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harperb2813 · 4 months

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The Archer 🏹

Things get steamy after you and Kate leave your father’s dinner party

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, dirty talking, teasing, use of y/n,dom! Kate x sub! reader, oral sex strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, choking, shower teasing.

a/n; I’m working on another story so have this while I finish it. I am going back to my Christmas gf, but Ellie will be back soon I promise.

Kate’s POV:

Y/n Stark. I don't know what it is but something draws me towards her. It could be the way she smiles, or her beautifully eyes. It could be her stunning personality. The way she laughs, parts her hair snaps her fingers when she's stressed or nervous. It could also be her looks. She has a beautiful body. Her hair is perfect and silky. I stare at her for a short while, admiring her from afar. Her boyfriend, Jason walks be hind her grabs her hand. She flinches. As she walks away Y/n has worried look on her face.

I know it's none of my business but my curiosity leads me to slowly start to follow Y/n and Jason. I see them head into a inclosed room and I have a feeling that something bad is going on to happen. The look she gave me when Jason arrived and when she turned around. I start to eavesdrop and hear her and Jason arguing.

'This can't by good.' I think ' the look in her eyes when he was there was fear.' And then I hear a slap. I freeze. Then I see red. I immediately open the door and see Jason standing over an scarred y/n. I grab him by the collar and push him against the wall

"What the hell!" He yells "Get off of me!"

"Did you just hit her?" I ask him

"Kate don't" Y/n says holding her cheek . I look over at her and think if I should go through with this. I ignore her and ask him again

"Did you hit her!?" I yell at him

"Yes! I did! But she deserved it. She's a little bitch! She should have shut up when I told her to." He said. Out of the corner of my eye I see y/n's eyes start to tear up. That was it. Something inside me clicked and I punched him.

"If you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you do. Do you understand?"

"Yeah yeah whatever." He says. "What are you gonna do about?" To prove my point I kick my leg up and hit him in the balls.

"FUCK!!!" He says, clasping his crotch as I let him go. "This isn't over!" He says through gritted teeth.

"Y/n, are you ok?" I ask rushing over and kneeling down to help her ignoring Jason's comment.

"Yeah. I'm ok" she says. Now that I'm closer to her I notice more cuts and bruises, most likely from Jason.

"C'mon," I say. "I'll take you back to my place and get you cleaned up."

"Are you sure?" She asks

"Of course"I say. She blushes and thanks me as we get up and head back to my apartment.

We get there and we are greeted by Lucky.

"Oh my gosh is this your dog?!" She says going to pet him.

"Oh yeah that's Lucky" I say.

"He's so cute!" She bends down to pet him. As she does, she looks at me and smiles. I blush. I look at her, fantasizing about us. I snap back to reality.

"If you want to shower there is one upstairs"

"Thanks," she says. "For everything."

I smile and head to my room. "Ok Kate don't freak out. Just act cool. Cool? How do I act cool? I whisper to myself. I hear a knock.

" Hey, can I come in?" Y/n asks.

"Sure" I say. She comes in and shuts the door. She looks at me and sits on the bed.

"Kate, I- I have something to tell you." She says nervously.

"Oh, ok. What is it?"

“Well i- it'd be better if I just showed you." She stands up and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips are soft. I close my eyes. She pulls away. I stare at her with a shocked look in my face. "Oh no. Your not reacting. Why aren't you reacting. Shit! Oh no this was a bad idea!" She says

"Wait Y/n!" I say. I grab her hand and walk closer to her. "It's ok" I lean in and kiss her.

Your POV:

Kate pulls me in for a kiss. She kisses me softly and then I kiss her back harder. We start making out and she pushes me against the wall and starts kissing my neck, holding my arms above my head. Then I break free and push her onto the bed. I climb on top of her, putting my legs on her hips, straddling her.

"May I?" I ask. She nods slowly. I start to take off my shirt and she takes off hers. I unhook her bra exposing her tits. I go back to kissing her and I feel her hand going up my neck. I start to move my lips lower until I'm at her waist. I unbutton her pants and quickly continue kissing all the way down to her thighs.

"Are you ready?" I ask her.

"Yes" she says. I slowly enter my tongue and I start eating her out.

"Fuck! Oh my god" she moans. Her hands grip my hair tightly.

I go back up and start kissing her thighs more.

"Wait keep going" she breathes.

"Should I use my fingers this time?" I ask

"Please do!!" she responds. I go back down this time inserting my fingers. I hear her moans fill the air as I go faster and faster. She grips my hair tighter and tighter as I do so. Her walls tighten around my fingers.

"Fuck! Y/N" she moans. "I'm gonna-" she is interrupted by another moan. I feel her cum and I take out my fingers and lick them clean. I go up for a last time and start kissing her when she then pulls me over so I am now on the bottom.

"Are you ready? She asks. I nod as she goes down. Before I know it she is eating me out. I feel a knot growing inside inching me closer to my orgasm. I start moaning as she goes faster with her tongue

"Want a finger too?" She asks

"Fuck! Yes!" I say. I feel the knot rising higher. She inserts her fingers and starts to fuck me. She gets faster and faster as I feel myself tense up.

"Fuck! I'm there! I'm there!" I moan, my legs shaking as I reach my orgasm. Kate slowly comes up, kissing me as she does.

"I have something else if you want to try it"she says. I'm now intrigued as to what Kate has.

"Oh?" I say. She gets off of me and grabs a strap on. She puts it on and I raise my hips and sinking down on top of her. I down fully on her and start to slowly move up and down getting increasingly faster. Soon I am riding her dick and it feels amazing I let out moans as I continue riding it. I hold her hips for support as I fuck my self on her faster. Each time I go up and down it feels like I’m floating. Her dick glides against my tight walls and the tip hitting my g-spot perfectly.

"Fuck! Oh my god! Oh!" I moan. Kate then flips me over so I am on the bottom again and starts pushing it into me. I moan and I feel the knot. Her hips snap against my ass as she thrusts in and out of me. As she fucks me faster and faster with each thrust, I feel my second orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Kate! Jesus fuck- I'm gonna cum!"

"Should I keep going?"she asks.

"Yes! Fuck! I'm so close! Please don't stop!"

Finally I feel it. The knot is released and my second orgasm feels amazing. Kate and I are both panting when she moves closer o my head.

“Now, you’re gonna take this and let me fuck this perfect mouth of yours. Understood?” She says. I nod and she slides the strap on into my mouth and down my throat. I try not to choke but when she starts thrusting I gag. She chuckles. “That’s it. Choke on it. Atta girl…” she starts thrusting faster and I start gagging.

and she takes off the strap on.

"Wow," I say "that was-"

"Fun" she says.

"Mhm" I say. She gets in bed and turns on her side so she's facing me. She cuddles against me. I feel her warm body radiating. She kisses me goodnight and wraps her arms around me. I put my head close to hers and stare into her beautiful blue eyes. I wipe a part of her hair off of her face and plant a kiss on her forehead. She smiles and closes her eyes.

"Goodnight Y/n" she yawns

"Goodnight Kate…" I yawn back.

Your POV:

I wake up the next day with Kate spooning against me, a smile across her face as she lay there sleeping. I then think back to last night. I have flashbacks of kissing and moaning.

"Good morning Y/n" I hear Kate mumble as she snaps me back to reality.

"Morning" I say rolling over to face her. I give her a peck on the lips and she returns it. "Remember that shower I was gonna take last night?" I ask her.

"Mhm" she says.

"Care to join me?" I offer. She immediately sits up, eyebrows raised.

"Really? She asks. I nod.

"Yes really. Now are you coming or now" I say as I slide out of her bed but realize I'm not wearing anything.I wrap myself in a blanket and ask Kate where the towels are. I go to grab two and Lucky is there to greet me when I step out the door. He almost seems to know what we did last night. I grab the towels and bring one back to Kate and wrap the other around me instead of the sheets. I find the shower and start it. I drop my towel and step in. Not long after Kate joins me. She stands behind me and starts kissing my shoulders and makes her way to my neck. I let out a moan and tilt my head back. She kisses me all the way down to my thighs. She smirks, teasing me.

"Feel good?" Kate asks. I nod. She kiss her way back up my body and then steps behind me, hugging me. She keeps kissing me. We get out of the shower and get dressed. We head to the living room. Kate lays down and I lay on top of her Lucky joins us, curling into a ball at the other end of the couch. I feel my eyes getting heavy as I look at Kate. I give her a kiss before falling asleep on her.

If you made your this far let me know if I should write a part 2 to this. I’m thinking about it and have a few ideas in mind. Thank you!

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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should have worshipped her sooner

summary: you are known around campus as a bit a harlot when it comes to sleeping with professors. it's a title you have earned rightfully but you want to change that. as a last hurrah your friend convinces you to go for professor presley, a man you've admired from afar. things go unexpectedly for both of you. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m overall, but this part is a high t i think. pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader word count: 8420 i don't even know warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. use of a cane to startle people. mild fantasizing about the cane. implied praise kink. student and professor relationship ( everyone are of legal age ). religious talk. power kink/title kink? elvis being ill enough to miss class. unrequited love that would be requited if people just opened up their mouths. author's note: so welcome to the beginning part of the my heart's already sinned, there's a final part after this where it has the happy ending that i promise i'm giving these two but i'm not quite done with it so welcome to the thing that started these two being- the way they were in the fic i linked. special thanks everyone who has listened to me scream about these two, y'all know who you are. and i kind of tagged anyone who reblogged this/left a comment on the last one sorry if you didn't want to be tagged but i at least promise the smut for the last part is- a beast and i wrap it up in a nice bow. and y'all know the drill, pick your elvis poison, this is written with real elvis in mind but you can imagine austin elvis.

"I'm just saying it'd be a waste to not try this last time. I get it, I support you and I'm proud of you. But you're- if anyone could sleep with Professor Presley, it would probably be you. I'd bet good money, we could win good money." Noelle says, brandishing her fork at you over dinner. "I could see you and him getting along."

You roll your eyes at her antics before glaring at her with a mouthful of your food. You swallow before shaking head. "Of course, because the religious studies professor who everyone knows goes for women who are not going to our school and who is pretty religious himself would go for me, the "Tour Guide" for the school. I could definitely see it."

Normally your sarcasm would clue Noelle into dropping it but she can't help but continue her line of thought. "That's why, though. You're not his type, though we both know you love taking orders from someone big and strong. And you and both know how big and strong you think he is."

"I told you that with the idea that you wouldn't use it against me." You whine, poking her with your fork. "If I agree to this, if I agree to try, will you never mention it again?"

There's a moment where your friend debates whether or not she wants to agree to the terms before she nods solemnly. "I'll bury my knowledge of you liking Professor Presley and any other professors who are big and strong deep within me. As long as you tell me if you do manage to sleep with him. Just for my own selfish desire."

You can't help the way your lips purse but you nod anyway. "Deal."

Seeing Professor Presley up close, breathing in his scent as he walks by is something entirely different than seeing him from afar, seeing him from across the way, talking to the selected group of other professors from varying different departments that he dubbed his Memphis Mafia. Did it matter that not everyone was from Memphis? No. Did it matter that technically speaking neither was Professor Presley himself? Also no, because they had come to Tennessee and fell right into the lap of someone who from what rumors say is practically a King in Memphis. He was imposing enough from afar, capable of commanding his group like it was nothing but in person? In the same room as you with his eyes flitting around the still empty classroom? That was another thing entirely, that was the universe narrowing its focus to just this room, to just this part of the room where you're sitting in a dress jotting down a note- or ten- in your planner. The tap of his cane gives him away even as you don't look up and it's perhaps for the best because if you had looked up your reaction to Professor Presley might not have been as chaste as it is. After all, how is a woman supposed to react to someone looking at you like you're some priceless religious tome- like you're more beautiful than every angel in heaven or any god or goddess in any religion especially when most people on campus have never seen that look on Professor Presley.

He stops in front of you, tapping his cane once on the ground and clears his throat. "Pretty early for class, aren't ya? One of those overachievers?"

Your first instinct, the one that you have to tamp down on when you look up is to roll your eyes and try and say something cute. Something charming to rope him in like you've done with so many other professors. What you do instead is look up at him with a small smile. "Something like that." Not at all like that, if he asked anyone else. "And I wanted to get a good seat. I know in classes like this a lot of people take al the good ones if you don't stake your claim first. Is it a problem, Mr. Presley?"

Elvis lets out a short whistle that sounds more like him saying whew than anything else before he starts to laugh, shaking his head. "Now I know ya ain't calling me Mr. Presley like ya talkin' to my daddy. Know I ain't a spring chicken no more, but ya gotta way of takin' a man down a peg wit' that."

Almost as if you can't control your body, your head tilts a little as you raise an eyebrow. "What do you want me to call you, then? Professor Presley?"

Elvis's leg and cock twitches at his title slipping from your lips as if you're just casually reading off a menu or a list of ingredients. Never in his life has he thought being referred to as his title was arousing and yet there you were having him react like that. He shakes his head and licks at his lips before answering. "Elvis." He pauses to exhale quietly. "Call me Elvis."

You blink once and a slow gentle smile crosses your lips. "Elvis." It feels surprisingly right leaving your mouth, feels surprisingly right being on your tongue. "In that case, is me choosing a seat a problem, Elvis?"

It was a mistake to have you call him by his God given name, oh it was a mistake because now he knows how it sounds rolling off your tongue. Knows how the angel standing in front of him, this sweet girl that he knows isn't what she seems, sounds saying his name. He wants to hear it more, he is- he knows he shouldn't but there is something about the way the syllables fall from her lips that sound like a hymn, the musicality he only ever hears in them falling from her lips. He'd call you a siren if he didn't know any better but no, no you're something else entirely. A moment passes before he answers, trying to tamp down on the arousal he feels in his veins at your use of his name, innocent as it may have been.

"It is, darlin', because that's not where I planned on ya sittin'. A girl like ya in the middle of my class? Tryin' to hide from me? That won't do at all." He lifts up his cane and uses it to rap against the chair two rows in front of you. It's a seat in a spot you hate, at the end of the row and smack dab right in front of the podium. Even though you were planning on trying to charm him throughout the semester and you planned on paying attention in class the idea of being right there in front of everyone made you feel a little self conscious for some reason. "Front row, right there. Up n'at 'em."

You look up at him through your eyelashes and pout just a little bit before you gather your items and your bag, standing up and walking to the aforementioned seat. There's a part of you that wants to turn around, wants to be a little childish and stick your tongue out at him but while you've heard that Professor Presley- Elvis was a bit of a child at heart, something tells you he'd prefer the show of respect and so you resist. Instead you choose to just go back to what you were doing originally, thinking that perhaps he was done talking to you. You hardly register the tap of his cane on the floor approaching you yet again, and what part of your brain does assumes he's heading to the front of the classroom before you feel the warmth of his hand against your shoulder. On top of your shoulder, really, the sheer size of his hand making it so that the heat emanating from it feels like a fire licking at your skin. You swear you hear your heartbeat roaring in your ears and feel it rushing through your body and your head. Despite this or perhaps because of it, your brain narrows to just you and Elvis and your ears that aren't hearing a single other thing in the room at the present time can hear the words leaving his mouth.

"That's a good girl." His voice practically rumbles against you and you know he's not pressed up against you, there's no reason you should swear that you can feel the vibration of his words and yet here you were. "Doin' what you're told." He pauses. "Be prepared f'me to call on ya today."

You don't realize when your eyes shut of their own volition until you have to force them to open at his question. Part of the reason you had chosen your seat was to really study Elvis in his class setting properly without him being able to really study you back or accuse you of being distracted, but here you were being thrust into his view and under his constant attention. You swallow slowly and exhale. "I-Are you prepared to hear my answers to what you ask?"

There's a moment where you swear you see or maybe you feel Elvis bending closer to you, to maybe brush his mouth against your ear. You know you're imagining it though, knowing he wouldn't be that close to your neck and the shell of your ear. "Darlin', don't think 've ever been more prepared for somethin' in m'life. 'sides, curious what's inside that head of yours."

A smile crosses your lips, small but still ever present before you respond. "Careful what you wish for, Elvis. Might live to regret giving me a challenge."

"Regret giving ya a challenge?" He moves to be in front of you, trying to walk to the front of the room before he looks back at you his eyes dancing with something you'd like to call amusement before he shakes his head. "Doubt it, if anything you might become my favorite student because of it."

There's a rush of heat that runs through your body at those words and you find yourself biting your lower lip and looking down, bashful and yet thoroughly delighted. You open your mouth to say something only to realize he's not paying attention any more, that he's already moved to the bottom where his podium is and you take that to be a sign you should get back to your other notes. The moment you bury yourself into them, looking down instead of looking up at him, he allows himself to stare at you, thanking God you had to take his class this semester.

Your class goes by faster than you'd like and you find yourself marveling at how he's commanding the room with everyone actually paying full attention even as they take notes. True to his word he calls on you multiple times and you find that seeing how his mouth splits into a grin and how he seems to have a bit more of a pep in his step as he moves to the next point after you provide a bit of debate with him. Elvis has always supposedly had a way of making a mildly boring subject to most be a rather boisterous and entertaining class but if anyone who had his class before were to see him today- hell- if any of the Mafia had seen this class today they'd wonder what he took to have all the energy he has.

The next class is a few days later and you remember what Elvis had said, that he assigns his seats and that he had specifically picked out your seat for you. A thought crosses your head to sit in a different seat but after that first class you find you enjoy where he put you, find that it fits your plans for the semester but it also makes you feel watched by him versus watched by everyone else, which was the reason you had avoided it in the first place. Elvis is running a bit late to class that day, he's still there before it starts but there's more people in the room and you barely hear the tap of his cane before you feel his warm hand on your shoulder and you swear you feel the heat from the rest of his body against your back as he leans over to you, his voice pitched low and rumbling in a way that has you shivering just slightly, your eyes fluttering shut as images of him speaking to you like that as you roll together among his sheets before you open your eyes.

"Glad to see you where you're supposed to be, Y/N." He murmurs and you swear you can hear the hint of a smile in his tone before you shake your head in an attempt to clear it. "Better than everyone else around here."

"You assigned the seat and I'm good at following directions when I want to." You answer, clenching your pen just a little bit tighter in an effort to keep yourself from doing anything stupid. You had a plan forming in your head for how you wanted this to go and falling for him- falling immediately into his arms wasn't how you wanted it to go in the slightest. "I wanted to for you, Elvis."

You swear you feel or maybe you hear Elvis growl a little at your words and it has your toes curling in your boots just a little. Against your will you shiver just a bit and when Elvis speaks you can definitely hear a smile in his tone as he squeezes your shoulder. "Oughta get a jacket, darlin'." He removes his hand and you bite your lower lip to keep a noise from escaping, knowing you're around people before you hear the rustle of fabric and then feel the the warmth of fabric and the scent of Elvis- at least you think it's his scent- envelop you as you look down and see a jacket that is not your own around your shoulders. You open your mouth, turning around to say something before he shakes his head, motioning for you to put it on properly, not just have it draped around your shoulders "Use it for right now. Just gotta give it back after class. Hate to have you distracted because you're cold."

There's words on the tip of your tongue but they're jumbled up the second you look at Elvis and see him without the jacket, his shirt tailored enough that the buttons don't rebel against any part of his waist or chest and you merely nod, swallowing your spit as to not drool. You had already found Professor Presley attractive from afar and you had already planned on trying to sleep with him but this- oh this might be a genuine problem. You're not used to this, you're used to the men being sweet maybe but not- like this and not after such a short period of time. By the time Elvis has turned around, ready to start the class you find yourself burrowing into his jacket, hugging it tightly to your chest. You don't bother to look up at him until he calls on you, unsure if you want to see just how he feels about you wearing his jacket but when you do look, you find yourself relieved and a little put out that he doesn't seem to care about you wearing it. Almost as if he had offered it to you with the intention of just keeping you warm with no strings attached and nothing behind the action. It's not an unwelcome concept just entirely new. By the end of class you find that his jacket around you has relaxed you, made you a little more bolder than you already are and it appears to be lighting a fire in Elvis's eyes that spurs you on even more. You wait until the class has dispersed other than the two of you before you make your way down to the podium, your books in your bag. You've made no motion to actually take off Elvis's jacket and when he notices his heart stops in his chest. He thinks you look good in his jacket, thinks you look like you belong wearing his clothes and he has to look away for a moment, leaning on his cane before he exhales.

"Do ya want to come to my office?" He starts, allowing one of his hands to play with the lapel of the jacket. "We had to cut our debate short so everyone else could have a chance but-"

"I'd love to." Your answer comes so quickly out of your mouth and so eagerly that both of you look a little startled by it before you both start to laugh. "Sorry- I meant-"

He shakes his head, moving to smooth out the shoulder of his jacket. "Don't apologize. Not for bein' excited like that. It's- People like my class, darlin' but not usually like this. It's nice to see. Helps me- I enjoy it, alright? Don't even dream of being sorry 'bout it. Just walk with me to the office, alr'ght?"

You nod and start to follow him. Maybe it's because he usually takes his time when he heads into class but you're prepared for one speed as far as walking goes only to realize you're more behind than you mean to be before you've even crossed the threshold of the classroom. It's easy to catch up though and you find yourself just talking to Elvis about the debate you had been having with him, keeping your passion in check as to not alarm anyone passing by but still proving to be enough of a spitfire that Elvis can't help but have a huge grin on his face as he fires back his own responses. More than once his eyes drift to his jacket, not that you notice too busy hugging it just a little closer to your body for the warmth but the surprising comfort you find it brings. The pair of you reach his office quicker than either of you expect as he unlocks the door and ushers you in. A part of you wonders if this is it, if this is him just bringing you in here like every professor ever has after you've charmed them only to have sex and be done with it. He motions to the couch for you to sit on as he moves the chair out from behind his desk to relax in it across from you, his eyes glinting with unashamed delight. "Lay it on me, Y/N. Tell me what ya were really thinkin' in class."

The grin that breaks out on your face is one of unabashed joy that has Elvis's heart stuttering in his chest for a moment before you launch into a tirade that has him laughing loud enough that the professors in the rooms beside him take note and the members of his mafia who are about to come see him stop at the door before turning around, figuring interrupting whatever that is can wait. it's not that Elvis hasn't laughed like that in a while but- they forgot what it was like to hear him laugh like that when he wasn't with them and hearing your laugh follow suit as he talks they realize it's best to not interrupt. You're a bit late for your next class as you lose track of time but when you finally do leave the room you make move to take off the jacket only to have Elvis's hand stop you.

"Keep it. Got a dozen like it at my house. Won't miss that one." He pauses before he shrugs. "'Sides, you look good in blue."

Your breath catches in your throat as you try and speak, try and tell him that you can't keep his jacket before a baser part of you, a part of you in the back of your mind wants to let him lay the claim on you. That's what you want, right? To have him want you enough to fall into bed with him and maybe you get to keep a trophy for once to go along with the one you'd leave him. His eyes rake over you for a second before he opens the door and motions you out. "Go on, out ya go, just tell 'em I kept ya real late. They'll understand, I can talk an ear off."

A nod is the only thing you manage as you leave, risking a glance back at him and seeing nothing but him closing the door. You think you hear him say something like "lord have mercy" but you figure you imagined it.

And so it goes throughout the semester, you wearing his jacket on certain days you see him, finding yourself in his office practically every day after class with the only exception being the occasional days you had plans in between his class and your other one. It becomes an integral part of your life, arguing with him in class as you take notes and arguing with him in his office in between sips of Pepsi and coffee and finding out more and more about him as a person. Noelle tries to press about how things are going- noting how you seem happier than she's ever seen you in an attempt to sleep with a professor. There's a thought you have to tell her, to pick her brain on if this is what a normal progression to something more as an adult is supposed to be but you find yourself wanting to keep whatever it is you're nurturing with Elvis a secret even if half of his Memphis Mafia has come in to see you grinning on his desk or him laughing with you on the couch. Their knowing looks say it all but you don't pay any mind for once and Elvis- well he does command them for a reason. Both of you are so used to each other's company that when you leave his office one day you can't help but notice he's looking a little more tired than normal and you find yourself frowning before you leave, your hand moving to cup his face with the sleeve of his suit jacket just covering your hand.

"Are you feeling alright? You look-" Worn out, tired, sick are all the words that come to mind before you settle on a single word. "Exhausted."

Unbidden, Elvis nuzzles into your hand, his eyes shutting momentarily before pulling away, realizing what he's doing. "'m fine. See ya after m'next class?"

Your frown deepens before you exhale as you nod. "Always. Get some rest, though, Elvis. Can't have you letting me win because you're tired."

"Never." His chuckle is soft before he shuts the door, leaning on it for a second before he moves to the couch to just take a nap. What you don't know is that Jerry and Joe find him after he misses his next class to teach and that they take him home, setting him up to rest before leaving.

Finding out that Elvis isn't there for the next class feels as if someone has dumped a bucket of ice water on you. Sure it's a little chillier outside now, but that has nothing to do with the cold that seeps into your bones and has you hugging his jacket closer to you. You're not- You shouldn't be worried about him the way you are, you think. He's just your professor and while he's proven to be the nicest person and has proven to be so much more in general this isn't what you're supposed to do with a professor. This isn't- you know better, because they've always got a wife or a girlfriend or you're just the fling for the semester but it feels- you feel different with Elvis. Sometimes in his office you just do your work for other classes, enjoying the company of someone who you can talk to so easily after an invigorating time in his actual class. He never seems to mind, never makes a move to kick you out, instead choosing to kick back on his couch and read some text for the lesson plan for next week, occasionally asking you if you think he should tweak the plan. You had told him to tweak this week's plan about two weeks ago and you had been excited to see what he was going to do with it only to find him not here, instead a substitute- you think it might be Joe from the Memphis Mafia stepping in. You know this isn't his area of expertise, but you figure maybe he's one of the few people Elvis trusts to teach his class.

It goes by fine enough with a paper being assigned to make up for the fact that Elvis wasn't there. You find yourself wondering if he's alright, worrying if he's sick as you hear whispers from your classmates about the status of his health because "he had this problem last semester didn't he" and "not surprised, we've all seen how he is coming into class". You feel like you should have noticed something was up and done more to help before you realize you couldn't have because there's some things Elvis keeps close to his chest. The thoughts that run through your mind and envelop it to the point where before you realize it you find yourself at his office door, completely forgetting that he's not there- that he's not here for you to talk to. Once again you hug his jacket closer to you, sniffling as you head to your apartment before your next class. He- He'll have to be there for the class after this one. You just had to wait a couple of days to see him.

Those two days feel like some of the longest ones in your life, Noelle notices the change in your mood and asks if it has anything to do with the lack of Professor Presley today. Your answer- or lack thereof give her the only confirmation she needs before pulling you into a hug. She doesn't press beyond that, choosing to distract you with tales of how stupid everyone else is as the hours tick by until that Friday. You've got on one of your own jackets, choosing to leave behind his at your apartment just in case he isn't there again. As you put on the finishing touches to your paper you hear the tap of his cane and a tension you didn't realize was within your shoulders dissipates, causing them to droop down just a little before you feel his warm hand against your shoulder and his breath against your ear.

"Glad to see you where you're supposed to be." His voice is tired and tight but you can still hear the warmth and the rumble you like to think he only reserves for you.

"Always. Even when you're not here." You answer, turning a little try and look up at him before he shakes his head and mouths the word later to you as he slowly makes his way to the podium. He sits on the chair, a true rarity that has a few gasps including your own erupt from the class before he waves you all off.

"Stomach bug, still feeling a little off. Don't get used to it." He says before launching into the lesson plan a little more subdued than normal but still with enough vigor that the class barely misses a beat.

When it ends you see him still just sitting on the stool before he moves to get up with a grunt as you stand in front of him. "I owe you a meetin' don't I? Last class of the day, right?"

You nod, smiling softly. "You know my schedule too well, Elvis. Last class. So I can be in the office as long as I'd like. If you're not too-"

"Don't ya accuse me of being too tired, Y/N." He starts to walk to the door and motions for you to follow him. "'m older than you all. Can't always bounce back as quick. 'll be fine come Monday. Provided I can get through all these papers Joe decided on assigning y'all."

There's a response at the tip of your tongue that you swallow until you reach his office, watching as he flops onto the couch, his bag falling next to him and his cane following suit. You make sure to not startle him and sit on the coffee table in front of him, your hands moving to touch his knees as you speak. "I could help you with them. The papers I mean. I've- I'm pretty light on my classwork this weekend so I don't mind."

His eyes dart around your face, trying to find a lie in what you've said only to come up with nothing. You're being genuine in wanting to help him and that has a rush of fire traveling from his chest to every part of his body. He's gotten used to women he dates not necessarily caring the way you are right now. Not for the first time since his first class with you he finds himself falling more for you than he already was. It almost makes him feel like a younger man again, makes him feel like that young man tripping over his words with girls while also making him feel like that young man who had girls falling all over themselves for him because of his hips. He sees your face morphing into one of regret before he nods. "If- If you don't mind spendin' a while wit' me 'll definitely take the help."

A smile crosses your features as you grab his bag and start to pull out the papers, splitting the first pile out between the two of you and leaving the room to grab you both Pepsis. He watches you leave and exhales slowly rubbing his face with his hand, praying to every god he knew that he could keep himself in check with you acting so helpful near him like this. When you come back there's a moment where he's about to say something before he stops himself, allowing himself to just focus on the papers, kicking up his feet on the couch while you take his desk. His door is locked as to prevent interruptions and you both find that time passes by quicker than it does when you have conversations. He yawns, looking at the time to see that it's about 5PM and curses to himself. You had been there for five hours with him with no real break. Sparing a glance at you he sees that you're leaning your head on one hand and chewing a red pen with the other. The image of the pen entering your mouth has his cock showing a slight bit of interest before he shifts in his seat and coughs to get your attention.

"Y/N. It's gettin' late you- I'm plannin' on headin' home, 'less you wanna come wit' me, why don't ya just-"

You wave him away with a flap of your hand. "I'll come with you, just let me finish this one. I'm almost done." You pause and look up. "I- I don't have to come home with you."

He should tell you that you shouldn't come home with him and that if you did he didn't trust himself to not do something stupid but something about the way you sounded so earnest made him stop. He was a grown man, he could stop himself from being stupid with you. He could stop himself from pulling you in for a kiss and taking you to bed. He could resist the urge to do all those things, after all, wasn't he already? "I offered, darlin'. Just hurry up."

It takes you longer than you admit to finish looking over the paper as you keep getting distracted by looking at Elvis off and on. Watching him clean up his office just a bit before you finally finish and he whisks you away to his car a black cadillac that you feel fits him surprisingly well. The car ride is quiet and you both don't dare to look at the other for fear of saying something you might regret later. There's a thought in the back of your mind to make a move- that this would be the perfect time to make a move but you stomp down on that thought, knowing that this isn't right. This can't be the right time, not right after he's come back sick and looking haggard. No, you can wait just a little longer. Especially once you see just how big his house is. Honestly, you'd define it as a mansion if you're being one thousand percent honest but it's his as he casually reminds you as he opens the door for you to exit the car.

"Home sweet home." He pauses. "I have a lot of guests over and- the rooms help for them."

"I wasn't going to ask." You whisper, taking in the sights of everything as you enter the house.

Elvis tells you to get settled in the living room where you find a record player and a sea of records nearby. You know that sometimes Elvis like to incorporate gospel into his classes but these records aren't just gospel. In fact some of them are his records. Your ears hear Elvis's cane even as it's muffled by his carpet in the room and you can't help but ask the first question that comes to mind the longer you stare at the records.

"You used to do music?" You ask innocently enough as you flick through the records, stopping on one whose cover makes you chuckle a little to yourself as you pull it out. The man in front of you and the man on this cover are the same person- you can tell in the eyes but physically they're two very different people and as you glance back at Elvis setting down two Pepsi's and some you find this one is the one you prefer over the one on the cover.

His eyes flick up to you as you fiddle with his record player and place the record on it. He looks down at the floor, a rare show of bashfulness that you find yourself smiling at as he finally speaks. "Aw hell, yeah. Back before everythin', back before I got drafted I did. Stopped- right 'bout '60? Made my manager mad as hell but I couldn't do it no more. Constantly gettin' told I was doin' things wrong, being a bad impression on the youth. I wasn't that old ya know? Wasn't that much older than the youth they wanted to say I was corrupting. Like everythin' I did wasn't t'make sure my mama- god rest her soul- and my daddy and my grandma were taken care of." Elvis pauses when he realizes just what record you put on and he has to hold back the urge to just stare at you. Of all his songs. Now or Never?

He runs his tongue across the front of his mouth and just looks at you before crossing the room in a few short strides. A short exhale leaves your mouth, almost a reverse gasp as you find yourself a bit startled by the way a switch appeared to be flipped with him. You’ve never been the most demure but you find yourself looking down for a moment before you feel his hand underneath your chin. You find that your brain seems to shut down looking at Elvis. There’s something in his eyes as he looks at you, something that you can’t quite put your finger on but it’s heady and has your body shivering just slightly at the intensity of whatever emotion is hidden his blue eyes.

“Can I hear you sing?” You ask before scrunching up your face. In all the times you’ve been talking about class and occasionally about things outside of it, he had never mentioned a music career. This had to be something he didn’t like to talk about and here you were asking him to sing. Even though you want to hear it- you’re starting to- you have been caring about him too much to put him in too much discomfort. Your mouth opens to tell him he doesn’t have to before you hear it as he pulls you closer to him.

His voice is deeper than in the recording, fuller you suppose but it sounds no less beautiful, no less rich and inviting than it does on the recording. The vibrations of the song, of his lungs and of his throat and chest as he sings settle something you didn’t know was giving you a problem. It’s then that you take a chance, a stupid chance you feel like you might regret, of just leaning your head on his chest. He doesn’t push you away and he’s thankful you can’t see him looking at you, can’t see inside his head and realize that he wants to just stroke your hair. He wants to feel you this close to him more often than not, he wants to have you be this gentle and comfortable with him. It’s easy enough to tamp down on the urge though, to tamp down on even telling you this instead choosing to start to sway along with the music. You pick up quickly, swaying back and forth as you listen to him sing, noting that some lines seem to be getting more attention than others.

Maybe you're just imagining it, maybe it's just the natural cadence of the song but you shut your eyes as you sway, allowing yourself to pretend he's saying things like "my soul surrendered" and "I spent a lifetime waiting for the right time" to you. That he's singing those to you while in your bedroom, or maybe in another life while he's on stage, telling everyone that he loves his- girlfriend more than anything. You look up to try and meet his eyes only to realize that he's not looking at you so you sigh remembering it's only a fantasy but one you're willing to indulge in, perhaps one you can make a reality if you just took the plunge, if you just finally admitted to him that you wanted to be with him intimately and more. His heartbeat feels fast but you've never been close enough to listen, close enough to hear how his heart beats a strange percussion just for you. The song is reaching its end you think and you feel Elvis's lips- you think- on top of your head, kissing it softly as he practically whispers a line of "kiss me my darling, be mine tonight" against your hair.

He's asking you, he's begging you he thinks but you don't notice. You don't realize as you hum along as the song ends, his heart threatening to twist at how it feels so goddamn natural to have you like this- to have you in his arms. It's silly, what he does next and he's ready to play it off if you hear him but he places another kiss at the crown of your head and whispers soft as a church mouse "my love won't wait".

You can hear him just barely but your mind knows better, it knows that he can't be meaning that. This is just him trying to charm you like other professors have. Your heart though, your heart beats faster, threatening to escape from your chest after hearing it. Maybe- maybe you're not wrong, maybe you're not wrong when you think this is different. Maybe Elvis actually is different than the others. Still- you're not- you want to be the one to make the first move but not here, not in some place as intimate as his home. It's with a heavy heart that you pull back from him, looking up at him with a smile that you hope doesn't betray how delighted you are to hear what he's said to you.

"We should eat." You whisper, not trusting your voice to go any higher but figuring he can hear you even as the record flips to play some song with the words make me know it in it.

He pulls away fully from you and moves to sit down where he set the food and nods. "Course. Then we'll get back t'work."

As it turns out you only get about three more hours of work in before you hear him snoring lightly next to you in his lounge clothes. You don't know when he fell asleep but you see how his body is contorted into something that you figure is him trying to get comfortable and realize that maybe he might feel more comfortable sleeping in his own bed. Shaking him awake isn't the easiest thing but after about a minute he looks at you blearily, his eyes blinking to try and focus on you.

"Come on, big boy, to bed with you." You try and wiggle yourself under his arm, forcing him off the couch a little before he grumbles something and moves into a proper sitting position. He's still not standing up but it's progress, especially when he follows suit as you stand up from the couch, leaning just a bit on you as he tries to get his legs to work to move in the way you need him to.

Elvis is surprisingly easy to maneuver for someone who you'd think once he starts to doze off would practically be dead weight, but you still find that he leans on you a little more than you'd like, than you feel you can handle in the moment. Not for the first time tonight you find yourself looking at his face, seeing the little wrinkles by his eyes, seeing the stubble growing on his chin and realizing he looks exhausted and just at least mildly like he's seen better days. You feel your heart twist at the knowledge that even with you coming here tonight, he's likely in for less rest than you think he needs in the coming weeks trying to catch up. A part of you is thankful that Elvis had changed into his lounging clothes when the two of you had gotten to his house, after all if he hadn't have you might have had to help him change in his state right now and- you truly don't trust that you would have been able to keep your touches helpful and chaste.

As it stands you get him to the bed after pulling down the sheets and lightly push him to give him the hint to lay down. In a moment of clarity, he looks at you as if to voice his displeasure at the idea before he frowns and doesn't argue. Once he's settled himself in with your assistance when he gets his legs tangled in the sheet a little you pull the sheets up, almost tucking him in before placing a soft kiss upon his forehead. You're about to pull away before you feel his hand moving to grab your wrist and hear his sleep addled voice speaking.

"Stay 'ere, Belle. Stay wit'me."

You freeze, unable to move between his grip on your wrist and the shock of what he said just now coursing through your veins and bouncing in your brain. This has got to be a dream, you both fell asleep on the couch and you're dreaming. This is not real. His grip loosens as his eyes flutter shut and his head lolls to the side. You manage to pull away but not before you place yet another kiss to his forehead and walk over to the bedroom door. The words that leave your mouth are barely audible but you know what you say. "Not tonight, Elvis. Not tonight, my Big Daddy. Maybe another night."

The walk back to the couch is lonely and a bit cold if you're being honest, despite the heat in the house. Elvis's jacket is sitting on the couch in plain view of you as you hug your own jacket closer to you. Your eyes drift to the plates that you had left on the table before you head to clean them, setting them where they need to go. A thought crosses your mind to head home but you realize you don't have your car and you're not about to try and drive his home. The couch isn't an ideal place to sleep but you figure it'll do for tonight, at least until Elvis wakes up. There's no blankets around but there is his jacket and you allow yourself to cover yourself with it, inhaling the unique scent of cigars and old spice and everything else that makes up Elvis. The warmth of the jacket has your eyes falling shut quicker than you think is possible.

It's warm when you wake up, warm enough that you take more time than is perhaps necessary to actually open your eyes and register your surroundings. You shift just a little only to realize that where you are at the present moment and where you fell asleep are two completely different places. You had been on the couch alone covered in a mix of your jacket and Elvis's, inhaling the unique musk that was him. It made you feel as if you had taken him up on his offer and joined him in bed, his arms enveloping you and keeping you warm despite the slight chill in the house. You still can smell that unique musk and you can still feel the warmth that accompanied it but your eyes flit down to your waist where even in the dim early morning light you can see the outline of Elvis's arm, you can feel his arm wrapped around you pulling you close. You shift again, trying to see if there's any give to his arm only to have him tighten it as his head moves down to the back of your neck and nuzzles, growling ever so softly.

"Too early, darlin'. Stayin' right 'ere." He mumbles against your neck, placing soft kiss there. "No early bird this mornin'"

You can feel his arousal against your backside and you tamp down on the urge to grind against it, knowing that as much as you want to that's not what- you can't do that when he's still asleep like this. Still, a sigh erupts from your mouth as you feel him shift causing it to thrust up against you just a bit. How had you even gotten in here, last thing you had remembered was being on the couch. Had you walked back here in your sleep? Had you been craving his warmth and his embrace so much that you had done something as silly as this in your sleep? No, you- maybe you had. You needed to leave- you could stay here not for him to see you when you woke up. He had gone to bed alone even if he might not have fully realized it so he needed to wake up alone just the same. If he didn't maybe he'd- no Elvis wouldn't hurt you. He was different but you didn't want to risk the anger, risk seeing his face contort into something you didn't recognize because you let yourself be greedy before you had properly planned. You needed to talk to him before something like this happened. Every card needed to be on the table before you allowed yourself this guilty pleasure of waking up in his arms enveloped by a heat and what feels like maybe the first smatterings of an honest love.

It takes you twenty minutes to detangle yourself from Elvis's arms as you struggle not to wake him and as his arms tighten around you every time you so much as think of moving but you finally manage to grab a pillow that you use to replace your body slowly but surely as you move out of his grasp.

A pillow is a poor substitute for you, and you’re aware of it, knowing fully well that at best it’ll buy you maybe ten or twenty minutes before he’ll wake up and realize you’re not there. Even now you can hear him mumbling your name in his sleep interspersed with Belle, it makes your heart jump into your throat, seeing him clutch the pillow as if it’s the only thing allowing him happiness. He’s- even if he’s meaning you he doesn’t know you probably crawled in here after having a hard time falling asleep or that you slept walked into there. He wouldn’t have reacted well to seeing you in the bed with him, let alone as curled up together as you were. Even as he clutches the pillow he looks so happy, the smile playing on his face as he holds the pillow close. You knew you were doing the right thing, knew that if you didn’t he might regret letting you come to his house and everything up to this moment would be for naught and truthfully you’re not entirely sure your heart would be able to take the rejection that you figure would come when he awoke.

The overwhelming desire to stay there, to crawl back into bed with him chokes you the longer you look at him, look at the empty space beside him before you remind yourself why you’re leaving. Elvis won’t- he won’t do anything to you, you don’t think and yet. You allow yourself the pleasure of placing your hand in his hair, running it through the strands and hearing a relaxed sigh leave his mouth as any tension he had in his shoulders leave them. Before you go you place a kiss to his forehead, mirroring what you had done earlier that night and without much noise you sneak out of his bedroom, grabbing your jacket on the couch before you sneak out the front door as well.

Elvis wakes up about an hour later, his brain not catching on immediately to the fact that you had become a pillow, allowing himself to grind against it for a moment before his eyes shoot open and realize you’re gone. His brain blanks on anything but this one thought.

“Now you’ve gone and left me alone too?”

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hanasnx · 7 months

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let me probe your fabulous brain for a moment. as someone who had a serious crush on an older guy growing up, your starlet!reader oneshot with anakin as her old babysitter really tugged on my heartstrings. the way he had no idea about her feelings when she confessed, the way he admitted he liked her now, all has me wondering, what are his feelings on their past? all those times the reader hugged him or sat on his lap as a child? does he feel guilty about it? or are they fond memories? and when he looks at her now, her as an adult, does he still see the girl he used to watch for his friend?

for anyone reading this ava meant hayden not anakin**

and ur so real ava i feel like having a crush on someone older is a universal experience. i feel like i fantasized about my older crush and wished they'd sweep me off my feet even tho it'd be insanely problematic if they did LMAO

lets get into it

WARNINGS: this contains potentially triggering material, if you're easily triggered, please skip this. dead dove do not eat

the way he had no idea about her feelings when she confessed, the way he admitted he liked her now, all has me wondering, what are his feelings on their past?

definitely mixed. like those kinds of memories aren't really ones he regularly thinks about. he can recall you, and he knows your name, but he saw you as a kid he used to babysit back in the day. what would remind him of that everyday? it's something he doesn't really remember much about until he's reintroduced to you. when all those recollections come flooding back, there's a certain guilt that comes with them. not that he ever intended to see you again, or ever intended to sire any feelings within you like that. but in a way, he still can't help but feel like something's his fault, because he was the adult in the situation. having a crush on someone older is natural, but that someone-older returning those feelings years later is questionable to him. he's sure he'd look down on someone for doing the same thing he's doing right now.

all those times the reader hugged him or sat on his lap as a child? does he feel guilty about it? or are they fond memories?

there's a cognitive dissonance here, because it is both guilt and fondness. he thought you were a swell kid, he liked being around you, he didn't mind babysitting you. you made him laugh, you got his mind off the stress of working. he had fun, he thinks kids are great, and kids tend to like him. he just didn't realize how much you actually liked him, he didn't know the depth. and that's something he feels responsible for even if it was inadvertent. things that can be seen as platonic or intimate like embraces or sitting on laps, were all completely platonic for him. but once you admit you had a crush on him, it taints those memories. he wasn't trying to lead you on, or exacerbate feelings within you. you must've been so embarrassed, or worse. he never intended that. and now he feels like he's capitalizing on that. "benefiting" from it in a way.

and when he looks at her now, her as an adult, does he still see the girl he used to watch for his friend?

there was a huge gap between the girl he babysat and the woman that stands before him today. probably a decade difference, you're well into adulthood now. you look so different, act so different, i think it's easy to forget who you used to be, and who you used to be to him. you've grown into yourself. it surprises him and catches him off guard when he's reminded of that girl again. it'd be in subtle ways, like how you still have the same favorite ice cream flavor, or how you ask him jokingly if he wants to play a video game with you again like old times. just your small, inconsequential mannerisms that grew up with you. otherwise, he forgets sometimes that you were ever someone he watched for his friend.

i'm sure you and him would have a lot of long, serious talks about the implications of this relationship. it would be out of necessity, rather than curiosity, that you two are on the same page. that he's not harming you by accepting this. and it's not a laughing matter for him, even if you think it's cute to tease him about it at first.

i loved this ask!! i got to really look further into hayden's mindset on this. :D thank u ava

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luverz-exe · 2 years

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Ok, I literally just requested this but with slashers. But how would scp 049, 035, and 096 react to a darling who clings to things in their sleep. Thank you in advance, I love your writing and can’t wait to see what you write next! Also can I please be Pancake Anon

Yandere SCPs with an S/O who Clings to things in their Sleep

Sure thing, Pancake Anon, hope you enjoy! Sorry it might take longer for these to churn out, but I promise that more is on the way. Also, since 096 doesn't talk, I made one extra thing for them, just cause I'm in a good mood (;

SCP 049

× Well, that's quite the predicament the two of you have gotten yourself into, hm? In all seriousness, this just reminds him on how much he's missing out on. And he can't even sleep in the same bed with you in fear that you might cling to him, that you'll hurt yourself because of him. So he'd much rather sleep on the floor than get near you in bed, but luckily for you two doesn't need that to happen.

× Tries to get things to make up for his lack of touch, like pillows and other such frivolous items, but ultimately feels like it's a cheap replacement to the real thing. And tries to make up for that with verbal apologizes and thank you's. You deserve it after all for sticking with him.

× On a slightly happier note, he's willing to work with you on finding other ways to make up for this lack of touch. Anything in the facility you want? Well then my dear, just say the word, it's all yours! Anything he can do to make up for the tragedy that is bestowed upon the relationship.

"I'm sorry that it must be this way, but this is not something that can be argued. We can only dream, and fantasize about what could be."

SCP 035

× Speaking of tragedy, we have 035, of whom will start to expect you to hold onto him whenever you are near, no matter if you sleep in his containment area or not. And while he tries to come off with having good intentions, saying that he just wants to make sure that you get enough rest, it's clear that he just wants to hold you and not worry about letting you go anytime soon.

× Always makes sure that his host is nowhere close to rotten, as he can understand that most would rather not be snuggling with a corpse. And as soon as he feels that his body is decaying, no matter how much he wants to stay, he's going to put some distance between you and him. Wouldn't want you to be disgusted with him after all, and besides, he wants only the best for you!

× You've got to hand it to him, for being a mask who has never cuddled with someone before, he's doing a damn good job at making sure everything is okay with you, and what you're okay with. What can I say? He's just a fast learner.

"Oh please, I know what I'm doing. Sure, it took some time, but I now know what I need to do. I can assure you of that."

SCP 096

× And speaking being a fast learner, 096 just can't seem to get the hang of it! The limbs are too long for it to be comfortable to you, and it doesn't help that they just sniffle oh so close to your ear. And don't even get me started on the fact you can't look at them without meeting your demise, cause goodness knows this creature can't handle it, even from their obsession!

× If you somehow miraculously fall asleep in their cell, it's an instinct of its to bring you anything warm in the cell, and if nothing's available, then it's more than willing to be the source of some body heat. Too bad the AC in the room is blasting, and 096 is about as cold as to when you first jump into a freezing river, basically ensuring you wake up almost instantly. It also sucks that whenever you do this, it freaks out if you try to escape its grasp.

× It doesn't let you leave the cell, there's no way it could, so the foundation turns the AC down and makes sure to give you something to cling onto. Least you make it think you're interested in it. Cause as soon as you wrap yourself around it, it'll take hours to get it to stop clinging onto you, practically wailing with all its might, it'd take hours to get you off.

× All it is, all it will ever be is a monster with an animalistic mind. Its version of an obsession, or even love, is flawed and crooked. But your special to it, you can't leave, it won't let you. Cause if you even try, it'll cry and wail and drag you back into its cell, into its arms. And it'll make sure it never lets you go ever again.

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arminsumi · 2 years

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Hello I'm in love with your headcannons, and I like how both Eren and Armin are possessive and obsessive, respectively.

But I was wondering what would go down if they both liked the same person at the same time. Like one of those crushes that just doesn't completely go away. What would happen if y/n only like one of them? What about both?

Thank you sm!! And thank you for your request

(FYI I'm currently writing a love triangle fic on Wattpad that's based on the Eren is possessive/Armin is obsessive dynamic!)

Hcs | Eren and Armin both liking you

How rough would it be to have both Armin and Eren crushing on you? And how would it be for one of them to endure heartbreak over you?

Cws; Mentions the following; jealousy, possessiveness, obsessiveness, heartbreak, manipulation, fistfight/rivalry

Kink cws; Mentions pillow fucking (Eren), watching porn (Eren), fantasizing about cheating (Armin), hints to fellatio, mentions threesome fantasies, Eren being lowkey dom n jealous, sexual rivalry, mentions overtstim

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Okay, if you preferred Eren over Armin, but they both like you...

I feel like Armin would secretly sulk about it

And even if you don't make it apparent that you like Eren in that way, Armin would still pick up on it bc he's so fkn intuitive

He's the type to give you longing looks whenever you're around Eren

He'll spend time daydreaming of you treating him the way you treat Eren, then he'll get these prickles of jealousy

And he's not even necessarily the jealous type, but when it comes to you he can't help himself

Armin for sure would throw himself pity parties about you not liking him back

And he's our obsessive ocean boy, so he'd still have this burning obsession for you regardless of if the future looks bleak

Like he won't give up on his love, even if you and Eren started dating

Sure he'll hide his feelings, but they're all still there, probably getting more overwhelming as the days go by

He might get the idea in his head that he has the power to persuade you out of loving his best friend

He'd put on that charming, manipulative little smile and look like an angel even though he's riddled with sinful affections for you

And he'd take advantage of the fact that Eren isn't openly affectionate, and so shower you in his own affections as if to show you what you're missing out on

Okay let's not forget that Armin hit Eren first in the show, so if a fight would spring out between the two of them, Armin is the first to throw his punches

No cuz like Armin is such a severe hopeless romantic who would totally fight for his love

But would end up crying with waves of guilt crashing over his chest, because he realizes this is his best friend who he's been trying to steal happiness from...

Eventually, he'd force himself to let go, and find a way to move on from you

It'd hurt like hell for him, but he's resilient

He'd have a phase where he pretends to be happy for the two of you, and pretends he's moved on if you ask him

"Yeah — no — I'm alright, don't worry about me!" He'd say with a forced sweet smile

But you'd feel his melancholy and dejection rippling off of him like waves

Even in the future, when he's convinced himself he's happy for you and Eren being together, he'll still have moments where a tide of affections roll in, and just maybe...

Okay, listen, my favorite book of all time (Sorrows of Young Werther) gives me Armin vibes, so I feel like he would be similar to the protagonist, and eventually his feelings and affections for you would overwhelm him so much that he snaps and has to kiss you, because he wants to show you what his love is like

He'd be guilty, and babble apologies, but he'd at least be satisfied that he's spilled his emotions onto your lips...

Armin would definitely still get horny over you even if you're dating Eren

Sometimes, his eyes will drift to your lips, and he'll think about how much he needs them around his cock... then he has to hide his hard-on, because oops Eren is around

And he has to be so precautious when Eren is around, but when he gets you alone...

Just imagine, the two of you get drunk together, and you're so sure of being in love with Eren, but then Armin says some unholy hotboy shit through a confident, drunken murmur

Something like "I've always had a thing for you — you know? 'Always wanted to fuck you..."

And he'd just stay close to you, noses bumping, but he'll restrain himself

Okay Armin for sure has a cheating kink, but specifically in relation to you... and oh my god it kills him to think about you cheating on Eren with him

Brain go brr for enticing hypersexual Scorpio boy omfg

You can be so glad he restrains himself, bc if he'd show you just how good he can fuck you, you'd stray from Eren...

And he can decipher that from your eyes, and it makes his confidence and ego swell sm

Like he's contented just with the fact he can still excite you despite you having proclaimed your loyalty to his best friend

And if you preferred Armin over Eren, but they both like you...

I feel like Eren would be so good at concealing his affection and hurt that you wouldn't even question that he's bothered

He'd be the type to try and discretely entice you away from Armin, in the hopes that his charms overpower the effects that his best friend's charms have on you

He'll never show that it hurts him, he's stubborn like that

He'd burn an intense, longing gaze into you whenever you flirt with Armin or kiss Armin

Like, okay, hear me out... you consider Eren to be a big brother, and he fucking hates that, but what he hates even more is that you told him you had a crush on his best friend

He just acted nonchalant, like "Oh? Yeah... you make it pretty obvious."

His nonchalance throws you off the scent of his concealed jealousy

Like Eren acts all tough and intimidating, but really he's just scared

Because he was always worried that you'd crush on his best friend, ever since he introduced the two of you

I feel like he'd still display his possessive behavior towards you, even if you're dating Armin, like he'll sling an arm around you while sitting beside you and pretend "Oh, but you think of me as a big brother, right? There's nothing weird about this..."

When you hug him, he makes it last longer and longer, because he's just trying to print his affections on you. You know... the affections he was too stubborn to admit to

Def gets more jealous than Armin

Like his jealousy influences how he treats you, too

He'll just snap and be bity, even if it's uncalled for

He just thinks the world is unfair for letting this happen

Often blames his emotionless demeanor and lack of affection for things ending up like this

Def listens to Summertime Sadness while crying over you, don't argue w me

Ohmygodhe'ssojealous

He'll just be casually getting off, but then you flood his mind and before he knows it, he's moaning your name

And you just know he fantasizes about how he could fuck you better than Armin

Probably gets cocky n egotistical bc he knows he's much bigger than his best friend, too

Like brr brain melt for thick Eren dick ok let me recompose myself

Or decompose myself lmao there's no saving my horny soul now help

He's def the type to fuck his pillow while imagining it's you

Like he'll focus really hard and envision how you'd look under him while rocking his hips against the plush fabric

And def gets off to the most innocent photos of you, esp those rare photos where you're hugging or close to him

And watching porn doesn't quell his desires for you

He just gets sidetracked and closes his eyes, imagining you instead of whoever's in his screen

Okay I think he'd be the type to indulge in several one-night-stands in an attempt to forget about you

But each time he's fucking them, he's thinking of you

And the smallest things you do turn him on, like looking up at him

He'll just imagine you looking up at him while sitting pretty on your knees

Okay, but a love triangle tho... phew, prepare yourself

I think you'd start liking Armin first, and Eren having that sixth sense would notice it

So, Eren would be a bit vulgar and bitchy to you, and you'd think it was because he doesn't like you

But nope it's bc he can't stand the fact you're doting on his best friend

Armin would definitely be the most affectionate, yet most nervous about admitting his crush on you

And for sure Armin would doubt that you like him in that way lol he just thinks you're too cool to like someone like him

Eren gets pretty cocky and egotistical, tho, and he'll eventually get to this point where he teases you about liking him

Okay hear me out, Eren would spite you by fucking others, as if to say "I don't need you..." but bitch he lyin to himself lmao he wants you not them

So, I think both of them would take quite some time to realize that both of them are crushing on you

And to realize that you like both of them

Okay, listen listen, I'm obsessed with the idea of them fighting for your love

Like, at first it starts out innocent, like Armin will shower you with more affection than his best friend could ever dare to

But Eren would show you how much more deeply he understands you

They'd have this silent rivalry going on, and lmao Connie and Sasha would just tease you and joke about how "You're gonna destroy their friendship."

But that's inevitable, because... well, okay, you like both of them a lot a lot, and they like you too, so that's gonna lead to some big problems between them...

Like, they like you so much that they're slowly inching towards battle against each other

Armin's pretty tactical, and thinks he can persuade you into liking him more

But Eren's more straightforward, he's gonna be like "Don't you dare fucking think about getting with my best friend."

Okay Eren would for sure warn you about not getting with Armin, and you'd be confused why he's so protective over his best friend, but really he's just trying to avert your attention from Armin by intimidating you

And in my mind, the S4 fistfight totally happens bc of the love triangle

Like they find out that both of them like you, and that both of them have been fucking around with you, and then they fight over you

Brain go brr for bloody-nosed Eren and Armin

Like can you imagine them just liking you so vehemently that it nearly cleaves their bond omfg it's bad but I want that

But they're so deeply connected to each other that eventually they'll have to come to terms with both of them liking you...

Okay don't lie you know both of them fantasize about a threesome, despite both being fkn jealous lmao

I feel like Eren would get more possessive and dominant during a threesome bc he wants to prove to you that he's better

And their rivalry can be felt in the way both of them handle you

Like omg they'd be all like "I can fuck you better than him."

Phew and Eren would fuck you deeper just to make a point

And he'd make you scream (and scream without the s, too)

But Armin would get you squirting n shaking your legs n shit omfg

I feel like Armin would fuck faster, and Eren would be more sensual and languid with his thrusts (as if he's trying to make you remember every inch)

For sure they'd overstim you while trynna show off who can do what better in the bedroom

Armin def got a dirty mouth on him, he'd be like "Oh, look how much you're creaming for me, baby, you like me better don't you?"

Okay Eren's got this intoxicating way of fucking you tho

Like you don't stand a chance babe he's gonna get you hooked

God damn imagine them competitively fucking you

But then when Eren gets you alone, he's gonna fuck you even more and run his mouth like "I know you like me better, just admit it, baby"

But Armin will do the same, and he'll pour all his love into you and be all like "I love you more than him, you know that right?"

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fandomfluffandfuck · 5 months

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S!! i just reread Cant Explain All The Ways You Get Me High and i’m here to give you double the kudos bc god it’s fantastic 🔥 Honestly that one and I’d Fuck Me are some of my favorites—guess I have a soft spot for your solo scenes! Would you ever explore the inverse, with sub!bucky or seb taking care of themselves? What are the differences there between how steve/chris do it?

Can't Explain All The Ways You Get Me High

I'd Fuck Me

You know, I genuinely never noticed that among those solo, jerk off, fantasy scenes, I've only included the tops and/or doms. Huh. That's interesting. I mean, literally, there's also a scene in my "For Beginners" series with Chris fantasizing about Seb subbing for him...

Chapter One of Accept It

Maybe it'd because I'm a dom? So that sort of fantasizing is closer to my heart? Maybe it's just a coincidence, lol. Who knows 🤷🏻‍♂️

Anyway--

I think it would be pretty similar, I mean, the thoughts going on would be different, of course, but very much that same heady, frantic headspace as they barrel toward orgasm.

I'm not taking requests at this time, but sometimes I can't help myself...

Immediately, I had something in mind for Sebastian:

It's been a while for Sebastian--a while since he's gotten off with all of the work he's been doing (what feels like 15 different projects all that once, he swears) and the resulting exhaustion, and it's been a while since he's seen Chris with the way their careers stretches them apart all too often. So... orgasming hasn't exactly been his top priority. However, he's got the afternoon off. Somehow, after the early morning and late nights and their dedication, his director has decided they all need an early end for this Friday.

Thank. god.

And, with his time off, his thoughts unbusied, it's the tiniest thing that sets him off.

With their dynamic and how Sebastian gets, Chris will regularly send him orders when they're apart. It helps keep Sebastian from being overwhelmed with the need to submit here and now and being unable to, shutting down instead. Order this for dinner. Wear that pair of boxer briefs today. Chose this for the premier. Prep your meals for a week. Send me a photo of you when you have a minute. Sebastian eagerly fumbles to do as Chris says, especially eager the longer they've been apart. Craving a moment of calm, both-feet-on-the-ground steadiness that comes with Chris' pride. His approval. Even if it's just a text--

Good boy.

--or if it's more of a treat like a FaceTime call or rumbling voice memo.

"You're such a good boy, Sebastian."

that leaves Sebastian with chills, head to toe, and a helpless erection.

This time, what sets him off is Chris' reminder that he needs to have real food for, at least, one meal today. He's off set, so he should find something other than what he could get at crafty. Some protiens and healthy fats. Then, when Sebastian sends him a snap of his finished plate, Chris sends him another order as if he can feel that Seb needs to occupy his mind, playing into their push pull.

Make sure to clean it up properly.

Sebastian hand washes the fucking plate, silverware, and glass, despite the equally avaliable and usable dishwasher in his rented apartment nearby to the location they're filming at.

Done!

Sebastian texts him back.

Perfect.

It's one word. And yet...

It hits Sebastian like kick to the chest. He stares at the word, biting his lip. He doesn't expect more. He knows Chris is still working himself. It's more than enough that he's even able to send him a few words back and forth. He's not looking for a follow-up. He's just staring at the word.

Perfect.

Sebastian can hear Chris' voice sliding over the syllables in his head. It echoes through him, leaving his toes curling against the kitchen tile while his eyes slide shut, vividly imagining himself at home with his dom. He's just finished preparing dinner for Chris, home cooked--something simple that he can manage without too much thought, but enough that Chris knows he put effort into it--he set the table, he served Chris his food, then he sat at the table with Chris, watched Chris eat with Chris savoring each bite with smooth swallows and heartfelt moans of approval at the taste, he let (what a hardship) Chris hand feed him bites when he so desired, and he cleaned up their dishes and table, hand washing everything. He wants to. And, now...

Sebastian feels a wobble in his knees, so he lets his phone clatter onto the countertop and grasps it tightly instead.

Now, in his mind, Chris is stalking up behind him and Sebastian's heart is in his throat, ready and waiting for Chris to crowd him against the counter and cabinets and put those big, heavy, commanding hands all over his body. Pawing at him. He wants it. He aches for Chris to bend him over the sink and fill him up, fuck him hard and fast and dirty, while he tells him that he's good. He did good. He served him so well. He takes care of him so perfectly, now he's gonna take care of his perfect sub--gonna take him and use him like he craves.

Chris doesn't.

Not even Sebastian's imaginary Chris bends to his will. He's in charge. He will do what he pleases, and Sebastian will obey his word.

Submit.

Imaginary Chris bypasses him and goes to the fridge instead, bending over--oh, Lord, that's a sight--to reach the bottom shelf on the door where the beer lives, happily awaiting to be drank.

Sebastian dries his hands from the dishes... imagined and real. Imagined, he wants to turn and watch Chris' skillful, beautiful hands crack open the bottle. He doesn't. Real, he stands in place, letting his imagination pull him away, deeper, with how imaginary Chris walks right past him again, this time sparing one hand just to proprietorily draaaag his palm against the small of the back, "join me in the living room."

It's not a question, seeking company, maybe. If you like. But, hopefully. Join me? It's a command.

Everything in Sebastian wants to follow. The gravity makes his muscles weak.

Sebastian follows.

He follows Chris like a lovesick puppy, trailing after him and panting when he arranges himself on the sofa. Always so alluring that it's unfair. How is Sebastian supposed to do anything when his lover exists in such a state? Lounging about, casually, but perfect enough to have come straight out of a photoshoot. Thick, strong thighs spread wide, giving himself room, one arm over the back of the furniture, draped and taking up all the space he likes, commanding all of the suddenly humid air in the room with a heavy, dark look in his eyes.

Sebastian swallows, saliva flooding his mouth.

Meanwhile, Chris' other hand, having come to rest on his knee before, now mimes a gesture or two that's irresistible.

Kneel.

Come here.

Sebastian's eyes fly open, shattering the delicious fantasy his mind is painting. The image so real, so much ink, that it's spilling into his real life. He can't. Sebastian whimpers out loud.

Jesus Christ.

Even in the cold light of his real, afternoon kitchen, there's that pull inside him, forcing him from his comfortable center of gravity. Like missing a step on the stairs. Exhilarating. Heart hammering.

He needs.

The ache is now terrible inside him.

More than he needs anything else, he needs to be between Chris' thighs. That's where he belongs. His vision starts to go a little hazy and useless around the corners at just the thought. Chris towering over him. Powerful and authoritative. It's been too long.

And now Seb can feel the phantom heat of Chris' knees pressing against his shoulders and the weight of Chris' hand on his head, his blunt fingernails scratching his scalp, running through his hair and messing it up. He can feel the friction of denim jeans or cotton sweats or mesh basketball shorts against his cheek, muzzling into Chris where he's packed into whatever the fuck he's wearing but shouldn't be. He should never be clothed. He should--

Fuck me.

He should be between Chris' legs.

Sebastian blinks harshly a few times, trying to clear his vision and push away the raw throb that has begun to spread from deep in his gut to the base of his cock.

Impulsively, he snatches one of his hands away from his white-knuckle hold on the counter, intending to press the heel of his palm up against himself, but--

He whines again.

Here?

He looks around, taking inventory of his current situation, Sebastian gets distracted as his eyes land on his phone, and he recalls that damn text.

Perfect.

Glittering pleasure of praise from his dominant crackles through Sebastian like a lightning strike. All over again. Suddenly, he is back between Chris' thighs. Warm and crowded and so close to falling forward and mouthing at the bulge of his hardening cock in his sweats. Overcome by hunger. He can smell his arousal. Jesus. Seb wants to melt. He wants--

He can't fucking jerk off in the kitchen of a rental.

Can he?

Sebastian whimpers to the empty room. It offers him no comfort. Not a sound.

No.

Not here.

Quickly, Sebastian snatches his phone and dashes on clumsy legs to the bedroom. He's intending on texting Chris, asking him if it's possible for him to steal a few moments away. Sebastian just wants to hear his voice. For a minute. He wants it gruff and pressed right up against his ear, telling him he's perfect and good, and, and tell him--

Sebastian flushes hot, just thinking it. Admitting it to himself for the hundredth time. No matter, it always makes him squirm.

He wants Chris to tell him he's pretty.

He wants Chris to tell him he wants to put him on display and show everyone how good and pretty and perfect and odient he is. And--

Sebastian ends up distracted. His phone ends up on the bed, where he intends to also be. Lying back, relaxing, shoving a hand haphazardly down his pants to let Chris talk him off while he incoherently whines and moans and begs, the closest they can get when so, so far apart, but... he doesn't make it.

He doesn't even make it that far.

Instead, Sebastian gasps to himself, embarrassment making his cock pulse, thinking about how Chris would answer the phone and peel the mortifying words out of his mouth, make him admit how needy he is, then tell him he'a such a good boy for admitting it and he bet he looks so pretty, flushed and horny, and... Sebastian stumbles.

He ends up on his knees.

And.

He can't get back up. Aching. He's on his knees in his rented bedroom, near to the bed, but also too far away for it to be worth it to move again when he's so fucking hard.

The back of his eyelids are painted with the sights and sounds and sensations of their living room. Hardwood floors bite sweetly into his knees. Chris' cologne and laundry detergent clinging to his clothes, fading and turned darker the closer Sebastian leans into him, sweat and musk and arousal. Chris' hands on him. Holding his shoulders. Entwinted in his hair. On his throat or the nape of his neck, squeezing. Holding. Chris' voice rumbling through him, leaving him aching. Aching. Sebastian wants--

He wants Chris' cock out of his pants and in his mouth.

He wants to stare up at Chris' face, contorted obscenely into an expression of heat and pleasure, flushed and slack, as the weight and taste of his thick cock fills Sebastian's mouth. Heavy on his tongue. Coating his throat with the taste. Stretching his lips. Chris' hips pressed against his face, forcing him down his throat and making it hard to breathe in the most incredible way. Sebastian doesn't need to breathe. He needs to taste, to suck, to lick, to kiss, to gag and choke and cry.

He wants to cry on his cock.

He wants Chris to stare down at him over the handsome line of his nose and smirk. He wants Chris to tell him he's got such a good fucking mouth through a drawn-out groan. He wants to hear Chris moan through gritted teeth. He wants to have Chris cum down his throat and make Sebastian swallow, then lick him clean, then keep him warm while he finally drinks the beer he brought into the living room with him, watching the game, and keeping his needy submissive busy all at the same time. Multitasking.

Sebastian wants--

He wants--

Frantically, Seb shoves his hand into his sweatpants and cups his himself against his body, hissing with the temperature difference between his fingers and his heated, engorged dick.

In his mind, he's prolonging the moment of Chris' orgasm. The pornographic expression on his gorgeous face. Suspended in pleasure. The intense, incredible twitches and jerks of his cock as he pumps release onto Seb's tongue. The taste. The feeling. The way, oh, God, when Chris is really, really feeling himself, he'll reach down and recklessly plug Sebastian's nose as he shoves into his tight, wet, heat deeply. And Sebastian will spin. Sebastian will get dizzy. Sebastian will fly. His lungs aching to choke and sputter but not being able to. It all makes Seb so fucking hard. He's not in control. Chris knows what's good for him. Chris knows he's good. He's good.

He's so good!

Sebastian can't help but start to actually fist himself now. He's leaking enough to go faster. Faster. The friction is wearing his nerves down to raw wire, sparking and spitting electricity throughout his whole body. He's, oh, oh, he's--

It's so fucking intense, the images flashing through his mind. Now Chris has finished with him and Sebastian's chest is heaving, his lips buzzing, his mouth still stuffed full, tears and snot and spit running down his face, a complete mess, yet still pretty and perfect to Chris--for Chris. Sebastian helplessly cries out and loses his balance, his mind going haywire, imagining sucking Chris' still half-hard cock after he's finished, and grinding against his shin, feeling, feeling--

Good.

Obedient.

Sebastian falls forward, barely bracing himself against his now outstretched hand--the hand not wrapped around his cock--rather than faceplanting on the floor. His heart pounds in his chest. Lust rushes through him. Overpowering the fear. Pleasure rising and rising and--

"Gonna show me how pretty you are, baby? You gonna cum humping me with your mouth all full, jus' like you need, sweet boy?"

In his mind, in his fantasy, Sebastian cums with a muffled moan around Chris' dick. But, in his rented apartment, crumbling onto the floor next to his bed as if he might've been praying before he drifted off to sleep, he moans embarrassingly loudly. It's nearly a wail. It's like he's been hit over the back of the head. It hits him so fucking hard.

He's demolished as the pleasure crashes over him.

White-hot and ruining. Pumping wet, messy release into his hand and the inside of his boxer briefs. Humiliating and so, so good that he doesn't give a fuck.

"Atta, boy," Sebastian hears inside his own head, Chris' voice, as he achingly shakes through the last dregs of pleasure with a whine.

Oh, God.

But, (bratty) sub Bucky is pretty distinctive, too:

Steve's on a stupid fucking mission and he took his stupid fucking super dick with him (like an asshole) but, somehow, he didn't manage to take his stupid nuclear-level sex drive with him, too. Of all the things he has to leave behind! Fucking bastard.

He knows Bucky can't cope! And somehow, he still goes out there and fights the good fight despite being retired. Newsflash, Rogers, that ain't retired.

"Ugh," Bucky half groans, half moans, caught up in his thoughts, but also caught up in the physical sensations he's dealing with. Coping.

Steve's really left Bucky with no choice now. Not with his super libido bleeding over into Bucky, like, like--Bucky shivers, stifling a moan based on principle--bleeding into him like the hot, wet feeling of Steve fucking him with too much lube and then cumming inside him with his hurricane-like super-swimmers, pumping and pumping until Bucky swears he can see it stretching out his abs like he went too hard at dinner. Too much. Those goddamn swollen, heavy balls and...

"Guh." There's no stifling a dumb noise like that. It is what it is.

What is Bucky supposed to do but order via priority shipping and shove the biggest vibrating dildo he can up his ass?

This, this--

Bucky pants, his chest heaving, practically presenting his high, tight pecs and his begging-to-be-touched nipples. If someone was here to touch them! Bucky can't fight back a whimper, thinking about Steve's serum-hot, fever-hot body against his. His fingers--cruel and mean, plucking and twisting and pinching his nipples until they're puffy and raw, and Bucky is painting his belly white again. His mouth. Those lips. Plush, hot, and slick. Always just the tiniest bite of teeth that has Bucky shouting high in the back of his throat.

His cock jumps. Aching.

Fucking Steve.

This started out of spite. Bucky was bouncing on his fake cock, growling to himself, bratty and motivated. But it's devolved into something messy and pathetic and wet.

There are tears tracking shiny, salty paths down his cheeks when they're not being smeared into the sheets. It's really into a pillowcase. Not sheets. Steve's pillow. It still smells like him, and it's perfect for muffling the sniffling, howling moans that Bucky is pulling out of himself. He misses Steve's cock so much. He misses the rest of him, too. He misses the way he holds him down and pounds into him until Bucky is sure he'll finally fucking split into two. Hammering into him. Growling and grabbing him, throwing him around and making him take it. Bruising his hips and ass. Biting his shoulders, pulling his long hair until he's arched into a weak u-shape, every noise that Bucky has enough air to make fucked out of his wet, open mouth, "uh, uh, uh--"

Bucky aches for going dumb on Steve's cock.

He doesn't want to think! He wants to be able to do absolutely nothing. Fucked dumb.

He wants Steeeeeve!

Bucky whines to himself, his thighs quivering.

He's trying to replicate the magical ability Steve has to melt his brain out of his ears by giving himself as many orgasms as he can with the thick, heavy, vibrating toy shoved deep inside him. It's beginning to hurt. There's a puddle underneath him. Overflowing with pleasure. Yet, lust is still racing under his skin. It makes him whimper and squeeze the sheets in his fists.

He can hear Steve in his head, growling at him, smacking him around, goading him into another orgasm. The only one who can take Bucky; the only one who can hold him down and make him take it.

"C'mon, baby, I know that isn't all you got. You can take it. A cockslut like you? You can always take more. There's still spunk comin' outta'ya. I want you cummin' dry, darlin'. Then, then, I'll think about being done with you."

Instinctively, Bucky wants to do it. He wants to give it all to Steve. He has to. There's no other option.

So, he arches his back deeper. Blooming. His muscles complain, hurting with the stretch despite his daily yoga routine. He just can't--he's been at this for hours. He misses his fella bad.

He can't fucking be bothered, he's too frantically horny and too much of a spoiled pillow princess, to reach back and fuck his hot, puffy, wet hole with the vibrating toy. The closest he gets is jacking his cock. Even that's not normal, normally he has Steve to do that for him. Or, if Steve's not doing it for him because he's working too hard at working his cunt out--stringing him out until he's incoherent and stupid--Bucky is grinding against the bed, the couch, the floor, or whatever Steve has bent him over, unable to wait a minute longer. Right now, jerking off, he's so wet. His dick is swollen, and he can feel his pulse throbbing through it. He keens. Arching and spreading.

He feels fucked out and open but he knows he could be more. He could be hotter, he could be puffier, he could be wetter. If he pulled the dildo out of his hungry hole, he would be gaping. He could be gaping more if Steve had his way with him. Fucking him with that thick, thick cock, then getting frisky and sticking in his thumbs in alongside his dick. Prying him open. Wider and wider. Holding his hole open and feeling his own slick shaft thrusting in and pulling out as he ruins him.

He's thinking about Steve ruining him. He's thinking about Steve fucking him until he passes out--it ain't a true Rogers event until that happens, after all. He's thinking about Steve's strong fingers, scratching down his back, shamelessly groping his ass, and opening his hole. He's thinking about that fucking cock. He's thinking about--

Bucky doesn't want to think!

He wants to be ruined.

With an overwhelmed sob, Bucky collapses facefirst into his man's pillow and cums. Again. Crying out and jerking, soaking the bed.

The minute Steve gets home, he's demanding to be fucked within an inch of his life. Please. He'll get on his knees and beg. He'll break out the puppy-dog eyes and pout and beg. He'll offer to do whatever the hell, bendy painful (not hot, definitely, definitely. not. hot.) position his dog of a boyfriend wants. Anything. He neeeeeeeeds that dick.

#enjoy lol #asks #fandomfluffandfuck #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #evanstan #sebastian stan #chris evans #rpf #real person fanfiction #sub bucky #dom steve #dom chris #sub seb #subastian #sub sebastian

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stumachersfavoritegirl · 1 year

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His favorite Girl <3

Prologue

It's 8 am exactly when I open the door to English class. "You're late", the teacher scoffs and I throw my hands up in surrender. There's no way I'm getting detention again for defending myself. 'Just roll your eyes and let him have this one' I tell myself as I basically run to my chair to sit, placing my books on the desk. I sling my backpack on the back of the seat and get a quick glimpse over my shoulder of Stu Macher. He's wearing a yellow knitted sweater with visible tears around the collar, with a white shirt underneath. His left hand is decorated with silver rings while his right is completely bare. He's dwindling with his pencil in his left while his right gently taps his knee. His cargo pants are a darker shade of olive and his black boots were definitely meant to be a statement piece, as he taps his right foot on the ground repetitively. He's loudly listening to Slipknot in his headphones while he gently bumps his head to the base mouthing a few words, I watch him discreetly, smirking as I witness his dimples make a few appearances effortlessly. I turn away quickly before our eyes meet but I let my ears listen to what he is, "Killers are quite". It's one of my favorite songs off their album "Mate.Feed.Kill.Repeat" and I can't help but smirk to myself. As the teacher begins the class, I open my notebook to doodle in the meantime, scribbling some Mrs.Macher(s) here and there before beginning to copy the notes on the chalkboard. I rest my elbow on the desk and hold my head up with my hand sighing. Ugh, I could've swore he went over this last week. I turn subtly to get a glimpse of Stu again. I hate that his seats behind me. Whenever I need a little break from boredom in class, staring at his features was always entertaining. Those piercing blue eyes, dimples that would penetrate his cheeks, a smile so big you couldn't help but not smile too. His 6'4 lanky frame, he towered over everyone he approached, those long fingers he'd sometimes decorate with rings. The back of them were so veiny, and whenever I'd catch a glimpse of him pulling his sleeves back, I could see the veins trail up his arm perfectly. He always almost hid his frame but you could tell he was toned underneath the sweaters and baggy shirts. I began to fantasize about what underneath his shirt would reveal and it was hard to not get lost in the fantasy of Stu Machers possibly but most likely 8 inch penis. How girthy it'd be, would it be veiny? Would there be a curve? How well would he know how to use it? Where did he learn how to use it? At this point, I'm getting ahead of myself, but it's hard not to. I feel my face beginning to heat up as I bite my lip, imagining all the different things he'd do to me. Missionary? Doggy? Ugh, just imagining straddling him as he aggressively just pou-wait... is he staring back at me? Wait, am I starring at him? Have I been this whole time? Fuck fuck FUCK! I quickly avert my eyes as I feel my face burst with heat. I know he can see how red my cheeks are from his seat which makes them burn even more. I cover my face, acting as if I'm just resting my head in the palm of my hand again. I didn't look behind me for the rest of the class, but I swear I could feel someone burning holes into the back of my head.

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The bell finally rings, and I quickly close my notebook and gather all my textbooks and school supplies. My face is most likely still bloodshot red from the trauma of Stu Macher finally catching me staring him down like a creep for god knows how long. Stu Macher was completely out of my league. I'm 4'11, with a warm olive skin tone and freckles that decorate my entire face. My eyebrows are bushy and never tamed, my hair is rarely washed therefore it's always in an updo. My glasses are way too big for my face and my dad would never let me dress like Tatum, so unfortunately, I'm stuck with wearing my older sisters hand me downs which entailed to overalls, long skirts, sweats, mom jeans, baggy sweaters, oversized hoodies and loose shirts. Anything possible that could hide my already small but chunky frame. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I stand up, slugging my backpack over my shoulder, exiting the class. I'm completely avoiding anything in his direction in fear he's already looking at me in disgust. But to my disbelief, a hand appears on my right shoulder as I reach the doorway. It almost startles me, and I jump slightly. "Woah, a little jumpy there huh?" He teases me as he looks down at me and it makes me completely flustered. "It's me Stu, you know me, right?" His face forms a grin and I blush profusely as I quickly nod, pursing my lips together and looking away from his gaze. He turns to face me and begins to walk backwards besides me "You're y/n right? A few buddies of mine let me know you're the Woodsboro hookup for all and every homework assignment possible. " He says, scanning me up and down, never looking behind him to see if any traffic is headed his way. Every student that passes him makes a note to barely graze him. His grin is spread from ear to ear and I look down as I barely mumble, "What do you need help with?"

"Small voice for a small girl huh?" He quickly lifts his brows and winks at me before continuing, "I need your help with algebra..." he says as he playfully face palms himself and sticks his tongue out, "Of course right?" He says as he laughs at himself. He faces forward and begins to walk besides me normally. "And...maybe English but I'll have to get back to you with that one." He points at me while crinkling his face with uncertainty, then stands in front of me, completely blocking my path and I almost collide into him, but he grabs my shoulders before I can and looks down at me, with the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen. His sharp blue eyes penetrate my dark green ones and I almost feel helpless. "You got me, right y/n?" He says, tilting his head a little to the right. My eyes are darting every which way to avoid his, I stick to looking down and I gently nod. He burst into excitement and makes a "cha-ching" motion with his hands, before quickly bending down to bear hug me. The only thing I can do is stand there in complete and utter shock from the amount of physical contact we've had in the last 4 minutes, and probably the most I'll ever have with him for the rest of the school year. I already know my face is blood shot red because as he's walking away he says, "Thanks, I'll see you at your locker after lunch, okay! And take off that sweater man, you look real real hot." He burst into laughter before he takes off running down the hallway. Everyone steps out of his way as he laughs manically, cutting the corner sharply. I'm still stuck in the place he left me at, I'd probably stand there all day if people hadn't started bumping into me to get to their classes. "Get out of the way, sheesh" I hear someone mutter as they brush past me, and it completely snaps me out of his trance. I push my glasses farther up my nose before tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ear, blinking rapidly as I join the crowd of students in the hallway treading dreadfully to their next destinations. Holy shit, what the fuck just happened? I can't believe Stu Macher just spoke to me, not even, h-he touched me, h-he hugged me. Jesus...and all you did y/n is stand there awkwardly? I wasn't even laughing at his jokes, I didn't even hug him back! Urgh! I mentally face palm myself as I reach my locker. I headbutt my locker gently as I look down at the floor, shaking my head. How much of a loser could I be right now? He tried to make me laugh at least 3 times and I just sat there like a Dimwit looking down. How could I not hug him? How could- I lose my train of thought as I begin to smell something. It's a musk that comes over me, it's a hint of marijuana with something else. Almost earthy, very vetiver. I look down at my shirt before grabbing the collar to lift to my nose. I inhale deeply and close my eyes as I let his smell wash over me, as I let it take me somewhere calming, and it does. I let go of my collar before opening my eyes, fixating it on my locker combination, completely relaxed. Well, at least I have another chance to fix it. I'm seeing him after school today, aren't I? I can't screw it up this time. . I have to talk to him, I have to try and tell him how I've always felt. God, I mean why do I have to be such a pussy? There's literally nothing that's stop- my thoughts come to a screeching halt as I watch Tatum Riley walk past me in the hallway. Her hair flows in the wind as her hips sway from left to right gracefully, her black chunky sandals drawing everyones attention to her and I know she loves it too, attention whore. She's walking around the hallways in the shortest plaid skirt she could find and a fitted long sleeve turtleneck. Popping her gum in a frenzy and my insides cringe. What does Stu even see in her? I roll my eyes as I grab a few textbooks from my locker and close it. Fuck Tatum Riley, it's my turn to be Stu Machers "Favorite Girl."

#stu macher imagine #stu macher fanfiction #stu macher #stu matcher x you #stu macher x reader #stu macher x y/n #scream 1996

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iheartchv · 1 year

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Hey Can You Do A Vampire Raph x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Do A Lemon For It Too

123. “Don’t hold back.” 89. Mating season 58. Turtle bedroom 5. “MINE.” 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 96. Making out 142. “Bite me.” 112. Biting/marking 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 95. Gentle sex and Turning into a vampire

Im sorry for it being short and messy, i ran out of time and didnt think id be busy during my vacation >×<

Prompts (c) @turtle-babe83

18+ content below; Raph x Reader are over 18. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! ⚠️

"What's he got that I dont?"

"Nothing, Raph. He just needed some help-"

"Ya didnt see the way he was flirting wit ya. I read his mind, he wanted to put the moves on you." He was silent for a second. "Besides, you're MINE !" he growled. He watched from the sewer drain, making sure no one was going to harm you.

"You dont have to get all territorial. I dont belong to anyone, not even you."

The two of you bickered and argued. There was no way of getting through Raph's bull headedness. He leaned his face toward you, staring into your eyes and smirked,"Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me. You can't hide those dirty thoughts about me when I'm working out, the way you fantasize about me being on top of you-"

"Shut up!" You yelled and turned around to go home. Your whole face was burning with embaressment. Before you disappeared out of sight you heard him let out a chuckle.

That was months ago. You and Raphael had been dating for a while. It had been just so amazing dating the red brute. He might have been a big tough guy, but you got to see the soft gentle giant underneath, as well. However during one week in spring, you hadn't seen him or talked to him because he wouldnt answer his cell phone. You were worried about him but Splinter and his brothers assured you he was fine. Afterward you were told by Donnie about his behavior and about that certain time of year where anything could go wrong if not too careful.

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"You know you can always tell me, if there's something up or whatever. I'm here for you, Raph." Y/N had told him. "Your happiness is also my happiness." Raphael didn't want to, but this was getting to be too much. He barely managed to get through his last heat cycle during the spring. He already had sex with her, claimed her as his, but he wanted to claim her and make her his... forever...

One cool October night, your cell phone vibrated telling you that you had a message. You opened the text and saw that it was from Raph. It read:

Can u come over? I need u

You replied:

I'm coming over are you alright?

I will be...

Usually Raph would be a bit flirty when texting so you knew something was up. You jumped out of bed, put on some comfy clothes and a light jacket, and then you made your way to one of the secret manhole covers that led down to the sewers and to the turtles lair.

You made a beeline towards Raphael's room. You hurried to him when you saw him with his face buried in his hands, his knees supporting his arms. "Baby, are you alright?" Your heart pounded in anticipation, wanting to know what he needed.

He looked up at you and responded,"Not right now..."

"What is it?"

He sighed and explained that it was mating season again. "I won't be gentle and self controlled like the usual when it comes to... that..."

"Okay, I can handle that." You shrugged your shoulders.

"Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?"

"I've watched Discovery Channel. I have an idea."

He gently chuckled. "That's not the real problem..."

"What is then?"

It was silent for a moment. "Look, besides me being a mutant, I'm a vampire and you're not"

"I told you before, I don't care about all of that."

"What about 60, 70 years from now?"

You haven't thought about that far into the future. Vampires live forever if they hide really well from the world. Humans however are limited in the game of life. You however had wondered what it'd be like to be a creature of the night; you've never had this bond with anyone that you have with Raphael and you didnt want it to end.

Raph sighed again, feeling sexually frustrated. "I'm sorry. I just... What I'm trying to say is... I want you to be mine forever."

Your hands cupped his jawline. "I am. I'm yours forever and always. Bite me."

His eyes were like saucers but softened when his fingers went to tangle in your soft hair. "Are you sure? It ain't reversible... it'll be permanent..." Donnie hadn't been able to find the cure for vampirism.

"I'm sure. I can just switch to the night shift, or I'll think of something." Your smile turned into a soft kiss silencing him. "Please, Raph, make me yours."

"And you're positive?"

You giggled. "Yes, yes, I'm sure. I'm not a delicate little lady. Don't hold back."

You sat yourself in his lap, pulled on the mask tails and pulled him to you. With a moan you pressed your lips into his, urging him to start kissing you. His hands gropped your backside as his mouth devoured yours, his tongue tasting and exploring you. Your clothes were soon stripped off, and his tongue continued its way down to your damp arousal.

He drapped your legs over his shoulders and he nipped your inner thighs before he dove right in to taste your wetness. Squeals and mewls echoed off the walls and your hands clawed at something to hold onto as Raph's mouth pleasured you. Feeling his tongue thrust in and out made your hips buck up. "Raaaaaph~" you whined.

He was already hard, but was it possible to be harder than this? Hearing your gasps and moans turned him on so much. He could hear your heart thundering in his ears (or was it his?). He knew your blood was rushing hot through your body. His throat felt dry at the thought of drinking your blood while you moaned in ecstasy.

"Y/N, baby, you taste so good. I bet your blood will taste even sweeter" he growled as his tongue flicked your sensitive bud and his hands played with your breasts, teasing your nipples to hardened peaks. His shorts felt so uncomfortable that he had to lay you down on the bed to take them off. He spread your thighs apart and began to pleasure you again.

Before you knew it you approached your climax, crying out as your back arched and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your hands latched onto his head as your orgasm shook you to your very core. "Oh, Raphael~ Yes~" you gasped. Once you had finally come down from your high, you spied the green monster of a cock standing, waiting for you. You licked your lips as you tried to get air back into your lungs.

He let you taste yourself on his lips and then nipped and bit your neck for a bit. "Just a minute, babe." Raph came back with some lube. Even though you were already so wet he wanted to take precautions. He didnt want to hurt you during the mating ritual. He coated his finger with it and swirled it around, trying to coat your insides, and then he lubed up his thick member, mixing it with the precum on the tip. He lined himself up with your entrance, spreading you wide as possible as he nestled himself between your legs (you were going to be bruised with how tight he held you).

"Ready?" he panted.

You wiggled your hips. "Yes~ Remember, don't hold back."

Slowly, but oh so smooth like butter, he slid inside you. He loved seeing how he stretched you, how your tight dripping sex swallowed him. He hissed and groaned as if feeling your heat surrounding him was his first time again; you always managed to take his breath away. He was finding a rhythm to follow, and started rocking his hips into yours.

Your body writhed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you again. "Raph~" you whimpered as he brushed along your gspot. He even managed to find another spot you didn't know existed before.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

"Mhmmm, mhmmm~"

He kept at this pace until you told him to go deeper. Pushing your legs up to your chest he started pounding into your cervix. Your moans grew louder. Surely everyone could've heard but you didn't care at the moment.

"H-harder, faster, Raph. Please~" you whined. You were so close. You felt like exploding and releasing all this pent up frustration.

Your wish was his command. He slammed his hips into your backside, skin slapping and other lewd noises being the only thing that filled the room. Your throat was going to be sore from how loud you cried out in bliss. "Yes, Raphael, f*** me~" you cried.

When you were close he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder as he moaned loudly. "Make us cum, y/n. Make us both cum, babygirl." he panted. The knot in your lower stomach unraveled and you screamed, making noises that you never made before. As he reached his climax his fangs sunk into your neck, drawing forth your life essence, his growls and cries muffled as his mouth made sure to not waste a drop of blood.

You felt ropes of hot cum fill you you could fill some seep out. You cummed so hard you blacked out. When you woke up, you were in his Raphael's strong arms. You groaned as you felt your body start to ache. "What happened?"

"You're awake. Thank gods, I thought I lost you." He littered your face with kisses. "Are you okay? I know you're sore but are you..."

"I guess. But I feel thirsty." Your throat was dry. He exposed his neck and cradled your head under it. "Go on" he urged you. You gently pierced his skin and felt the warm blood on your tongue. He pulled you away before you could drain him dry.

"So it's forever, literally "

"However long that may be"

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #smut #lemon #raph #vampire raphael #raphael #raphxreader #ask #request #xreader

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years

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Maaaaaaaaaaaan, Revice ended yesterday, and so all of a sudden, these Donbura Dorks decide they have to end their show too, huh? And here I thought we had something special :<

-Aww man, don't remind me.

-"Yes, that finale was pretty poggers and based. My compliments to Mr. Kinoshita and the crew. Now... we have no reason to continue with this charade!"

-Hooray, we all get to go home!

-Haruka can't see herself stopping the whole hero thing, huh?

-"Well, as long as there's a single human being left on Earth, I doubt that the desires that corrupt the Hitotsu-ki will ever disappear..."

-"THAT'S SO NOT TRAFFIC SAFE!"

-Donbrothers is over.

-Pick the MVP!

-Man, I'm gonna miss this absolute banger of an OP next week. ...who even are the new Ranger dudes, anyhow? Are they friends with Mr. Geats already? Is Cosmic Fury gonna air alongside Geats?

-Wait, is this a clip show!?

-Aw son of a bitch, Inoue tricked me!

-...did Inoue even write this episode?

-Hang on, lemme check...

-Saburo Yatsude... that's the pseudonym used by Toei itself. I believe they also wrote the scripts for the Den-O crossover specials and Zenkai Red last year.

-Checked and cross referenced some Wikipedia articles (very cursorily mind you). The only show among the Noto's inspirations to have a Saburo Yatsude "Created by" credit is The Kagestar. This makes me believe that some producer really likes Sonoza, and I can't blame them for that.

-Well, you have been through an awful lot for a teenager, Haruka. A lot of kids fantasize about superheroics, but rarely do they take full notice of the consequences, both social and physical. I'd know, I was one of those kids, writing self-inserts kept under lock and key. Hell, even now, as a 21 year old, I still think it'd be worth it just to have something else going on in my life.

-You're a bit different though. Even if you were basically dragged into Ranger work kicking and screaming, you perform your combat duties very admirably, and still strive for that normal life. Not to mention how far you've come as a person. The Haruka from 25 episodes ago absolutely wouldn't have gone out of her way to help out her teammates the way she's been lately. I'm proud of ya, kiddo.

-Shinichi, did you have to transform between cuts to make your point? Seems a bit extra. Ah who am I kidding, that's just who you are, I wouldn't have it any other way <3

-Let's see... you've definitely haven't changed as much as Haruka has, but there's so much about you that interests me all the same. All the small things you use your powers for to help others, the way you stick to your asceticism despite all the obvious personal risk to your safety, the way even slightly giving into your desires seems to burn you up so quick... remember in Episode 20 when you immediately started living up the hero image? Do you even use your Kibi-Points, I wonder?

-Tsuyoshiiiiii, my man!

-"I kinda am a total scrub... if only I were a cool guy... Heh, guess I kinda got my wish in a way!"

-...and yeah, that's very much like you :)

-Hmmm... who's Mr. InuBrother?

-"Wan..."

-Don't put words in the doggo's mouth!

-Oh shoot, hello Sononi!

-...er... I'm sure Condorman's a pretty cool hero! Kohan Kawauchi's responsible for the creation of Moonlight Mask, Japan's first ever tokusatsu TV superhero, so he evidently knew what he was doing. He also created Warrior of Love Rainbowman, which was an inspiration for Cutie Honey.

-He was also an Islamic convert, which led to the creation of this show called "Messenger of Allah", starring a young Sonny Chiba, of all actors! I was a big fan of him as a teenager, but I don't think I've ever heard of this. Which is crazy to me, because a show like Messenger of Allah is absolutely something that should be explored from top to bottom.

-Sorry, I should be focusing on Donbrothers right now, but... Huh... I keep wondering how shows like these get made.

-Uhhhh... Sononi! You're presenting your case for Tsubasa, right? Yeah, show me.

-Gotta save the love of your life, Tsubasa-san!

-"Who the fuck are these weirdos, this is bullshit"

-Oooooooooooh, Dog Man throwin' shade!

-I have to wonder... the actor playing Sayama, Ryoji Sugimoto... do you think he wonders exactly what he's supposed to be doing as a character?

-Damn, Crane Lady got kicks.

-Yeah, I think that's one of my nicknames for Natsumiho.

-Man, that Momoi Tarou.

-He's one of a kind madman.

-Yeah, guess he really speaks for himself, huh?

-Oh yeah, the Enya Rideon.

-Beeg AND Smol!

-Oh yeah, the headpat lmao

-"Wait, Don Onitaijin is five guys, burgers and fries?"

-I love that little plush doggie they use for Tsubasa, I hope they keep it around when he... maybe or maybe not joins with the rest full time.

-SONOI

-"Now, hold on a moment. ...there's another Don. ...technically two? Or perhaps not."

-"I'm gonna be the strongest hero! Waaaaaaaaah!"

-Dragon Punch! Shoryuken! Dragon! Dragon! Rock the Dragon!

-Tiger Cutter! Tiger Uppercut! Lions Tigers and Bears! Oh My!

-"But nah, my rival is Don Momotaro. And you can't have him."

-Oh shit, Donbrothers MVP time.

-And the winner is Don Kaito.

-YEP FUCKING CALLED IT LMAO

-"I win."

-Shut up Kaito kjlhklghvghjg

-"...why were you all rainbow-y in that stock footage?"

-Awwww, he wants to reward us :)

-"For you all :)"

-Free photobooks :)

-"I was born to be a hero. I've always been a hero. I am the hero."

-Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey, what're you lads doing here!?

-"Jesus Christ, it's been 26 episodes and this shit isn't over."

-"Next time, Sonoza... I will defeat Momoi Tarou! Then Sononi can deal with Inuzuka Tsubasa as she pleases and you can resume your manga browsing with Kito Haruka. Now... watch me blow some bubbles."

-Are we at a water park next episode? Epic.

#avataro sentai donbrothers #don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!#donbrothers spoilers #donbrothers #super sentai #momo monday #taro tuesday #it's about midnight rn lol

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msjessca · 6 months

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Obsession

You've become my new obsession. I haven't had one in 5years & I'm really ODing on this one. Your scent was so intoxicating (I should've looked at what kind of soap you use). I find myself fantasizing about you speaking on your attraction to me. I find myself thinking of ways I can be around you more to entice you to trust me & feel comfortable enough to speak on it.

On the other hand, I know it could never be. I fight with myself, justifying that if you were to address your attraction to me, that we could keep it on the low. I know that's improbable. I find myself fantasizing about how it would feel for you to grab me, hug me, wrap your fingers around my neck. I fantasize about what it'd feel like for you to touch my hair. I fantasize about what my reaction would be if you'd spoke on your feelings towards me. I'd imagine I'd turn furiously red & won't be able to keep my composure. I fantasize about me trying to turn away from you, you grabbing me, turning me around to face you, & pulling me close. 5 years of no kisses & oh how I love kissing.. I often avoid looking at you because I'm afraid my eyes will expose my desires for you. I know damn well I couldn't have been capable of hiding it coming out of a psychosis & I wonder if you noticed..

I couldn't fight this obsession even if I tried. 5 years. 5years of not having or hearing a man's voice close to me & then you CALL me & I'm melting the entire time. We talked for 3hrs. 5 years of no male contact. 5 yrs of not smelling a man. 5 years of having zero desire for any man. But then... there's you.

My attraction to you has always felt magnetic. The first time I saw you in person, it felt like the world fell away & it was just you & me sitting there... But... a ** ** *** *** is WILD! Although... I have been with someone that had a 16yr age gap with me so idk why it'd be so bad... There I go trying to justify it 😮‍💨

I smelled you until the scent was gone. I **** every night since I saw you (except I lost my goddamn **). I imagined what would happen if we had a drink together. Or what would happen if we were alone.

It might just be all in my head. You have a busy life & so do I. I know you'll figure a way to make your way around..you tried to stay away, but, couldnt. Even with the ** you came back around & hmu. Life will get in the way though. It always does. I'll do my best to continue to keep myself in check because I have to (this sounds like such a lie as I'm typing it..because reading over this, all I'm talking about is how much I fantasize about you).

At one point, years ago, she told me you had a crush on me. I wonder if that's still true. Can't help but feel like it is.

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Someone stopped you. I played dumb but I know you were fakin.. ngl I felt let down & my feelings are lw hurt. Still wondering if it was all in my head. Can't help but feel like it couldn't have been.. It was all your idea & you were fasho finna slide. Lord I feel like I'm in that one commercial with the old man & the dollar on the fishing hook-like.. it was so close.

I want those few days after back 😩 the blissful feeling of obsessing & fantasizing 😮‍💨 lord that sounds nuts 😅 but I really do.. because your scent is gone.. I'm hoping you go against their advice & you hmu. You know damn well you want to. I know you think about me. My obsession is to the point that I'm questioning if you do voodoo magic.. like fr.... because I've literally had zero interest in men the last 5years.. then out the blue you tell me to come over.. I didn't even hesitate 🥲

If you'd just say the word, she'd watch the kids in a heartbeat so I could have alone time with you. Hell if you gave the green light, I'd go as far as hitting him up. The fact that this is forbidden makes me want it all the more. Like I'm 16 again tryna see a boy I like. I wish you would've came through.. didn't tell them you were finna slide.. cause I know they changed your mind.

Maybe it's for the best.. you did what I didn't have the discipline to.. I mean, you lied & faked your way out of it, but, you did what I should've.

I'll keep radio silence as long as you do 🤞 just know I'm waitin on you to hit me 💜

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frogchiro · 2 years

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little random hc's bc i was bored and besides it was on my mind for like the past 3 days so yeah :(

have some little blurbs about pervy tokyo rev boys to enjoy bc we all know that deep down they are greedy lil pervs <3

|| 16+ content! ||

featuring: Takemichi Hanagaki, Hanma Shuji, Shinichiro Sano

cw: pervy!tr men, no explicit sexual content but very suggestive, mentions of dry humping, panty stealing and sniffing, groping, sexual fantasies and a lil dash of humiliation, fem!reader, possibly ooc

perv! Takemichi: okay so y'all can't tell me that this man right there isn't a big pervert, like c'mon. he's a 26 y/o virgin who canonically hasn't ever touched a woman so ofc he's gonna be pent up! </3 and this man is simultaneously shameless and so so guilty it's tearing him up :( the first time he noticed the panties you apparently forgot about from that one time you were visiting him and decided to take a shower at his place (not to mention he got hard as a rock just from the smell of your feminine body wash and was furiously jerking off the whole day after you left with a kiss and a smile), were hanging out of the hamper and a whole body shudder just went right through him, pure excitement started within and the familiar hottness bloomed in his belly, yes yes finally it happened, he was dreaming about this~! but then bitter shame flodded his troubled brain. would he really stoop so low as to even consider this? these were your panties that you innocently left after a shower he proposed and he's considering getting off to them? it's a new low even for him...

all these thoughts were still haunting him when he was jerking off like some horny 16 year old to cheap porn; 'but this is what you are, you're so pathetic, a new low hanagaki', he thought half-coherently while taking a big whiff off of your used baby blue underwear as he fucked his hand raw, letting out loud mewls and moans as he secretly hoped you'd suddenly walk through the door and catch him in the act and humiliate and berate him what a disgusting pervert he is~

perv!Hanma has no boundaries, like, zero. takemichi was at least feeling guilty, felt dirty after soiling your precious underwear with his cum but hanma? been there done that, you literally had to scold him because at some point you had literally no underwear left and when you confronted him he just send you a big dumb toothy grin and made a half-assed promise to stop yeah no

however, perv!Hanma's favourite thing in the world is fake banging/dry humping, and he can't even explain why, but if he had to guess it'd be the element of surprise and your squeak when you felt his strong hands on your hips and him rubbing on you <3

you really have to be on the watch out because this little shit has no shame, will fake bang you whenever you bend down be it at home or in public. and before you ask, no, scolding and pleading to stop absolutely won't stop him, if anything it will turn him on even more and he'll be twice as motivated to not only make himself cum but also you from the friction alone <33 and he always has that fucked out grin whenever he mounts you from behind, sometimes when he's really into it a little bit of drool slips past his lips as he sings praises about how amazing and beautiful you are and how if he could he'd do it all the time~<3

perv!shinichiro is a mix of those two, but still mostly takemichi's part :(( he can't help it! you're his first girlfriend and you're so so loving and amazing and beautiful so he doesn't want to rush anything, especially something as important as sex so you guys just stick to making out while cuddling and some light gropes <3 but unfortunately he's still only a mortal man, a man with urges, so he fantasizes and oh boy does he get wild

he purposefully gives you his shirts to wear, not only because you look absolutely adorable but also because these shirts will smell like you and when he's alone at night he can hold them up to his nose and imagine it's you who's holding him and jerking him off :( he always feels bad at the beginning of those 'sessions', he kind of feels as if he's taking advantage of your kindness and love, you always so readily accept his clothes with a bright smile and now he's masturbating to your scent :( but after the initial hesitation comes the pure burning pleasure he gets form imagining you jerking him off, of you riding him, your tits in his face and all :( also similiary to michi, he often fantasizes to you walking in on him and calling him a disgusting shameless pervert, he'd die and go to heaven if that ever happened <3 so, very quickly his fav fantasy became you walking in on him and poor shin begging you with lil tears in his eyes to please help him, he's so terribly turned on! and you agreeing to his pleads with a disgusted face but only to a hand job, and the thought of you looking at him with such distaste, touching his dick and gripping it as if it repulses you makes his cum so fucking hard he swears he almost passes out every time :((

#yeah :(#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #takemichi x reader #hanma x reader #shinichiro x reader

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 2 years

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Dreamy Outcomes

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JJ Maybank Version -> Reasons to Kiss You

Summary: After spending the day with JJ you decide to head home for the night, gaining enough energy to hangout with him the next day. During the night your mind can't help but fantasize what it might be like to have sex with you know who. Of course, him being your best friend and your feelings growing; it'd be hard to tell him. Instead of gaining the courage, you decide to ignore him the best you can but of course it's JJ so he makes it much more difficult.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

The dream will be in italics

Might be a tad bit SMUT

Warnings:

Sexual innuendos

Mentions of sex

JJ Maybank x-reader

JJ hovered over me, his hands resting on either side of my head. His eyes scanned over me with a smirk sitting on his face. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead as the two us stared at one another. "I gotta tell you, you look incredibly hot," JJ spoke, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. A small smile appeared on my face at the sound of his statement. JJ's lips found their way to the side of my neck yet again, leaving tender loving marks.

He grinned against my neck as I ran my hands through his messy blonde hair. JJ nipped at my skin, bringing my body to his; trying to keep me close at all times. His hand brushed against my thigh. I felt the feeling of his lips trail down my neck towards my collarbone. JJ reached towards the hem of my shorts, begging for me to remove the article of clothing.

I smirked and did as his motions asked for. JJ wrapped his arm around my waist so my legs straddled his lap. His hands sat on my hips, rubbing a thumb up and down. "No Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?" JJ commented. "Woah. Way to ruin the moment, J," I replied, chuckling softly. He gazed at me, taking in every inch of me; pushing a piece of hair away from my face.

Back to Reality:

My alarm blared on the bedside table, the bold lettering flickering a bright red color. A tired groan escaped me as I reached over to hit the top of the noisy clock. "I gotta tell you, you look incredibly hot," JJ's dreamy words echoed throughout my mind, bouncing from either side of my head. I felt my brain run through the dream over and over again, rewinding to see if I had missed anything.

I gulped down the rest of my water and tore the white comforter off of me. Before I could even step foot into my bathroom to take a quick shower, my cell phone began ringing from it's charger. Kiara's silly face appeared on the screen with 'Kiki' at the top as her profile name, referencing to her childhood nickname I decided for her. "Hey, Kiki," I greeted, bringing the phone up to my ear while I pulled out some clothes from my dresser.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said on the other side.

The boys could be heard arguing in the background, mainly consisting of JJ and John B making fun of Pope about something he did in middle school. Sarah shushed them. Kiara brought her attention back to me on the phone. "We're heading to pick you up in about five minutes. So, be ready," Kiara said. I nodded like she could see me.

"Oh!" Kiara exclaimed, "JJ said to wear that green bikini he likes, but if I were you; I wouldn't listen." I laughed and took out my favorite bikini, a matching yellow set that Sarah had gotten for me for my birthday. Kiara said her goodbye and hung up the phone with John B quickly shouting a farewell.

No matter how hard I tried to forget that dream, it still managed to seep it's way into my thoughts. I didn't bother to take a shower, already knowing that we were going to surf once the crew and I were together. I put on the matching bikini with a baseball cap, slipping on a brown pair of sandals once I was ready.

A loud honk sounded from the front of my house. My floral tote bag hung loose from my shoulder as I quickly made my way out of the house. John B sat in the driver's seat, his arm hanging out of the window. JJ sent me a wink once I closed the front door behind me. "Well hello there pretty lady," he greeted, swinging the Twinkie's door open.

My cheeks rose to a pink color at his statement. Kiara hopped out of the car to help me grab my surfboard from the shack my father had built last summer, he called it his greatest creation; disregarding me, his only child. I opened up the door and went to grab the board from the top shelf. "Hey, you alright?" Kie asked, leaning against the door frame. I furrowed my brows and nodded in response. "Why wouldn't I be?" I questioned.

She chuckled and grabbed the end of my board. The two of us stepped out of the shack, stopping amid the much needed cut lawn so I could close the door. I lifted the latch and set it into the lock. "Your cheeks haven't stopped being pink since JJ's comment, you've avoided eye contact with him, and...." Kiara said, using her fingers.

She followed me with her eyes as I picked up the board from the ground. John B hopped out of his adored van to help the two of us put my board with the others. "Kie, nothing is wrong. I just couldn't sleep last night, that's all," I responded with shrugged shoulders. She narrowed her eyes at me before stepping into the van, sitting beside Pope.

My nonbiological brother - John B - patted me on the shoulder to tell me that he had the board taken care of. I sat beside JJ just as he put his arm around my bare shoulders. "You're not wearing the green bikini," he commented, his eyes scanning my figure. I scoffed and shook my head. Kiara shot JJ a look before taking a sip of her ice tea.

"I like this one. Sarah got it for me," I responded, shrugging. Sarah twisted in her seat at the sound of her name. She gave me a pair of finger guns before looking at her her boyfriend who hopped into the driver's seat. He smirked and put the car into drive. "Alrighty, folks. Lets get this show on the road," he said, earning a fist bump from Sarah.

He pulled away from my house and turned up the music from the radio. JB tapped his fingers on the wheel to the melody of the song, Good Grief by Bastille to be exact. Sarah bopped her head back and forth, John B glancing at her with such admiration. I grinned at the two of them. Their relationship was adorable, the fact that the two of them could smile at each other without even saying a word just made me feel all giddy inside.

I longed for something like the two of them. Just watching Sarah and John be themselves, regardless of the rest of us judging them; well more like Pope and JJ judging them whereas Kiara and I adored it. With a few more songs blasting from the Twinkie, we finally made it to the beach we always went to.

Kiara and I hopped out first as we bolted to find a nice and shady spot. The two of us found a perfect area resting in between four palm trees. It's leaves let out a shady shape on the tan sand, just right for my friends and I. We leaned our boards against one tree before taking off our coverups.

I couldn't help but take notice of a certain Pogue's eyes landing on the back of my head. I quickly glanced over my shoulder to find JJ looking at me with a sly smirk on his face. Kiara flipped him off before grabbing my hand along with Sarah's.

My yellow and blue surfboard was tucked underneath my toned arm while we ran into the cool water. I shivered from the cool temperature of the ocean, but my goosebumps slowly faded away as I paddled beside Kiara and Sarah. Sarah stayed to the side to cheer me and Kiara on as we waited for the crisp waves to come our way.

Sarah was not really the best at surfing. Of course, we insisted on teaching her. She was getting there, but was still a little hesitant to take action on our favorite hobby. So, Sarah insisted on being our own little cheerleader. She reached up a hand and waved to the two of us.

I shook my head in amusement. Kiara motioned to a moderate sized wave just heading our way. I gave her the 'okay' to allow her to go first. Kie began paddling and made it to the tip of the wave, the turquoise tuffs reaching the back of her yellow board as she rode effortlessly.

"Yes! Go Kiara!" Sarah and I cheered, putting our hands around our mouths so our voices appeared louder. The boys had made it out a little bit deeper than the girls and I were. Just last year, as many surfers have, I had underestimated on how big a wave was; and happened to get a fistful of water up my mouth, causing me to get a bruise on my lower back from the side of my board.

I still have no freaking clue how that happened. Luckily, a hospital visit wasn't needed. However, the three boys were extremely concerned for a little bit but their worries slowly diminished.

A joyous grin appeared on my face as the sun beat down on me. I felt the cool wind brush against my hair, blowing it aside from time to time; slowly drying the top of my head. A little bit more waiting, and a wave began heading towards me.

Just in time, I was able to paddle quickly and ride the wave before it swallowed me and my board. My feet stayed planted on the top of my smooth board while one arm was out and the other at my side. I heard my friends cheer me on as I rode the wave.

During our whole surfing session, I hadn't thought about that unusual dream I had last night. However - not realizing it - I had been avoiding JJ the whole day. The two girls and I sat on our towels while the sunrays hitting our bodies. Kiara hummed to the tune of Island in the Sun by Weezer, one of our favorite bands among other ones.

The boys continued to surf with the occasional pushing Pope off his board from JJ and John B. Every once and awhile I could feel JJ's blue eyes meet me, but I continued to neglect his intent gaze. "Y/N, can't help but notice you ignoring your best friend," Sarah said, pushing her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose.

"I'm not ignoring him," I denied with my head still resting on top of the white towel.

I didn't need to pull my Ray bans off my face to know both Sarah and Kiara roll their eyes at my comment. Kiara stood up from her spot to make her way over to the cooler. She grabbed me and Sarah a bottle of water. I sat up and looked at her, swiftly opening up the lid of the plastic bottle.

"Then why are avoiding eye contact with him, not even bothering to say hello, and can't forget the glances he's giving you," Kiara stated as she leaned up against the palm tree with crossed arms but still holding her reusable water bottle.

A sigh escaped my lips as my mind wandered over to last nights dream. Would it hurt to tell my two friends? I mean, sure I've thought about dating JJ but it never occurred to me that those feelings would get in the way of our friendship.

My two best friends stared at me as they waited for a response. I raked a hand through my hair and sat up straighter, facing the two of them. "I had a dream about JJ last night," I stated truthfully. Kiara and Sarah shared a glance then looked back to me with raised brows.

Kiara waved her hand, motioning for me to continue my explanation. "A sexual dream," I added with a sigh. Sarah snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. Kiara glanced at Pope who glided across the waves without a trouble while the other two boys were having a splashing fight.

She laughed as John B managed to push JJ into the water, followed by JJ tackling his best friend practically brother. It grew quiet between my two friends and I. "JJ Maybank. The guy who literally just tried to drown his best friend," Kiara said, pointing to the blonde Pogue.

I nodded and looked down at the ground, staring at the different colors embedded into the sand. "Was it good, though?" Sarah finally asked. "Was what good?" I inquired with confusion, looking up from the hot and cold sand. "The sex. Was it good?" Kiara went on with Sarah's questions.

I grunted in frustration and stood up from my sandy towel, brushing off the muddy sand that had accumulated on my tan and freckled skin. Kiara watched me with her eyes as I stood there with my hands on my hips. "I-I think so," I stuttered. "You think so?" Sarah said with her head tilted.

"It was a dream. How the hell am I supposed to know that? It wasn't like I shifted realities and I could feel things!" I argued, waving my hands about. "So, what I've gathered, is you're ignoring JJ because you had a sex dream about him," Kiara said, putting emphasis on the word 'sex'.

I nodded my head instead of responding verbally. She let out a chuckle and set her now empty water bottle into her beach bag beside her. "You gonna tell him?" Sarah asked, grabbing her sunscreen bottle from the side pocket of her purse. I shook my head in response.

"Hell no."

The two of them jerked their heads to me. I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on! So, you're telling me that if you had a sex dream about someone, you'd go up tell that person?" I said with my hands. "Yes," the two of them answered in unison.

"And you wouldn't be worried about what they say?"

"Nope," Sarah shook her head.

"Nada," Kiara said.

"You two aren't helping," I pulled my hair into a pony tail with Kiara's claw clip. It grew silent yet again with just the three of us looking back to see how the boys were doing. "Did you like it? The dream, I mean," Kiara broke the silence.

I kicked the sand around, finding a small sea-shell buried underneath the sand. I reached down and picked it up. I ran my fingers over the thin ridges of the piece of nature. Sarah set the sunscreen bottle back into her bag. "I mean, I haven't really thought about. Kind of just been freaking out about the dream," I replied.

Sarah nodded and stood up from the ground. She walked over and stood in front of me, her arms at her side. "I think you should tell JJ," she said and ignored my reaction, "It might be good for the two of you. You can finally tell each other how you feel." I glanced back at the ocean to find JJ paddling to shore.

"Who knows, you might be Outer Bank's newest hit couple," Kiara commented, "Sarah and John B being the first."

Sarah turned around and winked at our friend. My eyes stayed on JJ as he walked back over to our spot with John B and Pope shortly following after. "What's the worst that could happen?" Kiara asked, standing by my side.

"Uh. A million things could happen, Kiki. He could hate me, not talk to me anymore. Oh, and maybe embarrass me in front of the whole island," I said. "He's been your bestfriend since fourth grade, he wouldn't do that," Kiara set her chin on my bare shoulder, "You should of all people know he wouldn't do that, he's too protective over you."

As much as I hated to admit it, Sarah and Kiara were right. If I continued to hold this dream in my head, it might as well tear me and my friendship up with JJ. For all I knew, JJ actually liked me back. The three boys set their boards beside one another. Pope grabbed the volleyball as John B went to follow him.

JJ plopped down on my towel with his arms now resting underneath his head. I continued to lean against the rough bark of the palm tree. Kiara and Sarah stared at me from the side. Kiara tilted her head to JJ who laid on my towel that was once dry, but now soaking wet from the water dripping from his body.

I crushed the water bottle up into a ball and dropped it into the trashcan. Sarah set a reassuring hand on my shoulder and shot me an encouraging smile. Kiara grabbed her hand and the two of them walked towards John B and Pope, which left JJ and I there alone.

'Here goes nothing,' I thought and pushed away my worries. I couldn't help but glance at JJ's toned body, the sun peaking through the trees' leaves to shine onto his blonde hair. "Hey, J," I said, "Can-Can we talk for a second?" He slipped his sunglasses from his face and looked up at me as I stood there, fiddling with my bracelets.

JJ jumped up from his spot once he noticed the nervous expression landing on my face. "Yeah, yeah. Did you run into Rafe? You okay?" he bombarded me with questions, probably overjoyed that I had actually spoken to him apart from this morning in the Twinkie. Kiara and Sarah stood beside Pope and John B.

Sarah reached up and gave me a thumbs up with Kiara shooting me a wink. I gave myself a mini pep talk and turned to look at JJ who was already gazing at me. "Let's take a walk and I'll explain," I suggested.

JJ nodded and picked up his hat from the ground, flattening down his damp hair before putting the red and grey hat on. Our arms brushed up against each other as we walked along the shore line. "Okay," I sighed, "I had a dream last night, and...." My sentence trailed while I tried to gather up words that would somewhat make sense.

My best friend - now crush I guess - looked down at me with his brows raised. His hands remained in the pockets of his swim trunks. He kicked sand as we walked, making sure I wouldn't step on any sharp shells or maybe even a crab and or jellyfish. "What was the dream about?" he inquired.

I gulped again and glanced up at the sky, quickly admiring the clouds flying over the sun for a quick moment before going back to gliding about. Seagulls chirped as they flew above JJ and I. I stopped walking and stood in front of my crush.

"It was about you," I said slowly, taking a breath in between each word. He nodded with a slight smirk appearing on his tanned face. An uncomfortable silence settled between the two of us. "What were we doing in this dream?" JJ asked.

He stepped closer, our face inches from each other but not by much since he was much taller than me. I could tell that he was getting more confident by the minute, which made this easier oddly enough. "Well..." I led him on and stepped away. I heard him grunt from behind me, soon following after me like a lost puppy.

"Long story short, we were in the middle of having-"

"Sex," he interrupted.

I bit my lip and shook my head, arms swaying at my side. From over his shoulder I could see our friends continuing to play an intense game of volleyball. It looked liked Kiara and Sarah were winning. "Listen, Y/N/N. If this is your way of telling me that you like me, then...." he didn't finish his sentence as he waited for my attention. I looked back at him with raised brows.

JJ set a finger underneath my chin and brought my lips to his. JJ Maybank was kissing me! The one guy that I never thought I'd kiss. The kiss grew more passionate as seconds ticked by. JJ's hands sat on my waist as my arms remained around his neck.

The kiss deepened once he pulled me close to him. We broke for air and stared in awe at each other, not thinking that this moment would soon happen. "This is not how I thought this conversation was gonna go," I stated. He chuckled and set a loose strand of ocean soaked hair behind my ear.

JJ glimpsed over his shoulder to see what our friends were doing which was not paying any attention to him and I. He turned back to me with our arms still around one another. "Race ya," I said quickly, tearing me from his grasp and bolting towards our friends.

JJ fleetly picked me from the ground, sand flying from behind my feet. Kiara, John B, Pope, and Sarah looked away from their fierce game of volleyball and cheered at JJ and I. He finally let me down to Earth with my arms around his shoulders.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey, hotstuff," he winked.

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nctrice · 3 years

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Professor Jaehyun x Female Reader

Rating: 18+🛑

Word count: 2K

Content: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dominant Jaehyun, praising, teacherxstudent, dilf Jaehyun, slight public intercourse

Disclaimer: I do not own Jung Jaehyun nor claim him in any sort of way. This Fanfiction is made up out of pure imagination and is strictly just fiction.

A/N: this is my first time writing for this tumblr platform and please give strict constructive advice if needed! Thanks!

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"Gosh he's hot!" I whispered under my breath gazing upon the dilf himself, Mr.Jung or in other words my calculus professor.

He stood tall and confident in front of the oddly huge white board, broad shoulders facing the class until he eventually turns around to ask a random student to answer the question that I had yet to even realize what it was. He swiftly scans the multiple rows of seats depicting who had been paying attention and who hasn't. I slowly began to sink in my seat avoiding be called on at any cost.

"Ah, y/n! I see you there! Come up here and answer this question for the class." He demands in a polite manner.

I had no problem with it of course, until he said to come forth. This is a first he's ever asked anyone to write the actual answer. My heart pounds within my chest, praying I don't make a fool of myself walking down or back up these unnecessarily wide stairs.

Mr.Jung steps aside and greets me with his well known charming smile. The amount of times this man alone has made me want scream to knock all the built up nerves out of my body. He made me feel more than just butterflies, I couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"Need help?" Mr.Jung folds his arms stepping closer.

"N-no thank you, I'm sure I got it."

My hands fumbled to reach for the dry erase marker he held out for me. It was a bit warm considering he's been holding it for more than half the class. I took a quick glance at the question, immediately regretting what I said. I did indeed need help, and I don't got it. I'm sure he could tell I was hesitating as my finger sits comfortably above my top lip.

'here goes nothing.' I thought before writing what I thought was the right answer. Mr.Jung examined the question, "close but not quite. The answer was -9, you forgot to subtract this which why you got -2. Try another easy one similar to this."

Bullshit. This question didn't look no where as easy. If I mess up again oh well, it's not like he'd pop out with another question to further embarrass me. As I thought long and hard about the problem, it began to feel like it was just us two. Him applying an uncomfortable amount of pressure with just the distance between us and me panicking underneath his anticipated stare.

"Not quite right neither, it'd be best for you to stay after class you seem to be having a lot of troubles."

Mr.Jung wiped the whiteboard free of any writing once I answered the last question and moved on with his lessons. I barely made it to the first step before he had wrote the next problem to briefly go over thanks to me. His words far more stern and exaggerated in attempt to sub me. Out of my entire time being in his class this had been the most I've ever seen this man share eye contact. Yet, it wasn't sweet and kind, more like curiosity had taken over and he couldn't get why I answered both questions incorrectly.

That exact thought had been on his mind throughout the rest of the class. A part of him felt anxious to know what it was that made me fumble at the problem that he knew I could solve perfectly fine on my own.

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"Alright you all have a great rest of your afternoon and please do study for this upcoming test. It'll be more than 40% of your grade!" Mr.Jung announced as the classroom flooded out the doors, All except one person.

"Ms.l/n,"

He heaved a deep sigh, shoving his hands into his almost too tight dress pants pocket. He paced around his desk before sitting directly on the rounded edge. He looked dramatically intimidating, like he wanted to degrade you the moment he could.

"Is everything okay? You're normally really good with math. It hurt me to see you troubled with such an easy question."

My hands couldn't help but fiddle with the zipper sewed into my bag. How was I supposed to tell my teacher that he was the problem. Not in any sort of bad way, and not in any good way neither.

"Yeah I'm fine, just had a rough week." I lied.

"You seem kind of tense. Am I making you uncomfortable?" He innocently spoke while his eyes examined my body for some type of body language.

My knees buckled, hands folding anything to keep me calm, and not mentioning my blushed face. I was 100% sure that my face was completely flushed a crimson red. There was no denying it.

He didn't wait for an answer, and simply lowered his curtain covering the window then locked the door. I was unsure of what his intentions were but my mind was far off somewhere it shouldn't be regarding the fact that I'm just his student. The thought of him shoving all of his folders and papers off his desk and pinning me clouded my mind. My dying fantasy to have the slightest interaction that no other girl has ever had with him.

"I'm all ears. That's if you're comfortable with telling me of course." He knocked me into reality as I began to feel guilty for thinking negatively of his intentions.

"I'm not sure I can be completely honest." I mumbled beneath my breath breaking eye contact.

"And why is that?"

Mr.Jung held his arm out for me to grab. With little to no hesitation at all, I placed my hand in his. His thumb grazes over my knuckles a fee times until his eyes darted up towards mine.

"Cause I'm in no sort of position to have such thoughts."

I simply remove my hand from his grip feeling the tense sensation overwhelm me once again building up the need to put an end to this. He sensed it immediately.

"Turn around."

"Huh?"

"I'm not gonna say it again." His voice had more depth and demand stringing to it.

I did exactly what he said, no questions asked. His hands set firmly on my shoulders guiding me closer towards him until I felt the warmth radiating off of his body and onto mine. His thumb running deep circles into my shoulder blades releasing the tension that remained.

"Now tell me what position you feel you need to be in."

His hands made its way to my spine tracing all the way down to my waist before kneading my lower back.

"Missionary?"

"That can work too but I meant regarding to what you said. What position do you need to be in to have such dirty thoughts?"

By now, you were inches away from in between his legs, as much as I wished to be in this dearest situation, my first instinct was to freeze up. Was this really happening?

"I'm just your student. The things I want to do will ruin your career." I admitted.

He hummed at my answer willingly holding my waist and pulling me directly into his lap. I felt the slightest bulge poking me through my thin leggings. His head rested onto my right shoulder sending shivers down my back.

"There's nothing wrong with the student getting a little extra lesson with chemistry." He bluntly stated right beneath my ear.

I began to feel throbbing and anticipation between my legs. Or maybe I had just noticed it now. His hands ventured from my waist toward the hem of my leggings, thumb pushing past my leggings and rubbing the outline of my panties. My stomach bursted with butterflies under his touch. He bit his lips as he felt the smooth lace of my underwear.

"Good choice Ms.l/n," he huskily whispered.

"Tell me about how you fantasize about me in explicit detail if you would."

My chapped lips parted realizing a deep breath I held in since he began to touch me in the ways I haven't yet imagined. His fingers trailed down to palm my womanhood gently creating the knot in my stomach.

"You had me alone like now, desperately removing everything off the desk to pin me down. Ripping my shirt in half as you cupped my boobs. One hand busy playing with my nipples, the other rubbing rough circles on my clit as you told me come."

He chuckled in response as he removed his hand from me and remained silent. As much as I wanted to turn around a catch a glimpse of his face, I was already too embarrassed sharing my intimate dreams with him.

He bit his lips dauntingly, "can I?"

"What?"

"Can I make that dream a reality?"

He slightly nibbled onto my ear, heat fuming from my dripping core soaking my panties by the second. I silently nodded afraid to speak at all. "I want to hear you say it, can I touch you?"

"Yes, Mr.Jung."

"Good girl, just for this I'll allow you to call me Jaehyun okay baby?"

I nodded once again holding back the whimpers threatening to leave my lips. His hands rubbed my ass gently getting rough within seconds, groping me every chance he got. The bulge teasingly poked at my core as he undid his pants lowering his draws enough to let his member spring free; slowly stroking himself onto my ass. Jaehyun grunted as the friction increased. His fingers tugged the the hem of my leggings sliding them down to my knees locking them in place.

"Damn you're sexy." He moaned taking in the sight of my now exposed ass. He stroked himself aggressively before tracing my spine with his fingers and bending me over. His other hand pushing my panties to the side as he inserted double digits into my soaked core curling his fingers and his thumb circled my clit. My breath became unstable panting like there was no tomorrow. My walls clenched amongst his digits fighting the urge to come. "Mhmm I-I can't hold it." I moaned balling my fists up against my knees for support. He took his digits out sucking every ounce making sure I heard the slurping noise before he lined himself at my entrance.

I inhaled a sharp breath as he entered his tip inside me. I had no clue how big he was but felt my walls adjusting to the girth of him. I bit my lip, holding back from the moans. His hands firmly placed on my hips as he shoved the rest of his large length inside me. I let out a small gasp followed with hitched breaths as his length reached what felt like my cervix. "Shh, you don't want no one to hear you don't you?" He whispered stopping in his tracks for a split second. He pulled almost all the way out coated with your juices only just to shove his length in back in reaching spots he may have missed.

"Oh fuck." Jaehyun groaned thrusting sluggishly. My walls clenched around him causing his grip to tighten on my waist. Tears streaming down my face in pleasure. He picked up the pace being careful enough to refrain from making any clapping noises. As much as he want to rail me until my eyes rolled back and seen stars he couldn't, not in this environment. Yet it was still enough to satisfy the both of our needs. Soft whimpers were the only thing he'd allow out of my mouth, anything louder than that he'd immediately pull out as a sign of punishment. His hand left my waist grabbing fistfuls of my hair and yanking it to see my fucked out facial expressions.

"Jaehyun." I breathed out as he rammed into me.

"Ms.l/n, you dirty little slut of mine, Ms.l/n you feel so good taking all my length in your wet pussy." He groaned aggressively in my ear pounded into me completely forgetting the fact that we were in his classroom. ~

"Ms.l/n! Please stop zoning out in my class!" Mr.Jung semi-shouts jolting me out of my day dream. I immediately fixed my posture examining the dozens of eyes all drawn towards me including Mr.Jeong. He cocked an eyebrow at me before running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"See me after class." He demanded and continued on with his lesson. And just like that, I added on to my series of fantasies with my Calculus professor.

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- seventeen -

"So, that's it," Taka says, once he finishes recounting the afternoon's events. "I wasn't trying to be a hero or anything. It just sort of happened."

Seiji is quiet for a several seconds, and neither one of them looks at the other. At last, he says, "I'm sorry, dude. You were right. It's not gossip."

"It's good you weren't there," Taka tells him. "I'm glad you're with me now, but..."

"Yeah," Seiji says. "But, it's gonna be okay this time. You helped him, and he's gonna be fine, right? It's not going to be like it was with... with her."

"Tsubaki," Taka says. "We should say her name more."

Seiji nods. "We should, but it's hard."

"I know."

"I think about her a lot," Seiji says. "Like, I still have nightmares and everything. I've done a lot of first response stuff up there, but that was the worst thing I've ever been through. I couldn't work with Mountain Patrol any more after that."

"I think we all understood why you couldn't do it any more."

"The only way it would've been worse is if it'd been you or Yuri instead of her," Seiji says. "Or somebody from our families."

"It could've easily been me or Yuri. We all used to do the expert run."

"I don't think Yuri does it any more."

"Not unless Victor's with him," Taka confirms. "But I don't think Victor likes it. I think he'd rather that Yuri stays on the easier trails. And he doesn't even know what happened. Or maybe he does, but Yuri never mentioned if he ever told Victor about it."

"Victor probably knows," Seiji says. "I'm pretty sure Yuri tells him everything. Besides, Yuri wasn't as close to her... to Tsubaki as we were. I don't know if he felt it like we did. Besides, he wasn't there."

"I wasn't there either."

"Yeah, but you were with me here at the hospital. We were both there when she..." His voice catches, and he tries again. "We were both there to say goodbye."

"This is probably going to sound stupid and kind of off-topic," Taka says, "But, she was my first real crush."

Seiji glances sideways at him and gives him a cheeky little smile. "Mine too. Probably half the boys in our class would've said the same."

"When we graduated, and she said we could call her by her given name, I thought I was going to burst from happiness," Taka recalls. "The fact that she actually wanted to be our friend and not just our former teacher was..." He allows the sentence to fade away unfinished, because he can't come up with the words to describe accurately enough how he'd felt in the moment when Miss Yamada, his homeroom teacher for his final year of senior secondary school became Tsubaki, his friend and mentor.

She'd told both him and Seiji forthrightly, from the beginning, that she was not interested in any kind of relationship with them beyond friendship, but that she was more than pleased to be their friend. Taka had appreciated that. As much as he might have fantasized about a romance with her when they'd first met as student and teacher, knowing it would never happen in real life made it easier to set those thoughts aside when school was finished and they were able to interact freely as adults and friends.

He remembers how she used to come to the book café where he works, order a hot chocolate, and then curl up her favourite chair by the window. Sometimes she'd stay there for hours in the evening, working on something for school. If she stayed until closing time, she'd wait outside while the staff locked up, and then Taka would walk her home.

He has so many memories of things they did together, usually in a group of five that included Yuri, and Tsubaki's best friend Mei. Their favourite pastimes included skating, movies at the cinema, visits to museums and art galleries, trips to the lake, or just hanging out at someone's house and playing video games or watching TV. Sometimes they took the train to Kyoto for a day of shopping or sightseeing. Once, Tsubaki had suggested a road trip, and they'd all squeezed into her little car, and then spent the day at a festival in another town.

Tsubaki loved snowboarding, and they often hit the slopes together as well. She was a daredevil and would try things that the boys were reluctant to do. Except for Seiji, of course. He'd try anything, and Taka is certain that his adventurous spirit was part of the reason he'd been closer with Tsubaki than the rest of them were. They understood each other on a fundamental level and perhaps, given time, her resolve not to be in a relationship with any of them would've crumbled for Seiji.

More than anything, Taka remembers sunny afternoons in Tsubaki's kitchen, simply sitting at the table with cups of tea and talking about life. Tsubaki was easy to talk to, and Taka felt as if he could've told her anything. She never judged him, never treated him like a child even though to her, he probably seemed like one sometimes. In the grand scheme of things, seven years' difference in age probably wasn't much, but when he was eighteen and she was twenty-five, it'd sometimes seemed like a lot.

She was twenty-nine when she died. He and Seiji had been twenty-two. He shakes his head, startled to realize it's already been three years since she passed.

The day it happened was beautiful and sunny. It was a Saturday, and Taka was at work, counting the hours until his shift ended and he could go up the mountain with his snowboard. He was happy that he'd been on the early shift. When he got off at half-past twelve, that gave him the whole afternoon to play.

It'd been just a few minutes before noon when Taka's supervisor came out of the kitchen to tell him he had a phone call. Staff weren't allowed to use their phones during their shift, so friends and family members knew to phone the café directly if they needed to reach someone urgently.

Taka recalls being excited about getting a call at work, because his older sister Aiko had been due to give birth any day, and he imagined it was his mother phoning with the happy news. However, when he picked up the phone in the kitchen and identified himself, it was not his mother who replied. It was Seiji, crying so hysterically that Taka could barely understand him. As far as Taka knew, Seiji hadn't cried since he was a kid, and even then, it'd never sounded like that.

Seiji managed to tell him that Tsubaki had been in a snowboarding accident, that he'd been working with the mountain patrol that day, and he'd had no idea it was her until he and the others had gotten there. The fully-trained paramedic on the team thought she'd broken her neck, and she'd been rushed off to the hospital. Seiji hadn't been allowed to accompany them, as much as he'd begged to, and he was nothing short of distraught by the time he'd gotten around to calling Taka to explain what happened.

Taka was grateful that his boss had let him leave work early, once he'd told her the situation. He'd arrived at the hospital to find Seiji curled up on a sofa in the lobby, looking for all the world like a lost child. Mei wasn't there, and through tears, Seiji said that Tsubaki's parents were on their way from Tokyo, but wouldn't arrive for several hours.

In the end, her parents had arrived too late. The best Taka can say about the circumstances in hindsight is that Tsubaki hadn't been alone at the end. They'd both been with her, holding her hands even though the doctor said she likely couldn't feel it.

At her funeral, the boys had each carried a bouquet of white camellias, the flowers whose name she shared, and which she'd always loved so much. They'd each placed half the flowers next to her, and afterward they'd brought the other half up the mountain and laid them in the snow at the top of the expert snowboarding trail.

Of all of them, Tsubaki's passing had affected Seiji the most. He'd been training as a paramedic, and he’d sometimes talked about wanting to take flying lessons and get his pilot’s license so he could fly a rescue helicopter, but after that day, it seemed he'd lost his ambition and his will to do anything. As for Taka, he'd nearly given up snowboarding. He didn't go near the mountain for months. Just the thought of it had made him feel shaky and nauseous. It'd been Yuri who'd finally coaxed him back to the slopes; timid little Yuri, who'd worked up the courage to say he missed snowboarding with him and asked if he'd please come out and at least try the intermediate run with him just once.

It'd felt like a slow road back to normalcy, but eventually he made it. It was a new normal, to be sure, but he discovered that life went on, even in the face of a crushing loss.

"You ever wonder what she'd be doing now?" Seiji asks, his voice inserting itself into Taka's reverie.

"Maybe she'd be waiting here with us," Taka says. "She would've came if you'd asked her."

"She would've came here for you, too. She loved you like a little brother, I think."

"I think she loved you in a different way."

Seiji nods. "Maybe she did. Watcher knows, I wanted her to. She said she didn't want that, but I always wondered if things might've changed over time."

"Maybe," Taka says.

"That was literally the worst day of my life, you know," Seiji says. "The absolute worst part was how helpless I felt. Like, we did everything we could, and it wasn't enough. We couldn't save her. Nobody could."

"The important thing to remember is that you did everything you could," Taka tells him. "I know it's cold comfort, but nobody can do miracles."

"I know," Seiji said. "I wish I could."

"I get that," Taka says. "It'd be nice to be able to say a magic spell and instantly make everything right, wouldn't it? I know it's not the same, but I wished I could do that today, too."

"It's not the same, but that doesn't make it any less valid," Seiji points out. "I mean, yeah, he's a stranger, but that doesn't mean he's not important. And nobody's gonna say you're not compassionate, so..." He spreads his hands in a gesture that seems to imply it goes without saying that Taka's feelings make complete sense to him. "Anyway, he's going to be fine, and he'll think of a really awesome way to show his gratitude, and we'll probably all be going to your wedding next summer."

Despite himself, Taka laughs. "Let's not rush it. Let's find out if he even remembers me, first."

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