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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ surprise, princess.

“If I were to flatten my tongue in this delicate pussy of yours, would you cry or mewl?”

PAIRING. Bakugo Katsuki x You/Reader

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This oneshot covers the My Hero Academia AU. In this universe, Bakugo Katsuki is already a pro hero, but you/reader is a popular actress.

SYNOPSIS. As an actress, your job is to entertain and give content through acting. This also includes fanservice which you don’t mind. However, the only boundary you have is that you refuse to make any pornographic scenes with anyone in the movies or shows because you are only bound to your husband. But, some lunatic decided to disregard your boundary and forces you to film such a scene. Just how exactly will your husband react to this?

WARNING. minors dni, 18+ scenes, mature scenes ahead such as rough sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, deepthroating, fingering, edging, humiliation, dirty talk, roleplay, knife play, dry humping, passionate kissing

AUTHOR’S NOTES. Idk yall, this scene just happened to popped out my head while rewatching bha lol. Besides, it sounds hot and has an intriguing plot too? So why not decide to make my imagination a reality….through writing lmao. Also please don’t attack me with my shitty smut…it’s been a while since I’ve honestly written one so go easy on me :)

You were beyond irritated, however, you stopped yourself from showing a foul expression in front of the director. This stupid son of a bitch wants you to film a sex scene for the TV series that they are currently filming. His stupid damn reason is fanservice — not that it’s a bad thing since it’s already a norm in this society, but you have boundaries when it comes to fanservices. Your only boundary is that you refuse to film pornographic scenes with anyone because your body is only for your dear husband, Bakugo Katsuki.

“With all due respect, Mr. Director, I already mentioned that I absolutely refused to film such a scene with someone else,” You reminded, praying and asking quietly for help to keep her sanity.

“Oh come on now! Your beauty is such a waste! You should share whatever you have underneath those clothes to everyone, you know?” The director grinned, looking at you up and down, analyzing you like some kind of meat.

Hold back. Hold back. Hold your fucking mouth back. “You flatter me too much. But, I still stand by my words. I refuse to film such a scene. I have my rights when it comes to choices like this,” You firmly said with a smile.

“Don’t give me that bullshit! You wanna talk about choices?! I make your choices! I make all of your choices! I don’t even know why I asked you! When I say you are filming the fucking scene, you are filming the goddamn scene! You understand, bitch?” He screamed, throwing his folder to the ground, causing everyone to flinch, but they resumed their tasks. This is a normal thing in sets so it isn’t anything special, but to think this yelling is about some narcissistic asshole who thinks the world revolves around him.

The director took a deep breath before continuing, “Your scene tomorrow will be about a gladiator from Rome who’s been in love with you so he decided that he wanted to taste you when you go back to your room in the palace. Is that clear?”

Go to hell, you stupid brainless motherfucking— “Crystal Clear.”

The director’s angry expression turned into a satisfying expression. He placed his hands on top of your shoulders. “I knew you were a good girl,” He said darkly, caressing your shoulders. “I’m sorry if I screamed. Although, I wouldn’t even be screaming if you just listened like the good little girl you are, hm?”

Die, you goddamn extra. “Yes, that was my mistake,” You smiled, trying your best to hold back a fucking punch.

The director gave her one last smile then left her to dismiss everyone on set. After that, the rest of the day just became worse for you. You spent the rest of the night just crying and sobbing at the corner of your hotel room while eating ice cream and throwing candy wrappers around. You wanted to call your husband, but you didn’t want to disturb him either since he is probably doing patrols in Japan.

“Stupid fucking director! If I only knew his attitude was like this then I should have never said yes to this fucking series!” You sniffled, getting a tissue to wipe away your tears and snots.

“AND! If only I wasn’t intrigued by the plot then, none of this would even happen! Here I thought, being away from my husband will be a pain! BUT NOOO!! Turns out! This stupid director is the real pain!” You cried out, throwing the tissue on the floor, and stomping your feet on the ground.

The TV series is called The Tyrant. It’s about the middle princess of the Roman Empire falling in love with a tyrant of a king in Greece. And since this is in the Roman/Greek setting, you can say there are a lot of sex scenes, but you’ve managed to get away from them. This is all because of the character you’re playing; your character is the sister of the Tyrant King who has the reputation of being hard on men. And, because she’s the tyrant’s sister, she’s basically untouchable.

The vibrations of your phone caused you to groan in frustration, standing up from the floor as you wobbled towards the bed to get your phone.

You only choked on your saliva to see the name. “WHAT? ITS MEH HUSBAND?!?!” You screamed in shock, losing your balance a bit and fell down to the floor.

You cursed at your stupidity, sitting back up as you fixed yourself and took a deep breath before answering the call.

“Hey, ‘Suki!! Why are you calling??” You asked, acting cheerful.

Katsuki only chuckled. “Am I not allowed to call my wife?”

Your cheeks flushed in redness. “Yes. I MEAN! No! You are allowed! Sorry! It’s just that…isn’t it late morning in Japan? During that time, you are doing patrols.”

For some reason, Katsuki’s husband's instincts activated. He can sense something is wrong with his wife. You may be a good actress, but you sure as hell can’t hide nor act away your true feelings from Katsuki.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry to break the mood, but are you alright?” Katsuki asked straightforwardly. If there is one thing he learned about relationships is when communicating, don’t beat around the fucking bush — explode your way right through it! Katuski’s words, not mine.

Your silence only confirmed Katsuki’s suspicion. “Baby, turn on your camera.”

“I-I don’t think it’s a good id—don’t make me repeat,” You shivered at this rough tone, gulping at the thought that you had to reveal your hideous self to your lover.

You hesitantly turned on the camera to see a sweaty Katsuki in his hero suit. Your cheeks flared a bit after seeing your husband’s hot state, but at the same time, you were relieved to see your husband again after 2 months apart. Katsuki fumed red to see his cute wife in this state. His veins popped out his forehead as his jaw flexed in anger — he needed to know who the hell messed with the wife of Dynamight.

“Who?” Katsuki growled angrily.

You shook your head. “Katsuki, it doesn’t even matter—everything that involves you fucking matters to me! So you better start telling me, who has hurt my wife?”

Your mouth left a sigh, refusing to even look into his intense gaze. It’s a bit funny because if she was actually in front of Katsuki, he wouldn’t have shifted your head to make you look at him. Thank the lord that he isn’t in front of you at the moment, right?

With that, you started to tell your husband everything — from the shitty director to the tantrums you made in your hotel room.

Yet, as you were explaining, Katsuki remembered the day you announced that you refused to make pornographic scenes with anyone, and this boosted his love for you even more. As the years progressed, you managed to become famous without making such a scene. You even became famous for acting in known movies of today such as Attack on Titan, Haikyuu, and others. Katuski was really proud that you made it to the top, proving to those worthless extras that you are more than just a pretty face. But as you grew more popular, the increase of demands to see you in an R-18 movie really got him possessive and jealous.

Everytime he would go on patrols, he would hear comments about his wife’s physical appearance. He heard many inappropriate and vulgar phrases that boiled his blood. But due to his hero reputation, he couldn’t just blast them off as he used to in highschool. Hence, he would often just glare down on them at such intensity. This was his only limit to tell those horny assholes off.

However, he fucking almost lost it when he heard from Izuku that the paparazzi are taking pictures of his own wife inappropriately. Of course he took action with this through court, but it wasn’t enough to soothe his frustration.

He gets super annoyed by the fact these extras think that they have a chance with you. He gets really pissed with men who ask him about his wife as if he wasn’t the husband. He gets so frustrated when girls clung up to him when they all know he’s fucking taken. He gets truly angry when people don’t know their fucking place.

“What should I do, ‘Suki?” Katuski’s train of thoughts were interrupted by your sweet voice.

The blond paused for a moment, analyzing his wife’s reactions, expressions, movements. With that, he came up with the only conclusion that will help his wife and satisfy his frustration with those pathetic extras going after his wife.

“Go to set tomorrow. I’ll deal with the problem myself,” Katsuki declared evidently, confusing you literally with what he's planning.

“Okay? Sure? But tell me what you are going to do!! So we can be on the same page!!” You asked, hoping he will answer your question.

“Just so what you always do, bunny,” Katsuki grinned.

“Act”

Your head tilted to the side, frowning in confusion as you tried to ask more questions on what’s his alibi. But he proceeded to say his goodnight and love yous before ending the call. Once again, you had the biggest “huh” plastered on your face, and the question only repeats in your head…

— what’s gonna happen tomorrow?

The next day came like a fucking flash, and you did exactly what your husband asked you to do. However, as soon as you got there, the staff just pushed you to the make-up room to prepare you. As the makeup is being done, you read the script, and you swear to Katsuki’s abs, you need to bleach your eyes with holy water. You wanted to choke in disgust with this unholy script. It’s kinda ironic given that she has done this before but only with her husband! Not with some random extra!

The staff now motioned you to dress up for the shoot. Right now, you’re really expecting that Katsuki will barge in the shooting scene and blast the director to bits. He used to do something as violent as that during your highschool days, but he stopped now that he’s a pro hero.

You stare at the mirror to see you are in your white long dress with a cape behind you, however, your back is seen by everyone. Your hair is styled with curls and has the golden leaf tiara on your head with some bangs on the front. You look beautiful, but to think you would show this beauty to someone who’s not your husband. Your eyes quivered, wanting to cry at that thought, but you held back.

You began to think, “I thought ‘Suki will do something?”

A knock on the door caught your attention, diverting your eyes to the door to see the staff asking you to take position on set. The staff also mentioned, to lift up your mood, that the director looks very pale for some reason. The staff joked that he probably met a monster or something. You giggled at the staff’s words, and it helped lift up your mood a bit.

After minutes of last minute touches with the settings and make up. Every actor went to their places as cameras began to start rolling in…

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ACTION!

“Oh by the Gods! That impudent brother of mine will never learn how to treat a lady right! Tell me Zeus! What did my brother do in his past life to bear such attitude?” You rubbed the temples of your nose as you walked through the corridors of this magnificent hall of the Roman Empire.

“Brother, I did not spend 6 months in this empire of unholiness for you to lose your lover in one sitting…” You muttered quietly, disappointed at how your dear brother treated the middle princess harshly.

“Your highness!” An attendant screamed.

You turned your head to see your personal secretary running to you with loads of papers. “What’s wrong? What has my absurd brother done again?”

The attendant let out a sweat. “You are right that it is your brother, my princess, but it’s more than that,” The latter hyperventilated. “It turns out that your mother threatens your brother to leave his lover at once or else Rome will face the consequences. I even heard that it was ordered by you.”

You let out a small growl, veins popping though your forehead. “This is what mother wants. A war between Greek and Rome for power and a war between siblings for the throne. She knows that I am the only one who is capable of stopping my brother, hence why she is using that advantage.”

“That foul ungrateful woman!” The attendant cursed.

“Indeed she is. Rest assured that I will work on a solution, but now I must return to my chambers to rest for today was tiring,” You said, gesturing to her room with her head.

“Of course, princess. Have a good rest.”

With that, you exited the scene to return to your resting chambers. Your room is an open area with the great columns surrounding the room. You were smart enough to choose a room with a great valley view and is not easily peaked through by anyone. In the middle of the room is a big circular sunken bathtub with rose petals. Your bed is found at the side with large tables filled with papers and books. You only sighed tiredly, walking to your table as you removed the tiara in your head.

That’s when you heard the doors opening.

“Perfect timing! Please tell the rest of the maids to prepare my bathing tools. I will be bathing myself today also so—” You gasped loudly when a pair of large but familiar hands grabbed your tits from behind.

Oh, you are so going to kill the actor for touching you vulgarly.

But before you can even react, those hands immediately pull your nipples, causing you to grit your teeth as you arch your back. A rough arm circled around your waist as the other hand squeezed your one tit with all his might. You gasped at this familiar sensation. This only caused you to think because this familiar sensation is only given to you by your husband…

…but there’s no way that Bakugo Katsuki is in Rome?

That’s when you heard a familiar dark chuckle. “My, oh my, princess.” Your eyes quivered at that familiar rough tone. His familiar hands grabbed both your tits once more, squeezing it but also spreading them apart, causing you to whimper.

“Who would have thought, hm?” You quivered violently as your head looked back to see a familiar blond hair. “That the great warrior princess of Greece would make such an erotic sound?”

You turned pale, freezing on the spot to see your one and only husband behind you — touching, staring, groping you.

“H-How are you he—” A large mouth held your jaw tightly, covering your mouth. Your body hair stood up at this sensation, as you stared at his intense and lustful gaze.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, princess. Don’t ask stupid questions. It’s better to worry about what's happening in front of you now.” You got caught off guard with what he said, realizing that he’s indirectly telling you to continue acting, and asking for questions is for later.

Shit! What was my line? BKBJWOWP!?! Damn you, Katsuki for being too hot! “You insolent peasant! How dare you touch someone superior to you!” You managed to speak out, despite the pleasure you are receiving from your husband.

“Superior?” He lets out a laugh, bending you with his bulky chest. “I believe that it is, I..” He whispered to your ear, fondling your tits more.

“…am superior to you.” He growled inhumanly, pushing you towards your desk. You attempted to get up, but he pinned you harder to the desk. This only brought pain to your pelvic bone and breast. Bakugo looked down to lick his lips, witnessing your struggles.

He grabbed his dagger from his sandals, spinning it around before landing the tip in your back. You shuddered below him, feeling the sharp object traced your exposed back. “Fuck, princess. Did you have any idea how much this outfit of yours arouses me? Your fucking exposed skin is asking to be touched.”

“T-That wasn’t even my intention to do—” You gasped loudly when he traced the dagger lower, circling it as he placed a bit more pressure.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. Bet you’ve been wanting men to fuck you right there? Maybe that’s the reason why you’ve been wearing such clothes…” He grinned, putting the dagger down. You immediately shook your head to respond to his question, but he gripped your soft hips, pulling them closer to his hard bulge. Your eyes went wide to feel how hard and big he is.

You turned your head to the side with the support of your shaking arms to see the huge tip poking up your ass cheeks. “Yeah, that’s right. Fucking see how hard you made me,” Katsuki licked his lips with such tantalization.

He spread your asscheeks apart to make room for the rest of his cock. You tried to grip something — anything — for support, and you ended up gripping a book. Katsuki threw his head back, feeling his cock wrapped around your warm asscheeks. “Fuckkkk, princess. This is way better than my fantasies.”

You flinched violently under him, which Katsuki noticed. His expression turned into a twisted expression, grinning psychotically at your reaction. He bent down till his bare chest touched your exposed back, he traced your stomach to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it.

He brought his head closer to your ear and whispered, “Did you like the idea of me having fantasies about you, hm?”

You were about to respond when he spoke again. “I fantasize about you every night. My cock throbs for you, princess. I would relieve myself almost everyday, trying to imagine what your walls would feel around me. I often think of ways on how to ravish your body in different positions. My mouth yearns for the taste of your exquisite pussy. Tell me, princess. If I were to flatten my tongue in this delicate pussy of yours, would you cry or mewl?”

“I-I don’t know…” You muttered softly, gripping whatever you are holding tighter.

Katsuki’s eyes looked at the wall near your bed. He grinned sinfully, already having an idea. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

He lifted you up with ease, pushing your back towards the wall as he held you tight and high. He held you up so high that you could see your entire room. The blond did not waste the time to fumble across your dress, ripping the undergarments and immediately dived down. You didn’t even have time to react, but you felt a warm sensation against your pussy.

“EEK!” You gasped, throwing your head against the wall, back arching with your teeth gritted and eyes wide.

“W-Wait!” You pleaded, but he flattened his hot tongue on your pussy harshly, not wasting any juices coming out. He continued to drag his tongue all over your pussy, tasting every single corner. You pussy twitched violently when he bit your clitoris, stimulating more juices to come out. Then, he wrapped his arms around your thighs till his hands met your pussy. He used his hands to toy with your clitoris as he sucked harder.

Your eyes went wide as you immediately held his blond hair. You instinctively pushed his head closer to your pussy. He flicked, rubbed, pinched your clitoris, causing you to jump in euphoria, as you mewl louder and louder.

That’s when you felt something warm go inside you. You screamed violently, gripping his hair tighter. His tongue started to wiggle inside you, skilfully tasting you. Your head kept going side to side, not knowing what to even do. Soon, you shivered in ecstasy which caused you to lean your upper body forward. His tongue curled, hitting a specific spot which stimulated you to roll your eyes back.

“P-Please..! S-Something’s c-coming!” You whimpered, hoping for a release soon, but that’s when he pulled away. This made you sob literally.

“W-Why…” You asked, still holding his hair. “W-Why did you stop…?”

Katsuki looked up to only shiver at the state of his wife; messy hair, sweating body, dress crumbled, eyes dilated with tears, mouth dripping with saliva. Holy fuck, his cock couldn’t possibly get harder than before. It’s been 2 whole painful months since they’ve had sex. Katsuki missed this look on your fucking face, and he’s been wanting to see more.

“Now, now, now, sweetheart. It isn’t fair that you are the only one who gets all the fun. As the princess, don’t you think it’s your duty to tend to your subjects?” Katsuki asked with a small smirk, putting you down on the ground. Your only reaction to that is stumbling on your feet. You had to hold him for support.

“I-I don’t know how to s-suck your t-thing…” You confessed shyly.

He only chuckled. “Don’t worry, princess. I got you,” He cockily said with a wink. He then dragged you to the side of your bed, and he pushed down his clothing on his lower region. You only watched, while on your knees, how his muscles flexed at every movement he does. His veins would pop out, scaring you a bit that it might pop. And oh fuck his pecs, they are fucking big and hot.

“Careful sweetheart. I might be eaten alive by your eyes,” He teased, removing the last armor attached on his body. Then, he sat down on the bed with his legs wide open, revealing his humongous cock. Hot damn his cock slapped your face as he sat down on the bed. You licked your lips as you analyzed his cock; it was infact fucking huge and veiny. His tip was already leaking as it would twitch from time to time.

“Princess.” You flinched with his husky tone.

“I am not a patient person…” He reminded, rubbing his thumb across your lips.

He stared down at your mouth sensually “I want this…” His thumb traced your lips “…small mouth of yours filled with my cock.”

He used his thumb to open your mouth wider. “Go on, princess.” He brought his cock closer to your face.

“Wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”

You licked his shaft slowly, tracing your tongue up and down. Next, you wrapped your hands around his shaft, pumping it slowly as you continued to lick areas of his cock. Katsuki threw his head back, leaning backwards as he held his body weight with his arms. He lets out a small grumble when he feels his tip being engulfed by your warm mouth. His hips stuttered, feeling his tip being sucked on harder. He gripped the sheets as his feet curled in ecstasy.

Feeling a bit braver, you began to take his cock deeper in your mouth, causing Katsuki to growl, “Damn, baby girl. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

The sudden praise ignited something within you, so you began to suck on his cock harder as you bobbed your head back and forth. Katuski screamed in bliss, holding onto your head tightly with one hand as he began snapping his hips into your mouth. Your eyes went wide at the sudden action, tears started to form once more in your eyes.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He grunted heavily, holding your head with both of his hands, tangling your hair with his fingertips as he thrusted violently inside your mouth. Your eyes rolled back at this new sensation, his cock hitting the back of your throat which made you gag a lot.

Katsuki laughed at the state you’re at. “Yeah. That’s right!” He thrust a bit harder. “Gag on my cock, sweetheart.”

His heavy balls slapped your chin violently, inhaling that muscular gladiator scent of his. Tears began to drop from your eyes as he continued to engulf your mouth.

“Shit! Where did all your pride go, princess? Was that all just an act to rile me up?” He laughed, clenching his jaw after feeling a familiar sensation riling up.

With all of his strength, he pulled away from your mouth as he shivered strongly at the lost sensation. Meanwhile, you cough violently as you sniffle through your nose. You tried to regain the breath you’d lost while sucking his dick. While doing so, you felt warm hands cupping your cheeks.

You looked up to see Katsuki’s eyes full of love and desire. He held you higher, signaling you to stand up from the ground. After you stood up, you two finally crashed into each other’s lips. He groaned loudly, feeling the wave of happiness surrounding him after feeling his wife’s lips again. His hands traveled down his wife’s back to her ass, giving it a tight squeeze. You moaned in his mouth as you continued to passionately engulf each other’s mouths.

Due to the aggressive kissing, the two of you walked back slowly towards the bed. Katsuki sat down first, not even separating his lips from you. His hands began to slide down the strap of your dress, attempting to feel more of your skin. You brought your dress up and sat down on his lap, purposely lining the folds of your pussy on the skin of cock. The blond shivered, feeling how wet you were so he gripped your waist to pull you closer and pressed you more down his cock.

Your hands trace up his muscular shoulders and then to the back of his hair, gripping it tightly. Subconsciously, you began to rock your hips against his hard cock. Katsuki pulled back to moan at the feeling. This immediately made you rock your hips in a steady phase while holding the back of his hair.

“I’ll admit, Gladiator,” You spoke, shocking Katsuki a bit. “You have the balls to even enter the room of the sister of the Tyrant King.”

You giggled, “That’s why I wanna be honest with you, lover boy,” You whispered in his ear.

“The d-day I entered the Colosseum! You were the only gladiator that caught my attention! E-Everytime I would go to the Colosseum, I would often l-look for y-you! I also f-fantasize a-about you!” You moaned, coating his cock with your juices.

“I w-would often p-play with m-myself, t-thinking about h-how your cock would s-shape my insides! I want—fuck!—that to happen!” You whimpered, tears forming on your eyes as you try to reach for your release, thus rocking your hips faster and faster.

Katsuki’s eyes turned animalistic, holding your hips in place. You whined that your husband stopped you once again. “W-Why—Are you sure?” He asked, gripping your hips tighter.

Despite being all messed up, you knew those eyes of his; he’s asking for confirmation if it’s alright to bury his cock inside you right now.

You nodded violently. “I-I want you…! P-Please give me e-everything!”

Katsuki snapped.

“ALRIGHT, EXTRAS! STOP THE CAMERAS! EVERYONE OUT!” He roared loudly, scaring the staff and making you remember that they were filming a scene.

“B-But, Mr. B-Bakugo—didn’t you hear a word I said, you dumbfuck?” He growled one more time, interrupting the director who almost fainted in fear.

“Y-You heard the pro hero! EVERYONE! SCATTER!” The director yelled, throwing his papers in the air and ran away. Every staff laughed at this, relieved that someone has finally put that narcissistic director in his place.

You genuinely forgot that you were filming for a show, and it embarrased you a bit to show this side of yours to the staff and your co-stars. You only placed your head on Katsuki’s shoulders which made him chuckle. The blond caressed your back, comforting you with sweet words and pet names. From time to time, you would lift your head up to see if they left, but you only saw your staff giggling in excitement as your co-stars gave you a teasing smile and thumbs up. After minutes of waiting, they are finally done. They didn’t hesitate to run away to give them the privacy they needed.

With that, Katsuki lets out a loud laughter which causes you to only hit his shoulder. “Damn it, Katsuki! Why did you show up like this? You couldn’t have told me!”

“Sorry, princess,” He grinned, adding a tone with the pet name. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You only sulked, hitting his shoulders again which made him laugh. After laughing, Katsuki brought his fingers closer to your face, removing the hair that covers your beauty. “I’ve missed you, [name],” He smiled, caressing your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you too” You shyly confirmed, leaning your head towards his hand.

“Wanna continue this roleplay, sweetheart?” He asked, completely destroying the romantic tension with his horniness.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You’re into roleplay, Katsuki?” You asked, rocking your hips slowly to tease.

Katsuki chuckled, slapping your ass playfully. “Didn’t consider it first, but now I might consider it because holy fuck, you look so damn hot acting.”

You blushed with his words. “Well, I thought the same. You look really hot acting as a gladiator,” You admitted, arching your back subconsciously.

Katsuki smirked, pulling the ends of your hair down which caused you to look up. “Is that a yes, princess?”

You returned the smirk. “Show me what you’ve got, Gladiator.”

Katsuki’s eyes quivered in lust, bringing his hands on his wife’s chest to rip out the cloth. The action made your breast bounce violently, making you yelp in surprise. Before you can even react, his mouth dove down to your tits as he sucked them with all his might. He used his other hand to press your nipple down to your breast, causing you to hiccup at the action.

“‘Suki… not too r-rough..!” You pleaded, attempting to pull his mouth away from your sensitive breast.

“Oi,” He growled, grabbing your jaw roughly and stared at you with intense eyes. This psychotic-like gaze made you pale in sweat. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, princess.”

“If I want to do something to you, you will fucking accept it,” The hand on your jaw traced down your breast.

“Meaning, if I want this…” He stopped his hand on your stomach. “Filled with my seed, then it will be filled with my fucking seed.”

Your eyes went wide, standing up from his lap as you attempted to run away from this mad man. Your heart dropped when you felt yourself being pushed roughly onto the bed. You fell by your side as you bounced a bit. Your teary eyes opened to see that the gladiator is on top of you.

“There’s no use of running away, princess,” He chuckled, getting the ends of your hair.

“And even if you run, I will find you, sweetheart,” His lips kissed the ends of your hair as he locked his lustful and intense gaze on your soul.

Katsuki licked his lips, seeing how you were displayed below him. Your eyes are dilated with tears with your cheeks red as lips are puffy. The dress is now torned apart, leaving only the lower skirt; this new look on you only emphasized how erotic you look. Your thighs locked together, staring at him with such a look. And fucking hell your breast, they were smuddered with his salvia and bites.

He wanted — no wait — he craved more.

With that, he grabbed his throbbing cock, giving it a few pumps. Then, he aligned it on your vagina area. That’s when you shot your head up, feeling his twitching tip at your entrance.

“W-Wait! G-Give me a momen—” You screamed when he rammed everything in. Your entire body was trembling violently with your back arched and eyes rolled back. Katsuki almost came when he felt the smooth walls of his wife again. He felt his hips twitching, almost releasing his seed inside of her.

You tried to grab something, anything, but your hands just kept thrashing around.

Katsuki licked his lips, combing his hair back. “You feel this, princess?” He asked, tracing to your abdominal, touching the place where he can feel the tip of his cock.

He bent down and whispered, “Your tight cunt managed to take all of me.”

He rolled his hips slowly and gently. “Ya feel that?” He smirked, pressing down your abdomen which stimulated something inside you.

You only replied with a loud whimper. “W-WAIT! D-Don’t do that!” You begged, attempting to remove his hands. Katsuki only scoffed, pressing his hand down further. This action made you come as eyes rolled back with back arched.

This made the blond left with utter shock. You came, and he hasn’t done anything to you just yet. Although he flinched as soon as he felt your walls tightening, and this made him laugh out loud. Your teary eyes only stared at him with shock, getting scared with what’s going to happen.

Katsuki then wrapped his hands around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’ll be damned, princess. You creamed my dick pretty damn good.”

A tear fell down from the side of your eye in embarrassment, attempting to hide your face. “D-Don’t say t-that…”

Katsuki’s eyebrow arched. “That what? The warrior princess creamed a mere gladiator’s cock?” He gave you one hard thrust.

“It’s too late to have regrets, sweetheart because tonight’s about ravishing my very own ambrosia,” He declared lustfully.

He pulled out his cock, leaving the tip only to only slam everything back inside you harshly. You choked a sob, your tears falling down your eyes at the feeling. He continued to rock his hips in a rough matter, only leaving his fat tip inside then slamming back inside you. Fucking hell, you can feel the bed creaking like crazy from the brutal force Katuski’s giving you.

Katuski indeed fucks you like you are his last ambrosia ever. His hips continued to abuse your pelvis with his brutal force, causing you to scream loudly at the pain and pleasure. His hands gripped both of your tits, holding it tightly as he threw his head back at this feeling. You can only hold his wrists, attempting to remove his hands away from your sensitive breasts.

“Shit, shit, shit…!” He gasped, shaking in pleasure as he pressed his finger down your nipples.

Your eyes rolled back, arching your back as you came again violently.

Katsuki laughed darkly. “Yeah, that’ fucking right. Cream on my cock, princess!”

You jolted when he actually pulled out, causing you to whine a bit at the lost feeling. But your eyes went wide when he flipped you over like a ragdoll. You are now on your knees with your back arched. His hands fumbled your lower skirt, ripping it to pieces, making your entire body presented to him. He did not waste time and shoved everything back inside harshly, causing your body to move forward.

Your pupils shrunk in shock, feeling his cock even more in this position. You can properly see how his cock harshly pushes inside you — holy fuck, you can feel his pre-cum too. He bent down, colliding his chest to your back as he traced his hand to your pussy while the other was wrapped around your neck.

You choked once again, feeling yourself being suffocated with his hands while shuddering at his fingers stimulating your abused pussy. He kept rubbing it harshly while assaulting your pussy with his cock. In impulse, you hold his hand that’s choking you as more tears flow down more.

“S-Slow down, p-please..!” You begged, feeling yourself too stimulated already.

“Go faster? You got it, sweetheart,” He grinned, inserting a finger inside your pussy as he rammed his cock inside you even faster and harder.

You screamed. Your tits violently moving up and down at the rough pace, your thighs shaking again as you can feel something building up again. You know it’s coming — you fucking know it. There’s no way in hell you can hold this back.

“Hold it! Hold it! Fucking hold it!” He slapped your ass, grabbing both of your arms, holding them together behind your back.

“Disobey, and watch me edge you over and over again,” He roughly grunted, pushing his hips forward brutally.

You can only whine in return, forcing yourself to hold it in, no matter how hard and painful that can be. To help you hold your orgasm, you hold the sheets till your knuckles turn white. Your toes curl till you can’t even feel them anymore.

Katsuki grumbled, “Fuck! Here it is!” He gripped your hips tighter, pounding faster and rougher. He can see how your skin bounces back and forth from every thrust he makes. He subconsciously licked his lips at this alluring sight. Katsuki continued to use your hips at a rapid speed, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

You felt his hips stutter, signaling you he was about to release. Katsuki chuckled, feeling your soft walls getting tighter, “You better cum with me, Princess.”

And you did.

You came in unison with your husband.

Tears fell down your eyes, pupils rolled back as your hips stuttered at the feeling of the hard orgasm from your husband. His thick and hot cum invaded your insides, causing you to shiver in delight. You gasped in shock, feeling your husband still hard. Your head shook in disbelief, knowing what’s going to happen next.

“‘Suki, a-are you gonna pull out?” You asked.

Katsuki chuckled, “You want me to pull out?” He grinned, pulling your ass cheeks apart, glimpsing your wet juices and mixed cum dripping from your pussy.

He rocked his hips slowly, “We ain’t even finished yet, princess.”

Oh, sweet mother of—

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

#bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #smut #pro hero bakugo x reader #actress reader #mha oc #mha smut #mha bakugou #my hero fanfic #my hero academia #boku no academia #boku no hero fanfic

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satoruwiki · 3 months

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Could you write something with Todo sometime?

✦ ₊˚୭ DRESS UP FOR ME ❜ .⊹꒷₊

MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI !!

content: nsfw; smut; porn w no plot; afab!reader; fem!reader; implied relationship; public sex; unprotected sex (oops); creampie

w.c: 1k

n/a: i had to look up todo’s age, i almost did not write abt him lol. got inspired by that one pic of amber heard cosplaying as a overwatch character bc apparently elon musk said she looked like her and then proceeded to have seggs w the cosplay on lmao. english isn’t my first language and im still a rookie at writing so bear with me please! any feedback/request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated :b

You stared at yourself through your phone camera, fixing minimum details on your hair and makeup, making sure you looked perfect and snapped some pictures of your outfit, happy with the result.

“How do I look?” You asked, doing a little spin to show your whole outfit, turning around to look at your boyfriend, who stood on the door frame, leaning his weight against it. “I think I did a pretty good job, especially with the makeup; what do you think?” You fidgeted with your fingers in anticipation, hoping for his approval. After all, the biggest Takada fan here was him.

Todo was speechless. The fact that you took your time to cosplay his favourite idol had his heart rattling in his chest and his cock half-hard by how good you looked right now.

"You look great, breathtaking even," Words faltered to describe what you were making him feel right now, his mind already flooding with thoughts of what he'd do to you if he had the time right now.

You giggled, standing on tiptoe to give him a short kiss. "Thank you, baby. Let's go to that meet and greet before we're late."

"Fuck- Baby, I’m sorry. I know I said I'd wait till we got home but- " Todo groaned, groping the fat of your ass as he pumped in and out of you languidly. He wasn't actually sorry, but he hoped you could forgive him for putting you in a compromising situation like this, at a convention of all places. “I can’t keep my hands off you when you look like this, so cute f'me,” He sighed, his eyes fixed on his girth thrusting in and out and stretching your tight cunt.

You covered your mouth to silence your moans, the adrenaline rushing through your veins as Todo fucked you in the bathroom stall. Your heart pounded in your ears, you weren't sure if it was the fear of being caught in the act that made you feel more sensitive than usual, but every stroke of his cock in your insides had you on the edge. His touch burned under your skin, the air thick with your gasps and his.

"Todo, let's go home," you sobbed between quiet moans; it was becoming more difficult to quiet your sounds as his shaft kept rutting into you and you got closer to your peak, your legs quivering as the band of coiling pleasure was about to snap.

He bent over to whisper in your ear, his cologne filling your nostrils. He always smelled so good that it made you moan. "And have other men come to you and ask for pictures?" Todo clicked his teeth disapprovingly, "Nah, we're not leaving without me marking you. Let them know that Takada's cute cosplayer has a man who has her crazy for his cock," He hissed, pressing his lips on the side of your neck. You winced, feeling his mouth nibble and suck at your skin, bruising it.

So that's why Todo was so adamant about dragging you into the washroom stall and fuck you right here right now. His jealousy had gotten the better of him when he noticed other men - losers, in his words- looking at you with the same eyes he did.

"Besides, you're close, aren't you? I can feel this pretty pussy throbbing and squeezing me so good," Todo panted, his cock twitching inside you as his broad hand slipped underneath your top, pushing your bra upside to fondle your breast, playing with your hardened nipple, your whole body shuddering underneath him.

You let out a breathy sigh, borderline a whine, your pretty face contorting into a scowl, nipping at your lip to stifle your moans. You'd never get used to the girth of his cock and how full it made you feel, nor its length, feeling its thrusts kissing your cervix so deliciously up to your throat, having your breath hitching and ragged and your mind clouded.

"Todo, harder, please," you begged, turning to look at him through your glassy eyes, meeting his thrusts striking your ass against his hips.

"Are you sure, baby, you want the whole world to hear how slutty you can be when I pound your pussy?" You nodded, a pout forming on your lips, needy whines escaping you.

Todo straightened his posture, his hand sliding back to your hips, his grip firm on them; something about you cosplaying his favourite idol and being so into getting fucked in public had his cock throbbing and him going feral. "You little minx, you're gonna get us in trouble," Todo grunted lowly, a lascive grin tugging the corner of his lips, "But I can't say no to you when you look so fucking hot like this."

He picked up his pace, his hips slamming against your ass, the sounds of squelching and smacking flesh loud enough to be heard outside the washroom. "Just stay as quiet as you can, okay, doll?" Todo grunted, babbling about how tight your soppy pussy felt once he went rougher with you, pressing his hand on your belly to feel his dick massaging your walls.

You arched your back, his cock going deeper inside you, pounding that spot that had you seeing stars and drooling.

Your walls spasmed and contracted, moaning his name. Todo's thrusts became sloppy, slow but rough. "Holy fuuuckk- always so fuckin' good, you always know how to take my cock," his breath shattered, emptying himself inside you in one final powerful thrust. You whimpered, his warm load gushing out of you and littering the floor beneath you.

"Shit, such a mess you made, babe," he said, caressing the side of your ass cheek before pulling out, tucking himself back in his slacks and putting your underwear back in place - he still wanted you to keep some of his cum inside you till you got back home so he could keep fucking you good.

"You alright? I didn't mess too much of your makeup, did I?"

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ivymarquis · 5 months

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An Honest Woman

Pairing| Gaz x F!Reader, Soap x F!Reader, Ghost x F!Reader, Price x F!Reader, All x Reader Rating| M Word Count| ~700 Kinks/Content/Warnings| The author wants to write a gangbang fic but suffers from “I have to explain why they’re fucking”-itis. Each guy will get his own chapter and then an epilogue with the gangbang. This is the prequel/set up to the premise. (Just the 141 guys Alejandro is not involved this is just the only gif I could find with all 4 of the 141 guys lmao) This is some toxic shenanigans on the reader’s part BUT no cheating on reader’s end ayo

“What would you do if you found out I cheated on you?” Her (unbeknownst to either of them) soon-to-be ex boyfriend asks.

She blinks, already deciding she doesn’t particularly like this question.

“I dunno. Probably fuck your chain of command.” If he is stupid enough to try and get his lick in, she’ll get hers back.

But he isn’t a stupid man, and she is content that this is just a random question in the same vein as her asking him if he’d love her if she was a worm.

It’s a smartass answer to what she foolishly assumes is a tongue-in-cheek question. Who the fuck asks something like that and is serious about it?

Much like she doesn’t like the question, he does not like the answer.

Rather than rolling with it like she did, his reaction is immediate. “Is that really fucking necessary? Glad to know I’m with a class act.” The question snaps harshly at her.

Hm. Well, things have been too peaceful for too long lately, haven’t they? She supposes they’re overdue for a blow up.

There’s a part of her that realizes it’s not good that she’s so ambivalent about this. She should care, in some direction, that her boyfriend is blowing up at her. She should either be pissed beyond all belief that he’s mad about a situation he fabricated, or be sad that he’s mad at her. Something.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” is all she says before standing up. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed,” I’m not dealing with your shit tonight is the part she doesn’t say out loud.

“Fuck you, I don’t have to deal with this.” He snaps at her, jerking to his feet and hurrying out the door.

Why the fuck does she put up with him, again?

He’s been doing this shit a lot lately. Picking a fight, and blowing up; whether she rises to the bait or not. It’s like he’s desperate for any reason to justify walking out on her in the middle of the night.

The most telling part about their dynamic is that she doesn’t really even care.

She’s got her suspicions about what all he is up to when he storms out; once or twice, she believes him when he says he went drinking with his buddies. But when it becomes a several-times-a-week occurrence?

She sees the writing on the wall.

“It’s like you don’t even fucking care anymore!”

She doesn’t. Not really.

Her total ambivalence to anything he does is testimate enough to the fact that she’s done with the relationship.

She just needs to get her shit sorted so she can move out and state the obvious; tell him that she’s over it.

Maybe she’s being cold hearted, but she didn’t just wake up one day and decide she doesn’t love him anymore. It’s every little miscommunication and dissonance that neither of them took the time to mend. Eventually that shit piles up and one day she looks at him and doesn’t feel the affection that she used to. There’s no flutter in her stomach or heat in her groin. He’s just there.

Really she shouldn’t be surprised when a few days later she finds an open condom wrapper mixed in with the laundry. Which, considering she hasn’t slept with him in over a week, pretty much solidifies that he’s a cheating prick.

Okay. Fine. He can’t say she didn’t warn him.

It’s pride and ego and spite that makes her act out. She doesn’t have any attachment to him at this point but it’s the principle of the matter. He doesn’t get to act like this and expect to be free of repercussions.

And- well; if she’s being perfectly honest he’s a lackluster lay at best.

When she was in love and being wooed and he was coming home to her and sweet talking in her ear it didn’t particularly matter that he treated her like a living fleshlight. Relationships can take compromise and he’d been checking enough boxes she has been willing to acquise on the good sex one.

Now? There’s no affection to keep her warm at night and she is simmering with pent up energy.

A very simple I’m fucking done. We’re over text, paired with a picture of the wrapper, is frankly more than he deserves at this point, but even she’s got a line she won’t cross and cheating is firmly on the other side of it.

And she knows exactly who she’s going to start with to knock the rust off.

#my writing #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost reily x reader #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #cod x reader

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taeyegu · 1 year

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introduce me a good person — 014. the light

previous // next

word count — 839

warning(s) — wonwoo fainting lmao

by the time y/n finally arrived to wonwoo's office (thirty-five minutes late by the way), she finds wonwoo curled up into a shivering ball on his couch in front of his desk.

"wonwoo?" y/n's soft voice startled wonwoo and despite his messy appearance from almost having a mental breakdown at the thought of y/n ditching him, he got up to allow his friend in and to shut the door of his office.

"y/n, h-how are you?" wonwoo wanted the ground to swallow him up... it's been almost a few weeks since you've seen her and the most he can muster up is 'how are you'?

he was grateful to see her smile, "well i just got out of a five hour surgery if that gives you a hint." she giggled, "and by the way, i'm sorry for keeping you waiting, i wanted to freshen up a little bit before i saw you." the softness in her voice almost made wonwoo melt.

"no problem! i was fine!" his awkward smile totally gave everything away but y/n didn't bother to say anything. she was probably just as nervous as he was.

the two friends sat down across from each other. wonwoo took a deep breath to ready himself for this conversation. despite them being friends for a majority of their lives, this was probably one of the hardest conversations wonwoo was about to partake in. even his med school interviews cower in the face of wonwoo having to actually talk about his feelings in front of the person he's been in love with since he could remember.

"i'm sorry." the both of them announced at the same time.

"what? why are you apologizing y/n?" wonwoo was puzzled, "i should be apologizing, i was acting stupid this entire time."

"i know!" y/n laughed, "but i was being stupid too and i was basically egging on soonyoung, jun, and jihoon to help me." y/n startled twirling the ends of her hair. it was a habit she had picked up during their med school rotations as a way to help soothe her whenever she was nervous. however since they started their job at svt hospital, she decided to cut her hair shorter to keep herself from fiddling.

"joshua and i are just friends. i don't know whatever plan the three stooges put up but joshua and i are just friends wonwoo."

a huge weight lifted off his shoulders because honestly if this was going to be another unrequited love situation, wonwoo was honestly going to probably move to live at the north pole and wallow away in his sadness.

"oh thank god." he couldn't even hold that comment in, "y/n, i'm not the best at timing but you should know i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember." his deep voice tinted y/n's cheeks pink. "i thought i was always content with just being in your life but when i found out sejun was cheating on you, i couldn't control myself. i know you deserve the best... even if the best isn't with me."

before wonwoo could continue with his speech that he spent the last two days rehearsing in his room, y/n interrupted him.

"wonwoo you are the best for me." it was wonwoo's time to sit there stunned, "i liked you since college but sejun always told me that you only saw me as a friend and i just believed him since you two were friends/roommates--"

"i hated that guy with all my guts y/n, he makes me sick!" wonwoo interjected like a child.

"i realize that now..." a small sigh left y/n. "even though the timing for us is a little off, at least we're here now."

"that's all i could ever ask y/n." wonwoo reached across the coffee table to grab her hands. "but before we continue with anything else, i also wanted to apologize. i was being stupid and irrational. i hurt you and our friends and i'm so sorry."

y/n's soft hands covered his in a reassuring way. "i know i'm emotionally constipated but i'm working on it. i'm bettering myself for myself and hopefully for you too y/n."

"you don't have to better yourself for me wonwoo." y/n's gentle voice comforted him, "i love you just the way you are."

"i know but-- wait what?!"

"hm? did something happen?" y/n questioned, genuinely confused as his reaction.

"y-you just said that you l-love me..." wonwoo barely whispers.

y/n nodded confidently. "yes i did." she smiled, "you said you love me too!"

wonwoo felt his head spinning again. the love of his life knows that he loves her? it's not the end of the world but when did he confess? isn't love too serious right now? oh god why is he seeing the light right now.

and the last thing wonwoo hears is y/n's shocked voice calling out his name as he passes out on his couch.

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davidsons89 · 2 years

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Can you do a ‘caught in the act’ part 2? Except this time it’s Polly that catches them?

caught in the act, again — m.g

pairings ; michael gray x female reader

summary ; you and michael get caught having sex in the betting shop by polly, but when michael’s cousins walk in after her, things get embarrassing fast.

warnings ; sexual content — smut, unprotected sex, being walked in on, foul language, love bites, mentions of blood, john and arthur being idiots lmao. 18+ !!!

authors note ; thanks for reading part one! i’m so glad you liked it. i hope you like this one too <3 also this isn’t proofread or spellchecked, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to correct me.

“Really Michael? In here?” You giggle as Michael has you pressed against a desk in the betting shop. “Yeah, why not?” He kisses your neck. “What if someone walks in?” Your fingers tangle in his hair to lift his head up.

“I don’t care. Let them walk in.” He moves his head to kiss your lips, allowing you to pull his hair. “But Michael.” You whine. You’re not particularly the shy type, but when it comes to having sex in a public space, it makes you nervous.

“Stop being so paranoid. What’s the worst that could happen?” He pecks your lips. “I dunno. Your mum walks in? Worse, John walks in?” You don’t know how to stop talking. His finger shushes your lips.

“Stop worrying. Let me make you feel good, love.” He whispers. That alone sent shivers down your body. He lifts you up so you’re sitting on the edge of the desk as your fingers fall free from his hair, allowing him to kiss your jaw and neck. His hands reach down to fiddle with the bottom of your dress, pulling it up your soft legs.

Slipping under your dress, Michael’s hands twist around either side of your underwear, pulling them down. You lift your knee to help him, revealing your naked lower half. His fingers latch onto your clit to motion circles. You close your eyes and tilt your head back.

With his lips still attached to your neck, he begins giving you a love bite. Moaning at the feeling, his fingers on your clit speed up. “You like that?” He whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps. You nod, wanting to take it further, you lower your hands to undo his trousers. He moves to kiss your lips while you slip your hand in to rub his already hard cock. “And I didn’t even have to do anything.” You whisper against his mouth, your teeth hitting his as you grin. “Just looking at you makes me hard.” Michael whispers, looking back and forth from your eyes to your perfect lips.

While Michael’s hands clear the desk you’re sat on from papers and books, you pull his cock out of his trousers without pulling them all the way down. You both keep your clothes on in case someone does happen to walk in. Michael grabs the bottom of your dress to lift it further up your legs and past your waist as you pull him closer.

He grabs his cock to line himself up with your entrance. Wrapping your hands around him, your chin rests on his shoulder as he slowly pushes himself into you. You let out a breathy moan while your eyes shut tight. Head falling back. No matter how many times you’ve had sex, it feels like he stretches you out a little bit more each time. Michael groans at the feeling of your walls stretching around him. “Shh, baby.” He whispers, his free hand holding the back of your head.

“Fuck.” You gasp at him thrusting into you at a slow but passionate pace. He wants nothing more than to make love with the woman he loves. “You feel amazing, love.” He says, his other hand holding onto your waist. Your fingernails dig into his back, forcing Michael to let out a deep hum. He loves the pain. It satisfies him.

A few thrusts later, he starts to get rough. He knows you like it rough. “Oh my god. Fuck-” You let out a pornographic moan. Michael chuckles, having to cover your mouth in a harsh grip. The whole of Watery Lane can probably hear you going at it. “Keep quiet, love. Don’t want anyone to hear us now, so we?” He asks. You’re too busy zoning out to respond. Your eyes rolling back due to intense pleasure.

Wrapping his arms around your back, Michael pulls you closer to the edge of the desk to thrust himself deeper into you, making you practically scream out his name. He’s hitting spots he didn’t hit before. “Fuck- oh-” Your moans get louder and breathier. “Michael.” You moan.

One of his hands clasp around your waist while the other holds the back of your head again. He pulls your head forward to look at him, only to see your sexy facial expressions. Your eyes are rolling back and you look so out of it. He’s proud of himself. “You’re not done already, are you?” He chuckles. You manage to shake your head. “No. Keep going.” You say between heavy breaths.

He keeps going at a steady but rough pace. Each thrust feeling better and better. His head lowers to your neck, making out with your skin as your fingernails dig deep enough into his back to draw blood. Both being too lost in the moment, neither of you heard the door open in the other room.

Unexpectedly, the door to the betting shop swings open. You gasp, Michael immediately pulling out of you. “Christ. What have I told you two about having sex in here?” Polly shakes her head, oblivious as she walks past you to grab some papers from a cupboard. As Michael fixes his clothes, you jump down from the desk to pull your dress down.

“Oh, Michael.” John imitates your moans as he walks in with Arthur.

“Fuck, oh my god.” Arthur teases too.

Michael rolls his eyes as you blush with embarrassment. “The whole bloody street could hear you.” John laughs with his brother. “Alright.” Michael gets frustrated. He could see how embarrassed you were.

“He’s right. We heard you from a mile away.” Polly joins in, only she’s not laughing. She’s most likely serious. “Mum.” Michael glares at his mother to tell her to shut up. “What? Aww are we embarrassing your lady?” John grins, stepping closer to pinch your cheek. You swat his hand away. “Trust me. If you want a good time, I can do better than him.” John jokes, caressing your cheek. Arthur snickers.

“John. Shut up. Right, you two, clean up your mess. Tommy will be here in ten minutes.” Polly says after finding what she was looking for. She points at the two of you before she leaves with John and Arthur following behind her. Your cheeks are still red with embarrassment. “Cocky bastard.” Michael mumbles about his cousin.

“Don’t worry. John is the last person I’d go for if I weren’t with you.” You step closer to your boyfriend, pulling him into a hug as your chin rests on his chest, looking up at him. He grins looking down at you, putting his hands on your head to brush your hair out of your face. “I feel sorry for Esme.” Michael chuckles, making you giggle, too.

You’re both fast to clean up the mess you made. Michael picks up the piles of books and paper he swiped off the desk from the floor. You rearrange the tables you moved while in the moment. All ten minutes went by. You jump when the betting shop doors open again. This time, John, Arthur and Polly are joined alongside Tommy. Oh, Finn and Ada are here, too.

Tommy stops for a moment before walking past you. “It smells of sex in here.” He comments. John and Arthur snicker like schoolchildren. “I wonder why.” Polly widens her eyes at the two of you. “Michael. Family meeting. Come on.” Tommy calls him to the next room as everyone follows. “I’ll see you later.” You say to your boyfriend, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Love you.” He says.

“Oh, I’ll see you later for round two, Michael.” John teases from the next room, imitating your pornographic moans again. You shake your head. You have to admit, it’s quite funny. Michael walks to the next room as you leave the house. You hear a smack and an “Ow!” From John before you exit. Michael hit him. It made you laugh. You go home and think about your boyfriend for the rest of the day. Round two doesn’t sound too bad, actually.

#peaky blinders #michael gray x y/n #michael gray x reader #michael gray smut #michael gray #michael peaky blinders #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #polly gray #john shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #ada shelby #tommy shelby

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campgender · 2 months

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i was scrolling your “life is in your home too” tag, which I love btw, and saw a post about how you learned to be a good dom from experienced expert doms by reading how they dom and some of their best scenes, do you think you could point me in the direction of some resources for me to study that too? thanks in advance, if not, thanks anyway!

(post referenced is here - link 1)

first of all tysm for this ask (+ your incredibly kind follow-up), it was a delight to receive + i’ve been wanting an excuse to talk about a lot of this for a while so i very much appreciate the interest!

as always please keep in mind that i am Just Some Fem, nothing is universal including when it comes to D/s & i can only speak to what works for me. i try to focus on starting points rather than specifics but ultimately my advice will always be limited by what i needed to hear & wasn’t told, which may not be what’s helpful for a different person. with that being said, here’s some suggestions!

i’ve posted a previous reading list (link 2) with relevant recs; particularly the practicality + sex writing sections have the kind of thing you’re looking for. specifically, The New Topping Book (2003) is a solid starting point; i definitely have my issues with it (haven’t read it recently enough to recall many specifics but i have the sense of general pervasive racism & ableism) but it did a good job at making me think & i appreciate the supportive tone they were going for

another book added to my tbr since then is Coming to Power (link 3), released by SAMOIS in 1983

other authors whose sex writing has been influential in my life: Sandra Cisneros, Natalie Diaz, Joan Nestle, Judy Grahn

the fic At The End of His Rope by Letterblade (link 4) is genuinely some of my favorite sex writing of all time & accomplishes the incredibly impressive feat of representing a broad array of dom styles & changes over time in the same piece

my “impurity culture” tag (link 5) houses the building blocks of my sexual ethic

i’ve found many of those foundations by poking around the incredible bodies of work original & archived @newsmutproject @woman-loving @gatheringbones

for me, studying sex is the same as studying poetry – reading for craft is a different process than for pleasure (not that there isn’t a great deal of pleasure to be found in such practice, especially for sadists – perhaps that’s why as a child i never resonated with Billy Collins’ “Introduction to Poetry,” like i love tying poems to chairs & beating them idk what to tell you). so, keeping in mind that these are suggestions not requirements, here’s how i read for + work on craft:

there is no such thing as too much journaling. this can take whatever form you prefer – voice memo, discord message to yourself, the noble notes app, your own personal sexy red string corkboard, a vast & stunning array of other approaches i can’t even begin to imagine. i personally have an elaborate web of spreadsheets & google docs lmao. what matters is developing a collection of ideas you want to play with + a practice of continually reflecting on past experiences.

pay attention to structure, not just content. find a scene you think is disjointed and pick at the seams, brainstorm better transitions. then find a scene that flows so smoothly it carries you with it and figure out what makes it work.

rewrite a scene you’re drawn to or affected by to suit your own preferences. i first did this when i couldn’t shake “Interlude 3” (link 6) from my head after reading The New Topping Book; you can read my variation on the theme here (link 7) if you’re interested.

write or think through a scene fantasy you have from negotiation to aftercare. obviously it’s very difficult if not impossible to fully script a scene in advance; the purpose isn’t planning something you’ll later do but rather getting used to coming up with ideas to get from one disparate moment / act to the next.

revisit a scene you’ve read, written, thought about, etc and list the physical & mental acts that are required / expected of the sub (eg, kneeling for 10 minutes; making eye contact; counting to 30, etc). then rework the scene for a sub who has the same interests & goals who cannot do 20% (or 50%, or any) of these acts.

revisit a previous scene and list the places where you think a sub might safeword & why. then rework it with the sub safewording somewhere that isn’t any of these places.

i also recommend keeping in mind that like… for me, reading about ethical sex can often be a very distressing process for the same reason that it’s liberating: because it proves that things i’ve experienced are not the way sex has to be. i’ll tell this story in its fullness one day but the first time i read S/HE by Minnie Bruce Pratt i literally had a flashback to events i’d repressed for years, it was devastating, i’m so grateful for it. hell, in the process of compiling resources for this post i cried twice editing this quote (link 8) because between reading that book the first time & now someone did “respond with scorn or ridicule” when i safeworded. so i would really encourage folks to approach this kind of work with as much grace & comfort for yourself as you can muster or borrow – if it’s really fucking hard, you’re not alone in that, & it’s okay to take your time + pace yourself + seek support.

your + others’ interest is definitely motivating me to actually write posts i’ve been tossing around for months so thank you again & feel free to keep an eye out for more shut-in sex tips in my new “tomorrow sexting will be good again” tag. would love to hear your thoughts on any of this post / these or other books / whatever really lol. wishing you all the best & i hope today is kind to you! 💓

#asks #D/s #reading lists #mac.txt #tomorrow sexting will be good again

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sickeningly-sweet-letters · 4 months

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Hello can give yandere actor x fem reader please 🙏 😊

hello! i hope i havent been gone for- wait what do you mean its 2024?! i’m so sorry anon, and everyone for vanishing for months!

i hope i can write more this year! requests are open but i can’t promise how long it’ll take for me to get to them!

looking back now, wow i made this maybe too long-

i hope you like bratty yanderes lmao, anyways, here we go!

🌻 yandere actor x fem! reader

- yandere actor who’s been in the industry since they were but a young child. an accomplished actor known for their emotional scenes and many tear-jerker appearances..

- so imagine your surprise when their real personality is cockier and confident than you’d ever expect from behind the scenes.. but imagine their surprise when a new actor shows up and threatens their newest film! how annoyingly cute and naive you were..

- it made them wanna crush you. what? this industry is brutal and it’d be kinder to break you in a little now! well, thats what they thought, but you only responded to their condescending comments and childish teasing with your increasingly dwindling patience and maturity.. maybe you could survive here after all.

- their teasing went from malicious to just trying to banter with you.. wait- why did you tell on them?! they got pulled aside and told to be nicer to the new actress.. you snitch! how could you? they came running towards you and started crying out an apology, in a familiarly childish and bratty way.

- unfortunately for you, their acting managed to sway your heart into forgiving them.. what a gentle girl.. they wanted to see more of your acting! they began asking you if you’d ever been in any other films or projects.. come on, y/n! tell them! tell them! they’ve daydreamed of so many possible scenes together and their imagination isn’t enough anymore!

- y/n, this cafe is super yummy, why cant you go get a nice bite to eat after filming? y/n, do you like your set outfit today? they can’t believe you’re wearing matching outfits this scene! y/n, why don’t we do behind the scene videos together? y/n, can they come hang out at your house? y/n! y/n!

Y/N! pay attention to them!

- you were exhausted after every shooting since they always asked to spend time with you, and even on free days when they blew up your phone with sending cute selfies of them.. how did they get your number? isn’t it obvious? they asked the film crew! besides, you’re lucky they even have your number on their phone!

- you weren’t free from them even after production ended.. because for some reason, all the films and shows you were casted to come on, they were casted as well.. its especially odd with how many times you’ve been offered to play the female lead of a romance movie, with them as your main love interest.

- but this was hardly a coincidence, their connections sure came in handy here. they made sure you either took all the roles they gave you, or none at all. you were just so unprofessional during that important first movie that nobody else would cast you! so just take these and act with them again! they didn’t wanna act without you as the female lead!

- they would lie, sabotage and cry.. whatever it took for you to hang out with them again. they even stalked all your social medias and wanted more of you. so they decided to make more content about you! they took as many photos as they could, during makeup and dressing, during filming.. during your daily life.. wherever and whenever there was a chance for a photo to be taken without you knowing. how could they not? you’re just so precious!

- they constantly nagged you to go out with them and they acted all cute to keep you from getting too angry at them.. and if it doesn’t work, they can always cry.. you had such a soft spot for their tears.. you’re too good for this industry, doll face. you should just move in with them so you can hang out all the time! they’ll bring in all money!

- they tried to be nice and ask politely but if you refused.. they’d use their last resort. they starting crying and insisted the two of you go get drinks again at the cafe they liked. because you made them cry! its your fault! dummy y/n!

- once they were calm again, they went through with their last resort because it just wasn’t worth letting others see your acting.. it wasn’t worth letting others see you at all! thankfully, they lovingly took you in after you passed out after you finishing drinking your favorite tea/coffee.

- they brought you to your home, your new forever home! isn’t that so kind of them? they have top security since they’re such a top-grade actor! theres no way you’ll escape now.. and its really your fault, doll face. they gave you the nice way but you chose the hard way!

- if you even suggest leaving, they’ll start crying and throwing a fit about you not loving them.. and if you actually try to escape.. well, they’re not above breaking your legs, only to tend to you like the sweetheart they are.. it was your fault, doll face.

its always your fault they have to go to such extremes. but why don’t you forget about this for now and cuddle while watching your fateful first film together again? you know they won’t take a “no” doll face.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader

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ncteez · 2 years

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gemini (k.y)

requested by anonymous: “also ma’am I am begging you to write something with Yeosang losing his vCard with reader. I’m going feral over the thought of corrupting Yeosang !!!”

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wordcount― 9k

pairing― kang yeosang x fem reader

description― the two faces of one man, only one of them is a façade. yeosang rambles elaborate stories of his sex adventures with his group of friends, mostly so the stories get back around to you. the issue is that you believe them, and now he has to act like he’s actually done them.

content― reader and yeosang are in their twenties, virgin yeosang, losing of virginity, protected sex, comfort/fluff smut, friends to lovers, embarrassment, mocking, sexual list making lmao

note― hello my fellow gemini sluts, it is time to SIN. If you’re wondering if i proof read this, i did not and i will never.

Yeosang feels like an idiot, because he is an idiot. Weeks worth of rumors spread by his own mouth because of some dumb crush, and it’s coming straight back to bite him directly in the ass. Here’s the issue. He’s a virgin, but no one knows he is. In fact, they believe he is some sort of sex god sent straight from hell if his rumors are anything to go by.

Why did he spread the rumors? It’s not like he doesn’t want to have sex, it’s just kind of like, he never really got the chance. He’s made out, he’s had a hand job through his pants, but never has he touched a woman past the padding of her bra that hid the erect nub from him. He was always too nervous to go further, too nervous someone would walk in, or maybe he was just embarrassed and shy about showing his body to someone he liked for the first time. It was a bigger hump to jump over for him compared to his friends, apparently. When they always shared their sex stories, the mad crazy adventures and positions they’d been in with women and men alike—Yeosang started to just jump in with his own made-up stories.

He was a great liar, honestly. He got even better at it when he met you. You slowly entered into the friend group, and he would be sure to share as many made up fantasies as he could, though they had never taken place. Flirting had been replaced with lies in order to awe you, in case you somehow felt interest in a man who had sex 4 times in the span of two days with 4 different women. Again, he’s a “great” liar when he doesn’t have to prove it. But it appears you’ve taken an interest, raising a brow at him from time to time. San had told him that you were interested in him. Specifically in a story he told his friends about when he had the girl ‘crying his name’. You were there when he told that story, glancing to him and making brief eye contact before he stuttered his words. Sure, you liked Yeosang before all of the stories. He’s the whole reason you tried to push yourself into this friend group, you wanted to get to know him more, talk to him more, see him more. The sex thing kind of threw you off guard, not really thinking of him as the type to focus so much on it. When he started looked at you when he told his stories though, you thought, maybe? Maybe he’s interested in you? That’s why you talked to San, using one of the stories as a guise simply so you can have an excuse to hint about your crush.

Being in his early twenties, Yeosang embarrassed that he lied about having sex at all. Could he ever manage to have a woman crying his name? Could he really sleep with that many people in such a short span of time? His lies became more drastic before you showed interest, and that was when he realized that maybe he isn’t such a good liar. Some of the stories were probably believable, but the fact that he literally lives with two of the friends in the group, at minimum San and Mingi know he’s lying straight through his teeth.

“So, what are you planning to do now?” San says with a joking tone, smiling over at Yeosang knowing the man’s gut just hit the floor.

“What do you mean? She’s finally interested. I guess I’ll just ask if she wants to hang out?”

“No—” San laughs. “I mean what are you going to do about the fact that, y’know—”

Yeosang pauses and throws his face in his hands.

“Was I that obvious?” He groans, peeking at his friend through his fingers.

“Obvious that you’ve never been laid? Yeah.”

He shoots a glare over to his sharp-jawed friend who has clearly been laid more times than he could even imagine and then pulls out his phone.

“Idea.” Yeosang says shortly before a long pause. “Remember when I starred in that play in middle school?”

“Do not.” San scolds, shaking his head in a defeated way that causes Yeosang to smile in an evil sort of way. “Do not put on an act like you’ve done this before. She’s going to find out real fucking fast that you have no idea how to navigate a pussy.”

Yeosang huffs in offense. He’s confident he can play the part, surely he can if you believed at least one of his lies.

“I’m gonna.”

“Yeos—do not, I repeat, do not do that.” San stands to his feet in a fatherly stance, staring down at Yeosang as he sits comfortably at the table.

“I’m gonna do it and I’m gonna be great at it.”

A smack is heard, and while Yeosang winces, thinking maybe he’s just gotten the shit slapped out of him and the pain hasn’t hit yet, he realizes it’s just San smacking himself in the forehead. Probably from exhaustion and the fact that he has to mentally prepare to feel an immense amount of secondhand embarrassment from how this plan is sure to fail.

Yeosang cannot possibly play the part. You’d responded quickly to his invite to hang out and he realizes he didn’t give himself enough time to do research outside of the thousands of porn video’s he’s gotten off to. Time and time again he’s read that porn isn’t a representation of sex, but it’s all he knows. You’re coming to his place in less than an hour and San is just sitting at the kitchen table refusing to leave so he can be there for the disaster that’s going to happen.

Or maybe he’s just there because his best friend is losing his v-card and he wants to have drinks after? Who knows.

Mingi, of course, is in his room, paying no mind to the chaos outside of it. He prefers to vibe, he prefers to not meddle, and most of all, he would much rather be catching up on episode 953 of his favorite anime. Does he know Yeosang is a virgin? Nope. San tried to tell him the situation, and all he did was shrug and say ‘kk, im gonna go do something else now.’ Yeosang was more thankful than Mingi could ever imagine at his lack of care.

He’s got more important matters to tend to know though. Should he change into some sort of nice underwear like women usually do? Should he wear any at all? Fuck, condoms. He should have a hefty amount of those if his rumors are anything to go by, and unfortunately, he’s a fucking liar so…

“San!” Yeosang shouts in panic, running out of his room with his shirt hanging over his shoulder, because he was in the middle of taking it off in haste when he remembered that condoms are a must.

“What?!” San shouts back, running to the hallway with wide eyes, almost like he’s panicking with him.

“Do you have condoms?! I need condoms!”

“Bottom drawer.” San says with a relieved sigh, sauntering back around the corner and out of sight.

Yeosang moves quickly to San’s room, going straight to the bottom drawer that he’s never seen inside of and he instantly pulls back in terror. Sex toys. Tons, upon tons of sex toys.

He’s afraid to touch them, wondering if San is as clean with his toys as he is with his room. Instead of calling out for him to come into his room and grab the condoms for him, Yeosang opts to use the expensive pair of sunglasses San had recently bought and placed on the nightstand to shove the dildos and vibrators to the side.

Upon finding the box, lodged into the back of the drawer, Yeosang is faced with a new dilemma. The arsenal of condoms ranging from ribbed, to special lubed ones, to glow in the dark, to banana flavored. ‘Does she even like bananas?’ He questions to himself, scooping up a handful and running out of San’s room without even closing the drawer.

By the time he’s back in his room, he throws the condoms on his desk and gets back to dressing himself. Even though sex usually involves not being dressed, there’s gotta be a whole show of taking his clothes off right?

He’s so in his head in this moment that he nearly forgets he’s going to be having sex for the first time at all. His hands are sweating, his heart is beating a mile a minute, and then his phone pings.

You: Hey, I’m outside. Should I just come in?

Yeosang: Hold on, ill unlock the door :D

You smile at his stupid emoji, one that shows excitement towards you being around him at all. He was always smiling around you, with his soft cheeks and messy hair. You’d be lying if you said you expected this from him. A random text out of nowhere, asking if you wanted to come over? And when you’d asked who all would be there, he responded quickly with just a ‘no, I mean like—just us?”

Knowing what he meant, because you did tell San to talk to him for you, you’re a little nervous about possibly having sex with the Yeosang. The one who picked every girl but you apparently.

Yeosang forgets his list the moment you walk through his bedroom door. Passing by San was a little awkward for him, because he knows. The list was made by himself and San had revised it for him shortly before he texted you to invite you over.

1. talk

2. find window for kiss

3. makeout

4. touch boobs

5. take off clothes

6. blowjob???

7. penetration

His to-do list of sex is likely very different from yours. Thankfully, you didn’t see it. He briefly remembers San trying to add that he should definitely go down on you, but the very idea of trying to find where to go is terrifying to him. Does he just lick it? Suck it? Chew it? He’s seen it time and time again in porn, but the idea of putting himself between someone else’s legs makes his thoughts go empty, and he forgets it all.

He forgets everything the moment you’re in his room as a matter of fact, stuttering over his words and forgetting the entire list and the rules San laid out for him. He stands there awkwardly as his hands begin to sweat. You look so pretty and he wonders what you’re thinking about him in this moment. Do you even realize why he asked you over? What if you really thought it was just a hang out? What if you don’t want him like that?

Yeosang feels slightly relieved that he may not go through this after all. Maybe he can use this time to get to know you? To be honest with you about who he is, the things he likes, his favorite movies, music, foods—

“Um—” You go to say, still standing awkwardly at his door as he just stands and looks at you. You’re a little nervous being here with him alone, because it’s the first time you’ve had a one on one hangout with anyone in the group outside of San. The fact that you were drawn to Yeosang because he was quiet and polite until he had a few drinks hits a little harder when you’re alone. The silence making you feel invisible. “So—” You don’t entirely know what to say in this moment as you bring your eyes up to look at him.

“So—” He says at the same time, eyes dropping the moment you make eye contact and he turns quickly on his feet to fluff a pillow on his bed. “Movie?” He questions, turning his head to look at you as he fluffs it.

You look around the room as you nod, noting the condoms scattered across his desk. He must not be very secretive about what he does. You’d thought maybe those stories were just for the friend group but it looks like anyone who walks into this room will know what he’s been up to.

He notices you staring at them and internally curses himself for not shoving them in a drawer like a normal human being would. “Oh” he calls out, rushing over to the desk to scoop them up. “They’re there for you to pick from—” He pauses and pinches the bridge of his nose, stress overcoming him. “I mean, not for you.” Then he back-peddles again, worrying now that you think he really does have a train of women rushing through his door. He wants to smack himself when he sees your face twist to confusion. “Like, I mean, yeah, they’re for you but not if you don’t want to.”

He’s rambling and you’re still standing in place. You watch as he shoves the condoms into his pocket and shake his head, his words coming out clear this time.

“Y/n, really. I didn’t just bring you here for that, but the condoms are just here for precautions.”

He realizes he looks and sounds like an absolute whore. Which is fine, more power to whoever does this kind of thing. This issue is that, he’s never even been in a position to be a whore. The only thing he knows how to do is get himself off, and the idea of someone else doing it, completely naked, with their body has him kind of fucked up. The plan is failing, much like San said it would. He really imagined himself wooing you with a movie, and kissing you during the well-planned kiss scene. And then the rest would be history right? You wouldn’t be able to notice him stumbling if you’re focused on kissing him right?

“Yeosang—” You say, walking towards him and grabbing his hand, which was still stuffed into his pocket with the condoms. “This is the first time we’ve hung out alone, maybe we shouldn’t just, yknow…” You shoot him down, though of course you’re interested in him. “Maybe we should talk about it first?”

He knows he’s fucked if he has to talk about it.

“Talk about what?” He questions, pulling his hand away from you and fumbling to his bed.

“The fact that we like eachother? Unless—” You turn to look away from him, because maybe you do have it all wrong and he doesn’t have any type of feelings outside of getting laid again? “Unless, you don’t like me and you just wanna. . .”

“No!” He jumps back up from his bed, walking up to you and this time, grabbing your hands. “I do, I do like you. I’m just really nervous.”

“You thought I’d just sleep with you as soon as I got here?” You question him again, looking up at his confused expression.

“I—thought this is what, maybe, you wanted to do?” He looks a little defeated when he says it. You glance to look at his bed, which you assume was freshly made for you, and then back to him.

“I mean, yeah. But I’m not just one of the other girls? I actually like you Yeosang.”

He feels stupid. Sex at the front of his mind like any other man, forgetting the whole reason this is happening is because he wants to impress you. He isn’t impressing you, he’s embarrassing both of you. If you ever liked him before, surely you don’t like him now.

“I’m sorry.” He says clearly, pulling back from you again and wanting nothing more than to avoid you at this point. But the issue still stands, you’re in his room and he’s got a pocket full of condoms, and a plan that is crashing and burning. He sits back on his bed and avoids eye contact, almost waiting for you to turn and leave.

“Don’t be,” You say with a smile, walking over and hopping onto his bed next to him. “We can watch a movie, or we can sit here and talk.” You offer some sort of avoidance of his embarrassment; you feel for him in this moment. You remember your first time with someone being very similar to this. Wait.

You take a long moment to study his face and body language. His chest rises and falls in a way that you can tell he’s having a hard time calming his nerves. Your eyes trail down his body and you can see a semi-hard lump sitting beneath his pants. You look around the room, squinting at a list on his bedside table. A very vulgar and ignorant list. The condoms, the elaborate stories, the face San made when you’d mentioned the story Yeosang had told that drew you in. It’s clicking.

“Oh my god.” You say, looking at him with a smirk.

“What?!” He questions, turning towards you with wide eyes. In all honesty, he thought you’d seen a bug or something because boy, that would be even more embarrassing.

“You’re a virgin.” You laugh a little when you say it, so he doesn’t feel like he’s being attacked.

“Excuse me?” He defends himself, his body stiffening and you practically watch the semi-hardness in his pants fall. “I’m definitely not a virgin!”

“Yeosang.” You grab his hand and point your head towards the list sitting in plain view on his bed side table.

“Shit, shit.” He says in haste, reaching to snatch the paper and shoving it into the same pocket with the condoms. “That was just a joke, I—”

“Yeosang.” You say his name again, a bit shocked now that you’re truly realizing that this assumed sex god is nothing but a fraud. It kind of makes you feel relieved, the idea of living up to all of these women who created memories worth telling for him was a bit suffocating to think about. Because you did worry about not becoming one of his favorite stories to tell if you ever got the chance to have him like that.

“No! San wrote that as a joke!” He still tries to deflect, nervously standing and pacing his room. “Shit, I ruined this—I’m so sorry, I,”

“Why did you lie? I know San didn’t make that list. He would be way more detailed.” You laugh, picking him apart. “The question marks behind ‘blowjob’ ?” You read the list again in your head. “No foreplay for the girl?”

Yeosang’s eyes go wide again. “S-should there have been more to the list?” He questions you in a broken voice, giving up the act. He knows he’s been caught.

“Definitely.” You smile at him, feeling relief still that he’s definitely a virgin, but also a little heavy that he was about to have sex with you without even telling you what you’d be taking from him. “Let me see the list again.” You reach out for him, pulling him by his pocket and reaching into it yourself to fish out the list.

Yeosang is silent aside from a small gasp that falls from him lips when you’d pulled him towards you like that. He’s a little shocked that you’re not yelling at him.

“After the ‘touch boobs’ part you should have something about like—” You start to feel a little awkward, less confident. “Wait, do you have a pen?”

He stays in place from where you’d pulled him forward, afraid to move an inch from this spot because he’s still processing the feeling of your fingers digging in his pocket so close to where he thought you’d be touching by now if his plan didn’t backfire. He reaches smoothly down to his table next to him and hands you one of the smoothest pens you think you could ever write with.

You scribble and remake the list for him, unsure of why you’re doing it in the first place. Will he use this list for someone else, will he use it for you? In a weird way, this feels like foreplay. It feels like dirty talk or even like late-night sexting with a friend after finally breaking the wall of sexual tension.

“Here. This is better.” You say when you click the pen back to resting position and show him the note.

1. Talk about being a virgin first

2. find window for kiss

3. makeout

4. kiss her neck

5. touch boobs

6. finger her

7. let her touch you

8. blowjob??? If you’re lucky

9. take off her clothes, then take off yours.

10. Stop thinking so hard

Yeosang blushes at the words you’d added to fix his list. He isn’t sure if this is something universal that women want in sex, or if it’s just what you want. Either way, his face feels hot as he grabs the paper and examines it for a moment longer than you’d prefer.

“The first point in the list is the most important.” You say, looking up at him and the way he’s stayed in place the entire time. “You can’t just let anyone take that away from you—” You add, knowing you’re kind of lying because it’s just sex. Virginity means different things to different people, and if Yeosang wants you to have his, surely you’d take it. It’s the fact that you don’t know what it means to him, and you don’t want to take it if he has one of those beliefs that it needs to be special, or some shit.

“Okay.” Yeosang finally sets the paper back down onto the table and places himself next to you again, he lets out a long sigh and then meets your eye. You’re smiling at him. “I thought if you knew, you wouldn’t be interested.”

“I was interested in you before I ever even imagined having sex with you.”

So, you’ve imagined it? You’ve thought about sleeping with him?

“What if I don’t live up to the stories though? What if I’m not any good?” Yeosang mutters a bit, feeling more free than he thought he could in this moment of coming clean.

“No one is ever actually good at it. You learn the person as you do it. . .” You try to explain. “You think I’d be any good? I don’t know how you like to be touched either. It’s a learning process with everyone.”

Yeosang smiles at you, feeling even more free than he did before.

“So, you like me?” He can’t stop smiling through his words, and you smile back to him. You’re feeling less embarrassed for him and more warm if anything.

“I do. Do you like me?”

He nods instantly. “I wouldn’t be looking like an idiot right now if I didn’t.”

Ah, there’s his personality. The real Yeosang that you really, really, wanted to get to know.

“Why did you pick me?” You finally ask, for the first time feeling a little embarrassed for yourself. “Like, why did you want me to be your first?”

“I guess I just like you a lot?” He tries to answer, but in all honesty, he doesn’t know. “You felt kind of safe? Like you wouldn’t just leave since you’re already part of the friend group?”

You tilt your head at him, confused.

“Like maybe, I thought if you liked it enough you’d want to be my girlfriend I guess?’

Your confused face turns to that of an obvious crush. A very intimate view of the man in front of you hitting you to the core. Yeosang, the literal virgin, wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend by pretending he was a sex god. How embarrassing, yet—incredibly endearing.

“Yeosang, you’re an idiot.” You laugh, leaning a little closer to him. “Maybe I am too though.”

“Wait—” He pulls back, wondering why you’ve just insulted both him and yourself. “What are you talking about?”

“I think I would have become your girlfriend the instant you’d have suggested it. With or without sex. And to be fair, I’m willing to wait until you’re ready—” You pause, wondering if you’re taking this the wrong way somehow, though the words are clear from his mouth. “If, I mean, you’re asking me right now to be your girlfriend?”

“Should I be asking?” He questions, still wondering how you’re not upset with him for all of the lies. He really needed to humble himself. “Like, would you even want to be my girlfriend after this disaster of a hang out?”

“I don’t think it’s a disaster. If anything, I think it’s who you actually are. And you happen to be stupidly endearing in the way you thought I choose boyfriends by if they can make me cum good enough?”

His cheeks flush when you say it, and he feels a spiral inside of his body that he can’t quite decide is excitement or anxiety.

“And for the record, I think you should be asking me. Because I think I actually like you more now.”

Yeosang looks at you, his eyes fluttering a bit as he blinks through his long and dramatic sigh.

“Okay, Will you then?” He asks in a casual way and then he clears his throat. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

All you do is nod before instantly leaning forward to kiss him.

Okay, in all fairness, you did come here to fuck. The last thing you expected was to be lounging on Yeosang’s bed and being called his girlfriend. Sure, it’s what you would have wanted, but you’re welling up with so much excitement over it that you almost forget he’s a virgin when he kisses you.

You wonder if he still wants to try it, or if he would prefer to take it slow now that you know he’s been a liar this whole time about his sex life. You wonder if he’s nervous, because surely he is in the way he will pull back every single time the two of you kiss again and it gets slightly more heated.

It’s late into the night now, and you can hear San in his room talking over discord with the friend group as he plays his games. Yeosang is here next to you, putting on the third movie of the night, and his hands are still shaking.

“Yeosang?” You almost squeak out, looking up at him from the position against his shoulder you’d found yourself on. “Do you still want to try?”

You see his face drain a little bit, and his shoulder stiffens under you.

If you’d known what he was thinking, you’d see the green light from miles away to do whatever, to guide him, and show him how to touch you and how you’d touch him. But his body betrays him in his moments of anxiety. He’s not stiff because he doesn’t want to try, it’s because he’s excited to try. After all these years? Losing his virginity to you? Fuck yeah.

“Do you want to?” He asks, trying to sound cool, calm, and composed.

“Only if you want to.” You shrug, also trying to sound composed.

Both of you too caught up in how the other must be feeling in this moment to actually do something.

“I do. I do want to.” Yeosang finally lets out, shifting a bit under you and relaxing again. “But—” He pauses as he sits up and lets you fall off of his shoulder. “I need you to not laugh at me if I mess it up.”

You smile a bit at him. “I promise, I won’t laugh.”

“You’ll guide me when I need it?” He looks over at you, feeling his body prepare itself before he can even think of all of the things he wants to try out. The comfort of your promise making him feel like he could stumble and fuck it all up multiple times, but you’d still be willing to let him perfect the craft.

“I’ll guide you the entire time if you need it, but I might need a little help too.” You explain, leaning yourself up to get a little closer to him. “When you’ve imagined it, how did you want to do it?”

Yeosang blushes for what felt like the hundredth time and stares at you. He never thought he’d have to say it out loud, but he’s already embarrassed himself in the worst possible way, he can’t do much more damage at this point.

“My favorite was thinking of you on top, kind of, just—”

“Showing you?” You try to finish his sentence for him, and you’re relieved when he nods. You can see his body adjusting itself into this new state where the possibility of orgasm is imminent, and it’s weirdly hot to you. You can practically see his pupils enlarge when he looks at you, you can see him shift his legs to make room for whatever he’s hiding under his pants. You give him credit for wanting you on top, probably just wanting to feel what it’s like for the first time rather than putting in all of the work himself. There’s not much he can fuck up if you’re on top, not that he would fuck it up anyway. You like him enough, especially in this moment, when he’s nervous and showing it to you without shame.

“Would you feel better going by the list?” You ask, leaning over him and hearing his breath hitch when you do it. “We already did the first three in the list.” You offer to him, staying leaned over him as if dangling your body for him to take. You stay like that reading the list, him staying beneath you in a way that shows just how much you’ll need to guide him.

He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t move his body. All he does is look at you, and the clothed breasts in front of him. It’s like his brain is blanking of any thought or to-do list, which is much how it should be during sex. If you think too hard, it’s less fun.

“No?” You lean yourself back to your position, this time with the list in hand. “Because I don’t need this list to show you.”

He’s still quiet, studying you. “Can we just—”

You don’t even let him finish his sentence, tossing the list to the side and allowing it to float to the floor. “Yes. We can just—”

And then you’re right back to kissing him, this time moving in haste to get yourself on top of him, straddling him. The way his breathing picks up through the kiss is attractive to you, the way his hands don’t know where to go, the way he chases you with his tongue, though you’re right there on top of him.

It all feels so desperate, and you wish you could be feeling what he’s feeling right now. In all honesty though, you’re perfectly happy being the girl that gets to do this for him. You’re his girlfriend now, and you hope you can make this a moment he never forgets. A story he can tell to his friends that genuinely happened this time.

Out of all of the kissing that’s taken place tonight, this one is the hottest. It isn’t hesitant, he isn’t pulling back, and he couldn’t even if he wanted to. You’re already so turned on by the way his hands haven’t stopped shaking, by the way his pupils are so blown out that you hope they look back at you like this forever. No man has ever acted this way towards you, and sure maybe it’s because he hasn’t ever had sex, but you still hope it’s because it’s you.

“Don’t think.” You mutter out between kisses, licking against his bottom lip and grabbing one of his hands. “I’m moving a little fast—” You sigh out again, placing one of his hands straight up your shirt and onto your breast. You did choose to wear a sexy, matching pair of panties and bra today. You hope he gets to see you take it off so he knows you really did want this from the beginning.

“Ah—” You go to say something, but you moan out instead at the smallest amount of pressure against your body from him. You can feel him hump upwards, his eyes shooting open at the way you adjust yourself on top of him so that your ass is pressed perfectly against his length. And honestly? Yeosang is so incredibly hard in this moment, that you almost feel guilty for not diving down and giving him that blowjob he wrote on his list.

His hand against your breast is eager, and he does exactly as you asked. You told him not to think, and you genuinely don’t think he is because his hand is moving by its own accord as he continues to kiss against your lips. He kisses, and kisses, and kisses, until he’s chasing your lips when you pull back. You sit upright, feeling his hand frantically feel all against you, to the point of his other hand following suit and he’s grabbing and groping anything he can get his fingers against. The clothes clearly a point of frustration in the way one of them keeps pulling at the fabric of your bra.

You push both of his hands away and watch as he stares up at you. His deep breaths heard loud and clear in your ears when you reach to lift your shirt off of you. You’re excited to see his face, excited to hear him, and see how much more those pupils blow for you.

When your shirt is gone, you feel his cock twitch under you. And when you take both of his hands and place them to cup them both, he groans as he stares. His face falling in a way that you can tell that he truly isn’t thinking about anything but you and what you may be planning to do.

“Now yours?” You comment, knowing full well that he’s going to have to pull his hands off of you just to get his own shirt off, and you were right. He huffs out at the idea of letting go just so the situation can become more intimate. He always wondered why in porn, most people were already nearly naked, what a fucking hassle.

He is very quick to pull his hands from you and pull his shirt off, one hands going straight back to your chest.

“Not yet,” You say with a small chuckle, reveling in the experience of him trying to get on with it. “Let me take these off too.” You add, pulling yourself off of him to get your pants off.

You do it slowly, just to see his desire grow. He stares at you with furrowed brows, one of his hands falling straight to his cock as he palms himself absent mindedly while watching you step out of the pants. He can instantly see that the panties have a wet spot, and this causes him to press harder against his cock.

Upon looking back at him after throwing your pants to the side, the image alone is enough to have you throwing yourself at him, but you don’t. You watch for a moment, wanting this to last for a little longer because—this must be what he looks like when he’s alone, thinking of you, right? He’s shameless in the way he’s touching himself, staring holes through you as you watch his hand fumble with his zipper as the other continues to palm against himself.

“You look so good like that—” He whispers out, still staring straight at your core, which is perfectly hidden by the delicate lace of your white panties. “better than I imagined,” he chokes out again, finally getting his zipper undone and reaching his hand into his pants to continue working himself up far more than he probably should.

You feel warm and very seen in this moment, wondering if you should do away with the rest of the clothes all ready so you can see just how vocal he can get.

“Do you want to take off your pants?” You say, eyes going back to his hand working beneath his pants. “I want to see it—”

Yeosang is so quick to pull his hand out of his pants and, in one motion, shove both his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Almost immediately, his hand is right back around himself and you can see how he squeezes and tugs it while looking at you. His cock already dripping beads of pre-cum onto his fingers, you feel fucking stupid for just standing here and letting him look at you. He should be feeling you. You’re sure he knows how to touch himself, but he doesn’t know how you would touch him.

You continue to look at his hand, while he continues to stare at you with such a lack of shame that you can’t ever imagine doing this for anyone else.

“Can you—” He murmurs, his hand moving a bit faster now. “Can I see it?” He adds in question, eyes staying on your core. “Please?”

He’s getting more desperate, and it shoots a sensation straight through you’re body that you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you’ve become simply standing here. You imagine that the idea that you know he’s a virgin is allowing him to be his full, horny, self in this moment. You love it, you love the way he’s acting right now, lowering your panties in a slow and languid way to pretend like you’re not just as desperate as he is in this moment.

He watches, focusing on your skin becoming visible to him. This is genuinely the first time he’s ever seen a real life woman standing before him, taking her clothes off for him. He audibly takes in a breath, watching your panties fall to the floor and seeing the glisten against them, he knows that’s for him too. He never imagined that he would be able to make a woman feel like this, almost as wet as it looks in porn.

Yeosang doesn’t even notice you taking off your bra with haste. You can see him working himself up to the point of almost cumming, and you realize you took far to long to revel in his attention while he did it. Both of you so zoned in on the other, that it’s hard to imagine either of you lasting for more than a few minutes like this.

One moment he’s staring at your pussy for the first time, and then he blinks and you’re gone. A dip in the bed beside him shows him that he’d really lost himself to the moment, forgetting that he’s supposed to be letting you do this. He releases his hand, and finally looks at you with a breath. You’re staring at him much like he was staring at you. He can see your line of sight going straight to his cock and it reminds him that one of the reasons he was still is a virgin is because he was too nervous to bare himself like this.

But it was so easy to do it for you. He doesn’t even remember kicking his pants off, and now that he can see all of you, he’s not embarrassed at all. Not in the way his cock twitches for friction, not in the way he is staring at your bare chest for the first time, not in the way he glances over to your panties and wants nothing more than to keep them as a souvenir.

And while he’s thinking, when he certainly shouldn’t be, he takes a moment to try and calm himself. Unfortunately, as he does this, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, he can feel your weight shift and suddenly his cock is warm. So warm. So wet, with muscles moving against his shaft in a way he’d never felt before.

His eyes shoot open with a guttural moan and he looks down. He can see your hollowed out cheeks matching the sensations against his cock. He moans again, doing his best not to fuck up against your mouth because honestly, he’s seeing stars and all he wants is more, more, more of this.

When he feels you hum against him, he nearly bursts, his hands shooting straight to your hair as he tries to gain his grasp on the reality of his very first blowjob. Each breath coming out as a sigh, a moan, a groan—and you’re just down there, humming and taking him deeper and deeper to the point he feels like if you don’t stop, he’s surely going to embarrass himself and end the night still a virgin.

You can feel him hold back, his hands in your hair and his abdomen tensing each time you go lower. You couldn’t help it. His cock was more perfect than you could have imagined. One that matched his perfect fact, his perfect hair, his perfect posture. It was thick, mouther watering. You really couldn’t help it. Watching bead after bead of pre-cum pouring out of him, both of you so entirely wet without even touching each other— you had to taste it. You couldn’t let it go to waste. And the way he writhed when you did it, the way he keeps moaning, it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.

When his hips move on their own accord, looking for something to fuck, you choke. The satly taste of his pre-cum becoming a constant stream that you could probably confuse it with a man actually cumming into your mouth as you gag around it. But he hasn’t cum yet, and you can tell when you pull up and he whimpers from the lack of friction.

You stare at him again, his face this time, realizing you hadn’t looked up to revel in how his face would contort through his first act of intimacy past making out. His eyes finally open to look at you again too, and when your eyes meet all you can do is fucking smile at him. Yeosang wasn’t innocent, and you can tell he’s probably fucked his hand more times than you can imagine, but the idea that he looks so broken in this moment has you feeling like he’d never had his cock touched at all before.

You’d never understood what true yearning was until you watch him, his hips still stuttering upwards as if your lips were still wrapped around him. He looks like he is suffering. Suffering for you. Like he’s been edged for several hours and can’t stop himself from begging through his body.

And then you realize that you’re enjoying this too much. He’s supposed to be losing his virginity and you’re just watching him feel so entirely good that it’s hurting him.

Bypassing the idea of guiding his face between your legs, ignoring the fact that you’d love to feel his slender and long fingers inside of you, you put yourself on the back burner. He’s still a virgin to those things, and you can revel in them on another day, considering this is your boyfriend now.

“Yeosang? Condom?” You finally say, voice a little horse from the fact that his cock was hitting your throat multiple times and coating it with a thick amount of pre-cum.

“Shit—” He whimpers out, frustrated again that he needs to move out of this position, but also excited that you’re asking him to get one. Meaning, sex. He’s going to feel you around him. “In my pocket..” He chokes out again, lazily pointing towards the foot of the bed where his pants lay crumbled.

You very quickly grab them, searching the pockets and grabbing a random condom out. Three others fell out along side it.

“Banana, really?” You ask with a cock of the brow.

“How am I supposed to know?! I just grabbed them!” He reminds you that he is very much a virgin, and you can still see him buck his hips up in chase of something, anything, in this moment.

You chuckle, grabbing one and pulling it out of the package. You watch intently at his face when you touch him again, grabbing his cock and rolling the condom onto it. Honestly, his face already looks as if he’s inside of you when you do it, and it’s a marvelous sight. You hope he can hold out, though you’re not sure if you can.

“Are you ready?” You say, and all he can do is frantically nod at you, his hooded eyes glancing from your chest to your core as you move to straddle him again. “Hold onto me—” You guide him, grabbing his hands and placing them at your waist as you position him against you.

He’s seeing stars again from the moment you began to sink down and envelope his entire being. At least it felt like that. The tightness much more intense than his own hand, and the way you’re clenching around him has his eyes slamming shut as he breathes his way through this moment.

“Fuck,” He breathes out when you sit against his flesh, feeling his cock adjust to the new sensations and pressure has you feeling like you need to writhe this time. You can feel his fingers dig into your waist, holding you there as he tries to grasp his thoughts.

He’s gone so quiet, his face flushed and his eyes still closed. You reach forward and brush your hands through his hair, lifting your ass so that he can genuinely feel you when you start to fuck yourself on him.

Goosebumps prickle against his skin when he feels your fingers in his hair, and it’s like his sensations hit overdrive when you sink down against him again. This is what it feels like? No fucking wonder people become sex addicts. All of the stories he told flashing in his head, he already feels like he’s grown just knowing how it feels now.

He opens his eyes to look at you, and the way your face is concentrated on his as you slowly begin to bounce. Yeosang already knows he’s a goner. He feels as if he’s holding himself down just to keep himself from fucking up into you as fast as he would his hand. You feel so good around him that he’s speechless, hoping he never has to say another word again that doesn’t involve how good you feel around him.

You’re not laughing at him, you’re not mocking him, shaming him, or embarrassing him. In fact, he can feel how wet you are in the way you slide against his cock with ease, no way is that just the lube on the condom. He can feel the cool air against the base of his shaft each time you pull up, and he can feel more drip each time you sit against him.

The tightness is so real and so consuming that he’s already about to cum, and he doesn’t know how to stop it.

“Wh-“ He tries to say, realizing now that the breath is knocked out of him. “Where?” He asks through groans, moving his hand from your waist and straight to your core. “I’m not going to last, please—” He whines out this time, thumbing and feeling for the mysterious clit that he’s heard so much about.

You’re quick to guide his hand and press against his fingers for him so he can feel the nub. And honestly? He’s so good with it without even realizing it. Pressing and keeping constant pressure against your clit as you continue to grind and bounce against his. You can feel his cock twitch every few seconds, and when you go a little fast, specifically so you can feel the pads of his fingers frantically try to get you off—you somehow, hit your high before him.

Sighing out, he can feel you tense around him, his cock suffocated by your walls squeezing around him. He continues to move his fingers against you after you still your bouncing, moaning our for you. And you? You can’t even get words out. You couldn’t even tell him that you were close or that you were actively cumming around him because it hit you so hard and so fast.

As you sit, feeling the sensations of his cock, you work through your last bit of the orgasm by pushing his hand away from your clit and fucking yourself on him as quickly, as hard, as you possibly can. Not because it’s him, not because you’re taking his virginity, but because it feels so good.

You’re not even bouncing now, you’re sitting with his cock fully bottomed out inside of you as you grind and twirl your hips through your orgasm, the flexing of your muscles enough to practically masturbate his cock still much better than his hand would.

He watches in awe at how you animalistically grind against him, working through the last moments of that orgasm before realizing that all he needs to do is hold your hips in place and thrust up once.

And he does, he grabs you and holds you there. You hadn’t realized the strength he could muster in this moment when you’re held still on top of him. Your pupils just as blown as his when he guides your hips up and looks down at himself. He thrusts once, twice, and a third time. The image of seeing his cock being buried inside of the woman he just made cum around him was already enough, but the way you urged him on with a broken ‘that’s it, keep going’, had him losing any grip on reality that he had been clinging to.

He doesn’t realize how tightly he was holding onto you, and he certainly didn’t realize just how hard he was thrusting into you when he hit the wall. His orgasm washing over him in a wave of blinding pleasure that had him unable to control his body.

You watched, feeling him slam into you out of sheer need rather than pleasure. He’d lost himself in this moment, his eyes closing tightly and his eyebrows falling to that of relief. You can feel his release, and when he does, his moans come out as cries. He’s muttering, babbling, cursing—all you wish in this moment is that you could feel his cum drip out of you. You wish you could feel it fill you up. But that’s a talk for another day.

When his body relaxes, he can’t even bare to pull himself out of you, and his fingers are still gripping you tightly as to not let you move.

His breathing is uneven, and he still hasn’t even opened his eyes yet when you reach forward to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

You’re out of breath too, ears ringing from the orgasm that had nearly knocked you into another dimension, and he’s just lying there beneath you looking pretty and tired.

“How was it?” You ask, breathing in a deep breath so that you can hopefully continue to talk to him as if you didn’t just experience something brand new alongside him. “Was it story worthy?” You laugh this time, attempting to wiggle out of his grip.

Unfortunately, that wiggle makes him wince harder, his sensitive cock struggling to stay soft while inside of you. It hurts in such a good way to him, he doesn’t want this to end.

“As if I’d tell anyone about this.” He finally says, pulling you down to his chest and hugging you tightly there, your lower half finally able to move from it’s spot. “They’re try to take you from me—”

You look up at him. “But I’m your girlfriend now, so there are rules.” He smiles at that response, knowing that truly, he’s yours now and you’re his. That’s what being in a relationship is, right? “If anyone tried anything, you think I’d actually want them? After. . . this?”

He feels loved right now. Despite being a virgin, who knows nothing of the female anatomy outside of anatomy books and porn, you’re acting as if he truly was the sex god he claimed to be.

“So…” San says, the sun rising and shining through the window casting deep shadows against the bags under his eyes. “I take it that she found out?”

“Yeah—” Yeosang says with a questionable look. “Did you…San. Did you even sleep?” He adds, focusing on the tired look on the man’s face.

“Nope. Heard all of it.”

Yeosang glares at him and then leans back to check and make sure his bedroom door is still closed.

“What the fuck, what happened to personal space?” Yeosang whisper scolds the man, slamming down a coffee cup and filling it with the fresh pot San probably brewed to stay awake and be a weirdo.

San throws his hands up in defense, a sleepy smile creeping across his face as he blinks out of sync. “Hey, it’s not like I was in the room with you. I just wanted to be here for support.”

“For support?” Yeosang argues again, this time with a lighter tone, because that situation could have gone a lot worse than it did if it weren’t you. He guesses San really was there for support.

“Like a sex cheerleader.” San deadpans, finally getting up and heading towards his room. “And boy, did I cheer for you—like, all night.” He laughs. “I stopped when you sounded like you were dying though, almost called the cops.”

Yeosang is back to glaring.

“But hey, must’ve felt good considering how stupid you both sounded.”

Dodging a wadded up hand towel, San rushes to his room and closes to door, but Yeosang is still left there smiling. It really was good, and he feels happy. The virginity thing is not even that important anymore knowing that it was you who took it from him, and as far as he knows, you can keep it.

#ateez smut #yeosang smut #kang yeosang #ateez fic #yeosang fic

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karniss-bg3 · 7 months

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oh great and powerful one, do you have any tips for writing kar'niss? i love how you characterize him and in my Desperate Hunger for the Content(tm) my desire to write my own stuff has reared its ugly head. however i am a bad writer lmao so any tips would be awesome <3

love your work, keep it up i want to send u so many delicious cookies

That first line had me giggling for a good twenty minutes, thank you for that.

I'll start off by saying I don't think there are "good" or "bad" writers. Everyone is at a different stage in their journey and like with any creative talent, it only requires some nurturing and practice to blossom. It's more about the journey than the destination. If you finish writing a blurb and you're happy that you took that step then you've succeeded.

As an artist I am sure you have a creative process you go through when you're gearing up to put an idea from your mind to paper. Writing is no different in that regard, a little planning goes a long way. Ask yourself, what premise do I want to see brought to life? From there ask how you see the character(s) reaching that destination. Do they encounter trouble along the way? What obstacles are in their path? How do they overcome them? Ect.

As for my characterization of Kar’niss, I am fortunate that he is a bit of a blank slate compared to others in the BG3 universe. It makes it easier to mold him in my image without making the reader double take. Every character has a “voice”, and if you study Kar’niss his comes through clearly. I am a physical writer which means I focus a lot of energy on how characters move, what expressions are on their faces and why, as well as exploring physical ticks that are unique to the individual.

In the case of Kar’niss, put your focus on these key areas:

-His mannerisms. He has a lot of limbs in motion at once. Is he nervous? Then he may shuffle in place, or wiggle his pedipalps as a form of stress relief. The same can be true of excitement which might make his butt wag or joints sway. I imagine Kar’niss moves around a lot, he doesn’t strike me as the sort that can stand still for any length of time. He has an anxious energy and it only grows the more stressful the situation he’s in.

-His choice of words. Kar’niss speaks in third person often, rarely switching to first only under special circumstances. So when he speaks you’ll often use “We”, “Us, or “Our” when he is referring to himself. “I” does still make an appearance but it seems to only slip in when he’s seeking credit for something good he’s done. It’s almost a way of protecting himself from backlash. Only once he’s confident that he’s done something right will he take full credit for himself rather than acting as a collective. He also uses “Majesty” and “Queen” often and in his early days it’ll be his topic of choice.

-His personality. Kar’niss is a loyal fanatic that is terrified of failure, to the point that he’s blind to his own abuse. He also has a hair trigger temper and will lash out the second he senses a threat or an enemy of his “Queen”. This can come in the form of verbal or physical backlash depending on the degree of the offense. He has major trust issues which is easy to see why. He’ll be hesitant to let anyone close and is likely to scrutinize even the smallest detail out of paranoia. His mind has been broken twice and that comes with consequences. He may have panic attacks, hallucinations, or psychotic breaks that border between zoning out and talking to himself all the way up to violent outbursts. Look at it this way, your Tav is navigating a minefield and they must tread carefully or it’s bye-bye legs.

I think these are three good starting points to begin with. The great thing about fanfic is the world really is your oyster. If you have an idea brimming in your mind then unleash it, whether for an audience or strictly for yourself. None of us are trying to be Tolkien and that isn’t what it’s about anyway. It’s getting enjoyment from characters that we want to spend more time with in the environments we wish to see them in. I have no doubt you’ll do great and I will always support more Kar’niss in the world. Good luck and thanks for the cookies!

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #answered #my writing #writing advice #writing tips #Hope this helps!

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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Heyo, I'm hoping your still doing requests, been on a mad riddler rampage as of recent, always like the guy. I had some one fantasy of a nightclub singer reader, most likely an Iceberg Lounge one that catches his eye. I love BTAS Riddler preferably but if you want to do several that be cool. Love suggestive content, especially as I see reader in a very revealing dress. K THNXX!!!!

A/N: omg yess, such a classic set-up I love it! Also also, for that sweet soundtrack vibe lmao, I listened to a bunch of Clairy Brown and The Bangin’ Rackettes music for this fic, especially songs like, “Love Letter” (where the title comes from lol), “Good Problems”, and “Walk of Shame”, but honestly all their songs are bops.

Trigger Warnings: none really, just heavy flirting

Word Count: 1.5 k

"Edward! So glad to see you can make it!" Oswald came up behind Edward and patted his shoulder in a friendly greeting.

"I appreciate the invite." Edward said.

Oswald chuckled at the mention of his false name. "But of course! I couldn't possibly allow you to miss out on one of the best acts I've acquired for the lounge."

Edward hummed, intrigued. "That's some mighty high praise, Oz. Just who or what is the act?"

"Ooh, I shouldn't dare give it away, I'll just let you have a listen, old friend."

Oswald got up, but not before tipping his hat, almost knowingly at Edward.

Before Ed could ponder too much on the subject, the lights dimmed as the live band warmed up their instruments.

Edward was silently sending gratitude to Oswald for reserving a front row table for him. He had a perfect view of the stage.

Soon the curtains pulled back and there was a beat of silence before the band began playing the music. An upbeat, jazzy number.

There you stood in a gorgeous sleeveless dress with a sweetheart neckline. The satin dress was cut from the bottom all the way up to your mid thigh on both sides of the dress.

Heat rose up Edward's neck and caused his face to flare a bright red at his cheeks.

Now he was sort of regretting being so up close, he hoped you couldn't see his flushed red face. He tried taking a couple generous sips from his drink, but it did very little.

Nothing could prepare him for when you actually began your musical number.

You captivated and kept your audience engaged, not a single person didn't have their eye on you. You were extremely personable. You smiled, waved, and even teased the crowd with some playful dance moves.

Despite being caught up in the music, song, and overall provocative performance you put on…you didn't miss the new and handsome face in the audience.

Oswald mentioned something about a good friend of his visiting. Which is why he came to see you backstage and gave you an extra elbow nudge of encouragement.

You found yourself…compelled to bewitch this friend of Ozzie’s.

You swung your arms out for the grand finish, before ending the show in a graceful bow.

Edward was still frozen in a state of enchanted awe. He barely was able to compose himself long enough to applaud you.

Ed adjusted his collar and swallowed a lump in his throat as you looked straight at him. You sent him a wink and nod of acknowledgement.

Edward had very little time to recover before Oswald came up behind him once again.

“W-Who is she?” Ed asked, breathless, almost dremaily.

Oz chuckled. “Brilliant, isn’t she? An absolute siren! I’ll introduce you to her!”

Right on cue, you made your way through the adoring crowd giving you high accolades. You were polite enough to acknowledge who you could but you were on a mission.

Edward’s eyes turned into saucers as Oswald’s smile morphed to a wide grin as you walked up to them.

"Oswald!" You greeted your boss and friend as you stopped in front of them.

"Hello, my dear! You were absolutely amazing tonight, as always! I believe you may be due for another performance in a moment." Oswald chuckled.

"Hopefully not too soon, Oz." You shifted your eyes up to meet Edward's. "I want to meet your friend first, it's not every day I get to see them!"

"Oh of course!" Oswald introduced the two of you.

Edward was slowly but surely able to have his brain reboot and start sending actual functions from his brain to his body and voice.

He even managed to somehow bow a little to kiss the back of your hand. Even you were taken aback by the gesture, but was more than pleased to see him loosen up some (even if it was just to wind him back up again).

Oswald perked his ear, as if listening for something. "Ah, I'm being needed elsewhere, please enjoy yourselves!" He winked and waddled off.

Ed became tense again, unsure exactly what to say or how to carry on a conversation with you looking like an actual goddess.

Edward just tried to stick to what he knew. How to be a gentleman.

He pulled out the chair that was opposite his seat with his beverage and you smiled at the invitation before sitting down.

"How did you like the show, Mr. Nygma?" You asked.

Your warm sultry voice caused him to short circuit, but only for a second.

"I, um..oh I enjoyed it very much! I-I must admit I was impressed…I thought Oswald was having a laugh by..getting me more excited than necessary." Ed chuckled nervously.

You giggled softly. "Glad to know you were excited…it was…exciting to see a new handsome face in the crowd."

You giggled some more as you heard the almost comical gulp Edward made.

"Ah, well thank you…do you not get a lot of newcomers in the audience I suppose?"

You shrugged. "There's definitely the regulars and their dates or…their new dates for whatever day of the week it is…but you.." You hummed. "You are just so adorable, you stood out. I'm glad Oswald introduced you to me."

Edward nodded. "I-I, yes, I'm grateful too!" It may not be the first time he was called adorable, but he had to admit, the way you said it made it seem even more special.

"Well, you know what I do for a living. What do you do, Mr. Nygma?"

"Um..er..please…call me Edward..erm..Ed.."

"Eddie?"

His face lit up as he looked at you with a bright cheeky grin. "Yes?"

You tried to stifle your giggles from passing your lips. "Eddie..what do you do? If I may ask?"

"Um…well…"

You saw an opening and took it. You put your hand on top of his, and gave him a reassuring wink.

"It's okay, if it's not…exactly…a blue collar job." You teased.

Edward's face fell in relief, he gave you a small smile. He found himself grateful to find someone that understood, granted you did perform for an underground crime boss but details…details.

Slowly, Ed gained more confidence and felt more comfortable with you. He even divulged his background with Competitron and Mockridge which lead to his Riddler escapades.

You hung on to every last word, genuinely enthralled. You knew that ultimately, even dabbling in any affiliations with the infamous Rogues Gallery was going to make things messy to say the least. You couldn’t deny though, there was a certain flare and intrigue that you just couldn’t pass up.

“You mean I got to perform for a man who is as intelligent as he is handsome?” You inquired. “How did I get so lucky?”

Edward hummed. “If anyone’s the lucky one here, my dear, it’s me.” He grinned.

You giggled. “Could you tell me a riddle?”

You tried not to give away that you noticed a twinkle in his eye when you asked. You always enjoyed the random ones you heard throughout your childhood. You were curious which one he would throw your way.

A lightbulb went off figuratively in Ed’s brain when he came up with the perfect riddle. Well, at least one that fits the mood.

“Riddle me this…What did the paper clip say to the magnet?”

You leaned back into your chair, letting the riddle toss around in your brain for an answer. You really hoped it would have been something simple, but you were determined to figure it out.

“Let’s see…” You pondered out loud to fill in the silence.

Paper clip and a magnet…paper clips…magnet…magnets can pick up paper clips because most clips are magnetic. What would it say to the magnet?

Oh…OH

You smiled when it finally came to you. It excited you to know Edward was just as capable of flirting as you were, even if it was in his own unique way. It made things more…fun!

“I find you attractive.” You grinned victoriously.

Edward gasped playfully, “so forward, but I must admit it is a mutual sentiment.”

“Hey! What…that’s…that’s the answer Eddie! You tricked me!”

Edward snickered. “Yes, you are correct, but was my assumption wrong?”

You shook your head, bashfully. “No, not at all.”

You two looked into each other’s eyes. A lull comforting silence fell over you two, but it was interrupted by your boss.

“I’m so sorry, dear!” Oswald apologized. “I hate to cut your meeting so short, but I’m afraid some of the crowd is getting restless and would like an encore…"

You sighed understandingly. “I’ll be right there, Ozzie. I understand.” Before Oswald walked off you asked to borrow his pen in his jacket pocket.

Edward perked an eyebrow as he saw you write something vigorously on a napkin. As you got up to make your way back to the stage you handed Edward the napkin.

“Until next time, Eddie?” You asked, hopefully.

Ed nodded before vocally confirming there will indeed be a next time.

You handed Oz his pen back and slowly, hesitantly walked back to the stage.

Edward took a glance down at the napkin and his face flushed red once more.

Eddie <3

It was a pleasure to meet you. I cannot wait to see you again. Call me when you can and be prepared with more riddles! I’ll let you slide without giving me a reward this time, but I am definitely expecting a prize next time ;)

#ri writes #btas riddler x reader #btas edward nygma x reader #batman the animated series riddler x reader #batman the animated series edward nygma x reader

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justhereformilgram · 3 days

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Why yes I do find myself becoming enthralled with multimedia stories primarily told through songs and sometimes manga and other ways with characters labeled numbers one to ten who are all so complicated and deep <3

Under the cut is spoilers/speculation for the Kagerou Project and trial one and trial two of the MILGRAM project! If you’re a fan of one of these I recommend checking the other two out! Also discussion of suicide topics and general dark content considering these tragic characters

Ok those up above are just paired by number (prison number and order of joining the mekkakushi dan) but here is how I’d pair them based on power/themes + explanations, maybe even if there was a crossover or au sort of thing. The ones with the blue squares are what I think definitely fit while the others I had to go back and forth on

prepare for a ton of yapping. Lol. Lmao.

Kido and Haruka: Abandonment and attention issues + the power to conceal yourself so you don’t get noticed is really interesting to me… Kido is more confident and blunt than Haruka, and yet, I do think they match up fairly well.

Seto and Mahiru: I was debating on giving Seto’s power to Yuno or even Es since it’s like. I don’t know people pleasing/the whole motif of trying to see inside of people’s minds but Mahiru having mind reading powers compels me, since she’s so empathetic. It would also make her indirect murder so much more messy since she would have likely tried to show her love more if she could viscerally sense her boyfriend struggling, but ough.

Kano and Kazui: now this. This fits like a glove. They’re all about lies and pain baybeee… Yobanashi Decieve is such a perfect Kazui song it’s not even funny. (Using the Will Stetson Eng Lyrics but like. Come on)

“Act normal and all of that, but my heart’s still rushing fast so easily”

“I bit the fruit (apple motif!!) and the snake burrowed inside of me”

“But that’s only right, cause I’m a monster in kind”

“Listen closely to this coward’s beating heart, a selfish face that’s seeped in pain, the only me that remains”

“Though I say I’m really lonely, nothing’s ever gonna change”

Mary and Amane : Okay this is a more of a hear me out but hear me out. Both sheltered from the outside/real world, albeit for different reasons, Amane by her religious organization, Mary by her mom since she has Medusa blood. Petrification as a power would be helpful for amane in that murder and/or not getting hurt again, and/or punishing sinners. Also I think Amane would judge Mary since she’s all about stopping the natural cycle of death with all those timeloops

Muu and Momo: Simply they are both popular and that power of drawing eyes is so perfect for that. Less good for Muu once everyone turns on her but it still works.

Ene and Fuuta: This is so just because digital media like video games and twitter are so important to Fuuta like yes go into the computer buddy and cyberbully on another level. They also have similar outward prickliness <3

Shintaro and ES: this is really just about main characters and retaining eyes probably going to Es…? Wasn’t too sure of this one myself tbh

Hibiya and Mikoto (and John): Ok Focusing eyes I couldn’t really think of anyone since it’s very niche but ehh..? Graphic artist??? I do think a kagerou daze situation with Mikoto and John of John trying to save Mikoto in a death loop would fit them before the twist that oh no, sacrificing yourself just continues a different cycle…

Konoha and Kotoko: they can PUNCH. mostly did this one because kotoko would love to have the power to punch people to death and also. Well. Most inter-party kills. In konoha’s case due to possession but Kotoko would prob use hers for cold hard Justice

Hiyori and Shidou: ok this was Clearing Eyes since timeline shenanigans makes it so that Hiyori isn’t part of the group most loops. Maybe I should’ve put Kenjirou instead… well… welp. Shidou would go that far for his wife, that’s all I’ll say, and also the snake of knowledge fits him

Ayano and Yuno: Wasn’t sure about this one, since tbh Novel ES (the girl one) probably fits Ayano better, but Yuno having such a emotional power, able to express her feelings to another, while having everything she has going on could be interesting. Maybe Yuno matches Hiyori better I don’t know LOL Ayano is my favorite of the kagepro bunch though

#milgram #milgram project #kagerou project #crossover #milgram fanart #milgram spoilers #kagepro spoilers

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dead-pidoves-dirt-takes · 10 months

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Genuinely I think if you act like fan content is not and can never be as good as the source material or you think it’s “lazy” because people aren’t coming up with their own worlds/characters/settings then maybe you shouldn’t consume any fan content at all. Seeing as you have no respect for the people creating it.

Only consume published source material created to profit then, if you think fan content will always be lazier than creating your own worlds. Leave the people who appreciate that fan content is an act and labour of love, and acknowledge that fan content in itself can create talented and skilled people who are able to publish and produce works of their own.

And regardless, even if it isn’t as skilled as a professional publisher, that will never be an excuse to deem something as worthless, and therefore okay to censor lmao. It’s fun to create, it’s fun to engage in and it is really fun to see content be shared with you and to see other peoples stuff. That is a good enough reason as to why it shouldn’t be censored or taken down.

-Birdy and Twig 🍂

#discourse #profandom #proship

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zer0expektation · 2 years

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sometimes i think of an interesting fic concept for a fandom other than this one and think to myself, “gee, this is such a good and obvious concept, surely theres fics like this out there” or “ooh, this piece of media had enough dark elements, surely there has to be some good grimdark aus somewhere” and then i open ao3 and am forcibly reminded of the fact that the dream smp is the only fandom that isn’t obsessed with slash fics and i just have to wallow in the lack of nice content and my own inability to write (and, lets be honest here, commitment to most fandoms outside of the dsmp atm)

like genuinely, i dont think i can name a single fandom outside of the dream smp that has such a wide array of found family/friendship centered fics

stranger things? its all steddie or byler (as much as i love the both), etc.

my hero? its all bakudeku or tododeku or shindeku or literally everyone with deku.

detroit become human? its all hank and connor or connor and gavin or gavin and nines or markus and simon, etc.

our flag means death? its all co-captains (as much as i adore them as well) or steddy hands, etc.

the mcu? its all stucky or stony (or incest or selfcest lmao), etc.

sander sides? its all prinxiety or analogical or moralogical or lamp or lampd or whatever the new lamp plus janus and remus ship name is (yes more selfcest), etc.

gotham tv? its all nygmobblepot or jim and oswald or bruce and jeremiah (which i have so many questions about, but that is not the point of this post lmao)

etc etc

and i genuinely think its to a lot of these fandom’s detriments that everything has to be centered around a ship no matter what (esp mcu spiderman, pleASE GOD JUST GIVE ME GOOD POST NWH PETER PARKER ANGST THE CLOSEST THING IVE GOTTEN IS FUCKING SPIDERMAN!TOMMYINNIT AUS DO YOU SEE MY PROBLEM) because it really stops fandoms and fan-creators from really exploring the platonic and familial relationships between these characters and that exploration being in the main spotlight.

like sure, steddie is great, but i would love to read a big fic that is all about Steve and Robin moving away from hawkins together and navigating the city and sharing an apartment together and losing their shared jobs every week and continue to explore and establish new boundries and systems with each other and learning things the other never thought were important but brings such important insight into the other that they need to understand each other even better.

bylers cool, but i also want to read about will and el finally getting to meet each other and know each other and realise theyre so much more alike than they originally thought, never quite being seen as people, as the kids they are, but instead as these cool beacons of their friends’ efforts against the upside down and the government, and them becoming siblings, becoming the wonder twins, i want to see will trying to teach el how to draw, and el showing will all of her favorite tv shows, and the two becoming so intertwined that they know every preference the other has and how they can support each other through public school of a foreign town.

sure, bakudeku or tododeku’s okay, but i want to read a fic all about izuku growing up quirkless and what that means for his relationships and how much closer he is with his mom than other kids his age and how deep his mistrust of any other adults runs and what that means for how he acts once he finally gets to ua and how he sees all might as a surrogate father in place of the man that left him and his mother for the states and how that and his god worship of the man affects how he treats one for all and how he makes his decisions and how he prioritizes what all might tells him over what is actually good for him.

hank and connor is.. something, but why cant we read about how hank sees his son in connor and how it affects him to watch connor make these self destructive decisions in order to prioritize human life and his instructions over himself, and maybe about hank attempting to scare connor into deviancy, into some kind of self preservation, so that the poor thing can at least make a decision for himself and prioritize himself, and not die.

i love the co-captains as much as the next guy, but i want to read about how stede came across his crew, how he came to find out they like the children’s stories that he only held onto to remind him of his children, how he looked at lucius and saw himself in him, how lucius somehow managed to grab hold of every trait stede was bullied for, that was trained out of him, and emphases them and make them into a special kind of armor, and how stede takes lucius under his wing just to watch over him so that the boy will have someone on his side when he inevitably trips in his dance past (lets face it flirts and insults through) every hurtle that caught the heel of young stede’s shoe. how stede now will look up at that painting of a lighthouse and wonder if the problem wasnt that he wasnt a lighthouse, just that he hadn’t found the shore yet, and now maybe he has.

Do you see what I mean? How many fics are there that are like this that you can name off the top of your head? very few i imagine.

on top of this a lot of fandoms, because of their lack of exploration of non romantic relationships within their media dont only miss out on the sweet or bittersweet but the all fascinating grimdark aus that may spawn out of taking an absolute ship-less lens on the media you consume, i mean, the only fandom i can find any good or nuanced grimdark forced family fics in is, again, the dream smp.

and this has happened multiple times, where im watching something and i cant help but imagine how good a ctrinity style grimdark forced family au fic would be with these characters with these dynamics, btw.

(cw for all of the fun stuff that comes with forced family like kidnapping and implied abuse and characters overall being miserable lol - its not important to read, its just examples of dark aus im talking ab, just scroll to “etcetcetc” to skip past all that stuffs)

multiverse of madness, where instead of wanda trying to get to america and killing her in an attempt of getting her to make a portal to a universe where wanda’s boys exist going as far as it does, america offers herself up as her surrogate daughter and bringing the both of them through to them and living a normal life as a family in exchange for wanda to stop tearing places and people apart in this universe and others and for America’s life to be spared. and so she brings them both to a world with wanda’s boys, and wanda is just so so blinded by her own excitement and joy. she discards of that world’s wanda quickly, careful to ensure the boys were still asleep. then weeks, months maybe, go by and the boys start having nightmares but wont tell her why, what the nightmares are about, instead they wait until the door is closed and wanda’s down the hall to murmur in hushed tones about what they saw. (”shes not mommy, is she? mommy doesnt act like that. where did mommy go?”). america tries to pretend everythings fine and that theres nothing wrong with this twisted family dynamic wanda’s built up, but she cant truly hide its affect on her, the bags under her eyes are heavy and her fingers are always twitching, she flinches when wanda gestures with her arms to wildly and freezes when one of the boys accidentally breaks a glass. wanda doesnt stop using the darkhold. she could stop using whenever she wanted to, is what she tells herself, but she just needs to ensure no one is going to show up and take her boys away from her, she has to make sure america remains by her side, she has to make sure nothing goes wrong again. she can stop whenever she wants to, the thing is, she doesnt want to stop.

gotham tv (s4), where ra’s successfully kidnapps bruce and takes him and jeremiah under his wing, trying to raise them both to be like him, maybe barbra gets kidnapped aswell. ra’s wants them to act like a family, him as the father, barbra as the mom, and bruce, jeremiah, and talia as their children. at first this is all jeremiah could ask for. hes close with bruce, his need for simultaneous creation and destruction. a brother he didnt hate, and a present father. at first bruce is all angered yelling and venomous insults and scathing sarcasm. he comments on wanting to go home at every opportunity that presents itself, how he preferred alfreds cooking, he liked jim’s stories better, selina taught him cooler things, some days hed even complain about missing the criminals of gotham in an attempt to emphasis just how much he does not want to be here, no matter how cushy the bedding is or how nice the locals. at first all barbra does is attempt to kill, or at the very least injure, ra’s. some days its a steak knife to the gut, some a fountain pen to the face. ra’s is fine every time. hammer to temple. she doesnt buy time for herself, nor bruce. rope around the neck. she cant even injure him in any long term way. boiled water down the front. for a long time talia is jealous of the attention her father gives bruce and jeremiah. he spends long days trying to train the two in tandem, showing them how to protect themselves and how to injure others, how to tell the differences between the dead languages and how to read the basics, how to earn the trust of others and force them to fall into the trap of owing you favors. that is until she discovers how they all ended up here. shes left wondering if her father truly has the right of the world at heart, if she has to respect him and his decisions just because she is his only true daughter. jeremiah isnt having fun anymore. bruce has gone completely silent now. barbra has long since been subdued and doesnt even try to fight anymore. but talia stays quiet, even as the first time she hears bruces voice in months is when he yelps and tries to cover his face from being struck again, even as jeremiah mumbles to himself about someone named jerome, even as barbra spends her time staring whistfully into a bird bath when shes not cleaning or sitting pretty. (she tells talia, one quiet evening - a break from ra’s training bruce and jeremiah until they break, instead they’re allowed to curl up in a corner together and try to decipher books written in hundreds of dead languages - how she’d been engaged once. she wasnt happy, but she loved him nonetheless. she told her that she wondered sometimes how she would have turned out if she hadn’t left, if they got married. would’ve one of them left the other eventually anyways? would she have still ended up here? talia wishes she didnt talk to her, if only because it made staying quiet and continuing to live her life as a bystander harder.)

etcetcetc

unfortunately though, the dream smp (as far as ive seen) is the only fandom that explores family relationships and friendships so thoroughly and then delves deeper into more dark and upsetting aus (ive already said it once, but c!trinity!!) without there being a worry about weird romantic or sexual implications or plot points (which i partially blame killing stalking for the existence of - kidnappers arent hot pleeaaase)

some dsmp fics that i cant imagine being nearly as well done - or created at all - if they were written for different fandoms (all on ao3):

the dead dont dream by penink - ctommy dies during exile, multiple times actually, and dream thinks this is the perfect opportunity to test out the revive book

withered by ThatWeirdGuyInTheBush - Manburg is a real country in a world based on the 1940s, and ctubbo decides hes willing to do something drastic for the good of his country

guided evolution by fathermooshroom - ctommyinnit becomes spiderman, unfortunately being spiderman comes with all of the issues of being spiderman and having a secret identity (i cried uncontrollably multiple times dont let the beginning trick you)

If You Need Somewhere Safe by random_on_main - when ctommy finally escapes logstedshire he takes sam up on his offer of giving him a place to stay rather than hiding in techno’s basement

passerine by thcscus (blujamas) - everyones favorite legendary ctechnoblade gives a visit to an old friend and comes to find out hes a king and has two sons

tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti) - tommyinnit is seriously just trying to get through life and happens upon a supervillain passed out and bleeding out in an alleyway on his way home from work one night

cataclysm by thanotaphobia - phil and techno finally conquer the country they’d been at war with for the past several years, but when they discover the lone king to the country is a teenage boy they take him as prisoner rather than killing him

the world forgetting by the world forgot by bonesandthebees (bonesandthecacti) - ctommy has forgotten his entire life, all he knows is that villains kiddnapped and used him for his healing powers, and the superhero dream took him in after rescuing him and allowed him to become his sidekick

its now 5 am, i only made this because i was thinking about that one video of someone talking about how weird it was that the top two relationship tags according to the stats ao3 released where gen (wilbur&tommy and wilbur&techno&tommy) and basically making it obvious they only thought the only reason you would write or read fanfiction would be for ships and slash fics and just,, how sad that is, because this fandom has some of the best fics ive read without even considering putting any romance in the spotlight and i think its far more fulfilling to be able to read fanfiction for the sake of a good story rather than getting to see two characters kiss (which is not to say reading fanfiction to see two character kiss isnt exactly what you need sometimes, im just saying theres more out there to love), and also because i was frustrated by the fact that nothing interesting looking came up when i looked up the tags ‘post series: no way home’ and ‘homeless peter parker’ lmao. if yall have any good post nwh angst pls pls pls send it my way, i need desperately to cry over a character that is not tommyinnit please. im gonna crash now, sorry if this long this is shit - its wayy too fucking early.

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