#idk I thought it might be sweet—if it’s ok—

[finniestoncrane]

For the 3k event here to snitch on YJ Eddie wanted dead for mishandling goods. Idk if that's taken I'm nervous and idk why I'm stressing out about it :')))

YJ!Riddler x Fem!Reader, ficlet a/n: no need to be stressed ever it's all FUN!! and speaking of, this was delightful to write, i love a nervous man with a palm full of tit lmao main event post • event masterlist • tag: finnie3k • main masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: breast play, nipple teasing, very shy eddie getting to grips with a pair of tits my beloved tbh, premature ejaculation, moaning, groaning, whimpering ALL THE GOOD STUFF

Eddie's hands hovered over your skin, not quite touching, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you however. It was just flesh. Skin, fat, muscle, nothing different to any other part of any other human body. But somehow it still was. It was yours. Those were your breasts. A part of you he'd only dreamed of seeing before, now you were exposed in front of him, offering him the chance to touch you. It was all too much.

"You can touch them, Eddie. Promise, it's ok. I want you to."

"Uh... Th-thank you. But. Maybe. Maybe silence would help. If you say things like that, that you want me to... Ah... I just..."

You understood. He was already flustered, already drooling and sweating. Maybe a little bit of sweet talk would push him over the edge into a fainting spell. But he had to move a little bit faster. This was tortuous, waiting for him to finally make his move. The teasing, the way he was so close and yet so far, was driving you mad. For the last ten minutes you'd been standing with your thighs pressed together, desperate for him to just grab you. If you waited any longer...

Taking control, you grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to you, palm coasting over your erect nipple, fingers immediately settling against the curve of them against your chest, his breath caught in his throat in a complete panic. And when he finally found his words, he stammered over them.

"N-now what?"

"Now you can do whatever you want, Eddie."

He whimpered, his whole body shuddering with an exhale that was clearly him trying to calm his nerves and concentrate on the task, quite literally, at hand.

"Well, I've never... do I just...?"

You took his chin in your own palm, directing his gaze to yours.

"Eddie, seriously. You can do whatever you want. I'm yours."

"Oh..."

His voice trailed off into a groan that rumbled through his slender torso. He was still unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, but maybe you weren't all that bothered about that. Maybe, he thought, you were really just happy for him to play with you, however felt natural to him.

At first, he grabbed at you, his hands on your chest, gripping whatever of you he could collect. He squeezed, jiggled, cupped and pushed against your breasts, moaning under his rbeath the entire time. And then he let his thumb flit ovr your nipples, hard already, but stiffening at the attention he gave them. The way you reacted to the touch enticed him, and soon he was flicking them with both fingers, watching you bite your lip, collecting saliva in his mouth as he drooled at the idea of how you might taste.

And before he knew it, he was teasing them between his thumb and finger, pulling them out, watching how you hissed and cooed with each pull, each release of tension.

"God, Eddie, that feels so good... Just like that... little bit harder... fuck... you're good... Ah!"

You let out a squeal in response to the pain, the tight pinch of his fingers against your sensitive nipples, moaning in relief when he released them with a gasp.

"Oh! Oh... Oh, oh... oh no... Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no, I am so sorry, I..."

He lifted his hands away, trying to cover himself, an evident stain forming at the front of his pants. It had you blushing, to think a little bit of praise, a minute or two with your bare chest, and you could have him spilling all over himself. Flattering, really, and very adorable.

"Don't be sorry, Eddie."

"I am though! For... for that, for embarrassing myself. And for hurting you."

"Oh! Don't be silly! I liked it, Eddie. I like the pain, it feels sweet. Good."

"Wow."

"And your fingers are perfect for it. You're perfect."

His eyes seemed to dilate, vision unfocusing as he took a seat, needing a moment to calm his nerves before he lost all composure.

[nrc-blindprophet]

[Tiresias was so, so lucky he had foresight.]

[He is not afraid, he knows how he needs to act and what he needs to do.]

[He calmly melts the ice from the frozen students using just a bit of fire magic, enough so that it doesn’t hurt them. Once he’s released as many people as he can, he calmly approaches Janus.]

[Taking a deep breath, he sings:]

“I have crossed the horizon to find you…”

For the past weeks, he's been subjected to interviews and rumors, no longer was he able to enjoy a peaceful day without being asked about his gloves or his scar, or worse: his relationships with certain people.

He was tired. So, so, tired.

Janus was simply in the Headmage's office, reporting yet another case of not being able to have a peaceful moment. Crowley was dismissive, barely paying any heed to his distressed student when he felt it, a sharp pain in his face. Blood poured from his scar as ice broke from his skin and covered his cheek, neck, and arm.

He screamed, loud enough to be heard from all over the school. Janus collapsed and held his head as darkness consumed him. In place of the beautiful boy was a creature with ice protruding from many body parts.

Ice spread across the floor under him, reaching rapidly to the walls and the other floors. Crowley was the first to be frozen, then the students near the Headmage's office.

The Overblotted form quickly fled, ice spreading wherever he ran. A white dress stained with black trailed behind him, a diadem made of black ice crowned his lengthened white hair.

The first people targeted in the school were the ones who tended to spread his rumors, freezing them in a casing of ice. He created a scepter and made a giant leopard created from frost and icy winds as the phantom hovering behind him whispered promises of power to ensure he could effectively rest.

Alarm quickly spread through the school of an Overblot, if the ice that chased students and froze anyone who got too close to it was any indication.

( @monomia-the-cursed , @rookonthehunt , @nrc-blindprophet , @nine-lives-lynx , @inotonline , others not tagged are free to join too!)

[britneyshakespeare]

you: nicholas alexander chavez, the actor from ryan murphy's recent work

me, a mama's girl and daytime tv viewer:

[nomaishuttle]

exciting day so far

[dvanaestmrva]

ya ever just consider burgling but like not for the money but to snoop through ppls lives

[tealfruit]

it's really fuckin weird being, I guess, Good At Dealing With Grief while being around people who are just absolutely brokenhearted and wrecked. and having to be like Well Guess I'll Just Get Busy On The Business Stuff.

[kisakunt]

ODE TO THE V CARD!

description... losing virginity! taking the v card! getting laid!

warnings… honestly not many. just sex pretty vanilla

word from the writer… the gets killed is mid idk it’s not my best work but i tried ok guys

KILLERS

“aw, look at you,” his hands knead at your breasts, head dipping down to press a coy kiss to the side of your lips. “so sensitive.” you shudder at the contact, whine passing from your lips when he rocks his hips against you. “gonna make you feel good, yeah baby?” he loves you like this, so confused and needy under him, pure and vulnerable and so okay with him ruining you. his thumb hooks along the curve of your waist, tracing the outline of your bare skin under him before resting on your clit, grin widening at the garble that leaves you.

“no one’s ever touched you here, yeah?” you think, by default, this makes you his. as if that would ever be a question to begin with. “no one’s ever made you feel like this?” his finger moves— not in the small circles you’ve heard about, but up and down, pressing just hard enough without alleviating the pressure. it’s dizzying, the way his callouses shift over your bud, his breath shallow but composed.

“you want more, doll?” you nod— scared, helpless, desperate. it’s a mess— hands reaching over for lube to make the experience easier for you (though you think, honestly, you might be wet enough as is), an anxious laugh bubbling at your lips while you pull your legs back in an almost birthing position. it’s real, intimate and deep between the two of you, authentic and honest and nothing like the porn you’d watch late at night thinking about him.

and when he finally does it— when he slowly inches himself in between your folds, rubbing your clit with the tip of his dick, teasing you, right before slowly breaking at your walls, it hurts.

he doesn’t bottom out immediately. even when he’s cruel, he’s nicer than that. he takes his time filling you up, before he develops a slow rhythm that makes you squirm.

“that okay?” it’s not as sweet as you’d intend it to be, selfishness laced inside the question. you nod pathetically, hair laid out under you and eyes hazy.

“good.” then, without a second thought, he’s really fucking you. and you can’t do anything but lay there, legs loosely around his waist, and take it.

MEGUMI, GOJO, TOJI, CHOSO

GETS FUCKING KILLED

he didn’t know what to expect. maybe some flare of passion; ripping clothes off, declaring love, crying even.

he didn’t think it’d be you; down on your knees, one hand at the base of his cock, your lips suctioned on the rest with your tongue swirling over the tip. he didn’t think he’d be breathy, moaning, desperate before even trying pussy.

you don’t let him cum. you do a good enough job, pulling back with a pop, and then you give him a little lopsided grin. you trace your fingers over him, swirling up the last of the precum.

“so,” you’re standing up now, leaning over him and licking your fingers. you make a show out of it, he can’t help but wonder how insanely experienced you are compared to him. “you wanna fuck me or what?”

he won’t be too eager. he knows he’s already about to make a big fool of himself, so he can’t make an ass of him too. he nods, diligently, thoughtfully, and wonders how you’ll take him.

he expects maybe for you to ride him, but you lay on your back and rest your hands under your thighs, ready to pull them up whenever.

“you gotta learn sometime. get to it!” he’s nervous. his hands rest right next to your hips, one of them raised trying to figure out exactly how to get inside. you laugh and he feels his world crumbling.

“here,” you grab his cock, lining the tip up with your hole, hand massaging it gently as you do. “there you go, baby. you got it.”

when he starts, it’s too sloppy. his hips stutter, they can’t find a proper rhythm, but then you tell him how. you boss him, telling him how fast to go, where to angle, how to hit. it’s more of a tutoring session than sex maybe, but then he does something that makes you gasp and he’s obsessed.

“yeah, yeah, harder. no— don’t speed up, i said harder.” he listens to your every word, and the sound of your wet, and the sound of his breaths, and he can tell he’s going to cum all to quick.

“fuck, sorry. fuck! sorry!” it couldn’t have been more than five minutes, honestly. but you bring your hand to his face and pull him down to you after he cums, kissing him soft and sweet.

“lot of potential there, mister.” you swipe your thumb under his eye and he squints. oh. he guesses there was crying involved.

SUKUNA, GETO, NANAMI, YUJI

[glitchdollmemoria]

patrick i need to hold my boyfriend gently in my lap and let him curl up against my chest and then i need to give her a kiss on the head and then another and another and another and another and i need to make sure she knows i love her. does she know. like yeah i think she knows but does she know. i feel like i might go a little crazy. does she know how much i love her. this post brought to you by me making myself sad about what i do know and worried about what i dont know and being the type of bf who has in intrinsic need to pamper and spoil my partner and be as protective as i can healthily be. and yes i know it can take care of itself, it prides itself on giving shitheads a tongue lashing, but it shouldnt have to :( babygirl please let me scare the shit out of anyone who tries to be even the slightest bit mean to you :( its enrichment :( and so is cuddling you and making sure you have a safe place to relax and let your walls down :((( guys the melatonin isnt working im sorry for being a combination guard dog therapy dog partner i would not be acting like this if i werent a chronic insomniac i swear guys i promise i sweaaaaar (my fingers are crosses behind my back) i promise. please believe me

[artdcnaldson]

You asked for blurb ideas & that thought here got stuck in my mind since this morning 🌞

Tennis Reader “thanking” Art after their training session in the locker rooms. ;)

Reader sneaks in men’s locker room after training together till evening, surprising (Stanford) Art under the shower + asking for some steamy extra cardio. 👀

And eventually Patrick walks in. Idk abt that but whatever you write is amazing, in every trope 🫶🏻

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (hj, fingering, p in v), throuple dynamics (+1)

A/N: Ok I’m sorry I know you said Stanford but 2019 era Art is ALLLL I can think about 🩷 forgive me for my transgressions pls

Tashi had set the whole thing up, holding his hand through it. Because Tashi and Patrick were off globetrotting for the tour— France, if he remembered correctly. Tashi just wanted to make sure he was taken care of, that his needs were being met. In his career… and otherwise.

You were a player out of… USC? He thought that sounded right. Recently graduated, doing well in the pros, already highly ranked with an excellent record. The perfect first player for Art Donaldson to coach.

She set up the entire thing, met with you to get things organized, and penciled training into his calendar with a tiny note.

Have fun without us -T

You were doing such a good job, even unwittingly— putting on the sweetest little show for him. When you’d miss a serve or a ball went out of bounds, you’d do a peppy little jog then bend over to grab it, completely unaware of the effect it might have had on him.

“I need to see how you play,” he had said as you dropped your bag on the side of the court. You smiled and nodded, and took to the opposite side of the net.

He beat you embarrassingly easily the first set. Sweat was beading on your forehead as you met him at the benches between courts and guzzled down water. When you finally came up for air, a little trail of water went from your plush bottom lip and down your chin.

He watched you lick the moisture from your lips, then wipe at the rest with the back of your hand. He swallowed hard.

“Do you want my advice?” He scratched at the back of his neck as you peered up at him expectantly. “You need to loosen up, you’re too tense.”

Your eyes widened at his direction, but you nodded. “Yeah, okay, Mr. Donaldson.” You drank down another gulp, then jogged back to the other side of the court, eager to please.

He watched you bend over, retrieving a couple of balls that you’d hit into the net, flashing tiny white spandex beneath your tennis skirt.

Jesus Christ, Tashi was evil.

By the afternoon, sweat dripped down your arms, along the line of your throat, dampened the baby hairs framing your face and the back of your neck, tacking them down to sticky skin.

“Why don’t we head to the locker rooms inside, then we can meet upstairs and go through a training plan.”

You smiled, looking so sweet and eager. “Okay.”

He was grateful for the shower— molten against aching, underused muscles. He hadn’t exactly just given up on everything after retiring, but his muscles weren’t being used the way they were used to— the constant strenuous training.

He closed his eyes, letting the spray hit his face and soak into his skin.

He heard a squeak and jumped, eyes flying open to the sight of you naked underneath one of the other shower heads, quickly adjusting the spray from ice cold to steaming hot.

“Turned it to cold on accident,” you said over your shoulder. “Women’s locker rooms are under maintenance. You don’t mind, right?”

He turned, cheeks burning pink as he tried his best to play it cool— act like he wasn’t checking you out. “No, uh, it’s fine.”

Were you in on it with Tashi? It certainly felt like it as he watched you lathering your body up with soap, maybe focusing too much attention to your tits.

You glanced over, caught him looking, and smiled. He turned away quickly with his pulse thrumming in his throat.

Fuck. He was already hard. It wasn’t exactly a surprise— he’d been half-hard just at the sight of you in that fucking outfit on the court.

He heard you laugh and looked back at you. You were looking right at him, amusement evident in your expression. “She said you’d be easy, but, Jesus, I thought you’d put up more of a fight.” 

You shut off the water of your shower and made your way over. Water dripped from your body, rolling down your skin in delicate rivulets. You stopped in front of him and ran a hand down his chest, making him shiver.

“Tashi told you?” His words trailed off into a groan as your hands moved between his legs, stroking the length of him in your delicate grasp.

“She told me to say thank you after every lesson,” you said. With each step forward you made, he took a step back, until you had him pinned against the cold tile. He moaned as your thumb ran over the tip of his cock, and you smile sweetly. “She showed me exactly how I should do it.”

“Showed you?”

You sped your hand up, twisting slightly with each tug upwards. “Mhmm. On Patrick. She went first, then I showed her what I learned.” You laughed softly, lips brushing along his jaw. “I’m a very fast learner. Patrick was very impressed.”

Fuck, he was going to get back at Tashi for not letting him be there for that. The mental image was enough to make his cock pulse in your grip. Maybe he’d just have you recreate it for him the second Tashi and Patrick came home.

Your lips brushed along the like of his jaw as you continued to jerk him off, your hand slick and tight and relentless. Just like Tashi’s would be. God, you really were a fast learner.

It would certainly make being your coach a lot easier.

“Art,” you hummed, breath hot against his ear. He nodded wordlessly, almost afraid that if he spoke, he’d wake up from a fugue state to find out that he’d just imagined it all and was mid-jerk off session.

Your lips moved against his throat, nipping gently at the expanse of soft skin. He tasted like sweat and tap water. Your words came out as a whisper, “You can fuck me now.”

He laughed shakily, flushed red down to his chest. “Now? You don’t want me to go down on you, or—“

He was cut off when you grabbed his hand and moved it between your legs. Dripping wet, silky soft, absolutely aching for him.

You moaned softly, leaning fully onto him for support as he rubbed at your clit. “T-Tashi—“ You stammered, losing that seductive bravado you’d walked in with. “Told me I should make you work for it. But, fuck—”

Art laughed softly. “You’re too needy.”

“Do you know how fucking sexy you sound when you play tennis?” You whined, breath going shaky as he pushed a finger inside of your aching cunt. “Halfway through the second set, I— god— I considered dropping the pretense and fucking you right on the— on the court.”

Tashi wouldn’t have that. When she came home, she’d clock that impatience train it out of you. She’d make you sit and watch, get so desperate you’d beg and cry for it. She had to do it to Patrick before— she would know just how to get you to the point she needed you at.

The tennis would be up to Art.

You were so wet, clenching around his finger, craving more. What the fuck would be the point in denying either of you any longer?

You whined when he moved his hand from you, but he wasn’t going to keep you waiting. He pinned you against the cold tile wall, lifting you up to where he needed. You smiled at him,wrapping your legs around his waist, coaxing him closer.

A shiver ran through you as his cock brushed over your folds— so close to where you needed him. His tip notched against your entrance and he pressed into you slowly, relishing in the way you held your breath, in the way your body opened up for him so eagerly.

He pressed his forehead against yours when he bottomed out, and you panted as you adjusted to him.

You were impatient. So fucking impatient. You rocked your hips against him, begging wordlessly for more. He leaned in, kissing you slowly.

“Art,” you gasped, pulling away from the kiss as he fucked into you, slow and deep. “Patrick told me that I should tell you that you’re supposed to fuck me, not make love to me.”

Of fucking course he did. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded, somehow looking so sweet split open on his cock. His hips met yours in a particularly harsh thrust and you cried out in surprise. You moaned so seeetly, your lips turned up in a smug grin. It was exactly what you wanted.

Your back slid against the slick tile wall as he drove into you again and again and again. Your cunt was so warm, and tight, and so fucking wet if squelched obscenely with each thrust.

Wet kisses were peppered along his jaw and throat along with soft murmured thank yous and praise.

“You’re so deep, Art,” you moaned into his ear. “Feels so good. Thank you, thank you.”

It had been a week since Tashi and Patrick were home. A week of having to find satisfaction with Patrick’s fucking lewd Snapchat videos and his hand.

And here you were— a sweet, tight, Tashi-approved plaything. Your manicured nails rubbing at your clit, your pussy clamping around his cock as you drew closer and closer to the edge.

What better foreplay was there than tennis?

You came first, which was a fucking Godsend. He had no doubt Tashi would’ve flayed him if she found out that he couldn’t even manage to get his new toy off before he did. Loud— not caring if anyone heard.

Tashi would train that out of you too, lest you get them banned from every fucking country club in the state. Or a TMZ article whispering about a tawdry affair.

He shut you up with a hungry, searing kiss. Tongue moving against yours, muffling your cries. He came buried as deep as he could possibly get, with his tongue shoved down your throat and his grip bruising your soft thighs.

The water had gone icy when you both detached from each other, finally taking the actual shower you needed. You happily shared a shower head since you’d wasted enough water as is.

You redressed, tied up your wet hair, and sat on a bench, tapping away at your phone while he did his best to look presentable, and not like he’d just fucked the athlete he was supposed to be coaching.

“Tashi and Patrick say hi,” you said casually, offering a killer smile.

Maybe retirement wasn’t that bad.

NEED to be the toxic triplets’ little plaything im clawing at the padded walls of my enclosure

Anywayssss feel free to send more blurb reqs 🩷

[ilovewomenfr]

just take your shit and go

click before reading

ex!abby, bottom!reader

men dni!!!! NSFW

cw: pretty vanilla, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), praise kink, make up sex, idk what else

a/n: yall i thought i would be done this on tuesday. ive been so busy this week w work and life ive barely had time to write. this one’s a bit short but i had to get this idea down. i might improve it some time in the future. not proofreading and i kind of dont like it but thats ok. also requests are open as always. AND THANK YOU FOR SM SUPPORT ON YOU ARE SUCH A NERD! I GENUINELY WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. xx.

you and your ex broke up two weeks ago, a huge fight blew up between the two of you which is why abby is at the door of your apartment, backpack slung over her shoulder, to collect the rest of her things. when you answer the door, you see abby’s gaze rake over your body.

“seriously abs?” you scoff at her, looking down at your abby’s baggy t-shirt, “do i get my shirt back?” she asks as she rolls her eyes at you, gesturing to the band tee. “oh. uh. yeah. i guess” you respond in a quiet tone.

“do you want a drink or something?” you offer and abby shakes her head, her blonde braid moving along with. the braid she would only take out at home when she was with you. the braid you used to tug on when she was drunk off your pussy to see her half-lidded blue eyes. you lick your bottom lip at the thought before shaking it away.

“are you gonna let me come in?” abby asks in a slightly annoyed tone. you get out of the doorway and allow her to come into the apartment. “most of your stuff is on the couch,” you mumble as you point over to the piles of things you threw onto the couch in a blind rage the night she left.

“aw how sweet of you to put everything on the couch for me.” abby says sarcastically, resulting in an eye roll from you. “just take your shit and go.” you grab a couple boxes and put them on the coffee table. you watch as she starts packing away her clothes into the boxes, standing awkwardly. “so this is it then?” you ask,

“what do you mean?”

“all it took was a fight.”

abby walks over to you, crossing her arms and resting her weight on her hip, “you were the one who told me to get out and never talk to you again, if i remember correctly.”

“because i was mad. i didnt actually expect you to go.” you look up to her eyes, trying to find any trace of resentment, but you find none. instead you still find love, “why are you looking at me like that?” she puts her hands on your waist, instinctively your own arms wrap around her neck. “im not looking at you like anything.”

“you are.” you play with her braid, “you’re looking at me like you still care.” she leans in and kisses you, catching you by surprise. the kiss is full of longing and desire. the way she holds you makes you feel as though a fire is stirring within you. she pulls away and sighs, walking back to the couch and sitting down.

“youre so confusing. i mean you tell me to go then dont want me to go? then you dont even text me for two weeks and when you finally do its because you want my stuff out of the apartment.” you nod, knowing you’re in the wrong here. “but i still care about you y/n.” abby leans back on the couch, practically beckoning you to come and sit on her lap.

you make your way over to the couch, sitting in silence as the both of you look at each other, tension growing in the air. “im sorry. i shouldn’t have told you to go.” you apologize, breaking the silence. “i shouldn’t have left.” her voice is softer than before, her hand find its way to your knee and her thumb brushes soothingly along your skin. the apology hangs over the two of you, and once again your eyes meet. abby’s eyes have a look of desire in them, one you know all too well. that’s all it takes for you to climb over and straddle her.

her hands find your hips immediately, “i’ve missed you, ya know.” you say gently, “prove it.” your hands hold her face and you kiss her again, sensually and slowly. abby’s hands run up your back to your hair trying to deepen the kiss. you part you lips and your tongue meets hers. you almost moan at the familiar taste, but you pull away instead, “does that prove it?” she lowers you onto the couch so you’re below her, “haven’t proved it quite yet.” she murmurs as she captures your lips once more. her hands slide up under your shirt as your tongues dance together, palming and squeezing your breasts, the simple action resulting in arousal shooting down to your core. she captures your moans with her mouth, before planting kisses down your neck, suckling the sweet skin.

moments later both your clothes are on the floor as abby kisses your inner thighs, “abs please” you beg, “i need you.” she looks up at you, “mm look at you begging for me, so needy, huh?” she goes back to sucking and kissing your thighs and you push her head towards your soaked pussy, “abbyyyy please.” you beg, “hm? what do you need pretty girl? need me to eat your pussy?” she nudges your clit with her nose eliciting a needy whine from you. “fuck, just eat me out already! please!” your begs are desperate now, your aching cunt waiting for attention. she pulls your legs over her shoulders and laps your slick, the sensation drawing a shiver from you. your hands clutch her hair as she begins sucking your clit, “fuck abby yeah” the moan is involuntary and in response you feel the vibration of her own.

youre a complete mess under her by the time the knot in your stomach snaps, your release dripping out of you pussy and onto your thighs. abby just keeps going, lewd sounds leaving you and echoing around your living room. she slips her fingers into you and curls them, your back arches as she repeatedly hits your g-spot, “so fuckin pretty when you’re falling apart baby” she murmurs softly. she uses her thumb on your clit and it’s like you’re on top of the world, your cries are becoming pornographic at this point and it’s just egging her on, “yeah, you like my fingers filling you dont you?” she nips your hip, “mmhh yeahhh. fuck baby ‘m gonna cum!” she keeps hitting your g-spot and the pressure building up inside of you reaches its peak, you feel your legs shaking as you cum on her fingers, “youre doing so good for me baby.” she lets you ride out your high on her before sliding her fingers out, “fuck i missed you so much abby” you say, she kisses you, “i missed you too”

tags: @jamiesturniolo

[chloe6994]

Hi,

Can you make headcanons of the women from Arcane (more specifically Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika and Jinx) X Reader shorter than them? Like, Reader's face being at their chest level.

Yea I got it

(Vi, Caitlyn, mel, sevika and jinx) x shorter reader

Vi:

Vi abuses the power of being taller than you, she will pin you to a wall and tower over you. She often showed it off in a very protective way. For example if a guy in zaun is flirting with you she will step in front shielding you.

With Vi there is almost no situation where you get to be dom unless your in bed on her lap and she has not been feeling great. And tho Vi will never admit it she loves laying in your arms when she is struggling to hold it together.

She is also a mayjor tease and calls you shortcake. “Why do you always call me short cake?” you would ask, Vi would simply chuckle and then say somethings like “well isn’t it obvious, your short… and sweet like cake. In both ways” she would say smirking with a wink. Vi also loves to kiss your forehead so her height makes that really easy.

and also Vi 100% hugs from behind, pulling you back into her chest and when you look up at her she would peck your lips with a wide grin.

Caitlyn:

Caitlyn is the kind of partner who will not boast and tease about being taller but that doesn’t mean she won’t use it to her advantage. She will always use it when she is being more commanding, if you are arguing she will always go right up close to you towering over you.

Caitlyn is a little bit of a switch, she will not be opposed to being bottom. She really only lets you be dom when you are straddling her in bed or on the couch. She likes being taller and more dom because it makes her feel in control unlike everything else in her life.

Something she enjoys is hugging you from behind and resting her head in the crook of your neck. One night Caitlyn might come back from work tired and find you cooking. She will slowly walk up to you saying nothing but just hugging you resting her head into your neck. “You ok Cait?” you might ask and she just nods and stays there for a while.

Mel:

Mel never really thought much of height defining the top and bottom of a relationship. She finds it quite cute when you are being dom even when your shorter.

Because Mel doesn’t care much for being top or bottom it will constantly be changing between you two.

She often likes dancing with you holding you close and resting her chin on your head swaying softly. “I miss things like this when I'm at council meetings.” she would say, you would just smile and go on your tipitoes to kiss her.

Sevika:

idk what to write for her 😭😭

Jinx:

Because jinx is typically shorter than everyone she loves being taller than you, she will constantly tease you about it but always says sorry if she seriously makes you sad holding you tightly in a hug.

Jinx and your relationship won’t really have top bottom dynamics, but whenever it did jinx was almost always top.

Jinx loves giving you the biggest hugs. Pulling your face into her chest (😏 I see you) and holding you there saying stuff like “your the perfect height for hugs.” and would stay there forever if she could.

[blubunz]

YAP SESSION 3

— RE chars in general x gn! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: Sex. Just casual stuff nothing crazy. RE characters includes: Leon , Carlos, Ashley, Jill, Chris, Ada, Luis. Claire is mentioned but I don't write anything horny abt her.

A/N: I have a hunch I'm actually gonna be sick un,, not feeling so great. This is just what j think if it's based on normal stuff like no fucked up messed up situations whatever, just casual lovers making love and what they like.

Consensual.

Ok now that's out of the way, I have some preference in minds, obvi they're purely just my opinions.

Leon is like, the guy who swings with whatever you want. Rough? Yeah. He'll go feral. Gentle? Ok. He'll be so sweet, even moan for you I'd you want to hear them, in which most of the readers in my fic would love. Most of the time it's just you, you, you. Him asking you what you want. Princess treatment or absolutely feral, he doesn't have one in mind, he's just on board with whatever you want and if you don't say anything, he'll ask you what you want anyway while kissing your cheeks so sweetly.

Carlos,, grhfrgrhgrh, he's so bite-able. I think he's the soft type. Like, he can be rough, but most times, he chooses not to if you don't specify anything. He absolutely loves seeing you just getting satisfied and happy, so yes, he'd go rough if that's what you want, just not without you saying. Even when you did something bad, or if you hit him when youre on top, he'd just melt and cradle you in his arms, kissing you, and you two would have some cuddle-fuck session. In my mind, Carlos is very emotional and sentimental in his love life. I can ramble on about the same thing over and over, how he's an absolute king in showering you with too much affection.

Slapping? You're into that, but Carlos is scared of hurting you. Bondage? He doesn't want to see ropes burn into your skin, the only thing should be on your body are his marks and hickies.

So anyways, his biggest turn-on is seeing you getting so, so satisfied. This might make him indulge in overstimulation however, he keeps making you cum and seeing your brain melting after each orgasm. That's right, you don't have to think, just be happy of what Carlos is giving you — pure love and affection.

I don't get much thoughts fron other characters in a sexual way, but I'll think about it like rn. Both Leon and Carlos are hot to me so obvi they're like,, um, long, and,, the first ones I write about.

I think Ashley would be some vanilla stuff, and if you two both try to go into some kinky stuff, things just gets awkward because both of you never really know how to do it professionally, and then you two would just laugh and watch a movie.

Jill is like,, ohmygod,, she's so ourhrorhrirug. The Jill in my mind is like, into the casual stuff, but she prefers handling you as well. She mainly wants to see every once of your reaction so mind you usually sex with Jill will never be a quickie, she doesn't do it slow, but rather she just does a lot of things to finally let you go.

For Claire. No, idk, I never think of her in that way and when i think about it now,nothing comes to mind. I love her character! I just don't associate her with these horny stuff so no.

Chris, big beef guy, I like him too! I think he'd enjoy handling you like Jill. Ok, so he's be like, usually, dominant and rough, hed praise you though, but hes very rough, and he enjoys using his strength to let you know who's in charge. but like, you can put him down no matter how strong you are. One word, one pleading look and you got him all soften up and asking you if you needed anything. Usually, he's never the one to initiate too, he respects you and only fucks you when you want to. If he's horny and you're not then he's holding it in, not even letting you know. If he's not and you are, then, obviously he has the need to satisfy you in every way he could.

Ada is like, I think with how she is in the games, she'd know what you're into by now. You're an open book to her and she can read you. You didn't even have to ask, it's like she knows. It creeps you out honestly, sometimes, at how every time she knows what you need. Maybe she keeps track every month? She knows your kinks too, and when you talk to her, she's like,, "I know,," sometimes she surprises you during sex, turning the usual sex into one imof your kinks. She enjoys seeing you surprised following with the high amount of pleasure that follows suit.

Luis. A bottom.

[caotictimmy]

can you do an anya x female reader where the reader comforts her and they steal a sweetener packet to share

A non acually kiss me. Jk.. or am I? But I love this idea so fucking much. Idk if you wanted pre crash or post crash but I’m gonna do post crash.

But thank you for your request anonnie 💋💋💋💋

Content arting : Period talk for like a sentence

Anya has been acting different.. Everyone has after the crash. But you suspected something was just wrong. So when everyone was busy doing something. You decided to scout her out to figure what was wrong and help!

You were walking the halls to the medical. Before you heard something. The soft sounds of sobbing. You immediately thought to Anya. When you turned the corner. You saw her sitting by the closed medical door, knees to her chest, face in her hands. Sobbing uncontrollably. “Anya! What’s wrong?”, you quickly rushed to her side. She looked up from her hands, looking a bit embarrassed that she got caught crying.

“I-I..I’m sorry you shouldn’t see me like this”, she hiccuped out, through the tears still streaming down her rose tinted cheeks. “Hey! Hey! It’s ok, you can tell me what’s wrong Anya.” You whispered in a calm way, trying to make her feel better. She put her face back in her hands. “J-Ji-Jimmy get’s so mad when he has to f-feed curly-“ she said stuttering through the sentence. Trying to catch her breath. “His-his p-p-pills.” She sobbed harder mentioning the pills. “I can’t take his sounds of agony!” She looked up at you through her tear stricken eyes. “God his sounds. His awful sounds! It’s like they haunt every time I’m conscious!” Anya continued.

“Anya. I’ll start giving him his pills. I don’t need our wonderful nurse stressing anymore.” You said, trying to light the mood up. Which seemed to work as her frown turned into a small smile. “Y-you’d really do that for me, what about jimmy-“. You cut her off, “I’ll start worrying about jimmy when he pulls that big stick out of his ass. Just worry about yourself.” Anya giggled a bit when you mentioned Jimmy’s large ego. “Are you sure you’re okay with giving Curly his pain killers.” She asked warily. “I’m more than 100% positive.” You said. Giving her a confident grin. Which made Anya let out her own sweet smile.

“Now come on, I know exactly what to cheer you up.” You said. Grabbing her hand, pulling her up with you. Before dragging her to the kitchen. Anya gave you a confused look. But she still followed. You bring her to where you could get the packets of different substances. But most importantly. Sweetener. “Why are we by the packet maker. Isn’t only the captain only able to use it?” Anya asked, her look of confusion still evident on her face. Her eyes still glazed over from crying. “Anya would you like to see a magic trick?” You said with a cheeky grin.

“Uh..sure” she said with an awkward, but intrigued smile. You turn back to the packet maker. You start to rapidly push all the buttons at once, until the junky machine let out aloud beep. Anya let out an audible gasp when she heard the beep. She then proceeds to watch you put the code in for the sweetener. Even more to her surprise. It starts making the sweetener. “How.. how did you do that? Wait how did you even figure that out?” She said with amazement. The sadness laced completely gone by now. “All I have to say is never get in-between me when I’m having my period sugar cravings.” You laughed. Smirking wider as she let out her own laugh. You then looked back to the machine sweetener packet was done.

“Where do you decided where we share this together m’lady”. You teasingly say. Jokingly doing a curtsy in front of Anya. “How about outside the medical.” She said, snorting at your silly action. “What ever m’lady wants!” You said. Linking your arms together as you walk back to the medical. Things might be chaos on the tulpar, but these sweet moments made everything a bit better.

[strvberymin]

get the memo - r.c drabble

an; don't ask me what this is ok idk just go with it

warnings; scary man follows reader

There is nothing more inviting for a man than locking eyes with him for a split second. Unfortunately, you learned that the hard way. While you were looking around the room trying to spot your best friend Rafe, your eyes locked with a guy you've never seen before (or maybe you had, you weren't really paying attention to anyone else but Rafe).

As it turns out, in a man's brain that fleeting eye contact means you want him. So he slowly, but surely makes his way to you. You try not to look when you feel him close to you and you try to move through the crowd speedily.

You try to ignore the way his slimy hand makes an effort or two to grab onto yours and you try to ignore the way he's trying to grab your attention with even more slimy pet names.

You may be panicking.

You've dealt with people like him before enough times to know a simple no thank you or not interested, won't cut it.

You're definitely panicking.

You finally spot Rafe in the back of the crowded room, standing with a beer in his hand, chatting with some people. He's standing there looking perfect in his white button-down and his light-wash jeans and for a second you almost forget what you were running from in the first place.

A slimy hand on your shoulder reminds you.

"Slow down sweet thing," you hear a chuckle and his voice, along with its condescending tone sends you over the edge.

You make a beeline for Rafe.

It's safe to say he's startled when your hand grabs his shirt tightly, pulling him on you. "Hey I've been-"

"Kiss me." You say absent-mindedly, cutting him off.

"What?" He's shocked, his beer still in his right hand. He brings his left hand up, cupping yours that was still stiffly holding onto his neatly ironed linen shirt.

You peek over your shoulder to check if the guy is still hot on your steps and you find that he is. Because after all, Rafe might as well be your cousin. It's not in man's nature to take a hint.

"Kiss me." You say more desperately this time.

"Yn what's w-"

You don't allow him to continue his sentence and waste more time. Rafe is quick to follow when you yank him forward by his shirt, crashing your lips to his. If he was shocked he was hiding it well because he wastes no second, cupping your cheek with his free hand and pulling you closer.

You melt into the kiss and forget the reason you asked for it in the first place when he deepens it. His hand travels from your cheek to your neck and down to your waist, holding you closely, pressing you against him. Your hand drops from his shirt and finds the belt loop of his jeans, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

Rafe is the first to pull away and you find yourself chasing after him for a split second. His hand squeezes your waist and he keeps his head close to yours, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes.

You allow yourself to get lost in them for a second before peeking over your shoulder again. "He's gone."

"Yeah?" Rafe rasps and your knees almost buckle.

Holy shit you just kissed your best friend.

Without his consent.

"Wanna try explaining this, pretty girl?" His voice is soft and his hand is still holding onto your waist.

You try to take a step back, horrified by the thought that you probably ruined your friendship, but he doesn't let you.

"There was a guy following me," you mutter, looking up at him through your lashes.

Rafe's eyes darken as he looks behind your shoulder looking for anyone suspicious before returning his gaze to you.

"Maybe we should kiss again, just to make sure he got the memo."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head no. "I'm sorry, I just panicked." You explain and Rafe nods, dropping his hand from your waist.

There's a hint of disappointment in his eyes at your refusal to kiss him again but you don't catch it.

"Glad to be of service, pretty girl."

Avoiding your gaze he brings up his beer, taking a big sip.

"I'm sorry," You mutter reaching out for his hand, "It was stupid, I shouldn't have done it."

He looks down at you and for a second you worry you've ruined everything. His eyes search for something in yours before leaning down and kissing you. It's hard and passionate and deeper and it catches you off guard but you lean into it, you lean into him and let him take over as he backs you up against the nearest wall. His hand greedily finds its place on your waist once again and you think that this is what heaven must feel like.

He pulls away first again and chuckles when he sees your shocked features. A warm honey-like chuckle that causes you to smile. Maybe you hadn't ruined anything after all.

"Sorry, I panicked." He teases and you slap his chest.

He has you locked against the wall and he's staring at you like a starved man. You never thought you'd see Rafe like this, let alone be at the receiving end of that stare.

"How about," he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear, "you get the memo?"

"What?" you ask.

"Don't torture me any longer and fucking be mine."

[alpali]

the perfect match ᥫ᭡

includes: kageyama x fem!reader, oikawa is readers ex boyfriend, 3k words, angst, fluff, sexual innuendo but no smut, mentions of alcohol, cursing, miscommunication, , college au, mutual pining

note: idk how to feel abt the ending(-.-;) let me know what ya guys think, reblog and leave a comment! I like reading your guys thoughts! enjoy<3

The first time you laid your eyes on Tobio you were on your way to class.

He had a milk carton in hand. His deep blue eyes, jet black hair and monotone expression. He was incredibly attractive and just the sight of him already had those butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

The first time Tobio sees you is in his English class.

He never was that good at English and you weren’t helping either. He’s caught himself staring at you one to many times. Luckily you haven’t noticed.

At least that’s what he thinks.

Kageyama is stuck at the vending machines in the campuses cafeteria. He’s narrowing his eyes, deep in thought.

He’ll just get milk today…

No! The yogurt—

“Hey!”

He jumps, turning around and locking eyes with you. He blinks at you, not fully registering that you’re actually talking to him.

“Kageyama right? You left your notebook.” You wave it around and he purses his lips.

“Oh. Thank you.” He says, your guys hands grazing one another. The both of you perk up at the slight touch, coughing awkwardly.

“Are you stuck on choosing?” You say, not wanting to let this chance slip.

He nods.

“What are the options?” You stand next to him, shoulders grazing. His ears redden at the contact, trying to focus on your words.

“Milk or yogurt.”

You laugh.

“That’s it?”

He narrows his eyes.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

You giggle again and the corner of his lips perk up.

“Nope! Of course not. I say the yogurt.”

He thinks about it for a bit and you smile at how cute he looks so deep in thought.

“Did you want one?” He asks before.

“I’m good…”

He narrows his eyes again and you laugh.

“Guess that’s my cue. I’ll see you around!” You wave, leaving his side. He waves back, feeling rather prideful that he was able to talk to you.

“So we meet again.” You say slyly.

Here you were both again.

At the vending machine.

“How about you try my favorite hm?” You tilt your head and he gulps, your cute antics getting to him.

“Ok.”

“Man of few words.” You click your tongue.

He awaits for your choice. You’d probably pick the coffee or probably a tea.

Wait a minute…

His brows furrow in confusion as you pull a yogurt out. You laugh at his expression.

“What?”

“All of that teasing last time just for you to choose the exact same thing.” He deadpans.

“I just wanted to mess with you.” You smile and he finds himself smiling along with you.

“Very funny.” He says sarcastically, choosing the milk.

“Now that’s something I can’t get behind.” You shake your head.

“What?” He pouts.

“How do you just drink milk.”

“It’s good for you. You don’t drink milk?”

“Only if I eat something sweet.”

He hums.

“You don’t pay attention in class do you?”

It catches him off guard and he quickly looks to the side. Have you noticed his staring? You have.

“Not really. I don’t like English.”

“I can tell.”

He glares.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

You bite your lip.

“Nothing.” You drag out and he pouts.

“If you ever need help I’ll be more than glad to help you.” You smile.

“I might have to take you up on that offer then.”

“Great! Let me give you my number.”

His eyes widen a bit.

“Uh ok, sure.”

“Or not?” You back track.

“No no, I’ll take it please.” He avoids your eyes. You smile at him and happily type your number in his phone.

“Perfect! I’ll text you ‘kay?”

“Ok then.”

“Bye Kageyama!” You smile, waving and leaving once again. Another successful day for him again.

The two of you begin texting one another frequently. Completely forgetting your guys English class in general. You guys talk about your interests, what you hate, your hobbies. He tells you he’s on the volleyball team for your guys college and your interest in him only grows. You both had settled on a day to study. He didn’t like the sound of you tutoring him.

You arrive at the library and set up your things, awaiting his arrival.

“Hey sorry I’m late.” He whispers.

“I got us snacks.” He places the food, all of them being what you had mentioned you liked. Your heart warms at the small act.

“Thanks Kageyama. You didn’t have to.” You gush and he smiles.

“Take it as my thank you for helping me. Also you can just call me Tobio.” He almost murmurs the last part.

You smile softly at him.

“Okay Tobio.”

He blushes almost immediately, trying to distract himself by hurriedly pulling out his things. The study session goes perfectly and he actually did pretty well.

“You’re a pretty good teacher.” He smiles, packing up his things.

“Am I? Maybe I should start charging people.”

He pauses.

“You tutor other people?”

You grin.

“Don’t worry. Just you Tobio.” You eye him and he averts his eyes, his ears going red.

“I’ll make sure to pay you next time.” He mumbles.

“Next time?” You say coyly.

“W-Well I mean only if you want to.”

You grin, absolutely loving his reactions.

“I’m teasing you. You don’t have to pay, just take me out.”

He thinks he might just die.

The girl that he’s been pining over a month just asked him to take her out?

He’s definitely short circuiting.

“Take…you out?” He finally locks eyes with you and now you feel yourself growing nervous.

“I-It was a joke sorry!” You wave your hands, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t mind.” He says blankly and you blush even more.

How did this turn on you?

“Um yea. We can just text each other the details.” You laugh awkwardly.

“Ok. Sounds good. I’ll text you.” You hum the both of you leaving the library.

Tobio wasted no time in texting you. He was eager to take you out but the only problem was.

He was nervous.

Like.

Really nervous.

When was the last time he took a girl on a date? God he can’t remember.

What the hell does he do?

A picnic? It’s been snowing.

Maybe some food and walking around. That sounded decent to him. But would you be fine with that? He was overthinking too much.

He ends up going along with it and you agree enthusiastically, which eases his mind.

The day has finally come and he’s back to shitting bricks. He stands in front of your dorm room awkwardly, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He takes in a deep breath, knocking on your door.

“Coming!”

He hears from the other side and he his hands are sweating. You swing open the door, smiling up at him. But your eyes widen at the flowers.

“I got these for you.” He holds them out, glancing away. Your eyes soften and you gently take them from him.

“Thank you Tobio. They’re so pretty.”

Like you.

But he doesn’t have enough courage to let those words spill out.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yea! Could you help choose a jacket though? I don’t know which one goes with my outfit.” You pout. He shakes his head in amusement as you hold two jackets up and he chooses.

“Ok! All ready.” You smile, leaving and locking the door.

He takes you to a simple but nice diner. You ramble most of the time but he listens to every word you say intently. He talks about volleyball and you comment about it too.

The rest of the day is just that.

You guys window shop as you drag him into every story imaginable. Showing him outfits that’d suit him, all with a small smile lacing his face.

You guys get dessert as well, laughing when he gets a little bit of frosting on his nose.

On the walk back to your guys campus the conversation turns a little deep. The both of you talking about past relationships or experiences in general.

“You’ve never had a girlfriend?” You blink up at him.

“I mean I’ve talked to girls but no, it’s never gone that far. You?” He eyes you.

“Just one. In highschool.” You seemed to be lost in thought.

“He played volleyball too.”

Tobio snorts at that.

“Guess you’ve got a thing for volleyball guys.”

You pout.

“Hey I didn’t know you played!”

It catches you off guard for a bit. I mean obviously you could call this a date. And it’s not like it’s some secret that you guys have a thing for each other. But nevertheless it still makes your cheeks warm.

“I know I’m joking.” He chuckles.

“Ahh, I’m rubbing off on you.” You raise your brows.

“I guess you are.” You both laugh. However his next words make your laughter die out.

“So how’d it end?”

You stare off. The snowy night, tickling your face.

“Sorry I don’t know why I asked.” His lips pull into a line, mentally slapping himself.

“No it’s okay. It didn’t really end well. He was a heart throb. It was hard to maintain his attention because every girl at school liked him. So it just felt like I was competing to keep his attention on me.”

He listens carefully, a frown on his face.

“I’m pretty sure he regrets it now.”

You smile.

“Probably. I’m too good for him anyways.” You toot your own horn.

“Yea you are.” He fully means it.

“Am I too good for you?”

The words leave your mouth before you can even think. You’re about to bow on the floor, scream a bajillion apologies—

“Yea.” He says so genuinely, his eyes boring into yours.

The both of you had stopped walking. Your guys face flushed. However you’d both liked to blame it on the cold weather. A smile creeps on to your lips as you stuff your hands into your pockets.

“What a shame. I think we’d be a perfect match.” You look around playfully, leaning back and forth on your heels.

He tries to hide his smile, chewing the inside of his mouth.

“Yea?” He raises his brows, staring at you with delight.

“Mhm!” You hum, continuing to walk down the street.

“Hey, wait.” He grabs your hand.

“So…what does this mean.” He purses his lips and you laugh.

“What do you think it means.” You tilt your head.

“Do you like me?” He flushes.

“Obviously you dummy.” You laugh again.

“I’m not good at these things okay.” He glares at you yet your bright smile is contagious.

“Well then you’re lucky I’m a patient girl. We don’t have to put a label on it yet. But don’t take advantage of my patience.” You give him a stern look but he blinks.

“But I like you too.” His brows are furrowed.

“I know. I’m just saying we don’t have to rush things.” You play with the zipper of his jacket. His eyes soften as he looks at you.

“Okay then.” He smiles, taking your hand in his. The both of you walking back to the campus contently.

It’s been a month of numerous dates, showing up to his games, studying with each other and Tobio being the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

After midterms a party was being thrown after weeks of rigorous studying.

“Come on Tobi! I wanna go with you.” You pout.

He grimaces.

“I don’t know. It’s not my kind of thing.”

You pout again and he almost immediately changes his mind at the sight of it.

“It’s okay then, I’ll just go with my friend.” You play with his hair.

Almost on cue your friend perks up, smiling deviously.

“Don’t worry it’ll be so much fun! Although guys could be a handful. Especially if they’re horny and had a drink or two.” She eyes Tobio with a smirk.

Tobio frowns.

“I’m going.”

You stand there cluelessly as your friend laughs in victory.

The party was a week from now and you take this as an opportunity to go shopping with Tobio.

“Do we really have to go shopping. It’s just a party.” He sighs as you drag him into a store.

“This is the perfect time to shop. I can dress you up!” You smile.

“What’s wrong with my clothes.” He looks down at himself.

“Nothing Tobi, I just wanna match.” You peck his cheek. He blushes and abides.

“This is so hard. You look good in everything.” You pout. He smiles, playing with your hair.

“Why don’t we get your dress first then go from there.” He suggests and you nod.

“Smart man.” You smirk at him and he chuckles.

Now he finds himself in your shoes.

Because all of these damn dresses look too perfect on you.

“Maybe I should just go with this black one.” You look at yourself in the mirror, giving Tobio a twirl.

He gulps at the sight of you, not trusting his voice. He hums, nodding his head as he tries to settle his thoughts.

“So does it look cute?” You swing his hands.

“Yea you look beautiful.” He chews on his lip, a nervous antic that you noticed he has. You grin to yourself when you realized the effect you had on him.

“We’re gonna be the hottest people there.” You smirk, your hands placed on your hips. He laughs at your pose, shaking his head.

Loud music is heard from the house. You and Tobio are barely on the front yard.

“Are you sure you wanna go in? We don’t have to.” You pout, noticing how tightly he was gripping your hand.

“Just as long as you don’t leave me.” He murmurs. You smile, cupping his cheeks.

“I won’t.” You peck his nose and he feels his nerves melt away.

When you both enter, it’s hot and musky. Bodies pressed up on bodies, sexual tension swimming through the air and the heavy stench of alcohol.

“I never asked you? Do you even drink?” You glance up at him.

“Not really. Only when the guys have some at hangouts.” He says referring to his teammates.

The two of you greet your friends. His teammates eyes bulging out of their skulls when they see him.

“No fucking way! How the hell did you convince him to come!” They exclaim, slinging an arm over his shoulders, pointing at him.

“With a kiss!” You tease and Tobio glares.

“Don’t lie.” You guys laugh and he blushes as you talk to your friend.

Tobio talks with his teammates as his hand rests on your thigh, rubbing it soothingly. A little habit to show he’s still here.

“We’re gonna go use the restroom okay? Don’t move an inch.” You wiggle a finger at him.

“You don’t want me to come?” He’s about ready to stand up.

“I’ll be quick!” You peck his cheek.

Your friend and you disappearing into the sea of people. His shoulders slug, a frown on his face.

“You hit the lottery man. When did you guys start dating?” He laughs, taking a swig of his beer.

“We’re not dating yet.”

They all look at him like he’s insane.

“Why the fuck not?!”

This was the last thing he wanted to talk about. He’s not one to share his personal life even if he sees these guys everyday.

“We’re taking things slow.” They all hum.

“I heard some guys from another university are coming.” One of them says.

“Yea, I think we played against them.”

Tobio zones them all out.

“Kageyama!? Fancy seeing you here!” He turns to the voice.

“Welp here they are. At least two of them.” One of his friends says.

“Oh. Hey.” Tobio nods. The guy grins at him.

“You! At a party? I gotta get a picture of this. Iwa take one yea?”

“No.”

“You’re such a party pooper!” He rolls his eyes.

“Anyways. Are you guys ready? We’ve been learning some new things~”

They all talk about their match coming up soon. Unaware of you staring at them all from afar.

Your heart is hammering against your chest and your legs feel weak.

“No way…” Your friend says from beside you.

They knew each other?

Scratch that.

They’re friends?

Your head is racing with questions and thoughts.

What were the fucking odds.

You knew this was too good to be true.

“W-What do I do.” You glance at your friend and she’s as lost as you are.

You see Oikawa laugh, his eyes tracing the crowd and then.

He locks eyes with you.

His eyes widen, his stare unwavering. Tobio follows his eyes and he lights up.

“Oh. There she is.” He says, getting up from his seat on the stool.

Oikawa’s eyes flicker to him, then back to you.

“You know her?” Oikawa huffs out.

“Uh yea?” He raises a brow.

“They’re together!” His friend yells and he glares at them making them laugh.

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen, awaiting Oikawa’s reaction.

“Seriously?” He says with distaste.

“We’re talking.” Oikawa scoffs as Tobio makes his way over to you but you step back.

“Hey I was waiting for—what’s wrong?” His brows furrow.

You gulp.

Your eyes not meeting his. With no words leaving you, you’re off.

“What—Hey!” He chases after you.

“Aww their first fight.” One of his friends says. The other laughs at Oikawa’s face.

“I know man. She’s a gem. Can’t believe he pulled her honestly.”

Oikawa’s jaw tightens, the red solo cup in his hand crunching.

“That’s my fucking ex girlfriend.” He grits.

Everyone is speechless, eyes wide.

“Damn.”

Tobio is spamming your phone.

Calls, texts, all of it and you aren’t answering any of them. He’s worried to no end and more than confused.

Did he do something wrong?

Are you okay?

Why weren’t you talking to him?

He’s out of breath from running back to campus. He reaches your dorm room, frantically knocking. Your friend opens the door and he frowns.

“Where is she.” He huffs.

“She’s…not here.”

His frown deepens.

“Where the hell is she.” He glares.

“She’s staying at a friend’s.”

Tobio closes his eyes, sighing.

“Tell her to answer me please. I was worried about her.” Your friend nods closing the door.

It’s been almost a little over a week and you haven’t talked to Tobio at all.

He found out the news from his teammates and was shocked. It was a little awkward but in no way did that change his feelings for you. They also told him that you were probably ghosting him and that scared the shit out of him.

He liked you so much and he didn’t want to lose you over this. All he wanted was to talk and he knows he’s not good at it but he wasn’t going to lose you like this.

He’s been showing up to your dorm almost every day. Hoping to find you there. Just how long were you going to avoid him?

With high hopes and determination, he knocks. He shifts on his feet.

Silence.

He sighs.

Maybe tomorrow.

The door opens and he snaps his head towards it.

It’s you.

His eyes soften and gulps.

“Finally.” He seems relieved but you avoid his gaze.

“Can we talk? Please?” He steps closer.

You nod and he steps inside.

“Look I heard what happened and I—”

“I think we should stop seeing each other.”

His heart drops.

“What—Why?” His breathing becomes faster.

“You didn’t tell me you were friends with him.”

“I didn’t know he was your ex boyfriend!—Why does it even matter?” He says, his brows pulled together.

“You guys are friends Kageyama!”

“I wouldn’t say friends. Why are you calling me that.” His heart feels like it’s gonna burst out of his chest. His chest feeling tight.

“Do you know how awkward this is for me?”

“No I don’t. Unless you still have feelings for him. Do you?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why is this bothering you so much?”

You sigh frustratedly.

He kneels down in front of you, grasping your hands.

“I—like you. A-A lot.” He gulps, trying to gather his words.

“I wanna be with you. You said we were the perfect match and I believe that. I always will. I don’t wanna lose you.” He says desperately.

His hands tighten around yours, his thumb gliding along your knuckles. Your bottom lip jitters as you look down.

“If you’re not over him, I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you need me too. I-I don’t want anyone else.” His hands move to cup your face, wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry.” You gasp out.

He pulls you into him as you cry. His eyes are shut tight as he holds you. You sob as you grab his shirt. He rubs your back soothingly as he nuzzles into your hair.

“It’s okay.” He whispers.

His words calm you down, the way he holds you. You missed him so much. You were stupid to think you could push him away. When your breathes begin to even out he pulls away. His hand caressing your face. You lean into his touch as he wipes your tears again.

“I don’t like him. I feel nothing for him. I was just so overwhelmed by the situation, I didn’t know what to do.”

He listens to you, his eyes softening. This was his first time seeing you cry and he’d do anything to take your pain away. To have that bright smile grace your face, the smile he fell in love with.

“I should’ve just talked to you but I pushed you away and hurt you.” You frown. He shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I understand. It must’ve been hard for you.” He says quietly.

You can feel his breath on your lips. Your noses practically touching one another’s. The both of you gaze at each other, your eyes falling on each other’s lips. With no words to be said, your lips meet in the middle.

The kiss is soft, sensual, hesitant. It lasts a second. Until he’s pulling you in for another. Your lips connect again, this time with no hesitation.

The kiss deepens as your hand comes up to grasp around his wrist. You both pull away and kiss again.

And again.

The kisses more frantic and feverish. His hands fall to your hips, as your lips move in sync. Your hands glide along his neck and you fall against your bed. He climbs on top of you, not breaking the kiss once.

Before things could escalate, he pulls away from you. His arms resting beside your head, caging you in. You both are breathless, with plump lips and messy clothes. His eyes are lidded as he stares down at you. Your hair is splayed out on your bed, framing you so beautifully.

“I’m done taking things slow. Can I be your boyfriend now?” He whispers, still not fully recovered from your guys make out.

You break out into a smile. Your hand cupping his cheek, swiping his bangs out of his face.

“Yes Tobi. You can be mine.” He smiles wildly.

“My pretty girl.” He whispers, kissing you once again.

© alplai

[justastargirlbabe]

BEST Friends | J. Routledge + J. Maybank

Innocent!reader x John b x JJ

Summary: Your best friends help swipe your v-card

Warnings: Loss of virginity, smut, oral (fem. receiving), Threesome, reader is a bit of an airhead when it comes to sex, aftercare...

“C’mon baby, there's no one better than us.” you’re currently sitting in between your two best friends, john b and jj. You might have let it slip that you’ve never had sex before, and the two gorgeous boys were quick with an idea. “Idk guys I mean, we're best friends a-and-and…”. You stutter, not having the courage to voice your thoughts. “And what princess?” jj blurts impatiently. “You’d have to see me yk… naked”. They both burst out in laughter hearing your confession. “Well duh cupcake, that's how it works.” jj goes back to laughing. John b speaks up, trying to settle your nerves. “Sweetie, c’mon were your best friends, we just wanna help you feel good,” he says rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“O-ok, but how do we umm start?”. You question cautiously. With no response jj gently takes your face into his hands and smashes his lips against yours, catching you by surprise. John b settles for your neck, placing gentle kisses as he sneaks his hand under your shirt. You pull away from jj, nervously looking at John B's actions. Jj intervenes before you get too unsettled. “It's alright cupcake, just lift your arms so me and jb can see your pretty tits”. Flattered, you lift your arms, allowing John b to remove your shirt, whilst jj unclips your bra. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this from us sweet thing.” this time john b claims your mouth, jj moving down your body to suck on your nipple, groping the other breast in his hand. You moan into the kiss with john b, and they both smirk. “You like that don’t you baby, c’mere lets get you out of those pants.”

john b removes his shirt, jj doing the same, and they both help you slide your pants off. Leaving you in your pink underwear. “Aw, princess your so fucking cute in your pretty little panties but these gotta go”. Jj tuts at you. Feeling nervous, you don't move. John b picks up on your body language. “Hey baby, it's ok. We just wanna take care of you, but you gotta trust us alright?” John B says. You nod in response but that just isn’t quite enough for John b. “ uh-uh honey, gotta hear you say it.” you take a deep breath before you break the silence. “ok, but uh please just go slow, oh and you guys gotta take your clothes off first.” The boys smile at you before moving to take off their pants. “Anything you need cupcake,” JJ confirms.

After staring wide-eyed at the size of their dicks, john b tugs on your panties, signaling it's your turn. He helps peel them off of you and you witness jj take them in his hand. Inspecting the pink cotton he touches on a wet spot and looks to John b. “I think someone's excited”. He says looking at you, making you blush.

You allow them to push you back on the bed, jj spreading your legs. “Sorry I'm all icky and not waxed” you say, panicking. “Hey hey it's alright, completely normal hun.” john b says assuring you. “Why don't you just start off by showing us how you make yourself feel good, that ok baby?” jj says trying to get a hint at what you like. You speak up cluelessly, “u-um what d’you mean?”, “y’know like when you flick the bean, or play with the pea, tickling your fancy-”, john b cuts him off. “He means Masturbating babe. Can you show us how you do that sweetie?” he questions. “Oh I um… uh, haven't done that before.” say surprised. “ Here I'm gonna rub on this spot and I want you to tell me how it feels.” jj starts drawing slow tiny circles on your clit. You throw your head back, shocked by the foreign yet amazing feeling. Sensing that you’re ready, John b delivers a quick kiss to your lips and sinks his mouth down on your soaked pussy. Jj goes to hold your head up, making sure you see how good they’re making you feel. “ oh-oh my god bee, your making me feel so good fuck”. John b smiles up at you as he sucks down hardly on your clit.

You whine at the loss of contact when he pulls a way to talk to you. “Yeah ik it feels good bunny, but i think you’re ready to take this cock yeah?” you almost gasp at his vulgar use of words. “It's alright mama, jj’s gonna open you up real good first. The boys swap places, “okay mama gonna stick a finger in, just remember to breathe.” you take a deep breath in as you feel his finger enter you. He begins to curl his finger inside, causing you to yell out and your body completely jolts. “Sh sh it's ok baby, he just found your sweet spot s’all.” john b cuts in. jj resumes, this time adding a finger. You cringe a little at the slight stretch but completely relax again when you feel John b kissing your neck. Without you even noticing jj has slipped in a third finger and you’re moaning louder than ever.  “I think she's ready for some dick JB” jj claims.

John b slides a pillow under your head, as well as one under your hips. He spits on your pussy once, and runs his finger through your slick lips. He takes his fat cock, already glistening from pre-cum, and taps the tip against your throbbing clit. He lines himself up with your entrance, your eyes snap shut anticipating his actions. He tries to enter but you’re just too tense. “Dude what's up?” jj questions. “She’s too tight, honey you gotta relax your mind so that it can go in smoothly.” John B informs you. “I’m sorry, I just can't, I'm scared.” you confess. “Hey there's nothing to be afraid of, baby, just take a deep breath and focus on my fingers.” jj instructs. He starts applying pressure on your clit making you loosen up enough for john b to slide right into your pussy. Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape as he moves in and out of your dripping cunt. “Mm bee dat feel s’good” you manage to mumble out. “yeah baby I know, you gonna cum already hm?” he says mockingly. “Mm- I-I dunno w-what that is”, you force out dumbfounded. This time jj steps in, “you know baby, like an orgasm”, he says shocked at your innocence. “Oh-oh, I uh I’ve never done that, I don’t think.” you clench around john b even more feeling a sense of heat building in your lower abdomen. John b notices the change in your face, “you feel it coming don’t ya pretty girl?” you frantically nod your head, feeling like a bomb is about to blow inside of you. Suddenly the greatest thing you’ve ever felt erupts inside you. John b continues his rough pace as feels your orgasm rush over you, his own following quickly after. Jj gives you sweet kisses as you come down from your high, and gets you a glass of water, allowing you to take small sips. John b pulls out of you slowly, and feeling the after effects of your orgasm, your eyes get heavier.

“Hey sleepy girl, c’mon I know you got one more left for me” jj says almost encouragingly. You whine, “it's ok hun, i’ll make it quick”. The boys swiftly swap places carefully making sure your body is supported at all times. Their sudden movements slightly alarm you. “Shh s’alright sweet girl, jj jus gonna use your pussy real fast,” he places soft kisses to your face as JJ slides in, his thumb nudging at your clit. You gasp feeling the difference of his cock compared to the previous one inside you. He slightly speeds up his movements, already getting close from just watching you. In no time, you reach orgasm #2 crying out whilst jj fucks you harder chasing his own release.

When he's finished and clears his head, JJ grabs a damp towel from the bathroom to wipe off the mixture of juices from the three of you. You wince and snap your legs close, the feeling of the cool rag on your worn out pussy becoming too overwhelming. “‘S alright mama, just cleaning you up”. “C’mon baby, ur sensitive but ya gotta open your legs for jay”. They persuade you. Once he's thrown the rags into the hamper and you’ve gotten some more water, the boys help you slip on one of their t-shirts and place you in bed. “W-what! You-you’re jus gonna leave me” you say panicked. “No honey, don’t worry we’re staying, just relax babe.” they both climb in on opposite sides of you. You lay your head on jb’s chest while jj spoons you from behind caressing your curves until you fall asleep.