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sonotpattismith · 2 months ago

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Inexperienced yuji and reader working their way up to taking each others v cards 🙏🙏🙏

hold me and explore me. (yuji itadori x reader)

word count: 7.1k warnings: college!au, smut, suggestive content, 18+ other request: okay so ive had this idea for so long- Yuji, Megumi, Yuta, Toge, maki, nobara and reader are all friends. truth or dare game that turns spicy (maybe a reader x yuji or reader x megumi au) and they confess their... spicy preferences and confess their feeling to eachother... ya idk if thats weird but thought id request it if youre open to it. other request: virgin yuji x virgin reader - dating for a long time and slowly trying things out together. a/n: I combined like 3 requests into one because they were similar, and I had a vision. Also, track and field Yuji simply had my heart I apologize 😌

You just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. It was that feeling-- you know-- the one you get when you walk into a highschool cafeteria, or the break room in a brand new job, and everyone seems to be privy to something you have no clue about? They seem to laugh at inside jokes, whisper knowingly about topics it seemed like you were just too stupid to catch onto. And, sure, you could just ask what they were talking about, but that would mean subjecting yourself to the mortifying fate of exposing yourself as a complete and utter loser. That’s what that night felt like.

When you agreed to an innocent game of truth or dare with a few of your beloved friends, something deep within you sent off warning signals that these kinds of ‘innocent’ games usually end very badly for big, dumb virgins like yourself. You’re not sure what it was that set off the red flags to begin waving in your mind. Maybe it was the bottle (or three) of shochu they brought into the usual hangout. Maybe it was the fact that half of you were already half-way tipsy when the game was suggested. More than likely though, it was the fact that your way-too-hot and way-too-oblivious boyfriend was in company tonight as well.

So, as you sat back on your hands, with everyone’s eyes expectantly on you, even your crossed legs and chunky sweater couldn’t make you feel less exposed. Oh god, you thought you might throw up right there. Should you make up an answer? Which one would make you sound like you knew what you were talking about, without making it sound like you seriously knew what you were talking about? If your prolonged silence wasn’t awkward enough, your burning cheeks surely were doing you in, but, shit-- how else were you supposed to react to that question?

What kind of weird shit are you into in bed?

Maybe you should’ve just said dare and not been such a pussy. Sure, you probably wouldn’t have been subjected to chugging an obscene amount of alcohol despite your already tipsy state, but it's not like your friends would have subjected you to anything too horrible. Whatever it would have been couldn’t have been worse than exposing yourself as an inexperienced loser in front of your boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil, you felt the unmistakably warm hand of Yuji Itadori himself slide over your fidgeting hand in comfort. He could see it all over you that you were absolutely mortified-- a deer caught in headlights. While he absolutely, so desperately wanted to hear your answer to this question, his instinct to jump in and ease the tension for you outweighed any horn-dog desire flooding his mind.

“Why do ya’ wanna know, Kugisaki? Tryna get in my girl’s sheets?”

The drunken group giggled deliriously at his challenging question. All at once, they began talking over each other, hooting and hollering over god knows what. You couldn’t even bring yourself to try to listen as your chest seemed to cave in on itself with a sigh of relief. Hesitantly, you stole a glance to your right at Yuji, who’s warm eyes were already on you. They sparkled with that boyish glint that was so characteristic of him. Placing a hand behind you, he leaned in, lips brushing against your ear in a way that made a shiver run down your spine.

“I still wanna know, by the way.”

The light tone in his voice was enough to tell you that he was just teasing you, but his noticeably more intense gaze, the way it dragged up your frame when he pulled away-- it told you a larger part of him really, really wanted to know. You chuckled nervously, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He turned back to your group of friends with an amused smirk on his face. Thankfully, everyone seemed to have forgotten about the fact that you didn’t finish your turn. You hoped the same of your boyfriend as he walked you back to your dorm room that night.

“If you even attempt to get me up in the morning to go on a run with you, I’ll kick your ass into Mars.” You warned as you rubbed your fingers into your temples that were already buzzing with the beginnings of a migraine. Yuji pouted dramatically as you flopped back onto your bed. Leaning forward, he replaced your hands with his own to give you a light massage. You groaned softly at the feeling, allowing your eyes to shut peacefully.

“Feels nice, huh?”

You hummed in agreement and leaned into his delicate touch. Too entranced in the sensation of his hands on you, you didn’t notice the way he leaned down, his face just inches from you. “Nice enough that you’ll answer your truth from earlier?”

Your eyes flew open, and you gasped at the sudden proximity. He flashed you a wolfish grin. The coolness of your pillow sheet served as a slight solace for your burning cheeks as you turned your head away from him in embarrassment. An unconvincing scoff fell from your lips.

“That was a stupid question.” You muttered, trying to stop the pounding in your chest as he moved to make himself comfortable beside you. It was a firm indicator that he was definitely not letting up any time soon. Softly grasping your jaw between his fingers, he moved you to face him again.

“Not stupid to me.” Yuji pressed, smiling at the way you blushed under his gaze. He ran a finger down the side of your heated cheek. “I wanna know what you like… what turns you on.”

The casual manner in which he spoke about such things only served to further convince you that he had way more experience than you did. What you didn’t know though, was the way his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and how he waited with bated breath for your answer. Despite his charming confidence and boyish charisma, the only action Yuji Itadori had ever seen was from his own right hand. He knew your relationship would be progressing soon— god, how he wanted it to, but his nerves were eating him up inside at the thought of making a fool of himself in front of you. So, when Nobara presented that question, he thought the gods had smiled upon him, and this could give him a head start to figuring you out before he was a sputtering, moaning mess beside you.

“C’mon, babe,” he spurred you on with a nervous smile. “I’m your boyfriend… you can tell me.” “I don’t even know how to answer that question, nor am I near drunk enough to be having this conversation right now.” You were shaking your head as if it would rid you of the butterflies taunting you with the way he was drinking you in with that longing gaze of his. “Go on, you’re too drunk to be allowed access to sleepover privileges tonight.”

“Hey!” His Oscar-worthy pout made another appearance as you tugged on his arms to urge him to get up. It was proven more difficult than you anticipated, what with the pounds of pure muscle that clung to every inch of him. Despite your struggle, he stumbled to his feet along with you. The giddy boy haphazardly fought against you as you pushed him toward the door. The tips of his fingers clung against the door frame as he leaned into you from just outside the door. “Think about it— yeah?”

His light eyes held a sincerity that made you melt, his nose brushing yours as he stared down at you. You felt breathless, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed as he held himself up on the door. Suddenly, one of his hands was coming up to cup your chin.

“Promise?”

You could only nod dumbly at him, causing a wide, tipsy smile to break out on his face. Swinging forward, Yuji smacked a fat, sloppy kiss on your lips before balancing himself on his feet once again and shutting your door behind him.

Despite your insistence on not being woken up the next morning, you still found yourself strolling out to the track with your bag in tow that morning. You had never really been a morning person, or a running person in general. So, when you started dating Yuji, he'd look up at you with those big, sparkly brown eyes and beg you to accompany him in the mornings. After coming to a compromise that you would just sit and watch, his metaphorical tail practically began wagging. Truthfully, the boy didn’t even care if you were running or not. He just wanted you to watch so he could show off a little. That first morning you sat in the grass, watching him intently as he zoomed past you on his fourth lap without so much as breaking a sweat— the way your mouth hung open slightly, impressed eyes following him deftly around the track— it was better than any pre-workout he’d ever lay his hands on.

It had become a morning routine of yours now to sit out in the grass as the sun was rising to watch him run. You would always bring a book or your laptop with you to make it seem as though you were busy with something. Whatever distraction it was typically ended up abandoned on your lap in favor of the way the muscles in your boyfriend’s back would ripple with every purposeful step he took, and he knew it too. So, you tried to sleep in that morning to nurse the tiny hangover that plagued you, but your body was already up and ready to be entertained at the crack of dawn.

As you leaned back onto the grass, allowing the barely risen sun to soak through your skin, you thought about what Yuji had requested of you the night prior. It’s not that you didn’t want to explore those things with him, but you couldn’t help but feel like he may look at you differently should your lack of experience come up. You’d had boyfriends in the past, not many, but two or three. They were all high school fads, boys you only ever saw in class or once a week in a bowling alley or movie theater. All that came from those flings were disappointing make out sessions and uncomfortable boob grabbing that were always abruptly halted with a rushed ‘this isn’t gonna work out’ from your frazzled lips.

When you began college, finding a boyfriend wasn’t exactly a top priority for you, but you certainly felt a bit more confident in your ability to pick them out with your older age. So, when Yuji Itadori stumbled toward your table at the campus cafe, still in his muddied up track uniform and giggly friends pushing him forward, the corny pickup line that fell from his lips actually worked on you. Maybe it was the goofy confidence on his face that appeared as though he really was convinced that it would work. Maybe it was his two friends that stood a few feet behind him observing with mortified expressions that said I can’t believe he just said that. Whatever it was, it made your heart skip a beat when you laughed boisterously in his face and, rather than being offended like he probably should have been, he laughed nervously along with you. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, just thinking about how he really didn’t intend that to be funny but whatever works, right?

It had been almost four months since that fated afternoon in the cafe, and the both of you couldn’t have been more happy that that dumbass line accidentally worked on you. But then again, it had been almost four months, and it had just never come up in conversation between you two. You were almost positive that Yuji was being sweet Yuji and didn’t want to rush you, but he could have sworn he was just too much of a dumbass to charm you into allowing him the privilege of sharing such intimacy with you yet.

Maybe it’d be better to just let it play out— let him take over and show you the ropes. Still, you couldn’t help the knawing anxiety in you that told you being a virgin at your grown age was definitely not attractive and would absolutely change things between you two. Groaning in frustration, you flopped back down onto the grass behind you.

“Sit up, you’ll get ants in your ears.”

Gasping in horror, you shot up with your hands pressed over your ears. Nobara snickered as she set her bag down to sit beside you. At the sight of the very woman who was to blame for this predicament you’ve been put in, you grumbled. Her glowing face scrunched up in question at your sudden attitude.

“I am never going to another one of your hangouts if I even smell a drop of alcohol in the vicinity.” You huffed, watching as Yuji circled around in front of you. Without stopping, a wide smile stretched across his cheeks upon seeing that you did come after all. Waving aggressively to you, he continued his run with a bit more of a pep in his step. He had an important audience now, after all. Smiling softly, you waved back at him.

“What a loser.” The red head feigned a gag, but there was an amusement in her eyes as she watched how eager her best friend was to impress you. Tearing her gaze from the idiot who was currently running at the speed of light in hopes his girlfriend was watching, she tilted her head at you. “And what did I do?”

“You got Yuji all horned up with that question about what I like in bed.”

“First of all, ew.” She blinked roughly as if trying to rid the image of her horny friend from her mind. “Second of all, what’s the issue? Is he seriously that bad at—”

“I’m a virgin, Kugisaki.”

She fell silent, blinking rapidly at the girl in front of her, who had grabbed at the redhead’s knees in exasperation. While you partly felt bad for putting Nobara in the awkward position of having to talk about her friend’s sex life in such a way, you couldn’t help it. Even when you were first introduced to her, you were silently thanking the gods that there was a girl you could talk to about these things, given you were a little bit of a loner yourself.

“You two haven’t…”

You shook your head desperately at her.

“And now he wants to know what I like in bed, and I don’t know. He’s gonna think I’m a loser, or I’m gonna be horribly disappointing in the sack, and he’s gonna—”

“Why don’t you just tell him all this?” Nobara suggested slowly, watching the way Itadori looked over at them with a fond smile as he passed them up once again. Now, she knew damn well Yuji Itadori was a total virgin with a capital V. She recalls him talking about finally having gotten a blowjob once, but that he was too drunk to remember it but it ‘totally still counted’. She wanted to help ease your nerves about your own inexperience, but she also felt it wasn’t her place to disclose such information to you.

“Because, he’s probably been with so many girls and knows so much more than me, and I just feel like a loser by comparison. I’m a loser, Kugisaki. A sad, virgin, loser.”

“This dude gets more pathetic the more I get to know him.” She seethed quietly with her pointer finger and thumb pressed against the bridge of her nose. “Listen, trust me, and be honest with him. Itadori seriously likes you, and if he finds out you’re holding out on him cause you’re scared he’ll think you’re a loser, he’s gonna be upset. Like sulking in the corner, growing mushrooms with his own fumes upset.”

“You think so?” You mumbled into your knee, toying with a blade of grass below you.

“Trust me, that idiot will be so excited to get you under him, he probably won’t even notice if you just rag-dolled it.”

The mental image made you laugh unabashedly, and Nobara smiled at your easing mood. She playfully elbowed your arm, leaning back on her hands as she regarded you in curiosity.

“And how has no one ever tried to get in your pants before? You got a chastity belt or something?”

Shaking your head, you looked down shyly. “I didn’t say they haven’t tried…”

“I knew it!” Nobara exclaimed as you shushed her desperately, watching from the corner of your eye as Yuji slowed his pace and began heading toward you two. “You were breaking hearts left and right before this loser came along, weren’t you?”

“Shut up!”

As you dragged yourself through your classes that day, you were mentally hyping yourself up to have that conversation with Yuji later. He typically stacked his classes in the mornings so his afternoons would be free for track meet and, of course, you. As you glanced down at the time in the corner of your laptop, your leg bounced anxiously. Would he really take it as well as Nobara made it seem?

Whenever you wanted more time to think, the stew, to just marinate in your own anxiety, time always seemed to move that much faster. Four o’clock rolled around faster than you had anticipated, and your feet seemed to falter with every step you took toward Yuji’s dorm. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door with the small key he’d given you a few weeks ago. Upon hearing the sound of the shower still running, your tense shoulders eased up a bit. Dropping your bag down in his desk chair, you flopped back onto his bed. You had a plan, you had your words prepared, you were ready to make this as normal and not awkward as possible.

As Yuji stepped out of his small, steam filled bathroom though, only clothed in his sweat shorts that barely covered his mid thighs, wet, pink hair clinging to his forehead, your plan suddenly went to shit. He smiled excitedly upon seeing that you were already there, but his pearly whites were the last thing you were focused on right now. Jesus, they don’t make men’s shorts long anymore? His tanned, defined runner’s thighs were practically on full display for you to drink in greedily.

“Is my dick hanging out or something?”

You were snapped from your trance by his brash question, looking up to find him staring down at his lower half in question before glancing back up at you curiously. Shaking your head with flushed cheeks and a smile, you laughed at his blunt tone.

“No, just like those shorts on you is all.”

“Oh, you do?” Yuji looked back down at himself once again with a shy smile before coming to lean over your spot on the edge of his bed. Your breath hitched when his knee came up to sink into the small space between your legs as he climbed over you, grasping the side of your neck in his hand. “I’ll wear them more often then.”

Without allowing you time to respond, he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You sighed contentedly at the feeling of his warm body hovering over yours. Brining your hands up, you allowed your fingers to graze over the rippling muscles of his thigh, your fingernails unconsciously grazing along the skin. He hummed against you, bringing his other leg up to rest beside you, effectively caging you between him and the bed.

“Did you—mmph,” The boy could barely tear himself away from you long enough to get his question out. Your free hand came up to run through his wet hair. “Did you think about what I asked you?”

You suddenly remembered why you were here in the first place.

“About that—” But he was everywhere, his lips moving to sloppily cover your cheeks in soft kisses, grasping your waist in his free hand. It began to creep up your shirt, until you felt the tips of his fingers graze the hem of your bra. You gasped and reached out to grasp his wrist. “Yuji, I wanted to— hah— t-talk to you about something.”

“‘M listening, babe.”

Somehow, with the way he had his pink head buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing and suckling the sensitive skin there, you highly doubted that. Still, he squeezed gently at your ribs in encouragement. His hand strained against your grip on his wrist as if aching to continue his exploration of your chest. You swallowed anxiously, the fingers that were woven in his drying hair tightened. Once that small moan escaped his lips, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Yuji, I’m a virgin.”

You felt his lips abruptly halt against you, and his hand stopped trying to fight against yours. Squeezing your eyes shut, you cringed at the crushing silence. Suddenly, you were just desperate to fill it and break the sudden tension.

“I should’ve told you earlier, but I was just kind of embarrassed, and I didn’t want you to think I was a loser or pathetic or something. I completely short-circuited when Nobara asked me about what I liked cause I just don’t—”

“Oh my god— thank god!”

Your rambling was cut short by his sudden, ecstatic proclamation. He sat up abruptly, pulling you into his lap as he moved to sit over the side of the bed. His hands came up to grip your cheeks in disbelief.

“I thought you were gonna expect me to be able to lay down some master pipe or something, oh my god— I can’t breathe.”

“Yuji!” Your bubbling laugh filled your chest, dispelling all previous anxiety quicker than you could have anticipated. For just a moment, you allowed his words to sink in in disbelief. “Are you saying—”

He cut you off with a small nod, his cheekbones flushing pink. With a timid smile, he ran his hands down your shoulders and arms to grasp your waist.

“Even if I wasn’t— I don’t care if the whole damn university has run through me— I could never think you were a loser. Not a bigger loser than me, anyway.”

As if the warmth in your chest couldn’t spread anymore, his sweet words only made that heat travel down south. Maybe it was his unwavering compassion, or maybe it was just that you could finally rest easy knowing you two were on even playing fields. Whatever it was, it had you crashing forward to meet his awaiting lips once again.

There was a newfound eagerness in your desperate kisses now. Something had shifted between you two, and it seemed as though a whole new area of one another was just unlocked. Your bodies were timid, unexplored— drawn toward the other. Though neither of you would likely admit it, it excited you both that each of you would be the first to experience one another in such a way.

“We can take it easy now, yeah?” He offered breathlessly between bruising kisses. The hands that were wrapped around his shoulders snaked down to explore the muscles that rippled underneath them. His back arched ever so slightly, mouth falling open in response to your soft caressing. “Take— ahh— our time.”

You hummed in agreement, but neither of you seemed too eager to ease up on your desperate pursuit. Yuji dipped his head down to press sloppy kisses over your collarbones. He almost ripped the neckline of your shirt in an attempt to gain more access.

“Exactly.” you whispered, already out of breath from the anticipation rising in you. Your head fell to the side to encourage his continued attack on your neck. Despite your agreement, you didn’t stop him when his hands sneaked under your top and threw it over your head.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuji groaned without an ounce of shame as he stared down at your bra-clad chest. He was eternally grateful that you had something on under there, because he was convinced he would have busted right in his shorts if he saw your bare tits with no preparation right now. Your cheeks burned under his intense gaze, and you instinctively moved to cross your arms over your chest. At once, his hands came up to cage your elbows at your sides, dipping down to press kisses to the plush pillows. A soft moan of surprise escaped you. Your boyfriend’s head perked up at the sound, and he looked at you with sparkling eyes. “You like that?”

Tongue tied, you could only nod wordlessly. Releasing his grip on one of your arms, his fingers set ablaze each inch of skin they traversed on their way up to cup your jaw affectionately.

“What else do you like, angel?”

It came out of you like word-vomit, all previous notions of apprehension and timidness lost on you under his fiery gaze. His brown eyes shone in a way that you swear you’d kill a man for should Yuji ask while batting those fluttery eyelashes at you.

“I like the way you hold me like that—” You babbled mindlessly, breasts arching into his chest. The boy thought his brain was going to fry right then and there, watching the way you were falling apart on his lap. “And I like the way your thighs look in those shorts—”

“Yeah?”

You would have kept going had it not been for his eager interruption, and you were partly grateful for it as you were positive you would have embarrassed yourself. Once again, you only nodded. He shifted under you, maneuvering you slowly to sit against his left thigh, a hand hesitantly coming up to press against your back. In an instant, you felt the taut muscles of his thighs flex beneath the thin fabric of your shorts. You gasped at the feeling, hands flying up to grasp his shoulders.

“Is- Is this okay?” Yuji questioned, uncertainty breaking through his voice that had suddenly lowered darkly with the lust that flooded him. Too flustered to even form a coherent answer, you leaned forward to kiss him once again. Moaning softly against you, the hand he had pressed against your back pulled you forward, encouraging you to grind against his tense muscle. A string of desperate whines slipped past your lips as he moved you against him.

Your boyfriend continued to push and pull at your waist until you found a rhythm of your own. Abandoning your supple skin, he reached down to palm himself through his shorts. The strain against the fabric was almost unbearable at this point, and your desperate little ruts against him were only spurring him on. Leaning back on his free hand, he watched you work yourself against him as he stroked his covered length.

You looked down at how his bicep flexed with each stroke. Reaching forward in a haze, you slipped your hand under his. A gasp choked its way up Yuji’s throat at the feeling of your comparably smaller hands clutching at him. You mimicked his movements with fervor, the heat in your core burning as you watched him throw his head back with a groan.

“Does that feel good?” You questioned hesitantly, breath picking up a bit as you felt the wet patch that began to form over the fabric of his shorts.

“Yes!” He gasped eagerly, grabbing your wrist to speed up your movements a bit. “Oh fuck.”

Your wide eyes stared at him in awe. His bare, muscled chest heaved before you. An inescapable urge had you leaning forward to bite into the firm flesh, a motion that had him jerking up into your hand. Noted.

“Babe, hold on. I’m—” he choked up when you began softly laying open mouthed kisses on the area you’d attacked with your canines. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, wait—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence. You looked down at where your hand was languidly stroking up and down his twitching member, noticing with parted lips how his pink tip was now poking out from his waistband. It glistened as the sun shining through the window hit its dripping surface. Without much thought to it, your thumb reached up to swipe at the weeping slit.

“Fuck, oh my god—” This time, he cut himself off with his own strangled moan. His fingers pressed into your hips and wrist with a bruising pressure, as if you might disappear mid-high and leave him gasping and crying to be graced by your touch again. His chest and neck flushed red as you felt his release spill over your hands and coat his abs that flexed in tandem with his unconscious thrusts.

You suddenly wished you had left your phone in your pocket instead of your bag so you could snap a picture of the way he looked at the moment. His chest heaved as he came down from his high, and he looked back down at you in a panic, cheeks ablaze.

“Shit— I’m so sorry!” Yuji began babbling mindlessly, staring anxiously down at the mess he’d made of himself and your hand. Embarrassed wasn’t a strong enough term. “You didn’t even finish— fuck, this is—”

“Yuji, it’s okay—”

“No, I just came in my fucking shorts. I wanted to…” his words drifted, and he held your cheek with his clean hand. “I wanted to have sex with you.”

A warm smile settled over your lips. Leaning into his hand, you pressed a kiss to his palm. “We can take our time, remember?”

He huffed quietly, looking up apprehensively at you from his lashes. The boy’s blown out, brown eyes took in the sight of your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, the way your breasts were rising and falling deeply against your chest. A mischievous smile fell over his once embarrassed face.

That’s how you found yourself on your back and on the edge of his creaking bed, legs swung over his shoulders and thighs pressed against his ears as he tried his hand— well his tongue— at a new skill. Your brows furrowed in concentration, trying to determine if it felt good or just kind of awkward. A small hum left you as you squirmed against him at the foreign sensation. Suddenly, his pink head was poking up from its spot between your legs to look up at you with those ‘Yuji-Special’ puppy dog eyes.

“I suck, don’t I?”

You quickly sat up on your elbows to meet his frantic gaze. His cheeks were burning red, chin covered in slick.

“No!” You insisted, but he wasn’t convinced, dropping his head against your stomach in agony. “Yuji, just… try again. I’ll tell you what feels good, okay?”

Rolling his shoulders back with determination, he went back in. He licked a long, hesitant stripe up your folds. As the tip of his tongue grazed your sensitive bud, you gasped quietly. Still, it was enough to have Yuji’s head perking up like a dog who just heard the rattle of his food bowl.

“Right there?” He questioned, his word mumbled with his tongue still pressed flat against you.

“Y-Yeah--”

Your instruction was cut off with another eager, rough swipe of his tongue against that golden spot he’d found. On instinct, your thighs clamped down against his head as a moan ripped through you. Against you, your boyfriend let out a moan of his own, responding to both the feeling of your warm, plush inner thighs pressing against his cheeks and the sound of your saccharine moan-- one that was solely his doing. It was a dopamine rush similar to that of which he felt on the field when you would watch him oh so encouragingly. It spread through his veins like a fire-- that burning desire for him to just impress his girl.

Like a man starved, Yuji’s tongue attacked your sensitive bundle of nerves with fervor, drool and slick dripping down his chin. You squealed at the sudden change of pace, the pressure of the foreign sensation weighing down on your chest as you writhed underneath him. It was too much- the direct, rough friction lapping so desperately against you that it was almost uncomfortable.

“Slow down!” You gasped out, your arms supporting you as you reeled away from his tongue’s attack. The muscle’s in his shoulders flexed as they wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place. He peered up at you with stars in his wonton eyes, wondering what the hell he could possibly be doing wrong now. “It’s too much, just-- like you’re kissing me, Yuji. S-Slow..” You could feel your cheeks burning at the sound of your own instructions, but the look in his eyes as the top half of his face stared determinedly up at you told you he was taking mental notes.

Humming firmly, his eyes slowly fluttered shut again, and he retracted his tongue from your core to replace it with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. You sighed contentedly at the feeling, your hand drifting down to thread through his hair. It felt as though he finally understood, and Yuji knew he couldn’t just chase your high without pace, without care. His movements were slow and deliberate now, allowing himself to enjoy it as well instead of being so concerned with pushing you over the edge so quickly.

Your jaw fell slackly open as he slowly reintroduced his tongue into the rauchy kisses he was working against you. The curve of his smile could be felt from your fold as he sensed the trembling of your legs against him.

“Like that, Yuji--” You whined softly, grasping at the roots of his hair to pull his face closer to you. It felt like he was molding to your core, becoming one with you. A tear fell down the side of your face at the intense intimacy of it all, and you were glad he was too occupied to notice. Gently swiping his tongue up from the entrance of your weeping chasm to the hood of your clit as his lips wetly circled the area, you noted that he really was acting as though he was simply making out with a different part of you. “Oh my god!”

You couldn’t see it, too lost in your own pool of pleasure to pay it any mind, but his eyes rolled back at the sound of your breathless whines. When your hips slowly began rocking against his face, he thought he may as well have died right there on the floor of his dingy dorm room.

“Is it good?” He mumbled against you, never once stopping his ministrations on your clit. It was a dumb question-- the boy knew it was good-- what with the way your grip was practically yanking the hair out of his scalp, pushing his face further into you until he was sure he would pass out from lack of oxygen (not that he would mind going out that way). Still, Yuji was desperate to hear you say it, to tell him how good of a job he was doing at pleasuring his girlfriend.

“So good--” You gasped, feeling the tingling in your toes, reaching up your legs and into your core. Your rocking against his face was desperate now, chasing your impending high with a fervor that would have embarrassed you had you even felt remotely conscious enough to notice. Your eager boyfriend was drinking it all in though, fingers coming up to grip at your hips and aid your frenzied thrusts on his face. You were making an absolute mess of his face, but you didn’t care, and lord knows he didn’t either. “You’re so good, Yuji!”

A forlorn whine ripped from his throat at your praise, and the vibrations it sent through your bundled nerves caused the dam to snap within you. Sitting up in a desolate haze, the fingers that had graced the top of his head came down the back of it, gripping the nape of his neck to hold him against you as you cried out his name once again. The heels of your feet dug into his back as you trembled through your high. His soaked lips continued to hungrily lap you up until you were crying out in sensitivity, clamping your thighs closed to stop him.

You were heaving out breaths, hunching over as your nails began softly scraping at the nape of his neck. Yuji’s face slowly came up from its place between your thighs-- a place he noted it should have been all along. Still on his knees, he stared up at you in a drunken daze, the lower half of his face glistening with evidence of your release. His pink hair stood up and stuck out in all directions as he panted up at you.

“Did I do good?”

That mental image was seared into the back of your mind as you tried to go one about the rest of your week. Each time that image flashed in your mind of your big, muscly boyfriend on his knees for you, eyes just pleading to be praised, your thighs would press together almost on instinct. It was that much more difficult to concentrate on any of your classes. You couldn’t confirm if you two’s impromptu intimacy was the reason for the sudden change in Yuji’s behavior, but you had a feeling. While he’d always been a bit clingy, he was now all over you; wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side each time you two met up with friends or on campus, dragging your chair closer to his by the foot wherever you went, stopping to plant a kiss on you each time he passed you on his runs. It was evident to everyone around you that something had changed between you two— what with the sudden clinginess and blushing looks from across the room.

As much as the both of you wanted, you didn’t have much of a chance to get eachother alone again though. Yuji’s track team had their annual relay race just around the corner, so he was caught up in practice and meets most of his free time. Still, it was the first big race that you would be attending of his, so you were excited despite the fact that it was taking up most of his time. It was a bit cool outside that morning, so you were bundled up in one of your boyfriend’s university sweatshirts as you made your way out to the crowded field. You could barely hear over the combined chatter of both your university and the competing school’s crowd. Looking around, slightly overwhelmed with the amount of hustle and bustle surrounding you, you nearly jumped out of your skin when hands bared down on your shoulders.

“Where were you! Yuta and Maki have been looking for you.” You relaxed upon hearing the familiar voice of your boyfriend over the crowd. Sighing in relief, you turned around to grasp onto his bicep as if the crowd might scoop you away. He was already beaming down at you, his sweat band pushing his hair away from his forehead. The tip of his nose and the tops of his cheekbones tinted pink with the cold air that nipped at his skin.

“Take me to them! I am so lost.” You pleaded as you dramatically batted your lashes up at him. An easy smile spread across his lips as he wrapped an arm around your neck to guide you through the crowd. “And shouldn’t you be getting ready with the team right now?”

“Had to make sure my girl had a good view first.” Yuji winked down at you upon seeing the bashful tint that spread on your cheeks. He turned you to face him as the two of you came up upon the stands, pointing up to where your friends were standing and waving you over. “Wait!”

You whipped your head back upon hearing him calling out to you from below.

“I don’t get a good luck kiss? No pep talk?”

“I didn’t wanna hold you up.” You laughed, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips from his spot on the ground. He grasped onto your chin to deepen it for a moment before reluctantly letting you go. Slightly breathless, you continued, “Right, pep talk. What do you want if you place, hm? Human Earthworm marathon? Revolving sushi?”

“Just you.”

His sincere words and intense gaze made you falter, remembering the way he looked between your thighs just days ago. Fingers tightening around his shoulders, your eyes ran down his face wantonly.

“Just me, huh?”

“Mmhm,” Yuji hummed, brown eyes soaking in the sight of you in his sweater, standing in the bleachers to cheer him on. “Nothing’ll motivate me more.”

“Better get to steppin’ then, Itadori.”

Yuji was sprinting like a bat out of hell. As he gained on Megumi, you could see him holler at him with his palm outstretched for the baton. His fingers curled around the wooden rod, and he was off. You could swear you saw his teammate’s raven hair fly back from the dust being kicked up by the boy already light years ahead of him.

“Jesus, what crawled up his ass?” Maki remarked in astonishment. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say his feet weren’t even touching the ground. He moved so fluidly, so swiftly, as though he was simply floating across the track. The other runners, you noted, had stern expressions of determination on their faces as they paced themselves through their legs. Your boyfriend though, as you watched him drift across the field, was lit up with pure thrill. It had an ecstatic smile spreading across your own cheeks. Standing up from your seat, you cupped your hands around your mouth to cheer him on. You almost wished you could feel some sort of push and pull, some kind of apprehension about whether or not he would make it, but the truth was, Itadori had already left all the other anchors in the dust. So, really, it was more of a formality when he hopped across the finish line, and the coach ripped the tag off his uniform to declare his team’s time.

Both Yuta and Maki flew up from their seats to clap, but their cheers were drowned out by those of the hollering crowd surrounding you. Your friends’ arms came around you in glee, but your gaze was still focused on Yuji, who’s team was now having their own celebratory rituals. Over the heads and shoulders of his bustling team, his gaze still found yours in the crowd. He raised the wooden baton to point it toward you, and with a wolfish grin, sent a wink your way as if to say this one was for you.

Lord help you when that boy got his hands on you.

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tarothouselattier · 10 months ago

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What is the feeling you evoke in people upon first observing you?

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Heyloo! This reading was inspired by me watching people on the red carpet of the golden globes, particularly Taylor Swift. I noticed that at first observation she is actually a pretty intimidating person. Unlike if you know her personality if you are a fan. Anyway, I found this detail pretty interesting, since it was a big contrast in my perception of her. I wanted to turn that into a reading. I guess you could say there’s little difference between this and a reading about first impressions, but I view first impressions as a thing for when you actually interact with the person, not just observe from afar. Hope you enjoy ❤️

*I stole all pics from pinterest*

Pile 1 👸

“It’s getting difficult”

You have been through some things but you have healed, and now you hold authority over yourself. A commending authoritative presence, who knows themselves.

People might have a feeling that they’re lacking in your presence. I kid you not, after I said that people feel like they’re lacking when in your presence the literal 5 of Cups - card of lack and loss came out.

You make them feel intimidated. Like you don’t have anything to hide and they do type of thing. Because you know yourself.

You make people feel like they’re not doing enough and they’re real disappointed in themselves😭 bro.

PILE 2 🐍

I saw a snake for your pile in my mind’s eye. Power vibe.

Like you have done a lot to be where you are. You are an introspective and inspiring person. No bullshit type of person. Very powerful energy from you. The kind of feeling, when everything has gone to shit, and you’re low, you are fearless enough to go within and find truth deep down. The truth of life. You know how and you WILL set things straight. Just a wave of power like that from you. I’m in awe.

PILE 3 🌹

Roses came to my minds eye. Your energy is very light and pleasant. Spicy and easy-breezy at the same time.

You give people a spark. You are a person light on your feet, flexible with your mind, imaginative, innovative, not afraid of a challenge. You excite people, they dare to dream and do things they normally would shy away from. You end their melancholy, doubt and bring hope.

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pannman · 11 months ago

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The Bet

Tw: nsfw, butt play, degradation sort of

Keep in mind I'm aroace very new to writing this kind of stuff

Angel dust x GN reader

Losing a bet to your boyfriend Angel Dust came with its perks. You had started making these bets to spice up your relationship. It started small. "If I beat you at cards you have to give me a kiss" but it soon got to be similar to a spicy game of Truth and Dare. And bet in particular got... intense. "One more game of darts babe, come on" Angel was making any excuse to keep the party going even though you were ready to call it a night. "No, you just don't wanna stop drinking and partying but you can do that without me." You reasoned. "It ain't as fun without you" he tried to sweet talk you. "How about we make a bet to make things more interesting?" He proposed. You knew what you were getting into. If Angel won you were going to be in for a ride but you couldn't help it. It turned you on just a little bit and excited you. "Okay fine. If I win... you have to top me." Your boyfriend Angel was more of a bottom and you were happy to take charge but there were times you wanted to be in opposite positions. "Deal. But if I win... I get to... decide your punishment at a later date." He said with mischievous grin. "Aw what? I don't even know I'm agreeing to... or are you just not that creative today?" You challenged. Angel scoffed clearly offended. "Are you kidding? You have any idea what I do for a living? Not that creative..." You held in a laugh because of how easily you got to him. "Nah, I just have a couple of ideas in mind and I just want some time to pick which one. Now do we have a bet or not?" He smirked. "It's a bet." You agreed. Too bad you suck at darts...

Angel didn't waste time rubbing it your face. "Aw you didn't have to lose on purpose that bad to help my ego." He teased. You gave a dirty look but with a playful smirk underneath. "Well, I'm going to bed now" you yawned. Angel didn't fight you this time. "G'night babe" you blew him a kiss as the elevator doors closed. The next few days went by like normal and you completely forgot about the bet. That is until Charlie announced that they were having a big fancy masquerade party and all of hell's most powerful and elite were invited. "You see, since my dad cut me off and Alastor doesn't have much use for money we are looking for some investors and this party will be our big attempt gain support." Charlie explained. Vaggie, who was a straight to the point kind of person, added to the conversation. "These people are some of Hell's most rich and powerful so everyone needs to be on their best behavior." You wondered what Angel thought of all this nonsense but when you looked over you caught him staring at you with a devilish look in his eye before he turned away quickly upon you noticing him. That evening you were deciding what to where when you saw him entering your room from behind you in the mirror. "That outfit is fire baby I would go with that one." He said gesturing to one of the outfits you had set aside. "Yeah, I like this one too." He smiled almost a bit too innocently. "I have just one note" he said. "Oh yeah and what's that?" You asked. "Don't go without this" you looked up to see he was holding a butt plug. "You think I'm gonna wear a butt plug to this thing?!?" You looked at him as if he was crazy. "I know you are. You lost the bet remember." Unfortunately you're memories came flooding back. "Damn it." You agreed to that stupid bet in the first place. And you should've known he was going to do something like this. You begrudgingly agreed and took it from him. "Here let me help you with that." He wasn't taking any chances as he took upon himself to insert it into your anus. It wasn't too big but it was gonna take some getting used to for a bit. It definitely felt weird walking around with something inside you. You got all dressed up and headed downstairs.

The party was filled with very high class demons. Some were hellborn nobles and others were sinner overlords. And even Lucifer himself was there despite the fact that he cut Charlie off. Although he didn't seem too pleased to be there. You tried to act normal despite what was going on in your rear and it started to feel a little better. You were still hyper aware down there but you were getting more comfortable with it. You floated around the room. You made small talk with a few demons here and there before you noticed Charlie was guiding her father Lucifer in your direction after introducing him to everyone else. You were quite nervous but you forced a smile. "And this is y/n. Y/n this is my father Lucifer." He didn't seemed interested in you as he coldly put out his hand without giving you a glance "pleasure" he said unenthusiastically. You went to shake his hand "pleasures all mi-" you gasped as you felt a strong vibrating sensation in your rectum. Lucifer definitely noticed and had a look of surprise. "Um the pleasuress.. all mine-SIR" the butt plug was set to an on and off setting where it would start buzzing and then stop. You felt your legs getting shaky as you tried to maintain your composure. Lucifer was aware you were acting strange, but in hell's name couldn't tell why. Charlie was more just concerned. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Yes I'm fine! Totally fine!" Charlie could tell you wanted this conversation to end so she did it for you. "I should show you the view from the balcony dad. It's breathtaking." She led him away as you sighed in relief for only a second when you noticed Alastor on his way over. WTF? You thought. "Hello, y/n! Pardon my intrusion but Angel told me you wanted to speak with me" that fucking asshole! You leaned on the table for support trying to make it look casual. "You KNOW whaaat, I.. I don't remember what was-must not have beennnn important" you smiled nervously hoping he would just go away but he didn't seem notice. "Well, that's odd. You'll have to let me know if it comes to you later. How are you enjoying the party?" You continued talking to him clenching your cheeks and leaning on the table desperately trying to hide the torture you were under. Finally Alastor was needed elsewhere and you were free. You needed to find Angel now! You scoured the room before spotting him at the bar casually sipping on wine engaging with Husk. You made you were having over having a difficult time walking. "Angel! We need to talk!" Angel just gave you a smirk. You were started to become infuriated "Angel this is serious. There's a lot of powerful demons here." Angel took a sip of his wine "so?" You sighed in frustration. "So... just pick something else for the bet please" you pleaded with him. "Alright. Alright." He said. You saw him pull out of his pocket just visible to you the remote. He pressed a button a few times. Suddenly you felt the most intense buzzing ever and almost fell to your knees before he caught you. You heard Charlie approaching in alarm. But Angel reassured her. "Nah, don't worry about it. They just had too much to drink. I'll take them up to their room." He practically carried you which definitely convinced everyone that you were drunk. They probably thought it explained your strange behavior through the night. He guided you up the elevator, past your room and into his room. He pushed you onto the bed and removed your clothes and the butt plug. After all the times you came really close to climax tonight you were in desperate need. "Time for you to accept your end of the bet" he whispered in your ear. You were in for a long night. And you weren't complaining.

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lokisbiiiitch1993 · 11 months ago

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Photography 🤭. Vid or photos. And it come up in like a truth or dare game.

Dirty Loki A- Z

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

Truth or Dare - Loki x Reader

Summary: It's been some time since Loki joined the Avengers / he still doesn't get along with every one ,But at least he had You and Thor

you were the first one who showed him Kindness and you were also the first who greeted and introduced yourself to Loki

He loves talking with you , teasing and annoying you - most of the time he is bored and just wants your Attention

so basically Loki has a Crush on you

Nsfw 🚨🔞⚠️

On your way out ,to go shopping for tonight's Game Night, you run into Thor excitedly you asked him "Hey Thor , good to see you, do you want some Snacks for later ? And ....ehmm do you know if Loki will join us tonight? It would be nice to have him with us " blushing you looked at him hoping he would say his Brother will be there but he answered "Lady Y/N I don't know but I will ask him later , that's kind of you I am happy with any Snack you will bring us " feeling a bit disappointed you left after saying till later

A hour later Thor knocked on Loki's Door ,after knocking a few times ,sounding like he was hammering ,Loki opened the Door annoyed - "What do you want, you noisy Oaf ??"

"I wanted to ask you if you will join us at tonight's Game Night?" Thor asked

"Why should I go ,no one would want me there" Loki answered bitter crossing his Arms

"Well ... Y/N will be there" Thor responded with a grin

Hearing your name made Loki smile and think of you - he shouted "Alright" and closed the Door

A few hours later everyone gathered in the Living Room, you were happy that Loki showed up and the others were surprised , displeased and some didn't care . Walking over to him you told Loki happily " I am glad you came - come you can sit next to me "

"Alright, everyone is finally here .....What do you all want to play" you hear Tony say - someone shouted Truth or Dare - the others started to argue and discuss - till you tried to calm them down and said let's play truth and dare now and we can play card games or board games later .

After explaining the Rules - the others said you should start - "Ok ... Tony , Truth or Dare" - he answered fast "Dare " ... With a grin you said " I dare you to send me some Money because I am broke " everyone laughed

Some time later the Truth and Dares went from funny to spicy real fast like the one where Thor had to sit without a Shirt ,Bucky had to kiss Natascha and now Natascha dared Loki to send his Crush Nudes - seeing him looking confused you explained it to him ,whispering in his Ear

He answered I understand and went to his room.

Five minutes later your phone was vibrating, you got a message, looking at it for a second you closed it as fast as possible worried someone would see the picture -you pressed your phone against your Chest ,blushing like crazy and the others started laughing at your reaction.

A moment later Loki was sitting beside you again , you didn't even notice him walking in

Unable to look at him any longer ,without Dirty thoughts - of his majestic Dick ... about touching his Abs and running a finger up and down his length and riding him - you tried to ignore him but Loki figured you out and started teasing you he whispered in your Ear "Darling,did you like the Picture?" "Lokiii please ,Stop it " you answered shy with red cheeks

Suddenly Thor shouted impatiently "Brother,now it's your turn to ask someone Truth or Dare "

"Alright, Brother ....well .. Y/N truth or Dare ?" He said with a smirk

"Truuuth no Dare ...Truth ..omg ...I can't decide ...I don't know " you are nervous

Loki starts liking this Game seeing your Reactions , he has so many Truth and Dares for you but he would like to ask them when you both are alone , when you feel comfortable without anyone listening.

Holding your hand he said softly "Darling,Truth or Dare? "

"Dare " you answered staring at him

"I dare you to go to my Room with me " he answered

Standing up , you said Goodnight to the others and walked out with Loki Hand in Hand.

In Loki's Room ....

Should I continue 🤔

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matthewswifeee · 3 months ago

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Truth or Dare

When a game of truth or dare turns into round two for you and Matt...

THIS IS MY FIRST STORY ON HERE LMK IF YALL WANT MORE... . . .

It was a typical night here in Boston for you and your group of friends which consisted of the five of you getting food, watching movies, playing games and having fun silly conversations. Tonight you guys picked some random movie that just came out on Netflix and it was really not good at all.

"This shit is so boring" Chris states and we all agree. "Lets watch something else" Nick suggests picking up the TV remote. "No" Matt says grabbing the remote from Nick and causing a mini argument. "How about we play a game or something" Nate says trying to get the two of them to stop.

"What do yall wanna play" Nick asks looking at Chris, Nate and myself. Chris and I both turn our heads to Nathan since he's the one who suggested we play a game in the first place. "Mmm... truth or dare" Nate says and we all agree. We have a box of truth or dare cards since every time we play we tend to ask each other the same things over and over.

"Nick you start" I say placing the two decks of cards in front of the five of us who are circled around the table. "Truth" he says and Chris picks up the card and reads it. "What is you biggest regret" Chris reads and we all kinds laugh given that that's the first question. "Probably being a triplet" he states jokingly making Matt and Chris bot roll their eyes as Nate and I laugh with Nick. "You're an idiot" Matt says shaking his head at Nick.

"(Y/n) truth or dare" Nate asks. "Dare". "Ok um- oh" Nate says not reading the card aloud. "What" Matt says taking the card out of his hand the he chuckles and reads the card. "Share a spicy photo with the group" Matt reads showing the rest of us the card. I shrug my shoulders and pull out my phone looking for a photo that wasn't to much to show them. I show them a picture of me in a pink lace set then we move on with our game, I mean what's the big deal they see me in a bikini all the time.

We play for a while with some pretty crazy questions coming out of the truth deck with some questionable dares as well.

"Ok ok I pick truth this time" I say trying to get the boys to stop complaining about the fact that I've picked dare this entire time and haven't answered any questions. "What was the best and worst part about losing your virginity" Nick reads off the card, I was a little hesitant at first since the guy I lost it to is sitting directly across the table from me. "Hello" Chris says as I just sit there blank faced.

"Hmm best part was that he made me feel like safe and as comfortable as I could've been.... and worst probably the sex in general but it was also his first time too" I answer and my eyes quickly dart across the table to Matt whos face is a bit red, probably because I just answered that about him. Nate knew about Matt and I hooking up but Chris and Nick had no clue.

We eventually stopped playing truth or dare and all went up into Chris' room to play fortnite. We all were taking turns playing the game with each other and Matt slips out without any of the other boys noticing. I decide that its best if I go and check on him just to make sure he isn't mad about earlier.

"Hey are you ok" I ask stepping into the open door way across the hall from Chris' room. "All good" Matt responds with a light smile. "Can I sit down" I ask and he nods his head so I shut the door and sit down on his bed. "You ok" Matt asks looking up from his phone. "Yea...yea im good, I just um.. I wanted to make sure you weren't upset about what I said earlier" I say trying my best not to make things weird. "Its fine, I know I could make you scream now" He say nonchalantly making my eyes go wide, shocked at the words that just came out of his mouth. "What" he says turning off his phone and tossing it on the bed somewhere as he places his hands on my thighs.

We both lean in and share a long hungry kiss, "Well lets see" I say as Matt pushes me back on to his bed. He quickly gets up and locks the door before hovering over me and reconnecting our lips. He slowly starts to trail rough kisses down my neck to my boobs. He starts lightly sucking on one of my breasts while holding down my hips with his hands and my hands find their way to his dark messy hair.

"M-matt" I moan slightly and feel him smirk against me and start sucking a little harder. "Let's get this off" Matt says before pulling the tight black tank top over my head and tossing it somewhere but keeping my bra on. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my blue fresh love sweatpants and slides them down then starts rubbing me through my panties.

"Look at you soaked already and I didn't even do anything" he huffs while looking down at me. I look up at him and see nothing but lust in his big blue eyes. He kisses me one more time before moving back between my legs. "I cant wait to taste you again" Matt says as he takes me underwear off and throws the somewhere. He spreads my legs far enough apart to shove his face between them and start licking my pussy. He shakes his head in an attempt to get further in between my legs which makes me arch my back pushing myself closer to him. Unlike the last time Matt ate me out he is so confident in his movements and knows exactly what he doing making me a moaning mess. I continue to moan loudly until Matt pulls away.

"You have to be a good girl and stay quiet unless you want everyone to hear you" he says looking up at me, I try my best to keep quiet but I literally can not I've never felt this good before. "That's it" Matt says as he pulls away away from my heat. "Get up" he says helping me stand before pushing me on to the edge of the bed on all fours. "Since you cant shut the fuck up" Matt says grabbing a pillow and putting in beneath my head. "Ass up" he says making me arch my back and he pushes my face into the pillow as he slowly slides into me.

He begins to slowly thrust into me with his hands gripping my waist. With every thrust and starts going faster and faster hitting my g-spot every single time causing me to moan in extreme pleasure. He grabs a handful of my hair pulling me toward him so that now my back is almost resting on the front of his body, he then wraps his other arm around me and starts rubbing my clit. "Fuck Matt" I continue to moan loudly. "I-I'm I'm gonna cum" I yell barely getting out the words. "Not yet baby" Matt grunts in my ear.

He then flips me over and pushes me onto the bed on my back before lining himself up at my entrance and quickly thrusting back into me feeling even better then before. "Fuck (y/n) you feel so good" he moans in my ear making me want to cum even more. "Look at me" Matt says pressing his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes as I continue to almost scream underneath of him. "Cum all over my dick" he says giving me permission. "OHHH MATT" I moan loudly. "Come on baby cum for me" he says pressing down on my lower stomach making me finish feeling different then I ever have before. He thrusts a few more times making my entire body shake from how overstimulated I am. He continues to stare into my eyes before I hear him let out a loud moan and I feel him fill me up with his cum.

"Well you definitely weren't screaming my name last time" He says out of breath. "And you definitely didn't sound like that last time" I say covering myself with the blanket on his unmade bed. "Didn't know you were a squirter.. that wat hot" he says pulling my leg over top of his naked torso as I feel my cheeks heat up." You were so good (y/n)" Matt says as I lay my head on his chest.

Next Morning**

I wake up still naked in Matt's bed cuddled up with him, I grab my phone to look at the time and see that its almost 2pm. "Matt wake up" I say shaking him a bit before I see his eyes open. "Its the middle of the day" I say as he rubs his eyes. I get up and find all the my clothes then I get dressed and wait for Matt to get dressed before going downstairs with him.

"Yall really couldn't shut the fuck up last night" Chris says and I feel nothing but embarrassment knowing that they all heard me literally screaming Matt's name. "Had to redeem myself" Matt says shrugging his shoulders and opening the refrigerator.

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smemento · 3 years ago

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Omg whoever that sent in that ask on a survivor reader being smort enough to kill the killers yet still play the position of prey has the best ideas cus now I wanna see that for all the killers. Like dang. The way you wrote their interactions with the Trapper, Ghostface and Shape is really gucci owo

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Entity give that survivor reader “special privileges” or sth because of how well they understand and play the game, even more so because I get the feeling this kind of reader might be one of those who are smart enough to figure out how to leave the Entity’s realm. So the Entity might be tempted to make a bond with said reader to keep them trapped with it while also exerting more control over what they might reveal.

Sorry for the long ass post haha been stewing over the idea of having a cunning trickster like survivor reader for a while. You know like those kind of ppl who somehow manage to outwit demons or other supernatural creatures when it comes to making deals or playing games of a sort. It kind of switches up the whole usual prey-predator dynamic in a spicy way which makes it interesting to think abt. :3

I’m glad you enjoyed it! And whoever the person was I do thank them as well, as I thoroughly enjoyed the idea! Read more info below of my own ideas ab that!

(Also don’t hesitate to send me long posts, whether it be for requests, talking about one/ideas, I really do enjoy talking to people!) vvv

We all know The Entity is smart enough not to pass up something such as an authentically intelligent survivor. Especially one who knows of the supernatural and the way it works. If the reader was to be able to find an escape, they’d be the one to have the upper hand, using their knowledge as leverage to get what they want. It’d also be a big casualty for her with the loss of one or all survivors, both for entrainment and studying purposes.

With that being said, a ‘bond,’ would definitely be placed on the table. The Reader and Entity probably share each other's secrets with the belief that neither would dare rat the other out. Which, if you're being smart, you wouldn't try something like that. As the Entity is the darkness that lurks in the shadows of your surroundings and within the crows.

Of course, even if she did betray the reader I don't doubt that it was nothing but lies being shared. As if you play your cards right, there is no point in exposing your truth and manipulating your enemy to learn theirs. So all of the info would be false or part of these fairytales.

I've thought about it once before that there's a possibility that The Entity does have a weakness. Which, if we involve the need for sacrifices it's probably some sort of necessity of death for power. Meaning that's why she might be so disappointed when a Slasher either kills with their weapons or gets little to no hooks during a trial.

As no finishes done by their skill doesn't count as a direct sacrifice. No sacrifice = no power.

(I take it as the soul = power as well, so when Survivors are determined to survive their soul is stronger. Meaning their sacrifices are more valuable which is why more gifts may be given. //It’s a big reason why leaders are authentically important in trials//)

If you were able to figure that out (whether it be that or another idea), you would be something that she thoroughly can't risk getting rid of. As even if you tried there's a stubbornness in your soul that will possibly lead you back to the Realm. That's a risk that would ruin their entire life(s) work.

To you, it is a win as you’ll probably be able to force more blessings (luck) over your head.

POSSIBLE SKILLS:

I’ve talked about a skill that utilizes the fog and sight of bonds, ‘See Evil,’ as it was called. It’d probably be the most helpful and maybe even shocking thing to experience the first time around, probably a sudden trigger during one of your trials against some random killer. It wasn’t really thought out other than just some sort of sight thing for stealth.

I’ve also thought of something like ‘OVERWHELM’, ‘Apex Predator’ or ‘Intimidate.’ (Name/Rename it as you wish). It’s a skill usually used when going against Slashers but can sometimes be triggered with strong emotions. (That meaning you can cause the heartbeat sort of sound and/or Spine Chill to trigger).

The skill allows a sudden switch of roles or feeling of overbearing fear to flood over anyone in your proximity or whoever may had made eye contact with you. This completely freezes those nearby for a couple of seconds. (Time, Ability + Other, depends on mastered level)

This also gives the reader the ability to overpower those who may have strength gained by the entity. (Which would be the only real reason the reader could kill someone a authentically stronger (w & w/o their buffs). ex: Pyramid Head, Nemesis, Oni)

But, I also never really think the Reader could kill those stated even without their buffs. Especially Pyramid Head (as he is canonically one of the strongest) if it doesn’t involve the entity’s help. However, if the reader is smart I don’t think they would even try to kill The Executioner or provoke him. It’s a death-wish waiting to happen due to his abnormal free will from The Entity.

General || The Reader

With the skill and wits of survival, death is something that is probably to never be expected of you. Even if you have a bond or connection with the entity, you know you can limit your abilities, both in knowledge and soul. However, a sacrifice (certain death), is out of your control.

That being said you're a shuffled deck that has Lady Luck practically praying to you.

This doesn't mean you've never experienced death before. If you are taking a sort of Hunter! Reader into play, I don't doubt that they‘ve experienced possession, exorcisms, death, hell, and things similar. Just another book of knowledge that makes them a better survivor.

I know you probably weren't expecting this! But I do like the concept of a powerful reader. Not entirely in the means of magical abilities, though just life-changing knowledge. Many people, if they were thrown into the realm, would highly give up on the means of escape. That is simply the form of reality. However, if you can write about a reader who dwells in fear just enough to seem understandable then have them branch into surviving, then do it!

#I might write a story like this in the future if people are interested //#˗ˏˋ smwrites #˗ˏˋ smw: deadbydaylight #˗ˏˋ smementowrites #dbd #dead by daylight x reader #dbd writer #sm. talks

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diedbutterflies69 · 3 years ago

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Will you stay?- Bang Chan imagine.

Contains: friends to lovers au. , Divorce, smut, fluff, blindfolding, oral sex, explicit sexual stuff etc . Minors don't interact.

Never once on your life, you thought you could get your shit together and laugh genuinely at the worst in world. falling out of love is worse but it's even more worse if it's your it's not you who fell out of love. Married at 22 and the honeymoon phase hardly lasted for a year and by the age of 26 got yourself labelled as a woman who sabotaged her own marriage in thirst of money. Your ex husband was bitter about your success even before you got married. He thought as a woman, you just did bare minimum and got yourself a high positioned rank by sleeping with one of the rich rags. You tried hard enough to hold on to that rotten red string , but he had the scissors and just cut you off. You weren't willing to sacrifice your career just because of his Immature mindset, yes you loved him, but can't a women love her own hard achieved success more? That's the question you wished to ask everyone who pointed there fingers at you. After divorce you didn't feel pain just numbness. Your self-hatred coming more stronger than ever, even hating the job, you tried Saving since years, getting life on track seemed impossible and at the end just quitted. Moved out of the city just to move back to your home town, the root of your real pain. It wasn't really a town but rather a more flashy city, expensive shits which you were unable to afford in childhood but now it wasn't any big deal. Earth is round and sometimes precious people find you all by themselves. Your highschool friend, the only friend you had throughout your lifetime because of your anti social tactics.

Bang Chan, the social butterfly who almost knew every single student in whole school, he was the hottest guy you ever saw in your life and also the kindest. You had crush on him even before you both were friends, he was your senior,used to help you with those shitty math sums, crack jokes every now and then and scolded you whenever you procrastinated. He came to congratulate you even on your graduation day, even though there were many more students whom he met you were still glad atleast someone bought you a beautiful bouquet of tulips and bellflower. The last time you saw him was before you moved out in search of cheap collages without informing him, as you thought you were just one of many friends he had and won't ever notice someone like you existed.

But god, how much wrong you were.

You met Chan after almost 9 years in convince store and his reaction was almost priceless , like finding treasure. He was now more handsome, beautiful and god-like even after all this years his style of dressing didn't Changed much, he still looked like Kim Kardashian at 2021 met Gala. nevertheless his smile still had those healing properties with his Cresent moon eyes. He was absolutely stunning.

The first sentence he spoke after confirming your identity was 'I missed you' and then tons of lectures and questions . Knowing how narrow-minded you were he gasped dramatically. Cheesiest ways of saying how could I forget my best friend and so on. That day was probably the best day of your life and maybe even the day after years you really smiled. You both exchanged numbers and addresses and his home was just 10 minutes away from yours. Destiny indeed.

Now it's been over 7 months since you met Chan again and he never made you felt like you were just one of his 109 friends. Chan made you feel special, after knowing what kind of disaster you faced he was even more supporting of you, you both used to spend weekend together watching variety of shows and movies going to stargazing, best friend goals. After many years you knew even if Chan had many people to confide with he never really did. He was alone, just a night owl obsessed with work. You were happy. And he was happy too. Being just friends was enough for you, but not for him . He was slowly trying to find courage to confess his love to you. He liked you fuck from highschool days. He found you once randomly staring at him across the room and when you suddenly disappeared all his fantasies were scattered, he knew your dreams and was willing to help you with your every step. knowing how messed up your household was from your neighbours he felt guilty for not being able to give you happiness. He loved you, but was helded by his own insecurities.

Not anymore though, he wasn't the same coward who just stared at the love of his life from distance. Being the extra human he was, he bought you one of the most expensive restaurant of the whole country, man was loaded. After driving for almost 5 hours you both finally reached there .

Now a nervous Chan sitting infront of you. You being oblivious to the fact that he has a beautiful diamond ring and a confession to make. Chan handed you the menu card and every single dish had an extraordinary name, without much thought you placed the order.

"atleast tell me now, why are we here?" You asked the man infront of you who was behaving extra weird today, he looked sick and was occassionally asking you random questions.

"No reason, I was in mood for long drives and... You know have a nice meal" Chan said fidgeting with his fingers he was acting like a flustered high school guy it was clearly indicating that he was lying but you didn't really care, Chan was weird sometimes.

"Sounds fake, but okay. By the way you aren't sick right?" You asked Chan out of pure concern as he was sweating profusely even in an cold AC room.

"I am fine, just feeling a little hot. Don't worry", Chan said it was more like he was convincing himself that he was fine and shouldn't worry. He wasn't a teenager but a human with responsibilities who once again fell for someone out of his league, he used to think that and he still sees you as a literal goddess. While he was lost deep in his thoughts, the waiter came with food , and this was his opportunity to shoot his arrow. You both started eating and talked like being in paradise.

"did you liked anyone in highschool?", Chan asked you out of blue making you almost choke on food. The only person whom you liked throughout your highschool days was the guy sitting infront of you and you didn't really remembered much guys and the best answer was probably saying a lie with little truth.

"no one lol", you answered trying to sound chilled but since highschool crush topic was out you weren't able to keep your curiosity with yourself.

"What about you, liked someone?", You asked trying to sound nonchalant and not desperate and bitter.

This was the Exactly the conversation that Chan planned in his mind. And here started his way to either heaven or pit of rejection.

"I loved someone", Chan said and you this time you really choked from the depth of your heart, you thought Chan was anti romantic type of guy as he never talked about of his female friends with you or bragged about his non existent dating life. Trying again to not sound jealous or bitter you spoke again.

" Who was that lucky bit-- I mean girl yes girl? Who was she?", You asked, almost letting out the bitch loudly. You weren't sure but you saw Chan smiling cheekily, he was really getting old acting weird more and more everyday.

"Well... Someone from our school",Chan said and you swear you didn't made a disgusting face showing pure jealousy. The best human in your life and your first ever crush had crush on somebody, you didn't knew why you were feeling so fucking bitter but you weren't able to handle the curiosity anymore.

"Tell me her damn name", you asked Chan in a frustrating tone not being able to keep jealousy to yourself.

"Why you being angry", Chan asked followed by his small laugh.

"I am angry, just the food was a little spicy you answer me now, her name?", You answered Chan with your defenses up and still sticking with your previous question.

Chan in response got a little serious now,you thought he was being childish now, he wasn't a kid who was given a dare to name out his crush yet he was acting like one.

"You won't leave me right, I mean after I answer your question?", Chan asked you and you didn't knew what to say in response you were now a little sus about him.

"fine don't answer, keep secrets", you said and continued eating. The next thing Chan said made you now choke and die on food.

"I loved you and I still love you" Chan said looking down at the table head hanging down like his teenage self just confessed he watched porn infront of his parents. You were shocked, frozen and the your heartbeat 10x faster, you didn't knew how to react and tried to find humor in this extraordinary situation.

"Chan, you kidding right?", You asked Chan with a nervous smile on your face. Chan looked up at you , his eyes trying to find yours but you avoided the eye contact.

"I am serious, I liked you from HighSchool times, I saw you for the first time in library when you were looking at me, I swear you were so beautiful and even now after all this years after seeing you I can't, I can't help but fall for you all over again, sorry"

Chan confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability his sentences were scattered here and there and incomplete explanation but still you understood everything he really poured his heart to you, you felt like crying even if you both weren't such stupid cowards back then, then today you won't have turned out a divorced women and Chan a guy who grew out lonely even if he had a world for him.

"What should I say Chan?", You asked Chan you were sounding like a girl whose bf told her to breakup even if the situation was exact opposite. Even if you love Chan , you didn't think about him reciprocating same feelings back to you. You were beyond insecure with your love emotions. One thing was sure you won't be able to love Chan without being a bundle on him. Your emotion Baggage was too big and you didn't want Chan to get his heart too with your stupid emotions.

"I love you and I will be really really good to you. Please try staying with me I will try really hard to earn space in your heart, please?" His confession was like literally begging. You weren't able to believe if he was real or not, if it was a dream that will end as soon as cruel morning comes, this felt like fantasy. Chan was a amazing man, he had everything money ,honour ,beauty a nice heart. He was like a character written by women so perfect so delicate yet strong, and he loves you this fact was enough for to lose your mind. but you thought you were a taint to his beauty, you were a character full of inferior complexes and a person too easy to dislike thats what illusion you made about yourself. A random extra in her own story.

"I will pay the bill, let's talk later", you said and walked away immediately to pay the bill leaving a clueless and disheartened human behind. Chan was able to see how you stopped yourself from saying love you too and throwing yourself in his arms. He wasn't same from HighSchool a guy who gets overwhelmed by his own emotions and gets unable to see others. He knew you had atleast a small space for him in your heart and to make a big room for himself he had to throw out all your insecurities and self hatred. He followed you like a lost puppy and he wanted to pay for food but you already did and now you were already out of restaurant searching for his car to get back.

Chan sitted beside you, without doing anything silence and awkward air surrounding you both.

"start the car", you said breaking down the silence, you were extremely worthless and trash as you made the only one person whom you love feel like nothing.

"Just answer me, will you try dating me please", Chan said his voice again passing draggers into your heart. Trying to form any logical explanation you spoke again.

"I am not looking for relationship right now, see Chan you are amazing, but I can't make you happy now and did you forgot that I am divorced, please understand" you said expressing your real insecurities and fear, fear of not being able to keep a man happy.

"you don't want relationship because you divorced that fucking trash of a man?", Chan asked he was getting frustrated you thought but he just wanted to make you happy and not deny what your heart wants.

"my mind isn't stable, I might just irritate you everytime with my mood, you will will get tired of me and leave me -- I don't want to be alone again I will die if you leave me", you confessed tears threatening to fall out of your eyes there wasn't any doubt that you loved Chan he filled the void in you in just months made you happy but you didn't wanted to just take and take and give nothing in return. Chan's hand found yours interlocking your fingers with so much delicateness that you might cry.

"you think so low of me, just stay by my side I will make you so happy that you will hardly get time to think about your past, trust me", Chan said his fingers slightly lifting your chin up to look into your eyes, you looked in his eyes filled with so much care and this was your last straw before breaking down in his arms.

"I love you, I love you so fuckin much, you were my first love my only friend, my everything, please-- please love me", you confessed tightening your arms around Chan, his scent making you feel safe and like home, his one caressing your hair and other wiping away the tears. Even though the scene was more like a dramatic clique scene whatever emotions you both felt was unexplainable.

"So you my girlfriend now hmm?"Chan asked you for first time in night his voice containing pure happiness and excitement.

"I have a sexy boyfriend", you said smiling from ear to ear against Chan's chest. The label boyfriend making your heart flutter, you didn't knew happiness like this can even exist.

"My love", Chan said his voice sweeter than honey, suddenly the night was more starry."now can we go home?" You asked Chan finally breaking the hug, reality hitted you now Home was 3- 4 hours away.

"I made a reservation in hotel, we gonna spend night there", Chan casually said making your heart jump out of your chest.

"pervert, you planned everything seriously", you said dramatically and giving him a playful digusting look.

"I booked two rooms", Chan said now starting the engine making you feel embarrassed. "Who is pervert now~" Chan said in air teasing you more.

The rest of the ride you both talked about anything and everything. Confessing how you used to find ways to always be in each others vision etc. Both of you finding a new thirsty side of each other. Nothing felt uncomfortable, it was happiness those inhumane laughs crazy tricks you both used to pull everything was heaven. After some time you both reached infront of a gaint hotel , it looked expensive af but regardless Chan knew how to waste money and you were tired of lecturing him about savings.

"let's go", Chan said removing your seatbelt and getting out of car to open the door for ya. He was being so cheesy gentleman and you were enjoying every minute.

"room 42 and 43" Chan said to the receptionist and she handed two keys to him. Thanking her then getting on elevator, you were a little disappointed that you weren't sharing room with Chan, yes you were pervert and total simp for Chan, he was too hot and your sexual drive was getting higher each passing second. The elevator doors opened and you got off. Chan handed you the room key and softly kissed your forehead, both you wished it was your lips.

"if you want anything, just knock okay?" Chan said in his lovely tone, I want you you internally screamed, nevertheless you gave him a nod and got inside that expensive room .

Starring at the ceiling while lying on the bed your mind was full of Chan, you knew he wasn't probably sleeping and was wasting time in watching random shit on internet and you were hungry, hungry for Chan, it wasn't your fault that Chan was so hot. Trying to fall asleep and fidgeting here to there you finally decided to knock on Chan's room door. A danger zone. You noticed how the door flunged open in less than few seconds.

"Hi" you said scratching back of your head and trying to think what next to say.

"Hi..?"Chan said being confused.

"there is cockroach in my room, let me stay with you" you said a clear white lie. Taking impulsive action were never good for you.Chan sighed before opening the door fully and signalling you to come. This was your happiest day ever.

"whY you lying", Chan asked you as you plopped yourself on sofa besides bed. He asked the sentence in a sarcastic way.

"Do you you wanna kiss me?", You asked Chan with a straight serious face catching him off-guard, you didn't wanted to waste more time, you wanted to do everything with Chan, yes fucking on first day of dating was a little too early but you fantasized about this gorgeous man since ages, in your eyes he looked total dom but his reaction to your question was making you doubt your thoughts.

"Are you sure", Chan asked you clearing his throat.

"Are you virgin?"you asked Chan, he was being too nervous.

"Obviously not"Chan answered you in duh tone, rolling his eyes. And it was getting awkward.

"The cockroach must have gone by now I should go, bye", you blabbered and got up ready to leave, you were about to open the door but Chan grabbed your hand and before you knew anything his hands were on your cheeks cupping them softly and his lips so close to yours, Chan's eyes were looking straight in your orbs , your heartbeat stronger than ever.

"Can I?", Chan asked your consent his thumb softly brushing against your lower lip. This man had totally made you insane, something stirred inside you. Chan was perfect he was everything you wished. You gave him a small nod and slowly his lips touched against yours, you wanted to cry, his lips felt so good, he didn't rushed his movements everything was happening in slow motion, he holded you with such a vulnerability like he was afraid that you will go, your hand reached his head, fingers moving through his soft locks. You felt his tongue inside your mouth , you felt a electricity run down your body when the kiss deepened.

We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.

Breaking the kiss Reluctantly in need of air, Chan rested his forehead against yours. He was hot almost like burning, sweating.

"Why are you so nervous, Chan?", You asked Chan hugging him tightly clinging like the last leaf to the tree.

"I am scared, I just love you", He said engulfing you in his arms. And you Finally felt, what real love feels like.

"Love you too", you replied softly.

"Do you wanna continue..?"Chan asked you his tone little less scared.

"Off course", you said looking at him with smile, something inside you told it was okay to let out your freaky side infront of Chan. Chan smiled back and suddenly turned you around , the large bed infront of you.

"Lie down there",Chan whispered in your ears , his low register sending shivers down your spine. This was exactly how you pictured Chan to be, your inner submissive almost died. You followed Chan's word and laid on your back on the bed, now you were feeling like a virgin. His eyes roaming through the room in search of something.

"Are you okay with being blindfolded?", Chan asked you as he came back with the tie he wore today and was rolling it slightly in his palms, and you swear you never saw a man so hot in your entire life. Getting blindfolded was one of your unfulfilled kinks.

"ye- yes", you replied your tone filled with thrill and excitement. Chan came back to you standing near you, his hand softly cupped your cheeks , before bringing the tie to use it in sinistrous way tonight. The cloth felt strange to your eyes, his cologne smell hitting you and Chan caught your shy smile, His heart felt so fluffy. Tieing a comfortable knot Chan sat on bed near your waist. His hands slowly crept near your stomach leaving a direct lingering touch on the sensitive skin, eventually going upwards while giving a little squeeze to add stimulation, his hands reached your boobs, you didn't wore bra, and he wasn't surprised maybe your nipples perked up enough to get noticed, his middle and index finger Rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves, the blindfold making his every touch more intense, your breath was heavy you let out a suprised moan when Chan gropped your right boob in an erotic way, this sole action increasing your wetness down there you were getting impatient. You moaned his name a little loudly when his lips came in contact with your sensitive neck, sucking in a painful way, inorder to leave a hickey.

"Should I touch you here", Chan asked you as his hand reached to your area where you needed him to the most, hands going directly inside your panties ,but not touching he was a teaser.

"yes please", you moaned almost breathlessly too tired of intense foreplay. You just wanted Chan to rip off your clothes and fuck you till sunrise. Getting satisfaction with your answer Chan finally removed every clothing of your lower body, leaving you completely bare, all at his mercy. His finger moved up and down on your opening , the wetness making Chan easily slip his one finger deep inside you.

" my baby is so wet, because of who?", Chan asked you as his finger was moving slowly inside of you and thumb rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"because of.. you", you admitted without any hesitation trying to grind yourself on his hand, begging for more.

"Good", Chan said and without saying anything he added another finger inside you moving a little faster inside your cunt, rubbing your walls with a little pressure, scissoring them inside you painfully and making way for a third finger too and by then you were a complete moaning mess, his fingers were pleasure yet torture the blindfold making your senses weak. Mind full of whatever Cham was giving you. Your legs were shaking sign of your orgasm approaching you, by one hand Chan holded your thighs tightly to their place fingers now moving more faster to make you reach the peak of pleasure.

"Chan.. I--I-I-- wanna cum please", you moaned your little squeaks and begs almost making Chan's cock cum right inside boxers. With some final thrust of his fingers, you cummed the hardest you could imagine, squeaky sounds coming as Chan was fingering you through your orgasm, you almost crying from overstimulation. Moaning his name like a chant.

"you did well",Chan praised you finally removing his fingers from you leaving you empty, but it won't have last wrong. Chan removed your blindfold , the bright lights hurting your eyes, you adjusted your vision and the image of Chan sucking his wet fingers coated with your liquid came directly in front of your eyes. Letting out a helpless whine.

Chan plopped himself on knees on either side of your thighs, finally letting his cock out, leaking with precum, and he was big, thick , you didn't thought he could get even hotter.

"Ready baby?", Chan asked you as he fully undressed himself as well as removing your top, your mind hazey . The scene which you pictured since highschool finally happening.

"yes", you replied Chan, he came down to kiss you passionately and slowly entering inside you. You moaned painfully, tears pulling your vision, it was a painful pleasure. Chan kissed away your tears and hand interlocking with yours after finally being fully inside you he started to move at slow pace.

"you feel so good Chan", almost screaming from pleasure, your whines were fuel to Chan's ego and he increased the pace. Body slapping sound filling the room, his groans were most sexy thing you ever heard. Again and again his tip hitting your deepest spots.

"I am close", you moaned out breathlessly, pleasure becaming too much to handle .you released around his cock, reaching the peak second time at night.

After giving a few more thrusts Chan cummed at your stomach, he was still sane enough to not curse you with kids while being lost in pleasure."I love you", he said as he settled beside you hugging you tightly. This was heaven.

"love you too", you said , your voice a little hoarse.

"by the way I forgot that I bought a ring to propose you", Chan said, realisation hitting him, that he forgot to say the long ass paragraph that he was supposed to say while sitting on one knee. You smiled at his guilty face.

"don't worry, propose me after having shower", you said heart filled with pure joy and happiness . Happiness of knowing that You love someone who will always love you back.

#skz smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #bangchan smut #skz chan smut #bang chan imagines #chan fluff #bangchan #skz chan x reader

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thee-crimson-witch · 4 years ago

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Chongyun, Xingqiu, Xiangling, 'n Xinyan in a best friend group with reader;

Purely platonic (somewhat) and sweet! No gender implied~

Not separate hcs, I'd like to believe they have a little friend group! Romance implied between you and Chongyun at some point.

ೃ⁀➷ It's traditional to watch the sunset together atop of a mountain, no view beats the views that Liyue has. It's common to have a picnic too, different kinds of foods across the grass because everyone has different tastes.

ೃ⁀➷ Xinyan can't go without her spices, so she takes along with her different things depending on her mood. Chongyun can't take spice so she's considerate enough to take a mild version of her favorite foods and add onto it. Will tear up Jueyun Chili Chicken like a beast, no judgement taken. (I love her so much like- we both love spicy foods)

ೃ⁀➷ Xingqiu's food choices are sophisticated, but he's really into seafood, so he takes some crab bake, crystal shrimp, and Grilled Tiger Fish. Don't even speak of carrots around him, he'll avoid anything of the sort with it.

ೃ⁀➷ Chongyun will settle with noodles the entire time, he isn't keen on eating too much food like everyone else is, and is fulfilled very easily. If he carries too much with him, expect him to share with you! Also carries popsicles as a little after treat for everyone, although they are pretty bland :p

ೃ⁀➷ Xiangling is very weird... Slime condensate is a constant ingredient in her dishes, but Xinyan doesn't seem to mind all that much, neither do you. The two boys tend to keep their distance when she offers up a bite though, which makes her reel back in laughter. She is the youngest amongst the group, but oddly enough is the best chef. So she's managing most of the food.

ೃ⁀➷ Rock shows on Liyue Harbor are common, but done with caution, Chongyun's levels of yang energy can go out of control. But with this, Xinyan actually aims for that to happen! One moment he's bopping his head slightly to the music, the next he's screaming and dancing, what a guy.

ೃ⁀➷ Wild card #1: In a game of Truth or Dare, Chongyun admitted to having a small crush on you. This is teased over and over again by the girls of the group, and Xingqiu whenever he mentions you when they both are alone together. In his rave mode, he kissed you once. No one mentioned it when he calmed down as to not embarrass him.

ೃ⁀➷ Wild card #2: It's common that the gang gets sick at the same time since you sometimes get caught up in the rain on adventures. Dr. Baizhu expects the 5 of you quite often. Calls you the walking plagues.

ೃ⁀➷ Wild card #3: You got stuck in between two rocks, Xiangling conveniently had butter on her?? Lmao. She got you unstuck.

ೃ⁀➷ Wild card #4: In a game of random hide and seek, Xingqiu almost killed you. It's best not to ask why and how, it just happened. You were hiding behind a bush, he had his sword out, he swiped it against the bush, and... I think you get it.

ೃ⁀➷ Wild card #5: Xingqiu reads children's books like ABC's and different animals, he just admires the art but Chongyun bullies him, with that cool stare. "Reading that numbers book, again?"

ೃ⁀➷ It is very common for the 5 of you to just do the most random things that would make others uncomfortable, but you guys are like family. You steal each other's food, create cuddle groups, and literally formed a Xiangling protection squad for the baby of the crew.

ೃ⁀➷ Beidou is a motherly figure to everyone and will let you have hangouts on her ship! Xinyan gets a bit seasick so this is done when everyone is in a great mood.

ೃ⁀➷ Overall everyone has a fun time, and you couldn't ask for friends that made you feel more at home.

#genshin xinyan #genshin xiangling #genshin chongyun #genshin xingqiu #genshin fluff #platonic #xinyan x reader #xiangling x reader #chongyun x reader #xingqiu x reader

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p-artsypants · 4 years ago

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I’ll Handle This (8)

I’ve always wanted to write a sleepover/truth or dare fic, but I never could come up with a plot. This is my wish fulfillment.

Ao3 | FF.net

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In Which Nino is Sus

“So what does one do at the beginning of a sleepover?” Asked Plagg. “Is it like it is in the movies?”

“Some things are similar,” Alya provided, digging through her duffel. “First, one must change into their pajamas.” She held up an oversized t-shirt and red flannel pants.

“Oh! I get it!” Plagg undid his button.

“What are you doing?” Asked Nino, looking meaningfully to the girls in the room.

“Changing?” And Plagg dropped his pants in one fluid motion.

Alya saw it coming and turned away with a laugh.

But Marinette caught an eyeful (as much as Adrien in boxer briefs could be considered an eyeful) before she too turned away with an ‘eep!’

“I change in front of people all the time,” Plagg explained. “As a model that is. Not my fault you’re all shy. I’ve got underwear on.”

“Well if Sunshine isn’t ashamed, then I’m not going to make a big deal out of it.” Alya stopped shielding her face, though she didn’t look directly at him.

Plagg peeled his shirts off next, eliciting another squeal from Marinette.

“I, for one, will be changing in the bathroom,” said Alya, PJs in hand.

Plagg bent over and ruffled through his bag, derrière within smacking distance to Marinette.

“I-I-I’ll join you,” said Marinette, scrambling to get her PJs.

Alya was already halfway out the door. “Wait your turn, M.”

And Marinette was forced to wait as Adrien stepped those long, beautifully toned legs into a pair of...oh, Ladybug spot patterned pants. Then he slipped on a shirt covering those perfect, sculpted abs.

The shirt was red, and had words sharpied onto it, but it wasn’t until he got it on and smoothed it out that she could read what it said.

“Ladybug’s sexiest fan.”

She laughed. Not a laugh of, ‘oh, that’s funny’ but a laugh of ‘why me God?’

“Your turn, M!” Alya sang, coming into the room. Her eyes landed on Adrien. “Where did you get that shirt?? I need one!”

Plagg puffed out his chest. “Sorry Alya, this is a one of a kind piece! I made it myself!”

“It’s really good for being hand drawn!”

“Thanks!” He beamed.

From his bag, Adrien had to wonder when Plagg had the time to make such a thing.

Marinette excused herself to change, and immediately Alya and Nino whirled on him. “What was that??”

“What was what?”

“That strip tease! What the heck?!”

“Oh that? Well, when you have a bod like mine, you gotta flaunt it on occasion.”

“Sure Dude,” Nino raised a brow. “But like, we just talked last week about how you were having self confidence issues. Why the change?”

Plagg had forgotten about that conversation. Granted, he had tried not to listen to it, since it wasn’t a conversation for him...

“Well, you know how it is when you’re around people you trust.”

“You’ve got the hots for Marinette!” Alya blurted.

Plagg played bashful. “Well...maybe a little...”

She squealed in excitement, clapping her hands together. “Oh em gee! I’ve been waiting for this day for forever! You have to ask her out! She’ll say yes, I promise!”

“Oh, I know about her crush.” Plagg explained, “I just wanted to...encourage her to confess herself.”

Alya and Nino both went wide-eyed. “You knew? Since when?”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Nino asked, slightly hurt. “I thought I was your wingman.”

“It’s a recent thing.” At least for Adrien it was. “I haven’t really had to think things through. I’m just...having fun and flirting.” He quirked a smile. “I am flirting, right? I’m not coming off like a creep, right?”

“Oh no no,” Alya insisted. “You’re a natural! How did you find out?”

Plagg twirled a lock of hair close to his scalp. “I have my ways.”

Nino narrowed his eyes, the action going unnoticed by Plagg.

Marinette returned, wearing pink shorts and an oversized sweatshirt.

From Adrien’s point of view, she looked adorable, and he wished he could just pull her into a hug and snuggle up with her...maybe press a kiss to her temple.

“There you are, Princess. We missed you!” Plagg chirped.

Marinette blushed. “I was gone for like a minute.”

“Oh but it felt so much longer! Nino and Alya were making out the whole time! It was torture!”

“We did not!” Alya barked. “Don’t you lie to my girl!”

“Don’t listen to her,” Plagg insisted. “She was sucking the soul out of him.”

Alya gasped in mock horror. “You keep your vulgar rebellion away from my innocent baby!”

Plagg wrapped his arms around Marinette, pulling her towards him. “On the contrary, I think I’ll pull Marinette with me into the depths of my depravity!”

“Nooo!” Alya cried. “What horrors do you plan to subject her to?”

“Well, I know I can’t convince her to dress like me.”

“Over my dead body,” Marinette agreed, her face red hot.

“But perhaps she will sneak out of her house like me?” He leaned in closer to her ear and purred. “We can stay out all night doing who knows what?”

Marinette gave a full body shiver, wriggling away from him. “Uh, you don’t—I’m not very good at—surely they’ll notice—“

Plagg smiled to himself. God it was so funny seeing her so flustered.

“Alright,” said Alya, pulling him away. “Give her a break before she combusts.”

Nino watched with narrowed eyes, but they softened before Plagg could notice.

“So? What’s next on the agenda?” Asked Plagg, still in great spirits.

“Since this is a first sleepover for Adrien,” began Alya, with bravado, “I have an assemblage of traditional sleepover games. Including,” she slammed down a box. “Truth or dare.”

Nino and Marinette both moaned.

Plagg sat a little straighter at the reaction. “Oh, a game that causes suffering. Do tell!”

“You’ve never heard of truth or dare?” Asked Nino.

Plagg shook his head. “Never been to a sleepover, remember?”

“Yeah, but you’ve at least had to hear about it in movies or books, right?”

Plagg shrugged. “Maybe I just don’t remember. What are the rules?”

“Simple,” explained Alya. “On your turn, you get to pick between truth or dare. Dare is an action you must do, and truth is a confession you have to make. Once you do it, you get to come up with the next person’s truth or dare.”

“Oh yes, this sounds familiar now. What is the box for?”

“Suggestions.” She opened the lid to reveal two sets of cards. “I’m sure we can all come up with two or three really good truths or dares, but these are in case we run out.”

“Passes?” Asked Marinette.

“Everyone gets one pass.”

Plagg had to keep that in mind. While this game could be really fun and he could lie his way through most of it, he had the potential of ruining his master plan.

But these kids wouldn’t try to oust Adrien’s brand new crush on the same night they learned about it.

Right?

Alya set a bottle sideways on the floor.

“What’s that?” Plagg asked.

“Since we can’t play ‘Spin the Bottle’, we’ll use it as a player picker.”

“What’s ‘Spin the Bottle’?”

“A kissing game.” Marinette provided. “You spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on, you kiss.”

“Sounds spicy, but not a good game for just the four of us if you two are dating...” Plagg gestured between Alya and Nino.

“Now you get it!”

“So who goes first?”

“I’ll go, because I suggested the game.” Alya sang, spinning the bottle.

Plagg glanced at Marinette, who had her fingers crossed. Obviously hoping that she wouldn’t face Alya’s wrath.

The bottle slowed to a stop pointing at Nino.

“Narts…”

“Alright babe, Truth…or Dare?”

“Dare I guess.”

“Perfect! I dare you to shave your legs.”

“What!” Nino cried.

Plagg barked out a laugh. “Oh she got you good!”

“I’m not going to shave my legs!”

“You have to, it’s a dare.” Alya protested.

“Fine, I’ll do it later.”

“Nope. Right now, Mister. Hop to it!”

Nino groaned in defeat before rising to his feet. “Fine, I’m going.”

“Do you need help?”

“I know how to shave!” And Nino stormed off to the bathroom.

“That was a pretty extreme dare for our first round.” Said Marinette. “How are we going to beat it?”

“Oh the hair will grow back, and he never wears shorts. I could have dared him to shave his head. I’m sure there will be more amazing opportunities!” Alya sang.

“So, are we waiting for him before we keep going?” Asked Plagg.

“Might as well, don’t want him to feel left out.”

“So these dares...how extreme is extreme?” Plagg asked, curling his legs up underneath him.

Alya and Marinette shared a look, entertained on Alya’s end, and fear on Marinette’s.

“Well, we all have one pass...” mused Alya.

“Nothing physically detrimental or permanent!” Marinette objected. “Like a tattoo or piercing or something!”

“Pft, that leaves a whole lot of open space.”

“And nothing traumatic or emotionally detrimental.”

Plagg flapped his lips like a horse. “Now you’re being a party pooper.”

“Oh!” Said Alya with a snap. “Lila said you guys had a photoshoot yesterday, but she didn’t tell me anything else. She usually tells me all about it! What happened?”

Plagg chuckled. “Oh nothing in particular. I was just telling her about Magic.”

Alya groaned. “Oh don’t even get started on it. Ever since Nath introduced it to you guys, Nino won’t shut up about it! It’s ‘Blue Black’ this, and ‘tarmogoyf’ that. I’m glad you guys are all bonding, I am, I’m just so lost!”

“So you talked to Lila about that card game?” Marinette probed.

“Yeah, basically the whole time.” He sent her a wink on the sly. “I can’t imagine that would have given her a bad experience. I thought she was my friend...” he played sad.

Thankfully, Alya bought it. “Aww, Sunshine, maybe something else happened when you weren’t there. Don’t take it too harshly.”

“NINO MICHELE LAHIFFE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY RAZOR!?”

“IT'S FOR A DARE MOM! I’LL CLEAN UP AFTERWARDS!”

“THERE IS BLOOD ALL OVER THE TUB! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

“I’M SHAVING MY LEGS! I HAVE HAIRY ANKLES!”

“GIVE ME THAT! I’LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT!”

“MOOOOM I KNOW HOW TO SHAVE!!”

The three teens in the room sprawled on the floor, gasping for air and desperate not to laugh too loud.

Alya had tears in her eyes. “Oh my god he’s going to kill me.”

“We’ll plan a beautiful funeral for you.” Marinette teased.

Eventually, Nino rejoined the group, hiking his pants up so his legs were visible. “Ba-BAM!”

Alya dragged a hand up his calf. “Damn babe, you clean up nice!”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Now you know my struggle.” She sassed back.

“Al, I never gave you a hard time about unshaved legs. If you can put up with mine, I can certainly put up with yours.”

Plagg turned to Marinette. “It’s certainly fascinating what couples will argue about, Hmm?”

“Uh, y-yeah. It’s funny...”

“Alright Nino, your turn to spin the bottle.” Alya gestured.

Nino cracked his knuckles. “Don’t mind if I do!” And he gave it a whirl.

It landed on Marinette.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Umm...truth?”

Nino smiled fiendishly, a smile that was uncharacteristic for him. “Okay. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to get your crush to notice you?”

Marinette gasped in horror. “NINO!”

“You could pass.”

“And then for the rest of the game I live in terror that I’m going to get something worse? No.”

Plagg leaned in closer, head in his hands, trying and failing not to look extremely curious. “Soo?”

“So what?”

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done to get your crush to notice you?”

Her face colored brightly, all the way up to the tips of her ears.

“We’re all friends here, M.” Assured Alya. “And you don’t have to say who it is.”

Finally, Marinette exhaled slowly and admitted, “there’s been a lot. And I’m not sure if I can pick just one above the others...but the least incriminating would be the voicemail.”

Alya chuckled. “Ah, the voicemail.”

Marinette covered her eyes with both hands, but continued. “It was normal at first. I rambled a little bit through it, stammered it out…just asked him if he wanted to go to the movies, and then…instead of hanging up like a normal, sane person. I threw my phone, while it was still recording. I then proceeded to say a bunch of stuff to Alya, like ‘I couldn’t have just said ‘blah blah blah’ and the phone recorded the whole thing.”

“And he didn’t say anything about it?” Asked Nino.

“It gets better,” Alya smirked.

“No…because he never heard it…I stole his phone and deleted it.”

“YOU STOLE HIS PHONE?!” Plagg shouted. He was 1) Shocked that such an occurrence happened around him. He was pretty diligent around Adrien’s belongings. God knows the amount of times Lila had tried to rifle through his bag. And 2) Shocked and delighted that Marinette had the guts to do something so radical. “That’s amazing, Marinette!”

“It’s not amazing!” Marinette lamented. “I’m a phone thief!”

“She stole mine too,” smiled Alya. “She’s a scoundrel.”

“I am! I am a scoundrel!”

“So what did the voicemail say?” Asked Plagg, much too invested in this story.

Marinette blushed even brighter, pulling her shoulders up to her ears. “You can’t ask that! You have to wait your turn!”

“Oh clever. I see. Well then, I’ll hold on to that for now.” He chuckled. “It’s your turn to spin the bottle.”

Marinette relaxed slightly, thrilled that she had made it through the question with minor embarrassment (and her secret crush unaware, as far as she knew.) She spun the bottle with gusto.

It landed on Plagg.

“Oh boy.” Plagg winced.

“Ha! Truth or dare?”

“Hmm…I’ll do a dare.”

“I dare you to call Principle Damocles, pretending to be your father.”

“Oh my god yes!” Cheered Alya. “Anyone have his number?”

“I do, for student council purposes. Best not use my phone then.”

Plagg took out Adrien’s phone, unlocking it, and handed it over to Marinette.

She dialed the number. “All you have to do is start the call.”

“What should I say?”

“Don’t get anyone in trouble.” Marinette warned.

“Oh, and don’t give him a reason to call back and follow up.”

“Okay…I got an idea.” He hit the call button.

After a few heart pounding seconds, he answered. “Hello, Principle Damocles here!”

“Yes, quite, this is Gabriel Agreste.” Plagg said, in his perfectly flawless impersonation.

The other three in the room had to hold their breath to avoid laughing out loud.

“Ah, Mr. Agreste! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I assure you, monsieur, this conversation will not be a pleasure. Do you think you’re a good administrator?”

“I uh…”

“No stammering, I hate stammering!”

“Yes! I think I’m very accomplished!”

“My son came home with a cold today.” Plagg narrowed his eyes, putting anger in his voice.

“Oh well…I’m very sorry to hear that, sir. But after all, this is a school with many children, they’re bound to pass colds along.”

“How is your sanitation? Do you regularly clean tables and desks?”

“I-well, not usually the desks. The floors, yes, and the bathrooms…”

“And the air system? Do you keep good air flow?”

“The courtyard is open air, so yes, there should be—“

“Is your heater running?”

“It should be! It’s March after all!”

“Well then, you better go catch it.” And he hung up.

As soon as he pulled the phone away, all three of his friends were on the floor, crying with laughter.

“OH MY GOD! THAT WAS THE BEST!”

“Flawless setup, flawless execution.” Alya giggled.

Marinette rubbed the tears from her cheeks. “Man, your impersonation of your dad is spot on.”

“I have a lot of practice.” Plagg shrugged. Plagg’s impression in his own body was pretty good, but combined with Adrien’s vocal chords, it was just too good. Almost too much power.

The game continued onward. With the dares becoming even more crazy. Nino ingested a random concoction of sauces Alya had brewed in the kitchen, while Alya displayed her acting prowess in pretending to be a baby being born. The truths were pretty good, as Nino had confessed to having a secret Gumby fetish, and Marinette had to admit that she had accidentally peed her pants at a water park last summer.

Then Alya spun the bottle, only for it to land on Plagg.

“Dare.”

Alya grinned manically, and Marinette felt a chill creep down her spine. Alya had a tendency to go too far, and this would be one of those times where she tried to help Marinette out.

“Adrien Agreste…I dare you…to kiss…Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Plagg had seen it coming a mile away. It was so predictable. And yet he had been considering what to do. He still had a pass. Kissing humans, while he was human or not, was not up there on his list of things he enjoyed.

Oh, what the hell. It wasn’t his body!

Marinette’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You can’t make him do that! Adrien, you can pass! I won’t be offend—“

Then she was laying on her back, with Adrien’s wonderful, perfect frame pressing her against the floor. His lips were on hers, full, and absent of any hesitation.

Someone wolf-whistled.

Before she could even think of how to respond, he clamored off of her, and sat up. “That good enough for you?”

“Damn, I wish you had warned me so I could have got a picture!”

“No way! What happens at Nino’s stays at Nino’s!”

“You good down there, girl?”

Marinette let out a string of consonants.

“You broke her,” Nino mused.

“Worth it.” He slyly gazed back to his overnight bag, where Adrien was hiding for the evening. Only his eyes, glowing green slits, full of anger were visible.

Plagg just smirked, and then winked.

—

Marinette and Alya left at 9. Marinette because she had to ‘wake up early’ and Alya because she wanted to ‘get homework done’. Plagg saw it for what it really was. They were going to gossip about his little stunt for a while.

“Wanna play UMS?” Nino asked, once the girls had left.

“You know it!”

Nino gestured him forward, letting him lead the way to Nino’s bedroom.

But upon entering the bedroom, Plagg heard the door close, heard a bang, felt an extreme pain in his head, and then blacked out.

—

When he awoke, the room was dark.

He was sitting in a chair, Nino’s computer chair, with his hands and feet bound with duct tape.

The pain in his head swelled again, as a bright light was flashed in his face.

“Uh, what the hell?” He grouched.

“Are you okay dude?” Nino asked, with sympathy.

“Besides the concussion? Just peachy.”

Nino sighed in relief. “Oh good.” Then his voice took on an edge he had never heard before. “Now, who are you, and what have you done with the real Adrien?”

Plagg blinked once, twice. “Pardon?”

“You heard me. Where is my best friend?”

“I...don’t know what you mean? I’m just me, Nino?”

“Oh no no no,” anger creeped into his voice. “You may have everyone fooled, but I know better! Marinette thinks you’re having a crisis, Alya says the fame and fortune have gone to your head, but I know Adrien! And I know that you aren’t him!”

Still slightly shocked, Plagg had to ask, “what makes you say that?”

“Evidence A: you’ve been wearing sunglasses to hide your weird cat-pupils. And I know they aren’t colored contacts, because Adrien lamented to me that he couldn’t wear colored contacts with his astigmatism!”

Plagg blinked again. “Shit dude, got me there.”

“Evidence B: at dinner, Marinette offered an array of macrons, and instead of your hard and true first choice of passion fruit, you went with pumpkin spice! You never went for the passion fruit!”

“I just...wanted to be adventurous?”

“Evidence C: the kiss.”

“Of course.”

“Even if Adrien was head over heels madly in love with Marinette, he is far too meek to kiss her like you did tonight.”

“Facts.”

“So, I’ll ask you one more time. Who are you, and where’s the real Adrien?”

Plagg considered this for a moment, but only a moment before answering. “Yeah, you got me. I’m not Adrien.”

Nino pumped his fist in victory. “I knew it! I told the girls but they didn’t believe me!”

“Adrien’s in my overnight bag.”

Before Nino could check himself, Adrien came spiraling out to reprimand him. “Plagg! You can’t just give away our situation like that! What happened to secrecy? Secret identities?!”

Plagg shrugged. “He obviously had me figured out. Mortals are particularly stubborn when they know a truth.”

Adrien didn’t argue anymore as he was scooped out of the air and crushed to Nino’s chest. “Dude! I’ve been so worried!”

“I’m okay. A little traumatized, but okay.” Adrien squeaked out.

Nino held him in his hands. “What happened? Why are you—hey, you’re a Kwami!”

“The Black Cat Kwami,” Plagg clarified.

“So that means...you’re Chat Noir!”

“Yep. And now you’re the only other human that knows.”

“I figured Carapace could keep the secret.” Plagg hummed. “Wayzz certainly trusts him enough.”

“But Hawkmoth knows who Carapace is...or was...”

“And he hasn’t bothered me since,” Nino offered. “I don’t think he cares?”

“See? Everything is copacetic. Now unbind me mortal, or face the consequences.”

“What consequences?” Asked Adrien with a laugh. “You’re in my body. You can’t do anything!”

“I can still cast my lip chapping spell.”

There was a brief knock at the door before Mrs. Lahiffe entered. It was enough time for Nino to hide Adrien in his hands.

“Alright boys, dad has to wake up early tomorrow, so make sure to keep it down!”

“MOOOOM! I’m in the middle of an interrogation!”

“Well, interrogate quietly, honey.” And she closed the door.

“Okay, one of you, explain what the heck is going on?”

Adrien held his tail. “It’s my fault. I pissed Plagg off and he punished me.”

“Sounds an awful lot like his fault, dude.”

Plagg scoffed. “Fine, I’ll take responsibility for this amazing master plan! Adrien was complaining about his unrequited love life, his poor relationship with his father, and Lila’s constant sexual harassment. So I told him that could fix it all if he agreed to it.”

“And the solution was to...swap bodies?”

“I didn’t know!” Adrien defended. “I thought...well I don’t know what I thought. He just said he would fix it. I guess I didn’t imagine it would be this...”

“In my defense...” started Plagg, “it is really fun to mess with Adrien.”

Nino mostly ignored him. “So what has to happen to get you to switch back?”

“Well, we have to get Marinette to confess to me, making our crushes mutual.”

“Ah, I see.” Nino said sagely. “That makes sense. What else?”

“I have to get Lila to leave me alone. Like, permanently.”

“I guess I didn’t realize she was that much of a problem. I know you mentioned that she was harassing you...”

“That’s not even the half of it. Marinette told me, Chat Noir me, that Lila has been actively threatening her.”

Nino frowned. “Threatening her with what?”

“Taking all of her friends and me away from her. I got Lila to lay off by allowing her to model with me, but since Plagg and I swapped bodies, she’s threatened to go back on our deal. If Plagg can get her to drop the whole thing, that would be ideal. But to fulfill the contract, he has to get her to leave me alone.”

“And she’s been falling for it, hook, line, and sinker.” Said Plagg, with pride.

“What did you do?”

“I just explained Magic: The Gathering to her.”

“...and? I mean, I know it’s a game that’s pretty hard to visualize in your head.”

“I explained it badly, and gave her no chance to talk. For about four hours.”

“Oh! So you’re annoying her?”

“He’s annoying everyone.” Adrien clarified.

“That’s how I got to school today. Gabriel put the house on lockdown and I serenaded him until he let me out.”

“You were serious about that?” Nino chuckled.

“Naturally!”

“Wait, so the last thing is your dad?”

“Yeah, Plagg has to fix our relationship.”

“WOOF! That’s a tall order! Well, I better get used to having a Kwami as a best friend.”

“Oh come on, Nino!” Plagg groaned, “have some faith in me, dude.”

“Dude, I have all the faith in you. But I also know Adrien’s tyrant of a father. Unless you do brain surgery, you aren’t changing his mind.”

Plagg seemed to consider this. “Hmm, brain surgery...”

“No, NO!” Adrien reprimanded.

“I’m just kidding. I know it’s going to be tough, but I know a thing or two about manipulation and lust for control. Gabriel is cracking. It’s more and more evident every time I push him. And once he cracks, he’ll listen.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Asked Nino.

“Yes, but not right now. I have a great use for you soon, Nino Lahiffe.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Adrien reprimanded. “It’s freaky.”

“Oooo someone’s still bitter about not getting to kiss his crush~!”

“I’M NOT BITTER!” Adrien yowled.

“Bitter like an old grapefruit! I got to kiss pigtails and you’re grumpy!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Are you guys always like this?” Nino asked.

“Sometimes, when Plagg is being annoying.”

“Which is often. I am a creature of mischief and chaos.”

“Which explains a lot…” Nino murmured.

“Hey, are you going to teach me to play UMS or not?!”

#miraculous #ml #miraculous ladybug #plagg #adrien #adrien agreste #adrienette #marinette dupain cheng #body swap #fanfiction #I'll handle this

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Lies (like fire in my throat)

Also on Ao3!

Tws: self depreciation, food mention, mention of manipulation. Please tell me if you find more!

For Janus, lies came in flavors. Each person had a different flavor. That flavor, just like their name, was a kind of identity: unique and hard to replicate exactly. Small ones could be hard to pick up, but the worst ones were unmistakable.

Virgil’s were a saltiness that burned the roof of his mouth and lips.

Logan’s tasted sour, like they had been left in the heat for too long, festering with no one to notice they were there.

Roman’s were spicy and made him want to cough. They slashed their way into his lungs, clawing at his throat. They hurt physically more than anyone’s.

Patton’s were sickly sweet, like he had used too much sugar to hide the burnt truth.

Remus’ were slightly better than the others, possibly because he rarely lied. They were strong and metallic, something that should never be tasted, yet here they were in Janus’s mouth.

But the worst, even against Roman's, were his own.

One lie at a time wasn’t terrible. It was a twinge of bitterness, always at the tip of his tongue, waiting for an opportunity to escape. Those were white lies. They came easily and without guilt, ready to defend whenever they were needed. He was used to them, and he even welcomed them, especially when he knew that they were only for protection.

Both those were the simple ones.

White lies and sarcasm were shallow, one-off things.

It was always the webs that got him; the messy, uncomfortable traps of mangled truths and desperate lies that made him want to gag. Each word coated his throat in something so vile that it made him want to retch, but he knew he couldn’t. That would ruin the lie, and then it would have all been for nothing.

Janus had always found it ironic that he could barely stomach the biggest lies. Even if his tasted the worst, the others’ still put up one hell of a fight, too, and it could annoy him to no end.

Like at the trial.

Roman had wanted — obviously — to go to the call back. And it wouldn’t have done Thomas any harm. Janus was sure of it. It would have been good for Thomas, good for Roman, good for all of them. There was no use of Roman lying to them all, then, since the lie would have ended badly. And it had.

The burn had started off almost nice. It was so rare that Janus actually had to taste Roman’s lies that it was surprising, but not bad. The burn brought

Roman down to Janus’s level a little, and he privately relished someone actually agreeing with him, even if he knew it was fake.The burn felt good.

The burn meant he was getting his way.

But then it changed.

The verdict was passed, and that little twinge turned into a raging fire. He couldn’t help but scream in frustration because it wasn’t fair. Roman had been agreeing with him, right? Everything was going right, everything was going to turn out fine.

But then that lie.

Roman saying that it would be better to go to the wedding was so wrong and so unnecessary. It wasn’t protecting anyone, except maybe Patton, though it had harmed him in the long run, too.

The pain was for absolutely nothing.

Janus’s pain, for one, but also Roman’s.

It was only hurting them.

Why couldn’t they understand?

Didn’t they see that he was trying to help them? He was self preservation, after all. He was supposed to help. It was his job, his function. It was his purpose.

But then they were all yanked out of the courtroom illusion. Janus let out a strangled scream, partially in anger and partially in agony as he waited for the fire to die down. As soon as he could speak again, he had tried once more to change their minds, once more to make that lie go away because it wasn’t protecting anyone. But Roman had decided, and so had Thomas, so there was no going back now.

He knew that it was going to end badly.

He felt it deep in his bones, deep in his scales. But he could do nothing as the fire roared in his throat, only giving him time to speak when he breathed through it the best he could. And so he waited for it to die down.

All lies eventually lost their taste. The biggest ones took longer, but only because the biggest ones always got brought back up.

So he waited for it to fade.

It never did.

Janus had barely made it to his bed when he collapsed onto his nest of blankets, pillows and plushies. They made a protective bed, a shelter from the cold of the subconscious that seemed to find a way into every nook and cranny of his and Remus’s prison.

Prison.

The others would never call it that, but that’s what it was. Maybe not for Remus, since he also had reign of the imagination, but it was surely Janus’s. And even if he wasn’t physically forced to stay there, he still had his obligations to Remus. Neither of them were welcome on the other side of the mindscape.

Still feeling the burning agony, Janus wondered if he really wanted to be with them, anyway. It was their lies that were tearing him apart, after all. It was their lies that made him writhe, tangling himself up in fabric.

This was their fault.

He had wanted to help, and this was what he got in return?

His mind turned back to not even an hour ago. He had given them his name, something he had never actually expected to do, and they rejected it.

They rejected Janus. A little part of him told him to be logical, that it wasn’t all of them. It was only Roman that had laughed.

Roman, who had, more or less, been on his side just a few videos ago.

Roman, who had always hated him.

Roman, whom Janus had manipulated.

But hadn’t he done it for a good cause?

He had just wanted to help, and that had seemed like the best way to achieve his goal of protecting Thomas. He hadn’t expected for Roman to take it so hard. He truly hadn’t. Janus was simply doing what his instincts told him to do.

So was it really their fault? He had no idea anymore. He just wanted the burning to leave him in peace. He could guess that if Roman would just admit that he regretted not going to the call back, then it would finally fade. But Janus doubted that would quickly— this was Roman he was talking about.

Roman, who was angry.

Roman, who had fallen apart.

Roman, who hated him more than ever.

Janus would not be getting mercy any time soon— no, he had to atone first. He had to pay.

He could almost hear Roman’s voice.

His throat was still burning when a loud pounding came from his door. It was erratic and harsh and unbelievably loud, even if it was muffled by the surrounding fluff. Janus made a low sound that only managed to bring tears to his eyes.

It hurt.

He knew it was Remus from the knock, and he knew that he wouldn’t care if he got a response or not. He would barge in anyway, regardless of the answer.

He was right.

In a matter of seconds Remus was at the foot of the bed, bouncing violently on his heels. Janus didn’t bother to look up.

“What’s up, Snakey-Doodle-Dandy? Your little meeting with the Prudes not go too hot?” he asked, voice rough like he had been crying. If he could see him, he guessed that his eyes would be even redder than usual. It took much of Janus’s willpower not to open his mouth and comfort him. He knew that leaving him even for a little while was risky, but he had still made the choice to go.

Looks like Roman wasn’t the only one making harmful choices.

Looks like he had messed up Remus, too.

He had managed to mess up both Creativities.

He had only been trying to help.

Suddenly, he felt a sob tear through his body, forcing him farther into the nest. He barely repressed a scream at the fire that bounced up worse than ever, which made him cry even harder, which made the pain even worse.

And fore a second he forgot Remus was even there. He let himself fall deeper into his bed, finally giving up what dignity he had left. Then he felt something.

He jumped, not expecting it, but he soon realized it was a hand. Sometimes even Janus forgot how gentle Remus could be when he really wanted to.

It was rare, but not unheard of.

He let Remus rub slow, soft circles between his shoulders and down his back, and he noticed with relief how it never dipped anywhere near his waist. It stayed up, trying to soothe his crying. He heard quiet whispers that he couldn’t process but loved nonetheless. He loved how the bed creaked beside him and how a warm body pressed against his.

He loved how every once in a while a finger would swipe some hair from his face as it plastered to his forehead. He loved how he felt his normal clothes melt away, quickly replaced with a T-shirt and sleeping pants.

Eventually he calmed down, but he couldn’t say how long it took. He doubted Remus would know, either. But he finally found himself lying in the mass of fluff, with Remus curled around him, and he would be lying if he said he wanted to get up.

There was a long time of Janus leaning against him silently. The fire had faded slightly when the sobs quieted, but he knew that one sound would set them off again. So for now he was content with letting Remus card through his hair, and he didn’t have the energy to ask where his hat was.

It was Remus who spoke first.

“So, uh, I’m guessing your throat hurts?”

Janus nodded without opening his eyes. Remus made a low sound. Was it a Roman lie? You said those were kinda’ spicy or something,” he said.

Forcing a deep breath, Janus nodded again.

Remus was quiet while he puffed out his cheeks, and Janus could almost laugh.

Almost.

He didn’t dare to, though,

“Would some honey help? I mean, I can’t really make any. You know anything I conjure turns out pretty shitty, and you can’t really make anything solid, but I could go up and steal some,” Remus suggested. “It’ll be like a secret spy movie! Except the honey’s the spy and I’m the kidnapper, which is way more fun anyway.”

Remus did eventually go get honey, returning with both the food and a myriad of new ideas and stories, some much more gruesome than others. But Janus listened to them all as Remus fed him spoon after spoon, and dreamt of them when he finally fell asleep on his chest.

#sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic janus #hurt janus sanders #janus sanders angst #sanders sides fic #manipulation mention #food mention #hurt and comfort #fanfiction

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dadbodsarehot · 4 years ago

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aizen is a whore.txt

rating: uhhh... lets say teen. it gets a little spicy at the end. not very but. a little bit

pairing: gintsuya ( gin x tetsuya )

words: 1759 ( i did NOT think it was this long. oops )

summary: aizen fucks w tetsuyas head and. yknow i just wanted to write hurt comfort. you can probably guess wht happens. the actual filename fr this was “uh oh spaghettio”

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"A moment of your time, Sakurai?"

Tetsuya stiffens, his customary place at Gins' side interrupted for a moment as he stops in place and the other man keeps going for a moment, as they both turn to look at the source of the voice. Aizen had never spoken directly to him- most of the time he felt invisible to the ex-captain, and that was widely how he preferred it. There was something unsettling about him- always had been, as far as Tetsuya was concerned. He would guess recent events would confirm his anxiety about him, but... somehow, it went even deeper than that, didn't it? It was hard to pinpoint. "Are you planning on bullying My Little Tetsuya?" Gin speaks up first, and the playful and carefree tone of his voice doesn't match the possessive curl of his large hand around the brunettes' shoulder, the harsh squeeze that is nothing more than a channel for sudden anxiety.

"Of course not, Gin. I wouldn't dare harm a single hair on your precious lieutenant. I merely wish to speak to him." The word lieutenant is almost a slur, and the air of command behind his statement says that saying so was only as a formality, to be kind; he could kill Tetsuya if he wanted and there was nothing Gin could do about it. Tetsuya doubts both things-- so why is he still so afraid to be in a room by himself with him? "Alone."

The hand releases itself from his shoulder, albeit reluctantly, before the click of sandals foretells Gins' departure.

"I-Is there, ah, s-something I can- can d-do for you, Lord Aizen?" The title burns on his tongue, a necessary evil.

"Of course not." The casual way he says it slices through Tetsuya, but he does his best to not let it show on his face. "Which raises the question of why you came here to begin with, doesn't it?"

"W-with all d-due- due respect....I th-think that should b-be obvious."

"Make no mistake, I know exactly why it is that you're here. It's cute, isn't it? A story like yours- a lieutenant struck with love for his captain, a love that would draw him to betray everything he's ever known. If this were a story, were fiction, well. I'm sure you'd sell quite a lot of copies, wouldn't you? But in reality...." Aizen levels him with a gaze that makes him feel small and insecure-- smaller even than he usually does. "Do you really think that love is returned?"

Tetsuya bites his tongue so hard he tastes blood; it distracts him from the pain that shatters like something fragile in his chest. "Of- Of c-course I do."

"And why is that? Because he told you so? Gin is a very convincing actor, when he chooses to be." Aizens' voice is filled with pity Tetsuya doesn't want, and he wishes he could cover his ears and scream until his throat bleeds to block out his words. As it is, his body is frozen. "Are you so naive that you don't realize? We've all been watching him play with you, with your emotions, for decades now. It's been a bit sad, honestly. You're nothing more than a toy to him, little Tetsuya. In reality, the love story doesn't exist. The man you sold your soul to-"

"Stop. Y-You don't- You don't kn-know- don't know wh-what you're- what you're t-talking about." He didn't mean to cut him off, but somehow Aizen doesn't seem to mind; he seems too fixated on the tears filling his magenta eyes, like they're the best sight hes seen all day.

"Don't I? You wouldn't be so upset if you didn't know what I was saying was true, would you? Face it; you aren't worth his time as anything more than a fun distraction. He let you follow him here in the same way as you would take a game on a long trip, and he would let you die if only to see the look on your face as it happens."

He didn't want to believe it, the vile words that spilled from this vile man. He knew they weren't true, didn't he? So why couldn't he stop how they invaded his thoughts, how they chiseled away at his burgeoning self esteem- was he being played with, even now? Was he good enough to stand by Gins' side as his equal, or.. or was he just a plaything, destined to be broken and thrown away? Was that all he had ever been? Tears stream hot down his cheeks and his disgusting sobs echo off the walls, nausea gathering in his stomach when a hand lands on his shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze that was meant to be anything but, and a strong hand jerks up his chin in a bruising grip.

Soulless brown eyes stared into his own, like a void Tetsuya didn't want to look directly into for fear it would devour him.

"You're free to go, Sakurai. Do try to stop crying before you see your beloved again. You wouldn't want him to see you looking quite so pathetic, would you?" He's laughing at him, mocking him, and in the next moment he's let go, stepped back.

Tetsuyas' body unlocks, finally, blissfully-

It's all he can do to run.

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It doesn't take long for Gin to find Tetsuya; he's so in tune with him, he could probably find him anywhere in a matter of moments. That doesn't mean he particularly likes what he finds-- Tetsuya is no more than a puddle, shaking and sobbing against the wall, knees pulled in tight against his chest. Before he's aware of it, he's crouched down in front of him, hands landing on Tetsuyas' own where they're covering his face.

"W-wait- D-Don't l-l-look at me p-please I-" Gin ignores his protests, prying his small hands away from his face. The sight of him, magenta eyes wide and bloodshot, and how he shakes like a windblown leaf underneath his touch-- it shifts something inside him, something that aches like a fracture in the depths of his core. It's something he's never felt before; something he doesn't want to feel again. "I- I- I- I- I'm s-sorry- so s-s-sorry, I-"

"Calm down, Tetsuya." The words come out more pointed than he means for them to, and the way Tetsuya flinches away from them is another deep, aching, fracture. Being comforting has never exactly been his strong suit; he's never needed it to be, before now. He's suddenly self conscious about the naturally cold temperature of his hands when they release Tetsuyas' to cradle his face in them, but Tetsuya doesn't seem to mind at all- if anything, he leans into his odd touch like he craves it. Another surprise- Tetsuya is full of them, isn't he? "What did he say to you?"

The question inspires a fresh wave of tears to stream down his cheeks, already streaked with them. "N-nothing, I- D-don't w-worry about-"

"Tetsuya." An admonishment, a comfort-- fraught with emotion. The smaller man is looking at him now, staring at him like he's searching for something in his expression.

"T-tell- tell me the t-truth. Am I- Am I-" He chokes on the sob that wraps around the words, whole body shuddering, and one of Gins' hands detaches from his face, moving up to card long fingers through soft, brunette strands. "Am I- g-good enough? You really- r-really l-" Another sob, harsh and sharp.

"Is that what he told you? That I didn't-" Gin cuts himself off, unable to finish the sentence himself. Tetsuya doesn't need to finish his sentence for Gin to know what it is he's trying to say next, for it to make rage flow through him in an equal amount as that strange aching pain. It's better that way, for him to just know- he didn't know if he could handle hearing Tetsuya ask in earnest if he really loved him. Shouldn't he know that? It's funny, how much he had changed as of late. Hadn't he always prided himself on being unreadable? Hadn't he always thought of it as a relief that Tetsuya didn't know exactly how big a space he inhabited in his day to day life? Hadn't he always thought of himself as a man without feelings, a snake whose only desire was to consume? It was hard to pinpoint when all of that had changed; he just knew it had. "Dear, sweet, Tetsuya. Look at me."

His fingers press up on his jawline, tilting his face further towards him, and he notices an array of faint purple fingerprint-shaped bruises that hadn't been there before. Odds are, Tetsuya didn't even notice them himself, wouldn't until he looked at them- it was like physical pain hardly existed to him. It didn't make the fresh wave of rage that surged through Gin any more palatable. He covers it, represses it, and leans in to press gentle kiss after gentle kiss to the marks, to the corner of his ex-lieutenants mouth, until he can capture his lips. A hand comes up, tentatively, curling around the back of his neck like it didn't quite know if it was allowed to be where it landed, and when Gin smiles into their kiss, it winds into the hair there like a lifeline.

"I adore you, Tetsuya. You have to believe me. Don't you believe me?" The words are practically stolen from him, from right out of his chest, a whisper against the smaller mans mouth that draws a low gasp and an impulsive, jerky nod out of him, that has his legs parting in invitation. How could he help himself if he broke them apart, if he scooped up his little partner into his arms, just to see the flush break out over his face in response? "Maybe we just have to go somewhere private so I can keep showing you?"

"I- I would- Ah- I w-would l-l-like th-that.."Tetsuyas' flush only darkens, his stammer worsening adorably instead of sadly, his face burying itself into Gins' neck. He'd never get tired of his reactions to him, of his shyness, of all the little things that made him special-- not if they did this for the next hundred years, the next thousand.

Although the mood had lightened considerably, and would probably continue to do so- well, Gin had already made up his mind, even as he looked for an empty room that he could ravage the smaller soul reaper in.

Sousuke Aizen would regret the day he hurt His Tetsuya.

#my writing #honeythief.mp3 #this is SO ridiculously self indulgent #and uhhh ooops its 530 am #the SUN is COMING UP #i am a human disaster #but this fic slaps

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gingerwritess · 6 years ago

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How does Loki first react when he finds out his dearest mortal is pregnant? Absolute terror and then excitement? Something else? Idk I need some fluffy angst in my life, can you provide? Even if it's something else you write about 😂

okay all my fics are out of order but oh well. this is announcing being pregnant with Elliot, the first one ;)

also i’m so soRRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

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Ohhhh boy.

As if life with Loki wasn’t already chaotic enough.

You’d thought about getting a dog, a cat, even a fish, but always come to the same conclusion: the two of you have been happy alone. You’re creating your own life together, enjoying the time to just be together, memorising each other, years spent perfectly content just with one another.

But those years end now…there’s a Loka-kid on the way.

Breaking the news to Loki turns out to be a lot more difficult than you thought. Your first genius attempt is to slip the word “dad” or “daddy” into your conversation during breakfast…but Loki just laughs when you greet him with a cautious and implying “g’mornin’, dad,” and he sweeps you into his arms.

“Every time you call me that,” he chuckles between kisses, not noticing your furrowed brow—the idiot didn’t get it. “I never know whether to be extremely aroused or concerned for your emotional state.”

“No, wait, that’s not what I meant—”

He’s locked his arms around you, parted lips breaking off your halfhearted attempt to explain yourself as he walks you backward towards the couch. “I think right now, I choose extremely aroused.”

The morning takes a completely different and much more enjoyable turn after that, and you try again to explain yourself. “No, I meant that you’re going to be—mmph, never mind.”

Maybe that wasn’t the smartest of ideas.

He’s much too preoccupied with eliciting those quiet moans with the tip of his tongue to notice your aroused distress, and now your back is on the couch, fingers carding through his hair to spur him on. His lips work their way down your neck to nip at your collarbone and are about to move lower when he freezes, staring at your chest.

“You feel…different.”

Oh good. Maybe you won’t even have to tell him, he can just figure it out for himself?

You nod and anxiously chew your lip, waiting for him to figure out what news you have and (hopefully) go right back to kissing you. Loki presses his lips right over your pulse point, his brow creased in concentration.

“Your heartbeat is-is stronger,” he murmurs against your skin—no shit, there’s two of them now—and his hand comes up to caress the other side of your neck, holding you to him. “You feel alive.”

He still doesn’t seem to have realised and goes back to kissing you, but this time it’s hungrier. Whatever he’s feeling from your pregnancy is addicting and extremely…powerful? He’s kissing you with renewed vigour, a new desperation behind his tongue, and it seems to you that he’s trying to drink in whatever energy is pouring off of you.

You…addicting—he can barely hear himself think—whatever this is…completely addicting.

His cool hand presses against your heart and he breaks away, gasping for breath and practically glowing. “What is going on?” He asks, brow creased in confusion. “This is something new, you’ve never…this…did I do this to you?”

“It’s…” you hesitate, lifting a hand to his face and taking a deep breath—now or never. “It’s probably the baby.”

Silence.

You swear you can hear his eyelids thudding every time he blinks.

His face turns completely emotionless, not a trace of…of anything in his expression. Not happiness or joy or elation of any kind, but at the same time, not anger or disappointment or fear either. He’s still hovering over you, arms on your either side to hold himself up while he gazes down at your face.

And he stays there, emotionless and silent, staring at you. He’s not exactly in shock, no, he knew this day would come, then again he never thought it would, he just…this can’t be real.

“You’re scaring me, snowflake.”

You trace your fingers along his cheek, eyes flitting back and forth between his, trying to get some kind of read on his reaction.

He swallows, blinks twice, sits up.

“Come on, Loki, I need you to say something,” you gently probe, pulling yourself up too and sitting right next to him, watching the millions of thoughts rushing through his mind. “This is starting to freak me out.”

Your husband nods slowly, still staring into the wall in deep, deep contemplation. “A baby,” he breathes, lips barely moving as the word passes them.

“Your baby…”

His head snaps to yours, eyes raging a dark and burning fire. “I would certainly hope so.”

“Easy, Loki, of course it’s yours,” you laugh nervously, a bit off-put by the sudden intensity with which he’s now staring at you, his chest starting to lift more obviously as his breathing stutters and quickens. It’s almost…territorial, how he’s watching you.

“A child…are you absolutely certain?” He asks, voice almost betraying him by shaking. A cold hand twitches towards your thigh.

You nod, noticing his hand and taking it in your own, running your thumb over his knuckles. “What are you…what are you thinking right now?”

“…a child.”

“Yep. A little me and you.”

He runs a hand over his face, blinking himself out of his daze. “A child,” he whispers to himself for like, the fiftieth time, and you grimace—this isn’t exactly going as well as you hoped. His gaze finally meets yours, eyes wide. “You’re giving me…an heir?”

He reaches up to cradle your face in one hand, fingers hesitant and careful as if he thinks they might go right through you, staring into your eyes—he’s trying to read something from you, trying to feel you.

“Yes, Loki.” You give him a small smile of assurance, wanting to laugh at how many times he’s asked for confirmation now. “We’re gonna have a kid. For real.”

Your hand drops subconsciously to your stomach and Loki’s eyes quickly follow it, staring at your stomach before reaching out to put his hand cautiously over yours.

Then the widest grin you’ve ever seen breaks out over his face.

Oh thank god.

“Daddy,” he croaks with a disbelieving laugh, “of course. That’s what you meant.”

Before you can get anything more than a laugh out, he pounces on you, arms tightly circling your waist and laying you back down on the couch. Relief floods your mind when his mouth crashes into yours and he kisses you with laughing lips, cause showing you what this means to him seems much easier than trying to put it into words.

He breaks away and presses his forehead to yours, unable to stop the smile tugging at his lips. “We’re having a child,” he laughs and kisses you again. “We’re starting a family, I…I will be a father.”

“You’re happy.” You wind your arms around his neck and pull him down into a tight embrace, laughing in relief.

“Of course I am, you’re giving me a baby.” He sits up and brings you along with him, pulling you onto his lap and back into his arms. His hand run along your sides as he gazes up at you, awe lighting his face.

His youth has returned to him—you almost giggle, you say youth so flippantly—he is, after all, well over a thousand years old, but he’s glowing, his eyes alight, smile wider and more natural than you’ve seen in ages. And he just looks at you with so much adoration, so much excitement, you want to cry: he’s happy.

You’d expected some kind of pushback, some kind of fear to overrule the excitement of the news, but the joy in his eyes doesn’t show any hint of the fear you had been afraid of, no traces of regret or anything negative of the sort.

…that rears its ugly head once the day has passed, late that night.

You’d just barely nodded off to sleep after a long day at work when the bed creaks next to you and a dim light flips on. Squinting in the sudden brightness, you turn over to see Loki propped up on an elbow on his side, staring at you.

Just…staring.

His face is paler than usual, eyes wide, and the hand suspended in midair that was about to reach for you is trembling—this is freaky.

“Loki? What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t say anything, keeping his lips pressed in a tight line, and lifts his shaking hand up for you to see. “Jötunn,” he whispers hoarsely, and you watch that familiar blue start crawling up his hand towards his face. “I’ve already cursed my child.”

There it is.

“No, Loki, stop that right now.” You quickly sit up and grab his blue hand, holding it to your heart as you know he finds that to be the warmest part about you. “Don’t even think like that.”

“And what should I think instead?” He wrenches his hand from your grip with narrowing eyes. “It’s the truth. Don’t dismiss it just because you don’t like it.”

The ice in his tone slices through your chest right to your heart and you stare back at him with a frown—this is worse than you thought. “I don’t like it?” You shake your head at him. “Really?”

His face falters for half a second, but he quickly covers it with a solemn nod, swinging his legs off the bed and turning his back to you.

“Hey!” Throwing the covers off, you shuffle over to drape yourself over his back, arms around his shoulders. “Don’t you turn away from me,” you murmur in his ear, leaning forward to press your lips to his cheek. “Guess I’ll have to find some way to prove how much I love you, my perfect popsicle.”

“Humor isn’t helping your case.”

“Don’t care! I thought I’d made it quite clear just how much I love when you get all icy on me.” You grin and nudge the side of his face with your nose, trying to get a smile back. “Keeps things spicy.”

“Spicy?”

“Mmhm. Spicy, frisky, sexy, tantalising, dare I say stimulating—”

“Point taken, point taken,” he finally laughs, lightly shoving you off of him. “But that still doesn’t solve our problem. Clearly I was too spicy for you to resist and now we have a child on the way, half of which is coming from me.”

“Good, you know how babies are made.”

“You’re missing my point,” he sighs and tries to lean away from you, but you put a hand to the other side of his face and keep his cheek squished against your lips.

“M’not done kissing you,” you mumble against his skin, peppering kisses all over his face. “We’re gonna have the best baby ever created in all of existence, so quit your worrying, okay?”

“Our child will be…will be different. Unlike any other of their peers, an outcast.”

“But they’re going to have a home full of love and support no matter who they are.” You shift around to sit next to him, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed as well and lightly knocking your knee against his. “Frost giant or-or fire demon, or whatever this ends up being,” you take his hand and put it on your stomach, beaming up at him, “they’re going to be ours and we are going to love them more than anything.”

At that you catch a tiny glimpse of a dimple appearing on his cheek, just the hint of a small smile. He’s watching your hand over his on your stomach, and you feel his hand start to tingle warmly through your shirt.

“You’re right,” he says quietly after a moment, his hand radiating some greenish-gold energy. “But…what if I can’t?”

“Can’t what?”

“Love them.” His gaze flits to yours for just a moment before returning to his hand. “The further back I go, the more horrors I find that have entered my life under the guise of love.”

His voice is broken, fragments of his past and lies woven into his words, and you don’t move—he seems too content with his hand on your stomach. You’re not sure what he’s doing, it’s clearly something magical and frankly feels great, but nothing has happened, and you’re not even showing yet.

Huh.

“It’s going to be a new kind of love,” you reassure him, laying your head on his shoulder. “But I think the moment you see our baby, you’ll know exactly how to love them.”

He’s silent, deep in thought for a bit until he breathes out slowly. “…you were a new kind of love.”

That brings a tiny smile to your lips—he’s right. You were a new kind of love for him, something new, something real, something true, something that for pretty much the first time in his life loved him back. Loved him enough to actually have a child with him, to start a family with him…he lightly shakes his head, still bewildered by the thought.

“Well…” you hum contentedly, reaching up to tip his head towards you. “I think you’ve nailed it, new love or not.”

He gives you a small smile and you brush your lips across his, not trying for anything more than just a gentle reminder that you’re there—his.

“Actually, you’ve kind of nailed ‘love’ in general,” you laugh as an afterthought, a hand resting against his cheek as you keep your forehead to his. “For someone who seemed so opposed to the idea when I first met him…you seem to be pretty damn good at it.”

“Only the chance to attempt to love you…has given such grace to a broken soul,” Loki murmurs, and he tips his chin down once again to press his lips to yours.

There’s so much you want to say to him, to assure him, but your mouths move as one and you can’t seem to get the words out in any coherent manner. “Why are you…hand?” You mumble, tapping the back of his hand still on your stomach.

“Feeling you.” His fingertips dig into your stomach a little harder. “Memorising you. This…how you feel, you’re so warm and alive, and—and…”

His voice trails off as you kiss him and gently push him back down on the bed, chasing his lips and holding yourself over him. You don’t really care what magic thing he was doing, it felt good and seemed to comfort him—that’s good enough for you.

“You’re gonna be a daddy,” you whisper and peck his lips again with a giggle, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. “A kid, Loki, we’re gonna be parents.”

“Think we can manage it?”

The beginnings of a smile hint at his lips.

Your hand meets his chest and pushes him into the pillows—he can start the smile, but sometimes you have to be the one to finish it.

“I know we can.” You sling a leg over his hips and lightly brush your lips over his. “Now c’mon, blue please.”

“Absolutely not, you don’t want that—”

“Oh, I think I do.”

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pixelproductions · 5 years ago

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Sex Sells? How Provocative Ads Work and 5 Examples of Spicy Campaigns

We’ve all stumbled upon erotically themed marketing materials at one point or another. And, whether we like to admit it or not, we all stop to take a closer look.

Here are 5 great examples of provocative ad campaigns that you can’t turn away from!

Sex Ad: An Intro Without Curtains

Let’s be honest — sex sells.

This has been a universal truth in advertising since the 19th century when, in each pack of Duke Cigarettes, buyers would find cards with starlets posing in erotic postures.

Needless to say, a lot of people started smoking more around that time. However, this type of local sex ad was not appealing to the male audience only. According to Wikipedia, Woodbury’s facial soap for women used images of happy couples to increase product sales in the early 20th century. And that was just the beginning of the evolution of sexy provocative ads in the eyes of the public.

Over the last two decades it’s safe to say that sex in advertising is one of the most powerful seduction tools in advertising. It’s not just websites like MyToyForJoy.com that use steamy ads to entice an audience already searching for something in that vein. Big Brands are currently using overtly sexualized ads to immediately attract the interest of customers and keep them engaged.

But let’s take a closer look at some of the spiciest examples of Provocative Ads in advertising, and what exactly makes them so attractive to the public.

1. Durex Naturals Intimate Gel

We are leaving modern times, and fortunately, old school sexual orientation preconceptions and misconceptions are becoming more and more obsolete. The LGBT community has made its entrance, stated its rights, and is finally here to stay. We live in an era of constant evolution and breaking grounds, so why shouldn’t intimacy follow the same trend?

Here is where one of the best-ever Durex safe sex ads comes into play.

It’s a brilliant UK commercial for the company’s Natural Intimate Gel. Depicting several cool instances of feminist evolution, it suggests that this level should reflect into same-gender couples’ intimate life.

The motto is our favorite part, “Ladies, let’s lube.”

2. Forge of Empires Trailer

Most gamers out there are quite familiar with the mind-blowing cinematics used in videogame trailers by the top software companies of the moment. Giant corporations like Blizzard or Ubisoft invest a lot of money and time in these trailers, and let’s face it — most of them are actual cinematic masterpieces.

But how can a smaller company attract just as much attention, when launching a beta version of an online multiplayer game?

InnoGames seem to have found the answer, releasing a Forge of Empires Provocative Ads to announce the game release. Even though there’s nothing erotic about the gameplay, the commercial generated an enormous reaction over the Internet, securing an impressive number of fans, followers, and gamers for a relatively common project.

3. Burger King: This Will Blow Your Mind!

If you’ve missed this one, you need to look it out right away.

The Burger King sex ad was a major outrage at its time, depicting a blonde woman keeping her mouth open in front of an elongated hamburger. The highly suggestive motto: “IT’LL BLOW your mind away” painted all kinds of spicy pictures into the viewers’ minds. Probably, it is the hottest and most daring commercials ever advertised in a fast-food world.

4. Calvin Klein Controversy

But we couldn’t have an honest review of spicy advertising without one of the best platforms for it, the fashion industry. Over the years, giant brands such as Emporio Armani, Guess, Paco Rabanne, or Diesel, to name just a few, have all had their share of incredibly hot and provocative campaigns.

But none of them managed to outclass the highly controversial Calvin Klein Provocative Ads from early 90’s.

It’s an intense Denim commercial featuring a topless Kate Moss, sitting in the lap of equally young and topless Mark Wahlberg. He has both hands on her denim covered posteriors, and the tagline is priceless: “You want to know what comes between me and my Calvins? Nothing.”

5. Skittles Surprise

Nobody would have seen this coming, and it’s probably for the best that this one got banned quickly. In 2015, the popular candy brand Skittles managed to surprise and shock everyone with an audaciously explicit clip, showing a couple, groom and bride, enjoying their wedding night doggystyle.

No, that’s not a figure of speech; we’re talking about the actual position.

This banned Skittles sex ad was filled highly insinuatingly with remarks from protagonists, culminating with a scene, where the husband pours Skittles in his wife’s open mouth. Cut right down to the slogan, given the content we have just witnessed, it was just as shocking: “Share the rainbow, taste the rainbow!”

Conclusion:

The first thing to keep in mind when analyzing promotional materials with erotic content is the fact that all cable and network television still have to stick to compliance and media censorship. Thus, we have automatically eliminated any personal sex ad or phone sex ad, as the chances of seeing these on national TV are slim to none. Given the main focus of our topic, we have also eliminated more serious and grave materials, such as a sex trafficking ad. We have only addressed the coolest and spiciest examples of commercial campaigns that most of us have probably seen on TV or up on a billboard. We hope you have enjoyed them as much as we have. Let us know your thoughts, and if you have better suggestions, there’s absolutely no need to be shy, so kindly share them!

#provocative ads #sexy ads #sex in advertising

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wickerjulias · 8 years ago

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I was tagged by three wonderful people for this: @jiimothy, @oldfashionedvillain and @murphyhatesme. Thank you all so much!! (I made one big post for all of your questions, I hope that’s okay)

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke normally, but I don’t mind Pepsi

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney has Lilo and Stitch, but Dreamworks Prince of Egypt and Spirit? I’m conflicted. Both I guess

3. Coffee or tea: tea

4. Books or movies: def both

5. Windows or Mac: Windows

6. DC or Marvel: DC

7. X-Box or Playstation: Playstation

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: BOTH

9. Night owl or early riser: both (which means I don’t get a lot of sleep rip)

10. Cards or chess: cards, but I like chess too (I just suck at it)

11. Chocolate or vanilla: What are we talking about? I like both

12. Vans or Converse: I own both haha

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ... Cousland!! (nah, jk Trevelyan)

14. Fluff or angst: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) guess

15. Beach or forest: forest, although walking on a beach at night is awesome too

16. Dogs or cats: both are good and pure

17. Clear skies or rain: depends on my mood

18. Cooking or eating out: both :D

19. Spicy food or mild food: both

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas (Vanillekipferl ftw)

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: both sucks, but a little too cold I guess

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: shapeshifting, I’d love to do that

23. Animation or live action: live action normally, but animation can be pretty amazing too

24. Paragon or Renegade: Paragade ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (But Paragon normally bc I can’t hurt my babies)

25. Baths or showers: showers

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: leaning towards Team Tony (from how both sides were portrayed in Civil War)

27. Fantasy or sci-fi: both

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they:

“As we’ve come to know, there’s no such thing as the unknown; only the temporarily hidden.” - Star Trek

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.” - An Ideal Husband

“Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow.” - Carrie Fisher

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.” - Vincent van Gogh

29. YouTube or Netflix: I don’t have a Netflix account, but I’m not that much on YouTube anymore so yeah

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: although I grew up with Harry Potter (and I love it) I’d say PJO, bc Percy has dyslexia too (and c’mon, it’s about mythology!!)

31. When you feel accomplished: when I did something I wanted to do

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: BOTH pffff what kind of question ...

33. Paperback books or hardback books: paperback bc they’re easier to carry around

34. Fantastic Beasts or Cursed Child: Fantastic Beasts

35. Evans, Pratt, Hemsworth, or Pine: Chris Pine :)

36. Handwriting or Typing: typing (my handwriting sucks)

37. Velvet or Satin: satin

38. Video Games or Movies: both

39. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon: own a dragon, that would be the most awesome pet ever

40. One episode per week or marathoning: marathoning, I have no patience ... at all

41. Gandalf or Obi Wan: Gandalf

42. Heroes or villains: that depends

43. John Williams or Hans Zimmer: Hans Zimmer

44. Disneyland/Disney World or Six Flags: Disneyland (what is Six Flags?)

45. Forest or sea: forest, again

46. Flying or reading minds: uhm ... tough choice. Flying I guess

47. Twin Peaks or Northern Exposure: Twin Peaks

48. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings: I’m NOT gonna choose between these two

49. Cake or pie: cake

50. You are banished to a desert island, which Benedict Cumberbatch character would you choose to take with you: Smaug, this way we could both fly away lmao

51. Train or cruise ship: train

52. Brian Cox or Neil deGrasse Tyson: Neil deGrasse Tyson

53. Wizard of Oz or Alice in Wonderland: Wizard of Oz

54. Fanfiction or fanart: definitely both

55. The Hunger Games - books or movies: books

56: Be able to see the future or travel into the past: travel into the past, as long as I can come back anytime (even though seeing the future would be amazing to, but then again: can I influence what happens?)

57. Han Solo or Luke Skywalker: Luke Skywalker

58. Lilacs or sunflowers: sunflowers

59. Spring or autumn: both

60. Campfire or fireplace: campfire in the summer and fireplace in the winter :)

61. French fries or onion rings: french fries

62. Truth or dare: truth

63. Winter or summer: winter (skiing ftw!)

64. Vampires or werewolves: vampires?

65. Red or blue: blue

66. Eyes or lips: eyes

67. Burgers or sandwiches: burgers

68. Friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers trope: enemies-to-friends-to-lovers

69. Pizza or pasta: pizza

70. Ancient Rome or ancient Greece: ancient Rome

71. Foxes or wolves: wolves

72. Mermaids or dragons: dragons

73. The Craft or Charmed: Charmed

74. Silly puns or playful sarcasm: both is good

My question: Superman or Batman?

I tag: @napolllya, @salteverywhere, @mikaeled, @screamingarrows, @kctiebell, @dutiful-diana, @softshao and @fantasyfangirl394 :D (75/10 = 7,5 ≈ 8)

#personal #you don't have to do this if you don't want to #food mention #long post

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Mel/Torian and Yonnul/Theron for the ship meme!

Okay so this is goingunder the cut because it’s pretty massive but eyyy here you go

Numelia and Torian

How did they they meet?

Going with the SWTOR meeting for this. Theymet when Mandalore sent her to kill a beast on Dromund Kaas and he justhappened to be there. (Mel tends to wonder how much fate intervened in theirmeeting. If certain things hadn’t taken place and he hadn’t stepped in, shethinks they may never have met and then where would they be?)

Who developed romanticfeelings first?

Numelia. She falls hard and fast. And she hasa hard time accepting and understanding her own feelings in the matter, so shewinds up getting a bit frustrated by it. Like there is no reason a smile shouldmake her feel that way, but it still happens. (And her biggest fear is that hewon’t last long in her life.)

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Definitely Mako. (But once Yonnul finds outanything, it’s almost a tie.)

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

They kissed just after they both confess theirfeelings. And Mel definitely initiated it. It was quick and nervous, but supersweet.

Who confessed their feelings first?

Torian did. Mel was too concerned to actually,you know, do anything until he told her. And then the words fell out and therewas no turning back.

What was their first official date?

I’m going to say that it was probably a huntmore than an actual dinner date (Though if it has to be a dinner date, it isdefinitely when he cooked her tiingilar.)

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

Mel is not the biggest fan of them. Like shedoesn’t mind going and hanging out with friends, but she would only ever go ona double date with someone she trusts... Which narrows it down to mostly hersiblings and maybe a couple close friends. I can’t imagine that she wants toreally know what people might be doing later. (Especially since she is soprivate)

What do they do in their down time?

Numelia will tryupgrading as much as she can in her spare time, but I think that later in theirlives most of the downtime is spent with their kids.

What was thefirst meeting of parents as an official couple like?

There never was a meeting of the parents after they become anofficial couple. The only parent that remained after they got together wasMel’s father. And with him, there was no actual meeting. And if Torian ever didmeet her father, she would have kept the truth of their relationship a secretbecause she doesn’t like that man even a little and she would prefer to keepthose two separate.

What was their first fight over and how didthey get past it?

It’s probably a fightabout recklessness (very likely after the whole getting kidnapped thing). Shewould have been furious about the whole thing. They would have talked it out,but she still would need time to cool down.

Which one is more easily made jealous?

Probably Numelia butit’s more like the “wait you’re going on a hunt and you’re not taking me???”kind of jealousy. That or weapon envy.

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

I think anyMandalorian food. Mel loves spicy food (Uliccol jokes that it’s what makes hersuch a hothead.)

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favouritecuddling position?

I feel like it’s morecommon for him to initiate the cuddles. Particularly when she is being acomplete grump. But I feel like they probably do the half-spoon thing. Or she justleans on him while they’re on the couch and they snuggle that way.

Are they hand holders?

Maybe not like out inthe open, but I can kind of see them subtly holding hands under the table. Andlike there’s definitely a point where everyone knows.

How long do they wait before sleeping togetherfor the first time? What’s the circumstances?

They waited, but notfor too long. Not too long after the daring rescue. Definitely wasn’t where sheexpected it to go (… “shooting lessons”).

Who tops?

I feel like itdepends, but it’s probably more common for Numelia to.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotteninto? (I’m assuming this is was “fight” instead of “first” so that’s how I’m answering this for both.)

This fight probablyalso had to do with extreme recklessness on her part this time. (She is prettydamn reckless without thinking about the consequences. This definitely takesplace not long after she almost died from other reasons.)

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

Mel definitely doesthe shopping because she knows how to haggle and I feel like that’s a prettydamn valuable trait for her to have. But she isn’t a good cook so Torian getsto do that (plus I get the sense that he actually likes cooking so bonuspoints.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Torian probably is,but Mel has certain things that she is super particular about being organized.(Side note: At least one of her kids likes to move things around to see howmade she’ll get and the one who is a little mischief maker is the one whoreorganizes it)

Who proposes?

Torian does. And sheanswered the second she realized what was happening.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloretteparties or separate?

I would thinkseparate??? But honestly Mel probably wouldn’t really do anything and just windup sitting at home, drinking and playing cards with Gault unless Mako decidesthat there are other things they should do.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any othergroomsmen or bridesmaids?

I think Corridan isthere and definitely Mako. I don’t know about anyone else because at least Melis one hell of a private person.

Big Ceremony or Small?

Definitely small. Idon’t see either of them being the type to invite everyone and their mother toit. It would just be a handful of their closest friends. (It’s kind of funnybut her family isn’t exactly listed in that so they get a “surprise Torian andI were dating and now we’re married okay bye”) (I don’t think that they couldget away without a large celebration after it all.)

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?

I feel like if theydid, they went on a hunt. But I’m not sure that they did.

Do they have children? How many?

They do. Four of them.Numelia is also the only one in her family who has any children. I’ve also goneback and forth on if they just progressively adopt children (particularlyformer slaves who don’t have anyone left).

Yonnuland Theron (and @ikarra-lives’s Hemile for the best brotp)

How did they they meet?

So they definitely met on a mission. Whetherit was all the SoR stuff or something completely different, they definitelymeet on a mission and Yonnul shifts between being serious and ridiculousflirting. (But I definitely prefer the meeting with Hemile and Yonnul wherethey had just gone on the biggest and best misadventure in the history of everand then they have to go back to work and oh look Theron is going on theiractual mission with them. And it was the start of something beautiful)

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Yonnul was attracted to him right off the bat.And everything Theron did just caused the attraction to get even worse andeventually he is like “Oh no… I think I actually love him”

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Probably Cryz. She pesters Theron about howthey’re doing all the time and gets excited to know when things are going well.(Hemile is probably somewhere on the list of biggest Yonnul/Theron shippersjust like Yonnul is definitely on the list of biggest Hemile/Theron shippers.It is the best.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

I mean considering how quickly things movedfor them… According to SoR, they kissed first on Rishi. But I think they wouldhave actually kissed not long after meeting.

Who confessed their feelings first?

Yonnul drunkenly confesses that he lovesTheron to his sisters but doesn’t realize Theron is also in the same room whenhe says it. (Poor Mel and Rhori were stuck in the middle of that one.)

What was their first official date?

It probably took place at a diner. Yonnuldecides not to suggest a bar for once and invites him to dinner instead. It’snice. They can talk for once and actually get to know each other a bit better.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

I think they are definitely good for them.Yonnul would get a kick out of them.

What do they do in their down time?

I feel like theirdowntime is spent doing as little as possible. Yonnul walks around in his pjswith horribly messy hair, eating chips and getting Theron to stop working. It’snot an easy task, but he’s going to do it, damn it. (And honestly if Hemile isin on this as well, Theron doesn’t stand a chance.)

What was thefirst meeting of parents as an official couple like?

Okay so Yonnul can’t exactly introduce Theron to his mom and dad(considering he’s one of the ones who.. you know… kills his father.) But themeeting between Yonnul and Theron’s parents? Well, he already kind of knewthem. And he was definitely a pain in the ass. I feel like he shows up superlate to a council meeting, sporting a hickey in plain view and says “Theronsays hello, by the way” in his usual, disinterested manner.

What was their first fight over and how didthey get past it?

First fight isprobably about a giant stuffed wampa that is used for a coat rack and thatYonnul and Hemile like to dress up. His name is Hector. Theron isn’t a fan ofthe giant, ugly thing lurking in the doorway. The wampa stays. Theron has toget used to this. (Because I’m pretty sure Yonnul and Hemile would dig Hectorout of the trash if he was thrown away.)

Which one is more easily made jealous?

This question willthrow me off every single time because ??? I don’t think Yonnul would getjealous because of who he is. And idk how jealous Theron would get but I alsodon’t see it???

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

Yonnul likes hisgreasy diner food. Bar food or diner food.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favouritecuddling position?

Definitely spooning.And Yonnul is the unsettling big spoon because he talks in his sleep andgenerally says super weird and unsettling things.

Are they hand holders?

If you think thatYonnul would pass up on the chance to hold Theron’s hand, drunk or sober, youare wrong. Hand holding to show support, to show love and to show off.

How long do they wait before sleeping togetherfor the first time? What’s the circumstances?

Not long at all. Ifeel like they thought it would be a one-night stand, but then they keptworking together and it became something a more.

Who tops?

Honestly this onecould go either way. Probably Theron for the most part???

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotteninto?

This one probably hassomething to do with either some news or evidence from Yonnul’s lost/repressedmemories or it has something to do with his treading the line between light anddark a little too much. Because Yonnul has aggressively ignored the missingmemories because no one seemed too concerned about it when he came back (Ey we’rejust gonna throw your ass right back at the Empire no you don’t need some timeto recover). And yeah he definitely has killed at least one sith in cold blood(even though it’s been more, Theron just wasn’t on the comm channel with theothers).

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

Yonnul does a lot ofshopping, particularly when he has free time and Theron is busy with other. ButI don’t know that either of them knows how to cook anything remotely edible.They probably order a lot of takeout.

Which one is more organized and prone totidiness?

Theron is probablybetter organized for the most part. But like… If Yonnul is throwing a party, hegoes on a cleaning spree

Who proposes?

I feel like if ithappens. Yonnul would have to be the one who proposes. In the most dead seriousmanner.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloretteparties or separate?

Separate. Becausethere has to be the super secret spy party for Theron thrown by Cryz and Balkar(so naturally everyone knows.) and Yonnul goes bar hopping with a select few.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any othergroomsmen or bridesmaids?

Cryz definitely workedher way into the wedding party. Probably Balkar. (*cough*hemile*cough*) MaybeRhori? Pitha for sure.

Big Ceremony or Small?

Obnoxiously big. Hugeparty afterwards. Yonnul definitely invited at least one council member.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?

Yep. These guys need abreak, though I feel like it’s more along the lines of Yonnul saying they weregoing somewhere but they’re actually just staying at home.

Do they have children? How many?

No. Yonnul knows hedefinitely wouldn’t be a good caretaker for any small children (he gets to heara lot about how Pitha turned out, I’m sure.). He gets his small child fill byvisiting Numelia and her kids.

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