#IM SO EMBARRASSED IT'S SO MID 😭

[realkavehgf]

i woke up just earlier and i regret ever posting that fic oh my god im so sorry for the people who saw it 😭😭😭😭😭😭 im going back to my hiatus goodbye

[weezeranitsweezy]

as expected

[helianthologies]

also i couldnt decide what to watch while im waiting for new severance eps so i decided to watch star trek. starting with the original series. did you guys know that ive only watched like one whole season of discovery and thats literally the extent of my star trek experience thats crazy

[bakug0uzb1thc]

hey...uhh soo like I was thinking you could write a short thing like.. bakuogu and his girl are doing a school project and she says kat...I don't think this is gunna work for us.. i think we need to break up- sneezes, and bakugou thinks they are actually breaking up.. but the whole time she was talking about the project.. like..just somthing wholesome and a bit funny to me.. yk?

PLSSS i love this

Katsuki bakugou x reader

Misunderstanding

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“Idontwannadoit.” Your grumbles muffled by the pillow you suffocate yourself with. You and katsuki were paired to do a tri-fold presentation about any hero of your choosing and with back and forth bickering you both landed on snipe.

You were grateful that you were paired with him but displeased that you even had to do it in the first place. “Get your ass up, I’m not doing this whole thing.” He said poking your butt to which you groan into his pillow before accepting defeat and getting up.

You had just trained that day with him but it seemed that you were the only one who was tried after sparing.

“I don’t get how you are always so on top of things, it bugs me.” You take a seat next to him looking over at the tri-fold laid out on the ground. “Tell me How you even got into UA again.” He laughed at himself as you gave him a nasty glare. “Whatever nerd.”

You reached over to one of the printed pieces of paper re-reading what it said making sure it was the right one, it was but you noticed something off.

There was no gaps where the sentences ended and it ruined the whole thing, you needed to re-type it in a different font completely aswell.

You sighed at the thought of having to re do it but you also could be saved if katsuki did it.

You started crumpling up the paper, feeling the flat paper turn into a crumpled ball. “Kats, I think we need to break up-“

The uncomfortable feeling of your nose scrunching and your allergies acting up interrupted you mid sentence and the next thing you knew you were met with a frantic katsuki.

“W-what, I was just joking i swear. Im sorry.” He was wide eyed and looked like he was about to beg like his life depended on it.

“Omg no, kat what?” You scooted over to him and tried to cover a laugh you knew was fucked up to even have. “I sneezed, i was going to say we need to break up the sentences because they didn’t space out.” You flicked his four head, “god you’re jumpy, you scared I’m gonna break up with you?”

He looked away with an embarrassed blush. “Awhhh katsukii.” You sat up on your knees and hugged his head, his Carmel sent Dusting your noes.

“Don’t scare me like that you wicked woman.” He hid his face in your chest, realizing he did actually fear you breaking up with him.

“You’re too cute katsu.” You kissed his head, leaving a slight lip stain but we don’t talk about it.

You never thought you would have to sidestep step your wording with him.

(A/n: this was far from short im so sorry 😭😭 )

[hyuniemyunie]

Interrupted Serenity

shadow the hedgehog x gn!reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): sonic interrupting yalls cuddling after shadow starts to embrace his instincts🙏 why is this pic different from all my pics? no idea.

IM WORKING ON REQUESTS. i just need to empty my drafts first, theres a lot of finished fics in it😭

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

It started small. Little things.

At first, you thought Shadow was just getting used to affection. The occasional nudge against your hand, the way he leaned into you when you scratched the right spot between his quills. But then—then it got worse. Or better, depending on how you looked at it.

It started with nuzzling. Subtle at first. He’d rub his cheek against your shoulder when he sat next to you, bumping his head against you like some kind of overly dignified cat. Then came the purring. The first time it happened, you thought you were imagining it—until you laid your head against his chest one night and felt it vibrating through you like a low, steady engine.

"Shadow," you whispered, half-laughing, half-in-awe, "are you purring?"

He immediately stopped. Froze. Completely shut down. Like a Windows XP critical error in real-time.

"I don’t purr," he muttered stiffly.

"You literally just did."

"You're hearing things."

"Shadow."

"I'm leaving."

And he did. He straight-up left the room like that would erase what just happened.

But the next day? The nuzzling was back. The nudging. The low, almost subconscious purring whenever you ran your fingers through his quills in just the right way. He started instinctively circling around you when you stood still for too long, and if you weren’t paying attention? He’d just position himself right in front of you until you acknowledged him.

It was adorable.

It was also hilarious.

Because the moment anyone else was around?

Nothing.

Cold, unmovable, untouchable Ultimate Lifeform mode activated.

And the best part? It was instantaneous.

One moment, he was nuzzling into your shoulder, comfortably wrapped around you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—then—

“Yo, Shadow—”

BAM.

He was on the other side of the couch before Sonic could even finish walking into the room.

Just sitting there.

Arms crossed. Legs crossed. Staring at the wall like he had never even heard of affection before in his life.

Sonic, holding a chili dog in one hand, stopped mid-step. Blinked. Slowly looked from you—still sprawled out from where Shadow had just been snuggled up against you—to him, now acting like a statue.

“…What,” Sonic finally said, eyes narrowing, “is happening here?”

You turned your head, making direct eye contact with Shadow. His expression? Blank. Nothing. Not even a flicker of emotion.

But you?

You grinned.

“Oh, nothing much,” you said, stretching dramatically. “Just hanging out with my very affectionate boyfriend.”

Shadow’s ear twitched. If looks could kill, you’d be vaporized.

Sonic, meanwhile, slowly pointed his chili dog at him. “Ohhhh. No way.” A smug grin spread across his face. “You’re going soft, huh?”

Shadow exhaled through his nose. “Leave.”

“I knew it!” Sonic cackled. “I knew you had a mushy side! This is amazing.”

Shadow, still maintaining his unbothered, ice-cold composure, stood up. “I’m leaving.”

“Okay, okay, wait, hold on—” You grabbed his wrist before he could teleport out of pure embarrassment. “You literally just got done rubbing your face on my shoulder like a needy little—”

His entire face twitched. His quills bristled slightly, his body so tense you thought he might actually combust.

“I don’t do that,” he said stiffly.

Sonic, hands on his knees, was trying so hard not to completely lose it. “Dude. Dude. I gotta tell Knuckles about this.”

Shadow—without hesitation—turned and teleported out of the room.

Sonic and you locked eyes.

“…Do you think he’s embarrassed?”

“Oh, he’s mortified.”

And for the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop giggling because, despite everything, you knew exactly what was going to happen the second you were alone again.

Shadow was going to be right back at your side, nuzzling, nudging, and purring like nothing ever happened.

The next day, it didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen. After Sonic's teasing, you figured Shadow would keep his distance, pretend he was too proud to even acknowledge his soft spots. But as always, you knew better. The moment the coast was clear, the instant Sonic was out of the picture, Shadow was back at your side.

You were sitting on the couch, trying to focus on something—maybe a video game, maybe just zoning out. But you knew, you knew, the second he’d show up. It wasn’t a matter of "if," it was a matter of "when."

And just like clockwork, there he was. Without a word, without a sound, Shadow was suddenly there, sitting beside you, his presence so subtle and yet unmistakable. He didn’t sit too far, but he didn’t crowd you either. His eyes were fixed on the TV, but there was a certain stillness about him—like he was waiting for something.

You couldn’t help it. You turned your head just slightly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. His quills were a little more relaxed today, his posture still cool, but there was that familiar nudge against your shoulder again, just barely noticeable, as though he couldn’t quite stop himself.

“Shadow,” you said, voice soft, playful, “are you trying to be sneaky?”

He didn’t respond at first. He simply leaned in a little closer, the smallest of movements, but enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him.

“I’m not doing anything,” he muttered, eyes still glued to the screen, though you could see the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re imagining things.”

You knew he was lying. The air between you had changed. There was something different in the way he hovered around you now. He was still trying to keep up his tough-guy act, but it was slipping. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was enjoying this—enjoying being near you.

Slowly, cautiously, you reached over and brushed your fingers through his quills, a motion so familiar now that it almost felt automatic. And there it was—the hum. That low, steady vibration against your fingertips. The purr.

You smiled to yourself. He hadn’t even realized it was happening.

“Shadow,” you said again, louder this time. “You’re purring.”

His whole body stiffened, his quills slightly bristling, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave a deep sigh, still trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I’m not purring,” he insisted, eyes still trained on the TV, his voice rougher than usual. “It’s just... the sound of my quills.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, smirking, not buying it for a second. “Sure, Shadow. Whatever you say.”

You couldn’t resist. Reaching out again, you gave him another light scratch between the quills. His body reacted instantly, leaning into it like a cat getting the best back scratch of its life. You felt the purring deepen, the vibration stronger this time, and this time, he didn’t try to hide it.

“Stop it,” he muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice. If anything, there was a slight softness that you knew he didn’t want you to catch.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” you teased, continuing to run your fingers through his quills. “This is too much fun.”

“Quit it,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, his composure completely slipping now.

But the moment you let your hand fall away, Shadow relaxed again. His purring stopped, but there was an almost relieved sigh that left him. He didn’t move away, though. Instead, he leaned his shoulder against yours, just barely touching, as if he couldn’t bring himself to leave but also didn’t want to admit he liked it.

“You’re impossible,” you murmured, resting your head against his. “But I don’t think you really mind, do you?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you could feel his muscles tense again, like he was debating whether or not to argue. And then, with a sharp exhale, he gave up. “Just... don’t tell anyone.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, I won’t. Your secret’s safe with me.”

And that was the moment it hit you: Shadow wasn’t just coming around because he had to. No, he was choosing to. The tough exterior, the cold demeanor—it was all still there, but it was slipping away in little ways. Maybe he was embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t want to admit it to himself yet, but it didn’t matter. Every time he stayed close, every time he nuzzled or purred or made some small, almost unnoticeable move to be nearer to you, it was like he was telling you, in his own way, that he cared.

And you, of course, were more than happy to let him have his soft side—embarrassment and all.

“I won’t tell anyone, Shadow,” you said again, reaching over to lightly tug at his quills. “I think you’re kind of cute when you’re all... mushy.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward again.

You knew this wasn’t the end of it. It wasn’t going to stop with just a few purrs or nuzzles. Shadow was in too deep now, and though he’d never admit it, you were pretty sure he was just as hooked on it as you were. It might have started small, but now? Now, you could almost feel the change in him—just the tiniest crack in that icy facade.

And you were more than happy to keep him close, to be the one who saw the softer side of him, the one who got to tease him and let him enjoy the affection he never thought he needed.

It was all too easy to know what would happen next.

Shadow, pretending he wasn’t soft? That was so yesterday.

Now, he was yours.

[nanamiskentos]

CHERI CHERI LADY — choso kamo minors dni

prologue. → its hard not to be endlessly fond of your sweet boyfriend. he's quiet, unassuming but sweet, oddly so for a half-curse. but god, you want to jump his bones so bad.

pairing. boyfriend!choso kamo x afab!reader

warnings+. nothing really wild, just soft and sweet sèx with choso. first times, kissing and making out, heaps of touching, mild awkwardness but its sincere, creàmpiè...? choso is lowkey a súb, but there's switch in him too. choso calls reader 'my lady' near the start. established but new relationship.

word count. 2.7k song inspiration. cheri cheri lady — modern talking (1985)

a/n. gifs look so ugly on mobile im maddddd i promise its hd on desktop 😓 choso is suchhh a cutie. but this is lowkey mid but im too tired 😭

mp3. cheri, cheri lady, living in devotion, it's always like the first time. let me take a part...

you've been running your fingers gently through choso's hair, the soft strands slipping between your fingers as his head rests on your lap. his feathery black locks fall loosely around his face, and he's quite a vision, sharp and sorrowful features framed with a rare and private softness.

but now choso shifts a bit, drawing in a slow breath and you catch a glimpse of those haunting hazel eyes ringed by dark shadows, and clearly something is on his mind. it's sweet, you think, how shy he is — how his gaze flickers away before he speaks.

its a soft murmur of your name, low and husky; clearly satisfised like a large cat curled up on your lap and it makes you laugh, pressing a breathy kiss to his warm temple.

"my lady..." and it is said so softly that you don't almost hear it, but the reverence in his tone makes your heart shake, and it bewilders you at how he's so capable of the gentlest violence that unravels you in such a tender way.

you pause, surprised by the sudden tenderness of his words. he’s usually reserved, even guarded while fond, but now, calling you his lady, there’s a vulnerability in his expression that feels like he’s handing you something precious. you smile gently, watching him with a quiet love that makes his face flush, the faintest hint of colour blooming under that dark mark across his nose.

"choso…" you say his name softly, running a hand through his hair once more.

he looks away, smiling a bit sheepishly, his rough, calloused hand reaching for yours and intertwining your fingers, though his grip remains gentle. he hesitates, as though choosing his words carefully, and then his thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow and deliberate.

"i just never thought…" he trails off, swallowing as he looks up at you, “that someone like you would…" choso stops, embarrassed, but his gaze is so earnest it makes your heart skip a beat.

"i think you should get used to it," you say softly, squeezing his hand back.

his pink lips turn up slightly in a rare, almost boyish smile, and he leans a little closer, letting his guard fall just enough for you to see a warmth and devotion behind those tired, haunted eyes.

he’s such an old soul, carrying with him the age of over a century. but still, being locked as a death painting isn't quite the right step for emotional development and romance is something new and vulnerable for him, something he’s still learning to give and accept.

the thought brings a smile to your lips as you gaze at him, his eyes closed in a rare moment of peace. gently, you lean forward, brushing a soft, feather-light kiss against his lips, but the moment your lips touch, his hand finds your jaw, his fingers rough but tender as they cradle your face.

you quietly gasp as choso deepens the kiss, pulling you closer, his lips warm and firm against yours. he often has this effect on you, this feeling of intolerable longing and devotion and you part your lips slightly. his other thick arm wraps around you, holding you securely, his grip strong but his movements are careful, so utterly mindful of you.

the kiss lingers, and when you finally pull away, his hazel eyes meet yours, slightly dazed but filled with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. and aching.

intimacy is something that is...new to choso. when you first pressed your lips to cheeks, you thought that every blood cell in his body would explode, so flushed was he. and to your great amusement, he had mildly jumped. and so, you've never broached the topic of anything closer.

but god, you want him so bad.

"cho -," and your breathy purr of the nickname has the half-curse shifting up so he's no longer in your lap, but now chasing after your lips, leaning down so you're caged in his arms, and you run your hands up choso's arms, feeling solid and defined muscle beneath your clenched fingertips.

there's a slight roughness to his skin, and as your hands trail upwards, you notice how his muscles shift beneath your touch, taut yet responsive.

choso pulls away reluctantly from you, even half-curses need air, of course. but his lips are glossed, and slightly parted, in a deeper shade of blood-red. and a faint flush colours his pallid features, tousled and so beautifully undone that you bite your lips, hands fisted in the soft, woven fabric of his robes.

but now your boyfriend's large hands are moving with surprising gentleness as they fiddle with the hem of your own top, the roughness of his fingers curling into thin cotton, and each electric brush of his fingers against the light hair dusting your stomach sends bolts curling lower between your thighs.

"may i?" his voice is soft, laced with a quiet shyness but the rasp gives away the want that he must feel. and so, you nod and hope that he can't perceive how you tremble, hoping that he can't sense the way his hazel gaze pulls at you.

but he looks at you as if everything has fallen away, and you are no longer of this realm, but rather hanging the stars in the night sky for him.

and choso is now peeling the top away from your skin, and his eyes come to rest on your chest. at the sight of your perked nipples, his mouth parts slowly and softly, and you giggle at his awe. and so, you reach for his large hand and pull it closer to you, letting one hand cup your breast, "it's okay, baby. you can touch."

he releases a breathy "thank you," pressing his rose-bud lips gently to the tender skin of your chest. his kisses are insistent, and you sigh as he dips his mouth in between the shadow of your chest, "you're doing so well, choso." you don't miss at how your boyfriend's brows furrow in concentration, a tremor in his broad figure.

"hmmph," and choso separates his mouth from your sensitive breasts to speak clearer, "you're so beautiful." there is no pretense in his tone, no hesitation, "more than i could ever have imagined."

you curl your fingers in choppy mahogany hair, pulling him closer as he continues his ministrations, "yeah, have you imagined this?" and your tone is teasing, letting him release a wet laugh into your torso.

"do i have to say?" and choso looks up at you with hazy eyes, sharp canines peeking out from the corners of his mouth.

"mhmm, fuck!" turns out he's quite the biter.

hes leaving small bite marks on your neck and his teeth are surprisingly honed in on letting small bruises bloom on thin skin, marking you. small indentations and pressure on your chest and stomach leaving behind petals and flowers of stinging pink and cherry red.

"i have thought about it," and he's now soothing his tongue over the offended marks, "thought about you so much." and now his eyes are wider as he meets your gaze again, "is that wrong?"

you laugh, and a foggy burn and ache is settling between the apex of your thighs by now. but you want him to feel good first, to show him what it feels like to be pleasured. you press a single finger to his lips, watching as his disheveled gape reels in the surprise of being interrupted, "lean back, cho."

and he does, giving you the perfect opportunity to flip positions once more, switching so you are no longer caged by his arms, but rather straddling thick thighs that tense under his soft robes. his arms hover at his sides for a moment, and you can tell he's aching to run his hands over your topless torso once more, but they settle instead on your waist, fingers digging into the flesh above the crux of your spine.

he's fidgeting, shifting and you don't miss the quiet "please," that falls from his mouth in that low, gravel-hewn tone.

you poke a single fingernail into his neck, right above his bobbing adam's apple, letting the nail prick mildly and gently into his skin, "be patient."

your hands are in the waistband of his wide, loose pants and your hand moves past the soft brush of dark curls over his groin. for a while, you probe around his muscled thighs, running and flicking your fingertips over sensitive skin as he whines into your kisses.

"oh my god - i don't think i can...it feels so good -," and you think your boyfriend has never looked more tempting. choso's tearing down on his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth, and soon he's pulling on your lips, harshly kissing you.

you laugh, "you can, we've barely just begun." your hands find his cock, and you duck your face into his veined neck to hide your expression of surprise.

frankly putting it, it's massive. it's thick and girthy, and its practically throbbing in your fist. and choso's stuttering, jolting in your hold, "my love," and he draws out the name with such a shallow cry that you take pity on him, pulling on the silky, damp skin until its out of his pants, and hitting the cold air of the night.

"mhm," you lean down, ignoring the twinge in your back from the awkward position, "what do you want me to do, cho?" and you run your thumb over the fat head, "do you want me to do this?"

you press a soft, innocent kiss to the pulsing tip, before parting your lips ever so slightly to take the first inch into your mouth, drawing your lips back with a smack.

"haah - i...i didn't know you could do that, ah!" choso huffs, and you marvel at how he looks like a deity carved out of stone, one of perfection.

"i can do many things. like this," and you press the flat of your tongue in broad strokes to his cock, taking pride in how he's practically shuddering from your work.

truth be told, you just wanted to jump his bones and have him in you, like right now. but one look at the size, at the several girthy inches had you reeling. and you ignore the coiling tension, lifting your mouth away from his cock and he whimpers, a question dancing on his tongue.

you shift your weight back, leaning further against his bent knees as your boyfriend's gaze is...shaky. like he isn't sure where to look. how to take and drink you in. whether his eyes need to rest on your jostling chest, or....lower.

lower to where you've parted your legs, spreading your thighs while you straddle him. moving the laced edges of your underwear to the side, and you watch as choso's mouth falls open ever so slightly with a soft "oh!" like the air has been punched out of him.

"wan' you cho. want you so bad," and your right hands finds its way in between your thighs, brushing over hot slick, "but you're too big, you're gonna have to do something for me first," and you wonder, when did you start begging?

choso swallows thickly, eyes not moving from your drooling slit that glimmered with a faint sheen in the dim light, his tone dulcet, "what do you want me to do?"

you giggle again, pressing a kiss to his forehead briefly, "you're so helpful, baby. and here -," you take your index finger, tapping it briefly, once or twice on your clit, jolting from the stimulation, before running it through your sticky folds, "you just gotta do this for a while, just gotta keep this up, and then!"

you cut off your own sentence with a gasp, making sure choso's eyes are trained on you, as you dip your finger right past your walls, curling it upwards. not enough to hit that spongy patch, but enough to have you clenching down, "you just gotta do this too, cho. can add more fingers if you - hnngh, like!"

you need not say more, for the minute you retract your hand, his fingertips have already replaced yours, and you're suddenly twisting on him from the sudden contact. choso's good, fuck, he's good.

his touch is searing, as he explores the translucent gloss of your cunt, rolling his fingers through your folds and pressing his thumb down on your clit that makes you squeal, "ngh, cho. right there, fuck, that feels so good," and you're rolling your hips into him, at a steady pace.

"am i doing this right, pretty?" and choso's tone is petulant, achy, "is this right, is this, ohh, this good enough for you?" and how could you ever claim it wasn't? not when a thick finger is breaching your gummy walls, and then another — and his digits are pressing right into your pussy. if you were already this full, how would you take his cock?

"cho - cho!" you shake him out of his reverie, pulling his fingers out and away and he glowers up at you, apparently offended that you were the one depriving him of such bliss.

"you didn't finish. did i do something wrong?"

"felt so fuckin' good, baby. but i think i'll die if you're not in me, like right now," and you cock your own hips back and run your slick, weeping cunt over the hot skin of his cock as choso suddenly throws his head back, and he mutters something that you don't catch, a curse in an older dialect.

each inch, each press of his veiny cock working through your pussy has the two of you keening, and you're suddenly letting his arms wrap around you, hold you stable as you let him sheathe himself in to the hilt.

choso's hands bruise at your hips once more, and you're not quite sure what has shifted in your sweet, shy boyfriend, but now he's suddenly cockier, and a cunt-struck twisted grin is plastered on his face, as he bucks his hips up, giving you little time to adjust to his sheer size, "if i had known it was this good, hnngh, ah! would have - would have done this ages ago. so long ago..."

you hiccup, tittering as you run your hands through dark strands, "yeah, that good, huh cho? got you pussy whipped like this?"

"so much," choso nods, and his pink mouth is parted as he whines out, right after you squeeze down on his length, letting him knock and jostle around in your pussy, as his swollen tip kisses your cervix, "maybe i just am, hahh, whipped," and his fingers are still running obedient taps and swirls around your clit, big hands squirming to fit in between the space of your mound and his groin, "cherish you, you know? love you, love you so much."

you kiss him, deeply, letting his mouth ghost upwards trying to catch the faint trail of spit as you separate, "love you too, cho."

he's now set a more desparate rhythm that leaves you quaking in his hold, and the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls has you seeing stars.

and it hits you like a knife, the sharp feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock, milking the thick, white seed right out of him. you marvel at how choso's eyes roll back into his head and the most delicious groan is ripped out of him, one that you go to capture with your mouth, swallowing it up.

your own back arches as a wave of pleasure overtakes you, and leaves you shaking as you're pushed over the edge, and your heart is pounding so loudly, you can hear it in your eyes.

but choso makes no moves to shift you away from his cock, and instead he's letting out a rare laugh, one of joy, as you feel the sticky strings of his pearly cum coat the skin that presses into you.

"you're cute, cho."

his fingers are trailing faint little shapes on your chest, and you realise they're small hearts, and you bite back a grin at how your aged, half-curse, beautiful boyfriend finds romantic gestures with such ease.

"i think you're the most beautiful person in the entire world."

you mock-huff, smashing your lips against his once more, "wanna be on top this time?" surely, he can go another round?

[reignpage]

ok ok sorry for my greedy ass asking another question BUT BUt (also ik u answered a similar question but this one’s just slightly different 😞) how would the jjk men react if someone was being very pushy or like shameless abt hitting on reader(s) like im curious abt who would immediately throw hands or something 😭

Gojo:

He doesn't throw hands. He does verbally bully someone tho. "Oh hey, glad to see you so happy, dude. Was worried that your dad's business going bankrupt would dampen your mood but I love the commitment to the vibeeee" + "oh I freaking love that shirt. you wear it everyday but it's still just as good as when you bought it 3 years ago niceee"

He trusts goth!reader to look after herself because she has a sharp tongue too and he's not insecure enough to be all macho macho, but he does get worried Goth!reader will leave him lol so he says embarrassing things more to let reader know not to date a brokie like him or something

Geto:

He knows reader would feel extremely uncomfortable but wouldn't be able to speak up for herself so he gets angry. If it's in the studio, they're being kicked out, even mid session. If it's anywhere else, he'll put his martial art skills to use and bend their arm back and shove them or something. But then he'll have to thoroughly wash his hands and he takes a while to calm down.

Choso:

Stands behind them and tries to intimidate with his emo energy. Usually works but he never needs to do much more than that because reader takes care of herself. She's a lot scarier than he could ever be

Toji:

Does not hesitate to lay a punch. Big guy like him just needs to stand to his full height and cross his arms to get those muscles bulging and yeah the dude's scurrying away

Nanami:

Lectures them about consent and proper etiquette. Could fight tho if they're very persistent and aggressive. He's built af

Sukuna:

He'll destroy them. Touch her and he's breaking your fingers. Then he'll buy out the loser's parents business, or drive up their mortgage/rent, gets them fired, blacklisted from whatever industry they do, maybe even plants evidence for drug use or embezzlement. It's slow and sweet. Even years later when they're all old and he thinks Sukuna's forgotten....he has not. He'll get his kid arrested for every little thing, if they so much as litters, they're in prison. If he winds up on reddit, he'll somehow make it so that it looks like he was inciting violence and spread hate speech/terrorism on the platform.

[hannie-berrie]

MORE BAKU SMUT i loved ur last one i read it like a million times ngl

OMG IM SO HAPPY WOWOW 😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶 So many people asked me for a part 2, so let’s get into it!

Warnings: unprotected sex

wc: 2.8K

Meet and Greet

Click here for part 1 (Courtside confessions)

18+ MINORS DNI

Hoomin, or Baku, as his friends insisted on calling him, stood at the entrance of your cozy apartment, sneakers spotless and hair suspiciously tidy. A smile tugged at his lips, but there was a stiffness to his posture that gave away the butterflies in his stomach.

You opened the door to your nervous and shaky boyfriend, and smiled softly.

"She's already here" you said, leading him inside. "Try not to flirt with my mom."

He scoffed, clearly flustered. "Please. I can’t help being a charm to mothers." He adjusted his shirt.

In the living room, your mother stood up from the floor cushion, warm but observant. Hoomin bowed deeply, his voice dropping into polite reverence.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Hoomin. Thank you for having me."

Your mother analyzed him from head to toe. He was tall and confident, but there was a subtle shake in his tone, on the outside, he seemed much better than your previous boyfriends. You settled onto the floor around the low table, filled with steaming bowls of rice, kimchi, and bubbling jjigae, Hoomin practically salivating from the smell. He’s a foodie, but he couldn’t show that in front of his new step mother.

It was going well. He laughed at your mother's jokes, listened with genuine interest when she talked about growing up in Busan, and never once interrupted. He even took the second-to-last piece of bulgogi, a sign he had manners, but not the kind that made your mom think he was too shy to eat.

"So" your mother asked with a sly look, "how did you two meet?"

Before Hoomin could respond, a grind grew on your face and you answered, "He asks every girl if they’re lost on campus then collects their phone numbers, I got tricked too”

He coughed mid-chew, and his ears turned red “What? No! Nonono! That’s not what happened!” Hoomin hurriedly shook his hands at your mother to avoid misunderstanding.

You grinned, lips pressed against your spoon to hide your laugh. He leaned over and hit your knee slightly, telling you to quit embarrassing him.

Your mother noticed the interaction and hid her own smile behind her tea cup. There was something gentle about the boy.

He was practically made of charm and swagger, the typical popular college boy, but he was watching you like you were the only person in the room. His body angled toward yours unconsciously, his hand pushing the soup bowl closer to make sure it didn't tip and spills on you. And when you laughed, he seemed to light up a little.

After dinner, when Hoomin helped carry dishes to the sink without being asked, your mother leaned closer and whispered.

"He's got a big head, but a good heart. You chose well."

Night life was awakening and neon signs flickered to life. Hoomin and you walked side by side, hands brushing occasionally but not quite lacing fingers yet. It was that kind of night, a small breeze and good energy.

"Do you think your mom likes me?" Hoomin asked "you’re still thinking about that?"

Hoomin tucked his hands into his jacket’s pockets.

"She laughed at my jokes." He affirmed, proud of himself.

"She was laughing at you, not with you."

Hoomin stopped mid-step, one hand over his chest in mock betrayal. "Wow. Still bickering me. You wound me."

"You'll live" you said, smiling as you kept walking.

He jogged a step to catch up, slipping two fingers through the belt loop of your jeans just briefly, and his stupid jokes came back, they always do when he gets comfortable.

"If your mom likes me so much, she might want to adopt me, would that make us... siblings?!”

He looked at you with fake surprise on his face. “What the fuck min’ ” you laughed, his brain worked a little weird at times.

You looked up at him with that soft, thoughtful gaze that always made him feel like you were reading past his jokes, into something quieter. It settled him in a weird way. Made his usual energy take a breath.

You ended up at a little food stall on a corner, the kind with steamed buns and tteok skewers sizzling on a grill. Hoomin ordered for both of them, tossing in a hot drink you didn't ask for but he knew you liked. He paid with the kind of casualness that made it clear it wasn't about showing off. Just from habit.

You sat on a short stone ledge near the Han River, the soft sound of water running in the distance, the golden lights of the bridge glowing on the surface.

Hoomin was quiet and watching you like you were the only thing he couldn't joke his way out of.

Finally, you leaned your shoulder against his, and he let out a soft breath. He rested his chin briefly against the top of your head.

There was a rare feeling of calm in between the two of you, no bickering, no teasing, just quiet and something steady. There was this simple truth between you, you just liked being next to each other.

And in the middle of a busy city that never stopped moving, that quiet feeling was everything.

You were walking again, Hoomin's paper cup long empty, your fingers now wrapped around the sleeve of his hoodie instead of your drink.

The streets had quieted some, the crowds thinning as the night grew deeper.

Hoomin was telling a dramatic story, probably (most likely) exaggerated, about a teammate wiping out during practice, using wild hand gestures and sound effects. You laughed, trying to muffle it behind your hand, but he caught it and shot you a triumphant grin.

"Don't try to act like I'm not hilarious."

"You are hilarious" you said dryly. "In a very secondhand embarrassment sort of way."

"Tssst." He hissed. “Uncalled for.” He nudged your shoulder gently.

You grinned, face tilted toward the sky like you were catching a breeze.

You turned onto his block, the building ahead dark except for a warm light glowing from a window two floors up. Hoomin looked at you, the smile still on his lips but softer now, more tired around the edges.

He stopped just outside the entrance, letting the quiet settle around you.

"This is my house" he said, voice lower.

You didn't move. Your hand was still holding the edge of his hoodie sleeve, your fingers curled a little tighter.

"I know”

He glanced down, eyes tracing the line of your profile, the way your mouth pressed together like you were considering something too big to say.

You were still for a long moment.

Then you looked up, really looked, and he held your gaze. The teasing was gone now. It was just you, standing in the hush of night, the whole city stepping back to give a beat of stillness.

His voice, when it came, was soft. "You wanna come up? Just for a little."

You nodded once. "Okay."

Inside, the place didn't look at all like you expected.

Minimalist. Clean lines. Mostly neutrals. It wasn't sterile, just... simple. A few papers, probably his dad’s, layed around the dinning table. Hoomin’s basketball shoes sat tucked under a small bench by the door. It was almost quiet in a way she wasn't used to associating with him.

"I don’t know why I expected a bunch of your stuff laying around, did you clean knowing I’d come and visit?”

He looked sheepish, kicking off his shoes. "You thought I would be messy didn’t you? Too much stuff stresses me out."

You stepped further in, turning in a slow circle.

"It's kind of... peaceful."

You looked at him, as he leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you.

"You're not that chaotic” you said.

"No?"

"No" you murmured, stepping closer to the kitchen window. "Just... loud."

That pulled a small laugh from him.

"I should go soon.." she said, but your voice was too soft to mean it.

He didn't answer right away. Just looked at you staring through the window, with something close to wonder.

"You can stay a little longer" he said.

The city lights spilled in through the window, painting you in soft gold and electric blue. Hoomin hadn't turned on any lights. It felt like a choice, like he didn't want to break whatever this quiet thing between you was becoming.

His jaw was tense like he was trying to say something but didn't trust the words not to ruin it.

You looked back at him

Hoomin pushed himself off the counter, slow and steady, walking towards you without a word. His cocky grin was gone. There was nothing playful in his eyes now, only focus. Only you.

When he reached you, he didn't say a thing. You could finally see his gaze, the eyes he was giving you. They were so tender, so loving, like he had been admiring you like a painting.

He lifted his hand to your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing just under you eye, slow and warm.

You tilted into the touch, barely breathing.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow, and warm like he'd been waiting for the right moment and knew exactly when to take it. His lips pressed to yours just because it felt right. You breath hitched as you hands found his waist, gripping the bottom of his hoodie like you needed something to hold on to.

He deepened the kiss gradually, bringing you closer into his arms with each breath, One hand stayed at your cheek, the other drifting down to rest lightly at your hip, grounding you.

When you finally pulled apart, just barely, your lips still brushing, you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, dark gaze softer now, but hungry.

Hoomin couldn’t speak a word, like the kiss had shut him up. You could catch the glow in his eyes with the little bit of light coming in from outside.

This time, your fingers slipped beneath the edge of his hoodie, skimming warm skin, and he sucked in a quiet breath against your mouth.

It wasn't about rushing anything, it was about being wrapped in the heat of the moment, your shared space almost breaking with the kind of tension that lingered on skin.

The kiss slowed again, but didn't lose its weight.

Your voice was barely audible, "I don't want to leave yet."

"Your mother will worry if I don’t bring you back home soon" his thumb stroke the curve of your lips. "But you can stay just a little more"

This time you leaned into a kiss first, no more words were spoken. It was just so softness of his hands brushing through your hair, tugging them aside.

You knew he wouldn’t initiate anything more, as much as he wanted to, there wasn’t much more time you could spend together before you’d need to go.

Your fingers lingered under his hoodie and shirt, finding their way down to his crotch, drawing circles.

He broke the kiss, almost panting, like your touch alone could get him to lose his breath.

“Shit don’t do that if you keep going I might lose it” his eyes were intense, like he was ready to take all of you the next second.

“You don’t have to hold back with me” your lips brushed his in a gentle but suggestive manner.

Hoomin hungrily kissed you again, wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you against the wall behind you. His desperate lips slid to your neck, letting out small noises as he sucked lightly the warm skin.

You instinctively raised your head up, giving him more space to kiss you all over. His kisses were breathy but full of promises. Promises to care for you before you have to go.

He fingers interlocked with yours as he let go of your neck. Still without a word, he guided you toward the living room. He threw this shirt somewhere on the carpet and layed you down princess-style on the couch and hovered you.

His eyes were glistening, watching your puffy lips from kissing, then looking down at your half covered chest. His lips pressed against each other, he felt like he shouldn’t look but fuck did he want to.

Hoomin pinned both of your hands up your head and slid your shirt off himself. And left kisses lower and lower till he reached the outline of your pants.

He could feel your body squirming under him and he looked up as you were already watching him.

His eyes furrowed, peace was fun but the hot feeling in between his legs was taking over slowly. He unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down just enough to see your pretty laced underwear set, wrapping you so well he thought he could lose it anytime soon.

He bit his lips and rested his forehead down against your pelvis like he needed a moment so he doesn’t go insane.

When his head lifted, his thumb brushed over your bud through your panties, getting small whines from you.

Maybe Hoomin was already fucked out, or maybe it was the late hour, but his mind was inevitably in the clouds.

His circles quickened and you couldn’t help your back arching, your leg kicking a little as he was drawing on your most sensitive spot.

“Fuck I’m so close Hmin’, so close-“

He smiled through his dizziness, eager to see your body tremble under his touch.

And with one last arch your mind went blank, the feeling of him wrapped your body into numbness. Time felt uncountable, seconds felt slower when it was just the both you alone, like this.

Hoomin tosses his pants away as he checked up on you. Half your face against the cushion under you, as your vision went back.

Seeing how Hoomin was also only in his underwear now, you let your hand slide on his thigh over you, his head rolled back like gravity had dropped from your touch alone.

“Urgh” his moans couldn’t be muffled, he was so loud you worried people could hear him outside.

“Babe.. don’t tease —fuck” his mouth dropped open when your hand slipped under his boxers, taking out his length and pumping him a few times. Stopping your boyfriend mid-breath.

His lips pressed against each other in a desperate attempt not to lose it. He hovered you, your chests nearly touching.

Watching you with a fond look, like there was only you in his world, he kissed you one more time and his length found its way in you.

His movements were slow but burning with affection. He kept his body above you with one hand and let his other glide your curves like he was unwrapping you like a present.

He detached your bra, taking it off smoothly through the more passionate make out he was giving you.

When you move your hips rhythmically his lips drops into an “o” and his eyes flutter with pure pleasure.

“You feel so good, I missed you” he says with a honey tone that you swear could melt you away.

The better he felt the more he’d praise you. His thrusts got quicker, a little harsher and deeper like his only goal to be buried in the furthers corners of you.

His lips slid down to your chest, nibbling on your nips with his tongue, sometimes slightly bitting to get a whine out of you.

And a knot in your stomach formed.

You didn’t have time to anticipate it, it grew and washed over you within seconds, your back arching upwards, bodies so close. Your head naturally threw back as you felt the heat in your core run through your body.

When your back comes back down, you could see Hoomin’s cornered smile, proud he had given you what you deserve. And his hips buckled into you, shaky.

He pulled out, not wanting to cum into you raw, gentle took hold of your hand and finished himself off, releasing over your wrist wrapped around him.

His moans were loud and clear, they had you close your legs together, almost shy. One thing’s clear, Hoomin wants you to know how good you make him feel and won’t hold back.

He dropped himself onto you, head on your chest again, feeling your heartbeat, your heat colliding together.

You gave yourselves a moment to catch your breath and he helped you up and cleaned you both.

“I hope your mom still think I’m a good man after this” Hoomin laughed

“She said you got a good heart.. and a big head”

[motherismotheringggg]

scripted desire

part one

part two out now!!!

summary: based on this request linked here, essentially cooper gets to work his celebrity crush and has to navigate doing a sex scene together

type: cooper koch x fem! reader (i know cooper is gay, this is fiction pooks)

tags/warnings: masturbation (m!), strip tease, mentions is missionary, mentions of f! riding, back and forth between reader POV and Cooper so the reader’s POV is orange other than that i feel like it’s mainly world building

author’s note: im quite literally so sorry this took SO fucking long 😭 i’ve been so busy with work and other stuff!!! you know you’re too busy when you don’t even have time to shitpost like ???? anyway idk why i felt like this should be a two parter, maybe it’s bc im so into writing about the show and the story. anyway, i hope yall like it <3

word count: 5318

tag list: @purple-1995 , @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @sharonusworld , @violetidk

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“The script is incredible honestly, like it just feels electric,” Cooper held his cell phone between his shoulder and ear while slicing the avocado for his toast.

He gushed on and on to his brother Payton about his upcoming role in the new HBO series, set to air late next year - Hard Bodies.

Hard Bodies is a 1980s series set in Miami where small-town gym owner Lionel Vega joins forces with fiery nightclub owner Jade Monroe to dominate the city’s nightlife and fitness scene. As shady back-alley deals and drug-fueled ambitions drive their rise; passion and betrayal threaten to consume them in a whirlwind of love and crime.

“This is gonna be sick,” Payton met his brother’s energy and enthusiasm, “I’m so fucking proud of you Coop! First Monsters and now this - you’re on a fucking roll!”

Cooper’s face flushed with a light pink hue, and he couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. “Thanks, man. I mean, it’s HBO! This could be huge for me.”

“And you’re finally working with your dream girl,” Payton added, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Cooper froze for a beat, the knife pausing mid-slice through the avocado. “What do you mean?” he asked, feigning nonchalance.

“What do I mean?” Payton scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t know who your co-star is, Y/N! Honestly, this is how some of the most romantic couples met so this could be a love story for the ages -”

“Okay, relax,” Cooper cut his brother off, his tone dismissive but the pink on his cheeks deepening to a noticeable red. He resumed his food prep, focusing intently on his task. “It’s not like that. She’s a professional, I’m a professional—”

“Oh, please,” Payton interrupted with a laugh. “You’ve been obsessed with her since that indie movie where she played the violinist. What was it called again?”

“Strings Attached,” Cooper answered automatically, then winced when Payton barked out a laugh.

“Exactly! You’re so not over this.”

“Whatever,” Cooper muttered, spreading the avocado on his toast and avoiding the fact that he’d practically memorized her entire filmography. “The script is electric, and she’s perfect for Jade. It’s literally not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal,” Payton echoed mockingly. “Right. So you’re gonna be completely normal huh? You’re definitely not gonna do that nervous big smile thing when you guys meet at the Ryan’s tomorrow?”

Cooper rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the flutter of nerves in his stomach. The truth was, he had already spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining their first interaction. Would she even remember his name after introductions, or would he just be the guy playing Lionel?

“I’ll be fine,” he said finally, though his voice wavered slightly.

“You’re gonna melt,” Payton teased. “Mark my words. And if you embarrass yourself, I fully expect you to call me immediately.”

Cooper sighed, pressing his palm to his forehead. “I thought I called you for support?”

“And I do support you - I’m proud of you, I love you and I know you’re gonna bomb meeting her -- bye Coop Coop!!”

As Cooper hung up the call, he stared at his toast, appetite momentarily forgotten. Payton wasn’t wrong. This role was a dream come true—but working with her? That was something else entirely.

He shook his head, trying to shove the thought away. He had a job to do, and he’d be damned if he let a schoolboy crush mess it up. Still, a small, secret smile crept onto his face. Maybe this would be the best year of his life.

----

Pulling into Ryan Murphy’s driveway felt like stepping into a cinematic dream. The sleekly paved path was framed by pristine banks of white pebbles and perfectly manicured shrubbery, each plant standing at attention like they’d been given stage directions. The house itself was a modern masterpiece—clean, sharp lines, vast panes of glass that reflected the sun just right, and an energy that screamed money, power, and taste.

But none of it threw you. If anything, it fueled you. This was exactly the kind of space you were meant to be in.

This wasn’t your first brush with industry bigwigs. You’d navigated enough industry parties and after-hours premieres to recognize the set dressing of wealth. And you’d met Ryan Murphy a handful of times already—enough to know he had a presence that filled a room, even when he wasn’t trying. This time, though, it was different. You weren’t just mingling at a party. You were here because *you belonged here.*

Your chest buzzed with excitement, but your walk to the front door was smooth, each step deliberate. Before you could even knock, the door swung open.

“You must be Y/N,” said a sharply dressed assistant with a smile that looked well-practiced but still warm. “Welcome! Ryan and Cooper are out back. Follow me.”

“Lead the way,” you said, flashing a quick grin. You weren’t about to play small—not here, not now.

The inside of the house was even more stunning than the outside. High ceilings that made every space feel twice as big, sleek furniture that looked like it belonged in a museum, and pops of color so perfectly placed it had to be planned. It was the kind of house people spend their whole lives dreaming of living in, but today it was just another set piece to you.

You followed the assistant, walking with an easy confidence, even letting out a quiet, impressed hum as you glanced up at a massive abstract painting hanging in the hallway.

“Nice art,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, but the assistant chuckled.

“Custom piece,” she said, glancing back. “Ryan commissioned it.”

“Of course he did,” you replied, lips quirking into a grin.

The assistant led you through the house, out to the backyard where the sun hit just right, Ryan Murphy stood by the edge of a sleek infinity pool, mid-conversation with another figure, but his eyes flicked over to you as soon as you stepped out. A grin spread across his face like he’d been expecting you all day.

“Y/N!” Ryan beamed, arms outstretched. His energy was just as big and commanding as you remembered, but it still felt personal. “I’m so glad you’re here. Welcome, welcome!”

You stepped in without hesitation, letting him pull you into a light hug. “Thank you for having me,” you said, your voice steady and full of gratitude. “I’m so excited to be here. I’ve been looking forward to this since I got the call.”

“Believe me, we have too,” Ryan said, holding your shoulders for a moment like he was sizing you up, but in a way that felt more approval than judgment. “You’re exactly what we need for Jade. You’ve got the fire.”

You grinned, letting that bit of praise soak in.

Ryan’s eyes shifted to the person standing next to him.

“Have you met Cooper Koch yet?” he asked, motioning to the man just to his right.

Cooper stood tall, his hands in his pockets, gaze flicking between you and Ryan. If the word leading man had a picture next to it, it would be him. Sharp jaw, tousled hair that looked just the right amount of undone, and a frame that made him look like he’d just stepped off the set of a 90s Calvin Klein campaign. But there was something else—a softness to him, a hesitancy that you immediately clocked.

“Hey,” he said, stepping forward to offer his hand, his eyes darting briefly to Ryan like he was double-checking he was doing this right. “Nice to meet you.”

You took his hand, but instead of a simple shake, you tugged him into a quick hug. Not too tight, not too long—just enough to make him feel welcome. He froze for half a second, clearly not expecting it, but he relaxed the moment you patted his back.

“Nice to meet you too, Cooper,” you said, pulling back just in time to catch the faint blush creeping up his neck. Cute.

“Uh—” He cleared his throat, his eyes briefly meeting yours before darting down to his sneakers. “Yeah, I’m—uh, I’m really excited to work with you. I’ve seen some of your films and, uh, they’re amazing.”

“I really appreciate that,” you said, tilting your head slightly, watching the way he shifted on his feet like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. Charming in a puppyish way. “I’ve seen some of yours too. You’ve got some serious range. I’m so excited to see what we cook up together.”

Cooper’s lips quirked up into a smile, but he still rubbed the back of his neck like he wasn’t sure how to hold a compliment. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to it too.”

Ryan clapped his hands once, pulling both of your attention back to him. “Alright, alright. Enough love-fest. Let’s sit, get into it, and talk about the show.”

He led you both to a sleek, shaded seating area under a pergola. A pitcher of lemon water and crystal glasses were already waiting, because of course they were. Ryan sat with the air of a king at court, gesturing for you and Cooper to take seats across from him.

“Okay, let’s get into it,” Ryan said, resting his arms on his knees as he leaned forward. “I’m going to walk you through what I’m envisioning for Jade and Lionel. These two are the heart of Hard Bodies, and you’re going to love them. Trust me.”

You leaned forward, eager, every part of you locked in on Ryan’s words.

“Jade is power,” Ryan said, tapping his fingers against his knee. “She’s tough, she’s smart, and she’s relentless. Lionel—” Ryan glanced at Cooper, who sat a little straighter under his gaze. “—Lionel is her foil. He’s calm, thoughtful, but he’s got a lot going on beneath the surface. He’s a slow burn, but when he cracks, he cracks. And that dynamic between the two of them?” Ryan’s eyes flicked between you and Cooper, his gaze as sharp as a spotlight. “That’s where the magic happens.”

You nodded, the fire in your chest burning hotter with every word. You glanced at Cooper, catching the way he was looking down at his hands, nodding to himself like he was already running scenes in his head. He’s got that quiet focus, you thought. This’ll be fun.

“Got it,” you said, locking eyes with Ryan. “I’m ready.”

Ryan grinned. “I like that. You’re gonna be delicious as Jade.”

You smirked, eyes cutting to Cooper as you leaned back in your seat. He smiled, small but steady. His shoulders had relaxed a little, and this time, when your eyes met, he didn’t look away.

Yeah, you thought, this’ll be fun.

----

Since the meeting at Ryan’s house, you and Cooper really found your rhythm. By week three of filming the nerves that had hummed beneath your skin on day one had quieted, replaced with something steadier — confidence, excitement, and maybe a little something extra you hadn’t anticipated.

That extra was Cooper.

You hadn’t expected to click with him as easily as you did. He’d been quiet at first, reserved in a way that read more thoughtful than standoffish. But it didn’t take long for him to open up. It was in the small moments — how he’d quietly offer you his jacket between takes if it got too cold on set, how he’d wait for you at the catering line even if you were behind, or how he'd listen — really listen — whenever you shared an idea about your characters.

It made you feel seen. Really seen.

What you appreciated most, though, was his presence. On days when your nerves got the best of you — when you fumbled a line or felt the pressure of carrying a scene — Cooper was a grounding force. He had this way of calming you with just a look, like he could see right through your facade and was silently telling you, “You’re fine. You’re more than fine.”

On-screen, the two of you were electric. Every scene between Lionel and Jade crackled with energy — love, conflict, tenderness — all of it felt so real that sometimes you’d walk off set still feeling the aftershocks. Off-screen, it was a different kind of magic. The two of you joked constantly, falling into an easy back-and-forth that felt like you’d been friends for years. It wasn’t forced, and it wasn’t something you’d experienced with every co-star. With Cooper, it was effortless.

You loved that.

For you, it felt like a friendship blooming in real time — a friendship that made long days on set feel lighter, and easier. But for Cooper, it was something else entirely.

Where you saw camaraderie, he saw *everything.*

Every time you looked him in the eyes to deliver a line, his chest would tighten just a little more. He swore you looked at him differently when you were in character, like Jade saw all of Lionel, even the parts he didn’t show anyone else. It was devastating in a good way.

Then there was the physical contact. A simple touch, nothing out of the ordinary for actors playing love interests, but every time it happened, it was like the world narrowed to just the two of you. During one scene, you’d cupped his face with both hands, a quiet moment of reconciliation for your characters. The scene called for intimacy, but the way your thumbs had softly brushed against his cheekbones — that wasn’t in the script. And it wrecked him.

His heart swelled, chest tight with an ache he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just that you were stunning — though, God, you were stunning.

You were sharp and quick-witted, always ready with a comeback. You were thoughtful, checking in on the crew like you’d known them for years. You carried yourself with an effortless kind of grace — not in a “perfect” way, but in a real way, like you knew who you were and didn’t feel the need to prove it.

And Cooper? Cooper was in trouble.

Every scene, every shared glance, every brush of your hands had him falling further. He’d never admit it out loud — not yet, at least. But when you laughed at something he said during a break, your head tilting back, eyes crinkled in a way that made him forget every single one of his lines, he knew he was already gone.

----

It was Saturday night, and filming was running late. You were down to the final seconds of a solo scene where Jade, in full command of her space, moved with precision, power, and grace. The dim glow of neon lights splashed blues and purples across the glossy floor, shadows playing tricks on every surface. Music thumped low in the background — a sultry, hypnotic beat that seemed to sync perfectly with every roll of your hips and grip of your hands on the pole.

This scene had loomed over you since the table read. The words “Jade performs a solo pole routine” stared back at you from the page like a challenge. You’d never done anything like it before, and you knew how easily a scene like this could be reduced to spectacle rather than storytelling. But you were determined to get it right.

Weeks of training had led to this moment. The production hired pole-dancing experts to work with you one-on-one. At first, you’d struggled to even lift yourself off the ground, your muscles burning in protest. But after enough bruises, missteps, and “let’s try that again” moments, you finally felt it — that shift from trying to doing.

And now, you were doing it.

Take one was rough. A missed beat here, a loss of balance there. Ryan called "cut" before you'd made it halfway through. But take two? Take two, you were untouchable.

Your breathing was steady, eyes locked with the camera lens as if it were Jade’s greatest rival. Every movement was deliberate — slow drags of your hand down the pole, a spin that left your hair floating behind you, and a perfectly timed back arch that made you look weightless. You didn’t just look like you knew what you were doing. You looked like you’d done it a thousand times before.

Own the room. That’s what the pole instructors had told you. And you did. God, you did.

On the sidelines, Cooper sat in his labeled actor’s chair by the monitors completely consumed by you and your scene. At first, he was watching for the sake of it — just a castmate supporting you like you always supported him. But somewhere between your first spin and the moment you gripped the pole, leaned back, and flipped your hair over your shoulder, his chest tightened.

His eyes tracked your every step, every subtle shift of your weight, completely captivated. His lips parted unconsciously, breath caught in his chest as you delivered the moment you’d been directed to — a sultry, deliberate gaze straight into the camera. But it was when you reached the edge of the stage, your back to the lens, flipping your hair over your shoulder with a slow, precise motion, and hinging at the hips to elongate your legs, that he felt his restraint slipping. Heat pooled low in his stomach, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't will away the growing tension in his sweatpants.

He tried to convince himself it was just admiration for your craft — appreciation for the sheer dedication you poured into the role. And it was. You were brilliant, commanding every inch of the stage like it had always belonged to you. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the thought creeping in the back of his mind.

He wished it was his character in that chair. The one lucky enough to be the focus of your gaze, the slow drag of your fingertips down his expansive chest, the weight of you settling on his lap like a claim had been staked. His hands gliding down your sides, firmly settling on your hips before gripping your ass with a possessive squeeze. He pulled back just long enough to deliver a sharp slap, only to seize another handful with equal intensity. The thought struck him hard and fast, leaving a dull ache in his chest that spread lower. Every roll of your hips had him gripping the edge of his chair, trying to keep his breathing steady. It wasn't just the choreography — it was you. Your presence filled the room, magnetic and impossible to look away from.

His jaw tensed as you leaned forward on the stage, your eyes flickering to the camera like it was a lover you had under your thumb. But Cooper didn’t see the camera. He saw himself, head tipped back, breath caught in his throat as you loomed over him. The image hit him so vividly he had to shift in his seat, hoping no one noticed the heat crawling up the back of his neck.

He knew it was unprofessional, he knew he should be focused on the craft, the art, the performance. But it wasn’t just the role anymore. It was you — the way you embodied every inch of Jade like a second skin, a perfect blend of power and seduction. He wanted to know what it felt like to be on the receiving end of it. To be the one under your spell, just for a moment.

His fingers twitched on his thigh, pressing down hard as if to ground himself. It didn’t work. His mind was already gone, caught in the spiral of what-ifs and could-bes. What if you touched him like that — not as Jade, not as an act, but as yourself? What if you leaned in just a little closer, lips at his ear, fingers curled into his collar to pull him forward?

He shifted again, glancing around like the guilt might be written all over his face. No one was looking his way. But even if they had been, it wouldn’t have mattered. His gaze was locked on you, completely and utterly trapped.

Every slow turn of your body, every flash of your eyes, every deliberate move of your hips — it was torture, plain and simple. The kind of torture he’d willingly endure if it meant you’d look at him just once the way you did the camera.

God, he needed to get a grip.

“Cut! Beautiful, that’s a wrap on Y/N!” Ryan called, his voice jolting Cooper like a splash of cold water.

He blinked hard, shaking himself out of it. Around him, crew members applauded, grips already moving to adjust the set for the next shoot. But Cooper’s eyes didn’t leave you. You stepped away from the pole, beaming from ear to ear from the adoration of everyone. A production assistant met you as you were walking off-set with a parka coat and a bottle of water as you headed toward the monitors to look over the scene with Ryan.

You were approaching Cooper, still ecstatic, he wanted to stand to give you a hug but all the blood, currently still rushing to his throbbing self was preventing him from doing so.

“Holy shit,” you said, walking toward him with an excited grin still lingering on your face. “That was incredible.”

Cooper fumbled with his words, his tongue suddenly too big for his mouth. He could feel a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, and it wasn’t from the studio lights. For the love of God, Cooper, get it together, he scolded himself, swallowing hard. After a beat, he found his voice again.

“You were incredible, Y/N,” he said with more conviction, leaning forward a bit. “Like, truly amazing. I mean it.”

His sincerity made your heart swell with appreciation. Without a second thought, you leaned in to hug him. You knew he was still sitting down, but it didn’t matter. His praise hit differently—partly because it came from a castmate, but also because it came from Cooper. Someone whose work you genuinely admired.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you pressed in close.

Cooper did that thing he always hated—where a hug catches him off guard, and he freezes like a deer in headlights. But this time, he was quick to recover. His arms circled your waist with more certainty, holding you close. Warmth spread through his chest, and for a moment, everything around him fell away. No cameras. No set. Just you.

He let himself sink into it, arms tightening a little more like he could hold on forever if he had the chance. His fingers brushed against the small of your back, and he felt you breathe, steadily and calmly. He took a slow inhale, and you smelled like cherries—sweet and fresh, as you'd just bitten into the fruit. Cherries. How was he supposed to forget that now?

His mind drifted. For one dangerous second, he wondered what it would feel like to press his face into the curve of your neck. To stay here a little longer. He was so caught up in you that he almost missed it—the sharp realization of just how close you were. His breath hitched. His entire body went taut like a wire pulled too tight.

His heart dropped as he realized the problem. Oh, no. No, no, no.

If you shifted even an inch— just an inch —you’d feel it. His body’s very inconvenient, very undeniable reaction to you.

Panic started to set in. He thought about pulling back, but how? Hug too long, and it’s weird. Pull away too fast, and it’s suspicious. His heart was beating so hard now he was sure you could hear it. His arms stiffened around your waist, a dead giveaway. She’s gonna notice. She’s definitely gonna notice.

His brain went into overdrive, mapping out a hundred ways to escape, none of them good. He couldn’t move without making it worse. His fingers twitched against your back as he tried to think of a solution. Don’t freak out. If you freak out, she’s definitely gonna know. Just breathe.

But before his spiral could hit rock bottom, a voice rang out from across the set.

“Alright, guys, let’s bring it in!” Ryan called, clapping his hands for attention. “We’re wrapping for the night but I wanna chat with everyone.”

You pulled away, completely unaware of the war going on in Cooper’s head. You smiled at him, bright and grateful. “Come on, partner,” you said, giving him a playful tug on his arm.

He blinked at you, still half-stuck in his haze of panic, but he followed your lead. His body was still tense, still buzzing from the aftershock of it all, but he managed to give you a lopsided grin.

“Yeah, partner,” he echoed, dragging himself out of his head. Get it together, man. Seriously.

Ryan gathered everyone around, his voice cutting through the low hum of crew chatter. “Alright, great work today, everyone. Things are moving along smoothly, and I appreciate all of you for that,” he said, his eyes scanning the group with a satisfied grin. “Tomorrow, we’re shooting the shop scenes in the morning, so check your call times. Also…” He glanced at his clipboard, tapping it with his pen. “Our intimacy coordinator, Anna Hansen, will be on set to work with Y/N and Cooper for the bedroom scene.”

You nodded enthusiastically, unbothered, already mentally preparing yourself. This was part of the job—no big deal. But Cooper’s nod was slower, stiffer. He was mirroring you, or at least trying to, but his heart had dropped straight into his stomach. Oh, right. The sex scene.

He hadn't forgotten about it—he couldn't forget—but hearing it announced like that made it feel more real. No longer a far-off, abstract idea on the call sheet. No, this was happening. Tomorrow. With you. Close to you. Closer than he’d ever been. Closer than he’d ever allowed himself to imagine. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He had imagined it—but not like this. Not with cameras, choreography, and a whole crew watching.

And now, that quiet yearning he’d always managed to keep on a leash had slipped free, leaving him raw and unsteady. He could fake it. He had to. It’s just acting. But no amount of rehearsal could have prepared him for the storm brewing in his chest.

----

Later that night, Cooper was sprawled on his bed, the script spread out in front of him like it was the key to his survival. His gaze was glued to the page, his fingers absently running over the edges as he read and reread every line. He was meticulous, trying to memorize every movement, every word, because he had to get it right. He couldn’t afford to mess this up. He had done nudity and sex scenes before, but this time felt different. This time, it was you.

He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but everything about you had him tangled in knots. The way you moved so effortlessly, the quiet confidence you exuded without even trying—it was magnetic. He had seen you on screen, but being in the same room as you, sharing the same space had only made his admiration for you grow deeper. And now, the thought of being so close to you in such an intimate scene… it had his pulse racing and his stomach churning.

His body felt conflicted—he wanted to be professional, to focus on the art, but the thought of the scene tomorrow, of the moment when his body would be so close to yours, was making it impossible to think straight. He needed to know what to expect, to have every detail mapped out, so he could control his reactions, avoid any embarrassment. If the script said "Jade straddles Lionel in a kiss," he'd know how to prepare for it, anticipate the movement, and adjust himself. If it said "Jade nibbles at Lionel’s ear," he'd be ready—not to react with a breathy moan, or worse, to let his body betray him in front of you.

He kept reading, his heart hammering in his chest as he came across a line he hadn't fully processed before: "In missionary, Jade’s breasts pressed against Lionel’s face." His breath caught in his throat. HOLY SHIT. He’d forgotten that detail, or maybe he had blocked it out. Now that it was right there on the page, staring him in the face, the weight of it hit him hard. His cheeks burned, his body suddenly stiff, as the reality of what was about to happen sank in. He leaned back against the headboard, a sigh of frustration escaping him. His mind raced. How could he focus on professionalism when all he could think about was being in that moment, in that scene, with you?

Cooper took a shaky breath, trying to will his thoughts back into control, but his mind wandered. He couldn't stop thinking about how you looked in today’s last scene —how stunning you were in that glittery lingerie, the way the heels elongated your legs, the way your hair cascaded around your shoulders in sexy curls.

The image of you in that moment haunted him, the desire for you building in his chest until it felt suffocating. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push the thoughts aside, but it was no use. The more he tried to focus on the script, the more he imagined how it would feel to be that close to you.

His mind started to wander into dangerous territory—what if he could imagine it? If he pictured it, maybe he could control his body’s reaction during the actual shoot. His thoughts spiraled, his breathing shallow.

Before he realized what was happening, his hand had slipped below the covers, instinctively rubbing over the fabric of his boxers. His breath hitched as he thought of you—your voice, your scent, the way you looked in that scene earlier today, your glittery lingerie, the heels that elongated your legs, your big, sexy curls. It drove him wild.

His body reacted before his mind could catch up, and he felt his breath quicken. His hand, almost of its own accord, sliding into his boxers. As he imagined what it would be like to plant hot wet kisses on your neck while he’s on top of you, thrusting into you as you moaned his name.

His mind became consumed with the desire to feel you, feel your hips rock on top of him when you rode him, your breast with perky nipples bouncing up and down. His hand moved over himself, slowly at first, his breaths growing shallow as the image of you continued to play in his head. The thought of being with you overwhelmed him.

Cooper squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to pull himself together, but his body wasn’t listening. The pressure was building, and with a quiet, desperate moan mixed with the faint utterance of your name, he let go. His warm cum spilling from his tip and cascading down his hand.

He lingered in the aftermath, trying to catch his breath, but all he could think about was tomorrow. How the hell was he going to make it through that scene without his body betraying him? He sat up, wiping the sweat from his brow, his heart still racing. His mind was a whirlwind, full of you—how you moved, how you smelled, how you made him feel. It was going to be a long day tomorrow. A very long day.

Cooper sighed, getting up to wash his hands, brush his teeth, and try to settle himself for the night. Tomorrow was going to be difficult, to say the least.

[starlighthosh]

Im not sure if u accept headcanons or not but what about headcanon/reaction for roomate reader caught toned hoshi maturbating his morning wood laying on his bed with an arm behind his head. Curtain wide open with gold sunlight landed on his divined naked figure

Idk if this will help but this is the image of him i picture of him, just all horny after a great workout: https://x.com/dailybestboys/status/1692606508029120874

Note: i cant wait for svt comeback asdfghjjkl the solos and going svt is coming bck. We r healed again oh and na pd svt bnb!! We r so spoiled, n how are u doing?

We’re really getting fed with all the content coming up, I’m super excited.

Since I’m sick, I’m basically just lazing in my bed the whole day💀 but besides that I couldn’t be better. MDNI

Morning wood - k.sy

extra warning: handjob

roommate!hoshi who always wakes up with a morning wood, clearly visible through his boxers.

roommate!hoshi who jerks himself off while imagining it’s your hand or mouth.

roommate!hoshi whose body is bathed by the morning sun, shining through his windows. One arm behind his head, flexing his biceps.

roommate!hoshi who gets caught mid-moan by you, standing in the doorframe with a shocked face.

You didn’t know what to do. Your mind wanted to leave, but your body was frozen, not moving an inch.

roommate!hoshi who desperately asks you for help, reaching out for you.

You sat down next to him, eyes locked on his dick. You replaced his hand with yours, giving him some slow strokes. Hoshi moaned at the feeling of finally having your hand on his dick, after he imagined it so many times. His cock covered in pre-cum, making sweet wet noises. “You feel so good” Hoshi mumbled. His chest was rising and falling with trouble, his breath short. You carefully watched him, his facial expressions, the way his body reacted to your movements, certain on making him cum hard and fast. “Fuck.. fuck yes, that’s it” he exclaimed, melting into your touch. His hand rested on your hips with a firm grip.

roommate!hoshi who pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, all tongue and everything, groaning into your mouth.

roommate!hoshi who guides you through the handjob.

“Faster” he commanded with a shaky exhale. The orgasm build up inside of him, the grip on your hips wandered down to your ass, slightly squeezing it. “I’m gonna cum, please” he pathetically cried out.

roommate!hoshi who proceeded to fuck upwards into your fist, his hips stuttering while he pleasured himself.

roommate!hoshi who eventually came undone beneath you, his cum all over your fingers and his naked abs.

roommate!hoshi who gets embarrassed afterwards. Like, why did he ask you for help instead of hiding???

You smiled at his embarrassment, leaning forward to kiss him. He returned the kiss, rolling over so you’re under him. The kiss lasted a few minutes, not breaking once, while he undressed you.

roommate!hoshi and you who continued to make out and fuck the whole day like wild animals.

roommate!hoshi who now always asks for your help in the morning, addicted to your touch.

a/n:

The writers block is really getting to me😭 But you know what they say: short but sweet

[burntb4bydoll]

I need so bad some Tokio Hotel member with a shy reader frrr, like she being shy and they being sweet, that's some hot shit.

Im actually pretty shy myself irl🤞dont be in my comments calling this cringe either, i think its so annoying when people shit on other people for wanting shy reader fics. it literally makes no sense to me because if you dont like it then dont read it🥰

Tokio Hotel with a shy s/o headcanons (slightly NSFW)

Bill kaulitz

•he can be a little shy himself, but for the most part hes pretty extroverted

•definitely makes sure that the attention is on him instead of you. He’ll make a fool out of himself if he needs to

•thinks its so damn cute when you get all shy and flustered when he compliments you. The shy smile on your face is his favorite thing in the world

•he will totally tease you about it too. The way you hide your face in his shirt makes him smirk so hard

• “aww its okay, sweetheart. No need to get all shy.” And he says that in the most teasing voice ever while stroking your hair

•loves when you can barely look him in the eyes, he thinks the way you get so nervous just because hes looking at you is very endearing

•makes you look into his eyes while he gives you head😇 if you look away, he slaps your thigh lightly and raises his eyebrow at you until you can hold eye contact with him

Tom Kaulitz

•omg hes such a little tease about it

•he always brings up when you get flustered or embarrassed

• “whats wrong, baby? You getting all shy on me?” LIKE STFU YES I AM

•hes a big attention grabber when you go out in public due to being famous and also being a attractive guy with good fashion sense, but he tries to distract you so that you dont get uncomfortable

•points out random things and just talks about random things to make you stop thinking about all the eyes on you

•will fight anyone who makes you feel bad about being shy. It’s completely normal and okay to be shy and he won’t let anyone tell you otherwise

•you get so embarrassed cuz you get all teary and needy when he fucks you. So he makes sure you know how good you’re doing 🤭

“It’s alright, you’re doing such a good job for me baby. My pretty little slut, hm?”

Georg Listing

•lord he is THRIVING

•strong believer that he would love a shy s/o

•he finds your bashfulness extremely refreshing and adorable. I think overly confident people would kinda annoy him so he likes that you’re humble and keep to yourself

•loves to give you random compliments just to see your eyes go wide and your hands come up to cover your face

•he pulls your hands away and tilts his head at you, trying to get you to look at him

“What’s wrong, babydoll? All I did was call you pretty. It that too much for you?”

• if you get too nervous to talk to workers or order your own food, he 100% does it for you

•he will make you use your words if you want something, because he knows how embarrassed you get and he thinks its so hot.

“Come on, you know you gotta use your words if you want something. Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” So you gotta tell him when you want him to fuck you or else he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know what you want cuz hes an asshole🙄

Gustav Schäfer

•tbh he doesn’t really know how to help you at the beginning of your relationship

•he sees you getting embarrassed and just awkwardly rubs your back😭 HES CONFUSED LEAVE HIM ALONE

•but once he gets more comfortable, he knows what to do to help you feel better

•likes when you hide in his side or hide your face in his arm, it makes him feel important😇

•doesn’t even ask if you want him to order your food for you, he does it on his own. He’ll ask you what you want before its time to order so that he doesn’t have to ask you mid order

•HATES when people laugh at you for being shy. A lot of jealous fans like to make fun of you but he always makes sure to tell them off. No one talks bad about his s/o, he doesn’t care if they’re “fans” or not.

•he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable during sex, he would hate if you felt like you couldn’t tell him what you do and dont want

“Is this okay? I know you get shy, but I need to know what you want, honey. You want my fingers? Thank you for telling me, such a good girl/boy/baby.”

[seandiazworms]

dating sean diaz hcs pt 2

- before esteban fixed up a car for sean, u guys would always take the public bus around seattle

- his favorite dates r the ones where u guys go into random small stores and thrift shops

- both of u guys cackle REALLY LOUD at tacky shirts with stupid sayings and get looks from people 😭

- ur fav thing is to go “i found something ud like” and watch sean look up from the racks in excitement to see an overly patriotic shirt that says “don’t touch my truck”

- his face drops into a frown and he picks out something 10x uglier and say it looks like something ud wear

- sean secretly buys what u say is cute but u cant afford bc thrifting is so expensive for no reason these days

- “guess what i got” and he slithers it out of his bag with an evil smile 😭 suddenly him dissing u for an hour straight doesnt even matter anymore

- once esteban texts sean for dinner u guys hop on the bus back home. he never asks sean to come home for dinner alone though! common courtesy to invite the gf

- sharing wired earbuds on the bus ride home always. sean plays little love songs bc he only listens to music that he relates to in that specific moment 😭 corny but cute. he def has songs in his head that he thinks are ur guys’ songs and plays them every chance he gets

- when u first started eating with the diaz family it was so painfully awkward

- though he kind of likes it now, he did not want his girlfriend to get to know esteban or daniel too well LMAO he didnt want to be embarrassed by anything they possibly could say

- still, even when he tried so hard to avoid it, daniel and esteban still found their ways

- estebans the kind of dad to bring up embarrassing stories about sean when he was a kid bc he KNOWS how much his son would hate it

- “y’know (y/n), im surprised seanie boy over here even managed to get a girlfriend in the first place”

- “why is that, mr. diaz?”

- “i remember he thought girls couldn’t poop until he was in middle school! i had to break the news for him—he was in denial for weeks. his voice was shaking when i told him and everything!” u can see sean pause mid-chew in the corner of his eye 😭 “and please, call me esteban”

- you just awkwardly nodded and tried to not bust out laughing. sean notices and kicks u under the table which makes u ACTUALLY bust out laughing

- esteban and daniel knew from there u were one to be trusted

- “i bet (y/n) doesn’t poop” daniel randomly said when u left that night. seans immediately swiveled his head around 😭

- just like with lyla, daniel seemed to have a crush on u as well. the only difference is that sean tries to shut it down REALLY quick.

- “she shits all the time. sometimes i wipe her ass for her bc she shits so much”

- daniel’s “eww…” is like music to his ears

- u always playfully punch him when he does this in front of u and ask why he makes u look bad in front of him

- sean never admits its bc hes jealous of a little kid 😭 he just changes the subject and kisses u bc he thinks hes sneaky

- over the summer he randomly got a buzz and didnt say anything to anybody

- he just opened his front door standing there bald as if nothing happened and ur eyes wld just kind of widen

- u wld eventually tell him it looks good tho bc it DOES he pulls it off so well

- that summer u wld always randomly start feeling his head because the texture is so interesting

- it got to the point where hed just sit on the floor in front of wherever u were so ud get to feel his freshly mowed head

- he always ends up dozing off bc its so comforting and u wld feel his head pressed on ur inner leg.

- u also get the privilege of cutting/buzzing his hair 😋

- sean doesnt trust himself so u guys sit for 40 mins watching a brad mondo video before u start going ape on his hair

- he gets kind of nervous when u get close to his face and does that thing where u switch between a persons right eye and left eye while smiling awkwardly 😭

- surprisingly it turns out good!

- i feel like ud be super nit-picky on ur work, thinking its total ass. he wld just say its perfect over and over again

- he always stares at any reflective surface and smiles like a dork in front of it. even if u did do a shit job, he probably wouldnt notice or care all that much bc he loves blindly ❤️

im on winter break so i get to be cringe and free for endless hours thank u to like the 3 other people who also like sean diaz. u r all real ones

[darrelneverwentsoc]

hi :) i watched a boot and took some notes if anyone cares to read lol

victor soda boot notes

* soda shooting gravel at chet from his 🍆 HAHA

* dre steve humping at the socs omg

* trevi sounds so comfortable as pony here

* “oh he wants to see the movie” -trip

* “uh oh uh oh” -chet

* kwp rly changed up his delivery during the first pony jumping

* soda chasing the socs away with the chains 🫶🏼 (i feel like victor made this more noticeable)

* soda making muscles at two bit when he enters with the hubcap lol

* soda and darry arguing at the top of ggah

* SODA KISSED PONY ON THE CHEEK 🥹

* ace doing ballet then yelling “PONYYYYY”

* SODA SHIMMY

* darry telling soda not to give pony a cigarette

* darry just continuing to talk at soda during ggah

* PLS NOT VICTOR GRABBING HIS 🍆 WHEN HE SAYS “GOT A RESISTIBLE CHARM”

* victor seems so confident as soda especially when he’s dancing

* soda pretended to fly like a plane lol he’s so teen boy

* TREVI HIGH NOTE RIFF AT THE END OF GGAH OMG?!

* victor soda is so silly i loveeee

* “how many 🫵🏼 pages is it”

* victor’s comedic timing during the scene before GE is SO GOOD

* the hand curve on “anne margaret is SERVING the hamburgers” is GENIUS OMG

* TREVI GOING UP DURING GE‼️

* steve and paul hella beefing during drive in

* i love daryl’s face when dally sits and moves his leg off the bench

* pony looking at the other socs cuz he’s embarrassed of dally 👀

* “nice shirt” - brill after cherry throws her drink on dally

* paul pushing dally out of the drive in

* emma and trevi were so cutie during icttyan

* trip egging on bob and two bit like their animals omg

* not trip pushing marcia and yelling at her

* pony so sassy with darrel before ritfr

* THE WAY SODA SHOOTS UP WHEN HE HEARS CHERRY’S NAME HAHA

* PLS WHY IS HE 🧍🏻🫵🏼 BAH

* the sneaky dabbing up johnny LOL

* “i WILL fold all of it☝🏼” AHSVUEKW

* soda comforting pony omg

* brent and victor get so close like darry is so intimidating AGH

* the way pony is genuinely gagged when darrel snaps at him

* trevi’s vocals are so strong in this boot omfg

* trip wiping his hands after he has pony in his arms

* brill is so mean to cherry in JFT

* trevi and sky sound sooo good on damd like just beautiful

* brent’s eyes when he’s talking to dally are SO condescending in this

* geez darry looks so defeated just rip my heart out

* “darrel i need yoUUuuUuu”

* VICTORS LIL RIFFS UGH

* SODA DARRY HUG 😭😭

* victor’s voice is just wow

* brent almost sliding off the tire during hth lolll

* victor and brent messing with eachother 🥹

* emma slaying hopeless war as always

* you can rly see pony debating about the rumble at the end of HW

* the way the socs come out during trouble with the light glowing behind them is always such a serve

* OMG DAN PAUL PUTTING HIS RING ON MID FIGHT

* literally always speechless after the rumble idek what to say

* darry is so proud of pony 🥺

* CURTIS BROTHER HUG IM GONNA BE SICK

* WOW TREVI’S BREAKDOWN WHEN JOHNNY DIES 💔

* steve breaking down in ace’s arms

* soda holding pony on his arms😭

* HEAD KISSES 💔💔

* HELLO why did i never notice their little tribute to johnny when they put gravel on the wooden plank i-

* omg trevi’s monologue delivery after little brother was literally heart breaking

* the way soda keeps looking back at darry when pony won’t respond to anything 🥺

* soda breaking down and whimpering omfg goodbye

* can’t get over how good sky and trevi sound together

* trevi pony is so sad i’m gonna cry

* darry looking away to cry will never not destroy me

* finale harmonies have my heart

[wegc]

Idk if ur hard hours r open but 🤭

I had a thought about my pookie baby pie Lee Minho <33 and they’re all filthy <33

I feel like Minho would be soooo into spitting but maybe I’m projecting; he’d totally take you by the throat or jaw and pry your mouth open with his fingertips just to spit into your mouth; maybe calling you “his good slut” and talk about how “obedient you are for him.” He’d also spit on your face, swearing in into your makeup and tears as he punishes you for acting like a brat all day.

And Minho who is totally whipped for you— like I mean whipped. Down horrendously, wants to worship the ground for this u walk on. He’d still tease you and do the usual Lee Minho shenanigans but like??? He’d also be so sweet and kind and gentle with you. Which leads me to fluffy sex with him <33 just adores you and is kissing all along your cheeks, swiping away the tears of overstimulation (though you don’t want him to stop). Maybe if the mood is right HE’D EVEN CRY??? Like mid “I love you” and he’d sob softly; I’m thinking post argument sex?? I need this man so bad……

ANYWAYYY IM NOT GONNA BOMBARD YOU WITH MY HORNY THOUGHTS SO 😭 HAVE THESE <33

I hope ur having a good day and pls drink water and your writing is so good I can’t wait to read more <33 and if it’s okay could I be your first anon? maybe 🫧 anon if I could !

LEE MINHO IS THE RESIDENT SPIT KING IN STRAY KIDS!!!!! i do not make the rules but you cannot deny the truth—i’m glad we see a similar vision 🫧 anon!!!

lee minho’s cock throbs when you tell him you want him to spit in your mouth. he’s thought about it so many times and considers doing it every time the two of you have rough sex but can’t seem to muster up the courage to do it because he doesn’t wanna scare you off :(

it’s an ownership thing for him and also because of how intrinsically degrading it is to spit in someone’s face. it just drives him crazy every time you open your mouth, signalling to him that you want him to defile you. you’re so obedient and needy, and isn’t it so fun and satisfying to demean you when you start acting out?

in addition to a spitting kink, minho has a slapping kink and would get a kick out of slapping you and being slapped whenever either of you deserves it. nothing gives him more euphoria than the sight of your eyes rolled back, face flushed (from embarrassment or from the sharp smack on your cheek, who knows?), all wet from min repeatedly spitting in your face, calling you his dumb baby who can’t do anything without him :(

sub!minho being slapped is also a delicious thought if anyone wants to talk about it hehe!!!!

minho who uses his spit to smear your mascara and lipstick all over your face after you make him jealous!!! telling you you’re the prettiest when he’s turned you into his stupid cock-slut!!!

i think fluffy sex with minho would be slightly rare (he’s a fucker!!!!) but post-argument sex would have him tearing up and sniffling into your neck a little because while he acts like you don’t affect him much, he genuinely cannot picture a life without you (remember minsung two kids room i think where skz was like lino can’t live without jisung YEAH!!!).

minho calling you his pretty little thing, his good little girl, softly kissing your ankles as he fucks into you, twirling your hair around his fingers AAAA

food for thought!!! minho buying you an anklet with his initial on it that jingles every time he thrusts into you <3

[anzulvr]

Hiii! Could i please request a karma x reader where reader is a crybaby and really sensitive but also super sweet to everybody no matter how mean they are?

Karma x sensitive reader // <3 // fluff, hcs.

In which Karma catches feelings for a crybaby.

— ୨୧ first meeting.

Karma and you get along well from the start, unlike most people in the main campus you don’t talk badly about E-class and you don’t make any judgements towards people without getting to know them- that’s especially important to note because Karmas never had the best reputation. Even so, you didn’t judge him based off rumors and comments made about him behind his back, earning you his respect!

— catching feelings.

Karma is the last person to be interested in dating, so whenever he starts getting all nervous and flustered around you he thinks he’s nauseous. He only realizes hes into you when he sees he’s sort of defensive over you, definitely brought to his attention by Rio(meddler) or Nagisa (He just wants to help).

✦ any time you’re upset he’s the first to ask who did something, super ready to fight anyone.

✦ He realizes he’s never wanted anyone to stick around as much as you.

—ʚ[End Class]ɞ

(If you were to drop to end class for whatever reason)

// first time meeting Korosensei you’re a sobbing mess.

Even then you’re trying to be nice telling him he’s not that scary (in reality you’re terrified because why is he like 10 feet tall..)

Korosensei frantically tries to get you to stop crying. “I promise I would never lay my tentacles on a student- I wouldn’t hurt you!! You can ask anyone in here I-”

Karma is laughing his ass off to the point he’s gripping his sides cause they hurt.

You get to sit next to him. Lucky (???) you.

The rest of the class is quick to warm up to you, if you’re not already friends that is.

— When you’re officially together.

Hes the biggest tease in existence, he can’t go 20 minutes without poking fun at you.

Has so many pictures and videos of you happy crying. (He will not let you live down.)

Also has a folder of pictures you send him whenever you’re crying over small / dumb things you find funny when you realize what you’re crying over.

(cause literally me too?? I’ll cry and laugh mid way when I realize how stupid it is 😭)

[Name]: we’re out of cookies.

[Attached image of you crying]

lmfao I’ll buy you some calm down💀 :[Karma]

[Name]: NVMM.. false alarm we have another box 😆!!

don’t care I’m at your doorstep with 5 boxes open up :[Karma]

[Name]: Wow you’re fast it’s only been like 3 minutes..

— <3 —

He brings up moments like that anytime he has the chance to embarrass you.

“Remember the time you cried cause you found out chickens live only like seven years.”

“Shut up it was really sad.”

“[Name] we had fried chicken like 20 minutes later and you devoured that shit.”

“That was so good, we should go again.”

ON ANOTHER NOTE.

No one is allowed to make you feel bad though, Terasaka is extra careful not to say anything to make you cry on days where he doesn’t want to end up on the ground.

You’re his go-to for advice. Especially if he’s ever arguing with anyone like his parents or his friends because you know more about emotions than he does.

Cannot handle seeing you upset because of something he does, the second your eyes even get the littlest misty he’s apologizing with food and flowers.

You hold a special place in his heart because often times you’re the only person he’s comfortable opening up to.

A/N: im behind on like 30 requests IM SORRY 😪😪😪

Also I didn’t really check for spelling errors for this one so tell me if you catch any pls!!!

[nataliesfirefly]

You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 6

a/n: hey guys!! im so sorry this part has taken me so long! im currently on a trip so i havent had much time to write! but i hope this makes up for it, im super excited for yall to read this!!! also i think im going to plan for this series to have a few more chapters, probably max 9 or 10! i love it sm i really dont want it to end 😭 but anyways enjoyyy and comment what you think! and again i apologize if the smut is mid.. btw this is not proofread LMAO

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warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, angst, language, smoking, afab reader

You’re sitting in your bed, reading a magazine, when your flip phone rings. You lean forward to pick it up from the corner of the bed, wondering who could be calling you this late. You raise your eyebrows when you see that it’s Lola. You haven’t spoken to her since school got out. Nevertheless, you answer it and put the phone up to your ear.

“Lola! Hey,” You grin. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you picked up. I’m so bored around here,” She groans, and you smile even bigger at the sound of her voice on the other end. “Around where?” You ask curiously.

“My parents’. I have to babysit my younger sister all the time. It’s exhausting, really,” She moans. “I just want to like, go to a party or something. Honestly, I would even prefer to be going to classes right now instead of this.”

“Wow. That must mean it’s really bad then, huh?” You continue flipping through the magazine, your eyes scanning through the apparently trending fashion and makeup choices at the moment.

“Yes. Ugh. You’re at Saltburn, right?” She asks. “Yeah.” You reply.

“How’s that going?” Lola questions, and you hear another voice in the background that sounds like her, only higher-pitched. “No, I’m on the phone. Go away. Shoo,”

You try not to snicker at her shooing away her little sister. “It’s…” You trail off, trying to decide the right way to describe how the summer is going so far for you. “I don’t know. Different.”

“How so?” You pause and wonder if you should tell her what’s been going on. You decide it’s probably better not to and keep some things to yourself.

“I think it’s just cause we’re growing up. I mean, we graduate in less than two years.” You shrug and reach over to grab your glass of wine. “Oh God, don’t remind me. My parents are still asking me what my plans are,” She sighs loudly.

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head and close the magazine, uninterested in the latest celebrity drama. An idea suddenly forms in your mind.

“Hey, the Cattons are throwing one of their big summer parties in a few days. I could invite you?” You suggest. You hear Lola gasp. “Really?! I’d love to go. I’ve heard so many stories about the Saltburn parties.” She makes it sound so dramatic, and you giggle.

“And you’d get a chance to see Felix,” You grin as you hear her jumping around. “Yeah, I would! You don’t need to convince me any further. I’ll be there,” She pauses. “Wait, but they’ll let me come, right?”

“Oh, of course. They like me a lot, so I’m sure they won’t mind.” You assure her. “Okay, perfect. Thank you so much, my love. I’ll let you get some sleep. See you soon!” She squeals excitedly and you roll your eyes with a smile as she hangs up.

You set down your phone and sigh, looking around your dim room.

You haven’t been able to get Farleigh out of your mind since your little… moment two nights ago. He’s not avoiding you, but he’s not being nice either. He’s gone back to teasing you and embarrassing you in front of the Cattons. You should’ve known that if you got too close, he’d pull away and return to his old ways.

But every little glance you two share has your stomach fluttering and your heart pounding. Every insult meant to hurt or offend you has the opposite effect. In some depraved way, you like when he degrades you. The past two nights, you’ve laid awake and stared up at the ceiling, trying to relive that night when he made you feel so good. Just the thought of him had your mind reeling. You would do anything just to feel that way again. You’re hooked.

You can’t just keep wallowing in these feelings. You want to talk to him, work things out, and go back to how they used to be a week ago. More importantly, you just want to be in his presence. It gives you some kind of thrill to be around him. It’s like a game of roulette to see which version of him you’ll get each time, and you love it. You crave his attention.

You climb off of your large bed and walk determinedly to your door, opening it quietly and sneaking down the hallway. It’s quite a long walk to Farleigh’s room, but you don’t care. You pass Felix’s room, then Venetia’s. Both of their lights are out, telling you that everyone in the house is probably asleep by now. You can only hope and pray that Farleigh isn’t.

You eventually find yourself standing in front of his room. Dim light peeks through from under his door, and you sigh with relief. He’s still awake. Your decision catches up to you and you realize how stupid it is that you’re about to knock on his door. You shake your head to clear your doubt, raising your hand and gently knocking.

You hear his bed shifting and footsteps following close after. You swallow nervously, your throat suddenly feeling dry. Your heart races with anticipation as he finally opens the door.

Fuck. He’s shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Your eyes trail down subconsciously before you blink and look back up to his face. Is he wearing underwear?

“Hello,” He says, his grin foxlike. “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?” You ask, your voice shaky. You curse yourself for sounding nervous. He crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. “Talk about what?” He questions.

You pause, unsure of what to say next. What were you going to talk about? He would deny any feelings towards you, so what was the point of even coming here?

“Just let me in, please.” You step forward and avoid his gaze. He steps to the side wordlessly, opening the door further to let you into his room.

You breathe in the familiar scent of that candle he’s always burning, and the scent of his cologne. It’s musky and spicy, with notes of vanilla. You tried to memorize it everytime you were close to him. You walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge, looking up at him as he closes the door behind him.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You ask, pointing to the pack sitting on his bedside table. He nods, and you carefully take one. He hands you the lighter.

He stares down at you as you light the cigarette, taking a drag from it. He chuckles to himself and you exhale, furrowing your eyebrows. “What’s funny?”

“You always said you hated the smell. Yet here you are, asking me for a cigarette,” He replies with a scoff. “Maybe you’re just a bad influence,” You shoot back, and his smile slightly fades.

You can see his eyes traveling down your body, lingering on your thighs and your bare legs. You had outgrown these sleep shorts, but you never cared because you figured no one would see you in them. Well, there goes that.

“Are we not going to talk about the other night?” You mutter. “What’s there to talk about?” He replies, and you roll your eyes. “Are you-” You pause and let out a frustrated breath. “Are you serious?” You exclaim angrily.

“You can’t blame it on being drunk this time, Farleigh.” You tell him, and he freezes, his gaze faltering downwards.

“Can we not talk about that? Let’s just…” He sighs with exasperation and sits next to you. You turn away from him, looking out the window. You decide not to press the issue, since it’s apparently too much for him to think about right now. Honestly, you aren’t even able to fully process what’s been going on between you two.

“Let’s just… talk,” He says finally, and you face him again, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. “Okay.” You shrug. It’s what you both do best: Talking. About anything and everything, despite the strange history of your relationship. You guessed that it was because you had known each other for so long, that it just came naturally. He’s just… real. He’s never pretending or putting on a façade, at least around you he’s not. Around the Cattons, he has to, because to them he’s just the wild child, the comedic relief, the American. You feel like you are the only one that gets to see the real Farleigh, and it feels like a privilege. But you know that’s not true, and you choose to believe it anyway.

“So… Our third year at Oxford,” Farleigh says. You let out a breath and raise your eyebrows. “Can’t believe it’s already been two years,” You both smile, thinking of all the good and bad memories you’ve made so far during your years at university.

“Can I be honest?” You ask, and he nods. “I’m scared.” You say simply. His eyebrows knit together. “Of what?” He replies. “Graduating. You know, I’ll probably go to graduate school or something, but I need to start making my own money. Get a job. Do adult things,” You sigh just at the thought of all the responsibilities. “I can’t be on a scholarship forever. Or have my parents pay forever,” You continue, shaking your head. “I’m putting them through enough as it is.”

Farleigh nods again with a look of understanding. “I might go back to the states. See my mom, maybe stay there for a while.” He says. You can’t help but feel a little sad at the thought of him being away for so long. You hate to admit it, but you would miss him.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now. You’re too uptight. Let yourself have fun,” He nudges you softly. “I’m trying,” You mutter. “Well, you’re smoking. That’s one step closer,” He laughs a bit and you roll your eyes.

It goes quiet and you stare down into your lap. You can feel his eyes on you, and your heart begins to race with anticipation. That familiar tension returns in the air between you and Farleigh.

You look up slightly, his eyes meeting with yours. Your stomach churns as you look down to see his hand inching towards your thigh, eventually resting on top of it. “I know why you came here,” He says, his voice lowered.

You look back up to him. “What?” You whisper. “Don’t play dumb,” He shakes his head. “I’m not.” You reply, trying hard not to break the intense eye contact.

You gulp nervously and finally look away, your face giving you away and burning red. “Hmm,” He hums, his thumb brushing across your thigh. You try to distract yourself by pressing the cigarette out on the ashtray on his bedside table, watching the little flame burn out.

He gently reaches up and grabs your chin, tilting your head back towards him. He drags his thumb down your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. He grins slightly before moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in closer until your noses brush together. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You know Farleigh is emotionally unavailable and toxic, and he won’t ever discuss his feelings or yours. But you can’t help but melt into the kiss, his touch, his aura. It’s like he’s magnetic, pulling you in everytime you try to pull away.

Somehow, every single time he kisses you, it’s better than the first time. Your tongues intertwine as your lips move in a perfect rhythm while both of you fall back onto his bed clumsily. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and the one that was resting on your leg moves up to rest on your waist, his fingers caressing your bare skin due to your tank top riding up. He eventually shifts his position so that he’s on top of you, and you turn to lay on your back underneath him.

His kisses begin to move down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucks and licks your skin so cruelly, but you don’t want him to stop. You breathe in the scent of his hair, his curls tickling your face, and you can already feel yourself becoming weak again.

You feel his hands start to trail down your body, resting on your hips, as he moves down the bed and you peer down to see him looking up at you from between your legs. Feverish heat burns across your skin just at the sight of it.

“Wait, wait. I’ve never-“ You start, suddenly feeling nervous. “It’s okay,” Farleigh replies, his eyes soft and warm as he gazes up at you. “Just relax,” He murmurs, gently pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time, shuffling them off your legs.

Just relax, you think. Easier said than done. You’ve pictured this moment so many times in the past few days, and you can’t believe it’s becoming reality.

And of all the times you’ve fantasized about this, none of them could ever do Farleigh’s beauty justice. His dark eyes are shining with something of lust and hunger, his plush lips slightly parted and his shoulders broad and golden. His curly hair is only slightly wet from his shower earlier, yet still perfectly coiled.

He looks up at you, trying to convey something through his gaze. “So pretty,” He mutters, tracing a finger along your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your stomach fluttering already.

He lifts your legs up and places them over his shoulders. Your heart pounds in anticipation and you can hear yourself breathing among the silence.

Farleigh leans down and presses a few kisses along your inner thigh, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand his teasing. You watch him gaze up at you through his lashes as he dips a finger into your wetness and you see the smirk that tugs at his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you and your face turns red. “Stop,” You cover your face with both hands, your stomach doing flips. You can’t handle how perfect he looks right now, even as he teases you for how soaked you are already.

“Hey, look at me,” He says, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. You let your hands fall back to your sides, smiling shyly. His expression turns more serious as he furrows his brows, slipping his finger inside of you. He moans before you even can, his head falling against your thigh.

That familiar stretch around his finger has your mind reeling as you throw your head back. He pulls it out and you whimper at the loss, until you feel his middle and ring finger on your clit. Your hands instinctively move to grasp the sheets as he strokes your bundle of nerves perfectly, letting your head fall back down to watch him. He continues to maintain eye contact and it makes you so weak.

Your brain almost turns to mush as you see him leaning down, his head buried between your legs. A moan louder than you intended leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue greedily licking a stripe up your pussy.

“Shit,” You huff, your chest heaving up and down. No one had ever given you head before, until now, so you didn’t really understand your girlfriends when they would tell you how amazing it felt. But now, you completely get it. His tongue moves in long, slow strokes and his pretty nose nudges perfectly against your clit.

He barely lifts his head so he can stare up at you to watch your reaction. You grind up against his face, your hand reaching down to grab a handful of his curls. He groans at the feeling before inserting a finger again, moving at the perfect pace along with his tongue. The combination is enough to make your legs shake. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your cum and both of your wanton moans echo throughout his room.

“Farleigh!” You almost scream his name before letting out a long, drawn out moan. He glances up at you once more, his pupils huge with lust. He moans against you as he absolutely devours you, adding a second finger in. His long fingers brush against that divine spot inside of you and you whimper helplessly, your other hand gripping his sheets as if it could help ground you somehow. That delicious heat builds in the base of your stomach, spreading like a fire.

“I’m gonna-“ You gasp for air, your chest heaving up and down. His eyes are half-lidded and he seems completely lost in the moment, just absolutely pussy drunk. “Let go,” He says, his voice deep and raspy.

And you do exactly that. The pleasure shoots through your veins like a drug, your grasp in his hair tightening and your hips rolling as you ride it out. You eventually come down from your high, letting your legs drop from his shoulders as you let out a shaky sigh, your heart still pounding against your ribs.

“Fuckk,” You breathe out, resting your head against the pillow. Farleigh crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you. The lower half of his face is covered in your slick, but you couldn’t care less. He kisses you passionately, desperately, groaning into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it just turns you on even more.

He pulls away, his lips hovering over yours. You look up at him and suddenly feel an indescribable desire wash over you as you stare into his deep brown eyes. It’s like you can’t get close enough to him, like you need more than everything he’s already given you. You want him inside of you. You want to feel every part of him. You want him to feel every part of you.

“Farleigh,” You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. “What is it?” He whispers back, lightly touching your own face.

“I want you,” You say. You don’t care how stupid you sound right now. This carnal desire has completely taken over you.

“In what way?” He replies, smirking smugly. “I think you know which way I mean,” You mutter. You don’t have time for his teasing, although you love it.

His expression softens and he seems to understand what you mean. “Please, I need you,” You can’t believe you’re begging for Farleigh of all people right now. You know you’ll be regretting it later. His eyes widen and he seems shocked by your confession.

“Far…” You whisper, tracing your finger along his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, hesitating slightly.

“Do you know what you do to me?” He asks, his voice soft. You look up at him and tilt your head. He takes your hand and guides it down below his waist while still looking down at you. You gasp softly when you feel that his dick is so hard underneath his sweatpants. It has to be painful. You slowly rub your hand against him and his eyebrows draw together as he stutters slightly, and it almost looks like he’s in pain.

“Baby-“ Farleigh whimpers. “Please,” You beg once again, and he nods, quickly taking his pants off and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. You look down at his dick, and you have to keep your jaw from dropping.

It’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen, and although you haven’t seen many in your lifetime, you know he would be considered above average. It’s long, with a bit of girth to it, veiny and already leaking precum from the tip. You feel yourself starting to get nervous. You aren’t sure if you could even take all of it, but hell, you’re going to try. You hope he didn’t pick up on your reaction, because you know he would tease you over it.

He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down onto his elbows. He never takes his eyes off yours as he positions himself. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting your ankles rest on his back.

He slowly begins to slide in, and you grunt quietly at the pain. He goes a bit deeper before you panic and place a hand on his lower stomach, stopping him. “I can’t-“ You wince in pain.

“Yes, you can. You can take it,” He nods and brushes the side of your face with his fingers. He takes your hand off of his stomach gently and places your arm back onto the bed. You nod in an attempt to encourage yourself, gritting your teeth to withstand the pain. You reach up to his shoulders, resting your hands on his shoulder blades, trying to keep your nails from digging into his skin as you hold onto him.

“Fuck,” Farleigh grunts as your walls grip him tightly, sucking him in. Eventually he’s buried inside of you to the hilt, and you can feel every inch of him. You’re still trying to adjust to his size, and the pain is slowly subsiding as he groans and drops his head and closes his eyes. You press your hips up against his, trying to get him to start moving. “Far,” You mutter. You can tell he’s trying to hold back. He breathes heavily and opens his eyes again, gazing into yours.

“I’m ready,” You whisper. His eyebrows knit together as he rolls his hips slowly, causing your eyes to roll back and drawing a short moan out of you. He shudders, slightly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. You wonder how he’s so good at this as your nails dig crescent moons into his back with each slow thrust and roll of his hips. Your mouth falls open and you try to be quieter but it’s no use.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, his curls tickling your face. He’s whimpering and moaning your name and other incoherent nonsense right into your ear. He sets a beautiful rhythm, his bed creaking underneath you as you sink into the plush of the mattress. You think you hear the headboard hitting the wall but you don’t care about the loud sounds you two are creating. You just don’t want this moment to end.

He looks back up to you and you can see he’s already fucked out. His eyes are even more glazed over than before and sex sweat forms on his brow. He whimpers helplessly and pants heavily. “You’re so good,” He breathes. “So, so good,” You could probably cum just from his words alone.

You let out a wanton moan as he hits that spot again, deep inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” You gasp and claw at his shoulders. He drops his head again, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you faster and deeper each time, hitting your spot over and over once he’s found it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” He groans against your neck and you feel tears brimming in your eyes. “Farleigh- It’s-“ You can’t seem to form words, your brain turned to sizzling hot liquid. “I know, I know,” He whimpers, his voice slightly higher pitched and breathless. You try to hold on longer, but you’re already coming undone as your orgasm hits you sooner than you expected. Your body stills and you clench even harder around him. He moans, that pained expression crossing his face once again. “Oh God,” He chokes out, his thrusts beginning to become less steady.

“Where should I-“ Farleigh pants. “Inside,” You tell him. You’re on birth control, but you don’t have the mental capacity to explain that to him or explain why. His hips stutter and he stiffens, finishing inside of you, the warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach. He collapses on top of you, his head on your chest, resting on the soft fabric of your shirt.

You’re already sleepy and physically exhausted from what just took place. You breathe in his scent one more time and let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process what you just did. Then he’s wrapping his arms around you gently before pulling out of you slowly. You grunt a bit, feeling a dull ache between your legs, but you can’t help but miss the feeling of him inside of you.

He adjusts the both of you so that you’re both laying on your side, allowing you to stretch out a bit and cuddle up to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you, and for a moment, it feels like a real relationship. Something you had never experienced. Something deep. Something real. And then you remember that it’s not. After this, he will go back to avoiding you and acting like he can’t stand you. You just wish that he would put his pride away and admit to you what he really feels. But what does he really feel? Are you stupid for thinking that there’s something here?

Farleigh strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing away some of the strands plastered onto your forehead by your sweat. He seems to notice your silence.

“You’re thinking too much,” He says, his voice beautifully hoarse. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders. “Am I?” You reply, your voice weaker than you thought it would be.

“Just sleep here tonight,” He mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. You so badly want to ask him to be serious and have an actual conversation with you about your… relationship.

“Okay… but we need to talk about this,” You respond quietly. He sighs and shifts a bit, careful not to move you too much. “We can in the morning,” He says, but you know that won’t happen. You’ll just have to settle for no answers to your questions for the time being.

You curl up closer to him and let your eyes close, breathing slowly and peacefully. “Goodnight,” You murmur. “Night,” He replies, sounding just as tired as you are. You drift off to sleep in Farleigh Start’s arms.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

You were usually on okay terms with Farleigh. But you remember exactly when the dislike turned into hatred.

It was right before end of term exams and Felix convinced you to go to the pub to blow off some steam and relax after all your revising. You reluctantly agreed, then regret your decision when you saw Farleigh and Sasha there.

It was pretty far into the evening and you were beginning to get sleepy. You had spaced out for a moment, staring out the window and watching the snow fall before you heard something that peaked your interest.

“I mean, Felix, you have got to settle down,” Farleigh chuckled and nudged Sasha, pointing his cigarette at Felix.

Felix grinned stupidly and shrugged. “Listen, mate. I’ve tried.” Some other friends of his joined in with the laughter.

You sat up and leaned forward, facing Farleigh. “You’re one to comment on relationships,” You said, raising an eyebrow. Everyone else sort of quieted down after hearing your words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Farleigh rolled his eyes at you and Sasha just glared. “You and Sasha. You’re dysfunctional.” You responded, unafraid to challenge him.

“Excuse me?” Sasha looked at you like you just committed a hate crime. “Yeah. He cheats on you, you cheat on him, you get back together, blah blah blah.” You took a sip of your beer and shrugged. “It’s gone on for almost a year now. It’s exhausting,”

Farleigh chuckled. “Ohh, you want to come after my relationship?” He smirked as if he was cooking up a plan in his mind of how to humiliate you best.

“Well, I bet you would like everyone to know that you lost your virginity to Joshua Brown,” Farleigh said, loud enough for even people from other tables to hear. A small chorus of gasps echoed across the room.

“You’re desperate, easy, and sloppy. You take anyone who wants you. I guess that’s what happens when you get no attention before you go to college, hm?” He just kept going, and the whole room went silent

“I’ve seen you walk out of so many dorms at six in the morning, it’s insane. You can’t even keep a fucking man,” Farleigh’s tone was harsher and colder than you’d ever heard before. Felix was staring at you in shock and Sasha was giving you that judgemental look.

You looked around to see all the pairs of eyes on you. “Fucking hell, Farleigh,” Felix muttered, shaking his head at him.

You stood up and grabbed your bag hastily, storming out of the pub with tears in your eyes. Why was he such a bitch? Why did he hate you?

Your reputation was officially ruined. All that time, he never told anyone about your situation with Joshua. Until now. He was doing so well. The whole class thought you were an innocent and pure, high achieving student, and now what would they think? You wish you didn’t care so much about how others perceive you, but you do.

You hated Farleigh. You hated him for ruining your reputation and your image. It was impossible to get him back or do something worse, since basically everyone knew he was a slut. But he got praised for it.

Ever since that night at the pub, other students would look at you sideways and whisper things about you as if you couldn’t hear them.

Fuck you, Farleigh. You decided you were officially done with him and your weird friendship. Even if that meant having to avoid him at every cost.

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