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dollniu · 2 months ago

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late nite spicy headcanons with niu ! 🌃💋— JJK men

synopsis — part 2 of late nite spicy jjk headcanons with niu !

characters — sukuna, gojo, choso, nanami, toji, ino, higuruma

content — blood play, praise kink, bondage, overstimulation, clothes swap, angry sex, consensual recording, nipple play, oral sex, shower sex, overstimulation, cyber sex, mutual masturbation, office sex, after care, first time, nudes, double penetration, neck kisses, lingerie, spanking, and cuddle sex

info — y’all showed so much love on my first ‘late nite spicy headcanons’ so i thought i’d do another one!

other — MDNI 🔞, if you have any prompt requests or suggestions, feel free to reblog or comment!

SUKUNA — “so pathetic for me, do you need a punishment?”

sukuna lovesss blood, especially the taste of yours. even when you’re on your period, he doesn’t care and will eat you out and even fuck you however he wants. he just loves the taste

his favorite foreplay is sucking on your tits or chest, just playing with your nipple while he sucking, biting, and licking the living shit out of the other 🤭

there’s nothing our king of curses loves more than lingerie, specifically the red lacey ones that put your tits and ass on full display 🤭 he imagines himself ripping them off your body and fucking you right then and there

our two dicked king will double penetrate you regardless of what position y’all are in, fucking you in both wholes makes the experience 10x more pleasurable especially at the fast speed sukuna goes at.. practically breaking you apart

he calls you names like “doll”, “slut”, “pathetic thing”, anything that dehumanizes you and turns u into a play thing for him to toy with

GOJO — “you like it when i’m fucking you like this, princess?”

gojo has plenty of kinks, one of his favorites being handcuffs! specifically on himself, the black fluffy ones are his fav 😚 putting his hands behind his back, on his knees, the intimacy of not knowing what you’ll do to him next is enough to make him cum! touching him, riding him, fucking him, it’s all too much for our sensitive satoru ♥️

occasionally, while he’s teaching or out on a mission, you’ll send him a casual lewd photo which usually leads to him finishing up whatever he’s doing rather quickly… to teleport home and fuck the shit out of you

his favorite place to have sex is in the shower, just showering together is enough for him but being able to push you up against the marble wall while fucking you, the hot steam making it hard to breath, it feels god so good

gojo will call you princess/prince, but in and out of the bedroom!

a single neck kiss can send gojo into a complete horny frenzy, peppering his neck in slow and steady hickeys and kisses drives him absolutely insane, it’s his most sensitive part after all

CHOSO — “please keep using me, just like that..”

there’s nothing choso likes more than pathetic overstimulation, feeling everything at once— fucking you, getting his dick sucked just right, riding him, he can’t help but let out sweet loud moans and whimpers 🤭

choso also lovesss it when your loud, specifically screaming his name. while he’s fucking you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again, your moans just make him fuck you harder !

he has a huge praise kink, loves being called a good boy and will absolutely beg for you to touch him, “i’ll be good, please just touch me- please!”

mutual masturbation is so intimate yet romantic in a way, choso loves fingering you and playing with your clit, hearing how good you sound when he’s pleasuring you. along with getting his dick stroked? he’ll melt 😫

his fav position is cuddle sex for sure, slowly grinding against you just before bed turns into an endless night of cumming from behind you!

NANAMI — “you’re so beautiful beneath me, my love.”

nanami loves making you feel good especially through praise. making you feel special, stroking your hair and guiding you through everything, saying how good your doing, etc etc. he can’t get enough of it

nothing turns him on like when he sees you wearing nothing but his dress shirt that practically looks like a dress on you! it won’t be long till he drags you to the bed and fucks you with it on 😵‍💫

feeling your hands on his chest while you’re riding him is probably one of the best feelings in the world, feeling you scratch at his skin out of pleasure is something he didn’t know he liked till you started doing it

he’ll fuck you on his office desk, just saying. whenever you stop by at work in an outfit that’s a little too revealing he’ll practically drag you to his office and strip you down, pushing you onto his desk and fucking you good.

nanami is hugeee on after-care, like this man will clean you up, cuddle you, bring you water and food, everything to make you feel loved and cared for

TOJI — “i’ll cum in you over and over till i’m tired of it.”

toji is ROUGH, like really rough. he will bite you, shove his tongue down your throat, choke you, all while pounding into you and repeatedly cumming inside of you! (similarly to sukuna!)

he’s prone to fucking you while he’s mad, basically fucking his anger into you which makes him an uncontrollable horny bastard that’ll fuck you till he’s finished 😫

this man lovesss your ass, especially spanking it while fucking you from the back!

he uses his tongue fairly often during sex, which is probably why he likes oral so much. eating you out, making you cum over and over again.. along with licking your sensitive skin while he’s fucking you, he loves the taste of you

toji likes recording him fucking you, in every position, eating you out, fucking you from the back, and especially from the front cause he gets to see you become a complete mess. he keeps them saved on his face just in case you send him a teasing text which you’ll probably regret later

INO — “dont touch me there i’ll- fuck.. cum!”

before you and ino met, he always avoided anything intimate besides casual make out seshs. so his first time with you was absolutely fucking life changing. he was arching his back at the smallest touches, putting in just the tip made him almost cum immediately, he’s extremely sensitive!

ino becomes a blabbering mess during sex, like he genuinely can’t stop talking and mutters quiet “you feel s’fucking good’s”and “god, please don’t stop’s”.

during sex, he can’t help but crack small jokes that make the whole experience 10x funnier, whole time he’s fucking you, y’all are just giggling with moans in between them 🤭

he LOVES EATING PUSSY!! end of story.

ino’s a sucker for titty pics and def jerks off to pics of yours whenever he misses you a little too much.. he’s a little perv that can’t control his desires for you!

HIGURUMA — “dear, if you keep looking at me like that i won’t be able to control myself.”

he’ll let you ride that big nose and we all know it! i’ll make this known till i die, higuruma’s favorite sex position is when your sitting right on his face, grinding your clit against his nose as he explores your cunt with his tongue

he can’t control himself when you beg for him, looking up at him with pleading eyes that are wet with tears, drives him absolutely crazy

higuruma is usually away at work for long periods of time, sometimes making it home only for you to be already asleep :( so whenever he’s out for the night and staying at a hotel, a quick facetime call of pleasuring yourself all night long does just the job

he has a thing for you being on your knees for him, especially eye contact. he likes squeezing your checks and holding up your face to look at his regardless of how embarrassing it is for you because seeing how much of a mess you are is just what higuruma needs for him to cum in you!

you’ve had bath tub sex with him far too many times, with and without a suit on. the warm water while your bouncing on his dick is just what our overworked lawyer needs after a long day at work 😵‍💫

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voxisdaddy · 7 months ago

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Love Me, Please

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor/Lucifer/Adam/Husk/Angel/Vox/Valentino/Tom Trench/Saint Peter

Type: Scenarios/Comfort

C/TW: Swearing, blood, reader written with fem parts in mind (bc this bout periods, duh)

In which you miss your boyfriend/cling to your boyfriend and are being emotional about it. Basically—period emotions.

This is more for me bc it’s that time of the month and I desperately want some comfort lol | also Angel’s I left up to either be platonic or romantic

Alastor

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He was at yet another unremarkable overlord meeting when he felt something pulling on him. Back at the hotel, you laid on your bed wrapped in a cocoon of sorts, eyes tiredly watching your shadow pulling on one of Alastor’s shadows-which he left to keep an eye on you. Alastor’s grin turned to one of amusement—oh how needy you are when it’s that time of the month for you. The meeting finally came to a close and instead of making his way back to the hotel with a lovely stroll, he disappears in his shadows. Not before bidding a friendly farewell with his dear friend, Rosie. He materializes in the center of your room with a shit eating grin as he twirls his microphone around.

“I was hardly apart from you for more than an hour, my dear.”

Lucifer

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer had errands he couldn’t postpone today and so he made you promise to text him when you miss him and he’ll make his way right back in a jiffy! The bedroom door only closed behind him when he got a text from you. An ‘I miss you’ along with a sad face emoticon. He burst the door open, tears welling up in his eyes, as he crawled back into bed with you to hold you close. You honestly thought he was more emotional than you at the moment.

“My poor ducky! I’m sowwy!”

Adam

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam has been around for ages so I like to think he knows a bit about menstruation. On top of that, he has an army of baddies he likes spending time with-usually training but that's still time spent with them regardless. However he's definitely still rough around the edges since usually with his girls, he uses that to egg them on into being tougher fighters either physically or emotionally. If you're a person who's quick to be a grump or a crying mess then uhhh...just know he doesn't mean to be a dick all the time. He tries though, despite how annoying and tiresome it is. Especially since you make him feel oh so special with how you seem to demand his attention and his attention only. Right now you lay on his chest, looking on at the items set on the coffee table with a glint of amusement.

"Babe-you said pads with wings! I got that! I even made sure the chicken wings came with the good sauce."

Husk

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Husk is very vigilant so he's quickly able to come to the conclusion that you're on your period before even you realize it. It was just after he finished closing up the bar and returned to your room for a late nights rest when he smelt it. He might technically be an old man, but he's a respectful one and has been around for quite some time. He knows that small. Despite knowing you might be embarrassed to find out that he can smell it, he figured you'd be more grateful that he woke you up so you can deal with it before you wake up feeling all gross and annoyed in the morning. Plus it was worth it to almost immediately get a hug from you after being apart for a few extra hours than he liked.

"Come on. Don't wanna ruin your new pajama's now, do you baby doll?

Angel Dust

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man was out on a much needed night out with his long time bestie, Cherri Bomb. You of course coming as his plus one that his bestie always welcomed like the supportive girly she is. He couldn't quite enjoy himself as much this time around though as he sat at in a corner booth with you hunched over your drink. You're hand gripping one of his hands as if you're afraid he's gonna leave. Despite how awkward he felt trying to comfort you, he did his best and allowed himself to be as sympathetic as much as he could.

"Toot's-if you wanna leave it's okay! You know I'll stick with ya! No need to make ya headache worse than it already is!"

Vox

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox still holds certain belief's and mindsets he had from his time in the 1950's. Part of that meaning him being 'grossed out' by your period and beliefs in woman faking or over exaggerating their monthly disturbances. He learned to keep his opinions to himself though, due to previous encounters with Velvette, and found it easier to just well, cater to your needs. They were easy enough for the most part. Food and beverage cravings? He's got ya covered. Cramps and aches? You're in luck because this man is basically one large heating pad. Which quickly became a downside for him because then you wanted him all the time. Didn't matter if he was working or not. He tried to put his foot down once but it only made you emotional so uhhh-

"Honey, I'll only be gone for one hour. As soon as the meeting ends, I'll lay my head on your stomach, okay?"

Valentino

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino can only smirk to himself when he finds out it's now your time of the month. Which isn't hard to figure out since he woke up to you latched onto him like a koala this morning. A puff of red smoke invades your senses as a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, a third hand coming to play with the top of your head. Valentino, spending years working with woman and people who endure this bloody cycle, knows a few...remedy's. He has his favourite solutions, obviously. Only if you're down. The last time he tried being more...persuasive with his advances to you during these times, it didn't go well-to put it lightly.

"Mi cariño~A good fucking helps with this time of the month, you kno-" ... "Or we could share some snacks. Kitty!"

Tom Trench

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ For this man I pray you are not a bitch on your period. Poor guy already has to deal with his co-star Katie Killjoy everyday. Whatever you deal with on your period though, just know your man is there and keeps your needy ass close. Such as right now, as you sit in an oversized fuzzy hoodie on Tom's couch, watching him and Katie host the latest news live. You glance down at your phone with Tom's messages open. You want to text him but you knew it wouldn't reach him anyways-they had to keep their devices on silent while they hosted. As soon as they were finished with their shift of the day however, Tom rushed to his dressing room to find you staring at the door with open arms.

"The interns told me you were waiting for me."

Saint Peter

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man would never admit it out loud, and if he did he would word it very carefully, but he loves it when its your time of the month. I mean he feels bad for you obviously; dealing with an inconvenience once a month even in your afterlife does not sound like any sort of blessing, but he's clingy and affectionate himself. And you clinging to him just as much? Oh it's like he's died and went to Heaven-again! Currently he lays on the couch with you in his arms, you both engulfing each other in a snuggly cuddle. He periodically checks the time-as much as he loves this he's still got a job to do. He voices this but quickly finds himself soothing you.

"I'm only going to work, sweetheart! P-please don't cry!"

This was supposed to be reader missing them but some of them became not exactly that and I’m sorry lol

I’ve had this in my drafts for a month, felt about right to finally post it. I’m also ashamed to admit, it took me way too long trynna figure out what to write for Tom’s dialogue. I love him but if I don’t know him as well as I thought 😭

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ofapesandmen · 4 months ago

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Oda Headcanons [sfw/nsfw]

—★ Oda/Reader

First Meeting

if you're an Ape... your first meeting was very normal, you're be a member of the Clan after all and he knows you by name. You naturally would've been close without much effort. And, naturally, you developed a crush on the warrior.

if you're a Human... your first meeting was intense to say the least. Sightings of Echoes near the village had put Oda on high alert and he would've been riding through the territory looking for any signs of pests. And that's when he found you. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps it was the crippling loneliness, but you found yourself strangely attracted to him.

Courting

if you're an Ape... it honestly happened almost on accident. You didn't mean to give him any signs you were interested since Oda never seemed interested in you—or anyone, for that matter. But you couldn't help it. It started off as small things, showing casual interest in what he was up to, spending more time with him, talking to him while he remained his usual quiet self. And it eventually escalated to sharing your food with him, foraging for his favourite fruit, helping him around the village in any way you could. He got the hint quickly but rather than confront you about it he lets you continue your oblivious courting of him—mostly because he finds it amusing and cute. But he was also uncertain if you truly meant it. Oda was by no means past his prime, quite the opposite, but you were still way above his game. Younger, faster, quick-witted... and beautiful. He did not want you to waste it on him.

if you're a Human... courting isn't really a thing humans do. Perhaps once it was but old traditions had quickly died. Instead, you struggled with your feelings towards Oda for weeks. An uncomfortable knot growing ever tighter in your stomach every time you were near him. Yes, he scared you and almost killed you when you first met—but he had also saved you from certain death. He was no friend to Echoes but you were different... you were like Ape, and you had been injured. The way he had put his prejudices aside to help you had struck a cord in you. Selflessness was rare these days. Even more so, you were surprised he came to check up on you as you were healing. It was an unexpected gesture but one you appreciated—and one which did not help your conflicted feelings. Little did you know Oda was puzzled by a wave of similar emotions. He was not one to catch fancy easily, it took something special to make him fall. He wouldn't say this was falling but he was tiptoeing on the edge of a slippery cliff. He was... curious.

Mated Pair

if you're an Ape... it had been the happiest day of your life when Oda had asked you to be his mate. As was tradition, he signalled the end of the courting period by presenting you with gifts—a hare he had hunted himself and a new band for your arm, one that matched his. It had been the most romantic evening, beyond perfect. You spend an entire month planning your wedding ceremony together. You didn't think it was possible to fall for him even harder but once you saw him on your wedding day, dressed up in feathers and pelts, his paint cascading down his body—you were awestruck.

If you're a Human... becoming mates with Oda was a confusing experience. You had a huge culture gap you were desperately trying to close by learning and understanding the Apes. Your courting period had already been a big mess of feelings and insecurities and now you had to somehow pretend you understood what it means to be mates? It was obvious the word meant a lot more to the Apes than it did to you—married, would be the closest Human word for it. But humans did not practice marriage anymore—hadn't for a 100 years or more. It was as foreign to you as any Ape custom. And yet Oda has asked you to marry him. He made it clear he wanted you to spend the rest of your life with the Clan, with him. And to you that meant more than any words, Ape or Human, could describe.

Oda as a Lover

—★ sfw

if you're an Ape... there are things that come to you as simple instinct. Grooming each other, nesting together, using Ape Sign to communicate... they are all intrinsic, everyday things. Comfortable and familiar. Safe.

if you're a human... it's a bit more complicated. Oda had to explain and teach you basically everything about Apes, their language, their culture, everything. Including how Apes showed affection. You quite liked it... the forehead touches. You liked being so close to him. It felt intimate in a way you didn't know was possible.

whether Ape or Human... Oda is a perceptive and attentive mate/lover. He'll notice the small changes in your mood almost instantly and he can tell if you're trying to hide something from him—whether he'll confront you about either depends on if he's worried for your health and safety. He knows you're a strong individual and trusts you to come to him if there's something bothering you but he will intervene if he feels he must. (if you haven't been eating lately, have started isolating yourself, other telltale signs of mental stress. you're strong but no one should handle those things alone)

Oda will always take you into consideration and will always be thinking of you. He'll notify you if he's due for a hunt or patrol on any given day. He won't ask you if you'd come with him, rather he'll leave it open and let you decide for yourself. He's like that with you when it comes to anything, really. He lets you know what's happening in a casual way and let's you think on it.

That being said, Oda isn't good at talking about his feelings. He's very blunt and honest but it takes a while for him to open up about himself, even with people he's comfortable with. He's always thinking of others rather than himself. He would sacrifice himself for you a thousand times over to prove his love for you, but saying it outloud? impossible.

That isn't to say he never expresses his love for you in words. He'll ask if you've eaten, slept well, etc. He calls you 'Rabbit' because of that cute thing you do with your nose when you're thinking. When you're in his nest together and he thinks you're asleep he can't help but get sentimental. He'll talk at you, sweet nothings, his feelings and thoughts, how glad he is to have you. He may be the strongest and bravest of the Eagle Clan but with you... he feels inadequate. Afraid. Undeserving of you.

Actions are his love language. He'll regularly get you things you like—fruit, nuts, flowers, feathers. He'll also be close to you as often as possible—when eating, riding on his horse, or sleeping together...

—★ nsfw

if you're an Ape... he is ON you as often as possible. On your wedding night there was only ome thing on his mind—claiming you. Body and soul, become one. You'll tease him sometimes, glance at him over your shoulder, brush up against him just enough for the tips of your furs to touch. His bristles along his shoulders. It's a back and forth with the two of you. The tiniest of unspoken signals amd signs. And once you're alone he'll mount you, teeth nipping at your nape, a growl vibrating in his chest.

if you're a Human... he is very unsure of the how with you. At first he kept a respectful distance when it came to his sexual desires. He also doesn't want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable. Sex with an Echo was unheard of—even outright disgusting to think of. But you were different. He knew that, the others knew that. But he couldn't—and wouldn't—assume that meant you'd want to bed him. He gave you the reigns but you for the longest time hadn't even realised you were holding them.

whether Ape or Human... oh boy you're in for a ride. Oda is an experienced lover, he experimented a lot in his youth and he was quite popular among the females (and a few males as well). Although, he hasn't had a mate in a long time it doesn't hinder his performance—if anything, now he wants to prove he's anything but lost his vigour.

For him sex hasn't truly begun until he's made you cum once or twice with his mouth and fingers. He loves to pleasure you and does so any chance you'll let him. He loves to make you cum over and over again until you're crying from ecstasy.

Even when he's fucking you, he's focused on your pleasure. You'll always be his priority—not that he won't indulge in his own pleasures every once in a while...

His favourite foreplay is to chase you down in the woods, tracking you, stalking you like prey. Oda is the best hunter in the Clan, even when you think you've given him the slip he's always two moves ahead. The next thing you know you're hanging upside down, caught in a trap, and Oda is walking towards you, the faintest smirk playing at his lips. "Caught you, Rabbit."

Oda was made for stamina and brute strength. He can go a few rounds without a break, although, he likes to have a pause after the third one. Mostly for your sake. Have a snack and some water, replenish your energy. He'll leave it up to you if you want to continue or if you'd rather go to sleep.

When you have sex with Oda most of the time it'll be him who does the fucking. He is a service top and loves to pleasure you but that doesn't mean he wouldn't let you top him. In fact, he'd love to see you be more dominating whether you top or not. He likes it when you're more assertive, when you challenge him.

Sure, fucking you in a mating press is a fantastic way to spend the night. But when you look at him like that... with that fire in your eyes, determined to make him yours. This time he would be your prey.

Oda enjoys the thrill of sex, be it hunting you or having you dominate him. Sometimes you might have a cheeky quickie behind the fish hut when the sun had set over the horizon. Sometimes he'd take you up to the trees or vine covered buildings and take you there, admiring the view (you).

His goal through sex is to express his love and devotion to you, to keeping you safe. The words he'll never be able to say outloud he'll whisper between your thighs, against your neck, through gasps and grunts, through fingers digging into your skin.

"I love you, Rabbit."

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mnnuni · 6 months ago

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Domestic

Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean's perspective of Sam and Reader's relationship; Sam and Reader are two cutie patooties Words: 1450 Warnings: none, very fluffy Author's note: I actually don't know if I love this or I hate it

A solid faithful relationship into the hunters' field was almost rare: if they were married they were either consummed for loss or full of affairs and if they had boyfriends or girlfriends they will fight for the distance or the different visions of life. And then there was the rarity, the true love cases, the one in which they would share their life of hunters as easily as a piece of bread.

Dean Winchester never really believed in those rareness, never really believed in love in general... that was untill he really saw Sam and (Y/N) together.

Their love started slowly, it was one of that things that people would say "we already knew" when they eventually announced their relationship.

Dean was convinced that Sam's heart decided from the very beginning of their story that he would beat out of his ribcage only for her in his entire life; Dean saw it in the way Sam didn't just pass (Y/N) the milk and sugar for her coffee for her second cup of that day on their first case together, but he put them in her mug while she read out loud some articles for Dean. Sam didn't put much thougth in that action, but when she realized (Y/N) blushed because he remebred the exact order and amount of products she used after only one time.

But Dean also knew that he approved of their relationship when it was him that proposed to Sam to pick the impala and take (Y/N) somewhere special, just because she deserved all the effort his brother could put in a date and even more. Sam wasn't so surprised about that because he also saw how Dean had grown fond of (Y/N), to the point she was the only girl ever that didn't receive the "hurt my brother and I will end you" speech but it was the other way around.

When (Y/N) confined in Dean one night he really wasn't expecting what she was telling him, after more than an year of being officially with Sam.

"I know he loves me" that was her premise, and Dean could have screamed "WE ALL KNOW" but he let her keep going "but sometimes i whish things were easier" at this the Whinchester quirked an eyebrow and Y/N started rumbling then "I'm not saying it isn't easy with Sam, I just want to say that ... there's never a period of peace in our kind of lifes and we all accepted this when we decided to be hunters, but sometimes I find myself of dreaming one night together without running from something or cleaning up eachother scars... I need normality"

Dean knew that this was also Sam's dream, his little brother wanted this since Stanford, but he also knew that both of them needed to hunt because that was what gave them the hope to make the world a better place and the adrenaline that every man and every woman would need to go throu life.

After this conversation with (Y/N), Dean almost ran to Sam to order him to organize something special for his lady; he wasn't surprised to find him already writing a list of things he wanted to do with her, "I know I didn't give her the right amount of attention these past weeks, shoul I go for a picnic or romantic restaurant?". Dean tried not to smile at his answer, even if he really admired how Sam could know how his girlfriend felt withouth even say anithing and his commitment to their relationship; "The picnic is cute, but not for this time of the year. No reastaurant. She needs something calm, be domestic dude"

He left him like this to think of something, he was sure his brother would have find the right thing.

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The next day Sam was adjusting one of the bunker's biggest room, he bought a projector and a too big amount of movies -even if he thought that he could never do too much for (Y/N)-

He asked Dean to help him put her favorite couch in there and order a lot of her favourite snacks.

Dean was really proud of how Sam behaved with (Y/N) and for (Y/N), never saw him so whipped for no-one.

When (Y/N) got out of her shower, she was ready to jump into Sam's bed and sleep for two days if she could; instead she found Dean in the kitchen with a blindfold in his hands, "I promise, you will lovee what you'll see after this" he winked and then put it on her face.

"I swear to God Dean, if you're tricking me..." they were walking a pat she never did in the bunker "oh please you love me too" "if you think so...", Dean stopped her in front of a purple metal door and took the blindfold off "oh i know so" he whispered and then proceeded to walk away from there.

(Y/N) was left to wonder what the hell was going on when Sam opened said door and smiled "Hi", it had the same emotion he carried during their first date, (Y/N) smiled too and got on her tiptoes to give him a light kiss. He grabbed her hand and walked her into the room, she would have cried if she realized sooner everything there was in that room.

"You did all this for me?!"

It was clear in her voice that she was emotional in that moment and Sam hated the fact that she underestimated her value for him, "baby, that's nothing. Perhaps I should have done something sooner when I first started to notice you needed some time alone" "thank you". Sam smiled and gave her a kiss.

When they finally settled onto the couch (Y/N) was analyzing every detail there was in Sam's preparation: he put three blankets on the couch 'cause he knew he was too tall to tall for them both be covered entirely just by one and also added few pillows because (Y/N) loved the fluffy feeling of them while watching a movie; he made a little table with every kind of chips the market sold and four bottles of her favorite soda, on the shelf under it there were two or three packages of cookies too. Sam also organised something like fifteen movies, all divided by genre and number of stars (Y/N) gave them when they first talked about it.

Sam chose the first movie of the night -obviously a musical- and settled next to his girlfriend. She was so fucking happy about all Sam had done for her.

(Y/N) put her head on his chest while Sam's arm was around her shoulders, drawing figures on her arms to make her relax some more.

Dean snuck in after the first two songs of the musical and rested with one shoulder leaned on the doorframe to look at them: they were adorable. At first when they were on their honeymoon phase Dean felt the need to puke every two seconds, but now he loved to look at them from afar and be happy of their happiness

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at Sam: he was so focused on the screen,the lights of the scenes illuminated his face in a way that made his eyes sparkle.

"I love you", she whispered and Sam's face turned instantly. She still blushed when Sam looked at her that way, "and I love you".

Dean didn't see the kiss because he closed the door immediately after his brother said those words, that was another of the things that made Dean root for them: they never said "I love you too", like they had to say it just because or to not be in an embarrassing situation; every time they proclaimed their love for eachother they made sure to let the other know how much they actually loved eachother and how they really believed in what they said with that "I love you".

Sam and (Y/N) watched another movie and a documentary, they finished almost all the chips and sodas. After about the half of the documentary (Y/N) fell asleep snuggled up to Sam, who was massaging her head -he already knew that after one cookie she was about to pass out, so he made sure to get her in the most comfortable position and help with his hands in her hair to allow the sleep to finally set-

Dean never got back in that room, because he knew that they would have fallen asleep eventually. He made himself a burger and drank one too many beers, but it didn't matter because that night Dean too slept so well knowing that his brother and his sister were okay.

#sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x you

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sujiri · 4 months ago

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader, college!au, fluff

college student!ryomen sukuna who has a very lowkey crush on you. of course he's in denial about those feelings, thinking he's just probably bored.

college student!sukuna finding himself looking around if there is any sign of your presence. he can't even focus listening to yuuji's babbling about what to do while on their break. sukuna can't say that he has a big fat crush on you, because he doesn't. why would he say that in the first place? it's not like you're someone special.

college student!sukuna when you wouldn't even notice that he takes glances at you whenever you're talking with someone. you wouldn't even notice it, because if you did, he would just look away and make you think that it's probably nothing and messing or playing with you. probably there's something on your face, it's not like he likes you, who are you even anyway? it's not like he's interested to you.

college student!sukuna who would always notice the small details. he would practically notice the changes of your small likings, you've been wearing pink clothes? it might be your favorite color, you dislike caffeine? he wouldn't order any coffee drink or flavor for you to eat, you start wearing skirts for a while? he would even bet that you're in your period. you've been babbling about a recent book you finished reading? he would secretly read few pages to know what's keeping you hyped up. hilarious. it's not like he likes you, he's just observant.

college student!sukuna who would stay in the library for hours just to watch you studying. he would wonder why are you studying so hard, then he realize you were always second to him in class. it's not like he thinks it's cute, you're just too serious and it makes him laugh at you for trying hard. and no.. he doesn't like you, why would he? it's not like he's doing special treatments to you when he suddenly sit beside you and now he's teaching you the lesson you've been struggling for hours.

college student!sukuna who reminds mocks you that you're loosing weight, your eye bags has eye bags, complain as you slowly prepare everything. you need to eat, rest, and take your time whenever you need to. buying you some food after finding out you're staying to study. he doesn't get your stubbornness. it's not like he sees you as the smartest girl he ever met and no he doesn't like you.

college student!sukuna who glares at every guy who would stare at you so much. he hates how they can get a closer look at you and freely flirt you. he would intentionally even simply stomp on their feet or hits the drink they're holding, then saying they're on the way. it's not like he likes you, he just can't help it.

college student!sukuna who secretly starts to read poetry books just because he hears that you like men with more sense and ‘romantic’ for words. he even laughs to himself why he's doing this even though saying cheesy and corny words are not his thing. it's not like he likes you— or maybe.. likes you. just a tiny crush. (it is indeed a big fat crush and he won't confess it)

college student!sukuna who would be still so in denial that he likes you so much. he's not like that at all. if his twin, yuuji, can easily show what he loves and likes, he's the complete opposite. but that doesn't mean he'll put his chances into waste of how he values you. does he even like you? maybe.

college student!sukuna that you'll completely see the obvious things. you tried to tease that he should stop being such a lover boy. of course he would deny that cheesy and cringe word. he would call you a ‘brat’. it makes you laugh how easy to read him.

college student!sukuna who won't even realize he's staring at you while you're reading, eating, or doing the simplest things. if you ever point it out, his lips would curve into that ridiculous smirk and saying, “why? can't i enjoy a nice view?”. he likes you, that's what you thought. is that even a doubt?

college student!sukuna who once in your life seen him flustered after you kiss him on his cheek, while walking home and you and his hands are interlocked. you giggle as he clicks his tongue, saying he's not. of course he's in denial again. it's because he likes you.

#sujiri's fics #jjk fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #sukuna

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hoshifighting · 4 months ago

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— Synopsis: As Jihoon lets Beep Boop keep you company while he works. In a genuine moment, you reveal your growing feelings for Jihoon to Beep Boop, unaware that he had already arrived home and overheard your heartfelt confession on his computer—thanks to Beep Boop's recording, which captured everything throughout the day. — WC: 6.3k — WARNINGS: Recollection, smut, oral (m. receiving), masturbation (both receiving), cock riding, clit stimulation, edging, dirty talk, slight bondage? (you pin jihoon's arms up with your hands), mentions of soft cock. [Issue Club Serie] — This is a part 2 of Shy!Woozi. Check the Part 1

You've discovered that Jihoon only needed a little push. Whenever conversations seemed to subside, you attempted to lead them into unfamiliar waters, always careful to keep things comfortable for him. It was all about balance, really.

Like that time you noticed him getting a bit quiet, and you casually asked about his computer's brand and what he thought was the best for working with music. His eyes lit up, and suddenly he had a full article ready in his head.

And even though it wasn't exactly your cup of tea, you found yourself genuinely engaged by the passion in his voice. Making Jihoon feel appreciated and comfortable was a priority, and seeing him relax around you was priceless.

He started reciprocating in his own way, paying attention to the little things that made you happy.

One day, he noticed the tiny glitters you applied to the corners of your eyes. He seemed enchanted by how they sparkled every time you moved. He shyly asked how you did that, and before long, he was sitting on your bed as you showed him every type, color, and format of glitter you had in your vanity, all enthusiastic about it.

You demonstrated by smudging some on his forearm, showing how it looked on skin. Jihoon might not have been overly fascinated by makeup, but the feeling of your fingers on his arm made it all worth it for him.

Jihoon was incredibly observant. He noticed how much you liked those glitters, and one day, sent Beep Boop to your door. When you opened it, the robot held a cute bag.

“What is it this time, Beep Boop?” you asked, smiling.

“Glitter,” the robot replied in its robotic voice.

You jumped in front of Beep Boop, eyes wide with excitement. “No way! Jihoon, you’re the best!” You hugged the robot, causing Jihoon to laugh sincerely in his bedroom as he controlled the robot.

Another memorable moment was when Jihoon came back from the supermarket. As he walked past your window, he saw you curled up under the covers with a bowl of ice cream, watching what looked like a romantic movie.

It suddenly clicked in his mind that it was Valentine's Day. He wasn’t quite ready to give you something in person, but he still wanted to make the day special for you. He sent Beep Boop again, this time carrying a bouquet and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

You remembered how it felt to open the door to Beep Boop on Valentine’s Day. The sight of the bouquet and the chocolates made your heart flutter. You knew it was Jihoon's way of reaching out, and it meant the world to you.

“Beep Boop, are these from Jihoon?” you asked, though you already knew the answer.

“Yes,” the robot replied.

You grinned widely. “Tell Jihoon thank you. This is so sweet.”

Beep Boop gave a little nod before rolling away, and you closed the door, clutching the bouquet and chocolates to your chest.

There was that one embarrassing time when your period came unexpectedly and you realized you were out of tampons and pads. You couldn't leave home, and your friends were unavailable. Feeling desperate, you messaged Jihoon, asking if he could send Beep Boop to your door. He complied immediately.

Even though you were just asking a robot, you felt shy when Beep Boop appeared at your door. Opening it slowly, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“Do you need help?” Beep Boop asked, its robotic voice echoing in the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “Can you buy me some pads? I’ll pay you back later.”

There was a brief silence as Jihoon, back in his room, tried to figure out which brand to get. Then, the screen on Beep Boop's face displayed several options. You blushed, covering your mouth with your hand as you clicked on the brand you usually buy.

A smiley face appeared on Beep Boop’s screen. “Don’t worry about it. It’s normal for people of the female gender.”

You chuckled at the awkward phrasing, realizing it was probably a default response from the pad's search. Jihoon must have clicked the wrong button. You could just imagine him, hand clapped to his forehead, before heading to the convenience store to get what you needed.

A while later, you heard a knock on your door. Opening it, you found Jihoon standing there with a plastic bag containing several packs of pads. Your face turned red, feeling mortified.

“I thought Beep Boop was going to bring them,” you mumbled through your fingers.

Jihoon chuckled, handing you the bag. “Yeah, he gave me some problems earlier. Sorry about that.”

You laughed, recalling the robot’s awkward “impact phrase.” It eased your shyness a bit. “Thank you so much, Jihoon. How much was it?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “You don’t have to pay me back. It was nothing.”

As he turned to leave, Jihoon pretended not to notice the small stain on your shorts, sparing you further embarrassment.

[...]

Today was your first day of vacation, and you were excited to spend it relaxing. You decided to message Jihoon to see if he wanted to come over to your house.

"Hey Jihoon! It's my first day of vacation. Do you want to come over today?"

A few moments later, his reply came. "Hey! I'd love to, but I have to go to my job in person today."

You frowned at the message, feeling a bit disappointed. But then, another message popped up. "Do you want Beep Boop to spend the day with you instead?"

You thought about it sincerely, glancing at the cold windows outside. Staying indoors seemed like the perfect plan for such a gloomy day. "Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks, Jihoon."

“Awesome! I’ll set him up before I leave. I’ve made some upgrades to Beep Boop, so you can talk with him. I can't answer you while I'm at work, but Beep Boop can keep you company. And I'll join you when I get home."

You smiled, feeling a bit better. “Thanks, Jihoon. Have a good day at work!”

“You too! Beep Boop will be there soon.”

True to his word, Jihoon made some last-minute touches, so you could have actual conversations with him throughout the day.

He even left the camera on all day, so he could watch what you did, planning to watch you later.

As the hours passed, you found yourself enjoying the company of Beep Boop. The robot helped you cook by spelling out the recipe, and you laughed as it walked around your house, its mechanical movements strangely adorable.

You even asked for its opinion on the best glitter color to apply to your eyes, and Beep Boop responded with a surprisingly insightful answer.

You smiled, applying the suggested glitter before turning on Netflix. You and Beep Boop searched for a movie, finally settling on a romantic comedy. The robot even offered commentary during the film, making you laugh with its robotic take on human emotions.

After the movie ended, you found yourself talking to Beep Boop about your life. It was oddly therapeutic, even though you knew it couldn't truly understand.

“Beep Boop,” you called.

“Yes?” the robot answered promptly.

You hesitated, not sure how to begin. “So, there's someone I’ve been thinking about a lot lately…”

“I see. It sounds like this person is important to you.”

You sighed. “Well, he’s really kind and thoughtful. Like, he does all these little things for me that make me feel special. But I’m not sure if it’s because he likes me or if he’s just being nice.”

“Have you considered talking to him about your feelings?”

“I have, but I’m scared. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

The robot tilted its head slightly, a gesture Jihoon must have programmed. "It is normal to be afraid of rejection. But sometimes taking that risk is the only way to be certain."

You bit your lip, pondering Beep Boop’s words. “What if I’m... What if I’m liking Jihoon?” you finally blurted out your feelings about Beep Boop's creator.

"He has shown that he cares about you. It's possible that he may feel the same way."

You chuckled, finding the robot's advice strangely comforting. "What if I'm liking Jihoon more than just a friend?"

There was a pause, and you started to notice that Beep Boop's responses wavered.

"What if Jihoon feels the same way about you?"

You blinked, realizing something was different. The tone was...off. You felt a sudden apprehension.

Jihoon, who had just arrived home and was heading to his bedroom to shower, paused when he heard the conversation through his computer. He listened intently as you poured out your heart to Beep Boop.

The robot turned to you, its camera focusing on your face; You were glowing from the light of your television, your finger parting your lips slightly. Jihoon was looking at your mirrored image on his computer's screen.

You frowned, looking at the robot. “Jihoon?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Jihoon replied, his voice now, clear. “I’m home.”

You froze, realizing that Jihoon had been listening. "Oh my god, Jihoon. I...I didn't mean for you to hear all that."

Jihoon, now visible on the robot's screen, looked timid but sincere.

"Since the day you moved into the neighborhood, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were this amazing person right next door, but… I couldn't bring myself to come down and talk to you directly."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened to his confession.

Jihoon continued, "Beep Boop was the only way I could be around you all the time without freaking out. But I think it's time I stop hiding behind a robot."

You were speechless for a moment, processing his words.

"Jihoon, I honestly had no idea. I thought you saw me as a neighbor or a friend."

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile.

"You've been more than that to me. You made me feel admired and comfortable, even with my awkwardness. I realized I needed to take a chance and tell you how I feel." Jihoon pauses before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”

Beep Boop’s face, for the first time, turned off in front of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for Jihoon’s arrival.

You heard the knock on your door, and every step you took felt slower, heavier with expectation.

When you opened the door, Jihoon didn’t wait before pulling you into a hug. He wasn’t usually a big fan of hugs, but he needed this one, and maybe it was a way to hide his red face against your neck. He smelled like he had just left the bath, a mix of fresh soap and something uniquely Jihoon.

You pulled him inside, your hands roaming his back, feeling the tension and relief in his muscles. You giggled softly, breaking the silence. “I know you’re hiding your face.”

He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m too red right now to face you.”

You pouted, resting your chin on his shoulder. “But I want to kiss you…”

Jihoon’s body tensed for a moment before he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His face was indeed flushed, but there was a smile playing on his lips. “You do?”

You nodded, your own cheeks heating up. “Yes. I’ve been wanting to for a while now.”

His eyes softened, and he reached up to gently cup your face. “Then kiss me.”

You leaned in, closing the small distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was sweet and gentle, yet filled with the assumed emotions you both had been carrying. Jihoon’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss just a bit more.

The moment you both paused to catch your breath, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing you back together. You couldn’t stop kissing Jihoon, pushing him step by step until he rested against the sideboard. His kisses broke into a chuckle as he felt your desperate kisses on his smile.

"Sorry," you mumbled, cheeks flushed. Your hands slid from him, falling to your sides as you took a step back. The smile never left your lips; you were so happy to kiss his rosy lips.

Jihoon, ever the observant one, had noticed your hesitations, the way you always took a step back, afraid to rush him. But what you didn’t realize was that he wanted you to rush him. He wanted you to hug him until he was breathless, to touch his hair like you always complimented it. He didn’t want you to hold back—he wanted you to step further.

Seeing you hold back again, he touched your hand, pulling you against his chest. "Don’t hold back anymore," he murmured against your lips. Your breath trembled at his words, like receiving a long-awaited answer.

"But I don’t want to push you too far," you protested, unsure of the right words.

Jihoon held your face, making you look at him. "I’m being honest. I won’t break if you do." His hands slid to your waist, squeezing gently. You gasped against his lips, and he stole a quick peck.

You were already overwhelmed, his warm hands heating your belly skin through your top, his unwavering eyes fixed on you, his voice so sure of what he wanted. "Are you really letting me do whatever I want?"

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. "What do you want to do?"

Closing your eyes, you felt the words on your tongue but struggled to speak. Gathering all the courage in the world, Jihoon kissed a single peck on your neck to gauge your reaction, holding back a smile as you melted against him.

"I want you," you finally whispered. His touch makes the words roll off your mouth.

"Then take me," he whispered back, his tone a raspy plea.

You gather Jihoon's long hair from the nape of his neck, pulling gently before kissing him again. Incredibly, he loosens up too, sucking your tongue and pulling you closer to his body. The bulge pressing against your sex through his shorts makes your heart race, the proof of his lust melting you from the inside out.

Jihoon flinches slightly when your hand slides to the hem of his shirt, guiding him toward your bedroom, your fingers brushing against his lower abdomen. As you bite his earlobe upon reaching the bedroom, your hands slide inside his shirt, moving up and down, feeling his waist.

His smooth skin turns into a sea of shivers, his body hair bristles under your touch, and a shy moan escapes his mouth involuntarily. You realize that the thing you love the most isn't glitters or romantic movies anymore—it's the way Jihoon moans at your slightest touch.

You grasp the hem of his shirt, pushing it up. Jihoon helps you remove the clothing, and you have to remind yourself to close your mouth before you drool. Under his oversized clothing, you never expected such a defined body—a full six-pack, strong arms, and a chiseled chest.

Your eyes trace every line from his abdomen to his chest, down to the veins on his arms, and that single vein that disappears into his shorts.

“Jihoon,” you whisper, as your hand slides over his torso.

He shivers, his breath hitching. “Y-yes?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” you murmur, your hand moving up to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Did you know that?”

His cheeks turn a deep shade of red, his eyes incompetent to meet yours. “I, uh, I didn’t…”

You smirk, your fingers tracing the line of his hip. “You’re so shy, Jihoon,” you tease gently, your hand sliding lower, to the waistband of his shorts. “But you don’t have to be with me.”

His breath hitches again, and he stutters, “I know that, I’m just… not used to this.”

You smile, your lips brushing against his collarbone. “Then let me help you get used to it.”

Your hand slides into his shorts, feeling the hard length of his cock. Jihoon gasps, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. You look up at him, his face flushed, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“Do you like this?” you ask softly, your fingers wrapping around him.

He nods, his voice a shaky whisper. “Yes… a lot.”

You move your hand slowly, eliciting a low moan from him. “Good,” you whisper, your lips finding his again. “I want to make you feel good, Jihoon.”

His hands grasp at your hips, pulling you closer. “H-hm, you already do,” he murmurs against your lips.

You can't help but chuckle, teasingly saying, "Already so worked up, Jihoonie?"

With your free hand, you tug down his shorts and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. You push him onto the bed, and he props himself up on his elbows, his eyes fixed on you. Slowly, you pull off your top, followed by your shorts and panties, never breaking eye contact.

“Shit...” Jihoon breathes out, his eyes raking over your body as you straddle him. He looks almost dazed, knowing full well he won’t last long once you start.

You can see the precum glistening at the tip of his cock. Smiling, you circle the head with your wet palm before sliding down his length, his abdomen trembling in response. Jihoon covers his eyes with his arm, his body reacting to your touch in a way that makes you feel powerful.

"Look at you," you mewl, observing how his cock turns red from the friction. But your gaze travels upward, noticing his flushed skin spreading from his shoulders to his nipples, neck, and cheeks. He’s absolutely breathtaking like this.

Taking advantage of Jihoon’s covered eyes, you lean down, enveloping his cock with your hot mouth in a single quick move. He gasps, his eyes flying open to see if it’s real. He clutches the duvet tightly, his knuckles white with the power of his grip. You can taste the salty precum on your tongue, that doesnt stop flowing, a sign that you’re doing something right.

Jihoon’s breath comes in ragged gasps as you bob your head, the slick suction sounds filling the room. “Just like that,” he moans, his voice strained.

You hum around him, sending vibrations through his length. His hips jerk involuntarily, pushing deeper into your mouth. You can feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing with need. You pull back slightly, just enough to tease him with your tongue, tracing patterns on the sensitive tip.

He whimpers, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Please,” he begs, making you fold at his desperate tone.

You give him a wicked smile before taking him deep again, your tongue working in tandem with your hand. Jihoon’s moans grow louder, his body tensing as he approaches the edge. You can feel the heat building inside him, his release is imminent.

Jihoon’s elbows start to lose strength, but he manages to slide a hand to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You smile around his cock before taking a deep breath, relaxing your jaw, and taking him deep into your throat.

You hold him there for a few seconds before pulling back up to the tip, gagging slightly.

His body shudders, and he collapses onto his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Are you okay?”

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile as you slurp at his tip, your hands gently rolling his balls. His jaw dropped, and his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. You can sense his orgasm building, his body trembling under you.

But just as he’s about to tip over the edge, you pull your mouth away, teasingly licking the length of his cock but never fully touching it. Jihoon whimpers, his voice strained with desperation. “No… please…” he moans, his hips bucking slightly, seeking your touch.

You smirk, watching him struggle to control his sanity. “Do you want more, Jihoon?” you ask slyly.

His voice just seems to stay in his throat, and you like that.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his sensitive skin. “Tell me what you want,” you whisper, your fingers lightly tracing his length, making him shiver.

“I want you… please… don’t stop,” he moans, his voice breaking with need.

Satisfied with his plea, you finally take him back into your mouth, sucking him with a fresh push. His moans become louder, more desperate, as he nears the brink once more.

"Y/N... Oh God"

Jihoon’s body tenses, his hips bucking involuntarily as he reaches his peak. With a final, throaty moan, he comes hard, his cum exploding inside your mouth. You swallow, savoring the taste of him, as you continue to gently suckle until he’s completely spent.

Your mouth is making Jihoon sensitive, and even in his weakened state from the orgasm, he instinctively pulls your jaw away from his cock. The rough grip makes you hitch a breath, your pussy dripping a line on the duvet.

You feel a desperate need for any touch from him. He notices by the way your mouth stays open, needily, as he holds your jaw.

Seeing you like this, Jihoon's cock twitched, wanting to stand proud again. If he’d known how desperate you were for him, he would have eaten you out on his bed that day you came over to his house to see his Funko Pop collection.

His thumb rests on your cheek, then slides inside your mouth, pressing your tongue down. You cry, furrowing your eyebrows, rolling your tongue around the digit before closing your lips around it.

"It seems like you enjoy it?" Jihoon teases, his voice shy but gaining enthusiasm. “You like being needy for me?”

You whimper, his words making you melt. Seeing you fold to his touch, he gains confidence, seeing how you respond to his words. Jihoon slides his fingers out of your mouth with a cute pop, making you lay on him.

Your legs are straddling him on either side, your head resting next to his, as your chest presses against his. Before letting his fingers caress your wet pussy, his hand slides down your back and squeezes your ass.

He can feel you trembling, and Jihoon feels each quiver in his chest. He’s surprised by how wet you are, and his fingers may 'accidentally' slip inside. Without realizing it, your hips grind against him to feel more of his fingers, the tips circling your clit, as he feels you throbbing on the skin of his digits.

You knew that the moment Jihoon touched you, you would lose control. Your whimpers and pants don’t go unnoticed, especially since they’re right in his ear, his eyes closing in delight at the sound.

“I need to confess something,” Jihoon says.

You hum in response, the only sound you can manage. His other arm hugs your waist as he begins.

''I knew exactly what you were doing that day.''

"Hm?"

"That day… you were touching yourself in front of your window, pretending you didn’t know I was watching."

Your cheeks are burning hot, and your eyes enlarge.

Jihoon continues, his fingers teasing your clit. “You thought you were being discreet, but I could see everything.''

He shuts his eyes, remembering what he saw that day through your window.

"I could see your fingers sliding inside you, could hear you moaning all needy even through the glass. And you know what? I couldn't stop myself from watching."

You chuckle into his ear, moaning softly, revealing yourself, exposing your little plan.

“I fucking knew it,” he scoffs, slapping your ass. “You wanted me to watch, didn’t you?”

You moan at the impact, your body hugging him, trying to channel the pleasure somewhere. Jihoon’s fingers keep working you, but every time he feels your clit throb, announcing your close orgasm, he pulls his fingers away, making you cry out in frustration.

“Jihoon, please,” you beg, your voice shaky.

“I want to see how badly you need it.”

He continues talking, every word dripping with teasing. “I could see you, all needy and desperate. Your fingers weren’t enough, were they? You wanted me to be the one making you cum.”

You hiccup, the words wreaking havoc on your mind, and a mess between your legs, you can feel yourself sopping his abdomen. You were completely at his mercy.

Jihoon’s fingers return to your clit, teasing the swollen nerve. “You’re so wet for me,” he says, his voice cooing.

You groan, your hips grinding against his fingers. “Please, Jihoon, I can’t take it.”

He chuckles, enjoying your desperation. “You can. And you will. Just a little longer, okay?”

You nod while biting your lip. Jihoon's fingers work you ably, bringing you closer and closer before pulling away at the last moment.

He smirks, enjoying the control. "I felt so bad because I couldn’t stop touching myself when I saw you that day."

Your body melts into his, almost limp, your fingers losing their grip on his biceps as your moans turn into quivering pants from all the teasing. His fingers are suddenly still on your clit, and he coos at you, savoring the sight of you squirming so prettily. He’s been edging you for what feels like forever, and while he can’t help but enjoy it, a hint of concern creeps in.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” he asks, his tone sly-sweet.

You nod with a painful whimper.

“Sorry for making you wait so long,” he murmurs, not sounding sorry at all.

His hand moves to the side, circling your clit from an awkward angle, and before you can wonder why, he slides you down, thrusting upwards. His cock glides into you all at once, the messy state of your pussy making it easy for him to slide in.

You're so sensitive, that you can feel every little fold of his cock, the bulge of the head, and it was all too much.

Your entire body becomes acutely aware, your head lifting to look at his face. You feel almost pathetic, knowing what’s about to happen.

Your eyes squeezed shut, jaw falling open as your pussy swallowed him inside, cumming on his first thrust. His fingers increased the speed on your clit, and you finally let out a cry, your head falling onto his shoulder again.

“Did you just cum from me sliding in?” Jihoon teased, his voice full of disbelief. “Fuck, you’re so sensitive.”

“Jihoon,” you cringed on his shoulder.

“I knew you’d cum soon, but this?” he murmured, his own voice trembling as he realized how close he was to the edge too. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

He leans in to kiss you, but you pull back, a teasing smile on your face. Jihoon frowns, whimpering, following your face to try to kiss you again, but you dodge it. Smiling, you lift yourself slowly, then sink back down onto his cock, taking him deeper inside you.

You can feel every inch of him filling you up, the stretch is deliciously intense. Jihoon's face contorts with in pleasure, his mouth falling open as his close shut. His body arches, and the hand on your throat tightens involuntarily.

You suddenly remove his hands from your throat and your ass, guiding them to the top of his head. His fingers feel warm and slightly trembling against yours as you place them where you want them. Jihoon knows he could easily break free, but the temptation to see what you’ll do next is too great.

His once-cute expression transforms into something completely naughty, his lips caught between his teeth as he grins up at you.

“You were so shy a few minutes ago, and now look at you,” you tease, raising yourself before sinking back down on him, eliciting a throaty moan from his lips. “Where’s the boy who needed a robot to talk to me?”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. “That boy’s gone,” he manages to say, his voice breathy.

You start to roll your hips, riding him with a determined rhythm that makes him lose his mind. Each slam of your pussy onto his cock feels like you’re trying to obliterate every trace of his existence. The thought alone sends a shiver down his spine, straight to his cock.

“I’m going to ruin you,” you whisper, your voice dripping with lust and promise.

Jihoon groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he feels you tighten around him. "I’m already there," he admits, his voice strained. "You’ve got me right where you want me."

You grin, savoring the power you have over him, and continue your relentless pace. His hands stay obediently where you placed them, his body writhing beneath you as he succumbs completely to your touch. Every ride, every roll of your hips, drives him closer to the edge, and he knows there’s no turning back.

You slide your hands off his and down his arms, feeling the hard lines of his muscles under your palms. Jihoon's body reacts like a wave, shivering and contorting with every touch.

You gather your hair, the heat in your body intensifying with every passing second. The pleasure spreads through you like wildfire, leaving a trail of burning need in its wake. You hold your hair in one hand, the other bracing against his abdomen.

Jihoon's eyes widen at the sight before him. A single drop of sweat slides down the middle of your breasts, glistening as it travels over your belly. Your head is thrown back, exposing the perfect curve of your neck, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust. Your pussy clenches around him, gripping him so tightly that he can barely think.

His fingers tighten on the sheets above his head, fighting the overwhelming urge to grab you and flip you onto all fours. He’s teetering on the edge, desperate not to cum too soon. He tries to think of anything else—natural disasters, money laundering scandals, food waste—anything to distract himself.

But then you say, "Ah ah, open your eyes for me,"

He curses you in his mind because the view he’s about to witness will destroy any hope of holding back.

He opens his eyes reluctantly, and the sight of you riding him, the look of raw pleasure on your face, is enough to push him right to the brink.

“Slow down,” he begs, his voice trembling as his eyes roll back, overcome with the intensity of your movements. The sight of him like this—so utterly undone—almost makes you cum on the spot, but you maintain your steady rhythm.

“You want me to slow down?” you taunt, a wicked grin spreading across your face. “But you look so pretty when you’re falling apart like this.”

Jihoon’s grip on the sheets tightens, his knuckles turning white. “Y/N, please,” he groans, his voice breaking. “I can’t... I can’t hold on if you keep going like this.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

The desperation in his voice piques your interest, propelling you to push him harder. "I want you to fill me up until there is no more space, until your cum is spilling out of me. I want to feel you mark me with every single drop you have.”

You can feel him tense, a deep moan escaping from his chest as he finally lets go. You cross the border when you feel his hot cum covering your walls and filling you. You find yourself trembling and struggling to breathe as your own orgasm bursts through you.

Jihoon’s release is strong, his body arching as he pumps into you, his grip on the sheets tightening. Your senses are overwhelmed by the volume of his thick and hot cum, which fills you to the brim.

The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, so utterly marked, makes you feel light-headed.

Your legs begin to feel like jelly, and the ache from your current position becomes more evident. Your balance falters, and Jihoon, feeling your wavering, ignores your earlier command to hold his hands back. His hands instinctively go to your aid, stabilizing your quivering body.

You laugh at your state as he supports you up, feeling giddy at the situation.

"Are you good?" Jihoon asks.

You nod, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "I'm full," you say, glancing down at where your bodies are still connected.

Jihoon's eyes follow yours, and a soft chuckle escapes him. "I can see that," he murmurs, his hands gentle as they caress your sides. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Yeah," you hiss as you get up slowly, feeling the ache in your legs finally stretching out, and noticing the mess sliding out of you.

You glance down where you were sitting on him, admiring the white ribbons dripping out of you, around his cock, but Jihoon stops you before you can focus too much on it.

"I think I'm gonna take a bath," you think aloud, "or I'll just pass out on you like this."

Jihoon gulps, his gaze flickering nervously. You furrow your brow, genuinely confused. "What's wrong?" you ask, tilting your head.

He shifts uncomfortably, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Um, I... I don't want you to see me, uh, soft," he admits.

You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, please," you tease, moving closer to him. "You think I'm only into you when you're hard?"

He stays shy, and you playfully suggest, "Why don't you take a bath with me? I promise I won't look."

Jihoon hesitates for a moment, then breaks into a smile and nods. "Okay, sure," he agrees, his cheeks still tinted pink.

You beam at him, delighted that he's willing to join you. "Great! I'll go first, then," you say, stepping carefully to avoid dripping on the floor.

Jihoon chuckles softly at your clumsiness, finding it endearing. "Take your time," he calls after you as you disappear into the bathroom.

The idea of bathing together feels even more intimate than what you just shared in bed. The thought of being naked together in the warm water, the steam enveloping you both, brings a different kind of closeness.

As Jihoon enters the bathroom, you turn your back to give him privacy, feeling the warm water cascade down your skin. The sound of him entering the shower reaches your ears, and you smile, knowing he's joining you.

You grab some body soap and pour it into his waiting hands, laughing softly as the foam starts to build between your fingers and over your skin. "Here, help me with this," you say, offering him the liquid soap.

Jihoon takes the liquid soap, and soon you're both covered in foamy suds, the bathroom filling with a fresh, clean scent. He wraps his arms around you in a slippery hug, both of you chuckling at the comical situation.

"You're so slippery," Jihoon remarks, giggling, as he tries to keep his grip on you.

You laugh softly, turning to face him now that you're both thoroughly soaped up. "It's the soap's fault," you tease, rubbing your hands over his shoulders to spread the suds.

After the bath, you and Jihoon towel off and slip into clean sheets, savoring the new, cool comfort against your skin. Just as you’re about to settle in, Beep Boop rolls into the room, his wheels humming softly.

Beep Boop's face screen flashes a cheerful smile. "Hello! Beep Boop is here to assist!"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Not now, Beep Boop. We’re trying to get some rest."

Jihoon gives Beep Boop an exasperated look. "Beep Boop, out. We need some privacy."

Beep Boop’s screen flickers, showing a sad face for a moment before it switches back to happy. "Beep Boop understands. Goodnight, humans!" He rolls out of the room, his wheels whirring softly.

You frown at Jihoon, playfully swatting his arm. "Don’t talk to him like that."

Jihoon laughs, pulling you closer. "It's a robot—"

You cut him off, pouting. "Apologize to him!"

Jihoon sighs, shaking his head with a smile. "Alright, alright. Beep Boop, I’m sorry!"

From the hallway, Beep Boop’s cheerful voice echoes back, "Apology accepted! Goodnight!"

You snuggle into Jihoon’s chest, feeling his laughter rumble through him. Jihoon chuckles, shaking his head. "You and your robot... I'm starting to think you like Beep Boop more than me."

You smirk and raise an eyebrow. "Are you jealous of Beep Boop?"

Jihoon gives you a mock offended look. "What? Me? Jealous of a robot? Absolutely not."

You poke his side playfully. "Admit it, you are a little jealous."

Jihoon crosses his arms, trying to look serious but failing as a smile creeps onto his face.

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choking hazard

simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

synopsis: you have a very special request for simon. he thinks you're insane.

wc: 1.3k

cw: afab!reader, choking, grinding, hotdogging, haphazard kink negotiation, thigh riding, playful name-calling, no use of y/n ever.

an: a quick little bite of simon and medic reader for this challenge, which i technically failed cause this is way over 100 words. happy thanksgiving

“What?” He asks, but really, it lacks the traditional inflection of a question. Instead, the single word manages to hold deep exhaustion and a healthy helping of ‘what the fuck is wrong with you’.

Which, rude.

You stomp your foot, the moue of your lips more than a little petulant. “Oh, come on, don’t make it weird. Just...a little. Enough to pass out.” you raise your hand and pinch the air for emphasis.

“What?” Oh! The inflection was back, and he’d shifted weight onto his other foot. His cotton mask allows for you to see the top half of his face today, and you’re grateful, because the furrow in his brow exposes that while he really wants to just up and leave this conversation, he’s far too curious, or maybe perplexed? Disturbed?

“I want you to choke me out, Simon.” You grin, shrugging, “preferably with your cock in me but...” You mutter to yourself, pressing your lips together and widening your eyes in mock innocence when he glares at you in response, obviously hearing you.

“No.” He turns away from you, pushing around the ceramic skull you placed in your office. A paperweight, whose presence had absolutely no hidden, romantic meaning whatsoever, you’d simply seen it in a home goods display off base and snatched it up.

It had been on sale. Or something.

“I’m a doctor.” You tap your name tag insistently, “I know my limits, Si.” Now you’re just trying to rile him up, as if he’d ever lay a hand on you in anger you didn’t expressly beg for. Still, he hates when you shorten his name, used to hate it when you said it at all.

Thankfully, things change.

“Fucking quack.” He mutters and you make a loud, dramatic, wounded noise you’d heard in a K-Drama you had watched once before flipping back to your favourite period drama you’d watched a million times over. You flatten your hand against your chest and rear back, more for your own gratification than to impress your offence upon Simon.

“I’m serious! I’m curious and I know it won’t cause any real, lasting damage.” You approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle. He flinches, not from surprise, you guess, but from sensation, before his body relaxes. You push your face between his shoulder blades, rubbing your nose against his shirt.

“I’ll suck you off after.” You murmur, and the lieutenant snorts derisively.

No dice.

“Then I’ll ask Soap to do it!” You release him, and circle around your desk, feigning a grab towards your cell phone.

He doesn’t rise to the bait initially, turning back to face you and crossing his inked, scarred arms. You ogle them shamelessly, eyes greedily tracing every bit of knicked skin, every prominent, tempting vein. Thing of beauty, his arms were. “Go on, then.” He shrugs and consternation makes you furrow your brow in defeat. Unfortunately, the closer the two of you become, the more bags of candy and suggestive texts and lingering glances you exchange, the easier it is to read the other’s intent, your bluffs.

You pout, and kick at the corner of your own desk, shifting it slightly. “Fine. I wouldn’t ask him.” You tilt your head, pinning him with a needy look you hope is suitably enticing, “I’m asking you cause I trust you, Simon. Please?”

Apparently, bald, earnest honesty is the ticket because your not-boyfriend heaves a sigh and uncrosses his arms, raising one to rub at the back of his neck, the black t-shirt he dons stretched tantalizingly tight over the curve of his muscled bicep.

Oh, this was going to be so good.

“Fine. Just don’t piss yourself.”

“Do people do that?” You wrinkle your nose, and Simon levels you with a look, dark brown eyes broadcasting a stark “Do I fucking look like I’m joking?”

Regardless, you clap your hands in celebration, locking the door to your office and sprinting back to stand in front of him, the framed photo of your commanding officer, your mother, and you looking on judgmentally. You try to ignore it but end up putting the photo down on its face, no need for dear mum and your boss to witness your fantasy come to life.

Simon turns you to face away from him, the heat of his hands seeping into your shoulders. He is always so warm. It had been a boon to your freezing feet the few times you’d shared a bed for actual sleeping. (He’d cursed at you for maybe a minute before hiking your legs up to bracket his hips, so you could fall asleep wrapped around him like a koala.)

“Double tap, you understand?” He barks, and you can’t help but shimmy in excitement.

“Yup!”

Simon wraps a burly arm around your neck, not exerting any pressure yet. He hooks his other arm around his wrist so it sits in his elbow, and places that palm on the crown of your head, securing you snugly in a standard choke-hold.

“Good?” He mutters low, his chest blankets your back, and you're enveloped in the clean, sharp scent he usually carries with him.

You laugh, “Yeah-huh-huh-huh.” and you know you sound a little stupid, but you’re getting what you wanted and even without Simon utilizing force, you can feel yourself getting wet, forcing you to rub your thighs together in anticipation.

He begins to constrict your airway and it feels as though your head is ballooning, building up pressure as breathing slowly becomes more and more difficult. Your eyelids flutter closed and your lips part in shock. It doesn’t feel good, necessarily, but it certainly doesn’t feel bad. It’s obvious Simon’s holding back a lot. It probably should hurt but the lack of air makes your mind stutter to a stop, and all you can feel is Simon’s heat along your back and his strength holding you in place and his scent where it’s stalled in your lungs, unable to escape. When he shifts a bit behind you, your eyes pop back open in surprise at what you feel.

“You’re hard!” You wheeze incredulously, using the very last bit of air you had to call him out.

“And you’re a fucking lunatic.” He bites back, jerking his hips forward to rub his clothed erection against the swell of your ass. And he’s been doing that a lot lately, pushing up against your back, grinding along the fat of your thighs. Just last week, he’d spent a whole night hot-dogging (“Dumb fucking name, huh?”) the aching length of his dick between the cheeks of your ass, fucking against your flesh until he spilled hot and thick over your lower back.

You think he may be developing a thing.

He keeps rocking against you, branding his shape into your backside. “God.” He mutters, pulling you up and sliding his knee between your thighs. You can’t speak, what with your brain rapidly losing function, but if you could you’d hiss your assent, maybe scream when the muscles of his thigh nudge against your clit.

Your lungs and cunt burn in unison, and the edges of your vision fade, but you want to keep going, want to come just like this, completely under his control, dry humping his massive thigh, unable to breathe.

Finally, you raise a shaky hand to tap at his forearm, and Simon immediately releases you, letting you stumble forward, off his leg and towards your desk. Your palms make contact with the polished wood and you hunch forward panting loud and hard. The room is fucking spinning, but all you can bring yourself to do is laugh like a fucking maniac.

“You good?” The soldier speaks, the sound of his footsteps just barely piercing through the sound of your rushing blood. Your voice is practically non-existent and you have to clear your throat three times, but when you do eventually croak out a response, your chest heaves with your desperate breaths in between your words.

“Yeah, fuck yes.” Your chest slowly loses that frantic, mounting pressure and when you turn your head to look at Simon over your shoulder, his eyes are unfathomably dark and narrowed, running laps over your legs, thighs and ass.

“Good. Take your scrubs off. Right now.”

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