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Sarys for @potionio 's Guild Amakiir

Name: Sarys Euphori (chaotic neutral) Prns: She/they Class: Druid, multiclass rogue! Sarys has got into many tussle and drunken fights over recent years, being kicked out of village after village for her 'bad luck' and looking for the next coin- what they really need is a team or family to give them something to stand for... and stop swaying. Likes: potion experimenting, small animal (rats, ferrets etc) Dislikes: uptight people, ranged fighting (boring) Favourite spell/move: Primal savagery

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[chiimeraangel]

thank fucking god for hot chocolate!!!!

[storybounded]

Hi yes. Hi. I love my baby boy. My ray of sunshine. The goodest boy. Scott has almost been with me for a decade. My longest running OC ever. Even though I'm slower than molasses to get his carrd in usable shape, I'm so excited to throw him at ya'll.

[linawritesocs]

it's time to show which oc of mine i actually ship with rollo, haha >:D so at first i just made a joke about rollo being similar to komaeda but then i went "omg.. so what if seth x rollo.. but as komahina.."

and here they are! AND THEY LOOK REALLY GOOD ACTUALLY?? especially seth, like wow.. he really looks like a cool protag..

also their height difference is supposed to be much bigger actually but at least it's not as bad as hayden and rollo's

[aemondsbabe]

Give Me an O!

summary: billy walks in on you in a bit of a compromising situation, and you finally go after what you want

pairing: billy hargrove x cheerleader!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, reader is very flexible, minor injury it's fine, piv sex, unprotected sex oopsy daisy, public sex technically, hand over mouth, fingering, breast/nipple play if you blink, dirty talk, reader's hair is long enough that she can have a ponytail but no other physical descriptors are used, billy is a himbo, steve harrington cameo

word count: 5k

a/n: finally getting around to a request from @sweetshifter! thank you for the idea bby & i hope ya enjoy! also, my first time writing for stranger things! yay! images in the header are for aesthetic purposes only!

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“You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Your best friend asks as she slings her gym bag over her shoulder, “I don’t mind staying a couple minutes.”

“Nah,” you shrug, still panting a little from practice as you lean to the side with a little sigh, stretching down toward your leg, “You go on, I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

“Alright, cool,” she chirps, glossy lips flicking up into that sincere, beaming smile that had become her signature, “Bye!” She calls over her shoulder as she turns, white tennis shoes thumping against the shiny wooden floor as your name echoes around the gym. 

“Bye, Chrissy!” You reply with a smile, glancing up as the heavy metal doors at the side of the room click closed, leaving you alone for the time being. 

With a tired huff, you check your watch, one that matched Chrissy’s exactly – gold with a baby pink face. You’d gotten them at the mall last summer, a joint birthday present. 

4:34pm.

A sigh leaves your lips as you lunge forward, hands planted firmly on your hips as you try to ignore the slight burn in your thigh. So, that’s… like, forty-five minutes until basketball practice starts, you think, eyes pointed up at the white metal ceiling as you do mental math, trying to figure out exactly how long you’ll have to work on your stretches. 

Deciding to give yourself a few more minutes before calling it a day, you breathe out steadily through your pursed lips as you switch sides and lunge forward again, savoring the light burn in your calf. After a fifteen second count, you move onto your hands and knees, needing to stretch out your back. 

You hum softly under your breath, one hand planted firmly against the blue tumbling mat beneath you as the other reaches back and grabs onto one of your ankles, your limbs forming a graceful arch above you. A small grunt leaves you as you pull your leg up as high as you can, before dropping it down and reaching back with your other hand to do the other side. Mid-pose, you swear you hear one of the gym doors click open, the one out to the hallway with the locker rooms and various storage closets judging by the direction, but you’re so focused on holding your pose, you honestly can’t be sure. 

Huffing, you decide to just ignore it – Probably just the janitor or something, you think, keeping your eyes focused, once again, on the white metal ceiling as you roll over onto your back. 

Breathing steadily, you let your eyes slip closed as you press both legs together before slowly lifting them up, using your hands and elbows to support your back as you lift onto your shoulders. Wincing slightly at the twinge of pain from your left one, you work through it, trying to keep your breath steady. As your green and gold cheer skirt pools at your waist, you silently pray that if it is a janitor, that it’s at least not the creepy one.

Slowly but surely, you work both legs up and over your head until the tips of your white sneakers press into the mat, your arms planted firmly onto the floor for support. 

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, you count silently, breathing a little shakily as you focus on balancing… and on ignoring your shoulder. 

Suddenly, a loud wolf-whistle cuts through the silence of the gym, punctuated by a few slow claps and the heavy footsteps of someone walking across the wooden gym floor. 

“Aah!” You squeak as you topple to the side, concentration thoroughly broken. Huffing, you prop yourself up on one elbow as your head snaps up, eyes already narrowed into an irritated glare. Upon seeing who it is, you can’t help but sneer.

“Can I help you, Hargrove?” You sigh, exasperated, rolling your eyes as you angle both legs out in a side split, determined to get through your stretches even with the added annoyance of Billy’s presence.

“Just admiring the view, princess,” he drawls, blue eyes trailing up the length of each of your spread legs in a way that makes your cheeks flush, “You’re real good at that, aren’t you?” He questions, plump lips quirked up into that signature, flirtatious smirk. 

“Good at what?” You ask, brows furrowing as you bend over to the left, easily grasping the toe of your tennis shoe as the muscles in your legs stretch into a taut, familiar ache. 

He chuckles at that, hands on his hips as he studies you, the spicy, woodsy smell of his cologne filling the space around you. He cocks his head to the side, pearly white teeth flashing every few seconds as he chews a piece of gum. 

“Stretching,” he all but purrs, golden curls blowing slightly from the large fans that hum loudly on the ceiling. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he ogles at you, watching carefully as you bend to the right, “I bet it’d be really easy to just fold you up like a pretzel, huh, sweets?” 

With a sigh, you finally let yourself relax for a moment and tilt your head up to look at the boy as you lean back on your hands, your ponytail swishing across your shoulder blades as you do. 

“In your dreams, Billy,” you murmur, trying to keep the expression on your face plaid, wholly uninterested, which is easier said than done. 

You don’t like Billy, and you’re very quick to correct anyone who says you do, even if it is just friendly teasing. But, well, there’s something about him that just draws people into his orbit – charisma combined with a certain mystique. You knew from talking to the girls in the locker room that he was a lady’s man, and a player, but from how they all talked about him, there appeared to be something more there, some hidden layer that no one had been able to crack yet. He’s different from the other boys in Hawkins, no small town charm to hide behind. 

Plus, come on, he’s gorgeous. You might not be Billy’s biggest fan but you have eyes. 

“Damn right, in my dreams,” he murmurs, pulling you from your thoughts as he draws out every syllable of your name in a low, husky tone, familiar smirk playing at his lips like always. 

Cocking your head, you narrow your eyes as you peer up at him, “Aren’t you going out with Amber now?”

“Wouldn’t exactly call it going out…,” he answers as he bends down on one knee to retie the laces of his shoe, shooting you a little wink as he does so. 

“Does Amber know that?”

He pauses at that, a little huff of laughter bubbling up from his chest as he fixes you with a grin that is much too self-satisfied for your liking. “Now, princess,” he starts slowly, blue eyes narrowing at you playfully as he rests a forearm across his knee, “Why do you care so much about what I’m doing with Amber?”

“She’s my friend, Billy,” you say, sitting up a little more, the chill from the AC units making the hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end. 

“So, it’s definitely not because you’re, I dunno, jealous or anything?”

“No!” You cringe inwardly as you say it, too quick and too defensive and just what the blue eyed boy had been hoping for, judging by the smug grin plastered on his face. 

This is how it’s been between the two of you for months now, ever since his stupid Camaro had rumbled into the school’s parking lot way back in August. Since then, it’s been a whirlwind of teasing jokes, sitting through History class after History class as you feel those blue eyes practically boring a hole in the back of your head, and somehow mustering up the willpower to dodge his advances. 

In the nearly three months since his arrival, Billy had managed to charm his way through at least a handful of girls, maybe more depending on which rumors you listen to, but you are determined not to fall for it, not to be just another notch on his bedpost. 

Which would be a lot easier if he’d leave you the hell alone. 

Flustered, you pull your knees up, tucking your chin over top of them as your arms wrap around your calves, silently rolling your eyes as Billy drops to the blue tumbling mat, rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh, making it clear to you that he was here to stay. 

“Why’re you here so early, anyway?” You question, glancing at your watch once more, “Basketball practice isn’t for, like, another half hour.” 

“Had to drop my stupid step-sister off at some trash arcade,” he grunts, annoyed, “Didn’t wanna waste the gas to go all the way home, plus…,” he pauses, tilting his head to the side to slyly grin at you once more, “I figured I might get here early enough to catch the end of cheer practice.” 

“Creep,” you scoff, much more playfully than you’d intended to. 

The two of you fall into a, surprisingly, comfortable beat of silence. You let your eyes trail over Billy as his own droop shut, one arm propped behind his head as he lazes on the gym mat, jaw clenching every so often as he works the gum in his mouth. You start at his feet, taking in the faded black canvas material of his Converse before you let your eyes roam up his long, tanned, muscular legs. Finally, you reach the familiar dark green shade of his school-branded shorts and your eyes wander up the expanse of his stomach and chest, covered by the grey t-shirt he wears, the familiar eyes of Hawkins High’s tiger mascot staring blankly into your own. 

You nearly gasp as your eyes trail up to his face again, only to find his steely eyes already looking at you, a knowing smirk etched into his face as you feel the apples of your cheeks flush. 

“It’s rude to stare, princess,” Billy drawls, catching you red handed.

“And it’s not rude to perv on me stretching?” 

“Never said it wasn’t,” he shrugs with a little chuckle, sitting up and resting one forearm on a bent knee. You merely roll your eyes as he studies you for a second, the blush on your cheeks deepening enough that you can feel the slight tingle of blood rushing under the surface. 

“Whatever,” you sigh, shaking your head as you stretch your legs out in front of you again. You stretch forward again, letting out a breath as you grab at your ankles and try to ignore the way Billy sits up, propping his forearm up on a bent knee. 

“Could you, like, put your legs behind your head and all that?” 

“Probably,” you say with a little eye roll. 

“Will you?”

“Not for you!” 

The two of you carry on like that for a moment longer — you working through various stretches and familiar yoga poses as Billy seems overly curious about each one, questioning if you can twist into all kinds of poses. 

“Can you do a handstand and do the splits?” He questions, grinning when you groan in frustration, eyes trailing up your long legs to the bottom of your short cheer skirt. 

With a huff, you stand with one hand on your hip, the other pinching at the bridge of your nose as Billy’s incessant questions throw you off the silent count in your head again.

“Did you want something or are you just trying fuck me over?” 

“Mmm, close, princess,” the blond teases, earning another glare from you. Playfully, he holds his hands up in surrender, “You’re single, aren’t you?” He asks, smirking triumphantly at the way you balk.

“I’m not talking about this with you, Hargrove.”

His smirk widens when you don’t deny it, blue eyes darkening as they travel over the length of your body once more. “Look, all I’m saying is that the guys talk in the locker room and… well, I can’t help but notice that your pretty name just doesn’t come up.”

“Maybe I have better things to do than put out for you assholes,” you smirk, quickly stretching out your problem shoulder before kneeling back on the tumbling mat, meaning to finish up with a couple quick pushups.

Undeterred, Billy merely matches your smirk with one of his own, watching as you kneel next to him. “Just come with me to Harrington’s Halloween party next weekend, sweetness,” he offers, his voice a low rumble, “Come on, a couple hours, some drinks. Hell, I’ll even dress up with you, whatever you want.”

“Hmm,” you hum, taking a second to tighten your ponytail as you shoot him a playful little smile, “Whatever I want, huh?” 

“Name it,” he says lowly, watching appreciatively as you get on all fours. 

“Okay, how about…,” you stall, drawing out your words as you extend your legs behind you, grunting softly as your shoulder zings with pain once more, “Willie and Indiana Jo– Ah!” You cut yourself off, exclaiming in pain as you land with a small thud on the mat, wincing. 

“Whoa, hey,” Billy says softly, scrambling onto his knees, brows furrowed as he gingerly helps you roll over onto your back, “You okay?”

You nod, glancing away with a little embarrassed huff as you rub at your shoulder. “Yeah, it’s nothing. I just probably sprained it earlier during practice or something.”

“Lemme take a look at it,” he says, offering a hand to help you up.

Not expecting such chivalrous behavior from Hargrove of all people, you only nod dumbly and let him pull you up off the mat, chest heaving.

“Here,” he murmurs, gently nudging at your arm until you turn your back to him. You can hear the tumbling mat crinkle as he steps closer to you, the warmth from his chest practically radiating through his t-shirt as the spicy musk of his cologne seems to envelope you once again. 

“You better not be using this as an excuse to feel me up,” you warn, albeit playfully, pulling your ponytail over the opposite shoulder. 

“In your dreams,” he teases, goosebumps peppering your skin from the low way he says your name and from the gentle brush of his fingers over the back of your arm as they trail their way up to your shoulder. 

He’s silent for a moment, carefully pressing warm, slightly rough fingers against your skin, watching until you wince just slightly when he pokes at your shoulder blade. “That’s where it hurts?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, lips parting ever so slightly as he kneads around the area. You can practically feel him smirking when you sigh a moment later, his fingers working perfectly over the sore muscle as his other hand anchors itself at your hip, “You’re… actually, like, really good at this,” you murmur with a little laugh, needing to find some way to break the silence. 

“My mom is – was, she was a masseuse, back when we lived in Cali,” Billy explains, leaning in closer, his lips all but brushing against your ear as he speaks softly, like he’s telling you some deep, dark secret, “I might’ve looked at one or two of her books.” 

“Really?” You ask, brows furrowing as you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Sue me, I was thirteen and they had nudes in ‘em,” he chuckles, biting into his bottom lip when your breathy laugh morphs into a moan when he presses just right against your shoulder. The fingers of his other hand tighten on your hip as he pulls you back against him, his lips just barely grazing over the crook of your neck, “But I still picked up a thing or two.”

“Clearly,” you breathe, brows tugging together as you tilt your head to the side, an open invitation. The blond doesn’t need any more convincing and you let your eyes flutter shut as his lips descend upon your neck, pressing hot kisses against the sensitive skin. 

The rise and fall of your chest grows shallow as the two of you seem to lose yourselves; you gasp as the hand on your hip trails down over your thigh, until Billy can drag the tips of his fingers beneath the white and gold hem of your pleated skirt just as the hand on your shoulder begins slowly moving around your ribs, to your front. Despite the AC units humming away, you can’t help but feel flush as he presses himself against you, already half-hard against the small of your back. 

With a gasp, you jerk away from him at the sound of a door opening and closing in the hallway, muffled voices and laughter filtering in through the closed doors of the gym. 

“Dammit,” Billy mumbles behind you as he quickly glances at the clock hanging above one of the exits, sighing disappointedly when he sees the time – fifteen minutes until practice. 

Deciding to finally give in to the wants you’ve been harboring for months, you grab one of his hands and playfully bite your lip, nodding to one of the sets of gym doors, “Follow me.” 

Smirking, he follows behind you as you quickly make your way to the doors, both of you pausing for a second to make sure the coast is clear before you bolt down the hallway. A second later, you’re pushing Billy through a door into a random classroom.

“This is the old Health room,” you explain, gasping as he turns and presses you against the old door, the metal of it cool against your back as you quickly scan over the empty room, dim other than the early evening light spilling in through the thin slats of the blinds, “No one ever comes in here.”

“Uh huh, fascinating,” he nods, turning his head to spit his gum into a small trash can by the door, before eagerly pressing his lips to yours. He smirks into the kiss as you mewl, his lips parting to quickly swallow the sweet sounds you make.  

Always one to give as good as you get, your lips move against his just as fervently, both of your hands trailing up underneath his t-shirt as you rub over his stomach, muscles taut under your touch. His tongue slips into your mouth in the same second he presses against you, his thin gym shorts doing nothing to conceal the hardness of his length as it presses against your lower stomach. 

You arch into his touch as his hands cup your breasts through your uniform, a low growl rumbling through his chest as you rake your nails over his chest and down his stomach. Boldly, you reach down and palm at his cock, savoring the surprised grunt he lets out before you quickly nudge your hand down the front of his shorts and into his boxers. 

“Shit,” he breathes, one hand still kneading at your breast as the other skates back up your thigh, his forehead resting against yours. Biting your lip, you watch through hooded eyes as you experimentally stroke over his cock, marveling at how hard he already is, like velvet over steel. 

Just as you feel him twitch in your grasp, the blond pulls away from you with a teasing grin and presses one last kiss against your lips before tapping the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. 

“Fuck, there you go,” Billy rasps, fingers digging into the curve of your ass as you clamber up into his arms, your shoulder only barely smarting as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I gotcha,” his muscular biceps flex as he quickly walks a few feet from the door and deposits on you on top of the, thankfully barren, teacher’s desk pushed haphazardly into the corner. 

“Billy,” you sigh, the sound being practically pushed from your lungs as he presses himself back between your thighs, cheer skirt rumbled around your waist as he all but folds you in half – your hands cling to his shirt desperately, one leg wrapped securely around his hip as the other ends up slung nearly over his shoulder.

“Yeah, princess?” He taunts with a wolfish grin, smirking at the way the muscles of your thigh twitch as his fingers move toward your pussy, hardly hidden beneath your boyshorts. You all but levitate off the desk as two of his fingers swipe over your slit, the apples of your cheeks flushing when he chuckles triumphantly, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide how wet you are. “Finally gonna give me what I want?”

You can feel your ponytail bobbing wildly at the crown of your head when you nod, a whiny moan blooming from your lips when he moves his fingers in tight circles against your clit, the flimsy material of your underwear quickly dampening against his touch. 

“Yeah, yeah, Billy,” your hands tremble as you pull at his t-shirt, desperate for what you’ve been wanting for so long, “C’mon, please!”

“Easy, tiger,” he laughs, tongue running over his bottom lip as he easily tugs his shirt over his head, your own hands scrambling to push down your boyshorts. Taking mercy on you yet again, he helps you, eagerly tugging the white cotton down your legs. He damn near tears them in two as he pushes your underwear over one sneaker, letting them dangle from your ankle. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes, crowding against you again as you lean back on the desk, propped up on your elbows. You stare up at him, lips parted, as he all but folds you in half, warm hands pressing against the backs of your thighs, “Fucking leaking and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Oh!” You hiss, trying your hardest to keep your voice down, head thudding back against the desk as Billy quickly tugs his shorts down, just enough to get his cock out, and teasingly runs it through your folds, “Billy, oh my God, just do it!” You all but beg, teeth biting into your bottom lip at the wet sounds of him moving against you, deafeningly loud in the otherwise quiet room. 

Were you anywhere else, Billy would have absolutely no qualms about teasing you to within an inch of your life – payback for playing cat and mouse with him for almost three months straight. Lucky for you, he’s just as nervous at the thought of getting caught with his pants down as you are, shuddering to think what Neil would do if he got expelled over this. 

With a barely contained growl, he pushes into you, his cock sliding easily to the hilt with how wet you are. Your back arches off the desk as he slides home, stretching you beautifully as he fills you completely.

“Oh – oh my God,” you breathe as he stills, giving you a few seconds to adjust. Your hands scramble over the smooth top of the desk before you grab onto his wrists as his hands hook behind your knees. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans – the way he grumbles your name makes your walls clench around his length, punching another grunt from his chest as he starts shallowly thrusting against you, grinding his hips against yours. 

The two of you dissolve into a flurry of breathy mewls and sighs, each of you desperately trying to keep quiet as the muffled sounds of skin against skin and the dull creaking of the desk fill the room. Your eyelids flutter as you watch Billy above you, golden curls bouncing with each of his thrusts as a light sheen of sweat covers his tanned chest. 

Grunting lowly, he presses harder against the backs of your thighs, practically pressing your kneecaps against the desk below you, blue eyes sparkling as you easily follow his movements. With the small change in angles, the head of his cock thrusts perfectly against that sensitive spot within you, and he grins triumphantly as you tremble beneath him. 

“That the spot, princess?” He questions, smirking when you nod your head with a little broken squeak, “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you in a bed – bet you can bend in all kinds of pretty ways, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, Billy,” you agree, willing to agree to just about anything as long as he keeps moving. You can hardly contain the moans spilling from your lips as he works you higher and higher, the adrenaline from the possibility of getting caught as well as the rush of finally having him making you rush toward your end faster than you normally would. 

Breathing heavily as your pussy clenches at his cock, he lets go of one of your thighs and shoves your shirt up, unceremoniously taking your bra with it. You bite at the back of one hand as he teases at your breasts, using one hand to pinch and pull at one nipple before moving to the other as he stares down at you with half-lidded eyes, brows furrowed in concentration. 

“O-Oh, my – fuck, I’m –” You moan brokenly, squirming beneath him as you feel yourself nearing the edge, teeth biting desperately into your bottom lip as you claw at his forearm and waist. 

Cockily licking over his lips, Billy leans forward as he grinds against you, his hips putting pressure on your clit as he covers your mouth with one hand, propping himself up against the desk with an elbow as his other still grasps at the back of your knee. 

You squeeze him tightly as the tail end of his happy trail rubs deliciously over you, giving you just enough stimulation to throw you over the edge. 

“Yeah, princess,” he encourages, grunting with nearly every thrust into you as he feels you clenching around him, pushing him further and further toward his own edge as he clenches his jaw, determined to hang on as long as possible. 

After only a few more thrusts, he quickly pulls out with a small groan. “Fuck, fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he strokes his cock, painting your lower belly with stripes of his release.

Both of you still for a moment, breathing heavily as you each come down. Half expecting Billy to simply get dressed again and leave, you’re surprised when he softly kisses you, more relaxed this time, as his warm breath fans over your cheek. Dazedly, you kiss him back, your lips moving together unhurriedly as you card your fingers through the sweat-damp curls at the nape of his neck. 

After a moment, you part and your lips quirk up into a shy smile as he moves back half a step, giving you enough room to sit up. 

“Oh, uh,” you breathe, looking down when you feel his cum cooling against your skin. Glancing around the room, you pout a little when you don’t see any tissues or paper towels, “There’s paper towels in the locker room?” You offer, looking over at Billy, watching as he quickly tugs his shorts back into place. 

“I got it,” he says with a small smirk and before you have time to question what he means, he quickly tugs your underwear off your ankle and uses them to wipe at your skin, grinning meanly when you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Jackass!” You exclaim, laughing softly despite yourself, “That’s the only pair I have with me!”

“Nothing wrong with going commando, sweetness,” he says with a wink, chuckling when you wrinkle your nose at the thought while you pull your bra and shirt back into place, “Come back to my place and I’ll was ‘em for you, my parents don’t get back until late, anyway.” 

“You just want a round two,” you laugh, hopping off the desk and straightening out your skirt the best you can before running your hands over your hair, trying to smooth out your ponytail. 

“Told you I was gonna fold you up all pretty,” Billy smirks, crowding against you yet again once he tugs his shirt back on and lightly grasping at your jaw, “Something tells me you won’t have a problem with that either.”

“That’s presumptuous, don’t you think?” 

“Sure, yeah, I dunno what that means, princess,” he says, grinning when you laugh, your hands pressed against his chest as he quickly tucks your boyshorts into the waistband of his shorts, “Just come back to my place, hm?”

“What about basketball practice? Jason hates when people ditch.”

“You really think I give a shit about what Carver wants?” Billy laughs, taking one of your hands in his as he makes his way toward the door.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you finally agree, rolling your eyes playfully as you let him pull you out into the hall.

“And come with me to the Halloween party?”

“You have quite a list of demands, Hargrove.”

“Hey,” he says with a little shrug, glancing at you as you walk side by side toward the locker rooms, “That’s what you get for teasing me.”

You merely giggle as the two of you round a corner, nearly freezing and nervously glancing over at Billy when you come across Steve, chest heaving as he leans over a water fountain. 

Standing straight, he wipes at his lips with the back of his hand, narrowing his eyes at Billy, watching as he quickly scoops up his duffle bag from where he’d tossed it down earlier in the hallway. “Dude, why’re you leaving? You’re almost, like, half an hour late for practice.”

“Yeah, well, tell Carver something came up,” the blond boy huffs dismissively before taking your hand once more. You shoot a bashful smile at Steve, blushing as you and Billy walk toward the doors out to the parking lot. 

Behind you, Steve takes a minute to connect the dots, brows furrowing as he plants his hands on his hips. After a second, his eyes widen and he shakes his head. 

“Come on, at school?” He calls down the hallway, shaking his head as you and Billy laugh, “Fucking animals, man.”

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[themonotony]

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[churipu]

hii hope you’re doing good and taking care of yourself!! Can u do jjk men headcannons when their s/o is finds a bug and is telling them to kill it (can u also add nanami)

JJK MEN KILLING BUGS FOR THEIR PARTNER

featuring. nanami kento, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing, bugs ew.

note. hii anonnn, as a person who despises bugs a lot. yes. this request is just *chefs kiss*, and i'm doing absolutely amazing bby, hbuuu?? i hope you like it and thank you so much for requesting mwah mwah <;33

AND U GUYS WE REACHED 800+ FOLLOWERS??? i really don't know what to say, thank you so much <33 this means a lot to me, and i feel so loved i'm gonna cry. i love u all

NANAMI KENTO. your knight in shining armor. the moment you called out for him in a voice lacing with worry, he just knows what was up — you'd be fifteen minutes in your shower, and nanami is in the living room watching the television until you call out to him. voice loud, mixing in with the vivid sounds of water pouring.

"ken!"

he jolts up in surprise and walked towards the bathroom door, raising his hand to knock on the door a couple times, "are you alright, sweetheart?" he asks.

"come in, please," your voice was meek, and he could hear the shower turn off.

the male slowly opens the door, and he could feel the steam from your shower caressing his face lightly. you were there, still inside the shower with a nervous smile and a towel wrapping around you, "bug. kill. please?" was all you said.

"where is it, baby?"

you pointed at the sink, and there it was — the sacred and vile being, just sitting there beside the sink. though, it was so little nanami almost laugh, but seeing his partner being terrified; he was not going to make fun of them, he finds it adorable actually. and glad that the first thing you decided to do was call him for help.

nanami didn't even use a tissue, no hitting, no slapping, no squishing; he just grabs the bug in his grasp and tells you to have a nice shower and left.

your knight in shining armor.

GOJO SATORU. little bastard would definitely be all bark and no bite, he's all about that "oh, it's just a bug, baby. it's not like it's going to kill you" or "come on, baby, what's a bug going to do?"

until it flies. and he uses you as a shield.

"y/n kill that disgusting thing! holy fuck, i'm going to die." he cowered behind you, pointing at a little bug just resting on top of the kitchen counter — you rolled your eyes at him, not even having the energy to be as scared as him anymore.

"oh, it's just a bug, satoru. it's not like it's going to kill you," you mimicked his words sarcastically, and the male glares at you, wrapping his arms around you.

"it flies," he mumbled lowly, "bugs that can fly are disgusting. and don't quote my words on me, it hurts my pride," he kisses your shoulder, almost pouting.

"rock, paper, scissors? loser kills it," you asked him, raising your balled up fist with a smirk on your face.

he sighs, "bring it on, loser."

gojo lost. it took him half an hour and half a can of bug spray along with a mask to protect his handsome face from a possible bug attack, a pan lid to use as a shield, and a sandal (for protection) to get rid of the said bug.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ignores you at first because you couldn't actually be serious? a human scared of a bug? just the mere thought of it makes him break out into laughter.

until he actually realizes it was that serious.

"brat, are you really not going to come out because there's a bug on the door?" he asks out in annoyance, standing in front of the door where you were on the other side of the open door, nodding with a lop-sided grin.

"come on, ryo. i hate bugs, 've always told you that," you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"it's a bug. it won't do anything," sukuna mutters out.

"bug bites kill more people than shark attacks every year," you informed him, drumming your foot as your anxious eyes looked over to the bug as it moves slowly all over the surface of the door, "ryo, please. just squish it."

"why don't you squish it?"

"because i'm scared."

"well, ha ha. i'm scared too," he tells you with a proud smirk, crossing his arms. he finds joy in seeing you like this, really — he finds it laugh worthy, sukuna could do this all day.

"huh. the king of curses having a fear of bugs? how cute." you muttered out.

alright, that took him by surprise. the male stomps over to the door and got rid of the said bug almost immediately, "'m not scared, i was just kidding."

"i know, i said that so you could kill the bug for me," you walked out of the door, brushing past him with a big smile.

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y/n 01

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[linnienin]

🍰 T h e ⁕ m o o n ⁕ a n d ⁕ I C 🍰 : how are you behind closed doors?

Disclaimer: Take what resonates. I'm not a professional astrologer, i just am an avid researcher and i use my personal experience when writing my posts (Also, pls, don't copy my work, i spend lot of time on it, thanks)

We all know the Sun and Ascendant play important roles in our chart, but they are often what people see at first and what we usually display to the public.

Once we get home or we meet someone that makes us feel at home, this is when another unexpected 'part' of us unleash, that part comes from our deepest place of our personality, we don't hide our emotions anymore, we feel completely free to express ourselves in our rawest form (can also be interpreted as 'getting in tune with our inner child')

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⁕ Aries moon/IC : The forever child, kinda like a Peter Pan, and hella CHAOTIC. If you think this person appeared as balanced, laid back and diplomatic, well, you were very wrong lol. You'll soon realize he/she is the most spontaneous of all. Behind closed doors they'll sing loudly, they'll laugh loudly, they'll throw things at you (be ready to catch them or they'll break for sure 😂). Clumsy as hell, and they like it. Endless energy. Gets touchy in an aggressive mode (like when a child put their head violently against their mother's head, they don't mean to be violent, it's just the way they express love, it's bold and uncontrolled hehe) The type to workout at home and be LOUD about it (how many times did i write loud 🙈), has noisy heavy footsteps. Can burn the food lol. Can also be prone to burn themselves accidentally. Constantly finding new distractions to turn their head to. "THAT THING IS MINE, DON'T TOUCH IT". The bed is their personal trampoline. At night, they change position at least 10 times before actually find a decent one to sleep in (they'll make the bed appear as a gym, be ready for the earthquake), heavy sleeper.

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⁕ Taurus moon/IC: 'AHHHHH, finally my dear bed'. I see you tauruses, first thing you do once you get home is jumping on that comfy bed and hug your pillows (yeah, you still have your coat,scarf,hat,backpack,shoes on, why bother taking them off 😂). Not picky when it comes to food, they love all dishes, just the act of eating gives them pleasure (they're here to ✨enjoy✨, that's also why you'll rarely see them cook 😂). The living ghost (that maxi blanket looks good on you, but remember to wash it from time to time since you basically slide it on the floor wherever you go lol). The hugger, literally a safe and calm space for everyone, you'll see people comes to them when stressed just to feel their healing aura. Touchy, but in a sensual and calm way, like gentle little massages/strokes on shoulders, or waist (especially when the other person is cooking, to give them extra support and maybe get a taste of that sauce they're cooking👀) Fall asleep FAST. Usually stays in bed until late morning even if they wake up earlier (spends that time fantasizing)

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⁕ Gemini moon/IC: The multitasker. They can't stay still a second. Cooking while doing laundry, while listening to a podcast, while cleaning (superficially lol),while playing with their cats, while sending emails, while preparing for that exam, and oh...wait what is this smell? OH GOSH, THE OVEN! (of course of all things you forgot the food, sometimes you forget you are even human, you need those calories bby😂). Has the messier room, but also the most interesting one. Have a difficult time with silence, it's uncomfy to them, that's why they are always listening to something (tv shows, podcasts, youtube videos, music) even if they don't really care about what's being said (that's also why they know everything about anything, they absorb these facts like a sponge). Changes hobbies at the speed of light. You see them throwing ceramics one week, the next they're playing the cello (they secretly can't stick to a single hobby because it becomes too boring). Have difficulty sleeping, their brain can't seem to shut down, so usually they can take hours before falling asleep (they find sound comforting and helpful so lots of them listen to ASMR before going to bed or even listen to the sound of breathing of the person next to them to calm themselves)

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⁕ Cancer moon/IC: Home sweet home. There's nothing that feels better for these natives than a good relaxing day at home (or maybe an entire life between those walls 👀). They literally can feel the mood changing the moment they pass the line that separate the outside world from their inner bubble of the home. They love to take care of their environment, they don't feel the chores to be so exhausting because it feels like helping an old friend out, and they take pride in their home too (they won't let you in easily, you need to really conquer them and show them you respect and cherish other's surroundings). They make very good cooks, but not the type to be super detailed with the ingredients, they are more intuitive, a bit like old grandma style (probably learnt to cook from a female family figure too). Make traditionals meals, can make meals from recipes thet have been passed on by previous generations in the family (and they take pride in this too). Has probably a personalized cookbook they wrote by hand with cute doodles on it. Has a specialty for making excellent sweets (and love to eat them too hehe). Has a welcoming aura. Has the coziest room. Loves to make forts with bedsheets. TV series binger. Pretends life only exist between those 4 walls. Bawl their eyes out for no apparent reason at a random time (well, they accumulated the stress from outside so now that they feel safe they let go). Likes to be held when sleeping, and if there's no one beside them, they like to hold a plushie or to curl up in side fetus position 😂

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⁕ Leo moon/IC: The beef. Oh yeah, as soon as the door closes, they can't wait to spill tea on all the people that bothered them during the day (i see u 👀). The funny and spot on imitator. Gets very touchy and loving, until you don't give them attentions anymore 😾, then they'll put on a show, and if you're still apathetic, they might break something lol (don't get them to this stage pls ). Has lots of lights decor in their room, also lots of... mirrors 👀. 48393983902 hair products, their hair routine is absolutely a ritual, if you interrupt them they'll give you the death stare (but deep down they like being caught while taking care of their beautiful mane, cus they feel sexy with wet hair, or even when blowing them, feeling like a superstar). Don't you dare telling them the food they cooked wasn't good, they take pride in it and they try their best to provide for others. Also they care for their family and friends a lot, so never talk bad things about them or you'll hear the roar of the lion. Are the best entertainers, sometimes the show gets a bit too real and you don't know where the fine line lies anymore (that's how good they are, but are you good enough to handle them?). At night, they wanna be hugged from behind to feel the heat on their back (it helps them relax when trying to fall asleep)

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⁕ Virgo moon/IC: Picky af. Especially with food. They don't let you enter their room unless they like you. Everything in their home is accurately chosen and has a function, no useless stuff (even if it seems 'useless' they might use it to relieve stress or whatever). Tidy room. Don't decorate much, they're into the clean look aesthetic, usually they don't have lots of things and they're put in strategical places so that it's easier for them to clean (and they clean the home quite often). The one that knows how to do anything PERFECTLY. They become masters at what they do. Cooking? They know all the secrets. Doing laundry? They have a baggage of knowledge no one else has. Oh, wanna have segss? I just got my PhD in sexology 😂. Is into way too many hobbies, but unlike geminis they actually go deep into it until they have reached a level of satisfaction (honestly...they never reach it because it's never enough, so that's why they say they putted on hold that hobby and not that they got over it, while geminis are like well..who cares, it wasn't for me, next). Reflecting on that conversation they just had with a person 1 hour ago and re-write it to perfection in case they get to experience the same thing another time. Control freaks, i knoooow, but it's true cm'on, why would you get a panic attack when you're home? Your brain never leaves the outside world right? You overthink way too much, pls, it's okay to let go sometimes ok? Light sleeper, has difficulty falling asleep because of they're constantly ruminating.

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⁕ Libra moon/IC: Lives in a castle... i'm kidding, they only wish they did lol (i mean maybe there's really someone out there that is a Libra and lives in a castle and they're reading this post laughing at me, sorry for the generalization). Loves when they have people do the things for them, it makes them feel appreciated and evalued (but also because they don't have to choose or they'll be the forever indecisive). They are the mediators in every family discussion because of their ability to remain calm while others easily fall into rage. Have a room with posters of their idols or fav celebs, is into photo collages of memorable moments. Everything in their room is somehow cohesive because of the ✨aesthetic✨. Sweets lover🧁. Randomly tries all the clothes in their closet just to see if they can make new outfit combos (and spend an entire day on it). Sips wine (or blackberry juice if they're not into alcohol, just because of the old money aesthetic) while watching rom-coms. Loves to try new foods, but don't exactly love to cook it, i mean, they try but... at some point they just lose focus, and when they see the immense chaos of mess they just did, they lose faith lol. Good listeners, probably not the best at giving advices tho (they usually don't even know what they'd have done in that situation😂).

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⁕ Scorpio moon/IC: Collectors. You enter their room and thay have all type of weird stuff like miniatures and gadgets looking at you like... ok wow, it's a creepy good kinda feeling (i found they're into animal's skulls too). It's not rare to hear them talking to themselves, they're not crazy, it's their way to release stress lmao. Headphones on 24/7. Not available for your bullshit, they got stuff to do. "Don't disturb or i'll kill you" on the door. Plan a whole murder but archive it because in this world it's not worth making it. But they have a heart i swear, just for those they love, that's it. Likes playing with kitchen tools, to test all their abilities. Just in case. They plan all the best hiding spots. Just in case. Learning that new taekwondo move. Just in case. Yeah, they're a liitle paranoid 😂. Can leave a bit of dust specifically so they see if someone touch their things. Likes boiling hot food and beverages. I swear, how can you even drink that tea and not burn your tongue, i'm impressed. Is the last one to fall asleep in the whole building, or family members, usually stay up until very late. Sleep few hours, i honestly don't know how they can even stand, they're for sure resilient. Don't like hugs, but gives them when they feel like it. They're like cats, 100%, you got a cat? Good, that is not a cat, it's a scorpio moon. (I love them tho hehe)

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⁕ Sagittarius moon/IC: Clumsy af, but has great humour. Tell the best stories ( can add quite a lot of beef in them, but they don't make it sounds like they're saying bad things hehe ). Has the jungle room, i swear, they have all type of things dangling from walls and the ceiling, sometimes to the point of almost looking like a laser room lmfao (prepare yourself to train like Catwoman). The one that pushes others out of their comfort zone (and kinda use this excuse to escape outside with them too 'cause can't stay inside a building for too long 😂). Probably lives somwhere in the countryside or dreams of living around nature, like in the mountains, in a forest, near a river etc... Constantly jump between rooms and hit themselves with some furniture, has constant bruises on them legs (their energy is too big to be contained between walls sigh). The big portions eater, they can eat all the leftovers from others and still not feeling heavy, i admire their digestive system lmfao (i could never). The funny face eater too, they're the living anime's characters. Binge watch survival shows. Wanna be free, so don't force them into stuff they're not interested in (they'd join by themselves if they want to). When don't know what to do, scroll endlessly their phone through meme pages. Send memes to EVERYONE , even when it's like... why did they send me that? Well, ok let's laugh (ya know, they don't have reasons, they are pretty simple people after all). The first one to try that weird stuff because you only live once so why not make it an adventure? Leaders, but need a counselor. Loud sleeper, can snore. Usually spread their limbs to the whole bed, and if you need to join them, well, good luck (you'll be sleeping on the couch sometimes😂)

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⁕ Capricorn moon/IC: your pacific homie. They do the same things every time they come home (like a programmed robot lol). Routine lovers. They need a predictable environment because their energy gets sucked by the chaos of the outside world. They aren't into decorating much, but they do have a passion for artistic hobbies, some of them can paint or play an instrument/sing, they have their tools for that hobby and that's it, the rest is quite minimal and practical. Can wear the same outfit on repeat too, it's like they don't care, or they have better things to care about (Mark Zuckerberg kinda vibe with the same tee over and over again). Loves traditional meals, meals they always ate since they were a child, not so open to try new food. Have a...peculiar relationship with the family (particularly their mother). I have noticed they usually don't talk much when having lunch/dinner at the table, they don't express much, and don't make eye contact to avoid people making questions. Quite reserved, need a lot of alone time to recharge. However, there's a need for them to have someone by their side to share those things too, they're absolutely afraid to end up alone, it's their worst fear, so even if they don't open up much, they want someone that understands them with just a look (however, communication is key guys, sometimes you succumb to the other person, especially if they have a strong personality, to just avoid conflict, and this is to your own detriment, you deserve better!). People say that this placement don't like physical touch, however, i'll say they veery rarely initiate the contact, but deep down the like it when others take initiative and show affection to them, it makes their heart warm even if they might not show it (but i can still see that subtle change in the expression 👀). The stable sleeper, they sleep in a position and that's it.

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⁕ Aquarius moon/IC: Step into home=step into my fantastic spaceship and leave earth for a while bye. The crazy calm gal. Constantly crunching their bones (why tho). Tries to walk on walls just to see if they can bend gravity. Wanna try to glue their shoes with the Pattex and attach themselves to the ceiling like the guy in the advertising(Can be content even with swinging from the chandelier). Throw random parties and invites everyone (even strangers lol). Likes when people stay over to sleep, just to see them all in their worst condition (usually drunk)😂. Have the tech room, and when they enter it, they turn off their lights, turn on their displays and pick up their hood, and voilà, they're in a Mr.Robot mood (can be good hackers for real tho). Don't know how to show emotions so they instead react with a weird funny expression that could mean everything and nothing at the same time. Yeah, they can be confusing as hell (is this part of their plan? I dunno). Record a video of themselves everyday talking about their experience on this earth, just in case someday someone (maybe an alien) finds these recording and place them in the Interspatial Galactic Museum. Thanks for your contribuition. Can sleep with eyes open. I'm kidding hehe, they actually can sleep well, because they know they did their job that day, so rest in peace (and you'll never know when the world will end, might be today, so gotta enjoy the sleeping hours). (but honestly, there's some truth behind the sleeping with eyes open, because of all the screen time on their devices, the melatonin production is at 0 basically lmao, turn on the night filter when looking at your devices!)

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⁕ Pisces moon/IC: Walks in, continue walking, get to their room, get on the bed. Wakes up. Moment of realization: ohh, i didn't know i just got home, i was in my head thinking, but good thing that now i can relax. Proceed to search for food ready to be eaten (without too much cooking involved). Free to daydream with 0 consequences (hmm...maybe you should organize your time better cause that exam won't pass by itself). A literal softie, their room is full of plushies and pillows where they can drown in. Always lose track of time. Has a messy but cozy room (very bad at tidying their things). Leave 3789132789 clothes piled on the bed lol. Lost in their thoughts. Intuitive eating (can binge eat tho if not careful). Can burn the food because they just forget they even put it on the first place. The master procrastinator. Has a calm vibe , and won't disturb anyone (you probably won't even notice them). Have artistic hobbies, but can't focus on them for too long because they get easily distracted. Can lose the entire day to watching videos or social media, and even if they're aware, they still continue doing it. Are into spiritual stuff, probably got 17932701 cristals and a personalized altar for them too, with others meaningful pieces and some candles. They're always in the bathroom, even when they shouldn't be there, it's just their favourite place. Can take veeery long showers, if you live with them, be ready to wait A LOT before they actually get out (or just sneak in😂privacy who?). Loooove to sleep. That calming time at night when everything shuts down is the best feeling in the entire world to them. They can't wait to go to bed honestly, they even get excited. Afternoon naps are also a thing for them. Like to sleep on their stomach.

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A n d ⁕ y o u ⁕ h a v e ⁕ r e a c h e d ⁕ t h e ⁕ e n d !

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I hope you enjoyed this post,

and i wish you all a great day! 🍰

⁕ L i n n i e ⁕

[multicohn]

summary: when yuki’s girlfriend gets into a dating rumour with another idol, he gets jealous and hard launches their relationship much to the dismay of her company.

warnings: just nctzens being haters 🙄 ( im an nctzen🧍‍♀️)

pairing: fem! kpop idol! reader x yuki tsunoda

genre: social media au

face claim: no one in particular but the images used are from pinterest plus fromis9’s jiheon, seoyeon, jisun, and saerom’s instagrams

author note: my first post 🫶🫶 also yes, i’m aware that dating in kpop isn’t very… accepted and if an idol’s s/o did this they might actually be fired but this is fictional so 🤷‍♀️

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user: i can’t stand this bitch

user: who tf does she think she is

user: please don’t put him into a hiatus sm 🙏🙏🙏

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user: i might just kms if that happened

user: no not my renjun :(

user: they’re only doing this so forjoy can get attention for their comeback

user: lol what a pick me

user: they’re gonna break up. y/n is too much for junnie

user: ew

user: lmao look at the way jun is looking at her 😂😂😂 hes def breaking up with her

user: who the hell is y/n

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user: she’s the ( lead rapper or lead vocalist ) and the maknae of forjoy

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forjoy_y/n: i miss you too bby. please more careful though, my company is still debating on whether or not to allow us to go public

yukitsunoda0511: 👍

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yukitsunoda0511: well. all i have to say is;

1. do not believe everything you see on the internet

2. y/n is happily dating me and renjun is just a friend of hers.

3. please listen to glow and buy rockslide by forjoy so her company doesn’t gets mad 🫶

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liamlawson30: nah…. my guy was serious

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yukitsunoda0511: kys

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liamlawson30: ON THE MAIN ACCOUNT?

user: WTF SINCE WHEN

user: oh.

user: HOW TF DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN

user: QUICK HOW TALL IS SHE

user: what language do they speak in?

user: MY WIFE AND MY HUSBAND ARE DATING??

forjoy_y/n: yuki…

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yukitsunoda0511: ☺️

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forjoy_y/n: 🤦‍♀️

[sharkorok]

heeseung w/ an inexperienced s/o

cw/genre: this is fluff!!! fluff!!, headcanon format, cursing, fboi au, campus au ig…(?), like one dirty joke or whatnot teeheehoohoo, informal writing, that should be it (I think)

requested: X

a/n: this grown man has me so delulu so take this 😋

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-u are well known for being notoriously bad at expressing affection or being in relationships

-you can’t do casual relationships this man once said “hey baby” and you were like “so I think we should lowk end things cuz why u calling me bby…kinda weird dawg…”

-UR JUST SO AWKWARDDDD ITS EMBARRASSING (I’ll write ur character development soon dw)

-anyways so you go to a party and you see heeseung who is notorious for being the craziest charmer ever like he could see an acorn on the ground and seduce it

-he strikes up conversation with you to see what the fuss is all about, he saw a person once talk about how ur so hot w a cold heart but he immediately realized you’re just awkward skssksksks

-he realizes he literally fell in love with you the second he tried to flirt and you were just …? while laughing awkwardly

-so after a month of you flitting around his charming gestures, looking down shyly or avoiding eye contact when he tries to rizz u up, he gets the courage to just straight up ask, “do you like me?”

-and when you explain that u don’t rlly know and u don’t really get into relationships he’s like OKKK LETS TRY THEN!! because he’s so madly in lov w you cuz ur so cute to him

-ok so boom dating!

-he purposely pushes your buttons to see just how much you can squirm, watching you stammer when he has you pressed against a wall gives him a power trip he didn’t think anyone could be this adorable

-and also u as a person…he’s so in love (dreamily)

-no one understands your relationship like, “how does y/n survive heeseung they can’t even say the word baby without cringing”

-ur not innocent or anything ur just new to affection and stuff so it freaks u out a little!!

-he always asks about boundaries before hand or makes sure you’re comfortable when you two are hanging out. the first time you two were cuddling he would ask every now and then if you were alright

-“you just make me nervous, hee” “don’t be nervous baby, it’s just me.”

-you didn’t realize how nice it felt to be loved within your comfort zone, and how nice it was to have someone hold your hand when it was pushed a little

-he’s gonna tease u tho sorry “loser virgin s/o and popular fboi boyfriend what wattpad story are we coming from”

-defends you to death if anyone criticizes the way you two date, he’s happy with you and if anyone tries to say otherwise he’s all up for arguing with them in a parking lot (￣▽￣)

-he loves you so so much and he dgaf about how slow he has to take it!!

-he takes you on lots of different dates to see what you like and what you don’t like, slowly initiates PDA to see if you’re okay w it or what freaks you out, he’s okay w taking the lead

-got him proud when you explain yourself tho, it means he’s doing a good job as your boyfriend if you’re comfortable explaining your boundaries and understanding them!! (in the least patronizing way possible)

-one time you two were making out and you put your hands on his chest, looking up at him and shaking your head, “I don’t think I want to continue yet.”

-and like a good boyfriend he is he reassured you he dgaf and that you two can just cuddle on the couch for the rest of the night or he could sit five feet away from you and not speak!!! whatever you say he listens bae

-never pushes you for affection, it pisses him off when people say the relationship is one sided, he doesn’t get insecure about whether or not you love him dw

-you say “I love you” every now and again later in your relationship to reassure him just in case tho, which is always super special to him and makes him fly over the moon *bawls eyes out*

-I did not mean for this to be this long ok anyways he’s yours and he knows it and your his and he knows that too <3

[strwbnnie]

‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

wc: 3.7k

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him. 

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading. 

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did. 

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display. 

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit. 

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t? 

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute. 

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels. 

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project. 

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then. 

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend. 

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.” 

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all. 

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you. 

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose. 

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout. 

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!? 

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister. 

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head. 

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad? 

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you. 

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute. 

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly. 

 “I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops. 

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention? 

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space. 

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs. 

Greedy bitch. 

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine. 

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why. 

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?” 

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took. 

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt. 

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy. 

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open. 

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day. 

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs. 

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly. 

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined. 

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that. 

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy. 

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.” 

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way. 

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time. 

Your question falls on deaf ears. 

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself. 

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you. 

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless. 

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-” 

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck. 

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill. 

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to. 

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.” 

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver. 

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.” 

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown? 

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute. 

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.” 

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch. 

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as  you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs. 

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out. 

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit. 

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick. 

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?” 

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad. 

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”  

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass. 

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..” 

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya. 

“I-I did. How did you know?” 

 “I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.” 

[silvermarley]

If you find this request comfortable, could you write Genya, Sanemi, Rengoku, Uzui (separately) with S/O watching a movie and there's a spicy scene? No NSFW but maybe a little suggestive? I want to see blushy boys 😍

Absolutely! :)) hope u like it!

Watching a movie w/ a spicy scene

Warnings: super suggestive, pretend Uzui doesn’t have wives lmao

Genya Shinazugawa:

-You were the one who suggested the movie

-Poor bby had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to watch it with you

-The movie went smoothly

-Until the scene came up

-At first, Genya’s face was extremely red

-Like he was blushing so hard that steam could come out his ears lol

-But then you glanced at him again to see him shifting around

-He tries to cover his eyes but can’t help the.. thoughts that are now in his mind

-“Y/N.. did you plan t-this..?”

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

-The movie randomly came on and you two decided to watch it

-The both of you were sitting on the couch, you sitting between his legs with your back on his chest

-The spicy part began

-You felt things from the lewdness of it, and tried to ignore it

-Meanwhile you could feel something on your back

-You looked back to see Sanemi blushing furiously

-Then you realize what you were feeling

-His hands grip tighter on your thighs

-He’s not letting you move btw, not until after the movie 👀

Kyojuro Rengoku:

-He actually had no idea the movie would have a scene like that

-Tengen suggested it to him

-So you were both watching it and cuddling

-Then it comes up

-His face is a rosy red hue

-“I.. didn’t know it had this in it!” He tries to explain as he fails to cover up his hard-on

-He tried to hold out until after the movie to do anything about his situation

-But he failed and gave in to his desire

Uzui Tengen:

-His idea

-Honestly he thought he could handle it considering he knew there was that kind of content in it

-But when you two actually got to watching it, his cheeks grew red and all he could think about was you and him, instead of the two on screen

-The thoughts were the only thing on the mind

-He held you against him the rest of the time

-Good luck after the movie ends 🫡

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Taglist: @im-togas-knife @kaianawr @x3nako @booplsnoot @wicked-binch @nobody_lv @zonaazworld @Binx12345678910

[dreamywriter143]

Lingering Sensations

Title: Lingering Sensations (Pt.2 of ‘Scorching Heat’)

Paring: Neteyam x Y/n (Reader)

Status/Type: Oneshot/Completed

Summary: The promises that Neteyam made earlier seem to falter as he worries over Y/n’s well-being. He refuses to go feral on her, he wouldn’t dare hurt his mate. Y/n, on the other hand can’t wait to test him beyond his limits. She will do anything to extinguish the heat within her.

Word Count: 5.1k (Yikes…)

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI (Minors STAY AWAY!!), P in V (Penetration), Dirty talk, Breeding, Oral (M-receiving), Deep-Throating, Nicknames, SoftDom Neteyam, Dumbification, Possessiveness, Squirting, Marking, Tiny bit of Angst (Neteyam questioning himself as a mate) All characters are AGED-UP (19-20’s years). (Neteyam worrying over Y/n’s well-being. Amazing with aftercare and Fluff ending. Our sweet bby!!)

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“P-Plea-” Y/N mewls quietly, her body twitching from the last orgasm that overcame her body.

She lost count of how many times Neteyam had made her cum, from only his finger nonetheless. Her beaded top long discarded, landing down on the floor, forgotten. Her nipples stood up, feeling the occasional cool air breathe into the humid marui.

“Lookin' so pretty yawne, my pretty little girl. So wet for me…”

Neteyam mumbles, as if in a trance like state. He couldn't remove his gaze away from her face. The ways she would react to every orgasm he pulled out of her was simply memorizing. Neteyam quickens his pace, feeling her pussy twitch against his digits. An indication she was near once again. The squelching sounds of her sopping pussy like music to his years, his tail twitching excitedly.

Neteyam hums happily, He loved how she came apart on his fingers. Something only he could do. His other free hand latched on her right nipple, pinching the erected bud deliciously between his fingers.

Feeling another orgasm approach Y/n tries to stop her mates movements, his fingers deep within the heat of her pussy. Her attempts are futile as Neteyam simply brushes her hand away as if it were nothing.

Neteyam grunts uncomfortably at her sudden movement, which caused some friction against his most heated part at that moment. His hard cock strained against his loincloth, that was already soaked with his precum. He chooses to painfully ignore his own lust, all just so he can reap the pleasures of his mate that lay before him.

He pumps his three fingers in and out of her cunt, landing on a tiny bud deep inside. Smirking to himself he curls his digits against it, causing her back to arch and her toes to curl at the sensation.

“Sss, mu-ch…t-o mu-”

Y/n desperately tries to remove Neteyam’s hand, her overstimulated clit twitching wildly as his thumb rubs tight circles against it.

“Hm? What was that?” Neteyam whispers, amusement lacing his tone as he hungrily takes in her sweating form underneath him. He has been fingering her relentlessly, in hopes to relieve some of the pain that was causing so much pain for his mate.

His eyes trail down from her face, scrunched up in ecstasy , down to her breasts. He watches admiringly as he was the only one able to make her feel this way. It warmed his heart and egged on his ego. Only he could please his mate like this. No one else.

Neteyam leans down to nuzzle his nose against her neck, inhaling her heightened scent. He took deep breathes in through his nose, memorizing the way her scent screamed for him. Her need for him, and it drove him crazy.

“N-Neteya-m?” Y/n murmurers causing Neteyam to hum happily against her neck, his chest vibrating. He was a man with a plan, he planed on making her come once more before devouring her pussy. He craved the taste of her. How could he not? She was so wet the mat underneath them held an embarrassingly large splotch of her essence. Hopefully after which, her heat would have calmed down. But as things would have it, that did not go as planned.

“Yes, my yaw-“

His breathing stutters momentarily when he feels Y/n reach for his cock instead of his hand. He desperately tries to move away from her touch but fails. Y/n catches his throbbing member causing a moan to slip through his lips unintentionally.

“Shit-t, Y-Y/n. Yawne, this isn't about me. please S-” he whimpers, feeling her hand sluggishly but firmly give his cock the attention he had been silently begging for.

Y/n hums a reply, squinting her eyes open. She loved the way his ears flattened against his head at the mere touch. She knew Neteyam had been holding back, and the ache in her pussy wouldn’t be extinguished by his fingers alone. Oh no, she needed his cock, buried deep within her. But first, she had to convince her thoughtful mate to do so himself. To give into his desires he held back in fear of her safety.

“W-What happened to fucking me till I-I can’t stand?” she asks, her voice soft but laced with hunger.

Neteyam bites his lips, his ear twitching against his head as he tries to stop himself from thrusting into her small, warm hand.

‘She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s in her heat. Be calm’

“I-I know, but not today baby. I want to ease your pain” he murmurs trying to regain control over the situation once again. The voice in his head tried to be firm, but the longer he relished the feeling of her hand against his cock. The quieter the voice became. He felt his resolve slowly crumble feeling her pump her hand against his lengthy shaft languidly. It was pleasurable but left him wanting more. Desperate for more.

Y/n’s lips twitch slightly, turning her head to the side to whisper in his ears that twitch, anticipating her next move. His tail swished behind him excitedly.

“I want to taste you, please? Fuck my throat Neteyam” she whispers suggestively, tugging herself free from his grasp. She manages to shimmy her way out of his hold, as his soaked fingers froze the moment the words left her mouth.

Y/n knew the dangerous game she was playing. She new how sensitive Neteyam was to about her mouth. How much he loved it. She knew this could lure him in. Right where she wanted him.

“W-what?” he questions, a flustered mess. Y/n successfully removes the loincloth soaked with his precum. She tosses it on the floor causing Neteyam to sit up, on his knees. He goes to argue again, with little to no resolve but is unable to utter word as he feels his stomach flutter. He was drawing blanks, just the advantage Y/n needed.

Smirking slightly Y/n crouches down, making herself look smaller, crawling towards him. The scent of his manhood wafted her senses as her face stood mere inches away from his hardened cock. It stood proud, leaking precum and twitching at the cool air. Y/n always marveled at the sheer size and girth of her mates cock. It was more then enough to make a girl scream in pain and pleasure. Y/n licks her lips, feeling herself drool at the sight.

“Y/n...” Neteyam calls as a warning, but his tone held no edge. In fact, it sounded like a whine of defeat.

Y/n peers up towards Neteyam towering above her, his eyes clouded with lust, gasps leaving his swollen lips. Not wanting to wait for Neteyam to argue again, Y/n leans her head forward. Placing a careful kiss on the tip of his bulbous cock, causing Neteyam to hiss in pleasure. His hands snap to grab her locks, trying to push her back, but with little force.

Deep down, he knew he had wanted this, no logical part of him stood a chance anymore. He lost the moment she uttered those words out of her mouth.

Humming at the taste of his pre, Y/n stroked the cock gently, dipping her head to lick a strip from the base all the way to the tip. When she reached the mushroom like tip she gently sucks on it, coating her tongue with his essence.

The simple taste of his cum, and the heat from his coke make her rub her thighs together in a feeble attempt to feel some sort of relief. Her other hand reaches up to gently trace patterns on his heavy balls, cupping them in her hands. Neteyam gasps at the sensation.

“F-fuckkkk”

Y/n swirls her tongue over the top teasingly before engulfing him , what she could fit, of his cock into her mouth. Her thighs squeeze painfully at the feeling of the tip already hitting the back of her throat. No matter how hard she tried, Y/n couldn't seem to fit his entire length down her tight throat. Her eyes stung at the stretch, making sure to hallow out her mouth and focus on breathing through her nose. Y/n's hands reach in between their bodies to stroke what she couldn't fit into her mouth.

“Oh m-my., Y-/n.” Neteyam chokes out.

Looking down he’s met with Y/n’s doe-like eyes staring back at him through her thick lashes. Her eyes water at the sheer size of his cock, and the way her mouth stretched to accommodate to his size caused him to gulp nervously. The entire cock couldn’t even fit down her throat. He felt the deep urge to force her down on his cock, a thought that sent a shiver down his spine as well as strike fear within him. He couldn't hurt her like that. It didn't matter how much Y/n begged for that through her intense eye-contact. He bites his lips holding himself back.

But every burning essence in Y/n's body was determined to take him in, all of him in. Y/n slowly begins to bob her head against his shaft, making sure to constrict her throat against his length.

“Hmmm! Just like th-at” Neteyam groans throwing his head back.

He hated how much he enjoyed this. Enjoyed watching the tears slip down her puffy cheeks as she desperately tried to fit all of him in. The felling of the back of her throat against the tip of his cock almost causing him to cum right then and there. He cursed himself, he should be attending to her needs, help her through her heat. But Eywa, he needed this.

After the rough hunt with his father and brother he needed to clear his head. Receiving the call from and panicked-stricken Tsireya only aided to his stress. And lastly, seeing Ao’nung drool over his mates intoxicating state, the way his eyes fucked her. He needed to feel superior. He need to see her gag pathetically against his cock. He needed Y/n to understand who she belonged to.

“Oh yes, baby, take my cock. Suck it up real nice baby. I know you want to”

His chest heaved at the sensation of feeling her gag slightly, trying to push him further inside. He felt himself lose composure, something he was in fear of because he didn’t want to hurt her.

But all that flew out the moment he felt her moan against him. The vibrations sent an electric current throughout his body, causing him to let out a guttural growl.

Gripping her locks with more force Neteyam pushes her head down on his cock, Y/n mewls feeling his fingers dig into her scalp. He pushed harder causing her eyes to widen, her throat constricts to the feeling of him digging deeper down into her throat.

Her nose comes in contact with his pelvic bone, she feels her eyes roll back, finding it harder to breathe. Her entire mouth was stuffed to the brim. Her tail stood stiffly as electric shocks raked her body at the feeling. She attempts to breathe through her nose, not wanting to let go of his hot cock or pass out.

Neteyam quickly pulls her head back, his eyes peering down at her swollen lips, and how she began sucking the tip of his cock in a teasing manner. Precum mixed with saliva dripped down her chin, causing him to lose his mind.

Neteyam clenches his teeth grasping her locks again. Firmly. He pushes her down his shaft once again, loving how her body twitched uncontrollably at the movement.

“That right, take it. Take my fucking cock” he growls, watching the tears pool around her eyes.

Pulling her head back chuckling darkly, he is quick to snap his hips against her lips once again. Y/n braces herself, placing her hands on his thighs as he starts up with a brutal pace, insuring that his cock is sucked deep into her throat each time.

“Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you princess?”

He says watching the way Y/n looked up at him. Refusing to break eye contact. He watched the way her breasts bounced at his ministrations. How her cheeks hallowed out when he pulled out, only to be filled when he would snap his hips back roughly.

Y/n moans against his cock, loving the nicknames he called her. The burning in her lower abdomen screaming for attention, her hand slowly reaching down to find her clit. Swollen and perked, really to be abused.

“Shit baby, you c-couldn’t wait?” Neteyam mocks, watching her fingers desperately circle her throbbing clit.

Tears cloud her vision threatening to close, but Y/n forces them open. She wanted to see Neteyam come undone. And by the throbbing of his cock and the stutter in his thrusts she new he was near.

Her fingers pick up speed against her pussy as a familiar knot in her flares up.

“Fucking beautiful, your doing so good baby. Your gonna swallow my cum right? Like a good little cumslut. Hmm?” Y/n moans a response, causing his thrusts to stutter at the feeling.

Neteyam fucks Y/n’s throat faster, picking up the speed. His balls slapping against her chin, the sound echoing throughput their hut. He felt his orgasm draw near, his eyes watching feverishly as she fingered her clit. How her eyes were blown wide, her gaze holding nothing but lust.

“F-fuck, I-m, I’m cumming!”

Neteyam growls, holding her head flush against his pelvis. Steams of his cum spurt down her throat, his hips twitching as he lets go. Y/n’s eyes roll back momentarily, her own climax washing over her like a wave as she felt her mates cock throb in her mouth while emptying his seed. Her gags only egged him to empty fully inside her.

“That’s it, take it. Take it like a good girl” he mumbles. His face dipping with sweat, he pushes the strands that cover her face aside. His jaw hangs low at the sight of her face. Her expression blissful, her body still trembling under her own orgasm as she slowly pulls away from his cock.

“Let me see” Neteyam orders, his hand moving from her hair, to under her chin. Lifting it up as she sticks out her tongue, coated with his thick seed. Neteyam feels his cock twitch again at the sight. Y/n closes her mouth swallowing his cum, humming at the taste.

Feeling whatever adrenaline that held her up disappear, Y/n crumbles back into the mat. Laying on her back, her legs spread out revealing her sopping pussy. Neteyam quickly follows after her, his hands rest on the mat beside her head watching her eyes bounce around the roof of the marui and along his face with a dazed like expression.

Neteyam swallows thickly , wanting to voice his concern only to be cut off.

“Please-“ Y/n begs.

“Please fuck me, it burns inside Neteyam” she whines. She looked exhausted, her face sweating more then before. But the hunger in her eyes were far from gone. Neteyam’s hand trails down to her heat, cursing at how wet she was. Scooping up her essence he brings his fingers to his lips, lapping it up greedily.

“So wet, you taste so good. So fucking good sweetheart.”

Neteyam trails his face against her, his mission to reach her pussy is stopped by a sharp tug. Y/n frowns, her eyes furrowed. "Please, I'm stretched o-out. N-need you.." she whimpers out, her eyes scruching sightly in pain. Neteyam nod's, mentally noting that he would devour her later. Right now she needed a deep fucking. And he would deliver, like a good mate.

Neteyam lifts her leg, holding it in place. He lines his hard cock against her folds. Angling his hips just right to brush himself between her wet pussy lips, lubricating his cock in the process. Y/n bucks her hips upon feeling his heat against hers. Neteyam smirks down at his desperate mate.

Steading himself he lines the tip of his cock, prodding the entrance. He pushes in slightly only for both of them to hiss at the tightness of her pussy.

“So tight, you sure you can take my cock baby?” Neteyam asks, a hint of concern mixed with his overgrowing lust. Y/n nods, not trusting her voice anymore.

Neteyam knew Y/n was stretched out, the size of his cock shouldn't have hurt her. But behind all that lust, he felt a sting of concern. Exhaling through his nose he glances down at her wet pussy, glistening with her nectar. He felt his body shiver at the sight, she wanted him. she needed him, and he wouldn't deny his urges anymore.

Neteyam leans in and captures her lips into his. Their lips mold together, their tongues dancing along one another. He tasted himself through her tongue causing a groan to escape. Y/n's shaky hands grab onto his bicep as her lips get devoured by her hungry mate.

Taking this distraction to its full advantage, Neteyam thrusts the entirety of his cock into her tight heat causing her to squeal in surprise.

Her mouth pulls away from him letting out a moan at the feeling of his cock, balls deep within her. Finally feeling the relief of getting filled. The ache in her pussy dulling a bit, causing her to smile at the feeling of ecstasy.

Neteyam props himself on his elbows, slowly beginning to thrust into her pussy. He desperately tried to give her some time to adjust to his size, but the moment he felt her heat grip his cock in such a delicious way, his reasonings dissipated. Her heat engulfed him, tightly coiling and twitching against his length. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

Y/n breasts bounce as he gains more momentum, his thrusts pushing past her g-spot all the way into her cervix causing her to yell out in pleasure.

“Neteyam!!” Y/n cries out clenching her pussy. Neteyam whimpers at the sudden tightness but doesn't stop his fast pace. Feeling his fingers trail down to her stomach, he locates her clit applying pressure.

“Shit!!!”

Y/n wraps her arms around Neteyam’s shoulder, griping onto him for her dear life as he began to rut into her mercilessly. The squelching sounds of skin slapping skin fill the Marui, the humidity raising as they panted out in desperation. His thick balls slapping against her ass as he pounded into her, all the while not going easy on her puffy clit.

The familiar feeling of her orgasm approaches, as Y/n feels her jaw go slack, opening her mouth as a silent scream racks her body. Neteyam nuzzles her neck, peppering her with kisses that trail down to her throat. All while leaving his marks all over. His grip on her hips tighten, his nails digging deep into her skin. Gripping her so tightly it left crescent-like marks. Y/n shakes her head feeling the coil within her snap upon feeling the sting of the tiny cuts along her hips.

“Cu-m!! Cumming!” Y/n screams out, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm washes over her, her eyes roll back to a close.

Feeling the sensation of her orgasm rack through her form. White splotches evade her visions as she twitches under Neteyam, who slowed down a bit , only to help her ride out her orgasm. Y/n feels herself slip out of consciousness, the feeling overwhelming her greatly.

Noticing how limp she felt under his touch Neteyam pulls her up, pulling out his hard cock in the process.

“No passing out of me baby, open your eyes” he orders, flipping her over. He lays her down, her back arched and her ass out on display.

Neteyam freezes for a bit, recalling how this was the exact position she was in when Ao’nung had seen her. Bare and all.

Feeling a sudden rage surge through him, Neteyam roughly thrusts into her, startling the poor girl. She yelps, her eyes snapping open at the feeling of her pussy being filled once again.

She was already so sensitive from her previous orgasm, her hand reaches back in a attempt to slow down the snap of his hips, but this only angers him further. Taking her arm he uses it as leverage to thrust into her deeper.

“Nete- ‘s much!!” She cries, unable to lift her head from the position she was in. Face first into her mat. Neteyam grunts behind her, his hips snapping with vigor, with anger.

“Your mine. Your all mine Y/n. No one else’s! I’ll make sure everyone knows who this pussy belongs to” Neteyam growls threateningly.

Unable to understand what was being said Y/n hiccups, her tears running freely as that familiar knot appears again. Only more intense then all the other orgasms she’s had before.

“How dare you show Ao’nung what rightfully belongs to me-“ Neteyam sends a particularly hard thrust causing Y/n to lurch forward. She is still unable to figure out what Ao’nung had to do with all this. Opting to keep her mouth shut, letting moans slip out between her lips.

“-Bet Ao’nung is jerking his cock wishing he could fill this pussy” Neteyam hisses, feeling her pussy clench at the thought of being seen. Neteyam smirks, grabbing her tail and wrapping it around his forearm before tugging on it harshly.

“Do you want him to see? Hm? Want him to know who this pussy belongs too” Neteyam taunts which only causes Y/n’s orgasm to come closer. Y/n mumbles incoherently in response causing Neteyam to chuckle. He literally fucked her dumb.

“What was that babygirl?” He asks reaching down to find her clit. Y/n screams at the sensation, trying to pull herself away causing him to pull her back by her tail.

“D-do it” she mumbles.

"Hmm?" Neteyam couldn't help but sound smug, he relished how he could fuck her till she couldn't think clearly anymore.

“Fill me with your cum” Y/n manages out before pressing her forehead against the mat. Neteyam growls at her request.

“Yea, gonna fuck you till your full of my cum. Gonna watch you get swollen with baby. Fuck, everyone will know I fucked them into you.”

Y/n clenches at the thought of Neteyam getting her pregnant. The thought of being swollen with his babies. And the thought of being filled to the brim with his cum. Y/n let’s out one final scream feeling her orgasm shutter through her body. It was so intense, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She feels the unfamiliar feeling of her essence squirting out of her, covering her legs as well as her mate. Her eyes roll back as all she could see was white.

Neteyam hisses at the sight, she had never squirted before. The sight alone sent him into a frenzy as he snapped his hips harshly against her. Her body taking the impact, causing her to lurch forward each time. Neteyam uses his heavier weight to ensure he drilled deep within her each time. The scent of her arousal seemed to be heighted by her squirting, which in turn fogged up Neteyam's thoughts.

The feeling of her walls desperately clenching around him causes a snarl to leave his lips, his hips stuttering.

“You want to become a mother? Fuck yes baby, I’ll make you a mama” Neteyam promises drilling into her, chasing his own high. Y/n mewls underneath him, unable to do anything after being severely overstimulated.

Neteyam’s thrust lose their rhythm, feeling his own orgasm draw near.

“Oh fuck yes, take it. Take all that cum babygirl” he growls, leaning down his fangs latch onto Y/n's neck biting down. Y/n cries at the feeling, clenching her pussy just right.

“F-fuckkkk” Neteyam curses, as he releases his thick load within her heat. His sluggishly thrust his hips, milking out his high, while insuring all his cum is stayed nestled in her cunt. Making sure none leaked out.

His tongue laps the spot where his fangs had pierced her delicate skin, feeling her labored breathing calm him down. While still inside the warmth of her cunt, Neteyam lays beside her. Pulling her into his arms, feeling exhaustion wash over.

~~~~~~~~~

Neteyam’s eyes snap open, his eyes taking in his surroundings only to land on his mate. All bruised up with a huge mark on her neck, his doing. Feeling his stomach drop at the sight he scoots closer to her.

“Y-y/n” Neteyam hums, pulling Y/n close to him.

He ignores how sweaty their bodies were, covered in each others cum. He gently moves the hair away from her face, causing her to whimper, her body going into overdrive at a mere touch. She felt her body clench at the feeling of Neteyam’s softening cock still deep within. Insuring none of his essence leaked out.

The position they’re currently in was awkward, with Neteyam hunched over to cradle her, but still comfortable. Y/n snuggles her face into Neteyam’s neck, taking in his scent. A small whine escapes her causing Neteyam to frown slightly at the sound.

“Shhh, I know. I’m so sorry yawne. Are you ok?” He asks caressing her hair lovingly.

“D-don’t” she croaks causing Neteyam to go stiff. Her voice sounded hoarse, the result of him losing control while fucking her mouth. He gulps nervously, his hands shake out of guilt.

“Don’t w-worry about me. I asked for it. I’m fine, just a little sore my love” she says still taking large whiffs of his comforting scent. She felt serene, like the cloud that had been weighing her down since the early morning had finally been lifted.

She can finally hear clearly, see clearly. At least for now, until that itch would came back.

Neteyam visibly relaxes. Peppering her face with tiny kisses, reaching for the quilt to cover her shivering form. Her wraps it around her as he carefully pulls his shaft from within her cunt. Y/n whimpers at the loss, feeling empty. She opens her mouth to protest only to yelp in surprise as Neteyam picks her up bridal style.

“Neteyam!”

“I need to clean you up, yawne” he explains as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Y/n notices how he covers her up, as well as himself. With a cloth to cover his lower regions. Carefully he steps out the Marui, noticing how it was an already eclipse .

“Where are we going?” Y/n asks watching curiously, as Neteyam calls for his Ikran. A few moments later his Ikran arrives. The beautiful green creature lands silently, as if it were on standby. Neteyam smirks, carefully getting on and securing himself as well as Y/n in the seat. He calls loudly causing his Ikran to begin the flight.

“A place Lo’ak and I found a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to surprise you, but I think it’ll come in handy right now” Neteyam explains, landing a delicate kiss against her jaw, holding her tightly against him securely.

The flight didn’t last long as they landed on the lush greenery of the forest. Granted Y/n hasn’t been this far out before, but it was still kind of close to home. Neteyam walks towards a tiny body of water, hidden by rocks. Y/n’s eyes widen seeing steam from water.

Before she could voice her concern, Neteyam quickly discard the quilt covering her. The cool air hitting her body immediately, causing her to shiver.

Neteyam quickly walks into the water. Submerging himself up to his waist, having the warm water engulf Y/n’s body. It felt like a warm hug, as all the knots, aches and pain disappear at the feeling of the warm water. Y/n sighs in content as Neteyam scoops up the warm water, gently washing her body.

“It’s beautiful Neteyam” Y/n mumbles, finally standing on her own feet. She leans against Neteyam, their bodies pressed together. Neteyam hums, continuing to wash her back soothingly.

Y/n peers up at Neteyam, her brows furrowed at the sight of his clenched jaw.

“Everything alright?” She asks quietly. Neteyam breathes through his nose, his ears twitching in irritation. He shakes his head offering a tiny apologetic smile. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes, much to Y/n’s dismay.

“I always wondered why you would disappear for your heat cycles. I felt incompetent as a mate for not helping you through them-”

Y/n feels her body go stiff, she had not intended for her mate to feel like that.

“-but after today I realized….that it’s good you continue on with that. Your heat effects me, effects my body and effects my thinking….I hurt you..” Neteyam glances down at her bruised neck, and scratches he littered her hips with. Y/n grumbles in anger.

“Neteyam I’m fi-“

“No your not, yawne! I hurt you….I lost control....I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I caused a single scratch on your body.” Neteyam admits, his voice growing thick with emotion.

Y/n cups his face, looking up into his eyes. Her eyes fierce and determined as he looks down at her, defeated.

“Neteyam. I only left for those excursions because I didn’t want to come off as needy. Always asking for your help during my cycles. When, in truth. I want you. I want you during my cycles. Not only sexually, but emotionally. It’s scary to go through them alone-“ Neteyam’s places his hands over hers. Feeling his heart crumble at her words. His tense shoulders slightly relax at her comforting tone.

“-If today has taught me anything, it’s that I shouldn’t control these urges. You are my mate. I want you with me. I need you with me. We should be there for each other. I want to be there for you during your ruts. We can help each other” she explains.

She smiles watching the light glimmer back into Neteyam’s eyes. A genuine smile twitching at his lips.

“That’s…debatable” he teases leaning his forehead against hers. He was happy to hear he able to pleasure his mate. It caused him great happiness. But her helping with his rut? That was something he was truly afraid of, because he knew how feral he got. But that topic would have to be for a later date, right now he wanted to bask in her presence.

Neteyam's nose brushes against hers, sending a fury of butterflies down to her stomach at the intimate gesture. Y/n hums at the feeling, the feeling of genuine love radiating off of him.

“I love you, more then anything yawne….. Oel ngati kameie Y/n”

“Oel ngati kameie Ma’Neteyam” Y/n replies instantly.

Her hands reach up, wrapping against his neck. She pulls him in for a passionate kiss, their fangs clash at the force of the kiss, molding together. Y/n pushes her tongue past Neteyam’s lips, moaning slightly at the taste of him.

Neteyam is first to pull back, a knowing smirk adorning his face. He chuckles softly, placing a lost strand of hair behind her ear. His tails twitches as he watches her body shiver under his touches.

“Feeling the heat again?” He teases, watching Y/n’s eyes slowly cloud with lust yet again. Her breathes come out in tiny gasps as she feels Neteyam's member against her, hardening as their naked bodies lean against one another.

“Yes” she breathes out, her eyes solely on his lips. Thinking of ways to latch onto them again.

Neteyam laughs, pulling her tightly against his toned chest.

“I best get to work then, huh?”

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A/N: Hello again! Thank you so much for your likes. I honestly didn’t think 'Scorching Heat', was good, but I’m glad you guys enjoyed! Also, thank you for 100 followers! I had to rush this in time for my milestone. I’m not that confident in this smut either, so please be kind and ignore any mistakes you may find. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed Pt.2! Let me know what you think!

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[natti-ice]

I just discovered you and I’m crazy for your Eddie and Steve smuts like it’s unhealthy. Idrk if you take requests but you wrote that Eddie is into pegging🤭🤭 could you elaborate plz? I feel like thats so hot and I would just die! LOVE YOUR CONTENT YOURE AMAZING

First Time Pegging Eddie.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Dom!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, pegging

Thank you so much bby<3 I’m so happy that you like them!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

Eddie was the one to bring it up, since the beginning of your relationship you both have been very open about your sexual wants and needs. You were both laying in bed one night cuddling when he brought the idea up to you.

"Hey, baby?" He whispered softly into your hair, his arms were wrapped around your waist holding you close to his chest.

"Yes?" You respond, tiredness laced in your voice

"Do you know anything about pegging?" This question immediately wakes you up, you turn your head to the side to face him

"Are you suggesting what I think you are, Eddie?" You ask scanning his face for any uncomfortableness but you can't find a trace.

A wide smile grows on his face "I wanna try it, you know to see if we like it... what do you think?"

You giggle softly "I would love to try it, baby"

The next day, you both set out to your local sex shop to find the perfect strap on. Eddie picked up each dildo that they sold and examined them to see the different shapes and styles that they offered, you watched him as he searched for the perfect one. You could feel yourself becoming more and more excited as the image of him bent over the bed play in your mind.

"This is it, this is the one" he shows you a box for a purple dildo that was seven inches. He chuckles playfully and says "let's get home and try this bad boy out"

Once you made it home he immediately pulls you straight into the bedroom and sits on the bed, he starts to open the dildo box with a smile so big you would've thought it was Christmas.

"Take your pants off, baby" he says and helps you out of them, he then puts the harness on you and tightens it so it's snug. He fumbles with his own pants as he tries to take them off as quickly as possible, you giggle at his eagerness

"Calm down, honey" you tease "it's not going anywhere"

"I know I know, I'm just excited" he chuckles and pulls down his pants exposing his already erect cock. You straddle his lap and start to make out with him, making sure he's prepared for what's to come.

After an intense make out session, it's finally time for the main event. "Get on all fours" you whisper seductively in his ear.

"Yes, ma'am" he smirks and lifts you off of him and gets into position

You stare down ass his bare ass as he offers himself to you, your heart beats faster than it ever has before. You take a bottle of lube and apply some to the tip of your fingers, you rub them together to warm it up. Slowly you rub your fingers on his puckered hole causing him to shutter.

"Easy there, baby" you say softly "just relax and let me take care of you"

"O-okay" he takes a deep breath to help calm himself

You spend a few minutes working your fingers in and out of his ass to stretch him open a little bit so it won't be so uncomfortable. Finally it's time to put it in. You lube up your fake purple cock and gently tease his hole with it.

"I'm gonna put it in, baby, just breathe for me" your words calm him instantly and almost make him even more excited

He nods in response and you slowly push into him causing him to let out a gasp, you pump in and out slowly to help him get accustomed to the size.

"Oh fuck" his voice shakes

"That feel good?" You ask, you would stop immediately if he said no

"So fucking good" he breathes out "I need more"

"Good boy" you praise and give him more

As you increase your speed, he increases his volume. His breathless pants turn into loud moans that fill the entire bedroom, you're so turned on by how much he loves you fucking him. You don't stop your thrusts for a moment as you reach your hand between his legs and start to jerk him off.

"You gonna cum for me?" You ask mockingly, already knowing the answer

"Y-yes, gonna cum" his voice is slightly muffled as his face is pressed against the mattress

Knowing his climax is imminent you speed up just the slightest bit to send him over the edge, his breathing becomes even heavier and his body begins to twitch

"SHIT!" He yells, his body convulses as cum flies out of his cock, his warm sticky seed covers the bed sheets and the back of your hand

"Fuck that was so hot" you laugh softly and slow down your thrusts as he rides out his high

[syxoki]

i want fem! toji fucks me with her black dildo!!! >.<

OMG YESSS. I want her to praise me and degrade me at the same time, and then wipe my tears while shushing me when she's Litteraly rearanging my guts :(( ughh i need her. But here is your drabble!

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"What ya crying for mh? You asked for it baby."

You sniffle softly, your breasts bouncing with her hard thrusts, her thick as fuck dildo pounding your tiny cunt.

"Too big! Mommyy..."

"Shh, what did i say about whining hm? You can take it, youre a big girl after all, right?"

the tip of her cock bully violentely your cervix, making you cry, your arms wrapping around her neck while she make you bounce on the black rubber cock.

It was all too good. You were seeing litteral heavens. God, the way she manhandles you as if you were just a sex toy drive you crazy. The way she grip your ass, leaving red handprints on the soft flesh...

"ngh! Mommy..i want a kiss please..."

"A kiss? Aww my baby is feeling needy? Cmere sweet girl."

She gently kiss your plump lips, your saliva and her's mixing together. She softly run one of her hand along your neck, gently strangling you.

"What a slut. Youre trying to act all innocent but in reality youre really just Desperate for mommy's cock hm?"

You whine when she rub your clit, her thrusts never stopping, always keeping a steady pace.

"Who do you belong to, baby? Who's this pretty pussy belong to?"

"Y-youu mommy! Ngh! You..i belong to you!"

"Good girl."

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Hope you liked it bby <3 (english inst my frist language!)