#switch!male!reader

[sleep-0-deprived]

What would it be like if nerdy reader liked erotic books and liked to replicate scenes with yandere Bully?

Yandere bully x nerdy male reader reading erotic books~ ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Just imagining your sitting on a chair in the empty school library reading your books during study hall with your face indulged into the book occasionally peeking back over your shoulders making sure no one is behind you when you’re reading, “what’cha readin?” The voice makes your back go all stiff turning around and lo and behold your favorite obsessed bully right behind you with his grin obviously knowing what you were reading.

Just imagining you getting pulled out of the library dropping whatever piece of erotica was in your hands while he whispers something like “if ya don’t want me to tell the school what you like to read then you’ll suck me off just like that girl was doin in that pervy little book of yours?” He’d mumble pushing you on your knees making you suck at his cock through the fabric of his jeans just watching you all hard on the bathroom floor rutting your bulge into his shoes.

Just imagining you working up the courage after school to beg the Yandere to let you fuck him, you keep blurtin out how you’d “make him feel good” basically pouting like a puppy when the two of you are alone until he just gives a nod not thinking you’d fuck him any good, this man laying getting his back blown out was such a humbling experience to have such a nerdy guy on top of him holding his legs to his chest while you ramble on bout “gonna stuff you up s’much”

Just imagining you reading your erotic book getting in the middle of a smut scene sitting in his bedroom all hard practically jumping his pillows squirming when you read the book, until he walks back in that is “damn, didn’t know you were such a slut…” he’d lean against the doorframe mocking you until it happens, him ending up on top of you with you bent over in his bed while he makes you read page after page of smut, if you stop reading he stops thrusting leaving you on edge with a gruelingly slow pace.

Just imagining you laying on your back in a janitors closet after school hours while he eats your ass out messily drooling sucking on your s/c bud gripping the gloves of your asscheeks occasionally muttering out, “was that how they did it in your slutty little books” while his tongue delved deeper and deeper into your hole licking at your inner walls until they puff up with sensitivity just making you bite your bottom lip to keep quiet not wanting to be caught.

Just imagining you making it to a part of your book learning about a new act during sex, and ofcourse who’s better to try it on than your obsessed/very degrading man. You get a “huh??” Face out of him when you ask about fucking the gap between his muscular thighs but you don’t get denied?….here you were behind him groaning and heaving with your cock leaking precum all down his thighs, one hand on his hip the other on his cock while you lay your chin on the back of his shoulder “just a little longer please~” you’d beg him trying to cum while he just degrades the hell out of you not admitting his enjoyment.

[marksbear2]

Omni man x male reader!! And could it please be nsfw headacanons? I love you so much and your one of my fav writers ever

Omni-man (Nolan Grayson) x Switch Male Reader

⚠️Warnings!— Both Reader and Nolan are switches, teasing, public sex kink, rough Sex, choking, quickie, face fuck, flying, and more!⚠️

— You’ll be the first ever man he’s been with. But he’s pretty arrogant so he thinks having sex with you would be the same as having sex with a woman, oh boy he was so wrong.

— One of the first things you taught him was how to give a blowjob. He lets you guide him through it as he held the end of your cock with his hand. As he went down further on your cock he kept eye contact not breaking for a second.

— After a few more tries of sucking you off he takes your cock to the base. He likes being in charge making sure you don’t thrust your hips or try to push his head away or down.

— He hates getting a facial, his face would be turned to the side with his eye close as your load painted his face.

— But whenever your face fucking him he’ll have his head tilt back letting you go relentlessly at him. Or even laying on his back and letting you fuck his throat that way. His tongue would be swirly and gulping around your cock. The only time he gags or chokes is when you cum in his throat without a warning. He’ll be quick to spit it out and pull away. But whenever you force him to swallow every last drop his gaze would be filled with lust and also annoyance.

— Sloppy kisses with you all the time during sex. His mouth would be latched onto your throat trailing up until he reached your ear or lips. Lapping his tongue around your face until it finds its way back in your mouth. Whenever you two are kissing he’ll be fucking you even harder.

— He last forever in bed, so usually you two are going at it for however long you can take it/handle it or stopping whenever he has to go do hero things. The last time you tried going as long as he last you ultimately tapped out since it was going on for hours position after position location to location.

— Very dominant and controlling in bed. He knows exactly what he wants and expects you to follow orders.

— But he loved getting put in his place. He’ll be pathetic moaning and grunting out your name. His breath would be shaking begging you to fuck him harder and faster.

— He’s into restraints and choking, one time he immediately came on accident when you suddenly started to choke him.

— You two having quickies often is normal since Nolan is always off handling business or training mark. When you two actually have time for sex and not just a quickie it could last hours as he has high stamina.

— Him having very sensitive nipples so you pinch and tease them while he’s fucking a fleshlight basically milking him. You two also share sex toys as well.

— He has a public sex kink, he’s too possessive to let anyone actually see you two doing it but sometimes when it’s night he’ll holding you over a city fucking you in the air while still in his hero suit. Or having you fuck him in a middle of an alleyway. Just having you take him anywhere and time arouses him.

— Very clingy when’s he’s bottoming. He’ll want you close as possible. Holding onto your back and shoulders while having his leg spread letting you have your way with his hole. He’d be mumbling all sorts of things under his breath while you fuck him.

— He also enjoys taking it from the back. Having you fuck him in the kitchen both of you in a rush as you could be walked in on any time. His head will be on the counter, his pants and boxers down to his ankles while you fuck him. His cum landing onto the bottom cabinet of the kitchen.

— Him riding you for hours, he’ll treat you as his own toy dildo. Even as your cock slips out of his hole from how much cum you have buried inside of him. He’ll arch his back reaching down to you and lower himself down on it.

— He has a habit of pinning your face against any surface when fucking you. It’s almost as a power play as he fucked his cock in and out of you. He also wants you to be very vocal. He couldn’t care if the neighbors or his son can’t get any peace and quiet because of you two. He wants to hear every sound of pleasure you make.

— A lot of “I’m sorry” sex between the two of you. Whenever you’re upset at him, whenever having sex he’ll be more tender and sweet to you. While in missionary he’ll press a kiss to you with every thrust wanting to coax you into forgiving him. And whenever that doesn’t work he’ll offer his hole to you. And if you accept the offer while you fuck him his fingers will comb through your hair whispering sweet nothings and words of affirmation.

— Really into overstimulation. Seeing you get all needy and spent after cumming so many times it boost his ego. He’ll let out a chuckle as he listen to your whiny protest about no more as he sinks down onto your cock milking your cum with his hole or mouth.

— He will have your head in between his flexing biceps as he thrust very roughly inside of you. He also likes giving and receiving dirty talk.

— You two having sex while he’s still in his hero suit. He could just arrived home and already wanting to pounce on you like a dog.

— When he’s needy like that, he doesn’t even care about getting undressed and wants you to take him right there and then. When your fucking him he asks (command) you to pull his cape to force his body to go down on your cock.

— Has a weird interest in seeing you just jerk off or finger yourself. He actually becomes feral if you’re jerking off to a video of him or to anything he owns. And joins right next to you.

— He sometimes randomly gets on top of you and make you pull your shirt off to give himself a boo job with your pecs, or randomly touches your face with his cock until you open your mouth and suck him off.

— Very possessive. He has subtitle ways of marking his claim on you like by leaving marks on your neck and any exposed area. He also cums on your face a lot. He’d paint you with his cum while also mumbling compliments under his breath watching you clean off his cock with his tongue.

— You two definitely broke the bed multiple times. It’s mostly whenever Nolan’s on top and he’s accidentally going to fast and rough without realizing it. And when you two stop and stare at each other for a moment, he will quickly snap his hips back to fucking you ignoring your protest to stop.

— One of his favorite intimate positions is cuddling while fucking.

— Listening to your soft grunts and words of praise in his ear turns him extremely on. His body will be arch into yours giving you easy access. He wants every inch of you beared inside of him, and even asks for more whenever your balls deep showing how needy he is.

— Especially after a long day, having you spoon him from behind while also driving your cock in and out of him. Even when he knows he’s seconds from falling asleep he allows you to keep going.

— Breeding kink.

THE END

[6azia]

Guys just imagine being the barrack bunny for TF141. Every one would have another way with you, so it is a very exciting stay with them.

Price is a more relaxed one. He would be sitting in his office chair and looking up at you with a soft smile while patting his lap. You have been called often enough into his office that you know to get to work. He would blow a puff of smoke and joke, "Come here lad, I won't bite as long you don't ask me". It's always the same with Price, his mere presence makes you flustered as you position yourself between his desk and him, looking at his soft eyes. He lets you always take your time as you stroke his already hard dick with your finger tips. His hungry eyes would be focused on you taking the lower part of your uniform finally off. He would help you free his cock with a groan as he threw his head back enjoying his cigar after all this work. You put some lube on him and promptly moved down, letting his length be hugged by your warm insides. You stayed straddled on his lap and after some time he went back to his work while rolling his occasionally every time you tighten around him as a response. Sometimes he would give you his cigar as you two enjoyed your fleeting peace in each other's embarrassment.

Soap is quite wild sometimes. With you around he easily gets turned on but it’s most commonly while sparring against you. The two of you would be rolling around with you having your legs around his neck. The sensation of Soap's face against your crotch and extra blood pumping through your veins makes your member turn hard and Soap is getting a new purpose in the middle of your sparring session. With this new purpose he gathered his energy to get you on your back while pinning your hands. His teeth found your zipper and with one swift motion Soap was face to face with your clothed dick. Your legs loosened around him and he gave you a kiss on your already drooling tip, sending waves of pleasure down your spine. He let go of your hand as you let him go from your grip. You hastily set yourself free and already started to stroke feverishly. “Slow down mate, take your time” Soap would joke as he got rid of his bottom as fast as possible. A whine could be heard from you which quickly turned into whorish moans as Soap straddled you and sank down. The energy from the spar lets you flip the two of you so you can realise the rest of your pent up energy into him. His back is arching and one and buried deep into your hair while pulling you down to exchange hungry kisses so you could both be more quiet.  

Ghost is the most reserved one of the group. When it happens that he wants this he always asks you to go to his room at night. There it’s mostly you two laying tangled  together naked under a blanket in the dark. His hips slowly roll into you and out. His light groans are muffled by his face being buried deeply into your neck. “I love ya so much” he would breathe onto your skin every so often while one hand works on your dick and the other one cupped one of your pecs, teasing one of your erect nipples. Nights with him alway feel so much more intimate, knowing no one will ever come in and knowing that he probably means these words always gives you butterflies thinking about them but the both of you knew that such interaction only happens in the darkest of desperate nights. Ghost hunger for touch sometimes saddens you but you enjoyed giving every bit you could offer to him on these occasions. His kisses always feel a bit hesitant at the beginning but after warming up to you a bit it always feels heavenly for him and he maybe won’t say it outside of the safety of his room but he really appreciates having you in his team.

Gaz is more impulsive. For example, while you two are examining a tank you are leaning on a tank tread. He would be looking at you every so often, mesmerized by your curves and seemingly innocent look even though he knew what you were capable of off on the field. “What ya working on?” He would come behind you and look over your shoulder. Knowing what will come next you arched slightly to him, making him hold your hips so you know who is more in control in this situation. Chucking at that you responded by checking things out. “Wanna check something else?” He whispered into your ear with a roll of his hips, making the two of you moan slightly. He knew you hadn’t a problem with doing it out in the open so he buckled down your pants and saw you already prepared with a shining plug snugly in you. “Didn’t think you were so desperate” he would tease you while pulling it out with a light plop. Seeing it wink at him made Gaz get into his knees kissing your thighs and slowly going up till reaching your hole. He would be teasing and jerk you off with one hand, making you particularly ride his face and fucking yourself in his fist. This was all he wanted from you so you let him pleasure you and after some time you heard a moan from under you and Gaz came apparently untouched, making you arch more into him and paint the tire white. Then he clothed you again and went on as if nothing happened.

[dorkszn]

“quit squirmin’, will ya?” mickey rasps in your ear. you swallow harshly as you grip the fabric of his sweatpants.

“you guys are attacking me,” you scoff, mickey’s lips press against the skin of your throat again. bite marks and bright red bruises litter across your skin.

“god, you’re so dramatic.” your red-head boyfriend sighs from the end of your bed. ian kisses against your abdomen, softly sucking more hickies into your skin while his fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts.

“am not.” you glare down at him.

“are too.” mickey grumbles, softly digging his fingertips into your skin. you slightly squirm at the touch, a sigh leaving you.

“i am no—“

“god, you talk so much.” ian interrupts, bringing his lips to yours. he pulls your words from your throat and into to him, leaving you with nothing but gentle breathes and whines.

meanwhile, mickey’s hands slide into your pants, playing with the fabric of your boxers that were growing tighter by the minute.

suddenly, the sound of your phone ringing broke you and ian apart. “shit— sorry, one second.”

they don’t let you leave their trap so you just reach out and grab the phone. you flip the top part up and bring it to your ear. “hello?” you greet. your mother’s voice responds to you through the speaker.

“yeah, you know I’ll be there.” you reply as she talks. you feel mickey begin nipping at your neck and ian takes the waistband of your pajamas pants into his grip. a choked noise leaves you.

“sorry, I’m just… a little busy right now.” you speak out, your free hand reaching up to hold mickey’s hair to carefully push him off of you. but he doesn’t budge.

“yeah, ok, see you then, yeah, love you too, bye.” you say, quickly hanging up the phone.

“who was that?” the ginger questions, kissing your jawline.

“my mom, you assholes.” you scoff. ian pulls down your pants to completely reveal your underwear and growing erection.

“aww,” mickey hums and you can see his smug grin out the corner of your eye.

“shut the fuck up, milkovich,” ian snickers from his spot. “you too, gallagher.” you look over to him.

a smirk covers ian’s face. “why don’t you makes us, fisher?”

[vinnyvamppp]

Vinny, if you’re totally okay with it, can I pleaaase please request a smutty male reader x Dick Grayson (training together quickly escalates)? I thought Mark Grayson x male readers were hard to find, but oh my gosh, Dick Grayson ones are practically desolate (from what I could see. Honestly, I think I’ve only ever found two 😭). I’m extremely new to DC, so I’m hoping to contribute once I’m fairly acquainted with the media. 😤

Sorry for going off topic a bit. OTL If you’re okay with this request, I’d be thankful!

The Gloves Come Off

A/N: Don't apologize, feel free to let me know of your contribution later on! I'd love to support-- and this request is amazing. I WAS LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. Also, can you guys tell I was trying to show off my MMA knowledge? I’m so fucking corny, ignore me. (Fun Fact: I've trained in MMA since middle school and competed as a middleweight!)

Synopsis: Training with Dick Grayson was always intense, but when a spar spirals into something messier — something needy, and unforgiving, you learn just how well Nightwing reads a body under pressure. In the end, it’s not just your bodies on the line. It’s the way you come undone for each other — breathless and craving more.

Warnings: Mutual Masturbation, Sparring Tension, Switchy Power Dynamics (Reader's behalf), Desperation, Flirty Dialogue, Hands-on-Hands-On-Cocks Action, Overstimulation, My Attempt At Being In Character, "I'm fine" While Falling Apart, Non-Penetrative Smut, Anatomical Descriptions, etc.

Dick Grayson x Male!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

“You’re holding back,” Dick muttered, circling you again, shirt stuck to his chest with sweat, knuckles still taped. You scoffed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “So are you.” His smirk was sharp, tongue jutting out to wet his lips. “Yeah, but I’m prettier when I do it.”

He lunged forward, and this time you met him full force — fists clashing, boots scraping over the mat, sweat flying in the dampening air. It wasn’t even a real fight anymore, just blanketed tension. The kind that had been brewing since day one, coiled tight behind too-long glances and shared showers and those goddamn grins he gave you when you were too tired to throw another punch.

You barely get your forearms up in time to shield your face, a fast streak of blue and black filling your vision. Impact rocks through your frame as he crashes into you chest-first, arms locking around your waist. Instinct takes over as your legs snap up, hooking around his hips, thighs squeezing just above his belt — and suddenly you’ve got him. Trapped and breathing hard above you, the mat under your back was warm, still echoing with the scuffle of your last failed counter.

“Dirty trick,” he grunts, trying to shake you loose. “Effective,” you pant, fingers digging into his shoulders. He grunts— no, actually growls— and shifts. Posts his forearm beside your head, stacks his weight forward, and twists. Just like that, he slips free. That goddamn acrobat.

You barely hit your feet before the next combo’s coming: jab, cross, hook. You block the first two and shoulder-roll the third, but he’s already circling, pushing you back with tight footwork that leaves you nowhere to go. His glove brushes your jaw on the next pass. You snap out a low kick, hard and fast for most, but he catches it, spins, and sweeps your standing leg clean out from under you. The mat slams into your back, knocking the wind out of you again.

“Still think you’ve got me?” He huffs, kneeling beside your ribs, one knee brushing your side as he pins you there. His hair's plastered to his forehead, breath ragged, but smiling.

You grin up at him, flushed and winded. “Getting warmer.” He chuckled to himself, a huff of air leaving his nose. “I win again,” he said, voice smug but husky from the chase. There was a flush on his neck that had nothing to do with exercise.

Now he was above you, straddling your hips with a crooked grin and no plans to move. Even when your thighs shifted beneath him and your sweat-soaked into his undersuit. Despite his position, in combat and in bed, you were caged—and within his clutches willfully.

You could’ve pushed him off; you should've, but instead, you said, “Only because you cheat.” Dick’s brows lifted; his smirk flickered. “What, by being hot?” You blinked up at him. “...That’s not what I said.” He clicked his tongue, head tilting at your words. “That’s what you meant.”

His smile curled — a lazy, wolfish thing — and for a second neither of you moved. The sweat beaded at your temple. His groin pressed between your legs and God help you, you twitched under him. In that instant you could feel your soul clawing from your body—you sucked in a breath as if to keep it in.

Dick felt it, and his gaze dropped, but when it rose again, it was darker. His blue eyes catch yours, swimming with your reflection like he’s trying to memorize every line of you. His lashes lower just slightly — not shy, but weighted, like seduction worn soft and natural. His gaze trails over you slow as honey, warm and dragging, and when it lingers at your lips, his Adam’s apple gives the faintest, betraying bob.

“You hard?” he asked, just like that. You swallowed thickly. “You tell me.” He looked straight down and fuck — he grinned.

The gloves came off in seconds. There wasn’t a big decision, nor a careful lead-in or dramatic kiss. Just the sharp pull of elastic, the hot throb of your cock springing free, and the echo of breathless silence when he pulled his out to match you. He leaned in close enough for his breath to brush your lips, for your sweat to mix. His voice dropped an octave, holding a slight rasp now as he grunted.

Dick’s cock is heavy against your groin — flushed a deep pink, shaft thick, veined, and warm. It's the kind that stretches your palm when you wrap your hand around it. Not freakishly big—no, it’s worse: it’s perfect. Thick enough to make you gasp, long enough to have you hooked. And a happy trail, neat, clean, like the rest of him, but still masculine enough you could drown in it. God gave him acrobat's thighs and then got freaky with symmetry. This was so unfair.

You both stared in silence for a while, you, more or less marveling at the absolute trunk before you. And then— without warning— he spat into his hand, wrapped it around himself, and started jerking slowly. “Jesus,” you hissed, causing him to chuckle. “Been thinking about this for weeks,” he muttered, pumping lazy strokes from base to tip. “How you sound when you’re close. How you’d look touching yourself for me.”

You were already leaking. You wrapped your hand around your shaft and mirrored his rhythm, hips twitching upwards instinctively. “Yeah?” you said, voice rough like sandpaper. “What else?” Dick licked his lips, his gaze locked on your cock, your tensing abs, and the heat in your eyes. “Bet you edge yourself,” he said. “Hold it right at the brink. Fuck your hand like it’s not enough. ‘Cause it’s not. Not really.”

You groaned, thighs spreading wider. His eyes dipped lower. “You get this loud?” he asked, breath catching. “When you’re alone?”

“Louder,” you admitted. “When I think about you.” He moaned. Just short and guttural—like it was punched out of him.

He was watching you like it hurt—like every twitch of your wrist, every small sound you made, went straight to his spine. “God, you’re so hot,” he rasped. “Look at us.” You did. You flicked your eyes down to the slick, flushed length of him—the way it jumped in his hand, the way his abs clenched every time you moaned. “Bet if I just—” He reached over, wrapped his free hand around yours, and tightened your grip. It was firm but not painful, giving you just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl and your balls tighten.

You nearly choked on it. “That’s how I’d do it,” he whispered, close enough to feel his breath. “If I had you under me.” His forehead hit yours. “Fucking ruin you.” He strokes himself slowly, showing you that he wants you to see exactly what’s yours. Every inch, every pulse. His hips meet each pump like it's not enough like he's been holding back for hours. "One little squeeze and you go all soft for me, huh? Knew you’d love this." He chuckled, that deep, rich sound that rattled your chest.

Keeping the pressure, you matched him, soft groans responding to one another as your legs stiffened beneath him. Your eyes followed his hand as if in a trance, following its every move. Your thumb circled the sensitive tip of your cock, spreading the pre-cum that had been leaking steadily. You gasped, eyelids twitching as your jaw ticked. The rough calluses of your palm scratched down the vein running the underside of your dick. It was uncontrollable—a sound between a groan and whine—scratched your vocals.

He tore it out of you, a raw gasp against his throat, coming, striping your stomach in white, hot spurts as your back arched and your hand went limp. You barely had time to breathe. Your release hit like a wave, rippling through you in hot, messy pulses, your hand slipping slack over your cock as your head tipped back and your hips jerked involuntarily. His pupils were blown wide as he watched you, utter satisfaction etched into his face, his grin twitching slightly, and his brows furrowed with restraint. You were done. Or you thought you were.

Until you felt him again — hands sliding over yours, warm, and his gaze relentless. You jolted, hand flexing before cupping your face, unable to control your limbs tensing in time with each shudder, your back bowed off the mat. "Dick—fuck—" He gripped both your spent cocks together—still twitching with the aftershocks of orgasm—and wrapped his hands over them tight, slick with both your cum and his pre, and started stroking again. Not gentle, just steady and intentional, trying to milk you for everything you had.

"C'mon," he rasped, breath hot against your jaw, hips barely moving as he pressed tighter to you. "You think I’m done with you already?" Your spine arched further with each stroke. Every nerve lit up again— raw, tender, and desperate. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice wrecked but still so fucking in control. “All that pretty moaning just to give up halfway? You're not tapping out yet, are you?” You can feel the heat of his body radiating off him as he looms over you, his chest pressed against yours. His breath comes out in ragged puffs, tickling your cheek as he watches your face intently. Every twitch, every moan, every flutter of your eyelashes seems to delight him.

Your whole body trembled, head burying into his flesh. The overstimulation was blistering—every pass of his palm over your now-sensitive head made your thighs twitch and made you whimper into his throat like you hated it and needed it all at once. His free hand skates down your side, over your hip, to grip your thigh and hitch it higher, a glute bridge. The new angle allows him to thrust against you with each stroke, his thick cock sliding against yours in a delicious friction that has you seeing stars.

His hands slid faster. The thick drag of slick foreskin against yours, both your cocks pressed together— his shaft twitching each time your breath hitched. "You feel that?" he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "That’s you. Getting hard again, even though you’re already wrung out. So greedy.” You gritted your teeth. "I—I can’t—" Your head shook vehemently, eyes losing focus, but you didn't want him to stop. Ever.

His thumb swirled the leaking head of your cock—wet, tender, throbbing—and you cried out, hips trying to pull back, but he chased you, matched every buck, every jolt like it only fed him more. You couldn’t run; you didn't want to, yet your body fought with every spark short-circuiting your brain. “I can feel you pulsing —you’re close again, aren’t you? Didn’t even last a minute.”

It was sudden. Your grip tightens under his thighs, fingers curling around the weight of his sack with slow, deliberate pressure, soft enough to tease, firm enough to make him flinch. Dick groans, hips twitching against your palm. “That’s a low blow,” he breathes, eyes glittering with the heat of a challenge.

“Revenge,” you mutter, cock twitching where he’s got you in a mirrored grip, his thumb rolling slow beneath your balls like he’s mapping every nerve. “You deserved worse.” His laugh breaks on a moan, head tipping back. “You’re evil.”

“Not yet,” you hiss, squeezing gently, just enough to make him buck. “But keep playing dumb and I’ll make you see stars.” He huffs, breathless, eyes narrowing as he returns the favor, coaxing a full-body shudder out of you, your feet slipping against rubber foam.

"Please," you gasped, desperate. His fingers tightened. "One more. You can give me one more. C’mon, baby. I know you can." He leaned down, lips brushing gently against your jaw and his back hunched. “F-Fuck—if you ask like that again, I’ll give you three.” You breathed. Sweat dripped down his chin, tickling your neck as it drizzled, his harsh gasps causing gooseflesh on your skin.

The obscene, wet, and haughty mix of cum caused wet squelches to cascade across walls, his wrist swiveling every so often around your tips as you practically melted beneath him. 1… 2… 3… 4… his rhythm switching every so often like a vibrator with multiple settings, reveling in every squirt that ruptured from your slit. The head of your cock bumps against his palm with each upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through your veins. Your body curved towards him as his feet dug into the mat to stabilize you both.

“That’s right. Let it build. Let it hurt a little. I want you to feel me tomorrow. I love how wrecked you sound.” You smirked between gasps at his words, “Good. Memorize it. I want that sound stuck in your head every time you jerk off alone.” He chuckled in response, teeth bared in a smile too shaky to be smug. His cock smears cum across your stomach as he grinds against you—the head dragging slick heat over your skin as his tongue trails over your Adam's apple. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls drawing up tight against your body. Your thighs start to tremble, your stomach clenching as you welcome your inevitable release. "Fuck—Dick, I'm going to—fuck, I'm gonna cum."

It was messy. Too fast. And absolutely perfect. His thumb finds your frenulum, rubbing tight circles around it as his strokes become erratic, chasing his own pleasure. You could feel his length throbbing against you, watching as it contracted in real-time. With a loud series of groans, his cock twitched as he cursed under his breath, jaw tight. His cum hit your stomach—warm and slick—but you barely flinched. Your eye simply twitched, vision whitening as your warm and sticky release joined him, your entire body shuddering and boneless as you stared blankly at the ceiling above.

His voice range from above moments later. “I could keep you like this all night. I’ll stop when your legs stop shaking. Deal?” “Deal. Do it. Unless all that stamina’s just for show.”

You might’ve jinxed yourself.

A/N: Dick really liked that dick, huh. (ALSO, I see why you requested this, I ran into AT LEAST six variations of this ask and all were fem reader. And… I’m def editing more into this, I just liked the request so much I pushed it out, sorry if it’s bad chat😭)

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[cursedfallingmoon]

Once upon a Dream || Yan GB Sleeping Beauty x GN Reader

Characters: Rory

Summary: A cursed prince with no social know how

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness

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Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who first met you when the King and Queen were celebrating his birth. A christening. You were very young, but you barely remember it in your current days. You do, however, remember the Dark Fairy Queen that had placed a curse onto this enchanting newborn as revenge against the King who had wronged her.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who ends up being kept away in a hidden cottage in the forest with the three good fairies as his protectors. All throughout his life, he grew up without knowing of his royal prestige. He found great comfort in the forest and the little critters within it. He did wander quite a lot when he had finished his chores.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who grows up beautifully and full of kindness for everyone and everything around him. He has an ethereal aura around him, and he handles everything with great care. It would make anyone who saw swoon. However, he has a lack of social interaction due to living deep in the woods and the only people around him are his caretakers.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who memorizes the forest from just exploring in his free time. He knows where the best berries, fruit, and wild vegetables are. Along with the best wild flowers grow. It was an average day when he found a scared, lost horse with a saddle on it. He approached the horse with a calm, steady hand in front of him. He placed the hand on the horse's face and tried his best to soothe it.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who follows the now calmed horse to a clear field of grass and wild flowers. There was also a clear view of the castle that was in the distance. His “aunties” had told him stories about the castle and the King. They also told him stories about the villages that surrounded the kingdom. He was so caught up in watching the castle, he didn't hear or notice the rustling behind him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes startled when he sees you running toward the horse. You looked soaked, and your clothes stuck to your skin in all the right places. He was flustered by not another human in the forest, but by the fact that you looked so enchanting. He remained silent as he watched you fuss over your horse. The care for your animal is very clear to him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is brought out of his trance when you walk up to him with your horse following you. You were so sweet when you thanked him for watching your horse as well as calming the horse down. You go on to explain you were bucked off your horse because they were spooked. Your voice when you spoke to him was so soft. His heart was fluttering. He wanted you to stay so he could hear your voice more and to befriend you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who finds himself missing you over the next few days. Even when he's asleep he has dreams of you, as if he has met you some time before. There was so much longing in his heart. This is so different for him. He was acting so much out of character that even his “aunties” took notice. Rory would go out for long hours and not come home till the sun had set. What was he doing? They were worried that the Dark Fairy Queen would find him, but they couldn't share their concerns with him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes so excited when he sees a familiar horse. He runs up to you, his face all aglow from excitement. He starts to gush about missing you. He doesn't know how to converse with another person, but he's trying. He's all blushy in front of you. He helps you off your horse with a gentle hand. Even touching you is awkward. He keeps a hold of your hand and drags you through the forest. He talks so much about his knowledge of the forest he's lived in all his life in hopes that you would be impressed.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who ends up ranting to you about his interests. He shares things he remembers from his childhood, funny stories that involved his “aunties”. He didn't know when or how to stop. He just spilled everything to you. But to his joy, you were listening with a smile. He wanted so badly for his “aunties” to meet you. However, whenever he seemed to bring up this enchanting stranger in conversations, they would show so much hesitance. It didn't matter anyway. He was happy to just spend time with you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who asks you a bunch of questions about the village and the castle of the kingdom. You tell him the stories of a prince that was cursed when you were younger. You don't remember the name of the prince, but you're glad to share it as best as you remember. You also tell him that you're not from this kingdom but a different one. You entertain him with stories about your kingdom and what it was like. He is so happy to listen.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes very upset when you disappear for a couple of months. He feels completely betrayed that he's left alone just to wait for you to come back. Well, hope for you to come back. His “aunties” share with him that you were most likely visiting from another kingdom. He cries and begs for you to come back. He was acting as if you died. Those were very long weeks for everyone within the cabin.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who has his animal friends of the forest help him feel better while you're away. This usually entailed dancing with Rory and listening to his fantasies about you. He also had an increase of dreams about you. They were usually the same thing. You would come find him and whisk him away to your kingdom where the two of you lived together and had a family of your own. He acted very much like a love sick fool. Sometimes the Dark Fairy Queen's crow would take notice when he was watching over the boy.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is so happy when you come back to him after a few more months of your absence. You apologizes profusely about leaving so suddenly without giving him a goodbye. Rory was so grateful that you cared about his feelings this much. He forgives you with a tight hug. What shocked him the most was that his "aunties" were right. You were just visiting. But what made his mind explode the most was that you were visiting the King and Queen. He hoped that the prince you had told him about didn't take you from him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who clings to you even more now that you're back. He gives you updates that he thought you would find important. Little things that happened in his daily life. He shared his overwhelming longing for you to come back and the dreams he had of you. It bothered him so much that you couldn't see him everyday. Like when you did when you were visiting. That's when his eyes lit up when an idea popped into his head.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who decides that he'll go with you the next time you leave to go home. He declares it out loud for all to hear within the forest. He doesn't give you any chance to argue. He runs immediately after his declaration to share his decision with his “aunties”. He skips to his secret cottage, not taking any notice of the pair of eyes with wings that follow him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes utterly distraught when his “aunties” deny him to let him leave. They were very adamant about not letting him leave with a stranger. They never met you and they couldn't take any chances. He becomes so upset that he runs out the cabin and declares that he would run away with you. He runs through the forest to try to find you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who finds you in a secluded lake alone. You looked just as enchanting as he did when you two first met. You were watching the ducks swim around. You must have tried to find him, but got lost along the way. However, his eyes scan over you and his face falls. You were surrounded by crows. There was one large crow that was much bigger than the rest perched on your shoulder.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who can't help but find the scene unsettling. When all the crows turn to look at him his back shivers. You follow the crows' gazes to see your blonde haired friend standing not too far away. He fights against the unnerving feeling and runs to you. The crows let out a deathly caw as they're scared away into the tree tops. He throws his arms around you, hugging you as tight as possible. He sobs against your chest.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who startles you with his change of moods. He was just so happy moments ago and ow he's this sobbing mess that has a deathly grip on your body. He was so cheery and was planning to leave with you, even if you didn't agree. He hiccups between his words as he tries his best to explain to you how his “aunties” don't want him to leave with you. However, he twists the story to make it seem like his “aunties” were the villains. This was all in hopes of you agreeing with him. You don't though, and he hates you for it.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who sees you leave the forest once more. He hates how you have to go partake in some royal's birthday when his is tomorrow. Why couldn't you have stayed for him? As he watches, his eyes never leave your figure. Tears well, and he slowly makes his way back to the cabin with his “aunties”. There they tell him that he's actually a prince. The fairies tell him of his true past and the curse that was placed upon him. The more he's told the more his trust breaks. By nighttime, he's in a carriage to the castle.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is embraced with open arms by his actual royal parents. He's pushed into his birthday party with such suddenness. Frazzled, he tries to go about interacting with others, but there are voices in the back of his head. Voices that lead him through the castle, ending up in a secluded room where one spinning wheel stands. He reaches for the spindle, pricking his finger on its sharpness. There his eternal slumber commences. When he is found by father, he shrieks and brings him back to his royal chambers. The three good fairies make everyone within the castle fall asleep alongside their prince before they rush out to go find you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is asleep all the while you fight for him. He's awake just from your touch on his hand. The amount of love he holds for you is immense. He doesn't care how long he was asleep. You're here, and you're the one who saved him. Everyone else has awoken, and they go through with the party in honor of the prince. Rory tells everyone there that you saved him. All the guests go about singing your praises.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is finally happy. Back at home with his actual family, and he can be with the love of his life without worry. The transition from being in a cottage to being a prince has been hard. He doesn't understand how the nobles interactions go, but he has you to help guide him. While looking for you, however, he saw you in the royal garden in an all too familiar scene. You with crows all around you, and one large crow perched on your forearm.

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Property of @cursedfallingmoon! Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

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YES FINALLY ANOTHER TOP MALE WRITER FOR INVINCIBLE, PLEASE FEED US, WE ARE VERY MUCH STARVING HERE 😭

YEAH!!! I'm starving out here trying to find a top ! male reader fic x invincible characters, I've seen a few but it's so little— I mean, bottom ! male reader fics are good enough but still...

Anyways, here's a small fic / hcs mixed together about mark and top ! male reader, pure fluff cos I'm not in the mood for anything just yet :3

To be yours, Is possible

tags: mark grayson , top!male reader , fluff x1 , sfw , fluff x2, bottom (?) mark , Top ! male reader is presented as a masculine guy with no feminine traits, multiple POVS because I'm indecisive, sorry!

AN: Mark Is portrayed as a boy who struggles to balance being a student and being Invincible! it's not entirely accurate to the comics or show, but hey, I tried my best!

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Mark was given a gift by the heavens, which was you— a man who understood his flaws and insecurities, despite him being 'Invincible' and a wonder-boy in the publics eyes, he was vastly different In private, a boy who had personal issues of his own, and his thoughts battling with one another.

He was unstable, most of the time to say the least— but you loved him either way, because; that's what boyfriends are for! you love him with your whole heart, you didn't love him just because he was invincible, you didn't love him just for fame or his powers— No, you loved him as a whole. You loved the way he melted Into your touch, the way he felt around you, it just felt— right.

Now, going back— You had your arms wrapped around him, like you were afraid he'd disappear the moment you let him go, you truly loved him so much, you could burst with how much love you had for him.

“I love you, so so much. Fuck— I wanna die like this.” You said, nuzzling into his hair; the two of you were laying on the couch in the living room, both of you in your own little worlds, with mark lazily on top of you, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck— you could feel his heart beating softly, and god— this was romantic, no; this was love right here.

“love you alot too, reader.” Was all he replied, his voice filled with exhaustion, his arms around your neck, him wearing your hoodie, with the soft hum of the fan, it all felt comforting. And after all— It was a lazy and slow day, with him taking a break from being Invincible, and It was your rest day too, being a part time tutor and a student to support both of you.

You always took care of mark, and along with that— your attentive care of his injuries whenever he returned back home from a fight, usually with broken fingers, deep cuts and broken bones; yes, he can recover easily, but the process was pain filled, and that's where you come in, always helping him through it, pain killers, cold and warm baths, and cuddling, his form of medicine.

...Now talking about your public life, with you and mark as students, you were stereotyped as a 'jock'; though you mainly correct them by saying you only do sports during your free time, not all the time of course. Football? you're good at it, soccer? somewhat good but not that good to be considered as a professional, while mark? he simply exist, he has good grades, attentive in studying, but he'd get lazy most of the time, which you have to force him to do homework when the due date is tomorrow, basically— a lazy puppy and a productive puppy.

Talking about what he loves about you, he drools over your body— and you as a whole. But the part he loves you the most? Definitely your biceps, you weren't that jacked— but somewhat that could be considered as mascular, you somehow discovered mark loved being crushed by your biceps, maybe due to the experimenting you two do, or maybe something else? either way, he loves being close to you, and physical touch was one of them— holding hands? yeah, his shoulder touching yours? most definitely, he wasn't touch starved, but he does love physical touch, as it means so much to him.

Your relationship with marks mother, Debbie? oh oh, you absolutely loved her energy! how she cooks, the way she brought you embarrassing pictures of mark, and little gossips here and there, you're basically apart of the family now, she welcomed you with open arms, she was definitely supportive with your relationship with mark.

Talking about how you found out he was Invincible... It was relatively easy, Mark can be forgetful sometimes— which meant you always did everything around the apartment you two shared, and you did discover his suit thrown away at some corner of his room, poorly hidden; though, you didn't immediately freaked out, you were suspicious whenever mark disappeared and Invincible was out there saving the city. But either way, you didn't care— he was yours and nothing could change it, he was invincible? hell yeah but he's still your pretty boy.

END

Ughh, this is the end! thank you to whoever is reading this :3 ill be answering questions slow because I'm very much busy and I'm still suffering from writer burnt out, but I'll get back on track

[bobbeshwar]

The day that we as fanfic writers understand that just because he is burly, mean/intimidating, doesn’t mean he is a gigadom; and just because he’s shy/soft spoken or has anxiety, doesn’t mean he is a sub, is the day we can elevate as a collective.

[st4ytiny]

Mirror sex with wooyoung? Him being really chatty and lowkey a brat as he teases the reader to look into the mirror?

I can't get that picture of wooyoung out of my damn mind.

Mentions of manhandling, bratty Wooyoung, Switch Wooyoung / swtich reader, teasing, cursing, hairpulling, choking, feral Wooyoung, bruising/marking, limit pushing, mirror sex, PWOP, tiny mention of his lip bleeding?

No gender or bodyparts specified either.

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Brat Wooyoung who pushes all your buttons and won't ever shut up unless you gag him. He's a fucking freak. No matter who you are, he will tease you by saying shit like "Oh (Name)? Can't you even dom me properly?" or "Do I really have to do it myself?". Except he does know that he cannot do it himself because last time that happened, he started sobbing halfway and begged you to do it instead. (That was probably the only time he ever gave up his bratty act without you doing anything)

Brat Wooyoung who loves it when you tell him to fuck you himself. This man growels. He is the biggest switch ever so he won't say no to a challange. Everytime he fucks you, it starts off with you on your back, usually in missionary. He LOVES manhandling, bending and stretching you into all kinds of positions. He has the audacity to act like a dom until you draw the line, wrapping a hand around his throat and he backs down immediately.

Brat Wooyoung who doesn't give one fuck about the curses and complaints falling from your lips. He knows you know your safeword and that you aren't afraid to use it.

Brat Wooyoung who has you on all fours then pressing your chest into the mattress. Fucking into you harder and pulling your hair, forcing your head up to make eye-contact with yourself in the mirror. He's biting his own lip so hard, it's almost bleeding before his eyes roll back into his skull. Lewd moans and words spilling from his mouth. He loosens his grip on your hair, focusing on your hips, making sure to reach all the delicious spots in you.

"Oh (Name)〜 Come on pretty, look into the mirror for me. Look how good you look all tangled up with me"

His annoyingly sexy voice whispers into your ear as his lips place open-mouthed kisses behind your ear. You curse while moans contionue falling from your lips. Wooyoung knows exactly how to tease and rile you up. It feels so good it almost hurts. He roughly pulls your hair back, making you have eye-contact with your reflection and you bite your lip in response. Your eyes dart up to Wooyoung's fucked out expression. His jaw is clenched, eyes dazy, brows furrowed and he has a hand gripping your hip so hard its about to bruise. Your eyes trail down the marks he has left on you.

Songs I listened to while writing

BTBT - B.I 〜 GIVEN-TAKEN - ENHYPEN 〜 DRUNK-DAZED - ENHYPEN 〜 CRIMINAL - TAEMIN 〜 LOVE KILLA - MONSTA X

[sleep-0-deprived]

Bottom Yandere slasher x final boy male reader head cannons~! ૮ ོ≧ ⩊ ≦ ོ𑁬

blowjobs, knife play, degrading, large bottom, small top ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You were out and about camping on a little trip with your friends when he first had seen you, staring and blinking over at you like a frog. Something inside his cold body came back to life like a zombie breathing air once again. He had to have you and he would have you no matter what he had to do or who he had to clear. Taking you in the middle of the night after dealing with your friends, he’d have you dragged back to his cabin and just stare at your sleeping form for hours.

He’d blink over at you blushing under his mask obsessing over your every muscle and your short frame, you woke up screaming shouting any sort of insult just trying to escape only to fail each time with him frowning and locking you back up in his bedroom. “I’m not your fucking pet you big idiot! You can’t keep me!” You’d shout at him angrily but he’d only tilt his head as though he didn’t understand what you were speaking to him but he did understand you were upset by the tone you were using.

The slasher would keep you for months, he’d feed you and cling to you leaving you never alone because he was by your side each and every hour of the day. His arms held you in a bone crushingly tight spooning position in bed leaving you conflicted on how you could fall for a man like him? Maybe you were in live or maybe it was all the stressful hormones combined with the built up Stockholm syndrome that had you all over him by the end of the second month.

The first time you had sex with him was during your most recent escape, you found his knife, you tried to attack him from behind but with his tall stature you failed only having him on top of you pinning you to the ground. not before you shoved the knife against him threatening him going feral in anger. The hard feeling beneath you is what brought your mind to a clearer thinking. He was hard, how could he possibly be hard in a situation like this? You just tried to kill him and make your escape “are you seriously fucking hard right now? You’re a horny gain arent’cha!” You’d mock him feeling a smile creeping on your face.

Not even thirty minutes later you’re completely stripped holding him up on top of you with your hand shakily holding the knife to his thigh only grunting when he lifts himself up and down on your cock “o-oh shit, wasn’t expecting this” the slasher is even more infatuated with you at this point, the size of your cock had him intimidated at first when he seen a proud seven and a half— eight inches when hard cock looking at him for the first time since this was his first sexual encounter, shockingly sex wasn’t common for a crazed serial killer.

After that moment on the kitchen floor of his cabin this man’s silent and cold demeanor shifts into more, you fucked him into being domestic, wanting to make you happy trying to get you to want to willingly stay with him even if it means he had to please you. His face in your balls with his knife thrown to the ground while he attempts to give you a blow job “c’mon you can take a little more right, you’re a big man so shove it a little down that throat” you couldn’t help but be cruel to him with your hand gripping the rubber backing of his mask and forcing his face down on your crotch reminding him that while he kidnapped you, he lacked all his control when you were in the mix.

When you finally come around to the slasher, you’re grueling with him in sex, your arms would wrap around his body jerking your hips harshly between his thighs fucking him like a manic and pulling his mask back making him groan feeling more exposed and vulnerable before you, “are all serial killers preening sluts?” You couldn’t help but just egg him, not when you felt his walls gripping you back every time you spoke them making you a mess burying your face into his chest heaving and moaning on top of him fucking him like you need it.

[redr0sewrites]

So bc u requested Adam and/or Lute stuff I'd like to request Adam x male!reader? Like literally anything that comes to your mind, idc if it's sfw or nsfw I just crave it °^° (also if you're not comfy with writing male reader that's totally cool too, in that case just ignore this)

I HAVW NO QUALMS AB WRITING MALE READER NONNIE DW!!!! ♥️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, male!reader, overall adam's usual shenanigans

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

you can NOT look me in the eyes and tell me adam does not have some form of internalized homophobia, and the minute he starts catching feelings for you i genuinely think he'd have a mini crisis

because of his major fuckboy personality he has a LOT of experience with flirting with women, but literally no experience with flirting with men

adam is still pretty confident however, and would probably approach you first.

i think he'd have to be friends with you to catch feelings for you in the first place, so he's probably around you pretty often

adam is very subconsciously flirty with you, but in a much more genuine way without his usual bravado. he doesn't even realize how soft he acts around you, but others can tell by the way his eyes always follow you and how he seems to orbit around you, or the way he'll purposefully stand as close as possible when he's talking to you. theres also the fact that he's literally always touching you, whether it be an arm around your shoulders or a hand resting on your back, he just needs to be close to you. you attract him like a moth to a flame, even when he's in a crowded room all adam is focused on is getting your attention. even his casual hookups stop as he literally focuses all his time on winning you over, even he doesn't realize how much he likes you (everyone else can tell. theres a betting pool in heaven on when you both will get together and who will confess first, etc)

adam definitely acts like a BUFFOON around you, deep down he doesn't think someone like you would want to be with him and overcompensates by bragging constantly about all the woman he's liked in a slightly pathetic attempt to flirt with you and literally CONSTANTLY trying to get your attention. think of his usual flaunting attitude and then turn up the dial by 100%. he wants to be on your mind 24/7 the same way your on his mind all the time

meanwhile ur lowkey heartbroken, bc you think adam is straight and yet you can't get rid of your stupid ass crush on his stupid face!!!! it's honestly especially irritating because he'll flirt with you and call you so many petnames and nicknames and will always be touching you, so you think you have a chance, then all of a sudden he's talking about some girl he banged and you just feel a bit led on

its very amusing for lute to watch the both of you dance around eachother and your feelings, when you both so clearly like eachother but are too scared to do anything about it

honestly i think you'd both end up confessing to eachother in the middle of an argument, maybe your pissed at adam for bragging about the "super hot girl he banged last night" (she isn't real and he spent the entire night thinking about you) and he's pissed off that your getting mad at him instead of being impressed or falling in love with him

definitely one of those dramatic "because i LOVE you, okay?!" confessions i am cringe but i am free and adam just kinda stares at you for a hot minute

adam would literally be like "wait... YOU like ME???? i thought you HATED me????? IM the one who likes YOU!" in usual adam fashion, and you would literally be like -_-"YOU LIKED ME THIS WHOLE TIME??? WHY DIDNT U SAY ANYTHING????" his dumbass would literally be like "I WAS TRYING TO??????" and all of this useless dialogue would literally just end in the two of you admitting your true feelings (much to lute's amusement who was recording the entire thing bc she NEEDS to win that bet)

once you both are officially together? prepare for adam to be the clingiest mf alive (in a cute way tho). he waited so long to be with you and literally became solely devoted to you for a WHILE before winning you over and it's probably been a hot minute since he's genuinely dated someone. sure, he's had hookups, but real, soulful relationships aren't common with him.

adam is ridiculously loyal to you, definitely one of those people who will be like "i have a bf 🙄" when someone random texts them, even if that person wasn't even interested in them romantically

LOVESSS flaunting you!! adam will bring you to every event he attends, he loves bragging about you and showing you off to all of heaven

if anyone ever gave you any shit about your relationship adam would literally drop kick them, he's very defensive about your guys' relationship and wants everyone to know that he loves you.

adam doesn't know shit about labels or sexuality so you probably have to teach him some things, i honestly think he'd be pansexual or just queer/unlabeled (i am totallyyy nooot projecting)

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adam has been alive a long time and thought he tried everything sex related under the sun, but being with a guy opened a whole new world of possibilities

adam had explored with anal a bit before, but never with a partner. only in the late hours of the night when jerking off just wasn't enough, and he found himself with a strange temptation, his hands creeping lower and lower until he finally began to thrust his fingers in and out of his aching hole, tears welling in his eyes from a mix of humiliation and pure pleasure. yet, when he admitted to having tried fingering himself before, he also admitted something else- he had never managed to make himself cum, and had always gotten too embarrassed to push himself over the edge

he is a switch FIGHT ME. the first time your both intimate, adam absolutely talks so much shit about topping yet starts whining the second he begins fucking your tight cavern. this leads to you taking control and fucking him senseless, and adam is shocked at how much he enjoys it

he takes dick like a champ, he's a bratty sub at first but once you praise or degrade him, he's melting like putty in your hands

adam is sooo loud, he's a shameless moaner and everyone within a mile radius can hear his screams

you have to teach him how to give head, and he is surprisingly a very fast learner. adam lowkey gets off on how humbling it is to be below you, and he's also the type to get off on his partner's pleasure.

adam definitely has some sort of breeding kink, and when he's fucked dumb and so, so needy, he'll beg you to cum inside, whining about fucking a baby into him and babbling pure nonsense

even though it is quite literally impossible for either of you to get pregnant, he loves that kind of dirty talk. adam will pretend to be embarrassed about it but the thought of you breeding him or him breeding you is genuinely such a turn on for him

yall literally never use a condom im sorry 💀

adam would enjoy topping as well, i def think he enjoys fucking you and he loves fucking you senseless with pleasure

the first time he tops adam goes slow, he wants to learn more than anything and becomes incredibly skilled at reaching that sweet spot inside of you

adam is the first man, the original dick, and he definitely knows how to use it. he's such a fast learner when it comes to sex-related things, and memorizes everything about you and your body. he wants to know what makes you tick, and everything that pleases you or turns you on

adam is a pretty big guy and he can easily maneuver you into any position you want, he really likes hitting it from the back and loves fucking you from behind. he'd definitely pull your hair, forcing your head back so he could whisper absolute filth in your ear

i really really enjoyed writing this urgrhrgregregeh i love me some adam- im an afab person but im genderqueer/unlabeled and sometimes feel more masculine or more feminine, snd this was very fun to write bc i usually don't get requests for male reader or more masculine reader so yea i really really enjoyed this!!! also happy easter to anyone else who celebrates lmao i can't believe yall r getting smut from me on easter 💀

[cursedfallingmoon]

Part of Your World || Yan GB Little Mermaid x GN Reader

Characters: Adrien

Summary: A Merman who's just curious and wants to be yours

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness

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Yan GB Little Mermaid who is obviously the youngest merman prince of Atlantica amongst his six older brothers. He is the pride and joy of Queen Tritania, with his enchanting beauty and melodic singing voice. He would be titled the best singer in Sebastian's choir if he ever showed up to the practices and concerts. His aloof nature keeps him plenty distracted to ever participate in things that happen around the kingdom.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who collects trinkets from ship wrecks especially anything that was shiny. He absolutely adores the treasures left behind by the humans. His seagull friend tries to tell him what things are, but nothing the bird brain ever says is accurate. It doesn't matter to Adrien though. As long as something he's found has a name and an explanation for its use then he doesn't mind.

Yan GB Little Mermaid whose wonder for humans is endless like the sea's horizon. Even his secret treasure trove of abandoned human items could encompass this boundless curiosity he harbors. Even when his mother finds out about his surface visits, ending up with him being banned from ever doing such things in the future, he couldn't be stopped.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who finds you one night when you were on a ship with pirates who he assumed were your friends. His same seagull friend had pointed you out of the group. Seeing you dance around and the music being played was enchanting. Your smile was infectious and put him into a daydream like state. Maybe if he sang, you would be just as enchanted by him.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who finds himself getting caught up in a small fantasy of him impressing you with his voice that he's been praised for endlessly. The very voice that was the pride of the very Queen of the Sea. He is so stuck in his daydreaming that he doesn't notice or hear the loud splash of something entering the deep ocean.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who realizes that you're not on the ship anymore. He looks around frantically, wondering if you were just a hallucination he made up. But when he sees bubbles rising up to the top of the sea, he knows exactly where you are. His heart drops, and he frantically dives under the water to swim after you. He tries his best to bring you up to the surface as quick as possible so you don't drown. The whole night he's focused on you and swimming you back to the closest beach he knows. Which happens to be the beach of your kingdom. Your palace is sat on the seaside cliff off in the distance.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who admires your beauty as you're unconscious on the warm sand. His fish friend, Flounder, and Sebastian watch with great caution. His seagull friend, Scuttle, also joins as he tries to assess if you're still alive or not. Adrien watches you with amazement. He's always wanted to be close to a human. He's never seen one as beautiful as you, and he saved you. He's in love with you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who brings a gentle hand to brush back your wet locks. He opens his mouth and starts to sing sweetly. You blink slowly, and you think you see a man in front of you with vibrant red hair singing to you. As Adrien sees that you're waking up he hurries off back into the ocean, leaving you confused. As you arise, you look out at the large ocean in front of you. You were humming the tune that you had awoken too. In your mind, you thought the song was sung to you by angels. Little did you know the merman that saved you was all giddy that you were humming his song.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who becomes love struck and lovesick all at the same time. All he can think about is you. All his dreams involve you. He swims around everywhere with a half lidded dreamy look. His brothers immediately caught on to what was wrong with him. Adrien was always humming to himself with a dazed look. When Queen Tritania see's her youngest son acting like this she becomes worried. His brothers had to explain that Adrien was in love.

Yan GB Little Mermaid whose fish friend helps with Adrien's infatuation with you by finding things that you had drunkenly dropped over board when you were partying with your pirate friends. How did the two know that these objects were yours? Your initials, or last name, were carved into everything. It was mostly due to your boredom. He handles everything with care and has a special spot in his secret cavern for all your items.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who becomes even more absent from his duties and events than before. He's too busy swimming up to the beach in hopes of catching even just a glimpse of you. If you aren't there, he'd just rat to Flounder about things he wanted to do with you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid whose mother tries to use Sebastian as a babysitter for her youngest. Sebastian tries his best but Adrien avoids and evades the old crab way too well. It doesn't take Sebastian long to discover the merman's secret human treasure trove, however. Adrien catches the crab and has him swear to secrecy not to tell his mother.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who has a huge fight with his mother once she found out about his human obsession. She had thought she told him not to go to the surface anymore but of course Adrien didn't listen. Even when his brothers heard the fight going on they did nothing to intervene lest they face the wrath of Queen Tritania. Angry, Adrien swam out of the palace with his mind full of upset thoughts. Luckily, the Sea Witch's trusted pets saw and decided to “help” this poor unfortunate soul.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who is ignorant as he is led to the Sea Witch's liar. The eels promise him that the Sea Witch will make all his fantasies and dreams come true. Adrien is so excited, he doesn't realize that he's being followed by Flounder and Sebastian. Once Adrien is approached by the Sea Witch, he is offered quite a deal. A pair of human legs in exchange for his beloved voice. He is very quick to agree, he doesn't even take into consideration the consequences.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who is so happy and excited abuot the possibility of meeting you properly that he completely forgets that he doesn't have his gills anymore. Sebastian and Flounder are quick to help Adrien swim up to the surface so he can breath. He ends up washing up on the very beach he met you on. He sat on the sand, naked. Scuttle flies up, noticing the familair red head. The seagull helps give Adrien some advice and helps dress him in a torn sail.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who sees you running along the beach. He's so excited he practically runs to tackle you ina hug. You're startled by the sudden contact, but the familair red hair catches you offgaurd. Vague memories of the day you were saved from drowning resurface in your mind. You help him off the sandy ground and offer to take him to your castle, thinking he was a victim of a shipwreck nearby. He nods excitedly and takes your hand. Sebastian decides to go with Adrien by riding on his shoulder.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who is so grateful that you're being so kind to him. The maids give him a bath which is so fun. He didn't know humans could make artificial bubbles. He was also so flustered when the maids give him clothes you used to wear. He shows Sebastian with a huge smile on his face. At dinner, Adrien is quick to take a seat next to you and flaunts the clothes he's wearing to you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who clings to your arm as you try to eat. He's so fascinated by all the familiar items he had found in shipwrecks. He wonders if you'd be fascinated by his treasure trove. He reaches for his fork and starts to brush his hair with it like he had been taught by Scuttle before. He pauses when he hears your laughter. He felt so embarrassed that you were laughing at him. He was going to stop but much to his excitement you started to copy him. He's so happy. Please let him brush your hair, it's like a dream come true to him. He foes to bed so happy that he completely forgets the curse.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who spends the next day with you. He clings to you and tries to quell his jealousy when other people look at you or even try to talk to you. He chases them off with a glare, however. You take him to a secret river that had a wooden row boat. It was a private boat ride with just the two of you. You row him to a private cove hidden by the leaves of a huge willow tree. Here you learn his name from an unknown whisper in your ear. Then you slowly start to talk about things you liked. He so badly wants to respond. All he can do is nod. When the two of you are knocked over, you're quick to scoop him into your arm and carry him out of the cove.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who's all blushy when you two get back to the castle. You carry him to his room, dried him off with this fluffy thing called a towel, got him new clothes you commissioned just for him, and offered to stay with him for the night. He felt so special as you personally cared for him rather than sending the maids too. He fell even harder. You two ended up cuddling that night. He only had one more day to kiss you.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who tries his best on the final day to woo you and get you to kiss him. He needs you too so he can be with you forever. So he can be a human forever. He dresses all cute. Well he tries. He follows you around all day, clinging onto your arm and refusing to let go whenever you ask him too. It ends up working in his favor really well because you do end up giving him a small peck on his lips. You told him it was a reward for his help that day.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who becomes all flustered and lets out a verbal squeak which makes you startled. So he can talk? He's so happy that he got his voice back and can finally tell you EVERYTHING! He starts with how he saved you and that he was a merman that was cursed into being a human with a deal. He played into the damsel in distress bit hard!

Yan GB Little Mermaid who ends up staying with you after his huge confession. He's just a roommate now. He didn't quite understand the concept, and he desperately wanted to marry you right away, but you had a desire to build a meaningful relationship with him. It confused Adrien so much. It also had upset him. No matter how hard he tried to push, you were firm in your boundary. He reluctantly accepted your terms. He wanted to understand human customs and this was a good way in doing so. That's what he told himself.

Yan GB Little Mermaid who sees you with another man. He doesn't know why but this man is so familiar to him. And he's just as helpless as Adrien was when he first became human. He watched as your hands held the arms of this filthy stranger. It should be his arms that you're holding on too. That's when it hits him. He knows this man! He won't let this stupid Sea Witch ruin his promised happily ever after with you.

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[amurotoorudesu]

how to kiss someone

kudo shinichi x male reader

suggestive theme, kissing, bottom male reader, switch male reader, top shinichi kudo, switch shinichi kudo, curse, making out, reader is a fboy

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"w-what...?" the (e/c) eyed boy with glasses looked at his best friend with confused face.

"teach me how to kiss someone." said the black haired boy with dense look and flat tone.

(m/n) shook his head, positioning his glasses, wondering what demon possessed shinichi that he randomly asked this question.

or rather a request?

he didnt know either. (m/n) looked at shinichi again with frowned eyebrow.

"why do you want to learn that?" he can see the blue eyed boy's cheek slightly turning red and quickly averted his gaze to look at other things.

"do you... perhaps want to kiss ran?"

shinichi quickly turn his head around and look at (m/n) with blushed but annoyed face.

"i-i just... i dont want to disappoint my future lover!"

"by not be able to be a good kisser?"

"w-well... i-i mean... you definitely a good one, remembering you often kissed plenty of girls and guys."

and (m/n) nodded without hesitation.

"but are you seriously want to learn this so you could kiss ran?"

(m/n) observed the blue eyed boy's reaction and chuckle.

"pfft— as if you have the guts to kiss her"

"j-just shut up and teach me!" 

(m/n) rolled his eyes and told shinichi to get on his bed after talking on the side of the bed.

shinichi was getting nervous, because after they changed position, (m/n) keep on looking at his eyes and not his mouth, considering the (h/c) haired boy habits about looking at the others mouth and listening to them.

"okay, so first one, you seduce the person." 

(m/n) slowly lean into shinichi, putting his right hand onto shinichi's cheek, carresing it as he kept on getting closer.

"but since you can already seduce ran, maybe we can skip this part, yeah~?" the glasses boy grinning, making shinichi's face turned red and heart beating fast.

"second, you can tease the person by giving them little pecks"

before (m/n) lean and show shinichi how to do it, he pulled his glasses with one hand, letting the detective to see his rare face without glasses.

the detective was mesmerized, looking at the white pale skin and those tired eyes without the glasses, the slightly flushed face and those plump lips.

fuck... 

"loving what you see~?" 

realized he went spacing out while looking at (m/n) with lovestruck face, he just huffs and looked back at the glasses with challenging gaze.

"just teach me already"

(m/n) smirking and he lean onto shinichi, his lips met with shinichi, giving him little pecks and closing his eyes.

on the other hand, shinichi feels like hes slowly flying through the cloud nine, the feeling of (m/n)'s lips on his, and how the (e/c) eyed teased him by only give him short kisses making him eager.

he want to kiss (m/n) so much

"dont forget to close your eyes and breath through your nose"

(m/n) cut their kiss, panting while he get close to shinichi.

both of them didnt realize they were already so close, (m/n) sitting on shinichi's lap and their hand on eachother waist.

"third, once you and the person get comfortable, just make out, tongue and biting is really fun on this part"

they both lean onto each other, hitting those lips while (m/n) insert his tongue and shinichi give (m/n) small bite on his bottom lips.

sounds echoes through the room, they should be grateful because there was no one at (m/n)'s house because they're kinda being loud, whining and whimpering.

the makeout lasts for about two minutes, after they done, (m/n) put his head on shinichi's shoulder, hiding his red face on the crook of the detective's neck.

"that was fun" said the (h/c) haired boy.

"how's my performance?"

"good, you might need to have another practice though."

shinichi kissed the glasses boy on his pale neck, making (m/n) shiver.

and right when (m/n) was gonna get out of shinichi's lap, the black haired boy picked him up and threw him on the bed, caging (m/n) with his arm from running away.

now it's shinichi's turn to smirk, looking at (m/n) like the (e/c) eyed boy is his prey.

"you said i need more practice, right? mind if you're the test subject now~?"

and (m/n)? he looks at shinichi with kind of terrified but excited eyes.

i leave the rest of them to your mind.

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a/n : omg my first debut fanfic 😦😦 written in rush lmao, maybe the explanation wont be 100% true cz im a virgin both on the lips and ass, i accidentally fell asleep when i write this so forgive me, also english is not my first language

[discomxcabre]

nsfw alphabet - viktor

okay guys im doing the nsfw alphabet for my man

written with both afab and amab reader in mind, lab partner reader, trans vik, sub leaning switch vik, typical nsfw alphabet stuff

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

please, give him a cuddle and tell him he did good and he's beautiful. remember, he needs a lot of praise and reassuance. he makes sure you're okay too and that you pee afterwards. he would definitely praise you too !! (then fall asleep ofc)

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

it's a hard choice for him, because he doesn't like how he looks a lot, but his waist. grab him by it, maybe squeeze a bit and he's soaked. especially if you have big hands. he loves your thighs - sitting on your lap, holding them while giving you oral, humping them (especially when you're making out), stradling one of them as he fingers you or jerks you off and you feel how wet he is.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

yes, he swallows. likes creampies in theory but is afraid to get pregnant due to his weak health. likes to lick it off your fingers.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

sniffs your underwear, if you were wondering why you hear him whining when he's doing laundry. wants you to fuck him in front of jayce wants you to watch him degrade a councillor. likes being choked

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not a virgin, but not really experienced. might have had someone in zaun. has much more knowledge than experience.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

something that let's him see your face and isn't painful for him. when bottoming he'd prefer the classic missionary (especially if you're bigger than him and he feels how you cage him with your body) or the lotus position (best to kiss his collarbones). if he tops he'd have you riding his hexstrap as he holds you with his hands (lean down to kiss him and he melts), or him kneeling with his weaker leg supported by a pillow and you laying before him.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

quite goofy and sarcastic, especially when he has more energy and/or get's into a bratty mood.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he has a bush and no one will convinve me otherwise. he's quite hairy in general and got even more since going on testosterone

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

was super soft & a lil awkward during your first times (during these, he didn't want to take off his shirt and show his back brace. still does it if you find it hot when he has just two buttons undone and his collarbones peek through). slowly got more confident (with lots and lots of praise and reassurance). when domming he's either a soft dom or a massive tease. he's a bit insecure but very loving. when he's being subby he turns into a pillow princess and just wants to be taken care of. sometimes he's bratty.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

does it to relieve his stress, makes the prettiest noises during it, created a vibrator for himself. is able to be quiet, but sometimes whimpers your name (sometimes deliberately, when he knows you may hear him). secretly wants you to catch him while he's playing with himself and force him to continue as you watch.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

size kink (what else do you guys expect of me?). if you're big and strong, he likes to feel small under you (he developed that kink long into the relationship when he got more confident around you and was less afraid that you see him as weak and incompetent), (after this he started quite liking his small size in comparison to you). make him look up at you, compare your sizes, manhandle him and he's soaking wet. rail him against the wall. he also likes to dominate you and know how he's making you submit without using any strength (or knowing that you're only letting him dominate). praise kink, as above. omg please recognize this man's accomplishments. tell him how good he's taking your strap/cock or how well he's strapping you. oh, and just a suggestion - fuck him after he makes a scientific breakthrough while complimening his intellingence. dumbification. our smart boy sometimes needs to have his brain turned off to optimize itself. body worship. as we know vik isn't confident about his body. so please kiss his every mole and tell him how beautiful every part of his body is. choking/ painplay (but please be careful with him, since he's quite fragile). likes being choked or slapped around, since it makes him feel helpless and not as breakable at the same time.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

doesn't mind doing it in bed, especially when he's low on spoons or in pain. but would defintely like you to eat him out as he's sitting on his shower bench. or having you fuck him in his lab when his body let's him - either one of you being the other's under desk support, being pounded on the desk, cockwarming/strapwarming you as he sits on your lap while he's working.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

bantering with you, especially if you're doing it while working with him in the lab. grabbing his waist, slipping your hand between his thighs or generally grabbing him. having pointed out how small he is. and of course, praise. call him a good boy, or pretty and he short circuits.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

despite the councillor thing, he'd neither like to be degraded or degrade you. he feels bad enough about himself already. as much as he likes to handcuff you, and as much as i handcuff him in my writing, he wouldn't be into receiving it. when you first suggested it, he responded with something sarcastic about his leg. being a sub top/ a service sub. much prefers princess treatment.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's quite skilled in both eating pussy and sucking cock. his moves are precise and he likes to mantain eye contact with you when doing it. prefers giving. and he sucks strap

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's slow, due to his limited mobility. prefers you being either very soft with him too, or being rough, depending on his mood and energy level.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

prefers being fucked properly and having a long session with cudding afterwards. but you two do it in the lab when jayce is not present

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

the lab doesn't have to be locked. that's the word. shocks you a lot with the things he wants you to do to him, and you most of the time give in. when you two are experimenting or trying something new, he first has to make sure it's safe for the both of you, won't damage his health and yours if you also have some disability.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

since he's quite physically weak, he won't last a lot of time on top of you, which usually turns into you riding him. but when he bottoms, he would come a dozen times, but start crying during the second, and when you ask him if you should stop, he would shake his head and ask to continute.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

100% builds toys himself for the two of you. (like the hexstrap). if you also have a pussy you two definitely have heavy makeouts, naked, with his vibrators inside the two of you, until the bedsheets have to be changed. if you have a dick and especially if you struggle with erection, he would build you a cock ring.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

as i wrote here: vik is definitely the type to provoke and tease you until he gets what he wants. he would pretend to mistake your lap for a chair or lean on you and make cute faces, maybe unbutton a part of his shirt, "accidentally" exposing his collarbones, waiting until you snap and pin him to the wall. then he would smirk, and you would kiss his neck, making him whine for more, waiting until he gets your cock/strap. he would do as above or tell you dirty shit as soon as jayce leaves the lab. and as soon as you blush, he would walk away with a satisfied smirk. and you would know you can't fuck him because he would soon come back. unless...

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

is quiet at first, but when you finally let a sound out of him, he's the whiniest man ever. prettiest moans you'd ever hear, and he's moaning at the littlest touch. when he's coming, he curses in czech. sometimes tells you about his research when you two are at it and he cries ofc

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he built the strap for the two of you himself, as above has a mole on his pussy (yes, when you kiss his every mole, this one is included).

smokes during fucking

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

pussy color is probably as pale as his skin. clit is more red. his labia is definitely a bit wrinkly also our beloved hexstrap

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

since he's a workaholic, he doesn't have time and energy for fucking as much as he'd like to. but he's so needy you two sometimes do it in the lab and if you don't he gets sooo needy when you two finally get in bed.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as soon as he can, he falls asleep. you have to wake him up and remind him to pee afterwards, but he's such a pretty sleeper your heart breaks when you do it. sometimes you ask to fuck him just so he would finally sleep

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Do yall fw male reader whos a werewolf and mark absolutely loving his big fluffy and monstrous boyfriend.. Idk but I love the concept of werewolves so much, I could just rant about mark loving the way he could use reader as a portable bed and a pillow

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Band Nerd! Elf BF x Vocalist! Chubby Reader Part 1

Synopsis: It’s your sophomore year of college, and becoming a bard was much more involved than you originally thought. Learning how to utilize the magic you were born with, alongside growing as a musician, frequently kept you busy. You’ve been given an assignment to re-arrange a piece of music, but with some odd requirements; It can’t be two of the same instrument, one part must be performed by yourself, and your duet partner can’t be someone in your class. Being a vocalist, you quickly realize you don’t actually know a lot of instrumentalists, and need to find a duet partner quickly. When you see a familiar elf from your literature class in the music building, you get an idea. 

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, college au, music major au, switch/vers reader, switch/vers love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, bard reader, nerd love interest, smut with plot, first time, inexperienced love interest.

WC: 4.3k

I wrote this alternative series for my OC Taleisin while my blog was taken down. I don't know if I'll continue it, but I had a lot of fun with it and still wanted to post it! You can read his original series here. If people like this I'll continue this as I have some ideas to tie different things together, but I'll still keep writing his original series too o7

‘Why the fuck did I do this?’

10:00 AM didn’t seem that early when you first scheduled for classes. Yet between last night’s choir rehearsal ending thirty minutes late, along with trying to find ideas for your arranging project, you were exhausted. 

Some may have been overwhelmed going to such a large school; your required literature class had at least one-hundred students filling the bustling lecture hall. With this many people, it was easy to blend in, and that meant it was easy to fall asleep unnoticed.

‘This is the last time’, you thought. With all the rehearsals and projects, you knew you were lying to yourself. Still, that didn’t stop you from resting your head on the table and drifting off to sleep. You woke up to find class was over, people awkwardly shifting past you as you stirred in your seat. You lifted your head, only to see a sheet of notebook paper next to you. You looked it over, the page filled with notes on today’s lecture. In the margin was a note, right next to what looked to be a doodle of a cat.  

‘I hope you’re able to get more rest! Hope this helps :D’

You looked around, trying to see if whoever left behind the notes was still there. It had to have been from whoever was sitting next to you. You didn’t know his name, you had looked over at him a few times, but you hadn’t spoken to him throughout the first few weeks of the semester. You took the page and made a note to thank him next class, assuming he’d sit next to you again. 

You made it through the rest of your classes, and decided to take another look at your arranging project, setting your things down at one of the sitting areas within the music building. Relaxing within the quiet hall, you re-read the guidelines; 

Must be a duet, with one performer being outside of the class. 

Both parts must be different instruments.

Must include piano accompaniment. 

It felt needlessly gratuitous. You didn’t know many people outside of other vocal majors, your magic related classes not starting until next semester. You sat at the table, looking over a few potential options. You had already had the assignment for a few days, but still couldn’t even decide on what to rearrange. The deadline was approaching quickly to get the first draft completed, and you needed to figure something out. 

Slowly but surely, the hall got louder, more and more people walking towards one of the large rehearsal rooms. You checked the time; sure enough, this was when the marching band held their rehearsals, the loud sound of rain keeping them from going onto the fields. The entire hallway was quickly crowded with people moving in and out of the room, waiting for their rehearsal to start. The sounds of horns, drums, and woodwinds leaked out from under the door, a symphony of unorganized noise as people practiced and conversed; some of the band students were just as loud as the instruments they played. 

You thought about getting up to leave; after all, a school this big, the marching band had hundreds of people in it, there was no sense trying to get work done here. On the other…perhaps you’d work up the courage to ask one of them to be your duet partner.

You looked around, trying to see if there were any familiar faces. There were a few people you had seen around the music building before, but no one you particularly recognized. You were just about to give up when you saw another boy walk in, and immediately you recognized him. It was the boy who you sat next to in your literature class, the one who had to have taken notes for you. An elf, he seemed sweet; a bit awkward in how he carried himself, wide-rimmed glasses covering his face as he held an instrument case in his right hand, but he didn’t seem unapproachable. 

You stood up, walking over to try and meet him before he walked inside the rehearsal hall. You made eye contact with him for a brief moment; this was your chance to call out to him and ask if he’d help you. Yet as soon as you figured out what to say, he nervously looked away from you, walking towards the door a bit faster. 

You called out, following him. “Hey, wait!”

This time he stopped, looking back at you. He looked terrified.

 “I, uh,” he stammered over his words, “are you talking to me?” 

You nodded your head, “yeah! You’re the guy who sat next to me today in lit, right?” 

He looked a bit embarrassed. “I mean, I sit next to you everyday, but…yeah, that uh, that’s me.” 

Had he really sat next to you every class? You hadn’t noticed until now. “Oh, well…thank you. I mean, I’m assuming you’re the one who took notes for me today.”

“Yeah, no problem, I know you’re tired a lot… I mean I don’t know that, but you sleep in class a lot, so I just assumed…I’m not trying to say you’re lazy or anything like that, but…” he trailed off, as if just now realizing how much he was stuttering on.  “Sorry, I uh, I just wanted to help.”

Perfect. 

“No, no I appreciate it. It’s sweet. Actually, I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something?” You asked, glancing down at the instrument case. “What do you play?”

“Saxophone. Well, alto saxophone, if it makes a difference.”

“Cool, so I have this project for my arranging class, and I need a duet partner who—”

You were interrupted by the sound of the band director’s voice calling out; it was time for their rehearsal to get started. He looked behind him, “I’m really sorry, I need to get going but…I can take a look at it.”

You rushed back to the table where your things sat, quickly grabbing a sticky note and a pen. You scribbled down your name and phone number. “Here,” you handed it to him. “Just uh, text me when you can, and I can explain it. I hope your rehearsal goes well,” you smiled, giving him a wave and walking off, not wanting to get him in trouble. You looked back, and he was still just standing there, dumbfounded by the interaction before one of his friends dragged him inside the rehearsal hall. 

You headed back to your dorm room, finding yourself glancing at your phone every few minutes to see if the boy had texted you. You weren’t sure when rehearsal ended, and part of you worried maybe you had come on too strong. You didn’t want to scare him; you hadn’t even heard you play, but…you sort of knew him. Sort of. Things moved so fast you hadn’t even learned his name. 

🧡: Hi! It’s the saxophone player/the guy that sits next to you in lit :D my name’s Taleisin by the way

🧡: what song are you doing? 

🩷: thank you for messaging me! I actually don’t know yet…I’m a vocalist and I need to rearrange something. For voice and something else, but I can’t have my duet partner be someone in the same class or another vocalist, and most of my friends are other vocal majors 

🧡: ohhh, that sounds tricky

🩷: yeah, it’d be easier if I played an instrument tbh

🩷: but I haven’t even started yet, I know it wouldn’t be a lot of time to practice ;-;

🧡: sure! Sounds like a fun challenge :D just let me know when you have the music done

🩷: thank you so much!! I’ll have it done by our next lit class

Now that you had a duet partner, it was time to find an idea and get to work. 

You watched as he looked over the sheet music, the paper still warm from printing it out just before class. He looked over it carefully, and you couldn’t help but be nervous. ‘Does it look too difficult? Does he think it’s bad?’

“This shouldn’t be too tricky,” he nodded. “Sorry I took so long, I just wanted to make sure I could actually do it,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t want to mess things up for you.”

“No, no, not at all! I’m just glad you’re willing to give it a shot at all. Do you have a class after this one?”

“Not until 1:00, no.”

“Would you be able to practice after this class, maybe? I have access to the practice rooms.” 

“Sure, I’d just need to go grab my sax, but I only live like, five minutes away.” 

You made plans to meet at the music building, asking him to text you when he had arrived so you could let him inside the practice rooms. Once class was done, you parted ways, and headed to the music building to get set up before he’d return to campus. You warmed up, looked over your music, and met him in the hallway once he messaged you. 

You led him back to the hallway of practice rooms, shutting the door behind you as you walked back inside. You waited patiently as he unpacked his instrument, trying to make small talk to fill the silence. “So…how long have you played it?” 

He shrugged, “awhile, kinda on and off for the past uh…fifty years? Something like that.” 

Your eyes widened; you had noticed the pointed ears and angular face, but based on how he dressed and carried himself, you assumed he was around your age, even if he was an elf. “That’s cool. I’ve only been singing for…uh, I’m not sure actually, pretty much ever since I was a kid. I guess it was just something I always wanted to do, so I did it.”

“Like, a calling?”

“I guess so. What about you?”

“Honestly? My parents used to take me to orchestras and ballets a lot growing up.”

“Oh, that’s cute.”

 “Well, I fell asleep a lot.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re not the first person I’ve heard say that.”

“Now I get it, but…there was this movie that came out around then, and there was a song with a really cool sax solo in it. So…I decided to give it a try. I was really bad at being consistent with it, but I figured if I finally went to college I’d need something to do, you know, a way to make friends I guess, so…I kinda just hyper fixated on it until I was good enough to play the music for the audition. It’s kinda dumb-”

“Not at all. It’s more interesting than what I said.”

You got started, and things were going well on a technical level. Occasionally one of you would miss a note, or go ahead of the other, but for a first run-through you were happy with it. You practiced a little longer, before both of you were happy with your progress. 

For the next few weeks, he’d come to the music building and practice with you. You had to tweak the arrangement a few times, but the hard part was over; now, you just had to practice. 

You learned more about him in the time you spent together; he was a computer science major who lived alone in an apartment off-campus. He played in the marching band and the jazz band, and most of the people he hung out with were other non-music majors within the ensembles he participated in, rather than people in his actual major. He was the same year as you, a sophomore. Maybe he was a bit shy at first, but his eyes seemed to light up whenever he talked about anything he was passionate about; computers, games he played, music and movies he enjoyed, and even telling stories about his friends. You went from hardly noticing him in your lit class, to talking to him nearly everyday. Sometimes, he’d even bring two energy drinks; giving you one to make sure you stayed awake in class. 

It was the last day you had to rehearse with him, the performance of your arrangement in two days. You stood outside the door to the practice rooms, only to find your ID card wasn’t working. You’d slide it through the slot in the door, only for the light to blink red instead of green. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, giving it another try before the light stopped blinking altogether. “I don’t know why it’s not working.” You had to practice today, this was your last opportunity to pull everything together. “For some reason my card isn’t working,” you mumbled. 

“Oh. Uh…is there somewhere else we could practice?” 

You looked over at him, awkwardly avoiding making eye contact. He told you he lived alone. You could go practice over at his place. That’s when the intrusive thought hit you.

It came and went quickly, but the vision that flashed through your mind was enough to give you pause. The thought of you on top of him, kissing him and making him whimper from the feeling of your body. You hadn’t known him that long, but you liked talking to him. He was sweet, attractive in a dorky but cute way. Maybe he was a bit of a loser, but he was much nicer than most other guys you had spoken to on campus. From the looks of it, he’d be lucky to have someone like you interested in him. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing you zoning out. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking…you said you live alone, right?”

He nodded, “yeah. We could practice there, if you wanted.”

You smiled, “that’s just what I was thinking.” 

He drove you to his apartment, and you couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Would you actually make a move on him? ‘If he's the type of guy with a gross room and just a mattress on the floor and nothing else, then maybe not…’ He led you inside, and you were happy to be proved wrong. It looked…surprisingly normal, when you first stepped inside the apartment. 

“Sorry it’s a bit messy, I haven’t cleaned since the last time my friends were over,” he mumbled. 

It wasn’t messy at all. Lived in maybe, but far from the horrors of the frat boy bedrooms you had seen before. “It’s okay. Sorry I had to make you come right back here,” you joked. 

“It happens,” he shrugged, setting the instrument case down. “I guess we should get started then, right?”

‘I won’t make a move on him until we run through it successfully at least once, we still need to actually practice,’ you told yourself. ‘Worst he can say is no.’ 

You managed to run through the piece a few times, both of you feeling confident. Yet you couldn’t help but look at him, noticing him stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. Then again, you were doing the same thing. Maybe he had the same idea, maybe he just caught you staring. 

You were just about to wrap up your practice when you worked up the courage to say something. “You have class at 1, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“If you want I could just stay here and hang out until then. That way you wouldn’t have to go back and forth.”

His eyes widened, “sure, if you’d like to. I mean, if you want to go back, I don’t mind, but if you wanted to stay-”

“Cool,” you smiled, putting your music away in your backpack before sitting back down on the couch. He moved to take apart his instrument, his back to you. That’s when you got an idea. 

Maybe it was a bit bold, but it’d certainly get the point across quickly. You listened as he spoke about the weather, unsure if it’d rain or not for marching band practice later in the day. You took your shirt off, your tits still covered by your bra as he continued. “Yeah, they don’t really cancel practice ever, since we can just go inside, but there was this one time last year where—” he turned around and stopped, staring at your breasts. “Uh…you took your shirt off,” he mumbled, still unashamedly fixated on your cleavage. 

“Mmhmm. Is that okay?” 

“Uh, yeah, totally, for sure. I uh…” his tan skin flushed. “If it’s like, hot in here, I can turn on the air conditioning or—”

“I wanted you to see them.” 

He paused, wide eyes blinking back at you. “I…huh?” You watched as it finally clicked for him. “Oh…I get it, I think. I-I’m not really sure what to do now though. Or if I’m missing something.” 

You shrugged, “what do you want to do now? Or…is there something you want me to do? I can put it back on, if you’d like.”

“No, no, that’s…that’s okay, this is…this is good,” he stumbled over his words, still standing in front of the instrument case. “Could I uh, could I still sit next to you?”

“It’s your place, go ahead,” you giggled. He sat down, still keeping a bit of distance, but close enough to touch you. “I can take more off, if you’d like to see.”

“Only if you want to, but…I’d like to. To see, I mean, if you’re okay with that.”   

You reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, your breasts fully visible for him to see. He seemed entranced by you, watching your movements as he shifted his legs closer together. You were smart enough to know what he was trying to hide. He was speechless, looking you up and down. “You’re…” he mumbled, “you’re really pretty.” 

You smiled; you had him under your spell. “Thank you. You know, you could touch them if you want.” 

“A-Are you sure?”

You nodded, “I’m sure.”

He moved slowly, his hands shaking as he put your hands on your chest. You winced at his touch, his hands cold. He pulled away fast, startled by your reaction. “I’m sorry! Did…did I do something wrong?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “No, no your hands are just cold, I wasn’t expecting it.” You put your hands over his, gently guiding him back to your chest. 

“Sorry, I haven’t ever done this before. Or…anything like this, before,” he said as his hands touched you once more. From what he had told you, he was much older than you, despite looking the same age. Had he really gone through decades of life without even touching a girl? On one hand, it was a little pathetic. On the other, that meant you’d get to be his first. 

“That’s okay. If you want…” you moved your body closer, moving onto his lap as your plush thighs hugged him. “I could kiss you.” 

He looked up at you in awe, his hands still touching your chest. “Yeah, that…that would be cool, sure,” he stuttered, nodding his head. 

You leaned in to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your chest pressed against him. You started to grind back and forth on the obvious bulge in his pants, deepening the kiss. Every time you moved, you could hear his quiet little moans, sneaking out between breaths. You started to move faster, and his moans only got louder. He didn’t try to hide his pleasure at all, and that made you only want to go further. 

He wasn’t the best kisser, but there was a certain charm in his lack of experience. He didn’t know where to move his hands, awkwardly moving them to the side as you pressed against his chest.You kissed him deeper, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth, and he followed your lead, whimpering through the wet kiss as you grinded your covered wet pussy against his cock. 

You pulled away, catching your breath as you both looked back at the other. His face was flushed, he looked exasperated. He covered his mouth with his hand, “fuck, sorry if I made too much noise, I don’t know if that’s weird.”

“I liked it,” you grinned, “I think it’s cute.”

“Oh. Then I’ll…keep doing that, I guess.” 

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “we can stop here, if you want. Or…we could go a little further.”

He paused, thinking it over. “I’m…I’m not sure. I mean, I want to, I just…I might not be any good. I don't want to disappoint you.”

You caressed his face with your hand, “I’m sure you’ll be wonderful. I could just take the lead, if you’d like.”

“That’d probably be best.” 

You moved off his lap in between his legs, running your hand along the outline of his cock. ‘Is he really that big?’ you thought. You undid his belt, looking up at him. “Can I take it out?”

He nodded his head, biting his lip. You unzipped his pants, eyes widening. You weren’t sure what you expected from a guy like him, but it wasn’t something so long and thick. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just…” you offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s a lot. But I can do it.” You weren’t so sure of yourself, despite what you told him. Precum was already leaking out the tip, the boy gripping the edge of the couch before you had even done anything. You took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it back and forth. You rubbed the tip with your thumb, watching as he let out a breathy moan. 

“That…that feels good…”

You smiled, “I can show you something even better.” Before he could formulate a response, you started to lick the tip of his cock, letting out another whimper. 

“Holy fuck, that-” he couldn’t finish his sentence, overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue moving up and down across his cock. “That’s, that really feels good,” he moaned. His cock now wet with your spit, you took the head of his cock in your mouth, still teasing him with your tongue as you started to lower yourself down, taking his cock as deep as you could. 

“Oh shit, you feel so good,” he moaned, watching as you eagerly sucked his cock. You struggled to take the full length in your mouth, choking at the base of it. “You don’t, you don’t have to do that, I’m sorry.” 

His cock left your mouth with a satisfying pop as you came back up. “I want to, though.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself, even if it feels…really good.”

“Trust me, I’m fine. Just…try to relax a little, okay?” 

He nodded his head, mesmerized by the sight of his cock right by your face. “I’ll try.” 

You quickly got back to work, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock as you felt it start to twitch in your mouth. You couldn’t stop, the sound of his moans and whimpers only making you want to tease him further.

“Wait, I think I’m gonna cum, hold on,” he cried out. Yet you kept going, undeterred. “I can’t, I can’t go anymore, fuck!”

The bitter taste of his cum flooded your mouth. You kept your mouth on his cock, lapping at the tip as he came. When he finally finished, you swallowed it all; he must’ve been quite pent up. 

He covered his face with his hands, sounding as if he was about to cry from the embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I just, it felt really good, I tried to hold back, I-”

You crawled back onto his lap, shutting him up with a kiss as he was still catching his breath, tasting himself on your lips. “I wanted to. Don’t apologize for giving me what I wanted,” you grinned. 

He seemed almost dumbfounded by your response, “I…uh, well, you’re welcome then, I think. That was…I had a lot of fun,” he said as he rested a hand on your side. 

“We don’t have to stop if you don’t want to,” you wrapped his arms around his neck, giving him another kiss. “I don’t mind having a little more fun while we wait for you to get hard again.”

“I’d…I’d like that, I just,” he glanced over at his phone, looking at the time. “Oh fuck, I’m late!” He panicked. You got off of him reflexively, watching as he stood up and quickly tried to put himself back together. “I’m really, really, really, sorry, but I’m late for class, and I can’t miss it, I’m really sorry-”

You wiped the spit away from your mouth. You understood the panic from being late all too well. “No, no, it’s okay, but…you have my number, if you ever wanna do something like this again,” you said with a reassuring smile. 

He stopped in his rush, the panic subsisting for just a moment as he looked back at you. “Yeah. I’d…I’d like that. Maybe…if you’re not doing anything tonight? We could do…the rest of it? I mean, the rest of like, what we started, unless that’s all you wanted to do, which is totally fine by the way, we could just hang out,” he trailed off, unable to think of any more words to fill the silence. 

You walked back over and gave him another quick kiss, one he eagerly returned before you pulled away; if you kept going, he might’ve forgotten he was late all together. “I’ll text you my address. Pick me up at eight. Does that work?”

He nodded his head quickly, “yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

“Good,” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair, making him look just a little less distressed. “I’m looking forward to it. Now come on, let’s head back to campus.”

All in all, it was a very productive practice session.

Part 2

SO my blog got taken down and I still wanted to write something for him while it was gone, so I wrote this. Now blog is back, but I still wanted to post it as I really liked it. I know I mentioned rewriting stuff, and it wasn't a super popular idea, but I wanted to still post this with the idea of continuing the original series as one that's more light-hearted, while making this one a bit more plot/worldbuilding/lore heavy, as I have a few other OCs in this setting as well, and I didn't plan on using my own worldbuilding from the get-go of his original story.

I also wanted to write him being a bit of a loser baby sub for a bit longer too so...yeah :D

If this is my first work you've read, then hi!! I like elves and I like modern urban fantasy and im a slut. thats abt it.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Thank you for reading :D

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