#I’ll be a shy lil doe

[rosicheeks]

thinking about kidnapping you and asking what kind of pet you want to be… maybe an adorable kitten 👀💖 or a soft, eager puppygirl… or a sweet breeding bunny 🤭🥰 i’ll lay out a bunch of tail plugs and cute outfits and animal ear headbands, and have you choose~?

-🌸

😍

[princessbrunette]

smoking pot with jj..all smiley and dopey and oh so obviously done for..giving him THE eyes..getting pushed back into his sheets that are so obviously a man’s..navy blue..he smells like boy and he talks like boy and he’s just so masculine..fuck him dirty style give him the swivel 360

you get me so bad because i love that jj is just such a GUY yk…. hes such a DUDE….. got the blue bed sheets and the heavy hands and he can’t help himself from looking at your tits in your cute lil tank top whilst you’re smoking and laying on the moves because he’s just a GUY!!!!!!!

being soooo giggly n girly with him, twirling your hair n getting all shy when he kisses you, saying stuff like “you really like me?” all giddy, and he’s just dumbfounded in that confident but dorky jj way :(

“uh well yeah. i mean look at you. you’re like… incredibly outta my league but like that’s fine. i’ll definitely treat you right n’stuff.” and his mouth is all red n swollen from kissing and you just <333333 sooooo smitten !!!!!!!!

dry humping on the bed before you get down to it and he’s swearing and sighing against your mouth saying stuff like “you knew what you were doin’ when you were looking at me like that right? the whole doe eyes thing? dude it’s like my weakness. you’re perfect.” !!!

[svuguru]

big brother geto fingering his cute little sis to sleep…? 🫶🏻💗

Incest, minors and antis dni!!!! I’m not responsible for the content you do or do not consume ^_^ this is so funny cuz I had something like this in my drafts a while ago :3 lil bit of manipulative suguru... lolz

Big bro Sugu that convinces you that fucking your brother is normal and okay :< like just watching a movie with you at night while your parents are out of town, you’re sitting on his lap all sleepy with his hands in your little pink short shorts, playing with your sensitive clit.

Your legs are spread wide for your generous brother Suguru, your eyes heavy with drowsiness, and his fingers slowly inching closer to your tight little hole, your breath uneven as he smears your juices around your pussy.

“My pretty baby,” he whispers into your ear and you whine in response, your breath hitching and your back arching off of Suguru’s chest. “‘S okay, ‘s okay, don’t cry, sweet girl,” but you really can’t help the tears that gather in your eyes and fall down your plump flushed cheeks. You're not sure why you're crying, maybe you're just really sensitive or really tired.

“Sugu,” you whimper, your hands reaching for his wrists to latch onto them.

“Uh-huh? What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Everything about it is so filthy, and you don’t even know how wrong it is because he’s convinced you that all big brothers do this with their little sisters.

“Wan’—wan you to play w’me, please..” you mumble, trailing off as the television plays only as background noise.

“Yeah? Where? Where do you want big bro to play with you?” Suguru asks and you pout at his teasing demeanor. “Can’t help you if you don’t tell me where,” and he does have a point there, so with every bit of dignity you have left, you answer him.

“Mh.. down… down there, please? With my… with my…” once again, you trail off, too shy to finish but thankfully big bro Suguru has some mercy.

“Okay, okay, princess, I’ll help you,” so his fingers gently slip into your tight hole with ease thanks to your wetness. A yelp falls from your lips at the feeling, squeezing his long digits, squirming and crying.

“Suguuu!” Tears fall from your lash line, and at the sight of your face all flush and tear-stained, Suguru can feel his pants get tighter.

“I know, I know, shh, I know ‘s a lot, but you can do it f’me, yeah? Do it for your big brother, hm?” And he presses a kiss to your cheek, tasting the salty tears on the skin. "You're welcome to take a nap by the way, princess, I don't mind.. get your beauty rest, pretty girl." Suguru's fingers hold still in your poor cunny for a moment or two before he begins to slowly move his wrist back and forth with no warnings.

His eyes dart up to the television to watch the channel playing, all while you slowly begin to drift into slumber with his long digits stuffed up your sopping pussy. Occasionally, your breath hitches from the feeling of your brother's fingers fucking you lovingly to sleep because you've been having trouble doing so yourself.

"You're doing such a good job, sweetheart," Suguru whispers against your cheek, his gaze falling back onto your sweet face. He has to hold back the urge to plant kisses all over your skin so as to not disturb your sleep, which is almost funny given the fact that he's thrusting his fingers into your needy pussy.

He can feel your body relax against his every passing second and notices your whines getting less frequent. His dick throbs at the sight of his sweet sister looking so peaceful on his lap despite his hands in your pajama shorts, fucking you carefully and gently.

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: frienemies-to-lovers, kinda mean!Eddie? shy!reader, swearing, a lil smoochin', mentions of lack of confidence and poor self image, cute nicknames

a/n: hi bb, will you be my valentine? I don't love writing mean!eddie but its okay because we can always fix him :)

Valentine’s Day.

A day which the Hawkins High elite are positively buzzing over the plethora of cheap red and pink decorations.

Cheerleaders swoon over poorly constructed cards from their popular boyfriends, while dozens of obnoxious mylar balloons take up way too much space in the already crowded hallways.

Beyond the 14th of February, the reason for all the excitement was the annual Hawkins High Valentine’s Day dance—of which you were head of the committee.

Was it because you were the only Senior to volunteer their time to coordinating it instead of attending it? Maybe, but at least it gave you a reason to show up to the dance without a date.

...and avoid looking like the pitiful wallflower you are.

You also knew you’d have no time to rush home and get ready after your last class, so here you are. Standing outside of the AV Club door, decked out in your new crushed-velvet dress. It's ruby red and dangerously short.

This was definitely out of your comfort zone. You typically preferred to be invisible. It’s easier that way; no one can hurt what they can’t see. Right?

But when this dress caught your eye in the mall shop window, it was the first time you could ever remember wanting to be seen. Wanting to try to look like the pretty girls who walk the halls everyday vying for the attention of others.

The dance gave you the perfect excuse. Sure, it’s not like you had a date or anyone asking you to go, but you felt so beautiful. The way the dress hugged your body made all the staring and whispering as you walked down the hallway so, so worth it.

“Hey—whoa…” Dustin’s voice dropped when he walked around the corner, arms full of equipment. “Y-you look fantastic!” He said proudly.

Dustin was your favorite Freshmen, always kind and happy to see you.

“Aw, thanks Dusty! You don’t think it’s too much?” You lifted your boot, inspecting it falsely.

Dustin smiled, “It’s too much for 6th period Spanish, but not for Valentine’s Day that’s for sure.”

He unlocked the door, and held it for you.

Dusting grabbed a pen and paper to write down what you’d need the AV Club’s help with after school.

With hands on your hips, you looked around the room. “Okay, so I definitely need the projector, and if you could set it up before—“

An annoying, loud, cocky voice cut you off. “Henderson! What the hell is takin’ you so long?”

Eddie fucking Munson.

You watched as he sauntered into the room, DIO jacket and all. He clapped Dustin on the shoulders before turning his gaze to you.

“Holy shit. That you, Mouse?”

Mouse. A nickname you loathed.

You’d made the mistake of sitting at the Hellfire table your Freshman year, and he’s never let let you live it down. Once Eddie saw just how shy you were, he made it his mission to get under your skin.

He'd plopped down into the seat next to you, assuming you were there to cause him and the guys trouble. “New girl’s trying to get in good with the freaks, hm?”

You jumped and began to frantically pack your belongings, “I-I…I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I’ll just go—"

When he realized you were nervous, he changed his tone. No longer was he on edge, but rather trying to make you laugh. Show you it's okay to give him a taste of his own medicine. “No no, little mouse. You’re not scurrying away that easily.”

Four years later, you’re both still here and Eddie’s been a thorn in your side ever since. You thought you'd be rid of him once he graduated, but he flunked--twice. Condemning you to another year full of his nonsense.

His obnoxious, overly-confident, doe-eyed nonsense.

“Munson.” You couldn’t help the eye roll. “Dustin and I are working on something so,” you flicked your hand toward the door. “Skedaddle.”

“Oof,” he teased. “You kiss your mother with that potty mouth?”

Eddie walked past Dustin, hands on his hips as he took you in. “Why, may I ask, are you dressed so fancy, princess? Hot date with a frog?”

Okay, guess we’re playing this game.

“The only frog I know is you, Munson.”

His hand flew to his heart. “You hear this, Henderson? Who knew Mouse could be such a brat?”

“If you’ll excuse me,” you attempt to sidestep him, but he blocks your path. Big brown eyes watching your every move. “Don’t you have anything better to do than push my buttons?” It’s a pitiful gripe. You know he enjoys this far too much.

“C’mon, sweetheart. If I didn’t talk to you, who the hell would?”

Ouch.

Something no doubt said in jest, but it hurt to realize just how right he was. You had tons of acquaintances, and you got along great with the teachers. As for friends, the well's a bit dry in that department.

You cleared away the tightness in you throat. “Yeah, I don’t have time for this. I’m actually contributing to society. How about you?” Your face was twisted into a sarcastic smile, attempting to hide the hurt.

Eddie on the other hand thought the two of you were simply playing your favorite game. Seeing just how flustered he could make you before you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah, you’re a real Nancy Reagan.” He laughed, gesturing to your dress.

Your eyes honed in on him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” he reached out, sweeping a piece of hair off of your cheek. “If you wanted a little attention, you didn’t have to do all this.”

This.

Said as if the word tasted rotten. Disgusted by what you’d considered to be you at your most beautiful.

I must look like a fucking fool.

The stinging in your eyes got stronger every second you stood in his presence. Your gaze locked onto the floor, following your feet as you left. “Bye, Dustin. I’ll see you later.”

Dustin protested, calling you back before turning his disappointed glare to Eddie.

“Dude…” he chided.

Eddie scoffed, “What? Henderson I was joking—she knows that, okay? That’s our whole thing.”

"Eddie, she was crying!"

Were you? No, no way. This is what the two of you do.

"No, she wasn't." He said unconvincingly. "You don't know her like I do, little buddy. She's a good girl, loves the cat-and-mouse of it all." Eddie wasn't sure if he was trying to convince himself or Dustin.

Eddie had a fuck of a time in O'Donnell's class, and now on top of all of that, he's late to set up Hellfire.

He moved a bit quicker down the hall, easy enough since most of the school left to get ready for the Desperate Dance. He intentionally always schedules DND on nights like this, that way he'd never have to be caught dead--

Eddie's stopped in his tracks at the sight of the trashcan at the end of the hall. He spots a familiar piece of red fabric hanging out of the bin.

He pulled it like a magician, revealing more and more of the velvet clothing until its fully removed,

A dress.

Your dress.

Why the fuck did you throw it in the trash? You we're the most confident Eddie had ever seen you while you wore this thing.

...and you looked drop dead gorgeous, but that's beside the point.

He heard your voice coming from the gym, and abandoned all thoughts of DND.

Eddie burst through the double doors, ignoring the frilly pink and red decorations for the dance. He weaved between the underclassmen carefully setting up the tables and backdrops to make his way over to you.

You, who now instead of being in your beautiful fucking dress, are in you school-supplied gym uniform. Your hair was pulled back, no longer falling in the perfectly natural way you had it earlier. Your makeup was gone--Eddie didn't mind that, he didn't think you needed it anyway.

But you'd never looked so small to him.

He called your name more gently than you've ever heard him speak. When you turned and saw your dress in his grip, you wanted to disappear.

Had he come to gloat?

"Why the hell was this in the trash?" he's not smirking, or sarcastic when he says it.

"Didn't like it." It's all the pain in your throat will let you get out.

You walk away from him, hurrying to find something else to do beside stand there and be made fun of by Eddie Munson.

"Bullshit," he calls after you, quick on your heels. "You don't wear a dress like this and look the way you look in it and just decide you don't like it."

You could feel the tears returning as soon as you stopped walking. "I don't know what you wanna hear," your back was to Eddie, but you felt his gaze regardless. "I just didn't like it...anymore, okay?"

The fake organization of the ribbons in front of you didn't deter him, he remained behind you in silence until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Did...did I say something? Earlier, in the AV Club." He spoke so softly, and with such sincerity, you'd never know it was Eddie talking to you.

You sniffled, angry at yourself for letting him hear how upset you were. "I don't know what you mean."

"Henderson," He's quick on your heels. "Henderson said you were crying when you left."

You don't--can't say anything. Trying desperately to will the tightness in your throat to go away and the tears to dry before they fall from your eyes. A small, shaking breath passes your lips.

"Please look at me, Mouse." His voice is hushed when he calls out to you.

You turn to him begrudgingly. Hoping if he saw the mess he made he'd leave well enough alone.

But when he sees your face, with red eyes and damp tear-stained cheeks, his heart falls into his stomach.

"Oh, oh sweetheart--"

You beat him to it. "I'm fine, Munson. Just...just give me the stupid thing, okay? I'm better off invisible, anyway."

"You've never been invisible to me." Eddie hands you the dress, and watches as you wring it between your hands. "I'm sorry, Mouse."

You scoff, "You didn't--"

"Yes I did," He says firmly. Eddie steps into you, closer than he's been before. "I made an asinine comment thinking we were playing our little game, but it's not a game if someone gets hurt, especially you."

Eddie swipes away the tear on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You looked beautiful. You're always beautiful, but that dress? Honey, I couldn't think straight. I'm a dumbass half the time, but I turned into a god damned Neanderthal when I saw you in that."

Your brain couldn't process what was happening. It almost sounded like Eddie...liked you?

"I thought," You looked down, embarrassed to even say it out loud. "I finally felt pretty, pretty enough to be seen and not just in the background."

Eddie's brow softens at your words, "Mouse, I see you. You're one of the only things I look for throughout the day. Always lookin' out for the pretty shy girl with the smile that makes me go weak in the knees."

You laugh at that. "I guess I always look for the obnoxious metal head that's way too good at getting under my skin."

Eddie chest rumbles with a laugh, too. "You're too good at calling me on my crap, what do you expect me to do?"

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, and it has Eddie clearing his throat. "Can--can I give you a hug? Hate that I made my favorite girl cry."

The smile on your face speaks volumes, but you nod anyway.

When you're wrapped in Eddie's arms, his warmth seeps through your bones, relieving any tension or nerves. His scent invades your senses, warming your belly and heart. You melt into him completely.

Eddie can't believe how well you fit in his arms, like a damn puzzle piece if you asked him. He smells you shampoo, and memorizes the fragrance, filing it away in his mind as his new favorite smell.

When you pull back, he leans his forehead on yours. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I really am."

You nod, moving his head a bit as it rests on yours. "I know."

Eddie steps away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ya know, uh, if you're not busy, I'm running a DND campaign tonight. I'd love it if you sat in and maybe after...I don't know, maybe I could take you to Benny's?"

You smirked, eyes narrowing at him. "You asking me out, Munson?"

His eyes widened in sheer panic, "Oh--oh my God, I read this all wrong, huh? Please just forget--"

You're quick to ease his worry. "I'd love too."

Putting the dress on the table, you offer Eddie your hand. "Show me the way, Dungeon Master."

He takes it eagerly, but doesn't walk anywhere yet.

"Eddie?" You giggle.

"One second, princess. Damn knees turned to jelly again."

[sukirichi]

dusk till dawn drabble : thinking about a future where kiyoomi marries you and rintaro is married to iris, but rintaro still has feelings for you. and how kiyoomi is the definition of cocky knowing he was the one you chose in the end

note: this is for the team kiyoomi peeps !! but please know that this is not alluding that he is endgame, this is not a spoiler at all 😭 this is just a soft lil something for our prince 💓 (slightly suggestive, light angst for rintaro)

“omi...” treading to where your husband is, you sit yourself on his lap. his face is obscured by the newspaper he’s reading, but he hums in acknowledgement, unbothered as you gently push the paper down with your finger. you smile the moment you’re greeted by his handsome face, still in awe after years of marriage that he was yours now.

“hi, there.”

“hello,” he smiles, soft and tender. folding the newspaper and tucking it at his side, he drags you closer to him, his large hands drawing circles at your hip. “what does my lovely wife need today?”

“you make it sound like i’m only being sweet to get something out of you,” you playfully swat at his chest, “can’t i just come over because i wanted your attention?”

the chuckle that erupts from him is free, unbothered ― as he has been ever since you’d settled down with him and left the past behind. “you always have my attention, darling, but you only ever call me ‘omi’ when you want something else. so tell me, and i shall give it to you.”

your heart flutters at his words, but that same wave of giddiness dies down as you scrunch your nose. “well, you see. . . rintaro’s coming over with the kids later. they said they wanted to play with the horses again.”

you expect your husband to complain, or to refuse your request to welcome them. he isn’t oblivious to your ex-husband’s longing glances at you, or how he takes every opportunity to strike up a conversation on how ‘back in the day . . .’

rintaro’s lingering feelings never dissipated within the years, and you doubted it would anytime now. he had a bad of habit remaining in love with the people he couldn’t have when he was already with someone else.

much to your surprise, kiyoomi only leans back and nods, once. “okay. i’ll let the cook know to prepare dinner for all of us.”

okay . . . that’s it? it was that easy?

“you’re not worried?“ you pout at him, “or jealous?”

kiyoomi snorts, offended by the implications. “why would i be? i am the one you fell for, the one you married, and last time i remember ― if my memory does not fail me, of course ― it was my name you were screaming last night loud enough for the staff to hear―”

you slap a palm against his mouth, feeling his grin and laughter vibrate under your skin. “fine, i get it, you’ve made your point!” removing your hand, kiyoomi tenderly circles a hand around your wrist. your frown deepens, though its lighthearted and unserious. “you’ve been really cocky since i confessed to you. i liked you better when you were still shy around me.”

“forgive me, darling,” your husband grins, effortlessly tugging you to him until you’re stumbling right into his firm chest. “i couldn’t be humble when the woman i’ve pined over for years finally said she loved me, too. but i’ll be more subtle about it,” he amends with a thumb caressing your lower lip, his dark eyes already hazy with want. “your wish is my command, afer all.”

[kurishiri]

official IkeVil JP twitter role-played with fans as Roger

translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties. Please reblog, not repost!

and here are some of my favorite responses and some tidbits about Roger (and some others, through his eyes) 🥹👌 also I wouldn’t consider these spoilers; they’re more like bite sized fun facts you might find in a random scene in some random side story or event or something lmao also I don’t like the green gun emoji on my phone so I’m using the beer one instead.

1. Roger is trying to get along with Alfons (it’s not working so well though I guess, haha)

💬: Roger!! Have you been getting along with Alfons recently?

🍻: That’s always my intention, but whenever I see him he gives me a kind of disgusted look. So maybe he’s just shy or something.

2. maybe Victor is trying to get everyone drunk…?

💬: Roger, have you gone out to drink with Victor before?

🍻: I don’t think Victor really drinks outside. If anything, he’s the one bringing some good booze back to Crown for us. Could it be — he’s scheming something and trying to get us drunk?

3. Roger can crack a joke 😂👌

💬: I kind of just ate this without knowing what that liquid is, but what is it, actually? 🧪

🍻: That’s a love potion. If you drink it you won’t be able to think about anything but me——just kidding.

4. Roger and Ellis are the strongest!

💬: Who is the strongest in Crown?

🍻: Me, followed by Ellis. You wanna compare our strength now with an arm wrestle? Though I reckon you wouldn’t be able to win against me even if you used both hands.

5. Roger’s worst fight with Alfons

💬: Please tell us the worst episode of a fight you’ve had with Alfons〜!!

🍻: Once during a mission we got into an argument where Al and I almost died — that day I’ve never seen Victor look that quietly angry before.

6. drinking with William! (they’re the older bros of the group)

💬: What do you talk about with William when you drink with him?

🍻: Will knows a lot, so we’ll talk about all sorts of stuff. Like how Victor’s overworking himself, or how Jude’s got bad feet, or how Liam hurt himself again——wait, what are we, their guardians?

7. Alfons bombed the drinking date

💬: Hey Roger, what sweets do you like? Other than Alfons’ scone.

🪞: Are we talking about me? Oh, that’s my handmade scone that I put a lot of love into. Don’t you feel naughty with just one bite? What do you think is in it?

🍻: Hey, you, get out and go somewhere else already.

8. drinking with Elbie!

💬: Have you drank with Lord Elbert before? 🥺🍻💚💙

🍻: I have, yes. But I can never tell whether he’s drunk or not.

🪞: That’s because he always looks drunk.

🍻: Oy, Al, what are you doing here? Tonight’s supposed to be just me and the lil lady, so don’t get in the way like that. Shoo shoo!

9. Roger doesn’t just drink beer (surprise surprise!)

💬: What do you like to drink other than beer?

🍻: I also drink whisky, though I always prefer beer. What about you, lil lady?

10. Roger comforts you after a long day of work

💬: Roger, I finally finished work…

🍻: There, there, you did well. I remember your efforts very well. Good job today.

11. Jude and drinking, according to Roger

💬: When you’re drinking with Jude, have you seen him when drunk before? I want to know what he’s like when he’s drunk.

🍻: Can’t say I’ve seen him drunk before. It seems like that guy always got a calm look on his face, no matter how much he drinks.

12. what Ellis is like when drunk

💬: Cheers! I have a question, what is Ellis like when drunk?

🍻: Ellis isn’t that weak to alcohol… but he becomes a bit more fluffy than normal, I guess. But he can walk back to the castle just fine.

13. trying to get Ellis drunk…?!

💬: I heard Ellis is a little weak to alcohol. Have you taken care of him when he was drunk? Also how many cups does it take for him to become drunk?

🍻: Pfft, haha… Are you trying to get Ellis drunk? I’ll have you know Ellis is like a cute younger brother to me, so I won’t tell. I have taken care of him though——let’s leave it at that.

14. who can hold their alcohol in Crown?

💬: Who is the worst at holding their alcohol in Crown?

🍻: I think everyone in Crown is pretty good at holding their alcohol. But should we put that to the test? …No way, this really isn’t for me to gather information on them?

15. he be takin care of Crown when they’re drunk

💬: Who do you drink with most often? And have you taken care of someone when they got drunk!?

🍻: Taking care of someone… Ellis — no, Al, maybe? Oh, and also Jude… whoops, can’t say any more than that, or he’ll be after me.

16. what Harry drinks

💬: I always get the impression Harry drinks strawberry milk a lot, but when it comes to alcohol, what does he drink? I want to know 🦊🍸

🍻: Harry likes whisky soda. It goes well with chocolate, and I’ve seen him eating it together with the drink. Noww then, now that I’ve told you some important information, you’ll stop that lying fox from eating too much sweets for me, won’t you?

17. Roger’s advice for those who simp to the point of illness 😆

💬: My friends love you to the point they might be a little ill, Roger. They love you so much it’s too much for me to handle. Is there medicine to make them feel better?

🍻: I can introduce you to a doctor I know who has some good medicine. Want me to? His name’s Roger Barel.

18. he cooks?!?!

💬: I want to eat a meat entree with you, Roger! (this is sausage and roast pork that I made) 😋🍽️🥩✨ What’s your favorite type of meat? And what other foods do you like?

🍻: I would say steak, but any meat is good. But I also like salty things too. Sometimes I make things that go well with alcohol. Want some?

19. oh..? 😳

💬: Yippeeee✨✨✨ it’s everyone’s older brother Roger!! Congrats on your main story🎉💕 I really look forward to this summer! (I have 🦑 with beer)

🍻: You have as much excitement as Victor! For sure, look forward to it. I’ll make it a summer you won’t ever forget.

20. Roger’s recommended drinks

💬: I want to know your drink recommendations!

🍻: Mine is beer, beer, and more beer. Ah, having some ginger ale in between seems pretty good too.

21. he drinks with Ellis and Jude often!

💬: Out of the members of Crown, who have you been drinking with recently? Have you drank with them several times…! 🍻✨

🍻: I go out to drink with Jude and Ellis quite a bit. Well, I think I prefer drinking together with you the most though.

22. he loves meat at the end of the day eheh

💬: I’m thinking of drinking with you tonight🍻 What do you eat (snack) with alcohol? I’m thinking chips goes well.

🍻: My favorite is salty meat. But chips go well with beer too. Should we order some?

23. Roger’s advice for those who just turn the legal age

💬: I’ve turned the legal age, what do you recommend for a first timer…? Was your first drink a beer…?

🍻: At first, you should go for drinks that don’t have high alcohol content to see if you can drink it or not. Other than that, drink together with someone. For example, with me. And of course, the first drink I had was beer!

24. Roger’s favorite drinking partner is… ✨✨

💬: Is there anyone you want to drink alone with?? What types of things would you talk about with them!?✨

🍻: The one drinking in front of me, right now.

[calypsocolada]

WORTH THE WAIT | s. gojo

synopsis: a handsome regular gives you his number… request: "hi I was wondering if you could make a Gojo fic where you and him meet at a coffee shop were you work and when you are on your shift he comes to order something he started to flirt with you and he gives you his number on a napkin but you throw it away but regretted it" an: hi hi hi! i hope you all enjoy this lil fic! cw: none, fluff, not proofread wc: 1.1k

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“Just your usual?” You asked, hand paused as you waited for an answer. When none came you looked up. Your regular at the coffee shop you worked at just stared at you with this sort of wide and surprised look. You looked back at him, furrowing your brow. “Are you okay?” You asked, the man blinked and cleared his throat. 

“Uh- yeah… sorry just my usual.” He answered, face red. You gave him a soft and small smile as you clicked a few buttons on your register. 

“That’ll be three dollars.” You said as the man reached and grabbed for his wallet, fumbling slightly as he did. You wondered what had gotten into him today, usually he was so calm and collected. He’d joke with you some days, flirt with you on others. But not today. He pulled out his wallet, handing over a hundred dollar bill. 

“Keep the change.” Your hand froze the exact moment it came in contact with the bill. Your eyes snapped up to his. He gave you an almost shy smile as he let go of the bill. Your hand didn’t move.

“Wow… uh-- are you sure?” You asked as he immediately nodded his head.

“You deserve it.” He says as your hand moves slowly to ring up the latte and charge it. 97 dollar tip?

“I just make coffee.” You answer, trying to hand him his change. He doesn’t make a move to take it back. 

“Seriously, keep it.” He says gently and steps to the side to let the next customer order. You place the money in the communal tip jar and take care of the next customer.

“Here’s your latte.” You place it on his table, the white haired man looks up at you, face still red as he thanks you. “That tip was very generous.” You say as the man reaches for his latte, leaning back in his seat.

“I come here a lot and you always take good care of me.”

“You make it sound like I go above and beyond.” You laugh as the man gingerly sips his coffee. 

“Just showing a little appreciation. Next time I’ll give more.”

“More?”

“Mhm. That was nothing.” He says nonchalantly. Earlier he seemed shy but now he was slowly getting back to the confident regular you saw on almost a daily basis. He stuck out like a sore thumb. The only man you’d ever seen with striking white hair. He usually dressed in all black, eyes hidden behind black circular sunglasses. He even wore them inside. You never questioned it because he usually charmed the thoughts out of your head. You cleared your throat.

“Do you work around here?” You asked as the man nodded his head.

“I’m a teacher.”

“A teacher?” You echo, sort of shocked. Dressed like that? “What do you teach?” 

“The arts.” He says and looks up at you. At this angle you can see his eyes. The bluest eyes you’d ever seen. Almost like ice. 

“Hmm.” You hum. You didn’t exactly know what you took him for but an art teacher was surprising. 

“Y/n, your breaks starting,” Your boss calls as you nod your head to him.

“Well, enjoy your latte.” You say with a soft smile.

“Wait,” The man says, pulling out another hundred, he clicks his pen writing something on the back of it before handing it over. “This one’s just for you.”

“Seriously… that’s too much, I can’t accept that.” You say but he slips it into your apron.

“Enjoy your break.” He smirks.

“He gave you his number?” Your coworker asks as you turn the bill over in your hands. “Actually,” She starts to laugh. “He does flirt with you all the time so that’s not surprising.”

“He does not. He’s just nice.” You roll your eyes.

“Are you crazy? Seriously, you must be the most naive person in this world. The tall, handsome mysterious man gave you almost two hundred bucks and his phone number, constantly flirts with you and you still think he’s not into you.”

“I’m just some barista… seriously you overthink things.” You say, stuffing the bill into the communal tip jar. Your coworker looks at you with her lips parted. 

“And you underthink things… and what the hell he said that was for you?”

“It’s policy to share tips.”

“God,” She groans loudly. “I wish he’d flirt with me.”

The next couple days passed and you had about driven yourself into insanity. Your handsome regular hadn’t shown back up. The money had been evened out and you lost his number. You felt terrible. You could’ve at least taken his number and sent him a thank you for all the money. Was he really asking you out? Sure he seemed flirty with you but you had a tendency to read things wrong and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. But as the days slowly passed you realized how idiotic you were being. After all, the man literally gave you his number. Your last boyfriend was a complete loser and here comes a gorgeous man, tall and lean and seemingly had a stable job and could make you laugh and you blew it. You softly groaned into the book you were trying to read. The cafe was dead and in moments like this you tried to pass the slow moving time with books. But your mind kept wandering to him over and over. You closed the book just as the front door dinged. Your eyes flew up and sure enough met the black sunglasses on your regular. You audibly gasped, sitting up straighter. 

“M-morning!” You called out before your cheeks went bright red, embarrassed at how excited you’d just been.

“Morning,” He smiles.

“Your regular?” You asked as he nodded his head, pulling out his wallet. You had so many things you wanted to say to him but instead you took out a page in his book. “That’ll be three dollars.” Again he hands you a hundred and you blush.

“Keep the change.” He says and instead of placing it in the communal tip jar you slide it into your apron.

“I never got your name by the way.” You say over your shoulder as you fix his latte.

“Satoru.” He says softly. You hand him his latte and watch as his eyes catch something written on the side. He blushes.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to call.” You say as he locks eyes with you. You watch his thumb gently slide against the side of the cup where you had written your number.

“That’s alright, it was worth the wait.”

[haetrack]

JENO TIIIIMEEE

jeno who looks like a dom but he’s actually the cutest lil sub puppy ever ! jeno who’s lowk such a himbo its adorable, only knowing how to use his big cock to please u as much as u want 😓 jeno who practically worships the ground you walk on (so real) and jeno who loves being ur good boy <3

- ☀️ (next is chenle fr)

let me say this is the ONE!!! time that i’ll write for a member who i don’t usually write just bc i really want to write this… ☀️ anon u won me over…

imagining jeno as your boyfriend who always seems more protective when you both are out. he always has you close to him, an arm wrapped around you so other people won’t bother you. he’s always proud when you say he’s your boyfriend, a shy smile on his face as you do.

anyone would suspect that he would take you home on those kind of days, making sure that the only thing you can think of is him. except, jeno always finds himself letting you use him in any way you want. you toy with him, getting him so close to cumming by letting him fuck your fist. he always denies himself, saying he’d rather make you feel good by fucking you full of his cum.

and when he finally does get to fuck you, jeno is quick to fall apart. grunts and choked back whines fill the air as he fucks his cock into you. all he can think about is you, staring down at you, your teasing eyes staring back at him, “doing so good for me, jeno, s-so good!”

he’s panting out, drool slipping past his lips at your praise. his head falls to your shoulder, unable to keep himself up when your cunt is wrapped so tightly around him. he grunts, “let me fill you up, let me fuck you full of my cum.”

you let out a breathy laugh, “say please.”

he whines, quickly begging to cum. you can see how much he’s holding himself back, his hands gripping the sheets as his thrusts speed up. you can feel his cock begin to twitch inside of you, jeno beginning to let out choked whines. just before he cums, you wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him in place as he cums deep inside you.

he can’t help but let his little submissive streak slip out in front of his friends. it’s easy when all you have to do is tell him how good he is, ruffling his hair as you press a kiss to his cheek. his cheeks go a little pink when he sees everyone staring, but he doesn’t care when you pull him away to fuck in the restroom.

he says he is made just for you, and he helps you prove it by fucking you in that restroom. he doesn’t care how loud you both are being, everyone should know how good you make him feel. so by the time you both walk out of the bathroom, jeno’s shirt is slightly unbuttoned to show the bite marks littered across his shoulders and neck.

[baby-yongbok]

OK I saw an anon asking for another hyunjin fic bc of the vmas (tbfh same) and have an idea for another vmas hyunjin fic (if you’re up for it) hear me out:

apparently people were freaking out the other day bc there was this video going around of Sabrina carpenter waving at hyunjin when it turned OUT she was actually waving to Dixie damelio bc they’re friends…what if y/n saw that and thought she was waving at hyunjin too and got super jealous? I know I would even though I love Sabrina lol. so she starts giving hyunjin the cold shoulder and answering in one word responses etc and he’s confused so she says something like “why don’t you ask your new girlfriend” and he thinks it’s cute that she’s jealous and reveals Sabrina was waving to Dixie not him. And even if she did wave to him, he’s 10000% in love with you and absolutely does not want anyone else. Then after their performance and skz is backstage he pulls you into a closet/private room, locks the door and proves to you just how much he wants/worships you and no one else, in his sweaty state 😫 something like that? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about vmas hyunjin either and who can blame me

ps I’ve written to you before and idk if you take emojis for anons but if so can I be 🪽 anon? I love your writing sm and I know I’ll be back! I wanna be friends but I’m a lil shy lol… 🙂

I DID IT. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, DON'T HATE ME. 😭 Here you go, my love ❣️🪽

Let Me Show You

Hyunjin × Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: Semi-public sex?, Cum tasting (That should be it ❣️)

✨️Masterlist✨️ ✨️My First VMA Fic✨️

Surely you were seeing things right? You had to be seeing things. Maybe it was the stage lights or the adrenaline from the boys' win getting to you but you swear that the very beautiful and very talented Sabrina Carpenter just tried to shoot her shot at your equally as beautiful and talented boyfriend. Maybe it was harmless, Sabrina is a K-pop fan so maybe she was just trying to grab his attention and give him a friendly thumbs up or something.

You check your phone while you make your way backstage to meet the boys, of course they’re trending on every app that you have but a particular twitter post catches your eye. You stop in the middle of the very busy backstage hallway as you read the video caption for the third time, ‘Are Sabrina Carpenter and Hyunjin flirting?!’. You click on the video quickly, bringing the phone closer to your face as if you could zoom in on the interaction. It’s right there, it’s in very poor quality but it’s there nonetheless. Hyunjin definitely gave Sabrina a look and according to the video he did it more than once. You can feel your stomach turn as an emotion runs over you but you can’t figure out if it’s anger or jealousy, maybe it’s both? You take a deep breath and start walking again, you stuff your phone into your purse and shake your head a bit to try and get your thoughts together. This is a big night for the boys and you don’t want to ruin it for them by having an attitude but you also don’t know how to deal with this cocktail of emotion bubbling in your veins.

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“Baby, can you help me put this on?” Hyunjin holds his necklace out in your direction and you take it from him quietly. He furrows his brows a bit before turning around and allowing you to put the jewelry on him. He noticed your shift in attitude since they got their award but he thought that maybe you were just overwhelmed. He watched you as they got ready for their stage, you laughed with everyone and were talking to staff casually but when it came to him you were silent and short spoken. He instantly started replaying the last hour or so in his head. What could he have done to upset you?

“Thank you.” He turns to you and leans in to kiss your cheek but you pull back slightly, looking in the opposite direction. “Angel, is everything alright?”

“Yup.” Your eyes look everywhere but at him, even when he moves to your side to sit next to you.

“Are you sure? You’ve been quiet, did I do something to upset you?” He places his hand on your knee and you promptly cross your legs to get him to move his hand. You shrug your shoulders in response. Your gaze falls on Felix as he takes pictures of everyone in their finished looks. “Baby, come on.”

“Don’t you have someone else to talk to?” You huff, an over exaggerated sigh following your statement.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Hyunjins brows knit together as he racks his brain trying to understand what you’re referring to. 

“Why don’t you ask Sabrina? You seem pretty interested in her.” You roll your eyes and Hyunjin raises his eyebrows at your sharp remark. Felix had shown him a couple of the trending tweets along with the video of Sabrina waving in his direction, they laughed about it and Hyunjin told the guys that she definitely wasn’t waving at him and if she was he didn’t even notice her. 

“Ah, you saw that video?” You shift in your seat scoffing at his question. A small smile pulls at his lips as he watches you, you don’t get jealous often but gosh was it hot. Something about you giving him the cold shoulder turned Hyunjin on, maybe it was the way you rolled your eyes at him and how sassy you were everytime he tried to touch you. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it. 

“Everyone saw the video, so yeah.” You bite back, glancing at him for only a second before looking back over towards the rest of the boys.

“Baby, she wasn’t waving at me and even if she was I didn’t notice her. I was looking at the Stays that were seated in that direction.” Your heart starts to hammer in your chest as his words sink in. You can feel a blush spreading over your cheeks and a tinge of embarrassment in your core. He had pointed out the row of Stays in that direction earlier in the night but in the heat of the moment you completely forgot about it. 

“Why would I look at her when I have the most stunning woman in the world here with me tonight, hm?” He snakes his arm over your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug. “Is my jealous girl blushing?” 

You hide your face in his chest, trying to avoid his gaze. How embarrassing is this? Looks like you got jealous for nothing.

“Look at me, angel.” Hyunjin tries his best to gently pry you away from him but he’s interrupted by Chan calling everyone to get ready to go over to the stage. You look up, only because you know he has to go but his fingers catch your chin before you can look away again. Your shy gaze meets his and he smiles down at you, but it’s not a regular smile. It’s the type that he uses when he’s up to something. He plants a quick kiss on your lips before standing and holding his hand out to you. 

“Come, you can watch on the backstage monitor.” You take his hand reluctantly, an apologetic smile on your face. He shakes his head, chuckling a bit. 

“My possessive baby.”

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The boys absolutely killed their set but that was to be expected. You heard loud clapping and cheering as they made their way from the stage, a mixture of praises both towards the boys and the dancers. You join the busy crowd, clapping and looking through the sea of people for Hyunjin. Suddenly, you feel large hands on your waist and you turn around to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a grin. He’s sweaty and his breathing still hasn’t calmed down completely, He’s discarded the vest that he had on during the performance leaving him in only his black tank top. You open your mouth to congratulate him but he puts a finger over his lips, hushing you before taking your hand and pulling you with him. He makes his way in the opposite direction of the boys, towards the quieter part of the venue. You recognize the hallway from when the boys took pictures earlier, Hyunjin leads you into a small cut off hallway where some extra supplies seem to be stored. He closes the door behind you, placing a piece of paper over the latch so that you two don’t get locked in. He turns to you and you look up at him with confusion woven in your features. 

“What are we doing here?” You look around thinking that maybe you missed something.

“You know that you mean the world to me, right?” Your heart starts hammering in your chest again, your grip on your clutch purse growing tighter as embarrassment washes over you again. 

“I know, I’m sorry I should’ve asked you instead of drawing conclusions.” 

“Don’t apologize, you were being protective of what’s yours.” Hyunjin takes a couple of steps towards you, one hand sliding into the pocket of his brown designer pants.

“You know that I’m yours, right?” Your mouth goes dry when you take in his deepened tone, what exactly did he bring you here to do? You press your thighs together, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Your black form fitting dress rides up a bit from movement. “Answer me, angel.”

“Yes, I know you’re mine.” You clear your throat, trying not to show how much his words are affecting you.

“I only want you, you’re the only woman I ever think about, the only woman I ever look at.” He steps closer, reaching up to cup your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into his hand. His fingers brush against your lips. “Do you believe me?”

You shake your head, opening your eyes to meet his. He smiles at you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, melting into him. Your arms find a home around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue parts your lips, slipping into your mouth and stealing a taste of you. You moan into his mouth and he smiles against your lips. He pushes you back gently, prompting you to take a step back. He leads you backwards until your back hits the wall, you gasp, breaking the kiss and Hyunjin takes it as an opportunity to trail soft kisses over your jaw and down your neck.

“Hyunjin…we can’t do this here.” Your words are anything but convincing and you know for a fact that you don’t mean them. After the rush of jealousy that you felt earlier topped off with the breathtaking performance that he just put on with the boys’ you know that your body is more than ready for him.

“Let me show just how much I love you.” He plants a wet kiss right below your ear before whispering. “I want you to feel how much I want you, only you.” 

Hyunjin presses himself against you and you moan at the feeling of his hard dick straining against his pants. “Only you do that to me.”

“Hyunjin.” His name leaves your lips in a breathy moan, you can’t think of anything else to possibly say. He’s completely fogged your mind.

He starts leaving sloppy open mouth kisses on your neck, rough yet slow actions of affection. His hands trace up your sides, lightly scratching at the fabric of your Versace cocktail dress, dragging the fabric up your soft skin and exposing your plush thighs.You trail your free hand down his arm, moving to palm him through his pants but one of his hands swiftly grabs your wrist, pinning your arm to the wall behind you. 

“This is about you, baby. Only you.” He whispers against your skin before his lips make their way down to your chest, sucking and biting at your skin leaving red marks in his wake. His other hand grips at your waist, pulling you towards him and making you arch your back off of the wall.

 “I’m all yours baby.” He slides down onto his knees. Sitting in front of you, his large hands trailing down the soft skin of your legs. He looks up at you, his sparkling eyes surrendering to you. “I would never worship another woman like this in my life.” 

He leans forward, pressing soft kisses to the outside of your thigh and making his way to the sensitive skin leading to your core. You spread your legs a bit to give him better access and he groans at the gesture. His hands snake up under your dress, he hooks his thumbs into the thin straps of your thong and leads the garment down your legs. You step out of them, and Hyunjin wastes no time bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep inhale. 

“Fuck, I love the smell of you.” His words are breathy yet stable, he stuffs your thong into his pocket, a treasure for him to remember this moment by. He peers up into your attentive yet fucked out gaze, watching you as he sneaks the pad of his pointer finger up to caress your soaked folds. You jump at the contact, a deep moan leaving your throat, you hadn’t realized how much you needed his touch until now. You relax as he runs his finger up and down your heat, circling your clit and teasing your entrance a bit. Your hips buck against his hand, silently begging him to stretch you. Small whimpers fall from your parted lips as you keep your eyes on his.

“You sound so beautiful, angel. You’re so fucking perfect.” He pushes his finger into you slowly, curling it upward to caress your g-spot. You bring your hand up to your mouth in an attempt to drown out your moans. Hyunjin shakes his head, fucking his finger into you a bit faster. “Let them hear you, I don’t care who it is, Let them hear what I do to you.”

“Hyun- Fuck” He adds another finger, scissoring them inside of you to stretch you out. “Oh my god, that's so good.”

“Only the best for you, this is only for you.” He leans up on his knees, sticking his tongue out and licking up the wetness dripping down your inner thigh. His tongue works its way over to your cunt, flicking your clit at a delicious pace that makes your back arch off of the wall further. He hums against you as you buck your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers and tongue. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling as you beg him to keep going. He keeps up the pace, his tongue never stopping until you're finally pushed over the edge. You cry out in bliss as you cum hard, your body trembling with pleasure. He laps up every bit of your arousal that he can catch, leaving light kisses on your swollen clit as he allows you to come down from your high just a bit. 

“You taste like heaven” Hyunjin groans as he pulls away from you, licking his lips to clean up the mess you made. Your mind is clouded with lust, the jealousy from earlier nearly forgotten. The only thing on your mind now is how badly you want the man in front of you. How badly you need him inside of you. 

“I can feel like heaven for you too.”

“This is about you, angel.”

“Then fuck me, please. If this is about me then make me forget about that stupid tweet. You’d do anything to please me right?” Hyunjin, stands from his position in front of you. Your eyes stay locked on his dark ones as he towers over you. 

“I’d do anything to please you.” His words are soft and strong, he leans into you, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, the gentle nature that Hyunjin held seconds ago melting away into a frenzied lust. 

“You drive me insane.” He whispers against your lips and you moan into his mouth. Your hands run down his clothed chest, taking in his firm core and his shirt damp with sweat. You run your hand over his hard cock, palming and stroking him. A pornographic moan erupts from his throat, he breaks the kiss and his jaw hangs open in bliss. You look up at him, watching as he bites his lip with his eyes shut tight, concentrating on the way your fingers move against him. 

“I want you to fuck me like she’s watching.” Hyunjin groans deeply, furrowing his brows at your words. “Show her that you’re taken.”

Your words flipped a switch in Hyunjins head, he grabs your hip, turning you around and swiftly pulling your dress up to expose your bare ass. He lands a firm smack on both of your ass cheeks, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“I’ll show her.” He presses his clothed bulge against you and you can feel him unbuttoning his pants with one hand. “I’ll show her who I belong to.”

He runs his hands over your bare skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. He leans in and whispers in your ear “I’ll let everyone know I’m yours.”

You gasp as you feel his cock part your dripping folds, stretching you out deliciously. He pushes in slowly, allowing you a bit of time to adjust to him. Your moans fill the air as he slides into you, once he bottoms out he leans forward, pressing you into the wall so that you’re flush against him.

“I’m yours” He moans as he starts to move, his hips pushing against yours in a rhythm that intensifies with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping echoes through the hallway but is easily drowned out by your shared moans. Your head falls back against Hyunjin’s chest giving him the perfect view of your fucked out expression. He leans down, leaving soft kisses on your forehead, a sweet contrast to the rough thrust of his hips. 

“You’re mine.” Your words make Hyunjin’s hips stutter, pushing into you deeper, he bites his lip as he takes it all in. The way you’re clenching around him, your moans mixing with his, the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot. It all drives him closer to the edge. 

“You were right.” His thrusts become faster and harder and you squeeze around him as you draw closer to your release, meeting his rhythm with pleasure. “You do feel like heaven.” 

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he comes undone, his moans mingle with yours as he fills you. The feeling of his hot release throws you over the edge, you fall apart seconds after him, his name falls from your lips like a chant as your pleasure washes over you. You both still, his dick stays deep inside of you as you both try to catch your breath.

“Thank you.” Hyunjin hums in response, soft pants falling from his lips.

“For what?” 

“For showing me that you’re mine, this might’ve been the best type of reassurance ever.” You chuckle and he follows, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself. But, please remember that I mean this, there’s never anyone on my mind but you. You’re all I think about.” His sweet words send a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but to clench around him. 

“Oh fuck.” Hyunjin groans with a chuckle and you can’t help but to smile. “I need to pull out, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if you do that again.”

He slides out of you slowly, whines escape both of you from the sensitivity of the action. He tucks himself back into his pants and you turn around to face him, still leaning on the wall for support. 

“How am I supposed to go back out there with your cum dripping out of me?” You look down at the mixed arousal running down your leg and Hyunjin smiles at you. 

“Here.” You watch him as he kneels before you, dipping his tongue out and licking the stream of cum running down your leg. A groan falls from your lips as you watch him taste your mixed arousals. He trails his tongue up your leg, collecting all of the juices that drip from you until he reaches your swollen cunt. He runs his tongue over the sensitive flesh and you shiver in response, your head falling back against the wall and a moan escaping you. 

“Baby, I’m so sensitive.” Hyunjin hums in response and the feeling of the sound vibrating through you makes you clench around nothing. He dips his tongue into your hole, lapping up most of your arousal and cleaning your cunt to perfection. Once he’s satisfied he pulls away and stands, wiping his chin clean and smiling at you. He gives you a moment to recover before taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. 

“Next time that you get jealous just remember that you and I are made for each other. We’re perfect together.” You smile up at him and he leans forward kissing you with wet lips. He parts your lips with his tongue and gently runs his over yours. The taste of your mixed arousals flood your mouth and you relish the flavor. He breaks the kiss just as you move to deepen it, a slight whine falling from your lips. He grins down at you before running his thumb over your swollen bottom lip

“See? Don’t we taste good together? I only want you to mix with me, no one else, okay?” You nod your head, a sweet fucked out smile pulling at your lips. “I love you, angel”

“I love you too, baby.”

[ponderingmoonlight]

Yuji taking you on an ice-skating date

Pairing: Yuji x reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: You never went ice-skating in your entire life, but when Yuji asks you out...Who are you to say no to your secret crush?

Warnings: reader is a lil clumsy on the ice, just pure fluff, Yuji is the cutest, this request was in russian so whereever you are: I hope you enjoy and thank you my girls for translating 🤍

You can’t help but admire the snow-kissed landscape around you, all the trees and bushes that are covered in a glittery layer of ice that sparkles in the down-going sun.

But what is far better is the sight next to you.

“I can’t believe you never went ice-skating before! There’s nothing better than getting out of the city onto a little frozen lake.”

Oh, but there is him. Itadori Yuji, the pink-haired boy with a heart of pure gold. Not even the stinging fact that he’s the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna now can tear your gaze away from his gleaming eyes.

“Well, I’m not particularly good at ice-skating, y’know”, you remark with a shy grin.

The truth is, you never really went onto ice in your entire life. It just never appealed to you enough to go out all by yourself and glide over frozen water on your own. But with Yuji by your side, you might change your mind. Everything seems to be better with him, after all.

“Don’t worry (y/n)! I’ll teach you some moves!”

Electricity runs through your veins when he grabs your hand in order to help you into the skates you borrowed from Nobara. Just one glance at the perfectly frozen lake makes your palms sweat. You might want to spend time with your crush, but falling onto your ass and whining in front of him definitely isn’t involved in that.

“Let’s get started!”, he announces all excited.

He makes it look so damn easy, glides around the ice as if it’s the only thing he’s ever done in his entire life. Backwards, in circles, from the left to the right, fast and steady. And if you weren’t threatened to fall over right onto your nose any given minute, you could just stand here and stare at him all evening.

But your feet start to move on the icy surface on their own. Out of instinct, you stretch out your arms, wiggle for balance. But the more you move, the harder it gets to keep your face on the ground, to not fall over-

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Just before you’re about to fall very unladylike onto your butt, Yuji catches you in his strong arms with that smile that simply takes your breath away. You can feel your cheeks heat up in an instant, doe eyes staring right into his ones.

“Do you want me to show you some moves? I might not be the best teacher, but at the end of the day you’ll be able to skate on your own and that’s pretty cool!”

The way he softly smiles at you with his hand still resting intertwined with yours makes your heart skip a beat. This boy is everything you could have ever asked for, everything you never knew you needed. Yuji Itadori is so pure and full of love that it melts your heart like hot chocolate.

“Let’s give it a try.”

“That’s the spirit. Give me your other hand, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

You don’t hesitate. The second you position yourself in front of him with both of your hands laying in his larger ones, you are lost. Lost by the way he moves, lost by his cheerful smile, lost by the atmosphere around you. You feel like floating around, the ice underneath you becoming more and more minor. It’s just you and Yuji. Yuji holding your hands. Yuji not ripping his gleaming eyes away from you.

Just Yuji Itadori.

Until your blade hits a bump unexpectedly, sending you towards the ground faster than you are able to react. Fuck, you’re gonna fall and make a fool out of yourself in front of your secret crush, you’ll ruin this whole date with your clumsiness-

“Ooops, looks like the ice wasn’t even there. Are you okay (y/n)?”, Yuji laughs out, wrapping his arms around your waist, catching you mid-air with ease.

All you can do is hold your breath while staring up at his face. Only inches away, close enough to get touched by your fingertips, close enough to get touched by your lips. Oh, how beautiful he looks in the down-going sun, how mesmerized you are by his visible breath in the cold air.

But what hypnotizes you the most are those eyes. Filled with nothing but kindness, gleaming in the dim light like the stars themselves. Oh, you truly don’t deserve the way he looks at you right now, you don’t deserve to be blessed by his orbs.

“I needed so say this for a while but gosh, you look so nice (y/n)”, he suddenly blurts out.

Your wobbly feet glide around the eyes again, send you almost onto the hard surface underneath if it wasn’t for Yuji who wraps his arms around you even tighter.

Wait, is this really happening? You’re laying in his arms, smell his scent, get looked at by him. And now he just told you that you’re…nice?

“You have to be kidding”, you breathe out.

After all the things he’s been through, the horrible scenarios that must haunt him until this day, he still holds you securely in his arms while smiling down at you as if nothing ever happened. Yuji Itadori, finding you nice? You, who is nothing but a pretty normal person?

 “I would never do that”, he replies immediately, helping you back onto your weak knees.

You can’t help but sway a little back and forth, still drunk by the sound of his sugary words.

“You’re so important to me and that I never told you how beautiful you are is honestly insane. Thank you for going out with me tonight, you have no idea how much it means to me.”

“You have no idea how badly I fan-girled over this”, you mutter more to yourself.

Yes, Nobara definitely had to endure a lot since Yuji asked you out to go ice-skating with him. Well, even Megumi did…

“You did what?”, he questions.

“Oh, nothing”, you immediately reply.

“No, you just said somethi-“

“Nah, you didn’t get that right. Come on, let’s skate a little-AH“

“Watch out (y/n), you almost fell again!”

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[buckyalpine]

Imagine being obsessed with Bucky's nose. Every other girl fawns over his eyes, his lips, his dimple chin, his arm, his chest, then there's you. You’re always talking about how adorable his nose is. It’s so perfect. 

You love when he smiles because he does this little scrunch and its the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

He doesn’t know how to act when you gush over how cute you think it is. You’re not even together so he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than blush deeply and shy away from you. 

It’s all fine until  the rest of the team catch on and all he can do is grumble over how he doesn’t have a cute nose. The only person who can get away with it is you. It really is the cutest nose ever so they make sure he hears it every second of the day. 

“Awww look, he’s doing that lil scrunchy thing again!”

“Shut up Wilson”

“He’s like a bunny when his nose twitches” 

“Shut up Stark”

“Y/n’s right, it’s adorable”

“For fucks sake, not you too punk”

“He’s right Mr. Barnes”

“I’ll ship you back to Queens, kid”

“Adorable”  *boop* You walk by and lightly tap his nose, smiling at the way his cheeks blush immediately after, a goofy smile tugging at his lips. Everyone breaks out into shit eating grins when he doesn't give you a snarky retort, looking back at you with puppy eyes instead. As soon as you disappear around the corner, he glares at them, flipping them off while they all cackle. 

“Not. A. word” 

His mind turns into ABSOLUTE MUSH when you give his nose a peck, unprompted, just when you feel like it. He then breaks out of that trance and contemplates on wearing his Winter Solider mask again when others on the team try to do the same, just to fuck with him.  

I mean, its adorable, can you blame them? 

Anways, idk why I wrote this, I was just thinking about his nose, of all things. 

[hrryshoney]

I dunno if it’s horny thoughts you want but I’m ovulating rn so its all I have

like actually I want Matty to uh. fuck my face like it’s my cunt like. filthy nasty. like my head hanging off the side of the bed and he can see his cock going down my throat. and also record it so I can watch it every day.

babes it’s me, ofc i want horny thoughts! (also twins we are synced lol)

warnings below: mouth fucking, so oral (m receiving), recording during sex, maybe mean dom matty a lil, degradation, praise, dirty talk, spit in mouth, rough, again short and not proofread :( my legacy

“Want me to what, baby? Think you’ll have to speak up for me.” He leaned in, turning his head as if telling you to speak in his ear. The smirk on Matty’s face was enough to tell you that he did hear you. He just wanted to hear you say it again. You were still in your bra and panties, and Matty was shirtless with his pants around his ankles. You felt too covered but bare at the same time with the way his eyes were piercing you.

You felt bashful now, having to repeat the filthy thought that’s been in your head since he’d started pumping his cock in front of you. Exaggerating his moans and throwing his head back, your punishment of sorts. No touching, just watching. You squeaked out something, and now regret was filling you. Because Matty heard it, and he surely wouldn’t let it go. “S’nothing.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “Now’s not the time to go shy on me, sweetheart. You can act modest later.” He grinned, taking another step forward. His cock was still in his hand. You looked down to see him, somehow, even harder in his palm. You thought you could feel yourself soaking your panties. “Say it.”

Matty’s fingers were tracing some pattern on your bicep repeatedly. His smile was too wide for it to be nothing, and you tried to focus to feel what it was. As you were about to formulate your response for him, you figured it out. The distinct curve of an ‘S’, then an ‘L’- and you knew. He was spelling SLUT, and it made you whimper out loud. You were caught. There was no use in running. And even so, you liked the chase. “Want you to fuck my face, please.” You gave him your best doe eyes, fluttering your lashes as you looked up at him.

Matty groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he squeezed his cock. He grabbed your arm, bringing you to the bed. As you landed, you squeezed your thighs together for friction. His fingers grasped at your thigh, pulling your legs apart forcefully. “No, open your fucking legs. You’re gonna suck me off and lay here aching, I’ll tie your legs apart if I need to.” You whined, his words only turning you on more. You obeyed him nonetheless, legs spread wide so the wet patch on your light grey panties was visible. You could even see your hard nipples through the padding of your bra.

“Yes, sir.” You chewed on your bottom lip, waiting for his next move. He walked to the other side of the bed, letting his knees hit the frame. Matty’s eyes darkened as he looked at you. Like he was trying to figure out what to do with you.

“Let your head hang off the side.” He said suddenly, and confusion filled your expression. He looked at you stoically, raising his eyebrows as you stayed still.

“I don’t..” You trailed off, but Matty’s hand wrapped around your ankle. He pulled you into place as you let out a squeak. Your neck was resting on the edge of the bed with the rest of your head dangling off. “Don’t know what you can’t understand, baby. Gonna fuck your throat like you wanted so bad.” Matty’s palm caressed the expanse of your throat, letting his cock rest on your lips. “Tap my thigh if you need me to stop, okay?” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You smiled and nodded, feeling your face get hot. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for his cock. Matty was big, and you didn’t know how you were going to take him at this angle. As he prodded at your lips, you tasted the salty flavor of precum coat your tongue. He pushed it inside your mouth, starting slow.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, but allowed him to do the rest of the work. He was fucking your mouth after all, that was the whole point. You swirled your tongue around his tip as he pulled out, thrusting himself in your mouth again. Thank God you didn’t have a terrible gag reflex. Matty groaned out above you.

“I’ll use your fucking mouth like it’s a cunt. Nice and warm for me, all your holes are just so perfect.” Matty babbled in a drunken haze, pleasure filling his brain. He gripped your neck lightly, pushing himself in even more. He felt your throat open for him, and he thrusted his hips. You jerked slightly from the sudden movement, but regained your composure quickly. Everything you did had Matty moaning even more, the vibrations he felt on his cock were too good. “This is what you’re made for, take my cock down your little throat.”

You moaned around the base of him, and he pulled out an inch just to push all the way back in. You were breathing through your nose, letting him occupy your mouth fully. His hand came to the top of your head, and he gripped on the hair there. Drool was accumulating on his dick from the position he had you in, making the whole thing messy. As he went to thrust into you again, he saw something that had him clenching his teeth and throwing his head back.

He spoke through gritted teeth, “Dick too big for you, honey? Fucking- shit. See my imprint through your throat. Such a good girl.” And you wished you could see what Matty was seeing. What had him going so feral that he finally picked up his rhythm. Now, relentlessly using your throat. Thrusting into your mouth and pulling your hair. All that could be heard were his whimpers and the sound of your mouth getting fucked by him. Garbled moans that only egged him on. Sadist.

As if he could read your mind, Matty’s next words had you struggling to nod around his cock. A lame thumbs-up that you threw to let him know that, yes, you wanted that. “Can I take a video, baby? So I can show you how fucking good you take my cock?” And with your immediate agreement, he was reaching for his phone on your shared nightstand. He swiped to his camera app, and you heard the ping that indicated he started the recording.

You swirled your tongue again, swallowing around his cock. He whined lowly, knowing you must be showing off for the camera. He started to move his hips again, regaining his rhythm. And, presumably, the print of his cock down your throat. “Like a pornstar, baby. My little model.” He groaned out, focusing on your image through the video. You unhollowed your cheeks, letting your mouth hang open for spit to drip onto his cock. You inhaled deeply through your nose and let him take you again. “Good girl. Good fuckin’ slut. Natural at sucking dick.”

He slowed down, focusing on the bulge of your throat. He watched as you took him, using you as a toy for his own needs. Then, he threw his phone aside. Holding the either side of your head with his hands. He pulled the front of your bra down, exposing your tits. Hard nipples waiting for his touch. He grabbed a handful of your breast, pinching and tweaking at your nipple. You tried hard not to close your legs, the stimulation itself could make you cum.

Matty’s hips stuttered as you whimpered around him again, and you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth. “Gonna cum. Can I- down your throat?” His words came out in a mix, trying to restrain himself from letting go right there. He slowed down his rhythm, but picked up again as he felt pleasure overtake him. You let your hand go up to his hip, nodding the best you could and rubbing the skin there.

At your confirmation, Matty spilled down your throat with a cry. You couldn’t make out most of the words. Something that sounded like a mix of your name, good girl, and thank you. He tasted good, slightly salty but the warm liquid sliding down your throat tasted more sweet than anything. Quintessential Matty, you thought.

He was panting when you looked up, turning yourself to sit on your knees on the bed. He had collapsed into a sitting position next to you. A light sheen of sweat making his curls stick to his forehead. His cheeks and chest were flushed a light pink. When he opened his eyes to smile at you, he opened his mouth to say something, too. However, the words died in his throat as you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show you swallowed.

Matty’s big hands grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You knew he could taste himself on you, letting his tongue fight with yours. He kissed you passionately, pulling away and leaving your lips connected slightly. He let a string of spit fall in your mouth, which you immediately swallowed again. He grinned, “Good girl. Thank you, baby.”

He dragged you between his legs, and you could feel him getting half hard behind your back again. His hands flew to your clothed cunt, rubbing you over your panties. His other hand went to your exposed breasts, running his fingertips over the skin lightly. Pulling your nipple to hear you whimper. You were practically soaked, and he could easily tear the fabric if he so desired. “So wet just from sucking me off, huh? My own personal fucktoy. Think I should return the favor.” You only got slicker beneath his touch. “Can even watch our little video. See what gets you off faster.”

[jaylaxies]

heeseung + unexperienced shy reader?

heeseung is big on corruption kink. it’s the way he can’t help but get turned on by your innocent eyes and pure mind, as if you know nothing and need him to teach you everything. he doesn’t think it’s him corrupting you, rather, he’s purifying you for him so that you become his good girl.

the pretty dresses you wear which makes you look like an angel, the way your eyes shine when you talk to him despite him being the guy your mother asked you to stay away from, it only enables him to think that you’d actually do anything for him, so he simply suggests to help you learn the things everyone needs to know, and you being entranced by hee, agree to him with your whole heart. he loves how shy you are, so he starts off slow, brainwashing your pretty lil mind so you only think of him.

it starts from hand holding, as you start sneaking out of your home to meet him, and then hugs, a shy smile always present on your lips whenever he praises you. he focuses on your reactions whenever he does anything, especially when he starts touching you and saying “now i’ll teach you how to kiss,” with the charming smile of his, the lip piercing would only make you moan into his mouth unknowingly as he’d grope and fondle your tits gently. he finds it cute how you cum with the slightest stimulation.

however, as the days pass by, you can’t help but want more from him, as he’s told you that the main event feels even better that him eating you out or you giving him a head (he groans each time he sees his cum on your lips). so he takes you back to his place, which is shabby and isn’t as grand as your home, but you don’t mind, you’re too drunk in love with heeseung, or daddy, that’s what he’s asked you to call him. he takes his sweet time caressing your body and making sure you feel at ease before he takes your virginity, pushing his cock deep inside you, stuffing you full of him. and you cant think of anyone but heeseung after that. he’s ruined you.

[flaccid-rats]

I’m rewatching Moon Knight while I’m cleaning the house bc cleaning the house sucks and I’m trying to keep it ✨fun✨ but ANYWAY I wanna talk about this scene real quick

Because this is the sneakiest little bit of forshadowing/plot clues I have EVER seen and I fucking love it

‘Worm’ is Khonshu’s lil nickname for Steven, for lack of a better term, so you would assume that Khonshu’s speaking to Steven here. He does, after all, call Steven ‘worm’ 95% of the time from here on out.

However.

This is the first time Steven and Khonshu have ever interacted. Steven, up until this point, has never had anything to do with the Moon Knight side of the business. And yet Khonshu reacts to Steven’s sudden appearance like it’s happened before. “Go back to sleep” has a very this is not for you to take care of kind of vibe. It’s not a dismissal. It’s a go back to sleep and I’ll talk to you later.

And then Khonshu immediately follows up with this.

And he says it in a panicked and frazzled sort of tone. Khonshu sounds worried here. Which I find a little odd, since Marc has always been easily able to take back the body from Steven—up until this point at least. Steven has never been a concern for Khonshu because he knows and, for the most part, trusts Marc to keep Steven out of it. And Marc has largely been successful with that. Steven’s appearance here should be no different, and, at the end, for all of Steven’s reappearances, it wasn’t different. Marc took the body back and Marc handled it like he always does. There was no need for Khonshu to be worried.

But then Khonshu says this.

Which I think is a very interesting choice of words.

“Surrender the body” is nowhere near as harsh of a language as Khonshu usually uses with Steven. It’s a command, sure, but it’s also an ask. Surrendering is a voluntary action. And the language Khonshu uses with Steven is never like that. It’s demanding. It’s commands. It’s threats. Khonshu wants Steven gone and he’s not shy about letting Steven know.

We see it right here

He also, if I may point out, calls Steven ‘parasite’ here. Not ‘worm’. ‘Worm’ does not come into play until after this, almost like Khonshu’s trying to cover up a slip up of words.

But anyway.

For as worried as Khonshu sounds here, there is no hesitation when he says “you’re not supposed to be here.” There is no hesitation when he says “surrender the body to Marc” It is instant and it’s direct and he knows exactly who he’s speaking to.

Except he doesn’t.

The idiot’s in control.

Not the worm.

This is when Khonshu realizes who he’s talking to.

This when when Khonshu realizes he’s talking to Steven and not who he thought he was talking to.

And we know Khonshu’s not talking to Marc, so who else could he be talking to? Who would Khonshu know about, who would be able to easily take the body from Marc and keep it, who Khonshu would have interacted with before and would have been panicked and worried about showing up unannounced because he’s not supposed to be there?

Khonshu thought he was speaking to Jake Lockley.

Not Steven.

[shadowsandjasmine]

———

i’ll be honest. i never thought they’d get to the point of calling us anti-azriel for shipping him with the woman that he canonically wants to be with. so let’s dissect that a bit!

(i’m not going to even bother with the “his shadows hide from elain which is bad!!” take because at this point it’s obvious that is willful misinterpretation and we’ve beaten that dead horse long enough, i think.)

but let’s go through this point by point;

“want him with someone who has seen his darkness and can accept it”

did i miss the part where gw*n sees his darkness and accepts it? or where she really sees anything of him at all, especially when it feels like it’s pulling teeth for her to get him to open up to her in the first place?

Elain, on the other hand;

She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them.

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded—just once.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.”

interesting, that she does not balk from him and even finds the scars on his hands from his childhood to be beautiful.

let’s not forget him giving her truth teller to defend herself with;

Azriel, still limping, merely nudged aside Cassian and extended another option.

“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”

“It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.

I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

doesn’t seem like she’s scared of him and his darkness at all in this scene, even when presented with his shadows and his weapon of choice while on a battlefield.

on to the next point

“someone who makes him feel relaxation and joy”

aww, this one’s easy!

“Az, this one’s for you.”

“Elain turned from where she’d been speaking to Nesta. “Oh, that’s from me.”

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.”

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

Silence again.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous.

Elain smiled again, ducking her head.

Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

seems pretty joyous to me!

another one;

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading.

how lovely and relaxing!

as for the last part;

“someone who sparks goodness in his heart”

while i would argue my previous examples show her sparking goodness in his heart, that’s more my opinion/interpretation rather than irrefutable fact. i’m going to take a guess this is in reference to that lil spark he feels in the bonus chapter, and while i disagree and interpret it differently i don’t mind giving this one a pass (even though it’s under pretty suspicious circumstances, i don’t mind letting y’all have this one, even though it still doesn’t make sense pertaining to gw*nriel, because it’s about the only thing y’all have going for this ship at this point.)

all this is to say; if you’re going to make so bold a claim as to say elriels are anti-azriel for shipping him with the woman he wants to be with, at least try to use examples that can’t be directly refuted with canon text from the books, especially when you hardly have any examples for your own ship. it does not help your case.

[365granitegirlx]

NSFW Alphabet

₊˚ ୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧˚₊

Sub!Vessel Version

₊˚ ୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧˚₊

afab!reader

a/n: I have a multiverse of head cannons for Vessel. I’ll probably use this format for ✨fleshing things out✨This feels like the smuttiest thing I’ve done on here. Idk. Enjoy!

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

Aftercare with Subby Vessel can go either way. Sometimes he’s the one taking care of you. He’ll do whatever you need—hold you, get you a snack, give you space. But the praise will be constant. He’ll thank you for whatever you did to/with him, tell you how incredible you were. He’s just happy to be here 🥺 If you’re taking care of him he’s gone nonverbal and just giggles and hums happily as you play with his hair.

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

Vessel’s really really proud of his whole-ass torso. Honestly. Just look at the difference between the 2018 Download Festival and the TOG tour. Baby boy has 👏🏻 PUT 👏🏻 IN 👏🏻 THE 👏🏻 WORK! He’s loves when you rub your fingers down the ridges of his muscles but he REALLY loves it when you use your mouth (argue with the wall, he loves having his nipples played with).

His favorite part of YOUR body is any nook he can find. The crook of your neck is perfect for kissing, sucking, biting, breathing you in. The valley between your breasts is soft and yummy and good for nibbles. Oh…and the spot between your legs 🤭

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Subby Vessel loves cumming inside you (it’s nice and safe in there!) but he also loves when you make him watch himself cum. He’ll cum in your mouth but you rest the tip juuust on your tongue and keep your mouth wide open. If you’re giving him a handjob you tell him to watch as he cums on his pretty tummy. Then you tell him what a mess he is🥺

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

He’s been trying to figure out how to talk to you about light pet play 🤭🐶 he just wants you to call him “puppy” and “good boy” and be spoiled like a lil animal.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In general, he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. The quantity of partners is irrelevant because the quality is AMAZING. But in terms of being subby, that’s a little new to him! Sometimes he gets a little shy when going into his subspace and it’s hard for him to relax and get going.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Intercourse: missionary. He wants to see how you react and he feels so good and encouraged when you hold his neck and call him a good boy! Close second is seated cowgirl. He loves to hold you close and hide in your chest as he whines and moans.

Handjob: he either likes to be the little spoon or a get a reach around while he sits or lays between your legs

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He doesn’t mean to be goofy but sometimes he’s just so darn cute when he gets flustered from you playing with him. It’s hard not to share a giggle.

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

We all know now that he has a cute lil happy trail, but in my hc it leads down to a nicely trimmed patch. He uses a guard on his trimmer to keep some length. You begged him to keep the happy trail, and he agreed the second you dropped to your knees and licked up its length.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is SO happy to be with you like this. He feels really vulnerable being subby but he trusts you so much. Sometimes you two break the (already loose) dynamic just to kiss and whisper sweet nothings

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s not with you (like if you’re at work) he’ll get himself off and text you all about it. Sometimes he’ll text you the aftermath and ask if he did good 🥺 (I actually dreamt that. I’m serious. It was glorious)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He wants to try pet play but nothing too degrading or humiliating. Just something fun and brainless! He loves to be praised but also loves to be teased! He thinks your light degradation and condescension is really sexy. Other than that he just likes to be in his subby space and be your boy toy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He won’t actually fuck you in public but he’ll kiss and covertly grope you or rub up against you. His favorite spots are the bed and the couch in his home office because they comfy and easy to maneuver on.

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

Vessel is motivated by you two getting to turn off your brains for a bit and just indulge. He loves it when you lightly scratch his scalp…that alone gives him a semi🥺

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t want either of you to receive pain or injuries beyond hickeys and soreness. He also doesn’t want to wear any fetish gear. He also never ever wants someone else to join 😡

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

Blow jobs: he likes to either stand or lay so you can get a good look at him before you start. Maybe you’ll even compliment him 🥺 when he’s good he gets to hold the back of your head and face fuck you until you make him stop

Pussy eating: he’ll be the first to admit that he doesn’t really have a method to his madness but my god he’ll make you see stars. He moves around a lot to make sure he’s all up in your business and that you’re enjoying it. Those long fingers are up in you before you know it while he licks you. Oh and those eyes when you look down to watch them 😫

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He wants you to set the pace. He likes it when you take your time together but he secretly lives for when you tell him to just let loose. He’s rough and frantic but he’s able to edge himself so it doesn’t end too soon. He’s loves to get permission to be a scrappy, naughty little guy and pound into you like it’s going out of style.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

When he’s feeling subby he doesn’t want it to end quickly at all! He wants to luxuriate in it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t risk adverse by any means but as I said earlier, he doesn’t want either of you to feel hurt or totally dehumanized. He’s willing to try new things if that’s only a little part of the session at the beginning. Then he expects to be cooed over with all his favorite things (read: eating you out and hearing what a pretty boy he is)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go 2-3 times on a good day. He loves to lay back and let you make him cum as much as you want him to and where you want him to. Sometimes you’ll go three times without him even leaving your pussy. It’s so fun to sit in his lap, cock warming him, and watching his face as he tries to relax from the overstimulation but then wince because you’re tightening around him (for fun).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has no need for toys on himself but he LOVES to watch you use yours. He isn’t threatened at all by how it fucks you or sucks your clit— it’s just the best free, ethical porn on the planet.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Subby Ves doesn’t tease, he just likes to be a brat sometimes by playing coy when he wants something. He’s blush and hide a little in the pillows. What a sweet little dummy 🖤🤭

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

CEO of whimpering and whiny moaning. That’s all.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There’s plenty of signs pointing toward this man having an oral fixation of some sort but he loves to bite and suck. Even just your arm or thighs he’s giving you little chomps. It actually makes you feel subby sometimes and be his chew toy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I am NOT in the Prince Albert camp at all. What I do believe is that it’s LONG and uncut.

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

You two have sex often but he isn’t always subby during. When he wants to be subby, he is sooooo horny. Like pathetically rubbing against you and whining in your neck saying “pleeeaaassseee”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Being subby actually gives Vessel the zoomies. After he freshens up he usually spends a few hours playing something on XBox or PC, having a little snack, and info dumping about something as you rot on the couch and recover.