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abiomens · 9 months

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i figured i’d put some of the fics i wrote on here, just 4 fun :)

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Tw! Mentions of self harm and abuse. Dont read this if it makes you uncomfortable please.

You sat on the tile floor of your bathroom, desperately trying to block out the noises of your fathers tv loudly playing from the living room with your headphones. You were contemplating on using the blade again.

You couldn't take anymore of your fathers beatings, he was awful to you, but you didnt want anyone to worry about you, you were already a wast of space, as your father said. You slid the razor across you wrist, more tears falling from your eyes when the you saw the blood that came gushing out.

Why couldn't he just stop? Why did this have to happen to you? You never did anything wrong. It all started when your mom died a few years ago. He blamed you for her death, when you had nothing to do with it. You were at school, completely clueless about everything. You had nothing to do with it.

It was when you had came home from school and walked in her room to ask for something, when you saw her laying on the floor, her skin a almost milky white color. There was blood everywhere. All over her collar of the black sweater she wore.

Even the neighbors heard the blood curtailing scream you let out, your mom was dead right in front of you. She slit her throat. And to this day, you still don't know why. Your father seems to know, but refuses to talk about it.

It all makes it even more weird.

Why did she do that out of nowhere?

She always had a smile on her face, always cheerful, happy, caring, just a great mother. Then that happened. You hated thinking about it, it made you even more depressed.

Soon, you started to clean your wrist. When you were done, you heard your phone ringing. You looked at it, to see it was your boyfriend. He was calling you. So, you answered, hearing his calming tone through the phone, making your stomach flutter.

"Hey y/n, wanna come over for the weekend?" Ricky said through the phone. You didn't wanna get caught, but is was worth it. "Y-yea sure, lemme get s-some stuff." It was normal for you to stutter, since you've always been super shy, and from all the trauma, always scared you were gonna say something wrong.

"Okay, i'll be outside my house, on the porch, see you there." You nodded, but remembered he couldn't see you. "Yeah, i'll be th-there soon. Love you." He chuckled, "Love you too, y/n." He said, you hanging up. Getting up and walking out of the bathroom, you grabbed your cigarettes, that you snagged from your dad, a bag, some shirts and skinny jeans, makeup, jewelry, phone charger, and you were off.

You opened your window and climbed out, making sure to close it. You practically sprinted out of the backyard, climbing the fence and running to Ricky's. It took a good 5 minutes.

You soon got there, seeing him on the porch, like he said. "R-ricky! I'm here!" You said, out of breath. "Hey love! Did you run here or something?" He asked, curious of why you were breathing so heavily. "Y-yea, i did actually, i w-wanted to s-see you.." you smiled, hugging him, and pulling away when he pulled your face up to kiss him.

"I missed you so much." He nuzzled his face in your hair, enjoying your presence very much. "I-it was only a f-few days, Ricky." You joked, leaning into his touch. You always loved how nice Ricky always smelt, he was very warm too.

"I know, but I still missed you. My mom is gone for the weekend, she went to see her friends and party, sooooo she left food for us cause i can't cook." You giggled, taking in the sent of vanilla and pumpkin spice as you walked into his home.

"Come on, lets go to my room, I'm bored." He didn't give you any time to respond, as he practically dragged you into his room. "I already picked out a few movies, they're all Tim Burton."

Your whole face lit up, and you looked at him with a happy smile. He was the only one who could make you smile so wide. You loved it, it made you feel like someone actually cared about you. You sat on his bed, watching as he put on Edward Scissorhands.

He sat beside you as you took off your platforms, curling up beside him. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and holding you close. Safe in his grasp. He always made you feel so safe and protected, no matter what. Thats what you love about him.

It made you think about your home, how you never feel safe there. Ever. The empty beer bottles, the abuse, the constant harm you caused to yourself. The thought always made you zone out, and soon Ricky noticed this and became quite concerned.

He waved a hand im front of your face, quickly getting your attention. "Love, what's wrong? You were just so happy, whats on your mind?" He asked, looking into your e/c eyes with his light blue ones. "I, u-uhm, i-its no-" He cut you off. "No, y/n somethings wrong, your face says it all. So, i'll ask you again, whats wrong?"

You didn't wanna tell him, you didn't want him to worry about you, it would put to much pressure on him, he already had to deal with the bullying and harassment at school. "Y/n, i don't wanna pressure you into telling me, but please, please tell me whats wrong, i care about you, i really do. So, tell me?"

"I-i- uhm...." You couldn't get the words out. "M-my f-father abu- h-he-" His face dropped. "he what?!" Ricky already knew what you had to say. He could tell what the word was. He was almost blinded my rage and worry, he didn't like seeing or hearing that you were hurt in any way possible.

He let go of you, quickly getting up and walking to the door of his room. "R-ricky! Please i-i dont w-wanna deal w-w-with him right now!" You said, walking after him in panic. You had started crying by now, from the worry and the fact you didn't know what your father would do if he found out you had left to see ricky.

He looked over at you, him seeing you crying, which made him give in almost immediately, pulling you into his grasp to hold you. He hugged you, picking you up amd bringing you to the bed and sitting down with you in his lap. down. "Shhh...y/n its okay, you're safe here, calm down, I wont leave I promise."

He ran his hands through your hair, trying to comfort you as well as he could. Soon, your cries turned into little sniffles, so ricky took this as the opportunity to put his hand underneath your chin to make you look up at him.

He wiped your tears away, pulling you into a passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, holding you close. "Wanna change? I can give you one of my hoodies. You can wear a pair of my boxers as shorts, since you really only have jeans, okay?"

He told you, and he felt you tense up when he brought this up. "Dont worry, you can change in my bathroom" You nodded, letting him get up to get them. He handed you them, and you quickly grabbed your tooth brush and tooth past, practically sped walking into the bathroom.

You slipped on the hoodie, deciding you would just tell ricky about your self harm later. You didn’t wanna have a possible meltdown. You slipped the boxers on, walking out of the bathroom and towards ricky, who was watching the movie while waiting on you.

As he turned and looked at you, he immediately noticing your thighs. You didn't say anything, just got onto the bed and under the covers with him. He wrapped his arms around you again, turning your head and making you look at him. You looked into his concerned filled eyes, already knowing what he was gonna say.

"Its obvious I saw your...thighs...but we can talk about that later, okay? I don't want you to be upset anymore. I love you, y/n. Forever and always, remember?" You smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "I love you too, ricky. Forever and always."

He nuzzled your neck, making you giggle. His hands ran through your hair, knowing all too well that it makes you relaxed and comfortable. He pulled you even closer (if that was even possible at this point), kissing your forehead and closing his eyes.

"I love you ricky, so much..." You mumbled, falling asleep. He smiled lightly, his arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand still running through your hair. "I love you so much more, y/n. sweet dreams."

#ricky horror #ricky olson #motionless in white #tw self destructive behavior

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sublieu · 3 years

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Gyomei's NSFW alphabet

Look at that gentle giant tell me you would not want to have his babies

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-This giant teddy bear cannot see sadly so the least he could do was hug and praise you till you fell asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You: *Add anything*

Gyomei: Your hands, they're so small in comparison to his

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-He might use it as lube.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-This saint ain't no angel when it comes to breeding, he wants kids so badly that he fucks you raw.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-He does know the basics, like prepping and where to pleasure his s/o but he doesn't know anything else

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl

Reverse Missionary

Chair sit

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's serious, he doesn't want to screw up his first time

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's well groomed down there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Soft and sensual, he knows he's big and doesn't want to accidentally hurt you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't think he even knows what jacking off is, sure he does know about the basics in sex but he overall doesn't know what's the purpose of it. He sees it as a way to be messy

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage

Praise

Breeding

BDSM

Orgasm Control

Teasing

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Private spaces

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-It takes a while for him to get motivated, but if there's one things that might actually work on him is teasing him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bodily fluids (except for cum)

Degradation

Slapping

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's both when it comes to oral, he likes to eat you out but at the same time he wants you to suck on his cock

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, again he fears that he might hurt you so he tries his best to not go too hard

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He has mixed feelings about them

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No, he hates being seen getting fucked in public, cause he's blind and he can't see who's coming.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Around 5-6 rounds, 4 if you tease him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any toys sadly

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease you, he hates to hear you cry so

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's very quiet, he wants to hear your moans clearly

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes when you praise him, he may be as tough as a rock but he needs to be complimented too

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

10 inches (for a big guy like him, he needs a big dick-)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not very high sadly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Even though he's blind he waits for you to fall asleep first then he does to sleep.

©𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐯_ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

#gyomei headcanons #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #kny x reader #kny x y/n #demon slayer smut #demon slayer headcanons #kny smut #kny headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #gyomei smut #gyomei x reader #kny gyomei #gyomei himejima #gyomei x y/n

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yunopouts · 3 years

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1,2,3 - n. jaemin

-> pairing: sadist(kinda)!jaemin x fem reader

-> genre: filth smut

-> warnings: spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex (kinda? not really tho), oral (f receiving), biting, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, squirting, creampie

-> word count: 2.1k

this is some weird shit. prepare yourselves.

The ending is where the actual filth starts (literally for like 2.3 seconds tho)

I am so sorry.

After laying in bed for literally five hours, you decided to get up and walk around your apartment. Your boyfriend was at work and you couldn’t go out because you’re living during a fucking pandemic (w/n: YES MAKE THAT SHIT REALISTIC😩), so you were stuck at home. All by yourself, with nothing to do.

You walked yourself to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbed out the juice.

“I can just drink from the carton.” You thought out loud. “No, that's kinda gross, I can’t do that.” You shook your head and just grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Thinking of what you should do, you wandered around, sipping your juice from time to time. “I don’t want to watch tv, cause I just finished doing that. Jesus Christ, this shouldn’t be that hard to do.” You whined, stamping your feet like a child throwing a tantrum to get what they want.

Heaving a sigh, you continued moping around.

“Screw this, I’m just gonna shower.” You chugged your juice and set the glass in the sink before heading to the bathroom.

When you walked out of the bathroom all clean, you headed to the living room- where you were unexpectedly met by your boyfriend, Jaemin, who was sitting on the couch. You stopped in the entry way, making eye contact with him and smiled when he called you over.

“How's my pretty girl doing?” he asked, looking up at you with a lazy smile. His hands traveled from your waist, around to your ass and down to the back of your thighs, sliding up and down.

“Fine, bored.” You replied with a sigh. “You okay?” you ran your fingers through his hair. Jaemin leaned forward, pressing his lips just above the waistband of your pants.

“So perfect.” He purred in response, kissing you again, slowly moving further and further down your waist. His eyes connected with yours, glassy, dark and filled with lust. From your thighs, Jaemin’s hands went up and started to tug down your pants, helping him by shimmying out of them.

Standing up, Jaemin brought you into a kiss, one that was slow yet needy at the same time. You gasped when you felt a burning sensation against your ass. Jaemin smirked against your lips, doing it again, making you moan this time.

Arms wrapping around your waist, you lead your boyfriend backwards, slow enough to get there without tripping on anything. As you kissed, Jaemin kneaded your ass, groaned into you and pressed you against his groin, where you felt his erection.

You reached your bedroom, and your boyfriend pushed you down, your back hitting the soft mattress. Practically ripping off your panties, Jaemin spread your knees apart, licking a stripe up your pussy. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy that’s so so wet for me.” He said, spreading apart your lips. The boy stared in awe at your glistening heat. “It never seizes to fascinate me at how fast you get so wet for me.”

Without warning, he shoved two fingers into your hole, savagely ramming them into you. Nothing left your mouth; nothing could leave your mouth, not even a croak. He hadn’t even actually started to fuck you; it was just with his fingers and your voice was caught in your throat.

“What?” Jaemin stopped. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” you couldn’t respond as you were still trying to catch your breath.

“S-sorry, just feels good.” You managed to choke out, finally getting air back into your lungs. With a satisfied smirk, he re-inserted his fingers, but thrust at a painfully slow speed. “Jaemin, faster.” You whined.

“Ah, ah, ah~ don’t get greedy, pretty girl.” He continued with his pace, curling his fingers up from time to time. “You know how much I hate greedy people.” The boy leaned forward, placing the flat of his tongue against your clit. He moved the muscle quickly, making you cry out in pleasure. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling and running your fingers through it. “You know,” he spoke between licks. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Jaemin attached his lips to your clit and sucked before letting go of it with a ‘pop’.

“In the studio, when we were recording ‘Make A Wish’;” the thrusts of his fingers slowly increased. “When we were in the practice rooms.” He used his tongue again, swirling it around to lap up all your arousal.

“That’s… sweet.” You choked back on a moan but failed miserably.

The sweet noises you were eliciting from your clit being flicked and abused was enough to get your boyfriend grinding against the bed.

“Oh fuck.” You moved you’re hips to the feeling, needing more, to which he pulled out.

Jaemin left from your core and was now hovering above you. When you met his eyes, forcing you to witness him sucking his fingers that were practically dripping with your wetness. That action alone was enough to make you shake as your first orgasm washed over you.

Jaemin watched this happen, moaning in pleasure and delight; the fact that you came from a simple glace at him turned him on a lot..

“I got so hard that Taeyong sent me home early.” He stated. Jaemin licked his lip before almost closing all the space you had between your faces.

Almost, is the key word.

He stayed hovering, lips three centimeters away from your own. You tried to kiss him, but that made your boyfriend move backwards. When you pouted, he moved back to the same spot, smirking. “Turn around for me, beautiful.”

His tone was deep and full of mischief. It got you kind of worried, but you complied, slowly shifting your body so that your back was to him. Jaemin pressed against your back, making you feel his erection against your ass, as he brought his lips to your shoulder and kissed it lightly.

Suddenly, you felt something sharp in the same place where he kissed you and you hissed, pushing against him. He let out a throaty moan in your ear, more arousal dripping from your heat. He licked, kissed, sucked and bit his way down, littering your back with all sorts of shaped markings. When he reached the small of your back, he stopped.

He pulled away before he started to knead your ass. “You look so good from behind.” You could practically hear the smirk in his cocky tone. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Then do it.” You said.

“Patience, pretty girl.” He instructed, going silent for a second, before sending down the palm of his hand against your ass. You yelped in pain, shoving your face into the pillows of your shared bed.

“That’s one.” He grunt before smacking you again. “Two; three;” he continued until he reached ten, your ass stinging. “All done.” He sighed as he brought you back up, gently turning you around so that he could see your tear stained face. “Sorry, pretty girl.” He kissed your closed eyelids.

You shook your head slightly, “It felt good.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled against your forehead. Jaemin brought his pants down, revealing his clothed cock. “Help me out with this one, will you?” the boy asked you once he noticed you were staring down at the darkened spot on his underwear.

Your hand found its way into his boxers, grabbing his dick. Connecting his lips with yours, Jaemin mewled at the feeling of both your lips and your hand on him. Your thumb gently touched the tip, spreading around the precum. Your wrist worked in circular motions, sliding up and down his shaft, making the boy a moaning mess. He bucked his hips in time with your actions, letting out a shaky sigh against you.

“Shit.” Jaemin parted from your lips so he could throw his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He whined.

Three more strokes and the deed was done; Jaemin’s cock was twitching in your hand as you let him ride out his orgasm.

“You’re still hard.” You stated, staring at his dick, that was still very hard.

“Didn’t I explicitly tell you how fucking horny I was today?” he glanced at you with a raised brow.

“Oh, right.” You recalled. “Get on with it then.” Jaemin let out a laugh, kissing you once again before moving back on top of you.

Just like he did before with his fingers, Jaemin pushed into you with out warning, leaving you breathless once again. He thrust in and out of you slowly, thoroughly enjoying your pleads to go faster.

“You’re such a good girl.” He growled, placing a finger on your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he pumped in and out of you at a pace that satisfied you. A hand slid up your torso, finding its place around one of your breasts. He squeezed it a bit and played with the nipple, rolling it in between two fingers. “God, I love you.”

Jaemins cock felt so good. It filled all the space available in your pussy and your walls always clenched around him, whether you meant to do it or not.

The boy let go of your tit and pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, leaning in, fucking you faster and deeper than before. He pushed your waist down, squeezing so hard that you were sure to have marks from his nails later. Lowering your eyes ever so slightly, you watched how your boyfriends’ eyes were trained on what was poking out every so often when he plowed back into you. The tips of your fingers traced the area in which he was looking at so intently, making him moan loudly.

“Do you like it when I fuck you hard like this.” He asked, finally connecting your eyes again. “Fuck, I can see where my dick hits you.” You bit your lip and nodded, grabbing at his arm and giving it a light squeeze, letting him know that you were close.

“Do it.” He huffed. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

Jaemin fucked you through your second orgasm, but continued to rail you, like nothing had happened.

“No more.” You whined in protest, clawing at his back as he adjusted his position.

“Haven’t cum.” He remarked.

Twelve minutes more and Jaemin was still at it, fucking you nice and hard.

After a while, the pain and pleasure of cumming for a third time had finally come to an end when his snapping hips had come to a sputtering stop, allowing himself to release inside you. Jaemin bit into your nape as he came, your fingers slowly drawing small patterns on his back. He pulled out, somehow still hard, but at least not fully.

When he rolled off top of you, he brought you into his legs, spreading them open and keeping them that way, using his own legs. Traveling to your cum filled hole, his fingers entered you, slowly pumping in and out. His left hand found itself at your clit, adding more stimulation to your already overstimulated heat.

“Fuck, Jaemin.” You yelped, writhing in his arms.

“We both know what you want, pretty girl.” He spoke in a condescending tone. “So be quiet for me until I give it to you.” He nipped at your earlobe. You complied, moaning instead of a worded answer. “That’s my girl.” You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck.

The motions his fingers were making on your clit soon became bigger and stronger; the fingers in your hole sometimes pulling out to smear his cum on the rest of your pussy, re-inserting themselves afterwards.

The wetness of your pussy and his cum mixing together made the filthiest of noises, but to Jaemin, your moans were all he could hear, sending him into orbit, causing his fingers to move quicker and quicker.

You tried inhaling, but barely any air actually made it into your lungs.

“J-Jae-” you gasped. In your ear was a deep chuckle, meaning Jaemin probably came back to earth when he heard the heavenly noises coming from your pussy.

“Fuck, scream my fucking name.” hands working at the speed of light as you came.

And this time you came hard.

Harder than you have before.

So hard that you squirt, juices leaking everywhere on your sheets.

As you screamed, like Jaemin said, his voice raised too, laughing out in amazement.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Was all you heard him say before passing out.

#na jaemin #jaemin smut #nct smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct drabbles #this is so fucking filthy for no reason im sorry

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shokobuns · 3 years

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“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT

More.

One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,” a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets.

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth.

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

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actuallysaiyan · 3 years

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Yamcha SFW Alphabet, please? Thanks :)

I tag @beneathstarryskies because she is a huge Yamcha fan!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Yamcha is incredibly affectionate. He shows his affection through gifts and physical touch. He will always look out for you too and make sure you are doing your best. He is very supportive as a friend and lover, so really he’s just so nice all around.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Yamcha is a fun loving friend. He loves to hang out with you and just do fun things. He likes to do stuff like go-karting, mini golf, going to play some arcade games, hikes in the mountains or even just watching a movie. He would be the type to introduce himself to you first and it wouldn’t take long for you two to hit things off.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle! Nothing better than to hold you close and wrap himself around you to keep you warm and comforted. One of his favorite things to do with you is to watch a movie with you and cuddle up on the couch. If it’s cold outside, you can expect some yummy hot cocoa and some cookies to go with those sweet cuddles. Yamcha loves holding you to his chest and stroking your hair or massaging you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yamcha would love to settle down with you if he gets the chance to. He’s not the most keen on cooking and cleaning, but he would do it for you. If you wanted to settle down with him and make him feel loved and happy, he would learn to be domestic. What he’d truly enjoy is for you to be his bimbo wife.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would be bitter, sad and terrible. Yamcha would hate it. He hates the idea of hurting you. It would take everything deep inside of him to not be cold about it. If he has to break up with you because of something you did, it’s very bitter and mean. But if you break up because of something he did, he’s going to be so devastated.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

All Yamcha wants is a wife. He wants someone to make him feel loved and supported all the time. Someone he can build a life together and support and just be happy with. Nothing would make him more happy than if you were to settle down as soon as you felt ready for it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s very gentle. He loves making sure he doesn’t use his strength on you, seeing as he is very strong and he doesn’t always know his own strength. In terms of emotionally, he is generally gentle and sweet but sometimes he may crack jokes that only he finds funny and that might hurt your feelings. If that’s the case, all you need to do is tell him and he will apologize.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves to hug! They are tight, warm and just feel so safe and secure. He will hug you any chance he gets. It just feels so nice to him. Holding you in his arms is one of the best feelings in the whole world. He will do anything to have his hands on you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It will slip out of him so early, he’s quite a bit embarrassed about it. Yamcha falls for people a little too quickly, and because he has always had this phobia of talking to girls, it just makes everything worse. He will stumble on his words and tell you he loves you early in the relationship, but he truly means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets pretty jealous. If anyone thinks they can get their hands on you, you better believe that Yamcha is going to turn possessive. It can get pretty dark when he’s jealous, so you may need to reassure him. It’s not his fault, he has some insecurities.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Yamcha loves to give all kinds of kisses. It depends on his mood and what part of your body he’s kissing. He loves kissing you whenever and wherever. His favorite places to kiss you are your lips, your tits and your inner thighs. On himself, anywhere goes.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s not bad with children. He’s funny and fun, and he treats them with kindness. He would be such a good father if you wanted to have children with Yamcha. He would be so doting and teach them so much. He’s patient and understanding, so you know he would be so sweet with your children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Yamcha are relaxing. He likes to sleep in when he can and when he finally does roll out of bed, the first thing he does is start up a pot of coffee. Breakfast is usually take-out of sorts unless you feel like cooking. And it’s just pretty relaxing all in all.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Yamcha can also be very relaxing. A nice dinner with a glass of wine, some soft music and maybe some intimacy. Nothing has to be fancy, but Yamcha will treat you to dinner at a restaurant from time to time. Lots of cuddling if you’re at home.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It wouldn’t take too long for him to start opening up to you. He would probably leave some details out until you know each other fairly well. He doesn’t want to make you worry too much or scare you off. He’s patient with you and if you are patient with him, he will share some secrets with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends on the situation with Yamcha. For the most part, he can keep his cool. He can be cocky sometimes if someone tests his patience, but he’s not meaning to be too cruel. He wants to be level headed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a lot about you. It means so much to him to be able to remember your favorite colors, foods, movies and music. There’s no way he’ll ever forget your birthday or your anniversary. He may be a knucklehead from time to time, but he’s got a very good memory...especially if it involves you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you said “I love you”. That’s his favorite memory. You were blushing and being so soft. He felt how genuine you were being just by your soft kisses. The way you held him close, holding onto him as if he might float away any second. It’s just the greatest memory for Yamcha.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He can be very protective, but he does love to give you space and time to do your own hobbies and interests. If you need to be protected, he will fight and defeat anyone causing you grief. He doesn’t mind if you try to protect him, but he’d feel so guilty if you got hurt trying to protect him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Yamcha enjoys having a balance for this in the relationship. If you want to plan some stuff, he is not at all against it. Sometimes he’s got things planned and they can be so special too. He doesn’t want to spend too much time on everyday things, but he does love to spoil you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t always get his dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. He can be a little bit of a slob sometimes, but he does make a concerted effort to clean up after himself when you move in with him. He doesn’t want you to baby him too much.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Yamcha always wants to look his best, especially if he’s going on a date with you. He will not expect it from you, but if you want to look nice for him, he’s going to be pretty happy about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d be insanely lost without you. You help him stay sane. You help bring structure and responsibility to his life. You make him feel wanted and loved, and that’s all he ever really wanted.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Yamcha wants to teach you how to protect yourself! He would even show you how to do some of his signature fighting moves if you’d want to learn. He loves the idea of you being around him so much and he just gets to show you how to fight.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Yamcha doesn’t like cheaters or liars. He just wants people to be upfront and kind to him. He will show that same kindness if it’s being extended to him. He doesn’t want people to use him because he is a great guy.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He snores lightly, but he is a big cuddler. You will never feel cold or lonely with Yamcha in your bed. He holds you close every single night.

#writing #anon requested #reader requested #yamcha #yamcha x you #yamcha x reader #yamcha x y/n #yamcha fluffy alphabet #dragon ball #dragon ball z

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Byun Baekhyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Cuddles are very important to Baekhyun, whilst he might try to play things cool a lot of the time, behind closed doors, he finds hugs very reassuring and comforting in amongst the chaos that his lifestyle brings.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you had met through a mutual friend, and instantly gravitated towards each other. His bright personality caught your attention quickly, Baekhyun made you feel safe and comfortable whenever he was around. He also loved having your company and talked to you a lot about anything that came to mind.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Baekhyun was terrified to confess his feelings to you, he didn’t want to frighten you off or read the wrong signals. With Minseok’s backing especially, he was encouraged into confessing to you one night when you were visiting. You were able to tell straight away that something wasn’t quite right, pushing Baekhyun until he told you what it was. As soon as he did, you were there to assure him he’d read your signals perfectly.

D ⇴ DATES

He’s another member who often prefers to be at home rather than going out. Dates out of his apartment are rare, but Baekhyun will make sure that they’re special. Instead, he’ll try and arrange plenty of fun things for the two of you to do at his place. They tend to involve games and food, occasions where the two of you can just kick back and relax and be yourselves. Baekhyun is big on special occasions though, anniversaries and birthdays always have to be celebrated by doing something neither of you will forget.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

It’s well known that Baekhyun has been in a relationship before, he knows the mistakes he made and is determined not to make the same mistakes with you. He’s nervous to begin with, taking the step back into a relationship is huge, but with your reassurance, he knows it’s what he wants and the right thing to do. It takes a while for Baekhyun to open up publicly about your relationship as he doesn’t want to hurt you, but once he gets the backing of the fans, he’s more than happy to tell them all about you and brag endlessly.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

One of the biggest bonuses of dating Baekhyun is his ability to read a room. If things begin to turn sour between the two of you, he can tell instantly, and will quickly put a stop to whatever it is that is causing the tension. At times it frustrates you how good he is at stopping an argument from happening, but you’re also well aware how much better it is for you both not to start shouting at each other. He will sit and talk through a problem rather than shout, but again, if he senses things are not going well, then he’ll give you a bit of space before trying again when the two of you can talk a bit more easily with each other.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You heard many stories about his family when you started dating, so you were very excited to mee them, as they were with you. Baekhyun was stunned at how well you all got along, somehow, he ended up being the one pushed aside so that his family could find out as much as they possibly could about you.

H ⇴ HOME

As much as he loved having his own place, he definitely missed the company. Baekhyun was worried about moving you in as he was very tidy and neat. Days slowly turned into weeks when it came to easing you into living with him, before eventually those weeks turned into a permanent fixture of you living with him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were actually the first to say ‘I love you’ when you noticed Baekhyun having a difficult day. He was unusually quiet, and you were struggling to know what to do to make him feel better, so you decided to open up your heart and tell him how you felt. Best of all, doing that, certainly put the smile back on his face.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Baekhyun tended to get jealous quite often if someone else had your attention. He would be able to tell pretty quickly when someone was trying to get close to you or push him out of the equation, quickly putting a stop to it. He’d often be able to tell before you even noticed, so he’d grab your hand and pull you out of the situation. He was a very good judge of character and would be able to warn you about what was going on before you’d even clicked, which was a trait of his that you were very grateful for indeed.

K ⇴ KIDS

He was still very much a big kid at heart, he loved messing around and joking with you. Baekhyun couldn’t wait for the day when he had little ones to entertain and play with. You knew he would make a great dad one day too, it was just about finding the right time. When Baekhyun began talking about kids, it was difficult to get him to stop, he’d often lose himself in deep thought and talk about all his dreams.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

His playful nature meant you were often laughing around Baekhyun. He loved to try and make you laugh and mess around with you. Tickle attacks were very common from him, if you were having a bad day, the moment he could grab onto your hips he’d attack them. He loved to prank you too, he’d often set traps around the house to catch you out, collapsing to the floor every time one paid off and you began chasing him around the house, promising that one day you’d eventually get payback for all that he did.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’d try hard to not make you worry when he was away and not show you that he missed you, but it was hard on him. At nights, he’d sit for hours with you on the phone and offload about all his worries, and you’d sit and listen. If time zones stopped him from talking to you, he’d turn to one of his members for a shoulder of support whilst he tried to get in contact with you. If the mood between you both got down, he’d quickly try and tell a joke to pick things up again, he hated seeing you struggle with him being away, even though he struggled himself, he’d try hard not to show that side of himself to you, and only allow you to see him smile.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Baekhyun loved to call you ‘jagi’ it was a word you heard many times throughout the day, at the start of texts, when he wanted your attention, he’d call it out all of the time so that he was able to find where you were.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Your laughter was what Baekhyun was most obsessed with. He loved to know that you were happy and enjoying yourself, if you weren’t laughing, he wouldn’t stop until you were.

P ⇴ PDA

He tended to get a bit shy when it came to affection in public, he’d usually hold your hand or the small of your back, but that would usually be it. It was the same in interviews too, he’d answer questions about you, but would never gush about you too much out of fear of doing or saying the wrong thing in response.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Anything that came to mind, Baekhyun would ask you about. He loved to talk about the most random things with you, just to initiate a bit of conversation. It would drive you crazy sometimes the random things that he came out with.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

For special occasions, Baekhyun loves to write songs for you. They’ll never be released, as he loves to keep them between the two of you. He’ll spend hours sat at his piano trying to come up with the perfect song just for you. He’ll always turn red as soon as he shows them to you, his cheeks will be bright red throughout the whole song, but when it’s done, you’ll definitely show him how appreciative you are of it.

S ⇴ SEX

He’s a mess during intimate moments, whilst he loves being close and affectionate with you, it also makes him super shy. He likes to dominate, but it often ends with you being a little more of the dominate one as Baekhyun hides his flushed cheeks in the crook of your neck. Afterwards, he’ll let you know exactly how he feels once the butterflies have disappeared and he can go back to being his usual self.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Baekhyun isn’t a big fan of a text, he much prefers to call you and hear the sound of your voice. If he texts, it will usually be something quick and unimportant, he doesn’t worry too much about you responding quickly either.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were the greatest gift in Baekhyun’s life. He struggled often to sum up how important you were to him, it was a feeling that very few people could understand, but you and he knew, and that was what was important.

V ⇴ VACATION

Baekhyun tried to take you away often, even if it was just a couple of days away in Seoul. Whilst he enjoyed staying at home, he also loved adventuring with you and taking you away so that he could show you how appreciative he was of the fact that you were so understanding of how crazy his life could be.

W ⇴ WHINING

He tended to whine when he wanted something, it was usually when his childish nature would come out to play, he’d go on and on until he got what he wanted.

X ⇴ XXXXX

His kisses are very frequent, if he can feel himself beginning to blush, he’ll often kiss you to distract you or hide his cheeks. Whenever he has his arms around you, it feels natural to him to also have his lips pressing against you. His kisses often very depending on the mood, sometimes they’ll just be light, quick pecks, other times he’ll linger and press against you more powerfully so you can receive as much of his love as possible.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the one he’d always searched for.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Night-time was usually when the two of you would stay up and talk the most. You’d spend hours some nights just talking about random things, curled up in each other’s arms with your legs intertwined in with each other.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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peanut butter balls w clyde

A/N: ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ANGEL... @maybe-your-left I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF! I AM NOW GOING TO UNSUBSCRIBE TO MY OWN BLOG..

Warnings: Voyeurism, BLUE BALLS, tw: pregnancy, tw: breeding kink, cum eating, masturbation, dirty talk, also sweet talk because Clyde is baby, cowgirl style, fondling those BIG BALLS, copious amounts of description of horsecocks, copious amounts of cum (just a swimming pool size full of his cum if you will), just pure fuckin’ smut and fluff because I cannot get off the DadBod train tonight or ever (thank you @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather I love you forever), tw: mentions of somnophilia, tw: I am back on my bullshit and better than ever bitches!

The clock read five in the morning as he stared it down menacingly. Having just gotten home from the bar to your sleeping form peacefully huddled against his pillow, inhaling the sweet scent of him while he slaved away at work.

He laid down gingerly, careful not to disturb you as he knew you hadn’t been sleeping too well given the state you had been in over the first few weeks of it all. The vomiting, the tears, the rush of hormones coupled with outbursts of anger and pain from your breasts had all been weighing on you.

He gave you your space, knowing from his research that the second trimester would be so much different. Hoping the book wasn’t lying to him about that and waiting as patiently as he could for you to come around.

Those nights he’d find you keeled over the toilet, cursing his name as he stumbled through the door of the trailer. He hated all of it, wishing he could take the ugly parts away for you. But he knew, and so did you, that it was all for the greatest adventure yet, so it was worth the endless tears and heartburn.

So, on nights like tonight, he’d rub the stray hair from your face, peeking under the covers to place a gentle hand on that growing bump of yours, hoping soon he’d feel a little kick as he teared up thinking about how amazing you were for growing this precious baby.

He loved you even more than he could count on his fingers and toes, and when you’d both found out, it was both a sigh of relief and joy as you both finally had the thing you’d been afraid wasn’t possible. It was perfect. Except on these nights when he couldn’t sleep.

When he ached for your luscious cunt enveloping his after a long day’s work. He wouldn’t dare wake you up for it, for fear of the mama bear wrath, but godammit did he wish you were having just as tough a time sleeping as he was.

He tossed and turned, the light of the clock seemingly getting brighter as he huffed around in the bed. Clad in only his boxers, as he kicked off the sheets in a fit of frustration, his tent very apparent as he adjusted his blue balls in between his thighs, the burning sensation causing a low hiss to leave his mouth.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, getting up with his good hand to sit his huge frame on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face in it as he let out another heavy sigh.

He strained up, cracking his back as he meandered to the living room and then the kitchen. Shuffling to the kitchen window, he huffed, looking out into the blackness of the early morning, thinking about making himself something to eat to curb his lack of sleep.

He padded over to the fridge, grabbing his favorite huckleberry jelly out of the side door, then the pantry to get his bread and peanut butter. Laying out a paper plate as he slowly opened the drawer to grab a knife, making damn sure he didn’t make a peep as he slathered the contents together. He pulled the stool out from the island, straining himself to not scoot it too loud on the tile while he devoured his sandwich in the light of the kitchen.

He looked around, reaching for some chips you’d left out on the counter earlier, crinkling the bag to get a few out before he became thirsty. He strained back up, the pain in his balls returning with every movement as they hit his meaty thighs.

“Jesus,” he whispered, gripping them in his hand before he took another step, “I gotta do somethin’ ‘bout this,” gritting out as he got the gallon of juice out of the fridge to cop a swig from it, knowing if you had witnessed it he’d be in the biggest trouble.

Letting out a huge sigh and a burp, he got back on the stool and finished the rest of his five AM snack, still feeling that dulled pain in his lower half as he tossed the remaining things in the trash and plopping on the couch to turn on the TV as he still didn’t feel tired.

He mindlessly flipped through the channels, settling on a sitcom before wincing in another sharp pain as he adjusted himself, legs spread wide on the couch. His cock still half-hard knowing your half-naked ass was laying in bed, no doubt the wetness building up from your sleep. He loved surprising you in the morning, feeling that slicked up pussy as he would snake a hand or his tip in between your folds, waking you up in the best way he could think of.

His dick twitched at the thought, his hand sliding in his briefs as he gripped his thick girth at its base, unveiling it in the brightness of the TV.

His chest heaved, the sensitivity that had built up over weeks of nothing was too much for him to take at this point. Spitting on his large hand as he spread the slick over himself, his dripping tip mixing with his saliva as he traced his bulged out veins along his shaft.

Throwing his head back at the feeling, wishing it wasn’t his hand fucking himself, and picturing that pretty mouth of yours covering him from stem to stern. He pumped his hand up and down steadily, setting the scene for himself while he closed his golden eyes.

You were perfect, knelt in between his thick thighs, kitten licking his tip and pecking sweet kisses on his tummy while he begged for you to do more. Your gorgeous eyes boring into his as your lashes fluttered in innocence licking a long stripe from the base to the tip. A beautiful moan escaping your lips as your tits hit his sensitive sac.

You grip his belly in your delicate hands, kneading and scratching at it for leverage while you shoved your mouth over his length, the gag escaping your chest causing his breath to hitch as he watched you take him like the good girl you were.

He thrusts on himself sped up, thinking of you bobbing your pretty head on his large cock, the spit, and tears streaming down your cheeks and jawline in a sloppy mess while he pushed up into you. Holding your pretty hair in an iron grip as he lead you down on him more, your one hand snaking down to grip his pained sac and rolling it in your fingers while he exhaled a groan at the sensation.

“Goddammit baby girl,” he gritted out, feeling the warming of his release creep up slowly as he kept his imagination running on and on. His eyes still closed as he jerked it on the couch, seemingly unaware of how loud he truly was in the moment.

You had woken up a few minutes after he’d begun, leaning in on the doorframe as you bit your lip looking at your big bear going to town in the living room. His thick cock making the drippage seep out of your bare cunt as you tried to keep as quiet as possible.

He kept up with his thoughts, blissfully unaware of the mess he was making you feel in the moment. Your lower belly burning for him as you gripped the little bump that had become more apparent as of late.

Crossing your legs to avoid more leakage, you leaned your head on the frame as well, reveling in the sweet sounds your husband was making on the sofa. His grunts, curses, moans, and groans were enough to make you blush as he repeated your name over and over.

The strains getting more feral as he neared his orgasm. You inched forward just before he was about to burst, knowing the faces he made so well as you crawled on your hands in knees like a tiger stalking its prey.

“Holy s-shit, Y/N,” his low baritone muttered out, the speed on his angry cock had picked up as fervently as he could possibly go in the moment, his precious face conjuring up in all signs of pleasure as the sweat dripped from his temples, his teeth gritted while he tried to reach his edge.

You watched his hand move in tandem with his hips, moving just snuggly in between his tree-trunk thighs as he kept his motions going. Your eyes found those heavy balls of his, watching as they began to twitch from his end. In a fight or flight moment, your hand grabbed them, rolling them so sweetly and delicately as his eyes burst open in terror.

“Y/N?!” he jumped, the sensation pushing him over to squirt out a thick rope on his belly as you massaged his sac to the end of it all.

“That’s it, daddy,” you cooed, eyes hungry as he spurt out more and more cum from his tip, his heavy breaths coming in high as he winced more and more of his spend on himself, “cum all over the place big bear,” salivating as you saw the amount that has built up on his stomach.

“M-mother f-fuck d-darlin’,” he growled out, watching your eyes follow the load as you hunched over his softening cock.

Your lips touched the warm baby gravy, beginning to lick and suck every drop along with trails of hickeys on his precious tummy while your nails dug into his thighs, the crescents indenting on them as you finished your ministrations on him.

You lifted your head, licking your lips as you swallowed his whole load, showing your tongue after all was said and done.

“Where the hell were ya ‘bout five minutes ago?” he chuckled, catching his breaths as he watched you straddle his lap, your precious little bump touching his belly as you closed the gap on him.

“I was sleepin’ honey,” kissing his lips slowly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand coming to caress your taut skin in your midsection, tracing slow circles as you kissed his forehead, “but I got woken up to a growling bear in the living room,” raising an eyebrow as you leaned back to meet his timid gaze.

“‘M sorry darlin’,” he whispered, “I jus’ couldn’t sleep an’ I didn’t want ta wake ya up on account a ya not gettin’ that good a sleep lately,” his head bowing down in shame as he continued to avoid eye contact.

“Honey,” you pushed him to meet you again, “I know I ain’t been myself lately, an’ I’m sorry ‘bout that,” the pit in your stomach forming as his pout surfaced on his face, “but if ya needed somethin’ I woulda done it… No matter how late it was,” smiling as you pushed some stray hairs from his sweet face.

“Psh,” he huffed, rolling his eyes slightly at the thought of waking you from a dead sleep, “baby girl, I ain’t ‘bout ta wake ya up fer ya to suck me off fer ten minutes so I can sleep,” he chuckled.

“Why not? I know you’d do that fer me in a heartbeat,” cocking your head to the side as you took in his toothy grin.

“‘Cause I ain’t gonna wake up a mama bear,” laughing out loud as he smoothed a hand on your lower back, “I don’t wanna get bit darlin’!” pulling you into a huge hug as you both laughed.

“Well,” you got up from the couch, extending a hand to pull your man to bed, “if ya want… This mama bear needs a lil’ lovin’ from her big daddy bear,” winking as you inched him back towards the bedroom, “an’ I got a hankerin’ fer some horsecock right ‘bout now,” pushing him onto the bed while you straddled his hips, removing your t-shirt to reveal your fullness to him.

His cock straining again under the weight of your slick cunt as it rubbed the length up and down from your grinding on him.

“Ya like whatcha see daddy?” whining as you lined your entrance with his tip, his groans enough to send you into another stratosphere as you swallowed him inch by painful inch.

“I love seein’ ma baby girl like this,” he strained again, gripping your hip in his hand as he pushed himself up into to you, “all full a me… It’s ma favorite thing in the world,” gritting out over your purrs for him.

The sensation was magical. His cock teasing your cervix with every knock as he grunted his motions out while you ground your sloppy pussy over his pubic hair. The movements hitting your engorged clit with every rub and tug from the both of you melting into each other.

“I love bein’ all full a you big bear,” wailing out as you gripped his huge tits in your hands, your own dangling in front of his face as the sound of wet slaps penetrated the room.

“Ya?” he growled out, setting an even more punishing pace as he watched your jaw drop and your gorgeous tits bounce, “ya want me ta keep ya like this? Breed ya ‘til ya can’t take it no more?” the words hitting your bud as your spine tingled in your impending orgasm.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Knew the words and the movements to get his baby whining and moaning like a complete whore under or over him. He may have been a simple country boy, but he knew his way around his wife, and what went straight into her cunt besides his large and in charge dick.

“G-Good G-God yes daddy!” the tears spilling as you rag-dolled over his large frame, the orgasm spilling over you in an unexpected wave as his words cut to your very core. His motions grew erratic upon feeling your flutters clench around him in the most delicious way.

He watched your eyes meet his again, the blackout you’d sustained fading away as overstimulation set in. His grip tightened even more as he began to spill into you, his relieved cries reverberating around the room as he felt your warm cunt suck up his spend.

“J-Jesus baby girl,” he groaned, his balls completely empty as you fell to the side of him in a thud, your breaths coming in tandem with his as he gazed at you.

“Ya alright mama?” he pet your growing bump with the utmost tenderness, “I didn’t hurt ya ‘er nuthin’ did I?” glancing a look down at your figure in a panic before your hand reached his cheek.

“Ya didn’t hurt me or the baby at all big bear,” caressing his cheek as you pecked his plush lips, “we’re jus’ fine,” smiling warmly as he exhaled a relieved sigh, his eyes fluttering in his impending tiredness.

“I think daddy needs ta go ta bed, whatchu think baby bear?” giggling slightly as a smile crept over his face in total relaxation, his circles slowing as he stilled his big paw over your baby.

“Goodnight daddy,” whispering on his forehead as his breath evened out, and his limbs went limp.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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[15:35] Minho and Chan - Part 2 ~ [M]

>>> Genre: Smut, filthy smut, threesome, exhibitionism, fingering, oral 9F receiving and M receiving)

>>> Pairing: Lee know x Fem!Reader x Chan

>>> Part ONE

Just as Minho had ordered you wore that exact skirt to dinner that night, smiling along with Felix as he told you one of the office stories you'd heard a million times before but went along with it since you were still waiting to be seated.

"Ahh Y/n! Felix, this way." Chan's arm rested on your waist casually as he walked you through the restaurant and over to a booth table,

"Ladies first," You slid into the booth and Minho met you one side and Chan at the other, great...You were sandwiched in right between your boyfriend and your boyfriends boss who had already told your boyfriend how hot he found you.

"Would you like a drink?" Chan asked everyone at the table but he directed the question at you,

"Just water, someone has to drive you all home tonight." Minho's hand fell down onto your thigh and you swallowed the lump in your throat as he used it to spread your legs just a little,

"You're quite right," Chan laughed going to make small talk with everyone else at the table while Minho leant closer to you and began whispering so that only you could hear him.

"You're such a good girl for me aren't you?" Before you could answer him Chan was facing you once again,

"So why has Minho kept you hidden for so long? Your talents exceed well above his department." You stammered for a couple of seconds wondering how he knew about your talents, the only people to have seen your portfolio at the company were Minho and Felix,

"I make it a priority to look into everyone Miss Y/l/n." Chan's hand fell onto your other thigh and your eyes darted to see if Minho had noticed but he hadn't, Chan squeezed a little and you coughed into your hand trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make you sound like an idiot.

"W-Well I just...I supposed Mr Lee has his reasons for it Sir," Minho's hand tightened on your skin as you used 'Sir' for someone that wasn't him and he hated it.

"I suppose he does, keeping someone as gorgeous as you all to himself though? Should be a crime." You laughed along with Chan and thanked the heavens that the waitress showed up when she did or you would have died on the spot.

"You alright Minho? You haven't said a word since we sat down." Felix smirked at Minho who just shot him a dirty look before turning to you again but you were now in a deep conversation with Chan.

Throughout the entire dinner, both of their hands were dancing dangerously close to one another and you didn't know how to shake Chan off without being offensive or to tell Minho without causing a scene.

"Excuse me." You said as you waited for Minho to move, you walked over to the toilets to go and splash some cold water in your face, it would be a lie if you were to say that both of their hands on you weren't sending your mind into a frenzy.

"Finally alone," You jumped turning around to see Chan standing in the bathroom,

"This is the ladies room," You stuttered but he didn't care, he walked closer to you and placed his hand on your cheek running his thumb over it and smirking as your cheeks started to heat up.

"Do I make you nervous baby girl?" A pool was sent to your core at the nickname that fell from his lips, you couldn't think of words. Only thoughts of him bending you over and taking you on the counter filled your head.

"Use your words," His thumb ran over your bottom lip and he pulled it from between your lips.

"They'll know we're up to something," You whispered not wanting to do this to Minho, you loved him and nothing was going to change that. You shuffled past Chan who smirked at you, watching the way you walked away from him and wanting nothing more than to take you right there against the door with your skirt hiked up to your hips like he'd seen in the video Minho sent him. Tonight was going to be a fun night so he followed you out.

"What took you so long baby?" Minho asked when you got back into the seat next to him his hand fell onto your lap instantly and you downed the drink that was in your space.

"I sent Chan that video, by the way, he likes the way you cry out my name." He whispered to you his fingers trailing up your skin before dipping towards your clit and he smirked at how wet you were.

"You're soaking baby, did Chan catch up to you in the bathroom." Your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers graced your sensitive clit.

"I did, I make her nervous." You whimpered as Chan's hand came into contact with your thigh next and they both pulled your thighs apart.

"W-We're surrounded by friends." You whispered to Minho but he chuckled and looked at you as he plunged two fingers knuckle deep into you and groaned lowly at how much you clenched around him already, Chan chuckled taking his thumb up to your clit just to torture you some more.

"I think she loves this, look at her. Not even trying to push us away Minho, you've got a good one." Chan chuckled to you before going back to having a normal conversation with Felix. Minho took this moment to pump his fingers faster and harder out of you, curling them up so you could feel everything and bring you closer to your release.

"You like Chan's thumb there? Rubbing you so much until you cum?" You glared at Minho and clenched around him as you felt your orgasm approaching,

"S-Stop, I-I can't." You begged him knowing that you couldn't keep quiet, your hands dug into his arm but Minho quickened his pace,

"Cum. Right fucking now." Minho order at you, your head rested on his shoulder and you started laughing to cover up that you were going to cum, you bit down on his shoulder as your orgasm hit you like a wave,

"Fuck." You whispered into his shoulder your hips bucking against the seat as you tried to come down from your high, your legs shaking as you came around his fingers in a way you never had before. Chan pulled his hand away and brought his hand up to his mouth sucking on his fingers and smirking at you and Minho.

"You never told me she was a squirter, we're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

You didn't even make it into penthouse apartment properly until you were slammed against a nearby wall by Chan who ripped the skirt from your waist not wanting to waste time anymore, he'd needed you since you walked into that conference room. Minho's blood boiled as he watched Chan run his fingers up and down your folds, his folds. You belonged to him, not to Chan. You were his but yet there was nothing he could do to stop his boss from touching you like this that wouldn’t result in either of you getting fired.

"Minho, how long have you been keeping her to yourself, baby girl is so tight around my fingers." Your hands gripped onto the wall as you whimpered out his name turning your head over your shoulder to make eye contact with Minho while another man fucked you with his fingers.

"You like this? Me fucking you with my fingers while you stare at your...? What are you and Miss Y/l/n?" His fingers stayed still and you whimpered as you caught the look on Minho's face as he saw you at someone else's beck and call. Someone else torturing the way he knew how to do perfectly, he was the one had discovered how to push your every button.

"She's my girlfriend," Minho said through gritted teeth, you cried out as Chan added a third finger into you and you started whining once he began to pump his fingers mercilessly in and out of you. Chan began tutting,

"You know as well as I do Minho that personal relationships are forbidden at the workplace." You hissed as he continued to pump his fingers roughly, the palm of his hand coming into contact with your clit with every thrust of his wrist,

"F-Fuck, Chan I love him! He loves me!" You cried out as you came around his fingers locking eyes with Minho as you came down from your second high of the night. You fell limp and on the floor, Chan wiped his fingers on his trousers and watched as Minho rushed to your side to make sure you were okay,

"I'm fine, a little fucked out but I'm okay." You whispered kissing his lips as he brought your face close to his, Chan shook his head at the two of you

"If you get caught-"

"I know." Minho snapped looking at you and smiling sadly, you were worth everything. If getting caught resulted in him being fired than so be it, you were worth it,

"I know," He repeated calmly tipping your head up and smiling as you lazily closed your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder.

"You should get her home, I'm sorry I took things too far but that video." Chan groaned and you giggled pathetically at them too tired to laugh.

"You sent the video?" Minho smirked as you started to come back to your regular needy self,

"Feeling needy baby girl?" You hummed and looked at Minho and then over at Chan as if asking permission to get fucked by his boss,

"He ruined my skirt, I should get more than a finger fuck than that." Chan laughed at you and licked his teeth looking at Minho who was already staring at you,

"She's greedy huh?" Minho nodded at his boss and you started crawling over to Chan, palming him through his trousers.

"I can't leave you here with this now, I wouldn't be a very good employee now, would I? Sir?" His heard rolled backwards as you pulled down his trousers in a swift movement and took him into your mouth. The feeling of your warm mouth around his length made him moan out,

"Ugh shit." His hands worked their way into your hair and you stared up at him with innocent eyes, Minho came up behind you and slapped your ass,

"You're in for a long night baby girl," Chan groaned as you gagged around his length moaning around him as you felt Minho slap your ass once again.

"A long night," Minho confirmed. You knew just how overprotective and jealous Minho could get so there was no way it was going to be an easy night on you.

"N-Need you." You said as you pulled away from Chan a string of saliva connecting your lip to the cock of his tip,

"You're so desperate, it's cute." Chan cooed rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip and pushing the mixture of precum and saliva back into your mouth and grunting when you sucked on his thumb.

"I think Chan should get to taste you, first baby." Chan looked down to Minho who was rubbing your ass where he'd been slapping and nodded.

"You want that baby girl? You want daddy to taste you while you suck off your master?" You nodded desperately and the men switched positions and Chan moaned out looking at how wet you were.

"Beg for it," He teased as he dropped down behind you and ran a finger up and down your folds,

"P-Please," You begged quietly and he tutted shaking his head and plunging one finger into you.

"Louder." He ordered and you whimpered at him,

"Please just eat me out." He smirked before coating his fingers in your arousal and began pumping them in and out of you at a faster pace,

"Feel good baby girl?" He mumbled but before you could reply he placed his fingers with his tongue and began eating you out sloppily, you cried out but your mouth was filled with Minho's cock making him groan as your moans vibrated around him. You could already feel your third orgasm building up and you looked up at Minho through your lashes as you contracted around Chan's tongue.

"She's gonna cum," Minho chuckled darkly and pulled out of your mouth letting you cry out and clutch into the carpet flooring as you felt your approaching high coming but just like that it was gone. Chan let go of you and you were left with nothing, your orgasm fading away as you whined out.

The bed shifted as Minho knelt in front of you and sat back on his ankles,

"Chan's gonna fuck you just this once, alright?" You nodded, mouth-watering at the thought of him fucking you from behind. The bed shifted again and you felt Chan's tip at your entrance, you hissed as he slowly pushed into you the stretch wasn't too bad but you whined out as he held himself still,

"Minho needs some attention doll," You looked at Minho and took hold of his cock, flicking your tongue along the slit of his head before taking him into your mouth. As soon as you began to bob your head Chan began to thrust in and out of you, your hips jerked to help him hit your sweet spot.

"Fuck." Minho groaned putting his hand in your hair and pulling you down so he could hit the back of your throat, Chan groaned as he felt you clench around him as he thrust in and out of you.

"So tight princess, you're so good for both of us aren't you?" You felt your body twitch as you got closer to your third orgasm of the night and you looked up at Minho pleadingly.

"She wants to cum," He chuckled grunting when you took his balls into your hand and began playing with then. Chan began to thrust faster and you decided to bob your head in an attempt to keep up with his pace.

"Ugh-Shit." Chan groaned as he felt you contracting once again, you moaned around Minho as your orgasm hit you like a hurricane, washing over you and making your hips buck backwards against Chan's, a few more well-timed jerks from Chan and he came undone inside of you making you whimper around Minho when he pulled out.

"Oh fuck," Minho grunted looking at you as you stared up at him with teary eyes, he came into your mouth and you swallowed around him, pulling off and licking your lips.

"Such a good girl." He complimented as you began to lick him clean and then pant heavily as you laid back on the sheets. Chan kissed the top of your head and then looked at Minho nodding at him,

"I'll keep it all a secret if anyone comes close to discovering I'll throw them off." You smiled and rolled over to lay your head on Minho's lap,

"You might as well stay for the night, I'll send someone out for a new skirt for Y/n. Goodnight." With that, he left the room and Minho took your chin between his finger and thumb.

"Mine. You're all mine, you hear that?" You smiled sleepily.

"All yours Minho."

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h2bakugou · 4 years

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hey i love your blog!! may i request hcs w/ bakugou, shoto, and deku with a s/o who zones out a lot? like they can be in a middle on a convo and just space out unintentionally. like they’re aware of their surroundings but it feels like they’re out of their body?? if that makes any sense haha. thank u!!

a/n: hii! tysm <3 ! of course hun, i do be zonin out a lot, probably because i get bored really easily. i also just finished season 2 of haikyuu and i have become the biggest simp for almost every character

headcanon: them with a s/o who zones out often

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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katsuki bakugou

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Bakugou doesn’t really understand how you zone out so much.

He could be talking to you and he’ll just notice your eyes shift. He’ll be a little confused the first few times, but he gets used to it.

It’s not a bad thing by no means, Bakugou just learns that you zone out, and he can’t complain ‘cause he does it all the time when Deku wants to talk to him.

Bakugou does get sort of irritated when he’s trying to talk to you and it happens, but after you come back from your little out of body experience, you’re all ears.

“Oi! Are you still listening?!” Bakugou grumbles, his hands resting on your shoulders.

You shake your head, coming back from your trance-like state.

“Sorry!” You apologize, leaning your head forward on his forehead.

“I promise, I’m listening now.” You look into his red eyes, a small smile on your lips.

“Alright.” Bakugou comments, repeating what he said, this time, all your attention on him fully.

Big man says he hates it, but it makes him feel better to see you space out around everyone else so he knows it isn’t just something you do because you don’t like him, or listening to him.

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki is oblivious. And he probably zones out too.

Repressed memories are one of the biggest traps to get zoned-out thinking about how many times you could’ve changed that situation with a different outcome.

Todoroki doesn’t really mind you zoning out, it happens to everyone. The only time Todoroki gets upset is when it happens during something serious (which is rare because usually you’re focused, and in the heat of a battle the last thing you’d want to do is die because you were staring at the villain for five minutes.)

Todoroki is really nice about it, when it happens during conversations, because he’s done the same thing before.

“Hey, love?” Todoroki’s voice is soft, his hand holding yours gently, squeezing your hand ever so slightly to bring you out of your little zone-out.

“Huh, oh sorry.” You shake your head, realizing your surroundings were the same.

“We should probably get back to studying.” Todoroki says softly, pulling you into his lap.

“Is this better? Are you comfy?” He’ll make sure you’re 100% situated before continuing.

If you ever feel like you’re going to zone out again, you’ll kiss him. It’s the perfect way to show how much you love him, and it’s something so surreal, you can only do it when you’re not zoning out.

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izuku midoriya

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Midoriya mumbles, and gets off track a lot, being the biggest fanboy, I could see him zoning out some too.

When you zone-out around Midoriya, he’s probably really worried at first, wondering if you’re okay, trying to see if you’re still alive.

But when you come to after he shakes you a few times, you explain that you zone out a lot.

Midoriya begins to come up with situations to help with it, but they all fail horribly, but it’s a sweet gesture.

If you zone out during a conversation, Midoriya is taken aback at first, but he quickly realizes what’s happening.

To pull you out, he’ll simply just hug you, or shake your shoulders a bit.

“Huh?” You come to, your arms wrapped around Midoriya as he hugs you.

He pulls away and kisses you.

It’s short and sweet, but it gets your attention.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, it’s fine!” He reassures you.

It’s back to doing whatever it was you were doing beforehand, most likely studying or just hanging out.

Midoriya will 100% rub his thumb on your shoulder or play with your hair while you cuddle and watch movies. It’s something he picked up on, you usually come to when he does that, it keeps you focused.

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kylosupremeimagines · 4 years

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Clyde Logan A-Z Fluff

(Special thanks to @driversmutbucket for helping me with this!)

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?) Pet names, oh god, the amount of pet names that man has for you. At the beginning of your relationship you actually thought he had forgotten your name. Darling, sweetheart, baby, doll, sweetness, sweetie, honey, precious, angel, pumpkin, sweet pea....etc Clyde Logan is one affectionate teddy bear. He is so sweet with you that he gets teased about it by his friends and family- Jimmy often pretends to vomit. In public he makes it know that you are his woman.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you) Even if it’s a little cheesy, one of his best memories would be his first date with you, no matter how long he knew you beforehand. It shows that you have an interest in being more than just friends with him and gives him hope for a future family. He will remember even the smallest of details such as which way your hair is parted.

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious) Dog, he loves their loyalty and unwavering affection, although he doesn’t have one of his own, he would love to have one eventually. It would be comforting to know you had a protector when he was working long nights at the bar.

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?) It is simple, really. A big family. With you.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?) If he isn’t working, Clyde loves having dinner with you, then snuggling up on the sofa with you and reading. Enjoying the peace and just being with you.

F = first date (what was it like?) He wanted to do something extremely special so he brought you out to a lake, planning a cute little picnic. There wasn’t really anyone else around and he brought your favorite foods, so it was perfect. He even brought some wine, but wouldn’t make you drink it if you’re not a fan or don’t drink alcohol. He manages to kiss you, and stars was it the most loving kiss you could ever share with someone.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?) He’ll laugh at just about any hilarious thing someone does, and certainly shows his teeth in that wide, amazing grin of his. His laugh sounds genuine to his entertainment, coming deep from the chest.

H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?) Clyde Logan is a goddamn teddy bear. He gives the best hugs. Warm, firm and enveloping. He loves cuddling you, he could all day. Sometimes he does. He isn’t particularly cuddly with other people, being a bit shy. You know once he has babies of his own he will hardly put them down due to all the cuddles he will be giving.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?) Considering that he only has one hand, he can’t exactly play any instruments. But if he used to play, it most likely would’ve been an acoustic guitar. Though now he still can sing pretty decently.

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?) Family. It’s all he really needs to be happy in life. He would give every ounce of love to his family to the point some people believe it’s a bit excessive. However he would not care about their opinion as his family and the ability to love them gives him more joy in life than he knows what to do with.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?) Clyde can be quite the mix with his kisses. Usually he will be loving with them, not afraid to show you physical affection. He’ll run his thumb over your cheek as he leans down to deepen it, lips dancing passionately against yours. He loves that one second yet meaningful good morning kiss.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush) Jimmy once referred to it as “love drunk”. When he met you he was completely distracted, couldn’t think of anything else but you, and he told you as much. He would mess up drinks at work- something he never did, trip over his own feet when he saw you and be unable to form sentences.

“My brother is damn love drunk on ya y/n, it’s like aliens have removed half his brain.” Jimmy Logan

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?) Over your time together, his favorite will end up being your wedding day. It symbolizes that you truly will spend the rest of your lives together. And it would make one great day. Imagine the sex that night with Clyde 😉

N = no (what is their pet peeve?) Clyde likes to know where you are and that you are safe. He hates it when you don’t let him know your plans, or don’t answer your phone or reply to his messages. He will work himself into a state, thinking the Logan curse has struck again if you don’t get in touch in a timely manner.

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?) To be a father. That’s the ultimate for Clyde. He is happy running Duck Tape, and doesn’t yearn for anything beyond that in his career but being a father? Dream job.

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?) An absolute bloody pushover. He will spoil his kids rotten, shower them in love and affection and let them know they are goddamn miracles to him. Clyde will be the kind of dad that has your children’s friends wishing he was their dad. Your place will always be filled with your children’s friends, noisy and happy.

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines) He isn’t too sure what to believe but considering he’s a firm believer in the so called Logan Family Curse, it’s probably safe to say that he does believe in something. He gave into the old ghost stories his siblings would tell him as a kid and it would scare him shitless. He refuses to deny the existence of some intelligent life out there in space. And the list goes on.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?) Clyde May doubt how well he can express his love, but sometimes he can do so without even trying. You can see the love in his every action, ever facial expression, every gesture. He will remind you how much he cares and do little things for you. Although sometimes it’s with advice from Mellie, he plans the best dates for you. And man the list goes on.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail) You. It doesn’t matter if he’s physically with you or you pop into his thoughts, you will make him smile each time without fail. Overall his family will do the same as it’s the most important thing to him.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average) Clyde adores you beyond belief but he knows how to keep his boundaries. He wants to be around you as often as he can but knows when to back off. It’s not like he can’t handle being away from you as long as he knows that you’re doing alright and are safe.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable) Clyde has the tendency to pay more attention to how others are doing before he checks in with himself. He asks you a lot how you’re doing, sometimes to the point where it’s a few times an hour. It can leave you to worry about him when he’s neglecting himself.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?) Opposes to video, he’s more likely to take photos. Why why put together a whole photo album that you can look back on years down the road and reminisce about your life together with the family?

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?) The wedding would more than likely be out in the woods right by the family’s cabin. All your friends and family would be there, Little Sadie would be the flower girl, and Clyde would be more handsome in that suit than he’s ever been. Overall it would be a great time, and you’d even be able to stay at the cabin for your honeymoon if you wanted. Though, he will feel a little off not having the ring on the traditional finger so you two decided that you too would wear yours on your right ring finger.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?) Not that it should be anything for him to be embarrassed about, but he has a huge soft spot for animals. He had a dog he adored in his childhood, and a lot of other pets that came in and out of his family’s lives. He wouldn’t be opposed to having a few animals with you; though he wants to get at least one dog.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything) Other men perving on his woman. RIP them, cause he will go straight up feral on their ass.

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons) Clyde is always happy to wake up when you are in his bed. He loves those slow lazy mornings where you cuddle and make love lazily. His sleeping is a bit all over the place. Sometimes he sleeps incredibly heavily, other times restlessly, especially if you aren’t there. He still has occasional PTSD nightmares from his service. Luckily they are becoming less frequent.

#Clyde Logan #Clyde Logan X Reader #Clyde Logan Reader Inserts #Clyde Logan Headcanons #Adam Driver

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todoroki-waifu · 3 years

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ayoo! I saw that requests were open so here I am! Anyways can I requests that there's a fem reader that is best friends with todoroki and he's dating (anyone) and one day when class 1a is chilling in the living room having a movie night and a kid from the future time travel there and everyone is confused asf and sooner or later it comes out that the child was todoroki's and the readers child and everyone's like damn cuz yk he has a whole s/o next to him LMFAOSJJ IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO CONFUSUNG😭😭

I’m so sorry this is so late! 😢 Thank you so much for your request! And it wasn’t confusing. This was an interesting one. If I did misinterpret it wrong, I’m sorry! Lol hope you like it ^^

Note: __(u/s) will stand for unknown/unnamed significant other for Todoroki.

Todoroki x F! Reader (kind of?)

Word Count: 1,987

Genre: Angst, slight fluff, sci-fi, maybe a little fantasy? (whatever time travel would fall under)

Warnings: Female reader and Todoroki with a gender neutral s/o.

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Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, __(u/s), and Jirou were preparing snacks for class 1a's weekly movie night. Iida, Midoriya, and Jirou were the first to leave the kitchen, bringing with them cups, beverages, napkins, straws, and disposable plates. While Todoroki finishes up placing a variety of chips into different bowls, he looks over at his __(u/s).

He smiles fondly at them, walking over to his partner and wrapping his arms around them.

"Need any help?"

"T-todoroki-kun! You scared me." __(u/s) was concentrated on microwaving the popcorn at the correct temperature, afraid of triggering the fire alarm.

"Really? Am I that frightening?" He pouts slightly.

"Not at all! I guess my mind was elsewhere. I wanted to make sure that I didn't burn the popcorn." __(u/s) laughed sheepishly before pecking his cheek.

Both heads turn towards the kitchen entrance when they hear the sound of steps entering.

"Relax! Just me." You saw their slightly stiffened look. They were a fairly new couple so they were still getting used to showing their affection in front of other people. Todoroki and his partner were only comfortable around you, being that you're his best friend.

You've known him for a while and have been there for almost an entirety of his childhood and up to now. He still has yet to tell his significant other about his past, the poor boy afraid of scaring his current lover.

Well, he'll tell them some day. Just not right now. But that was how much Todoroki trusted you.

He was also so grateful that __(u/s) was comfortable around you. __(u/s) knew of his and your relationship and although they were a bit weary of you in the beginning, they ended up loving you later on. You proved that you retained no feelings for the half and half student and that you had the same intentions as the rest of class 1a. Which was to be his loyal and supportive friend.

"Didn't mean to interrupt. Mina and Toru wanted some ice cream." You quickly went to the freezing, grabbing two tubs of the frozen dessert along with two huge spoons.

"Don't take too long, bestie. I want to get some cuddles with __(u/s), too." You joked as you walked out to the common area.

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Midoriya saw you approaching the group and was the first to assist you.

"Here, let me get that." He grabs the two cold containers, placing it on the table. "Who wants which flavors?"

He calls out to the gang while a few responded back and you helped the All Might fanatic. Once you finish passing out the bowls, Todoroki and his partner come out with a few salty snacks to add to the menu.

You sat in between Midoriya and __(u/s) on the floor with a plate full of assorted goods. Todoroki and __(u/s) share a bowl of chips and ice cream, the couple feeding each other occasionally. You smile at your best friend, so happy for him.

Although you were a bit jealous that he found love before you. You felt like a third wheel whenever both of them would ask you to hang out.

Oh well. Romance will come whenever the time is right. Besides, you weren't that focused on relationships nor did you really have anyone in particular that you liked.

Your thoughts refocused on the blaring music coming from the TV, indicating the start of the movie. You excused yourself after a while, heading to the kitchen to grab some more water bottles for yourself and for a few.

When you reach the kitchen door, a small swirl of blue energy blocks your way. You watch as the ball of energy expand and white electrifying rays spread from the center. Before you could react, the energized orb immediately explodes, the blast causing you to fall onto your bottom. Not only did you feel the force push you back, but you felt a sudden weight holding you down.

"__(y/n)! Are you okay?" Midoriya and Bakugou are the first to respond to the blast with Todoroki not too far behind them.

"Y-yeah, I think so?" You replied, carefully sitting up. You look down at the weight on your lap, noticing it to be a small child with ___(hair color) hair and a single streak of white and red. When they peer up, you see dark grey and light blue eyes staring back at you.

"Mommy?" The child blinked up at you then smiled brightly. "Mommy! I found you!"

"M-m-mommy!?" You screeched out, feeling the little one embrace you tightly.

"You're a mother?" Uraraka chimed in.

"I didn't know I was one!"

"Mommy, where did your big belly go? Did my little sister finally come out? Where is she? I want to meet her! I'm so excited to be a big sister!"

"Excuse me!? Little sister?"

"You had another baby?" Hagakure gasps loudly.

"How? I never got pregnant! I don't even have a boyfriend nor am I seeing anyone!" You answered her back then sighed loudly. "H-hey kid, ummm, first off, are you okay?" You wanted to make sure this tiny stranger wasn't injured.

"Yes, mommy! I'm okay."

"Alright, well, I hate to tell you this but I'm not your mom. But maybe I can find her for you?"

"What do you mean? Why do you say that? Of course you're my mom!" Her eyes begin to fill with tears.

"It's just kind of impossible. Listen, you said that I had a big belly and you were waiting for your little sister, but right now, I don't have that big belly. I didn't even know you were having a sibling."

"M-mommy, are you-you j-joking? It's not funny! Waah!" Your future daughter begins to cry loudly and you immediately hug her.

"Don't cry! Everything will be alright! We're going to find your mommy, okay?" You look around the room to your classmates, sending them a pleading look.

"Hey man, that's your brat." Bakugou stuffs his hands into his pocket, about to not involve himself in your little dilemma. He didn't have patience for children at the moment.

"Bakugou!" You scolded him. "She's not a brat. She's just lost and scared. Take it easy on her. And if you want to be a hero, help me find the kid's parents. Isn't that what a hero is supposed to do?"

"I ain't no babysitter!"

"Dude, that's not manly at all! Let's help them out." Kirishima places a hand on his blonde friend's shoulder.

"Time travel!" Midoriya blurts out of nowhere. Once he receives his classmates' confused gazes, he finally begins to clarify. "I think she's really your daughter, __(y/n). She looks a lot like you and she seems really attached to you. She must've came here from the future when that blast happened. That's the only plausible explanation."

"I'm sorry that everything is confusing and scary right now, but I think I figured out what's going on." Midoriya squats beside you and your daughter, placing his hand on her back. Your daughter sniffles a couple times before looking at the green haired boy.

"Uncle Deku? How... how come you're so small?" She wipes her eyes while he could hear a few snickering in the background.

"Yes, well, I'm sure you're noticing that everyone is different. It's because-"

"Daddy!" Your daughter gasps loudly when she finally sees Todoroki. She jumps out from your arms and rushes to the dual quirk user, holding her tiny arms up to him. Todoroki blinks at the child, unsure of what to do.

"Huh? How come you're not holding mommy's hand?" She notices Todoroki's fingers linked with __(u/s).

"D-daddy?! You mean, Todoroki-kun is the father?" Midoriya shrieks at the reveal.

"W-what?" __(u/s) frowns deeply, slowly slipping their hand away from Todoroki. "You mean, you and __(y/n)? But I thought that... "

"Wait, no, that is impossible. She must have me mistaken for someone else. __(y/n) and I do not harbor any feelings for one another nor do we share any children together. Please believe me." Todoroki attempts to grab __(u/s)'s hands, but they back away quickly.

"Yeah! Shouto's right! We're only best friends. That's it. You know that. How can we have a kid together when we're not even a couple? He likes you; not me. I might be single, but I'm really not interested in anyone at the moment."

"Daddy, what is going on? I thought you love mommy?" Your poor daughter was unknowingly exacerbating the situation.

"I... I gotta go." __(u/s) starts to gather their things.

"Please, wait." Todoroki grabs their arm but they pull back suddenly.

"Don't, Todoroki. This is too much. I don't think I can continue this." He tries to plead with them to stay, but __(u/s) shakes their head. "Just, please leave me alone. And please don't contact me. Either of you." ___(u/s) eyes both you and Todoroki.

Your best friend watches sadly as __(u/s) leaves, the room being weighed down by the silent tension. It was only when Denki utters a word that brought back the noise.

"Damn... " The electric hero feels a sudden, sharp jab to his right side. He looks at the source to find Jirou glaring at him.

"Mommy? Daddy?" The little one blinks at Todoroki and then at you, uncertain of what just transpired. You knew your best friend needed space to himself for now so you decide that you would approach him later. Besides, you felt like you were responsible for his breakup. You felt too embarrassed to face him.

So instead, you focus on your little girl, gently grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side. Midoriya begins to explain to your daughter why things were so different and she slowly begins to understand.

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Todoroki walks outside of the dorm building, situating himself on the first few steps. His mind tortures him by replaying the scene where his relationship crumbles. He doesn't understand. What could he have done to preserve his romance with ___(u/s)?

But then his mind directs him to his future daughter. Todoroki was a bit angry, yes, but he couldn't blame the young child seeing that she came from a very different timeline. It honestly wasn't her fault.

Then who's fault was it? His? Yours?

No, it was no one's. If he was truly meant to be with you, why wasn't he jumping for joy? Because at this point in time, he was simply not attracted to you. He honestly didn't understand how you two formed a family together.

Then his mind wanders elsewhere.

Would being around you continue to ruin his future relationships? Would he truly be happy if you ended up being his lifetime partner? According to his future child, you two were going to have another one so that had to mean something.

But he didn't love you.

Yes, he cared deeply for you and you both knew everything and anything about each other, but you and him had a different kind of bond.

Then the thought of sacrificing his friendship with you for the sake of his future relationships began to hurt his heart. But you'd understand, right? Todoroki wanted to find love eventually. He also did want to work everything out with __(u/s).

But would separating himself from you be the right answer? How would that affect the future? He felt so torn. He has a family with you in the future, but his heart does not yearn for you. And you don't love him back like that either.

Right?

As he thinks on his feelings for you, he goes back to when you two were children and when you first met. He remembers almost everything that you two shared together all the way up to the present.

The arguments. The late night study sessions. The dangerous villain encounters. The hero internships. The cultural festival. The laughter.

Your warmth. Your kindness. Your smile.

His heart slowly starts to beat faster.

But he didn't love you, right?

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icaruko · 3 years

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Gonkillu Week Day One: Rain/Sunshine

Killua looks down at the little pond. His reflection. Oh god how he hates that reflection. He can't stand it. His dirty face. Messy hair. Torn and baggy clothes. His dull eyes, void of any sign of life. Picking up a pebble, he throws it at his reflection. Causing a ripple, distorting the image. And then more ripples. Smaller ones. Sporadic. Killua looks up to the clouds, noticing the dark gray covering where the bright sun was just moments ago.

Rain. Killua likes the rain. It smells nice.

But unfortunately he can't stay there, getting soaked. So he lifts himself off of the little wooden bridge and goes over to the undisturbed gazebo in the park.

No one really comes here that often. Killua would think it's a shame, considering how beautiful it is. But he's glad that there isn't anyone here. He doesn't want to be seen. The last time he met a person didn't go so well. Killua's stomach grumbles for the umpteenth time that day, and he angrily tells it to shut the f up. He doesn't have any food to give it. He sighs, sitting on a bench. He pulls his knees up to rest his face on them, wrapping his arms around his shins.

Killua takes a deep breath. Tomorrow he should really look for some food. He may have to resort to scouring trash cans outside restaurants. But he's got to do what he's got to do. If he wants to survive.

Does he want to survive? That's a question Killua doesn't know the answer to. He doesn't necessarily want to die, at least. But he wouldn't mind it, either.

At least here in the gazebo, alone, he's at peace. The smell of rain, the sound. It's tranquility for him. Just Killua and the rain.

"Waaaah!" Killua flinches, hearing the voice of a boy. "Awe, it's really pouring out here!"

Killua gets up, and quickly hides underneath the bench. He shrinks up, fitting into such a small space thanks to his malnutrition and small form.

"Ah!" The boy comes running into the gazebo. "Thank god! I'll just stay here until it stops raining, heh."

Killua silently grumbles. He'll have to stay here underneath the bench for that long?

"Hm?" The boy tilts his head. "What are you doing down there?" Killua's eyes widen. He can see him? A scarlet blush covers Killua's face. Oh that's so embarrassing. "Are you okay?" The boy asks, kneeling next to Killua. "Oooooiiiiii!"

Killua frowns. Damnit. He pushes himself out of his safe little hiding spot to meet the boy eye to eye. And the blush darkens. In front of him is a beautiful boy with big sparkling eyes. A warm smile. White t-shirt, khakis, and a black zipper hoodie. It's those eyes that catch Killua off guard. How can someone have such beautiful golden honey eyes?

The boy cups Killua's face. "You're all dirty... do you wanna walk home together? Where do you live?"

Killua looks away. "I-I live h-here..."

"What?! Really?!" The boy gasps. "You don't have a home? W- then come home with me!"

"Huh?!"

The boy grins. "My name is Gon! You can come home with me! I'm sure my aunt wouldn't mind... she's always telling me I should bring more friends over or something..."

Should Killua even trust him? Though... what harm could he do? Would Killua even care if this boy ends up to be a serial killer? Nah.. he might just thank Gon for ending his miserable life.

"Alright..." Killua tightens his lips into a thin line.

Gon's eyes sparkle. "Really?! Yay! Let's just wait until this rain passes over..." Killua nods. "What's your name?" Gon asks.

"Killua..." Killua answers. "I-I don't know my last name..."

"Then you'll be Killua Freecss!" Gon grins. "That's my last name, haha..."

Killua's complexion just gets even redder. But he nods. "Okay."

Gon looks outside the gazebo. "It's stopped raining." He turns to Killua outstretching his hand. "Let's go?"

"Mhm." Killua takes his hand, being led outside. His eyes narrow as the bright sun hits his face. The rain was fleeting. But the pleasant scent remains. Killua takes a deep breath. Something about the sun on his skin and the scent of vacant rain just... hits different.

Killua stares at the boy leading him. Gon Freecss, was it? Yeah. He's weird. Who would meet a stranger and invite them into your home just like that? And- giving Killua his last name? Geezus Killua thought he might faint. But why did it make his heart flutter like that? Surely Killua doesn't...

"Here we are." Gon gets keys out of his pocket, unlocking the front door to his family's home. "Aunt Mitooooooo!"

A young woman peeks her head around a corner and she gasps when she sees Killua. "Gon who is this?!" She asks, running to him. She quickly starts examining Killua, causing Killua to cautiously tense up. "What happened, dear? Why are you so filthy?"

"I met him at the park!" Gon informs his aunt. "He doesn't have a home- he doesn't even know his last name so I gave him ours!"

Mito's mouth drops at the innocent confidence her nephews has. "Ah... so are you marrying him, then?" She asks with a smug smile, brushing something out of Killua's hair.

Gon turns red. "W- THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

Mito chuckles. "Go find some clothes for your future husband, dear. I'll draw a bath."

"Mito!!!" Gon puffs his cheeks out, totally embarrassed. She flicks her wrist, ignoring his whining as she goes upstairs. Gon turns back to Killua, who's equally red. "S-sorry about her."

"I-It's fine..." Killua holds his arm, looking down at his feet.

#gonkilluweek #gonkillu #pt1

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dolphin-enthusiast · 3 years

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Hii! Can I please have hcs of the bucci gang and trish with a s/o who’s a new gang member who’s very naive and a past member of la squadra? Basically bruno adopted her now that she was all alone. Oh and if you don’t do trish with them could you replace fugo with her? Thank you!

- Bruno would, as expected, be extremely cautious and EVEN more protective towards her to the point where the rest of the gang would be lowkey rolling their eyes at his over the top behavior at times. Sure, the man himself realizes that he can be just a tad bit too motherly, but it’s just that he loves her too much and the fact that she’s so gullible just makes him want to keep her far from harm’s way, yknow? That obviously doesn’t mean that Bruno does not trust her abilities, after all she’s STILL a gang member. However he feels responsible for her safety (as he does with the rest of the squad) and will do all in his power to at least keep a close eye on her whenever she’s out on a mission and such. Bruno will keep her at his side at all times, training and looking out for her constantly, the man merely chuckling at her puffed cheeks and cute little annoyed expression whenever she tells him that he “fusses over her too much”. But s/o knows all too well that the man means well and that he’ll even move mountains for her.

- Giorno would, as well, be hella overprotective of his s/o, only that he’d be just a little more lowkey compared to Bruno. And by that I mean he’s going to be mostly watching over her from the shadows and won’t step in or tell her anything unless it was a serious case or her safety was compromised. That being said, the main thing that Gio would be concerned over would be her naive demeanour, even if at the same time he admires her childlike innocence and overflowing kindness. To him she’s like a breath of fresh mountain air, her carefree attitude nothing less of a cure to all the suffering and death that constantly surrounds the man on a daily basis. Sure he DOES worry that some bad guy is going to take advantage of her naivety someday, and that’s exactly why he always makes sure that she’s able to defend and stand up for herself if the situation calls for it.

- Abbacchio is probably the one who’ll have the least patience in the beginning since, in his opinion, gullible and naive people have it coming. He may not have been too fond of her at first, and yet her kind and easygoing demeanour grew on him overtime, and here we a r e. No matter how nonchalant he tries to be, we all know that Abba is a deadass softie for his airhead s/o and will even sacrifice his own life for her, even if he still pretends to not care about her constantly teasing him for being “such a grandpa”, and yet the constant blush on the brooding man’s face tells s/o otherwise. The mere fact that he’s oh so often fussing over s/o’s safety and jumps in to protect her whenever a fight breaks out speaks louder than a thousand words about how much Abbacchio truly cares about her. Deep down he really does love just how “childish” and carefree she is, her constant affection being the best distraction in days where the sky is grayer than usual.

- Mista is head over fucking heels for her, no doubt about it. He fell for s/o the second he saw her feeding stray animals and helping poor people on the street, and we don’t talk about the time she dared him to chase her around the house just because she was wielding the last slice of pizza, the 2 of them causing a big ass commotion and breaking one of Bruno’s favorite plates in the process. Name a more iconic duo tbh bc these two radiate almost the same energy, and we all know that Mista is sure to fall for someone free spirited who can find humor in any situation and see the bright side. He won’t be as fussy as the rest of them because he knows that even if she’s pretty naive she can still kick ass, but be certain that if anyone ever dared to mess with her Mista is going to kick some MAJOR ass bitch. On another note, the man also lowkey enjoys “teaching” her how to be more intimidating at times just to clown her (and Abbacchio bc he loves giving him as the prime example of big and scary intimidating grandpa that only ever comes out of his crypt of a room to get food) in the process, Mista simply f e e d i n g off of her reactions.

- Fugo probably really vibed with her the second she joined the gang tbh. Although he isn’t “naive” per se, some things still get to him and can convince him to do brash decisions at times and so for the first time he felt as if someone TRULY understood him. Therefore, it’s no wonder that these 2 (albeit kinda awkwardly at first) ended up confessing to eachother eventually. Now Fugo is quite the anxious fussy type and will always be either clinging to her arm or just...tagging along whenever s/o leaves to run errands bc he’d hate for her to be fooled or worse: attacked by an enemy. However he still makes sure to give s/o space and a l w a y s tells her that she can always call him for backup if anything happens. S/o especially enjoys teasing Fugo for being so fussy and affectionate/clingy with her and only her, something that makes our tsundere boi right here flush and huff and puff whenever it happens.

- Narancia is probably the chillest bc have you seen the boi?? If Mista and Fugo instantly vibed w her, Nara over here thought that he had legit found his soulmate the instant he met her. He immediately fell for her carefree and easygoing attitude and honestly? Her naive persona only made him want to care for her even more, because truth be told he saw a bit of his younger self in her. Hell, even now one could argue that Nara is still a bit “naive” but he learned the hard way that he had to work on that tendency as he joined the mafia. That’s exactly why he’d always try telling s/o not to trust anyone and be aware of her surroundings, the worried man throwing his arms around her afterwards and telling her just how much he loves her and how he’d do anything in his power to protect her at all times. On another note, Narancia is always trying to make s/o forget about the hardships of the life they’re living, the man attempting to shield s/o from as much pain and horror as he can by making her laugh and spending time with her on a daily basis. Honestly, these two are serotonin providers for eachother.

- Trish could probably relate alot to her, if I’m being honest. I mean, a young girl that was flung into the mafia just like that because of a series of unfortunate events and probably some familial issues as well? Big fat kin. However, Trish was quite shy and weary of her at first, and yet her easygoing attitude made the girl open up in no time and somehow the 2 ended up together after some time. Now, when I say that s/o is quite literally Trish’s ray of goddamn sunshine, it ain’t no exaggeration. Trish is constantly looking out for her dear s/o and will go absolutely fucking feral if anyone were to take advantage of her naivety, which is why the girl sometimes warns her about the dangers of trusting others so easily. And yet whenever s/o sweetly chuckles whilst gently squeezing Trish’s hand as she reassures her that everything will be just fine, the pink haired girl can’t help but smile and put her worries aside once more and entirely trust her s/o’s words.

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duvetsandpillows · 4 years

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Max Verstappen Fluffy A-Z

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Your hands. They were the perfect size to fit into his.

“It’s destiny, you see...” he said as he took your hand in his. “A perfect fit, I was destined to find you.”

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

You two didn’t really get a chance to think about it. A couple of weeks after you had celebrated his Germany win, you’d found out you were pregnant. You were nervous about Max’s reaction. He was at a point in his career that he didn’t have time to start a family. When you told him he stayed silent for a moment, you were on the brink of tears.

“How big is he? Or she! When can we see photos?” He began babbling away as you just stared at him with the biggest smile.

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Max would engulf you and hold you tight, as if you would disappear if he let go. It always made you feel safe, especially after a tough day.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Max would devote whole days for dates. One date he took you to the top of a hill overlooking the harbour of Monte Carlo to have a picnic, making sure he packed all your favourite foods. In the evening the two of you went out for dinner at a small restaurant you’d pass often and kept mentioning that you wanted to go there. The evening ended with the two of you stargazing on the roof of your apartment building.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

You are my forever.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

He knew when he was away at a race weekend. He hadn’t seen you in a few weeks due to races and training. You completely understood and made sure he know so, it was then that he realised he had feelings.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

You and Max play rough a lot so you knew how hard each other could take but he would never intentionally hurt you.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Max likes to hold your hand tight. He is very protective of you and doesn’t trust other men around you because of how kind and beautiful you are.

I = Impression: first impression/s

Max was very shy around you. He was taken back by your beauty and charisma. He was fumbling over his words and thought he made a complete embarrassment of himself, however you found it very cute.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Your days are filled with the two of you making each other laugh, constantly cracking jokes or embarrassing each other in public.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Max’s kisses are always full of passion. He always makes sure to leave 5 minutes before he leaves the house to give you kisses because he knows he has to wait all day before he can get other, He insisted you came to as many races as you can because he hated having to wait so long to give you a kiss.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

He said it first. He spent all evening venting down the phone to you after retiring from Silverstone. The white time you were listening and comforting him when needed.

“You know I love you? Cause I do, so very much.”

“I love you to superstar.”

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

After you’d just given birth. He had his arm around you as you held you beautiful little girl. Everything felt perfect, he had his queen and his princess.

“Hey, when do you think we could have another?”

“If you’re the one pushing it out then go for it.”

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Max would randomly surprise you with gifts. You knew there was no point in telling him he doesn’t have it, you you were always extremely grateful.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half?

Navy. On one of your first dates you two were lying in a field, watching the clouds float past. When you sat up, lots of navy flowers were tangled in your hair. Even with you hair looking like a birds nest, Max was mesmerised by your beauty. From then on Max always made sure he has a bouquet of navy flowers for you.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

Angel, My Queen, Baby Girl

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

Cloud or stargazing. He could live there for hours as long as you were next to him.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You two would go out for long walks, enjoying the rain. When back you two would share a hot shower before cuddling up in bed together to watch a movie.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

It took you a while you work out when he’s sad because he hid it well. You usually gave him space until he was ready to talk to you about it. Once he got it out he would cling to you like a koala, needing lots of love and affection, which you happily gave to him.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

Anything that isn’t related to the season. You help him keep his mind off of all the stress. You were his best distraction.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

He loves gaming with Lando and the boys, you usually take this time for yourself, calling a family member for a catch up or watching a tv show that Max has no interest in.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

You. He is so proud of you and wants everyone to know how lucky he is to have you.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

A year after you gave birth Max took you for a weekend away. The two of you were stargazing when he rolled onto his side and pressed a kiss to your lips. He sat up in between your legs, getting onto one knee.

“My angel, you have given me the world. You are the love of my life. Will you marry me and stay with me forever?”

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Should I Stay or Should I Go? - The Clash

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the princess to my frog.

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

You two had a dog. You got him while Max was away at a race weekend as you were getting lonely. You waited until he got home to tell him so he couldn’t say no because he was too cute.

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allegra-writes · 5 years

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Peter Parker NSFW Alphabet

Hi! Could I please please please get a cute and a NSFW alphabet with Peter? Thanks!💕

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s the most tender and thoughtful of lovers. He just loves to lay in bed with you in his arms for hours, just holding you close, and caressing your back or your arms or any part of your body he can reach, really. He could spend entire days and nights like that, just laying next to your naked form, tangling his finger with yours and talking. His pillow talk is the most interesting too, he can talk about everything from quantum physics and the intricacies of how gravity bends space-time to how Brussel’s sprouts are just basically fun sized cabbages.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s not one for vanity and he actually kinda doesn’t like how bulky he’s gotten since that spider bite years ago. But he likes that he it made him strong. He likes being strong to protect you, and even to help you with domestic, ordinary things, like moving your couch up four flight of stairs to your dorm room. And of course, he loves being strong enough be able to carry you and hold you up with just one arm without any effort, to fuck you standing up without needing a wall for support.

His favorite body part of yours are your legs and where they lead: he loves your feet, your calves, your strong thighs, your gorgeous butt and… well, you can guess. He loves having those legs around him, either while he pounds into you, or while he carries you swinging on his webs across New York, or making out with you sitting on the kitchen counter while he stands between them. He just loves how he fits perfectly there, like that’s where he belongs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to mark you, he loves physical manifestations of you being his. But he hates to hurt you, and he refuses to leave lasting marks like hickeys -that, admittedly, are pretty painful because of his super strength- and bruises on purpose, that’s just out of question for him.

So, the alternative he so creatively found, is to mark you with his come. He still loves to come inside you, but pulling out just in time and paint your chest, your belly or your butt in white ribbons just drives him crazy

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has heightened senses, and his sense of smell is no exception. He has an unconfirmed theory that he can perceive pheromones, at least on some level. Specifically, human pheromones. More specifically, yours.

He thinks that because your perfume drives him insane. Not like the bottled perfume you use when you guys go on dates, but your natural scent. It smells like home. It smells like mate.

It’s just so animalistic, so feral that he would never tell you, but sometimes, when you are away, he buries his face on your pillow or your clothes, and gets himself off like that, solely on the smell of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While he is not underage, thank you very much, he is young. So he’s had some experience but not a lot.

However, he is a fast learner, and pleasuring you is a fascinating subject for him. He painstakingly catalogs and commits your reactions to memory, and quickly becomes an expert on you and what you like.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

As mentioned before, he loves having you wrapped around him, so the lotus, missionary, standing up or up against a wall, anything with a lot of skin on skin contact.

Positions like doggy style, the necklace of Venus, etc, just don’t feel close enough. He wants intimacy, he wants to look at you in the eyes when he makes you fall apart, he wants to bury himself deep into you, he wants as much of you as he can get.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not as much goofy as he is playful; he likes to make you smile and he likes to have fun in bed, but it’s sex, it’s not stand up comedy.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He shaved everything off once. It was itchy and miserable and he’s NOT doing that again. Like, ever.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Peter Parker wears his heart on his sleeve. The bedroom is not exception. What he feels for you is deep, it’s fiery, it’s all consuming, and it translates into meaningful, intense sex. Even when he fucks you roughly it still is making love, because he loves you and he just can’t hide it or turn it off. Not that you would want him to, anyway.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

His sex drive is quite high, so he masturbates a couple times a day if you are not near or simply not in the mood.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Don’t let those big brown innocent eyes fool you, he is a kinky bastard.

In real life he respects -and actually loves- your independence, and how powerful and empowered you are. But in bed, his possessive streak is released. He loves to dominate you, call you his own, make you beg. More than once he webbed your hands to the headboard, or tied you up in beautiful, intricate kinbaku or shibari designs using his web.

He also has a huge praise kink, always telling you how beautiful you are, how good you are, how perfect for him. He calls you his Queen. And it goes both ways, because he is such a sucker for you telling him how great he is, how good he feels. It’s not exactly dirty talk, but it’s hot non the less.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

While any place he can get you alone is good enough for a hot make out session, for the actual sex he prefers the bedroom. Or anywhere in your apartment, as long as he can be sure you two are alone and not likely to get interrupted. He’s NOT into exhibitionism or public sex, he can’t stand the risk of someone walking in and accidentally see you like this. He respects you too much for that.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You are his biggest turn on. Your body, the way you move, the helpless little moans you make when he hits that spot… yeah, he doesn’t need anything else to get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t ever endanger you or hurt you in anyway. He could never stand to cause you pain. So nothing like breath play, or spanking, etc. Even when he plays with ropes (or webs), he’s always making sure you are ok. Your safety is the most important thing for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is a giver, his greatest pride is to make you fall apart. Add to that the way the taste of you drives him wild and, well… He could -and have- spend hours between your legs.

He is not as much into receiving it because he’s afraid of loosing control and hurt you by pounding into your mouth too roughly (sometimes having super strength can have disadvantages), but you will convince him of indulging in it every once in a while.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both, it truly just depends on his mood at the moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is more of a fan of long marathon sex sessions, he likes to be able to take his time and have his way with you as he pleases. But you both are busy individuals and sometimes, when you have been separated by long periods of time (Like, a week. Hey, it’s a long time for him!), His aching for you get to be too much, and he’ll take you anyway he can. At those times is urgent, and passionate, and frenzied and just so hot!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s curious, definitely would try anything once, as long as it’s safe for you of course.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

There’s a reason he likes marathon sex, he has the stamina to go for hours, maybe even days. Anything shorter can appease him but won’t fully satiate his hunger for you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s extremely creative and good at using everyday objects as toys. In his talented hands, an electric toothbrush or a snake venom extractor can become the perfect tool for the most exquisite torture.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you to the point of it being almost unbearable, until you are a moaning, begging mess. Then and only then will he give in to you. And to his own need, because the truth is he wants you just as badly and desperately, he just has slightly better control.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is a very expressive guy, and it’s no different in bed. He makes the hottest (and horniest) faces during sex, and yes, the hottest sounds too. Starting with little moans and growls at the beginning, as his pleasure increases so does his volume. He can get very loud when he comes, and you always can tell when he is close because he swears a lot.

You love it, because it makes it so easy to know when he likes something, and makes you feel so powerful, even in your more submissive roll, to know it’s you the one that’s making him feel so good, the one he wants so badly that it almost physically hurts.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He is a great photographer, he has an aesthetic Instagram he is quite proud of. But by far his best work, at least according to him, is the huge collection of pictures he has of you.

Always analogic, he takes the time to develop the film himself, at home. And not just because of his love of old school photography, but because even if most of them are artistic close ups and compositions, some of them are just filthy and unadulterated porn. And in all of them you are very clearly naked.

And he’s a smart guy, he knows just how easily a device or system can be hacked, so there is no way he is taking any chances of exposing you like that by being dumb enough to have any image of you in digital format. No, that’s a show for his eyes only.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

The spider bite that gave him those drool worthy biceps and lickable abs, gave him… other… mouthwatering… assets. Impressive assets.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

To misquote Dr. Banner, that’s Peter’s secret: He always wants you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s highly energetic so it takes a lot to wear him out. And I mean a lot. But afterwards, he has the most restful sleep, secure in the knowledge that the most important thing in the world to him, is protected and sleeping in his arms.

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