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estelsawyer · 16 days ago
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“Of all the people Handsome Jack could be appearing to, it just happens to be the guy who's totally obsessed with him!”
Vaughn was so real for that. And yes, Rhysie definitely has a Handsome Jack body pillow. THIS IS CANON!
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good thing about helios crashing down is that your handsome jack body pillow probably burned up with it
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gunnrblze · 3 months ago
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how do you think the Ghost boys would be while they are sick with a cold/the flu?
(if we are their romantic partner)
This took me a minute to get to, my bad🥲 I love this idea though hehe
Pairing Hesh and Logan here- I think they’d be a little whiny about it lol, but in a lowkey way. Like “damn…nose is sooo stuffy rn😔…my throat really hurts babe idk…” and give you those puppy dog eyes for attention. Like when you have something that a kid wants really bad and they just sit there like “that cupcake looks really good…” you know? 😭 they’ll be all woe is me for a bit, will need extra cuddles and extra love, bless them. They were coddled by their mother when they were sick children, so they kinda want to be coddled again by their partner, but they’d never admit it❤️
Elias the typa dude to be like “I’m not even that sick…it’s not that bad, honey” while he’s hacking up a lung. He’d admit his weakness, but would be dancing around the fact that he’s actually about to collapse on the ground, the typical “I’ll be fine don’t worry” *is actively throwing up*. He’d be a little clingier too, but it’s disguised as him just wanting to spend more time with you, totally not because he feels bad…
Merrick would absolutely not do jack shit about it at first lmao. Like a lot of men, would refuse needing to go to the doctor/take medicine, very much an “I’m tougher than influenza” type scenario💀. Definitely on board to tough it out, until you (his pride and joy) convince him to get more rest/fluids/etc. A doting partner is his downfall here. Probably the only person alive that could coax him into bed and put a cold rag on his forehead.
Keegan I think would get even less talkative than he already is, his exhaustion would get the best of him since he’s used to staying awake for long periods of time (sniper behavior), because ‘I’ve been awake for too long’ tired and ‘my body is attacking me’ tired are two different feelings, he’d be a little thrown off. Would like to use you as a body pillow if available, and I think he’d let you dote on him unlike Merrick at first. Another Grade A clinger here.
Kick being down with the sickness (shoutout disturbed) would be a lot like your cat when it gets sick. You may think he’s dying, but in about four business days he’ll randomly bounce back. I like to think when he gets sick, like Keegan, he gets very sick, but then he’s over it like it never happened. Would whine for you to cuddle him, but insist he doesn’t wanna infect you. Yaps about the wicked fever dreams he’s been having (they make no sense, he really just needs you to listen, babe)
Rorke, bless his heart, would be so fucking annoying when sick. Like Merrick, has the whole “the flu is nothing, ever been shot before?” mindset💀. Would refuse medication/treatment even if he needs it, typical tough guy shit. He’d have to be knocking on deaths door to admit how bad he feels. But he’d absolutely let YOU coddle him, he’d just be a butthead about it. “I don’t need more soup, darlin-well if you INSIST…🙄”. Somehow very nonchalant yet dramatic at the same time.
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lulu24784 · 11 months ago
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🖸 ──» south park nsfw alphabet :
kenny mccormick minors dni
warnings: sexual content, swearing
All characters are 18+.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s attentive and sweet. Will gently clean you up and bring you water if you need it. Loves to just lay in bed afterwards and have pillow talk while cuddling you and caressing your hair. 
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Kenny loves boobs. (Wow who woulda guessed?) He’s always loved boobs. How they look, how they feel under his hands, the noises you make when he sucks on them. He literally dreams of boobs. He’s fond of his eyes. They’re really the only thing he doesn’t cover up when he’s wearing his parka. He doesn’t like them in a… Vain way I guess? More like, he’s grateful that his eyes allow him to see the world and the beautiful things in it. They allow him to see what an out-of-breath mess you are underneath him and he fucking loves it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Depending on how pent up he is, he might cum pretty quickly once things get going. Thankfully his refractory period isn’t too long and he’s usually ready to go again after 10 or so minutes. He definitely prefers to cum inside if you’ll let him, but if not he’s just as happy to cum on your thighs or tits. He’s surprisingly not a big fan of facials.. 
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
There isn’t much! Kenny is very much an open book and he enjoys talking about sex and his sexual experiences. Dude even gives porn recommendations to his friends. 
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s quite experienced. He’s hooked up with a number of people so he definitely knows what he’s doing now. If you’re nervous he’ll take good care of you <3
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl for sure. He loves most sex positions but cowgirl is his absolute favourite. He loves watching you grind on him and seeing your tits bounce. He is in HEAVEN. You make the cutest expressions when you start getting tired and he can’t help but grab your hips and fuck himself up into you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Kenny is pretty goofy. He likes to keep things light-hearted and comfortable for you! He likes sex to be fun.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He trims every once and awhile, but it’s usually not something he’s concerned about. He did go in and get waxed one time and he HATED it. The pain was not worth it lmao
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Kenny is a goddamn sweetie pie. During your first time together he was so incredibly gentle and sweet, holding your hand and caressing your cheek. If it’s a date night, he’ll light candles or play music. During previous hookups with other people, he didn’t care too much, mostly just wanting to get off and leave.. But with you.. He wants to impress you and show how much he loves you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Kenny masturbates A LOT. LIKE A LOT A LOT. Mans is insatiable, especially after meeting you. Depending on his mood and if he has plans or not, he’ll sometimes spend an entire day just edging himself. 
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Kenny is into quite a few different kinks. He enjoys being praised and occasionally degraded. He likes to have sneaky, hidden public sex. He enjoys posting nudes of himself online and gets off from the thrill of it. He’s probably a little bit of an exhibitionist.. 
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
In nature. He likes going out to the woods, finding a secluded area for you to both just indulge in each other. It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s a lot of fun. Second to that would be your place, either on the bed or the couch. He doesn’t like having sex at his place as he doesn’t want to potentially expose his little sister to anything.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Literally anything. A stiff breeze could make him hard lmfao. Of course though, cleavage or nipples poking through your shirt gets him going pretty fast. 
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything to do with pain or anything kind of dangerous, like choking. He used to be into choking, but accidentally dying during sex is such a massive turn off lmao. He dislikes pain because he constantly deals with it, and he just wants to have some fun during sex.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Definitely a preference for receiving, who doesn’t like blowjobs?! But he’s not a selfish lover so of course he’s going to readily return the favour. He’s fairly experienced as well and won’t let up until you’re cumming on his tongue. 
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It really depends. Hookups, he’s fast and rough. With you? He could be slow and sensual one night, wanting to cherish you and make love.. Another night he could be fast and rough.. Especially if you’ve been teasing him. Kenny is a man of variety lol
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
LOVES EM. Not as much as having regular sex.. But damn, the man will never say no to a quickie. This might be his dirty secret.. But he loves having quickies when he’s supposed to be doing patrol work as Mysterion, as long as everyone is safe first, of course.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s risky. He loves the thrill of potentially being caught and gets off to it quite frequently. He’s pretty good at keeping it under wraps though since he has yet to actually be caught doing anything.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Kenny tries his absolute hardest to last as long as he can. If he gets too worked up he doesn’t last very long, but he makes up for it by paying special attention to you while he waits to go again. He’ll try and go as many times as you want, even if he’s dead tired.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Kenny only owns a cheap fleshlight that he probably bought(stole) from Spencer’s. He wants to get more toys to experiment with and use on you though.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He can be a little bit of a tease! He likes to flirt and make you blush but he gives in a little too easily.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Kenny is very vocal. He loves leaning down to moan and whine in your ear while he fucks you. Sometimes he’ll talk dirty but it depends on what kind of mood he’s in.. You can also expect lots of praise.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
It took him a while to finally have sex with you. He had never really fallen in love this hard before so he wanted to be absolutely sure of his feelings before taking you to bed. With his reputation he also didn’t want you to think he only liked you for sex.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s pretty average, 6 inches, cut. He’s got a lot of scars on his body from near-death accidents. He’s also got a little beauty mark on his v-line.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s high! Insanely high! He’s always horny and raring to go.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If you make him go round after round, he’ll definitely just pass out after cleaning up. Typically, he’ll cuddle you and wait for you to fall asleep in his arms before he lets himself sleep.
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elizabethh1125 · 3 years ago
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{William Afton NSFW alphabet}
Yo dudes! I haven't seen any William Afton NSFW alphabets (maybe I'm just blind xD) but I decided that I wanted to make my own in-between writing chapters of my ongoing fic- so EAT UP my children.
Anyways I don't have a long note like I usually do so as always,
Have a great morning/day/night, and I love you all!
-Eli <3
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Weirdly enough, William seems like the type to fuck and dip, but he is totally opposite of that.
William will take his sweet time cleaning you and praising you for how good you did for him.
He wants you to be absolutely hooked on him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part would definitely be his hands/fingers. They are so slender but skilled, and full of veins. He knows how to use them very well and he knows it.
His favorite part about you is definitely your stomach. Thin or plump, he loves it. If you're smaller he will pinch you and lick down your body, and if you're full he will grab and play with the fat, kissing and resting his head down like a pillow. He thinks you're gorgeous either way.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves to cum deep inside you. (Man has a serious breeding kink.) Or in your mouth. And he will always force you to swallow. Pinching your nose shut and poking at your throat to force you to swallow if you refuse.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He really wants to have you take him into your mouth under his desk while he works.
That or binding you and leaving a toy in you while he plays with it.
Sometimes his dirty fantasies get too extreme and he has to take a "bathroom break." If you're not there.
And if you are?
Ooo. Trouble.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's super fucking experienced. Like even though he's only been with a few people Including his x-wife. Both of you are always pleased at the end of a session. And you're always questioning how he is so skilled.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) missionary. He wants to see you unwind for him. Also, he is just super old fashioned.
G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Dead fucking serious. Everytime.
You don't think that man laughs at all.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Clean shaven.
Maybe a tad bit of hair. But it's always wayyy to perfect and sometimes you wonder if he measures each pube to make sure they are all the same length.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's so fucking romantic that sometimes the intamacy level is so high you actually cry.
Like tears of overstimulation and love.
William is also a very hardcore minipuoator, so he definitely knows how to make you feel secure and attached.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
William is a stalker.
Like hardcore creepy stalker.
The man has placed cameras all over your place, and is constantly secretly watching you.
He also really wants home video type porn from you. And if you allow him, he will 100% record your sex and Jack off to it later.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Well the obvious one is breeding, but more of his known ones are bondage, (more you than him) being dominant, praise or degrade kink. He also loves to choke.
A few of his other less known are, knife play, def has a daddy kink, spit, and skirts.
William also loves when you show any thighs or tits.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
On the bed, in a chair, on a table, he could go anywhere anytime. Just as long as it's you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You could breathe in his direction and he would have a hard on. He would never let you know that, but he really, really likes you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything bodily that's not blood or cum. Hell. Fucking. No.
Also he would never sub. Nope. Just not his thing. He has tried, and he hated it. Sometimes even thinking of it turns him off.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He looooves it when you give him head, but he actually prefers to do it to you- and he is once again. Literally. Incredible.
William could 100% paint a fucking masterpiece painting with his tounge.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He prefers to take it verrrry slow, and super sensual, but occasionally when he's worked up it has had a rough day, he will pound you into the sheets until you need a wheelchair.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Nah. There is no such thing as a quickie with William. He takes every love session with full seriousness and sets aside at least two hours. And when it's spontaneous, clear your schedule, cause an hour is the shortest he will cut it to.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Meh, kinda. You just have to ask him and he probably would stay yes, other than his turn offs. That would be a hard no.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) You don't think you have even seen this man sweat, ONCE during sex.
He could go on for years, and still be completely fine.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He owns lots of toys.
But only for your pleasure.
You don't know where he keeps getting these new gadgets, but his new favorite pastime is shoving something into you and letting you serve tables at the diner. He gets a huge kick out of it, and loves to see you twist in pleasure while you try to remain normal. He knows it pisses you off. And he loves it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's the worst fucking tease ever.
No explanation needed.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He kinda grunts or groans a little-
But most of the time he is just talking or commanding you. No moaning, nothing like that.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One time, William made you dress up in a little slutty pink frilly waitress outfit, and pretend to serve him in the diner. He then fucked you over the table.
And another time, he actually had sex with you in the spring Bonnie spring lock suit.
You still have no fucking clue how his dick got in you, or how the spring locks didn't go off, but weirdly- it was hot as hell.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Not super long, but thick.
Probably 5 and a half, maybe 6 long.
And 2 and a half wide.
It curves slightly to the right when hard.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Meh, although he's like always turned on by you, he only really wants to have sex when it benefits him in some way (even if that means manipulativeing you more.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) like never.
He always does all the work at the end, even if you're just pleasuring him, and you're always the one to fall asleep.
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artificialbreezy · 3 years ago
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can you do nsfw alphabet with bucky???
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NSFW Alphabet with James Bucky Barnes
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
So sweet omg. Basic dom energy. Gets you water and a snack and runs you a nice warm bath with some soothing music so you relax and get comfortable. Unless you end up slipping into sub space then he immediately goes into ``No baby, its bucky``
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favourite body part of himself is his biceps. Makes him feel STRONG and able to protect you against whatever. Now, his favourite body part on you, is either your ass or thighs. Whether he's between your thighs, or has your head buried in a pillow, with your ass in the air.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He LOVES the taste of you, whether you come undone on his tongue or his fingers. He has to taste you. And my god, watching you swallow his load, jesus he's ready to go again just from that alone. But his all time favourite thing is when he cums inside you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He is one of the kinkest dudes to live. Especially since he's gotten into the modern world.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not very, like he obviously has had sex before. But it was never much of any foreplay or anything other than love making. But now that theyre with you, my god, sex king.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
1000000% doggie. The view it gives him, makes him feral.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It depends on the situation honestly. Sometimes yes, other times he is in full dom mode and just goes to town, (with consent of course)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He grew up in the 30-40s, he's not really shaved. But not a jungle
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Definitely old fashioned. Loves making love and holding you close and kissing on you and taking care of you in any way shape or form.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He typically doesn't jack off much because he just talks to you and you end up helping him take care of his problems, as well as he takes care of you.But when he does, he usually stays away from porn as he has so many photos and videos of you alone and with him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Man is a hardcore dom, he likes being in control in 90% of every aspect in life. Though he is in control of you and most things, you still have the upper hand. Really big into bdsm, Sir is his preferred nickname in those kinda moments. CHOKING. He's really big into choking, loves watching the smile appear on your face the minute his hand goes to your throat.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He's kinda old fashioned. He's come to terms with the 21st century for the most part. But, he sticks to the bed, the couch, or the shower mainly. Though he cant help himself sometimes and he has definitely taken you in a bathroom in a bar.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Truly, he is so in love with you, that you turn him on. Whether it's an outfit, bending down, touching him super gently and soft, or when you really tease him. But the sight of you on your knees while he talks to you about what a good slut you are for him, REALLY gets him going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Honestly, he's down for whatever you wanna try. But the minute you sound even slightly hesitant, he says no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves giving and receiving. He's mainly a giving kinda man, being he likes to make you feel good. It boosts his ego knowing he makes you that on edge in a good way.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
That also depends on the situation. Like punishments, FAST as FUCK. but there's other times where its just slow and sweet, where he's looking in your eyes and telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. But on the days youre both just feeling some nice rough sex, hes fast and hard.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
YES. he LOVES quickies. I mean sometimes he just needs you right then and there and on some of those times you guys don't have a lot of time. And most times he just gets you off. Now it can range from once a week to maybe 3 times a week, depending on how you guys are during the week, ya know?
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Absolutely. He didn't do too many crazy things back before he was frozen and changed into a trained assassin. So now that he's with someone who is KINKY, he is living for trying new stuff.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Hey man, being frozen has done a lot for that man. He can go for a WHILE before he really is ready to nut. Which you are not complaining.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Oh my god yes. He mainly uses them on you, but sometimes the vibrator hits his cock while he's going at it with you, and honestly, he isnt mad about it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
OFTEN. He likes to get you on EDGE before he even touches you. But i must admit, you tease him just as much.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Living in the tower for a while, you guys have sound proof walls so he's pretty vocal. But since moving into his apartment, you guys have to keep it kinda down. But he still makes sure you hear him so you know you're doing a good job.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He won't tell anyone, but he most 100% likes it when you get dominant with him. It's not often, but sometimes he LOVES it. Like on the days he gets back from missions, if it's not a love making session, he prefers you on top, taking control.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Pretty well shaven, buff, big, and soft. Don't let the tough look fool you, man knows how important a sugar scrub and moisturizer is.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
HIGH. He needs some sort of sex damn near everyday. Though, if you're not in the mood, that is okay with him. He`ll just go to the bathroom and get himself off to photos of you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Never before you. It's his job to take care of you, so he ALWAYS makes sure you are okay and content before he goes to bed.
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kainscape · 3 years ago
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Slashers with an S/O who talks in their sleep
@chibizombiebehindyou: Could you do the slashers (including Asa and Jesse) with a reader who talks in their sleep?
A/N: Decided to do this in a short prompt type of writing piece so I can practice writing short stories without going way overboard
A/N: okay maybe it’s not as short as I thought but hey, it’s not over 2 pages- yeah no it’s pretty lengthy 💀 and it’s not proofread ‼️
Bo Sinclair
It was a consuming and bone-breaking job that the Sinclair brothers did. Therefore, sleep was never guaranteed. But, with you? You decided on your own that you would keep yourself awake to see Bo come home in one piece. He always brushed your worry off as your so called obsession with him. After a few times of butchering your sleep schedule, it wasn't long before you were fast asleep when Bo retuned home. He made his way up the stairs, shedding his boots at the top. Discarding his mechanic coveralls, he was left in a stained but washed grey t shirt and his boxers. He had heard some quiet mumbling but didn't really look into it. The noise had vanished as he pulled back some of the old cover, slowly resting his body beside you. You had looked dead asleep, your body contracting slow and steady breaths. Exempt your mouth moving and forming words. He smirked, realizing you were taking in your sleep. He had some assumptions about it when you would ask questions with no reasoning. He wasn’t too worried. He propped himself up on his elbow to look over at you. “What do you mean you didn’t see it?! It was as big as your ass dude!” That’s something he’s never heard before. He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at your behavior, shaking his head until he heard his name. “Well, Bo, what else do you want me compare it to, your dick!? Yeah right.” His face deadpanned, furrowing his eyebrows. He scoffed, turning over dramatically as he rolled his eyes. He faced away from you, biting the inside of his cheek. In the morning, he might tease you or ask questions around what you said. Either way, he’s not bothered by it.
Vincent Sinclair
It had been a long day for the boys and you within Ambrose. What a better way to go to sleep cuddled up together and arise later in the day by Bo? Of course, you were always first within the bed, already dead asleep and dreaming of whatever your mind wander to. Vincent kept awareness of where the creeks were in the floorboards, avoiding them so he could peacefully lay in bed next to your sleeping form. Yet he heard some prominent mumbling coming from you, serving closer and gently easing up the blankets to slip in. He had removed his mask already, carefully turning to face you. You had your arm over your eyes, mouth open and moving from incoherent sentences. But one was clear as day, “I’m convinced Vincent uses Gucci conditioner and shampoo, my god.” You mumbled a few after that but he was utterly confused. Why were you talking about that weird brand you had showed him once, and why did it correlate to your dream?? He shook his head gently, scooting closer and resting his arm across your waist/stomach, pulling himself against your form until he fell asleep to your rhythmic breathing. Sometimes, he’s entertained by your night time conversations.
Lester Sinclair
Your boyfriend had a fairly easy job compared to his brothers, but when there were visitors piling up after one another, it took a whole lot longer to come back home to you and your shared bed. The frogs and cicadas were a whole lot louder than usuals, but it was like a lullaby to you by now. Which queues the small mumbling escaping your mouth. He was quiet when he came, but of course, Lester wasn’t the best at silence. Luckily you were to lost in your dream to realize he was already snuggling in beside you. He had took notice of your nonsense sentences from time to time, not that it bothered him. If anything, it was an entertaining thing to listen to before going to sleep. It gave him a sense of what your brain really thinks of. “Lester… if I dressed up as roadkill… would you pick me up too?” He tried so damn hard to stifle his laugh, his body almost shaking as you formed a stupid grin on your face. Lester took in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek as he buried his head into the side of your neck. “Sure, hun’” he was sure to keep his words to a hush, taking note to your shared silence. There was a comfortable coldness that covered your bodies compared to the blistering heat outside. What a way to end the day.
Will Graham
Go to work, panic, panic some more and get no sleep. This was Wills routine even with you trying to hassle him into bed. He was always focused on something, or just simply to stubborn to let himself rest for once. But tonight, he had one hell of an excuse. Jack had kept him for a lot longer than both of you would like. But you knew what you signed up for when you accepted to go on a date with Will. You figured out after multiple nights of fruitless attempts at staying up and waiting for your boyfriend, you just gave in and went to sleep on your own terms. This gave Will the opportunity to overthink in peace without the guilt of making you worry. The job had took a huge toll on his physical capacity, leading him to shrugging off his clothing while he made his way to the side of the bed. He rubbed his eye, yawning as he lifted the blanket to the new queen bed you guys had bought, giving more room for dogs and the two of you. He stopped his motions, watching closely as you turned your body towards him. You were mouthing words but they were quiet and blotched. Will slowly slid underneath the covers, feeling his body sink in the end to a relaxed position. He had took not of your sleep talking, not bothered by it. To be honest, he likes to hear what you would say when you weren’t conscious of it. “I wish we had one of those stress powered lightbulbs…” A very quiet and short chuckle made its way out of you, “of course it’s for you, you could probably power Russia with how much stress you have.” And with that, he scoffed and turned the other way, mumbling to himself before attempting to sleep.
Jason Voorhees
Jason always makes sure you’re getting enough rest for your health. He’s adamant about you being your best self with a healthy body and mind. But, he’s never really surprised to see you up waiting for him time to time, honestly he can’t complain. He loves seeing you there in the cabin with the fire still going as you greet him with that beautiful smile. It’s truly warming for him. The rest of the nights, you’re always in the dark comfort of your shared room, resting atop the creaking bed and under the quilt blankets. The cabin door whipped open, quickly caught by the giant hand wrestling against the harsh winter wind. He tried his best to quietly close the door, pushing the lock in place he had added after a break in from a trespasser happened. He observed the room, laying his machete within the kitchen sink after shedding his jacket and laying it on the chair around the wood table. Expertly avoiding the creaks in the floor, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, slipping in without a sound. There was a severely dim light coming from the window, which shadowed over your face just right so he could see you. Jason had took off his boots while he listening to the common small talk from your sleeping form. You guys had decided to look in all the cabins, landing on the jackpot of a bigger bed so you could have more room. Therefore, it wasn’t a huge hassle for Jason to slip into the bed without the alarm of waking you. You were turned away from him, slow breaths from to body. The hockey mask laid on the dusty end table, facing up as Jason looked down at you. A small smile formed on his lips, listening as your talking grew a little more coherent. “Come on Jason, you got all that cake.. and you’re not gonna give me none?” His smile slowly faded, realizing what you meant by ‘cake.’ It ha mentioned before, especially when you went out of your way to slap his ass and look him in eyes to say, “a whole damn bakery back there..” Jason took it on himself to get used to it, not bothered by the comments. He shook his head, inching down so he could pull you closer to his chest, a very strong arm wrapped around you.
Michael Myers
There’s never a sleep schedule with the two of you. There’s times where Michael is out for days at time, retuning only when your asleep and unknowing. There are those very rare times like this one where you’re aware of Michaels presence in the bed while you drift of into sleep. He’s definitely not the type to pull you close or make a move to hold you, but he’s not going to push you away if you wrap yourself around him. Which is where you lay on his chest, listening to his eternally calmed heart beat as you knocked out. It had took a damn long time, but you achieved the privilege of seeing Michael without the infamous mask you grew accustomed too. His eyes usually zeroed in on the ceiling, waiting until he need to close his eyes came. But this time, he looked down at you shifting a bit in his chest, a few words spoken. “I really don’t know how people can’t smell you form your hiding places.. I can literally smell you before you walk in a room.. it’s not a good thing either.” His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to understand why you were composing about how he.. smelled. Yet here you are, your face completely shoved into his chest. He gave you an unimpressed eye roll, turning his head on the pillow for an attempt at some sleep. He found it rather amusing that you would speak whatever you thought without restrictions when you would sleep talk. Something to quietly tease you about.
Jesse Cromeans
He had already experienced your sleep taking, the cameras in his house capturing anything you did. Sometimes you asked questions or said random comments, all that made Jesse smirk or silently laugh. He had also taken notice to the earlier times you went to bed, your stubborn idea to stay up and wait for him dying down. He didn’t mind this, satisfied with your healthy sleep schedule returning. He set the tapes in a box for tomorrow’s checking. Jesse eased open the bedroom door, a small ray of light traveling across the room to reveal the bed you laid in. The black silk sheets covering your sound figure. He pushed the door back closed, taking off all his work attire to be left in his boxers and undershirt. He shimmied underneath the covers, slowly scooting closer to your body. Of course, there were some unconscious words to be shared. “I just realized I’ve got to sleep in every room…” there was some silence before you spoke again, “why?… look don’t even worry about.” There was humorous tone in the last sentence, one that felt oddly genuine for someone asleep. He shook his head, smiling while he took in your scent that comforted him. His hands caressed any exposed skin as the room fell silent, including his mind as you both shared a deep sleep.
Asa Emory
It wasn’t something he really cared to take notice about, never really sleeping at the same time as you due to his large amounts of work he took on. It was to the point he would drift off into a dreamless sleep on his desk. Not that you could really do anything about it with his stubborn view point, so you kept to yourself and went to your bed without him. Well, went to bed also meant brining a pillow and blanket down to Asas work place and sleeping the the chair. You just wanted to feel your boyfriends presence before you fell asleep. He only looked up for a few before looking back down at the scatter of papers, shuffling though some before writing. You made yourself as comfortable as you could get, sighing as you let your body relax. The sleep came easier than expected, the few sniffles sounding in the room letting you know Asa was still there. It was oddly comforting. A flash of worry did strike you, the worry that your sleep talking would annoy him, causing you to have to leave. But it was worth the few bits of it. Asa sighed, running his hand down his face as he battled the tired feeling back. Lending back in his seat, he crossed his arms while looking up to you in the leather chair. Without a warning, a question was asked out loud from you, “What color box would I get if I was one of your butterflies?” He tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows before humoring himself by answering, “Red. To match the original one.” It seems like your dream had answered for you, the words quiet on your tongue as your chest arose slowly. Asa took in another breath before rising to his feet, walking over to you. He brought a hand up to your resting face, his thumb brushing your drink. What a beautiful butterfly you would be.
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donutloverxo · 4 years ago
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NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans
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Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.
Dividers by @whimsicalrogers
Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.
Word count - 2.5k
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A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. He’ll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he can’t imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadn’t told anyone else.
His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when you’re somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.
You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldn’t help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.
B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)
Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s a flat ass or a thick one he’ll love it the same because it’s a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.
His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because it’s almost like he branded you as his own.
C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)
It’s always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.
Which he doesn’t mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your face🥺
D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. It’s become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, you’ll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or he’ll worship you and eat you out till you literally can’t even walk straight.
It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didn’t know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the men’s room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.
E= Experience (How experienced are they?)
VERY. He’s extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if you’re more on the inexperienced side but don’t ne afraid. He’ll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.
F= Favorite Position
His favorite position would be doggy style. Where he’s doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when he’s doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if you’re okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.
He’s also a huge fan of missionary. Because he can’t see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.
But most of the times, he’s in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldn’t question who’s really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he let’s you do that he couldn’t keep a straight face while punishing you.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.
Does anyone remember that term ‘manscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesn’t need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Doesn’t matter if you’re making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.
If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. He’d get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. He’d feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.
If you’re feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. He’ll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.
Even while he’s got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, he’d say while stroking your head, “It’s okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.”
Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didn’t want him wasting his cummies.
Which might’ve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, he’d just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, “See this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.” He’d come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels you’ve learned your lesson.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesn’t just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.
He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.
He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.
L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Yeah you’ve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog won’t walk in on you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
If you simply say, “Screw me.” That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.
But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If you’re a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.
N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that he’s pretty open to most things.
He also wouldn’t like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.
Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how you’re both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.
Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while he’s on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.
But he wouldn’t prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)
He’s game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if he’s skeptical about something he’d keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.
S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
He’s a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. It’s more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.
If it was a long day on set, and if he’s a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldn’t do it with your mouth full.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you can’t take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt that’s a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you can’t help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.
His touches a bit too light, he’d bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it won’t last long because usually he’s the one who ends up getting riled up.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s loud alright. And he isn’t ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.
X = X-Ray (Let s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasn’t hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasn’t that much bigger than anyone else you’d had sex with right?
Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.
He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. He’d respect you if you say no and back off immediately but he’s up for it whenever you want.
ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then he’d be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.
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mirukostallbabygirl · 4 years ago
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BNHA boys after passing No-Nut-November
Yeah. It’s what it sounds like. Prepare to have your backs blown out folks 😌🤚
Characters: deku, denki, Kirishima, Aizawa, Hawks, Mirio
All characters are 18+
Warnings: Cockwarming, Overstimulation, rough sex, phone sex
Deku ~ Izuku Midoriya
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Dude was literally DYING all of November
Because now that he has a girlfriend why wouldn’t he have sex??
But you seemed excited and suspicious of his ability to do it, so— like a true hero— he took on the challenge
He didn’t realize how used to sex he already was, and he sometimes woke up to himself humping a pillow in his sleep (but shh he didn’t tell you about that)
The two of you were texting during the night of November 30
And you could feel the desperation in his texts
Seeing the minutes tick by... 12:30... 12:45... 12:5
It was maddening
He didn’t want to come on too strong, so he decided that he would rather FaceTime you, because he though it would be less awkward (and there aren’t receipts if you say no)
But you were one step ahead of him
You had your alarm set to go off at 12:00 AM December 1st
He was startled when the annoying chime blasted out of your phone, stuttering on what he was saying
So you cut him off, turning your screen to show the time and asking “hey baby, do you want to come over?”
This mans eyes SPARKLED LIKE A KID ISTG
He didn’t even reply. You just saw a shaky view of his room and the sound of shuffling clothes and shoes, then the click of a door lock
He showed up at your door a few minutes later, after having hung up without another word on his way there
You opened the door and there were lips on yours, strong arms gripping your waist
Then groping your tits and ass
He never goes insanely hard
But that was the roughest sex you two had ever had
It honestly made not being able to have sex with him worth it for the absolute monstrous fuck you guys had
And it was a LONG session
You thought about calling in sick from work to stay with him and see if you could make your torn-apart body go for another round
Denki Kaminari
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He gets zappy when he’s horny (like— literal electricity)
And he’s horny a lot because you refuse to let him have sec with you, and even worse— he can’t even Jack off to the thought of you
He tried to get away with it a few times only for you to feel the change of static in the air and come to his bedroom
He DEFINITELY would not have made it through if you hadn’t held him accountable the whole time
And even though at those times you were helping, you weren’t making it easy for him otherwise
You’d wear the short skirts that he liked and purposefully bend over to grab things from the floor, flashing yourself to him
It was funny to see how red he got and then how hard he got— smirking when you caught a glimpse at the tent in his trousers
So on November 30, he had it all planned out
He picked out an outfit for you, and set up his room all elegant
And he asked you to come over to spend the night
You were excited
It’s not like the two of always had sex impromtu, but there was never this level of preparation
You came in around 11 for a late-late night dinner (because what’s a sleep schedule— neither of you knew, that was for sure) of boxed macaroni
His lack of cooking ability was endearing
After dinner, he handed you a bag to go change into
It had thigh high socks, thigh harnesses, and a black and gold lingerie set
You looked hot— you couldn’t lie
When you came out you saw that the clock read 11:57
And Denki turned around, turning a bright crimson
You teased him “you picked this out, silly, why are you getting so flustered?”
He pulled you down to straddle despite how red he got
The two of you kissed until the clock hit 12
And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t kissed all month, but it felt special when you’d be intimate for the first time in a while
He brought you to the bedroom and the two of you spent a whole 3 minutes being romantic before both of you were ravaging each other
It was hard to tell who missed sex more between the two of you
But you were both relieved it was over
Red Riot ~ Eijiro Kirishima
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During all of November, he decided that whenever he was missing your body, he would train
And he did OH HOW he did
He was big and strong and he’d taken on extra hours to work on his hardening quirk, and had shown a lot of improvement
You suddenly had to cope with the fact that your boyfriend got EVEN HOTTER, and you weren’t having sex with him
You even gave in a few times, begging him to fuck you, but every time he denied, “that’s not very manly of me to fail the challenge” he would explain and then head out to the gym
It’s fair to say that it sucked for you
So when November was ending, you made a plan
He worked long hours at his agency, so he wouldn’t be back until it was almost 12, which (you being the night owl you are) has never been a problem
But it was today
So, here you are at his agency, rapping on his office door during his lunch break
He hugged you and pulled you inside of his office like he’s done every day you showed up at his office since you started dating
But you were horny and so was he and the tension was high between the two of you
No one wanted to make the first move, because that would be admitting defeat
So you walked to the side of his desk, his eyes following your ass, and bend down to grab his lunch from the left drawer
You hiked your skirt up enough so that he could see a flash of your panties
You weren’t going to make this last day easy on him, but you weren’t trying to make him lose either
But he was on you after that
Hands on your hips, cock pressed against your clothed ass
And you were so in
You both lost your stubbornness quickly when the lust grew too hard to handle
So you let him pull your panties to the side and start thrusting
God you missed this
And he was so much stronger now
You let out moans as he co tinued, not caring if anyone out in their cubicles heard
You were Red Riot’s and he was yours
You both came, multiple times
And when he relaxed back on his desk chair which you collapsed on his chest
You decided to make the final blow
“You realize you lost, right babe?”
And deep red eyes met yours with a seriousness rivaling that of some prestigious heroes (which was hardly eijiro— everyone loved him as a refreshing kind savior rather than the usual aloofness of heroes)
“I could keep going if you want to be a brat.”
Eraser Head ~ Shota Aizawa
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He’s not a very sex-motivated guy
But he definitely liked it every once in a while— especially with you
His baby girl struggling to take him, writhing in pleasure, cumming 2,3,4 times
He loves it
And he decides that he’ll still get to see his baby get pleasure, and just not get any of his own
So most of the month, if you were in the same room as him, you had a vibrator buried deep in your cunt
It didn’t feel the same as him feeling you up, but it was hard to sit still or focus when he was indirectly doing such lewd things to you
So November was long for you
And not in a bad way, but you were ready for it to be over, and you could tell he was, too
He was near his wits end from not getting to unload into his little girl, and it reflected on his teaching
You wondered if his students could tell he was lashing out because of sexual frustration
The thought made you laugh
So he cancelled or denied any plans anyone made that night, and so did you
You spent the afternoon together, watching tv mindlessly as you sat on his cock
That was something you two had done a lot more— cockwarming
It was nice to be so close to him
And he argued that the challenge was that he couldn’t cum, not that he couldn’t have his dick in you
So you agreed
And now it was nearing time, and he started slowly thrusting into you, both of your heads turned to the clock as you counted down the seconds until you could both cum
And when the clock finally shone 12:00, it was over for you
Brutal thrusts from underneath you left you with a cream-filled pussy, and then again on your hands and knees against the couch, and on the kitchen counter, and the bed
He had to make up for all the time he wasn’t able to pleasure you himself
So you let yourself be completely destroyed by his cock multiple times
Your legs were t even working past your 3rd orgasm, so he’d just carry you to his new destination
Hawks ~ Takami Keigo
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He loved you, but this was not a hard challenge for him
He hadn’t got laid for most of his teenage years
And the two of you did it only on occasion before you teased the idea and he said that he didn’t think you could do it— not have sex with him
So it was more like no-nut-November for you
But you wouldn’t let his teasing be confirmed
So you stood your ground
The two of you made it through the first week with fire in your eyes— encouraged by the want to win against the other
Even the second week was fine
Then you walked in on him fapping like a teenager in your bedroom, surrounded by a few of your sentimental stuffed animals from when you were a kid and a pair of dirty panties
You didn’t intrude
You just let him
And your fingers made their way to the waistband of your panties
You were egged on by his moans seeping through the wall and to your ears
Gorgeous, erotic, and effortless moans that could make you cum without touching yourself at all
But here you are, rubbing your clit and dipping your fingers into your puffy cunt as he jerked himself off on your bed
The two of you never mentioned this
Neither of you were going to admit that that could t even last 3 weeks
You weren’t even sure he saw you, but you sure saw him
And it didn’t happen again, as much as you wanted it to
The sex wasn’t life changing when he could do it again
The real reason you two were together was because you love the other, and that didn’t go away just because you couldn’t fuck
So the two of you were solidified in the shared opinion that you would be happy no matter what happens
And you spend the night bare against his chest, wings brought around your body in a protective shield
Togata Mirio
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He made it through the month just fine, usually too busy training and working to have time for you two to have sex
Instead the two of you work together and cuddle at night
And it’s satisfying, but it’s not mind-blowing for either of you
You’d much rather be able to have sex when he has an off night
He actually has a business trip spanning from November 27-December 3, which was a painfully long time for you
You had gotten your hopes up to be able to be destroyed by him
Instead you two FaceTime every night
And he’s too shy to mention it, but once November has passed, he’s aching to get back to you
Aching to get his cock back buried deep in you
You start touching yourself on FaceTime the night before his flight back
He didn’t notice at first
But he saw your arm flexing as you rubbed tight circles on your clit while listening to his voice
“Whatcha doing there sweetie?”
He asked it all innocent but you know better
You slide the phone down to show your pussy dripping with need
You hear him mutter a soft “fuck” before you hear the sound of unzipping and clothing falling to the ground, keeping yourself in view for him while he shows his equally needy cock on the camera
It’s blushing red on the top, so ready for you you wish you had a teleportation quirk
But the two of you were relieved to be doing just this after so long
And after you both came on your fingers, he promised he would give it to you so good when he got back
And he did not disappoint
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guiltygrimm · 4 years ago
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RZ Michael Myers Cuddles Scenario!
Warnings: Tons of Fluff 💕
A yawn escaped your jaws as you slipped on a pair of silk pajama shorts with a white tank top as they hug your gorgeous frame. Tiny foot steps echoed through the hallway finding your way to the living room to watch a scary movie. Maybe even see what’s broadcasting tonight.
Plopping onto the couch, your fingers gripped the black remote as you directly pointed it at the television turning it on with a click of a button. Michael isn’t present at the moment so maybe watching some TV will pass the time. It gets a little lonely when he’s gone but you know he’s gonna come back. He always does.
You flipped through the channels, but couldn’t discover anything interesting.
“One channel after another... Boring.” You changed it to a different channel. “Not my style. What the heck?They ACTUALLY made a show about this?” Raising your brow, you quickly turned the TV to another station.
It eventually got to a point where your brain was telling you to just put on a movie since nothing good is playing. You arose from the pleasant cushion and started poking your nose into the DVD cabinet below the Television. You read them off moving your finger along the rows of movies until one makes you stop.
It’s called (Favorite movie) which was something you remembered watching growing up. There was not anything else to put on so (F/M) it is. You shut the DVD case while pressing your finger on the eject button, the DVD tray slowly peeked out of the machine. You lightly laid the disk down as the tray slowly hid back away. Now you can finally relax.
The movie loaded and started playing from the beginning. Turning the lamp off, you sat back down as the room dimmed, wrapping yourself into a soft grey blanket burrito, your attention turning to the TV. You laid on your back, snuggling deeper into the blanket wishing Michael was here to join since snuggling him in the blankey was absolutely one of your favorite things to do. You were so comfortable with your body slowly sinking into the cushion. Half lidded eyes started to shut half way into the movie. You could feel yourself drifting into slumber. You’d be lying if you said you tried to stay awake. Guess today’s busy schedule must’ve knocked you out.
What felt like minutes passed to hours, your peaceful state quietly sleeping. A pair of blue eyes peered into the living room to see the sight of you peacefully sleeping(even if your body was in an awkward and uncomfy looking position) Your favorite long haired, silent lover made his way next to you, carefully scooping your graceful body into his large muscular arms. Michael carried your now half asleep self into your bedroom, as he slowly and gently laid you down onto the pillowy mattress. You flutter your eyes open to look up at him.
“Hello, love.” You coo to him. “I missed you.”
You sat up affectionately resting your head onto his stomach before gazing back into his eyes behind that mask of his. “Do you want to lay down too?”
You lightly put his hand in your small one and guide him next to you. his much bigger body made you lightly bounce as he plopped down on the mattress. If anything he may seem like a scary and serious dude, but he enjoys embracing your small body against his much larger figure. You almost feel like a stuffed animal in his arms. You are his obsession after all. Your kindness, affection, honesty, loyalty... something people have never shown him. Michael of course wasn’t very fond of you in the beginning, but after everything you done for him changed his mind about you completely. And instead of ignoring you like he used to, he absolutely can’t get enough of you.
Michael laid down as you cutely snuggle into his arms and resting your head on his chest. The Rhythm of his heartbeat was almost soothing enough to ease you back to sleep. You slid your hand up his torso to his super long hair, gently brushing your fingers through his dirty blonde locks while quietly talking to him about how busy your day was and how delighted you are to have him next to you.
“Your comfier than these pillows.” You let out a slight giggle, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. The feeling of Mikey’s arms tighten around you almost made you squeal with joy since he usually doesn’t give tight hugs. It’s very rare for him to even hug back but he doesn’t mind whenever you’d wrap his arms around him whenever you’d want.
Those Icy blue eyes behind his orange jack o lantern mask were glued to the opposite side of the room, immediately alarming you that something was bouncing around in his mind.
You soften your gaze before you could squeak out “Are you alright, Mikey?”
His predatory gaze fell back on you not saying a word. Michael not talking wasnt nothing new, but the issue dawned upon you as Michael has had this feeling many times before and has made it obvious the past few nights.
Your a sweet girl while he is a giant murderer. He can never get why your so devoted to him when no one else was. You think he feels that one day you would realize that and never want to be near him ever again. This was definitely NEVER going to happen. That soft voice of yours will always let him know you trust, love, care, and understand him with your whole entire being.
A large grin appeared on your features showing your cute little fangs. “You don’t have to worry about that, Mikey. I’m always here for you no matter what life brings. I don’t think I can ever imagine you out of my life. I’m never lonely anymore since your here.”
You gave him a quick peck on his mask whispering in his ear that you promise nothing will ever change the way you look at him. You don’t care how many times you have to tell him, you always want him to know that you adore him as much as he secretly adores you!
Your tiny elegant body laid down on his chest again as you peek up at him with awe. “Do you wanna know what I love best about you?”
Mikey tilted his head a centimeter making your smile grow much bigger. “Everything hehehe. You make me the happiest girl on this planet. Your presence just lights up the room... You deserve to be happy, Michael. You deserve the world and I really mean that.”
Your arms slip around his neck, your eyes twinkling like the midnight starry sky. “ I want to be that person to give you the world...”
Michael turned over slipping you off his chest to face you. Both your arms wrapping around one another with a special embrace. In Michael’s own silent words, you already gave him the universe.
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* enough to make a grown woman cry 😭💕 *
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oleksiak-pettersson · 3 years ago
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Hey Kylie, it’s you. Write that Shay Donovan blurb you thought about at work today
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You sighed happily as Shay’s non-pizza-holding arm tightened around your waist. He’d pulled you into his lap immediately after you returned from the bathroom.
His nose presses against your neck and he inhales happily. These are the kind of nights he loves, his teammates around and his girl in his lap.
The bean bag chair your boyfriend had copped for roommate dinner faced the rest of the room perfectly. You watched as Dylan and Owen fight over the last slice of pizza.
“Want a bite babe?” Shay asks, pizza-holding hand coming to feed the pizza to you.
You nod and allow him to maneuver the food to your mouth. Shay watches you fondly, eyes softening as you take a much bigger bite of pizza than he’d anticipated but he doesn’t expect anything less. You’re his girl and there’s a reason why.
“Can you two stop being so fucking cute?” Ryder growls, there’s an edge of playfulness to his voice but you can hear the heartbreak seeping through. He’s on his stomach on the love seat by himself, his clothes haven’t changed in two days and you’d be worried if it weren’t for the fact that he actually went to practice today.
“Just because you’re heartbroken, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on those of us who are happy.” Shay counters, still feeding you pizza but leans over to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. If there was one thing Shay couldn’t live without, it would be showing you affection publicly.
“Yeah man, they’re also pretty damn cute,” Dylan rolls his eyes, sneaking the last piece of pizza while Owen was distracted.
Shay smiles down at you, you return it happily. There’s a piece of cheese that falls down your chin and Shay wipes it away with a quick finger. The boys all gag as he sticks his finger in his mouth.
“So exactly why did you break up with her?” Owen inquires, pulling the attention back to the moping Ryder.
A huff leaves the blonde boy’s mouth as he turns over onto his back. Ryder runs a hand through his hair. “She may have said another dude’s name while we were,” he pauses, eyes darting over to you briefly. You know he’s trying to think of the most appropriate euphemism for your ears.
Shay, now pizza-less, quickly covers your ears and presses a kiss to your temple. He smiles proud of himself as the rest of the boys turn their attention back to Ryder.
“We were fucking, hard, bed moving the whole apartment kind of fucking,” he continues.
“Okay get to the point,” Shay rolls his eyes, trying to gently push his hand around your ears tighter. You can definitely still hear the younger Donovan brother but you humour your boyfriend, appreciating the fact that he wants to protect you.
“And she moaned out another dude's name.” Ryder sighs, pulling the throw pillow into his chest.
“So, you mean she moaned Jack Hughes while you were fucking her.” Owen laughs, the rest of the boys joining in on the teasing.
Ryder just goes red and pulls the pillow tighter to his body. His gaze finds the roof and he’s silent again.
Shay’s hands finally leave your ears, he pats your back and gestures for you to get up. You stand and he follows, squeezing your waist. He presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters something about needing the bathroom.
You plop back down in the bean bag chair and sigh before finally putting in your piece. “If it makes you feel better, Ry, Shay has also moaned the wrong thing during sex.”
The younger Donovan perks up from his spot on the loveseat and is immediately intrigued by your confession.
“There’s no way Shay said the wrong name, he’s way too fucking whipped for you,” Dylan comments, eyeing you suspiciously.
“Well, that’s because it wasn’t a name.” You smirk slyly, hands going to adjust the bean bag chair. All three remaining boys watch intently as you do so, hanging off your every word. “He cried out Chipotle as he came.”
Dylan and Ryder burst out into hysterical laughter. You pride yourself in being able to have cheered Ryder up a little from his bubble of misery. You join in their laughter, it was pretty freaking funny when it happened. And Shay had bought you chipotle afterwards (and made you cum six times but they didn’t need to know that).
Owen looks horrified and you feel the need to ask him if he’s okay when Shay returns.
“You said you were fighting over what to eat for dinner.” Owen shrieks, clearly scarred now knowing what you were truly up to.
Your eyes widen and your laughter increases. Dylan and Ryder lose it, to the point that Ryder actually falls off the couch.
Shay stands in the entryway of the living room, his jaw hanging open. “You told them?”
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tomorrowxforever · 4 years ago
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Dom! Yeonjun A-Z
Fem! Reader
Contains: Cups of smut. Well, not direct smut so, more insanely suggestive.
Warning(s): NSFW!!, dom! Yeonjun, bully! Yeonjun, mentions : cum play, degradation, impact play, bondage, breeding, spit, voyeurism, sir! Yeonjun, sadism, humiliation, exhibitionism
Notes: This is.. oof. I’m sorry bibi😅 I’m actually pretty fuckin proud of this one. Please keep sending in requests, October is the only month I write full fledge smut and not just suggestive.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):
Yeonjun is the sweetest baby when it comes to aftercare. He can get super rough when y’all are going at it ( especially if he has to punish you ) and he knows it so he makes sure to treat you like the most precious, fragile princess during aftercare.
Need something to drink? He’ll get it. Hungry? He’ll make you a sandwich. Wanna take a bath but can’t get up cause legs = jello? He’ll carry you. He will literally do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and then snuggle you like there’s no tomorrow.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
Yeonjun is an ass man all the way. Sorry, but that’s just the truth🤷. So his favorite body part on you is your ass. But he doesn’t discriminate. Big booty, lil booty. It’s all the same to him:)
Yeonjun strikes me as someone who is secretly self conscious so I don’t think he really has a favorite part of his own body. I mean, the only part of himself I can see him being fully confident in is his shlong, and even that’s after being together for awhile. So maybe that??
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
Junnie is into cum play so...
Yeah.
He will cum anywhere and absolutely love it.
On your face, he’ll pick it up with his fingers and make you suck it off. On your tummy, get ready for round two while he rubs it around on your skin. On your pussy, he’ll finger you with it. In your pussy, he could sit and watch it drip out of you for hours. In your mouth, you better show it to him on your tongue and either swallow it or kiss him.
And he cums quite a bit...
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He really wants you to dom him. Just once. Cause he doesn’t know what it’s like and he’s curious. But he doesn’t know how to ask you cause he knows your his subby lil baby. And what if he ends up not liking it?
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):
He’s definitely hooked up a couple times, so he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to please you. However, you are the first person he’s been able really explore all his interests with and his kink list has definitely expanded since he met you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
Either missionary or doggy.
Yeonjun likes having complete control over you and everything you do. He also likes having you suffocatingly close while he ruins you.
It changes in the middle of a round a lot too. One second you’re on your back for him, the next he’s flipped you over and is pressing your face into the pillows.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
He is goofy in a serious way.
Yeonjun is a bully dom, so he takes every chance he gets to make fun of you. Especially during sex.
He will tease you like there’s no tomorrow. He calls you all sorts of names and makes fun of the things you do and the way you sound, the like. He’s just straight mean.
But if you give him even the foreshadowing of the slightest lip, he’ll switch on a dime and be all jokes aside, serious Yeonjun.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
He keeps himself pretty trimmed down there. Not fully shaved but not super wild. I feel likes he’s the only one who actually makes sure to keep up with the up keep.
And he definitely doesn’t expect anything from you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
He can be sickeningly romantic when he wants to. Rose petals, candles, slow sensual sex, the whole shibang. You cannot tell me that this boy isn’t at least a lil bit of a hopeless romantic.
And when y’all are going at it like usual he likes forcing you to look into his eyes, and he’s invading your personal space just a bit, so it’s pretty intimate.
But he can get pretty animalistic pretty fast.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):
He’ll only really wack off when he’s on tour, and even then he needs your help. Whether it be Skype sex, a phone call or just looking at pictures you sent him for time just as this one, he always has to either see or hear you is some way. Or he just can’t cum.
But other then that, he doesn’t really need to wank it🤷 He’s got you so why would he need to?
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):
Buckle up kiddos-
Cum play
Degradation
Impact play (he will slap your face)
Bondage
Slight breeding kink
Spit kink
Sir kink
Voyeurism
Sadist
Humiliation kink
Almost exhibitionism
Or in other words, Yeonjun is one big kinky bully and we stan😊
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
He’ll fuck you literaly any where. Of course, he’s not gonna start going at it in the middle of a family dinner or anything, but he’ll do it in the kitchen just a room away.
At the end of the day, he doesn’t care where or who’s around but ultimately he’s the only one who gets to see you like that.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
He gets turned on by the simplest of things, if you blink at him in the wrong tone than he’s pulling you away to privacy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
He won’t do anything that will seriously hurt you. Sure, he’ll slap you around a bit and spank you, but he refuses to do anything that could have long lasting damage. For example, knife play.
He also isn’t 100% against sharing you with someone else, but he is hesitant as fuck.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
He doesn’t have a preference. Junnie loves giving and receiving equally.
For the most part, you sucking him off is actually him fucking your mouth as punishment for mouthing off or something. And when he eats you out it’s as a reward. There are some exceptions but those are true for most circumstances.
And he is absolutely fantastic at oral. Like, he just may be the best you’ve ever had. Did you see him with the grapes?
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):
Really he does both. As most things with Yeonjun, it depends.
He could be absolutely plowing into you one second, moving so fast and being so rough that you’re wondering if he’s even human. Then the next moment he’s grinding into you and being all soft and slow. Though slow usually comes with tons of teasing.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):
Oh, he’s all for it.
Sex is sex. And he knows how you have you crying and trembling within minutes.
Though he does prefer taking his time and torturing you, he doesn’t mind taking you quickly in a broom closet before a show or something.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):
Jun will try almost anything once. He’s very open minded when it comes to different kinks and if he sees potential in it, he’ll do it.
And if you haven’t noticed from the previous letters, he had no problem with fucking you in a public place.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
He last so long I almost feel sorry for you. He’ll just hold his own orgasm while pounding into you and making you cum over and over again. Sometimes he holds out for so long you start to wonder if he’s actually enjoying it. But then he finally cums. Hard. And you’re like, oh.
He can also go like two or three rounds before he gets tired and needs a break. But they are both long, torturous rounds soo... good luck❤️
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
Did someone say toys? Hold up, let’s go through his toy box.
Vibrator, dildo, restraints (many different kinds), gags, blindfolds, whips, and a few paddles.
Yeah, he might have just a few🤷
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
I-
Once again, good luck.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):
He doesn’t really moan a bunch. Mostly it’s just grunts. Oh, and he growls. Like 🥵
But he talks a lot so you get to here him make sound in the few and far between instances where he isn’t yapping your ear off (in a good way).
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
He lets you get away with a lot more than the typical dom would let their sub get away with. It’s mostly because he knows he can be kinda rough and mean, but also cause he loves you so much that he can’t find it in himself to actually get annoyed or upset with you sometimes. Also, your absolutely adorable when your acting up and ‘get away with it’.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):
Let’s all say this together, big dick Yeonjun.
We all been knew. Like, c’mon. He radiates so much big dick energy I think we’d be pretty shook if he didn’t have a third leg situation going on.
So, imma say about six and a half, seven inches.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
He goes through fazes of having the highest sex drive in town.
Like, for two or three weeks it seems like he can’t get enough of you. It’s almost every night that y’all are doin somethin. Or he’s playin Wack a Jun.
But the he’s back to normal and has the sex drive of any average dude.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
He try’s to stay awake until you fall asleep. But baby is just so worn out🥺
Y’all start cuddling and he’s out like a light.
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idnek83 · 4 years ago
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Wait, You Can Do What? Chapter 2/?
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Hajime Hinata/Soda Kazuichi
Words: 5,468 
Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot (maybe a little plot if you squint), Trans Soda Kazuichi, Mutual Masturbation, Mutual Pining (a little bit), Vaginal Fingering, Shower Sex, Shower Head Stimulation, Roommates, Wet & Messy (Soda is just super wet the whole time), afab language, Friends to Lovers, (well it's really more like idiots to lovers), 69 (Sex Position), Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Squirting  
Summary: Hajime got some negative feedback from his most recent hookup apparently, and is looking for a way to improve his next performance.
Chapter: 1, 2
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It had been two weeks since the dye incident, and while Soda was enjoying his new neon pubes, he couldn’t help but be disappointed that the dye hadn’t gotten messed up.
He was having a hard time coming up with a new excuse to get Hajime to touch him.
“Later.”
Hajime had said he would fuck Soda later, and he had been replaying that promise every night since.
Wait, was it a promise?
Do things you say when you’re super horny and knuckle deep in your best friend’s pussy count as promises?
Hajime laughed and shifted against him, pulling Soda from his train of thought.
They were sitting on Hajime’s bed, leaning back against the wall and watching some shitty comedy on Soda’s laptop. About 10 minutes in Hajime had leaned over and rested his head on Soda’s shoulder, and Soda had pretty much just been thinking about his dick since then.
Soda tried to rein himself in and focus on the movie to get his mind out of the gutter, only to find the main characters in a heated debate about the proper way to eat pussy.
Yeah, his mind was definitely staying in the gutter.
“Y’know…” Hajime shifted to sit a little straighter, head no longer on Soda’s shoulder, but arm still pressed firmly against him. “I was eating out this girl the other day, and she told me afterwards that I kinda sucked at it.”
Soda laughed to cover up the way his stomach dropped at the thought of Hajime sleeping with someone else. It wasn’t like they were an item or anything, and Soda was already well aware of the fact that Hajime enjoyed the occasional hookup, but now that Soda actually knew what he was missing out on, it was a lot harder to act like he didn’t care about Hajime sleeping with other people.
Hajime gave Soda a look that seemed… disappointed somehow, before continuing with what he was saying.
“Yeah yeah, dude, laugh it up, but going down on someone with different junk from you is hard! I’m like the king of sucking dick, but pussy is confusing, man!”
I could probably make it less confusing for you.
Soda couldn’t stop himself from imagining Hajime with his head buried between his legs, nor could he stop himself from thinking he could make that thought into a reality if he just played his cards right here…
“I mean, how hard can it be, dude? You just gotta like… suck on the clit? Maybe get some fingers up in there? Sounds easy enough to me.”
“First of all, it’s definitely a little more complicated than that. Secondly, going down on someone isn’t just about getting them off, you virgin, it’s about making it good.”
“Well getting off sounds pretty good to me.” He hadn’t really meant to say it out-loud, but the way Hajime laughed and bumped up against him was definitely worth the momentary embarrassment.
“Look, think of it this way, if you’re fucking someone do you really just want to get them off? Or do you wanna get them off and hear them moaning and calling your name and shit?”
Soda took a moment to imagine what Hajime would sound like moaning his name.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They sat in silence for a moment, and Soda took the opportunity to imagine some of the other sounds Hajime might make with Soda’s lips wrapped around his cock. His pussy was definitely enjoying the thought of those noises, he could feel himself getting wetter by the second.
“What’re you thinking about? Your face is red as hell.” Hajime was smirking at him, barely holding back laughter.
“Nothing, fuck you.”
Hajime chuckled and shifted so he was lying with his head in Soda’s lap.
Soda felt himself blush harder.
“Still caught up on the moaning thing? I don’t blame you, it’s pretty hot.” Hajime looked up at Soda for a moment, seemingly considering something. “That’s why I want to get better at eating pussy.”
Soda swallowed around a lump in his throat.
“Huh, guess you need someone to like… give you feedback…”
“Yeah, but it’s kind of a mood killer to be like ‘hey, while I’m going down on you mind giving me constructive criticism and filling out this survey’ with like a random hook up, dude.”
“Maybe don’t do it in such an awkward way then, dude.” Soda couldn’t help but laugh. “But yeah, it’d probably be easier to do with someone you, uh, know?”
“Yeah…”
There was an awkward silence, Soda wasn’t sure if this was actually going where he hoped it was going, or if he was just thinking with his dick.
“Hey, uh… has anyone ever gone down on you before, dude?”
Oh shit, okay, maybe this was going the way he hoped. Okay, fuck, now he just had to not fuck it up. Just gotta respond and say words and stop blankly staring at Hajime.
“Um, not that I’m asking to eat you out! Just wondering if you have any pointers on what feels good…”
Fuck, he was quiet for too long and now Hajime thought he wasn’t interested. Fuck, damage control time.
“Uh, no dude… you’re uh… the only other person who’s ever gotten me off?”
Hajime’s eyes widened and his face flushed a little darker.
“O-oh.”
Fuck why was this so awkward? It was probably best just to be direct.
“Uh, but, if you’re looking for, y’know, feedback or whatever… like, I’d be down for that…”
Hajime lifted his head at that.
“Yeah dude?”
“What’re bros for, right?”
“Right.” Hajime’s grin was so wide it practically split his face in half as he slid off the bed and got on his knees between Soda’s thighs.
It actually made Soda panic a bit, he hadn’t been expecting things to move so fast and he kind of wanted to drag this out as long as possible.
“O-oh, right to it huh? No work up or anything?”
Hajime paused and looked up at him, surprised and a little embarrassed.
“Guess you’re right, better set the mood first, huh?”
Hajime stood up, but Soda only had a moment to be disappointed before he was back on the bed, pushing Soda down, and getting on top of him.
Yeah, that pretty much stopped Soda’s brain altogether, and any functions that had remained were definitely lost when Hajime leaned forward and started kissing up and down his neck.
Hajime was fucking good at this. The way he was nipping and kissing Soda’s neck definitely would have gotten him wet right away if he hadn’t already been practically soaking through his boxers.
Hajime lowered his body to press against Soda’s. He felt Hajime’s half hard dick press against his thigh and couldn’t help the little whimper of pleasure he let out at the feeling.
“See? That’s what I was talking about.” Hajime chuckled before going back to kissing Soda’s neck.
Soda wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. It felt amazing but having Hajime on top of him, pressed so close and kissing his neck almost lovingly, but it was probably going to make him say something he’d regret. Or do something… Hajime seemed pretty talented with his mouth, maybe he could convince him to give him a proper kiss…
Okay, no, gotta get Hajime’s mouth further from his own asap.
He was about to tell Hajime he could stop, that he had definitely “set the mood” already, but then Hajime started grinding against Soda’s thigh and slid his hands up his Soda’s under his t-shirt, and Soda forgot how to speak.
“Cool if I touch your chest?” Hajime mumbled the question against his neck, but slowed his movements just enough for Soda to finally be able to collect his thoughts a little.
“Y-yeah, but uh…” The way Hajime immediately stopped what he was doing and pulled back when he heard Soda hesitate just made Soda want to kiss him more. “Well, I mean, I was kinda joking about the work up thing? Like… I’m already super turned on so-”
Relief crossed Hajime’s face, followed by a teasing chuckle.
“Wait really? From just this, dude?”
Soda flushed deeply, he knew “just this” would have gotten him soaked even if he hadn’t spent the better part of the last hour thinking about Hajime’s cock, but Hajime didn’t need to know that.
“Look, I’ve just been horny since the movie started, don’t get too cocky, asshole.”
“Oh. Man, if you were horny you should’ve just said something. We could’ve been jacking off or something this whole time.”
“Well now you know, so how about we get to that ‘or something’?”
Hajime’s shit eating grin was back.
“I mean if you’re that desperate-” Hajime was cut off by Soda trying to smack him in the face with a pillow, which he caught with practiced ease. They had had many pillow fights over the years, generally over who got to pick what movie they were going to watch, and Hajime nearly always won.
Lucky bastard.
Instead of swinging the pillow back at Soda however, Hajime simply place it back against the wall as he took off Soda’s shirt and shifted lower down his body.
He kissed across Soda’s chest, taking a moment to suck each nipple and gauge Soda’s reaction. Soda was averting his eyes and covering his mouth to stop himself from making any embarrassing noises, but apparently Hajime wasn’t having that.
“C’mon dude, I already told you I want to hear you. That’s like half the point of this.”
Soda reluctantly lowered his hand a bit, only for Hajime to grab it and pin it above his head.
“Don’t cover your mouth again, alright dude?” Hajime smirked “If you do I might have to tie you up.”
Soda couldn’t help the little gasp he let out at that, and Hajime definitely noticed if his chuckling was anything to go by.
But Hajime apparently didn’t feel like teasing him about it right that second, as he simply went back to teasing Soda’s nipples.
He ran his thumbs along the scars on Soda’s chest, then kissed his way along them. The scars weren’t nearly as sensitive as his nipples, but the intimacy of the gesture made Soda moan. He tried to bring his other hand up to his mouth out of reflex, trying to keep quiet, but Hajime simply took it and pinned it above Soda’s head with the other.
“Stay.” Hajime’s face was so close to Soda’s, their lips were maybe an inch apart, and Soda couldn’t help but wonder if he would have caught Hajime staring at his lips if he hadn’t been so busy staring at Hajime’s.
A moment passed, then Hajime pulled away went back to kissing Soda’s chest.
Somehow it felt a little more disappointing than before.
Hajime began to work his way lower, running his hands up and down Soda’s sides as he kissed his stomach. Soda closed his eyes and tried to get lost in the feeling and stop thinking about how close he had been to kissing Hajime.
Hajime choose that moment to slide a hand up Soda’s shorts to tease the highest part of his inner thigh, which caused Soda to both gasp and buck his hips, trying to get Hajime’s hand where he wanted it. Hajime just laughed as he kissed along the waistband of Soda’s boxers, leaving his hand right where it was.
“Hajime, dude, c’mon.”
Hajime hummed against his stomach and took his hand out of Soda’s shorts, only to use it to start pulling the waistbands of both his shorts and boxers down. Hajime’s mouth followed the waistband down kissing every new inch of skin revealed to him.
And then the bastard stopped just as he was about to get to Soda’s clit.
Hajime left Soda’s clothes just high enough to cover his pussy, and chose instead to wrap his hands around to grope Soda’s ass, focusing his mouth on Soda’s thighs instead of where they both knew he wanted it.
Soda couldn’t help but whine.
“Dude, stop teasing! This is just cruel!”
“I’m not teasing, just wanna feel up your ass a bit dude, is that so bad?”
“You are teasing and you know it, you can play with my ass all you want while you’re eating me out.”
“Mm, good point.”
And just like that, Hajime was finally pulling off the rest of Soda’s clothes.
Once his clothes were gone, Hajime sat between Soda’s bent knees, holding them apart and just staring.
“It’s so fucking hot how wet you get dude.”
Soda just swallowed and tried to prepare himself for what was coming.
Hajime lowered himself down and placed a couple kissed low on Soda’s stomach before moving to kiss at the juncture of his thighs. He slid his hands down from Sodas knees to his thighs and gently spread them further, before finally pressing a gentle kiss against his clit.
It was hardly anything, but it still made Soda cry out, and he only got louder as Hajime kissed down his lips before slowly spreading them with his tongue and licking his way back up. When Hajime closed his lips around his clit and started gently sucking, Soda couldn’t help but bring his hands back down to cover his face. He stopped himself last second though, and settle on just gripping the sheets below him instead. Hajime watched him and gave an approving hum, lips still wrapped around his clit, which drew another breathy moan from Soda.
Apparently deciding he could trust Soda to keep his own thighs open, Hajime slid his hands back down to grope his ass again, lifting his hips a little as he did to give himself a better angle. He pulled back and replaced his lips with his tongue, keeping the contact gentle like he was trying to take things just as slow as Soda hoped he would.
“Hajime…” it was quiet and breathy, but it made Hajime sigh and close his eyes as he once again traveled lower and licked at Soda’s slit. He began increasing the pressure a bit, spreading Soda out on his tongue as he began to delve the tip into him, just a little, as both a tease and a promise. He pulled Soda’s hips a little closer as he continued, and Soda finally felt his tongue slip into his dripping pussy.
“Hajime!”
Hajime hummed again, and the little extra bit of stimulation from it felt amazing. Soda closed his own eyes and let himself get lost in it.
Hajime was good at this, anyone who said otherwise must have been lying. Soda knew he wasn’t hard to please, but every movement of Hajime’s lips and tongue felt practiced and amazing, like he knew exactly what he was doing. Honestly, that girl had probably just been trying to get Hajime to go down on her again when she said he was bad at it.
Hajime slid one of his hands around from Soda’s ass to tease his clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles while he began to plunge his tongue in and out of Soda’s pussy. Soda was worried he’d rip the sheets if he gripped them any tighter.
Then Hajime pulled back.
“Open your eyes Soda, watching is half the fun.”
Soda obediently opened his eyes and looked down at Hajime, panting, and was rewarded with a soft smile before Hajime once again wrapped his lips around his clit, sucking just a little harder this time.
“Fuuuck.” Hajime began to bob his head, and while the sensation wasn’t much different, the visuals of it were definitely doing something for Soda.
He felt Hajime slip a finger into him and didn’t even realize he was moaning his name again until he felt Hajime’s pleased humming. A second finger joined the first almost immediately and Soda couldn’t help but remember Hajime telling him how easy it was to just slip his fingers into him the last time they had done this.
I bet it’d be easy for him to slip a whole lot more into me too.
He felt his pussy clench down around Hajime at the thought, which Hajime took as a sign to suck his clit harder and finger fuck him faster. He knew he was moaning openly now, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Soda didn’t think he’d last much longer.
But then Hajime, terrible, beautiful, awful Hajime, decided to fucking stop.
“So? How am I doing?” Hajime’s shit eating grin told Soda he knew exactly how he was doing.
“Fucking great until you decided to stop, you bastard.” Soda tried to glare at him, but Hajime just curled his fingers where they were still buried deep in his pussy, which made him groan and throw his head back down instead.
“Hmm, well I wonder if…” Hajime trailed off.
“Wonder what dude? Cus if you’re wondering if you should keep going the answer is fuck yes.”
“Nah, it’s just that… well the girl who told me I suck, we were kinda both going down on each other? So, I’m just wondering if it was more of like… an angle thing? Or maybe I was just distracted?”
Soda didn’t really want to think about the girl Hajime had slept with right now, so he decided to just get straight to the point.
“So you wanna, like, 69 then?”
Hajime perked up for a second before looking a little embarrassed.
“I mean, if it’s cool with you?”
Soda had been dreaming of sucking Hajime’s cock for a long ass time, so it was definitely cool with him but…
“Um, I’m fine with it but like… aren’t you worried about my teeth?” It was something he’s been self-conscious about since he realized he was into dicks. Sure, his teeth weren’t any sharper than the average person’s canine teeth, but he knew they looked pretty intimidating, and if he had the option, he’s not sure he’d be comfortable putting his dick into a mouth that looked like his.
“Dude, you’ve shown me the way you can deepthroat your toys before, and from what I can see they’re all in one piece, so no, I’m not worried.” Hajime slid his fingers out of Soda and gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Unless you’re like actually planning on biting my dick off or something.”
“You kinda deserve it for stopping when you did.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Hajime leaned back and started unbuckling his pants, and it was only then that Soda realized Hajime had been fully clothed the whole time. It felt pretty unfair, so when Hajime got his pants off and started getting into position, Soda stopped him and insisted he took off his shirt too.
“It’s only fair dude, I can’t be the only one naked.”
“Sure dude, you know you just want to see my tits.” Hajime laughed as he pulled off his shirt, taking a moment to cup his pecs and jiggle them a little teasingly.
Soda hated that it turned him on.
He just rolled his eyes and waited for Hajime to stop.
Eventually he did, still laughing, then, to Soda’s surprise, he laid back and gestured for Soda to get on top of him.
“O-oh… I have to be on top?” He didn’t actually really mind the idea, but the thought of awkwardly crawling over Hajime until his pussy was close enough to his face was pretty embarrassing.
“I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but in my experience it’s a lot easier to suck dick when you’re the one on top. The angles just better.”
Soda thought it over and yeah, sucking dick while flat on his back did sound a little more difficult.
“O-okay, but can you, like, close your eyes while I get on top of you then? Shit feels embarrassing.”
“To be clear, I’d love to watch, but if it’s what you want, then sure.” Hajime closed his eyes and relaxed back into the bed.
Soda swallowed and took a moment to just take in the sight of Hajime, naked and fully erect.
Yeah, that was an image he was definitely going to be dreaming of.
He began awkwardly getting himself in position above Hajime, straddling his stomach and sliding himself back until he thought he was close enough, watching Hajime the whole time to make sure he kept his eyes closed as promised.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now…”
Hajime did, and immediately slid his hands up Soda’s thighs and spread his lips a little.
“What a great sight to open my eyes to, think I could get used to this.”
Soda tried not to get his hopes up at the implication, and instead focused on his own task.
Hajime’s dick was a pretty good length, and it was nice and thick too. Honestly it was probably one of the nicest looking dicks he’d ever seen, and considering most of the dicks he saw were attached to porn stars, that was really saying something.
“Hey, you alright dude?” For once, Hajime didn’t sound like he was teasing, just like he was genuinely checking to make sure Soda was alright. It made Soda’s chest feel tight.
But he told his heart to shut up, it was horny time, not feelings time.
“Yeah dude, I’m good, just, uh, taking it in I guess?”
“Okay man, no rush, take your time.”
Soda took a deep breath to calm himself before reaching out to gently stroke Hajime’s cock.
He was a little surprised by how different it felt compared to his toys. It was warm for one thing, and it twitched and pulsed a little as he moved his hand along it. Hajime began slowly running his hands up and down Soda’s thighs, encouraging him, but not distracting him.
As Soda continued to stroke Hajime’s cock he noticed little beads of pre-cum forming at the tip. He wanted to taste them, and he was supposed to be blowing Hajime anyways so…
He leaned in and licked the tip of Hajime’s cock, enjoying both the slightly salty taste and the quiet gasp he heard from Hajime. That was all the encouragement he needed. He wrapped his lips around Hajime’s tip and sucked, not too hard, and the noise Hajime made went straight to his pussy.
He pulled back and decided to focus on the shaft for a bit, using one hand to keep Hajime’s cock in place, only to end up slipping anyways when he felt Hajime’s lips close around his clit once again. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips down against Hajime’s face, but Hajime didn’t seem to mind, if the noises he was making were anything to go by.
Soda tried to refocus of Hajime’s dick, kissed and licked his way back up the shaft until he could close his lips around the tip again. This time he lowered his head, took the tip fully into his mouth as he continued to stroke it with his tongue.
“Fuck, Soda.” Hearing Hajime moan his name was almost better than feeling his fingers slide back into his pussy.
He was definitely going to make him do it again.
Soda began to bob his head, taking just a little more of Hajime’s cock into his mouth with every downward motion. He wasn’t too worried about gaging, he’d been practicing this ever since he bought his first dildo, and some of the toys he had practiced with since then were even larger than Hajime’s cock. Really, the only thing he was worried about was that he wouldn’t be able to actually get Hajime off since he wasn’t sure exactly what would feel best for him…
Okay, so maybe Hajime had had a point earlier; going down on someone with different junk than you was kind of confusing.
Not that that seemed to be stopping Hajime though. All Soda could do was continue to bob his head as Hajime continued to eat him out like a pro. At some point Hajime had started fingering him at the same pace Soda was bobbing his head on his cock, moving his tongue up and down over Sodas clit at the same speed as well.
Soda decided to move a little faster, just to see if Hajime would too.
Hajime matched his pace perfectly, sucking at Soda’s clit now while he continued to work him with is tongue.
Fuck that was good, he’d have to up his game a little.
Soda curled an arm around Hajime’s thigh as he sped up a little more, using it to fondle Hajime’s balls as he slid his cock further down his throat. It earned him another one of those delicious moans of his name, and Soda felt himself getting incredibly close.
He took Hajime’s cock to the base a few times, loving the way Hajime was moaning against his pussy. Pretty soon he had to pull back for air though, Hajime had started curling his fingers down in the best fucking way and Soda was scared he’d legitimately choke on Hajime’s cock if he came with it in his throat.
“Fuck Hajime, more! Just like that, please!” He begged against Hajime’s cock, doing his best to keep working him with his hands and lips as Hajime once again picked up his pace.
Soda couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so good, Hajime had started bobbing his head like he had earlier, and Soda wasn’t sure if it was the new angle or if he was just more sensitive now, but it felt so good his arms gave out and his thighs were shaking. He rested his face on Hajime’s hip, still absentmindedly trying to work his cock.
Hajime began to speak, puling away from Soda’s dripping pussy just enough to get his words out before diving right back in.
“C’mon baby, cum for me, cum on my face like a good boy.”
The last two words stuck in Soda’s head, and replayed over and over as he came, squirting all over Hajime’s face and moaning his name the whole time. Hajime didn’t let up, fucking him faster on his fingers and circling his clit with his tongue until he was whining from overstimulation.
Hajime finally pulled back, giving Soda’s pussy one last open-mouthed kiss before shifting them both so Soda could lay back down. Soda gratefully rolled onto his back and looked up at Hajime through half lidded eyes.
When Hajime caught him looking he made a show of wiping his juices off his face and licking his fingers clean.
“Fuck dude, I didn’t know you were a squirter, that’s so fucking hot.”
Soda’s pussy throbbed in interest at Hajime’s words, but he was too out of breath to do anything more than stare.
Or at least he was, until Hajime reached down and began to jerk himself off.
“W-wait dude, I’ll- just give me a sec to catch my breath and I’ll do it.” Hajime had finished himself off in the shower, no way Soda was going to let him do it again.
“You sure dude? Cus I really don’t think I can wait much longer.” Hajime squeezed his cock to emphasize his statement, and Soda noticed it looked red and angry now, like it was literally about to burst.
But he still felt boneless, could hardly manage to lift his head…
Good thing he had a way to get Hajime off without much movement on his part.
“Fuck my face.”
“What?” Hajime looked both incredibly shocked and incredibly aroused.
“It’s fine dude, I you know I can take it.” Hajime still seemed unsure, so Soda pressed him a little further “I want you to cum in my fucking mouth, dude, please.”
Hajime swallowed, but began shifting to straddle Soda’s face.
“Just like… slap me or something if it’s too much, okay?”
“You got it dude, now hurry up and fuck me.” Soda blushed as he said it but just opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue invitingly instead of correcting himself. He figured Hajime knew what he meant, and it was worth it to see the way Hajime flushed at the words.
Hajime guided his cock into Soda’s mouth carefully, and Soda moaned around it, half because the idea of Hajime actually fucking his face was turning him on again, and half because he wanted to make it clear to Hajime how into this he was.
Hajime tried a few quick, shallow thrusts into Soda’s mouth, but Soda wasn’t having it. He slid a hand up to cup Hajime’s ass and slowly pushed him forward, encouraging him to go deeper. Hajime got the message and braced his hands above Soda’s head.
“I’m serious dude, stop me if I make you even a little uncomfortable.”
Soda hummed his agreement and sucked at Hajime’s cock a little before relaxing his throat again.
Hajime shifted forward slowly, watching Soda’s face for any sign of discomfort as inch after inch of his cock disappeared down his throat. Soda just relaxed further and continued to push him deeper.
Once he was all the way in, Soda hummed again and did his best to communicate with just his eyes how badly he wanted Hajime to start fucking into him for real. Hajime must have gotten the message, because he shifted his position a little and began slowly thrusting into Soda’s willing mouth.
Soda didn’t realize how turned on he would get, but every time Hajime thrust back into his mouth, slowly getting faster and more confident, he felt his cunt throb with arousal. Part of him wanted to make Hajime stop and fuck his pussy instead, but Hajime looked like he was getting close, and Soda didn’t want to stop him.
Hajime picked up his pace, finally fucking into Soda’s throat fast enough to create some delicious wet slapping noises as he went. He was still holding back a little as he thrust down into Soda, but Soda was enjoying himself too much to try to make him go faster.
He was touched that Hajime was being so careful, but, if he was being honest, part of him really just wanted Hajime to fuck his throat as hard as he could.
Hajime’s thrusts grew shallow and uneven, and Soda knew he was close. He brought his other hand up to Hajime’s ass, squeezing a little and pushing him forward to make sure he didn’t try to pull out.
He was serious when he told Hajime he wanted him to cum in his mouth.
“Fuck, Soda, I’m gonna-”
Soda just hummed around him and gripped his ass harder, and soon he felt Hajime’s hot cum filling his throat as he did his best to swallow around his cock.
Hajime was panting as he pulled his cock out, and suddenly Soda’s throat felt a little raw.
Maybe it was a good thing that Hajime had so much restraint.
Hajime flopped down on the bed next to Soda, throwing an arm over his face as he caught his breath.
“Fuuuuck dude, that was fucking amazing.” He turned his head to look Soda in the eye. “I’ve never done something like that before, it was fucking hot.”
“Mm, yeah.” Soda’s voice sounded a little raw and he tried to cover it with a cough, but Hajime had already noticed.
“Here, one sec.” Hajime rolled over and reached for something on his desk, squishing Soda beneath him a little as he did.
Not that Soda minded.
Hajime moved back and handed Soda a water bottle.
“You really didn’t have to do that dude, would have been more than happy to just jerk off to your post-nut face.”
“You jerked off last time too, didn’t feel right.” Soda shifted and squeezed his thighs together, trying to ignore the way his pussy was still pulsing. “Besides, I really fucking enjoyed it.”
Hajime quirked a brow at that.
“Yeah?”
“If I hadn’t already soaked through your sheets, I definitely have now okay? That was probably almost as good for me as it was for you.”
Hajime finally looked down and noticed the way Soda was rubbing his thighs together.
“Well if that’s the case, how about I return the favor?”
“Uh?”
“Sit on my fucking face dude.” Both of them blushed bright red for the millionth time that night. “I mean uh… I probably need practice with that too, right?”
Soda had honestly forgotten this was supposed to be about Hajime practicing his oral skills, and based on the demonstration he had just gotten, he was starting to suspect there hadn’t actually been a girl telling Hajime he was bad in bed in the first place…
But he wasn’t about to call him out with such a nice offer on the table.
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NSFW A-Z List (Mama Mia! Jungkook)
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***This contains smut, 18+ only please***
“Aqua told me you all had some questions for me so, I had my assistant fax me the prompt and, I’m really hoping she didn’t read it because, these are filthy ha. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.” 
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):
“It kind of depends on the situation but, if I just had sex, I’m in a good mood. If Y/N and I are in the bed, I make sure I change the sheets and, I make sure she’s cleaned up and, feeling good too. Sometimes we like to talk about it. A bit of pillow talk is always great. PILLOWW TALK! Do you guys remember that song by that one dude in one direction? Great song. It’s like he left one direction and, immediately needed to say the word fuck and sing about sex.” 
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
“This is a weird question. I like my abs? I guess? I mean I spent like a million hours in the gym trying to tone up and stuff so, it’s definitely the only thing that stands out.” 
“Y/N is the by far the most beautiful woman on the planet so, it’s a little hard to pin point one specific part of her I like the most. If I had to choose, I would say her eyes. Sometimes she looks at me and, I suddenly forget all three languages I speak. She takes my breath away. Literally, who is she looking at like that? Me? Does she value my life at all? Is she trying to kill me? Probably. I love her :-)” 
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):
“Cum...I don’t really know what I’m supposed to talk about in this section so, I’m just gonna say- yes?? Is that the right answer?” 
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
“One time, when Y/N was away on business, I jerked off so much in one day, I sprained my hand. I guess that isn’t dirty but, it is embarrassing. I’d probably do it again though, I’m so spoiled that I forgot what’s its like to go without sex.” 
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):
“Yikes this question is a little hard for me to answer. Before meeting Y/N, I had a lot of different partners. After finding out my half-brother tried to steal my recipe, I got really down on myself. I felt really empty and, I spent a lot of time partying and, hooking up with random people. I don’t really know how many if I’m being honest. It was a lot though. After awhile I kind of snapped out of it and, realized I needed to deal with my issues head on so, after a bit of therapy, I was doing a lot better. Sexually, I’ve had a lot of experience but, intimacy? That’s a lot newer for me. And let me tell you my dudes, nothing is sexier than being with someone who truly loves and cares for you. I don’t make the rules.” 
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):
“Missionary. Listen, I know it’s a boring answer but, I’m a sucker for passion what can I say? I like watching her face and, seeing all the little expressions she makes, especially right when I first push inside of her. Also, it’s the best position for her to scratch up my back and, I really love when she does that.” 
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):
“I don’t really find a lot of things to laugh about during sex but, I’m sure it’s happened at some point. Sex is kind of a serious thing for me now but, I wouldn’t stay serious if something funny happened because, sometimes funny things do happen. When they do, we laugh but, then I’m right back in the moment again. Y/N and I mess around a lot in our daily lives so, I like to use sex as a way to show her how serious I am about her and, our relationship.” 
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):
“I got laser hair removal like 3 years ago. Yes, it’s possible to get it done in sensitive areas but, it’s crazy expensive. Or so I’ve heard, I’m not gonna lie to you, my idea of expensive and, other people’s idea of expensive are probably a little different. But yeah, I got it all lasered off so, it doesn’t really grow there anymore. I keep my face shaved too but, my arms and legs are free to grow all the hair they want.” 
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):
“With Y/N, I’m a little bit of a hopeless romantic, I can’t lie. I love all of that cheesy shit. Rose petals on the bed? Yes. Wine and chocolate on the shores of our private beach? At least twice a week. Leaving Y/N little post it notes all over our villa that contain all the things I love about her? Duh. I AM A SAP. I AM A MESS. I can’t help myself. My father collects first edition classic novels and, for Valentine’s Day, I had him send me the contact of his distributor so, I could buy Y/N the first edition of The Princess Bride. It’s one of her favorites. It was only $1,400 so, I definitely got a good deal. I also had a custom gown imported from France and, a prince-like outfit made for me. What do princes even wear? What is that called? Tights? I don’t know but, I looked like a goddamn Disney prince by the time I was done getting ready. I rented a different villa out for the weekend and, my interior designer decorated it like a medieval castle. We spent the weekend playing prince and princess and, it was probably one of the best weekends of my life. So to answer your question: Yes, I am romantic.”
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):
“I only really touch myself when Y/N is away. Her and I have a pretty consistent sex life so, we have sex almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I don’t really have a need for it anymore and, it doesn’t feel nearly as good as sex with Y/N.”
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):
“I have a few. I’m really sensitive to smells so, if Y/N smells good, I can’t keep my hands off of her. She has this one perfume from Gucci that I love so much. I can get hard just from the smell; it’s kind of pathetic honestly. I love  having sex outside too. It’s a good thing we have a private strip of the beach because, if we had neighbors nearby, they would hate us ha. I have a cashmere picnic blanket that we take down there a few times a week and, we always end up making love on it. Yes, I said making love. Get over it. Oh and, if Y/N says anything about my muscles or how strong I am? Instant turn on. I think I have a praise kink? Is that what it’s called? I love Y/N’s panties too. Lace, silk, cotton, clean or dirty; I don’t discriminate, just put them in my mouth. Lol, this is getting dirty…sorry Aqua.”
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
“I already kind of answered this but, sex on the beach or sex on our balcony are probably my top two.”
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):
“I feel like I answered this one too because, I just talked about my kinks but, I would say my motivation is to get my girl off right? I get off easily. I have a beautiful woman all over me, saying dirty things in my ear… I mean, my orgasm is guaranteed. Y/N doesn’t take a long time to cum anymore because; I know how to please my woman but, I still want her to feel good. I want to see her let go and, let someone else take care of her for a change. She works so hard. I want to show her what a good woman she is. I want to show her how much I love her.”
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
“Threesomes, anal and, I’m pretty sure this is everyone’s answer but, bodily fluids belong in the toilet.”
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):
“Yes.”
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.):
“Both. Sometimes I want to draw it out and, let her feel every inch of me but, sometimes I want to fuck so hard we are both sore the next day. It’s all amazing either way.”
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
“I love quickies. They are great in the afternoon when she and I have things to do but, we still want each other. They would get old after a while though so, we usually do both. It’s very rare that we just have a quickie and, nothing else but, sometimes it happens. Ever since we moved to Greece, we try to always make time for each other but, we both get busy from time to time.”
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
“I’m game to experiment a little bit but, Y/N and I have been together awhile. We’ve tried a few different things but, sex with her is so amazing, I don’t feel the need to experiment that much anymore.”
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):
“I can last forever if I need to. Like I said, my orgasm is an easy thing to obtain with a woman like Y/N so, my focus is making sure she’s feeling it too. I can go for multiple rounds too, I mean it’s hard not to. Have you seen her? We have sex all night sometimes. I hope she finishes her conference call soon, I’m really starting to miss her…”
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
“Y/N owns a very tasteful collection of dildos made out of rose quartz and jade. I use them on her sometimes between rounds but, I don’t know how often she uses them beyond that. I don’t own any toys but, I do spend quite a bit of money on new lingerie for Y/N. She has an entire armoire for all of her outfits. Oh, we have gold handcuffs too. We take turns using them on each other.”
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
“Y/N has a really sensitive spot on her neck and, she’s really tender around her waist so, sometimes I come up beyond her and, brush my lips against her throat and, tickle her. She’s told me it turns her on immediately so, I like to play with her a little bit. We both tease each other a lot though, especially during phone meetings. One time, I was on a 4 way call with my investors and, she sucked my dick through the entire thing. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack but, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cum a little harder that time. Maybe that’s another kink of mine…”
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):
“We live on a private piece of land so; we can be as loud as we want. I’m only loud when things are getting intense but, even still I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs. She isn’t crazy loud either but, I do try my hardest to get her to scream my name every now and again. Just for fun.”
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):
“Y/N and I are in the process of buying an island in the Caribbean and, sometimes I get turned on when she talks about how much money we both have. I’m sorry, I know it’s a dick move but, it’s the truth. I donate millions to charity every year, I swear.”
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):
“I’m like 7 inches I think? When I’m hard it’s probably like 8 or 9. I’m not sharing any more than that ha.”
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):
“Pretty high. Unless I’m really sick or really busy.”
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
“If we’ve been going for multiple rounds, I’m pretty exhausted by the end of it but, I don’t just fall asleep. I don’t want to leave the bed afterwards though. I just want to cuddle with Y/N until we both pass out. If it’s during the day and, we’ve only gone once or twice, I’m not tired at all.”
“Aqua wanted me to dedicate this to @gldnrecs​ and, @bulletproofbirdy​. She says you guys are the best and, apparently you have a sweet spot for me. So, I guess I’ll dedicate this to you too ha. I hope you liked it.”
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twst-campos13 · 4 years ago
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In the still chilly morning of February, the sun shone bright and warm. He appeared with radiant waves of blinding them with his gleeful smile and white wings of wispy clouds. The sun appeared magnificently that the sensation of awe was more like a sucker-punch to the gut.
“Is it just me, or is this what it feels like when gods show you their divine form?” Ace grimaced, blocking his hand over his eyes to spare them from the merciless rays. Deuce muttered just beside him. “I think that’s just Hunt-senpai…” His eyes adjusted from the light and they widened in surprise at his senior’s get-up. “Wearing...really different clothes…”
“Bonjour, monsieurs!” The hunter greeted, ebullient. Rook stood proudly in front of the first years. His enthusiasm curved at the smiles of his eyes. If anything, it is quite overwhelming for the five of them. More so…
“Hunt-senpai,” Deuce timidly raised a finger for his attention, “if I may ask, er, what are you wearing?”
At the corner of his eye, he saw Epel’s lip twitch, probably fighting the urge to facepalm or laugh. Rook smiled wider at Deuce’s question and chuckled. “Oh, Monsieur Spades. I am wearing the clothes suited for this blessed day!” Rook spread out his arms to better show his get-up.
He was wearing a pristine white toga that billows like pillows of clouds by his knees. A thin, golden belt shimmered around his waist, shaping his muscular form properly in the toga. In place of his signature hat was a crown of small white blushing roses. His bag of quivers sits right at his shoulder, its quills shaped vaguely like hearts. To top it off, the straps around his shoulders held the quaint wings at his back. It was almost comical, really, that Jack’s tail thump against Epel’s back so that the boy would disguise his laugh as a cough.
The first years’ reactions vary and juxtaposes Rook’s exuberant smile. Ace seems like he is repressing some unwanted memories with his furrowed brows and pursed smile. Deuce appeared polite despite the obvious internal debate of telling Rook he looked ridiculous. Jack’s stoic expression and body language is just a front to keep Epel from bursting out in laughter. Sebek, meanwhile, is the most truthful out of them.
“I believe we were asked to carry out a task,” Sebek reminded, serious (and a bit confused) as the knight he is. “Is this truly the appropriate attire or are you making fun of us, Hunt-san?”
“Dude!” Ace exclaimed at his friend’s bluntness. Sebek gave him a side glance. He had not said anything particularly wrong, right?
Fortunately, Rook only laughed. “Non, non, Chevalier du Dragon! I am not making fun of all of you, not in this beautiful day.” Rook gestured from his wings down to the sandals of his feet. “Do you not recognize who I am imitating?”
Deuce considered answering but Rook did not wait for it. “It is Cupid, the messager de l’amour himself! The winged god of love!”
The first years exchanged glances with each other. The situation has been assessed and each of them came up with assumptions, conclusions, and solutions.
“On this special day, love is truly in the air! And in this school, it seems I am the only one interested in spreading its importance and sentiment!” Rook continues, a slight lament in his tone. He shook his head as if he is pecked by small flies of negativity then looked over the first years excitedly. “But no more shall the Chasseur d’amour do this honorable task alone!”
Rook was truly appreciative of their thoughtfulness upon volunteering. It was unsure if he was aware of Ace and Epel’s sour expressions, or Deuce’s hesitance, or even Jack and Sebek’s uncertain countenance. If Rook was aware of their worries, he only shone brighter in attempts to motivate them.
Ace finally spoke up after some deliberation. “Isn’t this a bummer for us, though?” he tried to excuse, a petulant sigh and a shake of his head. “Most of us are single and you want us to do some lovey-dovey delivery service for the couples around us?”
The smile on Rook’s face turned into a line and he shook his head. “Monsieur Hearts, that is not what Valentine’s day is simply for!”
“But it’s kind’f intended for that—isn’t it?” Epel quipped, playing with his fingers behind him as he thoughtfully looked at his feet, a curious wonder in his tone. “Valentine’s became a special day for couples. You get to show your significant other how special they are to you…and…” he paused, looking back at the eyes on him then jumped on his heels.
“A-At least that’s what I noticed was commonly happening!” Epel stuttered defensively. Though his friends were more attentive to the hunter exasperatedly sighing.
His exasperation did not translate to the smile that returned to his lips. Which was odd because considering under different circumstances, their seniors would definitely be annoyed. In Rook’s case, his eyes were rather fond. Determined, even.
“Monsieurs, what theme does Valentine’s day value?” Rook asked them. The first years exchanged glances with each other. “Love?” they answered in varying tones.
“And is love objectively romantic?”
They almost answered on the whim. The question made them think despite the obvious answer. “Well…I spend my Valentine’s with my mom,” Deuce sheepishly answered. There was a murmur of agreement from his friends with the similar story. This made Rook chuckle. “Precisely, Monsieur Spades!” He clapped the first year on the shoulder. Deuce nearly doubled over by the force.
“Love is not a constant state. It changes and adapts into magnificent forms—it is something to be nurtured so that when shared, others can see how beautiful it is,” Rook mused ardently with a twinkle in his eyes. “If you subject love to one thing—and one thing only—can you still consider it as love?”
The first years exchange looks once more. Rook somehow made sense, and regardless of their varying experiences about what love is, they could not help but agree with him. It transcended more than just an emotion—and Rook was aware of this.
With collective sighs they came to a mental agreement.
“It’s just for today, right?” Ace confirmed. “I am a man of my word. After this, we shall part ways.” Rook placed a solemn hand of promise near his heart. “Very well. We shall proceed as agreed,” Sebek declared with authority present in his tone.
Satisfied with their answers, Rook embraced them heartily. The way his arms was able to accommodate five of them was shocking.
“Merveilleux, monsieurs, merveilleux!” Rook laughed earnestly. “Now, without further ado…” he handed them an off-white suit box—where did that come from—which lid was pinned with a shimmering gold bow. Their names were written in calligraphy on each box.
Ace whistled at how fancy it was. Deuce and Epel were rather careful in holding it, the elegance intimidating them. “This will be our attire?” Sebek inquired, having already opened his box to check its contents.
The smile on Rook’s lips graced into a mischievous curl. “Wearing the appropriate attire for such occasion is imperative,” he chuckled. Rook then turned his heel, faux wings bouncing with his every step.
"Come now, monsieurs. The letters won't deliver themselves!"
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Early Morning Tea PT 1
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 soo...i saw this picture on twitter and couldnt help to think Katsuki fucking Bakugou...so now we’re here. 
well maybe not here, maybe we’re all on momos crazy expensive yacht with your classmates trying to figure out what bakugous really packing?
this is only pt 1 so word count is right around 1,600
(Baku x f reader) Warnings: seeing the pee-pee go ‘da-doing doing doing’ ... swearing cause its Bakubro...idk i never know what to put here. this parts pretty chill. ( happy birthday baku bb ) 
It was 6am, a little early for you, but you had woken up and couldn’t go back to bed. You had plans that you definitely didn’t want to over sleep for, so you made your way downstairs for a cup of tea. That was bound to wake you up. You exited the elevator and made your way to the kitchen, still groggy as ever. Sleep still laced heavily on your face, eyes barely even registering the figure in front of you. His voice broke you out of your early morning trance.
"Oi, What are you doing up?"
It was Bakugou, you could tell that much, his figure still blurry as you brought your hands up to rub at your eyes. As the fuzziness started to fade away, you were able to clearly see him....all of him. Your eyes immediately started to focus on the rather large bulge protruding from his grey sweatpants.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" He glared at you, then followed your eyes. He adjusted himself, which didn’t work out that well, because he just managed to grab your attention even more. There was no way you were actually seeing, what you were seeing.
"I'm sorry, I just woke up, I couldn't fucking see you... Why the hell would you come downstairs like that?!" you asked and pointed to his problem he was still trying to fix.
“I could ask you the same thing, dumbass."
 You looked down at what you were wearing, a small grey tank top, and the shortest pair of sleep shorts you owned. Your hardened nipples clearly evident through the shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest for some modesty
"I need tea, I'm so tired." You managed to grumble out, despite your embarassment.
"Here I just made some, I'll go grab another cup." He handed you the mug he had in his hand and turned back towards the stove. An unusually strange move for the class grump.
"You're pretty nice in the morning, maybe I should start getting up a little bit earlier... I bet it’s because Kaminari hasn’t gotten a chance to annoy you yet."
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And you did just that, you're not going to lie, after that day you were left wondering if your sleep eyes had played tricks on you, or if his dick was really that big. You tried catching glimpses every chance you could. Bakugou was one step ahead of you though.  He caught you checking him out, and made it a point to angle his body during workouts, and training sessions, so you purposely couldn't see anything. Not that he really didn’t want you looking, he just wanted to tease you. See how far you'd get before you'd crack.
Early morning tea turned into a daily routine. You stumbling down to the kitchen, to Bakugou already setting down some cups, one for you, and one for him. His temper really did seem better in the mornings. You decided you’d put that to the test.
"Hey, I know you don’t like to hang with everyone and shit, but the girls are all planning a little weekend thing… I heard Kirishima say he was going to go. You should come too…"
"Why the fuck would I do that?"  You glanced over to Bakugou who was scowling at you. Not bad so far, his stares became less intimidating the more time you spent with him. You were able to tell when he really meant them or not.
You thought to yourself “so I can fucking see what's hiding in your pants THATS why” but there’s no way you could come right out and say that to him. A little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone right?
"Because you’re the only one not doing anything this weekend, and you'd be bored here all by yourself…" You took another sip of tea to occupy your mouth before it had the chance to say what you were really thinking.
"Tch. I'll think about it."
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“Oi shitty hair. What is this thing this weekend? “ Bakugou shouted as he burst into Kirishimas dorm room, interrupting his game of smash. Kirishima wasn’t even fazed at this point.
“Oh haha, what…. Who told you bro? Sorry I didn’t ask, just figured you'd say no. Are you coming?”
“What is it?”
“Oh well uhm, everyone’s sort of hanging out on Momos yacht...”
“She has a fucking yacht…..”
“Yeah dude! Come! It's going to be awesome. Just thought you wouldn’t want to be trapped in the middle of the ocean with everyone...” 
Kirishima was right, Bakugou really didn’t want to be stuck out on the ocean with all those idiots. So clearly that's the exact reason why you wanted him to come. Perfect opportunity to check him out, while he’s distracted by everyone’s shenanigans, and by everyone that meant Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Jiro, Ochako, Momo, and obviously you. There was no shitty Deku ( he happened to be busy, along with Todoroki )  so at least he wouldn’t have to deal with them, if he ended up agreeing.
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It seems that agreeing might have been a bit of a mistake on Bakugous part. Momos yacht only had 5 bedrooms, two of which contained two twin sized beds, two of the other rooms had a full, (with an en-suite living room area that contained a couch) , and the last was a master bedroom, that had a deck to lead outside. Momo insisted everything be fair and had everyone do a few games of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get each room. Kirishima and Kaminari were to share one of the rooms with the double beds, while Momo and Jiro were sharing the other. Ochako, and Sero ended up getting the singles, and you were the lucky winner, claiming the master all to yourself. None of you really thought Bakugou would actually agree to coming, so you didn’t include him in any of this.
 The room situation was long forgotten by the time the weekend rolled around, and none of you realized until you heard the explosive yelling that started not long after boarding.
“Oi! I'm not sleeping on the fucking couch this weekend! Do I look like some fucking extra to you?”
“Dude, I got the room fair and square...I get the bed. Why don’t you just ask Kaminari to switch with you and bunk up with Kirishima?” Sero replied calmly as he laid back with his hands behind his head, in the bed, that he indeed won.
“Have you heard how loud that fucker snores! I’m not doing that…. I’m not sharing with dunce face either, so you can forget it!”
“Dude you could always kick Y/N out of the master, and make her shack up with Uraraka.”
Bakugou just stood there silent…
“I mean unless you wanna shack up with Y/N instead…” Before Sero even had a chance to rethink that last sentence, his smug grin was being blasted off his face.  
Bakugou was faced with the reality that those two suggestions were actually his only valid options.  Well, it was either that, or the couch, and there was no way in hell Bakugou would sleep on the couch like some fucking extra.
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 On the other end of the yacht, everything was going great for you at least. Despite all the yelling going on in the distance, you used your time to settle in and admire how lucky you really were. So far the weather forecast looked perfect, and all the food you’ve been served so far was amazing. You couldn't believe that Momo was this loaded. How you ended up with the extra master was truly a gift.
You were all given an itinerary, times and places to meet. Everything planned by Momo of course. You had exactly 1 hour to finish getting settled, and ready before dinner was set. You were just about to do your makeup, and change, when the bedroom door was just about thrown off it’s hinges.
"Oi, get your shit, and get the fuck out." Bakugou shouted and he threw his bags into the room and flopped down on the bed.
"Uhm, what….No your sharing with one of the boys...what are you doing….."
"I'm not sleeping on a couch." He shifted so his arms relaxed behind his head. How fucking cute. At least it would have been if he wasn’t trying to hi-jack your room.
"What the fuck Bakugou, I got this room fair and square! I’m not leaving!"
“Tough princess…either take the couch in round cheeks room, or go sleep with Sero for all I care.” He was hoping you wouldn’t do either, but he had an ego to protect.
“I'm not doing either Bakugou, this is my room fair and square! I didn’t ask you to come so you could ruin my time.” You plopped yourself on the bed beside him and gave him a death glare. You were willing to fight....if it came to that. You grabbed a pillow and smothered his face with it. You heard the faint sound of his quirk activating from underneath you, but you wouldn’t let up.
 “You fucker! Get the fuck off!”
“No this is my bed! All my shits already unpacked!” Bakugou managed to flip you around so he was caging you in. He grabbed the pillow from your hands, and threw it to the floor. He leaned in close and whispered…
“You can always share with me…Princess…”
You heard a noise off to your right looked up to see Sero, standing there, looking at the two of you laughing.  “Wow, fuck, when I told you to share with Y/N I was only joking….didn’t think this would happen so quickly…”
Bakugou abruptly shoved you off the bed, and onto the floor.
“Shut it tape face, before I fucking kill you.”
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Butting Heads- dean winchester x reader
Our first renaissance fic, that is to say it’s set way back before things got complicated. Pre season 4. Anyway, Y/n, Bobby’s niece, grew up with the boys, and now that Sam is back in the game she’s along for the ride. Problem is she has a habit of giving Dean a run for his money, but despite their constant bickering they both know that she’s the only thing holding Dean together. fluff, small angst
Word Count: 2,350
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Dean and you didn't have the greatest relationship as friends. You always argued and yelled about things related to hunts or things that had nothing to do with anything. But unknowingly, you both cherished each other's company. You had been there since they were kids, there when Sammy went off to college, there when John first disappeared. There for everything bad but the long, silent nights in the Impala were some of your best memories. The both of you singing along to classic rock, like complete dorks, were his best memories. It was times like those when you forgot about fighting. Times when you were both shit faced drunk and stumbling over one another, or when you both teased Sammy for being a gigantor nerd, or comforting each other in the darkness after a nightmare. You two were very similar, strong-willed, hard headed, shoot first ask questions later, stubborn hunters with daddy issues and mommy issues and every other kind of issue you could think of hidden behind a bottle of Jack Daniels and an I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. 
Sometimes you would realize that he was the only one who really understood what you were going through because he had been going through it too. As much as Dean didn’t like to admit it, he knew that too. 
“You could have gotten all of us killed back there!”, Dean said gruffly, supporting a limping Sam with one arm and shouldering a duffel bag with the other.
 “Me?” You fiddled with the hotel room key before finally getting it open, helping them both inside. “If you weren’t such a self sacrificing bone head, we wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place!”
Dean lowered Sam gently onto one of the beds and slammed the duffel onto the other. “If you would just do as you’re told-”
“So I’m supposed to let you die because you think you can handle a whole werewolf on your own?”, you interrupted him, voice growing higher with anger.
“It was one werewolf! Sammy got hurt, you were supposed to get him back to the car. Not leave him there to bleed out and put not only him but yourself in danger doing something I could have easily done just to prove yourself!”
Sam groaned as he was brought into this, “Dean, relax. I wasn’t going to ‘bleed out’. You’re being ridiculous”, he said as you helped tend to his leg. He had a long gash down his thigh to his knee and probably more than a couple broken ribs. He’d definitely need stitches, which you started on as soon as you could get your hands on the med kit. 
“You were gonna be werewolf lunch in a few seconds if I hadn’t stepped in when I did, or worse. And I don’t have to prove myself, Dean, I’m as good a hunter as you if not better any day. Just thank me for saving your life and get over yourself”, you said, pouring whiskey over Sam’s cut to disinfect it as best you could. He hissed in pain but stayed still enough to not tear the stitches you had just finished. 
“I had it covered”, Dean scoffed.
“That’s why I had to gank the bastard instead of you”, you retorted, not even bothering to look up from bandaging Sammy. 
“That’s why you almost got yourself killed! Sam could have been stitched up long before and we wouldn’t have to worry about him losing so much blood or risk getting an infection! If you’re such a better hunter than me then you’d know what's more important! Your partners’ lives or your ego! You say that you’re better but that’s why you almost botched the last couple hunts we’ve gone on! You say that you’re better but that’s why Bobby saddled us with you, because he knew you couldn’t take care of yourself and you’re too stubborn to stay put and help where you’re actually useful!”, Dean’s last words cut into you like a knife. 
Tears pricked your eyes, but you’d be damned if you cried in front of him, so you stood up and turned your back to him, calmly packing the first aid supplies back into the kit. A deathly silence fell across the room. Sam was holding the last breath he drew in, his gaze flickering between you and Dean, waiting for you to blow up in the older brother’s face. But you didn’t. And that's when Dean realized the magnitude of his words. 
“I didn’t mean that, Y/N”, he said softly, guilt flooding his body. 
You said nothing and only finished what you were doing and shoved past him to go out the door. He turned to go after you, but Sam stopped him. 
“Dude, I think you should just give her a little while to calm down after that”, Sam advised, “What the hell was that about? You know you were struggling with the werewolf.”
“I know, Sammy. But she could have gotten hurt”, Dean said, wiping his hand down his face in shame.
“And so could you, Dean. She saved both of us tonight, she’s not a damsel, she's a hunter. A damn good one at that. You owe her a big apology, huge actually.”
“I know.”
You didn’t go back for a few more hours. You spent most of your time walking the streets of the rinky dink town you were stopped in, trying to rationalize what happened. Maybe Dean was right, you could have seriously endangered all three of you. But he was struggling and you couldn’t imagine what you would do if you just stood by as he got hurt or killed or even bitten. You knew Dean didn’t mean what he said. He had a habit of saying things he didn’t mean when he was upset. It didn’t mean that his words didn’t hurt you though. It was well past dark when you realized you needed to go back, you had left your cell phone and that was stupid with the condition Sam was in. As you walked up to the hotel you saw Dean rush out, keys to the impala in hand. He looked pretty frantic until he saw you from across the parking lot. He stopped and dropped the keys, running over to you. 
“Dean, I-”
He cut you off when he wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground a couple inches before setting you back down. 
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m an idiot. You’re so useful to us and you’re an amazing hunter and an amazing woman. I was just so worried about Sammy, and worried about what could have happened if you got hurt and I let my mouth get the best of me. I didn’t mean what I said. I owe you after killing that thing, I probably would have made a mess of everything if you hadn’t stepped in”, he rambled off, looking you in the eyes. You had never seen him looking so sincere and guilty before. 
After a long pause, you sighed, “It’s okay.”
“It’s not. I’m a grown ass man and I need to learn to think before I speak.”
“That may be so, but you’re also the most thick headed man I’ve ever met. I know you didn’t mean what you said. I accept your apology, we’re all under a lot of stress right now. But we’ve both said things we don’t mean to each other before, Dean. I don’t expect that to just go away. You’re not gonna go all soft on me after a spat that we’ll forget about in the morning. That’s not to say that next time you talk to me like that I won’t knock you on your ass”, you said, a small smile growing on your face. 
Dean chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, “I’m surprised you didn’t this time, to be honest. But are you sure-”
“Dean, shut up. It’s fine. I don’t care anymore, I just want to take a shower and go to bed right now. No hard feelings”, you promised.
“Alright. I bought dinner earlier, left some in the microwave for you. Sam’s knocked out, I dosed him up with some pain killers. He should sleep through the night, so showers all yours. The bed too if you want it, I owe you.”
“Not a shot in the dark, Winchester. I didn’t let you take the bed the last time I chewed you out when it was my turn. The bed is yours fair and square, tonight.” 
The three of you had a sacred system of who got one of the two beds in the room and who got the pullout. You hadn’t broken the streak yet, and you weren’t going to break it tonight just because Dean wanted to baby you all over an argument. 
Dean grinned, “I was hoping you’d say that, my shoulder is killin me tonight and I hate those pull outs.”
Dean was out when his head hit the pillow, which was surprising, usually it took him at least twenty minutes to fall asleep. But after the hunt today, you could understand. You had trouble keeping yourself awake and twice you caught yourself nodding off, once while halfway through your cold burger that served as dinner and once more in the shower. When you finally laid down on the pull out couch, it didn’t take you long to fall into a deep sleep.
Although not as deep as you thought. You woke up to darkness and didn’t understand why. You were never the type to wake up in the middle of the night, unless something was wrong. But no one appeared to be in immediate danger when you sat up and listened carefully. Sam was snoring away as per usual but that was about it. You were about to lay back down and go back to sleep when you heard it. A whimper. 
“Y/N”, a gruff voice called out in the dark. 
“What do you want, Winchester?”, you answered. 
But then he only called out for you again, louder this time, more panicky. You had heard that before. Dean was no stranger to nightmares, and Sam had become so used to them over the years that he didn’t wake up anymore. 
“No...Y/N…”
You stood up and padded over to Dean’s bed, placing your hand on his shoulder to shake him gently awake. It didn’t seem to work though and his face contorted in distress more than it already had. 
“Dean, I’m right here. Wake up”, you said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 
“You can’t leave me...please.”
You pressed your hand against his cheek comfortingly, “Dean!”
His hand shot up and wrapped around your wrist and his eyes shot open, he was breathing raggedly. 
“Y/N? You… you were gone”, he said, sitting up abruptly, there were tears in his eyes. “After what I said to you, you left and you didn’t come back. I came to look for you and the werewolf it came back and you were just laying there.” He was leaving out the details but he didn’t have to say anymore for you to get the jist of the dream.
“Shhhh. It’s okay, I’m okay. I’m right here and I’m alive”, you cooed.
“But you were-”, you cut him off before he could say anymore.
“It was just a dream, Dean”, you moved his hand to rest on your chest, just above your heart. Normally, you would have shied away from any sort of touch like this with Dean, but that was during the daytime or in front of people. You knew when to put your differences aside and you knew what helped Dean during his times of need. “Feel that? Still beating. Everything is okay.”
Dean sighed in relief and wrapped you in his arms, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t handle losing you after what I said before.”
“I told you I forgive you. That stupid old brain of yours is just trying to make you feel bad.”
“Yeah. I guess”, Dean muttered. He held you for a few moments and you stayed in silence until, “Will you stay with me?”
You smiled, “Scoot over.”
You spent the rest of the night leaned up against the headboard of the bed, Dean’s head on your chest with your hands running gently through his hair to soothe him. When his breathing hadn’t evened out enough for your like you drew a short breath and began to sing softly like you knew Mary once had a long long time ago.
“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better.”
You felt him relax more under your touch and it was working, just like it always did. 
“Remember to let her into your heart then you can start to make it better.”
By the second chorus he was sleeping soundly but you repeated the song twice more to be sure and never stopped playing with his hair. 
Sam woke up at daybreak but he wasn’t in any condition to get on the open road yet and you still had one more night booked in the hotel. You shushed him when he spoke, gesturing at the still sleeping Dean in your arms. 
“Bad dream?”, he whispered, having found you two in this position before. 
You nodded as best you could without wanting to disturb the sleeping Winchester, his eyelashes fluttered against your collarbone and his arms were still wrapped around your waist tightly, he hadn’t moved in the night save for snuggling deeper into your chest in his sleep. You stayed up all night with him just in case he had another dream or if Sam woke up and needed more painkillers. 
“Go back to sleep, Sammy. We’ll leave later. You need to rest in order to heal anyway.” 
When both brothers were asleep again, you let yourself drift off. 
Yeah, you and Dean butted heads more often than not, but you both knew how much you needed each other.
this is actually the preface to a fic i started writing more than 5 years ago so there’s a poorly written angsty part 2 to this is anyone is interested
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