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bitchiswild · 4 months ago

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Pervert

G!P Karina x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.7 k

Warning: unprotected sex, slight choking,possessiveness, reader being a major pervert

A/n: hai 😝imma disappear after this again… sorry! i do miss yall tho!!!😩 smut is whatever tho not my best!! Fyi!!!

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“Y/N!” Karina burst into the backstage area, panting heavily. She was supposed to be on stage in minutes, but a button on her shirt had popped off, leaving her in desperate need of a quick fix. And that meant she needed you—her stylist and dresser—to save the day.

Being Karina’s stylist had its ups and downs. On the plus side, she was incredibly kind, treated you with respect, and trusted your judgment completely when it came to her outfits. She made you feel like an essential part of her team, always listening to your suggestions and appreciating your work.

But there was also a downside—though you couldn’t exactly call it a ‘con.’ You had a hard time keeping your eyes off her, especially when dressing her. Your job gave you the perfect excuse to admire her body up close, particularly her chest, and you often found yourself getting lost in those moments. It didn’t help that Karina seemed to enjoy teasing you, flirting just enough to make your heart race.

It wasn’t really your fault, you reasoned. How could anyone blame you when Karina was standing right in front of you, practically glowing? And seriously—have you seen Karina?

You quickly grabbed your bag of sewing supplies and rushed over to Karina, ready to fix the button. As you got closer, she watched you with an expectant gaze, her eyes slightly hooded in a way that made you gulp. Despite the nerves bubbling up inside, you reminded yourself that you had a job to do.

Standing in front of her, you found yourself face-to-face with her chest, her curves mere inches from your own. It was like a dream come true, being this close to her, but you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. You began to sew the button back onto her shirt, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from her body and the way your hands trembled slightly.

As you worked, Karina lifted a hand and gently caressed your head. “That’s it, Y/N, you’re so good at this,” she murmured, her voice soft and almost sultry.

Your hands started to shake even more. Why did that sound so hot? Your heart raced at her innocent praise, though you knew you were only doing your job. But then again, Karina had a way of making everything she said feel like a tease, and her casual praise had always made your heart flutter.

Once you finished sewing the button back in place, you couldn't resist the temptation. You purposely let your hand graze against her boobs as you pulled away, feigning innocence. “All right! You’re all fixed up! You gotta head back on stage, Jimin,” you said, flashing her a wide-eyed, innocent look as if nothing had happened.

Karina stared at you for a moment, clearly not fooled. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. “Thank you, Y/nnie,” she replied, her voice dripping with playful intent. Before you could respond, she winked at you and rushed off to the stage.

That wink nearly made your legs give out. You knew she was fully aware of the effect she had on you—how could she not be? And yet, there was something thrilling about the whole thing. The way she teased you, the way she knew exactly how to push your buttons, and the way you secretly loved every second of it.

Why did you enjoy it so much? Maybe it was because, in those fleeting moments, it felt like you were sharing a secret game that only the two of you understood.

You watched from backstage as Karina and the girls performed, completely mesmerized by their talent. As always, they were incredible—their vocals flawless, their dances sharp and synchronized. They were aces at what they did, captivating the entire audience with ease.

The show was nearly over, which meant it was time for you to prepare Karina’s going-home outfit. But with Aeri’s stylist absent today, you were also covering for her, adding a bit more pressure to your workload.

As the girls wrapped up their final number, they still had to greet the VIP fans who’d stayed for the after-show. But before they could do that, Aeri came rushing over to you, her face showing a mix of urgency and concern. “Y/N, the strap on my top just broke!” she exclaimed, holding up the loose fabric.

You heard her, but for a split second, your attention was completely elsewhere—specifically, on her chest. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way the broken strap left her top barely clinging to her body. It was only a moment, but you snapped out of it quickly, hoping Aeri hadn’t noticed your wandering eyes.

But someone else had noticed—Karina. From across the room, her gaze was locked on you, and the sight of you staring at Aeri’s chest sparked something inside her. Jealousy. It was subtle, but unmistakable. She knew exactly what was going through your mind, and it lit a fire in her that she couldn’t ignore.

You quickly focused on fixing Aeri’s top, your hands working with practiced efficiency. Once the strap was secured, she flashed you a grateful smile and rushed off to greet her fans. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have handled the situation without further incident.

But your relief was short-lived. As Aeri mingled with her fans, Karina, having just finished thanking her own, made a beeline straight for you. Her steps were purposeful, and you could tell by the way she moved that she had something on her mind.

“Y/N,” Karina said firmly, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Your heart dropped at the sound of her voice. Was she angry? Had you been too obvious? You hadn’t meant to stare, but it was right there in front of you—it had been impossible to resist. You swallowed nervously. “Y-Yeah?” you replied timidly, unsure of what was coming next.

“I saw you,” Karina stated, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Huh?” you responded, trying to play dumb, but your voice wavered.

“I saw you staring at Aeri’s tits,” Karina continued, her eyebrows arched and her arms crossed over her chest.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” you pleaded, panic setting in. The last thing you wanted was to upset Karina.

She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, she reached out and gripped your jaw, pulling you closer to her. Her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “The only tits you’re allowed to look at are mine,” Karina said firmly, her voice low and commanding.

Your jaw dropped at her words, shock rendering you speechless. Your face turned an even deeper shade of red as you processed what she’d just said. “I-I…” you stammered, completely at a loss for words. Your heart pounded in your chest, so loud you could almost hear it in your ears.

Karina’s grip on your jaw softened, but her gaze remained locked on you, waiting for a response. You could barely think, let alone speak, your mind racing with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something else—something that made your pulse quicken in a way you hadn’t expected.

Karina’s hands slid down from your jaw, gripping your waist as she pulled you closer to her. Her lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I see the way you look at me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I see the way you look at my body. You want me, don’t you, Y/N?”

You gulped, unable to trust your voice to respond. The intensity of the moment left you speechless, your mind racing with a mixture of desire and disbelief.

Karina’s breath was warm against your ear as she continued, “Because I want you so bad.” Her words sent a jolt through your body, and before you could fully process what was happening, she grabbed your hands, guiding them to her chest. She pressed your hands against her breasts, forcing you to grip them.

A soft sigh escaped Karina’s lips, and the sound made your knees weak. You let out a quiet whimper, the sensation of her body against yours overwhelming your senses. The boundary between what was real and what you’d only dreamed about was quickly dissolving, and all you could do was hold on, completely captivated by her.

Karina's hands began to move over yours, her touch sending electric currents through your body. You sighed at the sensation, your heart racing, and the pulse between your legs intensified with every moment. You wanted Karina so badly it hurt.

Her other hand slid down, guiding your hand to her crotch. “You feel that, Y/N? You do this to me. You make me so hard,” Karina groaned into your ear, her voice thick with desire. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes locked onto hers, hooded and dilated with lust. You wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to close the distance between you.

Just as you began to lean in, there was a sudden knock at the door, startling you both. You jumped apart, the heat of the moment dissipating as reality crashed back in. Karina quickly turned away to change while you tried to collect yourself, your mind still reeling from what had just happened.

You opened the door to find Aeri standing there again. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes flickered down to her chest before quickly snapping back up. “Uh, sorry, just checking if your strap is holding up,” you said nervously, trying to cover your slip with a nervous chuckle.

Aeri chuckled in return. “Y/N, you’re a pro at sewing—it’s going to hold up just fine,” she reassured you before casually pulling off her shirt in front of you, leaving you momentarily speechless as your jaw dropped slightly.

“Where’s my going-home outfit?” Aeri asked, looking around the room as if she hadn’t just rendered you completely speechless. Your eyes remained glued to her chest, unable to tear yourself away.

Karina, now fully dressed, caught you staring and the jealousy in her eyes was unmistakable. “Y/N!” she snapped, her voice cutting through your daze and jolting you back to reality. You scrambled to find Aeri’s clothes, your hands fumbling as you handed them over to her.

“Here you go, Aeri,” you said sheepishly, feeling more than a little embarrassed. Aeri flashed you a cheesy smile before heading off to change, leaving you alone with Karina.

“What did I just tell you?” Karina’s voice was sharp, dripping with jealousy.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” you whimpered, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you.

“You’re such a fucking perv, Y/N,” Karina spat, her words like a punch to the gut. Your heart dropped, and you felt tears springing to your eyes. “Karina, I’m sorry! Please don’t tell anyone—I promise I’ll stop!” you pleaded, your voice trembling with desperation.

Karina’s expression softened for a moment, but there was a glint in her eyes that told you she was enjoying this—enjoying the power she held over you. Seeing you cry, seeing you so vulnerable, seemed to give her a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“I’m going to put you in your place, Y/N. The only person you’re allowed to stare at is me,” Karina said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

“But—” you began to protest, your voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty.

“No buts,” Karina cut you off, her tone brooking no disagreement. “I better see you in my hotel room later, Y/N. Or so help me, I’ll make sure everyone knows about your little habit.” Her threat hung heavily in the air, a sharp reminder of the power she held over you.

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “O-Okay,” you stammered, unable to look her in the eye.

Karina’s eyes held a steely resolve as she turned away, leaving you to grapple with the weight of her words.

You arrived at the hotel with a mix of anxiety and anticipation, your mind racing as you navigated through the lobby. Karina’s threat still echoed in your ears, and you couldn't shake the nervous energy that had settled in your stomach.

When you reached her door, you took a deep breath and knocked. The sound echoed through the hallway, amplifying your nerves. Moments later, Karina opened the door, her expression a mix of curiosity and determination.

“Come in,” she said, her tone firm but with a hint of anticipation.

You stepped inside, your heart racing. The room was tastefully decorated, and Karina was already in casual clothes, having changed out of her stage outfit. She gestured for you to sit on the couch while she moved to the other side of the room, giving you a moment to gather your thoughts.

“Did you think about what I said?” Karina asked, her voice carrying an undercurrent of authority.

You nodded, feeling your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Yes, I did.”

Karina’s gaze was intense as she walked towards you, her movements deliberate. “Good. Because tonight, I want to make sure you understand just who you’re allowed to look at,” she said, her voice low and steady.

She sat down next to you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her body. “I’m going to show you exactly what I mean,” she continued, her eyes locked on yours. “And I want you to remember this moment, Y/N. Remember who has control here.”

As she spoke, Karina’s hand reached out to gently touch your arm, her touch sending a shiver through you. She leaned in slightly, her lips almost brushing against your ear as she whispered, “You’re mine tonight. Don’t forget it.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in. “I won’t forget,” you promised, your voice barely above a whisper.

Karina smiled, a mixture of satisfaction and desire in her eyes. “Good,” she said, her hand moving from your arm to gently cup your cheek. “Now, let’s make sure you remember who you belong to.”

Without breaking eye contact, Karina guided you gently but firmly onto the bed. The sudden shift from the couch to the soft surface of the bed intensified the electricity in the room. You looked up at her, your heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

Karina followed you, her movements confident and assured. She positioned herself above you, her body pressing down against yours as she straddled your hips. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against your skin.

“Do you understand now?” Karina whispered, her lips almost brushing yours. Her hands explored your sides, her touch both tender and possessive. She paused, her gaze intense and searching.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, overwhelmed by the proximity of her body and the heat of the moment. The weight of her presence was exhilarating, and you could feel every touch, every movement acutely.

Karina’s hands roamed gently over your body, her fingers tracing along your curves with a mix of tenderness and assertiveness.

Karina’s hands gently gripped the bottom of your shirt, lifting it slowly as her eyes locked with yours. The intensity in her gaze made your breath catch, and you let out a shaky sigh. Her movements were deliberate, filled with an almost tangible anticipation.

Once your shirt was off, Karina’s hands continued their journey, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. She pulled them down slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, and you felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement.

Karina stood back up, her hands moving to your bra strap. She looked at you with a question in her eyes, seeking permission, which you gave with a slight nod. As she removed your bra, a low groan escaped her lips at the sight. The sound was both appreciative and possessive.

Karina’s hands roamed gently over your body, her touch exploratory and tender. As she leaned down, she placed a soft, lingering kiss on your chest. The warmth of her lips and the sensation of her touch created a mix of anticipation and comfort.

Her kisses deepened as she began to suck on your tits, each movement both electrifying and soothing. Her gentle touch with the intensity of her sucking left you breathless, your arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and you arched your back into her touch,

Karina’s right hand slid down to your lower body, her touch teasing and gentle as she made contact with your clit. Your breath catching in a gasp of pleasure. “Fuck Karina,” you whimpered, your voice filled with a mix of need and desperation.

“What is it, baby?” Karina’s voice was a low murmur against your chest, full of urgency.

“I need you,” you gasped out, your fingers gripping her hair as she continued to kiss and caress you with a desperate intensity. Her touch was relentless, making every sensation more acute. In one quick motion, Karina pulled off your panties, leaving you exposed. She swiftly followed, and you couldn’t help but let your gaze roam over her body.

“That’s it, baby. Look at me. I want you to focus on me and no one else,” she said firmly, her tone commanding.

Your eyes dropped to her body, and the sight of hergrowing cock made your breath hitch. The thought of feeling her inside you, was nearly overwhelming.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Karina said as her fingers explored you. Her touch made you shiver, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Karina started moving her member against you. Each stroke slid smoothly against your dripping wetness. You could feel the slickness drip down you as her member glided against your soaked crotch, each movement adding to the pleasure driving you both wild.

The tip of her member brushed against your opening. “You’re mine, Y/N,” Karina whispered with a possessive edge. With that, she slid into you, filling you up with a deep, satisfying pressure. The sensation of her moving inside you was intense, and you could feel every shift and thrust.

You gasped at the overwhelming sensation, a mix of pleasure and surprise escaping your lips. “Oh my god,” you moaned, gripping Karina’s back tightly.

Karina responded by kissing your neck, her lips leaving possessive marks as a reminder of your connection. The room echoed with the sounds of your movements, each thrust from Karina purposeful and deep. Her grip on your hips was firm, guiding you to match her rhythm. “You’re mine, Y/N,” Karina groaned, her hands moving to your neck, adding to the intensity.

Her thrusts grew harder and more deliberate, each motion pushing deeper inside you. The sensation was intense, with every thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel the pressure building with each movement. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your body on edge.

Karina’s hands left your neck and moved down to your clit, rubbing it quickly and skillfully. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Squeeze me with your tight cunt,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. “God, Karina,” you cried out, letting the wave of your orgasm wash over you.

Your body tightened around her, your slit gripping her member so tightly that the pressure and sensation made it difficult for her to move, but the pleasure was undeniable. Karina’s breathing grew heavier as she neared her own climax. “God baby you’re so tight” She groaned out.

With a final, deep thrust, Karina’s orgasm hit, and she filled you completely, the sensation of her release made you shiver against her.

As the intensity of the moment faded, Karina’s breathing gradually slowed. She gently pulled away, her movements tender and careful. Her eyes, filled with a mix of satisfaction and affection, met yours.

Karina brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her touch soft and soothing. “You did so well,” she murmured, her voice warm and reassuring. She helped you adjust your position, ensuring you were comfortable and relaxed.

Gently, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close in a comforting embrace. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on your skin, and she pressed a series of soft kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice full of concern as she checked in with you. Her eyes searched yours, wanting to make sure you felt good both physically and emotionally.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her care and the afterglow of your shared experience. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you replied, your voice filled with gratitude.

Karina smiled and continued to hold you, her presence a calming reassurance. She fetched a warm cloth and gently cleaned you up, her touch gentle and attentive. As she worked, she stayed close, her touch and gaze conveying her affection and commitment to making sure you were well.

The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing and Karina’s comforting presence.

Karina chuckled softly as she looked at you with a playful glint in her eye. “You’re gonna hate what I did to your neck,” she said, her tone light but mischievous.

You stared at her, puzzled, before slowly getting up to head to the bathroom. Your heart raced as you approached the mirror, curiosity mixed with a touch of apprehension.

When you finally looked in the mirror, you saw the marks Karina had left on your neck. The dark, hickeys were a clear reminder of the intensity of your time together. “Karina!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

Karina’s laughter was soft but warm, her eyes twinkling as she joined you in the bathroom. “I just wanted to make sure you remember who you belong to,” she said with a grin, her tone affectionate despite the teasing.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, despite the shock. “Well, mission accomplished,” you said, shaking your head. “I guess I’ll be wearing high collars for a while.”

Karina reached out and gently touched your arm, her expression softening. “I’m sorry if I went a bit overboard,” she said, her voice sincere. “I just got carried away.”

You smiled at her, feeling a deep sense of affection and connection. “It’s okay,” you replied. “I like it”

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brairslair · 10 months ago

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your monster trio nsfw headcanons were immaculate (seriously Zoro's was PERFECTION) could you do the same for Law and Ace?

@valkyrie-sun-walker

yes ofc! and thank youuu 💓💓 i got the 2nd req from a wonderful anon after i started writing this, so i decided to combine the two! here ya go mls :)

part 2 to this post

18+ ONLY (minors… 👉🏻🚪)

a/n: just me lusting over these men so ofc they’re all yappers, + i apologize to any usopp enjoyers for making usopp’s section a lil shorter 💌

don’t forget to like, comment, reblog, and follow to support my work!

“see what you do to me?”

law:

tough guy syndrome TM

puts on a cold front, but will wear flowers in his hair if you pick them for him

the kinda guy who can dish it out but can’t take it

in every sense

he can say the most flirtatious, descriptive, borderline pornographic shit to you with a smirk on his face

but the second you return the same attitude, he gets all flustered and fumbles over his words

he acts all dominant and in control when he’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear

he takes great pride in his affect on you

“feels good, yeah?”

but when you take the reigns, he literally turns into a puddle at your fingertips

- “cat got your tongue?”

“shut up-”

clearly a switch

specifically a bratty sub + mean dom switch

so basically just a little bitch 24/7

when he’s a mean dom tho, he is a fucking mean dom

he’ll edge you until your crying from frustration, and then make you cum over and over until you lose count

“honey, are those tears? it’s just too much for you, isn’t it”

“you wanna be a good little slut for me, don’t you? then hold it.”

“count down from ten, nice and slow, and don’t you dare fucking cum until you get to one”

has a choking kink (giving and receiving)

also really likes to use toys on you, or watch you use them yourself

his favorite tho is your wand vibrator

he’ll hold it against your clit until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and you’re eyes are watering from overstimulation

or he’ll push it against you while he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, making you feel so much pleasure all at once that you see white behind your eyelids

he’s not a huge fan of pda, unless he’s jealous, and then he’s got you pressed against a wall with his tongue down your throat

if you get needy while he’s busy, he’ll make you ride his thigh

he’ll continue on with his work, acting as if you aren’t even there soaking through his jeans

his gentle hand on your hip, dick already hard against your knee, and a soft “good job, baby” when you cum are the only indicators that he was paying attention at all

get’s rly cocky when he catches u staring at his chest/back/tattoos

even worse when it’s his hands

will 100% use it against you to tease you all the time

will put his hands on your waist/thigh if he catches you looking for too long in public

then later he’ll make you come on his fingers and keep his mouth running the whole time

“bet this is what you were thinking about, huh. staring at my my fingers all day? couldn’t help it, could you?”

“oh, you can take more than that. cmon, one more”

“awh baby, i can feel you squeezin me already. you wanna cum so bad, don’t you sweetheart? not yet.”

he’ll get you right to the edge just to slow down to an agonizing pace and then make you beg him to let you cum

then he’ll have you suck his fingers clean

he’s a menace

but he’s also really good at aftercare, and will tell you how well you did and make you feel so loved and relaxed

now, as a bratty sub…

he is such a pain in the ass

he knows every way to get under your skin and get you exactly where he wants you

when you’re kissing him he’ll fight you for dominance even though he’s clearly losing

makes sassy ass comments whenever you speak just to piss you off

he could literally already be doing something but refuse if you tell him to

- “take off your pants”

“say please”

even when he admits defeat, he’ll continue to run his mouth for as long as possible before his brain turns to mush

if you use your mouth on him, it’s over

he’ll go from being a brat, to gripping the sheets in seconds

once you shut his brain off, he’s a total mess

his hands and mouth sloppy and all over you

when you ride him, he can’t take his eyes off of where your bodies meet, groaning at the wet sounds of your slick with every bounce

when he does look up at you he almost busts as soon as he sees your proud smile and blown out eyes looking down at him

his moans are loud and gravelly, and he’s desperately gripping at your hips, and whining, and cursing, and panting in your ear

the only words he seems to remember are “fuck” and your name

he loves it when your mean

- “you don’t get to touch unless you ask nicely. go on.”

“oh fuck- please”

also low key a sucker for light bondage (both ways)

acts like he doesn’t like when you mark him up because he doesn’t want other people to see, but it’s actually because every time he see’s your work on his skin he wants to pounce on you

and he can’t have that 24/7 now can he (i wish tho tbh)

will bite on your shoulder when you finally let him cum, leaving dainty little tooth shaped bruises behind like a medal

and of course, a few minutes after he comes down from his high, he goes right back to being a little shit

ace:

such a cocky motherfucker

but in a cute endearing way

also allergic to shirts apparently, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t to show off for you at least a little

but he get’s all proud when he notices you ogling him

he’d say somthing goofy like

“like what you see?”

while wiggling his eyebrows

he is a messy kisser

like super sloppy

he just can’t get over how lucky he is to even be able to have your company, or be able to touch you at all, so getting to kiss you blows his mind a little and makes it short circut

soft dommmm

ace just wants to take care of you

he loves to slowly make you fall apart over and over, being there to be your anchor

but he’s also super talkative

“that’s it, princess. keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?”

“just like that, keep going. doing such a good job”

“just a little more baby, you can take it”

loves eating you out, and he’s good at it

he likes to hold your hips down with one arm, and use his other hand to stretch you open

goes insane if you pull his hair

will put your legs over his shoulders

both a tits and ass guy

will bury his face in either and be perfectly content if he suffocates

he’s always kissing some part of you, wether its your lips, your neck, your thighs, your wrists, doesn’t matter because his mouth is on you

absolutely loves hearing your sounds, especially if you’re whimpering and whining

hearing you be so needy all for him drives him up the wall

kind of a dumbass sometimes, but can surprisingly lead to amazing sex sometimes

doesn’t realize how everyone ogles him wherever he goes

and he certainly doesn’t realize when other girls are throwing themselves at him

you know he doesn’t intentionally engage, but it’s still hard to not feel jealous watching the interactions

but when he notices you’re jealous… oh boy

he gets SO cocky (like more obnoxious than usual)

“awh, baby, are you jealous?”

“you know i only have eye’s for you”

“want me to prove it?”

and he will

he’d bring your hand to his dick, allowing you to feel how hard he is already

“see what you do to me?”

“this is all yours, baby”

“i’m alllll yours”

and then he’d proceed to fuck you until your legs are shaking, heat burning in your chest from overstimulation

but he makes sure to reassure you that he didn’t even notice the other girls intentions, because the only girl that he cares about is you <3

he’s not the jealous type himself, because he knows there’s no need to be

he trusts you, and he believes you when you tell him how much you love him

however, he does not trust other people

therefore, he is extremely protective of you

he’s honestly into pda

he just loves showing you off any chance he gets

one thing about ace is he will talk you through it

and he’ll hold your hand the whole time too

“yeahhh, there you go, princess”

“mm, there’s my girl”

“go on baby, soak me”

does the tummy push thing

also does the knee thing

goes feral if he sees you in any of his clothes

especially his hat

this is a “save a horse ride a cowboy” relationship

loves to put his weight on you, still being careful not to squish you

he just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible

and he’ll pin your hand’s above your head with one of his, interlacing your fingers

gets super giddy and proud when he fucks you dumb

“look at you, all pretty and fucked out”

“lettin me fuck you dumb, huh? lettin me fuck your brains out?”

“fuck, you can’t even think anymore, can you? feel too good to think, huh pretty girl”

he’s a biter and will sometimes leave marks, but he is not sorry

temperature play perhaps

is a fan of cockwarming

im also an avid believer in gamer bf ace

so he’ll have you just sit on his dick while he’s gaming, feeling you pulse and twitch around him in restraint

every once in a while he’d move his hips just enough to make you gasp, but then back to nothing

if you do move your hips he holds them still, reminding you of your agreement

he’ll make you sit there, almost completely still until you’re pleading and whimpering for him to let you move

“go ahead, pretty girl”

“take what you need”

he will buy you lingerie, and he will lose his mind every time he sees you in something he bought for you

face sitting enthusiast

will say “i love you” during sex at least once

will also probably quote an action movie while balls deep inside of you and completely brush past it like it was nothing

no matter what pace is set, he fucks hard

he’ll lift your legs from around his hips to push them against your chest, because the angle feels so much deeper

he’ll gradually build up speed, just to slow back down when either of you gets too close, to make it last longer

this will go on until you’re begging

“shh, hey, it’s okay baby, i’ve got you”

“just let it build with me, hm? we have all the time in the world”

“promise it’ll feel sooo good”

and when you’ve both evened out your breathing, he smothers you with affection and makes sure to take good care of you

usopp:

he’s a sub, full stop.

tried to dom at first, but it was just not natural to him at all

still will try to act all tough and in control, but he’s in the palm of your hand in seconds every time

more than willing to do anything you ask of him

gets flustered SO easily

will become a total mess from the smallest things

he gets defensive when you tease him, but he secretly really enjoys it

thigh guy

face sitting fan #2

loves kissing you and would do it all day every day if he could

any amount of pleasure you give him will turn him into a babbling mess

he’ll just say anything honestly

“hmm- feels so good”

“pleasepleaseplease-”

“can i kiss you? please let me kiss you-”

little bit of a mommy kink but embarrassed about it

suuuuper reactive

was 100% a virgin before you, so you have to help guide him in the beginning

you also help him discover what he likes and dislikes

he has a massive praise kink

“good boy” has him panting and fisting the sheets

he also really likes your hands

the way you hold his jaw so firmly when you kiss him

or gently squeeze his shaft when you tease him through his boxers

and even how you press your thumb past his lips to stifle his noises as you make him cum in your fist

his moans are whiny and a soft, getting lost in the pleasure

“ohhh- wow”

once his brain is long gone, he honestly doesn’t talk much until he’s getting close

thats when the incoherent stuttering starts back up again

“you’re so- ahh- so good at that”

“don’t stop, don’t stop-”

“i think i’m gonna… i’m cumming”

when he does cum, he’s either whining your name like a broken record, or so fucked out all he can do is pant and gasp and paw at your skin

he’s also a crier when he gets overstimulated

always polite and says thank you <3

asks are open! <3

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revelboo · 7 days ago

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YOU 🫵 WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE 😤

Getting me back in my transformers phase with all your amazing writing! How dare you! Now I have to go learn how to draw damn robots 🤧

In all seriousness, tho I'm so glad to find other people who love transformers as much as I do, even if it's all online 🥲

I regret nothing! And the Transformers community here is pretty chill. 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Everything Is Alright Pt 90

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Irritated, Starscream slides an arm around you. Between you and Soundwave to pull you to him and away from the communications officer. Optics lifting to meet the other Decepticon’s stare over the top of your head as he drags you into his lap. Knows exactly what Soundwave is up to, trying to ingratiate himself with you. To get back in your good graces after betraying you. And also knows your soft heart will forgive him. Allowing him to hurt you again later. That’s not going to happen, even if he has to protect you from yourself.

• Relaxing slowly as Starscream bands an arm around you, the other hand cupping the back of your head, you hide your face against the warm mesh of his neck. Maybe they’ll allow you to go home. Get some things and your phone. You don’t have to give your family details, only that you’re okay. You met someone. Fell in love. With Star and Soundwave. It’s still so surreal when you think about it, your mind shying away from that word. Love. You’d blurted it out in front of Megatron and it’s lingered there, weighing you down with the knowledge that you’ve not actually told either of them. Star had felt it you’re almost positive when you’d touched his spark again. So tangled in each other there could be no secrets. But that’s not exactly the same as saying it. And saying it to both of them still feels uncomfortably like betraying one or the other of them. That you shouldn’t love them both, that something’s broken in you for feeling that way. For warning them both equally.

• Petty as a sparkling refusing to share a favorite toy, seeing him as a threat. Knows that the Seeker will try his best to convince you that he’s all you need. Maybe even that Soundwave is a danger to you. Venting softly and refusing to back down, he slips his hands between you and Star and slides them down to your hips. Sees the Seeker freeze, wings trembling with fury. Pointedly glaring right back as his servos wander down over your lower belly until you make a soft, hitching sound and squirm against the Seeker.

• Warm hands slide against you, servos sliding under the hem of your loose pants. And all thoughts of confessing your feelings scatter as Soundwave cups you. Aware of the decidedly unhappy sound Starscream is making as you shift in his lap, almost growling as you catch at his chassis and lift up onto your knees. Feel Soundwave follow you, his hips bumping against your butt as he strokes a servo against you and then slides it inside you. His mouth against the back of your shoulder as your own mouth opens against Star’s chin, teeth grazing him as you’re trapped between them. Trapped in the haze of heat and need as your body responds to the stroking of those servos.

• Denta bared as you make a soft needy sound that goes right through him and your mouth brushes the corner of his, frustration and annoyance twist into need. Knows this is a calculated move, Soundwave trying to distract him from his goals with you. Growling when the communications officer pushes against you and he’s forced back onto his elbows in turn, your little palms on his chassis. Shifting yourself against him to seek his mouth and he tangles his servos in your hair, giving you what you want, aware of the sound of cloth tearing and you crying out against him as Soundwave grips your hips and slowly buries his spike inside you. Moving inside you while you’re on top of him.

• On his knees behind you, he rocks himself against you. Listening to your needy sounds as the Seeker lazily explores your mouth. And it occurs to him that even though Star doesn’t like sharing, he does enjoy watching you being fragged even though he’ll never admit it. Losing himself to the feel of you wrapped so tight around his spike, your mind whispering warm through his, it’s strange to realize that he doesn’t hate this. Doesn’t like the treacherous Seeker by any means, but can’t truly hate him, because if not for him Soundwave wouldn’t have this. Wouldn’t have you. And he’s not going to let the Seeker take that away even if he has to take a page from Starscream’s own book to protect this feeling and bond you without asking. To take.

• Too much. Body winding up as Soundwave lazily thrusts against you, spike stroking deep with wet sounds and Star’s mouth moves hungrily against yours. Star’s hands. Soundwave’s hands. Soundwave’s mouth on the curve of your shoulder where it meets your neck. Can feel him in your head again, warm as he wraps himself around you. Overwhelmed by both of them and loving it. “Let go,” Soundwave growls, thrusting a little harder as Starscream’s glossa steals inside to tangle with your tongue and you come apart. Star swallowing your cry as Soundwave buries himself deep, feeling him release inside you. Loving them both. Needing them both.

• They’re all degenerate deviants. An army of them. Passing by Vortex and Skywarp returning from patrol, both of them had scented of humans. Different humans. It’s an epidemic of xenophilia and he can’t understand it. Can’t figure out the fascination with the little organics. One or two Decepticons, okay. Curiosity. Some mechs will frag anything their spike can fit inside. Primus, knows he’s overheard Hook ranting about removing objects after a certain body part gets stuck inside them. But this?

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #idw starscream #megatron x reader #soundwave x reader #idw soundwave #idw megatron

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lonelystarrs · 1 year ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝑨 𝑫𝒐𝒈 𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇! 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒊 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Description: Blue Lock had a secret and a serum but it wasn’t enough this time, fortunately there was something that could help Shouei —you, and nothing was stopping him get there.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI seriously. Kinktober + extremely descriptive + monsterfucking + werewolf Barou + knots + collar /marking/ breeding/ size kinks + fluff at the end I couldn’t help myself sorry <3 I love the ending tho 🥹 +

The smash of glass was unmistakable as it echoed through your apartment, the recent phone conversation still rattling around your mind.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

You understood but none the less the information was a shock, a difficult thing to comprehend in a short space of time, monsters were real… it wasn’t just myth.

Aliens were easy to believe, it was never gonna be a shock when society admits they know of their existence… but werewolves?

Seriously?

That was something you really thought out of fiction… like those corny Halloween horrors of real weird looking wolf men made on a budget.

You stood in your living room, the phone in your hand that had ended the call not even five minutes ago, still debating on perhaps this was some kind of joke.

It all became very real when the heavy footsteps cracked over the glass, the low growl that could be heard made your throat dry, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as the hot breath behind it skimmed over your skin.

The low growl, the light clacking of teeth meeting, the hot pants against your neck.

“He will come to you and you won’t be able to run, this is no joke.”

It was too late to even think of running, Barou had already found you.

The growl this time was loud before a long snout appeared over your right shoulder, lips peeled back revealing perfect white teeth that were anything but human, long white canines dominated the rest, drool starting to dribble down onto your shoulder.

He sniffed, turning his head to you to nuzzle his nose into your hair and that’s what made you spin around, phone flying from your hand skidding under the table.

Red eyes were glowing in the darkness of your apartment, the low light from the TV causing a shadow to dance over his features and the only way you recognised this was Barou was from that cross on the side of his head, the fur not covering it like his hair when he was human.

He stood taller, a good 2-3ft taller and he looked ridiculous in your apartment, his shear size was five times his usual. His coat was black, long hair covering him but your could still see the muscle under it. Long claws flexed at his side which led you to look at a semi hard cock leaking, flexing as his gaze fixed on you.

The tip curved up at the bottom, appearing from a fur sheath, it was a deep red and glistening in pre, dripping from the tip which kept throbbing.

He hadn’t just grown in height and form, everything about him was physically different, physically enlarged. Human form he was big enough to take just about, still a struggle if you’d not seen him for awhile…. But this looked impossible now, length easily measuring your forearm but the sheer girth of it made it more intimidating.

“B-Barou?”

A low growl was your only response, paired with him stepping one clawed foot forward, cock flexing again as he sniffed, glowing red eyes locked onto you.

“H-Hey B? C’mon you can hear me right? You understand?”

His lips curled upward into a snarl and you reacted out of pure instinct, turning to run but only managing to get half way around before he lunged and tackled you to the floor, thrusting his hips forward his inhuman cock pressing into your ass. You muffled a yelp, face smushed into the carpet below you as he began to rut against you, panting next to your ear and using his entire, enormous form to pin you down forcefully.

“Five years ago during the introduction to Blue Lock certain members were infected with a werewolf virus, to improve the players on the field. We created a serum before infecting them to stop the more… animalistic changes and traits to develop. However, there has been some reluctance to the serum during certain…triggers.”

You cried out under him, mixing with a moan when he changed his angle and lifted your hips to press his girthy cock against your covered core and you clenched around nothing. The feeling of panic and this being wrong was quickly leaving you from the pulses sent to your cunt, replacing with a fucked up curiosity for him to fuck you like a feral animal.

“He’s still Barou, he’s one of the few that keep good control over himself and he takes his medications religiously… They all take a serum to prevent them going into ruts so it’s why you’d never experienced it before. They also try to stay away from potential mates around their ruts as it does test the limit of the medication. The serum also stops them transforming on full moons, he’s had two doses but it’s had no affect and he’s even broke the restraints.. has anything happened recently that’s been odd? That might have caused his instinct to override the serum?”

Your silk night shorts riding up, his desperate rutting easing the material aside and you felt him rub up against you bare, a moan leaving you as his tip caught your clit, a deep rumble formed in his chest. His hips stuttered as he clumsily tried to angle his cock against you, the silk shorts too twisted and tight for him to work out in the state and angle he was in. Instead he slotted between your thighs and began rutting again, heavy balls bouncing against the back of your thighs and his curved tip grazing your clit harshly.

Your voice begging his name again made him suddenly pull away flinching, stepping backwards with an almost whine and backing up against a wall, you turned over onto your back, silk night top twisted leaving a strap off your shoulder and twisted shorts. Panting you watched him stumble through the living room into the darkness of the hallway knocking things over, snarls and whines coming from him like he was in pain.

You followed carefully stepping over the shattered glass, eying the claw marks that dragged down the walls knocking the collection of photos you gathered over the years with him.

You reached out when he herded himself into the bedroom where the large window was smashed in from his entrance earlier. The full moon glowed a beam into the room and on his form, panting heavily trying to leave back through the window. Your fingers brushed his fur only for him to swat at you and snarl again, baring his teeth and red eyes flashing, almost illuminating in the dark of your apartment,

Yet you didn’t feel threatened by him.

“It’s going to hurt him, as said Barou is more aware, there are only two others who can manage like he can. But he will be pain fighting himself. Unfortunately there’s nothing we can do if he gets to you, he’ll fight to the death if he sees you as a mate and if he’s during a rut like this we stand no chance, he’s the third most aggressive in the pack. He’s too valuable for us to risk injuring, so I’m afraid we are going to have to let you deal with it, it’s the only way he’s going to calm down.

Be aware that if this information gets out, we will deal with you ourselves, do you understand? Someone will be by tomorrow to drop off an antidote to prevent him infecting you —take it within 12 hours and once a day until he is out of rut. There will be a care pack for you, it will be by the door. I can assure you miss, you will be needing the pain relief, take one tablet a day.”

“Fuck off.”

His voice echoed with something behind it, something else mixing in with the voice you knew so well. He was drooling, silver spit watering through his teeth and sticking to his coat, he was panting hard through his nose like he was fighting for self control.

You released a shaky sigh, trying to relax yourself and your heart slamming against your ribs, you were sure he could sense it but smiled at him regardless, stepping back with the moonlight still glowing on your form.

Your hands rising to pull down the straps of your top, thumb hooking into the band of your shorts and you shimmied them off your body leaving you bare before him never breaking eyes with him.

His widened staring at you frozen, half looking over his shoulder from the frame of the broken window, seemingly calming for a few seconds as if he had registered what you were getting at but not fully believing it.

His foot on the ledge retracted back into the room and he turned around to face you, red eyes on your body like he was in some kind of trance, letting you step forward into his space.

“It’s okay, Barou.” You stepped forwards and he didn’t move back this time, watching your every move with glowing red eyes. You reached forward tracing it around the small formed knot that throbbed before running a finger up to the curved tip then pressing to the slit spreading the ridiculous amount of pre he had leaking from it.

“-fuck me, that’s what you need right? It’s what you want?”

His lips curled back, teeth bared and his ears flattened and you could almost hear him warning you not to fucking tease him. Wrapping your hand around his cock, fingers not managing to touch from his girth you stroke him to try to encourage him, his hips jolting forward as his cock flexed in your hand.

The deep grunt that left him made you laugh lightly at him, running your other hand up his chest noticing something hidden —a snapped chain resting in this thick fur. You wrapped your hand around it and pulled it forward causing him to lower slightly, you watched it trail up his chest and link to a thick collar as you pulled it from his coat.

It made you groan out in a pleased manner, pussy pulsing causing your thighs to rub together.

“I’ll take it, I’ll take you B. How about if I tug on this if you’re going too far? You can stop yourself, I know you can, you’re such a good boy..”

The smile you gave him was enough, your shitty humour showing even though he could hear your heart racing behind your ribs.

You walked backwards until the bed hit the back of your knees, pulling the chain forward encouraging him to follow you —and he did.

He was stiff and cautious, wary about his movements in fear of losing control of himself, not helped with you encouraging him like you were.

Made worse when you sat onto the bed, released the chain, leaned back onto your elbows and spread your legs for him.

The pink dusted across your cheeks, his glowing eyes focused on your cunt glistening for him and the smell of your arousal.

The worry in him flew out the shattered window.

Barou surged forward, large clawed hands gripped under your thighs, cupping your ass and lifting your hips from the bed until you only had contact with the bed on your shoulders. Throwing your legs over his shoulder and opening his jaws, his bite was so large you fit perfectly between them. Silver teeth glistening as they rested gently on your stomach, others pressing into your ass and lower back, his large tongue shooting out and licking a long, thick stripe up your cunt and he growled at the taste.

Your hands shot forward to bury into his fur, gripping just behind his ears. Mouth agape as you stared at him in shock, something flashed across his eyes and it was the last moment of mercy he gave you.

Inhuman tongue started to lap at you, over and over greedily and sloppily —you could hear his tongue against you. Messily swirling around your entire cunt, leaving nothing untouched. Your legs shaking already as he held you up to his chest. Heavy drool spilled down your ass and back, bucking your hips into him as he hit everything.

“F-Fuck, Barou S’so good, baby m’gonna cum if you ke-hah~! There, there -fuck M’cumming! You’re making me- fuck!”

Your eyes rolled back, no noise managing to leave you at the sheer explosion through your body from cumming so fast, practically convulsing against him as you came hard and he wasn’t stopping.

You babbled at him, trying to pull away from his rough tongue but he refused, claws digging into your skin as a warning, jaws clamping down on you keeping your body slotted between them.

The noise that left you was unholy, shoving his entire tongue into your pussy filling you, the feeling was foreign and it made you squirm under him as he practically cleaned you out of cum, his thick salvia coating your insides and covering you entirely.

He was panting hard as he pulled back, tongue lolled out to the side as he lowered you to his cock, legs over his forearms, large clawed hands holding your hips and weight easily as he glided himself along your pussy, using it to rut against and slick himself up, his red eyes fixed watching himself rut against you.

His now inhuman cock bigger than usual, slit leaking pre like it was drooling for you, his knot starting to get bigger.

Your shakey hand reached out to grab the chain again and he looked up at you, eyes locking with your own and he stopped thinking you’d changed your mind, cock flexing against you in protest.

Instead he seen no reluctance just you looking at him with needy, glassy eyes.

You nodded at him through heavy breathing, body still shaking from cumming so hard and your legs were still quivering, cunt clenching around nothing.

“G-Go for it, trust you B.”

His ears flattened like it was a show on uncertainty, pulling his hips back and sliding along you again until his curved tip caught your drooling hole. Easing himself in he stuttered above you, his sensitivity through the roof as he felt you start to stretch to take him and you were tight. He growled, a deep rumble from his throat as he bared his teeth again watching himself sink into you, frothy ring of white forming as his pre met with slick and spit.

You hissed at the burn, chewing the inside of your cheek and throwing your head back, one arm following to grip the sheets behind you with one hand. The others grip tightened on the chain leading up to Barou’s collar and you pulled him forward, unintentionally pushing him deeper swallowing his dick.

His thrust forward was impatient and rough, filling you instantly and stilling in you for a few seconds to regain his self control, cock flexing uncontrollably inside you and you huffed, the air knocked from your lungs feeling so full, looking down to see your stomach bulging from him being so big.

You moaned as he drew his hips back, dragging against your walls leaving no inch of you untouched inside, cock covered in slick and drool he used to make it easier for you to take him.

Claws planting either side of you he set a rough pace, a sloppy, wet plap plap plap echoing in the room. His hips slamming into you watching the bulge in your stomach move with each thrust, his panting becoming heavier as his knot started forming at the base, only just slightly thicker than he was. A link of slick forming and breaking each time it hit your clit, eyes so focused on fucking himself fucking you like this.

Instinct kicked in and he pulled out flipping you over onto your stomach with one clawed hand gripping yours, moving it down to hold against your lower stomach, he rutted against you clumsily sliding between your ass and thighs until he found your hole again. Crying out as he filled, you both feeling the bulge form in your stomach from his hand above yours.

“Feel… it?”

His voice was deeper, gruffer and sounded like two voices mixed together, you nodded dumbly against the mattress, your ass in the air as he mounted you from behind burying himself balls deep.

Switching to shallow thrusts, not using his length this time and you figured out why when you felt yourself started to stretch again, his knot was forming inside of you, Barou was keeping himself in so he could plug you.

The claw near your head dug into the sheets, piercing the mattress as he fucked you in short hard thrusts, panting against your neck, his tongue lolled out drooling on you.

“Mine, Mine..”

He was between growling and grunting, using his body weight to keep you pinned down as he fucked you into the bed.

Your eyes were crossing, unable to form words just pathetic little noises. Only grounded by the feel of him fucking his cock into your hand through the bulge was making your cunt clench around him. Swallowing his knot as it swelled in you, when it started rubbing against that spot your breath hitched in your throat.

“B-B m’gonna squirt if you-“

He was ignoring you, using you as he rutted against you like a desperate animal, unable to move from his entire weight over you, you could only lay there and take it. Your knees were starting to buckle and even when you fell to the bed he didn’t stop.

Your legs straightened between his and he only leaned forward more to press himself to stay in you, fucking you in prone bone instead of doggy. He slid his hand out from on top of yours between the bed, leaving you to feel the bulge, gripping your ass cheek he pulled it apart to watch himself spread you open.

“Fuckin’ cum-“

Barou rotated his hips, watching his knot prevent him from pulling out, the squelch of slick mixed with pre was lewd. He started to thrust again, those short hard punches watched by his glowing eyes and he growled when your hips perched up, crying out as you came, squirt releasing from your cunt over his fur as he kept pounding into you.

You were practically screaming under him into the mattress, convulsing under him as he fucked you into seeing stars.

Unable to pull from you, your walls clenching around him painfully brought him with you, a stuttered thrust and he spilled into you. He watched his knot pulsing as he emptied everything he had, growling when you came again around him begging him with babbling words.

“Keep it’ in,”

“M’full, Barou I can’t take anymore, I’m full —s’too much.”

“Said could, so take..”

He thrust forward to make his point, claws digging into your ass keeping it open so he could watch your pussy pulsing around his throbbing knot.

“Fuck - fuck it’s too much.”

Barou felt your body trying to push him out, cock drench in cum that he’d unloaded into you, when his knot deflated he pulled from you with a lewd pop watching as it all poured from your swollen hole. Your skin red from his vicious slapping, small cuts from his claws as he dug them into you.

His ears flattened again, looking up your body seeing it shaking lightly, breathing uneven as you tried to calm down, leaning over you he nuzzled into your neck as if trying to give some kind of comfort.

Waking up alone didn’t feel right, the bed empty of Barou felt different to when he was away for soccer. The dull ache between you legs was weirdly pleasant, but your whole body was aching more painfully, neck difficult to turn and your hips hurting.

Your eye caught a small white bag on your beside table, sitting up onto your elbows you noticed a glass of water and a large red pill with a white line through the middle sat there.

Along with a note that was in Barou’s ridiculously neat, pretty writing.

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 -𝑩

You recalled the phone conversation, about them sending you something to prevent getting infected and pain relief but you’d never seen a pill like this before.

You swung your achy legs out of bed, grabbing the glass of water and pill to swallow.

You noticed the sheets changed and clean, you were also in one of Barou’s hoodies that drowned you being so big but you didn’t remember any of that…

Had you passed out or something?

It was comforting that he was obviously feeling himself, being the neat clean freak that he was.

The door shutting caught your attention and you stood, walking towards the kitchen, the claw marks still down the wall but the glass and broken pictures had been cleaned up.

You arrived in the kitchen the same time as Barou, who was carrying a bag of groceries, also drinks from your favourite coffee place with a small food bag, however the only thing you focused on was his expression and it was stormy.

He wasn’t happy.

At all.

“Hey B-“

“Shut up-“

You frowned, pouting and looking else where as he turned to look at you, striding over to you in no time and his hand curled around the hoody at the front, pulling you up close.

“Are you fucking stupid? The fuck do you think you’re doin’ pulling that shit last night? You realise I could have—“

He paused his words, just staring at you unable to find it in himself to actually finish the sentence and it made you look back at him.

Barou Shouei never cried, he claimed he never had when he was born and you doubt he ever would, but the closest you’d ever get to seeing that was now, his red eyes glazed ever so slightly and his jaw clenched. It was a mere second but you caught it, your hand lifted to his face tucking the stray strand that had fallen from his messy half man bun.

“You’d never hurt me in any way, it doesn’t matter what you are it’s still you, I guess I felt that. Plus you needed help and you came where you should for it, besides…” you prodded his cheek, before patting your chest and puffing it out “-I’d say I was very brave! The loyal ol’vagina never fails you does she?”

“Tch,”

He released you, shoving his hands into his pockets and glaring off down the hallway over your shoulder. Wisely not reacting to your shitty humour, as he calls it. You noticed how tired he looked, unusual bangs under his eyes just noticeable.

“I thought you hated the half man bun look anyway?”

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the kitchen, grumbling something he didn’t think you’d hear under his breath.

“You like it, spoilt brat.”

You cackled before running up to him and jumping on his back, despite his grumpiness his hands wrapped around your thighs as he gave you a lift to the kitchen, sitting you down on the island next to the groceries.

He went to walk forward and grab your coffee, but your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his back against you and kissing the cross on the side of his head.

“You still have this when you’re… y’know,”

He managed to turn in your grip, planting his hands either side of your hips, his eyes skimming over the bruises on your thighs from his hoodie riding up.

“-you uh, you still got that collar Barou?”

Surprisingly it didn’t take much convincing to get it around his neck again, your hand wrapped around the chain as he buried himself balls deep into you. Pulling him forwards he rested elbows either side of your head against the bed to hold himself up, hips rolling into you beautifully as he sent a steady pace, his human self looking far for familiar than what fucked you last night.

“You wanna breed me, good boy?”

He sneered at you, looking a little pissed off but his cock flexing inside of you said otherwise. You tugged on the collar as he choked out noise before glaring at you.

“You keep doin’ that I’m gonna cum, fuckin’ stop it.”

Rolling your hips up into him he let out an airy moan, meeting yours with his own response, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“Thats the point-hah- fuck feel s’good-“

Your head rolled back into the mattress, Barou dove forward locking his mouth around a nipple as you arched up into him, his knees spread keeping your legs over his hips, your thighs over his and your hips elevated. His more human cock stretching you out as he rutted down into you, the squelching and slapping of his wet balls against your ass.

“Keep makin’ that noise-“ he looked up at you, thrusting harder again and angling himself, the same beggy noise leaving you “-yeah, that. I found it huh? Gonna give it up, or I gotta keep fuckin you dumb like this?”

“N-No m’gonna c-cum, don’t stop, don’t stop-“

You pulled again and tightened the collar unintentionally as your vision went white, you came around him so hard he couldn’t pull his cock back, he moaned against your skin, hips jolting as he suddenly released, the tension on the collar almost choking him out and he was drooling.

“Ah, fuck-“

Barou held himself over you, cock flexing as he shot out hot cum into your swollen cunt, his stomach twitching and hips jolting as he kept unloading himself into you.

“M’still damn cummin’ shit..”

You clenched down on him, rolling your hips to encourage him to move and he planted his hand at your hips to stop you, a choked noise leaving him before he glared at you, his cock too sensitive to handle it.

“You sure you ain’t the one ruttin’? Acting like such a needy brat. You took the medicine right?”

You nodded dumbly, falling slack to the bed and waved him off as he pulled from you, wet cock slapping against his thighs watching as cum drooled from you, replacing with his fingers abruptly making you wince and jump up.

“S-Shit Barou w-“

“Stop pushin’ it out, I just cleaned the damn sheets! Get your ass in the shower!”

“Have some damn modesty Barou! It’s not my fault you’re cumming so much!”

“Quit whining and move! Shower.now.”

“I ain’t a puppet ‘Sho you can’t have your hand there and expect me to walk!”

Grumbling under his breath he wrapped his other arm around your waist, swinging you around with him until he sat under you, standing he threw you over his shoulder keeping your ass up as he walked to the bathroom.

“Such a fine ass, Barou Shouei. Look at it go! Such pride.”

The slap you gave it rang through the apartment, followed by a scream as he turned the water on cold.

Watching you panic under the stream, slapping at nothing in hopes of hitting him and you ranting out unfavourable names, he smirked at you.

His heart racing in his chest, the weight lifted from him knowing you’d accepted this side of him —his disappearing around full moons and ruts would be no longer, he’d stay with you.

The last thing he just had to do was put that damn ring on your finger that had been sat in his locker for the last five months.

©pharix/lonelystarrs 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

Footnotes: “he’s the third most aggressive in the pack.”

So that was my twist on him being the third best fighter in Blue Lock, after Shidou first and Kunigami Second (this is actual canon btw!)

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damiansgoodgirll · 5 months ago

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Could you write a smutty damian priest x fem!reader where he LOVES to leave hickeies on her? He loves to show her off! He leaves a big one her after another superstar(I'm thinking la knight) flirts with her and he wants to really make his territory:)

damian priest x reader

‼️smut baby, smut + reader has no shame at all (that could never be me)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

mine, all mine

“what did you said? uh? i didn’t hear you” damian teased you while two of his fingers were pumping in and out of you.

“oh fuck…” you moaned, not able to answer him properly “i said…don’t leave any marks on me, please”

“and why not?” he smirked, curling his fingers inside of you.

“my costume…it will reveal too much…” you weren’t able to focus anymore on anything he was saying.

he smiled before attacking his lips to your neck “good…”

in all honesty, you didn’t care about marks and hickeys showing, in fact, you loved when damian marked you. you just didn’t want to have marks where in less than 24 hours you had a live event to attend, the one where families would be there with their kids and you, being a lovely babyface, had to behave like one.

meaning you had to stop and greet all the kids present at the event. you loved it, of course, you just didn’t want marks to show on that day, especially with kids being involved.

“damian please…i’m serious, no marks tonight…”

damian knew that tone and he knew you were serious.

“what if i mark you where people can’t see it?” he proposed.

“then what’s the fun part of showing the world who i belong to?” you teased him back.

“love, you are not helping tho…” he chuckled “but…not the whole world has to see this, just one person i have in mind…”

“who?” you asked.

“you know who…”

“damian” you laughed a little but stopped when you saw he was being serious “you know he doesn’t think of me like that, do you?”

“then why does he keep flirting with you? i don’t understand, i absolutely despise la knight for even thinking he could get with my woman…so please, let me show him who do you belong to” he teased you with his thumb over your clit “he will never see you like this, naked and panting for me, all for me…”

damian wasn’t stupid. he knew la knight had a crush for you. he couldn’t deny he enjoyed it seeing him so desperate to have his way with you but at the same time he couldn’t handle the possibility of seeing you with another man. he loved you and he knew you loved him too, but he had insecurities too and his biggest fear was to lose you.

so he had to mask all of those insecurities behind the bad boy mask.

“i’m yours damian…but please, no marks, please baby” you were serious. damian knew better to piss you off. he knew you took your job seriously and he didn’t want to upset you.

“i’ll see what i can do…” he smiled before moving his lips around your nipples. he teased them, giving them equal attention. he took his time with you, his fingers slowed down a little, his thumb circling your clit while his teeth were biting into the skin of your breast.

“oh shit…damian please…” you didn’t know what you were begging for.

“you like that uh? my little brat likes being treated like that” his teeth around your nipple, making you jump a little.

you knew hickeys were going to show up all over your boobs but honestly you didn’t mind. as you told damian before - places nobody would be able to see.

his lips moved over your thighs, your most sensitive part. he gently kissed your skin, moving from thigh to thigh, giving them the same amount of love.

“patience my love…” he saw you squirming under his touch. the sight of you naked was almost enough to make him cum right on the spot “let me taste that sweet pussy please” he said, leaving kisses over your clit, teasing you and making you even wetter.

you couldn’t handle his teasing no more “please damian, i need it” a single tear fell from your eye.

damian loved to tease and play with you but not tonight. he knew about the hard week you had and the fact that you had to leave wednesday for a live event while he had to stay at home was making the little time you had together even more special.

he took one minute to just admire you.

to admire the work of art over your breast.

your nipples red and the skin around them turning into a light purple colour. he was proud of himself but he knew the job wasn’t finished yet.

“tell me if it gets to much okay? i want you to enjoy it…”

“okay papi” you teased making him chuckle.

“oh shut up” he laughed before attaching his lips to your clit. your hips buckled into his mouth from the stimulation and he had to circle your chest with his muscular arm to make you stop moving.

“oh shit damian…right there please” you moaned when you felt his fingers moving again inside of you.

“you taste so fucking sweet mi amor” he whispered into your pussy, making you vibrate and shake under his body “you’re so beautiful princesa, naked and crying for me, i want to show the world how pretty you are” he said curling his fingers to that sweet spot you love.

“oh fuck do it again…”

“yeah?” he curled his fingers again “like that?” he looked at you like you were his prey. you nodded, non trusting your words enough but damian was satisfied with your answer.

you felt his hand moving from your hips to your thighs, his palm resting on your left one before he gently lifted your leg over his shoulder. the new position made you feel things you never felt before.

“oh fuck fuck - shit” you moaned, more tears streaming down your face.

“is it okay mi amor?”

“yes fuck - more than okay…” he smiled.

“i’ll give you something else to scream for…” you whined at the lack of attention when he removed his fingers from you. his tip slowly teased your entrance, collecting your juices and gently pushing in “you were made for me mi amor…”

“right there please damian…fuck” you were heaven for him. your eyes closed, mouth open, tears streaming down your face, your hands and nails leaving marks into his back while he was slowly pounding into you, teasing you and making you feel all of his glory.

his hand went back to your thigh, holding it like his life depended on it. he loved every minute of that action “i can feel you’re close mi amor, come for me…”

“i need you to go faster please…” you gently asked him like he told you to and he happily obliged, hitting that spot faster and harder “damian fuck…” his movements were enough to make you cum on the spot.

he couldn’t keep it any longer and he spilled himself into you. what a sight seeing his cum coming out of you.

“fuck…you’re so beautiful, let me take a picture…” and he took a few pictures. the first one was you with open legs and his cum dripping from your pussy, the second one were your tits covered in a big purple bruise, your nipples still hard from the stimulation and the third one was you, your face, eyes closed and tears on your cheeks “these are my new favourite pictures” he said making you laugh.

when you came down from your high, you slightly move to sit on the bed and in that moment you saw red marks and hickeys everywhere. you didn’t mind your tits that much but the one on your thigh was huge “damian…”

“what? i didn’t leave any visible marks” he smiled looking at the pictures.

“this one…”

“no one has to see your thighs” he smirked.

“shit it’s huge…i will have to wear long pants”

“it’s a family show anyway, kids won’t be looking at your ass, dads will but i’m pretty sure it’s clear who you belong to…” he smirked at you, you joked punching his arm.

“what are you gonna do with the pictures?” you asked him. it wasn’t nothing new for you to take pictures of yourselves after or in the middle of sex, but you saw damian opening the chat with a specific person “damian?”

“he has to see who do you belong to” he smirked.

you honestly didn’t mind, in fact, it made you proud seeing damian so proud of it. so you agreed with him to send the pictures to la knight.

“he can watch but he can’t have you…” he said before pressing send.

mine, all mine he wrote before sending the pictures do la knight.

so, while la knight was shocked and terrified by damian at the same time, you were happily asleep in his big arms.

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ki-kink · 2 months ago

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you able to make an alpha scally lad, young lean with an obsession with Nike gear

Wassup, bruh? U tryna be a full-blown Chav now? One of them who spits on the street and pees in doorways? Kinda wild for someone living in a fancy golden cage, ain't it? But hey, if that's what floats your boat!

OMG, babes, that dude on the train is smokin' hot! Like, seriously, he's on fire 🔥! You wanna be chillin' on that train just like him. Not hustlin' on your laptop, all serious and stuff, even on your way home. Nah, you wanna be spread out, rollin' cigarettes like a boss, ready to light 'em up as soon as you step off that train. You can't look away. He notices. And he knows you'll be followin' his fine self once he bounces off that train. Yaaas, get it!

You follow him into the train station bathroom. It reeks of piss, like, majorly. And he's waiting for you all eager and stuff. You've got the biggest boner ever. And you're about to get the most epic blowjob of your life!

Yo, his tongue is straight up magical, like no cap! For real tho. When he's got you feelin' bliss from his skills, your suit material starts gleamin'. Them expensive leather kicks transform into dope sneakers. And your haircut ain't hollerin' "City banker" no more, it's all about that "suburban unemployed" vibe now. Straight fire, fam!

So, like, when you roll up, you straight up just drop all your juicy deetz about corporate takeovers into the gaping maw of those chavs at your feet. Damn, you're back to being 18. But not at some fancy-pants prep school. Nah, you got kicked out of the rough endz high school two years ago.

So, you're turning around, tryna bounce from that train station john, but oh no, this beefcake is blocking your path! He's all up in your grill, asking if you think there's freebies in the B-J department. Then he drops the bomb, says you gotta pay off your dues to him first. Dude unzips his pants, and you find yourself hitting the dirt on your knees.

When you gulp down the drool of your new pimp, any lingering trace of civilization in you totally goes POOF! You're just a straight-up slut from the grimy train station bathroom now, like, no turning back, bro.

Yo, fam, around this time it's poppin' off at the train station bathroom. Customers rollin' in, but also rivals… nah, just playin', ain't no competition here. You and the squad can have a blast, as long as no tricks show up for y'all to hustle. It's lit, bro!

#ai generated #male tf #muscle tf #inked man #chav tf #jock tf #thug tf #smart to dumb #age reduction #scally tf

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tommydarlings · 2 years ago

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i love your hands | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, dacryphilia, brief mention of orgasm denial, very brief mention of public sex

w/c: 1.5k

summary: You slowly noticed how you got more and more obsessed with Carlos’s hands… what you didn’t notice tho, was how Carlos noticed that aswell — and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he wouldn’t show you that in the best way possible.

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It was almost like a hobby. A daily hobby that you're too good at already.

Staring at Carlos’s hands, or — how your friends would probably call it, being utterly obsessed with them.

But you just couldn’t help it. Those manly, hairy hands, sometimes some of them decorated with silver rings were just really making you feel something.

It was almost like you orgasmed just from looking at his fingers playing with his silver ring, big finger moving along the round shape of the small piece of jewellery while you squeezed your thighs together, desperately trying to hide a whine that wanted to escape.

Lily, Alex's girlfriend looked over to you, “Are you okay y/n? You look a bit zoned out, honey.” She asked you in a concerning tone.

'Oh no, yeah, I am totally fine! I am just seconds away from creaming my pants because of the way that my boyfriend is playing with his little ring, thanks for asking, lily!'

No way in hell you could say that.

Carlos quickly turned his head and looked over into your direction, leaning his body a bit forward to take a closer look at your face and body, only then noticing how you rubbed your naked thighs together.

He really begged you to wear that red dress, so you did.

You shortly nodded, “Oh, yeah! I an fine, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure, cariño? You really look like you're a bit…distracted by something.” Carlos said as one of his hands reached over and got a hold of your thigh, briefly squeezing it while his big brown eyes looked at your facial expression.

His thumb rubbed short circles onto your hot skin, making it all even worse than before since his veiny hands were even closer to where you currently needed him the most.

You gulped before you nodded again, obviously lying, “No, y-yeah, I‘m fine.” You replied.

Your boyfriend came closer to you, so close that his big nose ran along your jaw, briefly giving it an innocent peck, “Just so you know cariño, I don’t believe you.” He told in a strong Spanish accent before he put his body away from yours again.

Alex and lily smiled at Carlos's sweet and romantic action, turning their focus back to their food again.

- - -

“Gosh.” You quietly muttered to yourself before you closed the door of the public restroom, fingers brushing themselves through your hair as you took a deep breath and looked in the mirror.

You seriously couldn’t remember the last time you saw yourself getting so unbelievably red because of a man.

With your eyes closed, you let your fingers squeeze the hard countertop top as somebody opened the big door made out of wood.

Suddenly, you felt a big, strong hand slowly making it's way around your throat, squeezing it. You gasped in pure shook, but then you calmed down a bit as you noticed that it’s Carlos who is standing behind you.

Your visibly smaller hands left the countertop, “Ni siquiera lo pienses, cariño.” Don’t even think about it, baby. He told you in a deep and demanding tone as he noticed how you wanted to remove his veiny hand that’s currently having your throat in a tiny chokehold.

You gulped, the feeling of swallowing your nervousness down feeling harder than ever,

“You're gonna listen to me very carefully now, okay?” Big lips gliding along the top of your head before you bottom lip started to tremble.

“Voy a hacer contigo contra esa puerta de allí lo que sea que tenga ganas de hacer contigo ahora, y si desobedeces y abres tu gran boca y dices algo mocoso, voy a hacer que te arrepientas tanto que nunca más te atreverás a abrir la boca.” I'm gonna do with you against that door over there whatever I feel like doing with you now, and if you disobey and open your big mouth and say something bratty, I am gonna make you regret it so unbelievably much that you will never dare yourself to open your mouth ever again.

You briefly closed your eyes and then opened then again only to see Carlos looking at you through the big mirror now,

“¿Entendido?” Understood? He asked you.

You wildly nodded, “Sí.” yes.

“Bien.” Good. He replied before he grabbed you by your upper arm and swiftly lead your figure over to the big wooden door, locking it before he turned around, looking down at you, not breaking the eye contact.

Carlos quickly got removed your thong, stuffing it into the back pocket of his blue trousers before he put his hand around your throat again and messily kissed your soft lips.

You both groaned and moaned into each others mouths. After some while of sharing messy open mouth kisses, your boyfriend's hand made it’s way down to your wet pussy, fingers toying a bit with your clit.

“C-Carlos-” you whined desperately, knowing he could do way more.

“Yes, cariño?” He asked cheekily, knowing exactly what you want from him, fingers now gently touching your wet entrance but not entirely entering you yet.

You gulped as one of your hand swiftly grabbed his wrist but he wasn’t a fan of that. “What did I say, huh?”

“You-,” briefly choking on your breath, “You said that if I open my mouth-”

“Bratty behaviour counts aswell, zorra.” slut. Carlos told you harshly in a strong Spanish accent before his big hand left your throat and grabbed your wrist in a quick motion, pinning it against the wooden door.

You gasped as soon as you felt the back of your hand colliding with the big door and Carlos’s fingers finally entering your desperate cunt, moving them in a rather slow motion in and out of you, making you cry out and whine as a tiny part of palm repeatedly touched your clit.

You closed your eyes and let your head fall forward, forehead touching his hard and moving chest but Carlos didn’t like that — he picked with his other hand your head back up and forced you to look up at him.

And only after a few seconds of intensely staring at the Spaniard, you realised that he had dropped your arm. So you saw that as the perfect chance to pursue a second attempt at slowing his moving hand down since he got way faster by now.

“I dare you to do it, cariño.” He muttered deeply, Spanish accent making it sound even more attractive. “Do it and I’ll stop right now and drag you out of this restroom and make you sit your bratty ass down again, eres una pequeña perra desagradecida.” You ungrateful little bitch. Hand now gliding up the skin of your throat again, squeezing it as he looked down at your begging figure.

“P-Please Carlos-” you begged as he went even faster, quickly bringing tears to your eyes.

“Just be a good girl for me and you’ll may get anything you want, cariño.” He said in a quiet but stern tone, thumb caressing the side of your neck.

His long fingers went faster again, going knuckles deep into your wet pussy while you were squeezing your eyes shut to let the tears fall down your red cheeks.

Carlos groaned as he looked down at his fingers moving in and out of your cunt, “I should probably leave you here right on the edge, right now.” Making you shot your wet eyes open, looking up at him while you repeatedly shook your head.

“No?” He asked teasingly with a tiny smirk, “Why not? You were a dirty little brat, cariño.” Fingers slowing a tiny bit down but entering your pussy now even deeper, making your roll your eyes into the back of your head.

He came closer to you so he could properly whisper in your ear, “I knew that you were staring at my hands the entire time, you little slut.” Fingers slowing down with every word he said, making you whine.

“If I would have fingered your tight little cunt right under that table you probably would have let me, zorra.” slut.

You shook your head, “N-No! Please don’t s-slow down c-carlos, por favor.” You begged while tears made their way down your temples.

Your hands were shaking next to your body, you were trying so hard to not let them shot up and catch his wrists since you know you would never get to cum then if you would do that.

Suddenly, Carlos finger got faster again, making your legs shake as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching you.

You bit back a loud and whiny scream, “I-I'm gonna cum, Carlos-”

“You're not gonna ask me for permission? How rude, cariño-”

“Please! C-Can I please cum.” You loudly cried out, tears staining your hot face while your hands were forming tight fists next to your shaking body.

“Puedes correrte, ahora.” You may cum, now.

You screamed and whined as you fell to your knees. Carlos did not stop his movements, instead, he was going down with you and no matter how hard you tried to wiggle way from his fast movements, he always followed you and didn’t give you a single break.

Then, as carlos looked down at your shaking figure, he noticed how you tried to say something,

“You wanna say something, pretty girl?” Brushing your hair out of your face. You nodded before you slowly opened your mouth and mumbled,

“I l-love your hands, so m-much.”

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edledamianfan · 7 months ago

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Small dumb jondami omegaverse idea. I have nothing else to give

New recruit: What goings on here?

Jai: The old married couple are arguing again

NR: Oh.. So okay?

Jon: Have you realized I've been using the same shirt and pants for THREE DAYS STRAIGHT DAME?!

Damian: I have eyes you buffoon. You look like a beggar... when was the last time you showered?

Jon: I DID. LIKE TWO HOURS AGO

Damian: *Raises eyesbrows, eyes going up and down judgementally*

Jon: *scoffs* please i have no clothes left. I just tokd you, Dame I need my clothes back

Damian: ... No

Jon: DAME PLEASE I HAVE NO CLEAN OR DIRTY CLOTHES LEFT YOU TOOK THEM ALL FOR YOUR NEST. *points to his nest filled with his clothes*

Damian: *raises eyebrow* It's not a lot

Jon: *Are you serious look*

Damian: Besides- *about to retort*

Jon: Alright then just let me have some of this back

Damian: *panic* No i need that for my infrastructure!

Jai: Its like having first class seat on a romantic comedy tv show

Irey: Oh yeah fr

NR: Oh

Irey: Oh yeah its awesome *eats popcorn*

Jon: YOU KEEP INSULTING ME WHEN YOU'RE CLEARLY ON THE WRONG HERE DAME. STOP TAKING ALL MY CLOTHES I NEED SOME-

Damian: .... *His face his mad, hands his gripping on the bundle of clothes but his scent is clearly sad*

Jon: ... *sigh* "Fine" *he lets go of the bundle*

Damian: *D immediately clutches them to his chest but his scent is now happy*

Jon: But seriously dame i need some of those clothes back

Damian: No >:(

Jon: (Screaming internally)(You're such a difficult person to please...)

(He went to buy new ones with D's credit card)

(Those got haggled again)

(He starts borrowing Kon's shirts)

(D didn't take them and J takes it as a victory)

(Dame is happily snuggling with Jon's clothes with no room speace left for jon. All the spaces are clothes stacked on top of eachother its overcrowded here. And Jon is just standing staring at him)

(D lets Jon in one time (shyly asked him) and it gave Jon a lot of stomach flips. He didn't forgive D for stealing his clothes tho (he forgot about his grudge in the end))

#damian wayne #jon kent #jondami #super sons #cosmicbird

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ididntknowwhattocallthis · 8 months ago

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Ok I wanna talk about Ethari's clothing/design over all. His clothes and tattoos are different from every other Moonshadow elf we've seen, and he's one of the few that doesn't wear braids. Like:

The recurring elements are intricate patterning; over layers and under layers; multiple colors in the same garment (or at least same outfit); wraparound construction, color contrast between mediums, lights, and darks; and the dominant color is always the medium, never the lightest or darkest color (usually navy, true black is very rare outside of the assassins). Even arc 2 Rayla follows most of these rules and she's been away from her culture for two years!

But then we have Ethari:

He doesn't have an outer layer, he wears almost solid navy, none of those clothes are wraparound, he has no light color, there's not a lot of contrast, and his dark color is true black despite not being an assassin. He bends all the rules, though he only breaks one completely. He still has that patterning, but it's minimal compared to the others. He has plenty of accent colors, more than anyone else actually, but they show up on him far less. He does have light, medium, and dark colors, but his whole pallet is darker than everyone else's. The only rule he 100% breaks is the wraparound construction

A lot of this probably derives from the fact that he's a metalsmith:

For the most part his clothes quite are practical;

Black/navy hides coal dust/soot very well. It gets everywhere, on your pants and face especially, and is highly visible on just about every other color.

Forging is hot work & you do it next to a fire that needs to be at least 1000° celsius, I never wear more than one layer either.

those sleeves, while a bit looser than I'd be comfortable with, probably aren't going to get in the way. Plus I heard somewhere that they're spelled to repel heat (couldn't find if that's actually canon tho), so if that's true they're much better than my gloves.

The crop top isn't great but he's got that belt to stop most embers. Besides he's probably not the type to yelp every time one lands on him like I am.

if he pulls the scarf over his mouth & nose it'll help delay him getting lung cancer in the death trap of a smithy Wonderstorm designed for him (my problems with it are a post all on their own. I have nothing against the artists, its pretty, but by all rights he should be dead)

There might also be a cultural aspect to his clothing:

I think the navy blue, the arm bands, the boot decorations, and his belt & tabard could all be symbols that mean "I am a metalsmith" in Moonshadow culture. (Quick side note, he's not technically a blacksmith. historically blacksmith means specifically iron workers. If anything he's a whitesmith since he usually works with silver.) We see it with the assassins, why not metalsmiths too?

Plus if you take a look at his forge in the art book, there's a design carved on it that looks almost exactly like the one on his tabard. Elements of it also appear on other parts of his clothing:

I suspect that this is some sort of symbol for metal working or fire protection. If he's in a guild it could be their symbol, or it could just be a wider cultural symbol. Either way it has a meaning that relates to the forge specifically. I couldn't find it anywhere else in the room.

I just realized that I never even brought up the metal hems on his sleeves. Then again what is there to say? It's metal, he's a metalsmith. It's pretty, he likes pretty things.

But what about the rule he completely breaks?

As I said, every moonshadow garment has some sort of wrap-and-secure construction to it-- except Ethari's clothes. I seriously doubt this is a metalsmith thing. Basic garment construction isn't a sensible way to differentiate your group within one culture. I fully believe Ethari is doing this on purpose. But why? That why gets even bigger when you realize that no other moonshadow elves we've met have brown eyes or periwinkle blue tattoos.

Put a pin in all that, I need to explain my interpretation of Moonshadow culture for this to make sense.

"Moon Primal creatures can be private and secretive, and are keenly aware of the power of appearances." - from the official website

"Moonshadow Elves obey a rather rigid, honor-driven culture." - from the wiki

To me this paints a picture of a fairly collectivist culture. They place a heavy emphasis on community and duty, two things that are usually more peaceful/simpler when you have cohesion within the group. Cohesion creates less conflict, less conflict makes your community more peaceful and your duty to it easier to complete.

But they know that this cohesion is- to an extent- only an act, so each person has a sub community where they don't have to act. Your inner self is for family and friends close enough to be family. (I honestly think they might have some sort of ritual to formally adopt friends as family) To everyone else you're supposed to put up a front that makes you seem more like everyone else.

OK back to the pin

Even without his clothes, Ethari is already visually different from everyone else. No other Moonshadow elves we've seen have tattoos or eyes the same color as his. It's a subtle difference but it is noticeable, and in a culture so focused on appearances people would notice. Most people's instinct would be to try to hide or downplay it, to prop up that front as much as they can. Yet Ethari doesn't put up a front, not to the extent that most people seem to. He's even accentuating his differences by dressing in a different style than them- and he's respected.

In my comm class the other day we were talking about groups, and one of the things that came up was that cohesion fosters sameness and diversity fosters innovation. Ethari is an innovator, it's literally his job. He invents the wingalings in bloodmoon huntress, Runaan and Rayla's weapons, and probably a bunch more stuff we haven't seen. Maybe for all they value appearances and fitting in, moonshadow culture still recognizes that people like him are important and they aren't as effective when they have to fit in. They can't be too out there (remember, Ethari only bends the rules rather than breaking them) but as long as they stay within a certain radius of the norm they can gain a lot of respect. I think this is what Ethari has done. The fact that his family (Runaan, Tiadrin, Lain) are all pretty traditional probably helped a lot. They keep him from pushing too hard on the edge of the box and he keeps them flexible.

That they aren't there anymore has probably exacerbated the rift between him and the rest of the silvegrove caused by Rayla's ghosting and whatever news has reached them from the storm spire.

I am so excited to see him in S6. I thought about adding some speculation about what his new design might look like, but I honestly don't think he'll have changed that drastically aside from his hair. My biggest question is honestly whether or not he's still in The Silvergrove.

Bonus:

I bet that some of Ethari's relative weirdness rubbed off on Rayla. She didn't have many friends as a kid so, when she wasn't in school or with the assassins, it makes sense that hung out with Ethari a lot. Since he's less strict than Runaan she was probably only comfortable completely unmasking with him. He heard about all her crushes, fears, and insecurities that Runaan didn't. Which goes a long way to explaining why Ethari was the only one who could see she wouldn't be a good assassin; she was hiding those traits from everyone but him.

This also explains some of why he was so willing to believe that she ran away. Ethari saw all of her vulnerability, but he didn't see all of her strength. While she was out training and facing her fears with Runaan, Ethari was in the smithy and only heard about their exploits after the fact. Neither of them saw all of who Rayla is, but both of them thought they did and had to find out that they were wrong in just about the most heartbreaking way imaginable.

#this started as me going “how actually practical are Ethari's clothes?” while I was forging that touchmark stamp #and spiraled out of control from there #also we're ignoring Redfeather because a) she was ghosted b) I didn't remember she existed when I started this #ethari #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp ethari #tdp meta #character analysis #rayla #tdp rayla

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averageclawcodeenjoyer · 6 months ago

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ANALYZING SPIDERVERSE BACKGROUNDS- PART TWO!!!!!!!!!

The insanity doesn't stop

This time, we're going to be looking at into the spiderverse, specifically this scene (sorry about the weird cut at the ending, I accidentally zoomed in/out lol)

Which I have gone through frame by frame..

For fun. You can see what he's doing for the most part, but I needed to share my thoughts on it.

(It's mostly me being a homosexual though... happy pride month)

ANYWAY

Nothing important here really I just think this little sequence of him drinking is cute. Also WHY IS THE CAN CLIPPING THROUGH HIS HAND THAT POOR GUY THAT CANNOT BE COMFORTABLE LMAO. Also what the hell is going on with his laptop who needs that many tabs open. Loving the laptop + PC combo. This boy uses so much electricity...

Awwwww look at him. He needed a little light because his blind ass couldn't see to write his invisible notes (Me too Ganke, me too. What are you writing about though why is it so important it has to be on paper and cannot simply remain a computer file? Are you doing homework.... at this hour?)

Also he has the same getting up/sitting down sequence!! I think that's cute too, and it's probably just the animators being lazy and not wanting to animate a billion different ways of sitting down, but, hear me out; OCD Ganke. Now, I don't know much about OCD, but I do know that people who have it tend to repeat the same behaviors/patterns every day for every single activity. This could also explain the three of the same hat thing he has going on. Now, that's just a silly little headcanon to play with, so don't take it too seriously.

Also, WHERE THE HELL IS HE GOING??? AS FAR AS IM AWARE, THERES OBLY ONE DOOR TO THEIR ROOM. THE DOOR TO THE HALLWAY.

Is his ass really getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night (courtesy of his one billion energy drinks) amd leaving the fucking door OPEN?? BUDDY? YOUR ELECTRONICS ARE RIGHT THERE DIRECTLY IN SIGHT OF THE HALLWAY... AND YOUR ROOMMATE IS SLEEPING THERE.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Hehehehehehehehe aww look at him putting his headphones on I wonder what he's listening to. Also who texted him it's like 12am rn. GO TO BED (He checks it twice. It's 15 close friends reminding him to go to bed. He responded "I'm asleep dw" to every single one)

Look at this EEPY FUCKIN GUY. OH he is so SLEEPY if ONLY there was SOMETHING he could DO ABOUT IT. Oh what's that? Put down the energy drink can and turn off my computer? What a ludicrous idea who would have ever come up with that. Pff. Psch. Apffttr. He looks like the bottom of a sting ray in that middle photo. Someone get this kid a break and also some fucking melatonin. And water. Stat. He's like a plant. Put him outside.

Oh, look, he's finally decided to ditch his uniform that he's been wearing all day and get into something more comfy. Not the hat tho. The hat stays on every second of his life. Oh well at least he's probably a lot more comfortable. And would you look at that hes.. still wearing..... his shoes. B.. buddy you... you know you can take those off right. It's okay I promise. You got this. Is he barefoot in those too. Is he still wearing the same damn pants from before.

ALSO HIS NOTEPAD MAGICALLY HAS WRITING ON IT NOW!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE DECODE THESE MYSTERIES!!! IM SO EVER VERY CURIOUS

Do you think that while making his cup o noodles in the microwave he was playing music too loud and forgot to hit the stop button before it beeped and he just... kinda froze.... and looked up at Miles (who is sleeping like a fucking bear during the peak months of winter in hibernation. Not even a fucking jet engine could wake that boy up) and then kinda just awkwardly resumes what he was doing. Because I do. I do.

(ALSO, this is the second time his phone lights up. He does check it, I'm just not including it for sake of space)

ALRIGHT APPROACHING THE END OF EVEEYRHING I CAN SQUEEZE OUT OF THIS SCENE!

What is he doing in that first Pic. Clearly whatever he wrote down was important, but, like, is his computer updating? Is he just checking to make sure he input something correctly? What is this boy doing somebody please give me a 2 hour movie or a 500 page novel just on him immediately thanks

He's finally taking a brain break and... relaxing by reading comics. Not sleeping, no. Oh god no. But looking at comics. This kid has autism you cannot convince me otherwise. Who does this if they don't have some form of neurodivergency. Please bonk him on the head cartoon style for me I love him.

Awww he cleans up some of the floor (stuffs it under his bed to be dealt with months later)! PLEASE, THOUGH, THE WAY HE FUXKING LOOKS UP AT MILES I CANNOT STAND HIM WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A CUTOUT THAT SOMEONE TRIED TO HORRIBLY PHOTOSHOP INTO A PICTURE HE DOESNT BELONG IN WHY DOES HE LOOK LILE HES FLOATING.

Also as you can tell by his million energy drinks and now empty and just juice cup o noodles, he doesn't clean up after himself ever. Maybe instead of buying a fourth computer, we invest in a trash can for your dorm. Hmmmm? Silly boy. I love it when they give teenagers teenager habits. Please give me more of this.

This may not be 100% accurate, but take a look at how many energy drinks he goes through in one night.

The first clip is at the beginning of the scene, where most of them are unopened while there are already still five open ones (I can't figure out how to get the best picture of how many drinks there really are here while making it a collage... anyway). Since we don't see the beginning of the night, we don't know how many drinks Ganke has had prior to now, or what the interval he drinks them at is.

At the end of the clip, there are an estimates 12 open drinks total. One on the floor, two(?) By his comic, six by the right side of his computer, plus three on the left side of his computer. That means he drank 6 energy drinks in the span of however many hours we watched him for.

Bro has a serious caffeine addiction and needs to be grounded from money. ALSO, HES DRINKING THEM WARM??? BRO..

And I know that they are energy drinks, because, well. One, just look at them. Two, how do we think Ganke manages to stay up all night doing God knows what for hours on end. We didn't even ever see him go to bed! He's still on his computer when Miles wakes up! Bro pulled an all nighter and for WHAT. BUDDY. And three: the design on the cup literally reads "ENRGY" bottom text "drink"

Dude

Bro

Water

Please.

Drink it.

Also them having part of their schedule on the wall is so cute too!! Do they share classes? How many? Also that says Ceramics. As per my first post of this series, if you look at the horribly lopsided bowl beside Ganke on the bed, that looks a lot like something someone who struggled in arts would create.

Who is that someone?

Well, it's not Miles. We've seen his art.

Is it Ganke?

Ganke the nerd? The Ganke among the most gifted students at Visions? Ganke who pulls all nighters and picks for on his computer often?

Hell yeah. Give him pottery. He brings home lopsided mugs and bent in bowls and dented plates for them to use instead of buying their own dishware, and Miles is so supportive of it even through the kettle he was using had a hole and leaked boiling water all over his hands. He's doing his best, he's not good with crafts. Give him a break.

I love this and them so much. He's my guy. PLEASE BRING HIM OR 42 GANKE BACK IN BTSV SONY PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR MORE GANKE CONTENT I CANNOT KEEP LIVING OFF OF SCRAPS LIKE THIS PLEASE!!!

Part One

Part 1.5

#across the spiderverse #prowler party #ganke lee #miles morales #milesganke #talkaholic #analzying backgrounds #atsv #god im so normal about him i promise #there are no gays in this building officer #no siree #youve walked into the most herterosexual; cisgender shop in the world #I so wish i was a part if the animating team so i could see every tiny little detail hidden in these scenes #123movies and the disk on my TV screen dont do it for me #i need to be THERE #someone put me THERE!!!!#i need to know every singke god damn thing there is to know about them ever #who do i gotta pay to get this information

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neowinestainedress · 2 years ago

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soooo... can i ask a drabble with johnny and sex car?

w!: car s*x, outdoor s*x (there’s nobody around tho), unprotected s*x, failed attempt at roleplaying, rough s*x but also romantic idk, size kink, fingers sucking, mexico!johnny bc he looked too hot that day

a/n: this took long, sorry, but i hope you like it! it’s also pretty long cause i’m whipped for johnny + the car is a pick-up truck for the sake of johnny's tall ass

“Babe, seriously, can you stop teasing?” Johnny huffs when you twirl around him and brush your fingers on his biceps teasingly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his neck.

“What? You look fucking hot like this,” you say, playing with a strand of hair, and mindlessly going to sit on the open bonnet of the car, but your boyfriend is quick at putting a hand between you and the car, not without sparing you a glare.

“We are lost in the middle of nowhere, our car broke down and you’re trying to give me a boner.”

You chuckle. “You already have one, I think I succeeded,” you smirk, tilting your head to the side before running your tongue on your teeth.

Johnny sighs, throwing the dirty gloves on the battery and rolling his head back. What was supposed to be a simple cute date to get lost somewhere and enjoy the early summer haze turned into your car giving up on an empty road in the middle of sunflowers and poppies fields.

“Can you at least try to make me fix it?”

“You’ve been at it for an hour, Handy Mandy, you can’t,” you say, cupping his face to kiss him. “You’re not a mechanic, but you look hot cosplaying as one, so why don’t you call a real one that can fix this shit, and in the meanwhile have some fun?”

Johnny sighs another time. “Seems like the perfect time for a roleplay,” he jokes. You see his hands move to pull you closer but then he takes a step back. “I’m all dirty, I have oil everywhere, I will stain your dress.”

“Not if you take it off,” you wink, lifting the hem, showing him your bare skin. “Also, you’re hotter like this,” you say, moving close again, touching his arm and face, tracing the black lines on his skin. “It makes you look… rough.” He’s still not convinced but when your thumb brushes against his lips, you see his eyes change.

“And what can a nice, elegant and polite girl like you do with a man like me?” He asks, strong hand reaching your neck and pulling your head back.

“You can show me a whole new world,” you say, keeping eye contact.

“Get in the car,” he orders, pointing to the vehicle with his head while he searches for his phone in his pocket.

You do as he says, but you can’t help but stare at him from the window. He looks so hot right now; khaki pants falling softly on his long legs, brown belt keeping them tight around his waist, and lastly, the white tank top that wraps his toned, broad chest so well.

“So, it’s going to take a while for the tow truck to arrive,” Johnny informs you, leaning against the car door. “I could leave, but I will never leave a damsel in distress on her own,” he winks, leaning down, reaching your leg level, placing a hand on your knee.

You smile, tucking your hair back and giving him an innocent look. “Maybe you could help me out, I’ve got a little problem… here,” you say, slowly parting your legs and lifting your dress just enough he could see your panties weren’t on you anymore.

“Fucking tease,” he groans, squeezing your leg harder. “In the truck, now.”

“What?”

“You think a big man like me can fuck you good in those crumpled backseats?” He asks, leaning against the door and flexing his muscles.

“But it’s… it’s more open,” you mumble, looking behind you in panic.

He scoffs, eyebrow twitching. “Well, then I’ll go back fixing the car.”

“No!” You scream. “I mean,” you try to regain your composure, “no, you can take care of me.”

“As I thought,” Johnny says, moving back to let you pass. You quickly follow him outside, watching him jump in the open truck.

“Hey, do I have to jump?” You pout.

“Do I have to carry you here?”

“Well, with those big, strong arms,” you try to convince him, but he doesn’t move. “You’re so annoying.”

“I’m fixing the hotel room for my horny travelling companion,” he teases, fixing the pillows and covers on the floor. It’s not much, just something you carry when you feel romantic and decide to go out at night to stargaze after travelling far from the city to avoid light pollution.

You lay down, watching him kneel between your legs, lifting your pale yellow dress up, exposing your lower half.

“Wait, sir,” you stop him when he leans down, hot breath fanning against your skin, “why don’t you go straight to show me what you’re hiding?” You tease. “Unless you want to share me when your mechanic friend arrives. I mean, you need more help with the car, maybe you might need more help even with me.”

Johnny inhales deeply, throwing his head back as he starts to quickly unbuckle his belt. “You always run that pretty mouth so much?”

“Mhh, sometimes,” you taunt, winking before he gets on top of you, and you feel small again.

“Fine, I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for the whole ride,” he says, tapping your thighs playfully, pushing your legs flat against your chest.

“Fuck,” you moan loudly when he pushes into you, thick dick stretching you out and hitting deep inside.

“I’d ask for how long you’ve been thinking about this but I’m not sure I want to know the answer,” he groans, eyes falling where your bodies meet for a moment, talking about how wet you are already.

“Since you picked me up?”

“Shut up, that sounds terrible,” he huffs, glaring at you, but you only giggle at his expression. “You’re driving me insane today.”

You chuckle and then bring him close to you, wrapping your hands around his neck, Johnny immediately kisses you back. You can’t resist the urge to run your hands on his arms, the light tan given by your, now frequent, dates outside, and the sweat pearling his skin after he struggled under the sun for an hour, driving you insane.

“You know,” he groans, “it’s not fair you’ve got to see my muscles all day but I still haven’t got a glimpse of your boobs.”

You giggle, “as if you don’t know them by heart.”

“So what? Push the dress down, come on,” he orders, watching your hands hesitantly leave his toned arms to reveal your panting chest to him. “Fucking perfect,” he groans as he gets down to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking on each of them until they’re both hard and sensitive.

You moan his name, your head rolls back when he starts fucking you faster, keeping a firm hold on your waist while the other hand is planted at the side of your head to support his body up.

“Have I told you that you look so beautiful in this dress?”

“All day,” you moan, not able to hide the small on your face.

“Good, it won’t hurt to hear it one more,” he chuckles before pushing his body down so his lips can directly stay against your ear, “you look beautiful in this dress, especially when you’re a moaning mess because of me. It’s a view.”

His words make your heart beat faster in your chest and you turn your face to the side to hide how flustered you look. “You were supposed to be rough.”

“I’m going pretty hard on you, babe. Pretty sure the closest house from here can hear the sounds of our skin slapping. Want me to be rough with words?”

You shake your head. “No, I just — you’re really hot like this,” you mumble.

“I’d really hate to ruin your pretty make-up but… if that’s what you want,” he shrugs.

You gasp when he tugs your lower body up, angling you in a way he can go deeper and faster. “You want to feel small, babe? Is that what you like so much about me?”

At this point you can only let out whimpers, eyes rolled in the back of your head while you gasp for air. You think you stop breathing for a split second when his hand leaves your side to cup your face, it’s not a harsh squeeze but it’s a strong, firm hold, and you feel like you could come just by that.

“Open up,” Johnny orders and you obey with no hesitation, parting your lips to let two of his fingers in. “That’s it, good girl, suck it like you suck my dick while I fuck you.”

You almost choke when he pushes them down on your tongue, watching you gulp and shudder, while your eyes snap open, as if you’re not squeezing harder than before around his cock.

“Oh, don’t drool, it’s not very ladylike,” Johnny taunts, smearing the spit that’s dripping out of the corners of your mouth with his thumb.

You glare at him, but the frown on your face disappears as soon as his fingers reach your clit. You feel like screaming from the stimulation, but your whimpers and cries are muffled.

“Keep quiet, babe, do you want to get caught?”

You’d argue there’s nobody in miles, probably even the tow truck got lost somewhere in the fields, but you don’t. It’s hot, the sun is shining, and the wind is not helping right now, but you know that’s not the reason why you feel like you could pass out right now. Johnny knows what he’s doing, giving it to you like you like it the most, pushing all the right bottoms, and you know you won’t last long.

“Close,” you mumble around his fingers, your watery eyes looking up at him that’s hovering over you, and he’d look more intimidating if the wind wasn’t blowing his blonde hair, making him look more like an angel.

“I know, babe, come on, come for me,” he encourages you, throwing his head back when your nails sink in his thick arms as you try to hold on to him while pleasure overtakes you. You come, head rolled back while your lips close tightly around his fingers to conceal your moans, hips bucking against him, and pussy clenching so hard, Johnny can’t help but come too, realising his cum inside you, pumping his dick a few more times as he watches it drip down slowly.

You can breathe normally again when Johnny pulls his fingers out, grinning as he cleans your face with his thumb.

“You should apply the lipstick again, it’s kinda ruined now,” he chuckles, watching you try to recompose yourself, fixing your hair and dress, and doing the same.

“I wonder whose fault is that.”

Johnny lifts his hands in defence before standing up and holding his hand out for you. “I’m not the horny one that teased the other.”

“Oh, please,” you say, rolling your eyes as you stand up with his help and then you both jump out of the truck. “The wait would’ve been so boring.”

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yutasbimil · 11 months ago

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Raincheck

woozi x fem!reader | seventeen ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: hogwarts!au, slytherin!woozi, prefect!woozi, sly gf testing jihoon's nerves lol, teasing, couch cuddles, you're different houses with jihoon, established relationship, fluff! note: this is an old piece I wrote! just wanted to share it here as well :3 ! also, not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 1.1k

The rain pouring hard outside can't seem to be heard well in the Slytherin common room.

The only thing that can be heard from the dimly lit room was the mild crackling embers by the fireplace, and the blond Slytherin humming along as he got himself comfortable on the couch.

Maybe it is actually the resounding, non-stop downpour outside or is it that Jihoon got too engrossed in a book he got from the Restricted Section that got him too preoccupied, that he didn’t even notice someone creeping into him.

"What are you doing here?" He says, almost a hiss at the figure of the person he's so familiar with.

He almost flinched at the sudden presence, as if she apparated in front of him. His voice reverberates a bit too uncomfortably due to the lack of people occupying the room, it's as if both their breathing echoes along the droplets of rain.

Y/n just comes in and sneaks into the Slytherin common room as if it's her usual thing— quite a common… room occurrence to put that pun lamely out of the box.

Well, it might as well be, but it isn't as settling for the older male as she's so casual about it.

His eyebrows remained knitted together, looking at the girl standing before him. He was so sure that everyone was out since there are still classes on-going...

"Y/n, seriously, this is not the time that..."

She shushes him quickly. Not even bothering about the daggers he's shooting at her as she quickly makes herself comfortable on the couch.

This is definitely not the time I am in a particular mood to see my girlfriend busting into another house’s territory. Let alone her breaking the rules.

‘Rules are meant to be broken,’ a smug tone rings in his ears. Jihoon could already hear her mischievous lips saying those exact words to retort to him.

He remains his glance over her, following her every move like a hawk hunting for its prey. He suppressed a sigh. Even seeing her in her pajama pants, feeling way too comfortable and home-y to be even in a different house common room.

Jihoon just grips on the book at hand and then settled to place it on the table nearby.

“Come on. I’m asking you. Answer me,” he pressed with a tone full of authority.

But she gave no flying broomsticks about it.

“How bossy,” she snickers, finally talking after being silent at Jihoon.

He just glares at her.

“Come on. Jun told me how to get in… And I know things around here already.” She says nonchalantly, as if it’s gonna convince him. He just puffs, way too distracted to even go back to the book he’s reading.

He stares right at her.

“Have you even forgotten about that ‘raincheck’ we talked about, Ji?” she slightly tilts her head sideways, then puts her lips into a thin line. “Earlier? …this week?”

More staring.

“You told me? Because you were busy and…” She bits her lip, necessarily pausing to give time for him to put the puzzle pieces together, but he’s just left with more pieces. Y/n suppresses a huff. “Nothing…?”

She crosses her arms when Jihoon looked more confused than he already is with handling plants in their Herbology classes. And FYI, he got an E on his O.W.L.S. result.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says in defeat. Y/n only nods absentmindedly, leaning in close to him to remind him of some things.

“You told me that I can come by this week since your schedule’s more free, and that if I can come by at my convenience… I can then spend time together with you in the dorms...” she says, as if laying out a parchment of proof for him to remember. Exams might’ve taken a huge toll on his brain power hence being so absentminded.

Jihoon goes back to his stern look at her, as if he really can’t trace back on anything that he might possibly said.

Y/n slumps her shoulders yet again.

“At least look like you’re happy to see me.” Y/n cooed, gesturing a bit of affection to trickle out of the male’s sharp expression.

Finally, Jihoon’s features soften.

Okay, he does remember some of it coming off his lips, but I didn’t mean it in a sense you barging in here like a mad woman… He holds back a sigh.

“Well, I am, but still…” He looks away for a moment, worrying his lower lip. Being a prefect he is… he’s also bothered of course. She might get in trouble. Not on my watch that she’ll get away with it, that is.

“Stop worrying too much, and let me be…” She says in retort, automatic as if reading his mind. But that’s full of guts for her to express. “Besides, the seniors know me too well. I assure you I am safe here.” She stretches a bit, and even gets comfortable by the toasty fire nearby. It contrasts with the cold stares the older male is giving her, along with the cold weather cooping them inside.

He rolls his eyes at her, letting out a chuckle.

“This is why you get issued on how much of a Slytherin you are.”

“And do you think I care, Oppa?” Y/n sat right up at that, then pouts her lips, playing with the ends of her sleeves. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing though.”

“Like I said, so Slytherin-like of you.”

Y/n emits a soft laugh at that, standing up to even do a curtsy for him. “Thank you, my good Sir.”

It remained quiet after a while.

Even as she gives him a smirk, she still gets silence from the older male. The coldness surrounding them reflects the feeling like the foggy glassed walls enrapturing the muddled stares between them. It’s a distinct type of tension, no words are needed to be exchanged to reveal it.

Y/n shakes her head lightly, perking a brow at him followed by a cheeky smile. “So that means to say I am welcome here anytime then, huh?”

That finally got a reaction from him.

“Unbelievable.”

“Dude , you’ve been seeing bizarre, floating things and disappearing objects on and off for almost two decades,” she throws her hands high, then gesturing at him and to herself, “and you do not believe in an enchanted lady like me?”

“I do agree with the ‘enchanted lady’ part.” He responds and then clears his throat.

Jihoon avoids his gaze as he begins to feel he’s letting himself loose. He shrugs off the blush across his ears and cheeks with a question he had been throwing at the younger.

“What actually brings you here, Y/n?”

She laughs at that, putting both her hands behind her. “Oh, come on, babe. No need to sound so casual.” Y/n smiles.

He just sounded stiff there at his probe.

She pats him on the head. “Lighten up a bit.”

In these instances, he begins to question if they really switched houses. He gets quieter and curious-er whenever she’s around, and her being the sneaky and more of the talker between them.

“I will, now that I got you here.”

Without a word, Y/n envelopes Jihoon in her arms, giving him a light peck on the side of his face. Jihoon wraps his arms around her as he kisses the top of her head.

He breathes in her scent, feeling her legs wrap around his. Jihoon stares at her. “You missed me too much, huh?”

Y/n just warmly beams, nodding in response.

Jihoon then puts a stray hair of hers behind her ear, tucking more of her hair behind her jumper. He leans closer to her again, seeping in more of her warmth.

She scrunches her nose at that, with Jihoon’s eyes forming into light crescents as both of them are immersed into each other’s world again.

They just let the sound of the loud pouring rain seep into them, letting the warmth of each other be enough to ease the coldness they feel.

“What are the odds to have both our classes cancelled, huh?” Jihoon asks after a while, content as the sound of the rain is still evident outside. Y/n finally has done her explaining to him.

“And what better way to spend it like this then.” She leans more on his chest, breathing in his fresh scent with ease as she felt vibrations from him as he lets out a chuckle.

“It does feel nice…” he says, more of a thought out loud.

“And come on, champ, let’s not use our spare time thinking about that and just spend it wisely instead.” she prompts with a pat on his shoulder, scootching closer till they’re no longer hair strands apart. So clingy.

“I’m just saying.” Jihoon moves his arm above the shoulder, playing bits of her hair.

She feels his shoulders relaxing as he heaves in a deep breath.

It feels nice here, it gets more comfortable as time passes, she thought, closing her eyes.

Like home.

She lets the silence envelop them, a smile slowly forming a similar curve on both their lips.

Maybe she does belong here after all.

She accepts her Slytherin side more so in these instances.

And imagine if they were in the same house though… She can get all the time she needs and wants to have him at arm’s length and look after him.

But for now, she can manage very well to slither in their dorm to her convenience.

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