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delulu-is-the-solulu-843 · 6 months ago

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Me or the ps3

Abby Anderson x fem reader

Summary: you have a day off and want to spend it with your girlfriend, only issue is she won’t put down that damn game

Warnings: smut, arguments, threatening to leave, cursing, fingering, cunnilingus, strap on mention.

You never minded when Abby would come home from work and play a video game to decompress, that would make you a hypocrite because you did the exact same thing. You didn’t care that Abby played video games,hell the reason you two met was because of a video game. But what you did mind was when a video game saw more of your girlfriend than you did.

Which brought you to where you are now,sitting next to Abby on the couch as she played. You go between watching her and the tv. You watched her as she played, the way her fingers would move over the controller, the way her muscles would tense at certain parts of the game. She looked mouth watering in her black boxers and grey wife beater (or a wife pleaser as she would call it.)

that just made you even more mad because it’s been a good week since she’s touched you, you could understand why most times during the week she didn’t feel like being intimate, you both have to get up early for work. You understood and respected that, but it was a Saturday, Saturday was always the day you both stayed in bed and became reacquainted with each other.

But apparently not today because Abby was already out of bed when you woke up and playing that damn game. You didn’t even want sex right now you just wanted your girlfriend.

She was right next to you but she felt a thousand miles away. It wasn’t like you were trying either when ever you tried to talk to her all you got was a mumbled

“hold on babe” as she continued playing and even if you tried talking to her about the game, because maybe you thought talking about something that interested her would get her to at least have a conversation failed because all you got in return was a distracted

“there’s some really good summaries of it online” her eyes never leaving the screen.

You loved Abby but you couldn’t take this. You sighed at got up hoping that maybe abby would ask yoy to stay because then she at least acknowledged your existence but all you got was a “don’t walk in front of the tv” you rolled your eyes and walked behind the couch and going up stairs.

You opened up your shared closet and grabbed your luggage out of it. You loved Abby you truly did do. She’s the woman you intend on spending your life with, but right now you couldn’t deal with her.

You had to go before you do or say something you regret. So you start opening draws and putting clothes in the bag(and you steal one of her hoodies from the closet to put in the bag) you go down stairs and put the bag by the door, and of course Abby is still playing her damn game. You go up back up stairs your footsteps a bit heavy aggravation at the forefront of your mind.

A leg cramp from sitting so long is what made Abby pause the game, she sat up straight from where she was hunched and saw you weren’t next to her on the couch anymore.

She twisted her body trying to crack her back when she saw it. Your suit case next to the door. Her blood ran cold, why was your suit case by the door? You never said anything about having to go somewhere, you wouldn’t just up and leave her right?

She took her headphones off and put her controller on the coffee table and rushed

upstairs

“Baby?” she called out

She could hear your angry mumbling from the bathroom

“Babe?” She asked walking into he bathroom to see you putting your toothbrush in your full toiletry bag

“What are you doing?” She asked apprehensively almost like she was afraid of what your answer would be

“I’m leaving Abby.” You told her flatly and you could see her heart break

“What? Why?” She rushes over to you her hand holding you arm and your snatch it from her grasp

“Don’t act like you don’t fucking know.”

“I don’t!”

“I just wanted to spend time with you but no you chose your stupid fucking game. I just need to go Abby I can’t do this right now.” You tell her brushing past her to walk out the bathroom

“Baby wait please” she follows you

You sit on the bed to put your shoes on and she kneels In front of you and you do your best to ignore her.

“(Y/n) please can we just talk.” Her voice cracks and you look at her. Her blue eyes wet with tears that threaten to fall

“Please can we just talk and if you still want to leave after I won’t stop you.”

You were quiet for a moment, you were angry but you knew that talking was better than just leaving.

“Okay.” You tell her and she stands up and sits on the bed leaving some space between the both of you.

“Why were you going to leave?” As asks looking over at you

“I just needed to get away before I said something I regret.” You tell her still looking down at your hands unable to look at her because you know you’ll fold the moment you meet those blue eyes.

“Why would you say something you regret.” She asked confused

“Because I’m mad Abby.”

“Why-“

You cut her off before she can finish her sentence

“All I wanted was to just spend some time with you, but you chose that fucking video game over me Abby, and that hurts okay. It hurts so fucking bad to be sitting next to you and feel like you’re a million miles away.” You finish and take a deep breath quickly wiping your own tears that feel.

It’s quiet and you look over at Abby. Her jaw is clenched and the tears she fought so hard to not let fall are now falling. She stared straight ahead with her fists balled.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” Her voice breaking

She looks over you you and you see the anguish in her eyes. She rarely made you cry and but when she did she hated herself for it and you can see that now, right now she didn’t hate herself no right now she loathed herself.

She never wanted you to feel pushed a side with her and that’s exactly how she made you feel.

You hesitantly reach out to touch her arm, the muscle hard under the skin from how tense her body was.

“I’m so sorry baby, I never wanted to make you feel like that.”

You look at her, the way she looks so dejected. You know Abby, she has a heart of gold. She messes up and she owns up to it and goes out of her way to remedy the situation.

You know she would never intentionally push you a side and make you feel unimportant. You’re quiet for a minute you trust Abby you know if she says she’s sorry she means it.

“I love you Abby so much that it hurts, and I don’t care if you want to spend time playing games. But just please don’t shut me out like that again or I will leave.”You tell her grabbing her hand giving it a squeeze.

She sniffles using her other hand to wipe the tears from her face

“Knowing I’m the reason for your tears kills me, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I would do without you, you the best thing I have in my life and I’m sorry I made you feel second best.” She says, unclenching her fist to give your hand a squeeze back.

“I love you.” She tells you her eyes meeting hers.

You scoot closer to her on the bed and cup her cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding hers. You use the pad of your thumb to brush her tears away.

Her eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your eyes again. She debates if it was even an appropriate time to kiss you.

You make the decision for her as you lean in, your lips meeting hers in a sweet kiss.

Abby turned her body towards you and held your waist with her hands. She poured every “I’m sorry” and “I love you” into the kiss.

You cup the back of her neck and grip the back of her shirt with the other hand. She broke the kiss and looked into your eyes asking a silent question “do you want to do this?” You nod and she slowly pulls your top off. Taking an intake of air as she slowly uncovered your breasts.

She pulled her own tank top over her head, as you scotched back up the bed until you were in the middle of the bed with your head on your pillow.

Abby gets on the bed and situated herself between your legs, she had her hands on either side of your head as she leaned down to kiss you. Your arms instantly wrapped around her, hands splayed out on her back. Her tongue skims your teeth dipping into your mouth as you open your lips wider.

You make out and her hand holds your waist and slowly goes up your body and stops just below your breast. She breaks the kiss and starts kissing your neck, her lips warm against the sensitive part of your neck. Her teeth grazes the skin and your hips buck.

“Gonna make it up to you” she says against your neck before she sucks and bites at your pulse point drawing soft whimpers from your lips. She kisses down your neck leaving little bites in her wake. She leaves kisses across your collar bones then down your sternum, until she reaches your breasts.

She kisses the nipple before she wraps her lips around it. She sucks your nipple her tongue swirling around it. Her hand goes to your other breast, pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

You moan and arch into her mouth. Her teeth graze against your nipple before she releases it with a pop.

She switches to your other nipple giving it the same treatment.

She kisses down your body until she reaches the little shorts you had on. She could see a wet patch in the center of them.

Her fingers hooked around the band and she looked up at you

“Is this okay?” She asks you looking at you you her wanting and darkened eyes meeting yours

“Yes please” you breathe out

Lifting your hips so she could pull your shorts down your legs and tossing them onto the floor.

She lays herself between your legs and puts your legs over her shoulders

“So beautiful” you hear her say before her tongue licks up from your hole to your clit.

You both moan simultaneously, her at your taste, and you at the feeling of her tongue gliding through your slick heat.

She kitten licks at your clit drawing more moans out of you. She sucks your clit her tongue swirling around it. She eats you out like a starving woman having her first meal. She moves her hand to your hole and slowly inserts one finger.

You had bucked your hips into her and had one hand fisting her hair that she didn’t put into her signature braid that day.

“M-more” you pant out

She adds another finger and curls them hitting your sweet spot.

You could feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach

“Abby ‘m close” you breathe out into a moan as she sucks your clit harder adding more pressure with her tongue that she flicked on your clit. She moved her fingers faster and she felt your walls tighten around her fingers.

The hand in her hair gripped harder as you came, your back arching off the bed moaning her name out. Your body burning in white hot pleasure. Your eyes rolling back as she slowly her movements letting you ride out your orgasm.

She pulled out her fingers and lapped up your juices. There wasn’t a drop left when she was done.

She kissed your cunt and inner thighs before she sat up panting. she watched as you came down from your high, she watched the way your body trembled and the way your chest rose and fell rapidly as you caught your breath.

Fuck she could have lost this, she could have lost you is the only thought on her mind as she kisses her way back up your body. You down at her with half closed eyelids as she kissed up your chest, giving your nipples a kiss.

She reached your lips and kisses you, you moaned at the taste of yourself on her lips.

“I’m sorry” she says against your lips

You open your eyes and see so many emotions swirling in her blue eyes and you cup her face.

“I know.” You tell her rubbing her cheeks with the pad of your thumbs.

“I love you so much” she tells you her voice heavy with devotion.

That day and into the night she worshiped your body, kissed every inch of skin.

she showed you just how much she loved you using her mouth, fingers, and strap.

She made a silent vow to you that night, she never again be the reason her angel was crying.

Before the night was up she brought your luggage back upstairs and put all your clothes back as you laid blissed out on the bed dozing off feeling sated and loved.

#Abby Anderson #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby tlou

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 6 months ago

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Snuggling with Their S.O. (BAU Headcanons)

HUGE s/o to @ithebookhoarder for the format/inspo on these! I ✨love✨ your HCs!

*Also, PS, this lil exercise has made me abundantly aware that I am super super gay. Like, I had a hard time writing the men because imagining myself/reader snuggling with a man was so weird to me. Sorry, men of the BAU (and men in general)! I'm sure you are great, you're just not for me! So that being said, I want to clarify that I still don't write for the Criminal Minds men. I'd only do them for HCs. - love illdowhatiwantthanks (and what I want is to not write men x reader)

Aaron Hotchner

Surprisingly gentle, as if he's afraid you might break

Very soft, a side of him that not many people get to see (and even you don't get to see it that often)

Hands everywhere, not even necessarily in a sexual way, he just can't keep his hands off you

He gets a lil shy and sometimes has a hard time making eye contact

Lowkey obsessed with the smell of your conditioner and loves to bury his face in your neck

Big spoon, always

David Rossi

Will tickle you until you're practically begging for him to stop

Playful, loves to make you laugh

Plays with your fingers, soft touches that make you shiver

I mean the man is a writer, will whisper either the dirtiest or the sweetest things you've ever heard into your ear depending on the mood

Insomniac, but doesn't even care because he loves to watch you sleep

Big spoon 85% of the time, except after one of his nightmares about the Galen parents' murder

Derek Morgan

Soft, but somehow sensual and passionate at the same time

Will snuggle with you just to snuggle, but also is never mad if it leads to more...

Likes to keep his eyes closed and just feel you

Traces every part of you like he's drawing a map in his mind–curves, freckles, ribcage, shoulder blades, all of it

Prefers snuggling sans clothing–not for sexual reasons necessarily, just because he likes the feeling of skin-to-skin contact

Prefers face-to-face to spooning

Emily Prentiss

Snuggles hard, as in deep pressure, as in holding you very tight, as in wants to be as close to you as humanly possible

Loves to tuck your head in the crook of her neck

Never not playing with your hair

Seriously has a gorilla death grip on you, good luck if you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night

Will kiss your neck whenever she can't resist–which is always

Big spoon always because she likes to make you feel safe (and she likes to feel that you feel safe with her)

Jennifer Jareau

Gentle and very sweet, a part of herself she doesn't get to show at work

Lots of very cute, very innocent kisses all over your face–forehead, cheek, eyelids, tip of your nose

Stares at you so long it makes you blush

Not usually very forthcoming with "I love yous" but will say it again and again while snuggling

Prefers face-to-face so she can watch you

But will want to spoon after a hard case–if it was one where she was scared for you (usually physically similar victims) she'll want to be the big spoon, if it was one where she was scared she'll be the little spoon

Penelope Garcia

Worships the actual ground you walk on, will make you feel absolutely adored

Makes sure you have everything you need to be comfy–weighted blanket, favorite pillow, stuffies or security blanket, white noise if you need it

Will hold you, of course she will and she will love it, but her favorite is when you hold her

Will tell you the sweetest, randomest, dorkiest things while you're snuggling

Feels almost like falling asleep and into a really good dream when she snuggles into you

If you have any pets, they are 100% invited to snuggle, too

Prefers face-to-face snuggling or little spoon, but if you've had a bad day she will not hesitate to scoop you up

Spencer Reid

Very, very shy at first, like he's trying so hard to be respectful that he lays there like a plank of wood

Makes eye contact only to look away and blush beet red

Plants small kisses on your shoulders every few minutes

Likes to hold your hands and play with your fingers

Foreheads pressed together while he tells you about his latest hyperfixation (it becomes his favorite part of the day)

Will always, always take care of you and hold you when you are having a hard day but secretly loves being the little spoon best

#criminal minds #criminal minds hcs #bau #bau hcs #bau fanfiction #ithebookhoarder #headcanons #criminal minds headcanons #emily prentiss #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #david rossi #penelope garcia

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sboochi · 2 years ago

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Hi there, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons Newbie here,

If you could, can you tell me what the relationships between the big four are in your Tangled AU?

(I just came across this fandom and i can't get out, and i love it)

Heyooo, welcome to the party!

'Aight, have some au-specific headcanons!

Merida & Hiccup

they'd have the hardest time making up after a fight, since they're both stubborn as heck!!

Merida wins against him in an arm wrestling match once (she insisted on playing it) and won't let Hiccup forget it (he doesn't mind)

Jack & Rapunzel

Rapunzel quickly learns to respect Jack's personal space, but by season 2 he'd get comfortable enough to let her touch him

She doesn't get mad at Jack for his antics, but she pretends she does in an exaggerated way to make him laugh

Rapunzel & Merida

Rapunzel loooves listening to Merida's stories. She thinks she's really good at telling them

Rapunzel is the only one who knows that Merida is still afraid of storms

Merida & Jack

they are often seen in the background whispering stuff to each other and giggling like little kids

Merida is always down for a snowball fight, to Jack's happiness

Jack & Hiccup

Jack tries to tease Hiccup at first, thinking that this lanky viking will just get irritated, but he realizes Hiccup's the King of Sassiness. So they often have banters that may or may not sound like flirting

they have flying contests. Usually Jack wins them

Hiccup & Rapunzel

Rapunzel has drawn dragons for him multiple times. He secretly keeps all of the drawings

Hiccup actually likes physical affection, he just doesn't initiate it often, so he'd love her hugs

their fights are rare but hilarious, cause they're not the type of people who yell and make a mess, and it usually almost looks like they don't want to be mad at each other, but you can tell by their forced smiles

All four

sometimes a modern expression/reference accidentally slips from Jack. After a bit the others just,,, absorb them and start using them too (Merida saying yeet etc etc)

they make a vow to not keep secrets from each other at the end of season 1, seeing what happened with Cassandra

during season 2 they start napping together

Rapunzel treats them as her personal fashion models to make clothes

#asks #newtonnote #rotbtd #tts au #long post

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minheelovelee · 5 months ago

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hii 🦋 anon here again!! how are you doing?? are you excited for the epex comeback? i’m really looking forward to the full album and i can’t wait to learn more about the concept~

i was hoping to request some dubcon or cnc epex keum thoughts if you’re comfortable writing for that genre? if not, i respect that of course and won’t ask again, i checked to see if there was anything in your “about me” but i didn’t see it but i’m not sure if you’ve mentioned it otherwise :(

thank you sm either way!!! <333

hi 🦋 anon!! it took me a long time to reply i’m SORRY :((( but!! im here now :)) thanks for requesting, sweetie. i haven’t put anything about ok/not ok topics in my intro post, that’s something i should look into. but yeah im totally fine with dubcon or cnc and just about anything!! usually if i receive an ask i don’t care for, i just delete it hehehe.

nsfw under the cut

when thinking about cnc with donghyun, an idea that really stuck with me was him having his way with you while you’re sleeping.

on particularly long days, donghyun will come home later in the evening with energy and stories. his phone reads 12:48, but he’s still surprised to find you passed out on the couch. your rhythmic breathing making that apparent.

12:51 he makes his way to the shower, trying his best to be quiet. part of him wishes you were awake. he wants nothing more than to wash your hair and hold your body in his arms. and push you to your knees :)

1:04 donghyun sneaks out to the living room once again, leaving a trail of water droplets behind him. he’s not sure what’s turning him on more, your calm breathing or your exposed tummy.

1:05 his hands touch you for the first time that night. he’s hardly making contact with your calf, but he can’t believe how warm your skin feels. your thighs draw his attention. he lays kisses on the skin, starting from the outside, making his way in. no longer is he holding your calf. his hand have made their way to your ankles, pulling them apart to expose your inner thighs.

1:08 you’re still sleeping? damn. the material of your shorts rubs on donghyun’s nose. a slow, calculated movement brings them down to your knees. he follows them to the bottoms of your feet and lets them fall off the couch’s armrest. he’s completely hard now. he imagines how you’ll tease him when you wake up. but maybe you’re just as needy.

1:11 your tummy is his next focus. he wonders if you’re still ticklish while asleep. you’re still unmoving, so he assumes not. wet kisses appear and lead down to where donghyun is most excited to see. thin, black panties cover your pussy. his brain provides him with a memory of what you look like underneath. he hooks one finger beneath the material and pulls. the stress proves to be too much for the cheap fabric, as it rips at the seam. “shit” donghyun whispers, speaking for the first time since arriving home.

1:14 will you be mad if he rips these off your body? probably not. he’ll buy you a new pair. he’ll buy you a dozen if that’s what you want. he uses one hand to hold the fabric in place while the other grabs a hold and pulls up. another swift rip detached the garment from your body. he throws the, now useless, cloth near your shorts. hovering over your mound again, your pussy is met with nothing but his hot breath. his mouth has been watering for the past 10 minutes, waiting for this moment. he swallows the spit in his mouth and takes a moment to appreciate the fact that you’re still asleep. you must have had a long day if you’re still off in dreamland.

1:16 his lips meet your cunt for the first time that night. sweet kisses are left on your outer lips to put pressure on your clit. he wants to lick around your hole, he wonders if you’ve gotten wet at all. having your legs together won’t do.

1:17 “i’m so sorry, princess. keep sleepin’, imma make you feel so good.” he grabs your right leg at the knee and hikes it onto his shoulder. one more shaky breath escapes his lips before they meet your entrance. “fuck, you’re wet. how are you wet right now? what are you thinking about?” that pulls a reaction from your body. your head jerks and leg muscles tighten. but your eyes are still closed.

1:19 he moves up to your clit, wetting it with a few long licks. when he wraps his lips around it, he moans. he’d built up the anticipation and looked forward to this all day. he earned this. does it really matter if you’re asleep?

1:20 shoving his tongue into your hole once more, he lets his nose rest on your clit. the smell draws him in deeper. he lets himself get messy as he eats with fervor. his hands grab a little too tight on your ass, and it becomes apparent that you’re now awake. he hears a broken “donghyun? wh-at? oh.”

1:21 “babygirl, you are fucking soaked right now. did you know that? was i givn’ you a nice dream?” his shiny lips gave you a clue, but he doesn’t give you time to answer. “close your eyes again, princess. let me take care of this pussy.” you didn’t have to be told twice. there’s no stopping him once he gets a taste.

donghyun who’s addicted to giving head is so real. thank you for requesting!!!

#mhll epex #mhll keum #epex smut #🦋 anon #mhll 🦋 anon

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shibainu2006 · 2 years ago

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Request about my MC from @vtoriacore

@killersweetie (I know you're gonna wanna be one of the first few to see)

Reign's relationships with different students and staff (part 1!)

Savanaclaw!!

Leona Kingscholar

They didn't particularly get along at first... Especially considering she wore baggy clothes to hide her bust, her first few days, being in a school full of boys as the only female.

It was a protective measure.

After stepping on Leona's tail, and being threatened and almost fighting, he certainly left a bad impression on her.

She only revealed herself to be a woman when she got too hot in Savanaclaw, and had to take off her hoodie.

Everyone was SHOOKETH.

THEN LEONA STARTED CONSPIRING AGAINST PEOPLE!!

Reign had never been so confused in her life.

"You're mad cause he's better than you... so you decide to cheat?"

Everyone thinks she's ballsy as hell for talking to him the way she does.

Reign literally has no filter with these people.

Considering no one had earned her respect, it would stay that way.

After hearing his little rant before his overblot, she suddenly felt this sense of understanding for him.

They had a very similar childhood. To her it was like looking in a mirror.

After beating his ass with her bare hands with the help of her friends, she let him know that she sympathized with how he felt.

Often, she'd find herself in the botanical gardens, drawing the flowers and other plants, perhaps growing her own as well.

So she'd see Leona pretty often. Eventually they made good friends. For the most part.

After having had several conversations with him, slowly but surely she developed feelings for him! Didn't admit that shit until late.

✨️It's a romance✨️

Ruggie Bucchi

Reign didn't really care much for him at first...

Until Grim gripped and cried about him, and he made her life more tedious.

That girl is not a runner, but when you fuck with her friends, she won't hesitate to chase you down.

His stamina wasn't surprising to her. She knows a hyena when she sees one.

When he wouldn't admit to being the culprit, she almost lost her shit.

ALL THAT RUNNING, AND YOU WON'T JUST ADMIT TO YOUR CRIMES!?

When she saw how he was with Leona, she sort of saw him as a suck up.

Reign ain't a fan of suck ups or boot lickers.

The entirety of Savanaclaw was pathetic to her.

When Leona overblotted, she certainly felt bad for Ruggie, after his housewarden said all those things and almost killed him.

You can be certain that Leona got the business for that one.

Reign definitely doesn't socialize with Ruggie much, but when he tries, or if he tries to steal food or items from her, he never gets out alive.

It never goes well. She hates when people touch her stuff.

He received the nickname Ruggles and sticky fingers.

Jack Howl

Upon first meeting, he certainly made Reign... a lil mad.

She knew who the culprit was, and he wouldn't spill.

When he left without actually answering the questions set before him, it irked her.

NOW THE SECOND MEETING WAS SOMETHING!!

When Jack told them to fight him, Reign was fully ready to fold his ass like paper.

Afterwards, she was tired af, but glad he was willing to help them out.

When Jack came to her dorm at the ass crack of dawn to wake her for the plan, she was pissed.

How did he even get in!?

Learning that Leona was his role model made her go "He's a horrible role model"

She is so blunt with this boy, and everyone else.

When he went tsundere on everyone, Reign couldn't help but feel amused.

Overall, they started to make friends, seeing eachother in the hallways.

Now they just vibe together as the only sane ones in the first year squad.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #leona kingscholar #twst mc #savanaclaw #twisted wonderland mc #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #leona kingscholar x mc #twst imagines

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 1 year ago

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(Sorry if the formatting's bad or wonky I'm at war with my laptop rn)

Hello!

This is for a romantic match-up with any of the TWST boys. Could I be the 🖨️emoji? I also use any pronouns though I am seriously considering switching to only He/They.

I see myself as more of a quiet introvert while in public if I'm by no one I'm friends with. I do find it really easy to get along with just about anyone (though on more than one occasion it took me years to find out that someone did not like me and was bulling me and was not in fact playing around.) If you put me next to someone, I am friends with I or know I tend to get a lot more chaotic and forget they have other people around. Around closer friends I tend to use obscure insults to show my love. I hardly ever think before I speak so I sometimes stop mid-sentence if I think what I was about to say was too off the rails. I tend to stutter at times and sometimes I cannot spell for the life of me, Grammarly is the one thing holding me together. I didn't get to have good childhood so now that I'm older I act very childish, and I am usually very unsure of myself. No impulse control; Will eat rocks. I also tend to talk to myself (esp in public when no ones around)

My friend described me as: 'Funny, Quiet, Sarcastic, Playful, Sus, Charismatic, Random, Rizzy and Awkward.' I feel that fits pretty well to be honest. (I am the Rizzard of Oz)

As a hobby I usually stick to drawing (It's a work in progress) I did play the guitar for a while, it honestly just depends on whatever I feel like. (Does listening to music while daydreaming count?)

My interests are dogs (I was absolutely obsessed with them as a kid) snakes, tarantulas and Vinland saga. I tend to get really into something for a couple hours or a few days and I will spend hours researching it. I have spent over 19 hours in the past 2 days researching tarantulas. It's not common when it happens; maybe once every couple of months, but it sure is something when it does.

I look for someone who I can just spend time with. I don't mind something casual that turn more serious. I bottle up my emotions and have problems expressing how I feel a lot so someone I can confide in. I also love bulling or teasing in a loving way.

I can't deal with someone who nags me and shows no respect towards me. I also can't deal with people being mad at me and yelling, I would prefer talking it out. Also, someone who is manipulative and will guilt trip me.

I show my affection with acts of service. And giving them stuff I find cool, whether that be a rock, a book or blanket they might like, or even bracelets / origami creatures I make. I just like seeing them happy.

Physical touch behind closed doors. Play with my hair or rub my back and I melt like butter. I also like words of affirmation. Though I love anything really.

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Sun- Sagittarius | Moon- Aquarius

Rising- Cancer | Mercury- Sagittarius | Venus- Scorpio

(I don't know what most of it means, but a lot of people around me are into astrology)

INTP

I have short brown hair, Hazel eyes. I am pale and I burn instead of tan but I do have a lot of freckles on my shoulders and upper back. And some light ones on my face, with a few dark ones scattered around my arms and legs. 5'7, I do have biggish eyes and a nose bump from when I broke my nose. (I am wayy too clumsy)

I usually wear what most comfortable, I way wayy to oversized stuff to sleep in I also usually stay in my sleep clothes all day (I find sleeping in socks comfortable) I mainly wear T-shirts (also a bit too big) with random stuff on it with jeans or sweatpants, maybe with basketball shorts that I also usually sleep in. Constantly have the same few of bracelets on. (The cheap silicone ones i find laying around, or the cheap braided ones I was gifted)

Hi there, 🖨️! I hope your battle with your laptop comes out with you as the victor! Hmm, let me se- *poof!*

Che’nya

“Oh? My, my, my. I didn’t know you were the Rizzard of Oz,” those would probably be his first words to you as he appears beside you, sending a playful wink. He would love seeing your more chaotic and playful side, and would join you in any mischief you get into… this may or may not include eating rocks together. But he does know when to be more serious.

One of the more common forms of affection while you two are out and about are headbutts. But behind closed doors, he is poking your nose and placing kisses over your freckles and any old injuries that you got due to clumsiness. He would also ruffle your hair.

Che’nya can and will ‘borrow’ your clothes and then act all innocent when you catch him in the act, sweater paws and all. “Ah, caught me red-handed! Not my fault you look so cute in them, so I decided to give it a try~” Trading clothes becomes a habit, but he still insists you look better than him.

Adores hearing you talk about your interests. Tell him all about your favourite dogs, snake species, and tarantulas! “Wait, this species of tarantulas forms friendships with frogs?” Yes, he is stoking the flames. He just loves seeing your eyes light up with passion.

While he does enjoy surprising you with sudden affection, he would love to just cuddle on the sofa, or pillow fortress and watch Vinland saga with you. He would also purr.

He would love receiving gifts from you and would wear every bracelet you make and never take them off. Even if they break, he would keep them all in a box if they couldn’t be repaired. Also keeps a box filled with any drawings you make for him. These are treasured objects for him.

In a similar fashion, he would gift you a bracelet made out of purple, lilac and gold string. You may not always be there together in person, but at least you have a piece of him with you.

Che’nya would also love to hear you play the guitar and would hum a jaunty little tune while you played, rubbing your back all with his head leaning on your shoulder.

“Hmm, you have me smitten. Smitten as a kitten~”

I hope you like your match-up, 🖨️! Che'nya may not be a dog, but perhaps this fellow Rizzard ended up stealing your heart; a cat burglar, but only with you. And he would always use your preferred pronouns!

(And your formatting was great, no worries! Hoping you win in the great laptop war. Yana, please give us a card for Che'nya, PLEASE!)

#dove does match ups #twst matchups #che'nya #romantic match ups #🖨️ anon #“cat stole your tongue dear?~”#please don't eat rocks 🖨️ anon

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dearestones · 2 years ago

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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Trey Clover #2

Warnings: Fluff.

@itheseem Request: Oh, hey! Matchups!

Anyway, hi, I'd like a romantic matchup for Twisted Wonderland if you have the time and energy.

Appearance: I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman. I have wavy shoulder-length black hair and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

Personality: I'm pretty calm, collected and hard-working for the most part. People say I'm intelligent, quiet, and polite. I can be sarcastic at times, although people often say it's hard to tell. I'm probably the most emotional unemotional person I know. I don't really show a whole lot of facial expressions, but I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for. I also tend to get overwhelmed easily, especially when I'm in really noisy places for prolonged periods of time (RIP ADHD and Autism). When people get to know me, they say that I'm a good listener and that they feel safe to speak their mind to me. I also have a tendency to overestimate my own capacity to do work, so I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out. I do this because I can usually do a lot of things without breaking too much of a sweat. Regardless, I still finish what I set out to do.

My favourite hobbies include reading, playing video games, listening to classical and lofi hip-hop, and making art. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours and the overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Trey Clover!

What struck Trey as most interesting when he first meets you is the outfit you’re wearing! Trey hasn’t been outside of the Queendom of Roses aside from school field trips and of course, traveling to Night Raven College at the Isle of Sages, but he doesn’t think that he’s seen your style of dress before. It’s almost similar to what Scarabia’s dorm uniform sort of looks like, except it’s far more flowy and speaks to a culture that Trey knows very little about. He thinks that your outfit is comfortable and if your outfits are embroidered, he thinks that it really adds to the appeal and beauty of yourself.

Also, glasses buddy! If you’re ever in need of a microfiber cloth, Trey has got your back! Just be sure not to take advantage of his kindness or he’ll make you pay for it.

Trey appreciates your calm, quiet personality. As the Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul, he’s more than well acquainted with troublemakers and those who would (un)knowingly incur Riddle’s wrath. Furthermore, a hard working person such as yourself is what also catches his eye. While he won’t take advantage or manipulate you like Cater would, he definitely holds you to a higher standard and wants you to do your best.

Your other traits are just as appealing! Polite and calm? You’re already climbing the ranks in his respect for you. But what captures his attention and has him setting his sights on you to further your relationship with him is your sarcasm. The first time he hears you say something offhand or act like you don’t care (but you secretly do), he thinks he’s hallucinating. He’s perceptive in his own way, but you’ve thrown a spanner in the works with your reactions. Oh my, that’s just so interesting! He’s not always one to solve mysteries without incentive, but for you, he wants to get to know you better.

After he gets to know you better, he begins to differentiate between your different facial expressions, what makes you passionate and more lively than your usual unaffected disposition. While he loves your calm demeanor, he thinks it better if you’re smiling or at the very least not mad. Due to his experiences with his younger siblings and being a pseudo-big brother to the rest of the Heartslabyul students, he is more than well versed in the ways of making people laugh and be more at ease with him. He’ll talk to you sweetly and rope you into helping him bake for Unbirthday Parties.

Don’t get too mad, though! Can you deny that you’re not enjoying your time with him? (If you’re truly mad at him, he’ll make sure to pack you plenty of sweets in thanks for your hard work).

Due to his perceptive nature, he’s often one of the first few people to notice. When he sees you become more irritable or if you’re more nervous than usual, he’ll casually direct other people’s attention away from you, allowing you to leave quietly. Later, once he’s sure that no one else will interfere, he will seek you out and make sure that you’re all right. Whenever he approaches you in these situations, he will come bearing a glass of water and a sweet treat that you’re craving that day.

As much as Trey would like to say that he enjoys being Vice Housewarden and second in command to Riddle, there are still aspects of this time consuming role that he doesn’t think of as positively. As a more passive player in Night Raven College, he thinks that you’re a wonderful addition. He’s not one to burden others with his own personal problems, but with you, he finds himself opening up about his doubts, fears, and personal reservations concerning his place in Night Raven College—especially when the first part of the Heartslabyul Arc takes place.

Trey loves your hard working nature, but he’s also the first to make sure that you take a break. If he finds that you skipped meals or are having mental breakdowns due to your persevering nature, he’ll take you aside and proceed to make you rest. If you ask nicely, perhaps he’ll even cuddle you while you rest so that you aren’t tempted to work yourself even harder.

In addition to your sweet personality, Trey finds himself drawn to your drawings. He finds that the overall composition sort of reminds him of his childhood home, of sweet memories of himself, Chen’ya, and Riddle as young children. True, the innocence of that time had been corrupted, but when he sees you make art, he’s taken back to simpler times. Thank you, he loves those fleeting memories.

In the end, Trey is very patient with you. Among the rest of the NRC students, he’s one of the few who is more than okay with a lover who isn’t inclined towards sexual relationships. He understands who you are and finds that he loves you for your personality and inner beauty. Dates between the two of you border on boring (as some would say), but to the both of you, it’s cozy and loving—and that’s what matters the most.

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ghostingcrows · 1 month ago

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Like it or not Keath doesn't get to control what other people think about their characters/what art gets made.

They chose to display these things publicly. The only thing they have a right to ask is that the people who draw/write the things they don't like won't send their work to them/tag them in it/that it'll be tagged appropriately so they can filter and block as needed.

They don't get to go full Anne Rice like they did on Twitter and ask people to actually police each other's work and report it to get copyright striked (which btw they have no legal right to do bc fanworks are transformative and fall under fair use).

If they weren't prepared to enforce their boundaries reasonably and legally then they shouldn't have put themselves in the public eye this way.

The fact remains that their discomfort is valid but censorship isn't. Any reaction they have to their emotions has to happen within legal boundaries (not trying to enforce a law that doesn't apply here to avoid potentially seeing something they'll find upsetting) and reasonable expectations.

I mean how are you going to ask thousands of people you don't know not to do something just because if you see it you'll be upset? Where does that end? Do people get to ask e/o not to wear clothes they find upsetting to look at or eat food they find gross in public or can we all admit this is kind of not how being a person works? Learn to curate your own experience and avoid things you don't want to see instead of expecting everyone around you to take responsibility for your emotions. You're not a toddler, Keath, you're a fucking adult and you need to act like it.

I mean I really really hate foot fetishes but I wouldn't try to get them scrubbed from the internet if people made them with my characters- in fact I've accepted that this has almost certainly happened already, and I'd just remember that block buttons were invented for exactly this reason.

Oh and before you even start on the assumptions:

- I haven't even seen the art they're complaining about and probably wouldn't like it myself

- The Chappell thing is another matter entirely and idk why you thought they belonged in the same post/are at all related issues. One is about a woman wanting the freedom to go out in public without being physically assaulted or harassed. The other is about a grown adult getting mad that they willingly posted something publicly in an internet they have presumably known things about already and as a result can't control who sees it or how they react. I mean ffs Keath can eliminate this whole problem by turning off their computer/phone/whatever and whatever they were upset about is gone. Chappell is having psychos call her parents and sexually assault her in public. What sane person thinks those are comparable?

Good lord-

Alright first off I included Chappell Roan because I was specifically thinking about people complaining about her cancelling her appearance at the music festival and being absolute assholes to her despite the fact she doesn't have to perform or share her art with us especially not when we are being assholes

Also

Don't fucking mansplain womens freedom to exist in public to me I am very much AFAB and have been harassed both verbally and physically in school and in public since I was in elementary school

And with Yaelokre

Thats not what censorship is you chronically online fuck stick

Yaelokre making the simple request that people treat them and their creations, which again are a PRIVILEGE for us to see and engage with ourselves, with a bare level minimum of respect is not fucking censorship

Yaelokre is not the fucking government and as you said they can't enforce it beyond blocking people

But they are still allowed to request people not be weird about it and be upset by people making absolutely horrible gross jokes about assaulting their characters

I'm not entirely sure when we decided that saying shit like that was normal and okay and not an absolutely bat shit insane thing to say to ANYONE much less someone you don't know but it IS

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akiwitch · 2 years ago

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Hello, I'm your Writeblr Secret Admirer! <3

First of all, I have to admit my envy of your artistic skills. That book cover and all your drawings of your ocs are gorgeous! I really like your art style and the way you capture your characters personalities and how they interact with each other. Plus, their clothing looks so cool! Oh, and I admire that you have your own art style, because even when your drawings vary, it's still clear that they were made by you.

From the few things I've read about your story "Last light", I noticed that we share the love for representing queer characters and write about magic in a fantasy setting. Also remind me to check out your story, it sounds so intriguing! Since it's free to read, I'll definitely read some chapters and if it's as good as it sounds, maybe even the whole story. I have mad respect that you have already published the first book of "The Rising Stones" and will check it out for sure.

I hope you have had a lovely day, and maybe we can chat sometime. All my love, Lexi

Oh my goodness, thank you so much!! If you do read Last Light I hope you enjoy it!

I would love to chat sometime! I hope you have a lovely day as well!

#writblr secret admirer #aaa this is so sweet #thank you this made my whole day

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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vested interest | 3 | todoroki x reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Reader

summary: You’d just thought Shouto was absent minded, accidentally leaving behind a jacket or a sweater or his vest. You didn’t realize this was a thing. (In which Todoroki Shouto—despite his quirk—has zero chill, and uses his clothes to ward off other men.)

length: 19,500 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, shouto is a little shit

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, slightly possessive behavior

For a while, things did go back to normal.

Well, normal enough.

Whatever strange thing had occurred between Shouto and Benjiro had passed, and Benjiro joined the agency with Shouto’s approval. As you suspected, Benjiro was an excellent match for Shouto in the field, and Shouto’s property damage numbers were rapidly approaching the lowest they had ever been. Benjiro was diligent, easy to get along with, and he went out of his way to be extra respectful to you, even beyond the common courtesy he showed the other agency staffers.

In fact, the only person he showed more deference to was Shouto himself, which made sense given his incurable case of hero worship. You supposed Benjiro was so courteous with you because he felt he might owe you, as you’d been the one to pair him with his idol.

Shouto, too, seemed normal enough, although he’d been hanging around more in your office as of late—his long, lean form stretched out across your guest chairs, never failing to draw your eye away from the things you should be working on. He usually came bearing some offering, a chilled tea from the vending machines or dango from the food stall down the street, probably to keep your complaining to a minimum. It was hard to be mad at a face like that, and even harder when the pot was sweetened with snacks.

On one notable occasion, Shouto even sent Benjiro to your office in his place, as he was caught up in a particularly drawn-out clean up effort. The sidekick poked his head through your door, bearing a little paper container of imagawayaki, stuffed with some kind of custard, so sweet you could smell it even across your office.

“Shouto-san said I should give you these on my way back,” he said, depositing them on your desk, smiling brightly. “He saved the grandpa who runs the stall—it was so cool!—there was this earthquake villain, right, and he ripped up the street right where this grandpa was and I swear I thought he was done for, but then fwoom Shouto-san bridged the gap with his ice, and—” he descended into a passionate retelling of the entire encounter, while you nibbled off a piece of the imagawayaki, groaning at how fluffy and sweet and good it was.

You didn’t know what business Shouto had sending Benjiro across the city on this kind of errand, but damn if you weren’t pleased.

Beyond incidents like those, however, Shouto was normal enough, and was back to causing minimal trouble for you.

Which is why it came as a little bit of a shock when you found him in your office one morning, when he should have been preparing to leave for a photoshoot. He was lounging in your guest chairs again, legs stretched out in front of him, long fingers tapping away at his phone.

You screeched to a halt, staring down at him. “Shouto, what do you think you are doing in my office?”

Shouto looked up at you, his bangs falling across his forehead as he tilted his head. His expression went carefully blank, exactly the way it did when he was up to some shit. “Good morning, Y/N.”

You waved a finger at him. “Don’t you good morning me, you have a photoshoot you need to be at.”

The corner of Shouto’s mouth quirked, and he regarded you patiently. “I thought you might accompany me this morning.”

His fingers tapped out something idly on your desk, and your eyes were drawn to a takeout coffee cup next to his hand. Even from your doorway, you could see the clean, minimalist font on the side, proclaiming the name of the really good cafe a couple blocks away. Your eyes narrowed. If that was for you, then this was officially bribery, and he was bringing out the big guns. He knew how you felt about that place.

“What are you up to,” you said, eyeing him suspiciously.

The blue of his left eye looked especially bright as he watched you. “There are perhaps situations I might...avoid if you were to accompany me.”

You waited for further explanation.

He watched you for a moment more, then slid the coffee towards you gently, right to the edge of your desk. “Magma Girl,” he said finally.

You almost groaned.

So that’s what this was about.

The photoshoot Shouto was doing this afternoon was a group spot for a hero merch distributor, and would feature several other heroes in various combinations. Among the heroes was Magma Girl, newly added to the top twenty, a pretty girl with a temper as fiery as her quirk. You rather thought she and Shouto would make a nice pair, as they were both so beautiful it was almost unsettling, and her outspoken nature was a good counterbalance to Shouto’s general quiet. You liked her quite a bit, and as huge as your crush on Shouto was getting, you still did want him to find someone who might make him happy.

Shouto, however, seemed disinclined towards the women you tried to fob him off onto, Magma Girl in particular. She was fairly vocal about her interest in Shouto, and Shouto was apparently taking countermeasures now.

He wanted you there as a human shield.

“Shouto, you can handle Magma Girl fine on your own,” you replied. “You’ve handled her fine up until now.”

His expression went slightly strange for a moment, before settling back into that poker face. “There are things now I would like to make especially clear.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Shouto didn’t answer, however, just tapped those long, elegant fingers on the takeout cup, drawing your focus back to it. Christ, that smelled like their holiday blend, the kind you bought by the pallet and hoarded for months just to keep tasting those hints of chocolate and orange peel long into summer.

They’d been sold out after the new year—you knew that better than anyone. So how the hell did he get his hands on it?

Then again, he was Shouto Todoroki. He could probably get his hands on whatever he wanted.

“I also thought you might like breakfast,” he said, gesturing to a box on his lap you hadn’t noticed. He rifled around with it a minute, and when he pulled it open you could see the puffy round of one of their infamously decadent brioche donuts.

God, he played so dirty.

“Oh my god, fine,” you acquiesced, stalking over to your desk and snatching up the coffee cup. You went to your filing cabinet and unearthed some papers you would need if you were going to get any work done, stuffing them into your bag along with your laptop.

You really needed to get new dietary interests, as Shouto was getting concerningly good at playing you.

You followed him out to an agency car, ignoring the very still set of Shouto’s mouth that you knew meant he was suppressing a smirk.

Whatever.

You didn’t know exactly how you being on set with him was supposed to deter Magma Girl’s advances, unless she considered you some kind of love police, so Shouto was really only setting himself up for failure here. He wouldn’t get much mileage out of you stuffed away in a corner, clacking away at your laptop.

Although, who knew. Maybe he thought of you as a kind of talisman of nonromance, an anti-mistletoe whose presence deterred the very idea of romance. He’d certainly never had any interest in you, at any rate.

The thought bothered you more than it should have.

When you arrived on set, most of the other heroes were already there. The studio was awash with casual chatter and the occasional click of test shots being taken, stylists darting this way and that. Several clothing racks groaned under the weight of all the hero merch stuffed onto them, brightly colored scarves and hoodies and baseball caps bursting out like the plumage of some exotic bird.

Shouto’s rack was especially obvious, the crimson and white split-color design standing out in its stark minimalism. You’d always liked the design of Shouto’s merchandise, mostly courtesy of your agency’s graphic designer, who’d solidified Shouto’s brand with the simple inclusion of red and white. It was getting to a point where most people in the country were starting to associate the combination with Shouto even more strongly than other things that capitalised on the color scheme—like Christmas.

You abandoned Shouto to a team of stylists and plopped down in a chair in the corner near the rack of Shouto merch, digging out your laptop and settling in to send your usual litany of morning emails, your bribery coffee warm on your tongue.

As you worked, several other heroes came over to greet you, making their way out of hair and makeup. You were especially happy to see Kyouka Jiro, her dark eyes rimmed in miles of eyeliner, as she came over to make brief small talk. She asked what you were listening to these days and very blatantly attempted to dig up dirt on Shouto for the former Class A group chat.

It was only when the first round of shooting started that you caught sight of Magma Girl herself. She was paired with Shouto and another fire-type hero for the first shot, all of them swathed in layers of their own merchandise. You watched with interest as they lit up their quirks, Magma Girl’s skin bubbling and swirling a molten orange just beneath the cut off of her dress. Fire bloomed down the path of Shouto’s left arm and you found yourself a little transfixed.

It wasn’t often you got to see him use his quirk in person, and the sight was always kind of mesmerizing. It seemed unbelievable that anyone could light themselves on fire at will, the flames licking over perfect skin, leaving it unblemished as before.

It was only after they’d wrapped up their first shot that something strange happened. Though the trio of heroes had basically been aflame for several minutes, the room suddenly felt colder than it had before. As Shouto prowled back over to you, your skin prickled, and not with appreciation of his good looks as usual—it felt like it was getting cool in the room, enough to raise little goosebumps on your skin.

You absently rubbed an arm, smiling up at Shouto.

“You guys looked pretty cool,” you told him, “The fireproof left arm was a nice touch.”

Shouto’s eyes flicked over you. “Are you cold?”

You waved him off. “I’m fine. And see? Nothing happened with Magma Girl.”

As you spoke, you thought you could feel the temperature dip again, like someone was fucking with the thermostat behind set. Maybe they were trying to compensate for the heat of the heroes’ quirks?

Shouto watched you with a strange light in his eyes. Before you knew what he was doing, he was shrugging out of his Shouto hoodie, and it was being settled gently over your shoulders. It smelled like campfire, and the left side was still intensely warm, like something pulled right of the oven.

“Not as of yet,” Shouto said lightly. “And I’d like to keep it that way.”

You shivered in delight at the warmth of his sweatshirt, mouth quirking at the sight of the shirt they’d stuffed him into underneath it. It was the same split white and red minimalist design, but the buttons at the collar were grey and blue—the exact shade as his eyes. Cute.

“Thanks. And I’m sure you’ll be fine,” you insisted, trying to ignore the fact that the biceps now prominently on display had recently inhabited this sweatshirt. You took a sip of your bribery coffee to settle you. “Not sure what you needed me for, she seems like she’s behaving herself.”

Shouto glanced back over his shoulder to where Magma Girl was standing with the photographer. Her eyes flicked briefly between the two of you before the photographer drew her attention again.

“It would seem that way,” he said ambiguously.

You didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant, as after that, he was called back to set and arranged in another triad with Jiro and a wind-based hero. They swapped out their pieces for each others’, and you hid a private smile at how weirdly good Shouto looked in one of the high-collared black jackets from the Earphone Jack men’s line.

It was as Shouto was being rearranged with Jiro and the wind hero—Jiro, adorably, having to step up onto a box to reach the height of her two costars—that Magma Girl came over to you.

“Hi Y/N,” she said brightly, twisting a long lock of vibrant orange hair around her finger.

“Hi!” you greeted her warmly. Just because Shouto was being frosty with her didn’t mean you had to be. You still held out a private hope that this was some kind of rebellious phase on his part and he would see sense soon enough.

“How have you been since the Hero Gala?” she asked conversationally.

You grinned. “Busy. Contrary to public opinion, Shouto is a handful, as you may well know.”

She gave you a toothy smile. “Oh, I gathered as much.”

“How have you been?” you asked. “I saw you hit the top twenty this month—congrats!”

“The same as you, really. Constantly busy,” she waved. “I saw you poached Benjiro Sato, and I have to say I’m a little put out. They keep putting me in these property damage workshops and I was kind of hoping his quirk could get me out of it.”

You grimaced sympathetically. “I don’t know that there was much hope for anybody once Shouto asked. He’s basically in love with Shouto.”

Magma Girl put a hand on her hip, her amber eyes flicking over you. “Speaking of being in love with Shouto,” she began, and you froze up, concerned where this was headed. For a fraction of a second, you had the strangest sense she was talking about you. But then you realized she had absolutely no reason to suspect your feelings, and it was likelier she was headed somewhere else with this conversation.

She wasn’t planning on confessing to him here, was she?

You didn’t get a chance to find out, however, because then the man in question was headed your way, and—was the temperature dropping again?

Whatever parts of your skin weren’t covered by the Shouto hoodie prickled, and you saw a little shiver go through Magma Girl.

“Furukawa,” Shouto acknowledged Magma Girl in greeting, stepping up beside you. In the sudden cool of the air around you, his left side was blissfully warm, and you could feel the heat of him through the sleeve of your sweatshirt. You resisted the urge to tuck yourself up against him and bask in his warmth, like a turtle under a sun lamp.

“Hi, Shouto,” she purred, her eyes flicking curiously between the two of you. “I was just thinking how lovely it is to see your...manager again.”

Another shiver went through you, and it seemed to get even colder in the studio. You thought you caught a little wisp of your own breath in the air.

“Is it,” Shouto said flatly. Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached out and plucked a heavy scarf off the rack of his merchandise. Before you could even register what was happening, it too was being wound around your shoulders. Shouto’s fingers brushed your chin as he pulled the scarf into a thick knot around your neck.

You stared up at him, shocked, but his gaze was still locked on Magma Girl. She was staring back at him with a similar intensity, a small smile riding her mouth.

“Interesting,” she said, though you had no idea what she could be referencing. She found the weird scarf move interesting?

You hoped she didn’t think Shouto thought you were an idiot who couldn’t take care of herself. Although maybe he did, as there was little other explanation for whatever the fuck he thought he was doing right now.

“If you’re cold, you’re welcome to the other scarves,” you said, gesturing at the rack of Shouto merch.

Magma Girl smirked. “Will you put it on for me too, Shouto-kun?”

The temperature dropped even further, and Magma Girl’s smirk widened. Shouto seemed to ignore her, though, busying himself with a hat off the rack, with a little ice puff for a pompom, and then that too was being stuffed over your head.

You sputtered, gaping up at him.

“Mmm, got it,” Magma Girl hummed, waggling her fingers at you, though Shouto hadn’t said anything.

And then she was turning away, sauntering back over to where the camera crew was setting up the next shot, tossing a fiery orange curl over her shoulder. You watched her go with some concern, then stared up at Shouto. “What the hell was that all about?” you asked.

Shouto gazed innocently back down at you, with all the tranquility of a placid lake. “You appeared cold.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I can put things on myself.”

Those heterochromatic eyes trailed down your face. “I’ve no doubt.”

“She was being nice, Shouto, there was no reason to act like a huge weirdo,” you said, wondering if he’d fussed about with you simply to avoid having to converse with Magma Girl. “She didn’t even say anything.”

“And she won’t,” he said, something weirdly satisfied in his deep tone.

A set hand popped up at Shouto’s elbow, waving an armful of blankets. “Thermostat looks like it’s working fine but it’s obviously broken. Can’t get it to warm back up in here,” he said, offering one out to him. Shouto waved him off politely, pointedly flaring his left side. The set hand eyed you thoughtfully for a moment, as though evaluating whether you too might need a blanket. He seemed to decide that the small mountain of Shouto merch you were currently swaddled in was enough to keep you warm, and trotted off without another word.

Warm fingers readjusted the scarf at your throat, and your breath caught in your lungs. You glanced up at Shouto again to find those heterochromatic eyes roving over you slowly, like he was appraising the look of his merch on you.

While crimson and white was a good look on him, you supposed you must look something like a melting candy cane. You lifted a hand to take the hat off, but Shouto caught your wrist before you could.

“Leave it,” he said, pausing a long moment before adding, “It’s cold in here.”

“I look like a Christmas ornament gone wrong,” you laughed. You tried to ignore the steady pressure of his grip on your wrist.

Shouto looked insulted. “I will choose to ignore the implied insult to my own appearance.”

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to shush him. “Shouto, please, you know you look good—” Then it hit you what you'd just let slip and you choked, cutting yourself off. You stumbled over your words a little when Shouto’s gaze sharpened. “Uh, I mean, you know. Normal. You look, um, like you. I mean, it’s your look, you know—”

A call from the camera director cut you off, like a divine bolt of intervention from the merciful conversation gods. Shouto lingered a moment, his fingers flexing on your wrist. There was a small moment where he looked like he might say something, a hesitant pause between one breath and the next—

And then he’d released you. He stepped back towards where the next shot had already been set up, Jiro already atop her box, tapping an impatient black combat boot.

You watched Shouto’s broad back retreat, your skin buzzing like a hive of bees had settled beneath it. You let out a relieved huff of breath, sinking back in your chair. He’d be busy for the next couple of minutes, and that would be enough time to compose yourself again.

You could be chill, totally normal. You could be as cool as an ice cube.

And after that, you were. Shouto was, too—whatever strange mood he’d been in with Magma Girl had lifted, and he didn’t come back over to stuff more Shouto paraphernalia onto you, though you did think you caught the occasional flash of grey and blue turning your way.

It was only after you’d been shepherded back into an agency car, still decked out like an overzealous candy cane, that you calmed down enough to turn your mind back to the thermostat issue. There was something tickling the back of your mind, teasing the fringes of your thoughts in dull flickers of suspicion.

It occurred to you that the thermostat issue had only started after Shouto had arrived—and had conveniently coincided with the incidences surrounding Magma Girl. Shouto, whose quirk had not only a heating element, but a cooling element as well...

From the corner of your eye you could see Shouto propped up against the opposite window. His face was still, but he was radiating smugness, like a pleased tomcat who'd just returned with a fat mouse.

And that settled it. If your years with him told you anything, then Shouto probably did have at least something to do with it. He was putting out the same self-satisfied energy as he had when he'd scorched the chair in the lobby of Hero Weekly, which meant he'd definitely been up to something in there.

You added the incident to the steadily growing list of unusual things that Shouto seemed to be occupied with lately, making another note to get to the bottom of things. You didn't like not knowing what was up with him, and it was going to have to stop.

You would find out what exactly he thought he was up to lately.

Shouto Todoroki couldn’t hide anything from you for long.

#todoroki shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x you #todoroki shouto #bnha x reader

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SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with

having a good time

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed.

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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angelguk · 4 years ago

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dedicated to the lovely @himboksj happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

“A couple of weeks ago,” he says. You groan, your head dropping into your hands.

“Put it away, Guk! And don’t go through my stuff ever again.”

“Why? I think it’s cute.”

“Cu—what is the point of this, Jeongguk? I don’t get what you’re trying to do?” And there you go, staring at him with those wide ingenuous eyes. So trusting, so clueless. He draws closer then, considers taking his underwear off so you can see just what you do to him. But when your gaze drops he halts. It’s not about him tonight. It’s about you.

The bed dips under the weight of his as he says it, the toy still in his hands. “I want to see if you can squirt.” He sees the way your back stiffens, the raise in your brow.

“I’ve never done that,” you splutter, falling back as Jeongguk crawls over you.

“I know. But you can.”

“I can’t, Guk. I don’t think I can.” Your pretty lips are drawn into a reluctant pout, but there’s a bright curiosity sparking through your gaze that Jeongguk knows all too well.

“See, you don’t think you can. You said that before. And then I made you cum five times in a row.”

“No that was different—”

“We’re just seeing if you can. We don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think it’d be fun to try.”

You pause, trying to ignore the heat blooming between your legs as you weigh the decision before you. There were times when you thought you were about to, an edge in your orgasms that felt dangerous. But your body never let you go there fully, drawing back from your slipped from heights you couldn’t handle. You can tell Jeongguk won’t grant you the same precautions. His eyes a dark, toeing a line that feels forbidding. The covers are gently pulled from you, Jeongguk staying silent as you ponder. But the moment the cool night air hits your skin you know what he’s asking for. It’s a strange level of vulnerability, a bareness that makes your skin prickle. He wants something that you’ve never given anyway else — not even yourself. It’s a lot to ask for and his directness makes you pause. The hesitation crumbles when his hand settles on your thigh, wide warm palm gently nudging your clasped legs apart.

“We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Jeongguk says, honey eyes locked on you. You know he’s being honest; he wouldn’t push it if you said no. And yet, something twists in your stomach. You want this. The realisation is sudden and you don’t know if it’s because of how perfect Jeongguk looks tonight. Chestnut curls a messy halo on his head and his shirt hanging loose from his broad shoulders. Or maybe it’s how he looks at you as if this is the only he’s ever really wanted in the world. As if you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

“I want to—I mean I want to try.” You let yourself fall open then, something clicking as Jeongguk slots right against you perfectly, your sleeping shorts bunching up when his hips roll with intent. His lips land on your neck a moment later, a kiss so soft that you don’t feel it at first, lost in the way he hits your clit when he bucks into you. Jeongguk draws you back with a bite, one sharp enough to leave you gasping, your back arching from the sheets. He lets his hands slip under then, the vibrator momentarily forgotten as he maps your skin, lips feather-light once more, kisses gentle enough to leave you delirious.

“So good to me,” Jeongguk mumbles, eyes drifting to your lips. He draws close then, mouth fitting yours in a dreamlike perfectness. It’s flavoured with wine and want, a clear hunger in how he parts your lips. The hands that grip you are hard but his lips are gentle, savouring the taste of you against his mouth as if he wants to commit it to memory. The softness of the act has your skin tingling, bright and wild yet slow like the turning of the Sun. When you part, the air is different — charged, the current that swims through the atmosphere finding a home in your body as it settles in the depth of your gut. Jeongguk doesn’t give you time to ponder, mouth trailing from the corner of your lips to the hollow of your neck where he bites. It hurts enough to shock your senses, sweeping you back from the heavenly haze to the alarming reality of what he’s about to do to you. Your whimper hits the air as his tongue presses into the mark, painting your skin dark. A pointed reminder. You’d thought Jeongguk would be possessive, but sometimes he surprises you with it. The purposeful touches, the harsh bruises he likes to leave high on your neck. Or anywhere on your body, really. There are times he’d press his fingertips into them when you’re willing enough to let him choke you, the flash in your eyes spurring his hips forward.

For now, he busies himself with breathing a new one to life, one you know he’ll play with tomorrow — or later tonight if you give him the chance. Your brain can’t think that fair, zoning out as his mouth works a claim on your skin. Eager fingertips are drifting down your thighs, brushing past the band of your sleeping shorts. It’s expected that you’re already wet, but Jeongguk delights in his find with a muted moan in your neck. His fingers don’t go further though, grazing light against the damp fabric of your underwear. The swivel of your hips is automatic but Jeongguk quickly stills it with a hard press of his palm into your skin. You’re forced into the mattress, freezing when he finally wanders from your neck to your chest. So slow, wet lips idly trailing until his face lands between your chest.

“Gukkie,” you hadn’t realised how gone you already sounded until you spoke, voice wavering. He hums in response, non-committal, his hands shifting from your hips as he focuses on freeing you from your top so he can get your boobs in his mouth.

“Don’t tease me today.” You’re trying to sound firm, pliantly raising your arms so he can get you bare. But that firmness shrinks when your eyes land on his. So dark in the dwindling moonlight bleeding through your half-open blinds.

“Why?” There’s that smile of his, one corner hung higher than the either. You’ve sunk yourself in a sea brimming with sharks. “You sound cute when you whine, bunny.”

“Jeong — fuck.” There’s no point in protesting when he’s buried himself between your chest, tongue already toying with your nipple. Too many guys before him had misunderstood how to touch you there, but Jeongguk knew — he had learned. Studied your body so that he knows when to nip or kiss, shifting from pain to pleasure until the line blurred and so did your vision, until the only sound filling the room are harsh breaths and the quiet murmur of his name. Your hands eventually stray to his head, the heat in your core demanding attention as you guide him down. Jeongguk complies, not because he doesn’t want to tease you any further, but because he loves tasting you too much to ever say no.

The sight he finds sends an ache down his length, already hard but now leaking into the fabric of his grey sweats. You spread yourself so easily for him, light pink panties coloured dark with your wetness.

“Cute,” Jeongguk whispers, falling naturally into his place between your legs. It wasn’t meant to grace the air, but he’s glad it did when he notes the bashful smile tugging at your lips and how you twist to shift your head into the pillows the closer he gets. Which, honestly, makes him pause. He wants you to watch, needs you to. Something in the base of his brain needing constant affirmation that he’s making you feel good driving his next set of movements.

The hand on your chin is unexpected and adamant. You can’t help but give in, wide-eyed when Jeongguk forces your gaze onto him. “Need you to look bunny, can you do that for me?” The nod you give him is instinctual, heat blossoming in your bones when Jeongguk smiles, satiated and proud. Perhaps you should have put up more of a fight, but how could have known what he would do with only the tender touches he’d lift as your guide. Even the quick kiss he plants on your clothed cunt revealed nothing of what’s to come. So gentle as he pulls he fabric down your hips, discarding it somewhere in the sheets, his eyes never leaving the wetness on your lips.

“My pretty girl,” he says, nipping the inside of your thigh. You squirm at that, futile because Jeongguk just held you closer. “All mine, right bunny?”

“All yours,” you return, voice far and your mind slipping from your hands. Jeongguk apparently takes that to heart because he devours you, nose burrowed in the apex of your cunt, breathing you in as his tongue mapped the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take long for your legs to wrap around his head, back raising from the bed and the drip of your slick coating your inner thighs. Yet, Jeongguk relishes it, forgoing breathing as he eats you open, toying with your clit as if that was his sole life purpose. You forget the world with a speed that should concern you, thighs trembling with each determined swirl of his tongue over that bud. Again and again, until you spill into his mouth, wet and creamy, creating a mark of your own on his lips. He keeps you there, unrelenting even when your whines hit high and your chest heaves. There’s a ringing in your ears as the high wanes away, which is swiftly placed by a quiet mumbling that sinks into your skin.

“Tastes so good,” Jeongguk murmurs, licking between your folds. “So fucking good.”

“Jeon,” Something twists in your gut when he drops a final kiss onto you as if he was thanking you for letting him do that when you should be the one on your knees thanking him. When he softly drops your leg to the soiled sheets you decide it quickly, already shifting onto your elbows.

“Yes?” Such innocent eyes staring back at you like he didn’t just fuck you open with his tongue.

“I want you too,” you’re already shifting but Jeongguk is quick, fingertips hard on your jaw when he halts you. He knows what that means, reads it in how your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, wet just like you were. But that’s not what he wants, besides, he’d rather save that for other places.

“No.” When he says that you almost deflate, but then Jeongguk drops his hand from your jaw, swiftly dragging his shirt over his back and off his body. There’s nothing that can suffocate the desire that blooms in your chest. He’s so beautiful, hard lines and warm skin, kissed by the Sun herself. There’s an itch in your palm instantly, and you hastily register that if you don’t touch him you might die. Yet, your eager hands are pinned over your head, wrists wrapped tightly in the grip of one of his wide calloused palms. There’s a brief moment where his attention is caught by the bounce of your chest before you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that you’ve never asked Jeongguk to fuck your tits before. But as you stow that away for later concern, Jeongguk’s other hand drifts to the discarded vibrator, sinister now in his command.

“Don’t want to fuck your mouth, bunny. It’s not about me tonight, it’s about you.”

“But—” Jeongguk swallows that protest with a quick kiss, the taste of you on his tongue igniting a fire that crackles and consumes until you feel nothing but heat and want, all fuelled by your erratic lovesick heart. You kiss until the only thing filling your lungs is him, like a heavy smoke that envelopes you, travelling through your body until you pull away, warm chest flushed against his. There’s a stupid twinkle in his eyes and it makes you feel sick, swaying dangerously when he shifts away. You don’t want him to go, but you don’t move when he gives you that look. The devastating ache dissipates when his pants drop from his hips, hard cock meeting the cool air. The twitch that travels down his length echoes between your walls, eagerly clenching around nothing. Jeongguk just smiles, stripping bare leaving himself vulnerable to your eager eyes. You wait, behaving good because you want to for him and Jeongguk notes this, delivering a pleased slap to your cunt when he pulls you close, one hard enough to jolt through your spine when his palm hits your clit.

“I’m kind of sensitive,” you whisper, shy again. Which is funny because weren’t you begging for his cock down your throat a second ago?

“I know,” Jeongguk returns, uncaring. The vibrator comes to life a moment later, buzzing low through the room. He knocks it up to the second-highest level.

“Jeongguk! Start low then work it up. I can’t take it like that directly, it'll chafe me.” Which is right, your clit is already feeling dry, slick staying solely between your walls. Jeongguk notes that, pausing before sinking two of his fingers deep. You squeak, hips lifting when they brush against that spot in your walls. He works you open deftly, pleased when you grind your hips into his hands, spurred on by the feeling of something finally inside of you. But it’s fleeting, Jeongguk dragging his fingers out and over your clit before raising his fingers to his lips and licking them clean.

“Now it won’t,” he states, and before you can open your mouth and deliver a retort the vibrator is pressing against that bundle of nerves, tremors echoing in your bones as your legs squeeze shut in an attempt to get away. Jeongguk pins them open, cock leaking against your thigh and he rolls the edge of the toy over your clit, before you jolt so hard the sheets shift and he knows exactly where to place it. He works it out of you, praise naturally falling from his petal lips when you give in, eyes shut tight and your heart stuck in your throat. The vibration feeds the heat in your gut, drawing it to the surface of your skin, sweat beading along your forehead and a dampness forming down your spine. It feels both quick and slow, coaxed out of you with steadfastness. Jeongguk’s gaze never strays from your pussy, locked there as he etches this moment into his memory. You look gorgeous, whining and twisting underneath him. He can tell that this is a lot for you, judging from how you bury your face away from him. He would have forced your eyes on him, if he wasn’t already so enthralled by how perfect you look like this, moans low colouring the air bright with their sound. His own want multiples when your body freezes, strung tight, the edge beckoning you over.

He pulls the vibrator off then, depriving you of your release because his brain demands that he feels this one around his length.

“Jeongguk!” You’re on your elbows, eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. “Why-w-why would you do that?” There’s a waver in your tone, a lilt so pretty he can’t help but smile.

“When you squirt you’re doing it on my cock.” He states it like it's final. And it is from how he draws you close, vibrator momentarily lost in the sheets, the head of his length brushing against your wetness.

But what catches your attention is when. A loaded promise. A determined one.

You spread your legs open, shifting until he slips past walls stretching to accommodate his welcoming presence. “Okay then, make me.” You say it with your gaze on his, watching as his eyes glaze over hips already bucking deeper, before your words register in his brain and Jeongguk’s gaze shifts into a dangerous glint.

He tugs you hard, pulling close enough so that he sinks in deep, cunt already moulding to the curves of his cock. “With pleasure.” Those words are warning, painted right into the heat of your skin as he sheathes himself inside of you. The groans in the air belong to both of you melting into one distinctive sound. It’s cut by the lewd squelch of your wetness coating his length, one that settles in Jeongguk’s gut, release already creeping into the corner of his vision. But he holds it back by knocking your legs further apart, mouth returning to the bruise he left earlier, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. You arch into him, shifting as pain bleeds through your nerves. The motion allows the last inch of him to slip past your walls, spearing you open, before Jeongguk draws himself out and returns with a hard slow thrust. He fucks you deep, right into the bed, the frame creaking with each loud meeting between the two of you. You can’t do anything but cling onto him, eyes fluttering as his cock drives into you, determined with every piston of his hips to see you unravel. And you do, with a sickening quickness, already weak with the remembrance of your past edge. You feel soft underneath him, pressed against his skin like you hope you find a home for yourself there. And Jeongguk provides — lips mapping your skin gently and a pride in his tone that makes you want to do anything for him.

“That’s it, good girl.” You can’t say anything but his name, whining with every drag of his length along your walls. “So good to me,” he whispers, sweet, unlike his unforgiving hips. “Pretty girl and she’s all mine.”

“Yes,” you gasp, wanting this more than ever. “All yours—a-all—hnghhhh—y-yours! Jeongguk, please! P-please, please, please.”

He slows, smiling into your neck. “What bunny? What do you want?”

“Wanna cum, Jeongguk p-please let me cum.” When he moves away you feel your gut drop. The vibrator is flicked back one, humming dangerously. “Guk—” you start; he shushes you with a purposeful thrust.

“You said you wanted to cum. Remember what you promised me, bunny?” You nod, slow, nervous but your need overriding your fear. Jeongguk just smiles, shifts himself a little deeper, and then places the vibrator where you need it most. It’s not instant, but it’s quick and violent, travelling through your bones and Jeongguk rocks himself deep, curls damp on his forehead and his shoulders tense but his body still giving. You match his movements with your own, shuddering the closer you feel it creep, ripping itself right out of your limbs, drawn to the surface with no remorse, your eyes falling shut and hips seizing. The vibration paired with the feeling of Jeongguk fucking you full is intoxicating, and unlike you he doesn’t hesitate, playing with your clit unforgivingly.

You don’t even hear yourself, mouth agape and your back high from the sheets, all you know is heat, burning from the inside out. No air in your lungs as it spills from you, right onto his length, walls drawn tight. It hits his abdomen, leaving his muscles wet and glimmering as the moonlight greets his skin. Jeongguk shuts down, hips moving automatically, the vibrator thrown aside, still buzzing forlornly. He couldn’t give a damn about it, bending your legs back and fucking into you hard as you coat his cock in your wetness. If it was loud before, it’s obscene now. The nails in his back spur him further, a need he’s never felt before consuming him whole. It’s already there, the white of his desire clouding his vision, but his brain suddenly stills.

Jeongguk’s hand on your chin draws you back to Earth, mind nothing but mush as he continues to fuck you open. They’re erratic thrusts, and with them, you slowly release that your cheeks are wet. Jeongguk realises it the same time you do, thumb gingerly brushing the tears falling from your eyes away. There’s a strange new awareness buzzing through your body, like your bones feel new, limbs reformed. But nothing could prepare you for that thumb on your cheek travelling down, grazing your lips until they fall open. He slips it past, lets you flick your tongue against it, before demanding. “Open.”

And you do, because what wouldn’t you do for him.

“Can I?” He questions, and somehow you know what he is asking. Another claim. Something else you’ve given nobody but him.

“Yes.”

There’s a fall in his shoulders as if he was afraid you would deny him. But how could you ever? His thumb leaves your lips, hand drifting until it settles on your neck, pressing firmly but not tight. And then his own lips part, hips unwavering, for what he sends down your throat. You swallow, oddly thrilled by it while Jeongguk watches silently, almost in marvel. It does something to you, the way he stares, like he cannot believe you’re his. And you feel that sentiment in how he kisses you next, desperate, pleading, thankful. You return it, tongue soft against his as you feel his back draw taut, a low groan spilling down your throat when Jeongguk finally snaps, euphoria bleeding through his brain. You feel it hit your walls, warm and wet, painting you white, a strange satisfaction settling through your body.

When he eventually rolls over, quiet like he’s still recovering, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, an attempt to keep his love locked in. His hand cups your own, guiding you back into reality with a gentle squeeze.

The still buzzing vibrator is what you hear first, followed by the joint panting of your lungs. You move to grab it, hoping to hide the revelation in your eyes by glaring at him. Jeongguk is still too lost to care, face flushed a vibrant rouge.

“Turn this stupid thing off,” you mutter, legs still stuck, fused to the bed from the shock of your orgasm. Jeongguk snatches it up, waving it through the air as he turns it off, before giving it a fond kiss.

“Gross,” you comment, smacking his hard chest.

“No,” Jeongguk returns, dropping it. He plants a ginger kiss on your forehead. “I quite like it actually, we should order another one. Do you think they do vibrating panties?”

You hit him again, rolling over until your leg swings over his. He keeps looking at you like that, and it keeps clawing right through your heart. “You’re so sick and evil,” you say instead of the annoying comments that flutter in your delirious brain. You want to call him pretty, beautiful, perfect, maybe the best thing you’ve ever had. But you can’t let Jeongguk know he has all that power over you — not when already made you squirt and spat down your throat in one sitting. “Can you clean me up? I’m getting sticky.”

Jeongguk stills like he’s suddenly remembering what he just did, where he just came. And then you feel the rise of his chest, gaze flicking up to meet his. Bright and full of something akin to adoration, before he blinks it away.

“Give me a moment, I think I just saw God.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts x reader #bts smut #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #jungkook fanfic #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenario #bts fanfic #bts scenario #au: jock!jaykay

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tuiccim · 4 years ago

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Try a Little Tenderness

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1326

Warnings: A touch of angst, fluff, Smut, Fluffersmut

A/N: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles / Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Bucky! Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?” You rush to Bucky in the hallway outside your rooms. His entire outfit was caked in mud and blood, as were his boots. His face and hair were even streaked with it.

“Fine, doll. You should see the other guys.” Bucky quips without any real humor.

“Hydra?”

“Yeah. They tried to…” He trails off but you catch his drift. Thankfully, the brainwashing he had endured was gone and no combination of words will ever bring it back.

“It’s okay, Buck. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I know.” He says sadly.

You and Bucky had formed a friendship in the two months since he had joined the Avengers. You were always careful not to touch him often. You were very tactile and you wanted to respect his boundaries but something about the way he was holding himself made you feel like he needed something more right now. You take his hand and lead him to your room.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asks.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

In your bathroom, you fill the tub with hot water and pour in some foaming Epsom salts to help with any aches. Even though he always shrugs off any injury saying it’ll heal by tomorrow.

“Put your clothes in this and I’ll go throw them in the wash.” You hand Bucky a laundry basket. When you hear him getting in the tub, you grab the basket and head to the laundry room. You return to find him just laying in the tub exhausted. You sit on the ledge behind him and plant your feet on each side of him. He doesn’t protest when you comb your finger through his hair and rub the tight muscles in his shoulders and neck. He washes himself with the rag you hand him while you carefully wet his head with cupfulls of water. Gently, you shampoo his hair. It’s shorter than when he first arrived. Taking the cup again you are careful not to let any of the suds get into his eyes as you rinse his hair. You apply conditioner and carefully comb through any tangles before rinsing again.

Bucky’s hands lift to his face and a tell-tale sniff sounds. You had worked in silence not wanting to overwhelm him, but now you leaned around him to look into his eyes, “Bucky?” you ask quietly. When you see the red rimming his eyes, your heart breaks. “Did I hurt you?” you ask to be sure.

“No, doll. Not at all. I just… haven’t been touched much since… I mean Steve or Sam will pat me on the back or give the occasional hug, but everyone seems to avoid touching me. And when anyone does it’s never… like this. Never soft. It’s not…” Bucky falters.

“Tender?” You ask .

“Yeah.”

“Oh, Bucky. I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t think you liked being touched so I always gave you space. It wasn’t anything against you. I wanted to respect your boundaries. I’m so sorry.” As you say the words you slide into the tub facing Bucky, ignoring the water that splashed over the sides and the fact that you were still in a day dress. “I’m so sorry,” you say again as you wrap your arms around him and hug him to you. He clings to you, holding you tightly in his arms.

“It’s okay, doll.” Bucky murmurs against you. You stay like that for a while. Just holding onto each other but then Bucky chuckles a little and you look up at him. “You’re fully dressed in the bathtub.”

You giggle with him and reach for the buttons down the front of the dress.

“I didn’t mean... You don’t have to..” Bucky says nervously.

You smile and then lean in to kiss him. When your lips meet it’s soft and sweet, but with a heat behind it that neither of you can deny. “I want to,” you whisper and look for any apprehension in his expression but all you see there is adoration. You remove your dress and bra.

Bucky’s eyes travel over you and his breathing increases, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “Are you?”

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, doll. Really out of practice though.” He says nervously.

You kiss him again, twining your tongue with his as you allow your hands to roam over his body. He keeps his hands at your waist while kissing you back but, when you roll your hips against his growing erection, he slides his hands to your ass and presses you against him firmly. You moan into his mouth as you roll your hips again. You break the kiss and stand so you can remove your panties, the last barrier between your two bodies. Bucky’s hands assist you as you slide them down your legs and remove first one side and then the other. Bucky slides forward and his mouth connects with your apex drawing a gasp form you. His tongue darts out to lap at your clit and your breathing hitches, “Bucky!”

“So sweet, doll. So sweet and so wet.” He says as he presses a finger to your entrance. His tongue swirls around your clit as he slowly works his finger in and out of you. He’s gentle but firm and the coil in you tightens with each swipe of his tongue and stroke of his finger. He adds a second finger and you moan loudly at the sensation. You put one hand on the wall to steady yourself and the other you hold onto Bucky’s hair. He laves over your clit faster and more firmly, making your legs shake. It takes no time for you to fall over the edge and come riding his tongue and fingers.

When you look down at him, he seems a bit surprised but awfully pleased with himself. It makes you smile as you lower yourself down again, “You don’t seem so out of practice to me.”

“Some things are like riding a bike, I guess.” Bucky grins and then leans in to capture your mouth. His erection is pressed against your mound and you tease him by sliding it up and down your slit but not allowing him to press home. He’s groaning and bucking up gently into you. Finally, with a growl, he grabs your head, presses your forehead against his as he stares into your eyes, and wraps his other arm firmly around you before guiding you down onto his cock. His entry is gentle as he stretches you and gives you time to adjust to his size. He’s big and pleasure rolls through you with each inch that sinks in. When you are fully seated, he whispers, “You okay?”

“Yes. God, yes, you feel so good inside me, Bucky.” You can’t resist rolling your hips and Bucky moans at the sensation. You stay like that, staring into each other as you softly roll your hips, allowing Bucky to reacquaint himself with the feeling.

“You’re perfect.” Bucky whispers against your lips. “Wanted you so much, Doll.” His hand slips between you and rolls over your clit as the arm around your waist encourages your movements. The coil in you tightens as he works over your swollen nub. His lips chart a fiery trail down the side of your neck until he rests them against your shoulder. He lays a gentle kiss on your clavicle and the tenderness of it shatters you. The coil in you breaks apart and you clench around him . “That’s it, doll, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Bucky whispers as he thrust up into you through his own release. You lay on him, catching your breath and laying gentle kisses on his skin.

“The water’s getting cold, love.” You say quietly.

“Can… can I stay with you tonight?” Bucky asks haltingly.

“Any night. Every night.” Your heart glows as he smiles at you.

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