#i can respect/appreciate what they got going on

[del-stars]

barty x sirius minific | 610 words | explicit | @ecstarry

Sirius is a very respectable young gentleman. He gets very good marks, if you didn’t know, and he actually knows how to use every single different kind of fork, and he isn’t a half-bad dance partner. Very prim and proper, if you ask him. Sirius is a—

“Fucking slut.”

Sirius is in the bed of someone who he has no business being in the bed of. He’s got no business being in the same room as Crouch, really, but it can’t be helped.

(And he isn’t in the bed, anyway; he’s bent over the side of it, which is very different, if you ask him.)

Barty has him by the hair, his hand twisting the length of it around his fist, yanked just enough to keep Sirius’ head pulled back and his neck exposed, and his— well, his trousers are still on, despite how loud he’s moaning, which makes him feel like a bit of a slag.

(He likes it, of course, the feeling-like-a-slag part. And nobody can do that like Barty.)

“Nasty fucking whore.”

Sirius moans as Barty grinds against the back of him, pressing his cock harder into the edge of the mattress. He can feel Barty straining against his own trousers, shoving his cock again and again to the curve of Sirius’ arse.

(Prim and proper boys have nice arses, mind you, and they appreciate when attention is paid to this characteristic.)

Barty pulls his hips back, and the next smack is from the base of his palm. Sirius bites his lip to try and stifle the noise that erupts from his throat.

“God, you’re such a fucking whore,” Barty half-groans. Sirius tries to nod his head and relishes in the sting across the base of his scalp. “Who would’ve thought the Black heir would be such a mindless slut?”

Sirius is needy, trying to move his hips against the mattress for friction while also pushing back to chase desperately after Barty’s hand. He’s rewarded with another hard spank, the pain radiating through his trousers and across his prim, proper arse.

“Keep moaning like that, and people are going to hear you,” Barty says, letting go of Sirius’ hair to grip his hips with both hands. He presses his cock against Sirius hard, pinning him against the mattress. Even still, Sirius tries to keep humping the bed, pathetic and desperate. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing how big of a slut you are?”

(He would, very much, which comes across in the way he digs his fingernails into the sheets and whines yes, yes, yes.)

“I bet you’d let me bend you over anywhere.”

“Yes.”

“In front of anyone.”

“Mmph, fuck, yes, Barty.”

“And let everyone know what a brainless, pathetic whore you are.”

“Please, please, please—”

“I bet you’d let anyone fuck you.”

“Anything—”

“All your little friends? Potter?”

Sirius has lost the capacity for coherent speech and answers Barty’s question with a mess of affirmative whines. Barty’s loosened the grip on his hips, letting him grind into the mattress at his own desperate pace.

“Be a good little slut and cum in your pants for me.”

Respectable gentlemen make very good little sluts, if you didn’t know, and so Sirius loses himself into the white-hot ecstasy of spilling into his own pants— and to think his mother said he could never do as he was told.

Barty’s hand lands again on his arse, and Sirius jolts. “Fucking disgusting,” he grumbles, and Sirius shudders. “Now turn around, so I can fuck your mouth.”

And, well, you know what they say about respectable young gentlemen. Sirius’ knees hit the floor.

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Mafia! BTS - What They'd Be Like with a Y/N who Is Successful

A/N: I got a request a while ago about Y/N standing up for herself like in a public space if someone bumped into her or sth even though she's always really compassionate, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the Y/N I usually write. I'm also taking a course in feminist literature and it's making me rethink everything I know about life and society btw.

Obviously this is all fiction and a safe space in any case, whatever our desires and fantasies may be, but I just wanted to put it out there that I could do some requests where Y/N is just as strong and successful (even for prompts I already did). I think it'd be interesting to see how the members' dynamics would change. If not, I've got plenty to work on :) still, let me know what you'd prefer!

Disclaimer: Regardless of whether Y/N is confident or shy or financially successful or poor, the level of her compassion, autonomy and self-determination is unquestionable. There's power in allowing others to take control as well as having the control yourself; neither represents a weakness in the character.

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Jin

I think Jin would have such a hard time when you wouldn't let him pay just like you would feel when he insisted on paying. Other than that he would be immensely proud of your success (for some reason I see Jin with someone who is in law, an attorney or a court interpreter) and how hard-working you are. Although it was hard for him to get you to relax around him as you always keep everything under control, it just made Jin appreciate it even more - that out of all people, he is the one who can make you let your guard down.

Namjoon

Needless to say, Namjoon worships you. He never thought he would meet his match but then you came along with your brilliant mind and swept him off his feet. Although you make your own money, he doesn't want you paying for anything. He loves taking care of you. You didn't let him in the beginning but accepting a gift or a beautiful dinner from Namjoon soon made you realize you weren't surrendering any of your hard-earned power. Namjoon respects your work and your desire to build your own career independent of his power and connections. Besides, there's nothing that turns him on more than seeing you on top of your game.

Yoongi

You would definitely meet through some work-related thing and seeing you take care of business would strike a cord in his heart. Much to his surprise you agreed to go out with him the first time he asked you but he soon realized you weren't settling for mediocrity and are perfectly comfortable in your own company. Getting to know you only drew Yoongi closer and although he always gave you space, whether that meant you paying for the date or driving, Yoongi always had your back.

Hoseok

A part of Hoseok might feel threatened by your business at first, not because he wouldn't wish you success but because he would feel insecure in what he could offer you. He had always taken care of his partners financially before and you were the first who didn't want (or need) it. Still, you're so clever and witty that Hoseok couldn't help but fall for you and it changed his attitude completely. When you began to let your guard down, he truly realized you trusted him with your worries and problems and that was the real way he could take care of you.

Jimin

Jimin loves it. He loves your confidence, your independence and admires your success although he also loves when you let down your guard and allow him to take care of you for once. Jimin likes it when you talk to him about work, even if it's just complaining about a lazy employee. He feels like he is a part of your world that way. You don't mind receiving presents and going on luxurious dates that Jimin pays for because he is so reassuring about you having power and money of your own. He doesn't think about it when you pay for a vacation; money isn't on his mind like that.

Taehyung

Taehyung is a lot like Jimin. His confidence knows no limit when it comes to celebrating your success. He doesn't feel threatened in the least although he is almost always the one to pay, be it a nice dinner, a flight to a luxurious resort or an extravagant accessory. When he does it, Taehyung isn't thinking about the money at all because he has more than enough of it and so do you. He is very transparent about his feelings for you and his attitude towards your career.

Jungkook

Out of all of the members, Jungkook would have the hardest time accepting how self-sufficient and hyper-independent you are. He likes to take care of his partner, not just physically but financially. It is not so much about control rather than Jungkook needing the feeling that he has a purpose. He is always thinking about how to make your life easier without compromising your sense of self. You worked hard to achieve the success you had and Jungkook respected every aspect of it. There was a lot of compromise needed from both of you to achieve a level of comfort of intimacy where neither of you felt threatened. But once you overcame that barrier, nothing could come between the two of you.

[ladykissingfish]

*Obito waking up at Kakashi's place* Obito: What the -- oh man. Bakashi! Kakashi: *sticks his head in the bedroom door* What, my dearest one? Obito: I can't move! Your dogs did it again! *Kakashi smiles; Obito is buried under a pile of Kakashi's ninken* Kakashi: You should be grateful that they love you so much. They COULD choose not to trust you, you know, what with you being a former war criminal and all ... Obito: *rolls his eyes* No need to bring that every five seconds, is there?? C'mon, help me get them to move!! Kakashi: Mm, it looks like your social skills really need polishing up. You don't just tell respected, noble ninken to "move"; you speak to them politely and ask them nicely. Obito: Seriously ... okay ... Obito: *changes voice to sound "sweeter" Obito: Please, gentlemen. It would be wonderfully appreciated if you could lift your bodies off of mine, so that I can get up and go to the bathroom. Please? Pakkun, not opening his eyes: No can do, kid. You're warm and you smell like "outside". Must be all that Hashirama tree DNA, eh? Bisuke: Not to mention the last time we let you out of here this early, you ate all the breakfast that Kakashi made before any of us could even get any. We had to eat actual dog food that morning ... disgusting. Bull, settling himself more firmly on Obito's legs: An entire two pounds of bacon. What are you, a tailed beast?? Kakashi: Mm, you know what? They've kinda got a point, love. How about you stay still and rest for another hour or so, okay? I want to eat at least some of my cinnamon buns before you scarf down the whole platter again. *leaves* Obito: *incoherent screaming as he gets buried further underneath the dog pile*

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

since you said you didn't mind. it's kind of detailed so feel free to change things and if it doesn't work platonically feel free to write it romantically!

can i request tf1 orion/optimus and d-16/megatron both being like a platonic yandere for reader who works with them? (not them being together necessarily! i saw in your pinned that you don't ship megop, i was thinking it being more along the lines of the jettwins request you did?) i can see them, back when they were orion pax and d-16, being perfectly fine with sharing especially since their interest is platonic, like they're already best friends the two of them, but then everything happens and suddenly they're bitter enemies and the problem is kind of self-evident to them both. hope this is alright, i've never requested before but i really love your stuff!

Wowzers!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ 1st platonic request!! And thank you so much for respecting my limit about Megop. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Also, I'm so sorry for answering this sooo late, life has been kicking me in the aft latelyyy.

(TFO) Yandere!Orion Pax/Optimus & Yandere!D-16/Megatron for Cybertronian!Reader (Platonic)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, platonic relationships, kind off open ending. Reader is cybertronian and gender neutral. Use of (Y/N).

You met both Orion Pax and D-16 a few cycles after you were assigned to be part of the same sector they were in, a couple of days after they started to become friends.

Both were quick to take a liking of you and become quite protective the 1st time they saw Darkwing scold you. The guard (thankfully) didn't go that harsh on you on that scolding, but didn't hold back at saying his typical 'dumb miners' insults.

As Darkwing left, Orion and D-16 were quick to approach you, and while Orion said his colorful thoughts about Darkwing, making you laugh a ittle and D-16 asked about your well being, appreciating his concern, that's when your friendship between those two bots was born.

The 1st sign of their yandere tendencies was the fact that they changed (without your consent) your shift schedules, and now you are suddenly sharing shifts as them! The day it happened you had been forced to do double shift without a previous warning and while you were dead aft tired, Orion and Dee were there to make your day bright (of course, you never found out it was them that changed your shift)

Orion Pax beings as a worshipping and obsessive yandere, a little bit passive on the last trait but you were always on his thoughts. On the other servo, D-16 begins as an overprotective yandere, always keeping his optics on you and making sure you are well, safe and sound, to the point it's kind of tiring.

But if you put aside the many times it seemed both mechs had you trapped inside of your little bubble and how they were kind of ready to throw servos at Darkwing (even knowing they would lose) - you wouldn't change your boys over anything in the whole universe.

Orion loved to spoil you, giving you an extra energon cube (ignoring your reasoning on why he shouldn't do it) and was a master at making you laugh.

D-16 was just so sweet, always knowing what to say to make your mood improve and you loved to hear him ramble about his admiration towards Megatronus.

They were like your guard dogs - didn't allow any other bot to approach you if they were deemed not good enough or if they felt they had ill intentions.

And weren't you just the best? A good listener, always eager to speak with them and pass time too, making sure they were also okay and if they got hurt in the job (or Orion got his aft kicked by Darkwing), you were all over them, scolding them and just begging quietly to be more careful next time.

You made Orion Pax's need to find a way to help his people a stronger objective in life: he wanted to see you away from the mines, from the danger, to see you thrive and shine, become whatever you wanted and be happy. Be free.

You made D-16 keep working harder - if he got that promotion, he could get better life conditions and he would get you to live with him! He would take Orion too, of course, he wouldn't leave his best friend behind, but he wanted you away from working and risking your life, giving you the deserved time to take a break and be safe. Be yourself.

... Of course, Orion Pax had to get that bright idea of joining the Iacon 5000. Without telling you, he told his plan to D-16, and of course the latter mech was quick to turn down the idea.

"Dee. just think about it! We'll prove us, miners, are something else and gain respect! We'll make our (Y/N) proud and maybe get a chance at give them a better life!"

Ah, the idea made D-16's spark skip a beat. How he wished for that to be that easy.

... and, of course, they got their afts kicked (Primus, you must have seen everything!), thrown to the medical bay and then down to sub-level 50.

On the whole journey, Orion was moved by going back home to rescue you and the others, to show the truth and bring freedom. To break you free from the imposed, abusive life-style you were forcefully given, just like him and Dee.

D-16, on the other hand, was slowly letting his wrath eat him away - all these years, his whole life - YOUR whole life - got lied in the face, casted aside, hurt and endangered. He had to avenge you, he had to bring honor to your name and make Sentinel suffer just as you had suffered, and worse.

When Orion Pax saw how D-16 was changing for the worst, something was clear in his processor. He had to get you away from Dee if he didn't step back from his destructive thoughts.

When D-16 saw how Orion Pax was starting to doubt Dee's way of thinking, something was clear in his processor. Orion would never understand, he was doing this for you, he was going to save you and no one else.

When Orion arrived back to Iacon and went to the miners, the very first thing he did was to hug you. "I mourned you!" You cried as Orion snuggled his helm against yours.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). I'm here now."

You fought along side him, and Orion the whole time tried to keep an optic on you, but when he had to deal with D-16, it was when things went south.

"He deserves to suffer!" D-16 cried in rage. "He has to suffer for everything he did to us! For everything he did to (Y/N)!"

"This is not how things must go, Dee!" Orion said, trying to stop him from killing Sentinel.

And just as you had arrived with Elita and Bee, you witnessed how D-16 managed to break free from Orion, prepared to shoot his canon at the false Prime and Orion got in the way. You heard D-16's pain as he held Orion from falling into the Well of the Allspark... and you saw him let go of the other. You wailed in horror and if it hadn't been for Elita and Bee, you would have thrown yourself to try and get Orion, going directly to your own death, too.

You saw D-16 become Megatron, killing with such brutality the false prime. You saw how the known bots cheered for him and chimed his new designation.

"... (Y/N), we are finally get our revenge. We are finally free." He whispered, looking at you with those burning red optics of his. And as he ordered his followers to destroy everything, he was about going to go after you to take you away from everything, but both Elita and Bee got in the way.

And then Orion - no... Optimus Prime was back. And the moment he saw the fear and hope in your optics, he didn't hesitate to fight Megatron. And while they fought... something in you broke.

What happened to the D-16 you knew? What happened to the Orion Pax you knew? Your best friends, the mechs you knew you could trust and hope to live your life by their side, to get their blessing on whatever bot decided to be your conjux endura and keep passing many days and nights living your little own adventures and working hard together or gaining a better life... what happened to them?

Despair was slowly eating you from the inside.

Orion Pax died out of your reach and D-16 died somewhere you would never see him. And there were two unknown mechs that had their faces, voices and shape. Your best friends wouldn't fight each other, aiming to destroy the other, hurting each other as if two enemies from many centuries. Your best friends... what happened to them?

Deep inside of your sorrowful spark, you knew something. Whoever won, whoever managed to make the other stand back, would define your future.

The weight of Orion's dead spark and D-16's faded spark felt heavy in your chestplate as you saw Optimus Prime and Megatron fight. in their optics shining brightly their sole objective: To win and save you.

I hope you liked it! NGL rn I'm suffering a burnout from my workplace, I am suffering fatigue, but writing this brought my mood up! I hope I did it okay. (❁´◡`❁) Vhaos out!

[fafodill]

What are your top five Severus Snape headcanons?

(Feel free to add more)

Aaah thank you for such a lovely ask, I have quite a few but I'd say my top 5 are :

He's autistic. For me his social awkwardness and his very clear special interests read as neurodivergent traits. Ofc he was raised in an poor abusive home as an only child which didn't help him socialize normally but I always found 'odd' how much he seemed to have struggled making friends at Hogwarts. Figuring out in his mid-teens how to finally blend with people reminds me of an autistic person figuring out the weird rules of society. He's clearly highly intelligent and I can imagine his talent as a spy coming from his capacity to observe other people and be whatever they need him to be, which reminds me a lot of masking. Also I imagine him not being very expressive (he has such a resting bitch face mood) and liking having a clear routine. Like, let him have his coffee and breakfast every morning the exact same way, sitting in the exact same spot, reading his newspaper. He'd make a scene in the staff room if they were to move his armchair by the window. It was perfectly well there, don't you dare move it.

He smokes. He picked up the habit when he was 14, in Spinner's end, while hanging out once with other kids from the neighborhood. He doesn't smoke often but as he's so stressed all the time, especially at the end of terms at Hogwarts (he's so overworked), he takes smoking break. A few members of the staff are aware of it but he doesn't like people knowing.

He gets along really well with Minerva. They have a lot of mutual respect for each other, both being hard-working and having strong sets of values (even if they disagree). They have a strong friendship, though it come across as professional, and an unspoken mother-son bond. They never addressed it, though when he started teaching at Hogwarts and fell hard in depression after Lily's death, Minerva was the one who helped him the most in a strangely maternal way. She also knew he had lost his mother and even though he absolutely refused to talk about it (maybe it happened once), she knew he was going through a lot. She's the only one who ever saw him cry, once, during that period. She's also the only one who addressed the fact that they should have done something about James and Sirius back then. He didn't comment on it but deep down he appreciated it. Also they take smoke breaks together.

About his body: he's got a mole on his cheek. I just think it suits him well. He's got quite a few on his body. I don't see him having many scars tbh. I know a lot of people imagine him covered in it from his DE time or his father. I think he has a few from his father (the belt didn't leave much mark, maybe one or two but it's very hard to see) but the cigarette buds on his arm are quite visible. Other than that, I imagine him having very soft, delicate skin.

He's got a dirty mouth. Again, that's from his upgringing in Spinner's End. His father was very bad mouthed, and I think that when his mother was pissed she might have been a bit too. Also everyone outside was spitting out the worst vulgar shit you could imagine. He's not proud of it as it reminds him of his childhood and he tried his best suppress it and look posh but deep down... he's just a very bad-mouthed kid. And he swears like a sailor when he's furious or - especially - when he hurts himself. I read a fic once where he had to have his bones mended in the infirmary when he was a student (thanks JP) and Mrs Pomfrey was the only one who knew about this as it had happened quite a few times already. And it was all "cock-sucking-motherfucker-mmmAAHHGH" and I loved it sm I think it happened ONCE in front of the students when he had to save a someone from a badly bubbling cauldron and got burnt HARD and he started shouting a few insults but stopped himself very quickly. It was quite the talk for a few months.

I could add much more but these are the ones I could think of at the top of my head !

Bonus one : he hates corn. Don't ask me why, I just decided (well because the first time we ever see him in the first movie, he has a PLATE OF CORN in front of him and I don't know, I just cannot picture him eating corn, it looks so stupid in my head and I just randomly decided he didn't like that lol)(but maybe I should do a hc post with foods/drinks he likes, waddaya think ?)

[dilfdater420]

can you do like a one shot or just some head canons of cecil with a hero reader? idk if you do specific powers, but if you do the reader has like wanda/ scarlet witch powers 🤔

Heya! Of course I can

Before I get into the details I just wanted to thank you for your request. This is my first ask ever and I’m grateful that I get to do something I’ve always wanted but never got the chance. Much appreciated, and if you’re reading this feel free to request as well. I love requests and I love writing!!

Getting to your actual request, my knowledge on Wanda is limited as I have the slightest memory of what her powers were. I just know that they were crazy powerful! So as to respect your request and my love for making my writings as open as possible, I’ll just do a really strong reader!

#dilfdater420 : Cecil Stedman x an gender neutral uber powerful reader. non-specific. this is a headcanon post with a little drabble at the end like a cherry on top. hope you enjoy, please request for more!

Cecil is constantly worried you might die.

Everyone’s eyes are constantly on you, watching for a mishap, a sudden blunder, something to exploit. To kill you with. Even if you’ve never lost a fight, he knows people are looking for a way to be your first loss.

You’re a target under his care, dating or not. He must do what he can to protect you, but maybe with the added pressure of love, this protective grip can be a little tight.

This looks a lot like tracking your every mistake, debriefing on everything that went wrong on missions as to not make the same misstep twice, and training the he’ll put you in is based on the intel he’s gathered.

He even has a small committee dedicated to finding every fault in your system, he’s meticulous.

Training is not only what debriefs are like, but him making you actively relive blunders through simulations, strength and endurance training, and the like. You could be about to lose consciousness, and he’d tell you to keep going goddammit! We’re pushing new limits here, this isn’t grade school! Go further or go home! Either that or he’d give you a small break and then a pat on the back to push you back out.

Of course, the relationship you two have is frayed because of this. One screaming match turned heart to heart finally cleared some of the air between his actions and his intent.

Cecil loves you, unquantifiably so. And with that he worries, a world without you is a world he doesn’t want. He needs to know that he doesn’t have to worry about you, that you have no margins for error.

Despite this, the obvious answer is that what he seeks is not possible.

Now depending on the reader, this argument could be “too little too late” or the “saving grace”.

If you’re a “saving grace” reader, things get better for the relationship.

Cecil is coming to terms with the fact that some circumstances must be left uncertain. No matter how much it aches him, he’s starting to learn how to trust in uncertainty, and more importantly, you. He’s learning the art of “trusting the process”.

There’s a little more lovey dovey, a lot less control. It’s nice, it’s breathable, it’s brings you both peace.

—

“___” is a placeholder for your name btw I just don’t like Y/N for some reason

You were running towards the battlefield, your hips swayed atypically, vision ebbing in and out of focus, weighted breath. You hadn’t slept since Monday, it was Thursday today. Or at least you thought it was.

Cecil watched you closely. You were with the Guardians, helping to save a bank from being robbed by the Mauler Twins. It was easy with the Mauler Twins, always easy, this time it sure didn’t seem easy. You weren’t as sharp as you were, making error after error while his anger grew. He knew you knew that fact, feeling your famous confidence get etched away.

After the encounter, Cecil eyed you as you walked back to the GDA. You needed to talk to him apparently.

“Hey,” you address him, walking into his office.

His eyes continued their relentless dig. “Dont hey me, you look a mess. What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, I—“

“There’s no “sorry” in this ___, those two idiots damn near beat cha’ to a pulp. You better thank the guardians for helping ya’ keep your winning streak or so help me.” He was so mad his facade was cracking.

You inhaled. “I mean do you know how many people saw that? Over four million on national news!”

“Cecil,” you sigh

“Ya’ need to realize the influence you have as Earth’s greatest hero—“

“Cecil.” A little louder…

“—If people are seriously led to thinking we’re susceptible, our enemies could get bolder!”

“Cecil..!” Louder…

“They could make an attempt on yer life goddamnit I could lose you! The world doesn’t need that! Ya’ need to be better!”

“Cecil!” Loudest. This got his attention

“WHAT?!”

“Fuck you.”

In his disbelief, you walk out the door of his office, going to take the nap you deserve whether he liked it or not.

Hard to tell if his love was just an affinity to what you’ve been reduced to, an emotional punching bag.

Sorry if this kinda sucks I’m operating on like half sleep and my beta reading doesn’t work until I’m like, 6 hours post fanfic writing and I refuse to wait that long. Gimme thoughts in your reblogs and comments!

Much love and thanks <3

[softnwonderful]

SFW Alphabet: Echo - The Bad Batch

Pairing: Echo x Gn!Reader Word Count: 3.2k Rating: General Audience Warning: mention of break up, kissing and cuddling, insecurities and negative thoughts, bad eating habits and sleep disorders. (let me know if I should add something)

Author's Note: Not really sure everything is on character but, oh well, that's what fiction is for.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

Oh, he’s the sweetest in the most subtle ways possible, even if his ways of showing love are more emotional than physical. Quality time is very important for him, so you two always plan things to do together in between missions. They don’t even need to be big and elaborate activities, sometimes having a nice dinner and then going for a walk under the night sky is more than enough. He will also listen to you talk about anything for hours, and he won’t just sit there and blackly stare at you, he’ll ask questions, give you his advice and engage in conversation in a way that shows you he cares; his goal is to make you feel heard and understood by acknowledging your aspirations, likes and opinions the way you do with him. There’s nothing more important to him than getting to know you over and over again.  

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) 

He’s rather an introvert person, so if you’re planning on being friends with him, you’re going to have to approach him first. The only other alternative would be that the rest of the Batch somehow realizes he’s interested in you and they decide to do the talking for him to help him out with introductions. In any case, it’ll take a while for him to open up and become comfortable with the relationship. Now, once he decides that you are trustworthy and begins to unfold, you better take really good care of that trust.  

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) 

He’s pretty hesitant about it. He doesn’t dislike the idea, it’s somewhat the opposite of that; he sees it as such an intimate thing to do with someone, that he shies away from the vulnerability that goes with it. It makes him feel exposed in a way that scares him, because letting your guard down comes with the risk of getting hurt, and he’s been through a lot already and suffered more than enough. However, if you are patient with him (trust me it’ll take a while) and respect his boundaries, the comfort of feeling loved will win over the fear of getting hurt and he’ll give in to your touch.  

Eventually you’ll find out that he absolutely adores being the little spoon.  

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) 

He honestly never even considered settling down as an option, until he met you, that is. With such a dangerous lifestyle as a trooper first and a rebel second, the probabilities of falling in love with someone willing to risk it all to live by his side seemed super low. But the moment you two got together he realized that maybe settling down didn’t look the same for everyone. He learned to appreciate the domesticity in the little things: The smell of the cheap coffee you had for breakfast every morning, your clothes scattered all over the room you both shared, the warmth you left on your side of the bed when you woke up earlier than him.  

When it comes to the house chores, he’s always willing to help in anything he can, but of course some things are more difficult for him; his scomp link is not necessarily practical for doing stuff like dishes or folding laundry. However, he does enjoy cooking and doing general cleaning a fair amount, so he usually takes care of that.  

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

He wouldn’t, at least not right away. Whatever the situation was that led to him even considering the idea of a break up, he would let it linger, desperately hoping it would work itself out over time and eventually things would go back to normal. But of course it didn’t, because that’s just not how relationships work. You might have tried talking it out over and over again without really finding a long-term solution to the problem, and now you both find yourself ignoring the elephant in the room, delaying an inevitable end.  

He’s pretty bad at good byes, but he’s also the most mature of the Batch, so once you split it’ll be in really good terms with just the right amount of talking to clear things out. But you will be left with an extremely bitter sweet feeling inside and you should know you won’t be seeing each other in a pretty long time, that’s the one thing he asked from you; having you around would hurt too much and he needs time to heal.  

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) 

In case you haven’t noticed yet: he’s BIG on commitment. He’s never been in a relationship before meeting you, and that’s mainly because he “dates to marry”, except he doesn’t really care much for marriage as a concept, so it’s more like a “dates to live happily ever after without necessarily being legally bonded to each other because that would be counterproductive with them being deserters wanted by the empire and all that” kind of situation.  

The point is that, if he chose you as a partner is because he’s serious about it. So serious that he had to stop himself from proposing to you withing the first few weeks of being together, he was about to do it, but after a brief talk with his brothers they convinced him to at least wait a few months (to be fair he was in love with you way before asking you out, so it was not necessarily an impulsive decision).  

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

Super. He’s gentle and deliberate with both he’s actions and words, he might be a little bitchy towards some of his brothers sometimes, but never to you. He’s a very introspective person, so he’s used to thinking before speaking and choosing his words carefully.  

After Skako Minor it took him a while to get used to his prosthesis and was pretty reluctant to let other in his personal space; he was scared to somehow lose control of his new limbs and accidentally hurt them. And even has he got more use to them and gained confidence, he remained determined to be extra careful with them. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

I think we’ve already established how he feels about physical touch: it’s not a matter of like but rather a matter of trust. So even though he pretty much never hugs anyone, with you and his brother he makes some exceptions. When it comes to the rest of the Batch, he’s not affectionate but will tolerate a hug if they initiate it (Wrecker, we are talking almost exclusively about Wrecker). But when it comes to you, he’ll go as far as to stand very close to your body and wait for you to get the hint. Once you do and wrap your arms around him, he will reciprocate (big step).  

He does have a tendency to be a lot more loving in the morning; when he hasn’t fully woken up yet, still wearing any loose clothes he slept with and the warmth of the bed stays lingering on his body. He likes to drag his feet around the Marauder with drooping eyelids until he finds you in the kitchen, so he can hug you from behind until you finish making breakfast.  

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) 

We already talked about how, when it comes to relationships, he goes all in. But in this case is a little different for two reasons: first he's more of an "actions are louder than words" type of person, so he'll prove you that he loves you before he ever put’s it into words. And second, even if he is dying to tell you how much he loves you (I mean, the man would’ve proposed to you in a matter of weeks if it weren’t for his brothers) he’d probably chose to put it in different words. Saying things like “I’m crazy about you” or “I can’t get enough of you” seam more devoted and genuine to him than just repeating the same three words over and over again.  

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) 

Ok so, Jealousy is a complex emotion that comes from insecurities: you see something that makes you self-conscious, you feel sad or even scared, that turns into anger and you project that anger onto yourself, your partner or a third person involved. Echo gets stuck in the “sad” stage.  

It doesn’t happen that often, but when it does, he internalizes it. All the negative voices in his head try to convince him that he's not good enough for you; that you’d be better off with anybody else. He tends to go very quiet when those feelings cloud his thoughts, but you’ve learned not to force him out of that headspace and give him time, you know he’ll reach out when he’s ready to talk. Of course, when that eventually happens, you’ll make sure to shower him in as many praises as you can come up with to wash away every single insecurity that lingers in his mind.  

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) 

Such a tender kisser, he likes to take his time. He rarely goes for rough or hungry kisses, but he does love intense long make out sessions along with some cuddling. He also tends to leave soft pecks all over your face: your forehead, temples and cheekbones are his favorites.  

You’ve recently noticed that, even though he’s very responsive to kisses all along his body, there’s a spot that’s especially sensitive: his collarbones. Every single time your lips start descending down his neck, his breath gets caught in a whine the moment they caress that particular place. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

He usually loves them... from afar. Nothing personal, he’s actually surprisingly good at taking care of them if he has to, it’s just that they don’t tend to be really good at respecting personal space or general boundaries, and it takes energy away from him to put up with that; he still things they’re adorable though.  

He also never really considered starting a family himself, but if he gave him some thought it probably wouldn’t seem like the best idea, at least not until war is over and he’d successfully settled down in a safe place to raise your kids. And even so, he’s already been a parental figure for Omega and the entirety of the Batch for a long time, so he might have had enough of it by now.  

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) 

Ok this is getting long so let's make the answers shorter 

When you’re not in a rush because of some mission, he likes to take his time and let his body wake up on its own. Still, he doesn’t tend to sleep till late. Even before he opens his eyes, he reaches out looking for your presence by his side, if you didn’t wake up spooning already. He likes to cuddle for a few minutes, snuggle until his body stops feeling so heavy, to then let you go so one of you can get up and prepare breakfast.  

N = Night (How are nights spent with them) 

Getting ready for bed, off course. Usually, you get enough action during the day with some new job or helping around the island, so the moment the sun begins to hide, the weight of the working day sets on his shoulders. All he can think about as soon as he takes a step on the ship, is to take of his armor so you can help him clean and oil up his joints before getting to bed.  

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

At first, he won't share anything about himself, just the bare minimum. But as you gain his trust, he'll begin to reveal more. As soon as he begins to tell some anecdote about his past it feels like when a butterfly lands on you; you hold your breath, too worried to scare it away and ruin an unusual moment. And whatever que tells you, you’ll cherish that memory for the rest of your life.  

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) 

He’s the second most patient of the Batch, after Hunter. He might have specific people he’s less tolerant towards, but generally speaking not many things get to his nerves enough to get an aggressive reaction out of him. The one thing that never fail to rile him up is injustice or anything related to it (and someone hurting his loved ones).  

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

Oh, he’ll remember; he’ll remember stuff even you forgot about yourself. He's pretty observant in general, so he even recalls details that you didn’t explicitly tell him, like your usual order when you eat out or your preference in books (he tends to use this knowledge to surprise you with small presents or a ready meal after a long day even if it not a special date or anything).  

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) 

Inspired by @leenathegreengirl’s art

It happened during your first month on Pabu, and the town was organizing an annual festivity. It included typical dishes, decoration and dances of the island. All of you had to dress accordingly as a sign of respect to their culture and so you had to asked for borrowed clothes. You weren’t together yet and Echo thought that night was perfect to finally ask you if he could be your boyfriend. Neither of you had seen each other wearing anything that wasn’t your usual armor before, so when his eyes landed on your body looking so elegant and graceful, he got so shy he almost backed down from the proposal. 

He ultimately did it. First, he asked you for a dance, and when the music slowed down, he leaned your bodies together to whisper the question into your ear. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)  

He knows you well enough to be aware of your loyalty and abilities, so honestly, he doesn’t feel the need to protect you much. Of course, he gets anxious when you get yourself into a particularly dangerous situation, but he’ll never get in the way unless you ask for help or are in obvious distress.  

As for him, he expects the same treatment in return, though he wouldn’t mind you being a little protective.  

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

As much as he can in each context. If he has time and resources to plan a nice date, he’ll take care of every detail, make sure dinner is ready and get you a little present to go with it. But even in situations where you cannot give yourself such pleasures, he’ll try his best to make you feel as loved as possible.  

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

He neglects his diet a lot. It’s not like he does it on purpose or anything, he just forgets to eat sometimes. He may not even realize how long it’s been since his last meal until his hunger turns almost debilitating. It hasn’t reached the point of having big consequences on his health, but you still worry about him; so you’re determined to share as many meals as possible to hopefully check up on him. He seems to be doing a lot better.  

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) 

Tries his best not to think about it too much, but it's not that simple. He became quite insecure about his appearance after Skako Minor, adapting to a body that didn’t feel like it belonged to him was not easy, and it was hard for him to recognize his own reflection sometimes. With time he got used to it and his perception of himself improved, regaining some confidence and not thinking so much about his looks.  

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) 

Absolutely. If he were to lose you, he’d probably fall in a depressive pit for a while, those that leave you feeling empty even after you got out of it. It would take a long time, and support from his brothers, for him to be fully functional again.  

(i don’t feel like getting much into it tbh)  

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) 

He watches holonet soap operas for the drama only, picked up gardening during their time on Pabu and his spirit animal is a raven.  

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) 

Some general thing he doesn’t like are: medical equipment, sand (it gets in his joints), cold weather, snakes or any other reptiles, spicy food, also not the best fan of darkness.  

He cannot stand superficial people or those without a sense of justice. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) 

(i now realize i might have misunderstood the prompt?) 

His sleeping habits are messy to say the least. Insomnia, sleep paralysis, night terrors, you name it. Poor Echo has suffered from sleep disorders pretty much since war started, and they only got worst since Skako Minor happened. They come and go with time, but they never fully disappear, he might have a few days or up to a week with not many interruptions but they eventually come back. Luckly you two discovered that sharing a bed helps a lot, your warmth and presence by his side serves as an anchor that allow him to let his guard down a little. But even if that doesn’t do it, he knows you’ll be there to hug him through the early morning hours when he can’t sleep a wink or to comfort him when he wakes up in the middle of the night after a bad dream.  

That's it for now, let me know if you'd like me to write any other character. Likes and comments are always appreciated!

[geicogaming]

worst feeling is knowing a mashup tourney character just wont click for you no matter how many times you listen to em

[invinciblevalentine]

hojo pisses me tf off. Like yeah yeah human rights violations unethical science blah blah blah HAVE WE CONSIDERED THE DAMAGE HE’S BEEN DOING TO THE FF7 SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY????

Listen he’d be a morally grey character if his work led to reproducible results that could benefit the rest of humanity but GOOD GAIA does he not even do that.

his sample sizes are SHIT. his experimental design is SHIT. his documentation is SHIT. his biases are VISIBLE. I’m astral projecting into the ff7 universe just to strangle this man and take away whatever diploma he got bc clearly he hired someone to do his PhD for him.

AND HE INSPIRED SO MANY TO FOLLOW IN HIS SHITTY SHITTY FOOTSTEPS. like the only two things we could even marginally call reproducible is his work in making the SOLDIER program and Fuhitos attempt to replicate it with his RAVENs. and even then there were no improvements on the procedure or attempts to create a procedure that left the patients in better health.

which is a CRIMINALLY STUPID THING TO DO TO YOUR GIANT SUPER SOLDIER ARMY. WYM THAT INSANITY IS JUST A POSSIBLE SIDE EFFECT?????

an argument could be made that we just don’t SEE hojos documentation and shit bc we’re playing through the eyes of people who don’t know all that shit.

HOWEVER. if hojo was actually doing any of that he’d have spotted the degradation problem in his animal models first.

BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK JUMPS YO HUMAN SUBJECTS??? ITS NOT JUST UNETHICAL ITS EXTREMWLY EXPENSIVE TO MAINTAIN THE WELLBEING OF AND ACQUIRE A WHOLE HUMAN PERSON.

if he’d started with, like, mouse models to demonstrate how mako treatments affect mammals, he’d have gotten so much more work done and achieved more reliable results. WITH A FRACTION OF THE COST.

BUT NOOOOOOOOOO. APPARENTLY SHINRA SHITS MONEY SO WHO CARES ABOUT SAMPLE SIZES AND STATISTICAL TESTS AND REPRODUCIBLE RESULTS!!

HOJO IS A HACK AND A FRAUD AND A SHIT SCIENTIST TO BOOT. WATCH YOUR BACK BITCH YOUVE HOED YOUR LAST JO.

[starbuck]

“i like this thing…” cool, that’s great! me too!

“… in the later parts when it got better!” FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[pizzazz-party]

trying to formulate my opinions on The Spot by holding my sister as a captive audience while i loudly rant around her apartment

[orcelito]

From what I can tell, ITNL is the only committed longfic time travel au for vashwood. Which is a Little strange to me, coming from p5 fandom where it feels like every other longfic is a NG+ au (not a bad thing, it's just very common)

And me sitting here like. Is there really... no one else doing one like this?

Makes me even more dedicated to what I'm doing lol

[frogshipping]

Character Discussion: Goku and Chi-chi (in my selfship universe)

I've been wanting to talk about this for a while, because the relationship between these characters does hold some significance, even though Goku eventually ends up with Viti

Goku and Chi-chi in my selfship universe, as in canon, ended up together because Goku promised that they would get married when they grew up (even if he didn't know what it meant). Chi-chi's infatuation with Goku is one sided. She truly was and is romantically in love with him. Goku on the other hand has never felt romantic attraction towards anyone, at least not until Viti comes along. But that isn't to say he never loved his wife. On the contrary, he loves her very much, but it's the sort of love that blooms over years of knowing someone and raising a child together. He loves her, but has never been in love with her.

Everything up until the Buu saga goes exactly the same in my selfship universe. Including Goku's sacrifice during the Cell Games. By the time Viti comes into the picture, Goku's been dead for 7 years, and is only back on earth for a day to participate in the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai. Chi-chi (like in canon) is excited to see her husband after so long. But when they finally come face to face, there's a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. Goku looks exactly the same as he had when he died, though radiating a stronger aura. He's very healthy and happy for a dead person, though still as unserious as ever. Chi-chi, on the other hand, has changed. She's been a single widowed mother of 2 for nearly a decade now, raising one son solo from birth. She's depressed; worn down and tired. Her body aches more than it used to. She has a few more wrinkles than she did before (though she's luckily in better shape since she's been training Goten). And she was even more heartset than ever to live a peaceful, normal life with her family.

Chi-chi feels like an almost entirely different person than she had when her beloved husband passed, even moreso than when they'd first married. Yet, somehow, she expected them to come back together seamlessly. But the difference--the distance-- between them is noticeable. The 7 years apart sits between her and Goku like an invisible chasm. They're almost like aquatinces with each other, maybe even strangers. Still, Chi-chi tries to ignore that and make the most of the day they have together. But not much comes from it.

Goku, as always, is focused on fighting. He's too busy catching up with the other Z Fighters and getting warmed up to give much attention to Chi-chi after their reintroduction. Worse, Goku makes a new friend during the tournament. They look very different from any of the women in Goku's life. They're short and stout, with weird green eyes, and short delinquent blonde hair. They look younger too, maybe by about a decade, compared to the Sons. Yet she's got all of Goku's attention for a good long while. Too long, for Chi-chi's liking, and she begins to grow worried her greatest fear might come true, that Goku is going to leave her for someone younger and prettier (even though Viti doesn't fit the standard of attractiveness.). Goku on the other hand is simply intrigued by this new, surprisingly strong stranger that's suddenly popped into existence.

Chi-chi is so caught up in her that fear and jealousy that she doesn't acknowledge the distance between her and Goku. She doesn't reconize her life goals don't line up with his. He wants to get stronger and go on adventures, especially after he's resurrected. He doesn't mind having people tag along, but certainly doesn't want to be bogged down with jobs or ordinary life. Meanwhile, Chi-chi wants her family to finally be normal, without anymore fighting or death. She willfully ignores her main marital troubles, and instead insists Viti is to blame.

Chi-chi's feeling grows during the Buu saga and after, when Goku and Viti start to train together and hang out. One day, about 2 or 3 years into their friendship, they go to do some intense training in the Room of Spirit and Time. Chi-chi, although unhappy about it, eventually accepts this arrangement after arguing a while with Goku.

Vegeta visits Chi-chi that day, spouting how inappropriate he thought it was (out of his own jealousy, but that's a character discussion for another time.). He reminded Chi-chi that a day outside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was the equivalent of a year inside, and who knew what could happen in that amount of time. This triggers some paranoia in Chi-chi. When Goku comes home the next day, she insists Goku cease all contact with Viti, since she was coming between their marriage. Goku is clueless as to what she's talking about but after a few days, out of love and loyalty to her, he agrees to stop being around Viti.

Chi-chi was certain her feelings of distance with her husband would dissipate after that. Life goes back to normal. They get back into a routine, and Chi-chi even manages to convince Goku to take on a few jobs. He farms, and works part time as Hercule Satan's bodyguard. The family finally has a decent income flowing in. Goku is present more often. It's everything Chi-chi ever wanted. But it's a daily battle of arguments and Goku whining. Chi-chi's depression doesn't get much better, and some days it feels even worse with Goku's presence. He feels more like a third child in the house than a supportive husband. She starts to long for the days she didn't have to worry about him crawling home injured from spars, or from him dragging their sons off who-knows-where, especially when they need to study.

Goku is feeling miserable, too. He hates working two jobs. He doesn't have as much time to keep up his training regimen as before. Chi-chi is constantly yelling at him over the smallest things, and he feels he gets in her way more than anything. They tried to be intimate again, but after time it felt more exhausting for both of them than anything else. But Goku wants Chi-chi to be happy, and does his best to do what is asked of him. It's the least he could do to make up for being away for so long.

After a year, Goku starts to spend time with Viti again. Yet by this pont, him doing so brings Chi-chi a bit of relief. She realizes that having space from Goku brings her more joy than having him home. It's during the day when he's away working or training that Chi-chi takes time to think about her current life situation. And eventually, she comes to the conclusion that she enjoyed being a single mother more thn thecwofe of an absent husband.

Goku and Chi-chi have a talk one night, once she's taken time to think about all that's transpired over the past 10 years. They talk about everything they both wish to accomplish, and where their lives together are at. They try to figure out if there's some sort of compromise, if one of them can change or sacrifice something to make the other's life more tolerable. But they can't, they're both too stubborn to change what happiness they seek. They come to an agreement that perhaps they're better off going their separate ways instead. Both Chi-chi and Goku are heartbroken to make this choice. They've been together since they were young. They love each other, even if it's never been a traditional sort of love. But love isn't always enough. They accept that, and their pair divorce amicably.

In the years following, Chi-chi comes to terms with the end of her marriage. She enjoys her single life with her boys, and new baby granddaughter. She doesn't have to stay awake at night wondering if her husband will come home. She doesn't have to argue beyond typical spats a mother can have with a mischievous son. She can go on dates, and live like a normal human woman. Meanwhile Goku gets all the time in the world to train. He gets to travel for weeks or even months on end without having to worry about someone at home being mad at him. He even eventually comes to find new and true romantic love with Viti, after a long time grieving the end of his marriage. They love to go on adventures, and seeks to get strong just as he does. Goku finally has someone who understands. And Chi-chi finally has some peace.

[classyrbf]

SHE SAID IT'S HER FIRST TIME! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...older bf!nanami finds out he’s your first time and he intends to make it very special

INFO...older bf!nanami x virgin fem!reader, age gap (earlier 20s, early 30s), virginity loss, consent checks, praise, nipple sucking, fingering, pussy eating, penetration, slight blood, slight crying, creampie, nanami grows kinda feral, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Having Nanami as an older boyfriend was such a joy. The maturity, thoughtfulness, communication, love, commitment, and patience you received from him was more than you could have ever asked for. You were always so open with him, telling him everything and just being the annoying girl friend you were. But, there is one thing that you’ve kept hidden for the last six months of your relationship.

Every time things got heated between you Nanami while making out or getting handsy, you always backed out last minute telling him that you “weren’t ready” and he always understood and respected your boundaries. Though, you are ready. If you were to lose your virginity to anyone you’d want it to be your sweet loving boyfriend. But voices in the back of your head start to make you overthink, wonder if he’ll even want you anymore if you confess to him.

It isn’t until you’re here on his bed, hands tangled in his hair while kiss him slowly, passionately. His hands are roaming all over your body, still careful to be respectful. You’re pushing into him, smiling in between kisses. “Have I ever told you how much of an amazing kisser you are?” He chuckles, peppering kisses along your jawline.

A blissful sigh escapes your lips before you answer, “no.” You shake your head, his lips traveling lower down to your neck. Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, enjoying the moment. His tongue glides along the skin of your neck, gently sucking and kissing, earning little whimpers from you as a reward. His hand grabs at your leg, hooking in over his waist as he pushes his hips into you.

Your breathing grows shallow, heart beating frantically against your ribcage. You gulp, feeling things grow more intense with each passing second before you push Nanami away. “I’m sorry, Kento, I just—”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I understand you want to take your time with this kind of thing.” He gently grabs your hand, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. His brows furrowed as he studies your features, eyes wandering every where else but into his. “What’s wrong, hm? You know you can talk to me,” he says in the most smooth voice, one that makes you wanna spill every secret. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. “Sweetheart?” He draws out the pet name, he knows something is on your mind.

“Ken, I feel bad for keeping this from you for so long, but,” you sigh, fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt, “I’m a…virgin.” You finally look in his eyes, clenching your jaw. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, ears ringing loudly it almost drowns out your heart beat.

His lips part, eyes widening at your words. Deafening silence falls upon you like a tidal wave and you feel the embarrassment rush in. “Fuck,” you whisper, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything I…I’m just gonna go.” You quickly scramble to your feet, grabbing your sweater from off of his bedroom floor. Maybe those voices in your head were right. Why would a man like Kento want anything to do with an inexperienced girl like you, compared to a woman who would know how to please him, give him a what he wants.

Just as you were about to walk out his bedroom, you feel a tug at your arm pulling you back until you hit his broad chest. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking at you. “I never said to leave, sweetheart.” He walks you back over to the bed, taking your sweater from your hands and placing it on the back of his chair. You sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for the next words to leave his mouth. Eyes follow his every movement, watching the way he walks over to you and kneels down in front you, grabbing your hands in his. “Look at me.” And you do, eventually, meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

You find it hard to speak, to even get a peep out. Nerves are shot and it feels like your stomach is twisting in knots. “I just thought that—”

“That I’d be upset you’re a virgin?” He asked, putting it all out there. You nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “Sweetheart,” he chuckles, flashing a smile at you, “you’re too cute for your own good.” He caresses your cheek. “No wonder you’ve been so nervous each time we’ve made out.” He licks his lips, taking a deep breath in before speaking again, “listen, we don’t have to rush into anything. You should’ve just told me, but I understand your feelings.”

You blink a couple of times, your heart rate finally drops, feeling more comfortable with the situation. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders, and even more importantly, you were glad Nanami took it so well. “But, I am ready.” You look away from him.

“What?” His brows furrowed, confusion written on his face.

“I’ve been ready, just been scared, nervous…I don’t know.” You shrug, your voice getting quieter with each word you say.

His hand comes up to your cheek, gently cupping it as he directs your gaze back towards him for the millionth time. “Are you asking me to be your first?” He asks in such a gentle tone, eyes carrying a look of adoration in them. Sheepishly, you nod.

“Always wanted it to be you, Ken. You’re so kind to me, and so patient,” you admit.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, “I’d love nothing more than to be your first.” He kisses the top of your hand, soft lip pressing against your skin as he stares into your eyes. “We’ll go at your pace, yeah?” He smirks.

Everything in you is telling you to pounce on this man and go at it like animals with how he was treating you. It only made him a hundred more times attractive than he already was. Your lips find his as you both fall back onto the bed, resuming the make out session from minutes ago, only this time it’ll actually lead somewhere. The kisses felt more feverish, more passionate, something that’d you been craving this entire time.

“Can I take your clothes off?” He asked, placing a kiss to your jaw. “I’ll take mine off too.”

“Yeah.” You nod, feeling his hands tug at the hem of your shirt. The fabric slipped over your head, your first instinct was to cover your chest, feeling completely vulnerable in this position. His hands carefully undid your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, discarding the items of clothing on the wood floor. You covered yourself up, shutting your legs and holding your chest.

As you watched him get undressed, your eyes landed upon the obvious tent in his shorts, leaving you turned on. His body seemed liked it was carved from the gods, toned biceps, shredded six pack. He looked like he could just easily toss you around, put in whatever position he wanted. Not to mention, you could see how big he was through his boxers, your nerves starting to wrack up again as you began to wonder if it’d even fit. And once he pulled them down, your eyes widened and worry flooded your face.

Nanami let out a light laugh at the look on your face. “What’s the matter?” He asked, rubbing his hands over your thighs.

“Do you think it’ll fit? It’s just…really big, Ken.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander. He was thick, and slightly long, which is reasonable excuse for your worry.

“It might hurt a little, sweetheart, but that’s why I need to prepare you, yeah? Make it feel good for my sweet girl. Now, don’t hide yourself from me, okay? I wanna see all of you, praise all of you.” He leaned over, kissing your lips again, trailing down further with each one. His hands replaced yours, gently groping your tits, squeezing them in his hands. “Such soft and pretty tits.” He kissed each one. “Can I suck on them? I promise you it’ll feel good.”

Once he gets your approval, he wastes no time, his lips latching onto your hard nipple, hot tongue swirling around the bud. His eyes fluttered shut, a muffled moan escaping his lips. Your hands find themselves in his hair, little pants and whimpers leaving your lips at the foreign sensation. His other hand pulls at your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he gets lost in thought. He pulls his head up, hazy eyes staring back at you. “Doing okay, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, please keep going.” You bite down on your bottom lip, earning a smile from his as he moves over to your other nipple, tip of his tongue circling over the sensitive skin before taking it in his mouth, suckling on it. “Mmm, Ken,” you whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Feeling good?” He places kisses all over your tits, his touches so gentle. You buck your hips up towards him, grinding against him. “I’ll take that as a yes. You’re feeling needy, aren’t you, baby? Go on, you can tell me.” The flat of his tongue lays against your nipple again, slowly licking, teasing you.

You bring your hand up to your face, covering it, too embarrassed to look at him, to let him hear you. But with each flick of his tongue more whimpers spill out of you, overflowing. His warm lips press kisses to your sternum, traveling down towards your stomach, getting lower and lower until you jolt up. “What…what are you doing?” You ask, dumbly. It was clear what his intentions were with his mouth just inches away from your cunt.

“Just sit back and relax.” He caresses your side. “Open up for me, wanna get a taste,” he murmurs. He gently pushes your thighs open, scooting lower on the bed. His mouth slightly parts, eyes gravitating towards your wet cunt. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re already so wet,” he chuckles, looking up at you. He rests his head against your thighs, lips kissing your skin, worshipping you, savoring you. He plans to tease you as much as possible, he wants you ready.

You body twitches when you feel his fingers ghost over your throbbing cunt, light touches making you yearn for something you’ve never even had before. He kisses down your thighs and towards your pussy, pausing when he finally reaches. He looks up at you for approval and when you scoot your hips closer towards him with the cutest whimper, he dips his head down between your legs and presses the slowest kisses on your clit. The way you gasp makes him smirk, he wonders how you’ll sound when he uses his tongue.

Finally, you feel the flat of his hot tongue dip between your soaked folds, pushing its way up your slit and finding your clit. You sit up on your elbows, brows furrowing in pleasure as Nanami wraps your his arms around your thighs, holding your hips in place. He moans against you, pulling you closer towards him as he starves for more of your taste.

He flicks his tongue across your clit, his chin coated in your juices before he moves his tongue lower, tongue fucking you. You bite down on your plump lower lip, quietly moaning while your eyes watch his every movement, like you were studying him. His tongue slithers back to your clit, circling it before he gently sucks on it. “Hah, fuck,” you gasp, your hand instinctively reaching for his blonde locks of hair.

He lifts his head, licking his lips to not waste any drop of you. “Hey, pretty girl, can we try something?” His voice is gentle, a sense of security in it. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The pad of his thumb rubs your clit in circles, his other hand caresses your thigh. “Wanna try fingering you while I eat this pretty pussy, get you ready for me,” he explains.

You gulp, nervously looking down at his hands. “Will it hurt as much?” You ask.

“Might hurt a little, but it’ll help. I’ll make you feel good, baby. I never wanna hurt you.” He sits up, moving closer towards you.

You nod slowly, “okay,” you meekly say. Nanami, wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting your leg around him as you both lay on your sides.

“You ready?” He asks, kissing your cheek, his fingers rubbing your slick over your entrance and back over your clit, trying to get you prepared. “Just gonna do one finger for now until you want more,” he whispers into your ear. Slowly, he slides his thick digit into your entrance and you immediately let out a pained sigh. He removes his finger, pressing another kiss to you cheek. “Take your time, baby. You’re okay. Hold on to me if it gets too much.” He continues rubbing your clit in slow circles until you give him the nod of approval to try again.

He pushes his finger past your folds, feeling your walls clench around him as he goes inch by inch. “Mmm.” Your eyes screw shut as you cling onto his broad shoulders, feeling the sting of the stretch. He finally gets it all the way through and you’re panting, clawing at his skin.

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” he reassures. “Hey, look at me,” he grabs your face in his direction, “it’s okay.” He kisses your lips as you whimper against his. “I’m gonna start moving my hand now.” You hold onto him tighter, the burn making you wince as he pulls his hand back and pushes his finger back in, slightly gaining in speed.

You can’t seem to look away from him, melting into his touch as the pain slowly turned to pleasure, feeling your body accept him just like you wanted this entire time. He presses his forehead against yours, bodies pressed up against one another as you fight back the urge to kiss him until you’re breathless. Your hips rock into his hand, following his movements. “Want more,” you whimper, nodding at him.

“Want more, pretty? Yeah?” He pecks your lips, carefully sliding his ring finger into your entrance. You whine at the stretch, taking in a deep breath when you feel his fingers curl up, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. Your cunt squelches around his fingers, sucking them in. “You’re doing such a good job,” he whispers, working fingers faster until you’re a moaning mess.

Wet kisses make their way down your neck, moving lower down to your chest as he repositions himself at the end up of the bed, fingers still curling inside you. He pushes one of your legs back, eyes intently watching the way your pussy takes his fingers so well. Without warning, the flat of his tongue presses down your swollen clit. “Oh fuck!” You gasp, gripping at the sheets below you. Your body shivers with pleasure, the sensation of his tongue and fingers sending you to cloud nine.

Your head falls back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, legs threatening to close around his head. He slurps your pussy, tongue working its way through your folds to get every last drop. He’s moaning at your taste, breathing heavily through his nose. His hand pushes your leg back farther, nearly up to your chest, as he works hard to drive that orgasm out of you. “Ah! Oh my gosh!” You cry out, clutching at his hair, pushing his head down when he sucks on your sensitive clit once more. “Ken, baby, I think—fuck!” You squeal, rocking your hips on his face. Your legs close around his head as your orgasm arrives, body quivering, and every touch is heightened. That doesn’t stop Nanami, low eyes watching how prettily your back arches off the bed, your walls squeezing his fingers. “Hah! Ah! Yes!” You moan.

Nanami finally lifts his head, chest heaving up and down as he looks at you with the most love in his eyes. “Fuck, baby, you did so good. Come here.” He rushes to plant his lips on yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His dick is throbbing, oozing pre from the tip just from watching you cum. “You alright?” He asks, petting your cheek.

“I’m okay.” You nod. “Thank you.” The sweetest smile spreads across your face, one that makes his chest fill with warmth. “But, I think I’m finally ready.” You look down towards where you two meet, only inches away from one another.

“You sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable,” he says softly.

“I promise I am. Just…go slow,” anxiousness riddled your tone.

“Of course. Let me know at any time if you wanna stop.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. The nerves build in your chest, and your stomach fills with butterflies. He repositions his hips, rubbing his length through your folds, smearing his precum. He lightly groans, slowly moving up and down, nudging your clit with each thrust. Nanami notices you watching, he can see you’re still nervous. “Baby, look at me, okay. It’s gonna be fine.” He gently grabs your face, staring into your eyes before his fat tip pushes its way through your folds. Your eyebrows raise in surprise before furrowing. He goes as slow as possible before removing himself, letting you take a breather.

You spread your legs further before another attempt, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushes into you again, inch by inch you feel the stretch, the stinging sensation making you grit your teeth. “Ah!” You bury your face in his neck, when you feel his hips finally meet with yours.

Tears fall down your cheeks, and he’s quick to kiss them away. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. Let’s stay like this for a minute.” He wipes your tears, massaging your thighs as you try to accustom to his size. “Gonna start moving now.” He pulls his hips back, his length coated in a mix of your juices and slight blood. “Oh, your bleeding baby.” He looks at you with the most empathetic expression.

“Mmmph, sorry, I’m sorry.” A wave of embarrassment washes over you as it came to mind that it was most likely on his sheets.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s completely normal.” He kisses your lips as he pushes his hips against your again, the head of his cock grazing over a sweet spot deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?Hah, my sweet, sweet girl—fuck,” he breathily chuckles. And now he’s moving faster, wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging onto him like you never want to let go. “So fucking tight,” he grunts.

You feel so full of him, like he was made for you. His dick dragging along your walls, his hands holding you close, wrapping around you as he whispers praises in your ear in the most sweetest voice. Your eyes roll back, nails leaving marks on his skin, your toes pointed. He’s fucking you into the mattress, but being oh so gentle about it. “It feels so good,” you mewl as he fucks you deep, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“This pussy was made for me baby—oh shit—taking me so fucking well. You feel so fucking good,” he moans. He presses into you, each thrust sending your mind spiraling as shivers run down your spine, your body covered in sweat. Nanami squeezes you tightly, kissing your neck, and nibbling at the skin.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” It feels like your breath is being sucked out of you, your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage. “Gonna cum!” You cry out. “Hah—yes, yes!” He keeps the same rhythm, tip of his dick kissing your cervix before your shaking under him.

He holds you tightly, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, staring into your eyes as you cum around his dick. Your hands cup his face, searching his eyes. “That’s my girl, let it all out,” he says. He can feel you clenching down on him, the feeling making his dick throb harder. “Always be my good girl, right baby?” He asks. And all you can do is nod, when he starts fucking you faster, almost like he’s grown feral. “It’s good that you know because I’m about to fuck you like you aren’t.” He pushes your knees to your chest, lifting your hips slightly so that he reaches the deepest parts of you. “Nngh, fuck!” He grunts.

“Ken! Oh fuck, fuck!” You squeeze your eyes shut, the bed rocking and creaking with each other his hard thrusts. A hand clasps over your mouth in a weak attempt to muffle your screams of pleasure.

“Pussy feels so good, sweetheart. Can’t get enough—fuck—I’m sorry,” he heavily pants. Strands of blonde hair cling to his forehead, eyes fixated on watching his dick disappears in and out of you, your pussy creaming around him, leaving a white ring around the base. He can feel you clenching down on him again, your nails leaving crescent marks in his forearms as you’re cumming for a third time tonight, barely able to form words. “Atta girl. Look so pretty cumming on my cock,” he smirks.

Your back arches into him, legs quivering as he thrusts grow sloppier and sloppier. “Nnngh, shit,” he moans. “Gonna make me cum—ah!” His brows furrow as he fucks you harder, a primal feeling rises in him as he thinks of cumming inside of you for the first time ever. “Baby,” he says with desperation, “baby, let me cum inside you.” A rosy red spreads across his cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

Your arms reach out to him, dragging him down for kiss, legs locking around his waist as you push him closer to you. Nanami groans into the kiss and you swallow every last one as his seed fills you up, coating your walls. He slowly fucks you, making sure to get every last drop of his cum in you before pulling out.

“Oh my god, sweetheart,” he chuckles, a glint in his eyes. You laugh with him before he rolls both of you over, you now on top of him. He caresses your cheek and you melt into his hand, a blissful sigh leaving your lips. “You did absolutely amazing.” He smiles. “You doing okay, though?” He wonders, fingertips tracing patters on the small of your back.

“Yeah,” you nod, closing your eyes shut, “I’m doing great actually.” You smile. You rest your head on his chest. “Thank you, Ken.”

“No, thank you. I’m glad that you trusted me to be your first, honestly. It means a lot to me.” He kisses the crown of your head. “You’ll always be my girl.” He continues tracing your skin.

“Really?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him. “Promise me?” You pout, batting your lashes.

“I promise.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lips before you press a kiss to it. He chuckles at the small gesture. “Let’s get in the shower, together, yeah? Maybe order some food? You deserve it.”

[sunniques]

— 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

➺ PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x female reader

➺ GENRE: boyfriend’s dad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: your boyfriend’s manipulative father helps you get revenge in the nastiest way possible.

➺ CW/TW: yandere themes, slight obsession, age gap, cheating, manipulation, baby trapping, dry humping, panty stealing, mentions of masturbation, wonwoo is a depraved perv, dilf!wonwoo, nipple play, spitting, fingering, some cum play, unprotected sex, squirting, creampies

➺ WC: 4k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read. @wonustars hope you like it <3

Wonwoo is a sick man.

He knows this, he acknowledges it, and most importantly, he hides it.

When people thought of Jeon Wonwoo, they thought of a respectable lawyer, widower, loving father of two. And they were right. He had never done anything to indicate otherwise. Not publicly, anyway. For years he’s hidden his most depraved side without letting anyone know it existed.

His facade all starts to crumble when his son comes home from college with a lovely girl who he’s apparently head over heels for. Wonwoo recognizes the starry eyed look in his son’s eyes, and instead of being happy for him, all Wonwoo can feel is faint disgust and disdain. It’s pathetic and vile, but it’s a feeling that he can’t get rid of no matter what he does.

It gets worse when you start coming around more often, prancing around in your little shorts and skirts like Wonwoo doesn’t get hard just seeing your exposed skin. He’s sick for stealing your dirty panties when you come over and using them to jerk off, but again, he can’t stop his despicable actions. His obsession with you only grows as time goes on, and eventually he decides that he’s going to have you no matter what.

The first step in Wonwoo’s sick plan is showing you just how lavish life is with a man who can provide. He ruthlessly cuts his son off, insisting that getting out in the real world and being independent is necessary. It’s easy to ignore his son’s protests and clamors about how unfair it is that his sister doesn’t get the same treatment, mostly because he sees how fast this strategy works.

When he overhears his son tell you he actually can’t buy you the bag you’ve been wanting he can see the disappointment in your face. Wonwoo is smart enough to know it’s less about the bag and more about the seemingly empty promise. It makes sense since his son can no longer pay for your food or makeup or any clothes you like. His son can’t even get you lavish gifts you’d grown accustom to.

That’s why when your birthday rolls around, you don’t expect much. It’s perfect because you don’t expect to be spoiled which makes your reaction that much sweeter.

“Mr. Jeon!” You cry out in shock when you open the bag your boyfriend’s dad gave you. “I-I don’t know what to say! This is– I mean—Thank you!”

Not only did he gift you an expensive bag that his son had failed to give you, he also got you the biggest bottle of your favorite perfume, some clothes, and a very expensive necklace. Wonwoo smirked smugly when you hugged him, loving how you pressed your entire body against his. His son couldn’t have known, but he saw the way you started to look at him with less appreciation. Of course, it was only natural. After all, all women loved a man who could provide.

The next step was something Wonwoo couldn’t really be blamed for. All he did was have his coworker and her pretty daughter over for dinner when you were away visiting your family. He can’t be to blame for the fact that his son is a weak man who hasn’t truly accepted monogamy. Sure, he did push it along by leaving two college kids alone in a house full of liquor. And yes, he was responsible for them often meeting up whenever you weren’t around, but again, it wasn’t entirely his fault.

The final step to this long winded plan was making sure you found out.

Wonwoo is lucky his daughter has more of a moral compass than he and his son combined. The second she realized what was going on, she didn’t hesitate to tell you. Admittedly, he was saddened to know how heartbroken you initially felt. However, when he saw you again, you seemed void of that. All he could see was your thirst for revenge.

Luckily for you, he was more than willing to help you make that happen.

You still haven’t broken up with Wonwoo’s son, much to his annoyance. In fact, you’re acting like nothing’s wrong even when you come along to their vacation home during the summer. His son is hardly paying you any attention and his daughter has gone off with her friends somewhere, leaving you to your own devices.

“Hey, babe. I’m running to the store real quick. Need anything?” Your boyfriend asks without looking up from his phone.

Before, he would’ve insisted you go with him. Things change, but you don’t care. Not anymore.

“No thanks. Be safe.”

He doesn’t kiss you goodbye, and you’re glad.

Your eyes drift over to Wonwoo, appreciating how good he looks. The perfect idea for revenge had occurred to you a while ago, and with the older man quietly sipping on some liquor on the couch, you know there’s no better time than the present to set your plan in motion.

Boldly, you get up from where you’re sitting and slide onto Wonwoo’s lap. Your panties are already slick with your arousal as you sit directly on his crotch. Dark eyes look at you in surprise when you gently start to grind your panty-clad pussy down without any qualms. All you do is smirk seductively before you go to kiss and suck on Wonwoo’s neck.

“Sweetheart.” Wonwoo groans, cock already hardening because of the wet heat that’s pushing down on him. “What about—?”

“Your son’s an asshole.” You say bluntly. “And I want him to feel as shitty as I do.”

You pull back, expecting Wonwoo to push you off of him or tell you what you’re doing is wrong. Instead he only laughs and goes to kiss you. A quiet squeal escapes you when he starts to lick into your mouth. You’re quick to melt into the kiss, moaning into his mouth when Wonwoo starts to guide your hips down onto his covered cock.

The sound of a car door slamming has you pulling away. You smirk when Wonwoo groans in disapproval. The wet spot you’ve left on his pants only turns you on even more, and all you do is wink at him before running upstairs to the guest room he provided for you.

The rest of the evening goes by without incident, well except for the fact that your boyfriend got a little too drunk on wine and was now passed out on the couch. His sister only looks at him with disgust and announces that she’s going to bed. You know the truth. Earlier, she confessed that she was going to sneak out to go clubbing with her friends. This was perfect since you were going to need her gone to execute your plan.

“Goodnight, Mr. Jeon.” You purr as you stretch your arms over your head, noticing his eyes drift down you where your skirt had ridden up.

You don’t bother to hide your smirk as you go upstairs. As soon as you get to the room, you leave the door open, slipping out of your clothes and putting on a tiny night shirt that came just above your belly button. You get on the bed and settle on your side, cunt still thrumming with arousal. All you can think about is getting fucked raw by your boyfriend’s dad, and you hope he hurries up and gives you what you want.

Slowly, you slide your hand into your panties, teasing your fingers across your swollen clit. It’s easy to lose yourself to the pleasure. Especially since your mind can’t stop replaying what happened earlier in the day. God, was Mr. Jeon a good kisser. Way better than his pathetic son. You mewl quietly, wishing the ache between your legs was being soothed by someone else.

Wonwoo almost cums in his pants when he sees you on the bed. You’re only wearing a small shirt and panties, which makes it easy to see what you’re doing. He smirks, slowly undressing himself as he approaches you. It’s funny how you don’t notice him until he slides in right behind you.

“Need some help?”

You pussy throbs in excitement, and before you can answer him, you feel his hand slip down your body to cover the one you have in your panties. The mewl you let out makes his cock twitch and throb. Wonwoo holds back a groan, ready to have you in the way he’s dreamed of for months.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart.” His breath fans against your ears. “I can’t have my kids walking in on us when we’re just getting started.”

You almost tell him his sweet little daughter is out partying with her friends so there’s no real reason to keep quiet, but you resist. After all, no one would be able stop you from fucking the insanely hot man playing with your pussy.

“So fucking wet.” Wonwoo whispers hotly. “What were you thinking about?”

“You.” It’s easy to admit, especially because you can tell how much he likes it. “And how fucking wrong this all is.”

Wonwoo hums, and it somehow seems like he’s gloating. His fingers circle your throbbing clit over and over until you’re squirming against him. “Maybe, but you like it. That’s why you’re dripping all over my hand. You like your boyfriend’s dad playing with your pussy that much, huh, baby?”

“Fuck yeah.” You hiss, eyes falling closed when he pinches your wet clit. “You’re so fucking hot, Mr. Jeon. Way better than your pussy ass son.”

Wonwoo’s dick presses against your ass as he rolls his hips to grind against you. Juices gush from your cunt as he groans into your neck. “I fucking knew it—I’ve always known it. Even before you were grinding your wet pussy on me.”

You bite your lip, slightly embarrassed that he knew you were attracted to him this entire time. It’s not like you can be blamed. He’s one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen, and obviously he felt some bit of attraction for you as well.

“Roll over and show me those pretty tits, baby.” Wonwoo rasps in your ear.

His words has more of your arousal coating his long fingers. You’re feeling hot all over, and you don’t hesitate to comply. You twist your body before you pull your shirt up to let your tits free. Immediately, your nipples harden under his dark gaze

“That’s it.” Wonwoo groans deeply as he rubs your pussy harder. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. Fuck. Makes me want to suck on them until you’re creaming all over my fingers.”

You moan and arch your back into him. Wonwoo licks his lips and stops rubbing your pussy to pull off your panties. He grabs his cock and rubs it along your pussy. You cry out quietly when you feel his hot cock skip between your wet folds and drag against your clit and dripping hole. By now you’re panting, hips writhing from the stimulation. Wonwoo drags wet fingers up to pinch your taut nipples.

“You’ll let me suck on your sweet tits, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You agree immediately, feeling an arousing thrill when Wonwoo lets out a deep groan.

He twists your upper body some more until your back is against the mattress. Your hips are still twisted at an angle so his cock can keep rubbing against your pussy. The position isn’t uncomfortable, and you watch with anticipation as Wonwoo ducks his head to drag his mouth across the swell of your breasts. His eyes never leave yours when his mouth dips down to suck on one of your sensitive nipples. As you feel the hot wet suction, your eyes slip close with a whine.

You grind your cunt down on Wonwoo’s cock, dripping slick all over him. He moans against you nipple as he slowly drags his dick back and forth to stimulate you. The head of his cock leaks precum making your pussy messier and stickier. You drag your hand through Wonwoo’s hair, sighing and mewling as his hot mouth suckles on your hard bud.

“Fuck, just like that!” You mewl, arching your back to shove more of your tit into his mouth.

The next time he catches your gaze, you can see his pupils blown wide and a light blush spread across his face. It’s so attractive that more of your arousal drips onto his cock. Wonwoo then sucks a bruise on the curve of your breast, teeth gently digging into the soft skin. You gasp at the dull ache, pussy clenching around nothing.

“So fucking sweet.” His voice is low and raspy, tongue lapping at the bruise he left behind.

You whine and arch up into him more. “S-Shit, Mr. Jeon. This is so fucking dirty.”

He just grins at you wickedly, hips swirling against you so his cock brushes against your throbbing clit. Wonwoo starts to press wet kisses on your tits tenderly, dark eyes never leaving yours. “It is, and yet you still like it. That’s why you’re not trying to be quiet. You want my son to know your little pussy is aching for my cock.”

You moan loudly when he starts to roughly suck on your other nipple. He’s not bothering to keep his own moans quiet as he swaps back and forth between your nipples until they’re both puffy and sore. As he works his teeth and tongue on your hard buds, he grinds his cock up against your slick hole making you part your legs further.

“I know you want it, baby.” Wonwoo says after he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left on your tits. He rubs his leaking tip against your clit to hear you moan again. “Want me to split you open on my fat cock, hm? I’ll show you how a real man fucks.”

“Fuck—please.” You whimper desperately. “Need you to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

“Call me Wonwoo, sweetheart.” He groans as he gets up and positions you so you’re fully on your back.

You mewl when Wonwoo rests his dick on your stomach. The sight is dizzying in the best way—an arousing image of how deep he’ll reach inside you once he slides into your pretty pussy. His leaking tip is almost to your belly button, and he wishes badly that he could take a picture. Wonwoo licks his lips as slowly rubs his cock through your slippery folds, covering it with your juices. His fat tip brushes against your clit and makes you whine.

You moan when he eases his cockhead past your slick folds. The squeeze of your hot cunt is tight, and it makes Wonwoo roll his hips into yours, fucking himself deeper into your clenching pussy.

“Wonwoo!” You mewl, already feeling so full even though he’s not even all the way inside.

Just hearing you moan his name has him thrusting forward and burying his cock balls deep inside your wet pussy with a deep growl. You cry out loudly, tits bouncing at his roughness. Wonwoo’s large palm immediately covers your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.

“Shh, baby. You don’t want us to get caught do you? What would my son say is he walked in and saw his dad fucking his girlfriend’s tight little cunt?”

You moan against his hand, pussy clamping down on his dick tighter than before. Wonwoo clicks his tongue, slowly grinding deeper into you. The thought turns him on too, more than he would ever admit.

“Oh? You like that?” He hums as you buck your hips up to meet his slow thrusts. “What a dirty little slut.”

Wonwoo keeps your mouth covered as he slowly fucks your cunt. All you can focus on is how stretched open your pussy feels. You keep whining and moaning as he bullies his cock into your fluttering hole. Even though they’re muffled, the cute little noises you’re making are driving Wonwoo closer to the edge.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” Wonwoo groans. “Feels like you’ve never had a cock this big stuffing your little pussy.”

Wanting to hear you, he removes his hand.

You shake your head before you moan out an answer. “You’re the biggest—fuck—I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo’s cock twitches inside you as he goes to cover your mouth with his. You two share a series of wet kisses between your filthy moans. His thick cock keeps rutting into your squelching pussy and slamming into the spongy spot inside your cunt that makes you keep tightening around him. At this point your mind has gone fuzzy. All you can think about is the man on top of you and the orgasm coiling in the pit of your stomach thanks to him.

In the haze of skin slapping together and the arousing scent of sex, Wonwoo feels like he’s found heaven. He’s absolutely thrilled to have you how he’s wanted since he first saw you. After months of planning, he finally has you trembling on his cock. Wonwoo groans lowly when you squeeze even tighter around him. You whine, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Wonwoo smirks when he sees your fucked out expression. He can’t care that his son is passed out downstairs while he’s quite literally fucking his sweet little girlfriend’s brains out. It’s what you deserved after all the hell his idiot spawn put you through.

“Looks like you’re already addicted to my cock, baby.” His laugh is so attractive that it makes your pussy flutter.

A deep pleasure shoots up your spine as Wonwoo fucks you hard and deep, plunging his cock into your sopping cunt. You cry out his name, feeling a pleasure you never have before. His hand moves between your bodies to flick and rub your sensitive clit.

“God, sweetheart. Fucking love how your sweet cunt squeezes my cock.” He groans in delight.

Wonwoo’s fingers keep rubbing your sensitive clit until your back arches off the bed. Wet slapping and loud squelching fills the room as the coil in your stomach abruptly snaps. Your legs clamp around his slim waist at the same time your cunt tightens around his dick, milking him for all he’s worth as your arousal gushes around his throbbing length.

“That’s it, baby. Milk this fucking cock.” Wonwoo growls as his hands spread you open even more. “Fuck. I’m gonna fill you with my cum and watch it spill out of your pretty pussy.”

You whine out, wanting nothing more. “Yes! Fill my pussy with your cum!”

Wonwoo growls into your skin, ramming his dick straight into your sweet spot until he reaches his own climax. With a loud moan of your name, he spills his hot cum inside your cunt. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls as he keeps stuffing you full until it leaks out around his cock.

It feels like you’re stuck in a blissful haze, and it’s only until Wonwoo slowly pulls out of you that you come back to your senses. His eyes are dark as he watches his cum slowly drip out of you. It’s an erotic sight, you’re sure, and you can’t help but want more.

“Wonwoo.” Your voice comes out in a sigh. “Think you can go again?”

The older man groans in his throat. You’re insatiable, and so is he. Fuck. He knew you were perfect for him.

“For you? Always.”

Your eyes roll back when the bulbous tip of his length nudges your tender pussy. Wonwoo smirks and presses forward. His aching cock penetrates you in one deep thrust. Large hands hold down your squirming hips as he sheathes his big cock to the hilt. Wonwoo groans when your juices spill around his girth. He leans back and lets a string of spit falls straight onto your pussy. The filthy action makes you moan wantonly.

“Your sweet little cunt is driving me crazy, sweetheart.” Wonwoo hisses as you clench around him.

Your hot cunt is pulsing and soaking his cock as if you’re claiming it as your own. It makes him smirk. Wonwoo keeps pounding into your creamy cunt until only lewd squelching and pornographic moans fill the room. He can’t even think about his son anymore. All he cares about is splitting you open and molding your tight pussy to fit the shape of his dick.

“You just love this cock, don’t you, baby?” Wonwoo moans.

“I do—Fuck. Feels so fucking good!” Your voice is loud, and you’re both beyond the point of caring. “I love your cock. Love how you fuck my little pussy.”

His fat cock is splitting you open deliciously, weeping tip reaching your cervix with every strong pound of his hips. You’re already close again, and you know this next orgasm is going to be more intense than the last. Wonwoo seems to feel it too because he keeps driving his cock into you savagely until your thighs are trembling around him. His cock is piercing directly into your g-spot then drawing out, letting you feel every vein before plowing back into your sopping mess. His rough thrusts never lose their strength or depth. Not when you scream and convulse around his cock.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut.” Wonwoo groans. “You don’t even care that your boyfriend can wake up any moment and find you dripping all over his dad’s cock.”

You manage to smirk at him. “He has no right to be angry. Not when you’re fucking me better than he ever did.”

Wonwoo smirks back at you, thrusting deeper if possible. Your depraved words make a sick thrill shoot straight to his cock. It turns him on more than it should. Dark eyes are glued to your sopping cunt. The sight of you stretching to take his cock is so hot that he almost cums right then.

“Oh my god!” You cry out as your pulsing walls constrict around the dick ramming into you.

You let out a loud cry when Wonwoo’s spit lands where you two are connected. A guttural groan escapes him when your pussy squeezes his throbbing cock and your juices spill all over him. You topple over the edge he’s been pushing you toward, squirting all over his cock and abdomen. Your release covers him, dripping down his cock and to his heavy balls.

“Cum in me!” You plead loudly. “Stuff me full again!”

Wonwoo’s fat cock keeps sliding along your convulsing walls. The tip of his cock slams into your spot unrelentlessly, making you see stars. You keep falling apart as the older man uses your body how he wants.

“Just look at your pretty little pussy, squirting all over this cock like you own it.” Wonwoo’s grin looks wolfish and unfairly attractive. “Now I have to fill your slutty pussy like I own it.”

Wonwoo groans your name deeply. His hips are flush between your thighs as he presses to the hilt, his fat cockhead rutting into your most sensitive spot. Your toes curl tightly as you scream out his name once again. All you can see, feel, and think about is your boyfriend’s dad. His hot cum fills you up, coating every inch of your wet walls, stuffing you to the brim.

The older man falls forward a bit and buries his face in your neck, biting your sweaty skin and fucking his cum deeper into you. In your aroused daze, you can’t recognize how intoxicated he is over the feeling of you and your tight cunt.

When Wonwoo finally he pulls out, his hand lands on your tingling core. He cranes his neck to watch his fingers enter your hole. Licking his lips, he gently fucks his cum back inside you and gently toys with your messy pussy. Growls rumble in his chest as his cum slips out of you and down to your smaller puckered hole. The sight makes his cock twitch and ache all over again.

“My cute little slut.” Wonwoo coos as you slowly start to drift off to sleep. “All nice and bred—just like I’ve always dreamed.”

You look precious while you sleep, and Wonwoo can’t help but feel completely satisfied that he came inside you while you were ovulating. His son was such an idiot for not cherishing you how you deserved, but it was for the best.

Now you were all his. Only his.

[retrosabers]

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

*relationship & smut hcs written with fem!reader in mind*

contains: a lot of angst (mentions of insecurity, past trauma), some relationship fluff, 18+ SMUT CONTENT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI (praise kink, dry humping, fem receiving oral, a tinge of dirty talk)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: if you had a dollar for everytime i apologized for not posting, boy would you be rich LMAO

this writer’s block is no bueno. but, i can sense my bucky era coming back full throttle and i think he might be the cure. enjoy these unnecessarily angsty hcs in the meantime ;) and feel free to share any of your own!

GENERAL/PERSONALITY:

is very fond of the outdoors. he’s not a “take a hike and run a mile” kind of guy, but he gets genuine enjoyment and relaxation from sitting on a park bench and breathing in the fresh air and soaking in his surroundings. one afternoon you surprised him with a trip to a botanical garden on the outskirts of the city and he absolutely loved it. you don’t think you’ve ever seen bucky more at peace than when he was wandering amongst the greenery without an ounce of tension in his body.

can’t stand clutter. once he warms up to acquiring more belongings, everything has its designated place and it needs to stay that way. call it a mild case of ocd, or an undying need to control the ins and outs of his day to day life, but bucky can’t even think about shutting down for the night if his apartment is a mess. any files out on the table get tucked away in a well organized filing cabinet, dishes are dried and placed in the cupboard, laundry is either in the hamper or folded neatly in its respective drawer. he keeps everything as neat and pristine and possible for the sake of his sanity.

one of the only useful pieces of advice he retained from therapy was journaling. bucky still struggles a bit with verbalizing his feelings, so he often just writes them all down in lieu of talking it out. after he realizes just how much it works, he starts to journal about his days in detail. doesn’t matter if he’s feeling calm, or anxious, or how mundane the itinerary is, he makes sure to document it. partly because of the relief it brings, and just in case something happens to his memory again.

secret candle enthusiast, except it’s just one specific scent. you bought it for him as a housewarming present and he was absolutely certain that it was going to smell atrocious. what could possibly be so great about amber vanilla musk. turns out it’s the most perfect gift you ever could’ve given, so much so that he snuck over to bath and body works the next day to buy another one. the aroma fits him in a way that’s indescribable, plus it makes his apartment feel more like somewhere he wants to be rather than has to. it’s become a running gag to gift him one for every special occasion, and he always accepts it with a small, appreciative smirk.

this man is a real life disney princess. animals follow him EVERYWHERE and he’s got no clue as to why. you say it’s because they can sense at his core that he’s kind and gentle, and he always waves it off with a frown and a grumble (and a blush he desperately tries to hide). he feeds all the strays on his block, and eventually caves and brings one of them home. when you went to his place and found a tiny white kitten sitting on the counter, you thought you were hallucinating. then bucky walked in and gave a little scratch between her ears and it all pieced together.

“i knew it,” you mutter knowingly, eyes fixated on the way she preens from his touch. “you’re just a big ol’ softie.” bucky doesn’t offer any sort of rejection or rebuttal, only a halfway pointed stare before simply scooping the little animal into his arms and showing her off to you like she was a rare jewel.

he is very opposed to listening to current music, and the only way you can even remotely convince him to give things a try is if they’re on vinyl. it’s a happy medium, because even though the tunes may be vastly different than back in the 40s, he still has the familiar comfort of a record player. it’s still an uphill battle to get him to listen to anything made after 1950, but persuasion comes a bit easier when you pull out a record from your personal collection.

*psst. i have a fic about this you can kinda read about this here*

introducing him to doordash was a mistake because this man racks up an insane charge on his credit card with takeout. he hates the unnecessary socialization aspect of ordering at a restaurant so you best believe those delivery apps are his best friend.

loves to bitch and complain about maintaining his bike when in reality he enjoys it far more than he’d ever care to admit. he likes being able to fix something; to put his hands to good use and they actually have a positive impact instead of negative. offers to help any of the old timers at the va with their bikes if they have any trouble.

you know how some people get seasonal depression during the winter months from the bleak weather? bucky has that times a million, because the bone chilling cold never fails to trigger his ptsd, and send him right back into reliving his hydra days of being frozen against his will. when you catch wind of it, you make it a note to try and spend as much time with him as you can; make sure he’s not alone or that he at least has something else to occupy his mind other than his traumatic memories as the winter soldier.

IN A RELATIONSHIP:

old fashioned in the best way possible. while he strongly agrees with most of the 21st century’s stance on gender equality, he’ll never stop believing it’s a man’s job to take care of his woman. don’t get it twisted, he never tries to stifle your independence; it’s one of the many things he loves about you. but bucky can’t help but be a little “old-timey”; whether that be paying for your meals, or encouraging you to take a day off to relax while he’s working. it’s one of the only things he’s happy to have hardwired in his brain.

not entirely fond of pda but will ALWAYS have a hand on you when you’re out and about. usually a protective arm slung over your shoulder or a hand pressed into the small of your back. something that keeps you close to him for safety reasons, and also to let everyone else know that you’re taken.

doesn’t like to admit it but he can be a tad bit possessive. when you’ve spent nearly a century having zero control over your life and your choices, being territorial is inevitable. bucky will be damned if he loses the one good thing he’s ever had, especially to some punk who needs to learn how to back off. it’s a bit irritating at first, but once he lets his walls down and confesses the reason behind his actions, you let the man stake his claim every now and then. only because you know there’s no toxic intent behind it and because it’s lowkey a little hot.

#1 cheek kisser oh my GOD. this might not make sense to some people but if you’ve ever seen grey’s anatomy, derek has the most gentle way of kissing meredith on the cheek and that’s exactly how i picture buck.

the “i hate everyone but you” boyfriend (except he’s not really mean to anyone per se, he just does a complete 180 and turns into a big pile of mush when you’re around.)

king of random gestures. he loves making you happy and will take just about any opportunity he can to see you smile. you got a raise at your job? there’s a bouquet with a note waiting at your desk. sometimes you’ll come home to little “just because” presents on your dining room table because bucky can’t help but find little glimpses of you everywhere he goes. it’s his unspoken way of showing just how much he loves and appreciates you.

when he’s tired and grumpy he 100% does grabby hands (with a sweet lil pout might i add) to get you to come into bed and it’s the cutest thing ever.

sam wasn’t kidding when he said bucky’s got a staring problem, but it’s much more endearing in a romantic context. he finds you so beautiful, so mesmerizing; how is he not supposed to stare? and it won’t always be because he’s admiring you externally. sometimes he’ll be so caught up thinking about how lucky he is that you; sweet, kind, funny, and caring you, chose him as your person. he can’t help it if his eyes are glued to you while he’s pondering. everytime you catch him, he breaks out that shy little smile of his, and you find yourself falling in love all over again.

“you’re staring y’know,” you tease, feeling your face warm under his observation. he just shrugs, gaze unwavering as he saunters closer. “can’t help it.” he always take pride in watching you grow flustered as he closes the gap and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

hot take: everytime i see “doll” used in fics for him i cringe real bad. i see bucky as more of a “honey” and “sweetheart” kind of guy. more honey than anything. in all honesty, i don’t see him breaking out pet names often, but if he’s going to, it’s one of those.

throws you over his shoulder like it’s absolutely nothing when you’re being difficult or arguing because he knows it’s a way to help playfully ease tension, as silly as it is. if he can get you laughing then you’re not mad, and if you’re not mad, he can reason with you a little better. it also leads to some very delicious sex afterwards when he conveniently drops you onto the mattress.

he’ll do the sweetest thing where if your hands are full this man will come up behind you and either put your hair in a braid or a ponytail (a pretty decent one might i add) if you need it away from your face. it’s always sealed with a kiss to the crown of your head and a squeeze of your hip, and never fails to give you butterflies.

SMUT:

i swivel back and forth between thinking that he’d be a bit hesitant or shaky with intimacy or that he knows how to please a woman in under five minutes. i honestly believe it’s somewhere in the middle; that while he does indeed have experience from his whore days back in the 40s, nowadays he’s not as willing to get to that point with someone unless there are deep feelings involved.

with that being said, when bucky decides to take that step in your relationship, boy does it take you by surprise. there’s a level of confidence that comes with being able to satisfy someone with such skill and ease, and he’s got it down pat. he’s even a little bit cocky with it, looking down at you smugly after your first orgasm, and it only amplifies your already flaming attraction to the super soldier.

nine times out of ten, sex is focused on your pleasure; he’s not cumming until you’ve cum at least once, and he’s not giving you a half assed release either. no, he’s working hard to make sure you see stars every damn time.

pussy eating king and i don’t think i need to elaborate on that.

is always down for a good dry hump. bucky loves kissing, kissing you more than anything, and one day he was particularly worked up, and it just…well it just happened. he was bright red once he realized what happened, but you quickly quelled any embarrassment he felt when you expressed that it was insanely hot. he didn’t even remotely understand why, until the next time it occurred. you were the one who came prematurely. and that, was when bucky understood the arousal behind it. now he’s got no qualms about having a good old fashioned makeout that may or may not end with a shared orgasm.

praise kink praise kink PRAISE KINK. it’s something he tries his hardest to hide but the boner he pops whenever you tell him he’s doing a good job in non intimate settings, and the increased speed of his thrusts when it happens during sex, are a dead giveaway. you tell bucky he’s being so good for you, making you feel so fucking good, and that man’s a goner. in his brain, it’s refreshing, exciting almost, to be told that he’s doing the right thing after a lifetime of being forced to make the wrong choices. what better place to hear that he’s right on track than when he’s with his lover?

hung. as. fuck.

i don’t foresee him being very vocal, but when he is, jesus take the wheel. somehow he always knows what to say and when to say it, no matter how few and far between the occasions may be.

“that feel good honey? yeah that’s right it fuckin’ does.” “always gonna take real good care of my girl.”

i don’t care if he’s got the serum stamina i 100% see this man conking out after sex. while he may be able to last a few rounds, the second you call it quits, the exhaustion overtakes him and he’s snoring into your pillow, but not before he pulls you close and peppers your face with kisses, muttering a final “i love you” before succumbing to slumber.

thanks for reading! <3

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