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baldval · 1 month

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Hey!

Do you have an Head Cannons on morning or night routines for the cast?

This stuff has been very fun to read :) keep making things! (No pressure ofc just fun to see people being creative)

MORNING ROUTINES W HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox, husk, valentino, lucifer, adam

warnings: slightly ooc adam (lets be fr this man does NOT wash his face)

VOX:

☀︎ vox wakes up at 5 am

☀︎ he says he needs to "seize the day"

☀︎ he probably got that from the time you watched dead poets society together

☀︎ of course, he clearly took the movie differently

☀︎ you'll wake up some time after him, to find him already working

☀︎ "you know, you talk about 'seizing the day' yet i don't see you really enjoying it"

☀︎ "that's because you hadn't woken up yet" he walks towards you as he pulls you by your waist and kisses you

☀︎ leaving his coffee cup in a nearby table

☀︎ "how many already?" you ask, nudging towards the cup

☀︎ "only like- 3, i think?"

☀︎ that man is addicted to coffee it's crazy

☀︎ as the sun rises higher in the sky, you find yourself looking for vark's leash

☀︎ ready for your daily walk to the park

☀︎ hand in hand, you stroll as you chat about nothings

☀︎ sometimes you don't even have to talk

☀︎ you simply find his presence comfortable

☀︎ and he very much finds yours comfortbale as well

HUSK:

☀︎ genuinely, you and husk could spend hours laying together in bed

☀︎ secretely, husk is one of the clingiest people you'll ever meet

☀︎ he's just that good at hiding it

☀︎ and at that moment, both of you cuddling in the bed, he knows he doesn't have to hide it

☀︎ he honestly doesn’t care the position, he’ll big spoon, little spoon,

☀︎ really just likes to be able to see you

☀︎ and he loves when you play with his fur

☀︎ sometimes, he'll play with the fabric of his clothes ☀︎ “husk that tickles stop,” you says one night, between giggles, as he plays with the hem of your shirt

☀︎ but truly, you enjoy his touch above everyhting

☀︎ he looks so happy and adorable

☀︎ really, he’s just obsessed with you

☀︎ if you’re happy he’s happy.

VALENTINO:

☀︎ valentino is the type to drag you to keep sleeping

☀︎ especially if you have something else to do

☀︎ one morning, you and him are curled up together in bed

☀︎ he’s scratching at the nape of your neck, playing with your hair

☀︎ he has your favourite stuffed animal held to his chest in a vice grip with his other arm

☀︎ you kiss his chest, falling in and out of consciousness

☀︎ that day you had a very important work meeting and you were probably going to be late already

☀︎ "val, please. you know this is important"

☀︎ he groans as he shifts in your embrace

☀︎ "at least kiss me goodbye"

☀︎ the kiss is long, soft, loving

☀︎ he still presses a million kisses to your crown before you’re gone

☀︎ he texts you nonstop

☀︎ before you're already there, you have 14 texts from him

☀︎ i know this is morning routines but let's say you come back early enough to find him still laying in bed

☀︎ still hugging your stuffed animal

☀︎ "seems like you love that thing more than me"

☀︎ "you know, i can't seem to get out of bed whenever this thing is near me"

☀︎ referring to the stuffed animal

☀︎ “really? why not, val?”

☀︎ “i think it's 'cause it smells like you.”

LUCIFER:

☀︎ waking up besides him is always a surprise

☀︎ he's probably the biggest fan of cuddling

☀︎ it doesn't matter what position you fell asleep in

☀︎ you could've been meters apart in bed, backs turn against eachother

☀︎ you'd still wake up with him wrapped around you in some way

☀︎ "hey," you murmur

☀︎ he turns around to face you

☀︎ "morning," he mumbles

☀︎ a big smile on his face as he just looks lovingly into your eyes

☀︎ you nestle closer, comfortable in his warmth

☀︎ minutes pass in comfortable silence

☀︎ his breaths syncing with yours, creating a rhythm of their own

☀︎ before you know it, you're asleep again

☀︎ you won't realise how or when it happened but suddenly you are alone in bed

☀︎ lucifer already changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, did his hair...

☀︎ to this day you still don't know if it has to do with his powers or if he's just incredibly fast

☀︎ all you know is that, after you're done tidying yourself up, there's breakfast ready

☀︎ if there's something lucifer loves in this world, it's cooking breakfast

☀︎ especially if he's cooking breakfast for you

☀︎ you enter the kitchen to find him mixing something up that smells amazing

☀︎ you hug him from behind as his smile grows

☀︎ "look who's up"

☀︎ "this smells amazing"

☀︎ he turns around to meet your eyes, holding your face with his hands

☀︎ "you're amazing"

☀︎ you cringe a bit at his cheesiness but can't help blushing as he places a kiss on your nose

ADAM:

☀︎ adam is definitely a slow morning person

☀︎ and even more so when you are with him

☀︎ the alarm will go off and he will immediately roll over and take you in his arms and cuddle up with you

☀︎ "adam!"

☀︎ you'd giggle as he buries his head in your neck and mumbles

☀︎ "five more minutes"

☀︎ you'd run your hands through his hair as he'd press a couple kisses to your neck

☀︎ you'll stay like this for about ten minutes or so.

☀︎ and eventually you get into the habit of setting your alarm a little bit earlier, so you can make sure you have time for adam's morning cuddles.

☀︎ when you are finally able to drag yourself out of his arms, you get out of bed and he follows a few minutes later

☀︎ you brush your teeth and hair in tandem

☀︎ and he often likes to nudge your elbow, causing you to smear toothpaste on your cheek

☀︎ cue his familiar giggling

☀︎ you take turns washing your face and doing your morning skin care

☀︎ whoever does theirs first makes the coffee for the both of you

☀︎ after lounging on the couch together drinking your coffee, you make breakfast

☀︎ you do most of it while adam 'helps'

☀︎ his way of helping often includes his arms wrapped around your waist as he hugs you into his chest

☀︎ sometimes swinging you side to side

☀︎ or squeezing you to make you laugh

☀︎ he is a food thief as well

☀︎ he can't wait until it's done he has to eat it as soon as he see's it

☀︎ the two of you eat breakfast together, often with your feet intertwined under the table, or your leg's propped up on his lap

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bethelighthalazia · 1 month

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Don´t move, little dove

Summary: Seonghwa has some fun with his pet during a livestream and is soon after joined by Hongjoong.

Genre: SMUT

Pairing: dom!matz x fem!sub!reader

Word Count: 1285

Warnings: mean!dom!Hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, cockwarming, rough play, oral

networks: @newworldnet

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

“I told you not to move, little dove.” Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head ever so slightly when you move your head back. You had to, the breathing got a little too difficult around his throbbing length down your throat. His gentle hand resting on your head, slender fingers brushing through your hair, but his gaze stays on the camera that's pointed at him. You can't do much more than nod your head obediently, eyes trained on his face, waiting for a change in his expression, but he's just focused on the livestream he just muted.

“If you can't stay still and be good, I´ll have you punished. And you know how eager Joong is when it comes to that, right?” His hand wandered to your cheek, then down to your lips, wiping the little trail of saliva running from the corner of your mouth. You´ve been punished by the captain a few times already, and you knew all too well that you did not want it to happen again too soon. The slight bruises on your thighs have not fully healed yet after the last time two days before.

And yet, you needed to move. the pleasure building in your core applied by the vibrator that he had positioned against your folds. You could feel the slick running down your thighs, but you just didn't dare to move at all. Yet, all your strength and determination was lost, when he turned his attention back to the livestream. His fingers again brushing through your hair, Seonghwa felt the need to remind you of your place, pushing your head down his whole length once again, but this time it drew a gurgled moan from you, an orgasm rippling through your body. The simple “Tsk” that escaped him when he said goodbye to his fans and explained that you didn't feel the best and he had to take care of you already let you know that you were in trouble.

The moment he turned off the stream, his eyes went down to your face, pulling you off his cock with a harsh yank of your hair. This let you breathe, but you also couldn't hold back the almost animalistic moan that came right from your core. “You shouldn't have done this, little dove~” He chuckled, his voice dangerously low and the smirk that grew on his face tells you that your thighs probably won't stay the only of your body parts with bruises after the night. Seonghwa´s expression doesn´t change as he calmly reaches for his phone, dials Hongjoong´s number and then puts it on speaker for you.

“Seonghwa, if you-” “Hello to you too, Joong. I just thought our little dove would like to tell you some good news herself.” you could hear a chuckle from the other end of the call, causing you to give Seonghwa a fearful, yet aroused look. “Hnn~ H-hello Joo-” A displeased sigh of Seonghwa stops you mid sentence, shaking his head slowly. “I- I mean…hello, sir.” These words alone cause Hongjoong to chuckle once again, knowing too well what will come next and Seonghwa doesn´t need to say anything. “I'll be over in a moment.”

The click of the phone brings a shiver down your spine. You don't move though, your hands still resting on Seonghwa´s thighs, your knees now feeling sore. One gaze up at his face, you know too well what will await you, the dangerous glint in Seonghwa´s eye when he looks at the door which opens and reveals Hongjoong who steps inside, locking the door behind himself before approaching you.

“Well, look at this mess between your legs, Seonghwa. She still hasn't learned, huh?” The captain snarls, reaching for your head to brush his fingers through your hair, gently and lovingly, before he just pushes your head down, your face pressed against the older one´s hard length. In the corner of your eye, you could see movement, Hongjoong crouching down next to the chair, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Now, use your fucking words to tell me what you did to upset him. And you better not cum as long as I am in this room.” He hissed, letting go of your head and then moving to stand behind Seonghwa, his hands on the older one´s shoulders to massage him, even lowering his head to press a loving kiss to Seonghwa´s lips. The difference in your dynamic always has been like this, at least, it always is like this in these kind of scenarios. and you knew damn well how serious Hongjoong takes your punishments.

“I- I am sorry, sir. Hnn~ I m- moved and made…made noises while S- Seonghwa was doing a livestream. B-but i didn´t mean to-” You whimper against seonghwa´s crotch, not daring to lift your head to look at him. “You´re stuttering, birdie.” Hongjoong´s voice is calm, yet you could hear the smirk in it. “I'll tell you what you´ll do now. You´ll make it up to Seonghwa, use your mouth and don't dare to make a sound.” You just nodded, quickly opened your mouth again to wrap your lips around Seonghwa´s length, his slender fingers running through your hair once again to push you down. You felt his tip push against the back of your throat, tears appearing in your eyes. But, you did not make any sound.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa just talk while you keep using your lips and tongue to please the older one. They talk about the music, about their day and about you. The three of you were a weird couple, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were in a relationship, but when they met you, they just knew that they wanted you. Not only for the sex, but they wanted you in their lives, and you did want it too, because you love each other. On days like this though, you were nothing more than a pet to them. A pet to play with, to get some relief after a stressful day or week. The others knew about it, but they didn't complain as long as the three of you would keep it quiet.

You could feel Seonghwa´s length twitch and throb against your tongue, the vibrator against your clit suddenly turned higher, which sends another orgasm through your body, but you force yourself to stay quiet. Praising words from Hongjoong reach your ears, your eyes fluttering shut when you feel Seonghwa release into your throat, white coating your tongue as he pulls your head back by your hair. “Hmm~ you always feel so good, little dove.” Seonghwa moans out, his breath going faster as his head drops back against Hongjoong’s arm.

“You did well, birdie.” Hongjoong hums, his voice now soft as he reaches down to caress your cheek gently. This contrast to his harsher self only moments before causes you to whimper, swallowing hard before you show him your empty mouth. When suddenly the vibrator is turned to max, you can't suppress a squealed moan, sending a heavy orgasm through your system which lets you drop into Seonghwa ́s lap, your breath going fast and your whole body twitching and shaky. A pleased smile on their faces, Hongjoong and Seonghwa caress your head before the younger one crouches down, takes away the toy and then picks you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom, where a hot bath awaits you.

Seonghwa followed the both of you, settling into the tub before Hongjoong then let you down into the hot water, resting in Seonghwa´s arms, your head against his shoulder. “We love you so much, little dove.” Seonghwa hums, brushing some hair out of your face to see your face, a smile on your lips.

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aestheticpearl · 8 months

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— ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’

characters. dewdrop, rain, swiss, mountain, phantom

themes. SMUT

[warnings] smut, blood, biting, dacryphilia, size kink, corruption kink, light choking, mirror sex, spanking

[gender neutral reader]

ghoulettes

a/n: they’re ghouls, read at your own risk

➳ dewdrop

he def fucks with a PASSION

very accommodating

if you want to go slow, he’ll go slow

if you want it rough, he’ll be rough

he can be whatever you’d like, praise or degradation

‘oh yeah, that’s it baby— fuck you really know how to move, where’d you learn that hm? you fucking the other ghouls?’

POWER BOTTOM

i said what i said

dew loves to watch you ride him

and he loves to hold your hips to guide your movements

it’s definitely his favorite position

he doesn’t mind topping tho

this ghoul will mark you up until your neck is painted in your own blood

he’ll lick it up cause he love how sweet you taste

“such a pretty thing covered in your own blood and my cum, fuck you turn me on.”

you lay breathlessly on top of the ghoul as he pets your head. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, your mind fuzzy and fucked out.

“few more rounds yeah?” dewdrop states moving so he’s now on top of you.

he slips himself back inside you with little effort, using his own cum that’s on you as a lubricant.

you groan into your pillow at the stretch of him. no matter how many times you do it, it still burns in the best way possible.

“that’s it, you’re so good at taking my dick.” he says before leaning over to bite your shoulder.

➳ rain

he doesn’t fuck

he makes love

and he’s so good at it

gives the BEST head

he would stay between your legs for hours if you’d let him

shower sex

y’all are always fuckin in the shower or in some kind of water

oddly enough he’s not a fan of bath sex

the water splashes on the floor and you almost slipped because of it one time

shamelessly loud moans

he breathes heavily after he cums that’s so hot holy fuck

he’ll definitely thank you while cumming

‘thankyouthankyouthankyou— hgnnn i love you so much’

loves to make out with you while he’s inside you

he’s def cried after sex cause it felt so good but don’t tell anyone that

your lips are starting to go numb because of the heavy make out session between the both of you. it almost distracts you from the slow but skilled rolling of his hips into yours. almost.

“you feel so good around me, satan i love you so much.” rain says before moving back into the kiss and pinning you more up against the shower wall.

the water pours down both of your bodies and something about it just absolutely does it for rain.

“you look so amazing like this, soaking wet while i drill my cock into you.” he moans.

➳ swiss

kinky bastard

degradation king

but like his aftercare is amazing so it’s fine

corruption kink

fav position is doggy

loves shoving your face into a pillow while he plows you from behind

also likes to lean down and yank you up so he can hold your neck

has marked you everywhere

needs to let everyone know you’re his

‘you’re mine, don’t forget that’

almost bit a major artery in your leg

ALMOST

there was a lot of blood but it’s okay cause you didn’t die and it only turned him on more

he will try any angle that feels good

he MAKES you flexible

this bitch definitely growls

LOVES to make you watch how he disappears inside you

def has a mirror next to his bed

“look at how good i fuck you.” swiss grips your face and makes you turn to look at yourself in the mirror next to him bed. “look at how well your slutty hole takes me ahh fucking whore for my cock.”

you let out a pathetic whimper that makes swiss chuckle as he pushes your head back into the mattress.

“keep your eyes on me.” he whispers in your ear as he holds the back of your neck. he plants a swift smack on your ass before rubbing his hand over it gently to soothe the sting.

“good play thing.”

➳ mountain

he knows his size

he also knows how to use it

OH LORD

he is so gentle tho

a little scared he’ll hurt you

he also can’t degrade you

he tried and HE ended up crying

loves how he towers over your body

can and will man handle you which means he will fuck you everywhere he can

the wall, the bathroom, the practice room

everywhere

loves the thrill of getting caught

‘shhh baby you don’t want us to get caught do you?’

he loves when you’re vocal, since he kinda just grunts and groans

mountain lifts your leg gently for better access and you can’t help but moan loudly before his hand covers your mouth and he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“so loud, i’m starting to think you want someone to catch us pretty thing.”

your eyes squeeze shut as your body is hit with another wave of pleasure as you feel mountain’s free hand take yours to guide it down your chest and stop at your abdomen before pressing down.

“i’m right here, you feel that?”

➳ phantom

i love phantom i do but he’s younger and doesn’t have as much as experience as the other ghouls

that being said

he focuses a little too much on himself but

HE WHIMPERS

‘ah fuck’

he loves holding you close to him while thrusting into you

doesn’t pull out all the way, he kind of just jerks into you really fast

lil jackhammer

he learns how to make you feel good from your guidance

likes when you communicate how you feel during sex

he likes seeing you cry but only because it feels good

he doesn’t like hurting you

bites you but not hard enough to draw blood

he likes praising you

very possessive

phantom places gentle kisses over the fresh indent of his teeth on your neck while holding onto you for dear life.

“such a good little thing for me nghh so tight, all mine.”

you’ll admit he was going a little too fast for it to feel good on you end, that was until you adjusted your hips and he started hitting a certain spot that had your legs shaking.

phantom takes notice of this almost immediately.

“i hit your sweet spot didn’t i?”

“p-phantom i need to you slow down and keep that angle.” your eyes are practically rolling back into your head at this point as he listens to your instructions.

“fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

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lecsainz · 1 year

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stuck in the elevator

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: Y/N freaking out and charles being a sweetheart, the elevator breaking down, cute french nicknames.

authors note: [SOMETHING COOL] because i really have no idea what to write here today 😭

word count: 1.1K

Charles Leclerc was in Miami for the Grand Prix, but he had to take a break from the busy atmosphere and have a moment to himself. He decided to take the elevator up to his hotel room when he saw a girl in there with him. He was on the phone and didn't pay much attention to her until the elevator suddenly shook, causing Y/N to stumble. The girl, Y/N, immediately started to panic, saying things like "I can't die yet" and "I have so much to live for". Charles found it amusing, but he knew he needed to comfort her.

"I think we're stuck," Charles replied, his eyes scanning the elevator buttons.

"What do you mean we're stuck? We can't be stuck!" Y/N started to panic.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Charles said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We'll get out of here soon enough."

"But what if we don't? What if we're stuck in here forever?" Y/N asked, her voice shaking.

Charles couldn't help but chuckle. "Trust me, we won't be stuck in here forever. And even if we were, I don't think spending eternity with you would be so bad."

Y/N blushed at his words, and Charles couldn't help but smile at her reaction.

They spent the next few minutes trying to press the emergency button and asking for help, but there was no response.

Charles leaned against the wall, "Well, looks like we're stuck here for a while."

Y/N groaned, "Great. Just my luck."

Charles looked at Y/N, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, ma chérie, I guess we'll have to find a way to pass the time then." he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at the sound of Charles' french.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, curious. "And what did you have in mind?" she asked.

Charles stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair out of her face. "I was thinking we could get to know each other a little better." he said, his voice low and seductive. Y/N couldn't help but smile.

"So, Miami, huh?" Charles asked, leaning against the wall of the elevator with a curious expression.

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, I heard the Grand Prix is amazing, and I've never been to Miami before, so I figured why not?"

"Do you like formula one?" he asked surprised.

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I do."

Charles' face lit up. "That's great! Do you have a favorite team?"

Y/N grinned mischievously. "I'm a Mercedes fan. I mean, have you seen Toto Wolff? He's a total babe."

Charles feigned offense, putting a hand over his heart. "Hey now, I'm a Ferrari driver. You're not supposed to like our rivals."

Y/N laughed. "Well, I can't help it. But I think your charming french accent could make me change my mind." Charles smiled smugly at the compliment.

"Well, I appreciate the sentiment. Maybe I can even convince you to switch over to Team Ferrari." He teased, his eyes sparkling.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, feigning consideration. "Hmm, I don't know. I mean, I don't think anyone can replace Toto in my heart." Charles laughed, shaking his head.

They sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke up again, "You know, there's something about being stuck in an elevator that's kind of romantic."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Really? I'm not feeling it."

Charles grinned, "Well, just imagine it. Two people, alone in a confined space, forced to confront their feelings."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Oh please. There are no feelings here."

Charles chuckled, "Are you sure about that, ma chérie? I mean, you did say my french accent was charming."

Y/N's cheeks turned red, "I did not!"

They fell into a comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Charles picked up his phone and began scrolling through his photos.

"You know, I have some amazing pictures from Monaco," he said, showing Y/N a photo of himself overlooking the harbor.

Y/N leaned over to get a better look, her arm brushing against his. She quickly pulled away, but Charles didn't seem to mind.

"It's beautiful." she said, admiring the photo.

"It's my hometown. I was born and raised there." Charles replied with a smile.

S/N's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I had no idea."

"Yeah, it's a special place for me." Charles said, his gaze lingering on Y/N.

As hours passed and they were still stuck in the elevator, Charles and Y/N talked about everything and nothing. They discussed their favorite movies, their dream travel destinations, and even shared childhood stories.

Charles found himself enjoying Y/N's company more and more as they talked. She was funny, intelligent, and had a unique perspective on life that he found refreshing. As the hours dragged on, they joked and laughed together, forgetting about the chaos of being stuck in an elevator.

At some point, exhaustion caught up with Y/N and she dozed off, her head resting on Charles' shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her sleeping peacefully, her breaths steady and calm.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and whispered, "Tu es tellement belle*." *you are so beautiful

When they finally got out of the elevator, Y/N woke up from her nap on Charles' shoulder, she felt a bit embarrassed but also grateful for his comfort during their ordeal in the elevator. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you so much for being there for me, Charles. I don't know what I would have done without you," she said.

Charles smiled back at her. "Of course, Y/N. I'm just glad I could be of help. And who knows, maybe we can find ourselves stuck in an elevator again sometime soon," he teased.

Y/N laughed. "I think once was enough for me, but I wouldn't mind seeing you again outside of an elevator."

Charles watched Y/N walk away, feeling a sudden pang of regret. He realized that they hadn't exchanged numbers or made any plans to meet up again. He mentally scolded himself for being so caught up in the moment and not thinking ahead.

"*Merde." he muttered to himself. "I can't believe I forgot to ask for her number."*shit

But he wasn't about to give up that easily. He made a mental note to try and find her at the Grand Prix later that day, hoping to get a second chance to make things right.

As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that Y/N had left a lasting impression on him. He knew he had to see her again.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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on my knees begging and sobbing for more freminet content

maybe afab!freminet x vampire!reader ??? owo

Freminet x vampire reader

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, vampire!reader, sub/bottom!Freminet, trans Freminet, consuming blood, biting, hair pulling, eating out, fluff

Genre/Format: Smut; Headcannons & scenarios

Author's Note: As usual, Freminet is 20+ — Woohoo more vampire HCs!! I hope you enjoy these, dear anon :D

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Oh this little cutie...he's so so shy and timid, you truly want to eat him up

Vampires are predators, and the way that Freminet instinctually tried to escape when your sharp fangs went to pierce his skin for the first time set your own instincts in motion

Whenever you both felt a bit more playful he would take advantage of these instincts:

“Run all you like, little one. We both know who's faster~” You purred dangerously, stalking after your beloved as he turned the corner in your large abode. Running down yet another hallway with his heart pounding in his eardrums from the excitement of this little game you both liked to play. The familiar clicking of your footsteps on the wooden floors pulled his full attention behind him, though the human had no time to react as a strong hand reached out and yanked his frail body backwards by his hair

“See? I told you running was useless. What will you do now, darling?” Freminet always found your voice extra sexy when you hunted and inevitably caught him, whimpering as your breath fanned against his sensitive ears

The human grasped at your arm, begging for you to claim what was rightfully yours. “Ah! N-no please...I'm sorry...I'll let you bite me, I-I promise I'll b-be good now...” Freminet stammered, pressing back against your chest

While the young blond was fearful when you first met, he soon grew to adore you just as much as you adored him

The way you treat him gently and kindly, helping him during conversations when his social anxiety acts up, sends his heart aflutter

Freminet viewed himself as weak and even useless sometimes, but you knew that those things weren't true. You helped him speak of himself a bit more kindly, praising his efforts and ingraining positivity into his pretty little head whenever possible

The human was especially insecure about what existed in between his legs, or rather...what didn't

But, as usual, you couldn't have that. What kind of lover would you be if you let your darling think of himself so poorly?

“Oooohh~ Oh y/n... d-don't tease me like– Ah!” Freminet gasped as your lips connected with the fragile skin on his thigh again. Another bruise blooming on the surface from your harsh sucking

“Sorry, baby. I can't help it, I just love your thighs so much~” You whispered against his skin, trailing feather-soft kisses upwards until you reached the area around his entrance, giving his cunt a few kitten licks while he mewled in embarrassment

Freminet bucked into your mouth as you began licking and sucking on his sensitive pussy, lapping up the slick dripping out the longer you teased him. Using your thumb and forefinger to spread his lips apart, your tongue dipped fully inside of your lover's heat, penetrating him as a moan escaped your lips. It was a well known fact that human blood tasted delicious, or else your kind wouldn't so eagerly feed from them, but who knew that a human's other fluids could taste this good too?

“Mmm~ Angel, you are so amazing. You know that?” The compliment caught Freminet by surprise, earning a squeak of embarrassment in return while he turned his head to the side as an attempt to hide the growing blush on his freckled cheeks. The reaction caused you to chuckle, swiftly returning to devouring the adorable man's pussy, using your fingers to pinch and rub at the puffy clit just above his entrance. Your tongue continued exploring the wet hole long after Freminet had cum, graciously tasting every drop that he provided for you, even as painfully pleasant overstimulation kicked in

Human blood is similar to any food or drink that they would consume; everyone has their own distinct flavor profile, even amongst the same blood type

Freminet's blood is crisp, refreshing, and slightly cooler than most humans' tend to be (perhaps due to his cryo affinity?)

Though he is a more timid individual, he oh so enjoys your feeding sessions. Sometimes he even begs you to bite down or suck harder, clawing at your back and leaving angry red scratches on your skin

The aphrodisiac that vampires inject with their bite turns Freminet into the most adorable whimpering mess, begging to take your cock as if he needs it to survive

And you happily give into his desires~

If Freminet begs you to pound him against the wall or bend him over something, you do just that

If Freminet begs you to fill his cunt with cum until it's gushing out around your dick, you do just that

If Freminet begs you to pull his hair, slap him, spank him, or spit on/in him, you do just that

Your human is just too precious. You're always trying to indulge in his kinky requests, eager to be a good master for the boy

Especially because, after it's all over, you're the one who gets to soothe him. Singing his praises while you caress his darling little body, kissing him breathless while his pretty blue eyes flutter closed, falling into a content deep sleep

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

#my writing #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #freminet #freminet smut #freminet x reader #sub freminet #trans freminet #male reader #dom reader #top reader #vampire reader #vampire au #halloween specials 🎃#headcannons #requested

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gtgbabie0 · 11 months

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Candlelit kisses

{When your apartment complex loses power you and Spencer have a sleepover leading you to both share your first kiss}

It’s a long one. Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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The last thing you were expecting today was a power cut this late into the night, and perhaps that’s why you let out a little yelp with a jump when Spencer knocks at your door causing you to almost drop the small tealight that you were lighting.

“Hey, is your power out too?” You ask, and he nods with a slightly frustrated sigh, his eyebrows knit together as he tries not to drop the papers and books he’s holding against his chest.

You and Spencer have been neighbours for a while now and somewhere along the line, you two got closer. He would come over almost every Friday, sometimes he even stayed over, well more like he would accidentally fall asleep and you never had the heart to wake him up.

“I can’t work like this” he complains walking into your apartment as he drops his work onto your kitchen table. You can practically feel the stress radiating from him as he rolls his shoulders, it was strange seeing him so tensed up.

You walk over to him with a flashlight, “Well hello to you too Spencer, oh yeah no, my day has been good” you sarcastically ramble, and he lets out a dry chuckle looking over at you as you sit down next to him.

“Sorry, I just— it’s a big inconvenience” he sighs once again as he rakes his fingers through his hair. Your hand rests on his shoulder as you give him a gentle look, soothing his arm.

You flick the flashlight on illuminating the table, “Yeah you’re telling me— but hey, I could be your very own personal lamp” you say trying to lighten up the mood, but your attempts are fruitless, and you frown when he shakes his head with a heavy sigh.

In all honesty, Spencer doesn’t want to do any work tonight. He wants to play silly board games with you, only to catch you cheating horribly and watch as you try and defend yourself through a fit of giggles. He wants, more than anything, to just hold you and go to sleep.

“Sorry, I just barged in here complaining- I’ll- I'll leave” he panics slightly. Your relationship is still new, everything felt so thrilling and Spencer is terrified of messing up somehow because he's so insanely in love with you. He doesn’t want to lose this feeling or you, ever.

“Spencer what?— don’t be silly, I don’t mind you staying here you know that” You try to stop him from gathering up his stuff but he’s stubborn as he makes his way towards your door, completely ignoring you.

He stops when you tug on his elbow, “Don’t leave, please” you mumble deciding to swallow your pride, “It’s really dark in here and I don’t want to be alone” you whisper, feeling a little childish but it was true nonetheless.

Your apartment was completely engulfed in darkness, the only thing lighting it was the small tealights that you scattered around, and the cool light of the moon, that splayed across the room. But yet even that made it seem scarier, something out of a horror movie.

Spencer thinks he might melt by how sweet you sound, you wanted him to stay and the thought of you needing him makes him feel all floaty inside.

“Okay, yeah I’ll stay,” he says, smiling softly as he watches your face light up with excitement. He wasn’t too much of a fan of the dark either, the mystery of what might linger within the shadows always seemed much too daunting. Something he couldn’t shake even as he got older.

You clasp your hands together with a smile, “Oh!- I have something actually” his eyebrows furrow with slight confusion as he watches you disappear into your bedroom, but not before your turn around, “I’ll be one second” you inform him, he responds with a quiet, ‘okay?’ Still confused by what’s going on in that wonderful mind of yours.

He sets his work back down on your kitchen table, deciding that it’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. You soon return with a globe-shaped night light in hand, “Spencer Reid, be prepared to be amazed” you smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little excited watching you click the batteries into the light.

You set it down on the coffee table before pressing the small button, a hopeful gleam in your eyes, silently praying that it will still work. And it does, the light shines in different colours projecting stars and moons onto the walls and ceiling. Spencer looks around the room, turning around as he does, admiring the way the room is suddenly lit up with warm colours.

“There was a study that found red to be the best colour to fall asleep to as it increases the production of melatonin,” he says, eyes still focused on the stars and moons that litter across the room in an orangey hue. He looks over to you and he goes to ramble off about night lights and their pros and cons but he finds himself completely taken back.

Spencer can practically feel the words leave his mind, and all his thoughts are replaced with you, how pretty you look underneath the warm light. He notices how your soft skin glows and the way your eyes seem to glisten, he doesn’t think there’s anyone in the world who compares to your beauty, in fact, he knows there isn’t. You’re so radiant, and he hopes that the smile your wearing is because of him.

You go bashful once you realise what’s happening, he’s looking at you as if you were a piece of art, sculpted by the gods. And he has those love-filled eyes, the same look he had when he finally asked you out on a date.

“You- you’re beautiful,” he tells you as if it was an undeniable fact, his voice so quiet that you almost miss it. Your smile breaks wider with his gentle words.

You can’t help but giggle, you felt so giddy inside. A feeling you haven’t felt in such a long time and it warms you. “Thank you Spence” you smile.

He feels almost prideful at your reaction, a feeling that settles in his chest blooming through to his heart and it takes his breath away, although you always have that effect on him no matter what you do.

There’s a beat of silence. “So, what about a game of Uno?” You suggest sitting down on the carpet as you reach for the box, patting the floor as an invitation for him to sit, “Loser pays for dinner” You wiggle your eyebrows and he chuckles joining you on the floor.

There is no winning when it comes to Spencer and board games, especially when it’s Uno. In all honesty, you regret going through the rules so intently with him. It’s impossible to win for a multitude of reasons. One because he’s so incredibly smart, and two because he’s a profiler, he can tell when you’re bluffing from a mile away.

So you’ve resorted to hiding cards underneath your thigh, and it worked for a solid minute, then he gives you a look as if to say ‘I know what you’re doing’ and the chuckle that unceremoniously leaves you doesn’t exactly help defend you.

“You’re totally cheating!” He claims, noticing how you’re three cards less than before. You gasp, a hand against your chest as you look at him with shock.

“Cheating? I wouldn’t” you exaggerate your offence, leaning forward to try and take a peak at his remaining cards, but he’s fast to hold them against his chest.

You take the cards from his hands, dodging his hands as he tries to grab them from you. “I would’ve won anyway, and you know it, that’s why hid those cards under your thigh- you know you probably would’ve won if you played your cards correctly, but you’re-” he blabs on, not even noticing how close you are to him. It’s not until your lips are against his that he completely falls silent, taken back by the sudden closeness.

You shock yourself a little too, it was almost as if you had no control it just happened. You push away from him, consumed by a sudden surge of panic.

“I’m so sorry Spencer- I” he grabs your hands before you lose yourself to your own worry, and beneath the dim lights you can see the slightest red dust against his cheeks.

“No!- it’s okay, I- I erm, I liked it actually” he tells you with an almost hopeful smile that you’ll do it again.

You smile back at him and this time you decide to simply ask, “Can I kiss you again? Properly this time” You study his face for any signs of discomfort, and there is none. He nods whispering a bashful, ‘Of course, you can'

And without missing a beat his hands rest on either side of your face and he meets you halfway, his supple lips against yours, a movement that seems to come so naturally to the pair of you. It’s sweet and gentle, and there’s the slightest taste of peppermint and something else, him.

Spencer thinks his heart might just jump out of his chest it’s beating so hard and he swears you hear it too or worse his thoughts. He can’t believe that this is happening, with you.

You tilt your head to urge him closer, your tongue against his and he loses himself. His hold changes as if he’s scared to let you go, that you might not be real, that all of this is just pretend. He kisses you with urgency as if you might just disappear.

You pull back to rest your forehead against his, “Spencer, I’m not going anywhere- you can slow down” you tell him, your tone so gentle as you take his hands guiding them away from your face to rest on your lap.

He nods against you, “I'm sorry- it just, feels too good to be true I guess” he admits, noticing the way you squeeze his hand, your thumb grazing against the curves of his knuckles.

“You don’t have to apologise- just know I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying right here with you” you whisper, brushing his hair behind his ear as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, then another to his cheek then to the corner of his mouth and so on.

You pepper kisses against his face until he’s laughing, trying to push you away and the sound makes your heart clench with love, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of hearing.

“You're still paying for dinner by the way,” he says lips grazing against yours. And just when you’re about to kiss him, in an attempt to persuade him otherwise, the lights turn on and it’s then you can really see him, in much better lighting. Rosy cheeks and glossy love-sick eyes, and you think you fall for him ten times harder.

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tired-biscuit · 11 months

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UGH THINKING ABOUT WEREWOLF!STEPBRO!KIBA PLUGGING YOU FULL TO THE KNOT, DROOL FROM HIM DROPPING ON YOUR CHEEKS IN DROPLETS BC HE'S THAT FERAL im so sorry

18+ fem!reader // cw: stepcest, monsterfucking, dubcon

it’s even better if he really tries to hold back but he just can’t help himself.

after your parents leave for their yearly vacation, you’re left all alone at home with only your older stepbrother to keep you company. and while that shouldn’t be a problem — you usually get along super well and are close by default either way — this particular week has caused a bit of a rough patch to appear in your otherwise tightly-knit relationship, from the way he’s been acting all sorts of weird during it.

after all, with each passing day, your dear ol’ brother keeps staring at you in a way that makes you think he’s low-key planning to eat you. sometimes, when he thinks you’re not paying attention and when you gather just enough courage to glance at him from the corner of your eye, you swear that his irises seem to turn yellow in colour instead of their usual, plain brown, and his pupils are nothing more but sharp slits. it’s an eerie sight, but sure enough; when you turn to look at him more clearly, trying to convince yourself that it’s just your brain playing silly tricks on you, he blinks — quickly.

and just like that, they’re right back to normal.

he, however, isn’t.

no, instead, he always seems to linger nearby in whichever room you’re in. you sit in the living room to watch tv, and he’s right there — lounging on the opposite end of the couch, pretending he likes the show you’re watching even though you know damn well that he can’t stand it in reality.

so half an hour passes, an hour, and the sun sinks below the horizon, and he’s still there. with his arm draped on the backrest of the sofa and his head tipped back, he watches the sex scene unfold on the screen with a completely bored expression — albeit with a tense jaw and his legs spread wide open — until you’re the one grabbing the remote; switching the channels to something a bit more decent because it makes you uncomfortable and somewhat hot and bothered at the same time.

and it doesn’t stop there. whenever you open the door to exit the bathroom right after you’re finished with your shower, he just so happens to be passing by at that exact moment; swiftly eyeing you up whilst you stand there in front of him, clearly embarrassed because your curves are hidden by nothing else but a mere towel which you’ve lousily wrapped around yourself just so that you could cross the hall, and water is still dripping from the ends of your hair, making your skin glisten. one time he’d even waited for you, with his back pressing against the opposite wall, and his arms crossed over his chest. he never explained as to why.

he also eats whenever you do. you sit down, plate and fork ready, and he’s already next to you; his leg touching your own under the table, arm sometimes draped across the back of your chair just like he tends to do on the couch. there’s two more empty chairs, now that your parents are on their vacation, but he still chooses to sit right beside you every single time.

it’s a habit, you think, soothe. it’s completely normal. after all, doesn’t everyone like to sit in their appointed seat?

so you try to relax as he cracks jokes and talks while you eat — you always make sure to cook enough food for the both of you — and yet he always finishes it before you and keeps wanting more, more, more. it’s never enough lately, he’s always rummaging through the fridge. especially when it comes to the meat. he’s always been a fan of it, you’re aware of that, but the way he practically breathes it in as of late is almost unsettling to watch.

“sorry, i’m just feeling so goddamn hungry all the time,” he tells you one evening as he’s licking his fingers clean. the face you pull at the sight is hard to hide. “dunno what’s up with that, hah.”

“maybe you’re getting sick?” you suggest, eyes glued to your plate. it certainly has been feeling like that, he’s been nothing like his usual self. “or maybe you’ve just got really bad table manners and they peeked through, now that dad and your mom are away, i don’t know.”

“hmm… maybe,” he hums, seemingly deep in thought whilst he absent-mindedly starts to suck on the leftovers of the chicken drumstick you’ve prepared. you can’t look at him for too long, it’s borderline bestial — the way he eats.

trying to appear busy, a shiver that runs through you when you hear a sudden crack resonate throughout the kitchen, breaks that effort in an instant. whipping your head to the side, you can’t stop yourself from jolting and immediately cringing away from your brother the moment your eyes land on him chewing on the actual bone.

he’s behaving like a feral animal.

“dude, c’mon!” you groan, frowning deeply. the disapproval is obvious. “stop that!”

“what,” he mumbles, ignoring the way you punch his shoulder as he still keeps on chewing. he pauses to look at you at the contact, brow furrowed. “the marrow is the best part… and you stop that, will ya?”

“no it isn’t, and that’s fucking gross, okay? you’re so disgust— hey!” the way he shoves you away from him when you try to punch him in the arm for a second time nearly knocks the wind out of your lungs. you stumble back into your chair from the sudden force he’s just bestowed upon you, fail to grab onto the edge of the table the last second, and fall right onto the floor with a loud thud.

since when did he get so strong? the swing of hand seemed almost effortless, and yet here you are; hurting.

bad brother.

the pain that now throbs in your right asscheek, hip and arm from the way you’ve so clumsily landed onto the wooden flooring is uncomfortable as hell. a small whine leaves your lips as you use your elbows to push yourself up, but before you can even take another breath; he’s on you, kneeling right between your legs, wrapping his hands just a mere inch underneath your ribs so that he can help you up to your feet.

he’s moving so fast and his fingers are still greasy from the food he’s devoured so far, but that’s not what bothers you the most right now.

no, what worries you more and more, is the way how hot his palms feel on your body even if your t-shirt stands in the way between his searing skin and yours. how big his hands seem to have gotten as they hold you still. how big he’s gotten.

come to think of it… has he always been this big?

“fuck, fuck, fuck…! ‘m so sorry, pipsqueak,” he mumbles, evident panic lacing each word. he’s studying every inch of your face almost frantically now as he keeps checking for signs of hurt. “i didn’t mean to, i swear i didn’t, i— you just— a-are you okay?”

his voice sounds deeper than it normally is even as he uncharacteristically stutters, more gritty and gruff to come from the throat. you’ve noticed that it’s been like that for the last couple of days, hence your suggestion of sickness earlier, but hearing it so upclose makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. truth be told, you’re not entirely sure if it’s a good thing or not.

leaning over you like this, topping you, he even smells different. his scent is still pretty much the same as the one you’re used to, at least the base of it is, but it’s also way more intense, sharper. it almost stings your nose and gives you a headache as you keep inhaling it; it overrides everything you know. it’s pleasant but deadly. confusing. it stirs something within you that you’re not proud of.

and that makes you feel nervous. threatened.

but despite feeling a little bit scared and puzzled by him, anger still manages to turn you foolishly brave as you try and push him away with the most venomous glare you’re able to muster in that exact moment.

“get off of me, you prick,” you screech, kicking your legs against the floor as you try to squirm away. he’s got you locked underneath him; the weight is making you awfully uneasy because it pins you down, trapping you in ways you’ve shamefully caught yourself fantasizing about at night. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

are you aiming that question at him or yourself?

nevertheless, your words still manage to cut just as deep. he looks hurt, almost lost as he takes a deep, shaky breath and mutters, “look, i didn’t—”

but you’re not listening to him. he’s touching you almost inappropriately now, fingers reaching under the fat of your breasts, thumbs stroking midst all the chaos, and you’re still fighting against him, still babbling, “get off, get off, get off—”

“c’mon, just lemme expl—”

“GET. OFF.” the heel of your palm slams against his jaw and for a fraction of a second, you swear that you can see a long canine gleaming in the kitchen light as his upper lip curls back and he snarls down at you, snapping.

he pins your wrists to the floor in a single movement that’s much too fast for you to comprehend, slams them down hard. his expression twists into something unrecognizable, it’s insane, feral. all of his teeth are on display now as he bares them. the sharp gleam makes your heart stutter whilst he stares at you, his face so close to your own that you can feel the warmth of his exhale on your lips and the tip of his nose is just merely grazing yours.

the growl that sounds out makes your skin pull taut over your bones. it’s deep, savage, but also clearly agitated and provoked. it nestles deep inside of your gut, invoking your fight or flight response even though instead of doing either one of those, you simply end up freezing like the pathetic prey you are. cold sweat washes over you when he looks you directly in the eye, every pore working overtime, turning your scent bitter, but before a single solution can even begin to form in your now fear-induced brain, he takes one deep breath and — luckily — pulls away from you just like you’ve demanded of him.

there’s dead silence hanging in the air as you try to remain rational and find logical reasoning as to what just happened. the tension is so palpable that you can almost taste it. he doesn’t say anything as you push up to your feet and scramble up the stairs to run to your room and lock the door even if it makes you feel like you’re acting crazy; no, he doesn’t even look at you.

what he does instead, is come knocking on your door that same night.

“hey,” he tries softly, knocking one, two, three times. “would you… maybe wanna open the door so that we can talk…? i wanna apologize; maybe explain things a bit.”

you don’t respond as you lay in your bed, slipping further under the covers at the sound of his still awfully gruff voice, despite the seemingly sweet intention. the thick duvet causes you to sweat even if you’re dressed in nothing else but the t-shirt that you stole from him a while back and a pair of simple cotton panties, but the heat itself is not nearly intense enough to chase you out of the covers’ safety.

unbeknownst to you, he can smell the salt that sits on your skin right through the door.

“c’mon, i know you’re still awake, pipsqueak,” he says slightly more urgently, now. his line of patience is thin at a time like this. “mom fucked up the dates ‘cause your dad confused her, and me being the idiot that i am; i wasn’t paying attention to the cycle… anyway, you’re stuck with me whether you want it or not, so stop pretending like you can’t hear me.”

you have no clue what on earth he’s trying to tell you with the jumble of information he’s just tossed your way, but it’s like he knows you can’t sleep after the events that have taken place downstairs.

he does know. he can hear your heartbeat and every single one of your breaths.

“open up,” he says, banging his fist against the wood quite harshly this time around. he’s transforming on the other side of the door, inhaling your sweet scent, imagining how tight you’ll feel when he finally gets you to sink onto his cock, force or not. he’s always had the hots for his little stepsister, and the rut — that just so happens to appear at the worst of times as well — really tends to mess with his brain and turn those fantasies all sorts of twisted, bringing them closer to reality.

it’s no wonder why you were taken away from him under the pretense of trips and short getaways whenever the transformation and heat kicked in at the same time, and he started getting aggressive. why his mother made sure to have you separated during that time.

but you’re here now because tsume made a mistake when it came to calculating the really important days, and as a result of her error, there’s nothing left between you and him besides this one measly door, now. by the time she’d left with your father, and thus left you alone with her son, the heat had already sizzled every single shred of morality in his already questionable conscience.

to be fair, he’s lasted much longer than he thought he would, pretending and acting, but he’s done with that and he wants you, now; his little sister. he needs you so bad. it’s why he’s been following you around for all this time. why he’s been watching you, preying after you. you’re always there, close by, ready to use. you’re so cute, looking up to him, loving him, feeling so special whenever he gets protective over you. goddammit, you even smell like him; wearing his clothes so often that it all blends together.

you’re his. you belong to him; you’ll become his mate one way or another. he’ll make sure of it.

standing in the dark hallway, looking and feeling much taller and stronger than what could ever be considered humanly possible, kiba can already hear the little squeal you’ll let out the moment he tears the door off its hinges if you keep on refusing him. can hear the little moans and whimpers you’ll voice when he gets you naked and stuffs you full. can hear the sob you’ll try to repress when the knot comes into play.

his skin is so hot; it makes his blood feel like it’s boiling and his teeth are getting uncomfortably big for his mouth. all he can think about is biting you all over until you’re marked and using all of your holes to fuck the pressure out. he will not carry it anymore, lest he die on the spot.

no, instead he’s going to stretch your cute little cunt and bend you in all the ways he can think of. until you’re creaming, leaving multiple rings of milky arousal at the base of him and you’re prepped for him to mount you as you throb, and throb, and throb with orgasm after orgasm. until he’s pounding into you like the dirty dog — wolf — he is, hitting that sweetspot, drool dripping from both of your mouths because you’re so fucked out, and he’s finally gotten the chance to fuck in.

it’ll drip right onto your cheek — the saliva. and right after that, he’ll spit a fat glob of it right onto your pretty pussy, just so that he can feel your hole flutter around him in response. the thought alone is already making him excited. he’s so sick in the head because of the heat. he’ll fuck you until sunrise.

and speaking of sick; the last chance he gives you before he gets ready to hunt you down like the predator he is, is by saying,

“let me in.”

#kiba smut #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #cw stepcest #cw monsterfucking #cw dubcon #btw no need to apologize cos i rly enjoyed writing this <3 #kiba x reader #kiba

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shanbinswf · 9 months

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BRAND NEW MOVES — jake sim [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: nerd jake x afab reader

genre: mild fluff, mild angst, smut (mdni)

plot: you had met jake on your first day at university, him studying personal training and playing many sports, with extra math and science classes on the side for the fun of it, while you were studying sports therapy and massage. your paths often crossed with jake's, which soon turned into a secret relationship. but jake just wants to scream from the rooftops that he is yours, and you are his.

wc: 4380

warnings under the cut.

warnings: established relationship, jake is a major softy but can also be a petty jealous, reader unintentionally makes jake jealous, jake unintentionally makes reader jealous, secret relationship, mentions of birth control pills (reader takes them), unprotected sex (safety first guys), mentions of marking (hickeys, receiving).

Jake was well-known and loved by everyone. He was great at various sports but was mostly known for being on the football team. He had excellent grades, being top of the whole year group in math. He was the golden boy. Untouchable. Impossible not to love. It didn't help he had this face he pulled to get whatever he wanted. Wide, puppy-like eyes with the most luscious pout that caused anyone to become addicted to the idea of kissing them.

And no one knew, but behind closed doors, it was you he was holding in his arms. It was you who got to kiss his pouty lips. It was you who he gave the puppy eyes to, but he always ended up being the one on his knees to please your every demand and request.

This fine specimen called Jake Sim that all women craved and all men envied was yours and only yours.

Somehow, he had a reputation for being a bit of a player, but he had never had any other girlfriends. Some people misinterpreted the girls who chased after him, his fans; they called themselves and blamed him for so many girls fawning over him. He didn't see how he was anything special, and he hated how much people treated him like he was some shining star. He just wanted to be treated like he was normal, which was precisely why he fell for you.

You were good and kind. You didn't have fans who were always chasing after you, as Jake did, but many students often spoke your praises and spoke of you as some golden icon.

You were among the only students in class with links to the student council, so people often visited you with their concerns about classes or the campus. You were smart—rivalling Jake in most categories. And you were quiet, so most students often went to you with their concerns about anything from the fear of failing classes to personal life drama and everything else between. They knew you would never tell another soul.

Whenever Jake walked down the hallways, everyone stopped to stare or offered him wishes that he would have a good day, to which he always responded to them with kind words of his owns.

But when he walked past you, it was almost as if you ignored one another.

No one seemed to notice, as you still offered one another a small smile or a nod. You often felt the urge to grab his stupid face and kiss him right there, but you knew you couldn't risk it. God knows what his fangirls would do to you.

Jake's hand always ensured to brush against yours, though. The hallway was wide, he had enough space to walk around and avoid you, but he would never do that. He always liked the idea of being able to hold your hand in public, but he worried those around him would try to tear down the relationship. So he settled for the subtle hand brushes in the hallways and the secret embraces in your bedrooms where only your closest friends and family knew about the relationship.

You sat on his bed. Jake's mother let you in, as usual. She even got you a key cut some weeks ago, but you were always too shy to use it. Jake was meant to be packing due to moving out into an apartment in the city of his own—but of course, you had to be his motivation to do anything; otherwise, he would leave the packing to the very last minute.

Jake entered his bedroom after you lazed across his bed while waiting for him for about an hour. You were about to doze off until you woke with a gasp at Jake throwing his door open a little too aggressively. You raised your head and mumbled softly, "Hey, Jake."

Jake smiled warmly at you as he used his foot to shut his bedroom door. He pulled his jacket off, then he instantly made his way to his bed and crawled on beside you. Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his body, closing his eyes as his head hit his pillow. He shared no words, but with the kind of relationship you guys had, sometimes you didn't need to talk for hours. Just holding one another was enough.

Your eyes kept closing every time you opened them. You were well prepared to help Jake with all the packing and be his motivational cheerleader an hour ago, but now, you just wanted to lie in his arms and sleep.

You closed your eyes and pressed your cheek against his chest, basking in the warmth of his embrace. You breathed in his cologne and felt all your worries fade away. He was your whole heart, and he had no idea just how much he meant to you—just how in love with him you were.

I love you.

Those were words Jake found hard to say when it came to you.

He felt it, love. He just didn't know how to tell you. You were the first girl he had ever dated in this way, the first girl he had ever felt these kinds of feelings for in this way.

Sure, you had dated other men before, but Jake was also the first to make you feel this way. Your heart swelled each time you saw him, even if you guys just shared a glance across the football field.

You had said it to him once. I love you. Guaranteed you were asleep, but Jake heard it. He didn't respond with words for fear of waking you up, but his hand gently pushed your hair from your face before he cupped your cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

At the memory of waking up and cuddling with Jake before his mom made you both breakfast, you couldn't help the wide smile that spread across your face. You held your notebook to your chest, smiling like a love-sick idiot.

Your friend rushed up behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, causing a surprised yelp to come from you—too distracted to notice they were calling and chasing after you.

Your friend, Jay Park, smiled wide at you as he used the arm around you to reach for your head, ruffling your hair playfully. "What's got you walking around in a smiley, giggly daze?" He asked, laughing when you swatted his hands away.

"Nothing," You defended, but your smile betrayed you. Jay wiggled his eyebrows and tilted his head down the hallway in the direction of the class Jake was about to exit at any given second.

"Thinking about your lover boy again?" Jay asked, a smirk forming as you slapped his arm and whispered insults and swears to get him to shut up.

"Remember, no one is meant to know about that!" You felt no shame sharing this secret with someone like Jay, though. You needed a friend to lean on when things were getting rough. Jake was also okay with Jay knowing about your relationship. It wasn't like he would pull out a megaphone and expose you both.

You were too distracted by Jay now, not noticing when your secret boyfriend exited his classroom with a smile on his lips and his puppy-like eyes searching for you. His smile soon fell when he noticed Jay's hand on your shoulder while you were talking excitedly about an unknown subject, your eyes wide and your mouth tilted up in a smile.

Jake looked down. He felt ashamed—he couldn't be so open with you in public. Not that he didn't want to; he just feared someone else doing or saying something to risk your relationship. He tried to take it easy, being a firm believer in privacy regarding relationships.

Jake remained in his position as all the other students walked out of class and around him, most bidding him goodbye with waves or words like 'see you later'. His eyes were fixated on you, watching every move you and Jay made.

You finally noticed a crowd of students from the corner of your eye and turned your head to look in the direction of his class, your smile now focused on him. But Jake looked off. A little upset or even angry. You raised an eyebrow and stepped away from Jay in Jake's direction.

Your smile fell as Jake turned and rushed after some students, wrapping his arm around one of the boy's shoulders before he began animatedly talking about something you were too far away to hear.

You stopped in your tracks, your arms falling from your chest as your hand held your book tight. You never talked to Jake at campus, of course not, but you still shared glances and even walked past one another while whispering affirmations that you missed one another. It wasn't like him to run away from you like that.

Jay made his way to you with a frown knitted on his forehead. "Why did lover boy run off like that? Did you two fight?"

You shook your head. "No…"

Jake had ignored your messages all that night, and you felt a hole begin to form in your stomach, which was becoming overwhelmed with concern and fear. You had messaged Jay a million times, surprised he even replied instead of telling you to leave him alone. But he knew you had no one else to talk to, and you appreciated that he was always there for you.

Plus, Jay was the one joint friend you both shared—and he, too, was being ignored by Jake. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach but had no choice but to push it down. You were going to his football match that afternoon, and nothing would stop you.

To try and get his attention and to get him to forgive you for whatever petty reason that caused him to be ignoring you without any warning, you dressed in a white sundress and wore light, natural makeup. You tied your hair back to show off your neck and shoulders.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake always had a thing for your neck, wishing he could leave marks all over the soft skin so everyone would know you were his.

You left your tiny apartment with the need for freedom and the chance to make things right with Jake. If you had done or said something to trigger or upset him, you had to talk it out and not just let things simmer in unspoken festering anger.

You arrived at the football game with Jay and chose to sit as close to the field as possible. You held your phone tight in your hand, waiting for a text from Jake that seemed as if it would never come.

Soon enough, the team players entered the field, and, as usual, Jake's eyes searched for you. He found you in your usual spot, and his lips turned up into a wide smile of relief that you still showed up despite him being petty. His smile wavered slightly when he noticed Jay beside you, but he ignored that face and sent you a small wave.

You felt instant relief and began to think up multiple reasons to defend the ghosting Jake had been doing. Maybe he broke his phone, or he lost it? Surely if he was ignoring you, he wouldn't have just waved.

When the game ended, the crowd slowly trickled out. Jay offered to take you home, but you were determined you were going to see Jake and talk things out. Jay assured you should you need him, he would keep his phone by his side. You were thankful, but you knew this was something for only you and Jake to discuss.

You decided to make your way to the dressing room, waiting at the door when it seemed most of the players had left. You waited 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. You frowned. What was taking Jake so long? His car was still parked in its usual place.

You bit the inside of your cheek and decided to invade the dressing room, making your way through the hallway until you got to the opening, which showed rows of lockers and benches. It sounded like the showers were running, so you called out his name.

"Jake?" Your voice shook a little, worried it wasn't him left behind, and you may have just exposed the secret you both desperately wanted to keep hidden—that you were somehow tied to one another.

The running water stopped, and then you heard footsteps. You look around, and sure enough, Jake came out of one of the archways leading off to separate rooms. He had a towel hanging low on his waist and looked tired.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back. He used one of his hands to push his wet hair out of his face as he made his way through the open area to the locker near you, his name written in messy white marker on the light blue metal.

"Are you okay?" You offered, hoping Jake would finally talk to you. It had been almost 24 hours since he began to refuse to reply to your messages, and it had been nearly 20 hours since he had turned his phone off and refused to look at it for fear of giving in too quickly.

But now you were standing before him, his anger washed away with just one smile. He knew he was being petty, but he couldn't help but fear losing you to Jay—someone you probably felt would be easy to be in a public relationship with.

You sighed softly, walking to sit on the bench behind Jake. He pulled his towel from his waist and began drying off. Neither of you were concerned about being naked in front of the other; you had seen each other naked more than enough times. But Jake seemed to be in a rush to dry off and grab his clean clothes from his bag.

"Jake," Your voice sounded firm, causing your boyfriend to stop his actions and turn slowly to face you. "Why are you ignoring me? Have I said or done something to upset you? If I have, ignoring me isn't the best way to go about it. We should sit down, and you should express what boundaries I've crossed so I know not to do it again."

Jake let out a small puff of air through pursed lips, then crouched before you and gently wrapped his fingers around your hands, which sat on your lap.

"I saw Jay being a bit… too friendly with you yesterday, and it drove me a little crazy," Jake replied, to which you raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head.

"You know nothing like that would ever, ever happen between Jay and me. We met through you, so we respect you too much for a start." Jake knew you were trying to comfort him, but your words almost hurt him. You sounded as if you were brushing his concerns away without considering how it made him feel.

"I get it, though," You continued, to which Jake felt relief. He had never been in a relationship that was so serious yet so fun. You were adults, so you both had to be mature with your concerns. "I would probably have felt the same if we shared another friend who could freely touch you in public. But you know I would never do that to you, right?"

Jake nodded, offering a small smile, and softly whispered, "I know."

You let go of one of his hands and pressed your hand against his cheek, your lips begging to kiss him as he looked so invested in your every word. But you had to let something off your chest. "And second, I'm too in love with you that if this were to ever end, I don't think I would ever be able to fall in love with someone else again."

"Love?" Jake whispered again, his eyes staring deep into yours as you dropped your hand from his face. He looked deep in thought for a second before he smiled and nodded in response. "I'm in love with you too."

You smiled and looked down at your lap, your joint hands. You laughed shyly. You felt Jake's hand touch your cheek, so you looked up and into his eyes. Jake leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, the kiss beginning soft and gentle, but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed your body against his tightly, he couldn't help but get riled up.

Jake mumbled against your lips, his hands roughly holding your hips, "We need to leave. Can you keep your hands to yourself while I get dressed? We can go to mine for the night, yeah?"

You nod, dramatically pulling your arms back from his neck and slamming them on the bench, each hand on either side of you. Jake laughed, and you couldn't help but smile wide at the reaction. You kept your hands in their positions as Jake got up and grabbed his clothes to change. Once he was in his boxers, joggers and a hoodie, he lazily shoved his towel in his bag before he picked it up and turned to you with his hand held out.

You stood and grabbed his hand, the pair of you leaving the place together. You both got into his car, and Jake had to stop himself from speeding as he was needy to show you just how much he loved you.

As he pulled up to his house and parked outside, he said haphazardly, almost sounding in a trance, "I want to go semi-public about us."

"Excuse me?" You asked, your eyes going wide as you turned in your seat to face him.

Jake laughed and nodded his head. He reached across you to open his glove box, finally pulling out his phone. "Hear me out. We're not going to be ending this any time soon, so why don't we share photos but just not show the other person's face. Then everyone will know we're taken. Private, but not a secret."

You let out a single laugh, almost like a breath of disbelief. But Jake's smile and puppy dog eyes told you he was serious. You felt your stomach doing flips and couldn't help but nod your head quickly. "Yes, God, yes."

Jake laughed and leaned over to kiss you, but you rushed to clap your hand over his mouth to stop him.

"Jake Sim, I swear to God if we kiss in this car, I'm going to climb on your lap, and we're going to fuck right here right now. And I'm sure old lady Choi will be more than happy to watch us and tell your parents about the view."

Jake pulled back, saluted and replied with a smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

Jake exited the car and ran around to open the door for you, holding his hand out for you. You placed your hand in his and got out, following after Jake, who threw his head back and groaned when you kissed the back of his shoulder. "I swear to God I'm going to fuck you all night long that on Monday, you still won't be able to walk straight, and everyone will be asking you what happened."

You laughed and rolled your eyes, using your free hand to pat his shoulder. "Sure, sure, Jake. Whatever you say."

Jake dropped your hand to unlock the door, pulled you inside, and rushed to lock the door behind you. Jake stood there for a second, just staring at you. Then he crouched, wrapped an arm around your thighs, and finally threw you over his shoulder. Jake held you tight, walking while carrying you to his room.

You couldn't help but laugh and feared he would drop you. You safely made it to his bed, Jake gently placing you to sit on the edge. He didn't give you time to think before his hands gripped your waist and his lips attacked your neck.

"Jake," You let out a breathy moan. Jake's lips and tongue attached to your skin, but the soft kisses soon turned rough. His teeth began to sink into your skin, mixed with some sucking. He was determined to make an art piece all over your neck and chest.

One of your hands moved to tangle into his hair while your other hand grabbed his jogger's waistband. You were needy. It had been over a week since you guys lasted touched one another. You needed him badly.

Jake took the hint and pulled away from your neck enough to push your dress to your waist and his joggers down to his knees. He needed you too, too lazy to fully undress yourselves.

Jake wrapped his hand around his dick and pumped a few times, throwing his head back and biting his lip to hold back to moan threatening to spill out at the good feeling. He then looked at you, your dress to your hips and your legs wide opening, waiting for him.

Jake finally let out a groan and leaned down to lie between your legs. His lips kissed yours feverishly while his hands became rough on your hips. You dared to push your hips up against his at this, smiling at the reaction you gained. Jake moaned into your mouth, pulling back to look at you darkly.

Jake pulled your panties to the side and wasted no time pushing inside you, just wanting to feel you. The stretch was uncomfortable as you weren't prepared for it, but it quickly subsided. Jake remained still for a while, pressing gentle kisses to the red marks he had littered against your skin.

"You look too beautiful, baby," Jake mumbled, pulling back to look down at you. Your cheeks flushed pink, but you smiled and pouted your lips. Jake rolled his eyes but did as you asked, leaning down to gently kiss your lips.

Jake gave a test thrust of his hips, earning a gasp from you. Jake kept thrusting but was slow, not too hard. But when you began to whine, he knew you were adjusted. Your hands tried to grip at his waist to pull him in faster. He grabbed your hands at this, entwining your fingers as he thrust faster, harder.

Jake's head felt into your neck, kissing at the skin he attacked earlier. You squeezed his hands, pushing your hips up as you felt your release reaching close as his thrusts began to get harder. Your moans became faster and louder. You were almost there. Then Jake pulled out.

Your mouth fell open, and you couldn't move at first, but then you sat up with a glare, furious at Jake. "What the fuck? I was almost there!"

Jake tutted and shook his head. "You deserve a bit of a warning to not let Jay touch you up again, don't you think? I need to remind you exactly who you belong to."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "All he did was touch my shoulder; you can't seriously get mad over that when you don't even say more than five words to me on campus."

"Watch me," Jake teased before thrusting back into you, unwilling to anger you further and prolong your orgasms. He pressed his thumb lazily to your clit to help push you closer to the edge faster.

You moaned loudly and gripped tight on his shoulders, scheming your own ways to mark him up just as he had done with you. You pressed your face into his neck, daring to suck a series of hickeys in a line before you pulled back with a smirk.

Jake rubbed your clit faster, giving a faux warning, "Behave yourself, baby girl, or I'll pull out again."

You whined and shook your head at his response, knowing he wasn't being too serious. The faster he rubbed your clit, the closer you came to your orgasm again. The familiar tensing of muscles in your thighs and lower stomach began, and soon enough, you let out a string of moans mixed with his name before you released around him.

At the feeling of your walls tightening around him, Jake let loose inside you and leant down to sloppily kiss you, mumbling against your lips, "Thank God you're on the pill. I could never go back to fucking you in condoms. I'm addicted to how you feel."

You laughed and hugged your arms around his shoulders, Jake allowing his head to fall against the very top of your chest. He closed his eyes, already tired, as he had also spent over an hour playing football not too long ago.

"We should order food," You tried to hint, you always being the one to take care of Jake when he had a busy sports day which often wore him out.

"Mmh, in a bit," He mumbled. You could already feel him falling asleep. But then he gasped and reached for his hoodie pocket, pulling his phone out.

"Can I post a photo of us like this?" Jake asked. Your dress still covered your chest, and his hoodie had a large, baggy style, so only his face and a hint of your clothing would be in the photo. You nod your head, a blush forming on your face with pure excitement at the idea of being debuted on his social media accounts—even though it would be faceless.

Jake pouted his lips, and you felt your heart race as you saw how cute he looked in the photo. You smiled as he snapped the picture and opened his social media app. He typed in a simple 'my girl always knows how to take care of me after a match' before he pressed post, not a single time to think about what he was posting.

Jake then dropped his phone off the bed onto the floor, wrapping his arms under your body as he hugged you tight. He closed his eyes, mumbling a soft "I love you" before falling asleep.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #jake #enhypen jake #enhypen jake sim #jake sim #enhypen jake smut #jake smut #jake scenarios #sim jaeyun #jaeyun #enhypen jaeyun

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seaadc · 8 months

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sshshshshsh heyhey could i have some uhh aqua hoshino x streamer!reader

I feel like such a genius for thinking about this my third eye has been opened

status | aqua hoshino x streamer!fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS SUCH A UNIQUE REQUEST??!!!??? THANK U SM ANON!!

summary: aqua being madly infatuated with you ever since he had saw you streaming.

- “If the world was against us, then I’m against the world.”

You are definitely in for a treat, definitely.

Before Aqua had met you, he was not that quite.. expressive? He had a cold demeanor, You can call him stern, but not too quite.

When Aqua was silently working on the little short trailer of a video that the team he was working with in “Love now” was gonna post, He came across you in the internet.

You were streaming in youtube, Your hair looked good and it looks recently brushed. You were talking to your fans since you were popular— heck, you even knew Mem-cho! You were slightly more popular than her which caused you to have a lot of viewers.

The girl was talking about her life and desires, how she’d want to be an idol someday. Aqua narrowed his eyes at the screen, staring deep into your galactic eyes.. How mesmerizing. He wouldn’t admit that

You were acting all so bubbly and giddy, showing your viewers some stuff in your room. And, to be honest, Aqua enjoyed watching you. Or was he just tired? He was tired from editing the short clip, he just laid his head down the table and using his arms as support while he looked at the laptop, gazing into your eyes that wasn’t even staring into his own.

He then sighed and closed the laptop, standing up while he went outside to grab the juice Yuki was going to gave him.

Aqua went out, Mem-cho went inside and opened the laptop, checking if the video had gotten more popular but she was greeted by a familiar face.

“Oh! It’s [Name]!” The blondie muttered to herself, wondering what was the tab doing in the laptop.

“Huh.. Aqua left the room last.”

Aqua decided to take a stroll outside the building, not too far but not too near. He was walking down the sidewalks when he felt like he should get a snack. He went to the nearest store and went inside, the bell on top of the door ringing.

Aqua sighed to himself and grabbed some chips, To his surprise there was a girl next to him.

She looked up at the shelf and grabbed the same chips Aqua had got but a different flavor, The girl smiled brightly to herself and adjusted her cap.

Aqua looked at her, He was 2 inches taller than her if he could presume.. She looked oddly familiar.

“Miss… Uh.. Have I seen you somewhere?” Aqua asked softly, his eyes narrowing at the girl’s cap which was colored white.

The girl looked up at him, Aqua widening his eyes at the realization it was the streamer had come across earlier.

“Well that’s interesting. People can still recognize me?” You mumbled, sighing in disbelief while you headed over at the cashier and placed your chips down at the counter.

Aqua hummed and followed, right behind you while he waited in line. It was awkward.. The only sound you could hear was the cashier’s machine clacking and doing such beeps.

The girl turned and looked at Aqua, smiling warmly. “[Name], At your service.” She introduced, and left while the bell rang.

Aqua stared off into the door, following your figure until it has dissipated. He looked down at the chips and put it down the counter.. Somehow, He felt.. attached. He couldn’t explain why, It was definitely not the universe playing tricks on both of you… right?

Ever since Aqua met you in real life, He couldn’t stop. As in, He couldn’t stop checking your profile everyday to see if you have a new video or stream. Truth be told, He watched every single video you had made and streams. Even if they were past streams, He still persevered to watch it.

Aqua felt comfortable and satisfied whenever he would rewatch a video of yours when you won’t post due to lack of motivation, but he would always check. Everyday, Everynight.

One day as you set up your computer, You thought of the fair blonde guy you met at the shop. You smiled at the thought, knowing it was the same guy you supported in the show “Love now” and the upcoming Tokyo Revenger live action.

You started streaming and viewers rushed in the stream, waiting for other viewers to arrive while a certain username joined.

“AquaHoshino… Are you a fan or the guy himself?” You chuckled, the viewers commenting of how cute and adorable your smile is while the user you had mentioned didn’t reply.

Meanwhile, through the other screen, Aqua couldn’t contain himself when his tongue slipped out of your mouth. He kept staring at your face, He didn’t know why, but the word that fits to what he kept on doing for the past few months was definitely ‘Infatuation’.

Considering he was a doctor before, ‘course he knew what this thing was. But it took him quite a long time to accept that he was inlove with you. A streamer who makes money off it.

Aqua just entered Strawberry Productions since Miyako called for him, only to find out that you, yes you, had signed a contract. Turns out Mem-cho had invited you and both of you were conversing with eachother on the green couch.

Miyako smiled and walked up to Aqua. “We have a new member.” She spoke with a soothing voice. Aqua flinched when he saw you, You both held eye contact until you smiled.

Oh shit, That was the best thing he ever saw. (except Ai’s smile) His heart melted, feeling it race like a sports car. Aqua cleared his throat and turned away, trying to hide the redness creeping up to his face while Mem-cho merely giggled. “Your so charismatic, [Name]-chan.” Mem-cho teased to which Aqua sighed at, He left the area to not get embarrassed any further and went to his room, leaving a very confused [Name]. and he would probably sabotage things a bit because he doesnt want you to be an idol, being a streamer is already making you tired and he doesn’t want that.

And since then, You would always talk to him with the most giddy-est personality ever. He would reply in short answers but he enjoyed your company, he wasn’t going to say that straightforwardly to you but might as well include it.

He would enjoy the peaceful silence you both shared in benches, school cafeterias, living rooms, and so many more places!

Aqua would probably be clingy to you in private, He isn’t a fan of PDA but he would gladly let you if you would do the first move or if he’s.. ehem.. jealous.

He once saw you conversing too much with a male employee at the cinema counter since you asked to join him in the mall which he couldn’t decline at. Only to find out another person was going to spend all your time with him.

Aqua approached with the popcorn he had bought and gave one to you, glaring at the employee. You thanked him while he simply nodded.

He took your hand and intertwined it with his, which made your heart pounding like some sort of wildebeest in a stampede.

And you both enjoyed that day.

bonus:

Aqua had confessed, inside the store you both first met. The cashier looked very amused while imaginary stars appeared beside her.

“W-what..?“ You stuttered, blushing a pink hue at the sudden confession Aqua had made, since he just kind of.. said that so fast.

Aqua sighed with the tip of his ears were flaming red while his cheeks were red too. “I’m not repeating that.” He blurted out, looking away while he kept a blank expression though the color of his cheeks say otherwise.

Being his girlfriend made you realize how hard is life is, how he would risk anything just to get justice for his mother. Which he told you after a few not a few months of dating. He got comfortable around you and you would always be there to comfort him during his nightmares, And he would always be there for you whenever you get a hate comment that gets you really insecure.

To be honest, You would probably wake up one day and getting the news of the person who kept on hating on you suddenly so quiet… I wonder what your lovely red flag boyfriend did.

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helloaugustmoon · 16 days

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the girl (me) is (most certainly) [his]

warning: mildly suggestive but nothing too explicit

Michael Jackson x she/her!reader

·˚ ◌༘͙[The Girl Is Mine] ! ˊ

It isn’t unusual for Michael to wake up to the sound of his own music playing; he’d find it frustrating if it didn’t stem from your sincere adoration for him that simply cannot be contained. How could you be the love of his life without being his biggest fan, by default? Hearing the familiar tune playing all the way from the radio in the main kitchen, Michael can’t help chuckling softly, turning to press his face into your pillow, taking a moment to breathe you in before he can bring himself to rise from the bed you share. Your absence from said bed will most definitely warrant at least one pout that you will have to kiss off of his face at some point today, by the way.

Stepping into a loose fitting pair of silk pajamas, Michael uses one hand to begin buttoning up the shirt as he leaves the bedroom and follows the sound of his own song through the mansion the two of you call home, until he finds you in the kitchen. It seems you’ve once again sent the kitchen staff to the pool for the morning, in favor of preparing breakfast yourself. Michael leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest with a fond smile that quickly turns to one of flirtation, watching the way your hips sway in time with the song. Standing at the stove with your back to him, you are blissfully unaware of his presence, or his gaze on you as you dance around, but this is his most treasured view of you; one of his shirts draped over your seductive frame, dancing around without a care in the world, lost to your love for him while not even realizing he’s right here with you.

Very slowly, Michael walks up behind you, his large hands finding your hips through the fabric of his shirt against your skin, causing you to gasp in surprise. His hips fall into an effortless rhythm with yours, swaying side to side, and he hums the melody into the side of your neck.

“That she’s my girl, forever and ever…” Michael sings softly into your ear, harmonizing with himself on the record.

You can’t help giggling like a schoolgirl, his voice always melting you beyond belief.

“Good morning, baby.” He smiles, leaving the lightest kiss on the side of your neck as he continues to sway his hips with yours.

“Morning, angel face. Did you sleep well?” You ask gently, smiling over your shoulder at him.

“Mm, dreamt of you, like always. Never comes close to the real thing.” Michael murmurs into your shoulder, large hands squeezing your hips. “How did you sleep, pretty girl?”

You sigh with an unmistakable swoon, leaning your back against his chest as you continue cooking. “I slept well, yeah; I’d have stayed in your arms if I hadn’t been close to starving to death.”

That has Michael laughing.

“Oh? Wasting away beside me, were you? My poor love.” He teases.

“The situation was dire.” You answer in a feigned serious tone, oozing dramatics that he knows all too well.

“Hmm, I can think of a situation that’s far more dire.” Michael’s lips trail the side of your neck, his hips pressing against yours just a touch more from where he stands behind you, still swaying to the music.

Your eyes widen. Before you know it, you’re breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Here I am, preparing a lovely breakfast for you-“ It’s a far from serious sentiment, but you are cut off regardless.

“That I am ever so grateful for.” Michael interjects playfully.

You scoff at him. “Then how can you suggest we waste it?” You ask him with a raised eyebrow, peering up at him from where your back is pressed to his chest.

“Never waste it, baby, just…postpone it. We can eat this later, and it’ll be just as delicious, I’ll bet. Right now, I’m hungry for something very specific.” Michael teases, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“And what’s that?” You ask with a deliberate tone of innocence, but the breathlessness in your voice gives way to your true feelings on the matter, causing him to smirk against your skin.

“A girl who happens to be mine.” His voice is barely above a whisper, and no sooner are the words uttered than he’s swung you up and into his arms bridal style, carrying you back up to your bedroom. Which, much to your shared relief, is an entire floor, lest there be enough noise to travel through a wall or two.

At the pool, the kitchen staff begin exchanging petty cash and rolls of their eyes, overhearing your squeals of delight and Michael’s laughter, and heading inside to continue cooking the breakfast they had bet you wouldn’t be able to finish before you were whisked away by your man.

#michael jackson #michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines #headcannon

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alligatorstomachacid · 8 months

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Roomate

This is based off of an AI chat convo I had! I'll show the SS at the end. Warnings: Masturbation, clothes stealing mentioned and smelling, listening in on someone masturbating, creep/pervert behavior? Male reader x Simon Ghost Riley. Minors DNI fem alined may interact but do not fetishize my content! This is a bit long, not looking for critiques. Reblogs are welcome!

You were laying on your bed playing on your phone. You hear a knock at your bedroom door.

"Come in!" You yell, in walks Ghost better known as Simon to you. Simon is your roommate, you share a small apartment in Manchester. You put your phone down and sit up.

"Hey Simon, you need something?" You tilt your head and watch Simons eyes scan your somewhat dirty room. It wasn't totally dirty, only some used clothes on the floor and a couple blankets. Simon shifts his weight onto his other leg. He gives a slow nod.

"Yeah, I was just wondering what you wanted to do for dinner tonight. I'm fine with whatever." He mumbles, his gruff voice low and a bit scratchy. He didn't have a mask on like he used to wear when he first moved in so you can actually make out what he says now. You sit for a moment thinking about your food options.

"I think we have pizzas in the freezer, we can just throw them in the oven. I'm good with that, it's easy to make and won't take long." You say with a nod, deciding you want to do pizza for dinner.

"Alright, I'll make the pizzas this time. You made dinner last time so it's my turn." Simon mutters and shifts his weight again. You see him look over your room again, his gaze falls on one of your band t-shirts. It's dirty and needs to be washed like the other clothes scattered on your floor.

"Hey. Mind if I borrow that shirt?" He points to the shirt he's looking at, you tilt your head. You didn't think he was a fan of Korn, you got that shirt at one of their concerts a while back. You smile and and lean back against the wall that your beds against.

"What are you doing do with it? Use it to get off?" You joke, chuckling to yourself. A light blush spreads on Simon's face. He then looked you straight in the eyes.

"Well, I'm not going to answer that." That causes you to raise an eyebrow at him, you meant it as a joke. Not really thinking he'd do something like that. He didn't strike you as the person who's do that. But he has gotten off to your used clothes before. He's stolen your used boxers, shirts, and hoodies before. He'd smell them when he jacked off. Simon would never admit that he's stolen your clothes though.

"Well now I want to know!" You exclaim, your curiosity has gotten the best of you. To be honest you didn't really care what he did with the shirt as long as he gave it back. But you want to know what he's going to do with it.

"You really want to know?" He doesn't wait for you to answer before responding.

"Fine if you want to know so much... Yes." Ghost mumbles the blues on his face grows darker. Your eyebrows raise.

"You're going to jerk off to it?" You ask, surprised he'd actually do that.

"Maybe... Well if you don't mind me do that." He says looking at you for permission. He's being weirdly respectful about this. You think for a moment.

"Fine, but I get to borrow your hoodie that say Lieutenant iley on the back. And you need to wash the shirt before giving it back."

"That's a fair trade. I'll make sure to wash the shirt before I return it." Simon nods, after a moment of silence he speaks up.

"So you're fine with me jerking off with your shirt?" He tilts his head and fidgets with a loose string of the shirt he's holding. You chuckle and roll your eyes.

"I don't care, go ahead." You wave your hand showing you don't care as long as he washes it. He smiles and nods.

"Alright I'll be borrowing this for now then. I'll make sure to wash it before it's returned." He shifts his weight and steps back getting ready to leave.

"And that hoodie, Simon. Don't forget to let me borrow it~!" You remind him before he retreats to his own room. Simon nods.

"Just make sure to take care of it." He says, going to his room, grabbing the hoodie and bringing it to you. You say a thanks and he leaves shutting the door behind him. Simon retreats to his room across the hall.

He closes and locks his door behind him. His room is dimly lit like it usually is. He has some LED lights that he has up for some reason, he barely uses them. He flops down on his bed and presses his nose into the shirt he borrowed from you. He lets out a quiet groan, his eyes rolling back. God it'd be so much better if it was actually you. But this would suffice for now.

Simon licks his lips as he takes his half hard dick out from his black jogging shorts. He leans his head against the headboard of the bed and inhales the smell of he dirty shirt again. His eyes flutter shut and he shifts trying to get more comfortable. His face burns with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. God he was such a pervert, he thought. Getting off to his roommate's sweaty, dirty shirt that was lying on the ground!

He wraps his free hand around his dick and swipes his thumb over the tip of his leaking dick. He groans softly into the rough fabric. He takes another inhale, it's long and drawn out.

"God~." He moans. He opens his eyes, looking in the mirror leaning against the wall across from his bed. He grabs the remote for his LED lights and turns them on, setting them to red. He can now see himself better. His dick leaking and standing tall, his nose buried in the unwashed fabric of your shirt. His face and ears go from warm to hot, he's feeling a mix of excitement and shame. But he's to busy thinking about the shame of the situation, he'll think about that after.

He wraps his hand around his cock and starts to move his hand at a slow pace. His body shivers, and he continues to look at himself in the mirror. He takes another inhale and lets out a hum. He speeds up his pace, his quiet groans and himself turn into moans and whimpers. He's happy that these walls are thick.

The coil in his abdomen starts to tighten. His breathing is becoming ragged and heavy. His body is shaking and he's moaning a bit louder, the shirt barely muffling it. He bends forward, his dick twitches and he cums. His eyes roll back and he shutters. His thick cum gets on the shirt and his blankets. Once he's done he rests his back against the wall and lets out a huff, closing his eyes.

Simon doesn't think you heard anything, he thought you were downstairs making dinner. Little did he know you were standing outside his door, wearing his hoodie. Your nose buried in his hoodie sleeve, you palmed yourself through your sweatpants as you listened to his moans through the door. You ended up finishing a few moments before he did. After that you snuck back into your room, Simon none the wiser you got off to his hoodie and his wonderful noises.

Maybe this made you just as dirty as him.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed I got the inspo from a small part of a convo I had with an AI. Let me know if I had any grammer mistakes I'll fix them. Sorry if this isn't the best quality I'm currently not feeling well. I wanted to get this out because I need to feed my CoD fans :). Let me know if you want me to expand on this! I found it so fun to write this!!

Here is the SS of the ai convo:

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leebix · 9 months

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Roommate’s

P: Roommate hyunjin X F.reader

G. Smut

W. Cussing, clothe fingering, Dom Hyunjin, Sub reader, Hard core, nudes, kinda perv hyunjin, teasing hyunjin, O.F. reader, Pet name. (Bunny, good girl, love, etc.)

A/n: Hi! I’m back sorry it took a while just needed a small plot for the story, hope you enjoy my small story’s, should I continue writing? anyways In joy my story! >.<🤍 @ithinkibetteractfast

~*~

you're both sitting in your room, alone.. Hyunjin is your roommate, you’re both in the dorms but he suddenly steals your phone and starts looking through your photos..

“Hmm, what's this~” he says showing you your phone, with a picture of your nudes on the screen.. your face blushed red as you snatched your phone away “t-thats.. none of your business..”

“intresting, why would you be taking those for, hm?~” he teased, as he smirked, your roommate looking at you with a weird look.. he looks almost possesive, wanting to know who you took those photos for, but still being playful with you..

_____ looked at him with a shocked looked “well I thought I looked hot in my body….” _____ said as you looked away from her phone and turn it off and put it away from him hyunjin.

Hyunjin grinned mischievously, his eyes lingering on you. "Oh, trust me, you do look hot, ____," he said, leaning closer to you. "But I'm more curious about who you took those pictures for. Were they for someone special?" He chuckled, his tone filled with both playfulness and possessiveness.

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but I can't make any promises about the thoughts running through my head right now." His voice dropped to a low whisper, causing a tingling sensation to run down your spine.

____ lay down on the bed on her stomach as you turn on her phone and started going threw your Instagram, ____ sight “I Post that in Twitter for my fans….” You bite lip

Hyunjin eyes widened in surprise as you nonchalantly mentioned posting the nude photo on Twitter. His gaze shifted from your face to your body, now sprawled enticingly on the bed. His playful demeanor shifted, his possessiveness taking over.

He walked over to the bed, his steps deliberate and purposeful. He sat down beside you, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern on your bare thigh. "____, my sweet girl," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "You're teasing me, aren't you? Flaunting your beauty for all to see, but deep down, you want it to be me who gets to savor every inch of you."

His fingers continued to trace higher up your thigh, his touch sending shivers through your body. "Tell me, ____, do you want everyone to see what's only meant for my eyes? Those luscious curves, those tempting lips... Do you crave their hungry gazes, or is it me who you desire? Be honest with me, my little temptress."

____ looked at the boy with a sweet smile acting innocent towards the boy “mhhm I don’t know what your talking about” ____ said as you see the boy hand getting closer to her inner thigh as she bites her lips.

Hyunjin eyes narrowed, seeing through your innocent act. He could sense your desire, your hidden longing, and it only fueled his own arousal. He moved his hand even closer, his fingertips now brushing against the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, ____," he growled softly, his voice laced with a hint of a warning. "Don't play coy with me, darling. I can see the hunger in your eyes, the way you're biting your lip. It's a dangerous game you're playing."

His fingers continued their slow, torturous journey, inching closer to your core. His gaze never wavered from your eyes, his dominant persona taking over completely. "You want me to touch you, don't you? To drive you wild with pleasure. But you'll have to beg for it, my sweet girl. Beg me to make you feel good."

_____ didn’t know what to do, ___ just looked him and nodding your head feeling your words I stick in your throat as his fingers get really close to you core.

Hyunjin could sense your hesitation, your need conflicting with your uncertainty. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as his fingers hovered just above your core.

"Open up to me, ____," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "Let go of your inhibitions and surrender to your desires. I can give you the pleasure you crave, but you have to trust me."

With that, his fingers dipped lower, lightly grazing against your sensitive folds. He teased you, drawing circles and tracing patterns, building the anticipation within you. His touch was light, almost feather-like, but you could feel the intensity growing with each passing second.

"Are you ready to beg for my touch, my sweet girl?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "To give in to the pleasure only I can provide?"

You looked at your roommate with a pure look not saying anything you making your thigh tight together feelings his fingers with your black shorts, as you breath is heavily moving up and down your chest looking at him as you bite your lip not knowing what to say to him.

Hyunjin watched you closely, observing the way your body reacted to his touch, the way your thighs unconsciously tightened together. He could see the desire etched in your eyes, the struggle for control within you. His own arousal grew, pushing him to push you further, to make you succumb to your desires.

He moved closer to you, his face mere inches away from yours. His hot breath fanned against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. With a low, seductive tone, he spoke again, his voice filled with both dominance and a hint of desperation.

"Let go, ____" he whispered, his thumb lightly circling your clothed nub. "You want this, don't you? The pleasure, the connection between us? Don't fight it anymore. Just give in love."

With gentle yet firm pressure, he pressed his thumb harder against your clothed bud, wanting to see your resolve crumble, wanting you to beg for the release that only he could grant.

You whimper at the feeling of his slim fingers on your clothes nub, you really wanted, you slowly parted your legs to let him feel you right breathing heavily at this moment your chest moving up and down as you felt yourself getting wetter threw your panties “plea-please” you whimper your eyes have close of the small pleasure he’s giving you arching your back just a little throwing your head back

Hyunjin could feel the pulsating desire emanating from you, the way you willingly parted your legs just enough for him to access your heated core. A victorious grin spread across his face as he saw you succumb to your own longing.

He applied more pressure with his thumb, circling it skillfully against your clothed nub. He could feel the dampness through your panties, evidence of your arousal. Your whimper and plea for more only fueled the fire within him, his own desire growing more intense.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're so responsive, ____. Just imagine what it'll be like when I touch you properly, when I make you come undone under my fingertips."

With that, he increased the speed and pressure, his thumb working your sensitive bud with skill and precision. He relished in the sight of you arching your back and throwing your head back, lost in the pleasure he was providing.

"Feel the pleasure, bunny " he urged, his voice laced with desire. "Let it consume you completely. Give yourself over to me."

all what you could do was whimper at his words making her even wetter moaning in pleasure of you cloth nub was getting pleasure, ____ was breathing heavily your long silky black hair falling behind you as you close’s her eyes.

Hyunjin continued to work your clothed nub, the pace increasing along with the intensity of your moans. He watched you closely, taking in every sound, every movement, every reaction as you surrendered to the pleasure.

His fingers teased and toyed with you, skillfully rubbing and applying pressure to your sensitive bud. He could feel the wetness seeping through your panties, evidence of just how aroused you were. The sight of you losing yourself in the pleasure only fueled his desire further.

"Open your eyes, bunny," he commanded softly, his voice filled with authority. "Look at me as you come undone. Watch as I make you lose control."

He wanted to see your eyes, to witness every moment of your pleasure. With his free hand, he gently lifted your chin, urging you to meet his gaze even as his fingers continued their relentless assault on your clothed nub.

"Let go, my sweet girl," he breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of tenderness and dominance. "No holding back. Give me everything."

You opened your eyes slowly at hyunjin as the pleasure is hitting you, being a moaning mess underneath him feeling yourself wanting to cum

Hyunjin was captivated by the sight of your eyes, glazed over with desire and pleasure. The way you looked at him as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through your body pushed him to the edge of his own restraint. He could feel himself growing harder, the need to claim you becoming almost overwhelming.

He intensified his touch, his skilled fingers working your clothed nub with an almost unyielding pace. He wanted to push you to the brink, to make you lose control entirely. He could sense your impending release, the way your moans grew louder and more desperate.

"Let go, love," he urged, his voice husky with need. "Cum for me, beautiful. Give in to the pleasure and let yourself be consumed by it."

With his words, he applied one final surge of pressure, his thumb rubbing firmly against your clothed bud. He wanted to drive you over the edge, to bring you to the peak of bliss.

You moaned loudly almost hitting your climax as he still rubbed your clothe nub has your arms are behide you giving you support to stay sitting down, you got on of you legs up to the bed as you felt yourself cumming, you moaned loudly tears falling down your eyes looking at him as you was cumming on your now wet panties you had on, breathing heavily your chest moving as you breaths

Hyunjin watched intently as you reached your peak, your moans filling the room along with the sound of your labored breaths. The sight of your climax, the way your body trembled with pleasure, was utterly intoxicating to him. He felt a surge of possessiveness and triumph, knowing that he was the one who brought you to such heights of bliss.

He continued to stimulate you through your orgasm, his touch steady and unwavering, your pleasure becoming his own. He wanted to savor every moment of your release, witnessing your vulnerability and surrender.

As your moans subsided and tears streamed down your face, he leaned in close, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and adoration. "You were absolutely breathtaking, my sweet girl," he said softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "You're mine, ___, body and soul. And I promise, I will always make you feel this pleasure. No one else will ever touch you like this, only me."

He gently kissed your forehead, his affectionate gesture a stark contrast to the intensity that just washed over you. "Rest for now, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "There's so much more I want to give you."

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itsthestutterforme · 4 months

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The Sweet Times (Rafe Cameron Drabble)

Summary: You and Rafe shared a cute moment at Tannyhill:

Prompt credit @luvmmarner : “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You mean everything to me,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black

Softly humming a tune, you flipped the chicken as it continued to brown in the pan while the sauce was mixing in the blender. The blender clicked off and you turned around to open the blender. Dragging the tip of your finger along the lid, you licked some remnants of the vodka sauce from your finger. You were about to open the fridge when you noticed Rafe staring at you from the hallway.

“Oh hey baby, I didn’t see you come in.” You greet, bringing down the heat of the chicken as you crossed the kitchen. “Just trying to figure out how you’re such a natural in the kitchen,” he states, wrapping his arms around your waist. “All it takes is practice,” You tried to go on your tippy toes to kiss him and still fall short. He chuckles as you collapse into his chest. “How is it fair you can make gourmet meals and I can barely make a grilled cheese?”

“There’s nothing wrong with a grilled cheese,” you console, making him roll his eyes. “Besides, that just mean we balance each other out,” you add, pouting when you couldn’t reach his lips for a kiss. He loves your height difference. How you need a step stool because you could barely reach the middle shelf.

It felt nice for you to need him for something. I makes him feel like less of a fuck up. He bent down to press a warm kiss on your lips, smiling when you ease under his touch. You hummed into the kiss and brought him closer by the neck. “I missed you,” you said against his lips. “I missed you more, pretty girl.” “Topper invited us to his place for a rager but I’ll tell him some other time.” he adds.

“Awe, why not? I like his ragers,” “Because I bought us some face masks and we are going to have a self care day.” Rafe states, motioning to the Ulta Beauty bag on the floor in the hallway. “Well why didn’t you say so?”

The night continued on and you finished your Chicken Marsala just in time for Rafe to rent one of your favorite comfort movie: She’s All That. The entire night you felt his eyes on you, examining every part of you as he can. You decided to keep it to yourself so he didn’t feel embarrassed that you caught him.

It wasn’t until it was time for the face masks that you spoke up about it. It’s not like you had any choice. He sat on the toilet bowl while you gingerly placed the strawberry face mask on his face. His eyes searched yours, his lips parted slightly as if he was in awe. His slow breath fanning against your neck made it hard for you to think straight. His eyes dilated the longer you held his gaze, making your face burn bashfully. “Rafe, why do you keep looking at me like that?” “Like what?”

“The look you have right now. It’s gives a girl butterflies you know?” You smile, applying some pressure to smooth the mask over his forehead. “Is something on your mind?” You suggest. Concern weighed on your brow when he continued to look at you in silence. You were about to say his name when he finally said, “You mean.. everything to me,”

His soft voice caused hundred of goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Rafe,” he wrapped his hands around yours and pulled you in between his legs. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” “You won’t,” you reassure. Had it not been for the face mask, you would have held his face by now. Casually caressing his cheek bone so he knew you were genuine.

“I’m here. I’m yours.” You reinforced, flattening your hand over his buzzcut. “If you get down on one knee or something, I’m going to scream.” A you added. “Well.. it’s not like the sound isn’t familiar to me.” A small smirk plays on his lips and you shove him playfully. You made a stride to leave the bathroom but he caught you and pulled you back where you once were.

“Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” “Going to watch the movie,” you said as he piled you in his lap. “I have my movie right here,” you looked away from his burning gaze and he lifted your gaze back up with your chin.

“Beautiful,”

#black!reader #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #outer banks

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luvlunajpg · 7 days

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Caught ♡

♥︎ Pairing: Johnnie x fem reader

♥︎ Summary: Jake accidentally walked in on you and Johnnie doing the dirty while he was streaming

♥︎ Classification: slight fluff and smut

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It was 9pm you just got off your computer after a long day of streaming. You stretched your arms and cracked every knuckle to refresh yourself from the amount of cramps that was ignored during the stream. You decided to check on your boyfriend johnnie which was also streaming in his own office. You lightly opened his door to see him streaming while answering fan questions. he noticed you peeking through the door and gave you a quick wave before turning back to the computer.

“Sorry guys Y/N is spying on me right now. What a creep, wanna say hi?”

johnnie asked while waving at you to come over. You smiled and walked over to the camera to wave at his viewers.

“Hi guysss! How are you guys doing today? I just ended my stream a minute ago muah muah muah”

Johnnie giggled at the sight of his girlfriend blowing kisses at the camera. He rests his hand on your waist and rubbed his thumb over your hip bone causing you to have goosebumps.

“Alright babe this is my stream, yours ended a minute ago. Byeee”

Johnnie laughs as he lightly pushes you away from the camera. You rolled your eyes playfully and wave one last time to the camera before heading out. Before you head to your room, you saw Jake eating a box of Crumbl Cookies while streaming as well. At this point this has been something that is normal for you. you’ll often see the lights and cameras being set up around the house as if you’re a movie star but in reality, you’re just living with jake and johnnie. They need to make content and entertain their fans, you do the same thing as well nothing abnormal about this. You took a sip of cold water and waved at jake’s camera before jogging back to your room.

You took off your makeup, washed your face and slipped into the matching black lingerie set that johnnie bought for you on your birthday. You knew it was expensive so you just wore it to bed when you feel like it just to make his moneys worth. As you were scrolling through instagram you heard your door opened slowly. You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend johnnie walking in with the most exhausted face you’ve ever seen. You giggled at the sight of your tired boyfriend and pat on the empty space on your bed beside you. He groaned and flopped on that empty spot, letting him sink onto your soft velvet sheets. You played with his hair for a few minutes which caused him to lift his head up and whimper.

“mmmm babe~ you know i love it when you wear that black set. It looks so good on you” Johnnie whines as he sits up

“Oh really? I never noticed” you joked as you notice a bulge starting to form under johnnies jeans

Johnnie rolled his eyes and crashes his lips onto yours. Both of you started to make out and strip johnnie’s clothes one by one, leaving him with only his boxers on. You climbed onto his lap and gently rest your ass on his bulge causing him to groan. Johnnie leaves a trail of kisses from your lips all the way to your cleavage, leaving hickeys on your chest. You moan at the feeling of your chest being sucked and licked, you grind yourself against Johnnie’s bulge causing him to let out a moan.

“Y/N i want to fuck you so bad” johnnie moaned as he removes your lingerie and his boxers.

“Gosh they’re so perfect Y/N” johnnie sighs at the sight of your pierced nipples and perky breast infront of him. He place one of your boobs in his mouth causing you to moan and throw your head back. He swirls his tongue around your nipples as your hand gets lost in his hair. Both of you were grinding on eachother while Johnnie is leaving hickeys on your boobs. And suddenly the door slammed wide open

“OMG JOHNNIE YOU NEED TO— OH MY FUCK! SHIT! FUCK AHHH MY EYES OMG!!” Jake yells as he covers his eyes and drops the box of cookies on the floor

I jumped off johnnie and hid under the blankets as Johnnie covers himself as well

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE ARENT YOU STREAMING?? GET OUT!!” Johnnie yells back at jake

“I AM STREAMING! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU CAUSE I WANT YOU TO TRY THIS FLAVOUR OUT AND I KNOW YOU WOULD LOVE IT CAUSE-“

“JUST GET OUT!! JAKE!!!” Jake gets cut off by you and johnnie yelling at him. Jake apologises a countless of times as he attempts to leave the room with his eyes closed. After he finally leaves the room, johnnie locks the door behind him and nervously chuckle while scratching the back of his head. Your face was now as red as your velvet sheets and you still could not process how jake just walked in on you and Johnnie. Johnnie climbs back on the bed and giggled at your red face, giving your cheek a peck

“Now.. where were we?” Johnnie smirks while rubbing his thumb over your nipple piercing.

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A/N:

hi you guys! I hope you guys enjoyed it ;-;, this is my first time writing smut or even fanfic in general so pls be nice hehe. Anyways! I’ll try and write more fanfic in the future. So far i am only comfortable in writing fluff and smut so feel free to give me any ideas on what i should write next. And yeah…

I LOVE YOU GUYS 🩷🖤

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mari-writes · 3 months

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Second year Bokuto who is struggling in math class and so enlists Akaashi, the new first year setter, to help him study.

Akaashi agrees (quickly), and they make a habit of it. Two months in, Bokuto realizes how much he loves hanging out with his teammate outside of the court. So he starts requesting help with other classes, like English and history, despite not needing as much help in those subjects.

He wonders if Akaashi knows. Wonders if the boy is catching on that aside from Algebra, he’s doing perfectly fine. Bokuto has never exactly excelled in academics, but he’s not failing either. He thinks he’s pretty average when it comes to grades.

But how else can he justify them hanging out together outside of practice? He really doesn’t know. So he keeps asking, not quite “playing dumb” but posing certain questions and insisting Akaashi is the only one who can help.

“You’re the smartest person I know,” he’d declare, “and I trust you more than anyone!” For some reason, that would always work. Akaashi would turn away, the tips of his ears a bit pink, and agree right away.

But eventually, inevitably, Akaashi catches on. He finally speaks up after Bokuto asks him to help study for an upcoming science test.

“Bokuto-san, I recall you doing well in your Physical Science course last year.” He raises one perfect eyebrow, with a scrutinizing look that sends a thrill up Bokuto’s spine. “Do you expect me to believe you need help with Biology, of all things?”

“I mean, um,” Bokuto swallows harshly. “I just thought that maybe—”

Akaashi sighs. He turns in his seat, leaning one elbow against Bokuto’s desk. They’ve been working on other subjects for a couple of hours now. Papers are scattered about, and two empty owl-shaped tea mugs are set to the side.

Bokuto really hopes he hasn’t made things weird between them. “I’m sorry, ‘kaashi!” He reaches up to grip at his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ugh, I’m so annoying! Don’t look at me!”

“Bokuto,” Akaashi says, and the lack of a honorific surprises Bokuto out of his spiraling thoughts. He glances up to see the other boy staring at him intently.

“Yes?” Bokuto holds his breath.

“You don’t actually need my help with any of this,” Akaashi declares. “So why did you ask?”

Bokuto stares. Does Akaashi really not know? Wow, his new setter is a touch more oblivious than he initially thought! “Well, um,” he stutters, “Obviously I just… wanted us to hang out.”

Apparently, Akaashi hadn’t been expecting that at all. His mouth drops open. He blinks. It takes him a few awkward moments to respond. “You… want to hang out… with me?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh.”

Bokuto waits patiently as the boy seems to work something out in his mind. No doubt he is overthinking, running through all possible meanings of Bokuto’s simple words. He looks bewildered. It’s… sort of cute. Bokuto chuckles.

“Is that so crazy? That I like hanging out with you?”

Akaashi shrugs. He turns back the the desk, reaching out to fiddle with a pencil. Bokuto watches in delight as a blush creeps up the boy’s slender neck. “I suppose not,” Akaashi’s voice is quiet. “I’m just… not use to it.”

They fall into silence. Bokuto shifts in his chair, watching Akaashi closely, allowing him to lead them out of this charged moment. The only sounds come from the fan spinning overhead and his own heavy breathing.

Suddenly, Akaashi scoots his chair back and stands, causing Bokuto to flinch. “Okay,” he nods, carefully moving around to grab his jacket from the foot of Bokuto’s bed. “Let’s go, then.”

“Huh?” Confused, Bokuto slowly unfolds from his seat. “Go? Where?”

“You wanted to hang out.” Another shrug. He tosses over Bokuto’s jean jacket; Bokuto catches it easily with one hand. “So we might as well do that somewhere fun. Like the arcade. Or, um, we could go get food?”

Akaashi has made it to the door now, looking back over his shoulder, face is as impassive as ever. But there’s a new sort of spark in his eyes, one that Bokuto isn’t sure what to make of.

(He might be sort of excited to figure it out.)

“You coming?”

Bokuto pulls on his jacket, feeling light as a feather as he follows his new friend out of the room. He smiles.

This might be the start of something great.

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I imagine that after middle school, 2nd year Bo is still worried about overwhelming others, not wanting to scare them away. Love the idea that Akaashi immediately agreeing to practice, study and hang out as friends means a lot to him.

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