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junicult · 10 months

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What do you think the bachelors prefer more, Ass or Tits? I'm just curious what you think

!! which bachelors prefer your boobs / ass

contains ; nsfw! reader is implied to have a curvier body. some smut. some fluff. fem!farmer. the words boobs & butt are used. (1) mention of f!receiving oral. not proofread / probably missing some tags.

note ; ahh, the age old question.

harvey.

- he couldn’t care less what you have under your clothes.

- that being said…boobs.

- during sex, in general he doesn’t really like when he can’t see you / your face.

- doggy style isn’t his favorite, not because it doesn’t feel good but because it doesn’t feel like he’s focused on you. he wants to see you, he doesn’t like the way it makes him feel like he’s not having sex with you.

- he’s already a big fan of missionary. he loves when he can really be in the moment w you.

- …and ur boobs just so happen to be right in front of him.

- the soft bounce, how they fit in his palms, and overall just how they look. he likes them, okay🤷‍♀️

- he’s never outright said it, though. if u asked he might but i doubt it.

- he doesn’t want to objectify you like that. it’s not like he looks at you and thinks how much better your tits look then anything else.

- it’s just obvious.

- wear a low cut shirt and his eyes might wander. i’m just saying.

sam.

- i literally can’t decide. i’m serious i have no idea.

- i just love the thought of him being obsessed with you (like a good husband should) so even if he was asked the question, he couldn’t answer!!!

- “hey babe, do you like my tits or ass more?” and he’ll ponder on it like you asked him what the meaning of life was.

- he loves your boobs because they’re soft, he likes resting his head on them, and holding them under your shirt whenever you lay together (yes he does that).

- he loves your butt because…well it looks nice. he likes looking at it lmfao.

- it’s just as soft and fits nice in his hands when he pulls you in to kiss you sometimes.

- it’d be funny if you actually asked him, cus he’d still be thinking about it hours later.

- ur laying in bed together, his cheek is resting on your chest and he’ll just mumble, “i think your boobs might be the answer.”

- and if u bend over in front of him to pick up something on the floor, he’ll just sigh and say, “maybe it’s your butt…?”

- like MOVE ON!! IT’S BEEN DAYS😭😭😭

shane.

- might be controversial…but boobs.

- he loves ur boobs, and all for the previously stated reasons.

- he’s a little more openly a pervert then anyone else💀

- he’ll stare at ur boobs mid conversation, and will just look up at you like nothing happened.

- lol if u guys were arguing or something, and you catch him looking, you’ll just stop and say, “i’m sorry, were they saying something?”

- he just chuckles, “yeah, i think they were agreeing with you.”

- he knows time and place tho. if the argument is more of a fight, he doesn’t have time to stare💀💀

- he also loves the way they feel, how soft they are when he squeezes them.

- and in general your tits can easily get him hard if that’s your goal.

- he likes to bite them, suck on them, squeeze them, fuck them. they’re pretty & he enjoys feeling them up.

- don’t even get me started on when u wear jewelry that dangles right into your cleavage.

- he’s way too horny to just ignore it.

- needless to say, you’ve given him a titjob before 😇

sebastian.

- he’ll never admit it.

- and he definitely loves both, i promise.

- it’s a close second…but i think he likes ur ass more.

- in general, i don’t think he actually dwells on that stuff. he thinks it’s silly, and stupid because he loves you no matter what you have.

- i don’t even think he’s ever even given it in-deep thought.

- if we’re talking non-sexual, he might prefer your boobs only because they’re so versatile 😊

- he’s just like any other guy: he wants to lay between them with your arms wrapped around him while he naps.

- he’ll hold them while you spoon. he’s no different then anyone else.

- but when he’s horny, and he’s looking at your body sexually, he might like your ass a bit more.

- it’s sorta obvious in the way he’ll get hard so quickly if you turn around to take off ur pants in front of him lmfao.

- he runs on auto pilot when ur ass is in front of him, i’m just sayin.

- he’ll definitely want to squeeze it, especially when you’re sitting on his lap.

- or when he’s fucking you from behind, he’s addicted to the way you arch into him, and the way your skin ripples when his hips slam into yours.

- he’s pretty lanky, & something abt ur phat ass just drowning him makes him a little excited. i’ll say it.

- if you ever asked, he’d probably just say, “i dunno, i like them both.”

- and if you told him you think he likes ur ass more, he’ll just shrug and say, “i guess so.”

- he really doesn’t gaf.

alex.

- ughhhhh

- i feel like this one kinda depends on whichever you have more of.

- he’s not a pig (anymore.) it’s not like he’s married to you because of your cup size.

- he likes all of you, not just your body.

- he’s also not picky!! i’m just saying, if his ex had larger boobs when you have a larger ass—that literally means nothing to him.

- it’s your boobs and your ass that sexually attracts him. not anyone else’s.

- and also, if you don’t have larger boobs or a larger ass, he doesn’t care either.

- he’ll still smack your ass if you walk past him, and eye ur tits in a tank top.

- if u have larger boobs, he’s definitely wanting to moterboat them😭😭😭

- he likes to hold them, press them together and squeeze them whenever u give him the chance.

- he acts like they’re the first pair of tits he’s ever seen.

- and if your ass is larger, dw, he’s unrelenting.

- his hands will always wander whenever you give him even just a quick kiss.

- he’ll give it a little squeeze and grin at you like he didn’t.

- …he’ll eat u out from the back just so ur ass is in his face🫣

- but the thing is, no matter what you have larger or less of, he’s still doing all of these things 😭

elliot.

- is there a third option?

- i’m not abt to say personality, bc obviously all of these men love your personality. they’re grown adults, they’re not married to u bc of ur body.

- if we bring thighs into the mix, then i might have to rewrite some things (sdv men love thighs it’s canon.)

- it’s impossible to tell if he actually did have a preference because of the way he treats you so delicately.

- like, if he did prefer your ass, all you would have to show for it was when his hand would already be resting on your lower back, before he moved to just cup one of your cheeks (lol)

- or your boobs, when he’d gently kiss over your heart as a sign of affection.

- if we’re heading towards sexual, i still think he doesn’t have a favorites

- he does everything in his power to show every bit of you as much love as he can.

- you’re perfect to him, and he wants you to know that.

- he doesn’t wanna potentially make you insecure if you know he prefers your boobs, which you have less of then your ass, or vise versa.

- he loves all of you, and he’ll absolutely prove it.

psa: pls take this lightheartedly, i don’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings. it’s all in good fun!!

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keii-starz · 8 months

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congrats! how about “angel who one day appeared to me” with vil pls?

"Angel who one day appeared to me"

character included: vil!

100 followers event

summary: you try out an idea you got to attempt to quell Vil's worries about you getting sick

author's notes: I'm so sorry you had to wait for a while!!! I barely had the time to write until now, and I also got writer's block along the way! I do hope you enjoy it, tho! :")

(already established relationship)

divider credits to: @/saradika !!

It was a cold, rainy day. Though the rain was light enough to be called a shower, Vil still worried you’d be able to get sick. He seemed to be more worried about you, than himself. You tried to shake his worries off, however; it didn’t seem to work. Then, you had an idea. Though, you didn’t think it’d shrug off his worries completely, you thought it’d at least give a bit of reassurance. Besides, even if it didn’t work, it was still worth a try, right?

You gently pulled Vil further outside, intertwining your fingers together, as you enthusiastically held his hand. The rain fell on you, just as it was; like a gentle shower. Your hair was getting wet, so Vil, of course, couldn’t help but worry. You had a jacket on, and gave Vil your umbrella to hold, so he wouldn’t get wet. Even with a jacket on, still, you managed to get wet. You weren’t worried, though.

Locking your hands with his, you started to dance with him, then you started, “Vil. You needn’t worry, because you’re so angelic, that; even if I do fall sick, I would already feel so blessed with you there by my side. You’d be there with me, to take care of me, and you’d just…be there with me. You’re an angel who one day appeared to me. But, I’m sure that, with you by my side, I might not even get sick.”

You two stopped your moment in the rain. You were both laughing and smiling at each other, though Vil usually wasn’t a person prone to mistakes, he dropped the umbrella and while dancing, you both made quite a few mistakes. But it didn’t matter. Because the two of you were having fun, and with each other, at that. That’s what matters, even if you both did get quite a bit drenched while doing so, too.

The next few days, you both were miraculously, completely fine. “See? I told you,” you exclaimed, excitedly, as if it were a bet you had won. Still, you were both quite astonished. Maybe it was a miracle indeed, or perhaps, magic, even if you had none. You weren’t actually sure, but you were happy to have proven your point, and Vil’s worries were dispelled.

author's notes 2!: I also happen to not get sick in the rain, for some reason!! like I could just run around in the rain, and be perfectly fine, lol

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lewisthot · 2 years

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hate II

summary: seeing each other for the first time, you don’t know what will happen rating: 18+ words: 4.9k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this is a long one, a little degradation so let me know what you think, would appreciate thoughts and feedback! cred for gif @l8tof1 read part 1 here

ever since the party you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about lewis, he had left you with hickeys every day you’d look at them and it’d transport you back to that night. you had succumbed to signing onto your finsta to watch his insta story not that he would’ve noticed if you were watching from your main but you didn’t wanna take the risk. you were curious as to where he was, what he was doing not because you cared - you still very much despised the man but you needed to know when he’d be back in town when you’d see him again and you couldn’t ask your mutual friends, they’d think it’s weird you care about his coming and goings.

you didn’t have to wonder for long tho, getting an invite for a dinner hosted by him. now you might think it’s weird but even though you couldn’t stand each other you both were civil in front of your mutual friends and invited each other to whatever was planned that included the group. you thought about what you were going to wear, you wanted to look sexy but not like you were trying too hard. this was the first time you were going to see each other since that night you let him degrade you, you were annoyed at how submissive to him you had been - he had the upper hand and you weren’t gonna let him. it was the night of the dinner and you arrived fashionably late, knocking on his door you fidgeted oddly anxious.

‘hi, you’re late’ he opened the door with a smile that could melt the coldest hearts but not yours, it was irritating.

‘you gonna let me in?’

‘idk, why should i?’

‘lewis!…’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance, pulling out your phone. ‘i guess i’ll just text the group chat that you won’t let me in’

‘damn, are you always such a brat?’

‘stop calling me that!’

he leaned down to your ears whispering ‘why? does it turn you on?’ you slapped his chest, shoving him, you couldn’t believe the audacity. finally stepping aside he let you in walking you to the bar, dinner hadn’t started yet. you greeted all your friends before walking over to the bar where lewis was.

‘what can i get for you?’

‘i can make my own drinks like i’d ever trust a drink from you?’

‘what do you think i’m gonna do? spike you? if i remember correctly i don’t need anything to get you to spread your legs for me.

you took in a sharp inhale, trying not to explode. what really angered you was the fact he wasn’t wrong and he was gonna rub it in your face.

‘fuck you’

‘you already did like a desperate slut’

he chuckled making you a pornstar martini throughout this interaction, he knew it was your favourite cocktail even going as far as to buy passion fruit for the dressing. why he made this effort he didn’t know, you certainly didn’t deserve it.

‘here’ handing you your cocktail, you took a sip how did he know your favourite cocktail?

‘how do you know i like a pornstar martini?’

‘because i know you’re basic and predictable’

‘sure or maybe you’re obsessed with me and watch my every move like a stalker freak’

‘you would like that wouldn’t you, you think you’re such hot shit’

‘yeah, i am’ and with that you walked away, joining your friends.

finally, time to sit and eat, he’d placed a name card for seating and for whatever reason you had ended up next to him. you sighed internally, ‘pull yourself together!’ you thought to yourself, you can’t let him know how much he pissed you off. you weren’t the only one caught by surprise, your friend pointing it out.

‘i didn’t place y/n next to me, someone has clearly rearranged the name cards’

your friends giggled, ‘you were so civil last month at my party. think of it like exposure therapy soon enough you’ll stop hating each other’ your other friends laughed, the notion ridiculous. you don’t know why but i bothered you that he didn’t want you next to him.

surprisingly you both remained civil for most of the night, you ate, drank and shared laughs with your friends till there was a lull in the conversation. he turned to you as you picked at your dinner, you didn’t mind eating vegan food but you were a picky eater.

‘are you a child? stop playing with your food’

‘stop watching me eat’

'don't play with your food then.'

'shut up.' without thinking you kicked him.

‘ouch! such a child' you wanted to kick him again but he already had your leg caged in with his.

‘let go of my leg’

‘will you behave?’

‘fuck off’

he let go but you weren’t done, you slipped your heel off, lifting your leg you pressed your foot into his crotch. his eyes widen choking on his food, you suppressed your laugh bringing your foot down. you ran your legs up his multiple times, pressing your foot into this crotch every time he spoke. he shot you a deathly glare but you didn’t care, when you start to knead his crotch that’s when he lost it, grabbing your foot to still you, his hold too firm you couldn’t escape.

he leaned in whispering, ‘you get me hard and you’re gonna have to take care of it’

‘oh shut up, if you want me to suck on your cock ask nicely’

you giggled at the annoyance on his face, maybe you shouldn’t have been rubbing his crotch but now that the line had been crossed, you just saw it as another way to mess with him. he let go of your leg allowing you the chance to slip away, heading to the bathroom. hearing a knock on the door you shouted out, 'just a minute!' you opened the door to find lewis.

‘ugh’ he grabbed you by the waist pushing you back into the bathroom.

‘you think you can get me hard and get away with it?’

you swallowed hard, he had you pinned against the bathroom wall his hand holding your chin, your pussy already throbbing.

‘fuck off’

‘not answering the question’

‘do i need to fuck the brat out of you again?’ he held your chin tracing his thumb over your lips, opening your mouth slightly lewis slipped his thumb in. sucking on his thumb your heart was racing, breathing shallow, the tension thick he pulled you in for a passionate kiss his hands on your ass you wrapped your arms around his neck jumping into his embrace. he walked over to the bathroom countertop sitting you down. he unzipped his trousers pulling out his hard cock pushing aside your panties he pushed his cock into your waiting hole, you moaned against his lips gripping the counter as lewis thrusted into you. opening your leg wider you arched your back as his pace quickened. you snaked a hand between your bodies seeking out your throbbing clit, lewis had decided he wasn't going to let you cum a punishment for being a brat, grabbing your wrist.

'oh you don't get to cum, this is about me and like the slut you are you're gonna let me use you'

'fuck lewis!'

'turn around, i want you to watch me fuck you like the whore you are.'

pulling out, you turned around facing the bathroom mirror he pulled your dress up slamming back into your soaked pussy, you couldn't help it but you let out a load moan.

'you want everyone to hear what a fucking you are? just a fucking hole for me to fill up'

you bit your bottom lip trying to hold back your moans, lifting one of your leg onto the counter giving him the perfect angle to get nice and deep, grabbing your arms he pinned them behind your back as he continued to slam into your pussy. he had complete control of your body now watching as he used your hole it turned you on, it felt almost primal, his thrusts soon becoming sloppy as he groaned into your ear you knew he was close to climax.

'fuck, i'm gonna cum!'

with one last thrust he released his hold on your arm and gripped your hips letting out a loud grunt as he emptied himself inside your warm hole, he held himself inside you for a few moments as he caught his breath. slowly pulling out he watched as his cum leaked out moaning at the sight. you twisted around clenching your pussy as you pushed out his fluids, running your fingers through your folds you swiped as much as possible as you licked his cum off your fingers.

'fucking hell'

you smirked at his reaction as he grabbed a wash cloth he cleaned the rest of the cum you had missed and pulling your panties back into position.

'get on your knees and clean me up'

you fell to your knees taking his still hard cock into your mouth licking off your mix of juices, he groaned as your tongue swirled around his cock.

'always such a good girl when my cock is in one of your holes, no attitude just a good little whore'

you rolled your eyes before standing back up, he chuckled as he tucked himself back.

'roll your eyes at me all you want, i'll put you in your place again or maybe that's why you're more annoying than ever, you're just a desperate cock slut.'

grabbing your face and he pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed him hard and angry biting his bottom lip and tugging as you pulled away.

'we've been up here for too long, wait a few minutes before coming back down.'

he was taken aback by your casual behaviour but he's not sure what he expected, for the rest of the night things went smoothly, once dinner was over everyone headed into another room for more drinks with music playing now everyone was letting loose. you and lewis didn't interact for the rest of the night other than stealing glances at one another, you very frustrated having not being allowed to cum in the moment you didn't care caught up in watching lewis fall apart as he filled you up but all you could think about was how he had made you cum before and how good it felt but you said to yourself this couldn't happen again.

now home time everyone started ordering ubers home unfortunately for you, you lived in the opposite direction of your friends so you’d have to get an uber separately. that’s when the idea popped into your mind, this was a chance to be alone with lewis you hated talking to him but things needed to be straightened out about the last hook up, boundaries re-established. the last of your friends about to leave, you have them a hug goodbye.

‘don’t kill each other, now we’re not here to meditate’

you laughed, rolling your eyes ‘we can behave for the few minutes i have to wait for my uber’

‘okay good! bye sweeties’

you waved off your friends feeling slightly guilty for lying. now it was just you and lewis.

‘when’s your uber coming?’

‘it’s not, we need to talk first’

you headed into the living room sitting on the sofa.

‘look we we’re not fucking again and we’re gonna chalk it up to a drunken mistake’

‘i wasn’t drunk and i’ve seen you drunk plenty of times, you were tipsy at most.’

‘okay, who cares tipsy or drunk, same difference! so no more of the bathroom thing’

‘and what about you rubbing my crotch trying to get me hard?’

‘whatever that’s not happening again. now let’s go back to hating each other’

‘i don’t hate you’ you rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement.

‘you don’t hate me!? so being a dick to me is what then?’

‘you started it!’

‘no i didn’t’

‘the first time we met, you were so cold to me like my presence inconvenienced you’

‘that’s not true! i’m just socially awkward! and anyways, even after that, i tried to be nice but whenever i spoke to you, you acted like you didn’t wanna speak to me! and then you started with the unnecessary jabs about anything and everything! you put on this nice guy facade but you’re not a nice guy, you’re rude and irritating!’

lewis sat there taken aback by your outburst, processing your words. he thought back to the early days of meeting you, maybe you were so cold as he thought but then he remembered a comment you made.

‘you said ‘you don’t buy my nice guy act and that you thought i was a fuck boy’ you didn’t even know me and you were already judging me!’

‘well don't eavesdrop them! and i said I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt anyways! you’re always pictured leaving clubs and hotels with random women so me thinking you were a fuck boy is not out of this realm! and if it really bothered you should’ve said something at the time, you’re a grown man act like one.’

now he really didn’t know what to say, he should’ve just confronted you at the time but instead, he brought his walls up with you and pushed your buttons whenever he could.

‘i’m sorry, you’re right i should’ve spoken to you at the time instead of holding it against all this time’

‘thanks, i’m sure it was really hard for you to not have a woman drop to her feet for you’

‘see why do you do that! i was being sincere and you just jab at me’

‘the apology doesn’t change anything’

‘why not?’

‘because you can’t undo years' worth of hatred with one apology, when you’re consistently nice to me i’ll believe it’

‘you need to apologise too!’

‘no, if you hadn’t been eavesdropping you would’ve not known what i said and then we wouldn’t hate each other’

‘okay fair enough so how about an act of kindness right now?’ he leaned in close ‘can i kiss you?’ you nodded and with that, he placed a hand on your face as he closed the gap kissing you deeply. you fell back on the sofa, wrapping your legs around him as you continued to kiss. you rocked against each other practically dry humping, you could feel yourself get wetter when you felt his erection against your core. finally tearing himself from your lips he pressed his forehead against you, he pushed your dress up snaking his hand under your panties where he felt how soaked you were.

‘fuck you’re soaking wet, i haven’t even done anything. are you sure you hate me?'

you couldn’t hide your face and the sheer embarrassment you felt, he could read it all with him so close.

‘what happened to being nice?’

‘baby, i’m just stating facts and asking questions’

he slipped his fingers into your hole before you could say anything, instead letting out a moan.

'you're a lot less annoying when the only noises that come out of you are moans'

he dragged your juices up your folds, rubbing your clit. you wanted to say something but the pleasure was distracting, you kissed him hard and rough biting his bottom lip. unbuttoning his shirt, you ran your hands up his torso feeling his tight muscles. when you ran your hands down to unbutton his trousers, lewis pulled away from the kiss.

‘right now, i just wanna make you feel good’

he stood up pulling you up with him, turning you around he pressed kissing along the back of your shoulder and the nape of your neck as he unzipped your dress letting it pool at your feet. he unhooked your bra, turning you back around to face him. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeply.

‘why am i naked again and not you?

pulling off his unbuttoned shirt he chuckled as your hand reached for his trousers.

‘you really want my cock? who knew you were such a cock slut’

you rolled your eyes, letting go of his trouser zip. ‘you know what let’s keep your trousers on’

he chuckled, he couldn’t help pushing your buttons and yeah he said he’d be nice but what’s a light poking? he pushed you back down onto the sofa, kissing along your neck leaving little nips.

‘stop that! i was covered in stupid hickeys last time’

‘good, i don’t want anyone touching what’s mine’

‘i’m not yours’

he leaned back up to face with smug look, ‘you let every guy fuck your like that?’

‘like you said i’m a slut’

‘i think you’re only a slut for my cock’

‘this arrogance is why i find you deeply annoying’

he ignored your insult noting the lack of denial but he chose not to bring it up too distracted by your tits in his face. he took one in his hand pinching your nipple and the other in his mouth, sucking and biting the nipple. you cried out in pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips your rocked your hips against his hard cock which only made you moan louder.

‘lewis…fuck!’

he smirked at the strain in your voice, how desperate you sounded. he continued to press kisses down your body, one hand still on your chest. soon enough he was in between your leg.you lifted your legs as he pulled your underwear down, before you could bring them down he held your legs.

‘fuck you look so good like this’ he ran his fingers through your folds

‘you could fuck me like this’

‘you know if you actually begged for my cock i’d give it to you but for now you’ll have to settle for my mouth’

he released your legs opening them wide and pinning them down. he leaned down licking up your folds, taking your clit into his mouth. you arched your back, one arm thrown back digging into the sofa arm and the other digging into the sofa cushion.

‘oh fuck lewis’

your cries further encouraged him, pressing his tongue into your hole before dragging his tongue back up your folds and sucking on your clit, he sucked on it hard pulling on it lightly. he leaned up, plunging his fingers into your wet hole as he thumbed your clit. he grabbed your face kissing you roughly swallowing your moans. your pussy throbbed as you tasted yourself on his tongue, he started to pull away but you bit his bottom lip and your hand grabbed the one on your face leaning up with him not wanting the kiss to end and like he knew he curled his fingers inside you hitting the g-spot, it caused a jolt through your body collapsing back onto the sofa. seeing your body writhe like this fuelled him even more, slowly coming undone due to this actions.

‘open your eyes baby, watch me make you cum’

you lifted your head forcing your eyes open, it was hard to not let the pleasure consume you but watching lewis devour your pussy was worth it, making eye contact your moans encouraging him, sucking on your clit with his fingers inside you. he watched your every expression, that’s when he found the right spot on your clit - combined with the finger fucking your body stiffened.

you tried to get the words out, ‘i—i’m—fuck—yes!—right there!’

you let out a primal scream as he drove you over the edge, your body convulsing as the orgasm washed over you. he didn’t let up though, still in between your legs your pussy clenched around his fingers your clit throbbing in his mouth, your legs still pinned down.

‘lewis…’

he finally let up pulling his fingers out, releasing your clit and letting go of your legs. ‘you just taste so delicious’ he lapped up your juices and with every lick your body writhed, wrapping your leg around him.

‘lewis please...i can’t’

you were overwhelmed, your pussy too sensitive. your body out of your control, shuddering without choice. lewis finally pulled away.

‘you sure about that?’

he leaned down, sucking on your clit, you shuddered letting out a small moan. ‘maybe i can pull out another orgasm’ he licked a stripe through your folds, you cried out your legs tightening around him, you wanted to say no but it felt so good even if it felt too much.

‘i know you’ve got one more in you baby’

he circled your clit with his tongue, his hands ran up your body, you had one hand digging into his sofa and the other free he grabbed your hands intertwining it with his. you arched your back, rocking your hips against him and squeezing his hand hard. he found your sweet spot again, you were sure you were gonna collapse from the intense pleasure. this time you didn’t bother telling him you were about to cum, you were sure he knew with you how you moaned his name and let out a bunch of incoherent words. pushed over the edge again, your legs untangled from him falling to his sides limp. again he lapped your juices as you rode your orgasm but you really couldn’t handle it this time, with your free hand you pushed on his head trying to escape him.

‘fuck you taste so fucking good’

he pressed light kisses up your body till he was eye level giving you a soft kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue you moaned against his lips deepening the kiss. lewis settled beside you thankful the sofa was wide enough for both your bodies.

‘you okay y/n?’

‘yeah, just a little wiped out. you know cumming twice kinda takes a toll’

he chuckled stroking your hair, ‘what can i say, you taste delicious it’s hard to not want more’

you laid in a comfortable silence, feeling your energy level bounce back you leaned in to kiss him, soon enough you were making out till you were both out of breath.

‘you really can’t get enough of me huh?’

‘shut up’

‘why don't you stay over?’

‘i can’t, i have plans tomorrow morning’

‘cancel and let’s see how many times i can make you cum in a night’

'who says my plans don't include someone else who’s made the same promise'

‘do you always have to be so annoying?’

‘yes, pissing you off is so much fun, i mean why are you even pouting right now?’

‘i’m not’

‘just shut up and go back to kissing me, i’m losing the desire to reward you for making me cum twice’

with that he grabbed your face kissing you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him upright with you. kissing down his neck you sucked and nipped, if you were gonna be left with marks by him it was only fair he was too. trailing kisses along his shoulder, your hands roaming his body. you lifted yourself off his lap, dropping to your knees in between his legs. understanding what was about to happen he shimmied forward, undoing his trousers you pulled both his trouser and boxers down.

‘so much precum leaking, poor baby i know you’ve been hard for hours. maybe i should leave you like this…’ you grabbed his cock, swiping the cum with your thumb smearing it all over the head.

‘y/n…’

‘beg, tell me how much you want me’

‘fuck baby, i need you so so much’

‘what do you need from me?’

‘i need you to put that mouth to good use for once’

begging was not in his nature especially to you, you licked up from the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip. you sucked on the tip, moaning at the taste of his precum. he let out a grunt, stroking your face grabbing the loose strands of hair hiding your face pushing them back - he wanted the the perfect view of your mouth wrapped around his cock.

‘baby you carry on teasing me, i’ll make you gag on my cock’

wanting to tease him some more and push his button, you pulled yourself off his cock taking his balls into your mouth as you slowly pumped his cock. lewis grabbed a handful of your hair standing up.

‘always a brat, you forget you’re just a hole for me to use’

he pushed you down his cock, making you gag like you wanted. his pace was relentless literally fucking your face your eyes watered, drooling from the side, you were a mess but all lewis could think about was how well you took his cock.

‘this is what your mouth’s fucking good for’

you hummed against his cock in agreement, feeling his body tense you hummed some more.

‘fuuu—'

the vibrations pushing him over the edge, he held you down gagging as he cum sprayed the back of your throat. releasing your hair you pulled yourself off his cock slowly as he came, letting a little cum dribble out of your mouth swiping it back into your mouth which earned a groan from lewis.

‘that was…fuck’ he fell back down onto sofa, ‘come here’ he pulled you back onto his lap, wiping your tear stain cheeks.

‘do you really have to go?’

‘yes’ you smirked ‘actually i should order my uber’

you untangled from him, walking over to your purse which held your phone. lewis noted how casually you walked around naked, how good you looked naked in his space, he could get used to this. he shook his head at the thought, you were well you and you weren’t interested in him like that and nor was he, the orgasmic bliss you’d brought him too was clearly confusing him. straddling him again you scrolled your phone booking an uber home.

‘let me drive you home?’

‘you don’t like driving unless it’s an f1 car’

‘how do you know that?’

‘i may not like you but i know a thing or two, do you just tune out when i speak?’

‘yes’

‘of course, you’re incredibly self absorbed it makes sense’

‘you’re right you should go home’

‘are you mad i called you self absorbed?’ you teasingly spoke, mocking him by pouting.

‘no’ leaning up you pressed a gentle kiss but when he didn't kiss you back you rolled your eyes.

now you were offended which is exactly what he wanted. he chuckled grabbing your phone and tossing it aside. wrapping his arms around your body he flipped you under him. you squealed as he manhandled you, slapping his chest.

‘i’ll show you—’

you giggled silencing him with a kiss, a kiss he happily accepted.

‘lewis i need to get dressed before the uber arrives!’

getting up he gave you a hand, grabbing your underwear and dress lewis grabbed his boxers, both getting dressed. you looked yourself over in the mirror, wiping your smudged mascara and fixing your hair. lewis stood there watching you, he wanted to come up behind you and kiss you some more but this was all feeling a little too domestic.

‘do you have a hair band? my hair is fucked’

he pulled the one holding his braids. ‘here’

‘thanks’ you tied your hair into a bun, ‘now i look half presentable’

you ran your hands through his braid. ‘it’s cute all out like this’

‘uh, thanks’ he was surprised by the compliment, he was pretty sure you’d never paid him a compliment, yet you did so casually.

you grabbed your phone, the uber was a minute away - perfect timing.

‘well my uber is arriving…’

you both walked to his door, opening it for you.

‘text me when you get home?’

‘okay’

‘bye’

you were going to just walk out but you impulsively turned around in the doorway, pressing a quick kiss but lewis grabbed you deepening the kiss. you stroked his cheek as you pulled back.

‘bye…’

you ran to the uber jumping in all you could think about was that goodbye, why did you kiss him, why did he kiss you like that!? why did you stroke his cheek!? you sighed, maybe you shouldn’t hook up with him again.

read part 3 here

#lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton one shot #f1 smut #f1 fanfic

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porcalinecunt · 7 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — ftm!reader. mean!dom shang tsung. sub!reader. spanking. sadism. masochism. pain kink. degradation. bondage(?) dub con(?) sharp objects. mentions of bdsm. manhandling.

a/n: going through shang tsung brainrot rn. i loved him sm in mk1, he’s an absolute bitch and its so funny. he deserved a spot in kinktober so here it is! i must warn y’all tho, things will get a bit more extreme as kinktober goes on. nothing too dark! but just a heads up. with that being said, enjoy! 🫶🏼

He was mean, really mean.

You wriggled against your restraints, your skin sticking to the crumbling velvet underneath you. Everything hurted, and it hurted bad.

“You thought I would go easy on you? Hm?”

Shang Tsung scoffed, his condescending and apathetic tone both brought tears and aroused you. You sniffled, trying to hold back cries and preventing yourself from falling apart in front of him. However, it’s proved more difficult then you’d expect.

You flinched when you felt something sharp against your tender skin, running up your back and back down against your sides. The needles that were strapped to his arm proven useful for his twisted session with his ‘assistant’.

“You were supposed to be a useful asset, but i guess you couldn’t help yourself submitting to me. How cute.”

He mocked, chuckling as you grew embarrassed and tried to turn away from his face until a loud and harsh smack! startled you. Your cheek grew red and the stinging pain began to settle in, realizing he had slapped you. He wasn’t done yet with his assault though.

His hand came down on your bare thighs, which were covered in hand marks. Your back arched, a yelp tore out of your throat. He massaged the red mark before striking again onto your other thigh. You grew more shocked at the fact Shang Tsung didn’t even need a paddle or a whip to inflict such damage onto you, when his bare hands were enough. Maybe that’s what made him so alluring, made you too curious till you drifted too close to the sun.

Finding out about his more sadistic nature in bed was the result of you being too deep in your ridiculous fantasies. Ones where your superior deflowered and ruined you beyond repair, ones so dirty it’d be shamed upon by others. You wondered how far he’d go to reach cloud nine, even at the cost of his submissive. That sort of thinking landed you in this very situation.

After accidentally catching him with what looked like BDSM toys and serums that smelled of roses and sickly sweet scents only made for lovers, Shang Tsung would capture you in the right moment. Behind you, watching you blush and near flabbergasted at what you found. He’d lean down, whisper in your flushed ear.

“Now what seem to be the matter, y/n?”

It didn’t take long for him to manhandle you, effortlessly carrying you onto the soft examination table and bound your wrists to it. Tearing off your uniform effortlessly and ignoring your questions and yelps of shock. He watched for seemingly ages as you slowly fell into ecstasy with each strike on your skin. Degrading names slipped off his tongue, as he grew harsher and harsher with each slap.

“I didn’t know they sent me an adorable pet for an assistant! How did I get so lucky?”

He almost laughs, continuing to strike you all over. Your thighs, ass, back and even your cheek were bright red with his hand marks. The pain turned into pleasure, with moans and pleas for more replacing the high pitched yelps from earlier.

Suddenly, he stopped. You mewled, growing upset at the sudden hault. But before you could turn around to whine, you shuddered at the feeling of something against your cunny.

Shang Tsung ran his fingers between your thighs, teasing them at your soaked hole. He brought them up to your clit, playing with it between his fingers. He looked up, making eye contact with you.

“Want me to go..further with this, y/n?”

It didn’t take long for him to get his answer, as you nodded quickly while desperate and whiney ‘mhm!’’s came through your throat. Shang Tsung chuckled, shaking his head with his trademark grin on his face.

“You’re disgusting, it’s adoroble. ♡”

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

#𓆩♱𓆪 — porcelaincunt !#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #mk1 #mk1 shang tsung #mk1 smut #mk1 2023 #mk1 x reader #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #shang tsung mk1

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dgalerab · 4 months

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(I say *doot doot doot* to my cat and he does lil spinnies, and now he will go in the tower and meow until I doot doot doot him, or if I just say doot doot, he will go to the tower and start his spinnies.)

God imagine the embarrassment of Aizawa realizing he had a reaction once he was back safe in hizashi’s arms. The thrill of villain vs hero and being helpless, to be saved by his knight in shining armor? Conflicted with feeling STUPID for not thinking Hizashi would be able to handle the situation. Aizawa should’ve trusted him from the beginning, but he couldn’t believe he slipped himself…

Hizashi would need to figure out a way to help him absorb the fact that he is safe when he’s there.

….and yet, Aizawa still probably spent the next few days pacing and overworking, either meticulously cleaning the house unnecessarily or working out like he did in highschool because he is too in his head about being vunerable…in more than one unexpected way.

Hizashi recognizes that Shouta needs a break after the whole fiasco and to *just stop moving*. Maybe he notices that his husband is omitting something about his experience. He keeps asking, but doesn’t want to push his spouse into anything uncomfortable. But something is certainly, off from normal mission work, and he noticed that Sho has been idly playing with the ends of his hero scarf more when lost in thought.

“And…maybe it’d be good to face the fear directly…” Hizashi thinks to himself, grinning a devilish grin behind the unaware Aizawa, who, with deep bags in his eyes, has already been distracted by the broom and dust pan for the 6th time today. (And they own a roomba). ((With consent of course for whatever may unfold cough cough))

fdkfjs okay but honestly i feel like hizashi is just not even phased by aizawa's stubborn overworking to avoid feelings, it happens so often. he's just like yep at some point he will slow down and i will be there. waiting. watching. he lets shirakumo pester and meanwhile his comfort strategy is like no no there's no feelings talk here. i'm just going to put my arm around you and tease. don't worry about that latch just look at the treats (soaking up the attention for you when other people are being concerned or social at you)

and then eventually aizawa does end up sleeping in his arms and getting a good night's rest in the crook of hizashi's neck and mayyyyyyyyyyybe in the morning allowing shirakumo to offer him some support about his traumatic experience. not too much tho, that would be unreasonable.

#ainswers #bnha #erasermic #rooftop agency au

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dreamwritesimagines · 1 year

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Re: the extra scene-

(It’s CMA)

Omggggg this is so, so cute!!! Also Ben being so aware of her throughout the entire day 🥺🥺

Does Lottie know she’s in love with Anthony?

Omggg after they get engaged Anthony is going to walk into his study after he talks with her father and the chair is going to swivel around (idk if they had those then but shhh just go with it) and it’s going to be benedict going ‘well well well what do we have here’ and Anthony is like ‘u don’t even live here anymore???????’ And Ben’s negotiating the terms of their engagement, even tho anthony just did it with her dad. And at the end Ben is going to be like ‘have I made myself clear’ or whatever and Anthony is going to be exasperated and so over it and he’s just like ‘yes are you done’.

(Bonus: Ben did not expect him to be so forthcoming and so he keeps adding on stipulations to the agreement by going ‘and one more thing!’)

Idk I’m just imagining Jake peralta and captain holt from b99 vibes but idk if you’ve seen that show. Maybe rob Swanson and Leslie Knope but I’m less familiar with that show. Just Ben way too high on having the power over his brother for once. I mean I know that’s not entirely Ben’s vibes but also it’s silly and fun so who cares

Ben being worried he’ll be a bad husband and we all know he’s actually worried about like… being too chatty or accidentally killing a rose bush by pouring paint water on it or something. (Also though if that did happen Ben would feel awful but I hope clover would be mature enough to realize it was an accident like how she was with teddy but I doubt she’s in that place yet).

But anyway I don’t think he’s really worried about cheating or anything cuz I don’t think that’s in his nature nor being violent, despite what clover keeps insinuating, and I think he knows that he’s so in love with her that he wouldn’t want anything else or whatever.

Also though I am such a fan of the trope where the one who is worried about being cheated on is the babysitter when the other gets giggly drunk and just their drunk adoration is enough to reassure them like even if they’re inebriated they still love me. Like the whole drunk words sober thoughts kind of vibes?

And idk I feel like there might be a reverse of lady danbury’s luncheon where the guys shoot the shit together and Ben gets giggly drunk. It’d just be so cute. (Wait no I really want to see this now) (stop I’m in love with my own headcanon lmfaoooooooo)

Okay I’m done (I think). I just love this extra scene so much (and this entire story if you couldn’t tell lmfao)

CMA HI MY LOVEEEEE! ❤️🥰

Charlotte kiiiinda has an idea but not really ❤️ She convinced herself Anthony would never fall in love with her, so she is trying not to think about her own feelings for him because she thinks it's hopeless❤️ So she thinks he's the most amazing person in the world but she ignores the fact that she is completely in love with him ❤️

Lolll oh Benedict will give Anthony hell when Anthony proposes to Charlotte and afterwards😂 Like, he will make things much harder than Charlotte's father did! 😂

I've seen both of those shows, I totally know what you mean!❤️

Oh absolutely! ❤️ Benedict knows he would never cheat on her or do anything to hurt her, ever ❤️ But like, he's worried about saying the wrong thing and hurting her feelings or something, because all the relationships he had so far were physical or just not serious, and now he's actually married 😂 So he's sooo freaking out 😂

WAIT OMG-

I LOVE THIS IDEA?! 😱😍 Benedict getting drunk and Clover being totally sober, listening to him ramble about how pretty she is with a smile on her face awwww🥰 We need that scene! 😍

Thank you so much darling! 😍 ILY! ❤️❤️❤️

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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For the prompt idea if you want to, So beat with Peter maybe? Like he and his SO are having some alone time, and they try to dance with him but height difference is a thing, might get awkward for them

nonverbal starters

beat dance with them.

aaaaaaaaa my heart tho-

By this point, PETER thinks that (Name) ought to know he’s not some kind of refined gentleman who can do things like waltz. He can barely count to ten, couldn’t write his own name even if someone said they’d give him £100 to do so, and the only soft thing about him is his hair.

Either they’re trying to ‘tame’ him, or asking him to dance is some kind of… foreplay or something. He can’t figure it out.

He almost wishes Wendy weren’t off on a walk with her beau right now. She might be a little better at this sort of thing, and maybe she could clue him in as to whether he’s screwing up or not. Then again, having his sister here would defeat the point of the two of them having some time with their lovers.

It’s not as if he doesn’t like being close to (Name) like this. God, more than anything he adores the skin-on-skin of being near them. It’s just… they’re so much taller than he is. Not only is he bad at dancing already, he thinks it’s twice as hard with someone who’s average height. He only comes up to about the bottom of their chest. Holding their hand to dance is an exercise in compromise, and it’d be a bit strange trying to have his other hand on their waist this way.

Where the hell is he supposed to put his hands? Aren’t they disappointed that they can’t rest their head on his shoulder or against his chest? Isn’t he just a disappointment in general?

A part of him wonders why they haven’t just picked him up and carried him, dancing as one might dance with a child. That the thought even passes through his mind infuriates him.

Nothing can ever just be normal where he and the others are concerned, can it? This is just one more thing that reminds him he’s not like everyone else.

He’s so lost in his own thoughts, ready to simply stomp off in frustration, that he only snaps back to the present when (Name)’s free hand drops down onto his shoulder. He thinks that’s how it’s proper in society, for their hand to be on his shoulder. Their touch guides him to step closer… perhaps a bit shyly.

Dammit. He can’t help but curse himself. He’s so angry all the time, so wrapped up in the bad things, that he very nearly missed all the things that are supposed to make this a good moment.

There’s so much good about it. The way their hand swings lightly in his. The smile on their face when he looks up. The hammering of his heart in his chest that he always gets around them even if he’s loath to admit it. The fact that they want to dance with him in the first place.

That little gesture, being pulled closer to them, is a subtle but much-needed reminder. Whatever else might be true, they chose him.

Fuck everything else. The rest of the world doesn’t matter.

All that matters is what his family and his beloved think.

He tilts his head at them, unable to stop himself from being cheeky. “Look at that, can’t keep y’r ‘ands offa me.”

“… Ah! Haha…” There’s a small stab of pride in his heart when they smile down at him. “I can’t… you’re right. This is fine, then? You looked a bit angry just now.”

A quick shake of his head hopefully dispels their worry. Nope. Not happening. He’s not letting his bitterness ruin this like a clumsy little boy dropping a china plate because he didn’t pay attention.

Peter is paying attention. His bad attitude isn’t going to shatter this moment to pieces.

“Nah, sweet’eart, I’m good.” Even if he wasn’t, he will be, because he’s with them. They can shut everything else out ― the scorn from the rest of the world, the pissed-off voices in his own head, every bit of pain he’s ever felt. A few minutes with (Name), and it’s like all of that bullshit never even existed.

Even though they still seem like they don’t quite believe that, they accept it. “Okay. And this is… you’re comfortable? Do I need to bend down or anything? Is it alright to have my hand on your shoulder like that?”

Oh, come on, he wants to say. You, you could punch me in the face and I’d thank you.

Anyway, isn’t he the one who ought to be nervous? He’s the one who’s… different. They’re dancing in a way they normally wouldn’t because of him.

But, he tries to remind himself, it’s their choice to do so. And they look… happy to do it.

He can almost hear someone playing music outside, just passing by the tents. Jumbo with his harmonica, maybe. Peter isn’t paying too much mind to that part, just the fact that it’s a gentle background noise to this memory he’s creating with (Name).

“Oi... stop fussin’,” he mumbles. “Couldn’t be more damn comf’table if I tried.”

Before he knows it, his feet are moving. Although he’s not certain if he’s doing this right, for whatever reason, that doesn’t even matter. What’s important is that he’s doing it, moving and swaying and being close to someone he cares very much about.

Dancing with his beloved, he even feels like he’s… normal.

He’s not sure what does it; the dancing, or the intimacy with them.

He doesn’t care. Whatever it is, in this moment there’s plenty of it, so he’s going to cling to it for all he’s worth.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Peter #scenario #romantic #fluff #domestic #not me SOBBING MY EYES OFF in the background-#one hell of a queue

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waterberry-strawmelon · 2 years

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finally watched rottmnt movie! i’ll put my thoughts below the cut lol

so basically, i...just kinda thought it was okay? nothing great, unfortunately? it obviously had some great moments, but i think the arc of the movie as a whole was hindered by a couple key things:

1. it was kinda just Leo: The Movie. and i didnt really dig that. i think it would’ve made a much stronger story if they’d had ALL the turtles grow in some kind of way, but all of them stayed static except for Leo.

2. and even if people WERE clamoring for a Leo-centric movie for some reason, his movie arc is LITERALLY AN OBSTACLE HE’S ALREADY OVERCOME IN THE MAIN SERIES. IT’S LITERALLY A POINT OF GROWTH FOR HIM TO STOP BEING SO ARROGANT ALL THE TIME AND WORK AS A TEAM. THEY ALREADY RESOLVED THIS?!?!?!?! ASJHCFJKNHKGMH. just...why????

3. i’ve heard people saying that the creative team was pressured to make this as appealing as possible even to tmnt fans who maybe didnt actually watch Rise, but in the end it that means we lose a LOT of what made the Rise characterizations and writing so great in the series itself. the writing isn’t as snappy or quirky; maybe these writers are just more suited for writing serialized stories instead of a feature-length story, and that’s fine! or maybe they felt the need/were pressured to tone down some of the more Rise-specific narrative style, if that makes any sense. (small example that i feel reflects this vibe: the moment where they finally call themselves the teenage mutant ninja turtles. it was a running gag in the show to never actually claim that name for themselves in that exact order, and so when they finally do, it feels almost inauthentic, because i think that running gag helped re-inforce the whole theme this series was going for in terms of separating this iteration of the Turtles from the past iterations and really stepping out and making their own way. that’s the joy of the Rise series, honestly, is how unafraid they are to make their OWN world with these characters without diverging completely from the source material.) And i couldn’t help but feel the stark absence of the typical Rise running jokes/catch phrases/references in the movie. that’s something i love so much about the show: the careful attention to detail in maintaining continuity and continuing/resolving past gags. they literally only said “hot soup!” twice in this movie. and i feel like that’s really, really indicative of the whole vibe of it, honestly. it just lacks the explosive energy that makes the show so great. :(

as for a couple key things i did like:

the animation was obviously gorgeous, just as it is in the main series, too. seriously, rottmnt has forever spoiled me for tv series animation. and i did really like what they did with the Krang! THIS part certainly felt like how the series normally runs—taking a traditional TMNT concept and breathing fresh, new life into it, making it take on a different form so it’s unique to THIS tmnt universe. i love it!!

they went out of their way to devote time to donnie’s softshell! ahhhhhh!!!!!!! i love it!!!!!! (tho i think a majority of donnie’s dialogue was missing a little.... je ne sais quois. the donnie-ness, if you will. his snark often felt either too dry, or not quite witty enough—never in the sweet spot that it’d hit in the show. but maybe im just being nitpicky and other fans didn’t really find a problem with it!)

the escape pods just as a general concept were fucking GREAT. (tho here’s another negative, oops: i feel like donnie’s tech didn’t feature in the movie NEARLY as much as it does in the show, precisely because of how this was trying to still have watch value even for non-Rise fans. i mean, the number of times donnie’s been without a battle shell and just called one to him remotely, and yet somehow that couldn’t happen this time? am i missing something here or.....?)

all in all, it was definitely enjoyable, but i’d say it has MUCH lower re-watch value than the show does for me. i think what’s the most telling, though, is how i teared up and had goose-bumps for the entire final fifteen minutes during the Rise series finale, during the absolutely GORGEOUS Shredder fight scene—which was even better than the final battle in the movie, imo (though the fight scenes in the film still looked fucking amazing). i truly loved the emotional catharsis at the end of the movie, and mikey’s big savior moment was well-executed, too (huge shout out to the movie soundtrack which really helped drive the tension and emotion in critical scenes like this!), but all in all, i guess i’ve just got one thing to say to sum up how i’m feeling:

i never thought i’d prefer leo’s odachi over his katana.

#(and obviously that goes for all their weapons from the show:#raph's tonfas; mikey's kusari fundo; and ESPECIALLY donnie's techbo. god i missed his techbo SO FUCKING MUCH IN THIS MOVIE!!!!!!#the techbo and the battle shell (and i guess his mystic goggles) are pretty much the defining pieces of donnie tech throughout the entire #Rise series!!!!!)#i think it's also really telling that the brothers never switch up their little nicknames like they do so often in the show #no Angelo or Leon in sight. sigh.#but yeah! overall i'd say i did actually like the movie #i know this post seems more negative than positive #and i think it's only cuz i went into it expecting to be blown away #and so in the end i just came out of it more disappointed than i'd hoped for. but that's okay!#all in all it's really not bad at all! it's good even! just not the most id' wanted out of a rottmnt movie. that's all.#anyway go watch the series if ur looking for a new show to get into! it's on netflix + paramount plus #it's got great humor and beautiful animation #all around good chill vibes :)#doesnt take a lot of investment (im here more for the character interactions and outstanding character writing than the plot anyway.#the plot can often (tho not always!) leave a lil something to be desired but its not the end of the world!)#mine #rottmnt #tmnt #just some thoughts

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I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

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You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately.

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.”

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment.

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way.

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.”

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie.

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone.

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed.

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island. It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words.

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest.

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face.

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly.

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it.

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

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babeeangel · 2 years

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you might not like me, but you definitely want me.

Location: Dance Practice Room

When Lee Know helps you practice for your upcoming comeback.

You had been sweating your body off, training so hard to perfect the choreography. It was draining. Especially with your… private tutor. Lee Know’s expectations were probably even higher than that of your dance coaches. The comeback wasn’t even that soon, but Lee Know wanted to make sure you excelled.

“You’re getting it wrong. You’re not sharp enough. I thought I had told you already, didn’t I ?”

This rhetorical question was essentially a way to pressure you not to repeat the mistake yet again. “Sorry, I tried to focus but I got lost along the way…” At this point you were making up excuses. You were just too tired to go on. But Lee Know wouldn’t have it that way. Since the beginning the atmosphere was rather tense, because you weren’t in the mood to train today, but here you were. And since you weren’t giving it your best, it annoyed Minho too.

“Look.” Minho spoke firmly as he stopped the music. “Since you can’t seem to do it right, I’ll show you. But it’d help if you even tried to make an effort.” He progressively raised his voice. He rewinded the track a bit and put it back on. The bass filled up the room again. Nobody talked, only his sneakers squealed on the wooden floor. Your chest was still moving up and down, the exhaustion prompting this constancy. As he walked closer stolidly, fear started obstructing your already difficult breathing. He had lost his patience and his dark stare only made you apprehend what he was about to do.

He continued walking towards you. You got into position as the chorus was about to start, ready to dance this damned part you couldn't apparently get right. But as you faced the mirror, you saw Lee Know going further than his usual spot next to you. He got closer to you and the reflection you saw of him was now accompanied by his breath, that you now felt on your neck. His presence was heavy, scary. He was right behind you, his hips embracing yours. He placed his head on your neck and took both your hands. Even his feet were aligned with yours. He looked at you through the mirror. “Here doll, I’ll show you.” You gulped. The tension was too much to handle. Was he actually mad or was he trying to seduce you ? Both maybe… Your worry apparently showed on your expressions.

“Look, you might not like me, but you definitely want me.” Minho spat out, assertive yet softly. You swore you could see a slight smirk on his angry rested face. His stupid face. Why’d he make you feel like this ?! Playing with your feelings too. But the worst part was…

“Who said I didn’t like you ?”

A/N: This is so short yet it took me some time to get finished... Seriously I’m so bad at this. But that’s why I want to continue to write tho, I wanna improve ! So anyways we did notice that my “February” thing did NOT last, what a shame lol. But now I’ll be in an exam period until June lol. So I’ll write but very casually. I missed writing tho, it’s actually such a pleasure, I hope I’ll do it more than once a month ! I found some old fics (haikyuu fics, to be precise) I had written back in 2020. They’re actually good, I’m low-key proud even tho I have a lot to improve on. I’ll post them someday, and finish the ones that need to be finished. Anyways, again, this fic ends openly, like it’s unfinished. But I think I like it like that. I like when the reader can imagine the ending themselves. So enjoy !!

#lee know #lee know ff #lee minho #lino #straykids #stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #lee know x yn #lee know smut #stray kids self insert #stray kids smut #lee know angst #lee know x reader angst

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freakynct · 3 years

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I would like to request!!! Reactions of roommates nct 127 inviting them on your bubble bath because you feel lonely🥺

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲

taeil:

"ah y/n i'm sorry!" he said as he covered his eyes with his hand, hiding away your figure submerged in the bathtub. "i'm so so sorry." he tried leaving the room quickly but instead went against the door making you giggle.

"it's ok taeil, wait." you said and he stood still as a statue. "uhm don't you wanna join me?" his widened eyes peaked between his fingers at you, confused and intrigued with your question.

"y/n... what do you mean?" he mumbled.

"please. i've been feeling so lonely lately, please join me." you confessed to him, pouting in hopes that would entice him.

he sighed and slowly walked over to you, his eyes still avoiding contact with your body as he sat down on the floor next to the bathtub.

"i can just sit here with you if you want." his voice was so sweet and the way his fingers lightly grazed over your hand was even sweeter.

"yeah, that's ok with me." you smiled.

johnny:

"johnny." you whined out to him from the bathtub where you were in as he stood with his back turned to you. he had come into the bathroom to look for something he needed and was currently going through all the stuff in the cabinet.

"hm." he mumbled in response, too focused on what he was doing to give you a proper reply.

"please come take a bath with me." you pouted even tho he couldn't see you.

"why?" he asked, but still he didn't seem too surprised or like he was paying attention to what you were proposing.

"i'm lonely." you whined.

"got it!" he almost yelled out as he had finally found what he was looking for.

"johnny!!" you shouted back, annoyed at his lack of interest in what you were saying.

"you're just needy y/n, you know this happens once in a while. you need a boyfriend." he said as he finally turned back to look at you.

"are you gonna take a bath with me or no?" you asked already impatient.

"sure."

taeyong:

"why would you ask me something like that?" he nervous laughed when you suggested having a bubble bath together on the topic of both of you being stressed out with work.

"why not? it'd be fun." you smiled grabbing his arms in excitement while he raised his eyebrow at you in confusion.

"but why together?" you noticed he giggled everytime he mentioned doing it together, the idea of it made him shy.

"i don't know, cause we could talk and relax together. c'mon tae." you pouted at him and you saw how his face started to soften up.

"i don't know y/n. we're friends and roommates, wouldn't it be weird?"

"well we don't have to be naked. we can use bathing suits." you watched him think over the idea for a few seconds until he finally gave in.

"ok but i want extra bubbles." he smiled.

yuta:

"sorry what was that?" he smirked at you after already asking you to repeat yourself twice.

"ugh forget it." you whined turning around to walk back to your room before you felt his hand yanking you back by your arm.

"wait wait." he chuckled. "i was just playing with you." you looked up at him and your cheeks burned at the proximity of your bodies.

"well... so you accept?" you murmured looking back down at his chest to avoid eye contact but you knew his eyes were still deeply buried on you and he was enjoying this.

"it's a little weird to ask your roommate to take a bath with you. is there anything you wanna tell me?" your eyes widened as you met his again and you saw his smirk grow bigger.

"yutaaa." you slapped his arm and he laughed. "i just wanted company cause it's more fun." you pouted and he sighed.

"don't worry, i'll make it fun."

doyoung:

"i don't think this is a good idea." he said looking around the room as if someone else was watching.

"will you quit thinking about this so much?" you said while taking your shirt off, to which doyoung looked away almost immediately. "it's just a bubble bath, i'm not asking you to marry me."

he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before starting to unbutton his black shirt.

"i'll turn around and you go in first." he said as he was already turning his back on you.

"i don't mind if you see me naked." you shrugged your shoulders and proceeded to take off the rest of your clothes off.

"i do! i don't wanna make things weird." he whined and you laughed.

"we're already taking a bath together so." you got in the bathtub and covered yourself with the bubbles. "ok you can come in now." you looked at his bare behind as you waited for him to move but he only turned his head back to look at you.

"close your eyes too." he insisted.

"doyoung im already seeing your ass."

"close them!!"

jaehyun:

"so this is what we're doing when we feel lonely now, huh?" he smirked as he walked over to you, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

"uh no, i mean, yeah." you tripped over your words as he started getting closer and closer to you. "it was just a suggestion, i mean, maybe it could be nice i don't know.

your cheeks burned at the sound of jaehyun's low chuckle. he was already standing tall in front of you and his finger came under your chin to make you look up at him.

"calm down y/n, i didn't say i didn't want it." he smiled. "we can do it."

you smiled back at his words before he went back to talking again.

"wanna take off my clothes too?" he laughed as you slapped his arm. "ok ok. let's go."

jungwoo:

you always cuddled with jungwoo in his room when you were feeling down or lonely and it was something he had already gotten used to and liked.

"jungwoo, come take a bath with me." you pouted looking up from his chest where you were previously laying your head on while he played video games.

"a bath?" he asked confused but never taking his eyes away from the bright tv.

"yeah. i wanna take a bath but i also don't wanna stop cuddling." you heard his chuckle and he finally looked at you for a few seconds.

"i think you'll survive if you stop cuddling me for 30 minutes." he smiled.

"pleaseee, i'll never ask anything from you again." you whined, pulling on his t-shirt and he sighed while pausing his game and taking off his headphones.

"alright, c'mon needy." you frowned at him and he laughed, getting up.

mark:

you walked through the hall with your towel in hand before stopping at mark's room door, which was slightly open. you looked inside and saw his leaning over his desk, hands roaming through his hair as he studied.

"hey." you said, opening up his door a little more.

"hey!" he smiled as he turned around to look at you. "you going to take a shower?"

"a bath." you corrected him and he sighed.

"man i'm really needing one of those too, uni is killing me." he said looking over at all of his papers scattered all over the table.

"you can come take a bath with me if you want." you murmed a little shy, almost not expecting yourself to say something like that but mark's reaction wasn't what you expected.

"oh yeah, of course, i'm coming right away." he laughed leaning back on his chair and you noticed that he thought you were just making a joke until he realized that you looked too serious to be any of that. "oh. you're being serious?" he asked surprised.

"uhm... yeah i guess." you watched him look around the room before his eyes fell back on you.

"are you sure?" he asked. you just nodded in response and you saw the little smile on the corner of his lips. "ok, then i guess i can take a break now." he said getting up.

haechan:

you heard the knock on the bathroom door and you told him to come in.

"here's the coffee you asked." he rolled his eyes as he kneeled down next to the tub, handing you over the hot mug.

haechan had lost one of the many bets you two made and now he had to serve you for the day which he wasn't too amused by.

"is that all?" he mumbled annoyed and you chuckled, leaning over the bathtub to get closer to him.

"no." you saw him roll his eyes one more time. "you have to get in and take a bath with me."

you saw his annoyed expression soften up quickly as he realized what you were asking.

"g-get in?" his eyes were slightly wide and you thought he looked so cute.

"yeah. or are you afraid of taking a bath with a girl?" you smirked and he immediately got up, taking off his shirt.

"make room for me."

#nct fluff #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #wayv fluff #nct 127 imagines #nct dream imagines #wayv imagines #nct 127 reactions #nct dream reactions #wayv reactions #nct 127 mlt #nct dream mlt #wayv mlt

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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you have a nightmare that they cheated on you

characters: akaashi + iwaizumi + oikawa + (gn!reader)

request: hi! can I request a headcanon where akaashi, iwaizumi, and oikawa wake up to you having a nightmare that they cheated on you? something fluffy please 🙏🏼🥺 • by @vitamingummies

warnings: mentions of cheating ig but it doesn’t actually happen obvi– + a lil bit of angst

notes: hope u enjoy <3 i tried to make them all a bit different! (i don’t think i’ll do anymore of these tho cause i feel like i’ve run out of possibilities for it to go)

akaashi:

akaashi stirred awake slightly when he felt you moving around on your side of the bed

he was half asleep, drifting in and out

and he felt the bed dip as you got up, which he assumed meant that you were going to the bathroom

but once he realized it’d been a while since you left, he checked the time, 3am

he got up to go look for you, wiping his eyes sleepily

he went to the bathroom and frowned when the lights were off and you were nowhere to be found

he slugged off to the kitchen, then the living room and was shocked to see you sitting there in the dark, wrapped up in a blanket

“baby?” his voice was deep and groggy as he padded over to you, yawning before continuing. “what are you doing out here?”

you noticed him, but didn’t look up, trying to hide your face from him, which, even in his drowsy state, he knew was a bad sign.

he bent down in front of you and felt the fatigue jump out of his body when he realized you had tears falling down your cheeks. “what’s wrong? what happened?” he brought his hands to your cheeks and tried to wipe the tears, but more kept falling seemingly at a faster rate once he touched you.

he tried to catch your eye, but you wouldn’t let him. “come on baby, please talk to me? i’m not going anywhere until i figure out what’s wrong.”

he sat down next to you and pulled you into his lap, making sure the blanket was secure before holding you tight and running his hand up and down your side soothingly.

when your cries had reduced to sniffles and you calmed down a bit, you spoke up, playing with the collar of akaashi’s shirt to distract yourself. “i just...it’s stupid––”

he interrupted immediately, “of course it’s not stupid, if it made you this upset then we should talk about it. i wanna make sure you’re alright, okay?”

you nodded and swallowed, psyching yourself up to reveal everything to him. “well i––i had a dream, no, a nightmare really,” you laughed humorlessly. “where you um...you left me? well that was after you cheated on me but...” you felt him take a deep breath, “it just felt so real, you know? it hurt like a lot and then i woke up because it was so painful and i guess...the emotions carried through even after i left the dream.” you sighed, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to worry you, i just...i don’t know, i needed to clear my head, i guess.”

a few seconds passed before you felt a gentle hand under your chin, raising your head. you finally looked into akaashi’s eyes and he spoke up. “baby, i’m sorry that you experienced that, even if it was just a dream. just hearing about it hurts me too.” he swiped his thumb over your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch. “but know that i would never ever do that to you, i could never hurt you like that and i won’t, okay?” he waited for you to nod in agreement before nodding as well and pulling you into a hug. “i’m here to love and protect you, remember that.” he kissed your cheek but didn’t let you out of the hug.

“are you better now?” again, he waited for you to nod. “let’s go back to bed, yeah?” he hugged you tight. “i’m not letting you go tonight.”

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi grunted, confused when he felt you moving around more than usual behind him,

no longer wrapped around him with one leg over his waist like how you had fallen asleep

when he heard you mumble a few things under your breath, he thought maybe you were just dreaming

but when he heard a whimper of his name, followed by “please no––”

he turned around immediately, and turned on his bedside lamp, concerned and alert

he noticed that your face looked like it was in pain, like you were hurt

he put a hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb

“wake up sweetheart.”

you shook your head from side to side, seemingly wrestling with what you were seeing in your nightmare

he kissed your forehead, “come on, come back to me. open your eyes for me baby.”

he shook your side a few times and you finally opened your eyes, but he frowned when he noticed the pain still hadn’t left your face

his eyes widened when you suddenly threw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you blinked the tears away. he wrapped his arms around you immediately, “hey it’s okay, i’m here. you’re safe.”

he rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly and whispered reassuring things in your ear, kissing your temple every now and then.

after a few minutes of holding you, he spoke up. “do you wanna tell me what happened in your nightmare? i’m right here, nothing bad’s gonna happen i promise.”

your hand came up to hold the side of his jaw and neck and you sat up slightly, but he made sure to keep you secure and not let you run off, not that you were going to. “um...well i was coming over to your house cause we had a date night planned...” you trailed off slightly and felt his hand rub your thigh reassuringly. you sighed, “the door was unlocked so i came in, and i noticed another girl’s shoes in by the door?” you felt him stiffen under you but you went on. “so i went to find you, to ask you about it...but when i got to your room, you were...on top of her, and you can...fill in the blanks i’m guessing...”

he opened his mouth to say something but you spoke before he could. “and you don’t have to apologize or anything, i know it wasn’t you and you wouldn’t do that...it just felt real and that really hurt me. but i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” you tried to smile but it felt like a grimace more than anything and iwaizumi sighed. you mistook it for annoyance and your eyes widen, “oh i’m sorry, you’re probably tired, i’ll just––”

you tried to get off his lap but he stopped you, confused. “no, darling i don’t care what time it is, this is important. i only sighed because i don’t like how you’re pretending to be okay when you’re not.” he put a hand under your chin, “it’s okay if you’re not okay. but i’m here for you, to help you feel better, yeah?” he kissed your nose lightly. “you have nothing to apologize for, and i know you said i don’t either, but i’m sorry that i hurt you, even if it was in a dream.”

you smiled for real this time and kissed his cheek, making him blush lightly. “you’re too sweet to me, you know that?”

his brows furrowed, “not possible.” he gave you a quick peck on the lips and lied you back down on the bed with a small smile before turning off the light. he slid back in with you and put his arm around your waist to pull you close. “you ready to sleep?”

you nodded, “do you mind cuddling me until i fall asleep?”

“of course not, but you’re funny if you think i’m letting you go at all, even in my sleep.”

oikawa:

oikawa was sleeping peacefully, rolling over to wrap his arm around you and pull you close and his brows furrowed when you swung his arm back to his side, but he stayed asleep

he kept sleeping even after you repeated this three more times

but when you did it one more time, this time with more force, he whined and blinked his eyes open slowly

“y/n-chaaan, let me hold you~”

you simply huffed and kept staring in front of you, into the darkness of your room, your arms and legs crossed as you sat up against the headboard

you don’t even know how long you’d been awake, it was 4am, but you couldn’t be bothered to care

as soon as you saw oikawa with his tongue down another girl’s throat, while she sat in his lap, you were so mad you couldn’t think

...this was in a dream of course, and you know that––

but it still pissed you off

“wha––” oikawa leaned up on one arm to get a better look at you and make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “what are you doing up?” he turned his head to look at the clock on the nightstand, “wh––four a.m??” he turned back to you dramatically, and while normally you would’ve found it amusing, today was a different day.

you felt oikawa drag himself to a sitting position as he stared at you frantically and utterly confused. “what is going on here??” when you didn’t respond, his shoulders drooped down and he placed a hand on your thigh which you quickly slapped off. he squawked, “baby??–”

“you don’t get to call me that.”

his head bobbed back, offended. “what do you mean?! what happened in the hours that i was asleep?”

again, you stayed silent and of course, he kept talking. “y/n-chan you can’t just not tell me what’s wrong, this is outrageous!”

you sat there, brewing in your annoyance for a few moments before cutting off his rant, voice completely monotone. “you cheated on me.”

there was a brief silence, a moment of processing before he exploded. “i’m sorry, what?! i most certainly did not! what are you talking about ?! i am loyal!”

you shrugged, only fueling the fire and his eyes widened. “what do you mean?” he imitated your shrug mockingly, “where did you get this insane theory from?!”

he was talking far too loud for 4am, and you did not want a visit from the neighbors. “tooru––”

“tooru?! who is that?! i’m baby! love! your loyal boyfriend! soon to be husband when we’re ready!––”

you finally turned to him, “you’re being too loud! it’s four am––”

he glared but lowered his voice, maybe a fraction. “y/n-chan you are not gliding over your preposterous accusation like this––why on earth do you think i cheated?!”

you blinked, unfazed. “i saw it.”

“that’s impossible because it never happened!”

“yes it did! i saw your tongue go down her fucking throat and your hands were all over her and she was in your lap, tooru. that’s why i woke up because i saw it and i got mad. how dare you do that––”

“i’m telling you that never happened! i don’t know who you saw but it wasn’t––wait.” he blinked a few times and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. “did you say you saw it and you woke up? are you talking about a dream??”

you clenched your jaw, “more like nightmare but that’s irrelevant, the point is you cheated–”

“y/n-chaaan––” he threw himself on you and wrapped his arms around you, ignoring your protests. he placed his head on your lap and looked up at you, with a pout. “you scared me! i thought you were really mad at––”

“i am mad at you.”

“what?! but it wasn’t even real!”

“dream tooru and real tooru are basically the same.”

“when are you going to stop calling me that?” he frowned, giving you puppy dog eyes and you groaned, slapping a hand over his face (gently), but he still yelped anyways.

“don’t look at me like that.”

he took your hand off and kissed your palm softly. “why, is it working?”

you sighed and looked away. “...i know it wasn’t real but it still hurt seeing you like that, you know? that’s why i was so annoyed––it wasn’t even real but it still affected me so much.”

he sat up against the headboard and pulled you into his lap, pleased to see you weren’t complaining. you placed your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes down, focused on his chest. he squeezed your waist and ducked his head down to peck your lips, smiling victoriously when it made you smile.

“i would never be as dumb as dream me and throw our precious relationship away, i love you way too much and value having you in my life far too much to do something like that.” he kissed your cheek, “you’re it for me, got it?”

you nodded, looking up into his eyes to see how serious he was. you could see the love he had for you. “okay...i love you baby.”

he smiled, “i love you too. so much.” he kissed you on the lips gently. “now can we please cuddle? we both need our beauty sleep.”

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darkmulti · 3 years

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Hello I love your work so much, you are my fav writer I love your style and the way you paint your ideas! <3

I know you must have a lot of requests but could you please do a hard dom CEO jungkook, with innocent reader. Would be nice if you can add corruption kink, degrading and non con. Thank you!

⚠️: NON CON, DEGRADATION, CORRUPTION KINK, INNOCENT!READER, VIRGIN!READER, slapping, choking

-> I’m glad you like my work!! Sorry for the wait tho😭

-> I didn’t “add” too much corruption kink because it’s kinda hard to incorporate corruption kink and non con

-> sorry for any mistakes

“Y/N! In my office now!”

The moment you sat down on your chair, your boss called you again

You quickly stood up and hustled into his office

“Yes, Mr. Jeon. Is something wrong?”

You politely asked

“What the hell did you put in my coffee?”

“Regular, sir. Two milks and one sugar.”

“Did you check the expiration date on the milk?”

“Uh… no”

“God damnit! Are you trying to poison me, Y/N?! You can’t do the simplest tasks right! Get out of my sight.”

“Sir, I can make you another-”

“I said get out!”

You immediately left his office and sped off into your own

You closed the door gently before covering your mouth and bursting out into tears

The constant yelling and degrading was slowly breaking you down

He never appreciated any of your hard work, instead he focused on the small flaws you made

You knew you deserved better so that night you went home and wrote a resignation letter

The next day you went to work and gave it to Mr. Jeon

“Mr. Jeon, this is my resignation letter. I can’t work here anymore. It’s not good for my mental health.”

He poked his inner cheek with his tongue and crumbled the letter

“You have to give me a two weeks notice. That way I can start looking for your replacement. However, I have a business trip next week and you have to come with me.”

“What if I find someone that can take my place?”

“No, I want you to go with me and that’s final.”

Next week

You were at the airport with your carry on bag in hand and your passport in the other

Jungkook was in front of you, leading the way to the private jet

Once you both were seated, he poured himself and you a drink

“So, tell me why you want to quit.” He said, taking a sip of his Blue Label whiskey

You didn’t want to tell him the real reason, which was because of him

You thought it’d make the trip more awkward if he knew that you were quitting because of him and you also didn’t want to sound mean

So the best excuse you could come up with was that you found a more suitable job

You told him lies after lies, thinking that he was believing you

Little did you know, Jungkook could see right through you

He knew the real reason you were quitting was because of him

He was purposely cruel to you and you’ve finally reached your breaking point

It was amusing to him

Did you really think that you could trick him?

How cute

Jungkook knew that whole suitable job excuse was a lie because he keeps his eyes on you all day and night

While you were asleep, Jungkook broke into your apartment and installed tiny cameras all around

So he could keep an eye on you

He also hacked into your phone and installed a tracking app, just in case

He got access to all your emails, social media, phone calls, photos, text messages — ect.

Anyways, back to the private jet

You were in the back of the jet sleeping since it was a long flight and you get air sick

You felt something around your waist so you looked down and see a tattooed arm

You immediately recognized who it was and got up, waking up Jungkook in the process

“I- I’m sorry, sir. You should’ve woke me up and I would’ve given you the bed.”

“It’s fine, we’re about to land anyways.”

After you guys landed, you both headed towards the car in the hangar

The driver took you both to a luxury hotel

The building itself was super unique

The transparent, rooftop pool was definitely something you were looking forward to

Jungkook had paid for your hotel room

You guys had rooms right next to each other so it’s more convenient for him

It was still 10 in the morning, so Jungkook allowed you to sleep for a little while but by 12pm, you guys had to leave for an important meeting

The afternoon was packed with meetings, presentations & preparations for a small business party

You were exhausted because Jungkook kept you running back and forth while he was sitting on his ass

By the end of the day you were tired as hell, but luckily everything went smoothly

Jungkook seemed to be okay with how everything turned out

You were relieved to say the least

He’d usually find something to complain about

It was 10pm when you both arrived at the hotel

Jungkook said he was going to go shower and sleep so you bid goodnight and went into your room

Even though you were physically and mentally exhausted, your mind couldn’t fall asleep

You figured it was because of the amount of coffee you consumed

Since you couldn’t fall asleep, you decided to put on your swimming suit and go upstairs to try out the pool

Once the elevator doors opened, you were surprised to see so many people on the rooftop dancing and drinking

You still went to the pool even though it was loud and packed

On your way to the pool, you accidentally bumped into a group of guys

They notice your somewhat revealing swimming suit and offered a drink

You were going to reject but all of them were pressuring you to have at least one drink with them, so you stupidly agree

One drink turned into two and so on

You started dancing with the guys and they were all cheering you on

This was it

This was the attention you were craving for

You were a little wasted but still had your senses

You held one of the boy’s hand and took him to the swimming pool

“You said you were good at swimming… so make sure I don’t drown.” You drunkly said before jumping in

The man chuckled at your behaviour and jumped in afterward to make sure you don’t do anything dumb

After swimming, you had more drinks and danced more with everyone

The night was going so well until someone pulled you away from all the chaos

“Heyyyy, what’re you doing man? The party’s over there.” You said, pointing back to the crowd

He wasn’t responding so you tried to look at his face but the lights were burning your eyes

You looked down at his arm and recognize his tattoos

Once you realized who he was, it was too late

“M- Mr. Jeon, why’re you up so late?”

He brought you back to his room and shoved you in

Jungkook pushed you against the door and slapped you hard

It brought you back to reality real fast

“Are you dumb, Y/N?! Going upstairs without telling me anything, drinking and dancing with men you don’t know— do you know how dangerous that is?! Is your head hollow?!” He yelled in your face and hit the side of your head a couple of times, checking if it was hollow

“Do you know what they would’ve done to you if I didn’t come?! Let me fucking show you.”

He pushed you towards the bed and you slipped because of your wet feet

You started backing away from him, but you knew you were doomed when your back hit the side of the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please. I was just trying to have fun-” another hard slap landed on your cheek and this one was enough to make you tear up

“Fun? You want to have fun? Okay then, let’s have some fun.”

He pulled you up by your wrist and pushed you down on the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please! I’m so sorry! I don’t know how it all happened!”

You were sobbing at this point because Jungkook looked terrifying

He was beyond pissed and his eyes were showing it all

“You think a “sorry” can fix what you did?! You’re so fucking stupid! This is why I yell at you all the time because your dumb, little head knows nothing. Without me, you wouldn’t be living so comfortably. I give you a good pay, so you can pay rent, buy food and clothes without worrying about money. But, what do I get in return? A resignation letter…” he scoffs before continuing “… You’re just a dumb, naive, whore that would be homeless right now if I didn’t take care of you. Maybe this is why your parents abandoned you.”

Your bottom lip started to wobble and before you knew it, you were bawling your eyes out in front of him

His words were so harsh, you weren’t ready for it at all

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

You apologized over and over and over but he still wasn’t satisfied

“H- how can I make it up? Please, give me a chance.”

His hand went towards your private area and you started shaking your head profusely

“No, no, no… anything but that please…”

“Well, there’s nothing else that you have that I want.”

“I’m n- not comfortable though.”

Jungkook grabbed your face and stared deep into your eyes

“Does it look like I care?”

Jungkook continued on

He ripped your swim suit off and pulled down his pants

“Please be gent-”

You screamed when you felt him push into you

You grabbed his arms and tried to push him away but he easily dominated you

He pinned your hands above your head and spat down on his cock for some lube

Without any warning, he pushed his full length in, causing you to squirm around and cry

Your purity blood dripped down onto the bed sheets while you kept pleading for him to stop

“Mr. Jeon, please! I- I was sa- saving till marriage.” You sobbed

“That’s even better. Now we can get married.”

“No! No! I don’t want that.”

Jungkook pushed your legs apart and started going at a fast pace

“You don’t want to get married to me? Well, that’s too bad because I don’t care about what you want.”

Each of his thrust were powerful and rough

He wrapped his hand around your neck so anytime you rejected him in a way, he’d squeeze until you’d shut up

Your face was hot and red from all the slapping and choking

He covered your neck in hickeys

All night, he was fucking you

The headboard was banging against the wall so hard, it left dents in the wall

There was cum overflowing out of you, but Jungkook still didn’t stop

He pounded you until your body gave up on you

You couldn’t fight anymore

You weren’t talking, crying or moving

All you could do was whimper softly when it really hurt

Jungkook noticed you were on the verge of passing out, so he quickened up his pace and came into you before collapsing on top of you

“You would’ve been in so much more pain if I didn’t save you from those guys. So what do you say to me?”

You weakly open your eyes and look into his

“T- Thank you.” You whisper softly before falling unconscious

Decided to end it here bc I don’t have the brain power to continue writing. Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 2am

#jungkook smut #bts smut #non con #bts yandere #yandere bts

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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»» — {♡} —— { ♡ } —— {♡} — ««

comforting sleep deprived s/o | bnha

➳ incld ;; bakugo and kirishima

➳ warnings ;; none, just fluff, pro-hero!au

➳ wc ;; 1.8k overall.

➳ a/n ;; i haven’t slept properly in days. running on empty so this is how im coping. i love them.

»» — {♡} —— { ♡ } —— {♡} — ««

i. bakugo katsuki

- doesn’t like napping cause he insists on keeping his sleep schedule tight. not that you can really get mad at him over that - hero work is busy and he doesn’t like being tired cause it makes him more aggravated than usual.

- so he avoids naps almost at all costs and rarely gets tired. his sleep schedule is really, really good.

- not so much the same for you though.

- bakugo accepted pretty early on that you were something of a night-owl. bad sleep anxiety and just generally having too much energy at night made it so that he rarely ever saw you go to bed. you were at least lagging a few hours behind him like. at all times.

- he didn’t really mind at first, but at some point he realized just how little sleep you actually got. one time he woke up at 7am, surprised to see you also awake - only to find out you hadn’t slept the entire night.

- he was pissed. after almost blowing up your kitchen, he sighed and basically told you that if you need helping sleeping to just “fucking ask him” or else.

- needless to say, it didn’t get that much better. you two compromised by setting a time that you had to be in bed by, even if you weren’t asleep. whenever bakugo has time, he’s always trying to get you to rest but sometimes his schedule doesn’t really allow him to check up on you how he likes.

- he’s coming home from a long mission. not super tired but just tedious work. he just wanted to relax. it was late, 3:37am on the clock when he finally walks in.

- to his surprise - there’s a light on in the kitchen. when he walks in, very confused, he sees you sliding cookies off of a sheetpan into a little plastic tupperware. he stops. he stares.

- why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning

- “what the fuck are you doing awake?”

- you jump back with a hand over your chest, barely catching your breath. you blink a few times before sighing.

- “baking. i didn’t think you’d be home so soon”

- he hears it before he sees it. your voice is absolutely tattered - he can literally hear how exhausted you are. he pumps the breaks, walking towards you swiftly before staring down at you hard.

- “when was the last time you slept,”

- you press your lips into a tight smile, and he sees the dark purple under your eyes. he feel his heart hurt a little. his hands come up to your face as he brushes his thumb every so slightly against your lashes.

- “it’s uh.. hard to sleep without you. more than usual, you know”

- “Y/N”

- “i don’t know. maybe two or three days ago properly? i mean i got some sleep in between but -,”

- he stops you before you can start. he shuts the cookie container and leaves the tray in the sink before grabbing your hand a little forcefully and tugs you to the bathroom - lifting you up onto the counter. you know to stay put.

- when he comes back it’s with a fresh change of clothes for the both of you. you blink at him owlishly as he strips himself off of his clothes - grateful he took time to shower at the agency.

- he takes his shirt off and then takes yours off too, before pulling you right towards him. your arms instantly are around his neck, the warmth of his body pressed against your figure with his chin tucked over your shoulder.

- and god - he’s so comforting you kind of want to cry. he smells like clean soap and deodorant and a little like smoke. feeling his skin against yours makes you feel instant relief. just hugging in the bathroom has you falling half asleep. you were just so tired.

- when he pulls back, his whole face looks so damn worried it makes you want to cry. you put your own hands on his face and cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheek bone as he rests his forehead on yours.

- “dumbasss. i can leave something with you if it’s that bad - fuck, you could’ve called me, you know?”

- and you sigh and smile and kiss him a bit before pulling away again. man, you’re tired. you’re so, so tired.

- “yeah.. i know,”

- he helps you get undressed and freshened up, even rubs your facewash into your skin and rubs all your skincare in before hauling you off the bed. he turns the lights dim and just holds you, rubbing circles into your back as he holds you right to his chest.

- “go to fucking sleep,” “love you katsuki” “..love you too”

- he doesn’t sleep until you do, and wakes up the next morning to call in sick for you while you sleep against his chest. he should probably wake up but.. sleeping a bit longer won’t kill him.

{♡} —— { ♡ } —— {♡}

ii. kirishima eijirou

- kirishima likes to wake up pretty early so he can workout and do his cardio at the start of his day and his weightlifting later on. sleeping well is important to him cause his workout routine is super unforgiving if he’s not resting properly on rest days and the like. building muscles absolutely requires sleep!

- that being said - he doesn’t mind not sleeping early if he has something to do. drinking especially normally keeps him up on weekends. overall, it was good but he doesn’t limit himself.

- overall, it’s not something he paid a ton of attention too. life is all about balance so kiri goes with the flow. his rule of thumb is trying to get at least 8 hours a night tho.

- but because kirishima is so go with the flow - it took him a long time to figure out that you were a night owl and something of an insomniac. he assumed that when he wished you goodnight everday, you fell asleep around the same time as him.

- but one drunken even, he finds himself stumbling to your apartment. knocking on your and barely standing upright - he immediately is planning on apologizing for disturbing your sleep.

- but then you.. open the door and you’re literally wide awake. you look tired but you’re clearly not sleepy. kirishima, once gain, blasted - pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and grins toothily. he’s just excited to see you at that point and forgets about the whole ordeal until a few weeks later.

- he ends up texting you about it a couple weeks later, assuming it’d be a once off thing that you’d explain to him.

- ... is upset and shocked to learn that you rarely, if ever fall asleep before two am like on a good day. poor man is in shock for the rest of the day and proceeds to ask you about why you have a hard time to sleeping to try and see what he can do.

- he wants to help but you just keep brushing it off and it honestly made him so upset he didn’t know what to do with himself. he couldn’t sleep a wink that night because the whole thing is bothering him so damn much.

- what really sets him off is when he finally has a chance to see you after a few weeks. you were busy with uni and didn’t really have a ton of time to see him so the two of you couldn’t see each other properly for a few weeks.

- he’s elated to see you. he’s missed his baby so much and he’s pulling all the stops out when he’s getting dressed. jeans cuffed, his best cologne, fresh shaved, brand new sneakers. he really wants to impress.

- he’s wrapping you up into the tightest hug when he see’s you. your dressed comfortably but he still thinks you look so beautiful and he’s complimenting you, giving you kisses and overall just doting on you. he wraps your hand in his yours and just talks.

- in fact, he’s so excited to see you, he doesn’t notice how..deflated you are. not at first anyways.

- but as the date goes on, it becomes more and more obvious you don’t share his enthusiasm in the same way.

- sure, he’s talkative but you haven’t said a word about how your week has been. all of his jokes have been met with mere huffs and forced chuckles and your eyes seem really distant.

- it hits him all at once at the end of your date when you just seem so... out of it. he’s about to take you somewhere else but you stopped listening a while ago. kirishima stops dead in his tracks and holds your hand nervously, calling you a few times to get your attention.

- “Y/N.. are you mad at me? is something wrong?”

- your eyes go wide, flailing your hands to reassure him. you knew you were acting strange but to see kirishima this upset makes you feel awful.

- “oh kiri - god no, it’s not you. sorry for being so.. distant - it’s not you,”

- “well then.. what’s wrong?”

- kirishima feels his heart get pierced when he sees you laugh. you look... so exhausted. your eyes are so heavy and the makeup on your skin is only barely concealing your dark circles. why did it take him so long to notice?

- before he can even reply, he remembers that little tidbit about your sleep schedule. his heart so genuinely aches.

- “Y/N.. when was the last time you got any proper sleep?”

- you flinch, visibly at the question. with an awkward laugh you inform him that it had been at least a week since you’ve had the time to actually sleep.

- “why didn’t you sleep today? on your day off?”

- “i uhm.. wanted to see you. i know you had a date planned and i was excited to see you. sorry for.. ruining your plans”

- he’s devastated by how cute you are. hugs you so damn tight.

- “baby, you can see me whenever. im happy being with you even if all we’re doing is napping together”

- when you mumble a soft “oh” in his chest, he can’t help but melt into a sigh. before you can protest, he’s dragging you back to his car and driving you home ignores your protests and buckles you, covering you with his jacket before kissing the crown of your head and telling you to sleep on the way back to his place.

- he watches you like a hawk the whole time until he arrives at his place. he wakes you up and carries you on his back until he gets inside. all he does is kick his shoes off before pulling the full weight of you down on his body, kissing your whole face.

- “sleep well baby. ill wake you up in a few”

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#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou imagines #kirishima imagines #bnha imagines #writing tag #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #this is SO self indulgent im embarassed #bye i rlly wrote this in an hour

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| 𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 | CHAPTER 9

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camshows, camboy!seokmin, softdom!seokmin, sexual photos/videos, masturbation, praise!kink, daddy!kink, mentions of sex toys, soonyoung thinking he’s a matchmaker lol AND WE ARE BACK! 😭💕 Sooo sorry for the delay, it’s been like, a literal almost two whole months since ch 8 and for that I am very very sorry kdjkdjh ☠️ I thought it’d be best to ease back into it with this chapter since it’s been a while though 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Literally just,,, November did not go how i thought it would at all but the important thing is that we’re back! ✨ Hilariously, all of my posts next week will be queued bc I will be seeing bts soooo ☠️ y’know kjdhkj the grind never stops apparently 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I hope to get some real rest after then tho 😩✨ But anyway! enjoy ch9 and I will see you tomorrow to catch up on inbox messages! I love you, and have a good day! 🥴💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?

*queued post. (cuz even workin on Saturdays 😩 lol)

“Hey, did you hear about that weird anonymous board that’s popped up about our uni?”

Your ears perk up at the conversation coming from the cafe table behind you - a threaded needle in one hand and one of Seokmin’s costume shirts in the other.

You’d chosen to finish some last minute alterations at a cafe; knowing that if you tried to work at home, you’d get distracted and not finish on time.

“No? What’s it about?”

“I mean, I haven’t gone to check myself but apparently it’s some anonymous board called ‘/svt_u_gonewild’ where people have been posting nudes ‘n stuff… It’s only for our uni, though. So it’s just people that attend here, supposedly.”

You make a mental note to check on it later; curiosity making your mind wander about who would be posting on there and if you’d be able to recognize anyone.

Should I post on there? You ask yourself in the heat of the moment - cheeks warm as you bite your lip.

You’d been spending a lot more time with Seokmin lately and, admittedly, you’d found yourself falling more and more for him with each meeting the two of you had.

You watched from the sidelines during his rehearsals and when the two of you would have costume fittings, he would always make an effort to keep you laughing and engaged in a conversation.

Not to mention he was extremely gifted at what he did once he was serious about his work.

And he even kept his offer of always bringing you anything you needed, whether it’d been coffee or even late night food when the two of you knew you’d be having costume fittings the next morning.

‘It’s the least I can do,’ he’d always say with a sheepish smile, ‘You’re working so hard for me and I really appreciate that.’

“Soonyoung-hyung… You know everyone can tell it’s you posting… Right?”

The male smirks as he pockets his phone and takes a sip of his red plastic cup.

“So? What if I said I don’t care, huh? I mean, look at me. What would I wanna hide about this?”

He does a spin as Seokmin rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his own drink.

They’d ended up at another frat party, this one quieter than most of the others he’d been to.

Thankfully.

But while Soonyoung had been having the time of his life, Seokmin couldn’t help but think about the 9AM costume fitting he had at the campus the next morning - choosing to only have a few drinks before he’d go home and maybe stream for just a little bit before bed.

“Hey, I saw this post earlier, I think you might like it, Seokmin!”

Soonyoung fishes for the phone he’d just pocketed a few seconds prior; scrolling as quickly as possible before he finds the picture he was looking for.

“A-ha! Here you go, I think you’d like it. I dunno, it kinda reminded me of you for some reason?”

The younger male leans in to see the photo, eyes as wide as saucers when he sees it fully.

It was a photo of a lingerie-clad body; baby pink and mostly only lace covering up barely anything with a large pink dildo between the spread legs to cover up the fact that the figure didn’t have any panties on.

‘I thought this might’ve been daddy’s favorite…? I’m not sure though… Tell me what you like?’ was the caption and it made Seokmin’s mouth water at the scenarios that ran through his head in a split second.

“Ay, are you okay? I don’t think you’ve blinked yet.”

“H-huh? Oh, uh, I just… zoned out, is all. Um, maybe you should put that away, we’re in public, dude.”

Seokmin, against his will, tears his eyes off of the image that he so desperately wants to take one more look at - telling himself he’ll look for it later when he’s alone so he can inspect it further.

“You’re the one that was just staring but okay, sure. Y’know, you need to loosen up, Seokmin. Maybe you should post on there!”

“What?!”

Soonyoung laughs before downing the rest of his drink, “Yeah, it’s not like anyone would know it’s you anyway!”

“Uh, right…”

“Or, hmm, do you want me to figure out who’s in the pic? I can try to hook you up or something’ if you want? You seemed reeeaaallly interested~ And I think I might have the skills~ Unless you’re scared she’s more experienced than you~”

“Please, can we finish up taking their free booze so we can go home?”

You’re about to let sleep take you when a notification pops up on your phone - the light making you groan as you pick it up to see what it was.

‘Bedtime thoughts....? [Praise Kink] [Audio Stream]’

You thank the powers above that Dokyeom’s streams were always audio streams and that you didn’t have to pay attention to any videos as you opened the stream and set your phone back down onto the bed sheets.

“Mm, sorry,” He starts - voice groggy and sleepy as he sighs, “I was about to go to sleep but I just wanted to pop in really quick… I--I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to get off… I’ve been like this for an hour now…”

User98475945: ooo why’s that?

Anonymous093847: were you sleeping?

b@d_dream: I was about to go to bed too… What was on your mind?

Dokyeom chuckles on the other end and between his soft groans and muffled sighs, you can hear the slicked noises of his hand working up and down his cock as you lick your lips.

“I saw a picture earlier that I really liked… Got me thinkin’ about how much I’d wanna praise my babygirl, y’know? Especially after you’ve worked so hard riding my cock…”

You squirm underneath the covers and you snake a hand between your thighs as you slowly work yourself up over his filthy words.

“There was a pink dildo in the picture and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d love to thrust that toy right into your pretty ‘lil cunt, baby…” Dokyeom moans right into the mic as you press your fingers right into your clothed mound. “I wanna see you bent over while I thrust that toy into you… And I know you’d be a good girl and take what daddy gives to you, right? You’re such a good girl for me, after all.”

The comments on Dokyeom’s stream go crazy as they fly across the screen; virtually impossible to read any of them as he continues.

“You’d be so good for me and take that toy… Right before I fuck your pretty cunt open, spread your legs nice ‘n wide for me while you keep all that pretty lingerie on your body too~ You’ll let daddy cum on your pretty pink lingerie and get it all dirty, right?”

You can hear Dokyeom’s hand speeding up as he works himself up to an orgasm and there’s a slurry of comments begging to know what the picture actually looked like for him to be this turned on.

He ignores it for a moment, instead chasing his high as his hips thrust up into his enclosed fist and soft, muttered curse words fall from his lips right into the mic.

The stream has only been going on for a few minutes but in that time, Dokyeom manages to make $2000 - something he was extremely proud of.

“Ah, f-fuck… I wanna cum so bad already… I’ve been touching myself far longer than I had the stream open… do you want daddy to cum inside of your pretty pussy or on you, princess?”

He lets out a airy chuckle before he feels himself cumming; succumbing to the pleasure as his eyes clamp shut and his hips erratically thrust up into his fist.

Donations and comments make the stream lag slightly as his viewers drink in the way his voice gets airy in the midst of his high and you feel the wetness soak into your panties as you groan and realize it’s going to take more than this to get you off before you can fully rest and go to bed.

‘I’ll just replay some of his old videos, get off and go to bed…’ You reason with yourself; promising to get to sleep as soon as you were satisfied.

You had a 9AM fitting with Seokmin and it was already severely late into the night.

But it takes a few long minutes of Dokyeom moaning and sighing into the mic before he’s coming down and slumping against his computer chair - chuckling softly as he gets back to the question at hand.

“Mm, it was a pretty photo, by the way… Cut off right before the face but the figure was covered up in baby pink lingerie… it didn’t leave much to the imagination and the pink dildo made me wonder if she could take all of it… Then it got me thinking about fucking my pretty ‘lil princess all night… I was out with a friend and I felt bad - I bailed a little early because my cock was so hard just thinking about it.”

He laughs again, this time sounding a little more tired. “There were a lot of comments underneath praising her and leaving all sorts of filthy comments - I think she even responded to some saying how wet they made her so... Y’know. I won’t say I’m jealous buuuut... Couldn’t help but think about it too.”

Your brows furrow as you process his words.

He couldn’t have been talking about the photo you’d posted earlier.

Right?

b@d_dream: where was it posted? I kinda wanna see…

User284937: me too!

Anonymous748594: same!

“Ah, I wish I could but I can’t. Privacy reasons, y’know? They might be local to me.” Dokyeom stretches and yawns into the mic, “But there was a cute ‘lil butterfly charm right in the middle of the bra - it was purple and blue so if you see it, you know you’re looking at the right one~”

Your breath stops for a moment ad your body goes rigid.

He was talking about you.

You freeze under the covers with your hand between your legs, suddenly more interested in the fact Dokyeom was in the same anonymous board as you were which meant he attended the same university that you did.

But you didn’t know a Dokyeom?

But the campus is big, you tell yourself; slowly feeling a cold sweat start to wash over your body, he could be anywhere there.

And in your sleepy haze, you can’t remember if you’d even told Dokyeom which university you attended - only remembering that the two of you had spoken about attending one in general.

You’re too deep into your thoughts to realize Dokyeom was already signing off for the night; now too awake to even go to bed and too curious to even get off.

A sigh escapes your lips as you slide your hand from between your thighs - it would be a long night.

#seokmin smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seokmin scenarios #seokmin imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seokmin fic #seokmin #lee seokmin

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