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kurooku · 2 days ago

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nanami kento, very serious looking guy working in the finance department, having a little crush for the new girl who just got hired by the creative team.

you didn’t even know him, not until the christmas dinner party at the office. you were fairly new, only been working there for four months. working for a big company had not always been your goal, but when you got offered the position freshly out of college you couldn’t say no. it was well paid, in the city center, and allowed you to put your degree to use - which was a big plus, since finding a good job lately seemed to be stressful for people with an art degree (or so you were told by basically everybody).

when you first saw him, your heart skipped a bit. he looked insanely good, with his white shirt hugging a toned chest and short blonde hair falling slightly on his forehead. he was talking with your creative project manager, big hands gesturing softly while speaking and a light smile on his face. it was the first time you ever laid eyes on this beautiful man, and as soon as you realized you were staring a bit too hard, he had already made eye contact. eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes met yours. before you even knew, you were walking up to him.

“hi” you said, breathily. you felt your hands sweat and damned yourself mentally for behaving like a girl seeing a cute boy for the first time. up close, you realized he must have been a little older. not too much but the confidence he exuded was clearly not the one of someone in his early twenties - nothing like a guy your age. your manager looked around, confused on why you were intruding in their conversation, and eventually asked “hi, y/n. did you need something?”

you blushed immediately, looking away from the beautiful man, realizing there was no good reason to justify your sudden intrusion. you just saw a good looking man and walked up to him as if nothing else was going on. “oh…” your mouth slightly open, your mind racing to find something appropriate to say.

“i think we have not been introduced yet.” his voice was deep and you felt it in your stomach, like music at a concert. your eyes darted up to the unknown man, nodding shyly. “right. my name is nanami kento, pleased to meet you.”

you felt your insides melt while shaking his big hand, mumbling your name and smiling softly. five seconds later, you pretended like someone was calling your name from somewhere where your other colleagues were and excused yourself, quickly leaving just like you did arriving.

watching you walk away, nanami let out a soft smile, hoping the man in front of him was not going to pay much mind to it. “oh, don’t worry about y/n. she’s young, and new. she’s still trying to find her way around here, you know?” your project manager laughed awkwardly, still wondering what was all that about. kento shrugged, watching you from afar. your cheeks were red and the grip on the glass you had in your hands looked incredibly stiff.

what neither you or your protect manager knew was that nanami kento did know who you were. he had noticed you, maybe on your first or second day, when you got lost and popped up in the finance department. your colorful sweater and laptop full of stickers looked very out of place and when one of his colleagues approached you, letting you know that maybe you had walked in the wrong office, you did turn another color from embarrassment and started profoundly apologize. he thought you were cute, and funny, but the more he got a glimpse of you in the hallways, the more he noticed you wherever he were.

the break room, the coffee shop in front of the office building, the elevator. he found you in every room, even if you didn’t even know he was there. it was like he couldn’t get enough of you, like looking at you from afar was something he had grown addicted to in such a short time.

he wouldn’t have called it a crush, but whenever he needed to print something he would carefully choose the printer on the same floor your office was on - hoping that, when walking by, your door would be open and that he could catch a glimpse of you. okay, maybe thinking back, there had been a few moments in which he felt very infatuated by the idea of you…

looking at you from across the room, while zoning out on the conversation he was in, and noticing how sometimes you would look back too, he told himself that yes, that was definitely a crush.

idk i love the dynamics of stoic boyfriend x artsy girlfriend. wtv??? i’m done .

#jjk x reader #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n

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mixingandmelting · 17 hours ago

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hey so for the batboys, what kind of romantic accidents do you think happen to them? Like imagine Nightwing falling on top of s/o and you think it’s gonna be romantic but s/o just kneed him in the dick by accident and s/o banged their head on the floor?

Dick:

Ow. Ouch. Mother of all owies and her children. He’s in so much pain. A groan slips past his lips as he collapses all the while clutching where it hurts the most. To much of his shame as a vigilante and dog owner, he didn’t notice Haley’s toy lying there on the floor. And you happened to be standing right in front of him. It would’ve been more romantic had his lips landed on yours, maybe even going as far as starting a make-out session. Not getting mini-him kneed out of the reflex of your head slamming into wood.

“Ow… Oh my god, Dick are you okay-?”

Glad to hear his misery relieves your pain from the snort you let out. Most definitely at him in fetal position, recovering from the unwarranted attack. He really does love you. Call him a sap all you want; he wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world, all his desires and everything he dreams you take the shape of and embody. And he knows you feel the same way. Or so he hopes. Right now is the moment of truth. Whether you’ll spare him the embarrassment and comfort him like all other good significant others. He means, it is technically your fault so-

“Do, ahem, do you want ice? For you know… down there?”

Oh for crying out loud.

“No.” He throws a feeble glare at you over his shoulder.You do realize he can see your shoulders shaking, right? Few minutes later and a nice back-patting session (much to his relief and humiliation), he’s sulking. Hardcore sulking. Leading to the repeat of what happened prior to the incident, this time with roles reserved where you’re following him around like a lost duckling and him continually walking away with his arms crossed.

Jason:

Strings of curses leave his mouth, pain throbbing from his nose. That had to be one of the hardest headbutt he ever experienced. He was trying to prevent you from banging your head onto the corner of the table after he saw you trip. But as he pulled you toward him, his foot got stuck in the bottom ledge of the sofa that he failed to remember was right behind him. Bet on your breath mingling with his, face too close for comfort. In all the wrong ways.

Seems like you’re faring better than him, slowly sitting up on top of him and rubbing your head.

“Oof, you alright Jaybi- Oh my god you’re bleeding!”

He pulls the hand that he was using to rub his nose away to check. Huh, he really is. He lets out a grunt which you mistake as him hurting when it’s from losing your warmth abruptly when you slide off him. He wanted you to stay, not leave. He can never get tired of your presence, always wanting to bask in it 24/7. Hence the scowl behind his hand when he fails miserably to grab and stop you before getting up to start the process in stopping the bleed.

Soon you come back with tissues, ice, and wet towels. Stuffing tissues into the hand that’s cradling his nose, you hold the ice to the back of his neck with one hand while the other is wiping the rest of the blood off.

You don’t notice the devious gleam in his eyes, too busy inspecting if he’s injured anywhere else . Good. With a satisfied smirk plasters his face, you yelp from surprise as he pulls up and plops you down back on his lap. Yep, he already feels much better.

Tim:

He can hear his heart beating in his ears, the other four of his senses going into overdrive. You’re so close, a sheet of paper’s width away from him. Should he do it? Maybe he should do it. Lean a little bit closer and he would have his lips on yours anyways, so why not?

“Ow!”

“Who the- What? Ti-, no, Re-, no, Babe?”

He stumbles back and wheezes. He probably deserved getting punched in the guts. He saw you on your phone and a second away from bumping into one of Penguin’s men. So he panicked, okay? Grabbing and caging you in a random alley, against the brick wall before the worst case scenario happens. He doesn’t blame you, having everything occurred in the spur of the moment. And How would you know it was him anyways?

Or that’s what he tells himself to feel better anyways. He used to tease you were made of stone whenever you jabbed him or did something silly. Now He’s starting to believe it’s true because man, despite you always being sweet and tender to him (to which he’ll always crave and cherish), you pack a mean punch.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you and I thought I was getting kidnapped-“

“It-it’s fine.” Another wheeze. “I should’ve told you it was me.”

Your eyes say otherwise when you somehow manage to lift his shirt showing Purple and blue blooming on his side. An argument ensues with him listing reasons why he didn’t need to get checked by Alfred as he didn’t need his “siblings” getting their hands on more black mail. Until you pull him towards you. Needless to say, he walks out of the alley with you hand-in-hand, heading towards a nearby urgent care.

Duke:

The two of you are sitting by the hospital’s entrance. Your eyes are puffy with his belongings in your lab. He’s simply holding on his crutches. All he wanted was to experience his heroic moment of saving his loved one. And today, the opportunity came after school. Served on a silver platter and everything. You had slipped on the last few steps of the stairs and he, like usual, was waiting for you at his usual spot that’s next to them. He, thankfully, was able to catch you. Just. Not in his arms.

“Duke!?”

“I’m okay…”

“Like hell, you are!”

You were inconsolable during the ride and after he got admitted to the ER. He kept telling you it was fine, that it was on him had he not second-guessed at the very last second on what posture he was supposed to take on. But no matter what he said, you were dead silent, not making eye contact with him. It only got worse when the doctor told him he not only fractured his ribs, he sprained his ankle. His heart broke when he saw your hands pressed onto your face. All he wanted was to make himself appear dependable, someone you can always count on.

“What?”

Oh shit. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. Slowly you got up from your chair. He braced himself for what was to come. When Bruce entered the room, he didn't know, other than seeing man nodding on the side to everything you said. Fast forward back to now, where he continues to fidget next to you.

“Don’t you dare do anything stupid for the next month, cause I’ll be checking in on you everyday.”

“Everyday?”

Dammit Bruce, he should've been benched for two months! Then he could’ve had two months of getting to hang out with you!

Damian:

“Stop hitting me!”

“You stop hitting me!”

It’s been five minutes into the game of Hide-and-Seek Bat family version and somehow he’s stuck in a cabinet under the tea display case with you. It’s only because he loves you that stopped him from kicking you out (he ignores how it was you who found this place first). But now, he’s having second thoughts. The space can barely hold a single person and yet here two of you are, cramped and squished in the most uncomfortable positions. Forget about blushing or self awareness, it’s sweltering hot and difficult to breathe! You both tried everything, rearranging yourselves in every way and the only position that was deemed better than the rest is where your backs are against each other, arms wrapped around the thighs and feet propped up against the wooden walls.

“Stop squirming or you’re going to get us caught!”

“Not everyone is as flexible as you!”

Quickly he jabs you, signalling another person entering the dining room. Though he found it odd. Just how poorly did everyone hide to get caught this easily? A minute passes. Two minutes. The person doesn’t leave and now he’s starting to get nervous. Out of nowhere, he realizes how pressed closed he is to you. Your body heat seeping into his and his into you. He has no plans to ever reveal to you how you are the only person who can ever make him feel at peace nor how he enjoys the colors you bring to his life. With these thoughts plaguing him, he succumbs and slowly lets his arm reach behind him so he could grab your hand.

“All right you love birds, that’s enough!”

You both tumble out and see the shit-eating grins everyone has on their face. Embarrassment and dread settles in. Those jerks knew and had planned to out him this whole time!

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starmocha · 3 days ago

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Push & Pull [Caleb/Reader ★ 1939 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] What a bore, he thought, no longer amused by tonight’s show. A/N: To be fair…this was started at the same time as Pillow Talk. idk what I’m defending myself from I’ve done worse alkaal;akla Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @rose-tinted-kalopsia @valkyyriia @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer 【 request to be added 】

He was just a tease.

But you liked it.

You liked the way Caleb didn’t make the first move, the way he always seemed to smile knowingly, already aware of what was going through your mind. He would calmly observe you, a smirk here, a chuckle there, whenever it seemed you wanted to make him jealous.

Tonight was no different. You were feeling particularly bratty, wanting to provoke him a little for your own amusement. He didn’t say anything when you had left his side, already strutting your way through the crowd, capturing the intrigue of the wolves in this den, their eyes gleaming from the lascivious thoughts running rampantly in their minds as they traversed down your body.

In the crowded bar, Caleb sat in a corner booth, leg crossed over the other as he enjoyed his drink and the entertainment you provided. He chuckled, feeling a twinge of pride, knowing that everything of yours belonged to him.

Glass to his lips, he took a slow sip, darkened eyes watching your every move from across the room.

Such a pretty little thing, so strong and alluring, you were the object of many male gazes, a figment in all of their perverted fantasies, but, oh, what a shame that your own eyes were only on Caleb truly. He watched you entertained the flirtatious advances, smiling and giggling, dumbed down for their pathetic sake, their pride too fragile to truly experience the kind of woman you could be in the bedroom. None of these swine could match his caliber. At this point, it seemed more insulting to you than him.

What a bore, he thought, no longer amused by tonight’s show.

Caleb set his glass back down on the table and stood up, crossing the room in slow strides with his long legs. He always did know when you would try to make him jealous, and tonight was just one of those nights. However, it never worked—not even once—because you would always come back to him, just like how he would always find his way to you.

He exuded an aura of dominance, a silent command to yield to him. One cold stare had dispersed the crowd of boys around you, and soon, you felt that familiar presence lingering behind, him knelt down lower, his lips from your ear, a faint growl in his normally gentle voice with you:

“My room—now.”

In a dark hotel room overlooking Linkon, the floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the city lights to illuminate the space, enough so that after you had pushed him onto the bed, he lounged casually and watched as you stripped out of your little black dress for him.

You wondered if he was always this good at masking his expressions, because even with the minimal lights in the room, you couldn’t truly discern his look. You reached behind your back and unclipped your black lacy bra, letting it fall to reveal your breasts to him. He tilted his head a little, appearing more amused than aroused, almost as if he was simply studying you for a figure drawing class than appreciating you as a work of art crafted by God Himself.

You huffed a little in annoyance, still determined to get a rise out of him.

You climbed into bed with him, crawling closer until you were settled in between his legs, peering up at him with the same naughty smile you wore all night long. His hands instantly grabbed your face, his lips upon yours as he kissed with the intensity and intention of bruising you enough to leave his mark, a reminder that you were always his. It didn’t take much before he had you immediately flipped on your back, trapped beneath his heavy body, your legs already parting to allow him access.

He smirked. It was, after all, so sweet how you were always ready for him, always desiring him when you could have any man you wanted. You stared up into his familiar violet eyes, your chest heaving, breathing heavier as your body was trembling with anticipation. He knelt above you, his hand grabbing at his tie, loosening them as it was his turn to provide you a show.

With every article of clothing he took off, revealing more and more of him to you, you could feel a growing ache as you imagined those large hands grabbing at your buttocks, his toned chest pressed against your body, and his warm mouth taking your nipple to suckle and tease until they hardened, until he had you squirming underneath him, legs trembling, your cunt dripping obscenely for him.

“Caleb…”

“I know,” he murmured, as he tossed the last item of clothing on the hotel floor. He reached out and grabbed at the waistband of the panties you still wore. He hummed low, his arousal visible, once he took in the sight of the soaked panties. “Already this wet…fuck…”

His lips were on yours again, and you both fumbled in the dark, hands exploring one another, your moans and his heating up the room.

“You make such pretty sounds,” he murmured, “I want to hear more…”

You felt his calloused hand rubbed circles on your thigh, and then—

Smack!

A piercing slap resounded, the sting had you crying, squealing in surprise, but also aroused by his dominance. Caleb chuckled, seeing that delighted look in your eyes. He slapped you again, harder, the noises you were making a blend of pain and pleasure.

“Did you enjoy prancing yourself around those men tonight?” he asked calmly, his voice neutral, showing no sign of annoyance or anger. He seemed almost genuinely curious. He slapped harder, the sting lingering far longer than the previous instances. Almost immediately, he rubbed the same spot he had struck in soothing circles, and he murmured lazily, “Answer me.”

“…No,” you admitted, panting softly as you gazed up into his eyes. There were tears in the corner of your own eyes, a natural reaction to feeling the sharp pain.

“No?” he questioned, almost mockingly. He reached up and brushed those tears aside, his lips kissed your temple. “But it was your idea to act like a slut tonight.”

You whined at him, “Caleb…”

He immediately chuckled and apologized. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, “You don’t like being called a slut, do you?”

You remained silent, eyes darting to the side in avoidance. His hand grasped your chin, making you keep your sight on him. He continued in that same soft and even tone, “Or rather, you only like being my slut?”

You inhaled sharply, and Caleb laughed, your quick natural response answering his question more honestly than words ever could. He kissed you again, settling more comfortable in between your legs. You gasped when you felt his hard, thick cock pressing against your slick entrance. You trembled, breathing shuddering as he eased himself in, his low groans answering your own cries.

Caleb panted softly, smiling, and spoken almost matter-of-factly, “You’ll always be my slut.”

He started shallowly thrusting in and out, feeling your walls stretching to accommodate him. He continued in that same easy tone, “You can take as many cocks from as many men, but you’ll always want me instead.”

“Ca-Caleb…!”

You were whining, gasping and moaning, your body responding to the pleasure of feeling him penetrating you again and again in this same, leisure rhythm as he took his time, relishing in the lewd expressions you wore only for him.

“How many men has this pussy taken?” he asked, his lips on yours once more, swallowing those heavenly moans.

“I guess I really don’t fucking care,” he admitted, “Because you will always be mine. Isn’t that right, pipsqueak?��

You were trembling, tears in your eyes, too overstimulated by him and his words to truly grasp what he was saying.

“Answer me,” he demanded, thrusting in harder, your arms now wrapped around his neck. His own arms wrapped around you, lifting you from the bed as your legs locked around his waist. His pace grew more brutal, no longer slow and leisurely. He panted heavily, his voice lower than before, as he demanded again, “Answer me. You will always be mine, right?”

You whimpered into his shoulder, crying and agreeing without thinking, “Yes! I’m yours, Caleb! Always yours!”

One hand rested on the back of your head, pressing you closer to his shoulder. He smiled faintly. “Good girl,” he whispered, “My good girl. My pretty little slut. All mine.”

You squealed as wordlessly, Caleb took you harder, fucking you so intensely, you could feel your climax fast approaching with every deep, hard thrust. You panted, sharp nails digging into his back, his immediate groans had you clenching around him, squeezing him until you both were crashing, falling deeper and deeper into this state of euphoria together.

Your back hit the mattress again, and Caleb’s body collapsed on yours, his weight keeping you trapped underneath. You reached forward, your hand brushing against his damped bangs that clung to his forehead. He looked down at you, curious, almost as if he was waiting for your next move. You smiled and leaned up, kissing him where you had just touched.

He smiled back, his expression warmer than before, feeling very familiar, a memory of a time so far in the past now. You sometimes wished you could see this same smile again more often, and perhaps, maybe over time, you both could return to that period of innocence. It didn’t seem like an impossible dream, you thought, your fingers still lightly stroking his temple.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Caleb murmured, breaking you out of your trance. He grabbed at your restless hand, little kisses pressed against your fingers as he peered up again into your eyes, as if he was waiting still, silently calculating.

You wondered what he was thinking, what was hidden behind those eyes for so long. You remembered when they shined like brilliant amethyst, but now it seemed a dark cloud had overcast.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered, kissing your cheek before he had gotten up.

You lazed in bed, tired but immensely satisfied, still feeling the lingering warmth of his body heat against yours. You struggled to keep your eyes open, feeling a heavy exhaustion wracking your entire body.

It wouldn’t hurt to nod off for just a few seconds, you thought.

Perhaps you might have rested for far too longer, because now, you suddenly found yourself feeling weightless. Once you had opened your eyes, you realized the reason for the change. Cradled in Caleb’s arms, he carried you to the bathroom.

“Can you walk?” he asked, peering down after he had noticed you stirring.

You immediately shook your head, the faint gleam of mischievousness twinkled in your eye.

“Still a brat?” he asked, and you pouted, just a bit upset that he had caught on so quickly to your treachery. He sighed in mock-exasperation. “Alright, alright.”

The warm bath he had drawn felt heavenly on tired muscles. Completely spent and satisfied, Caleb kept you cradled in between his long legs as you both relaxed in the water, because this was how it always was. He would always take care of you. It was just in his nature, a natural instinct he could never ignore.

The water rippled when he moved, his head bent to kiss along the nape of your neck. His murmur was so soft and warm, a contrast to his earlier cold teasing. Your guard lowered, you relaxed against him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he gazed down at you, a satisfied smile graced his lips.

My pipsqueak. Mine.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace x reader #caleb x reader #caleb smut #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #x — fanfics #🥹 i just love him sm i can't be normal about him #it's not in my nature to be calm 🥹

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tasteracha · 1 day ago

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a/n: hey @chvnnie remember when you asked me to write this like a year ago? i did it. inspired by that one skzcode clip of seungmin teasing felix and felix getting pissed off. warnings: seunglix x afab!reader, meanish dom felix, sub seungmin, smut - MINORS DNI.

you’re woken up by jarring voices, the tv that had been providing you background noise for your slumber having gone to sleep shortly after you did. it takes you a moment to identify the sounds, your brain coming online a few moments after your heart, beating rapidly in your chest from being kicked out of unconsciousness so abruptly.

“you don’t have to be so fucking mean all the time,” you register felix’s voice first, a dangerousness hiding in his dark tone that doesn’t come out often. he’s usually so positive even when he’s in a bad mood, optimism cracking away at any negative emotions in a way you admire.

“i wasn’t being mean,” seungmin scoffs in return, and you can hear him walking down the hallway towards the living room where you laid with bated breath. “you’re just being sensitive, lix.”

oh, he’s done it now.

seungmin sees you first, a blinding smile taking over his face as he walks over to you to run a hand through your hair. you relax into his touch, relishing in the comfort while knowing that a fight was about to break out soon - you knew the difference between felix being sensitive and being genuinely angry.

right now, even without seeing his face, you knew it was the latter.

felix walks into the room and you swear he looks six feet tall, standing with his arms crossed and a look on his face. it makes you shiver though it isn’t directed at you, and it goes unnoticed by seungmin even though his hand is still buried in your hair - he was too occupied with smirking at felix, pouring gasoline into a fire that was already blazing towards the ceiling.

you know what they say, play with fire and you’ll get burned. you hope that seungmin was prepared for what is about to occur.

“you want me to take care of this, lix?” you ask, your role of Professional Seungmin Tamer coming increasingly more natural as the days went on. it is a last ditch effort to calm the flames.

“no,” felix’s jaw is set in a hard line, and you can see his teeth grinding together. “i’ll take care of him myself.”

“take care of him myself,” seungmin mocks, snickering to himself for a moment before choking around it from the sudden feeling of felix’s hand around his jaw. felix has moved like a ghost, crossing the room in quick strides and covering seungmin’s body with his own in a silent motion. seungmin’s hand falls from your hair, reaching up to wrap around felix’s wrist - not moving it away, but rather bracing himself against the storm.

seungmin is usually taller than felix, but he’s left looking up at him because of how his knees buckle. despite his clear disadvantage, seungmin lets out a growl at felix’s touch.

“awh, you going to bark for me?” felix coos at him, not an ounce of warmth behind his words. “puppy.”

“you wish,” seungmin hisses out, the breath leaving him completely when felix tightens his grip on his jaw and uses the other one to brace the back of his neck, trapping seungmin completely against him.

“how can you say that when i can tell you want me so bad already?” felix says, looking something wicked as he wedges a thigh between seungmin’s legs. from where you are you can’t see the younger man’s crotch but you’re certain that his jeans are tented with arousal; your own core was starting to pulse with heat just from watching them, despite you not being touched by either of them.

“i don’t want you,” seungmin scoffs, trying to turn his face out of felix’s grip and failing. he was lying; seungmin always wanted felix, but nine times out of ten it was on his own terms. you can only imagine how fast seungmin’s head was spinning right now at the sudden change in dynamics.

watching seungmin twitch his hips against felix’s thigh was maddening. this is the first time you’ve seen felix take control of seungmin like this. maybe felix would make seungmin ride his thigh - that was something you’d be delighted to see.

“then why are you so hard?” felix’s mouth twists into a grin, wicked and sharp, as he presses his leg further forward, putting pressure on seungmin’s cock and making him moan.

seungmin, for all his false bravado, submitted beautifully and easily when it was for you. it didn’t surprise you that he did it for felix too, but the sight of his muscles losing their tautness all at once was something to behold. he falls into felix’s arms, boneless and grinding his hips in little circles against the older’s thigh, the fight drained out of his body as quickly as it had arrived.

“i hate you,” seungmin mutters weakly against felix’s chest as he chases a high he must know he won’t be allowed just yet. the fight left his body, not his mouth, evidently.

“you’re just making this worse for yourself with every word,” felix chuckles, dry and mean, as he turns seungmin around and pushes him roughly forward. seungmin stumbles and throws a glare over his shoulder, but the effect is lost when he continues to let felix manhandle him.

“baby,” felix calls out to you, his tone shifting to warmth instantly. you perk your head up and you can’t suppress the shiver that wracks through your body as he cocks his head towards the bedroom while leading seungmin there, a clear invitation to join them for whatever felix was planning to do. you’re on your feet before you can blink, anticipation burning through your veins.

you have to pause and take a deep breath when you reach the door frame before going in; you knew that what was about to happen was like a fantasy pulled from the deepest depths of your mind. when you gather the nerve to peek inside, seungmin is already naked on the bed, his bottom lip hidden between his teeth as felix fastens his wrists to the headboard with the soft ropes that typically adorn his own.

“open your mouth,” felix digs his fingers into seungmin’s lips, ignoring how the younger thrashes against the bonds keeping him in place. felix leans forward so that he’s kneeling over seungmin and slides his free hand into his dark hair, scratching softly at his scalp before curling his fingers into a fist and pulling. “this is all the lube you’re getting, so unless you want me to fuck you dry you’d better do as i say.”

the words sound unpracticed as they spill out of felix’s lips, but seungmin’s lips part with a gasp nonetheless. he chokes on the digits as felix explores his mouth, reaching every crevice and swiping around his annoyingly white teeth. his fingers coming out glistening with saliva, wet and dripping as he lines them up with seungmin’s hole.

felix opens seungmin up brutally, sliding two fingers in and cooking them up with a look of satisfaction on his face when seungmin jumps. it was a caricature of their usual dynamic, with felix typically melted into the sheets as seungmin uses him however he sees fit. felix finds seungmin’s spot with practiced ease, letting out a laugh when seungmin cries out at the intense pleasure. he avoids it after, scissoring his fingers almost clinically, teasing seungmin with the sensation that is so close but that he won’t be granted.

contrary to his claim, felix squirts a generous amount of lube on his cock once he undresses before he pushes in slowly, letting seungmin feel the drag of every inch. the younger’s breaths come out in violent shudders, and as you step closer to look his pupils are almost completely blown over his irises, barely a hint of chocolate brown to be seen.

felix presses a kiss to seungmin’s forehead when he bottoms out, the gentlest touch he’s given him since he started. it shows how spaced out seungmin is that he leans up into the touch, craving felix’s touch like he would starve without it. seungmin’s eyes are glassy, a spaced out expression taking over his face that you’ve never seen before. he tends not to let his guard down, even during the most intimate moments that you share, and you hope that you get to witness this again.

felix keeps a steady pace, dragging out slowly before pushing back in with a snap, driving seungmin further up the bed with every movement.

“love?” felix calls out, and both you and seungmin make a noise. you know that felix was talking to you only when he ignores seungmin completely, continuing to snap his hips, pulling breathy whines from seungmin with every thrust. “will you come here?”

he says it like a question but your body thinks of it as a command as you float over to him, stopping just inches from the bed. felix unfastens seungmin’s wrists from the headboard, keeping them pinned together, and pulls him up. he turns him and wraps his arms around his chest until they are both kneeling upright, flush against one another. his cock remains buried inside of seungmin the whole time and you can’t help but give him a look of impressed approval. he looks pointedly at you and then the space he cleared out in front of seungmin in response, and you flush as you kick off your sweatpants and climb into the bed, laying on your back.

when did felix learn how to tell you what to do with just a look? you didn’t know where this was coming from, but you loved it.

felix places seungmin gently onto you with the carefulness that you expected from him on any other day. if it weren’t for him not wanting to crush you with seungmin’s weight, you were sure he would have thrown the younger onto the bed with little to no thought. seungmin settles against you like he belongs there, nuzzling his face into the juncture between your shoulder and your neck, and you can feel how hot his cheeks are against your skin. his cock settles between your thighs, hard and rigid, and you let out a sympathetic hum when felix stops him from rutting up against you. he reaches around seungmin and lines the younger man up against your hole, a little clumsy with his movements, and you can feel his leaking cock twitch against you.

felix pushes seungmin into you with a snap of his own hips, driving himself deep into seungmin as he gets buried into you in one motion. the moans you and seungmin let out harmonize into the thick air, the scent of sex swirling with the noises in a colorful kaleidoscope. the colors burst into fireworks as felix sets a fast pace, pleasuring the both of you so naturally.

felix leans past seungmin to kiss you over the younger’s head, and seungmin keens at the sight of it. he’s sandwiched between the two of you, chasing pleasure from every angle, and witnessing the two people he loves most in the world make out on top of him - you’re not sure that he can even think in coherent sentences right now. with his cock surrounded by your tight heat and felix’s own ramming into him, you’re surprised he can even keep his eyes open. you know that this is the moment where he surrenders himself to felix completely.

you reach your limit faster than you ever have, your clit untouched and throbbing; just the obscene sight of seungmin being used between you and felix is enough to bring you to the brink of pleasure.

“seung- lix, can’t,” you gasp out, every push of felix’s hips driving seungmin’s cock further into you, making you jolt - it’s too much.

if it’s too much for you, you can’t imagine what it’s like for seungmin.

you thought that felix would take pity on you and let you finish, too focused on punishing seungmin, but instead he pulls out of the younger man and pulls him out of you with a harsh pull.

seungmin all but wails at the loss, bucking his hips down onto the mattress. you hadn’t realized how close he was, too lost in your own high, but his brow was pinched and his lips were twisted just right to tell you that he was.

“please, please,” he begs, flipping himself over to kneel in front of felix. “let me come, please.”

“you think you deserve to after what you did today?” felix looks down at him, eyes cold as ice. your own neglected orgasm was brushed away by the sight of seungmin begging. he was usually too proud to beg, too in control of situations to even need to, but in this moment he was completely helpless to felix’ whims.

“i’m sorry,” seungmin loses control over the tears brimming in his eyes, fat tears dripping onto his cheeks. “‘m sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to-”

he falls forward into felix’s chest, entire body shaking with his shuddering breaths, and you see felix falter for the first time tonight. he looks at you with slight panic, the coldness melting away into affection towards the man crying into him, and you simply nod at him. you know what to do, you blink. you can do this, you smile.

“puppy,” felix shushes him, running a hand down seungmin’s spine. “it’s okay. you’re being so good for me now, right? my good boy.”

“‘m good,” seungmin hiccups into felix’s chest, nodding his tears into felix’s skin.

“you’re sorry, and you’ve been punished, right?” felix coos at him, trailing his blunt fingernails up and down seungmin’s back. “you’re alright.”

“i can come?” seungmin’s words come out nasally from his tears.

“yes, puppy,” felix moves his thigh so that it’s between seungmin’s legs, trapping his weeping cock against the flexed muscle there. “take what you need.”

seungmin whines out a broken thank you and starts his hips at a rapid pace, chasing the high that he had been denied over and over. you lose count of the sniffles, whines, and moans he lets out, but you can tell exactly when he comes because his entire body seizes and his throat constricts around a high keen.

felix strokes his back through it, shushing him and pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks and face. you can’t help but smile at the gestures, a little overwhelmed at how naturally felix fell into this rhythm. your smile freezes when his own turns sharp, and he winks at you before flipping seungmin over and sliding back into him. he pushes seungmin down onto the bed and the push of hot breath he puffs out at the impact hits your forgotten cunt. felix pushes one hand down onto seungmin’s nape as he fucks back into him, chasing his own high and nurturing your own.

you can feel seungmin’s lips trembling against your core with every thrust, his body pushing up against yours until he’s trapped between your legs. he licks at you un uncoordinated motions, but it’s enough. a few beats of time later, between the harsh slaps of felix’s thighs hitting seungmin’s ass and seungmin reaching up to squeeze his hands around your thighs, you come with a content sigh. your legs tighten around seungmin, keeping him close as your hips jerk against his mouth, and the sounds of felix coming are drowned out by the blood rushing through your ears.

the next few moments pass by like snapshots, blurred images separated by shocks of camera flutter, and by the time your brain catches up with your body you’re laying down in a new position. your head is pillowed on felix’ chest, him sandwiched between you and seungmin, the latter’s fingers tangled between yours.

“what the hell just happened,” you blink a few times, jaw almost dropping open when you see the utter contentment on felix’s face.

“i think i discovered something new,” felix’ voice is languid, rumbling against your ear like a muted symphony.

“if this is what it takes for you to learn things, we need to piss you off more often,” you tease, teasing a finger around felix’s nipple just to hear him hiss and see the soft glare he sends towards you. like a kitten.

a puppy and a kitten; what were you going to do with these boys?

“speak for yourself,” seungmin mumbles from felix’s other side, coming back to himself slowly. he glances blearily at you, and his drying tear tracks and red rimmed eyes make him look so incredibly beautiful. “i can’t move a single one of my limbs.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #lee felix imagines #kim seungmin imagines

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minswriting · 2 days ago

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can we get a blurb or one shot of reader coming home from work, she's stressed and sexually frustrated from spencer not being home for so long so he lets reader ride his thigh, and everything is abt her pleasure cause he wants to make it up to her 🙏🏻🙏🏻??

thigh riding ❤️❤️

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | thigh riding, praise, pouty reader

When Spencer had gotten home from his case late at night, he hadn’t expected you to be still awake. You sat on the couch, looking pretty in a sage green silk nightgown. Spencer dropped his things as soon as he walked through the door, walking over to the couch. “You’re home,” You said, looking up at Spencer as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat down next to you.

“I’m home,” He said, pulling you into his lap. He looked at you with a tired smile, his hands on your hips.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, straddling his lap. You gave him a peck on the lips. “I’ve missed you,” You said, sighing. “I’ve been so…frustrated without you here.”

It had been a while since Spencer had been home. He’s been on back-to-back cases recently and hardly had any time to talk to you other than small texts here and there. Spencer hummed in sympathy, tilting his head at you. “Yeah?” He said. “I’m sorry for being gone for so long, baby.”

You let out a small pout, moving yourself slightly so that you were on Spencer’s left leg, his good leg of course. “I’ve been all alone,” Your voice held a small whine to it. “Having to take care of myself.”

“Oh, baby,” Spencer said, licking his lips as he held you close to him. His hands remained on your hips. The pout on your lips, the whine in your voice, it never failed to make Spencer hard. “I’m here now,” he said softly.

You hummed, tentatively grinding your hips against Spencer’s thigh. The action made you whimper as the materials of Spencer’s suit pants collided with your clit. You weren’t wearing underwear because of course, you weren’t. “Been needing you so badly,” You whined softly.

“Show me,” Spencer whispered, guiding your hips to move back and forth on his thigh. He could feel how wet you were already through his pants, causing Spencer’s breathing to get shaky as he got turned on. But his pleasure didn’t matter when it came to you. He’d make you cum ten times before he would even think to get himself off.

And so, you showed Spencer. You moved your hips against his thigh, using him for your pleasure. It was only fair. He left you alone, fending for yourself, not even a phone call to guide you through it. You could only use your fingers and the thoughts of Spencer fucking you into oblivion.

It didn’t take long for you to get into a rhythm, rutting against Spencer’s thigh. Spencer’s pant leg was soaked, to say the least. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” Spencer breathed out, pressing kisses along your jawline. “I wish I hadn’t been gone for so long so that I could make you feel good all of the time.”

You moaned, still grinding your hips. “Taking care of myself is never enough,” you said, grabbing one of Spencer’s hands and intertwining your fingers with his.

“I know, baby,” Spencer said, burying his face into your neck. He pressed kisses along your skin. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

You could feel the heat building inside of you, feeling yourself getting closer. “So close, Spence,” You moaned.

Spencer pulled away from your neck to look at your face. “Go ahead, baby, be a good girl and cum for me.”

That’s exactly what you needed as you let out a choked moan, cumming on Spencer’s thigh. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his as you came, your breath hot on his face.

And afterwards, Spencer took his time showing you just how much he missed you as he ate you out and then fucked you so good. The next day, neither of you even got a chance to leave the bed.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds smut #criminals minds x reader #spencer reid #🌸 — min’s asks #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

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st7rnioioss · 2 days ago

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BUNNY!READER x SHY!MATT

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut but no actual p in v, finishing in pants, making out, grinding, pet names (baby, puppy), reader being confident?

you were perched prettily in matt’s lap, your fingers delicately placed under his jaw to keep his lips to yours, his tongue to yours, while his hands were resting on the side of your thighs, under your skirt.

the room was quiet for the most part, except for the occasional groans emitted from matt, whines slipping past your lips, as well as the lewd and dirty sounds from your intertwined tongues.

the textbooks next to you were long forgotten, left abandoned on your pretty bedsheets, pens scattered across the open pages. what was supposed to have been a study session had quickly turned into a make out session.

after a while of carefully brushing your tongue over his, testing the waters, you got desperate. clutching for his hair, you pulled him closer, his fingertips digging into your thighs at your sudden confidence. at this point, you didn’t care about the frames of his glasses digging into your cheek, just needing to have him close.

the kiss quickly became sloppy, leaving matt hot and bothered, almost not able to keep up with your kissing. he felt your nails gently scratch his scalp, letting a soft moan into the kiss. his mind was running wild, hazy, and clouded up.

your were subconsciously grinding down on the clothed bulge beneath you, using it as an attempt to ease the ache between your legs.

hesitantly, you broke off the kiss, your eyes batting open to meet matt’s behind the.. foggy glasses?

“o-oh my god,” you giggled, bringing a hand to your mouth to silence your laugh.

matt meant to look back at you, but his frames were clouded. “shit.. that’s embarrassing-“ he chuckled dryly, his face only flushing more when he let go of your soft skin to reach for his glasses, bringing the hem of his shirt to wipe them off.

he did this all while you stared at him with a shy smile, admiring as he pushed the frames back up his nose.

“i don’t think you’ll be needing those..” you mumbled with a faint smile, your fingers running across the steel, before sliding them off the bridge of his nose, folding them to stay put on your nightstand.

matt stares dumbly at you for a moment, clearing his throat while his clammy hands reach for your thighs again, running up under your skirt like previously.

carefully, you reached out for his button-up shirt, tugging on the button. “is this okay?” you whispered, looking down at him. when he muttered a quiet ‘uh huh’, you began to unbutton his shirt.

without another word, you leaned back in, toying your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other one working down the buttons of his shirt while deepening the kiss, until it got as sloppy as it was just a moment prior to you interrupting it.

matt was being kissed straight into ecstasy, accidentally bucking his hips up to meet yours, trying to escape the throbbing going on in his boxers, already feeling a sticky sensation form.

your own panties were more than damp, both from the excessive grinding, but also the mind-fogging kiss. eventually you helped matt out of his shirt, leaving it on your bed next to the forgotten textbooks.

“p-please.. i need you,” matt whined against your lips, nearly on the verge of tears from the aching erection in his pants begging to be freed.

your hands messily roamed his chest, before reaching for the buckle of his belt. he choked on a breath, your hand making its way into his pants, palming the wet spot on his boxers.

oh, he was sure he would come on the spot if you continued.. seriously. a whimper escaped his puffy lips, his nails digging into your hips.

“poor baby..” you whispered when you broke off the kiss, all your self control going straight out the door. “want me to help you, puppy?”

your words were whispered into his ear, your lips grazing the lobe of his ear, leaving a shiver to run down his spine. matt just couldn’t contain himself any longer, pathetically grinding his cock into the palm of your hand, until he let out a particularly sharp whine—one you at first thought nothing of.

you felt the sensation before you got to register it, your heart pounding against your ribcage when the pieces puzzled together inside your head.

matt looked up at your through his lashes, a somewhat embarrassed but blissful look on his face, his cheeks a pretty pink shade, his bare chest heaving.

“d..did you just-“

“i-i’m sorry, i just- i couldn’t help it..” he interrupted, nearly pleading for your forgiveness, glistening beads forming across his forehead, too embarrassed to even move.

you blinked dumbly at him, lips parted, and panties turning soaked, a smile spread across your lips.

“y-you.. you like it when i call you puppy?”

more bunny!reader x shy!matt here!

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: ok so this was meant to just be them kissing.. i got a little carried away

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lilipens · 3 days ago

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✧. A LITTLE BIT OF REST.

Synopsis: Academics have been gradually taking a toll on you, with each assignment and exam building on the last. Lately, it’s become more noticeable—how the stress chips away at your energy, leaving you drained. They’ve started to pick up on it, and each in their own way, they try to cheer you up. Pairing: All Dorm Leaders/Housewardens (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and Malleus) x Gender Neutral!Reader Warnings / Genre: N/A. Super duper Comfort, Fluff + Headcanons A/N: highly self indulgent LMFAO. not proofread sorry,,,, also just a quick heads up that i'll probably be posting during sundays more often due to school!

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.

As someone who studies diligently and holds himself to high standards, Riddle knows exactly how it feels to be overwhelmed by the pressure of academic perfection. He doesn’t just observe your burnout from a distance— he feels it too.

When he sees you pushing yourself too hard, he knows what’s at stake, and his approach is much more calm yet purposeful. He won’t let you bury yourself in endless work without reminding you of the importance of balance.

Riddle values dedication but knows that pushing yourself too far isn’t strength. When he sees you struggling, he steps in with a clear plan to help you recover and stay on track. Using his own experience, he adjusts your schedule or breaks tasks into smaller steps, making things feel more manageable. His goal isn’t just to make you rest but to help you regain control in a way that feels doable.

Rest for Riddle isn’t just about taking a break; it’s about being productive in a different way. He’ll suggest a short time for reflection, perhaps guiding you through a mindful pause to help you reconnect with your goals and recharge.

Though he’s not one to openly express his own vulnerabilities, Riddle has an understanding of the mental and emotional toll of hard work. He provides you support not through grand gestures, but through his steady and practical care. It’s the small things that matter.

Hunched over your papers, your eyes barely staying open as you try to cram as much information as possible. The hours blur together as the pressure mounts. You don’t notice Riddle until he’s already there, standing by your desk with crossed arms. His gaze lingers on the scattered papers, and he steps forward.

Without asking, he begins gathering your messy notes. As he stacks the papers, he refuses to let the silence drag on. “I’m sure you believe this constant cramming is going to help,” he starts firmly, “but you are wearing yourself thin. This isn’t the way to do it.”

“Oh, come on, Riddle,” you protest, feeling conflicted. “You know I’ve got an exam way too soon… I can’t slack off.”

“The more you push yourself beyond your limits, the less effective you become. You’ve been at this for hours, and it’s clear your mind is no longer functioning at its best.” is what he immediately debates with.

You frown, reaching for your notes— Yet, Riddle moves them away from your grasp and he continues on. “You can’t keep going at this pace and expect great results. You’ll just make yourself worse off in the end.”

His blue-gray eyes lock onto yours as he pauses, his tone softening just a touch but still carrying that undeniable authority. “You’ve done enough for now. Take a break before you burn out completely. I won’t allow you to overdo it.”

You want to keep arguing, but his words settle in your mind, and the exhaustion creeping up on you makes it impossible to ignore. With a reluctant sigh, you do realize that Riddle’s right—you need rest, not more study sessions.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

Direct and unfiltered, Leona wastes no time to call you out when he sees you overdoing it. He’s not one for flowery words or unnecessary concern. There’s nothing that can speak louder than his own actions.

And so, he’s able to somehow sense when you’re tweaking out with something, even if you’re trying to push through. His approach is straightforward, helping you reset before you hit your breaking point.

Leona is the type to catch the tiny to huge signs that you’re overworking, and he’ll take action without any warning at all.

No patience for excuses. Leona doesn’t entertain any attempt to justify your stress. If he sees you trying to power through, he’ll just tell you flat out that it’s not working. Leave it be. He won’t stand around while you waste time on a subject that’s clearly draining you. Instead, he’ll give you no choice but to step back. His reasoning? If you’re going to make mistakes, at least make them while you’re not running on fumes.

Will let you complain— then call you out. Leona knows that sometimes you just need to vent. He’ll let you grumble and complain about your studies, yet the second you go in circles, that’s where he tells you to quit it. No sympathy, no coddling—it’s just making you know that whining won’t solve anything. That’s his way of caring.

The numbers blur together on the page. Formulas spin around in your head like it’s some sort of ancient language, and nothing seems to fit. You rub your temples, frustration building as you stare at your notes.

“This is insane,” you groan, pushing the paper aside and running your hands through your hair. “How am I supposed to get this in one sitting?”

Next to you, Leona’s sprawled out, his tail lazily swishing and arms behind his head, completely unbothered from how messy your reviewing is. His eyes are closed, looking more relaxed than you’ve felt all day.

You glance over at him with a heavy sigh. “This is ridiculous. I’m never gonna get this.”

Leona doesn’t even move, but he opens one eye. “What’s the point of complaining, then?” Doesn’t seem amused about your predicament either.

You freeze for a second, your brain scrambling to find some excuse to keep going. “No, well... I just need a little more time.”

“No, you won’t,” Leona states bluntly, which is pretty much true. “You’re already failing at this point. Take a damn break already.”

You take another look at your lecture and slump back. Definitely not going back to that diabolical thing, so you toss your pen aside. “…Actually, taking a break sounds nice,” you relent, utterly defeated.

Leona forms a tiny smirk on his face. “Told you.”

You give in with a huff, lying back on the grass next to him. The minute you stop stressing, the thorn on your shoulder disappears and you find yourself, surprisingly, more at peace than you’ve been all day. Leona’s just smarter about these things than you give him credit for.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

To Azul, burnout isn’t an abstract hurdle; it’s a problem with a clear, actionable solution. Much like closing a deal, he breaks the issue into manageable pieces, pinpointing what’s been putting you down and offering precise ways to address it.

Support from Azul is as seamless as it is intentional. He doesn’t overwhelm you with constant attention, nor does he ignore the signs of your stress. Rather, he intervenes faintly, leaving a refreshing drink beside you or proposing an unobtrusive break when the strain becomes too evident. It’s thoughtful and calculated, fitting into your routine with ease.

Relaxation is something Azul transforms into an art. When he insists you rest, it’s far from ordinary. He creates an experience: a calming atmosphere, perhaps a luxurious bath, or a lovely massage from yours truly. Every detail is curated to guarantee your recovery is successful

No favors without a price. Azul is a businessman at heart! And although he’s genuinely concerned, he’s not going to help you for free. But this time, his terms are different. What he asks for isn’t payment or a favor— it’s your commitment to take care of yourself properly. Rest and recharge, he insists, are the only things worth trading in this scenario, and he holds you to it.

Even as he maintains a composed exterior, Azul knows what it’s like to hit a wall. If you’re struggling or in need of a break, he’s not one to demand it. He’ll gladly offer his help without hesitation. Whether it’s lending a hand with the task at hand or encouraging you to obviously take a rest, he’s quick to make you feel you’re not left to push through alone.

From what’s happening, Azul doesn’t need to ask what’s wrong—he can tell. He’s already behind you, his hands already working at the tension in your shoulders that weighed as much as the books you had to read for an upcoming test.

“Struggling, are we?” Azul hums, already knowing the answer to that question. As he continues working the knots from your muscles, his fingers press with intent. “If you think pushing through this fatigue will help you, you’re mistaken.”

His fingers move with an objective, easing the tightness in your muscles. "Rest now, and you'll be able to focus better later," he adds, as if it’s just as simple as that. "Trying to study while you’re exhausted isn’t going to help anyone."

You feel the tension melt away, and despite yourself, you start to relax. Azul knows exactly how to make you see sense. Rest isn’t a luxury—it’s part of the process. And with his steady, gloved hands guiding you, you can’t argue with that logic.

KALIM AL-ASIM.

His positivity is contagious! When you're overwhelmed, Kalim’s first ever instinct is to lighten the mood and fill your space with good vibes. He focuses on bringing joy to the moment to let you un wind.

Recognizes when you need a break and insists on it. Kalim won't just suggest you rest—he'll almost make it impossible for you to say no! Whether it’s dragging you out for a fun activity or turning study time into a game, he’ll find a way to get you to step away from overdoing it tooooo much.

While his energy is usually high, he knows when to tone it down, if you ever tell him to. He’s totally okay with just being there for you!!

Encourages you to let loose. Kalim’s the type who knows when to push you to relax with a little spontaneity. He may not always be able to solve your problems, but he’s great at distracting you from them. Expect impromptu dance breaks or sudden trips out to take your mind off things. Expect a sudden food trip as well.

A signal that you deserve fun and joy. Kalim doesn’t just want you to get your rest—he wants you to actively seek out happiness, even when the work feels unending. His care for you goes beyond just helping you with burnout; he wants you to feel good in every way possible.

Ugh, these mountains of assignments before you feel insurmountable. No matter how many notes you review, the information just doesn’t stick. Kalim watches you with a concerned expression from across the room, clearly not fooled by your focus. And so, he slowly tip-toes his way to you.

Without warning, he’s up and out of his chair, grabbing your hand with a wide grin. “Alright, that’s it! No more homework for you! We’re going to do something fun!” he declares, pulling you up before you can protest.

“But Kalim, I need to—”

“Nope!” He cuts you off, leading you outside to an open area on campus. “You’ve been working hard, and now it’s time for some fun! You’ll thank me later!”

Despite your initial resistance, you find yourself enjoying with his antics. Kalim’s infectious energy is difficult to ignore, and before you know it, you’re not thinking about textbooks or formulas. After a while, the stress that had weighed you down earlier feels lighter, and you realize that, for once, you’ve actually enjoyed yourself.

“See? Now you’re ready to get back to studying, right?” Kalim asks, his smile bright as ever.

You nod, grateful for the reminder that taking a break is just as important as the work itself.

VIL SCHOENHEIT.

Prioritizes your well-being as much as your performance. Vil understands that success isn’t only about hard work; it’s also about taking care of yourself. When he sees you pushing too hard, he steps in with a nudge to make sure you’re looking after your own needs.

Vil knows that sleep is crucial for maintaining your appearance. If he catches you burning the midnight oil, he’ll quickly point out that lack of sleep can lead to skin problems. He won’t let you skip out on sleep, ensuring you get enough hours to keep your glow intact!

Pushes you to strive for excellence, but not at the cost of your health. Vil doesn't mince words. He’ll tell you that while excellence is key, it’s impossible to reach your full potential if you're physically or mentally drained. His tough-love approach aids you to rest guilt-free.

While he ensures everything you need is within reach, Vil steps back when necessary, giving you space while still overseeing that you’re on the right path. He knows when to be hands-off. What he wants is more about guiding from a distance, making sure you’re supported without being smothered.

Takes a no-nonsense step to self-care. Vil is not the one for empty comforts. When he suggests rest, it’s because he’s seen the signs that you’ve reached your limit. He’ll encourage you to take a break in a way that ensures you actually benefit from it. And that’s through mindfulness exercises or making sure you get full hours of sleep.

Feeling Vil’s hands as they gently rub the toner into your skin, you let out a sigh of relief. “You’re not going to retain anything if you don’t take a step back,” he chides, smoothing a serum into your face. “Your brain’s running on empty, and pushing through it will only make things worse.”

You hold onto your textbook weakly, but Vil silences you with a pointed look. “Studying can wait. Focus on yourself now.” He's firm, but the soothing rhythm of his movements suggests he’s already in control, seamlessly switching between products as he guides you through the routine.

By the time the routine is finished, you feel more at ease. All that clog in your brain has been cleansed by Vil. “You’ve done enough for today,” he tells you assuredly. “Now rest and recover. Your studies will be waiting for you when you’re ready.”

IDIA SHROUD.

Even if he's not the best at emotional support, Idia’s way of helping during burnout involves a combo of companionship and gaming. If you’re stressing out, he’ll slide a controller over to you or invite you to join him for a match—it’s for you to take your mind off things and go AFK from your studies for a while.

When you’re pushing yourself too hard, Idia will pull you away from your textbooks by loading up a game that's often Minecraft or some multiplayer game he’s grinding. He doesn’t really say much about your stress, though the simple act of playing together shows how much he cares about your well-being.

His ability to aid is kinda noob-level, like trying his best to lead you out of a burnout dungeon. He might rambles out of thought from time to time, making him worry you’ll get overstimulated. He’s not exactly smooth; still, his effort is there, even if he's not sure himself things will work.

While gaming together, Idia can be a bit of a tryhard, fully immersed in the game and urging you to focus on the mission rather than stressing.

Idia’s version of self-care is a bit unconventional (as if he takes care of himself properly), but if it means getting you to step away from your textbooks and level up the EXP you lost, he’s all in. He’s sure that winning a few rounds or building a house together is a surefire way to recharge.

You're scrolling through your inventory, trying to figure out where you want to build next. A farm? A simple house? Pixel art? The game’s peaceful enough since both of you are in creative mode. You glance at Idia, who’s still kind of lurking, hovering with his controller in hand, but he’s waiting for you to take the lead.

“So, uh... where should we make the house?” Idia asks, trying not to sound too eager but clearly wanting to get into it.

Without much thought, you pick a spot, pointing to a flat area by a river. “Here,” you mutter, a little more focused on building than anything else. “This seems like a good place to start.”

After a few more minutes into the game, you start to gradually get more energetic. He’s quiet now, looking over you as you get more into it. You’re starting to improve, and he can’t help the small sense of relief that washes over him. It’s a little thing, watching you regain your focus and energy. But, it means the world to him.

MALLEUS DRACONIA.

Malleus is keenly attuned to the smallest details, a habit shaped by his nature. His observation picks up on the tiniest shifts in your demeanor—the signs of stress, exhaustion, or when something feels out of place in your routine. He might not constantly show it, but he’s always watching (in a good way).

When it comes to burnout, Malleus is unfailingly gentle. He won’t pressure you into rest, and offers you to step away from what's keeping you in a hassle. A calm walk in the garden becomes his suggestion, a chance for you to breathe.

Malleus knows he does not need to be forceful. He never demands rest, respecting when you prefer solitude. If you need time to yourself, he’ll watch from a distance, assuring you're okay without intruding on your space. His care isn't as obvious, but you know he's always there, guarding you. After all, you are his favorite person.

Having been isolated for much of his life, Malleus is deeply aware of what it feels like to be overlooked or having to mask turmoil. He recognizes when you're retreating into yourself, and without making a big show of it, he makes his presence known. It’s not about asking if you’re okay—it's just how he shows you that you are not alone.

Malleus’ care doesn’t shout; it’s felt in silence. It’s when he talks to you to take your mind off things. He’s not trying to fix you, merely offering light when everything feels heavy.

Ah, finally. Some fresh air that keeps you refreshed. You walk side by side, taking in the breeze. Malleus walks with his usual regal presence, though every so often, his eyes wander, taking in the details of the scenery.

"Do you think gargoyles are more than just statues?" Malleus suddenly inquires, innocent curiosity laced within his tone. It's as if he’s pondering the thought out loud. "I’ve always thought they have more purpose than being mere decorations."

He takes a little peak at you, eyes gleaming with that same intensity. "In my homeland, there are gargoyles that watch over the castles. Sometimes, I wonder if they’re meant to protect the place, like guardians."

He pauses for a second before turning to you again, that soft smile of his still visible on his face. "What do you think, human? Are they just stone, or do they have some deeper meaning?"

It’s a random thought, but you can’t help feeling endeared by Malleus’ strange musings. He’s not seeking a response, just casually sharing what’s on his mind. You're not complaining. This is better than having to study all those lectures again and again.

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zombiangel · 2 days ago

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cough.. kuroo discovering choking kink.. cough cough.. who said that!

new necklace

u help kuroo find out he has a choking kink!

warnings: choking (obvs), slight air restriction, mdni, nsfw, fem!reader, slight dumbification if u squint, nicknames/pet names (including: doll, angel, baby, etc..), no proofread

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it all started playfully, as a little joke.

once kuroo got home from going out with his friends, he caught you laying on your shared bed, scrolling on your phone before you put it down at the sight of him.

"hey, babyy..." he said as he approached you, greeting you with a sly smirk, slowly pulling something out of a small bag.

"oh, hey, you're finally back!" you smiled up at him, your eyes trailing down to what he pulled out of his bag.

"i got you a litle something that reminded me of you.." kuroo's large hands held a beautiful necklace, "saw it and immediately thought of you, doll."

"aww, tetsu.. you shouldn't of!" you let out a small pout from your melting heart from the thoughtful action, and kuroo couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"it's so thoughtful..!" you placed the necklace against your neck to see how it would look like, "but.."

"but what, angel? what's wrong, you don't like it?" his head tilted to the side, starting to worry that you didn't like it. "i can always get you another one, you know?" he added, walking closer to you. you sat at the edge of the bed while he stood up, looking down at you.

"well.. another type of necklace would be nice.. you know.." a sly smile appeared onto your face as your hand slowly lifted up to caress his, "maybe.. this one?" you giggled as you brought his hand to your neck, letting it wrap around it.

"i'm just kidding, tetsu! i love the necklace!"

"y-yeah.. i'm glad.." tetsuro let out nervous chuckles at your innocent joke, yet couldn't help but feel his pants tighten around his growing hardness.

and what you thought was a playful joke ended up being much more.

before you knew it, you were on your back, laying on the bed, cockdrunk from the amount of orgasms you've already had. you honestly have lost count, getting dizzy from his tip hitting the right spot everytime.

"f-fuck, you riled me up way too fucking much today, doll.." kuroo growls out , his bottom lip dark red as he kept biting down on it. his hands on your hips gripped you tightly while he pistoned in and out of you at a rapid paste, his eyes only leaving yours to look down at the fucking messiness and sloppiness.

"t-tetsu.. not th-here.. fuck...!" so loud, and noisy, and wet. the sounds of the skin clapping filled the room. your eyes rolled to the back of your skull from how well he was fucking you, your pussy spasming around him.

"s-shhh... s-so wet f'me, aren't you, hmm..?" he looked down at your throbbing, neglected clit, begging for attention as your juices leaked out. he brought a hand to your pretty nub, rubbing messy circles around it while not breaking eye contact with you once.

you were drooling everywhere, fucking brain dead on his cock, tits bouncing up and down while you were so out of it you couldn't form a proper sentence.

"nghh... t-tetsu.. 's too much.." you slurred your words, not sure if you were cumming or not from the sensitivity of your overstimulated cunt. feeling his hands trail up to roughly grope your tits, kuroo circled your hard nipples with his thumbs, before his hands finally reached your neck. his fat cock dragged against your walls, tightening down on him as he groaned from the sound of your wet whimpers.

tetsuro grasped your neck tightly, restricting airflow to your lungs, and, gosh, did you squeeze around him after that. his cock twitched inside of you as he used your neck as a grip to help force his dick deeper inside of you.

"f-fuck.. 'm almost there, angel.." kuroo grunted as he brought his body closer to you, pushing his chest against yours, his mouth breathing and grunting heavily next to your ear, whispering sweet praises.

"fuck.. th-this pussy was made f' me, hmm, was it doll?" he tightened his grasp, growling your name over and over into your ear. "can't.. f-form a proper sentence when i fuck you stupid?"

"tetsu..." was all that you could utter as you used that last bit of energy you had to turn your head to face him, your fucked out face only pushing him to rail you harder, slamming his cock into your gummy spot, feeling his pelvis pushing against yours.

"mmmmph.. i'm.. gonna.." you mumbled, brainlessly bringing one of your hands to kuroo's black hair and gripping down on it, sobbing his name. gosh, he would never, ever get sick of hearing how you moaned, cried, whimpered his name.

tetsuro's veiny hand held your neck tighter as he felt himself about to cum too. "f-fuck.. l-let me.. cum inside, doll.." he ruts inside of you faster, feeling his cock spasm against your fluttering cunt, and the small coo of affirmation that left your lips was all he needed to dump his warm load inside of you, watching down as the mix of your juices and his cum mixed, leaking out of your pussy.

“mmm, good girl.. look at you, took it all so well f' me... fuck.. let me do that again.. one more time.." the glint of lust never left his eyes as he turned to stare at you, his hand never leaving your neck either.

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missarchive · 3 days ago

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Can i have a request bimbo!reader x dom!spencer when he suddenly punishing her but she had no idea why. Apparently it's because Spencer was jealous or maybe because the way she dressed? (It's up to you) thxxx

ive never written for bimbo!reader before, i hope this is okay <3

cw; +18 minors dni, dom!spencer, spanking, reader calls spencer "sir", slightly rough spencer

You twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way your new dress hugged your curves. The blush-pink fabric was tight, short, and paired perfectly with the platform heels you’d been dying to wear. It was flirty, playful, and just the right amount of daring.

Spencer was already waiting in the living room, his patience something you knew you tested regularly. But you couldn’t help spending a little more time ensuring every detail was perfect, smoothing down the fabric and fluffing your hair one last time before stepping out.

When you entered the room, Spencer looked up from the book he’d been reading. His gaze swept over you, starting at your heels and slowly working his way up. You’d expected a compliment or even one of his adorably shy stares. Instead, his jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You're wearing that out?" His tone was calm, but there was a clipped edge to it that immediately put you on alert.

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Well, yeah,” you said with a little giggle, giving him a playful spin. “Isn’t it cute? I wanted to look good for you.”

Spencer set his book down slowly, deliberately. The soft thud of it hitting the coffee table was louder than it should have been. He stood, his towering frame suddenly feeling a lot more imposing.

“It’s not about whether it’s cute,” he said, his voice lower now, almost dangerous. “Do you have any idea what you were doing earlier?”

You tilted your head in confusion, his reaction so far removed from what you’d expected that you weren’t sure how to respond. “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything.”

He stepped closer, and the shift in his presence made your pulse quicken. “Oh, you didn’t do anything?” he echoed, his tone sharp and laced with sarcasm. “The way you bent over at the bar when you ‘dropped’ your napkin? Or how you let that guy put his hand on your waist while you giggled at everything he said? You think I didn’t notice?”

Your lips parted in shock, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. “Spence, I wasn’t—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his voice cutting through your words like a blade. “Whether you meant to or not, you were acting like a little tease. And now, I think it’s time you learned a lesson about who you belong to.”

Your stomach flipped at the possessiveness in his voice, and your heart began to race. “But Spence,” you tried again, your voice soft and unsure, “I didn’t mean to upset you—”

He didn’t let you finish. “That’s enough,” he said firmly, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he guided you toward the bedroom. His touch wasn’t rough, but the intent behind it was clear. “If you didn’t know what you were doing, then it’s my job to remind you of the rules.”

Your legs felt like jelly as he brought you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click that seemed to echo in the silence. Spencer let go of your wrist, turning to face you fully. His eyes raked over you, taking in every detail of your appearance—the dress, the heels, the way you fidgeted nervously under his gaze.

“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated, your hands hovering near the zipper of your dress. “Spencer, I didn’t mean to—”

“Take. It. Off,” he repeated, each word punctuated with a quiet intensity that made your breath hitch.

Your fingers fumbled with the zipper as you slid the dress down, the fabric pooling at your feet. You felt completely exposed, standing there in just your lacy lingerie and heels, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone softer now but no less commanding. He stepped closer, his fingers lightly grazing your jaw as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

Spencer’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh. “Over my lap,” he instructed.

You hesitated for only a moment before obeying, draping yourself over his lap. The position made you acutely aware of every shift in his body, the warmth of his hands as they rested lightly on the curve of your ass.

“You’re going to count for me,” he said, his voice steady. “And if you lose track, we start over. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The first swat landed, sharp but not too hard, sending a jolt through you.

“One,” you said shakily.

The next came a little harder, and you bit your lip. “Two.”

Spencer didn’t rush, each strike measured and purposeful, alternating between firm and teasing. By the time you reached five, your skin was warm, and your head was spinning.

“Tell me why I’m punishing you,” Spencer said, his hand resting on your now-sensitive skin.

“Because… because I forgot the rules,” you said, your voice trembling.

“And who do you belong to?” he asked, leaning down so that his breath brushed against your ear.

“You,” you whispered, your voice filled with equal parts surrender and devotion. “I belong to you.”

Spencer’s hand caressed your skin, soothing the heat he’d created. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, let’s make sure you don’t forget that again.”

And as he continued your lesson, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of security, knowing that you were his in every way that mattered.

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seungfl0wer · 1 day ago

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*𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎*

Pairing: Hybrid!Jisung x Hybrid!Seungmin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Thruple, 3Some, Double P, Oral (F), Slight Somnophilia, Biting, Knotting Mentions, Slight Breeding Kink, Slight Choking, Creampie, Squirting, Unprotected sex. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings!

A/N: this has been plaguing my mind for- so long. Also yes always gonna be on that hybrid shit sue me lol

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You were in a deep sleep, sprawled out on the couch waiting for your boyfriends to come home. They had just made a food run leaving sleepy you all alone. Your dreams playing on repeat. Oh the dream. You were being chased through the woods your hybrids chasing after you. Ready to catch you and breed you. You let out a soft moan in your sleep. Panties becoming increasingly wet as it played out.

Your hand slipped down slowly playing with your clit making you whine even more. Unbeknownst to you the door opened as the boys came in they stopped in their tracks. They could smell you so strongly, almost in an instant becoming hard. They placed the food down quickly before coming to find you still deep in your sleep. Fingers now slightly playing with your entrance. You moaned out once again mumbling “breed me”.

“She must be having a good dream of us” Seungmin chuckled. Jisungs eyes were almost blown out. He was never one to be able to control himself around you. Hearing those words fall from your mouth had his head spinning with lust. He wasted no time leaving seungmin standing there. He pushed your legs apart, pulling down your panties trying not to wake you. He quickly made his way to your core tongue ever so slightly running up your folds.

You moaned out but still not waking. “God- she’s- soaked” Jisung groaned. He couldn’t hold back. Not when you were like this, not when you were dripping. He pulled your body down to him arms wrapping around your thighs as he buried himself fully into your cunt. He inhaled deeply taking you all in before his tongue was diving into you. You squeaked, eyes groggily opening. You blinked looking over at seungmin who stood near with a smirk. Before you felt jisung leave a small nibble to your clit.

Your head fell back to the couch moaning loudly, hands making their way to Jisungs soft hair. He looked up at you with those big boba eyes. Full of lust and want. You rolled your hips against his mouth making his groan into your core. Seungmin finally made his way towards you cupping your face in his big hands. “Having a good dream pup?” He asked. You nod eyes fluttering open and close at the pleasure. “About us?” He questions.

“Always-“ you say breathily. He can’t help but grin. Before you know it his lips were crashing against yours hand sliding down your body. He pulled up the shirt you had on, his shirt to be exact. Revealing your perky nipples ready to be pinched and bit at his mercy. But he bypassed them, for now. He pulled his shirt from you leaving you completely nude. His hand found its way back to your soft skin once more moving down to draw circles around your clit. Jisungs tongue lapped at your entrance as Seung played with your overly sensitive clit.

“Close already aren’t you love?” Seungmin says against your Lips. You nod quickly feeling your climax building fast.

“Need-“ you whine out.

“What do you need pup, use your words” he cooed.

“Both- need- ah- both” you manage to stammer out as your orgasm hit you hard. Your legs clamp around Jisung which turns him on even more. He laps at every inch of you not letting a single drop of your sweet honey go to waste. You didn’t notice until now how he had already taken his pants off. His leaky cock rutting against the couch sure to cause a stain.

Seungmin was about to ask a question however Jisung was already positioning himself at your entrance. Gliding his cock up and down your folds to collect any bit of slick left. He pushed into you quickly making you both cry out. Your walls sucked him in deep, so warm and snug. “Ah- jisung!” You moaned. His fluffy tail swaying back in forth almost keeping with the rhythm as he fucked into you mercilessly. His hands gripping at your hips digging his nails into them. Sure to add to the already fading bruises from the nights before.

“Pull her up a bit yeah?” Seungmin asks. Jisung does pulling your body into his as his thrust become a bit slower but much deeper. Seungmin slots himself behind you after ridding himself of his own clothes. He pulls your body back to him your back now resting on his chest. His long tail wrapping around your leg keeping him almost grounded. He slides his cock to your entrance before slowly easing himself into you.

Sure they loved having you to themselves but there was something about the way your cunt became like a vise grip. That always had them wanting to double you. You’d never complain either, it might be one of the hottest things ever. Having both of your hot hybrids deep inside you. “Fuck you’re so wet” Seungmin groaned. They both found a rhythm moving their hips in perfect harmony to have all three of you wrecked.

Seungmins hand came around your neck softly turning your head. “Tell us what you were dreaming of love” he said his voice low. You could feel his warm breath against your ear. “About- about you both. Chasing me- and ah-“ you croak out.

“And what hmm?”

“And breeding me” you whine.

Jisungs head falls back moaning at your words. His pace quickens making seungmin speed up as well. “Our- pretty pup wants- us to breed her.” Jisung almost growls.

“Want us to pump you full of a litter” Seungmin groans.

“Fuck- yes please- I can take both of them- please kn- knot me” your second orgasm was about to hit. And hit hard.

The men weren’t doing any better you could see the drool running down Jisungs chin. Both the men’s nails digging into you holding onto what sanity they had left. Seungmin could feel that you were close, your cunt squeezing them tightly. “Jisung” he said looking at the man above. He nodded knowing what he was hinting at. He leaned down mouth at your shoulder. Seungmins head nuzzled into your neck before you knew it their teeth sunk into you.

It was something hybrids did while mating. Something they knew you loved, that would bring you over the edge. And it did just that. You let out a silent scream, body shaking between them. You came hard, Tears falling to your cheek. A strewn of curse left their mouths before almost like they read each others minds. Pushed deep into you both knotting you together. It was too much already so sensitive. You were squirting, warm fluid coating Jisungs lower body.

Their cocks twitching inside you as they painted your walls. You felt so- full. After a few minutes of panting and soft kisses. Jisung pulled out of you first wobbling to get some water. Seungmin took the opportunity to wrap his arms tightly around you kissing you lovingly. “You did so well, can’t believe you actually took both” he admitted. “I’ll have to remember that when we both go into heat.” He says with a light chuckle.

Jisung came back pressing the glass to your lips. “You guys got food right?” You ask making them both laugh. “Hungry?” Seungmin asked.

“Starving.”

“Good eat up, cause we are definitely doing that again” Jisung said with a chuckle. Oh boy was it definitely gonna be a long night.

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berritart · 18 hours ago

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jealous roommate!vi

cw - nsfw (+18), pet names (baby, angel), vi is a hypocrite, vi calls reader slut once, afab reader, thigh riding, fingering (r!recieving), not proofread

wc - 900

a/n - haven't wrote in FOREVER, sorry if this sucks. vv i mean vv self indulgent as well but anywho

you couldn't believe it.

you never thought you would be this easy. you felt like you had more restraint to end up in a situation like this, one that would haunt you for the next two semesters you would have to share a dorm with her.

"over a silly date?" you question, barely even able to focus on your own thoughts. your mind was going three hundred miles per hour at this point. you feel nothing but your roommate vi's two fingers pump in and out of your aching cunt. her thumb grazing circles on your clit ever so softly.

you two were in your bed, your body fully naked in between vi's legs. her hand holding your pliant body against her clothed chest by the waist.

"never again." vi's tongue traced against the shell of your ear and softly nipped down, not slowing her brutal pace of her fingers. "dont go on anymore dates. yeah?"

only quiet whimpers and pants came out of your mouth, disregarding any of the words the redhead even said to you. "don't tell me you're already going dumb on my fingers angel." vi chuckles, tugging your head back roughly. "answer me."

you didn't even know why vi, of all people, was acting like this towards you. you knew how she was, how she would always have a girl in her arm everytime she walked into the door. the crazy amount of failed talking stages slipping pathetic notes into your shared dorm. vi had enough poor girls on her roster, but you having a date, one that'll possibly never happen again, is where she drew the line.

"y-yes. no more i promise." you didn't feel like arguing with her and pointing out her hypocrisy at the moment so you gave her what she wanted, your compliance. and besides, her long fingers felt better than your own. you needed this.

you thought you satisfied vi enough until she tugged at your hair once more, keeping your head tilted back. her narrowed eyes was kept onto your tear-filled ones. "you let her fuck you?" she questioned, slipping one more finger into your dripping cunt, producing a high pitched whimper from your lips.

"no- o-oh my god vi" her fingers began going faster than ever, curling and hitting the spot oh so deep inside you. "we didn't fuck--" you gripped onto her bicep, your freshly manicured nails creating deep crescents in her skin. the feeling pooling at the pit of your stomach continuously grew. you were close and she knew it.

so she stopped.

she fucking stopped.

she withdrew her fingers from your wet pussy, creating a vulgar squelch before placing the digits in her mouth.

you turned around to face her, climbing on top of her clothed thigh. you looked like a pissed rabid animal, your widen eyes full of need. you grabbed her hand, leading it to where you needed her the most, just for her to yank it away. groans of fustration leaving your mouth. "vi please i need it, i need you. please don't be like this" tears threatening to fall from your pleading eyes.

you looked so pathetic to her. vi never seen you so disarmed and submissive before, always getting your way. it did something to her, something that no plain ol' orgasm caused by her fuck buddies could do. she liked- no loved seeing you like this. it was way more than enough for her to get off.

"god i wish you could see yourself right now." vi squished your cheeks, manhandling your face to meet her eyes once again. "need you to see the needy little slut you're acting like right now. over my fingers at that."

she grabbed your hips with both of her hands, gripping and pulling you down to her jean clad thigh. "go on, finish on my thigh baby."

you didn't hesitate to begin your movements, letting the material of her jeans graze your clit. in this state you wouldn't be lasting longer than a minute. "f--feels so good vi.." you whimpered, holding onto her shoulders as you picked up the pace of your hips.

"i can hear her baby, so fuckin wet. she needs me huh?" vi grinned against your heated neck, scattering dark purple bites all over. "need me to fuck her just right, gonna have her creaming all over my cock." her words made your nods frantic, your hips bucking faster than ever before. "mhm...she n--needs you vi." she chuckles at your words, her hand landing harshly against your ass, causing you to yelp. "and only me. no one is gonna fuck you like i do" you hum in agreement, feeling your climax sneak up on you.

her hands find it's way to your waist, dragging you close enough to kiss you. "go on, cum on my thigh." she moans against your month, her tongue pushing past your lips.

after a few more movements of your hips your orgasm rushes over you, "i--i'm cumming vi- god..." your body starts shaking from the harshness of your climax, your arms draping over vi's neck pulling her close. her hands find its way to your waist, keeping you steady.

your body goes limp in her arms, fatigue clouding your brain. "there there..." vi whispers softly, placing you directly on your bed. she brushes the stray hairs from your face, hesitantly kissing your now bruised lips.

"get some rest angel.."

a/n - lowkey was hot ass but i'll get my groove back #soon

#vi x reader #arcane smut #vi fanart #arcane x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 1 day ago

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Player 001 saving us from Thanos? 🥺🥺🥺

Of course! <3 Ngl I enjoyed it, he was so scared of In-ho afterwards lmfao.

What did you say?

Squid Game masterlist

Hwang In-ho/Frontman/Player001 x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Thanos getting his lesson taught, mature themes, mild violence(?), slightly different from how it went in the series.

"Hello Señorita, if you want to live through the next game, you should join me and my friend." Came Thanos' voice behind you as he sauntered in front of you. "I like you." he almost sing sang, making the finger heart.

Player 124 better known as his stupid friend Nam-gyu stepped beside him, resting his arm on Thanos' shoulder.

"No," you took one step back "I don't wanna join you."

Thanos scoffed, not taking your rejection lightly. "What? You're seriously not considering about joining those losers over there, right?" he gestured over your shoulder, where Gi-hun, Young-il, Dae-ho and Jung-bae were sitting on the steps talking to eachother.

But unbeknown to you, Young-il had his eyes on you, seeing your obvious denial in joining Thanos.

"They're not losers, they're my friends."

Thanos raised an eyebrow, acting surprised. "Oh? Your friends?" he laughed, then leaned closer to you. "All I'm seeing there are three old men and a wannabe Marine with anxiety." he taunted, waving his hands as if mocking Dae-ho personally.

"Don't call them that, fucking junky." You tried defending but Thanos reached out, gripping your shoulder.

Thanos tightened his grip almost painfully. "You should really join us, and while you're at it, in the next vote press O instead X." he looked down at the red X opposite from your player number, making a disgusted face.

Thanos looked over your shoulder, noticing Player 001 standing up, making his way towards them. He did not look pleased.

"Hey," he said, making Thanos loosen his grip and you stepping to the side. "I've had enough disrespectfulness coming from you, where are your manners?"

Nam-gyu snorted, nudging Thanos with his elbow, who scrutinized Player 001. "Manners? What are we? Kids?"

You walked behind Young-il, heading back to the others who were watching the scene unfold.

Young-il stopped. "It's disrespectful towards her, can't you take a no?"

"Listen dude, why don't you worry about your wife at home instead of a random player in here?" Thanos said, making his way over to Young-il until he was at arms reach.

"What did you say?" Young-il asked, his voice was calm but the rage in it could easily be heard.

"I said, go back to your fucking wi-"

Thanos couldn't finish his sentence when Young-il swiftly reached out, grabbing the back of his neck. Thanos winced in his grip, and Nam-gyu quickly came to aid Thanos.

"Hey you motherf-"

Young-il easily kicked Nam-gyu's shin twice, making him cry out in pain and fall to the ground, clutching his leg.

Thanos tried punching Young-il but he expertedly evaded, punching him in the gut, making him double over in pain.

"Wait a sec." Thanos pleaded, reaching out his hand but Young-il simply grabbed it, twisted in painfully until Thanos groaned in pain and fell on the ground.

Young-il crouched down, immediately gripping Thanos' throat, choking him out.

"I'm sorry man... please..." Thanos coughed, his face was already starting to get purple.

But Young-il kept his harsh grip, showing no signs of stopping...

Until he was snapped out of it by hearing your soft voice.

"Young-il..."

Young-il gave in, slowly letting Thanos go, leaving him to cough miserable on the ground as he straightened up. Then he turned towards you as everybody around started cheering and clapping for Young-il's bravery.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was still rough from the fight, but he had a small smile on his face and his eyes softened.

You gave a weak smile in return. "I am. Thanks. But you shouldn't have–"

Young-il cut you off with a small wave. "It's nothing, I just value respect which those guys clearly don't have."

"You have a good heart, Young-il." You praised him genuinely.

His smile grew softer, he made his way to you, patting your shoulder and walking you back to the group.

"Thank you, it really means alot." Young-il gave your shoulder a soft squeeze before sitting down beside you.

Meanwhile Dae-ho whispered to Jung-bae

"Where did he learn that?"

"Ex-marines maybe?"

"Oh."

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#squid game #squid game 2 #squid game season 2 #hwang in ho #hwang in ho x reader #young il #young il x reader #player 001 #player 001 x reader #the front man #the front man x reader

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star-suh · 2 days ago

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Party Sucker

Song Mingi x Male Reader

cw: multiple rounds implied.

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yn was already feeling the alcohol kicking in into his system, he just took a cocktail with lots of alcohol, the warming sensation caused by the liquid going down between his legs. he went to the bathroom trying to hide his notorious bulge, arriving at the place and closing the door but forgetting to lock it. he takes off his pants and starts stroking his erect member, using his spit as some sort of lube.

the stimulation took over his drunk mind, tears started to form and rolled down his eyes. the music was so loud and he was so focused on masturbating that he didn't hear the door opening. “jesus fucking christ” the unknown person gasped watching the other dude, “holy shit” yn jumps in surprise trying to hide his dick, when he was about to leave a hand stops him to do it, he turns to look and there he realizes that it was the song mingi, the jock of the school just saw him rubbing one out.

“the fuck you’re doing here, pervert?” he questioned, million of embarrassing scenarios crossed yn’s mind, he saw his image being shattered by pieces and being labeled as the pervert of the school. he hasn’t realized yet but he didn’t wipe his tears when he faced mingi, unbeknownst to him it turned the jock on. “oh shush don’t cry” mingi comforted him but yn was caught off-guard he wasn’t crying for that. mingi wipe his tears with his thumb and licked them “these tears got me so hard boy, you don’t know how much i enjoy seeing my fucktoys cry” he pushed yn down to make him sit on his knees “open up” he used his thumb to push his jaw down. he unzipped his pants and let out his cock, slapping it against yn’s face “do a good job”. yn licked the tip and then the shaft “that’s right all the way to the base, take it all”. mingi was thick and long, causing yn's gag reflexes made more tears to pool on his eyes, “so pretty” mingi murmured. “this is making my cock rock hard” he pulls out and wipe the tears with his precum soaked tip.

“you were made for this. i wonder how many cocks have you sucked” mingi grabbed yn by the back of his neck and fastened his pace, “is this why you were here, pervert? waiting for a cock that needed to be sucked to do it?” mingi keeps degrading yn while focusing to go deeper inside his tight throat, “fucking cockwhore”.

mingi’s heavy balls slapped againts yn’s chin, “look at you touching yourself while sucking a stranger’s cock, disgusting”he adds. when yn tried to talk back mingi forced his dick deeper inside him “fleshlights don’t talk” he says while slapping yn’s left cheek.

at this point yn was cock drunk. mingi pulled out his cock and rubbed it against yn’s lips and face, “tell me how much you want this cock”, “i want it so much please” he replied. “that’s not convincing” mingi said, “please just fuck my face, bury your cock in my throat and flood it with cum”. mingi cockily smiled, his ego swollen now, “don’t cum unless i told you” he put his dick back on his mouth and thrusted on it while yn kept stroking his dick but stopping when he feels he’s gonna cum.

“oh god” mingi growled, “faster, fuck go faster” he demanded. “oh fuck. oh fuck. oh fuck” he kept repeating those words until familiar ones echoed in yn’s ears “i’m cumming, cum with me”.

yn spilled his sperm on the bathroom’s floor while mingi emptied his load down his throat “that’s it pervert, swallow it all” he spoke accompanied by moans while riding his high. “good job, now let go of my dick” he pulls out while resting against the counter feeling a bit weak after the blowjob session. “look at the mess you made slut.. but you were such a good toy” mingi praised him one last time before going out of the bathroom.

“you must know where my dorm is, met me there before the end of the night if you wanna get used like a real fuck toy” and just like that mingi left…

yn’s head was buried in between some pillows while mingi drilled him, his cock going in and out of yn. “fuck this hole is so tight” he said “probably the tightest bitch i ever fucked”. mingi made sure to rearrange yn's insides, paint them in white and then churn it again with his thick meat, “you're like my fleshlight now. taking load after load without complaining. you were made for this”.

the sunlight made its way through the dorm curtains, the warm rays caressing yn's face and mingi's dick that was being taken care of with the other's mouth. yn swallowed every inch, hollowing his cheeks so the suction was stronger. “fuck keep doing that and i'll cum right now”. “that's it bro, yeah~” he praises shooting his last load on yn's face, his sperm landing on the other's hair, eyes, cheeks and mouth, “did i do a good job?” yn asked with doe eyes while rubbing the tip on his lips as if it was some kind of lipstick, “yes, you took it like a champ” mingi praised slapping his shaft on the other's cheek.

#song mingi x male reader #song mingi x male reader smut #mingi x male reader #mingi x male reader smut #mingi smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #ateez x male reader #ateez x male reader smut #ateez smut

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looksm · 2 days ago

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BATHROOM BREAK

seong gihun x reader

— reader is a bit too clingy towards gihun.

warnings! daddy kink, reader is young…… gihun refers to reader as his baby

since the first game of red light green light, you knew this dilf was something else. your friends back home would of looked at you crazy if you told them you were going to fuck this man no matter what.

after the first game, he revealed that he already played before and won.. not only did you want to fuck him but he was also rich. fuck, why were you suddenly obsessed with him?

second game came around, and you were already by his side. grabbing onto his arm and placing it between your chest. “let me be on your team, please?” you pleaded giving him puppy eyes and tilting your head to the side.

he rolls his eyes, since the last game you’ve been clingy towards him. small touches and your flirty attitude, giving him pouts and cute smiles.

after the game, you all returned back to where you all were before the games. keeping close to him and holding onto his arm still. “that was scary~ we almost died!” you giggled with your new friend junhee.

gihun groans the more you continue to talk. you were just a nineteen year old girl with daddy issues. finally, you let go of him and continue talking with your new friend and talk about the baby that’s soon to come.

it was close to night time and the guards were allowing people to go to the bathroom for one last time before turning off the lights.

“gihun, are you coming?” his bestfriend jeongbae asks and gihun shakes his head no with that usual cold face of his. just like that, gihun was all alone in his thoughts… till you popped up.

“gihun~” you plopped yourself next to him and grabbed onto his arm pressing it between your boobs. fuck, you were so clingy.

he doesn’t say anything but look down at your puppy face, almost like a small pup wagging their tail. “watcha doing?”

“do you not need to go to the bathroom?” he asks you, hoping you’ll go away. but you shook your head. “hope.” you smiled at him.

he sighs, closes his eyes for a second before looking back at you. “look kid, im kinda stress right now so if you can leave me alone-”

“i can help with that!” you butt in. he stares at you for a second, questioning how you’ll be able to help when your tiny hand makes its way to his thigh.

oh..

“who knew youll turn into puddy when cock is in you.” he groans watching as you bounce up and down on his long thick dick.

you gasp when gihun fucks into you, lead leaning back as you grab onto his shoulders. “fuck, daddy! do that again!” he smirks to himself. “daddy? you want daddy to fuck you harder?” you nod your head unable to say anything else but moans and whines.

“my bratty baby..” gihun hums bringing a hand to your boob, bra shielding away your breast. he’s quick with his hands and moves your bra to the side of each side revealing your nice tits.

“my cute little girl..” he takes a tit to his hand and gives it a nice suck making you grind on his cock. “daddy!” you yelp as the older man licks you, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you closer.

he groans feeling your pussy close in on him, getting tighter. “pussy so tight, you’re the best baby.” his praise sends you over the moon, your whines and cute moans getting higher.

gihun released his lips from your boobs, finally, fucks his hips back up into you, making you yelp when his hard cock kisses your cervix. “it’s so fucking good..!” you whined out, leaning your head on his shoulder, letting the older man fuck your insides.

good thing his pants and boxers were down to his knees because your pussy was dripping and covering his lower self with your juice.

lifting your head up, you stare into his eyes. mouth agape as moans kept spilling from your mouth every time his cock hit that right place over and over again. “my baby..” he says locking your lips with his and giving him a sloppy and messy kiss, getting saliva all over your lips and his.

pulling away with a string of saliva connecting from each other. it wasn’t long till he felt you squeeze him so hard he moaned and stuttered his hips for a second. you moaned even louder now, with your legs giving up.

“is my baby going to cum?” you humm, nodding your head unable to say any words. getting fucked too good, too good all you were doing is babbling. “daddy! let me.. cum..” he smiles bringing a hand to your hair and running his hand up and down.

“cum, come over daddys dick” with another hip thrust, you throw your head back moaning loudly before bringing your head to his shoulder. gihun is not too behind and comes inside you.

after a few seconds of catching each others breaths, you finally had the courage to look at him. your cheeks all red, hair messy and lips red from the intense make out.

you two jump out of your skin when you hear banging coming from outside. “COME OUT NOW!” one of the guards yelled.

you stare back at gihun with wide eyes before breaking into a fit of giggles.

with your hair back to its original state, cleaning yourself up. you two walk out of the bathroom holding onto his arm again. this time, gihuns not complaining at all.

you two walk back to where your team was at, and you let go of his arm, immediately- he misses your warmth. you decide to sit next to junhee who was talking to an elder and you jump into the conversation like nothing.

you weren’t so bad, he might let you bother him again.

theres not enough gihun smut and that is NOT okay!!!!

#squid game #squid game smut #squid games #squid games smut #seong gi hun #seong gihun #seong gihun smut #seong gi hun smut #seong gihun x reader #seong gi hun x reader #kdrama #kdrama smut #salesman #lee jung jae #lee jung jae smut #lee jungjae x reader

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trentsgirl · 2 days ago

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JUDE BELLINGHAM x fem!reader

synopsis: i have a request 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ imagine reader and jude fighting and him leaving for training in the middle of the fight, then he comes back in the evening and reader is crying because her childhood dog died :( so he comforts her and all that cute fluffy stuff🥰 if you’re not comfortable writing this i totally understand ofc, i hope you have a great day my love

author note: thank you so much for the request. i apologize that it took me so long to publish, i had to take a break a bit. but i’m for now 🫶

playing: felt good about you by gracie abrams.

masterlist.

“YOURE IMPOSSIBLE, JUDE,” YOU SAY, your voice sharp as you fold your arms across your chest.

“yeah? and you’re overreacting, as always,” jude shoots back, standing in the doorway with his gym bag slung over one shoulder. his tone is clipped, his dark eyes narrowed, and you can tell he’s trying to hold back more biting words.

“i’m overreacting?” you repeat, incredulous. “you’re the one who started this!”

jude lets out a frustrated laugh, shaking his head. “i don’t have time for this. i’m already late for training.”

“oh, so now it’s my fault you can’t manage your time?”

he doesn’t answer right away, his jaw clenching as he stares at you. you know he’s debating whether to argue further or just walk out. he glances at his phone and groans under his breath. “we’ll talk later,” he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

before you can respond, he’s out the door, the sound of it shutting behind him echoing in your chest. you stand there, fuming, replaying the argument in your head and stewing in the frustration he left behind.

you don’t even remember what started the fight—something small, something stupid—but it escalated in the way that only arguments between two stubborn people can. now, you’re alone in the quiet apartment, the silence feeling louder than anything.

you sigh, grabbing your phone and collapsing onto the couch. you scroll mindlessly, hoping the distraction will help you cool down, but it doesn’t last long.

then your phone rings. it’s your mom.

“hey mam,” you answer, your voice still tinged with irritation from earlier.

“sweetheart…” your mam’s voice is soft, hesitant. that tone immediately puts you on edge.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up straighter.

there’s a pause, and then she says it. “tux passed away this afternoon.”

you freeze. the words hit you like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from your lungs. “what?” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“he… he was old, honey. it was his time. he went peacefully, but i know how much he meant to you.”

you don’t hear much of what she says after that. the memories flood your mind—tux as a kitten, chasing your shoelaces, curling up on your lap during rainy days, purring so loud it felt like he was trying to comfort you. he’d been your companion through so much, and now he was gone.

tears spill down your cheeks before you even realize it. you manage to mumble a shaky goodbye to your mom before hanging up and curling into yourself on the couch, sobbing quietly into a throw pillow.

when jude comes home two hours later, you don’t even hear the door open. you’re in the bedroom now, curled up in bed with the lights dimmed, your tears soaking into the pillow.

“baby?” His voice carries through the apartment, but you don’t respond. “y/n?”

he steps into the bedroom a moment later, and his expression softens immediately when he sees you. “hey…” His gym bag drops to the floor as he crosses the room. “what’s going on? love, i’m sorry about the argument. i never meant—”

you shake your head, not trusting your voice to answer.

jude doesn’t hesitate. he sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently brush the hair from your face. “talk to me,” he pleads, his voice lower now, filled with concern.

your lip trembles as you finally manage to get the words out. “tux… he died.”

the weight of your grief is palpable in the air between you, and jude doesn’t say anything for a moment. he just leans in, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. his embrace is warm, steady, and exactly what you need.

“i’m so sorry,” he murmurs into your hair. “i know how much you loved him.”

you cling to him, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie as you let yourself cry. he holds you tighter, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

after a while, your sobs begin to subside, and jude pulls back just enough to look at you. “have you eaten?”

you shake your head.

“okay,” he says gently. “stay here. i’ll be right back.”

he disappears into the kitchen, and you hear the sounds of cupboards opening and closing, the faint hum of the microwave, and the clinking of dishes. when he returns, he’s holding a tray with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, a bowl of popcorn, and a small plate of cookies.

jude sets the tray on the nightstand before sitting down beside you again. “here you go, love,” he says, handing you the mug first.

the warmth of it seeps into your hands, and you take a small sip. it’s sweet and comforting, the perfect antidote to the heaviness in your chest. “thank you,” you whisper.

jude smiles softly, brushing his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear. “anything for you.”

he waits until you’re finished drinking, then helps you settle back against the pillows, pulling the blanket over both of you.

“remember when you showed me that picture of tux wearing that ridiculous santa hat?” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

you manage a small laugh, the memory of tux glaring at you with the little red hat perched crookedly on his head flashing through your mind. “he hated that thing.”

“but he put up with it for you,” jude says, smiling. “that cat loved you so much.”

you nod, your chest tightening again, but this time the tears that fall feel a little less heavy.

jude pulls you closer against him. his fingers find their way into your hair, gently combing through the strands as he places soft kisses on your temple and cheek every few minutes.

and as you lie there in his arms, the ache in your chest begins to feel just a little bit lighter.

#trentsgirl—work! 🪐⋆｡°✩#jude bellingham #football imagine #football x reader #football #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham!husband #jude bellingham imagine #football fanfic #football fluff #football angst #england football #football fantasy #football players #fanfic rec🦢

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