#bc when a girl is offering to let you dick her down if you just wash your hands

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

shout out to my bf for being the first guy to not look at me like I was crazy when I asked him to wash up before we had sex

[p0rk-guts]

Velvette if she served cunt

Design breakdown below 👇🏾(BEWARE IT'S VERY LONG)

Alright going into detail about my gripes and edits. Like Velvette but her design is just. Not good to me. None of her (main) outfit details look like they fit to me— pinstripe pants + long fur coat paired with black crop top and scene sleeves? Skull earrings? TINKERBELL HEELS????? Tell me how any of that meshes well or even makes SENSE for the social media influencer persona she's supposed to have going on. Now that I think about it I'm pretty sure she's supposed to be clown themed... But I'm just gonna toss that idea out bc being a revered social media influencer and a clown at the same time just seems a bit oxymoronic to me, and the "clown" details aren't adding shit for me.

And don't think I forgot about her features. Pale ash grey skin and wavy hair at best. If she was supposed to be some type of creature where a nonhuman skin tone would make sense then maybe I could let it go?? But as far as I can tell she doesn't have an object or creature or animal theme like the other V's and if she does I shouldn't need to do detective work to figure it out. There is no reason for *any* of these poc characters to have grey skin, especially since they don't have any other poc features at all.

Sorry that shit gets me heated anyways. Onto my redesign. Gave her a more obviously black skin tone and textured hair bc I love a 30 inch buss down as much as the next girl but considering how there are no significant poc cast members with visibly textured hair I think she deserves to flaunt some coils if no one else will.

Ngl I'm not. A fashion girlie. Idk what's trendy idk what screams "influencer" so a lot of this was just throwing shit at the wall that I've seen around recently but it looks cute enough to me. And there was a bit of inspiration taken from Aliyahcore and ghetto fabulous fashion ❤️

If you can't tell this is shamefully inspired by lovesart23's Velvette reimagining because imo they had some outstanding ideas for Vel. I low-key stole their idea for those floating eyes in her hair that follow her around and help her keep tabs on shit it was just a superb idea for a social media overlord to me. I also took some inspo from @furbtasticworksofart 's redesign because vampire influencer sucking up the souls of her followers in exchange for content??? Too good (also the eyes were supposed to have bat/vamp wings I just forgot 😭) So yeah she's a vampire demon now. Without the features she was looking too human anyhow. Maybe she also feeds off of the energy of her followers through tech like after Vox mind controls them or whatever... Idk idk is that anything

Speaking of Vox, the screen glasses are meant to connect her to him w/ their color and shape while serving the purpose of being like a second phone she can post and check the web with. Like lovesart said in their reimagining vid, Vel doesn't really do more than pose for selfies and scroll on her phone when it comes to social media so in my head she's constantly flipping her shades on and off, using them to scroll and stay active, and they can show when she's not paying attention or respect to something/someone bc scrolling is more worth her time in the moment.

The hearts everywhere are also supposed to kinda represent social media likes + connect her back to Val w/ his heart patterns. That might've been what the hearts in her og design were for but. I just didn't like their placement bc I'm a nitpicker and a hater❕

I have so much more I could say about possible ideas for Velvette because I love evil black girls and I only want them to succeed in my media and I could treat her so much BETTER but I'll refrain bc this is way too long anyway.

Alright for reading/scrolling through all that rambling I offer you the sketches + some alt hair ideas I had

P.S. I'm very open to constructive criticism but if I see anyone just dick riding in my replies or rb's I'm just blocking you on sight ✌🏾

[hearts4chriss]

Princess.

bad boy! Chris x nerd! Poc reader

prompt: Chris notices you, just a regular girl, pretty nerd, focused on her studies and nothing else, Chris has this attraction to you, his goal is to get ur attention and absolutely destroy you and ur innocence all together, a school project just might be his trick

inspired by: @luv4kozume my mama and talented queen go read her shit now

Part 7

warnings: reader is on BC!! overstimulation, rough sex ( p in v ), degrading, hair pulling, use of pet names ( good girl, sweetheart, baby ), ass slapping, teasing, manipulation ??, aftercare tho!!

“Fucking hell” I say to myself, I had a project with the nerd. Now ur probably like “Chris she’s just a nerd come on” She’s not ur regular nerd, she’s just innocent as shit, never had sex, never received head or pleasure from anyone focussed on her studies but I’ve heard her talk to her friends, she’s got a dirty mouth one i'd love to put to good use.

the second we got assigned partners for a chemistry project a smirk curved across my lips. I see her turn back to me and give me an innocent welcoming smile. fuck that was enough to make cum in my pants. the way her clear glasses sit on her cute little nose, her plump lips with a layer of gloss on them. and damn that uniform on her.

the way her skirt rides up when she sits down allowing me to get a good look at her ass, I see her light purple panties from here just a bit. Nobody else was looking at her, more focused on the basic ass bitches whose asses were purposely exposed. whores.

Fuck I couldn't take my eyes off her, the way she pulled her skirt down in the back, she could bare the fact the school's skirts were so short her ass was poking out. Her stockings climb up her thighs and her dress shoes dangle off her feet, the blazer fits perfectly around her skirt, and the white button-up shirt school rules top two buttons for all girls must be undone, Fuck- her tits sat so perfectly in it,

And then shit don't get me started on the tie. I've always pictured me putting mine around her pulling it as I fucked her. She was so damn innocent, the way she'd look back every now and then to see me because we were partners and give me that same smile innocent smile, as I was thinking about ruining her pussy. The only thing stopping me was the fact we were in class, but shit- I swear when I have her alone I was gonna fuck her so good, ruin her innocence entirely.

Eventually class was over and so was school, which meant It was about to just us.

Your Pov now

I got up from my seat and made my way out of class to wait for chris, I readjust my glasses and apply some more lip gloss.

The boy walks out and I give him a small smile and he gives me a smirk looking down at me and biting his lip, I just shrug it off and he opens his car door for me and we start driving back to his house

"Are you excited about our project Chris?" I asked him softly trying to kill the silence

Fuck her voice, it was so soft and sweet. just imaging her moaning was even better, I let out a soft groan feeling my dick press against my pants before I respond to her.

“Oh yeah for sure I cant wait.” to fuck ur brains out till you can't take it anymore.

We arrived at his house and we walked inside and his parents weren't home so he offered to work in his room and I nodded and we walked. upstairs into it and sat on his bed.

I smiled and took my computer out and laid on my stomach and began to start a slide show.

Fuck- does she know what she's doing? I felt my dick get even harder a small wet spot appearing on my pants.

I sat and watched this hot nerd on my bed and realized.

We were not gonna get anything done tonight.

I began to un do my belt and slip my pants and boxers down, I tossed my blazer on the floor and my shirt and tie approaching her.

I slowly lifted up her skirt and pull her light purple panties down staring at her bare ass, she had no idea. Fuck the surprise she was in for.

I press my dick against her sliding into her as she let out a moan fuck she was so tight.

“Chris- wh- o-oh god”- she moaned, it rang in my ears.

“is this okay?” I asked, I wanted to make sure she was okay with what I was about to do to her.

“mmph- y-yes- she stutters” I could hear her struggling it was pretty cute.

I took her skirt off and blazer allowing me to grip her hips and thrust in her quickly, her moans growing louder as I moved her computer to my nightstand.

“Ur pussy's so tight baby fuck-“ I groan as her wetness coated my dick allowing me to start pounding into her, her moans got louder as she moans my name and fuck did it turn me.

“Fuck c'mere-“I say impatiently arching her back and pushing her face into the pillow before pounding into her again.

“C-chris o-oh god-“ she cries out gripping my sheets as I saw her glasses fogging up from her heavy breathing, I knew this was probably a lot for her but I was dying to fuck her.

My hips snapping with hers sounded euphoric as she cried out my name, I did what she least expected.

I pulled her hair and thrusted into her harshly my hips snapped harshly on her ass and she squealed at the sudden roughness.

“Oh God- I-chris-“ She cries out and I decide to opt for slower and deep thrusts knocking the wind out of her lunges.

“Not so innocent now are you sweetheart.” I said with a smirk getting impatient at the pace so I shoved her face into the pillow starting to pound in her again the moans and heavy breathing of this innocent girl grew louder again.

“Shit shit shit-“ curses leave her mouth and I chuckle darkly

“hm, you've got a dirty mouth, don't you?” I whisper into her ear and she moans in response, she sounds so beautiful like this.

she fits so snug around me. I felt her squeeze tightly around my dick and I groan in response at how quickly I was about to make her cum and me as well as I twitch inside her.

“You on the pill baby?” I asked her and she nodded and I pull her hair roughly

“Use ur words princess.” I say still pounding into her.

“I-I-am- f-fuck-“ she stutters out and moans my lips curling into a playful smile.

“Good girl, you can cum now.l I say as I harshly snap my hips feeling her cum on my cock and I release inside of her.

I pulled out watching our cum drip out of her pussy thats when I realized, I was nowhere near finished with her.

“On ur stomach for me?” i asked her and she immediately complied.

I unbottoned her shirt leaving her tie on seeing her fully naked wearing just a tie makes my dick perk up again.

I slap my tip on her folds and she whimpered.

I spread her legs pushing them against her chest and slip inside her easily and she cries out at me pounding into her with force rocking her small body on the bed.

watched her stomach seeing my bulge and I chuckled seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her glasses start slipping from her face.

“Ugh F-fuck- my glasses-“ she cries out as they started falling off onto her body from how hard I was fucking her.

“fuck- push em up for me yeah?” I sighed deeply and she reached a shaken hand pushing the frames back on her face.

She looks so hot like this, all fucked out on my bed for me and she has no idea this was only the beginning

“C-Chris ngh- I-c-can’t-“ she stutters as I watch the tears form in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure I was giving her, the way her tits were pressed up against her body as I held her legs up easily slipping in and out of her wet pussy.

“come on baby, your taking me so well- shit-“ I grunted angling my hips to come in contact with hers more quickly and harshly and hearing her whimpers was so fucking hot.

I attach my thumb to her clit rubbing it in circles and she squealed at the sudden contact from her sensitivity.

“Shit Chris- I-t-the project!” She screams out my name and I smirk at her innocence, I had never thought about the damn project.

“oh princess you really think that’s what I care about?” I say snapping my hips with hers once more pounding her pretty pussy and she curses my name.

“I’ve only been thinking about fucking that pretty ass of yours for days, shit you and that skirt-“ I chuckle drawing figure 8s on her swollen clit and her thighs tremble in my hands.

“Fuck- mphm oh g-god-“ she cries out, her body trembling in my hands her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her cute classes now discarded.

“Hm? What was that sweetheart?” I smirk pulling her tie making her gulp and her eyes widen as I pull it and thrust into her roughly, the sounds of my hips and her thighs slapping fuck- I could’ve cum right there.

“CHRIS- p-please-“ she stutters gripping the sheets and my finger tips needing her plush thighs as she begs for an orgasm.

“You need to cum?” I say leaning over in her ear.

“Y-yes god-“ she whimpers arching her back.

I decided I would let her cum under one condition.

“princess I’m the only one who’s aloud to fuck you from now on got it?” I say placing my tongue around her nipple sucking softly and she groans.

“Y-yes I-i got it-“ she cries out and I rocked her body harder rubbing her clit and she tightens around me before beginning to squirt, she didn’t stop.

“Fuck you just squirted all over me-“ I chuckle slowing my thrusts.

“Mmph- I’m sorry- I-“ she stutters and I shake my head and chuckle.

“It’s okay honey I’ll take care of you”. I smile and pull out of her smirking seeing proudly at the mess I made of this girl, her thighs shake a bit, our cum dripping out of her and the wet patch on my sheets from her squirting just now. Her face a little teary and fuck she looked so hot all fucked out for me.

I picked up her body and ran her a bath and sat her on the counter for a second

“Spread ur legs for me mama.” I ask her calmly and she does so and I take a warm cloth and rub slowly between her legs and she winces.

“S-sensitive”- she whimpers and I stop and place her in the warm water

“Sorry.” I smile putting her braids in a bun and she sighs in the water.

“thank you for taking care me-“ she sighs smiling at me innocently.

the rest of the night consists of me making sure she was okay

Oh and the project? She, yes ms nerdy herself, asked for an extension

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[sylusjinwoon]

{ 187 }

not a want but a need.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: an unedited, 18+ thirst post / drabble

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

anonymous said: Yandere... Jinwoo who keeps kissing reader's clit after making her cum for the nth time just to see her squirm and cry. I'm so sorry +thrusting his dick inside her slowly but harshly that you hear it slap because he likes seeing the wonderful effect he has on her, how she cries and shake, but keeps herself silent bc she likes it I'm so sorry again 😭😆

your mind was already hazy the moment sung jinwoo slides another one of his thick fingers into your wet heat, swirling the digit around as his hot mouth was felt sucking at your swollen bundle of nerves.

your body was a mess for him, with a symphony of moans falling from your parted lips as jinwoo continued his onslaught of pleasure on your sensitive form.

as if addicted to the mere taste of you, you felt the way jinwoo’s tongue carefully explored your pussy lips, drinking up your honeyed arousal while letting out a guttural groan of satisfaction. even when he lazily thrust his finger in and out of your core, never once quickening his pace, your sensitive body still reacted as you came for what seemed like the millionth time.

the sheets were utterly ruined thanks to the sheer amount of times you had came throughout the night, and you could feel the droplets of your tears clinging to your lashes as you struggled to even breathe.

“jinwoo jinwoo jinwoo…!” your voice was in a drunken haze, shivering when you could hear jinwoo gulping up all your had to offer, your hands weakly tugging at his hair as his face remained buried between your spread legs.

“fuck, you taste so damn good, sarang. better than all the sweets in the world.” jinwoo finally removes himself from the spot between your legs, lips still shining with the evidence of your release as the sight of it was enough to make you bite down harshly against your lip.

“jinwoo-“

you were cut off by jinwoo when he takes a hold of your ankles, pressing your naked body against his. you could feel the outline of his muscles pressing against your form, making you let out a shaky moan in response. along with his muscles, you could feel the way his cock became painfully hard for you, its mushroom tip appearing almost an angry red in color as droplets of a cloudy fluid was seen escaping from its tip.

“look at what my pretty girl did to me… you feel that? i’m practically throbbing and oozing for you.” as if to prove his point, jinwoo proceeds to run the length of his dick up and down your silken walls, collecting the prior evidence of your release against his shaft. you gasp upon feeling every inch of him, with his cock’s prominent veins felt pulsating against your swollen cunt. your mouth goes dry upon feeling such friction, and it was enough to make you toss your head in response, back already arching against the bed as jinwoo kept teasing you.

“fuck… i can’t wait to sink into you… i fucking need you.”

with those whispered words as your final warning, jinwoo angles his cock and thrusts into you with an expert precision, the mushroom tip of his cock already hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. you were already seeing stars as jinwoo proceeded to make love to you, his pace slow, but powerful. the squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of you was enough to make your face heat up and head spin, clinging to the sheets with such force that you swore you nearly ripped the fabric.

he takes his time sliding his thick and long cock in and out of you, seeming to become hypnotized by the wet sounds that emits from your cunt each time his hips meet with yours. a hazy expression was seen on his face when he suddenly keeps your hips still before pistoning his cock in and out of you at a breakneck pace.

you could feel your breasts bouncing along with his movements, a dark chuckle filling at the air as he keeps up with his passionate speed and thrusts, never once slowing down even when you fell apart for him.

you felt him slam into that soft spot once more and knew that you were a goner, your cries and moans of his name echoing throughout the area as you felt your warm, love juices escape out of you.

“oh gods, jinwoo!” even with your walls clenching so sweetly around him, jinwoo doesn’t cease his movements, seeming to grow even bigger inside of my before laying back on the bed, grabbing a hold of your waist while proceeding to literally bounce you up and down his cock (completely and utterly using you as his own personal fleshlight.)

“i’ll never got tired of this… just feeling you surrounding me so sweetly like this-“ he cuts himself off, letting out another dark chuckle. “this is better than heaven. me sheathing my cock inside you hasn’t become a want at this point, but a need.”

he continues bouncing you up and down his massive length, licking his lips upon seeing the outline of his dick hidden within your abdomen as he kept you in this position, making sure that you came for a second time before shoving your body on its back once more.

with both of your legs being held by jinwoo, he continues to drill himself into you. by now, you lost count of the sheer amount of times you came, with jinwoo never once stopping or softening his cock. in fact, it seemed as though the more you came, the harder he felt while buried deep inside of you.

“fuck, jinwoo… you haven’t even came once… y-you’re a fucking monster- ah!”

your boyfriend continues to let out a rich chuckle, finally leaning down as you felt his toned chest lay across your breasts that still bounced in tune with his unhinged thrusts. “i must be blessed with a massive amount of stamina with this s-rank body. you should just sit back and enjoy it, my love. use me as your own personal dildo if you must.”

upon hearing his dark words, you couldn’t stop yourself from climaxing once more, eyes rolling near the back of your head at the intense sensation while the tears practically stained at your damp cheeks. basking in such pleasure, you simply allowed jinwoo to play your body like his own personal instrument while begging for him to never stop.

a.n. - thirsty, so damn thirsty for my man… i love him so much please 🫠

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[highvern]

Ateez in Different NSFW Careers

Pairing: ot8

Genre: smut, 21+

Warnings: lots of sex, masturbating, porn, domination/submission, fetishes, lmk if i missed anything egregious

Note: this is an idea for a miniseries but idk and thought id put it out there to see if people are interested (dont bring up the ateez mixtape series, im working on it!) thank you @wingsofimagery @yessa-vie for listening to this brain rot

read more here

Hongjoong:

onlyfans creator, solos of him masturbating or nudes. weirdly artistic? like camera angles on point, edited to perfection, color graded. rarely, if ever, collabs with others. occasionally posts erotic photography of one unidentifiable woman. his subscribers aren't sure what to make of it but pictures of them together are some of his best work. daylights as a photographer and has some of his work in small galleries across the city.

Seunghwa:

amatuer porn star, makes homemade couple porn or something with a close female friend. domestic/bf vibes in every video. v soft with each other even when they're having rough sex. people assume they're actually dating bc of the insane chemistry even though they never show their faces. its his fun dirty little secret no one in the office knows.

Yunho:

boyfriend for hire. specializes in "turn your brain off for the night, i'll handle it." rent him to be your date to an event or just for a night on the town. doesn't always sleep with his client (his discretion) but usually cuddles and will spend the night. just trying to pay off his student loans since being an analyst pays shit. big yunho bc he has a big... u kno? and loves hearing the women he sleeps with rave about it. has had several repeat customers and older women that recommend him to their friends.

Yeosang:

audio erotica. just aside hobby for him. tbh 9/10 times forgets to record or that he even has the account. started bc a girl he was seeing freshman year of college told him she wanted a video with the sound on and he didn't know what that meant but she liked his voice enough to let the completely black screen slide. posts sporadically but always makes waves when he does. people have offered him money for custom audios and he always turns them down.

San:

fetish model. shibari, leather, latex. you name it, he's most likely modeled it. has portrait of himself (unrecongnizable, facing away just his back criss crossed with ropes, hands bound at the base of his spine) hanging in his apartment. his friends think its weird since they know he's the one in the picture but most of the girls he brings home just think he's into some freaky stuff. started bc he would nude model for the art classes at his college when he needed fast money for weed. people assume he likes really kinky sex bc of his job but he prefers vanilla sex most of the time bc his job is so kink heavy. works as a fitness instructor as his 9-5, and had a few people recognize him but most are cool and leave him alone

Mingi:

nsfw twitter creator. videos, pictures, sliding into dms. mingi does it all and enjoys the comments of people thirsting over him even if he's one dick among thousands. for his day job he works in a sex store and flirts with the exotic dancers who come in to buy their costumes (turned down every single time, there's even a pool for how quickly he'll strike out). the one girl that flirted back still lives in his brain rent free bc all she did was smile and he folded like origami. now when she comes in mingi has to remind himself not to drool.

Wooyoung:

cam boy brat, sugars on the side. likes being degraded by his audience when he's bad. lover of milfs, and has a sugar mommy he sees once a month. loves being wined and dined by her and then loved on at her fancy apartment uptown. started doing both in college to pay rent, now works at a dance studio and keeps it up bc the extra cash is nice. enamored with taking pictures during sex. has a collection of polaroids with his current FWB that he cherishes more than anything (always carries one in his phone case). toyed with the idea of having her come on his streams but he doesn't want to share. he should probably look into that more.

Jongho:

dungeon dom (IDK), the kind thats a look don't touch dom. if you need a session to work through your stress, go to him. sexy spanking, punishment spanking, therapy spanking. he's got the knowledge and know how. has a strange collection of vintage dvds and magazines. rare stuff that he treats like art rather than smut. jongho i never want to speak on your name im sorry

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[revehae]

i’m not asking you to write for wonbin but if you ever do js know i wiillllll be there !

yall have finally did it yall have won yall have Cracked me i hope youre happy bc i kinda am… i had this idea before he cut his hair now im feeling like that one harry styles fan tweet and i don’t even stan fr

warnings: drug use, addiction, is this dubcon idk

wc. 670

dealer!wonbin x (f) rich!reader.

wonbin knew you wouldn’t turn down his offer. not in the state that you were in, moody and tense as ever. the girl he’d seen around here and there at parties hadn’t come back around, not since he’d first seen her bump a line or two, and she’d been replaced by you.

what you had become over the months, at least.

not that wonbin would have it any other way. he liked having you kind of dependent on him, knowing he was the first person crossing your mind when you needed a fix. but the brief interactions, meeting you at a party or somewhere shady at night, your car window rolling up as quickly as it had gone down, weren’t enough anymore.

“no.”

“no?” you repeated, like the entitled, spoiled rich girl you really were deep down. wonbin had to give you credit, you cloaked it well, but when you were desperate, you showed your true colors. “what do you mean no?”

wonbin grinned playfully, in a way that he knew would aggravate you. “i mean, i set everything aside for my buddy, and i don’t have enough for you right now.”

you rubbed your nose and ran a finger through your hair, exhaling exasperatedly. “well, tell him to wait. i need it more than he does! is he paying you? i’ll pay you twice as much!”

there you went, offering him your pocket money, throwing it away like it was nothing just for a second of your high. but wonbin didn’t need your money. selling cocaine to recklessly needy addicts like yourself was a very lucrative business.

he shook his head. “sorry, that’s not gonna cut it. but i thought of something better.”

you were in the middle of losing what was left of your mind when wonbin said that and your eyes immediately snapped back to him, fixed to him before he could even get the words completely out.

“i’ll give you two grams if you let me fuck you,” wonbin said casually, a wild grin tugging at his lips. “six grams if you let me do it raw.”

you were a little reluctant at first, but wonbin wasn’t surprised when you finally caved, thinking to himself, that was too damn easy.

because he was nice, wonbin let you snort a line before he touched you, but he was on top of you not a second later. in spite of that, he didn’t move like he was in any particular hurry, snaking a hand up your shirt and pressing his lips against your lips. then your neck, your collarbone, your belly. almost affectionately, almost.

it started to work you up quickly, and you even got annoyed, tugging at his hair, but wonbin didn’t care. matter of fact, he could feel his body getting hotter, burning a thousand degrees. he wanted to savor every second of you, every touch of you, every smell of you.

wonbin really liked the smell of you. the sweet scent helped masked the madness underneath when you were like this. he leaned in to sniff your hair, your neck, your clothes, your hands.

it made his dick twitch in his pants and he couldn’t control himself anymore, yanking it free so that he could steer himself between your open, inviting legs, moaning shakily and blowing his hair out of his eyes as he pushed into you. 

knowing that only a few months ago, your dignity would have never let you consent to something like this, wonbin almost felt bad. he may have sold the drugs, but he never touched them otherwise. too many people he had seen wind up like you, selling themselves out for a moment of ecstasy.

but he wasn’t so different. your cunt squeezed and throttled the life out of his cock. sweat was the reason your body clung to his. you were muttering his name, dragging red lines down his back with your fingernails. and for the time being, there was nothing wonbin wouldn’t do for his moment of ecstasy.

[dovveri]

what if nerd momo x bimbo reader author I need u

failing maths, but getting the girl

synopsis: momo and y/n have hated each other ever since an incident in first year. now, y/n's failing a class and momo offers to help.

warnings: mentions of blood and cuts, overbearing parents, drugs, implied sex

w/c: 4.0k

a/n: this is kinda funny for me bcs im blonde and my dad keeps making jokes in chinese about how im ltr a blonde bimbo now. anyway i combined these 2 reqs bcs im lazy forgive me anon/s

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"y/n!"

you turn in the corridor, almost crashing into the burly man behind you who yells a "watch where you're going blondie!" before rushing off to a class he was probably late to.

you spot your friends who had called you, grinning and waving you over, "can't go one day on campus without running someone down can you?" a friend teases.

you pout, "i didn't walk into anyone yesterday!"

"no but you got stuck in the revolving door outside the chem building."

you whine at their teasing, you were a naturally clumsy person! sometimes you'd mix up salt and sugar, and sometimes you'd lose your car keys only to find them still in the ignition keyhole of your car from the last time you used it.

"so you coming to that party tonight? i heard some famous dj from the states is playing."

"awwh really?! i can't tonight i'm failing that dumb math class i have to take and i have a quiz tomorrow so i gotta study."

"you're failing everything y/n, what difference would one night make for you anyway?" a scoff from a student passing by, who you recognise as the infamous hirai momo from the back of her head and the evil way she sends a side-eye at you and your friend group in disgust.

"i wouldn't be if it weren't for your sad ass hirai!"

"stop looking at my ass and get your eyes on some books for once."

momo was meant to be your roommate in first year. although you had accidentally locked her out in the rain for 5 hours while you were hooking up with someone you can't remember the name of anymore. that was during orientation week, safe to say she was pissed and completely drenched when you finally let her in. she filed for a roommate change not long after, citing "poor etiquette and stupidity that could infect my genius", and being the university's most promising academic scholar, she pretty much got whatever she wanted. meaning she also got you assigned to the harshest tutors and markers as her own form of personal revenge, essentially making you fail most of your first year courses. which is why you were even taking this math class again.

the problem arose however, when you find out you would actually lose your scholarship if you failed another class. so failing was definitely not an option.

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“you failed.”

“what!? but i studied all night! i even brought the right calculator model this time!”

“miss l/n, bringing the correct calculator doesn’t help you if you don’t know how to use it. and neither does studying all night if you haven’t been coming to class for most of the semester.”

you’re gaping at the professor in disbelief.

“i’m afraid you’ll lose your scholarship if you fail the upcoming final exam. take this as your final warning. good day miss l/n.”

the door is shut in your face while you're still left trying to process exactly what just happened, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

a familiar scoff behind you brings you back though, "what is y/n l/n doing here outside the staff meeting room? what? about to blow one of your professors for marks or something?"

you spin, stepping into her space, faces inches away from each other, "you jealous or something hirai? i'll blow you too if you beg."

you revel in the way her cheeks immediately flush, a slightly shaky finger pushing up the glasses on her nose as she looks away, "jokes on you l/n. i don't have a dick dimwit."

"you don't need one for me to make you feel good."

she's sputtering, moving around you quickly to escape, knocking on the staff door. you smirk, reveling in the slight win over her but immediately forgetting the feeling of triumph when you realise you're still fucked for your final in 2 weeks.

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"y/n, you know i love you, but i cannot explain this again in any other way."

you groan, hands coming up to pull at your hair.

"but you got like a high affliction or something for this class last year! if you can't teach me i'm actually royally screwed, pleaseee?"

"it's high distinction sweetie. and just because someone's good at something doesn't mean they're a good teacher. sorry to break it to you but i couldn't teach my little cousins how to multiply fractions without wanting to commit homicide."

you wrinkle your nose, "gross dude they're literally related to you."

"no babes homicide means i wanted to kill them."

"oh... i guess that's better?"

"focus! c'mon you remember how to do the cross product right?"

"i don't get ittttttt!!!!!!! isn't that just multiplication? a times b equals ab!"

"this isn't algebra it's vectors. cross product isn't multiplication y/n."

you groan again, facepalming the desk in front of you.

your friend sighs, "sorry y/n i have to get going now. promised my boyfriend i'd go watch his game tonight."

"what?! you can't leave me here!"

your friend's already packing up their stuff though, "sorry! good luck with the studying though!"

you wail in goodbye, sitting up again and slapping your face a few times, trying to hype yourself up.

two minutes later, and you're still absolutely nowhere.

you decide to go out for a quick stroll rather than start a campfire in the middle of the library with all your papers. the evening breeze feels refreshing against your skin as you take in the sky. breathing in a deep sigh and closing your eyes briefly.

definitely the wrong idea when you crash headfirst into something that yelps a "what the fuck!" followed by the sound of smashing glass and a whine of pain.

your eyes are quick to open and you stare down at a bleeding hirai momo next to what looks to be a ruined 3D print of a final project or something.

"oh shit momo! are you okay?" you crouch down quickly, trying to collect the glass pieces that have broken, yelping when a piece digs into your skin.

"has all that bleach finally reached your brain y/n? who goes for broken glass with their bare hands?" she's frowning, rubbing her head a little and inspecting the cut across her arm.

"i-i'm sorry i-"

she sighs, "save it. i've had a long enough day as it is. being around you any longer is just gonna increase my chances of dying to some freak plane crash or something." she's standing up and brushing her hands off on her pants muttering to herself, "i'll have to call security to come clean this up."

you realise then that her eyes look a little puffier than usual, slightly tinged with red, the telltale signs of crying.

you suddenly feel terrible. whatever you had just broken seemed like an extremely intricate piece of work, and she was still bleeding down her arm but she didn't seem to pay it much mind, taking a phone out of her pocket and dialing security.

you step to the side and wait for her to finish talking on the phone. she doesn't realise you haven't left yet, swearing under her breath as she assess the damage once again.

when she turns and sees you again, she scowls, "what are you still doing here bimbo? don't you have a dick to ride or some jewelry to shine?"

you ignore her, blushing instead, "you're still bleeding."'

she looks surprised at that response, glancing at her arm again briefly and shrugging, "it's whatever. i'll clean it up later."

you wrap a hand around her wrist then, still not meeting her eyes, "let me? it'll be hard to bandage it properly with your left hand. and i kinda owe you for all of-" you gesture vaguely with your other hand at the ground, "this."

she's tugging her hand back quickly though, "don't bother. you'd probably make it worse. just go home y/n."

you sigh exasperatedly, "won't you just let me help! i feel bad okay? i can't just leave you here bleeding onto the concrete waiting for security to come clean this up."

she's surprised at your outburst, eyes locking onto yours and then nodding slightly. you don't let her rethink her decision as you drag her back inside the library, heading into the storeroom where you knew they had emergency first aid supplies.

you sit her down on the chair and rummage through the small kit for some alcohol wipes to clean the wound first.

she's eyeing you with a sort of caution, but is quick to clench her eyes shut and gasp at the first sting of disinfectant.

it's quiet for a bit while you work on cleaning her wound.

"where'd you learn first aid?" she speaks up first, eyes meting yours again.

"my little sister used to play around a lot with the rougher kids in the neighborhood. so she was always coming home with scratches and cuts and my mom was at work most of the time so i had to learn to take care of her myself."

momo hums, "guess that didn't really translate to taking care of yourself then huh? i mean with the way you're always tripping over air and stuff, you're more of a danger to yourself than a serial killer would be." there's no malice to her words this time, just lightly teasing you and you smile.

"i am sorry by the way. for breaking that. it looked like it'll be pretty hard to replicate."

"nah. i can just print another one tomorrow don't worry."

you both fall into silence again as you finish cleaning her wound, going to collect a few of the bandages to start wrapping around her arm.

you clear your throat a little awkwardly, "so... long day?"

she chuckles humorlessly in response, "something like that."

"wanna talk about it?"

she bristles then, and you're quick to correct yourself, "i mean you don't have to. just... making conversation."

it's quiet for a little longer and you're finishing wrapping her up, grabbing a small adhesive to stick it all together when she sighs. "sorry. just had a lot of pressure from back home lately. my parents keep wanting me to hurry up and graduate so i can go back to japan and take over the family companies. they called earlier saying how they're cutting off my funding for next year if i continue to drag out my studies."

"what? but you're only 23. don't you have like, things left you wanna do before you're all old and unable to move anymore?"

she giggles a little, its the first time you've heard that from her, "yeah tons actually. i've always wanted to see the northern lights and stay in one of those cute little igloos in finland, maybe go to antarctica and do some research there."

"okay! do that! what's stopping you?"

she smiles at you sadly, "my parents won't allow it. they'd disown me for not taking over their companies. and frankly, i'd be broke without them. i don't have the kind of money to keep living abroad like this if they were to stop supporting me."

you tilt your head a little in confusion, "can't you find a job?"

she's laughing then, a full, nose-scrunching laugh, "not with the classes i'm taking. i'd have to either take part-time study, which my parents would literally kill me for because it's 'embarassing' and would bring shame on our family name, or... never sleep again and take a night job or something."

you frown, sitting back on your heels.

"thanks for this by the way. you're still hurt though, do you want me to do you?"

"-and don't make a weird joke about that." she interrupts you before you can even open your mouth.

you pout, nodding a little as she laughs, and grabs the first aid box from you, gently placing your hand in her lap and cleaning your fingers.

you're caught by the way her eyebrows furrow a little in concentration, her teeth biting into her bottom lip slightly, and you can't help but think she looks cute.

you're brought quickly out of these alarming thoughts though, when she asks "how come you're in the library so late on a friday night anyway? never thought the day would come."

you groan, remembering the stack of math papers you have sitting on your desk, "i have to study for a math final coming next week. if i fail i lose my scholarship and i can't let my mom pay for any of this. she's already worked hard enough getting both my sister and me through school."

momo looks surprised at your admission, "oh. i'm sorry. i didn't know you were on scholarship."

you hum, "yeah most people don't assume it from looking at me." you tease a little, flipping your blonde hair over your shoulder and giving a little jingle of your bracelets.

"i'm not materialistic or anything but i enjoy having things that make me look nice y'know?"

she rolls her eyes, placing bandaids carefully onto your fingers.

"you don't need any of those things anyway."

you're caught again, unsure whether that was a compliment or some new way of torturing you.

she clears her throat, "all done."

you look at your hand, cutely littered with some winnie the pooh bandaids she must have found in the first aid kit.

you beam up at her, "thanks!"

she blushes a little and looks away from you, shyly rubbing the back of her neck, "hey look... i can help you study for that test next week if you want. don't want you losing your scholarship over something simple like that. plus i kinda helped go through all the first year math exams for some extra credit with the head of department."

you're shocked at first, and then jumping and squealing, bringing her up with you, "what?! you will?! oh my god thank you!!!!! holy shit oh my god i'm not gonna fail oh shit i'm-"

she's shooshing you in an instant though, a hand clamped over your mouth, eyes darting behind you, "y/n! we're still in a library!"

you grin when she lets you go, whispering loudly, "thank you!"

she's rolling her eyes and letting herself be dragged over to your table, praying that she didn't make the wrong decision deciding to help you.

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momo's standing outside your lecture theatre, waiting for your class to end. you texted her saying you were getting your final results back today so she decided to pop by and make sure everything was okay.

once students start exiting the class she slips in, walking towards the professor who's packing up her stuff..

"momo! good to see you here. although i'm a little surprised. i wasn't expecting you."

"hey professor kwon. i'm just here to-"

momo's attacked from the back, you're squealing as you latch onto her excitedly, waving a test paper in front of her face, "i passed! momo look i passed! with a 62!!!!! that's higher than i've ever gotten!!!!!"

"miss l/n. i didn't know you knew momo." professor kwon is looking you up and down with a little distaste but you ignore it, squeezing momo even tighter in thanks.

"y/n- stop- wait lemme see that-" she snatches the paper out of your hand and scans it, eyes lighting up when she confirms you did in fact pass.

"congratulations! all that hard work really paid off."

you're blushing, "couldn't have done it without you hirai. c'mon, come out with my friends and i tonight to celebrate!"

"o-oh i don't know about that y/n... i've got-"

"study yeah yeah you always do. but you've gotta relax every now and then you know?"

"miss l/n is right momo. you're the most hardworking student here you should give yourself a break every now and then."

you're nodding fiercely, "right right! thanks professor kim!"

she looks at you with a glare, "kwon. its professor kwon miss l/n."

you're nodding, waving her off shaking momo, "c'mon pleaseeeeeeee? i'll pay for everything. as a thanks for helping me. and i can afford it now too since i won't be losing my scholarship which is also thanks to you so..!"

momo's still uncertain, hand at the back of her neck again, a nervous tick you've picked up on.

"oh professor i just remembered!" you're switching back to your professor, excitement and attention everywhere, "you were looking for outstanding students to tutor next semester right? how about momo? she's the only reason i passed this final and trust me when i say i'm a pretty difficult student to teach."

"oh?" the professor looks towards momo who's eyes have widened, "i had actually planned on asking you regardless but seeing as you were very successful with miss l/n it's just even more proof that you'd be a great teacher. what do you say momo? it's paid decently and great on your academic and work transcripts as well..."

you're looking between your professor and momo with full eyes.

momo looks like she's about to reject the offer, you knew it was because her parents expected her to be back in japan next year but you stop her before she's able to say anything.

"momo! this is great! this is exactly what you need! a job while you're still at uni so you can study at any time but still get paid for it!"

"y/n..."

"it's okay momo. think about it and let me know if you're interested and you've got the job 100%. i've got to get going to my next class now but goodbye girls, congratulations miss l/n but i hope i won't be seeing you in my class next year."

"oh definitely not professor kim!" you wave enthusiastically, giggling at the way the professor sighs in defeat.

you look back at momo who still looks a little stunned.

"well? what do you think?" you ask her excitedly.

"i- i don't know... there's a lot to think about..."

you tilt your head to the side a little in confusion, a gesture momo was beginning to grow fond of.

"i can't just abandon my family y/n. it's a decision that will take me some time to go over." she smiles at you gently, you can't believe this was the same girl who used to call you mean words and intentionally pray on your downfall.

"mm okay. i don't really get it but as long as you're happy in the end it doesn't matter. now c'mon! you coming tonight or not?"

she sighs fondly, "yeah yeah just this once. and we better be home by 12!"

you're pulling her along again scoffing, "riiiiiiiiight 12pm maybe."

"y/n!"

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momo was most definitely out of her comfort zone. she mostly stuck to the bar, avoiding eye contact with people who tried to approach her. she quickly ordered another drink, hoping the alcohol could at least ease her nerves.

you were most definitely in your zone. you adored being able to dress up and let loose, especially when everyone else is so drunk you’re no longer the only person falling over themselves. you could laugh a little and have fun as well.

you could feel momo’s eyes on you and you ached to drag her out onto the dance floor and join you but she was adamant on staying by the bar when you had tried.

you’re not sure if it was the alcohol or maybe you were just attracted to her now after you’ve spent a whole week studying with her pretty much every minute of every day. but she looked good. you licked your lips as your eyes trailed down the slant of her jawline, her neck and clavicles outlined in the halter top she was sporting. your eyes politely moved past her chest but darted straight down to the abs that she apparently had hidden from the entire student body. how did she even have time to have abs when she always had her nose in a book or was in a lab conducting experiments?

you snap out of it when you realise said abs were moving closer to you for some reason, and suddenly she's all in your space, shoving someone behind you that you hadn't even realised was there in your momo-induced daze.

you turn to see a man with half his shirt unbuttoned and a look of surprise on his face. "the fuck dude?"

momo says nothing, reaching for your drink instead, sticking a finger in and swirling it around for 2 seconds before bringing it to her lips.

that was hot.

"rohypnol."

"what? what the fuck are you on about?" the guy is annoyed, drawing the attention of bystanders as they create a small circle around the three of you, you spot your friends in the crowd looking at you in confusion silently asking what's going on?

you can only shake your head, attention moving back to momo who's standing up straight, almost chest to chest with the guy now.

"rohypnol. a drug belonging to the benzodiazepine class of drugs that inhibits the central nervous system causing the user to experience extreme drowsiness and even blackout in some cases. it can also cause the user memory loss and brings the user to a higher state of intoxication in a rapid amount of time. it's street name is roofies."

the man is sputtering now, "w-what? what is this bullshit? what are you tryna say huh?"

"that you tried to roofie my friend here. do you want me to call the police? have them check this drink for traces of the drug?"

"what!? the fuck?!"

momo sighs, her eyes closing for a second, "is your vocabulary only limited to what? and the fuck? it's getting tiring talking to you."

he's gaping like a fish, the people surrounding you have called security over and they're tying his hands behind his back and he's left squirming against them, yelling more curses as momo stands stoically, watching him get taken away.

she sighs when he's out of sight and turns to you with a smile, "you should be more careful. you could've been hurt tonight."

you can't even think straight and the music is being turned back up, and momo looks so good, you can't help the way you're pulling her in by the waist and planting your lips on hers.

she makes a sound of surprise and is shocked for a second, but closes her eyes and returns the kiss, maneuvering you a little so she can place the spiked drink on a nearby table before her hand returns to you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other on your shoulder.

you're a little desperate when you claw at her abs that are now within touching distance, and she giggles into the kiss. you mutter a small shut up, reattaching your lips, feeling all the adrenaline of the night pumping through you as you mould yourself against her.

"god is it weird that- that kinda turned me on a little?" you're speaking between breaths, her lips swallowing up your words, not letting you catch a break.

she hums lightly against you, "which part?"

"the- when you were talking- about all those chemicals- and whatever-"

she breaks away from you then, an eyebrow arched and a hint of a smirk on her face, "you get off on me talking nerdy?"

you want to wipe that smirk off her face. "take me home and i'll show you what i get off on."

her eyes darken considerably, and she's tugging you towards the exit, grabbing the spiked drink and pouring it down the drain first to make sure no one drinks it. the little action of consideration even when you're both overwhelmed with lust just gets you more wet.

you send a quick text to your friends saying you had to leave early, and then you're in a cab, lips on each other's again, hands roaming and exploring every inch of available skin.

you suppose the one good thing out of that math exam was it bringing the two of you together at last.

[celabi]

expanding on scara cleaning himself up for you. and ppl drooling over him. established relationship

the reader getting petty and possessive

most people probably thought/think scara is part of the small dick community, one millimeter defeater type beat. that is until grey sweat pants season comes along.

homie is in one of his hoodies that you just gave back to him and switched for another bc you like the way he smells and the old one just smells like you now. (he’s bought a new cologne that smells like heaven to you.) and since you basically lived in the hoodie you gave back smells like you hes so happy surrounded by your scent and what not. so much so he doesn’t seem to notice all of the people ogling him.

the sweats he’s wearing just does nothing to hide how big he actually is. even soft and confined by his boxer briefs you can see his dick print. and if one thing is certain it’s that he is no where near small. despite his slim and lean stature he’s fucking hung.

this is the third time this week that scara has worn his sweats and the third time your classmates have tried to get a piece of what your man has to offer.

even on days he doesn’t wear his sweats people are still trying to get at him. seeming to forget that he has a girlfriend. one who as beginning to get increasingly possessive over him.

they all hated scara just a few months ago, wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. they straight up bullied him. and now that he’s with you, he’s all of a sudden drool worthy?!

when you were the only one that noticed him. thought he was cute. helped him get his shit together. and now they want him.

one night while scara was letting you have his way with him it was one of those nights where he just needed to relax and not worry about being in control. a state only you got to see him in, you decided to mark him up as you worshipped his body.(#scara needs praise) love bites and straight up bite marks littered all over his body. even his arms had them. that should be a big enough sign that he is off limits. he’s yours and you don’t share.

the mission failed, apparently being covered in marks didn’t send the message. currently you were coming back from the rest room and saw some random chick getting awfully close to scara. he was blatantly ignoring her. airpods in his ears and everything. it made you giggle knowing the airpods were dead. she was pissing you off more than it bothered him.

you’re next move was out of pure annoyance and pettiness. you pushed your way between the two and sat in scaras lap, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist. the girl still stayed and acted like you didn’t exist. scara was about to say something when he saw an unfamiliar look on your face so he didn’t. you actually started to talk to the bitch. the whole quad was staring at this point. ready to see a fight.

“back off.” you huffed annoyed at the attention but you had a lightbulb moment.

“as a matter of fact all of you cheap whores that keep harassing MY boyfriend. stay. the. fuck. away.” the tone it your voice was terrifying it sounded like you were out for blood. much to your dismay this one single bitch would not get the fucking hint.

“it’s not like you own him. you’re acting like he’s property.”

that’s what set off a rash decision he’d never let you live down. you leaned up and whispered a small sorry. leaving him utterly confused.

“you wanna fucking bet.” with a small smirk to the relentless chick you grabbed scaras chin and guided him into a kiss it was such a possessive kiss that left him breathless. tightening your grip on his chin you forced him to make eye contact with you.

“alright baby answer my questions nice and clear for everyone to hear alright.”

“who left you with all these pretty marks?”

“you did.” his answer was quick and earned a soft goodboy from you.

“who’s dirty panties have you stolen?”

he was a bit taken aback but the humiliating question but nevertheless answered. “yours only yours.”

“who helped you get your life together?”

“you, you helped me so much.”

“before us, what did you jerk off too?”

“your selfies and.. panties”

“who do you belong too?”

“you! i belong to you!” his answer was immediate

“who do love?”

“you, always- only you.”

“just two more after this one. who do i belong to?” at this question you could feel his hot cum on your ass.

“me, you’re mine.”

“mmkay, who do i love?”

this one was actually a little difficult for him bc what if its not him. “me. you love me.”

“good job, last one. did you just cum in your pants?”

“..yeah i did” you pulled him in for another kiss as a reward.

“i’m pretty sure he’s mine. don’t’cha think?”

“so all of you leave him alone thanks.”

he was infact left alone

-why scara came in his pants.

he started to pop a boner when he saw the look of jealousy on your face. it got even worse when you announced to everyone in earshot that they needed to leave him the fuck alone. he was leaking pre by the time you started asking questions. he was biting back whimpers with each answer and each time he got praise. the humiliation factor had him even more turned on. you were so jealous that you were making a point to remind people of who he belonged too. when you asked who you belonged to it caught him and his cock off guard. you wanted people to know you were his as well. fuck thats hot.

you did repeatedly apologize about putting him on blast. even though he said he didn’t care and that he actually thought it was hot.

this turned into an actual fic lmao

-horny thots by nymph just for u.

SKSSKSKSSNJWSNKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSKKSKSKssOMHOMHOMGOMHOMUSJSNSONSJWOSOODICIJ

HES SO ??????????????????

His earphones are dead but he’s acting like he cant hear her LMAO ☠️☠️

Omg just, listing off all the things you’ve made him do 🥺 asking him how many of your panties he has sniffed and he’s like “… all of them.” 🥺 asking him how many times he’s masturbated to you and he’s like “… too many times to count.” 🥺 Asking him who he’ll love for the rest of his life and he’s like “you… oh god it will always be you.” 🥺 Asking him if he cares about the other girls who are attracted to him and he’s like “no I couldn’t care less.” 🥺 and the other girl is just 🧍‍♀️ wtf am I looking at right now didn’t know you both were tight 😳

Please he’s just so cute and does everything you say. Agrees to anything you ask.

And while you’re sitting on his lap, he’s slowly staring to rut his knee against your pussy cause he’s that turned on by your possessiveness 🥺

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere. 

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

[gold-rhine]

sub Kazuha x Gn! Dom Reader

A\N: Repost bc my previous blog got shadowbanned.  I would describe this as melancholy fluff with some smut and a tinge of poetry. Kind of a slowburn, as much as you can get in a oneshot. and yeah, the preface is tanka, not haiku, but tanka worked better

Warnings: nsfw, but not focused on porn. Cock stands for dick\strap as usual. Edging, overstim, praise, oral, semi-public.

wordcount: 3k

He watches the hills,\ red asters on the lush of green, \ not knowing summer \ is madly in love with him \ and flowers bloom for him alone

You meet him at a party, he’s a friend of a friend. You notice how he sweeps his crimson eyes over you with interest, but don’t pay too much attention. He doesn’t seem like anything special at a glance. He’s pretty, sure, but nothing outstanding, a build on the smaller side, but not enough to be distinctly slender or feminine, just a little short. He’s thin in a wiry kind of way, his skin too tough and weathered from the constant exposure to sun and wind. Someone else could take this brilliant white hair with a red streak and turn it into something striking, but he just keeps it in a ruffled sideways ponytail.

He’s quiet, unassuming, introverted, doesn’t shy away from people, but doesn’t shine either, few thoughtful remarks and a sweet smile. You deem him nice, but boring, and proceed to ignore him. He’s tactful and understanding enough to catch on, and doesn't try to press himself on you.

This night you leave with someone else and easily forget about him.

Next time you meet him, it’s at another party and he’s consoling a crying girl in a corner. She’s choking on her sobs and he’s talking to her, quietly but firmly, you can’t make out the words, but even from afar you can sense the steadfast kindness in his calm voice. You realize it’s better to not interrupt, but give him a glass of water as you pass by. He hands it to the girl and offers you a brief, grateful smile. Next thing you hear about her after some time is that she finally left her asshole boyfriend for good when everyone already gave up on trying to convince her.

Some time after, you two are in the same company again, this time it’s a bohemian group and you’re trespassing in a closed park. You don’t expect him to go along with it, since he seems so quiet and timid, but he actually scales the high iron gates first without hesitation, perches on top and helps others climb.

He looks strikingly different in motion. Easy on his feet, agile, he doesn’t show off, but there’s an elegance of precision in his movements. When he pulls you up by the hand, you lean over him just a little too close and stay just a moment too long. You see the moment he realizes it’s intentional when he looks up at you, his eyes widening, just a brush of pink on his cheeks.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” you tell him, grinning. “You seem like a such a goody-two-shoes.”

He blushes harder, but gives you a wry smile.

“I have a lot of unexpected sides.”

“Then I’m looking forward to finding out,” you wink at him, let go of his hand and jump down, hearing him take a shaky breath behind your back.

Next time you at the same party, he gets a little drunk, and when it comes to risque games that he usually passes over, he sits down, swirls the bottle, and it looks like he knew it would point at you because he throws you a glance, blushing, even before the bottle stops twirling.

You two go into a small, dusty closet, stand between the old, crinkly clothes, and you expect him to be timid, but he suddenly reaches for you, presses his lips to yours firmly. You answer his kiss and feel him melt against you, his soft lips tasting sweet like fruity liquors he was drinking. The sharp sting of herbs kept there against the moth and the smell of Kazuha’s heated skin mix together into a unique blend, he’s warm and firm in your arms. When you run your hand down his body, he makes a cute noise against your mouth, bends his back a little and you can feel the lace of some old dress scratching at your fingers as you move. This is the first time you notice his ability to sharpen the reality around himself, make the insignificant details turn into a unique, unforgettable poetry.

You break the kiss and move away with a sigh, meeting his intent, searching eyes, his arms still around your neck.

“Maybe when you’re sober, baby.”

He bites his lip in frustration, but lets you go. For the rest of the evening, you keep your eye on him to make sure no one takes advantage of his vulnerable state, but he soon falls asleep on the sofa in the corner of the room. When you gently put a blanket over him, he stirs, quietly mutters your name. You smile and press a quick kiss against his temple and leave him to rest.

Few days later when you walk through the woods near the river, you hear faint sounds of music. Curious, you go through the bushes and see Kazuha sprawled on a large sun-warmed rock on the riverside, playing a harmonica, a couple of cats curled around him.

“Hey.”

He jolts up, surprised, disturbing one of the cats. Then he sees that it’s you and relaxes with a small smile. Grey cat huffs indignantly and goes back to sleep. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here, casting a spell to attract the cats?” you ask with a smirk, walking up closer.

He shakes his head with a soft, quiet laughter.

“I like relaxing on warm rocks and the cats like it too. It’s just a happy coincidence.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I buy that you’re not casting an enchantment. You’ve also attracted me after all.”

“Have I?” he asks quietly, but intensely, his voice trembling just a little, looking up at you with hopeful, questioning eyes.

You lean down, catch his chin and feel him tense under your fingers. You smile, slowly and gently stroke the tender underside of his jaw, watching his eyes lid over.

“Tomorrow, at noon, this place. Show me a truly unexpected side.”

Next day at noon he’s sitting at the same rock, completely naked, watching the river, his back to the road. He feels so nervous, all of his nerve endings raw and sensitive, even slight tickling of high grass stalks around the rock reaching up to his legs resonates sharply, intense midday sunshine feels like a heavy touch. He’s not really noticeable from the road behind the thick bushes of wild briar roses, but the risk of being seen like this is there anyway. He looks at the dark waters of the river with long ribbons of gently swaying water plants, with his heart beating so loudly in his ears that he almost misses the sound of your steps.

You run your hand from his sharp shoulderblades down his spine, very lightly, just the fingertips, and he shivers. When you gently turn him over, press his back against the warm rock and whisper “You managed to surprise me once again. Good boy,” against his neck, he gasps, and when your hand slides down his body, it finds his cock already hard for you, his legs falling apart in invitation. He makes the sweetest moans, air trembling around in a hazy summer heat, smelling sharply of the river and bittersweet mix of grass and flowers. He watches bright red petals of briar roses swirl down the dark green water currents while he himself is losing control as you fuck him, his moans breaking into screaming as he gets closer and finally comes.

He’s not very experienced, but very curious and open to experiments, has no problem admitting when he likes something, even if he blushes adorably while doing so. He likes spontaneity, taking risks and not knowing what to expect. You like teasing him while you two are visiting some new place, - first of all, he’s a joy to travel with, easygoing, surprisingly shrewd, good humored enough to turn inconveniences into something to laugh about. He has adventurous and sharp senses to always find something interesting even in places he’s never been before, but also has so much sincerity and sense of wonder that even most mundane and boring things turn interesting in his presence, your own little poetry lens.

One night he leads you off the main street through twisting alleyways to find a  small town square with a festival of firedancers. When you ask him how did he know, he laughs “I heard the drums and smelled the burning oil, it was bound to be something interesting.” There’s music and cheap wine, and beautiful performances all around, people dancing with burning staffs and poi, flaming spheres on the chains, swirled in both hands. He watches with quiet excitement, biting his lip like he can’t decide whether or not do something, and you nudge him gently.

“Why don’t you try it too, if you want?”

He looks up at you with a shy smile. “I don’t know, you think I could?”

You grin with reassurance. “Of course! Just wait a second,“ you tie his hair up in a small bun to keep from getting burned and let him go. “here, now you’re ready.”

He almost hits himself in a face with fireball at first, but quickly adjusts, his natural dexterity leading his movements, red flares of pois twirling around him with a flourish. He meets your eyes, his own radiant and crimson, fire trailing circles around him, and suddenly the night focuses itself around him, all other dancing lights becoming flashes of red leaves swirling in the darkness, while in the center of it he smiles brilliantly just for you.  

Later, in a small dorm room next to a big hall where the new friends you made at the festival are celebrating wildly, he rides you, slightly burnt fingertips gripping at your shoulders, bright red wax sliding down his arched back, and his deliriously sweet moans drown in the noise of drunken songs and laughter.

He’s also so fun to play with, slowly wind up during the day as you two are just exploring around. He loves feeling like he’s always open for you, even if people around don’t realize, that you can have your way with him at any moment, drag him into the secluded alleyway or a dim arc and kiss him, grope or even push him down on his knees and use his obedient, sweet mouth.

You make some great memories that way too. Finding a small private courtyard drowning in wisteria and peonies, where you two eat lunch on the carved bench. The big street where a litter of puppies escapes it’s owner and runs after him, so he has to catch and give them back, laughing with an armful of puppies trying to lick him.   A small café overlooking the sea, where people on the boats wave at you and you wave back, smiling, seagulls are screaming overhead and begging for crumbs, and when you kiss him, his lips taste of seasalt and caramel dessert he just ate. He’s on his knees on the cracked teal tiles of the public bathroom, his shirt ridden up high enough to expose his puffy pink nipples and his pants down to his thighs, showing his hard, red dick that twitches and leaks as he’s moaning around your cock, his wet gleaming eyes lidding over and your hand buried in his soft hair.

For him, it feels like being carried by a whirlwind, butterflies in his stomach and a translucent swirly current overlaying over the day, punctuated by red splashes of lust that only sharpen everything around. His clothes are buggy enough to hide his arousal, and from time to time you catch his quick excited glances, slight blushes, enjoy how lovely he is in this luminous sharp desire, how you can make him tremble and his breath hitch by just rubbing the back of his neck or drawing circles on his elbow. At the end of the night, sometimes you fuck him roughly, make him come fast, and sometimes you stroke his pretty, swollen cock for so long without letting him cum that he’s writhing in front of you, whimpering and begging incoherently, oversensitive to every touch, tied hands clawing at the sheets. Sometimes he feels like even though he’s free, his heart is clear, but empty, and so the passion you draw from him, extreme, overwhelming emotions make him feel truly alive.

It’s a few months into knowing him he tells you of his past, scarcely, not empathizing, very matter of factly, the disgrace of his clan, his unfair persecution and exile, his travels and struggles. After, you tie him up and kiss and caress every centimeter of his body until he’s delirious with pleasure, make him come again and again. You feel like you have a unique treasure, a golden shard of sunshine in your hands, a rare case when innate kindness doesn’t break or dim under the hardships, but instead only strengthens, brightens with experience and wisdom despite the young age.

One night when you’re exploring a new city, you’re caught in the rain and ran, laughing, to the nearby dingy eatery that is still open at this time. It���s in the semi-basement, so you can see at the street level how streetlights are flickering, blurred in the falling rain currents and puddles, and the cheap lamp over your small table is flickering too. Kazuha is shamelessly perched in your lap, because nobody there cares, your arm around his waist, a little drunk from light beer he’s having, but mostly from how you look at him, his features beautiful and soft, his smell of rain on clean skin and forest leaves overcomes the stuffy sour air around. He truly blooms from attention and certainty that he is wanted, becomes more talkative and excited, starts telling you a funny story about his adventures with his fiend Beidou, widely gesticulating with his hands. Sometimes you catch his hand and kiss his knuckles and he giggles cutely. Your hand slides under his shirt and then under the band of his pants, first just covers his hipbone, but then slowly, teasingly starts moving down his stomach in lazy, light circles, and he doesn’t resist, just tenses, flushed and squirming in your lap, looking into your eyes, your hungry gaze promising what you’ll do to him later.

In the cheap room you're renting for the night you have to fuck him on the floor, bedcover thrown underneath, because the old bed creaks horribly if you even breath on it. His mouth is stuffed with a pillowcase to muffle his involuntary moans and whimpers, because the cheap walls are too thin, and his eyes are rolling over helplessly as you whisper how beautiful and good he is in his ear.

It’s almost sunrise when he’s curled against you on the bed, the sky in a small round window in front of you is clear and vast after the rain, pearly grey and illuminated from within in the wake of dawn. The silhouettes of the buildings are striking against that background, the whole world beautiful and tender like a watercolor painting. He tells you quietly of his friend, his feelings never spoken out loud, and an untimely death that made sure he’ll never be able to express them.

“I made my peace with it,” he says softly, watching the first rays of sun glimmer on the peaks of the highest towers. “I just feel like I’m… not enough for something grander. I’m just a short haiku in the lives of others.”

There’s a lot to say to that. First of all, how much he really has to offer, but also how clarity of a perfect haiku can change life better than the longest poem. But more importantly, how he is enough as he is, how he is a pleasure to be near just by existing, no special effort needed on his part. When you move to hover over him and caress his body, the bed creaks long and loud, but you ignore it. As he’s melting under your touch, he bites his hand to keep quiet, but you gently pull it out, kiss the bitemark.

“But.. I will make noises, I can’t help it,” he whimpers softly, looking up at you while your fingers circle his entrance.

“It’s okay, sunshine,” you tell him, pressing kisses to his jaw, corner of his lips, side of his neck, gentle curve of his collarbones. “You deserve the world. Just enjoy yourself. I’ll tell whoever complains to fuck off.”

He bites his pink swollen lip, whines sweetly and arches his back as you thrust your fingers inside him, his white fluffy hair covering the pillow under. Even on the shittiest old bed, in the cheapest dingy room, he’s perfect.

[brain-rot-central]

Is Tav keeping her pregnancy secret still bc she thinks AA will be too controlling and wants to hang on to her independence until she has to tell him or?? Kinda wondering bc in the last chap she was thinking about how he hides things from her lol 🙈

Basically.

There's also the whole thing where she doesn't trust him anymore post-ascension. She loves him but AA asking her to sacrifice her mortality as the only way to prove her love for him cut her deeply. Astarion has also always been a touch of a liar, bending truths to fit the perceived narrative he wants to give off. She realizes that will be a struggle with him, too. Basically the whole situation will be work, if she's considering getting back with him.

At this point in the fic, she's trying to see if she can trust him again, and is considering that maybe she was wrong to immediately reject his offer to live out their days together in immortality.

She really doesn't know what to do right now and is trying to "feel out" which direction to go in. The obvious answer would be to leave him, but that was before she got pregnant. She didn't plan on getting pregnant, or even thought that she would. Tav really thought they could just have a casual relationship because, let's be honest, the sex with Astarion is amazing and who the hell wouldn't want that lmao. Ain't no shame in the girl wanting some good dick.

She slept with Astarion multiple times during their journey together and she never fell pregnant, likely due to him being a severely underfed vampire spawn. Because of that, she, nor he, realized this was even a possibility now. He still doesn't. Tav is at least trying to do what she feels is the right thing in this situation by giving their relationship a second chance. Astarion deserves an opportunity to be a father, but he has to come to his senses enough for that to happen. Anyone can make a child, but that doesn't mean you deserve to be a parent.

AA kind of looks at Tav coming back to him as a victory. That he played his cards well enough that she let him start pulling at her strings. He has a horrible need for control in any and all situations, and grows increasingly paranoid when things aren't going as he planned. He does not like being confronted about who he is or was, and is jealous of how much Tav cared for who he was pre-ascension.

To him, he doesn't understand why she can't accept him as he is now. He sees no wrong in what he did or the man he's become, as he did it in part for her. For them. To him, he's self-less in his endeavors. He'll burn the entire world to the ground if it means keeping her safe. He'll share his whole palace and all of his riches with her. He'll put her in the very best of everything; she'll have choice blood to drink everyday and will never know what it's like to be on the brink of starvation.

He will never tell her he loves her, as the word is tainted and in a way admits vulnerability, but he'll do his very best to show her. But he needs her to trust him in delivering her into the night. Trust him to make good on what he says, that the whole experience will go by in a flash, completely pain free. Entirely different from his experience. And they'll live out their eternal lives together with her forever by his side. They'll be the most feared couple in Faerûn, and have songs written about them.

Though until she agrees to let him do that, AA will continue to play his game.

Tav wants him to respect her decision to remain mortal if they're going to be together, even if it means she dies from old age. Because that's her decision to make. It's her life. Astarion shouldn't take that from her, or need that for him to accept her love for him.

But the thought of Tav dying or becoming old and frail terrifies him, because deep down he loves her. He's so deeply connected to her emotionally that the thought of her no longer existing one day shakes him to the core. It's a major fear he has (although he'll never admit it), that she will pass before he has the opportunity to turn her, or in his mind, "save her."

The TL;DR answer is they're two idiots who are still in love with one another but neither of them knows how to just come out and say it.

Hence, the events of Sonnet lmao. Hope this clarified some stuff for you!

[strawberrystepmom]

!!!!! will you pretty please share more lore around your black clover sona? 🤲🏾

well now that you’ve given me license to yap be aware that i will….you have been warned.

but let me start with the basics about kendall the eldest daughter of house melro, nicknamed the blackbird.

- 11 siblings, two of which are full and the other nine are half. ten of these siblings are girls and the youngest is a boy. lord melro is a serial philanderer, it is what it is.

- mother was clover kingdom nobility, father is diamond kingdom nobility. their marriage was arranged and my mother’s family is wayyyyyy wealthier so it was an easy sell for my dad whose family was minor nobility in diamond. he hasn’t been back to diamond since and doesn’t really care what’s happening there lmao and my dad inherited her fortune and titles when she died when i was 16.

- was once heir to everything, thanks to the rules of my mother’s house that have always allowed an eldest daughter to become head because she was an eldest daughter and had all sisters, but once the youngest and only boy was born my father changed his mind. marrying me off became imperative at that point. he was born when i was 17 and a year out from debuting.

- i received a grimoire at 15 and waffled about my desire to join the magic knights for a bit too long and when my mom died, i decided to stay home and take care of my siblings. all of them. at the time there were 8 of us.

okay and onto the juicy stuff which i will put below a cut for everyone’s sake. this is the master of whispers stuff, etc etc.

- the wizard king attends a classroom session for a group of noble girls to oversee how the magic in the kingdom is developing. my magic is movement based and he found my spell translucent cloak very fascinating because it allows me to remain move completely unseen and undetected for 60 seconds. i can use this ability on up to four other people around me but there is a ten second penalty for each person added meaning if i have four people and myself, we have 10 seconds to move.

- he asks me if i would be interested in joining the magic knights and i told him due to my responsibilities at home, I believe it’s better for me to stay behind. he’s disappointed but understands and a couple years later, he asks me again bc there’s a lot of buzz about my debut which was a whole thing and i decline again bc my father wants me to be married immediately but im like visibly upset so Julius offers a strange alternative - to be his ears. im popular in noble circles, im trusted, people dont suspect a thing about me and he knows my magic is beneficial for subterfuge and diversion if i’d ever need it

- I agree but I’m extremely skeptical about how this will work out. this dude barely knows me, I barely know him and he’s putting a lot of trust in me. it ends up working out splendidly though because i have an ear for the good stuff, naturally, and people open up to me. i dont report anything to him except for things that could potentially be problematic in the future and he’s pleased with my performance

- i am proposed to by a nobleman not long after this begins and i turn it down. my dad is patient with this one and understands to some degree that I want to be at home to take care of the kids which he won’t complain about so he can go be a dick elsewhere. after that, three more come and I turn each of them down because I don’t want to have to choose between men I hardly want to be in the same room with and working for Julius and defending my country in my own way

- by the fourt failed proposal (im 22 when this happens) my dad doesn’t find it cute anymore bc now he has a real heir and he just wants to get me out of the house. he tells me the next one i have to go through with regardless and we fight about it but I ultimately agree but plan to basically scare away any suitors that come. I continue working for Julius as expected and he begins to trust me even further, appointing me his spymaster although it’s not a formal title.

so yeah! it only becomes more useful as time passes and of course this is a very secretive position and nobody knows about it. people have suspected but nobody can prove anything and until I met yami, I intended on keeping it to myself. I told him and he was maaaaaaaad at me and assumed I was spying on him at first but once he confirms everything with Julius he gets over himself

Julius legit tells him “she’s terrible at deception but wonderful at making friends. she’s a natural” and who is he to disagree

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

so i had this idea and will potentially turn it into a full fic bc it’s just spiraling around and taking control of my two brain cells so just here is my brain dump of this okay

alpha!eddie x omega!steve with alpha!chrissy x omega!robin, with a modern au / dating app little twist.

follow me here okay —

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omega!steve who cares so much for his pups, but all six of them haven’t presented yet so while they can offer some comfort to steve during his heats— it’s not enough. (in my mind, heats/ruts aren’t a sexual thing in this universe so let’s just roll with it ok thank you kiss).

omega!steve whose pups beg him to try and let beta!jonathan and alpha!nancy nest with him, to scent him- but the heartbreak is too fresh and honestly? ever since nancy and jonathan mated, steve isn’t comforted by nancy’s scent as much anymore so honestly it’s kind of a fruitless effort.

and steve promises that nesting with the pups is enough for him for now, and all six of the pups are okay with that for now. so they nest with steve and it’s so much fun.

max, who hasn’t ever really nested before enjoys the comfort of steve’s scent and snuggling up close to him. she likes that she can tuck herself in his side and listen to him gripe about the movies they picked, and maybe she likes holding lucas’s hand too.

dustin, who only has ever nested with his mom really enjoys the comfort that being with his friends gives and steve brings. and steve let’s him watch any movie he wants, which dustin takes as a really big win.

lucas, who has nested before (he has his parents and little sister), but there’s just… something a bit different about letting steve scent him, and he’s able to hold hands with max and that’s really nice okay?

will, whose dad was a dick of an alpha and his mom and older brother are betas so they just… they don’t nest. but will likes it! he likes helping steve sort out the blankets and the snacks and he can’t really explain it but he doesn’t get why some alphas say that boys shouldn’t be omegas…

mike, who okay- he sometimes doesn’t really like steve okay? he grew up with his parents, a really traditional alpha x omega couple, and his dad had kinda flipped when nancy presented as an alpha. so maybe there is a little prejudice there because mike has listened to his father murmur things about steve being an omega, but… is it really a bad thing? mike isn’t sure, but he helps the older boy nest when will asks, because it’s will and… fuck, okay, maybe mike can picture nesting with will sometimes, okay- like a lot of the time okay?

eleven, who was trapped in the lab and doesn’t even really understand the whole alpha, beta, and omega thing— but she knows she likes when steve holds her chin and scents at her pack gland. she knows he cried when she let out a pup trill the first time. eleven knows okay, she knows even if people sometimes thinks she’s stupid.

and they slip into a pack, maybe on purpose or on accident… and it just works okay. they’re all pack. the six pups and their pack!omega.

still, the pups can’t help but be excited when steve meets robin, who hasn’t presented yet and that’s a rare thing in itself so they’re hopeful…

until robin presents as an omega and tells steve that she likes girls when steve comforts her. robin quietly explains that she only likes alpha!girls and steve shrugs and says that’s fine because he likes alpha!girls and alpha!guys so really it’s okay that she has a preference.

cue steve then formally inviting robin into his pack. steve probably explains it’s not much, just him and a bunch of un-presented pups… but it’s home, and steve promises she’ll always have a home with him if she wants. robin cries, and very quickly agrees- much to the chagrin of her alpha x omega parents who are very adamant that two omegas can’t run a successful pack.

the pups are so excited when robin joins the pack though. they like how steve and robin act around each other, they like how robin is able to get steve to calm down when the omega gets a little too protective. they like how steve helps out with guiding robin through being an omega, and they can’t help but hope that the two older teens will one day help them out when they all present.

(robin and steve of course made a pact that they’ll both help out as much as they can for their pups when they all present).

but now they’re at the beginning again and fuck.

but one day, the pups are watching t.v. at steve’s house waiting for the two omegas to get home for work, and they see an ad come on the t.v.. it’s an ad for a scenting app, where both omegas and alphas can match up for scenting purposes.

the pups then bring it to the attention of steve and robin, and while the two omegas are a little apprehensive… neither of them can really resist when the pups trill and make puppy-dog eyes at them.

so the two omegas say fuck it and they both get the app of their phones and sign up for the thing.

•••

on the other side of things, we have alpha!eddie and alpha!chrissy. and just, just follow me here-

alpha!eddie and alpha!chrissy. everyone had kind of expected eddie to present as an alpha, i mean, come on. he was loud and brash and goofy, but if you needed help he’d do anything he could to try and help you.

but alpha!chrissy? now that throws people for a fucking loop. her parents were the very traditional alpha x omega couple, who believed that omegas should be silent and small and never ever heard. so when chrissy presents as an alpha and snaps her teeth at her dad when he tries to talk down to her?

they kick her out.

but it’s fine! because alpha!eddie and beta!wayne are there, and they teach her the ins and outs of everything. eddie shows her how to make herself scent safe, how to control her emotions and not want to snap her teeth at everyone.

it’s nice, all three of them living together, really.

until, wayne starts to get a little annoyed about the two constantly wanting to scent him. he does get it, really, but he’s not their pack and he can’t keep going to work at the mechanic shop smelling like the two alpha teenagers. so, he very nicely (as nicely as he can) asks that they find an omega or just anyone to scent that isn’t him.

chrissy jokes about making a dating app for the people out there like them… and shit, okay, that actually isn’t a bad idea and eddie happens to be pretty tech savvy… so they make a fucking app.

it takes a while, but they eventually figure it out and launch it… and it does really fucking well. like eddie is able to quit his job and chrissy changes her college classes from whatever she had been doing to focus solely on a tech degree, really well.

but, the two don’t sign up for it themselves.

they feel kinda… skeezy they think? like why should the app developers sign up for the service themselves, y’know? especially since they keep omegas and their safety the priority on the app, they don’t want to take advantage of anything okay?

and the app’s popularity just snowballs (thanks to social media), and chrissy graduates with honors from her school… but they two alphas are lonely. wayne’s moved out and subsequently moved in with his beta!girlfriend, so it’s ends up just being the two alphas in their two-bedroom apartment in indianapolis. and it works, i mean, the two can offer as much comfort as they can to each other during their ruts… but even though they see and recognize each other as pack, it’s not enough.

so, after a bottle of wine- they both make profiles.

•••

steve and robin are both surprised when they match with eddie and chrissy, but they roll with it because talking to the two alphas is nice. they’re pretty too, according to their profile description and they think their scents probably smell lovely.

they talk for a while, about the small town and their pack (though they keep it light and don’t dip too deep into describing it for the pups and their own safety). it gets to a point where the four are talking every day to their prospective partners, and then eddie finally asks if he could come visit. chrissy ends up asking robin too after, and the two omegas talk and agree.

hawkins isn’t a far drive from indianapolis, just shy of two hours— and eddie books a room at the small bed and breakfast for a couple of days so they can potentially all get to know each other a little better.

the two alphas still think it’s insane and super coincidental that they found two omegas from the same small town, who are both in a pack and they hope that the two get along enough that maybe in the future they can connect their packs.

(robin and steve have both figured out that eddie and chrissy are pack, but again they don’t want to jeopardize their safety to the pups’ safety so they keep their soulmate-friendship on the down low).

steve and robin both suggest a quick meet at the local coffeehouse in downtown hawkins, just to make sure they aren’t all serial killers before the potential of planning a longer date. eddie and chrissy both agree, because yeah they’d prefer to be close by to each other anyway just in case the omegas are catfishing them or something weird.

imagine their utter surprise though when they see omega!steve and omega!robin already sitting down together. the two omegas come clean to the two alphas, and the alphas can’t help but sing their praises to the two omegas. it was a safe and smart thing to do, and no they aren’t mad at the two pretty smelling and pretty looking omegas.

and so talk and drink coffee and hot chocolate, and both eddie and chrissy keep sending each other looks because okay what is going on? steve and robin are practically one brain and one person, the way that they both kind of revolve around each other.

shortly after, steve and robin explain their pack dynamics— that is the two of them plus six pups. eddie and chrissy find this interesting and funny, and ask to meet them whenever possible. both steve and robin agree, though they don’t really put terms on it. eddie and chrissy explain that they’re both pack bonded, but it’s just them, and they’re willing to go at whatever pace steve and robin set.

the rest of the three-day trip goes by super well, though robin and steve don’t introduce their pups to eddie and chrissy just yet.

imagine eddie and chrissy’s surprise when their home phone rings a few weeks later after not having heard from the omegas for almost a week.

it’s a younger girl on the phone named max, she got their number from the yellow pages- and she is pretty sure she’s boiling alive from the inside out… oh and steve and robin have been in heat for way too fucking long and are showing no sign of coming out of it really anytime soon…

queue eddie and chrissy driving to loch nora, and being surprised when five pups stumble out- and they’re all talking over each other asking for them to help their pack!omegas and whatever-the-hell max is presenting as.

the two alphas agree and stumble inside, and are immediately hit with the scents that are running through the harrington-buckley house.

familiarity, home, belonging, and pack.

[gemini-sensei]

Hawk x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Hawk has a boypussy ○ Fem!Reader

Thank you to the anon who brought this idea to my inbox. Tagging @miguelnationion bc they asked so nicely and without further ado:

In his alpha male phase, he would not want anyone to know about his boypussy, so he'd pack his underwear with a stuffed sock. That would go on for so long, even when he gets a gf. He'd put off having sex with her because of it, just eating her out and fingering her every time they get intimate. She'd think that's all he's comfortable with and let him go at his own pace.

One time she sat on his lap and he was in heaven, but his stuffing shifted and she thought it was his dick and that he was a little excited. She was grinding on him and he was moaning, only because he was horny and his clit was swollen with need. The friction he was getting was not enough and he was whining so much.

He finally sits her down and tells her the truth, not that he'd ever lied to her. He just let her believe he had a dick. There were few people that actually knew about his pussy - Miguel, Demetri, his senseis (this is because of locker room dilemmas) - so he was actually really nervous to tell a girl, especially his gf, that he in fact did not have a dick.

The relief he felt when she said "cool" is unmatched. He was still a little self conscious about it, though, and had to ask her if she really meant that. "You're really okay with it?"

She had to reassure him that it was totally fine. She's not picky about anatomy (idk why that just came to mind but yeah same).

Reassuring kisses followed, but they didn't jump straight into sex after that. She wanted to give him time to get comfortable with her knowing. They cuddled and kissed after that.

Virgin boypussy!Hawk. Of course he's played with himself and gotten off before, but he's never played with toys and has never gotten eaten out before. When his gf decides she wants to taste him and he agrees, he's so fucking loud. She goes down on him and eats him out like he's her last fucking meal. He just looks down and sees his sexy, plump goddess with half her face buried in his cunt and it sends him over the edge so fast.

Movie nights where she slips her hands into his pants and teases him. Whispering stuff like "just watch the movie, babe" and "don't be too loud. This is my favorite part." He wants to tease her in return but ends up resting his back against her and his head on her pillowy chest. He uses her tits to muffle himself and ends up biting her.

He was actually scared to even buy himself a toy, so that's why he's never experienced using one before. His gf actually helps him and lets him act like it's only for her if they have to face an employee. This leads to so much mutual masturbation and he definitely gets off faster when she's watching him hold a vibe against his clit.

His gf bought a strap just so she can pop his cherry. He swore left and right about it at first, but then she pulled him onto her lap and he humped her strap until he was dizzy and drooling all over himself. He eventually accepted her offer after warming up to the fake cock.

When she actually did it, though, he was a whining mess. Not only was he taking his first dick, but he had a gorgeous goddess on top of him giving it to him. Held her waist the whole time and sucked on her tits. He left so many hickeys on her.

Definitely gets a clit piercing. It's nothing too special, just a silver rod with two balls on the ends, but it's badass to him and that's all that he cares about. However, if his gf loves it, then ofc that boosts his ego so much more. And yes, he will wear whatever jewelry she buys for him just so she can suck on it later.

He's a squirter, no doubt about it. He makes the biggest messes and his gf gets to lap it up. He used to turn so red and be embarrassed about it, but he's not so shy about it anymore. He loves when he squirts because his gf loves it so much. He whines so loud when he squirts.

While he's come to accept his boypussy, he loves using a strap on his gf. However, despite this option, he won't use it unless they both want it. Otherwise, he's rubbing their pussies together so rough, it must be the end of the world.

[xblackreader]

ATTOYE NSFW AU idea 18+

⚠️🪦🕊️!

Dark! Attuma x Okoye

So there's been a few disappearances on the beach in The Caribbean and when okoye is there for a vacation, the locals tell her about it and compare the disappearances and sighting to a legend of a boy who was raised by sharks and eats people, they tell her to stay away from the shore after sunset.

okoye doesn't believe it and doesn't listen, she goes to the beach when it's dark and empty to read and take her mind off things and she decides to take a swim, then she feels a grab on her foot or legs and tries to swim away but The shark legend shows himself as a tall muscled man with tattoos & scars all over his skin and teeth as sharp as razors. And he kinda just looks at her in her little bikini and says "wow, that village up the road is killin it with these offerings. Look at that ass fr”

and he fucks her like an animal. I'm talking holds her down by her neck, calls her names, rips her bikini to shreds and ruins her. And it's the best fuck of her life.

So she can’t even be mad bc the dick left her shakin. She has to run back to her rented beach house naked and under the cover of night, while his 🌊 is dripping from her thighs.

and she’ll keep coming back bc 😍😍😍 and he’ll pop out when she returns like “round two?”

Maybe if we're feeling big bad wolf and little red riding hood AU and instead of a shark, he's a werewolf in the forest who wants to corrupt her.

👀

I'm talking "please let me go mr. Wolf!" "You can take more, little red, be a good girl for me and scream. Don't run from it, that turns me on.”

[nctsplug02]

hi saw u accepting requests is it okay to ask for gym date (basically jaehyun dragging you to gym with him) you guys have separate trainers he got busy with his thing then suddenly a guy told u you're doing the wrong thing and offered to help only to see jaehyun standing at the back of the guy bc go get your girl! thank you <333

[10:01pm]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: kissing, flirting, working out, fingering, sexual talking and sexual touching.

you giggle and thank your husband when he holds the gym door open for you. “for the lady.” he says standing next to it like a solider. “thank you, kind sir.” you wink before heading it.

“alright,” you yelp when a smack is landed on your ass. “let’s go find our trainer.” he wraps his arm around your waist and drags you around the amazingly huge gym.

“we have our own gym at home and we decided to go—?”

“—to the gym with a personal trainer who’ll professional train us.” he cuts you off and finishes.

you sigh, “could’ve just hired them and invited them over to our gym.” you mumble and jaehyun hums. “found him— them?” you look where he’s at and you see two men standing by the weights.

he leads you to them and they immediately greet the both of you with handshakes. “so, this is albert. he’s a bit new and he’ll be helping y/n. is that fine?” you look at jaehyun before nodding. “perfect. alright, shall we start?” the four of you agree to starting so daniel, jaehyuns trainer, took jaehyun to do leg press.

and while you and albert. you were standing and waiting for alberts instructions. “alright, this is 20lbs, can you lift it?” you duck under the poll and you put your legs together before lifting it onto your shoulders. “ou, it’s light.” you say before squatting.

“ah,” he winces and you panic, quickly standing up and putting the bar back onto the holder. “did i hit you? step on your foot? bump into you?” he chuckles at your worried state. “nope, not at all, babe.” the nickname catches you off guard.

“okay—okay, stand with the bar above your shoulders again.” you duck until the bar is above your shoulders again. “now, spread your legs a bit.” you part your legs by a few inches and he chuckles.

you gasp and look down between your legs when feeling his hand above your knee. “j… ust a bit more.” he extends and finally he hand is moved from your thigh.

“alright, im gonna have you do at least fifteen. we need full on squats. start whenever you’re ready to.” you nod, gripping the bar more. fixing your fingers and shifting it above your shoulders.

you lifted it off the holder and you exhaled sharply before dropping down slowly and pushing back up. you do another one before being stopped.

“okay, you aren’t doing it correctly and that’s fine. i’ll show you how.” as you go to put the bar back onto the holder, a body is pressed behind you. “oh, i thought—?” he puts his hands on your hips and his head is near your left side.

“you weren’t going low as needed. you need to go lower to build more muscle in your legs so this is how low you’ll go.” you hesitate before lowly lowering yourself.

your ass pushing into his pelvis and you immediately shoot up. “you alright?” he asks you when noticing your panicked figure. “yeah, uh.. just personal space, y’know?” he nods and moves his hands up to your waist.

that was not the personal space you meant.

“let’s try it again. slower this time.” as you lower yourself you could feel something hard poke your ass. “i uh,” you quickly shoot up again and his hand slips off your waist. “maybe we should—?” you stumble to your left when feeling your arm being yanked.

you look up to see jaehyun. “we’re gonna cut this short today.” albert looks at you and jaehyun confused. “oh, why?” you look at albert then jaehyun then albert.

“alright, let’s cut the shit. you’re fired. stop touching my wife. stop trying to stick your dick in her. piss the fuck off.” albert watches as a grin grows on your face.

as jaehyun drags you out the gym, you cling onto his arm. “im sorry.” he unlocks the car and opens the door for you.

his silence scares you.

after he climbs in and exits the parking lot, he finally speaks. “why’re you apologizing, babe?” you chew your bottom lip. “because i didn’t speak up for myself.” you could his a soft laugh from him. “you don’t have to apologize, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. not a thing.”

he reaches over and places a hand on your thigh. “let’s just put our gym at home to use— m’kay?” you nod, placing your hand on his. “thank god.” he chuckles at your exaggeration.

your lips twitch as his hand moves closer towards your heat. two hearts heated from two different places.

your thighs squeeze more around his hand as he softly rubs your clothed pussy through your leggings. “i can feel how wet you are.” your eyes follow the street sign after jaehyun takes a different turn.

“w—we were supposed to then that way?” you point to the rig huff after he makes a left. “don’t worry.” he sounded like a kidnapper.

“spread your legs for me, baby.” he says patting your inner thigh. slowly, you spread your legs open. giving him for access to your pussy. “pull your leggings down.” you yank your jeans and panties down making jaehyun take several quick glances.

“fuck,” he mutters and shifts in his seat. he reaches down and rubs your slit. “oh, fuck.” he hisses and he feels your wetness just slather all over his fingers.

you gasp when he hits the brake after pulling into an empty area. “scoot your chair back, babe. make space for me.” you grab the handle and you push your chair back. jaehyun shuts the car off and climbs over the console to you.

his finger slips into your hole making you gasp lightly. “ahh,” he chuckles softly and groans. “look how easily my finger just slipped in. are you wet for me?” you nod, biting on your bottom lip. “just for you.”

“for who?” he puts a hand behind his ear.

“j—just you!” you squeal and he leans down. pressing a kiss on your lips.

it was always and only for him.