#well hello mr bicep

[thelunarbar]

[slut4thebroken]

Needs

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Pairing | Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary | Tommy’s been so busy with work that he’s been neglecting your needs… So you come up with a plan to finally get some attention.

Warnings | Smut, semi public sex, rough sex, spanking, creampie, degradation, humiliation, praise, brat taming, gunplay, established relationship.

Words | 2.3 k

Notes | I feel like I still don’t really have his characterization down tbh :/ oh well😭

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Smut prompts 4. "what would they think if they saw you right now?" 36. “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” 48. “no panties. you need me that bad?” 50. “i bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. we’ll see how cute you look later when i get you home” 52. “you keep acting like a brat and i’ll take you over my knee right here. i don’t care how many people are watching” 75. "You wanted this. You can take it."

This definitely was not your proudest moment… but you’re pent up and Tommy has been too busy to take care of you for almost two weeks now. You’re desperately craving some rough, hard fucking. And you know exactly how to get it.  

Placing your hand on the man’s bicep, you laughed along with his “joke” and glanced at Tommy from across the room. He still hadn’t noticed you yet and you prayed he would soon because you’ve never met a man more bland and boring than the one in front of you. He’s also either completely stupid, or just doesn’t know that you’re with Tommy since he’s openly flirting with you. 

“You know, you truly are very beautiful.” He said, the joking tone now completely gone. 

“Oh- thank you..” You smiled, trying not to cringe. 

“May I dance with you?” You glanced at Tommy again— still nothing. 

“Sure.” He led you over to the center of the room and grabbed your hand, placing his other hand on your back, far too low. He started up another conversation and all you could do was nod or hum in agreement, too focused on looking at Tommy every chance you had. 

When you finally, finally met his gaze.. you immediately recognized his expression. You forced your eyes back on the man in front of you and smiled, trusting that Tommy would be over here any second now. 

“Hello, darling.” You stopped and tried not to smirk as you turned around. Tommy was looking between you and the man who quickly let go of you and stepped back. 

“Mr. Shelby.” He greeted, giving an awkward smile. He looked between the two of you and seemed to suddenly understand the situation. His smile slowly dropped as he took another step back. “I- I’m going to..” 

“Yeah, you do that.” Tommy sneered, waiting until the man scurried away before turning to you. He didn’t bother asking before grabbing your hand and pulling you into him by your lower back. 

“I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you…” He murmured, making you smile a little. “We’ll see how cute you look later when we’re home.”

“We were just dancing.” You said, in a tone that implied that you weren’t just dancing. 

“Right.” He scoffed. 

“There’s no need to get insecure, Tommy.” You said innocently, watching as his cheeks tensed when he clenched his jaw. His piercing blue eyes practically stared through you and if it were anyone else, they would’ve backed down immediately. 

“You keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my knee right here. I don’t care how many people are watching.” He spoke in a low, menacing voice, making your stomach flutter. 

“Really? You’re not too busy for that?” You snarked and his expression shifted into one of realization, then amusement.

“Is that what this is about? My girl is a bit needy so she turns into a whore?” As soon as he started teasing, you knew you had to do more for this plan to actually work. 

“Screw you.” You spat, pushing him back by his chest. His eyes darkened and without paying any attention to the people who were now watching this encounter, he grabbed your wrist and started dragging you somewhere. “Let go!” You tried yanking yourself free, but his grip wouldn’t budge. He pulled you through a few hallways until you reached the kitchen, then shoved you into the room and slammed the door shut. 

“Quit it. I won’t tell you again.” He warned. 

“I didn’t even do anything! You’re the one who made a scene and dragged me away from the party.” 

“Oh, I made a scene?” He chuckled and you clenched your jaw, letting out a heavy breath through your nose. “Does no cock for less than two weeks really turn you into a complete brat?” He was still so fucking amused, so you shoved his chest again. He suddenly gripped your neck and pushed you back a few steps until you hit the counter. “I said quit it.” He growled, tightening his grip on your neck. 

“Fucking make me, Thomas.” You spat, purposefully using his full name. 

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter right now… Don’t push your luck.” 

“Oh, are you? Do you even have time for that?” You don’t think you’ve ever sounded more bratty before in your life. 

“Fine. You want to be fucked?” He quickly spun you around and pushed your chest down onto the counter, then bunched your dress up, letting it rest on your back. “Really, no panties? You need it that bad?” He snickered, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You don’t regret your decision to go without them though. 

The sound of clothes rustling as he opened his pants had you squeezing your thighs together, eager for what was to come. Without any warning he fully sheathed himself inside you, making you cry out and scramble for purchase on the counter. 

“Fuck! Tommy— what the hell?” He didn’t even give you a second to adjust before starting a brutal pace. Grabbing your hips tight enough to bruise, he bucked into you wildly with little care for your own pleasure. But for some pathetic reason that only made all of this hotter. “God- Tommy, slow down.” You whined, trying to squirm away. 

“You wanted this. You can take it." He gruffed, letting out quiet grunts now. Honestly, you’ve been a little horny since the moment you decided not to wear any underwear, but it’s been longer than usual since he’s been inside you and he didn’t do anything else to prep you, so the stretch burned a little. It was quickly turning into overwhelming pleasure though. When you reached a hand down to rub your clit, he twisted your arm behind your back almost painfully. 

“Brats don’t get to touch. You’ll be lucky if I decide to let you come at all.” You cursed under your breath and closed your eyes, only getting more worked up by his words and the way he said them. 

“Fine. When we’re done, we’ll go back out there and I’ll tell everyone about how Tommy Shelby can’t make a girl come.” You snarked. He pulled out with a low growl, making you smirk a little. You watched him walk across the kitchen, opening and closing drawers quickly. When he picked up a wooden spoon and started walking back over, you smirk dropped and you lifted yourself off the counter. “Tommy… Not here.” You warned, stepping away from him when he approached. 

“Get the fuck over the counter or I’ll make you.” When you didn’t move, he unholstered his gun and pointed it at you lazily. “Now.” Your eyes widened and you swallowed thickly, glancing between the weapon, the spoon, and his face. Even though you knew he’d never actually shoot you, the fear was still there. So you tentatively walked back over and leaned on the counter again. He lifted your dress, then immediately resumed fucking you, dragging the spoon over your ass to make you tense up. 

“I have responsibilities other than satisfying your needs.” He started, placing a firm smack on your ass with the spoon, making you curse loudly. “I run a business,” another smack, this one even harder, “I have a family…” The third hit brought tears to your eyes. “You are not my only priority, you understand?” You whimpered at the fourth smack, but even through all of this, he never stopped fucking you. 

“Answer me.” He growled, and this hit forced a choked sob out of you. 

“Yes! I- I understand.” You cried, clinging to the counter to ground yourself a little. 

“Your libido is inconsequential,” He continued, landing another hit on your already burning ass, “and I will not tolerate my woman acting like a whore because of it.” 

“Tommy..” You whimpered pathetically. 

“Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?” He spanked you twice in quick succession and you let your head fall onto the counter as a tear finally escaped your waterline. 

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed out, only crying harder when he hit you again. 

“Try again.” 

“I’m sorry, Tommy.” You whimpered. 

“Last fucking chance.” He spat, spanking you again. 

“I’m sorry for… acting like a whore.” You choked out and he landed one more hit on each cheek before dropping the spoon onto the counter. 

“There you go.” He cooed, rapidly snapping his hips into you, adding more pain to your already burning ass. “What would they think if they saw you right now?" He asked amusedly and you whined as your cheeks heated up. “Bent over some random rich asshole’s kitchen counter, getting spanked and fucked stupid…” 

“Tommy…” You whimpered, voice barely audible. Your hips were digging into the edge of the counter painfully and your legs were trembling from the intensity of the pain and pleasure. With each thrust, his balls were smacking your clit, teasing you with the slightest amount of touch where you really needed it. 

“From now on, when this cunt is needy, you come to me before whoring yourself around, got it?” You nodded desperately, feeling so close to pleasure that was just out of reach. 

“Yes— yes.” You choked out. “Please, Tommy, I can’t take this.” Your voice was a weak whimper and you hoped it’d be enough to get him to cave. 

“Do you need to come, darling?” He cooed mockingly, making you frown a little. 

“Yes! Please make me come,” 

“You can come. But you’re not using your hands.” He said cruelly. 

“Tommy, please..” You whined, needing more. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you though. 

“Better hurry too cause I’m getting close.” He chuckled quietly, obviously enjoying your suffering. 

“I can’t! Please!” You can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve been able to come from penetration alone. 

“Do you need help, my love?” He asked softly, voice contrasting his actions as he fisted your hair and yanked your body up until your back was against his chest. The cold barrel of his gun dragged down your cheek, making you stiffen and close your eyes with a strangled whimper. “Is this better?” You let out a choked sob even though, yes, it was helping you get closer to the edge. “You’re trembling… Like a little lamb.” He murmured against your ear, sounding uncharacteristically endeared. 

“Tommy..” You whispered, unconsciously flinching away from the gun. 

“Are you scared?” He whispered back and you just barely nodded in response. “Good girl. I like you like this.” He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and you mewled, feeling your orgasm barreling toward you. He never stopped thrusting, but based on his breathing and the quiet sounds he was making, you knew he was close. Which meant that if you wanted to come, you had to do it now. His lips moved down to your neck and began kissing and licking the sensitive skin, occasionally sucking it into his mouth to leave a mark. 

“Come on, love. Drench my fucking cock, I know you can do it.” The gun brushed over your trembling lips teasingly. “This cunt isn't useful to me if it can’t come.” The degrading words forced a strangled moan out of you. When he cocked the gun, your body immediately went completely rigid. “If it’s not useful, then I don’t need it...” He said coyly and you whimpered in response, feeling so incredibly close to release. 

“So be a good toy and let that cunt show me why I should keep you around.” That was all you needed to finally fall over the edge. You sobbed out a moan and your whole body tensed up, then started almost shaking as all of the tension was finally released. This was your first orgasm in almost two weeks and it had you struggling to breathe properly and keep yourself up with the way your legs were beginning to feel like jelly. 

“Good girl.. I got you.” He cooed, holding you in his arms but never faltering in the movements of his hips. “Let it all out, darling.” 

“Tommy.” You whimpered through all of the moaning. 

“I know. I know, love.” He whispered, holding you tightly. “Ready for my come?” His words made another strong wave of pleasure roll through you and you were mumbling out incoherent pleas before you could stop yourself. You probably missed the feeling of him coming inside you the most out of everything. 

Without another word, his hips stuttered, then he bottomed out, pushing you almost painfully into the edge of the counter with a low groan. You whined at the faint feeling of his cock twitching inside you as he painted your walls with his come. He was grunting quietly, his breathing growing ragged and fanning your neck, getting you worked up again. But he was done far too soon. 

Panting quietly, he set his gun down on the counter, then kissed the crook of your neck, filling your stomach with butterflies. You loved his soft moments like this, especially after how rough and mean he was being. 

“Good girl…” He whispered. “So good for me.” Your cheeks heated up at the praise. 

“Don’t let me go, I’ll fall.” You warned quietly and he released of soft chuckle in response. 

“Lean over the counter, darling.” He murmured, giving one last kiss on your neck before letting you lean back down, resting most of your weight on it. He dragged out slowly, making both of you hiss at the sensitivity. “Fuck… I missed seeing this.” He groaned, enjoying the sight of your walls wrapped around his length. 

You whimpered in pain when he grabbed your sore ass and pulled you open to get a better view of your fluttering holes and his come leaking out. At the first sight of it though, he kicked your legs together, making it drip down your thighs instead. 

“Tommy...” You whined and he gave a teasing slap to your ass as he let out a half hearted chuckle, then pulled your dress back down. 

“Try not to leak all over the floor, love. I’m not sure how you’ll be able to explain that.” 

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Platonic

part 6

summary: When Lando's "playboy" image is setting a bad reputation for him. He turns to the person the trust most in this world for help.

pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader

warnings: none

part 5

AN: Before we start I do want to say that I’m sorry for how this story has turned out, I’m lowkey hating it but i will come back with a better story soon. If anyone has any longer stories they would like to see, then please leave it in my submissions box, in my comments and/or feel free to message me privately. I also apologies about the wait for this. Sorry guys and thank you.

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Lando had woken first, the light of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains. He stretched over you, smiling to see you still asleep against him.

He kissed your head before sneaking out of bed, this was the first morning in a while that Lando woke up feeling refreshed and confident for the race, he was also early, early enough to make you breakfast.

He reached for the t-shirt that lay on the floor beside him before trotting his way to the kitchen. He began by making you both coffee before moving onto toast.

"Good morning" you said with a smiles, your voice still rough from just waking up "Well hello there princess, what woke you up?" he asks holding your hand that wrapped around his waist from behind

"The beautiful smell of coffee, and the cold bed. You're up early is everything okay?" you question, resting your head on his back "I'm feeling so good, about today, I got the best sleep last night, we've got so much time before we need to leave too" he smiles buttering your toast and sticking it in your mouth

You smile, taking it out your mouth “I’m glad” you say chewing covering a hand over your mouth “Are Max and Pietra awake?”

“I don’t think so” he smiles leaning down to kiss you

Neither you or Lando had mentioned all the kisses throughout the weekend, the ones in public and in private, but you were both enjoying whatever was going on.

“So today, I was thinking of wearing my new white summer dress, what do you think?” you tell him, sitting on the chair next to him “The one that you ordered last week?”

“Yeah”

“That’s nice, I like that” he nods pulling your legs up on top of his

--

Lando had decided to match your all white outfit today, he held your hand tightly entering the paddock, pulling you closer to him as people rushed by.

You could sense the rise of Lando's nerves, in attempt you comfort him you put your free hand on his bicep

"How are you feeling today Mr Pole Sitter?" Ted Kravitz asks walking up to you both with the camera crew in front of you "Feeling good, hopefully can perform well enough to get the win, got a lot of support here so it would be good to put a smile on peoples faces”

“And you’ve also got that support of your lovely best friend too” he nods and you and you smile at him “Yeah I love having my girlfriend at races with me, she’s my biggest supporter so”

“Oh i’m sorry i didn’t realise that you were finally in a relationship” he apologises “congratulations to you both”

You both thank him before heading into the McLaren garage, stopping to say hello to everyone

"I'm glad to see you here, I've missed you the full weekend" Will smiles opening his arms "Glad to see you too" you hug him "Stealing my girlfriend now are we?" Lando jokes wrapping an arm around your waist

"Wouldn't dream of breaking you two up, feeling good about today?" he asks Lando "Good aren't you" you answer before Lando says something negative "Yep all good" he rolls his eyes "Hey! I'm going to the bathroom, make sure I've not got moody Lando" you kiss him before leaving him with Will

"You're kissing now" Will smirks "I mean, yeah" Lando shrugs "There's no cameras about" the engineer pushes "We've actually had a few kisses back home" Lando says hiding a smile

"Well it's been a long time coming, just make sure your heads in the game today. I'm happy for you though" he pats Lando's shoulder "Trust me, that girl is the reason I'm feeling even the littlest bit confident today"

"Really?" Will asks turning to face him "Well yeah, she's the only one that really understands me. I just love her so much" he blushes

"So you're in love with her"

"What? No I'm not?" Lando scoffs "The way you talk about her is the way I first talked about my wife, now we have a child together. You need to realise how you feel about her without people telling you"

"And if I admitted I was in love with her?"

"Then you should tell her, the way she looks at you is the way Hayley looked at me. Get yourself ready mate"

Lando sighed, looking at Will one last time before heading to his drivers room where you were sat "Hi pretty boy, I've left your shirt out, your hats there too" you point to his chair

"Thank you, are you going to chill in here until the race?" he asks taking his shirt off "Yeah, I'm going to wait on Max and Pietra. I'll be watching"

"Good, I'll see you later. Let me know if you're going anywhere" he says leaning down "I will" you lean up to kiss him "Bye" he shouts leaving the room

-

As it got closer to lights out Lando walked around the garage talking to everyone he needed to, he sat with Will for a while before he needed to get into the car.

As he approached you, you knew what was coming. The dreaded moment you had before every single race.

“Be safe, I love you” you tell him, wrapping your arm around his waist “I promise I will. I love you too” he says holding out his pinky finger. You link yours with his and both of you kiss your hands.

He hugs you tightly, kissing your head before moving down to your lips.

“Come home”

“I always do” he winks before getting in the car

It never got any easier, it hadn’t since he first started in 2019. Watching him leave the garage not knowing what where he was going to finish after the race and your worst fear it he didn’t finish at all.

Max stood beside you, putting on a headset, in a selfish way you were glad he wasn’t racing anymore, it means you didn’t have to worry about two people, but you knew Max wished he continued, he could have made it to Formula 1.

“He’ll win” Max wraps an arm around your shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly “I know” you smile

“I just wish he knew that” he nods to Lando’s car on the screen “He’ll see what we see one day”

The race was tense, within the first lap six cars had locked up and people were losing positions. The upside to it was Lando keeping his place and Oscar moving up to P2, getting out of the mess without harm.

You could feel your heart beating against your chest, fighting to leave your body as the last lap of the race came closer.

Two laps to go.

He was seconds ahead of the cars behind him.

One lap to go.

The crew ran across to the pit wall, as Lando approached the final corner, as he crossed the line you could hear him screaming down the head set.

Your eyes filled up with tears, you turned to Max as he engulfed you in a hug jumping up and down.

As he came down the pit lane, you threw your head set off, pushing through the crowd of papaya to the front where Zak was.

He stood on the top of the car, throwing his hands in the air while everyone around you cheered. He took his helmet off running and jumping into the crowd of McLaren and eventually he was pulled to the other side of the barrier

“Where is she?” you saw Lando looking around, when he spotted you, he lifted you up hugging you tightly “I’m so proud of you Lando, you don’t know it”

“You’re the best, I love you, I love you so much”

“It was you that did it baby, get on the podium and get drenched in champagne”

He leans down kissing you before jumping over the barrier again. You let the nickname slip, you didn’t mean to say it but the way it made you feel was so good, it felt as if it was normal.

The media covered up how Lando felt about it, the way he was yapping in his interviews when the only thing he could think about was you and the nickname. “Baby” he wishes he could get used to that.

part 7

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reader getting absolutely destroyed by gojo, toji, getou, and nanami😇

A SEX FEST x M!Reader (featuring Getou, Gojo, Toji)

Smut

As the phone rang that was seated on top of the table, Gojo whistles to a tune he created on the spot as he picked up the phone and placed the it near his ear. "Hello~ This is Gojo speaking." He spoke in a singy-song voice as a light chuckle moves past his lips.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, good morning. I would like to ask if Y/N is with you? He told me that he would be there at your house for a very important tutor lesson." A boy's voice spoke from the other end of the line as Gojo begins to play with the telephone's cable, twirling it around his finger.

One side of Gojo's lips move upward upon hearing your name, as he kept his composure and spoke as poised as he can, being known as one of the most prim and proper teacher in their school. "Yes, he is." He replied, eyeing the scene unfolding on his bed through the side of his eyes.

"Oh, can I have him over the phone please? I would just like to talk to him about something." The male spoke, Gojo's smirk just growing wider, if possible.

Gojo pops his tongue and replies with sinister laced in his voice. "Of course, give me a minute."

He passes the phone over to you, whilst you covered your mouth trying to restrict any sound of sex satisfied noise from ever coming out of your mouth as Toji holds you down in place like you are some kind of sex toy or fleshlight, drilling his cock in you roughly. "R-Ryuuji? What is it?" You tried to answer the phone with all the strength left in you, but you accidentally drop the phone as Toji pulls your body back towards him, Gojo getting the phone from where it fell and ends the call after telling your brother that you are busy. "F-Fuck, yes, sir. Fuck me, fuck me good!" You moaned out, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, your eyes hanging out of your mouth in pure bliss.

"Huu, yes, kiddo. I'll fucking give you what you want." Toji groans out, gritting his teeth as he fastened his pace, his strong arms holding you in place, your own strengh nothing compared to his, letting yourself just melt into lust and left your body to be used at his own advantage. "That's what I love about you, kid. You're a really good cum dumpster." He degrades you, the word enough to drive you crazy as you felt a very familiar coil in your stomach.

"S-Sir! AH, FUCK! NNGGH! I'M CUMMING!!" You let out, holding onto the adult male's biceps, but your pleasure is not long lived when you feel something wrap around the base of your cock, making you whimper as your climax got rejected. "N-No! NNYAH!" You moan in pleasure, but the noises was too much for Getou that he pulls your head by your hair and inserts his fat dick in your mouth to cover the irritating sounds coming out of your mouth.

"Didn't actually perceive you as a person who likes noisy bitches like this slut, Toji." Getou comments as the male starts to fuck your mouth without even giving you a proper warning, holding onto your throat with one hand. "Hm, fuck. Well, I say this one's a little different. Bitch knows how to use his mouth." He said, howling in pleasure when you start twirling your tongue around his thick rod. Getou pushes his head back, letting Toji's thrusts be a moderator to your head sucking his cock.

"Careful boys. I still haven't had my turn yet." Gojo stated, pushing down the glasses he had on a little as he smirks, finding your fucked up state a total turn on. It is as though you are purposely seducing him, which you are. You tap on Getou's thigh to signal him that you wanted to say something, the male groaning in annoyance as he pulled out.

"S-Sir Gojo, my ass still feels empty even w-with sir Toji's cock in me." You said, which made Toji stop his movements, his pride being stepped on at your words. He lets out a dark chuckle, dropping his head low. "Please, fill me up, sir Go—AAH!" You're cut through your words when Toji suddenly starts fucking you roughly, practically just vibrating in your place.

"You fucking slut! You could have just asked Gojo, not say shitty words and hurt my ego." Toji grunted in anger, using you to let his frustration out. I mean you are the reason he is angry right now, so you basically deserved getting your brain completely fucked out.

Gojo stifles a laugh before he joins you, Getou, and Toji in bed. "Don't worry, hon. We'll have our own little fun time once they're done with you." Gojo smirks, before he got out of the bed and moves towards his own room, leaving you to be a mess with his co-teachers.

[whorediaries-09]

hey I love your writing. I’d love if you could do like a James potter x reader where James is smoking and reader finds it really hot and has maybe there in public so she’s just sitting there really turned on and can’t do anything about it ??

hello, love! do you mind if i take a piece of your mind because this idea had me reeling. hehe, thank you for sending in the request!

can't you see, you're meant for me?

pairing- bsfdad!james potter x reader warning(s)-suggestive content, cigarettes. a/n- i'm a sucker for dilf james...sorry not sorry.

ps- this is very short :p. lmk if ya'll would like a part two hehe.

little train

you shouldn't be thinking about his biceps. not when you're out and about in public. but still, your mind doesn't stop reeling. you watch the sun rays reflect on his brown skin, reflecting the stretch marks he's got on his arms. they're beautiful, you think, as the veins pop from within his skin. he inhales another puff from the cigarette, watching as the smoke ascends into the sky.

'want one, love?' he asks.

'no mr. potter,' he huffs.

'i've asked you so many times to not call me that. you know you can call me james,'

'ah-okay, james, i don't want a cigarette.' he laughs.

'i don't think i'd be able to handle two stoners either ways.'

you're listening to him intently. at least that's what he thinks.

your mind however in occupied in the idea of having his hand wrap around your throat, as he'd push you to the wall, kissing you harsh. you imagine his fingers exploring every bit of your bare skin, with his rough calloused hands. you'd let him, happily. and even if deep down you know it was wrong to be fantasizing about your best friend's dad.

god, you couldn't help yourself.

'love, are you listening?' he asked, apparently caught up on the way you'd zoned out. you'd been practically zoned out, mesmerized by his biceps. he threw the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with the sole of his shoe.

you'd been caught. fuck.

'you seem lost, are you okay?' he said, moving towards you. he was wearing a compression sleeveless shirt paired with gray sweatpants. the ultimate outfit to get you reeling and drooling over him.

'i-ah- i zoned out, james. i'm okay,'

he didn't buy your lie. instead, he offered you a wicked smile.

'you are?'

'totally,' you answered, overly cheerful.

'and i totally believe you.' you blushed, cursing yourself internally.

'now tell me, what is your pretty mind thinking about?' he said, moving closer. you stammered, taking a few steps back.

'i-i'm just thinking about-'

'about?' he knew what you'd been thinking about. you could see it in his eyes. in his soft hazel eyes there was a twinge of malice, a twinge of mischief which you could recognize so well. and god forbid it made you so weak in the knees. you closed your eyes, trying to let your heart stop before you spoke the next words,

'you know what i'm thinking about, james.' he smiled lopsidedly, as if greatly amused, running his tongue over this upper row of teeth.

'do i now, love?'

'i think so, yes.' even if you're faking your confidence, he can right see through your act. he can see you crumbling from within as he towers over you, asking you mundane questions. and god does he love the effect he has on you.

he tests the waters, his palm coming closer to your face. you lean towards it, but just as your face is about to touch the crevice of his palm, your best friend shouts,

'oi! papa! i'm coming,' you jump away from him as harry comes running towards james. in your head, you hate how harry came in and ruined the moment. but you're also grateful because you didn't think you'd be able to control yourself if he held your face. however, it was safe to say the ride back home was more torturous than ever.

he kept tapping his fingers on the passenger's seat while he drove, seemingly nonchalant. but boy both of you knew it drove you fucking crazy.

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[wonwoosstuff]

Mr. Muscle | Seungcheol x fem.reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend loves flaunting his strength at every chance. You, on the other hand, consider yourself quite skilled at pretending not to be bothered—or at least you used to think so. Now, you find yourself in a playful tug-of-war between resisting and succumbing to the undeniable charm of his displays of strength.

Genre: fluff, pet names, sexual tension, pet names, praising, reader is thirsty over her man, reader is shorter than him, gf-bf- dynamic, protective Cheol, established relationship

A/N: Not proofread!

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You strolled through the park with your boyfriend Seungcheol, the sun casting a warm glow on their surroundings. Seungcheol, unable to resist the temptation, spotted a pull-up bar and flexed his muscles.

"Watch this, darling!" He effortlessly pulled himself up, showcasing his strength. Maintaining an air of nonchalance, you raised an eyebrow. "Impressive, but can you do it with one hand?"

Seungcheol, always up for a challenge, accepted with a smirk. "Of course."

You couldn't help but crack a smile. This made Seungcheol so much more attractive. You didn’t like when men bragged too much about their strength but he was definitely an exception.

"Okay, fine, you win this one."

Seungcheol grinned, basking in his victory.

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“Home sweet home”, Seungcheol exclaimed after entering your apartment. “Well that was a nice stroll.” You said and smiled at him.

Your boyfriend hummed in agreement and joined you in the kitchen. He hugged you from behind kissing your nape: “What’re you doing?”

“I need to prepare dinner, baby. It’s 7:30.” You answered.

“Oh well… uh” Seungcheol stopped for a moment. “What is it, Cheollie?”

“Me and the boys wanted go to the gym together and exercise a bit…”

“And?”

“There’s no and. That’s it”

“I mean why is it bothering you?”

“Baby, I wanted to help you out with cooking dinner.” Seungcheol looked at you worriedly. His eyes turning into big puppy like pupils.

You could eat him right now and then. “Cheol, you are the cutest, do you know that?” While turning around you pinched both of his cheeks and pecked his lips right after.

“You can go! It’s fine. I’ll be okay.” You assured him.

“Hm, okay. Call me when you need something.”

Oh, how sweet of him, you thought. However you were sure that there wasn’t anything you would have to deal with. Or was there?

Of course there had to be something you had to deal with.

A jar of pickles didn’t want to open. You’ve been trying to open it for the past half hour. Knives, Spoons, Forks, Spatulas- no material existing in your apartment worked on the stubborn lid.

Now you had no other choice but to wait for your boyfriend to come back home.

“Ugh, maybe I should hit the gym as well.”

“What?” you were greeted with a familiar sounding chuckle. Seungcheol was back home and he was sweating.

Sweaty Seungcheol was your biggest weakness. You couldn’t help but continue to thirst over the man mentally. The thought of him punishing you with his sweaty black hair, veiny arms and thick biceps made your folds clench.

“Earth to y/n? Are you there? Hello?” You were brought back to reality.

“Oh, uh yeah I’m back. I mean uh-“ you were interrupted by your boyfriend’s laugh. He kissed your temple followed by a hug: “Why are you so cute today? By the way the food smells so good. I could smell it from the first floor.” You grinned proudly. “Must be my cooking skills. Oh and Cheol, you’re sweaty. Please stop hugging me.”

Seungcheol pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a wry smirk gracing his lips. He knew exactly what you were thinking about two minutes ago.

One thing you unequivocally despised was your boyfriend's uncanny ability to effortlessly decipher your thoughts. While such insight could prove beneficial, this time, it made you feel uneasy.

“Why are you smirking?”

“Since my princess wants me to take a shower I will gladly do so.” Great, he avoided your question.

Seungcheol disappeared in the bathroom and came back ten minutes later. He was watching you struggling to open a jar of pickles which made him chuckle and reflect on the “I should hit the gym as well” sentence that you brought up.

“Let me open that jar for you,” he said approaching you. Seungcheol took the jar out of your hands and gave it a try.

Without much effort he opened the lid that frustrated you one hour ago.

"Strength comes in handy, doesn't it?"

Determined not to be swayed you rolled your eyes. “Anyone could’ve opened that jar.”

“Clearly” he answered sarcastically.

Seungcheol, undeterred, decided to take a more subtle approach. As you walked away, he subtly draped an arm around your waist, showcasing a different kind of strength—gentleness.

You were caught off guard and a blushing mess. Hiding in his chest you said: “You know, you don’t always have to show off your strength.”

Seungcheol, with a soft smile, replied, "I just want to be your strong support, even if it means flexing a bit.”

“Fine, Mr. Muscle. Just promise not to crush me with your strength.”

Seungcheol chuckled, wrapping you in a reassuring hug.

"Deal. I'll save the strength for opening stubborn jars and protecting your heart."

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This man has my heart ❤️ I want to write a smut version of this. Should I?

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees. ( chrono || non-chrono )

And they must have a Clark. Kon can’t imagine how they couldn’t. 

He can’t imagine how anywhere couldn’t, if it came to it. 

Yeah, that’s a healthy thought, Kon reflects resignedly as Alfred shuts the car door and goes around to the driver’s side to slip into his own seat. Alfred starts the engine and pulls out of his parking spot, and Jon nervously grips Kon’s sleeve. He twists his wrist to grab the kid’s hand, and immediately ends up with Jon pressed completely against his side and resuming his earlier sniffling buried against his bicep. It’s whatever, obviously; Kon figures if the kid cries on the suit a bit, he can just get it . . . dry-cleaned, he guesses? Probably this is a dry-cleaning thing? 

God, who knows, Tim got the damn thing for him. It might need to be cleaned by a hyper-specific radiation or fresh water from snowmelt on the Alps or a custom-designed spray from the Batcave, for all he friggin’ knows. 

“Hello, Mr. Kent,” Alfred says as soon as the aid workers on the street have directed the towncar out of the immediate area of the refugee camp, his voice wryly but politely amused, and Kon feels an immediate rush of relief. Thank fuck, yeah, okay. Not that he really thought Alfred of all people thought he was actually a version of Batman, just . . . yeah. Just–yeah. It’s a relief. “Dare I ask why you informed the aid workers that you were Master Bruce?” 

“I did not, but I winked at a pretty lady while wearing a very expensive suit and holding a traumatized kid, so apparently some assumptions were made,” Kon admits sheepishly, and Alfred’s mouth quirks in the rearview mirror. 

“Do tell,” he says. 

“Please tell me Batman isn't gonna pull the ‘no outside capes in Gotham’ card over this,” Kon says, dragging a hand through his hair and slightly wrecking the carefully slicked-back style he had it in. At this point, he does not care. “My Batman knew I was in town.” 

“Oh, did he?” Alfred asks, still seeming wryly amused. 

“Mine too!” Jon blurts, straightening up a little as he leans back a bit from Kon. He keeps a hand on his arm, but Kon figures that’s no surprise. He’s a pretty familiar face, considering. Like, double-familiar, in a sense. 

“Ah, yes,” Alfred says, glancing carefully at Jon in the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry, young man. May I inquire after your name?” 

Well, shit, Kon thinks as Jon wilts immediately and tightens his grip on his sleeve, then buries his face in his bicep again. Not ideal, probably. At least, explaining Jon as a person is probably gonna be a whole thing, and not a thing the local Batman is gonna be thrilled to hear. 

Could be worse, admittedly. Could be “oh, Lex Luthor cooked me up in a basement”. 

Yeahhhhh. Well, at least Alfred actually recognized him, so apparently he does exist here. So like, at least they’ve only got to get through one of those explanations. 

“Jon Kent,” Jon says quietly, and Alfred . . . pauses. Kon does not let himself wince or look guilty or anything even remotely similar. Look, he’d have forewarned them if he’d had the option, okay? 

“I see,” Alfred says carefully. “May I inquire, young Mr. Kent, as to who your father might happen to be?” 

“Clark Kent,” Jon says, his voice still quiet and grip on Kon’s sleeve probably at hydraulic-press levels by now. “And my mom's Lois Lane.” 

“Ah,” Alfred says. “Please don't take this question the wrong way, young man, but would you happen to be adopted?” 

“No,” Jon says, setting his jaw stubbornly. 

“I see,” Alfred says. Kon–sighs, for lack of a better idea, and just wraps his arm around Jon. 

“I got you, Jonno,” he says, trying to sound reassuring. He’s not as good at that as Clark is, which is immediately proven by Jon tearing up and just clinging to him, full super-strength and all. A less invulnerable version of him would definitely bruise. 

And literally any baseline human would get their fucking spine crushed.

“I’m not dangerous,” Jon mutters. “And I’m not gonna hurt anybody. You know I wouldn't, right? I–I know you haven't had me yet in your reality, but–” 

Wait. 

What? 

“–but I'm not bad, I wouldn't hurt anyone, I promise, you know you and Mom wouldn't ever have a kid who was bad!” Jon chokes past an almost-sob, and Kon’s stomach sinks like a rock. 

Okay. Jon does not, in fact, have a version of him in his reality. 

Fuck. 

Also, apparently has some really concerning ideas about biological determinism and nature versus nurture and whatever else, but like, he’s like ten, that’s–normal, or whatever, that’s–

Fuck. 

“Jon, kiddo, no, I’m not–” he tries, and then the car dashboard lights up with a low, melodious sound, and Alfred presses a button on the steering wheel. 

“Report,” Batman’s voice says neutrally from the speakers, and Kon immediately winces. 

Well, this is gonna go just great, isn’t it. 

“Well, it seems Batman doesn't yet have to worry about an interdimensional territory dispute,” Alfred informs him dryly. “Superman, however . . .” 

Fuck his entire fucking life, Kon thinks. 

So much for not having to give both of the awkward explanations. 

“. . . Kent,” Bruce says, sounding immediately exasperated and also way less “Batman”, which Kon wishes he could assume were a good sign. “Why the hell did you tell the aid workers you were me?”

[auras-moonstone]

hello there could i request jack x actress!reader where they’re co-stars on a show or film and they obviously have feelings for each other but it’s like “everyone knows about it BUT them” kinda thing lmao they act like a couple but neither of them has brought the subject up

let’s just say they were nominated for an oscar and at the vanity fair after party jack’s talking to a girl when he sees the reader talking dancing a little too close to an actor (who’s literally just a friend) and he just goes up to them like “hey can i steal you for a second? great thanks lets go” and just drags her to a more private part (maybe a romantic balcony?) and he’s like “wtf was that???” and she’s like “well i can ask u the same mr.” and it’s just angry love confession and they kiss (no smut pls!!) please and thank you so much 😁

angry confessions are the best😫 hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻

you belong with me — jack champion

word count: 1,729

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack belong together and, while everyone knows it, they acknowledged it. though, at the vanity fair party, the very awaited thing happens.

EVERYONE JUST KNEW Y/N AND JACK BELONGED TOGETHER. And every person who knew them agreed in something—it was very frustrating to see them act like a couple and completely deny there was something going on between them.

The cast of Avatar watched their bond born and blossom. It had been two years since they finished filming that movie, and the cast thought that, by now, they had already admitted their feelings, as they continued to work together after Avatar. And, by the way they were acting around each other throughout the Oscar ceremony, they were sure they were finally a couple.

“Holy shit, Jack, Andrew Garfield is two tables away from us” she said excitedly. “Oh god, is that Margot Robbie? Jack please pinch me I think I just saw Robert Pattinson, also known as the love of my life”.

“I’m not going to pinch you, and your fan girl side is absolutely adorable” Jack said, leaving a kiss on her nose. Y/N laughed and hid her heated cheeks on Jack’s neck.

“I’m so happy for you two!” Zoe told them. The whole table was looking at them as if they were the most adorable creatures in the world.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked confused.

“It was very obvious, you two had always acted like a couple around set. We all knew you would eventually get together” Sam said.

“Oh! No, we are not together. We’re just friends. And we do not act like a couple” Y/N said. The whole table let out a groan.

“I can’t with these two anymore” Stephen sighed.

Jack and Y/N exchanged glances, but said nothing, letting the ceremony continue.

AT THE END OF THE CEREMONY, THEY ENDED UP GOING TO THE VANITY FAIR PARTY. How could they not? Especially after Avatar won an Oscar. They had to celebrate. And above all, Y/N and Jack wanted to get Zoe’s words out of their minds.

“Y/N?” a voice that sounded familiar asked. The girl turned her head around to see one of her ex co-stars, Nick.

“Oh, god. Nick! Hi. It’s been so long” she said excited. He was one of the first people she worked with, and one of her first friends.

“You look amazing!” he said, looking at her emerald dress.

“Thank you, you too” Y/N smiled politely.

“Wanna dance?” Nick asked. Y/N looked around, Jack was supposed to bring some drinks, but he was nowhere to be seen. She was about to decline, when she caught his figure. Jack was talking with a very gorgeous girl, who had her hand on his bicep and was smiling at him in a flirty way.

“Actually, I’d love to” she clenched her teeth, eyes not leaving the scene as Nick led her to the dance floor.

“You okay?” Nick asked. Y/N blinked, finally looking at him. She faked a smile and nodded as they made a conversation.

Hearing Y/N’s laugh, Jack’s head turned around and closed his hand in a fist at the scene in front of him—his Y/N dancing with some boy and laughing at something he was saying. And his hand was on her waist. Her. Waist. Not caring about being polite to the nameless girl—who can’t seem to get her hand off his bicep—anymore, Jack marched towards the dance floor.

“Hey, can I steal you for a second?” Jack asked, not bothering to greet the boy dancing with Y/N. “Great thanks, let’s go” he said before Y/N could even open her mouth.

He led her to the large window at the end of the room, which led them to a beautiful antique balcony. “What the fuck was that?” Jack spat angrily once he closed the door, blocking the sound of the party. The chilly wind of the night embraced them.

Y/N looked at him in surprise, then in annoyance and crossed her arms in front of her chest “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“That… in there” his tone was hard “You were dancing with him, and giggling and flirting… what was that?”

Y/N scoffed “I could ask you the same question, mister. I mean, what was going on there between you and Mrs. Clingy?” her nose scrunched as the image of the girl touching Jack crossed her mind.

“Nothing was going on between me and-” he paused and frowned “Mrs. Clingy? What?”.

“Oh, Jack your hair looks so pretty tonight! Oh Jack, your suit is very stylish and the fabric is so soft! Can I touch it? Oh Jack, have you been going to the gym lately?” she imitated the girl’s pitched voice, while touching his arms “Holy fucking shit, the mice from Cinderella sound less annoying than her”

“That is not what she was saying at all!” Jack rolled his eyes. Lies, that kinda was how the conversation went “What about your boy, then? As if he wasn’t being all clingy, with his arms on your waist and showing you his charming smile, which in my opinion isn’t as charming as the girls on twitter say”.

The girl furrowed her eyes “The girls on-? never mind” Y/N sighed “We were literally dancing! What was he supposed to do with his hands?!” she exclaimed in a loud voice.

“Well, why were you dancing with him in the first place?” Jack asked, his tone matching hers.

Y/N moved her arms frenetically, it was something she did when she got frustrated “He’s my friend! We did a movie together a long time ago, we were catching up”

Jack let out a dry laugh “He sure as hell doesn’t want to be your friend”

“Oh, you read minds now!” she said sarcastically.

“I’m not stupid, I certainly can tell when a guy wants a girl”

“You’re totally wrong, but if he did, what is the problem?”

“There’s no problem!” he forced a laugh. “Why would there be a problem? You can flirt with whoever you want, dance with whoever you want, date whoever you want!”

“Then what is this discussion for?!” Y/N looked at him, she was basically breathing flames when she talked. “There clearly is a problem—you can flirt with girls but for some reason I can’t flirt with boys?? And you have to drag me away to cause a useless fight and can’t even tell me what’s the real reason”.

“So you were flirting!” Jack pointed an accusatory finger at her.

She let out a groan of irritation “That’s what you got from all that?! Really?! Why are you being so insufferable right now?”

“Because I fucking love you!” Jack’s statement was as loud as the beats of her heart when she took in his words. “And I can’t stand seeing you dance with him, looking so fucking angelic. It drives me nuts how he gets to hear you laugh and your sweet voice. I want you to dance with me, I want you to laugh with me, I want the hand on your waist to be mine… and you know what else I want?” he asked, his voice gradually lowered as he spoke, and now it was soft as silk. And his face was only inches away from hers. Y/N was speechless, so she just shook her head “I want to kiss you, and I want everyone to see—especially him”.

“You are so… frustrating” she sighed, now her tone was calmer “He is just my friend, I promise. And I don’t want anyone but you, Jack. Ever since I met you on set, you have been the only boy on my mind. I don’t care how charming his smile is” she said, and Jack whispered ‘not that charming’. “He is not you”.

Jack smiled at those last words. He brought his hand to the side of her face, to pull away a strand of hair that fell from her ponytail “I’m sorry for acting like a jealous boyfriend. I had no right, it just… it pissed me off as much as it scared me”.

“Scared you?” she asked confused, leaning into the softness of his palm.

“The thought of you being with someone else, and losing you before I even got to tell you how I felt… it scared me” he confessed.

Y/N basically threw herself in his arms “I love you, Jack. And I’m sorry too, I also acted like a jealous girlfriend. And if it makes you feel less guilty, I was two seconds away from leaving the place with brunette strands of hair as a trophy”

At that, Jack bursted out laughing “You remind me of that villain bunny from The secret life of pets”

“Jack!” she laughed, pushing his shoulder gently.

“You’re so cute. I love you” he smiled as he left short kisses on her cheeks.

“Just for the record, you are also the least intimidating-looking guy ever. You are literally a golden retriever”

He grimaced “I’m a cat person”

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling from ear to ear “Just kiss me, dork”.

Jack’s hands grabbed her cheeks as she raised her head to meet his lips. Their chests tightened as they became addicted to the softness of each other’s lips and the taste of cherry that Y/N’s chapstick provided. Her fingertips lost between his long curls as his traced circles on her blushed-covered cheeks.

They cursed the oxygen as they pulled away, breathless and complete mesmerised by the other, as if there were under the influence of some kind of spell. The magic broke with the sound of an opening door, and Y/N couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the sight of the brunette girl.

“Jack! I have been looking for you” her high pitch tone made Y/N’s jaw clench. “Oh, sorry. You don’t mind if I steal him, right?” she asked Y/N, a fake smile plastered on her face.

Y/N mimicked her smile “He’s busy right now. Come back never”

Jack tried not to laugh “Sorry, I want to be here with my girlfriend. There’s a guy on table 5 called Nick who is totally your type, though, you’ll like him”

The girl, clearly confused, turned around and left them alone. Y/N looked at Jack “Can we get out of here? I hate parties”.

“Sure, love. Movie and ice cream?” he asked, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers. Their hands, as always, fitted just right. Like they were made to go together, like they belonged together—just like Y/N and Jack.

Y/N smiled and kissed his knuckles “You know me so well, I love you”.

[dollsbakery]

hello, hope ur doin well

i saw some of ya stuff and liked it, and wanted to request a bakugo x reader w like a size kink ig

(idk specifics mb)

thank you

‘ Sweetheart ’ - Dilf!Bakugou x Reader

TW: NOT PROOF READ, Size Kink, Age Difference, Dilf!Bakugou, Manipulation, Exploiting, Slight Noncon, Creampie, Pinning, Penetration, Overstimulation, Cheating, Slight Daddy Kink, Degradation, Manhandling, Praise, Pet Names, Stomach Bulge

“No! I don’t know why you can’t see how wrong it is. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me when I have to tell my friends my girlfriend babysits a Pro Hero’s kid? You spend most of your time at fucking BaKuGo’S hOuSe! Fuck Y/N! It- It’s fucking wrong! I bet you’re fucking him, HAHA! I BET YOU ARE, AREN’T YOU!?”

You roll your eyes, humming along as your insecure boyfriend once again accuses you of fucking another man. Fuck, you may as well be a Porn star by the amount of men he claims you fuck. Besides, your job is not like that! Five days a week you go over to Mr Bakugou’s house, say a simple ‘Good Morning!’, see him off, and babysit his child all day. Sweet little Clem. She’s an adorable little doll, a kind five year old girl, who admires her Daddy very much. Now, you have to admit, Mr Bakugou is a very, handsome man, to say the least. You always shiver when you notice your eyes linger at his… massive arms, for a little too long. The way sweat drips down his husky chest when he gets home from work. The way said sweat makes his shirt cling to his defined abs.

“Y/N! ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTENING? YOU’RE A FUCKING SLU-“

You end the call.

Fuck.

You promised yourself you’d stop thinking about Mr Bakugou like that. For fuck sake, he’s like double your age! Even so, that doesn’t change how fucking fine that hunk of a man is. You sigh, rolling over in your bed as you look at your phone once more.

‘23:47’ It read.

You should probably get some sleep. With a heavy groan, you reluctantly set your alarm on your phone and turn to lie on your back.

Tapping your fingers in a random rhythm on your stomach, you devilishly bite your lip, slightly grinning through it. Your alarm will go off in seven hours, so theoretically… you have enough time for a quick stress relief session with that new Dynamite toy you just bought…

Pulling up to the luxurious and modern house, you step out your car and lock it with a smile.

‘I can’t wait to see Clem today, I’m sure she’ll love that new recipe I found’ you mumble to yourself. Ringing the doorbell, you stiffen up your posture and put on your most welcoming face. The door swings open to reveal a disheveled man.

Mr Bakugou’s still dressed in his sleepwear? His blonde fluffy hair is more a bundle of mess than it normally is. His black sleeveless tee hangs low on his chest, revealing his swell chest, and fucking bulky biceps. Fuck… he looks so good. He also looks… sweaty?

Seeing Mr Bakugou looking so dazed, sweaty, and unshaved for once (You’ve always loved his stubble) was almost too much.

“Good morning Sir, where’s Clementine?”

He bashfully rubs the back of his head, as he leans against his front door, looking down at you. Was he always this tall? You don’t remember ever having to look up at him.

“Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Clem’s spending the week at her Mom’s. That stupid woman decided she’s finally interested in our daughter.” He grumbled.

You pout slightly, you were really looking forward to spending time with Clem today.

“Oh no worries! Uhm, are you okay though? You seem a bit flustered..” the small question filled with genuine concern was enough to earn another grumble from Mr Bakugou.

“I’m fine sweet cheeks, no need to start doting over me.” He chuckles.

His morning voice is so fuckin raspy and deep. Fuck-

“Come in, the least I can do is make you some breakfast for making you get up so early.”

With a gentle smile, you enter the man’s home and make your way to the kitchen. Placing yourself on a stool at his beautiful island, you rest your cheeks on your hands and softly nibble on the inside of your cheek. Bakugou makes his way round to the other side of the kitchen and begins pulling ingredients out. Whilst cracking an egg on the rim of a bowl, Mr Bakugou looks up through his eyebrows towards you. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his hands.

‘His hands are huge compared to that bowl holy shit. He’s like a fuckin’ giant’

Your mind begins to talk and talk, as your eyes stare deeper and deeper at his veiny hands.

“Oi.”

Mr Bakugou breaks the silence.

“What’s up with you, hah?” He grins.

Fuck, did he catch you ogling him?

“Oh, uhm. Sorry. I’m a bit out of it today.. me and my boyfriend had an argument last night.”

Good save. If you could pat yourself on the back right now, you definitely would’ve. Mr Bakugou’s face turns sour, a scoff leaving his mouth. He makes his way round the island and stands behind you. Compared to you he really is a giant. His chest completely conceals you from whatever behind you. Slowly, he leans down, his hand making its way to your thigh, his mouth next to your ear.

“Y’know, I could treat you much better than your childish little boyfriend. Hm? I mean, could your little boyfriend do this?”

Before you could even think of a reply, he spins you round on the stool and lifts you onto his shoulder with a single arm. He chuckles at the squeal you let out, as your fists pound against his back.

“PUT ME DOWN! B-BAKUGOU!”

Using his free hand, he lays a single, harsh slap on your ass, instantly causing you to go limp in his hold.

“That’s Sir to you. Don’t you want a big, strong man to take care of you? Think about it sweetheart, you’d never have to lift a finger, anything you want you’d get. New dress? I’ll take you shopping. Your car broke down? I’ll fuckin’ buy you a whole dealership. Imagine it Princess, you could leave your immature, insecure, weak little boy toy, and be taken care of by a strong, rich man.”

Wiggling in his grip, your ass sways slightly, giving Bakugou a beautiful view as he tilts his head to the side to watch your futile struggles.

“I’ve seen how you look at me Princess. You think you’re slick? Hah, you may as well of just fingered your self in my bed and wait for me to get home and see you like that. You’ve done that before though, haven’t you? Bit of a dumb little slut sometimes hm? Forgot to change my sheets. Or did you leave that puddle there for me to find? I bet you did. Wanna be a little whore for Daddy? Yeah you do”

Two thick fingers begin rubbing your pussy through your leggings, causing you to grip onto the back of your bosses shirt.

“S-Sir! I- fuck~”

You whine, pushing your bottom half closer towards your bosses fingers.

Bakugou began rubbing faster, nudging your clit every so often. With each whine and moan you let out, the deeper his shit eating grin becomes.

“S-Bakugou! Please! I need to- I need to cum!” You cry, tears welling from your eyes.

“Cmon’ pretty girl. Cum for Daddy!”

His praise sends a shockwave through your pussy, as you dig your fingers into his lower back and cum through your panties and leggings.

“Atta’ girl, good~ slut.” He hums, as he carries you through his house and into his bedroom.

Gently, he places you down on his bed and begins stripping you down. Every time his hand went near your pussy, you whined from lack of attention, silently begging for more. Bakugou reaches under his bed and pulls out some red rope.

“Bakugou..?” You mutter.

He grins as he uses one hand to pin your arms above your head, and the other to skilfully wrap the rope around your wrists, binding them together. Instinctively, your earlier struggles return, as you begin to thrash around.

His hand slams down on your throat, pinning you down to the bed firmly with one movement.

“If you struggle one more time, I’ll beat your ass black and blue, understand?”

…

“Yes Sir.”

Bakugou hums in acknowledgment, as he reaches under his bed again and pulls out a vibrator.

“Please~” You sob. Bakugou grins.

“Please what? Use your words baby.”

“I want you! I want your dick not some stupid plastic vibrator!” You whine.

“You need to earn my dick. You’ll cum from this ‘stupid plastic’ toy as many times as i want, then you’ll have my fucking dick. Sluts don’t make orders, they listen and obey, yeah?”

You bite back another sob.

“Yes Sir…”

Flicking the vibrator on, he pushes it right up against your clit, causing you to instantly throw your head back.

“Please~ not there! Not- FUCK- NOT THAT QUICK! T-TURN IT DOWN!” You plead, your back arching to attempt and relieve your pussy from the torturing pleasure.

With a heavy growl, Bakugou places on hand on your stomach and pushes down, keeping you stiffly planted in place.

“Fuck, look at that. My hands big enough it almost covers the entirety of your stomach!”

You look down and notice he’s right, and for some reason, this sends you over the edge. Your toes curl and your legs convulse as you cum for the second time in under 15 minutes.

“KATSUKI!”

He turns the vibrator onto full blast and he feels his cock beginning to strain against his boxers.

“Mhmh, one more time baby, cmon’ I know you can do it.”

Pressing the vibrator slightly harder against your clit, once again sending you over the edge.

“Good~ girl. What a good slut for Daddy, hm?”

Letting go of your stomach and tossing the vibrator to the side, Bakugou quickly slides his boxers off and pulls his top over his head. Somehow he looks even fucking bigger now, and you fucking love it.

Looking up at his through your tears, you whine once more.

“You’re a whiny little bitch aren’t you? What’re you crying about now huh?”

“S-Sir… I don’t know if I can cum again” You mumble through your fucked out state.

Bakugou grabs either sides of your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed, nudging your pussy with his cock. Just by that small contact, you know he’s fucking massive down there. It should be expected though..

“If I say you’re gonna take my cock. You’re gonna fucking take my cock.”

Bakugou bites his lip as he slips his cock inside you, watching intently as your face contorts from tiredness, to pure bliss. His eyes trail down to your pussy as he watches his dick disappear inside of you.

“Fuckkk~” He moans, as he looks up at her stomach and almost cums right there and then. Letting out an also animalistic growl, Bakugou rubs his hand over your stomach and stares at the stomach bulge. Leaning forward and using one hand to grab your hair and force your head to look down at your stomach, he screams.

“Look. LOOK! Can you see that? That’s me inside of you Princess. Yeah~ you’re right where you belong, below me. Holy shit-“

Slowly, he puts his hand back on your waist and begins pumping in and out of you, picking up speed the more you moan.

“FUCk! You take me so well Princess! I’m gonna mould your pussy so only I can pleasure you. Yeah? You’d like that? Course’ you would you fucking slut.”

With each word Bakugou thrusts harder and harder, indulging in the way you throw your head back and cry his name out.

“Please~ PLEASE.. KA- KATSUKI PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

“Mhmh, cum. Cum for me beautiful.” Bakugou whines, throwing his own head back as you both cum together.

Panting, he pulls out of you, licking his lips at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy. Sighing with pleasure, he picks you up and places you under the sheets on his bed, climbing in beside you and rubbing the side of your face.

“You were so good for me.” He mumbles.

“So… are we, a thing? You don’t care about my age?” You look up at him, fear in your eyes.

He holds back a smile and kisses the tip of your nose.

“No sweetheart, I don’t care. You’re mine now, besides, Clementine already loves you.” Bakugou chuckles.

…

Thank you for the request! This was my first time using a Size Kink prompt so I hope I did it some justice at least 😭.

I hope it met your expectations!

P.S. I’ll be filling out my other requests very soon :)

[wannaeatramyeon]

HIII i just discovered u recently and i love ur writing and acc sm!!! i was wondering if u could do a scenario where in the taehun’s s/o thinks that taehun’s dad is hot (i mean he is the ult dilf esp in manager kim 😩😩😩😩)

Aww ty anon your kind words fuel me, legit cant believe yall like my bs! YES I WOULD LOVE TO AND I COMPLETELY AGREE, HE IS THE BEST DILF

Seong Taehoon x Reader: meeting the DILF

"Is your dad going to be home?"

"How should I know?"

You click your tongue at Taehoon in annoyance. Today is the first time going to his house, you haven't actually met his dad yet despite hanging out at the studio occasionally. This asshole, he could be more considerate of the situation.

"What do you mean you don't know? Meeting a parent is a big deal! Should I have bought a gift?"

Taehoon flicks your forehead in response, "Stop worrying you big nerd, my dad won't care."

You remain unmoved by his front door, arms folded, and a nervous expression adorns your face. In an attempt to pacify, Taehoon snakes his arms around your waist.

"Listen loser, he might not even be in so you're worrying for nothing," he places a kiss atop your head. "Besides, he thinks you're good for me."

It works.

As soon as you enter, you catch Taehoon's dad in the hallway and freeze.

"Hi, you must be Y/N. Taehoon's mentioned a lot about you!" Hansu Seong gives you a smile. You take in his Taekwondo dobok, showing his defined pecs.

Even underneath the loose fit, you could tell that this man is well musculed. You could make out the shape of powerful thighs, and his top straining against buff shoulders and biceps. His sleeves are rolled up revealing strong, vascular forearms. You gulp.

"I haven't said shit, old man," Taehoon's words snap you out of your ogling.

"Don't be so rude to your dad!" you give Taehoon a light slap on the arm before returning the greeting, "Hello Mr. Seong! I can see where Taehoon gets his good looks from!"

Huh. It's also interesting to see where Taehoon gets his fluster from too.

"Oh. Ahem, well thank you, Y/N." Hansu clears his throat, cheeks pink.

Taehoon quickly ushers you away, "We'll be in my room!" and leaves his poor dad still standing there, not quite processing the compliment.

Taehoon slams the door and turns to glare at you.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What?" you throw him a cheeky grin, "Your dad's a DILF!"

It takes a moment for him to realise what you said. You could literally see the cogs whirring and the split-second the understanding dawns on him. Taehoon looked like he was stuck between beating you up or cringing so hard he would die. You think you might have broken him.

"Well you should have told me your dad is hot! I could have prepared myself." You try to defend yourself, poorly.

"Are you kidding me?" Taehoon rubs at his temples, he feels either the world's worst headache coming on or he might be on the verge of a mental breakdown, "Don't think I won't kick you."

"It's a compliment! If that's what I've got to look forward to once you're his age..." you glance at him slyly, weighing up if a kick is worth what comes next-

"...You know. A proper daddy."

Taehoon throws himself on the bed, not wanting to be a part of this world anymore.

[fluentmoviequoter]

A Little More Space

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Summary: After overhearing Dalton say you're clingy, you give him the space he wants. Dalton, however, needs to close the distance and remind you that he loves everything about you, including the lack of space.

Warnings: angst, fluff, takes place after The Red Door

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

“No way,” Foster says.

His voice echoes in Dalton’s empty dorm room, but Dalton rolls his eyes as if they’re standing face-to-face.

“What is that supposed to mean, Foster?” Dalton asks.

“That I don’t believe you. And I swear, Dalton, if you tell me it’s Chris…”

“It’s not Chris.”

The door opens and Dalton sighs. Since he closed the red door, he’s gotten less jumpy, but his calmness about someone waltzing into his private room is different. It’s one of two people standing behind him.

“What’s not me?”

“Chris,” Dalton greets as he turns around. “I’m talking to my brother.”

“About his girlfriend,” Foster cuts in. “What’s up with that? It’s not April 1st, right?”

Chris tilts her head to look at Dalton. “The girlfriend isn’t a new development. They’ve been together since freshman year.”

“What?!” Foster exclaims.

“Yeah. Seems like closing the door is all your brother needed to find it in himself to get a girl. Wait, you haven’t introduced her to your family?”

Dalton rubs his jaw while looking for an answer that doesn’t sound made up or like he’s hiding something.

“You’re nervous,” Chris answers for him. “Wanted to make sure it was more than a fling I guess. As if the sudden absence of personal space wasn’t enough to tell you that.”

“Oh, dude,” Foster says. He pauses to laugh before asking, “When can I come visit and meet her?”

“Stay in school,” Dalton replies. “Bye, Foster.”

Dalton ends the call before Foster can say anything else. He tosses his phone on the bed and turns to face Chris.

“Hi, Chris,” he greets again.

“Hey,” she answers.

Her smile shows how aware she is that Dalton does not appreciate the interruption. Chris can understand why he may want to keep you separated from his personal life, but not his family. You’re energetic, friendly, and impossible not to love. Although Chris teases you and Dalton about your relationship, she can see that it is true and that you and Dalton care deeply for one another.

“Speaking of personal space, where is the future Mrs. Dalton?” Chris inquires.

As if summoned, you knock on the still-open door. Dalton smiles when he sees you, and he doesn’t hesitate to invite you inside.

“Hi,” you greet brightly as you toss your bag onto the floor.

You wrap your arms around Dalton’s waist as you say hello, then step away just long enough to hug Chris, too. Spending time with Dalton is your favorite thing in the world, and you have so much to tell him today. His conversation with Chris probably takes precedence, though, so you wrap your hands around Dalton’s biceps and bounce on your toes so they can finish talking.

“How have you put up with Dolphin for so long?” Chris asks.

“Put up with him? I don’t put up with him,” you answer quickly. “I love him.”

Dalton’s cheeks begin to redden, but he turns toward you and lets his hair hide his face from Chris. She laughs because she already knows how easily affected Dalton is.

“What?” you ask. “Ooh, speaking of dolphins, I have something I wanted to tell both of you.”

“I’ve got a study date in twenty minutes,” Chris says. “Is this another weird fact that will thoroughly distract me until it’s over?”

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about it since lunch, but I don’t know if you’ll think it’s as cool as I do.”

Chris smiles and clicks her tongue. “Tell me everything, Goldie.”

The nickname isn’t new, but you’re still unsure what it’s about. Dalton and Chris are both well aware that it is a reference to your golden retriever-like qualities and personality. Even if they told you, you wouldn’t mind, but Chris gets a lot of joy from seeing confusion on your face if only for a moment until you find something more interesting to focus on.

“Okay,” you begin. “So, I was walking to lunch and these two guys were talking about dolphins and I overheard it. Actually, there was a big butterfly that I was following, but I got distracted when I heard the word ‘dolphin.’”

“Can’t imagine why,” Chris interjects.

Dalton shakes his head at Chris while he wraps his arm around your waist. You’re pressed to his side, but your flexing fingers show that you want to be even closer. Chris has often joked that you may as well just live in Dalton’s lap with how close you perch yourself.

“One of them said that dolphins have two stomachs, which apparently is really common knowledge according to the other guy. But, then they started talking about the fact that dolphins can recognize themselves in a mirror! Isn’t that cool? And they can also use tools, so their intelligence isn’t completely unlike ours.”

“That’s crazy,” Dalton offers, though his attention is on you more than what you’re saying.

“Alright, I have to go, but now I want to see a dolphin build a house or something. The tool thing is cool,” Chris says as she stands.

The moment you are alone, you begin tapping a foot as you wait for Dalton. He sits on his bed and smiles at your energy before opening an arm toward you. You cling to his side but continue moving your hands up his arm, over his shoulder, and into his hair. You create several small braids as you talk about your day, but Dalton doesn’t care. He loves everything about you: your high energy, talkative tendencies, and clinginess. Chris teases him about how much he likes it, and she hasn’t been wrong yet.

“Oh! And I wanted to ask what you’re doing this summer. I want to go to the beach, but I’d love for you to come. Your family is welcome to come, too, if you want. Foster and Kali sound great,” you continue.

“That sounds fun. Maybe we should introduce you first; you may not like Foster,” Dalton responds.

“I like everyone.”

Dalton chuckles as he pats your leg. It’s true, you like everyone, but Dalton is the only one you love the way you do. When you turn to lay against his chest and trace shapes over his shirt, Dalton realizes that he wouldn’t mind if you took Chris’s advice and lived permanently attached to him.

✯✯✯✯✯

The sky seems prettier when you’re on the way to visit Dalton. With your eyes on the clouds, you don’t notice a tree branch blocking the sidewalk. Your foot catches on it and you immediately extend your arms to catch yourself. The bloody lines coating your forearms look bad, but nothing can take away your smile. After jumping to your feet, you rush to Dalton’s dorm and don’t notice the stinging sensation covering your arms.

You skip onto Dalton’s floor and stop outside his closed door. As you raise your hand to knock, you freeze at the sound of a voice that isn’t Dalton’s.

“How long have you been with…” someone asks.

Dalton says your name before answering, “Since freshman year.”

“You haven’t considered trying something new?”

“Not at all.”

A third voice joins with a boisterous laugh. “Dalton, bro, I know we’re art students, so we have to be a bit weird, but… Doesn’t it bother you? The constant talking and how she has to be touching you?”

Your smile drops. Unable to remember the last time you felt like this, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and anxiously await Dalton’s answer. Being energetic and clingy doesn’t mean you are insensitive; you still have feelings and insecurities even if you don’t show them.

“I mean,” Dalton says slowly. “Yeah, she’s clingy, always touching me.”

Dalton keeps talking, but you turn and run. Running to Dalton’s dorm was different, and as you pass the tree branch that tripped you, you begin to feel pain. It’s unusual now because you’ve been happy and golden since meeting Dalton. Now, you know that he needs a little more space. You’re clingy and always touching him, so you will give him the room he needs.

✯✯✯✯✯

Dalton wants to run his classmates out, but they’re nearly finished with the group project. When your name is brought up, he becomes even more encouraged to empty his dorm before you arrive.

“Doesn’t it bother you? The constant talking and how she has to be touching you?”

The question jars Dalton. Yes, he knows that you are touchy and talkative, but he has never been bothered by it. Dalton loves you, and those qualities make you the one Dalton loves.

“I mean, yeah, she’s clingy, always touching me,” Dalton admits. “But it’s, like, addictive. Her voice and her touch are the only things I want most days. Call me a crazy artist for that, but her happiness is contagious.”

“That’s unique, bro,” one of his classmates says. “But I for one have a first and only date lined up, so I have to go.”

Dalton gladly shows them out and looks down the hallway. You’re usually here by now, so you must be running late. There aren’t any texts from you, though, which concerns Dalton. He calls you and it goes to voicemail. Only after he texts you does he get an answer.

Sorry, I got busy. See you later?

Dalton immediately knows something is wrong. Your text is out of character: devoid of emojis and excitement. He’s concerned but understands it as meaning that you are truly busy. After agreeing to meet later, Dalton sits by himself and misses you. Being in a relationship with you, Dalton has never had to show how clingy he is, but right now he needs you.

✯✯✯✯✯

The following day, you try to keep your mind off Dalton. It isn’t easy though; the sun doesn’t seem as bright or happy, and your smile is nothing but an upturning of your closed lips. The people you pass on the sidewalk daily look twice; they are confused by the sudden difference in your appearance and personality.

When you pass Dalton on the sidewalk and don’t even look up at him, he knows his concerns were well-founded.

“Hey,” Dalton says.

He lays a hand on your arm, and you jump under him. When your eyes meet his, you force a bigger smile onto your face and step back. Dalton’s hand falls as his brows raise. You, however, are just trying to give him the space he wants.

“Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep,” you say. It’s true, but it’s because of him. “Maybe we could take another raincheck?”

“If that’s what you want.”

You nod and look over your shoulder. After offering a half-hearted and disappointed farewell, you leave Dalton. The sudden distance is heartbreaking, and Dalton needs to figure out what happened. To do that, he needs an expert.

✯✯✯✯✯

Over the next two days, you become distant with Dalton. The few times he manages to see you in person, you seem desperate to get away from him. What hurts worse is how you respond to his calls and texts. Your new sadness and disinterest are, unknown to Dalton, a cover to hide how much his words affect you. Pulling away from Dalton hurts both of you, but you are convinced that it is what he wants.

As you sit in your room and stare blankly at the wall, Dalton is searching for answers. He calls Chris and begs her to come over. She agrees, partly because she’s interested, partly because Dalton is her friend, and mostly because Dalton hasn’t sounded like this since the fight against the Further.

“What’s the rush?” she asks as she walks into the dorm. Dalton doesn’t comment as she slides her key into her pocket, and she becomes keenly aware that something is terribly wrong. “Dolphin, talk to me.”

Dalton simply asks what happened to you. He gives a brief explanation of how different and distant you are before repeating himself to ask, “What happened?”

“I don’t know. If she’s not talking to you… What did you do?”

Dalton pulls his shoulders to his ears and spreads his hands. “Nothing. That I know of at least. We were fine the day before she texted.”

“What did you do that day, then? Run me through everything.”

Dalton nods before recounting his every move for the day. Chris asks him to fast-forward through his bathroom trip and he reaches the meeting in his dorm room.

“So, he asked if I got tired of her talking and touching me and I said, you know, yeah, she’s clingy, but-“

Chris stands quickly and looks at Dalton with wide eyes. “You called her clingy?”

“She is. But then I said that I loved that about her. I’m clingy too!”

“I know all of that, Dalton. She must have heard somehow because that is the perfect reason to stop clinging. You need to find a better word than ‘clingy’ and go apologize.”

Dalton tugs his hair before standing. He needs to see you and explain himself right now. As he runs out of his room and toward you, he runs through what he can say, what he should say, to make you see how much he loves you. Clinginess included.

✯✯✯✯✯

Rapid knocks on your door pull your attention from the page before you. It’s covered with random, meaningless doodles. Despite your new lack of clinginess, you are still energetic and need to spend that somehow. Since Dalton needs space, you’ve taken to pacing your room and doodling to pass the time.

When you open the door and see the boy you’ve been thinking about, you drop your chin. The distance has to remain because you will get clingy again the first chance you get. Dalton is inviting, he’s safe, and he is your constant. If you end up in his arms, you’ll start talking and go back to being too wordy and too touchy.

“Can I come in?” Dalton asks quietly.

You nod and step back to keep physical space between you.

“Did you come to the dorm while I was with my art group?” he asks. You nod again and he asks, “And you heard what I said, right?”

With your lips pressed together, you nod yet again. Dalton wants to hear your voice, feel your touch, and show you how much he loves you. He has to convince you to let him first.

“Can you please tell me exactly what you heard?”

You take a deep breath before recounting, “Just that I’m talkative and clingy. I’m sorry.”

Dalton shakes his head, and his hair moves wildly. “I did say that. But that’s not all I said. I said that I love that you’re clingy because I am too. I love your voice and being with you… I need it because I love you.”

“Clingy isn’t a good thing,” you whisper.

“It is. It is for us.”

Dalton takes a step toward you, and your eyes brighten as you raise them.

“I’m sorry that I said it,” Dalton adds. “Not because I don’t mean it, but because it hurt you and pushed you away. I didn’t mean it badly; I promise that. I love you, and your clingy touches and your rambles.”

“Can I- can you hug me?” you ask.

Dalton smiles as he pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly, he clings to you. As you lean your head against him, he whispers more promises in your ear.

“I love you, just the way you are,” he promises softly.

You pull back and look at him, and your smile is back. Dalton cradles your face and kisses you. When you giggle against his lips, he feels a huge relief at having you back. Back to yourself and back in his arms. Dalton moves his hands down your arms, and you inhale sharply when he reaches your forearms. Your smile doesn’t drop, and you don’t say anything, so Dalton looks away from your face to push your sleeves up. The sight of the deep scratches makes his eyes go wide, and he holds your hands gently to look.

“What happened?” Dalton asks as he pushes you toward your bed.

“I was coming to see you and there was a tree branch in the sidewalk. A cloud above me looked like a dog and so I didn’t see the branch,” you explain happily.

Your feet swing over the edge of the bed, and Dalton sits beside you to bandage your arms.

“Alright, this may hurt,” Dalton says as he applies ointment to your arms.

“Can I tell you about what happened yesterday? I haven’t-“

“Please tell me,” Dalton interrupts. “I’ve missed your voice. I need you to know that, okay? I love you; I love being with you, near you. If you weren’t a cuddler, I’d be the one that looks clingy; I’d probably suffocate you keeping you close.”

Dalton rubs his thumb over your knuckles as you nod along with his promises.

“Suffocation wouldn’t be fun.”

“It wouldn’t. If Foster doesn’t believe I have a girlfriend, imagine what he’d think if I killed you. Hurting your feelings was bad enough.”

“I think I’d like Foster,” you muse.

“You will. I’ll have to introduce you soon. For now, can I hold your hand and hear all about what I missed?”

You gasp excitedly and turn toward Dalton. With your legs spread over his lap and your arms in his hands, you smile and begin talking about every moment that you spent away from Dalton. He hangs onto every word and enjoys the feeling of being with you again. When you mention going to the beach again, Dalton knows that he will go with you, and once you meet Foster, he’ll want to go too.

[thelunarbar]

[firefly--bright]

jean kirstein modern headcanons!!!

warnings : none! gender neutral pronouns used, if any.

a/n: HI HELLO I'm so so SO sorry for the late fics. my finals ended like a month ago and oh my god I've just been Going Places™ like my schedule is jam packed with meeting up with people i haven't seen in three months because of the exams :/ I'm working on the requests!!! i promise, i read them and i am working on them. but!!! here are some headacanons to.... make up for the lack of content :3

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• he doesnt have a big sweet tooth but he LOVES chocolate like can't live without it. if you're also a chocolate person, he'll buy your fav ones for you and lowkey judges you for it ("why would you like this one???? the one i like is wayyy better you should get those")

• he's most definitely a friend's to lovers type guy. he never really thought he would be, though. he's a hopeless romantic and falls in love with anyone and everyone BUT he's also, as mentioned before, more hopeless than romantic. he'll yearn for the person from a distance, so he doesn't really think that he would go and fall in love with his best friend, of all people. you fall first he falls harder type beat yk?

• he's kind of gives off this confident, cocky and kind of intimidating vibe about him. when you first met him you just knew he thought a little too highly of himself. but after getting to know him, he's super vulnerable and soft and actually tries to be close to you. his intimidating Mr. i-fold-my-arms-over-my-chest-to-show-off-my-biceps persona is just a front, like he thinks being that coccky guy will make people think he's like mysterious or something and want to be his friend/partner

• i have a bi jean agenda actually

• thinks VERY highly of you. asks for your advice on everything even if you might not be good at giving it, hed want to know what you, specifically, think

• he's an architecture major :D i know alot of people have diff headcanons of him doing pol-sci/law (which are all valid tbh i agree with those hcs) but!!! i think he chose architecture because he has the right amount of passion for it. it's the closest thing to art he can have. he loves art but he's also aware that it doesn't...pay well, neither does he want to loose his passion for art. hes heard one too many stories of people choosing art and regretting it because their passion for art is no longer just a passion. Jean's scared he'd lose his love for it.

• isn't really used to physical touch, and if you're a touchy feely person, he's a little surprised when you hold him for the first time. he quickly grows into loving your touch tho and initiates cuddles :)

• hes kinda super smart. like he scores really well in class and always has. not only that, but he's gifted athletically as well

• he's more of a listener than a talker, i think. hed initiate conversation, ask you about you day and let you take away the conversation. doesn't really mind if it's "all about you", but if you ask him about anything, he'd gladly talk.

• hes actually SO shy when it comes to actually doing relationshippy things. the first time you held hands as a couple and not just friends, he had a nervous breakdown. he couldn't even look you in the eyes when he asked you out on a date, even if it was just a casual movie night at home

• he's very organized, surprisingly. he's not a clean freak but he just likes knowing where things are. rarely rearranges anything because it not only frustrates the hell out of him, he'd also have to get used to the new arrangements.

• he has a fixed skincare routine!!! he had acne as a teenager so he started taking skincare more seriously. knows a lot about different products, and if you don't have a fixed skincare routine, he'd tell you to have one. if you have super sensetive skin (like me) and can't handle anytjing other than basic face wash, he'd remind you to wash your face every night.

• he also is protective of his hair!!! he used to have dyed hair, but it didn't go well. he TRIED to bleach his hair but failed and half of his hair came out :')) he never dyes his hair anymore but he does freshen up his mullet every now and then. doesn't let anyone but his mom and you touch his hair.

• asks you if you can help him with oiling his hair because he saw one of those tiktoks saying they work really well. if you're anything like me and are used to oiling your hair every week, you'd massage his hair and his eyes close and his entire body relaxes the moment your hands weave through his hair <3

• LOVES showing you off. either in little ways (by swinging your hands together while walking) or by literally making his entire Instagram page about you. all of his six posts (he rarely posts, but whenever he does it's all about you) have you in them. the cheesiest captions, too. if that wasn't enough, he'd have (y/n)'s with your fav colour heart emoji next to your name in his bio to let literally everyone know who he's with.

• he actually loves to cook!!!! as said before, he'd very organized, so i feel like he'd also be into meal prepping. he watched those aesthetically pleasing videos of people rearranging their fridges with ungodly amounts of plastic cabinets. his own fridge is sort of a mess becahse he doesn't know what goes where :') but he does meal prep, and sometimes even packs you lunches with lil notes

• speaking of notes, he's not really good at talking about his love for you. like he'd show it in so many ways but he can't say it out loud. not only does he get uncharacteristically shy, he's always had issues with saying the words "i love you" out loud, so he either writes about it or draws you <3 you'd find random notes and letters written to you, sometimes with just. a cheesy joke, sometimes he actually Tries and writes a whole letter for you pouring out all the things he can't say out loud.

• the start of your friendship, you two bicker alot. it's clear you care about each other, but he loves teasing you because he knows you'll shoot back.

• he wears really thin eyeliner on special occasions <3 he doesn't like bold looks, but he does like how subtly the eyeliner makes his eyes look different. if yiure good at makeup, he'd ask you to help him.

• has a plethora of diff hats tbh like he collects them like an addiction. he has a fedora and beanies and bucket hats and normal embroidered hats. he has so many it's concerning

• he's very good at driving. when the two of you started getting closer, he'd ask you on long late night drives, either for take-out or just to listen to music and talk. he enjoys your company while driving. if you usually have motion sickness in cars, you will never feel nauseous in his car. he drives very smoothly, not too fast and not too slow. he's kind of a perfectionist (not extremely) and literally screams at Connie to slow down when he goes even a little over the speed limit. he drives the whole time in every road trip.

• his fav dessert is cheesecake. his unpopular opinion is that they're the perfect ratio of sweet and savoury, crunchy and soft.

• hes one of those people to fall asleep anywhere and everywhere. on the couch, at the table, no matter how loud it is or how bright it is. he's a light sleeper and also a snorer. if you're cuddling together, he'd either lay on top of you or wraps not one but both of his arms around you. one under your neck to provide a nice neck cushion, and one draped over your stomach.

• he runs warm, which is both a blessing and a cruse. in summers, even if he'd want to cuddle with you, you feel the need to get as far away as him because he's just so warm. you'd wake up in your own sweat if you do decide to take the risk and let him cuddle you. in winters though, his warmth is very welcome.

• loves it when you hug his arm while walking. if you're tired and kind of lean into him, expect him to eat that shit UP because he loves your warmth as much as you love his. loves it when you lean into him or hug his bicep. even flexes his muscles for effect (you definitely tease him for that)

• is not a fan of thunderstorms, he kind of has bad memories. either from being left out while the ither kids play in the rain, either from the rumbling and the scary sound that comes with thunders that resembles the sound of his angry father or its just how inconvenient it is.

• his dad wasn't really in his life that much, always away on business. every time he would come home, he'd srot of criticize jean's hobbies :( his mom eventually seperated from Jean's father and started her own bakery, hence Jean's love for chocolates.

• he panics very hard when you feel sick. he jumps right into his mama bird genes and makes you a soup from either his mother's recipie or he'd call your mother and ask her for her own sick day recipies. he'd feed it to you and refuse to leave you alone until you've had your meds.

• he loves kissing your forearm for some reason. you loop your hands around his neck after kissing him, so it's the closest to his mouth. he turns his head slightly, closing his eyes as he pecks your forearm :3 it's kinda a weird spot to like kissing, but it's really endearing when it comes from him.

• he has a couple small tattoos here and there. two of the five he has have actual meaning whereas the other three are just for fun

• he wants whatever you want. if you want children in the future, he'd be there with you. if you want nothing but a large house and a couple pets, he'd love to make your dream come true. he's passionate and extremely good at what he does, and he takes pride in it.

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They Know

-Description: You and Spencer are having a secret relationship. When the others find out, they tried to play a game with you.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, mention of smut

-Word count: 1859

-Note: Hey y'all, I'm finally back with a brand new one shot! This time, it's one with a lot of POV switch, but I made it clear who's POV it now is. Also, a huge pile of lines are from one of my favorite series. Friends - 5x14

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Y/N POV:

Keeping a secret relationship from your coworkers and friends is hard. Keeping a secret relationship from profilers was just impossible. But Spencer and I gave it a shot anyway. We thought that we were superheroes. Hidding a relationship from people you work everyday with? Not even to mention the person you fell in love with works there too, and no one expected a thing? Yes, we were superheroes. At least that's what we thought. But that one party at David's changed my mind.

It was Spring, and to celebrate Easter, we all got invited to David's for a nice breakfast. Nice, you'd think? It was until Emily went to Spencer, who just took place at the kitchen island.

'Hello, Mr. Bicep. You're working out?'

'Um, no. Are you okay?'

'If you really want to know... No, I can't tell you this.'

'You can tell me anything, Emily.'

'Actually, you are the one person I can't tell this to. And the person I want to the most.'

'What is going on?'

'I just haven't been with a guy in so long... And sometimes you're looking for something... And it's right there in front of you...

Now you have something to think about. I know, I will.' she ended the conversation, walking back to the girls, leaving a stunned Spencer behind.

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This all happened without me knowing it. But when we went to his apartment, he began telling:

'(Y/N)?' he called me, as I just took place at the couch.

'Yes, love?'

'Something weird happened today at the party. I think... Emily was flirting with me.'

'What?' I asked, confused, while he took place next to me.

'Yeah, it was weird.'

'You probably misunderstood.'

'No, I'm serious. I know, I'm not that good at social clues, but I really think she was flirting with me.' he said it in such a serious tone, that I had no other choice than believing him.

I thought for a moment, until my thought went to one person in particular. The only person who knows about us. It was not that is was on purpose, she caught us kissing once.

'Oh God, you don't think Penelope told her about us do you?'

'Okay, is it so hard to believe that I am just maybe attractive to other girls?' he teased me with a giggle. I joined him in his laughter, placing my hand on his lap.

'You are very attractive, honey. I just don't think you are Emily her type. You are my type.' I smiled in the kiss that followed, while his hands found their home in my hair.

'Good.'

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The next day:

It was lunch break at the BAU, and the genius and I decided to casually pick Penelope up for the lunch, as well to ask her about Emily.

We knocked on the door before opening it. There she was, the tech queen. She turned her chair around, facing us.

'Hello, my buttercups. To what do I owe this nicely visit?'

'Hello, Penny. We wanted to ask you to go eat lunch with us.'

'Of cour-'

'But, I have a question first.' I cut her off, leaving her confused.

'Did you told Emily about us?'

'I didn't tell them!' Penelope immediately answered.

'Who's "them"?'

'Emily and... Penelope.' she tried to save her ass, but it was too late.

'Penny...'

'And our whole team. I would have told you, but I promised not to tell.' we looked shocked at her, and yet we weren't that surprised, either.

'I'm sorry. But it's over now, right? You can tell them you know they know, and I can go back to knowing nothing!'

'Unless.' I began, thinking, when Penelope immediately began to protest.

'No, no. No "unless". This must end now.' a smirk was plastered on my lips, as I figured out what to do.

'They think they are so slick messing with us! But they don't know that we know that they know. So...' Spencer began getting my plan, now smirking as well, while finishing my line:

'The messers become the messees!'

'Come on, you guys. Think how much fun it would be to tell.' Penelope tried but had no chance.

'Oh no, they think they can mess with us? Let's see how far Emily would go. We're going to play this game all along. Spence, call her and invite her in your apartment for a steamy night.'

'Wha-what?' he asked, confused. I smiled at his adorableness.

'Not for real, of course. We let her come and convince her that you are in love with her. I'm telling you, she will never expect that phone call from you.' he began now laughing lightly himself, taking his phone out of his pocket. He dialed her number and putted it on speaker.

'Hello, you.' we heard through the other side of the line. I whispered something in his ear.

'Emily, I've been thinking about you all day. You know that thing you said before? I was intrigued.'

'R-really?' the abruptness was noticeable. I giggled softly.

'Yeah, why don't you come over? I'll let you feel my bicep and maybe more.'

'I'll have to get back to you on that.' and the line got on hold. We laughed, while Penelope began to track their phones.

'Oh yeah, they're all together. Oh, she texted me! She wants to know if I told you about them knowing.'

'So, they know our plan now, but how far will they go?' I thought out loud, as we heard Emily her voice again.

'I'd love to come by tonight. Say around 7? I'm really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse.' and she hung up.

We all looked a bit shocked, not expecting that she would actually come. But, we were also determined not to lose.

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That evening:

'Make her think you want to have sex with her and it will freak her out!' I told my boyfriend when we were back in his apartment. It was almost 7 p.m., she could be here any moment.

'How far am I gonna have to go with her?'

'She'll give in way before you do.' I assured him, knowing deeply that Emily felt nothing for Spencer.

'How do you know?'

'Because you're on my team. My team always wins.' I said, sarcastically, while going through his soft hair, placing it just right.

'At this?' he laughed, but I could see the nerves that he was feeling.

'You got this.' at that moment, we heard the sound of the doorbell. I gave him a quick kiss and disappeared in the bathroom.

I heard Spencer opening the door and Emily coming in. Spencer began talking:

'So here we are.'

'Nervous?'

'Me? No. You?'

'I want this to happen.' she said, confident.

'So do l.'

'I'm going to put on some music.' I heard Spencer say.

'Maybe I'll dance for you.' while the music was lightly audible, there was a silent pause. The two not knowing what to say. Spencer was the one who started making conversation again.

'You look good.'

'Thanks.'

'You know, when you say things like that, it makes me... Want to rip that sweater vest right off.' Emily continued, as I heard my boyfriend make a genius comeback.

'Why don't we move into the bedroom?'

'Really?' she said, flabbergasted and nervous, definitely not expecting that.

'Do you not want to?'

'First I want to take off all my clothes... And have you rub lotion on me.'

'That-that would be nice. I'll go get the lotion.' a few seconds later and Spencer opened the bathroom door.

'It's way out of hand. She wants me to put lotion on her!' he exclaimed, getting more nervous.

'She's bluffing! You can do this, my love. Hang in there a little longer, she is gonna crack!'

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Team POV:

In the meanwhile, Emily opened the door to the hallway, meeting Penelope, JJ and Derek.

'He's not backing down. He went to get lotion.'

'It's Reid. You can take him.' Derek told her, all enjoying the sensation of the game they came up with.

'Oh, I know it! Show him your bra. He's afraid of bras. Can't work them.' Derek opened the bottom buttons of her dress, smoothly, her black bra showing off just enough.

'You didn't rip off any buttons.' Emily said, impressed.

'It's not my first time.' the group of agents laughed, as they heard the bathroom door go open again.

'Go back there and seduce him till he cracks!'

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Spencer's POV:

I came out of the bathroom, seeing Emily closing the front door.

'You're going?'

'Not without you, lover.'

'So, this is my bra.' she walked closer to me, her bra visibly in sight. It made me even more nervous than I already was.

'It's very nice.' I tried to stay in my roll, my voice cracking a bit.

'Well, come here. I'm very happy we're going to have all the sex.'

We were standing now close together. I prayed in my head that she just gave up. She placed her hand on my thigh, not breaking eye contact.

'I'll kiss you now.'

'Not if I kiss you first.'

'I guess there's nothing left for us to do but kiss.' I hesitated, just hoping (Y/N) would run out of the bathroom and stop this.

'Here it comes. Our first kiss.' we both hesitated, but the drang to win was bigger. Our faces came slowly closer to one another and suddenly our lips were sealed in a really awkward, uncomfortable kiss. I couldn't take it any longer, as I ended the kiss and jumped away from her.

'Okay, okay, okay, okay! You win!' I yelled, while both the bathroom door and the front door swung open, revealing my girlfriend and the others who were all eavesdropping.

'I can't have sex with you!'

'And why not?'

'I'm in love with (Y/N)!'

'You're what?' Emily asked, shocked.

'That's right! I love her, I love her!' I repeated, while pointing at (Y/N) who was standing in shock. I walked towards her, a smile appeared.

'I love you, (Y/N).'

'I love you too, Spencer.' our lips captured in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. Everyone got quiet, smiles on all their faces.

'I thought you were doing it. I didn't know you were in love!' Emily confessed, when we ended the kiss.

'Hats off to Emily. Quite a competitor.' I praised her, as she nodded in reply.

We ended this eventful night with a drink and some appetizers. I may lost the game, but I won the love of my life. And, that is everything I ever wanted.

[roninishere]

I liked that a lot…

Muichiro x Female Reader

Warnings: Muichiro fluff! Poor grammar Summary: how you guys met and your first kiss.

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“Y/N, all is well?” Master Ubuyashiki soothing voice asked you as you assisted him on his feet.

Your soft calm eyes concentrated oh being very careful of not allowing him to slip or fall “Yes master, all is well,” getting him carefully on his feet, you kept a hand in the small of his back and allowed him to rest his weight on your other arm. “Shall we join the others?”

“Yes my child.”

Bringing him to behind the doors, you adjusted his haori before his daughters announced his arrival. When the doors slid to the sides, you walked by his side until his wife Amane got on the other side of her husband. After setting him down carefully, you bowed at the family before taking your position.

Normally Muichiro would have his head in the clouds, trying to remember the name of the cloud again. Hearing the Master thank Y/N, the young boy couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You stood tall, around five foot five, however without your heeled boots, Muichiro bet shorter.

There were multiple layers to your Kimono; it appeared to be made by the same fabric of the demon slayer uniform. The baggy sleeves reached to about your mid bicep before a tighter black material covered down to your wrists with gold cuffs from the forehead to your wrist as well. You had two tight fitting golden belts around a little underneath your breasts and one on your belly button. The kimono had three slits in the front from your waist down, just exposing a bit of your thigh before your thigh boots covered the rest of your skin.

You had a sword on one of your belts and on the sides of your thighs, there were holsters for these long sais you had.

That was just what YOU wore. He couldn’t see your eyes from his distance, but your pretty hair was pulled into two pretty braids buns.

Seeing that their young hashira had been distracted most of the meeting; Tengen and Kyojuro looked at one another before following his gaze as everyone began to leave.

With a grin on his face, he had a brilliant idea. Kyojuro smiled before patting the teenager on his shoulder “Muichiro! You should go say hello! Staring isn’t polite!”

“Then what should I say?”

Tengen suggested “how about you ask her train with you? Or to grab some food?”

His blank expression was fixed on Y/N as he said “Yes I suppose she’d make a good training partner.” He walked towards you and once he was just a few feet in front of you, he finally got a good look at your beautiful eyes.

They widen at his current actions, and you felt yourself freak out in the inside ‘oh my, Muichiro Tokito is right in front me.’

“Mr. Tokito, is there something I can help you with?” You tilted your head to the side playing it cool; despite his emotionless look, you were well aware of his situation, his mint green eyes were definitely a beauty.

There was a pause before he asked “would you like to be training partners? And perhaps get food with me?”

“I’d be honor too,” You attempted to play off but the blush on your face gave it away. “I can meet you at the training grounds in an hour once I’m relieved?”

Nodding, he went to turn before he thought, you didn’t tell me your name did you? “What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

Y/N… what a pretty name for a pretty girl.

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The two of you became friends; you guys trained, grab or even cook food together, and even looked at clouds together. Although Muichiro was very forgetful, you were was so patient with him, re-telling him who you were and how two of you became of friends.

Every time you retold him the stories, you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, your heart beating a hundred times. Unsure what it met, you couldn’t help to asked Master Ubuyashiki wife for advice.

“Oh dear, you’re in love.”

Love? I’m in love?

You fell in love with your best friend. Was that even possible?

“It’s safe to say that I believe he feels the same. You should tell him.” Aname then told the story of her and Master Ubuyashiki, it was adorable.

While you asked, Muichiro went to the Flame and Sound Hashiras unsure if he was getting sick or something. The overwhelming feelings he had when they were together, even when he had forgotten meaningful moments.

It was so frustrating at times.

“You are in love with Y/N!” Kyrojuro announced accidentally with other Hashiras who gave each other “I told you so!”

Tengen nodded in agreement encouraging him “Muichiro, admit who you feel! In a very flashy way!”

“But what is the point if I could forget?”

Wouldn’t that be exhausting?

“You may forget memories, but you never forget those feelings you feel.”

During their training session, Y/N misstepped, causing yourself to trip and fall on top of Muichiro who caught you. Instead of having a hard impact, feeling the softness of his chest on your cheek, you immediately pulled away, of sheer embarrassment. “I-I-I’m s-“ “Y/N, I love you.”

“I-I love you too Muichiro.” You stuttered a bit as your cheeks were on fire. Was this really happening? You looked like a deer in headlights at this situation. Muichiro started caressing your cheek, your skin was so warm yet so soft.

‘When you love someone, you also kiss them!’ He remember what Mitsuri told him when he visited her for help too.

It didn’t help that he wasn’t experienced, but neither were you, you only knew about kissing through books you read. Closing his eyes, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. Though it was a little awkward, it gave you guys butterflies in your stomachs.

You for sure thought that Muichiro could hear your heart beating as if it was going to best out of your damn chest. One of your hand on his chest as the other tangled its fingers into his black and mint green hair. Pulling back, you both were blushing messes.

Is this what happiness feels like?

He combed back thoughtlessly back your loose hairs, clearing them away from your face. He swore that he could get lost in your eyes. The hand that gripped around your waist, he started tapping his fingers out of a nervous tick “um…I liked that a lot.”

“Me too,” immediately responding to him, you realized you both were still on the training grounds, “we can do more of it while we cook?”

Such a bold suggestion, you scowled yourself as you blushed harder.

“I’d like that.” Putting your weapons away, Muichiro grabbed your hand, unlocking your fingers together.

Is this what it means to be alive?

Y/N glanced at your hands, mouth open and eyes widen before giving his hand a little squeeze as you guys were on your way to his estate. Walking out the gates, the two of you teenagers didn’t see the other Hashiras who were on their way to the training grounds when they turned out of facility.

“Oh my god! Is that Muichiro and Y/N?!” Mitsuri cried out in awe and happiness seeing the two of you young lovers, “Obanai! Aren’t they so cute?!”

All the Hashiras had the same thought.

Wow. Muichiro Tokito was growing up.

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Alright! I’ve had this one in my drafts for a while now so when y’all were voting for this one, I was too impatient to wait for the voting session to run out haha! I hope y’all enjoyed! 🩵

[twice-inamillion]

Chaeyoung’s BestFriend

Smut (rough sex, blow job, masturbating)

Chapter 171

It's been a week since the Momo and Chaeyoung moment. Ever since that day both for them have been particurily attached to you, especially chaeyoung. She's been waking you up with daily head. There's even times when she’s been offering her cunt as a cock warmer, helping go to sleep better during the cold nights.

Today is a Friday aftersoon and chaeyoung has asked You to take her to a cafe to meet her best friend.You agree, knowing that this would give you an excuse to visit the office and turn in somework.

You leave Chaeyoung the cafe near the JYP building and tell her to call you when she's done.

“Okay, I'll let you know when to pick me up.”

After spending a couple of hours at the office you decide to text her.

"Are you ready? I haven’t received a message from you."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I forgat to text you. I'm at my mon's house. Can you pick me up here?”

“I'm on my way."

It takes you less than thirty minutes to get to her house. You park your car on the street and begin to walk towards her house. As you are walking you see Mrs. Son, she’s trying to carry grocery bags but is struggling.

“Hello Mrs. Son. Remember me?”

“Ahh yes. You’re Chaeyoung’s friend from work.”

“Do you need some help with the bags? I’m here to pick up Chaeyoung and I’m more than happy to help.”

“You’re so sweet and thoughtful. I’ll take you up on the offer.”

Not wanting to take multiple trips you grab as many bags as you can and take them up the stairs. You were your way through the house and place them on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you so much, it’s really helpful having a strong man” as she grabs on your biceps and gives them a squeeze.

“Oh my god, they’re so big and hard” as she blushes to the fact that she touched you. “I’m sorry that I grabbed you out of nowhere.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Hopefully Mr. Son doesn’t get jealous haha.”

“Oh stop kidding no one is going to get jealous. There is no Mr. Son who can get jealous.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Chaeyoung’s father hasn’t been in the picture for many years. It doesn’t bother me.”

Your feel bad for bringing up any possible negative memories so you offer to help, “if you ever need any help that’s too much for you I’m willing to stop by.”

“You’re so kind, I’ll appreciate the offer” as she’s picking away some of the groceries.

Just then you hear as the door slides wide up, “Oppa what are you doing here with my mom?”

“Be nice to your fiend, he was helping me with the groceries.”

“I’m sorry Oppa” says Chaeyoung apologetically.

“Anyways, I’ll leave you youngsters for a while, I’m going to head to the gym.” She looks at Chaeyoung and say “don’t cause any trouble for him, he’s really a sweet and helpful guy. Make sure you listen to him.”

“Yeah, Chaeyoung make sure you listen to this Oppa of yours” as you mock her.

“Don’t… it’s weird when you call yourself like that.” Chaeyoung’s mom laughs at both of your arguing and collects her bag and exits out through the front door.

You wait for the the clicking sound of the door being lock and you walk towards Chaeyoung and say “didn’t I tell you to call me when you were done? I was wondering where you were since you can’t be out by yourself.”

“I’m sorry it’s just…” Chaeyoung isn’t able to finish her sentence as she’s taken by surprise with the slap you give her on her ass.

You pick her up and carry her towards her room, open the door and throw her on the bed. She struggles to get away from you as she sees the devilish look in your eyes. “Come here, I’m going to teach you a little lesson.” “Wait… wait there..” as she’s cut off again.

You pull down her pants and underwear as well as pull down yours, revealing you semi hard cock. Your hands go to her shirt ripping it off, “you’re mine now” as you begin to play with her nipples. Chaeyoung moans to her nipples being played with and watch as her slit is getting wetter as time goes by.

Having your cock ready you pull her close to you and align yourself to her entrance. “Fuck… this little pussy is so cute, I can’t wait to split it wide open.” You press the head of your cock to her entrance and watch as her tiny cunt begins to welcome you.

“Hmm… Oppa you’re too big…” as she takes the length of your cock. You place yourself in the valedictorian sex position, trying to the reach her depths of her womb. The way her face looks seems like she’s an addict to your cock, heart shaped eyes. You begin to pound her tight little cunt, making sure that you scrape every inch of her womb. Chaeyoung’s moans begin to cover the whole room as she is enjoying every part of you.

Both of you enjoying each other, unaware of your surroundings. Little did you know that you two were not alone.

On the other side of the bathroom there was Chaeyoung’s best friend, Jeon Somi. She invited Chaeyoung to catch up since they have not seen each other for a couple of months. They both shared things that were going on with their life and how their career as idols were going. Somi was excited to share the news that she was finally going to debut as a solo artist under The Black Label. After leaving JYP she worked really hard to promote herself as an independent artist and it’s finally paid off through.

Chaeyoung was more than happy with Somi’s accomplishments. She knows how much she sacrificed and how much she worked to debut as a soloist. Every since Twice’s debut she kept in touch with Somi. Chaeyoung also had some news on her own to share with Somi.

Somi was aware that Chaeyoung was different from normal people, she did what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to do it even if it. Chaeyoung’s curiosity of the world is what made her special. Somi wanted to do like Chaeyoung, someone who was free and willing to explore.

So when Chaeyoung told her about how she had sex for the first time, she was surprised. She couldn’t believed it, her unnie that she has admired was growing up. “Want me to show you something, Somi?” as she pulls out her phone. She swipes through her phone and shows some explicit phones of her sucking cock, getting fucked from behind, cum on her face and of her leaking cum from her little cunt.

“Chaeyoung unnie, you shouldn’t be showing me this in public. What if someone sees?” says Somi in a worried voice. Somi looks around to make sure that no one can see but lucky they are in in the corner of the cafe. “Don’t worry no one can see anything, but did you like what you see?”

“I can’t believe you actually did it, when did you have time? With who? Where?” whispers Somi. Hearing Somi so interested makes her smile, she knows that she’s finally found someone she can talk to who’s not a group member. They go back and forth, talking about Chaeyoung’s experience and how it happened. It even got to the point where they both decided to go back to her place since they were both end up laughing too loudly in the cafe.

They talk along the way to Chaeyoung’s house, laughing amongst each other. When they get to her house they go both straight to her room. “So what do you think? I’m finally an adult now, through and through.”

“You never told me who he was, unnie.”

“You’ll find out, he’s gonna stop by later on today.” They didn’t have to wait too long when they hear a man’s voice as you help Chaeyoung’s mom with the groceries. “Go hide in the bathroom, I’ll show you something good” as she walks to the door with a smile.

Somi hides in the bathroom but keeps a small opening as she waits for Chaeyoung to come back. She waits and waits until finally the door slams wide open and sees how her unnie is thrown onto the bed. She watches as chaeyoung gets her clothes ripped off by the unknown person. She sees when her unnie finally gets penetrated, moans out loud, and gets thrusted. Chaeyoung’s small tits jiggle as she holds on tightly to the bedsheets, sees the back of the mystery man and how strong it looks.

Chaeyoung turns her head, facing towards the bathroom door. Somi can see how much her unnie likes to get fucked, it amazing her. Chaeyoung grabs the mystery’s man head and begins to kiss him, which makes Somi wet.

She can’t help to to stare at the man’s large and strong back and lower body. Suddenly she see the man position himself better and say “I’m going to cum”, making her remember the voice of the person.

“Wait… it can’t be… no…” says to herself. Somi seems to have an idea on who it is but doesn’t want to accept. She tries to get a better look, causing her to push the door open and says “is that you Oppa?”

You hear a familiar voice and try to turn your head but chae catches you off guard. She constricts her walls tighter, making you cum instantly.

After finishing pumping your load you finally turn to see Somi standing by the bathroom door, wet as her small shorts are damp.

“Why are you here Somi?” as you try to pull out of Chaeyoung, trying to cover yourself.

“I can’t believe it’s you who’s fucking Chaeyoung unnie. What about Jihyo unnie?”

“Wait… I can explain…” but you can see the tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Somi. Jihyo unnie give us permission to have sex with him.”

“What do you mean, us?”

“I mean us, as in the group has been having sex with Oppa.”

“I… I can’t believe it” as she’s tries to understand the situation, looking at both the naked bodies of people she thought she knew.

“To let you the truth… I’m Oppa’s cocksleeve” as she giggles.

“Cocksleeve? What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m for Oppa’s exclusive use. He can use me however he wants, whenever he wants and cum inside of me as much as he wants.”

“Is that true oppa?”

“Yes.”

“Is Jihyo unnie really okay with it?”

“Surprisingly yes, she actually encouraged so of the members” as you think back about the past.

“Haha if you only knew what happens back home you’d be surprised.”

“What do you mean, Chaeyoung?”

“Don’t…” you said but you can’t stop to what she’s about to say.

“Oppa even got Jihyo unnie pregnant.”

“Wait… what?”

“Yes… want to know what else?”

“What?”

“It’s not just Jihyo unnie but also Mina and Dahyun unnie. He got all of them pregnant with his huge cock” as she grabs onto you cock like a godlike prize.

Somi’s brain can’t process all this information at once and sits down on the bed. She’s spaces out , trying to understand how her Oppa who she met many years ago get her unnies pregnant.

Chaeyoung tríes to help out Somi and gets closer to her, but accidentally shows her cunt that is leaking cum.

Somi feels something gooey on her hand and turns her head, noticing something white. “Eww… what is this?”

“It’s Oppa’s babybatter” as she swipe a bit of it and shows it to Somi. Not knowing to what to do she asks “is that what but unnies pregnant?”

“Yes, it’s amazing. It feels so good when it he pumps it into you.” Chaeyoung looks at the frozen Somi and says “I see you’re wet down there, seems like your interested.”

“No, I’m not. It’s just hot” says Somi hesitantly.

“I know you want to… how about it, what to taste it?” as she places her finger right next to Somi’s mouth.

“Don’t mess with her Chaeyoung. You don’t have to do it Somi. I’m sorry that you had to see us like this.”

Somi looks and Chaeyoung’s face and wants to be like her unnie. She’s hesitant but she doesn’t want to get left behind, Chaeyoung’s her best friend. “Chaeyoung wouldn’t do something if she knew I couldn’t handle it, right?” thinking to herself.

With that she does away with her hesitation as she takes her first step buy licking the cum of Chaeyoung’s finger.

“Fuck… not again” you say internally as you see Somi lick your cum off Chaeyoung’s finger.

“How was it? Was it good?”

“It was a bit salty but if you like it unnie then I like it, too” says Somi, not wanting to disappoint her. Chaeyoung smiles and hugs Somi, “I knew you’d like. See Oppa I have a new playmate!”

You can’t believe she turned her best friend into her plaything, but do find it kind of hot in the idea.

“So Somi… how about you try it straight from the source?”

“You mean…”

“Yes, have Oppa give it to you. I know find Oppa hot, so this is your chance” while giving you a wink.

“I don’t know… I’m scared. It’s my first time… maybe another time” says Somi while playing with her hair.

Chaeyoung not wanting to lose her new toy she says, “how about you watch us do it. Maybe that might chance your mind.”

“Chaeyoung—ah don’t force her to do things she doesn’t want. Not everyone is as thirsty as you. Please don’t misunderstand Somi, Chaeyoung here is a bit too much and can be a handle full.”

“I… I don’t mind watching you to. It’s true what unnie said, I do think you’re kind of hot” as she blushes.

“See, what did I tell you. Our Somi isn’t that innocent as you might think. So how about it Oppa? Want to give Somi a show?”

Not going to lie you do find it kind of hot having someone watch you as you fuck your cocksleeve. “Okay, if Somi’s okay with it then I’m up for it.”

“I really want to see” as Somi holds on to your arm while hiding her face with her other hand.

You need no more as you turn to Chaeyoung and begin to fuck her.

Somi can’t believe that she’s watching bother her best friend and her Oppa fucking right in front of her. At the beginning she didn’t know what to do, sitting on the couch as her Oppa thrusted inside of Chaeyoung. After some time of hearing the moaning and the sound of flesh hitting each other she began to feel a hot and tingling sensation down in her nether regions.

She began to take her sweater and rub her fingers against her the fabric that was covering her pussy. The wetness coming from her pussy was going through the fabric and she decided to take off her leggings.

Somi was now in a bra and underwear as she continued to touch herself. She would type to keep in sync to the rhythm you and Chaeyoung would fuck. After some time she could feel a tingling sensation as both of you were reaching your peak.

“I’m cumming… please cum inside of me” begged Chaeyoung. Somi was as you pulled out your cock and slammed it deep inside of her, cumming instantly. She too, came as drenched her underwear with her nectar.

After some time you pulled out and turned towards Somi, seeing how she was still shaking from her orgasm. You could see that she enjoyed the show. “I think our little Somi wants to go next” says Chaeyoung.

You walk towards Somi and grab her hand, she accepts and you walk her to the bed. Somi let’s herself get pulled down by Chaeyoung and shyness rolls her fists on her chest, awaiting to be played with.

“Are you going to want to go all the way?” asks chaeyoung?”

Somi nods her head from side to side, “no, I… I don’t think I’m mentally ready yet. I want him to touch me here” as she points to her damp underwear.

“Ohh… Somi wants oppa to touch her private parts” giggles Chaeyoung. “Is that true? you ask and immediately get a nod.

You stand up and are right in front of her as she laying down on the bed. You grab the side of her underwear and begin to pull them down, slowly. You watch as Somi immediately turns to the side, trying to hide her face, not able to see you as you pull down her underwear.

The sight of her pale white skin and her blondish public hair when it’s not longer covered. “Omg… its so cute” as Chaeyoung caress Somi’s bush. “I’ve never seen something like this before, its cute.”

“No, dont look at it. I haven’t shaved” she whines.

“It’s okay, I find it really sexy. I enjoy my woman all natural”, trying to make her feel comfortable. Hearing that seems to make her more relaxed. You lower your face and slowly place a kiss on her lower lips, making her squeal and shiver up.

Immediately you get up and walk towards the couch and take a sit. “Come over here and sit” as you point at the small empty space in front of you. Somi stands up and begins to walk but don’t before you tell her to take of her bra. “Take of your bra, I want to see all of you.” She stands in front of you and begins to undo her bra, dropping it on the floor and continues to walk towards you. Finally in front of you she turns around and sits in-between your legs. “Relax and try to enjoy, okay?” She nods her head.

“Wait… let me get your phone. I want to make sure it lasts.”

“Unnie, you’re going to film it?”

“Yes, of course. It’s your first time with a guy. You need to make sure you remember this moment.”

“Okay, unnie. I trust you.”

No other ways are need as you spread her legs open, placing them on the outside of your thighs. You graze your hand on her lower area, causing her to get goosebumps. You lick to of your fingers on your right hand and begin to trace her lips and place your left hand on her plumpy breast. She moans as you touch her and she places her head on your chest, surrendering herself to you.

This the signed that you needed to continue as you use your two fingers to spread her lips open as you enter her. The feeling of her walls are out of this world, she’s extremely tight. You can barely fit two fingers inside of her and resort to using just one.

Working your way inside you are met with lots of resistance, knowing that your the first person to ever be inside of her. This makes you even more excited and causes your cock to harder up and her the back of her ass. “Oppa i can feel something hard on my butt.”

“Don’t worry, its just my cock. It’s hard right now.

“Okay.”

You continue and feel a small barrier that is preventing you from going any further. “So it’s true, this is your first time.”

“Yes… I’ve never been touched before.”

“Aww… out little Somi is a virgin” she says proudly.

“No… don’t say that. It’s embarrassing.”

“Want oppa to pop your cherry with is finger now or with is cock later on?”

She hesitates to respond but eventually says, “later.”

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I… I said I want oppa’s cock to pop my cherry, later!”

“That’s my girl.”

Knowing the answer you pull away from her hymen and going thrust your finger enough to leave it intact. You turn your attention to her clit and start to play with it. Taking turns playing with her wall, clit and tits is making her hot and sweaty. You spend a good amount of time pleasuring those areas until she begins to jerk around, signaling that she’s about to have an orgasm. “Oppa… I feel weird. I thinking I’m about to cum.” This is the moment you were waiting for and whisper in her ear, “cum, let your unnie see you cum.”

Somi squirts a large stream of liquid towards the area that Chaeyoung is at. She shakes violently as she’s riding her orgasm that you need to hold her tightly. Holding her for a couple of minutes you see that she’s breathing heavily and is digging her nails on your thighs.

After a couple of minutes her shaking stops and her body becomes loose. Having on energy at all you pick her up and carry her towards the bed and lay her flat. Chaeyoung asks her, “did you enjoy it?”

“Yea… yeah… I…I did. I liked it a lot.”

“Well… that was just a little taste. Imagine what it feels like when his shoves his large cock inside of you.”

“You really did a good, Somi.”

“That’s true. You really did a good job but now you need to make oppa cum.” Somi looks around confused, not knowing what to do. “Grab his cock” whispers Chaeyoung.

Somi grabs your cock with her cold, soft hands. She listens to Chaeyoung’s instructions as she tells her what to do. Somi slowly begins to jerk your cock up and down, pulling on your harden rod. Her moves are those of an inexperienced person because it has no rhythm but is still good for a person’s first time.

You then decide to lead her and tell her how to give you a proper hand job. She pumps your cock slowly but is increasing her pace gradually over time. With your advice she’s gaining more confidence and seems more interested in seeing you finish. Once you feel that your balls are able to explode you warn her, “I’m going to cum soon, lay down.”

She does as she’s told and lays flat on the bed. You grab your cock and give it a couple more jerks, making your shoot out a load of cum. You stain her cunt,stomach, bellybutton,and chest, letting her own that her body is now marked by you and only you.

“Get down on your knees, I’m going to cum on your face.” Chaeyoung pulls her down to the floor and gets on her knees with Somi. Chaeyoung wanting to take part opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. Somi turns her head towards Chaeyoung and sees what she is doing and copies her.

Now you have two beauty women on their knees, waiting you to stain their face with your cum. Not wanting to make them wait any longer you shoot your cum on their face as you hold your phone, recording this wonderful moment. Your baby batter paints their hair, eyes, nose, and the inside of their mouth, leaving no spot cleaned for the both of them.

After getting their their face painted you stand and wait for them to react. Chaeyoung swipes her finger across her face and tries to collect as much cum and licks her finger clean. Somi on the other hand is frozen, not knowing what to do in this type of situation. Chaeyoung being the helpful unnie that she is grabs Somi’s faces and begin to lick it clean. She collects as much cum as she can with her tongue and gives Somi an sloppy kiss.

Somi is surprised by Chaeyoung’s sudden move but accepts it and continues. You watch both girls are kissing each other passionately as they share your cum inside their mouths.

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