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junkissed · 7 months ago

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amateur hour

member — camboy!jun x f reader genre — smut, f2l, idiots to lovers, fluffy ending word count — 8.6k synopsis — the most awkward encounter of your life might just end up being the best thing you and your best friend have ever done together. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, masturbation (jun), voyeurism & exhibitionism (watching porn together), jun is a big time simp but in a soft way, please lmk if i missed any! notes — huge thanks to @onlymingyus and @highvern for reading this for me to make sure i wasn't insane, and thanks to @cheolism and @duhnova for help with the title <3 this is my longest fic in a while and it took so much energy to finish but i hope yall enjoy! please reblog or send an ask and lmk if you enjoyed this! :)

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"hello? anybody home?"

jun squeezes his eyes shut, throwing his head back with a stifled moan as he cums all over his hand. his grip on his cock tightens, milking every last drop out across his abs as he fights to keep himself quiet.

fuck, he forgot. forgot he'd told you to come over tonight. forgot he'd promised a movie night to cheer you up after your latest dating disaster. he feels like the worst friend on the planet right now, for so many reasons.

the main reason? the fact that he's just finished cumming at the thought of you… and also the fact that he's been streaming the whole thing to thousands of people.

out of breath, he presses a couple keys before slamming his laptop shut. no goodbye to his viewers, no thanking the people who donated. but they're used to his unconventional streams, often barely acknowledging their existence or even not talking at all. not because he cares deeply about staying anonymous, but because he's just so… average.

maybe that's why he's so popular: he's just a regular guy jerking off. people like that amateur stuff. no elaborate productions, no fancy camera work, just a guy with a laptop and a really pretty cock (or so he's been told). he could be anyone: your classmate, your neighbor, the cute guy from the library. he might even be your best friend.

"in here— changing!" he calls through his closed door, rushing as fast as he can to clean himself up and put clothes on. he's mentally praising himself for remembering to make his bed this morning, and after wiping a suspicious looking stain off his desk and fixing his chair, his room looks halfway decent.

he tosses open his bedroom door to greet you, throwing a smile onto his face. he doesn't want you to feel like you're intruding—he loves it when you come over, he wouldn't have given you his house key if he didn't want you to—even though at this exact moment, you very much are intruding. even though he invited you over in the first place. fuck, he's such an idiot.

when jun hadn't answered any of your texts before you let yourself in his apartment, you'd figured he'd forgotten about tonight. you'd hoped tonight would be an exception, but it's not out of the ordinary for him to be forgetful. any other day you wouldn't have minded, even teased him about it, but not tonight. especially since he invited you over in the first place.

but all of your worries are suddenly pushed to the backseat when he comes out of his room looking… well, hot.

like, literally hot. he's sweating, his hair disheveled and his pupils huge as he pushes his shirt sleeves up his arms.

it takes a second for you to take it all in— obviously he'd forgotten about his promise and had started a workout instead. you can't say you haven't noticed lately how often he's started working out, his biceps bulking up and his chest peeking out through his shirts. you'd wondered when he's been finding the time to go to the gym, his excuse for years being that he's too busy or too lazy to leave the house, but it seems like he's been working out at home too now.

you stand awkwardly in the space between his living room and the door, watching the beads of sweat forming at his hairline. “if now's a bad time, i can— leave…”

"no!" he rushes to say, and you pause at his sudden outburst. "no. just... let me take a shower real quick. i'm so sorry, i lost track of time." he runs his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down while you try not to stare.

"sure," you say after a long moment. his eyes pause to travel over your face with an expression you can't read, but maybe you just imagined that because seconds later he's back to his cheery, usual self telling you to make yourself cozy on his bed and start looking for a movie while he's in the shower.

standing under the cold water, he promises to himself that he's going to get everything right tonight, despite the rocky start. he's gonna bring out the snacks and put on the movie and make you happy again. because that's what he always does, and he may not be the most perfect person in the world but he tries to be for you.

he's been there for every new boyfriend you tell him about that he already knows won't end well, and he's been there when it inevitably doesn't end well. he's been there without a single complaint for every drunk saturday night and every hungover sunday morning. and he's not going to complain this time either, no matter his feelings for you and how badly he wishes you would just date him instead. maybe he's a little biased, but he thinks he'd make a great boyfriend.

you sit at the edge of his bed wringing your hands until you hear the shower start to run, finally letting out a deep exhale and starting to relax with a moment to yourself.

he’ll take his shower, and it’ll be like a reset button for the evening; he’ll come out nice and clean like nothing ever happened, and you’ll snuggle up and watch a funny movie and maybe get a little drunk and forget all your troubles for the weekend. a clean slate, as if you hadn’t had to use every ounce of self control you’ve got in order to avoid ogling him and the way his sweat drenched shirt clung to his torso.

you’ll have such a fantastic time with the movie, you won’t even have time to stop and think about the fact that he probably works out shirtless. no, you definitely aren’t thinking about how you’ve never seen any gym equipment around his house so he must be doing like a crazy amount of pushups or something to get that ripped without any kind of exercise machine. the fact that these are not the kind of thoughts you should be thinking about your best friend is entirely irrelevant.

content with your plan to avoid thinking for the rest of the evening, you stand up from his bed and move to stand at his desk, opening his laptop to find something to watch.

and oh, you find something to watch, alright.

staring back at you on his screen is a porn site, paused on a video of a man laid naked across a worn out looking chair, legs spread wide with his cock tightly in his fist.

oddly enough, your first thought is that the scene looks… hot. the top of the video cuts off at the neck, hiding his face from the camera but leaving his prominent adam's apple exposed. it’s very obviously amateur, but even from just the single frame shown, you get the sense that there’s a certain charm to it. and quite honestly, it’s working for you.

apparently, it works for a lot of other people, too. the video has hundreds of thousands of views, and below it are suggested videos from the same man that boast similar numbers.

jun never struck you as the type of guy to watch solo male videos, but you aren't here to judge his preferences. hell, you've seen way worse yourself. there must be something he likes about it, though, and you’re half tempted to press play on the video to find out if the rest of it is as good as the preview seems to be.

you're about to close the tab and never speak of it again, but something else catches your eye and you pause, finger hovering over the mousepad. something about the guy in the video feels… familiar, somehow.

looking closer you see there's a little mole on his tummy, right by his hip, that reminds you of the one jun has. you've seen him without his shirt on enough times to recognize it—not like you've been staring or anything. just something you've noticed.

but then your stomach flips, and you realize what's actually familiar about the guy in the video. tied around his wrist is a thin red string, a friendship bracelet you made when you first met him and accidentally tied it too tight so he couldn't take it off that he's worn ever since.

there's no way that's a coincidence.

and then everything else starts to fall into place: the posters in the background of the video. the old desk chair you’ve sat in so many times that you’ll never be able to see the same way again. too many pieces fitting easily together like a puzzle.

but by the time you've had long enough to process all this information, the shower has stopped and out walks jun wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants. your eyes drag away from the sight of his wet, naked chest and instantly fix on the bracelet tied around his wrist, unable to stop staring at it.

you distantly hear him call your name, and your gaze snaps back up at him with wide, guilty eyes, caught like a deer in headlights.

he opens a drawer and starts tugging a t-shirt on over his head, turning around to look at you. “did you find something to watc— oh.”

you follow his gaze towards his open laptop, the video sitting proudly on display in the tab you forgot to close.

you both stare at the paused video for a very long moment, the silence stretching on before all the words that were stuck in your throat suddenly come tumbling out all at once.

“i wasn’t— it was just open… i didn’t—”

he stands there in silence, and you stand there in silence, and the evidence sits on the desk between you like a wall that makes you feel intensely exposed, even though he’s the one who’s sitting naked on the open screen.

your first instinct (after panic, of course) is to slink home and hide yourself in your room and try to erase the image of your best friend’s dick from your memory. you’ve never thought they looked very attractive before, but his is weirdly beautiful to look at, and you’re not willing to explore that train of thought. also, way bigger than you were expecting, but it’s not like you thought about it often enough to guess how big he is or anything.

“maybe i should go home and we should just forget about tonight,” you rush to add when he still doesn’t say anything after a lengthy pause.

jun’s face falls, and you immediately feel a pang of guilt for trying to run. “you don't have to go,” he says quickly. “it’s not— um, nothing weird about it, right? i’m sorry, i should have closed it, or…” he pauses, stumbling over his words almost as badly as you are. “i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. i promise my sheets—and everything in my room—is clean.” he tries an awkward smile, and it makes you feel really bad about making him feel bad.

“it's not weird at all. it's totally normal. i was just… surprised,” you try to smile back, but it doesn't work as well on you as it does on him. “just a shock, i guess. trying to process it. but it's fine. i promise.”

“i won't make it weird,” he says. “you don't have to watch it or anything.” he kind of wants you to.

“i wasn't thinking about it.” you definitely were.

there's another uncomfortably long silence. “so anyway, did you pick out a movie?” he asks at the same time you ask him a question, both trying to keep the conversation going, but you realize you should've kept your mouth shut and let him take the lead because he is way more capable of being normal about this than you are.

“what do you think about when you do it?” you blurt out, and you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth because you've realized just how invasive of a question that is and you're kind of hoping he didn't hear you, but he definitely did because he's sitting at the edge of his bed with a shocked look on his face, because out of all the things he was expecting you to say it definitely wasn't that.

“don't answer that. i don't know why i said that,” you follow up immediately, trying to mitigate the damage but it's too late.

his eyebrows are scrunched up in thought. “no, i don't care. i—um… i just don't know how to answer that without making it weird.”

“you don't have to,” you say quickly.

he turns to you, but you pointedly look away. “do you actually want to know?”

you look down at your hands, doing everything to avoid his eyes. “kinda.” yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

he laughs a little, and miraculously somehow it manages to lighten the tension, hearing that familiar sound. “you seem, like, really uncomfortable. we can just… pretend it never happened.”

“it's gonna be hard to do that. it's not every day you find out your best friend is a porn star,” you say finally. you force yourself to lift your head, at least in his general direction since you can't meet his eyes. you settle on looking at his mouth instead, but that was definitely a mistake because now you're staring at his lips and noticing for the first time how pretty they are and how soft they look and now you're wondering what it would feel like to kiss those lips and to—

“it's not really like being a porn star… well, kind of, it is. but like, not really, because—” he cuts himself off when he notices you staring. “sorry, i'll drop it. we don’t have to get into it.”

“no, i'm curious now,” you say. somehow you find the will to lift your head, finally meeting his eyes. “tell me how you do it.”

he stares blankly. “like how i jerk off, or… oh, you meant how the videos work,” he laughs as it clicks into place in his mind. obviously you wouldn't mean it like that—as much as he wishes you did.

you didn’t realize it until now but the uncomfortable, awkward tension at the initial shock of finding out that your best friend has a mildly successful porn career, has slowly been melting away into a different kind of tension. maybe it’s the adrenaline, the fight or flight instinct, or something else entirely, but it’s succeeded in making you bolder than you should be. everything in you should be telling you no, drop it, don’t invade his privacy, but all you can think is yes, please, tell me everything.

“is that what you were doing earlier? when i got here?”

he tilts his head imperceptibly at your question, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he tries to gauge your reactions. there’s something in the air and it’s beginning to affect him too. “i feel like you’ve already guessed the answer to that.”

you can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of your lips at his words, gaining confidence with each passing second. “i told you, i’m curious.”

“fine.” he cocks an eyebrow at you. “yeah, i was. what else do you wanna know?”

“you never answered my question earlier.”

“what do i think about?” he repeats, tactfully ignoring the blush creeping up his neck into his cheeks. “trade secret. i can’t tell you.”

clearly you aren’t satisfied with his answer, so he sighs and looks over at you. strands of wet hair from his shower rest across his forehead, and you can’t help but be reminded of how he looked when you’d first walked in, sweaty bangs sticking to his face in a similar fashion.

“it’s not any different than when i do it off camera. same thoughts.” his eyes trail down your body briefly before snapping back up to your face. “most of the time i don’t even remember i’m being filmed. just feels like a normal afternoon to me.”

when he meets your eyes again they almost seem to sparkle with a mischievousness he hasn’t seen from you in a long, long time. “so this is a normal afternoon for you, then? letting people watch you jerk off?” the words are more vulgar than he’s ever heard from you, but they taste good and satisfying on your tongue.

if even a quarter of jun’s brain was functioning normally right now, he might have the good sense to refuse to answer your questions. his side job was never supposed to be found out by friends or family, not because he’s embarrassed about what he does, but because he likes having that space to experiment with himself. it’s true he can try out fetishes and kinks he would’ve never known about before, yes, but more important to him is the fact that he can do whatever he wants, be whoever he wants to be, act however he wants to act.

yet he instantly buckles the second you smile and bat your pretty eyelashes at him without so much as a second thought. for as long as he’s known you he’s always had the urge to tell you everything, to talk for hours and hours about anything on his mind. he’s never felt like he needs to hide anything from you; even with this, his darkest secret, he’s an open book. willing and far too eager to answer anything you ask him.

a small, distant part of him has sort of always wanted you to find out about his alter ego, to question him exactly as you’re doing now. the thought of his secret becoming your secret, too.

“i guess so, yeah.” he grins and glances over at his laptop still sitting open, the image of himself paused on the screen.

you follow his eyes, looking back and forth between him and the video and trying not to find the similarities between the two. “you ever do anything… together? or just solo?”

only after you’ve said it do you realize how that question sounded coming out, and yet again you wish you could take back your words. it wasn’t meant to be an offer—though deep down you really wouldn’t mind that at all—but despite the numerous boundaries you’ve already overstepped tonight, you don’t think that’s a line you’re willing to cross just yet.

being aware of your best friend’s homemade porn and even watching it is one thing, but actually fucking him is completely different. and no matter how bad your feelings are for him, it still feels off limits. unless he suddenly decides to grab you by the neck and tell you he wants you to ride him until your legs give out (which you’d gladly do, for the record), you’re just going to have to keep those desires to yourself.

the implications of your question hang unanswered in the air, and you stumble to explain yourself before he has the chance to outright reject you. “that's not what i mean—not like that. i wasn’t… nevermind.” you cut yourself off, hoping you haven’t managed to dig yourself a deeper hole.

the corner of his mouth upturns in a smile that you find infuriatingly hot. “you weren’t what? and no, i haven’t. never had anybody i liked enough to try it with.” he gets shy again, glancing away from you and staring at his desk chair absently. “i haven’t told anyone about it, so it’s not like i have many options even if i wanted to.”

your cheeks flush in embarrassment, and that guilty feeling in the pit of your stomach from seeing something you shouldn’t have returns. you’re the only person who knows? and you only saw it on accident, so clearly he didn’t mean for anyone to ever find out. fuck, all of this was a mistake and maybe you really should pretend like nothing ever happened.

“i’m sure the people who watch you would be lining up at your door to fuck you if you asked.”

“not interested.” he doesn’t meet your eyes, his gaze lingering on your body again for a moment too long, and for some reason that sparks something within you.

you clear your throat and it grabs his attention, looking up at you in curiosity. “well, anyway. i’ve thought of something for us to watch.”

he perks up a little, and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do because he seems so excited at the prospect of watching an actual movie. but you’ve endured more than enough of your fair share of his teasing over the years, and part of you is still curious to finally see him in action, so you grab his laptop and sit yourself down on his bed.

he walks closer to you to see what you’ve picked out for the evening, only to find you’ve put his own video on fullscreen, nonchalantly propping his computer up on your lap to watch as if his dick isn’t sitting in front of your very eyes in 4k high definition.

his cheeks turn even redder than they already were as he freezes in place, his eyes fixed on the image of his own cock in hand and toned body on display, waiting for you to press play.

“you coming?” you pat the bed next to you expectantly, smiling such an innocent little smile as if you’re unaware of what you’re doing, though both of you already know exactly what’s going to happen. and it’s driving him up the fucking wall.

he’s so flustered that he doesn’t even laugh at your pun, still standing at the foot of his bed and trying to summon every last shred of his dignity to stop himself from getting hard for the second time tonight. just the thought of you wanting to watch him, showing interest in the videos of him pleasuring himself has all the blood in his body rushing towards his cock, and he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to keep pretending he’s fine with this.

“i’ve never watched them after filming them. i was there the first time… never felt like i needed to revisit it.” he doesn’t mention the real reason he doesn’t watch them is because he’s afraid to see what he looks like when he’s thinking about you— afraid to see how his body reacts in ways that it definitely shouldn’t be without your knowledge.

you bite your lip absentmindedly, looking up at him with an inviting expression. “first time for everything, right?” despite the confidence you’ve gained your voice still ends up coming out soft and shy, as if you’re afraid to admit how badly you want to see how this plays out.

jun’s face flushes as he tries to ignore the way his pants continue to grow tighter. “you wanna watch me? i mean— the video? together?” he’s honored… no, he’s more than honored. thousands of people watch his videos daily, yet the only one he cares about is sitting on his bed and smiling that pretty smile of yours at him.

he rests his palms on the edge of his bed frame, and you can’t help the way your eyes rake over his body in reaction. he’s tall and always has been, towering over you as long as you’ve known him, but he never seems to be aware of just how big he is. or maybe he is and just knows how to use it to his advantage. either way, you can’t hide the shiver running down your spine as he leans over the bed towards you.

he can feel his body tingling with anticipation as he takes a seat down anxiously beside you, your fingers hovering over the mousepad before you finally unpause the video. no going back now.

at first you think the sound isn’t working as you watch him adjust his position on the chair in silence, but when you hear the seat squeak you realize he’s just quiet. your palms are clammy as you keep your hands planted at your sides, waiting for the action to start. just the image of him naked is enough to send you into a spiral, but you force yourself to be patient, knowing there’s better things to come.

you try not to stare at him next to you, but it’s impossible with the way he keeps nonchalantly adjusting his sweats every few seconds. you can tell he’s trying not to let on how hard he is, but unfortunately for him you're way too hyper aware of yourself in this moment and nothing goes unnoticed.

your gaze stays glued to the screen as you watch the recording of jun leaning back in his chair, tentatively taking his cock into his hand with a soft sigh. you don’t notice that you’ve been holding your breath until he starts moving his hand up and down along his length, letting out a shaky sigh that matches the ones from his recording. your cheeks are burning but you can’t bring yourself to stop staring as he brushes his thumb across his leaking tip, smearing his precum around with his fingers.

the muscles in his thighs tense and he lets out a little whine, and it sends a shiver throughout your whole body. you can’t see his face on the video, but you’ve seen his expressions enough to get the picture, and it drives you wild. you need to see it close up, need to see those faces he makes and confirm the way you’ve imagined it.

but even with his beautiful, painfully hard cock right in front of you, you still can’t take your eyes off of the friendship bracelet tied around his wrist, watching as it brushes against his cock with every stroke of his fist. you wonder how long he’s been doing this, how long and you’d never realized. he’d never seemed like the type, but then again, you were learning a lot of things about your friend tonight.

you manage to pry your eyes away from the video but your gaze just ends up back on instead, sitting beside you with the same thin bracelet adorning his slender wrist. you squeeze your thighs together as you stare at it, willing yourself not to think about it, but when another broken and muffled moan comes out of the laptop speaker you can’t take it anymore.

you suddenly stop the video, pushing his computer off your lap and closing the screen. he jumps and looks at you, eyes wide with concern. you'd hated it, didn't you? you thought he was a loser and this was all such a bad idea and he should've pretended it never happened in the first place because now your friendship is ruined and—

"show me."

jun swears he stops breathing for a second. he must not have heard you clearly, but when he pulls his gaze up to meet yours he finds you staring back expectantly, a hint of a smile on your face and a look in your eyes that makes him want to pounce on you and never look back.

"what?" his voice comes out cracked. god, if you're saying what he thinks you are… he's never been this hard in his entire life, including all the times he's edged himself to the thought of you. there's no way in hell he isn't hallucinating right now, because the expression on your face is straight out of his dreams.

your wandering eyes flit down to his bulge. "i thought you said you did live shows."

your heart is pounding, fearing you've finally crossed that last forbidden line for good. who knows when you got so bold, but you couldn't handle watching another second of that video without doing something about it. despite his shyness you know he's enjoying this, with the way he keeps tugging at the hem of his shirt and struggling to hide his painfully obvious boner. it's not like you're doing any better yourself, and you wonder if he can feel the heat radiating off your body right now or if he's noticed the way you can't stop squirming.

you hadn't expected that hearing his breathy whimpers through the laptop's tinny speakers and watching his abs flex on the screen as he squeezes his hand around his cock would have such an effect on you, but it's hard not to when the star of the movie is sitting right beside you. you're afraid to even move, at risk of revealing the wet spot beneath you seeping into his sheets that he was so adamant earlier about being clean. well, you know one thing for sure— they won't be clean after tonight.

so, you clear your throat and choose your next words carefully this time, knowing exactly what you're asking for and hoping, praying it'll be reciprocated. "why would i wanna watch a video when i can see it in person?"

"fuck—" his voice is strained, and your stomach flips at the sudden low tone coming from his throat that you aren't used to hearing. "you want—”

"i wanna see you," you cut him off, jumping on the chance that he didn't immediately shut you down. you look pointedly at the bulge in his pants, making sure he sees you looking. "do you ever do private shows?" you feel the heat in your cheeks burning with shyness, but you press on, your voice soft. "you know… one on one?”

“no— yeah,” he says hurriedly. “i mean, i can now. for you. if you want.” he adds the last part like an afterthought, because even though you just straight out asked to watch him jerk off, he still can’t comprehend that you’re into this. that you, his best friend of all people, is this eager to see him.

your reply comes out choked with desperation, but he’s so lost in your reactions that you doubt he even notices the change in your tone. “please?”

with dazed eyes he nods, moving his hands down to the waistband of his pants, and it feels like time moves in slow motion as you strain your eyes for a glimpse.

your breath catches in your throat as you watch him push his sweatpants down just below his hips, freeing his cock. the thick veins on his hands that you're used to ogling in your free time are nothing compared to the veins that cover his length, and they’re nothing compared to the grainy video from his computer, either. you're so tempted to touch him, you have to physically restrain yourself from reaching over and wrapping your hand around him, to feel its weight in your palm and feel how hard he is.

he soaks up your reaction, his pride soaring at the way your mouth is practically watering for him. he makes sure you're watching, then pushes his sweatpants all the way off and leans back against the headboard of the bed, spreading his legs to get a more comfortable position before he starts.

“you gonna answer my question now?” you ask, your voice soft yet still teasing as he begins to drag his hand up and down his shaft slowly, pumping himself to full hardness as if he hadn't already been fully hard for the last hour.

the look in his eyes when he glances back up at you makes your heart jump, and suddenly the answer seems as clear as day. but you’re afraid to believe in it in case you’re still wrong about everything; even now as you kneel beside him on his bed, his eyes boring into yours as you watch him fist his cock, you can’t let yourself have hope that he feels the same about you. there’s been nothing to suggest that he does, besides the fact that he didn’t immediately throw you out of his house the second you found out about his alternative career.

he doesn’t answer for a long moment, and you feel your entire body growing hot under his gaze. for the second time tonight you feel stripped bare, despite the fact that you’re fully clothed and he’s the one half naked in front of you.

“are you sure you wanna hear the answer?” he says finally, and despite the way his voice comes out choked you can tell he’s just as nervous about this as you are. years of friendship changed by just one sentence, but whether it’ll be for better or for worse, you haven’t figured out yet.

you’re not sure if you really do, but you nod anyway, searching his eyes for any signs of hesitation. he groans softly, bucking his hips up a little into his fist as he opens his mouth to speak. you scoot closer to hear him, drawn to him like a magnet and your heart pounding as you wait for the words you so badly want to hear.

“right now?” he pauses. “i’m thinking about how bad i wanna kiss you.”

and after that it’s like a dam breaking apart, losing every bit of self control you’d worked so hard to maintain for so long as you press forward and meet his lips. his hands jump to your hips, instantly forgetting what he was doing as he gently tugs you onto his lap to get a better angle.

you slide your legs beneath you, straddling his lap with your knees on either side of his waist as your mouth slides against his. kissing him comes as naturally to you as breathing, almost immediately finding a rhythm with his nose pressed against your cheek.

he starts out slow, tentative, but as soon as you kiss him back he’s throwing his own self control to the wind and pulling you deeper into him. you can feel his aching cock pressing into your stomach, and it takes everything in you not to grind down on him and ease the throbbing between your legs.

you finally force yourself to pull away, taking in the sight of him. his cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, eyes darting back and forth between yours in questioning at your sudden pause. “is— is that all you think about?” you ask, but it comes out more like a whimper. if it were anyone else you’d be mortified at how worked up you’ve gotten in such a short time, but if anything jun looks worse than you do right now.

“i think about you every fucking time,” he admits breathlessly. as always, giving up his so-called trade secrets the second you ask, because he can’t hide anything. doesn’t want to hide anything from you. “can’t stop thinking about you, even when i try not to—”

“during your streams?”

“—especially during my streams.”

you push your hips down gently, feeling your soaked panties sticking uncomfortably to your folds at the movement, but it’s all worth it for the angelic moans that fall from his lips in return. “and earlier…?” you pry. you don’t know why you’re so full of questions tonight, but a part of you relishes in his praise and the way he so readily admits his thoughts to you.

he stifles another groan, his hands trailing haphazardly over your body like a kid in a candy store, as if he isn’t sure what to touch first but he does know that he wants to touch all of you. “earlier— got so hard thinking about you coming over, i couldn’t help it…” he squeezes his eyes shut as you reach up to rest your arms around his shoulders. “so fucking lucky that you’re my friend, i don’t deserve you.”

you brush your thumb against his cheek and his eyes shoot open, his hips stuttering beneath you in surprise. “why?” you ask softly. if anyone is undeserving of your friendship, it should be you, not him; the way he treats you like a queen, practically worshipping the ground you walk on and being the best friend you’ve ever had.

“‘cause—” he swallows hard and looks up at you, his fingers shaking a little as they wander across your hips. “fuck, the way i think about you… you’d never say yes to that.”

you smile softly, leaning closer to him until your mouths are just inches apart and you can feel his hot breath on your lips. “you never asked me.” you glance up at him expectantly, nodding your head to give him a chance to say what’s on his mind.

“can i—” he curses under his breath, his mind going haywire at even just the thought of you letting him have more of you. “can i kiss you again?”

and it’s such a genuine request that you have no choice but to indulge him, your lips parting to let him in. it’s a kiss that you feel in your entire body, from the hands that have moved to your back gently guiding you towards him, to the butterflies in your chest and much lower places. you want—no, you need all of him, all at once, need his hands and his cock and his sweet, sweet kisses.

you lean back and press your mouth against his neck instead, feeling his soft skin beneath your lips as you start to suck. he groans in response when you nip at the underside of his chin, beginning to suck harder until you bite down gently and lift your eyes to see his reaction.

suddenly he wraps his hand behind your neck and pulls your head up to meet him face to face, crashing his lips back against yours in a frantic battle of tongue and teeth, filled with a newfound desperation. his eyes are closed and brows furrowed as he kisses you, one hand on the back of your head guiding you into him.

you frantically paw at his shirt, struggling to keep yourself contained. "jun, please— let me see you."

he leans forward away from you and tears his shirt off over his head without so much as a word in reply, quickly settling back and meeting your lips once again. his mind is racing a mile a minute, so eager to give you whatever you want, whatever you ask for, whatever you need.

he's so caught up in pleasing you that the thought of asking you to take off your shirt in return doesn't even cross his mind; you could sit fully clothed on his lap for the rest of the night and he'd still be over the moon. but you do it anyway, just as eager to please him as he is for you. you pull your shirt off as fast as you can, whining in frustration when you tug too roughly and it gets caught in your hair for a half second. but you feel his hand slide up your back and help you, untangling it and balling the fabric in his fist, tossing it across the room before pulling you back to him.

you fall forward and catch yourself on the wall behind his head, forcing you to readjust your seat on his lap and cupping his cheeks with your hands to stabilize yourself. jun shifts his position as well, threading one arm around your waist and pulling you tighter against him. his palm on your skin makes you feel like you're on fire, his hand pressing gently but firmly against the bare skin of your hip.

you can feel his length resting between your bodies, still hard as ever and throbbing from so much stimulation yet so little of it being directed at where he wants it most. you start to rock your hips, slowly grinding against him and feeling your cunt pulse through the thin fabric of your panties, and you wonder if he can feel it, too.

if he does then he doesn’t mention it, too caught up in roaming his hands over your chest now that your shirt is out of the way. you feel shy, not used to so much attention from one person and especially not used to it coming from him. a part of you wishes you’d at least worn a prettier bra, but he doesn’t even seem to notice that it’s the old ratty one you wear around the house. in his eyes it might as well be made of solid gold, with the way he touches it so delicately and looks up at you in a frenzy, begging you to let him take it off.

his palms cup your breasts the second the fabric is on the floor, moaning unabashedly as he pushes his face into your chest. his tongue laves over your skin with his eyes closed in bliss, and he groans into your breast before he finally tears his mouth away from you, giving you both a second to breathe.

"please let me fuck you," he rasps, his arm still wrapped around your waist as he holds your body close to his. "fuck, please— god, i need you so bad. i'll take such good care of you, baby, please, just let me. i'll do whatever you want me to, please—"

you shiver at the desperation in his voice, and if he wasn't still cradling the back of your head in his palm you probably would've fallen backwards with a moan. even from the few minutes of his video that you'd managed to watch he didn't seem like much of a talker, so the way he rambles on and on begging for you feels like a breath of fresh air.

you waste no time in telling him yes, practically falling off his bed in your rush to stand up and strip the rest of your clothes off. he wraps his hand around his cock once more and begins to thrust shallowly into his fist as he watches you shimmy out of your pants, and you whimper at the sight that’s become so familiar over the past hour.

both finally naked, you start to reposition yourself on his lap, but in a split second he flips you over onto your back instead. you let out a yelp as he cages you in with his long limbs, his cock resting against your body as he hovers over you.

“please,” he pants, his expression pleading with you just as much as his words are. you don’t even know what he’s pleading for at this point but you nod quickly anyway, moaning out his name until he silences you with another hot kiss.

he sits back on his heels, kneeling between your legs as you spread them open wider for him. he forces himself to look away from your dripping pussy long enough to position himself at your entrance. there’s so much more he wants to do, so much he wants to try with you, but after dreaming about you for so long and now you’re finally here, he’s not sure he’ll last long enough to find out. another day, he tells himself as he lines up his cock. another time, if you’ll let him.

he looks up at you, waiting for you to give him a signal or to back out if you’ve changed your mind, but you meet his eyes and bite at your lip and give him the tiniest nod.

his hands are shaking as he guides himself into you, pushing just the tip inside and looking back up at you for confirmation before continuing.

by the time he’s halfway inside of you he has to squeeze his eyes shut as hard as he can, every muscle in his body concentrating on trying not to explode at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. a million thoughts are running through his head and he can barely see straight at this point, his tunnel vision focused on you and only you. if he remembers only one thing from tonight, he wants it to be this sight right here: the image of your face scrunched up in pleasure, your mouth hanging open in a breathless moan as you clench wildly around his cock.

your hand grips his bicep impossibly tight as you adjust to his size, your fingers gradually relaxing as he continues to push into you until he bottoms out with a high pitched whine.

it takes a second for you to adjust, but as soon as you start begging him to move his body starts running on autopilot, his hips pistoning into you with more force than he knew he had in him. he’s stopped talking by now, almost completely silent except for the occasional groan and muttered curse.

you lift your legs to wrap them around his waist, pressing into his back with your heels to get him to thrust deeper until you fall apart in his arms with a cry, burying your face in his chest as your vision goes blank and the wind gets knocked out of your lungs.

he leans down over you, putting his hand between your head and the wall to stop you from being slammed into it from his thrusts as you crest into your orgasm. all you can do is hold on tightly to him, biting at his collarbone to stifle your noises as his eyes dart across your face, desperate to see how beautiful you look when you cum for him. for him, for only him, for your best friend who’s so in love with you it physically hurts.

what finally breaks him is the gentle way you reach up and hold his head with one hand, guiding him down to your lips to kiss you once more. your fingers tremble with aftershocks as you thread them into his hair, using his body to ground yourself as he fucks you into the mattress.

his hips stutter and he barely pulls out in time to cum all over your pussy, his cock twitching as he releases onto your skin with a broken moan. there’s nothing he wants more in this world than to cum inside you, but in his desperation he didn’t think to ask ahead of time, and even his last functioning brain cell isn’t going to let that happen without your permission.

your fingers untangle themselves from his hair, sliding to his neck and down to his chest as he heaves shallow breaths. he blinks rapidly, trying to reorient himself and calm his racing heart.

“jun?”

he barely hears you calling his name, but his head tilts down to look at you before he can process it. you’re just as much of a mess as he is, sweaty hair sticking to your forehead and his cum coating your lower half, your chest rising and falling as you struggle to catch your breath.

and just like that, the fog in his mind is cleared and he’s jumping into action. he’s gonna do what he always does, what he has to do: be there for you and do everything right, even when he has no idea what’s “right” anymore because he just fucked his best friend and the love of his life and that’s not usually what best friends do, so what does that make him now? he doesn’t know and he doesn’t care, but what he does care about is making sure you’re as comfortable as possible in this, probably the weirdest and most uncomfortable situation ever.

your fingers latch onto his wrist before he can get away, and he whips around with such a dumbfounded expression that you can’t help but laugh a little. “jun,” you repeat his name again, and this time it gets through to him and he pauses, eyes wide as he looks down at you.

“huh?”

“where are you going?”

“to…” he trails off, because he doesn’t actually know where he’s going, but his brain knows he has to do something. “uh, clean?”

you laugh. “god, i love you so much. just— c’mere.”

you tug on his wrist and he topples down onto you with a yelp, but you wrap your arms around him until he stops wiggling and just sits still against you.

your bodies are covered in sweat, sticking to each other as you hold him, but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt in what must be years. “what are you so nervous for?” you ask him with a soft chuckle, pushing his hair out of his forehead.

“because…” he pauses again and looks up at you, worry clouding his gaze. “because you’re so perfect. and i don’t wanna mess this up.”

“you’re not going to, jun. promise.” you exhale and stroke his hair again. “if anything, i’m the one that messed things up. i shouldn’t have found out about your… you know.”

“can i say that i’m glad you did, or is that weird?” he asks with a breathy giggle.

your cheeks flush with heat, but you can’t disagree. “i’m glad too,” you admit, and the dopey grin on his face makes up for all the awkwardness ten times over.

you exhale slowly, finally feeling your body return to normal. you dread standing up—you’re not even sure if you’d be able to, after that—but for now it feels good to just lay here with jun’s head on your chest.

“so what about your channel?”

“i’ll delete it,” he rushes to say. “whatever you want me to do. i don’t care— i don’t want it anymore. all i want is you.”

you tuck a lock of hair behind his ear with a smile, feeling your cheeks glow from his praise. “well, i don’t want you to do that. all your loyal viewers will miss out on seeing you doing more than just jerking off alone.”

he raises an eyebrow at you, trying to understand if you mean what he thinks you mean. “like…?”

“like letting them watch you fuck your girlfriend?” you finish for him tentatively. even after everything tonight you still have doubts that you’ve misread his intentions, that maybe this is just a one-time thing to him and you don’t mean as much to him as he means to you.

he studies your face carefully. “is that what you are?” he asks hesitantly.

you nod slightly, the shyness from earlier suddenly rushing back in at the possibility of being rejected. “unless you didn’t want me to be.”

he shakes his head so fast it nearly gives you whiplash. “no— please. i do. so bad.”

you break out into a smile, cupping his face in your cheeks and leaning in to kiss his forehead. he hums, and the vibrations are warm against your chest . “you could’ve just asked me. like, years ago. would have avoided all the awkwardness of…”

“of you finding out i’m a porn star?”

you giggle, and he thinks it’s the most adorable sight he’s ever seen. lying naked in your arms together, making you laugh. “i thought you said you weren’t.”

he grins. “not really. but it makes me sound cooler when you say it.”

“i think you’re cool anyway, jun.”

he shifts and leans forward to capture your lips in his again, his mouth slow and tender as he kisses you this time. “i never wanna stop kissing you.”

you rub your thumbs across his cheeks, watching his fond expression that you know must be mirrored with your own. “then don’t.”

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jjonglemons · 3 months ago

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Bake Me

Summary: things get a little steamy in jongho's kitchen.

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: a bit of degradation, dom!jongho, choking, food involved (kind of), oral, fingering, some manhandling, unprotected sex (don't do this), female anatomy

"And..... done!" Jongho wiped away the sweat pooling above his brows. He had been working overtime in the bakery for the past week. A big catering order for a very important client was coming up, so all hands were needed on deck. He had agreed to stay late and close the shop alone until the event prep was done.

Jongho carefully placed the assorted pastries into the fridge, making sure not to drop anything.

"Finally done?" You exclaimed, popping your head around the corner. As a staff member with the catering company, you were asked to oversee the bakery throughout the week to make sure things were staying on track. You were also a baker yourself, being there to offer an extra hand if needed. Unfortunately, that meant you also had to stay until everything was closed up, which meant it had been just you and Jongho in the evenings since the week started.

"Yes," Jongho sighed heavily, taking a seat at the table. He dropped his head onto the marble surface, feeling the cool touch on his face. "Feels good to be done, I'm exhausted."

"I bet," you smiled lightly, taking the empty seat beside him. You had met Jongho briefly a few times in the past when you were asked to supervise, but this is the first time you actually spent a decent amount of time in his presence. You couldn't help but notice the way his bangs swept across his face, how his nose scrunched in focus, and the little sounds of frustration he'd make when things weren't going his way. You'd be lying if these small moments, and the conversations you exchanged, didn't pique your interest. He seemed like a really sweet guy, and my god, was he one of the most handsome one's you had ever met.

Admittedly, you'd fantasized about him during your regular routine of self-pleasure during the week and wanted to know more.... To discover his body. Thinking about it made you shiver with desire.

"How have you been?" Jongho suddenly interrupted your thoughts, "I know you've been running around a lot trying to make sure things are okay."

"Could be better, but I'm hanging in there. Neither side of this job is easy," you said.

"Tell me about it," he stretched himself out in the chair, "but we've finally reached the end of agony!" The two of you shared a laugh before he offered you something to drink. "Do you want water or anything?"

You nodded. "Sure, water is good, thank you."

He gave you a small nodded and stood up to walk over to the fridge. You watched the way his body swayed, how his muscles flexed. You were lost in thought until you heard an indescribable sound snap you out of it. You looked up and noticed the giant bag of flour on the shelf above the fridge was about to slip off the edge. When Jongho opened the fridge, it must have bumped the wall slightly.

"Jongho!" You yelled, throwing yourself off quickly from the chair and running over to where he was standing to catch it, "Watch your head!" He gave you a confused look before you two suddenly ended up on the floor, flour everywhere. "Are you okay?" You asked.

He let out a cough, trying to swat away the flour that was filling the air. It was hard to breathe, feeling a bit like you were caught in smoke. "Yeah," he said, his voice sounding rough, "are you?"

You nodded, trying to gain your balance again so you could get up. You both paused for a moment when you realized how you were positioned. You were straddling him on the floor, your hand nearly on the crotch of his pants. You looked down to notice the center button of your shirt had popped open during the fall and your lacey, black bra was now slightly visible. "Um," you cleared your throat, "let me get up."

You felt Jongho's hand grip your wrist, keeping you from being able to stand up. "Wait," he said, looking you up and down, "I don't.... mind staying like this for a minute."

You gulped, your heartbeat increasing in speed as you looked back at him. You tried to relax, but it was extremely hard to do so. To be this close to Jongho, touching him.... All you wanted to do was grab him by the collar and stick your tongue down his throat. It wasn't enough to just be sitting like this.

"You have such beautiful eyes," he said, "I never noticed before." He rested one hand on your cheek and propped himself up on his free elbow so you two were now face to face. "And your lips....." he trailed off, stopping himself from saying more.

No, don't stop. Say more. Please. You thought.

"Jongho," you said softly, so much so that it came out as nearly a whisper, "can I, um.... fuck, how do I say this?" He looked at you with concern, but didn't say a word as he waited patiently for you to finish. You've always been one to easily articulate your feelings, but for some reason, it was harder with Jongho. Whenever you were on a date or in the club, you'd be direct if you wanted to makeout, fuck, leave - anything, you name it. "I-" you started again, closing your eyes to take a deep and mustering up the courage to finish speaking, "I want to fuck you. Right now."

Jongho's eyes widened, and he wasted no time before slamming his lips onto yours. He moved the arm that was holding your face to now wrap around your waist, pushing himself up off the ground with the other. Just by looking at him you could tell he was strong, but damn? From a seated position with no support? Fuck.

He placed you gently, yet somehow roughly, onto the counter. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You couldn't be close enough. Wetness began to form in your panties as his thighs rested between your legs, standing dangerously close to your heated core. He gripped your thighs, letting out a soft growl. That got you going even more, causing you to bite down on his lip. He groaned again.

Jongho began kissing your chin, making his way down to your collarbone and leaving sweet bruises all over. "Fuck," you moaned, pulling at his hair. His kisses moved lower and lower until he reached your waistband.

"Can I?" He asked politely, anticipation dripping from his tongue. His low voice was so sexy, you could get off just from him speaking to you like that. You nodded, and he swiftly unbuttoned and pulled them down so all you were left in was your black thong and white blouse. You began unbuttoning your top to speed things up. You were so hungry for him you couldn't wait any longer.

As your blouse slipped off of your back, you felt his fingers push aside your panties, his tongue entering you. You arched your back, gripping at the edges of the counter. He nibbled slightly with his teeth resting outside of your hole, sending a new wave of pleasure through your body. "Jongho," you moaned, throwing yourself back so aggressively you almost pushed yourself off the countertop. Jongho's strong, continuous grip on your thighs kept you steady in place, and your jerking motion only cause his tongue to move deeper, hitting your g-spot. You yelped in euphoric bliss, reaching up to play with your breasts as he continued to eat you out. "I think I might-"

He pulled away, knowing exactly what those words meant. He didn't want you coming just yet, and as annoyed as you were with the sudden loss of pleasure, you didn't want to, either. You still needed his cock inside of you. His arms around your throat. Him calling you a slut.

He stood up from his kneeling position, removing all of his clothing quickly. He leaned in to kiss you again, sucking at your tongue as he placed his fingers on your back to unclip your bra, you allowing it to slide down your arms and onto the floor. He gripped your waist, pulling you forward to position you right where he wanted for access.

"Fuck me, already," you begged between kisses.

Jongho laughed, "So impatient," before slamming into you.

Despite how big he was, you adjusted quickly. He kept a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow. You could feel the veins of his cock rubbing against your g-spot, your pussy becoming wetter with each thrust. You moved one hand down to your clit and began rubbing, slowly. "Mmmm," you hummed, biting your lip as you looked straight into his eyes.

You could hear his breath hitch in his throat as he slightly picked up the pace. "Fuck, that's so hot, baby," he moaned, not breaking eye contact. His eyes darkened as your moans got louder.

"Jongho, babe, I need you to fuck me like a slut."

He gritted his teeth, lifting one of his hands from your waist to latch onto your throat. "Oh?" he snickered, beginning to pound your pussy into oblivion, "is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll show you how much of a slut you are."

You didn't think he could fuck you any faster and harder, but indeed, he did. You were nearly screaming, tears forming in the corner of your eyes with close to an unbearable amount of pleasure and pain seeping through every fiber of your body. "FUCK!" You rubbed your clit faster as Jongho continued to fuck you hard, tightening his grip around your neck.

"That's it, baby, just like that. Such a dirty little slut." He hissed.

You felt Jongho was nearing his climax, as were you, when all of a sudden he picked you up, placed you onto your feet, turned you around, and slammed your chest up against the fridge before immediately returning to fucking the shit out of you. You have no idea how he managed to do all of that in under five seconds, but it just brought you closer to the edge, the way he man-handled you. He pulled your hair back and bit your neck, growling. "Is this what you wanted, my pretty little slut, huh?"

"Yes!" You screamed, your eyes beginning to roll back, palm pressed firmly against your clit.

"I don't think I want you coming with your hand," he demanded, swatting yours away so he could replace it with his. "You've been enough of a slut, so it's my turn to make you come for me," his voice was low and full of lust, his cock continuing to fill up your juicy pussy. "I want to hear you scream, baby."

You let yourself go, screaming louder than you ever have, your liquids dripping down between your thighs and onto the floor. "Jongho, Jongho, Jongho!" You said his name repeatedly. Jongho grunted loudly along with your screams as he reached his peak, filling you up with his load. The two of you breathed heavily, legs feeling like jelly. You had to let yourselves just slide onto the floor for a moment. You sat there, arms around each other, Jongho peppering gentle kisses on the top of your head as you both came down from your highs.

When you came to, you realized how much of a mess you were. You were covered in flour again, so lost in your steaming sex session that you both forgot about the incident that led up to it.

"So, now what?" You asked, sighing a bit at the work that still need to be done.

"We clean, fuck, clean, then fuck again." Jongho winked.

This was going to be a long, tiring, and exiting night.

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thatstheproblemwithnapkinman · 6 months ago

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something that kind of annoys me is when peoiple genuinely criticise tom taylor's nightwing run by saying "dick is so out of character in those 2 issues where he gets the shit beaten out of him and then falls through his window"

that is taken out of the context of dick recovering from a traumatic brain injury so yeah he's going to be off balance after being whacked in the head MULTIPLE TIMES what are you talking about?!?!

it's ok, just breathe

the panel for reference

Nightwing (2016) #83 pp. 12

don't believe me?

dick gets shot in the head just above his left ear, which you can see in both of these panels and in the cover for nightwing (2016) #50 (if you pretend if's a mirror image bc why is it on the right)

Batman (2016) #55 pp. 21 Nightwing (2016) #50 pp. 2

Nightwing (2016) #50 Cover

you can also see his brain scans in the same issue which nicely show the area of damage and literally list what happened

Nightwing (2016) #50 pp. 2

so he lost bone (skull), blood (obviously), brain tissue (we'll come back to this), cerebrospinal fluid (bc there was a whole in his head), and suffered from severe vascular swelling (we'll return here too)

so, what brain tissue did dick lose?

here's the very basic anatomy of the human brain

John Hopkins Medicine - https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/conditions-and-diseases/anatomy-of-the-brain (i drew the red circle)

now the ears sit just in front of the cerebellum, roughly somewhere around the red circle which lines up with the brain scan showing the damage is roughly in that notch where the temporal lobe and parietal lobe meet

the temporal lobe is involved with speech, rhythm, and short term memory

the parietal lobe is involved with pain and touch recognition, recognising objects, and oh would you look at that, spatial recognition

dick go shot in the part of the brain that tells the body where it is in relation to objects

no wonder he had a hard time fighting and trying to climb through windows, his coordination was all fucky

now the cerebellum is the part of the brain that affects balance BUT but but but we haven't talked about vascular swelling yet

vascular swelling is where the walls of the blood vessels swell (whodathunk) and this causes a reduction in the blood supply as they swell inwards

outward swelling with increase pressure on the brain which is not good either BUT this reduced blood flow = less oxygen to the brain = damage

there's a reason the symptoms of hypoxia pre-passing out are pretty much limited to your brain bc that's the organ that goes first

so with a decrease in bloodflow to his brain, there is a decent change damage was also done to every single part of his brain

now the blood supply does come in past the cerebellum so tbh there probably wouldn't be that much damage if at all however even with that it would explain how dick was still effected from getting shot

so having learned all that, lets take a look at issues 81 & 83 shall we

in #81...

Nightwing (2016) #81 pp. 5

he gets whacked in the head by heartless, someone with enhanced strength

Nightwing (2016) #81 pp. 12

he passes out because he's been whacked on the head near to where he was shot

Nightwing (2016) #81 pp. 13

this is nicely confirmed by babs

Nightwing (2016) #81 pp. 19

he gets pushed back whilst fighting and due to his injury induced lack of spatial awareness, he falls down the stairs

then in #83, after fighting blockbuster, almost getting shot again, and flying through a helicopter...

Nightwing (2016) #83 pp. 12

he falls through his window

so yeah, i do think this is reasonable for dick to do given he's recovering from a brain injury and has just been hit in the head and probably hit it whilst falling down the stairs

and if you've made it this far, i want to emphasise the 20 million valid reasons to criticise tom taylor's nightwing run, but this just isn't one of them

#this is so pointless but i just have to #brought to you by my in progress biochemistry degree #nightwing #dick grayson #ric grayson #tom taylor #tom taylor nightwing #dc comics #comics #sadies dick grayson

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aves-ery · 2 years ago

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Hands-On (You); W. Maximoff

pairing; professor/tutor!wanda x fem!student!reader

summary; your biology professor decides you need extra lessons on anatomy, you decide to give your lover (and also your professors colleague) a hands-on lesson to prove how much you know

warnings; smut 18+ only, unspecified age gap, teacher and student relationship, mommy kink (r also calls wanda momma a few times), pet names, cum-filled strap-on (w receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, degrading (if u squint), finger sucking, choking, boob fucking?, squirting, spitting, r being a tad aggressive at the end, basically just r being an absolute animal for wanda

you love your girlfriend, so much. so much it hurts. hurts when she barely looks at you while your standing in the doorway of her office while she chats away with mrs romanoff about you like you aren't there.

"no i totally understand. she should be taking your class more seriously. i'd be happy to help," wanda looked at you briefly, her previously red hair now dyed blonde, and a sly smile.

"thank you again wanda. like i said, i'd do it myself but i dont have time with everything going on." mrs romanoff stood up and wanda smiled.

"its never a problem. I'm always willing to help a friend," wanda looked at you finally, and smiled softly at you. something anyone else would brush off. not you, you know what that meant.

the second natasha had walked out, wanda shut the door and locked it tightly, turning towards you with her back on the door. "poor baby, struggling in a class," wanda walked towards you and cupped your sleepy face, "coulda just asked mommy for help, doll face." she smiled softly at you.

" 'M sorry, mommy. can i give you a kiss?" you asked politely, leaning your head into her hand.

"oh, baby you never have to ask," wanda kissed you deeply, and your mind went numb and kissed her back. wanda made you numb with touch, you were consumed by her. all you wanted to do was make your mommy feel good

her hands found their way to the curve of your back, and she pulled you in deeper. her brows scrunched and she pulled away, "so you have a problem with anatomy, huh?"

you felt dumbed down, especially for someone in medical school, but you didn't mind much. when she allowed you to turn your brain off and just focused on her was when you felt the most safe. wanda never made you feel stupid. you nodded at her, burying your face into her pale skin.

"alright, lets get you home, sleepy girl. you can take a nap and we'll start our lesson after," wanda kissed your forehead and scooped you up. she made sure to check the window facing the parking lot, glad it was basically empty. she knew there was always the risk that a student would catch you, but you had always made sure to hide yourself well.

wanda carried you out to the car, your legs wrapped around her waist and wanda holding you tightly. she set you in the passenger seat, kissing your lips and buckling you in. you almost fell asleep right there.

the drive home was a long 30 minutes, wanda's house being a decent distance from the city. it was a large house in the country, far away from anyone else. no one to be scared of here.

wanda had picked up your sleeping body, carrying you into the house. you stirred, your arms tightening around the back of her neck. "mh, welcome back sweets." wanda kissed your temple and set you on the kitchen counter. she had taken off her blazer, left only in a white tee and black slacks. "hungry?" she held up a box of noodles.

"mhh, no, id rather be eaten," you said, slowly unzipping your jacket, revealing the tanktop crop top you were wearing. it fit your breasts perfectly, they were covered in love bites, and your stomach was toned perfectly.

wanda stopped in her tracks, the noodles pouring out on the floor. you giggled softly and batted your eyes at her, stepping down from the countertop. you slid your jeans off your hips, now revealing the pretty pink lace panties you were wearing. you stepped closer to her, cupping her face with your pointer finger, "what have you told me about messes, mommy?'' you asked teasingly. wanda gasped, and fell to her knees to pick up the mess she made, throwing them back in the box.

she stayed there on her knees, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "well, why are you just sitting there? give me my lesson," you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into your cunt. "get to work, mommy."

wanda gasped, inhaling deeply and groaning. she slid your panties over with her finger and bit her lip. "your soaked already. i haven't done anything." wanda looked up at you.

"just thinking of you gets me worked up. please touch me. been like this all day," you said, tangling your hands into her blonde locks. wanda smiled before licking up your cunt. "oh, just like that baby,'' you closed your eyes and gasped.

she was eating you perfectly, licking your clit at just the right angle. you were riding her face, gasping for air constantly. like you were being drowned in pleasure. her tongue was thrusting into you and her nails gripping the back of your thighs.

"shit, mommy. youre so good. gonna fucking cum, shit," you threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. wanda looked up at you, sucking harder at the sight of you so blissed out. one of her hands trailed to your cunt, slipping two fingers inside. your knees buckled and you gripped the counter tightly.

the older woman picked you up by the back of your thighs and laid you on the counter. "gonna fuck you so well, baby." she said. her fingers curled nicely inside of you, hitting that spot each time. your legs started to shake.

"oh god, 'm cumming, mommy. just like that please don't stop. you're so good at that." you moaned into the room. your legs tightened around wandas head, and for a moment wanda thought this would be the best way to go out.

when you calmed down, wanda pulled away and slipped her fingers into your mouth. you smiled at her and sucked on them softly.

her fingers slipped out of your mouth with a 'pop' and you smirked at her. even though your legs were still trembling, you stood up and practically drug her to her bedroom.

you sat her on her large king-sized bed, and pulled her shirt off of her. her breasts were cupped by a red lacy bra. you groaned and took it off immediately.

your mouth left wet kisses all over her chest, quickly forming love bites everywhere you could. wandas hands were in your hair and she was a mess.

after her chest was covered, you pulled away and walked to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the bottom drawer, and shuffled through it. wanda rarely let you top, so you barely wore the strap. however, you definitely knew how to use it. you were gonna prove it to wanda.

you adjusted the straps to fit your hips perfectly before looking at your lover, "wanna make you feel so nice," you kissed her hip and looked at her lovestruck.

"oh baby. make mommy feel nice, mkay? use me how you please," she cupped your face and smiled down at you.

you shimmied up to her, giving her a loving kiss on her lips before lining up the strap with her entrance. you pushed your hips forward, gasping when the hilt of the strap brushed against your clit. wanda also let out a gasp, her eyes looking lovingly into yours.

you slid out of her, before slamming back in. wanda moaned, scratch your back. "fuck just like that, babygirl," wanda hissed. it only spurred you on, letting out a low growl and picking up the pace.

wanda's legs started to shake, and you grabbed her ankles, setting them on your shoulders. the blonde's eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan that sounded straight out of a porno.

"just wanna make you feel good, wanna make my momma feel nice," you said, your hand finding her neck. you applied just enough pressure to send wanda spiraling.

"oh fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum," wanda hissed, her legs trembling against your shoulders. you bit her ankle softly, and nodded.

she let go against you, and you were pushed out of her cunt as she squirted onto you. you let out a soft gasp, setting her thighs down and rubbing them softly.

wanda was still gasping for air, her eyes shut tight. you never had this happen before, at least you've never made wanda squirt. you felt a little proud, but quickly got up to grab a wet washcloth.

when you came back, wanda had sat up, her head tilted back and her legs still lightly trembling. you smiled up at her and washed her thighs. "you were so pretty, momma," you said, kissing her shoulder.

"you did great baby, 'm sorry you didn't finish again." she said softly, stroking your hair. you softly smiled and shook your head.

"its okay, you were amazing." you looked down at her thighs, catching a glimpse of her boobs. a rush of heat spilled down into your cunt, and you quickly looked away.

"i have an idea, c'mere," wanda pulled you up towards her, "now sit up on your knees," she said again. you obeyed and smiled down at her.

you watched as she cupped her own tits, brushing them down your strap. you let out a gasp, "oh god,"

"use me princess, cum all over me," she hissed. not even moments later, you were bucking your hips in between her boobs. desperate whines leaving your mouth

"wish I could actually feel you- bet your boobs feel so nice. already doing so much for me. you're so pretty, so so pretty, mommy. gonna cum," your hands tensed up and you couldn't move them. when you finally got the action back, you growled lowly and pinned her hands above her head. "stick your tongue out," you hissed.

"what?" wanda tilted her head, confused. you huffed in frustration and forced her mouth open, squeezing her jaw.

"so fuckin' dumb, just be quiet, lemme use you," you spit in her mouth after and wanda gasped. "cumming, get ready for my load, sweets," and after that moment you squeezed the hilt of the fake cock, fake cum spurting out as your orgasm washed over you.

you pulled away, flopping down on the bed and regaining your breath. "oh my god," wanda laughed.

you tilted your head and looked at her, "what?

"nothing. i just- i definitely need to let you top more often."

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #marvel #wanda x you #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x female reader

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pinkgy · 10 months ago

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Since Andrealphus just came out, could I request some nsfw headcanons for him and maybe also Raphael?

Hi!

Tysm for your request! I'm sorry for taking so long, when I got your request I was late with the event content, and I preferred to delay so I could read it well and make a decent post as accurate as possible. (I forgot to read the event story btw and I had writer's block related to Raphael so :)

𝗪𝗛𝗕 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

𝗣𝗧. 𝟭

GN! Reader + No mentions of Gender-Specific Anatomy.

I made a tiny headcanon with an M!Reader on Raphael's part, I don't know I just felt like it, I'm not used to this tho, it's probably going to be a last, I'm more comfortable writing for GN Reader and Fem Reader.

I'm sorry if I'm missing some canon hcs about Raphael, a certain someone (me) was unlucky with the seals and forgot to read the prologue of his Christmas card. If you could point out some of them I would be really grateful.

𝗖𝗪: Very brief mention of Andrealphus philia (Oculophilia), F!Reader, and M!Reader in Raphael's, but just one headcanon, Oral (M Receiving), Deepthroating, Squirting, a bit of blood play, fingering, nipple play, dirty talk, degradation.

𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗦

➜ He's dominant most of the time, he wouldn't complain if you want to take care of him, but still, he always likes to have some type of dominance over you.

➜ He is a very soft dom, the Andrealphus he shows to others and the one he shows to you are very different but don't be fooled, he can be a little bit of a bitch when he wants to, specially when you tease him

➜ He's not very vocal when he's with you, he might let out a few grunts, but that's as far as it goes. it's not that he holds back or anything, it's just that he likes to show how much he wants you in other ways.

➜But on the other hand, he doesn't shut his mouth when he talks dirty to you, Andrealphus loves to whisper in your ear everything he wants to do to you in detail while he is buried deep inside you, and in between sentences, he kisses and licks your neck.

➜ Andrealphus curses his blindness because he can't see the expressions you make when he's pleasuring you. He would die to have a glimpse of you when he makes you cum. But he settles for putting his fingers in your mouth and cupping your cheeks between his hands.

➜ I think it is perfectly clear that Andrealphus is very clingy with you, he can never stop touching you, for him it is directly impossible to cum if he is not touching you or is not close to you if you were to forbid him to do that by teasing him, he would get reeeeally needy, and if you were to prolong this "punishment", he might even be little more mean that usual with you.

➜ I see Andrealphus being into those positions where he gets to hold you, if he had to pick favorites, they would be full Nelson and Mating Press. He loves both of them for similar reasons, he gets to be very close to you, and his face is close to yours so he can clearly hear all your moans and tell you all kinds of dirty things.

➜ His go-to foreplay consists of sucking your nipples hard and biting them hard while he fingers you, especially in that position where you are sitting on his lap, with your legs wrapped around his torso, one hand holding your back and the other a mess about of your parts.

“Let me hear you pretty, every word you say and every sound you make, that just makes me want to fuck you harder”

𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟

➜ He's versatile, he doesn't lean either way, he enjoys having you reclining on a table with a vibrator inside you playing (torturing) with your most sensitive parts as much as having him tied to a bed gagged, with his body full of bites and scratches, and you overstimulating him for hours.

➜ Any sexual practice that includes making a mess of you or him gets him rock-hard, but his personal favorite has to be you cuming in his face.

Cis!M: Deepthroat him, don't cum in his throat, cum all over his face and then spread your seed all over it. Do that and he might cum in his pants untouched.

Cis!F: Raphael would even be grateful if you squirted in his face, you don't even have to take control, just let him eat you out until he's pleased and he'll become the happiest angel out there.

➜ If you're comfortable with it, he might draw a little blood out of your neck or your chest, and if you're not comfortable, he'll do it anyways and will excuse himself that it was an accident.

➜ Raphael is into being degraded, but he has a limit, if he notices that you are going a little too far with your words he will start to give them back to you in a more abrupt way, and until you are completely silent and with nothing more to say, he will not stop, he may also use other ways to make you shut up, putting his dick deep in your throat is usually the most efficient way for him.

➜ He's that type of person who gets aroused by pleasuring you and only you, he's into that humiliation that comes when he cums untouched. And to no one's surprise, the more you think you have power over him, the more Raphael has dominance over you, and as humiliated as he may appear to be, you are the one who is really humiliated.

➜ He's great at fingering, but he's a little bit of a bitch with it. Raphael is into edging, he hates being edged, but he loves doing that to you. And his favorite way to do it is with his hands. He knows perfectly well how to use them and he's very skilled. One of his favorite things to do is to push his fingers deep into your hole while with his other hand, he pinches your nipples hard or rubs your most sensitive parts.

➜ According to some math I did just now, he’s smaller than Michael and about the same size as Gabriel, Gabriel looks a bit girthier I believe. I would say that his dick fully erect could be approx 20 cm (7.8 inches), curves a bit upright and has a very pink tip, and flushes a lot when he’s about to cum, # 4011 UP. His tip is also very prominent and it stretches you slightly painfully when he enters you.

➜ Among the seraphim, Raphael is the one who has more stamina, he's one of those who once he starts it is difficult for him to stop, and at the beginning, it will be difficult to know how to satisfy him completely to not to be practically all day giving pleasure (or not) to each other. (he's one of those who may have cum seconds before, and his dick will still be erect)

“Don’t be a little bitch and stay still, didn’t you say I was being too rough with you ? If you can’t take my cock like an obedient slut then take my fingers the way I want you to”

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This is a part one ! I’ll be making some mini one shots based on this headcanons after I’m done with a rewuesy that I accidentally procrastinated.

The one shots are to compensate for taking so long with this :( I was supposed to post them today but I don’t know what happened to me while writing the Andrealphus one and I ended up making a one shot that was very fucked up, so I redoing it.

Hope you have an amazing day ♡♡♡

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb #what in hell is bad x reader #whb smut #whb andrealphus #whb raphael #whb andrealphus x reader #whb raphael x reader

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skele-bunny · 4 months ago

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Thinking about Phantom's first times.......... Rain/Phantom & Swiss/Phantom under cut

(Mild CW - Medium implications of past assault)

I'm a firm believer that Phantom never experienced like.. Genuine, consenting sex until he became Topside. Seeing the pack having sex in the open absolutely freaked him out cause their mind processes it as "Oh fuck, X is hurting Z." And would cry over it.

It took him a while to finally understand the difference, and eventually he had sex on his own terms. Phantom was the closest to Swiss, and trusted him the most, so ofc he asked Swiss to be his first.

Swiss made sure to go all out! Petals on the bed, warm oil massage, candles, even giving Phantom a nice bath beforehand with dinner together privately. The pack was well aware and they wanted to make sure everything went smooth, so they didn't intervene for the entire time like they usually might've with each other.

Phantom just adored it all. Swiss started fingering him and just kept constantly reassuring him, he knew they were nervous even if they didn't say it - their body was. He was slow and gentle with prep, not once saying something crude or teasing.

"You're doing so good, baby bat. You're so damn beautiful..."

Totally went down on his bug, too while fingering him. Licking his cock so professionally - Phantom was his pillow prince and he was gonna make sure they got nothing but special treatment, Phantom didn't have to do anything unless he wanted to.

And ffuucck just the idea of Phantom having to keep eye contact with Swiss as he pushes in bc he needs that reassurance of who's above him. Their thighs trembling but hands cupping Swiss' face to keep grounding himself. It's just so gentle, Swiss reassuring him over and over again, even stopping every now and then when Phantom's tears seemed to be getting too much.

"We can stop if you're in pain or don't want to do this."

Very fucking quickly met back with, "Don't stop, please don't stop... It feels so good, please. I promise I'm okay."

Phantom just loses their absolute mind and is just left a blabbering, moaning mess. Whining Swiss' name, claws dragging down his back before he gets knotted. Then Swiss is all over him again, kissing his face, rubbing his sides with even more praises. He tries to recommend a shower after, but Phantom just wants to cuddle, so they'll do just that.

Now with Rain? Completely different anatomy, completely different story.

He joined his first time in a pack orgy and somehow ended up between Rain's legs after Mountain, and he's just... Sitting there. The water ghoul is giving so many confused and needy trills, looking at Phantom desperately but also completely confused until he suddenly scampers away to the bathroom and Cirrus takes his place without thinking.

They find each other after and Rain is a bit in shambles. Signing a bit frantically, "Did I do something wrong? Do you not like me? It's okay if you do I just want to know." And on and on - even Phantom feels guilty at a point.

He confesses he's never topped before, he doesn't know how to really pleasure Rain. Sure, he can watch the others all day, but he still doesn't understand and doesn't want to do just random stuff. They're more experienced with Rain, he has no damn clue.

Rain just relaxes and can't help but laugh, and they agree to test it out together. They're gently touching one another, Rain having to pull back every now and then to sign to his mate on what to do.

"Just slow back and forth. You'll get more of me on a bit. This is just the foreplay."

Phantom is rubbing Rain through his underwear, but Rain is full on jerking the Quintessence off. It's confusing and feels so amazing. Then he finally becomes a real man (/silly) when Rain directs him on how to eat pussy. Phantom has a decent sized tongue, but still on the smaller side, making him get so face deep between Rain's folds to lick and swallow. His eyes still looking at Rain while he arches his back and is emptily moaning. Learns very quickly how to multitask his tongue and fingers, and it's very much worth it in his eyes.

"You're doing so good, please keep doing that."

Rain totally squirts on his face and Phantom is over the moon about it. He's just purring and trilling, laying his head on Rain's chest while the other combs through their hair - trying to come down from his high.

Eventually he's sat up and directed to push in. Rain doesn't tell Phantom this, but he laughs about it in private, because when they started pushing in their eyes rolled back so damn hard to the point their tail stood straight up. It was both adorable and hilarious.

Slowly thrusting, Phantom just has a semi-death grip on Rain, trying to keep himself still and robotic. He has to listen to Rain literally telling him to ease up and just do what feels most comfortable. Eventually getting into his own rhythm, back to leaning against Rain's chest as he fucks his cunt a bit sloppy but Rain is no where near complaining.

He's not focusing on getting deep like a certain earth and fire ghoul, and definitely not trying to fuck his brains out like a certain multi (not that he minds either of those three.) In fact, it almost reminds him of when he and Mountain are doing a scene for their pet play dynamic, and Mountain is just hunched over his chest and whining while humping into him.

Finally being nudged to lift his head up by Rain for a nice kiss, swallowing all of Phantom's high moans and desperate whines. When his own knot starts dragging, Rain encourages them to knot him - that he wants it. So, Phantom does. He knots someone for the very first time and is a crying mess. It feels so right and so warm - Rain feels so right and so warm. So wet and comfortable, just taking his entire load without an issue.

Rain bringing a hand down to his clit and asking Phantom to grind up for the friction so he can get off, and it's such a lovely sight when his head goes back, neck displayed and body stiffening as he cums again too.

Phantom just nuzzling down and slowly sucking on one of Rain's nipples; Rain thinking he's finally getting the hang of it, looks down and nope. Phantom is asleep doing it.

It takes everything in Rain not to have a cuteness overload, so he just tries to adjust Phantom's legs so he's still not on his knees and sore - rolling them to their side since they're still locked in. Rain is just purring, resting his head between Phantom's horns with his claws going through his hair. It is 10000% still a kit behavior, Phantom has a lot he still hasn't grown out of yet, but Rain honestly doesn't mind. It's comforting for him, too.

Honestly, both experiences open Phantom t a new world of pleasure and he adores it! Still confirms he's a bottom though. Rain doesn't mind - he loves power bottoming his mates. I mean have you SEEN Mountain??? Bro has no issues with letting Phantom be the bottom.

#ghost band #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #rabrev writing #nsfwriting #nsfwriting rambles #cw for implied past assault

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fiendishfables · 8 months ago

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hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

── ･｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

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apomaro-mellow · 11 months ago

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King&Prince 4

"Hey Eddie, what happens if you stick a finger up someone's ass?", Dustin asked.

Eddie choked on nothing and looked up from the map he'd been studying. He cleared his throat and flailed his hands at his young ward.

"The fuck Henderson?"

"I asked Steve about it once but he said he wouldn't tell me yet."

"Steve?!" Eddie got up while slamming his hands down. "As in the prince? As in the one I have locked away in the dungeon as we speak?"

"Yeah", Dustin replied, unbothered by the shadows shifting behind Eddie as his hair began to stand on end.

"I will say this in the simplest terms I can. Stay. Away. From Harrington."

Dustin put down the anatomy book he'd been reading. "But he's not dangerous. At least not while he's caged up. He's got pretty decent knowledge of how to hurt someone though."

"Oh I'm sure. He comes from a long line of people who live to hurt." Eddie moved from behind his desk, leaving the map behind. The fireplace was burning bright, the sun had set long ago and Eddie should have sent Dustin to bed by now, but he liked the company. "You know what his family has done."

"I do, but it's not like he's done it. He doesn't deserve to sleep in a shit hole just because his family is a bunch of assholes", Dustin said.

"And who's to say he isn't just as much of an asshole? Apples don't fall far from trees." Eddie moved to stare into the fire. He had been studying the map of his kingdom to think of ways to move his citizens and creatures. He didn't want to displace people, nor seem like he was conceding the border, but the Harringtons weren't giving him much of a choice.

"Can't you just give him some new clothes? He's literally starting to smell."

"I want you to stay out of the dungeons. You keep it up and I'll tell your mom that you're fraternizing with the enemy."

Dustin let out an offended scoff, upset that Eddie would go as far as tattling on him. Well, he had ways around that. Curious about the royal hostage, Dustin had intercepted the servant going to give him his meal and took over that task. But since Eddie told him he couldn't go anymore, Dustin got someone else instead.

Mike had to be bribed with a book, but he went and asked Steve what was worse, internal bleeding or dying of infection.

"Are you one of Dustin's friends?"

"Just answer the question so I can get outta here", Mike sighed.

"I'm not a doctor. I don't know which is worse. But infection is definitely more gross", Steve said. "Especially if it's on your-"

"On your what?", Mike pressed.

Steve considered how much of a pest Dustin was when he didn't get a straight answer and decided that having a conversation partner so he told Mike what he knew about infections while eating. Mike's jaw never left the floor.

"Eddie was wrong about you. You're so-!" Mike stopped short when Steve looked up at him. "You're uh, you're fine, I guess. Do you know a lot about gross stuff like that?"

"I don't know about a lot. I know a thing or two", Steve shrugged. That name came up again, Eddie. Steve was almost interested enough to ask about him but figured he was probably just someone else in the castle that hung out with these kids. And apparently he was someone they looked up to.

From then on, he had a rotation of visitors to bring him food. Dustin was still around, and he'd met Mike. But now there was also Lucas, who mostly asked about the fighting techniques Steve knew about. He also met Will, who usually came with a list of questions Dustin had but also asked about his kingdom in general. Something about the whole thing caught Steve off guard and he asked Dustin the next time he saw him.

"Does your king only employ children?"

"What? No, we don't get paid, but we should", Dustin rolled his eyes as he slid the food over. "We just live here. Lucas and Mike wanna be squires. And I-"

"Where are all the monsters?", Steve asked.

"You probably mean the demobeasts. They live outside, you know, like most animals." Dustin looked at him like he was stupid. It was a common expression on his face.

"They're not like, crawling around?", Steve hadn't even seen so much as a rat, even here in his cell.

"It's not a wild house", Dustin crossed his arms. "I brought one demodog into the castle and Eddie lost it just because it tore up some scrolls."

"You and this Eddie guy hang out a lot? How come you've never sent him down here?", Steve asked.

"He's pretty busy. Plus, he doesn't like you that much."

Steve didn't need to ask why. He was an enemy prince, after all. So far, only Dustin and his friends had shown him anything resembling kindness. Just a day ago, someone had been sent to 'clean' him. Which was really just tossing a bucket of cold water at him. And even those that knew him beyond his status weren't so loving and warm. It was why Steve wasn't surprised that his family had yet to burst through the doors to save him.

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Alric had known long before he got a letter that his son had been taken and by whom. Steve's escorting party had returned much sooner than planned. Many of them injured, but none dead. They had reported to their king the events and just who was responsible. Still, Alric waited for the official word, just to see what that devil of a king wanted in exchange for his son.

It turned out to be a call to end his aggression and enter a truce. A call to discuss the details of the truce more in person. To sit at the same table as equals and figure out how to live harmoniously as neighbors.

He threw the letter into the fire.

Such terms were unthinkable, as was sending a reply of any kind. Alric would allow his silence to do the talking.

When it went on week three without any sort of word, Eddie called his council to discuss.

"What does it mean when a king doesn't care about his prince?", Eddie had asked.

"It's got to be a ploy", Nancy said. "He wouldn't abandon his only son."

"Unless he was some sort of disgrace", Jeff said. "But then again, something like that would have hit the rumor mill already."

"How can a prince be disgraced? They get away with everything", Robin commented.

Eddie was pacing around the table in the council room. "The point is, dear old dad doesn't seem to bothered with this. It's almost like he wants to be rid of him."

"So what do we do?", Jeff asked.

"We need a clearer picture", Nancy said.

"Clearer picture...", Eddie mused, pausing in his pacing. Then he let out a very loud, every exaggerated groan while bending so far backwards his head almost touched the floor. "Time to visit my favorite hostage."

Part 6

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blueskittlesart · 1 year ago

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What advice would you give beginner artists?

it's fine to want to do more stylized art, but nothing will help you improve quickly like studying from life. even if you want to draw very stylized figures, life drawing is still going to help you understand how the human body works and then you can build your stylization off of that understanding. I also recommend studying specifically things you're looking to improve--if you feel like your poses aren't dynamic, ask your model to do some quick (1-2 min) dynamic poses and work on getting the gesture down. if you're looking for anatomy, ask for longer, more static poses and really study the contours of the body. this also applies for portraiture and character art--my expressions and facial structure improved like CRAZY when i started doing portrait studies from life! (note: i know live model sessions aren't accessible for everyone. i'm a huge advocate for nude models, if you can find a studio nearby that's affordable to you that offers sessions, that's the best you're gonna get. however, there are sites that will give you photos of nude models to draw from, too, or you can even just ask friends or family to pose for you when they aren't busy, that's what i did before i started getting model sessions from my school!)

materials are not everything but sometimes a good material can make a difference. it's important to know what's worth it and what isn't for your skill level. invest in some decent-quality supplies or a good art program, but understand that you're still going to need to work to understand your materials and use them to their fullest potential. (if you're a digital artist buy csp. trust me on this. get it on sale. it will change your life. also do not fucking use photoshop)

tracing is ok. listen to me. TRACING. IS. OK. tracing is how you learn. don't trace other people's art and pass it off as your own, obviously, but there is literally no problem with tracing real-life reference photos. I routinely trace references for backgrounds and the like. there is no reason for you to kill yourself trying to make complex perspective and shit up from your head when you can very easily just overlay a photo and get what you need.

in that same vein, USE REFERENCE PHOTOS. find pics online or take pics of yourself and USE THEM to see how your poses work. it makes it SO SO SO much easier. the understanding that you need to create a pose out of nowhere will come with time but you're not going to get that skill unless you have a foundation of understanding how the real human body works, and the easiest way to get that understanding is by copying photos of real people.

last but not least, there's generally a sort of 'rulebook' that new artists are expected to go by, especially online, when it comes to digital art. when i was first learning, it was all about lineart and cell shading, two things that I didn't really like. Nowadays it seems to be all about rendering. the single most important thing i can tell you is if it sucks you don't have to do it. if you hate lineart just color your sketches. if you hate shading don't shade, or find a different way to shade that you enjoy more. if rendering is annoying or difficult for you DON'T BOTHER!! art is supposed to be fun. if part of your process is annoying or upsetting to you, cut it the fuck out. don't torture yourself just to do art the "right" way. i guarantee your art will look better when you're having fun making it anyway!

#asks #ALSO don't go in expecting to monetize your social media presence/go viral as an artist. make art for YOU and make what you want to make.#if your art has passion behind it then attention will come naturally!

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leclerc-s · 6 months ago

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the blonde bitch always with them

series masterlist

arthur leclerc how do i kick someone out of my apartment nicely?

arthur leclerc asking for a friend..

max jones-verstappen you don't... just own it.

daphne jones-ricciardo coming from the man who is cuddling my husband you have no say.

zoya torres LMAOOOO!!! SUCKS TO SUCK LECLERC!!!!

arthur leclerc SHUT UP ZOYA! THIS IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!

dulce perez he's going through a break-up arthur. leave him alone.

dulce perez HE ALSO LIVES WITH US!!

ollie bearman that's a dick move arthur.

arthur leclerc he's been going through break-ups ever two days. he's literally just watching grey's anatomy.

isabella perez to be fair, that's a very valid reason.

oscar piastri you cried yesterday when you find out that daphne did a mashup of is it over now? and out of the woods.

bailey winters also very valid

dulce perez louis said, 'how am i supposed to move on after mark and lexie's death? i am in pain and also suffering arthur!"

daphne jones-ricciardo that is a very valid excuse arthur. leave the boy alone arthur.

arthur leclerc why can't my third wheel be like joris? why do i have to get stuck with the blonde guy?

pato o'ward not everyone can have a joris arthur. sucks for you.

arthur leclerc i hope isa crashes your next date patricio. gael perez now why would you wish that on me?

fernando alonso pobrecito.

arthur leclerc SEB! HE'S BEING MEAN!

fernando alonso snitch.

sebastian vettel fernando be nice to the poor boy. can't you see he's suffering?

arthur leclerc all of you are fake. so fake.

dulce perez wow. some men just have the audacity.

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dulceperez baking is a task that is taking very seriously in the perez-leclerc-graham household

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olivia.johnson this basically confirms it to me that louis is dulce and arthur's child

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↳ louis_graham they feed me, i live with them, i go to races with them. i am their child.

↳ arthur_leclerc you live with us and not because it was my choice.

↳ louis_graham BECAUSE I LIVED THERE FIRST LECLERC! YOU MOVED INTO OUR APARTMENT BITCH!

marcus_42 love how neither one of you is making the same thing

↳ dulceperez everyone had different cravings...

babs.rodriguez hey siri, what do i do when my friends have once again forgotten my existance?

↳ dulceperez you said, 'you don't want me baking. it'll be worse than charles' poor excuse of a dish when he attempts to cook.'

↳ arthur_leclerc then you said, 'i'll eat whatever you people make. except for arthur's. i don't trust a leclerc, except mama leclerc, when it comes to food.'

↳ louis_graham and you proceeded to judge us as if you were gordon ramsay.

↳ charles_leclerc catching strays from the strays dulce brought in 🙄

isabellaperez no invite?

↳ dulceperez you were hanging out with your boyfriend and your 'sons'

↳ olliebearman no invite?

↳ oscarpiastri no invite?

↳ dulceperez and watch you two flirt with arthur? please, i already have louis to do that.

schecoperez el apartamento esta bien? no lo quemaron? is the apartment okay? you didn't burn it down?

↳ dulceperez todo bien tio! arthur tuvo supervisión! all good uncle! arthur had supervision.

↳ arthur_leclerc charles lacks talent in the kitchen. i am a decent baker.

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😴❤️ some get me away from these two. i live with this now i have to deal with this shit in public? about to beat all these bitches during game night.

dulce perez never trust a word arthur leclerc says.

isabella perez in the words of the great kendrick lamar, 'you a bitch and a liar too'

gael perez it's habitual liar isa.

isabella perez no fucking way i've been singing that part wrong.

arthur leclerc that picture is false! i don't like that man. can't stand his fake ass.

daphne jones-ricciardo lying is not good arthur.

ollie bearman caught them cuddling after game night on saturday.

fernando alonso i caught them cuddling after bahrain.

lewis hamilton could've fooled me if you asked me if they were dating.

max jones-verstappen toto circa 2014 about nico and lewis. rhys jones gp circa 2018 about daniel and max

oscar piastri arthur's in love and not with dulce.

arthur leclerc i can't stand you either.

logan sargeant now that's a lie. you were literally asking him for a kiss on new year's.

bailey winters mr. steal you boy over here.

arthur leclerc LIARS! ALL OF YOU LIARS!!

dulce perez admit you like him!

arthur leclerc lying is not good!

carlos sainz cuando le conviene (when it's convenient)

penelope trevino when you stop ditching me for lando then you can talk.

carlos sainz I SAID SORRY!! bailey winters and why is that we're still getting ditched?

sebastian vettel boys..we talked about this.

lando norris we're trying really hard seb.

dulce perez AS I WAS SAYING!!! NEVER TRUST A WORD ARTHUR LECLERC SAYS!! HE'S A BIG FAT LIAR!!

dulce perez he ditched me this morning to get breakfast with louis.

pato o'ward no mames wey.

arthur leclerc i left to get breakfast and louis followed me.

gael perez wow. i'm telling tio checo.

arthur leclerc DO NOT SNITCH ME OUT! I DIDN'T COMMIT ANY CRIMES!!

isabella perez snitch him out!! through him in the slammer!!

arthur leclerc if i die just know it was their fault.

charles leclerc you deserve it for what you did earlier.

natalia ruiz but did they lie?

charles leclerc 🙄 🙄 🙄

daniel jones-ricciardo i hope you enjoy the couch buddy.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! no one act surprised that i disappeared for two days and came back to post this randomly. i have no posting schedule and even if i did i probably wouldn't be able to stick to it.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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celestiaras · 3 days ago

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Can i req a ILUNA x Artist Fem! Reader

Where reader sketches and draws alot of the ILUNA members and one day they see her sketchpad just full of drawings of them

*Bonus points if they find any spicy or suggestive drawings of them*

Sincerely ILUNALOVER1000 anon 🌈

ft. maria marionette, kyo kaneko, aia amare, aster arcadia, scarle yonaguni, ren zotto (separate) x gn! reader — iluna, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ reacting to your suggestive art of them┊0.5k words

contains: mentions of suggestive art obviously, ren’s alien anatomy

➤ author's note: i couldn’t really think of unique reactions to the reader being an artist because they would all be so supportive? it’s very short and sweet so feel free to send in a different request :)

maria marionette is surprised. even if she wears cute, girlish clothes, she’ll be the first to admit that her body type is a straight rectangle without curves of any sort. it hasn’t really been an insecurity of hers, but it made her think it wasn’t really possible to draw or photograph her in a desirable light when she’s just too cute so she really appreciates your art showing herself in a different perspective.

kyo kaneko is flabbergasted. his jaw remains unhinged as he stares at the pages in some strange mixture of disgust and fascination, eyes moving from you and the sketches at a cartoonish pace. he’s not completely against it, but you’re really using him as a reference for anatomy practice? him? the crayola twink with an ass flatter than paper? he’ll probably tell you to stop drawing him naked and put your skills towards commissions instead because he knows you could make a decent amount of money with your talents.

aia amare is amused. she’ll cut them out or at least copy them to hang up in her room, probably at her desk area where she works. it’s nothing too strange to her, she’s probably drawn you in suggestive poses as well— hell, she’s probably drawn you heavily pregnant with her child as a joke regardless if you are male or female. if you want, she’ll even give you advice on how to improve your anatomy and claim you draw her tits too small.

aster arcadia is flustered. his pale face is comically red from the tip of his nose to the shell of his ears, yet he still won’t let you pull it away from him as he flips through the pages. the type to run around and jump onto furniture to prevent you from taking back the sketchbook, he just wants to keep staring at them because he’s in awe of the way you managed to capture his androgyny.

scarle yonaguni is flattered. a mix of aia and aster’s reactions, she’ll also want to keep her own copies of your drawings of her and will play a lengthy game of keep-away because she isn’t ready to part with them yet. she’ll hang them in her bedroom as a reminder of how sexy she is in your eyes, giving her a confidence boost every morning when she wakes up. will offer to do nude modeling for you, but if you actually take her up on her offer, she’ll end up getting too embarrassed and antsy to stay still in such a vulnerable state under your gaze.

ren zotto is nonchalant. he’s the most normal about it all, probably didn’t even register what you were doing until he noticed you acting strange about it so he did a double-take. will point at the paper and say something like “my dick doesn’t look at like, that— i thought you out of anyone would know that” with his iconic fuckboy laugh as you sputter that it was just a sketch and you weren’t done yet.

#📜. her works #maria marionette #maria marionette x reader #kyo kaneko #kyo kaneko x reader #aia amare #aia amare x reader #aster arcadia #aster arcadia x reader #scarle yonaguni #scarle yonaguni x reader #ren zotto #ren zotto x reader #iluna #iluna x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en

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chilewithcarnage · 10 months ago

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I, a very white and somewhat privileged person, am absolutely terrified to draw colored people. Because I don’t know if I’d cross the thin line of tasteful and authentic or racist and stereotypical…

Lol for starters don't refer to us as coloured people. This ain't 1955. Secondly my best advice to you is to use references of actual people of color. I would highly recommend staying away from those white men art station youtuber type artists for tutorials because they get a majority of their techniques and style from main stream video games and comic books, which to put it nicely don't have the best reputation for representing women and poc. tangent over, so yeah references. real life photographs of brown and black people.

pinterest is a site that a lot of current, especially younger artists like to use, but in all honesty it's not a very good source for someone trying to learn the fundamentals. it'll mainly show you 20 something year old ig and twitter models which is okay if you wanna just draw pretty people; but not the best if you wanna like I said learn fundamentals + have a portfolio that's varied. also it's rife with ai shit and stolen art, so yeah would only recommend that as an initial starting point/using it to make your own personal board for your saved images.

stock photo sites are my go to for refs. getty images, istock, alamy, etc. a simple right click save image or screenshot will work to get the images you want for free. of course there will be the watermarks, but they're honestly a very small issue to bypass. as long as they're not opaque and nearly covering the entire subject; you're good. a nice thing about stock photo sites is they usually give you the option to filter the image search results. say for instance you want to draw an elderly asian woman cooking or a young black man painting a picture or an indigenous child playing with dolls. you can look up certain terms you want in the search bar & specify gender, age and ethnicity to narrow down your search to what you want.

another awesome place for references i discovered during college is posespace.com

like with getty images, it gives you the option to filter your searches. they also have their models in clothed or nude shoots in the event that you want to practice some bare bones anatomy.

also also, get your info from artists of color. there's a decent amount of tutorials ive found over the years on here and youtube on coloring skintones, drawing certain hair types, how to avoid caricatures and stereotyping, different facial features, cultural hairstyles. the list goes on. don't be afraid to depict people outside of your race. literally just go about drawing us the same way you would a white person. don't be scared, as long as you remain respectful and make an honest effort to learn; you'll do fine.

resource links by and from artists of color:

'how i draw south + southeast asian people'

an example of what to avoid when stylizing east asian characters

'drawing asian people, source: i'm asian'

'lessons from drawing I: what is asian anyways?'

'how to draw indians'

'how to draw arabs'

'How I draw skin Part 2: DON”T DRAW NATIVE PEOPLE WITH RED SKIN!!!! A tutorial' (the link to the first part of this tutorial is broken sorry)

How to Draw Native People: a Tutorial/Reference Guide

How to Draw Black People by peachdeluxe

tips for drawing black people by rosheruu

drawing east asian faces by chuwenjie

how to draw black people series by Artistik Freedom (youtube)

✏️How I draw black hairstyles (simple) 🌱 by Likelihood Art (youtube)

there's also a bunch of black and brown artists on twitter and tiktok, so checking those sites for tutorials would be a good additional resource

good luck on your illustrating melanin endeavors 👍🏾

#anonymous ask hour #sorry for the late reply it took a while to compile all these links #art resources #long post

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queer-irritator · 2 years ago

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The Best Part... |Kratos x Fem Reader | Oneshot

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Content Warnings: Detailed sex, just a lot of smut, adult language.

Word Count: 3386

No gendered language, but afab anatomy briefly described.

A/N: Since my main fic I’m writing is a slow burn, and I am so down bad for this baldy, I cranked this out. It’s my first time writing smut, so let me know if I fucked anything up, or if you thought it was good/decent!

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You were laying down with the cold, hard earth beneath you. You could feel the warm heat of the fire about a foot away from you, it was keeping you comfortable. You were staring at the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, your partner, Kratos. You had first met him two years ago, he had saved your life from a horde of draugr. Ever since you first laid eyes on his grumpy face, you were smitten. Of course, Kratos took a while to warm up to you. You slowly gained his trust, getting short answers instead of annoyed grunts. Then before you knew it he was telling you about his past. Seeing him be vulnerable was a rare sight, but a welcomed one. You can remember the look of disgust and self-hatred etched across his face when he had revealed that he was a god, and the mistakes he had made. All you could do in that moment was hold him as close as you could, hoping your actions could communicate what your words couldn’t. That was the night you told Kratos you loved him. Luckily, your actions had done what your words couldn’t. That was also the first night you had slept with Kratos. Which is what you were thinking about at this very moment. The golden glow of the fire accentuated his body, especially since he had taken off his armor for the night. “You are staring.” Kratos spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. He was cleaning some clothing, which he hadn’t broken his attention from. “I have a lot to stare at.” You retorted, shifting from laying on your back to on your side. You got a classic Kratos grunt in response. Sometimes you didn’t know if he was truly oblivious to your flirting, or if he just loved playing hard to get. You sat up fully, wiping some dirt off your hands. You were trying to decide how to best get his attention. Mimir was perched on a log-turned-bench across from Kratos, but he had seen much worse than your flirting. You looked to the sky to check the position of the moon. A bit early for Atreus to be asleep… but he had become invested in reading all he could about Gaia ever since Kratos had shared a story about her the other night. He’s spent every free second with his nose buried in a book, you basically had to yell his name to get his attention when he’s just sitting a foot away from you. You formed a decent idea to get Kratos to stop trying to get blood stains out of furs. You stood up and walked up behind Kratos, resting a hand on his bare shoulder, you peered over his head to see if he had made any progress cleaning. He hadn’t. “Love,” you started, “I can take care of that tomorrow. We don’t even have the right ingredients to get that out at the moment.” Kratos stopped scrubbing at the stain with a sigh. He didn’t like leaving chores for you to take care of. But you were right, he’d been scrubbing for five minutes straight and the stain had just gotten larger. “Fine.” Kratos reluctantly gave up and dropped the fur and the rag in his hands. You smiled, he was very slowly allowing you to take care of a few things around the house without too much resistance. You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely and rested your cheek on his shoulder. Kratos turned his head slightly to look at you. He never knew if your antics meant you wanted to be held, or fucked… or both. So, he never initiated sex, no matter how many times you told him it was more than okay to do so. But his heart beat never failed to increase when you were this close to him. You quickly gave up waiting for Kratos to make the first move, so you closed the gap between the two of you, kissing him softly. Mimir also never knew what your actions would lead to, so he was mentally preparing himself for the worst, and focused harder on reading the book propped in front of him. You shifted to straddle the log bench Kratos was sitting on, not breaking your kiss, but deepening it. Kratos had felt his stomach do a flip, he knew what you wanted. He turned his body so it was facing you more now and rested one of his hands on the small of your back. You left one of your hands on his shoulder that was closest to you, and slowly began to migrate your other hand to his chest. You parted your lips, inviting Kratos into your mouth. He gladly accepted, dipping his tongue into your mouth and cupping the side of your face. You moaned softly into his mouth and glided your hand down his abdomen. You could feel how aroused and how wet you were getting, this man did things to you that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. Your kisses were becoming more open-mouthed and sloppy, taking millisecond breaks to breathe before connecting once again. You moved your hand down further, resting it on the upper inside of his thigh, very close to his crotch. “Mmh.” Kratos grunted and broke off your make-out sesh. “What..?” You questioned him, starting to pull your hand away from his thigh. “Not that.” He assured you. “The head.” he turned his head to Mimir. “Oi, don’t mind me brother. Had to endure this hundreds of times before, what’s one more time?” Mimir truly didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t too loud or distracting from his book. Kratos grunted, annoyed. He made a mental note to survey the area for Mimir more often… “hundreds of time?” he thought. But for now he grabbed a nearby shirt he had been meaning to clean and tossed it over Mimir. He didn’t want to risk endless jokes about his genitals, but mostly he didn’t want anyone else to see you naked. You slid your hand back up Kratos’ thigh and began to kiss his neck, with his head turned, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You felt Kratos’ fingertips grip onto you a little bit tighter. It encouraged you to scoot even closer to him and place a hand on the back of his head, you settled on a spot near his collarbone to begin to suck and gently bite at his skin. Kratos let out a soft, quiet moan into your ear. You moved your hand over his crotch and began to rub him slowly through his pants, kissing and sucking at little spots going up his neck. He began to rub your waist, wanting to turn the focus more to you than him now. “Lay down.” Kratos instructed you softly. You detached yourself from his neck, feeling a little proud of the marks you’ve made on such a strong, stoic man. You obeyed his instructions and moved off the log, threw a blanket on the dirt and then laid on top of it, starting to take off your pants. Kratos had his knees on either side of your legs and took over for you, slowly pulling down your pants and underwear. You propped yourself up on your elbows slightly, watching every move Kratos was making. He quickly moved to help you take off your shirt as well. After he had considerately put your clothing on top of the log instead of the ground, he was hovering over you and kissed you in the middle of your chest sweetly. You smiled to yourself, every action he made with you was so gentle and loving. You used one hand to rub his shoulder. Kratos began kissing you all the way down to your lower stomach, you were very happy about where this was going and your eyes were glued to the man on top of you. He left one last kiss above your pubic bone and shifted your legs so that they were over his shoulders. With his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him and dove right in. It took everything in you not to let out a loud moan, but you were breathing heavy. Kratos started by licking you all over, he loved how you tasted and how wet you would get from just kissing him. He moved one hand to rest on your stomach and used the other to spread you open even more. He created the perfect amount of suction around your clit and used his tongue to add even more friction. “Fuck.” You moaned softly as you let your head drop back and were grinding against his tongue. Kratos was not a fan of cursing, but when you said it, especially how you just did, it went straight to his dick. He pressed his face deeper into you and moved his mouth even faster. You gripped the fur of the blanket beneath you and began to arch your back, you had to bite your lip to muffle your moans. Kratos took your clit into his mouth and began to suck on it, and that’s all you needed. “Oh… fuck, Kratos!” You were trying to be as quiet as you could, but he made it so damn hard. You let out a moan as you reached your climax and tried to push yourself closer into Krato’s mouth, if that was possible. He began to slow down, trying to extend your orgasm for as long as he could, using the flat of his tongue to slowly stimulate you. He knew you were done when your entire body relaxed, he pulled his mouth away and gave your inner thigh a kiss. Your chest was heaving, completely out of breath, but you managed to look down at the Spartan. He carefully unhooked your legs from his shoulders and sat up on his knees as he stared down at you, your chest moving up and down, your cheeks still red from your orgasm and the mess your hair was starting to become, he loved it. He loved you. “Fuck.” You simply stated as you stared back at him, trying to translate your feelings into words. “Sorry, I know you don’t like that.” You apologized for your language as you sat up. “Mh..” Kratos grunted, debating if he should tell you how he feels about it. “It is fine when you say it.” he admitted. You smiled at him and brought your focus to his pants, working on taking off his belt, “Really?” You questioned him, not fully believing him. “Yes.” he assured you. You got his belt off and set it aside, you rubbed his hips and looked up at him, “You know… I only say that when I’m left speechless.” You slid down his pants and watched his very erect dick spring free. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, its size and girth was always a little intimidating. Your words fed into the god’s ego a little bit, “Mhhh…” He hummed, almost like he was surprised to learn that information about you. He watched as you stroked him slowly before licking a line from the base of his cock to the tip and ran your tongue over the slit. You heard Kratos let out a pleased grunt before you took as much of him as you could into your mouth and began to suck him off, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Kratos’ heartbeat was picking up speed, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, careful not to push you further into his cock. He rested his hand on your cheek and you began to bob your head and stroke him faster, moaning around his length. Kratos’ breathing was starting to get heavy now and he clenched his teeth to suppress any sounds from escaping his mouth. You slowed down slightly, and decided to focus on the head of his dick again, swiping it back and forth with your tongue. The hand Kratos didn’t have on your face was clenched into a fist, because you were doing everything to make him a moaning mess, but he wanted to keep his composure. However, before he could lose it, he took an opportunity to stop you from continuing when you needed a breath of air. You looked up at Kratos when he stopped you, hands still wrapped around his swollen dick. You could see the lust in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you happily returned it. You moved your hands to wrap them around his neck and savor the kiss. But Kratos cut it short, he felt like if he didn’t get closer to you he might die. He carefully leaned you back, one hand on your head and one on your back. After sleeping with him a few times, you quickly realized Kratos’ favorite position was missionary, but you got him to mix it up once in a while. Kratos leaned over you and started to position himself to enter you, but before he did he locked eyes with you. You already knew he was checking in for consent, you gave his biceps a squeeze and nodded your head, “I’m ready, love.” You assured him. Kratos leaned down to kiss your forehead and then he slowly began to enter you. You tightened your grip on his arms and let out a soft gasp, he felt so good, like he was meant for you. Kratos had filled you up with his entire length, he was waiting for you to adjust to him before moving. But you had long gotten used to him, no longer needing time to adjust to his size, but he never skipped this step. “Please, Kratos…” You begged, not wanting to wait any longer. With your enthusiasm, he began to rock his hips into you at a steady pace, admiring your facial features as he fucked you. You let out a moan, louder than you meant to, and you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders and wrapped your legs loosely around him. You couldn’t form any thoughts when Kratos was in you, you could only think about the warmth radiating off of him and how fucking good he felt. Kratos started to increase his speed as he moved one of his hands to grip your waist, but was conscious to not hurt you. All you could do was moan softly over and over again, and occasionally lean up to give Kratos a sloppy kiss. You could feel your arousal building up again. You intertwined your fingers with his and pushed him up so his back was straight, changing his angle to hit you in all the right spots. “Yes… right there.” you encouraged Kratos, looking up at him as you felt yourself starting to become closer to your second orgasm. Kratos groaned slightly at your words and gently squeezed your hands as he started to go faster, deeper, and harder. You attempted to muffle your own moans as your nails dug into Kratos’ hand and with a few more thrusts you were cumming, your walls squeezing around Krato’s cock, the tightness bringing him to his own orgasm as well. He groaned in ecstasy as he came inside you and slowed his thrusts. You were, again, out of breath and you could feel the fur blanket under you becoming wet from your orgasm, you let go of Kratos’ hands and lets your arms fall to your side. You were thoroughly fucked and exhausted. Kratos leaned over you again and rested his forehead on your shoulder, stilling himself inside you, breathing heavily. He lazily kissed your shoulder and your neck before he willed himself off of you and pulled out, seeing his cum spill out of you. You could feel it, his cum slowly leaking from you, it was definitely one of your favorite parts of sex with Kratos. “Come ‘ere.” you instructed Kratos, who was just taking in the sight of you. He laid down next you with a slight grunt, the one you teased was his “old man grunt”. He slipped his hand under you and pulled you closer to him and kissed the side of your head. “I love you.” he whispered in your ear. Hearing those words come out of his mouth made your heart feel so full. A big smile found its way onto your face as you turned on your side to face him, “I love you too.” you reciprocated as you rested an arm on his abdomen, right at the top of his scar, and hooked one of your legs around him and finally laid your head on his chest. This was your favorite thing about sex with Kratos. The love. The moments right after when you felt complete and whole and can hold him as tight as you can. You laid together, staring up at the stars in the sky and the moon in silence for what seemed like an eternity. But, in classic Kratos fashion, he eventually sat up and began to wipe away the mess between your legs and helped you get dressed. No matter how much you protested and insisted you were perfectly capable of cleaning and dressing yourself, Kratos insisted on helping you. Every time. When the two of you were dressed, you added the blanket you were laying on to the pile of washing to get done. The previously strong fire was now just some smoldering embers. Kratos released Mimir from his cloth prison and picked him up, ready to head to bed with you. “Aye, please tell me you washed your hands…” Mimir didn’t sound too confident. “No.” Kratos replied plainly as he held open the door to the house for you, closing it after entering behind you. Mimir let out a defeated sigh as he was set down in front of his book on the table. You let out a yawn as you spotted Atreus, who fell asleep sitting up in his bed with books sprawled out around him. Kratos put out the candles that had illuminated the small cabin and sat on the bed the two of you shared. He had insisted on sleeping closest to the door, of course. “Goodnight Mimir.” you whispered to the head. “Goodnight, (y/n).” Mimir replied, he couldn’t be annoyed or upset with you and Kratos. He was just glad to see Kratos truly happy, he deserved it after the life he’s had You climbed across Kratos to your spot in bed and snuggled up to him. “Goodnight, love.” You kissed his cheek as tiredness was taking over. “Goodnight, (y/n).” Kratos said as he wrapped an arm around you and closed his eyes.

~Morning after bonus~

The next morning Atreus was up early, getting breakfast ready. You woke up to the smell of bacon cooking, still entangled in the arms of your lover. You lifted your head slightly to peer over the sleeping Spartan and smiled at Atreus. “Good morning, you’re up early.” you whispered to him, but it was no use because Kratos had opened his eyes. Atreus looked over to you and his Father, “Morning.” he smiled at the two of you, “Food should be ready soon.” Kratos sat up fully and planted his feet on the floor, “You fell asleep reading.” he stated to his son. Kratos had been on his back for letting his interests interfere with a proper night’s sleep. “I know…” he started to explain, “But I’m-” he stopped mid sentence and gave his father a strange look. “Father, did you get hurt?” he asked, motioning to his own neck. You could hear Kratos’ breath hitch as his hand went up to his neck, “No.” he deflected. Since he was in his 1000’s, if he didn’t specifically focus on healing an injury, especially a small one, it took a few days for them to go away. Atreus gave him a doubtful look. Kratos was not good at lying, anyone could see straight through them. He focused his energy and healed his body. “Uhm,” You piped up sitting up and peeking your head over Kratos’ shoulder, “We were laying down outside, looking at the stars and one of those rat things, you know the red ones? It snuck up on him.” You patted his shoulder, covering for Kratos’, “He’s kinda embarrassed about it…” Mimir was looking back and forth between the two of you and Atreus, seeing if the boy was really that naive. “Ohhh…” Atreus bought it. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Father. Those things are fast.” he set the food that had finished cooking onto a wooden slab to cool. “Mh…” Kratos just grunted and dropped his hand back down to his side. Mimir rolled his eyes, he was gonna have to explain sex better to Atreus than the horrible talk he could only imagine occurred between the boy and his father.

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