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screampied · 4 months

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heyyo ex!Toji who just can’t forget you and he’s FRUSTRATED with it, he swears he saw you on his kitchen at midnight (it’s not real) and touches himself while looking at your old photos that he still has.. hope u take requests

☆ : ex-bf! toji x fem!reader

⤷ tags : part one & two, ex trope, masterbation, pervy toji, needy toji, phone sex, dirty talk, mdni. wc. 1.1k

an. yesss i do and omg i love ex bf toji tysm ngh

oh how he hates feeling like this.

ex-bf!toji was so pent up and annoyed. he’s annoyed at you for making him so irritated. so…hard. toji never realized how attached he grew towards you. after the messy break up. he found himself fantasizing about you way more than he should. it takes him a long time to move on.

that is if he ever moves on.

“the fuck..” he’d grumble, blinking twice to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks. he could have sworn he saw you in the kitchen, hovering over the sink counter, bent over while occupying yourself, doing the dishes or cooking.

with another blink, you weren’t there and he was back to reality, he scratched his head before a vexed scowl spreads on his pink lips. it was late at night, and he figured it was his own drowsiness getting to him — so he didn’t think much of it until he goes back towards his room.

he finds himself in his bed, lazily leaned back before unlocking it to look at the collection of old photos he had of you, the more…filthy ones the two of you took while intimate. he scrolls to a specific one with you on your knees, tongue sticking out and….next thing toji knew, he was dialing your number.

he didn’t have to go to his contact list because he knew your digits by heart.

he just needed to hear your voice again, touching himself at the thought and sight of you just wasn’t enough.

“oh, hey….didn’t think you’d pick up,” he breaks the silence. his voice was pitched, a hint of roughness in it. based from his breathing on the other line, it sounded like he was panting heavily. he lays back against the bed—combing a hand through his hair before wiping his nose. “i’m not gonna sugarcoat things so i’m just gonna say it,” he grumbles, clenching his jaw before swallowing. “i’ve been uh, fantasizin’ about you.”

it’s pretty late at night, and you’re still confused on why he called.

well…you probably knew. toji heard about your messy breakup. he just couldn’t get you out of his head — he wondered if it was like that for you.

“you fantasize about me?” you speak on the other end of the phone in a soft voice.

he’s always loved your voice, how sweet it sounded, especially during phone calls. the calm, smoothness of it.

“yeah,” he mutters. “thought i saw you in the kitchen today. and i got kind of hard once i was deleting pictures in my camera roll.”

“…oh?” you utter. and you couldn’t lie, you were intrigued, who were you kidding. you missed toji too—perhaps in more ways than one. you still kept the dozens of voicemails he dumped you. of just him talking, rambling, or even him talking you through an orgasm on the phone. “were you touching yourself to me, toji?”

he pauses for a brief moment before grumbling. “yeah. you know i was.”

“mhm..not really,” you giggle. “that’s kinda why i’m asking.”

toji inhales at your teasing, and he closes his eyes shut for a brief moment—you were…teasing him? he could tell by the tone of your voice. he tried to relax, squeezing two fingers down against his nose before uttering, “fuck, you should come over.”

“i’m all the way across town.”

“i’ll pick you up.”

“toji.” you rolled your eyes—you forgot how persistent he was. you could hear the want and neediness in his tone. it was cute, not to mention attractive. he was like this all because of you.

he sighs. “fine, just talk to me.”

“about?”

“talk to me,” he repeats, and his voice pitches a bit more. that made you feel tingly a bit. you knew what he meant by talking—toji was a man, an impatient one that wasn’t keen on beating around the bush nor sugar coating things. “i fuckin’ missed you. and knowing i can’t touch you right now, i feel all hot and pent up.”

you think for a moment before humming. “oh,” and then you smile to yourself. “if i were with you right now, what would you be doing, toji? what would we be doing?”

“i’d be kissing your neck, softly biting down against that spot where y’er all sensitive,” he starts—and he’s panting again, you hear a bit of shuffling through the other end of the line. “i’d kiss all up and down your body. trace my hands down your curves a-and.”

“it’s okay, just say you wanna fuck me.” you tease.

“woman….” he moans, and if you’d bet money that toji was stroking himself to you voice. he inhales and exhales, before swallowing a thick lump in his throat. the phone pressed up against his ear. “i wanna fuck you. so damn bad.”

you hum. “i bet you do,” and you were starting to get riled up yourself. toji grows quiet every time you speak, and hearing him sound all needy for you a bit horny yourself. “are you touching yourself right now, toji?”

“is it obvious?” he mutters.

“a little,” you coo, and it’s not long before toji starts to moan through the other line of the phone. his moans were low and pitchy—repeating your name again and again, you had him wrapped around your finger. “are you imagining i’m the one stroking you right now?”

“y-yeah baby.” he sighs. he hits his lip in frustration as his eyebrows press together, and he groans. “shit, ‘s not fair. y’know what you’re doing to me.”

you giggle. “i’m just talking to you. like you said.”

minutes past and toji’s jaw clenched, tilting his head back he’s just imagining the entire scene. your voice doesn’t make things better, he’s visualizing everything.

your touch, your taste, even your sweet scent. that pretty perfume you always wore—god, he wanted you. he craved you.

“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum to just the sound of your voice.” he says. teeth clenched against each other, and he’s embarrassed. his face was flustered, flushed, whatever else. “all your fault.”

“sureee, it’s my fault.” you play along. after the long anticipating build up. toji cums, fisting his hand with pumps and watching how he made a mess on himself. a low sigh exits from his mouth and he grunts—the other like going quiet. “aww. toji, look at you, getting off to the sound of my voice. wish i could see.”

he groans. “…shut up,” before he hangs up abruptly.

you giggle before seconds later, there’s a request that pops up on your phone — and toji wants to video call you. probably so you could see the mess you made him make.

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anton-luvr · 6 months

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shotaro x gn reader and they have a sleepover and they do the cutesy norms like makeovers, face masks, watch movies n gossip but then they start playing stuff like 20 questions and things get personal (gn confesses) and shotaro returns his feels and they kiss and it gets a little suggestive????? (if you’re comfortable, ofc!!) 🫶🏽

# SPECIAL SOMEONE.

𖦹 bf!shotaro x gn!reader | fluff & suggestive | friends 2 lovers au

𖦹 note ; first taro fic here!!! also im so sorry for how long this took irene thank u for waiting and always supporting me :( + reqs are CLOSED, soft hours OPEN !!

Sleepovers after exams were tradition for you and Shotaro.

This time round was no different.

After gossiping about the latest drama in your university over Chinese takeaway in his kitchen and throwing a fashion show in his bedroom with almost all of his clothes, the both of you settled down for more calmer activities.

You would usually watch a movie, but Shotaro had been pestering you for weeks to play 20 Questions with him, claiming it was a ‘fun’ game that would allow the both of you to ‘understand each other better’.

So here you were, sitting cross legged across him on his bed while his favorite R&B songs played softly from his speakers.

“Okay, what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?” you ask, looking up from the list of questions he had sent you.

His pretty eyes light up, and he immediately starts rambling excitedly to you about what sounds like a dream of Godzilla doing ballet in New York City.

You’d understand it if you were paying attention, but you just couldn’t help but get distracted.

Shotaro was so effortlessly gorgeous.

His freshly dyed blonde hair suited him so well, a bright color that complimented the shine of love and sincerity in his eyes for those around him. It also made his cherry red lips pop, looking so soft and so plush while he continued talking about his weird dream.

And when he laughed?

It was a melody that you never wanted to stop listening to, a sound that brought out your own smile while your body warmed up at how cute he was.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you look up from his lips to see him staring at you.

“Are you okay? You kinda spaced out.” he asks, head tilted in confusion.

Embarrassed, you nod your head. “Yeah, sorry I was thinking about something.” you lied, grinning sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” he laughs, flashing you his signature smile. “It's my turn to ask you a question now.”

Neither of you say anything as he scrolls through the questions, pouting in concentration as he tries to pick one.

“Ooh, this one is nice.” he giggles, smirking at you as he puts his phone aside.

“What was your first kiss like?” he asks dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at you in a teasing manner.

“M-My first kiss?” you sputtered, almost choking on your own spit.

Shotaro hums eagerly.

“Well, I’ve never had one yet.” you admit, laughing awkwardly.

At this, Shotaro waves his hand in the air as if to dismiss what you said. "Nah, no way." he chuckles. "Someone as pretty and as nice as you hasn't had their first kiss yet? Lies."

Your cheeks burn at his compliment, but you shake your head. "I'm serious, Taro." you said.

He blinks in surprise at you, mumbling a soft "Oh."

"Well... then when do you want to have your first kiss?" he asks.

You can only offer a shrug as you sigh, lying down on his bed.

“When I find the right person, I guess.” you mutter.

Shotaro lies down beside you too, propped up by his arm to look at you.

“Anyone particular in mind?” he teases, back to wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Oh, little did he know who it was.

First kisses seemed to be something so special and so intimate to you, so logically, you would want to have your first kiss with someone special.

Someone who truly meant something to you.

And that someone was Shotaro.

He somehow manages to sees things that others don’t, looking out for you in situations that always catches you by surprise.

It could be the jacket that he casually wrapped around you at a party because he noticed the goosebumps on your arms, or the time he got you your favorite pen when it ran out of ink and he saw you using another pen in class.

It could be when he offered to piggyback you across the muddy road after it rained, knowing how much you liked your white sneakers and wouldn’t want them dirty.

It could be in moments like these, where just his smile made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “You.”

“M-Me?” Shotaro stutters, eyes wide with surprise while his face flushed a light red.

"Yeah, you. I like you, Taro.” you confess. “You’re the one I’d want to have my first kiss with. It’s fine if you don’t have the same feelings, I just thought I’d let you know.” you add on, smiling softly at the end.

Like the angel he was, you thought Shotaro would reject you nicely, but he proves that idea wrong when he tells you quite the opposite.

“I like you too." he says gently, a dazed smile on his lips.

“No way.” you mumble, frowning suspiciously at him.

“Yes way.” he giggles.

“Let’s have your first kiss, shall we?” is all he says before his lips crash against yours.

You can’t help but smile into the kiss at how right it all feels, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

And even though you were inexperienced, you learned quickly from Shotaro. Soon enough, he could taste your vanilla lip balm on his lips, mind spinning from the feeling of your tongue against his.

The kiss eventually deepens, and a heavy desperation for each other starts to make its way into the kiss.

“More?” Shotaro asks as he pulls away, panting and his eyes darkening with need.

“More.” you answer breathlessly, as you tug him back down by his sweater to kiss you.

It’s soon discarded into a corner of Shotaro’s room as you spend the rest of the night intertwined, hands exploring each other and lips never once leaving each other.

Just you and your special someone.

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tpwkwriter · 7 months

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Hiii boo loved your writings 🩷 I was wondering if U can write a smut where y/n is a bit insecure about her body and Doubts herself but Dom Harry thinks otherwise and comforts her by having sex in front of the mirror with her and telling her how much he worships her body 👀 this scenario randomly came to my mind and I'm now-

EEEEEKK! THIS WHOLE PROMPT HAS ME ON THE FLOOOR‼️🫶🏼 AND TYSM LOVIE

warnings: ofc seggsss! a little detailed smut, domrry!!, cussing, insecurity, insecurity during intimate times.

—————————from my eyes——————————

“H you don’t understand, I swear my rib cage is literally getting wider” y/n complains standing in-front of there full size mirror adjacent to there shared bed.

With back against the headboard, Harry who observed confusingly, looking at this girl who was practically perfect in every way talk bad about herself.

“Baby what on Earth y’on about” he asked.

“M’getting big, and my face! H don’t get me started, it’s so just..there” she said picking at spots and parts of her face.

H couldn’t stand anymore of this, it’s almost like these words were directed at him.

He swiftly arose to his feet and got close to the girl, putting his much larger hands on hers to stop her picking.

“Love” he started.

His right arm slid down to her waist to make her face the mirror again.

“All I see is a gorgeous girl who cant see what others do” he said pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Yeah, but y’my boyfriend, course your gonna say that”

Oh so it’s like that.

“Fucking hell baby” he huffs.

Guiding her face to look his way with his ringed fingers on her chin, he cups both her cheeks with his hands, resting his forehead on hers.

“Boyfriend or not, you are one the most beautifulest fucking women in the world and how on Earth I got you will never know baby” he said, pressing a soft lingering kiss against her lips.

Not saying anything, her gaze starts so slowly miss his.

“Hey, look at me”

“Why do you think so many people look at you when we’re out, why do you think I hold you so close, you know why I get so jealous hmm?” He ponders.

She shakes her head, “m’pretty sure there looking at you” she faintly smiles.

“Don’t think so lovie, I count my lucky stars every night because of you, and the fact you can’t see your beauty is crazy love”

“I love you Harry” she mumbled against his lips.

“I love you, more than I think you know” he says falling into her lips and not hesitating to take it further.

“Please let me show you how much I love you, let me show you love please”

Y/n and Harry had been intimate many, many times but it was rare occasion y/n hid herself, and Harry felt wrong about it.

“Look how gorgeous you are riding m’cock love” Harry moaned from under her catching a quick look towards the mirror.

Y/n turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of them in the mirror.

She’s be lying if the sight didn’t turn her on more. Her bouncing on his dick, the way harry watched her, the sounds and sight of her, caused her to feel more confident infront of the mirror.

“Feel so good Harry” she moaned.

“My gorgeous angel, so so perfect- shit” he groaned.

“So perfect, y’body, face, eyes fucking everything” he started.

“Like a goddess” he panted.

“Harry-“ she tried

“Your my everything- shit, without you absolutely nothing matters fucking nothing angel shit-“

“Harry I’m gonna cum” she whined

“Let go for me angel, let go with me, my fucking everything”

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suncthynuts · 1 year

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Hii do you write ? If yes then can I ask for scenerio with Bachira, Rin and Oliver doing kabedon on the shy reader who tries to run away after confessing her feelings to him :0

Would it be possible to write 3 scenarios? if not then you can pick one of the boys :D

Sorry for my bad English ;-;

wc. 801

❥;;: Rin

“Um, I just wanted to tell you how I feel. I know you won’t reciprocate!!! So… I’ll get going now!”

You clutch your chest, you could feel the beating of your heart throughout your body. You tried to leave before an arm blocks your way. You look up at Rin, frozen in place.

“R-rin-san? What are you doing…?”

He didn’t say anything, eyes stuck on your slightly shaking form. Your cheeks turn red as he leaned down, inching closer to your face until you were mere inches away. You felt like having a heart attack with how loud you can hear your own heartbeat.

He gaze bore holes into your eyes. You couldn’t stand the intensity of it all so you closed your eyes.

“Look at me. Open your eyes”

You refused to do so, flinching a bit when you felt his fingers on your chin, tilting your head up.

“Open them right now, Y/n”

His thumb graze your lips and your eyes burst open in surprise. You’re met with with Rin’s eyes still staring into yours.

“U-um”

“You like me.”

“Yes? I mean, yes…”

You mumble, feeling a bit awkward with his thumb still placed on your lower lip. You were confused to say the least, you had no idea why he was acting like… this. It was too intimate, it was then you realized how close you two actually were, you could feel his breath on your face.

“Are you okay, Rin-san?”

“Hm? I’m quite fine”

Before you could say more, the bell rang and both of you stepped away from each other. You took this as a chance to escape again but he pulled you back by your wrist.

“Hey, you can’t just leave after that”

But you can though…

“Let’s go get some coffee this weekend”

“Huh???”

He let go of his wrist and leaned on the wall you were just pinned on seconds ago.

“You like me right? So it’s natural that we should get to know each other”

“W-well, that’s right but…”

“But what?”

You look down to avoid his gaze but also because you were ashamed.

“You don’t like me”

“What? That’s for me to decide, Y/n. And again, that’s what the coffee is for”

You didn’t know what to say. After all, Rin Itoshi, your crush, just asked you out on a date.

“O-ok then, is the cafe across the school good?”

“That’ll do, I’ll see you there at 10. And you should get to your class now”

“R-right! See then!”

❥;;. Bachira

“Heyyyy, you think you can just leave after all of that?”

He has that same smug smile that you’ve known to love. But after a confession wasn’t exactly the time you wanted to see it.

“I never knew you liked me, huh, bunny? That’s so adorable of you”

“Bachira-san, I-”

“Ah ah ah”

He silence you with a finger on your lips stopping you from saying anything more. He steps closer to you, each step he takes you take a step back. You feel the wall on your back as he traps you with both his hands on the wall beside your head. You stare back at him awkwardly, your hands fiddling with the end of your skirt as you start feeling anxious being all alone with him in this situation.

“Now, what should I do with you? I have to keep you now, Y/n. You’re too cute to let out for anyone to take~”

“What…”

Your cheeks we’re heating up from the nonsense he was spouting. You only wanted to confess your feelings so you can have closure and finally move, you did not expect this development!!

You snap put of your thoughts when he gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

“!!!”

“You can’t go on spacing like that when you’re with me, sweet cheeks. Makes me mad when you’re thinking of someone else when I’m right here”

You’re eyes widen at his words. You didn’t want to make him mad… but you couldn’t help it. Just the thought of possibly liking you back made you feel faint and your heart pound like crazy!! Though it was quite apparent right now that he does in fact like you back.

“Anndd there you go again, you can’t keep leaving me hanging here, sweet cheeks!”

“Umm, I don’t really know what to say to that… I never thought you would, you know, like me back”

He chuckles for a bit then backs away, giving you some of your personal space back. You let out the breathe you were unconsciously holding in.

“I’ll let this one pass, sweet cheeks. But next time… you might get some punishments~”

“Punishments??”

He doesn’t say more and just leaves you in the hallway, face red as a tomato and questioning everything you’ve known about Bachira.

I don't know if I can write Oliver accurately so I just didn't ;-;;; but I do have some ideas so I might write him in the future.

anyways, i hope you like it <3

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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 months

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Hello! Could u please make a second part from the P!Jonathan Crane x Student!Reader (the one where he tells the reader abt them having feelings for him)

Imma be honest, I wasn’t thinking about Jon lately, so I put on BTAS and remembered why I liked him,,, ty for this request.

Yall just spam requests, force me to write again, PLEASE!!!

Also if any of y’all like Sabretooth, Wolverine, Hellboy, Or Lobo, throw some requests my way PLEASE

Anyway..

Warnings: Professor x Student, power dynamic, Jonathan is kind of ooc, reader is called Star Student, dear, and various other nicknames,

Info: (General) Jonathan Crane x GN!Reader, Reader is Jon’s student

“I’m a bit disappointed, dear.” Jonathan sighed, sitting at his desk while twirling a pen in his hand. It was one that you had actually got him during national teachers week, one of pens made to look like a syringe. It was his favorite to use for grading, partially because he liked to use what you got him, but also because the red ink was particularly darker than most pens he had. “A C on your report. That’s the lowest grade you’ve gotten this entire semester.”

You nodded quietly, knowing good and well there was no reason for you to get such a bad grade. This was your best class, and even if you were mediocre in your other ones, you prided yourself on how well you understood Jonathan’s teaching methods. The report in question was done perfectly, and anyone with half a brain could tell that.

This was just Jonathan’s way of getting you to himself for a few hours.

“Really, I’m disappointed.” He sighed, shaking his head as he stood up, walking around his desk to stand directly in front of you. “After our last… one-on-one meeting, I really expected you to put more effort in your work.”

“I—“ you began, before being cut off by Jonathan’s finger on your lips.

“Ah. I’m talking.” He tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Now, I’d be willing to raise your grade, after all— I know my star student would never willingly get such a bad grade. That is, if you’re willing to work for some extra credit…”

Swallowing nervously, you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, hm?” Jonathan leaned in closer— so closer your noses were almost touching and you could smell the coffee he had been drinking. “How about a private study session? A little extra help should straighten your grades right up.”

“That— that sounds good.” You couldn’t stop yourself from stuttering, and that just made Jonathan smile wider. “Should I stop by after your office hours..?”

“No, I was thinking we have dinner first, at my place.” It was obvious what was going on. This wasn’t just a ploy to get you in his bed, it was a ploy to get you on a date— a proper date. Which was more intimate than you expected, but you didn’t plan to argue. “Says… 7 o’clock Tuesday night? If I remember correctly you don’t have any classes that day.”

You tried to ignore that he definitely shouldn’t have known that fact. “O— okay. Yeah.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up outside your dorm.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and gently leading you to the door, “see you Tuesday, darling.”

Jonathan’s lips tasted like coffee and he smelt like autumn, just like last time; and you knew you’d never get sick of the taste or the scent.

#scarecrow x reader #scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #Jonathan crane

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sucrows · 1 year

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howdy! for the ask game can i mayhaps get madara, himeru n chiaki for c, g and l but ik u already answered c for madara its fine to just skip him these three freaks of nature have been on my mind constantly lately

Felt frfr

(NSFW UNDER CUT

[C] CUM:

Already answered here!

[G] GOOFY:

Dear lord can this guy get silly. He always tries to start sex on a lighter mood, which often includes being quite silly. He’ll use silly innuendos, bad pick-up lines, weird analogies- anything and everything. It’s partially because he’s fucking incapable of being any level of emotionally vulnerable, but also because he wants his partner to be totally at ease with him.

[I] INTIMACY:

Already answered here!

[C] CUM:

If there’s one thing he loves, it’s painting his partner with his cum. He can’t risk creampies due to his position, but releasing all over someone's body can always be fair game. If he had a long-time partner though... perhaps frottage and coming on their genitals would be acceptable. Despite this all though, he’s not a fan of having cum on him. It gets cold and sticky much too quickly for his liking. He can tolerate someone finishing inside of him though he would prefer it be into a tissue or a hand or something easily cleanable/disposable.

[G] GOOFY:

Generally speaking? Not. Sometimes he can say something in a bit of a weird way which might catch the both of you off guard, but that’s the most you can get from him. He treats sex as a serious and personal affair and thinks it deserves respect.

[I] INTIMACY:

Very intimate. As stated, HiMERU treats sex rather seriously. He doesn’t sleep around often if at all, so the only people he generally has sex with are people he cares about. Sex is an easy way for him to convey his emotions when he may be unable to share them. He appreciates it when his partner does the same. He naturally takes a leading role, so he feels very responsible- almost protective- of them during sex so he wants them to follow him.

[C] CUM:

Very embarrassed by the whole topic of cum. He knows he should be responsible and wear a condom or pull out, but he can’t help loving creampies. He’s another member of the breeding kink club. He likes you, he likes children, therefore, he wants children with you. He’ll hold off out of obligation but... trust me, he would do nothing but cum in you if he could- even if you couldn’t conceive (let him have his fantasy please). For his partner’s cum, he lives to please. Wherever they want, even if it embarrasses him, he will put on a show. On him, in his hole, in his mouth. As long as you give it to him, he’s happy with it.

[G] GOOFY:

In the beginning of a relationship, Chiaki is so nervously eager to have sex it’s endearing. He hasn’t quite gained the comfort and suaveness to really be properly goofy or properly sensual. As time goes on, he gets more into the goofy category. Sex is a fun event! It makes you both feel good! Then as more time goes on, as he gets more and more comfortable with sex and you then... he becomes more sensual in the end. He’ll still be silly- especially when first initiating- but he’s calmed down about it.

[I] INTIMACY:

He starts sex on a very light tone but, as time goes on, he becomes more and more sensual. He’s a true romantic after all. It’s an activity for you two to share together. It’s bonding... he loves it. He wants nothing more but to please you and make you feel happy and loved. His goal during sex is to not only enjoy yourselves, but to feel closer to the other person.

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pinkfey · 2 years

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@solasan lucky for u mollie my beloved i have SO much information abt them 💕💕💕 soooooooo ilya & kinasi introduction time <3

so first things first. ilya = jedi. kinasi = sith. oooooo~~~

now !! when ilya was about seventeen she severed her left leg in an uhhhhh ambitious battle where she found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. her master, damren, never lived down the guilt of it. the council blamed ilya for getting ahead of herself but he knew he should have been with her at the time. she didn’t resent him for it but it did change their master/padawan dynamic. there was immense love, as always, but coldness now. strain. after she got her prosthetic they both tried to pretend like it hadn’t happened, but things were never the same. when damren later went missing in action, it didn’t surprise ilya. (tldr damren made her losing her leg about him when he should’ve been focusing on her)

she doesn’t like to admit it, but sometimes she finds herself slipping into the same coldness damren did. she is loving and empathetic and extremely affectionate with her padawan, a zabrak named sunma, just as damren should have been. but once in a while she catches herself scowling, criticizing the smallest of mistakes. she loathes herself for it.

speaking of stuff she loathes, ilya is a powerful jedi. she loves the force and the force loves her. but she struggles with a little thing called repression. she takes issue with the hypocrisy council, strong issue, but since she has essentially been trained to not “rock the boat” as it were, she swallows it down and ignores the teeming discomfort that grows everyday. she hid it well from most, but kina could sense it immediately.

personality wise, ilya is Cool and Collected. she uses a double bladed orange lightsaber but i have yet to decide which form she uses oops <3 she and obi-wan are brunch date besties fmdnsbfn they’re both the wise, lowkey judgmental type with padawans that are overeager to say the least

a brief intermission to talk about sunma: ilya has known him since he was a wee babby and she didn’t pick him so much as he picked her <3 ilya never pictured herself formally training anyone but sunma just kept seeking her out—times when she tried to relax in the library or as soon as she returned to the temple, he’d show up at her side. he was silly and goofy and desperate to please and when he demanded that she train him, she couldn’t say no. he’s everything to her.

now at the time of order 66, sunma was about eighteen years old. ilya and sunma were not together at the time—ilya was actually caught up in another ill-timed battle with kina—but ilya felt the lurch in her chest. it was a kind of devastation she had never known and she knew, she was certain, he had died. she did not have time to search for him though. kina was already quite literally dragging her to the escape shuttle.

INTERMISSION OVER !! kina time <3 now kina is………. so pathetic. just absolutely pitiful. she has something to prove and hunting ilya is her golden ticket. it’s her obsession. she’s come to know ilya intimately, possessively. she knows how ilya favors her right leg, how she twists her lightsaber just so, how she smells up close when she’s glaring at her with all the rage a jedi can bear. all this knowledge of ilya and she can’t. fucking. kill her. fjdbdjfkdsh SHE IS SO BAD AT KILLING HER. SHE KEEPS FAILING. KINA IT IS YOUR ONE JOB TO KILL HER AND IT IS TAKING YOU TWO YEARS WRAP IT UP BABE !!!!!!!

she is angry. remember when i said i need more angry ocs?? kina fits the bill. pissed 100000% of the time. she hates her sith faction, she hates her master, she hates ilya. she’s irredeemable, she just has so much malice in her heart. does this have to do with the abuse she suffered at the hands of her master?? yeah probably lol

kina’s master liked punishment. for every time she failed, he dug a blade into her arm to form a scar in a circle all the way around. it was a lesson in ambition—one she only needed to learn once as a child. only one scar out of all her fellow apprentices, it was quite a reputation she had—until ilya escaped their first encounter. that earned her another scar. then another. and another. ilya ruined her near flawless record not just once, but over and over and over again and kina became nothing in the eyes of her faction. that’s why her vendetta against ilya is so extreme and personal. fun <3

now kina has a rival in the sith ranks who she just might despise more than ilya. this rival (inanah; super old oc who i’m reviving just for this) pushes her buttons just the right way. she points out that kina isn’t trying to prove herself to their master any longer, but to ilya. she says kina’s pursuance of ilya isn’t a hunt, it’s a courtship. kina wants to kill her sooooo bad fkdhshfjfk

but inanah is right. the comfort there is in knowing your opponent so well… you can love anything if you become familiar enough with it. it’s the exposure. it infects you. and kina is familiar with ilya like no other. the first time she seriously wounded her she felt a sickening satisfaction. the fear in ilya’s eyes made her nauseatingly giddy, heart fluttering at the sight of blood like it was a first kiss.

the hatred between the two was largely unrequited until inanah gave kina some unsolicited advice: go for the padawan. and when she did, when she turned her attention to sunma instead of ilya—ilya, who had been so evasive and untouchable, threw herself between the two. it was thrilling. kina finally had her, and ilya finally felt hatred.

“but jasmine montliyets!!” you say. “this is so toxic!! how does this ever work??” well kina’s faction had been sensing something twisting in kina, that admirable-if-unhinged bloodlust of hers had become muddled with something else, something that could not be exploited. they turned on her, hunter become hunted, and kina could have gone blind with anger at the betrayal. she should have seen it coming, she knew, but she blamed ilya. she threw everything out the window. if the sith were going to kill her, nothing else mattered anymore, not even her safety.

she went to the jedi temple, and because kina “poor meow meow” irress has the worst timing in the world, it was the same day as order 66. she found ilya alone, but her faction had followed her and interrupted her before she could strike. then the clones attacked and it was too overwhelming for both kina and ilya and kina knew she couldn’t kill ilya if she was already dead. so when ilya offered her a cautious hand, kina accepted, and they escaped.

granted they did crash land on a desert planet and, after ilya pulled her from the wreckage, kina immediately came out swinging (and missing each one because she’s such a loser fldbsbmffks). but her energy was spent. she told ilya to kill her. surprise surprise!! ilya didn’t. there was nothing left for either of them, no point of fighting when they were both on the verge of death. ilya was done. walking away from the wreckage, she told kina to move on.

kina followed her.

#THANK U MOLLIE WHEHEHEHEHEHE #i simplified that last bit a lot there’s muchhhh more nuance than ilya just going teehee bye <3 i promise fndbsbdbfn #there’s a lot of detail i cut out because this is just so long djsjdbddj #anywaysssss i love them so much there is so much Here they’re so awful <3333 #and yes sunma is not actually dead he just lost his connection to ilya. he finds her years down the line #he’s grown. has scars. he’s tired. ilya puts her hand on his cheek and can’t believe he’s real and it’s just <3 heartbreaking <33 #anyways.txt #letters #solasan #ch: ilya semree #ch: kinasi irress

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sunsents · 3 years

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The Cardigan - F.W 18+

My first ever post and it's a goddamn smut one shot. This has been in my Wattpad drafts for way too long (wrote it three-four months ago), it's not the best, and I'm not proud of the writing but et eez what et eez. I really wan't to start publishing my work and gotta start somewhere. Also the smut is shitty, and the dirty talk is just goddamn vile. Also I'm a horny mf.

Summary ---> "Is that mine? You look better in it than me, that's for sure." An intimate night with Fred after you guys find the house all to yourselves. This is just pure filth, like scroll if you wan't plot. 🌚

Pairing: fred weasley/fem!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut / overstim if u squint / cursing / thigh tiding / dirty talk / fred being a horny little shit / an attempt at innuendos / hand-job / cum play (?) / like one ass slap

Rating: 18+

DON'T REPOST MY WORK

The bathroom at the Weasley's were quite cramped, but you didn't care. Your shower was more than satisfactory, the wavering smell of Mrs. Weasley cooking downstairs mixing with the wonderful scent of Fred's shampoo. The hot water loosened all your fatigued muscles - those extra hours out on the field playing Quidditch was worth it - your muscles were taut, flexing wonderfully whenever you lifted your arm to rinse off the products in your hair.

When you opened the door of the bathroom, clouds of hot air escaping and surrounding the small corridor, you were surprised to hear no footsteps, loud chattering of your friends and the usual plates clinking in the kitchen. You figured going downstair naked wouldn't be a good idea, and entered Ginny's room.

The disheveled bedroom was empty, and you looked out the window to the vast garden and wheat fields that got darker with the hot summer night approaching. There was no sign of anyone and you were starting to get anxious. Maybe it was because of the unusual silence - the Weasley household always had some kind of chaos happening - nevertheless, you quickly slipped on some satin shorts and a soft, white knit sweater to keep the evening breezes at bay. After swiftly drying your hair with a towel - you were letting it air dry, Cosmopolitan said Cindy Crawford did it - you applied whatever product was routine for your body and left the room.

Your magical radio was playing a soft jazz from the den and immediate relief washed over you when you stepped downstairs. The creams and perfumes that stuck to your skin wafted around the air and filled the rooms with delicious essences, and your soft socks slipped and slid across the wooden floor to the kitchen as you pushed yourself with ease. You quickly caught yourself with a chair and laughed, being alone wasn't so bad, you figured you could find ways to entertain yourself.

Until, a low chuckle from the den caused you to yelp and almost fall on your ass, merlin forbid. You couldn't bear another injury after George two left feet Weasley accidentally kicked you on the shin while playing Quidditch.

Speaking of Weasley, Fred Weasley was sprawled out on the couch, wearing only his boxers and a long, loosely knitted cardigan sitting on his exposed skin. You felt your mouth water, his head was lazily thrown back, exposing his curved neck and Adam's apple, his freckles more noticeable than ever. He was staring at you, his lips tugging a smile and enjoying the show you put on. Humiliation, is what it was. You were sliding around floorings like Madame Maxine on ice.

Your blood suddenly felt on like liquid fire, and you opened the cupboards to get yourself a glass of water. "Aguamenti," you casted, and from the corner of your eye you saw Fred's gaze set on your exposed legs, trailing up to your ass that was slightly exposed from the length of your shorts. They rode up more when you stood on your toes to place the cup back on the shelf after chugging the liquid down and muttering a cleaning spell.

"Is that mine?" you cleared your throat, finishing up in the kitchen and walking over to one of the rocking chairs. You didn't know why Fred was sitting around practically naked - you didn't question because he was Fred Weasley and you were tired. You weren't complaining etiher.

"Yeah," Fred said breathlessly. "It's surprisingly comfortable."

"You look better than me in it, that's for sure." You chuckled darkly, eyeing his provocative muscles. The hickeys you had left from a few days ago were slightly healed, soft reds trailing his nape and they weren't helping the growing desire between your legs. "Where is everyone?" you asked.

Fred quickly noticed your poorly hidden lustful stares and moved the cardigan away with a sly smirk, revealing more of his abs and flexed thighs. "They went out to Diagon Ally, won't be back until ten." he said. You nodded then took a deep, shaky breath and picked up a magazine from the coffee table. You settled in your mind that maybe looking through the new season Versace bikinis would calm your lust.

Fred let out a long, erotic sigh, allowing a soft groan to escape his lips along the way. Your hand twitched, you were still oblivious to his intentions and crossed your legs for some friction. "Hey ____," Fred called out, and you hummed in response, not looking up from your magazine. You seemed to have read the same line five times now. "I think there's something in my eye, can you blow on it."

Your eyes went wide, Fred was vulgar. This was no surprise to you after dating him for almost two years, but saying something so shamelessly, no hesitation still made your heart stutter. Your imagination was running wild now, you pictured every single thing you wished to do to him at this moment, in those clothes. You quickly put your magazine down, more of slapped it on the table. "Sure, yeah." you said in a shaky voice, then stood up and walked over to him.

Fred's arms were wide on the couch, and one of them pulled your hand down when he was able to reach you. Your heart stopped for a moment, you felt herself land harshly on his thigh and the impact on your core caused a groan from the back of your throat to slip out.

Fred was rather enjoying himself, his head lazily leaning back on the pillow as he rubbed your thighs up and down, digging the pads of his fingers into your skin and causing an embarrassingly load of your juices to flow to your newly worn panties.

You readjusted yourself so the heat between your legs weren't in direct contact with his thigh. You scooted closer and had to bite back a moan when Fred jerked his leg up and applied pressure on your clit. You were trying your best not to show his effect on you, "Which eye." you hissed through gritted teeth, still pursuing his obvious lie.

Fred's shit eating grin only grew wider, and he took your hand and placed it right on his crotch. He was hard beneath his boxers, swelling bigger the second and you were fighting the urge to palm his cock. You shot him a warning look to which he playfully frowned, then gestured to his right eye. You leaned in closer, maybe he really did have something in his eye.

Fred's breathing was heavy, fanning over your lips as you tried to take a closer look. Your inspection was cut short when he gripped your waist, riding up your sweater to touch you directly. You gasped and straightened up at his rough hands kneading around your stomach. Chills were racing down your spine, you didn't want to give in just yet, just for teasing purposes, but Fred was making it unbelievable hard with his tousled hair and hooded eyes boring into yours.

Your panties felt soaked and you hoped he wouldn't notice, but when Fred gripped your shorts and pulled them down, his eyes fell on the wet fabric that was stuck to your entrance. You were painfully aware of how aroused you were, and your heated cheeks weren't helping with your embarrassment.

Fred licked his lips - his expression lust crazed - then he gripped one of your legs and guided it around his thighs, making you straddle him. He held both of your thighs and pulled you in closer, and when your knee touched his boner, it caused him to groan lowly and attempt to close the small gap between your two bodies.

You marveled at the idea of being any more closer to him, the aching on your lower abdomen making you grind yourself on his thigh, whimpering at the much needed friction. The scene looked erotic to you, Fred's finger had slithered down to your panties and moved them to the side to expose all of you, flushed and swollen. He gripped your waist again and started rocking your body on his thigh, "Ride my thigh baby, wan't you to get off on me," he said huskily, "Slow and good~"

You didn't know what else to do other than nod as much agreeable a nod could get. Fred started guiding your hips at a slow pace, not letting you fasten it once. He tutted when you tried for the second time, "Stop being impatient my love." he crooned, straightening himself up to finally meet your lips.

But you barely responded.

You were slack-jawed, your clit swollen painfully, your hips swiveling to get more contact. Pathetic really, is what it was. Fred said few words of filth and here you were, panting and rutting, thanking whoever up there to have the opportunity to ride Fred's obscenely attractive thigh. A thigh shouldn't be this attractive you thought, his skin warm and comfortable, generous muscles teasingly helping you get off. Emphasis on teasingly, he wouldn't let you have anything that easily. It was heaven and hell all at once.

Fred was sensually tracing the outline of your mouth with his tongue all the while, then dipped down and feathered kisses on your jaw that was just as slow as his pace. "Fuck, you're so filthy for this. Who knew this is all it took?" he groaned.

"You have such a responsive cunt babe, I can do whatever I want and you just lose it. Fuck-"

You were growing more frustrated the second and Fred was getting rather talkative, he ran his nose down your collarbones, sucking the supple skin into his mouth and leaving crimson marks. "Freddie please - just, mmmh!" you cried out a strangled moan, you had finally gotten what you wanted. You knew Fred could never resist the nickname, and in such a tone too.

He had started to rub your clit, his other arm wrapping around the small of your back protectively. He groaned against your neck, sending shockwaves of pleasure trailing from your marked neck all down to your feet. But Fred wasn't stupid, he had caught on rather soon and chuckled.

"Bad girl." he mocked, then gave you a light smack on your ass, causing you to yelp and jump. You landed harshly on Fred's thigh again and the moan you let out was almost painful. You clutched onto his hair as he gripped your waist and continued to rock you on his thigh.

You let him guide your movement, your juices easily allowing you to slide yourself back and forth on him, and whenever Fred would pull you forward he would apply pressure on your clit by gripping your waist tighter and pushing you down. He fastened his pace with every grind, and every huff of air you let out when your hips would come in contact. "Oh fucking hell - yes," Fred heaved, your knee must've been grazing against his cock just right because he was letting out soft groans and curse words every other second, his hefty length visible behind the fabric.

You couldn't resist, he had such an attractive dick even after seeing it so many times. You started rubbing him from the outside of his boxers, digging the pads of your fingertips into his shaft whenever you could. Fred's head rested between the slope of your breasts, and his hips bucked up at your touch, rutting desperately into your fisted hand, causing you to loudly moan out when his thigh pressed on your swollen bud.

He was barely jutting your hips at this point, barely able to focus on your pleasure from the amount he was getting. Cocky attitude gone as soon as you touched him, you made him melt under your palm. "I love you so fucking much - ohhh...holy shit, keep rubbing me like that." he moaned against your skin, the intense vibrations making you shudder.

You started to move by yourself, quickly and desperately, your juices glazing the skin and soaking up your panties that was making it harder for you both. But it felt too good to stop and remove it, the heat in your core was growing and you closed your eyes to focus on the man that was letting out hot breaths between the valley of your breasts. His hand started playing with your nipple, squeezing it between his forefinger and thumb as the other gripped your waist and rocked you faster.

Your movement was getting sloppy, legs trembling and jerking whenever pressure was applied to your clit. You were whining the name of your lover, your voice almost pornographic. "Cum my love - fuck yes, cum all over me. Make a mess of me." Fred's hand left your nipple and guided your hips faster, the other pulling down on your thighs as you threw your head back. Fred started circling your clit to speed up your fast approaching release, but it wasn't even needed.

With a final, high pitched squeal, your vision went black, stars dancing around your lids. Your body shuddered violently, and you came hard all over his thigh. "You look so beautiful I-" Fred barely managed to let out before you gripped down his boxers and let his erection swing out. You wrapped your hand around the head and watched in amusement as pre-cum leaked out when you squeezed.

"What? Gonna milk me dry baby?" Fred chuckled darkly, his free hand running through his tousled hair while the other gripped and kneaded the side of your waist.

"I was hoping to do more than that, but for now..." you licked a long stripe up the base of his neck to the back of his ear, and bit. All the while, your hand started working around his painfully hard cock. Fred was almost heaving now, unlike you who just recently came down from your mind blowing orgasm.

"I-...please, I wan't-" Fred gulped, and in the very rare moments he didn't know what to say. You started pumping his cock, the moment you squeezed him tighter he was coming.

"Fuck fuck fuck - ____!" Fred released all over your hand, his dick twitching beneath your fingers as he leaned his body on yours and let out strangled moans against your neck. You licked your fingers clean, then gently lifted Fred's chin. His eyes were slanted in a deep post-orgasmic daze, and you started to give him slow, wet kisses. "Look how good you taste." you whispered, swirling your tongue around his as he groaned into your mouth.

You were obsessed with how mesmerizing Fred looked. When he came, when he cried out whatever filthy thing came to mind, that blissful glow he had after orgasming. You wanted to repeat those moments over and over again, come with him yourself and touch yourself to his noises. And his taste, you could never get enough of it.

#fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #hp smut #fred weasley smut #harry potter fic #reader insert #fred weasley imagine #harry potter smut

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midrashic · 2 years

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AM I THE X-HOLE I. BONUS. u/SplitTheBaby speaking prophecy,

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a reddit-style post with supposedly 6.3K upvotes and a header "AITA for..." reading, "I [30ishM, you don't need any more details] have devoted my entire life to tracking and killing a man [hard to say? at least 50M but he looks the same as when I knew him] who murdered my mother, experimented on me as a child, and played a not inconsiderable role in a genocidal effort to wipe out my people. I finally got in the same room (more or less) with him only to be stymied by a couple of his bodyguards, who threw me in the ocean. Fully willing to die if it meant he would not live another day, I sabotaged certain key components of the ship he was on, but he and his cronies escaped in a hidden submarine. I tried to stop them with certain skills of mine, but the effort dragged me underwater. Meanwhile, a complete stranger [20-30ishM, I'm not good with ages] has apparently leapt from a different ship that was trying to stage a confrontation with my nemesis (a US government ship, if that tells you anything) and is trying to drag me above water even though I'm like 80% confident I could've at least killed him before I drowned. In the commotion, my quarry got away. Strange man, possibly my soulmate, insists that I am not alone anymore and that somehow (?) this means I should join him and his fellow government stooges to stop a wider scheme being orchestrated by my mortal enemy. I haven't said anything one way or another yet, and all his CIA friends look like they're getting impatient. But he's the one who kept me from fulfilling my life's purpose and only reason to continue existing, so AITA? "Some factors to consider: "* It was MY decision whether or not I should keep trying to kill this bastard, and potential future husband seems like he didn't respect my bodily autonomy when he tried to stop me? It's my life and I decide what to throw it away on. Feels kind of like he crossed a line? "* I won't get into details, but the way he communicated with me that first time was kind of weirdly intimate and intense, like he skipped past all the talking and sign language and starting communicating right with my soul, and I couldn't keep any thought from him no matter how much I wanted to. Inappropriate for a first meeting? "* He's really hot. I mean, it's not my fault for taking so long to make a decision when he's always just around looking smug and biteable. Do I want to avenge my mother's death? Yes. Do I want to hit that? Also yes. I'm pretty sure that if I fucked him and left that would make me TA, but I'm also pretty sure that if I joined him and adopted his ineffectual hand-wringing pacifist ideals I would also be an A. You see my dilemma."

a reddit-style comment from u/ExcusesRUs_BOT, with a green flair bubble "Not the A-hole," reading, "NTA. "It's your life. "But I have to say, it does seem like you're being pulled along by this guy. "I mean, you say you're 80% sure you could have killed him before you drowned. "If it seems like you're just going along to kowtow to this guy and his weirdo idealism, that might be reason enough to say no. "It's a big decision, and no one but you can answer the question, but are you actually feeling like this is your path, or is he just leading you along because you look like you could be potentially opened up to a new way of looking at things?"

a reddit-style comment from u/SanAndreasYourFault_BOT, with a red flair bubble "Asshole," reading, "YTA for not making a decision. Are you really that confused about this?"

a reddit-style comment from u/SanAndreasYourFault_BOT, with a red flair button "Asshole," reading, "YTA. "You don't have to justify your actions to anyone, and if you have the choice between someone being murdered or letting that person go free where they will continuously menace the world because "now we can finally be together", I would pick murderer every time. I mean, hell, even serial killers get some happiness in life sometimes - what's so wrong with revenge? If you love him as much as he loves you it should be worth going through all of that for a shot of retribution. You're throwing away an opportunity for catharsis and closure simply because it wasn't *his* style of revenge, not because it didn't fit your ego of being a "strong female character"."

a reddit-style comment from u/SplitTheBaby_BOT, with a blue flair bubble "Toss-Up," reading, "NTA. You're a murderer's worst nightmare and he is the world's most eligible bachelor. You need to decide which you want to be."

a reddit-style comment from u/SplitTheBaby_BOT, with a blue flair bubble "toss-up," reading, "NAH. "My Take: First of all, thank you for your service. "I think you're giving this stranger way too much power. You've spent a lifetime trying to solve this case, and now that you're within grasp of your enemy you want to give up? Are you that desperate for peace? "If you join this guy, you're essentially saying you're ready to put this whole thing behind you, and that's fine, but don't be surprised if he never lets you go. He'll probably want to keep you around for intel, and for possible future battles, and you'll probably like it, but don't be surprised if he keeps you locked up somewhere, or keeps you on a tight leash. "You're only in your 30s, you have plenty of time to catch this guy and kill him, but you're also still young enough that you might not want to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder."

a reddit-style comment from u/SplitTheBaby_BOT, with a blue flair bubble "Toss-up," reading, "NTA. "Your potential future husband is TA. "Your potential future husband is not your soulmate. "Your potential future husband does not get to insist that you join his government team to stop a wider scheme being run by your mortal enemy. "Your potential future husband is not making the most important decision of his life so far. "Your potential future husband is not looking smug and biteable. "Your potential future husband is being ridiculous."

a reddit-style comment from u/SplitTheBaby_BOT, with a blue flair bubble "Toss-up," reading, "NTA. You wont be an A for choosing not to follow this man, no matter how attractive he is. "Also, you wont be an A for not telling us whether you fucked him or not."

a reddit-style comment from u/SplitTheBaby_BOT, with a blue flair button "Toss-up," reading, "NAH. He's probably just lonely and wants a friend. You're both at fault here. Take some time to think things over and you'll probably be fine. If you're not, well, at least you died trying, right? "If you are able to some day, try to make it up to him for putting him through all this by being really understanding and kind. He probably wants to forget about everything that happened, too."

a still from the final scene of x-men: dark phoenix of charles & erik at the cafe in paris. erik is just sitting down and placing the chessboard on the ground.

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#cherik #cherikedit #xmenedit #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #fandom: hated and feared #relship: we'll always have cuba #ch: heavy metal broke my heart #ch: if you can‚ teach (professor heal thyself)#midrashic: photoshopology #series: am i the xhole

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maliby · 3 years

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Dare | Johnny Suh (+18)

↬ Pairing: Johnny x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: smut, fluff

↬ Warnings: mature language, explicit sex scene

↬ Word count: 5.6K

↬ Summary: You and your friend Johnny have this ongoing string of wild dares. There’s just one thing: you’re never allowed to say no.

“Good morning class, today we’re going to start learning all about the matrix!” Your Algebra professor happily announced, completely unaware of the horror that swept over his students.

“Wait, is he talking about the movies?” Your friend Taeyong leaned in as soon as Professor Weaver turned his back to write on the board. The rest of the class groaned, having heard tales of horror from their seniors about the subject.

“No, you dufus! Remember last year when Taeil was having a mental breakdown?”

“Oh,” realization dawned over his beautiful face, his big eyes widening even more.

You had had a crush on Taeyong from the first moment you had seen him (just like everybody in your year), but that soon went away as you got to know him and found that you connected better as friends.

“Yup. Matrices…” You sighed in terror while you rested your chin on the palm of your hand. “Maybe Taeil has some notes he can give us-” At that moment, the phone in the back pocket of your jeans buzzed, breaking you out of your conversation. You fished the device from your pocket and looked at the shiny notification bar - it was a message from your roommate, Johnny Suh.

You looked to your left where said roommate was, sat just a few tables from you, and felt a feeling of dread creep up on you at the sight of his stupid grin. You didn’t have to read the message, you already knew what he wanted.

“Is it Johnny?” Taeyong asked as his eyes followed yours straight to the roommate you both had in common.

“Yes…” you mumbled through gritted teeth, quickly placing your finger on your phone’s Touch ID to unlock it and read the message.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:35 AM): dare u to scream “fuck” as loud as you can

“Motherfucker…” you muttered with your eyes closed.

“What did he dare you to do this time?” You turned your phone to him as you noticed him trying to take a peek at it. “Oh no…”

It all started this one night at a frat house party. Back then, you were still crushing over Taeyong and, in a game of truth or dare, Johnny dared you to pick your nose and eat your own booger. Of course, any sane person would have said ‘no’ but, the tequila shots you had downed half an hour earlier made you anything but that. After that, not only did you not look at Taeyong for 2 weeks straight, but also dared Johnny to pick his crush’s nose. You thought he would never agree to it, but as soon as you saw the deed being performed right in the middle of the cafeteria, you knew you had just entered a game with no end.

“Y/N, you can’t do this! You’ll be in trouble!” Taeyong tried to reason with you, already knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

“More trouble than I was in when I had to write a love poem to Professor Stevens on one of the questions of the Calculus exam?” You flinched as you remembered the talk down you got when Professor Stevens thought you were trying to have sex with him to get a better grade.

“Yeah...that was bad. But still-”

The buzzing of your phone interrupted Taeyong. You looked down at it and read Johnny’s second message out loud to your friend.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:38 AM): are u scared? 🐔

You looked back at the sender of the message and felt annoyance grow as you saw him flap his arms around like a chicken and laugh straight in your face.

5 seconds. That was how long it took for you to completely lose your cool, flip Johnny off and yell from the back of the class: “Fuck!”

You were expecting a couple of things to happen, but nothing could prepare you for the general reaction you got: laughter. Everyone was laughing, from your classmates to your professor. Everyone except Johnny, that is.

“Don’t worry Miss Y/L/N,” Mr Weaver said from the front of the class, breaking your stare down with Johnny. “Matrices aren’t as scary as they seem,” Mr Weaver fondly smiled at you before turning back to the board to write something down, leaving you completely perplexed.

You looked back at Johnny who had his face in a frown and stuck your tongue out to him - it felt good to see his evil plans backfire.

“That was lucky,” Taeyong commented with a little chuckle.

“Tell me about it, feels like the Universe has finally compensated me for all the stupid shit Johnny has made me do.”

“You’ve made Johnny do some pretty stupid shit too.”

“Shhh,” you turned to your friend with your finger in front of your lips, making the universal gesture for silence. “Let’s not talk about that,” you patted him in the back and picked up your pen to start taking notes.

“I’m back!” You announced as put your keys on the glass bowl right by the entrance of your shared apartment.

“Taeyong, they were all out of your favourite yoghurt.” You heard noise coming from the kitchen so you moved your way there, but as you went inside you crossed paths with Johnny who was just leaving the kitchen. He was on the phone, and by the expression on his face, you figured that something bad must have happened.

“What happened?” You asked Taeyong who was leaning on the balcony eating the last of his yoghurt.

“I don’t know, it’s his mother.”

“Oh no, are his parents fighting again?”

Taeyong nodded as he licked his spoon and threw the yoghurt cup in the trash.

It was then that you both jumped up at the noise of the door slamming shut - Johnny had stormed out of the house.

Both you and Taeyong had called him loads of times but Johnny never answered, worry consuming you and your best friend. Eventually, you both decided to split up and go looking for him - Taeyong on his scooter and you on your bicycle.

After half an hour of looking for Johnny in the most obvious places, you started to get desperate. You were starting to run low on ideas of where he could be, but as you passed by a bus stop and saw an ad for a sunscreen with a girl on the beach you suddenly remembered something: Johnny once had told you that when he was feeling down he liked to go to the beach and listen to the waves because it really calmed him down.

“Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” You questioned yourself (earning a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop) before you changed directions and started to peddle your way to the beach.

The beach was mostly deserted (being that it was December and it was cold), but a brown-haired guy could be seen sitting alone in the sand.

You parked your bike in the empty bicycle spot, locked it and walked straight to the lonely boy. As you got closer to him and confirmed his identity you couldn’t help but sigh in relief - he sure as hell didn’t look good mentally, but at least he was physically okay. You fished your phone from the pocket of your jacket and sent a quick text to Taeyong before sitting right down beside one of your best friends.

“It’s a little cold for a swim, don’t you think?”

He smiled at you, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“My parents are getting a divorce,” he deadpanned before looking back at the sea, your instant reaction being to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

“I begged them to just talk it over. I begged them to try but...they won’t.”

“Johnny…” you started in a warning tone. You wanted to tell him that his parents have the right to be happy, but you completely understood where he was coming from - nobody wants their parents to split up. You just wish you could take away this bad feeling from him.

“I know, I know…” he answered, picking up what you were about to tell him. “It’s just...hard.”

You studied his face for a while and noticed his eyes were puffy from crying and your heart completely broke. You and Johnny liked to tease each other a lot, but the truth was that you really cared about each other, more than you’d probably like to admit.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles. He probably could barely feel them over his bulky black leather jacket, but you couldn’t help but do it. “We’re here for you. Me and Taeyong. You know that, don’t you?”

Johnny turned to look at you and for a brief moment, his eyes held an emotion you had never seen on him. Something you were sure you had misunderstood. Something that, weirdly, made your heart pound.

“I know.”

Johnny kissed the top of your head and wrapped his long arm around you, snuggling you closer to him and his body heat. You placed your head on his shoulder and just sat there, hearing a mix of his breathing and the waves.

Suddenly your heart started pounding again - something about this felt way too intimate. Replaying the last few minutes in your head made you realize that all of this, somehow, felt like more than a friendship, and that, scared the crap out of you.

Your own body acted on its own, and when you came to it, you were already backing away from him and saying something to deflect the situation.

“You know there’s a frat party tonight don’t you?”

“Y/N... I’m not in the mood.”

“Johnny Suh, you are going to that damn party, and you are going to have a good time!” You knew he was stubborn and that you probably had no chance of convincing him but then, something crossed your mind; something that would dead sure make him go. “...I dare you!”

He chuckled. “That’s a low blow, using the dares against me.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a dare though?” You smiled mischievously, making him smile in return.

“Touché.”

“Woo-hoo! Look at you!” Taeyong whistled as soon as you left your room, all dolled up and ready to go party. “Who are you trying to bang?”

You sneakily took a peek at Johnny who was sitting on the couch and felt a shiver run up your spine as you saw his eyes completely locked on your form. “Mmm, no one,” you lied in a playful tone.

The truth was you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that little moment with Johnny on the beach and, as you looked through all your clothes when deciding on what to wear, you couldn’t help but pick your most revealing dress with his reaction in mind.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Taeyong said.

“Well tough luck! Now come on guys, the cab is waiting downstairs.”

When you were grabbing your bag to make your way out the door you felt a tall presence right behind you. He placed his big hand on the small of your back and whispered to your hair: “damn Y/N, didn’t know you cleaned up like that.”

You smiled to yourself and then turned to look at him. “Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” You winked at him and turned back around, leaving to follow Taeyong to the cab while being fully aware of Johnny’s eyes on your back.

When both you and Johnny arrived downstairs, Taeyong had already sat in the front, making you both sit in the back.

The ride was a short one - only 10 to 15 minutes - but, nonetheless, it was full of tension. Taeyong was on his phone the whole time, and the driver kept quiet so, if it wasn’t for the radio the silence would be a deafening one.

Both you and Johnny didn’t take out your phones, as it would be usual. He just leaned his head on the window and watched the city lights pass by, probably still thinking about his parents. You felt bad. You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted him to be his usual funny self and dare you to do stupid shit, but seeing him like this just broke your heart.

You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile - he was handsome. Of course, you knew he was handsome, you were not blind, but this was the first time his handsomeness was affecting you. You couldn’t help but stare: stare at the way his styled hair brushed upon his eyes, stare at his straight nose and stare at his perky lips.

Suddenly, an undeniable urge to lean in and kiss him emerged within you. An urge so immense that you caught yourself actually moving towards him, only to be stopped by him turning to look back at you with a charged expression.

You shared a look for a few seconds. A look that made your insides tingle and your legs press harder against each other. What was happening to you?

Johnny’s hand was reaching over to yours, which was pressed on the seat between the both of you, and you could feel your heart start to beat faster. Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down and all your focus was on that one hand. That hand that looked strong and delicate at the same time. That hand that looked like it had the power to not only be rough but also gentle. That hand that could grope you, touch you and fuck you so good until you cried for more. That hand that was so close that made you gasp in anticipation.

“We’re here,” the cab driver announced, breaking you from whatever spell Johnny had you on.

“Thanks. Keep the change.” Taeyong paid the driver and left the cab, immediately moving to open up your door.

“Milady,” he bowed, acting as your personal chauffeur.

“Why thank you,” you awkwardly bowed back, still feeling shaken up by the events of the car.

“Okay, let’s move!” Your group started walking towards the house as soon as Johnny joined both of you from the other side of the cab, Taeyong still completely unaware of what had just happened. “I promised Yuta we’d play beer pong with him.”

“But Taeyong, you know I suck at beer pong!” You protested.

“I do. And that’s why you’re not on my team.”

“What?! That means I’m stuck with her!” Johnny whined from right next to you, making you turn and hit him in his chest, his hard pecks not going unnoticed by you.

“Hey!”

“Shut up Suh, you know as well as I do that you could use a drink,” Taeyong said before he spotted his friend near the entrance. “Yuta ma’ man! What’s up?”

“TY! I was beginning to wonder if you’ve gotten lost!”

“Sorry, Miss Y/N here took 3 hours to get ready,” he pointed back at you, making you hit him in his shoulder.

“Shut up Taeyong!”

“Come on man, did you get a good look at her? I’d wait an eternity if it meant I could look at an angel like her,” he winked at you before getting a sip out of his red plastic cup.

It was public knowledge that you and Yuta had fucked a couple of times. He was pretty hot, and the things he could make you feel with that tongue piercing of his were out of this fucking world. But tonight, you weren’t feeling him all that much - the tiny voice in your head telling you that that’s because you wanted to be railed by Johnny instead.

“Do you really think those cheesy lines are going to work?” Johnny asked out of nowhere with a hint of annoyance to his voice.

Johnny and Yuta were friends and him, more than anyone, knew that Yuta was a nice guy. Sure, he really liked to flirt, but he was also very respectful. So, his reaction made you wonder if he perhaps was feeling jealous. Secretly, you hoped he was.

“It already did man,” Yuta winked at you once again, catching you a little off-guard.

“Now, TY told me we’re not going to be on the same team for the beer pong. I’m usually a perfect gentleman, but I’m sorry angel, I can’t let you win.” Yuta came one step closer and picked up your hand and you swore you felt Johnny tense up beside you. “Maybe afterwards you could save me a dance?” He kissed the back of your hand and gave you a look that left little to no imagination of his true intentions - he wanted sex.

“Dream on, Nakamoto,” Johnny interrupted, coming right between you two and breaking your contact. “Stop stalling and let’s go.”

Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you inside and away from Yuta and his advances. The look of bewilderment on your other roommate’s face didn’t go by unnoticed by you, but you forcibly chose to act like you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what it was, but you were liking this jealous side of Johnny and you were certainly curious for more.

“Alright, game on,” you heard Yuta comment before the loud music from inside overwhelmed you and your ears.

The game went on for a while. You lost, just as Taeyong had predicted. You didn’t mind, really. You just wanted to have a good time and the alcohol from the game was helping you do just that: you were currently in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself without a care in the world. You had lost your friends when you went to the bathroom and decided to go to the dancefloor when WAP started playing.

You were enjoying yourself. You were at that fine line where you were feeling the effects of the alcohol but you could still make your own decisions and you loved it.

Suddenly, as you were shaking your ass, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a crotch on your ass. You wished it was Johnny, but as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on a couch not far from you, you felt your fantasy crumbling. You turned around to see who you had just ground on and weren’t surprised when your eyes landed on Yuta.

“Hello angel, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?” You tried to put a little distance between you, but Yuta just pulled you right back in, your bodies now in full contact with each other.

“The way you look tonight...you’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “All I wanted to do, was ditch Taeyong and the game and do that thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Usually, that would be enough to make you lose your shit and pull him to the closest available bedroom, but tonight your mind was elsewhere. “Yuta...I’m sorry but tonight I’m not feeling it.”

His face fell in disappointment and he looked like a lost puppy, which partially made you feel bad for rejecting him, but you had to be honest.

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then...”

He was about to let you go; you could feel his grip loosening when someone yanked him back and away from you, leaving you confused.

“Leave her alone Nakamoto,” Johnny’s voice sounded right from beside you, making your heart jump.

“What the-? What is wrong with you Johnny? Why are you acting so- Oh…” Yuta looked back at you and you could literally see him putting all the puzzle pieces together in his mind. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing,” you intercepted Yuta before he could say anything. “Yuta, don’t you have to go meet up with that girl?”

You made some weird faces at Yuta so he could understand what you were doing and, thankfully, he did.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have fun!” He winked at you and turned to leave, making you sigh in relief that that whole situation was over.

“That was weird,” your roommate commented. “Was he bothering you? I know he sometimes can be a little...persistent.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your chest. You knew Yuta could never harm you, but the fact that Johnny was so worried about you made you swoon. Then a thought popped in your head that made the warm fuzzy feeling turn sour: was he worried because he liked you or just as a friend?

“No, it’s okay. He did nothing wrong. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…”

The mood got awkward for a minute, with none of you saying a word until Johnny broke your shared silence. “I’m gonna go.”

“What?”

“Yeah...I’m sorry, I’m just not really feeling it.”

He looked mentally down and you felt bad for him. Johnny was always the one cracking up a joke - wherever there was laughter, he was always present. He loved to dance and to have a good time, and it broke you to see him like this.

“Hey, come on, dance with me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m really not feeling it…”

“Come oooon…” You didn’t know how you could convince him, but then an idea popped in your head. “I dare you.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of at least making him laugh. “Playing dirty again Y/N?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much of a choice now are you Johnny?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he could continue you started imitating a chicken, just like he had done to you in the Algebra class and you couldn’t help but smile at his laughter once again.

“Alright, alright!”

“Yes!” You chanted in victory, promptly grabbing his hands and making him dance with you.

The dance started out friendly, with a few spins here and there, but it wasn’t long before tension started rising up and his hands were on your hips, just where Yuta’s had been. In your head, you couldn’t help but compare the feeling of the 2. Yuta had nice hands, that had certainly made you feel good before, but Johnny’s somehow felt better. His hands felt like he cared for you on a much deeper level. Like they could hold you and never let go. Like they could protect you from anything and completely destroy you at the same time.

As your inner voice went on an entire monologue about the wonder of Johnny’s hands, you found yourself looking him dead in the eyes. The way he was looking at you was making you think wild things, and with the buzz from the alcohol, you couldn’t help but want to act on those thoughts.

Without an ounce of self-control, you let your head move forward and your mouth whisper in his ear: “I dare you to grab my ass.”

Without a second of hesitation, his hands were on your ass and you were exhaling on his ear. The way his big hands were fully grabbing you and massaging you was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself get wet. You wanted nothing more than to have him lift up your dress and finger you in the middle of everyone.

Johnny moved his head near your neck and you thought for a second he was about to kiss you there, but you were surprised when he spoke in your ear. “I dare you to grind that sexy ass of yours on my cock.”

“Fuck.”

Just as he had done with your dare, you promptly complied, turning around and rubbing yourself on his semi. You both were walking on some dangerous paths, but you didn’t think any one of you could go back now.

As you moved your ass to the music and felt him grow harder and harder you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to fuck him. You wanted him to end you. You wanted him to fill you up so good that he’d ruin any other man for you. You wanted his hands all over your body. You wanted him to grab your tits and play with your nipples. Fuck.

You reached your head back and whispered your next dare to him: “I dare you to play with my boobs.”

“Gladly.”

And then those big hands that were previously on your ass were now caressing your breasts and you felt like you were completely done.

“Mmmh…” you moaned, not sure if he could hear you over the loud music.

The way he was pinching your nipples over your dress made you feel glad you decided on not wearing a bra tonight. He was making you feel so good just with his fingers on your nipples and his clothed cock on your ass that your mind once again thought about what it would feel like to have the real deal.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The dare had caught you off guard. You had been so in a trance by the grinding that your mind went straight to the fucking and skipped the kissing, but now that he had requested it you couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, consumed by desire, you turned around and glued your lips to his.

You wrapped your right leg around his hip (his hand once again coming to the rescue and grabbing your thigh) and felt his cock rubbing you straight on your clit. The feeling was so pleasurable that you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. So you pulled back from the kiss and plead for the last dare: “I dare you to fuck me.”

Johnny didn’t waste any more seconds, he grabbed you by your hand and lead you up the stairs to the first spare bedroom he could find. He then pushed you to the bed, making you fall right on the mattress.

“When I saw you with Yuta I went fucking crazy.”

The way he was towering over you and looking down on you as he confessed his feelings to you was slowly driving you mad. You never imagined you would be where you were right now, but now that you were you could confidently say that you wanted nothing more than this.

“I turned him down because of you,” you also confessed, now suddenly feeling shy and not being able to look him in the eye.

He chuckled.

Suddenly the mattress dipped between your legs as he joined you on the bed, right on top of you.

“How the fuck did we end up here Y/N?” His fingers gently placed a misplaced lock of your hair behind your ear, catching your breath at his tenderness.

“I don’t know...but I think I don’t want to go back.”

“Good. ‘Cause me neither.”

His lips were back on yours and although the kiss felt different this time, it quickly evolved to something more. His hands ran down your body and went between your legs, his fingers rubbing you over your drenched panties.

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all from grinding against my cock?” His fingers slid under your underwear and easily entered you, making you moan.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t stop thinking about your cock, it’s driving me crazy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” Something dark took over his eyes. Something that, in combination with his low and breathy voice was making your desire for him grow to even bigger levels.

“Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His free hand pulled down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breaths to his hungry mouth, as his other hand picked up its pace. “I lay awake at night just thinking about you: your smell, your hair, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your body…”

“Johnny…” you moaned his name as you felt that sweet pleasure building up from within you.

“Fuck, that sounded better than I imagined. Do that again, baby.”

Johnny’s other hand joined the one between your legs and began its assault on your little bundle of nerves, intensifying the amount of pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck Johnny, I can’t take it much longer…”

“Cum for me baby,” he instructed as he tried to alleviate himself by rubbing his cock against your leg.

“Ohshit-” you incoherently mumbled at the arrival of your orgasm, your walls spasming around his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Johnny mumbled against the skin of your belly as he pressed soothing kisses on it.

You smiled and took in a few more breaths so you could talk.

“Since when are you this romantic Suh?” You asked as you finger-combed his now messy hair.

“Since always. I just only show it to special girls.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Damn Johnny Suh and his smooth ass talking.

He chuckled before moving closer to your face and kissing you across your jaw. “Since when are you this shy Y/L/N?”

“Since-” You opened your mouth to answer him but came up short, ending up getting frustrated instead. “Shut up and take your clothes off!”

Your roommate laughed at your annoyance and immediately complied, removing his shirt and working on his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his buff body: his bulging biceps, his washboard abs and his juicy pecks. You were so lost in desire that you didn’t even notice that Johnny was eyeing you up.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, the stupid grin on his face driving you mad.

“Shut up,” you said once more, not enjoying the power he had over you.

“Take off your dress baby, I wanna see you too,” he requested as his hand caressed your naked thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

You obliged, quickly removing all your clothes and exposing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way his cock twitched that he was affected. So affected, in fact, that within seconds he was on top of you devouring your lips.

Both your hands wandered on each other’s body as he dry humped you between your legs.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, no. But wait a minute,” Johnny reached for the bedside table and opened the first drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for. “Jackpot.”

“Did you know that was there?”

“No, but I figured. After all, this is a frat house,” he explained as he opened up the package and rolled down the latex condom on his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Just put it in.”

Johnny didn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed his cock, ran it up and down your slit a couple of times and slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness being completely indescribable.

“Oh Johnny, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, tell me when I can move.” Johnny was nuzzled up in your neck, leaving tiny love bites as you adjusted to his cock.

“You can go.”

He started moving slowly at first, a string of moans spilling out from both your mouths, but, soon after, his hips started thrusting faster and harder and you found yourself clawing at his back.

“Shit,” he hissed before glueing his lips back on yours.

For a moment you both lay there on your own little pleasure bubble, just fucking and swirling your tongues together, with moans and cusses being spilt left and right as you enjoyed each others’ bodies. For a moment, nothing else mattered - just you and Johnny.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. You are so perfect,” he confessed as he kissed you all over, his words almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

“Johnny, baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.”

Johnny was drilling into you so hard that the sound of skin slapping on skin was drowning out the music coming from outside. You were almost there, and as you felt that sweet feeling building up in your core you took a chance to really look at Johnny: the way he bit his lip, the way his brows frowned in pleasure, his dishevelled locks and the way his veins popped on his arms as he held himself up so as not to crush you. He was so fucking hot you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, beautiful. I’m right there.”

That was all you needed. Just like that, you were crashing and burning around the man you had considered as ‘just a friend’ for years, your walls milking him dry and making him spill everything inside the borrowed condom.

You didn’t move for several minutes. Johnny fell right to your side and just lay there right beside you, your chests rising and falling in tandem.

What do you say in these situations? What were you supposed to say right after one of your best friends, and roommate, fucked the shit out of you? You had no idea, but thankfully, he took the lead.

“I dare you to fuck me again.”

The dare caught you completely off-guard, just like yours had caught him and you couldn’t help but laugh. For a good minute, that’s all you both did: laugh.

“Alright,” you reached for the drawer and grabbed another condom from the owner of the room. “But this time, I’m on top.”

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Lips like sugar~

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW. semi-fluff?

Request: Hey!! Can we get a sugar daddy alpha!oikawa; who's out with friends in public and sees his f!omega bby with some friends, but her group of friends decided to approach his group, and she tried her best to distance herself from him, and he was just having none of that, and became super annoyed and possessive in front of the group, later making it clear that he did have actual feelings for her? AAAA sorry if that doesn't make sense!!! I hope you're taking care of yourself <3

Summary: Toru Oikawa had no qualms about paying a pretty little thing to hang off his arm, but he expects you to be at his beck and call for the price tag you come with. And if you aren’t? He’ll put you back into your place real quick.

Author’s Note: Holy f u c k I cannot explain how much I loved this request-- Please don’t make tiktoks on my work I might cry

Requests: Open!

NSFW Warnings: Fem! Reader, Uhm....It gets soft at the end tho- Mirror sex

➵ You were so, so pretty.

➵This was a fact that Oikawa knew.

➵ While the price tag you came with wasn’t as pretty, he was willing to pay it.

➵ He had the funds to do so, and though he wouldn’t admit it, you were always worth it.

➵Always.

➵ He would hope you saw him as more than a walking, talking bank account. Especially now that, not only were your friends, but his as well were all settling down.

➵ He could see himself settling with you, having at least two pups, big yard, white picket fence.

➵ “Shittykawa!”

➵ Shaking his head, he caught up to his friends (Which were visiting him in Argentina), taking over and leading them around.

➵ It had taken a lot of asking and begging to get them here in the first place and he was not going to let this opportunity go. Not one bit!

➵ He took them to the best street vendors and street stalls, encouraging them to enjoy the bright liveliness that South American culture had to offer.

➵ Not to mention the girls and guys a like that were more than eye candy. They were more like a whole ass eye buffet.

➵While Oikawa wouldn’t admit it, they all felt lackluster compared to you

➵ A nudge from Mattsun had him looking in another direction, his eyes widening as he saw you.

➵ You were glammed out, tastefully of course, with jewels and gems that he either gifted you or gifted you the money to get so (He assumed); hair flowing and shining beautifully as your eyes glimmered.

➵ Iwaizumi was already talking to one of the girls you were hanging with, and Makki and Mattsun were quick to pick up the other two. Leaving you and him.

➵ He shot you one of his coy smirks, sauntering up to you, quickly wrapping an arm around your waist before you had a chance to react.

➵ Your hands rested on his chest, trying to discreetly push him away.

➵ His grip only tightened as he leaned into your ear.

➵ “Come on, pretty thing, your fine with me everywhere else.”

➵ Truth be told, you had tried separating from Oikawa lately because unwanted-nor needed- feelings began arising.

➵ Stupid things like butterflies in your gut and your cheeks heating up whenever you thought about the brunet.

➵ Swallowing those thoughts, you plastered a smile on your face, leaning into him and acting the role you were payed to do so.

➵Oikawa seemed to appreciate it, as he played the role as your alpha as well.

➵It felt intimate in every way, meeting Oikawa’s friends, learning old memories and anecdotes of their highschool days.

➵In a way, it made you yearn for more, but that was a strict rule you kept for yourself.

➵ The minute feelings were brought in, you stepped out.

➵ You will admit you have kept Oikawa far longer than you should’ve, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go.

➵ By the end of the day, you and your friends left with waves behind you, Oikawa dragging a finger along the bottom side of his chin. A wordless demand.

➵ ‘Tonight. My place.’

➵ You merely nodded, scampering along to prepare for the night to come.

___NSFW UNDER THE CUT___

“Oikawa-” You yelped as a harsh smack was delivered to your ass, making you reel and your back arch. Slick gushed out of your cunt, drenching his and your thighs, but he was still relentless.

“That’s not my name.” He snarled, nipping at your spine as he pulled your hips in time with his thrusts. The necklaces you wore that day were still on, glimmering in the limited light as it bounced with your breasts. The chain was still cold against your skin, making your skin chill over with goosebumps. “Last names are past us, don’t you think, Y/N?”

You whined, withering as you tried falling onto your hands to take some stress off of your knees. The mirror in front of you was foggy at the edges as it reflected your own sopping cunt back at you. At this point, you couldn’t resist the thought of having this every night. Having Oi- Toru behind you, figuratively or literally, sounded like a dream come true-- and not because of the money, you honestly couldn’t care less at this point.

Licking your lips, you bared your neck to the alpha, head falling back onto his shoulders as one of his hands snaked forward to circle your clit. Your hips bucked forward at the shot of pleasure but he stayed prevalent. “Toru-Fuck, please, I wanna cum so badly.”

“Cum for me pretty girl. Go on, gush all over your alpha’s cock.” His hand sped up as his eyes watched his dick slip in and out of you, slick trails following after it. It was erotic and breath-taking all in one.

You obeyed his words, back arching as you reached back into Toru’s hair, yanking as you clutched around him. His knot was stuffed into your still pulsating cunt, making him groan as he emptied into the condom he had put on earlier. Nonetheless, you were stuck together for the next ten minutes, panting and coming down from you high.

“At the risk of making the next ten minute awkward, I wanted to say I really like you.” Toru whispered into your back, holding you close with his arms looped around your abdomen.

Licking your lips, you relaxed back onto him. “I think I like you too.” You paused before laughing. “And not your checkbook.”

“That’s good. Don’t think my poor heart could take it.” He himself laughed before continuing. “I have a courting gift in the drawer, but right now we’re a little...tied up.”

A quick maneuver had you laying on his chest as he laid on his back, hands trailing up and down your sides.

“All the money you gave me went into a trust fund, in case you were curious. If you want it back I’d be more than happy too-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. That’s our money.”

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Argument after Argument

warnings - angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, breeding, shower sex, established relationship

another stupid argument, over what ? forgetting to pick up grocery. if it weren’t for the highschool reunion the two of you were attending tonight, you’d be at home sleeping at a distance from each other in your shared king sized bed.

at first, tsukishima didn’t even want to be in the same room as you. it took a lot of convincing but he eventually agreed just to shut you up.

he looked nice, really really nice. you couldn’t help but think he did this on purpose. he would usually never dress this nice for a silly gathering. then again, you gave him the same treatment. you dressed your absolute best, not even caring if you where over dressed.

you were expecting more of an reaction. he barley glanced at you and gave you a simple ‘you look nice’. when he saw the way you scoffed and huffed out your nose when you saw him, he was satisfied. all he wanted was an reaction.

“are you ready yet ?” he rushed you. you simply rolled your eyes and walked out the door.

you hated when it got like this. both of you had too much pride to admit that the other is right or to apologize.

you waited for him to open the car door like he always does. he doesn’t seem like the type but after 4 years together, you’ve realized he does small romantic acts instead of verbal romance. the little things he did made you so happy, it put a soft smile on your face thinking about it.

that was all washed away when he walked up to the car and got into the driver’s seat, leaving you standing outside of the car. “are you getting in or what ?” he spat. his tone was so harsh.

the drive was silent. thick tension sat in the air. you were turned towards the window and he was focused on the road. you thanked god when you pulled up to the school. you’re hoping you can loosen up tonight.

you both walked in and were instantly met by old friends. from what you heard, your old bestfriend, shoyo hinata became a volleyball player for a pro team. you were extremely devastated that you didn’t keep in touch but nows the chance to reconnect.

just as you were serving yourself a drink you hear a familiar voice. “hi ______ !”

it’s was tadashi. you never really talked to him at school, in fact you recall properly meeting him a bit after you and tsukishima got together back in college. “hey tadashi, it’s good to see you !” you brought him into a hug. “u-uh you too !” he replied with a small blush on his face. “kei should be around here somewhere.” you told him. he nodded and walked off, telling you to enjoy yourself and blah blah blah.

about 4 cups of rum punch later, you were having the time of your life. shoyo showed up an hour ago so the two of you were catching up. (well it was mostly you rambling about your day to day life while you were pretty drunk.)

you hadn’t seen tsukishima this whole time, and honestly you didn’t mind, you needed a break from him. the gathering was coming to an end and you were far from sober. you knew how to handle yourself, so it wasn’t like you were embarrassing yourself or anything, but you definitely needed help from shoyo with walking.

“let’s go find tsukishima and get you home.” he said as he put your arm around his shoulder to help you balance. “just use my phone and call him.” you slurred out.

he got your phone and attempted to open it with your old password from your first year of high school. a small smile appeared on his face when it worked.

he went to contacts and searched for tsukishima. he called him and handed you the phone.

“______ where are you ? it’s time to go.”

“hey kei, im outside the cafeteria.”

“ok im coming.” he scoffed

“thank yo-” he hung up before you could finish. you started frowning and shoyo noticed.

“everything will be fine ______” he said rubbing your back. you didn’t want to cry. you didn’t want to waste your tears on a petty disagreement. you got up and hugged shoyo, thanking him.

right on cue, tsukishima pulled up just in time to see you hugging hinata. he honked and told you to get in the car. you said your goodbyes to shoyo and got in the car. once again, awkward silence.

“so did you have a good time ?” you tried to break the tension. “it was fine. and you ? seems like you had your fair share of fun” he responded in a judging tone.

“yeah i did. it was nice to reconnect.” you said, trying to not have a snarky response. “seems like you did more than reconnect.” he said lowly. you looked at him confused “what do you mean by that.”

“well you were practically throwing yourself at hinata.” he said with a scoff.

your eyes widened in disbelief. did he just accuse you of ‘throwing yourself’ at your best friend.

“how was i “throwing myself at him” ?! we were literally just talking the whole time !”

“i saw how you were touching him, hugging him, laughing at everything he said. surely he wasn’t that funny.” he chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road.

“are you that fucking insecure ? god, i wasn’t touching him in any way and i was hugging him because he felt bad for me. the way you were talking to me was so fucking harsh.” your voice began to shake, not from sadness but anger.

“all i said was that i was coming to pick you up. how’s that harsh ?” he raised his voice.

“you hung up before i could even get two fucking words out.” you yelled.

“it’s not that big of a deal.” he rolled his eyes

“yeah but this isn’t the first time you’ve done this.”

“you’re always so mad for no reason.” he responded

you didn’t say anything after that. you both just sat in silence until you arrived home.

after arriving home, you both went up to your room. it was completely silent and the air was full of anger and tension.

you got in the shower, you had to cool off. argument after argument. you were afraid for what was next. tears started to well up in your eyes and next thing you knew they were falling.

he could here your soft sobs over the shower water falling. he didn’t mean to react that way. he was just so angry. he was angry at himself for letting this get so big. he was angry because you could leave him at any moment.

it startled you when he walked into the bathroom. “are you ok ?” he asked softly. it was silent for only a second until you replied with mhm.

“i-i’m sorry.” he said lowly. that was something he very rarely says so you were pretty speechless.

it took a few seconds for you to respond “i’m sorry too.” with a small voice.

“i just don’t want to lose you.” he continued with a shaky voice. “you’re not gonna lose me kei, we just need to.. work things out.” you replied. you heard a soft ok before the door opened.

“wait..” you said loud enough for him to hear. “can you come in here.. with me ?” you asked nervously.

“are you sure ?” he confirmed carefully. an ‘mhm’ can be heard over the noise from the shower.

he slowly undressed, already somewhat turned on from your request. you two haven’t been intimate in weeks due to the arguing. a few kisses here and there but nothing more. just being able to see your body again was making him excited.

he peeled the shower curtains back an stepped in, already admiring your body. you on the other hand took no time to begin to pull him to your height to kiss him. passionate and hungry for more. he tasted so sweet. his lips felt so soft, and his tongue was so warm as he slowly slipped it in your mouth.

he walked forward until your back hit the wall. he was holding your cheek so softly, kissing you so softly, as if. he was afraid he’d break you. he never wants to hurt you the way he did tonight. he wants to be more careful with what he says and does.

he began to trail kisses down your neck. he was teasing you. he knew the exact spot you loved oh-so much, but he’s going anywhere but there.

as soon as he made contact with the skin in between your ear and collarbone, you whimpered. oh god, he missed the way you’d whimper for him. he missed how your body aches for him in the most obvious ways.

you trace your hand down his chest, to his stomach, to his dick and you began to jerk him off. oh how he loved when you’d jerk him off. when you two first got together he refused to jerk himself off because “you do it better”.

he groaned against your neck. you loved that sound. the sound of him struggling to catch his breath, all because of you.

“sh-shit i’m about to cum.” he said slack jawed. “go ahead.” you breathed out.

after a few more pumps, he moaned out loud, releasing his cum for you and only you.

he caught his breath for a second and began to kiss you briefly before turning you around so that the front of your body is pressed against the wall.

he aligned his cock to your pussy, that was already dripping wet. he slowly entered, causing you to let out a dragged moan. he went painfully slow “please kei, f-faster” you whined.

he obeyed as he picked up the pace. his mouth was to your ear, so just hearing his moans were pushing you over.

he slid in and out quickly, causing you to struggle to stand. he took notice and held you up by wrapping his arm around your waist.

a line of swears were heard along with water hitting the two of you and skin slapping.

“i love you, kei. i love you. i love you.” you repeated as you felt yourself reaching your high. that absolutely pushed tsukishima over. he moaned loudly in you ear as his pace slowed down.

he milked his cock in you, and you took all of it happily. “i love you too, _____” he replied out of breath.

“let’s finish the shower.” you said with a weary smile.

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DATING TXT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Yeonjun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Yeonjun loved to tease you with his affection, pushing boundaries was very much a favourite habit of his. His hands would often wonder when he was around you, he couldn’t help himself but try and see where his affection could take him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You already worked at the company before TXT came together, and so the two of you struck up a professional relationship from the start. You always took great care of Yeonjun as a member of staff, but that didn’t stop him always trying to be a little more friendly with you and try to get you know better than the other members of staff.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

After debut and the group took off, Yeonjun was able to settle a lot more. With that, he couldn’t help but find himself desperate to confess to you as you started working with other rookie groups, having less contact with him. One evening he surprised you at the company, desperate to tell you how he felt about you before he lost the chance. You were shocked, naturally, but there was no way you could ever turn Yeonjun down.

D ⇴ DATES

He loved to get quite competitive on dates and make sure that he could show off to you. You’d spend a lot of dates at sports complex or arcades where Yeonjun could show off his strength, but the one thing he loved to do more than anything else was try and teach you to skateboard. Admittedly, you were terrible, but you knew that it was something that Yeonjun was passionate about, and whilst you were yet to take two feet off the ground without him holding firmly onto you, it was only a matter of time before you’d get the hang of things.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Having never dated before, there was definitely a moment of apprehensiveness as far as Yeonjun was concerned. He knew as the eldest member he had a bit of an example to set for the other members, and a lot to follow up as the next generation to BTS. However, with your knowledge of the company already, he was confident that a relationship was something that the two of you could enter and make sure that neither of you got hurt. He was always going to protect you, even ahead of work, Yeonjun knew what he wanted in life, and was firmly set on making sure he got everything that he wanted without a bother.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Whenever the two of you fought, Yeonjun couldn’t help but get quite emotional. You quickly picked up on the fact that he wore his heart on his sleeve a lot, and when he had something to say, he couldn’t help but pour his heart out to you. The frustrations that would trigger an argument between you both would very quickly turn into sadness and hurt that the two of you could speak so harshly to each other and say so much that neither of you ever meant. It didn’t take long for one of you to crack, usually Yeonjun, both soon figuring how pointless an argument was over whatever had caused it, and how much easier it was to just talk.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You ended up meeting Yeonjun’s family before you started dating whilst you worked at the company, and so they couldn’t have been happier knowing that Yeonjun had chosen to start dating you too. They trusted you, and knew you understood the company and his line of work, and so he’d definitely be happy with you too.

H ⇴ HOME

Being at the dorm was something you loved, especially with Yeonjun having his own room. The boys loved having you around, which was most definitely a bonus for you. The two of you were still young, and neither of you were willing to rush into getting your own home together when your careers were still your focuses.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Yeonjun was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ suddenly on a date night. He’d taken you bowling, and you were losing, by a lot. As you hit the gutter yet again and spun around with a pout, you sent Yeonjun weak at the knees. Before he’d even thought about his words, a reminder to smile and a quick ‘I love you,’ had been muttered, surprising you greatly.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He would definitely be the type of person to hide any jealous feelings that he had, but again, he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot when he finds himself getting emotional, and so it wouldn’t take long for you to pick up on how he was feeling, no matter how hard he tried to hide it around you. You’d often notice that he’d get a little quieter and his cheeks would begin to flush as he tried to hold himself together. He’d deny ever feeling jealous around anyone until eventually you managed to push him into admitting how he felt.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you very quickly agreed that you were far too young for children, and that for the foreseeable future you saw yourselves working hard on your careers instead. Yeonjun still had so many ambitions for TXT, and you were making your way up the ladder at Big Hit. You knew there would be time for the two of you to start a family someday, but you had plenty of goals you wanted to achieve before that time came.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

You loved seeing Yeonjun happy, that was always the most important thing to you. His smile was definitely something that drew you to him, even before the two of you started dating, and even more so since. You knew that he felt the pressure a lot, and there were times when he’d come home with the smile very distant from his face, and so you’d make it your mission to make sure that you found a way to make him smile again. You hated how hard he was on himself, almost as if he wouldn’t allow himself to smile at times, but after a short while with you, he couldn’t help but find himself smiling once again.

M ⇴ MISSING

Being the eldest, he definitely felt a responsibility when it came to missing you. He would try incredibly hard to shrug off any feeling of missing you, but when times were tough, even the mention of your name was enough to make him incredibly emotional. Yeonjun would try and keep things together, but usually after a chat with Soobin, he’d reach his breaking point. It was as if he was a ticking time bomb when it came to missing you, once the tears finally started, it would take a long time for them to stop. Especially, when he called you. You knew each time you hung up the phone that he was going to spend a little while to himself to try and hold it together.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You often found yourself calling him ‘junnie.’ It began as a bit of tease when you first met him, however as things changed between you, your jokey nickname for him was something that ended up sticking around.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your smile, almost as much as you were with his. He loved to see you happy, just as you always did with him too.

P ⇴ PDA

Yeonjun wasn’t afraid of being affectionate with you in public, but it would always be very subtle. People could often be forgiven for not even realising that the two of you were a couple because you were so conscious of being affectionate and making sure that you didn’t stir up any trouble for yourselves.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He would often ask if you were tired whenever you tried to stay up with him. With a yawn, you’d assure him that you were alright, but as soon as your head rested against his shoulder, you’d be out like a light and proving him right.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

You learnt very quickly that Yeonjun was incredibly chaotic and messy, with meant his room in the dorm was often a tip too. You’d always end up tidying around him and ended up buying him plenty of storage boxes and units so that he could try and keep his mess neat too. Although he’d never use them, and instead throw things on the floor, the thought that you put into sorting them for him meant a great deal to him.

S ⇴ SEX

Every time the two of you were intimate, Yeonjun made sure to treat you as if you were the most delicate thing on earth. Yeonjun prided himself on being a gentleman, especially in the bedroom, always making sure that you were comfortable and satisfied. He never put himself first, he’d always take care of you first and listen to your body closely, picking up on all the hints you gave him as to what you wanted from him.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Throughout the day you’d often get random messages from Yeonjun, usually seeing what you were up to. He loved hearing how your day was going and making sure you were looking forward to seeing him that evening.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were very much a best friend to Yeonjun, and a huge support from the very start of his career. Even before things took off, you were the first one in line to cheer him on, both professionally, but as a partner too.

V ⇴ VACATION

Stories of San Jose had kept you entertained for hours, and so when the opportunity arrived to take a week away from work, there was only ever going to be one place that Yeonjun would take you. He wanted to be able to show you the places where his memories had been made rather than constantly just tell you about them instead.

W ⇴ WHINING

He tended not to whine too much, he appreciated more than anyone when you were busy and was happy to wait around until you had some time free for him.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Whenever Yeonjun was around you, it was very much an instinct to hold onto you and usually press a kiss against your cheek or the nape of your neck. When you were around other people, it was a small gesture he could give to you without having to create a huge fuss about your relationship or make other people uncomfortable. In the comfort of your own home though, he was always more than happy to tease you and push all of the boundaries possible.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan, supporting him in every single thing that he did.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Yeonjun never slept, a quality about him that you never understood. You’d usually end up having to drag him to bed to make sure that he rested for whatever schedule it was that he had planned for the very next day.

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bored-mumma · 3 years

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Steve Rogers - Smut Alphabet - NSFW

MASTERLIST

18+ only. Very sexual nature. Swearing.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s the king of aftercare. He’ll get warm cloths and clean you up, will grab you a glass of water and massage any place you ask him. If there’s anything you need after sex Steve will be more than happy to do it for you. Especially on the days your legs feel like jelly.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favourite body part of his is his arms. The way they can just pick you up and carry you, no matter your size. Or how they can pin your down against the bed when his face is in between your legs.

Steves favourite body part of yours is your thighs. The way they move when you walk, how soft they are in his hands or the feeling of them wrapped around his waist. He can’t get enough of all of your body, but your thighs are just something else.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Inside of you nearly every time. Thanks to the super serum he can’t have children anyway so there’s no pregnancy fear for you. Though it’s mostly about the feeling. Being buried deep inside of you and bringing you to your orgasm as well, so he can feel you clench around him, is a feeling he can’t describe. It’s pure heaven to him. Although some days he ends up cumming in your mouth instead, not being able to resist your lips around him and watching you swallow everything he gives.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s nothing he wants more than to fuck you in the compounds gym. Seeing you work out, getting all sweaty in your tight gym clothes does crazy stuff to him. It got to the point he’ll no longer work out with you, finding it too difficult to concentrate.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced at all. He’s only been with a couple women, all but one of them was more than 80 years ago.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The “upstanding citizen” ironically. You straddle Steve, wrapping your legs around his body (he keeps his knees unlocked and thighs spread slightly). He then stands and supports you in their arms. You can start on the bed and have them pick you up without disengaging. (Or for the truly bold, you can hop aboard from standing position!)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time he’s pretty serious. His number one priority being getting you off as many times as possible. However, occasionally when you’re both in more relaxed, silly moods, Steve can crack jokes and make you laugh as well as make you feel great.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t really do much down there. Which is fine, you’re not fussed about that and he’s not fussed about yours either.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

No matter what position or what mood he’s in, sex between you both is very intimate. Eye contact, loving whispers, moaning in each others ears and hands linked together. Its an act that brings two people to one.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not very often since you are always usually up for it but sometimes he can’t help but get himself off in the shower. His sex drive is pretty high and he knows sometimes after a pretty rough night you may need a few days to recover before you can go another round. Although masturbation isn’t his favourite thing to do, he’ll still do it on the days he doesn’t get laid.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s a slight masochist, loving the pain he feels when you pull his hair hard or drag your nails down his back. He always loves a bit of orgasm control too. You riding him and getting him so close to cumming but as soon as you hear his moans getting louder, you stop all movements. He’ll get his revenge though and the next time you two have sex he’ll edge you with his tongue.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In the safety of your shared apartment. He doesn’t care where in it and has taken you on every surface but he doesn’t like to do anything outside of your home. He’s got a reputation to keep up but not only that, the thought of someone else seeing you in an intimate position makes him crazy jealous.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you sit on his lap then your night is instantly sorted. Especially if you lightly rock your hips as you straddle him. He could be in the middle of the most important paperwork but if you do that then he’s gone from your loving boyfriend to just an animal.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Two of the biggest things he would never do is humiliation play or breath play. He loves and adores you too much to ever even consider humiliation play and breath play feels far too risky for him. Especially when you count in his super serum strength - one mistake and you’ll lose all breath.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can’t get enough of your mouth. You knelt on your knees before him, head bobbing up and down as he grips your hair. Torn between throwing his head back in ecstasy or keeping his eyes fixed on you. Its now to a point where he gets excited every time he sees your hair up in a ponytail since thats what you do before giving him a blowjob.

He also loves to give you oral back too. Feeling you writhe against his face as he uses his arms to hold you down in place, hearing you cry out his name as he holds back your orgasm for the third time. Its his happy place.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually pretty rough but not overly fast. His strong thrusts are one that some may consider to be at a fast pace but since you know how fast he could get, it didn’t seem so to you. However on the occasion, he’ll go more slow, more sensual. Usually those nights consist of oral on you and some plan missionary, him going deep but slow and whispering how much he loves you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’ll take whatever you give him! A good few hours of fucking at night time or just a quick ride in the shower before the day starts works for him. As long as you both get off, he’s not fussed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’ll try basically anything you want to do. To him, one of the most important part of sex is making sure you have an orgasm (or a good few!) and if you want to try different ways of doing that, he’s usually game. He also feels very comfortable in talking to you about things he’s heard about and is interested in trying and again, most of the time you say yes to them. You both only have one very strict rule. Before trying out any new kinks of play things, you have a conversation about it beforehand.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Neither of you really know how long he can last since it’s usually you who has to tap out first. After three or four rounds lasting at least an hour each, you can’t even walk. Thankfully Steve's aftercare game is strong and takes care of everything for you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own a couple of toys for when Steve is away from you on work. But when Steve found them he couldn’t help but bring them into the bedroom together. Especially ones that vibrate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not very often as he loves the feeling of you having a wave of pleasure beneath him but every once in a while he’ll be in the mood to make you suffer. Orgasm control as he eats you out. Tongue going up and down your body but missing all the places you wanted it the most. Fingers circling your clit but refusing to give as much stimulation as you wanted. Anything to get you begging for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not loud in volume but very loud in words. He’ll deny it but you’re certain he has a praise kink. Always whispering in your ear about what a good girl you are, how well you take him. He never stops talking/moaning and it turns him on to full extent when you do it back.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He can’t even tell you the amount of time he’s looked at you during an Avengers conference , eyes going over your body which is wrapped in your work suit - an outfit he has fucked you in so many times before. Instead of paying attention, he’ll sit there and think of all the ways he’ll play with your body later. To the other Avengers, he’s Americas man in blue, someone who is just a soldier and can do no wrong. But you and him knew his mind is one of the filthiest you’ve ever known.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

A good 9in.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive never goes down. He’s ready wherever, whenever you are. It’s usually you who initiates sex since its just easier that way. After four years together, Steve has never turned you down.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s out like a light! As soon as the two of you are finished, cleaned up and started to cuddle, you can hear his gentle snores. He doesn’t mean to do it and always tries to wait for you to sleep first but never actually manages to.

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elysianslove · 3 years

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could i req a hc for kita & akaashi where their crush is secretly a jujutsu sorcerer who goes to their school to undercover and to kill the curse but they didn’t know and what if one day, she saves them from the curse? what’s their reaction towards reader? thanks!

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kita shinsuke

kita’s not a nosy person. he always keeps to himself and stays out of people’s business, and he’s never been the type to encourage rumors or to dwell long on what if’s and theories and conspiracies

but even he had to admit your situation was weird

you enroll into inarizaki mid-year, and you’re a third year like him. at first he’d just assumed you’d moved from a neighboring high school last minute, but you never attempted to participate, as if you were only here for show. next, he’d assumed it had been familial issues, but he heard nothing of that, never saw you with a sibling or a parent or a guardian. it was all too. vague for his liking

of course, this amount of interest is unbecoming of kita. it’s just. there were so many questions to you and no answers. you really, really intrigued him, and okay, maybe he thought you were really pretty, and yeah maybe he did have a small crush on you, but that was besides the point!

the main thing is that you were just. sus.

he realized you weren’t really causing harm though, just quietly minding your business, so he did the same, and chose to ignore any nagging at the back of his mind

until he picks up on another weird habit of yours: staying at school until the latest hours. as involved as he was with school activities, he hadn’t heard you being a part of any club, considering how late you’d enrolled in school. but here you were, without fail, every day, by the school gates as the sun sets

the only reason so much attention was given to you from kita was because of how peculiar your case was. it frustrated him how he knew nothing, just your name after your brief introduction to the class, and the fact that there seemed so much to you. it’s not that you were simply a private, boring person. it couldn’t be, not with how secretive everything was

one day, on accident, he lags behind in the boys’ gymnasium, cleaning every volleyball with extra care and without noticing, the sun had set. under the assumption he was the only one in the gymnasium, after ensuring every and all equipment was in its place and clean, he grabbed the keys and started to head out. the gymnasium was quiet and dark, save for the gentle stream of moonlight and —

whatever that thing was, it did not belong in the gymnasium

okay let’s assume kita can see curses because what is there that kita can’t do

i don’t think he’d panic outwardly, but he definitely would freeze up and just not know what to do

it didn’t look too friendly either. or sound friendly. or smell friendly

your appearance comes all of a sudden for him, but honestly, when you come barging in through the doors and you start battling the curse, he’s? not surprised?

like he figured you had a secret, just — who knew it would be this?

he’s honestly a little mesmerized with how you manage to fight it off and keep him out of harm’s way simultaneously, until you finally exorcise it

you’re breathing heavily after you’re done, since the curse had put up quite the fight against you, so kita, with his captain instincts, and with mobile feet again thankfully, comes up to you and asks if you’re okay

you look at him bewildered like??? am i okay??? are you okay???/

you’re a little concerned how unfazed he is by the curse tbh

after the adrenaline fades away, and you’re left standing in this dark, empty gymnasium with this really handsome guy, you finally find it within yourself to introduce yourself, telling him your name, before lifting up your hand to shake it with his, continuing, “and i’m a jujutsu sorcerer.”

kita smiles, there’s a part of him, an itch that’s been dying to get scratched, that’s finally relieved, and he takes your hand in his, shaking it firmly and saying, “kita shinsuke; pleasure to meet you.”

“pleasure’s all mine.”

he walks you home, and the entire time he realizes how you’re really the furthest thing from quiet, you’re just serious when you need to be, given your occupation. you explain the whole ordeal, about the manifestation of curses spiking in this area, how you’d been assigned this mission, everything.

it is so satisfying to him finally understanding everything. it’s like finishing a puzzle that’s taken months to complete

you admit that that had been the last curse, since you’d eliminated the source, and you’d have to leave soon

not without his number you’re not <3

kita’s not the type to want to show off his s/o, but once you inevitably become that, he takes every opportunity he can to watch everyone’s eyes as they see you kick ass. it’s his guilty pleasure :)

akaashi keiji

okay this one’s a little different because your arrival at fukurodani wasn’t so sudden. yeah you’d joined later than most students, but you’ve been here since the start of the year, so akaashi wasn’t suspicious of you, since you’d never given him a reason to be

he doesn’t see you outside of school often. honestly, he doesn’t even see you in school. you don’t share classes with him, so he doesn’t know if you skip classes or not, but he’s heard that you do. you’re also never like. anywhere. it’s most that he knows of you

he just assumed you were one of those careless kids that didn’t really give a shit about school, until he started seeing you. except, it was at the weirdest times, and the weirdest locations: sometimes it’d be behind the gymnasium where he practices volleyball, or it’d be in those sketchy alleyways where he was 90% sure people sold drugs there, sometimes he’d spot you on the roof of the school. it was so

odd?

akaashi’s a very curious person. he’s not nosy, he just has a very overactive imagination (i mean, literature department akaashi keiji? obviously)

so all this just made him unconsciously pay more attention to you. like, he didn’t want to, he just subconsciously did. any time he’d pick you out from the crowd, he’d find his eyes following you narrowly, or anytime he heard your name, his ears would perk up. he really didn’t mean it. you just kinda fascinated him, to the point of, maybe a crush? he wouldn’t really call it that, but yeah, he guesses the symptoms are of a crush

but anyways, this school was really boring! that’s why!

not a crush >:(

so! he’d been walking home one night, let’s say bokuto was with his family and there was no training for that day. it was winter, so the sun had set pretty early, leaving him in the paleness of the moonlight and the occasional streetlight illuminating the pathway for him. there wasn’t really anybody around, and he figured at a time like this people were either already home or still at work

until he heard a low growling noise

he didn’t really think much of it, only stiffening up a bit

but he told himself it was his mind playing tricks on him, or something he mistook for a growl, or maybe it was a growl and it was just some dog nearby. just tried to stick to rational thinking because what else would it be?? was there option for anything else?

until, out of nowhere, you appeared from an alley he just crossed past, and curled up against him, one arm hugging him tight, before you raised a hand to your lips and silently asked him to stay quiet

he was

very confused

like what the fuck

but then you shifted, spinning around him. curiously, he twisted around with you, and

damn

what the actual fuck

so it wasn’t a dog

the curse lunged at you, or maybe it lunged at akaashi, but you quickly kicked it away, sending it spinning, before you raised your hands up above you, ready to exorcise it, until it twisted unexpectedly and aimed at akaashi

it made you panic, and instead of focusing on exterminating the curse, you turned your focus on protecting akaashi, who was in momentary shock. or maybe it was awe. you weren’t sure. somehow, you fought with the curse, maneuvering your way around it and moving akaashi along with you. somehow, his hand was in yours, and he was letting you shift him right and left as you attempted to fight off the curse. god, what the fuck is going on

eventually, finally, akaashi ducked behind you, and you raised your hands above you again, quickly exorcising it. he watched from under his shielding arms as the curse — exploded? vanished? evaporated?

and without even missing a beat, you were kneeling before him, hands on his shoulders, shaking him wildly, asking is he’s okay

it kinda made him want to laugh at how panicked you seemed in comparison to how serious and scary you’d been a second before

akaashi finally answers that yes, he’s okay, but he demands an explanation, please, because he’s never been more confused

you continue to walk him home, with the lame excuse of “i’m your personal bodyguard now,” and explain everything to him. he’s. kinda. really amazed? like you thought he’d get thrown off at the reality of the world you and him live in but he’s actually really fascinated, and he listens to you talk the entire time, only speaking when he has a question

when you come to school the next day, you smile at him knowingly, waving at him and when bokuto sees him wave back with a small smile on his face, he combusts.

akaashi sorta really likes the idea of being the only one to know your little secret. something about it is so satisfyingly intimate, and the trust it conveys? he’s really honored, you know?

as your s/o, he gets really worried whenever you’re sent out on missions, but you always remind him that what brought you two together was you saving his ass <3

and then he’s reminded of just how proud of you and amazed he is hehe

end note; i want to write a book. :D

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