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cowboy-robooty · 1 year

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got desperate asf for some non-shitty heta fanfiction and said fuck it ill read the gerame fanfic cuz the author did make some good shit before (even tho i know it wont be THAT good since ill need to manually edit in my brain alfred as feliciano instead and make a whole extra unspoken lore to explain why feliciano is so ooc).... BUT LORD. IM CHEWING GLASS. IM CHEWING GLASS SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW. BECAUSE GIRL ITALY EXISTS IN THIS FIC AND OH MY GODDDD I HATE IT HERE I HATE IT LUDWIG STAY AWAY FROM THAT MAN STAY AWAY FROM THAT EVIL DEMENTED VILE MAN AAAAHHAUHWUSUDJJS STAY WITH FELICIA PLEASEEE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! LIKE STRAIGHT UP HE DONT EVEN LIKE ALFRED BRUH AND ALFRED DONT EVEN LIKE HIM. ill admit the set up is good (its like a 1950s au and the reason why i trust this author is a whole nother can of worms that i put in my drafts maybe ill drop it later) BUT I CANT EVEN CARE OR TRY TO CARE ABOUT ALFRED X LUDWIG BC FELICIA IS RIGHT THEREE AND THIS AUTHOR GETS THEIR RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER TOO. SHES LITERALLY LIGHT OF HIS LAIF MAKES HIM HAPPY IS SWEET AND NICE TO HIM TUGS HIM DOWN AND RUBS THEIR NOSES TOGETHER LIKE MOTHERFUCKER THATS TRUE. THAT HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE I SAW IT. SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WRITING THIS INTO A DAMN LUDWIG X ALFRED FANFIC IM CHEWING GLASSSSSS!!!! BC I KNOW FELICIA X LUDWIG WONT HAPPEN I HATE THIS STUPID BAKA LIFE I HATE IT HERE RAAAGJWJSIIEKDODKDKDKXKDKZKKS RAGE RAGE RAGE

so far its a genuinely good fic tho with some nice character development and being able to take a "real life universe" spin on heta characters which i find can rarely be done well! id rec it to any ameger fanheads out there!

peace and pascal! <- (im sorry im lying. im lying. tw lies. no peace only pascal. sorry i lied on main. its a good fic thats true. but i want the earth to explode. feels like im shoving my dick in an anthill)

#to be fair i read all non itager ship fics by mentally editing whoevers with germany to be italy bc i believe they love eachother in all #universes #but this author is making it real hard bc theyre genuinely good at like time era and how nationality plays into identity so i have to #do mental gymnastics and create the most batshit reasons ever to keep it itager in my head #but yeah THIS ONE ISNT LETTING ME FUCKING IMAGINE BECAUSE ITALY IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE #GIRL ITALY IS RIGHT THERE AND GENUINELY ACTS THE WAY THAT ITALY AND GERMANY ALWAYS INTERCAT WIF EACHOTHER LIKE IT ISNT EVEN OOC #THEY HAVE INTERACTED FOR A SOLID LIKE PAGE AND A HALF AND I SHIP THEM SO HARD SHES SO NICE TO HIMM #THEY RUBBED THEIR NOSES TOGETHER EVEN MOTHERFUCKER I THINK THEY DO THAT!!!!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND SO WHY DONT YOU PREACH?!?!?#YOU KNOW THE LORD IS REAL SO WHY DONT YOU FOLLOW THE TEN FUCKING COMMANDMENTS!!!!!#no shade to this author too this is just my aids bc to me any ship wif those two freaks that isnt them kissing eachother is my antichrist #anything that aint itager is my antichrist fr #the other fic from this author was just so much easier to eat..#cuz to be fair in the other fic it was a germany torture compilation and he literally did not genuinely love the other guy at all #i think that fic was true because italy wasnt present in it and i do believe germanys life would be like that would italy #what no italy does to a mf: unimagimeable suffering #i can accept that fic bc yeah i looked the author in the eyes and said 'germany would never love anybody thats not italy in all universes'#and they went okie! sure! :D #sorry guys im getting sepsis rn okay robooty when he faces the antichrist

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m-ayo-o · 7 months

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18+ dry humping // oral // 21+ Ichigo wc 1500 selfshiptember; 30 yes yes yessss pool time fun [we didn't make it to the pool] look at himm, i want him to bite meeee

Thanks to your best friend, you’ve finished setting up for the pool party you’re hosting for your university friends super early. You give him a sweet smile and tug on his hand, pulling him down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Ichigo,” you watch the red blush travel up his face, “you’re a lifesaver.”

He stumbles and trips over his words, filling you with the desire to taunt him some more.

“Ichigo,” you know he can’t stand it when you say his name like that, “I’m gonna get changed.”

You tug on his shirt, signaling for him to follow you.

And he lets you pull him up to your room, that’s filled with all your pretty clothes, your smell… your bed.

Oh, if only he knew the things you’ve done on that bed. All of your countless nights fingering yourself stupid, panting and moaning and wishing there was something (someone) bigger to fill you.

“Ichigo,” you love his name so much, you can’t not say it, “will you help me choose my outfit... please?”

His jaw visibly clenches, wondering why on Earth you think he’d give a shit about your outfit.

He couldn’t care less about the scraps of material covering your body. He’d much prefer to see his pretty friend stripped bare and covered in his cum.

But he’s not exactly prepared to say that right now.

So he nods and sits on your bed instead.

You pick out a tantalising array of swimsuits and start to undress to try on the first set.

Ichigo is unable to look away while you strip off your top.

After seeing you do this a few times before, you think he’d be used to it. But he is never going to get used to seeing your body.

His saliva feels thick under his tongue, he can hear his pulse pounding in his ears, drumming louder and louder as he watches you emerge from your t-shirt, hair ruffled and chest on display in your cute bra.

He swallows hard while his gaze falters and shifts, feeling as though he shouldn’t be watching you.

He gets all uncomfortable, trying to shift and rearrange the hefty swell in his shorts, until you step closer and take his jaw in your hand.

“Ichigo,” there it is again, those three syllables bringing you such joy, whereas they only seem to worsen his condition, “you know it’s ok… for you to see me like this.”

His eyes are trained on yours, afraid to look anywhere else.

“We’re friends, aren’t we Ichi?”

He sighs through his nose, impatience brimming in his chest. He’s not sure how much more of this he can take.

“Of course.” He replies tersely, “But I shouldn’t–” his amber eyes flit around, desperately trying to avoid your gaze.

But you keep your hand firmly on his chin, tilting his face up to study every detail, every weakness.

You pull away with a giggle, satisfied with his irritated expression.

You turn and pull your bra off, earning a chastising shout of your name as he finally gives in and turns away, burying his face in your duvets.

That doesn’t exactly help, considering they smell so strongly of you.

“Ichigo,” you tease him again, “I’m done!”

He faces you, finding your somewhat modest t-shirt and shorts to be replaced by two tiny triangles of material over your tits, one over your crotch, and you turn to show him the back, and–

“y/n” it was nothing short of a moan. He knows what he sounded like.

Yet you turn to him and continue this game like he’s not about to bust through his pants.

“Mhm? What is it?”

You twirl around and admire yourself in the mirror, toying with your hair and adjusting the stringy straps of your top, making your boobs jiggle.

“Do you like this one?”

You approach him again, this time edging closer as you watch him swallow another thick load of spit.

If only you could get his mouth open… you could see just how wet he is in there.

You prod his chest, encouraging him to speak up.

He looks up at you with such a strained, pretty face, then grits his teeth one more time and opens his mouth to speak, only for a few laboured pants come out. You should understand that he’s far past the point of talking by now.

But your teasing has only gone so far before tonight. Now things are getting a little out of hand even for you.

You slip a thumb over his bottom lip, spreading his mouth wider as you get a good look at the pools of saliva inside.

He goes to close his mouth again, but finds your fingers squeezing his face as you tut and shake your head.

His eyes dart around, not knowing what to do, his tongue twitching while that adorable embarrassment floods his cheeks.

You just hold his mouth open and watch him drool.

You watch that slick, clear liquid spill from his lips, dripping down either side of his mouth.

And you bend down to his face, his neck craned up to you, and you lick his chin.

“y/n…” it comes out shakier this time.

He tastes like pure lust. You need more.

Your tongue finds his lips, your hand stroking up and through his hair.

He pants into your mouth as you lick and taste him slowly, until you finally feel his body giving in to yours.

His strong hands find your waist and pull you on top of him. Now he’s got you in his lap, he squeezes your nape and starts tonguing you back.

He moves agonisingly slowly, holding you too gently as he desperately fights his desire to ruin you.

“Ichigo,” you pull away from your messy, wet kiss, “you know I want you, right?”

He nods gingerly.

“Want you to touch me,” you squirm on his thighs, eagerly seeking friction from his long, hard boner, “need you”

He swears he’s gonna get a nosebleed and go braindead in seconds if you keep this up.

He shakes his head.

“I can’t…” he mutters against your lips while simultaneously grinding up into your heat.

The disappointment that crosses your features kills him. But right now, he knows he wouldn’t last two seconds inside you. He couldn’t do that to you.

“But…” you whimper, begging him with your pretty eyes.

“Look at you,” he places his hands on you like you’re made of glass, “I can’t–” he repeats, biting his lip, hesitant to admit just how weak he is. How weak you’ve made him.

“But I need you so bad,” you’re almost crying, humping his thick, achy length.

“y/n, y/n, please, slow down– nnhh–” you’re getting carried away now, the sliding and poking of his erection over your clit and lips getting you off so good. You could just settle for cumming on him like this.

“Please let me– I, I just need to–” your cries are interrupted by a long groan from the man below you, his hips pumping hard into your soaked little bikini bottoms.

You feel something wetter, something thicker than your slick juices. You look down, watching him bump and thrust as white liquid trickles from his shorts, getting your crotch all messy and sticky.

The sight of him pent up and fucked out gets you endlessly wetter, your hips gyrating greedily until you find your release, coming down hard as you grip on his shoulders.

You whine and grind through your long orgasm, making him moan and wince with overstimulation until you slow down and eventually sit still on his lap, your chest heaving as he caresses your back.

But he knows what girls like you need, and he knows that you’re far from done.

So he slips you off his lap and lays you on your bed, standing and stripping off his soaked shorts.

He pulls you to perch on the edge of your bed as he kneels below you, tugging off your bikini bottoms. He takes your thighs in his hands and eases them apart to see the sloppy mess in between.

“Fuck… you got so fucking wet for me… and I couldn’t–” he sighs with disappointment. He didn’t particularly want your first time together to be so embarrassing.

Little does he know, him cumming like that makes you feel like a damn goddess... and so satisfied that you can bring someone as strong as him to his knees with a bit of dry humping.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I couldn’t do it right,” frustration crosses his handsome face again, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He speaks with such sincerity then slides his tongue into you, dipping and licking and swirling till you’re all lightheaded.

Once he’s satisfied with your overflowing pleasure, feeling it drip down his chin and neck, he stands and looks over your body again.

His fiery eyes blaze over the soft mounds of your tits and down your figure, the mess between your legs making his cock swell again.

And you watch him grow and throb as his eyes fix on your tight, leaky hole.

Your eyes are glued to his erection that’s straining hard and angry again, until he speaks, “I want to–” he gives his cock a few lazy tugs, “I want to show you… how good I can make you feel.”

selfshiptember 30!!!!! omg ^-^ likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

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hcaeh · 2 months

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Hey idk if you’re willing to do this but can you describe in maybe a drabble or headcannon of the dynamic of Ten x Haechan x Reader would be like? I don’t see anyone write for something of them together. They’re both my biases and I always would wonder they would be like in the bedroom with the reader. Thoughts??

hmmm, i like this thought a lot! honestly, ten and haechan would be a fun little chaotic duo in the bedroom. here’s my headcanons for this :

ten and haechan are definitely going to tease you A LOT. it’s basically their love language to piss you off, even a simple annoyed reaction from you will get them all riled up.

ten who hates when haechan steals all your attention from him, will probably moan and groan until you show him attention. but haechan will get pouty too and say that you’re being unfair

“yn why are you paying so much attention to himm~”

“nooo! wait that’s unfair. ten, let me have her!”

when the three of you alone, it either ends up with a funny quarrel that turns into a cuddle session (haechan middle ofc!!) or a very intimate night.

if you feel needy, you always know what strings to pull with them. haechan will give ten that ‘she down bad’ look whenever you beg for them to play with you that night. and they always do! can’t let their princess down.

even when things get messy, they always take care of you and make sure you’re comfortable with everything you three are doing.

“ya sure you’re not too overwhelmed? we can calm down.”

“ten’s right, if you want us to stop; give us the word.”

safe words are a hugeee thing in relationships! especially in yours. since theres three of you, you need very specific boundaries that everyone can accept. safe words are the best way with you guys!

“wait wait…- please * safe word *.”

and everything stops, just to be sure everyones ok.

when you’re feeling like a brat, you like to tease the two of them by making them fight for who gets to fuck you first, if haechan wins: ten get’s annoyed and probably puts on a nonchalant performance while haechan has his way with you. but if ten wins: it’s game over for haechan. he will be soo sad he couldn’t have you first, and probably whine about it trying to ruin the time you and ten are trying to have.

but you three have a very special bond, you’re basically like the three peas in a mod meaning. you go together so well and easily make each other feel comfortable!

sorry if it’s not much! i’m not great at thinking of dynamics like this, but i tried! i hope you like <🪽

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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i can’t remember if you did an nsfw alphabet for geto yet so if not can we get himm??🫶🏾

Suguru Geto NSFW Alphabet

Black Fem Reader in mind

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Such a clingy baby, but also a very clean baby. He has a personal drawer filled with clean towels, snacks, and just like his best friend a mini fridge as well filled with refreshments. Suguru loves having you cock warm him for a moment. He swears his intentions are innocent.

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

He isn’t biased about any part of his body. He takes care of his self very well physically .

He’s a butt/thigh guy when it comes to the sexual part, but your eyes are what always captivated him. Eye contact is always a must for when he makes love to you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Another clean guy, but when it comes to sex he can be a bit messy depending if he wants to take his time with you or completely ruin your cute little body. If he isn’t cumming inside a condom or you he enjoys pouring his seed on your gummy slit, toying the tip of his cock on your clit.

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

Geto had sex with you while Gojo watched. Back when all three of you roomed together shortly after high school, You and your boyfriend were in your room being horny rabbits, & u were too busy cumming under him you didn’t notice your loud white haired friend run into the room to see what you both were doing because he was bored, Geto always had a small competition with his best friend on how well the other had sex so instead of telling him to get out he picked up the pace of fucking you.

That would explain why you came 4 times that night and why Gojo was much nicer towards you after that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes. Geto has had a decent amount of experience with past girlfriends before you. He doesn’t believe in one night stands he holds himself in a higher standard but back in high school he had a good amount of girlfriends to know what to do.

He is unironically better at sex than Gojo.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves and I mean loves

Missionary.

Now it may seem vanilla or simple for some but it’s how he executes it. He has actually made you more flexible when putting you on your back and throwing your legs either on his shoulders or move them far apart

Your legs are spread so widely it looks like you’re hitting the splits. He also loves just looking at your entire body, the way you try to contain your breast from shaking, the way you avoid his gaze, your panting face, Geto loves looking at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is pretty serious in making sure you both cum. A few sly remarks here or there but once the clothes come completely off he is focused on his one goal.

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

Hes such a trimmed Boy, he does grow hair fast down there so some days he will forget to shave it down but if you don’t mind it he’ll keep his happy trail until it bothers him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Him and Nanami are the top 2 men that can be absolutely heart aching with hot romantic they can be. There was one in which you haven’t seen him in a few months due to you needing to go on some life threatening missions. When you came back safe and sound Geto completely spoiled you all night. Slow kissing, putting your pleasure before his, his long silky hair dragging over your naked panting body drove you insane but it was a night to remember

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger he did it plenty, but now that he is with you and doesn’t have any time to do so besides in the shower he doesn’t do it much.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

….he’s very open with his many kinks so imma narrow it down to like 3

Somnophilia: He loves Waking up to your needy little body milking his cock for all he is worth because you just couldn’t wait for him to wake up. He doesn’t play with you too much as you sleep but best believe some of the best mornings with Suguru are the ones where he wakes you up with an orgasm

Role Play: He gets SO into his role. He really enjoys the “Meeting a Stranger at a Bar” roleplay, and at first you wasn’t into it, but now you’ve became so good at playing the fake married woman you guys do it at least once a month and end up having such ravish sex either in an alley or a hotel

Denial Play: This man is a bit of a Sadist …if you can handle it he will edge you to no end. There was only once you pissed him off so to the point he tied you up just to edge you and didn’t let you get off

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He isn’t a very public sex kinda guy. He doesn’t want anybody (except Gojo that one or more times). He wants to keep you to himself so really anywhere in the house

He specifically loves shower sex, both of your hot bodies hitting the cold tile wall as his fingers slide inside your cunt will never not get this man off

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hes a sucker for a “bummy” look. Lingerie is of course going to turn him on, but when he sees you walk around the house in a big shirt w nothing under, some shorts and the shirt is falling off the shoulder. Anything like that is a tease for him because he knows you’re not being intentional to look sexy but you have been in a few situations where you bent over to grab something and next thing you know Suguru’s hard on was right on your ass

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do stuff like pissing on you, or humiliating you. He actually is a kink shaker btw

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

His tongue will ruin your entire well being. His favorite pastime is you sitting on his face or 69 while a movie is playing. Though Sometimes you forget to suck his cock because he’s licking you way too good. Suguru is a VERY intimate pussy Water and when your see him tie his hair in a bun he is about to be down there for a while

You sucking his cock is the best stress reliever. He does love eating you more than getting head but some days when he is just annoyed or drained you always have a 6th sense to know any begin working on his Dick. You have to be careful because sometimes he’d end up face fucking you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His default is a normal set pace, not too rough, occasional smacks and gentle hair tugs but he only goes by the pace YOUR BODY wants.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Does not like them he prefers to take his time. The only quickies y’all have done would be in the shower or oral sex. Either than that if you’re needy and time is crunched you’ll have to wait it out

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t mind trying new things that you are comfortable with, but always only once before he decides whether or not to do it again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh homeboy can go all night if y’all take enough breaks. He loves your body and though he isn’t a needy person like you, when he starts having sex HE DOESNT want to stop. It can go from rough, to slow to lazy to rough again all in one evening so if you’re up for it he is.

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

He owns some handcuffs but only uses them when he is annoyed with you. You never can use it on him though. You did once and overstimmed him so badly he cried.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Speaking of crying, you have done it a lot w his teasing

As Long as he can be when fucking he can be cold blooded.

Touching your most private areas in public, whispering in your ear how badly he wants to bend you over while at the mall, the list goes on

He can get you so close to an orgasm and stop just to prove a point he has that much self control

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groaner and grunter but the best moans you’ve ever heard was from when your legs were on his shoulders. He felt all of you and kept making such pretty noises in your ear. You swear you could have came from that alone while he was kissing your neck saying “So good y/n you’re so good…”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is so disrespectful when playing board games. He always ends up with the most money, best cards, whatever it’s almost as if he cheats (Gojo’s words).

Also, he can write very beautiful Haikus. You’ve read a few and his way with words are so enchanting and descriptive

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

Hes bigger than Gojo

About 5.8-6.9 he is a big boy, he’s very thick so best believe you feel a stretch when he bottoms out

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He can go weeks without sex or not he doesn’t really care, but if he is horny he is HORNY he cannot control himself. You usually initiate sex but if he wants it badly he is going to be on you like white on rice.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After a nice bath and clean sheets he holds you and just listens to you speak. He will hum a few times to let you know he is awake but once you start to yawn he will adjust himself to face you and caress your tired face to get you to sleep.

And that’s when he can sleep soundly

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crazyco0tz · 20 hours

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I’m working on a new way to submit nsfw requests but until then I’ll gladly take this request^

{ stray kids favorite reward }

Hyung!line

Warnings: soft smut, pegging, dom!reader, fem!reader

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*chan

Simple enough his favorite reward is def getting to cum. he loves his rewards to be simple, once he’s finally getting to cum he needs you to hold him through it whispering about how much he deserves it! (If he actually does deserve it)

If it’s been a long time since hes cum he’ll make sure he’s been his best then he gathers up the courage to ask; “Can you pleaseeeeeee make me cum miss? It’s been days…”

Very few times you pity his pathetic begs enough to actually let him but most of the time you tell him off for being oh so needy

in fact all you need to do is place your hand on top of his clothed dick and he does all the rest

But he still needs to hear reassurance from your silky voice. “So good for me” “can’t hold it anymore baby?” “You deserved every bit of this” ect ect.

He eats up every “good boy” and “I’m so proud of you” like candy~ he could definitely cum untouched just by hearing your voice.

*minho

He also likes it plain, he has made it very clear that his all time favorite reward is kisses, EVERYWHERE

after you both finish he loves being called a good boy while he flops over so you can kiss all up him back, bonus points if you have plumping gloss on, he loves the tingling feelings it really makes him relaxed especially after all the dirty things you just did to him

Sometimes hes just so fucked out that he just lays there with a smile on his face while he feels your lips pecking on every hickey and scratch you gave him. PAMPER HIMM TOO!!

Whether it be wet sloppy kissed or soft pecks he just loves to have your lips all over his body especially his face. Calling him your pretty doll while smothering his face with kisses after he made such a mess on the bed is just perfect.

*changbin

I feel like he would be on his hands and knees begging just for you to use a vibrater on him. I can just imagine him about to cum all over your hand before pulling your hand away and pleading. “No!! N-no… I wanna cum with the vibrater today.. please?” How could you say no?

He also goes crazy for remote controlled vibraters too, his favorite sensation controlled by you? He LOVES it

But just because it’s a reward doesn’t mean you can’t be a tease. “I’ll bet I can make you cum with this in under 10 seconds binnie~” his flushed cheeks didn’t deplete his confidence.

“HA! I’ll bet I can lasted more that 40 se-. AHH~ F-FUH.. Y/NNIE!” The second the wand touched his tip he was practically screaming in under 10 seconds. And he loves every second of it.

Hyunjin

Lingerie+pegging he wants to feel pretty and what better way to make him feel like a princess then to put him in some cute baby blue stockings and fuck his brains out. unlike the others he’s humble and never asked for a reward he always waits and when it does arrive it’s so worth it

“Aw arent You pretty?” You coo, he giggled in excitement “I’m v-very pretty!” You peck his cheek before leaning into his ear “so pretty I think you deserve a little something~” he instantly hops up and runs to your shared room

His favorite position is when you hook both of his legs over your shoulders so you can hit his special spot every time.

He also seems like a “fuck me until I can’t speak” kinda guy, which you gladly do. Only 5 minutes in all that can come out of his mouth is “AHH~ AH~ AHHH~ M-MOR..MORE~” while he clutches his pretty lingerie mini skirt in his hands

But he’s always so sad that he gets cum all over his fancy lingerie by the end of it, but you can always make him feel better by stripping it off and fucking him again🤷‍♀️

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My first nsfw post LETS GO

Anyways pt.2 coming soon obvvv

Bye sweeties😮‍💨😮‍💨

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 months

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Tess' Sharpuary - 28. Smirk (*)

Aesop finds his sweetheart made a little list about himm. About the various way he smirks at her, that is.

a/n: I *may* have cheated slightly with this one, as the list has existed for a few months at this point, but it is what it is 😅Also, the dressing table is my little nod towads the ruling queen of drawing backgrounds and victorian furniture in general, Cress ❤

chapter specific tags: 15+!, established relationship, sexual themes

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

28. Smirk (0.9k)

tw: sexual themes (mentioned heavily), age difference (reader is an adult)

In Aesop’s defence, the first thing on his mind as he approached his sweetheart’s open diary was to close it and put it back into one of the drawers of her dressing table where she usually kept it. It was not like the two of them kept any secrets from each other (apart from little romantic surprises and presents, of course), but reading a partner’s personal diary without their explicit consent was still a massive breach of privacy in Aesop’s opinion.

And yet, when he finally reached the open journal, he paused. He didn’t mean to peek, but found himself rather unable not to read on when he caught a glimpse of the title of her apparently most recent entry.

‘List of Aesop Sharp’s Smirks’

Under the title was indeed a list of ten points. The potions master’s hand twitched, but wouldn’t move to close the diary. His eyes read the first few points:

We're going to have ourselves a good night.

Come have some fun into my chambers.

He couldn’t stop his lips from forming into a small grin. He couldn’t deny it - he was growing very interested in the rest of the list. Maybe he could chance reading it quickly. It was innocent enough, a little list his sweetheart made for fun. He could beg for forgiveness later.

3. How would you feel about some less-than-innocent activity

4. I'm going to make your toes curl tonight.

Oh, alright! Now we’re getting to the more fun ones. He wondered whether he truly had ten ways of smirking at her when it came to the promise of a passion filled night (or day), and if so, how was she able to determine the meaning? He could admit that there was a way he smirked at her when he was in the mood for a more carnal kind of fun, but he had no idea his smirks had a scale!

5. You're going to moan my name like a prayer.

6. My back will bear the perfect imprints of your nails.

He bit his lower lip. He wouldn’t mind feeling the sting of her fingernails on his back again soon. Feeling them there, under his shirt, following his movements as he went about his day served as a sweet reminder, one that made a feeling of thrill course through his veins, even as he did completely mundane things, like hand out pop-quizzes. His back already bore small scars shaped like small crescent moons, and they were his pride and joy. Maybe he could try to replicate smirk number 6, soon...

7. You'll later be embarrassed from just how wanton your screams were.

8. You'll beg me to destroy you.

Wouldn’t be the first. With a smile, Aesop remembered the various nights during which she did beg him to go harder, faster, deeper, tears rolling out of her eyes. She was so beautiful when she submitted to him completely like this, when she let him manhandle her to his own pleasure, arching against him, clinging onto him for dear life. Of course, even when he did get rougher, he always made sure she reached the peak of her pleasure, preferably several times.

9. You won't be able to speak within the next 24 hours from how much I'll make you scream

Again, not the first. The potions master grinned smugly. Edging, and subsequent overstimulation made his sweetheart release cries that neither of them thought her capable of making. Aesop loved it, though, and he wanted to hear more. Poor darling, she nodded off in exhaustion right after he was finally done with her. Luckily, he always had some potion for a sore throat ready for her in the morning. Among other potions for different sore things. Occasionally for the two of them.

10. You're not leaving the bed for the following two days. Not that you'd be able to.

Hm… Well, he wasn’t aware of this smirk. That is, they did spend a lot of time in bed together, but two days straight? As proud as Aesop was of his stamina, he wasn’t sure he had enough of it for two days. Only one way to find out, he supposed.

“Ace?” came her voice from the door, and the potions master jumped in surprise. Panic filled him as he saw her standing at the door. However, instead of looking mad that he just read an entry in her diary, a small smile played upon her mouth. Nevertheless: “I-... I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop, but…” “It’s alright. There’s nothing secret in there. It’s just a little way to clear my head.”

She walked towards him, and he silently handed her the journal. She chuckled as she realised what her sweetheart just read

“I was just wondering about number 10,” Aesop said carefully, still feeling slightly embarrassed for having been caught red-handed. “Oh, 10 hasn’t happened. Yet,” she said nonchalantly as she stored her diary away into the dressing table. “Any plans to make it happen?” he asked then, a sly smile finally coming back to his face.

She turned towards him, extending her hands for him to hold. He instantly took hold of them and pulled her closer: “Nothing set in stone, but I don’t doubt there will come a time. What else are honeymoons for?” Aesop laughed softly, before pressing a small kiss against her mouth. And then - he smirked.

“Ooh, trying number 5 on me, are we?” she teased, grinning back at him.

“What? This is number 6, loud and clear! I should know, it’s my own mouth!”

“It’s number 5, trust me. This is a scientific list, tested and confirmed, while it is your mouth, it is I who sees it.”

“Oh, just kiss me, you impossible woman.”

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No Trespassing

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: it was a chilly, October night when Sam dragged you along for one of his impulsive plans for the two of you. With the idea of actually scaring you backfired, you found yourself in a position of questioning your friendship with himm… you just weren’t sure what was more terrifying.

Word count: 8.2k

A/N : Thank you everyone for being so patient, and we apologize for the third update of this series taking an extra week.

This is my first time writing a Sam fic, so bear with us! Again, this is a collab with Allie - @ageofnations , so don’t forget to send feedback, love and support her way! Hopefully you guys enjoy this one ❤️

Warnings: cursing, mentions of the paranormal, sexually explicit content/ 18+ MINORS DNI!! (unprotected penetrative sex, car sex, bratty dom!Sam, fingering, orgasm denial, slight choking, dirty talk/praise and maybe a little degradation)

The crunching of dried leaves scattered along the ground beneath your feet was the only sound as you followed behind Sam, guided by the glow of moonlight that had filtered through the trees and the beam of light from his flashlight. The chill of the October night air whipped through your sweatshirt, and you hugged yourself for the extra warmth.

You watched yourself put one foot in front of the other, hoping that if you focused on the movement, you wouldn’t turn around and run for home. Hoping that you wouldn’t think too much about what you and your best friend were about to do.

He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back. You were obstructed by a tall, chain-link fence, one that you probably would’ve noticed a while ago if you had been paying attention, towering in front of you. A white metal sign hung from the wire with bold red lettering, reading “NO TRESPASSING” as if it were your one and final warning. A sense of dread fell over you as your eyes fixated on the abrasive print. Uneasiness was an understatement to what you were feeling. You hated breaking the rules, and you were kicking yourself for agreeing to such a hare-brained idea in the first place.

“Sam…”

Of course he ignored you, like always. He held onto the fencing, testing its stability by slotting his foot into an opening of a link in the fence and gave a few experimental bounces. You tried again.

“I don’t think-“

“Would you stop worrying? Here.” Sam handed the flashlight to you, cutting you off. He looped his fingers around the fencing and lifted himself up. Before you knew it, he reached the top, swung his legs over the edge, and jumped, landing with a soft thud on his feet. He turned, giving you a shit-eating grin from the other side.

You rocked back on your heels, anxious about what you were going to do next. The whole thing felt like a mistake you would have been pressured into doing as a reckless, naive kid.

“This is so stupid. I can’t believe we are doing this,” you groaned in protest. Even though everything was telling you to turn back around and head towards the car, you felt compelled to take a step further.

“Oh come on, Don’t be a pussy now.” He waved his hand, gesturing for you to toss the flashlight over the top. You threw it over, but underestimated the distance when it fell a few feet in front of him. He picked it up out of the tall grass, but not without shooting you a death glare.

You wrapped your fingers around the chain links above your head, mimicking the same thing Sam had done a minute prior, and pulled yourself up. As you scaled the fence, the toes of your shoes threatened to slip from their position, and the thin metal wiring pressed into the bends of your fingers, sending a searing pain into the flesh.

“I swear, if I get arrested for trespassing, I’m going to…fucking… kill you,” you huffed between heavy breaths as you reached the top.

“You’d miss my pretty face too much to do that” Sam quipped back, looking up at you while illuminating the fence with his flashlight.

“I think you overestimate my affection for you.” You swung your legs over, facing back the way you came as you crawled down the other side. As if the universe wanted to throw a wrench in the feat you were attempting, you missed a proper hold for your foot, slipping down faster than you anticipated.

Thankfully, Sam had caught you, fumbling and dropping the flashlight on the ground, but managed to secure his hands under the swell of your ass to keep you from falling.

“You got it?”

You huffed an exasperated sigh at his question, mostly from the embarrassment of slipping and falling. “You can let go of my ass now, Sam.”

In an instant, his hands pulled away from you, and he cleared his throat to mask his own embarrassment, resorting to his normal insults to deflect. “Just making sure you don’t fall on it from being such a fucking clutz.”

“Whatever you want to tell yourself.” You hopped down once there were only a few feet from you and the ground, landing in the same manner as Sam, dusting yourself off as you attempted to prepare yourself for whatever came next. “Now let’s get this over with.”

Since you were a teenager, there had never been a year where you didn’t go to a haunted house. As scary as it was, you had always found it entertaining to see the theatrics that went behind each of the productions. Actors and actresses doing whatever they could to get a scare out of you, the realism behind the gory prosthetics and makeup, the talent it took to make it all fit seamlessly together. However, once you told Sam about your tradition, he insisted that you switch it up a bit.

Swap the acting with something real.

There were stories about this place. Once a beautiful house, home to a well-known, successful family, now the setting of various scary stories. A place that was sworn to be actually haunted by the inhabitants that once resided.

You tried to get out of it, but like most things, you were roped into the activity. Only there because Sam insisted you come with.

You approached the house, well, what was left of the abandoned house. Wooden boards lining the porch were warped and lifted. You started to worry that your foot would fall through from how dry-rotted it had become. It felt ominous, looking into the black holes of smashed-in windows.

It didn’t appear that Sam felt the same way with how he waltzed right up the stairs without a second thought, leaving you standing in your place, taking in the sight in front of you.

It really was beautiful in a way. You could imagine a family spending their summer days on this porch once upon a time, kids running around the yard, parents sitting and keeping an eye on them. You could imagine the paint that had once been vibrant on the outside drawing the attention of those that passed by. Maybe even see the children peering out the windows on snow days, watching the fluffy flakes fall, and hoping it all sticks to the frost-covered ground.

Each of those memories, fictional or not, was now covered by the dust and dirt of time. Worn and weathered into a much less inviting atmosphere. But you took the bait nonetheless.

You walked in, each cautious step of your foot making the floorboards groan as your weight shifted over them. Heavy dust motes hung suspended in the thick, stagnant air as the flashlight scanned the room.

Broken, overturned furniture and forgotten, random household items littered the floor around you. Layers of paint have peeled away in scraggly tendrils from the walls and ceilings. Spiderwebs clung to fixtures, and layers dust covered everything in a heavy blanket from the years of abandonment. The stairs leading up to the second floor had spots where holes had busted through the structure. There was nothing that could convince you to walk up to them, no matter how hard Sam might try.

You stayed right behind him, practically breathing down his neck as he moved through the decaying space. Mostly because you couldn’t see a damn thing without his light source, and you weren’t risking tripping in a place like this.

“Are you scared?” He teased, turning slightly to face you.

“Of what?”

”Scared of seeing a ghost?” He was taunting you in that ridiculous cartoonish spooky voice, and you would’ve pushed him if it didn’t mean you’d be distancing yourself from the light.

Instead, you scoffed at the thought. “You know what I’m actually scared of? The very real chance of getting tetanus, Samuel. This has to be your dumbest idea yet.”

As you entered another room, you immediately noted the crudely drawn design that you guessed was a pentagram adorning the floor in red spray paint. You spotted piles of empty beer cans, trash from food containers, torn condom wrappers, and crumpled cigarette packs in the debris scattered across the floor.

“I guess the local teenagers found their new hang-out spot.”

“I think they might have had the right idea.” Sam pointed the light down, studying and laughing at the painting, kicking over an empty beer bottle with his foot. “I can lay you down on this beautiful, dust-covered floor and set the mood just right. What’d ya say?”

“Ew!” You shoved his arm, making his laughing increase in volume. “You’re fucking gross. You know that?”

“Oh come on.” He flicked his wrist up, shining the flashlight directly at you. You tried your best to shield your eyes with your hand from the harsh light blinding you. “You can pull that stick out of your ass sometimes. I know it’s difficult for you, Y/N. Live a little!”

“And die from the black mold inhalation and asbestos that’s probably in here and god knows what. All that for some average, mediocre dick? I don’t think so, Sammy boy.”

“Ouch! I’m offended!” He clutched his chest in faux offense as he knocked into your shoulder to exit the room. But, the sudden creaking of floorboards coming from the second level made you both freeze in place.

You listened, holding your breath, as the sounds carried from one end of the house to the other. What the fuck was that?

You stayed deathly quiet, listening closely for the noise to repeat itself. The house stayed silent, eerily silent with the both of you staring at each other. When the sound didn’t occur again, you were already quick to be the skeptic, prepared to disprove any theory of something supernatural happening here.

Sam, however, seemed to change his demeanor completely, immediately convinced that whatever had made the noise was something to be afraid of.

“Alright,” he finally spoke up. “Let’s go.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, still frozen and rigid. “Go?”

“Yeah, Y/N. I’m getting tired. I think we should go.”

His eagerness to suddenly leave made you giggle to yourself, forgetting about your previous nerves. You grabbed his wrist before he could turn to leave the way you came. “Wait, wait. Things are finally getting interesting.”

“Interesting?” His eyes were wide as his whispering got louder with each word spoken. “You think that is interesting? You have no idea what that could be-”

He was cut off by another sound that sounded like scratching against the floorboards above you. Directly above you.

You watched as his eyes rose to the ceiling and then dropped back to you, wider than they were before. Even in the dark, you could tell that all color had drained from his face. You huffed another laugh at his shift in confidence. “Sam, I’m sure it’s just raccoons or something.”

“Is that supposed to be some joke? A prank or something?”

“This was your idea! I’m sure it’s fine,” you tried to reassure. “The house is old, it’s windy outside, it’s nothing!”

But just as you finished the sentence, you heard another deep groan come from another section of the house, just a room over from you both. The room you were about to enter just moments before. Your best friend’s face was straight, deadpan as he looked at you with clear annoyance. And as if you hadn’t been holding onto his wrist, he resumed his previous task of leaving the house in a hurry.

“Sam, wait!” You called after him.

It was a wonder how fast his legs allowed him to travel. You noticed his pace wasn’t much faster than normal, but you still had to take two steps for each of his strides.

He didn’t chance a look back at you, but with each small shift of leaves or calling of the night birds, he snapped his neck to investigate the noise before returning his gaze to the stream of light in front of him.

“You’re not scared, are you, Sammy?” You teased further, chuckling at the very obvious tunnel vision he was experiencing right now.

“No,” he said defensively. “I’m just tired, and I want to go home.”

“Yeah, right. If you were that tired, you would’ve asked me to drive. You’re scared.” By now, your laughter was causing difficulties in your trek back to his car. You were practically bent over, clutching your aching stomach as you gasped for air. You hadn’t realized you were at the fence from earlier until you came back up for air, seeing Sam’s frowning face staring right back at you. On the other side.

“How the fuck did you get over there so fast?” You asked incredulously, humor still evident in your tone.

“Maybe if you weren’t being so obnoxious, you’d be able to keep up,” he complained, flicking his hand that held the flashlight. “Now hurry, I’d really like to get to sleep at a decent time tonight.”

You couldn’t suppress your giggle as you made your way up the fence for the second time tonight. “Since when did you care so much about getting a full night’s rest?”

Your only response was an eye roll from him, but you counted that as a win.

You were almost disappointed that you could see the car in the distance. Watching Sam stomp the path to get to the vehicle, a slight pout and look of distaste on his features, had become quite amusing to you. All along, it had been his idea to come to this place, and you were a little anxious that you wouldn’t have as good of a time as he would. However, you kept thinking about how the roles had reversed as the night progressed, and the irony of that made your laughter worsen.

“Would you hurry up?” He hissed as quietly as his frustrations would allow him. “I know it’s dark, but can you please walk a little faster?”

“If you just admitted that you’re scared, maybe I’d consider it,” you giggled. “It’s really not that big of a- agh!”

In a moment, he had reached behind himself and grabbed onto your wrist, yanking you towards him so you could catch up. Essentially, he was dragging you along with him at the pace that he set. You were lucky that your stumbling feet could catch up.

“Sam!” You called to him, hoping that your chastising would go far enough to make him loosen his grip. Although, did you really mind the sweet, dull burn of his fingers around your wrist, bruising the skin?

“Quiet down, Y/N. Thanks to you, we actually will get arrested for being out here.”

But you both knew that was a lie. You had been talking loud, but you were far enough into the woods that no one would dare seek out you and whatever you were discussing. Besides, you were essentially at the car anyway.

“You’re just scared that whatever’s living in that house is gonna come for us. Are you really that scared, Sammy?”

“Christ, you are so annoying!”

In a blink, you felt your body being whirled around, your back colliding with what felt like cool metal, a loud thud resounding from the impact. Of course, the wind had been knocked from your lungs, and you groaned from the slight pain of it all, but upon opening your eyes, the shaky breath you tried to inhale was caught in your chest.

You were pressed against the side of the car, the cold surface sending shivers up your spine and reassuring you of the season’s welcome. Sammy’s hand was still wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. Yet he was so, so much closer now.

His chest was flush with yours, sternum heaving with a rapid pace of breathing, visibly frustrated with your act. With the moonlight serving as the only light source, you couldn’t see much, but you were sure that his pupils were wider, dilated in some way you couldn’t quite piece.

But when he looked at you, he saw intrigue. He saw how your cheeks seemed to turn a shade pinker. He saw how you shook from the proximity. He saw you.

“Oh? You’re into this, aren’t you?” There was a heated tone in his words, however, a sense of hesitance still remained. He was goading, trying to see what reaction he could get out of you. If he could continue treading on the limits of your friendship. “That’s why you’ve been acting like a fucking brat all night.”

“Sammy…” You warned him, having to turn your head to hide the flustered expression that you were ridden with. It was dark, but with the intense burn of your skin, it seemed as if he’d be able to see your blushing cheeks from a mile away.

“Look at me, baby.” The pet name itself would’ve been enough to make you listen to him, but when you felt him grab your chin and gently tug on it to meet your eyes, you couldn’t believe the effect he had on you.

Sam tilted his head in observation, paying close attention to your pursed lips and wide eyes. “My sweet, innocent Y/N likes getting thrown around? Roughed up a bit?”

Usually, you would’ve ached to slap the cocky smirk right off of his face. But now, as you listened to his teasing, you relished in the attention he was giving you.

What was wrong with you?

Even while under the influence, things had always been strictly platonic. You’d never looked at your best friend this way, and you had never felt this way around him. There had been no ‘close calls’ with you two; the parameters of where you stood remained. He never dared to touch or talk to you like he was now. So close you swore you could hear his heartbeat over your own.

He was pressing into you, leaning in a touch closer than he had been at the beginning of all of this. His hand had released your chin, but his fingers had begun to comb through and fiddle with a lock of your hair. The featherlight brushes led to very obvious goosebumps along your neck, something that he chuckled in amusement from.

You could kiss him right now.

With how close he was, you could throw away all inhibition and close the space between you. You could explore the mouth that had driven you insane with annoying banter and quips all night. The mouth that belonged to your best friend. He was your best friend. You had to stop this.

“What are you doing? What are we doing?” You couldn’t stop the anxiety bubbling inside of you. Sure, you had been itching to get a reaction out of him with your teasing and joking, but you had no idea it would progress to this. This wasn’t a response you had ever seen before tonight, and you hated how much you loved it.

Of course, Sam shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Whatever you want to do.”

Choices. Decisions to make, boundaries to cross. An endless vat of possibility. He knew better than to leave it up to you, but watching you visibly flip through each of your thoughts was much too entertaining to him. However, just to twist the knife of your torturous wound, he continued.

“You want this, don’t you?” He sneered, his nose crinkling ever so slightly with the mischievous grin on his lips. “I mean, I can let it go, act like this didn’t happen if that’s what you want. But personally-” He paused, always one for a dramatic flair. Bringing you to the edge of your seat, making you wait for what comes next. Loving the way your breath hitched as you listened for the rest of his sentence. “-I’m thinking about bending you over the hood of this fucking car.”

God, you were losing. You were losing your composure. Your willpower. Your balance. His words and tone made your knees buckle, your body quivering at the lovely image he had placed in your mind. You let your head loll a bit, resting it against his chest to bury yourself from the embarrassment creeping in. It was very obvious that he was ahead in whatever game this was, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“Yeah? Doesn’t it sound lovely?” He questioned, his hand grabbing your hip to keep you upright, pressing you that much more into the car behind you. Your agreement was muffled into his chest, prompting him to grab ahold of your chin. This time, he was much more gentle to lift your face, but his hungry expression of desire never changed.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” His hand fell from your face, now trailing a finger down your chest and stomach. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you, instead choosing to pay attention to each and every shift in body language from you. How you froze, trying to hide your squirming under his touch. How you stopped blinking as you felt his hand travel lower and lower. How your mouth opened just a touch more when he hooked his finger in one of the belt loops of your jeans. “You act like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You wanted to laugh at his joke, knowing it was an allusion to your previous banter with him, but you couldn’t. It seemed impossible to make light of a situation that was so heavy. You could taste the lust dripping from his lips as if it were some sweet, addicting syrup. But there was so much more to consider.

What were his expectations? What if things fell apart to the point you were no longer able to be friends with him? What if he wanted more than just this? Something you couldn’t give him?

“Sam…” You put your hands over his that tugged your hips towards him, the only action you were capable of that would show him how flustered you were feeling. “What happens if we do this?”

It was a silly question, one that made it seem like you hadn’t already hopped, skipped, and strutted past the fine line of what friends were and weren’t supposed to do. But it was a question you had to ask before you had gotten past the point of no return.

He hummed, as if he were searching for the answer to your query before settling on, “Nothing. We get this out of our system tonight, and we forget about it tomorrow.”

You knew you couldn’t. There was no way in hell you’d forget about this. You’d be absolutely unable to forget about the words he spoke and the looks he gave. The way he had already touched you, how his hands would feel on your body if things progressed. The way his hair felt draped over you while his lips were pressed against your neck.

But if that’s what it took for your friendship to not be affected by this, you’d agree.

“Does that sound okay?” He asked before sucking on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

A moan tumbled from your lips, and you whispered your consent as efficiently as possible. That, however, was all it took for him to resign to the urges that had built up through the night. That final confirmation to flutter from your open lips, allowing him to venture into this uncharted territory, exploring what you had danced around for years. What you were so sure of at this moment.

His lips disconnected from the delicately sweet, softness tucked away behind your ear. You would have had him stay there forever if he’d allowed it, but it was apparent that he had other plans for you. The heat coming from his body, all from the close proximity you found yourselves in, caused his addicting scent to flood your senses. The woodsy notes of his cologne swam freely in your head with the hints of his last cigarette lingering on his skin as you breathed him in.

You hadn’t thought about what kissing Sam would be like before this moment. Would he be gentle, explore each intricate detail of your lips with weightless touches of his own? Or would his tongue slip easily into your mouth, skip all the build-up, and dive right in?

The few seconds to consider the possibilities weren’t enough to prepare you before it happened.

His mouth melted effortlessly into yours, seamlessly, locking together like a perfect puzzle piece with the curves of his lips. It was hesitant at first, experimental as he sucked at your bottom lip, but not without leaving a playful nip between his teeth. His lips parted slightly and the hint of his warm, velvet-soft tongue graced your own. The gentle flicks, barely-there touches to tease you for what’s to come, was the very thing you had been craving all night as the harsh contrast of cold air stung your cheeks. Something you didn’t even realize that you wanted until it sent your senses into overdrive. You pulled at the collar of his jacket in desperate need for him to be closer to you somehow, even though his body was pressed entirely to yours.

That whimper into his mouth was what flipped that coin. This first side was testing the waters, seeing if there was even a shred of chemistry between the two of you before you would move to the next step. Now the other was facing you, any caution, any doubts he might have had about you were gone, vanished and replaced by a feral need to feel every part of you, to be inside you.

You began to experience that unbridled passion, that hunger for more as his tongue danced across yours in a fight for dominance, one he was clearly winning. With hips rutting into yours, you felt him pressing against your belly, almost painful from how hard he had become within the short time that felt like seconds. You didn’t even realize your hand traveling down his body until you felt his erection beneath your palm over his jeans. Each pass of your fingers brushing the rough denim, teasing him just enough to drive him crazy, was being paired with your panting breaths fanning across his mouth.

His forehead pressed into yours, eyes clamped shut as he felt every gentle squeeze of your hand around him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t relishing in this brief moment of control, watching his every reaction to your touch.

He throbbed against your hand, and he couldn’t help the urge to buck forward to chase the feeling, needing only that much more.

“You like that? You whispered, allowing the taunt to flutter across the shell of his ear, making him groan loudly while ripping your hand away from his hidden cock.

“Fuck this. Get in.” He snapped, the sound reminiscent of a growl rumbling from deep within his throat.

Suddenly, the door handle popped open and you found yourself thrown into the backseat, all with the same force he had used to slam you into the side of the car. You crawled until your back was against the interior of the door, quickly followed by Sam diving in after you. You were undoubtedly cramped in the small space, but the way he had slotted himself between your legs, like he had been there many times before, you couldn’t care less about the circumstances. The glow of the moon shining through the rear windshield, cast Sam in its gauzy light.

You were witnessing this new, near-primal look swirling in the darkness of his eyes, pupils lust-blown out as they raked down your body.

He wasted no time hooking your legs around his waist as he pressed himself into you, leaning down to catch your lips once again. They were starving in their desire for you while his hands slipped under your sweater, you shivered from the cool touch of his hands trailing up your stomach. He hummed to himself, appreciating the softness of your skin, and your muscles quivered uncontrollably from the tickling sensation as he made his way up your body.

His thumbs hooked under the band of your bralette, pushing it over the swell of your breasts along with the sweater, causing them to fall when released from the snug material.

You might have protested your bare chest being so exposed to the freezing air if it wasn’t for Sam licking one of your nipples into his mouth the second they were freed from your clothing. His wet tongue drew languid circles around the sensitive nub as he palmed over the other. The intoxicating warmth, the heat, of his mouth drove you wild as he worked over the supple skin of your breasts.

You whined at the feeling, and it didn’t take much for your hips to grind into him. He reluctantly released your nipple from his mouth with a light pop of his lips and leaned back on his knees to look down at you.

Your hands reached out to find the tattered hem of his sweatshirt, and your fingers dipped under to feel the silken skin against your fingertips. He instantly shuddered at the contact, hissing through his clenched teeth, “Your hands are fucking freezing, Y/N!”

A small giggle you were trying to hold in escaped your lips just as you released the button of his jeans, “Awww, is Sammy afraid of it shrinking?”

Instead of responding to your juvenile taunting, he fell forward and his all-too-perfect teeth sank into the flesh of your neck, making you cry out suddenly.

You didn’t even realize the nervousness coursing through your body at this moment until you noticed your fingers trembling along the elastic band of his boxer briefs.

“That’s cute.” He teased, licking at the now tender spot where he had just bitten, but you were able to pick up on the subtle change in his breathing when your fingers slid into his pants.

The toned, lean muscles of his stomach contracted when you finally slipped beneath the fitted boxers. A shaky sigh left his chest as soon as you touched the trimmed patch of hair, traveling down to feel his bare skin. He was so warm, and so smooth. It was beyond surreal, feeling your best friend in such an intimate way, yet somehow staying natural. You traced the details with a cautious touch until you realized… oh my god.

You gasped in shock, instantly breaking into nervous laughter “Holy shit, Sam! You never said you were hung like a-“

You couldn't even finish the thought before you were cut off from his lips crashing into yours, licking into your mouth in such a way that caused you to become completely distracted.

“Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up?” He mumbled against you, and acting out in a moment of impatience, he dug into his pants and pulled himself out so you could have the entirety of it in your hand, now with unrestricted access.

Oh fuck, You were holding Sam’s cock in your hand. It twitched slightly with each steady beat of his heart, rendering you speechless. Sure, you’ve done this before, but with Sam, it felt like you were doing this all for the first time.

Your heart was racing, stomach churning with excitement from the idea of fooling around like dumb teenagers in the back of his car, even running the risk of getting caught. You were here doing the same exact thing you had just made fun of inside the house only minutes before.

“Is it really a surprise to you?” He asked, voice husky and low, yet each word was interrupted with panting breaths as you wrapped your fingers around his length, He couldn’t hide the way he smiled into your cheek in response to your reaction, and you could only nod, and with a gentle rock of his hips, he continued, “Go on, baby. Touch me.”

That gentle push of encouragement was all you needed to stroke him, slowly at first, taking in just how soft, how delicate he seemed, all in perfect contrast to how thick and heavy he felt in your hand. A bead of precum leaked from the tip and you collected it with a swipe of your thumb while you continued to pump a loose fist over him.

Sam pulled his face from yours to watch you touch him this way, wanting to remember every second of this moment with you. He groaned loudly, letting his head roll back as he placed his hand on your knees to steady himself, squeezing his fingers harder into the flesh with each flick of your wrist.

“Mmmmm…fuck. That feels so…so good,” He breathed out, shaking through each word and his head tipped forward. You watched as his brows upturned, knitting together tightly in pleasure, showing the expressions of being lost in the feeling of your hands working him.

Just watching him made the dull ache of your arousal start to build rapidly, making you grind yourself against him in search of any friction. You clenched your thighs even though they were still wrapped around his. You wanted him so badly it was borderline embarrassing.

“Sam…” You couldn’t hold back the pathetic whine while lifting your hips, desperate in the need to feel something, anything more from him. You reached out with the other hand, taking in a handful of his sweater so you could yank him close to you.

“Oh baby, what is it? Are you feeling left out?” He mumbled into your jaw, his open lips brushing against the vulnerable skin. “Did you want something from me?”

His smirk told you that he knew the answer, of course, you wanted something from him, but you nodded anyway. You hoped that stroking him more fervently than before would help his decision to give you what you wanted. With a groan, his lips met yours, matching the neediness that you were feeling. His fingers found the button of your pants, frantically working to unclasp the garment as your fingers worked against him. Out of frustration from not wanting to waste another second, his hand dipped under your waistband without waiting to tear the clothing away from you. Your hips bucked into his hand as his fingertips traced along the inside of your thigh.

His fingers dipped between your legs, pressing against the thin fabric of your underwear. The teasing, whisper of a touch only caused you to squirm restlessly and let out a soft whimper in need.

He decided to give in to your non-verbal pleas even if he wanted to hear the sounds of your eagerness throughout the night. Despite the lack of space in the backseat, he was still able to make quick work of ridding you of your pants, tossing them into the front seat completely out of your view.

He leaned in, hovering his lips above yours just enough so you could feel the warmth of his breath fan over them again. His hand slipped between your legs once more, now without the restrictions of the denim. The only barrier between him and where you needed him most left was your dampening underwear clinging to your body. With the graze of his fingertips, he could feel the heat building within your core.

He circled his fingers lazily over your covered clit, realizing just how turned on you truly were. He was experiencing your need, understanding that it wasn’t just words or phrases you thought you should say at the moment.

He practically purred into your parted mouth, “Oh baby, you’re soaked.”

You writhed beneath him, squeezing him in your hand with each swipe of his fingers over where you needed him most.

“You want me to take these off?” He asked, looking into your eyes, followed by a light snap of the garment against your skin. His lips were so close, and when you leaned up to meet them, he pulled back just out of your reach.

He tsked behind his teeth in disapproval at your impatience, “Gotta answer me first.”

“Yes…Sam, please!”

With his fingers looped around the waistband of your underwear, he slipped them off your lifted legs that rested on his shoulders. If you were somehow half-paying attention, you would have seen him tuck them into the back pocket of his pants before continuing.

He took his time to admire the softness of your skin, rubbing from your ankles down to the thickness of your thighs as you wrapped them around him. You allowed them to fall to the sides, spreading open for him to see you like this for the very first time. As if you brought him under his trance, his eyes fell, now that there wasn’t anything left to his imagination. You wrapped your hand around him again, stroking him in an effort to bring his attention back to you.

He dropped forward and planted a kiss on your lips as he traced the sensitive spot with a brush of his fingertips. The cold chill lingering on his skin made your body instantly shudder the second he slipped a finger inside your heat. You tightened around him in your want to hold him there, causing a groan to rumble from his throat.

“Look at you,” he cooed in your ear, the rasp in his voice revealing a certain cockiness that had started to surface. The curling of his finger inside you pulled a moan residing deep within your chest, “Is that really how you feel about me?”

You could only nod in desperation. The hand that wasn’t preoccupied with pleasuring him was gripping tightly onto the fabric of his sweatshirt that bunched up against his chest, pulling him as close as you possibly could.

Sam pushed another finger deep into your pussy, brushing against your sweetest spot with increasing pressure. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought the movements were reminiscent of how he might pluck the strings of his bass.

Even with that image, your ability to concentrate fell apart within seconds, your lips failed to move against his, and even lost the focus you had on him in your hand. The only thing occupying your thoughts was the need to chase that feeling building between your legs. The sounds of your growing wetness echoed throughout the backseat.

You were panting into his mouth as your hand released around him to find a new hold, now wrapped around his wrist with nails digging into the skin. The clear decision to pull him away or to keep his fingers buried inside you became muddled the closer he coaxed you to the very edge.

You were so, so close when he suddenly pulled his fingers from you, making you whine out from the loss of contact, to wrap them around the base of his cock that you had been neglecting. His beanie had slid off his head at some point, allowing hair to fall across his face as he looked down between your legs.

“I can’t wait any fucking longer. I need to feel you, y/n,” he groaned, almost sounding drunk despite the both of you being completely sober all night.

Sam’s breathing was nearly as strained as yours had become, fogging up the windows within the few minutes spent intertwined together. He shifted his body against you and lined himself at your entrance, dragging himself through your folds, coating himself in your slick with the teasing passes with his cock over your clit. When his eyes flicked up to meet yours, you caught the devilish grin spreading across his features, but you were more than ready to take his hand for the sinful act. The sight should have acted as a warning, and you placed a hand against his shoulder and gave him a final nod.

“W-wait a ahh-“ you were cut off by him pushing himself into you, stretching you out in one quick motion. “Oh…oh my god, Sammy!” The ragged moan evolved into breathy giggles as he bottomed out inside you.

“Oh…fuck.” He breathed into the crook of your neck, joining in your laughter as your fingers knitted into the tresses of his long hair. He stilled his movements with the head of his cock nestled safely against your cervix, adjusting to how incredible you feel, wrapping tighter around him more than he could have imagined, even if he tried.

He reached out with an open hand to brace himself against the door, lifting off of your body slightly to watch his cock plunge inside you. His hips began to roll into you, slow and experimental at first.

The familiar fire within you had been building, a climax left suspended without release, was now bubbling within your belly once again. He pushed himself up to sit between your legs, and you took the opportunity to touch yourself.

He watched in pure awe with mouth hanging slightly open as you collected your wetness between your fingers and circled them over your clit while he thrusted into you. You wanted to bask in the feeling forever, how he glided effortlessly into your pussy with each snap of his hips.

“Holy shit,” he sighed out through a shaky breath, brows knit tightly together as his fingers pressed even harder into the padding on your knees.

“Like what you see?” You relished in the ability to see that look on his face, how it revealed his loss of power, the control that had been shifting between you all night.

He laughed in response, the fucked-out sound making your head spin just as his gaze returned to you behind half-lidded eyes, ”You’re so fucking hot, Y/N. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

Sam’s unfiltered praise made your heart race, and you clenched around him causing his eyes to roll back behind heavy lids in ecstasy.

His name tumbled from your lips over and over in broken whispers. You were overwhelmed by him. He was everywhere, every sensation, consuming every one of your senses. The feeling of the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against your thighs, the way his breath fanned across your cheek, to how his hand gripped onto your hip. All of it threatened to make you unravel at the seams with each passing second.

“I know,” he murmured softly. You didn’t have to say another word. He was right there, experiencing all of this with you.

Your hands slipped under his sweatshirt and in the cloudy haze of your pleasure, your fingernails dragged across the smooth expanse of his back. The sharp sting of your nails flipped a switch inside him instantly. He fucked into you harder than before, abandoning the mercy he had held for you up until now.

His hand left your waist and snaked around your neck with fingers pressing just hard enough to make you aware of their presence. He felt you swallow against his palm and your hand wrapped around his wrist to keep him there.

“What did you say earlier? Oh yeah…average, mediocre dick? Those were your words weren’t they, baby?” He taunted into your ear, emphasizing the words with a harsh thrust into you, only to be paired with a mocking smile against your cheek.

“Sam…please!” You cried out in a broken sob along with a pathetic hold on the fabric of his sweater. You were right there.

“You are quite the actress with how you’re falling apart all over my cock like this, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have a response, the dirty words coming from his mouth were rendering you speechless. Even though you should have predicted it coming, you had no chance to say something witty back, and he knew it. Another rush of heat pulled to your face when you blushed at the thought. He was right, you were a mess and he was never going to let you forget it.

“Shut up.” It was all you could muster with how close to the edge you had become.

He slowed to an agonizingly deliberate pace, unhurried in his actions, eliciting a loud groan from you in protest. “What? Don’t get all shy on me now. Tell me how it feels?”

You searched endlessly for a coherent answer as he continued to fuck you patiently, yet the words had abandoned your brain altogether with each brush of his cock against that hidden spot.

It was a pitiful whine that left your mouth, “Ah, fuck…you feel so good, Sammy.”

And god, he did. You would curse at the thought that you had waited this long to find out for yourself. You wanted to resist the urge to tell him. It was Sam afterall, and the last thing he needed was the stroke to his ego.

“It’s gonna be hard to forget you saying my name like that.” The words swam in your consciousness in a hushed lullaby, airy through each exhale across your ear. “If you could only hear yourself. Say it again for me.”

The simple request dissolved any restraint you had left and his name spilled from your kiss-swollen lips.

His hand left its place around your neck and hooked around the back of your knee and muttered into the vulnerable skin of your throat, “I’m so close.”

You tightened your legs when you heard his admission, hooking your feet around his back to pull him completely flush against you.

“Seriously…” he let out in breathy, desperate pants, “I can’t…l, I-“ His hips began to falter through his stuttering and he gripped onto your leg tighter than before.

“Cum inside me, Sam,” you whispered into his ear, voice dripping with desire. He pulled away just far enough to look into your eyes, searching, making sure that’s exactly what you said.

“Y/N…”

You squeezed your legs around his waist again with your palm cupping his cheek. “You heard me, Sammy.”

“Are you sure?” His voice was weak for the first time tonight, revealing that despite the facade leading up to all this, he was under your absolute control.

Your head fell back against the hard plastic surface of the door, and you tightened around him with a final plea, “Yes! Please… I need you.”

The lewd sounds coming from him were divine and you wished you could listen to them forever as they bounced around your mind. It was the tipping point for you, causing you to sink into the depths of your orgasm.

The way you clenched around his cock with each blissful wave rolling throughout your body, halted his movements inside you. There was such an intensity to that sensation for him that it was only mere seconds until his own release followed yours.

The sudden warmth of his cum spilled into you while he was buried deep in your pussy. You stayed clutched onto him, his chest was heaving wildly as he laid against you, soaking in the high of what had just happened.

You stay locked together, reeling from every feeling and emotion transpired between you. You allowed yourself to embrace the comfortable silence, combing absentmindedly through his hair with gentle fingers, even tucking pieces behind his ear. Minutes had probably passed until he eventually pulled himself from you.

You just couldn’t resist the temptation of throwing one last jab at his expense. “So, are you gonna finally admit how terrified you were back there?”

“Really? You’re already back to being annoying as shit?” He scoffed with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes as sat against the seat. It could have been just because that’s how you and Sam were, but maybe it was an attempt to prevent awkward tension from developing.

Sam tucked himself back into his jeans and reached down to grab yours off the floor of the backseat, and threw them at you rather aggressively. You burst into another fit of laughter while rushing to pull the pants over your legs. You weren’t going to worry about finding your underwear with the mess threatening to drip down your legs.

He stepped out of the backseat, almost slamming the door behind, and slid back into his place on the driver’s side. You crawled over the center console into the front seat and flipped the visor down to see your reflection in the tiny mirror.

“Sam!” You gasped when you saw it. Under the harsh yellow lighting, your eyes locked on the very large, and painfully obvious blotchy bruise forming across the skin of your neck just below your ear. “Did you seriously give me a fucking hickey?!”

You pressed your fingers against it, desperate for it to fade away with each pull of your thumb across the surface of broken blood vessels.

He glanced over to you, grinning like the idiot he was, “Maybe everyone should see that I finally fucked you the way you deserve.”

Just as your mouth flew open in disbelief, he turned the key in the ignition, firing the dormant engine back to life.

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eternalfics · 24 days

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Could u do a Reita Toritsuka x female reader anythings good there's barely anything about himm😭😭

toritsuka reita as your boyfriend!

a/n: HIIIII, yeah I agree it’s so frustrating to see that toritsuka dosent have any fics and nobody likes him(ignore my saiki posts 😨) and uhh had no idea what to write for you so I’m giving your headcanons 🥳

summary: the title

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TORITSUKA REITA who is a big pervert at first, but you can see there’s less magazines hanging around and the inappropriate websites show up WAY less on his search history.

TORITSUKA REITA, who tells you who’s your guardian spirit, the types of ghosts are around school and he obviously shows you how some of them can possess him when he wants to get girls. (he dosent need any he’s got you 🥳)

TORITSUKA REITA, who always takes you out on dates, mostly to show you how cool he is. sure he does mess up once or twice, (11 times.) but he’s really trying. he just dosent want you to break up with him since most people leave him.

TORITSUKA REITA, who introduces you to saiki, (check my saiki bf hcs out 😉)as soon as you get together, he wants you to get along with all his best pals! including saiki of course. 😇

TORITSUKA REITA, who lets you take his headband off and play with his hair. surprisingly he’s a haircare type of person but he dosent really show that.(my hc) he totally does wash days with you.

TORITSUKA REITA, who tells you that he dosent know who Arisu Makino is. what do you mean that it’s that girl with the black hair joined his occult club? he never had one! and if he did he would totally tell you.

TORITSUKA REITA, who shows you the members of his band for the festival. (haven’t watched season 2 yet look in a/n 😒) even though their playing was terrible, you wouldn’t tell him that right? (he already knows that). he invited you to join his band, but you had to refuse 😃 (the lyrics are horrendous)

TORITSUKA REITA, who loves you for who you are. even if you don’t have big bewbs or a fat bunda he’ll still love for you for your great, thick, unique personality 😇

#toritsuka reita #toritsuka x reader #toritsuka reita x reader #toritsuka fluff #toritsuka reita fluff #toritsuka reita x y/n #the disasterous life of saiki k

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drenosa · 1 month

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Inspired by an oc of @evenmorefatallyobsessed (mild nfsw alert btw)

Neptune: *Holding up a dating app on a Scroll in front of Sun, swiping either left or right at the Monkey Faunus' direction* Look, sometimes you got to take some drastic measures to get over a girl. Sure, you're saying you're happy to just be friends with Blake, but that doesn't mean you have to forget about your needs.

Sun: *Listening with half-a-mind* Sure... Left. Left. ... Right. Left. Ooh, Deffo Right. Says she also likes to use her tail for ~fun~.

Neptune: Yeah, you're getting it. Don't worry, bud. This Certified Lady's Man will help you get your groove!

Sun: *Pausing his swiping to give Neptune a pointed look* Certified, huh?

Neptune: *Coughs slightly* Ye-yes, now come on. Just a few more.

Sun: Uh-huh... Left. Right. Left. Left. ... !!! *Snatches the Scroll out of a surprised Neptune's hand* Oh, Right to the Hells to the Yeah! Bona-Fide Major MILF!

Neptune: Woah, seriously?! Lemme see, lemme see! *Grabs the Scroll back*

Sun: Never saw an office jacket and pencil skirt look THAT good before. And on an ass like that?! Gawd DAYUM!

Neptune: No way, someone look that good for you to... to- *Stares at the Scroll in abject shock and horror* Ah... fuck.

Sun: *Blinking away his surprise at Neptune's reaction* Whu... what, she got some super red flags or something?

Neptune: Uh... Yeah?! Holy hell, that's my Mom!

Sun: ...

Neptune: ...

Sun: Bitch. Would! *Starts climbing over the table to get at the Scroll and Neptune* Gimme that scroll back! I got to message her ASAP!

Neptune: Hell no! *Shoving a hand in Sun's face to keep him away* Back off, motherfucker! This shit ain't gonna happen!

Sun: *Smushed face* Fwuf hoo! ma honna bu a mahafaha fu wheel! Himme! [Fuck you! I'm gonna be a motherfucker for real! Gimme!]

Neptune: *Using multiple limbs to keep Sun away* Bros before hoes, dick-weasel! My mom ain't no hoe fo' sho'!

Sun: *Face unsmushed, trying his hardest to reach the promised land that is his Scroll* Imma weasel my dick into her! My hoe will plough her fields something fierce. Now give my Scroll back!

Neptune: That's a no from me, Bitch!

Neptune&Sun: *Start wrestling WWE-style*

~~~~~~~~~~

Yang: *Seated with Blake not far from the SeaMonkey Bros* So... that guy at one point, huh?

Blake: *Mildly embarrassed at the short-lived crush* At one point, yes.

Yang: *Grinning bemusedly* Certainly a catch that slipped away. Can't believe I got reeled in instead.

Blake: *Elbows Yang in the ribs* Shush you. I can still do a catch-and-release with you.

Yang: Hehe. Love you too, Blakey.

Blake: *Muttering* You better.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #oc #ariel vasilias #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #bumbleby

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boysareouttonight · 1 year

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what really gets to me is how they could've easily made mac have just a little crush on dennis or be sexually attracted to him and turn it into a joke/punchline of the show but they were like no this isn't enough mac wants to fuck dennis but he also wants them to be a couple and do stuff that couples do. like wdym mac offered to raise brian jr with dennis and fixed their apartment assuming they would be sleeping in the same bed. not to mention all the stuff in the gang texts. mac wanting to bang dennis is one thing but when i remember he probably wants to hold his hand and wake up next to him and stuff like that it makes me go absolutely insane bc this is so serious. rob puts everything he's got to make sure we know mac is hopelessly in love with him subverting how mac is a horrible person but this feeling he has for dennis is pure and genuine and i just need him to know that he can have dennis he doesn't have any clue SOMEBODY TELL HIMM

#if they ever confirmed dennis doesn't have any feelings for mac it would ruin everything i don't think i would survive this #let mac hold this 40 year old man's hand please #macdennis #iasip

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nahoyasbabymami · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers x Mean!Black!Reader

NAHOYA KAWATA SMILEY

Loves being mean too you

Will throw an insult at you any second of the day (doesn’t mean it tho)

Loves watching you fight

Hey how about you try fighting him but ignore how his blush gets darker with every hit that connects

Absolutely loves watching you fight

Please be mean too him he loves fighting with you

“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch you’d have more friends-”

Was not expecting a punch too his face and you calling him a punk but….he deff didn’t hate it

Is he blushing?? or is that just blood from the bruises you gave him from the last time yall fought

Everytime your mean too him he’ll be twice as mean back

SOUYA KAWATA ANGRY

Don’t he will cry (do it.)

“what was that for?” STOPPP HES POUTING

You can throw a few insults at him sometimes, just not too much mkay?

He can deff take it he’s heard worse buttt do be prepaired to atleast get knocked upside your head

He likes watching you fight but does get really worried so make sure you let him know you still aight

Don’t even try too fight him he’ll refuse immediately

He blushes hella alot when looking at you so just ignore tht

“What the fuck is you lookin at me for?”

“didn’t wanna look atchu anyway...” i just wanna-

STOP BEING SO MEAN LOOK AT HIMM

MANJIRO SANO MIKEY

What the fuck did he do?

“You don’t have too be such a bitch”

Why was you fist flying at his face? He was just being honest

He thinks your interesting, let him watch you fight

He was glad your in the gang, the way you never let anyone close too you was cool tbh

Forces you too buy him food

“Now why would i buy yo shortass food??”

Ok. Yall are deff fighting

Keep talkin shit and he might actuall start throwin hands

You don’t give a fuck though you still gon say what u gotta say

KEN RYUGUJI DRAKEN

Oh god not another one

He doesn’t have the patience or time for this

He already has too deak with Mikey and Keisuke why you two?

Say sum slick again and you WILL be dealt with

“If you mutter somethin else under your breath-”

Did you just kick him? Was that a joke? that didn’t even hurt get a grip

Atp he’s ignoring you now hes so sick and tired someone get this nigga sum weed or sumthin

Stop getting jumped everywhere you go he doesnt have time for this (he’ll still do it tho)

He thinks the way you fight is cool ig (kick him again yall gon fight)

BAJI KEISUKE

Tf was you starin at him like that for? what he do? you wanna fight?

“Your lucky we at a meeting”

“Fuck you and this meeting”

Clench yo fuckin teeth and put them hands up, cuz yall finna fight

Now both of yall in trouble this is yo fault btw

He thinks you trynna be him

You always trynna fight him and you ALWAYS GET YO SHIT ROCKED GIVE IT UPP

He still gon fight you though

Come by the dojo so he can teach you sum..you dont gotta go just because he asked though..(BITCH GO)

He wants too get closer too you in his own lil way, like kicking your ass at the Dojo.

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

Now he’s crying. What the fuck is wrong witchu

He knows your joking but it still kinda hurts his feelings so chill the fuck out

Now hes side eyeing you

“What i do?”

YOUR HEART

Now you gotta walk away look at what you’ve done

“Shut the fuck up” HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING STOP THIS

He can’t tell if your mean or if you have trouble talking too people

He’s still gonna be with you though

Never leavin your side cuz yall locked in

#Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers x black reader #black reader #mean reader #nahoya x black reader #souya x black reader #mikey x black reader #keisuke x black reader #baji x black reader #draken x black reader #takemichi x black reader #minee

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wannaseewhatshangin · 1 year

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howdy! Hope your day is going well, can you do johnny cade fluff headcanons on what'd it be like to date him? tysmm

Aw thank you so much my day was great I hope yours was too <3 and I will MOST DEF do that for you. ❤️

Ok so, when he first saw you boy Fr said “👁️🫦👁️” LMFAOOO

You would catch him staring and when you would look at him he would LITERALLY fall out of his seat or wherever he was sitting.

It’s adorable, really.

Ponyboy and two bit encouraging him to ask you out. <3

“Johnny just ask her, worst that can happen is that she says no” “..two bit…that’s EXACTLY what im scared of.”

Dallas telling him to grab your ass and Johnny be like “😳 no shut up!”

Two bit grabbing Johnny’s hand and putting it on your leg when your not looking.

“Y/n I swear- two bit- it was himm” “it’s alright johnny I believe you 💀”

Believe it or not…Dallas and sodapop and two bit, ponyboy being your number 1 shippers.

No objections.

Johnny will finally get the courage to at least FLIRT THATS IT.

“Hey um your hair looks really pretty toda- well it looks pretty everyday.- but today is it’s best da-ok I’m gonna shut up” LMFAO 💀

Sodapop knowing that Johnny is already a sweetheart/gentleman but he still gives him tips on how to swoon you. IN A SWEET WAY….unlike Dallas.

well actually Dallas would also join in on helpin him swoon you IN A SWEET WAY.Helpin a brotha out yk.

“Hey y/n can I talk to you?” Poor baby is shook 😭 “sure, what’s up?”

“Um..I really like you- actually I love you. Your the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my whole entire existence…will you please be my girlfriend?” “Of course Johnny”

PLEASE give him a kiss on the cheek after bc why not.

Boy would die and come back to life and then fall for you all over again. <3

Your number 1 shippers in the window literally SCREAMING.

Two bit: OH MY FUCKING GODDD AHHH SO CUTEEE.

Dallas: OOP OMG HE ACTUALLY FUCKING DID IT

Sodapop: OMG GET MARRIED AHHH

Ponyboy: OK I SEE YOU STAYIN GOLD AHH (PLEASE 💀)

Y’all two are SO cute together and I don’t wanna hear no buts no cuts no coconuts (wreck it Ralph reference duh 💀)

Cuddles everywhere!!!!!!

So cute!!

Him blushing at you even LOOKING at him.

“Why are you looking at meeeuhh” “your cuteuhhh”

“😳”

“Awww” kisses please. Pretty please.

He loves when you hug him. AHHH

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #80s #80s movies #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #two bit mathews #sodapop x reader #two bit headcanons #outsiders #outsiders fanfic #outsiders headcanons

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rickgrimesdoingrickthings · 6 months

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[THE EMPRESS] - Do they participate in or have a self-care ritual? If so, what does their routine look like?

Rick Grimes - Self Care Headcanons (I made sure to add many.)

Hates to be dirty.

Even when they were in prison or in improvised camps, Rick would use buckets and clean cloths to wash himself.

When possible, when clean water available, will clean himself many times per day.

Will prefer to camp near a lake or river.

Grabs all the sugar free chewing gum he can find, he's almost always chewing something with mint- he hates being with a bad breath.

Eats things that help to keep his teeth clean, such as apples.

Knows how to use plants and sticks to clean his teeth and nails.

Actually hates cold showers, unless it's a very very hot day.

Might sit to pee, he would hate to smell like piss or get his clothes dirty.

When going on scavenge missions, he won't use any perfumes to not attract walkers or have enemies know he probably has a community, but when he knows he's not going out of the walls for a while, he likes to use soft colognes.

Even when his bear is longer, he looks after it, trims etc. unless he's very depressed or doesn't have the means to do so.

Loves jeans- charming and durable, can wear a good range of jeans sizes, would rather wear tight than loose.

When he's in battle or in the wild, he smells mostly like blood and leather because of his belt and jacket and a bit like mint - because of the chewing gum or because he's crewing the plant.

Very rigorous intimate hygiene, he doesn't want to get an infection.

He cares way more about his looks than most people think- his curls aren't fluffy and charming for no reason.

Rick loves wearing a belt, he knows it makes him sexier, he feels more confident that way.

He prefer shirts with buttons, he finds more elegant, but if he's going into action or is going to sleep, he prefers simpe loose T shirts- he also doesn't want to stain his best clothes with blood.

Uses hair fixer, conditioner, hair products when they are available.

He's not a common guy when it comes about look and self care, he DOES pick his shampoo and conditioner, toothpaste, etc. Rick's so freaking selective, sometimes it's annoying even- when he has time and many resources at his disposal though. When it's wild life, he will just shove it all into his bag and use whatever is available, He's selective when the world allows him to be.

He likes to listen to music while taking care of himself and giving himself some love.

He likes socks, doesn't like walking with bare feet.

Hates being wet.

Considers lip balm important and uses it- he doesn't want his lips cracking and hurting, he wants to prevent infections.

He keeps his nails short. More practical, doesn't want to break a nail while runnig or grabbing something- his nails often are marked or hurt because he's always either fighting or working- and he's clumsy with things he don't put much attention, might have hammered his finger a few times.

His watch is precious to himm, he's always wearing.

He likes to look good and he loks good because he works for it.

Keeps combing his curls back to place and hair strands behind his ear.

He's practical, wants a look that won't get in his way.

Knows as a leader he needs to look decent and presentable.

He's aware that being hot helps convince and persuade people.

Borderline metrosexual

Keeps brushing his curls back to place, specially when in social situations- he's an introvert, being around too many people stress him out and make him lowkey nervous.

He's very good at acting, can fake really real to manipulate, some small expressions of threat and stress escape sometimes- uses his looks to complement that.

Rick knows his hips, chest and thighs are sexy, when he wants to look good, he wears clothes that highlight that.

Hates being half dressed or naked in front of others.

Hates to be watched or get catcalled or flirted with by people he doesn't feel intimate enough.

Probably never shaved totally ever again because Deana and Michonne kept flirting with him.

He knows that what peopple think about him iS important, he uses his looks to help people think about him what he wants them to think about him- so sexy when he needs to, wild demon covered in blood from hell when he needs to scare.

He doesn't like to look scruffy.

Gets long sleeve shirts to keep pulling the sleves bitch.

Likes to combine elegant with practical, durable clothes with somethig that is comfortable. Loves his murder jacket because it is all those things combined.

Rick actually had a good fashion sense, rarely will wear something ridiculous if he has options.

Looks good evn wearing shitty ragged clothes because of his body posture and the way he carries himself.

Prefers boots, prefers heels- got used to them since worked for years wearing that as uniform, the heels help protect his feet from stepping on rocks and things that could hurt him- makes him look a bit taller, he likes-also help him keep a good posture- back and shoulders in place.

Doesn't like people poking his hair or clothes that he spent time to fix.

Ears clean always.

He's aware of the size of his forehead, don't point that out, he will give you the murder look.

He has a lot of hair actually.

He trims and shaves down there for hygiene sake. Same with armpits, never leaves too much hair.

He's aware of his height 1,78m (heels to look a bit taller since he's surrounded by BIG MEN).

Would love being COMPLIMENTED about his looks actually, in a respecful not dirty flirty way.

Loves feeling appreciated.

Don't steal or use his beauty produts without asking.

IT IS A SECRET HE LOOKS AFTER HIMSELF SO MUCH

He already has suffered bullying and prejudice because e takes care of himself and because of his looks (height, forehead, lips, whatever people come up with to bother him).

HE IS VERY RESERVED

If you find out his self care routine, don't tell people about it, he will feel betrayed and close himself.

If you're close enough with him though, discussing looks, fashion, styles and self care can be a thing.

He's willing to hear opinions about his style- if you tell him a certain belt or boots or pants etc. fit him really well, he might consider getting it.

Rick will be taking LONG WARM SHOWERS if he can.

Might sleep naked if the covers are soft, loves feeling his clean skin brush against comfy things.

Likes soft fluffy things, loves the collar of plush of his murder jacket.

Boxers, always, and never too loose boxers, he doesn't like feeling his balls hitting each other when he runs. He also doesn't want to get hurt. (Bitch runs A LOT).

Can wash his own clothes, does laundry, likes order, likes being neat and livin in neat spaces, will do his housework, it's part of his self care.

Eyelashes.

He's dirty blonde, so when his hair is wet or has hair fixer on it, it looks darker- when it's dry and natural, it looks lighter. Hair got lighter with time, before it started to gray.

His eyebrows might look invisible when they're not combed right and he frowns and he's under sunlight (th blonde eyebrows vanish) (see episde CODA lmao)

Combs his eyebrows

Is aware that he's getting gray hair all over- maybe would dye his hair if it wasn't fo the apocalypse

Super shy about everything that is written above.

He likes being in shape (beyond the survival needs to be able to run etc.)

Rick actually worries about his diet and tries to eat healthy when possible (seeks for fruits and protein).

Loves beard scratches.

Is actually proud of his hair and beard, he knows people think it makes him look stronger in a way.

His eyes are light blue, almost gray- will look intense cyan when there is mist, light cyan and gray when under a clear sky, deep blue when it's night or darker, bright silver if he's indoors, green if near forests.

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titan-senpai · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could do a dick sizes with Inazuma men- maybe throw zhongli on there aswel.

p-p

uqbabvacoaw

sure sorry for the late post but ye this was request was before ayato , but ill throw Ayato and zhongli on there aswel.

Dick sizes with the inazuma men + Zhongli

WARNING ; NSFW 18+ content!! youve been warned ~

Ayato.🌊

i have a feeling his D would be not to thicc but not to slim.. it would have a vein under to the tip-

but its bigger than avarage, around 7-8 inches but it hits ur insides so i woudn't complain oh he often teases you to prepare you for his shaft i personally think he would have a beautymark on there aswel just like a lil dot on the side.

Kazuha 🍃

his manhood would be avarage with a slight curve up its on the slimmer side..but he hits your G spot everytime so the grith doesnt matter.

i think around 6 inches , bet ya his d is just as pretty as he is probably no veins but his tip is a bit redder than the rest.

(sorry imma simp)

Gorou 🐶

I LOVE HIMM AAAHHH -sorry-

his D would be avarage but i have a headcannon that he would be stuck to you like when dogs breed. but his dick is probably around 6-7 inches with a cute vein on the side.

buuttt when hes in heat is def gets bigger and he would be craving your touch. And would last way longer 😏oop-

but overal- a good boy a great boi with a cute dick

Thoma 💞

GABABA AWOOGAAA

his D? perfection. his diet is healthy he works out. he does the cooking- i bet his dick is as perfect as he is <3

but a little on the bigger side 8-8 1/2 with a pink tip, no veins but he is thicc so he streches you out almost splitting you in half and his tip hitting your G-spot like crazy.

but overal, fantastic dick husband

Itto 💎

Ehem. Have you seen him like huh that man is built like a god. Godamn but i bet he packin you know those red stripes that are on his body? I feel like he'll have a few on his shaft. His "man hood" would definitely be bigger than avarage i think around a good 9-10 inches. oh FOROGT to mention the pp is thicc like

Goodluck with that 💃

Zhongli 🍵

The one and only.. The big dong zhong.

Morax. He's definitely packing but i feel like he's not that big as itto but the same level.

It's around 9 inches, slim but that's alright, i like to think that he goes in heats to as Gorou but i feel like hid dick would be wayy bigger do 11 inches when he's in heat? 😩 His tip would be darker than the rest of his body and with a few veins here and there.

But yeah Goodluck with that one.

I think i kinda went overboard with the sizes but meh- it is what it is 😏(^///^)

#genshin impact smut #genshin impact #ayato smut #itto smut #kazuha smut #gorou smut #zhongli smut #thoma smut #genshin smut #genshin imagines

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zyxelia · 2 years

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With You

Pairing: Junpei Yoshino x F!reader

wc: 1411 words

Summary: Falling in love with a quiet boy. It's a little hard because he's always shy. After parting for a while, i will try to befriend him. But, he's going to a boy's private school. That doesn't mean any change to the plans anyway

I just fall in love with himm

part 1 , part 2

"So, I just need to move this here, and then…"

You were trying to dress up for your first day at school. even though it's still 4 a.m. And the sun still hasn't come up.

"Hais, Why does a boy's uniform feel more comfortable with long pants? Not like the girl's, with a short skirt." You sighed. "Not to mention how cold I feel when it's raining." You turn your head back and look at your own reflection in the mirror.

"I could have fallen in love with myself, really." Rubbing your cheeks with your index finger, "This uniform felt so comfy."

"I believe there are no rules about having long hair in school." You decided to style them in a side-swept style with a hair tie in the end to keep them in place.

"The card's identity, check. The bag and books, check. All the file checks… "

You were smiling like an idiot, feeling unbelievably happy and a little bit guilty about your own actions. How easily can you get a new identity because of your aunt, and how easily can you gain access to get into a high-class private boy's school knowing your real identity? Luckily, your uncle had a relationship with the headmaster.

Both your aunt and uncle are willing to help you achieve your first love with silly actions.

"We can tell his family to arrange a marriage," your uncle said, looking directly at you in the eyes.

"No need, Uncle. I had already settled my mind when I moved out of the house. " You smile.

"It's a boys' private school. Are you really sure? " Your aunt added, looking worried.

"Yes"

"I see," your uncle said, still not letting you out of his eyes. "How did you end up meeting and liking him anyway? No, first, who is he? Where did he come from? Which family did he come from? What about his parents? "

"There, dear," Your Aunt is slowly patting your Uncle's back to reassure him. "I'm sure [insert name] would tell us as we keep up with this conversation." Your Aunt gives a reassuring smile to your Uncle, which calms him a bit.

"Allright." Your Uncle responded. Trying to restrain himself "I'm just worried. [Insert name], You're the only child of your parents. That can also mean you're the direct heir to being the next family's head. Do you understand about that? "

"I see what you mean, Uncle."

"I also mean all the responsibility you will hold after being the family's head."

"Yes."

"So dear, What do you like about the boy? " Your Aunt is asking, teasing you.

You can feel your cheeks redden.

Where would you start? Ah, it feels dizzy. But your head was stuck on a sweet memory that you always keep in your head.

Your first encounter with him .

"Pretty…"

You just froze. What? What is that boy's voice?

"Such a pretty blue dress and a pretty necklace too…"

You don't know what to do, so you don't move from your place until the boy says another word.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" You can hear a boy's voice right beside you.

"I made a sand castle," you responded to him.

"Alone?" He asks, tilting his head to get a good look into your face.

"I don't have any friends." You answer. His question stops you from your work. It makes you sad and you look directly into his eyes with a watery gaze.

"I can be your friend!" He declared, and took your hands to intertwine with his. "Let's play all day! You have no school tomorrow, right? " He looks so happy in your eyes, it makes you let him do whatever he wants and you— you just stand behind and follow him after.

"I'm Junpei Yoshino, by the way. Yours?"

"[Insert name]"

"That's a pretty name, it's a pleasure to meet you" Junpei smiles happily.

Day after day, you follow your two routines. Everything runs smoothly; playing in the park, sleeping in his house, or maybe yours? going to school together, eating together during lunch, and a lot more.

You remember the time he defended you from other boys who were bullying you, or the time he gave you a piggyback ride because you sprained your ankle. saying things like "I told you to not do that" along the way back.

You remember the time he gave you a matching necklace. At first, he felt bad because that would mean you needed to replace the old ones you were already wearing. But you reassured him that you were fine, and you liked the idea.

You got the key necklace, while he got a love necklace with a keyhole on it. If you opened it, there would be a picture of the two of you smiling while having a picnic in the park.

"Little moon"

"Huh? Little moon?" You are confused, looking at him.

"I-it's just a nickname. I'll stop if you don't like it..." He was fidgeting with his fingers, avoiding your gaze.

"I love it." You smile at him.

"Does that mean you accept it? I'm glad..." He rubs his face on your palm, makes you giggle.

You both cry when you need to move because of your parents, but that's not the matter anymore. You're here now. And you're going to approach him like he did to you in your first encounter with him.

"That's the story." You smile happily.

Both your uncle and aunt give you a long pause before nodding slowly, accepting your ways. .

"It feels like a dream," you murmured. "I'm going to find you soon, darling." You look out the window. You felt the warmth of the morning.

"Going to pack a box for lunch, huhu" You went downstairs and packed your lunch. Not one, but two separate boxes. You were hoping that you could see him, your childhood crush, and share a meal with him.

Before going, you touch your key necklace gently, smiling softly at it while remembering old memories.

After everything has been settled down, you lock the door and leave home to go to school .

You know it already; it's a high-class private school. But you can't help but feel amazed at how luxurious it looks. You're pretty sure your little home that you live alone in now and need at least 20 minutes to walk to school, need at least 10? Or maybe 20 to fill up the garden itself.

Even the fountain had a touch of gold. In the old home, they only made it from porcelain. You don't live in the main house, after all. You can't take your focus off of the beautiful fountain in front of you. It's pretty, and there's coins... "By throwing coins here, they must be granting their wish." You told yourself.

Along the way you walk, you can absolutely tell that all the flowers are so pretty. Everything seems to be in the hand of a professional. They were sorted in order of their colours, and the smell is strong yet calming to your senses.

There are some butterflies that are flying around, along with some little bees. A soft wind is singing, letting the leaves make a little dance for it. Your mouth let out a giggle. Ah, it only makes the scene in front of you feel more magical.

Your stroll has been interrupted by the sound of people beating up someone near the gate at the back of the school. God, it's still early in the morning.

"That's what you get for being a loser," said someone as he kept throwing kicks at a boy's stomach.

The boy was surrounded by many people. Laughter can be heard in the air. Just when he's trying to look up, another kick lands on his stomach.

The boy could only gasp. The kick just earlier was way more hurtful.

"I assume you are tired. Stop being a loser then," a girl said, pulling the boy by the hair. His face is a mess now.

"What did I do to deserve this?' was something that always ringing in his head.

"Answer my question, you—"

"Alright, stop right there."

Everyone was turning their heads towards the voice. A new face, probably a new student? It seems like she's—no. It's a boy's school. It's a he.

But the appearance is way more beautiful than any girl they've ever met.

"And, what would you do if we didn't?"

"Beat you guys up, of course."

#junpei yoshino #junpei yoshino x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu fluff #jujutsu imagines