#no one look at the backgrounds please and ty

[tabl3]

there's nothing in my head, just these 5 idiots bouncing around like pinballs

(also yet again I worked too hard on this so please reblog lol)

[chaotic-birds]

1-800-red-hoods-gas-station-attendant-service

Your boyfriend's not fond of you pumping your own gas at night, so he insists you don't do it alone.

🩹 G/AUs: fluff, est. relt. 🩹 TW: reader (f) is called beautiful, pretty, princess, baby, doll (i love nicknames okay leave me alone 😭), mentions of blood and fighting 🩹 WC: 1.5k 🩹 A/N: Inspired by this reel (sfw). Just a little fun and easy read 💗 enjoy!

this blog is 18+. minors do not interact. plz & ty! (ageless/minors/blanks blogs will be blocked)

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Ever since Jason caught a group of people trying to rob someone at the gas station a week ago, he’s insisted you not get gas alone—especially at night.

Your arguments fall on deaf ears. He’s put his foot down and covered it in cement. There’s nothing you can say to make Jason change his mind.

“Hey, beau”—grunts—”tiful. Need somethin’?” Jason asks after the fourth ring.

You can faintly hear the sound of fists hitting skin in the background.

“You busy, handsome?” you wonder, eyes glancing at the low fuel light glaring at you. You already know his answer and the real answer before he speaks.

“Nope,” he answers followed by more grunting. “You home from your ladies' night?”

Upon seeing a gas station in the distance, you signal to take the highway's exit ramp.

“Not yet. I called because I’m low on gas and need to get some to make it home. I figured calling you while I pumped—”

“Where are you?” he asks instead, voice slightly strained.

“Near upper west side.”

“Come to the diamond district, and I’ll meet you there.”

You pull into an empty pump station.

“I’m already at a gas station, Jay. Just—”

“It’s not safe.”

“You’re tracking my location and you can hear—”

“It’s not safe to use your phone while getting gas too,” he continues to interrupt.

You heave a sigh and lean back into your seat, unable to stop your eyes from checking your locks. Although you’ve always been weary of pumping gas at night, you try not to be too paranoid. You hate being on edge all the time.

“Please, doll?” he pleads, breathing heavier.

There are curses in the background that don’t sound like Jason. His attackers must not like him much.

“Alright, but hurry. My light’s on,” you say. You sit straighter and shift gears to leave.

“I’m on my way now. Hey, Red Ro—”

The line cuts off, but you figure Jason’s recruiting Tim to take care of his loose ends. You feel bad for taking Jason away from his work, but you don’t want him to be upset with you for getting gas by yourself. He’s not fun when he’s grumpy.

Jason’s sitting comfortably on his motorcycle when you turn into the station.

When he sees your car, he stands and waves. You know there’s a grin behind his helmet.

The gas station is empty except for the convenience store worker. He looks at the vigilante suspiciously from inside.

You park at the station he’s at, turn off the car, and pull the lever that opens the gas tank. You climb out and smile at him, holding your card in one hand.

“Hi there, cutie. You come here often?” you tease.

He chuckles and swiftly pays for the gas before you can. You give him a disapproving look that he ignores.

“Only for you, princess,” he replies.

You put your card away as he takes the pump and untwists the tank’s cap.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, feeling guilty again. You figured he’d come and watch the area, not actually pump your gas for you.

“I don’t mind,” he says. “You can sit back down and jus’ look pretty for me, baby.”

“That makes me sound like a spoiled brat,” you huff but do as you’re told, keeping the door open so you can converse.

Jason leans against your car as he fills your tank.

“Well, you’re only half right. You are spoiled, but that’s the way I like it.”

You shake your head at his reply, but there’s a smile on your face. Truthfully, it’s a little nice to not have to worry about anything—to just let Jason care for you.

Your eyes scan his tall form, taking in his armored-covered body and shiny helmet. You notice a few dark spots on his gloves and clothes that you figure are blood.

“It’s a little funny seeing the Red Hood pump my gas,” you quip as you grin at him.

“What can I say? I’m here to help the citizens of Gotham in any way,” he jokes.

“You have a busy night?” you ask, recalling the phone call from earlier.

“Nothin’ too extreme,” he replies.

When your tank is full, he returns the pump and twists the cap back on.

He moves in front of you, resting one hand on the car’s top while he leans down.

“If it weren’t for that goober watching us like a hawk, I’d give you a kiss,” he says.

“Only a kiss? I’d pull you in the back seat and have some fun,” you say with a flirty smile.

He laughs and lowers his head more. You’re so tempted to kiss him.

“We’ll have fun at home,” he says.

“You’re coming back with me?” you ask, eyes opening wider with hope.

He shakes his head. “Sorry, princess. I still need to go help Tim. I’ll be back soon though.”

“Define soon,” you reply with a slight pout.

Jason drops in a squat so he can take your hands; the act is hidden by your door.

“An hour or two?” he says. “But don’t wait up. It could be longer.”

You nod solemnly.

Jason squeezes your hands, thumbs rubbing your skin tenderly.

“Text me when you get home, ‘kay?” he asks.

“Okay,” you say.

Jason releases your hands to rub your thighs.

“Thank you for calling me,” he adds.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want my boyfriend upset with me,” you huff halfheartedly.

Jason squeezes your legs.

“Just want ya safe, doll.”

“I know,” you sigh and place your hands over his.

“I better get going,” he says and reluctantly begins to pull away.

You grab his hands to hold him close.

“Ya know, you might as well just kiss me. I think the worker knows you’re not just here to pump a random Gothamite’s gas.”

Jason chuckles and takes a peek at the window. The worker still looks on, but now with a confused face. When he notices Jason staring, he averts his gaze. Though, Jason knows it won’t last long.

“Fine,” he relents and leans down.

You grin, reaching out to cup his helmet as you kiss the cool material. Of course, it’s not the same as feeling his lips on yours, but the sentiment is felt.

“Love you,” you murmur as you pull away and drop your hands.

Jason sighs longingly. “Love you too, beautiful. See you at home.”

“See you,” you reply.

Jason ends up following you for a while for extra precaution before heading back to his patrol shift. He doesn’t come home for another three hours.

When he does, you’re on the brink of sleep. Still, you turn in his arms so you can snuggle your face against his chest.

“Missed you,” you mumble.

His chest vibrates as he laughs. “You saw me a few hours ago.”

“And what ‘bout it, Todd?” you huff.

He pulls you even closer and rests his head against yours. His body feels so nice. You wish you could stay in his arms for days.

“Nothin’, doll. I missed ya too,” he says in a deep, tired voice.

“Hmph! Thought so,” you reply and carefully lift your head to give him a triumphant smile.

Jason releases an amused puff of air.

“Get some sleep, silly,” he says.

“Kiss first,” you demand, puckering your lips dramatically.

Jason grins and angles his face to give you a tender smooch.

Your lips spread in a grin upon feeling him directly.

When he goes to pull away, you whine in protest and chase after him. You capture his mouth again before he can get too far.

Jason laughs into the kiss, pulling you on top of him. His hands trail up your sides to cup your face. His warmth spreads from your cheeks to your heart.

There’s a dopey, sleepy smile on your face when you pull away.

“God, I love you,” Jason says with the utmost sincerity that squeezes your heart.

“Not as much as I love you,” you sing-song, leaning down to peck his lips.

“Yeah, right,” he chuckles and moves his hands back to your sides. He slides them under your shirt to feel you directly.

Instead of arguing, you lean down to kiss him once more.

“You’re comfy,” you mumble.

He can’t stop the happiness that shows on his face at your words. He gently eases you down by pressing lightly on your upper back and says, “Good. I like you like this.” 

He adjusts his head against his pillow and closes his eyes, arms holding your body to his like a teddy bear.

“I like being here,” you reply and lay your head on his chest. You love hearing the rhythm of his heart.

You feel him give your head a kiss before he gets settled. It’s not long before his breathing gets steadier, and his arms lax slightly around your body. As you join him in dreamland, you realize you’ll never feel safer than in his arms. 

A/N: I have this for my other blog, so I wanted to share it here too: For my “shy/silent” readers, I’ve created a feedback form where you can share your thoughts on my fics in a more anonymous and private way. ^-^

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[norrisainz33]

Volley || OP81

☆ summary: in which oscar is obsessed with his olympic volleyball playing wife

☆ pairing: oscar piastri x olympic!reader

☆ fc & warnings: jordan thompson + pinterest & none

☆ requested: yes! thank you for the oscar and volleyball suggestion 🤍

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oscarpiastri: one last little trip before my gorgeous wife (god i love saying that) heads to paris! good luck champ 🧡

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user1: when will it be my turn

user2: they’re the cutest newly weds i hate it (i love it)

landonorris: let’s gooooo mrs piastri!!!!

ynpiastri: thank you lan 🥹

nicolepiastri: i’m so proud of you y/n/n!

ynpiastri: love you mama p 🤍

ynpiastri: thank you for the best getaway. see you soon my love 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: i’ll be waiting with open arms 🤍

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ynpiastri: reporting live from paris!!! ready for my first ever olympics with the best team i could ever ask for. let’s get it girls 💪🏻

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user3: my god she’s gorgeous

user4: hit that ball!! or whatever it is you do in volleyball idk i love you and hope you win

lewishamilton: you got this 💪🏻

ynpiastri: thank you lew 🤍

user5: never watched volleyball before but you know darn well im tuning in for mrs piastri 🗣️

mclarenf1: sending love from the mtc

alexandrasaintmleux: good luck pretty girl

ynpiastri: says the prettiest girl

oscarpiastri: yes, that first picture is my phone background now! thank you!

ynpiastri: you’re so cute stop 🥹

landonorris: he’s telling the truth i saw it

texts between you and oscar

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teamusa: and just like that, our girls are headed to the next round! USA’s volleyball teams sweeps France to move onto the quarterfinals 💪🏻🇺🇸

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user8: Y/N SPOTTING

ynpiastri: could not be more proud of this team 😭

user24: we could not be more proud of you y/n

yourbff: AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU MS GIRL

logansargeant: ayooo let’s goooo!!

user12: logan being here is so important to me ok

user18: loscar crumbs 🥲

oscarpiastri: that’s my wife 🗣️

user22: we know buddy, no one’s tryna take her

oscarpiastri: absolutely incredible match! so proud of everyone on this team

user65: oscar supporting everyone not just his girl is so wholesome

user66: oscar is the politest cat, making sure he compliments everyone

user88: america 🇺🇸 🦅🇺🇸

user24: came for y/n, staying bc i know love volleyball

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oscarpiastri: it’s missing y/n o’clock so enjoy some photos from our honeymoon. the gold medal match is tomorrow so i expect you all to tune in!

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user13: ty for reminding me i’m single

user14: mans is obsessed with his wife

landonorris: down bad o’clock i see

maxverstappen1: oh let him be! you’ll understand one day

oscarpiastri: what max said !!!

landonorris: okok i get it, i don’t know what it’s like to be a husband or whatever

ynpiastri: and when i say i miss you more?

oscarpiastri: brb hopping on a plane to paris

mclarenf1: oscar you have a race tomorrow

ynpiastri: pretty please admin

mclarenf1: who’s gonna drive the car then?

ynpiastri: zak!

mclarenf1: 🥹 be for real y/n/n

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oscarpiastri: how do you manage to always look so beautiful???

ynpiastri: osc 😭 you’re too sweet

oscarpiastri: never too sweet for you

landonorris: who’s your teammate 👀

ynpiastri: off limits norris

landonorris: you never let me have any fun y/n

ynpiastri: for good reason!!!

yourbff: you are glowing

user13: our favorite olympian fr

user22: i’ll be watching and screaming for mrs piastri like my life depends on it

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oscarpiastri: y/n “gold medalist” piastri. that’s it, that’s the post

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user44: yayyayayyayayaay !!!!!!

carmenmundt: my favorite volleyball star

georgerussell63: mine too!

logansargeant: RAHHHH AMERICA 🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸 (did i do it right?)

ynpiastri: yes 🤍

user2: AHAHA LOGAN

user3: he’s one of us

user66: my mom won her first gold medal not long after my dad won his first grand prix 🥹 oh i love them

landonorris: DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING CROM HERE?!

ynpiastri: omg that was you?

user4: i love their friendship

mclarenf1: congratulations mrs piastri!!!

nicolepiastri: that’s our girl! what an incredible moment 🧡

user88: so proud so proud

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oscarpiastri: my gold medal baby is home

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user18: husband oscar content 😭

landonorris: thank goodness, i couldn’t handle you crying about missing her anymore

ynpiastri: u were crying abt missing me too you muppet

landonorris: your point?

ynpiastri: glad to be back with you my boy 🤍

oscarpiastri: glad you’re back but i’m already looking forward to the next olympics!! i love seeing my girl succeed

logansargeant: a bunch of simps 🤭

user19: if my partner doesn’t post me like this i don’t want it

user22: @.my partner take notes 🗣️

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a/n: another installment of the olympic reader! as always thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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[julsvu]

damian al ghul wayne dating hcs

tags. fluff, no angst :3 also my first damian work yipee!

i feel like this boy has a TON of drawings dedicated to you, or is you. like, your favorite food, animal, etc.

one time, he tried challenging his artistic skills by using ONLY your favorite color on one painting

it’s still his favorite painting

his hands literally have muscle memory on how to draw you 😭

speaking of muscle memory, i feel like he’d be the type to really memorize your face, every contour and line of it. while you’re not looking, he’s memorizing how your face is sculpted

very, very chivalrous. a rare trait we see from men these days

he’ll always open doors for you, pull out your chair, and always walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street.

despite his rich background, i feel that he isn’t the type to always shower you in gifts, rather, he gives you gifts that actually has meaning to them, rather than just buying you random luxury.

for example, you mention this one thing you’ve wanted ONCE, he buys it for you secretly, and you spot it outside of your doorstep a day later 😭

the type to be protective, but he’s not SMOTHERING you with his protective tendencies, if ykwim

he’s just hyper-aware when the both of you are in a public space together; you get one bad look at someone? he’s already thinking of countless of curses at the person.

he’s def not big on public displays of affection, but, he’s a HUGEE softie in private

if you tease him about it, he’ll give you a side-eye and definitely deadpan at you

i feel like he’d love dates with shooting ranges, just to test each other’s skills

he’s really competitive though

so when you beat him, he finds himself falling harder for you

his brothers say that his eyes never looked so bright until he met you

© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!

[satorusugurugurl]

If this request makes you uncomfortable or isn’t something you want to write, I apologize and please ignore my request!

Heyy! I was wondering if I could request a satoru x reader x Suguru smut? With like, some bdsm mixed in yk. Tying reader up, satoru is a tease, and likes to make her squirm and ask questions he know she can’t answer because Suguru is fucking her throat. But Suguru is mean. Mean and tougher than satoru. He tells satoru to stop being so gentle with you, that not only do you deserve rough treatment but you like it. And satoru listens to him, of course. I just want them to run through me like a train😞

Also same mean geto anon (again lol) I’m gonna just sign off w an emoji now :3 -🍭

Hi Anon!

This isn't my cup of tea, it's my FUCKING jam!!

Summary: Gojo and Geto had been on a two-week-long mission, which hadn't gone as smoothly as Suguru wanted. He was pent-up and frustrated. So, of course, Gojo called you to warn you it might not be a good idea to come over. You, of course, did not heed his warning. The second you get home, you realize that you were screwed.

Word Count: 3,706

Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, oral sex, so much sex, degradation, teasing, the smuttiest of smut

A/N: Good God, Satoru x Reader x Suguru is my weakness!! I put my whole heart into this. Geto Suguru, teacher AU, is my kryptonite!

Part Two

She Likes it Like That

“Y/N babe,” Gojo said in a hushed whisper, “you probably shouldn't come home tonight.”

You cocked an eyebrow, looking away from the first year's training. “I'm sorry, did you just tell me not to come home. . .to our apartment?” The world ‘our’ came out like acid.

Gojo sighed overdramatically. “Don't say it like that. I'm trying to save you! Suguru is in such a bad mood.” You listened to him walking around. “I sighed out loud when I noticed the last of my mochi was gone. Fuck you for that, by the way, and do you know what he said to me?” You pinched at the bridge of your nose, waiting for the rant to continue. “He told me to shut the fuck up! For sighing!”

“What did you do to piss him off? Oh, and just an FYI, I bought you more mochi, asshole.”

“Oh—” silence, “thank you-I’m sorry, please don't return it.”

“Satoru! Forget about the mochi. What happened to Sugu?”

The mission your partners were sent on did not go as planned. Their hotel had flooded; it was not like they had time to consider sleeping. The higher-ups sent them to an abandoned mountainside village full of cursed spirits. Poor Suguru had to swallow dozens for nearly two weeks. Gojo had enough; he couldn't stand the pained expression on his face as he gagged the last spirit down. So he decided to Hollow-Purpled the entire village.

The second they got back, the higher-ups scolded the hell out of them. Chastising them, complaining that they didn't do a good enough job. After all their hard work, the time they spent away from home, from you. Those bastards dared to complain about their hard work. It sent Suguru into a terrible mood, one that was bound to end with either a fight or someone getting fucked into the mattress.

One thing about Suguru was that when he was pissy, things felt out of his control. He needed to take control back. Which meant he wanted to have sex. He would be rough, really rough, tying either you or Satoru up, not letting you go until he had calmed down. Or if one of you was fucked too stupid to continue, his eyes focused on the other that wasn't tied up.

“So please, just stay with Ieiri tonight. I'm going to lock myself in my room. Last time he was this pissed off, the both of us were so sore we couldn't move.”

“Ugh, fuckin’ whatever.” This whole situation wasn't fair. You hated how your boyfriends were mistreated.

“Yeah, just stay the—oh, hi Suguru.” There was a shuffling in the background. “No, I wasn't talking shit.” Satoru nervously laughed. “Look, Sugu—no, put down the rope—”

“Toru?” Panic for your boyfriend sank into your stomach.

“Hey! Wait a second—Sugu—”

Before any other indication of what was happening came through the receiver, the other line cut off. So you quickly yelled to the students you had to leave and took off. By the time you made it, you were breathless from running and realized that in your panic, you left your keys at work.

You picked up the spare key hidden under the doormat. Just as you were about to unlock the door, it flew open. You slowly blinked, looking up at a very irritated Suguru. The man radiated gloom and tension. He was in his sweatpants, and his hair was tied in a messy bun, and, dear God, he looked pent up.

“Why the fuck are you using the spare key?”

“I-I uh—”

“Ooooh~ there she is~!” a hand gently rested against Suguru’s shoulder as Satoru peered down at you from behind your dark-haired boyfriend. “There's our girl!”

It only took a moment to see that Satoru mirrored Suguru’s frustration and anger. Oh fuck. The key fell from your hand as you took a step back. Suguru was demanding and rough when he was pent up. Satoru, on the other hand, was a tease. He liked pushing you, making you cry. Both of them being in a pissy mood simultaneously, this was a nightmare for you.

“Y-You, I thought you were in trouble!”

“Oh yeah, no.” Suguru’s soured face slowly twisted into a smirk as Satoru licked his lip. “But you~?” Suguru’s hand darted out, grabbing you by the front of your shirt, preventing you from moving further back. “You're royally fucked.” Before you even had a chance to respond, Suguru and Satoru grabbed you, yanking you inside.

“Awe~” Satoru hummed as he trailed his kiss up the bare thighs he lay between. “Look at you~ trying to clamp your thighs shut.” Gojo’s fingers were buried deep inside of you. Finger fucking you to the edge of yet another orgasm he would deny. “But you can't, can you~? Suguru’s got you all tied to the bed, spread out for us to use you.” A muffled moan escaped you. “Huh? What was that princess? You gotta use your big girl words.” Satoru tilted his head, cupping his free hand around the back of his ear. “Oooh! That's right, you can't talk when getting your throat fucked.”

You gagged as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat. He was quiet, his eyes shut in concentration. He looked so fucking hot, so focused on the feeling of your mouth. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he pulled in and out of your mouth, grunting softly as you hollowed your cheeks. But the more Satoru spoke, the more Suguru knitted his eyebrows.

“I bet you want me to stuff your pussy, too, don't you~? You want to be spit-roasted between your two boyfriends?” Your pussy twitched at his words. “Oooh~!! Your cunt just twitched. Is that what our sweet girl wants—”

“Satoru,” Suguru snarled, “shut the fuck up.”

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. Y/N likes it when I tease her.”

Suguru tsked, pulling his thick cock out of your mouth. You gasped and coughed, spit and precum coating your chin. Between your pants and the gasps for air, Suguru went to what you thought would be a head pat. Instead, his fingers tangled in your air with a hard yank, pulling you up to look down at Satoru. His face was flushed, cerulean eyes wide as he looked between his two partners.

“Look at the fucking slutty face she's making.” The grip on your hair tightened. “You think she looks like this because of your pitiful teasing?” A shaky moan escaped you as he tightened his grip harder. “No, she looks like this because this little slut likes it rough.”

Fuck, you wanted more, to run your hands over Suguru’s arms, to grip his cock, urging him to keep fucking your throat. You were desperate to trap Satoru's head firmly between your thighs, forcing him to kiss and lick your clit. Instead, you weakly tugged at the purple restraints tied to both your wrists and ankles. Suguru had set up the rigging underneath the mattress, making it impossible for you to move. Meaning if you wanted his cock back in your mouth or Satoru’s tongue inside of you, you had to wait for them.

What made it more frustrating was the fact that you were completely bare. Not allowing you to hide the way your body reacted to Suguru’s dirty words. He was telling the truth. And the truth was behind your body's reactions. Gojo could see it in the way your tight entrance clenched around his fingers. He could feel your pussy drip around him, your wetness running down his knuckles. Suguru was right; you did like it; no, like wasn't the right word.

You fucking loved it.

Suguru could see the wheels turning in Satoru’s head as his eyes glittered with lust and excitement. “Satoru~ do you finally see it?~” The way Suguru purred his name had Satoru’s cock throbbing. “You see why she came home, even though she knew she’d get fucked?”

“Yeah, yeah, she's a fucking slut.”

“Yeah, she is.” A sharp tug on your head made you yelp. Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow at you. “You want it rough? Want me to fuck your throat so hard you cry, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

Gripping his cock at the base, Suguru slapped his thick meat against your cheek. “That's a good girl. Now open up.” slowly, you opened your mouth to him. Watching your tongue slip out had his tip angry, throbbing red. “Now,” he smeared the beading precum over your bottom lip, “say ah~.”

“Ahh~” The second that sound left your pretty mouth Suguru shoved his cock in your mouth. Your eyes stung as tears filled your eyes.

Satoru’s fingers had stopped their slow movements inside of you. His mouth was dry as he gulped. Suguru had been rough before, but this was a whole new level. His thick fingers wrapped around your Y/H/C hair, holding your head in place. His hips pull back before slamming forward, his ass clenching with the force of each thrust. Blue eyes slowly trailed over to your face. Your eyes were red, big tears slowly down your cheeks, and your throat was fucked. Satoru swore he could see Suguru’s tip bulging in your slender neck.

This was fucking hot. Suguru’s bare back glittered in the low light of the bedroom, a sheen of sweat beaded over his toned muscles. It was like watching a god fuck a mortal Suguru radiated a dominating power as he watched their girlfriend choke and gag on his cock. Satoru’s cock was so hard it fucking hurt. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft, jerking it slowly as he leaned down, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs.

The gentle kisses had you sighing contently around Suguru’s cock. Looking over his shoulder, Suguru sighed as he watched Satoru. His pink tongue was stuck out, gently teasing your damp folds. The sensation had you sighing around his dick, and that was not what he needed right this fucking second. Suguru wanted more; he needed it to relieve the tension in his shoulder. But that relief, the release he needed, wouldn’t happen, with Satoru teasing you like he loved to do.

“Satoru,” Suguru's voice was rough, “I just told you Y/N likes it rough.”

“Uh-huh~” Satoru’s voice was muffled as his face buried in your pussy, making you whine around the cock buried in your mouth.

“You’re not being rough enough.” Satoru pulled back, making you whine in protest. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to come down here and eat Y/N’s pussy while I get my dick sucked?”

“No.” The cocky smile that was beginning to form on Satoru’s face was suddenly gone as Suguru reached his free hand down, wrapping his fingers in soft white hair. “I want you to fucking eat her cunt out like you fucking hate her.” Your eyes rolled back as Satoru was slammed back down into your pussy. The moan that left his mouth vibrated just right against our clit, making you cry out. “Ah~ fuck yes.” Your cries vibrated around Suguru’s cock, just the way he wanted. “That’s it, Satoru, keep it up.”

“Mmmmph.” Finally, having a picture of how Suguru wanted him to act, Satoru found himself motivated. Again, it might be because his boyfriend was tugging and pulling at his sensitive hairline. Yeah, that was motivating him. Fuck you like he hated you, he could do that. He was just as pent-up as Suguru was.

Fingers slammed inside your pussy, fucking in and out of your tight hole with a force and speed that had you crying out in pleasure. Your moans felt so fucking good, and the more you opened your mouth to cry, the deeper Suguru fucked your throat. He hit the back over and over again, his hand pressing firmly against Satoru’s head, pushing him harder against your clit. The two of you moaned while your mouths were being used; the sounds of whimpers, squelches, and gagging were like a symphony to Suguru’s ears.

Out of all the ways for him to relieve his stress, this was by far his favorite.

“Hah—fuck keep that up, Satoru, bring her right to the edge, then stop. I want her cumming with both of us inside of her. Fucking her so rough she has to call out of work tomorrow and Friday.” The thought of that had you pulling on your restraints. “Oooh oh, you like that? You like knowing the two of us will make sure you can’t walk or talk tomorrow?” Your muffled moans were quickly molded into gags as Suguru roughly fucked your face. “Yeah, you fucking do, you nasty little slut.”

Your mind was spinning as you felt yourself climbing closer and closer to your orgasm. The room was so hot and reeked of sex. It was all you could do not to allow yourself to cum right then and there. Satoru could feel it, the way your little swollen clit throbbed against his tongue, how your walls clamped down on his fingers. He wanted to send you over the edge. He was close to following you as he fucked his hips helplessly into the mattress, wishing it was your wet pussy instead.

One orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it? You had been so good to them, allowing the duo to drag you into the house, strip you in the entryway, and tie you to the bed. Plus, on top of all that, they had left you alone for two weeks. You had to rely on that stupid vibrator Suguru insisted on allowing you to keep. That stupid toy was nothing compared to his tongue. Which was probably why he was bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm in under three minutes.

Yeah, he was going to let you cum.

Curling his fingers up into your g-spot, Satoru fucked you as fast as his wrist would allow. Suguru instantly knew what was happening. From the way your eyes shut to how loud you were moaning around him, you were seconds away from cumming. If he was in a better mood, he might have allowed it to happen. Unfortunately, he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Stop.” Suguru scolded, pulling Satoru away from your dripping sex.

Both you and Satoru made disapproving groans as your orgasm slowly faded out of sight. “Doesn’t she deserve a treat? She’s been so good!” Satoru whined, licking your juices off his lips.

“I agree. Y/N does deserve a reward. But you need to give it to her in the roughest way that you can.” Suguru pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. “Look at it this way. We get to blow off the steam while we make up for making her play with herself for two weeks.”

“Huh?” Those words struck a different chord in Satoru, and his cock twitched.

“Y/N, sweetheart, how often would you say you played with yourself when we were gone.”

You swallowed at the air greedily. “I don’t know, seven, maybe eight times.” Both your boyfriends shuddered, hearing the hoarseness of your voice.

“And out of all of those times, did you cum as hard as you do with us.”

“Not at all. They were all baby orgasms.”

Suguru shut his eyes, nodding his head. “See, Satoru, not only does our little slut like us rough and demanding, but we have to make up for those eight little orgasms.” When the dark-haired man looked back at Satoru, he saw a flash of white before your scream of shock and please bounced off the walls.

Suguru’s eyes were slightly wide as his brain tried to catch up with what his eyes had just witnessed. What he saw was Satoru balls deep inside of you. His thrusts were sloppy and needy, and fuck you looked as stunned as Suguru. One second you had been empty, pussy craving a cock deep inside of it from the denied orgasm. In the blink of an eye, Satoru was fucking into you more brutal than he’d ever fucked you before.

“I fucking told you, that toy was nothing compared to us.” Satoru snarled against the crook of your neck, digging his teeth into the sensitive skin. “Fucking stupid toy, not pleasing my girl.”

“Oh my—fuck, holy fuck!” You cried out, mouth wide open. Giving Suguru the perfect opportunity to get back to fucking your throat. The bittersweet taste of pre-cum had your mouth watering. He returned to the brutal pace he was in several minutes again.

“She needs that Satoru. What if we get sent on another long mission? She’s just supposed to suffer?” The thought of that had Suguru tilting his head, bangs falling in front of his eye. “You know what, I think you might be on to something. If we take her toy away, then we’d have to fuck her even harder the next time we get home.”

Satoru’s teeth sank harder into your neck as the tip of his cock slammed almost too hard into your cervix, making you scream around Suguru. “Exactly. Let me use reversal red on it, Y/N, please, baby.” You started to shake your head in a desperate plea to let you keep it. But Suguru’s cock in your throat made it impossible to do so. “What was that? Oh, right, you have your mouth full.” His lips moved against your pulse as his fingers dug into your hips. “Guess we’ll just have to say the way your clamping down on my cock is a yes in our book.” Your eyes darted up to Suguru, who had bought you the toy, for help.

“Mhmm fuck, yeah, I’m pretty sure she just hummed an ‘uh-huh’ around my cock.”

You wanted to argue, to fight against this rash decision, but you felt so good it was almost impossible to care. You were screaming around Suguru’s cock. Tears streaming down your face, leaving behind trails of mascara. They were both being so mean and rough. God, it was so fucking good. Who cared about a clit sucker when your throat and pussy were being fucked into next week.

“She’s close.” Satoru cried out, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh fuck she’s hugging my cock so tight I’m going to explode Suguru.”

With blurry eyes, you glanced up at Suguru. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes shut tight. “I know, oh fuck I know, I’m so close, Satoru, don’t fuckin’ stop, make her cum, make her cum so hard.” Both his hands grabbed your face fucking your throat roughly as Satoru cried out, his hand pressing roughly on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

That was all that you needed. You cried out, squirting all over Satoru’s crotch, abdomen, and the mattress. Your orgasm set a domino effect between your boyfriends. Suguru followed behind you, his body hunched over you, his hands gently squeezing your head as he filled your mouth full of his thick cum. You weakly tried swallowing all of it, but that was somewhat difficult as Satoru extended your orgasm.

His thumb continues to rub your clit until his face scrunch up, mouth open in a feral growl. Satoru's orgasm hit him like a punch in the gut. He fucked all three of you harder, closer to oblivion. The headboard slamming against the wall as the restraint dug into your wrists was the only thing grounding you to remain on Earth. Satoru didn’t let up on the rough thrusts until he felt his cum dripping around his cock onto the bed.

The throbbing pain in the back of your throat, deep inside of your pussy was all the confirmation you needed that your boyfriends had fulfilled their promise. Never in your life had you been fucked so roughly. But it was a pain that you warmly welcomed.

After coming down, Suguru was the first to move gently. The rough hands that had been holding you in a vice gently held you as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth. “Lay down.” His gruff, gentle voice whispered as he helped rest you against a pillow.

“Oh fuck—“ Satoru lifted his head off your shoulder, “I haven’t cum that hard in a while.” He was so slow, pulling out of you, grimacing as you cried out. “Sorry, fuck I’m sorry, baby.”

You shut your eyes, listening to Satoru getting out of bed. You could hear water running in the bathroom as gentle fingers began undoing your restraints. “You did such a good job, Y/N,” Suguru whispered. “Such a good girl for us.” His praise had you humming happily as he made quick work of the rest of the ropes.

“Suguru, let’s order in, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

The next half hour was a blur of warm happiness. Satoru helped wash your body in a bubble bath before Suguru joined you, kneeling next to the tub, lovingly stroking your face and hair. After you were cleaned up, your hair brushed, and pajamas on. You crawled into your bed with fresh sheets and relaxed. Satoru and Suguru fluffed your pillows and brought you a cup of tea for your raw throat. When your dinner arrived, the three of you sat in bed together to eat as a B-grade horror movie played on the television.

After eating, Satoru left to throw out the take-out containers. “Mmm, thank you for letting us do all that,” Suguru said as he crawled into bed after his shower. “That mission, it was rough.”

“I’m always happy to help.” Your voice cracked, making Suguru frown. “Stop frowning,” you flicked his forehead. “I like it rough.”

The bed dipped, and Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist. “Y/N can handle it. She is dating the two strongest, after all.” Both you and Suguru scoffed, relaxing in the growing silence. “Oh, by the way, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You yawned, snuggling into Suguru’s chest as he turned the bedside lamp off.

“Did you bring home my mochi?”

In the dark of the room, you heard a thump and Satoru’s whine before Suguru pulled the three of you closer to him. “Satoru shut the fuck up about the mochi.”

[sayoneee]

☆ POISON

“miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you’re dead, that girl is poison” - bell biv devoe (2.2k)

contains: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite! reader. acquaintances to friends to secretish lovers. silena + drew mentions. during tlt.

kashaf’s note: u cant tell me a group of teenagers lived together at summer camp and no one had secret parties. dont @ me for the 90s music references (+ i imagine avantika vandanapu as silena, and momona tamada as drew)

i. and if there was a problem / yo, i'll solve it

“CASTELLAN?” YOU APPROACHED him slowly, tone cautious as if you were speaking to a wounded animal, although in this case, maybe you were, as you reached for his bruised knuckles, remaining persistent, even as he tried to withdraw his hands out of your grasp. “why’d you do that?”

“did i need a reason?” there is a forced jocularity to his words, a well-practiced mask he is never seen without, and you cringe slightly, your gaze catching the grimace that twists his lips. his attempt at a ‘roguish’ grin falls flat, the expression a discordant note against the backdrop of his injuries. luke’s already busted lip splits open, a thin line of crimson carving a river down his chin. he moves to wipe it off the back of his arm, but you’ve already pulled off the bandana tying up your hair (a birthday present from a half-sibling) and begun rubbing at his face.

luke’s eyes widened at the gesture.

despite being tentative acquaintances since your arrival, you’re still annoyed that luke castellan continues to underestimate just how much of his heart he wears on his sleeve — or rather, just how well you manage to see past his facade. his blatant lie hangs in the air, unacknowledged. instead, you deliberately shift your gaze to the purples and blacks that mar his knuckles, setting about wrapping them with your bandana, obscuring the damage.

“i could’ve done that myself,” luke says, amused, his words lightly appreciative. still, at your answering glare, he tosses his hands in the air in surrender as ‘ice ice baby’ continues in the background, uninterrupted, “but thank you, though.”

“i’m no apollo kid, but it’ll do,” you shrug instead of accepting the gratitude, tugging him to his feet, ensuring to grab his uninjured hand, and hauling him outside. 

“you’re no apollo kid, and you decide to take the injured man away from where the apollo kids are actually gathered,” luke muses, once again entertained with himself (was there any other emotion this boy could experience besides amusement?), once the lights of the apollo cabin are so far behind you, neither of you could fully see each other.

“you’ll live,” you say, scowling at him through the darkness, forgetting he couldn’t actually see you.

“and you’re moody for a daughter of aphrodite,” he says, still holding onto your hand as he trails after you.

you stop in your tracks, pinch the bridge of your nose, count to three, and finally turn to luke, who still has his stupidly pleased-with-himself expression on his face. “luke castellan, if you don’t end up dying of some tragic fate or the other i will hunt you down myself.”

“duly noted.”

“holy hera, do you even want to know where i’m taking you?”

“nah, i think the mystery really adds some suspense.”

“that’s it, i give up,” you say, before beginning to drag him back to the apollo cabin, when he plants his feet in the dirt ground firmly, grinning crookedly at you as the moonlight finally shines through the clouds, suddenly bathing him in a luminescent glow.

“nah, c’mon, let’s go to your spot.”

you glare at him, watching how his stupid grin only seems to grow in size, an annoyingly endearing trait. with a sigh, you continued to drag him along, scowling each time he tried to make a quip.

“what if we get to your spot, and i find out this was all just a ploy to murder me?” luke muses out loud, looking thoughtful for once.

“do you seriously believe that if i was gonna murder you, i wouldn’t have done it by now?” you say, pausing when he shrugged in agreement, “we’re here though, whiney baby.” 

luke’s eyebrows rose as he took in the secluded area near the dunes, finally meeting your gaze again. “aw, i can’t believe you just planned out our first date.”

“i seriously don’t know what any of my half-siblings see in you.”

“so you’ve discussed me then.”

“shut up, i dragged you all the way here, because even though i know you like attention, i don’t think you wanted the attention you were getting from punching that poor hephaestus kid in the jaw,” you say shockingly sincerely, startling both yourself and luke.

luke doesn’t say anything, letting what seems like a confession hang in the air, instead, sits down near the water, and rubs a hand across his jaw, watching you as you follow suit, sitting next to him. 

after spending what seems like minutes in silence, watching the waves lap at the shore, luke finally speaks, staring out at the horizon, his tone slightly hollow, and devoid of all things you have come to label as luke castellan, looking eerily similar to the night he had returned from his infamous quest, “heroes aren’t meant to be happy.”

you drew your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your head. “i know — achilles, orpheus, theseus…” you trail off.

“and hercules,” luke adds, almost melancholy. 

“i think i’ve pretty much accepted i’ll die young,” you say, your words coming out in nothing but a whisper despite the two of you being alone.

luke nods in solidarity, lost in thought. “it shouldn’t have to be like this,” he finally says, voice hardening.

ii. talking sweet and looking fine / i get kinda hectic inside

“okay, for this technique, i’ll need a partner,” luke says, looking straight at you. “can you come up here?”

deciding to oblige him, you rolled your eyes good-naturedly, smiling as you joined him in front of the other campers, who had begun whispering when he called out to you. in the crowd, just past your half-siblings looks of shock, you can see the stolls passing around a wad of cash. 

luke addresses the crowd once more, “i need everyone to be paying close attention here, we’ll be demonstrating how to parry, or counterblock for the newcomers.”

as both of you get into position, luke smiles, “don’t forget to go easy on me.”

you laughed, “don’t bet on it, castellan.”

your demonstration ends up feeling like eons, as the two of you continue to dance around each other, parrying and jabbing, and lunging, and striking, and parrying. both of you are panting, your faces flushed as you continue, and just when it seems like you have the upper hand, luke side steps, and easily parries your finishing blow, disarming you in the process.

you laugh as you yield, loving the exhilaration from the fight, but when the two of you face the campers once more, more than half of the crowd is slack-jawed. 

luke, ever the showman, can’t resist a grin, “not only was that your lesson to not underestimate aphrodite cabin, but also to show you the level we’re trying to get you guys to. now, partner up and spread out.”

before you can turn back to address luke again, drew is suddenly at your side. 

“what the fuck was that?” drew hisses, grasping your elbow and leading you away from the training session in full swing, pulling you into your cabin, where silena sits on your bed (still in her armor), clearly awaiting this impromptu confrontation.

“what was what?” you choose to feign innocence, examining your nails before glancing up to see the twin expressions of horror on both silena and drew’s faces. 

“do not act dumb,” drew eyes you coolly, “it’s so beneath you.”

“i’m not acting dumb,” you rolled your eyes at the both of them.

“yes you —”

“you and castellan,” silena interjects, “we want details, now.”

“what details even are there to give?”

silena grabs drew’s arm, pulling her back from apparently nearly pouncing on you. 

drew rolls her eyes at the hand on her arm, and then focuses on you, “you’re literally our next head counselor and you and castellan had never so much looked at each other until this week and now he’s asking you to help demonstrate training techniques, like hello?”

silena snapped her fingers in agreement, “c’mon, you can’t deny that something didn’t happen.”

“nothing did,” you crossed your arms across your chest.

“you know what,” drew says, “if you wanna be like this fine. come find me when you finally decide to — i don’t know — talk to your sisters?” she storms out of the cabin, leaving you alone with silena, who sighs, gives you an apologetic look and goes after drew. 

“well, that was a shit show.”

you whirl around to see your head counselor standing at the entry of the cabin, poised as ever, not a hair out of place as she stood, examining her manicure, looking bored, as usual. 

“couldn’t agree more,” you sigh, sitting on your bed, head in your hands. 

your head counselor takes a seat beside you, “look, i don’t care for whatever petty drama just unfolded, you’ll get over it, daughters of aphrodite and all,” she waves a hand in the air, “— but for now, we have more pressing issues. i’m gonna leave for college soon, and the entire cabin knows you’re my successor.”

you nod as she paused, meeting your gaze, and you can’t help but examine the perfect shape of her eyeliner, scanning her entire picture-perfect face in an attempt to discern her mood.

“i don’t care whatever it is you have going on with castellan, but you need to complete the rite of passage, before you become head counselor.”

“the rite of passage?” you asked, having only heard the phrase in hushed conversations around camp, the knot in your stomach tightening as she continued.

“no child of aphrodite is a true child of aphrodite without having broken their first love’s heart,” is all she offers as an explanation, completely straight-faced. “castellan is perfect for your rite of passage.”

your eyebrows furrow as you consider her words, and with a final nod, and gentle squeeze of your arm, she leaves you with both her legacy and your mother’s legacy in your hands. 

“oh, and before i forget, whoever doesn’t do it always ends up cursed.”

iii. now let me pray to keep you from / the perils that will surely come

luke’s shoulder brushing against yours has turned out to be extremely distracting, and now you can understand why your cabin is more notorious for breaking hearts, rather than falling in love. you can’t seem to focus on anything except how close his hand is to yours, even the golden hue of the fire or the sing-alongs can’t divert your attention. 

the distance between the two of you grows imperceptibly smaller when luke suddenly clears his throat, on the verge of saying something, when a twig snaps behind the two of you, causing you to jump apart and look at the intruder. 

annabeth is standing behind the two of you, looking faintly apologetic, but also terrified. “sorry if i interrupted you guys,” she offers, rubbing her arm.

you share a glance with luke, nodding at him. “you weren’t — luke can always talk to me later,” you say, offering her your trademark smile.

annabeth nodded, “thank you,” as luke gently squeezed your hand before getting up to comfort her.

“don’t thank me, sweetheart.”

you’re at your usual spot when luke rejoins you, running a hand through his curls. “sorry,” he says, “someone left a spider in athena cabin, and no one could kill it.”

you chuckled, “if it wasn’t a total accident, i’d bet money it was travis and connor.”

the corner of his mouth quirks up at the mention of his siblings, “i think you’re spending too much time around them to pick up on their habits.”

“or maybe, i’m spending too much time around you,” you offer, smirking at him, trying to ignore the funny feeling in your chest as he smiles genuinely at you.

“i like to say i’m an acquired taste,” luke shrugs, sneaking a glance at you as you laugh at him. 

“i think i’ve acquired that taste,” you say, without thinking, before realizing how phenomenally stupid that sounded.

luke smiled widely, “y’know, if you weren’t a daughter of aphrodite, i would’ve told you how corny that was —” you shoved him here, “— ow, let me finish, but i actually am really glad to hear that.”

“no wonder,” you smirked, “i can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest.”

“okay, look who’s confident all of a sudden.”

you shut him up with a soft kiss that has him seeing stars. 

iv. i know what’s weighing on your mind / you can be sure i know my part

“again, what the hell is going on with you and castellan?” silena asks one early morning before breakfast, birds chirping as she’s lining her eyes with kajal, glancing at the mirror in her hand as she sits at the top of her bed.

“nothing.”

“i literally saw you guys making out and had to scrub my eyes out with soap,” drew adds, looking extremely disgusted at the thought of relieving that experience, as she paints a fresh coat of nail polish. 

“fine, you’re right,” you concede, curling your eyelashes. 

“don’t you have to do the rite of passage, though?” drew asks, pausing to look up at you.

“i’m not doing the rite of passage,” you say slowly, setting the eyelash curler down on the vanity.

“excuse me?” your head counselor has her hands on her hips, the annoyed expression on her face marring her perfect features, towering over you as she stands in front of your bed.

“i said, i’m not doing the rite of passage,” you enunciate, looking up at her, maintaining eye contact.

the temperature of the cabin seemed to drop ten degrees, and for a minute or so, your stare remained unbroken until she shrugged. “your decision... but don’t say i didn’t warn you,” before dramatically whirling around and heading to the pavilion.

silena gave you a look as drew arched her brow, and you simply shrugged in response.

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[okwonyo]

putting a ribbon on their biceps trend.

ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 ♡ femreader & requested! fluff established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship pet-names 0.5k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung would wear the ethereal smile of his when you bring the idea up, as the big fans of trend from this silly social media: he'd try to discreetly make the thought of doing it reach your head by making allusions to it, “oh look at that ribbon!” (you'd see right through him). he'd barely be able to stay still as you tie the ribbon around his biceps, his already short sleeves rolled and his beautiful skin exposed to the work. “show my face,” he tells you while you film— excited to be showed off on your account.

jongseong would have his eyes widen, flabbergast taking all over him as you sit next to him and roll up his sleeves; “wow.. why so eager, princess?” he'd tell you with a flirty smile and you'd stop in your motion, giving him a ‘shut up, idiot’ look perfectly accompanied with a charming smile of yours. he'd let you do your thing, enjoying whatever you are enjoying as-well. he'd just sit there and flex his biceps when you tell him to..

jaeyun would bite down his lips, enthusiasm washing all over him: both because you want to do a coupe trend with him and because he loves to show off what he worked so hard on to achieve. he'd even start flexing his biceps as soon as you start to tie the fabric around his muscle. “give it a kiss, so the mark would stain” he'd tell you before you start recording. unable to keep it any longer, you'd hear his giggles with lana del rey in the background.

sunghoon would feel himself to the maximum, with they way he loves to show his biceps at whenever chance he gets— and, because he has never dreamed of anything but doing trends with you. he is the type of boyfriend to flex his biceps so much, the ribbon would break; therefore the end of the video would show sunghoon laughing, a bit blurry, still, as you move the camera to his face.

seonwoo would be a tiniest bit taken aback when you start to tie the ribbon around his biceps— but it's not like he wouldn't be used to your weird antics already. nonetheless, he'd still be a bit curious of what the reason of this might be, “what does that even mean?” he'd ask you, fingers tips brushing against the pink fabric, “it's a trend, we are supposed to put a ribbon around what is ours” he'd flush as soon as the words leaves your mouth ><

jungwon would surprise you with the knowledge of the trend, already rolling up his sleeves when he sees you coming with the ribbon— he'd wear a smile that screams ‘i have been waiting for this’. if you feel like being teasing and humbling him a bit, which you would, you'd ignore him and put it in your hair. “oh, please,” he'd say with his hands appearing on your waist while you stand next to his sitting self. you'd end up sitting on his laps, tying another ribbon around his biceps.

riki would enjoy having a ribbon; he wouldn't know if it's because it's cute or just because you are the one putting it on his biceps.. ^^' seeing that he likes it, you'd end up putting ribbons all over him: hair strands, biceps, even might as-well wrap one around his tiny waist. and, with a content smile on his face, he wouldn't complain about it all.

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[syluslnd]

SYLUS X READER WHO ALSO DRIVES A SPORTBIKE JUST LIKE HIM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The yamaha r7 in black is so prettyyyyy and I can just imagine reader impressing Sylus with it 😫😫

Imagine they go racing together in the streets of the N109 zone, or sometimes she offers to give him a ride on her motorbike instead, or maybe one day she crashes her motorbike and scrapes her knee and he helps her back up 🥺🥺 ROARRRR THE IDEASSSSS HEHEHEIALWMWN

TY X

when you and sylus are riding together but you fall off of your bike

You hit the pavement hard, a sharp jolt running through your body as your bike—your precious Yamaha R7—skidded to a stop a few feet away. The sound of the metal scraping against the ground was like nails on a chalkboard and pain radiated from your lip and knee, but all you could think about was the bike. You tried to get up, wincing as you put weight on your injured leg.

Before you could even take a step, the roar of an engine cut through the noise of your spinning thoughts. Sylus was already there, his own bike coming to a screeching halt beside you. His helmet was off in a second, eyes wide with a mix of shock and concern.

“sweetie are you okay?!” His voice was rough, filled with panic as he knelt by your side, his hands already reaching out to check your injuries. But instead of answering, your gaze drifted past him to your bike, sprawled out on the ground.

“My bike” you muttered, your voice shaky. “Is it okay?”

Sylus’s eyes narrowed, disbelief flashing in them as he glanced from your face to the blood dripping from your lip, to the scraped skin on your knee, and then to the bike. “Are you serious right now? You’re bleeding and you’re worried about the damn bike?”

You tried to laugh, though it came out more like a wince. “It’s my baby, Sylus.”

He cursed under his breath, his hands gently cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes softened, filled with an intensity that made your heart skip. “and you’re my baby” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your busted lip, careful not to press too hard. “Forget the bike. I’m worried about you.”

Your breath hitched at the tenderness in his voice. Sylus wasn’t one to show vulnerability easily but in this moment, all his usual bravado was gone, replaced by raw concern.

“I’m fine” you tried to insist but he shook his head, his gaze locking onto yours.

“You’re not fine” he said firmly, his hands still holding you steady. “You’re bleeding and you’re in shock. Stop pretending you’re okay for five seconds.” His hand moved down to rest on your injured knee and the gentle pressure made you hiss in pain. Sylus’s jaw clenched at the sound, his eyes darkening with worry.

He stood up, pulling you to your feet with him, careful to support your weight so you didn’t put too much pressure on your injured leg. His arms circled around you, steadying you, and the warmth of his body against yours made your pulse quicken.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe” he murmured, his voice softer now. His touch was delicate, as if afraid he might hurt you further. “We can deal with the bike later.”

Despite the pain, you found yourself smiling up at him, appreciating the rare moment where his usual tough exterior gave way to something more tender. “You’re really worried about me, huh?” you teased, though your voice was softer, touched by the depth of his concern.

Sylus sighed, his lips quirking into a half-smile. “Of course I am kitten. You think I’m just going to let something happen to you?”

His words hit deeper than you expected and for a moment, all the pain faded into the background. You leaned into him, grateful for his presence, for the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

As you limped toward his bike, Sylus kept an arm around you, still muttering about how reckless you were. But every now and then, his gaze would soften again, lingering on your face like he was afraid to let you out of his sight.

And despite the busted lip, the bloody knee and the concern for your bike, all you could feel was the warmth of his care wrapping around you like a blanket.

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Five Minutes | Han Jisung

ᑉ³pairing; sub! han x dom Reader

ᑉ³genre; Smut

ᑉ³warnings; SMUT MDNI,Dom reader, sub Han, dirty talk, swearing, fingering, oral ( f reciving), p in v sex, overstimulation, Smut. SMUTTT minors do NOT interact

ᑉ³Authors Note; Last day of kinktober collab <3 ty ty ty so much for reading. Unedited so please let me know if somethings wrong.

Part of the kinktober collab with @dandelions-143 Kinktober masterlist

The clock ticked softly in the background as you sat at your desk, fully immersed in your work. A deadline loomed overhead, and you were determined to finish everything before the night ended. Your fingers flew across the keyboard, each click pulling you closer to the finish line—until a familiar presence crept into the room.

“Baaabe…”

Han’s voice was a low, drawn-out whine, the kind that tugged at your heartstrings but also made you want to sigh in frustration. You didn’t even need to look up to know what was coming next.

“I’m busy, Han,” you said, trying to keep your tone firm. “This deadline isn’t going to finish itself.”

“But I’m so bored…” His voice came closer, and before you knew it, his hands were resting on your shoulders, thumbs gently massaging your tense muscles. “You’ve been working for hours,” he complained, leaning his head against the back of your chair.

You exhaled sharply, pausing your typing just long enough to glance over your shoulder at him. His pout was in full effect, his bottom lip pushed out in a way that was both childish and undeniably cute. But still—you had work to do.

“I have to finish this,” you said again, turning your attention back to the screen. “I’ll hang out with you after.”

Han let out a dramatic groan, sliding his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on top of your head. “But I want attention now,” he whined, his voice dipping into that soft, sulky tone he used when he was feeling extra clingy.

You stifled a smile, trying to stay focused. “You sound like a five-year-old,” you teased.

He pulled back slightly, but you could still feel his presence hovering behind you. “I do not,” he muttered, though you could hear the playful edge in his voice. “I’m just a man who misses his girlfriend, is that such a crime?”

His hands slid down your arms, fingers grazing your wrists as he gently but persistently spun your chair around to face him. You raised an eyebrow, and Han met your gaze with a smirk. Despite his whiny behavior, there was something undeniably charming about the way he looked at you, a glint of playfulness in his dark eyes.

“Five minutes,” he bargained, holding up his hand. “Just give me five minutes, and then I swear, I’ll let you get back to work.”

You stared at him, trying to gauge how serious he was. “You said that last time, and then five minutes turned into an hour.”

Han grinned sheepishly. “Okay, but this time I really mean it.”

You sighed, knowing full well that you were losing this battle. “Fine. Five minutes. And then no more distractions.”

Without another word, he tugged you up from the chair and pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, his lips brushing lightly against your skin. “I just need you close,” he murmured, his voice softer now, more sincere. “It’s been a long day.”

You softened at his words, leaning into him as his warmth seeped into you. “You’re so needy sometimes,” you whispered, though there was no real bite to the words.

Han chuckled softly, his breath warm against your neck. “Yeah, well, you signed up for this when you agreed to date me.”

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “I didn’t think it meant you’d constantly be distracting me from important work.”

“I’m important work,” he said with a wink, pulling back just enough to look at you. His hands moved to cup your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “Come on, admit it—you’re glad I’m here.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, pretending to think about it. “You’re kind of a distraction… but a cute one.”

For a moment, he just looked at you, his eyes warm and full of affection. Then, with a sly grin, he tugged you down onto the bed, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey!” you protested half-heartedly. “I said five minutes, not a full-on cuddle session.”

“Five minutes of cuddles is what I heard,” Han said, settling you comfortably against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “Besides, you need a break. You’re too tense.”

You wanted to argue, but the truth was that his embrace was already melting away the stress that had been building up all day. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, and you felt yourself relaxing despite your best efforts to stay focused on work.

“Fine,” you mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. “But after this, I really do need to get back to it.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” Han said, though the teasing lilt in his voice made it clear he had no intention of actually letting you go anytime soon.

The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the soft rise and fall of Han’s breathing lulling you into a sense of calm. His hand stroked through your hair, and for a moment, the weight of your deadline seemed far away.

“I’ll let you go in a minute,” he whispered into your ear, his lips brushing your temple. “I just… I like having you close.”

Your heart squeezed at his quiet confession, the vulnerability in his voice so different from his earlier whining.  Han leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. His hand slid up to cup your face, fingers resting lightly against your cheek as he deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate. It wasn’t rushed or demanding—just soft, sweet, and full of affection.

You sighed against his lips, all thoughts of work slipping further from your mind as you melted into the kiss. The way he held you, the warmth of his body against yours, the tenderness of his touch—it was impossible not to get lost in him.

  He pouts, looking at you with those big brown eyes and you can feel yourself melting. "Please, n-n-n...I need it. I need you." his voice is barely above a whisper, but the pleading is clear in his tone.

As his lips brushed yours again, his hands slid down your back, coming to rest on the curve of your waist. He squeezed lightly, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel your resolve weakening with every passing second, your body responding instinctively to his closeness.

"Han," you breathed, the name escaping your lips without conscious thought. It was a plea, a surrender—and you both knew it.

He pulled back, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Yes?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"You're making it very difficult for me to say no," you admitted, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

He laughed softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Then don't say no," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

Your heart fluttered at his words, at the look in his eyes. It was the same look he'd given you the first time he asked you out, the same look that made your knees weak and your head spin. You knew you should resist, that you should pull away and get back to work, but the temptation was too strong.

You start to place kisses on his neck.

His skin was warm under your lips, the faint scent of his cologne filling your senses as you kissed along the column of his neck. You could feel his pulse quickening, his breath catching in his throat as your mouth found the spot just below his ear.

You continued kissing his neck and ears, then started sucking on the base of his neck.

He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as his head tipped back, giving you better access. Your lips moved lower, trailing down the front of his shirt until you reached the top button.You paused, looking up at him through your lashes.

His eyes opened, and the desire burning in them sent a thrill through you.

"Go ahead," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "I won't stop you."

You popped open the first button, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of his bare chest. Your mouth watered as you leaned in to plant a kiss on the newly exposed skin, eliciting another low groan from Han.

"More," he urged, his grip on your waist tightening.

You worked your way down his shirt, taking your time as you revealed his toned torso inch by inch. By the time you reached the last button, he was panting, his eyes hooded with lust. You could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, and the sight sent a rush of heat straight to your core.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking into a smirk.

You nodded, unable to find the words. Instead, you leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his chest, your tongue darting out to taste his skin.

Then you pull back, standing up like nothing happened.

"W-wait. Where are you going?" Han says.

"Back to work." You reply.

"But- but"

"Han.."

"Please- please.. ill.. ill do all the work.. please" he says as he walks towards you and starts kissing your neck.

Your face flushes red. "H-Han.."

"Just.. one round.. please.."

You bite your lip.

"Pleas-e..."

You sigh.

"On your knees," you command, your voice firm and authoritative. He complies immediately, his eyes never leaving yours . You can see the hunger in his gaze and it only makes you want him more.

As soon as he's in position, you remove your shorts, leaving you in your panties. You can already see a wet spot forming, betraying just how turned on you are. You take your time, making a show of taking them off. You're sure he's getting impatient, but it's worth it to see the look of pure desire on his face.

Once they're off, You step closer, your thighs brushing against his face. You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, and it takes everything in you not to moan.

You lean forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair. You tug on his hair, tilting his head back, and he gasps, his eyes wide and dark with lust.

   “What do you want, Han?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

    Han whimpered, his eyes flicking down to your cunt. He licked his lips, his cock twitching in his pants.

    “I want to taste you,” Han begged, his voice trembling. “Please, y/n. I need to taste you.”

"You want to taste me?" you ask, your voice low and husky.

"Yes," he breathes, his voice already sounding wrecked. "Please."

You can't hold back any longer.

"Then do it."

You feel his tongue on you, tentative at first but quickly growing bolder. He explores every inch of you, tasting and teasing, and it's takes all of you to stay standing.

Your hand tightens in his hair, urging him on. He responds with enthusiasm, his tongue dipping inside of you and drawing a moan from your lips.

It's not long before you're trembling, your legs threatening to give out. But you dont want to let him win.

You yawn, feigning boredom as he continues to lick your pussy.

"Are you gonna keep playing games or are you gonna make me cum?"

He moans against your clit, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You bite your lip, struggling to keep up the facade of nonchalance.

You pull back slightly, forcing him to look up at you.

"Are you going to make me cum?" you ask, your voice breathless.

He nods, his eyes glazed with lust. "Yes," he pants. "Yes, I am."

Your grip on his hair tightens and you grind against his mouth, his tongue finding your clit and working it with expert precision.

"Did you forget you had fingers?" you say

"No-no," he replies between licking. "s-sorry"

You let out a sharp gasp as he slips a finger inside of you, curling it just right. You feel a familiar heat pooling in your core, the pressure building as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

   You lean your head back, your eyes closing as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside of you. "That's it, Han," you moan, your voice filled with pleasure. "Just like that."

    He starts to finger you faster, his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease.    "Han," you moan, my voice filled with pleasure. "I'm close. Don't stop."

 He doesn't. He keeps fingering you, his fingers moving faster and faster. You can feel your orgasm building up, your body tensing up as you get closer and closer. You know you wont last much longer.

"Do you deserve my cum, Han?" you asked, your voice dripping with dominance.

 Han whimpered, his eyes pleading. "Yes, pleas..please. I'll do anything for your cum."

You smirked. "Then make me cum, Han. Show me how much you want it."

Han eagerly went back to work, licking and fingering you with renewed vigor. It didn't take long for you to reach your peak, your body trembling with pleasure as you came hard on Han's face. Han eagerly lapped up every drop, savoring the taste of your orgasm.

 But you weren't done with him yet.

 'Good,' You said, your voice softening slightly. 'Now, take everything off.'

    Han hesitated for a moment, but then he began to strip, his movements quick and jerky. You watched him, your eyes taking in every inch of his naked body. You could feel the heat building between you, the tension growing with every passing second.

    When Han was finally naked,you pushed him onto his back.

    "Tell me what you want, Han," You whisper, your lips brushing against his ear.

    "I want you," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to be inside you, n-n-n...please."

   You can feel your own desire building again as you tease him, your fingers tracing circles around his nipples. He let out a soft gasp, his body arching towards you.

    "Please," he begs, his voice trembling. "I can't take it anymore."

    You can see the need in his eyes, the desperation for release. He's on the edge, ready to explode at any moment.

"You've been such a good boy Hannie." You say  wrapping your hand around his cock and starting to stroke him. 

"Thank you," Han gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Now it's time for your reward."

You climbed on top of him and lowered yourself onto his cock, slowly taking him inside you. You both moaned in unison, the feeling of being joined together was almost overwhelming. You began to ride him, moving slowly at first but soon picking up the pace.

Han's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust into you. The sounds of your bodies coming together echoed throughout the room, the two of you lost in a world of pleasure.

The air is filled with the sounds of skin slapping together, the two of you panting and groaning as you move together. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body tensing as the pleasure builds.

   "Fuck," You breathe, your body moving in rhythm with his. "You feel so good, Han."

    "T-Thank you," he cries out, his body moving with yours. "Harder, n-n-n...please."

You obey his request, slamming your hips down harder, making both of you moan. The air is filled with the smell of sweat and sex, the tension is thick.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you know he's close.

"Cum for me, Han," You breathe, your voice husky.

"I-I'm gonna- n-n-n.." he says, pushing his head back.

His hips stutter and you feel him spilling inside of you. The warmth of his cum makes you shiver, and the way his face contorts in pleasure is almost enough to push you over the edge.

almost.

His hands grip your hips as he shudders beneath you.

But you don’t stop there . You keep slamming your hips down on him, riding and riding him. You can feel the pressure building inside of you, and the sound of his groans is driving you wild.

"Please," He whimpers, his eyes pleading. He’s sensitive, having just cum.

"N-n-n.."

"Not yet," You moan, the sound of your bodies slapping together echoing throughout the room.

"I-I can't, n-n-n...please!"

The sight of him beneath you, the feeling of him inside of you is too much.

“A-ah… Fuck.. Fuck.. fuck.. fuck,” he said as he closed his eyes. “You feel so good.” 

Your pussy clenched around him and you pushed your thighs tighter together around his hips. Your fingernails dug into his chest and you made your hips keep moving, throwing your head back at the overwhelming sensations taking over your body. His whines and begs filled the room, tears filling his eyes from the overstimulation his  cock was now going through.

"You can give me one more baby" You say. " I know you can."

You felt him twitch and throb inside of you, his cock growing harder and thicker.

"Please.." he begged, his voice desperate. "I-I can't."

You didn't let up, keeping up the relentless pace as you rode him.

"Yes, you can," You urged, your voice thick with lust. "Cum for me, Han."

You slam your hips down one last time, and he loses it, his body shaking as he cums for the second time.The look on his face is pure ecstasy as he cums inside of you again. The feeling of him spilling inside of you is all it takes to push you over the edge.

You collapsed onto him, his cock still buried deep inside of you. For a moment, the two of you just lay there, panting and spent, basking in the afterglow.

After a few minutes, you rolled off him, letting his cock slip out of you. 

You glanced over at him, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“Five minutes, huh?” you teased, eyebrow raised.

Han cracked one eye open, grinning sheepishly.   "Okay, okay. So I lied. But can you blame me?"

A soft laugh escaped your lips, and the sound made his heart swell.

“To be fair,” he continued, his tone playful, “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”

“I know. And admit it—you love me for it.”He chuckled, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you even closer. “Admit it,” he pressed, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. “What would you do without your charming, distracting boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress your smile. “I might actually get some work done,” you replied, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

“Not a chance,” Han retorted, his voice dripping with playful confidence. “You’d miss me too much.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the stress of the day dissipating in the warmth of his embrace. Maybe, just maybe, a little distraction was just what you needed.

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Follow up to this post dkjfhdkfjhdg (uncensored on Patreon)

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ID: 1a. Wide shot of the foyer of the house as Guillermo walks backward from the front door, followed by cousin Miguel. Miguel swaggers through, looking around with a teasing grin, and says "Órale! Got rid of all the vines 'n shit, eh? No worries about eco-friendly anymore?" Guillermo smiles nervously, hands held out in a calming gesture as he backs toward the hallway. He replies, "Haha, yeah, okay, just...stay put and wait for me, okay? We'll just be in and out, real quick." Miguel asks, "What, you hiding something?" Guillermo splutters, "No, I just-" 1b. Close up of Guillermo from the front on a startled starburst background, eyes wide with panic as a voice from the hall calls out, "Guillermo?" Guillermo's face darkens and he begins to sweat profusely, bold text nearby telegraphing his thoughts: Oh no. 1c. Zoom out, view down the hallway as Guillermo leaps out of frame in the foreground, startled. Coming down the hall with a confident gait is Nandor, hair down, wearing nothing but his rings and a white button up shirt that certainly does not belong to him. His hairy thighs are bare beneath it, and his decency is only covered by a tastefully long black censor box that says 'swang!' as it swings back and forth with his steps. Nandor's stern gaze is focused on Guillermo as he demands, "Guillermo, where have you been? I had to take a bath all by myself, and I couldn't find my robe-"

2a. Wide shot from the side of all three men as Nandor reaches them at the mouth of the hallway. Nandor sees Miguel and grins, pleased, pointing at him and saying "Oh, hello... Is this for me?" Guillermo stands between them, frozen, red-faced, and sweating like a sinner in church. He shoots a panicked glance over his shoulder at Miguel, who is equally frozen and staring wide-eyed at Nandor's crotch. A clear dotted arrow line aims his gaze. 2b. Repeat. Guillermo snaps out of it and turns Nandor around, pushing at his back to steer him back down the hall. He splutters, "No, that is my cousin, just- no! Go to your room! And stop stealing my shirts!" Nandor, confused, allows himself to be pushed but glares over his shoulder, lip curled, and whines "Eyy, no pushing!" Miguel stands just as he was, wide-eyed stare moved to the middle distance. 2c. Shot from the hall toward the front door, Guillermo close-up in the foreground as he pushes Nandor away. In the background, Miguel somewhat recovers, a startled grin crossing his face as he holds one arm up in a shrug and calls, "Yo, hey, good for you, Memo-" Guillermo, blushing and angry, snaps back, "¡Cállate!" In parentheses: "shut up!"

3. Days later, Miguel stands with Silvia at her kitchen sink, drying a glass jar with a dishcloth as she has her gloved hands elbow-deep in soapy water. Frowning as he works, Miguel says, "Tía, conocí al novio de Memo el otro día." In parentheses: "Auntie, I met Memo's boyfriend the other day." Silvia smiles indulgently, eyes on the sink, and asks, "¿En serio? ¿Qué te pareció?" In parentheses: "Really? What did you think?" Miguel replies, "Como dijiste...mayor." In parentheses: "Like you said. Big." There is an asterisk next to big, leading to a footnote that says "Mayor can mean old/older or big/bigger". /end ID

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-green flags & sweet gestures-

Summary: how the boys would give you the royal treatment and how you'd make sure they know they're loved as much as they love you.

Warnings: mentions of food, social anxiety, and showering together (soul's part)

a/n: I love the "princess treatment" hcs, so I wanted to make one for p1h. I say royal treatment bc that just feels more gender neutral for me. Also, this is probably ooc or bad characterization, but everything here is fictional so it isn't a big deal lol.

-keeho-

{giving} drives you everywhere

When he's free, this man is so so insistent about driving you around.

He loves spending time with you, and if he has the time in his busy schedule to be with you, he's gonna take advantage of it.

Even if it means having to deal with rush hour traffic, bad city drivers, or sacrificing sleep for late night rides.

Keeho just loves to be around you, and loves to do things for you. Very much an acts of service lover. He feels good just turning on some background music and listening to you ramble as he keeps his eyes on the road.

{receiving} shoulder & back massages

Please, for the love of everything good in this world, massage his shoulders!

Keeho has so much stress and tension stored in his upper body, mostly neck and shoulders.

If you randomly start massaging those areas he will actually melt, it might hurt a bit at first bc there's so much tension there, but you both can feel the muscles loosen within seconds.

The first time you did it Keeho thought he fell in love with you all over again.

theo

{giving} fixing your clothes

Whether it's tying your shoes, pulling your shirt down if it's riding up, or untangling your accessories, he's on it.

He's pretty observant, definitely notices any outfit, malfunctions or little things before you do. It's also because he is looking at you almost 24/7.

Theo is pretty quick at fixing little issues with your outfit. Half the time you wouldn't even notice till after he's pulling his hands away. He's discreet with any malfunctions and has such a gentle touch.

It gives him an excuse to touch you as well, and he loves being able to help you with the little things.

{receiving} soft flirting

Theo isn't flustered easily, putting up a pretty indifferent face and attitude, which doesn't change much when it comes to you. Ofc he's sweet and shows he loves you, but he's not the most vocal about it

However, the moment you compliment him, he's gone. It's not always obvious, but you can tell by the raised eyebrows and twitch in his lips.

It works the same with pickup lines, specifically cheesy one liners, he will sometimes let out a little giggle if you catch him off guard.

You're never too outwards and aggressive with flirting, neither of you are like that. But soft words and teasing lines are something Theo really likes coming from you.

juing

{giving} good night & good morning texts

It doesn't matter when he goes to sleep or wakes up, this man has your schedule memorized.

Jiung will text you good night and a sweet message around the time he knows you get home from your day.

And get ready for a "good morning sweetheart" text with some encouragement while you're getting ready for your day.

He's so sincere about it too, it's not a chore for him, he genuinely wants to send you little messages to remind you he loves you.

{receiving} surprises & dates

Please please please surprise him with a date! He will have the cutest and biggest smile as soon as you tell him your plan, and it's a gift to see.

It doesn't have to be super fancy or for a special occasion, just plan a little something to do while you spend some time together and he's so happy.

Maybe it's a late night movie marathon with both of your favorite snacks, or a little picnic in the park that you threw together last second. As long as he's with you he'll love it.

It reminds him that he doesn't have to take on every single responsibility, that you care about him and wanna be with him as much as he wants to be with you.

intak

{giving} gentle touches

Intak loves to show affection through touch, pda is his shit {within reason and your boundaries ofc} but he's also so sweet about it.

Loves to hold your hand and play with your fingers, or if his arm is around your waist his thumb will be rubbing little circles on you hip.

It also serves as a good reminder that he's right there next to you, that he's got you no matter what. It's grounding to have him hand gently squeeze yours periodically.

He thinks of you as something precious, he knows you're not breakable yet he still treats you with so much care.

{receiving} sharing foods

You know the saying "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"? This is basically that, except you don't have to be the one making the food or anything like that.

If you just share a bite of what you ordered, a snack that you so happen to have, or a sip of your fancy cafe drink, he is so grateful.

Even if it's new to him, if you like it he'll try it if you're offering. And if you're the one feeding it to him he will get so giddy and giggly.

He thinks it's so romantic to share food, and also feels like it shows how well you take care of each other. He definitely shares his food too!

soul

{giving} little gifts

He is a trinket connoisseur and collector, so he definitely has a good eye for little gifts, especially if they are for you.

It isn't always silly, a large number of his gifts to you are sentimental. But the silly ones are just as sweet. But he basically always has you on his mind and it shows.

It could be as simple as "it reminded me of you!" to "I remembered that you said you still needed this version, and I thought I'd grab it!" or "This is from where we first met, maybe we should collect things from all the important dates we've had?"

Soul is almost kinda like a crow, he will find something shiny and cute and bring it back to you as a way of showing affection.

{receiving} washing his hair

Y'all have seen that video of Soul walking through the hallway with the dramatic he turns, and how frizzy and puffy his hair is? Yeah, that's what happens a lot of the time if you aren't washing his hair.

Not only does it help the look and health of his hair, he finds it so relaxing when your hands are in his hair, gently working the products into the strands.

Whether it's you showering together or him laying in the bath with you kneeling to the side, it's a sweet experience. One you both treasure.

Also, if you just wanna play with his hair, stick it straight up when it's all soapy or make it into fun shapes, he's so down. Very laid back and cool with whatever you want, just as long as your hands are in his hair.

jongseob

{giving} ordering for you

It doesn't matter if you have anxiety about ordering/talking to strangers or not, he's ordering for you. Not because he thinks you can't, if you really wanna you can, but because he wants you to be relaxed and not have to lift a finger.

It's not even a big deal at this point, y'all will walk into a restaurant and he can rattle off your order in a heartbeat. Seobie memorized stuff pretty fast, and when it comes to you it stays firmly in his head. You're important to him, ofc he remembers everything about you.

And if you are going to a new place and are having trouble deciding what to get, just look at him. Once he knows what he wants, he's looking for stuff he thinks you'd like.

It's a show of care for him, remembering the little things and making sure his lover doesn't have to do any extra work.

{receiving} sharing clothes/accessories

Doesn't matter what size you are, if your sizes are bigger or smaller than his, you're sharing. Either clothes or accessories, or both.

It's an unwritten promise to each other, what's mine is yours. You guys haven't ever really addressed it either, just asking where something is or if you're planning to wear something the other wants that day.

It's a natural thing, and it honestly feeds into the small possessive part of you. Almost like you're staking a claim, but more in a "we belong to each other" type of way

He loves it bc it reminds him of you. Jongseob gets especially happy when your scent lingers on the soft fabric of what was originally his shirt.

[percyluvr]

hello! can you do the jason grace version of the ribbon trend? thank u! 🤍

jason grace x daughter of aphrodite!reader summary: you do the bow trend with your boyfriend wc: 403

It was common knowledge that your boyfriend, Jason Grace, was hot as hell. Your sisters knew it, and you sure as hell knew it, so when you saw the trend on TikTok where girls would tie a ribbon on their boyfriend's bicep, you knew that you had to participate. You also knew that your boyfriend was more than likely not going to want to do this, so you came up with a plan.

One sunny afternoon, you were cuddled up with Jason in his cabin. There was a romcom on in the background, but you and Jason were too focused on each other to pay attention.

"Hey, Jase. If I asked you to do a TikTok trend with me, would you do it?" You asked him.

"Well, I guess it would depend. As long as it's not dancing, I think I would," he replies and continues kissing your neck.

You run your hands through his soft blond hair, "okay, then would you please please let me tie a pink ribbon on your arm? All you have to do is flex your arm to rip it!"

He removes himself from your neck and gives you a pained look, "well, I don't know.."

"Please, baby, I'll do anything, I'm serious. Anything," you plead.

He knows you probably weren't insinuating anything when you said it, but he felt his face get hot.

"Alright, fine. Put the bow on my arm then," he says, fighting a smile.

You were hoping he would say yes, so you already had a bow in your pocket, and you made quick work of tying it around his large bicep. Even without flexing, he almost broke the ribbon.

You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and started recording on TikTok, when he flexed his arm, your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you could tell he noticed by the way he grinned up at you.

After you posted the video, you got back onto the bed and cuddled up with him.

"So, you like my biceps, huh?" He teased.

"Shut up, the only reason you even let me do the video was because I promised to do anything," you flirted.

His cheeks turned pink and he went to do what you thought was hiding his face, but were surprised when he started kissing your neck, then up to your jaw, before giving you a long kiss on your lips.

[haruchi-slit]

PRETTY RIBBONS 𐙚

ft. suguru, satoru, sukuna, yuki, choso & shoko

synopsis: reader asking the jjk characters if they can tie a bow on them | warnings: just fluff! + not proof read!

SUGURU: "wha-no...ok fine!"

"suguu can i put bows on you?" you asked getting suguru's attention from his laptop, "what?" he grumbles "can i put bows on youu!" you repeat, getting up from the couch, "baby i heard you the first time, but-" "pretty please suguuu~" you begged, giving him the prettiest doe eyes, with your hands pressing against each other, as you pout your lips, "ugh- fine.." he'd grunt, closing his laptop and putting it aside before pattering towards you, "reallyy? oh my gosh really!? i knew you couldn't resist this charm" you cackled, before running to your shared bedroom, you took the light pink roll of ribbon from your desk before running back to the living room, suguru sighed softly before he smiled "did you seriously bought that, just for this?" he laughed,

"what? noo i would never pfftt-"

"oh really, huh?" suguru chuckled as you uwrapped the plastic cover of the ribbon,

"do you even know how to tie a bow?" suguru asked "well duh of course i can!" you giggled cutting portions of the ribbon, "ok now get that comb and I'll yassify you" you'd playfully order suguru as he obliged "ai ai miss ma'am!" he took the comb from the table before coming back to you "here you go bae" he hands you the comb before sitting you on top of his lap, you ran your finger thru his silky smooth hair, tying the pink ribbons on him while he giggles as you talk about your life gossips, he just loved seeing his cute little girlfriend getting so worked up just for tying a bow on him, "voilá! suguu look in the mirror and rate it one to ten, yeah?" you excitedly hand him the mirror while you wait for his reaction, suguru looked at the mirror with cute bows adorned to his hair, perfectly tied and neat,

"it'd be a solid 12/10 bae!" he giggles and pulled you in for the sweetest kiss, "say: cheese!" you said before clicking the shutter button of the camera.

"your turn princess!"

SATORU: "I've been waiting for this moment!

it was a boring afternoon, just you and your precious boyfriend satoru who's laying on top of your chest while fidgeting your hair, as you scroll thru instagram reels, you came across a certain video where in a girl ties a ribbon around her boyfriend's biceps as the boyfriend flexed, curling his muscles causing the ribbon to rip and be torn apart, the background music played over and over getting satoru's attention,

"hey cutie, what are you watching?" satoru asked satoru jolts up, "just some random video, wait- satoru can we do thisss" you babbled showing him the video you've been watching for the past three minutes, while he was watching the video you saw him smile, his eyes glimmered like he was waiting for this moment to come,

"I've been waiting for you to say that!" he exclaims "let me just get my damn ribbons" you chuckled as you ran out the living room to grab some of your ribbons that you use for you hair, "ok im back grab my phone over there 'toru" you giggled while satoru gave you your phone, "flex them biceps baby!"

"your wish is my command" satoru laughs, flexing his biceps while you put a ribbon on it,

"you gotta break it when the beat drops ok?"

"ok!" he responds, you clicked the recording button of your phone recording satoru's bicep "i need to brethe some air" the music rang across your living room as the camera focuses on satoru, "cause you got me- so soaakkedd" satoru quickly flexed his bicep causing the ribbon to rip,

"oh goshhh 'toruuu"

SUKUNA: "if that makes you shut up.."

"i think bows would suit you" you giggled your skin brushing his, as you nuzzled to his beefy muscled arms, "what do you mean" he huffs, "like...you know those things i always put on my hair i think it would suit you.." you murmur feeling the heat from his body, making you feel safe and comfortable, "you know what can i put bows on you?" sukuna ignores you, "sukuu~" you coed, getting the curse's attention once again "please?" "no" he responds, "pretty please?"

"no" he repeats...

"come on now you old man, i ribbon won't hurt, right so pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"tsk, will you stop bickering if i grant you permission?" he grunts, raising one of his eyebrows, your eyes beamed with joy as you nod your head profusely, "then, go on" he coes you blinked twice, "huh?"

"i said go on and tie bows on me..." he sighs in defeat, the king of curses was no match to his loving wife...

"suku lean down, pleasee" you asked him, as he obliged, you took some ribbons off, of your kimono, using it as a ribbon to tie on sukuna's hair, as you tie it on his hair, his oversized hands supports you to stand still on the stool you're standing on, one of his hand placed on your waist, as you talk about your past haircuts and why you do not or like them, while sukuna listens, "and just a few more touches here and...you're done!" you chuckled as you stare at him so lovingly,

"oh wait, i still have one left!", you gasped as you slowly get off the stool with sukuna supporting your body, "suku, give me one of your four hands", "why?" "hurryyy!" you command as sukuna rolls his eyes and obliged once again, he swiftly whips one of his hand out off his kimono placing it infront of you, "yeyy!" you exclaimed, before you tied the last red ribbon tou had around his wrist... sukuna admired the ribbon on his wrist and hair, "this is so childish...but, it's not that bad" he says, before pulling you in for a kiss on the forehead, "my lord the visitors-..." uraume

paused as soon as they entered the room, sukuna turns to them with ribbons on his hair, "what is it, uraume?",

"the visitors has arrived..."

YUKI: "you can do what ever you want as long as you're happy"

you and your girlfriend yuki are on the garage in a sunny afternoon, just you eating ice cream sitting close to her and, her fixing something in her motorcycle, your eyes wonder on her garage, you stood up to stroll around since your legs are getting cramped.

you stroll around her garage but you were stopped when you found a unopened roll of ribbon, placed in a box that looks like she's about to throw away, you quickly picked it up and brought it to your sit, "yuki" you chimed, getting her attention from her motorcycle, "hey, you need something?" she says, as she used a towel to wipe the grease off her hands,

"look what i found!" you mused, smiling so lovingly as yuki stares at you with a soft demeanor, "i was about to throw that away cause i don't know where to use it..." she laughs-

"you can have it if you want!" she offers, you gasped, "y'know what i got an idea!", you opened the roll of white ribbon, "jus' gimme a sec!" you giggled as you cut even portions of the ribbon with the scissors you found beside you,

"m'kay princess" she chuckles as she walks up to you, "what's your plan, huh?" she chortles as she waves her eyebrows, "'n done! give me your bicep!" you asked, "y'know i saw in social media" you start, "and i jus' wanna see if it'll suit you-" you paused, as you tied the last knot on yuki's bicep,"tadaaa~" "it's so cute" she scoffs, with a blush spreading across her plush cheeks,

"can i also put bows on you motorcycle?" you asked, "of course you can baby..." "really?" you asked "really!" she responds, pulling you into a kiss..

SHOKO: "my fiance did it"

an early morning starts as you and your fiance start your day, a sunlight bounces on your face from the window, your eyes flutter open as shoko was no where to be found, you guessed that she's in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you and, you were right

" 'morning sleepy princess" she greets you as she hands you a cup of coffee, "thank you, and good morning to you too!" you respond as you took the cup of coffee from the table, "I'm going to take a shower now be right back" she said.

she comes out of the bathroom with her classic go to outfit for work, a turtle neck and some jeans, "shokoo let me do your hair, pleasee!" you spoke, "sure girl, just let me blow dry my hair ok?"

"oookkkeyy!" you hummed, as soon as she dried her hair she went straight to you, "sit down now m'lady...hehe-" you chuckled "and also can i put bows on you?" you add, "I can't see why not...do what you need to do" she giggles.

you combed her soft silky hair, your fingers running across her hair "you're on day-off right?" "mhmm" you hummed as you focused on tying her hair,

"is it too tight? do i need to loosen it a bit?" you asked as you put a ribbon on top of the hair tie attached to her hair, "nope, nope it's all good princess" she uttered "you can look on the mirror now!" you add, "it looks cute haha!" she chuckles "I'm gonna get to work now-" she stood up kissing you on the cheek and lips, "I'll see you later ok? i love you!" she spoke, kissing you once more, "okay, byeee see you later" you bid your goodbye as you watched her grab her tote bag, she waves at you and head out...

when shoko arrived at the jujutsu tech she was greeted by utahime, "shokoo! how are you?" "im good, long time no see.." she responds "yeah long time no see, i like your hairstyle!" utahime giggles "thanks, my fiance did it for me"

-the hairstyle-

CHOSO: "we're matching now!"

"choo! we should try riding the ferris wheel!" you exclaimed as you point your finger on the ferris wheel nearby, you and choso are on a date in the amusement park, "let's go now quickly!" he responds, as he took your hand to ran for the line of the ferris wheel, both of you were laughing non-stop once you reached the front of the line, "i almost tripped!" you giggled "you were too slow that's why" he jested, "two tickets, please.." he utters to the clerk in charge on the tickets, "here you go sir.." the clerk hands choso the tickets before the two of you were allowed in, choso gave the tickets to the other employee and then they let the two of you in.

when the two of you are on the ferris wheel, you both sat down immediately, "it's getting dark..." you babbled, "it is getting dark, I'm having fun today!" he said looking thru your eyes, his dark brown eyes orbs piercing yours, "you look so beautiful-" he paused, tucking your hair behind your ear, "with those purple ribbons" he faltered, "thank you, choso I'm also having fun today" you murmured as you felt your cheeks burn from how smooth his words,

"y-y'know i wonder how you'll look with these ribbons" your words slip, "can i tie a bow on you?" you inquired, making choso chuckle, "of course you can, so we can be matching!" he responds, "really?!" your repeat, as he nods his head profusely, "yes!", "ok let me just get one ribbon from my hair" you cackled, as you tug one of the ribbons on your hair, after successfully pulling one out youu quickly tied it around choso's hair, "you look so cute!!" you gagged in his cuteness "we are matching now!" he yelps, as your eyes locked on to each other, he pulls your cheeks for a kiss, you immediately melted with his touch as he fills your stomach with butterflies, a few moments later you hear fireworks being blown up to the air, as choso deepens the kiss, your hands lightly tugging on his hair, with his hands on your waist, he pulls away to catch a breath, your eyes shot open while catch your breath, his kiss was so intoxicating

"i love you.." whispers as the both of you watched the fire works up on the ferris wheel.

a/n: yey!

[bellaveux]

more fuckgirl!wanda x reader , can we have wanda show her protective dom side

OFF LIMITS | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: wanda hates the way everyone is ogling at you, and makes sure to remind everyone that you are, very much, off limits.

content warnings: minors dni please. college au!, fuckgirl!sorority president!wanda, dom!wanda, jealousy, possessiveness, bottom!reader, smut! – mirror sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, marking/hickeys

word count: 3.28k

note. writing feels kinda all over the place am sorry,, i went both protective and possessive (they sometimes confuse me while writing loool) but i hope u enjoy it and ty for request!

Wanda was both a woman of contradictions and a force to be reckoned with. On one hand, she was a disciplined and hard-working leader, respected by her peers and admired for her dedication to the sorority. On the other, she was a party animal, a woman who loved nothing more than to let loose, have a good time, and charm women left and right. No doubt was she popular, with everyone from the freshmen to the seniors looking up to her as a role model. Her energy was infectious, and her spirit was unstoppable, as she flitted from one party to another, always with a smile on her face and a drink in her hand.

And her game was undoubtedly unmatched. With the tiniest twinkle in her eye and a sultry smile on her lips, Wanda could make even the most stoic person melt with desire. She was the object of desire for many who crossed her path, making her popularity with everyone on campus legendary, people drawn to her like a magnet. Enjoying the game of love, teasing and tempting those around her, she loved the attention, and always knew how to charm and seduce with ease. Her flirtatious nature was a part of her, an extension of her personality, and it was something that she enjoyed using to her advantage. It was a game that she played with finesse and skill, a dance of words and gestures that left those around her breathless and wanting more.

But while others voluntarily gave her attention, there was only one person she wanted, and that was you.

You and Wanda always had an undeniable attraction towards each other, a magnetic force that seemed to draw you together, no matter how hard you tried to resist. There was a tension between you two, a spark that ignited every time you were in the same room, eyes locking, and bodies leaning in closer. It was as if you shared a secret language, a hidden connection that only you and her could understand, and that seemed to grow stronger with every passing day. And yet, despite your chemistry, you were not together, and it seemed as if you would never be. Much to Wanda’s disappointment, you have always rejected her pursuits and advances. Unlike her, you valued the time you spend with another person, wanting more than to be a fling. You wanted love from someone who adored you, someone who made you feel special, and initially, you didn’t think Wanda could be that person.

Wanda stood at the edge of the crowded sorority party, drink in her hand, eyes fixed on you. The room was alive with music and chatter, but for Wanda, it all faded away into the background as she watched as you entered the room, greeting everyone who came up to you with such gracefulness. Wanda always knew you liked to look good, but God, why did you have to wear something as sexy as that? The black dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the skin on your back completely exposed for everyone to see. Wanda was entranced, her heart beating faster as she felt the pull of attraction towards you. She tried to look away, to focus on something else, maybe on the girls who were already talking to her, but no one could compete with you, the woman who had captured her attention completely, dependably each and every time. Wanda couldn't help but admire the way you moved in that dress, with a grace and poise that seemed effortless. And as your eyes met across the crowded room, Wanda felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body just right before you smirked and turned away from her, returning to your friends.

And so, she watched you all night, unable to focus on the rest of the people around her, who wanted her attention. She was too captivated by you, like she was under a spell, and couldn’t do anything else but stare.

Soon, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who saw you. Of course, she wasn’t. Everywhere you walked, between the sea of people, heads turned and eyes followed, as the other people in the party looked on in awe and admiration. Your beauty was almost surreal, a dream-like quality that made you seem like you were from another world entirely. You, like her, were popular in the way that everyone on campus wanted to be with, but no one could quite capture. And Wanda wanted to have the honor.

She watched as all sorts of people came up to you, asking to dance, for your number, and introducing themselves like they even had a chance. As the seconds passed, Wanda’s jealousy grew. You would throw that pretty smile of yours their way as you politely rejected them. Some of them would even become quite touchy with you, and Wanda hated being the one to watch on the sidelines. She wanted everyone to back off, tell everyone that you were hers, a territory no one shall trespass.

And when you allowed a bubbly freshman, dressed in an all black suit, named Kate, to stay a little longer than Wanda would’ve liked, touching you softly down your back as you spoke and drank from the cup she had gotten you, Wanda decided to take action.

“Don’t touch her,” Wanda said firmly as she stood closely behind you, watching the younger woman immediately pull her hand back off of you.

“Wanda,” you warned, glancing up at her, cautiously eyeing her with your sly eyes for her next move.

Kate watched the interaction carefully, seemingly finding it hard to butt in under the sudden tension that Wanda had brought along with her, “S-Sorry… Hi, I’m Kate.”

Wanda said nothing, and instead, she threw a tiny, bitter smile at her before turning back to you, her hand slowly creeping up your waist. You did little to stop her touch, and if anything, you found yourself leaning closer. It never surprised you how good Wanda was at being territorial and overprotective she was when it came to you, and under your facade, you found it attractive.

“Do you think I could steal you away for just a second?” Wanda whispered into your ear, but loud enough for Kate to catch.

You put your cup down against the counter of the bar and smiled artfully, shaking your head at her, “Uh, actually, Kate and I were having a conversation here, so I really don’t think you can.”

Wanda hummed in annoyance, taking a moment to glare at you as you turned back to the other woman. She felt a pang of jealousy in her chest, watching you and this Kate interact as if she wasn’t even there, and she wanted nothing more than to drag you away from her and all the lingering eyes that were currently still on you. At this point, her blood boiled at every little thing everyone did around you.

“Kate,” Wanda tried again, more firmly this time, as if steam was coming from her ears, face almost red with anger. “Do you mind?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, no— of course,” she laughed awkwardly, backing up as slowly as if she had just angered a lion.

And so, Kate left, much to Wanda’s satisfaction, but it did much to fuel your irritation towards Wanda’s actions. And right when she left, another person came up, as if they were in line to talk to you, but instead, Wanda shot them a deathly glare, and they immediately backed off.

You sighed and turned towards the counter, rubbing your temples without even looking at her, “What is wrong with you?”

“I just did you a favor,” Wanda scoffed and folded her arms as you moved away from her. “She wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you, (y/n).”

“Why is sex the only thing on your mind, Wanda? I was just talking to her. Like a normal person,” you tell her, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, come on, you and I both know what she was doing,” she said. “She was all over you.”

She couldn't help but feel possessive over you, and the thought of anyone else touching you or even flirting with you was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.

And finally, you turned to her and smirked, your chin in the palm of your hands as you looked up at her through your eyelashes, “Mm, and why is that so important to you?”

“You know why.”

You, in fact, did know why. After all the times Wanda has chased after you, trying desperately to get you to accept her advances, you never did, not wanting to be a part of her seemingly long list of women that she played with. No, initially, you decided you’d do the playing, teasing her without any further intentions afterwards, and it only made her want you more. But at this point, you longed for Wanda’s touch, despite how infuriating she can be at times. The undeniable attraction you had towards each other tied you together, and Wanda only wanted you all to herself.

You shook your head once more and stepped forward, bringing your hand up to flatten out her collar neatly, “It’s kinda cute when you’re jealous.”

Wanda said nothing to deny that and instead, she clenched her jaw while savoring your touch, feeling the tips of your fingers graze her neck softly.

She stood close, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to keep her cool. But you were teasing her with the way you stepped forward, looking up at her with those pretty eyes in a way that made Wanda's frustration grow with each passing moment. It was maddening, the way you played with her, toying with her emotions. Wanda felt a surge of anger rising within her, a fire that threatened to consume her if she didn't do something about it. She tried to maintain her composure, to keep a cool head, but it was no use. Everything you did and said was like a knife, cutting deep into Wanda's heart and making her ache with desire.

Ultimately, unable to take it any longer, she grabbed your wrist and dragged away from the bar, away from every single person who eyed you, through the crowd and into the hallways where she pulled you into one of the many bathrooms in the whole building.

Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist, her front pressed up against your back, holding you close with her lips barely grazing the skin of your neck and her hands running down the sides of your dress. This damn dress. The way it clung to the curves of your body, the fabric draped in such a way that showcased your back, revealing just enough to keep her wanting more. The sight of your bare skin was tantalizing, and Wanda felt a flutter in her chest as she pressed up against you.

“I don’t like the way they keep staring at you,” Wanda confessed as you watched her slowly pepper soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder through the reflection of the mirror.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, reveling in the softness of her lips against your skin, “What are you going to do about it?”

And you felt it — a smirk against your shoulder, making you realize what you had suddenly gotten yourself into. Wanda squeezed your hips with her hands, proudly looking at you through the mirror as if she were savoring the moment she now had you all to herself, in her arms, in her hands.

“I’m gonna remind them that you’re off limits.”

Surprisingly, Wanda was being so gentle, kissing and sucking at your skin softly, marking you, littering plenty of hickeys down your neck and shoulder, and you watched her do it in the mirror. You watched when one of her hands would travel up from your waist to wrap her palm around the swell of your breasts, fondling them eagerly, making you hum a moan in satisfaction. Her other hand found its way down to your thighs, moving slowly under your dress. You couldn’t help but watch again, the sight in the mirror almost making your knees give out, as Wanda moved the hand that was on your breast down to the hem of your dress, bunching up the fabric to pull it up your thighs.

Her fingers finally traced the hem of your panties as she watched your face carefully in the reflection. You looked so pretty like this, practically melting in her arms, lips parted with your eyes closed, as she played with you. After a second of admiring the way you looked, Wanda brought a hand up to grab your jaw, turning your head towards her, before leaning into you for a sloppy kiss, opening your mouth as she pressed a finger to your clothed clit. You moaned into her mouth, giving her perfect chance to slide her tongue into yours, immediately falling in love with the way you tasted. Oh, Wanda just couldn’t wait to have her way with you.

“You’re so wet for me already,” she whispered in your ear, fingers still playing over your clothed sex. “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

“Wanda,” you breathed, eyes closed as you laid your head back against her shoulder.

“No, baby, open your eyes,” she smiled into your cheek as you followed her instructions. “I want you to watch when I fuck you.”

You didn’t know how your knees didn’t just give out the moment she said those words. Not wanting to disappoint, you made sure to keep your eyes open as best you could, watching how her hands moved underneath the fabric of your dress. When you finally feel her fingers slipping into your panties, Wanda moans against your shoulder, her eyes rolling back as she feels the wetness of your pussy. You were practically dripping.

Without wasting another second, Wanda pushed two fingers into you with ease. You moaned softly, immediately clenching around her as she curled her fingers into you, pressing against the sweet spot in your pussy, which she seemed to have no trouble finding.

“You can do better than that, baby,” Wanda whispered, fingers suddenly pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Mmh–W-Wanda,” you moaned out, holding on to her wrist as she fingered you. “Oh, fuck!”

Her second hand was brought into play shortly after, using it to rub your clit roughly, making you jolt against her, legs shaking, and your slick slowly traveling down your thighs. The sight of you writhing against her in the reflection was almost too hot for you to look at, always turning your head away, only for Wanda to grab your jaw and turn you back to face the mirror. You were tight around her fingers, and Wanda couldn’t help but groan at the fact, staring at you through the mirror as you came undone on her fingers.

You shook erratically as you came, unable to think about anything else but the orgasm she had just given you. That was until you felt her pushing in a third finger into your leaking hole without any warning. You tried to push against her, to ask her to give you a second, but something about the way her eyes looked in the mirror as she stared at you gave you a feeling that she would just keep doing whatever she pleased.

So, you let her, no matter how sensitive you were.

“That’s it, baby,” she groaned. “Being such a good girl for me.”

“Please, please—“ you whined, not sure if you were begging for more or begging her to stop.

The stretch of her three fingers was enough to make you chant her name like a prayer as she fucked you through your first orgasm. She was knuckles deep into your squelching pussy, curling them in a rhythmic pattern against your sweet spot, and it made you wonder how you were still standing. Her fingers piston in and out of you, bringing you to the edge for the second time tonight, making your bones feel like jelly. And finally, you arch your back against her, coming right on her fingers once again, screaming her name out without a care in the world, knowing everyone outside the door must’ve heard you.

But Wanda kept going. She continued to finger you, lost in thought after watching you come twice in the mirror, your cunt gushing so loudly, it’s embarrassing.

“Look how pretty you are, (y/n),” she cooed, using her other hand to grope your tits.

“I- I can’t, Wanda, p-please—“ you whined, gripping onto her tightly, unable to watch yourself through the mirror anymore. “T-Too much, please!”

“But you're so pretty when you beg. Why wouldn't I just keep going and going and... going?”

And so, she does. She fucks you until you can barely stand anymore, when your knees buckle, and she has to hold you up with one arm around your waist and even then, she still keeps going, and you’re sobbing at the overstimulation. You almost nearly fall and curl in on yourself, but Wanda made sure to keep you steady, bringing you to the edge another time, and another… and another.

By the end of it, you laid back against her, holding you up completely as your legs have given out. Your eyes were heavy, threatening to close as Wanda soothed out your dress with one hand, kissing you softly down your neck again, this time over the prettiest purple bruises that littered all over your skin. Her lips were warm, soft, and settling as she kissed you. She took in the sight of you with her eyes locked onto you through the mirror; you had your eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled and messy, and yet, you looked like the prettiest mess ever. Her pretty girl.

“You’re so perfect,” Wanda whispered lovingly into your ear, her breath ticking your skin. “I don’t like having to fight for your attention.”

The way she said that last sentence was kind of sad, in the way that it hurt her feelings, and you could only hum in response as you slowly but surely regained your composure, shifting slightly in Wanda’s arms. You always knew Wanda was the jealous type, maybe overly jealous, but you found it endearing how she endlessly chased after you, how she still wanted you after tonight.

“You really don’t even have to, Wanda,” you tell her softly, trying to stand upright, wobbling slightly as you did so, to turn and cup her face with your hands. “You know everything I do is so that you can keep your eyes on me.”

“It works every time.”

You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, melting when she smiled into it, “That’s why I do it.”

Wanda took a moment to look at you after you pulled away from her lips. Your lipstick was smudged, spreading slightly down under your bottom lip sexily, making Wanda want nothing more than to kiss you again. And nothing was stopping her, so she did. She was happy, finally being able to have you like she had always wanted and knowing the fact that when you walk out of this bathroom, everyone will see all the marks and bruises Wanda left on you. Because of it, she felt a surge of satisfaction as she pulled you close, determined to show everyone outside just who you belonged to.

That way no one would even dare to try to take her woman again tonight, reminding them that you were hers, and hers alone.

— navigation!

[cactuscoolerr]

hey, i have a request if your taking them. How about scenarios about isagi, bachira, rin and nagi getting caught in the act? Or basically just getting cock blocked lol

⋆｡˚. getting caught in the act - nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

• (nsfw)

• notes: sorry if this sucks i don’t think i’m very good at doing various characters yet but ty for requesting !! ^-^ | not proofread !!

. ˚ ｡⋆ bachira meguru

bachira knew that isagi was coming over. he always knew that isagi had a big fat crush on you. that isagi has been pining for you for seven years now, seemingly not having been close to moving on yet.

at the thought of isagi walking in on the two of you, bachira giggled softly, leaning in and sucking one of your tits in his mouth to hear more of the pretty noises you were making. you gasped softly and clenched around his cock, earning a hiss from bachira as he grasped onto your ass, pushing you down harder on his cock.

he didn’t stop when he noticed isagi walk into the room. bachira hadn’t even heard the front door and it was obvious that you hadn’t either as you continued fucking yourself dumb on bachira’s cock while you moaned like a slut.

“isagi!” bachira giggled softly, making you stop your movements and look back at isagi with a shocked expression. he looked just as shocked as he did, his hands twitching at his sides as his cheeks visibly turned red, trying his best to look anywhere but at you. “i’m sorry!” isagi said quickly, coving his eyes with one of his hands.

“i didn’t realize you two were.. busy..?

bachira thrusted up into you, making you whimper and hold onto him tighter. “need your help, isagi” bachira pouted playfully, but isagi still refused to look over. “you wanna make her feel good, too, don’t you..?”

isagi let his hand fall to his side, gulping before stealing quick glances towards you and your boyfriend. “ah- uh.. i don’t know, bachira..” he said shyly.

“come on!” bachira grinned and laid you down against the bed so he was in between your legs, your tits on full display for bachira and isagi to see. “it’ll be fun”

you didn’t notice the desire burning in bachira’s or isagi’s eyes, which coaxed isagi into walking towards the two of you, unbuckling his belt and quickly trying his best to take off his pants.

“if you say so..”

. ˚ ｡⋆ nagi seishiro

breathy moans sounded from nagi as you bounced on his cock, holding onto his shoulders for support. your moans were louder than his and he loved how they sounded directly in his ear.

nagi’s game was long forgotten after you had crawled into his lap, laying against his chest while he played his game with hiori, rin, and niko. it wasn’t a problem until you started to grow restless, whining softly against his neck as your hips moved back and forth against his. “y/n,” he muttered, still focused on the game.

faintly, you could hear rin’s voice telling nagi to ‘shut the fuck up and play’ along with hiori’s gentle scolding towards rin for being mean.

“just wanna feel you..” you pawed at his sweatpants with a pout pointed towards him. nagi glanced at you and sighed. “please? i’ll just cockwarm you”

“fine”

little did nagi know, he’d grow desperate to feel you moving up and down on his cock until he just started thrusting up into you.

with a quiet gasp, you took nagi’s headset off of him, tossing it carelessly on the desk as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and began bouncing yourself, setting the fast pace that would lead nagi to cumming.

the more desperate you got for the feeling of your oncoming orgasm, the rougher you got with your bounces and nagi got with his thrusts. while being so focused on each other, neither of you noticed the way nagi’s headset got unplugged, suddenly hearing the flood of voices coming from nagi’s monitor.

“seriously guys..?” came hiori’s voice.

“get off the fucking game!” rin groaned loudly, hearing the clatter of something in the background.

“we’re almost done with the mission” niko came through and on the screen, you could see the screen turn into one that declared the teams victory.

nagi weakly thrusted up into you, making you moan and hide your face in his chest. the others were silent after hearing you, making your cheeks heat up even more in embarrassment.

“uhm.. nagi..?” came hiori’s voice once more, making nagi slouch back in his chair with a tired sigh. “what is it”

hiori was quiet for a second and you wondered if he was gonna say anything at all. “well until you’re done, the rest of us are gonna kick you from the game”

“so text us when you wanna get added back” hiori quickly added before the screen went to a loading screen. you breathed out shakily, tearing your eyes from the screen to look for a reaction from nagi, which you didn’t get. instead, he grabbed your hips and thrusted up into you.

you moaned shakily in surprise and threw your arms back around his neck from feeling so much pleasure all at once. “gotta be quick, pretty..” he muttered before whining softly in your ear. “ah- i really wanna get back for that boss level”

. ˚ ｡⋆ itoshi rin

you had lured him into the bathroom during the party that bachira and otoya had thrown in their new house. rin knew that you’d pull something like this, so he had his guard up all night until karasu had coaxed him into having a drink, allowing for a drunken you to find an opening.

“come to the bathroom with me, rin rin..” you pouted softly with your arms wrapped around his bicep. he grunted in response and glanced down at you, trying his best not to look at the way you intentionally pressed your tits together. “why do you need me to come with you. you’re a big girl aren’t you?”

you huffed loudly and rin couldn’t help but smirk at your more prominent pout. “yeah, but i’m scared,” you whined quietly and rin looked down at you with a confused look.

“scared of what?”

“i’m scared of getting lost,” rins eyes widened at the build up of tears in your eyes. “what if i lose you and i never see you again..?”

instead of arguing about how impossible that was, rin followed you with a deep sigh, allowing for you to guide him while his hand was wrapped securely around your wrist.

“i’ll wait out here, ok?” he muttered with his arms crossed but you pouted once more, knowing that it’d get him to do anything you asked. “fine” rin sighed and slipped passed you and into the bathroom.

as soon as he heard the door close, you were pouncing on him and he kept a tight grip on your back so that you wouldn’t fall over with how excited you were.

rin moaned softly as your tongue slipped into his mouth, slowly melting into your aggressiveness and pushing you against the wall so he could take the lead. “fucking minx, aren’t you” rin glared at you, sending a chill down your spine, before leaning down to nip at your neck and leave marks all over the skin on your neck.

“ah- rin..” you moaned softly as he grabbed your ass, making you jump up so your legs wrapped around his waist. “want you inside of me..” you whined quietly into his ear, lightly nipping at his jawline so he knew that you wanted it now.

getting the hint, rin pushed up your skirt, ready to push your panties to the side when someone came in.

at the sight of shidou and a girl in his arms, kissing at his neck and pawing at his chest, rin groaned loudly in annoyance. “hey, rin rin! what you got going on in here?” he grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss against the girls cheek. when he glanced at you, something lit up in his eyes, his grin growing bigger as he began forming up an idea.

“how about we all have a little bit of fun,” he offered with a laugh. “think it’ll be fun having two pretty little things on my cock” he smiled towards you, making you blush and hide your face in rin’s neck out of embarrassment. “what do you say, rin rin?”

at the feeling of your face in his neck and your shaky breaths against his skin paired with the way you slightly pressed your clothed cunt into his abs, he glared at shidou “i say go fuck yourself, roach” rin spat viscously and gently set you on the ground, whispering sweet words of reassurance as he gently pulled your skirt down and began leading you to a different room, having every intention of fulfilling your desires.

. ˚ ｡⋆ isagi yoichi

isagi held his hand over your mouth as he thrusted his cock inside of you leaking cunt. he couldn’t have you being too loud in case there were people passing by the abandoned hallway the two of you were fucking in.

the two of you were close to cumming, having been going at it for a decent amount of time. isagi was just trying to release some tension before practice, but he was beginning to think that he’d need a seconds, which would most likely make him late. he didn’t care though. not when he had his beautiful lady wrapped nicely around his cock, whimpering at every touch of his skin on yours.

“gonna cum for me, baby..?” he whispered softly in your ear, silencing your moans with a kiss when he hit a particular sensitive spot. you nodded eagerly and isagi chuckled to himself, pressing a gently kiss to your cheek. “that’s my good girl”

you whined softly and threw your head back against the wall, clawing desperately at isagi’s biceps as the pleasure began overtaking you.

with a desperate moan, you came around isagi’s cock, your juices leaking all the way down his length and coating over his balls before spilling onto the floor. your legs shook from the intensity of your orgasm, holding onto isagi tightly so you wouldn’t fall from how weak you suddenly became.

isagi still thrusted into you, chasing his orgasm after yours, the way you leaked all over him turning him on even more.

he whimpered against your neck, peppering small kisses against your skin as he got closer and closer. with a small whine, isagi felt the first spurt leave his cock before the ecstasy was ruined by an annoying voice.

“yoichi.. what is this?” kaiser walked down the hallways with his usual annoying smirk. “i was gonna walk right passed until i saw this pretty little thing” he cooed, laughing at the way you hid your face against isagi’s chest.

isagi couldn’t stop the way he came inside of your cunt, trying his best not to make noises as kaiser stood in his and your presence. “get the fuck away” he choked out, gasping out softly after your clenched around him and grasped onto his bicep even tighter.

with a loud laugh, kaiser turned around and lifted his arm to wave his goodbye. “don’t be late for practice, yoichi~” he called out before turning passed the corner.

when he was gone, you whined softly and tried to fuck yourself down onto your boyfriends cock, finding the whole interaction insanely hot. isagi whimpered from the sensitivity of his cock, not yet ready for your movements, halting you with his strong hands wrapping around your waist.

“fuck” isagi breathed against your neck, cursing kaiser for his ruined orgasm.

[cursingtoji]

“please don’t take too long or we’ll stand in line for hours” you pout at suguru who’s tying his hair in a bun.

“i won’t, doll” he kisses your forehead, “sit pretty here while i finish this ‘kay?” he points to a bench and you nod.

suguru walks towards the six men that awaited the wholesome interaction between him and his girl like they don’t look like they’re going to beat the shit out of him with bats, which they’re tapping on their palms while shouting cusses.

you didn’t bother asking what he did for those guys this time. suguru (and needless to say satoru) frequently get involved in trouble and more often than not someone comes back for ‘revenge’.

too bad for them suguru is well trained in more than one martial art.

you put your buds on and comedy by gen hoshino is the first song that comes up as you swing your feet to the beat, hoping this fight finishes before the next song.

the soft beats relax you while you look at the distant buildings, and thanks to the noise cancelling you don’t hear the punches and groans happening in the background.

“uh ladybug” you murmur watching the cute ladybug beside you on the bench putting your finger in front of her to climb on.

meanwhile suguru takes a stick that most likely used be a broom and uses to make the man coming running towards him flip and fall on his back then hitting the next one between his legs.

he looks around after that realizing the six guys are all on the floor rolling from pain, “if i see your faces when i’m with my girl again i’ll feed your dicks to the dogs” he spits on the leader’s face before going back to you.

“sorry, doll. let’s go” he holds his hand out, you smile and remove your earphones, eagerly raising to take his hand and continue the path to the new cafe he promised to take you.

“ah suguru~” you whine looking at his face with a frown.

“what? ah!” he touches his face and feel the wetness seeing red on his fingertips then wiping it off with a tissue from his pocket, “not mine, don’t worry baby.”

“i know it’s not yours, but now i can’t kiss your cheek” you pout with a grossed out expression and he laughs.

“aren’t ya concerned for me the slightest?”

“should i be? you’re the best fighter i know” he smiles putting an arm around you.

“that’s right. i’ll wash my face in the restroom, can’t go through the night without your kisses.”