hanging out of the pocket.

“Stay safe and don’t fall in,” you joke and San chuckles at the bad joke you always say, shaking his head and not gracing you with a response as he hands you his wallet to pay and heads towards the back.

You finish your coffee, gather your items, and pay, but then you belatedly realise you didn’t even get to have dessert. A pout forms on your face. Dessert is easily the best part of dates with San, and now you don’t even get to have that.

“San?” You call through the men’s bathroom door. “Are you in there?”

You pause, but no response. With a sigh, you tap your foot and turn, looking around the restaurant to see if you can catch sight of his familiar blonde hair, but to no avail. But what does catch your attention is the slightly ajar door leading outside to your right and curiosity gets the better of you.

“San-ah, could we get ice-cream?” You call as you carefully step your way through the door, hiking up your skirt to not let it catch on the rugged wood.

You look to your right and see the street. You look to your left, and a scream lodges itself in your throat. There is your sweet, beautiful, loving boyfriend with blood on his hands and face as he holds a waiter…the waiter against the brick wall and a crazed grin pulling at his lips. The horror that you want to express does not come out the way you want. Instead of a shriek ripping its way out, all that you can conjure is a soft “San?” and a choked sob.

Your boyfriend’s head snaps toward you, the almost demonic smile softening as he sees you. You step towards him before stopping at the corner of the dumpster they’re behind, not willing to step even closer to the limp body.

“San, that man–” you try to say, reaching out and grabbing onto his sleeve, but San pulls his arm out of your grip as gently as he always handles you.

“My purpose is to protect you, my love. Let me do my job.”

Your eyes widen as he drops the waiter to the ground behind a dumpster, bending down to callously wipe his gloves off on the waiter’s jacket before moving closer to you.

“He won’t bother you anymore, my love. Now let’s go get ice cream,” he hums carelessly, pressing his lips to yours. You can’t tell if you want to gag at the metallic taste entering your mouth or not, but all you do is swallow your beating heart back down and nod with a shaky smile.

He wipes his face with his gloved hands before leading you to the car and driving you to your favourite ice cream parlour. He orders two vanilla cones, passing one to you as you find a booth in the corner.

You can’t quite focus on your ice cream, though. It’s quickly drooping as you lick it slowly, your eyes fixed on San. If it wasn’t for your direct witness, you’d almost not know what horror he just committed. He takes large bites of his scoop like he always does, a cheerful look on his face and no trace of malice anywhere.

“Aren’t you going to eat yours, babe?” San’s saccharine voice pulls you out of your spiralling thoughts and you quickly lap at the melting vanilla dessert. “Are you feeling okay, honey?”

You nod quickly, unsure of what to say if you should say anything. “Yeah, yeah, baby. I’m just tired.” It’s an unconvincing lie and you let your lips pull into a smile to do your best to convince him further.

San smiles back, softly, but you can’t help but still see the twisted one flash in your memory. And the worst thing is that you can’t tell whether you hate it or not. “I love you forever,” San hums, leaning over to steal a bit of your ice cream and kiss your temple.

“I love you forever,” you repeat, and you feel deep in your heart that it’s not a lie, not now, not ever.

#ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez san #san x reader #san fanfiction #san fanfic #san fluff #san angst

[writeshite]

it’s ur fellow anon here. !!

just wanted to request bratty!sub!steve harrington x dom!male reader smut!

steve wants to be a brat to y/n abt something stupid, so be it. he gonna get punished tho 😏

I’d really appreciate it if you responded, but ik u might be busy. much love🫶🏽

Guilty As Charged

Summary:

Well, as it turns out, in this relationship between you and Steve, Steve is what the cultured man would call a sub, now you were a calm dom, and while he appreciated the careful adoration and slow pace you set, Steve personally loved it more when you laid into him rough. And what is the best way to get what he wants? Channel his inner shithead, and drive you up the wall, which is precisely why Steve is currently spread across your lap and doing his best to piss you off.

Pairings:

Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Tags:

Bratty Sub!Steve Harrington | Dom!Reader | Smut | Biker!Reader | Cockwarming

Words: 675

Author's Note:

I made Reader a biker because I can and I'm sorry this turned out short 😅

Steve is a careful-ish guy; he’s smart; he knows if you push someone’s buttons far enough, they’ll snap. It happened with Nancy back when he was the biggest douche to grace this side of Indiana. Granted, he also has the self-preservation instincts of a newborn calf, considering he did sort of fall head first - literally - into you when you rocked up to Scoops Ahoy. Now seeing a biker - denim jacket, tattoos, scary demeanor, and all - rock up to an ice cream shop is an experience, especially when said biker makes you feel things. You can bet Steve jumped you the first chance he got - behind the counter during closing times - but you might ask, what does that have to with pushing people’s buttons?

Well, as it turns out, in this relationship between you and Steve, Steve is what the cultured man would call a sub, now you were a calm dom, and while he appreciated the careful adoration and slow pace you set, Steve personally loved it more when you laid into him rough. And what is the best way to get what he wants? Channel his inner shithead, and drive you up the wall, which is precisely why Steve is currently spread across your lap and doing his best to piss you off. Whatever he was doing was working pretty great because the grip you had on his arm was getting a bit tighter. 

“Babe, quit it,” you sternly said, “I’m trying to concentrate.”

Steve, being the bastard that he is, decides that isn’t enough of an incentive to stop; instead, he stands, swipes your homework away, and lies across the table. “The report’s due in a week,” he whines. When you still ignore him, he grabs your stationary and shoves it away before pocketing anything else you try and get. You placed your arms on the table and leaned down, “You’re playing a dangerous game there, Harrington.”

“Am I?” He asks flirtatiously, propping one leg up, “What are the rules? And what do I get for breaking them?”

You grab his leg and drag him to the edge of the table; he sits himself up, arms winding around your shoulders; Steve tilts his neck, and you hover along the skin there, placing the barest of touch. Something that slowly begins to drive Steve insane as he tries to drag you closer for more, but you keep your distance. Finally, you do as Steve anticipates, closing the space; you bite his neck lightly when the first hickey is down, and Steve is in bliss; you flip the script and shove him, face down, onto the table. Leaning by his ear, you chuckle cruelly, “You want to behave like a brat; I’ll treat you like one.”

“Arms out front, legs spread,” you command, “Now!”

Steve feels the red creeping in when he follows your orders, his pants come down, and he yelps when your hand makes contact with his skin. “Count.”

“Ouch! One, two, three….ouch!” He starts off rocky but doesn’t get any better as each hit gets more painful than the last; you get as far as fifteen, and Steve is clinging to the edge of the table. He looks at you over his shoulder, and you smile, hitting him one more time.

“Look at that; have I rendered the great Steve Harrington speechless?”

Steve groans, “No…just….” you don’t let him finish; pushing back onto the table, you yank at his dick.

“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” you grin, “See, that report needs to be done, so you’re gonna sit real quiet until I finish, got it?”

He grumbles something under his breath, though that’s taken back when you yank his cock again, “Ye–yes—”

“Good boy,” you sit back, unzipping your pants, and patting your lap, when he’s got you whole dick inside him, he shuffles and whimpers. You pull back whatever papers you can reach and carry on with your work, as Steve lies his head against the table, groaning and complaining all the while. “Now you sit there, and keep quiet."

End Note:

I'm getting to the other asks in my inbox just gimme a minute 😅 Stay Hydrated.

#steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #shiterequests

[pjsk-writin]

hello amichen!!!!

I wanted to request a polywxs x gn!reader with a reader that tends to hurt themself when they're frustrated? kinda like gripping their hair, scratching and kinda like punching themselves?

in a scenario where the reader messed up a show and start having a breakdown because they are scared tsukasa and the others are going to hate them for it

(dw I'm fine I just really wanna read that waaaa)

THANK YOUU!! also please take everything at your pace so you dont get overwhelmed and start melting like ice cream under the pressure! <3

-🎡

is it bad if I said me fr </3 but im glad ur fine weheh, this was vv fun and I promise I'm not melting like ice cream HFKSKDJG- I hope u like this !! <3

☆ FRUSTRATED HURT - (Poly!) Tsukasa Tenma, Rui Kamishiro, Emu Otori and Nene Kusanagi x Reader

If I'm being completely honest, I can see all of them doing something similar. Perhaps not as often or as painfully as you do, but they've had similar breakdowns

Which is why they don't notice your tendency to hurt yourself when frustrated. Sure, they've calmed you down during breakdowns before, but they didn't realize how severely you would hurt yourself until the show

You had a role in one of their new shows, and while it was certainly a very fun show, you ended up messing up one of your major parts. The others were able to cover for you, but you felt terrible

After the curtain call, you made your backstage, one hand gripping your hair while the other scratched so hard at your arm that you started to bleed

Tsukasa's the first to notice, and he panics so much that his panic brings everyone's attention to you both- He'll gently grab your wrists with wide eyes, "My lovely co-star, what are you doing?-"

The others slip to your side by that point, and Emu gives you a big hug from behind. She gently squeezes you, frowning, "Hey hey, you okay?? You can squeeze me if you need to!!"

Rui will place his hand over one of yours, while Nene does the same with the other. Rui frowns, looking at the scratches you made before leaving to quickly grab bandages

Nene, in the meantime, will simply give you a concerned look before bringing your hand to her face. "...I don't know why you did this, but we're all here for you. We always will be."

You were already tearing up at the gentle comfort and affection from everyone, but Rui came back with bandages and treated your scratches. He then kissed the wrapped wounds, looking at you with a sad smile. "Dearest, if this is about the show, I promise you're fine."

Tsukasa lit up at his words and nodded in agreement. "Yes yes, you're perfectly fine my co-star! We all make mistakes, but there's no need to take it out on yourself."

Emu nods, hugging you tighter. "We love you so so so much!! It's not very fun to see you all sad...I want to make sure you're smiling again!!"

They all then envelop you in a group hug, and you melt into it. Needless to say, they all make sure to keep a close eye on you from that point on and help calm you down during moments like it <3

Nene sighs before giving you a gentle smile, "Never doubt how much we care about you, alright? It'll take a lot more than a mistake for us to hate you."

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #emu otori x reader #otori emu x reader #nene kusanagi x reader #kusanagi nene x reader #🎡 anon

[6lood1etting]

Hi, could you maybe write some fem reader x Scout with crying and heavy degradation? My brain goes to the reader's team losing a match and Scout rubbing it in, only to be hit back at and Not taking that well. The competitive need for control results in a good beating in addition to the noncon side of his reaction.

HELLOOOO i know who this is ilyyyyyy <3 <3 anything for u. i shoulda made this a fic tho. TAKE HEED!! scout does a quick snuffing of ur flame at the end. hope ur okay with my long winded yammering! -`✮´-

tw for : beatings/injury/gore, rape, insults, and then snuff + implied necrophilia

✮ the fuck did you expect, getting bitchy and attempting to bruise a Scout's ego?

✮ when the runner came up to you during a shit match, bruised and sore, you already knew this wasn't gonna be a fun experience. the way he wore himself, his shoulders straight, baseball held tight in a white knuckle grip. worst of all, he wore this shit-eating grin that made your hands go numb with the effort to not rip at it like an animal.

✮ backed into a corner with no teammates, you didn't feel very confident in being able to slip away.

✮ he laughed at your stressed form, making you grit your teeth. his laughter was so. fucking loud. Scout was full aware of the upper hand he had, and the fact his team was winning, he held himself like hound who stood over deceased prey

✮ " what the hell do we have here, huh? quite a bit away from your teammates, aren't we, miss? " he grinned at you, baring his teeth in a cocky and aggressive manner, " dont'cha have some people to be helpin'? you losers aren't doing much good today! "

✮ previously hunched, you stood and matched his pose. he snarled gleefully down at you, sliding his bat from his shoulder. you snarled back, less gleeful.

✮ THUNK.

✮ one quick, easy kick, and Scout yelped like an injured dog. having his feet swept out from under him, his grin twisted up at you like he was scandalized. unfortunately that wasn't going to much more than just piss him off from embarrassment, not even someone with as little durability as a Scout would be down like the dead by a simple swipe to the shins.

✮ it was more out of spite than anything. you knew full well your own stamina and ability was worn down, might as well be unreasonable until he brings that bat down on your skull and you respawn.

✮ odd enough, he cast his bat to the side and tore you down to hit the ground similarly to him. the only difference being that you quickly get disoriented by the drop of your head against the hard ground.

✮ " don't really know what you expected, doin' some dumbass petty shit like that. " he roughly stabbed his knee directly into your stomach, leaning over you, making air shoot out of your lungs painfully in a grunt.

✮ you leered, and attempted to headbutt him, missing by a mile.

✮ " you're just doin' this to piss me off! you're not gonna fuckin' win. you and your whole team know this, you full well know this! what, did you give yourself brain damage on the way down here? did'ja? " grabbing your hair, he slammed your head back into the ground to emphasize his point. he dug his stupid boney knee into your abdomen even harder, if only to make you squirm from the pressure.

✮ " i can give you some if you didn't! " he would snark, and grab the fistful of your hair tighter so he could repeatedly slam the back of your head as hard as he could against the cold ground.

✮ despite your flails, he kept you pinned with his knee, and kept you disoriented with the repeated head trauma. all ragged breaths, he was doing this out of pure cruelty. truthfully he didn't come over with the intent on killing you immediately, he just wanted pure amusement.

✮ literally the only reason you are doing jack shit is because he's probably actively giving you a concussion. you feel like your brain is wobbling and bruised, you couldn't properly focus your eyes-

✮ pulling your pounding head to face him, you moaned low, and shakily out of pain.

✮ the noise made his eye twitch, and he paused. gears turned, and turned.

✮ " why do you sound like a whore when you're close to death? " he leaned his face close to yours, " is it cuz i'm mashing your brains in? awh, am I smashing you good? damn, you even kind of look cumbrained when you're this dizzy. "

✮ a fist slammed full force against your jaw. you felt it wetly snap out of its socket, the muscles pulling painfully as they no doubt ripped under the quickly marbling skin.

✮ the same fist slammed against your nose. whipping your head back, red spray quickly shot out of your nose and all over your face. it was embarrassing how easily your nose cracked under the force.

✮ between the TBI, the knee on your soft stomach, your bruised arms, and your sore legs, you were less than prime for fighting back against someone who had looked like they were freshly healed.

✮ Scout seemed to put these pieces together pretty quick. it was funny to see you flail though, you were like a fish.

✮ it wasn't long until he grew bored of watching the blood pool out of your nose. you weakly clawed him, trying to dig your nails as deep as you could get them. another fluid joined the blood on your face- tears. wrapping his hand around your throat, he felt his breath hitch.

✮ the man looked a little TOO decisive at that moment. the fuck was he-?

✮ his hands pressed on your windpipe, ripping at your already weak lungs, the clawing desperation for oxygen very quickly took over. it could've been funny how little your lung capacity was as of the moment, if he weren't a little distracted. you lifted your hands, trying to rip at his hands to get him to undo them. more tears flooded your expression. the color blue quickly joined. The enemy above you laughed shakily, his face turning an opposing red.

✮ " god, holy shit. you're crying just from this? " his voice was quieter, " just from this? i don't feel bad for you, then! could you be any more pathetic, you fuckin' loser? i'll show you something you can cry about, babe. "

✮ the suddenness of the pet name was weird, it promised something horrible.

✮ it made due on that promise immediately, impatiently. it wasn't long until you felt a breeze against your thighs. and then your chest. coughing from the sudden ability to breathe, you couldn't focus.

✮ Scout hunched over you, eyes running up and down your bruised body for too long. your shirt had been untucked, and pulled up to expose your chest. more worringly, your pants also were discarded. adrenaline pumping through you again, he quickly noticed, pulling out his pistol.

✮ " this is just the price you pay for being a sore loser, c'mon. " he sounded too unfocused to put serious effort into being pissed anymore. he moved quickly, and you ended up with a bullet through your foot. " don't wanna be a sore loser, do ya? " he was mumbling.

✮ your underwear had disappeared as soon as you came back from the blinding white pain.

✮ you felt his thin fingers slide through your slit, spreading you open briefly. you heard him wolf whistle, leaning back from his position to check you out. you felt nauseated from pain.

✮ " wow, wet, all for me? " he sounded genuinely surprised, but his tone was edged by mockery. he bit his lip, glancing around, and then leaned back over you. you spat something through your broken jaw, but most of your words failed to be uttered. he let out a barking laugh at your sputtering. both you and he knew it was the adrenaline, not actual arousal. didn't matter to him.

✮ you felt him shifting, eyes blurring as your head pounded from the hits, and now from the tears fighting their way out of you. slurring your words, you pushed him to stop, he had no right, fervently declaring that he should just kill you. there was no need to go farther.

✮ he just rolled his eyes, " i don't see anything tellin' me i don't need to do it though. good enough for me. your fault for being a petty bitch and then sobbing like that. " he had removed his own pants, and undergarments.

✮ you didn't stop shifting and clawing at the floor, blinking your eyes against shock and tears. you couldn't feel much more than pathetic with how you lacked the ability to properly fight him, and by the way the creep was almost immediately taking advantage of you when you were low on health, he probably full heartedly agreed. you couldn't see yourself living this down.

✮ of course he was hard already. you tried to push yourself away, hissing and abusing your already injured foot. his eyebrow twitched and he pulled you back under him easily. Scout was getting sick of you and he was getting sick of the fighting quick, as proved by the half hearted hit to your crooked jaw and the tense silence.

✮ the guy wasted NO time getting in between your thighs, and yanking them open. a shrieking noise left you, painful and tired. you let out a low whine, lurching forward and sitting up out of pure adrenaline, but it was quickly corrected by a swift push back onto your back. this did not make you immediately stop resisting, until he slammed his hands against your windpipe again, and rutted against your cunt.

✮ Scout stayed like that for a while, crushing your throat. " i win. i'm the winner. i win. i fuckin' win. " he spat at you. you looked away. he let go to force you to look at him. " look at me, yo- look at me. i'm above you. i am leagues above you."

✮ his tone is demanding. everything about him is too demanding.

✮ a few adjustments later, and he was rutting inside of you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. hips flexed in an uncomfortable position, he rawed the inside of your cunt.

✮ " say it. say it, say it, say it. say i'm leagues above you. tell me i've won and stop fightin' and i might stop. " he was just getting a power high at this point, eyes bright from pure joy.

✮ the match must've ended by now, did nobody bother to look for you? there probably was no other way out of this, was there?

✮ he stared down at you expectantly, hips still slamming into your own. the way he held your gaze made you want to throw up.

✮ you felt in your gut he wasn't honest. but yet... fighting was getting you literally nowhere.

✮ through your bruised throat and your shifting jaw, you gave in easily, pathetically. agreement slipped out of you like gasping breaths. you should've given up as soon as you were cornered.

✮ yeah, he didn't stop right off the bat.

✮ what did you expect? the guy was busy internally gloating.

✮ bile ate at your weak throat.

✮ the feeling of him fucking you make you feel even more ill than the creaking of your jaw. he didn't look at you anymore, eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed. he didn't bother considering you anything more than a means to an end now. he was the winner. he was the winner.

✮ completely flushed, he looked disgustingly self satisfied.

✮ it didn't take long for him to finally cum, though. as he bucked into you as deep as he could go, he let out a loud laugh, and sucked in sharply, clawing your hips. his entire face was pink with arousal.

✮ you grimaced at him, doing anything to look away. a small whimper choked you alongside the tears.

✮ not but a few moments later, cold metal pressed against your throat. he let out a shivery huff, and grit his teeth.

✮ one more shit eating expression later, " say hi to your team for me, freak! lets hope they don't get all nosy about where you were, huh? HAH! "

✮ he wasted no time after that.

✮ i can neither confirm nor deny if he even stopped like he said after the bullet ripped open ur throat </3

#tf2 #scout tf2 #scout x reader #antis dni #proshippers please interact

[lilacevans]

such a good boy | ari levinson x female reader

1,536 words. rated e;

mafia!au, puppy play (mainly use of ''good boy'' referred to as a dog, hound, puppy etc.) oral (female receiving), leg humping, soft dom reader, sub!ari

if ur under 18, go away. & please lemme know what you think!!

You and Ari attend a business meeting, and at the beginning the other boss you're meeting with just assumes that Ari is the one in charge; however, that's not the case. While you look dainty, angelic, like you couldn't even hurt a fly, you're the one who runs the family and will not hesitate to fuck up anyone who stands in your way.

But, thanks to your loyal hound, you don't have to, of course. You never need to dirty your hands again when Ari would do and will do, anything and everything for you; sometimes without even needing to say a single word.

The guy had come in with the wrong attitude right from the start. Stomping loudly into your club, along with his hoard of men, spoke down to Ari, and sat way too close to you. Continuously made flirtatious, skin-crawling comments, eyes gawking over your curvy frame; just generally being a fucking creep while trying to take you for fools.

Ari watches the guy as his eyes pass over your body, how he licks his lower lips as he glazes over every curve of your body; how he would slide closer in the booth and creep his hand towards the one you have resting on the table while he drones on about his proposals.

Ari's waiting on the edge of his seat for this motherfucker to dare to make the wrong move, say the wrong thing; and when finally does, by placing a hand on your thigh and leaning in close to your ear, Ari's reaction is instant. He knocks the table with the speed at which he stands on his feet, grabs the man hauls him up with a tight grip on his throat with ease. Men on both sides draw their guns and have them pointed in the direction of the other's while Ari snarls out,

''Don't you fucking touch her!” and squeezes his hand tighter, his teeth on show, and enjoying the sounds of struggling breaths coming from the man.

''Shush, shush, shush, it's alright,'' you begin to coax, lifting up onto your knees on the velvet booth cushion, reaching out a hand to your man in an attempt to gather his attention. ''It's okay. Take it easy, boy. Drop him, that's it, let him go.''

Ari considers ignoring your instructions, thinking you're being too easy on parasites like the one he's holding in his hand. They don't deserve to sit near you, look at you, touch you. They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you, but he knows better than to defy you and reluctantly releases his grip and lets the man thud to the floor as he gulps down air like it's water.

Ari fights back a snarl as he turns to you as you relax into your seat, swishing your legs to the side and pointing to the ground in front of you. Ari sits on the floor, facing you and curling his arms possessively around your waist as he lays his head on the meat of your thigh. His eyes flutter closed as you begin to comb your fingers through his hair, massage your fingernails against his scalp softly and pet the nape of his neck in an attempt to soothe the rage inside him.

''Aw, that's my good boy, there he is, so perfect and protective,'' you coo softly as he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh and lets out a deep sigh before opening his eyes to look back at the man who's clutching his throat while he coughs and stares at you both in fear of making another wrong move and upsetting the hound once again.

Ari would happily sit at your feet forever, protect you forever. Kill anyone for you, burn the world for you.

“You’re gonna get 5%, and you’re gonna take it with a smile on your face and lots of gratitude or, I’m gonna let him finish what he started,'' you say firmly before nodding your head towards the exit. ''Leave,'' you finish sternly before turning your attention back to Ari after the man nodded with a nervous smile and bolted from the club along with his men.

You snapped your fingers to clear the room, your men quickly making their way out, leaving you and Ari alone.

Ari doesn't need you to say a word, he manhandles your legs, lifting them with hands under your thighs, granting him access to nose at your throbbing cunt before mouthing over damp panties. Seeing him almost choke a man to death for simply placing a hand on your thigh lit a fire in your core, making you ache to feel his mouth on you.

''Ah, ah, ah, drop your hands. Dogs don't have hands, silly boy.''

Ari lets his hands fall to his lap, knowing better than to palm at his hardening cock as he laps over fabric; his moans and hums of pleasure sending faint vibrations over your clit until the point you can't hold back any longer.

You hook your arms over your thighs to help keep them up and hook a finger under your panties to pull them to the side, gasping as Ari's breath ghosts over your soaking cunt. Your heavy-lidded eyes watch as Ari licks a slow stripe from your leaking hole to your engorged nub, pulling a strung-out moan from within you.

It doesn't take Ari long to bring you right to the edge, his skillful tongue flicking quickly, rolling and waving over your clit, dipping down to lap the juices dripping from your hole, making you sing out loud, whining moans as you grip and comb through his long locks. Your thighs twitch, your breath hitches, rocking your hips against his tongue. His brows pulled together and groaning deep in his throat as he works hard to pull you over the edge.

He makes you cum with a shout of his name, tipping your head back and your back arching off the back of the booth as you roll your hips against his mouth as he moans triumphantly. You look down and your eyes lock together as he smirks and laps up every drop, making you twist and whine and push against his forehead with the palm of your hand.

''Ah, ah, sensitive- That's enough, puppy,'' You say breathlessly, dropping your legs as Ari sits back with a whine, not without stealing one last taste before doing so. Your heels click loudly against the floor, your legs still parted widely so you can stoke softly over your mound as you bite your lip and tip your head back, chest rising and falling heavily.

''Go on,'' you sigh out, sliding your foot between Ari's parted legs and pressing against his hard, clothed cock. ''You know what to do. Your turn, puppy.''

Ari doesn't need to be told twice, he gets himself comfortable, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your thigh as he begins to rut against your lower leg. Lips parted, soft gasps starting to fall from his lips. You tip your head back up to look at him, your fingers still stroking over yourself softly as you slowly watch your hound come apart.

“Such a good boy, that’s it, puppy. Oh, that feels good, doesn't it? So good for me, aren’t you? Yeah~”

It's not long before Ari's rutting furiously against your leg, mouth parted against your thighs, his deep moans filling the room, his eyes screwed shut with concentration before soon letting out frustrated, desperate whines because it's just not enough, he can't seem to find the right pressure, the right stroke, the right speed and it's becoming overwhelming and he's so wound up from the need to cum. He needs your hands on him, or to be fucking himself inside you, but he's too far gone to form the words.

He looks up at you hopelessly, unable to stop the rolls and snaps of his lips and he pleads through pitiful whines and sobs as you stroke his cheek and smirk down at him.

''You can do it, puppy, you're so close, you can do it-'' Ari lets out a loud, choked cry and shakes his head. He can't do it, he needs more. ''Yes, you can, puppy. You can do it for me, baby, you're right there. Be a good boy, be a good boy, and cum for me.''

You continue to talk him through it, hands roaming over his shoulders, through his hair, you pushing your lower leg to help with the friction until he finally cums, hips stalling and his body tensing up sharply as he comes apart.

''That's my good boy, I told you you could do it, you did so well, so good for me,'' you coo as you move your leg away and slide into his lap to wrap your arms around Ari's broad shoulders, feeling him pant against your neck and still letting out gasps and whines as you roll your hips down against his sensitive, spent cock until he can't take it no more and grips your hips to stop your movements as you chuckle lowly in his ear.

''Such a good boy. Let's get you home and cleaned up, hmm?''

#chris evans #ari levinson #ari levinson fic #ari levinson x reader #chris evans x female reader #ari levinson smut #lila writes

[yanbub]

them falling in love w/ u as ur best friend

albedo, xiao, kazuha and thoma x gn!reader

hcs, sfw, crack/fluff, cw: my favoritism on albedo, modern!au, 796 words

reblog or else kazuha is gonna cry

note: im leaving ? possibly but whatever. dont mind the possible typos, i don't proofread ok

albedo ;

albedo is usually smart but once he starts to notice some changes to how he feels about you, he doesn’t have an answer. you know that albedo has the tendency to be touch deprived — so touch deprived that people would’ve thought you were a couple already before you explain that you’re just best friends. but why does it whenever he holds your hand, his grips seem tighter lately? as if he doesn’t plan or want to let go of his grip? it’s possible that you’re overthinking but you know albedo. he was never this desperate.

him realizing that he fell in love with you as a big “oh shit” moment. it just came crashing to him and he didn’t even think of it thoroughly. with the wind blowing onto your hair on a late afternoon in the streets, albedo finally realized that he likes you. he realized a lot of things during that moment — he realized how he sometimes loses his rationality around you, how he’s becoming what’s lesser on how he usually is, and how you’re the person who can only make him unfold in such ways. albedo shook his head at you and smiled and you looked at him in confusion.

“albedo? what are you smiling so stupidly at?” you asked. “nothing. i’ll walk you home now, it’s getting quite late.” he replied.

xiao ;

the shy one, always wanting to keep your business to yourselves. you two still bond in public but it may just look like you’re just friends and not “best friends”. however, behind closed doors, xiao gets a bit of an attitude. he acts more childish alone with you — something that’s very much unexpected from the usually composed xiao people would see. but you find it cute on how his eyes sparkle at his favorite food if you get for him.

if albedo was confused about his feelings, xiao is even worse. he’d go through multiple stages on how to realize if he’s in love with you. it’ll probably be a slow burn too, since he has no idea if his feelings are actually romantic towards you or if it’s just platonic since he’s your best friend. he’s very much conflicted but wouldn’t him staring at you longer (than usual) be one of of the many explanations on how he’s in love? how about him being the shoulder you’d cry on every time it’s hard for you, and how about those times where he’d want to hold your hand longer?

he’ll need to clarify his emotions soon.

thoma ;

malewife (literally) and he acts like a mother to you. if you wouldn’t take care of yourself then he will. god, you can’t forget how antsy he gets every time you’re sick. make it a small fever or a cold he’ll be taking care of you. he knows that you know how much he cares about you, but sometimes he wonders if your relationship is really just platonic as your best friend. but how? how can it possibly be platonic when your lips would almost meet when you look at each other, squished at the large crowd? how can it even be platonic when he’d take you out on little dates (and yes, a date even though you’re “best friends”) during the weekend?

it’s frustrating. it was frustrating that thoma couldn’t even know if your relationship is even platonic at this point. he knows he loves you, he just doesn’t want to ruin what you have now and he doesn’t know how to tell you these big feelings he’s been holding onto.

kazuha ;

messing around the fucking library, watching movies together, it may seem that kazuha doesn’t hold romantic feelings to you as your best friend but he does. it’s visible on how he looks at you. everyone can see it — everyone but you. he knows that you can get… rather oblivious at some instances but this time it’s really obvious. he doesn’t get why you haven’t noticed it yet. were you in denial? do you not want to get faced with these hints he leaves every now and then? kazuha can usually read you (he’s your best friend after all) but at this issue, he gets so conflicted.

with a flick to your forehead, you yelp at the short period of pain that rushed at you because of kazuha. he sighs at you again before correcting you for what it seems like the nth time today, all because of your homework. he too is having other thoughts as he teaches you — why haven’t you noticed it yet? when will you ever take notice of his feelings? but he gave up on thinking about the matter.

kazuha is after all willing to wait patiently for you, anyways.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #gn reader #genshin fluff #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #thoma x reader #kazuha x reader #albedo #xiao #thoma #kazuha #i kinda lost ideas at the other 3 after albedo poopy >:/

[versadies]

hi dan! how are you? congrats on 1k!! for the prompt event, can i request libra + kaeya + fluffy angst in which the reader realizes kaeya is their soulmate when he lies, on a very stressful day for both of them, about them never being a bother when they need a favor, so reader starts avoiding him bc they become unsure on how to act around him? either hc or drabble is fine. thank you so much! have a great day!

bothersome (hc scenario)

penpal: i'm doing fine (other than getting ready for school in a few weeks), hope this is to ur liking anon ! have a great day as well <<3

prompt: libra the scale, lie-tattoo soulmate au

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: hc on how you avoiding kaeya after finding out he’s your soulmate.

includes: fluff/slight-angst, short fic, mentions of alcohol, reader overthinking, mentions of injuries

you need a drink. immediately.

when being assigned to a high class commission for the first time, you honestly thought things will go smoothly, even with reckless pallad tagging along.

but then the two of you came across to three ruin guards, causing you to be ditched by pallad and left you alone to deal with the three mechanics.

by the time you came back to mondstadt, you were filled with bandages covering your bruises and injuries littered all over your body, earning concerned stares from people as you pass by.

you could care less from the attention you received, all that was running through your mind is that you weren't able to complete a once-in-a-lifetime commission and missed your opportunity.

katheryne was more than happy to at least reward you for slaying the three ruin guards that was apparently a commission. despite getting paid by the end of the day, you were still disappointed.

as soon as you claimed your rewards from katheryne, you immediately took a visit to angel's share, hoping to find a certain man to chat with.

your eyes brightens when you spotted kaeya sitting on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"hey," you called, causing kaeya to look at you as he watches you sitting down beside him.

"rough day?" he asks with a teasing grin, gesturing your treated wounds. "how was it?"

you let out a sigh, quietly asking charles to give you your usual drink. "the commission? what can i say if i didn't do it at all?"

kaeya pats your shoulder reassuringly, taking a sip of his drink before putting it down. "care to entertain me with the details?" he asks.

"ruin guards." you said nonchalantly, thanking charles– who gave you your drink. "they all suddenly appeared and my partner ditched me."

he sighs dramatically in response. "what a coward."

you nodded in agreement. "indeed. what about you? got a rough day too?"

kaeya simply shrugs in response. "that's for you to not find out and for me to only know." he replied, swirling his drink around.

you stayed silent for a while, looking down at your glass with a blank look on your face.

now that you think about it, there was one certain commission with a generous reward that you could ask katheryne to let you do– not to mention the fact that with kaeya's help, you can definitely finish this commission in no time.

"say kaeya," you look at the calvary captain curiously, your eyes lands on his. "you don't mind if i ask you a favor, right?"

"are we going to bury or burn the body?" he asks jokingly.

he lets out a light laugh when he sees you rolling your eyes at his joke. "i'm merely jesting. you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you smile gratefully at your friend. "you have my thanks, kaeya."

as the both of you continue chatting the night away while enjoying your drink, you couldn't help but notice an itch in your covered arm, your hand constantly scratching on the bandage with irritation.

it wasn't until you removed the bandages the next day when you realized why it was itchy.

you were sure the words imprinted on your arm would haunt you for a while.

"you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you stared at the words on your arm for a while, unsure how to feel with your recent discovery. surely this was just a coincidence, right? but what if it wasn't–?

does this mean.. he finds you bothersome and annoying?

you frowned, your hands brushing against the tattoo whilst ignoring the pain from its touch. perhaps you should avoid him and not bother him unless necessary.

you let out a sigh, grabbing the new bandages you got from the cathedral and start wrapping it around your injuries, the thoughts about kaeya's true feelings about you never left your mind.

since then, you started avoiding areas where you know you'll encounter the man, whether it'd be angel's share, the knights of favonius headquarters, and even the entrance of mondstadt, deciding to go to the right entrance of the city and go to katheryne from there during the morning.

you were quite proud that you managed to get away from the calvary captain's sight, not minding the new change of routes and the hindrances you had to do in order to avoid kaeya like a plague.

this went on for a week. you no longer heard of the man and he the same. every time you see at least one glance of his familiar figure, you would immediately head to the opposite direction, ignoring him calling out your name should he notice your presence nearby. you're honestly grateful he didn't try to chase you.

even though you're okay with avoiding him, you couldn't stop your head from thinking about kaeya, wondering if he's now happy that you're no longer bothering him.

it didn't help that you've been debating with yourself on whether or not you should tell kaeya, a person who finds his own soulmate bothersome, that you're his soulmate.

deep down, you knew it was best to tell him, he deserves to know after all. besides, it's not like the world will end if you tell him, right?

you were simply walking around windwail highland– looking for certain items for a commission when you spotted him standing not too far away.

your breath hitches when you see him looking at you direction, spotting you right away. oh crap.

without another thought, you immediately turned away and started jogging to the opposite direction, praying to barbatos that kaeya isn't followin–

"my, i didn't know you'd be a slow runner." you felt your heart jump from kaeya's sudden voice, causing you to stop your tracks in surpirse when you see kaeya jogging alongside you and stopped as well.

he chuckles at your reaction, crossing his arms with a stilled-grin plastered on his face. "so now you're not running away from me anymore?"

you tried to walk away after those words, only for kaeya to suddenly grip your wrist and stop you from going anywhere.

"what do you want, kaeya?" you ask calmly, trying not to look at the man behind you as you stare at the direction ahead.

his grip on your wrist didn't falter. "care to tell me why you're suddenly avoiding me like i'm a plague? did i say something wrong?" he asks.

"it's not that."

you stayed silent, now unsure what to say. you knew that you'd expose yourself right away the moment you lie in front of his face.

you then sighed, looking down at the ground in defeat. it's now or never.

"am i... a bother to you, kaeya?" you questioned, scared of his response. will he lie again?

his grin faltered, taken back by surprise from your question. "what?"

you turn behind to look at kaeya, causing him to let go of your wrist. "i... i need you to be honest with me. am i a bother to you?"

you watched as kaeya stayed silent, looking at you with a serious look. "what made you think of such thing–?"

"remember when i asked you if you wouldn't mind me asking you a favor?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "do you remember what you said to me during that night?"

before kaeya could say anything, you slowly raise your arm to his eye level and lifted up your sleeves, showing him the exact words that he remembered saying on that night.

his grin completely disappeared.

"when i saw this the day after that, i had so many things to think about. i thought i should be happy that you're my soulmate– but why did... why did it had to be because of this lie?"

"y/n i–"

"i avoided you because i thought you think of me as a hindrance to you and i didn't.. i didn't want to bother you and your duty as the calvary captain." you explained, your shoulders slumped. "but i kept thinking if i told you that i'm your soulmate, you would've been disappo–"

your eyes widens when you felt his arms wrapping around you out of nowhere.

"i'm not disappointed that you're my soulmate, y/n." he said, hugging you in comfort. "if anything, i'm... relieved."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "what about... what about the favor? why did you lie–"

"i lied because it was a stressful day for me as well," he clarified. "yes, i did find favors bothersome at that time, but i never find you bothersome, so i had no choice but to say i'm okay with your favors because it's from you."

you felt yourself slowly relaxed when you didn't feel any itchy feeling around your body, letting out a sigh in relief as you continue to let kaeya hug you to his content.

"so does this mean.. you want me as your soulmate?" you ask hesitantly.

he smiles genuinely for the first time, holding onto you tighter and nodded.

"yes."

#kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #genshin x reader hcs #genshin x reader soulmate au #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin x reader fluff #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fluff #genshin imagines #kaeya imagines #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya alberich x y/n #genshin scenarios #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #kaeya x gn reader #genshin impact #genshin soulmate au #kaeya soulmate au #genshin impact imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin hcs #kaeya fluff #kaeya hcs

[venusiangguk]

hand-picked | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / famous!jk x sex worker!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, teaser, drabble

>>word count: 2.8k

>>warnings: glory hole au!!!, cocky jk, bad boy jk, stripper oc, sex work, sexual tension, awkward tension, hand job, blowjob, cumshot, cum on tits, pay for play, semi-anonymous sex, dirty talk, dishonesty...  that’s it i think zzz

>>notes: if u don’t like sex workers ur ugly and i hate u 😌 also ty to @wheresmymoniat​ for betaing n helping me out, ily <3 *repost bc tag issues don’t mind me 🙄*

>>summary: glory holes weren’t a real thing... at least until you’re on your knees for a stranger, cock in your face, with nothing but a curtain between you.

Despite your nerves, you grasp the semi-hard cock in front of you, attached to a nameless person behind the curtain. For a moment you wonder what the hell you’re doing, but the soft sigh that you hear brings you back to the present. You stroke up and down, watching as he starts to become fully aroused. The foreskin rolls over the pink tip on every upstroke. You bite your lip. The silence is awkward, but you think maybe the whole situation is.

 “So... what do you do? Like… not specifically of course, but are you an idol? An actor? You can be vague…” 

 Behind the curtain, Jeongguk, whom you don’t know the identity of, stiffens just a bit. Will his voice give him away? Maybe, but he was never one to turn down an opportunity to boast about himself and his achievements.

 “I’ve done it all,” His voice is airy, softer than he would like, but your hand on his cock is speeding up, and so is his breathing. “I’m good at all of it too.”

 You hum at the man’s response. Cocky. “Isn’t saying you’re good at a lot of things just another way of saying you’re not good enough at one thing? So you have to compensate by spreading yourself thin?” You gasp a small giggle when you feel the cock in your hand jump a little at your words. “Did you like that? It wasn’t meant to be degrading, but if that’s what you’re into-“

 “It’s not- that.” He doesn’t know if he’s denying your psychoanalyzation, or your keen interpretation of the way his cock reacted to your psychoanalyzation but one was more inaccurate than the other. He actually was great at most everything he did, no need to overcompensate like you assumed. 

 Your small hand tightens, and you rub your thumb at the underside of the head, you let out a small pleased noise when you see a bead of precum well at the tip. “Really? You’re starting to leak a little.”

 You sound amused and humorous and if Jeongguk had it in him he would be annoyed or even upset at the way you’re talking to him. You were basically hired help, a means to an end. He glances down his torso at his hard cock in your tiny, well-kept manicured hands. Your nails are a dark red, burgundy color. It complements your skin well, he thinks. He can’t see much of you, just your forearms, along with the bottom part of your tummy and your legs. You’re sitting on your knees between his spread out thighs, feet tucked under you. From the tight black leggings you’re wearing and the slim-fit long sleeve white crop top you have on, Jeongguk can tell you have a good figure. Your waist is tapered in, tiny and cinched, and your hips are wide enough to accentuate it, letting him know you’ve got a petite hourglass frame. You aren’t too skinny though, there’s a softness to your body that he likes. It’s not like he needed the tight fitting clothes to know what your body looked like, though. He’s already seen more of it than he is right now. His mind flashes to the club.

 You may be hired help, but you were hand-picked by him. 

 “It’s just-“ He contemplates what to tell you and settles for, “It’s been a while.”

 “Since?” You push. You hear footsteps outside and you hand stops, scared for some reason that you’ll get caught doing something bad. As if the door wasn’t locked and being guarded. Behind the black curtain, his hips lift just barely, urging you to keep going. Don’t stop.

 “Since someone’s helped me.” Jeongguk’s head rolls back when your hand starts moving again. It’s been at least a few months since he’s gotten off with someone, his hand being his only companion. After the situation blew up even more than it had in months prior, his leash was tight. No wiggle room at all. He was suffocating and desperate. He almost cried when his team propositioned this arrangement, embarrassing as it was.

 When he speaks, his voice is soft and everything is said with a sigh. He sounds so relieved, like it feels so good to be in your palm, like he’s been waiting for your hand on his cock forever. You blush, and right your thoughts. You don’t even know who he is or what he looks like. Still, you ask, “Does it feel good, do you like it?” Tone soft to match his.

 Jeongguk nods and swallows thickly. Eyes still closed, letting the pleasure slowly work its way through his veins. Then he remembers you can’t see him. “Yeah.” He breathes.

 You hum and keep up your ministrations. Not slow, but not fast either. You’re not quite sure what he likes yet, but the soft moans that flutter through the curtain at least let you know what you’re doing isn’t wrong. 

 “I like your hands,” He surprises you by saying. “They’re so small; soft,” A more vocal sound falls from his lips when you twist your hand on the upstroke. He’s chuckling when he says, “Kinda strokes my ego a little bit.”

 You glance at the cock in your hand. It’s pretty. Thick and pink. A pleasant kind of heavy in your hand. The veins running over it are subtle enough to not be ugly or intimidating. The only intimidating thing about it is the size. He’s big. And you’re sure he already knows that. 

 You snort. “I don’t think you need that stroked.”

 This makes him laugh a little harder. It’s a nice sound. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” He hums, you think you can hear a smile in his voice. It’s quiet again for just a moment before he says, “Will you- faster? Make your hand a little tighter too- yeah, like that.”

 His hips sink into the chair when you comply with his requests before he’s bringing them back up, subtly thrusting into your palm. You fight back a moan; you shouldn’t be getting hot for someone you don’t even know right? This was strictly business. Still, you can’t help the slight shifting you do, squeezing your legs together for a little bit of pressure on your pussy.

 Jeongguk notices. “Are you turned on?”

 “No!” You squeak.

 “You can touch yourself,” He offers.

 “No!” You insist, “I-I’m fine.Thank you though.” You say dumbly.

 He doesn’t say anything more, focuses on your hand on him, tugging just how he asked. His hand rubs over his stomach, flexing as he teases himself, his own light touches mixed with your strokes brings goosebumps over his skin. “Feels, so good.” He groans, eyes watching your hand under the curtain.

 Encouraged, you bring your other hand up and massage lightly at his balls. They’re hairless, the only hair he has is the small trimmed patch above the base of his cock. He’s well kept and has good hygiene. That alone was attractive to you, stranger or not.

 When you palm his balls, his legs spread as far as they can with his black cargo pants still around his calves, his big black stomper boots keeping them from being shed all the way. “Fuck,” He moans deep and loud for you. One of his hands comes down past the curtain and reaches for you before he quickly pulls it back. You think you saw a flash of ink on it, but you can’t be too sure, mind kind of fuzzy with poorly hidden arousal. The opposite hand comes into view, and your mouth parts in awe as he covers your own hand with his. It’s so much bigger than yours, completely enveloping it as he strokes himself off, using you in a way. Then again the whole arrangement was you both using each other. 

 “You’re mouth- put your mouth on it,” He sighs, pleasure just dripping from his lips. His cock is rock hard in both your hands, and you can tell he’s getting close.

 You hesitate. “Will… will you be able to see me?”

 Jeongguk comes out of his desire induced high a little bit and realizes what he said. He wants it, fuck does he want your mouth, but he probably should have asked. “No, no. I’ll lower the curtain a bit more if you want, and you don’t have to swallow. You don’t even have to suck it if you don’t want- like I know we have a thing going on but I would never like- force you I-“

 He’s rambling a tad so you cut him off. “I want to, I think,” You whisper, taking in his intimidating size again, “I just- if I can’t know who you are, you can’t know who I am.” You blush feeling a little childish.

 Jeongguk keeps the fact that he already knows what you look like and more or less who you are, at least on a surface level, to himself as he moves the curtain to the next lower notch, the bar resting just above his pelvis now. He can’t really see much of you at all anymore. “That’s fair, yeah, just-“ With your confirmation that you do in fact want to suck him off, he can’t keep the lustful neediness out of his voice, “Please.”

 You take a deep breath as you wrap both of your hands around his cock, the tip still poking out the top. Tentatively you lick at his frenulum and the sound that comes from behind the curtain is obscene. His hips twitch and everything. You want to hear his noises, all of them, so you do it again. You flick your tongue fast over the most sensitive underpart of the head, before placing wet sucking kisses to the same area, almost making out with the tip of his cock.

 “Oh my god-“ His body is pulled taut, and his hands are gripping the chair that he’s sitting in. “Fuck that’s- I love that.” He says, head dropping back, mouth open in a silent moan. 

 You moan against the tip of his cock, not able to hold yourself back anymore. Wrapping your lips around it, you take the head all the way into your wet, hot mouth, and suck. You lap up all the precum that leaked out, and point your tongue to play with the slit. The man behind the curtain is loud for you, letting you know just how good you’re making him feel. You get so lost in it that you don’t register him raising the curtain bar just enough for him to slip his hand past and push you off.

 “S-sorry,” He says, panting, “I was about to cum.”

 You make a small sound of confusion. “That’s okay, I can swallow- If you want me to.”

 Jeongguk shakes his head behind the curtain. “No, I- I wanna watch… see your hands stroke me off.” His request is quiet but his cock pulses in your hand, needy and hot. Already begging for release, despite you not being at it for that long.

 Wordlessly, you start stroking again, gathering the spit that’s on his tip to make the slide easier. It doesn’t take much time at all before his thighs are flexing and you can see the lower part of his abs tensing. 

 “Close,” He whispers.

 Jeongguk watches as your tiny hands fly up and down his cock, grip tight just like he showed you. He’s doing his best to not fuck up into your hands, wanting to just rely on you and your movements, but it’s hard. Small eager little thrusts of his hips show you how ruined he is. And it’s just a handjob. He knows. If he was present enough he would probably be embarrassed by how angry and red his cock is, swollen and hot in your palm. And he’s just so wet, leaking all over the place making the strokes of your hand loud in the room. 

 He watches as you hunch over some, to where he can see everything below your neck, and your free hand comes up to your shirt. He sees you struggle a little bit as do your best to get the collar down under your bra, with only one hand before squeezing at your tits. “Do you want to cum on them?” You whisper.

 “Fuck, please.” He whines high pitch and needy, all reservations out the window. 

 You hum, and work your arm faster over his cock, the rapid movements making your tits jiggle. “Do it, cum for me… cum all over my tits.”

 You can’t see him, but Jeongguk’s face is lewd. Pleasure so apparent on his features, it almost looks painful. His eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth open, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes are wet and glassy, so overwhelmed by finally getting help after so long of cumming by himself. He’s chanting soft, pornographic yeah’s and yes’s until his whole body curls in on itself, you can see the way his legs tremble as he moans, “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

 He forces himself to keep his eyes somewhat open, lidded and heavy with arousal, as he shoots all over your chest. You’re moaning with him behind the curtain as you work him through his orgasm, despite no physical pleasure being given to you, and that makes another small shot of cum dribble from his spent cock. You lean forward, careful of your identity, and wipe the leftover milky substance on your already soiled skin and black bra. You slap the slowly softening cock on them for good measure and Jeongguk groans.

 You keep playing with his cock, not sure if he’s the type to like it or the kind that wants you off right after he finishes, but he winces and reaches his hand under after not too long, stopping you.

 “Please,” He whines.

 His voice is fucked out, and your pussy aches, needy and wet in your panties. “Oh, sorry…”

 He laughs lightly. “No, no. Don’t say sorry… You’re like- so good.” Jeongguk sighs to himself out of your view. He’s leaning back in the chair, while running a hand through his sweaty hair. Little tremors of pleasure are still coursing through him, when he closes his eyes, blissed out, dazed and relaxed. Finally, after months of being pent up. “So, so good.” He murmurs softly, distractedly. 

 His hand that reached under the bar to grab yours to stop you, is lazily rubbing over the back of your hand, hold light and subconscious against his thigh. He probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it and you blush, shyly pulling your hand away. He doesn’t show any sign of even noticing and you both settle into a soft quiet, only your breaths sounding in the room.

 “Um.” You say eloquently.

 “Fuck sorry.” Jeongguk says, scooting the chair back to put his now soft cock away. He rolls his eyes to himself. Way to get stuck in the afterglow by himself with his flaccid cock in some girls face. “Let me get you a towel.”

 “Should I put the blindfold back on?” You ask.

 “Uh- Yeah.” He says stilted. This is weird. You just made him cum so hard he almost knocked out, and now he’s making you cover your eyes so you don’t figure out who he is. 

 You hear the hesitation in the man’s voice and assure him that it’s okay, while grabbing the blindfold you tucked into the waistband of your leggings. You knew how it went, you signed the papers. Patiently you wait until you hear him coming back and sense a soft moist towel being shoved under the bar. You blindly grab it with a soft, “Thanks.”

 “I’ll go wait in the bathroom so you can- I don’t know…? Get ready to go I guess.” You hear his heavy boots retreat to the bathroom, that’s located on his side of the curtain, assuring that he wouldn’t be seeing you on his way.

 With the blindfold off, you go about cleaning yourself. Your knees crack when you stand up after being sat on them for so long. Wincing, you run a hand through your long hair and walk over to the table where you left your bag. You leave the used rag in its place and you shoulder the purse. About to make your way to the door, you pause.

 “I’m uh- leaving?” You yell unsure.

 “Okay,” He yells back through the door. “Did you- did they- your- did they give you the-“ He stutters, not sure how to ask if you got paid.

 The wad of cash in your purse is heavy. Figuratively and literally. “Yeah, they did.” 

 “Okay… Good. I’ll um see you next time?” He sounds hesitant and shy. 

 You laugh. “Yeah I guess so.” And with that, you make your way out of the hotel, thinking that he sounds a whole lot less entitled and cocky than he did when you first got there.

~~~

hiii guysss! thanks for reading this lil drabble! This is kind of like a teaser for a longer fic i have on the back burner (let me know if you like the concept and want me to continue!) but i wanted to post something because i havent for a few weeks bc i have been soo busy with school pls i want to cry 🥲 i should be doing maths as i post this lmao. ANYWAY! thanks again for reading, if u liked it, pls like, comment, reblog, or even send an ask! love talking to u guys n feedback is always lovely <3

#jungkook x reader #ficswithluv #btsgoldnet #jungkook smut #jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #btswritingcafe #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook x you #jungkook fic recs #bangtansorciere #thebtswritersclub #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #bts jungkook #bts jk #jk #jeongguk x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst

[bts-bay-bee]

jungkook spanks you n fucks ur throat in his recording studio over those ripped jeans of his....... Please n Thank you!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x gn!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1098

Warnings: making out, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, cursing, cum swallowing, jungkook in ripped jeans, this isn’t proof read, at all.

a/n: my lovely anon, I know you sent this in February. I know it’s May. I’m sorry. I’ll be more active soon, but until then, enjoy the image of jungkook in those ripped jeans (which i cant find a picture or gif of - please send me one if you have it ☹)

“I need to go, Kook.” You laughed softly, trying to peel his muscular arms away from your frame. “I’m not getting yelled at by Yoongi because of you, again.”

“Yoongi isn’t here,” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His relaxed, soothing voice gave way to something you cannot help but describe as slightly whiney. Slightly. “You can’t leave me like this!”

A half hour prior, you had come to see your long-term boyfriend in his studio, after a few hours of him bugging you and continuously blowing up your phone. He usually became this clingy after a long week, something that had been happening way too often. So, to ease his conscience (and to give your phone a break from constantly being lit up with his messages), you snuck into the BigHit building, steering clear from any of the other members’ private spaces, knowing they would most probably snap at either you or Jungkook for ‘fraternising during working hours’ or something equally as boring.

Some way, somehow, an innocent farewell peck had turned into a full-blown make-out session, complete with a lusty-eyed Jungkook, not to mention his hardness pressing against your thigh as you straddled him.

“Quickie?” He suggested, his pout accentuated by his slightly puffy, pink lips. “I can get us both off and then you can leave.”

“Who said I was horny?” You teased, a giggle threatening to fall from your lips when you saw his exasperated features. “Maybe I’m just not in the mood, today.”

Even as you said it, you knew it was a lie – you were always in the mood when it comes to Jungkook – but if you agree to a ‘quickie’ you know you would probably spend the night in the studio, which sounds fun, but that couch definitely wouldn’t do great things for your back.

“Do you really not want to?” He inquired, trying to hide his fallen expression. “If you really need to leave, I can walk you to your car –”

“You’re going to walk out with this?” You murmured as a soft groan fell from his parted lips as you ever-so-slightly moved against his clothed erection. His hands came up to your hips, stilling your movements with a firm touch and clenched jaw.

“Don’t. Tease.” He ordered, trying to calm his heartrate, concentrating with closed eyes. “Let me walk you to your car –”

“Just let me get you off, then I’ll leave. I can’t let Jimin tease you again about being left with blue balls.” You mumbled, going from straddling his ripped-jean-clad, muscular thighs to kneeling on the floor. Before Jungkook could protest, you popped open the button on his jeans, mouth watering as you came face-to-face with his still clothed, throbbing erection.

“Baby, hold on…” He trailed off, trying not to squirm in his seat as you peeled off his jeans, his pale thighs coming into vision. Humming to get him to continue his train of thought, you pulled his underwear away just enough to free his length, then – without much thought –kitten licked the drooling precum that had beaded on the tip. A hiss left his parted lips, his hand automatically getting tangled in your hair.

“Hold on for?” You asked, using the continuously drooling precum to slowly pump his length.

“Not going to last long,” He muttered, doe eyes threatening to close from the pleasure being brought by the swift strokes of your hand. “It feels like I’ve been hard for hours.”

“Aww, poor horny little baby,” The teasing words fell out your mouth before you really had time to think about it. “Feel like you’re going to cum already?”

“Did I fucking say that?” He snapped, pulling on your hair slightly, making you slightly wince but mostly contributing to your suddenly painfully obvious arousal. Your hand faltered slightly; maybe you should have just had a quickie, allowing Jungkook to fuck you hard and fast bringing you both to your climaxes… He seems high strung enough to have you reeling from the snap of his hips.

Before you could say anything, the clock in his studio shone bright, reminding you that you really should have been home a long time ago.

“Fuck my mouth,” You begged, voice hoarse from your own arousal. “Please?”

Curses filled the air as he took in your request, pulling your warm, awaiting mouth over his cock. Jungkook cradled the back of your head firmly, but with a gentleness that reminded you that this was still your Jungkook.

Your tongue fell flat against the underside of his length, running up and down the sensitive flesh as he held you in place for a few seconds, just enjoying being sheathed in your mouth. His chest rapidly rose and fell, yet another tell-tale sign that he was indeed high-strung from being hard for way too long.

Using his free hand, he placed both of your much smaller hands over his thighs, tangling both his hands in your hair afterwards.

“Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?” He instructed, a slight crack in his voice as he struggled to maintain his façade. Humming in response to his request, you accidentally sent vibrations down his cock, jumpstarting his ascent to euphoria.

Holding your hot, wet mouth slightly above his length, he shallowly thrusted into your mouth before really sheathing himself into your throat. Groans and pants filled the air, surely notifying anyone withing the area that they probably should not come into this room.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close.” He moaned, gripping your hair tighter as his climax approached. More curses and moans left his slightly swollen parted lips, giving you motivation to ignore the burning sensation in your lungs from lack of oxygen.

Small sounds of pleasure left him as he thrusted quicker into your mouth, soft mewls encouraging you to keep going despite the tears running down your cheeks, before he held you down onto his length as he spilled himself on your tongue.

Swallowing his load, you gave his softening length slow, timid licks and lingering kisses, making sure you swallowed every drop of his cum. Wincing slightly at the overstimulation, he leaned forward and kissed you, tasting his essence on your tongue.

#jungkook smut #kdiarynet #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x gn!reader #smut #jeon jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts x gn!reader

[miyuwuki]

!!!!!! Your head canons are so fun to read and I really enjoy ur blog thank you smm for writing for knb fandom! 😭😭 can i please have some nsfw headcanons for kise 😌😌 whatever is fine with u ofcc

aaaa this is going to be very fun to write >:)

warnings: nsfw stuff. sex, oral, etc. minors dni (18+)

kise ryouta x reader nsfw hc’s!

i think kise is more on the vanilla side of the spectrum

he will definitely want the control but like a soft dom. he wouldn’t want to hurt you

he’s gentle, holding you softly and rubbing your arms, thighs, back

he needs a lot of reassurance

“is this okay, y/n-cchi? does this make you feel good?” “right here?”

his kisses are passionate and loves to tangle his tongue with yours

a lot of moaning into the kisses

he loves to praise you

“you are so pretty, y/n” “you’re perfect”

would prefer missionary position so he can see your face as he rails you. seeing you feel good because of him boosts his ego by 1000

would give you forehead kisses when you come or when he comes

loves to give you oral

he just thinks you taste so good

and he likes the feeling when your squirm under his tongue

he swirls his tongue inside your walls and on your clit

his hands are softly gripping your thighs squishing them once in a while

sometimes he’d ask you to wrap your thighs tighter around his head

“y/n-cchi, don’t hold back. squish me”

and gosh does he love making you come over and over again

more so for his satisfaction. you’re a treat

“y/n-cchi, i’m not done” and he goes back to tongue fuck you again

also likes it when you tug on his hair

he loves it when you praise him too

whether he’s fucking you or eating you out, tell him he’s doing good

“ryouta, you’re too good to me” “you’re so so good” “more, more”

he loves marking you up

on your neck, breasts, and inner thighs

he wants to see that you’re his and his alone

“heh, i marked you, y/n-cchi”

OH i think jealous sex is a thing for him

he knows what it’s like to be surrounded by girls who are attracted to him

but the minute he sees a man hit on you

he’s railing you (not too hard though)

“y/n-cchi, you’re mine,” he says as he thrusts in and out of you

and with that he fills you up to the brim

sex with him will have multiple rounds because he just can’t get enough of you

he’s really busy with modelling and basketball so these moments mean a lot to him

he feels connected to you

i don’t think you guys will have sex so often but a regular amount

oh and lastly a lot of i love you’s in between

“y/n-cchi, i love you so much”

“i love you more, ryouta”

after care is so good too

MY LOVE I HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE HC’S! HEHEHE THANK YOU

#kuroko’s basketball #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket #knb #knb x you #knb x reader #kuroko no basket x reader #knb kise #kise ryouta #ryouta kise #kise x reader #kise ryota x reader #aomine daiki #akashi seijirou #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #i love him

[bunny-xoxo]

Sitting on Karasuno’s Lap

Karasuno(sep) x reader

warning(s): reader insecurity about size, v slight timeskip spoilers Kageyama being grumpy and stupid and some grammar issues prolly 😬 i think that’s about it but lemme know if you think I need to add anything else!

a/n: got a request for reader being apprehensive about sitting on the boys from karasuno’s lap cause of their size so this is what that is! I hope this comforts u anon ily :(

And lemme say this: all these boys would most definitely love to be smothered and cuddled under their s/o pls they quite literally live for it <3

characters: daichi, sugawara, asahi, tanaka, noya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

Daichi

I really feel like Daichi’s the kind of guy who loves picking up his s/o when they hug

He always does the classic bear hug grip around your midsection and then before you know it he’s squatting a little and lifting you up - ur size does NOT matter, if he can get your feet off the ground even a little he’s cheesing big time

He just thinks it’s so cute when you squeal or laugh and smack his arms, and you always get a hearty laugh out of him after before he grabs your face - kind of aggressively - and is leaving silly slobbery kisses all over it :((((

So basically there’s no way you can escape his infamous hugs

BUT ANYWAYS

Because of this he’d also definitely love for you to sit on his lap too!

And because he’s always lifting you when you least expect it, when you mention why you’d rather not sit on his lap he’d respect your answer and reassure you it’s not a problem,,,, while also kind of being >:( and passive aggressively explain why you most definitely wouldn’t crush him

Now next time he comes home to you, not only is he lifting you, but he’s carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle, and then maybe you’ll sigh and give in to sitting on his lap <3

Suga

He’s generally more of a lay down cuddly or holding hands in public kinda guy

But there was something about sitting down on the couch after work and seeing you come out of the kitchen with a big smile on your face that just made his heart melt and shoot his arms out with grabby hands

Of course you oblige and sit next to him and start playing with his hands, waiting for him to talk about his day, but then he’s looking at you like :( and tugging at the hem of your shirt

“No, I want to cuddle.”

When you look at him confused he groans and tugs you onto his lap with his face buried into your neck, and almost instantly you can feel him relaxing into the couch

As soon as you think he’s relaxed enough, you go to move off him, anxious you’ve been sitting on his lap too long, but when you go to move he grabs on tighter and looks up at you like 🥺

You realize that maybe he’s just fine when he pulls you father into him - if that’s even possible - and starts to drool cause he’s passed out from being so comfy <3

Asahi

It’s pretty common for Asahi to come home from a long day at work and then rest his head on your thighs while you play with his hair and let him talk about your day

It’s something he looks forward to when he’s driving home :(

Being held and comforted by your s/o is absolute heaven to him, so when you walk through the door with a big sigh while you’re rolling your shoulders, his first thought is to return the favor !

The two of you are standing in your living room now with your head in his chest while he’s rubbing your back, periodically kissing the top of your head

“Wanna sit down angel?”

When you agreed you didn’t know that meant sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hand still holding your head in his chest

But before you can protest and squirm away he’s kissing you and humming while he’s still rubbing your back and soothing you :(((

This baby wouldn’t even give you a second to think about your insecurities:(

Tanaka

He’s gonna assume somebody’s said something about you almost immediately

Cause he just can’t grasp that you yourself have decided you’re too big for him

He just kind of looks at you like 🧍🏻🤨 uhhhh sit tf down I’d like you to cuddle me please 🤨?

“Tanaka, I’ll crush you.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point babe! Smother me ☺️❣️” really does not get the message here

Once you explicitly tell him you think you’re just too big to sit on his lap he kind of freaks

Like full on grabbing your face and shaking his head trying to do anything to convince you, you most definitely are not too big to sit on his lap

Once he convinces you he’s kissing you everywhere until you giggle cause he hates seeing his baby upset :(

Noya

I’m so sorry but at first he doesn’t even comprehend it’s an insecurity you have and thinks you’re nervous about it because of his size

“Wow, never heard ‘tiny but mighty’ babe?”

Like noya baby pls, this ain’t about you 😭

Is quite literally begging you to sit on his lap at home until you get frustrated and tell him you’re worried you’ll “crush” him because of your size - not his

He’d be kind of caught off guard at first but within seconds he’s reassuring you that’s not something you need to be worried about at all, not with him

Very similar to Yamaguchi he’s gonna convince you to give in and then absolutely smother you with affection afterwards

He’s now made it his goal to change your mindset about your size and add some more positive connotation - baby boy loves you :(

Tsuki

Will not take no for an answer either 😭

AT FIRST HE TAKES IT PERSONAL NGL

LIke he’s sitting there looking at you thinking you’re commenting on his body type like “what, you think I’m built like a string bean so I can’t handle you sitting on my lap 😐.”

AGAIN, this isn’t about you babes

So once you explain to him that no, it’s not about him it’s about you, he just:

“That’s stupid.” LIKE he’s very upset that you feel that way and doesn’t know how to express to you that you aren’t gonna crush him so the only way he knows how to tell you that is that you’re stupid for thinking that way 😭

He’d try to be physically reassuring afterward though

Kissing your forehead and telling you how it makes him sad you think that way, and why don’t you just sit on his lap so he can prove that’s not the case

You’re upset and uncomfortable at first, not really being able to relax, but after some lovin from tsuki and distraction you relax into him and bit and get comfy

He definitely makes it a regular thing so you can feel more comfortable with him :(

Yamaguchi

One of the most reassuring for sure!

The moment he felt your unease or a hint of apprehensiveness at the idea of sitting on his lap he’s investigating

Holding your face in his hands and asking you what’s wrong like 🥺

When you tell him you’re insecure about being too heavy to sit on his lap he’s definitely heartbroken, but knows this isn’t about him

So he’s quickly leaving really light kisses on your cheeks and hands promising you that’s not the case whatsoever all while he’s slowly coaxing you onto his lap

Once he’s gotten you to actually do it he’s all smiley and blushing - he’s smiling so big you can actually feel it when he’s kissing you

“Mmmmm, wanna nap?”

Just overall very affirming and attentive to your feelings :(

Kageyama

If you acted any bit shy or insecure about sitting on his lap he’d be ~so so confused

He’d be home from a long day of practice and flop down on the couch and all he wants is to be smothered by his baby 😭

He’s grumpy and just kind of grunts when you sit down next to him to talk about your day and ask about his and he just kinda reaches out to you and starts grabbing at your hips and you’re like 😳 uh yes?

You wouldn’t be budging and he’d get this pout and be all “sit on my lap 😡 I wanna cuddle”

Him asking for affection so bold like this isn’t always common for him so you don’t wanna say no BUT you’re also insecure about being too heavy so you just kinda pull him towards you and shake your head

“Why don’t you lay on me instead? I’ll play with your hair hmm?”

He’d just kind of look at you like ..... but I want you to lay on me and I can play with your hair

LMAO AND NOW YALL ARE JUST LOOKING AND KIND OF GENTLY TUGGING AT EACH OTHER LIKE 😕

But unsurprisingly the 6’2 beefy professional volleyball player is stronger than you so he just stands up and PICKS you up instead and then carries you to the bedroom where he flops down with you laying on him

At first you’re kind of frustrated and insecure cause you didn’t tell him why you were avoiding it cause you didn’t want to bring it up but then you hear Kageyama sigh and start rubbing your back from his spot underneath you and you soon realize this mf just passed out

Surely if he’s ok with you LAYING on him maybe sitting on his lap next time won’t be so awful

Hinata

Another confused baby but actually realizes somethings wrong 😭

Y’all are having a simple movie night with some pals all cuddled up on the couch and he notices there’s not too much room there, unless you sit on his lap of course, which he obviously likes the idea of

The movies playing so he tugs on your shirt a little to get your attention and whispers to you about sitting on his lap

But instead of happily hopping on like he imagined, you look away and shake your head, mumbling something about paying attention to the movie

There’s people over so he knows now isn’t the right time to pry, but he can also tell when you’re even the tiniest bit upset so he’s not gonna forget to mention something to you later tonight

You two would be getting into bed that night when he’d bring it up

“Hey, did something happen today?”

You’d tell him no but unfortunately for you he doesn’t stop asking different kinds of questions until he gets you to talk about it

When you mention that you’re insecure about being too heavy for those kinds of affection he would get so so sad, like looking at you like this ☹️ nearly tearing up

Cause he just sees it as him not doing his job as your s/o to make you comfortable and happy with him - even if that’s not actually the case

He won’t stop asking always for you to cuddle him like that but he won’t pester if you say no - you will see him get a lil pouty though

——————

I hope you guys enjoyed!!

requests are open ( I miss hq pls feel free to send some in :((()

taglist: @plutowrites @sweet-darling91

#daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #asahi x reader #tanaka x reader #nishinoya x reader #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #daichi hcs #sugawara hcs #asahi hcs #tanaka hcs #nishinoya hcs #tsukishima headcanons #yamaguchi hcs #kageyama hcs #hinata hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #this was written in mind w a chubby reader but I know anyone can be insecure about their size so I chose not to specify #if that makes sense #anyways #I hope you guys enjoy :( #and I really hope you found this comforting anon! #I don’t think I did a very good job with this one tbh but it’s ok <3

[yoonpobs]

Omg requests are open AAAHHH

may i request an oblivious oc and tsundere yoongi who likes holding oc's hands and idk like maybe oc thinks it's bc his hands are cold and his friends make fun of him and oc only realizes yoongi likes her when they spill his secret

as a yoongi stan, this is my guilty pleasure and this absolutely KILLED ME ily for asking this 🤣and double update today???? who am I????? 

hope you enjoy this v fluffy and v yoongi piece <3

pairing: tsundere!yoongi x oblivious&clumsy!oc

genre: FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFF

warnings: lots of squealing into ur pillow moments. taehyung, jimin & jin being the saviours tbh

words: 3, 136

Yoongi is staring at you like you spilt milk over his favourite pair of sneakers and you have no idea what to make of it.

“Uh …” You drag, blinking up at him with wide eyes when all he does is level you with a blank stare.

You can hear the distinct chatter of your friends in the background, likely already having their go skating around the rink. They always left you and Yoongi alone, for whatever reason it may be. But you weren’t complaining, you wanted to give him your gift in private!

But when Yoongi only stares at the mass of knit in your palms as you hold it out to him, you can only feel your ears flush an embarrassing shade of red at the subtle gesture of rejection. 

Yoongi was by no means a malicious person, but he was very clear-cut. He was straightforward and it was definitely one of his qualities that you admired the most about him. His ability to mitigate any situation, or look at things objectively was something that you struggled with for the most part of your life. Which is why some people would mistake him for cold or uncaring, but you knew better. 

“Do you … do you not like it?” You ask meekly, eyes darting everywhere but his as they continue to stare you down.

Yoongi doesn’t say a word. Instead, he grabs your hands with his larger palm where your gift lays and observes it, scrutinises it as if he’s there to pick apart any stray strand of yarn. His hand, despite his exterior, is soft and gentle when he holds you; and your brain short-circuits for a good five seconds when he traces a thumb over your knuckles.

“It’s cute.” He shrugs.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Your eyes dart down to your hands and somehow you find them in a familiar position. His fingers intertwined with yours and his palm engulfing yours entirely.

“T-Then why don’t you—” You try to pull away, making an effort to dangle your hand-woven mittens in front of him in hopes of attracting his appeal towards it.

But he doesn’t even bat an eye, just sighs and squeezes your hand tighter.

“I’m holding your hand.” He says pointedly, shooting you a serious stare.

You stutter for a response, and despite the chill in the air you hope he can allude to the redness of your cheeks a result of the wind that blows past you and not the flustered state you find yourself in when he tugs your body closer to his.

You suppose you found a bad spot to give him the mittens because you nearly stumble into his chest at how wobbly you are on skates. You planned his gift for weeks, fully aware that your group of friends was intending on coming to ice-skate. 

“I’m really bad at ice-skating. I’ll just slow you down.” You huff with a frown, still attempting to tug your hand away.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I literally don’t care.”

You gape at his bluntness and scowl when he only offers you a lazy smirk. His hand is still tightly wrapped around your own, and you sigh, knowing that it was hopeless to fight against Yoongi when he was far stronger than you were.

“I can skate with Tae or something, he and I are pretty much—“

“No.” Yoongi blinks.

You splutter, “E-Excuse—?”

He snatches the mittens from your other hand and shoves them into his pocket. The action is so quick that you can barely register the way Yoongi is tugging your forehead as you flounder on your feet, already feeling unstable at the way the ice is set on making you fall.

But Yoongi is there like he always is, and he rests a gentle palm on your waist and shoots you a rare and soft smile that makes your heart weak.

“I’ll teach you.” He says it like it’s obvious, “Just hold my hand.”

“Yoongi, I really don’t think—” You weakly protest when he pulls you closer until you’re nestled comfortably by his side, his face set forward as he blatantly ignores you.

“Stop being so stubborn and hold on tight.” He scolds, squeezing your hand when he feels your fingers loosen its grip.

You pout, your other hand patting your cheek in hopes of easing the burning of your cheeks.

.

Lest to say, you are horrid at ice-skating and you wished you stayed home.

Your two left feet was probably the least interesting thing about you, yet it was the one thing that left a lasting impression on the people you’ve met. Whether it be because you tripped up a flight of stairs as you rushed to your next lecture, or if you accidentally torpedoed into a bush while you were attempting to penny

“How are you even real?” He huffs, fingers intertwined tightly with your own. You’re grateful he has a lethal grip on you because you don’t think you’re ready to be doused in ice, even if it was at your own accord.

“I’m sorry!” You whine, hand still clasped with his.

Yoongi doesn’t let go, even if you’re stable on your feet. He never does. He only holds your hand tighter, grumbling something about your clumsiness as he uses his spare hand to adjust the strap of his bag over his shoulders. When he shoots you a look, you feel very much like a scolded child as you pout up at his narrowed eyes.

“What would you do if I wasn’t holding your hand, huh?” He laments, eyes rolling while he tugs you towards the direction of your friends who have somehow all gathered at the corner of the rink.

You stare at your feet, tittering to keep up with his long strides as he keeps the hold on your hand firm. 

“Look, I don’t ask to be swept away—!” You retort petulantly, but Yoongi completely ignores you as he squeezes your hand in response, right as he stops in front of your friends.

You’re still sulking when Yoongi doesn’t let go, shooting you a look that has you pursing your lips shut. 

“Lovely for the two of you to join us,” Jimin snorts.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, but you miss the lethal glare he shoots at your mutual friend.

“I’m sorry that my skating skills can’t keep up with you,” You huff.

You see Jin’s eyes dart down to your intertwined hands, before looking up; a knowing smirk on his face that you can’t decipher.

“Seems like Yoongi has it all settled.” He snickers, nudging Jimin by the side.

You can feel Yoongi roll his eyes next to you, even if you pout at Jin’s words.

“At this rate, I think you’re basically joined by the hands,” Jimin says smugly.

You blink.

“She’ll fall,” Yoongi says blankly.

“Look, I said I’d skate with Tae but he’s so adamant!” You cry.

Yoongi shoots you a dry glare, before briefly releasing your hand. You splutter for a second, surprised at the sudden coldness that engulfs your grip and the emptiness that you feel when he no longer has his fingers intertwined with your own.

“What—?” You furrow your brows but Yoongi pats you on the hand to ease your confusion.

“I’m getting you hot chocolate. Your hands are freezing.” He murmurs, and to prove his point; he grabs your fingers and rubs soothing circles on your knuckles to provide you with any warmth he could.

If your hands weren’t warm, then your cheeks definitely were. You couldn’t hold eye contact with Yoongi because he was staring at you so intently that you may have been the one to melt into a puddle on the ice.

“But the mittens—!” You call, but he’s already skating away to the confectionary stand where they sell hot chocolate.

You sigh, dejected as you frown. Did he really hate the mittens that much?

“You are so stupid.” Jin gawks at you with a shake of his head.

You turn your head so fast that you nearly fall over, but Jimin’s grip on your wrist prevents you from doing so.

“And clumsy, God, no wonder hyung won’t let you go.” He scolds.

You frown, “Hey! What the hell is up with the slander?” You whine.

Taehyung stumbles into the conversation, quite literally almost smashing his body against the divider but he manages to balance himself by gripping the hell out of Jin’s shoulders.

“You deserve it,” He sticks his tongue out as you gape at him.

“What?! Why?” You hiss, “You literally just entered the conversation!”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “And I’ve had to see you and hyung doddle around each other for ages so spare me the fucking brain cells because clearly, you need it more than I do.”

“What—?” You splutter.

“You are literally the densest person on this planet.” Jin blinks.

“What are you guys even talking about?” You cry.

Jimin shoots you a dry look, willing the God’s above to give you a semblance of rationality or logic to put two and two together.

“The hand-holding? The constant going out of his way to do things for you? The fact that you’re the only person he’ll ever smile at even if you do the dumbest shit ever?” Taehyung exasperates.

You blink.

“It’s winter and his fingers get really cold—!”

Jin groans, tugging at his hair in frustration.

“No, you idiot! Yoongi literally doesn’t get cold. He’s the human equivalent of a furnace! He literally doesn’t give a shit if he freezes to death. The only reason why he ever holds your hand is that he wants to!” He yells, grabbing you by the shoulder as he shakes your body while you stare up at him with wide eyes.

Does that mean—?

“He hates the mittens?” You cry, face crumbling.

You see Taehyung, Jimin and Jin’s face fall as they all share a look of disbelief.

“I’m sorry but I have no way to defend you.” Jimin blinks.

“I just wanted to do something nice for him! He’s always taking care of me and I thought knitting him a pair of mittens would help with the cold …” You mumble, eyes darting down to your feet as your voice trails off into a whisper.

“Okay, I know I promised hyung I wouldn’t say anything until she figured it out herself but I can’t take it anymore.” Taehyung seethes to the other boys.

Your eyes dart up, furrowing in confusion as Jimin and Jin’s eyes widen at Taehyung’s statement.

“Figured what—?”

“Dude, Yoongi is going to kill you,” Jin warns.

Taehyung scoffs, “Like I give a shit. I’m losing brain cells listening to her speak so this is an act of self-preservation. He’s going to thank me and so are you.”

“What are you—?” You huff.

“Yoongi likes you!” He exasperates, throwing his hands into his air.

The silence is overwhelming, as the four of you simply blink at each other. Your brain is processing his words, but it doesn’t really make sense. You’re confused as you attempt to deduce the meaning behind it until you come to a conclusion—

You look over at Jimin, “Are the two of you—?”

Jimin wants to scream.

“No, oh my God! Yoongi likes you! You!” He shakes you so hard that your head spins, “He likes you so much it’s disgusting and cute so you better do something about it and not accustom us to this torture anymore, okay?!”

Before you can say anything else, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You blink up, and you see Yoongi offering you a cup of hot chocolate, eyeing the rest of the boys weirdly as they stand there with tightened expressions.

“Here you go,” He says softly, helping you blow onto the steaming cup before gently placing it into your hand.

It warms you up immediately, and you only then managed to piece together what Taehyung and Jimin just told you. The realisation dawns upon you as a scandalised expression makes its way onto your face. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, observing the odd behaviour of the four of you as the three boys ignore his pointed gaze.

“L-Let’s go take a seat,” You stutter, pushing on his chest with your free hand as you attempt to skate away from the wandering eyes. The pressure was too much.

“Hey, hold on, you’ll fall.” He gently chides, doing what comes as second nature to him as he grabs your other hand, giving you a squeeze of reassurance.

As the two of you skate away, you miss the sighs that leave the three boys’ lips.

“So, is there a reason why you tried to skate away like you were an Olympian?” Yoongi asks when the two of you managed to settle down in a small bench outside of the rink, tucked a decent distance away.

You look down at your palms, squeezing around the hot chocolate as you pay attention to the steam that escapes the surface.

The words from Jimin was essentially still haunting you, and you wondered if this was some sick joke of his to get back at you for mixing up his toothpaste with his shampoo a few months back. You sulk because this was a really mean joke and your feelings were about to get really hurt if he was lying to you.

“Hey,” Yoongi murmurs, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up to look at him. His stare is so intense that you find yourself cowering away, cheeks red and embarrassed. “Look at me.”

You can’t.

“I-I … there’s nothing wrong!” You squeak, eyes travelling and landing on different people that wasn’t Yoongi. Anyone that wouldn’t cause your insides to melt with just his gaze alone.

Yoongi purses his lips in disapproval, sighing before he sets his hot chocolate by the table next to the bench and turns to face you. You knew that you had no place to run, especially when Yoongi essentially traps you with his eyes, observing your every move.

“You’re shaking.” He points out.

And only then do you realise that you were shaking, and your hands were basically vibrating with the hot chocolate. You cursed at yourself, and the cold.

“I-I’m cold.” You chatter.

Yoongi frowns, reaching out his hand to immediately grab your own to warm them up. But when you spot his hands, you squeak, immediately retracting them as if he was about to bite them off. 

You realise how it looks, and you notice the slight drop in Yoongi’s expression when you reacted the way you did.

“Are you—?” He begins to ask, slow and tentative.

“Not my hands!” You blurt out.

Yoongi pauses for a second before he relaxes his posture and raises a brow at you in questioning.

“Okay …?” He drags, “Where are you cold? Do you need my jacket?” He asks.

You curse at yourself because you didn’t know how to get yourself out of this situation. Especially now that Yoongi was patiently waiting for your response. Your thighs were essentially brushed up against each other, and his body was leaned over ever so slightly that you catch every strand of eyelashes on his eyes.

You were so weak.

“N-No, I … you can keep your jacket.” You stutter, shaking your head as you pat his puffer down when he goes to shrug it off.

Yoongi’s frown deepens, “Well, can you tell me where so I can help—?”

“My lips!” You declare, voice high pitched and loud enough that it attracts a few stares from bystanders.

Yoongi just stares at you, and you’re mortified when you realise what you said, but you can’t seem to stop now that you’ve already dug a hole for yourself.

“My … lips … they’re ... cold,” You clear your throat, blinking up at him with a false sense of determination in hopes of shielding the way your face is undoubtedly on fire right now.

“Your lips … are cold?” He articulates each world tentatively as he observes your face for any reaction.

You nod.

“Yeah. Cold.” You say.

Oh my God, shut up!

Before you can even run away, and it’s as if Yoongi expects you to flee, he pins your hands down with his own and draws closer to your face so quickly that you can barely even catch his next move.

And kisses you.

Smack on the lips.

He pulls away too fast for your liking, and you’re gaping at him like a fish out of the water when you realise what he did.

“You—” You croak, pointing a finger at him.

But Yoongi leans in once more, pressing a firmer kiss to your lips, one that sends your brain into overdrive as you feel yourself melt into his hold. If you were cold, you definitely weren’t anymore. Not when Yoongi is pressed against you like a warm lover by the fireplace.

He pulls away first, again, and you notice the tip of his ears turning red before he offers you that charming smile of his.

“Took you long enough,” He sighs, reaching out to cradle your jaw in his palm. And only then do you realise that Jimin was right, his hand is warm.

“W-What?”

He rolls his eyes fondly, ignoring the way you stare up at him with confused and wide eyes; likely still absorbing what just happened.

“Just hold my hand,” He tuts, reaching in between the both of you to intertwine your fingers together once more as he rests your combined hands on his lap.

“Does this mean …?” You ask shyly, head ducking away from his eyes.

He smiles at you, and you notice that it’s the same look he’s always had whenever he speaks to you.

He brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a gentle peck to it, causing heat to rise to your cheeks all over again.

“You warm now, cutie?” He murmurs.

You melt, “Oh my God! Don’t—just—I’m literally going to die!” You whine, shoving your face into his puffer as you scream at his suaveness.

He chuckles, low and deep as he unlocks your hands to wrap an arm around your body, tugging you closer until you’re practically glued to his hip like a koala.

“Don’t die on me now,” He sighs, “Just got you to myself.”

“I hate you so much.” Your complaint is muffled into his puffer, but you can feel his grin on the top of your forehead when he presses a warm kiss to it.

“That’s disappointing. I like you very much,” He returns.

You blush, but you don’t push him away when he laughs into your hair, the sound making you melt further into his arms.

You liked him, too.

#YOOOONGI #so cute #help me #tsundere yoongi #oblivious oc #yoongi fluff #yoongi drabble #yoongi scenario #bts fanfic #suga imagine #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts fluff #yoongi