#[though also i really want to play with a cute guy's nice cock again... the duality lol]
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#maybe it's the slight sleep deprivation talking#but i do keep wondering how approachable i come across on the subway to be talked to by a cute guy first#i hate having to be the one to do it first and if i'm looking up and [i think] smiling as i glance at the route list#[as an excuse to brush my eyes along your bulge inches from my face...]#then playing ygo duel links some more#wouldn't that be an invitation to spark a chat?#especially if it felt like we were sorta making decent eye contact there... lol#ofc this guy could've also been straight so i'm overthinking this but#😩 it looked like a nice bulge 😩#ugh he was hot#[also coming off some work stress and sleepiness i wanted this local train to hurry but also wouldnt have minded if he asked about my game]#[kind of a shame the last time a cute guy struck up a convo with me it was Taylor last *June* and that didnt go past our one nice date#and it was cute since it was about me playing a SoulSilver hack on my phone and us both being into ygo and anime#...still don't get why that petered out but he never replied when i said i thought i saw him walking around recently so w/e#anyway all this to sleepily say that despite how some selfies come off or take off i very much have my shy/overthinking moments lol#and also i saw this cute couple by herald square holding hands and ugh i'd like that again#[though also i really want to play with a cute guy's nice cock again... the duality lol]#anywho i should work on sleeping soon 🥱#/thought dump#ore no inochi#*makes you visualize a smiling corgi as thanks for reading all this*
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Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged and NSFW HCs, PART 2!
Once again, minors do not interact! I made you guys a part 2 of my current thoughts. No plot or card spoilers in my comments or reblogs, please and thank you 💙
Part 1
Rafayel
Have you met this man? He wants to know where you’re at and who you’re with at all times. So jealous. It’s probably in your best interest to forget other men exist once you’re dating him
Convinced you to suck his dick while he’s painting to see if it helps convey emotion into his painting—he accidentally pushed the paintbrush through the canvas when he came
Loves when you ride him—it’s so cute watching you bounce on him and use his body for your own pleasure. This also allows him to sit back a little and enjoy every sound you make, every facial expression, every feeling. Of course he does eventually get bored and flips you onto your back for his turn
Before you’re dating, he persuades you into being a nude model for him. He takes his time caressing your skin and telling you he has to “feel” the art, lets his hands wander and linger as he moves your body little by little until you’re in the exact position he wanted. Spends hours staring at your naked body, pretending to draw it (he finished his sketch hours ago but he doesn’t want you getting dressed yet)
Kinks/fetishes: biting, marking, breeding, spit, primal, spanking, mirror sex, praise, wax, shibari, choking, exhibitionism
Loves a pussy job—just sliding his cock between your folds and tapping at your clit like he’s knocking on a door until he cums all over you. Loves this for two reasons: 1) you look exquisite with your clit swollen and body spattered in cum, and 2) the banter between the two of you during a pussy job is top tier. It’s not quite degradation, but you’re both going back and forth in the most teasing way, riling each other up.
Has the biggest praise kink. He thinks he might actually die if you don’t tell him how amazing he is at least 12 times a day
Part of the pretty dick club. It’s actually perfect—thick but not too thick, long but not too long, nice veins wrapping around and well groomed at the base. Some would say it’s perfect.
Xavier
Sometimes when he’s flustered by you, his body emits a soft glow because of his evol. You notice it for the first time when you surprise him with a kiss to his cheek. He glows a little brighter the first time he kisses your lips too.
He’s fallen asleep during sex before. Usually after several rounds, he’s cum twice already, and you’re laying on your sides on the bed and he’s lazily thrusting into you from behind and all of a sudden he stops. Sheathed inside you and an arm around your waist. When you look over your shoulder, he’s sounds asleep and already softly snoring. You have no choice but to do the same, falling asleep in his arms and keeping his cock nice and warm all night
His favorite position is missionary where your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s slowly, deeply thrusting into you. He likes seeing every expression on your face, really feeling you sucking him in, hearing every breathy moan you try to hide from him. And he likes that he can kiss you whenever he wants
Likes to read at night, even though he falls asleep doing it. When you start staying nights at his place, he convinces you to read out loud to him and you do that every night until he falls asleep with his head on your chest.
Kinks/fetishes: hair pulling (he likes when you give a little tug), overstimulation, marking, cum play, face sitting, cockwarming
Loves fresh flowers and brings you new ones every week. He thinks they’re pretty and hopes you appreciate them the way he does. Sometimes he buys them or sometimes he picks them from some lush patch in the forest. Always takes some for himself so he knows when they start dying and he needs to get you new ones.
Loves to lay his head in your lap so you can play with his hair
The kind of guy who will keep his hand holding yours no matter what because he wants to make sure you’re staying beside him. Sometimes takes one of your hands and puts it in the pocket of his sweatshirt with his just so it stays warm.
Zayne
He was very opposed to fucking in the hospital at first but then on a day he was super stressed, you stopped by and sucked him off under his desk while he reviewed charts and he was able to successfully perform a surgery other doctors thought was inoperable—he was more lenient on sex in the hospital after that
Kinks/fetishes: size kink, spanking, brat taming, choking, degradative praise, impact (spanking/flogging/paddle), breeding, edging/denial, thigh riding, dirty talk
Has absolutely bent you over his knee to spank you when you’re being a brat and talking back to him all the time with no regard for your own well being. All he wants is to take care of you because you never take care of yourself. And he would take the best care of you.
Cunt smacks. No further explanation needed.
Favorite sex position is prone bone. He likes hitting it from the back because sometimes the prolonged eye contact that can come with facing each other makes him uncomfortable. But doggy style isn’t what he wants because he wants to feel your body against his, holds you as close as possible. This position works best because every inch of him is atop you and he can feel your body there beneath him, he gets to tuck his head into your neck to bite or kiss or moan into, he’s close to your ear and can whisper filthy things or tell you how close he is or how good you feel around him, and most of all, this position has him so fucking deep inside you that he swore nothing in this life felt better the first time he entered you in this way
Allergic to saying nice things to you 98% of the time.
He runs cold because of his evol and sometimes when he cums, it feels like ice inside of you. Made you scream in surprise the first time but leads to some fun temperature play where he uses his tongue to warm you up after. He’s also often cold and loves to curl up against you and tell you that you’re his heater.
#ThickDickClub
@luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps @adaurielle
#love and deepspace#rafayel#rafayel x reader#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier x reader#xavier love and deepspace#zayne x reader#zayne love and deepspace#zayne#love and Deepspace hcs#rafayel HCs#Zavier HCs#Zayne HCs#mdni
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Ethan Landry as a Boyfriend Headcanons (SFW AND NSFW)
I was bored so rewatched Scream 6 and these just popped into my mind, hope you enjoy!
Warning/s: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Girlfriend, language, mentions of smut, oral, p in v, riding, sub!Ethan, begging, mentions of orgasm denial, degrading kink, praise kink, sweet and soft Ethan, you get the picture
Word count: approx 600
SFW
Very, very clingy. Feels completely out of touch when he’s not around you. The boy will follow you around like a little lost puppy
Big on physical contact. He likes to always be holding your hand or have your arm tucked into his
Yah, he’s touch starved
He’s literally obsessed with you.
Like, to the point where it’s probably concerning to those around you
He’s a shy little bastard though
Gets overstimulated in large groups of people so will absolutely cling to you for dear life in malls
But he really likes going shopping with you and helping you pick out clothes
He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair
He’ll lie with his head on your lap for hours just relishing in the feeling of your fingers running through his curls
Likes to fall asleep with you in his arms, or the other way round depending
He’s a big spoon little spoon switch for REAL
He blushes every time you pay him a compliment
“You look really nice today, baby”
INSTANTLY RED. How cute is he?
Bless his heart, he’s not a good cook at all so you’re the one who ends up doing the cooking
But he’ll try his best to help until you have to kick him out of the kitchen for somehow burning water
But he’ll sit at the table and watch you cook away with a big old smile on his face
Doesn’t really use pet names himself, but loves it when you call him “baby,” “babe,” and “honey.”
His love languages are quality time, physical touch and words of affirmation
He could sit and listen to you talk about your day forever
He’s the best to gossip with
“And then he told her to fuck off!”
“Shut up, no he didn’t? What happened next??“
Such a good boyfriend, right?
NSFW
He’s a needy little fucker
Like HONESTLY so fucking needy
Such a sub it’s not even funny
Two words: PUSSY WORSHIP
He’ll literally be begging to eat you out until you cum
Over and over again
Will always want to make sure you’ve had at least a couple of orgasms before he even gets his cock out
LOVES when you fuck his face, I don’t make the rules
Absolute master of eating pussy
Guys got the kind of mouth invented for going down
Loves messily sucking on your clit and getting your juices all over his face
He’s such a slut for you, he’d go out of his way to make you feel good
Don’t ask me why, but he’s a thigh and tits kinda guy and pussy obviously
He likes when you’re on top when having sex, completely dominating and taking full control
He himself doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body
Begs really prettily
He absolutely 100% whimpers
He’s so fucking vocal
Likes when you pull his hair when you’re fucking him
Really riles him up
Won’t say it, but loves to be denied of release
Actively wants you to deny him so that when you grant him permission, the satisfaction is just oh so much better
Again, won’t say it but he loves when you’re blowing him and after he already cums you keep sucking
THAT kind of over stimulation? He likes
He’ll be sobbing, saying “thank you, thank you” over and over again when you let him cum
Likes when you look into his eyes while blowing him too. Does all kinds of things to him
Goes absolutely wild when you praise him
He’s playing with your clit just right?
“You’re such a good boy, baby.”
He’d be trying not to bust then and there
He also loves being degraded
Call him pathetic and needy and he’ll be a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from your words and especially if you’re overstimulating him
But balance out the praise and degradation
He’s a very sensitive guy in more ways than one
When you’re riding him he’ll be gazing up at you, hands on your hips watching your tits bouncing and just feel like he’s in heaven
Loves loves loves when you touch yourself in front of him
Really enjoys lazy, early morning sex
But loves long sessions in the afternoon even more
As I said, deny him and he’ll last as long as he can
Don’t deny him? Baby will cum just from eating you out alone he fucking loves it
What can I say? He’d do anything that brings you pleasure. He’s just that kinda guy
#help these just popped into my head#he’s such a sub it’s not even funny#i love him#scream#scream 6#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry smut#ethan landry headcanons
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SI SE DA - NEIGHBOR!DICK GRAYSON
tw ⭒ minors dni, SMUT, dirty talk, dick grayson x f!reader, latina!reader, voyeour, fingering (f. receiving), spitting, spanking, oral (m. receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking, size kink, etc.
a/n ⭒ dunno if i do really need to go out to dance but i've been listening to a lot of reggaeton lately so it's not my fault i used like three songs exactly to write this but mostly this playlist if you're interested to get into it. and no, there's totally nothing personally related to my experience, nuh-uh.
side note to show y/n teaching dick how to dance like this
words count ⭒ dunno anymore, i struggled too much with this one at some point i didn't do a word count
neighbor!dick grayson likes the wide windows both of your houses have because he gets to see his cute latina neighbor moving her hips to the loud music you blast everytime you do your chores, the way you dance and let your hands glide over your body in such a sexy way it's making it so hard for him to quit from looking to your place.
it's not even 10am when dick listens to the bass of your music blasting from the small speaker you keep on your kitchen, once again you're making breakfast on a lazy friday morning and it's been like that almost every weekend since the last two months since you moved to the house next to his. a hot girl with a really nice accent, pretty friendly and good with the kids from the zone.
there's been a few times when he has talked to you, dick tries to be a helpful neighbor by helping you when you come back from the super or to receive the important mail when you're not home, he'll take a quick peek but as soon as you are back he is at your door with a pretty smile.
little did you knew was that whenever you decided to put on a little show and he was doing any kind of research on his living room you would end up making him hard, dick's mind flooded with the image of you swinging your hips while riding him, his hands holding your waist to pull you down on his cock while he pulls your hair and suddenly he's ignoring work because he has to use his hands to stroke himself, imagining it's your mouth, the one he has seen moving to sing along to each song you play and he wants to fuck your throat so bad, here the issue is he thinks you can't be less interested in him but hey, guys are pretty oblivious almost always.
you've caught a glimpse of how he looks at you, the nice kitchen of your house faces his big living room so while you walk around wiggling your hips you've felt his stare on you, hungry gaze you can sometimes see when he's being the perfect neighbor as he brings back your cat when he sneaks into his house but what has you more eager to grow closer to him is the few times you've seen him pleasure himself when you go around your house only wearing a long shirt because you have to go on your tiptoes to reach things from the cabinets on your kitchen and he gets to see your bare thighs, when he's lucky enough he also gets a glimpse of your pretty ass.
first idea on your mind to get a taste of him is to throw a nice party, maybe he'll come by and you will have a good chance so as soon as you're free you're walking to his house and knocking on his door, a wide smile when dick opens and looks at you "hey, i was thinking about throwing a little party tomorrow at night so i was wondering if you wanted to come by" you say, eyes fixed on him and he swears that he wasn't thinking about it but he can't help to think about those lovely slutty doe eyes and how would they look up at him if he had you on your knees.
you can see his blue eyes turn a little darker before he shakes himself out of his thoughs and nods "yeah, sure" he says with a smirk "i'll be there and i guess i don't need you to tell me when to go, right?" you know what he means, he's right next to your house so he will notice when the party starts.
the plan was going on smooth, now you just had to get everything ready and that incluided getting your own room ready just to lock it in case you had the chance to get dicked down there.
the little outfit you picked up that evening was surely somethinf that would have more than a guy and a girl looking at you, little black top and a nice pair of jeans that hugged your curves made a good work with the stares it stole from the people that were slowly flooding your house.
two of your closest friends already drunk enough to make you have to be around them made finding dick a bit harder, gut feeling telling you he was already there. walking behind one of your girl friends you get to the kitchen when you spot him, hot as always but the way he held the glass he was sipping from made him look even better.
"thought you'd missed your own party" he said as soon as you stood closer to him, his body leaning against the kitchen counter "but it's nice to see that you didn't" the smirk on his lips made it hard not to jump on him right there but you managed a soft chuckle.
"couldn't miss the opportunity" you say while grabbing a glass to get yourself a drink before taking a long sip of it "i must say this doesn't seem to be the kind of places you usually visit" there's a hint of playfulness on your words and dick notices it.
"i can always make an exception for a pretty girl" he trails off, his voice sounds low and raspy from the burn of the alcohol and he has to lean in for you to listen to him from over the loud music "it's not always a bad idea, less if i have the chance to dance with the girl"
and something that's been buzzing into his head is the fact that right here, in front of him one of his dreams is turning real because of the way your body seems to move on it's own while you speak, hips barely shaking to the beat and your lips mouthing the lyrics in the hottest way he's ever seen.
"who could the lucky girl be?" you tease and it makes dick laugh, a low rumble that makes your legs shake a little.
he takes a step closer and the song ends just to let the next one start and you know that this is your chance too.
"you want to dance?" he asks close to your ear, his hand hovers over your waist as if asking for permission to touch you and when you nod he does. hand on your waist while he walks you out of the kitchen, his eyes unable to move away from the way your hips swing and he tries so hard not to press himself against your ass.
"i adore this song, you know?" you turn around and grab his hand, pulling him closer once there's a small place between everyone. your arms snake around his neck, your body starts moving to the rhythm of 'no me conoce' and he swears he has to think on the worst thing ever.
"didn't knew but you seem to like it a lot" he chuckles, his arm wrapped around your waist and at first it's a little awkward because he finds it hard to find a right way to match your movements but when you smile and lean to sing into his ear he finds it easier. letting himself go and taking the last sip of his drink his hands hold your hips as he pulls you closer.
this is part of what he has dreamt of and he swears he's touching heaven because the first part of the night goes like that, you drink, laugh and dance until one of your friends stumbles on your way "come on, why don't you kiss already?" and there's another girl next to her that nods with a wide grin, making you look at dick before he is the one leaning in to capture your lips in a quick kiss that makes the both girls clap and laugh before they leave.
"why don't we go sit somewhere else?" the way he asks makes a shiver run down your spine, dick's eyes are fixed on your lips for a split second before he looks back into your eyes and it's enough to make you agree.
there's space in the couch and as soon as your body touches the cushion next to his dick pulls you in a new kiss, deeper this time as his tongue pushes between your lips dragging a soft hum from you, mouth parted to let him control the kiss while your hands hold onto his forearms. it's heaven on earth because he is trying to eat your soul, the way his lips move against yours in a bruising kiss is overwhelming when he sighs into your lips but it turns you on as soon as he speaks so close to you.
"i've been waiting a lot to do this, y'know?" he sound breathless and there's a cocky grin on his face before his tongue traces your bottom lip.
"yeah? didn't knew... but you can keep doing it" you tease him and suck on his tongue playfully, your hand now caressing his neck before you pull away "mhm, i want to dance again..." and how could he deny you from it.
how could he deny himself from how good it felt to have you so close?
dick nods and stands up, helping you to do the same just to pull you to the place where everyone was dancing.
'quiero bailar' is now playing and it makes you smirk at him when ivy queen starts speaking, there's a hint of pure mischief on your eyes that starts a spark on him when you start to sing and dance pressed against him, he holds your hips when you turn around and your ass grinds on him.
there's a good amount of words he understands from every song, in fact he understands it pretty well so he plays along with you, smile wide when your surprise is evident.
"so you're the one calling the shots tonight?" he whispers into your ear, his eyes fixed on the way his hands moved on your waist and hips "am i making a good job teasing you?" and the way his voice sounds so low is hot.
"i am calling the shots, papi" your voice is almost a purr, head dropping back leaving your neck exposed and the grip he had on his control goes to hell when your ass presses a little more against him.
just by turning his head a little dick is kissing the side of your neck, the grin on his lips could make anyone go weak but feeling it against your skin is on another level.
"i think it's not really like that" he presses his lips behind your ear before pulling away and the lack of attention makes your body tingle "why don't we go sit again?" and it's not hard to agree.
back on the couch he waits no time before going to kiss your lips hungrily, your hands on his neck and chest while his find your waist and then your back, fingers sliding slowly to the edge of your jeans.
"not here, wait" as soon as you are able to pull away from his lips you stand up, pulling him to reach one of the small hallways of your house. the lights are low and the space is empty but before you can make a second check dick tugs you in, pressing you against the wall.
"better now?" he asks, hands caressing your waist and giving you a soft squeeze when you nod and pull him into a kiss. both of you are kissing as two starved animals, lips crashing and tongues fighting between sighs and low grunts that somehow manage to raise over the music.
your fingers grip his shirt when dicks hands slide under your top, fingers tracing teasingly your stomach right before he goes a little higher until his fingertips are barely brushing over your tits, making you moan into his lips and he grins when you press your body against his.
dick's touch is now moving, fingers quickly undoing the button of your jean to access your hips easily, gripping and squeezing your flesh without leaving your lips. it makes you hiss when his hands find your ass, caressing it slowly before his fingers dig into the soft skin "you like it, right? feels so soft, baby" he growls.
"i like it a lot, yes..." your sweet voice makes him feel hungrier, his left moving to your front and going under your panties stealing a gasp from your lips when his index slides between your folds.
"feels good, pretty?" he asks playfully when your legs part a little for him to touch you "so hot already for me, right?"
"do you see someone else here, handsome?" you asks teasingly, the way dick strokes you slowly with just one finger is driving you crazy, it has you rocking your hips against his hand "uh, feels good, yes"
he holds one of your legs up, making you wrap it around his hip before he adds two more fingers to his strokes, his thumb pressed against your clit while his lips travel to your jaw and neck, pressing you more onto the wall.
a soft but long moan escapes your lips as soon as he slides two fingers inside you, it brings a halt to your movements when he starts pumping with his hand as his eyes are fixed on yours "what a nice and thight pussy you have, i'm dying to bury my cock on you"
"it's mean saying it and not doing it right away" your words come out breathy, a hand pulling him in for a messy and sloppy kiss while his fingers move deep inside you making you gasp and whimper while you tug on his hair before kissing his neck, the taste of his expensive perfume making your tongue linger for a little more.
"and skip foreplay? hm, i don't think i could miss making you so needy for me, feeling you so wet" dick's lips are behind your ear, he kisses your lobe while his thumb draws his name on your clit and he laughs when you squirm on a certain letter that he traces all again before he stops.
your hands pushing him back makes dick look at you with a small smirk when one of your hands runs down his chest, undoing his belt and the first button of his jeans while you walk him until his back is touching the wall.
"you're being incredibly mean, that's hot" your words are filled with a sort of tease dick is sure he has never heard before, this was new and completely calling because it wasn't just your words, it was also the fact that you kissed your way to his pelvis until you were kneeling in front of him.
it's easy to pull down his jeans when there's no one watching and you are so eager to taste him, lips brushing against his clothed length while one of your hands is caressing him from above his boxers "you're gonna put that mouth to better use, pretty?" he asks teasingly, letting out a sigh through gritted teeth while his left hand fixes your hair behind your ear.
"you'll be surprised" it's a simple talk back but as soon as your hands pull the front of his boxers down he feels his cock getting harder if it's even possible and the way your eyes shine at the sight makes him smirk.
his breath catches on his throat when you don't really wait to wrap your lips around his tip, tongue playing with it and your eyes fixed on his. this was completely different to what he imagined plenty of times before, it was way better because your warm mouth taking almost all of his cock while you sucked him off was like being on heaven, your hands wrapped on his base to stroke what you couldn't take made him see stars.
"fuck... you look so pretty, that mouth was made for my cock, wasn't it?" he asks, his fingers gripping your hair to bring you closer and he laughs when you gag at the way he slides a little deeper on your throat "little slut made for me, gonna fuck that throat of yours, 'kay?" and the hum that escapes you it's his green light.
both of his hands hold your face for him to start thrusting into your mouth, your eyes teary and the trails of saliva that drip down your chin makes it ten times better because there's no way he's been missing this to replace your mouth with his hand.
he's too into it, his hips giving slow but deep strokes while you moan muffled against him, nose pressed against his skin when dick makes you look up at him through your tears before letting go of you and the soft 'pop' that comes from you when you release his tip draws a growl out of him.
"i don't think this is enough, baby" he speaks as soon you stand up and the way he looks around tells you he is indeed looking for a better place.
"c'mon, there might be a nice place around here" words that tell dick that this has been what you wanted since you invited him and it makes his ego boost like nothing else while you both fix your clothes.
the darl hallway leads to the stairs to the second floor and to your room, once there dick sees no use on wasting too much time so his hands find their way to your hips.
"so you've had this in mind all this time?" he asks, leaning in to lay a small trail of kisses while his hands slide under your top to caress your stomach.
your hands go to find his, taking them out of your top and turning around, pulling dick into another deep and hungry kiss that leaves him breathless and makes his heart run when you smirk against his lips.
"how could i've missed an opportunity like this?" words as sweet as honey but hot as hell because there's an intention on them that could make anyone go crazy "no when i've seen the way you look at me and i don't think you don't know i want you"
it's enough for dick to walk you over your bed while he undoes the buttons of your jeans once again, his hands working on getting you undressed before he's bending you "so you've been thinking about me? have you ever thought about how good it would be to have me inside of you?" he asks, his hands gripping your ass and squeezing it before he lets fall a playful slap against your skin.
"i've thought a lot about it... i've seen how you look at me and i swear i just want you to fuck me" your words are muffled by the music that plays loudly all across your house mixed with the sounds dick's clothes make when he is getting undressed and before you can turn to look at him he's grinding his cock between your wet folds.
"good thing i came here then, because i haven't been able to stop thinking about how much i would love to have you to scream my name while i strech your pretty cunt" he leans in, whispering into your ear before he presses a hot kiss on your shoulder.
dick is impacient, that you can tell since he didn't waited a lot more before he slid inside of you, growling in an almost animalistic way that made your body tense. his hands gripping thight on your hips as he inhaled deeply, trying so hard not to come already from how good it felt to finally having you moaning underneath him.
"look at that... you feel so good, so thight around my cock" he mutters when his hips stroke slowly into your pulsing walls, he is teasing you and seeking for you to push your hips back "you're so needy, fucking yourself with me like a bitch in heat" dick is smiling widely, you're sure he's not the kind of guy to stay quiet during sex and that only turns you on more.
his hand snakes from your hip to your neck, holding you harshly to make you bend back as his hips slap against your body, his face next to yours making sure you hear every single grunt he lets out while you moan loudly, his free hand playing with one of your nipples while he keeps thrusting.
"taking me so fucking good, you're such a nice whore" his voice is low and raspy, some of his words come out slurred but you can barely notice because he knows where to touch you to make you squirm under his weight "can't even speak, bet you would love it if i filled your greedy cunt up, right? having me to let your pussy so full of my cum"
his hand grips your throat thighter, fingers digging into your neck when he chokes you as you try to speak "f–fuck, i want it... want you to cum inside of me, yes" and your answer makes him go harder, letting go of your tits his hand trails now between your legs, fingers circling fast on your clit just to make you whine.
"oh, such a greedy, nasty girl" he speaks, his thumb pressing on the sensitive nub between your legs "begging to be nothing but a cumwhore, is that what you want? being used until you pass out" his teeth sunk into your neck before he lets go, dick's hand still holding your neck.
there's no way you can keep up with his talk, words dying on your throat because he tilts his hips to hit every spot that makes you scream to drive you insane and you realize this was a lot more of what you thought it would be but the way dick was fucking you had you seeing the stars and feeling the flames of hell licking your skin with every deep thrust he gave.
he towered over you, his hips moving in a way that made the tip of his cock hammer against your cervix making your mouth fall open, breathlessly moaning just for him to take advantage of it by spitting into your mouth.
"you're so wasted, so damn pathetic... already brain dead, bunny" there's a hint of cruelty on his voice that doesn't match the sloppy kisses he's leaving on your shoulders "squeezing so good, are you gonna cum already? bet you'll make a fucking mess around my cock"
he laughs when you nod, desperate as your walls clench painfully around him when your climax reaches you in a loud moan, so hard your vision goes blurry from it and he grunts at the feeling.
"so fucking weak... look at this mess, baby, gonna fill up that nasty cunt" dick growls on your ear, his hips moving at a messier pace only making the lewd noises louder until you feel him spilling inside of you.
his body crushing on top of yours when he finishes releasing his thick load inside of you, leaving your body shaking from the intensity of it all and there's not so much words left to say so dick is just kissing the back of your neck, his hands caressing your waist in a soothing manner.
the party was still going on in the first floor of your house but it didn't troubled you anymore right there with dick burried deep inside of you, making sure you didn't wasted a single drop of his cum.
#mara's thoughts#dick grayson x latina!reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x fem!reader#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson#nightwing#dc comics
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Would I give them Head (Apex edition)
A/N: I never write for apex, and I might never write for it again but since I have been playing everyday now I have some thoughts and decided that this could be the way I get them out <3 ALSO before anyone says anything their sexuality doesn’t matter this is literally if I would give them head or not and that’s it it’s purely from my pov.
Tw: gone SEXUAL(obviously), cursing, even though these people are male I included Bloodhound even though they are they/them because I am attracted to them.
Wc: at least 3 points for each
Apex Masterlist
Fuse
Yes
He’s a dilf
Seems like he’d call me a good girl while I suck him off :)
Also his accent is great!!
I’m not super attracted to him but am enough to indulge him once.
Ballistic
Hmmmm
On one hand I want to strangle him
And on the other I find his cockiness attractive because of reasons I think I have already discussed on my blog
So it would have to be a really good day for me to be like y’know what? Sure!! Pull out your cock old man!!
Pathfinder
Does he have a pp?
Or genitals at all?
I’m gonna just pretend that he does
And yes
He’s a very good boy and I would give him head in a very friendly way
He deserves it <3
Octane
Yes
Literally I am so attracted to him for absolutely no reason
Like I genuinely have no idea but I would give him the best head of his life
I am so in love with him that his kill quips don’t even make me upset.
Revenant
His kill quips full me with rage
But the answer is yes because he’s kinda sexy
In a “I wish I could bash his head in” kinda way :)
Would do it just to ruin every future day of his.
Bloodhound
Yes!!
Idk what kind of genitalia they have but yes!!
I love them with my whole heart they seem so sweet.
They deserve good head and a relaxing day!!
Crypto
Yes
His accent is cute
But also it wouldn’t be a reoccurring thing simply because wi find him slightly annoying
It’s mostly how people play as him but like
He makes me upset
So I’d give him good head then head out for some milk.
Seer
Hmmmmmm
Maybe?
He’s attractive but I’m not attracted to him
So maybe a friendly handjob!!
Just to be nice
Gibraltar
I have no idea if I spelled this right autocorrect did something before I could check so oh well
But also no
He reminds me of stinky Bo binky and I hate it
No head for stinky men
Now he might not be as stinky
So I might give him a handjob because I feel bad that he is only a no because of stupid stinky.
Mirage
Sexiest man alive I swear
Even though his stupid clones trick me every single time
I do find him insanely attractive
Also because all of his lines are slightly awkward I’m like yes this man is perfect thank you
The answer is yea if you couldn’t tell.
Newcastle
Sure?
I mean idk much about this guy because no one ever plays as him
And I haven’t read anyone’s lore for real so idk their personalities outside of quips and how people play them
But he looks cool and i think his voice is cool so sure
Caustic
NO
I hate the fact that he’s stinky
Stinky men get no love from me
His “breathe it in” like makes me irrationally angry
STOP PUTTING THE STINKY EVERYWHERE J HAVE ASTHMA
NO HEAD FOR YOU
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"you get flustered really easily...cute." "haha...thanks...i think. was that a compliment? why are you laughing." . . .very much sounds like Reggie/Anyone
Reggie starts playing at the pier to get out of his head and his family's new house.
He stays for the cute couple.
And it's not just that they're cute; they seem to genuinely like his music. He has yet to catch their names, but they always leave something in his case: bracelets or seashells if not money, or a scrap of lyrics that fit perfectly into one of his songs.
Some of the latter are hard to read, but he likes the challenge.
He likes them, their melodic laughter and their gifts and the girl's warm brown eyes and the guy's wild grin. And sure, Reggie likes the beach, but he can admit it to himself; he hasn't moved because of them.
They show up with their own instruments one Saturday, a crescent-moon tambourine and an acoustic guitar, and his heart drops. They're all smiles, but there's only one thing he can do to head off the embarrassment before it blooms.
He clutches his banjo closer to his chest—maybe he really wanted to impress them today—and starts to collect his stuff, avoiding eye contact all the while.
"Sorry, I never meant—I'm pretty new here, I didn't know this was your spot."
"It isn't," the guy says slowly, and when Reggie dares to look, he's wearing a puzzled little frown. "Dude, don't leave!"
The girl steps forward. "What Luke means is, we were hoping we could play with you. We haven't been trying to like, bribe you out of your spot, or whatever."
He laughs nervously, but her voice sounds—soothing, not exasperated, as if she thinks he's dumb, or something. She regards him with her kind, lovely eyes.
"You're really good at…what, four instruments? Luke won't say it, but even that harmonica line you played the other day has been stuck in his head."
Luke shrugs and smiles, as if to say what can you do, and Reggie flushes, because apparently, the answer is to jam together.
Then he remembers that the girl asked him a question, sort of. He clears his throat, biting his lip as she cocks her head.
"Five. Five instruments, I also play piano."
She lights up with a grin that exposes an adorable little gap between her teeth, holding out her hand for a fist bump and giggling when he accepts it a beat too late.
"Me too! I'm Julie, by the way."
"Reggie," he replies, wincing internally at how breathless he sounds and how his eyes can't stop skittering between them. "I'm Reggie, hi, nice to um, meet you."
God, but they're both grinning at him again. Luke studies him pretty shamelessly, which is enough to make his heart go haywire and his face get even hotter, but Julie's gaze lingers on his hands.
"You're wearing the bracelets."
"Huh? Oh—" Reggie rubs the back of his neck, which also feels weirdly warm. "Yeah. I really like them. They’re cool.”
She giggles again. It's a beautiful sound, and he doesn't know how he'll survive it if she's going to sing. She lifts her wrists.
"We match! I make them all the time, so. I'm really glad you like them."
Luke interjects, then, which is perfect, because it keeps Reggie from saying something really dumb, like, 'I like you.'
"What do you want to play first, Reg?"
A pleased smile makes its way onto his lips without his permission.
"You're nicknaming my nickname?"
"He does it to me, too," Julie volunteers. "But really, though. What should we play?"
Reggie bites his lip, considering.
"Well—I don't know how you feel about country, but everyone likes 'Love Story', right? We could start with that?"
Julie sends him a conspiratorial smile, looking at him through her lashes.
Reggie has to look away, heart pounding in his ears, making it difficult to process her reply. Something about how Luke doesn't love country, but he'll do this one for them.
For her, surely. Close enough.
Reggie launches into the banjo intro before he can embarrass himself any further. When Luke joins in, and Julie adds her voice and the accent of her tambourine, something magical happens.
It should be a bit awkward, but it's not. Playing with them is easy.
They quickly amass a small crowd, but the only things that matter are the vibrations in his chest, rippling between them like they're one entity. The way his fingers fly, and Luke and Julie follow seamlessly.
How their voices soar, and they move around each other like melodic lines.
Seriously, the way they sing with him—to him, almost—is unreal. Luke playfully thumps Reggie’s chest at one point, and he nearly falters on the harmony, caught in the glow of his sunrise hazel eyes, that wild grin and the words lilting out of it.
Julie comes really close toward the end of the song, scrunching her nose and smiling with her eyes. Hers are more like a sunset, the relaxing hue of golden hour.
Somehow, right here and right now, he's become their midday.
She sings to him and he can't look away.
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think…he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said…
What else can he do but finish the line?
Marry me, Juliet, you never have to be alone; I love you and that's all I really know
Julie giggles, and it's a brighter accent to the song than the jingle of her tambourine. It's still ringing in his head as he does the rest of Romeo's part. They all sing the last line of it together.
It's a love story, baby, just say yes
They're jamming through the last few flourishes, and then Julie's finishing the song, and the crowd is silent for a moment before exploding into cheers.
Reggie's deaf to them, though, as Luke sidles into his space, slinging his arm around his shoulders, and says—
"You have to join us."
There's no way Reggie heard that correctly.
He lets out another nervous laugh, cursing his incredibly telling complexion. "What?"
Luke smirks in lieu of answering, poking Reggie’s flushed cheek.
"Huh. You get flustered really easily…"
"Sometimes—"
"It's cute," Julie interrupts, smiling even as she pries Luke's hand off Reggie’s cheek.
"Haha…" Reggie flushes even harder. "Thanks…I think. Was that a compliment? Why are you laughing…?"
Julie recovers first, shaking her head as she comes out of her giggle fit.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just…you're so suave with most of the people you play to. I've seen you wink at so many pretty girls. So for you to be this flustered about us…"
"It's really fucking cute," Luke finishes.
Reggie nearly swallows his tongue.
Luke and Julie scramble to fill the ensuing silence, misinterpreting it, and Luke releases Reggie like he's been burned, holding his hands out imploringly.
"We never meant to overstep, though—"
"Mostly he meant you should join our band, but—"
"We're sorry if we pushed too hard."
They're so earnest and so nervous that he manages to force the words out, twisting the strap of his banjo in his palm.
"No, no, it's not that. Sometimes—if I really like someone—it's like I can't flirt, anymore. I probably did wink at one of you, when I first saw you. But then you kept coming, and leaving me lyrics, and—playing with you was just—wow."
They beam at him and he thinks—
Maybe he can still be their midday.
"So you'll come to rehearsal, then?" Luke asks hopefully, bouncing on his toes.
Julie adds, "Or maybe a date?"
All Reggie can do is nod, but that's okay. He doesn't wink at anyone for the rest of the day, but he manages it when the three of them meet for their date.
It's worth it for the way the two of them lose their wits, for once.
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Dear Future Self... May 1, 23
Wow okay. I can’t even think of where to begin with Jamaica. Literally what an amazing trip. So first night we get in, our cabby gave us a joint which was awesome. Had dinner and listened to some live music and dancing. We went a little hard being our first night and stayed out till 2am. The power went out in our room for half hour though so that sucked, but they had upgraded us when we arrived because someone else was in our original room so we got a really nice room. Second day was great, breakie and hung by the pool. Enjoyed drinks and chilled in the pool. Did some dance lessons, water arobics and a pool game which ended up with Olivia and I’s team winning. Some good lookin guys but mostly everyone was with someone. Had dinner at the pasta place I think which was ok, not the best and I think just walked around, enjoyed music etc. We took it easy as we booked an excursion the next day. Monday we went on a catamaran which was such a beautiful day, went snorkeling on the reef and then to dunns riverfalls which was literally incredible. 900km walk up a waterfall, it was so damn beautiful, I’m SO thankful that the people emailed me because I definitely want the photos & video to remember because I didn’t get anything and it was just breath taking. Then had a little party on the catamaran back to Margaritaville and drank and ate. It was such a great day. That evening we ate at Blue Moon which was pretty good, I think I had salmon? It was so good, there was live music outfront too so we listened and enjoyed. Walked the resort again. We literally did like 20-30k steps a day on top of the pool and dancing. Tuesday we did a beach day, spent the morning at the pool and beach for the afternoon, it was so gorgeous out. I can’t remember if it was this day that I was pointed out by Kyash to be the ESPN for the pool challenge, that was really funny. That evening we ate at the Steak House which turned out to be our favorite, it was so good. That night was the White Party which was so much fun, we drank a lot. Kyash was the DJ and was just so hype, idk how this guy had so much energy, he was amazing. That was the start of our little fun time together, I got him a drink or two and we danced. Went ended up at the disco that night also and smoked our joint, we met Jake whom we started to try to get Olivia set up with. We had a midnight snack at Route 66 which was a really funny night. Wednesday? we did another pool day and the lazy river which again was so funny and so much fun, the sunset was so beautiful that night wow. Got a lot of great photos, drank margaritas while we played Catan and listened to Raggae. I got up for the sunrise on thursday which was beautiful as usual, did some dance by the pool with our boy Kyash, we were trying to get tattoos so Kyash got my number and then started texting me and asked if we wanted to go smoke with him just off the beach so we did. It’s weird how I felt so chill around him. More dance lessons, we went for japanese grill that night which was good. Found our Jake that night for Olivia and smoked more, I was actually a little high most of this day funny enough but it was really good. Spent the evening being on the same wave length as Amber, it was hilarious. Olivia got super drunk, mom came out to party for sure so Amber and I kept leaving them to their alone time. We were trying not to cock block olivia but Kyash also wanted to spend time together but I was too nervous that night, plus that night was wild. We saw a crazy shooting star and an owl all before Jake stepped on Olivia’s toe and her nail came off so that sobered us up super quick. Friday we spent by the pool again, we won trivia this day, I got Kyash a drink again and he was whistlin at me from the bathrooms. It was cute, he definitely was around me most of the day. I had visited him off the beach again before he started his afternoon shift and then he hung around a lot that afternoon, did some more dance lessons but he had snuck out, poo guy’s vehicle broke down. He came back for his evening shift and we listened to music again. There was a silent disco that night which was super fun, Kyash and I went & sat together and just talked. It was really nice, very down to earth and genuine. Talked a lot about struggles and relationships and hard times in life but his positivity was so contagious and honestly so sexy. (of course his dancing was the hottest thing ever too) He really wanted me to meet him after work that night, which was our last night there. The girls were very sweet & we made a plan so I met up with him off the beach again at like 11:30pm. Weirdly was not nervous or scared. I really trusted him, which you could say was SUPER niave but meh, what happens in Jamaica stays in Jamaica right? It was an experience. We had really good conversation and exchanged a kiss or two perhaps but I’ll leave it at that. Don’t need to be sharing all my secrets now do I! Anyways, it was honestly probably the best trip I’ve been on. Olivia & Amber were amazing, we literally laughed so much and had the best time ever. I couldn’t have imagined it to be any better than it was (maybe other than getting my period cause that sucked again). Truly so happy, so blessed to have done that trip. We’re already talking about making it a yearly thing and going on more so I’m really happy. So many experiences and so many memories. Truly a trip I will never forget.
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Calling Out The Archon's Real Name During Sex HC
Ummm....I don't really write headcannons, and this will probably be the first one I do so, I hope you guys enjoy!
18+ Below the cutline! Minors DNI!
Also I'll only being doing Zhongli and Venti, only because I haven't finished Inazuma's story quest yet!
Venti:
* Venti is just so fucking cute! (And quite mischievous)
* So when it actually happens he is taken aback a little-
* He told you he prefers the name Venti
* But even though the name you spoke was one he never really wanted anyone to know he was-
* He couldn't help the smirk that just rose to his lips
* Ego boosted like 10000000%
* He won't let it go either
* Poor Y/n
* It was just a slip up
* Prepare to be teased for practically the rest of your life!
Everything in the room was so hot, the fire burning in the fireplace made it so much more worse than you could have imagined. His finger's against your skin were light and airy, however every spot they touched heated up like fire on your skin. Goosebumps trailed up and down your body from it.
Looking at the Archon now, his lips were parted and his eyes were lidded. A relaxed look covered his whole face, except for the furrowing of his eyebrows. You were currently straddling him, your hips gliding back and forth on his cock with his hands guiding you, or even helping when you were running out of stamina.
However, your hips began to move faster, faltering a bit. The mischievous bard new exactly what that meant.
"Are you close my dear~?" He asked leaning forward a bit to whisper the words into your ear as if they were sacred secrets.
"m-mhm...," Was really all the response you could give. Your mind was clouded with lust and the pleasure that was soon building up inside you.
"And wh-who may I asked is making you feel so nice?" He inquired, teasingly, however there was no mistaking the faltered lustful tone he held either.
"Y-you...I-it's you....," You mumbled moving your hips faster, chasing the high you so desperately wanted.
With a slight chuckle at your desperate reply to his question, he pushed you backwards, gently enough so you back would land on the mattress below. After that his hands slid up to your leg's, pressing them upwards a bit into like a half mating press. And swiftly the archon fucked you, deeper and faster than he had before.
"B-barbatos!" You cried covering your eyes with your arm from how good it felt.
"Huh?" The bard faltered in his movements as he looked down at your figure, chest heaving and legs trembling. "Barbatos?" He questions with his eyes growing thinner.
"O-oh my gosh...Venti I'm so sorry...!" You said looking up at him, fearing you had done the worst.
"So you want me to play god?" A small smirk appeared on his lips before his ruthless pace started once again. "Then let's play god~, I expect to be worshipped tonight~,"
Zhongli
* This man just stops-
* Like dead ass stops for a few minutes just looking at you
* He secretly likes it, don't get him wrong
* He's just surprised that you actually said his name
* But he likes the way "Morax" drips past your lips
* Maybe a little too much
"M-morax! S-Slow down!" You cried with your legs wrapped around him. Currently had had your back up against the wall and was pounding into you from below. That strong bastard.
Zhongli stops what he's doing and just looks at you. It's really quiet for a few minutes before you speak again.
"I-I'm sorry...It just slipped out." You mumbled and looked away from him, a bit in guilt knowing how much pain and suffering was behind that name.
"I really do despise that name now." He said leaning forward to kiss the shell of your ear, and whispering softly. "However, when you're moaning it, I don't see a problem. So be loud, and maybe the great Rex Lapis will hear you~," He teased and quickly set the same pace as before.
You could swear you felt the ground below you rumble each time you moaned out his name in pleasure. Your hunch about the ground rumbling was correct, a lot of people in Liyue the next day were shaken up from it, claiming that Rex Lapis had somehow returned and was angry.
You knew better though. Turns out the stone cold god of contracts was just horny!
(Oh my Goodness! You opened the other cut just for me? I think you deserve a bit of a reward! Maybe another hc?...Maybe with a popular character who is not an archon but has many names as well? Can you guess who it is?)
Childe
* He knows you know his real name
* He is the one who told you
* But you still call him Tartaglia or Childe
* So he only ever hears his real name when you're angry
* Sly bastard
* Will make you repeat it over, and over, and over, and over
* He will be so smug about your 'slip-up'
* Won't let it go for a while and will only respond to Ajax for the next few days
* It's all just to tease you ;)
"F-Fuhck!" You whiled and sat up a bit straighter from the feeling. Tartaglia was working on paperwork when you walked into his little office to say hello, well one thing lead to another and...
You now were currently sitting on his lap, your back pressed against his chest, and his fingers were caressing your folds with vigor. Not only that but he wasn't really paying attention to the whole situation either, he was reading what was on the papers!
However, it was quite clear to you that this was getting to him because of the thing poking your inner thigh in his lap.
"Shhh...I'm trying to read." He would say, unable to keep a playful smirk from spreading across his face.
"P-Please...," You whined and leaned your head back against his shoulder, turning it a bit to look up at him. Oh how Mr. Tartaglia's superiority complex took over in that split second you're eyes met.
"Oh? Can my poor baby not cum without my help?" He asked, flicking his fingers faster against your clit. Your mouth opened and a choked sound erupted from your throat.
"A-ah!" You yelped and your legs began to quiver under his touch. "A-Ajax!" You called as your back arched, and a released wave of pleasure washed over your body.
"Ajax?" Tartaglia said, leaning forward and smirking. "Ajax? You never call me that." He said in a low tone, his face now next to your ear. "Say it again~,"
You know what happened after that ;)
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An Unhealthy Obsession- Shigaraki x reader
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Shigarakiscumdump/works
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Summary: Short yandere fic based off the song “An Unhealthy Obsession,” by The Blake Robinson Synth. Orchestra.
Cw: yandere and stalker tendencies
Word count: 1.9k
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Many people would call Shigarki the creepy type if they saw him on the street. Slouched over, face always buried in his phone with his hoodie covering the rest. He looked like your local creep who hung around popular stores and malls by himself. He would go to one mall in particular, even more so after he realized they had a Game Stop there. He would frequently go in to browse, and while he was checking out one day, he met you behind the counter.
“Will this be all?” you ask in your sweet customer service voice, with your head slightly tilted. Shigaraki froze in place. No one this pretty has ever talked to him before.
“Um, yeah, that’s all.” he says quickly, looking down to the ground while you're bagging his games.
“This one’s my favorite; I’ve been playing non-stop since it came out, have fun with it!” you say as you hand the bag back. And you play games? Could it get any more perfect?!
“Thanks,” he managed before walking out of the store and finding the closest bathroom. He locked the stall door and sat down. With his heartbeat in his cock, he couldn’t stop thinking of how innocent your voice sounded, and how pretty you looked. He decided from then on you were his next obsession.
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Shigaraki visited the store so often he learned your schedule. He would watch others make small talk with you, and it made him want to steal you for himself. His blood boiled when someone else would make you laugh. Soon enough, seeing you at your work wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more about you. So he followed you home one day. He kept his distance, being too scared of appearing creepy to people around him. You lived a few blocks away from him, who knew!This made it very easy for Shigaraki to stake out across the street and just watch you for hours. You always kept your windows open, maybe for the natural light? He appreciated it though; in his eyes, you left your blinds open for him. So he could watch as you dance around your room with your dog, and then relax and watch tv, hugging a pillow as you accidentally fall asleep. You were precious, and he realized all you wanted, all you needed, was someone like him to cuddle up into, to make sure you were safe. After all, there were too many creeps who could hurt you- he was just making sure they didn't get to you.
Shigaraki made it back to his place, but you never left his head. He went from sitting in the bushes, to sitting hunched over his desk, looking up your name on every search engine imaginable. “Bingo!” he says once he finds your socials. He scrolls down your page, seeing your stories about going to conventions earlier in the summer, spending time with your friends and- oh? What’s this? You were hugging a boy in this picture. Shigaraki zoomed in to get a good look at his face. “Why would you want a bastard like him?” he grunted angrily. He clicked on his profile and saw a post of you two eating at “your favorite restaurant” together for his birthday. The post was from the beginning of this year, so maybe you weren’t still with the guy. I mean Shigaraki didn’t see anyone while he was stalking you, which was a good sign.
Over time, his camera roll would fill up with screenshots of you off of your profile, shaky pictures he snapped of you while you were working, etc. He was in the store just when you worked now, because any other time he was following paces behind you to wherever your pretty feet were taking you. Stepping up to the counter with a few games, you began checking him out. His voice low and quiet as he asked, “Do you play games often?”
“Oh sure! Whenever I have free time, really. But lately I’ve been too busy. We should totally play together sometime!” you beam. Play together? He wanted to do a lot more than that .
“C-Cool, then I’ll see you through a screen next time,” Shigaraki scratches his neck awkwardly. You give him that practiced smile you show to all the customers. “Oh, what time do you get out?” he asks, and you give him a confused look. “S-so I know when to hop on! Just in case..” he drifts off, trying to keep cool. You tell him around 8, and he leaves. That’s perfect. Gives him just enough time to run some errands.
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Shigaraki went to the hardware store and got the smallest cameras he would find. He hurried over to your place, and prayed the key was still under the rug where you left it. And it was! He unlocked your door, and your small dog ran up to him, jumping on his leg. “You’re a friendly little guy, aren’t you?” he says, leaning down to pet the dog. Don’t get distracted ! He reminded himself. He began by setting a few cameras up in your room, one facing each corner. This gave him a perfect view of your bed, desk, and closet. While he was in there, he picked up a piece of thin red fabric off the ground. He inhaled deeply, to smell a sweet and salty scent. He shoved them into his pockets for later, and finished placing the cameras.
Back out in the living room, your dog was following him around. Shigaraki knelt down and gave him a pat. He read the dog's collar; apparently his name was Shiro. Cute. “You want something, Shiro? You need some food?” he asked, looking around for his dog dish. He found it and filled it up and then sat on the couch. He took your panties out of his pocket, giving them another whiff. The smell shot straight down to his groin, heating him up. He pulled his phone out and went to his album just for you and scrolled through the pictures. He loved you so dearly, and one day you would know just how much he cherished you. He played back the small interactions the two of you had, and all the memories you’d have together in the future. He palmed his hardening cock, head leaning back on the couch.
It was 6:30, he still had a few more hours before you were back. He revealed his dick from his sweatpants, his tip leaking pre. He put your red panties in his hand, and started to jerk himself off- the soft lace brushing against the underside of his dick. His breathing became hitched and sporadic at the thought of you underneath him making the same noises. No, he wasn’t experienced, but you would teach him everything he needed to know!
“Y/N… god you’re so tight..” he groaned. His hips thrusting up into you as you let out lewd noises for him. He grabbed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
“God please- fuck, I’m close, Shiggy!” you whined under him, twitching with your back arched and a tit in his mouth. The thoughts that filled his mind went directly to his cock. Shigaraki humped his hand, wishing it could be you, waiting for when it was you. Maybe you’d even fuck on this couch, who knows. He quickly finished and made sure to leave nothing behind before heading out and staking out behind the bushes again.
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You throw yourself on the couch as always, sitting where he sat just an hour ago. You made yourself some tea as you turned the tv on. It wasn’t too late, meaning Shigaraki could watch you for a bit.
A little later, you make yourself dinner. You take the trash out and leave it by the road. Shigaraki, being the weirdo he is, makes his way across the street, dangerously close to your front window, to snoop through your trash. There had to be something good in there. . He rummaged through your trash to find empty take out containers, some paper, and- chapstick? He wasn’t big on using it himself, but if it was yours, it was automatically going on his lips. He thought of it like an indirect kiss from his one and only. It had a taste of sweet strawberries, probably what you would taste like if he ever had the chance to kiss you. One day, he keeps telling himself. He pulls out his phone to check your room cameras and he sees you starting up your pc. Right! You asked to game with him earlier! Shigaraki raced back home to load his game, praying he would find you in one of the local servers. There was FlameThrower2050 , TheRadicalDude , SuckItRight , and Shiro’sCloud online. You had to be the last one. He shot you a direct message, asking if you were up for a game, and you said yes. You actually said yes! Of course, you didn’t know it was him. You went into a private lobby and you turned on your headset. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked innocently. Your pure voice went right through his heart. “Uh yeah, you sound great,” he blurts out. “Oh, Shigaraki?” you remembered his name?! This left him ecstatic. The game starts and you play a few rounds, Shigaraki being in heaven. You ended up beating him. In every. Single. Round. A bit embarrassing for him, but you laughed it off and didn’t make fun of him for it. Oddly, that stuck with him. You were so nice the whole time- he couldn’t wait to talk to you at work tomorrow!
It was getting late, which is why you had to go, which also meant Shigaraki got to watch you on the cameras. He pulled out his phone, switching to the view of your bed. You crawled in with just panties and an oversized shirt on, how cute. You scrolled on your phone for a little, until it dropped on your chest and you fell asleep. Your phone battery is gunna die, silly… Shigaraki thinks to himself. He could always go over and plug it in for you. No! That was too dangerous!! What if you wake up when he’s standing over you? Certainly that’s not a good impression to leave. He argues with himself for a bit before he’s out of the house, running down the street. His feet carry him all the way back to your place. He grabs the key and goes for the door. It was unlocked. You left it unlocked for him? How nice of you! He sneaks in and Shiro is quick to jump on him. Shiro took quite a liking to him. He tiptoed over to your room, looking at your sleeping body through the door crack. He opened the door slightly, going in and looming over you. He pried the phone from out of your hands and plugged it in for you. You would thank him later; tomorrow! When you’d see him next. Shigaraki zoned out, watching you sleep soundly for a good hour, stealing pictures of you while you were snoring, and getting a quick sniff of your hair. He had stayed there a lot longer than intended, the sun starting to rise. He snuck out of your room and locked the door on his way out.
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“Oh, hey!” Shigaraki hears your pleasant voice call out to him from the counter. “Last night was a lot of fun; how about we play again tonight?” you ask him. He immediately says yes, his heart doing flips in his chest. This was the start of something good.
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Gingerbread man as golem
@yaronata asked:
I would like to write a character who is Jewish and uses a Golem. She's based on the D&D class of the artificer which looks magic but isn't, because they produce all their effects with inventions, like the "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" quote. Her story is that her very Jewish town was under attack from a terrible monster when she was little. Her Rabbis made a Golem to protect the town, and it succeeded but was torn to pieces in the process. She was fascinated by the Golem and as a kid didn't see a big difference between it's sentience and person's so was really thankful for its sacrifice like you would a person's sacrificing their life for you. They thought all the pieces had been devoured by the monster before it died, but she went looking and found the piece used to animate the Golem, which she, kinda misunderstanding called its "heart". She kept the piece and grew up to be an incredibly skilled cook, specialising as a baker in the town. I imagine she would make a lot of really good food for the Jewish holidays, or to break fasts on ones like Yom Kippur or Tish'abav. But she also made a town specific holiday to honour the Golem's sacrifice and the town still being alive, because I feel "we are not dead woo" is a big theme for Jewish holidays from my research, so it could fit, for which she invented ginger bread men to be the golem, and gave them little "hearts" of fruit or honey, and you're meant to eat them limb by limb like the beast did before eating the heart. This would be the inspiration for using the "heart" piece later to make her own giant gingerbread Golem to help her save the world.
These are my questions 1) would it be considered bad or disrespectful for someone who isn't a Rabbi to make a Golem, or is this method of taking an animating piece someone else made disrespectful? 2) Her journey will take her far from her town and her Jewish family and friends and she will likely travel with gentiles. Would it be disrespectful for a Golem to be used to protect a lot of gentiles and one Jew in the course of saving the world? I don't want to fall into the stereotype of someone putting all their effort into valuing and protecting very specifically the group that in real life is oppressive to them. 3) While she is not using magic and is actually mimicking its effects with technology she invents, is this drawing too close to the line of "magical Jew"? 4) I like to "play test" my characters in ttrpgs to really get a feel for them before I write. Would it be disrespectful to play a Jewish character when I am a gentile, and would it be disrespectful to play a Jewish character in a setting where there are demonstrably real gods other than the one of Judaism?
I really like this character idea and I think it's cute and fun and rooted in Jewish culture but I really want to make sure it's respectful and as good as I, a gentile researching on the internet, thinks it is. Thanks so much! Have a nice day!
My answer to this is very complicated because there are things I both like and do not like about this premise. First of all, I love the idea of a cookie golem, and I'm even imagining the magic word that brings him to life (EMET/truth) would be written in icing. And I'm okay with the part about how she found a piece of the old golem and used it to build a new golem, because that makes sense for a golem made from a baked good when you think about how people use sourdough starter to make a new batch of sourdough.
However, here are the thing that make me cock my head to the side like my little sister's German shepherd:
1. re: "magical Jew" - that's not a trope I've ever heard of. Remember, marginalized groups don't receive identical disrespect across the board. It is indeed a trope to use Black people or disabled people as supernatural plot devices who exist only to further the stories of white main characters or able-bodied main characters. But I can't say as I've ever seen anyone using Jewishness that way. Usually if we are someone's one-dimensional plot device it's as someone's lawyer, fixer, "money guy", etc, not a supernatural force. So this isn't something you have to worry about.
2. I have a certain level of discomfort with you playing as a Jewish character just because playacting as a marginalized culture you're not part of strikes me as off, but I understand that that's how you gain insight into a character you're about to write so it's more of a writing exercise than anything else. (I wonder if D&D regulars from marginalized groups have written about this -- I've only played a few times casually with family so if I did run into this type of discussion in my social justice reading I wouldn't have absorbed it. If anyone is curious I played first as Captain Werewolf, and then switched to playing as Cinnamon Blade because lawful good was too hard. :P )
3. I would prefer you omit the detail about eating the cookies piece by piece symbolically, for two reasons: a. it unintentionally evokes Communion by having appreciative people consume a baked good symbolic of an entity who sacrificed his life for theirs, and b. focusing on the details of flesh consumption reminds me too much of Blood Libel (yes, a gingerbread man is in the shape of a person but how many of us actually think about it literally, the way this act would cause?)
As to your first question: I'm fine with her making a golem even though she's just a rando. Second question: I see what you're saying and maybe it could be more okay if it's really clear how well these gentile folks are treating her? And questions three and four are answered above.
I really do love the idea of a giant gingerbread man golem. Cookie golem T_T <3
--Shira
I would like to second Shira’s point about not ripping apart the gingerbread cookies. I honestly would prefer they were used as decoration, and other cookies eaten instead, since that part just feels so not-Jewish to me, but I don’t have golem-specific issues other than that. It seems like you have already been doing a lot of research, which is appreciated.
As far as the ttrpg/DnD aspect… I bounce back and forth on the topic of playing characters that are so very different from our experiences, other than in fantasy-related ways. However, I am aware that a lot of people will play with, and experiment with gender in game, and learn something about themselves in the process (the number of trans players of ttrpgs who tried out their gender in game before they were out is high). It’s different with Judaism, and even more significantly different when it comes to things you can’t convert into, like various actual, real-world races. But because people do sometimes experience growth from experiences like this, I’m hesitant to dissuade players completely. I do urge you to, at a minimum, bring the same care, research, and willingness to learn, that you brought to this question.
--Dierdra
This sounds like a creative storyline that you could have lots of fun with 😊
At first I was confused by this part:
She also made a town specific holiday to honour the Golem's sacrifice
But then you really got me thinking about different types of Jewish holidays and how they come about, so thank you for that!
Because it’s often the little details that either make a story super powerful or kind of nonsensical, I think it would be a good idea to decide what type of holiday is being created here:
A full-blown chag with restrictions on labour and halachic obligations? These are commanded in Torah and new ones can’t be added.
A minor yom tov with halachic obligations but no restrictions? These were instituted by the rabbis prior to the destruction of the Temple, so again new ones can’t be added.
A public holiday or equivalent? This would usually be declared by the Knesset in Israel, and filter to the rest of the Jewish world from there.
A community-based yom tov with specific customs only for people in the know, such as certain Chasidic groups celebrating the birthdays of their deceased leaders? I asked around, but no one can really tell me how these holidays get started, which is probably a good indication that they arise quite organically from a group of people who all just feel that it should be celebrated. Probably not created by a single person, as such.
Something she runs from her bakery, not religion-based, but more like a day of doing special products and deals the way many small businesses do on their anniversary?
Now, if the people of a modern-day town were actually saved by a real live Golem, that would arguably be the most overt miracle for many generations, so there would be a decent chance of options 3 and/or 4 happening. It’s entirely plausible that there could be special foods for this day that become a tradition, including Golem cookies. People who directly benefited might also return to the site where the Golem fought the monster and recite the prayer, ‘Blessed is Hashem, Master of the Universe, Who performed a miracle for me in this place.’
Alternatively, if it’s important that your MC created the holiday, something like option 5 might be the best. Hopefully this will still fulfil what you need: you describe her as incredibly skilled, so I can imagine the day when she goes all out on the Golem cookies being one of the most exciting events of the year for the townspeople, just because her baking is that good. Plus, they already have a personal stake in the Golem’s sacrifice, so I definitely think it could be a thing without being an official holiday. Also, if she is outside of an all-Jewish environment, don’t forget that she would have to decide whether to commemorate the anniversary in the Hebrew calendar or the local one.
Coming back to the cookies, sorry if we’re getting a little repetitive on this point! But I don’t see the cookies being torn limb from limb as part of a celebration. First of all, this doesn’t sound like a very celebratory thing to do, to say the least. Can you imagine explaining that to a three-year-old on their first Yom HaGolem? They would be terrified! (I don’t read this suggestion as accidental anti-Semitism so much as getting carried away with a metaphor, which I’m sure as writers we have all done!)
But also, it’s worth pointing out that our commemorative foods aren’t usually that literal. If you think about hamantaschen, maror, or apple in honey, they’re all symbols. That’s not to say that having Golem-shaped cookies is a problem, as this sounds like just a bit of fun that the MC is having and not something that is directly at odds with Judaism or Jewish culture. But it’s worth bearing in mind that the more literal you go from there in terms of tying the cookies to the event they commemorate, the less culturally aligned your holiday food becomes.
Finally, about the Golem protecting non-Jewish people: I like this idea! There’s a stereotype that we only use whatever is at our disposal to help ourselves and other Jewish people, so a Golem being created by Jews but helping others as well is a big plus for me. Of course, as has already been pointed out, this would be an odd choice if her Saving The World team were anti-Semitic or otherwise disrespectful to her/her community, but I don’t think you were headed that way!
-Shoshi
I have to come back in here just to squee over the phrase “Yom HaGolem.” Well done :D
--Shira
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best laid plans, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep next to your model boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, who is jacking off while touching your tits. Wait. Hold on a second. What? (He is still your model boyfriend though, even after all that.)
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, handjob (while sucking on JK’s balls, lucky guy), tiny bit of nipple play and pussy slapping, edging, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts and i did make a Dynamite lyric reference with JK’s dick and you can’t stop me
yes, the title is a pun, channeling my inner seokjinnie it’s what you think it is and it’s also not
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Your dreams were always vivid and intense.
Was it normal to have movie-level, hyperdetailed, sometimes not even involving you or anyone you knew (at least consciously), insane storyline dreams on a constant basis (without medication causing them)? You know, maybe not. You should get that checked out. But not today, because this is not the story about that (you really should get that checked out).
This is the story about you dreaming about your boyfriend jacking off next to asleep you and then realizing it was not a dream.
At first you were like, man, that sure sounds like Jeon Jungkook breathing hard. Was he working out? Why are you having dreams about Jungkook working out? That's literally the most pointless, mundane dream you could ever have. Also, you weren't seeing anything, just blackness. What was the damn point of this dream you couldn't even look at him?
(To be honest, that’s very rude of you, brain.)
Jungkook always asked you to work out at home with him but, one, he was annoying as fuck to work out with because all he did was stare at you ("oh yeah, my bad for thinking you're sexy, holy shit, what a crime to think my girlfriend and future wife is hot!"); two, you literally had zero motivation to work out (not lazy, just, you know, didn't give a shit and Jungkook called that your great flaw of being his perfect girlfriend – but he loved all your soft bits so he was sending you mixed messages, tsk tsk); and finally, three, it always led up to fucking, so why go through all that trouble hyping yourself up in your leggings and sports bra, only to spend five minutes in them and forty-five doing a whole different kind of workout that didn't require clothes?
Exactly.
Just skip that shit and get to the naked part.
Oh, right, back to the whole deep-breathing Jungkook and you seeing darkness thing.
Sometimes you had dreams with only sound and very little visual. It was disorienting, giving you the feeling of being trapped in a maze with no way out (dream analysts would be all over that shit) and once the images returned, you were usually naked (psychologists would have a field day with that). But this time, you were unmoving. Listening to tense inhale, drawn-out exhale, over and over, and you only recognized it as Jungkook because he did that thing where he sucked on his teeth a little, making that almost inaudible hiss noise.
You felt heavy, tired, sluggish, as if you were dragging yourself through mud, in between the brink of conscious and subconscious, in that brief moment where you could control the dream but not your body, that little pocket of utopia. You searched for Jungkook in the darkness, curious to find him, and you couldn't, but he seemed to be beside you, to your right, where he usually was when you slept. Next to you, sometimes snoring so you'd have to smack him in the chest and he'd snort and stop (for a hot second, then you'd roll him to his side so at least he wouldn't be snoring in your ear). His pectoral muscles were bigger lately (you hated working out but you sure as hell didn't hate Jungkook working out) and the slapping sound was pretty satisfying now, palm to hard muscle.
Kind of like the sound right now.
Wait.
You weren't slapping Jungkook's pecs.
You furrowed your brows. Huh? Why were you hearing that soft smacking sound over and over, Jungkook's low hiss and then your name in a deep hazy whisper and why was your front cold? You usually slept with only panties, no bra, but you weren't usually cold up top – that's what the linen duvet was for (you paid way too much for that, but you saw it on Instagram and, hey, it's your money, go off) and, to be honest, you used to be a cute pajamas person but, ever since you started living with Jungkook, he wanted you to wear as much as he did when he slept (read: literally only his boxer briefs). Lots of begging (and him being on his knees for you) later, and now it was your habit to strip before sleeping.
Anyway, back to being cold.
You scrunched up your face and listened to the labored breathing in your right, a hand drifting on your stomach, tracing your bellybutton, moving up, light, delicate touches, the sound of skin on skin. A gentle fingertip brushed your nipple.
You cracked your eyes open.
There was a tiny bit of light from your computer, the RGB keyboard casting a faint rainbow. You shifted your eyes to your right.
Jungkook's left arm was in an awkward position, softly caressing your nipple as he violently pumped his dick.
On the bed.
Underwear gone.
On the floor? Probably.
He looked pretty damn hard. (Nice.)
Your eyes floated to his face and his eyes were closed, mouth open, trying not to make any noise, gasping your name. Shapely jaw, soft cheeks, dark lashes, ash blond hair framing his handsome features, so beautiful it was unreal. His head turned towards you and his dark brown eyes slowly opened, purring your name lovingly.
"Yeah, Jungkook?"
You saw the single blissful second it took for Jungkook's brain to catch up.
Then he choked.
On air and his dick by squeezing it far too hard in complete and utter shock.
"HOLY FUCK!"
He yanked his hand back, off your chest (feels bad man) and released his cock, causing it to bounce a little in the air (kind of sexy, not gonna lie), both of them shooting up to cover his rapidly reddening cheeks, one tattooed, one not, his inked right arm tense and his hand glistening with points of pre-cum.
You blinked innocently at him.
"Oh, shit, fuck, I'm so sorry, um, l–listen," he sputtered, dick still sticking straight up, completely oblivious to Jungkook's embarrassment (ignorance is bliss). "I... I have a good reason, I s-swear."
You rolled onto your side and squished your tits together. Jungkook's brain seemed to implode a little, staring at your squashed breasts and hard nipples like it was the first time (even though you knew he literally sees them at least once a day).
"You're horny?"
Your voice cracked a little from sleep and you coughed to clear your throat (not sexy, but such is life).
Jungkook's shaking pupils were too busy staring at your titties. "Y-Yeah, I just woke up randomly horny as fuck, but I know how much you hate having your sleep disturbed so I was just going to edge myself a little... well, maybe finish…"
"You masturbating while touching my tits is not going to disturb me?"
"I... I've done it before..."
???????
???????
"Uh..."
"I don't touch you very much!" Jungkook blurted, grabbing your hands. "P-Please don't be mad! I only touch you a little and always very carefully! I never try to take advantage, I'm just horny, please, please, please don't be mad!"
He grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly. You grimaced, not because of the hug (Jungkook’s hugs were top tier), but because his hard dick jammed right into your thigh and smeared a giant line of pre-cum onto your skin (a little cold and not nearly as sexy as internet smut stories make it out to be, but maybe that was because you literally woke up to Jungkook jacking off without giving you so much as an invitation, rude). You gasped and retreated a little, but that made Jungkook try to grab you tighter and his cock bent upwards and jabbed you in the lower belly.
Still leaking everywhere, by the way.
"Oh shit–"
"Look here Excalibur, I'm not the stone waiting for the king," you winced, swiping your hand across your skin and wiping it on the side of his ass (hey, it's free real estate). Jungkook yelped, letting go of you.
"Hey!"
"If you're horny, let's fuck, not joust. I don't have the proper equipment for that and I'm not an undercover Lancelot, as dope as that would be."
"I should be turned off by now," Jungkook muttered under his breath (probably cursing your poorly timed King Arthur jokes – you did have a tendency to wear your mind on your sleeve). "But I'm not because, fuck, look at this body..."
His hands were already running all over your skin and, if there was one thing Jungkook had an extra zest for, it was fucking you – all the time, twenty-four seven, rest in peace responsibilities if you ever decided to become a nudist, but thankfully you had self-control (not when it came to terrible jokes at inappropriate times though, that was your vice). However, sleepy you had less self-control and let him do whatever he wanted, running his fingers all over your chest, making you shiver and slide closer to him, rubbing your thigh against his length and he sucked in a breath, whispering your name hotly against your cheek.
"S-Stop, I'm going to get horny..."
"You're already horny," you hummed into his chin, running your fingers through his blond hair, closing your eyes again, listening to his soft moan against your cheek (he always sounded so good, so fucking sexy, it was sinful), your left hand sliding down between you both. his palms pressed into your breasts, squeezing them roughly as you cupped your hand around his length and balls (Jungkook was really warm and your hands were kind of cold, this turned out to be a win-win situation, sweet). You wound your fingers around his length with two fingers hooked around his balls, bouncing them lightly as you rubbed his velvety skin, sighing against his neck.
"Pog."
"Do not Twitch chat talk to my dick," Jungkook muttered. "Also, what kind of weak-ass handjob is this, are you just warming your cold-as-fuck fingers–" (well, shit) "–oh, fuck!"
You gripped his cock with your left hand and buried your fingers in his hair, tongue between your lips as you roughly stroked his length, making Jungkook squirm and gasp above you, jerking back. You kept your hold on him, tighter, feeling him swell and get harder, grinning, your eyes still closed, working him fast and firm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook swore repeatedly, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers (damn, he was making you work to keep this smirk on your face, but it was worth), tendrils of pleasure snaking through you. You bit the side of your lip, increasing your pace, squeezing just under the head the way he liked, pre-cum pooling around the pocket of your index finger and thumb, adding lubrication.
"Stop, s-stop, I'm gonna e-explode," Jungkook moaned, planting his hands onto your tits and sinking his fingers in the softness once more (hello? where's the titty love, this ain't all about you, Jungkook).
"I like dynamite," was you answer, cracking one eye open. "Light it up."
Jungkook growled in his throat, glaring at you. "I swear to God, if you weren't so fucking hot, I'd be so fucking limp right no–aah, d-don't, oh fuuuck, please..."
You slid down the bed, switching hands, attaching your mouth to his balls (he was probably grateful for that, can't talk with a mouthful of nuts, sad) and put your breasts on his thigh, rubbing your nipples all over his hard muscle as you sucked, starting off slow, then faster and faster, one to the other, tongue all over, Jungkook loudly rambling nonsense above you (you weren't paying attention, you had a dick to jack off and some balls to rearrange with your masterful tongue) until Jungkook squealed at your firm grip on the head, cutting off his orgasm once again.
"Stop edging me," he hissed angrily above you.
You blew a raspberry on his nuts.
"A-ah, fuuuuuuuuck!"
Oh, that turned out to be more pleasurable than either you or Jungkook imagined, because his eyes were gigantic and his hips were furiously humping your hand, but you weren't holding him tight enough for him to cum. You raised your eyebrows at him and Jungkook gave you the most displeased expression he could muster (he looked cute as fuck, a complete fail), ash blond strands clinging to his forehead, nose scrunched up.
"That was for jacking off without me," you tutted.
"You would have gotten pissed if I woke you up to fuck," he pouted.
"I need beauty sleep to be beautiful."
"I hear facials actually help quite a lot."
You burst out laughing and Jungkook followed suit, his rich, full, almost wheezing laugh, until he realized you had swiped a condom from the nightstand (yup, they were casually in a little moon-shaped dish by the bed next to the chap stick and phone charger, says a lot about you two), fitted it on him, and then you sat on his dick.
"W-Wait – oooooooh, fuck!"
You waited a second for your body to adjust, forcefully stretched out by his thick girth, but it wasn't that bad when you were controlling your muscles and expecting it, so you started rocking your hips after the second, sighing in satisfaction. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head, his long fingers bunching up on his chest, raising his ass to get deeper with every slap of hips to hips, your body talking to his, heat rising through you, branching out your spine and to your limbs, the best kind of workout (your only workout, be honest here), clenching your core, making Jungkook snap his head back in panic, shaking his head furiously.
"I'm g-gonna cum if you keep going l-like that..."
You leaned down, brushing his hands away and spreading your fingers over his pecs, running your nails over his hard nipples. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip, you turning the tempo from a fast one to a longer, slower, more complete stroke from head to base, soft ass smacking his soft balls. He looked up at you, moaning softly, pupils blown wide, rainbow shadows over his face (damn, he's pretty, eleven out of ten, for sure), gasping your name, his hands finding your forearms and caressing them, eyelashes fluttering.
"O-oh, fuck, p-please... faster... wanna cum... you're so fucking sexy... ah, fuck, wanna cum for you..."
No one could say no to that, especially not you.
You slid your arms down to the bed, right beside his head, and increased the force, intensifying it all, Jungkook's fingers flying up and holding onto your nipples, the sheer wildness of your own pace tugging and pulling on them, your breathing deepening, panting hard, wispy and hot, his name on your lips, pleasure all over, passionately fucking him into the bed, and him jutting his hips back into your soaked walls, throbbing against the tightness, so hot, fire coursing through you, your juices soaking his crotch and balls.
“Jungkook, oh, fuck, yes...”
You squeezed him hard and Jungkook thrust into you with a groan, all hardness and thickness violently burying itself into your overwhelming heat and you moaned lustfully, pussy shuddering around his wonderful cock, feeling it shiver repeatedly, his orgasm filling up the condom so much that you felt the latex stretch inside you, jarring jerks with each of Jungkook's soft cries, his head shoved into the pillows, blond hair fanning out like a halo and practically wearing out your name with how many times he was chanting it.
You reached and held down the condom as you unsheathed (the beast), collapsing against the bed and laying down, wheezing a little, greatly satisfied at your work.
"Boom."
You weakly reached up and mimed a firework with one hand.
"Like dynamite."
"Oh, my fucking God," Jungkook muttered, peeling off the condom and immediately snatching the towel next to the bed (also says a lot about you two) and another condom, yanking off the other one (trash can next to the bed already, again says – never mind, you get it) and cleaning himself off before putting on the new one. "On your back."
You rolled on your back, snickering. "Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap–"
Jungkook clapped a hand on your mouth and it smelled a whole lot like his cum. "This is not the time to be quoting the Addams Family, you animal."
You nuzzled out of it, grinning. "I'm just saying I want an orgasm equivalent to blowing up a small house."
"Oh, you'll get it," Jungkook growled, yanking your hips to the center of the bed, pushing your legs up to your chest, almost bending you in half. "You ready?"
You bit your lip, still grinning. "Of course."
One hand left your leg and you were confused for a split second.
The next you were gasping, Jungkook rapidly smacking his hand into your clit and pussy, not hard, but constant, swift smacks that got you wetter and wetter, quivering and struggling for breath.
"J-Jungkook, oh f-fuck, Jungkook..." you whined, fingers digging into the sheets, twisting them, bouncing your hips towards him. He inhaled sharply, fitting his finger onto your clit and raising himself.
"W-wait – oh fuck!"
Jungkook chuckled and thrust into your wet warmth, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your body squirmed, trying to alleviate the sudden high rush of pleasure, but Jungkook was stronger (was this the reason he worked out? no complaints here), his free hand pressing your leg down into your chest, your other leg crammed against his shoulder, his hand snaking in between and stimulating your clit, not having to move because you were moaning helplessly, rutting against him repeatedly, pulsating all around him, so good, so good, throbs of desire against his callused fingertip, eyes rolling back. Hard cock, engorged clit worked into a frenzy, your own hips fucking him back so hard that Jungkook was moaning with you, your name tumbling out from those pink lips.
"Cum for me, fuck, you sound and look so sexy, come on, come on..."
You would have praise for him too if you could breathe, but you couldn't, pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes closed, getting there, getting so close, and Jungkook he kept going until you wailed his name, back arcing, your tits hitting your thighs, forearms taut and straining, lower body lurching towards him and leaking out slick juices all over his crotch and yours, so much so that his finger slipped and his nail nicked your clit, turning your moan into a howl of ecstasy.
"Oh, shit, are you ok–"
You grabbed his hips, ignoring whatever the fuck he was saying, and slammed him down into your pussy, making Jungkook lose his balance and put his hands on the bed, yelping, and you hissing in his face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, Jungkook, give me your cock, and Jungkook was saying something but your body gave no fucks, ears mysteriously broken at that specific moment, raising your hips to meet his as he sank down, Jungkook's face scrunching up and his pleas finally reaching your ears.
"H-Hold on, I want to last, stop, stop, stop..."
"Who cares about that, I need dick," was your very impatient response, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs and pinned you down, stopping you and him from moving, you whining and clenching around him.
"This is not p–"
Jungkook immediately fitted his hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad. Shush."
(How did he know you were going to say 'this is not poggers'?)
You wiggled your ass and Jungkook growled, pulling out and slamming back in, not fast, but powerful, cock getting harder and harder with your whines and cries behind his palm.
"This is what you need," he panted, deep and gravelly, one hand on the bed and one on your mouth, fucking you so hard that your ass was bouncing on the bed, creating a wet spot on the sheets with how drenched you were for Jungkook's lust-filled, husky voice. "Need me to fuck you silent, fuck, you're so tight and wet, come on, cum for me, cum for me, you sexy, sexy woman..."
Your body was already complying, pleasure wrapping all around, body so hot from the fire within, tongue pressed against his palm, moaning lewdly around his fingers as you came again, and he was so hard, fuck, Jungkook was so fucking hard right after he woke up, always, (a fucking mystery and eighth wonder of the world and your pussy was thoroughly investigating), so deep and so thick, your muscles clutching him tight, sucking him back in. His fingers separated a little, loosening his grip, and you heard your needy whimper mildly muffled by his digits.
"You're so good Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love your cock, Jungkook..."
You looked up into his eyes, at his long hair hanging around his face, jaw clenched, smirking as he saw your gaze, biting the side of his lips in concentration.
"I love you too," he breathed. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."
You clamped around him and Jungkook groaned, eyelids fluttering, grunting as he forcefully thrust into you, your name mixed with a moan as he came again, fully sheathing himself in your quivering, abused heat, warm pulses soothing him and you all over. The sheets stuck to your ass, covered in your sweet-smelling cum.
(Good thing that was on his side of the bed.)
His hand glided up your face, pushing back your hair, shuddering as he rutted into your core a few more times, savoring your tightness.
"You alright, my dude?" you whispered nonchalantly, gasping slightly.
Jungkook cracked one eye open. "Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, bro."
"Pog-"
Jungkook shoved two fingers into your mouth and you choked a little, pouting around his fingers (you weren't surprised though, you knew it was coming).
"I will whip this dick out and slap you in the face with it."
"That's kinda nasty, but also sounds kinda hot," you gargled around his fingers.
"... You're right. Damn, he's asleep. Shit."
Jungkook pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, frowning as he glanced down.
"Only him and not us, something seems a little inverted here."
Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss you (another reason why he was the perfect partner, still being affectionate, regardless of your loony antics).
"I love you."
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in which you anger jjk by being annoying - wait, that’s every day well, he still wants to bang you counter point
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Can you write some more about nice guy jock kiri? Please and thank you. Have a good day!
yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT
goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, suggestive language, manipulation, coercion
THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY
He said she could pick the movie this time.
He said she could pick out any movie at all. Whatever she wanted, they were going to watch. Yet in the time she’d spent making lunch, Kirishima sprawled lazily in her bed, browsing half-mindedly, eyes sliding from viewing the screen to looking at her round grabbable ass dancing as she padded about the small kitchen, begging for him to come pinch as she put the stir-fry in bowls and walked over to plot herself down next to the muscly block of man, he’d already picked a movie, far away from something she’d choose, though when eyeing what puppy-dog look he gave her, she couldn't very well say no.
Kirishima has always been clingy. She wouldn't like to call it suffocating, or controlling, though it does border on the word. But she cannot blame him for being handsy and suggestive when they’re alone, in her apartment, in her bed. He’s always been needy, always touching her, so very big-hearted and forward, easily distracted, easily discarding of tasks in favor of doing what new activity calls for his attention, like a dog.
She was becoming quite used to his confident nature, how hap-hazardously he would go about touching her, kissing and licking at her the way he so often went about doing, so much so it was strange to think that they hadn't ever actually slept together.
They had been dating for a couple weeks, and Kirishima was clear about his intentions and aspirations and wants and needs from the start, being a very open honest person, but she couldn't help but feel as though he was pushing her, nudging her, guilt-tripping her with candid words of how horny he was because of her, how frustrated he was, how frigid, how it was effecting his schoolwork, how good a boyfriend he was for waiting, for being patient and tolerant, how she couldn't blame him for wanting something in return, even though that something was a thing she wasn't ready to give him.
It would be wrong if she said he didn't respect her wishes, because he had, albeit begrudgingly. Each time she invited him over, or... he invited himself over, when he became rowdy, it would always take a good amount of bargaining and persuasion on her side, which was always met with even more coaxing and encouragement from him. How he would message his hand into the inside of her thigh, and she would push ever so gently to keep him at bay until he finally laid off, the mood stiff and awkward as he left her apartment to walk to his own place, alone, with a rejected boner he would have to take care of alone, then go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. He had still respected her wish in the end, or... maybe not respected, but at least accepted it.
She hadn't picked out the movie, and it being something she hadn't really invested very much thought into, she didn't try and stop him from nuzzling into her neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh found there. She allowed him to lift her shirt up to rub circles into her stomach with his warm roughened hand, let him grab and grope and mold her breast through the fabric of her bra, let him swing his leg over her body, to lock her position beneath him and his brawny heavy frame as he cuddled into her.
She could already feel the stiff bulge bump into her thigh, tried to forgive him for always riling himself up when he knows what her answer’s going to be, knows how she isn't ready to give him what he wants. Hearing his breathing picking up, becoming rugged and raspy, hot against her neck as he tried humping into her, having rolled and positioned and handled both their bodies so he could lie between her thighs, face mushed into the soft skin of her neck, nipping at her collarbones , spiky hair poking into the underside of her chin, hands abrasive when squeezing at the flesh of her ass and thighs, gripping them to lock around his torso, venturing to grab at her waist and breasts, becoming more and more frenzied, more and more rugged, forgetting his strength, forgetting her protests, getting more and more carried away.
She jolted once she felt his fingers hook into the band of her panties, having slipped up her skirt and spidered playfully up her thigh. She grabbed his arms loosely, small hands obviously not able to wrap around the thickness of his muscles, though applying what strength she deemed necessary to make him take her seriously, lightly digging her fingernails into his skin. “Uhm, Kiri-” She squeaked unsurely, breaching the shapeless noisy silence of heavy breathing and rugged groans and building growls that had filled the room, movie still quietly playing in the background, white noise completely ignored by the burning of her ears.
“Come on, let me feel.” He purred into her ear, giving her lobe a nibble.
“Uhm, I don't think-” She shoved at him, balls of her feet digging into the mattress, trying to sit up.
He laid his weight down on her, immobilizing her movement, keeping her under him. “Come on...” He drawled, voice rumbling. “Please?” Mumbling into her skin, knowing how it always makes her giggle from the tickle by the light scruff on his chin, knowing it makes her sweet and pliable. “Pretty please? It’ll feel good, I promise.”
He didn't really wait for any response, his face mushed into her neck, seeming cute as he pleaded but also acting as a great trap, his hand succeeded in pushing her panties aside, warm worn fingers, foreignly larger cuddled with the sensitivity kept there. His breath shuddered, lips spreading into a toothy grin against her neck, so wide she could feel it.
“Aww.” He moaned. “That’s so warm and wet.” She cringed, but hadn't the time to tell him to stop, hadn't the time to decide that she valued her limits more than maintaining the good vibe, and then she hadn't the mind to really think about it at all, too preoccupied with wrapping her thoughts around the fact that Eijiro had just pushed one thick knuckled finger inside her, roughly at that, pumped it in, stuffed her with it, with an equally chaffed thumb-pad laying heavy pressure down into her little beading clit.
It would probably have felt awful, the brutish boyish clumsy inconsiderate rubbing, but having him dry-hump into her for the better half of the entire movie made for a little messy spill between her thighs, perfectly ready to make whatever rough movement he gave seem like God’s touch, enough to have her moan at once.
“Does that feel good?” He asked, cocky undertone almost completely smoked out by livid lust, his arousal so very clear in his voice as he removed his weight when feeling her body melt and comply to what his hand was giving her of bliss. His large muscly frame rising to kneel between her legs, having her thighs hiked up and spread atop of his, forehead resting against hers. She bobbed her head in a series of quick sporadic nods, teeth biting harshly into her lip as she watched with a bowed head his finger disappear in and out the vulnerable sensitivity found between her spread thighs, the smell of beer on his heavy hot breaths fan over her face before he kissed her head. “You wanna cum?” She gave a moan, indicating an unspoken yes as he rubbed his thumb over and over her tender pearl, pushing another one of his long fingers inside her, making her gasp out a moan, mewing as he curled and scissored the two digits inside her, making her inevitable unraveling arrive much quicker.
He wiped his sticky hand on his pant leg with a small smug smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, watching as her head fell back to rest against the pillow again, beginning to unbutton his jeans.
The sound of him sliding down his zipper pulled her focus back, eyelids fluttering open just in time to watch him pull his throbbing hard erection out with a sigh. And though the red-head had gone about the reveal in an unceremonious manner, whether it was out of lack of showmanship or Kirishima deeming it unnecessary, it didn't really matter to the virgin beneath him. She took one look and she wasn’t able to look away. A surprising black bush drew her focus at first, what more the two easter-eggs that seemed to be nestling there, but not before long her eyes felt the need to follow what bulging pumping purple vein ran up the underside of the thickness, almost like a spine, or a pin that reached up to a red-blushed head, glossed like a candy-apple, with a slit running though it and a spill of pre-cum dripping down to disappear in the dark forest below.
She could swear it sized up to her whole arm’s-length.
Her eyebrows knitted as she continued eyeing the hard pole, watching it bob with strength, straining against his stomach, standing proudly on it’s own as he lifted his shirt off his arms and shoulders, throwing it to the floor, revealing what mouthwatering washboard rock-hard abs he kept beneath.
His hand once again reached out, this time to grab her wrist, guiding her shaking hand back to his thick member, watching her hesitate to wrap her delicate little fingers around his length once he squeezed her wrist too hard in impatience, seeing her bite her lip at the feel of the almost rubbery-smooth texture of his length in her palm, warm to the touch. His larger hand wrapped around her smaller one, guiding the movement as he started pumping up and down.
He groaned, head hung and resting atop her shoulder where he knelt with her sitting form in his lap, red eyes with wide pupils locked on watching her small hand loosely holding onto him, his cock looking so unbelievably huge in her tiny grasp, like some beast, where the more he thought about it and the more he looked, it was big compared to all of her, he could only imagine what she was thinking as she eyed his length with that cute childish level of curiosity and sweet tinge of virgin anxiety. She needed to bite her lip to prevent it from trembling, wanting to squeeze her thighs shut when they too became unruly, wanting to protect what was kept between them.
It only made his cock throb even harder.
“I- fuck-” He grunted, thrusting shallowly up into her hand by angling his hips up, looking down upon her enticing pretty silken dew-kissed heat, his finger greedily reaching to touch the tender entrance only to hear her whimper out a small whine at once when his rough digits brazenly made contact. “You’re so shy, it’s adorable.”
The loosely given hand-job felt good around his priorly ignored arousal, what with how sensitive he was, but was missing what her pussy was welcomingly dripping with.
He lowered himself, hand grabbing his base to steady the attack, yet was declined by her placing her own hand in front of the poor unsuspecting virgin tightness. “Uhm, Kiri- I-”
He shushed at her, prying her hand easily away, replacing it with his own, rubbing those electrical patterns he did before into her pretty budding pearl. “No, no, Baby. Come on. Pretty please, it’ll feel so good, I’ll be gentle okay? It’ll be good, I promise.” He swirled his thumb over her clit, an act far from gentle, though sending those sharp involuntary spikes of pleasure into her core, giving to something pooling in her stomach, something warm and sticky and heavier than before, almost burdening with how it strained in the muscles of her thighs, making her shake beneath the man’s mere thumb. “I love you, Baby, don't you want us to take the next step?”
“Uhm...” She gasped as he abused the sensitivity under his course strength.
“Thank you, Baby.” He purred, lips carved into a smile fit for devouring, planting kisses down her face and into her neck, his cock pushing into the velvet folds.
But she backed up, balls of her feet pushing into the mattress, her palms doing the same, but Kirishima had other plans, none of them including letting her up.
“Kiri, no-” She pushed lightly at his chest then, as she’d done before, trying to soothe and smooth over the feathers she’d ruffled, trying ever so gently in those small soft caresses to apologize for having riled him up so.
But seems this time he wouldn't have that either, her hands cupped and pulled rather dismissively out of the way, dominated by his own and how he intertwined his digits, raking them in with her dainty ones, locking their hands, or rather securing hers, before pushing them flat into the sheets beside her, giving him full access to what lied beneath him without her bothersome fists getting in his way. “Come on, Babe... stop being a little tease...” Her hands slipped their confinements in his as he rather needed them to manage her body, felt that twitching itch to grab and grope and tug and pull at all her doughy flesh. She gasped as he groped a mans handful of her ass, bumping his bare cock into her, rubbing it up and over her pussy, bobbing between their stomachs.
His face was still so adamant on nibbling at the flesh of her collar, leaving what she knew to be ugly swelling purple stains that turned into those vile green and yellow marks looking like fungus blooming on her skin. “I’m sorry-” It was all too much to have his warm skin pressed against her, his naked hardness, all of him, his rough hands, his brutish needle-sharp teeth, that thing that poked at her, humped into her where he’d made a sticky wet hot mess, with her underwear put somewhere out of sight and most definitely out of reach. “I’m not ready to-” Her hands tried softly but with increasing effort at getting him off, trying to get her discomfort across to the seemingly clueless baboon who was handling her body to his own selfish ends on top of her.
“It’s fine.” His voice was heated, soft despite trodding over her own, as he tried calming her down, again with his hands tugging at her wrists and pushing the annoying things away from him, again so he could lie himself down on top of her. “We’ll try something-” His efforts at soothing her weren’t appreciated by the girl beneath as she continued pushing, bordering on thrashing beneath the giant red-head.
“Kiri, stop. ” There was an edge to her voice this time, an edge he didn’t appreciate.
Large hand wrapped their fingers around her wrist and crushed it with a strength she couldn't hope to match, a dark chuckle following, rumbling just beside her ear alongside a small smile carving his lips at the cute pop of bones followed by her whimper. “Stop being so difficult, Babe.” He chastised, voice dismissive and completely unbothered by her spiked struggles, treating her reluctance like it was nothing but a minor inconvenience he could simply swat away like a fly. “I know you’ll like it, you just need to-”
“I don’t need to do anything!” She cried now, adorable small whines as she tried prying her hand out of his hold. “Get off me!”
“Kinda feels like you’re trying to piss me off here.” His tone darkened, and so did the look in his eyes, and though she was just short of bawling with the lump of hopelessness and fear caught stuck in her throat, the adrenaline gave her such a rush of confidence as her leg finally managed to shuffle under his, allowing her to knee him right in that swelled thick slug he was so transfixed on appeasing.
And though she managed briefly to slip out from beneath him, it was no victory, and she felt that ounce of triumph that fluttered in her heart snuff out at the feel of his brawny taunt and rock hard arms wrap around her torso, hoisting her off the ground, only to throw her right back where she’d been laying not moments ago.
“Please, Eijirou, please, you're scaring me, stop.” She kicked now, flopping beneath him like a fish hauled up on a boat, tried prying her hands out of his grasp yet couldn't stop him from holding her down, rolling her on her stomach while he pulled off his uniform necktie, bending her arms behind her back and tightening the noose around her wrists, pulling the tail between them to secure the knot tightly, before rolling her back with her hands being crushed beneath her.
Her face reappeared tear-slicked and panicked. “There we go, all pretty and perfect for me.” He lightly tapped her face as he stuffed her mouth with the panties he fished back up from his pockets, settling between her legs again as she whined through the make-shift gag.
Rough course hand, like sandpaper, like rock, slid down between her thighs, slowly in their venture, pushing and kneading into the softness, hungry as they groped and pushed her open, wrapped her around his torso so he could slap his rock-solid cock onto her vulnerable little opening.
“Let me paint a picture for you, Babe.” He started, catching her attention.
Her eyes so unbelievably wide as she looked up at him through the thick hazy ominous darkness of the room, a darkness that once seemed so cozy now so overwhelming, the sun having gone down, the TV turned to black, the lights left off and the only glimmer coming from the streetlights and the dim white glow of the moon shining in through her window, leaving Kirishima’s sharp teeth to hang above her and how they seemed to drip, eerie shadows cast upon his face, eyes red and hazy, drooped to slits, drunk and cocky as he continued rubbing his cockhead up through the lips of her pussy ever so causally, like she wasn’t bound and bawling beneath him.
“So listen up and listen carefully. Can you do that, Babe?”
She felt cold suddenly, chilled to her core by his tone, reduced to shivering beneath his confident touch, shuddering where she laid, chest pushed upward above the support her arms gave, head drawing in the dune of her pillow, thighs lifted to straddle her boyfriend’s waist, his hand keeping her there by curling his thumb into the underside of her knee.
“The way I see it, you have two options.” He leaned in, voice sturdy but soft like a straight-jacket. “Either you be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” Tone swooping low into a growl. “Or...”
His hands moved steadily as they began unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up, planting a kiss on the newly exposed skin of her tummy, just short of her belly-button. The light scruff of his chin tickling the thin skin it rubbed against as he continued licking and nibbling on the flesh the more it was exposed to him.
“You run along to your friends, tell them what a bad bad guy I am. They ask for proof, but silly little you have no proof to give.” He chuckled, warm breath breezed on the peach-fuzz of her chest as he kept sucking his marks into her, hands fingering the last of her buttons. “People love me, Buttercup, so let me ask you this...” The crimson spikes of his hair stuck into the underside of her chin as he licked up her throat, kissed her jaw and bit at her earlobe, whispering. “Who’s side you think they gonna take?” Humming as he watched another fat tear run down her cheek. “You go to the teachers, they ask for proof, something you still don’t have because there is none. And even if they did believe you... no saying they’d do anything about it. I’m destined to be a billboard hero. Do you really think they’ll throw all that away on some ditz from general studies?” Question after question, answer after answer, each one another stab and twist of the rusty blade in her hope. “Think again.” With her shirt open she witnessed him morph his hand into sharp rock, a jagged finger burrowing beneath the bridge of her bra and cutting the thick fabric loose, now fully exposed to his mouthful of teeth and slobbering tongue. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not how the world works, Sweetheart.”
She closed her eyes, clamped them shut, but it only helped her feel all his entitled actions even more, how he moved, rightfully, regardlessly, without regret or remorse. She swore she could feel him pulsating against her, his cock pumping against her swollen clit, where she could argue that the rip of him tearing apart her skirt was the loudest noise she’d ever heard in her life.
“And perhaps it ends there, but I know you. You continue, trying to make anyone believe you, eventually ending up in management for crazy obsessed fanatic fangirls -of which I have many- or you give up.” His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, fingers tweaking the other breast with boyish greediness. “Either way, you end up missing. With no friends to bother coming to find you, thinking that your delusional ass offed yourself, when in reality...”
Large hand curling around her neck, squeezing as he rose to look down at her, rock his hips to allow his cock more friction, sliding up and down between her thighs, bobbing against her stomach, thrumming and spilling thick whiteness, dripping and smearing onto her skin.
“You’re right back here with me.”
Her heart skipped, seemed to stop, everything seemed to stop. His words hung poised, forgetting how to drop, like dust settling, lingering about the air as she looked up at him, thinking he looked like the onset of hell, like a demon, his hair like horns, his eyes like hellfire, and those teeth, those sharp unforgiving teeth.
“You see, if you don’t give, I will take.” He juggled her head with the tight grip he had on her jaw, playing with her as his other hand swept through her delicate sensitive folds, made her cringe, try and shimmy away, all to his disgusting amusement shown in the snaggletooth that hooked over his lip as he smirked a grim curled line. “And right now it looks to me like I might just have to show you just how defenseless you are to stop me.” His digits wiggled inside her, and she whined into her panties as she sucked on them, her eyes clinging to the dangerous heat simmering inside his. “Aww see? You’re already getting so wet. Your body sure knows who it belongs to, I’m sure you will too, very soon.”
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i finally got some time to post some Eren smut. it's fluffy and cute, i hope you all enjoy! :)
Making Love
Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Virgin!Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW
"Are you serious right now? This game is so ass!"
Yelling could be heard from Eren's room as he was currently streaming at the moment. He was playing a new game his fans had suggested for him to play, and it wasn't going exactly well. It was difficult and he couldn't get past certain levels because of the frame rates; it annoyed him to no end.
"I seriously need to play demos before buying it.." Eren sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.
It wasn't pretty late, it was around 10:30 p.m. he started his stream a little earlier because he wanted to head to sleep; as well as spend more time with his girlfriend. She wanted to at least have some cuddling time with Eren before bed, and he agreed that it'd be nice.
"Baby?"
His attention went towards the door where he saw his girlfriend standing. She was leaning against the frame, a look of worry written on her features.
Eren moved one of his headphones to one side. "What's up (Y/N)? Is everything okay, beautiful?" he asked, raising a brow.
She chewed on her bottom lip. "Are you almost done?" she asked.
He looked at the time, he also took notice that she had her pajamas on; maybe it was a good time to log off.
"Yeah, give me a minute, okay?" he replied, looking back up at her.
jaegerist45: lady calling?
erensimp43: tell y/n hello!
jaegerbombfan20: you look tired Eren
Eren laughed a bit, "Yeah she's calling, I'll for sure tell her hey, and yeah I am pretty tired. Exams have been killing me lately.." he replied. "I think I'm going to end this one a bit early today guys.. I'll probably have a longer stream next week for sure."
His fans sent a few goodnight messages and told him to sleep well, a few told him to say hey to (Y/N). He waved at the camera before ending the stream, he could feel the tiredness setting into his eyes.
"(Y/N)! I finished streaming!" he called, standing up and cracking a few of his joints. Sitting down in one space really made his body stiff.
The door cracked open and (Y/N) came walking towards him, a smile on her features. "How did the stream go?" she asked, looking down at him.
Eren looked up from his phone. "It went well, the game was shitty though," he chuckled. "Come sit"
Eren patted the spot on his lap, (Y/N) gladly sat down; adjusting her legs onto him.
Eren snaked his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss onto her cheek. "You tired?" he asked, nodding his head.
She drew circles onto the muscles of his chest. "Mmm, not really, I just wanted to spend time with you is all," she replied, looking into his emerald eyes.
His hand settled onto her thigh, where he began to circle the skin; goosebumps flaring. "Come here.. I wanna kiss you," he said, turning her face to face his.
Their lips connected with one another, Eren's lips were always so soft; they made (Y/N) dizzy whenever he kissed her.
Eren deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping along her bottom lip; to which she allowed access to her mouth. A slight moan escaping her throat.
"Eren.." she moaned, putting her hands into his hair.
His body suddenly felt hot, almost feverish. He could feel the way (Y/N)'s body was getting warm, she always got warm whenever the two were like this. It was crazy to see what Eren could do to her by just kissing.
"Fuck, you're so tempting right now," Eren said, moving his lips down to her neck; her pulse beating quickly.
She felt his teeth grazing her skin, his tongue gliding against her sweet spot. Mewls were coming from her lips, Eren's mind was going crazy from all of it.
"E-Eren, wait.." she said, looking towards him.
He looked at her with blown pupils. "Shit.. did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," he said, chewing his cheek. Eren sometimes forgot that (Y/N) was a virgin, he never wanted to take things too far.
She ran her fingers along his jawline. "No baby you're fine.. I was thinking.. I – shit um – I might be ready," she replied, her cheeks hot.
Eren nodded, "Are you sure? I mean.. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, or regret it later."
She smiled, "I'm sure.. just as long as you're the one who does it," she replied.
"We'll go slow, okay? You can pull my hair if you want to stop," he said, hugging her tightly against him.
She shook her head, "Okay.."
Eren lifted her up bridal-style, a small yelp coming from her mouth. He carried her over to their bed, laying her down on the sheets; she looked so pretty beneath him. He wanted to be gentle with her, take his time, make her feel good for her first time; no lousy shit.
He hovered over her body, his breath fanning over her face. "I love you.." he whispered, leaning down towards her neck. He began to press small kisses into her skin, every so often he'd graze his teeth to leave a mark.
"I love you too.." she replied, putting her fingers into his hair.
Eren kissed down the valley between her breasts, then down to her belly and towards her navel. His lips trailing and leaving small wet patches on her skin, it made her shiver whenever his breath ghosted over them.
"I'm going to take your shirt and your pants off, okay? If you feel uncomfortable just pull on my hair," he said, looking down at her.
She nodded, "Okay.." she replied.
Eren lifted her shirt over her head, her breasts fully exposed. Her nipples grew hard from the cold air, she felt suddenly shy; almost bashful. She hadn't shown anyone what her body looked like, not even Eren.
Her arm suddenly flew to her breasts, covering them. Eren noticed and grabbed her hand, "You don't have to cover up princess, they're beautiful, just like you."
He slowly moved her arm away so he could get a better look, he used one of his hands to massage her mound. His middle and index finger played with her hard nipple.
A small moan escaped her mouth from the contact. "Eren.."
He smirked, "You like that huh? I like your tits, they're cute," he said with a smile.
She giggled a bit, that's what Eren liked to hear. She wasn't uncomfortable, she wasn't weirded out, she felt good in his presence. He wanted her at ease.
"I'm going to take your shorts off, okay?" he said, looking up at her again.
She shook her head, "Okay"
Eren hooked his fingers underneath the band of her shorts, he pulled the fabric down her legs and tossed them into another part of the room. She was wearing white panties, his cock slightly twitched at the sight. He noticed a darkened spot, she was wet.
He used the pad of his thumb to lightly rub her clothed clit. She jolted a bit from the contact, Eren took notice of how sensitive she was already, it made him ache in his sweatpants.
"Can I take these off? I want to make you feel good," he asked, looking up at her.
She shook her head, "Yes.. you can"
Eren removed her underwear, her pussy now fully exposed. She pressed her thighs together a bit, that familiar feeling of embarrassment taking over. Eren was seeing her naked, sure, he had seen her in a bra or without pants; but this was different. He was the first person to ever see her like this.
Eren was focused on her pussy, it was pretty. Her slick coated her folds and it leaked down to her ass, he couldn't wait to taste her; savor every bit of what she was like.
"Fuck.. you're so beautiful," Eren praised, his voice coming out soothing; almost speechless.
He pressed wet kisses into her thighs, nibbling a few times at the skin. A small whimper came from (Y/N)'s mouth, her body was growing hot and she could feel herself getting more wet by the minute.
"E-Eren, please.. can we – um uh – move a little quicker?" she asked, desperation coming from her voice.
Eren stopped to look at her. "Oh yeah, I just want you comfortable princess. I'll get things started," he replied, fixing his bun.
He maneuvered himself so he was now laying on his stomach, his print was pressing into the bed. As much as he wanted to get things over with, this was his girlfriend. The love of his life, it was her pleasure over his anyday; especially right now. This wasn't a quick fuck, this was him making love to her.
Eren buried his face in between her legs, he took a deep breath; the scent filling his nose. His tongue slowly licked up her folds, a moan coming from his girlfriend.
He put his hands around the flesh of her thighs, spreading her apart so he can reach deeper parts of her. His tongue dragged along her pussy, his eyes looking up towards her to see any discomfort. What he saw was the exact opposite.
She looked so fucking pretty.
Her lips were glossy and parted, small moans were coming out of her mouth and her eyes were shut. A sight that made Eren's cock ache even more.
"Eren, more! More, please!" she cried, digging her nails into his scalp.
His nose was against her clit, his tongue swirling around and savoring the taste. He slightly hummed against her, he took note on the way her face changed when he did that.
Eren sat up for a second, his chin covered in her arousal; his lips slightly pink. "Shit, you taste good," he said, hovering over her.
He leaned down to kiss her, she could taste her slick on his lips. She put her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
His finger went down towards her clit, it traveled down to her hole. She suddenly felt his finger entering inside of her, a gasp coming from her throat.
"O-Oh, fuck!" she said, grinding her hips against his hand.
Eren curled his finger around to reach that spot inside of her. "You're doing so good for me.. you're such a good girl," he said, kissing her cheek.
Her walls fluttered around his finger, he slowly moved in and out, her arousal coating his fingers. Eren curled around again, her eyes suddenly seeing white as he continued to finger her at a slow pace.
"B-Baby.. oh my God!" she said, gasping a little.
He smirked, "You like that beautiful?" he asked.
She nodded her head, her hand going down to meet his wrist. "Like that," she said, angling his hand upwards toward her g-spot.
He used his thumb to circle her clit, her walls were sucking his finger in and he could feel that she was getting close. He never knew she could be this sensitive let alone be this submitting to him; he liked it.
A knot formed near her belly, it was threatening to snap at any moment. "E-Eren.. I'm g-gonna cum.." she whimpered, grinding up towards him.
Eren slowed his movements before removing his fingers away from her pussy, he didn't want her to cum just yet. He wanted her around him for that, she needed to experience a real orgasm, not from his fingers, but from his own cock.
"I-Is something wrong?" she asked, concern dripping from her voice.
Eren smiled, "Not at all, I just want you to experience the real thing," he replied.
He got off the bed and began to remove his sweats, a print was prominent and a wet spot was visible on the material. Eren was itching to get them off the second he saw her naked.
She rubbed her thighs together as she watched Eren's sweats drop to the floor, his cock sprang free. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either.
"Should I..?" she asked, looking at the red tip.
He looked down at his dick then back at her. "What? Oh, no. Not just yet princess, it's your pleasure tonight over mine," he replied, walking towards the bed. "Are the condoms in there?"
She chewed her lip, "Do we have to do it with a condom..?" she asked.
Eren thought to himself for a moment, would going in without protection be a good idea? He's done it before, maybe once or twice, but how would she feel? Eren was going to take her virginity and he wanted to take as many precautions as possible, it was her pleasure over his.
"Are you sure you don't want a condom? I want you comfortable," he asked, cupping her cheek.
She looked at the table beside the bed then back towards him. "I want to feel you Eren, that's all," she replied, running her nails against his shoulder.
He looked at her, "If that's what you want then I'll go in without one, if anytime you want to stop-"
"Tug on your hair, got it," she cut him off, a smile on her features.
Eren chuckled before leaning down to kiss her. "It's going to feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good later," he said, looking into her eyes.
She shook her head, swallowing thickly. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, it was now or never, she was so ready for this moment.
Eren positioned his cock at her entrance, he rubbed the tip along her slick folds; a groan coming from his throat from the pleasure. She slightly whined at the feeling, it felt so good.
He took a deep breath before entering into her, she cried out in pleasure, Eren's cock filling her up felt so amazing. He groaned as her walls sucked him in, she was so tight and wet, it made him go crazy.
He looked down at her face to see if she was in any pain, her eyes were squeezed shut; her teeth biting her lip. Eren intertwined his fingers with hers as he leaned down to kiss her, his hips slowly easing into her so he could bottom out.
"F-Fuck.. you feel amazing," he said, kissing her cheek.
She put her arms around his neck, bringing his chest towards hers. "I love you.." she said, inhaling his scent.
He chuckled, "I love you more baby.. let me know when I can move," he replied.
Eren fully bottomed out, he gave her some time to adjust. He didn't want to move quickly, it could hurt her, it'd make Eren so upset if he accidentally did anything to make her first time bad.
"U-Um.. you can move," she said, tugging on his hair.
He hummed before starting to slowly thrust into her, his pace was sort of testing the waters he wanted to see if she wanted him to stop at all. All he saw was her lips parting open, small whimpers and moans escaping as he moved.
"S-Shit.. Eren! It feels so good.." she whimpered, throwing her head back.
His tip brushed up against her g-spot, her vision became hazy as he kept moving into her. Her walls were sucking him in, it felt so good, Eren swore her pussy was made for him. He loved every inch of her.
"Fuck, baby you feel so good.. I wanna fuck you so good," he said, his voice slightly raspy.
His pace started to pick up, the sound of her squelching pussy filled the room, his balls slapping against her clit.
"Yes! Eren! Shit!" she cried, digging her nails into his back.
Eren leaned on his knees to savor the view, she looked so fragile beneath him; like an angel almost. He couldn't break her he had to control himself just a bit, as much as he would love to take control and ravish her, he wanted her to remember this. Only the best for his baby.
His head went back, eyes fluttering shut as he thrusted. "(Y/N).. princess.." he groaned, squeezing the plush of her thigh.
That familiar knot began to form in her stomach, her legs began to tremble and a layer of sweat formed onto her skin.
"E-Eren.. I'm close!" she moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her.
Eren leaned down again to meet her face, either of his arms beside her head. His lips pressed onto hers, they were hot and wet.
"Cum around me baby.. you can do it beautiful," he said, slowing his thrusts. "I love you.."
As if on queue, her walls tightened around his cock. Her thighs trembling and her moans pouring out endlessly, it was like music to Eren's ears; heaven like.
"I love you too.." she said in between pants.
His cock twitched inside of her, his own orgasm slowly approaching. Eren picked up the pace just a little, he wanted to pull out and finish the job that way. He wasn't ready to cum in her; not just yet.
"I'm g-gonna cum.." he said, burying her face into her neck.
Eren twitched one last time before he pulled out, his thick cum pouring onto her belly. He slowly jerked his dick to get it all out, her name poured out of his mouth.
"Shit.." he said, looking down at her with a lazy smile.
Her eyes were half-lidded and a smile was on her features. "That was great.." she said, laying her head back onto the pillow.
Eren grabbed a few tissues and wiped the cum off her belly, he then tossed it into the garbage can. A few strands of his hair were stuck on his forehead from the sweat, he could care less about how he was feeling.
He collapsed beside her, his arm snaking around her waist. "I love you so much," he said, pressing a kiss into her cheek. "I hope I wasn't too rough.."
She ran her fingers down between her thighs, she winced feeling the soreness of her muscles. "Not too bad.. I'll be fine, but thank you, Eren." she replied, turning to face him.
He smiled, "You're so pretty, I want to make you my wife,"
She giggled, running her fingers along his hair. "Maybe.. we need to get settled first," she said, kissing his nose.
"I'm glad to be your first.. just know I'll be your last," Eren said, pulling her body closer towards him.
She buried her face into his chest. "I like the sound of that."
Eren placed his chin on her head before closing his eyes, he finally made love to (Y/N) and he couldn't be happier.
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smut alphabet - fatgum
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
After sex, Taishiro enjoys a nice, warm bubble bath to unwind and clean up. As you relax, preferably with you resting against his stomach, he’ll run soap all over your sweaty skin then gently massage your lower back. When you’re bent over the bed, your back takes a lot of the stress with him pounding you from behind.
Following your bath, he’ll take as much skin-to-skin contact as he can get. It doesn’t matter if you’re lounging on the couch or laying in bed. He just wants to enjoy you. Feeling your body safe in his arms puts him at ease. And he’s super warm, so he’s the best to cuddle with during chilly nights.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Oh, he adores your tummy. All of it. Any surface, from your collar bones to your hips, he’ll kiss and lick and tickle and worship. Anything you consider a flaw or ugly, he commends. It’s not an exaggeration. You’re an icon. He’d kneel before you, honoring each stretch mark, revering every scar, bumps, or ‘defect,’ whispering into your skin as he kisses the whole of your stomach. If you’re ticklish, be prepared for him to blow raspberries.
On himself, he’s fond of his hands and smile. His smile attracts people. It’s big, friendly, and bright. His hands, though often used for maiming, are delicate and graceful whenever they glide over you. They’re strong, broad, heavy, and thick. Those apply to his fingers as well.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It’s flavorful, to say the least: rather bitter with salty undertones. Most of the time, he uses condoms as he enjoys cumming inside you, but he also doesn’t want to risk pregnancy when you’re not planning for it.
It’s thick, and he loves watching it ooze out of you. Once his orgasm builds, he withdraws so only his head remains inside and pumps himself, cumming near your entrance. He’ll stroke your lower tummy, whispering how beautiful you are, singing praise after praise when you push his cum out. He’ll probably lick it up too.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He doesn’t really have a dirty secret. He’s quite open about what he likes and wants, and what he’s done. Regardless, he fantasizes watching you play and suck on a lollipop, occasionally using it to pleasure yourself, then lick your wetness off of it. But he knows that isn’t healthy. Food, as good as it is to eat, shouldn’t be going inside.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
While Tai may not be a Casanova, he knows how to pleasure someone. Oral is where his confidence lies. He can easily move your body around, sucking soft skin, dragging his tongue over wherever you need. He also has enough experience to know how much he needs to prepare you for penetrative sex. Making sure you’re stretched, lubricated, and ready is one thing he does without fail.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He isn’t picky. If he’s having fun and you’re having fun, it’s a splendid position. In doggy-style positions, he fancies the view of your hips wriggling and ass bouncing. And in missionary/right angle positions, your moaning face is a delight to see. Your legs will be held against his stomach as he’s thrusting into you, watching your breasts and mouth. He’ll occasionally open them to fondle more of you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Despite his normal, feel-good, cheerful mood, he becomes a bit serious once in the moment. That doesn’t mean he won’t laugh, joke, or smile. Because he absolutely does! But his general feel is more acute, focusing on your body, praising your mouth and skill to hell and back.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
There’s a tuft of hair down there with a little trail leading up to his belly button. It’s a sandy blond that darkens to dirty blond around his base. He doesn’t shave: it makes him feel weirdly naked. He may trim after a while, but he typically keeps it at a manageable semi-long.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
You won’t have to ask for flowers, a candlelit dinner, and soft music. One random day, you’ll open the door to all of that and more, and your smiling boyfriend holding a present. It’s a cute, new teddy he wants you to wear. After dinner, he whisks you away to the bedroom, continuing the romance for the rest of the night.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
It happens more than Tai cares to admit. A Hero’s job isn’t easy. Masturbating works excess stress off. And he gets more adrenaline boners than others. He doesn’t know why. He’s been that way since he was a teenager. In the wake of a fight, he hurries home, jumps in the shower, and relieves himself. It’s over pretty quickly. However, if you’re home, he’s very willing to receive a blowjob. You know… if you want.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He’s very vocal. Not in the constantly moaning way. He just talks a lot, worshiping and praising your body and everything you do. It’s natural to him. He only wants you to know how good you are at sucking him and how beautiful you look gasping at the sheets and how stunning your slightly teary eyes are each and every thrust.
Going off that, it may not be a kink per se, but it arouses him seeing your eyes water. It’s not sadistic. He’d hate to bring you genuine pain. It’s about seeing you so horny, captivated, passionate, and immersed in all the pleasure to the point you can’t contain it, so it comes out as tears, floods his heart in love and warmth. He’ll do anything to see you like that every time.
Some softer kinks are anal and toys. He enjoys exploring your body and finding fresh ways to have fun. Anal isn’t one he partakes in a lot because of his size. It’d take much more preparation, and he worries about hurting you.
Being a Daddy is another thing he enjoys. It’s not his primary interest, and he can certainly live without it. He just likes being a protector, a comforter, keeping you safe from the world as you cuddle on the couch. He’s open to having rules, punishments, and willing to explore the overall lifestyle.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Not only is Taishiro incredibly tall, but he’s also strong and heavy. He’s broken more than his fair share of furniture. And yes, some of that was because he was screwing his partner over a table, putting his entire weight behind each thrust. Considering this issue, he tends to stick to the bed, couch, and sometimes the bathtub (really just any place that he won’t break).
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you’re licking a popsicle, slurping the drippings, he’s interested. When you’re sucking on a lollipop, twirling your tongue around it, he’s very interested. He simply approves of you using your mouth in domestic-yet-arousing ways.
Overall, it doesn’t take much to work him up. You can just ask for sex, and he’s down. Lingerie is cute, especially if it’s a simple matching bra and panty set with some frills. It’s basic yet endearing. It also lets him appreciate your tummy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s open to trying most things once. He wants to experience something before deciding his stance on it.
Sex in public is the main one. He’s a Pro Hero. Public indecency would ruin his career. And he’s a huge guy. He can’t exactly hide. So even if he wanted to, it’d be incredibly hard to fondle each other while in public.
He won’t ever put your or his health in danger. The extreme side of BDSM (blood, CBT [not the therapy], and whips) and any sort of bodily fluid/waste are off-limits. Those hold no interest to him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Tai eats… everything. You’re no exception to his hunger. He’s a firm believer in going down on his partner. His tongue, like his fingers, is broad, thick, and heavy. Because of his size, he’s become quite proficient at giving oral to prepare others.
He starts with feather-light kisses along your thighs, getting you excited before even touching you. When you’re shaking to his liking, he removes your underwear to continue his kisses, gradually increasing in pressure. His first licks are around where you want them. Only when you’re moaning from that does he finally lick along you, pushing his tongue inside, sucking your clit in between his lips. He likes you orgasming at least once before he fingers you.
To treat him, oral cock warming is the best option. While he’s watching Tv, just plop down between his legs and keep him in your mouth, sipping on all his precum. When it’s time to move, lick under his foreskin. It causes the loudest groans.
Unlike some guys, he doesn’t like it when you gag on him. It doesn’t make him feel big. He knows he’s big. Because of that and his size, he never grabs your head. He won’t force you any lower than you choose.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He fluctuates between slow-and-hard and fast-and-flattering. Sometimes he prefers measured thrusts, taking his time pulling out, watching you stretch around him, then intensely sinking inside so hard your whole body shakes. Other times he enjoys holding your hips at the perfect angle, thrusting quick, complimenting how well you’re taking him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies don’t bother him. They happen. And he certainly won’t turn one down if you happen to get all riled up in the kitchen. Just make sure you’re someplace he won’t break.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Again, Tai will try most things at least once. And he’s game for any experimentation. If you have a new trick or toy, he’s open. But risks? He isn’t as interested. He’s a Hero. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his career for an alleyway blowjob.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
One round is his normal. He isn’t some sex god. Since he focuses so much on preparing and stretching you in the beginning, one session usually lasts a good forty to fifty minutes.
If he’s worked up over something, or it’s just a highly horny day, he can go for two rounds. That easily lasts for over an hour. You’ll definitely need some rest after that. Take three ibuprofen and relax in the bath together.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any despite enjoying them. He hasn’t been in a relationship long enough to buy sex toys together. If you have any, he’d love to incorporate them. If you want any, he’ll look for some online and surprise you with the toy one day.
He’s interested in a few BDSM toys to use on you, mostly nipple clamps, furry wrist cuffs, and a paddle with little heart cut-outs so they get imprinted on your ass. Purple is his preferred color, particularly lilac or lavender. No matter your size, skin color, and scars, purple looks downright gorgeous on you. Almost too much so because it gets him riled up and thrusting gasping-bed-creaking-and-toe-curling deep.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tai will tease you to tears. He just loves the sounds you make when you’re desperate: whining for his fingers, fussing for his mouth, begging for him to finally touch you, and, most importantly, how you cry for his dick, how you whimper when he first fills you, then your gasps from his thrusts. He can’t get enough, and he’ll do damn near anything to hear more.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
His noises are moderate in volume and perfectly handsome. His groans are deep and exciting whenever you suck him just right. Although, if talking counts, he’s on the higher end of the spectrum because his mouth just keeps on moving.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
When people are only attracted to him when he’s skinny, he feels weird. He’s not sure if it’s insecurity, uncertainty, or something else. He hardly recognizes himself when he looks in the mirror and sees a six-pack. That’s not his body. His quirk relies on fat. His body’s supposed to be fat. Those stares and giggles he receives because of his abs don’t flatter him like it may other people. He wants his partner to love his body for everything it is.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Just like the rest of him, Taishiro is big. And thick. And heavy. The corona of glans is the widest part. So much so, his foreskin has trouble retracting past it. Don’t worry. It’s not phimosis, and it doesn’t pain him in any way.
When he’s entering, his head pops inside suddenly, stretching you for his near 8-inch length. You’ll undeniably feel its weight inside you. The middle of his shaft is quite wide as well, covered in an array of veins.
Hence why foreplay is always a must. No exception. He needs to stretch you plenty and apply enough lube because it’s a lot. If it’s too painful, or you just don’t want him to push all the way inside, he understands. Halfway is more than enough for him to feel pleasure.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It fluctuates. Most of it depends on his quirk and work. If his energy/fat is depleted, so is his sex drive. His body mainly focuses on restocking what it’s lost instead of unnecessary matters. During his good weeks, it’s fairly high, especially at the beginning of your sexual relationship. It wants to get as much of you as possible in the shortest amount of time.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
While Tai has built up plenty of endurance from his career, something about sex tires him out. It could be the drained hormones and bliss-filled afterglow. It could be the gentle and loving feeling that floods him after watching you orgasm. It could be seeing you so spent and weak that he wants to do nothing but hold and protect you. It’s probably all three. After cleaning up, he loves laying down, cuddling naked while you both drift off to sleep.
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i’m recently jumped on the subby!bakugou train and i can’t help but imagine this:
when the time came for his first time with you, he thought had that shit it the bag. how hard could it be? well, turns out it ain’t what he expected. everything was going fine until it was time for you to lower on his cock. as soon as you did that, he was done for. you were so unbelievably soft and warm and tight, he lost all drive to be the one in charge. you thought there was something wrong with him for a hot minute because he was just fuckin sitting there, panting and not answering you. “Suki, do you want me to start moving?” “hmMMm” is the one time he did answer, along with him burring his head into your chest and squeezing you tighter. It’s like he was bracing for something. Adorable. Well when you did start moving, boy was he in for it. Instead of grunts and groans like you were initially expecting from such a tough guy, he was letting out moans which you have never, ever heard from him before. While you were setting the pace, you tried getting him to move away from your chest so you could see that cute face of his. Though he wasn’t budging. What you did see of his face however, was a lovely shade of pink across his cheeks, ears and even his shoulders. Poor thing was embarrassed for not being able to take control and feeling so overwhelmed already. Adorable. You just might have to give him a reward for that.
This is- my heart doki-dokied a bit too hard and I was ready to combust (´,,•ω•,,)♡
You guys have been dating for some time, but you don’t really remember how long, not that it would matter.
He came to you out of the blue, nervous and trying not to make eye contact with you while having a cute blush on his cheeks. But you didn’t point it out or ask him about it, knowing it’ll just scare him off and have him ‘forget’ what he wanted to ask or say.
“I’m ready” is all he said before getting up and going to your shared bedroom.
You remember how your friends made a scandal about you guys living together and sharing a bed but never having sex. Not because they’re religious or anything, but more because they didn’t understand why you guys weren’t getting it on with one of the hottest proheroes in the country, unless he had erectile dysfunction.
Let’s just say the ruckus and mockery was enough to make you begin ignoring them. Maybe they had good intentions, but they’ve done a horrible job actually caring. You’re sure they just wanted the juicy details to get themselves off of.
Meanwhile, Bakugou’s lady friends, Mina and Jirou, were much nicer with the information, trying to not have you be discouraged with how long Bakugou’s taking with having sex with you, even if you later clarified that you’re not bothered by it, but you’re glad they care about your emotional wellbeing (?) Well, only Mina kind of confuses you sometimes, but she went to lengths to make you a cheer-up box. Really was just a box full of nice snacks that you hid from Bakugou before he pouts snarls about how he can make better snacks.
You feel a bit shy, suddenly bare on top of him after being fingered well enough to take his thickness. The blond, on the other hand, is sporting a smirk, one full of impatience yet pride, wanting to hear you moan and whine like you did moments ago. He’ll be the one making you cry tonight, making you beg for him and cry out his name loud enough to alert the neighbors about who is railing you.
Even if you both spoke about dynamics and such, you both also agreed that it didn’t matter how the first time went, as long as you both enjoy yourselves.
But boy oh boy was Bakugou thrown into a horny loop.
The moment you sink down on him, he feels you clench hard around his suddenly hypersensitive dick, he feels his gut being punched quite deeply and his thighs quiver, whether in anticipation, impatience or overstimulation.
But how could he already feel overstimulated?
He doesn’t really, but he can’t put a finger on how or what he’s feeling, not when all you keep doing is clenching and sucking more and more of him deep inside you, small pants leaving your mouth as you adjust being enough to make him realize that he can’t… move.
He’s not frozen in fear or shame, but he suddenly forgot how to move.
As if you’re sucking his knowledge of how to sex out from his dick.
God, why did you feel so good? Not even his not-so-secret fleshlight satisfied him enough like this.
Heck, he’s not even a virgin! But he sure does feel like one again.
Once you are ready, you ask him “You gonna move?” in such a sweet tone, in such a soft tone, Bakugou barely gets to remember how to answer properly.
So a hum of confirmation is the only thing you hear from him before you feel how his hips oddly move, as if simply trying to reach more in you. And if you hear his voice crack a little, you don’t say anything at all.
You wait for a bit but his hips really don’t do anything, but they keep twitching. So you tighten your grip on his shoulders and begin to grind slowly, feeling how he slides out a little and then slides back in perfectly.
Bakugou shudders as you keep doing that, his eyes focused on your chest before leaning in, burying his face in your skin as his arms wrap around your waist now, holding you not too tight but tight enough to somewhat ground him back into reality.
How pathetic! All of his sexual prowess and experience, his dominance, completely gone as you begin bouncing on his lap, pulling gasps of your names and cute moans from the depths of his throat.
You were ready to listen to his groans, his grunts, his growls, the usual sounds he makes whenever you come home early and eavesdrop his fleshlight moment, the way he lowly moans your name and compliments how well you’re riding him always haunting you to sleep, making you wish the day you both have sex come sooner.
And now that that day has come, you’re engraving his airy whines, his rising-in-pitch moans, his gasps of surprise whenever you clench rather tightly around him. And you’ve decided that from now on, it’ll be your lifelong mission to have him make those noises everyday, any way.
Whether you’re sucking his dick underneath the covers or stroking him while he’s playing some co-op game with his friends online.
You call for him in between your own much-lower-pitched moans, trying to pull your chest away to look deep into his eyes but instead being pulled in closer, making you feel the vibrations of his sounds against your heart.
So you look down, trying to figure out how to pull him off. Then you see how pink his shoulders look, making you wonder if that’s because of you or something else. And when you somehow change your angle, you catch the side of his face completely pinkish-red, making you giggle as you go even faster, fucking him hard enough until he’s choking on his calls of your name, lifting his head enough to reveal his eyes as he silently tells you how close he is, how he wants to cum.
You don’t know this, can’t even guess, not when you feel him pulling you down harder, small squeaks interrupting his whines.
How can this man be so adorable? Such a powerful being, one once praised as if a god, suddenly being a mere moaning mess under you while you bring him closer and closer to his euphoria, to his sweet, sweet satisfaction.
You smile once he cums, holding him close as you slow down, milking him as he makes cute noises close to being punched repeatedly in the gut.
You’re definitely taking the reigns from here on out, and if he wants to fuck you, it’ll be by your orders.
“Baby boy~”
And Bakugou silently nods, shivering at the name and peeping out the tiniest moan of “yes”, as if awaiting your next command.
“I didn’t cum yet.”
And you didn’t have to say it twice, not when he’s trying so hard to properly use his hips to fuck up into you, making the bed squeak inconsistently.
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you’re so golden (corpse x reader)
Summary: You’re a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?
Authors note: Part 3 whoop! I havent written fic in 3 years so Im hoping this is okay. Its about 4000 words, super long, sorry. I also dont play Among Us, but hopefully its not too obvious. Lemme know what you think!
You're nervous, though you aren’t quite sure why. The kind of nervousness that spreads to your feet, causing you to tap your toes against the side of your sofa.
Call you in 15.
You look at the message again, staring at it till the screen goes blurry. Rubbing your eyes you exhale into the emptiness of your apartment; a feeble attempt at calming yourself down.
Logically it’s stupid to be nervous over a phone call. Logically you know that in the grand scheme of the universe, there are bigger things at hand. But you’re not a logical person, never have been. You’re all heart and emotion, both a blessing and a curse. There’s something intimate about a phone call, to have nothing but someone’s voice on the other end of the phone, talking to you and only you. It was a little scary; to think your purely online friendship with Corpse was going to be taken to a different level. You’re excited to think what that could mean.
“Fucking get it together,” you mutter to no-one as you exhale again, because there’s nothing else to do other than to wait and try to breath. There’s this frantic energy about you; like when you eat fizzy sweets, the flavour buzzing on your tongue. Your ancestors used to hunt wolves and here you were nervous over a single phone call.
The silence in your apartment’s too much now; too noisy. You grab your TV remote, clicking onto Spotify to find something. You’re scrolling so much, none of the artists feeling quite right for the moment before settling on Sufjan Stevens.
The dulcet tones fill the space, and for a brief second, you feel fine. You’re feeling relaxed and then your phone lights up.
Incoming Facetime Audio
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you say. Your face feels warm, your heart quickens in your chest. You could just ignore it, say you’re not feeling too good and that would be that, you wouldn’t have to do this. But it’s Corpse, you like Corpse and you’re kind of friends.
You swipe to accept the call, and press the button for speaker.
“Hey,” you say, cringing at the meek tone your voice has taken on.
“Hey,” Corpse’s deep voice rumbles through your tiny speaker, distorting slightly and you press the volume button to turn it down a little.
There’s a beat of silence, a beat too long, and you already hate how awkward this is. You’re not great at social stuff, the concept of being a social butterfly is almost foreign to you. And it’s not because you dislike people, it’s just you hate this; the small talk, the awkwardness before you get comfortable and can hold an actual conversation.
You suddenly remember a tip from your customer service days. “How are you?” you ask, plastering on a grin so wide that it must look borderline demented. Thank god you’re single.
“I’m okay thanks, how are you?” he asks.
You lounge back against the soft cushions of the sofa, lifting the phone up to your mouth as you do so. “I’m good, excited to be taught by the Among Us master.”
He snorts in disdain. “Hardly a master.”
You chew your lip before you speak again, “I dunno, people on the internet think you’re pretty good.”
He snorts again, and you smile at the sound. It’s not something you’ve heard from him before, through your hours of watching his streams, you’ve become accustomed to his voice and the noises he makes. But this one seems to be new. And maybe it’s the weird, selfish part of you that likes to think he’s only ever made that sound for you. You shake the thought out of your head, because really? Getting happy over a snort is really such a ridiculous thing to do.
“People on the internet say a lot of things.”
“True, but sometimes they speak the truth,” you reply, moving to get more comfortable; tucking your feet under your thighs. You wonder what he’s doing right now as he talks to you, is he sitting down? Or is he lying on his bed; his head propped up with pillows? There’s a brief flash of yearning, of wanting to be there in the same room as him, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared so you ignore it.
“Hm. We’ll agree to disagree.”
“Okay, you’re the boss Mr Husband.”
He chuckles softly, and again, you smile. You can feel yourself getting annoyed with yourself; you’re acting like a child with a crush; smiling at the phone. All you needed now was a notebook that had Mrs YN Husband written all over it.
“You know if you keep calling me that, we’re gonna have to get married,” he says, his voice a little lower than it was before. You blink and cock your head to the side, looking at an imaginary camera like you’re in The Office. Did you say that out loud? Is he...flirting with you? Sure, you’re flirty over Twitter, but it’s Twitter, Twitter isn’t real. There’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mere prospect that he might actually be flirting with you.
“I’d be the best wife you could ever get,” you shoot back. There’s a brief second of silence before he answers, and you can hear shuffling on the other end. You want to ask what he’s doing, but you know it would break the conversation, and you’re curious to see where this goes.
“Oh really? And why’s that?” he asks, and you can picture the smirk in his voice. You have no idea what he looks like, no real care about it either, but you bet he’s got a beautiful smile. You bite your tongue before it tells him this, for once your brain actually works and stops you from making a fool out of yourself. It’s incredibly strange, how quickly he puts you at ease without a try, he’s just so naturally comforting. He’s not this flashy persona, he’s just a guy who likes to play video games and happens to be kinda good at them. And also has a voice that is literally like chocolate. Not just chocolate; dark chocolate. If dark chocolate could talk, it would sound like Corpse.
“Cos your girl can cook,” you say proudly, puffing out your chest a little. And that’s not a lie, you can cook. Okay, you’re not a Michelin starred chef, but you feel quite confident in the fact that Gordon Ramsey could eat your food, and probably (hopefully) wouldn’t scream that it was “fucking raw”.
“And what would you cook for me?” he asks.
You hum in thought for a second. “You’ll have to marry me first to find that out.”
He laughs, a proper laugh that settles in your stomach, spreading warmth through your chest. “I’ll think about it. I can hear music, what are you listening to?”
You straighten up a little, the question catching you off guard. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at the song that’s playing. It’s not his type of music, you’re almost positive about that. You almost don’t want to tell him out of embarrassment. You’re not sure why you feel embarrassed; you know Corpse isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make fun of you. But music is so personal to you, so personal, it’s like baring a piece of your soul; which sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true.
“Uhhh...It’s called Make out in My Car by Sufjan Stevens,” you reply.
He hums in affirmation. “It sounds nice; from what I can hear.”
“I can turn it up?” you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.
“You could always sing some for me,” he offers.
You laugh a little, scrunching up your nose. “And why would I do that?”
“I thought you wanted to get married. You have to woo me,” he replies.
“Woo you?” you ask, your tone incredulous. This isn’t how you pictured the conversation going.
“Yeah. Woo me, yn.” he says, dragging out the “o” causing you to laugh again.
You sigh dramatically. “I haven’t warmed up or anything, it’s gonna sound so bad” you warn as you put the song to the beginning.
“I’m sure you sound great. Go ahead, woo me.”
You shake your head as you softly sing. “I'm not trying to go to bed with you, I just wanna make out in my car. And though I'm dying to fall in love with you, I just wanna make out in my car”. You stop and you’re suddenly very aware that you have essentially just serenaded him. Good going, brain.
It’s silent for a beat too long, and the smile that graced your lips starts to fade as the embarrassment starts to set in.
“Well now we definitely have to get married,” he affirms. And there’s that fluttery feeling again.
You swallow, moving the conversation swiftly onto Among Us. You grab your laptop that was next to you, humming in acknowledgement as he walks you through downloading it.
“So there’s a few of us joining us tonight, it should be really fun.”
“Oh. It’s not just us two?” you ask. You focus on the download, watching the number increase. You’re nervous at the prospect of playing with other people, strangers, for the first time.
“No, it’s a 4 player minimum. We’re going to stream as well.”
“Corpse…” you start. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails, a habit you do whenever you get really anxious. This was meant to just be a cute moment where you learnt how to play a game, not a big event where people would be actually watching you, judging your every move.
“We’re going to do a few games off stream with you, you don’t need to be there for the stream after if you don’t want to,” he interrupts.
“Okay,” you trail off, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. You feel a little better, but not by much. You didn’t know who the other people were, what if they hated you? You ask this out loud.
“I’ll be there. You know Rae and Sykkuno. Felix, Sean and Toast will be there but they’re super nice, I promise.” His voice is sincere, and it soothes you. You don’t know him, not really know him, but you trust Corpse. You know he has his own struggles, and you believe his promise; he wouldn’t screw you over or put you in a situation you were uncomfortable with.
The rest of the call is him taking you through how to play and how to set up something called Proximity Chat so everyone can talk to each other in the game. He says it’s easier once you actually play, and it doesn’t sound particularly hard quite honestly, you just hope you don’t get imposter on the first try because you’re not the greatest liar.
The game screen pops up, and you type in the code that Corpse gives you. You say goodbye to Corpse, who tells you to text him if you need any help. You drop into the game lobby, and you look at the little astronaut. There’s no time to dwell as a cacophony of voices hits you.
“YN!” Rae screeches and you chuckle at her enthusiasm. You’ve known Rae for a few years now, you met at college and had become fast friends. Though you had many different interests - gaming for one, you considered her your best friend. Rae was the type of friend where you didn’t need to talk every single day, you could message her a week later and it would be like no time had passed at all. And you loved that, sometimes you just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Sometimes your mood wasn’t the best, and you needed a little time to recharge. And she understood that, something that you were eternally grateful for.
“Raebies!” you screech back, using your “pet” name for her.
“I’ve been trying to get you to play forever. But Mr Smooth Operator over there slides into your DMs and suddenly you’re a gamer now?”
“It sounds so sordid when you say it like that,” you reply.
“Hi yn! Glad to see you playing with us,” Sykkuno says. You greet him and the others, making sure to say hi to everyone in the game. You didn’t want to start off by being accidentally rude. You listen as everyone talks amongst each other, and you talk when spoken to, but you aren’t interjecting. It wasn’t anything against the other players, it was just a little overwhelming, and you were figuring out what everyone was like.
“Hello,” Corpse’s voice interrupts your train of thought and you greet him along with everyone else.
“Aw, I wanted purple,” you say, frowning at Corpse’s name above the astronaut.
“We can switch,” he replies.
“No it’s o -” you start to speak before you realise he’s already switched to white. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You smile as you switch to purple, and you decide to add a flower for a little pizzazz.
“It’s your first game, I’ll kill you if I get imposter so it’ll even out,” he jokes and everyone laughs. The countdown begins and you puff your cheeks out, exhaling as it gets to 1. You’re nervous again, a seemingly common theme of the night. Your shoulders relax as the word CREWMATE flashes across the screen.
You watch as everyone but Corpse disperses from the cafeteria with haste, and you look at the keyboard to press the buttons to move.
“You ever see an old person text? That’s how I’m picturing you right now,” Corpse says as you walk together to Weapons.
“Shut up Sonny,” you reply in your best old woman voice, getting a laugh. You open up the task, shooting the Asteroids with ease. “Yay, I completed a task!”
“Good job,” Corpse replies, and you beam at the praise. You move down to o2, doing your task while Corpse does his.
“Wait, you could be imposter right? How would I know?” you ask as you walk together to Navigation.
“You wouldn’t, you just have to trust me,” he says, his voice full of charm.
You scowl. “Well that just makes me not want to trust you.”
Before he replies, there’s a blaring alarm. DEAD BODY REPORTED. You blink at the suddenness; you were really enjoying the relaxing pace of the game. You look at the screen; Felix has been killed.
“Who found the body?” Corpse asks.
“I did,” Rae answers. “I was in admin, and was going to lower engine and it was there in storage.”
“If you were in admin, why didn’t you go up through Cafeteria?” Toast asks.
“Because it’s quicker to go through storage,” Rae replies. They argue between themselves, and you listen intently and silently. It’s a lot of information, you can’t tell whose lying, but you guess that’s what makes a good player.
“Where were you yn?” Sean quizzes, and it takes you a second to realise you’re being spoken to.
“Oh. I was in um o2?”
“You don’t sound too sure there, pretty sus,” he says. Your face heats up a little, you’re not the imposter, but it feels like you are.
“She was in o2 and then we went to Navigation,” Corpse answers, and you breathe out as he takes on the interrogation.
“Oh you were together?” Rae asks, and you know that tone she’s got. It’s the tone that says she’ll be messaging you right away.
“Well yeah, it’s her first game, I’m not gonna leave her alone,” he says and you smile at that.
“Yeah we’ve been together the whole time,” you add and it’s left at that. No-one votes anyone out, since no-ones really too suspicious. You carry on the game, and you find yourself really enjoying it, though the questioning part is kind of stressful. You can see why Corpse likes it so much, it’s really fun. You’re in electrical, humming as you do your task when Rae comes next to you.
“Hey,” you greet her.
“I’m sorry, nothing personal,” she replies. Before you have a chance to say a word, she kills you and you look on in shock as your ghost floats above your body. You listen into the meeting as Rae continues to lie and plead her case. She’s good, but Corpse knows better.
“Wait, you said you found her in electrical and you were where?”
“I was in Upper Engine, and then I went to electrical to do my task,” Rae answers, her voice even and calm.
“I was in Lower Engine, and I didn’t see you,” Corpse says, and you grin at the fact Rae’s been found out. That’s what she gets for killing you.
“You were doing your task, I passed right by you,” Rae starts. She pleads her case, but it’s too late and she’s voted out.
“That was so much fun!” you declare. “I can see why you guys play it all the time.”
“Yes! We have converted another!” Felix shouts in victory.
“And all it took was Corpse,” Rae mutters sarcastically.
“Don’t get bitter Rachel, just get better,” you reply, causing the group to laugh.
You get the hang of it after a few games, and find yourself agreeing to stay while the others stream, though you decide against it yourself. You’ve only streamed once by yourself, and it was a very casual affair and you don’t want to feel too much pressure while you enjoy yourself. You know that Corpse gets nervous when he streams and he’s been doing it for so much longer, so you can only imagine how nervous you would be.
You tap your fingernails against the keyboard as the lobby counts down, any previous nerves have been replaced with excitement.
IMPOSTER flashes across. You’re the only one, your astronaut looks lonely on the screen by itself, and the red letters almost taunt you.
“Shit,” you mutter as your brain goes into overdrive. What was it Corpse had said before? Not to be too obvious. You don’t kill immediately, instead going at your previous pace to not look too suspicious. You were still fairly new to the game, and you were going to use that to your advantage.
You fake your task in Cafeteria before venting over to Navigation where Toast was.
“Hi Toast!” you greet, coming to stand next to him as you pretend you’re doing the task.
“Oh hey yn,” he says. It doesn’t seem like he suspects you, and you’re not quite sure when to click the Kill button. You do it anyway before running out and going down and into shields. There’s adrenaline running through you as the dead body’s reported and you crack your knuckles before putting on your game face. You were going to play dumb, play the confused newbie - because to them, that’s what you were.
“YN, where were you?” Corpse asks. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t going to get away with this.
You twiddle your hair as you draw out your words, playing the role perfectly. “Uhm I was in...shields? I think that’s what it’s called. I was in the cafeteria before that though.”
“Wait, you couldn’t have, I was in weapons. I would have seen you,” Sykkuno says.
You open your mouth to talk. “She could have vented,” Felix comments, and the rest of the group starts to agree.
“Guys, I don’t even know what venting is. I literally just started playing,” you point out, giggling.
“That’s true,” Rae agrees and you knew there was a reason you loved her.
“Bullshit! She’s playing you with her “oh I don’t know how to play” schtick,” Felix proclaims.
“Aw, that’s kind of rude, Felix. I’m just enjoying the game, doing the tasks,” you say, pouting a little. He’s the next on your list.
Everyone skips the vote and you lean over your laptop, ready for the next round. You were going to win this. You kill Rae and Toast next, and yet again, manage to worm your way out of any suspicion. You can sense that Corpse and Felix are starting to get suspicious of you, and you know you need to bring out the big guns to throw them off.
You catch Sykkuno in Med Bay after checking the cams in Security.
“Hi yn!” he greets, and you almost feel guilty as you kill him. He’s so sweet and innocent, but unfortunately, casualties are a given. You pass Felix as he comes out of reactor and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk your way out of this one again.
“I passed yn as I came out of reactor,” Felix shouts with a hint of glee.
You roll your eyes; this is going to be tough. “Yeah I came from Upper Engine, I was finishing part 2 of a task.”
“I was in Electrical, where was the body?” Corpse asks.
“Med Bay. And the only one that could’ve been there was yn,” Felix starts.
“Well no, you could have passed me and killed Sykkuno then self reported,” you reply. “I think you can do that right?”
Corpse hums in agreement. “Oh come on! She’s being really sus,” Felix argues.
“You are being a little sus yn,” Corpse comments.
“Corpse. You don’t really think it’s me do you?” You decide to lower your voice a little, your tone sweet but sultry. “You only taught me like an hour ago, there’s no way I’d be able to fool everybody so quickly.” You get close to the mic so it’s like you’re speaking only to Corpse. “Remember what I said? You’re a master at this.” You’re laying it on thick, and for a brief second you think you’ve been too over the top.
“This is difficult,” Corpse says, and you see the seconds count down, your heartbeat starts to quicken.
“Corpse, stop being a fucking simp and vote her out!” Felix demands.
“Corpsie baby,” you drawl out and you smile in success as you hear him sigh, almost shakily. You’ve got this in the bag. The victory screen flashes up and you cheer.
“Fuck yeah!” you shout, patting yourself on the back. You laugh as you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Good game yn!” Sykkuno comments, the others agreeing.
“Not fair, you used your womanly wiles against Corpse,” Felix says.
“Gotta use them for something. Not my fault Corpse knows where his allegiance lies,” you reply laughing a little.
You stretch, your back crying out in pain from being hunched over so long. You let out a long, loud moan of relief as you straighten your spine, your shoulders relaxing as you move from side to side.
“Your mic’s not muted” Corpse points out, clearing his throat. You feel your stomach drop and your face instantly becomes hot. Shit.
“Oh. Uh. I totally forgot about that,” you say, forcing out a chuckle. You screw your eyes shut, any happiness has been now replaced by red hot shame. “So this was fun, uh, really fun, but um, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go. So...yeah. Bye guys, have fun!”
You click to exit without giving anyone a chance to say a word, and drop your head into your hands.
“Can’t wait to see what they say on Twitter about this,” you mutter into your hands.
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