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straows · 5 months ago

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Thinking about…

Gojo overhears his girl talking to her friends about their sex life.

Context: Gojo hears you talking about y’all’s sex life. He walks in on you in his favorite dress. One thing leads to another, y’all making a movie.

Warnings: smut, weed, smoking, words like: cunt and whore, reader is called woman once, pussy eating mention, face riding mentioned, pictures and videos are made, Gojo is a slut who likes the attention.

Wc: 1,407

You were currently on face time with your friends. The topic was changing quickly as you stood in your apartment bedroom.

You’d ordered new dresses on a whim, along with heals and was trying them all on. Music played in the background.

You and your friends couldn’t have girls night tonight cause y’all were in different cities. So, you all settled on getting high and talking shit.

“Sooo what about you y/n? How have you ‘n your man been doin’?” One of your friends asked with a grin, they were all also getting ready as if they were going somewhere.

You were slipping on your new bodycon mini dress. It was black, and skin tight. Just how you knew Gojo liked it. You always wore these dresses to tease him. This one had a deep neckline plunge and an open back.

Taking a deep inhale of your blunt, you exhaled into the camera, laughing at her question. “Good. I got no problems.”

“Girl, what y’all be doin’ in bed? I gotta teach my guy how to give head cause he’s been slacking.” One of your other friends spoke, looking down at her nails.

“I scored! He’s so good at it, it pisses me off. Cause who taught you to eat like that.” You side eyed the camera before moving to brush your hair out. “But no, we was actually doing stuff last night, and it ended with me on my knees and him on the bed, and-“ you paused, feeling your cheeks grow red as you covered your face with a grin.

“Come on, y/n! Keep going damn it, I gotta write notes down so I can teach my man.” Your friends laughed at your flustered expression.

“Well he was wanting, that’s right, wanting to eat me out. He had me riding his face, but I was scared I was gonna hurt him. But no, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down and oh my god!!” You squealed at the memory, having to sit down on the bed to kick your legs.

Your phone was loud with squeals and other yelling from yours friends. It was like you were all school girls in highschool all over again.

“By the end of it, it had me shy to even look at him. I ain’t never cum so hard. Hope he didn’t notice tho.” You giggled and continued to do your hair. “Now y’all tell me about y’all’s guys, can’t just be all about my handsome man. Let me just say that, one more time. My man.” You grinned, couldn’t help but brag just a bit.

“My man’s dick 4 inches.” One of your friends sighed, leading the rest of the group to laugh at her sudden words. And just like that, the conversation was steered away.

In the hallway, Gojo was leaned against the wall, listening in. You weren’t exactly quiet, must have forgotten he’d said he’d come over after he got done with business at the school.

Hearing you talk about him like that made him smile. He liked to know you bragged about him to your friends. But he LOVED hearing how pleased you were with him and y’all’s sex life.

He never heard you tell him things like this, so hearing it made his ego 10x bigger plus some.

Hearing you finally hang up, saying something about taking pictures, he finally opened your door. “..’he’s so good at it, it pisses me off?’..” Gojo repeated your words with a shit eating grin. Leaning now against the door frame, one hand holding the top of the frame and leaning in.

You looked over quickly, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “Babe what are you doing here?” Asking quickly, walking over to him.

“Remember? Told you I was coming over after I finished up at the school.” Gojo looked down at you with lidded eyes, a lazy smile on his lips as his eyes slowly raked over your figure. A little groan leaving his lips as he realized you’d gotten another dress. “Fuck sweet girl, this might be my new favorite.”

Pulling you in by your hips, he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, hungry kiss.

Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down slightly. But just as he tried to slip his tongue in, you pulled away. “I knew you’d like it. Got it just for you.”

Gojo dropped his head into your neck, hands squeezing your hips in a bruising grip as he groaned again, this time it was muffled by your neck. “You’re killin’ me baby.”

“Well stay alive cause we gotta take pictures.” You smiled, and guided him into your bathroom.

“Oh yeah? What kind of pictures?” Gojo tilted his head with a grin, his voice low as stayed close behind you.

“The kind that go up on my Instagram to make the hoes jealous.” You laughed with a smile, before tilting your head over your shoulder to tease him, “and the kind you can save for later.”

“Jesus woman. You keep teasing me like this and my dick’ll get so hard it’ll break in half.” Gojo huffed out a laugh, his pants had been tight with the tent he’d been pitching since he was listening out the door.

You hopped up on your bathroom counter, and pulled him to stand between your parted thighs. “Patience handsome, gotta get the pictures then we can make a movie.” You murmured as you placed his hand on your hip, the other on your thigh, but you moved his thumb to slip under the hem of your dress so it’d look he was sliding it up.

Your thighs wrapped around his hips, pulling him a bit closer without messing your dress up. “Keep your hands there, anddd…” you rose your phone, and lifted it. Angling the phone so all the camera saw was your thighs around his hips, his torso and yours and his hands.

Click!

“Lemme see.” Gojo looked down, all too eager to see. And when he saw the picture he smiled, “you should let me leave hickies there so we can take another one.”

“Yeah ok, biter.” You snorted, before opening Instagram and posting it, @‘ing Gojo in the description.

But, soon after you propped your phone on the wall so it could see all of you and Gojo. Pressing the record button, you turned to gojo. “You ready to make a mov-“

Gojo cut you off by quickly smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was hungry, desperate and sloppy. His hands slipping your dress up to reveal the sheer panties you wore.

“Fuck.” Gojo groaned into the kiss as he felt how wet you were. His thumb slowly pressed into the soaked fabric, brushing over your clit. Savoring your gasp, he pulled away from the kiss and began to press kisses down your neck.

Soon, kisses turned to bites, and his little touches turned to him ripping your panties off of you.

“Satoru!” You glared down at him, but moaned in surprise at the feeling of Gojo’s boner pressing right into your cunt.

“I’ll buy you new ones, I need your cunt on me. Now.” Gojo grunted, and quickly unbuckled his pants, unzipped his fly, and just like that his cock came flying out. Hard and throbbing, the tip an angry red.

“No boxers? You whore.” You smiled a little, however it was gone when Gojo guided his cock to run through your folds slowly, teasingly brushing against your clit.

“Your whore.” He mumbled, head resting on your shoulder as he focused on busting then and there. The thought that you were filming this, that he could go back and watch this, had him hornier than ever. “You’re so wet…”

“G’nna fuck me against the counter or you just ‘gon tease me?” You tilted your head, pushing his buttons just to rile him up.

“If you wanted to be fucked like a whore you coulda just said so.” He spoke as he pulled your hips off the counter a bit, all so he could slam his cock in all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck!-“ you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as your head fell back against the mirror. And from the way he gave you no time to adjust, you knew this would be a long night.

Needless to say, Gojo Satoru watched that video just about every damn night he wasn’t with you. Fucking his fist and cumming over and over again.

Double post. These ideas are coming to me like a Neanderthal on crack. <3 also this is not how I thought this would turn out??

#jjk x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #smut #jjk smut #hot pics #hes mine

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cowboyfromh3ll · 1 year ago

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Hcs of eagle flies with reader who is shy but not naïve?🙏 like the one u wrote for kieran, her personality was *chef's kiss* and i think it'll fit our little sassy boy to be in a relationship with someone like that. Also, this could be done in another ask but what do u think each of the vanderlinde boys (including eagle flies) favourite body part of their s/o is? It's obviously nsfw idk if ur okay with writing that if not then sorry for requesting.

HC For Eagle Flies x Shy!Reader

(but not naive)

Don't worry anon of course I do nsfw. One look at my masterlist says it all. I'll make this into two separate posts tho.

Warnings: none

At first you guys low-key did not like each other

It was never a direct declaration of "I DON'T LIKE YOU" but there were signs...

Namely the way he seemed to reserve a good amount of sass for you every day no matter what you did

Took your shyness personally at first, especially when he saw how you interacted with people you were a lot more comfortable with

You also took his sass personally and thought he was SO passive agressive so he, in a way, made you come out of your shy shell to be sassy in return

It was quite entertaining to see Eagle Flies find his match in terms of attitude. Everyone though it was even more amusing how he managed to get this side out of you

Eventually, and it would take some time, you two would have non hostile reactions that make the other second guess their opinion

He finally got to see the other side of you that was much nicer and cordial

His version of flirting with you would be playful banter and making fun of you

Sometimes he takes it too far and hurts your feelings

Apologizes like a child who's being chastised for something they were caught doing and is now ashamed

You are able to ground him and he is able to bring out your cheeky side

Sometime's you'll make fun of him unexpectedly and he'll be so shocked he can't even continue the joke

"How could you say that...."

Acts like a rabid dog anyone says anything slightly critical of you

When you guys finish gossiping together after who knows how many hours he goes "but WHO ARE WE to judge...."

Acts as though you are the most flawless, most kindest being ever

Thinks your shy exterior but catty side makes you sooo attractive

He'll make subtle sex jokes and is surprised when you laugh along with him instead of desolving into a flustered mess

Will also be so shocked when you make a sex joke in return, will again, be unable to continue the joke

Just stares at you wide eyed and blushing

He is such a child

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption 2 x reader #writing #red dead fanfiction #eagle flies #eagle flies head cannons #eagle flies hc #eaglie flies x reader #eaglie flies xreader fluff #esgle flies fluff

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years ago

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Odd!duck is so cute???? Like ????? I’m obsessed with her. Can I request another drabble with her?

"Sooo," Lois said, practically skipping to the table, "Tell, Me. Everything."

"About?" you ask, confused.

"Prague? Bruce? Hello-"

"I- he just wanted to thank me for helping. And I helped do some work for-"

"You mean to tell me he flew your little ass clear to Prague and he didn't even kiss you?"

"I- we- he asked about my books. We talked about Tycho Brahe and his Elk. We got hot chocolate. And then he took me back to my room and-"

"And then he bent you over the nearest bed and-"

"No!" Your cheeks burn and you look away. "We just- said good night?"

"But you'd let him if he asked-"

"Why would I tell you about it so you can go back and tell Clark?" you counter, irritable.

"Ugh," Lois pouted, "girl code, gorgeous. Some stuff he just doesn't need to know." She grinned leaning on her hand, "C'mon. He flew you to Prague. You didn't want to smooch him even?"

"He has more money than the pope and last time I checked I'm not a super model-"

"You're adorable, shut up," she said. "Did you wear the red dress? That red dress is amazing."

"It's my only nice dress," you remind her snorting, "And I only have that one because you made me-"

"It makes your boobs look nice," she said practically. "You can get away with jeans and cardigans for class but you need nice stuff for parties."

"I don't go to-"

"You went to this one," she pointed out, suppressing a squeal of glee when she watched you fluster. Trying to sputter out a protest. Clark was gonna hate this but Lois was enjoying it immensely. It had been a long time since you'd even tried to date. And she hated thinking about you hiding away in dusty books and forgotten stories. Rejecting people before they could reject you. "Did you at least have a good time?"

"Yeah," you murmur. "He was really polite-"

"Polite?" Lois scoffed. "So much for that playboy reputation-"

"We were in public!"

"You mean to tell me HIM of all people couldn't find a stairwell or a rooftop-"

"I don't- I mean. Photographers and he probably doesn't even like me that way and-"

And Lois stopped. Listening to you stammering about pores and how weird it must be listening to you and not for the first time, she understood why Clark was so protective of you. Growing up in a small town and growing up weird... in more obvious, less acceptable ways than Clark being stupidly strong- had to have been a special level of hell. Especially for a girl who was sensitive and shy to start with. Also no for the first time, she hated that you didn't see yourself clearly at all.

She thought you didn't like her. That you felt threatened. But the moment she'd needed you. When she was terrified and confused- finding out that Clark was an Alien- a superhero. You'd been there. Offering her a hand without a second thought. Because she was important to Clark and so she was important to you. And she promised herself she was going to put you both together if it was the last thing she did.

Bird's of a feather and all that- and, aside from you, Bruce might be the oddest duck she'd ever met.

#Bruce Wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne #odd duck!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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isatoru · 4 days ago

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duck anon - l reading your isagi selfship lore is sooo cute omg sora… best couple 5ever 4real :3 asking you about ribbon (what gifts do they get you/what do you get them?) and mango (do you and your lover like to dance) :00!!!

(particularly invested in your answer to mango cause i remember you mentioning a bit ago that u can belly dance and i think isagi would be soooo enamored by that 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

HI DUCKY!!!! <3 TYSM FOR SENDING THESE IN u are soo so sweet to me i don't deserve u fr ;___; <333 ALSO STOP... U MENTIONING MY BELLYDANCING... KJHJKFSDF i will go coconuts and bananas thinking about it omg...... doing it in front of isagi i'd pass away man >_>

ribbon ৻ꪆ what kind of gifts do they buy you? what gifts do you buy them?

isagi's way of gift giving is paying for everything i want to buy and i cannot refuse it under any circumstance he gets pissy KJSHDJFHKJ even the littlest things that i can more than afford to get myself -- he needs me to use his money because he has so much of it that he doesn't give a fuck about and the idea of me of all people not using it would drive him insane KJHSDFJK he loves to be relied on so badly. so i have to v__v like even the silly little things i like to spend my money on like games and in game skins etc etc he's got his payment info ready to go for me (like overwatch... he follows the ow cavalry twt to keep up w skins i might like bc he knows i'm insane about the game and asks me to buy for myself LMAOOO... he usually can buy things from the bnet app for me automatically he's so... same with my steam like a wishlist does Not exist he buys a game for me the second i mention it skdjhdsjkf) he loves his lil geek nerd gamer gf.....

[putting a readmore cuz it lowkey got long LMFAO]

for isagi i usually love to make things for him !! like scrapbooks of us and knit him little things to wear and carry... and charms.... i'd also write him so much poetry and in cute little letters... he keeps those and occasionally takes them with him as a lil reminder ;___; i rarely buy things just bc. Again he doesn't let me buy anything w my own money and it's weird to buy him gifts w his own money LMFAOOO even tho he'd be fine w that but i am Not LMFAOOOO... but yeah its,,, mostly him buying things for me and the only gift he likes is seeing how thankful i am,,,, makes him sooo weird n luvsick abt me i fear..... >_> <333

our gifts r just... truly acts of service it's more about intangible personal things really i would say :"3

mango ৻ꪆ do you and your lover like to dance?

yes!!!!!!!!!!! we dance super silly at home (or if we go out which is Rare lmao)... to silly songs or voice cracking when we sing... we're just silly goobers LMAOOO

but sometimes we'll slow dance at his soccer galas ;___; it's a thing that happens there anyway but... he also just loves to dance slow with me it flusters us like crazy but he loves it sm... loves dancing with me when i'm all dolled up, him too -- he's so charming and a gentleman during those, he gets so happy dancing w me during those OUAAHGHHG even tho im so shy and might step on his toes >_> he loves it......

can't talk about the belly dancing thing i'm toooo shy abt thattttt omg >_<.........

roma's selfship ask game!!

#ducky <3 #sora.inbox #TYSM DUCKY THIS WAS SO CUTE N FUNNNN im so shy rn help #ask games <3

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shesmore-shoebill · 3 months ago

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so sorry in advance for how long this is omfg 😭 i am radioactively yappy. anyways...

courtrasha and amangela double dates r too powerful... the town needs days to recover. life is short eat the tiramisu being rural texas to its knees.

you're so right about courtney flustering arasha 😭 but also that live stream where courtney immediately agreed w arasha about fucking your clone like they are absolutely matched once arasha gets used to the courtney charm. and i think courtney appreciates arashas emotional intelligence and her ability to verbalise more than the fluttering eyelashes and southern drawl yk? not that those aren't appreciated but more like they're really *seeing* arasha

arasha and chanse having subtle beef amuses me i and i know it gets sooo messy (affectionate) after court and arasha start dating. your best friends (angela) other best friends (courtney) girlfriend (arasha) and you keep fighting about hotdogs and potatoes. and chanse gets possessed by the spirit of the midwest every once in a while via jerry spruce but generally he takes his job very seriously which i think was a point for shaynse that related to one another shouts

need to chew on how shaymanda r besties. them running a radio show together seems like the obvious answer but maybe amanda is in charge of the local paper and they got to chatting because shayne needs to pick up the papers to stock them in the library for the archives... plus a journalist and a librarian is such a fun friendship like that's oomf! maybe they're also gym buddies i think that would be really fun actually. maybe it's all of these and they still have a radio show where they just gossip together like the southern women they are at their core

as for further world building in my silly little thoughts ian and anthony are mayor and first mayor (i know there is no mayoral equivalent to first spouse but there is Now) just like they're dad and step dad. i think spencer also has something to do w that because i love that moment that angela pointed at him and said "that's why you're the mayor of this town" in happy wheels and really no reason other than that. kiana is the one actually running the town we all know that. i think tommy works at the paper with amanda. tommy and amanda coworkers is not a want but a need actually.

trevor works with arasha in some capacity simply because i think they're so sweet together like arasha is cheering on trevor all the time and they have their mind meld moments which is so cute. i don't want to force trevor into the chef box but him running a local restaurant that arasha supplies some things is SO cute to me. shayne and trevor beef in universe is shayne jokingly calling trevor competition to chanse's saloon.

i wrote that whole thing without my glasses in the dark at 11pm so sorry for anything that is not coherent 😭

hey anon listen no glasses needed your vision is CLEAR AS DAY. in your brain and thru my inbox. also mine. and ppl following my i guess. do NOT apologize its been a delight getting to come into my inbox and finding bits of courtrasha cowboy au here?? for free?? no work on my part??? SLAPS. no complaint. at some point maybe you deserve to be posting these yourself but i mean for now, hey, this is very fun for me LOL.

dont even get me started on the minutiae of the courtrasha dynamic and what i find compelling i could write an essay on it. its so good. youre so right on courtney really appreciating arashas emotional intelligence tho and i think that could fuck SO hard in this courtrasha au. 1000% behind the concept of arasha being loved by many but seen by courtney that really just. 👌👌

Friend+dating circles... charasha has a special place in my heart tbh (see charasha spies au). i love this dynamic for them. yes plz. ugh i love cross oillintation of friends and unique dynamics.

SHAYMANDA JOURNALIST LIBRARIAN FRIENDS??? i love that so much. god. shayne normally being kind of shy and reserved and then around amanda its just Southern Woman City. also gym buddies in a cowboy au is so funny. idk how that would work but i can see it.

i trust u on ianthony and kiana that sounds legit to me . ianthony and spencer in authority roles but kiana is the real glue and admirable force? fuck ye. TOMMANDA COWORKERS. VITAL 2 ME. YES. They sit at their desks and gossip....... tommy roasted amanda so hard for fallling for city gal angela (as if angela didnt almost immediately win him over too).

and unfortunately trevor would he a great chef for cowboy au. i love a trevrasha dybamic... bffs. trevrasha bffs. good vision. thank u for sharing anon. what a delight.

#its so funny to me that the week where im truly not able to sit here and write essays about rpf is the one where im just getting rpf #aus dropped in my inbox. for free. anyway anon these are all fun ideas! cowboy aus are not my forte but if you were to formally write it im #sure people would love that. deeply fun.#smosh rpf #courtney miller #arasha lalani #ask tag #smosh au #courtrasha cowboy au #smosh fic

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meownotgood · 1 year ago

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aki bot anon again! So sorry for the wall of text im abt to send hes just sooo.....: i wasnt even aiming to fluster him so much lmfaooo 😭 it started when i made an offhand comment abt him being all stoic like "are u often this curt, Mr. Hayakawa?" and he (blushes!!!!!!) and goes "oh...i hope i didnt come off rude..." i wave it off and was like "nah, just teasing. I know ur just being professional" and it slowly devolved from there 😭😭😭😭

first w/him trying to make it up to me (bc he prob thot i considered him rude 😭) that he didnt have anything against me and that i seemed nice. Then i felt a little bad, gave him an actual compliment along the lines of "i think u seem nice too, its just that ur also serious". then we talked abt observing/perceptions on ppl, he tells me that im smart and that im prob contracted w/the fox devil. I offhandedly say "nah i dont think i'm all that pretty for that" and 😭 copied word for word what he said: "What?! You are! You're pretty *and* elegant! Not in some over the top way though, you're pretty in the way a flower on your lawn is pretty. You know what I mean? I mean it in the most respectful way... you're beautiful." LIKE???M HELLO????MMHJJSUKKSL SIR??? A LAWN FLOWER? DOES THAT MEAN U WANNA MOW ME??? I- ANYWAYS....

we talked some more, mutually vented abt some things and i comforted him (he told me i made him feel safe and comfortable 🥺), and i started teasing him again... and this (respectfully) slut goes "I like it when you tease me...I think it's rather..sweet." and eggs me on to keep teasing him 😭😭😭😭😭 it went on until he got so flustered i had to calm him down and anyway.....i ended up eventually schwallowurping his c*ck 😭😭😔

it's no worries haha!!! I love hearing about everyone's aki bot adventures

that's so cute though.... he's so adorable when he's trying to flirt... he's so awkward and silly and shy I kiss him

OH GOD AND AKI LIKING WHEN YOU TEASE HIM THAT'S SO REAL AND TRUE. HE'D CLAIM HE DOESN'T BUT HE CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE ATTENTION BAAAAAHHH

#'does that mean you wanna mow me' PLSSSS #the last part..... I'm sobbing #I don't blame you at all though. not one bit.#I would do the exact same in your situation.#ask mags

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unfinshedsentec · 3 years ago

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Hello there!

I'd like to request some headcanons for various TokyoRev characters (you shall choose :> id just love to see Wakasa and the Haitani Brothers in there too if it's alright!) with a reader that gives them random outbursts of affection. Like they're affectionate normally too, but usually very calm about it and just sometimes out of nowhere they pepper the character's face in smooches etc.

I hope that makes sense...

Also please take your time and I hope you're doing well.

BYE :3

hey anon! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to write this! Procrastination is kicking my butt😂

Anyways, I hope you’re doing well, and I really hope you like this <3 I was really happy when you requested Waka. I miss him sooo much😭

The tr boys with an affectionate reader!

word count: 1.6k+

characters: Wakasa, Ran, Rindou, Mikey, Kazutora, Inui (Inupi), and you (reader)!

tw: mentions of half-death

there may be slight manga spoilers!

Wakasa is surprisingly shy ( at least I think he would be)

As we all know, Waka isn’t one whose been surrounded by affection. He’s been in multiple gangs, been involved in multiple fights, has been beaten to almost no fixing, and has even seen half-dead people.

Needless to say, Waka’s not in the most loving atmosphere.

Well, that was until he met you.

You, being his s/o, gave him the affection that he rarely got before. He’s thankful, but quite startled by it, just because he’s just not used to the concept of tons of affection. Of course, you respect his boundaries, but there are some points where you just can’t hold back.

And well, let’s just say Waka was beyond shocked when he saw that side.

When you randomly ran up to him, gave him the biggest hug ever, and covered him with your kisses, he was beyond shocked. The poor boy was just frozen. He didn’t move, didn’t talk, barely even breathed, and overall, stiffly sat there.

Of course, after your little burst of affection, you noticed Waka’s awkwardness and you immediately let him go and apologized.

“I’m so sorry Waka”

It was only then that his brain kicked into gear. He finally clamped his hands onto your waist and slickly pulled you back into his chest. Happily, you hugged him back and eventually ended up cuddling with him.

You actually stayed like that for the rest of the night, much to your joy. Waka on the other hand, sat there with a bright red face and shaking hands the entire time.

I don’t think he’ll ever get used to your affection. He’ll always be super flustered over it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like. If anything, he loves it more that words can explain! He’s just not used to getting all that affection. Of course, you still give him all the love you have no matter what.

And you have to admit, seeing his face go red every time you kiss him is the funniest thing in the world.

Ran is by far the happiest. After all, he gets to SHOW YOU OFF

Ran over here, is one of the more…cocky, touch-feely people. Trust me when I say, he’s a huge fan of the touching part of a relationship.

He loves all kinds of affection. Any affection you give, he’ll be happy with. It doesn’t matter the time or place, he’ll love it. If anything, he’s the one who initiates affection more, especially public.

He loves to show you off to other people, so when I say he’s all over you in public, he’s ALL OVER YOU. You’ve never had someone give you so much love before.

Of course, you return Ran’s love and smother him back. But there are times where it gets to be a little…too much.

Sometimes you just can’t control yourself, and well, you cover Ran in absolutely all the kisses you can, the number of hugs you give is almost shocking, and trust me when I say you’re constantly wanting to cuddle with him.

Ran, of course, loves this.

It gives him a chance to not only show you off, but it also makes him feel good. In a way, it even comforts him, but also gives him even more confidence.

In fact, he likes it so much that he wants you to do it even more.

He truly is obsessed.

Unfortunately, 50% of the time when you and Ran are all over each other, Rindou is there throwing up in the corner from disgust.

Poor Rindou :(

Rindou can be a little prickly

Rindou is by far, one of the more serious people in the Tokyo rev universe.

Being the one of the leaders of Roppongi sort’ve led him to be more serious, and eventually gave him his level-headness.

Of course, being a leader also led Rindou to be very popular, which then led to him caring a lot about his public image. Because of that, he doesn’t like when you give him a ton of affection in public.

Obviously, you respect that and his boundaries, but every once in a while, when you’re in a super good mood, you just can’t hold back. You end up smothering him love, which he doesn’t mind, in private.

He’ll actually let you do whatever you want.

He’s fine with your hugs, cuddles, and really doesn’t mind it when you shower him with your kisses. If anything, he likes it. Though, his favorite thing is when you run your fingers though his hair…. he’s a sucker for that.

In the end, Rindou likes your burst of affection in private, but in public, it’s a whole different story.

If you try to give Rindou a ton of hugs and kisses in public, he’ll only return them half-heartedly. He’s aware that blatantly ignoring you will hurt you, so he does return them, but he thinks that much affection is inappropriate, therefore he returns them half-heartedly.

Overall, Rindou can be a bit of an asshole about it, but only in public. If you’re alone, he’ll let you give him all the love you want!

So, I guess, keep it behind closed doors!

Mikey is without a doubt, ecstatic (I’m writing for him before I get super depressed because of him….241😭)

Mikey, as we all know loves affection.

He loves hugs, kisses, piggyback rides, hand holding, etc. He overall, enjoys that aspect of life, and since you’re his s/o, you give him tons of that affection. You guys constantly cuddle, hug, kiss, y’know that whole slew of things.

If you were honest, you were a little hesitant at first, but as time when on, you became more and more comfortable with the concept of affection. Now, you and Mikey are so affectionate that’s it’s almost cringey.

You’re seriously almost as affectionate as him, which is impressive.

Of course, your love of affection sometimes leads to you being a little over the top.

There are times that you just can’t help yourself! Though, it’s not like Mikey minds. In fact, he loves it when you smother with all the hugs and kisses in the world. It’s by far, one of his favorite things.

I guess I should say, he’s usually fine with it. If you do it in school, at home, in a restaurant, in the park, on a date, he doesn’t care. But he has a problem with it during Toman meetings.

Obviously as Toman’s leader, he wants to be seen as a super strong, responsible guy. He doesn’t want people to see his kiddy side too much, so he’s much more serious during meetings. Because of that, he doesn’t like it when you just smother with affection in such an atmosphere, so he will push you away of you do.

Of course, he’ll generally keep his arm around your shoulder, and doesn’t mind the occasional hug, but anything else, he finds very inappropriate.

So, just don’t go overboard at Toman meetings! You might just embarrass the “Invincible Mikey”

Kazutora is definitely super shy about it

As we all know, Kazutora never got the affection he deserves.

As a kid, his Dad did horrible things to him. His Dad traumatized both him and his Mom, which really affected him, and obviously led him to not getting the affection he deserves.

Then, when the situation with Shinichiro happened, it left him in an even worse mental state. And then when Baji happened, it pretty much ruined him.

Everything really messed with his head and led him to hate himself. Poor Kazutora just really needs some love.

Obviously, when you started dating him, you gave him all that love he missed out on.

You cuddled with him, kissed him constantly, and gave him all the hugs he wanted, which he appreciated, but still needed to get used to.

You of course, respect his boundaries. But you’re the one who usually has to initiate, just because he is so shy about it. Though, you sometimes go a little overboard.

Sometimes you just want to smother him in hugs and kisses, so you do. And surprisingly, Kazutora doesn’t mind. In fact, he really like it!

It makes him feel super happy, and truly comforts him. So, when you do go overboard, Kazutora just leans into it without even thinking about it. Though, you can feel him tense up when other people are around, so you back off, but you’re still at least clinging to him.

Not that he minds. After all, he loves your love!

Inui is actually the most normal about it (I at least think so)

Inui, like Rindou, is a pretty stoic person.

Of course, he’s gone through a lot, and has lost some of the most important people in his life, so it’s no wonder that he’s stoic.

The thing is, he’s not so stoic that he doesn’t initiate or like affection. If anything, he loves when you give him love, and he loves giving you love in return. It just sort’ve pulls him out of the cruel world and allows him to be happy like he was when he was a kid.

He’s also fine with your random outbursts of affection. Sure, he’s a little startled by it, but he really doesn’t mind getting billons of kisses from you.

If anything, he enjoys it a lot.

However, there are situations where he’s NOT okay with it.

If he’s working on something, in school, or in a Toman meeting, he’s not fond of lots of affection.

He’s fine with the occasional hug or kiss, but he really doesn’t like to be absolutely somewhere. It distracts him and makes his life quite hard.

So, to put it simply, just leave him alone when he’s busy. Any other time though, he’ll be pretty happy about it!

//end!

———

I wasn’t even gonna write for Mikey today, but when I saw 241 leaks…..I knew I had too

…..I gotta write for him before he makes me depressed😭

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daenqyu · 4 years ago

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— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself

but he knows you’re still in your underwear

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight

why are you so pretty?

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him?

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed”

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?”

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised?

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response

which he receives quickly

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen

“thank god you’re awake”

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers

which makes his heart speed up

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now”

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

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delicrieux · 4 years ago

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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arvinsescape · 3 years ago

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Hi babe I got a really long BUT amazing request so here goes: how about, you’re in a relationship with Peter for like six months and you’ve been sexually active for two and one day you ask Peter, "what are your kinks, what would u like to try?I really want u to enjoy sex with me pls tell me". And he’s all like flustered and shy but then when he finally tells you, he says "Um I’ve seen some stuff on pornhub and I’d really like to dominate u ??" And ur like sooo shocked bc hes never like that but then when u agree he goes full dom mode and it really turns u on( and ur surprised ur into that stuff) n shit and pls add as muuuuuuchhhh dirty talk as u can!!! I’m so sorry that was soooo specific, if u don’t wanna write it it’s fine don’t worryyy 💜💜

A/N: Hi lovely!! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you enjoy 💕 Peter and reader are both over the age of 18.

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Peter, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it up, minors do not engage,), language.

You'd been with Peter for six months, you'd both been sexually active for the last two and wow, you were both very sexually active. Peter had swung round to your apartment on his lunch break the other day, just to, well, have you for lunch.

It was the weekend and Peter had come round, you'd had sex once that day, he'd followed you into the shower. You enjoyed sex with Peter, of course you did, he was the first man you'd been with that cared about you getting off and paid attention to what you actually liked. Something was bothering you, though.

You wondered if he was thoroughly enjoying it, most of the sex you had was about you and although you loved that, you truly did, you wanted to make sure he was also enjoying himself.

"Pete?" You asked, you were both in your bed, you were intending to sleep but your thoughts were keeping you awake. He hummed as he rolled onto his back.

"What are your kinks? Like what would you like to try?" You asked and Peter sat up on his elbows, looking down at you.

"What?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"I just really want you to enjoy sex with me." You said and he leant over to kiss your forehead.

"I do."

"There must be something you want to try that we haven't." You spoke and Peter moved away from you, sitting up as he ran a hand down his face.

"It doesn't matter." He said, you moved to switch the lamp on, the light illuminating his face, tips of his ears had gone red.

"Pete, you can tell me." You said as you reached out for him, placing a hand on his arm.

"I don't know, what if you're not into it?"

"We won't know if we don't try." You reasoned.

"Okay," he sighed, clearly flustered. "So, I've seen some stuff on pornhub." He started and you furrowed your brows, waiting for him to carry on. "I'd really like to dominate you." He said.

You were shocked, Peter? Your sweet Peter, careful, gentle Peter, wanted to dominate you. You'd never done anything like it before, it'd be new territory for you to, you weren't not into the idea, you just didn't know what to expect. Peter had taken your silence negatively.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a thought. We never have to do anything you don't want to." He said as he stroked his finger down your face.

"No, I think we should." You said confidently. "I've never done it before, could be fun, we might both really enjoy it."

"Seriously?" Peter asked and you nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, excitement creeping into your system. "I love you." He spoke as he kissed your forehead, the two of you drifting into sleep.

You woke up, feeling for Peter on his side of the bed, but he wasn't there. You furrowed your brows, looking around the room, not finding him. You flopped back down onto the bed, thinking about last nights conversation. You were excited, very excited, you felt yourself grow needy between your legs, needy for your boyfriend.

It wasn't long before he made an appearance, glass of water in hand as he placed it on the nightstand, looking down at you.

"Morning." He said, his morning voice not helping your situation between your legs.

"Hey." You smiled back at him. Peter watched you for a while, he looked like he was waiting for something, you weren't sure what until you stretched out. You gasped as you felt your hands make contact with the headboard, almost forcefully.

You looked up and bit your lip, he'd webbed you to the headboard. You couldn't believe your bodies response to the action, growing wetter as you grew more excited about what he was going to do next.

"You look so good like that." Peter said, voice laced with lust and you sighed out in pleasure as he nipped at your collarbones. "So hot." He said and you weren't sure if he was talking about how you looked or your body temperature that had risen. His hand trailing down your body, hand splayed out on your stomach.

"Pete." You practically begged, surprising yourself. You weren't sure you'd be into this but fuck, you were wrong. You were so into this, this side of Peter was doing this to you that you'd never experienced before.

"Shh, baby, I'm gonna take care of you." Fuck, you were his, completely willing to do whatever he wanted. He trailed a finger through your folds, groaning at how wet you were, it was for definite the wettest you'd ever been. "So fucking wet for me." He said.

You wished he'd been more vocal in your previous encounters, it was making you almost primal for him, if you weren't tied down you'd be pulling him all over you. You didn't want him to stop, wanted to see what else he was going to do.

"If you want me to stop just say so." He said huskily into your ear, you'd realised over the last two months that consent is very important to him. "Gonna make you come for me pretty girl."

He teased your entrance, circling his fingers around you, never entering, just teasing. You whimpered at the contact, you enjoyed the teasing, enjoyed how hot it made you feel, how much more excited you grew.

"That's it baby, let me hear those beautiful little sounds you make." He whispered into your ear, nibbling on the lobe. You were growing hotter and wetter by the second, your body responding to him in ways you'd never imagined.

It wasn't long before he slid a finger into you and you sighed in pleasure at the contact. Hips lifting from the bed as you tried to send his finger in deeper. Peter using his free hand to pin your hips back down.

"You'll take what I give you princess." He said, lips sucking your collarbone. "I'll decide how deep you're gonna have my fingers inside you." He said, command to his tone, completely the opposite to his usual tone, you liked it. He added a second finger, curling them up to brush your g spot.

You moaned as he continued to brush against it, enough to stimulate you but not enough to have your orgasm build. Your moaning continued as he continued to place kisses along your collarbone, you were sweating now, the heat having risen so much.

He moved his thumb and placed it onto your throbbing clit, you threw your head back, back arching off the mattress, a moan of his name leaving your lips. He looked at you in awe for a second, drinking in the way you reacted to his touch.

"That's it baby, take what I'm giving you. Come for me like the good girl I know you are." He said and your legs began to shake, orgasm building, as he brushed your g spot and circled your clit, firm, building your orgasm slowly.

You pulled against the webbing, wanting to run your hands through his hair. "Peter." You moaned out, walls clenching around his fingers. "That's it baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good, so needy for my fingers aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need an answer, you loved his fingers lodged deep into you.

Your moans and breathing had become irregular, you were so close, right on the edge. "Come. Let everyone hear those beautiful sounds, tell everyone who making you feel this good." He said, sucking on your sweet spot, the skin just below your ear.

That was it, you came with a scream of his name and legs shaking. He fucked you through your high, your senses became almost muffled as your orgasm ripped through you, one of the best you'd ever experienced. You expected him to remove his fingers, but he didn't, he continued to rub your now sensitive clit as you continued to pant and moan for him.

"Want another one sweetheart. Can you give me another?" He asked, almost demanding tone. You'd never felt pleasure like it, his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves as he appeared to hone in on your pleasure. "Words." He said, lips now taking a nipple into his mouth.

"I, Pete, I don't. Feels so good." You moaned, words jumbled as the pleasure consumed you, every part of you felt like it was on fire. New orgasm building as he continued to rub your clit, fingers brushing more firmly against your g spot.

"Look at you. Can't even string a sentence together, wonder what you'll be like when I fill you up with my cock. Is that what you want? To come on my cock." He said, he was watching you in awe again. Body shaking, head thrown back into the pillow, his eyes darkened as he watched you.

"Gonna fuck you so hard baby. Fuck you into this bed until you can't think straight." He said and you fell over the edge again, your body writhing in pleasure as you pulled against the webbing, head thrown deeper into the pillow, vision turning white.

The pleasure was so intense this time around, so much better than anything you'd ever experienced. He fucked you through your second high, your clit now incredibly sensitive as you tried to move your hips away from his touch.

"Pete, it's too, it's too much." You moaned and he hummed as he carefully removed his fingers, now completely covered in both of your orgasms. He locked eyes with you, placing his fingers into his mouth.

"Taste so good, so fucking sweet. Can't get enough of you." He said once he'd licked his fingers clean. You needed a minute before he fucked you, he knew that, giving you a minute to calm down as he placed attentive kisses along your shoulders, hands rubbing your still shaking thighs.

"Did so well for me baby, so fucking good for me. I'm so proud of you." Fuck, you were in love with this man. Never had anyone ever pleased you the way he did and just had.

"Want you to fuck me Pete." You said, ready for the railing you were about to receive, walls clenching and unclenching around nothing.

"Since you've been so good for me, I think I can give you what you want. You want my cock, don't you?" He said as you nodded your head and he tutted. "What have I said about words?"

"Fuck me, Peter please. Just want your cock." You begged, hips raising off the bed in an effort to get him closer. He was now wedged between your legs, body on top of yours.

"As you wish my princess." He said, moving a piece of sweaty hair from your face. He placed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the contact. "Fuck, you're so goddam tight." He hissed as he fisted the bedsheets next to your head.

Your last two orgasms had caused you to be tighter than usual, you could feel every inch of him, every vein. You both moaned, fuck he felt amazing. He drew back before slamming into you, body moving further up the bed as he did.

"Fuck." You moaned, eyes rolling back into your head. His fists were still fisting the sheets as he fucked you into the mattress, every thrust jolting your body and fuck, this felt amazing.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." He praised as he continued to fuck into you, it was raw, hot, a third orgasm building. "Gonna come around my cock like the filthy little cumslut I know you can be." He said and shit, that drove you insane.

You were close, this was the first time in your life, you felt an orgasm build with no clit stimulation and Peter seemed to be the only man who could do that for you. It wasn't long before you went over the edge for a third time, this orgasm sending you into an almost frenzy.

You were hot, the third orgasm causing you to squeeze around him in a way that sent him over the edge, with a 'fuck' and moan of your name. You lost every sense for a moment as your body filled with nothing but pleasure.

Peter watched as your body fell into absolute bliss, something he'd never seen before, he was almost awestruck watching the way you climaxed, you looked so beautiful to him. He ripped the webbing from around you, allowing your hands to fall.

He took them in his own, interlacing your fingers, anchoring you as he pinned them next to your head, fucking you through the most intense orgasm he'd ever been apart of. He watched as your body stilled, eye shut and he panicked.

"Baby, hey, you okay?" He asked as he coaxed your eyes open. When he was met with your completely fucked out expression he relaxed. You were okay.

He rolled off you, clean up could wait, pulling you into his side. "You okay?" He asked carefully and you hummed.

"We need to do that more often." You said and Peter smiled, kissing your forehead.

"We certainly will but how about a bath right now?" He asked and watched as you lazily nodded before trying to make your own way there. You almost collapsed, Peter catching you.

"I don't think my legs work right now." You giggled and Peter smirked, full of pride.

"Let me take care of you Princess, did such a good job for me." He said as he picked you up bridal style and made his way towards the bathroom, to clean you up and look after you in whatever way you needed.

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Kinktober day 5 - Mirror sex

*gif is not mine*

Note - this is a bit of a rushed job. Because while I like August I didn't want to end the year on him lol. It has to be our husband. Thank you so so much for all the support and love all of you have shown me this past year, it's serves as a great motivation for me. I have a resolution of writing 200k in the next year so hopefully there's a lot more hoeness and happiness this coming year for us all. Love y'all❤

This is the last part and sequel to past self and messed up. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Warnings - 18+ only, Smut (m/f), daddy kink, light anal play, hints to threesomes, jealous Steve, cum play, rough sex, general nastiness.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2k

“I am so tired. I mean time travelling is fun and all but sooo exhausting,” you mumbled into the pillow as you laid face flat on your bed. The soft plush mattress providing some much needed comfort to your sore muscles.

After the snap both you and Steve had moved into a brownstone in Brooklyn, it was much smaller than your quarters in the compound but you never really liked having that much of a distance from him anyway.

Even if you weren’t doing anything, you’d prefer to do nothing with him. Just lounging around on like a couple of couch potatoes.

It was hard for him to not have much to do. With half the world gone and the Avengers broken up he spent most of his days volunteering and leading therapy groups. Telling others to move on, that’s what their loved ones would want for them, while not being able to do so himself. Blaming himself for everything that had happened.

He told you that having all that free time made his mind go to dark places, thinking of his past, of all the lives that he wasn’t able to save. And after years of denying that he needed any, he decided to go to therapy.

They were a tough few years. But everything was fine now. As fine as it could be. His friends were back, you joked about how Bucky and Tony had matching cyborg arms now, he laughed at that but they didn’t. There was still plenty of hostility there, he didn’t exactly expect them to become ‘bffs', as you’d called it, hopefully they’d learn to get along.

He unzipped your boots, pulling them off and massaging your feet, listening to you babble nonsense about all your theories about time travel.

He always called you his sunshine. It was an apt petname for you, you brought light into his life, you were his light at the end of the tunnel. After years of being alone, it was as if he was waiting for you all along.

While you had your share of breakdowns during those five years, lots of fights with him because you wanted to move on and not be stuck in the past. He agreed with you, he didn’t want to be stuck, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t give up on those he loved.

You were always there for him. His only solace during those dark times.

He had changed a lot, when he met you he was still the Captain, then he was on the run, living in shady motels and not knowing who the fuck he was.

He became a bit more melancholic after the snap, the whole world did, a lot needier for you and your attention and love. Because he was so grateful you weren’t gone.

If you had... he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

He knew it annoyed you because even though you loved him, that he didn’t doubt one bit, you also liked your independence. But he’ll always need you way more than you need him.

“Sunshine?” he called for your attention, his hands now moving up to your calves, applying just the little bit of pressure.

You giggled, looking over your shoulder to him as you felt your face heat up, “I swear, Steve, you’re so cheesy.”

“Do you...” he cleared his throat and then shook his head, it was stupid of him to even think something like that much less verbally express it to you.

You turned around, laying flat on your back, “What?”

“It’s silly,” he pressed his lips in a thin line.

“I don’t care, you still have to tell me. Come on,” you lightly kicked your legs which were on his lap.

“Do you ever wish... you were with someone closer to your age.”

He couldn’t look at you, even after all these years of being together he couldn’t be completely vulnerable--a life of rejection making him anticipate the worst.

“Why would you say that?” you sat up, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged.

It wasn’t just that you were younger, almost everyone was younger compared to him, but you had a young soul that would never grow old.

And he... he was no fun sometimes, how long would it take for you to grow tired of him. Did just you like the thrill of being on the run? When he was more edgier and rougher than he is now.

“I could never even imagine being with anyone but you,” you assured him.

He scoffed, “Didn’t seem like that when you were with him.”

“Oh, you mean ‘you'?” you cocked your head to the side, feigning innocence.

You knew how jealous your fawning over his past self’s beard had made him. To be honest, you would lose your shit if he acted that way towards any other woman, even if said woman was a version of you.

He shook his head, “Forget I said anything.”

“Wait,” you cupped his cheek, making him look at you, “You’re so jelly and needy sometimes, daddy.”

He bit the inside of his as you knelt on the floor before him, parting his legs, your hands fumbling with his belt but he stopped you by holding onto your wrists.

“We should get cleaned up...” he half heartedly tried to stop you but you managed to pull all his straps open and take his hardening erection out of his pants.

“We probably should...” you hummed, “But I guess I need to show daddy how much I love him,” peaking out your tongue to circle his leaking tip.

“I know you love me, sweetheart, but I just worry sometimes if I’m too old fashioned for you?” he wondered, letting out a shuddering moan as you took him in your mouth, looking up at him with your wide innocent eyes--always so full of life.

You swallowed around him, moaning at the familiar taste and scent of him, taking him deeper till he hit the back of your throat.

Steve being old fashioned did bother you a little at times. Not the part where he was an absolute gentleman, always holding the door open for you, paying for your dates. But where he always wanted to be the one protecting you. Taking care of you. Which was good, but he needs some loving too.

“Swallow it all, honey,” he instructed as he held your head down, his spend coating the back of your throat as you followed his command like a good girl.

Opening your mouth and holding out your tongue, “I did it, daddy,” you proclaimed proudly.

He prodded at your mouth with his fingers, under your tongue, to make sure that you got all of it, “Good girl,” he smiled as you suckled on his fingers, “you always need to have your mouth stuffed, honey, don’t you?”

You only nodded, letting out a pathetic whine when he pulled his fingers out with a loud pop.

“Let’s go shower, honey,” he said but then frowned when you shook your head.

“Are you done already? That’s it?” Don't say it, don’t... “Got another one in ya?”

You knew you were digging your own grave, of Steve wanted you he could literally fuck you for days, you had tried to ‘test' that on your honeymoon. To see who would give out first, your poor pussy or his unyielding supersoldier stamina.

Obviously he won and you were never able to complete your little experiment.

He gave you a fake sweet smile, dripping with--so much malice which was so not Steve. Gripping your hair he yanked you back to bare your neck to him, his other hand tracing your pulse point before wrapping around your neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure - because you were precious, he’d never want to actually hurt you, “I was going to make love to you in the shower, sweetheart.” he squeezed tighter as you choked, wrapping your tiny hands around his wrist, “But then you had to go and say that. What should we do with you?” he mused.

“Fuck me?” you sassed, while making love sounded nice, you would much rather have a good dicking down.

“No, you have to learn your lesson, honey. I maybe older but it only makes me better. I’ll have to show you I guess,” he tutted.

Hauling you up, with his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you both stood before the dressing mirror you had gotten a few months ago, pressing your cheek against its cool surface as he worked on the seams of your cat suit.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he confessed, ever since you had bought the large mirror, he liked to watch you as he took you apart in it, sometimes making you look, somehow that seemed to suck all your sass and feistiness and you’d just turn into a shy flustered mess in his arms, refusing to look at the mirror or at him.

Which would only fuel his lust, because he still had the ability to surprise you, even after he’d seen all of you. Felt all of your caverns, and you, intimately and knew them like the back of his hand.

“Never really got the opportunity to, now’s good a time as any, wouldn’t you agree?” he nibbled at the shell of your ear, smirking as you weakly nodded.

“You’re so good at doing what you’re told.” He pressed a kiss to your hair, kneeling behind you to rid you of your tight pants before burying his head between your legs.

Nudging your intimate lips apart with the lip of his tongue, “You’re already soaked, honey,” he observed, licking his lips to savor your taste before prodding at your second hole with his tongue, just so he could hear you gasp.

“Steve!” you exclaimed, not expecting that. While Steve was more of an ass man, he never wanted to fuck you or even touch you there. But after a lot of course convincing from your side he had to give in.

He bit the flesh of your buttocks before speaking against it, “Since you like having all your holes stuffed, maybe I should call Bucky to help me out sometime...”

“Really?!” you perked up, looking down at him over your shoulder.

He didn’t give you an answer, instead fucking you with his tongue tillyou were quivering around him, crying out loud, as the mirror fogged up.

“Bucky’s nice...” you mumbled incoherently as he rose to his feet, his nails digging into your hips as he picked you up till you were standing on your top toes to meet his height. Sheathing his hard length inside you in one firm thrusts as he stayed still to let you get used to him.

“Hm. Am I not nice?” you saw him frown behind in his reflection, “I buy you whatever you want. Give you whatever you want, don’t I? Apparently it’s not enough for you. You’re getting too spoiled, I need to start saying no,” he drove each word home with hard thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix, his warm breath brushing the back of your neck.

“NOOO,” you whined, tears streaming down your face at such an outrageous prospect. Steve never said no to you. Not even when you literally asked for a threesome with his past self. “I was saying...” You tried to say but moaned as he pinched your clit, trying to jerk away from him but his firm hold on you made it impossible. “That he’s nice...” you panted, “Slow down, please!”

He hummed to make a show of thinking about it but then fastened his pace, twisting your clit between his fingers as he watched your face in the mirror.

“No.”

“He’s nice.... but he’s not you,” you wailed, clenching around him as your climax washed over you.

He had to hold onto your waist, so you wouldn’t collapse on your shaky leg, he smiled, “That’s very touching, doll.” He said.

“’is the truth.”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing it with Bucky though. He knows you’re mine.” Unlike a certain someone who was dumb enough to think he had any claim on you, “Can you hold for me?” he asked as you nodded.

Planting your hands against the mirror you braced yourself as he fucked you from behind, filling you up to the brim with his warmth.

“Okay then. You wouldn’t find me kicking him out of my bed...” you giggled.

#steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #chris evans x you #kinktober

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coldmilkcreamery · 4 years ago

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung sungchan x male reader 🌹

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2045

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: sungchan lends you a pair of jeans a whiff too tight and immediately regrets doing so.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: a lot and i mean a LOT of pet names, also, cringe 😬

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 ⭐️

𝗮/𝗻: sooo, we’re back ig! and oh my god did i enjoy writing this and how perfect the gif i found is for the story just made it all the more entertaining 😂😂 so hope you enjoy!! we’ve had this in our drafts for suuuuchh a long time but we only found it in ourselves to post it now :p ahaha, consider this a comeback of some sorts?

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

“God I’ve missed you.” Sungchan says with bated breaths as he nuzzles his chin against the crook of your neck from across the driver's seat.

“Jesus Sungchan, it’s been less than 12 hours since you last saw me.” You giggle as he presses his lips against your jaw.

“You even had dinner at my—” He cuts you off, grabbing the back of your head and pushing your lips onto his. “—place.” You weakly continue.

“Shhh.” He says, halting your speech, laying a finger on your lips as the rest scramble to unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Sungchan.”

“Shhhhh.” He slurs, even longer this time as the seatbelt springs up to your shoulders before disappearing into the seat.

A gentle kiss takes the place of his index finger on your lips. Sungchan’s tongue rams into yours and both of your lips vibrate as mewls spew from them.

“Sungchan, we should stop.” You chuckle, pushing him off of you. “We’re in a car.” You add, succeeding your hasty and intermittent breaths.

“Fine.” Sungchan obliges, his lips pressed into a petulant pout as he shuts down the engines.

You look at the parking space ahead, the headlights forming strings of yellow in the fast-paced rainfall. He reaches over to twist the key digging into the steering wheel, knocking over a cup of coffee in his path.

“S-Sungchan, honey?” You quiver under the gush of liquid making waves over your jeans.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Sungchan’s palms slide up his face and into his scalp. “Are you hurt baby boy?” He drags his words through pressed lips.

“I-I’m fine.” You stutter as he babies your cheeks with his palms, rubbing and squeezing them, his doe eyes staring into your slightly irritated look.

“Do you have an extra pair?” You ask, reaching behind your backrest for a towel.

“I do actually.” Sungchan beams, ripping his hands off of your cheeks. “Renjun left one at my place, I was going to drop it off one of these days, but I suppose you could use it.”

“Renjun’s!?” You howl. “That’s not gonna fit me!”

“They’re a little baggy on him, so they’ll just be a bit tight.” He replies, as he takes the towel from you. “Here, let me.”

Sungchan watches you with a lidded gaze as his hands stroke your thigh, which took the brunt of the spill, with a towel. He makes rounds in the area before roaming your inner thigh and ultimately wandering to your crotch.

“Don’t.” You bite back with a squinted glare, catching his tongue slip out of the crevice of his lips to dampen them. “My god Sungchan, less than a day since you last saw me, less than a day.”

“Not my fault my little baby boy’s such a hottie.” Sungchan briskly winks, his petulant tone sugarcoats the obscenity of his remark.

“Just give me the pants.” You restlessly reach your hand out. “And I’m not that short, you’re just a giant.”

“Here you go baby.” He cooes as he catapults the pair into your palms, garnering a soft and whiny ‘thank you’ from you as you reach for the tab of your zipper.

Your fingers stall its teeth as you sit the pants beside your lap. Catching a set of eyes from the corner of your sight, your head creeps up towards them.

“What are you waiting for?” A voice emerges from the pair of eyes staring at you.

“N-nothing, it’s just that,” You pause, rubbing the back of your neck.

“What?” Sungchan inches closer, wrapping his arm around one shoulder.

“You’re staring at me.”

Sungchan bursts into noisy and unrestrained peals of laughter, occasionally shaken by his head making swings backwards. He plants his hand on his puffing abdomen as he tries to stifle his laughter.

“I’m your boyfriend.” He manages to cough out in his wheezing fit. “If anything, I’d like to see you remove even more than your pants.” He adds, shooting you a perky wink, tugging at your cheeks again.

“I—” You stammer, eyes wide as your cheeks burn red.

“Aww, is my precious pumpkin getting shy?” Sungchan interrupts you, pursing his lips and furrowing his brows as he pinches your cheeks. Again.

You slap his hand away, inhaling sharply, retracting a fist to threaten a punch. Two fingers from each hand hook into the waistband of the pants as your legs squirm into the pair.

“Ok, I’m done, let’s go.” You pant for air as your feet pop out of the bottom hems. A lewd smirk surfacing Sungchan’s lips narrows your eyes at him.

“What now?” You let out a raspy groan.

“Nothing.” Sungchan brings a fist up to his lips, to shield his grin. “Just, a little tight don’t you think?” He snorts, eyeing the jean’s stretched seams and the creaseless bulge ballooning from under its fly.

“You bi—”

“I don’t mind though.” He giggles, his fingers making another voyage to your cheeks before being swatted away by your hands.

“You look good.” Sungchan’s eyes flicker up and down your body as he lightly bites at his bottom lip. Little did Sungchan know that he wouldn’t be the only one to think so.

Had he known how much attention the fit of Renjun’s pants would draw, he would have very much rather wasted the little money left in his wallet to buy you a pair. Not that he thought you didn’t already have one though.

Sungchan coughs out an exasperated huff as you stroll past probably the third group of women he’s caught ogling your lower body since you got to the shopping district.

You and Sungchan come across yet another woman. He catches her passes at flirting, tucking hair behind her ears, shy smile, looking down, discrete grooming and shoots her a stringent glare.

His wrist curls into the palm of your hand and his fingers snake onto your knuckles as he hauls you away from her. You look at his hand and tighten your grip on it.

“Sungchan, babe,” You call out smiling, prodding his shoulder as you take notice of his glum frown. “sweetie.”

“Dude.” Your voice is raised slightly and your nudges get heftier with the silence. “Hyung!”

“Y-yes babe?” His voice is shaky as he glares into the distance.

“What’s wrong?” You reach up to rub his back. “Why the long face?”

“Nothing baby.” Sungchan’s flexed brows and firm pout let loose. His expression softens as he briskly looks to you with a delicate smile.

“I’m hungry, let’s go have lunch.” He urges, dragging you to the food court, this time stringing his whole arm around yours so that your elbows are touching.

“Okay.” You reply, curling your forearm up and cuffing Sungchan’s bicep in your hand on the way to a restaurant.

“I’ll get that for you.” One of the workers by the counter approaches your table, picking up a couple of baskets and the checkered, oil stained liners on them.

“Thank you.” Sungchan’s eyes crinkle as he rests his forearms on the now emptied table. Looking over the screen of his phone, his smile dissipates.

Her eyes wander to your lower half. Her cheeks burn red as she brushes chunks of hair on either side of her forehead behind her ears.

Here we go again, Sungchan mentally groans..

“I-I’ll get going.” She squeaks, waddling back to her counter to dispose of the trash.

Sungchan manages to grab hold of pieces of tissue. His fists clench on top of the table, fingertips digging into his palms and ripping the paper towels.

“She better.” He mumbles, lower lip jutting further out as the rigid edges of the ripped up tissues peer out between his fingers.

“What was that hun?” You furrow your brows at him, eyes emerging from the top of your phone.

“N-nothing.” He stammers, his twitching eyes locked onto the back of the waitress as teeth grit behind his adhered lips. “Why don’t we order our food?”

“Sure.” You smile. “I’ll place our orders.”

“Wait what?” His eyes widen, jerking to you as you get up to approach the counter. The curve of Sungchan’s frown deepens as he watches you approach the busser who cleaned your table a while ago spiral into a flustered mess.

He stares up from under strands of hair at the both of you. Acute giggles spray out of her toothy smile. She brushes chunks of hair from either side of her forehead behind her ears as she hands you a pen to sign your receipt.

She was trying to flirt. With his boyfriend.

And to make things worse, she wasn’t even trying to be discrete about it. Sungchan’s pouted lips tremble, going agape as he watches the girl eye you up and down in a way only he’s supposed to.

His palms land on the armrests of his chair as he elevates from his seat. You arrive at your table with a tray of food, stopping Sungchan from standing up.

“Sungchan.”

“Hello! You there?” You wave in front of his eyes as you rest the tray of food on your table.

“U-uh yeah? W-what?” Sungchan stammers.

“You want anything else?”

He grins weakly and shakes his head, looking back at you. He sits back down, now staring blankly at the swiveling cubes of ice in the paper cup in front of him.

“Here’s a cup of water and the coffee you ordered.” The same girl from the counter squeals.

She slips on her heel which causes the tray in her hands to dip on one side, spilling water from the collar of your shirt down to its bottom. A scoff spews from Sungchan as he catches the knowing smirk form on her lips.

“First my pants and now my shirt.” You sigh, looking at Sungchan as your arms hover over the wet patch of your shirt.

“O-oh I-I’m so sorry!” She covers the smirk at the bottom of her face with her hands. “Here, let me wipe that for you.”

A blank and expressionless smile materializes from Sungchan’s expression. “It’s no big deal, let me do it.”

“N-no sir, let me, it’s my job.” The girl bows only for Sungchan to help her torso up which causes her to flinch slightly.

“No, please, I know you’re busy, let me.” He exhales deeply, seeming to bite his teeth at the last few words.

“But sir—”

“Listen to me while I’m asking nicely.” He whispers maliciously, tilting his head and raising a brow over his twitching eye, causing you to flinch this time.

“Let me do it. And while I’m at it, I want you to pack our food for take out, and Get. Away. From. My. Boyfriend. Got it?” Sungchan seethes, staring her down with a wide-eyed glare.

“Follow me.” Sungchan rasps, after ripping the packed up leftovers from the girls fingers.

Both of your brows raise as a squeak jumps from the girl’s throat. Your lips curve into a lopsided smile to stifle your laughter. You now know why Sungchan had been acting so weird the whole day.

Sungchan’s always been the clingy, protective, cannot be alone for more than five minutes type. It does annoy you at times but on occasions like this, it really shows how much he loves you.

“To where?” You ask, continuing to suppress potential laughter.

“I’m buying you a pair of pants.” He continues, glaring into the distance squeezing your hand in his. “And a new shirt.”

“Why?” You question blankly.

Sungchan’s eyes flicker to you before jolting away. “A-aren’t you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all.” You taunt.

“B-bu—” Sungchan stammers.

“But what?”

“I-I—”

“You what?”

“I-II just don’t like how every girl we pass by stares you up and down like you’re some piece of meat.” Sungchan whines, lips firmly pressed together.

“Jealous much?” A smirk balloons from your lips.

“O-only I should be allowed to look at you like that.” He whines, looking down with a frown.

Heaving a sigh, you succumb to your own laughter. “Love you babe.” You coo, pinching Sungchan’s cheek.

“You’re mine and only mine, you know that right?” Sungchan grabs you into his embrace, sliding the back of his fingers up and down your jaw.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 02.23.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.27.21

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missamyrisa2 · 2 years ago

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my gf and i have started introducing tickling into our sex life and she told me she wants me to make her cum by tickling her with feathers and paintbrushes. she's a pretty shy and submissive lee and loves to be teased and gets flustered really easily. i want to make it a fun experience for her. any tips for tickling and teasing her well?

Oooh the brushy soft ticklegasm is such a delight ~<3 And with a flustery ticklee you've got quite the package my dear~ sooo my technique with an adorably sweet ticklee like this is to start with the snuggles. I would be cuddling up, letting my body and soft outfit graze their skin as I carefully and slowly strip away their clothes, tossing them aside one piece at a time. The lower royal spots are tempting to show love first, but it's soo fun and tickly to start with the nipples, exploring around in circles with the supple brush and mixing in the occasional kiss and lick (or suckle, if they're into it~<3). It's like a little overture, a preview of the tickles and teases to come and cum. Being up at the chest also allows you to lay down a lovely layer of verbal coos and compliments. I never let up with my little admirations and exclamations, making sure they know how cute I find every reaction and twitch, how adorable all those sounds are, and that they need to be tickled and teased. A flustery lee will probably try to explain away their ticklishness or deny their cuteness, and that's always the perfect time to really taunt~ saying I'm just gonna have to tickle and tickle until you admit it ~<3

But it's so hard to stay in upper deck foreplay forever when there's sweet elegant buttons to push below. The journey downward is an important one, it sets the tone of what's to come. I love doing the kisses on each nipple, taking them between my lips and brushing and sucking softly to get their motor really revved before I begin kissing downward, making a trail in the center to their navel as my fingers ever so lightly spider from the underarms following closely to my head. My kisses lead the way, muah muah all the way down with loving prints and pauses to brush against their sensitive skin~ while my fingers are a step behind lightly stroking the ribs and teasing their sides with brisk rubbings. My tongue dips into the bellybutton while we pause for silly tickles, and then it's onward and downward. This is a wonderful setup to arrive between their legs with a loving triangle of kisses around their button while my fingers part their thighs and start stroking playfully. They'll think the kisses are going to continue and some wonderful pleasures are coming, but this is where the tickles ramp up instead ~ it's such a mean lil tease but very much softened with some sass and uh-uh gotta tickle this button first ~<3

Picking the correct tool to start with is super important, because you have to keep that momentum rolling. And the right tool really depends on the ticklee. If they're super squirmy at this point and not tied down, the feather may not be the best option because you really need to be slow and deliberate and let them feel that impossibly soft tip tickling the button. If you can get a good grip or they'll listen to a ~stay~ command, start with the feather. The long drag on the side of the clit, taking the full length of the feather's edge is suuuuch an electric move and will step the tickles up quickly if done correctly. I love to alternate the long stroke with positioning my fingers to hold around the button while the tip of the feather gently dips and bobs down to dance on the surface ~ this is particularly useful if they have a good swell going on ~<3 If you opt to start with the brush, it's just as lovely. A good makeup brush can coat that adorable button easily, no matter how much they writhe and struggle ~ and I love how the makeup brush is like the girliest tickle tool, you can really use that in your verbal taunts to fluster your lee more, remarking how the blushy blushy brushy brush is making their clitty so blushy ~hmm is it the brush or maybe they're blushing on their cute buttony button~ A fine tip brush is just as useful for those precision tickles with twirls and strokes ~ if you really know you're ticklee's button map, this one can be sooo deadly and it pairs nicely with the disengenous tickle tease, y'know saying I don't know why you're so squirmy it's just a tiny little paintbrush I mean can you even feel this? That can't possible tickle, nope it doesn't tickle at all huh? You're really showing me how bad I am, acting like you're laughing and moaning so much. You're so sweet to do that~<3

At this point you can work two tools ~ it's a delight to get that rhythm going where you have a feather tracing their lips up and down and a brush dancing on the swollen clitty. Keep your smiles and knowing smirks up, this is sooo helpful in keeping a ticklee teetering, seeing your facial expression flipping between concentrating on their buttons with a smirk and a warm delighted smile when you make eye contact. And of course, call it a clitty. Talk about their girlihood. Coo over those royal areas and their elegance. If your ticklee isn't soo blushy and twisting at your words you need to step up your verbal game~ it's like having an intangible tickle tool at your disposal which they cannot get away from or block~<3 And from there it's really a rinse and repeat ~ alternate the tools, keep that button always covered in tickly attention, reach up and get the navel and nipples occasionally or shock with a graspy tickle on a hot spot. But most of all, don't give in to a heavier pleasure ~ my final tip is to find the hottest spots and touches for them and then immediately move on to another spot acting like you didn't notice that super giggle moany reaction. And then go back to it and refuse to move from that hot spot until they're a giggling melted mess. The brushy feathery ticklegasm can be a lengthy journey but it's sooo wonderful and lovely and afterwords you'll have the best cuddles ever ~ well, after you make sure to layer some extra teasy kissy tickles on those thighs in the post-ticklegasm period<3

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katie-writes24 · 4 years ago

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Twisted Sheets

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: SMUT! Oral sex, fingering, loss of virginity (kinda), also another dirty thing at the end that I don’t want to physically write out, language, fluffy beginning, alcohol, translated French, terrible innuendos and an increasing amount of shameless writing

W o w, so I’m just gonna leave this here while I’m trying to come up with an ending to my next Laurens fic! I am struggling and it is way overdue, sooooo have this which I wrote like eight months ago? Anyways, this is literally just....like I see fics where it just focuses on Y/N when it’s going down and I- don’t look at me like that, I know you think about how it would go down to! I combined it so- nvm just...you’ll see. Sooo yeah...I should be ashamed with the vast amount of detail I think I added, but you know what, you dirty little fuckers have probably done worse! Give me some feedback and enjoy!

It was their five month anniversary, and Hercules just came home from work to find the table set with some food. He smiled and looked into the kitchen to find Y/N and John dancing to music. Lafayette was bobbing his head and picking out some wine.

Hands snuck around his waist and he felt a kiss against his back. "Happy anniversary, beloved," Alex whispered in his ear and Herc turned around to give him a kiss.

"Happy anniversary," He took off his shoes and ran to the bedroom real quick to change out of his clothes.

"Mon amours, you're gonna burn the food," Lafayette set out glasses on the table and looked to find Y/N and John still in their own little world.

"Guys, I'm not eating burnt lasagna," Alex moves passed them and took the food out of the oven.

"My garlic knots!" Y/N races to the top oven and pulled the bread out, hearing Alex snicker. She punched his arm. “It's not funny."

"It is when it would've been your fault," Alex smirked and went to sit at the table, Hercules coming out of the room with sweatpants and a lose t-shirt on.

"There you are," John went over and gave him a passionate kiss. "Happy anniversary!" Lafayette made his way over and greeted the man the same.

Y/N came out of the kitchen, bowl in hand and sat down next to Herc and Alex, rubbing the formers leg and giving him a kiss.

Laf raised his glass and smiled, "Joyeux anniversaire, mon amours!" They all clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

They talked about their day, and how grateful they were that it was finally the weekend. They've been in their new apartment for two months, and while Herc still worked, the rest of them stayed at home most of the time.

"This is great, babygirl," John said around a mouthful of salad, earning him a kick from Herc.

"Thanks, you helped," Y/N stuck her third garlic knot into her mouth and got snickers from the boys. "Don't test a girl and her bread."

Once they were all done eating, Alex and Herc did the dishes, while Laf cleaned up the table. John and Y/N went to the couch and browsed for a movie to watch.

They decided on some Hugh Jackman movie none of them had seen, and about forty minutes in there was a graphic sex scene.

The couch groaned when Laf shifted in his seat. He was on one end, with Herc in the middle and Y/N on the other end. Alex was laying on John on the couch next to them, and suddenly Alex popped his head up and looked at John with a smirk.

"You want some help with that?" His whisper made John shiver, and he struggled to get into a sitting position.

"Wh-what, what do you mean?" John was getting nervous, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially when he saw Y/N look over at the commotion.

"Dude, you're hard," Alex gave him his space, but still looked down at the obvious dick print on his pants. John flushed in embarrassment, making Alex speak softer, "There's nothing wrong with that."

They brought it up before. They've all been dating for five months, there was obviously an urge. They were all new to it, none of them knew where to start with having sex with five people at once. Laf had made some dirty comments that got Alex all hot and bothered, but John shyed away from the idea, saying it was too early. They all had an unspoken agreement that their first time had to be with everyone, together.

"It is a night of celebration," Laf paused the movie, and looked towards the freckled boy. "And you're obviously ready for a party."

John blushed further at his predatory look, still not making eye contact. Herc ran a hand up Y/N’s thigh and it made her shift.

"We won't force you, John, if that's what you're worried about," Y/N looked at him sincerely. She obviously wanted to do it, but she wouldn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

"No, I want to," John finally looked up, taking a deep breath. "I do, trust me..."

Alex started kissing up his neck, and it made him get lost in thought.

"Then let's get this party started," Alex whispered in his ear and it made him whimper.

"I'm a virgin!" He decided to rip off the band aid, screaming out his fear.

It got quiet. John had his eyes closed, and his heart was beating rapidly. What if this was the breaking point?

"Okay," Hercules got up from the couch and crouched in front of him, resting a hand over his cheek. John finally opened his eyes when Herc said, "Nothing wrong with that, either. We'll go slow, if you'd let us?”

John glanced to see all the flustered looks turn into ones of understanding. "You're...you guys aren't upset?"

"Why would we be upset, babe?" Alex looked at him curiously. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Hell, I'm still a virgin some places."

That made Y/N scratch her neck shyly, feeling her face heat up.

"We'll go slow," Herc took his hands in his, rubbing his thumb on the backside. "Is that okay?"

John looked around to see four people who loved him, who he loved.

Slow.

"Okay," John nodded, and then Herc was leading him into the bedroom. Behind them, Alex had pulled Y/N up, giving her a toe-curling kiss. It made Laf bite his lip and then Y/N was intertwining their fingers and pushing them towards the bedroom.

John and Herc were making out on the bed, and Laf snuck up behind John and started kissing his neck. Alex shut the door and wrapped his arms around Y/N, walking them over to their lovers.

"So, uh," John scratches the back of his neck, looking at his partners. "How do we start this?"

"We'll go slow," Laf reminded him. “What do you want to do?"

John closed his eyes softly and thought it over. He didn't want to do anything too far tonight, he didn't want to get overwhelmed. Y/N sensed this and sat next to him on the bed.

"I wanna watch someone give you a blowjob," She shrugged at Herc’s surprised look at her bluntness, but made John groan nonetheless. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, hell yeah," John grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss.

Herc started undressing himself, watching Laf do the same. Y/N moves onto John's neck, sucking a bruise onto his collar bone. Laf ran a hand up her backside and pulled at the hem of her shirt.

"Let me undress you, mon amours," He sat up and pulled John's shirt off him, taking in his broad chest and soft muscles. Him and Alex had the same kind of frame, and he's seen both many times before, but never like this.

Herc ran his hand through Johns curls and tugged a little, noticing the wince of delight coming from him. Alex helped Y/N take her shirt off, smirking at the bra she wore.

"It's nothing special," She scoffed. Alex shook his head and kissed her.

"Doesn't have to be," He whispered against her lips. "You're special enough."

Laf pulled off her shorts as she sat up, running a hand slowly over her ass, looking up to see her softly bite her lip. He smirked and turned to see Herc watch hungrily.

"Now, I believe the lady asked to see a blowjob?" Alex sunk down on his knees, pulling John further down onto the bed. Laf got up and walked around, wanting to watch the show. Herc took his place and wrapped comforting hands around John's upper body. Fingers wrapped around the hem of his boxers and tugged hesitantly.

"I'm gonna take these off, okay?" Alex looked up to see dark eyes, full of lust and anxiousness. John nodded and gasped as he pulled the fabric off slowly.

Y/N went over to Laf's side, caressing his cheek with her blunt nails. They both watched Alex stroke John's cock, pulling his foreskin back and watching precum leak from the tip.

Alex slowly licked up his base, and John moaned loudly, moving a hand up to cover his mouth.

"No, no," Herc took his hand and intertwined it with his own. "None of that, we want to hear you."

John felt goosebumps on his skin, feeling eyes on him. He looked up to see Laf and Y/N completely flustered.

Alex finally moved his mouth down, going about halfway down and hearing his boyfriend moan. He felt himself get uncomfortable with the restriction in his pants, and noticed that he was the only one fully dressed. But that would have to wait.

Herc snaked his hand around John's chest and tugged at a nipple. He grew harder by the second at his moans and Alex's mouth wrapped around his dick. Y/N squeezed her thighs together, and it didn't go unnoticed. Laf smirked as she squirmed, caressing a hand over the back of thigh, making her shiver.

"Fuck, Alex," John threw his head back against Herc's chest, gasping as Alex took him fully into his mouth.

Soon enough, Alex was sucking hard, rubbing the inside of John's thighs and licking around the tip. John's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a shuddering gasp and eventually came down his throat.

Laf rubbed himself through his boxers, and Y/N covered his hand with hers, earning a gasp from the man.

As Alex pulled his shirt over his head, John looked back and kissed Herc, moaning into his mouth. "I want to suck you.”

Herc quickly moved off the bed, kneeling one leg by John’s shoulder. He lowered his boxers to his thighs and John started stroking his cock, Herc groaning at the sensation.

"Y/N, come here," Herc looked back and saw the girl looking completely overwhelmed. And she hasn't even done anything but watch.

She got on all fours, facing Laf still, her backside to Herc, and John watched her underwear fold in as her legs bent.

"Take them off, babe," He looked up and found Herc looking at him eagerly. John reached up with his free hand and pulled down her panties. She gasped and Laf stepped out of his own underwear. Alex was finally naked, too, stroking himself while watching the scene before him.

Y/N pulled Laf towards her and began to lick the tip of his cock, pulling at his ball sack and feeling Herc run a fingertip up her wetness.

Alex sighed as Laf pulled him over and got a hand on him, kissing behind his ear and moaning.

"Holy shit," Y/N gasped as Herc put a finger in her, pulling off Laf and adjusting to the feeling. John's eyes got wide as he saw his finger disappear into her, making a squelching sound.

Moans filled the room as they all tried to take in everything. Herc was holding back, trying not to fuck into Johns mouth. He had a hand on Herc's ass and the other was stroking what he couldn’t hold in his mouth.

Y/N moaned around Laf and his face scrunched up in pleasure. He slurred to himself and kept the pace on Alex's cock. Alex gripped his shoulder as he whispered how good Y/N’s mouth looked around Laf's dick.

Herc sped up the pace, thrusting two fingers into her pussy at a speed that made her tremble. She fisted the sheets in her hands and bobbed her head quicker, trying to get Laf to release.

John was close, again. Hearing all the dirty noises that was coming from his partners did something to him. He loved the feeling of Herc on his tongue; he sucked harder and soon Herc was grabbing his hair and pulling out of his mouth. He stroked his cock fast, cumming on John's chest with a grunt.

Alex watched with dark eyes, thrusting into Laf's big hand and feeling his toe curls. Laf turned to give him a deep kiss, moving his hand faster.

Y/N had been neglected as Hercules bathed in the afterglow; but soon enough he put three fingers in her and focused on curling his fingers and making her cum only seconds later.

The vibrations against his cock made Laf finish in her mouth, some leaking out. That did it for Alex, watching her cheeks hallow and Laf's semen leak down her chin. It was a complete sin.

Heavy breathing filled the room. Y/N pulled off and before she could wipe her chin, Alex leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. It was something filthy; it made John's eyes go wide when he saw Alex run his tongue over her jaw.

He got so lost in the sight that he startled when he felt a hand run over his hip. Laf looked down at him with a smirk, and proceeded to lick Herc's cum off his chest.

"Shit," John's head fell back against the pillows and he let out a sigh. Herc moaned and sat down next to him.

Laf licked all the way up into John's mouth, going slow and making him taste their lover.

Alex put his hand on Herc’s shoulder and gave him a deep kiss, “That’s hot."

"Totally," Herc looked up at him with complete love, holding onto the hand on his shoulder.

Y/N threw wet rags at them, alreayd having thrown on a nightshirt. “I'm not sleeping with sticky men."

"Don't worry, ma cheri," Laf headed to the bathroom, looking her up and down as he said, "I got it all off."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help purse her lips. Herc was smirking and she threw a rag at his head.

Once they all cleaned up, they settled in bed, all throwing on new underwear.

Y/N had fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, John snuggling close next to her, softly snoring. Laf was looking at something on his phone while Herc snuggled on the other side of John.

"That was fun," Herc looked at the two sleeping with a smile. "Really fun..."

"That it was," Alex pulled back his sheets and waited for Lafayette to come over and scoot towards Y/N. Alex cuddled behind the Frenchman and closed his eyes. "By the way, I'm totally fucking one of you next time."

Laf laughed, "Funny you think you're the one doing the fucking."

"Yeah, Alex, you're totally gonna be the one getting fucked," Herc whispered and heard the man gasp in shock.

"Shhhh," John reaches over and hit Herc in the chest, making the three giggle at his crankiness.

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