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schizosupport · 2 years ago

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Hi, I saw some other annons ask about dating and you had some wonderful advice so my question revolves around a long time friend.

So my best friends brother, who I've gotten closer with too now, has had a crush on me literally since we were like 10. (we're 23-24 now) He's really sweet and I'd be open to a strictly romantic relationship. I identify as asexual and panromantic. He's a cis het man soo I'm not sure how he'd feel about a just romantic relationship.

I'm not sure how to bring this up to him, I feel like if I bring up the possibility of a relationship then if it's ends up we don't have the same needs / wants and I turn him down, that it would hurt him, or he'd feel led on and he's a really good friend and I don't want to lose him.

I'm also trying to be more self aware too. He's told me about his crush on me and has been open to me and I've always expressed I haven't felt the same. But also, I do like him a lot as a person, especially as we've grown up together and he's always been by my side, (even through my psychosis episodes) but on the other hand, I've been single a long, long time and I'm trying to figure out, do I really like him romantically or am I jumping at the chance for someone to fulfill something for me romantically. I am almost constantly feeling touch starved, I hate this feeling and I don't want to get into a relationship for just that reason.

Hi there!! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you, I do have some thoughts on the matter, though ultimately this is something you will have to judge for yourself (as you very well know). Still, I might have some kind of insight, so here goes nothing!

Ok so obviously there's a lot of stuff here - I guess there's the question of whether you are actually into this guy romantically or if you are just romantically lonely and touch starved. Another question is whether he would be accepting of you being asexual and (I assume based on the way you phrased it) you not wanting a sexual aspect to your relationship.

I mean, as for whether you actually want to be in a relationship with him and/or whether you are romantically into him.. this is a tough one honestly. I relate a lot to the term "quoiromantic" and I often wonder if I'm aromantic, polyamorous or both :P So what I mean to say is that I relate to not really knowing the nature of your feelings, but still considering and perhaps desiring a romantic relationship.

I don't think there's anything wrong with that at all. Feelings are nebulous and crushed are fickle things. The desire to be in a committed relationship with someone is above that (to me). It sounds like you guys already have a pretty committed friendship.

So the curious question here is - what more is it that you desire? What more might he desire?

You mention feeling touch starved, so I'm thinking you might have a desire to add physical closeness to the existing relationship. Beyond that you use the phrase "someone to fulfill something for me romantically". I wonder what those things might be? A couple things people may or may not desire, to inspire you: Physical closeness? Kissing? Dates and romantic gestures? Emotional intimacy? A shared future? Mutual emotional commitment? Monogamy?

I think it's important to consider what you are desiring out of a relationship beyond the label, especially in situations where some things are off the table for you, so that you can explain to yourself (and potentially to him) what you actually desire/offer in a relationship. That way you can each go into a potential relationship with 'open eyes'.

I can't deny that in a sexually and romantically closed relationship between two people where one partner desires sex in their life while the other doesn't, this can be a cause of frustration or even conflict. But people compromise about all kinds of things, and it's the job of each individual to be an an adult and make decisions openly. Sometimes someone agrees to try it out, and may eventually find that they can't make it work. It sucks, but it happens. But it doesn't have to end in tears.

I know a number of couples where one partner would technically want to have sex with the other, but doesn't because it's not mutually desired, and these people are still having happy, fulfilled relationships with each other.

There are plenty of people, asexual or not, for whom sex isn't that important an aspect of a relationship. But there are also people for whom sex is an important aspect of the emotional connection.

The only way to know which type this guy is would be to ask and to have an open discussion about it.

I'm guessing from context that he doesn't know that you're asexual, or at least if he does, he doesn't necessarily know that you don't desire sexual activities at all.

Since it sounds like the two of you are close, you might want to just go ahead and come out to him as ace/discuss this aspect of your life with him? It might provide some information about his feelings based on his reaction, and this way, if he still seems interested afterwards, you can refer back to this conversation, and he would already know, so you wouldn't feel as if you are "leading him on" if things start to turn romantic.

Asking someone out doesn't have to be like writing a contract.. but i genuinely think that clearing up with yourself what you desire and where your boundaries are, is a good first step.

I feel like there's so much more to say honestly, but I could text all night, so I'll end it here ...

But you're welcome to ask follow up questions ^^

Night night!

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romanstheory · 3 years ago

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Request where Y/n, Roman’s girlfriend, and him have a petty argument so she punishes him with no sex and it’s driving him crazy and he’s practically begging for the goodies after two weeks go by of him not being able to touch her.

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Roman has been home with a minor injury for a couple weeks. I loved having him home more, but damn he was getting on my nerves a little. We've been getting into small disagreements a lot more, I know all he wanted to do was get back into the ring and I wanted him to get back in it too. Roman is the love of my life, but I know he's fighting with himself to get back to work. "Hey babe, what's for dinner" Roman asks. "What ever we buy, I'm not cooking tonight I'm beat from work" I respond. "We ate out yesterday though" Roman says disappointed. He loves my cooking, but I just don't have it in me to make enough food to feed him and myself.

"Roman, I'm just too tired from work. I will cook tomorrow, I promise" I say plopping onto the sofa. Roman sighs loudly "Okay I guess, what do you want?" He says. "You guess?" I say raising an eyebrow. "Yeah I guess" Roman repeats. I shoot him a dirty look "I am TIRED Roman! I don't appreciate you being picky after sitting at home all day" I say loudly. "I'm injured Y/N what the fuck!" Roman responds loudly. "You have a minor injury, you can get up and cook" I say even louder standing up and storming into our shared room.

Hours pass and Roman creeps his way into the room, thinking he can get some make up sex. "No, you don't get any of me until I say so" I say pushing his hand off of my thigh. "Are you serious?" Roman says. "As a fucking heart attack" I say turning the tv on. Roman pouts and throws his body onto the bed. I look over at him and laugh, oh he has no idea what he's on for. I can hold out, but Roman had a huge sexual appetite to say the very least. Two weeks fly by and Roman is touch starved. He's frustrated,I can tell by the tenseness in his entire body.

He's sitting at the kitchen table and I walk up behind him and begin rubbing his shoulders. "Why so tense" I say teasing him even more. "Maybe because you haven't let me touch you in weeks" Roman says turning his head. "Well, I think you've learned your lesson" I say seductively. Roman wastes no time getting up and pulling me into a deep kiss. He picks me up and carries me to our room, laying me on the bed. "I am going to tear you up" Roman says deeply. We both undress and he gets on the bed behind me, wasting no time entering me. I could tell he was excited just to be allowed inside me again.

"Ohhh..... shit" Roman moans deeply. I lift my leg up high to make sure his strokes went deep inside of me. Roman begins to stroke, and I knew being back inside of me was driving him mad. I can't lie I missed him too, but it was all worth it at this point. He begins holding my leg to give me support while stroking deep and hard. His groans and growls filled the room entirely, the sounds echoing off the walls. The room was hot with passion "Oh fuck! Babe!" I yell with passion. "You like that?" Roman whispers in my ear. I nod while biting my lip "Whose pussy is this?" Roman says seductively "YOURS!" I yell with passion. As I moan I reach my climax, and Roman continues to stroke allowing me to ride it out as he reaches his. He pushes himself into me deeply and reaches his climax. There's so much built up that it spills out once he removes himself. "Don't ever do that again" Roman says laying behind me

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe #wwe smut #roman reigns one shot

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moonlesslights · 3 years ago

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Going down (NSFW)

Ramsay Bolton

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the betrothed of Ramsay Bolton, however, attending to a celebration on the South, he gets a little too jealous of all the eyes on his lady. You take him to another room to avoid an scene a both decide to enjoy some time alone.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex.

(this is part of a serie of OS I want to start for Ramsay and “us”, it won’t be really a serie but fragments of their lives)

Enjoy!

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The first time I decided to go deep throat on him was before an event with some lords and ladies.

He was jealous. Some lord of the south had been insinuating to me, being a little too friendly and Ramsay felt like people still didn’t get the fact that we were together or, what was driving him crazy, the fact that people though that i didn’t want to be with him… or was it?

—Calm down, love.— I say, my hands on his chest moving up and down.

—He was talking about your ass with his friend, in front of me… do you think that’s okay to let go?

—They are southerners, Ramsay. You know their manner of be is by far a lot more relaxed than ours.

—They are disrespecting you. They are disrespecting the Lady of Dreadfort and our house with it.

He is still trying to look for one of the windows in the room we were in, the room I took him trying to avoid an scene. I place my hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at me. His eyes connect with mines, deep blue blending under the light of the candles, still confused when I smile.

—And what are you going to do, love?, are you going to flay them?— He can’t. I know it, that’s why I’m taking this so calm, if we were on the North, I would be fearing for their lives.

Ramsay frowns, biting his inner cheek and avoiding my look again. Now I know that this is not only jealousy, something else is upsetting him.

—What is going on with you, mhm?— I push my finger on his jaw, redirecting his face to me.

—Nothing.— He’s angry, I can tell by his voice and how he raises his eyebrows with annoyance.

—Tell me.— I insist. —We can’t go back out there with you looking like someone died… Or like you tried but didn’t succeed.

He ignores my words, only furrowing much more when he looks at me and finally continues:

—Yes, we are going back out there. With you in that pretty dress and hundreds of looks on your back.— His voice drops, and I can tell he’s about to spit what is burning in his throat. —But I’m not sure if you would like to go back to the North with me…

—Ramsay…— My heart gives a skip. What is he talking about?

—After all, we aren’t married yet, and you were only betrothed to me, so why wouldn’t you look for someone else out there?

The words hit in my brain and then I can get to feel how much this man loves me, even when he acts like this, like he would give anything make me leave him alone. My expression softens, putting my hand on his cheek again and felling, even as he resist a little, how his face seeks the touch of my fingertips.

—You’re not so clever as you think you are, my lord.— I murmur, smiling.

He turns to me and opens his eyes, confused.

—What do you mean?— Ramsay asks.

I don’t respond, instead, my head does a click with the idea to show him what I meant.

I fall to my knees, Ramsay leans immediately, trying to take my hand and whispering if I was okay, however, his attempts to put me back on my feet decline when I reach under his upper clothes. The second my fingers rub from his belly button to his pants, passing for the fine path of hair, he feels a chill run down his entire spine until it settles in his crotch. He clenches his jaw, slightly surprised of what I was doing.

Usually, he’s the one to star any kind of encounter that leads both of us to sexual pleasure. So, this, is a huge step for me and for this part of our relationship, because of what he said: we aren’t married, therefore, we haven’t had sex. However, since we started to sleep in the same bed at the Dreadfort, it was hard for Ramsay to keep his hands to himself. I said no the firsts times and he respected that, but as time passed and I got to see him in plenty of ways, I accepted that I was somewhat of touch starved… Even thought, not so much as him.

The first time I let go was at his office, late at night, when he kissed me with such hungry and desperation but yet so careful to not make me back away that I couldn’t take it anymore… And he realized that. He took me from my hips and place me on one of his legs, holding me tight. The rest was amazing: him, making me grind on his knee, moving me up and down for the fabric of his pants, asking me if it felt right that or this. Smiling until he had to put his hand covering my mouth to avoid my voice woke up half of the people there, no, then he wasn’t smiling anymore, he was laughing. One of the most precious laugh i’ve heard.

Since that moment, he haven’t stopped. Grabbing me by my hips again one morning, holding my back against his chest and with one hand around my stomach and the other going down on my pussy, he fingered me until I couldn’t stop shaking from pleasure with his digits hard and deep in me.

Other time was when, while I was grinding on his leg, I reach for the bulge among his legs. It took him by surprise, I guessed based on the way his head dropped back, murmuring a soft “fuck” under his breath. He wanted to be touched, I realized, he was dying for me to go for all on him but he never intended to push me, after all, I had just accepted for any of us to die of touch starvation.

That same time was the first time he made me scream his name high and clear. None of us could help it (I tried, I swear), but when he got too excited with my hand going up and down on his member, he turned us, positioning himself above me and beginning to simulate hard thrusts on me. He has always been a quiet lover, he groans and moans, but just never too loud. But me and the wooden bed?, well, we kinda woke up everyone in the castle that night.

So now, with me on my knees and pulling down of the fabric, he really doesn’t know if I’m going to do what he is thinking. His fantasies flying around his mind, he didn’t thought that, during this travel, it was going to happen.

—Did the cat ate your tongue?— I ask, smiling. He’s always nonchalant about how nervous I am during our time of pleasure, but know is him who doesn’t talk at all.

—We need to be quiet.— He murmurs, seeing even a little bit anxious. I chuckle.

—No. You need to be quiet.— Ramsay clenches his jaw again, watching out the window with a frustrated look.

I take his cock on my hand and hear him take a deep breath. I lick my lips at the same time I start to do some movements with my wrist. Then I look at him, asking if I should do the next step.

Ramsay loses his breath at the incredibly erotic sight. Passes saliva and nods, slow. Then, his head drops back when my tongue starts to move at the tip, circling it with my lips.

I give several movements with my head, turning to see him with each of them, trying to guess if I was doing it right. Ramsay continues to answer me with nods of his head, and as his breathing becomes more and more pasty, I feel him grow in my mouth.

—Go on, darling.— He whispers, letting out a heavy sight.

I focus on extending my tongue its full length before beginning to delve into my throat: I go down a little and go up again feeling my eyes watery, but then, I try again, playing with my hand with what I cannot take. I continue like this for some more minutes, greedy growing in my chest with the sounds and gasps that my betrothed lets go from his lips.

—You almost get it, dear.— I close my eyes when I feel his hand getting tangled in my hair.

Ramsay takes control, pushing my head against him and loosening only when I ask to go back. His brow furrows and insists again, my lips close around his member and then I proceed to open my jaw to the maximum that it gives me, closing my eyes, already too foggy anyway, until my nose touches something: his skin. My lips meet just at the base of his dick. Ramsay presses one hand at the base of my neck while the knuckles of the other on the table behind him turn almost completely white.

I push back and, with difficulty, he lets go, but just enough. As soon as I have only the tip in my mouth again, he pushes back inside, giving quick and calculated thrusts. His hand on the table tightens even more and the blood seems to drain from the layers of his skin.

—Look at me.— Ramsay demands. He’s about to come, I know: he always wants me to look at him before he does.

He takes one last thrust, drawing me back to the bottom and base of his member. He pushes, pushes and pushes until he makes sure that I have everything.

His hand drops my hair and, by the moment I try to clean that what felt out of my mouth, he takes my arm and makes me stand on my feet again. Two of his fingers trace my lips and his own cum before pushing them into my mouth.

—It’s all yours, darling.— He smiles, rotten. —Take it.

I swallow and clean my chin with the sleeve of my dress, smiling too. My cheeks red and heart pumping on my chest.

—Was it okay?— I ask. The doubt was still consuming me: Ramsay have had plenty of lovers, a lot that had done that to him…

—It was better that okay, darling.— He laughs, putting all his clothes back on and then turning me to give him my back. —You made me touch the bloody heaven.

I laugh, felling like I always did every time I was with him, doing wrong things and sharing private moments: alive. He makes me feel alive.

I noticed his fingers running through my hair and it don’t take long until I realize that he’s making my braiding again. I smile, confident. He had practice sometimes before, when we were late because he just didn’t want to get off of bed, or when I fell asleep during long travels and by the time we arrived my hair was a total mess. So he started learning to do it.

—Done!— He cheers, proud of himself after thirty minutes. I turn around and before I can say anything, he presses his lips on my forehead. I close my eyes for a few seconds and by the moment I open them again, he’s looking at me. This time, his smile it’s just the same I see when I kiss him goodnight, or when he says “love you” after coming back from some trip with his father. The same smile he has every time I wake him up with a lot of kisses. —I want to marry you.

—We are going to get married.

—I want to marry you now. Let’s just do it right when we get to Dreadfort again.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his own around my waist, pressing his forehead with mine.

—Why?, you can’t wait to have sex with me?— I ask, smiling.

—Yes. And I might be tempted by the vows of spending the rest of our life together.— I laugh as he giggles, giving him a quick kiss.

…

By the time we got out of there most of the guesses were already on their table, eating. And when we sneak into the celebration, Roose was already raising an eyebrow at us.

Ramsay and I looked at each other. Roose didn’t know what we did, but he exactly did not not know what we did.

For the rest of the dinner, I had to enjoy my plate under the reprimands of my future father and the disobedient laughs of my betrothed. Yet, the scenario couldn’t feel more like home.

A/N: Sorry if there’s any gramatical issue, english it’s not my first language and I still get a little confuse on log narrations. Hope you liked!

#ramsay bolton x reader #ramsay bolton #ramsay snow #game of thrones #game of thrones preferences #ramsay bolton imagine #anon #ramsay #game of thrones imagines

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bakugoukatsukiswife · 5 years ago

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Girl’s Best Friend

A/N: Y’all I really love @carlychrisfarley to write this cause this was something, something indeed. But basically she wanted Bakugou in a scenario where he gets turned into a dog and then when he finally gets turned back, some smutty things happen involving a very well-known sexual position. Who am I to deny her that though? Big shoutout to @lordexplosionsextra for making sure this was amazing.

Warnings: Smut, 18+.

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Your boyfriend, Bakugou was a very stubborn man. He didn’t back away from a challenge-no matter what it was. That included diving headfirst into missions even without back-up, he could be reckless and you knew this. Although that still didn’t stop your shock when Kirishima came by your house with a Shiba Inu on his hands-and no Bakugou.

“Uh.. so not to alarm you, but this is Bakugou.” Kirishima said as he motioned to the blonde dog that seemed to have the same snarl that was always on Bakugou’s face. You blinked a few times to register what he had said before laughing, clearly not falling for the joke that Bakugou and Kirishima were pulling on you.

“There’s no way you guys are fooling me, I know Katsuki is just hiding somewhere,” you said as you started to come outside, eyes scanning the area for the unruly head of blonde hair you had run your fingers through countless times. When you didn’t see him, you looked back at Kirishima and realized that he was being completely serious. You looked down at the Shiba again and the dog came towards you, his snarl disappearing as he licked at your hand as if to say, “yes, it really is me, dumbass. No prank here,”.

“What the hell happened?” You asked Kirishima as you let them both inside, plopping down on the couch as Kirishima sat across from you and Katsuki jumped up on the couch, resting himself against you, his head on your lap.

“Bakugou rushed in-as always,” Kirishima started and Bakugou let out a huff in frustration before Kirishima continued. “Bakugou rushed ahead and the villain used their quirk on him, they can make the person turn into whatever animal they want. It could last a few days, weeks to months.” Kirishima explained and your heart sank at the fact that your boyfriend could be a dog for months on end. Katsuki could sense your mood and let out a low whine, licking at your hand to give you a sense of comfort and a form of apology. Luckily, Kirishima was nice enough to stop and get a few things like a leash, bowls and toys for Bakugou’s state so you could likely process what had happened.

In your daze, you hadn’t realized that Kirishima had left until Bakugou nudged at your hand with his head and you blinked before looking down at Katsuki, his eyes focused on you. You pet the top of his head, his ears twitching slightly at the new sensation and you smiled when he huffed in approval.

“Want to watch some TV?” You asked him, giggling when he let out a short bark as if to say yes before you turned on a show that you two had been binging the past few nights. Bakugou curled closer into you, his fur brushing against you. This was going to be interesting.

A few days had passed and Bakugou was still the cutest Shiba ever-although you really wanted your boyfriend back. Although he was a cute dog, he was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to you at all. Especially when you tried to give him baths after he would go outside and roll around in the dirt. He was still very protective of you so that was pretty cute, sometimes anyway. You had a feeling that you would definitely try to convince Katsuki into getting a dog after this though. You enjoyed having a furry little friend around.

“Katsuki, are you ready to go on your walk?” You asked from the door, slipping your shoes on and grabbing his leash. You heard a bark and heard the patter of paws before Bakugou appeared in front of you, allowing you to leash him after struggling for a good few minutes. Little shit. You took Bakugou outside, allowing him to lead as he started to sniff at the flowerbeds in the neighborhood. You heard a call of your name and looked up to see Denki and Kirishima headed your way with a wave, to which you returned. Bakugou returned to you, acting as a sort of barrier between you and the boys.

“Oh man, that quirk still hasn’t worn off?” Kirishima asked you, his red eyes filled with sympathy.

“Nope, but he at least cuddles me without complaining now.” You joked, causing Bakugou to huff as he showed his annoyance. Kirishima and Denki continued to talk to you, but you could feel Bakugou tugging at the leash to signal that he was ready to head back to the house and you could swear you heard him let out a growl when Kirishima gave your head a pat, the leash being pulled tighter. After finally saying bye to the boys, Bakugou pulled you back to the house and you frowned when you sat down on the couch, expecting Bakugou to jump in your lap but he stalked off to the bedroom. Shrugging, you made your way to the bathroom as you passed a sulking Bakugou on the bed and started to strip, turning on the shower before you heard the patter of paws and Bakugou patiently sitting on the floor.

“I’m guessing you’re going to stay in here?” You questioned as you threw your shorts aside, watching as Bakugou barked as if saying “duh!”. You smiled before stepping in the shower, turning on the music from your phone from the shower speaker. You hummed to yourself before lathering some of your favorite body wash in your hands, jumping when you heard a familiar voice in your ear.

“Need some help, princess?” Bakugou questioned, giving you his signature smirk when you turned to face him. You touched his face, pushing at his cheeks slightly to make sure that it was actually Bakugou and not your touch starved imagination playing tricks on you.

“It’s me, dumbass. The quirk wore off,” Bakugou said, his voice slightly muffled from your hands. As if you didn’t believe him, you trailed your hands down to his perfect figure, fingers trailing over his abs and Bakugou chuckled. “I’m guessing you missed me a lot, huh?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were cute as a dog. But, I really missed you,” you admitted as Bakugou pulled you close, your confession causing him to smile.

“I missed you too, especially being able to touch you….” Bakugou said as his knuckles brushed against your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip as his red eyes seemed to glow with intensity. “So…, can I touch you?” He asks, his voice low as his eyes flicked down your body. As soon as you nodded, Bakugou’s lips were on yours and he had you pressed up against the shower wall. His lips were hot against yours, one of his hands traveling to your hair and you moaned when his fingers tangled in your locks. His tongue met your bottom lip and slowly slid inside your mouth, his other hand going to play with the sensitive bud that had been begging for attention since you heard his voice.

“K-Katsuki,” you moaned against his lips as his fingers trailed down to your already slick folds to brush against them.

“Hmm, are you that eager? You’re so cute, wanting me so badly.” He mumbled against your lips as his fingers easily slid into you, a quiet chuckle escaping his mouth at the way you squirmed. His index and pointer finger started to thrust in and out slowly, his face buried in your neck while your hand went to his hair, your skin already on fire. It wasn’t from the shower, but from Katsuki’s hold on you. He was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of.

A moan escaped your mouth when Bakugou curled his fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars in seconds. You could hear his voice in your ear asking if you were about to cum, and when you nodded he abruptly removed his fingers. You met his teasing red eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, a gasp escaping your throat as he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his lips latched to your neck.

“Now, now, baby girl… I didn’t tell you that you could cum. I prefer to have you cum around my cock, anyway.” Bakugou whispered in your ear, his teeth tugging at the skin before he lined himself up with your entrance, his cockhead teasing against your folds.

“Katsuki… p-please,” you beg, desperately trying to move against your boyfriend so you could get a small amount of friction.

“You’re so fucking cute when you beg,” Bakugou said with a chuckle, a low groan escaping his mouth as he slowly pushed into you. He paused for a minute to let you adjust since it had been a bit before he started moving, a growl escaping his mouth as he bit down on your neck, his tongue soothing at the inflamed skin as his thrusts picked up the pace.

“Fuck…” you moaned out at the way that Katsuki’s cock brushed along your walls, the angle he had you in making him hit your g-spot. Your hands found purchase in his hair, your fingers combing through the wet locks as the water hit the both of you. Bakugou continued to lick and suck at your neck, leaving dark marks as he never stopped his pace. You whined when you realized that he had stopped again, his hands cupping under your ass to keep you steady as he turned the shower off before taking you to the bedroom.

“Katsuki?” You asked, taking your face from his neck to look up at him, a yelp leaving your lips as he tossed you gently on the bed.

“Turn around,” Bakugou said, and you knew it was a command, not a question. You did as you were told, getting on your hands and knees, a shiver running through you when Bakugou’s hands spread your ass, allowing him full view of your dripping cunt.

“You’re so fucking soaked for me, I fucking love it,” Bakugou said before lining himself up again, a growl escaping his throat at how tight you were as he sheathed himself inside you.“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” You felt as Bakugou’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking you back so you were close to him as he thrust inside you, his other hand wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and you and Bakugou’s moans filled the air as he kept a constant pace inside of you, his balls slapping against you as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back.

“Katsuki… your cock feels so good,” you whine, pleasure coursing through you when Bakugou’s hand in your hair tightens.

“That’s right, you fucking love my cock, don’t you? You love my cock stretching you out as much as it can, hah?” Bakugou says with a groan as his thrusts become harder, faster. You’re only able to nod in agreement as your orgasm starts to wash over you in waves, your cunt clenching Bakugou’s dick as your juices drip onto the bed. “Fuck, (Y/N), I’m-.” Bakugou cuts off with a groan as he spills his seed into you, his head pressed into your back as he bites down at the skin; overwhelmed with the orgasm flooding his system. He pulled out of you and pulled you close to him before falling back onto the bed, pulling the covers up around you both.

“Oh so even though you’re back to normal, you still want to cuddle?” You tease, hearing Bakugou scoff.

“Shut up. I always want to cuddle you.”

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gojosslxt · 4 years ago

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✧ 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ✧

this is a random one shot I came up with which contains slightly smut <3 so, enjoy !!! nsfw warning !!!

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cocaine sunday | eyedress

mind games | sickick

“...so that’s it, I thought while spying out the little window...” your eyes were glancing through the last page of the current book you were reading. Already the last page? Stunned you look up, so you could have a proper look at your little alarm clock. You shrug at the sight, realizing it was already past 1 am, the time he would be waiting for you, the time he would always lean against the little wall which was right under your window where he would always pull out one of his little coins and throw-flip them until you jumped out of your room. You never really knew why he did this or more likely where he got that from...still, he always somehow managed to look so good while doing it, doing anything to be honest. You lean a bit back against your pillow again, loosing yourself to unholy thoughts, the fifth time that day. Just as you were about to close your eyes with a little smile plastered on your face, you hear someone whispering. “Y/n?” You quickly flinch at the sound and lift yourself up, your book still placed half opened on its inside on your lap. Staring at the guy peeking through your window which was now opened up a bit, you sigh in relief, smiling again while limply raising yourself on your feet, slowly strolling towards him. He quickly lifts up the whole window pane and gets into your medium sized room with one jump. While still fixing his posture, you reach out for his neck and put your arms around his shoulders, his hands automatically pulling you closer on your waist. “sorry, I was waiting” Megumi said a bit ashamed knowing, you don’t like him getting into your room without any warning because of the concern that your parents might know. “‘s okay” you reply smiling at him tiredly. “Are you sure?” he says still a bit concerned but now with a little smile on his lips, scanning your face for any sign of worry, when all he could detect was a hint of fatigue and excitement for the little kiss you were waiting for that he gave you every time he showed up. His smile widens as he tilts up your chin with his one hand, kissing you softly while feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his’. “Well I’m sorry” you whisper after parting yourself from his lips, your forehead still resting against his’. “Let me guess, you were reading?” he slowly says looking you deeply into the eyes, his warm breath fanning against your lips. You roll your eyes a bit away still grinning in shame, thinking about an other excuse you could possibly profess him now. “Weeeell...“ you say still thinking, not looking him into the eyes. “Weeell?” he replies after you, his grin getting even wider. “....I just...finished the book” you finally say raising your gaze back onto his grey-blueish eyes again, smiling even more after witnessing his wide grin. “I’d love to know what book could’ve kept yourself so busy that you somehow completely forgot about me” he slowly whispers against your lips, causing your body to shiver, knowing that this was literally the only thing you craved for the whole day, somehow still loosing yourself to that new book you had bought a few days ago. You feel his middle finger slowly brushing down your spine, your breath automatically getting a bit faster as you slightly close your eyes, leaning in to finally feel his lips against yours again, ironically not feeling anything. You gasp at the sensation and slowly open your eyes again, immediately seeing that look in his eyes again. You knew that look. The look of uncertainty and omniscience at the same time, knowing that he always wanted to make sure that this is what you really wanted. “What about the full moon you wanted to see. I thought it was a special one?” he whispered against your lips again, causing you to bite your lower lip in thoughtfulness, still staring into his eyes. You knew he was right. After all, you were the one worshiping that one night you read about so much, you could write an essay about it. You loved the night. Not only the silence and the way everything and everyone was so calm that it automatically also calmed you down, it’s

mainly because of the night sky itself that you were obsessing over so much which was so breathtaking to you in any way. Good thing you weren’t the only one, your boyfriend standing right in front of you sharing that feel. Still you were more the one literally obsessing over it and so it was the best time for you two to always meet up at that time of the day. To meet Megumi. “Maybe you’re right...” you sigh causing him to frown. But just as he was about to question your decision you lean in and kiss him one last time passionately again before you would let him go. You could feel him being a bit confused at first but quickly smiling into the kiss again. “But now I really have to get ready so that we can still see anything this night” you whisper afterwards, looking at him with a big smile of excitement, turning around so you could head towards your closet. As you were quickly picking out the clothes you would wear for today’s walk, you could see him letting himself down your bed at the corner of your eye. Just as you were wearing nothing besides your underwear you saw him taking the book into his hands, still laying on your bed, closed this time. “Oh I read that one” he said eyeing the book on its detail after flipping through some pages. “Do you think her brother’s death was justified enough?” you ask, standing now in front of him. He lifts his head up again, his eyes getting stuck at the sight of your nearly naked body in front of him. “Y/n? What’re you doing?” He eyed you up and down properly after letting out a chuckle, leaning back on his palms while shaking his head slightly, a grin still plastered on his face. “What? Getting hard already?” you chuckle turning around again, heading back to your closet as you could feel his eyes stuck on your lower body. “Are you kidding? How am I supposed to not to?” “Sorry, I forgot that I’m your first one” “Oh wow y/n, I somehow also manage to forget that you can be pretty bald sometimes” “Don’t get me wrong, I love the way you always appreciate me and my whole self. I just kinda find it funny and cute wrapping you around my finger” you say while lowering yourself a bit so you could get into your pants. You hear his steps as he was getting towards you. But then you suddenly freeze at the sensation of his tall, clothed body pressing against your half clothed one. He slowly lowers himself whispering into your ear. “So are you really trying to tell me that I’m the easier one to seduce?” You shiver at the feel of his hot breath fanning against your shoulder tilting your head a bit to the side when he got even closer to your neck. “So tell me now, y/n, should I really show you or do you really wanna watch the moon instead?” he breathes against your neck, moving your hair slowly to the side, his lips nearly touching your neck now. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out that little moan you were hiding. Just as you wanted to say anything to stop the whole situation because you knew that it’d be too late if you gave in too early, you felt his cold fingertips slowly tracing up the sides of your almost exposed upper body letting you crave for even more. You knew that he was only teasing you so that he could show you that you were at least the same, if not even more, touch starved than him. His right hand placed on your right shoulder now, he started slowly pushing his finger under the thin lace of your left bra strap, playing a while with it, waiting for any sign to come from you, when all you did was breathing faster under his touch and wanting more. You felt Megumi slowly striking it down your shoulder, lowering himself a bit down again. “It’s up to you sweetheart” he breathes one last time against your neck again before his lips finally got in touch with your soft skin. You quickly push your hand against your mouth, in fear your family would hear anything, some whimpers still somehow escaping your mouth. He started tracing kisses down your neck, nipping on your skin and leaving some marks, moving more and more downwards your completely

exposed shoulder.

“Told you.” he said lifting himself up again. It took you a while to realize but when you finally did, you lowered your hand again, letting out a gasp, turning your face a bit to the side so that you could face him a bit. “You’re not talking, was it so good? Neck kisses y/n? I’d wonder to see your reaction to way more intensely things if I haven’t already’’ he said while letting out a chuckle, putting his hands into his pockets. You gulp, feeling sexually frustrated by what he just did to you when you decide to turn around, facing him completely now while staring him deeply into the eyes, your hair still behind your shoulders and your one shoulder still completely exposed. “You know Megumi, I really love you for who you are, including your always well thought out actions. But never in my life would I have expected you to do this to me” you say with a begging look in your eyes, biting your lower lip, still only having your bra on while unconsciously hoping that he would maybe give in and continue with what he just started. “I know where this is going sweetie, now cmon the moon’s not waiting for you. While I am’’ he says with a sweet smile on his lips, winking at you and heading back to your window. You sigh, still confused by the whole situation, quickly putting your hoodie on and running after him. “Megumi, wait!” ...

#megumi x y/n #megumi headcanons #jujutsu megumi #megumi fluff #megumi smut #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #oneshot #jjk smut

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konlyfans · 4 years ago

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Fever

pairing: Kun x Female Reader

genre: Fluff & smut

summary: You need some reassurance from your boyfriend and you get it... and more

“You wanna tell me what’s gotten into you?” You don’t bother looking up from where you’ve just tossed yourself onto your bed, feeling embarrassment run hot over your whole body. Even without looking up you could clearly see Kun in your mind, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and a soft smile on his lips. You grumble in response to him as you kick your feet in a little tantrum. That’s all the answer you’ll give him right now. “I know you’re my baby, but I need you to use your words,” he teases.

“Don’t,” you whine into the pillows. “I just... I don’t get it.” Despite your entire face being hidden, you know he hears you and shuffles closer to the bed one slow step at a time.

“What don’t you get?”

“Why you won’t have sex with me,” you explode, voice breaking in frustration as you sit up to face him. “I’ve been hinting for weeks and you brush me off every time! This lingerie is brand new,” you motion to the pretty set under your robe and immediately feel the embarrassment of your failed strip tease again. Kun took one look and immediately covered you up again when you’d showed him, setting off the situation you’re in now. “You always tell me I’m beautiful or sexy or that you’re so lucky to be with me but then...”

Your voice trails off as you can feel tears brimming in your eyes, and Kun just looks at you like it breaks his heart. You can’t quite tell what he’s thinking, but he looks sorry, and you fear the worst. He finally breaks his silence as you wipe angerly at the first tear that spills.

“Hey,” he coos, coming close enough to the bed that he can cup your face in his hands and make you look at him. Your face is turned upward but your eyes are on anything but him. “First of all, I never in a million years wanted to make you doubt how I feel about you. I mean everything I say to you.”

“Then why-”

“Ah ah, hush,” he chastises and you finally meet his gaze and see a hint of amusement. “Did you ever think I was waiting because I wanted to make it special?”

“I... We’ve been together for so long though...”

“Not 100 days. That’s in one week, and maybe your super mean boyfriend had a cute little getaway planned. Did you think about that? Maybe I was waiting to whisk you away for a four day weekend where I planned to spend every moment of it showing you just how crazy I am about you.”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Kun chuckles, stoking his thumb over your cheek sweetly as he shakes his head at you. He isn’t mad, and for that you’re grateful, but you feel guilt replace all other feelings. You really should have guessed it, he’s all about grand gestures and making sure you feel like a queen. His queen.

“You’re so feisty and I love that about you, but shit... You’ve made this so difficult.” You crack a soft smile as he chuckles more, and you’re happy he’s not upset. “Do you know how hard it’s been to say no without ruining the surprise? Well, until now.”

“Kun, I’m sorry,” you sigh. “I really thought it was me.” You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around his middle, taking in the warm scent of his clean shirt against your cheek when he hugs you back. He rocks you softly and presses a kiss to your temple.

“I’m happy to ruin a surprise if it means reassuring you that I want you. All day, everyday... Especially right now.” He pulls away so he can look at you again, and he’s biting his lip. Your robe has shifted open slightly, revealing your chest to his gaze. Now you see it, the hunger you were hoping to unlock for so long. “You’re such a tease, baby. Last week, when you asked me to help you chop that stupid carrot while we were cooking.” You both laugh for a moment, and you know what he’s about to say. “You know damn well how to chop a carrot! You just wanted an excuse to press that ass against me. Do you know how hard I was?”

“Yeah, I thought for sure I was going to break you then. You tried to hide it like you were reaching for the towel but I felt you grind against me,” you recall. “I was absolutely soaked.”

“So what do you think you’ve done now, hm?” He takes you by the chin and makes you look up at him, and that hunger is back in his eyes. You barely register his other hand pushing your robe open more until he drinks in all the skin you have on display. “All wrapped up like a sexy little gift for me...”

You let him ease you back onto the mattress while he crawls over you, settling above you. He peppers kisses from your jaw down to the soft mound of your breast, and this time when he grinds against you, there’s no mistaking it for an accident. You whimper and slip your hands under his shirt, feeling the toned muscle under your fingertips.

“We... Can wait... If you want...” He kisses the half-assed offer right from your lips, telling you it’s too late now, and you’ve never been happier to get your way. In one smooth motion he tugs his shirt off, then he’s on you again, rolling his hips against you like he’s starved for the feeling. Even through his jeans you can feel he’s rock hard underneath and it drives you crazy. You’re so wound up with sexual frustration you’re sure you can get off on this alone.

“Actually...” He sits up to look down at you, at the way you’ve turned to putty under his kiss. There’s an evil glint in his eyes, and he smirks. “I think I have a better idea.”

“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to enjoy this idea?”

“Don’t worry,” he assures you. Distraction clouds your mind as he gives you the touch you crave, pulling your panties to the side and dipping his fingers into your nectar. “I’ll give you a little relief to hold you over, but we’re not having sex.” A strange sound creeps out of you, a cross between disappointment at his words and pleasure from his fingers.

You consider protesting and telling him that only benefits you, but the gentle drag of fabric down your thighs has you tongue tied. You watch, eyes locked in anticipation as he settles between your thighs. Even with the change in plans, you still feel like a goddess with Kun in this moment. He worships you with his lips and tongue, taking you apart one skilled lick at a time, and your body responds accordingly. Fire ignites in the pit of your belly and sets you alight as you cry his name. He takes his sweet time, savoring the flavor of your love and paying close attention to what you like. If you get a little louder, he makes note of what works you up, and relentlessly does it again and again. You wonder if he’s finding a little relief of his own, maybe grinding his erection against the sheets.

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t want this,” he tuts, breaking away and letting his fingers pick up where he left off. Two digits curl perfectly against your spot, and you moan for your man. “Look at you, already about to cum for me.” As if you needed any more help he uses his free hand to show your clit attention, and you damn near see stars. If this is just to tie you over, your weekend getaway will surely leave you exhausted for a month.

“Kun... Fuck...” There’s almost no warning of your orgasm taking over. All at once you’re breathless and trembling, dripping down his hand and wrist. Immediately you want to return the favor, but your limbs are still tingling from your high.

“Now,” he starts as you catch your breath, “do you think you can wait a week for the rest? Will you stop being such a brat?”

#kun #qian kun #wayv #kpop smut

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yunhofingers-writes · 4 years ago

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Hard working~ Yeosang

Note♥︎- This is my first story on this page ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Genre♡︎- Smut

Warnings/tags♥︎- public sex, dom! yeo, finger sucking, scratching, fingering, oral sex (fem), they got caught

word count♡︎- 1552

❥~ Working with Yeosang is a pain in the ass, not because he’s mean or anything of the sort, but because he’s a tease. That man teases you any chance he gets and it to say it affects you everytime will be an understatement. You told him it would be a horrible idea to be dating along with working in the same job but what does he say? “Baaaabe I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself and behave.” He lied by the way.

When he sits by you, his hand always finds its way on your thigh, squeezing it, rubbing it, or lightly scratching it.

You both are lucky that the boss loves you both or you both would have been fired. He caught you both in the naughty act twice now and his response every time would be “be lucky it was me,” leaving you both flustered.

Today, you had to go to work early, cutting Yeosang and your play time a bit early. “we will wait until we come back home.” You said with a huff making the breathless boy beneath you groan. “Why do you pick up so early?” he shook his head and sat on the side of the bed “i guess i’ll just go in with you since you are my ride”

You nod, a little sexually frustrated yourself and go to take a shower with Yeosang hot on your trail.

At work, you were sitting at your desk with loads of paper to write, letting your mind drift at Yeosang’s black hair with his suite. He looks so unnecessarily good. The thought of him being between your legs riles you up. You shake your head, trying to get your mind from such thoughts and continue to work.

A while later, Yeosang walks in with more papers for you to work on with an apologetic smile. You sigh and throw your head back.

He went to go sit down on the couch in your office. He feels bad that you always get the most work. Deep in thought, he decides to come up with a plan.

Good thing you came in work early today (like you do everyday) or you would’ve had to sit there for almost the whole day doing nothing but papers.

You jump when you feel someone’s hand on your shoulder and look up to see Yeosang looking at you with some sort of indescribable face. “You work so hard, baby.” His voice was slightly deeper than usual, hand sliding down your chest. You felt your breathing getting a little difficult. “Always taking care of me, the house, and this job.” His hand makes a stop at your breast. You look down at his hand and back up at him, eyes a little wide and thighs squeezed together.

He steps behind you, hand still on your breast. Yeosang’s other hand crawls down to your v-line. “always doing your best for me.” He bent down to whisper.

You felt like the world was spinning around you, not knowing what to say but it was like Yeosang wasn’t looking for words. “Is this okay, baby?” He stopped moving which made a small sound of disapproval leave your mouth. “You know I won’t do anything until you answer me.” His voice was stern.

You nod. Yeosang didn’t like this, he squeeze your boob a little hard making you jump with a small “ah”

“I want you to touch me, Yeosang.” Your voice small.

He nods and turns your chair around so that way you’re facing him. You spread your legs, letting your hands roam your body. Yeosang walks between your legs and bend down to kiss you, teeth clashing and hard kissing. You almost didn’t want to stop, but you had to breathe. “tell me what you want, baby.” His hair was sticking to his forehead, lips red and puffy from the heated kiss. You let your eyes go down and you see how hard he was through his suit. You had to close your eyes and breathe a couple of times before you responded.

You open yourself eyes and smirk “You know what I really want from you?”

He lifted his perfectly shaped eyebrow

“I want you between my legs, tongue on my clit, fingers in my mouth.” Your voice left no discussion, he didn’t try to make one either.

He smirk at you and slowly got down on his knees “Your wish is my command, baby”

Yeosang’s long, slender fingers pulled your panties off. “Your glistening, baby, was this all for me? Because I told you, you were hard working? Or because of this morning?” His voice was smoky and you shook your head, he cocked his head in wonder, panties completely off as he kissed up your thigh while he waited on your answer.

“Was thinking of you earlier. Was thinking of how fuckable your face looks, how good your hair looks with black and how bad I want to tug on it.” A strangle voice leaves your mouth once you feel a finger circling your clenching hole.

“you’re this wet because my hair was black?” He teased, tongue coming out to lick his lips. You nod, feeling your hips buck up. “please hurry.”

He would’ve teased you more, but no telling when someone will buss through that door.

He attached his desirous lips on your lips, lifting your thighs on his shoulders. The pleasure bolting through your body “fucking fuck, yeosang.” You yelled, making Yeosang jump at the stentorian voice.

To shut you up, he adds a finger in your parted lips. You invited Yeosang’s fingers inside your mouth, letting your tongue lick around his index finger with a slight hum.

He nipped at your clit, adding another finger inside of you, all while keeping eye contact with you.

He groans when your hand grabs at his hair, taking his finger out your mouth, wiping it on his suit.

With a growl, he pulls you forward, your back on the chair now, knocking the breath from you. “Yeosang!” You silently scream, but he continues to eat you out like a starved man.

Moans continue to come out of your mouth even when Yeosang adds two fingers in. Yeosang parts away from you to use his two fingers that were inside of you to part your pussy lips and spit on your pussy and dive right back in. You jump once again, not prepared for that, but felt him suck on your clit as the spit dribbled down into your hole.

He sucks the spit from your hole, plunging his tongue inside. To say your legs were shaking on him would be nothing but the truth.

He added his finger inside of you along the side of his tongue that continues to pummel inside of you, his eyes searching for your face. You grab on to his black hair like your life depended on it, “i-i’m so close- i am”

He looked up expecting to see your teary eyes, but what he wasn’t expecting to see was his boss standing at the door (very open door if I must) with an open mouth.

His eyes went wide, but at the same time, your whole body lifted up, thighs shaking and wrapped tightly around your head. You let out a scream of his name and let your body drop again.

Your breathing was horrible, but you have never felt so alive. “thank you, Yeosang” He rub your thighs and sat you up on the chair, ignoring his boss who was still standing at the door. “You did so amazing. Always so good for me..You looked so pretty, giving yourself away like that.”

He bent down to put your panties back on and stood straight, staring at his boss. “I’m sorry you had to see that, sir.”

You were too fucked out to even notice the damn boss standing in your face, your legs were wide open, panties were half way on, and not to mention but your shirt was halfway on.

“What I tell you about calling me ‘boss’? call me San and don’t apologize for that… that shit was hot as fuck. I can’t even make my boyfriend do that. But be lucky that it was only me to see this.” He winked

Yeosang was about to ask to go home, but San stopped him “don’t worry, you both can have the rest of the day off.” He walked off and Yeosang eyes were wide, trying to process what happened. “Let’s get you home, baby” He picked you up and took the back way out so no one would see your state.

Once home, he ran a bath for you as well as stripped you out of your clothes and put you in the tub.

He cleaned your body up as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“M’ sleepy” you rub your eyes.

“i know, baby. Let’s get you in the bed and we can cuddle until you’re better.” His soft eyes stare into yours.

He picked you up once more to dry you off, carried you to the bed so you can cuddle with him.

You were laying on his chest, leg across his, while his hands play with your hair.

“I love you.” you whispered

“I love you too, baby”

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honeyandbloodpoetry · 3 years ago

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Abuse and Gender Expression - Gender Thoughts Part Three

Huuuuuge trigger warnings for peer abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, religious abuse, a murder attempt and mentions of self harm, suicidal ideation and an eating disorder. 18+ talk of sexual activity also included. Discretion advised!

I feel like the first time I realized I needed to perform high femininity to be accepted was in sixth grade. I was slotted into a rotating elective class, and the first one was a careers class. That careers class was utter hell for me. Every single day, I was tormented by an entire classroom of about twenty of my peers. I was bullied, no, abused for being fat and ugly and weird. I was called a whore, and told the only way I could ever be loved was someone raping me. Things were thrown at me, I was shoved down and tripped. I was bullied for my special interest in Transformers. I was told I was so fat and ugly I should be killed and be made into meat and cheese and fed to starving people because that was my only worth. Every single day I was told I should kill myself in varying ways. And all of that is just a quick summary. It was intense and brutal abuse for an entire semester, and I distinctly remember a day where there was a literal pool of tears on my desk. I couldn’t understand. I reached out to the teacher for help, and genuinely can’t remember exactly what he said. All I know is that he simply watched, and sometimes even joined in with “jokes” of his own. This was also the year abuse from my mother amped up, and home was a warzone--we were constantly arguing, and she became a professional at gaslighting and poking and prodding me until I exploded so I could be blamed for fighting back. My father would vacantly stand by and remind me not to fight back. This was also the year I began to self harm as a way of release.

I remember thinking that if I looked more like the girls in my class, I wouldn’t be bullied so much. I was told I was ugly and unlovable, so I thought that if I performed more femininely, maybe I could be like those who tormented me and therefore not be a target. I thought there was something inherently wrong with the way I presented myself. I convinced my mother to take me to the store, and I bought wedge heels and gaudy jewelry I did not like to wear with my uniform--replacing my autobot necklace and sweatband. In another class I was teased for not shaving and for having ugly feet, so I learned to paint my nails, file my heels, and shave every bit of hair on my body--the echo of my father saying that since I grew pubic hair, I was now a woman and held accountable for all of my sins an echo on the cusp of my mind. I did everything in my power to be more pretty and girly. I used to be loud and rambunctious, and began to go silent and demure.

I remember walking up to the class in the new get-up that was certainly not me. I felt that I would be accepted but as I walked up...I fell flat on my ass. I couldn’t walk in the heels. They all pointed and laughed at me, and the abuse continued in even higher intensity. It was until the next semester that I fought back by throwing a desk at two of my abusers who followed me to the next rotating elective, screaming and snarling at them to leave me alone. Those two in particular stopped, but abuse from others continued for many years in many instances. I developed an eating disorder, continued self harming, and began to try and form femininity and “attractiveness” to the best of my ability. I added things like bows and kitty ears and flower crowns to my wardrobe--sure they were cute, and I did like them in a way, but it felt like putting on a costume or some sort of womanly obligation. It didn’t feel like me. Years later, I was told by someone I trusted that I was “too fat to wear pants”, which I internalized and began to only wear dresses--same thing with feeling like I was wearing a costume. I tried to be beautiful. I wanted to be butch, be myself, but I felt that if I was a cute and girly girl, demure and sweet, I wouldn’t be a target. I would be loved.

And so I locked myself away.

My relationship with my mother was a rocky one. She is definitely a sick and broken person, but I doubt she will ever get help. She swings between extremes, and I was always her doll and punching bag. She had a habit of pushing and pushing, finding all the littles holes in me that triggered autistic meltdowns and despair. She criticized everything about me, from my weight and height to my blaming me for how tangled my hair was. She entered me in sports and spelling bees with gentle but insisting prodding about how good I would be when I would rather be reading or playing, and when I got frustrated she would say it was my choice...when in reality I just wanted her approval. When I got older, and especially after my father killed himself, I began to fight back and question her authority though--sometimes violently. She didn’t like that, and was violent right back, and oftentimes first. I struggled my whole life with blaming myself for my outbursts and reactions, but through therapy I have learned I was a child being gaslit and abused, shown that violence was the only answer… And through therapy, I have learned to do better and grow. The worst instance of abuse was me having an autistic meltdown where I said that we should both just die and her response was to pull out a gun and point it at me--I collapsed down into our trash covered room (I was forced to share a bed with her) and pleaded with her to stop. She threatened to kill me and help me out since I was so suicidal, then turned the gun on herself and threatened to kill herself, in which I had to talk her down. When the gun was down, I fled in a flurry of tears and barely contained screams. It was truly the most horrible moment of my life, and I still struggle with the ptsd of that moment to this day. I was only fourteen.

All that background to say, my mother was extremely possessive of my body. She seemed to love to touch my breasts and butt, jerk me around, slap my butt, watch me get dressed. When I begged her to stop, she would tell me that she made that body and could do whatever she wanted to it. I found messages on her phone of her talking to guys about having sex with me and stealing my panties. She wouldn’t let me do my own hair because I couldn’t do it right. She wouldn’t let me bathe alone until I was over ten years old. I didn’t ever have my own room until I was 18 and shared it with my partner. She never let me play with my hair and kept a close eye on what I wore. This combined with my very religious Christian father, who said things like “if you know more song lyrics than bible verses when you die, you’ll go to hell” and the aforementioned accountability, along with things like letting me know he loved God more than me and always seeming to walk in while I was changing… I always felt owned by something. I never felt like my body or my identity belonged to me alone. And so it was extremely difficult to explore myself.

Sexual exploration became an outlet. I was asexual and didn’t possess sexual attraction or a desire for coital sex (still don’t), but I enjoyed kink play with my partner and playing with myself. I enjoyed porn, mostly stories. I always felt drawn to mlm porn, but never understood why. I saw myself in the big, fat men of the stories. I wished it could be me, wished I was a big hairy man like that. Wished I could be loved like that. Reading those types of erotica always got me off and made me feel relaxed and fulfilled, no matter what kink it regarded. Of course my mom would slutshame me without even knowing what I got up to, but sexual activity and pornography helped me find solace and ownership of my body. When I was aroused and taking care of myself, being taken care of, or taking care of someone else, I felt like I was finally in control of my body and my happiness. I had been sexually abused in different ways by different people throughout my life, and finding a certain safety and security in the kind of sexual activity I explored made me feel like...me. I found myself in those big men, but still didn’t make the connection that I was not cis.

It wasn’t until many years that I began to question my gender. First nonbinary, then agender, then genderfluid, then bigender, then nonbinary again, now finally transmasc. I am autistic and struggle with a resistance to change. I have struggled with shifting my name because it feels like a betrayal to become something new. So I have become Charis instead of Charissa...but I think I may be Myles instead. Since I have struggled with abuse and feeling owned my whole life, it is scary to take my self creation into my own hands. People I am close to have expressed concern and dislike for my transition--especially my mother. I came out to her two days ago over the phone when she guessed I was transgender--or “wanted a sex change” as she put it. She outed me to her anti-lgbt boyfriend without my consent, and now they want to have a discussion. She cried and told me it was too much and she couldn’t talk yet. I am still unsure of what to do about it. I know my mother is broken, and has come far from the cruelty she was once capable of--but she still swings. I see those shattered pieces and their sharp edges and know they have the ability to cut. It is terrifying.

Coming out, especially after so many years of abuse, has been absolutely terrifying and difficult. I am still navigating how to do it, especially with a name change. The clinic I am going to for hrt screwed up with their scheduling and had to reschedule me for later this month, a frustrating thing. I am looking forward to starting hrt, but also scared how people will treat me once those changes begin happening. Even with these fears and struggling with my interpersonal relationships...this is the greatest choice I have ever made. It is my truth and my freedom, and I will fight against that fear to become my most authentic self. I have an incredible partner by my side, and with their support and my own self love, I can do anything.

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randoimago · 3 years ago

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Hiiii, can I get a match-up for either Durarara or Jujutsu Kaisen, please? Take as much time as you need if some requests are difficult ok? Also, don’t forget to take breaks! (I am so sorry this is probably gonna be a long one)

My pronouns are she/her.

I’m not really sure what my sexuality is so I guess I don’t mind which gender I end up with. I would like it if my partner is caring and attentive to my needs while also knowing what I need without really saying since I can get too shy to say things at times. I haven’t been hugged in a while so I’m kinda not used to physical touch so I guess I’m kinda touch starved. Um, also someone who doesn’t mind my sometimes weirdness. Maybe also a chill person but I guess I don’t mind if they are kind of energetic.

I really don’t know how to describe myself but I can try. I like to go at my own pace however I can get too lazy and procrastinate a lot. I am a forgetful person that needs constant reminders. I’m also really clumsy considering I tend to hit my arm on doorways, trip on nothing, and spill water. When I get comfortable with someone, I can get really chatty. I can also be impatient but if I get occupied by something, I can wait for however long I need to. However, I’m kinda fickle? When I haven’t talked to someone in a while, I get more awkward around them. I’m also awkward around strangers. I can also get easily irritated and frustrated if I don’t get enough sleep or if I don’t understand something. I can get sensitive too, afraid that I say something wrong. I also don’t like people being sad but often I don’t know what to do to help them. I also get called a bean a few times so I guess I’m cute in personality? Um, I also get described as patient and kind as well as hard to anger. (I feel like some of it can be contradictory, sorry if it is)

My hobbies are surfing the internet, playing anime games like Fate Grand Order as well as Genshin Impact. I also like to write when I have the inspiration to like when I find a brain rot I like or when I make one up myself. I also enjoy listening to music as well as singing however I sing when I’m alone or if I’m singing with people I trust. My likes are music, animals, food, writing, gaming, and anime. I dislike being scared by someone, being yelled at, failing, being hated, and not understanding things that I want to do.

(you also take breaks and take care of yourself!!)

Okay so I'm going to match you with Shinra! He's a very physically affectionate person so would love to shower you in love and hugs. Also rather talkative too so he'll happily keep you entertained. While he can be rather eccentric, he knows when to slow down and just help calm you down or just talk to you about things to help you out.

#helpidkwhattoput #durarara x reader #shinra kishitani #shinra kishitani x reader #matchup request

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valkyrieskwad · 5 years ago

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I HAD A DREAM ABOUT ROJASCORP FUCKING AGAINST A FRIDGERATOR IM FREAKING OUT

here you go, my friend. dreams do come true.

you want it all (but you can't have it)

AO3 LINK

tagging @narraboths just because.

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Miraculously, the only thing keeping Lena from dying of sexual frustration is the heat.

It is so fucking hot outside: hot enough that the tiny summer house that her and Andrea call "the hotbox" feels more like the devil’s armpit during a Vegas trip, hot enough that they’ve started sitting in lawn chairs in the garage, taking turns sticking their heads in the deep freezer as Andrea tries her best to get Lena into Faith No More, singing while the sun goes down.

It’s hot enough that Lena’s hair is sweated to the back of her neck and her clothes are sticking to her skin, and even though they’ve been drinking since the late afternoon, the beers still aren’t managing to settle concretely in their system. Not like Lena wants them to, at least.

She wants to be drunk. She wants them both to be drunk, both at that point where the world is twirling and nothing really matters because everything is fucking funny, at that point where Lena could open her mouth and say i sometimes think about you when i touch myself, and Andrea would just throw her head back and laugh at it while Lena thinks about putting hickeys on her neck.

But they’re not drunk.

They’re both tipsy at best, and fucking touch-starved, and Lena hasn’t shaved in three weeks because it all seems less important when she’s down to showering every two days. She doesn’t know how much longer she can survive this quarantine, like jesus fuck. If the heat doesn’t kill her, the fact that she hasn’t been having sex with Andrea probably will.

"If I could only listen to five songs for the rest of my life, this song would definitely be one of them," Andrea says, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her feet on her lawn chair. "It’s amazing, right?"

Lena doesn’t really care for it, so instead of answering she asks, "Which one is this again?"

"Lena," Andrea drags out, letting her feet fall back to the garage floor. Truthfully, Lena knows the song, but listening to Andrea talk about music is almost as good as getting to touch her. "It’s Epic. It’s pretty much the one song you need to know even if you forget everything else. Mike Patton rapping is so fucking infectious, I swear. Another day of listening and you’ll be singing along."

"I’m sure," Lena smiles, then Andrea smiles too, and it makes Lena’s belly drop thinking about licking her lips. "Is it my turn for the deep freezer or did I go last? I can’t remember anymore, too fucking hot to think."

"Who knows," Andrea shrugs, sighing and settling back in her chair. "If you want it, it’s yours. I think I’ve given up trying to survive and accepted defeat."

"I’m almost there with you," Lena says, fumbling out of her chair, leaving her beer on the floor as she walks over to the deep freezer. It’ll be too warm to drink by the time she goes back to it, but it’s too hot to care about how much she’s been wasting all day. She throws the lid to the freezer open and leans inside of it. "We’ve had the air fixed twice, why’s it still not working?"

"Maybe we’re being punished for something we did in an alternate universe," Andrea says, and her voice feels closer, Lena thinks, right before she feels Andrea sliding next to her. They decided earlier that it was too hot to share the freezer, but maybe Andrea’s forgotten about that. "Do you think we’re friends everywhere in the multiverse?"

"I don’t think I could ever not love you," Lena responds without thinking about it, and then her body flushes so fast she feels prickly all over. It’s not even a big deal, she tells Andrea she loves her every day, but in her heart she knows it’s not what she meant this time.

Still, she lets it sit between them.

Andrea just hums for a second, then she says, "Yeah, I don’t think I could ever not be with you, like. Fuck, it’s so dumb, but sometimes when I look at you, I feel like, I don’t know." She laughs a little, then she finishes the sentence— "I just feel how Adam must have felt looking at Eve, like you were made from a part of me or something."

"Oh?" Lena asks.

"Yeah, it’s fucking stupid, sorry," Andrea gushes. "Is it too weird? It’s too weird."

"No," Lena says fast, and then, before she can stop herself, "I think about you sometimes when I touch myself, so. You’re not weird, I am."

"That’s not weird," Andrea says, so fucking nonchalant, and Lena makes the mistake of twisting her head to see the crisp blue of her eyes. "I mean, I think about you too when I do it. It’s just normal, right?"

"I guess it is," Lena mumbles, heart in her fucking throat, belly twisting in knots imagining Andrea imagining her when she’s, god. Lena looks away, drops her head further in the freezer, not blinking until the cold starts to sting her eyes. Fuck it. "I think about kissing you, too. All the time. I can’t help it. Sometimes sitting next to you on the couch, I just. My mind gets stuck on it, you know? Like, what if we made out?"

"What if we made out?" Andrea says back, and Lena’s ears burn the three seconds she thinks she’s being mocked, before it hits her that Andrea’s actually asking.

"What?" she asks, lifting her head again, looking at Andrea again, drinking in her eyes and her lips, and her lips, with very little regard for subtlety. "What do you mean?"

"Make out with me," Andrea shrugs. "I mean, we have shit else to do, so."

Lena wants to kiss her with every single fiber of her being, and that's maybe why she shouldn't. She stands up straight, turns toward Andrea, and starts with, "Andy," to let her know she's being serious. "I was just saying. We don't have to, though."

"But I want to," Andrea says, and it's hard to argue when she's three inches away, when she puts her hands on Lena's hips, hot against her skin even through her tank top. "I know you want to, too. You just said."

"Okay,” Lena says, and she's not sure what to do with her own hands. She knows what she wants to do, wants them in Andrea's hair, wants to feel her, to touch her, to explore every inch of her until they find a way to melt together in this fucking heat. But she's not exactly sure what's appropriate.

"It's okay, just go with it," Andrea says, and then she leans in and kisses Lena, and Lena's hands find a way to her hair, anyway.

She wants to describe the kiss. She wants to be able to think about it as they do it, so she has a reference point, a way to go back to it in her brain and replay and replay and replay it later. But she can't think. Her body feels like one giant nerve as Andrea spreads her hands out across her back and ass and skin, tasting Lena's lips, licking in her mouth, making it so hot between them that Lena feels like she has to choose between kissing and breathing. Between living and dying to live.

It gets more intense by the second, though, more frantic desperate needy, until they're both grabbing at anything they can, breath hot, lips and teeth and spit clashing between them.

"Fuck," Andrea pulls away, then her voice drops as she whispers, "C'mere," and Lena's heart stops beating as Andrea undoes the string on her shorts. Everything is moving so fast and so slow, like time doesn't know what to do, like they're dodging bullets in the Matrix. "I wanna touch you, is that okay?"

"Um," Lena says, rough like she's out of breath suddenly, heat tugging her belly so low it only aggravates the pulsing between her thighs. "I haven’t um, in a while," she mumbles, dumbly, hoping Andrea gets what she means.

Andrea laughs, pressing their mouths together again to kiss Lena, hand slipping beneath the elastic of Lena's boyshorts. "I literally could not care less," she says against Lena's mouth. "Let me touch you."

"Okay," Lena agrees. "But, pretend you like it. Tell me only hipsters prefer hardwood over carpet."

Andrea laughs again, this time deep, from somewhere in her belly. Lena laughs, too. The way she only does with Andrea on a hot summer night, standing over the blast of the deep freezer with the garage door half-open. "I don't have to pretend," Andrea tells her, fingers inching down until she finds Lena's clit, skin practically burning against it. "I love every second of this."

Fuck, Andrea makes it feel so familiar, like it's just another Tuesday and Lena's not slow riding her hand as she gasps against her mouth. She makes it feel like it's okay to be doing this, like Lena's safe and can be open, soft, vulnerable. She makes it feel like everything is okay, so the longer they shift together—kissing touching moaning—the more Lena feels like it's safe to want more. "I want you inside of me," she whispers, seconds or minutes or seriously, what the fuck is time later, hot and slick and so fucking sweaty that Andrea's hair is damp twisted in her hand.

"You want to go upstairs?"

"I think I'd die, fuck, m'already drenched in more than just the intended way."

"Here," Andrea giggles, pulling away a bit and nudging Lena's hip until she turns. And then Lena's being leaned over the deep freezer, thinking god this feels fucking amazing just as Andrea starts to tug her shorts down. "We could do it like this," she says. "You want that?"

"Yeah," Lena breathes, letting her head drop lower. "I want it."

So, Andrea gives it to her, slowly at first. Just one finger and then two, and then Lena's rocking back against her fast enough her mind is blanking and no amount of cold could make her feel less hot. She comes like that, over the freezer, with Andrea inside her, sweat and tears, probably, dripping down her face.

"You're so fucking hot," Andrea says, spreading her hand over Lena's ass, and Lena feels like she's breaking. But she also feels content for once, like she's settling, like her well isn't so full it's overflowing anymore.

She feels good. She feels so fucking hot she wants to strip even her skin off, but she feels good.

#supergirl #rojascorp #andrea rojas #lena luthor #my writing #asks #anonymous #Anonymous

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jjsjuiceboxx · 5 years ago

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NOT SO SUBTLE

REQUESTED FOR: @www-imbored-com

SUMMARY- You and Drew have grown close filming season 1 of obx, you think you’re starting to love him and you think he likes you back because he is very touchy and he always makes sure he is sitting close to you.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: cussing.

A/N: this is just a bunch of fluff, happy reading :).

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While filming season 1 of obx drew was one of the first people you got close with dont get me wrong you were friends with everyone and close with everyone but you and Drew’s friendship was a bit more then the others, you noticed how in the first month of filming season one Drew got a little flirty complimenting you every chance you got “wow that dress looks beautiful on you” which always led to you blushing. By the third month of filming he would open doors for you and always offering his water to you.

6 months into coming you guys held hands hugged and cuddled. In public the people who didn’t know you guys thought y’all were dating but you were not you never went on dates and he never asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course you hung out outside of filming but it was mostly with the group every now and then you two would go out alone.

Currently you were on set filming season 2 you had already done your scenes for the day but decided to stay back just in case they needed you to help or, or help madelyn take pictures and funny videos for tomfoolery, “hey did I show you the photo of Drew I took this morning in the trailers?” Madelyn asked after taking a photo of the sunset with the silhouettes of the pogues in the background looking like shadows “no, but now you said it I need to see it” you said she handed her camera over flicking to the photo and there it was Drew practically passed out in his breakfast burrito “oh my god that is gold he isn’t living that down ever”

Who isn’t living what down?” The man who uses a burrito as a pillow muses at you “oh nothing dearest drewseph” Maddie said laughing and putting her camera away “how was your day?” You asked calming down from laughing so hard you barely saw him today “it was good I missed my lady around, oh did you drink enough water? And eat? I know how you get when you don’t eat food” Drew reprimanded but sweetly you rolled your eyes “yes Drew I ate food dont worry they beast is in hibernation from a food coma” you said Maddie and Drew laughed “ok good we don’t need you to break another window” Maddie said remembering how you were starving you all were but you had it the worst and were so mad at Rudy and chase for messing around you punched a window and broke it then immediately apologized for breaking a window and said you were just really hungry Austin walked to you and literally shoved a hamburger in your mouth and you were so quiet for 20 mins while you at his hamburger feeling so much better ever since then everyone makes sure you ate so you don’t end up splitting them in half.

“Yeah yeah I’ve gotten a lot better” “yeah because we all remind you to eat or shove food in your face” jonas walked over to the three of you “hey guys so we just need the pogues for the rest of the day so it’s a wrap on you guys if you wanted to go and stuff” Jonas said and walked off quickly to direct what’s happening next “I was thinking of going out to this lake where you can rent paddle boards and canoes and stuff, do y’all wanna come?” Drew asked “yeah that sounds like fun I’ve never been paddle boarding before” “I would but I promised I would help out around with everything you guys have fun tho” Maddie said you guys said goodbye and hopped into a car.

Once you arrived you immediately took a picture of the view because it was so beautiful “Drew this is beautiful, how did you find this?” You asked amazed “aww yanno just some tourist site thing” you walked up to the people at the booth for the paddle boards once you got the paddle boards you and Drew started to paddle in the lake “so am I your lady or is there a secret women I need to know about?” You asked Drew laughing “oh it’s definitely you but i dont know one of the set members dog looked really good today” you both bursted out laughing “you’re such an idiot” “oh yeah well can an idiot do this?” Drew questioned before throwing himself off the paddle board and doing a flip landing perfectly into the water.

“No I guess an idiot can’t do that, you’ve proved me wrong starkey im quite impressed” you said clapping for him “good because I’ve actually never done that before and just hoped it would look cool not gunna lie I was trying to impress you” Drew said getting slightly red “well you’ve succeeded tremendously” you said you guys continued talking and paddle boarding deciding to race you lossed tho because you fell into the water.

“Drew look at the view it’s soo pretty oh my god” you said taking out your phone and snapping a bunch of photos you stopped when you heard a camera shatter and looked at your phone confused since you put your silencer on so it wouldn’t disrupt your time with Drew you looked over and Drew is looking at his phone smiling then he showed you the photo it was of you in the paddle boat taking a photo of the view “should I post this and be basic and caption it “she thought the view was pretty but I thought she was prettier” ?” Drew asked making your laugh “oh of course I’m trying to turn you into a white girl that should be the first step” you said you sighed “thank you for saying I’m pretty” you blushed and looked down at your reflection in the lake you guys paddle board was side by side so it was easy for him to take his hand to your chin and make you look at him “youre so welcome, honestly you’ve made this whole experience so great and I just want to tell you that I love you a lot and uh do you want to officially be my lady?” You laughed but said yes and you guys kissed it got a little heated because of all the sexual tension that had been built up you had tongues in each other’s mouths your hands in his hair and his on your bare hips on of the paddle boards almost flipped “maybe we should head back to set, also we took the only car for them to get home in” you suggested drew nodded not being able to form words and off to set you went.

When you arrived you saw everyone waiting all in their normal clothes “dudes did you really kidnap my car?” Austin asked “I wouldn’t say “kidnap” I just borrowed it” drew said air quoting kidnap “whatever you’re not riding shot gun for that and neither are you Y/N” Austin said getting in the drivers side you shrugged “SHOTGUN” chase belted out him and JD made eye contact and JD touched the handle first and sat down “gotta be quicker then that” JD said to chase you rolled your eyes and got in the back Drew got in right after you and you both intertwined your hands together the rest piled into the car and off you went to the apartment buildings.

Once you got on the highway JD plugged his phone in the aux and played music Rudy, chase, and both maddies were singing so loudly you got a lot of confidence from no where and unbuckled your seat belt and straddled Drew’s lap “what are you doing?” He questioned wide eyed “you’ll see just go with it” you mumbled and then started to lean in he surprised you when he met you half way and you continued what you had stopped at the lake his hands were squeezing your ass making you want to moan but you didn’t and you tugged on his hair “uh guys ? Can you like I don’t know maybe not do that?” Rudy questioned looking at you guys he was seated right next to drew one of Drew’s hands moved from your ass and waving off rudy. His hand immediately went back to where it was you felt everyone’s eyes on y’all now Rudy groaned annoyed “Ok you can borrow my car from now on” Austin said chase turned the song louder hoping you would stop Madelyn and Madison laughed you heard Madison say “that explains his insta photo she said showing everyone that he did in fact post it madelyn decided to take a picture and video recording “hey guys you gonna come up for air? She asked you just flicked her off you could hear the video replaying “dude this is gunna be so good for tomfoolery”

You guys pulled up to the apartment but you wouldn’t know cause you were still making out with Drew his hands in your shirt this time and you leaving slight hickies on his neck then going back to his lips and pulling his hair making him lean to the side so you can get better accesses chase turned around when no one got out of the car “yo love birds we are here” chase called but you still didn’t move Madison giggled “wow” Madelyn pulled her phone out again and recorded knowing the look on Rudy’s face meant he was about to do something funny “ok that’s it” Rudy stated frustration obviously on his face and tone because he was squished two on one of his side and then both the maddies to his left side keeping him from getting out of the car “I’m fucking hungry and squishedl” he complained turning towards you and drew who were still kissing you felt a hand on your forehead and then suddenly you were being pulled apart from Drew you opened your eyes to see the same was being done with Drew you moved your eyes from Drew’s to Rudy who was literally pulling you apart by your face “we are here it’s time you stop so I can get out” Rudy said his tongue out so he can focus on pulling you apart once he was satisfied he looked at you since you were closest to the door “now get out so I can get out and get food before I lose my shit” you got out and thought drew would follow but he wasn’t fast enough for Rudy’s liking “oh fuck it” Rudy said before climbing over Drew’s lap and then running to his and chases apartment door.

“Yeah don’t mess with Rudy when he is hungry he gets mean” chase said “much like Y/N just not physical leash not yet” chase mumbled “I’m going to my house to watch tv and for Cheetos” JD said “wait I’m coming, everyone out of my car” Austin said catching up with JD drew got out of the car and came straight to you “I guess this is goodbye” he said sadly “yeah I think it is” you said back just as sad “oh my god you live in the same apartment building 3 doors down calm down” chase said going up the stairs Madison followed to get her shoes she left the night before madelyn still there laughing at the video she got of Rudy pulling you and drew apart.

You hugged drew and went in for another kiss, Madelyn had left by now leaving the two of you out there you both pulled apart and said your goodbyes “goodnight drew I’ll see you tomorrow” “goodnight my lady” drew said you went to move out of his embrace but couldn’t he was latched on you tapped his shoulder but only got a hmm “babe, you gotta let go” you said laughing “I did” “yeah for 2 seconds” you literally had to pull him away from you and turned him around and slightly shoved him in the direction of his house he went to come back to you which led you to turn around and run away from him “Drew I love you but if you hug me one more time I won’t let go” you shouted as you got further away from him you heard him laugh and went into your apartment with both maddie’s you heard your phone ding and saw drew texted you saying that he missed you.

#drew starkey #drew obx #obx fanfiction #obx #outer banks imagines #drews

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jjpmoans · 5 years ago

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Where Loyalty Lies [M]

Word count : as long as the night last

Warnings : just- jealous jinyoung being petty

A/N :

Since everyone thinks I'm swerving to Jaebeom lane, yeah you guys made Jinyoung mad. Instead he tortured me to write him a make up sex for making false impression about my loyalty. You heard it. Jinyoung bitch is back. Also @softseunies triggered the comeback tbh hahahahahahah. Enjoy!

Your head is thrown back with the amount of pleasure you're receiving, you doubt that you can last long. Behind you is Jinyoung, moving his long slender digits inside you while you kneels on fours, arching your back like a cat.

"Jinyoung!" You gasp when he snaps his wrist, grazing a certain spot which you believe can make you see stars tonight. It's been too long since your last sexual intercourse and you're starving for his touch.

You're starving for him.

Desperate moans, you clench the sheet underneath you while Jinyoung dives in for a good lick, however turns into a mess when he starts eating you, tongueing your cunt with his wet muscle.

"Jinyoung- oh fuck." His whole mouth on you, lips closing around the abused nub to which he licks repeatedly not caring the profanities that has been pouring out of you. "My goodness- yes yes. God-"

He hums in delight when you produce more and more juice to his liking. The dirty sound of him slurping and humming against your cunt is unbelievably hot, as to that you plead for his mercy.

"Jinyoung- ooohhh! Please jinyoung." Needy, frustrated. That's all you will have to say. You want him inside you. You want him to fuck you until you pass out and he needs to fuck you again until you remember his cock. You want him. All of him.

"Please Jinyoung. Fuck me."

Nonetheless you and Jinyoung hasn't been on a good term for a while, partly your fault and partly his. Being busy is another thing but yet to address the elephant in the room is another thing.

Another person for all it's worth.

"What do you think if Jaebeom hyung sees this?" His question snaps you out of your need, shooting straight to your south. Clenching around nothing, you whine in absolute frustration.

"Why are you bringing it up!?" The reason for why you are apart, for all the distance between the two of you is named after that man.

Im Jaebeom.

He chuckles from behind as you feel his heat closer to your own, sliding his cock against your cunt for stimulation. Damn, that's too much for a teasing. Your juices seems to coat him well, he doesn't even need to apply it on his cock, just rubbing it makes him completely wet.

"You're so wet." Compliment or a mockery, you has long given up to guess his tone.

"All wet for me?"

Loud slap resonates across the room and you feel the sting on your cheeks, causing you to contracts around the tip of his cock.

"Hmm wet." Slowly but not so softly he pushes his tip inside you, your wall starts hugging his meat deliciously good. "And snug." Pushing himself all the way in, your head lolled to the side while he stretches you good.

"So fucking hot."

It's been too long since you've been stretch this good.

He's as thick as you remember that when he is fully inside you, you almost twerk against him due to the fullness.

"Oh god..." dragging your moan, he snaps his hip once and you're pushed up the bed, elbows sliding on the sheet. And so he starts thrusting, angry strokes fills you to the brim, trying to make up to all the sex he should have been getting if he wasn't too jealous of his Jaebeom hyung.

"Take the phone and call him." He orders. "I need to let him know who you belongs to."

Silently, you curse his mind for being so childish. It could have settled between you two but of course, Jinyoung needs to announce to the world about it.

The phone is on the side table so you need to move across the bed to get it. Shakily you crawl, however a lewd moan escapes your throat when Jinyoung thrusts in even at your slightest move.

He doesn't make it easy for you to move, that it takes almost five minutes for you to reach the side table and start calling for Jaebeom. Whimpering, you contemplate on pressing the red button so Jaebeom won't have to deal with this shit.

"Hello? Jinyoung?" The other line connects and you gulp, not knowing what to answer. The sound of skin slapping and Jinyoung's cock moving in and out of you ignites this lust even more.

Jinyoung however not taking your silence, reach a finger to your clit to get you start talking.

"Oh no- fuck. Jaebeom. Hi Jaebeom." You almost yell, the pad of his finger rubs your clit in the most pleasurable way that you can't help but to moan.

"Focus."

"Y/n?" Jaebeom speaks, asking you what's wrong.

"I.." your words trails when Jinyoung moves his hand to your breasts, palming them. "Jinyoung-"

"What is wrong? Y/n are you okay?"

"YES! Yes I am okay- damn it." Jinyoung shifts inside you and you scream into the receiver, heavy breath and all. The other line went silent and you thought to yourself to fuck all of this and let Jaebeom hear everything.

"Good heaven- Jinyoung." He is pounding into you, hips slapping and balls hitting your cunt good. "Fuck- fuck fuck yes yes."

"OH MY GOD!???? Yah- Why would you do this to me!!????" Jaebeom shrieks from the other line, obviously annoyed and offended.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks, slapping a hand against your ass. "Who?"

"You! You, Jinyoung. You- oh god you're so deep, I can't-" You sobs, almost crying and he rams his cock inside you without mercy. The phone call is long forgotten as your moan becomes more ragged and you start spouting profanities. "J-jinyoung."

"Are you guys- really? Jinyoung? Don't tell me this is because she's been hanging around me for these few weeks?"

Even worse, Jinyoung takes the leverage to make you moan even louder, rolling your nipples while his maddening stroke becomes faster. You on the other hand, spilling nonsense as your orgasm is building inside you, not caring how Jaebeom keep talking but no one response to him.

"Fuck ya'll I'm unfriending!"

The phone call ends, though your torture hasn't end just yet. You breathe out a sigh of relieved, even then you're not too relieved knowing the beast behind you might still not cooled down.

"How much do you miss my cock?" Jinyoung asks after the room goes silent, the only sound comes from the slapping of his hip. "Cmon baby."

"Very much." You try to breathe but Jinyoung makes it difficult to do so. He pulls you, kneeling like he is while he thrusts up, hands everywhere on you.

"Tell me more." He demands.

Sucking in deep breath, your walls closed around him, hugging him securely while he moves. "I miss your cock, I miss how big it is, i miss how deep you'll be inside me."

Nipping your neck, Jinyoung's hands roam all over your body to end up palming your breasts, you sighs as he cups them.

"This fucking tits." He squeezes, pounding inside you faster than before, humming as he feels your wall contracts.

"That's it baby." He whispers to your ears, coaxing your orgasm close. "This cunt is fucking mine."

"I'd say cum on my cock and you're going to cum." You nod, desperate to reach your high. "Yeah like that. Yeah yeah fucking good."

"Jinyoung. Jinyoung. Jinyoung!" Like a mantra, you recite it as you shatter, eyes closed from the blissful orgasm that runs electricity through your body.

One final thrusts and he growls, your walls pulsate around his meat, sucking him in and trying to milk him.

"Fuck." The contraction of your walls are painfully pleasurable that he cums, jets and jets of white ropes paints your inside, filling you up.

Both of you are exhausted, wasted even that when Jinyoung presses his cock deeper inside you to bring you up the bed, you let out awhine at the sensitivity.

He settles both of you in spooning position, trying to calm your heartbeat from the excessive exercise. You can still feel his cock pulsating inside you and you clenches around him, earning a groan from behind.

"Aren't you going to pull out?" You ask when he simply reach for a blanket to make sure you will be kept warm.

He shrugs, pulling you closer and onto his chest. "Let Jaebeom hyung see what we did when he walk in on us tomorrow."

You gasp, hitting his shoulder in response. "Jinyoung!"

"Sleep, sweetheart. Or I'll fuck you right here and you'll have to cum again on my cock." At that you shut up, though your pussy feels otherwise. As though it's challenging Jinyoung, your walls pulsates even harder, so hard that you can actually listen to the sound.

Then you feel Jinyoung's hand slowly reaching for your breasts, toying with the hardening bud, you doubt that you would even be awake when Jaebeom enters the room tomorrow.

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honeymoonjin · 6 years ago

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Wouldst Thou Like to Live Deliciously? - jimin x reader

A/N: Jimin is sick of being a virgin, and the pressure of the first time with a girl, so he decides to summon a sex demon to get it over with. 4.2k. Warnings for sexual content: male receiving anal, male receiving overstimulation, male receiving multiple orgasms, sub!Jimin obviously

Generally, you were the seeker and not the sought. Sex demons weren’t exactly the most coveted of the demons when it came to humans. You were used to residing on Earth and spending your time in grimy dive bars and alleyways, preying on the spineless men and women that inhabited them. As a succubus, you were sustained by the sexual energy of a human’s orgasm, and when humans wanted to summon a demon, normally they wanted to take rather than give.

Crossroads demons were in high demand; your friend Namjoon had just hit ten thousand souls last month from all the pitiful people on the planet who made deals with him. Even more popular, but much rarer, were demons like your ex Yoongi, who could tell the future for the right price. Never wrong, you had got the feeling that he always knew exactly what was going to happen in your relationship. When you had called it quits almost two years ago, he had already packed his bag and called an Uber before you even got home from work.

Truth be told, regardless of your job, you hadn’t had a good fuck since. Nobody could do it like the man who could predict your every nerve. Though you knew the two of you would never work out, your mouth watered at the memory of one night where he kept you on the edge of an orgasm for three hours, only to walk away and leave you tied up. When he finally returned and fucked you stupid, it was the best climax of your life.

Since then, you had been left with the plentiful scum of the Earth, letting yourself starve so that even the shittiest of lays would at least satisfy you for a while. It was while you were in a suburban neighborhood, ready to take a pathetic cheater of a husband after posing as the babysitter for a month, that you felt the unmistakable pull in your gut. You were being summoned.

You swore, got up off your knees and dropped the innocent act. Mr. Brooks cried out in disappointment and confusion as you ran out the hallway, but you had no choice. Summoning never took longer than twenty or so seconds for you since the recitation was so short, and letting a human see you vanish into thin air wasn’t wise.

Locking yourself in his bathroom and opening the window to fake an escape, you hear the echo of a sweet voice chime in your ears and feel a heat on your skin as the room tilts and shifts and morphs around you.

You end up in a room far different from the white tile bathroom with a seaside theme. This place was clearly a bedroom of sorts, but it was far messier than the bedroom of the suburban father you had just left in the middle of a blowjob. The sheets were all rumpled, the desk and bookshelves covered in scattered academic memorabilia, and you could smell burning incense; aniseed and cinnamon.

There was a young human cowering across from you, arms thrown across its face to shield itself from the burst of flames that had erupted upon your arrival. He probably hadn’t expected the salt circle on his carpet to light up, but he needn’t worry. Hellfire, as dramatic as it sounded, was in reality nothing more than an accessory. Only condemned souls could feel it or interact with it at all. If this human had bothered to look closely before it wicked away, it would have seen the way it floated a centimeter above the salt, never touching it.

Finally, the arms were lowered, and you could see it was a boy who had summoned you. You frowned at how innocent he looked, standing there in blue overalls and a yellow sweater. Surely this wasn’t a child? No, upon closer inspection of his face you could tell he was in his twenties, simply with a youthful face and eyes wide with apprehension.

“Mortal,” you declare lazily, having repeated this particular line far too many times to be bothered with enforcing any real drama or power behind it, “for what purpose do you summon me?”

“Oh, uh, right to it, I guess,” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with a sweater paw. “I really didn’t think this would actually work! Um, I’m Jimin, nice to meet you.”

Now it’s your turn to feel awkward at his apparent unpreparedness, but you keep a cool façade. “You are aware I am a succubus, no? I will not repeat myself again; for what purpose do you summon me? I cannot broker deals or tell fortunes like my brethren.”

“No! No, I don’t want a deal or whatever. I read somewhere that succubae need sex to stay alive, and that it doesn’t kill the victim.”

You shrug. “Correct. And so?”

He laughs nervously. “Well, I wasn’t going to do this, but I got desperate. You see, I’ve kind of always had trouble talking to girls, and all of my friends have alr-”

“I tire of your digressions, mortal. Either answer my question or release me. I have better things to do.”

Jimin shakes his mop of bleached blonde hair out of his face with a blush, avoiding your harsh gaze. “I just want you to have sex with me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You summoned a demon purely to have sexual relations with it? I believe many would consider that inadvisable. There are currently over seven billion humans on this planet. Why not turn to one of your own kind to satisfy your needs?”

His cheeks are bright red at this point, and it pleases you to see. He clears his throat. “I haven’t lost my virginity yet, okay? I’m too nervous to ask a girl out, but I figure if I just get it out of the way then I won’t be so freaked out. Do you want it or not?”

You grin salaciously. “Do I want your virginity?”

“Yes!”

You hum, stretching out one foot to delicately push at some salt and break the circle, knowing without looking that his heart is racing in fear. “You are aware that virginity does not exist as anything more than a social construct of human beings? There is no biological difference between you and any other.”

Finally, he looks up at you with a frustrated pout. “Look, if you don’t want to, I’ll just banish you or whatever. You don’t have to be an asshole about it.”

“Oh, sweet boy,” you purr, stepping out of the broken ring, prowling towards him slowly as he backs up to the wall, “I never said I didn’t want it. Virginity means nothing for you humans, but for me? An untouched soul is the most delicious of all.” His back thumps softly against his bedroom wall, and you reach your hands up on either side of his face to cage him in. You stare at him intensely. “Have you ever masturbated before?”

He splutters and jerks his head down. “Uh, woah, I… Yes, of course I have. Why do you…?”

“A shame,” you sigh, “but still, I’ll enjoy taking you.”

You notice his gaze is still half-lowered, and when he speaks, his voice is light with confusion. “Um, excuse me for asking, but why are you wearing a school uniform?”

You blink and look down at yourself. Over the past five or so minutes you had completely forgotten about your attire, but Jimin is right. You had always gone over to the Brooks family home in a short plaid skirt and white blouse with shiny black shoes. One gift all succubae were given was the insight into any human’s sexual desires and fantasies, and this particular man had a thing for schoolgirls, so you indulged in order to get closer to him fast.

“Never mind that,” you growl, “it won’t be on for much longer.”

Enjoying the desperate way he gasps and swallows hard, you try to distract yourself from the irritating stirring in your stomach. Thinking back to Mr. Brooks just reminded you of the fact that you had put in all that work and never gotten your reward, as he hadn’t made it to an orgasm before you were pulled away. You would certainly get your fill from this boy tonight.

And speaking of him, you leant forward and slanted your mouth across his, pulling him into a deceptively sweet kiss as your body ran on autopilot. Jimin would get caught up in the kiss, lulled into a false sense of security while you dove into his mind, teasing out all the deepest sexual wants he had that he would never dream of telling anyone. Your victims always tasted so much better when their orgasms were fueled by genuine desire and satisfaction, so it was better to let them drown in their fantasies, rather than simply jerking them off to completion.

As Jimin trembled and whimpered into your mouth, you ran your tongue along his wet muscle, sucking and biting and nibbling as you had done for millennia. You could tell by most of his fantasies that he was unexperienced and a romantic soul; cheesy porn fantasies of getting spanked in detention mingled with dreams of making love under the moonlight. Most of it was sickening and boring to you, but as you deepened the kiss and felt him harden against you, his hands rising up tentatively to bury themselves in your hair, more interesting things came up too. You took note and decided to put them into use tonight. Maybe if you ruined him for all future lovers, he’d become a repeat customer. You could certainly get used to it.

You pulled away once you were done, licking your swollen lips and grinning at his whine as his eyes blinked back open. “Are you ready for me, baby boy?”

He nods feverishly, panting slightly. “Wait, I… I don’t know your name.”

“You can call me whatever you want, but I won’t be giving you my name. Names have power; it’s the only way to choose exactly which demon will come when you summon one.”

He frowns as you reach a hand up and brush his hair away from his face but leans into your touch. “I thought I called for you.”

“You called for a succubus, and I just so happened to be the one that got the call. If you say that incantation again as it is, you’ll most likely get a different demon each time. There are legions of us, baby boy. I’m just your lucky draw.”

He sighs in bliss as you intertwine your hands and lead him to his messy bed, pushing him down onto it so he bounces a little and blinks up at you lustfully. “I’m glad it was you.”

“Don’t speak too soon,” you warn, “we haven’t even started yet.”

“Please, noona,” he whines, “I need you.”

You straddle him languidly, pulling one of his hands up and sucking on his pointer finger, flicking your tongue over the pad teasingly. He chokes out a moan and bites down hard on his lip, shifting his hips in the hopes that his painfully hard erection will gain some friction against your core.

You pull your lips off of him with a pop, breaking the chain of saliva that connects you with your tongue, grinning as he shudders at the sight. “I need you to be very honest with me, Jimin. Can you do that?”

He nods obediently. “Anything.”

“I have two questions. Question one: what sexual activities have you done before? Be specific.”

He clears his throat but answers you anyway, looking sinfully submissive splayed out underneath you, hair forming a small halo around his angelic face. What a divine specimen, you can’t help but think. “I’ve kissed before; with tongue once, too. Uh, I’ve masturbated before. That’s really it.”

You nod and brush your hand against his cheek with a warm smile, relishing in the way he nuzzles against it. “Good job, my sweet boy. My last question:” you lean forward on him, ignoring the groan he lets out as you brush against his crotch, and nibble gently on his earlobe as you continue petting the other side of his face. “What do you want me to do to you?”

He whines. “Please, I… Anything, noona. I’ll let you do anything.”

Your core lights up at the thought, but you tug a little rougher on the lobe of his ear. “Use your words, Jiminie. Be more specific.”

When you sit up enough to be able to see the lust in his eyes, you grin salaciously at him and await his answer. He swallows hard. “I want you to use me. I want you to…fuck me.”

“You want me to ride you?” you ask, although you’re well aware it’s not what he means.

He shakes his head, whimpering slightly. “No, I want you to really fuck me.”

You give him a sweet peck as a reward, licking over the seam of his full lips. “But I don’t have a cock, Jimin. How am I supposed to fuck you?”

He swears lowly his in his throat. “Fuck, I don’t…With your fingers. Anything.” He licks his lips, voice dropping to a desperate whisper. “Please.”

You hum in satisfaction and stand up off of him, hearing him sigh in disappointment, his pelvis shifting on the mattress in dissatisfaction. He lifts his head up off the bed to watch you as you keep talking, slowly undressing yourself in front of him. Of course, you could dematerialize your clothes and be naked in an instant considering they were an illusion you manifested for Mr. Brooks anyway, but there’s no fun in that. “Come on, then, honey,” you say sultrily, “I can’t fuck you with your clothes on.”

He jumps up and frantically strips his socks, then wiggles out of his overalls. He’s so focused on obeying your orders that by the time he stops, completely naked with his member smearing pre-cum on his abdomen, he’s missed your little strip-tease.

Now both showing nothing but skin, you can see how his mind is starting to overheat with the pressure of it finally happening. You sigh and step forward to get onto the bed, cross-legged and leaning back on your hands so that you’re fully bare to him. He follows you with his hot gaze, eyes blown with lust. “You aren’t getting cold feet, are you, baby boy?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, noona. I want this.”

You crook a finger at him. “C’mere.”

He exhales shakily, but he’s harder than ever, the tip almost purple with the amount of blood that has rushed to it.

“Lie back.” He does as you say, and you straddle him again. “Now, I’m going to give you what you want since you asked so nicely, but I think I deserve a little pleasure too, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jimin whines his agreement.

You grin at him, raising your hips so that your folds just touch the underside of his cock, causing him to give a violent shudder and swear slightly under his breath. “So I’m going to fuck myself on your cock while I fuck you. Is that fair?” He nods, eyes fixated on the sight of your pussy just barely touching him. “So, do you have lube?”

He blinks, breaking his heavy stare, and looks up at you. “Sorry, what? Uh, no.”

You frown in fake disappointment. “Well, I can’t fuck you with my fingers if you’ve got no lube.”

“Oh.” Jimin’s face crumples slightly and he bites his lip as he glances around the room. “We could use…uh…”

You reach down and pat his dick a couple times teasingly, feeling his thighs tense up underneath you. “Just kidding, baby boy. It wouldn’t be very professional of me if I didn’t come prepared.”

Waiting until he’s watching you again, you plunge two fingers into your pussy, collecting enough of your juices to coat your fingers. A perk of the job is that your body is always ready to go.

“Oh, god Fuck, that’s hot.” His head tips back but his eyes stay on you as you readjust yourself, sitting flush against his left thigh as you lift his right leg. He licks his lips at the feeling of your wetness against his thigh and clenches his muscles experimentally. The flood of pleasure catches you off-guard and you curl up, bracing yourself with a hand on his chest.

For the first time in the evening, you see a hint of some dominating tendencies with the evil grin he sends you as he relaxes, only to do it again, pairing it with a push up. You moan at the feeling and laugh shakily. “Kitty’s got some claws, after all. Alright, if you enjoy it so much, I’ll just stay here instead of sitting on your cock. Hm?”

“No,” he whines in frustration, pouting and dropping his teasing demeanor.

“Sorry, Jiminie. You had your chance. It’s too late now.” Your slip your fingers, still sticky and glossy with your arousal, down to massage his tight rim. He jumps and the muscles tighten, but you keep working at it with a firm touch, distracting him with the weakest, laziest of hand jobs as you go. Not like he’d know any better, and you didn’t want him cumming too soon. Finally, you manage to get finger in, and once it passes that initial grip, it plunges down, tearing a surprised groan from the boy.

You slowly begin to shallowly thrust, twisting and wriggling your digit until he jerks underneath you and cries out. You grin, and continue to press against his prostate, relishing the beautiful sounds it pulls from him.

“Oh, oh, it’s so good, oh my god,” he chants sweet nothings over and over, eyes clenched shut and completely overcome. Once you slightly tighten your grip around his cock and introduce your second finger into him, he begins panting noisily, whimpering every time you twist your wrist around his sensitive head.

Normally the build-up bores you when it came to most sexual acts, these included, but you find yourself getting drunk on the bliss on his face, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss him. No, you tell yourself, at least get him to cum first. It’s why you’re both here, after all.

It takes barely ten minutes to get him consistently crying out at every thrust. You speed up your pace on both fronts and Jimin writhes uncontrollably beneath you.

“Oh, I’m gonna… ah, ah…”

You let out a sadistic laugh. “You know what, baby boy?” He’s too far gone to answer you, but you hold him on the edge as he’s overtaken by sensation. “I’ve changed my mind; I do want to sit on your cock. Will you let me ride you, Jimin?”

You slow down enough to keep his orgasm at bay and he growls in frustration. “Fuck! Yes, okay, just make me cum. Please, noonaaaa.”

You grin salaciously and speed up. Soon enough, his movements still completely for a moment and then he falls over the edge, spurting cum all up his chest and neck. You grin at the sight, and work him through it, only slowing down once he’s spent.

He looks up at you in a hazy bliss, brows furrowed in confusion. “I thought you said…”

His cock isn’t soft yet, and you straddle him fully again, wasting no time before you spear yourself on his cock, immediately riding him like your life depended on it.

“Ah!” He screams and bats his hands at you weakly, trying to cringe away from the assault. “No, it’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“You will take it,” you command gruffly, feeling his cock remain reluctantly hard, dragging deliciously inside of you. “I’m still hungry.”

“Fu-uck,” he whines, “please, no, I’ll do anything.”

You sigh contentedly at the sounds of his cries as you work yourself to the edge. It was rare that a man had a fetish for receiving overstimulation; the trait was much more common in women, you found. So, when you had kissed him before and felt that desire, you knew you had to take your chance. It was occasional that people had fetishes for things they actually didn’t like in practice, but as Jimin’s teary cries turned to shocked moans, like he couldn’t believe it was feeling good again, you knew he really did want it.

“Come on, baby boy,” you pant out, “I want another.”

He sobs, hair sticking to his temples, and his hands gripping tightly on your hips in an effort to stop you. “No, I can’t, I’m going to pass out, it’s too much.”

“Pass out, then,” you taunt, I’m not getting off this sweet little cock of yours until I cum on it.”

He whines, but clearly deep inside he still has some brainpower left, for one of his hands leaves its bruising grip on your hipbone and reaches down, swiping at the front of your pussy until he finds your clit, rubbing feverishly at the sensitive bud until you’re almost at the edge.

At this point, though you’re sure he’s not even aware of it, his hips have begun rutting up against you, so you hold your climax back long enough that he returns again to the brink of orgasm, Jimin letting out an overwhelmed cry with every unconscious thrust.

He screams when he cums, and the delightful sound pushes you over the edge finally. You bat his hand away and work your clit until your finished, having mercy on his oversensitive dick.

You pull yourself off of him, feeling him fall out of you, his cock softening almost instantly on his stomach. The two of you are covered in the mess of it all, so you take the time while he’s in subspace to make your way around his small apartment, still naked, in the search of a towel or at least several tissues.

Returning with some baby wipes you found in a bathroom, you clean yourself and then him, being careful to avoid his sensitive cock as much as possible, and then you get dressed, finally sitting cross legged on the bed beside him.

You run a hand through his hair. “Are you still with me, Jiminie? Can you hear me?”

He blinks out of his daze and focuses on you above him, licking his lips and nodding slowly. After a few moments of your gentle coaxing, he sits up and drinks the glass of water you also prepared for him and then gets dressed himself, in a pair of sweatpants and a shirt instead of the clothes he originally had on.

He finishes his glass and runs a hand through his hair, staring at you in confusion. “Why… why are you being so nice to me?” he finally asks.

“I may be a demon, but I’m not an asshole,” you joke.

He sighs out blissfully. “God, that was incredible,” he confesses, “way better than I imagined it could be.”

You smile proudly and go to reply, but a sneeze stops you in your tracks. You were staring right at Jimin so you know the noise didn’t come from either of you.

Jimin isn’t as confused as you, he just huffs out angrily and stands up, walking over to his closet and throwing the door open. “What the fuck, Jungkook?”

You blink. In the closet, with a sweaty face and a lazy grin, is another boy, around the same age as Jimin, sitting on the floor amongst a pile of clothes. You try not to look at the pile of wet tissues scrunched up in his hands. You could’ve used that, you think, feeling the same disappointment a human feels when someone else enjoys the last slice of pizza instead of them. What a waste.

“What?” the boy defends, not a hint of remorse on his face. “I found the ritual online, I figured you owed me.”

“By watching me lose my virginity?” Jimin screeches.

“If you think I gave a shit what you were doing, you’d be wrong, bro.” He turns to you with a cheesy bow. “Ma’am, if I may say so, you have beautiful tits.”

You stare at him for a moment, then laugh contentedly. Just like humans, sex demons tended to get a little hangry, and you were pleased to finally be enjoying the satisfaction of a decent meal to raise your mood.

You glance back at Jimin, looking between the two boys. “My name is Y/n,” you reveal, “next time either of you are in the mood, replace the last line of the incantation with my name, and I’ll come. Hopefully in both meanings of the word.”

The boy called Jungkook sighs dreamily. “I think I’m in love.”

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fictioninmyblood · 5 years ago

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Protector of Her Heart

Chapter Six

Note: I apologize for how long it has been since I’ve updated this fic (If anybody is even reading this). I hope you like it. Constructive criticism welcome :)

Summary: Elinora is an empath’s version of Professor X, only a lot more powerful. She is an enhanced human with the ability to read the world’s emotions. Nick Fury has welcomed her into the fold, but with a fear of herself she has been quite reserved. A forced bonding night with the newly discovered Wakandan royalty brings her out of the shadows of fear and into the light of lust.

Warning: language/smut, 18+

intle yam entle - my beautiful flower

Omncinci - little one

sithandwa sam - my love

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M’Baku may have looked calm, but internally he was burning with not only his desire, but hers as well. Nora may have seen his move to the bathroom as torture but he was saving them both from bursting into flames from the fire currently pulsing in his veins. He’d felt lust and desire before, but never to this extent.

It was Nora. Whatever sexual cravings she had were breaking out of her self imposed jail, and it was mixing with his own. He felt otherworldly with how it was affecting him, like Hanuman himself had come down and taken the reins of his libido. He had to get control over himself or he was going to scare her.

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After a long cold shower he sauntered back out in nothing but a pair of black silk pajama bottoms that hung low enough to reignite whatever emotions Nora had momentarily pushed back down. M’Baku was suddenly thankful for T'Challa's recommendation for sleepwear as it worked in his favor, semi hiding his arousal and igniting hers.

Getting back into position at the apex of her thighs he sighed into her, his breath ensuring that she was in a state of awareness. “Are you ready to stop trying to control the situation and give yourself over?”

Fed up with his teasing, she let out a growl, “Would you just shut up M’Baku?! I need to cum so stop dicking around unless you intend to do so inside of me!” Nora barked back in frustration. “Just fucking uncuff me and make me cum!”

M’Baku let out a deep belly laugh. “That does not answer my question, but I rather like your answer,” M’Baku said with amusement lacing his voice. Checking the tightness of the cuffs,“I think I rather like having you in the cuffs, it ensures that the running issue you seem to have, won’t be a problem. However, you get distracted too easily so I am adding the blindfold and the only thing keeping me from gagging those beautiful lips is the fact that this is our first time together and I want to hear you scream. But make no mistake, that little outburst of yours will cost you.” He got off the bed to get a piece of leather from his traditional cloths, coming back to wrap it around her eyes gently, a misleading action to throw her off.

And that it did.

Nora was not prepared for the immediate onslaught to her pussy. In a swift motion he had her legs on his shoulders, ass molded to his hands to push her further into his face, and ate her like a starved man. He licked from her weeping hole to her pulsing clit in a figure eight motion. Everytime he worked his way back up to her clit, he flattened his tongue so that he could ease just the tip in, creating an indescribable sensation that seemed to take her by surprise each time despite his steady pace. She didn’t know how long he had been patiently repeating those simple motions, but he did not stop until she was cumming, his dedication to her pleasure setting her off. After that it was easy for him to pull one right after the other, prolonging each orgasm long enough to create a new, more powerful one each time. By the time he engulfed her clit and lapped up her nectar at the same time, she was unable to stop her screeches of pleasure.

He had broken her dam.

When she finished her third orgasm brought on by only his mouth he switched things up by focusing his tongue on her clit in a fast paced flicking motion. Inserting his forefinger and middle finger, he heightened the experience by contradicting his tongue with a slow come hither motion. Pulling away, he replaced his tongue with his thumb and held her writhing body down with his left forearm.

“Look at you opening up for me, intle yam entle. And your juices, mmmm, I could feast on you for an eternity and never yearn for another drink or morsel. Do you have one more in you? For me?”

Nora was so far gone into the web of pleasure that he had created that all she could do was hum in response.

“That is not an answer love, I need words.”

After another nonsensical moan he realized that she needed to be grounded in the moment again so he slid off the blindfold, uncuffed her hands, rubbing her wrists to increase the circulation, and grabbed her jaw.

Pulling her closer with his other hand on the small of her back, he gazed directly into those beautiful chestnut eyes, whispering, “look at me omncinci,” so low he thought she didn’t hear him until her glazed expression became a little more focused.

“I need you to cum just one more time for me and then I promise you can go to sleep. Do you think you can handle that sithandwa sam?

Not trusting her voice, Nora hummed her assent, nodding when a low growl started to spread from M’Baku’s chest to her own.

Accepting that he was going to get nothing more from her, M’Baku went back to work on dripping flower. His mouth found its way back to her clit like a magnet and his fingers found a new sensitive spot when he curled his fingers deeper.

Nora was in a cloud of bliss she had never experienced before. She briefly took note that she could feel no emotion other than ecstasy before M’Baku added a third finger, pulling her back into the cocoon of pleasure he had created just for her. It took what seemed like no time for her orgasm to build, but it’s intensity felt off to her.

She felt full. Really full.

Suddenly feeling the urge to pee, she started beating at M’Baku’s shoulders in an attempt to get him to slow down or stop. Unfortunately he barely registered her weakened blows and before she could verbally warn him that he was about to be drenched, her orgasm tore through her like a hurricane. In succession, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she dug her nails into M’Baku’s shoulders, and her body violently spasmed.

M’Baku was slightly caught by surprise when Nora squirted all over his beard and chest, but quickly latched his entire mouth around her pussy, drinking down the last of her juices. He growled into her pussy in an attempt to calm the insistent need to claim and mark Nora.

Rubbing soothing circles on her thighs until she came down from her high, M’Baku was able to study Nora. From their short time together, he had come to the conclusion that she was never this relaxed, so he took this time to admire this gem of a moment. When he saw that she was starting to come back to Earth, he started a bath for them, adding soothing bath salts and essential oils that he brought from home.

By the time Nora fully came down from her high she felt like jello. Before she could muster up the strength to move towards the bathroom, M’Baku had scooped her into his arms carrying her to the bathroom. Sitting her on the countertop, he stripped her out of his shirt, catching his first glance at her full naked form.

M’Baku couldn’t help but be enraptured by Nora’s glistening form. She looked like a goddess to him, her post-coital hair sticking to her glistening skin that smelled of sweat and sex, curves begging to be explored. Stuck in a state of awe, he couldn’t help but caress her smooth skin for a minute or two, taking in her expressions and body movements when he would touch a certain spot. If she didn’t look like she was about to pass out, he would’ve given in to his need to devour her again.

Nora was grateful for the exhaustion that had taken over, it helped her not dwell on how adoringly M’Baku was looking at her. It was like he was searching for the pieces of her soul that were buried deep down, the pieces that she shared with no one. It made her horny and anxious at the same time, which was not the best of feelings. Thankfully he provided the perfect distraction when he started stripping in front of her, keeping eye contact with that same invasive look.

By the time M’Baku was done disrobing, Nora was just as enchanted with M’Baku as he was with her.

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After their bath, which consisted of M’Baku carefully washing her and praising her, he dried and lotioned them both, opting to stay naked with her as long as possible.

Nora had been struggling to stay awake since M’Baku had started taking care of her so it was no surprise that she had fallen asleep when he put her in the reading chair while he changed the sheets. She startled awake when he lifted her back into his arms.

Yawning, she said, “You sure have an affinity for picking up extremely heavy things, don’t be mad when your arms hurt tomorrow.”

M’Baku grunted at her, not liking that she was trying to make fun of herself. After he got them settled under the covers facing each other, he said, “You are as light as your beautiful soul little one. You will never be too heavy for me.”

She shook her head and geared herself up to correct him when he pulled her flush against him to devour her mouth, consuming all of her protest.

When M’Baku felt her melt into him fully, he pulled his face away to look her in the eyes. “You are mine, and everything that is mine is blessed by Hanuman himself, including you. No more talking about yourself negatively.”

He pecked her lips with finality, signaling the end of the conversation. “Sleep on top of me?,” he asked as he moved her right thigh over his hips, maneuvering her into the desired position.

“I guess so,” Nora whispered before laying her head on his shoulder. His natural earthy tones mixed with whatever he used to moisturize calmed her into the most peaceful sleep she’d ever had.

M’Baku watched her body relax into slumber for a few minutes before he drifted as well.

Chapter Seven

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