#i get the most boring ass shit to do when i sub at the middle or high school.
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So I was back to subbing at the elementary school today, which as I've mentioned is my favorite place to work. In some ways it's just the most comfortable to me; this is now my fourth year in a row I've had some kind of job associated with kids of that age group who attend that school, so I know a lot of the students and faculty. Actually, a lot of the faculty who work there today have been working there since I was a student.
Most of them recognized me immediately when I started showing my face there, like I didn't graduate from there over a decade ago, age 11. There was one para, who now works as a library assistant, but who used to monitor lunch and recess. I didn't remember her name but I knew her face. The first time she saw me subbing she was just like "oh, hi Diana."
I was talking to her this morning before school started because a first grade teacher unexpectedly called out, so I filled in for her for the first hour of the day before I started the job I clocked in for and a replacement could be found. But this library assistant usually leads the morning meetings with this first grade class and would help me with attendance and all those other beginning-of-the-day responsibilities.
She was saying to me "You know, why don't you work here full time? You're good with kids. You'd be good at it." In other small talk we'd had last year she had asked me similar things, like if I'd ever consider taking up a steady job at the elementary school, how my school was going, etc. I'm in between college right now but currently not taking classes. And I mentioned how I'm trying to take more sub jobs at the middle and high school so I get more well-roundedâthat actually is the age group my education major is in. I've been working with the preschool-to-fifth-grade age range but my plan has always been middle-to-high school English.
And I was telling her about that, and I was like "You know what? When I tell people I want to teach older kids, some say to me stuff like 'oh you never know, you might change your mind'âand only recently I've been wondering if I really would. But I hate it when they're right!"
And that made her laugh. But it's true! I do really love working with the littles, as it turns out. Been doing it several years now. But in terms of anyone who's ever mentioned that to me unprompted, I wanna be like... hey, what do you know?!?!
#i have complicated feelings about it#my elementary school is a good place to work though. maybe i would be a para or smth full-time. id consider it#tales from diana#it's just. actually no one would ever say that to a man lol. that's probably why that bothers me#altho. i did actually get my one friend to start subbing in the district too.#male friend. my age. does other stuff for work so he doesn't sub as much as i do.#has the same level of education as me but has considered becoming a teacher someday and i was like 'why not try subbing?'#so i sent him the application and then that was that#and he. like a lot of men. doesnt primarily WANT to teach elementary or early childhood.#great news btw. a 5th grade teacher retired at the end of last year and one of the new hires is the first#male classroom teacher this school has had in YEARS. the only other male teacher is the gym teacher. thats SAD#but yeah so i was telling him 'i know u might be intimidated by working w kids but you should really try it'#'you might like it more than you think'#what's funny is tutoring and working in childcare didn't make me feel like i wanted to start teaching younger. at ALL#but subbing around has made me rethink it. but then again it also might just be#i get the most boring ass shit to do when i sub at the middle or high school.#subbing at an elementary school is so much more involved no matter what youre doing#with olders it's like. ok here's your assignment your teacher left you. sit at your desk and shut up#i realize the bias that is at play here making me reconsider my future path lol.
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bullfight of love
à©â© choso x reader
à©â© tags: flirting, masturbation, porn watching, vaginal sex, riding, soft sub!choso, 2000s au, coworkers, workplace relationship, film bro stuff
à©â© wc: 4.7k
à©â© a/n: i wanted to write choso being a weirdofreak pervert boy that's all. this is part of my fics for gaza <3 there will be a part two for this. do not ask me about a part two because it's already being made
Maki could kill you for being late again. Five missed texts, the final exaggerated with periods and exclamation points â and she never used proper spelling, let alone punctuation. It wasn't serious the way she made it out to be.Â
Toji never cared about your track record. The bastard was never in the shop anyway, probably high off his ass in whatever shed of a place he lived in. Maki already hated her cousin enough for the rest of the crew, running that stupid video store like it was a real family business. It was a summer job to you and nothing else.
She sighs when she sees you walk through the door, handing you your name tag without a word before fucking off to the storage room to look at the new shipments.
âDonât give me the silent treatment!â you yell after her. In response, you only get a middle finger, chipped black nail polish with half a skeleton decal hanging on.
Itâs always slow on Mondays. Considering the new cinema that opened across the street, it's slow every day. You shouldâve taken a job there, scooping buckets of buttered popcorn instead of telling off porn-stached men who continually mistook the shop as the old adult video store.Â
You mindlessly watch Reservoir Dogs on the CRTV, shaken by the sudden flood of middle school students paving their way to the used video game section. Fumbling with the remote, you meet a hard-faced Maki once again.Â
âYou canât put on Tarantino, dude. Kids are in here.â
âIt was already on,â you shrug.Â
Maki rolls her eyes and points to a small stack by the register â some John Hughes VHS tapes. Sixteen Candles. The Breakfast Club. Most shit that both of you hated.
âGotcha.â
âCan you deal with the new kid, today? Toji didnât scan all the new shit in like he was supposed to last week.â
âNew kid?â
âUh, yeah. Goth-ish. Like he got spit out of a Hot Topic or something,â she snorts. âNo hazing.â
âI should be saying that to you.â
She scoffs at you before rushing back. Youâd had a crush on her when you started working there, back when she still had an eyebrow piercing before she let it get infected. She had that Silent Hill look about her for lack of better words. Resting bitch face with a raspy pout.Â
Your head swims a little, pounding from dehydration. The morning joint didnât help, either, nor did the fact that you had to train a newbie today.Â
Itâs quiet after the kids leave, snatching up some forbidden R-rated movie thatâll traumatize them during a basement sleepover. You nearly doze off once the clock hits three, but loud footsteps bring you back to life.Â
A boy that couldnât be much older than you stares into you, narrowed eyes boring into your soul. You see the dark birthmark across his nose first, as if someone had slashed him with a blade in one straight swoop. He smells like cigarettes and his eyes are decorated with some reddish eyeshadow. Either that or he had the complexion of a sickly Victorian child.Â
âHey,â you deadpan. âCan I help you?â
âIâm the new hire,â he says. His voice is low. He reminds you of the goths that would hit on you at high school parties. He's prettier, though.Â
You give him a once-over quickly â heâs taller than you expect, for some reason, and you notice the blooming swirls of abstract tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves.
âYou donât sound so sure about that,â you smirk.Â
He rolls his eyes and introduces himself. Choso. You repeat his name, tasting it on your tongue. He has half a mind to shake your hand but pulls away awkwardly. You take note of the silver rings adorning his fingers.
You tilt your head. âI like your, uh, space bunsâŠâ
âUh, thanks,â he narrows his eyes.
âOkay, so⊠have you ever used a cash register?â
âYes.â
âGreat. Thatâs basically half the job.â
You show him the ropes â how to make sales and deal with teens. Cash drops and tracking inventory. You ask him what attracted him to the idea of working at a run-down video store and he says he likes movies and easy money. His brother liked the place, too.Â
âYou got the Human Earthworm series, boss?â he drones, bored.
âYeah, think so. You like romance-horror or just terrible practical effects?â
He snorts. âMy little brother likes it. Wants to have a marathon with me.â
âCute.â
Hours pass and heâs gotten the hang of it. If anything, there are more customers than usual today, because you suppose that Choso is conspicuous in appearance and the teenage girls that hang around at the food court need something new to play with.Â
It stirs something uneasy in your gut, the waft of saccharine perfume in the air. Girls with tongue piercings, lollipops staining their lips as they bend over the counter to talk to Choso. Ripe girls.
They probably thought he could buy them alcohol, take them for a joyride. Heâd only offer them an aloof, blank stare in return. It makes you almost giddy. By the time night comes around, you tell them to fuck off like flies.
âClosing time.â
âYes, maâam,â Choso mock-salutes, an amused smirk on his lips. Half-lidded eyes like a cat, maybe a stoner, though he didnât smell like it. You saw him on his break anyway, sipping down an Asahi Super Dry in the back as if you werenât looking.
He already knew his place, knew that you wouldnât rat him out. It was the way something flickered in his eyes when you caught him. A taunt, a quiet challenge.Â
You watch him count cash. Chipped black fingernails looked odd on his veiny hands like they were painted in a rush by a child. You notice scrawled pen on his pale skin. Smudged phone numbers.
âGetting hit on already?â
He glances at you and shrugs, hiding a smile. âHalf were just from bored teenagers. Other half bored single mothers.â
âAny takers?â
âWouldnât you like to know.â
You narrow your eyes.Â
âHa. Donât be jealous.â
âIâm not,â you snort. âAs long as we get customers I guess.â
âOof. Youâre cold. You donât care how I get these people to buy these movies as long as they buy âem, huh?â
âYouâre not whoring yourself out by being a cashier. Relax.â
He shrugs on his jacket. Crumpled leather, the kind that held the smell of smoke over generations. It made him look like Takuya Kimura in that way, maybe if his hair was down.
He grins when he finds you staring.
âWe done for the night, then, boss?â
You roll your eyes at the nickname. âUh-huh. Night, newbie.â
He smiles sardonically, looking out and noticing the rain. He curses inwardly, knowing that skating home would be a bitch, and the next bus to his side of town wasnât for another half hour. He clears his throat.
âLeaving already?â
âYeah. What, donât have a ride home, kiddo?â
âFuck off. Iâm not a damn kid. Iâm just not someone with a car,â Choso mutters dryly. âI work at a movie rental place for a living. I take the bus everywhere.â
âSucks to suck then,â you smirk, saluting him goodbye. You throw him the keys. âI trust you to lock up then, yeah? See ya.â
He lets out a frustrated scoff but doesnât bother to convince you, opting to watch you go. Once youâre out of reach, he sighs and turns, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around the dim store.Â
Yuuji was probably out with that sea urchinâhaired punk again. He had to remind himself to save up for a car instead of constantly having to share their parentsâ beat-up Toyota.
He could take advantage of the shitty TV in the office, maybe. Watch a stupid re-run while he waits, because he sure as hell isnât going to wait out in the rain. He walks in and settles on the black leather couch straight out of an amateur porno. He snorts and looks through a fat stack of DVDs in the corner.Â
His mouth twists when he picks up something with a racy title. His eyes widen when he realizes itâs an adult film.
âHoly shit,â he mutters, scoffing. He lets out a low whistle, glancing around the office as if someoneâs out there, ready to jump him. Itâs eerily quiet. He canât even hear the pitter-patter of rain from in here.
He skims the back cover. It looks crude, but Choso has never really been one to turn down something raunchy. He liked stupid movies, gory ones, art films with weird unsimulated sex. Heâd gotten off to In the Realm of the Senses when he was thirteen. Skimming through something this cheap shouldnât hurt. It wouldnât arouse him â it would be as entertaining and silly as watching a sitcom for him.
He inserts the disc into the DVD player and waits for it to load. There are no cameras in the office, he notices. Figures. The way you talked about the owner made it seem like the place was barely being held together if not for you.
And then, he thinks of you. He immediately thought you were pretty, not that heâd ever let you know that. Plainer than his usual type, but something was alluring about the curve of your mouth, the way you spoke. He liked that you didnât take shit most of all. It was probably the hottest thing about you.
He knew better than to fuck around with a coworker, however. It never ended well and resulted in petty drama. He was too old for that shit, wasnât in high school anymore â he was a man.
When the intro to the film finally loads, a woman in a skimpy, barely-there dress appears on the screen. Itâs something vintage, for sure, given the grain. Sheâs in a love hotel.Â
Choso fast-forwards through blurs of messy kissing, colored lights illuminating a heart-shaped tub. He pauses on a frame of the girl riding, her mouth wide open in ecstasy. He presses play.
After about ten minutes, he finds himself in a trance watching with rapt attention at the way the actress moves. His cock twitches when he realizes that she looks a little too much like you.Â
She moans particularly loudly and his mouth parts. Something snaps inside of him.Â
He has to pause it again. Jesus.
Choso feels like a pervert. No, heâs a man with urges, needs. Itâs a pure coincidence that the actress in the porno looks like you of all people. Itâs not like he sought her out himself. A movie like this shouldnât even be in here.
He grits his teeth, hands clenching around the couch leather until his knuckles are white. He takes a breath before pressing play again and his eyes widen when the girl gets even louder.
Ah, fuck it.
He mutters under his breath, shifting on the couch. Glances at the blowjob lips on the screen, soft and plush. He thinks of you and swallows. He bites his cheek, conflicted.
Maybe he shouldnât.
Then again, no one has to know.
He lets out a shaky exhale, trying to resist the pressure building inside him. It feels like trying to contain a geyser with a cup, and he hasnât even touched himself yet.Â
After contemplating for a beat, he sighs and unbuttons the fly of his jeans, using his other hand to press play again. A gasp escapes his lips as he watches the girl on the screen. The curve of her back, the bounce of her tits. She looks soft. He wonders if youâd be as â
No. No. Heâs not doing that.
He spits in his hand and strokes himself, his breathing starting to come out in short, uneven pants. Thereâs a rush of heat in his gut as he watches. His head tilts back slightly, eyes roaming the ceiling before closing them as he attempts to calm himself down. Itâs no use.
His breath hitches, eyes glued to the screen. Heâs memorized by the slick flowing out of her. Fuck, he hasnât gotten laid in a long time. Itâs killing him.
Itâd be okay if he pretended it was you. Itâs not like you would find out. He could imagine fucking your face the way the guy was doing right now in the video, making the bitch gag and moan. Whimpering at being called a good girl.Â
âOh, godââ he mutters, his voice a strangled gasp. She really did look like you. Disturbingly so. When heâs done, heâll have to wash his hands for five minutes straight from the shame.Â
He pants, his grip on himself firm as he squeezes his shaft. Precum smears over his tip and he groans at the sound of the womanâs whimpers getting louder and louder. It makes his lungs seize. Heâs getting close.
He doesnât even register the jingling of the doorknob.
Chosoâs head jerks up, his eyes widening in shock as his head turns to see you in the doorway blinking at him.Â
âOh.â
His throatâs dry. What a cruel fucking joke from the universe. Thereâs no coming back from this. Not when the videoâs still going and heâs still half dressed, hand on his fly in mortification.
You tilt your head, smirking. âNice cock.â
Chosoâs at a loss for words, staring at you with embarrassment and utter daze. What the fuck?
âI, uhâŠâ he chokes out, his voice rough and more high-pitched than usual. Face burning.Â
Heâs going to get fired. No â he has to quit before you even get another word in, save the little dignity he has, maybe convince Yuuji to move to another shitty town with him so he never has to see you again â
âForgot my wallet,â you say, snapping him out of his thoughts.Â
You walk into the room, peering at him. Your eyes fall on the TV, which is still going. The moans feel cheap and tacky now that heâs back in reality.Â
Choso scrambles to press the stop button on the remote, his other hand moving to put a pillow on top of his leaking dick. His eyes flicker wildly between your face and the screen.
âYou find that in here?â
âUh⊠yeah⊠I, umââ
You snort. âForgot to tell you that this used to be an adult video store.â
âThat explains the selection,â he mutters sheepishly.Â
You eye him carefully. He blushes. âDidnât finish?â you taunt.
He feels too fucking humiliated to say anything, so he mutely nods instead. He fumbles with the zipper of his jeans underneath the pillow.
âNeed some help?â
He gapes at you for a moment before looking away. You look amused as you scan his face. Was he hearing you correctly? Was he dreaming?
âAre youâ are you offering?â he gasps out, dumbfounded.Â
âWouldnât be the first time Iâve done something like that in here.â
Chosoâs jaw drops.Â
He stares at you for a moment at a loss for words. Curiosity begins to win out over embarrassment.
âWith⊠who?â
âNone of your business,â you chuckle.
He doesnât like that answer. His jaw clenches, knowing that itâs stupid that it hurts his ego a bit for no reason at all. It doesnât matter. He doesnât press the issue as his gears turn back to your previous offer.
âThen you⊠uh⊠want toâŠ? With me?â
âYou want to, right?â
He swallows nervously, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks at your body shamelessly for a bit. Heâs still so fucking hard. Finally, he nods shyly.
âOkay. Take your clothes off, then.â
For a moment, he wants to protest. This is the last thing he expects from you. Maybe it was a blackmail situation â if he doesnât let you fuck him, would you fire him?Â
He realizes that he doesnât care either way if he gets to fuck you.
He pushes his jeans down with his boxer briefs, shoves the pillow in his lap away with a blush. Slowly, he strips off his t-shirt, leaving him completely exposed. He can feel your gaze on him, raking his chest and arms, the tattoos on his skin. He looks up at you again almost desperately.Â
âI meant it,â you drawl. âYou do have a nice cock.â
âTh-thanksâŠâ he croaks.Â
âWhy so nervous?â you tease. âYou were flirting with me all day.â
âYeah, butââ he mutters, huffing defensively. âI didnât think youâd actuallyââ
âWanna fuck you?â you finish for him.
You say it so bluntly that it catches him off guard. He hadnât really given it too much thought. You were somewhat receptive to his advances if he could call it that. It was mostly him being himself. His sarcasm was meant to be flirting, but none of it was that serious. He found you hot and interesting. He liked that you could keep up with him.Â
When he started touching himself with you in mind, everything was thrown out the window. He wanted you, and would probably dream about you when he got home, but the guilt and shame of doing something so depraved in his place of work made him embarrassed. He wouldnât have been able to face you on his next shift, and then you decided to barge in and ruin everything.Â
And now, youâre offering yourself to him on a silver platter. It was absurd.
He narrows his eyes. âWhatâs in it for you?â
âI think youâre hot. Isnât that enough?âÂ
âYou⊠you actually wanna⊠uhââ
âYeah, Choso,â you roll your eyes. âI wanna fuck you.â
He shifts on the couch, eyes roaming hungrily over your body as his breaths grow labored. He swallows a lump in his throat.
âThen⊠do it,â he mumbles.
You grin, moving to straddle his lap. His hands flex and he has to remember to not appear so eager. This is just a casual hookup with a coworker. One born out of bizarre circumstances, sure, but he needs to play it cool. He grips the edge of the couch.
âDonât wanna touch me?â
He feels even more meek, if that was possible. He hesitates, throat bobbing as he swallows. Heâd had girls in his lap before. Bouncing them on his cock until they cried. For some reason, he feels like the submissive one here just because youâre on top of him.Â
âUh,â he stammers. His voice is quiet, nervous. You think itâs cute. âI didnât know if I was, uh, allowed toââ
âGo ahead.â
He holds back from kissing you. Instead, he smoothes his large hands over your hips, the curve of your waist. He lifts his hands to the edge of your shirt and hooks his fingers into the hem, slowly tugging it upwards. The reveal of skin is tantalizing, makes his mouth water like a man stranded in a desert.Â
Sparks jolt the length of his spine as his fingers brush over the bare skin of your stomach. Fuck, youâre soft. He knew you would be. He pulls the shirt over your head and ogles stupidly at your chest.Â
âSomeoneâs worked up,â you tease, playing with his hair. You undo his buns, leaving his hair down.
ïżœïżœïżœOf course I am,â he mutters, his voice strained. âYouâre sitting on my lap, looking like thatââ
âCan I kiss you?â
His eyes widen.Â
âPlease,â he breathes. It almost comes out like a desperate whine. âI meanâ yeahââ
You raise a brow, laughing. It makes his face heat up down to his neck.Â
âBegging already? Thought youâd be more of a dominant type.â
Youâve thought about me?
âIâ I am,â he grumbles.Â
âUh-huh. Iâll let you prove it later.â You lean in.
âPromise?â He looks at you with something eager in his gaze and your eyes soften.Â
âMhm.â
Finally, he captures your lips with his. You sigh into it and it makes his cock throb underneath you. He takes that as an invitation, his tongue immediately pushing past the plush of your lips. He reaches up to grab the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair as if heâs done it all before. It makes you moan a little in his mouth.
He moans back, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his chest. You pull back slightly, leaving him to chase your lips for a moment as he lets out a small huff of protest. When you look at him, his eyes are half-lidded, lips slightly parted and shiny with spit.
âYouâre pretty,â you say without thinking. âReal pretty.â
He flushes, unable to form words. His expression immediately floods with disappointment when you get off his lap to stand.Â
âWhere are you going?â His voice would be whiny if it wasnât so gruff from desire.Â
âRelax, idiot.â You unbutton your pants, sliding them down slowly. He assumes youâre teasing him, which he doesnât particularly mind. Youâre a sight to behold. His cock twitches as his eyes look at your smooth thighs.Â
âGet over here,â he huffs. You laugh, moving to straddle him.Â
He doesnât have time to react before you lean in to immediately nip at his neck. He lets out a moan, hips bucking involuntarily. You can feel his pulse quickening, the vibration of his moans underneath your lips.Â
âFuck,â he gasps. His fingernails dig into the meat of your waist.Â
He canât stay still. It takes him everything in him to not rock his hips up into you. It doesnât help that he can already feel your wet heat hovering over his cock. His brain nearly short-circuits. He preens under you, grabbing at you like youâre going to fly away.Â
âBe patient. Wanna play with you first,â you mumble.
Chosoâs eyes flutter closed as you speak. You sound so fucking sexy right now, he canât stand it. Itâs better than the stupid filler plot he scrubbed through in that damn porno. Miles better.Â
âPlay with me,â he grits. âFuck â later.â
âOh, yeah. Forgot you were pregaming this before I walked in.â
He glares at you. Itâs entertaining watching the expression melt off his face when you lift your hips and immediately slam down on him. The moan he lets out is guttural. His hands immediately find your hips.
âHah â fuck,â you breathe. âYouâre bigger than you look.â
Choso lets out a strangled chuckle, head falling back on the couch. It makes him look even hotter, the way his tattoos flex with his collarbone.Â
âTold you I wasnât a kid.â
Your laugh tapers off into a moan when he gives a small, tentative roll of his hips. Testing the waters. Youâre so fucking tight that itâs making it hard for him to even think. When he hears you gasp at being filled by him completely, his eyes widen.
âShit,â he gasps. âWanna make you do that againââ
âH-Huh?â
His eyes lock on your face as he grins, grinding into you slowly.Â
âThat noiseââ he groans, his throat taut and dry. âYou made this little gaspââ
âAhââ
âThere it is,â he snickers. His eyes gleam. âJust like that.â
Your eyes roll back, mirroring the roll of his cock inside you. Your cunt clenches around him and it feels like fucking heaven. He can feel all your wetness drool into his lap. He had the urge to push you into the leather, cant his hips up like something rabid.Â
It feels like his brain was going to fall out of his nose, the head rush in tandem with the blood pumping into his cock. Impossible tightness. Snug cunt, petals closing into a bud.Â
When you wrap your arms around him, it almost feels romantic. Itâs dangerous.
He kisses you, then. Quivers when he feels you getting lost in it, tasting nicotine in your swapped spit. He whimpers as you start to move your hips with more intention. You smile wryly at his reaction, pulling away, eyes fixed on where your bodies meet.
Youâre a fucking wet dream while youâre riding him. The way your hair brushes messily over your jawline, the way your mouth parts with a gasp every time he feels you pulsate on his cock. Choso grabs your ass greedily and kneads it, mesmerized at the softness of your flesh.Â
âGod, you look so fucking good right nowââ
His eyes flash as he watches you move. He tries to match your tempo, rutting up into you with frenzied effort. His cheeks are flushed as he nearly unravels himself for you, his expression raw and hungry. He leans in to suck on your tongue, descending his wet mouth down to your jaw, your tits. Oral fixation.
You can feel him deep in your stomach, buried in you. Itâs as if he could pierce you through the throat. Youâre sure that youâll ache everywhere by the time you get home. Youâd never taken a cock quite this big, never been this wet, your insides swirling around like a washing machine. Your guts all muddled with something that felt too warm for just lust.
âSo fucking hot,â he mumbles, hands pressing into your bare thighs.Â
All his preoccupations with you had disappeared. He didnât care if you thought he was a pervert, since you were one too, in a way. Letting him fuck you like this when he barely knew you at all, yet a repressed part of his brain made his heart flutter at the thought of you. It didnât help that he could practically feel your heartbeat with his cock.
It isnât romance â it has to be the sex. He canât think about it too much right now. Not when heâs in a state of delirium inside your cunt.
âChoso, Iâm close,â you whine.
âYeah?â he rasps. âFuck, me too.âÂ
His hair is tousled and sticky. Eyes glazed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
He grabs at your hips, guiding them to grind on him faster. Your wetness makes it all so smooth â all buttery, no resistance. You feel full.
He feels like heâs being squeezed to death, to heaven. It sends him over the edge at the same time he feels your pussy clench around him. You tremble in waves as you gasp out a moan. Itâs more like a choked breath. He canât stop watching you as you come, the way your eyes roll back.Â
A whine escapes his throat as he cums. Everything that seeps out is slick, feels like something new and primordial at once. Seraphic, heâd say, if he happened to be drunk. He certainly feels drunk.
Choso doesnât expect you to kiss him so sweetly after such a vulgar affair. He lets out a long exhale into your mouth with eyes closed, letting his head fall back a little while your hands cup his cheeks. His body is all melted limbs, languid sex.Â
âJesus,â he mutters.Â
âHey.â
He opens his eyes and gazes at you through sleepy lids. He lifts a hand lazily, brushing the hair away from your face.
âYeah?â
âDid you pick an actress that looked like me on purpose?â
He freezes. His hands tighten around your waist as he looks away.
âNo,â he scoffs. âJust thought she was hotââ
You chuckle.
âI didnât pick it, I found it,â he gruffs. âIâll admit that⊠she looks like you⊠I guess.â
âWas I as good?âÂ
He scoffs again, his eyes flashing with a mix of playfulness and irritation. You were as much of a little shit as he was.
âYouâre better,â he rolls his eyes. âI already told you what I think, dumbass. Real pretty.â
âOh, did you?â
Thereâs a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. âIâd be pretty pissed if you werenât better than some stupid videoââ
âIdiot. Those girls are probably like, Olympians at fucking. Porn isnât like real sex anyway.â
âYeah, yeah, I know,â he grins. He pauses for a moment, suddenly looking timid. âItâs just⊠a decent placeholder for when I⊠yâknow.â
âJust call me next time.â
Chosoâs eyes widen slightly, unable to hide his surprise. He sputters for a second.
âWhat? Iâm, uhâ not gonna call you every time Iââ he groans, âThatâll be way too many times.â
You raise a brow.
âWait, noâ that came out wrong. Iâm not some horny freak or somethingââ
âI mean, given how I found youâŠâ
âThatâsââ he stammers, unable to complete a sentence without his brain completely blacking out every millisecond. âThat was a one-time thing.â
âHope so. I donât wanna fire you, newbie,â you grin.
His pulse quickens at your smile.Â
âLike hell, you will. Youâre too understaffed to fire me.â
PART TWO
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i seriously need some sub soobđ«ą
like imagine him squirming and whining because you ONLY kissed his red tip thats leaking precum ehishsisidjdd im going insaneeee
warnings; sub!soobin obvi, sort of pervy, best friends who fuck each other (fwb), puppy pet name, big dick soob, slapping ?? balls??, gets a boner from cleavage, soobin is extra sensitive down there and cums a lot
When Soobin invited you over to his dorm, you donât exactly expect to have nothing but your phone to turn to as he simultaneously gets worked up over some video game heâs playing and ignores you all around. You shouldâve guessed this was going to happen, but youâre bitter about it anyway.
Is it a crime to have thought that he was implying something else by inviting you over?
âIâm bored.â you whine for the umpteenth time, your thumb with no thought scrolling through your feed of posts youâve already liked and reposted.
When he doesnât even spare a glance, you scoff and resort to a kick at his backâwhich to your credit, gets him to adjust his headset and look back to you.
âYeah?â he mouths, not having heard you before.
You canât help but think he looked cute today, his pinkish lips and the hair over his eyes making him look even more of a puppy, but before you could even get a word out, his eyes suddenly widen at the faint yell you could hear from his headset, immedietley turning around has he aggresively spams buttons on his controller in panic.
âHoly shit dude, get off my ass I looked away for oneââ
You groan into his pillow, making sure to make it as dramatic as possible, proceeding to sulk right after. This was not a productive use of your time. Fifty entire minutes of laying on his bed as he plays a video game. The switch out of your sport bra for a push up right before you came over really is doing nothing for you right now.
When you hear a string of curses spilling out of his mouth, you look over your shoulder curiously and see that his screen was in spectator mode. âYou lost?â
He groans, taking off his headset completely, his mic muted. âMhm, got killed. Whatâs up though?â
You take note of the screaming now louder from his headphones. Probably at him for getting eliminated. You donât let him be though, exhaling dramatically looking back to your phone, âWhatâs up is your bestest, number one, most treasured, hottest friend is horny, sexually frustrated, and bored out of their mind.â
Soobin chokes on practically nothing at the casual mention of you being horny. Itâs dumb, like heâs a middle school boy with no experience.
He really was not used to the âthingâ between you guys, like, at all. The stolen kisses (which is to be noted very quickly turn into full blown makeout sessions) when no oneâs looking, the occasional need to send pics of his hard on to you, slight panic and regret settling in when he sees the âreadâ receipt with no sign of a response for an entire five minutes (are you not in the mood? did you hate it? will you stop what you guys have going on?), or even the late night calls when you decide to facetime him instead of responding to his blurry nudes through text, and thenâŠwell, phone sex seemed to be a normal standard of your friendship. Weirdly enough.
Even if by now youâve fucked him well over a few times that a mere mention of feeling horny shouldnât have gotten him as flustered as it just did. But itâs so sudden, the shift from being friends who strongly, and vehemently denied of the secretly dating rumors toâŠsecretly fucking.
âOh yeah?â comes out a lot more in a loser way than he intended because he basically chokes it out. Heâs never been nervous around you, save for the beginning of your friendship.
Youâre very much aware of how unjusted Soobin is to the sudden change in your dynamic. Even you think itâs odd that the person you end up texting when you getâŠneedy is Soobin.
Soobin was never the guy youâd think of starting anything even remotely sexual with.
Youâve known him since the years of being taller than him, and youâve come to learn about his many deep faults along with gross habits you would never let fly under the radar if from someone else, so for him to be the exact type of man youâve been seeking lately in bed is, well, surprising.
He seems to be the only person who can satisfy you nowadays. But you try not to show it too much, basking much more in how easily he gets flustered. Itâs adorable.
âYeah,â you sigh, shifting position from your stomach to your back and after much contemplation, deciding to take the chance of sitting up straight, âDid you really invite me over to watch you game? You know I donât play video games.â
You donât miss the way his eyes trail down, for sure because your chest was in full view now, his tongue prodding out just a tiny bit to wet his lips, almost like out of instinct. That dog. You show a bit of cleavage and heâs already drooling.
To be fair, it is the exact reaction you were fishing out of him. So youâre definitely not complaining.
You end up stifling a laugh, to which he immediately catches like heâs been trained to know your laughs on cue, breaking him out of his dazeâan awkward coughing fit delayed a few seconds after to distract from the fact that he thinks he mightâve been caught, blush quickly warming his cheeks. âYou think theyâre silly, yeah, I know.
âBut theyâreâtheyâre not!â he splutters out, âI thought if you watched me play with Beoââ
âWere you just staring at my tits?â you cut him off with half the ability to not just start laughing. Itâs worth seeing Soobinâs eyes widen like a cartoon character.
âNo!â he says immediatelyâ the crack of his voice doing nothing to help you keep a straight face. See? Adorable.
Then he huffs out a scoff like heâs surprised youâd ever accuse of him of such scandalous behavior. âJust because we fuck doesnât mean I want to do you every second of the day. I respect you.â
Itâs like a game of your cocked brow calling bullshit (more on the fucking thing than respecting you) and him staring back just as intensely as if he truly was not just ogling at your chest. Okay then, fair enough. Youâll get him to break. And admit to it.
âSo if I did thisâŠâ you unbutton one of the two buttons of your crop top, and your eyes intently watch the way he struggles to not watch your every movement, still keeping his eyes on your face.
Stubborn. You can work with that. He wonât last long.
You drag the unbuttoning of the second one, and when it finally pops out, itâs a full view of your cleavage, cool air of the A.C being the cause of the goosebumps appearing.
And youâre right. He doesnât last long. Barely even five seconds.
âMy eyes are up here idiot.â
He doesnât even try to hide the blushing anymore, once again licking his lips. You can see the bob of his adam apple when he finally meets your eyes. âCan I see your tits?â he saysâthe shame of asking is something that overtime became a numbing feeling, because with each time you casually lift your shirt at his request, the easier it gets to push down the feeling of being a pervert.
You break into a wide grin at how easy and straightforward he wasâa passing thought of hoping heâs not like, like this for every living thing with fatty tissue on their chest. Itâs not jealousy, god no, but itâs better if this was only between you two⊠for safety reasons?
You pretend to ponder on it but he should know by now that the enjoyment you get out of teasing him is way greater than any feeling.
You decide on what youâll say, an evil smirk making way. âAm I just a pair of breasts Soobin? Just for you to ogle at? I thought you respected me.â
He shuts his eyes, whining at seeing that his words were very quick to bite him in the ass. âPlease. You know Iâll be good.â he whispers the last few words and that has an affect on you. Big one.
Because he isnât lying. Soobinâs very obedient. And god, you love it. So much.
But you donât show that, you never doâletting him chase after something for once. Maybe if he gets a little more desperate, youâd think about a quick flash. âYou have plenty of my nudes saved, canât you jerk off to those? Yâknow, like you usually do.â
Is it fair to make a jab at the occasional, every so often muffled voice messages in response to even just a slightly revealing picture that youâre asking him the opinion of, where you could hear his unstable breathing and the wet sounds of his pre cum covered shaft? Probably not, especially when you also get off of pics heâd unknowingly send to be the most delicious, mouth watering photo youâve seen yet.
Soobin, on the other hand, is like, sure heâd go insane. Ever since he was allowed to look at you in the not-only-friends way, he took up every chance you dangled in front of him like a dog with a bone. Showing a little bit of your cleavage? His mindâs running to images. Just thinking of kissing and sucking until your tits go sore makes him so shamelessly a pervert. Seeing the head of his cock disappear between your tits when you took it upon yourself that one day of giving him a taste of what a titty fuck was likeâgod, itâs forever embedded into his memory.
He still sulks over the fact that you didnât let him take a video.
Suddenly his well fitted sweats have easily become the most suffocating piece of clothing, his bulge shy of peaking through the fabric and making an obvious imprint. He tries to not look like a sore desperate loser, to look just a tiny bit cooler, but you make it so hard that heâs willing to get on his knees. Like seriously.
Youâre back on your phone, looking to be disinterested which makes him bite the insides of his cheeksâalready overthinking. Were you mad that he asked to see?
He tentatively puts a hand on your ankle, gauging at least some sort of reaction. You give him thatâa glance. âSorry if like, umâ I didnât invite you just for games obviouslyâ well, okay not âobviouslyâ but I, uh, also donât think youâre like, a floating pair ofâŠbreasts or something.â You cock a brow, really curious of where this Soobin ramble of the day would go.
âYouâre my bestest friendâis that corny to say? Shit, well, you are and I think youâre smart, and obviously really funny, and bright and so pretty, like, really pretty and I meanââ
âSoobin where the fuck are you?â
You both look at the headset next to him on the bed, the yelling loud enough to transcend the reason the product was made anyway. He looks back to you and you could tell he intends on finishing his monologue. âAnd I meanââ he starts again before cursing under his breath at the second time he gets cut off.
âFucking cuck, are you ignoring us?â
He groans at the stupid item, as if it just ruined a critical moment. Then he looks back at you apologetically. God, he hopes you donât leave. âUm, well I have to keep playing theyâd kill me ifââ he panics a little trying to explain but youâre on another train of thought entirely, thinking that this was perfect timing.
âItâs okay, keep playing!â You say, practically gleaming.
His facial expression is a mix of skeptical confusion and desperation. But instead of questioning your enthusiasm, he bites down on his lip for a second. âYouâyou wonât leave, right? Donât leave. Please.â
You shake your head, mouthing an âI wonâtâ and finally, he lets out a breath of relief he didnât know he was holding in.
He doesnât know why heâs so desperate for you to stay. Itâs not like you donât see each other, like every day of the week or even call each other when you somehow donât. But regardless he wants you to stay, and he doesnât mind coming off desperate for once.
The situation at hand is too obviously right in your face.
His ramble that was cut off short by who you made out to be none other than Beomgyu, and then Heeseung wasâŠkind of sweet.
No, it was sweet. He thinks youâre really pretty? Not just pretty but really pretty. And smart? And funny? Heâs so cute holy shit you could just reach out to pinch his rosy cheeks. But you didnât and you probably wonât. Because something else caught your attention.
His bulge.
It was tooâŠout there for you to not subtly look down every few filler word Soobin mumbled. Youâre not sure what got him to pop a full blown boner. The teasing? You only said a few sentences and showed modest reveal of your boobs. But nevertheless, you try really hard to bite away a smile because holy shit, he really is easy.
And it fucking turns you on. More than it should. And more than it would if it was any other person.
If you felt horny before, you were basically drenched when getting a glimpse of his wide eyes at seeing you on the carpet, on your knees as youâre face to face with his crotch. He seems to freeze for a second before he quickly works to get his headset off, trying to abandon the game completely.
âNo.â you say sternly, grabbing his dick through his sweats, âKeep playing.â
He mouths a big âwhatâ, nearly whisper shouting, his eyes bulging out. You simply shrug, feeling all too smug, and start to palm him over the fabric. He lets out a sigh of pleasure, shutting his eyes.
âDude, why the hell are you not moving? Fuckâs wrong with Soobin today?â You hear someone yell.
âIf you stop, I stop.â You mouth slowly, and he seems to catch it, hands shaking as he reluctantly picks his controller up again.
âYouâre evil.â
To that, you give him a smile, not really denying it. Because maybe you were, knowing how sensitive he is.
You hope Soobinâs mic is as shitty as youâve heard Hueningkai complain a multitude of times, because if not, heâll have a very hard time on call with his friends from now on. Or maybe not. Maybe itâs a bragging point to have a girl suck you off while playing video games.
You imagine itâd still be a bit awkward anyway.
âHow come youâre so big?â you whisper, more to yourself than him, but he catches it, and still reacts, bucking his hips to your touch, groaning. You click your tongue, pushing him down with one hand, as a warning.
âDonât move. Donât take your hands off the controller. And donât make a sound.â It doesnât take him long before he nods, obediently fixating his eyes on the tv screen.
You coo at how hard he narrows his eyes, thumbs working its actionâbut you want him to break. Maybe you really are evil.
And maybe he already was breaking.
He spreads his legs more and more, before lifting his ass off the mattress, already impatiently needy.
âTouch me.â he whispers, only for you to hear.
You raise a brow, huffing out a laugh as you decide that maybe you should stop playing around and pull his sweats down to his ankles. You donât waste a second to.
When you take in the state of his cock, your mouth could water just at how pretty it looks. Youâve seen it well over a dozen timesâover pics, over facetime, in real life, but youâre never not in awe each time. His slit was already bubbling precum, the thickness of his dick eye wideningâ Itâs not like you have small hands either, and yet you still canât fully wrap your hand around him. You donât think youâll ever get used to his size.
And god his tip was swollen red youâre sure if you just so briefly touched it heâd spasm and jizz all over your face. So youâre gentle. Or at least, you make an attempt.
Promptly grabbing his dick again, you could feel him grow heavier when you let it sit on your hand for a second. Soobin sighs into his mic, no doubt briefly catching the attention of his friends.
âSoobin, youâre dripping.â you comment, eyes following the trail of cum running down his length to your hand. Itâs more in amusement, how heâs basically on the verge of an orgasm without much from you.
You could tell heâs using his last bits of patience to not just outright fuck into your fist, and it fascinates you. You start slowly dragging your hand on his shaft, made easier to navigate with his ridiculous amount of pre cum working as lube.
You watch as he adjusts his position subtly a few times, knowing that heâs trying to keep from slipping out any whines, pursing his lips. But his eyes betray him, they looked distantânot focused. âHow many kills?â you ask.
âZero.â
You furrow your brows, pouting as you still your hands. âIâll speed up with each kill. You have to win for me puppy or Iâll get sad.â
Soobin doesnât know exactly how heâd aim let alone manage a kill with the way you grip the base of his cock, but he knows that despite the sincerety of your words, he doesnât like to think that youâd get sad. He so badly wants to make you proud in some way, happy with that glint in your eyes.
So, he gets a kill.
You hear the comments from his friends, passing compliments and you smile, slowly working your hand. âGot a kill.â he says under his breath, trying his hardest to not fall into the urge of shutting his eyes. Because god, you were good.
âYeah? For me? Get another one puppy.â
A new fire ignites in his chest as he spams buttons, yearning to hear a praise slip from your lips. The way he knits his eyebrows in concentration and had his tongue peeking out was so adorable you almost lose control. Almost.
His breathing picks up as he says, âAnother one.â
You get the confirmation heâs saying the truth by his friends again and you start moving your hand unfathomably fast as a reward, your hand getting sticky. âGooood boy, getting all the kills.â
The sudden speed gets to Soobin, faltering his streak as he holds back choked up groans, head quickly becoming light. âToo much, too much.â he whispers, soft moans slipping through his breathing. You catch the way his hands loosen its grip on the controller and you smirk.
Heâs way too easy to break.
âToo much? Should I stop?â
He shakes his head again, this time more frantic. You could make out the sparkly tears threatening to spillâyouâre all too familiar with this. âPlease donât.â
âThen what? What do you want me to do?â you ask slowly, wet sounds of your hand working at his dick so dirty.
âMouth,â he sighs, not controlling the way his hips buck into your hands despite your disapproval. âWant you to put it in your mouth.â
You almost laughâyour mouth? Last time, he barely lasted a second. Youâre not doing that. But youâll tease him about it regardless.
âPut what in my mouth?â
He doesnât waste a breath. âCock. My cock.â
Youâre not even sure if he muted his mic by now, but the way he says it in that needy, desperate broken voice is so sinful youâre surprised you havenât jumped his bones. Too bad you wonât give him what he wantsâor at least not completely.
You rub your thumb over the head of his dick, dribbles of pre-cum still messily spurting from his slit. Heâs not paying attention to the gameâno, his eyes were focused entirely on you. You would scold him, but youâre entirely too aroused by the way his mouth basically waters in anticipation.
You maintain eye contact when you dip your head down slowly, an experimental kitten lick on his tip and he immediately thrusts his hip, dick slipping past your lips. You pull back, expecting that exact reactionâand he whimpers. Whimpers.
Itâs not hard to pick up on the screaming from his headset, his friends clearly pissed off that hes been in the same spot for well over a minute now, becoming an easy kill to enemies on the other team. âPuppy, how come youâre losing? I thought you were doing well.â
Before he could respond, you tighten your grip on his shaft, and he groans, trying to bite down the noiseâmaybe he didnât mute it after all. Itâs almost animalistic how he chases your hand.
But youâre not as forgiving nowâmisbehaving boys get punished. You lick the underside of his dick, dragging the flatness of it up to his head, saltiness of his pre-cum overpowering your tastebuds before pulling back to see Soobin has basically abandoned the game, head thrown back as both his hands grip the sheets under him, letting out broken pitched moans.
You smile, knowing you gave him the impression that youâd put him in your mouth. No, youâre here to have your fun. He peeks through an eye at feeling you do nothing more, and the moment he does, you slapâhard. Maybe a tad bit harder than you intended.
Your aim was his nutsack, balls full of cum you could see he was holding from the week youâve challenged him to not jerk off, and godâthe way his eyes fly open, jaw slacking as his legs spasm, letting out a sound youâve never heard a man makeâ you wonder why you havenât done this sooner.
âYou didnât get off like I told you to right? Good puppy.â He nods frantically, his vision fogging.
He looks so broken, tears streaming down his cheeks faster than you could even take notice of. If his friends didnât hear him before, they definitely heard him now. Heâs a hiccuping mess, nose running when you decide to give him a little more, swirling your tongue around his tip, warm in your mouthâ then you pull back before he loses control and starts fucking your mouth.
âPuppy canât talk? Your friends know how much of a whore you are nowâŠisnât that embarrassing?â you coo, your hand still jerking him off. âWhat would they say knowing youâre my little mutt, obeying each and every word like a dog in heat?â
The words are getting to him. He tried to keep quiet for the sake of his prideâ anyone knowing how desperate he gets for you is a hit to his ego, itâs embarrassing the amount of things heâd do just for a chance of eating you out, but this spurs him onïżœïżœ having you degrade him, telling him what exactly he is to you. Your obeying dog.
You could see his lips quivering, and notice the tensing of his body. Quickly, you part your hair to the side, take him in your mouth all the way, trying to relax your throat as to not gag when your nose finally presses against his abdomenâbut of course you do, itâs hard not to with how thick he is. It doesnât take a milisecond before you feel his load spilling down your throat, his big hands moving to hold the back of your head, orgasm crashing down like waves of the pacific came over him.
You stay there for a few more seconds, feeling yourself get lightheaded with how much he manages to cum, and even when you pull away with a need to take a deep breath, you see that his dick was still spurting little bits. âHoly shit.â you say under your breath, slightly coughing as you wipe away at the semen that managed to dribble down your chin.
Soobin had a lot stored.
Soobin falls backwards on the bed, chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath, some of his hair plastered to his forehead and his temple. Thereâs a lot of thoughts spinning in his head. And he doesnât exactly know how to label them. Lazily, he takes his headset off, throwing it to god knows where.
âHey. Question.â
âYeah?â
âDo you fuck other people?â
You perk up at the question, the randomness making you stay silent for a bit until you shrug. âNo, not really.â
Soobin sighs. He doesnât know why. Was it relief? Maybe. Probably.
âDo you?â you ask it almost timidly, unknowingly playing with the threads of your ripped jeans. Thank god to Soobin because he answers quickly, not allowing for any space of anxiousness.
âNo. Only you.â
You slowly nod, pursing your lips. âCool.â
âYeah, very cool,â then his brows furrow at a thought popping up in his head, âWait, do you like,â
You raise your brows. âDo I what?â
âLike, you know, suck off other guys?â
You scoff, heâs so ridiculous. You donât even get to see his reaction to your answers, as youâre sitting on the floor and his back is on the mattress. âNo Soobin, I donât suck off other guys. Well, not as of recently. Youâre the only one Iâve been doing this with.â
âOh, o-okay.â You snort at the cute stutter.
Too bad you donât catch the small âgoodâ he says under his breath.
note: when i checked the word count I was so shocked weâre keeping that a secret đ appreciate any feedback!
#txt smut#soobin smut#sub!soobin#sub!idol#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#soobin hard thoughts#soobin hard hours
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â§Ë mike Û« Ś
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Is he a top or bottom? Mike is a perfect even split between sub and dom. He's kind of a pussy, so don't expect any hardcore shit when he's on top. But like?? He expects?? Rough treatment?? When he's the sub?? Lmao, what a hypocrite.
What are his favorite positions? Sub Mike likes to be ridden while being tied down, it gives him a good view. Dom Mike also likes to be ridden, except this time your hands are the ones tied, behind your back, and he has the tail like a leash and he can pull it to make your back arch, thus putting boobs in his face. So he can *blublublublublub* all in them mfs.
How freaky is he? Depends on the day and the mood. Sometimes Mike can be quite adventurous. He can wanna fuck in the bathroom or the janitors' closet at school, but he can also pussy out and just wait until you get home and just fuck in the basement or in his bedroom. He can wanna be teased and edged, or he can just give you a quick pound and that's that. And then sometimes, he'll want to experiment with new kinks and then sometimes, he wants to be boring and basic.
How noisy is he? Mike is a whimperer and a whiner. So, he's pretty noisy most of the time.
How long does he usually last? Usually right at twenty minutes.
Protection or no? Are you kidding? His parents would kill him if he got you pregnant, of course he uses protection.
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Is he a top or bottom? Trevor is a top. He did genuinely try to be a bottom once, but being called a "good boy" just made him feel like a dog.
What are his favorite positions? Doggy, but specifically over the Ectomobile hood. He likes the idea of driving it and thinking Yo, I fucked her on this thing. Even if he does get a hard-on in the middle of the road because of it.
How freaky is he? Moderately freaky. I mean, he's not looking to call you a bunch of names or beat the fuck out of you for pleasure, but he's down with some car sex in a parking lot, and for the occasional spank to your ass, and also for some teasing with sex toys. How noisy is he? He's more of a heavy breather, but occasionally you'll slide across a vein on his dick that he's sensitive about that gets a moan out of him. How long does he last? Somewhere in twenty-five-to-thirty-minute range. Sometimes it's longer, sometimes it's shorter. Protection or no? Yeah. His car floor is like covered in condom wrappers, it's kind of funny because he doesn't clean his car and he drives Phoebe and Podcast to school sometimes and they're like "?? The fuck??" ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Is he a top or a bottom? Both, but he thinks he's way more of a top than he actually is. Which is a lie. Richie Tozier is your bitch. Period. What are his favorite positions? All of them. He can't pick a favorite. He likes reverse cowgirl, because ass. He likes being rode, because boobs. He likes going down on you, because he likes to see your face contort in pleasure. Yeah, any position you do he can find a reason to love it. How freaky is he? He's freaky, but a lot less than you'd think. He does have his limits. One of them is that he refuses physical violence. He'll degrade you all you want, but he won't lay a finger on you in a negative away, no matter how much you beg. How noisy is he? It's Richie- when the fuck is he ever quiet? He's noisy, he's loud, and he's not ashamed of it. He wants everyone to know that he's getting laid. How long does he last? Eh. Fifteen minutes or so. He makes it count, though.
Protection or no? He's like Boris in the way that he sometimes he does forget, but that's alright, you're on the pill anyways. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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አ@pirateeznet 2nd anniversary Fic~
áŠGenre chosen: sci-fi, with prompt: a lab-engineered [unspecified] has broken out of the lab, and you/a member find you/a member hiding in an alley
áŠPairing: Scientist! Jeong Yunho x Hyena Hybrid! Reader (f)
áŠGenre: smut
áŠau: sci fi, hybrid
áŠtrope: s2l
áŠword count: 2,698
áŠsummary: when yunho gets fired from his big corporation job as a scientist, on his way out, he finds you in an alleyway and brings you home. what he doesn't see coming is exactly how much more of the animalistic side of you there is...
áŠspecial thanks to @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii for helping me iron some details out
áŠsmut warnings below cut!!
áŠwarnings: toxic male moment!, futa, dom! Reader, sub! Yunho, oral (f), fingering (f), cock stepping, degradation, Mommy nickname (f), baby boy nickname (yunho), praise kink, degradation kink, orgasm denial
áŠmood board inspiration by daeeun @daemour for inspiration:
Yunho was having an absolute shit day.
Yunho worked in a top-class, corporate funded lab. The problem was that he was stuffed into an absolutely useless department. What the fuck was Developmental Analysis anyways? So Yunho felt like his academic mind was rotting away in a basement suite.
So what if he drank sometimes at work? It was boring. He didnât actually do anything. He could be studying and breaking down genetic makeup, but noooooo he just filled charts and wrote up papers that he was pretty sure werenât getting read.
His boss, some frou-frou higher up that probably didnât know the difference between an atom and an apple, looked at him distastefully from across their desk.
âIâm sorry to inform you, but weâre letting you go.â Except for this man, Yunho squinted at the name plate at the desk, Park Seonghwa? Yeah, this guy didnât look sorry at all.
âHereâs a box to put your things in and leave the premises immediately. Iâll have Jongho escort you for old times' sake.â Seonghwa put on the most half-assed sympathetic smile and then waved his hands to show he was finished with Yunho.
Yunho hiccupped while he put his framed text photo of Every disaster movie starts with the government ignoring a scientist that his best friend Mingi had bought him when he first got the job. Yunho didnât need this job. This job needed him! Yunho sent a glare around at the open concept office, and everyone ducked their heads.
âCâmon, Yunho.â Jongho gripped his upper arm rather roughly. âThis hurts me more than it hurts you, big guy.â
âIâm the one that got fired. How are you hurting more than me?!â Yunho pointed out but nonetheless grabbed his box and let Jongho tug him towards the elevator.
Jongho turned his head away and, with his free hand, wiped a finger at his eyelashes. âYouâve the best work friend Iâve had, Yunho.â
Yunho rolled his eyes and dropped his jaw, making a face. He was so over this place.
Jongho didnât let go of his arm, even as they reached the rotating doors to the upper level. âSeonghwa says Iâve got to take your lab coat too, Yunho.â
Yunho sent a look of disbelief at the security guard. âI paid for this out of my own pocket!â
Jongho shrugged his shoulders. âTheyâll remove the charge from your severance pay anyways, bro. Just do it.â
Yunho squared his shoulders stubbornly. âI may be fired, but Iâm still a scientist. They canât take that away from me.â And with that final sentence, Yunho twirled around on his heel to leave. He overestimated and did an extra half twirl, facing the wrong way to leave. He put his converse-covered feet in front of each other, heavily crossing his legs, but eventually, he made his way out of the building forever.
âStupid corporate bigwigs,â Yunho mumbled under his breath.
Where did he park his car again? Yunho instinctively turned down an alley. He was pretty sure he jaunted down it on his way to work this morning. Who fires someone on a Monday anyway?
Something pushed a can into the middle of the alley, and Yunho stopped. No object moved without a force behind it. Was it an alley cat or a homeless person?
Yunho started to dig into his box. âUhhhh, if you want something of worth, I suppose this pen might be good for a few bucks at the local pawn shop, but I canât make any promises,â Yunho muttered.
âHelpâŠmeâŠâ A raspy voice says from behind some garbage bags.
Yunho took a step back from the rustling bags. âListen, you donât want a piece of this, buddy.â Yunho dropped his box and brandished his old letter opener.
â...pleaseâŠâ
Yunho grabbed his phone from his back pocket and turned on the flashlight. You blinked up at him, dark eyes reflecting back the light. Yunho shook his head. Didnât only nocturnal animals have that feature?
âWho are you?â
You whined, hands in between your legs, that sprawled out on either side of you. â...IâŠescaped.â
âMe too! Iâm so glad I never have to go back to that place. You know what? We should celebrate! At my place.â Yunho pulled his flask from his box. âIâve got more where this came from!â
As it turned out, Yunhoâs car had gotten impounded from its less than auspicious parking spot in front of a computer cafĂ©. Yunho lugged his box to the nearest bus and paid for both your fares.
âA little early for Halloween, isnât it?â The bus driver shouted.
Yunho pouted as he sat down on the bus. âIâm a real scientific man!â
You hesitated at the front, arms wrapped around your body. Yunho patted the seat beside him, and you scurried over. You tucked yourself into his frame and shivered. Yunho instinctively put his arm around your shaking shoulders.
âHey hey.â Yunho patted your shoulder in reassurance. âWeâre better than that place! There's no need to cry.â
Yunho stumbled off the bus steps, missing his bus stop by several stops later. But that was okay. Because he had his flask and he had you now as company.
âSo, what do you go by, fellow escapee?â Yunho giggled, tipping his head back and taking a shot of his whiskey.
âFi--â
Yunho hiccupped, interrupting you. âFi, huh? Thatâs cute. Iâm Yunho.â
âYu--â Yunho shoved the flask at you. âYu?â
âYuyu!â Yunho giggled again. His nose and ears were red. âI love it. Yuyu and Fi!â
You sniffed the flask and then growled at it. Yunho shrugged and took the flask from you. âMore for me then!â
How Yunho managed to drink, balance his box, and make it back to his apartment is a mystery, but the fired scientist does, in fact, do everything AND unlock the door to his place.
âYou stay as loooooong as you want,â Yunho says, throwing his hands up in the air. âIâll never kick you out. Iâm not mean like that horrible place.â
âI--â You take a long look at the bachelor pad. âDo you live alone?â
âI used to have a roommate, but he got a girlfriend.â Yunho rolled his eyes. He landed on his couch pretty heavily with a huff. âSan, the romantic.â
You tug on the beanie over your head and the long jacket over you. Yunho squinted at you. Did you have those on earlier? What did he care? âMake yourself at home.â
Yunho spent the rest of the night drinking any liquor he could get his hands on. He bitched and whined and complained about his job and his place of work. You listened to him, preferring his babble to the thoughts in your own head.
Eventually, Yunho laid down on the couch, mumbling under his breath about the idiocy of the 1%, arm outstretched to the floor. Tentatively, from your position on the floor along him, you reached your hand to brush your fingers to his.
âYou and me, kid,â Yunho grunted from under his breath. âWeâre gonna take over the world.â His fingers curled into yours before you both fell asleep.
When Yunho woke up, he groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. âOh fuck.â
The toilet flushed, and then you came out of his bathroom. Yunho was too busy rubbing sleep from his eyes. âI need water,â he noted to himself.
âI hope you donât mind,â you said sweetly, âMy clothes wereâŠdirty--â
Yunho shouted and jumped on his couch. âWhat the fuck?â
You winced. âIâm sorry, Iâll take the clothes off immediately!â
Your hands grabbed the hem of Yunhoâs t-shirt and began to yank it off. Yunhoâs eyes ran over your soft thighs, your tummy, your underboob and then covered his eyes. âNo no, itâs quite alright, you can wear it!â
You chewed your bottom lip nervously. âYou donât remember last night, do you?â
âWell, by the way Iâm fighting nausea, and a half naked woman is coming out of my bathroom, I can make assumptions.â
You shook your head vehemently. âI knew this was a bad idea.â
âBad idea to fuck me? Iâm sure others told me I'm better when Iâm drunkâŠâ Yunho scratched the back of his head in confusion.
You whined in the back of your throat. âYou didnât fuck me, Yunho. You helped me escape.â
Yunho chuckled dryly. âOh right,â he said mirthlessly, âI got fired.â
âI really appreciate what youâve done,â you said in a worried tone. âNot a lot of people would have stuck their necks out for me.â
Yunho waved his hand. âItâs nothing, FiâŠâ Whatever else was going to come out of his mouth was gone as you pulled your yellow tail around your body and anxiously pulled at some black hair at the tip.
âOh, Iâve fucked up.â
âPlease, Yunho, donât kick me out,â you begged immediately. âYou said youâd never kick me out last night!â
âI also said Iâd solve the majority of Einsteinâs theories!â Yunho yelled back.
You winced, curling your shoulders forward to make yourself smaller. âPlease,â you whimpered.
Yunho zoned in on the black tipped yellow ears on your head. Oh he was so fucked. He had heard rumors about the Genetic Experimentation level, but he just thought it was other scientists razzing him.
Adrenaline rushed through Yunho. He grabbed your arm roughly, akin to the way Jongho escorted you out of his old work and started towards the door. âIâm taking you back before I get sued. What the fuck was I thinking? A million dollar investment in my apartment? Iâll tell them I found you and I brought you back as soon as I could!â
âNo, you canât!â You struggled in Yunhoâs grip, digging your feet in, but still the man pulled you to his door.
âThe hell I canât!â Yunho snapped. âThis is my house and my life. You will listen to me.â
Something snapped in you. No one ever out ranked you. You were the strongest, the fastest, the better one in this situation. Who the fuck was Yunho to tell you what to do???
You growled, deep in your chest, and planted your feet. You broke the grip. Yunho had you by hitting his hand off you with your fist. Yunho yelled in surprise and held his wrist to his chest. You placed two hands on Yunhoâs shoulders and dug your fingers in cruelly to his neck muscles. Yunho whimpered and was driven to his knees. âYou weak-minded man,â you sneered.
âWeak minded?!â Yunho gulped as he stared up at you.
âYou are below me in every single fucking way,â You spat. âHow dare you try to evict me when you promised me safety. Are you that scared of the world that you canât stand for your own words? Pathetic.â
Yunho licked his lips. What is going on right now? What happened to the pleading woman who he could have sworn was smaller than him just a few minutes ago.
âIâll show you whoâs boss, little man,â you threatened.
Yunho watched with fascination as something rose from under his t-shirt that you still had on. âI bet youâve never seen a clit as big as mine, huh, sissy boy?â
âclit?â Yunhoâs eyebrows shot into his fringe.
âWanna see?â You said practically giddily.
Science made Yunho nod his head.
You tucked your fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs, and neatly stepped out of them. Then you raised the t-shirt to reveal that your clit had indeed engorged itself until the point where it appeared like a⊠Yunhoâs eyes became as big as saucers.
âI⊠You have a cockâŠâ Yunho whispered almost reverently.
You shook your head. âNo, sweetums, thatâs my clit. Itâs ten times more sensitive than your pathetic cock.â
âHow sensitive?â Yunho asked.
âWhy donât you suck it and find out,â You said sweetly.
Yunho nodded his head to himself. His mouth was watering. Something about your domineering attitude was honestly luring him in. He wanted to wrap his lips around your clit. He wanted to feel what you felt like in his mouth. And most of all, he wanted your approval all of a sudden. What would it take?
âThereâs a good boy,â you cooed as Yunho licked the tip of your clitoris.
His eyes glanced upwards to your encouraging, smiling face and then his lips encompassed the head of your engorged clit. He sucked on it and it caused your head to cast backwards. âFuck, Yunho, that feels amazing, baby.â
Yunho looked nervous as he bobbed his head down your length, gagging as you hit the back of his throat. Except that it felt wonderful and you needed more of it.
âDrop your jaw, sweetums,â you cooed some more. âLet Mommy fuck your throat, hmm?â
Yunho managed a tiny squeak in agreement and then you were shoving your clit down his throat. Yunho moaned in between breaths, your slick-covered clit gliding over his tongue and down his throat. Being used like this was making him hard.
âWhat's this?â You sang, and Yunho felt his stomach drop out of his ass.
The hard bottom of the ball of your foot pressed down on his semi-hard cock. âAre you getting turned on by this, Mister alpha male?â
Yunho whimpered as you continued to step on his cock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and you sighed in disappointment. âMore like a sweet baby beta, hmm?â
You pulled out your clit and grabbed it by the base. You smeared it against Yunhoâs cheek, watching as his ears got red in embarrassment. âStick your tongue out, Yunnie,â You commanded.
Yunho did, looking debauched and delicious in the process. You tapped your clit on Yunhoâs outstretched tongue, enjoying the feeling of the roughness against your sensitive organ.
Your other free hand gripped the back of Yunhoâs head and you shoved your clit back into his mouth.
âThat's it, take my clit in your mouth, just like that,â You moaned.
This sensation of having your clit sucked like this was making your pussy lips wet with desire. âPut your pretty fingers in me, Yunho, make me feel real good.â
Yunho stared up at you, your clit pushed into the soft flesh of the inside of his cheek, as he put one, then two fingers inside of you. You moaned at the dual sensation. It was nothing that you have ever experienced before; it was mind-numbing as Yunho penetrated you and sucked on you.
âMake mommy cum, Yunnie, oh fuck yes, that feels so good baby boy, give me what I want. Come on, swirl that tongue around me. Suck me good. Curl those fingers into my rough spot, that's a good boy, yeah yeah!!-â
You let go of Yunhoâs head as you rode your orgasm. Yunho coughed, wiping his lips with the back of his mouth. â...what was that?â He asked.
You opened your eyes and stared down with a lust-lidded look. âThat was my pseudo-penis, and that was me dominating you, Yuyu. But you liked it, didn't you, big boy?â
Yunho swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. âIâŠâ
You gripped his chin harshly and began to growl. âSay it, Yunho. Say it for Mommy.â
Yunho whined, biting down on his lower lip. âI like it, Mommy. Yunho likes being your baby beta.â
âMuch better.â You let go of Yunho and pushed the t-shirt back down, your clit having become normal sized again. âNow you know what happens when you try to pull rank on me.â
âYou're just going to leave me like this?â Yunho called out dejectedly.
You waved a hand. âI'm gonna shower. You take care of yourself, big boy.â
Yunho watched as you sauntered to the bathroom and wondered how exactly he had gotten himself into this mess. And why exactly he was DYING for another chance for you to fuck his throat.
Yunho sat in thought. You had a pseudo penis. Your genes made you dominate him. Your tail and ears were yellow with black accentsâŠ
âWait, youâre a hyena hybrid?!â Yunho shouted out to the closed door, and he swore he heard a cackle just like a hyena on the other side.
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Threesome
Day 19
Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem omaticaya reader x Soâlek
Adult neteyam picture made by @cinetrix <3
Summary: You had two of the most finest mates in all of pandora, what more could you ask for?
Warnings: Sub reader, Dom Neteyam, Dom Soâlek, Oral (M receiving), Semi bratty reader, Ass slapping, P in V.
Word count: 1207
Translation(s): Syulang -> Flower, Yawne -> Beloved.
A/N: Wow first Soâlek fic and with none other than Neteyam, Not sure if I like this or not but Enjoy <3
Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna
Today was so boring, the oloâeyktan had instructed you and your mates along with a few others to decorate and put food out for tonightâs ceremony.
Neteyam and Soâlek were in charge of setting the food along the wooden tables while you and Makeyo were doing the banner. Makeyo was a good warrior, he wasnât as great as Neteyam but he still got plenty of women.
All of except for you, he was furious when you chose Neteyam and Soâlek as your mates instead of him. Naturally he got over it but he still longed to have you sometimes.
âY/n are you done? Iâm already finished with this sideâ he shouts towards you. âYes yes Iâm doneïżœïżœ annoyed you climb down from the tree and step back to look at your work. The banner is tied in the middle between two trees saying âCongratulations Entok and Kakaluâ
Tonightâs ceremony was about them and you felt happy for Kakalu since you grew up alongside her. She was like a sister to you, you did everything together.
Sighing you glance around trying to find your mates but you donât see them, confused you walk around calling their names but to no luck.
Giving up you decided to just go home till the ceremony started, as you were walking your ears suddenly perked up at the sound of laughter coming from Kakaluâs hut.
Curiosity consumes you as you make your way over there crouching behind a large bush. The flap was open so you could see directly inside but what you saw only hurt.
Kakalu was there but so were your mates.. they were in a circle drinking some coconut water while Kakalu was laughing but that wasnât the reason why this hurt. The reason was that Kakalu had her hand on Neteyams thigh and he didnât even move it.
Huffing you back away walking off, two can play at that game.
Once the ceremony had begun you made your way to sit next to Makeyo who was shocked that you werenât sitting by your mates. Originally you were supposed to match with your men but still angry from earlier you went with your favorite blue beaded top that hung loosely around you along with a tewng that matched.
âYou donât mind if I sit here right?â Looking at the man innocently, he gulped and you could see a faint pink blush on his cheeks âNo of course not, though shouldnât you be with your mates?â
Donât get him wrong he was happy you chose to sit with him but normally at these ceremonies your supposed to sit with your mate(s) if you have one.
Shrugging you turn to face where the oloâeyktan was âIâm not speaking with them at the moment.â Makeyo just nodded not really caring for the reason only caring that your letting him be this close to you when usually youâd push or shove him.
You feel both your mates gaze on you from across the way, smirking you take Makeyoâs hand and place it on your thigh feeling him gently squeeze it. Before your mates can get up though the ceremony starts.
Kakalu and Entok walk down the pathway towards Jake before standing infront of him, they say a few heartfelt vows before sharing a drink out of this large cup.
Everyone erupts with joy clapping and wishing good things for the couple. The feast begins shortly after and you stand up leaving Makeyo to walk back to your hut.
As your walking you swear you can hear footsteps approaching but as your turn thereâs no one. Ugh why did you have to go the long way home, too caught up in cursing yourself you donât notice the figure infront of you till you bump into their chest.
âShit Iâm so sorry I wasnât lo-â you break into a full on sprint after seeing who it was, you donât get far as now your tackled to the ground with your arms behind your back.
The figure tsks before ripping your loincloth off as well as your top, the cool breeze against your bare cunt makes you shiver. Another figure walks infront of you crouching down by your head, he lifts your face and you see itâs Soâlek, so Neteyam is the one behind you.
âOh yawne, you know the rules..â he says brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear, meanwhile you can feel Neteyam line his tip with your entrance. âFuck both of you! I didnât say anything when Kakalu had her hand on Neteyams thigh especially when he didnât remove it!â You seeth squirming.
A harsh slap comes down on your ass making you yelp âYou didnât see the full thing syulangâ Neteyam huffs slamming himself inside you. âI did push her hand off me, every *thrust* single *thrust* time *thrust*â
Soâlek moved back to untie his loincloth throwing it next to yours, as he moved back him and Neteyam shared a glance before Neteyam grabbed you by your hair forcing you up enough for Soâlek to rub the tip of his cock along your lips.
Your lips parted allowing him entry which he gladly took, his cock slid into your mouth eventually hitting the back of your throat âGood girlâ he purrs.
Soâlek took control now replacing Neteyams hands with his own, Neteyam moved his hands back to yours holding them tightly as he fucked into you harshly now. His movements pushing you forward and forcing you to take more of Soâleks cock down your throat.
Muffled whimpers could be heard from you but your mates didnât care, not after what they saw. Neteyam hissed as he set a pace that made you clench tightly.
Soâlek threw his head back feeling your throat constricting around him, he began thrusting into your mouth matching Neteyams pace.
âYou wanna act like a slut weâll treat you like one yawneâ Soâlek murmured feeling his orgasm approaching, it was cute actually. Whenever you gave him head he wouldnât last long.
Neteyam could also feel his but held back wanting to still teach you a lesson. His balls slapped against your clit making you scream around Soâleks cock. The vibrations going through him making him whimper âAh! Sh-shit!â He held your head pulling your face flush against his pelvis as he came down your throat. âYou better swallow all of it baby.â
Obeying you gulped down his sweet warm cum, Soâlek hummed as he pulled out of your mouth with a pop. He then sat back and watched as Neteyam kept pounding into you.
âMaâTeyamur please..â you mewl raspy from Soâlek fucking your throat raw. âNo, now shut up and take this dick syulangâ he smacks your ass again leaving a handprint.
Slowly Soâlek started pumping his once again hardened cock watching his mates. You move your gaze to him âMaâLek..â almost pleading for him to help you.
He chuckles âYou got yourself into this yawne, I can not help you.â Not being able to hold back anymore Neteyam pulls out of your dripping pussy groaning as his cum spills on your ass.
Before you have a chance to ask he answers almost reading your mind âOnly good girls get to be filled syulang.â
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Your writing makes me feel things oh my
Could you do a Robin smut with promts 1, 2, 28, and 30? Ik it probably sounds like a lot so I'd get it if u don't want to. But I thought it'd all fit together like Robin's jealous reader's flirting with someone else and reader's excuse is that she and Robin are "just friends" so Robin has to set her straight
Anyways I also wanted to say that I am so jealous of your writing skills and I (embarrassingly) look up to you(r writing?)
Baby I love you for this and your compliments mean the absolute world to me. Like I love you so much let's get married immediately.
No Robin smut for me is too much.
No Sharing // R.B. x Reader
Summary: Robin has to set the record straight with her "best friend".
CW: MDNI 18+, delicious beautiful smut, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, dom!robin, sub!reader
Another hot, dusky summer night, another house party at Steve Harrington's house.
Everyone was there, of course, including Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve himself, just about everyone that went to Hawkins High School. Including your most cherished best friend, Robin Buckley.
The two of you stood in the kitchen, people watching, laughing at everyone's antics, like Tammy Thompson being too drunk to even stand, and Steve slipping on some spilled liquor, falling straight on his ass.
It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to be alone in the corner, giggling and gossiping with each other, huddled close together as the two of you normally would, being the introverts you are.
Robin had been your best friend since 6th grade, when your mom forced you to go to her birthday party, March 10th, despite your attempts at begging not to go. You didn't get along well with other kids, as some weren't fond of your "awkward" personality, so you always opted to stay home.
Your mom forcing you to go to her birthday sleepover was the best thing that could've happened to you. You'd gotten along with her so quickly, having so much in common, like being labeled "weird" or "different". You had the same music taste, the same sense of humor, and hated the same people.
Over the years, the friendship blossomed, hanging out after school, passing notes to each other in class, sharing clothes, having sleepovers, Robin always falling asleep during the middle of movie night, and snuggling together in bed. You'd even practiced kissing each other, for when the two of you would eventually get a boyfriend.
But as time passed, neither of you had ever gotten interested in boys, because they were "boring", and spent most of your time with each other instead, which the two of you were happy to do. It was a beautiful friendship, sent from the universe itself, and you were absolutely inseparable.
As you and Robin were continuing to laugh and goof around, she spilled her drink from her red solo cup onto the front of her shirt, drenching her.
"Oh shit, Robin, let me find a towel-"
"Nah, it's cool. I'll go find one myself." She insisted.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, definitely. I'm gonna go find one, be right back." She saluted you.
"Okay." You giggled as she began to navigate through the sea of intoxicated young adults.
"Hey there." A familiar voice greeted you.
You looked over to see Eddie Munson himself, drunk, hovering above you.
"Hey Eddie! What's up?"
"Not much," he gestured towards Robin, "where's she going?"
"Oh, she spilled her drink on her shirt, went to clean herself up is all."
"Ah, okay, gotcha. So, how you been doin' lately?"
Eddie and yourself chatted amongst yourselves in the kitchen for a few minutes. You couldn't help but find his drunken, goofy self charming.
And Robin couldn't help but notice.
She came back to see you talking with him. You were laughing too much, shoving him playfully too much, twirling your hair with your fingers too much for her liking.
And she couldn't help but overhear you say:
"Robin? Yeah, I know we're really close, just best friends, ya know?"
She'd heard enough.
She put on a smile and strutted over, linking her elbow with yours.
"Oh, hey Robin!" You exclaimed, smiling at her, "did you find a towel?"
"Yeah, I did," she nodded, her eyes fixated on Eddie, "so, what're you guys doing?"
"Oh, we were just talking, catching up, ya know-"
She cut Eddie off, "Yeah, that's cool. Hey, can we have our own talk over there?" She glanced at you, pointing to the stairs.
"Oh, um, yeah..." you said, confusion on your face. "Sorry Eddie, I'll see you later-"
"Yeah, she'll see you later." She interrupted you, a condescending tone to her voice as she grabbed your arm, walking you towards the staircase.
"Robin, what the hell was that? That was so fucking rude-"
"Shut up and keep walking."
You hesitantly followed her up the stairs to an empty room, the only furniture in it a dresser and a freshly made bed, feeling annoyed as she shut the door behind you, locking it.
"What's gotten into you?" You questioned her, frustrated, "You been drinking or something?"
"Oh, stop it, you know that neither of us actually drink at these things." She took a few steps forward to you, her hands behind her back.
"Well," you stammered, "what the fuck is your problem? You were mean to him for no reason-"
"You wanna know what the fuck my problem is?" She raised her voice, "My problem is you going around telling people that we're 'just friends', flirting around with people I know you don't care about."
You shot her a confused look.
"Okay... well, what's wrong with that?"
"Oh my god," Robin threw her arms up in the air in frustration, slapping them on her sides, "Cut the shit, babe. You know what's wrong with that.
"Robin, I really don't understand-"
She stepped closer to you, very much so irritated with you.
"Come on, now. Don't act so ignorant," she began one of her infamous rants, "we've never had boyfriends, never even kissed one, for fucks sake, we've only kissed each other. We have sleepovers where we cuddle, sometimes even half naked, we wear each other's clothes, we only spend time with each other, no one else! Don't act so fucking stupid, because I know you're not blind to this, to this situation, to us!"
There was a moment of silence, a moment where the air, the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
Your face went hot, as you just stared at her with glossy eyes, feeling timid.
She took note of your body language, and took another step forward, until her face was only inches from yours.
"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it." Her voice dropped an octave, lustful eyes glancing to yours, and to your lips.
"Robin," you breathed, "I'm sorry-"
She grabbed your face with her hands, crashing her lips onto yours, pulling you in for a hard, passionate kiss.
When you didn't reciprocate, she pulled back.
"I'm sorry," she started, "I shouldn't have-"
You grabbed her head, yanking her forward and smashed your lips onto hers, giving her the same hard, passionate kiss she'd given you moments before, not wanting to let go, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.
You broke the kiss, looking at her through half lidded eyes, relishing in her presence.
"Robin," you whined, fisting the fabric of her shirt desperately, "Robin, please."
She gazed at you for a moment, savouring your touch, your presence, and crashed her lips against yours again, snaking her hand down your back as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.
Her lips were so soft, tasting of vanilla chapstick, as she kissed you over and over again, only breaking them to take a shallow breath in between.
The both of you panted as you continued to embrace each other fiercely, feeling fire spread across your skin as she suddenly gripped your hips tightly, thrusting them against yours.
You lightly gasped, Robin taking the opportunity to skim her tongue along your bottom lip, beginning to pull you in for a deeper kiss, your tongues gliding against each others feverishly. You raked your fingers through her hair hastily as she she kept a hold on your hips.
She pushed a leg in between yours, biting your bottom lip softly, then taking it into her mouth, sucking on it, and letting it go with a pop.
You softly moaned, begging for more as you held her close to you. She smiled.
"You say we're just friends, but you can't keep your hands off me."
You bit your lip, looking down at her chest and looking even lower, rubbing your thighs against hers for some kind of friction.
She smirked and frantically grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your head, then began unbuttoning your pants, you eagerly slipping out of them. She gazed at your body in adoration, before quickly taking off her own clothes, the both of you standing before each other in your bra and panties.
She leaned forward, bringing her lips to your ear, sliding a finger down the side of your underwear, and snapping it against your skin.
"I always liked these," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
She kissed you harshly again as she slipped her hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it off your body.
Robin made her way down from your lips to your neck and chest, gently biting and sucking, leaving light bruises scattered across your exposed skin.
"Robin," you softly moaned.
"Sh," she hushed you, "You're mine, and I don't share."
She continued her assault on your chest, cupping your breasts as she swirled her tongue around your nipples, sucking and kissing them, before grabbing the soft flesh of your ass and lifting you up, tossing you onto the bed.
She unhooked her own bra as she sat before you, throwing it somewhere in the room. You reached for her, wanting to touch her soft skin, but she pushed you back down, grabbing the waistline of your panties and pulling them down your legs.
You squished your thighs together in embarassment, but she grabbed your knees, spreading your legs apart to get a good look.
"You're beautiful, babe. I'll show you."
You huffed, quivering under Robin's touch as she teasingly brushed her fingers along the skin of your inner thighs, lightly scratching you with her nails as she descended her hands down towards your heat.
She lightly stroked your folds, collecting your slick on her fingers, making you whimper.
"Fuck," she groaned, "you're so fucking wet."
She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked them, keeping eye contact with you as she relished in your taste, you gazing at her with half lidded eyes and inhaling a sharp breath.
She bit at the side of your knee, mumbling expletives as she tried to compose herself, prevent herself from completely devouring you.
"Robin," you panted, "please... I need you."
She gave a teasing smirk at your words, breathing heavily, and placed a finger on your dripping entrance, gently sliding it into you.
You gasped, arching into her touch as she began pushing it in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, then without warning, inserted a second digit, curling them into your sweet spot, making you bite back a moan as your walls clenched around her.
She paused, smiling at at your reaction.
"Right there, huh? That was easy." She said in a low voice.
She continued pumping her fingers in and out of you at a faster, steady rhythm, making sure to hit your spongy spot everytime. You began feeling fire in your abdomen, goosebumps spreading across your skin, panting, moaning her name shamelessly.
She crawled over you, her other arm holding herself up on the pillow next to you, continuing to fuck into you, and began circling your clit with her thumb.
"Oh fuck, Robin," you mumbled, her catching your mouth quickly, your kisses sloppy and deep between heavy pants. She nipped at your bottom lip and sucked on it, your lips surely swollen and bruised now as you felt the coiling tension in your stomach get tighter.
"Could he make you feel as good as I do?" She asked between pants.
You shook your head, shivering under her.
"Answer me." She demanded, squeezing your cheeks together.
"No, never, fuck Robin, I'm gonna-"
She quickly removed her fingers from you before your orgasm could peak, sitting up.
You groaned at the loss, rubbing your thighs together for some friction.
"Why did you-"
"As much as I wanna watch you fall apart underneath me right now," she teased in her raspy voice, "this isn't how I want you to cum."
She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and grasped your hips tightly, making you yelp, as she yanked the apex of your thighs towards her face.
She licked a thick stripe up your dripping heat, making you push your hips to her face even further.
She began to lap you up rapidly, swirling her tongue along your folds as the coil in your stomach quickly returned. You moaned a mixture of her name and expletives, watching your best friend devour you senseless.
She inserted her tongue into your entrance, making you roll your hips and cry out in pleasure, reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair as she licked inside of you.
Robin then skimmed up your heat, licking a flat tongue over your clit, swirling around it with a fast and hard pace, then taking your swollen bud into her mouth, sucking and smacking her mouth on it ruthlessly, drowning you in absolute ecstacy. You gasped and gripped her hair tighter, making her moan against your heat. The vibration alone sent you over the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Robin, I'm gonna cum-"
Your back arched as shockwaves gripped your body, pulsing against her mouth as you fell apart, her continuing to lap up your mess through your high until it came to a halt.
She let go of your hips, panting, her mouth wet with your slick as she dropped your lower half back onto the bed.
Robin leaned over you and kissed you feverishly, her face flushed, and you pulled her in deeper, tasting yourself on her tongue.
She plopped her back onto the bed, laying beside you, catching her breath as you both stared at the ceiling, your fingers interwining with hers as you held hands until both of you could steady yourselves.
"Robin," you started, "that was amazing-"
"I know," she smiled, "I know it was."
You looked over to her, chuckling a bit.
"You're feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren't you?"
She nodded excitedly, "Yep. I am."
She turned over to you and gazed at your fucked out face, smoothing your hair.
"Now everyone will know, I'm not your best friend."
You grinned. "Yeah, you're right," you gently kissed her swollen lips, "but everyone will know I'm not your best friend, either."
Robin looked at you questioningly.
A devilish smile came across your face.
"It's your turn."
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may i have aizawa or todoroki where they're in a meeting and the reader is controlling the vibrator in their hole đđ (also can I be đŠ anon as well?)
Of course you may! Aizawaâs came to mind first, but Iâll be sure to also post Todorokiâs later this week, so your sin is multiplied. And yes, you can! đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđ, đŠ anon (àčËËàč)
đ đ„đđŻđđ đ±đąđŻ; aizawa shouta
đŽđŹđŻđĄ đ đŹđČđ«đ±; 2.0k,
đŽđđŻđ«đŠđ«đ€đ°; sex toy (vibrating butt plug), public sex, slight exhibitionism, implied humiliation kink, implied degradation kink, implied bondage, implied edging, cursing, dom!reader, sub!character
đŹđ±đ„đąđŻ đ±đđ€đ°; gender-neutral reader, Aizawa wanted to impress you, sidekick is a voyeur, Aizawa suffering to not show heâs actually a bottom is beautiful.
đđđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ.
âDonât you dare think about it.â
He shakily grumbles to you, closing his eyes momentarily as he tries to compose himself again, crossing his arms to make himself seem unbothered. After all, itâs not every day heâs wearing a vibrating buttplug in public.
âDare think about what, Eraserhead?â The CEO of some hero agencyâs voice asked curiously.
Shit. Now everyone is looking at him. Why is he even wearing this thing?
Oh right.
Before the impromptu meeting about some tip of the whereabouts of another underground drug trafficking ring, he was in the middle of preparing a⊠surprise for you, when you came back home from wherever you went. But you somehow found out beforehand, because you showed him how the control was in your possession after you caught up with him in the hallway on your way to the same meeting.
So here he is, wearing a promised âsuper intenseâ vibrations, black silicone with a matching âdiamondâ butt plug under his luckily loose hero outfit.Â
Grunting to subtly clear his voice and keep it steady, he looks back at the addressing man.
âYou want to simply use us to continue patrolling the same areas everyone else seemed to map out already. That-â
You interrupt his answer by turning up the intensity a bit, knowing itâs most definitely poking at his sensitive spot by now. Youâve seen his sly attempts of shifting and adjustment. Youâre humming, looking over at him to see how his mouth has clamped shut but his lips are trembling. His bodyâs rigid, tense, and his back has straightened up considerably. Youâre pretty sure you heard him moan lowly.
âEraserhead?â The man asked again, raising an eyebrow at the sudden loss of words while the room falls silent- shit, they canât know about the vibrator! Aizawa doesnât even know how loud it is, he only cleaned it and skipped the trial part.
Swallowing harshly, he hopes his voice isnât going to betray him and is loud enough to cover up the mysterious buzzing. You arenât going to be nice with this apparently.
âTh-that we should begin the next s-stepâŠâ Never mind, guess his voice fucking hates him and his train of thought.
âIâll, uh, take that into consideration, and I suppose it could lessenâŠâ and whatever is said after that leaves AizawaÂŽs focus as you increase the vibrations again, making his thighs want to match the speed and his mind suddenly scream at him to âkeep yourself composed.â
A vibrator is nothing new.
A butt plug is nothing new.
A vibrating butt plug is new, and doing it in public during an important fucking meeting is making him feel a lot that itâs overwhelming him.
You arenât even going to let him think or compose himself as you move a little closer to his side, acting like youâre paying attention to what the others are saying, before pinching his inner thigh.Â
No oneâs paying attention to you two anymore and are starting to get loud, and you wanted him to see that before you murmur.
âThank you for the gift. Iâll make sure to use it to its full potential.â Now that has him suddenly praying for whichever higher celestial being is there to hear him to please, please, please not let anyone catch on to whatâs going to happen.
So, you turn the vibration up a few more settings, holding back a laugh of amusement as he jerks violently in his chair and your hand finds itself trapped between his quivering, muscular thighs, that soon enough begin bouncing as he tries to find purchase on something, anything. His hands gripping the fabric covering his arms isnât helping. Leaning forward to rest an elbow on the table and resting his forehead on his palm, he uses his other free hand to wrap around your wrist near him because the feeling of your skin touching him always keeps him grounded. Surely this doesnât look suspicious.
To anyone who would be looking, it just looks like youâre trying to not let the unnecessary noise get to him, but really heâs desperately whispering âslow down, s-slow down!â as he tries swallowing any other embarrassing noise that should only be heard in the bedroom, and soon enough gripping your wrist harder, trying to make your trapped hand touch his aching bulge, twitching for attention.
A strangled whine escapes his dried throat, and that catches the attention of some random sidekick nearby. And when you turn the toy off, Aizawa huffs in disappointment before glaring over at the younger male. Itâs enough to have the sidekick smile awkwardly before turning away, feigning ignorance to whatever he mightâve heard.
Now that the coast is quickly cleared, you lean in to swiftly âfixâ his weapon and with a hush tell him not to âlet anyone knowâ before turning up the intensity again, this time making sure itâs at the highest the small machine can offer.
Remember when he said he was promised it to be âsuper intenseâ? He regrets it. He really, really regrets it.
He quickly tries grabbing whatever part of his binding cloth is closest with his mouth to help gag, at least muffle, his sharp cry of your name, gritting his teeth as he tries not to be louder than the debate happening. But with the tip of the butt plug pressing really hard onto his prostate, he canât help jerking his hips forward and back while letting out airy whines of anything yet nothing.
Youâre just watching his reactions, drinking in every slip of noise he makes. You know heâs going to slip up sooner or later, with the way his hips are slowly losing control and his legs are twitching too much to not pass off as suspicious.
Even his cute whines are becoming wanton moans of your name, the binding cloth being forgotten as he loses concentration. He can feel how wet his boxers are, how sticky they feel against his hardened member that twitches on tempo with his thighs. He needs you to touch him there. Please, please, please.
âPl-please?â He exhales shakily, choking on a small groan as your right hand wiggles around to free itself from his weakening grip.
Before you could answer, you hear someone call his name. Quickly turning off the toy, your left hand lets go of the control in your pocket as you place it on his forehead.
âEraserhead, are you alright?â The same man from earlier asked. You wonder why heâs so attentive.
âNo, sir. He seems to be picking up a fever.â You finish with a worried expression morphing onto your face.
âOh, then he should go home-â
âI donât mean to interrupt, but itâs best if he stays. He wouldnât have come if youâre just gonna send him home.â
Youâre so clever, knowing how to justify his loose composure and charm the head prohero behind this mission. He wouldâve continued mentally praising it, but he was rudely interrupted since you decided to turn the toy back on to the highest setting.
âO-Oh shiiiiit.â He hisses, opening his legs as he just accepts and welcomes this sensation. This is definitely out of his usual character, but having this butt plug thing tease him for hours, even when off, it was enough to keep him horny and just be ready to satisfy the ache in his dick and the burning desire running throughout his body.
Hell, heâll even call you whatever you want if it means youâll let him cum sometime soon so he can pay attention to whatâs going on.
Who cares if heâll walk around with sticky cum on his thighs or leaking through to his pants. Thatâs the good thing about wearing black.
You eventually decreased the speed so that itâs at a somewhat safe setting, not wanting to overwhelm him so soon after covering his ass, but also to see how long this could drag. He did say it was your gift, so letâs take it to its fullest potential.
Hours passed since youâve had this toy buzzing inside of him, and even if heâs supposed to feel grateful, he feels more frustration than gratitude. Sure, youâre being considerate, that way he was able to properly take part and become a little more attentive with the meeting, but his painful erection and oversensitive prostate would love to oppose.
Luckily, the meeting looks like it's coming to an end, and even with his occasional hiccupped whines and hushed moans, youâve grown bored of such constant reactions and youâre missing his outstanding earlier performance. Surely nothing bad is going to happen; heâs put off his âfeverâ for so long.
Itâs time to help him. Pity heâs talking right now.
âSo, weâll send these g-guys... fuck.â Aizawa whispered the last part, twitching with the sudden increase of the speed.
âWhat was that?â
Just as he was going to reply, you finished increasing up to the last setting once more, humming curiously while the same âworriedâ expression from before appeared on your face.
His face is completely red, whether in shame, embarrassment, in flushed pleasure, who knows. His eyes are quivering as his brain tries to register the overwhelming intensity of the vibrations, and he thinks he can even feel it in his brain.
He quickly dismisses whatever he was going to say with a singular hand motion, sliding his notes towards you so that you can finish sharing his idea to the others before they turn their eyes on someone else.
Even if the attention isnât on him anymore, he canât help but like the idea that they already know whatâs going on, with the way the same sidekick from before is also blushing and seems fidgety. Heâs trying so hard not to rub himself against your pliant hand, which you never finished slipping away, but heâs so, so sure if he does feel you, heâll just sob.
Itâs too much.
âT-too mu-uch. T-turn i-it down- augh.â Heâs trying his best to whisper, but really heâs so overwhelmed he dumbly moans it out into your ear.
You shake your head, âaccidentallyâ brushing your fingertips over his bulge. If only this toy had another setting, maybe that would help make him shameless.
His eyes and throat are burning, shame eating away at his stomach before being overcome slowly by the need to cum. Has he always been this dirty? This easy to let defile? No, god no, but with you he canât help it. Why else would he have bought a âsuper intenseâ black silicone with a matching âdiamondâ butt plug? Itâs obvious he wanted to show it off, be a good boy for you, to treat you right.
So, seeing how you donât want to turn it down and kind of going against your words of not letting anyone know, this is what you truly want, right? Him not-so-quietly and not-so-nonchalantly lose control over everything going on, with the slight exception of his breathing, while you continue to expose him like this to an uninterested crowd. Maybe he would like a crowd to watch him and mock him? Maybe call him a slut while giggling about how disgusting he is? Being tied up and strapped with a bunch of more vibrators all over his body? Being covered in so much cum heâs too dirty to be touched by anyone?
His grip with himself is loosening and his hips are trying to chase after your fingers or try to grind down some more onto the butt plug. Combining his growing need with his shameless fantasy, he couldnât warn you properly, or himself, before he abruptly cums hard in his pants, a sob of âpleaseâ muffled by your quick right hand and the one with the remote lowers the speed so it helps ride out his unexpected high and not hurt him.Â
The only thing is, that you forget just how long his orgasms can last with just butt play. Itâs a toe curling, leg shaking, dick exploding orgasm. Itâs enough to suddenly make you wonder if heâll be able to walk on stable legs.
The meeting ends with everyone confirming all conclusions while youâre whispering sweet affirmations and praises into his ear, pressing your palm harder onto his mouth with every other sob of your name, shameless dumb moaning and the occasional hiccups of gratitude.
Now, how to bribe the poor horny sidekick who has been not-so-secretly watching this whole ordeal into staying quiet?
#đŠ anon#âż; impurity#bnha smut#aizawa smut#aizawa x reader#mha smut#đđđđđđ#á; blasphemy
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Summary: You want attention from your boyfriend while heâs working.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: heavy use of daddy kink, brat!reader, dom/sub dynamics, degrading language, spankings
Bucky Barnes was a busy man. If he wasnât on a mission for a week or two, then he was at a briefing. If he wasnât at a briefing, he was busy watching surveillance footage or scrubbing through case files.
You missed your boyfriend.
He tried his best to take care of you. Show his love to you and you were thankful for that. Whenever he had free time, he would be on you in seconds. However, at times he couldnât give you that special undivided attention like right now. It bothered you especially since your time of the month was coming soon. You were extra horny.
Everything Bucky did throughout the week turned you on. The way he would unbutton his shirt to the way his arms bulged had you in a whimpering mess. Your thighs occasionally clenching to get some friction whenever he wasnât looking.
Honestly, you couldnât take it anymore.
âI miss youâ you drawled out the last words as you followed Bucky around your shared apartment. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you buried your head into his chest.
âSâ miss you more sweetheart, but I have to take an important callââ he informed, kissing the top of your head.
He strides over to his work area, taking a seat on the chair. You pouted heavily, but Bucky didnât want any of that. He gave you one look where you knew better to just stop.
His face expressed exactly what he was thinking.
Donât act like a brat.
âButâ you were at the headquarters all day. What else do you guys need to discuss?â you huffed heavily, wanting to roll your eyes but you quickly chose not to.
Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, his eyes trailing up and down your body, as you walked over to him.
His lap looked extremely comfortable.
Especially when he would spread his legs. Itâs like he was teasing you.
You tried to place your hands on his chest but he caught your wrist.
âDaddyââ Bucky chuckled softly at your whines, your bedroom name for him trying to awaken something. But, he stayed calm for now...
Before Bucky could respond, his phone started to ring which signaled his anticipated phone call meeting.
âPrincess, just give me a few minutes alright?â
Bucky kissed your wrists and then let them go as he picked up the phone. You groaned lightly, watching as your boyfriend laid back in his chair and took the call. It definitely would be more than a few minutes. You shamefully walked away swaying your hips, hoping Bucky would notice.
Oh, and he did.
There were only two options left. Wait for Bucky to finish his stupid meeting on the phone or tease him through it. Obviously, the latter sounded more fun but it would definitely come with consequences.
You giggled heavily as you ran into the bedroom, quickly getting to work. You rummaged through your belongings until you found exactly what you were looking for.
It was the lingerie set Bucky had brought for your birthday. You remembered the countless orgasms you received on your birthday, already making you shiver. Hopefully, Bucky would be reminded and take you right in his office.
You looked into the mirror and fixed your hair. Your fingertips ran against your figure as you quickly posed in front of the mirror.
Good luck.
Bucky was concentrated in his work space. His voice was low as he talked on the phone. You couldnât make out all the words but the premise of call was about a new accord. Some of the avengers were in and some were out.
Boring. Something Bucky could definitely miss.
However, one thing you always failed to consider was the fact that your boyfriend had super hearing. This meant he could hear you whenever you tried to keep quiet.
He heard you giggling, the way you ran into the room, and the fact that you were hiding behind the corner. Bucky knew something was up. He tried to concentrate on the call but he couldnât help but to think what his girl was up to.
As you rounded the corner to his office, Buckyâs eyes were already met with yours. His pupils blown into something much deeper as he saw the lingerie you decided to change into.
You walked closer to him with a smirk as Bucky had to quickly fix himself in his pants. A quiet groan escaping his lips.
âWhat was that?â Sam asked into the phone, a curious tone present.
âNothingââ Bucky cleared his throat, as he watched you round his desk. He took the phone away from his ear for a moment before raising a finger to his lips.
You pretended to zip you mouth as you plopped down on his lap. Your legs falling onto either side of his thigh. The friction and thickness of him already had you in putty. His hands still straying away from you. He wasnât going to give in that easily.
âWhat are you doing?â He mouthed curiously, looking at you. âPlaytimeââ you started to dangerously grind against his thigh.
Bucky was not happy. You could tell by the way his eyes pierced on you as his jaw twitched.
The voices from his phone call started to drown out. The only thing on his mind was putting you over his knee. You were acting like a brat.
Instead, His lips found their way to your earlobe. He tugged it lightly, ready to speak but was interrupted.
âMr. Barnes? I said, What do you think?â A voice came through the phone. A sudden rush of guilt flushed your cheeks. You were interrupting Bucky and his work. And he doesnât take his work lightly... god what were you thinking?
âSorry, I think I lost connectionââ Bucky lied as he clenched his jaw towards you. The look he gave you was deadly. Goosebumps arising against your skin.
His metal hand found its way to your ass and gripped it heavily. The pain making you want to scream but in a good way. Before a yelp could make its way to the person on the other line, Buckyâs hand flew to your mouth.
âDonât you fuckinâ dareââ he mouthed again as you desperately tried to stay silent as his hand pinned against your mouth. A pool of wetness embarrassingly forming in your underwear.
You loved when Bucky showed his dominance.
âHe said that we are going to need you to come in on Saturday and sign the settlement. Iâll be there and so we will Samâ Steve restated on the line, as your mouth was still pressed against Buckyâs hand.
âSounds good.â Bucky replied, his eyes still on you. His hand left your mouth to wrap around your throat.
Another way to show his dominance.
You slowly started to grind against his thigh again but he then squeezed your throat. It was too good to be true. You tested his patience.
âYouâre in for it, babyâ You whimpered lightly at his mumbled words, your eyes falling down to his lap, his bulge evident.
There was only one way to get him on his good side.
Your hand fell onto his bulge as you looked up to see him glaring at you. Maybe, this was a bad idea...
But Bucky still wasnât making any indication of for you to stop. You decided to continue with your plan. Your fingertips ran against his length, his cock twitching lightly and then you stopped. You looked up at him again.
He nodded lightly and you grinned. You quickly found yourself palming him through his sweats. His cock getting harder and twitching underneath the fabric.
âDaddy...â you mumbled lowly, your other hand going underneath his shirt to trace his chiseled abs. You even began to press soft kisses on the special spot of his neck that he loved so much.
âHmmm?â Bucky was slowly falling into a sudden daze from your touches. You loved how easily he could crumble within seconds. It gave you an overwhelming amount of confidence and power. You relished it in because it wasnât going to last long. Bucky always took back his dominance.
You leaned in and whispered as best as you could in his ear. âDaddy... want your cock in my pussy... play time â pleaseâ you asked sweetly again, your arousal leaving a stain on his thigh.
You spat onto your hand before you dug under his sweats. Your slicked hands stroking him fast and edging him to finally get what you wanted.
Buckyâs hips awkwardly bucked into your hand from an angle, a light moan escaping his lips which he clearly covered up by dropping some pens on the ground. He quickly went to pull your hands off.
He was still on a conference call after all.
Bucky tapped your ass, motioning you to take off your lingerie piece. You instantly got to work, scrambling to stand in front of him naked. Your pieces of clothing flown across his home office.
Bucky finally spoke up. âHey â you said Saturday right? Well, Iâll see you guys then. Iâm in the middle of something...â he announced, as he motioned you to do a twirl.
God, He loved that piece on you. But now he wanted it off. His lips aching to leave marks on every inch of your skin.
You gladly gave him a view as you twirled and showed off your bare ass. He slapped your ass as he watched the skin ripple. This time the sound of the slap and your yell reached the phone.
âExcuse me, Buck... Weâre not doneââ Steve chided. Steve was anything but gulliable. He knew his best friend couldnât control himself.
Not with you.
âShit, did I hear a smack?â Sam smirked, exposing the two of you. He was eager to hear more. A sudden burn fell onto your cheeks.
Everyone knew.
âJust update me, I gotta goââ Bucky instructed, his voice huskier as he hung up and threw the phone on his desk.
It was one of the most unprofessional things he had ever done so far. He allowed everyone to piece together what had been going on behind the phone.
Once the phone was discarded, you slowly positioned yourself on his desk. Your hands on the desk and ass faced upwards towards him. Your punishment was coming. Bucky smirked at how prepared you were.
He pulled your hair back as he pressed his bulge against your ass.
Bucky Barnes was going to ruin you and you deserved it.
âYou think my job is a fucking joke?â His bare hand smacked your ass, your chest falling onto the desk. âHmmmâ! Answer meâ!â Another smack sounded the room, making your body jump.
âNoâ! Daddy, Iâm sorry...â suddenly you felt ashamed from the way you acted. It was fun in the beginning but tears started to run down your cheeks from the sudden pain & pleasure. He wasnât holding back.
âI tell you to give me a few minutes, and you canât even do that. Gotta act like a fuckin needy slut!â He spat, his metal hand taking over and giving the next round of smacks.
âYou just wanted everyone to know how much of a slut you are!â his fingers slid to your folds, your sleek covering them instantly.
He laughed at how wet and pathetic you were for him. Bucky pushed your fingers into your mouth, your tongue lapping around them. The taste of your arousal infiltrating your buds.
âI bet you wanted them to hear me fuck this tight pussy on the phone, isnât that so?â He questioned, gripping your hair harder and pulling you back.
He grabbed your body harshly as he maneuvered you to his desk chair. Bucky took a seat and put you over his knee.
âYou wanted Sam and Stevie to get all horny for you because youâre a fuckinâ slut who canât appreciate her own daddyâ!â
His words hit you one after the other. At this point, you were sobbing for a bunch of reasons. Your face was a mess and ass ruined, but Bucky loved every second.
âNo.... I only love you daddy... only want you.â You mumbled meekly, afraid if you were even allowed to speak.
âOh, donât be shy now, little girl. You were begging to play with daddyâs cock. Of course, you wanted them to hearââ his thumb swiped over your tears as he kissed your ass cheek. The mark of his hand proudly displayed on it.
However, his innocent act only lasted up to 20 seconds before his hand was back to smacking your ass. You lost count of how many slaps you were given.
By the time it was over, your thighs were dripping with arousal, ass red and bruised, and begging for it to be over.
âDaddy, it hurts!â
âItâs supposed toââ he groaned finally letting go. In the back of his head, he didn't want to go this far with you, but you left him with no choice.
Embarrassing him in front of his friends and authorities.
Bucky sighed heavily looking over at your now exhausted body leaning over his knee. He pulled you up and pushed wet strands soaked from your tears away from your face.
âCome on, Iâm not done with you... but Iâll go easy... daddy didnât mean to push that farâ He kissed your lips softly as you tried to him kiss back. Your limbs exhausted and legs shaking. Bucky noticed. He wasnât a monster. He did take pity on you.
âYou want daddy to carry you? Is that what my baby wants?â He cooed, tracing your lips with his thumb. You whimpered at his words, only being able to nod in agreement.
He picked you up swiftly taking the both of you upstairs to finish what you started.
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Sukuna NFSW alphabet
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A-Aftercare:
Sorry Sukuna could care less what happens after sex. If your not out his bed in the next 30 min he will...possibly kill you or question you. âHuman why are you still here?â The closes thing he will do for aftercare is throw a blanket on your naked body while you sleepđ„Čâ
B-Body:
Sukuna loves everything about his body. To him every part of him is perfect, sexy, powerful. BUT if he had to choose one part of his body then he will choose his hands. The very same hands he use to kill people and fuck you with.
His favorite body of yours(you probably already know what Iâm about to say) is ur booty. He will smack it, lick it, bite it, squeeze it you name it! He loves a nice booty mostly because itâs so....fuckable. He can fuck you while also playing with it. He just loves how it feels. Donât matter the size.
C-Cum
Sukuna will cum anywhere tbh. His favorite places to cum on would be your face, your ass, stomach, and in your mouth. He loves seeing his mess all over you. You wanna make him rock hard again? Just run his cum all over you, degrading yourself. If you do this this man will actually drool for youđł
D-Dirty secret
Now when it comes to Sukuna he has no shame in the things he has done. All the dirty secrets has he already told you about. Now one thing he hasnât told you(mostly cause he keeps forgetting to blurt it out) is that he sticked a....vibrator up his pp holeđŹ(I am so sorry) the vibration inside of him plus the feeling of himself stroking his own cock was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He even use his second mouth(on his tummy) to lick his pp. I guess you can say he is kinda a masochistic but he will NEVER let you dominate him.
E-Experience
Sukuna is very much experienced. Back when was living in his own body he had six with about 90 women....a village. He obviously killed them when he grew bored of them.
F- Favorite portions
since I donât know the names for these specific positions, Iâll just leave the pictures down here.
(It wouldnât let me send the link) but these are his go to positions out of all he have in his mind. These are just the positions that feels good to him.
G-Goofy
Sukuna is not goofy during sex. I would say he is serious and a flirt at the same time while doing it. He will mock your voices and laugh at how vulnerable you are.
H-hair
No surprise at all that this man has hair down there. He is very much proud of it. If it gets too wild then he will trim it but he needs hair down there to feel like a man. Of course it will never be to much hair. Medium amount I would say.
I-Intimacy
Sukuna can be either patient or impatient during the beginning of sex. When he is Patient he will foreplay a little bit. He would also kiss you a lot down your body. Touch sensitive spots all to hear you moan and beg for him. Sometimes you would cum from him talking dirty in your ear. When he isnât patient he would go straight in and just fuck you. You would have to hold on because it gets wild and bumpy.
J-Jack off
Sukuna loves to jackoff. Not because itâs a stress reliever, but because it feels good. If he canât, for some reason, fuck you he will beat the stick. Even during sex he teases you by jerking off and cumming on your face.
K-Kinks
Sukuna kinda have a thing for pain. While you guys are having sex and you do something that might be a little to rough(fx while giving him a blow job you accidentally bite too hard or ride him too hard) he will get so turned on but he will never tell you that. He also loves to be disrespectful in bed. He would degrade you or spit on you and just cum from that.
L-Location
It donât matter where you guys do it he will fuck you anywhere. Yes that even means in public. If you guys are at a restaurant he will bend you over the tables and fuck you. Anyone near will have front row seats.
M-Motivation
After a good fight he always feel so energetic or horny so he would just take all that pride out on you. Or if you wear something sexy or something tight that shows off your curves he will tear that outfit to bits. Basically any little thing you do will make him honry. You bite your lip, show a littl Cleavage, rub legs, or even stare at him. He will get turned on. Also if you squirt on him then congratulations he is in love.
N-No
Sukuna is not into coprophilia. If you even mention that to him he will just kill you. He also isnât into being a bottom, sub, or being pegged No amount of begs will get this man to be your bitch. Oh no honey your HIS bitch!
O-Oral
Sukuna love him some oral. He loves the feeling of your tongue touching and caressing his dick. He loves it more when you choke and gag on his dick. If you feel like your about to throw up his only response is. âThatâs fine. You vomit on my dick you cleaning it up pigâ. When he says that itâs usually threatening then sexy. He is dead serious.
P-Pace
Sukuna is a and deep thruster. With each thrust itâs deeper and deeper just pounding on that sensitive spot that makes you squirt. He will go slow when your about to cum to tease you. He will probably say, âyea baby you mad I stopped going fast? What if I just pull out and let you cum without my dick being inside you?â
Q-Quickie
I mean Sukuna is down to any kind of sex so he will mostly be down for a quickie. I can see him doing this right before a battle. The adrenaline would just go right to his pp. also if you guys are in public and he gets horny(which is all the time) he would pull you somewhere and either eat you out or you suck him off. If he want to full on have sex then he would do it in front of everyone.
R-Risk
Sukuna is down to any type of risk. As I said the man has no shame so he could give two shits what anyone say or think. The most he has ever done was fuck you DURING battle. Yea it couldnât wait and you where getting looks.
S-Stamina
Sukunaâs stamina is inhuman. He can go 30 rounds and still be hard and horny. To be quiet honest there was never a time he had sex and felt âfinishedâ he had to stop for your sake because he knew if he kept going he would damage you insides and it would take days for him to even feel about done. There was this one time. A long long time ago he had sex with a woman he and was actually tired but we donât talk about that. It was long ago and she is deadđ
T-Toys.
Yes. Like I mentioned before when he masterbates he would use toys on himself. Mostly on his dick. He would use toys on you while he fucks you. For example he would put a buttplug in you or stick a vibrator in you while pounding into ur hole mercilessly. What can I say. The mans a sex god
U-Unfair
He can be a bitch at times. Sukuna loves to walk out on you in the middle of sex just to hear your screams and cries. One time while you where about to cum he just pulled out and you cummed without his dick being inside of you. It was so uncomfortable and...sad. He loves messing with you. When he walks out on you during sex he wonât fuck you until ïżŒtmr. He wonât let you win like that. He also loves to build up your orgasms and leave. Fx everytime you where about to cum he would stop for 3min or until your building orgasm died down and fuck you again. He would do this 10 times before walking out.
V-Volume
Sukuna is more of a groaner then a moaner. I mean there have been many times he had moan because of you, but he mostly groans or dirty talk in your ear. If you give him a blowjob then he will both moan and dirty talk.
W-Wild card
Sukunas bodycount is over 100. Yea he was wild 1000 years agoâ
X-X-Ray
Sukunas size is at least 6 inches when soft and 9-10 inches when hard. He is more in the thicker side as well and has at least 2 big veins.
Y-Yearing
Sukuna have high sex drive. He is always horny 24/7. The smallest thing will make his dick twitch. If you manage to live with him then you will need a wheelchair because he will fuck around with you 3 times a day. Maybe 1 time a day if he is feeling nice.
Z-Zzzzz
Sukuna will fall asleep after sex. He will either fall asleep on you or on the bed. Most times in his sleep he drags your body closer to him. When he wakes up he just stared at you while you sleep. A million and one thought going through his head.
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And It Felt Great To Be A Liar (700 Celebration)
Ok so I based this off of this prompt:Hi there! I hope youâre doing well. I just have a request for JJ maybank. Would you be able to write one where y/n is apart of the kooks and is dating Rafe and Jj and her hate eachother. One day everyone is at a party and JJ and y/n are fighting with eachother as usual in a bedroom and he pins her against the wall and all of a sudden they start kissing eachother and they end up having really rough sex against the wall or a desk in the room with lots of dirty talk, choking and JJ making y/n admit he fucks her better than her boyfriend and gets her to beg for him If you have any time to write it I would be very appreciative, thank you so much xÂ
and it really fit with the poll results for the celebration so enjoy this master piece <3
Warnings:Choking, Spanking, Bondage, Sub and Dom behavior, cheating, no condom, degrading, swearing.
Rafeâs arms were around your waist, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he nipped at the skin. âWe should stay here tonight.âHe suggested, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, his hands slipping under the thin material and onto your skin.
 âWe cant, we already told Kelce and Top that weâd show.âYou reminded him, peeling his hands away from you. He pouted, grabbing his keys. âFine, weâll play later.âHe winked, opening his door and going down the stairs, shouting a goodbye to Wheezie and flipping off his dad.
 You cringed at his words, not looking forward to coming back after the party. You were getting bored of Rafe, there was really only so much of his drama that you could take. You were hoping heâd get bored of you soon too or maybe even move on to someone else and forget about you.
 But you stayed anyways, hoping heâd become less boring or maybe youâd stay around long enough to truly mean something to him. You followed him, sitting in the passengers seat of his truck. It reeked of alcohol and weed, his hand gipping your thigh. You rolled your eyes, looking out the window as he drove.Â
âWhat are you thinking about, pretty girl?âHe asked. You hummed, not replying. You grabbed his hand, resting your elbow on the arm rest. There wasnt much to look forward to these days. Nothing new, nothing fun, nothing interesting. The kook life got so boring so quick.Â
Your only options on most days were to go golfing, shopping or a party if you were lucky. Everything was blurred together, feeling the exact same.He lifted his hand, pulling yours with it before pressing a kiss to your hand. It was a romantic gesture that you werent used to.Â
He was like this at the beginning of the relationship, the romance slowly fading away as he became more obsessed with you instead of loving you. He was trying his best to convince you that he still loved you but you knew that you were just holding on to broken pieces at this point, wishing you had something different.Â
You could hear the crashing of the waves, lifting your head and widening your eyes for a moment. The party was at Kelceâs beach house that wasnt really a house, it was really just a second mansion. You grinned at Rafe, sliding your phone in your pocket before hopping out of the truck, biting your tongue when he squeezed your ass.
 âIm gonna go look for Sar, okay?âYou asked. He nodded, pulling you in for a quick kiss, watching as you jogged up the stairs. You could feel him watching you, slipping into a hallway and hoping for the best. You were sure that Sarah wasnt even at this party, it wasnt really her type of place.Â
Sure, she was a party girl but even this was too much. You figured you should just lay low until Rafe was busy catching up with Kelce and Topper that he wouldnt notice if you went ot get yourself a drink. You werent in the mood for him to drag you over to his friend group and start bragging.Â
You tested each door knob, searching for a bedroom or a bathroom for you to sit in for a while, grinning once one of them finally turned.   As soon as you were in the room you closed it behind you, locking it because you didnt feel like having your alone time interrupted by some drunk couple.Â
As soon as you turned around you regretted it, seeing noone other than JJ Maybank shirtless in the middle of the room. He was staring back at you, stuck in place. You and JJ had problems that dated back to eighth grade. He had gotten into a huge fight with a kook and you were the only witness, watching as the boy hit JJ repeatedly in the ribs.
 JJ had eventually won the fight, blood running from his nose and staining his shirt, a layer of sweat covering his face as he stared at you. Since then he had nothing but anger and hate for you, giving you dirty looks in public and talking shit about you at parties. Of course you always found out about it.Â
How he called you a whore, a gold digger and a bitch. âGet out.âWas all he had to say, tossing his shirt onto the floor in the corner. It made a slight sloshing sound and you could only assume that he had bumped into someone and got something spilled on him. Or maybe he had been a bitch and got something thrown at him.Â
âNo.âYou replied, staring back at him with a glare. He matched your energy, jaw clenching as he looked you up and down. âWhat are you hiding from, (Y/N)? You maniac of a boyfriend?âHe asked, causing your blood to boil. Of course he was right but youâd never admit it. And of course Rafe was an absolute maniac but so was JJ and all of his friends.
 âHeâs not a maniac, JJ.âYou replied, knowing that it didnt sound right. You had never been great at lying. âAww, thats cute that you try to stick up for your crazy boyfriend? If hes not a fucking maniac then explain what he did to Pope and I. You think a sane person would do that?âHe asked.
 You stared back at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of something to say. He shook his head, chuckling. âSee, you cant even defend him anymore. God, I hope he fucking dumps your ass!âhe exclaimed, letting out a sigh. You gulped, staring at him.
 âShut up!âYou shouted in response, only making him smirk. âFace it, (Y/N)!The boy you call your boyfriend is a shitty, disgusting person. Youâre so much worse for being with him!âHe shouted back at you. âExcuse me?âYou asked, somehow surprised that he would say it to your face.Â
âCome on, (Y/N). Youâre not that fucking stupid. Heâs using you and you know it. But you like being used, dont you?âHe asked, causing you to go silent. For once you didnt know what to do or what to say. He was getting closer to you, gripping your wrists and pushing you against the door in a swift movement, your back hitting the wood hard.Â
His eyes stayed on you, raising an eyebrow. âAnswer the question, princess.âHe demanded. You stared back at him, feeling his grip tighten. âSometimes.âYou replied, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he craved.Â
âDont lie to yourself, sweetheart. Youâre a little maniac that likes to be used.âHe spoke into your ear, leaning down and kissing you roughly.You were struggling to keep up, so much happening so fast. His hands were under your shirt, sloppy kisses being dragged up and down your neck.Â
âDo you want me?âHe asked you, fingernails digging into your skin. You nodded eagerly, feeling a sense of relief when he pulled you over and onto the bed, glad that you werent trapped against the wood surface. He didnt let you lay down, pushing you onto your knees as you stared up at him.Â
He guided one of your hands to his belt, making you press against him before letting go, biting his lip as you palmed him through his pants, carefully undoing his belt with slightly shaky hands.Â
He let you take your time, grinning at how nervous he made you, watching you struggle with his zipper. He chuckled, pushing you back and undoing his pants, getting on top of you, parting your legs. âDoes Rafe make you this nervous?âHe asked, seeming pleased with himself.Â
You shook your head, not sure you could answer properly. He grinned, kissing you again. He lifted your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it. âIm flattered that I have such an effect on you.âHe muttered, tugging your shorts off, his hand wrapping around your neck not soon after.Â
His blue eyes were staring into you, squeezing harder for a moment. He was testing how much you could take, his thumb pressing into a spot right below your jaw. His hand dragged from your neck to the end of your hair, tugging harshly and causing you to let out a low shout.Â
He chuckled, letting go and unclasping your bra. âThereâs so many things I could do to youâŠ. Weâve got four hours until Rafe remembers youâŠ..âHe muttered, tugging down your underwear and keeping your thighs open with his hands, settling between them.Â
âCan you last four hours?âHe asked. You nodded, moaning when his tongue slid through your folds. He chuckled, his fingernails leaving little crescent moons into your skin as he lapped at your entrance. You already already shaking from his tongue alone, your hands going to his hair and whimpering when he pulled away.Â
âNo, no, princess. You dont get to touch me.âHe told you, grabbing his belt off the floor. âGive me your wrists.âHe told you, grinning when you put them out for him. He had so much power over you, holding your wrists to the headboard and securing them with the belt. He settled back between your thighs, his tongue darting in and out of you, pressing his thumb against your clit.Â
He could feel you were about to get close, pulling away before you could reach your high. You whined, moving against the belt. âWhat? You dont like that, princess?âHe asked, moving up again so that his nose was against yours. âJJ, please.âYou whispered, thinking that maybe he would change even just for a moment when he kissed you.Â
âNot. A. Chance.âHe replied. âThis isnt fair!âYou exclaimed, moaning again when he licked your nipple. âNot fair?âHe asked, beginning to suck. He moved his hand up to pinch your other nipple, rolling his thumb over it. âI think its pretty fair, (Y/N).âHe replied, turning you over so that your stomach was against the mattress and you had to turn your head to breathe properly. His palm collided with your ass, sending a shock through your body.Â
âYou okay?âHe asked, moving your hair aside and pressinga kiss to you cheek. He was only calm for a moment before he smacked you again, making you take a shaky breath. âAnthony hit me twelve timesâŠ.you get fifteen. Count.âHe told you, rubbing your ass before lifting up his hand again, the hit making a loud noise.
 âOne.âYou whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as he hit you again. Youâd never let Rafe do this to you. You didnt like most things Rafe did especially in the bedroom. He just couldnt do what you wanted and if he did he just couldnt do it well. You didnt know when you got to ten, tears streaming down your cheeks. âJJâŠ. I dont think I can take more.âYou sobbed.Â
He took in a deep breath, leaning down. âHmmâŠ. youâre doing so good, princess. Only five more left, promise I wont be too rough.âHe whispered, his fingertips grazing over your thighs, waiting for an answer. You nodded, biting your lip as you waited, his palm hitting you again but not nearly as hard as the others. He spanked you again, rubbing the area after carefully.Â
You werent too worried anymore, whispering after he hit you the last time. He gave you a moment to recover, his fingers rubbing your thigh and sides, kissing your shoulder. He turned you over a few moments later, staring down at you. He pressed a kiss to your lips, the act much more gentle than before.Â
He pulled away after a second, his hand back at your throat as he pushed into you. You gasped, your head falling against the pillows as he bottomed out. He chuckled, tugging at your hair and forcing your head back some more, leaning down and nipping at your shoulder, only letting go when you whimpered.Â
It wasnt hard enough for you to bleed but his teeth left imprints in your skin, a satisfied smile on his face before he sped up. âDoes Rafe fuck you like this?âHe asked, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that you hadnt even known that it existed. You moaned loudly, feeling him tug your hair again.Â
âJJ!âYou shouted from the pain against your scalp. âAnswer the question.âHe told you. You licked your lips, an idea sparking in your mind. âRafeâs better.âYou lied. He looked down at you, fingers pressing hard against your neck. âYou want me to stop? You wanna go back to Rafe?âHe asked, thrusting in and out of you. You shook your head quickly, wrapping your legs around his torso.
 âThats what I though, you fucking liar.âHe muttered, slowing when he heard a knock at the door. âAnyone in there?âA voice shouted. It was Rafeâs. âMake a sound and im done with you.âHe told you, picking up the pace.Â
âRafe, man. Im busy!âHe shouted. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and trying your best not to make any noises. You heard a loud groan before heavy footsteps thumped down the hall. JJ chuckled, noticing your relief. âAww, the poor slut doesnt wanna go back to her boyfriend.âHe grinned, biting your neck again.Â
You knew Rafe would see the marks but you didnt really care, eyes widening as you clenched around JJ. He let go of you, pulling out and cumming on your bare stomach. He panted, kissing you gently before freeing your wrists, kissing the skin gently. For someone who hated you he was being surprisingly sweet, especially after what just happened.
 It didnt last long before he got up and put his clothes back on, your suspicions confirmed when you noticed a large stain across his shirt. âSee you around, kook.âHe winked at you before leaving the room. You laid down on the bed, pain running through your body. You felt guilty for feeling so good, your wrists stinging slightly and your heart dropping when you realised Rafe would see.
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LILY (m)
Pairing: Yakuza!Tamaki Amajiki x florist! Reader
Plot: your flowers were the one thing you loved the most in your life... well itâs in the top ten so you bet your ass that you would scream at anyone who would dare to ruin and it didnât matter if the person was the biggest mobster around.
Genre: mafia au, florist au , NSFW 18+
word count: 6k
Warnings: slight sub/dom play, soft dom Tamaki, explicit smut, oral(f), vaginal penetration, creampies, mirror sex, choking, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), light spanking, mentions of sucking dick, multiple orgasms, praising ish, fat cock Tamaki, dirty talk, slight mention of blood (I was listening to auralescent while writing the smut)
Disclaimer: this is my first time writing explicit smut so pls if I didnât any mistakes or need to improve any where pls let me know! Also the art work above is not mine nor do I own any of the bnha/mha characters.
A/n: hello~ this is my first fic in this blog, I really hope you guys like!! Iâve been planning it since a month and got way to lazy to complete it :(
ko-fi
The hot rays of sun burn your skin as you walk out of your flower shop for the 10th time today to display your flowers letting them get sunlight. Regretting not putting on sunscreen before leaving home, you whipped the sweat off your face and smiled at the aesthetic you created in front of your flower shop.
It truly was beautiful.
Satisfied with your work you were ready to go back into the air conditioned store. As you neared the glass door, a loud thud noise that came from the background making you flinch. Praying as you turned around you hoped that whatever caused that thud had nothing to do with your flowers and it was just the neighbors cat, Ginger, who had once again jumped over the garbage bin and toppled it over.
You sighed in relief when you saw that your flowers were still intact. Just when you were about to go back a man with a white cloak tripped over your vases not paying attention while running ruining all your hard work.
The man laying on the ground looked at your angry face and seemed like he was about to cry, but you didnât care right now. You were furious, all your hard work has gone to waste just because one person didnât pay attention to where he was going.
Getting off the ground he noticed how you were about to start to scream at him, quickly got up and started apologizing.
âLook here sir, apologizing isn't going to do shit for my flowers nor is it going to clean up this mess so I suggest you t-â just as you were about to finish your sentence you felt him grip your wrist and pull you into your store.
âWhat the hellâ you thought as you looked up at your captive, he pushed you on to a corner wall where no one could see you, his one hand on your mouth keeping you from making any noise while the other was near your head trapping you from the outside world.
If you werenât being kidnapped in your own store you wouldâve been very much aroused by the situation.
Having let your only staff member go on their lunch break, leaing you alone with your captor was not helping your situation either. Even if you scream for help no one would come to your rescue.
Your captor must have felt your gaze as he looked your way and then looked away once again a blush creeping on his cheeks.
What the hell? Why is he blushing
You continued to study his features so that you will be able to memories them in case he decides to do something, only if you were left alive.
damn heâs cute
You watched him as he kept shifting his gaze from you and the window, curious to what he was eyeing, you peered your eyes out the window to see some pro-hero, whose name you couldn't remember, along with some police officers gathered together holding a piece of paper which seemed like a sketch, showing it to civilians that walked past them.
Since your hearing quirk wasn't going to help you get free you thought it might be useful to hear what the heroes were saying.
âHave you seen this man?â one of them asked âplease if you do call the police station right awayâ. The hero held out a picture. It was your capture.
Holy shit
You let out a quiet gasp at the information discovered, your capture hearing the sudden noise turned towards you once again, his gaze unreadable.
He masked his emotions so you wouldn't be able to tell how nervous he was staying within such close proximity with you. Something he learned pretty early, since in his line of work showing any type of emotions was a weakness.
The sweet smell of your perfume that was helping calm his nerves, was making him lose focus on the tasks at hand. Finding an opening to escape without the pros seeing him.
God how did he want to bury his head is the crook of your neck a- his train of thoughts broke as he felt you try to wiggle out of his grasp.
He glared at you, eyes dark and menacing seeding chills to your spine, he was about to lean closer when the pro-hero left their post and started walking towards their new location.
âThat was closeâ, he thought
He freed your mouth and placed it on the hand on the other side of your head trapping you. âW-who are you?â you managed to say, he looked you in the eye âSuneater,â.
Thank god for the wall that was supporting you because you were sure that you would've fell on the floor because how much your knees had been wobbling out of fear and being so close with this very handsome man who happens to be the biggest mafia leader of Tokyo.
You blankly stared at him as the headlines from several news articles popped in your head about the man holding you captive, opening your mouth to say-no to beg for your life, this is definitely not the way you imagined yourself dying.
âIâ you breathe out watching as the man leaves from his spot, freeing you.
âis he getting some torture weapon? Is this because i screamed at him omg me and my stupid big mouthâ as your mind filled with gruesome thoughts when all of a  sudden cough broke your trans, you whipped your head to the noise almost getting whiplash from the sudden movement.
It was him.
He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, his head hung low looking at his shoes as if they were much more interesting than you. He rubbed his palms together and was saying something under his breath. It almost seemed like he was...shy
What the hell is up with this guy?
âI⊠um⊠i am sorry for thatâ wide eyed and mouth agape you watched the man who once looked so frightening you nearly passed out from fear was now stumbling on his words as he apologized to you.
âGod i need to talk to my therapist after this, if i get out of thisâ
He lifted his head, his eyes barely noticeable as they stayed hidden due to the length of his hair. âI⊠I am s-s-sorry for putting you through this mess. I-it's just because, you see I didn't mean to, it's just thatâ he paused, he looked as if he were about to cry. What does one do in this situation? Do you go and console him for kidnapping you in your own store?
Confused, you stayed still, scanning him to look for some weapons he can use on you, eyes stopped at his trembling hands.
Heâs bleeding
Once again mumbling something under his breath he continued â you see, some people are looking for me, a-and because of some⊠things, that's why i ended up bumping into you, i-i didn't mean to knock down your flowers, you see i was just in such a hurry and needed a place to hide that i brought you hereâ he explained his situation.
He looked back at you waiting for you to respond,
âAre you gonna kill me?â he looked at you even more panicked than before almost like he was disgusted at the sheer thought âoh no no no noâ he frantically moved his arms telling you no.
âGood, because i know how to fightâ you lied, but seeing how scared he is you began to question whether this man actually was the notorious yakuza you heard about on the news.
Maybe he was the weak twin no one knew about
Your legs finally regained their strength and you leaned off the wall, and walked past Suneater as you disappeared in one of the rooms in the back of your shop.
âAre you coming?â your head peered from the room as you waved your hand at him to come.
âWhat are you doing?!? Inviting a yakuza in your safe placeâ you thought, while one part of your mind told you to run, the other told you to stay you were conflicted.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Suneater enter the room, without turning around, you pointed at the chair, âsitâ said a little more sternly than you wanted to. Confused at the sudden change in your demeanor, he raised an eyebrow at you, why did you want him here with you when you knew his truth. Anyone with the slightest of common sense would call the police right now, yet you stayed calm.
âLookâ you turned around, tiered â if your not gonna kill me then let me help you with your injuryâ
âinjury? What injury?â
He looked down at his hand feeling a sting. There was a deep cut, most likely from when he knocked over your flowers âohâ his palm was covered in blood.
He sat down at the designated seat waiting for you, closing his eyes letting the sweet and earthy smell of the flowers fill his nostrils, calming his senses.
                *   *    *
âHey did you even listen to a word I said?â Tamaki lifted his head from his palm, âhmm?â. The spiky red head grunted, rubbing his hands on his face tired of his boss being so distracted.
âWhatâs gotten into you, man?â he questioned, Tamaki innocently looked at him as if he did nothing.
Truth was he was bored, he knew the plan they had went over it a millions of times heck he was the one who made it in the first place.
âNothing Kirishima, I heard you, â he said, moving his gaze to where he was looking before, Kirishima followed the direction in which he was looking and spotted you.
You were out in the scorching sun, moving huge pots of flowers around the front of your store.
Grinning he looked back at his superior âwhy are you looking at me like thatâ Tamaki said, not liking the way Kirishima smiled at him, he knew something.
âYou got a crush donât ya boss?â Kirishima proceeded to repeatedly poke his bosses arm, annoying him.
âfuck ofâ Tamaki flustered, turned around avoiding Krishimaâs graze, maybe he did have a small crush.
âhey bossâ Kirishima scooted his chair closer to Tamaki âafter our mission why donât ya go get her number hmm? Who knows you might even get a dateâ he said grabbing his bosses shoulder and shaking it as he told him to man up.
                 *   *    *
He broke out of thoughts feeling the pads of your fingers linger over his palm.
âIs this okay?â you kneeled in front of him, placing the safety kit on your lap concentrating on the task at hand.
âY-yeahâ you looked up, worrying that you might have hurt him accidentally, instead of seeing him wince in pain you were faced with a blushing yakuza.
Not knowing how to react you quickly lower your gaze and continue working on the task at hand.
âYou're good at this,â he was the first to speak, breaking the silence.
âHuh, oh yeah i guess,â you let out a nervous laugh, âI used to volunteer as a nurse in hospitals back when I was in college, at one point in my life i wanted to become a doctor or nurse, to help people like pro-heroes did but then i lost interest in the subject and started to like other things so i opened up a flower shop,â you bit your lip realizing you might have over shared, âsorry that was to much wasn't it?â he smiled.
Shaking his head no, he looked at you warmly making you feel weird inside. As the two of you continued to talk, you learned more about him, nothing too personal but enough to make you feel like maybe just maybe you were starting to become friends.
âAlright all done, Tamakiâ giving him a bright smile as you got up. He looked at his bandaged hand, smiling âThank you, Y/nâ. He got up from his seat, bidding you goodbye after apologizing for the inconvenience he caused, and walked towards the front door.
âWait Tamaki!!!â you ran towards the front door hoping he hadn't left already, opening the door you called out for him once again, he stops and turns to look at you, confused as to why you called him.
âY/n? What happened, are you okay?â he waited for you to catch your breath âyeah i'm fine i just,, i wanted to give you somethingâ the tips of your ear started to burn as you felt a blush creep in, you handed him a purple lily.
Dumbstruck at the present he stayed quiet, smiling shyly as he reached for the purple flower, his fingers grazing you for a second, blushing he thanked you for the gift â but why?â he asked, finally gaining the confidence to look at you.
You were smiling softly, a light blush spread on your cheeks âit reminded me of you,â you looked at him âand it's pretty like youâ you said mentally cursing at yourself for voicing your inner thoughts, and for blushing harder.
Before the tomato looking man could say anything else, you ran back into your shop waving him goodbye.
                  *   *    * Â
Six months ago today, you were âkidnappedâ by the notorious Suneater. Your life hasnât changed much since, you still wake up everyday at 8 am, you still drink the same type of coffee, and you still come back home at 8 pm.
But there was one thing that was significantly different, everyday at noon Tamaki would present himself in front of your store.
At first, it started with him coming to your shop, waiting outside debating whether he was coming in or not.
You would stay in the back of your cash register, listening to him mumbling to himself âcommon just go say hi thatâs all you can do! Common just like you did with kirishimaâ you giggled.
But without a word he would leave. Disappointed you waited for the next day, maybe then heâll talk to you.
The next week, he finally came in the store, (with the push of a spiky redhead) he wandered around before picking up a single rose, and came to the cash.
Ever since that day, he started to come more often and stayed longer talking to you about everything and nothing.
Slowly, his visits at the store became more constant just like his presence in your life.
âAre you here to buy something or to see me?â you winked at him going in the store, leaving a flustered indigo haired man behind.
He followed you inside, taking a deep breath calming his racing heart.
âDo you like me?â you asked casually as you picked up boxes from the front desk. Eyes wide Tamaki looked at you and gulps nervously before speaking âI-um I...w-well actuallyâ
âFuck was I that obvious?â He mentally screams at himself.
You laugh at his panicked expression âIâm just kiddin Tama, you donât need to worry, come on help me with these boxesâ you say grabbing his hand drawing circles trying to calm him, but it didnât. It made him even more red and made his heart beat so fast he thought it was going to come out of his chest.
And sometime along the way, you had begun to fall for him too.
                 *   *    *
Breaking you out of your day dream you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, you grabbed the intruders hand and twisting your body as fast you could ready to attack.
You lowered your hard after seeing your crush.
âNot bad, Y/nâ he showed you the bag of food he was holding âyouâve improved Iâm impressedâ Tamaki said pressing his hand on your lower back pushing you towards the front door of your apartment complex.
Oh yeah you had also started to take self defense lessons from Tamaki once he found out about your bluff about knowing how to fight. From that day he took it upon himself to teach you how to defend yourself in case you were abducted by another Yakuza.
âDidnât you have a meeting today with the Kyoto group?â you opened the door to your small apartment where you guys would often hang out âhow did it goâ you asked taking off your shoes.
âIt was alright i guess, they wanted to make a dealâ he spoke calmly and went to set the table for the two of you. You hummed at his answer without further questioning him because nothing good ever comes with dealing with the Mafia.
The two of you silently enjoyed the Takoyaki brought by Tamaki.
âCan you pass me a napkin?â you observed as he manifested a tentacle thanks to his quirk and handed you a napkin.
âHey Tamaâ you rested your chopstsicks on your place, resting your head on your palm looking at him as he was midway of putting an octopus ball into his mouth, he hummed in response telling you to continue.
âWith your quirk you can manifest everything you eat right?â nodding he put another ball into his mouth âso can youâŠâ you wiggled in your seat regretting what you were about to ask, but you needed an answer it was a question that kept you up during many sleepless nights.
Confused at your sudden shyness he lifted an eyebrow at you, this was very out of character for you since you were usually pretty blunt âc-can you make your semen taste like chocolate?â
Tamaki choked on his food, spitting it out looking at you with a horrified face, you scoot closer to him waiting for his answer. Unable to look at you in the eyes he raised his head looking at the ceiling rubbing his hands on his face trying to calm the rush of heat he was feeling. âTaaaammmakiiâ you whined, tugging on his arm like a child begging him to answer you, he looked at you opening his mouth but then closing it going beet red.
âOhhh did you do itâ you giggled as he blushed even harder and hid his face in his hands and you laughed harder.
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âwhat are we watching tonight?â Tamaki walked into your living dressed in gray sweatpants and a black shirt sitting on your sofa, poking you with his left foot.
It wasnât often that you got to see Tamaki dress so casually due to his job most of the time he would wear expensive suits (which made him look very hot) but there was something about him dressing down that made your heart flutter.
It was nights like these you loved the most, nights when you do nothing but stay up all night watching movies still you passed out cuddling against Tamaki.
âhmm I donât knowâ pouting as you looked through your nail polish wondering which color you should paint them next. Tamaki smiled and pointed towards the purple bottle.
âThen how aboutâ he scanned through the list of shows and movies âthisâ he said finally stopping at Avatar the last air bender.
While one would expect Tamakiâs attention to be at the screen in front of him watching the show he picked out it wasnât. He was much more interested watching you paint your nails. He watched as you stuck your tongue out while concentrating on not to make a mess.
Sheâs so cute
âdidnât you go for lunch with your friends today?â He asked his eyes glued to the tv, mouth slightly agape.
âoh yeah I did, it was funâ he hummed and laughed at something Soka said. âMy friends kept asking me if weâre together yetâ you laughed at the memory of your friends teasing to finally confess your feelings for the man.
âthen why donât weâ not paying attention to what he was saying he continued to watch tv.
Wide eyed he looked at you when it finally hit him you looked back at him in shock from the sudden confessionâi ..i mean if you want you hahaâ he panicked.
Grinning as you got up from your spot on the floor you climbed onto his lap. Tamakiâs face burned a deep shade of red as he tried his hardest to sink his head into the couch wanting it to swallow him whole.
âHey tama look at meâ you brought a hand to his cheeks caressing it softly, making him look at you as you leaned onto him giving him a kiss.
âI like youâ he breathes out as you pull away from the kiss smiling at each other âwill you go out with me?â.
You rest your forehead on his, catching your breath you nod âyes I willâ he holds you tighter holding your body next to his never wanting to let you go.
âCan I kiss you?â he whispers, his lips brushing up against yours, you nod âi'll be mad if you didn'tâ
He captured your lips in a delicate kiss. The kiss slowly escalated, becoming more rough as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. His wet muscle exploring every nook of your mouth as you submit to him, soft moans erupt from your throat as he grabs your boob giving it a squeeze.
âOh fuckâ he moans grabbing your hips pressing it harder on his crotch as you continued to grind against him.
âSomeoneâs excitedâ you smirk against his neck making it, as you grab his clothed dick gasping at size. He was big.
Stopping your movements, he stared into your eyes softly, his hand coming to caresses your face â are you okay with this if not we donât need to go furtherâ he reassured. Smiling, you took his hand and kissed it, âI want it Tamaki, I want you.â
He pulled your shirt over your head throwing somewhere in the room, eyes lingering on the lace white bra. His hand was quick to go back on your breast, squeezing it with such an eagerness that just made you wetter by seconds. Taking off the bra, he grabbed your left tit. Soon, your nipple was engulfed by his mouth, he eagerly sucked it letting the tip of his tongue roll around, making you release another moan as you grab his hair pulling him up attaching his lips with yours.
Tamakiâs tongue was back in you, eyes closed as he enjoyed the warm and sweetness of your mouth. He held your hips, lifting you up heading towards your bedroom.
Amajiki hovered over you, smiling softly, he leaned in sealing lips with yours; peppering your skin with his soft kisses and marking you all the way to your breast. His hand finally finding the soft flesh, he gave it a squeeze as his lips came in contact with your areola, you let a breathy moan as his tongue worked on teasing your erect nipples while his other hand massaged the other in pleasurable manner.
He lifted his head from your chest, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to your aching core. Spreading your thighs open, kissing the soft flesh slowly, he teasingly nips at your inner thigh marking you, ignoring the place you wanted him the most.
You grind your hips in the air, hoping it will get his attention, you whimper as he rubs circles on your clit over your underwear finally feeling some relief, you feel the cold air hit your wet core as he slides it off your legs.
âYouâre so wet, bunnyâ he hummed in approval as he twirled his finger in your wetness, content that he was able to make you feel this good. âI bet you taste good too â he murmures, his eyes darkening with lust, he props your legs into his wide shoulder.
Unable to wait any longer to taste you, he lowered his face to your folds, the feeling of his mouth on your lips, moaning as you pulled his hair telling him to continue. He moaned into you sending vibration to your core, he squeezed your thighs to signal that he understood, he ran his tongue along your dripping slit and plunged his tongue past you lips and shallowly thrusting it inside until he was lapping up your juices with fervor while you arched your back as you moaned his name âyou taste so fucking good, bunnyâ he moaned as he grinned his hips on the mattrest revealing his arousal.
Addicted to the slight bitter but sweet taste that he continued to eat you with more force.
âOhhhh fuck fuck fuckâ your legs trembled.
He knew you were close, slowly he slipped the first finger in, your walls warm and welcoming clenched his finger as he pumped it in, adding another right after. His mouth finding your clit, sucking the sensitive bud, sending pleasure coursing through your body.
âA-amajiki donât stopâ your toes curl at the sensation of his fingers curling inside you, you breathlessly moan your mind going blank as pleasure takes over. Pulling on his hair as his mouth works on your clit while his fingers work their magic, overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt from your lower stomach tightening, âAmajiki⊠i'm gonna-â before you can finish your sentence you feel the third finger slid in, you roll your eyes back feeling your walls stretch âOh god, Tamakiâ
Tamaki grinds his hips harder at the sounds coming out of your lips, his rock hard cock twitch in sweatpants âfuckâ he groaned into your heat fingers slicked with your juices as he worked them in and out of you and lapped your sweet juices with his tongue âI love when you say my name,â.
âT-tamaâ you moaned bucking your hips on his face in search of release. Only a few moments later you came hard, with his face between your thighs and into his mouth. Your vision blurred as felt Tamaki continue to eat out even after cuming so hard. âAmajikiâ you tried to get out of his grasp telling him that youâre too sensitive, he didn't move. He stayed there till you felt another wave of pleaser hit and you came into his mouth.
You were panting hard, your chest rising and falling as you felt euphoria, you watched Amajiki get up from his position between your thighs, get up to kiss you, you tasted yourself on his lips moaning as you felt his boner poking your inner thigh.
He pulls away from the kiss, whining at the loss of contact eyes following him as he gets off the bed. You watch him as he takes off his sweatpants revealing his black boxers which had a wet patch at the tip of his dick, drooling at the outline of his fat cock you imagined having it in your mouth fucking your troat till you became sore.
You get on your knees and start to crawl to where Tamaki was standing, pulling his briefs down until you were met with his painfully erect cock. Licking your lips you looked at him âcan i suck your dickâ he grabs your chin giving you a peck on the lips âsure, but not nowâ he says as he backs you up on the bed, laying you down as he starts to nip at your jaw âi wanna be inside you firstâ he whispers in your ear.
Tamaki separates your legs with his knee, placing himself between your thighs, stroking his dick as he brushes the head of his cock your wet centre. âAmaji-ahâ you feel his tip rub against your entrance, but then backing away with flushed cheeks âbaby⊠do you have any condomsâ he rubs the back of his neck. It was moments like these where you would question how this man was a mafia leader.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him on top of you kissing him, âits okay im on the pillâ you say kissing his face. He aligned himself with your dripping core, his length sliding against your folds and getting coated by your arousal. You shudder, hearing him grunt as he inserts his tip in, stretching you out. He then thrust his length in you, grunting as he felt your wall squeeze around him, once completely in he stayed still letting you adjust to his size, since he was on the bigger side.
You moaned, biting his shoulder as you felt him stretch out your walls, you felt full. â oh no baby are you okay?â Tamaki cooed still inside of you as he whipped tears from your face âshould we stop? Does it hurt?â It wasn't the first time that he had to pull out because he was too big during sex, as he got ready to pull out, you wrapped your legs around his waist kepping him in place âTama i-its okay, it doesnt hurt, youâre just bigâ you kiss his cheeks giving him a okay to move as you grip his shouldersâ as he slowly began to move.
âFuck youre so tight baby, you feel so f-fucking goodâ he let out a groan thrusting even deeper in you.
âHoly shit, your pussy feels so goodâ he moans in your mouth, picking up the pace. Your mouth drops open and you watch his brow furrow as he slips deeper into you, and fills you up. He continues to push until he finally bottoms out, he pants out a heavy breath that he's been holding out. Your eyes flutter but you fight to keep them open, and your arms wrap around his torso to grip his back.
âoh god Amajikâ you moan, hips moving to match his thrust âfeels so goodâ
âYeah?â he pants out, moving at a steady pace, and you nod in response.
Admiring how he looks on top you, lips pink and swollen from your kisses parted as soft moans and grunts pass them. His eyes dark, looking at you with insatiable hunger that told you that he was holding back.
âAmajiki harderâ you whimper, âfuck me harder.â
He pauses for a second, studying your face to make sure he was hearing this well. His breath stuttered before he let out a shaky breath.Then his hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold and he started snapping his hips as hard as he could into yours.
Your eyes roll back at the force of his hips slapping against yours. His nails dug into your supple skin and it stung but you didnât bother to care because the feeling of him stroking along your sensitive walls was too overwhelming.
âFuck babyâ he gruffly letâs put âyouâre making me feel so goodâ
Clenching around his words, you feel more of your juices coating him as he fucks you harder into the mattress.
âYou like it?â he pants â is my cock making you feel good, babyâ
You nod. You couldnât speak properly, not with the way his hips seemed to increase their speed and hit you deeper with each thrust.
âUse your words, bunnyâ he grunts into your ear. He releases your hips in favor of gripping your thighs, pausing to shift onto his knees and have a better handle of you and angle his hips just right. âYou love it donât you? You love it when I fuck you with my cock?â
âYesâ you moan âi love it, i love your cockâ
âYour close arenât you? I can feel the way you keep clenching around my cock,â
âOh god Iâm close tama, donât stopâ you say when the thrust abruptly stops when he pulls out of you, and you whimper in shock and desperation. But he doesnât allow you a second to question him before heâs gripping your hips and flipping you onto your stomach lifting your ass up. He spanks your ass and you squeal in surprise but it morphs into a moan when he shifts your hips to position himself behind you properly. Heâs slipping inside you with ease, and youâre back where you left off.
Trailing a hand from your back, all the way to your head he gripped your hair, pulling your head back to capture lips with his.
His mouth on your neck kissing his way to your ear, nibbling on it before he continued spewing filthy phrases in your ear that had you whining in blinding pleasure.
âYou're taking it so well, baby. Now be a good girl and cum on my cockâ he pants in your ear.
His hand finds your engorged clit, rubbing vigorously as he snapped his hips faster. Your mouth dropped open but no sounds came out, your voice was gone as you felt the pleasure rapidly increasing and the heat in your tummy growing larger and larger until it finally exploded.
âoh tamakiâ you moaned â fuck, Iâm cumming.â You called out his name breathlessly as if it was a mantra as you felt yourself come undone all over him.
Amajiki groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, chasing after his own. After a few deep thrusts he stops and gripping your hips as he feels himself shooting his release in you.
He stays inside for a while and you feel him kiss on your along your spine, whispering soft nothings. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty.
Unable to move your body, you let yourself fall into the mattress resting your head on your pillow.
âTiredâ you hear tamaki leaning against the headboard of your bed. He pulls your limp body making you hover over his lap, your back against his chest âbut i'm not done with you babyâ he bites your shoulder, rubbing the head of his cock on your entrance lubricating it with both of your juices.
âYeah thatâs right watch yourself as I fuck youâ he says starring right at you through the mirror. You watched him as he slipped himself inside you with ease.
He held your hips keeping you in place as you watched his length disappear in you with each hard thrust.
âOh my godâ your moan feeling the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. âAre you gonna cum baby?â Amajiki grunts going faster, you nod grabbing his thighs to help you steady as you start to move your hips to match his pace as you feel your 4th orgasm approach.
âLook at you bouncing on my dick like a good little slutâ he growled in your ear, his hands wrapped around your throat choking you âcome for me slutâ with a couple more thrust both of you came undone.
Breathing heavily as you calmed from your high, you got off his lap and sat beside him leaning on the headboard.
You looked ahead seeing both of your reflections in the mirror; cheeks flushed and swollen lips.
Tamaki turned towards you smiling as he caressed your face leaning for a kiss.
âYou're amazing, you know that?â you smiled at him, finding him adorable in his fucked out state.
âSo are you,â you said, returning the kiss.
Tamaki gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom to get something to clean both of you up. You manage to keep your eyes open, smiling as you see Tamakiâs naked butt as he leaves the room. Reaching out your hand imagining to squish it.
You close your eyes letting the sleep take you over when you something cold on your inner thighs opening your eyes only to see Tamaki cleaning you off.
You feel the bed dip from Tamakiâs weight, you turn around laying on your back facing your lover. Smiling at him you wrap your arms around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck inhaling his sent mixed with sweat and sex.
âYou're gonna be sore tomorrowâ he places a kiss on the crown of your head âdon't blame me for it though it was you who wanted itâ he tries to mimic your moans from earlier. âShut upâ you say playfully slapping his chest he let out a low chuckles holding you tighter ready to let sleep take over.
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pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader
chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: humor, romance
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Your phone blares at exactly 6:45AM, and a memetastic image of Chohee lights up your phone screen as youâre brushing your teeth. When you swipe to answer the call, you donât even manage to get a word in when Chohee chatters you out of your sleep-deprived soul. Â
âJust as practiced, Iâm punctual, and youâre late.â Â
Garbling out a reply about how itâs still five minutes prior to your agreed time, you tap your toothbrush loudly against the sink, likewise spitting out the foam from your mouth. âFine, just hurry because Iâm starving!â Â
Being the gold-hearted person that she is (although that fact is not known to the public), your best friend had offered you a ride to the building where youâre scheduled to take the Korean Medical Licensure Examination today. Â
The moment you settle yourself on the passenger seat, she greets you with a cheery âGood morning!â - one that was too cheery this early in the morning, and all the more way too cheery for a certain Kim Chohee. The two of you share a look and you lean in for a hug. âHey, weâll do just fine, okay? Weâve been studying our asses for this.â Â
You donât let go at once, looking up at her with a kissy face. She pushes your head backwards with a disgusted expression, keeping your face at an armâs length. With an unattractive snort, you lean back in your seat, laughing your ass off at your poor attempt to lighten the mood. Â
âSeriously, _______, I know youâve been lusting after me for years even when youâre well aware of my âstrictly beefâ diet,â Chohee states, dusting your imaginary germs off her shoulder. Turning on her Benzâs engine, she checks her reflection on the rear-view mirror before driving off. Â
With both your hands occupied with the sandwiches youâd ordered from Subway, you use your pinky to connect your phone to play some Mozart via bluetooth. You try not to talk much about the test, knowing it will only cause unnecessary anxiety on both your ends. Â
As Chohee leans towards you, you tilt her sandwich in her direction, letting her take a bite from her sub. âHey, whatâs an abscess again?â Â
âIsnât that more commonly known as boils? Built up pus within or below the surface of the skin?â Â
Kim Chohee chokes on her BLT. Â
âPus?â she repeats, swallowing her bite with great strain. âSeriously? While Iâm eating a sandwich? Couldnât you be more subtle perhaps?â Â
Equally just as surprised as she was, you narrow your eyes at her. âWeâve been studying medicine for the last six years! It shouldnât be a surprise by now...and besides, weâve heard and see a lot worse too...Would you rather have me say purulent exudate then? And waste my precious saliva on a six-syllable word rather than the common term for a liquid form of inflamm-â Â
âOkay!â Chohee throws an arm up in defeat. âSheesh _______! Donât I deserve at least some gratitude for driving you to our exams?â Â
âPlus weâve already seen a cadaver too, which was supposedly one of the peaks of our med-student lives! Whatâs all this hype about some viscous mass on the surface of the skin?â Â
Your best friend peeks at you from her peripheral vision, absolutely mortified. You love it. Â
âCan you please remind me how we became friends in the first place?â Chohee shakes her head and increases the volume of the player as the droplets of rain start pouring down the windshield. âAnyways â I was meaning to ask the histological meaning of it.â Â Â
âOh, right,â you nod, recalling your notes, âwell, itâs a localized collection of neutrophils and necrotic debris. Basically, itâs a suppurative inflammation which is associated with pyogenic bacteria and characterized by edema fluid admixed with neutrophils and necrotic cells. Staphylococcus aureus usually produces abscesses because itâs coagulase positive and coagulase helps the production of fibrinous material that localizes the infection.â Â
As soon as you finish, silence takes over the car, and suddenly, a sniffle comes from Choheeâs side. With a matching frown, you best friend looks at you with shiny eyes. âOh _______, what would I do without you?â Â
With still half an hour to spare, you decide on relieving your bladder first before all the toilets get occupied later a couple of minutes before the actual exam. You take your time with it, even managing to put some effort in fixing your hair in clipping your fringe back so as not to eliminate all distractions possible during the exam. Â
While looking through the large panel windows on your way back from the comfort rooms, you spot a familiar face â the last person youâd want to see on such an important day. Perhaps your prayers werenât loud enough to actually reach heaven. Â
There Jeon Jungkook was at the end of the hall, walking like a newly-canonized saint in all his glory. Most (if not all) of the female onlookers stare at him as he passes by, with Jungkook seemingly unbothered by their unwavering attention. You arenât one for exaggeration, but these women look like theyâre willing to worship the ground he walked on. Â
Your nerdy, anti-Jeon Jungkook ass quickly hides beside a nearby locker, not wanting to be âgracedâ by his presence, just as some girl coined a few moments ago as she headed to the toilets with her friends, collectively gushing over the boy. Â
The popular kid turns to his right and you swore youâd never prayed harder and faster than any other time in your life. Your room assignment was just the one by the corner...and if he could just make a few more steps and head straight to the next classroom a-and...nope. Itâs official. The universe loved shitting on you. Â
Jungkook enters room 132, the very same numbers indicating your room assignment for the licensure exam. You ball up your fists in your spot by the lockers, releasing all your pent-up frustration in the simplest and least violent way possible: a long, tedious exhale. Â
Gathering up all your self-control, you re-enter the classroom with an inward grimace, desperate to not have Jungkookâs eyes meet yours. Heâs looking for a seat, and with all the back rows already occupied, heâs stuck with picking one from the first two rows. Â
Heâs already stood near the seat youâve picked and you bore holes into the back of his head with your fake telepathy, silently ordering him to pick a chair on the other side of the aisle instead. Â
Just as you had not wished for, Jungkook plops his huge ass backpack on the chair next to yours. You tread back to your seat as discreetly as possible, avoiding his gaze at all times as he rummages through his military backpack. What the fuck is in that thing in the first place? You won't be surprised if he manages to pull out a whole microwave inside â and yet funnily enough, he canât seem to own a single damn pencil. Â
As you were minding your own businesses (hopefully it stays that way for the rest of eternity), you catch the other students discussing surgical cases last minute. Â
âHey, which artery is the one for transection for an epidural hematoma?â Â
âWas this the kid that got hit by a fastball in the head?â Â
âWhat happened?â Â
âPoor boy got hit in the temporal area during a baseball tournament. Remained conscious during the rest of the day but during the same evening he gets a severe headache with vomiting and confusion. When they got to Severance he got scheduled for immediate surgery for epidural hematoma.â
âThat sounds awfulâŠâ Â
âIâm not sure which artery it was again thoughâŠâ
If that were the case...then itâd be the transection of a branch of the middle meningeal artery...but then you wouldnât want to answer that out of the blue and get mistaken for being too snoopyâŠ
Instead, you reach for the bottle of water by the legs of your chair, likewise hearing the same answer coming out of Jungkookâs mouth in a whisper. Huh. You raise a brow. Well, there was a major chance he knew the case since he came from Yonsei too, just as you had speculated from some of your roommates who seemed like they came from the same school after mentioning Severance Hospital. Â
The group continue discussing their answers when this girl, who had an obnoxiously unnatural high-pitched voice, approaches Jungkook. Â
âJungkook-oppa?â Â
Oppa? OPPA?!
You wanted to throw up. This girl looked at least two-three years older than him. At the least. Guess Jeon was really more of a fuckboy than Chohee would ever admit. âWe were just discussing something and weâre really unsure of our answers, maybe a smart oppa like you would know?â Â
With as much discretion as you could muster, you adjust in your seat, leaning a little bit towards their conversation as you eavesdrop like the nosy person that you are. Â
âThe surgery was a transection of the meningeal artery,â says Jeon nonchalantly like itâs the most basic thing in the world, still scrolling through his phone. Silence ensues after that. Thatâs it?! Heâs not even going to bother explaining- Â
Jungkook exhales as he puts his phone down. âEpidural hemorrhages result from a rupture of one of the meningeal arteries, as these arteries supply the dura and run between the dura and the skull. Plus you said temporal area right?â he asks, facing one of the guys. Â
âThe artery involved is usually the middle meningeal artery - a branch of the maxillary artery, as the skull fracture is usually in the temporal area. Since the bleeding is of arterial origin, symptoms are rapid in onset even though he seemed normal for a few hours. If they didnât bring him to the hospital that same evening, he couldâve had tentorial herniation and would have eventually died.â Â
As much as you hate to admit it - youâre beyond impressed. Chohee always stays true to her word, but it doesnât change the fact that he was still a jerk for clearly cutting the line at the subway. Â
The girls coo over him, praising him over how cool he looked by explaining his answer. Jungkook settles back on his seat like he hadnât just perfectly given an on-point pathological explanation for a neuro case. Â
The group continues their review, until theyâve come to another question theyâre unsure of. âJungkook-ssi, would you know where the rupture of a berry aneurysm of the Circle of Willis would likely produce hemorrhage?â Â
With only ten minutes left, youâd usually be preparing yourself mentally but this group and Jungkookâs intervention has you all ears once more. Nothing wrong with some last minute review, right? Â
âItâs the subdural space.â Â
Wow. Okay, quick and close but wrong. Impressive wit though. Â
You open your mouth to say something but you hesitate as it dawns on you that you really arenât part of this group and youâre not the one being asked. Jungkook not missing a beat gets a collective âoohâ from the group, whoâs clearly impressed at how quickly heâs answered the question. Â
Meanwhile, your conscience is making you contemplate on your earlier hesitation with the voice of the angel on your right shoulder telling you it isnât right to let the wrong answer pass just like that, especially on a day like this. The devil on your left, however, tells you otherwise. You go with the former. Â
Amongst their murmurs of mutual praise for Jungkook (you bet this man is rejoicing inside with all the attention heâs getting, despite looking nonchalant), you take a deep breath and say the correct answer, voice coming out louder than expected. Â
âExcuse me?â another âspectatorâ says, jutting her chin towards you. Â
âI said,â you look up at her, âitâs actually the subarachnoid space.â Â
âAre you sure?â she retorts. Â
Seriously? Just because youâre not some fuckboy jock who smolders at all boobed humans means you canât be sure with your answer? Â
âHey! I know you!â Someone exclaims from the side, causing everyone to turn their heads toward him, âYouâre the foreigner valedictorian at SNU!â Similar to their earlier praises directed towards Jungkook, the same dudes marvel at your most recent accomplishment. You give a shy smile in return, quietly thanking the stranger for the sudden confidence boost. Â
âJungkook-oppa is also the valedictorian at Yonsei.â Â
Well, that didnât last for long...somebody has always got to rain on your parade. You wonât allow this girl though, not today. Â
You purse your lips, collecting your thoughts first before explaining it to them. âSubarachnoid hemorrhages, although they are much less common than hypertensive intracerebral hemorrhages, but the former are...more often than not...resultant of a rupture of a berry aneurysm.â You pause momentarily when someone drags his seat closer to yours, âGo on please.â Â
âRight, um...berry aneurysms are most commonly found at the Circle of Willis, usually by the junction of the communicating artery and the cerebral artery. Chances of rupture increase with age and cause marked bleeding into the subarachnoid space and produces severe headaches.â The same dude earlier blinks at you, urging you to explain further, âuh...additional symptoms may include vomiting, pain, stiffness of the neck, and papilledema. Death may follow rapidly as well.â Â
A few from the people gathered around your seat clap their hands, along with compliments and offers along the lines of marriage and organ swaps. Â
Someone mentions seeing the proctor approach the room and the group immediately disperses, everyone rushing back to their seats as quickly as possible. A middle-aged man enters, tells everyone to bring out their pencils and place their stuff by the platform, then momentarily leaves for the restroom. Â
Jungkook fishes through his bag, turning each pocket inside and out over and over again. Thereâs no way this kid actually-- âShit, where did that pencil go?â he murmurs, going through his bag once more. Looking away, you bite your lip to stop yourself from snickering. Jeon Jungkook is definitely on a different level. Â
As expected, your entertaining seatmate calls you and asks for a pencil. With a deceivingly enthusiastic nod, you retrieve a pencil from your case just beside your chair. Your life after meeting Jungkook at the subway had finally led to this moment. He clears his throat and you figure itâs signaling the coming of another obnoxious comment. Â
âOh, Iâm sorry, this wasnât meant for you,â you look at him with the most apologetic look you can muster. Then you look at him, down then up, just as he had done back in the library, you smile widely before winking at him, making him hand your extra pencil over to the guy sat next to him, âThanks, babe.â Â
Jungkook scowls hard and you rejoice inside your head, making sure that your face doesnât register the slightest bit of jest. His scowl however, does not last for long. âHmm, youâre the girl from the library, right? Smart and feisty...maybe you are my type after all,â he murmurs, tongue poking his cheek. You scoff loudly, scrunching your face in disgust. âNo thank you.â Â
âOppa,â the girlâs shrill voice calls him one more time and you face forward to freely roll your eyes. If you arenât mistaken, thereâs even a hint of mild annoyance on Jungkookâs features. âDonât mind her, oppa. You can have my extra pencil instead.â She tsks. âSome people just donât know when to quit.â Â
At least she got something right this morning: you donât know when to quit.Â
© joontier 2021
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Stray Kids as Teachers!!
Bang Chan
Definitely the music teacher
Type of teacher that is super caring
Anyone can talk to him about anything
Offers life advice
Mostly good, sometimes joking
âPay your taxes and donât drink and drive.â
Finger guns
Tries to use young people slang
Fails even though he himself is super young
Keeps pictures of his dog on his desk at all times
âMr.Bang, whoâs that?â Points at picture of Barry
He then goes into Barryâs life story, slowly gaining an audience of other students
Every kid has a crush on him
Itâs a rite of passage at this point
âHave you seen his ass?â âDuh, who hasnât?â
Lee Know
The tired art teacher
Has sass battles with his students
Winner gets some candy
He almost always gets the candy
Plays movies once a week
Thinks everyone deserves to relax
Super chill with what students want to create
After all, art is personal
Not at all harsh with grading
Sneaks his cats into the school sometimes
Gets caught, claims theyâre there to be models
Almost always has music playing
Students go to him when they need someone to vent to
Gives somewhat violent advice so.... Donât take it
Everyone wonders when heâll get with Mr.Han
Thereâs bets going
Even staff are in on it
Mr.Bang started the bets
Seo Changbin
Everyoneâs favorite gym teacher
Specializes his class for students' needs
For example, the asthmatic doesnât have to run laps, instead, they do some weight lifting
Stresses the importance of warmups and cool downs
Thursdays are pool days
Everyone worships Thursday, as shirtless Mr.Seo is quite the sight
Fridays are fun days
Students pick whatever they want to do that day
Even group nap time has been approved once or twice
He is the best spotter
Have you seen his arms?
Can be frequently found bothering Mr.Kim
Always wearing a tank top. Always
If students arenât feeling well, he lets them take a nap in his office
Has a special cot with soft blankets and pillows he bought himself
Does not tolerate students making fun of their peers
Has the record for the most detentions given in one day
The class ganged up one on kid who wasnât good at the sport, so they all got detention
The kid got a free soda of their choice
Hwang Hyunjin
Drama instructor
Specializes in helping students put emotion into their lines
Musicals are his favorite
He makes the Choreo himself
Kind of strict about it ngl
Still understanding somewhat
Just... Not as much as he could be
Basically a mom to his drama kids
Gets told all the tea
The Gretchen Weiners of the staff
He knows whats happening with literally every student
Has shown up hungover a few times, just lets the student directors take charge
Will fight for the theatre department to get more funding
Makes some of the costumes himself
Talented boi
Tries to modernize everything
âListen, I know Hamilton takes place in the boring times, but Jefferson needs some shades.â
KING of improve
Actually an amazing actor
Blows everyone's minds
Like, yeah, heâs goofy and hot, and he LOVES spilling the tea, but holy shit can he do Shakespeare
Leaves the school at exactly 3:30 PM, unless thereâs practice
Has stayed till 11:30 PM once
His students worship him, trust me
Han Jisung
The cheery Kindergarten teacher whos energy rivals the kids
His classroom is an explosion of color
Loves his kiddos
Is great at calming upset little ones
Works incredibly hard
Every other teacher thinks his classroom is a total mess
Blocks everywhere, paints on every table, and nap time mats still out
If you look closely, he does have a system
Only pink paint on this table
The mats are in a specific corner
The blocks are for the kids to make words whenever they understand how to spell something
Big fan of the reward system
Has had many kids call him Dad before
Parents love him so much
Their kids come home rambling about their teacher who taught them the alphabet and they can count to five now!
His kids are pretty much little geniuses
Gets sick so often since he works with little kids
Makes sure his sub is fun
Also make sure the sub isnât as fun as him so the kids still like him best
Found in Mr.Leeâs art room⊠way too much
Lee Felix
The schoolâs therapist
His room is the definition of Happy Yet Zen
Light yellows, pinks, and blues fill the room
Basically a pillow fort
Has a scent diffuser and letâs the student pick the essential oilÂ
Walks around school with a happy smile always
We know heâs Stayâs sunshine, but heâs now the students
Has a wall of cheesy jokes for students who just need something to make them laugh
Letâs students show him their special interests with no complaints
Gets into almost all of them himself, just to bond with the kids
If the kids just need somewhere to calm down, his room is almost always open
Need a twenty minute nap? Heâll put on some calming sounds and supply the pillows and blankets
The type of teacher who gives gifts to his senior students when they graduate
Always ready to show students music he thinks will help them
The other teachers love him because he brings baked goods once a week
Doesnât care if students swear in front of him
Kim Seungmin
Middle school English teacher
Students are lowkey scared of him
But they still enjoy him alot
He frequently roasts students and other teachers alike
âMr.Bang said heâs the best producer? Next person to have his class, tell him to check his ego.â
His favorite time is independent reading time
Mainly cause the kids know to be quite
Heaven forbid someone interrupt his reading
Every time they finish a book, the movie is played
Itâs a nice break for everyone
Itâs also a break for him
Itâs tiring being that sassy all the time
Pretty strict grader when it comes to essays
Only because he goes over what to do super thoroughly and even a baby could do it truly
You think he wants to grade a 7 page paper? No
4 Pages maximum
Definitely has favorites
Tries his best not to show it
Everyone knows
Loves the quiet kids in the back who love reading
Reminds him of himself at that age
Ya know, a whole 5 years ago
Mr.Seo shows up in his classroom all the time, just to mess with him
The kids love it
Yang Jeongin
 The other kindergarten teacher
The admins of the school put the quieter, more nervous kids into his room
Jeongin has a very gentle personality when it comes to kids
The shy ones tend to flock to him
His classroom closely resembles a herd of sheep
Just a bunch of baby sheep hiding behind protective mama sheep
Super calm, but someone messes with his kids?
Heâll fuck you up homie
While Mr.Hanâs classroom is an explosion of bright colors, Mr.Yangâs is more pastels
Parents are amazed as their kids slowly open up
Seriously, sudden their super shy kiddo has like, five other super shy friends and wonât stop rambling about their cool teacher
Prefers a quieter way of teaching, unlike Jisung
Gentle nursery rhymes, soft blankets, no dance parties
Even though him and Mr.Han are polar opposites, theyâre best friends
He calms the excitable teacher, and Han brings out his energy
Itâs always funny watching the two classes interact
Itâs like watching a sheep and fucking golden retriever interact
When the two classes go to gym?
Mr.Seo is in for a treat
One side of the class is screaming like madmen while running around, their teacher joining them
The other is calmly waiting for instructions on the line
Not that Mr.Hanâs class is badly behaved, just⊠energetic
Mr.Yang just chills in the back of the gym, working on some lesson plans while his kids get their limited energy out
Nap times are the best
He sometimes joins in, but shhh, donât tell the other teachers
Only Chris knows, and has a million photos of Mr.Yang napping at his desk while his students sleep soundly
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My Top Comfort Characters/Kins and My Main HCs For Them
(Note, not all my kins/comfort characters are on here, just the ones I have more than 5 hcs for)
CW: Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3), Himiko Yumeno (DRV3), Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA), Kyoko Kirigiri (THH), Tsuyu Asui (BNHA), Entrapta (Spop), Ibuki Mioda (SDR2), Celestia Ludenberg (THH), Funtime Foxy (FNAF), Peril (WOF)
Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3)
Nonbinary
He/They pronouns
Autistic
Chains and loose accessories are for stimming
Likes the feeling of silk and cotton
Can't stand the feeling of anything rough or bumpy
He likes collecting small trinkets and the bones of small mammals
Can't stand anything salty. He'll eat it but he certainly won't enjoy it
Dating Rantaro
Can flirt, but only if he doesn't try
Petnames are a hell yea
Gets sunburnt really easily
Group dates with Celesnaegiri and Ikuzono
Can't cook for s h i t
Had a scene kid phase in middle school
Went to the same middle school as Celeste and Maki
Knew them when Celeste went through her "I'm not like other girls" phase and Maki was a Band Kidâą
Himiko Yumeno (DRV3)
Female
She/Her pronouns
Lesbian
Can force herself to fall asleep within seconds regardless of where she is
100% forces herself to fall asleep when she doesn't wanna listen/talk to someone
Himiko/Angie/Tenko relationship. I'm calling them the Traffic Light Trio
She likes taking naps in the forest
She prefers enclosed/tight spaces more than open ones
Has several hundred stress balls and squishies laying around
She overheats easy
Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA)
Questioning his gender, but goes by any pronouns
Knows he's Asexual, at least
Has no clue what his romantic orientation is though
The kind of person to carry treats in his pocket just in case he runs into a cat
Will stop to pet literally every cat he comes across
Great at reading people
Doesn't talk unless it's 100% needed
Hangs with Tokoyami, Jirou, and Denki most often
Aizawa has 100% unofficially adopted him
Fosters kittens
Not a big fan of physical touch
He is 100% in the bakusquad. Anyone who says he's in the Dekusquad is a c o w a r d
He and Tsuyu vibe
Knows a bunch of random facts
Dark humour? Dark humour
*skates backwards into his therapist's room slowly sipping from an absurdly huge cup of coffee* Candice you're not gonna BELIEVE the shit I just went through
In case I forgot to mention it, he skates
Kyoko Kirigiri (THH)
Mtf
She/Her
Bi with female preference
Burns go up to her shoulders/collarbone/chest
Prefers to just listen as opposed to saying anything
Knows a ton of random trivia about everyone else in her class
She keeps a notebook she fills with all the trivia
Doesn't celebrate her birthday. She just doesn't see the point of it
Doesn't hate sugar/sweets, but if given the choice she would choose literally everything else
Cuts her own hair
A cat person
Permanent dark circles
T-Tall đł
Like,,, 6'1 at LEAST
Only person taller than her is Yasuhiro (6'3)
Canon no longer exist
Ahahaha healthy life habits? What are those?
Can't handle horror games
She's the kind of person you'd go to if you needed to rant but didn't want any advice
Polyamourous yo
Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto
She's a dom yall are just scared to admit it
Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)
They go by They/Them
Lesbian
They and Ochaco are dating
They like to hang with Shinsou
Which mainly just means the two sitting in one of their dorms in near total silence doing whatever
Can speak English and French as well as Japanese
Learned English from cartoons
Picked up French bc they thought it'd be fun
Prefers to stay neutral in the whole Bakusquad / Dekusquad thing
They're invited to all outings/events by/for both squads
They like puns
They're a dumbass but willingly, and for fun
Like "someone says they like dark humour and they'll turn off the lights before telling a joke" kind dumbass for fun
Great at poker
Likes Disney Movies
Very touchy once you get close enough
Not in a sexual way, just likes physical contact
Especially fond of piggyback rides and cuddles
Extreme fear of needles
Entrapta (She-Ra)
She/Her or It/Its
Doesn't bother trying to figure out whether she's cis, trans, nonbinary, or what
Was AMAB though
Short as fuck (4'7)
Strong as fuck though
Cuddle game strong
Physical touch is a fuck yes
Cuddles
Piggyback rides
Hugs
Anything where she's touching someone is wonderful in her book
As long as she's the one that initiates it
Anyone else touching her without her permission makes her freak
Prefers being high up
Makes it harder for anyone to sneak up on her
An ace at video games
When it comes to sexuality she just says she's Questioning
Ibuki Mioda (SDR2)
Any pronouns + Pup/Pupself + It/Its
No idea what their gender is otherwise
Biromantic Asexual
Just likes sexual jokes
Gets distracted easily
Has severe hearing problems
She's plays her instruments as loud as possible, with the amp right next to her, without ANY ear protection
It's caused some damage
She talks so loud bc she has no idea how loud is considered acceptable
Wears hearings aids most of the time
Several piercings and tattoos
Likes hearing things jingle
She has a bracelet with a few bells hanging from it
She'll shake it whenever she's bored
LOVES hair accessories
Ribbons are a particular favourite
Occasionally she'll hang little charms from her hair "horns"
The kind of person who never takes any pills/medicine bc she keeps forgetting she has to
Frequently uses emojis
Skates everywhere but she isn't very good at it
She keeps crashing into everything
Has broken every bone in her body at least 3 times
Most of which was bc she keeps trying to kick in doors and skating down the stairs
Celestia Ludenberg (THH)
Nonbinary
Any pronouns, mainly goes by She/They
Bi, 70:30
Collects mini hand sanitizers and can tabs
Has single handedly gotten Mario Kart, Mario Party, Monopoly, Uno, and Clue banned a grand total of 17 times (and counting)
The kind of person to purposefully target someone regardless of what game was being played
Favourite victim is Byakuya (bc he gets so upset about it and she finds that hilarious)
Mains Waluigi
Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto
Has several banned Twitter accounts bc whenever she's bored she'll start discourse on purpose
Hangs with Korekiyo, Ibuki, Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Leon most often
It's a weird friend group but everyone's sorta gotten used to it
She and Byakuya gamble together occasionally
She tries to avoid it bc he'll willingly blow his entire fortune in an attempt to beat her
Autustic
Can't stand the feeling of water
Mainly bc she can't swim for shit
Horror movies? Hates them
Gets flustered super easily
Taka is her twin brother
Kotoko, Kokichi, and Gundham are their half siblings (Same father)
Peko and Toko are their cousins
She sucks ass at go fish
Fuck canon she's 4'11 now
C h u b b y
Freckles
Once she gets comfortable enough with herself she dyes her hair in the peekaboo style
Either black and red or black and blonde
Haven't decided yet
I'll be doing Celesnaegiri hcs as a seperate post but I just feel it's important for you to know that she expresses her affection verbally and is a very touchy person
Went to middle school with Maki and Korekiyo
Has horrible eyesight
She wears contacts most of the time but she always puts off buying more
After the 5th or so time she ended up blindly stumbling around a week after her contacts ran out Kyoko convinced her to buy glasses as well
Religious accessories yo
Like chokers and dangly earrings with crosses and pentagrams and shit
Likes wearing wacky earrings
Can run and do all sorts of tricks in heels
She and Mukuro are exes yo
Keeps her hair short so it's easier to manage
Hair never gets longer than her shoulders if she can help it
She seems like the kind of person who'd keep her bangs grown past her eyes regardless of how frustrating or inconvenient it is
She's a sub yall just don't wanna admit it
Funtime Foxy (FNAF)
I'm going on the record to say this
Funtime Foxy is genderfluid and that is that
Goes by Funtime
Any pronouns, They/Them most commonly
Plays music (keyboard and guitar mainly)
They and Funtime Freddy (Freds) mainly play with the kids
Freds mainly tells stories with Bonbon while Funtime more so plays one-on-one
Has nicknames for everyone
Circus Baby - Ringleader
Ballora - Bells
Funtime Freddy - Partner
Bon Bon - Bun
Peril (WOF)
I like both Nonbinary She/They Peril and Mtf She/Her Peril
They're both such good concepts
She's a lesbian, Harold
She only had a crush on Clay bc he was pretty much everything she was supposed to like in a guy
Gimme a moment while I force all my mental disorders onto this poor child
Autistic, Anxiety (Social anxiety, mainly, but she has most types), Adhd, PTSD
I'd like to reiterate yet again that She's a lesbian
Sunny and Glory were her gay awakening
Peril in Book 1: Damn, Sunny and Glory sure are pretty. Anyone would be lucky to date them. Clay would probably go for them over me. He would be stupid if he didn't. I myself would willingly date them over someone like me. They're just so pretty :(
Peril waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of arc 2: WAIT-
Rarepair alert but Peril/Sora
Peril meeting Sora: "Hmmm She's attractive. I would love to date her. Too bad I'm straight and in love with her brother lmao :P"
Peril, a mere month later, waiting for Ruby to leave Jade Mountain, pacing in her cave, running face first into a wall: WAIT-
I remember reading this one amazing story where Sora taught Peril to read/write and Peril found out she set off the bomb and comforted her/convinced her her run so that's canon now
Btw if anyone can remember what that story was called/what platform it was on and could tell me I'd appreciate it very much
I'd even be willing to draw a character of your's or make you an icon or something
I usually don't accept requests bc I get burnt out easy but this is a special case
She runs into Sora again sometime between the beginning of TOP and the end
I like to imagine she just goes wandering around
Anyway she confesses like a mere few minutes after running into her again bc Peril is just subtle like that
The actual confession takes 15 minutes and the entire time Sora is just sitting here like "đđđ sure"
Bam Peril/Sora
Peril plans to keep it a secret for a little while longer but she spends 3 seconds around Clay and pretty much blurts it out
Clay, who wasn't even aware that Peril was a lesbian, is just "đđđ"
I wanna say Clay doesn't know what a lesbian is but in my canon Sunny is a lesbian so Starflight has already told him
Anyway he's super supportive
From that point Peril is sorta open about her sexuality?
Like, she gives Clay permission to tell the rest of the D.O.D bc she isn't about to risk being in front of them when they hear the news
(When Sunny starts actively seeking her out as a hang out buddy and Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight appear to tolerate her presence just a bit more afterwards she pretends she isn't confused by the change)
She's pink, white, and blue bc I said so
If you look at a certain angle in the right lighting her eyes, mouth, fire, and under her scales all look purple
But her fire is normally white and blue bc I said so
Also she pale as fuck bc in my canon their fire just sorta burns their colour away
You know how you leave something outside for too long and it gets sunbleached? Where it gets all washed out?
Like that but more extreme
By the age of 10-12 firescale dragons are just white with pale eyes
That's right not even the eyes are safe
Ram horns :P
I'm also fond of Peril/Sunny
Or maybe Peril/Sora/Sunny
But Peril/Sora is the main thing
On the topic of that bringing in my hc that if one sib in a sib group is fire resistant all of them are
She,,, She can change her scale colour
But only slightly and only if her emotions are strong enough
Bc I don't give a fuck about Darkstalker's scroll we were robbed of hybrid Peril
Unfortunately all of Peril's emotions are strong
Rainwing ruff along her head and neck
It's like a hood
It's mainly smoothed to her sides but when she's startled it flares out
RAINWING PUPILS
Y'all will know what those look like as soon as I get off my ass :P
She,,, She can mimic bird cries
Hates the summer
She has more than enough body heat already and the outside is just hot enough to add on and make her feel sick
She can somewhat control her heat but most of the time it's based on her emotions
It can go from standing-in-the-middle-of-a-burning-building-cant-see-your-nose-smoke-is-so-thick heat (Strong emotion) to Hey-thats-a-nice-cozy-campfire heat (Calm/"weak" emotion/Sleeping)
I'm just gonna make a different post with all my Peril hcs cuz there isnt enough room for all of them here
#Danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#trigger happy havoc#danganronpa goodbye despair#goodbye despair#danganronpa v3#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf sister location#wings of fire#she ra#bnha#my hero academia#headcanon#korekiyo shinguji#amaguji#himiko yumeno#shinsou hitoshi#kyoko kirigiri#Celesnaegiri#Celesgiri#mha tsuyu#ochatsuyu#ibuki mioda#entrapta spop#celeste ludenberg#peril wof#Sora wof#Sora/Peril wof
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Blobâs tips for academic writing
aka how I tricked my professors into thinking I Know Shit (when I donât)
First things first, and this a general disclaimer, Iâm going to try and keep what Iâm about to say in mostly general terms. This is because Iâm aware regulations for written stuff in academic circles sometimes change not from college to college, but from country to country.
Anyways, Iâm going to keep this simple.
Be clear and concise about your objectives, aka what you are planning to prove/explain with what you are writing.
Include in the very beginning (aka the first two paragraphs) what your objectives are. Be it to prove some bitch is totally biased in their research or to explain the connection between popular singers and sainthood, no matter what you are writing about, always try to start by saying whatâs the shit you hope to get done.
This helps a lot with organization and also takes pressure off the whole aaaaa I donât know how to start this, this is fucking hell, why am I in college, fuck my life thing we all go through.
When possible, start with a quote.
This is something I do a lot. Together with adding in the first paragraph my objectives, I always try to start with some funky quote thatâs related to the topic at hand. Iâve quoted academic authors, song lyrics, fictional novels, comics, etc. If it works within the context, Iâve added it at the very start of things, right in between the title and the first paragraph with right margin indentation.
What this does is that it not only takes pressure off the beginning words, it also helps to put your work in context. It sets the mood. It also shows that youâve been thinking about this so hard, that youâve found ways to connect it with new things. But honestly thatâs not necessarily true, I personally grab the first thing I can think of that sounds great considering the topic Iâm working with.
(Sub)sections are your friends
Dividing your work in easily definable (and searchable) parts is a blessing. Not only does this help keep track of what youâve said, it also helps the professors when they have to read it. Basically, it makes reading significantly easier for everyone involved.
You donât have to go the boring route of Introduction / Analysis / Evidence / Conclusion. I mean, it IS best if you keep that Conclusion around because thatâs kind of the most important thing among the others. Iâve handed in tons of research papers and essays with subsections titled after song lyrics or quotes from novels, etc. And guess what? Each time Iâve done that, my profs loved it.
Now, granted, maybe first try to get a general vibe of what your profs prefer, because some might not be down to party, but do keep this in mind. It shows individuality and personality. Yes, profs say you donât gotta reinvent the wheel, but adding some color and sparkle is always nice, isnât it?
Think of examples. Add as many as you can. Spread them all over.
If thereâs one thing professors go bonkers for, that is examples. Even more so if they arenât ones that have already been provided during class or within the textbooks/study materials. This doesnât mean you must crack your head open trying to come up with something original: take the examples you already have as template!
You can still totally add those anyways. Just add examples. They are your friend and they add to the word count in times of need.
Text organizers
There are key words/phrases that organize the text and make it seem more concise. Things like:
For example / On the one hand / In conclusion / On the contrary / However / In addition to / As well as / Not only ... but also / Besides / To begin with / etc
are ways to organize your paragraph and sentences, and they help keep track of ideas and points you have made or need to make. Iâve found these have helped me a lot when Iâve had to cut my writing in between sentences (or in the middle of writing a sentence). They place you immediately in the tone you need to use and what you are doing in that section of the thing youâre writing.
Sentence structure
This is something that stands true both for academic writing and fiction: varying the length of your sentences is probably the best thing you can do to make reading easier.
Try not to have too many long sentences (aka, around 3 to 5 lines) one after the other. It slows down the rhythm and makes the thing seem convoluted. Shorten some of them into 2 or 3 sentences, add ones that are at most 2 lines long in between.
Another thing to keep in mind is the word order: SVO is the most common one, yet keeping it up throughout the entirety of the writing can make it seem repetitive or, whatâs worst, straight up boring. Switch it up if you can!
Conclusion
Saving the best for last, and this is the golden rule: no new information can be added in the conclusion.
This section is specifically saved to tie up all the loose ends you can find throughout the analysis part of your writing. Everything that goes here MUST have already been talked about beforehand. The conclusion is there for you to explain whether youâve met your objectives, if thereâs need for further investigation (but the limits of the current work donât let you carry it on, so it must be saved for a future date), if what you set out to prove was in fact wrong, etc.
If you add new information in the conclusion, and there is no way around this, then your analysis will be considered as wrong. You either take the new info out, or you find a way to include it in the previous sections.
All you have to do in this final section is summarize your points, talk about whether your hypothesis has been proved right or wrong, and tie up anything else that needs tying up. Thatâs it. Nothing less, nothing more.
Hopefully this will be helpful to anyone who might stumble upon this! I tried to keep it all in general terms lmao
Anyways, good luck my pals, donât let academia kick you in the ass and disillusion you!
#writing reference#academic writing#academia#writing#college#school#essay#in true researcher fashion i am neglecting my papers#blob post
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