#he's most definitely referring to him wearing lingerie

[spideesenses]

hey, idrk wether ur doing requests at the minute, but if you are, i need some sugar daddy!miguel because im dying over here with not a single drop to suffice 😞 i need him to spoil me ☺️

i am absolutely open to requests🥰

Sugar Daddy!Miguel head canons

NSFW. MDNI!

miguel definitely has a worship & praise kink. he loves seeing you dripped out in extravagant attire that he bought for you, adorned with diamonds around your neck. he makes it known that he loves what you’re wearing, complimenting you every chance he gets. he wears you on his arm so proudly as if he has the most stunning date (and he does) and he can’t wait to rip everything off of you

↳ “oh come on cariño,” miguel mumbles from in between your thighs as your fingers thread through his hair. “you look so pretty when you cum for me, you don’t wanna give daddy another?”

there’s very few times he tells you no & when he does, it ends up with you pouting, “but daddy! don’t you think we’d look so cute with matching?” you’d been referring to matching cartier rings. miguel was never a jewelry type - maybe a gold chain around his neck for the holidays, but he left the jewelry to you. it complimented your skin so well, especially with the body scrub you’d used, leaving shimmers of glitter?

he’s surprisingly better at keeping himself restrained when he’s feeling needy, especially in public. it’s usually you feeling him up at after parties and begging him for any sort of attention. he’d keep you at his side, hand at your waist before murmuring in your ear, “behave mi vida and i promise you, you’ll have everything you want and more.” and you knew he was good for his promises

he talks you through your orgasms. “i know baby, i know” & “it’s okay, i’ve got you. daddy’s here” & “you’re so good for me, i’m so proud of you” while you’re trembling around him

cockwarming becomes more frequent because you get needy while he’s working. how could you not be needy when this gorgeous hunk of a man is in front of you? messy, tousled hair, glasses, the first two buttons on his white button up undone, exposing his chest with his tie loosely strung around his shoulder.

↳ “if you distract me away from filling this report out, daddy’s taking it out of your allowance,” he hisses as you slowly slide down onto his cock. you whimper as he fills you to the brim, causing him to curse under his breath. he does play with you a little bit, dragging his hands up and down your body, noting how you bounce in his lap needily.

when you talk back to him or speaking to him without manners, he grabs your tongue with his fingers. “try saying that again. oh? you’re done with your tantrum? you wanna try asking daddy nicely this time?”

he loooves shopping with you. when it comes to fashion, he’s very plain when it comes to himself…but when it comes to you? he loves coming with you to reset your wardrobe for the season and listening to you talk about how you saw this on the runway to a fashion event he had taken you to.

you never noticed it but he does up your allowance by a grand for every lingerie photo you send to him. he was quite surprised when you asked him to pick a number between 1-10. he was lucky to have a “go big or go home” mindset because he received 10 very revealing photos right before a meeting.

you always try color-coordinate with him when it comes to going to events with him, but his wardrobe’s full of neutrals. you did save your allowance on getting him a pastel wardrobe of valentino suits tailored to him so he could match you more often. he was very surprised by this gesture since he’s usually the one that likes to show you off, but this small gesture made him realize how proud you were to have him on your arm as well. needless to say, he did pay you back. and ever since then, you two are usually the “it” couple when it comes to social outings.

him fucking you over his desk after he’s finished a big project? you’re bent over his desk as he’s pounding you from behind, fingers in your mouth. him letting you pick out a designer bag afterwards since he was a bit rough and selfish.

he has a thing for your feet in heels paired with anklets. yeah, he dropped a couple hundred for your manicure and pedicure, so of course your toes look great. but something about your legs thrown over his shoulder as he rails you, heels and anklet digging into his skin made him feral.

aftercare consists of a romantic lit bath in the bathtub that has jets. he purchased these bath bombs from dubai that has 24 karat gold in them that he always makes sure he has on deck for his royal highness

[bangchanisinmymind]

dating habits

pairing; bangchan x reader; fluff-suggestive

Hugs : we all know his opinion on hugs and I genuinely believe he would hug you with the tiniest chance he have. Like when you stay with him at the studio he'll just make you sit on his lap and wrap his arms around you while you both listen to the new melody he made through the speakers (not really loud the whole situation is soft now <3). Or when you're both home and you're cooking or looking through the window he'll definitely hug you from behind putting his chin on your shoulder and you slid your arm down to his.

Kisses : I firmly believe he would kiss your moles. Since he found out you have those tiny dots all over your body he kissed whichever was closer to him. When he lays his head on your shoulder he kisses the one on your collarbones, when he kisses your lips he never misses the one on your chin, while he's going down on you he kisses the one between your breasts, on your ribs and tummy.

Taking care of you : he knows you skip dinner most of the time because of you being tired returning home so he always has a sandwich for you in the fridge and makes sure you ate it when he comes home. Also he wants to make sure you dress well so he gets you clothes from other countries when he's on tour he believes you'll like and sometimes when he returns home and you're asleep he picks out an outfit for you to wear in the morning <3

Sleeping : he always cuddle you to sleep ALWAYS. He absolutely adores when you use his body as a pillow, he likes it the most when you bury your face in his chest because he gets to smell and play with your hair (let's you hug his pillow when he's late :')n. Other than that he always makes sure you have set your alarm for the next day and brings a glass of water so if you need it throughout the night you won't have to go to the kitchen <3

Touching in general : when he drives he will put his hand on your thigh (FOR SURE). Always finds a way to touch you no matter who is watching, he doesn't mind being teased after you leave the room by his members or his family for telling you to sit on his lap when y'all are in the living room ( especially when there is not that much space or he thinks you might be uncomfortable).

Together stuff : he tries to match your showering schedule so you can "save water" together, it's not usually that hot, it's more like soft and sweet and taking care of each other :'). Lives for sleepover nights with the members because he can show all his love and affection for everyone (but mostly you ofc) and definitely feels like a proud dad having his loved ones all together spending time. Talking is everything for him, can talk with you all day about every single thing without getting bored but only loving you more every time

18+ : HEAR ME OUT. MAN LOVES YOU SITTING ON HIS FACE that's all I have to say. He loves to please you and see that fucked out look on your face after <3. One of his biggest kinks is being called daddy as known so he'll absolutely love it when you call him like that or refer to yourself as babygirl or something like "daddy's little girl" he might cum the moment he hears you. Loves seeing you in lingerie 🙈 he won't be very vocal about it but you can tell by the look of his eyes.

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[yoon-kooks]

the airdrop incident | myg

🗿pairing: yoongi x reader

🗿genre: fluff, neighbor!au, f2l, childhood friends, best friend's brother

🗿summary: You accidentally AirDrop a racy photo of yourself in strappy lingerie to your hot and arrogant neighbor Min Yoongi.

🗿word count: 1k

a/n: yes this is for yoongi's bday and yes im 471298 years late🥹

An onlooker might be wondering why you’re standing outside your neighbor’s door at ass o’clock in nothing but an oversized tee, but the answer is simple. Mistakes were made. You’re an idiot.

But then he has the audacity to answer the door. “He” as in Min Yoongi, your childhood friend slash nemesis, the older brother of your best friend, or, in the simplest terms, your hot neighbor.

“Yes?” he raises a brow, staring at the way you’re shivering outside his door, the way your perky nipples are most definitely poking through your shirt. You’re sure he sees it all. But given the fact that he’s also seen you practically naked, you don’t even bother covering up. What’s the point?

“Did you, by chance, get an AirDrop like five minutes ago?” you get straight to the point. It’s fucking freezing, after all.

“Depends,” he hums, eyes still very much on your chest. You’re pretty sure he’s dating that pretty brunette you’ve seen sneaking in and out of his house lately, so why’s he looking at you like that? “What was the AirDrop?”

“A picture of me,” you mumble. It was freezing a minute ago, but now your face feels hot. That’s weird.

“Hmm, not sure if the one I’m thinking of is you or not.” The bastard puts on his most exaggerated thinking face—basically the thinking emoji with the hand on his chin. “What were you wearing?”

“Nothing!” you squeak at him. Both of you know no one fucking uses AirDrop except old people. He’s obviously playing dumb and knows what’s going on. He just wants to hear it from your mouth to make his ego bigger than it already is. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Pretty sure you were wearing something…” he furrows his brow, unlocking his phone to “confirm” what he saw. Like your favorite villain Swiper the Fox, you snatch the phone out of his hand. (He actually just hands it to you, but you like the Dora reference.) “Ah, yes. Black strappy lingerie, right? I didn’t know you were like that, Y/N.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss as you search for the pic in question. AirDrop must have its own stupid section on the phone because you can’t find it anywhere.

“Relax, I already deleted it,” he chuckles. You’re not falling for it. Surely he’s already leaked the photo on OnlyFans. You don’t have a whole lot of faith in Min Yoongi. He’s never been The Nice Guy. “Who were you trying to send it to?”

“None of your business.” He has a girlfriend, after all. Why should he care about who you’re sending those kinds of pics to?

“My sister?”

“Fine. Yes, her.”

“You’re sneaking around sending nudes to my sister? On AirDrop?” he narrows his eyes. Why does he seem more disgusted at the AirDrop part? You’d laugh if you weren’t so stressed. “She’s in a very committed relationship, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You don’t know what’s worse—him thinking you’re hitting on his sister aka your best friend, or admitting the pic was from a photoshoot for your new job. There are no winners here. Might as well come clean. “She requested the pic so she could show support for her lingerie model best friend.”

“My little Y/N grew up and became a lingerie model?” He tilts his head, intrigued. He might’ve deleted the pic from his phone, but you bet the image is still ingrained in that fuckboy head of his. You wonder how his girlfriend feels about him thinking about other girls in that context. You’d feel shitty. “In that case, I’d also like to show support. Mind if you send the pic ag—” 

You cut him off with a growl.

“I kid, I kid.” He waves his hands so you don’t pounce on him. But then something occurs to him. “Wait, so AirDropping it to me wasn’t ‘an accident’?” he asks with air quotes.

“No, it was a real accident, Yoongi,” you scoff. You can’t believe he thought you’d intentionally sent that pic to him. He’s so full of himself.

“Well that’s no fun.”

“Elaborate.”

“It would’ve been kinda cute if you did it to get my attention,” he shrugs. “Just like when we were younger. Remember how you’d always tug on my arm and pout until I acknowledged you?”

“No, but it’s kinda weird that you remember it.” You finally cross your arms in front of your chest. “It’s also kinda weird that you want my attention when that’s what your girlfriend is there for.”

“It’s kinda weird that you keep up with my love life and know I have a girlfriend,” he fires back at you. “I’m breaking up with her, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know.”

You pause the petty war for a second. Min Yoongi is breaking up with his girlfriend because you accidentally sent him one (1) risqué pic of yourself? To be fair, you do look pretty hot in that photo. But still! You’ve known the guy your entire life, and all it’s ever amounted to was banter with a hint of feelings on your end. You’d always assumed Yoongi thought of you as nothing more than his little sister’s friend. Surely he’s just toying with you right now. Because that’s what fuckboys do. 

That’s what Min Yoongis do.

“Good to know,” you nod, the cold breeze coming back. You better leave now before you do something stupid again. Stupid AirDrop. “Well, I’m gonna go now. It’s fucking cold.”

You drop his phone into his palm, your fingers grazing his in the process. They’re so warm. But your fluffy blanket is warmer. And it’d never betray you.

“Thanks for only being a slight dick about the pic,” you say, scurrying off to your doorstep.

“Anytime,” he smirks. Asshole. “I’ll AirDrop you later.”

“I don’t want your dick pics, sir.”

You hear his laugh before closing the door.

A minute later, you get an AirDrop of what you hope is not in fact a dick pic. You accept it immediately.

It’s a blurry selfie of him on his bed, flipping you off with an emphasis on how much extra mattress space he has. That has to be the quickest breakup of all time. They don’t call him a fuckboy for nothing. You shouldn't feel this tempted.

He accompanies the pic with one simple text:

Yoongi🗿 [2:03AM] “Your loss”

[megzscribbleznwordz]

got any nsfw hcs for any of the main ypfigth guys ( gary claude troy satan ) perhaps ? ^_^

OOOOOOOOOhhhhh absolutely! I had so much fun writing these. I gave mostly general ones, if you'd like anything more specific or more for anyone else let me know!

Gary

Gary has a very high sex drive… like, even for Hell standards

Easy to overstimulate and arouse… Like, the smallest most random thing could turn him on out of nowhere. Someone he’s attracted to says hi? Boner. Anybody whispers anything in his ear? Boner. 

Very into teasing, be it being teased or doing the teasing… both finds the banter fun and also manages to be the best at finding what exactly to tease somebody about to get the desired response

Also super into edging, along with overstimulation and post-orgasm torture… pretty much anything that takes advantage of how sensitive he is / his sexual partner is

I think Gary would be a switch, with his decision on being dom/sub purely based on his mood in the moment

Claude

Also very teasing, but with more emphasis on degrading rather than banter. Very yappy to, won’t shut up ever about anything that takes place over the encounter

Claude is a reader… definitely has the biggest collection of raunchy novels. Loves using them as reference for what he does to himself/his partner too, like sexual inspiration

A bit of an underwear thief, very good at hiding it… collects the underwear off whoever he manages to sleep with, uses them to fuel his fantasies and as future jerk off fuel

I can’t explain this one at all but… definitely has a hand fetish. Tends to find himself attracted to people with well kept hands/very dexterous and hand-intensive interests/hobbies

A try-anything-once-even-if-I-don’t-think-I’d-be-into-it type of guy. Even in solo escapades, I feel like he does a lot of sexual introspection and exploration

Troy

Also a bit of an underwear thief, but more terrible at hiding it… weirdly gets off on the fact that he’s bad at it. Part of the arousal for Troy is the fear of getting caught.

Definitely super into anything that scratches his ego, ex. Begging, Overstimulating, Edging all in the Dom sense.

Very wordy as well, about everything pretty much. Be it narrating his actions/intended actions, praising and degrading his sexual partner, groaned out pleasure filled curses, his mouth is always going

Particularly loves blowjobs… I mean LOVES. Gets super into it too, running his hand through his sexual partner’s hair, guiding their head up and down on his cock

Troy is a groaner… also very sensitive! Most anything he either does to himself or has done by other leads to deep, difficult to contain guttural groans.

Satan

Office sex, office sex, office sex! It gives him the biggest power trip ever… Nothing scratches the ego like the feeling of bending some cute thing over his desk, papers spilling over the edges and sliding gently over onto the floor, hearing the footsteps of other demon’s outside the door no doubt unaware of the actions occurring behind it…

The only drawback is that he’s very loud… even when going through his solo sexual exploits. Moans, groans, hisses, curses, the whole nine yards.

Likes for his sexual partners to put on a show for him, if comfortable. Masturbating for him, stripping, wearing lingerie … the whole show is part of it for him.

Satan is super into the possessive sorts of kinks. Collars/leashing, predator/prey role play, anything that makes use of his power and possessive nature

Big fan of foreplay, when the time calls for it. I feel like most of his sexual encounters are quickies so whenever able he loves to take his time and building up the mood a bit

[misslavenderlady]

He's Just an Actor - Chapter 3❤️

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: After sharing your desires and guilty pleasures, how could your vampire lover do anything but ravage you~?

A lot of parts in this chapter are inspired by the movie Red Shoe Diaries (which as mentioned in the last chapter is a movie Billy Wirth was in). Any mentions of a movie or scenes refer to that!

This is in the universe of the fic "It's Just a Movie" by @theyreonlynoodlesmike, so you should definitely read that first (this takes place around chapter 12)!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Flirting, Lingerie, Seduction, Roleplay, Handjob, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Cock Warming, Spanking, Missionary Position, Pinned Down, Creampie, Aftercare, Sleepy Cuddles

Previous Chapter

To say that you were excited would be the greatest underestimated statement of all time. Not only were you adored by Dwayne as his girlfriend, but you now found that you were lusted by him as well. You wanted to shout your joy from the highest of rooftops in Santa Carla. It took every fiber of your being to stop yourself from getting too wild too fast, instead sending him off to quickly feed so you wouldn’t be worried about any danger from his bloodthirst.

It also gave you ample time to prepare for such a momentous occasion~

Before Dwayne had left to hunt, you told him exactly how you wanted to do things. A few more important details about the movie were shared with him, and the look in his eyes when you told him was enough to make you want to get naked right then and there. However, you stayed strong and kissed him before sending him off to do his own preparation. Though you did take his jacket for part of the fun you were planning.

While you awaited his return from feeding, you gazed at yourself in the full-length mirror propped up in the corner of your room. It was the only one the boys owned, and it made sense that you were the only person there that could use it on account of you having a reflection. Your hair was done in a way that made you feel extra pretty, a little perfume on your wrists and neck in the scent that Dwayne said he liked, and some dark, crimson lipstick staining your lips that you fully intended on marking that hunky body of his with~

You had a matching set of a black bra and panties with his leather jacket on top as well as a short, black skirt barely covering the tops of your thighs (Paul of course had been the one to buy it for you, and while you had rolled your eyes at him before, now you felt you needed to thank him for unintentionally helping out). The entire look reminded you of what the leading lady of the movie was wearing in the second sex scene that Dwayne’s actor had. 

When you heard the sound of him stepping back into the cave, you felt your heart race faster than ever as you hid in a corner of your room behind a velvet curtain. This was all really happening, and you couldn’t have been any more eager~

The footsteps gradually became louder as Dwayne got closer to your room. He was most likely following the sound of your beating heart, hearing how pumped you were. When he moved the sheet that blocked the doorway of your room, you definitely liked what you saw. He was freshly cleaned off from his hunt, his long, dark hair flowing over his shoulder. His jeans hung dangerously low on his hips. Without his jacket on you could clearly see every sharp-looking line of the muscles on his gorgeous body. You were aching to touch him.

“Where are you, beautiful~?” he called out to you. You were aware that he definitely knew where you were. No hiding from a big, strong, powerful vampire. Still, it was fun to watch him play along with this little game~

Not wanting to wait any longer, you carefully stepped past the curtain, your cheeks blushing as you revealed yourself to your boyfriend. Any nervousness you may have felt prior to this moment was fading away when Dwayne laid eyes on you. The man looked as if he found the holy grail itself, his eyes wide with wonder as he drank in the special appearance you had put together just for him. Never before had you felt so attractive.

Even in the dim light of the candles in your room, you swore you saw him blushing as you stepped closer to him. Maybe it was the fresh supply of blood circulating in his body from his earlier feeding. You could certainly think of other ways to make him blush~

“Oh my go-” 

“Shhhh~” 

You pressed a finger to his lips before he could keep speaking. It was just how that scene you were thinking of started off. Maybe everything wasn’t exactly the same, but it was real and that’s all that truly mattered. 

You leaned in close to kiss him, replacing your finger with your lips. He felt warmer now, and his lips were pillowy soft against your own. A moan came from your throat as he pulled you in as close as possible to him, one hand on your back and one finding its way under the back of your skirt. You smiled into your kiss as your tongue slipped into his mouth, gently moving with his own.  It felt amazing being this close to him, your breasts pressing into his bare chest and your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“Holy fuckin’ hell, you look stunning in that. Especially my jacket~” he gasped out in between kisses. You felt your cheeks flush from the bashful feelings you were experiencing. How fitting that the vampire with the least amount of lines could have such a way with words when he did speak. 

“Mmmmm I was hoping you’d like it, handsome~” you said, already hearing the lust in your voice as you spoke. It was hard not to sound that way when he was currently groping your ass under your short skirt. His hands were so big and strong, you really wanted to feel them touch more parts of your body~

“I’m so turned on right now, baby~” he growled, his lips moving from your mouth to a sensitive spot behind your ear. “What was it my actor said? ‘I could move stone blocks with my cock’~”

You had to fight the feeling of needing to faint more than ever. Yes, you may have heard that line said by the same voice in the movie, but good lord, it was so much more exciting to hear it whispered in your ear. As you slipped off his jacket, you noticed goosebumps were scattered across your arm. Breathe, girl.

“Then why don’t I take care of that for you~?”

You pulled away from his touch for just a moment. When you began kissing him again it was a trail leading down his neck, over his collarbone, over his chest, and all the way down his toned stomach. Kiss prints marked his skin from your lipstick as you trailed downward. Not being able to help yourself, you gave his pecs a squeeze, smiling to yourself at the moans that came from his mouth when you toyed with the nipples a bit. Considering how he never wore a shirt you had been eager to touch his chest for quite some time now~

As the kissing got lower and lower, you moved your body downward, perching your knees on top of a random pillow for protection from the hard, cave floor. You kissed and nipped lightly at his hip bones as you unbuttoned his jeans. A shiver went down your spine when he groaned in delight from the sensation. The affection continued as you pulled his jeans and his underwear downward, freeing his hard, aching cock. 

God, he was impressive~

Considering he was already perfect in every other way, it made perfect sense that his cock would be that way too. Already eager to please, you ran your tongue over your fingers before carefully wrapping them around the length. You started off with a slow pace with how you jerked his cock, wanting to ease the both of you into it. The way he sighed in delight was already making you feel very good about yourself.

While you continued to touch him, you leaned forward and gave the tip and sweet kiss and a tender lick. Maybe you were teasing him by starting off this slow, but you’d be sure to give him plenty more love. 

As you fully wrapped your lips around the tip, you thought more about the movie. Since it was an erotic drama and not full-on porn, there hadn’t been any actual graphic depictions of oral sex. Still, it was heavily implied in the scene you were playing off of that Billy Wirth’s character was getting fellated before he took his co-star’s character to bed. Now there were no implications. As you ran your tongue over the length of Dwayne’s big cock, you felt pride knowing you were making the scene even more explicit~

“You taste so fucking good. I want more of you, Dwayne~” you practically purred. Hungry for more of him, you moved further onto his cock, tongue swirling around the length. The more you moaned over him, the more lustful he seemed. As you ran your hands over his hips and thighs, you could feel his body shaking from the pleasure of you sucking him off. It made you smile rather deviously knowing you had this effect on him.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart..~ ” Dwayne moaned out, his fingers running through your hair as you pushed each inch deep into your mouth. Looking up at him, you were delighted to see his head thrown back in ecstasy with his chest heaving as his breath hitched. Seeing him so caught up in the pleasure was making you aroused as well. Behind your panties, your pussy was dripping with excitement.

“Mmmmmmh~” you moaned softly as you moved up and down on his cock a little faster now. Your tongue was running over the sides as you took him deep in your hot, wet mouth. He filled you up so much, and you were eager to feel more. There was nothing in the world that you wanted more than giving Dwayne as much pleasure as possible.

He must have been thinking the same thing because he gently nudged you off of him, no doubt ready for more. His long, hard cock was glistening from the wetness of your mouth and you would fucking BEG to get more of it. Not a word was traded between the two of you as he brought you back up on your feet, folded his arms around your waist, and pulled you upward so your legs could wrap around his hips. 

You felt breathless, dizzy with the passion of this moment. For years you dreamed of being ravaged by a handsome vampire in the night, and now it was really happening. You pulled him in close to kiss him deeply, wanting nothing more than to savor this moment. 

It really was like your fantasy from the movie was being recreated. Between Dwayne kissing you, holding you up in his arms, and carrying you from the center of your room to your bed, it made you feel like a real star. He sat down on the edge of your mattress, your legs straddling him as he unclasped your bra and tossed it without a care. Heat spread over your cheeks as you felt his eyes study your body. He looked ravenous from seeing you like this~

“Dwayne...kiss me~ ” you pleaded, offering your body to him. If your heart hadn’t been beating so fast already, then seeing the vampire hungrily lick his lips at the offer definitely sped things up. 

You arched your back, matching the moves you saw the two actors perform on screen. Dwayne followed your lead, leaning forward with you and kissing along your chest. His mouth was so warm on your skin, and you adored the way his lips felt as he moved from one breast to the other. The moans that came from your mouth sounded so pathetic to your own ears, but the way Dwayne’s cock was throbbing against you showed that he thought they were sexy.  He peppered your breasts with licks and kisses, eager to make you feel as good as possible.  

“Oooh my god, please~ ” you moaned out, your mind going hazy from the desire you felt. It took a lot of willpower to gently stop him and push him back so his back was flat on your bed. You could feel his rock-hard cock rubbing against the fabric of your panties, and it teased you so bad. When his dark eyes met yours, you gave him a look, silently asking him to do that other thing you mentioned from the movie. 

Maybe he really could read your thoughts because without breaking eye contact, he took hold of the fabric of both your skirt and the black panties underneath and shredded them off your body. You gasped in surprise, momentarily forgetting he could tear anything to pieces with the power he possessed. It was a little scary, but it was also incredibly hot. 

Now with both of you naked and your bodies achingly close together, you were readier than ever for him. While his mood had been more lustful before, there was a glint of tenderness in his eyes as he gazed up at you. He smiled softly as he guided your hips on top of his own, the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds. 

“Dwayne...please don’t make me wait any longer~” you pleaded. He chuckled before bringing you down to his level for a passionate kiss. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry~” he moaned into your lips. Finally, he moved you downward, his cock pushing inch by inch inside you. 

You both couldn’t stop the moans that came from your mouths. He filled you so easily, your wetness making his entrance inside of you practically effortless. Your eyes fluttered shut and your nails dug into his shoulders as you adjusted to the sensation of being stuffed like this. From the sound of it, Dwayne was taking a moment as well. After being cold to the touch for so long, he probably felt overwhelmed by all this heat you gave him.

“Oooh fuck, you feel so nice and warm around me, sweet girl~” he moaned out. His strong hands latched onto your hips, silently telling you how he was already eager to have you start moving. 

You took deep breaths, trying your best to both calm your nerves and get comfortable with Dwayne inside you like this. His fingers gently massaged your skin, so gentle and relaxing. He really was a sweet guy, and you already trusted him with all of your heart. You knew he’d take the absolute best care of you.

When you were ready, you began to move your hips forward in a slow, fluid motion. You sighed in delight from the sensation of his cock fucking you, moving in and out at your desired pace. Relaxation was already enveloping your body, any worries or nervousness you had before being washed away.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it~” Dwayne praised you. “Fuck yourself on my cock just like that~”

You could have melted into a puddle right then and there. Dwayne’s voice sounded deeper than usual as he enjoyed you. Something about it made you feel absolutely dopey with pleasure. Before you could even think to tell him that, you were distracted by him gripping your hips tighter and physically lifting you up and down for deeper penetration. 

“Aaah! Ooh my god, Dwayne~! ” you moaned out for him. You leaned forward to press your hands on his strong chest, eager to hold onto him as he used your body as his own, personal fuck toy. Your clit was rubbing against him a lot more from this angle, only adding more pleasure to your senses. It felt like heaven being used like this. With how strong Dwayne’s powers made him, you seemed so vulnerable and powerless in comparison. 

Not that it was a problem, of course. In fact, it only turned you on even more than you already were~

“Please...oh please go f-faster~!” you whimpered, eager to feel as much of him as possible. 

“Say my name again, and I will~” he said. A smack was hit against your ass by his left hand, making you squeak out in surprise. So he also remembered that part from the scene that you mentioned before he left earlier. God, this really did feel like a dream come true~

“Dwayne.....ooh fuck, DWAYNE~! ” your voice cried out, his name sounding so pretty thanks to your voice. 

True to his word, he grabbed on tight and sped up the rocking motion. He was effortlessly moving you up and down on his cock, not even breaking a sweat while he fucked you extra thoroughly. You were positively overwhelmed with the sensation of feeling him stretch your aching, wet cunt. It was almost as if your brain wasn’t working properly anymore. If that was the case, then you’d happily let your body do all the work.

“Yes!! Ooohh yes! Aaah~!!” you cried out for him. You felt so full and so happy, overwhelmed with all the pleasure he generously gave you. Even the expression on his handsome face made you feel amazing. He looked just as caught up in the passion and just as eager for more. Never before had you felt this much confidence and high self-esteem. After all, how many people could say a vampire got off to them~?

Speaking of which~

“D-Dwayne...honey...I-I’m so...aah~...close..~!” you cried out. You really wanted this to last as long as possible, but with how perfectly he was fucking you, it was so hard to fight back the orgasm that was building inside you. 

“Me too, baby...~” he moaned. “Let me take care of you~” 

Before you could even take a moment to process his words you were quickly flipped over so you could be pinned down on your bed. Your eyes were wide and your voice squeaked out as his large hands wrapped around your wrists and his body hovered over yours. You didn’t even think before latching your legs around his hips as you did before. He was just so strong and powerful, that you naturally submitted to him.

The motion of his hips was steady yet so very powerful. He fucked you so thoroughly like this that you were sure you’d forget your own name by the time he was finished with you. It didn’t help that he could kiss you at this angle, stealing what little breath you had. Still, you welcomed every part of him, feeling nothing short of devotion to him. 

“That’s my girl~” he moaned, still holding you down as he kept thrusting. “Can you feel how much I want you~?”

If your head was thinking a little clearer, you would have recognized that as one of the other lines from the movie. Instead, you were just aching for him to keep whispering sweet nothings as he fucked your pussy. 

“Y-Yes, Dwayne....ooooh fuck, yes~!”

“When I cum I'm only gonna wanna cum again. That's the way it is. It ain't over 'till it's over~”

How he managed to perfectly recall the lines you shared with him, you didn’t know. But then again, you really didn’t care. Your mind was fuzzy and your legs were shaking as the pleasure built up higher and higher. His voice scratched a part of your brain that you didn’t even know was itching for this. You felt hotter than ever as his hips moved faster, slamming against your body as his own pleasure consumed him.

“I'm gonna kiss you goodbye when the sun rises, then I'm gonna kiss you hello again when it sets~” he growled, nipping at your neck in between the words he spoke for you. How fitting that he adjusted them to fit the relationship you had. A vampire who would give you nothing but love when the night took over. You had never felt so lucky in your entire life.

“D-DWAYNE! OOoohhh fuck~!!”

That was all you needed to finally give in to your climax. Your back arched, your eyes shut and your fingers were digging into the blanket as deep as physically possible. Your body was tensing up as you felt wave after wave of pleasure hit you, each one more amazing than the last. Your cunt gripped his cock so tight as you came all over it. 

Halfway through your release, you felt Dwayne experience his own as he held you down tighter and came hard inside you. The rush of warm, wet cum painting you inside was almost enough to make you orgasm all over again. Hearing him grunt in your ear as he filled you was just that arousing.

When you both had come down from the rush, he let go of your wrists and nuzzled your neck to make up for the biting he had done before. He moaned softly as he slipped out of your pussy, no doubt because his cock was extra sensitive at the moment. You felt empty now, but the sticky, warm feeling that was coated between your legs and over your tender cunt was still there to enjoy. You smiled to yourself, completely relaxed and very satisfied.

Dwayne was extra gentle with you now as if he was afraid he’d accidentally break you. He helped move you so your head was resting on your pillow and your body was in a comfortable position on the bed. He kissed you tenderly as he slipped a blanket over your naked figure. You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so blissful. Judging by the look on his face, Dwayne felt the same way.

“You were perfect, baby~” he cooed, gently running his fingers through your hair as he spoke. You smiled sweetly at him, leaning more into his hand.

“I should be saying that to you, Dwayne~” you returned the compliment. Your voice sounded hoarse, no doubt all the screams of ecstasy weakening it. He seemed to notice this too because he chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead as a way to make you feel better.

“Stay here and get some rest, sweet girl. I’ll bring you some water” 

With one last kiss on your lips, he got up from the bed, slipped on the once-discarded jeans from before, and made his way out of your room and into the main area of the cave. Sleepiness was already clouding your head and your eyes were threatening to shut completely before he could return with your drink. You would have definitely fallen asleep if you hadn’t heard a loud, unexpected voice from outside your room.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” 

Your eyes widened from both the surprise and the recognition of the voice. No doubt, that was definitely Paul. 

“You got her first kiss, her first date, AND her first fuck? How the hell is that fair?!” 

Laughter came from two other voices in the room, obviously belonging to David and Marko. They must have just now gotten back from the hunt and the first thing they had seen upon returning home was a half-naked Dwayne covered in your dark, red kiss marks. It wouldn’t exactly take a genius to figure out what had happened.

“HEY! Sugar! If you can hear me back there, just know I’d rock your world better than Dwayne ever cou-OW!!” 

You burst into a fit of giggles from hearing a loud smack cut off Paul’s words. Dwayne must have smacked him upside the head like usual for being a horn-dog. It would be embarrassing to go talk to them later, but between your afterglow and the satisfaction of knowing you took this big step with your boyfriend, you didn’t really care.

As the rowdiness continued outside, you simply snuggled deeper into bed and smiled to yourself. You were definitely going to tell Dwayne more details about his actor’s movies after this~

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[themonotonysyndrome]

How did you come up with celica?

I'm an avid reader of romance and fantasy romance manhwa, Anon! So I have a lot of references to work with when creating an OC and Celica is definitely an OC that I'm currently the most proud of!

Let's break it down first; Desmond gave us a good foundation about the Imperial Baroness that fans could go crazy with. I added a bit of complexity to her background and fleshed out details that would make a rounded character.

In terms of Celica's appearance, I use Roxana Agriche from The Way To Protect The Female Lead's older brother:

Her beauty is one of this heroine's deadly assets. She even uses it to her advantage during a chapter where in a meeting with the older noblehouses, she deliberately remains hidden in her room to stir an air of mystery and intrigue so that on the final day when the real heroine of the story shows up, Roxana will upstage her... AND IT FUCKING WORKS.

It's that kind of beauty that I envisioned Celica used during Castin's Chapter 0 video (the one where she wears a veil just before Castin give her that box of lingerie.)

In terms of personalities, it's a combination of Artezia Rozan from The Villainess Lives Twice and Ariadne De Mare from Sister, I'm The Queen In This Life:

I love female characters that are intelligent, manipulative and cunning to not just survive, but thrive in a hostile environment. I'm also very fond of the only reasons these heroines don't cross the line are because they have someone that they love and could temper their more... extreme sides.

When it comes to Celica I want her to be in the position where she has power but not so blatantly that she might come across as OP. And what do you know? Being an Imperial Baroness is perfect for that! She's at the lower of the food chain in terms of noble peerage but that allows her to pull the strings from behind the scenes because she won't be so scrutinised by the Imperial Royal Family and she can gain favourability from the common folk by focusing on their welfare and comfort.

In terms of Castin, I made sure to emphasise that he's not her prop - he's supposed to act as her moral compass, teach her new perspectives in life and even challenge her to be more honest with not just him, but herself as well. Which aligns with how Castin behaves in Canon.

Actually, whenever I write for Celica and Castin, I always imagine each fic is like a manhwa chapter SNJDNSKJ Maybe one day I can create one.

And... yeah! That's basically it. Thank you for your ask, Anon. I enjoy talking about my OCs!

[roseenindigo-blog]

Doing some of these with Lotus b/c I'm in the mood to rant and I will never pass up an opportunity to info dump about my bbg:

Apperance:

Honestly, I can't see him having one. Lotus suffers from pretty low self-esteem, and I feel like he would probably see himself as ugly (even tho he's drop-dead gorgeous)

In my head (mainly due to me being a huge platonic simp for him), I love to imagine him wearing a black dress, particularly a strapless floor-length dress with a slit, but realistically, I think he would opt for smth more masculine, like a long sleeve black dress shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes

Absolutely (for reasons explained in question 1). I think he would most likely opt to make himself taller and overall bigger looking, considering the fact that him being so short and small makes him more of a target in Underfell

While I don't think he would wear it out a whole lot cause he feels they don't make him look super presentable, I think he really loves wearing fuzzy things, like fuzzy hoodies or garments lined with faux fur

It depends on who's scars you're referring to. If you're talking about HIS scars, he definitely thinks they're super ugly and is rather insecure about them. If you're asking about OTHER PPLS scars, however, I think he would think they're fine, even kind of attractive (cough cough, Rurik, cough cough)

Not a lot, mainly b/c a) he's an alt, so most trends to fit his style, b) he usually doesn't care that much about how strangers perceive him, and c) he's too depressed to keep up with them

Less so physically, but I definitely think Lotus would want to be more like Goth. After seeing the trend 'what would your character look like without trauma', I thought about what Lotus would look without trauma, and I came to the conclusion that he would basically just be Goth. This revelation sparked a whole idea where Lotus is extremely jealous of Goth, and essentially views him as what HE'S supposed to be.

He has 3. 1) His singular red eye light, 2) his razorblade shark teeth, and 3) (my own personal headcannon) his hips that just don't quit

Since he's a skeleton and thus doesn't really sweat/produce odors the same way humans do, I'm not really sure he'd have any natural smell, but if I had to give him a sent, I think he would smell smth like oak wood and sweet apples; smth dark and sophisticated

BOOTS. LOTUS IS ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH BOOTS, AND NOBODY CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. He probably has at LEAST 30 and phsyically CANNOT pass up a sale on them

His favorite colors (black and red) are pretty much the only colors he wears. The only other colors I think he would wear is maybe green on occasion, or maybe smth with white accents

Kind of. While living with his parents, they really only provided him with the most basic of clothing, and it's not like he had the funds or freedom to get anything. Once he finally got away from them and started buying his own clothes, I think he would start really leaning into alt fashion, particularly grunge (probably b/c I'm grunge lol)

Lingerie for sure. He's way to self conscious and insecure to wear stuff like that

Probably more feminine/cutesy stuff. I think he'd have a lot more of a desire to wear more feminine clothes than cutesy clothes, but he probably would still feel like he couldn't really pull off either

It really just depends on what it is. If you picked smth that matched his style, he'd probably be willing to try it out, but if it doesn't, he would immediately toss it right back into your face. I also imagine one of his pet peeves is ppl giving unsolicited advice/criticism to his outfits

It depends on what you notice about him. If you see him as a small, tiny, physically weak person, you'll probably be in for a bit of a shock when he attacks you with his quick wit, snarky remarks, and magical prowess. However, If you pick up on his sharp teeth, resting bitchface, and defensive posture, you probably won't be surprised to find out that he's rather feisty and hotheaded.

I think his favorite holiday is probably Halloween and he'd definitely find cosplaying to be cool, but I don't think he'd really enjoy just wearing costumes himself. That being said, he gives absolutely no shits about what other ppl do, so as long as it doesn't negatively effect him or his loved ones, so if you want to, he has 0 opinion

I think he really digs his usual outfit, but he also really like wearing oversized band tee-shirts with baggy ripped jeans that reveal fishnets underneath, paired with a belt chain, spiked leather bracelets, and combat boots

Since he's a skeleton, he physically can't get tattoos, but I headcannon that his human counterpart would have a bunch of them. Some of them included the hunter's mark and the vile bloods' sigil (both from Bloodborne - his favorite video game) on his upper arms, wings on his shoulder blades, and a Lotus flower on his wrist (his first tattoo)

Objects:

His scarf. He usually will find some sort of way to incorporate it into all of his outfits. He also doesn't really like not wearing a hood, but he's more willing to go without that

Money. I imagine he'd just give them a basic bitch card with $20 in it or smth of a similar vain. He probably wouldn't really ever have to do this tho since he doesn't really talk to ppl that much and he's usually not too shy about letting ppl know he doesn't like them

Plants. I definitely love following idea that Lotus has a green thumb despite being a the literal demigod of death, and often admires and buys them. He would also probably admire different types of food, considering I also like to follow the headcannon that he enjoys cooking. And ofc, him being the little nerd he is, books. Man is obsessed with reading, and probably has a whole library atp. He wonders around book stores like a kid in a candy shop for hours until some (usually Rurik) pulls him out

I don't really think there's an *item* Lotus lost that he can't get back, considering that I don't take him for the materialistic type and he probably took all the objects that do hold sentimental value with him when he left his parents house

Maybe if it was smth he really needed but was stupidly overpriced. He probably wouldn't usually tho

Coming back to his love of plants, I think he would be really proud of his garden and houseplants. He's spent a lot of time and money tending to them, and he definitely takes pride in how nice and well cared for they are. He would also be devastated if anything bad happened to them. Another good, but repeating answer is his book collection. I do imagine it would end up getting pretty massive as time goes on, probably covering a whole wall, if not more, in his and Rurik's house.

No. Like previously stated, he's not a super materialistic person, and he extremely responsible and mature in general, so naturally he is also financially responsible

It would probably have to be if one/multiple/all of his loved ones' lives/livelihoods was/were on the line (i.e. Rurik, his children, his siblings, or his friends). Maybe if his life/livelihood was on the line, but considering his depression and struggle with suicidal thoughts, it depends on what stage of his life its happening at, and how he's feeling mental that day (as upsetting as that is)

Most likely give. I imagine he feels a bit awkward receiving gifts, both due not being used to getting them and having low self-esteem, but would find enjoyment in getting ppl thoughtful items that shows he cares and pays attention to them

Knifes. I'm pretty sure its cannon that both Lotus and Goth have a fear of knifes. I don't necessarily have a definite reason for why Lotus has this fear (I certainly don't have any explanation for Goth), it probably has smth to do with past abuse he's suffered, like from his parents, or maybe even Rurik

Edgy shit, like black clothing, spiked jewelry, or satanic items

Not usually. Maybe sometimes his plants tho. I like to think he would have some sort of plant that would remind him of Rurik, like a cactus with an orange flower on it or some tiger lilies. Following that train of thought, he'd probably get plants that symbolize/remind him of his loved

I know I've already given these answers several times, but plants and books. Lotus has his hobbies and he sticks to them

I feel he would be slightly embarrassed about how much he wants weapons replicas/character figures from his favorite games/shows. Maybe less so the fact the he wants/has them and more so how much money he's willing to/has spent on them

Probably handmade, but it honestly just depends on what it is. Like, if you gave him a handmade crochet bikini and a store-bought bouquet of flower, he'd definitely like and appreciate the flowers more, but overall he would appreciate the time, energy, and thought that would go into making him smth

Not usually. Once again, he's not super materialistic and doesn't have great self esteem, so not only does he not really have a whole lot of things he wants at a given time, but he also feels bad having his loved ones spend money on him. He prefers/feels the need just to do/get things himself

The quality of whatever he's buying. While he is definitely financially responsible, I think he'd rather buy smth that's more expensive but of higher quality than smth cheaper that's of a lower quality

I'm definitely gonna do more of these later, I've just already done over 35 of them and I'm too tired to continue rn lol

🌸My Super Long Hopefully Fun Character Ask Game:

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Does your character have a favorite material they like to wear?

What are your character's opinion on scars?

How much interest does your character take in trends?

Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

What does your character smell like?

If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?

Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?

Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?

What is something your character would refuse to wear?

Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?

Would your character wear something someone else picked out for them?

Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

What are your character's thoughts on wearing costumes?

Does your character have a favorite outfit?

If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

📦Objects

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Would your character ever try to haggle?

What is something your character is proud to own?

Does your character ever spend more than they have?

What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Does your character prefer to give or receive gifts?

Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character?

Does your character personify objects?

What does your character most enjoy shopping for?

Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

Is your character willing to ask for things?

What is most important to your character when shopping?

🍽️Food and Drink

What flavor would your character say their personality is?

Would your character prefer baking, cooking or mixing drinks?

Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?

How big is your character's appetite?

Does your character consider eating fun?

Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?

Is there food that has made your character sick?

What is your character's favorite food group?

Does your character like to try new foods?

What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Is your character food motivated?

Which mealtime is your character's favorite?

How much does your character care about wasting food?

Does your character prefer restaurant food or home cooked food?

What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Is there a food texture your character doesn't like?

What kind of drinks does your character prefer?

🌤️Weather and Nature

What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?

Has your character had a meaningful encounter with an animal?

What season would your character say they're most similar to?

Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character?

Has your character ever had an animal phase?

Would your character enjoy sky gazing?

Does your character have a good sense of direction?

What type of environment does your character like best?

Is your character good with animals?

How would your character react to snow?

What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?

What element best represents your character?

Does your character prefer hot or cold weather?

Is there a creature that scares your character?

What celestial body would interest your character the most?

Is your character good with plants?

How willing would your character be to nap outside?

What animal would your character say best represents them?

🤝Community and Relationships

Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick?

What is your character's favorite kind of social event?

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?

Is your character upfront about their feelings?

Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help?

How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know?

Who is your character most honest with?

How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?

Where is your character's comfort place?

Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?

Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured?

How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership?

Would your character be good at providing medical assistance?

Who would your character say knows them best?

Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?

Who would your character most want to sign their cast if they got one?

How well does your character work with others?

What is your character's favorite form of affection?

Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays?

What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

💓Mind, Body and Soul

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of?

Is your character more prone to fight or flight?

Does your character believe in myths and fairy tales?

What words could tear your character down?

How well does your character act under pressure?

Is your character good at practicing self-care?

What scents does your character find comforting?

Does your character have any allergies?

Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

Does your character have strong willpower?

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it?

How does your character relax?

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear?

Does your character have a sleep routine?

Would your character feel confident in a fight?

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

How often does your character have nightmares?

Are there scents your character dislikes?

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

If your character had to act in a play what role would they think they’d best perform?

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

🎲 Hobbies and Activities

What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?

Does your character have a secret hobby?

What is a talent your character wishes they had?

Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

Which does your character try to prioritize more, work or hobbies?

Does your character work better with creative or technical endeavors?

What is a talent that your character is proud of?

Is your character more outdoorsy or indoorsy?

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about? 

Is there a skill your character doesn’t know they’re bad at?

Does your character have any injury stories?

What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?

What is your character’s opinion on cheating in games?

How good is your character at following through on projects?

What’s an activity that reminds your character of someone else?

Does your character prefer music or silence?

What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about?

[tennessoui]

Hey Tenness I was wondering what are your favourite a/b/o tropes? For me some fics I was read that were playing with different a/b/o elements, these are some that stuck out to me. If omega are near their heat and don't feel safe then instead of wanting affection from an alpha their instinct for protection would be in an all time high. Either they would establish a safe spot for themselves and a loved one if the omega is also feels like their being threatened.

Also dom omega and sub Alpha just hits differently for me sjsj oh yeah and destination being both alpha and omega are interesting. Oh I also have been wondering about mechanic Anakin fixing Obi Wan stove that he keeps breaking, when Anakin said he brough all his pretty things he was referring to the equipment he was using wasn't he and not that he was wearing something pretty underneath his clothes.

I've just gotten cult of the lamb game on steam and ah... Cultist Anakin and follower Obi Wan. You know I'm going to create Obi Wan as a bunny follower and marry him.

this is such a great question!!

i suppose because i read both (a!obi-wan and a!anakin & vice versa), i have different tropes i like most for each take--i like it when anakin is an unexpected omega. i also like when he's very stubborn and demanding and bratty, as i tend to not write a lot of completely submissive anakins (though i think people who write that take are doing so great and they're really amazing reads!); i also like a stupidly possessive alpha anakin, even if he doesn't exactly understand why he's doing what he's doing. i like an anakin, both omega and alpha, that needs to do something instinctual, like scenting or biting, even if he doesn't understand why.

for obi-wan, i really enjoy a prim and proper obi-wan brought base by his own dynamic and his reaction to anakin--either omega obi-wanor alpha. i love the trope that omega obi-wan would accidentally accept traditional courting gifts from anakin without realizing what they mean, and i love the trope of alpha obi-wan guiding anakin through really realizing his omega identity

i honestly get the best of both worlds like switch

the only thing i never really like about a/b/o fics is the pregnancy ngl; if it's a long fic, i can ghost over it. if it's a short fic, i may pass it up because in-depth mpreg is not my thing (precisely why "what's mine is yours is ours" and the roadtrip au mostly take place in a setting where there is pregnancy, but it's the first or so trimester)

but i also really like these takes you've mentioned!! i think it's wildly interesting whenever anyone plays with a/b/o dynamics in fics!

[bellaramseysgf]

NSFW Headcannons

Warning, under the cut is talk of and descriptive sexual actions 18+ only please <3

Please ignore any errors! I didn’t proofread <3

Sorry if robins is short I struggled to think of hers tbh🤭🫶

Eddie Munson

I’ve stated previously this man’s a switch but definitely more submissive then dominant.

It’s so easy to make him go stupid just the softest of touches or you mumbling something about how you wished his cock was inside you.

Golden retriever energy.

Mommy kink

Loves loves LOVES having his hair pulled

Liked leaving and receiving hickeys.

More of a giver then receiver

Would actual eat you out all day if he could

Loves foreplay actually strives off it especially when he’s more dominant he loves to watch you squirm and whine begging him to hurry up.

Will Kiss you until your lips are red,bruises and raw

Spanking. Preferably spanking you rather then getting spanked himself

Dirty talking king.

Will call you the most disgusting names when he’s dominant.

Sticks to mommy or baby when he’s subby

Getting high with him and making out>>

Definitely would do that candy Tiktok trend where you eat diff candies and then kiss

Will always choose cowgirl. Doesn’t matter. He was you to ride him every chance you get.

Would fuck you on his throne/would let you fuck him on it

Definitely a soft dom and rarely mean.

Daddy kink

Master kink

Definitely the ‘I’ll cover your mouth if you don’t shut the fuck up’ kinda man.

Steamy,desperate,sloppy,needy,fuckinh sinful make out sessions

Shotgunning>>>>

Steve Harrington

Switch, dom leaning.

It’s not that he can’t be submissive he can he just likes to be in control of things especially you.

Definitely has ‘dirty’ pictures of you in his wallet. Specifically ones you took rather then ones he did.

Will absolutely fuck you over the hood of his car and in the backseat

Adores you calling him daddy in or out of sex.

Slight Sir kink sometimes

Receiver more then a giver (it’s Steve cmon y’all)

Absolutely loves when he says he has a bad day and you automatically get on your knees (daddy deserves it)

Says ‘I love you’ a lot during sex.

Doggy style or missionary are his favs

Loves to grip your hips and pull you back on him while he thrusts forwards

You gotta expect to get fucked inside bathrooms at parties

Has Robin help him buy you lingerie (she’ll make jokes abt seeing you in it)

Hair puller. Just loves to hear you squeal

Slapping kink slapping kink slapping kink

breeding kink>>>

Filling you up and then making you cockwarm him to keep it inside you

Definitely refers to himself as daddy during sex

“You gotta be good for daddy” “if you want cum you’re gonna ask daddy first”

Overstimulation almost every fucking time

Manhandles you

Throws you over his shoulder and slaps your ass.

Shower sex>>>

Into kissing more then actually foreplay

Definitely has Masturbated with your underwear.

Likes the feeling of you pulling his hair when he goes down on you.

Loves you scratching his back up during sex.

It makes him go rougher and harder

When he feels subby loves to be called babyboy

Boobs & ass man.

Kisses your forehead after sex and makes sure you shower and drink water

You pull him In by his belt BIG MISTAKE HUGE EVEN

You def give him 6 lil nuggets and you’re happy abt it too

Robin Buckley

Def switch not sure if she leans more towards one way or the other

Loves seeing you on your knees just as much as she loves being on hers.

Def explores you a lot, finds out what makes you tick and uses it

Edging. Her or you she loves it.

Can shut up her rambling at any point by lifting your shirt up.

Would def wear a suit to prom bc she hates being girly

Best kisser. Seriously. The greatest.

Good with her tongue….

Mommy kink or ma’am kink if she’s doming

Loves when you call her Robi or Ro Ro

Definitely the ‘fuck you against a wall’ gf

Hooking up in the back of the video store>>

Giver more then a receiver.

She wants nothing more then to have you sat on her face all day everyday

Fingers you under the table at dinner

Likes trying to give you heart snapped hickeys

If she uses the strap you best believe you won’t be walking tomorrow

Shutting her rambles up by kissing her >>>

Her saying “I love you” anytime you fuck

Hair pulling & puller

Likes seeing you wear her clothes.

She’d make you wear her underwear and smile watching you knowing that no one else does.

Fingering master. Trust me.

Definitely uses sex to get you to do what she wants.

Hickeys on your inner thighs<3

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

well dressed, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Yes. It is a fact. Your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, an absolute stellar specimen of a human being, considers workout clothes hotter than lacey lingerie because he is (ahem, say this in the most endearing way possible, please and thank you) a fucking muscle pig.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; in which Jungkook attempts to become a porn director and gets mad clowned by his gf aka you; crack and fluff; living room smut (fem reader, ass + pussy slapping, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, JK lifts you up by the pussy, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - blond!JK; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; yes, I did reference the classic "Can I have Your Number?" 2007 Mad TV sketch XD

it’s the best laid plans / counter point couple and they’re crackheads no need to read the others, but they're there if you want more

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“Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“Um…”

“Does it not fit?”

“No, that isn’t the issue here…”

Your boyfriend was an idiot.

“The fuck is this?”

You walked out of the bedroom, glaring at Jeon Jungkook, your one-of-kind but also kind-of-an-idiot boyfriend (don't get it twisted, you were well aware you were also a special idiot). He was currently sitting on the couch, hands between his muscular open legs, wearing a sleeveless white tank (hot) and navy basketball shorts (double hot), grinning eagerly as you appeared (aww). You did not, however, bother coming out looking as sexy as possible (let’s be honest, Jungkook did not give two shits about clothes, not because you didn’t look cute in them, but because his preferred outfit on you was ‘birthday suit’ – butt-ass naked) because you were presently a bit peeved at him. Hm, how to say it?

Disappointed, but not surprised.

Jungkook’s eyes lit up and went all sparkly upon seeing you.

“Why did I know that when you said, I bought you some lingerie, you really just meant a sports bra and running shorts? By the way, these are obscenely short. My ass is hanging out the back.”

His smile was showing all of his teeth, giving him the appearance of a rambunctious and mischievous bunny. His long blond hair was swept to one side, definitely on purpose because you always told him it looked best that way. He was taking preventative measures.

You know, seducing you so you wouldn’t get mad at him for tricking you and putting you in workout clothes.

(It was working. You weren’t gonna say it wasn’t.)

“Is it? Turn around and let me check.”

You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines. You let him get away with so much shit because he was hot. Oh yeah, and also you were in love with him.

(It worked the other way around as well though. Couldn’t complain.)

You rolled your eyes and turned around, flipping your wrists to frame your ass with fanned fingers.

"Hello? There's a whole gust of wind back here and the seam is practically in my butt crack!"

You looked over your shoulder only to throw yourself into the wall, hurriedly spinning back around before your boyfriend, apparently a human rocket launcher, shot off the sofa and barreled towards you (move over Usain Bolt, you're not as fast as Jungkook when he was after your booty, no cap). You immediately planted your hands on his chest (definitely not planned, but also planned) and stiff-armed him, preventing him from coming any closer.

"Hold on a second! Acknowledge you're an animal!"

"I'm definitely an animal," Jungkook chirped with zero hesitation. "Now give me that ass."

You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines once again as Jungkook knocked your hands aside and grabbed two handfuls of your bare ass because quite frankly these shorts weren't doing shit, lifting you up and groaning lustfully while you flailed about for a second before grabbing his shoulders and hooking your legs around his torso, squeezing his chest with your thighs.

"You have a problem," you muttered.

Jungkook's face planted into your tits and he didn't reply, forearms pressed under your thighs, one tattooed, one not. You ran your fingers through his blond hair, clicking your tongue as your boyfriend committed erotic asphyxiation with your sports-bra-covered tits.

Yeah.

Sports-bra-covered!!!

(Kinda rude to the naked titty, come on dude!)

Jungkook yanked his face out of your breasts, gasping for breath, silver eyebrow piercing flashing as he looked up at you, grinning very adorably.

Okay, one.

Man was too strong. Had a workout obsession and it clearly showed with how easily he was holding you up by your ass. To be fair, he had a vast amount of surface area to hold, for sure.

(Your bangin’ ass was due to your video game obsession, poggers!)

Two.

Fuck, he was so cute. The crinkles next to his sparkling brown eyes and huge smile with the little mole underneath? The little mole on his nose?! Fucking precious.

(Goddamn, you were such a simp, but, goddamn, did Jungkook make it easy.)

Three.

His fingers were sneaking closer and closer to that center seam.

"I thought we were supposed to work out," you said calmly and with zero intention to work out even if Jungkook hadn't made you dress like a slutty Pilates teacher. Hey, fitness was his thing. He had his thing and you had your thing. Your thing just happened to be sitting on your ass playing video games (a completely valid lifestyle, by the way).

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"We can work out," was his cheery reply that indicated zero intention of working out, sliding your legs back down so he could poke your covered vagina with his massive erection.

(Uh... huh.)

"You know, Jungkook," (you lovely, handsome, sweet, incredibly horny young man) "We can just fuck, hmmm, I don't know, naked, because this is our home and you don't actually need to buy me impractical workout clothing to get it on with me." You patted his cheek. "I swear you don't."

(Saves you money too, Jungkook, maybe you should consider it.)

Your boyfriend blinked at you, tilting his head. "Yeah, but I have fantasies."

You raised your eyebrows. "Go on, go on."

"You're at the gym working out," Jungkook started, dragging you along. The coffee table was moved and there was a yoga mat on the floor. Pink. It had been on sale. Jungkook had bought it in hopes that you would become interested in yoga, but one downward dog turned pretty quickly into downward doggy, woof, woof, bark, bark.

Also known as, you were interrupted with his dick.

Classic.

You interjected immediately. "That would never happen. I don't like working out in public."

Jungkook frowned and slapped your ass, making you smirk. He narrowed his eyes.

"That's why it's a fantasy. Now shut up."

You squeezed him with your thighs and mimed zipping your lips.

"Anyway," Jungkook continued with a huff, ignoring your patronizing smile and going back to squeezing your ass, looking over your shoulder to watch the softness bulge out from between his fingers, suddenly forgetting how annoying you were (you knew the feeling). You leaned against him, chest to chest, on tiptoe so he could get a good grip, popping your booty to add to the visual.

"You're working out and then I notice you and we fuck."

(Are you listening, PornHub? Brazzers got nothing on Jeon Jungkook.)

"Just like that?" you snickered, trying to stifle your laughter threatening to escape.

"I mean, you're pretty hot. I don't need to ask too many questions."

He started bouncing the bottom of your ass with his fingertips, sighing at the perfect jiggle and perk. He always did compliment the roundness from top to bottom and it was further accented by the black short-shorts he had selected (man knew his workout fashion or, rather, man knew the workout fashion that would get him laid). It was hiking the hem deeper and deeper into your butt crack. Slightly uncomfortable, but it was being balanced out by Jungkook dry humping your crotch with his increasingly hard dick.

"I'm pretty hot, are you gonna ask me questions?" he shot back, increasing the vigor in his quest to dribble your ass. Was that why he wore basketball shorts? The mind of a horny man was truly fascinating.

“Hmm.”

You looked up at him with a big smile.

"Yeah, I’d ask, damn, can I have yo number?"

Jungkook burst out laughing at your sudden (and deliberately shitty) imitation of his Busan satoori.

“You’re so annoying–”

He did not get to tell you exactly how annoying you were being because you knew the power of redirected attention, spinning around and pressing your ass into the massive VIP tent in Jungkook’s shorts, trying to weasel your way into entry without having your name on the guest list. All you had to do was seduce the bouncer by rubbing your spread ass and bunched up shorts up and down his length, looking back with your tongue between your smirk, crossed arms under your sports bra, pressing inwards to increase your cleavage.

(Just kidding, you were definitely the only name on the VIP guest list to Jungkook’s dick, mwhahaha!)

“Can I have it? Can I have your number?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

Your boyfriend was too busy moaning at your ass sliding up and down his crotch and thighs to actually respond, eyes glued to your body line, shoulders, tits, back, ass, wrapped in tight spandex and all the juicy bits straining against the too small sizes, all on purpose of course.

He did select the sizes himself.

“Can I please receive the secret code that will intelephonically pass me through to you?”

Jungkook snorted in laughter and smacked your ass, biting back his own groan. “Okay, shut up, I’ll think more about it next time so you’re not fucking clowning me, sheesh – oooh, f-fuck!”

You cut him off again by bending down and pressing your covered heat flush to his hardness, slowly curving back upward with your hands sliding up from your ankles, calves, thighs, framing your ass with your splayed fingers, spreading it out and letting it bounce back, Jungkook’s gasps behind you, forgetting everything he was going to scold you about. Your back to his chest, shoulder blades to his pecs, your arms lifting and reaching back, sinking your fingers into his blond hair and tugging him forward, sighing as his hungry lips feathered kisses all over your shoulders and neck, now actively (and aggressively) humping your ass, his own hands sliding up your torso to squeeze your breasts, slipping his fingers under the form-fitting fabric.

“J-Jungkook…”

He mumbled your name into your skin between kisses, fingers sliding under the sports bra now, pushing it up, your breasts popping out, free for only a second before his palms were pressed against them, rubbing your hard nipples forcefully, his moan in your ear, your hands in his hair, arching your back to fill his hands and grind against his cock.

“You would really want me no matter what?” he murmured against your ear, biting the curve, tracing it with his tongue and sending shivers down your spine.

“Why are you asking?” you chuckled, closing your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers squeezing your nipples, teasing and plucking at them, electricity humming in your veins. “I made a move on you first, remember? When I asked if you wanted to bonk.”

Jungkook puffed his cheeks, letting out a huff of air. “We are still telling our children we went on nice, romantic dates first, by the way.”

“Not me, I’m telling them, your mom thought your dad was dummy hot so she flashed him some titty the second he was alone and he was hooked.”

“No, you will not–”

You spun around in his arms, yanking the sports bra off and tossing it aside, bouncing said seduction titties in his immediate vision. His wide brown eyes instantly honed in on your hard nipples poking out, rapidly sucking in a tight breath, the same exact reaction he had the first time he saw them, moan bubbling in his chest, glaring at you for a very brief second (his gaze read, how dare you, but also, fuck yeah!!!), before diving down, turning the tables on you, your turn to gasp sharply as hot lips and swirling tongue attached themselves to one and a wandering hand found the other, both of you moaning in unison, wrapped up in warm lust and strong arms.

His blond hair was messy, golden strands cascading down one side and curling around his high cheekbone and angular jaw, softening his handsome features, a perfect balance of cute and hot.

Jungkook’s eyes found yours, hazed out and reflecting your love for him.

(Remember that it was all his fault you had a massive wet wedgie right now. Hello? Hello? Still simping? Okay, never mind.)

“Would you even approach me?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. “You couldn’t even speak to me the first time we met with your friends around.”

Jungkook pouted, narrowing his eyes at you. “That’s not my fault. How was I supposed to know that some random girl hyung met online playing freakin’ MapleStory was going to be literal walking sex?! I wasn’t prepared!”

You laughed cheerfully. “Still mad that I showed you my tits?”

“Fuck no. I have never been and will never be mad about that.”

Somehow seeing your tits had led Jungkook to be the horny animal he was today, but he made you a horny animal the second you saw him and all was fair in love and war, right? Right!

(For the record, Jungkook too was most certainly a horny animal the second he saw you, he just wasn’t going to admit it, we went on nice, romantic dates first!!!)

Which was precisely why he now yanked the shorts off your body (no panties, you knew where this was going the second you held those hilariously tiny shorts up to your lovely lady lumps), moaning at the sight of your soaked slit and seconds later his fingers were there, stroking your heat and your arousal, your hands on his shoulders, breathless cries as his fingers explored, grazing your clit, dipping in a little, teasing you with his touch and his mischievous eyes, dark brown orbs sparkling, knowing you were watching his arms, flexing them for you, black tattoos standing out against prominent muscle.

“F… Fuck, you’re so sexy, Jungkook…”

His hand slid back.

You moaned his name again, digging your nails into his shoulder as he tensed his forearm against your leaking pussy and leaned forward, biting the side of his lip playfully.

Then Jungkook lifted you with one arm.

BRUH.

BY THE PUSSY.

WITH HIS FOREARM.

(GODDAMN.)

“W-Whoa!”

You gripped his shoulders and gasped for breath, eyes widening, wetter at the feeling and the sheer display of strength, your slippery clit and lips rubbing against his inked skin, enough surface area that the weight was distributed pretty well, enough pressure to be throbbingly pleasurable, using his other hand to steady you by the hip so you wouldn’t fall.

“You can help me work out like this,” Jungkook remarked roguishly, lifting you up and down, smirking at your surprised and aroused reaction. “I think it would really help me out.”

“J-Jungkook, doesn’t t-this… oooh, fuck…”

Your hand had slipped down and touched his hard bicep.

Bless the gods that created Jeon Jungkook, seriously.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I wanted to make sure I was strong enough,” he breathed, slowly lowering you with a heavy, deep exhale, eyes roaming your naked body, smile dancing on his shapely lips.

(Was that why he worked out so much?! You would never mock his fitness obsession ever again.)

You grabbed his face, flurry of fierce kisses, tongue and lips and smiles, brief intermission to pull off his white tank before you lost yourself in his breath again, his heat, his skin, his scent, your hands all over his body and his all over yours, pressing his hands into your ass and dragging you to him, your tongue in his lips and being sucked on as you grinned in satisfaction, your fingertips slipping under the elastic waistband of his shorts.

“Not yet.”

You furrowed your brows, about to protest, but Jungkook pushed you down onto the pink yoga mat on hands and knees, your head whipping back and jaw dropping, but his fingers plunged into your wet heat before you got out any snappy objections.

Any words you had swiftly morphed into a wild moan of his name.

His free hand snaked around your waist, pumping two fingers in and out, deep and rough, just the way you liked, shudders of pleasure invading your body as he lifted your torso up, bending you backwards, tweaking your nipple, sultry chuckle in behind you as he increased the pace, hitting you in your favorite spot, your wetness creating loud, messy squelches with each thrust.

“You want this dick, hm?” he drawled, rubbing his covered, rock-hard erection against your thigh, the slinky fabric revealing that he was as turned on as you were, adding a third finger and making your moans pitch, a slight smile growing on your swollen lips.

“You’re just… stalling so you last more than two seconds…”

He snapped your name sharply and yanked his fingers out, smacking your soaked opening with a stinging slap.

(Weaker souls would immediately apologize, but remember you flashed him your tits the second you got him alone.)

You turned your head and grinned at Jungkook’s infuriated expression.

“You can do better than that.”

“You–”

You rolled over, spreading your legs, and were met with rapid, swift smacks to your pussy and clit, back arching at the jolts of pain, moaning for him on the floor, staring at his slightly irritated expression and ash-blond curls, his blown-out pupils drifting up to see you gazing back under half-lidded lashes, aware your want was all over your face and open mouth, tongue hanging out and teasing him, seeing his breathing shallow, hand slowly shoving three fingers back into you, fast and fierce and deep, growling your name, cum for me, cum for all over my hand, you bad, bad girl, and grinning at your snippy reply, I’m only bad because you want me to be bad, Jungkook, because it was true, he knew what your reaction was going to be the minute he brought those gym clothes and you knew he would do something like that, the action being so very him.

That was why you were together, because when you liked the brand of annoying the other was, making for a harmonious, happy, horny relationship.

(Aww. Okay, back to him ramming his fingers into your pussy.)

“Faster, fuck, yes, yes, ah, Jungkook…!”

Bucking your hips up and crying out, clenching around his long digits and squeezing around them, gasping as you felt your juices leaking out over his hand and your inner thighs, falling back down and hearing the embarrassing squish of your release onto the yoga mat (oop), closing your thighs around his tattooed forearm and pulsing around his fingers, moaning deeply as the waves of pleasure shimmered through you, your core clenched tight to feel every delicious flinch of your ebbing peak.

(Who needed sit-ups when you had Jungkook, right?)

His strong hands forced your legs open, lowering himself between them, sending you into a frenzy of short gasps as he pulled his fingers out, hot breath on your inner thighs as he groaned while licking them off, gasps turning into wanton cries when his lips molded to your trembling slit, lapping up your orgasm, swiping at your engorged clit, holding your squirming hips still with his firm grip, the sensitivity raring through your nerves, trying to get away even though you didn’t want to get away, appreciating that he could tell from your panting noises that vaguely resembled, oh, God, don’t stop, marveling at his deep kissing skills (read: furious tonguing of your pussy), heart racing, spine arching, shivering with intense, blazing desire.

“J-Jungkook… please… w-want your cock, please…”

He had unquestionably been waiting for you to say it, although he had completely forgotten to tease or chastise you about it, instead emerging from between your legs with his glistening chin and bright smile, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom (clever boy, he planned this, although deducing that did not, in fact, take a team of dinosaur genetic scientists), ripping it open as you yanked the rest of his clothes off, running your fingers over his exposed length and balls, smirking as you felt him twitch, hot taut skin quivering under your touch.

Jungkook slapped your hand. “Stop that.”

You scrunched up your face. “Meanie.”

“You want a good railing or not?”

“Am I the stairs?”

His pierced eyebrow twitched.

“I swear I’m gonna gag you next time,” he muttered, shoving you back down.

“You always say that, but you like it – oh, fuuuuuuuck!”

“Fuck, why are you still so tight–?”

All the words meshed together, lost in incomprehension and pleasure as he entered you, thick, hard, stretching you out, your walls closing in on him, enveloping him tightly with every centimeter that he pushed in, clutching your thighs and panting, shaking brown orbs gazing up at you. You tried to wipe the triumphant smile off your face, too greatly pleased at his reaction.

He glared at you accusingly. “You’re doing it on purpose!”

“Nooooooo…” you sing-songed, grin popping out involuntarily.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, looking a tiny bit scary, but mostly hot as hell. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

“Wait, I need my brai–”

He cut you off by grabbing your legs and sandwiching them between his (buff) arms, bending you in half (improving flexibility!!!) before he started aggressively pounding you into the pink yoga mat with loud smacks of hips to hips.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

(Again, working out is a matter of perspective, remember that, kids.)

Your arms were above your head, moaning to his face, ecstasy flaring all over, looking up into those dark brown eyes that were watching you and your sensual expression, wanting him, needing him, loving him, sweat sticking his ash blond hair to his forehead and cheeks, open mouth and hot pants, so hard, fucking you with deliberate power and measured roughness, so soft, only able to gasp out your name in his deep, silvery voice clouded with lust and adoration, so perfect, because you knew he always did that when he really couldn’t stop himself and he was trying not to cum too fast so he could fuck you as long as possible and not disappoint you, not that he ever could disappoint you with his stubborn determination and relentless diligence, deeper, harder, right there, right there, ah, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, tumbling into euphoria as he tensed his jaw and his eyes rolled back at the pulsating massage of your powerful walls stimulating him from base to tip, thrusting for all his was worth until he managed to get out…

“Fuck, goona cum, fuck!”

Very loudly, your name exploding out of his mouth and his cock jolting inside you, the buck of his hips indicating the strength and ferocity of his orgasm along with his obscenely loud moan, filling up the whole apartment with his climax in the middle of the day (oop), your cum dripping down and soaking into the mat (double oop), feeling Jungkook’s defined torso shake from the tremors of your pleasure and his (definitely not an oop).

“Hah… oooh, shit…”

Your legs slid down and he lowered himself to his elbows, kisses once more, tongues and lips and smiles, laughing a little at the mess, wrapping your arms around his sweaty body.

“We need to work on your idea of sexy lingerie.”

Jungkook laughed, rich and full and lovely. “I’ll keep trying. Maybe you need an even smaller size.”

“A smaller size would literally vaporize into my ass crack.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“You gonna plan a better fantasy?”

“Shut up.”

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in which Jungkook tries to listen to your grievance but then he remembers what you look like naked and then it's nakey time cursed hours

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masterpost

[dorimena]

𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕮𝖆𝖐𝖊

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.4k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, lingerie, sex toy (vibrating butt plug), implied edging, implied overstimulation, pegging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, dom!reader, sub!reader

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; garterbelt, dry orgasms, didn’t know lima bean respect day existed, if you haven't realized i refer to reader's dick as cock whether flesh or silicone, implied aftercare, aged up character, Bakugou is in his 20s

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; late gift for the birthday boy who i haven’t written anything about until now. It was supposed to come out as a small fic, but University kept getting in the way and I’ve fallen behind with some pendant writings. Guess this is my first headcanon thing. Not proofread!

April 20th could mean anything for a lot of people:

In the US, it’s National Pineapple Upside Down Cake Day.

Also in the US, it’s National Lima Bean Respect Day.

Internationally, for the weed lovers, it’s 420 Day.

But April 20th simply means it’s your boyfriend’s birthday.

Bakugou had been hinting about wanting a small surprise for a while, whether big or small

And by hinting, I mean downright telling you every breakfast, lunch and dinner spent possible throughout March that he wants something from you, but doesn’t want to know what

If you were Mina, you would’ve thrown a party at some lowkey club and hired one of the best DJs in the city, if not the country

If you were Kirishima, you would’ve taken him hiking to a new mountain someplace else in Japan + a weekend glamping getaway

If you were Sero, you would’ve gone to do something relaxing, maybe a spa? Aerial yoga? Definitely not to just see his ass in some yoga pants

If you were Kaminari-

Well, that’s actually an interesting thought… What would you have done if you were Kaminari?

Bakugou wearing a black, see-through thong, the most sensual looking lace garterbelt you could find in his size and a pretty black bow sitting on his ass is what you managed to come up with

Sure. At first he was ready to fight, but then he remembered who you were so obedient baby boy mode was activated without any more fuss. That, and his fucking fantasies.

He’s also been fantasizing for the past few weeks leading up to his birthday about how you’d probably ride him. Maybe fuck him? He doesn’t care, just wants to be babied and loved and fucked good until he passes out to wake up a week later.

Maybe not, he still has work to do

Another reason he put up with this is because, y’know, you tend to be nicer on special days so-

Bakugou wearing a garterbelt makes you feel so many levels of horny in a span of 30 seconds once you see it on him. It accentuates his already envious waist line even more. God, you can’t wait to see him bent over and ass up.

So you tell him gently to do so from where you’re sitting, and he does it so prettily.

Reminds you of a graceful cat, the way he turns around on the bed, chest already down onto the bed sheets as he pulls his torso as close to his knees as possible. Juicy ass is as high as it could be and wow, the thong doesn’t do a good work at hiding the glimmer of the diamond butt plug.

Pity it didn’t come in any other color than white, but it came with the lingerie.

You didn’t even warn him when you turn the butt plug on.

The promised low setting already sounding pretty loud, his small huffs indicating it’s not as overwhelming yet.

Good.

But by now, you’ve left it on for a good while, watching as he tries not to lose his balance or shuffle too much to ‘lose the appeal’.

He’s cursing at you in airy moans, vermillion eyes glaring at you. Why are you teasing him? You’re meant to be nice.

It’s his fucking birthday

You’d punish him for his impatience, but you already punished him the day before.

You don’t want him not being fucked in the ass so you turn the vibrator up to the last setting, smiling sweetly as he curses even louder

This is still punishing but nice, right?

He seems to agree

His arms are restless, moving from staying beside him to moving above his head to grip at the sheets.

His hands also go to grab his ass and pull the cheeks apart to show you how he’s clenching desperately around the toy, whining about how he needs you right now, to stop fucking around and get your big ass cock in him or else-

But that “or else” doesn’t really get finished, not with you startling him with your speed and sight of the ribbons.

His arms are tied now, forcing him to keep spreading his ass, to keep showing himself off.

This has him burying his face into the bed, hiding how red he’s gotten from embarrassment.

You don’t allow that, so you press your hand onto the plug to push it in deeper.

He yells out your name, body jolting as the toy relentlessly messes with his prostate while your other hand curiously goes to touch the front.

The thong is absolutely soaked and sticky, and when you move your fingers against the fabric to feel just how sticky it is, Bakugou tries humping them, well, really just trying to rub his dick against your fingers because wow the stimulation of the fabric is n i c e.

But you’re not having it just yet, you wanna appreciate his perfect posture a bit more.

Reminder: the butt plug is already at its highest setting.

So the next best thing you can do is smack his ass because your baby loves that, loves how you leave compliments and praise for how it jiggles and gets a pretty red. He does it for you, after all, makes sure it’s always at its best presentation.

But he’ll never tell you shit because then you’ll tease him and embarrass him in front of his friends.

So a few slaps in, being careful with his hands, all followed by cooing at how it moves, how it blushes, how it’s now matching his face and probably dick too, has him trying to fuck back into the vibrator, but he’s humping absolutely nothing and growing more and more desperate and horny.

You back away from the bed, going for your camera to take another pic for your growing collection.

On the bed lies Bakugou Katsuki, all tied up, lingerie getting sticky with precum, the laciest garterbelt you’ve ever seen decorating his waist while he’s panting heavily, ass in the air, face completely red and wet, whether it be his sweat or tears.

He’s holding his ass apart to show you the vibrating diamond butt plug that’s been stuck in the highest setting, buzzing away as he’s whimpering your name, hiccuping “mommy, mommy, mommy” as he pleads for mercy, wiggling his ass as he tries luring you back to his body.

“M-mommy! Hnnnm tuh-touch me! Plea-ease? Please~”

Hey, aren’t you supposed to be nice? Eh...

He can’t come alone from the vibrating butt plug, never has been able to before, and if his rocking hips don’t indicate how much he wants to either fuck the bed or have your hand on it, you just ignore it.

Let’s see if tonight he’ll be able to cum hands-free for once. And make sure he cries more and more everytime he gets to cum from your cock and only because of your cock.

Basically that’s your birthday gift. Fuck him good until he either forgets his name, he's a babbling, crying mess, he's completely milked, or all of the above.

After hours of being edged by the toy he finally came, but in thin, small amounts, so you had to fuck out a few more rounds and cum out of him before he passed out.

In all honesty, he begged you to fuck him until he passed out. He had been fantasizing about it, after all.

After you both had your final orgasm of the night, rather early morning, he’s in tears, body trembling through the last tremors of his 2nd dry orgasm out of what? 7 orgasms? The copious amount of cum he’s managed to get milked out of him drying everywhere on his body, drool wetting the bed sheets even more than they were, room smelling like caramel, asshole fluttering around nothing and dick twitching as if wanting more.

Bakugou’s speaking gibberish at this point, the only coherent words leaving his dumb mouth being “mommy”, “more” or your name as he slowly succumbs to his exhaustion.

You give him your premium grade A aftercare during the little time he remained conscious and took care of everything else as he slept.

Next day, you cook breakfast, even if he grumbled about the taste or appearance.

He’s a good boy, he’s not gonna yell at you or be ungrateful with anything and everything you do, considering you put up with his anger. I mean, he gives his opinions, insights, inquiries through loving shouts of disapproval and approval.

All in all, he liked his birthday, but told you he kind of expected you to throw a party and had mentally prepared himself

Goddamn it. Guess next year you’ll call Mina for some help

[wordsbymae]

Here’s a warning, I’m going to send in two separate asks. The one I’m writing now about is clement and y/n. And another one is going to be about the one-shot you made about Freddy in another au. You’re going to suck it up buttercup, because I love me some perverted feral country boys 🤠. With southern accents that extra thick when they are drunk or angry, respect their mothers and ain’t scarred to get down and dirty; whether it be in the mud or fun times. Also I’m going to need you to elaborate more on uniform wearing Leroy, sounds interesting 🤔. But I definitely can see him dress up after the introduction of y/n’s lingerie outfits. What’s funny is, Originally what I had planned when I sent in my last ask was to give a little detail about Leroy’s parents for you to better understanding why he is the way he is, but eventually turned in a whole rant :D. What Clement is is what Joseph was supposed to be originally until the Addison of Mr.B. I wanted to add earlier that Clement thought that y/n was a stuck up bitch, but many women don’t like to be referred to that at all (respectfully so 👍), so I didn’t added it for your sake. Funny we keep finding each other like this 🙃. But yes! She’s what he hates most. Rich ppl (respectfully so). He had to deal with their kind for all his life and why would she be any different? He never thought she could truly love someone like him when she was like herself. So he felt that heart ache, so he thought “fuck it! She hates, I can’t already make her hate me anymore. There’s no point to suck in’ up to her” in his mind why try to stop her from hating him when he can make her hate him even more, he thought their relationship was beyond repairable. So to make himself feel better he thought making it worse would be beneficial for him. He had created this version of her in his head, but as he spend more time with her the more she continue to dismantle that version he had on her. She wasn’t stuck up, more like shy and skittish. She was prissy and up tight but not to the exaggeration he concluded in his head. As he torn down his initial prejudices and beliefs and look at her with more of open and judgment free perspective she wasn’t so bad. And around time he would learn about her hopes and dreams, would find way for her achieve them while under his restrictions. The incorporation of her becoming a nurse/assistant in the medical field was a good idea, thank you 😊. She would probably not go to a medical institution but pick lessons and part time as a assistant for a women on medical facility (planned parenthood). She’s surrounded with women and she’s close by his work, it’s a win win for everyone. He would strut in and proclaim that he’s here to see his wife, he would always make sure everyone knows (not like they don’t know already) who she is to him before saying her name “I’m here to pick up my wife, y/n”. This would help/foreshadow when he starts his heists and would come home all bloody covered and needed medical assistance (I’ll go more in detail about that later 😉). You’re are just like me, lol. I love angst but I’m a baby for happy endings 🥲. He come to learn she’s a inexperienced and innocent woman. She was taught strict rules about performing her wife duties and acting like a proper wife, but Clement constantly have her go past those normal restrictions. But she’s conflicted with the rule that she always has to go by what her husband says. When she was about to walk by him,but followed his eyes to her ass and begins to raise his hand to swat at it. She quickly covers her ass but in a annoyance he demanded that she stop but she tells him slapping her butt was “inappropriate”. She was tried of being treated like a waitress in a diner at a truck stop. She expected for him to get angry and spank her, but all he did was tilt his head back as his laughter shakes the entire house. “Inappropriate? Girl if you don’t stop and c’mere. This is just how I show affection” “affection?” “Is it so hard to believe? you have a great ass and I wanna smack it!”. There’s more but I ran out of space 😂

Sorry that this took me all week! Uni is kicking me in the arse and I never got a chance to answer.

YES! CLEMENT! Dirty, dirty, yucky man. I think I have made it very clear I love, love, love dirty, perverted country boys, it is truly my guilty pleasure.

okay, okay so I think Leroy was in the army or something, maybe only for a very short period of time, under 5 years, maybe longer before he got discharged for fighting a higher-up. he kept the uniform and shoved it in the back of the closet. He never really wanted to be in the army but his dad was, and his dad actually did quite well (maybe Vietnam vet or something? depending on the timeline, if 1960's timeline, ww2 or something) either way he really didn't care about it. until bunny comes along. he can tell she's a flighty thing and gets really submissive when people of authority talk to her. one-day bunny was putting his clothes away when he was at work and she comes across his old uniform. She gets a bit curious, although it takes her a few days to work up the courage to ask him about it. He just growls out he doesn't care for it and to forget about it. But maybe the town is having a memorial day or his friends from the army have some sort of formal get-together and somehow, some way he ends up having to drag it out to wear it and bunny can't take her eyes off him. I still think she's trying to stand up for herself and has yet to really aspected her place by his side, so she refuses to show have much it is making her attracted to him. But he notices. Anyway, they get back home, and something just takes over him. Maybe she gave a snarky remark or rolled her eyes when he ordered her to get ready for bed or something, either way, he goes into commander mode. He's still dressed in his uniform and he's standing over the top of her, she's backed into the wall, ordering her to get on her knees or bend over and she has to call him sir. he gets real degrading too, calling her all these nasty names and mocking her, calling her a whore and she's just a dumb slut, that if it wasn't for him she would let anyone in between her legs, she's so needy and such a dumb bunny, how she needs his cock and how all she's good for is being a cum hole. from then on I think he would enjoy "pulling rank", even threatening corporal punishment for anything she does wrong. bunny knows that if he starts making her call him sir, she's done something really bad. I nearly missed what you said about the lingerie! oh yes! I think he would really enjoy bunny wearing really soft-looking garments while he's wearing something that is related to hard work and violence.

I think my favourite ocs say so much about me, Joseph, clement, Leroy, Eli and freddy are just these real hands-on sorta men. And while Eli and freddy are a lot nicer about it, they are all very forward with their affection and attraction. I really enjoy fictional men that are very selfish and delusional, they think they are entitled to anything because they are hard-working, manly men and they deserve some loving. And if they weren't toxic and were real I would be first in line.

I am so glad you went on a rant! I love the idea of clement. I bet he did see ready as stuck up and frigid, just cause he wants to fuck her in the back of his pickup truck and never let any other man ever touch her, that doesn't mean he has to like her. So yeah a part of him wanting her is to corrupt her, to degrade her. I think there's a bit of resentment. Like you said I think he would have seen her and thought she's pretty and started to imagine what life would look like with her, but he is cruelly reminded men like him don't get women like her, and he starts to think it's her fault, he starts to hate how high above she is. so he begins to resent her but lusts for her at the same time, he wanted to drag her kicking and screaming down to his level.

He would have thought that they were no reason to try and be nice and romantic once married, he forced her to marry him so yeah there's no reason to try, only for it to be thrown back in his face so he is on the offensive first, saying her cooking is bland, saying that her dresses don't fit her well, that her makeup makes her look pale/ashy, all these nasty things to try and protect his heart if he doesn't give it to her she can't reject it. And she tries so hard!! she was raised to be a good wife so she's adding more spices, sowing her own dresses and practising her makeup. I am an angsty bitch so I like to think this reader is a bit like Alwyn's reader in that she always wanted true love so she is trying very very hard to make him like her, but maybe one day he gets a bit too cruel

(ignore if you want! this thought just came to me but it might be a bit too much).

angst and cruel things said below

maybe one day they went out to the town to get some stuff, and the reader goes to pick up some meat from the butcher. There's a new butcher and he's the same age as the reader. They haven't met yet and he doesn't know she's married. Anyway, he gets a bit flirty and starts complimenting the reader, calling her pretty and flattering her. the reader has never really had this sort of attention so she is very flustered and is just standing there blushing. Anyway clement comes in to see what the reader is up to and the butcher doesn't realise he's her husband so he keeps going, even though the reader has stopped blushing and is now looking a bit fearful. Clement gets real jealous and once in the car he just goes off, going on about how foolish she is, that the butcher only wants to get up her skirts and that he doesn't actually like her, how no one does, that she should be grateful that clement wanted her when no one else did, that the butcher was lying when he called her pretty and that clement is the only one who could barely tolerate looking at her. reader just bursts into tears and spends days not looking at clement or talking to him. cause this storyline is very much in a non-feminism era, I think she would try even more to look pretty, but she gets really flustered and worried about how she looks. Clement realises a bit late that he was too cruel and one night when reader is sitting in front of him in an old dress she hand stitched, fixing the holes and hair she tried to curl for three hours before giving up, looking at her plate and waiting for him to criticize her cooking, he just clears his thoart and very hesitantly says she looks pretty. I don't think he would ever really apologise and I think what he said would stay with reader for a very long time, to the point where maybe one day after clement says he loves her for the first time, she asks if he loves her even when he can barely tolerate looking at her. I think then he would just break inside and from then out is a much more loving and affectionate person, at least for men back then and never ever lets a day go by without telling her how beautiful she is.

haha well, that was a rollercoaster. ignore ^^^ if you want, I've just been in my angst era.

Yes, yes, yes!!!! The more he spends time with her, the more he realises the idea he had of her is completely wrong. yes is a bit more put together than him, but she doesn't look down on him and he begins to hope that maybe she can love him.

yeah!!! I was def thinking of a sort of midwife or women's health assistant. YES! he chose that place cause its right across the road and he can stop in for lunch together and he walks her over and walks her back to his car. He would look so out of place waiting for her inside the clinic, big beefy man covered with oil and grim.

I think the reader would be so excited to show off her new skills on him and explains every single step she does and the theory behind it and he tries very very hard not to snap at her to hurry up cause the bullet won't get out by itself, he never snaps at her cause he loves how excited and knowledgeable she is. Please please tell me more!!!

angst with a happy ending???? love it

oh yeah! she would get told that some things are big big no-nos, I'm sure there was a period of time it was frowned upon to show off your naked body even to her spouse, so let's say she was told that when she would sex it would be with undergarments on and she would be on her back every time. but she also got told to obey her husband. so he's trying to get her nightgown off and she is shocked he's trying to do so, and she explains as such, he just looks at her like she is crazy before asking isn't it her job to do what he says. she very hesitates but allows him to take it off.

OOH! she would be so shocked about ass-slaping, she thought that that only happens when her husband is punishing her, so she gets upset when he does it the first time thinking she did something wrong. And yes she can see his eyes looking at her ass and then his hand is raising so she covers it quickly, and yes he gets so frustrated! I think she would be so scared to voice her opinion, she grew up in a household where it was instilled her husband could punish her ( i am very firm that none of my ocs commits dv, sexual slapping yes, but never dv, I think mad king slapped once, but that is probs the last time) for anything she does wrong, even just voicing her opioion. so she is scared to tell him she wants to be treated softer and less like an object. but yes!!!

“Inappropriate? Girl if you don’t stop and c’mere. This is just how I show affection” “affection?” “Is it so hard to believe? you have a great ass and I wanna smack it!”.

I love this!!!! she would be so confused about how this would be affection but she starts to like it, and I think it would be funny if she starts to pout when he walks past her without slapping her ass, maybe she gets a new dress and shows it off to him while he is sitting down and she spins around a few times before ending up facing away from him and he is just sitting there while she stands with her butt in his face (not really) and she stands for a second or two before pouting and looking at him over her shoulder and asking why he hasn't "done the thing yet"

"the thing?"

"yes, the thing. You know.....with your hand?" and she starts to blush

he would just laugh and slap her ass hard before getting up and hugging her from behind.

ahhhhhh i am in love with this.

Please tell me more !!! love it! thank you!!!

lots of love mae xx

[starsinmylatte]

Tease (2/2)

Our beloved reader was fed up with the lack of attention from a certain Grand Admiral. To force his hand, she decided to send some pictures to tempt him while he was away, but things didn't quite go as they were planned. Now, we see the aftermath of those events.

Tease (1/2) link here in case you haven't read it!!

Pairing: Grand Admiral Thrawn x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Minors DNI

Tags/warnings (for part 1): lingerie, m@sturbation, dom/sub relationship, y'all this is filth, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex (please practice safe sex irl), authority kink

Word count: 4k (I got a little... ok, a lot... carried away)

bat in’a- beautiful one

ch'eo ch'itiseb- my sweet

ch’eo vir- my dear

cseo cssah bat- so very beautiful

cseo ch’itrico- so hungry

cseo tsaco- so tight

You had known that you were in trouble, but you realized the true extent of how completely and utterly kriffed you were on the morning Thrawn returned to the Chimaera.

Clue number one: he didn’t spare you as much as a single glance when he entered the bridge. Usually, Thrawn would make a point to have at least one small moment of inconspicuous eye contact as a greeting, but not today. Today he didn’t spare so much as a glance in your general direction.

The second clue was far more direct; a simple note sent through the encrypted channel.

Wear it tonight.

Some small part of you hoped the video would finally push the calm, distinguished Grand Admiral over the edge. He was always a generous lover, that being somewhat of a massive understatement, but you could tell he was holding something back. During your most intimate moments, you could see it. Something sharp, dark, and glittering rose to the surface, and Thrawn pushed it away every time.

What would Thrawn be like if he fully let go? That thought sent delicious shivers down your spine, and his final audio message played on repeat in your head.

“Ch’eo ch’itiseb, you know you really shouldn’t tease me like this.”

Thrawn’s voice was normally a seductive purr, but that audio message…. It embodied the dark edge of him you had been longing to experience.

You felt your core clench as you desperately tried to re-focus on the screen in front of you, but an all-too-familiar presence suddenly appeared behind you. All of your racing thoughts screeched to a halt as that same smooth voice you were fantasizing about was now whispering in your ear. “Bat in’a….”

Thrawn’s warm breath was caressing your neck, raising goosebumps, and sending a chill down your spine. Your breath hitched almost imperceptively as he continued, “I see your gift fit you well; it certainly does seem like you enjoyed it.”

Your lover’s reflection was showcased on the darkened computer screen you were so intently studying. His eyes were half-lidded and blazing with barely contained desire. The knowledge that all the bridge officers were obliviously going about their duties while the most powerful man on the ship was leaned over and whispering sinful things in your ear was almost too much to handle. You had no choice but to blush and avert your gaze so you could keep some shreds of your dignity intact.

“Y… Yes, Grand Admiral. I did.” You may have been flustered, but you were feeling coy enough to tease him slightly. A “yes, sir” would have been sufficient, but you knew full well what Thrawn felt when you called him by his full title.

As if on cue, a growl so quiet and low you barely heard it emanated from the man behind you. Thrawn’s usual soft tone sharpened; the mysterious darkness resurfaced, and his perfect Imperial presentation cracked in half. The accent he worked so hard to conceal, the same one you loved to tease out of him, now marred his words. “Careful, Commander, if you want to be able to walk tomorrow, I suggest you close that pretty little mouth.”

Your mouth shut so fast on reflex that your teeth clacked together. His tone was utterly predatory; Thrawn, usually so prim and composed, sounded like he was moments away from ordering everyone off the bridge so he could fuck you now. But, stars, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about it now.

Your naked body flushed with desire, pressed up against the icy cold transparisteel of the viewport, and presented to the galaxy by your lover. Thrawn commanding your body as masterfully as he does his flagship, pushing you right up to the edge of completion before withdrawing, edging you over and over again until you can barely stand on your own. His muscular body pinning you in place against the wall, hell-bent on making you rely only on him for support, as he fucks you mercilessly from behind. Thrawn’s thick, ridged cock splitting you open and hitting spots so deep you see new stars appear in the galaxy with every thrust. The curved transparisteel to your side showing a perfect reflection of your bodies intertwining as Thrawn pulls your head aside to kiss and nip at your neck……..

Your blush turned at least three shades deeper as you shoved the thoughts aside. Thank the stars that most of the officers were gathered around a terminal on the other side of the bridge, or they would undoubtedly know exactly what was occurring between the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy and his Commander.

Like flipping a switch, Thrawn’s cool, Imperial tone resurfaced in an instant. “Apologies, ch’eo ch’itiseb, I have distracted you from your duties for too long.

Wordlessly, you watched him straighten, pick an invisible speck of lint off his already pristine jacket, and resume his usual impassive expression. The blue bastard had the nerve to walk away and leave you flustered in the middle of the command bridge as if nothing had even happened. As he walked away, you saw the barest hint of a smirk ghost across his face. He wasn’t sorry at all.

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The rest of the day crawled by. Thrawn obviously had some plan for the evening, but not knowing the details meant the suspense was absolutely eating you alive. You managed to slog through the rest of your day without any major inconveniences, but as soon as it ended, you nearly ran to your quarters to prepare.

After showering and letting your hair dry, you turned your attention to what you would wear. Of course, Thrawn’s request that you wear the lacy, red set was a given, but you couldn’t exactly walk down the hallways of the Chimaera in that. You decided that it would be best for your trip to Thrawn’s office to seem like it was purely one of the extra duties you were finishing. You put on one of your looser fitting uniforms, hoping to hide the lines of the lingerie, and tied your hair back into its usual bun before leaving.

When you finally arrived at Thrawn’s office, the door slid open with a cool hiss of hydraulics as soon as you reached for your comm. You laughed softly to yourself. Well, he was definitely anticipating my arrival.

As you stepped through the door, you saw Thrawn’s back as he leaned over his desk. He seemed to be watching something quite intently, and as you kept walking forward, you began to hear hints of quiet audio. Before you reached his side, Thrawn paused what he was watching and turned his head to acknowledge you. A dangerous smile played across his lips, “Commander, I was hoping you’d be here soon. You are just in time for my favorite part.”

You raised an eyebrow and shot him a questioning glance, “What… what do you mean?”

His smile widened enough to show off his pointed teeth, “I do believe you should know exactly what I’m referring to because you played a starring role in it, ch'eo ch'itiseb.”

At that moment, you felt your soul leave your body. Kriffing sith hells, he saved it.

You didn’t think it was possible for his smug smile to get any bigger, but it did. “Oh, bat in’a, of course, I would save something so… artfully done.”

Thrawn stepped aside, and you were greeted by a projection of your video displayed between the other holos of priceless artwork on his desk. It was stopped at a very particular moment; you reclined on his bed with your legs spread open. One hand rested on your thigh, and the other was settled on your chest.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Thrawn hit a button, and the video continued to play. Breathlessly, you watched as your head lolled to the side, and Thrawn’s name left your lips in a broken moan. One of your hands pushed the lace aside to slip two fingers deep inside your cunt, and the other rolled a peaked nipple between your fingers.

A pang of lust immediately overcame any embarrassment you felt in the moment as you realized exactly what Thrawn must’ve felt when watching the video. Even though you had intended for the circumstance to be slightly different, it must’ve absolutely killed him to be away from you for that night and the several days following it.

Before you could react, Thrawn had closed the remaining distance and pinned your back against the wall. He leaned in to lavish his attention on the shell of your ear and whispered, “Naughty little thing….. teasing a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy like that. I could’ve canceled the trip to come back and fuck you, but then I would have been giving in. You obviously need to learn a lesson in patience.”

One of his powerful hands pulled your wrists above your head and roughly pinned them to the wall. A gasp fell from your open lips and your legs involuntarily clenched together as your cunt throbbed with desire. Watching the video had already lit a familiar fire in you, but now you could feel your arousal beginning to soak the thin, lacy material of your panties. Thrawn’s already wicked smile turned feral, and he forced his thigh between your legs. He grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him.

“Ch'eo ch'itiseb,” he cooed, “you don’t get any relief quite yet. You were so eager to tease me with that video, but now it’s my turn. Tonight, I get to take my time with you.”

As if to prove his point, Thrawn flexed and shifted his muscular thigh, so a hard ridge of muscle lined up perfectly with your clit. “It’s what you deserve, after all, for trying to tease me. You looked drunk with your own imagined power, writhing in my bed and begging for me…..”

All you could do was whimper at his sinful words as he tilted your face to the side again. You let out a low groan as Thrawn pulled the collar of your uniform aside and lavished all of his attention at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, taking turns sucking and kissing until he had left a noticeable mark. He hummed in approval at his work before trailing a line of kisses up the column of your neck, only to immediately double back and follow the line with his tongue.

Thrawn was the definition of commanding as he gazed down on you, already keening from his touch. He clicked his tongue in a mockingly disapproving manner as he moved his hand to trace the outline of the hickey. “Such a needy little whore for me. Maybe I should mark you up, so everyone knows you’re taken.”

He trailed a long, graceful finger up the side of your neck as if deciding exactly where to claim you next before stopping at the tender pulse point below your jaw. “I think here, to start.”

Another breathless whimper left your mouth as you tried to grind against his thigh, searching desperately for any purchase you could find, but Thrawn just pushed you harder into the wall, leaving you unable to move at all. “A visible mark on a pretty thing like you will have the whole ship wondering who owns this precious cunt.”

Thrawn paused to capture your lips in an all-consuming kiss that further ignited the flame burning deep in your core. By now, your panties were completely soaked through; arousal was beginning to trail down your leg, and your lover hadn’t even taken your clothes off yet.

The barest hint of the friction you were desperate for and his sinful words made you melt further into his embrace as you made another futile attempt to grind against his thigh. “P-Please… Thrawn... I need you to touch me. Take my clothes off. Anything.”

His silken voice was infuriatingly smooth, and it was apparent Thrawn was enjoying his revenge. “Well, bat in’a, you begged so sweetly for me, and now here I am. You’re going to get everything you asked for, but I decide how much you get and when to give it. Maybe my little dove will know better than to tease me after her own lesson in patience is completed.”

Thrawn swiftly stepped backward, and your knees crumpled at the sudden lack of support. He reached out and gracefully caught you; one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt the other behind your knees. Before you even fully realized it, your lover had quite literally swept you off your feet and was carrying you towards his private quarters. Thrawn’s burning eyes met your lust-addled gaze, and his smug smile returned, “Already weak at the knees for me, ch’eo vir?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but at that moment, your back hit the silken black sheets of his bed. If the unexpected fall hadn’t taken your breath away, the sight of Thrawn’s powerful form leaning over you absolutely would’ve. Even fully clothed, you could see the hard lines of his muscles shift and move beneath his uniform. His arousal was becoming more apparent by the second as his thick cock strained against the fabric of his pants. You wanted to feel its heavy weight in your mouth so badly you had to bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan.

Thrawn curled his long fingers beneath your chin and traced his thumb over your plush lips, “Open your pretty little mouth for me; I want to hear every single sweet sound you make tonight.”

When you complied, he slipped the calloused digit inside to rest on top of your tongue. You met his gaze again as you licked up the underside of his thumb before briefly closing your mouth to suck on it.

Thrawn let out a groan that trailed off into a low growl. Removing his thumb, he leaned down for another kiss. The first brush of his lips was almost reverent in its gentleness, but that soon gave way to searing passion. Thrawn’s hunger for you seemed to grow as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, seeking permission to deepen your embrace. You yielded to him completely, hands reaching to cup Thrawn’s face as his soft, breathy moans mixed with your own until he pulled away.

“Thrawn…..” you protested at the sudden loss of contact.

“You would do well to remember that tonight is about you learning patience,” he admonished as his fingers sought the closure of your uniform. “For now, I wish to see you.”

The air in his bedroom seemed to fill with electricity as he slowly undid your uniform jacket. Every so often, his fingers would barely graze your skin as they worked away at the fastenings, raising goosebumps and sending a thrill down your spine at the anticipation of each touch.

As soon as the last clasp fell open, Thrawn leaned back to admire you. “Look at you….” his tone of voice was reverent as he trailed his fingers across your décolletage, “cseo cssah bat.”

You arched into his touch, encouraging him to remove the rest of your uniform. Thrawn tossed the clothing unceremoniously to the side and pulled the pins from your hair, letting it fall and frame your face. One of his hands reached down to tangle itself in your hair. “You look just like you did in the video,” he cooed, “tell me, are you as hungry for my touch now?”

“Yesyes, please, Thrawn. Please touch me,” you pleaded.

His red eyes blazed at the desire in your voice, “remove my clothes, then.”

You eagerly started to unfasten his white uniform shirt, drawing a short chuckle from the normally reserved Chiss. “Cseo ch’itrico...”

Each exposed inch of Thrawn’s beautiful skin spurred the movement of your hands until his jacket lay open and his muscular chest was on full display. Now, it was finally your turn to touch him. Your fingers trailed hungrily down the center of his chest over hard lines of muscle and old scars to hook into the waistband of his pants. Finally, he shrugged the jacket off and threw it to the side to join the growing pile of clothes.

In one fluid motion, Thrawn pulled you up and into his lap. Being this close to him was absolutely intoxicating; the chill of his quarters combined with the warmth of his body and his deep, masculine scent was enough to send your head reeling. His hands continued their previous mission, trailing over your body, studying you as he would any of the priceless art pieces he was so fond of. They paid special attention to your breasts, rubbing your peaked nipples through the fabric. You couldn’t help but whimper at the delicious sensation, “mmmmhThrawn…..”

“Does that feel good?” he murmured into your ear before rolling his hips upwards, driving his erection against your core. You cried out in pleasure as he leaned forward to press a searing kiss on the soft swell of your breast. Your hands sought purchase in his hair as he bit the tender spot before soothing the sting with his tongue, leaving yet another mark on you.

Thrawn’s hand trailed down to drag two fingers over your clothed cunt, growling in approval as he discovered the thin garment was already completely soaked. He moved the strip of lace aside and repeated the movement before circling your clit, drawing more desperate cries from you. All the teasing combined with the anticipation from earlier already had you nearing your first orgasm. Then, without warning, Thrawn thrust two fingers deep inside, and you shattered with his name on your lips.

He let out his own moan at the sensation of your cunt milking his fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Needy little thing, how many times are you going to cum for me tonight?”

Thrawn held his fingers up for you to see. Stars, your arousal was dripping down them. “Commander, you made a mess. It’s only proper you should clean up after yourself.” The mock-disapproval was back in his voice as he pressed them to your lips.

Your cheeks flushed at his words as you took the fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean. Thrawn leaned in for another kiss, “Don’t worry, I’ll have my own taste soon enough.”

He laid you back down and moved to kneel at the base of the bed, pulling your hips to the edge. You slid easily through the silken sheets, grasping them for stability as you felt Thrawn’s hot breath on the inside of your thigh. Once again, he languidly pressed open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin before sucking deep bruises into the tender flesh, murmuring quiet praises in Cheunh between each one. The kisses trailed higher and higher until his mouth was pressed intently against your soaked core.

He gently sucked at your clit before sliding his tongue in to taste you. Your grip on the sheets tightened as he devoured you like a starving man, drinking you in and bring you closer and closer to ruin as he held your hips in an iron grip. You ground against his mouth, desperately chasing your second orgasm as he returned to sucking your clit. He let out a low growl of approval at your desperation, and the vibrating sensation on his lips pushed you screaming over the edge.

Again, Thrawn fucked you through your orgasm before raising his face to look you in the eyes. The calm, composed Grand Admiral was long gone. Pieces of his dark hair had fallen into his face, which shined with your arousal. His red eyes were half-lidded but smoldering with unrestrained lust. “You’ll give me another,” he demanded, returning his attention to your cunt.

For the second time that night, he pushed two fingers deep inside, seeking the spongy spot that would turn you into even more of an incoherent mess. You whined at the feeling of overstimulation, but you were just as hungry for him as he was for you. Thrawn moved back up to ravish your neck with more kisses while he slipped a third finger inside. The wet sounds they made would have been deeply embarrassing to you under any other circumstance, but the noises only encouraged your lover. “Tell me, ch’eo ch’itiseb, were you this wet when it was your own fingers inside of you?”

He gave a particularly rough thrust and grinned wickedly, “I don’t recall your cunt being this musical in the video.”

You were in such a blissful, fucked-out state that it was nearly impossible to form any words, but somehow you managed to speak, “Thrawnnnnn…. pleasepleaseplease…... need you inside me now.”

It was altogether too much. You came hard, soaking the sheets underneath you and drawing a pleased growl from Thrawn.

This time, he withdrew his fingers immediately, leaving your cunt spasming in his absence. Again, you protested weakly, but the sight of him finally removing his pants immediately stopped your complaints. It was a sight you’d never tire of, one you could appreciate even when you were this far gone. Thrawn was breathtaking; his lithe, muscular body had been sculpted from a lifetime of training and discipline. His cock was equally beautiful, large and thick, with pronounced ridges running along the side. He looked like a figure from one of his paintings as he walked towards you, a god of war hell-bent on making you his greatest conquest.

All need for words was long gone as he returned to the bed. Thrawn was as desperate as you; he ripped through the thin, lacy material in his way and trailed his cock along your slit, coating it with your combined arousal. He entered you in one swift movement, and the word fell away. You felt the delicious stretch of him, teasing the line between pleasure and pain as he began to fuck you at a relentless pace. With each snap of hips, yours rose to match the pace, and you saw stars. Thrawn tangled his hands in your hair and pulled you into an all-consuming kiss. He greedily captured each moan, every sigh that fell from your lips. Your fourth orgasm was quickly on the way, and you could tell that your lover wasn’t far behind.

All of the earlier teasings seemed to have affected him as much as they affected you. Thrawn pulled your hips upwards, and the new angle sent him deeper and deeper with each thrust. You felt this tip of his cock hit so incredibly far inside that it sent you reeling as the sound of your lovemaking filled the room. The lingering pleasures from all your previous orgasms were piling on top of each other, driving you closer and closer to a final climax that you were sure would leave you unable to walk tomorrow. Thrawn locked his gaze with yours, watching tears of pleasure run down your face. “So… close….. I can feel you, cseo tsaco -so tight- around me. Cum for me once more,” he commanded with the barest hint of desperation in his voice.

That was all the encouragement you needed before the most intense orgasm of your entire life swept over you. You bit down hard on the juncture of Thrawn’s neck and shoulder to keep from screaming his name loudly enough to tell the entire crew of the Chimaera exactly what was happening. He exhaled sharply as he continued to ride out your orgasm, but the feeling of your cunt greedily clenching around his cock was too much. Thrawn came with a groan, coating your walls with his seed as his pace slowed to a halt.

Your spent bodies fell on the bed together in the afterglow. Thrawn remained inside of you, and you enjoyed the closeness as you felt him soften. He pulled you into a tight embrace, placing a tender kiss on your temple as he softly smiled. “I missed you too, bat in’a.”

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[summerdazed]

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I would like to hear more horny on the sushi and bird men.

If you have the time and energy that is

Okay so I was just thinking about posting some of the stuff I wrote yesterday so this is perfect!

Warning I’m bad with names and these headcanons will contain trigging materials to some cause these fuckers are crazy

Okie so first up is the love of my life, 244

Something about 244 screams tease to me. I don’t know why but I could see him as the type to run his hand down your thigh a little too close to the place you’re just absolutely dying for his hands to touch

Let’s be real here, birdie is a busy man and y’all are gonna have quickies most of the time or you probably won’t be getting any dick for awhile

He doesn’t exactly strike me as someone that would have sex wide out in the open, I could see him having semi-public sex or maybe just in places you could almost definitely get caught

Oh! This is slightly indulgent but imagine getting caught and he just keeps drilling into you

Bird brain is also skilled with his hands. Probably not as much as Sushi but he definitely knows just what to do to make you scream his name

You have a collar with his name on it. That is all.

Again this is indulgent but wearing 244’s shirt after sex? Are you just asking for a round two? (Ngl that shirt looks mad luxurious and if you know that reference I’ll love for forever)

We can all agree that he’s rather private cause he kinda has to be. Because of that I don’t really see him allowing near his cool ass office that we see in the newer chapters, however, if you happen to pop in one day he’s pushing you against that big ass window and fucking you. Especially if your afraid of heights like that cause he likes the way you clench around him.

Really not that horny in comparison but I could see him buying you pretty clothes and lingerie regardless of sex. Now I can’t really say that he takes you on many date cause he’s busy but if you wanna make this typically calm man hot under the collar wear the clothes and lingerie out. You’ll definitely be getting dicked down that night. I don’t make the rules.

I would say he cares a little bit more about your pleasure than Sushi would but if you happen to piss him off or he’s feeling particularly irritating that night, he’s not gonna let you cum OR he’s ruining every orgasm you have

Depending on how long you’ve known him or what your connects are, you might, big on might, know his real name. I can’t imagine this man hears it a lot in his day to day life but if you happened to moan it in his ear while no one else is around? Let’s just say you’re going to be awfully sore the next day.

Overall, I see Birdie as a relatively fun yet interesting lover. He definitely takes the time to learn your body and see what makes you tick.

Then again I’m bias cause I would let this man do whatever he wants to me for a singular corn chip

Well Sushi (who’s name I still cannot remember to spell)

He’s an interesting case really. He either is with you cause it makes him look good or he actually likes you. Depending on the situation, how he treats you will be different.

If he is just with you cause you make him look good, well then your pleasure is completely thrown out the window. You might as well be a flesh light lmao

Now if he likes you to a certain extent, I still don’t see you pleasure as a priority sometimes but he’s going to make sure you scream his name till your throat is raw.

Idk if y’all know this or not but with certain knives you can just use the very tip to cut through things like butter. Especially if they’re sharp. And I know y’all are like “duh summer that’s the point of knives” but I’m specifically talking about thin bladed knives that are really, really sharp. Sushi has carved his name into you before.

Likes seeing tears streaming down your face. Will specifically make you wear something like mascara or whatever to accentuate it

Has let you cockwarm him during his little meeting things with his company. Doesn’t let you do it again cause 244 made a comment about it. (That perceptive bastard!) He totally was jealous of it.

I just know he’s extremely possessive. Maybe not breathing down your neck but he definitely knows where you are at all times.

Buys you whatever you want but everything comes with a price. If you want the newest game or whatever you may just have to get fucked senseless for it. Definitely takes you on shopping sprees and makes you pick out and outfit to be fucked in later

I’d say he’s already pretty rough but if you ask him to be rougher and really manhandle you? He almost loses it. You ain’t walking tomorrow. And you sure ain’t gonna be awake by the end of it

Tbh being Sharkie’s partner is definitely something else. You pretty much have the world at your fingertips yet it seems like you can only ever get anything by giving up your body to him. Deep down, I think he probably cares a lot but tbh he’s never been gentle in his life

Y’all might be surprised, or not, but for my bonus round I wanna talk about the ever darling Wangguk

I want to make it well known that this man has my heart and he’s absolutely a darling lover except for one thing

He has no experience. Hell, y’all saw him he has no game either. Definitely doesn’t really seem out dating for a long time. However if you wormed you way into his heart, he wouldn’t just shut you out.

Blushy when it comes to touching. Probably takes his time with foreplay cause he wants to make sure y’all both have a good time.

Learns your body like the back of his hand. Cheeks were bright red when you moaned out his name cause he mad you cum with just his fingers.

Probably doesn’t do anything with oral whether than be giving or receiving.

Honestly, after you get him to open up he’s the absolute sweetest.

Well, not perfect by not bad. Y’all obviously know who I think about a lot just because of the lengths of each one lmao. Never really thought the first few things I wrote on tumblr would be horny thoughts so yea. Hope y’all enjoy and please add on cause I’m curious about what y’all think too!

[sinner-as-saint]

Power Over Me - 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Run-through: CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dom. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect sub. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are well connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in almost every way…

Themes throughout the series: dom/sub dynamic, smut, dirty talk, angst, fluff

Bucky let out a sigh of boredom and tiredness as he walked into the club.

He unbuttoned his suit and thanked himself for having left his tie in the car itself because he truly, desperately needed to relax after an entire week’s work. Being the CEO of his own flourishing company was nice and all, but managing all those branches and employees and partaking in all those meetings and conferences all the time were taking a toll on him.

Yet, he walked in with a little hope in his heart. A hope, which only diminished as time went on. Bucky had everything; money, power, respect. But he was incomplete. He was a dom, and his last relationship with a sub happened five long years ago. He’s had casual, normal sex countless times since but he was never satisfied. Never truly satisfied.

Bucky walked into the dimly lit BDSM club, which was owned by one of his close friends who shared the same lifestyle as him. The only difference was, all his friends had their subs, only Bucky didn’t.

The club was more or less like an elite, private strip club – only instead of strippers and dancers, there were subs who waited to be chosen by which ever dom would like to have some private time with them. Or play a scene in the playrooms. At the end of the night, there was always a line up – where doms chose who they were interested in. Bucky had been here countless of times, but no one ever caught his attention. He never felt drawn to any of the girls.

See, Bucky was a slightly more complex man. He was what one calls a soft dom. His friends, who all shared the same lifestyles, playfully teased him about it all the time. But Bucky never changed despite the jokes. He wasn’t like other doms who were into public humiliation, or hardcore scenes, or who had strict regimes and timetables for their subs to follow.

Of course, Bucky did have his fair share of rules set and ready for whenever he’d find his perfect girl but they were rules which could be bent. He believed it’d be much more enjoyable and fun that way.

 The atmosphere of the club was similar to how it always is. Some doms took part in scenes with one or more than one subs in one of the many open play spaces; which Bucky was never necessarily fond of. He had attended many scenes, but he was never one to take part in it. There were equipment scattered nicely around the room. Most people were in the lounge area, on the dark red couches and chairs; subs on their doms laps, or other knelt beside their masters. Everyone was doing their own thing, playing roles in a healthy, consensual manner, knowing that this was their safe, little secret space.

And there Bucky was. Lonely even though he was surrounded by people. As he looked around, seeing the expression of content and delight on all the other doms’ faces, it did make him envy them a little.

I would treat my sub much better than they treat theirs. If I had one. His inner voice spoke up.

He walked further in, eventually joining his friends at a table. People walking around, especially the women threw curious glances at him. Some were provocative, some were less. Everyone was dressed differently; some in suits, ladies in gowns, subs in anything ranging from latex lingerie to nothing at all. It used to be overwhelming, but now it wasn’t. He was comfortable, right in his element. Just lonely.

He was in the middle of a conversation with Sam when someone, out of nowhere, caught his eye.

Wearing a short, but not too revealing, figure hugging brown dress; you stood by the stairs which led to the private playrooms upstairs. Alone, with your head hung low, fingers intertwined; you stood politely. It seemed as though you were waiting for something, or someone. Bucky watched you. Five minutes went by and no one, no man approached you.  

Bucky eyed you a little more for a while. You had no collar on. Your hair was perfect, he could only imagine burying his entire face in it or wrapping it around his fist and tug on it. He could imagine how pretty you’d look on your knees. You shyly looked up for a brief moment, and Bucky’s breathed hitched in his throat at the sight of your face.

Oh my. What a lovely girl!

He tried to shift his focus back on what Sam was talking about but he couldn’t. He was bewitched. In a trance. Like he had found all the answers he ever looked for. After five long years, something sparked in him. A desire, or a need rather. A need to have you, and have you hand over your control to him. Just one look and Bucky longed, he yearned for something he hadn’t even touched, or experienced yet – you.

He got up from his table after a few minutes, and made his way to you. Your head was still hanging low, so you didn’t notice his arrival until you realized you were looking at a pair of dark shoes.

 You tensed up immediately, knowing that someone stood in front of you. You wanted so bad to just lift your head up and see what he looked like, but you couldn’t. Never make eye contact unless you’re told to. You had been trained so, years ago, by your previous Master.

Bucky scanned you one more time; definitely no collar, no necklace with initials on, no bracelet – nothing. Perfect. You weren’t taken… yet.

He spoke up. “Hello beautiful, what’s your name?” he asked, softly. His voice almost made you tremble, in a good way; you weren’t trembling in fear in front of him like you did with your previous Master. But you didn’t reply, instead you shifted your gaze back and forth from his shoes to yours. You waited.

Bucky realized that you must be one of the subs who received very stern training. So he spoke up again. “You may speak, sweetheart.” He said, and expected a reply this time. He watched you intently as you parted your lips, your tongue quickly wetting them before you replied to his question.

“Y/N.” you politely said your name. Your voice sent chills throughout his body. It had been long, too long since he’s been with a sub. Bucky feared he might be rusty, but seeing how your body reacted to his presence alone, he was sure he did just fine.

He chuckled lightly, in an approving manner. “That’s a pretty name. Would you, Y/N, like to accompany me upstairs?" he asked again, referring to the private playrooms upstairs. You were quiet, processing. He was leaving the decision on you? How odd. Your previous Master never did so.

All Bucky got was silence. Part of him was disheartened immediately, thinking you would reject him. Then he remembered, “You may speak when asked a question, doll.” His tone was just a little less playful than previously. It was an insignificant change, but you caught it. Just like you did when your previous Master’s mood changed, you always caught and dreaded the change in his voice.

Calm down, this isn’t him. This isn’t him. This isn’t him.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all, Master.” You replied, somewhat monotonously. There was something about how you responded which didn’t sit too well with Bucky. Subs were usually excited and glad and looked forward to playtime, instead you seemed… afraid? He was sure he’ll figure it out by the time you were upstairs.

“Look at me.” He said, softly. You hesitantly looked up to meet a pair of pretty eyes. James Barnes? You had heard of him, even saw him at the club a few times. Oh lord was he handsome from up close! You lowered your eyes immediately, in fear. Never stare, it’s rude. You had been trained so. Bucky frowned. “I said look at me, doll.” his voice was much firm but he didn’t sound mad, not in the least.

You looked up again, and held his stare this time. You were shy, he could tell. He extended his arm for you to take. You placed the palm of your hand in his warm, larger one. “You will address me as ‘Sir’, understood angel?” his voice was calming, weirdly.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” He smiled.

Bucky led you upstairs and into one of the private rooms. It was nice and cozy inside, dimmed lights – dimmer than downstairs, comfortable couches, lots of pillows and equipment and other toys. You were very much familiar with these rooms; you’ve been here before many times.

You hung your head low again, waiting for his instructions. He locked the door, let go of your hand, walked in and stopped in the middle of the room then turned around to face you.

“Kneel.” He said, using the same calm and collected voice from before. He wasn’t too overpowering, he was easing you into this, you could tell. You hurried and dropped to your knees on the floor right before him.

You waited. He scoffed, as if disapproving of something. You trembled, wondering what you had done wrong. You replayed the past few minutes over and over again as he moved away from you, walking over to the couch. Was he leaving? Why do you act like you’re stupid at times, huh? Your previous master’s harsh words echoed in your head. And you got all teary eyed just thinking about the man and how he handled your “stupidity.”

Bucky reached for a pillow. “Don’t you know you have to kneel on a cushion, you silly baby? Else, you’re gonna bruise your knees. We don’t want that, do we now doll?” he grabbed the soft pillow and walked back to where you knelt on the floor. Bucky didn’t think twice before squatting down and placing the pillow on the floor for you to kneel on. No dom had ever gotten on his knee for your comfort ever before, this was new to you.

But even then, he noticed you remained unmoving in your spot. He looked up to find you all teary eyed, and tensed. He reached out to touch your chin, you flinched at first – due to not so pleasant past experiences with impatient doms – but you recovered once you felt his soft, caring touch. You looked into his piercing but soft eyes, and you looked away immediately; unable to handle the intensity of it all.

When you looked down, you noticed the pillow. And you quickly scooted forward and knelt on it instead of the cold, hard wooden floor. “Sorry, sir.” Your voice trembled a little. Your hands were shaking a little, and Bucky noticed. He didn’t like it.

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted your head up so you had no choice but look at him. “Who did this to you?” he asked, waiting for an answer.

Bucky could clearly see that someone must’ve taken advantage of you, or they must’ve treated you poorly. You were so tensed and scared. You understood what he meant by the question, and many memories came flooding back in. Memories of him. Your previous Master. The first master who claimed you, collared you, trained you and the only one to have done so up till now.

You looked into Bucky’s eyes and wondered what to say.

“Tell me, baby.” he urged you to talk. Baby…

You fidgeted in your spot, your heels digging into your butt cheeks. “My… master. The one, um, I was with before. He…” you trailed off, not knowing how to describe him. Was rough? Too rough? Didn’t care about boundaries, didn’t respect limits? Didn’t believe in aftercare? There was so much you could say about him but you couldn’t vocalize it all.

You didn’t have to. Bucky understood. He had seen cases like these, where one wanna-be, terrible dom messes up and scars a sub for life. Bucky was angry, not at you, but at whoever the hell it was who had taken advantage of your submission, instead of cherishing it. The idiot, whoever he was, must’ve made you think that doms were to be feared. When in reality, that wasn’t the case. That was never the case.

Oh my sweet, sweet angel… Bucky’s heart broke just looking at your broken state. You were lost, confused between what you wanted and what not, what you could do and what not. You had been fed lies about this lifestyle, and in that moment Bucky knew he could never let you go. He couldn’t leave you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.

Bucky didn’t let go of your chin, and you were alright with that. You let him. “Hey,” he said softly, leaning in closer to you, “it’s okay, my little pearl. There’s no need to be afraid anymore. I’m here, now. You’re here with me, don’t think about anything else.” He spoke, looking you deep in the eyes. He meant it all. “We’re here for you. For your pleasure, remember that.” he sounded so lovely and caring. “Nod if you understand.”

You nodded, wondering how could it be that you relaxed just by looking into his eyes. He was… calming. All of him was; his voice, his stance, his demeanor – he dripped of power and authority but he was also nurturing and sweet. A deadly combo. But a great one.

“Good girl.” He complimented you. You could see the stark difference between him and your previous Master. With the latter, compliments were rare, so rare. Practically non-existent. But with Bucky… he complimented you just for nodding. You felt warm and good; something you hadn’t felt in years.

You realized then that you wanted him. Bad. You needed him.

“Now tell me, sweetheart,” he spoke slowly. “What to do want?” he urged you to answer. He waited, longing to hear those words from your pretty lips.

“To please you, sir.” You answered. Warmth washed over both of you. Bucky smiled, and moved his hand from your chin to your hair. He slid his fingers into your hair gently, massaging your scalp for a few moments before standing up again.

He looked down at you, as you slowly lowered your eyes, focusing back on his shoes. “Go ahead, angel.” He gave you the green light. And you tried your hardest not to seem impatient as you unbuckled his pants and lowered it just enough to free his cock. The sight of his thick cock had your mouth watering in need, but this wasn’t about you. This was about showing him how well you could please him. And you intended on leaving a good impression.

“Open up, sweetheart.” He watched how you parted your lips and inched forward; wrapping your hands around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip.

Bucky slid his hand into your hair and grabbed a fistful of it; tugging on it gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth just a little, the rest he left it up to you, for you to take at your own pace. “Don’t rush baby, take your time. I’m right here with you.” He whispered, with his cock halfway into your mouth.

You didn’t waste any time, inch by inch, you took him in. He fit, surprisingly, into your mouth perfectly, despite his delicious size. You looked up at him, he threw his head back and exhaled loudly. He looked back down at you. “Be a good girl for me, come on.” He said, softly.

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in and out of your mouth, he hit the back of your throat each time you took him in.

You kept your eyes on his perfect face as you sucked on his cock. He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked majestic. “Fuck…” he moaned and you quickened your pace. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He whined and looked down at you. “Oh look at you go.” He sounded breathless.

His taste invaded your senses. And you liked it. Oh you liked it. The sounds leaving his mouth fueled the fire in you. You were doing that. You were making him feel good like this.

He bucked his hips forward very gently into your mouth, and loved the sight of your spit coating his cock, and how your mouth stretched and struggled just a little to accommodate him in your mouth. You looked magnificent on your knees, taking him perfectly. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this good, and complete at the same time.

You felt all of him against your tongue and you repeated your actions again and again, hollowing your cheeks. The gasps and moans which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in your underwear. And his praises… oh his praises.

“You look so pretty on your knees, angel. So pretty.” He moaned and panted and tugged harder on your hair. “Come on that’s it, show me how much of a good girl you can be for me.” His words made you tremble in the best way possible.

Yes. Yes, I’ll be your good girl. All for you. You felt it then, the connection. You wondered if he felt it too. The need to give in to him burned inside you. You wanted to surrender completely, to him, his praises, his loving words. He was so kind, so caring… so soft.

He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you; eager to chase his orgasm. He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum. Your hands toyed with his balls, and he hissed. “That’s it, my angel. Come on, take me. Take all of me.” He murmured, urging you to speed up.

Bucky gently pushed your mouth down on his cock, you struggled to breath for just a second but then you grew accustomed to it. You relaxed your throat and allowed him in deeper into your mouth. The sounds he made were glorious.

He swore under his breath as you took him out and dragged your tongue over the slit on his tip very lazily before taking him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he felt his orgasm building nicely. He looked down at you. So perfect. So perfect it hurt, and he just wanted to take you away from here, away from everyone else’s hungry gaze and protect you with his life.

He pulled himself out of your mouth abruptly, and tugged gently onto your hair, which was wrapped around his fist. Your spit mixed with his cum coated your lips, your eyes watered just a little and he chuckled when he saw the excitement in your eyes. You gasped as he pushed two fingers past your lips. You welcomed them in and treated them the same way you had worshipped his cock merely seconds ago.

Bucky watched with his own lips parted. Fuck… his cock twitched, missing the warmth and softness of your wet mouth already. “Will you be a good girl and swallow all that I give you, doll?” he asked, chest heaving a little, he was on the edge, you could tell.

You nodded frantically, his fingers still in your mouth. “Answer me, baby. Will you?” he asked again, removing his fingers to let you talk.

“Yes sir.”

He didn’t waste any time, he pushed himself back into your mouth and let you do your thing. You welcomed his familiar taste and size.

You wrapped your arms around his thighs and sucked on his cock until he came; spilling his warm load down your throat. You focused on swallowing all that he gave you. He came with a moan and a sigh, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. You swallowed all of him, licked him clean and zipped his pants back up and buckled his belt again.

And you waited, still on your knees on the cushion before him. He smiled down at you, enchanted. I found you.

“You did so good, angel. You were perfect.” He ran a hand lazily over your hair, smoothing it down given it had gotten all messy since he tugged on it. Once he was done, he spoke again. “Stand.”

You listened, and kept your head down. “Time to go downstairs now baby, okay?” he gently caressed your cheek. You looked up, and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, sir.”

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You two got downstairs, and he before he could say anything to you, you were pulled away from him by one of the managers of the club. Bucky could only watch as the middle aged woman dragged you away from him, chiding you for being late or something of that sort. Bucky was confused for a minute. He was initially planning on asking you if you’d like to come home with him. But before he could, you were taken away from him to God knows where. Then he realized.

Oh no. They were taking you to the line-up.

 The line-up was nothing new to you. You visited the club weekly for years now, you had gone on that stage so many times to line up with all the girls who were at the club. There was not much to do once you were on stage, you just had to stand there and let the men or the couples choose whoever they liked.

You wondered if Mr. Barnes would be in the audience. Would he? No, he must have found someone else by now. Men like him wouldn’t waste time on line-ups. Regardless, the hope burned in a corner of your heart.

The line-up was important, whoever got chosen the quickest got paid the most by the club. If not, then you return home empty handed. Home… you didn’t have a home. Home is where you’re supposed to feel safe, and happy and loved. What you had close to that was a shabby apartment that you share with 2 other roommates.  

As the manager tugged you rather harshly along to get you to the line-up in time, you did more thinking. Most girls when they get chosen go immediately with the one who chose them. Then they come back, usually after a couple of weeks.

Or sometimes the masters shared and exchanged amongst themselves, with consent of the sub obviously. One girl, however, stayed for longer with a dom once. 3 months. Everyone thought she would never return, that she had found her one true dom, her master. Which is what every girl here dreams of – finding the right one. To surrender to, to give up complete and utter control to. Someone to complete them. You longed for that too, silently.

Earlier, with Mr. Barnes, you had had a brush with what that feeling might be like. To feel complete. To feel joy and happiness in pleasuring your dom. In surrendering to him, letting him know it was okay for him to play with you as he pleased.

Oh Mr. Barnes… you were so lost in thoughts of him that you didn’t realize you weren’t walking anymore. The manager wasn’t tugging on your arm. She stood still, speaking to someone on her phone. You were right there, so you eavesdropped.

“Who did?” she spoke through the phone. “What’s the name?” she paused. Then her eyes widened, “Oh.” And she seemed like she was trying very hard not to look your way.

What?

“Did he really?” she spoke again, and paused. “Damn. Tell him I’ll be right there. Yes, I’m bringing her along.” She ended the call rapidly.

Her? Were they talking about you?

She turned to you. “Change of plans, no need for you to get to the line-up.” She said, dragging you to the opposite side of the stage where the line-up is usually held up.

“What? Why?” you thought of everything all at once. What is happening?

The manager turned to look at you briefly, and you saw something resembling envy in her eyes. Envy? Really?

“Because someone already wants you.” Her words echoed in your head.

Someone…wants you…

Could it be… could it be Mr. Barnes? Oh…

[mango-bango-bby]

Hi!! i absolutely love you’re writing as i thought yanderes always had to be mean but you’ve given me what i needed with the softness would it be possible to get the nsfw alphabet for yandere deku? or really anything with him as when i imagine whom he’s a very desperate and needy boy i hope you have a great day!!

♡ Yandere Deku NSFW Alphabet ♡

He’s so cute 🥺🥺 Also thank you, I love the ideas of yanderes but a lot of the violence in yandere fics trigger me. I just want a soft yandere to take me away from all my problems and protect me 👉👈💖💕💞

(Fem!darling)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ♡

Izuku’s first instinct is to make sure you’re okay. Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Did you feel good? Izuku is a hardcore worshipper a bit of a worshipper, so he wants to make sure you’re happy with him. He wants to lay with you and cuddle with you but if you don’t want to, he’ll leave the room (to cry)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ♡

He’s supposed to choose? But everything about you is beautiful. Everything about you makes him feel fuzzy inside. He doesn’t really have a favorite part of himself. He’s very insecure about the scars on his arms. Please tell him he looks fine.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ♡

It depends on what you want. If you want him to wear a condom, he will. You want his to cum inside, he’ll listen, If you want to get pregnant, he’ll take you off birth control (he’d be ecstatic if you wanted to have a baby)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ♡

Izuku is a pervert. It’s always the shy ones. He’s not disrespectful or gross like Mineta some people. But he has stolen your panties. And watched you shower. And taken pictures of you changing. And had wet dreams about you. And written down his fantasies about you in a separate notebook. Ok, maybe he’s really pervy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ♡

Izuku has no experience at all. He can’t even look at your naked body most of the time without feeling like he’s going to pass out. But despite his lack of experience, he notes down EVERYTHING you like. So he will make you feel incredible. Most of this from watching you masturbate and looking at your search history (to see what type of porn and hentai you read)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ♡

Any position where he can see your face, he wants to make sure he’s pleasing you. So he’ll watch your face very carefully to see if you like it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ♡

With most thing for Izuku, he’s mostly just nervous. Sometimes he get confident, but that wears off a little bit when he sees your body. If he’s had a bad day of hero work, he’ll either be completely baby-boy-sub or hard-yet-soft-dom.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ♡

Once again, it depends on what you want. If you want Izuku to not have hair, he’ll shave it all off! If you want him to have hair, be prepared for tiny green curls down there!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ♡

Izuku is very intimate with you. Pretty much everything he does in the bedroom is to please you. Although, if he’s had a particularly bad day of hero work, he’ll be a little bit rougher with you. Don’t worry, if he goes a bit over board, he’ll make sure you’re okay!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) ♡

Izuku truly didn’t masturbate before he found you. Then his sex drive went through the roof. He’s definitely jerked off into your panties. Or he has your panties over his face while he jerks off. Although, every time he does this, he feels extremely ashamed and embarrassed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ♡

Thigh riding. Please ride his thigh. Izuku may have muscular arms but he’s also get muscular thighs, so if you ride his thigh, you’ll be able to feel his muscles. He also has a thing for seeing you ride him, he likes being able to see your face. And see your chest bounce up and down.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ♡

Anywhere in his apartment. Unlike other yanderes, Izuku will take you out from time to time. But he will NOT make love to you in public. No one should be able to see you in such a vulnerable and intimate state!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ♡

Izuku loves seeing you in lacy and innocent looking lingerie. It makes him really riled up. Although he gets to shy to ask you to try lingerie on, most of the time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ♡

Izuku won’t share you. He gets insecure, so if you ask for a threesome or toys, he gets sad. Is he not enough for you? Is he doing something wrong? Should he be rougher or softer with you? What’s he doing wrong?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ♡

Izuku is very good at oral. He doesn’t really know why, considering he has absolutely no experience. But he’s really, really good at eating you out. If you offer to give him a blowjob, he won’t be apposed to it. He will blush and hide his face the whole time, though. He’s also very sensitive, so please don’t tease him, he can’t handle it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ♡

Refer back to letter I. Most of the time he’s soft with you. But sometimes the dom side of him comes out and he gets a little bit rough. Don’t worry, he’ll make sure you’re alright afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ♡

Izuku would love to have super long sessions with you and overstimulate you to hell. But Izuku is VERY sensitive, meaning he cums pretty quick. But he can deal with some overstimulation on his part. He’s strong, he can handle it!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ♡

Izuku will let you experiment on him! He doesn’t like hurting you, so most BDSM is out of the question. Unless you’re the dom, in that case, whip him as hard as you can! Don’t worry, he can handle it!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ♡

Because Izuku is very sensitive, he can only last a few rounds before he gets exhausted and SUPER overstimulated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ♡

He’ll let you use toys on him! He doesn’t like using toys on you because he gets insecure that you’ll like it better than him. Izuku gets insecure fairly easily.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ♡

Izuku will not tease you! He never ever wants you to feel bad or upset! If you want to tease him, he’s okay with that. When your the dom, he’ll let you be as soft or as tough as you want! If he’s the dom, he’ll be as soft as possible with you! You’re to special!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ♡

Very, very, very, loud. Izuku is probably the loudest moaner imagine, he gets really embarrassed about it. The neighbors will hear you two, there’s no way they can ignore it. Izuku also makes the ahego face, every single time he thrusts.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ♡

Izuku is the most switch, one could be.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ♡

Despite being shorter than the average teen, Izuku has a rather large member. Not super thick, but fairly long. He’s also very muscular in general, he doesn’t think he is, but he is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ♡

Izuku has a fairly high sex drive. Mostly because you’re just so sexy! How is he supposed to be calm when you look- well- the way you do?! He also has frequent wet dreams so most mornings he wakes up super horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ♡

Izuku falls asleep, pretty quickly. Mostly because he gets super tired after sex. He tries to stay up but he can’t. He’ll also fall asleep with his arms around your waist with a rock solid grip. So good luck trying to get him off of you.