#ik it’s on the tip of ur tongue but STILL

[wttcsms]

untouchable famous!reader who has a pristine reputation and is known for being “hard to get” (more like hard to earn) x famous character who somehow manages to charm you. except, when he’s trying to take you back to his mansion, he’s kind of drunk and convinces you to play driver and to just take his sports car and he’ll give u the directions. he fails to tell you that his sports car is a stick shift. you’ve never driven a manual car before.

so here you are, in a cute dress and high heels, learning how to drive stick in an expensive car, at night, and your driving instructor is drunk. then he has the nerve to FORGET WHERE HE LIVES, so you end up taking him back to your place. whatever. the night is still somewhat salvageable. not only do you have to haul his large body inside, he still wants to get freaky with you. too bad he’s clumsy and overexcited and his zipper gets caught on the fabric of his boxers. fantastic. mood = officially killed. when you go to the bathroom to freshen up and return to kick him out, he’s already passed out on your bed. as annoyed as you are with him, he’s kind of cute when he’s sleeping so you leave him be. the next morning, he wakes up and is like “did we have sex?”

you roll your eyes, tossing him a disposable toothbrush. he follows you to the bathroom and is presumably gonna start brushing his teeth right next to you, which is oddly domestic.

idk, just something abt reader being the stoic, unreadable one and character being the bumbling lovable idiot who keeps trying to make it up to you and hilariously fails every time but you find him endearing so you continue to let him “bother” you!!!!

[arourasolo]

okay, HEAR ME OUT whiny chan. ik that he’s usually the dominate one but i could imagine his channie side coming out and him being so whiny n stuff while ur jerking and sucking him off

WHINY CHAN MAKES ME SO UGH!!! I started thinking about this when my friend who was just on the other side of the wall to where I has been was working out and let out a weak and exasperated whimper, I was like "THATS WHAT ANON MEANT!!" and grabbed my computer and started writing. I'm thinking that sexually frustrated and overall tired Channie. SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY OR NOT GRAMMATICALLY ACCURATE I'M DUMB <3 CONTENT WARNING: Smut, jerking off, cum swallowing, sucking off, swears, pet names & nicknames (baby, babe, sweetie, my love), degrading (a little bit), oral (m. receiving), orgasm, handjob, I think that's everything.

GENERAL INFO: established relationship, roommates, reader's features and name are not mentioned or only gently mentioned <3

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely FICTION. It is not a depiction of persons living or dead. I am by no means saying that any of this could/should/would happen to anyone, nor am I saying that these people could/should/would do these things. It's basically a faceclaim for a fictional person when I mention celebs, etc. It's called FAN FICTION because I am the fan writing fiction. Never take anything I write seriously. THANK YOU

This one's kinda short because I'm a failure I rushed it, but at least its content. Enjoy.

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

BANG CHAN SMUT - Hands aren't enough. word count: 689

"Fuck..." Chan groans quietly after he finishes himself on his hands.

You were home with him and able to help him get off, sure, but you were sitting at your computer working so much that he didn't get attention from you. He wanted to get off though,e so he took matters into his own hands.

Literally.

He exits the bathroom after a minute and walks into your shared bedroom, only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. His chest glistened with sweat as he walks in and lays on the bed, his hard still visible in his pants.

You turn in your rotating office chair to see Chan laying there, looking like a sweaty, tired, frustrated and extremely attractive mess. You notice the bulge in his pants quickly, shutting your computer and clicking your tongue. You sit beside him on the edge of the mattress with an amused smile.

"What's wrong, Channie? Your hands not as good as mine?" You ask with a sarcastic tone.

He only nods his head and lets out a weak hum in response.

"Mm...yeah..." is all he can make out. You chuckle lightly before you slide off the bed to kneel in front of him. He looks down at you, a small smile forming on his pouty lips.

It's not even a few minutes later that you have him practically crying while you slide your hands painfully slowly up and down his shaft.

"Fuck...baby, don't do this...please..." He whimpers, tears pricking the edges of his beautiful eyes.

You smirk up at him, his perfect and handsome features twisted into a face of pleasure and agony at the same time.

"Not yet...don't cum yet sweetie." You say with a smug smile.

You can feel his cock twitch in your palms, his tip an angry red as he's trying his hardest not to give in and let out messy cries and let himself cum. You press your tongue to his tip, taking about a third of his length into your mouth. He can't handle this much teasing. He lets out a louder cry.

"Ah! Baby please...please can I..." He tries to speak between moans and whines. His forehead glistens with sweat, his eyes screwed shut while his puffy lips hang slightly open.

"What a needy boy...crying because his hands weren't as good as mine. You couldn't even make yourself cum, could you?" You ask condescendingly while you take your mouth off his cock, quickly moving your hands up and down it again, then slowing down in an excruciating pattern.

He nods frantically, his hands gripping anything and everything around him. He grabs the bedsheets with a cry.

"N-no...no!" He whimpers again. "No I couldn't...I can't do it like you. Please just let me finish, stop this shit. I need you. Please, my love, please."

His begs are weak and desperate sounding as his breaths are heavy. His whines such music to your ears. You can't keep him in this torturous position for much longer.

You chuckle softly, now keeping your pace on his rock hard dick. "You can't do anything, can you? Pathetic. Just cum then, cum for me and show me how much you love this."

You take him fully in your mouth, his cock twitching in your tight throat as he reaches down and grabs your hair. He bobs you up and down, jerking his hips here and there. In no time at all, you feel the familiar feeling of his warm cum run down your tongue while you hear his desperate moans of pure pleasure. You swallow as much as you can, sliding your lips down him and puckering your lips against his tip, resulting in a pop! as you smirk up at him.

His chest rises and falls in uneven and harsh breaths, his hands still gripping onto the sheets and duvet as if his life depended on it. His eyes open slightly, looking up at you with a soft sigh while you lean over the bed in front of him.

"Oh Channie. If you needed me you could've just told me. What do you need now? Need my pussy?"

[ameliora-j]

ik it’s wednesday now but imagine edging steve for so long that when u finally let him come he literally squirts

like he cums so much and it shoots out so far

while he’s cumming he’s messily kissing you and it’s j so so sloppy

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: sub!steve, dom!reader, edging, handjob, dacryphillia, male squirting, cnc, post orgasm torture, overstimulation, blindfolding, degradation, cock slapping, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

steve’s been laying on your bed for the better part of an hour. his wrists are tied to your bed posts and his body is sticky with sweat. the head of his cock is read and angry, leaking precum all the way down to his heavy ballsack.

“mommy” he whines, tears leaking down his cheeks behind the blindfold. “please i need to cum” he whimpers, bucking into your hand.

“no baby, not yet” you hum casually, stroking your thumb over his tip. “it’s okay you can take it” you murmur, circling your hand. his cock twitches and he gasps, choking over a moan before whining as you pull your hand back quickly. he whines louder, writhing as his hips buck into nothing while you laugh.

“you’re such a pathetic slut” you mock, slapping his cock a few times as he cries out. his hips buck wildly and he whines softly, shaking on the bed as he catches his breath.

you give him time to calm down before beginning to pepper kisses over the tip of his cock. “‘s so pretty baby” you whisper, squeezing his balls. you grab the lube, pouring a little more on your hand before beginning to slowly jerk him off again.

steve gasps, his hips bucking wildly. you slap his thigh, pushing his hips down. “stay still you brat. or else i won’t let you cum at all” you seethe. he nods rapidly, begging you to let him cum as hips hips still. you hum, satisfied as he relaxes his body.

you hum softly, twisting your hand around his cock as you watch his head weep with precum. you lean forward and spit on his cock before beginning to jerk him off harder. “mommy!” steve moans loudly. “mommy please i’m gonna cum!” he laughs.

“no” you chuckle, shaking your head. “no you aren’t” you hum, stroking faster as he whines. he chokes over breaths, sobbing as he tries to move away from the pleasure. you hum softly, quickly pulling your hand back as his cock twitches and blowing cool air over the tip.

“please… p-please” he whimpers, writhing on the bed as he tries to catch his breath.

“you’re being so good baby…” you hum softly. “if you can stay still i’ll let y—“ before you can even finish your sentence, thick and long ropes of cum are shooting from his pathetic, overstimulated cock.

you gasp in surprise as moans repeatedly spill from steve’s lips. he doesn’t even bother to apologize as he lost in pleasure. “did you just fucking cum?” you giggle as he finishes, gripping the base of his cock.

steve gasps, his hips jerking as he whines, shaking his head. his apologies die on his tongue as you begin spanking his cock, and he whines with each hit. “who fuckin said you could to that?” you laugh, rubbing your palm over the head of his cock.

“no!” steve shrieks, flinching back as you hold his cock in place, beginning to jerk him off quickly. “no mommy i’m sorry… i’m sorry please stop stop” he begs, tears of painful pleasure wetting his blindfold.

“you’re such a stupid fucking slut” you laugh, slapping his cock again as you pull your hand back to spit on it. you hum, jerking him off faster. “you’re gonna do it again, bitch” you command, rubbing your palm over the head of his cock.

steve is practically screaming as he writhes wildly beneath you. you hum softly, using one hand to jerk his base as the other palm rubs over the head of his cock. “mommy… m-mommy MOMMY!” steve yells loudly, his hips twitching violently as cum begins squirting from his cock.

you giggle, spanking his cock a few more times before leaning in and planting a sloppy kiss to his lips, steve returning the kiss in an equally as sloppy manner. “‘m sorry for cummin too early, mommy” he whispers, looking up at you with wide eyes as you pull away.

“already forgiven, my good boy” you smile lovingly, kissing him softly.

[hatsukeii]

hiii mootie congrats on the 900!!!

would love to play the guitar ^^,,, i'm thinking a first aid ear mic and a wound-kiss guitar pic.

A little birdie's told me that Denji's my biggest fan <3 (Don't tell the birdie I'm his biggest fan though bc it's a snitch)

("Did it take u this long to come up with something" Shhh shh shhhh... let's focus on u reaching 900 followers 😋🫶🏽 again CONGRATS !!!! u deserve them all mootie ur writing is so yummy ily and your creations)

oooo sick!! the band you've joined is...

kiss it right! / denji x reader

genre(s): fluff + crack!! reader is nonchalant + tired of his bs, denji not so much (he's so annoying your honour i love him i fear...) injury, kiss it better fic! giggles! blushing! kicking my feet like a teenage girl!!

warning(s): injury so blood and pain ig, heavy on the needles because reader is giving him sutures, also ik denji is a bit of a pussy which is a bit ooc but he's supposed to be super weakened after a fight so it makes a little more sense that he's really sensitive to pain here

wc: ~1.1k

your first gig is in... an ambulance?!

setlist:

🎵 someday, the strokes

🎵 calling after me, wallows

🎵 kiss her you fool, kids that fly

"Quit squirming so much, I'm not done yet!"

Denji hates stitches. You know it by the way he wriggles and tenses up with every contact the needle makes with his skin, and how he just refuses to stay still the second he sees the thread of dread. Frustrated, you smack the front of Denji's knee, a signal for him to stay still, but you hit a nerve and his leg jerks up reflexively instead, his shoe coming dangerously close to your chin. You drop the needle and thread in your hand at his sudden movement, and a groan sounds from your throat.

"Shit. Didn’t mean to do that, sorry Denji."

Denji sulks, bottom lip jutting out in an annoyed pout. Everything rattles and shakes as the ambulance rolls past a speed bump, and he almost wishes he was the one unconscious on the stretch instead of Aki. He watches you yank at the end of a spool of thread, and loop it through the head of a new needle. Your tongue pokes out from your pursed lips, holding the needle impossibly close to your face as your pinched fingers jab and poke at it. Your brows furrow in concentration, leading the thread through and tying it in place. When you reach over to grab another alcohol swab, Denji shrugs inwards again, and you take notice of his shift in posture when you turn back to see his legs crossed.

"Denji..."

"Sorry, you know I hate needles." The sole of his sooty sneaker lies on the bloody gash on his shin, and you wipe a film of sweat off your forehead with the back of your forearm.

"You'll give yourself sepsis like that."

"I dunno what that is." He mumbles, head hanging low to watch blood pool out from the torn flesh of his leg. Sepsis. That sounds bad, but not as bad as watching a needle sink into his skin, and come out on the other side.

"C'mon, you trust me, right? I make it better, every time." Denji knows you're right, so he nods, hugging his legs against his chest instead.

"Put the bad leg back down, and let me fix you up, okay?"

The ambulance makes another jolt when he lowers his leg over the edge of the seat. Cold, stinging cotton wipes at the blood that has dried around the gash, and Denji has to grip the seat until his knuckles go white to stop himself from whining. When he sees the needle reappear in your hands, he keeps reminding himself that this could, very well, all be worth the pain in the end. If he's lucky.

You slather numbing cream on the swollen flesh around his gash, before pulling the thread taut in preparation, and aligning the tip of the needle with the bottom of the wound.

"I'm trying to set a personal record, so stay still."

"What's your current record?"

"Minute and a half." You don't look up from the gash when you respond to him, not even as Denji whistles, impressed. You breathe in, eyes darting to the digital clock on the dashboard of the ambulance, and slide the needle through one side of the gash. Denji's leg tenses in his efforts to stay impossibly still, even as the thread runs back and forth through his skin over, and over, and over again. Your eyes squint, face inching closer to his bare shin as you pull the thread tight, and the split flesh comes together with ease. You look at the digital clock again, fingers twisting and tugging quickly to tie off the suture.

"Close, minute and thirty-three. Maybe next time."

When you chuck the needle out into a medical wastebin and look up, Denji is staring down at you, a grin plastered on his face. You roll your eyes as you rip the latex gloves off your clammy hands, sighing out in exasperation. He wiggles his eyebrows, pointing at the stitches on his shin.

"Don't even try."

"But I swear it works!" Denji beams like a puppy seeing its owner for the first time in years. You stand and turn away, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting it fall freely. It covers your red ears, and that's good enough.

"I'm not giving a fresh suture a kiss, Denji."

"You say that every time! I'm sure you've seen worse, right?"

He's right, you have seen worse, but that is the extent of it. Kissing a fresh wound is, quite literally, the textbook definition of immature. And unhygienic. You turn back to look at Denji, who is still pointing at his shin expectantly, and is still pleading with that stupid look on his face. He looks a little too excited for somebody who's just had his leg stitched back together.

"I guess you were good enough today."

Kneeling down again, you meet the sutures on his leg, dried blood gathering around the surface of the thread. You sigh, reaching behind for another alcohol swab, and wipe over the wound once, twice, then a third time. Denji kicks his feet merrily, but stops when his shoe almost hits you in the nose, and you send a piercing glare towards him. Holding his calf with both hands, you bring his shin towards your face, the warm breaths from your nose fanning over his skin.

When you finally, for the first time, press a kiss into Denji's wound, he giggles like a schoolgirl, and you feel a wave of heat rush from your ears to your cheeks.

"If I see you pick the sutures out again like last time, you're never getting another one, you hear me?" You pull the mask that has been sitting on your chin up to your nose, pinching it tight against your nose bridge. The mask conceals half of your face, and Denji sniffs in annoyance when he loses sight of your lips. What neither of you notice is the elastic of the mask pushing your hair behind your ears, and exposing the hot pink tips of them.

"It'll heal twice as quickly now, thanks to that."

"That's not how it works, but sure. Whatever keeps you happy, Denji."

The ambulance comes to a sudden stop, and everything inside jolts forward. You sling Denji's arm around your shoulder, holding him up as he limps off the vehicle and towards the hospital entrance. The wound barely feels like anything. In fact, he could probably walk like normal.

Someday, maybe Denji won't have to ask you to kiss his wounds better. Someday, Denji might even get a kiss without having to get hurt. But for now, Denji thinks that he'll keep pretending that the stitches hurt, so long as it gets you to kiss him.

author's note:

I am acc so ASS at writing full fluff scenarios bc tell me why this was only 1.1k words... I HOPE YOU LIKED IT THO POOKIE!!! i made sure to make denji extra whiny and extra annoying just for u <3 i love him your honour even though he's a little bitch sometimes he's my baby

anyways tags!!

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anyways love u guys bye bye see u soon…

[diejager]

hiiiiii like i've wanted to send u a request for like a while and i'm so happy i finally got u

i sadly forgot my og idea buuuuuut luckily i got a new one cus i'm bestie besties with a lurker who is like a friend with a writer cus they know each other irl and cus she gave me a lil spoilie

i wanna use like what i was told for dis request

like ik the thing is about a champion/warrior and their god and like it's a certain king being absolutely PATHETIC for like the first one (like ik my opinion cus i luv pathetic men and like i wanna know ur ideas about this)

like i love the idea of cod boys being a god or champion cus like y'know the smut that can be made

so could i request my second fav boy soap or even ghost being a SIMP like full on worshipping their god after hunting for their pretty

LUV u darlin and like KEEP ON writing because i am GOBBLIN up everything u and my other favs make but make sure u also rest

Cw: God/Champion stuff??, inaccurate Greek mythology, worshipping, offering/gifts/sacrifice, oracle, tell me if I missed any. Note: this reminds me of… the name’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t remember exactly who wrote about this before. Could you also send me the @ of your writer friend? I’d like to credit them if possible. And thank you! Just make sure to take breaks in between of reading, yeah? You have to rest your eyes every hour or so.

Johnny couldn’t believe his eyes when he stumbled into this small sanctuary outside the sacred precinct, outside any protective walls and guarded cities. Nestled into the side side of a mountain, the marble stones carved intricately in pretty vines and gentle flowers only to be placed in an isolated place. Away from any travellers and warriors, and hidden away from prying eyes of thieves and charlatans. This little, marble shrine made of white marble, painted murals and gold ordained altar - one of the prettiest he’s seen - was left near forgotten, overgrown with fauna and collecting dust. 

And despite that, the statue that stood behind the altar, tall and imposing, curves soft and tunic flattering, the Goddess loomed over him with a shadow of warmth and compassion, much unlike the statues of the ruling Gods and Goddesses he was used to —it was ethereal. Your image was one of love and care, a stark dichotomy to the arrogance and self-importance of Zeus and his siblings. You were welcoming towards him when they spurned him for his foreign appearance: a child of slaves that had bought their freedom, a potent sign of determination and strength.

“Perhaps that Oracle wasn’t crazy,” he gawked at the falling leafage, ribbons of round leaves hiding the entrance, parting like a curtain to the main stage of a theatre.

He had tried his luck with the Oracle of Delphi, in a drunken daze that failed to strip him from his embarrassing misadventures around Delphi’s bars and temple. Johnny had wanted to see what all the fuss was about, the mile long travel many made to see her and her prophesies. He wanted to know if she was a true oracle or a scam, a charlatan like many others, but lo and behold, she was blessed with the sight. 

He still remembered her words, her words spoken from the Gods’ whims, giving him the blessing of finding a Goddess he would willingly kneel to, one that would show him the same love and devotion he gave. She foretold that he would meet a Goddess of Health and Hunting that he wanted to worship, a give and take cycle —of life and death. And here he stood, before the statue of a benevolent Goddess he knew he already loved.

You were a minor Goddess, able to gift your champions with totems and blessings, but not a miracle. Your sacred temple was warm, the air filled with the scent of fresh spring and dewy mornings, candles miraculously lit, wrapping the room in a golden embrace that felt akin to a mother’s kiss. Johnny’s eyes wandered around the room, taking it in while he walked to the altar, he stared at the dusty and empty marble, a sad sight for a Goddess so warm.

He searched around his belt, looking around his clothes and padded leather for an offering to wake you up. Something simply - anything - would work, if only to rouse you from your slumber, be it a year or a century long sleep, he would wake you and dub himself your champion. He picked a pelt, an apt offering for a Goddess of Health and Hunting. It was freshly skinned and cured, brushed with care and killed with sympathy. He wasn’t a ruthless killer or an avaricious hunter, he took what he needed and left what he didn’t. 

Nodding at the brown pelt, he wiped away the dust that had collected and placed it on the marble, taking care to place it flat and straightened the fur. He took a step back to admire the sight, eyes filled with wonder at the sudden glow, bathing him in a calming light. He felt better, his once aching arms gone, his bruises gone and his strength returned. Waking you had brought a blessing, you had healed him of his aches and pains, restoring him to his peak.

“Welcome,” he heard you whisper, your voice sounding like a bird’s song, pretty and awestricking, “Will you become my champion, dear warrior?”

How could he say no at your sweet plea? You were the warmest being he has ever met, your very essence an embrace full of passion. 

“If yer wish me so, Goddess.”

“Thank you,” you chuckled and he’d never felt so lovesick before, his heart so full, yet light.

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[ushisroa]

warnings ; 18+ , nsfw content , pantysniffing , ur fav is a pervert bc i said so

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nasty mfs who can’t get enough of you…

he’s fantasizing about the next time he’ll have you beneath him , thinking of your voice , how much you whine for him , how well you take him & everything he wants to do to you. but it still isn’t enough for him, he needs something to feel and smell off of you right now but you’re out on an errand. what’s the next best thing?… your underwear. he feels awful but he can’t help it, he picks them straight out of the laundry and puts them right to his face. your leftover slick glistening on your underwear , teasing him almost. pressing his tongue against it , he whines instantaneously tasting traces of you leftover and desperately palms a hand over his hardening cock in his underwear. huffing a breath , he pulls his cock out slowly, beads of pre cum sitting on the head.. fuck he’s leaking. pressing your underwear right against his face , his breath hot and heavy as he takes in the smell of you and begins fisting his cock .. hand slowly skimming over his tip as he rolls it back and forth under his hand almost humping it. his skin hot and blistering to the touch, sweat rolling down his back and suddenly everything feels too sticky and all too much as he releases. legs clenching together and his hand fucking himself through his orgasm, tongue lolling out and eyes hitting the back of his skull. you left him alone…. what else was he supposed to do ?

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Bestie its me ur fave Nathan Bateman defender 💅💅 can I request anything Nathan? Like free range bestie (ik for some authors it's a hassle to be requested something with no info but its ok if u dont) like go crazy with him. Just need more Nathan content ❤️❤️ ily and thank you bestie 🤸‍♀️

ANYTHING NATHAN? YOU GOT IT. (I'm so sorry what is this? What have I written? Help.) ILYSM❤️

Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Nathan's a pretty heavy sleeper.

A/N: Nathan and Reader are already in a relationship.

Warnings: somnophilia, I'm gonna say dub con because Nathan is asleep and it is only vagely hinted at that the consent has been previously established, blow job, fingering, swearing, typos, overuse of italics, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 991

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While you weren’t sure what time Nathan went to bed last night, or what time it was now (other than early morning), but, you did know that he had decided to sleep in your bed. Not his. 

His beard was tickling your shoulder, his gentle and even breaths warming your back. 

One arm was slung over your waist while the other, in classic Nathan fashion, was pressed against the headboard at an angle you would have assumed was uncomfortable. 

You needed to stretch. And, despite the comfort of waking up in his embrace, he was oldly warm. A human furnace. How he wasn’t sweating astounded you.

It seemed impossible that someone that slept naked could produce so much heat. 

Carefully, you wiggled out from underneath his arm. Trying your best not to wake him or jostle the bed too much. 

You were nearly home free, out without being a disturbance, when somehow you caught Nathan just as he was moving in his sleep. 

A sigh escaped your lips, ready for a Textbook Nathan grumble. But it never came. 

He had just moved with the push and was now sleeping soundly flat on his back, part of the bedcovers twisted around his calf.

Huh. 

Seemed like he was a heavy sleeper. 

He must have come to bed late. 

You chewed at your bottom lip as a wicked thought started to grow in your mind. 

He looked so peaceful, innocent even. If such a word could ever be used to describe Nathan. Especially since he had a habit of grooming his public hair into ridiculous shapes. Something you were sure he only really started doing to amuse you. Currently it was a heart. 

Perhaps it was time for a little revenge for all the times he woke you up at 2am with his face between your legs. 

Languidly you moved a little closer, running the tip of your forefinger up the length of his dick. Just to judge the reaction, see how heavy of a sleeper he really was.

Nathan’s breathing didn’t even change. 

You grinned. 

Still keeping your eyes on his face to watch for any signs of waking, you laid down on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows and leaning over to suck the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Nothing. 

You moved your body closer, risking leaning partially on his thigh and hip, as you licked up the length of him, swirling your tongue around the head and teasing his slit. 

His cock jumped under your attention, quickly hardening as Nathan’s breathing hitched ever so slightly. The rise and fall of his chest increasing even as his eyes stayed closed. 

You pumped him a few times, smearing your saliva along the thick length of him as a smile pulled on your lips. 

While you missed Nathan’s moans and grunts of pleasure, there was something satisfying about having him at your mercy. 

You took him into your mouth again, bobbing up and down slowly, trying to let him get deeper each time. 

Usually Nathan’s bucking hips (even when he tried not to) made it difficult to deepthroat him, his size alone was enough to make the activity strenuous. And you’d never quite been able to manage it without gagging. 

Now however, without his instant squirming you found that you were able to take him deeper than you had before, relaxing your throat as best you could and swallowing around him. 

You hummed, getting a little carried away as your own arousal started to burn between your legs.

The idea of maybe being able to take all of him in your mouth made you a little lightheaded, forced you to rub your legs together to just take the edge off. 

You picked up the pace, moving up and down, still managing to swallow a little more each time.

His cock was hot and heavy in your mouth, the girth made your jaw throb but you didn’t care as you continued to take him deeper.

Finally you couldn’t ignore the ache between your legs any longer, and you slid one hand down, under your pyjama bottoms for some relief. 

Nathan’s breathing had increased exponentially. Small huff of air, and little whispered moans escaping his lips as he still stayed inexplicably asleep. 

Part of you wondered what he was dreaming about. 

You circled your clit, Nathan’s little groans of pleasure driving you wild as you filled your mouth with his cock. 

You were nearly there, almost at the base, just another few centimetres and you could bury your face into the neatly trimmed curls between his legs.

“Fuuuck,” Nathan hissed between his teeth, gasping as he woke up fully to the sight of you. “Oh god, baby,” he whined, stretching back for a moment to try to stop himself from thrusting upwards, “taking me so deep.” 

He groaned obscenely. Trying to get himself under control by sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, anything to distract himself from the warmth of your mouth. 

That was when he noticed your hand down the front of your pyjamas. 

And he lost it. 

He moaned loudly, grabbing hold of your shoulder, trying to warn you. But it was too late. He came hard, unable to control the mindless bucking of his hips as he filled your mouth and throat. 

The timing, thankfully, had just been right. You had been breathing out as he came and managed to not choke to death on his release. 

He gasped as you kept sucking, milking him for every last drop he could give, before pulling away and grinning. 

“Good morning.” You smiled.

“Good fucking morning.” He breathed, laying back heavily against the bed. 

You chuckled. 

He sat up a little to look at you. “What time is it?” 

You shook your head, “I’m not sure, I-”

“It’s pussy eating time, that’s what it is.” He growled as he pounced on you, smothering you with kisses as you laughed. 

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[merakiui]

Omg omg Mera ur recent dck analysis and apocalypse au just gave me a huge brainrot oml Ik he’s not a character u usually write for but imagine struggling to take Vil’s cock? Do you think he would be annoyed by this, especially when it’s time to breed u according to the law of the compound? ALSO being Rook’s bride in during apocalypse au who never really felt comfortable around him but have no choice but to feel relaxed due to Rook rearranging their insides forcing orgasm orgasm out of them w his huge dick <3 orz Mera every time u post something it’s so galaxy brained each time it’s amazing ❤️

Omg omg yes!!!! I don't think Vil would be too annoyed. Rather, I think he'd find it so cute to see you struggle. He's so sweet when he's looming over you, petting your cheek, swiping your tears away, rubbing his hands up and down your hips, gently shushing and soothing you with little praises and promises. You poor, pretty darling... Does it really hurt so much, or are you just frightened? He prepared you very thoroughly in the time leading up to this, but perhaps it's still too much for you. In which case, Vil will give you a muscle relaxant to help lessen the tension in your body. And while he's at it he might slip a tiny bit of a strong aphrodisiac in there just so you'll focus more so on the pleasure instead of the pain. Though both are beautiful, this is a special moment and you've done so well as his bride. You were made for this very moment, so the least Vil can do is ensure it's enjoyable and memorable.

As for Rook...... he's fucking you so incredibly slowly, savoring every drag of his thick cock along your tight, gummy walls. Even if it isn't all the way in yet, he still sings praise after praise for you, so pleased to see you writhing under him, gripping fistfuls of the sheets while he makes a beautiful mess out of you. He most definitely ate you out before even putting it in, spending minutes toying with you in every which way, until you were practically sobbing for something other than his tongue and fingers. In his defense, he just loves being between your thighs, loves to eat you out and get completely pussy-drunk, numb to all other things but the current moment. <3 but he must spoil his beloved princess in other ways, and all it takes are your desperate, needy cries and he's pressing the tip of his dick into your slick warmth. Let him hear more beautiful sounds, all right? Don't hold anything back. :) and with that, he's filling you so much more than a few fingers ever could.

[shus-armpit]

PEGGING LUXIEM

— ( gender neutral. if u want it can be them taking it up the ass for the first time that’s cool too if ur amab idk )

“again.” mysta looked up. you only pulled your head away from his neck, in confusion. wasn’t he the one who just was cumming all over your dick? it hadn’t even been a minute, but he crawled over still. even as his dick was runny, he rolled his hips forward into yours. your pride as a top had been defamed.

“cmon.. it’ll be quick..” he whined, nibbling at your neck. he sucked sleepily, drunk on the feeling of ecstasy and elation. you whined, your abdominal area already aching from going deep in his ass, striking and claiming every area.

he grabbed your left arm and shoved it down, using the momentum to swap your places. he clicked his tongue as you looked up at him.

“hahh..”

he closed his eyes and immediately started moving, panting as he rode you quick and fast. he lifted your hips up to me him, chanting. “faster.. more..” he leaned down to bite where he could, making you hiss as you weakly tried to keep up with his persistent rhythm.

“deeper! i wanna feel you.. is that all you can do? fucking bitch.” he clicked his tongue, you could feel his arrogance smiling on your neck as he breathed. annoyed, you jammed your hips up, almost knocking him off.

“w-wha—?!”

“i thought you wanted it to be deeper?”

he scrambled for leverage, as his long nails clawed on your back, whimpering and writhing in his rightful place.

“hmngh..” luca squirmed as you held his hips down, using them as a hand as you slowly pushed into his ass. you kissed his tears, as you rubbed circles in his hips with your thumbs. he pulled you in, his arms barely caging you as he sniffles into your shoulder.

“shh, shh..” you threaded your fingers through his hair as he breathed you in. “i know, but you’re a big boy, you can handle this for me, can’t you?” he nods into your shoulder. you thrust slightly up to test, and he yelps, arching his back, clutching your shirt even harder, threatening to tear it. you rub his back apologetically, shushing him with apologies.

“no..” he cries.

you quirk an eyebrow. “no? you can say the safe word, y’know.” you kiss his tears away, tucking his hair behind his ear as his face is flushed and his hair sticks to his neck, lips bruised and battered from all the biting you did when you pounced on him. not to mention his neck, from the jaw to the collarbone deluded in a purple-red hue.

he shakes his head still, rising up to look at you. “no, it’s not.. it just.. hurts so good..” his eyes dilated and drool threatened to slip down his lower lip as you smiled, pressing on his lower back as you thrust in his ass, his body rocking back and forth on yours collapsed, completely defeated.

he groans, slowly rocking back to your sudden rhythm as he holds onto you as his ass burned from the intrusions of your cock sliding in, out, in, and out. whimpers fell on deaf ears as all you could focus on the way luca was whipped for the pain he felt all over.

“calm down, stop squirming. i’m not gonna shove it in right away..” you mumble at the end, as your fingers scissor ike’s ass, wet with lube as his ass pulsates against your hand. he took off his glasses, maybe from embarrassment of seeing himself? seeing as he was in a compromised situation with his body contorting to his newfound pleasure.

“mmhp.. but still..!”

you pull out your fingers, smearing the remnants on your cock before slowly jacking him off in tandem. “but what?” you murmur, as he whines incoherent mutters under his breath, hand covering his mouth. annoyed at his attempt to hide, you intertwine his fingers with yours and pull them away, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead.

“i’m gonna put it in now, ‘kay?” you smile.

“be.. be gentle..”

“of course.” you pushed in, ike’s gasping and erratic breathing right away, he started squirming, with the tip just in. kissing away his tears, you pushed back a bit, then went in further, his legs crossing against your waist and squeezing pathetically.

ike convulsing against you, you settled in all the way inside, appeasing ike’s lust by a margin, but not enough. he wiggled his hips deeper into you, grabbing onto your arms and thrusting himself onto your dick as he screamed.

“you’re such a pervert..” shu muttered, trying to cover up his body with his hands which made him all the more appealing to devour. you smiled, uncrossing his arms as he puts up no resistance. and if he did want to stop, his arms could’ve stopped you anyways. have you seen his biceps?

“but you like that i’m a pervert..” you smile, as you kiss him as he tries to look away. “you like that i’m a pervert just for you, right?”

he shifts, legs crossing as they do nothing to shy away his boner. An unconcious yes slipped from his actions, from the way he showed how he really, really liked the idea, with the way how he flushes all the way down to his dick, how he twitches without doing anything, and how his toes flex and unflex as he surrenders to you half naked.

you rock your hips back and forth suddenly, causing a gargled gasp to emit from shu’s mouth, his body contorted under yours, as you constantly rubbed his insides with yourself, constantly inhaling the oxygen to reason this newfound pleasure.

his exaggerated breathing only made you more feral, as you grasping his dick harshly and began jerking him off in time with your thrusts, only to make him yelp and scream more. mutters of “no, no, no..” as he shook his head, as he felt his release and cried at the overstimulation.

restrained to the bedpost, you were surprised vox hadn’t broke out of the red rope you tied him in, the same one he wore under his clothing everyday. it’s like he wanted it. he says said he wanted a confident s/o, but you think he’s just a secret masochist.

he smirks at you, with a mocking look as you pay no attention to his attitude. he’ll reap what he’ll sow later. you pull on the rope, only for it to release from your grasp and snap on his skin, making vox flinch.

“too shy to make the first move?” he taunts.

“too much of a brat to deserve this dick. fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been the best, have you?” you slip in the head, only to slip out again just as quick. vox groans, bucking hips hips in the air to try push it back in.

you hold him by his dick, giggling at h the way he hissed in pain. “but i thought you wanted to put your dick in the air? like a whore?”

“just.. put it in already..!”

you smile. “no.”

[iliveiloveiwrite]

In The Morning // E.M.

Request: im not sure if you take requests but i literally need a soft!eddie where the reader is comforting him after what happened with chrissy and he falls asleep in her arms. ik its a big rq but id love it sm (btw i love ur writing !) - anon

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like and that I've done it justice. I’m sorry for my absence - I’ve been enjoying my time off and I’ve been on holiday.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, stress, descriptions of Chrissy’s death, worry, anxiety.

Word count: 1089

It’s the incessant, hurried knocking at the back door that has you reaching for anything that could be used as a weapon. Your breath catches in your throat as the knocking refuses to cease; each strike against the door quickening the pounding of your heart and the rush of adrenaline in your veins.

“Who is it?” You call out, hoping you sound even a shred intimidating as you step closer and closer to the door.

The knocking stops. “(Y/N)! Let me in!”

“Eddie?” You frown, unlocking the door. Your frown deepens when you see the distraught look on his face; the terror brimming in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” You ask, letting him in. “What’s happened?”

He pauses in the kitchen. Turning to you with the explanation ready on the tip of his tongue, but worried that you wouldn’t believe him and throw him out. He opens and closes his mouth so many times he loses count. He can’t be sure if what he’s seen actually happened, or just the result of a bad trip. “I don’t know if what I’ve seen is even real,” Eddie stresses, running his hands through his hair.

A brief moment of déjà vu settles over you as you think back to when you said those same words to Steve Harrington last year through the course of events at Starcourt Mall. The clear distress combined with the outright confusion had the nightmarish memories flooding back in a rush.

It’s a while before you can speak, and when you do, your voice is quiet. “Do you want a drink?” You offer, moving to the fridge. “Tea? Soda? Juice?”

“Why would I want a drink?” Eddie questions, momentarily distracted from his troubles.

You shrug, wanting to delay the inevitable. “My mother firmly believes that the world can be put to right over a cup of tea.”

Eddie shakes his head, refusing your offer of a drink. Instead, he moves through your house, finding himself in the living room, pacing back and forth on the shag rug your mother bought in the late seventies and adores with every fibre of her being.

Taking a seat on the couch, you have a front row seat to watch Eddie argue with himself over what had happened before he arrived at your house and knocked on your door. It was clearly upsetting, you note, catching sight of the slight shake to Eddie’s hands.

“Are you ready to talk?”

“She’s dead.”

“What? Who? Who’s dead, Eddie?” You question immediately, sitting up straighter in your seat.

“Chrissy Cunningham.”

“What were you doing with Chrissy Cunningham?”

“She was buying from me; she needed to calm down,” Eddie explains, his hands gesturing wildly as he continues to pace back and forth. “I left her in the living room whilst I went to find what she wanted. When I came back…”

Eddie breaks off, closing his eyes as he relives the horrors of the evening. There wasn’t a logical explanation for what happened in his uncle’s trailer, and instead of informing the police, he ran away. He jumped into his van and began to drive, finding himself outside your home, needing the familiarity of you.

“What happened when you came back?” You ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“She was in some sort of trance,” Eddie murmurs, keeping his eyes closed as the images of the night play on a constant loop. “She wouldn’t come out of it no matter what I tried and then she lifted off the floor.”

Eddie pauses, opening his eyes as he tries to find any disbelief written on your face. When he finds none, he continues. “She lifted off the floor and her bones cracked into pieces; I swear I can still hear them. Then her eyes caved in, and she was dead.”

Within a matter of seconds, Eddie is bent over gasping for breath as the reality of the situation finally sets in. He curls into himself; his arms wrapping around his bent knees as he tries his best to calm down to no avail. He couldn’t save her. No matter what he tried; he couldn’t save her – he wasn’t the hero of this story.

“Eddie,” You coax in a calm, even voice. “I need you to calm down. Take a couple of deep breaths and come back to me.”

You lay a hand on Eddie’s shoulder; squeezing his shoulder tightly before beginning to rub his back. Words of comfort are whispered as Eddie continues to try and regulate his breathing. “Are you feeling better?” You ask after a minute; your hand rubbing comforting circles in the space between Eddie’s shoulders – a soothing, monotonous motion that Eddie focuses on to calm down.

“A bit,” He answers, his voice rough with emotion.

“Sit down,” You mumble, patting the empty side of the couch. “You haven’t rested all night, sit down and take a moment.”

Eddie does as he’s told, cuddling one of the many crocheted cushions to his chest as he slips back into his memories. “I don’t know what to do,” Eddie confesses in a small voice, dropping his head to your shoulder.

“For now, rest,” You answer, brushing your hand through his hair in an effort to calm him down. “We will look at everything again in the morning, but for now, you’re no use to anyone if you don’t rest.”

A low hum of agreement leaves Eddie’s lips, the action barely more than a whisper of breath against your shoulder. Eddie cuddles the cushion tighter; pressing it against his chest as if it would stop him from breaking apart.

You continue to run your fingers through his hair; repeating the motion until you feel Eddie begin to relax under your fingertips. His grip on the cushion loosens as his eyes slip closed and he loses the battle against sleep.

Remaining in your spot, you think over Eddie’s recount of his night. Dread settles deep within your gut, turning your veins to lead as you think through the theory that the Upside Down may be involved with the unfortunate and untimely death of Chrissy Cunningham.

An unexpected snore leaves Eddie: a snuffle follows before he settles back down. The sound briefly distracts you from your lamentations and a small but fond smile crosses your lips as you gaze down at the metalhead snoring away on your shoulder. It could all be sorted in the morning – the Upside Down, the aftermath of Chrissy. It could all be sorted in the morning. For now, rest was what mattered.

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[jungwonenthusiast]

nonvirgin!jay and inoccent virgin!femreader just making out while reader is sitting on jay's lap and they end up getting horny and they end up doing it. you can add more things if you want, I trust you

A/N: I’m kind of a sucker for the “taking the readers virginity” concept so forgive me if i get carried away lol (also forgive me if i played too much into the “innocent” concept, ik that its unrealistic but its just for funzies lol)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight corruption kink, pretty vanilla i think

Word count: 1.8 k

You watch Jay type away on his laptop at his desk. You notice the muscles shifting under his shirt every time he reaches for a sip of water.

You guys never went further than making out and for a while you were fine and happy with that, but these days you’re finding it harder and harder not to tug his shirt off and push him onto the bed.

“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”

“Are you done yet?” you ask.

“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you groan.

He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”

You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.

You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.

You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.

“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.

He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

You pull him in for another kiss.

He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.

“Jay,” you exhale.

“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.

“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.

“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.

He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.

His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.

You twitch right away.

“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.

“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.

He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"

He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.

“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.

He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.

You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”

Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”

You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”

Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.

He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.

“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”

He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.

He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.

Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.

He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.

“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.

Your head falls back as he stretches you out.

“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.

He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.

You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.

“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.

He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.

“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”

“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”

“Why?” he chuckles.

You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”

“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen. He smirks. “You taste too good.”

Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”

It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.

He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.

You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.

He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.

He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”

You shy away from him but he holds your face.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”

He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.

“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”

“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”

He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.

“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.

You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.

You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.

“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”

You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.

You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.

He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.

“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.

“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.

“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.

“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”

He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.

He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.

He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.

Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.

“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.

“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”

You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”

“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.

“A little.” you roll your eyes.

“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.

“We just lost our virginities dude.”

“Sick right?” he plops down beside you and gives you a fist bump.

[yostresswritinggirl]

hi! ik sojourner's already ended but i have an(other?) idea in case u ever pick it up since i love ur albedo 😳😳 ok so

what abt a reader who is rlly excited abt alchemy, but they avoid talking abt it bc they start rambling and stuttering and stumbling over their words bc they're so excited? they get assigned/asked to go w/ albedo bc they're rlly good at alchemy too, but they end up fidgeting a lot, muttering and stopping just a few words in before their volume rises and giving short answers when w/ him bc they're afraid of rambling (since they do it to think better when alone, sometimes insulting and arguing w the objects when they don't get the expected result) & being seen as annoying or unprofessional?? i'd like to see how he reacts to these and what he'd think!! and how or when he discovers the reason reader is acting like that

it's kinda (a lot, rlly skowkskdk i always have ideas but never write them) specific, but i rlly like the idea!! i'd love to see what u do w/ it if u ever pick it up in the future :D hope you're staying hydrated and well🥺🥰 -🌌

What do you mean Sojourner's already ended, Sojourner is eternal, Sojourner is forever-

Kidding aside, this is too cute to pass up, even if it's quite a lot! Cute Albedo brainrot moments always please. It might be too much sometimes but I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it! Scenarios format! Starry night, oh I'm always hydrated, thank you and I hope you're well!

For the Record

Albedo working with a Reader that's highly enthusiastic about alchemy but insecure about rambling... (masterlist)

You dealt with Alchemy a year before the Kreideprinz entered Mondstadt, your attunement to the mystic arts baffling and intriguing you every time. During that period, you're not really sure of what art you're doing but in the end, you kept doing great that the people had acknowledged your talents.

Through your own effort and self-study even if unnamed, you managed to put your talent into this art of Alchemy and created discoveries regarding powders and mineral-focused ingredients. It was a shame there was no one to share it to, and when you talk to scholars/practitioners alike, you end up rambling so much to the point that on their end you barely make sense. Whether this was caused by your eaten words or lax and personalized vocabulary over the matter, you're not sure.

Their confused and judgmental stare haunts you, leaving you alone with your raging thoughts and overworking mind when you just want to learn and expand your discoveries to other people without driving them away. Your enthusiasm is great and all, but it's not enough to make others understand.

So when the Chalk Prince entered Mondstadt, blessing the city with his scholarly knowledge and boundless creations, he easily made a name for himself and in extension the city itself.

Before Sucrose and Timaeus, you were called upon by the Grand Master Varka to accompany Albedo and be his temporary assistant seeing as his field in the division is still quite new and you were the only other 'Alchemist' in town besides him. You're both giddy and nervous, like really, really nervous.

You've heard of Albedo and maybe a caught a glimpse or two, but you've never actually interacted enough to know exactly what he looks like or how he is as a person. All you know is that he's a very, very attractive person overall.

"Good-looking, carries this aura of wisdom around him, he's just really charming," were the words that rang through your mind as you pointedly watched your steps, following the carpets leading to Ordo Favonius' laboratory while Lisa's words rang through your head.

Is he really that kind of person? You've heard that he's quite stoic too, but if he's really that distracting, you're scared that it would be harder for you to focus and help out. Honestly how would you even deal with him when your fields of Alchemy are so different from each other?

You have no idea how long you've been thinking, standing in contemplation in front of the set of double doors that leads to the workshop with nothing but doubt in your mind. But upon realizing the teal gaze of another person silently waiting instead of wooden doors, you figured it was far too long.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I was in my head, I wasn't expecting you to-!" You flailed your hands around comically before abruptly stopping, noticing the now confused stare of Albedo of which are distracted by your hands. Clearing your throat, you extended a hand towards him to shake, trying to stare anywhere but his face. "I'm (Y/N), I'll be your assistant until you're well settled in the city. It's nice to meet you, Ma-"

His hand finds yours in a firm grip, a firm shake so sudden you bit your tongue back, "Albedo, Kreideprinz of the Art of Kemia, but just Albedo is fine, I'll be under your care."

Albedo finds it intriguing and surprisingly not that distracting whenever you talk to yourself or to the ingredients whenever you so much as feel the slightest frustration. "Ugh, this Zinc powder is so stubborn, clingy," you angrily mumbled under your breath as you washed off the blue powder that spilled at your hand, "So, so clingy." Since you're facing the sink, you couldn't see the way he was holding himself from laughing audibly at your amusing antics.

You seemed lively and open, is what Albedo thought when he first met you. But this observation soon shattered when he kept getting hanged upon your abrupt stops when delving into your field, something he was really irked about the first few times. Your art of Alchemy is much different from his and he's wishing that you'd clarify and expound all your learnings to him, but in the end, you somehow step back everytime your words became lengthy.

Are you hiding something? Did you not want him to learn the same arts as yours? If those were the case, he couldn't bring himself to ask a simple question such ad why. Every time it crosses his mind, it brings a purse of a pout to his lips and furrowed eyebrows.

Every response you gave always hints even tiny bits of trivias and tips he's never heard, Albedo always takes note of your spills that always cuts before reaching its climax. "-sorry, yes, this is activated charcoal Geo and Pyro slimes reaction." He lets out an audible sigh upon your retreat, your frustrated mind too occupied to notice.

"Please," his desperation drips in his word when he looks at you with eyes filled with raw emotion you'd never know he'd be able to pull off. Your tightly locked lips only pressed on further at his puppy eyes, "Please continue, I wish to know more about your Alchemy, if you would be so kind."

"It's not really- I'm not really the best at explaining it..." You're almost fidgeting, cheeks aching from tensing and warmth. But he regarded you with a blank stare, forcing you to fill the silence, "If I- If I start, my ramblings may not uhm they're not easy to comprehend... or something."

Albedo had been watching more than he'd like to admit, and he's come to relieved (yet still confused) realization that your treatment with him wasn't his alone. You always step back before things get lengthy, words then cutting short and concise with a steeled expression. Lips caught between teeth.

"I digress," his hand motions to yourself to emphasize his next clause. "As your field and sole practitioner of this art, like my own condition, your word of mouth is the best ground of knowledge."

If he was irritated, he's doing a very good job in hiding it. And even with the respectable yet close distance in between you still felt cornered. This is still your master and it's not professional to refuse a scholarly talk, "The electro crystals when charged... ionized? create sparks, while also producing the same result when smacking- mining!"

The scribbles of his pen against his clipboard as he nods in attention urges you on, realizing his focus and sincere interest on the topic, "So when you put the little tidbits or even powdered version in a beaker thingy, depending on the material, they interact with the spark. Honestly, I'm unsure yet how lethal it is but if you put the sparks under fire too, they make like those makeshift gunpowder as well as additional reactions such as-!"

The lilt and proceeding high pitch in your voice usually signifies the approach of your insecurity as well as the climax of your enthusiasm. At this point, you pull your hand up to shut your mouth forcefully, and when Albedo really detests the abrupt end of the conversation his hand would shoot forward to grasp your own.

He'd intertwine your fingers to distract, before urging you to continue with a challenging stare, as if daring you to use your other hand to pull that off again. This whole scene felt oddly scandalous, but oh boy does it send your mind into a bambling, overloaded mess. A heated head forces your lips open even if they sometimes come out in a jumbled string, he learns to decipher them.

The more you get used to or feel more comfortable, Albedo uses that fondness skillfully whenever he wants. "Can you tell me more about the scarlet chunks from Dragonspine?" He throws it so casually in the silence as you two work back to back in your stations, without a beat as your mind is partially preoccupied, you answered into a narrative of trivia. It almost feels like you're talking to the flames of the bunsen while you wait, but Albedo smiles at the now filled silence as he listens with divided attention.

He really likes your voice, and the word of wonders you bring along with you.

"For the record, I don't mind it at all," his breath hovers on your lips, cold and prickly, "Whatever comes out of these lips, I want to hear it all."

That last part eheh

Woah, this went long. Like reader babbling hahaha. I said I'm gonna speedrun, not freaking write this long smh

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Hi hi! Can I have a scenario/oneshot where Teru has an admirer that really loves him and he pretty much hates them? He doesn't know why but he hates them so much for things his fangirls does yet he doesn't hate his fangirls. She gets heart broken after he rejects her and over time falls for Kou. Teru realizes he really like her but cant take it back cuz Kou also really likes her too and Teru would never hurt his brother like that. So now he has to watch his brother date the love of his life. :D

TERU MINAMOTO X READER - ONESHOT

- “Too late.”

WARNINGS: angst enough to make a simp weak me

NOTES: my heart hurts and this is why it took 2+ months to write this thank u (also kinda tweaked it a bit, hope you don’t mind!)

( unedited + fem ! reader )

Was there a lifetime waiting for us in a world when I was yours?

At least, those are the god-forsaken words Teru murmurs in the deepest depths of his mind, tired eyes piercing at both you and Kou through the glass of champagne that he’s had far too many of. The married couple, he won’t ever admit how bitter he feels when the two words rolls off the tip of his tongue, were laughing, fingers intertwined as the rest of the people in the venue smiled at how gorgeous and how... happy you two looked.

He zones out a second after, the composed self he’s managed to keep throughout the wedding was irritably divided into immensely vexing thoughts that have haunted him since the first time he’d accidentally walked into the first time Kou had the nerve the courage to kiss you. 

‘Would she have been better off with me instead of him?’

God.., he hasn’t been this infuriated over you since he was once a high-schooler, since he’d been the ‘School Prince’ and the person that you’d been so overly head-over-heels for. Except these infuriating problems about you that have been clouding his mind for what seemed like an eternity were conflicting now. Before, the sight of your face, the smile etched on your lips, the warm pink hue spread upon your cheeks...

He hated every single one of it. 

You were only a naïve fan of his, a part of the majority who offered him utmost praise and raced to be the one sitting by his side. However, unlike all his other fans, you were the only one who affected him in this way.

The only one to make his heart pang when you’d mention his name.

The only one to stop him from sleeping due to the overdriven thoughts he had of you.

The only one who’d get his attention when his wandering eyes unconsciously scan the classroom.

He wanted to stop this. He wanted the feelings in the pit of his stomach to stop because he didn’t want this, he’s never wanted this to happen... but there it was. 

In the form of you, holding a simple love letter in your hands and your face a blushing mess. Teru looks at you for a minute before turning you down. It’s a harsher let-down than his usual ones, he remembers the words ‘I’ve never thought of you that way’ and ‘I never will like you, (Y/N).’ coming out from his mouth, all blatant lies, of course. 

You ran away after that, hands clutching onto the same love letter you held, now crumpled. Guilt filled him up completely once he’d seen you crying your eyes out, but rejecting you was the best decision he could make if he wanted to get rid of aching feelings for you.

That’s what he thought, a lifetime long ago.

Now you were here in a white wedding gown, now a new addition to the Minamoto household, but not with him. You opted for his little brother instead, Kou having lent a comforting hand after seeing you just sobbing away in the back of the school’s gymnasium. 

Teru watched it the love story between you and Kou, smile evident on his face as he tries to ignore how empty he feels. If it were someone else, if it were anyone else but you, he would have been the happiest brother alive. He wouldn’t be smiling too widely in the wedding pictures, and he wouldn’t have been drinking three glasses of champagne as he watches you both on the dance floor. 

But, God, all he could imagine was the ‘What if’s’. 

If he had let down his worthless pride, give you the chance of happiness you dreamed of, and accepted the feelings that had been brewing within him... could he have had this? 

‘There’s no use dwelling on the issue now’, Teru gives the smallest of frowns, but brightens up when he saw Kou walking towards him. 

“Kou? Why aren’t you with your blushing bride?” Could you have been his blushing bride?

“Don’t worry, Teru-nii, she’s still talking with her friend... and...”

Teru’s guilt tips over at the simple words. 

“I’m really happy to have you as my big brother and at our wedding!”

Kou’s smiling, so genuinely and so sweetly, but he doesn’t see how his own big brother is nearly tearing up. ‘Not today.’ Teru thinks to himself, standing up and patting Kou on the back with a quick and muttered, “Thank you.” before leaving to go to the bathroom.

He notices you glance at him, eyes twinkling with the happiness that he now realizes he wanted to give to you, and he can’t help but walk faster.

Yeah, he’s not going over to Kou’s for a long, long while.

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END NOTES: it’s 1:06 am and i’m crying over teru minamoto good nyt

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pairings: Sub! Kaminari Denki x Dom! FemReader

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You stretched your arms behind your back. After a long day of paperwork, you were tired. You bent your fingers one by one until they released that satisfying ‘pop’ sound. Relaxing yourself in your chair you reach for your phone. You go through your social media, text a few friends and then your eyes fall onto boyfriend’s contacts.

Kaminari Denki or better know as Chargebolt. The aspiring Pro-Hero who  graduated from U.A and now the 23 year old was on his journey to becoming a memorable hero. But right now, he was on his bed resting. The blonde had been hit by an energy draining quirk which made it impossible to do athletic tasks. He was advised to rest and that’s what he had been doing for the past three days.

                                                 Dankie

You[23:31]:

You[23:31]: hOWS my FAV BOI DOINGGG ???????????????

Dankie[23:31]: >:(

Dankie[23:31]: traitor ass biTCH

You[23:32]: DENKI LMFAO I SAID I WAS SORRY SILHAKD

Dankie[23:32]: u didnt come visit me today:'''(

You[23:32]: yeah,sorry about that:(((if u werent so fucking clumsy i wouldnt be stuck doing extra hours of EXTRA paperwork>:(

Dankie[23:32]: gO GET THAT BAG Y/NNIE BBIE

Dankie[23:32]: n e ways

Dankie[23:32]: ei missed juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Dankie[23:32]:

You[23:32]: didnt kiri visit tho

Dankie[23:33]: he did but :( ur better

You[23:33]: dfjhskjfd ik i am

Dankie[23:33]: playing uno with him isnt that fun cuz that bitch ALWAYS wins , u lose all the time lmfao i leik winning against u

You[23:33]:

You[23:33]: hows your injury tho bb<3

Dankie[23:33]: idk im gonna go to work like day after tommorrow

Dankie[23:34]: n e ways

Dankie[23:34]: how was your day, beautiful

You[23:34]: terrible, old hag keeps piling me up with work.i dont get paid enough to deal with her shit

You[23:34]: i stg gonna murder her one day.

Dankie[23:34]: awwww my poor ynnie here have a picture of your beautiful boyfriend to light up ur day:)

You[23:35]: its 11 in the night denki

Dankie[23:35]: just let me have this one thing please,

Dankie[23:35]: I HAVE A PICTUER SOMEWHERE IN MY GALLERY WAIT lOOK

Dankie[23:35]: admit it,u ken not resist ur beautiful boyfriend

You were about to text out a sarcastic reply, your fingers hovering over the send key when you noticed Denki had sent a disappearing photo.

Dankie[23:35]: [image8166.jpeg]

You press your thumb over the button to view it in full size,

probably one of his dumbass selfies again

you thought to yourself.

“The fuck!?” you almost scream, eyes blown wide at the sight.

Before you knew it you were confronted by the sight of a dick, his hand wrapped around it resting against his abdomen, spurts of cum decorating the head of his cock and onto his flushed body.

It looked so inviting, so hard and sexy waiting to be played with. It turned you on.

You gulped as you took it all in.

In all honesty the sight made your mouth water, your tongue reaching out to wet you lips as your breathing quickened, your core heating with arousal. Your thoughts running wildly as you inspect the picture, fingers trembling ever so slightly as you work your fingers to quickly take a screenshot of the picture

Dankie[23:35]: u still there yn?

Dankie[23:35]: o shit.yn im so SORRY

Dankie[23:36]:SHIT SHIT IM SO SORRY YN I DIDNT MEAN TO MY FINGER SLIPPED FUCKFUCK IM SO SORRY I UNDERSTAND IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE

Oh Fuck!

Sucking his lips into his mouth, fear took over his senses as he realized that you were about to receive his nude out of nowhere.

nonononononono nO! This couldn't be happening. No!'

Denki quickly pressed the power off button at least eight times, hoping that would change something, but he knew very well it wouldn't. His entire face flamed with embarrassment.

He opened the chat again just to check if it actually sent. Maybe he still had the chance to delete it. He was met with disappointment, the air surrounding him growing heavier, your prolonged silence was making him freak out even more DAMMIT DENKI !!

Dankie[23:36]: Y/N please say soemthing please,

The dreaded 'typing' box appeared on the bottom of the screen, he mentally prepared himself for rejection. Maybe if you ask about it, he could just pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about. Fuck, how did he manage to fuck up this bad?Just then, the sound of his notification stirred him from his thoughts, indicating a reply from you. He reached for the phone,

You[23:37]: that’s a pretty dick, denki

You[23:37]: mommy would love to play with it.

OH My God. Denki internally screamed. He did not know what he was expecting. Granted you both had started going out just recently, a slip up like that was bound to set you off. He expected you being  reluctant about the situation and brushing it of.

He thought of what he should reply and stared texting. His fingers smashed against the keyboard as butterflies danced in his stomach. He could feel himself get hard.

Dankie[23:37]: you’re making me horny, mommy

You[23:37]: fuck, you’re such a naughty boy

You[23:37]: tell me how badly you want me.

Dankie[23:38]: please, my dick is so hard for you right now. I can’t think straight.

Denki’s heart beat quickens whilst he wait for you to reply. His hand slips down his sweats as he starts palming his cock through the cotton of his sweats.

You[23:38]: you like it when mommy talks to you like this, don’t you babyboy?

Dankie[23:38]: yes i do. please don’t stop

You[23:38]: you think you can send these pictures and not face consequences?

You[23:38]: is this turning you on?

Dankie[23:38]: yes. goddamn.

It was a moment before he responded and when he did, he sent an image. Upon opening it, your throat dries out. You see the outline of his erection through his boxers you gulp again as your eyes feast on the main focus of the picture. It made your pussy throb. You couldn’t stop staring, not even when another loud 'ping' sounded through the room.

Dankie[23:39]: Oh God, please fuck me.

You[23:39]: are you teasing me?

Dankie[23:39]: ...what if I am?

Dankie[23:39]: y/n i want you so bad. are you alone right now?

You[23:39]: yes i am.

You[23:39]: such a little slut, aren’t you?

Dankie[23:39]: yes, only for you

Dankie[23:40]: God, you're good at this.

His fingers were pressing the ‘call’ button before he processed his move, thick arousal mixed with frustration clouded his thoughts. His hand palming himself through his boxers and his leg bouncing up and down in anticipation as his phone rang for you.

Your phone lit up with an incoming call.

“Hey, babyboy,” you spoke as soon as he picked up, teasing him. Your voice sultry and low making Denki gulp. The dirty talk was really getting him going.

“Just hearing my voice has gotten you so bothered, huh?” you smirk, feeling your nipples hardening and poking through the fabric of your work shirt

“I'm so lonely and needy right now-”  He shyly admitted, “I need you so bad.” finding himself blush bashfully for you. Flattered and embarrassed at his blunt confession, but still desperate for you. He could hear your breathing on the other side of the phone, it was quick, excited. You heard him take in a deep breath; you could almost see the pink painting his cheeks.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, sending me pictures like that. Tell me when did you take it? Who were you thinking of when you touched yourself?” you rasp into the phone making him gasp.

God, this was like a dream

“It was for you! Everything, You!” He sounded desperate, clinging to release as his member throbbed harder. Biting down on his lower lip, inching to hear your commanding voice over the static.

“Is that so? Well, I am flattered.” Denki smiled to himself hearing the praise. “But, do you seriously think you should be allowed to cum? After all, you touched yourself like a shameless whore. Not to mention, without my permission?”

Denki’s smile fell as he started mumbling apologizes into the phone. He promised he’d never do anything like that ever again. Please, just let him cum.

“You heard me,” You taunted, “Bad boys don’t deserve mommy’s help.” you say, your voice faking disinterest. “Please.”  he begged pathetically. Trying to convince you to help him out.

“Please help me cum.”

“Really?” You scoff, a teasing smirk appearing on your lips. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.” apologies come rushing over the phone,  “No, no, please! I’ll be good. I’ll be a good boy! I’ll do anything!” he pants, biting the corner of his lip as his hand hovered over his erect shaft. “P-Please, Mommy!’’

You bit back a whine as you clench your thighs together “Okay,” you start, voice as smooth as silk. “Why don’t you reach down and touch yourself for me? Make yourself feel good,”

Denki relishes as hearing your command. He quickly puts the caller on speaker and places it on the stool next to his bed. His fingers pull his sweats down to his thigh, his boxers soon following. His hard cock rest against his stomach, the tip flushed and angry; pre-cum leaking from the slit. His right hand firmly grasp it while his left reaches for his phone.

He moans your name as he pumps his cock using the pre-cum as lube, he hisses and groans lost in utopia until he hears your voice again. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.” you smirk at him failing to stifle his whimpers, clenching his eyes shut as he took a deep, steadying breath before he responding. “Okay, Mommy.” he blushes, submitting himself to you.

Taking the base of his length into his hand, putting the phone closer to his mouth so you could hear his heavy breathing as he traced a finger along the vein decorating his shaft, he moans softly feeling sparks of pleasure erupting throughout his body. Moving his thumb to his drenched tip, vigorously rubbing himself the way you had instructed him to — the action making him crazy, Denki didn't even try to hold back the moans erupting from his mouth as he fucked his hand, wishing it was you.

“You sound so good jerking off to Mommy’s voice.”

“Feels good, huh, babyboy?” you ask. He hums nodding his head. “Feels so damn good.” His hand leaves his dick, coming up to his mouth and spitting on it. Using spit as lube as he began to rub himself, hips bucking against his hand; whimpering your name as his back arches up slightly, the pre-cum and spit making it easier to move his hand quicker moaning and hearing you doing the same. He could hear your breathing get heavier,the anticipation of you masturbating too made his even harder if that were possible.

“There’s a good little slut.” you say with a normal, leveled voice while he struggled on the other side of the phone. You listen to him jerk off, pumping his shaft and moaning out your name. Hearing him pump his cock up and down, you pictured his sitting on his bed, flushed face hand stroking his cock cum oozing out of his slit. Maybe you’ll ask him to lick it up later.

“Are you wet, Mommy?” His voice is soft followed by heavy breathing. “So wet. You have no idea.” your raspy voice filled the empty room.

“I want to taste your pussy, Y/N.” he moaned into the phone. You slip your hand down over your clothed cunt, rubbing against your swollen clit. “Is that so, Denki? Wouldn't you like that? Me sitting on your face? You can eat all you want.”

“God, your pussy sounds so good.” Denki moaned as you adjust the phone closer. “Oh fuck, Denki!" you moan as you sunk down onto your fingers. The scent of sweat and lust lingered through his nose, he scrunched his eyes shut and his head pressed back into his pillow. His mouth was gape open, breathing heavily as he moaned loudly into the phone. “Shit. Mommy." he cursed.

“Mommy, I need your pussy.” you hear him beg, “W-wanna feel it a-around me. Milking my cock s-so good, wanna f-fuck you until you scream,” he speaks between choked moans. You wonder how he’s gotten so bold. “I would fuck your tight pussy so good.” you don’t doubt him at all.

Your fingers rub against your velvety walls, your hips bucking into your hand as you rolled your clit swiftly between your nimble fingers. “I’m gonna fuck you so good once i get my hands on you, babyboy.”

Speeding up his pace, imaging your face Denki let out a growl. Imagining you hovering over his pinned body as you whispered the most dirty words into his ear while pleasuring him. “F-fuck, Y/N.” he whispered, dropping his head back against the pillows as his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching wildly. There was no way he was going to last much longer.

The familiar feeling soon washed over you, your pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing with each delicious rub of your fingers against your clit. Your heart beat fast, your body tingling from the sensation it gave you. Your nether regions throbbing in pleasure. You almost fell, your legs quivering going limp

His stomach was clenching and he knew he was going to cum any second now “Please keep talking. Just a little more, please,” he begged breathlessly, continuing his thrusts for just a little while longer to get over the edge and you did just that.

“I- I’m so close mommy. Can I c-cum?” He bits his lower lip, trying to control his breathing. “Since you've been such a good boy. You can cum, baby.” you said breathlessly.

“Thank you so much, Mommy.”

“I want to hear you while you cum, baby. I want you to feel good, I want to feel good with you.” you choke out.

You wait patiently for his response but it doesn't come. After seconds of silence, you pulls your device away from your ear only to be greeted by the dark screen.

“Oh. He hung up?” you murmur out loud, a bit sad but you decide on not to dwell on it as you slip the phone back into your pocket, figuring his battery might have given up on him. After minutes you hear you phone start buzzing.

Dankie[01:20]: Baby NO. I’M SO SORRY MY PHONE DIED

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASE SOME BACK I DIDN’T MEAN TOOO

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE COME BAC

You[01:21]: im here!

Dankie[01:21]: i m so sorry my phone died

You[01:22]: did you cum?

Denki feels his cheeks heat up again.

Dankie[01:23]:

A few moments later. A video clip appeared in the chat, you opened it much too quickly.

In the video, Denki had his hand wrapped around his shaft while his other hand was palming over his balls. He pumped himself, “I’m gonna come for you, Mommy.” It appeared he had situated the phone so his entire body was captured by the camera. Your eyes traveled down to his toned body, drinking the sight in. Moan escaped his parted lips, opening his eyes and staring at the camera with playful eyes. His jaw hangs open as he finally releases all he had over his stomach, chanting a string of your name and curses.

“Fuck, I really wish you were here now.” You heard him hiss “Really wish this was your mouth instead of my hand.” he whispered, his agile fingers move swiftly as he collected the white substance and then moving his hand upto his lips. Parting his lips swirling his tongue around his digits, sucking off the creamy substance and moaning louder for you. His eyes darkened with lust and hunger as he swallowed down every last drop, moaning at the taste of his warm cum causing your breath to hitch as much as he let out a series of seductive,soft pants.

“Why don't you come here and ride my cock?”

Your walls tighten around nothing and you immediately got up, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath.

You[01:43]:im coming over. gonna make sure you end up in the hospital for weeks after i'm done with you kaminari denki.

Dankie[01:44]: osiht (｡+･｀ω･´ )

Dankie[01:45]:

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6 with a ship of ur choice

Thank you, hun :D Ik you don't know them but I am on a huge Fenris & Hawke kick as you do know! So read if you wish but I shall not be upset if not! I got to write it which is the fun bit!

Read on AO3 too!

It’s a testament to just how attuned he is to Fenris that he doesn’t sit up from his slouch over the table in a battle-ready panic when a hand runs through his hair. No gauntlets today, just the sparking scrape of nails against his scalp. Hawke, eyes still closed, hangover headache making itself known, turns his head on his arms.

“Goodmorning,” Fenris says quietly, tugging out a cot.

Hawke’s pouts but struggles to keep it up when Fenris huffs a laugh. He grumbles his own greeting, tongue heavy and mouth tasting foul. Fenris’ fingers leave and Hawke fusses, twisting on his chair to give blind chase.

“If you want to avoid the masses in Hightown whispering about the state of you for the next week, I’d recommend coming home with me before they crawl out of their hovels.”

He groans loudly, too tired to be bothered with forming words. Footsteps move away. There’s the sound of rummaging on one of Varric’s shelves and then Fenris’ return.

“Drink this.”

He sits up, squeezing his eyes tighter closed against the candle that has been lit on the table. Fenris sighs, the kind that is always accompanied by the quirk of a smile, and takes Hawke’s wrist in hand, directing searching fingers to the bottle of hangover cure that Varric has on order from Anders for this exact situation. Hawke tips it back in one, catching Fenris’ hand before he can disappear again, tangling their fingers together. He tugs lightly and feels Fenris lean down to meet him.

“What is it, Haw-- Mhm,” Fenris hums into the kiss, nipping at Hawke’s bottom lip in revenge for cutting him off.

Hawke grins helplessly. This man. This wonderful, wonderful man. He is everything. He is the whole world. The best of it all.

“If you keep smiling,” Fenris mutters against Hawke’s mouth, “then you cannot keep kissing me like you so clearly wanted.”

“Can’t I have both?” Hawke asks, voice scratchy and deeper than normal.

Fenris shifts, using the height he currently has over Hawke to catch him up in a deeper kiss than before. Hawke whines when he moves away again, this time opening his eyes at last.

“You need sleep.”

“But that’s so far. Can’t I just keep sleeping here? You could join me?” He waggles his eyebrows playfully in the face of Fenris’ consternation.

“I am not sleeping on a table, Hawke. Come home.”

“Well, as you asked so nicely.”

***

Hawke wakes a second time that day to Biscuit barking. He holds still for a moment, straining to make out voices downstairs. Orana is easy to tell from her cadence. The other woman is not. He tries to roll over but is hindered dramatically by Fenris’ strong grip around his stomach. The elf butts his head up against Hawke’s chin in reproach.

“It’s the kitchen delivery,” Fenris says, nearly slurred with sleep.

Hawke relaxes again, straining his neck to press a kiss to the top of Fenris’ head. A kiss is pressed to his bare shoulder in return. Retaliation with a kiss to the tip of Fenris’ ear not pressed against his heart. Fenris twitches slightly in response and nips at Hawke’s collarbone.

“That’sa bit far,” Hawke mumbles, most of it coming out as one incomprehensible word.

He, of course, proceeds to then slide down the bed, wriggling in Fenris’ grasp, until he can reach Fenris’ neck just behind the hinge of his jaw. He grazes his teeth against the delicate skin, pleased with himself as Fenris squirms, his leg curling up on top of Hawke’s hip. He soothes any sting with a warm kiss.

“And that wasn’t?” Fenris grouses, rousing himself enough to draw Hawke’s face from the crook of his neck, nuzzling along the strong line of Hawke’s cheekbone.

Hawke pushes back softly. With barely a nudge they’re kissing. Lazy and honest. No push or need involved. Fingers wandering in aimless travels over expanses of skin and well-worn fabric. The kitchen door closes down below. Biscuit’s bark echoes up the stairs to them. Hawke pulls back just enough to speak. Or tries to. Fenris chases after him, waking up more second by second, stealing kiss after kiss after kiss until Hawke changes tactic. He rolls slightly on top of Fenris who stretches out languidly beneath him, lyrium tattoos singing as Hawke brushes his lips over the heart beating safe and sound in his chest.

“Goodmorning, Fenris,” Hawke whispers, teasing lilt to match his teasing kisses, “that’s all I wanted to say, you know.”

Fenris pushes him back and swiftly takes the high ground, hovering over Hawke with the softest smile Hawke has even been faced with. He smiles back, brushing the silver strands of hair out of Fenris’ eyes. Fenris kisses the tips of his retreating fingers, smile morphing into an indulgent grin.

“Goodmorning to you too.”

[peachy-inserts]

kageyama falling for someone/relationship hcs

request: hello!! so apparently ur taking haikyuu requests now so if it's not too troublesome, how abt some kageyama bf headcanons? thank you!! 😊

warnings: cursing

a/n: first haikyuu post, tysm! i hope this is ic for him, since its our first shot at this! i actually fell in love w him a little writing these, i didnt like him all that much before but now im realizing just how much of a sweetie he can really be aww (ik this just said bf hcs, but im adding it to our series!) long post, more under the cut

Kageyama is stubborn, he’s slow to come around to his own senses whenever he’s crushing one someone. It takes a good while for him to finally recognize what his own feelings are, and when he does it makes him sick. He’d be in denial for a while before he finally just couldn’t take it anymore and decided to bluntly ask you out

In the meantime, he becomes sort of stand offish with you. He wants to do nice things for you, but he just feels so silly doing it, he gets clammy, his palms are sweaty, and he can’t stop tripping over his own words

You make the blood rush to his face and the tips of his ears burn a bright red that is singed forever in his memory, who gave you the right to do that? He’s Tobio Kageyama, someone who doesn’t rely on others, who’s always sure of himself, and can’t be influenced by someone else’s opinions

He’s so blunt and nervous that it’s probably common knowledge by now to the rest of the Karasuno team that he has a massive crush on you, and the more he tries to deny it, the more he’s teased (by Sugawara especially, who eventually gets so sick of his love sick dazes that he bullies him into asking you out before he’s even considered it a possibility)

You may not even realize it yourself, though, with the way that he acts around you. It’s almost as if he’s pulling your hair, teasing you and then running off, but it’s not on purpose. He’s.. doing his best, but it certainly doesn’t come off that way. He only hopes that you aren’t offended by him, as most people seem to be

One of the major things holding him back is his fear of abandonment, his reputation being of no help in that. Even if you do show interest in him, he convinces himself that it’s only casual small talk, only a fabricated smile you use to make him so flustered that he excuses himself to finally leave you alone. Why would anybody ever want him? He’s cold, blunt, and clueless. He doesn’t really bring much to the table in a relationship, right?

So when he does finally ask you out, standing outside of the school just after class has let out for the day and tugging at the hems of his practice clothes all while trying not to bite his own tongue while he stutters, it comes as a bit of a shock to you

Is this some sort of prank?

You’re relieved, albeit confused, to know that he doesn’t actually hate you and in fact returns your feelings, and happily accept his confession to which he excitedly whoops and then runs off towards the gym, glad that it’s finally over with, before realizing just how rude of him that was

You haven’t moved an inch, completely bewildered by the event that seemed to have played out in front of you, when he comes back panting and asks you out on a date. Smooth, Kags…

Your date is, well, interesting. He’s super excited, nervous, and fucking terrified. He wants to vomit but he also kind of wants to hold your hand? Ugh, this sucks. And people just do this for fun? He fell for one person and feels as if his entire life has been turned upside down. This is your fault!

Once you officially start going out, he gets a little full of himself and despite how awkward he still is around you, he wastes literally no time whatsoever in rubbing it in Hinata’s face. He can’t do anything with Kageyama bringing up the fact that he has a s/o now and the red head still doesn’t

Smack him.

Past the beginning stages, once you’re established a stable and comfortable relationship with him, things are a lot different

While he’s himself around you, witty, sarcastic, and a little bit careless, he also feels the need to constantly impress you. He can’t start slacking; what if you get bored of him and leave him? He should always be striving to be the very best boyfriend he can be, even if he stumbles a few times on his never ending climb upward

He’s not super open to you about his feelings, but tries to make up for it in doing smaller things that he knows would mean a lot to him were they to come from you. He’ll get an extra snack at the vending machine, try and carry your bag whether you’re at school our out together, and listen to every song you send him (when you recommend music to him, he always teases you that it’s awful or makes his ears bleed, but he adds it to a playlist of songs that remind him of you and plays it whenever you’re around as a subtle way of letting you know it’s special to him, that he really does care. He’s not actually blowing you off)

Kageyama sees a Pusheen keychain set after practice one day, and even though it’s not something he’d ever buy for himself, he purchases the set and gives you the other half so you match. It’s so cute, and he turns beet red when somebody sees it attached to his bag one day and asks him about it. He tells them that you’re the one that bought it and he just didn’t wanna tell you no

Wow, he must be so caring, and they roll their eyes 

He’s not big into PDA, but he doesn’t mind holding your hand when you walk together or giving you a quick peck on the forehead as a goodbye at the end of the day when you’re forced to part ways. He’s not that shy to show people whose you are >:)

As for jealousy… yikes. He could stand to be put into his place every once in a while, as he tends to snap at people and go completely over the top for small and petty reasons, often getting caught up in his own insecure and blinding rage that he forgets what even set him off in the first place

Whenever you come to his games, he’s completely thrown off. He’s not used to people showing up and cheering for him, and he gets so nervous that he’ll mess up in front of you that he wastes time trying to focus on impressing you and throws himself to off

He loves and you wanna support him, but… maybe it’s best if you just make up an excuse and send him off with a good luck charm

By the way, if you do happen to make him a good luck charm then he is going to carry it in his pockets for an eternity, not only at games but just in his day to day life, except for on days he gets to spend with you. He doesn’t need luck when you’re there, because he’s already struck gold