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gabseyoo · 2 years

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REASONS — HAITANI RINDŌ

content: fem!reader, established relationship, tenjiku arc spoilers. word count: 1,5k.

summary: rindō teaches his girlfriend to fight.

You’re going to kill him.

“C’mon! That's the best you’ve got?”

You're certainly going to kill him, spit on his corpse and leave him to the mercy of the crows.

“I’m trying!” You spat trying to free yourself from his grip, you knew he wasn't using his full strength to keep from hurting you, but you were so tired that you couldn't find the energy to even really try. “Don’t piss me off, I can bite your ass from here, you know?”

Surprisingly he burst out laughing, “Don’t do that, feels weird.”

“Somebody did it before?”

“Don’t ask.”

“You know what? Let me go.”

He chuckled before releasing your poor arm, you closed your eyes and remained lying on the floor trying to catch your breath.

“You were supposed to take me down, doll.”

It was the twelfth time you tried to 'take him down', but failed, he always managed to dodge you and it was you who ended up with an awkward lock of your limbs—which was ten times softer than he would do to a real opponent, by the way—.

“Sometimes I really hate you, you know?” You managed to say between your gasps.

“You love me.”

You couldn't help but smile, “Unfortunately.”

Rindou had been insisting for weeks on teaching you jiujitsu, you had refused because you knew how passionate he could be when it came to training. But after many pleas and bambi eyes you agreed only after making him promise to go easy on you.

If this was going easy, what was serious training like?

Morning runs. Goodbye greasy food. Hello two hours at the gym. Set after set of exercises you never knew existed. The damn burpees. You insist, how was that going easy?

You remember complaining to him that you had agreed only to learn to fight and not to full training, but he replied that to fight you needed the physical condition. God have mercy.

However, he seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to give up. You tried to look on the bright side and think that maybe it wasn't so bad, you were learning a martial art, exercising and eating healthy; but at times like this, with your body sweaty and sore plus the frustration of not being able to beat him, you just wanted to put an end to this kind of modern torture.

“Doll, you still alive?” Rindou asked and you opened your eyes to find your boyfriend standing with his legs beside your hips and his hands stretched out towards you.

“Sadly.” You sighed and took his hands accepting his help to stand up. “I think you forget that I don't have the same stamina as you.”

“But you did amazing.” He said handing you your water bottle which you instantly opened to drink what was left in it. “Keep it up and before you know you'll be breaking my bones.”

“That sounds tempting.”

“Right?” He took the bottle from your hands when you finished and put it back in its place, “Wanna do one last try?”

You quickly shook your head, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath, “I think I gave my all for today.”

Your boyfriend clicked his tongue and squeezed your cheeks with both hands, forming a pout on your face, “Just once.”

“Rindou, I’m tired—”

“I’ll let you drive.”

“Okay, but just once.” You said as you straightened up.

You ignored his triumphant smile as you took up position in front of him, mentally preparing yourself to meet the ground again.

But— surprisingly, when you ran and wrapped your arms around him to knock him down, the ease with which you succeeded puzzled you, forgetting the next step to lock his joints, so you just ended up falling on top of his body.

“Oh fuck, you okay?” You asked looking at his face, which had a smile on it.

“I’m okay.” Your boyfriend cupped your cheeks again as he did before, “Well, this deserves a prize, you made me fall, doll.”

“Not as planned.”

“But you succeeded anyway.”

You frowned straight into his eyes for a moment before sighing with realization, “You let me win.”

Rindou snorted, “Of course not.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You stated earnestly and your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully, “But thanks, I guess.”

Maybe he didn’t want you to feel bad, or maybe he felt some guilt about how hard you had trained today and he hadn’t given you a chance to win, who knows, but you couldn’t deny that his action filled you with tenderness. You had a soft spot for your boyfriend, you had to admit.

But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to punish him for putting you through such a hell in this gym today. How? You don’t know, maybe not giving him head for a week or two will be enough.

His hands moved down from your cheeks to your hips as you sat on his lap.

“You look good in these shorts, you know?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by the wrists to push away his hands that were beginning to caress you inappropriately. “We’re in public, perv.”

You weren’t surprised when he laughed. His laughter was somewhat contagious, so you had to stifle your smile to stand your ground.

“I know, sorry, sorry.” He said taking your hips hard to push himself forward and sit up, stealing a kiss on your lips in the process. “Let’s go.”

After you changed in the locker room, Rindou put his arm around your shoulders as he said goodbye to the gym owner before leaving. You had to walk a bit since his motorcycle was parked two blocks away because there was no parking nearby when you arrived.

“I still don’t know why this is necessary.” You suddenly said in the middle of the comfortable silence. You crossed your arms and looked at him with a half smile waiting for his response.

“What?” He asked while spinning the keys with his finger.

“Teaching me how to fight.”

He withdrew his arm over your shoulders to intertwine his hand with yours, “It never hurts to know how to defend yourself, doll.”

“Well, you have a point.” You admitted caressing his knuckles. “What I mean is— you were very insistent about teaching me. Why?”

“I don’t need a reason.”

“But you look like you have one more specific than seeing me in athletic shorts or spending time together.” He let out a chuckle, squeezing your hand tighter as you crossed the street. “Be honest.”

He flicked your forehead, “You can really see through me, huh?”

“It’s my job as your girlfriend.” You saw him lick his lips and focus his gaze on the ground, you knew he was hesitating, so you encouraged him, “C’mon tell me.”

“It’s really corny.”

“Rin…”

“Well— a few months ago I was thinking, what if someone wants to hurt you and I’m not around to protect you? The streets aren’t that safe, someone could mug you or try to take advantage of you.”

Your heart was melting, could you love him any more? The answer is yes.

“But then I thought of something worse.” You watched as he clenched his jaw, “What if someone tries to hurt you because of me?”

“Why would anyone try that?”

“You know why. You’re dating the Rindou Haitani.” He said cockily, pointing his finger at himself.

“Rindou, you are a gang member, not a yakuza.” You joked, stopping your steps when you were in front of the motorcycle.

“We don’t know what the future has in store for us.” Well, he’s not wrong. “And gang members can be cruel too.”

“You right.” You remembered what happened to Izana and Muto, and with that in mind, Rindou’s words made a lot of sense.

“If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I’ll break every single bone in their body.” In fact, he did it before, not to that extreme, but he did break the arm of a guy who tried to take a picture under your skirt— so you knew he wasn’t kidding. “But I know I can’t always be with you, the least I can do is teach you how to fight.”

“Well, he would have to be someone very stupid if he wants to hurt the girlfriend of the Rindou Haitani.” You mimicked his gesture by pointing to yourself before kissing his cheek. “Thanks for telling me, I’ll train hard to break the bones of anyone who crosses my path.”

Although you were already imagining that the level of torture would increase, you were willing to make the effort for the sake of your boyfriend's intentions. However, he won’t be getting any head for two weeks. That's a fact.

Rindou squeezed your cheek before saying, “That’s my girl.”

You smiled and stretched out your hand, “Now give me the keys, I’ll drive.”

He seemed to have forgotten your previous agreement since he widened his eyes, you knew he wasn’t a big fan of the idea of letting you drive, but too late— you had already snatched the keys from him and got on the bike.

Your boyfriend sighed in defeat before sitting behind you, “Just don’t run a red light again, please.”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— drabbles #— tr #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x you #rindou x reader #rindou x y/n #haitani x reader #haitani rindou imagines #rindou scenarios #kanto manji x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers drabbles

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dyrewrites · 3 months

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In Fog -- 15

We met a vagrant on our way to the market, well into the evening, far later than we were meant to be out. He found me enchanting, followed me, calling out cruelties he seemed to find complimentary. If only he knew how terrible the cost of having me.

While the vagrant tailed me, a monster tailed him.

“You're too pretty to be a boy,” the vagrant slurred, from drink by the scent of him, “you a boy, pretty thing?”

I would not answer, was instructed in fact not to. It had seen him long before he saw me and given me my role; bait. A role I would have scorned any other time, my love, as voiceless bait was a boring role to play.

But that evening I had favor to curry.

Guards had been placed at every train station, with descriptions of us close enough to warrant avoiding their gaze, and no whispered fog could turn them all.

So we walked, or ran, with me in its arms. And it spent its breath reminding me those children were eyes and mouths that could mark us. And I should have slit their throats. But I would not, no matter its insistence that innocence was fabricated, a hope, a crutch perhaps but nonexistent all the same.

The vagrant proved noisome, “Boy, definitely, way ya fill the front a them trousers…and got nothin’ up top to be a girl.” He would not stop, and I remain ever grateful he did not touch, “but you got that slender waist, all that hair. I could pretend.”

It took him on the last word, drained him dry before his next breath without a drop feeding the ground. Then we left him in the bushes, covered in fallen brush.

“I took too long, darling,” it said through the wet, bloody kisses I had grown not only to expect but desire, “I should have taken him before he spoke.”

“Nothing I have not heard before, love,” not simpering, but sincere my use of that word, spoken so easily, so comfortably.

And it smiled with the realization before dragging me to bushes.

I was not forgiven, not yet, but it would speak no more that evening of fault, or the impossibility of innocence.

Six hours, in total it took to reach the town. Even by its swift feet, its unnatural stamina, it was worn and slow when we arrived. And by then all the shops were closed. But they had a lovely little cabin, with a stocked kitchen for guests, and not a single poster hung from the buildings with art of our faces.

And so we…rested.

Tired as it was, it made me comfortable, cooked me a meal and fussed over me in ways none ever had. Would you, my love, knowing what you do now...would you have doted on me so?

Could it have forced me into another session of its play, handed me the blade again and demanded I take more life to prove my loyalty, my devotion? Yes, and I expected it, worried of it. Yet it did the opposite, it bade me rest, insisted we take the day to relax, more even.

“Our time at the beach was too short, darling, we need more. Especially with your...difficulties, it would do no good for either of us to push too hard.” Fishing a pen and small book from our room’s end-table, both appearing far too fine to have been left there, it laid out on the bed to write a list. “We need clothes first, of course, new shoes after that trip, a bag would be wise,” it wriggled the pen in its fingers as it spoke, flecking ink over everything and covering itself in black freckles, “And you need food that travels.”

I had not seen it anxious before, my love, it was distressing. In more ways than one, something about it so jittery and worried sat wrong in me. I needed to calm it, to soothe it somehow.

An easy method though it was, cheap even, I employed it anyway.

“Love,” I cooed, as best I could, crawling onto the bed beside it to kiss its bare back, neck, “We have all week in this room, but no daylight today for this list.”

“But you need time away from, from,” it set the pen down and rolled over, wrapping me tight in its arms and answering my lips with its own. Short the kiss, as it had more to say, “From me.”

Yes, my love, you heard me correctly, the blood-thirsty monster that urged my hands to slaughter...was self-conscious. It was afraid I wanted to leave it.

And did I? Is that not what I suggested with my distaste for what we did, with my request that it kill me? The ache in my heart to hear it, to see it forlorn told me I wanted no such distance.

I told it so, “No, not from you, love, I need no time away from you,” and with hungry lips and seeking hands, I showed it so.

Though violent our love often came, it bent beneath a gentler touch that night and its fawning continued throughout.

As did its worry, its need for assurance, “Tell me, darling, please, tell me again.”

“I want you,” I told its neck, “I love you,” I whispered through kisses down its chest.

“And?” it gasped as my lips sought lower, tongue tracing what would still it.

“And I am going nowhere, love, I am here, with you,” its breaths were too sweet, stuttering mine, “always.”

I know I tell too much of this act, my love, but it is difficult not to get caught up in the memory, the moment. How that eager devotion, that worship in pursuit of moaning breaths would ultimately shatter me...

#writeblr #snippet #writing #in fog #novella #horror romance #it is sad monster hour #manic monster hour?#monster is feeling many things #mc is also feeling many things #they are both terribly confused all the time #this is normal #also a kind of but not really physical description for the mc

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that0melette · 1 year

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@blaruu made me wanna upload my own art now so uhhh here's the character that got me drawing again.

This is my OC for a Pokemon webcomic I've been following, Tales of Elysium, her name is Areto.

I wanted to share her here but her backstory involves a lot of spoilers for the comic so PLS GO READ IT, IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD! It's got blood and violence and cussing and sexual innuendos but IT'S RLLY GOOD TRUST! anyways backstory beneath the cut

So Areto grew up in Elysium, raised by a Salazzle apothecary named Lacertia. 'Tia was given Areto as a baby when she was gather medicinal herbs and berries near the edges of the Abyss one day. A young Axew boy came running out of the treeline bloodied with a gnarled wounded arm, and in his good arm he carried a baby Jangmo-o.

When Lacertia ran up to help him, he shoved the baby into her arms and said "Please, watch my sister Areto, I have to go help my mom!" before running back into the trees before Lacertia could process what was going on. Baby Areto had a deep gash on her jaw, and was covered in cuts, so she had to run back to the nearest village to get the baby help. She never saw that boy again, and although she looked for years, she never found a trace of their parents.

So Lacertia raised Areto as her own, and she was a ROWDY child. Areto constantly got into fight with older kids, even adults on occasion. The first time she met Lady Rhea, her first instinct was to headbutt the Legendary right in her face. One time while visiting Blossom Village, she even attempted to tackle Solon, or tried to bite Chiron's hand when he was just giving her a checkup.

Growing up, Areto idolized Leon's mother, Luna. She wanted to be just like the Lopunny and join the Phylax once she was old enough, to keep people safe by fighting back the ferals. So Lacertia had her train at the dojo in Blossom village, and once the girl finally evolved, she immediately said goodbye to her mother to go join the Phylax.

Areto joined Team Aspis, a Phylax team led by Attikos the Centiskorch. Her team comprised of Juniper the Thwackey, and Rin the sensu-style Oricorio. The four of them were an incredible team, Attikos was a veteran of the Phylax with years of experience leading teams, he named his team Aspis after a type of shield, hoping that his team would serve as the shield to protect Elysium from feral hordes in the absence of the Laconians.

Areto hoped that she could live up to her childhood hero's legend, and more. She wanted to earn respect for the Phylax as a whole, often joking that they'd be "Almost as revered as the Laconians themselves!"

With her help, Team Aspis was well on that path, Areto had incredible strength and stamina, taking down ferals five times her size and coming out of it ready for more. Her life in paradise was a perfect adventure.

Until the night Aperion set their monsters loose on the people in the current events of the comic. Team Aspis had been in Blossom Village to celebrate Leon's return with everyone else, they arrived shortly after the portals began to open, and wasted no time jumping into action to protect the people.

Fabius' hosts were an enemy unlike the ferals of the Abyss, Attikos was unable to adjust his plan for action in time, and in what was a short but bloody battle, the entire team was slaughtered. All but Areto, who barely managed to fight off the swarm of monsters, only to discover she wasn't able to save her team.

Devastated and broken, Areto returns to the sanctuary with a deep gash in her side. The healers there were able to stop her bleeding, and that's where she is at the time of the comic, watching Rhea and Solon struggle to protect their people.

The tassel she's wearing in her reference sheet isn't something she'll have until this arc in the comic is over, it's made from accessories her team wore. The beads were worn by Rin in her head feathers. The everstone was worn by Juniper who preferred to remain a small and nimble Thwackey. The blue scarf was worn by Attikos, weathered and worn from his years of experience. After the battle, Areto will gather these items from their remains and fashion them into a tassel she can keep with her at all times, to never forget them.

#oc #original character #pokemon #pmd #hakamo-o #thwackey #centiskorch #oricorio #areto hakamo-o #art #traditional art #tales of elysium #pkmn #juniper thwackey #attikos centiskorch #rin oricorio #character backstory #character reference

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mushroom-madness · 1 year

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This may be cheating, but could I ask you ALL of the questions in the "mid-way brackets questions" post you reblogged, all at once?

(Also, on a related side note, thank you for running this - I'm having fun with it!)

Haha sure! Just took me a while to have the stamina to put the post together!

🐬 Which character(s) did you originally have in mind when making this tournament?

The characters I had in the examples during submission were Moonshine Cybin (Not Another DnD Podcast), Toad (Mario), Stanley (Spiritfarer), Todd from Mario (Drawfee), Apothecary Gary (Amphibia), and Danielle Barkstock (Dimension 20). I continued to think of more characters myself as submissions went on and submitted them, but I of course got one submission per character just like anyone else. Rip Morphean Mushroom.

🧢 Were there any characters you predicted would win that actually ended up loosing?

Most of the characters that were defeated by underdogs! I expected there to be a few campaigns to bring underdogs up but there were several who just won without any propaganda! Poison Mushroom Cookie, one of the first characters with multiple submissions, getting beat out by Shumi, a character with one short submission that I added pictures off of google to pad out their description was NOT something I expected!

🧊 Are you running/have you ran any other tournaments? If so, which ones?

@selfindulgentcompetition ! (The Finale is actually up Right Now!)

🛝 Which, if any, was your favorite matchup and why?

I don’t know if I can pick a favorite, but one that stood out to me while making the polls was Jade Leech VS Night Cap (PvZ). Pre-Competition they were the two contestants that I actually did some research on cause they interested me and I was so sad one had to go Round 1. Rest In Peace Jade, your fans still love you. (He got so much propaganda too! I was expecting a more even final count.)

💎 Are there any fandoms you found out existed via this tournament that you'd now be interested in checking out?

No new fandoms that have pulled me in all the way, but it did get me to start replaying some Plants VS Zombies!

💙 What's your favorite part about running this tournament?

Getting interaction from followers! Propaganda, asks, comments in the reblogs, it all makes me feel nice! ❤️🍄❤️

🚿 Which character(s) sweeps took you most by surprise?

We All Know. The incredible Shrub Berry VS Toad tie. The Saga. (They have a tag now. #toad berry saga)

📫 Do you plan on running any other different tournaments after this one?

Not currently! A bit worn out on polls at the moment actually! So going to at the least take a break once I’m done here. See if polls are still a thing by the time the poll running bug bites me again!

🩻 What's the best piece of propaganda you've gotten from this tourney?

Gah it’s so hard to pick! I don’t want to play favorites lmao. I’ve already hyped up Jade Leech enough because he got so much support but still lost. I love the Apothecary Gary propaganda because I love Amphibia. Toad Berry. Honestly it might still be just the submitted descriptions for Muttshroom.. I had never heard of this lad before he was submitted but I’m in love now and was heartbroken when he lost.

🗽 Favorite image(s) you've used in a poll?

Maybe it seems like I’m playing favorites but he’s already lost, but I was truly amazed to find that Jade Leech, the sexy anime boy version of Jetsam from the Little Mermaid (I assume Jetsam anyway, since he starts with J and his brother Floyd is F for Flotsam. One of Ursula’s eels), has not one, but TWO different pieces of official art of him surrounded by and admiring mushrooms. Jade Leech propagandists you had it right he truly HAS the Mushroom Madness.

#mushroom madness #ask #anon #i cannot beleive i forgot to post this #i meant to on Thursday #oops #Round 2 SHOULD #SHOULD #be up starting on Monday #S H O U L D

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Thirteen

It's fluffy and a little smutty for the sake of fluff and smut. Well, implied smut.

Steve proved to be exceptionally good at taking orders and, as Grace had known, he was a quick study. Day trips to museums and various other activities that they had planned all ended up cut short the instant one of them got even the slightest suggestion. They barely made it twenty minutes into the National Art Gallery before darting out, holding hands as they sprinted for the Metro back to his apartment. Steve made dinner reservations for them at an expensive restaurant one night and as they sat in the dimly lit booth, hands wandered. The week went by far too quickly and before they knew it, it was their last day together.

Grace woke late, expecting the usual, for Steve to already be awake, having gone for a run, taken a shower, and be in the kitchen making them both breakfast. But she woke with an arm and a leg around wrapped around her, Steve’s body pressed snugly to her back as he clung to her like a teddy bear in his sleep. She sighed contently and nestled back into him, which in turn made him sigh and wrap her up tighter.

“No run this morning?” She asked, shutting her eyes again.

“I didn’t want to miss any of the time we have left,” he answered, his voice still gravelly with sleep. “Plus, I can think of more enjoyable ways to get my workout.”

He shifted slightly and began kissing down her neck while his hand ran down her hip then slipped up the inside of her thigh. Letting out a little giggle, Grace let him do as he pleased, pressing her rear into him and feeling just how much he wanted her. Their first few times, she had done what she said she would and gave him orders, telling him exactly where to touch and how, what felt best. He was still new to it, but he was eager and had memorized what she’d already shown him. She felt confident he could take control. It was the best sex Grace had ever had. Steve teased her with slow, deep strokes, his lips and teeth brushing and grazing along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, her breasts. He had the stamina and discipline to go longer than any other man Grace had ever been with and they didn’t stop until she finished. Multiple times.

“Well, if your neighbors didn’t know your name before, I’m pretty sure they do after this week.”

Grace commented hours later, after a very steamy shower, sitting at the kitchen table watching him cook brunch for both of them. He had had to carry her from the bathroom into the bedroom and help her dress because her legs had gone weak. Now he’d placed her at the table and promised to restore her strength. Steve just laughed and flipped over a batch of pancakes on the stove. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he watched her happily for a moment while she sipped her coffee.

“I don’t think they really pay much attention,” he said. “No one has figured out that I’m Captain America yet. And I’ve been here nearly three months now.”

“Must be a nice change from New York after everything,” Grace shuddered, remembering all the women who had camped outside their apartment, not realizing that she was there, with him. Wonder what they would’ve done if they knew. It probably wouldn’t have been friendly.

“The privacy and relative anonymity here are nice,” he nodded in agreement. “I never wanted to be a public figure. It wasn’t even something that was meant to happen after the serum. After New York, when I felt it happening again, I jumped on the chance to move here when Fury said S.H.I.E.L.D. was moving operations.”

“Do you think you’ll stick with S.H.I.E.L.D.?” Grace asked, turning her coffee cup round in her hands.

Steve got the last pancakes out of the pan and onto plates that were already loaded up with eggs, bacon, and fruit, turned off the burner, and carried them out to the table, setting one in front of her before taking his seat and setting the other in front of himself.

“I don’t know,” his brow furrowed at the question. “I’m able to do a lot of good with them. I know I wouldn’t want to re-enlist in the Army. But I feel useful doing what I do, like I’m making the world safer.” He stabbed a bit of scrambled eggs onto his fork before glancing up at her. “You don’t trust them, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” Grace confessed. “My dad told me about the weapons Fury tried to hide from you. Even before that, I didn’t fully trust them.”

“Good,” he smiled softly, pride in his gaze. “Any sort of agency that operates in the shadows like that needs eyes on them to keep them in check. That’s part of why I stay. And I know that’s why you asked them for more work to take home too.”

“Not sure what it says about us that I, my dad, and my boyfriend, all feel an underlying sense of mistrust for an organization we all voluntarily participate in,” Grace sighed and popped a large bite of pancakes into her mouth, her eyes fixed on her plate. “I don’t know what exactly the three of us could even do if they stepped out of line.” Looking up she saw Steve staring at her, grinning like an idiot. “What?”

“Boyfriend?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a swig of coffee.

“I’m going to have to take the rest of the day to rest so that I can walk normally when I get off that plane this evening,” she pointed her fork at him, turning red in the face and watched him snicker. “If you think I let anyone other than my boyfriend do that to me, you have a very disrespectful view of me.”

“I have the utmost respect for you,” he leaned in across the table and she grinned, leaning in so he could kiss her, which he did. “The term boyfriend just caught me by surprise is all. In a good way,” he added. “If you’re worried about your dad finding out though, you might want to make sure you cover that hickey.” He went back to his brunch, jabbing more eggs onto his fork.

“Steven Grant Rogers, you gave me a hickey?!”

Grace hadn’t really had a chance to look in the mirror the whole time they were in the bathroom, so she popped up from her seat and wobbled her way to the mirror in the entryway to look at her neck. Sure enough, a purplish red mark lingered there. She touched it lightly, wondering how she hadn’t felt it. Of course, she’d felt his mouth on her neck, but she hadn’t thought he’d been there long enough to cause a mark. Steve smirked in pride over his handiwork as she came back to sit down.

“You have a death wish,” she rolled her eyes. “We’re supposed to be keeping this quiet for a little while.”

They had agreed that it would be best for them both personally and professionally to keep their relationship to themselves for a while. It could go very badly for Grace as a therapist if people thought they had gotten romantic while he was still her client. And for Steve, it could cause tensions with Tony, who already had some negative feelings towards him because of his own daddy issues. They needed to come together as a team for the Avengers initiative to work and Grace knew her father’s overprotectiveness would make that nearly impossible if he knew Steve was dating her.

“Would it help if I told you I didn’t mean to?” He offered her an apologetic smile. “You were making that noise and I didn’t want to stop…”

Grace felt her face go hot as she remembered the exact thing he’d been doing to cause her to make said noise.

“When I feel confident enough that my legs will hold me long enough, we’ll go down to the drug store and get some concealer,” she ate another bite of food. “You’re paying for it though.”

“Fair,” Steve nodded.

The rest of the day passed too quickly and before they knew it, they were at the airport again, Grace holding onto Steve, her arms around his waist, head on his chest, unwilling to relinquish her hold on him as they stood just outside the security line. He had on a ball cap again and Grace wondered how something so simple worked so well to keep anyone from recognizing him.

“I promise I’ll be out in California soon,” he kissed her on the top of her head and gave her a squeeze. “Long distance is nothing these days with the internet, airplanes, and cell phones. We can video chat even. I learned how to work it on my phone.”

“We can have fun with that,” she smirked up at him and he went pink. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he kissed her softly. “But you should probably get through security now, otherwise I’ll be tempted to carry you back to my apartment and I’ll never want you to leave.”

Reluctantly, Grace kissed Steve one more time before he relinquished his hold on her, sending her through the security line. When she got off the plane at LAX, she grabbed her bag at the luggage claim and immediately went into the bathroom to do a touch up on the makeup she’d used to cover the hickey on her neck. Her dad had a thing about going into public airport terminals, so she finished her cover up then made her way outside. Tony was leaning against the passenger side door of a teal Jeep Wrangler in the pickup lane.

“Hi Dad,” she felt such a bright surge of happiness when she saw him. She threw her arms around his neck in a hug.

“Welcome home, Gracie,” he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “I was scared you’d leave forever, so I bought you this bribe,” he stepped back and gestured at the Jeep behind him. It was the exact one she’d started saving up to buy in the last few months. “Do you like it?” He grinned then went serious again. “Please never leave.”

“You bought this for me?” She gaped, her jaw feeling like it might hit the ground. “I mean, I didn’t plan on leaving, so you didn’t have to bribe me.”

“So…” he glanced behind him at the Jeep, “you want me to take it back?” He asked slowly, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” She grabbed his arm, laughing. “No, I love it, Dad. It’s just unexpected, that’s all.”

“Dads are supposed to treat their daughters like princesses right?” Tony held the keys out for her and she accepted them happily. “I know you were saving up for one yourself, but I wanted to get it for you. I can’t have my princess settling for an old car that’s falling apart.”

Grace got into the driver’s seat and began adjusting the seat and mirrors. Tony put her suitcase in the back before getting into the passenger seat.

“Speaking of old and falling apart, how’s Capsicle?” He asked, buckling his seatbelt.

“Neither old nor falling apart,” she shook her head with a laugh. “But he’s fine. We had a nice time. And I got a new assignment from S.H.I.E.L.D., so it was a great trip all around. I’m glad to be home though."

Chapter 12

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nashibirne · 3 years

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LUNCH MEAT

I'm still on holiday but I had to take a forced break from hiking due to some problems with my foot. Anyway...I decided to make the most of it and wrote another little Trucker!Sy one-shot. It was inspired by some silly banter between me and hubs the other day and I hope you're gonna enjoy this new adventure of Trucker!Sy and his girlfriend. It would be great if you let me know what you think and leave me a comment, like or reblog. Thanks! 💜

Pairing: Syverson x reader (f)

Word count: 2 k

Summary: Sy and his woman and an early lunch...

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, PWP, smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), tiny dose of deep throat, mentioning of degradation / dom-sub dynamics, female masturbation, language, silly innuendos

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Credits: I don't own Captain Syverson, pics for the moodboard from Pinterest.

Find my other fics and the first two Trucker!Sy one-shots on my masterlist!

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"I'm hungry." I look at Sy with a pout.

We decided to change some of our habits and establish a healthier lifestyle a few days ago. We've spent most of our nights with take away food, netflix and sex lately, which is great but we both feel like we're getting a little lazy and out of shape so we agreed on making some changes. I pleaded for just adjusting our eating habits, less pizza and burgers, more salad, vegetables and other healthy stuff but Sy insisted on adding sports to our daily schedule.

So he made me get up early today for a run - on a sunday! He took me to a beautiful lake, a secluded spot I've never heard of before, although it's just an one-hour-drive away, and once we got there we ran along the shore around the lake, which left me pretty exhausted and against all my predictions and my mocking beforehand I have to admit my hot trucker boyfriend wasn't half as drained as I was when we arrived at my car again. He's not only buff from going to the gym but apparently very fit too. I mean, I know his stamina but I'm still surprised that I was hardly able to keep up with him. I tried to distract him during our run, of course I did, pointing out that we're all alone at the early hour, that no one is around, trying to make him stop for a hot make out session in the woods or even a little quickie, but no, my arts of seduction were wasted on Sy, he just shook his head with a playful grin and a strict glance, giving my butt a little slap to make me run a little faster.

So now that we're back home, I'm starving, craving some good food and chill out time on the couch. "I mean it, Tom. I need food." He laughs and the warm, deep rumbling sound makes me smile. He pulls me close and gives me a sweet, little kiss. "Sure, babe. Let's have an early lunch. Salad and sandwiches?" "Sounds great. I prepare the salad and you make the sandwiches?" He nods and we start to work silently side by side in my kitchen, that's actually a little too small for two people but we're used to it and as usual...Sy makes it fit.

It's unavoidable that our bodies touch in the tiny space. When Sy reaches for the plates in the board above my head, his side presses against mine and I can smell his fresh, woodsy scent, this warm mix of sandalwood with a hint of bourbon, that comes from the beard and body soap he uses. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly and he gives me a big smile, knowing that I love his fresh-out-of-the-shower-smell. I'm rinsing the lettuce and Sy turns on the radio, humming along to the country song that's playing while he spreads mayo on some slices of bread.

"What do you want on your sandwich, darling?" Sy asks.

"I don't know…" I turn to him with an innocent smile, my hands on my hips, pretending to think about his question. "I'm craving something tasty, substantial, I guess. What about a good piece of lunch meat? Something real, that leaves me completely stuffed."

I grin and turn away and I can easily picture the smirk that is spreading on Sy's handsome face. He loves some good banter and it may sound funny but it's often some kind of foreplay for us. After draining off the lettuce and putting it into a big, wooden bowl, I chop some bell peppers and some tomatoes.

"I need the cucumber." I point at the vegetable that is lying out of reach beside the loaf of fresh white bread that Sy is using for the sandwiches. He grins at me.

"You want the cucumber? That long, thick, snakelike thing?" He raises his eyebrows and does a tiny hip roll. I laugh at his very obvious innuendo and I can't help but find this silly, dorky way of flirting irresistibly sexy. The playful, funny, sometimes a little clumsy side of this hulk of a man, who's usually so confident and skillful, is my weakness. He gets me with being an awkward clown every time. I admit it here and now, I have a soft spot for my big, strong man being a boyish goofball from time to time.

"Yes, please. I need it for the salad." I flash him a smile and he grabs his dick through his sweatpants. "Sure you don't want my cucumber?" Another silly grin that makes me laugh and slap his arm playfully. "I want something to eat." I say, trying to grab the cucumber from his raised hand.

I come closer to him than necessary, pressing my body against his, making him feel my tits and my nipples that harden under my top as soon as they get in contact with the soft fabric of his shirt, that hides his broad, hairy chest. He gives me a wink and the cucumber before grabbing me by the waist. "So do I, babe. So do I."

Sy licks his upper lip and his hands wander to my ass, giving it a squeeze. "I'm hungry…" He bends down and lowers his mouth to my ear. "Hungry for you. I want to eat you out." A shiver runs down my spine and a little gasp of anticipation leaves my mouth. I place the cucumber on the kitchen counter and wrap my arms around his neck.

"And what about me? What will you feed me?"

"If you let me eat your pussy and cum like a good girl, I'm gonna stuff this pretty, little mouth with my dick. How about that?"

His eyes are tinted dark now, showing his arousal and pure, burning desire. Instead of an answer I kiss him, telling him that I agree wordlessly, showing him my love and devotion by using my mouth and my tongue. Sy kisses me back with passion, deepening the kiss, increasing my arousal until my moans get louder and my sex is all wet. He pulls away with a feral grin and undresses me quickly, wasting no time, before he lifts me up just to put me down on the counter before he slowly undresses himself.

His big cock is already hard and I can't help but stare at it with hungry eyes. He takes it in his fist and gives it a few strokes. He knows exactly what a great turn on it is for me to watch him touch himself and so I'm not surprised to see his lips curl up. His smile is sexy, he loves to tease me like this.

"You want that beast?" He doesn't wait for my answer, he just grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the counter. He kneels on the floor and places my thighs on his shoulders, grabbing my tits to knead and caress them while giving me pleasure. He starts with little licks, teasing me, making me beg and whimper, enjoying my helpless, needy little moans and sighs. When he finally eats me out, when he sucks and licks and kisses my pussy, when his tongue circles around my clit, giving it a sexy massage, I don't last long. My orgasm is powerfull and intense and when I cum I whisper his name, my whole body going stiff before the tension disappears and is replaced by this indescribable sensation of warmth and satisfaction.

I look at him and he raises to his feet. "My turn." I say with a smirk. I give Sy a shove and when his back is pressed against the wall I kiss him feverishly, running my hands over his body. I pinch his nipples to make him moan, I know it's going to work because he loves this kind of pain. I grab his dick tightly and I start to jerk him off slowly, just the way I know he likes it best. I want him on the edge of arousal before I suck him off, I want him to beg, I want him enslaved by my touch, weak-willed, putty in my hands. Sy curses when I go on, rubbing my body against his.

"Fuck, babe...yeah…" I take his balls in one hand and squeeze them, never stopping the hand job. His moans are getting louder, the longing in his voice is music to my ears. Sy closes his eyes now, resting his head against the wall.

"Babe...please…" He's out of breath and I know exactly what he wants but I need to hear it.

"Please what?"

"Suck my dick." His whispered answer is such a turn on, my pussy is throbbing as if I didn't have a fantastic orgasm just minutes ago.

"You promised to stuff my mouth with your huge cock." I drop to my knees and look up at him, my lips slightly parted.

"And I will," Sy growls in a low voice. "I'm gonna fill you up, babe." He takes my head in his big hands and guides it towards his crotch. He grabs his dick and shoves it in my mouth. I moan when my lips close around him. "Deeper?" I nod and he pushes a little harder but stops when he feels that I've reached my limit and now I can finally start to give him the blow job.

I love it, love how much power it gives me while at the same time I enjoy the feeling of degradation. I wanna be his whore and I wanna be his master. I want him to dominate me and I want him to be needy, greedy, depending on me. I use my mouth on the tip of his massive member and my hand on his shaft and I know he's already close. His moans turn into heavy panting, his hands tug at my hair, his hips thrust carefully, giving him the feeling of mouthfucking me though I'm in control.

"Touch yourself. I want you to cum when I spill my load in your mouth." His voice is so rough and deep it makes me shiver. I obey without hesitation because I really need to come again. I'm literally dripping with arousal and so I pleasure myself. I have this picture of us in my mind, his dick between my swollen lips, how I give him head, a sweaty, obedient mess, how much he wants to come in my mouth, all while I finger my wet pussy. When I stimulate my clit I get closer and closer.

"You're there, darling? I can't hold back any longer…." I nod and I hear him cry out loud.

"FUCK!"

Sy grabs my head again, fucking my mouth with full force while he cums. His dick slides down my throat and I have to gag although I enjoy the sensation of his cock balls-deep in my mouth. When I climax, it's even harder than the first time and I feel like exploding into millions of stars. I swallow his seed before he pulls out slowly.

He drops to his knees too and kisses me long and deep, his hands cupping my face tenderly. We both collapse on the ground and just lay there for a while, on the checkered vinyl flooring in my tiny kitchen, holding hands, looking at each other lovingly.

"Guess that's enough sports for today, baby?" I grin at him and Sy laughs out loud. "Yeah, I could get used to that kind of cardio, though." He smirks and I kiss him. "And now do me a favor, Sy and order a pizza. That lunch meat was delicious, but I'm still starving."

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solarwonux · 3 years

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Crop Tops and Tattoos || Wonwoo

soccer player!Wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, shower sex, wonwoo soft!dom, oral sex (female receiving), friends with benefits, friends to lovers, public sex (kinda) I think that’s all.

note: another repost I’m sorry lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, honestly I literally have like a bunch of works that literally take place in the same soccer!svt/college!svt universe but really have nothing to do with one another except for like 3 and they’re all spicy lol. Let me know if you’d want them and also enjoy this one and lmk your thoughts hehehe :)

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“W-What?”

“Come to my practice tonight.” You rubbed the sleep from your afternoon nap out of your eyes, listening to Wonwoo’s soft voice through the receiver. “I miss you, come to my practice tonight, we can hang out after.” Wonwoo all but begged, and you can almost picture the pout that was on his face.

“Woo, I can’t I have to finish my half of the group research project.”

“Perfect, I’ll help you. You’re my partner anyway. Please love, I just want to see you it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two days Woo.” You rolled your eyes sitting up on your couch, retreating your phone from your ear, checking the time, 7:30PM it read. So much for a thirty-minute nap, you sighed.

“Precisely why you should come to my practice…hold on a sec,” Wonwoo pulled the phone away from his ear and gave the lost student instructions to where the art history section of the library was located at. “Please, it will be worth it, I promise.” He whispered, cupping his mouth over the receiver, muffling his words a little making you laugh.

“I’ll think about it, get back to work.”

“Okay see you tonight.” He said a little too excited and hung up the phone, a wide smile appearing on your face, making your stomach perform a whole gymnastics routine in the process.

The relationship you and Wonwoo had was interesting, it had started off as mindlessly flirty with one another, graduated to ghost touches and during a hot summer’s day. Where the air conditioning in the library had leaked and instead of Joshua calling everyone to tell them to stay home, he had made sure everyone showed up. Or else. His exact words.

The touches and flirting had escalated to the point that Wonwoo had dragged you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library and pinned you against the dusty bookshelves.

Since then your relationship grew more to just sleeping with one another to let off some steam. He would hold your hand underneath the reception desk at the library, mindlessly drawing patterns and phrases onto your skin. He would walk you to class when he could, sometimes with a bubble tea in his hand, other times empty handed. If you were scheduled to close on days, he had an earlier shift, he would wait and walk you home holding you close while the two of you talked about your day. And as of recently, after sex he had started to spend the night, claiming he slept better with you by his side.

In your head Wonwoo was your boyfriend just without the label. It was also a conversation the two of you needed to have, but it was also one you feared because you didn’t want it to ruin it.

You ran through the gates of the soccer field and started up the steps of the aluminum bleachers, earning weird stares from the guys and girls that decided to attend SVT’s first soccer practice of the season. You sat down, out of breath, holding your bag close to your body as you tried your best to regulating your breathing. A reminder that maybe hitting the gym every once in a while, wasn’t such a bad idea, because clearly having mind blowing sex with Wonwoo wasn’t helping with building your stamina.

“Woo your girl’s here now you can finally start playing.”

“Get your head out of your ass Jun.” Wonwoo scoffed shoving Jun lightly, earning a laugh from the other boy. Wonwoo gazed over at you a knowing smile evident on his face and waved at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes grew wide as you took in his appearance.

Wonwoo had sworn to you that he would never wear his old jersey again, especially since Seungcheol and Jeonghan had deviously cut it up after their last game last season. Yet, here he was in all his glory. The shirt stopping just above his belly button, the sliver of his toned stomach peeking through and you felt the beat of your heart start to raise. You warily waved back, before placing your cold palm against your forehead trying to cool yourself down.

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, lifting his hand up and threaded it through his dark locks. His shirt riding up, exposing himself more and you felt the air leave your lungs. It was stupid, you have been seeing him in a lot less clothing for months and in every angle. But for some reason now as he stood boring his soft eyes into yours as Jihoon shouted commands to his teammates. The sweat dripping down the sides of his face, his glasses fogged up slightly due to the humidity and a knowing smirk adorning his face, teasing you. And you felt like you were about to burst.

“Hey, Woo, stop ogling at your girlfriend and get into position.”

“I like your shirt.”

“Hmm, yeah?” A devilish snicker fell from his lips as he pushed up against the cool tile wall. You nodded dragging your nails across the sliver of teasing skin, leaving red marks behind in their wake making Wonwoo shudder. “So sexy.” He groaned lowly pressing his lips onto yours forcefully, his hands snaking around your waist down to your ass giving it a squeeze making you gasp. He pulled away from your lips and trailed them down your neck. He swiped his tongue over your sweet spot earning him a whimper from you.

“You gonna let me fuck you in the locker room showers?”

“If you ask nicely.” You breathed out playing with the elastic waist band of his shorts. Wonwoo laughed against your neck and bit down before pulling away. “Can I fuck you in the locker room showers please?” He pouted playfully, grabbing your thigh and wrapping it around his waist.

“God Woo, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer to you feeling his growing cock against your aroused pussy. “As you wish darling.” He mumbled pecking your lips repeatedly before pulling away from your body, making you whine at the loss of his body heat.

Wonwoo chuckled sinking down to his knees, your eyes hooded with pleasure, feeling the wetness between your legs grow. He left teasing kisses down your clothed thighs, his thumbs hooking underneath the waist band of your leggings dragging them along with him. “Woo my shoes.”

“I was getting there, you’re so impatient sometimes.” He mumbled sitting back on his knees tapping your calf silently telling you to raise your leg. “It’s your fault…how am I supposed to be patient when you always look so good.” You obliged watching as he slowly took of your shoe and throwing it outside of the shower stall along with your sock. He repeated the process with your other leg before attaching his lips against your clothed thigh and left gentle open-mouthed kisses up your leg.

“I guess it’s time I teach you how to be patient.” He smirked pulling down your leggings along with your panties in one go. He threw them aside, placing a kiss against your hip bone, where the small stick and poke infinity sign tattoo he had made after a long night of immoral rendezvous. “Still can’t believe you let me talk you into giving you this.” He mumbled giving it another kiss and stood up.

“I wanted a tattoo but didn’t want to experience the pain.”

“It still hurt you, I had to stop, that’s why it’s all crooked and unfinished.”

“But it’s my favorite.” You whispered, his dark lust filled eyes boring into yours as he slowly started to take off his shorts and underwear, exposing himself to you. No matter how many times the two of you slept together, the sight of his body always had your heart beating out of time. He was perfect, an Adonis carved out of marble and to your surprise he was all yours.

“Don’t take off your shirt.” You whispered reaching and grabbing a fistful of the cloth and pulling him to you. “I want you to fuck me with it on.” You eyed him, a teasing finger running down his chest. “You’re so naughty today.” He laughed grabbing your hand and moved it up to his lips kissing each of your knuckles his sensual gaze lingering on yours. You felt your breathing pick up, the heat trailing down your thighs. “Please touch me.” You whimpered pulling your hand away and taking your shirt of throwing it behind him.

“Not yet I need to shower, I’m all sweaty from practice.” He winked, his hand finding the shower handle and turning it. A gasp left your lips as you felt the cold start to coat your heated bodies. “Now behave princess.” He kissed you hard, running his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance in which you granted. His hips flirting with yours and all you wanted to do was get down on your knees and beg him to use you in any and every single way possible. He pulled away detaching the shower head sending you a wink before putting it against your clit. The harsh water jets sending a sweet wave of pleasure up your spine.

“You’re going to cum like this and then I’ll fuck you.” He mumbled, before sinking down on to his knees again. He kept the shower head in place and alternated in kissing your thighs. Desperate whimpers falling out of your mouth. Wonwoo hooked one of your legs on top of his shoulder and bit down on your thigh, sucking making you yelp. “Your body reacts so well to me.” He kissed up your thigh sucking another love bite next to your tattoo before pulling away, shifting the shower head slightly. The sensation sending a new wave of pleasure up your body making you moan.

“W-Wonwoo, mmm, please.”

“Please what?” He teased the sound of a smirk evident in his voice and you’ve never wanted to hit someone so badly before. “I-I need you please.” You cried out, the tip of his index finger teasing the entrance of your pussy. “Yeah…you need me baby?” He chuckled moving your arousal around coating his finger with it before pulling away and bringing it up to his mouth, moaning sinfully as he licked it clean

“Y-Yes need your fingers, or mouth anything p-please W-Woo.” You raised your hips trying to grind yourself against the water, searching for a release in every way you could. “I’ll give you what you want but you can’t touch me.” He tsked giving you a pointed look. You whined nodding your head grabbing onto the smoothness of the shower wall. He ran his hot tongue against the lips of your pussy, the sensation mixing with the coldness of the water sent shivers up your spine.

“You always taste so sweet.” He mumbled against you flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. Your mouth hanging open as your fingers itched to touch him and push him against you even further. “L-Let me touch you?” You breathed out your nails digging themselves into the skin of your stomach. He nodded against you repeatedly licking strides up your lips before attaching his mouth on your clit. By now the shower head was long forgotten as it fell from his hand, hitting the shower wall with a loud clank making you jump.

You threaded your fingers in his short hair tugging at the roots making him moan against you. He wrapped his arms around your ass pulling you closer as he lost himself eating you out like a starved man. “B-Baby I’m close.” You moaned arching your back against the wall as he lightly bit down on your clit and pulled away. He licked his lips savoring you and adjusted his round glasses earning a lighthearted laugh from you. “Don’t laugh or I won’t help you cum.” He grumbled pressing his index and middle fingers against your entrance and slowly sinking them into you immediately curling them up in search for your g-spot. A satisfied smile etching across his face as you moaned out the second he found it.

Wonwoo attached his lips onto your clit again, this time wasting no time and sucking on it roughly, his fingers moving inside you at a fast pace. The coil forming at the pit of your stomach, your hands tugging on his hair, your hips bucking against his mouth and fingers. He moaned feeling your clench around his fingers, giving him the motivation to pick of his pace, the pleasure getting too much for your body to handle and before you knew you came undone screaming out his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm, desperately licking up your release making your body twitch from the oversensitivity.

“You did so well baby.” He mumbled before pulling away, licking his lips moaning in approval as the remnants of your arousal hit his taste buds. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before pulling them out making you whine, missing the way they felt inside of you. He chuckled licking them clean before standing up.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asked giving your lips multiple pecks and then your cheeks. You laughed pushing his face away resting your tired body against the wall of the shower.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” You crossed your arms in front of you holding up the towel Wonwoo had wrapped around your body. Wonwoo hummed handing you his extra t-shirt as well as the sweatpants you had left at his place weeks ago. How he knew to bring them along with him was beyond you, but you decided to save that question for another day.

“Why do the guys call me your girl.” You emphasized standing up from the bench and started getting dressed. Wonwoo closed his locker resting his back against it drinking you in slowly, making you feel a little insecure. “Jeonghan saw you leave my apartment one day and texted the group chat to share the tea.” He rolled his eyes using quotations around the last word of his sentence before pushing himself away from the locker. “Now the guys think we’re dating.”

“But you never corrected them?” You tugged his shirt over your head gathering your semi dry clothes and folded them. “Do you want me to correct them?” He placed his hand on your cheek moving your head gently to meet his eyes.

“I-I mean yeah, we aren’t dating you made it very clear that you weren’t looking for a relationship when this started.”

“I wish I could eat my words.” He whispered running his thumb over your swollen lips. “I think I’m past just wanting to fuck you; I want more.”

You felt the air leave your lungs; your cheeks heated up and you desperately searched for a new point of focus because the intensity evident in his gaze was overwhelming. “We should go, I need to finish my half of the project.” You picked up your drying clothes and your bag and rounded the corner of the bench you had been sitting at.

“You don’t want to be more?” Wonwoo caught up with you grabbing your free hand to stop you from walking and held it close to his chest. “I do, I’m just scared you’ll end up regretting it if we ever do try to be more.” You confessed trailing your eyes down his body and stopping at your interlocked hands.

“I won’t, you make me feel so good an—”

“Exactly, I make you feel good. All you’ve ever known is how it feels like to be with me naked. You don’t know what it’s like to actually be with me.” You pulled your hand away. A frustrated sigh spiraling out of his lungs as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Your worst habit is jumping to conclusions.” He mumbled lowly tugging at the roots of his hair. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it felt when you would do it to him, but that was something he would ever confess out loud. “I want to be with you in every way possible, I know what I said before and if I would take back my words I would because that was before I found myself falling for you.” Wonwoo closed the gap between the two of you holding you tightly. His confession had your mind running nonstop, the weight of his words making their way into your heart and finding a home. You hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest. “Is that a yes?” Wonwoo asked confusion laced in his voice as he hugged you back running his hands down your back soothingly. You hummed nodding your head taking a whiff of his lavender body wash and somehow it felt like home.

“You can’t just say things like that so casually.” You groaned raising your head from his chest placing a kiss on his chin. “Give me a warning next time.”

“Would you have preferred reading the essay I wrote about it instead.”

“Wonwoo stop fucking around you didn’t do that.” You scoffed pushing away from him and started down the hallway to entrance of the locker room. “Yes, I did it’s fifteen pages long, I even used citations.” He yelled following you a few steps behind, the teasing tone in his voice made you doubt his word. But he did once write a whole essay on how Soonyoung was the worst co-captain in the history of co-captains because he had beat him in Mario Kart.

“You have two options I can read it for you tonight after you’re done with your half of the project or I can read it for you on your wedding day.” You choked on your saliva making him laugh. He patted your back gently before pushing open the door to the locker room.

“What the fuck Woo, our weddi—”

“Finally, we’ve been waiting out here for hours. I’m starving.” Hoshi exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air before starting down hallway. “I told you guys to leave.” Wonwoo sighed rolling his eyes and extended his hand for you to take.

“Half of us did once they heard you guys fucking.” Vernon shrugged shoving his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks started to heat up, you prayed to every god out there to do you a solid and open the ground up and have it swallow you whole. “And you guys didn’t?”

“Nah, you’re paying for dinner remember, plus we made a bet while we waited.” Vernon took two long strides over and placed his hand on top of Wonwoo’s shoulder. “I never expected you to have a daddy kink and now I lost fifty bucks to Jeonghan and Dino each, that’s a hundred in total.” He shook his head and walked away running to catch up with Hoshi.

“I don’t have a dad—”

“You know bathrooms have echoes right?” Dino pushed himself way from the wall and started walking away. “We heard the two of you loud and clear, so you can’t deny it, Jeonghan even took a voice note just in case you wanted to deny it.”

“Baby you’re going to have to visit me in jail cause I’m about to commit homicide.” Wonwoo placed a chaste kiss against your head and let go of your hand and charged over to Dino. He turned around laughing before running down the hallway leaving you behind with a smirking Jeonghan.

“Honestly, I just hope you guys disinfected the stall the two of you used.”

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing

↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄

♡ words. 4k

+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling

imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking.

...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him.

meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things.

he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other.

it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.

what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch.

i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but

you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there

“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”

finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...

....and hits his pinky toe on the bed

oh the pain

great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover

lots of head pats

at least twenty of them

so many head pats

more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess

you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime

and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat

anyway

baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it

adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone

endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop

so far so good sir pinky toe

but he just goes on and on

you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it

it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show

to be fair he’s not the only one

you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed

baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first

but tragically

he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud

now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down

but nope it went elsewhere did it

you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that

looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself

taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.

baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already

may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night

... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection

animal cruelty

moving on

you figure that a change of location might be a good idea

baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip

he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it

now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it

next up is rope

what could possibly go wrong

he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today

and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over

but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms

looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s

what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball

chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all

wait that rhymed

anyhow

even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece

ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready

baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.

sorry comrade

the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you

and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man

baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated

maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on

if that doesn’t give you away

the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it

how the fuck did that happen

how do you even manage to do that

eager are we

after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess

so whipping and bondage are off the programme

this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment

and they’re literally called s and m

...humiliation is next

when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off

and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right

life is an illusion

you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up.

carrying on the joke, you correct him every time.

“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”

it ends up as you doing what you always do

teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.

because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!”

which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected

he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not

guess what’s gonna ensue

wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here.

and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth.

kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged

something ain’t right

if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise.

the fuck

your poor guts my god

what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device

to which your pussy agrees in unison

how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore

there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal

or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go

probably sleeping for three days straight

alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat

that’s another point off the list

the more you know

carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing

comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries

you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause

baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography

and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once

where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened

if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way

safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking

leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something

and being orderly to xiumin

another rug could have been knitted my friends

moving on dot org

so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.

that one should work out right?

proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan).

reality: his hand gets tangled up completely.

while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself.

in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note?

mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one

that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme

every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ

lord have mercy

you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours

cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days

like, no mercy bitch

you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants

sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you

baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye

and you keep your eyes closed

but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.

same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.

and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now

this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic

baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial

he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”

needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you

like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery

and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever

is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol

actually

there’s something that does work out for once

because no rule without exceptions indeed

because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple

baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going.

cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors.

...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist

even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff

it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again

this poor man just can’t win

and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do

baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.

your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all.

you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact.

unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say

pretty eye-opening moment for him

in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.

at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?”

baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.

how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?

it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.

in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills

baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart

you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you.

when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier.

the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well.

baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.

you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it.

when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.

you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something.

result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on.

daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.

um. so there’s that. the more you know.

baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.

who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out.

... you both safeword at the same time.

that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then.

you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.

like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you.

the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them.

he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.

baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.

or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.

ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display.

cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know.

anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking.

... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.

...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.

gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.

at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”

needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.

for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising.

mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist.

it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right.

baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.

cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.

and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.

if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay).

except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.

or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.

in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously.

whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically.

baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town.

you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.

if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day.

at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.

if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually.

exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway.

no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend

and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.

you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.

baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.

and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.

hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle

your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future.

you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it.

or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).

long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.

more subby stuff: m.list + ao3

↳⎡FINAL NOTE⎦i love writing crack lmao i hope you were rolling on the floor like i did 😂 write me your favorite part in the comments so we can laugh again and buy me a ko-fi if you wanna 👍

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awsugawara · 4 years

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bnha hcs with an artsy s/o [1/?]

i’m going to make this a mini series, so expect to see this AND haikyuu characters too :) i will also do the k-pop hcs too, so look forward to that !

note: your quirk will be the same all around, if implied you have one!

Quirk: AMBIENT ILLUSION - with a single touch of your hand or glance, you are able to make your opponent think that they’ve been taken to another “realm,” but in actuality their body movements mimic those in the illusion; it’s a quirk that can be used for good or for bad; your creativity isn’t limited, but the side effects are headaches, nausea, and sometimes insanity for a short period of time until your stamina runs out or unless someone knocks you out

Hero Name: Chiaroscuro or Chiasu [for short]- referring to the major contrast of light and dark in an image; in italian it is said to literally mean light-dark

enjoy :)

---

s. aizawa

> teacher x teacher scenario tyvm

> you were a popular teacher at U.A., teaching in some of the general studies classes as an art teacher

> students in class 1-C, D, and E would flaunt how cute/hot and talented their pro hero of an art teacher was

> midnight was gossiping about you with present mic and aizawa overheard

> he knows you have your own agency, so how you double that plus being a teacher was beyond him

> “oh midnight! i was actually looking for you :)”

> aizawa-seeing-a-cutie.exe has stopped working.

> for someone who is low energy and stoic for the most part, this was new

> got more acquainted with the other teachers, but you were really close with aizawa

> funny thing is,,,you and aizawa met up a lot after school and you eventually started dating

> the other pro heroes at the school only found out is when midnight had walked in on them kissing

> the students found out about the relationship when aizawa walked you to your next lecture class as he left class 1-A with present mic

> aizawa glared at them and as soon as he left, your students pelted you with questions, until the teacher told them to quiet down

--- k. takami

> keigo is like a SIMP for you

> he practically with go out of his way just to buy you new art stuff

> “babe...i don’t need anymore sketchbook paper...i have an office at the school and they supply my paper-”

> “you can never have enough, my dove”

> you work at U.A. as an art teacher and met keigo when you were walking home from the school

> you had a run in with a villain, who was on a mission to kidnap you and he swooped in to save you

> your art was scattered all over and some destroyed and keigo caught a glimpse of them and noticed your U.A. badge

> “you’re a teach at U.A.?”

> keigo walks you home, if you chose to stay late to work on your art

> when you first started dating, he was wondering why you would stay so late, and you had to explain your quirk to him

> he wants to be your #1 source of ideas, but he gives you space when you’re truly at an artist roadblock

> when he took you flying for the first time, he vowed to take you every now and then because seeing how your eyes lit up at the city below made it worth while

--- t. shigaraki

> shiggy treats you like glass

> i see him as someone that really admires you and your quirk, let alone your ability to be able to create such fine pieces of art

> you were a lone wolf, who met dabi, who introduced you to the league

> when shigs laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was SMITTEN

> childishly rants to kurogiri when you and dabi are out patrolling

> “why do they always have to go with that burnt piece of shit”

> #getrekteddabi

> shiggy sucks at socializing and it doesn’t help that you always have a resting bitch face™

> you’re actually a softie and a sweetheart at heart, but you notice shiggs advances and are quite confused

> “uhm...hello, tomura-senpai,,,is there something i can help you with?”

> rip shiggy from the CUTENESS

> one day when you didn’t show up at the base and dabi did, shigaraki and kurogiri gave him a look

> “oh, if you’re looking for Chiasu, they’re at home sleeping...idiot stayed up painting again.”

> shiggy left after demanding dabi to reveal their location

> when he got there, he rang the doorbell and questioning why he came because this really isn’t something he does

> “hmm? tomura-senpai? what are you doing here?” **rubs sleep out of your eyes**

> he felt his heart leap

> “i came to see my s/o after being told that they stayed up working. now, are you going to let me in or am i going to have to force myself inside your house?”

--- dabi

> you were at witz end with your life as a pro hero

> you weren’t depressed or anything,,,just bored,,,no ideas or fighting spirit

>one day, you had happened to run into dabi committing one of his oversized fires

> he tried reading you, but all he got was just your stoic, almost sad, expression

> you hadn’t moved and he was walking toward you, stopping and moving his face down to your level

> “well, well what do we have here?”

> you hadn’t remembered much from that day, but you hadn’t run into dabi and the only time you really left your house was to get more art supplies and food

> when you were trekking home on the same path, dabi stepped from the shadows in front of you

> you just gave him a blank look and tried to side step him, but obv he didn’t let you

> what happened next was probably the most shocking,,,he embraced you

> you didn’t know what to do other than cry...for losing your fighting spirit

> after that day, dabi would check up on you frequently and eventually he convinced you to stay with him, so he can stay with you

> it took about 2 months to get you to smile and boy was that worth it

> you were grateful of dabi for sparking [pun not intended] your creativity

> “if you’re so grateful, why don’t be mine?”

--- h. toga

> innocent is how toga would describe you

> her attraction to you was much more different than the times where she’d feel the need to cut someone up

> she wanted you in one piece, unharmed

> so she dragged you to be apart of the league of villains with her

> shigaraki was skeptical letting in a quirkless civilian into the league, but he found your ability to design and draw potentially useful

> dabi likes to mess with you to rile up himi

> “you lay another burnt hand on my s/o, i WILL cut you”

> himi doesn’t like the fact you’re close with some of the LOV members, so she whisks you away to her room or somewhere that’s not the base

> if you go to school and you’re adamant in finishing, himi will kinda leave out the villainous aspects of her life so you can finish

> if you go to school and you really don’t care for it, she’ll try to convince you to become a full fledged member of the LOV rather than an associate

> the mission with the yakuza was probably super nerve-wrecking for you after you saw it on the news

> you were greeted with a toga at your door that evening and you just glomped her and expressed how concerned you were, knowing what her role in the mission was

> himi met you online and then began kinda figuring out when you went to your fav cafe and art store and what you like to buy and the such

> attentive, but psycho was how you described her at first, but just accepted that aspect of her

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k. chisaki

> for someone who looks like a plague daddy- doctor none of the members of the yakuza would have imagined him dating a cutie with a QUIRK

> for starters, you kinda once over the media on the yakuza, more so concerned with your art

> so when you accidentally ran into kai one evening, you kinda just shrugged it off and continued to walk home

> he was so confused like didn’t you know who he was?????????

> nonetheless, he saw you again, while you were making your way home from the convenience store with your [fav. drink + snacks]

> “oh hey! i remember you!” **insert tense kai** “you’re that guy from the other day! how are you?” **cue confused kai**

> you didn’t really have much of a reaction when you FINALLY put two and two together on

> “you’re a part of that villainous yakuza, right?” **insert tense kai** “it’s okay i won’t tell, i like you too much to turn you in :)” **cue confused kai**

> he wasn’t sure whether to be more concerned about the fact you’re letting him, a villainous yakuza go, or the fact he is starting to develop feelings for you

> regardless, kai had “kidnapped” you more like you willingly agreed to stay with him, hidden away somewhere, where you were safer

> he allowed you to continue your artistry, but he made sure to stay away at least from that aspect of your life

> he wanted you to feel like you had those forms of freedom with the line of work that he was involved in because he loves you very much

> BONUS: you held a grudge on kai for keeping eri hidden away from you and for what he did to her and got a couple of hits on his ass, but you stayed with her and aizawa after kai was arrested

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sorry some of these are short or kinda are,,,,idk bad? ^^;

#bnha headcannons #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #shigaraki x reader #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #himiko toga x reader #dabi x reader #keigo takami x reader

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fact-fictionx · 3 years

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Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Benedict have been married for a week and the Bridgerton just can’t get enough, even resorting to using you as a canvas.

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1,445

Warnings: smut, kinda... yeah

Enjoy x

Benedict Bridgerton was the perfect husband. He was kind, caring and not at all demanding. Every time you looked at him there was a passion that sat in the pit of your stomach, a flame desire for him that never died. And you were absolutely certain that it was the same for him. The man had stamina.

Peaking over the top of your book, you looked at your husband as he sketched, his face intense and completely focused on the parchment in front of him.

You had decided to spend the majority of your honeymoon at his London lodgings, opting to take the taxful journey to My Cottage when it ended. You were frightened at first, the Bridgerton family notable for not quite understanding privacy, but they so far had kept to their word, leaving only letters with the footmen instead of barging in and finding you and Benedict during a rather intimate moment.

Standing from your seat in Benedict’s dark library, you placed your book down and walked over to him. With a deep sigh of content you ran you hand down his back softly.

“Oh my.” You gasped as you looked at what Benedict was sketching, the brunette turned his head to you and looked at you with a mischievous grin, “Benedict!” You practically scolded him with a swat of his arm. He was drawing you. But it wasn’t proper. You were naked. Your breasts on show and your bottom half covered by a linen sheet. A blush rose up your cheeks, the crimson rash settling and your heart pounding against your chest. “It is only for my private collection, my love,” Benedict’s response was to shut the book, turn in his seat and wrap his hand around your waist, his charcoal fingers running over the light fabric of your morning dress.

“Get your filthy hands off my dress, you’ll ruin it!” You tried swatting him away to no avail, his grip tightened and he pulled you closer as he stood, his tall frame now towering over you.

“Not to worry, I’ll buy you a new one.” He grinned into your lips, his fingers reaching up and rubbing against your jaw line, leaving a trail of black residue. Leaning from the embrace you cocked an eyebrow up at your husband, his crooked smirk sending shivers through your body. “Mr Bridgerton, I do believe the charcoal is meant to go on the paper and not my skin,” you quirked, your eyes rolling slightly at his awfully charming grin that did nothing but send your stomach into a knot of giddiness.

“Are you sure, Mrs Bridgerton?” Benedict raised an eyebrow, reaching back to the table and grabbing the charcoal. Even if you could find one, you did not have the time to muster a response, your mind lacking any ability to form a sentence, you just watched him, your mouth slightly agape as he ran the tip over your collarbone, the rough texture sending a shiver through your body. “Perhaps...” Benedict grabbed roughly at the bodice of your dress, pulling it down to expose the top of your breasts, “It should maybe go here?” he smirked, running the charcoal over your skin, your chest rising heavily in reaction to his touches. You couldn’t speak, your eyes entangled with his, watching him as he stared deep into your soul, before his eyes darted around to the next spot he would mark. “Maybe...” he mewed, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you to sit on the table, a gasp escaping your lips, the first noise you had made in a while. You were completely in Benedict’s trance.

“Maybe...” he repeated, pushing your chest back slightly and lifting your leg so your heel rested on the edge of the table, “Here?” he cocked his eyebrow up at you as he slid your skirts over your legs, exposing your stockings. His lips trailed over the fabric before reaching the soft skin of your inner thigh, pressing a delicate kiss on your skin. Benedict pulled back and marked it with the piece of charcoal. His lips darted to your other thigh, this time his teeth nibbling on the delicate skin, eliciting a moan from your mouth. Anticipation ran through your body, and you could feel the desire burn in the pit of your stomach, yearning to ignited into a blazing flame.

Lifting his head, Benedict reached over and captured his lips with yours. The kiss forceful and filled with the same passion you shared on your first night as a married couple. Trailing kisses down the side of your jaw that didn’t have a line of charcoal on, Benedict reached your earlobe, nibbling it causing your body to arch against him and a moan escape your lips. With a gentle chuckle, Benedict pulled back, running the nip of charcoal he still held between his fingers over the skin behind your ear.

You wanted to protest, to snatch the charcoal from his hands and throw it across the room, but you realised that Benedict was marking spots on your body where you loved to be touched; the idea of being used as his own personal canvas fed the flames of desire inside you.

Benedict pulled from you and stood up straight, his voice began to bellow calling for a butler. After a few moments, a footman walked in, bowed shortly to Benedict and looked quite embarrassed to see the two. “Can you please ask one of the maids to draw Mrs Bridgerton a bath, she seems to have made a complete mess whilst attempting the arts,” Benedict finished his sentence with a sly grin towards you. The footman nodded and scurried away with haste.

“You are an utter fool, Benedict Bridgerton.” You shook your head at him with a content smile. Benedict didn’t respond, he merely took your hand in his and began pressing kisses into your palm, down your wrist and up your arm until he met the short sleeves of your morning dress.

His lips slid from your arm and brushed over your own, his featherlight touch sending shivers down your body. Instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself into him, your lips crashing onto his as his hands latched onto your waist. There was a faint sound of the charcoal hitting the wooden floor.

Benedict pushed your body back, a smirk on his face as you rested agains the table. He watched you, your eyes filled with desire as your body tensed in anticipation. Running his hands under your skirts he pushed them to gather at your waist, exposing you to him.

Slowly he placed delicate kisses along your thigh, inching further into your womanhood before latching onto your sensitive nub. Benedict chuckled as you writhed underneath him, your heels digging into his back and your hands lost in his hair.

Rolling your head back a moan escaped your lips, Benedict’s lips and tongue running against you perfectly, fuelling the flames inside of you that itched to break free. Your body on the precipice of pure ecstasy.

“Ben,” you whispered, barely even able to say his own name as you heaved to find a breath. Your hands scrunched around his thick locks of hair, and your heels dug in further to his back, and your body finally got its release. Your hips bucked further to him as you arched your back, your body jerking as moans and screams escaped your lips. Benedict slowed, his tongue still circling over you lazily, sudden jolts still working their way out of your body as you recovered.

You were certain you heard him let out a satisfied chuckle as his lips dragged onto your thighs, pressing warm kisses on your skin as your body began to calm, your fingers releasing from his hair and your legs falling ungracefully from Benedict’s back.

Benedict helped you sit up, your legs still hanging off the edge of the table as his lips crashed onto yours in a searing kiss. “Would you like that bath now, Mrs Bridgerton?” he whispered into your lips, his mouth shaping into a sly grin before pressing another chaste kiss on your lips. “I think I might, Mr Bridgerton,” you responded with a giddy smile. You still couldn’t get over when he called you Mrs Bridgerton, you were his, and he was yours.

With a quick movement, Benedict swept you into his arms, carrying you through the room and glad that the footman was foolish enough to leave the door open slightly. You giggled in his hold as he took you up to your chambers, quite certain that you wouldn’t be left alone to bathe.

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton fanfiction #Bridgerton #bridgerton ff #benedict x reader

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quirkyhero · 3 years

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My OchaCow headcanons

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BACKSTORY AND BACKGROUND:

Cow Ochaku: is a wild thang who is a strong heifer as well as adventurous. She was born and raised in an abusive habitat only ment to breed strong bulls for fighting rings. She's been through some shit, and learned to not take some shit because of it.

Cow Ochaku: this gal was raised and taught that she would breed with bulls when she was old enough to mate, she would be forced to submit to bulls for as long as she could and as long as they would need. She remembered being forced to "watch and learn" of what would be happening when she be came old enough to do the same thing. And them, doing things to her in order for her to get the "hands on process".

Cow Ochaku: by the age of 15 she had thankfully managed to escape thanks to her parents and the instructions they left her. Though sadly she was too weak and had no time to save any others. On her own she ran as far as she could, hiding in the city in always with a black hoodie and sweat pants she stolen from a box.

Cow Ochaku: thankfully enough she was found by a kind human who was kind enough to offer her home and shelter. Seeing as she was starving and cold and fucking exhausted, she took the humans offer, still suspicious of this person not sure weather to trust them or not.

Cow Ochaku: this was of course six years ago, and she had come to love her home with trees and forest surrounding the place. There was two male hybrids that lived beside her, their names are Monama, who's a bull and Kouda who'san ox. Monama, while a bit rude at first and Kouda who was pretty shy and skittish around her. Came to be protective of her over the years, now their all pretty close and good friends.

Cow Ochaku: after a long time of healing and bonding, she came to open up with her human farmers and two male friends. She even worked out and lifted logs and other such heavy things, which in turn gained her muscle. She also became quite the fan of martial arts due to the movies they'd watch together, learning new techniques along with the old farmer and their grandkid that was the same age as she.

Cow Ochaku: she had also come in contact with the internet. . .you can see where this is going. As she grew into a strong young lady, she came to also be comfortable with sex. . . That is to say with bottom boys. She absolutely loved her Monama and Kouda who she helped out with their ruts and explored new things (kinks) and the such together.

Cow Ochaku: threw a family doctor, who is a friend of the farmer had come to the conclusion that she may be infertile, and there was only a low chance of her having her own calf. This to her and the others was heartbreaking news, but nonetheless she still clung to hope that she would have her own calf one day. She was just relieved that the others didn't think less of her like the heifers back at the bad place would have done.

HOW SHE IS WHEN SHE GETS TO THE NEW FARM + WITH THE BULLS , HEIFERS , STAFF AND EVEN CALFS!?:

Cow Ochaku: was excited yet nervous to go on a trip to the new farm she, the bull and ox will be staying at for a year for her farmer friend that's going to be there for a study work trip.

Cow Ochaku: on one hand, she could finally make that bull harem she wanted. But on the other hand there would be thousands of new faces and in an environment thats a little similar to the bad place. In a sense that's there's quite alot of her kind there. But with the reasurement of the old farmer, the two boys and her calmed a bit.

Cow Ochaku: once on the farm and out of the moving vehicle. Ocha(Ochako), Mono(Monama) and Ko(Kouda) all went to explore once everything was signed in and registered. Only for Mono and Ocha to get whistled at and cat called by the bulls. Mono wasn't exactly the standard looking bull with him being smaller and more feminine looking with smaller horns, he was mistaken for a heifer quite alot. So them both being cat called was not a surprise.

Cow Ochaku: Kouda on the other hand, was being ogled at by the heifers that was curious about the newcomers. Kouda is pretty big, after all he is an ox, he's actually almost the same height as Kirishima, and poor baby was sticking very close behind his heifer and bull friend, not really liking the attention.

Cow Ochaku: meanwhile Ocha paid no mind to the ogling and cat calls, she was looking at the bulls that came to look at her and her friend. Debating and thinking of who she would start her "Bull Harem" plan on first.

Cow Ochaku: along they're walk they bump into a charming cowboy named Midoriya Izuku and a handsome bull named Kirishima, both kind and cute and sexy in they're own rights. . . Ocha came to terms with the idea of adding the cowboy to her bull harem plan, and let her mind run a little thinking of ways to ruin him for only a moment as to not be rude.

Cow Ochaku: after that meeting she came to see at one point, cute Little CALFS!!! OH MY GOODNESS! Ocha decided that this farm was fucking amazing. After all, it came with plenty of bulls and cute farmers for her Bull Harem plan. The staff were pretty great and there are even cute little Calfs here to watch and play with if she's aloud.

SOME EXTRA DETAILS ON COW OCHAKO:

Cow Ochaku: is a lover and fighter, this as I said came for her difficult past and trauma as well as her new beginning on her home land where she met her boys and humans. So she can be pretty intense, as well as straight forward.

Sometimes she scares the bulls with her strength and stamina, alot of them can't keep up with her during her exploration in the hay. The ones who can keep up with her are kiri and Bakugou, but even they sometimes fall victim to her brutal pace which earns her some heavy respect in their books.

Cow Ochaku: she absolutely adores sparring. At first the bulls wouldn't train with her because, "she's a heifer, she'll just get hurt" which seriously pissed her off. That is until a Bull who was messing with one of the heifers took things too far for her liking got take down by her just grabbing his horn with one hand and slamming the big bull down with just sweeping his leg out from under him and Basically making him face plant down onto the ground.

She Basically forced oversized "calf" to apologize to the heifer, and better not do that shit again. Bakugou who Basically went from not impressed and only intrigued to Having mad respect for her and now wants this woman in his harem, though he ain't the only one.

Cow Ochaku: poor baby still at times has nightmares about the bad place and will sneak into the living quarters of either of her boys or into her human friends room, or just brings all three of them to her own living quarters to cuddle and sleep together. If anything this is something her and Bakugou bond over, since he was a rescue bull from a pretty harsh place and she ran away from a bad place.

One night he just caught her awake early in the morning breathing in the cold air, with a melancholy look upon her usually smiling face. While it's a sad thing to bond about they do bond over it, and it brings them closer.

Cow Ochaku: she's love mochi treats, the kind that the old farmer made specially for hybrids. If you found a way to make them she will be your godamn best friend! Speaking of friends while she can make easy friends with any gendered human, she's not really good with other heifers for some reason. She just. . .feels nervous and a bit off around them

It could be because she has no idea on how to add the heifers in her bull harem plan, as well as the fact that she's not really. . . On the same wavelength of thinking as them at times??? Basically she wants to dominate the bulls while they want to be fucked submissive by them.

She wants to trust Said bull before EVER fucking them, while all it takes is the bull to show off how strong he is to get them wet and ready. She doesn't care for being treated frail and being taken care of while she can take care of her self. She would adore being taken care of twenty for seven by their strong bull. . .she just doesn't get them. . .at all really nonetheless she tries. . . She really tries.

Cow Ochaku: loves giving advice to the bulls about sex techniques and telling them about human sex toys. If she's close to a bull, she teach them some human tricks that she learned while surfing, "the web." She'll also be a babysitter for the heifers and bulls that want alone time at a specific moment so they can get they're grove on if you know what I mean?

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I did my own version of an Ochako Cow! I'm pretty proud of my drawings as well as how I made her! I based her on @miggiisdumb 's Bull/Cow AU cause I'm heavily obsessed with the godamn AU and her writing, please go check out her stuff as well as art cause it's fantastic.

I'm also gonna tag @headkandies in here cause they make pretty good headcanons as well as being a fellow lover of this AU!

But anyways that's all folks be safe and have a Heroic Day! Since it's not safe out there please take a mochi loving Ochacow on your way. 🥰

#Cow Uraraka #bnha headcanons #my things #uraraka headcanons #bnha #mha

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lil-smutier · 2 years

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<< Chapter 1 : A Chance >>

You sighed, doodling a sketch of the match in front of you. It’s not that you didn’t like volleyball, you just weren’t much of a sports person in general, making it a neutral sport to you. But then why were you here? Watching another of MSBY’s matches with your art book in hand instead of cheering or shouting for your favourite team? You look over to your left at Hitoka-chan. She was as close to your best friend as you could possibly imagine right now, after meeting through college you both connected pretty well.

The only difference being that she’s way more interested in volleyball than you are, considering she was a manager before this, and was able to experience the adrenaline of the matches, so you couldn’t blame her. You were surprised though, that she was (and still is) friends with some of the players down on the orange court. “Hey? You alright?” She asked with concern, waving a hand in front of your face when she noticed you’d been staring at her for quite awhile now.

“Huh? Ah- yeah I’m fine, don't worry!” You nodded, waving your forearms dismissively as she laughed lightheartedly, taking a moment to glance over the doodles you had created throughout the first half of the match. “Oh! These are all so cute Hashi-san!” She smiled, pointing and tracing a few of them with her finger, making you chuckle. “Thanks Hitoka-chan! I believe you could do better though hehe.” Flushing, she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “No way! You’re definitely the better artist of us both.”

A scoff left your lips as you shook your head in disbelief, that disbelieving grin turning into something of concerned horror when you looked back at her, eyes shining with mischief and a sly upturn on her lips. “Hitoka-chan?” You pried cautiously, sensing you had done something that would result in your immediate embarrassment soon. Very soon . She remained silent for a few moments, her smile only getting more and more unnerving.

“You sure have a favourite Jackal don’t you, Hashi-san?”

Oh. Oh no.

“YACHI DON’T-“ you pleaded loudly, thankful that your sudden cry for help was drowned out by the cheers of the match picking up again. Your best friend didn’t respond to that, but the small, satisfied smile that remained told you that you weren’t going to live it down anytime soon.

You frowned, not upset, but a little flustered that she had to find out about your little crush this way. Staring down at your page you scribbled more doodles until the match came to an end, the Jackals taking the winning set.

You accepted defeat when Yachi demanded to look through your art book, letting her flip through the many, many pages of random doodles and the Jackals - especially number 15. There was page after page of him, be it a simple doodle or a full out portrait. She squealed at them, not bothering to comment on your visible distress as you both left the stands to head out. “Yachi-san!!” You heard a voice call out from behind you both, rapid footfall coming right after. Yanking back your sketchbook, you snap it close as you and Yachi turn to face the speaker.

A head of orange met your vision as the boy ran up to hug your friend. “Hinata-kun! How’re you?” She asked cheerfully, beaming while Hinata bounced in his place, you stared in awe at his stamina- you could never! “I’m great Yachi-san! Did you see the winning set ‘Tsumu did for me??” The excitement vibrating from him was enough to put even you in a much better mood than you were before, almost completely forgetting about your predicament with Hitoka-chan a little while earlier.

You watched quietly as the two of them celebrated and laughed, catching up on whatever little they could before Hinata turned to you. “Oh! Is this your friend that you’ve been telling us about Yachi-san?? Is she?” Hitoka-chan had been talking about you?? Oh dear , you sighed mentally, Hitoka-chan talking about you to Hinata Shoyo of all people could only mean the worst as of now. “Yeah! This is Dark Hashi, but I call her Hashi-san.” Yachi smiled comfortingly, watching how you shied away from Hinata’s energy.

The boy let out a small ‘oh!’ before introducing himself properly, laughing as you desperately tried not to stumble over your own introductions. “It’s okay Hashi-san!” Shoyo - he said you could address him by his first name if it made you more comfortable - reassured, “I’ve seen shyer people back when I was in Karasuno.” He laughed, patting Yachi’s back. “ Especially your best friend here-“ “Hinata-kun!!” Yachi groaned, clearly reminiscing the disastrous memories back when she was a new manager to the team.

You three spoke for a while longer before Shoyo had to run off to a team meeting with the rest, but he promised to pass his regards to the others on yours and Yachi’s behalf. When he left, Yachi turned to look at you again.

“You should’ve shown him your sketchbook!” She suggested.

You flat out denied her, “What?? No way!”

She pouted, but didn’t push anymore in case she actually upset you. The two of you dropped the topic for now, picking up on other topics as you guys continued on with your days.

The next time Yachi brought it up was when she was looking at the fan account you had made to post your drawings of the Jackals. It was made for its intended purpose, which was just to be a fan account, but ever since Yachi had introduced you and Shoyo, he, too, began following your account; you had never been more horrified. “Hitoka-chan!! Are you sure that this is actually Shoyo’s account??” you asked her for the nth time. Sighing, she confirmed again that ‘Yes. That was Hinata Shoyo’s actual account.’ Her face saddened at your shriek. Sure, it was her fault for ‘accidentally’ letting slip to Hinata that you had a fan account dedicated to them, but she didn’t know he would end up following the account.

You bury your face in your hands, fighting back another shriek as it threatens to bubble out of your throat. Yachi apologised profusely for letting your secret slip, saying that you should probably just leave it and hope Hinata doesn’t bring it up if you all meet again. You weren’t really sure how you were just supposed to forget that happened, but there isn't really much else you could do other than hope. It wasn’t all bad though; Shoyo almost always upvoted your drawings, occasionally, he even commented on them; giving you praise on how vibrant the colours were and how they seemed to match their real life equivalent. You smiled at the interactions, it was amazing to have his input, even if it wasn’t often.

Eventually, another MSBY match came up, and Yachi had invited you to stay for their after-party as a plus-one. You were incredibly nervous, palms getting sweaty as you packed your sketchbook and pencil case along with other necessities you may need to get you through the night like, your charger, and a pair of earphones. You both arrived at the entrance around the same time, with Shoyo waiting so he could guide you two into the main hall, where everyone was busy chattering away amongst their teammates and friends alike. “Wow! You guys look great!” He compliments as you both take turns pretending to flaunt your outfits a little, Yachi fussing with the bottom hemmings of her blue pencil skirt dress, and you tugging your black cardigan over your white off-shoulder sundress.

It isn’t like Shoyo wasn’t dressed to impress either; his black suit was neatly ironed, a warm reddish orange tie tucked in between it and a white dress shirt within. It matched him well, his usual orange puff of hair combed back neatly into a tiny ponytail just behind the top of his head. You smiled slightly, he looked really cute, it reminded you of how autumn would be if it was represented by a person. Warm and welcoming.

The three of you headed inside, Shoyo weaving you two through the sea of people who were all taller and bigger than you. Honestly, it made you a bit antsy, being around so many people who you barely know the names of, but Hitoka-chan would’ve been sad if you denied her invitation without any good reason - and you had a nagging feeling Shoyo would’ve been too - so you decided to tag along. Before you know it, you’re face to face with something you could’ve only dreamt about : sitting right in front of you are the seven players of the MSBY Black Jackals… wait, seven? You look around the table, promptly ignoring the curious pairs of eyes of the team scanning and analysing you. It didn’t take you long to realise who was missing.

Your idol : Sakusa Kiyoomi. Although you were curious as to his whereabouts, it would’ve been rude (and too obvious) if you didn’t greet and chat with the rest of the team before asking about him, so you refrained from asking about him just yet, opting to spend your evening getting to know everyone else first. You took a seat between Shoyo and Yachi, letting the team introduce themselves to you, starting with Inunaki, Barnes, Tomas, Meian, Bokuto and Atsumu. A wide grin made its way onto your face as you told them more about you, and how you met Yachi. You felt much more relaxed now, everyone was so welcoming and lively, paying attention to what you had to say and vice versa.

Time flew by as you all continued chatting, with Atsumu showing off his freshly dyed hair and Meian jokingly complaining over how tough it was to take care of such a rowdy team as the captain. You laughed at this, admiring how each of the members had their own thing that kept them at the top, be it Bokuto’s beam, Atsumu’s game smarts, Hinata’s adaptability or Sakusa’s — wait, where’s Sakusa-san? He was still yet to arrive as it seemed, and you were beginning to wonder if he’d even show up. A pang of disappointment hit your heart when you thought about him missing the event completely.

Bokuto noticed your change in mood almost immediately, stopping his own conversation in favour of asking you if you were feeling okay. You nodded meekly, suddenly uneasy about questioning the spiker’s whereabouts when all eyes fell on you at Bokuto's sudden change in topic. Oh well, why not. You shrugged mentally, opening your mouth once, twice, then asking your question : “Where’s Sakusa-san? Did he not come?” You heard Yachi stifle a giggle quietly next to you, elbowing her lightly as you turned your attention back to the team in front of you, waiting awkwardly for a response.

“Ohhh, Omi-Omi doesn’t like crowds, didn’t cha’ know that?” Atsumu grins, the intentions behind his smile anything but subtle. You shrugged, not exactly sure whether that fact was a rumour or truth until this point, you took another sip of the drink a waiter had brought you as they walked about serving the other guests. “I’ve heard the news, just wasn’t sure if it was true or not.” “Well it’s true!” The blonde’s grin only grew, now borderline wolfish as he continued to observe your reactions with great amusement, “Ya should go look for him Hashi-chan, he’s in the private room.” He winked, laughing heartily as your face flamed.

“Oi Tsum-Tsum! Don’t scare the pretty lady,” Bokuto interrupted when he sensed you were getting panicky, “besides…you know how Omi can get.” How he can get? You wondered what exactly he meant by that… weighing your options you remained silent. On one hand, you could head back to wherever the private rooms were to spend time with your favourite person in the current time, but on the other hand, if you make a bad first impression, it would probably be the end of you even before you got to know him formally.

The captain - Meian as he told you to address him - stood from his seat on the long couch, clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention before turning to address the situation that had your mind running spirals. “I should go get him, it’s my duty as the Captain to make sure all of you are on your best behaviour.” It’s now or never , you decided, finally coming to the conclusion that you probably wouldn’t have another shot if you didn’t take the one being thrown to you right now on a silver platter. “Uh— I could go along with you? I don’t know the place very well to make it on my own…”

Smart. Real smart excuse.

Surprisingly, it worked. Your head snapping to the setter, getting a little more uneasy when he lets a snort escape. Meian chided him, blaming it on the alcohol that was now pleasantly buzzing through all of your veins. Brushing off the nerves, you nodded, getting up with trembling legs and straightened yourself out, patting down your ankle length dress and readjusting your sweater so it didn’t crumple and fold under your armpits and inner elbows. “Ready?” The Captain prodded gently, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing rhythmically to try and give you some sanity. Exhaling deeply, you nodded and both of you headed off to the private rooms where Sakusa-san was supposedly hiding away in.

“Hashi-san? Are you sure you’re alright? You could always head back and I’ll deal with Sakusa-san myself.”

“A-Ah! No no, it’s alright Meian-”

This is way more nerve-wracking than you assumed it would’ve been, you scold yourself internally for underestimating the situation. It was your idol for goodness sake! Of course you’d be nervous! Maybe you should ask Meian to let you back? But then that would lead to an even more awkward first impression… not to mention the lashings you’d be bound to get from Yachi for missing this chance, or all the teasing you’d get from Atsumu-kun for the same reason--

“Hashi-san!!” Meian’s firm voice shook you from your inner rambling, snapping his fingers in front of your face when he noticed your thoughts were elsewhere.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry Meian, I swear I’m alright… I’m just...” you blurted out, exhaling heavily as you desperately tried to find the words you were looking for. Thankfully, the Captain understood you completely. “Hey, it’s alright!! You’re just nervous right? I get that, Sakusa-san definitely isn't the most friendly person out there.” He chuckled sheepishly, definitely not used to discussing the weak points of his team, “...In fact, I’m pleasantly surprised you even noticed he wasn’t out there with us, let alone the fact you offered to join me in dragging him out.” You grin, a little shy that he indirectly called you out like that, but also because you realised that the fact Meian had phrased it implied that it was likely you were one of the first people to act this way towards not only Sakusa, but the rest of the team as well.

“It’s nothing Meian.” You assure him, confidence coming back slowly at your revelation. You decided to poke around a bit more before you two arrived at Sakusa’s hideaway, “What does Sakusa-san usually do in there alone, if he doesn't hang out with you and the rest?” “I’m not too sure exactly. If I’m not wrong, Wakatoshi-san often joins him for a chat, but their conversations are very brief.” Oh? So Sakusa-san and Ushijima-san are friends off the court then, you re-tell yourself, storing away the new information for another time, “Ah, here we are.” the Captain smiles, turning to face the door, pulling it open slowly after a light knock.

“Sakusa-san? You really shouldn’t coop yourself up here; it’s a dinner-party! Could you at least tolerate people enough to socialise for a bit?” Meian suggested, desperately trying to bargain with the spiker so he could get him to come out and be social. You’re not quite sure of what he responded with, since it was muffled (was he still wearing his mask? Even indoors??), but you know it wasn’t an affirmative at least - if the tired shake of Meian’s head in his palm was anything to go by.

What surprised you was when he leaned back out and looked at you, eyes hopeful yet defeatist. He motioned for you to come nearer, just so you were right by the doorway, but not visible yet; leaning over, he whispered into your ear: “Hashi-san, I’m so sorry to do this to you when you’re already nervous but could you try convincing Sakusa-san to head out with us? He might humour you if he knew you were a fan.”

I’M SORRY, WHAT-

“Meian!!” You whisper-shouted back at him, “Are you serious?” he nodded, the sorry look in his eyes telling you all you needed to know. You sigh, not exactly confident in your own abilities to get the spiker to leave the room he seemed to intent on staying within. “Alright.” You nod, “But no promises, I highly doubt I’d make a difference compared to you Meian...” the Captain just smiled, albeit pitifully, but a smile no less. “It’s alright Hashi-san, you’re welcome to just chat with him if you don’t feel comfortable trying to get him to socialise.” Your ears perked up at that, at least you wouldn’t have to push yourself to force him to step outside… it doesn’t seem like he’s very cooperative in the first place.

#sakusa kiyoomi #omi omi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa fanart #sakusa fluff

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closedafterdark · 4 years

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Saerom has been going to the gym a lot lately. It turns out she goes there for a different reason (Saerom x trainer prompt...go)

You sighed deeply, looking around. Business at the gym was going well. Lots of clients signed up, but not for the right reasons. Many were middle aged women who signed up when they heard a young man was one of the trainers. None of them cared about being in shape, just finding ways to “accidentally” brush against you.

Wondering if this was truly your only option, you see a young woman put her bag down. She applies lotion onto her toned arms and cute midriff before inserting earphones and beginning to stretch.

She was like an ocean oasis in a desert full of women complaining about their husbands and the smell of medical ointments. She had no makeup on, showcasing her fair skin and beautiful face. Her black sports bra was filled in nicely by her round, soft looking breasts. Her muscular arms and toned tummy were the result of many hours put in the gym. What really caught your attention were her black leggings, showing off her wide hips, perfectly sculpted thighs, and a round ass that was begging to be spanked as you fucked her doggystyle.

The woman looks through the mirror and sees you staring, flashing a warm smile at you.

“You know, it’s not nice to stare at a woman while she’s stretching” she said, placing a hand on her hip as she turned around.

“I-I’m sorry. You’re just s-so beautiful” you stuttered.

“I’m flattered. You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself”

The aerobics class has just finished, leaving only you and the woman in the room. It was pretty late, not too many people were around besides the cleaning staff.

“I assume you’re my trainer?” she asked.

“Y-Yes. Nice to meet you, miss...”

“Saerom.”

“miss Saerom” you repeated, taking her hand and planting a soft kiss on it.

“Do you call every client beautiful?” she teased.

“Most of my clients are guys who want to increase their muscle mass or old women who learned I am a trainer. So no, can’t say I’ve had any as attractive as you miss Saerom”

“You’re sweet. So what shall we do first?”

“Before we begin, I like to get to know my clients first. Are there any parts of your body you’d like to improve?”

Saerom’s eyes twinkled upon hearing your question. A flirtatious smile was etched on her face before answering.

“I’ve been... sore in certain places. Doctor said I should improve my stretching... and stamina”

“Where exactly are these certain places you’re sore at?”

“Mostly my back and chest. I’d say my arms and thighs as well”

“So pretty much your whole body” you replied, laughing softly.

“Yeah, I guess so. What’s the best exercise to start off with?”

“Well, since your body is sore I say we work on stretching”

Saerom looked at you carefully, as if she was trying to plot something. She managed to keep her composure.

“Why don’t you take this off?” she said in a naughty tone as her thin finger traced on your chest.

“That’s hardly appropriate, miss Saerom”

“It’ll be fine, it’s just you and me here” she licked her lips and eyed your body like a predator having found their next meal.

“You look so yummy, sir” she said as her soft hands ran up and down your body.

Saerom brought her face halfway to yours, inching her lips forward for a kiss. You were temporarily stunned before you realized what was happening and pushed a finger on her forehead. Saerom opened her eyes and looked at you.

“What do you think you’re doing, miss Saerom?” you asked.

“I...uh...” she said quietly, pulling back.

“I thought you wanted to exercise, miss Saerom. Didn’t expect you to be the type to kiss their trainer who they just met” you said in a firm tone.

“I’m sorry, sir”

It took everything in you not to be enticed by Saerom’s delicious body and the cute face that complimented it. You could smell the faint scent of strawberries on her body. She smiled sweetly at you before turning around so her back was facing you.

“Maybe you can give me a massage, sir”

“And why would I do that?”

“My body needs to loosen up if we’re going to be doing rigorous exercise” she said.

She changed her position, getting on her knees as her back arched. It gave you a wonderful view of her perfect body. She kept eye contact on you the whole time, her gaze dangerously seductive. Her beautiful black hair flowed down her shoulders neatly.

As you told Saerom to stretch her arms and tilt her body to one side, she felt something poking her bottom. Feeling back to see what it was, she looked up and saw you slightly embarrassed as her hand was on top of your crotch.

“You should really control yourself, sir” she teased. “I thought you were just giving me a massage” she continued as her hand rubbed back and forth on your rapidly hardening erection.

“I just... you’re so beautiful” you said. “I can’t really help it”

“You poor baby” she said, smirking as she moaned from her stretches.

Your hands made their way to her back, softly pressing on her skin.

“Oh, that feels nice”

“Does it? I’m glad” you replied as you continued to massage her upper back and milky smooth shoulders.

“I think you should apply a bit more force”

“Yes, miss Saerom”

As you increased the pressure and rubbed her back, your hands made their way to her neck. Making circular motions with your thumbs, Saerom’s moans increased.

“That feels so good...”

Your cock was painfully hard at this point, wanting to be free from its cotton prison. Her skin was extremely soft, you wanted to kiss every single inch of her body.

“You’re so good at this, baby” she moaned, closing her eyes.

Your hands made their way onto her lower back, applying pressure near her hips.

“That’s the spot... keep going”

Saerom felt your hands beginning to descend before you feel her hit you softly.

“I never gave you permission to do that” she said in a condescending tone.

“I’m sorry, miss Saerom”

“Your cock is basically poking my ass. Not to mention you’ve been staring at my ass the whole time”

“You have my word it won’t happen again”

You went on to massaging her arms and shoulders, before returning to her back. You were the trainer, but it seemed like Saerom was the one in control.

“Why don’t you massage my legs now”

Your hands were currently on her lower back. You delicately removed them, fearing you couldn’t control yourself if you accidentally made contact with her ass. This time, you really were staring. Her ass was so round, the perfect complimented to her muscular thighs. You knew you were beginning to leak with precum the longer you stared at Saerom’s ass.

“I thought I told you to stop staring” she said.

“I-I’m not”

“I know my ass is amazing and you’d love to be spanking it right now, but I haven’t given you permission to do so. Yet”

Saerom sat on a workout bench as she placed her legs on your lap. You spent the next several minutes listening to a symphony of moans as your hands massaged her. They were toned, you wanted nothing more than for them to crush your face as you ate her pussy. Her body truly is a work of art.

“My feet too, baby” she said.

You took her right foot in your hand and massaged it, giving each individual tone attention.

“That feels so good” she cooed.

She closed her eyes as you began to plant kisses on her feet. You were surprised she didn’t say anything about it as you repeated the process on her left foot.

“I think you’ve done a good job at loosening me up so far. Why don’t you massage me here” she said, wiggling her soft ass at you. As Saerom reaches for the top hem of her leggings and begins to pull them down, lust kicks in and you roughly rip them open. Saerom shrieks slightly as you are pleased to find out she isn’t wearing any form of undergarment. You marvel at the sight of her beautiful, pink lips. Your eyes widen in anticipation as Saerom spreads her legs. You begin to lower your face, watching her every expression.

“I expect to have my cock sucked after this” you said.

“Depends on how well you eat me, baby” she teased.

You smirk before lowering your head fully. Saerom moans from the initial contact of your tongue on her sensitive walls. You waste no time as you hungrily devour her dripping juices. Your tongue pushes Saerom’s moist lips apart as you continue to consume her tasty juices. Saerom moans as your tongue drags itself back and forth. Her body squirms as you suck on her cute nub. You spread Saerom’s legs wide as you eat her out. She can barely contain her screams as her hand pushes your head deeper.

“Baby, that feels so good. Keep eating my pussy just like that. Oh fuck!” she cried. Her head sinks into the headrest of the workout bench as her thighs wrap themselves around your neck. You tease Saerom, giving extremely slow licks on her pussy and outer lips. She has begun sweating once you look up at her and drink her juices.

“Please... baby. Please, I need more” she whined.

You were about to bury your face inside her once more before she stopped you. Saerom’s flushed face and slightly damp hair were dangerously eroitc.

“I want your cock, baby”

You smiled as Saerom’s commanding facade has finally worn off, she was now a whiny mess. She quickly removes your joggers, gripping onto your cock through your soft cotton boxers. She bites your tip softly before grabbing onto the hemline.

“No one is around, baby. And if they are, they get to enjoy watching me give you the best blowjob of your life”

Saerom pulls down your boxers and is instantly met with a slap to the face from your cock. She giggles, licking her lips as she gets on her knees and proceeds to inch forward. You let out a soft moan as Saerom’s small hand takes your cock and begins to slowly stroke you. She uses her non dominant hand, employing different techniques as it works hard to please your shaft. She blows warm breath on your tip, causing your entire cock to twitch. She pools a small amount of saliva in her mouth before spitting onto your shaft. Her hand soon is replaced with her mouth.

You moan as the first few inches enter Saerom’s warm, wet mouth. As she slowly added an extra inch with each bob of her head, more soft moans escaped your lips as you began to enjoy the thoroughness of Saerom’s blowjob.

“Fuck. You’re so good with your mouth” you moaned as Saerom’s agonizingly slow pace sends pleasure throughout your entire body. She looks up at you, smiling through a mouth full of cock. Seeing your head tilt back makes Saerom happy.

She increases her pace, gripping your thighs as her mouth sucks your cock faster and deeper. Her tongue glided smoothly on the underside of your shaft. Her warm mouth feels heavenly as her lips form an airtight seal on you. The sounds of your cock being gargled by Saerom’s mouth make you forget you were in a public place. You felt your tip hit the back of her throat repeatedly as it created an echo effect in the empty room.

Saerom finally comes up for air, withdrawing your entire cock from her mouth as spit begins dribbling from her mouth. Your cock was drenched, saliva spilling onto your balls and the gym floor underneath. Not wanting your cock to be left unattended while she catches her breath, Saerom takes you in her hand and gives you a rough handjob. You run your hairs through Saerom’s damp hair and smile at her. Her eyes shine with anticipation. As you gather all of her hair together and hold it with your left hand, Saerom knew what was coming.

She places her hands back onto your thighs as you push her head back onto your cock. Your moans get louder as you enjoy the pleasure Saerom’s mouth is giving you. Her eyes begin to water as you repeatedly pound her throat. You look down and see she is getting increasingly wet, being aroused by you using her mouth. Her hands that were gripping your thighs seemingly pull you closer to her. You increase your rhythm, Saerom’s tongue and moans vibrating on your cock as you mercilessly fuck her mouth.

You let go of her hair and place both hands on her head, grabbing it as you push her all the way down your base. Your cock was soon fully in her mouth, your tip reaching her throat. Saerom reponds by wrapping her arms around your butt and pushing you deeper.

“Take that cock, baby” you said.

You maintain a firm grip on her head. Both of you don’t want the moment to end. Eventually, Saerom gives little spanks on your butt as you hear her gag. You release your grip, causing her to withdraw quickly. As Saerom coughs, your cock is dripping with her saliva. She still manages to flash a sweet smile at you, happy at how you used her mouth.

You tilt her head up as you give Saerom a deep kiss. Her eyes close as she smiles through the passionate exchange. Her hands find your cock, stroking you as the two of you continue to explore each other’s mouths.

“Baby... please. Fuck me”

You remove her ripped leggings, spanking Saerom’s soft round ass several times. As she strokes your cock, you sit on the workout bench. She happily spreads her legs and straddles your lap. Both of you moan as only just your tip parts her wet lips. Saerom moans as she sinks onto your cock. She starts off slow, adjusting herself to you. Saerom’s pussy was extremely tight, her walls instantly constricting your shaft. She grabs onto the headrest of the workout bench as she gradually begins to ride you. Saerom’s moans and the sounds of your skin coming into contact with each other echo throughout the room.

“Oh, baby. You feel so good inside me”

Her moans pierce through your ears as you enjoy the feeling of her walls gripping your cock. Saerom seemed to be enjoying herself, rubbing her clit as you grabbed her soft breasts, squeezing one for 30 seconds before doing the same to the other. As Saerom begins to bounce up and down even faster, her eyes are tightly shut as her moans turn into screams. There was no better sound for you than a woman screaming as she is getting fucked. The sound of Saerom’s round butt slapping against your thighs was a close second.

“Oh my god, baby fuck me just like that!” Saerom screamed. “Just like that! Fuck my slutty pussy!”

Her eyes began to roll upward, the pleasure overtaking Saerom’s entire body. As she squeezed her tits, you rubbed her clit as your cock entered and exited her pussy. She tosses her head back even further. Her walls become tighter as you feel her body shake from the overwhelming pleasure. Her body is now covered in a thin layer of sweat. She shakes her damp hair away that was clinging to her forehead. Her mouth opens as her breathing becomes erratic. You feel her walls painfully grip onto your cock as her body violently shakes.

“Baby!” Saerom screamed as her orgasm arrives. Her body pulses as her juices flood your cock.

“You did so well, baby” you said, kissing her as she catches her breath and recovers from her intense orgasm. Her back arches as you pull your cock out of her. Saerom moans as her freshly fucked pussy shines from the overhead lighting. Your cock was also shiny thanks to her juices. You lower your head and give a strong lick on her pussy. Saerom lets out a high-pitched scream, her body still recovering. You savor her sweet nectar. You lower the workout bench and tenderly flip Saerom over, her round ass now facing you.

At this point both of you are fully naked as you kiss Saerom’s ass. She moans as you plant kisses on each cheek, rubbing the other one in the mean time. Her ass was so soft and felt even better on your lips.

You squeeze each softly in your hand before raising it and delivering a hard slap on both cheeks.

“Baby!” Saerom whined as you slapped her ass once more. “You’re being so aggressive!”

“Your ass is so wonderful” you replied, rubbing her reddening cheeks before kissing them once more.

“Are you going to fuck me again, baby?” she asked, shaking her ass at you once more.

“You’re so needy” you teased, slapping her ass once more. Saerom moaned as you held onto her wide hips and inserted your cock once more.

“Fuck...”

Her moan was purely erotic and satisfied. You grab Saerom’s hair into another ponytail with your left hand as your right hand slaps her ass. You then grab onto her hip as you thrust in and out of her pussy. Every time she tries to bury her head down, you pull on her hair. Her loud pleasure filled moans return to being high octave screams which fill the empty room. The wet sounds your bodies created complimented your moans. You felt your sack smack against Saerom’s clit.

“Baby, you’re fucking me so hard” Saerom moaned as she felt you pushing every inch of your cock into her. She loved being spanked and having her hair pulled as you pleasured her. You make eye contact with Saerom through the mirror in front of you. Her mouth is hanging open as her body jiggles with each of your thrusts. Saerom’s sex face was a thing of beauty. She’s completely immersed, the pleasure overtaking her entire body. She isn’t even able to give you any type of warming as you watch Saerom cum onto your cock with a loud cry.

You were far too horny to let Saerom rest, fucking her through her orgasm. She is exhausted, but extremely turned on by the pleasure. Her screams and moans make you want to fuck her even more. Your orgasm was fast approaching. Knowing that, you pound Saerom’s pussy as hard as you can. Pulling her hair, slapping her ass, calling her a slut. You did all these things along with thrusting into her. Saerom’s screams were the loudest they have ever been as you fuck her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she reaches another orgasm. You let go of her hair, causing Saerom’s upper body to fall onto the workout bench. Slapping each of her ass cheeks, you hold onto her wide hips and fuck her senseless.

“Saerom, I’m cumming!”

Thrusting several more times, you push every inch of your cock inside her pussy and finally erupt. Saerom screams as she feels her juices mix with your hot semen. Your penis throbs, releasing spurt after spurt inside her tight body. As you begin to pull out, you see tiny releases of your cum from your tip as you exit Saerom’s freshly fucked pussy.

The bench was a mess, a mixture of sweat and cum.

“Baby... that was so intense” she cooed happily, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. She laid on top of you, fully satisfied from the pounding she took. You brushed her hair away, smiling as you plant a tender kiss on her lips.

“I hope the roleplay satisfied your kink” you said.

“It did baby, thank you. I love you so much”

She kisses you once more before getting up and stroking your cock.

“The gym doesn’t close for several more hours. And there are showers here...” she began.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you pound it out of me and find out?” Saerom teased as she gripped your cock and lead you to the bathrooms.

#asks #fromis 9 #saerom

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kunthug · 2 years

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october, november, december, all wrapped in one, for final maybe not final notes // sketches for another wave

(scraps from a day this year)

i was afraid of dying. afraid of becoming god.[2]

eeyah, not me reblogging at the beginning of the year, “i am going to survive the year even if it kills me” and the year actually going on to do just that.💀

an impossible act, to wrap up the year inside a neat red bow and say this is what it is, what it was,

as much as what it could have been {this is always the most painful part, the prolonged yearning for the unlived, all deserved stalled by drab wordling.}

this is something it had been: “she referenced her elliptical contents monthly and wondered, bent at the edge of her bed, how her thin-paged life, her black-type days amounted to only this.”[3]

the void chased me, psssst-ing me around may

this year of spiraling, this year of uncertainties fucking me silly, the year of ten days to never forget—burning rage, god it was so much rage that burned straight to the earth’s core

& suddenly a rupture

& suddenly the visions started chasing me

visions of after the end of the world came, warground body warground, to nearly die but then died in some way?, a deity’s intervention,

frequencies unearthed from the body’s graveyard

unlocked where i then ran to the very edge, found gateways & was flung back to ordinary time i most certainly did not want to be in, reluctantly making do with life's flimsy pacifiers, these lean seductions.

living knows the most comical ways to humble hot heads like mine, it’s like 😋 why won’t you give up thrashing like a chicken in water and just drift?

drifting isn’t a subject unfamiliar , so legion-i, universes's ho, reclaimed spirals, reversed, took two steps back to origin(s), back to the water, back to sewing unknowables, lavender.

unspilled rage does nothing but eat you up, & i stopped getting frustrated, it only makes breathing worse & it meins these mfuckers win again & i’m too tired anyway. so i went along as what that being flung back said, hey there’s still much to do, so much glitter left to cry.

before now i’d noted how i was always coming of age, & growth being cranes in the sky you can’t really map, even with the most abstract tool. but this year i saw stuff liveeeeee

in the gift of erotic melancholia: “i am only becoming sexier and more inconsolable” over time,teehehehe. sad clownery to reverse adverse impact from brash moments of living.

growth in some mercurial stamina, but stamina all the same. how much i discovered my word is bond, my word is blood.

fear my fucken arch-nemesis i now know it’s shape. wasn’t it kincaid who says things are less threatening when there’s a name, a border around it? fear’s on a leash—on the way to being my bitch— in essence. #bigbrag like when it shoves it’s head in again, i can go say yo! you! go suck my toes.

less

ether-ine i have been, and hope to smear that into “the new year” in some form. let the heat of the hands find their way to make objects felt, seen, especially heard. letting all the tending on the inside flourish.

there’s been many notes on this aesthetics of a thing, and me, being in a state of both defining & we’ll see what happens, found a great big node to be reminded of:

david levi strauss noting in between dog and wolf that in ancient times, before there were anaesthetics for pain, there was just aesthetics: art(aesthetics, form of sensation) bridge-holders for pain, there's something else holding that shit.

it's more than just a studio note, as the year instructed to return back to being an artist, whether i call myself one or not. externalise boo, externalize. essentially this always: the lived poetry— life being total art, but also making tangible things out of it

for the destruction of work & the proliferation of joy.[1]

understanding that ones poeisis can be a way of inwardly and outwardly facing away from the oppression of these many orders. i learnt that too strongly this year, facing away not being ignoring (how could you sef, with all the violence in air) but attending to things it snatches from u

learnt the essence of smallness, all its big potentials, comfort in the very act of creation. similar to august wilson who mused: "you create the work to exalt and celebrate a common humanity."

that’s it, some sort of mantra to remember ? that liberation is in the day to day.

good grief! all the things i said bye to.

a year eros tarried and carried me still,

big big expanse inland, the world was happening inside. the body that i am longs still, i am still stretching the limits of my longing.

but i try to make a practice of gratitude, make space for grief and make a repeated exercise of seducing that other world here in trickles, gleam as the moon, strong intentions on pleasure, upward spirals only, learn slowly in the mistakes, slice time even more for bloodgems, seed, love all the new growth that came from fracturing-as-opening: humor, etherine still but here, still here, very here. homesick but doing this thing of rooting i know i’m capable of.

i’d hoped this spiral will string along many other lovely things than words, but perhaps more intent with this in the coming months? this is the only picture that— bruhh idek—just makes sense

it’s always been the sensate for me, so i’m abiding with this other unrelated space that just, again, makes sense

extra to this: [4] more. [5]

and to dot, not scheming, just reclining in the prayer father left today, what i’ll find in the mercy of the blood, grace of ancestral lineage.

& these secret prayers, asé. these new architectures, asé. this new divination. moving wild and calm still.

i’m exhausted but ready…

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[2] spill: scenes of black feminist fugitivity, alexis pauline gumbs, pg. 61.

[3] spill: scenes of black feminist fugitivity, alexis pauline gumbs, pg. 22.

#bruhh this year was wild #wilder than these #mild lyrics

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Rating: teen and up (READ THE WARNINGS FIRST, PLEASE)

Warnings (for the whole fic): The Angst, slow burn, pining, depression, mention of suicidal thoughts, a few curses, one (1) really vague reference to sex, canon divergences (Razor Crest and Amban Rifle, my beloved), reader has some background and hobbies (it’s spacious for almost anything, though), incompetent use of English, easter eggs and references (can you catch them all?).

Again, there are NO physical specifics, details or gendered pronouns beyond only mentions of some basic human stuff (limbs, hair, eyes, etc.). It should suit to the majority of readers. NO y/n. It all comes from the nature of the narrative. If I missed something, please, just tell me.

AO3 /=/ MASTERLIST

Side notes: yeah, i mcfucken love worldbuilding.

WC: 1542

After ensuring that all systems were set accordingly in the hyperdrive, Din went through his usual routine check-ups. It was unnecessary really, he had the required amount of fuel, oxygen, batteries were charged enough, engines were in right condition and so on. By the time, he ran out of things to bother, the fatigue was too distracting to ignore and he decided on taking a much needed nap in the pilot chair. Definitely not because he was avoiding touching or even being in the same space with one particular thing as if it would hypnotize him into submitting to it again. Not at all.

During decades of chaotic waking hours that violently went against his factual time, Din mastered the art of instantly falling asleep practically anywhere by command. He even could adjust how much of his mind he wanted to submerge into a sweet nothingness. In cold safety of the blue tunnel, alone in the ship, he could afford fully sinking deep without holding back. Eyelids covered shut soothing burning whites. Shoulders sagged under a weight of the beskar. Head was tucked into a welcoming cavity in the chair’s cushion. The mandalorian was deaf to worries and troubles of the living. The soft sound of his rhythmic breath and barely audible hum of engines guarded his peaceful slumber.

Blaster bolts meeting metal and hot air pushed by fire surrounded his body. Explosions and dreadful screams fogged his perception. Fighting invisible restrains, he tried to grasp the fleeting threads of consciousness but they kept slipping between his desperate fingers. The cacophony was increasing, getting impossibly closer and louder with each second, until someone shouted his name and grabbed his mentally outstretched hand, pulling him awake, back into his body, through the haze.

Din jolted slightly in the chair with the leathered creak, goosebumps rushed all over his body. Blinking away the dream and adjusting to sudden burst of stamina, he looked at the screen in the control board. There were several hours before reaching the Tarabba. He sighed closing his eyes, unamused with himself and what he knew he was about to do next.

There was no point in denying anymore – there was no rest for him until he read your journal to the end. Din never favored delaying the inevitable especially if it could be met or done without prior preparations. Need to rip the bandage fast, the sooner the better. At least, that’s how he reasoned it for himself while closing the beskar off again and stretching inside his bunk with a loud huff.

He fanned your journal reaching the place where he had dropped it. Purposefully avoiding looking at your last read entry in case it would disturb an old beast, he focused on your new drawing. This time it was a still-life piece capturing your overcrowded table with a view from the attic you lived in in the background. The sight of it was so domestic and cozy in contrast with you previous cry of existential dread. In your chaotic order, he could recognize the infamous holo-pad, a mug no doubt half-filled with cold caf, tools and motherboard parts. The piece covered only third of the page leaving the rest uncharacteristically blank. Next broadside started with neat handwriting naming the date three days later.

Worked my ass off on this new engine Peli bought. Well, not exactly bought. Just bargained/bullied it from some unfortunate folk who happened to come in the way between her and piece of metal she liked. With every day on Tatooine I discover new places I could get sand snuck in. Woke up today earlier than usually without my alarm. Surprisingly, because I don’t remember falling asleep on time to wake up and feel this rested. Good for me, I guess.

Then even cursive was replaced with lilting lines with added loops in words that didn’t have them before, your sentences bowed in the end showing that you were writing on a curved surface.

He’s here!!! Oh, stars! He came back! My mandalorian!!! And the baby is still with him! Thank the Force!

Din smirked at your consistent and endearing use of possessive pronoun and excess amount of exclamation marks.

And now he’s not so hostile against droids anymore. I wonder how a man who travels so much and owns a ship survived with such disdain towards them. I mean, they’re almost in every space-port and every mechanic has at least one. Was he repairing the Crest himself? So many questions and so little opportunities to unveil the mysteries. I know that I wanted to ask him to pose for me after the first meeting but let’s be honest here: no one just asks a Mandalorian, of all people, to do anything this stupid. Not even mentioning answering my nosy questions.

Anyway. Apparently, the child isn’t his. So, he’s not green with big ears. Good to know. A little disappointed since he’s not as cute as the baby but it makes sense: how else would he fit the ears up there?

Din recoiled at that last sentence and frowned in confusion. Did you really thought he looked like the child under his helmet? Were other people thinking the same before knowing that the child was a foundling? And you still, and he quotes, “have hots” at the sight of him? That first question concerned him the most but he just shook away weird thoughts and continued the reading.

He said he was quested to reunite the child with its kind but since no one knows exactly what that is he needs to find other mandalorians. And, of course, I, thanking myself from the past, volunteered to introduce him to a person who might know other mandalorians. Who knew the galaxy was so small?

So, long story short – they met. It didn’t go well at first. I was surprised at Cobb’s sudden spark of ire. Didn’t know he had it in him. Wait, was he disappointed that I didn’t come alone just for him? Hope not. It’s already really awkward to be in their presence. I do not want to mix whatever that is into it.

Din paused for a moment to reminiscent on the memory of annoyed marshal. Now he didn’t share your doubt and hope that it wasn’t disappointment that colored his face and troubled their meeting. He took a deep breath puffing his chest and brought his attention back to the paper.

On other good news – I saw it, the dragon. Maker, when Cobb said it was big, I didn’t think it was gazillion meters long! I just had a peek of it when it ate a whole bantha in one bite. Now I understand why people in Mos Pelgo are afraid to leave their possessions alone or why they don’t have underground houses to save the electricity, or why their buildings are slightly elevated and supported from the ground. Here comes the most exciting part – we’re gonna kill it! A bit sad about it. He’s scary but magnificent nonetheless. Oh, the crimes we commit for threads of peace, right?

But hey – we’re going to work with Tuskens! I didn’t even know that they use sign language. And, of course, again, my mandalorian speaks it. Stars, can he tone down the competence a bit or else there’ll be trouble. I mean, the sound that he produced when we met massiffs is engraved into my mind forever. Hope it doesn’t awaken anything in me.

We’re now camping in desert with Tuskens. They argued. Again, yes. But at least this time I saw a kriffing hand flamethrower in action first-hand (wow, no pun intended). What the kriff. Where did he pull it from? (the hand, I know!) How does it fuel itself? Is it plasma cartridges? No, it’s too big. And heavy. Wait. No. HOW does it even fit there along with other things? How do you integrate a FLAMETHROWER into a vambrace to use it without risking burning yourself or other wirings? Is it because of the beskar? Maybe it has higher temperature resistance? But then how do you melt it into a needed shape? And again How Do You Fit It In????

Masterpiece, in any case. Wish I could look at it closer and run some scans on it. Whoever made it is mad. Extraordinary brilliant, an exceptional engineer, but still slightly insane. But I guess you have to be a little in order to balance the genius brain capacity.

Something long forgotten stirred leisurely inside him at your appreciation of a craft put into the armor that, not only represented his second skin, but was part of his identity and history. It reminded him how you were notably shy in contrary to your actual interest when you were helping to repair Fett’s armor after he had gotten it from the marshal. Maybe you were holding back your excitement at the prospect of finally satisfying your interest, trying to be respectful and not invade his secrecy. He didn’t ask you then because he didn’t know about your level of fascination, obviously, and he would never know exactly what prompted you to be so coy, gentle even. Another secret you took with yourself leaving him clueless and regretful not learning about it earlier.

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#the mandalorian #star wars #Pedro Pascal #din djarin x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader #slow burn #angst fanfic

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