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grey342 · 7 months

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Hii! I’m so glad to see someone currently writing bradley cooper fics because honestly PHIL CAN GET IT. i wanted to request maybe a jealous!phil where reader goes on a friends bachelors trip and knowing Phil’s past he gets all angsty, as smutty as you’d like :) honestly anything you’d write id love!!

Don't leave me

Jealous! Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil's girlfriend goes on a trip for a bachelorette party and he's not happy about it.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, Phil being dramatic, Phil being jealous (Obv), lingerie, slight handjob, P in V, riding and praise.

authors note - Thank you so much for this request and the sweet compliment! I gotta be honest i'm not a huge fan of angst so I made Phil a lil more dramatic and kinda sassy. I still hope you like it :)

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

This man is gonna be the death of me.

The main thought running through your head whilst packing. His remarks and whines can be heard from the next room.

Your close friend was having her bachelorette party this weekend but, she also wanted to spend a couple of days with the bridal party before her wedding. So you all decided to spend a long weekend in Vegas. And Phil is not happy about it.

"I mean, I don't get why you have to go," you roll your eyes at him, "it's not like she's your best friend."

"Oh yeah? And who is?" You retaliate, smirking.

"Me." He scoffs, as if this is obvious information, walking into the room. You take one look at him and start laughing.

You're not stupid, you kind of guessed why he was so mad about you going but now. He's made it really clear for you.

"What's so fucking funny?" He says confused, placing his hands on his hips. A gesture you would usually find attractive but right now, it's making you laugh even harder.

"I just, uh, I can't believe it," you say in between wheezes, " I mean. I had an idea but now it's so obvious." You quietly chuckle.

"What? What is? You're not making any sense." He declares, clearly getting frustrated. After calming yourself down you finally say-

"You're jealous." Apparently, it's now his turn to burst out laughing.

"What? Where the fuck did you get that idea?" He managed in between laughs.

"You're jealous. You're so insistent on me not going, you're trying to tell me all the bad things about the girls. I mean you literally just said "she's not your best friend, I am." You're SO jealous." You clarify.

He's silent just staring at you. You can see the clogs turning in his head to try and come up with a good response. You swear you can see the light bulb appear on top of his head.

"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better about leaving me. For a whole weekend might I add." He says almost sassily and walks out of the room. Clearly proud of himself.

"Sweetie," you sigh, "it's only three days. I'll be back before you know it. We can text throughout the day and call every night." You try to deal.

"Or I have a better idea... don't go and we can talk all day and all night. Face to face."

You groan in frustration. You cannot believe this is the type of conversation you were having with your grown ass boyfriend. Pick the sassy men they said. You internally roll your eyes.

You walk into the living room to see him practically pouting on the couch. Scoffing, you go to walk away when an idea pops into your head.

"Hey Phil, if you stop complaining right now you can have your present early." He looks at you confused.

"What the fuck do you mean "present"?"

"Well since you are so predictable," you emphasise the last word, " I knew you would act like this when I said i'm going on a trip. So, I bought you something as a "sorry for leaving you, you big baby" gift."

"You did?" You can see the glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes my little princess but, clearly you are a lot more upset than I anticipated so i'm willing to give it to you early. If you want it that is." You wager. There's a long pause where he's weighing out his options.

"Okay," he clasps his hand together, " I have decided that I would like my present early. BUT I still want one for when you come back." He leans back on the couch, glowing with pride.

"Fine. I'll be right back." He rubs his hand together in anticipation as you leave the room.

Moments later you're shouting down the hall, "close your damn eyes." He grunts in disapproval.

"Okay and open." He does and your met with a groan that also sound like a moan.

"Oh baby." You're stood in front of him in a lingerie set, barely covering anything. Plus it's in his favourite colour.

"Am I forgiven?" You say, moving down to straddle his lap.

"Yes. A million times yes." He exclaims instantaneously as you giggle.

His mouth meets yours passionately, with your teeth and tongues clashing. His hands make their way down to your ass and yours to his chest. Pushing him lightly so his back meets the couch.

His slowly starts to kiss your jaw, then down your neck and finally the top of your chest. He looks up at you, almost pleading, and you give him a look of approval. His hands move around your back to unclasp your bra.

He slides it off at an agonisingly slow pace. When the bra is fully off he stares at your chest in awe. He moves his head down taking one nipple in the mouth and groping the other. You let out a content sigh.

He switches over, repeating the same process as you began to rock slowly, back and forth, on his lap. His moans vibrate on your chest as your breaths turn into pants.

You reach down in between you and start pulling at the waistband of his grey sweatpants, indicating you want them off. He knows what you want and immediately begins to pull them down. You look down and eagerly take him in your hand. You swipe your thumb over the tip and began pumping up and down.

"Fuck.." He groans. You push your panties over to the side and slide onto him. Both of you moaning in unison. You'll never get used to the way he feels, filling you up perfectly.

Once you're both ready, you begin to move back and forth, riding him. His hands take sanctuary on your hips, slowly guiding you. You lean down, placing your mouth on his, capturing his groans in your mouth.

"You're doing so good. Riding my dick so well baby, my good girl." He says against your mouth. He reaches down and starts to rub slow circles on your clit. You whimper at the contact.

"Oh fuck, do that again." Obeying his orders you do it again. He uses his other hand to begin assisting you in bouncing up and down. Your movements begin to change pace, going faster.

His groans and your whimpers becoming louder. He dick twitching inside of you, indicating he's close. You ride faster and bounce harder. He in turn, quickens his movements on your clit and his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises for later.

"Oh shit, Phil.. I'm close."

"I know honey, I know hold on a lil longer." He pants. Your cries being the response. Your head thrown back, eyes screw shut.

"Hey, look at me. I wan't you to look at me when you cum." He demands. You immediately open your eyes and stare into his. His gaze possessive.

"Oh fuck, Phil." You whine.

"Let go baby, give it to me." That send you over the edge. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pleasure taking over and your body began to shake.

"Oh shit, oh shit." He says as he fills you up, head resting in the crook of your neck.

Coming down from your highs, he lifts his head and smiles at you.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful." He places a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Mhm, i'm still going." You stand up and start walking towards the bedroom.

"Ah! Come on honey, i'm the love of your life! You can't leave me!" He calls out, following you.

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craisinsensation1029 · 1 month

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Hold It, Toru

Satoru Gojo

also posted on AO3 :3. whiny gojo is my fav gojo idk

fem reader, established relationship, whiny gojo, referenced coming untouched, referenced vaginal sex, orgasm control, handjobs, light nipple play, reader and gojo r switches but reader is in control here :p

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MDNI

Gojo will never admit it out loud, but he loves being taken care of.

Dropping his guard, relinquishing all control, letting his actions be guided by instruction instead of instinct. There’s something incredibly blissful about it; following instead of leading, putting trust in someone else to ensure his safety and in this case, his pleasure.

It’s endearing really, but you couldn’t help but giggle when you came to that realization. Sure, having his hips meeting your ass as sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, or having your legs wrapped around his waist as his pelvis melded with yours was always nice—really great, but you noticed something after a while.

It was after the first time you rode him specifically. To say you are a fan of getting on top would be like saying you enjoy annoying emails from your supervisor or getting caught in a downpour of rain without an umbrella, but there are way worse things in the world. Plus, it's your boyfriend, of course you’ll ride until your knees scream and ultimately decide that enough is enough.

As soon as you placed your hands on his defined chest, lining up your hole with his girthy cock, lowering yourself down and letting him stretch you out, the difference was staggering. The way his cock just seemed so much harder, pulsing inside of you every time you rolled your hips. The way his face flushed and screwed up in bliss, large hands reaching for any part of you that he could grab—your hip bones, your breasts, the tops of your thighs. And the sounds he made, nothing like the usual pants, grunts, and moans you were used to.

No, oh no. He whined, a strangled noise leaving his lips as you started a new motion of bouncing on his cock, praying to whatever higher power (you’d even make a shrine to Megan Thee Stallion if you had to) that your knees would last just a little bit longer to keep hearing that precious noise from his mouth. His hands ended up on your hips, his nails making crescent shaped grooves in your skin as whimpers left his lips, pleading for you to, just keep going because he’s so fucking close and he needs to cum deep inside your little pussy so bad.

That day, you truly understood the notion of pain overriding pleasure as you gave into his pleas, ignoring the burning and straining in your knees as you continued to impale yourself on his cock, his whimpers mixed with the sound of your heat enveloping him the only motivation to keep going.

You’re always used to Gojo being so observant, polished, put together. A complete mastery of his body like you haven’t seen before. When he’s drilling into you’ve always let him take the lead, having no qualms with him extracting an orgasm from the deepest part of your core.

It was as fascinating as it was arousing, seeing his flushed chest heave as warbles of fuck, God, th-that feels so fucking good, and milk me, please fucking milk my cock, left his mouth. The sting of his nails embedding into your skin was easily ignored as you bounced on him faster, your own heartbeat rising with a determination to bring him to the edge.

“C’mon,” you had coaxed, more so because your knees really seemed like they were ready to give out. “Be a good boy and come for me.” You could feel his cock twitching inside of you when those words left your mouth, so you kept going, his bliss taking precedence “Your cock’s so big, Toru, want more of you inside me. Come for me, come in me.”

Being showered with praises wasn’t unfamiliar to you. Whether it was him calling you a good girl for taking every inch of his cock down your throat, or being told you were amazing for simply making dinner, the compliments would always make your stomach flip (or make your cunt clench, just depending on the circumstance).

Of course you always showered Gojo with affection, telling him how handsome he is, admiring his strength, cheering on his intelligence, and his impressive disposition to excel at anything he so tries. You’ve always expressed just how amazing sleeping with him is, but you’d never paid him a compliment in this capacity before.

Another choked moan left his lips as he pathetically thrusted his hips upward, eyes shut tight as he spilled into you. Sweat made a few icy strands of hair stick to his forehead as he came down from the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. Once those alluring eyes of his fluttered open, glazed over in post orgasmic bliss he uttered two words: Thank you.

He enjoyed being a pillow princess, you surmised. Not that you’d ever utter those words to him, but you definitely were going to test your assumption.

Riding your boyfriend had to be one of the best methods of strength training available. Who needs to do squats and lift weights when Gojo’s whines, soft pants and whimpers were enough motivation to keep moving past any ache? Not you, that’s for sure.

Don’t get him wrong now, Gojo loves pounding you into the mattress, pulling every sound imaginable out of you, twisting and contorting your body in the way so he can plunge his cock as deep as it can possibly be, but this is nice—no, electrifying; Being commanded by your sultry voice, being used as you pleased, being the passenger instead of the driver.

So when you told him that you wanted to try something and all he had to do was sit down, relax, and listen, he was more than happy to oblige.

“Gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you?” The words send a shiver of anticipation down Gojo’s spine and make every hair on his body stand on end as your lips brush against the shell of his ear. Goosebumps litter his skin at the simple action, the faint trace of rose petals infiltrating his nostrils. His heart races as you stand behind him, arms coming down on either side of his shoulders, grazing the firm muscles until your fingers are on his pecks.

“I will be,” Gojo affirms, toes already curling as one of your fingers trace light circles around one of his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. He doesn’t know exactly what you’re going to be doing, but he doesn’t care. A soft whimper leaves his lips at the contact, mind already spinning in the same circular movement as your finger.

“Oh, didn’t know you liked that.” A soft laugh leaves your lips when the peak stiffens as you continue stimulating it with light flicks and squeezes. You let your hand do the same with his other nipple, pinching it between your index finger and thumb. “You’re so sensitive here.” Not wanting to get distracted from what you actually have planned for him, you store that bit of information in a tab in your brain for later, removing both of your hands from the now hardened buds.

He says your name in a breathy tone, craning his neck to look at you, a pout on his pink lips and a pleading look in his eyes.

“We’ll have more of that later.” Flashing him a soft smile, you splay your free palm in front of his face. “Lick.”

He nods, letting his tongue licks a hot stripe over your palm. It’s as lascivious as when he’s licking at your folds or at your neck when he’s on top of you. So soft and supple under his tongue, and the sweet and salty taste of your skin makes a flame ignite in his abdomen. He’s already aching for your touch, desperate to please you. He can’t help but lick it again, savoring the taste of your skin.

“Good boy.” The palm that’s dry trails down, brushing over the indents of muscles through his shirt, feeling his midsection quiver as you reach for the button on his jeans. His breath is audible as you undo them, reaching for the waistband of his boxer briefs and letting his cock spring free. “Don’t come until I say,” you instruct.

There have been times when you’ve told him to come, and he always does on command like facial recognition unlocking one’s phone, but there have been some more… interesting moments.

Like the time he came untouched after some mild (okay, it was actually extremely vigorous) dry humping, his whines filling your ears as you told him just how exquisite the stimulation was feeling on your clit. Or when after some teasing (though Gojo would argue that it was torment), he came after you languidly rolled your hips forward on his cock once. All you did then was crash your lips against his, pressing your plush chest closer to his chiseled one until he got hard again, your already slickened heat mixing with his cum to bring yourself and him to climax.

Honestly, you have no faith that he’ll be able to do this without fail.

But that’s the fun part.

“Okay,” he answers, nodding his head, honestly just hoping that he will be able to heed these directions. When it comes to you he’s incredibly weak, every touch of yours being so tantalizing. His cock’s been half erect since you and sat him down, twitching as it brushes against his abdomen.

Wrapping your slick hand—courtesy of Gojo— around his cock is always a challenge. His girth isn’t comparable to anyone you’ve been with before. It took time getting used to him, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head the very first time you slept with him. The tips of your fingers barely even touch when he’s in your palm, but you give him a slow stroke, thumb running over the slit when you make your way back up to the tip.

You repeat the action again, slowly pumping from the base of his shaft back up to the top until he’s completely hard in your hands, tip now angry and red.

“More,” he breathes out, though it probably sounds more frantic than he intends.

“Aw, feel good already?” He instantly throbs in your hand at your words. “That’s good, Toru, I’m glad you like that.”

Gojo can’t fathom how your hand feels even better than his. The size of your hands in comparison to his is like night and day, his being able to dwarf yours in size with complete ease, but he can’t help but hiss when your hand starts a steady rhythm. It’s slow and relaxed, not a single sense of urgency to be had.

Of course you’ve seen his cock plenty of times, but you’re more acquainted with having it somewhere inside you, skillfully reaching the deepest places that are the pressure points of pure pleasure. But now, as your hand glides down the length of his shaft, you feel every ridge and vein differently than before.

The dire need of blood rushing to his cock makes every vein pulse against the palm of your hand, a needy drumming to the beat of his lust. He’s incredibly warm and stiff in your hand, and when you reach the base you squeeze tightly, feeling him throb erratically. Attention to detail is important, so incorporate cupping his balls in your routine as you stroke, just feeling the weight in your hand before continuing the flow of your earlier motions.

Unlike the calming and intricate movements of your hand, Gojo’s heart is beating at an accelerated rate, hips moving on their own to thrust into your hand. He raises his hips as your hand comes down to meet him at the base, and he can just imagine himself pumping into your tight heat, feeling your walls hugging his cock while you told him he was filling every single inch of you.

“Haaa—ah,” Gojo pants, squeezing his eyes tight to stave off an already impending orgasm. Beads of precum begin to leak from the tip of his cock, and you only use it to further lubricate your activities. Using your thumb, you smear it across the tip hearing a croak leaving his lips as you do.

“Oh, I think you just got a little harder,” you tease, leaning your head over his shoulder to release a hot trail of spit from your mouth, giving his cock even more slick. You keep the same slow and steady pace, watching the way the muscles in his thighs flex through his jeans as one of his legs begin to bounce restlessly. He really is trying his best to hold it, and you absolutely can commend him for that. “So big for me, Toru. Just hold it, ‘mkay?”

He doesn’t answer as you keep stroking him, teeth sinking so deep into his bottom lip that it may draw blood, fingers desperately gripping his knees as jolts of ecstasy make its way up his spine. He’s trying his best to think about anything else, but it’s impossible. The gentle praises in his ear, the heavenly feel of your hand on his cock—it’s too much.

“Please,” he whimpers, stomach clenching, embers of unfiltered lust burning him from the inside out. Everything is hot, his cheeks, his chest, the blood pumping through veins, the very blood that’s making his cock the hardest it’s possibly been in your very palm. His hips buck forward again, but you make no motion to match his movements. “Baby, please.”

“What?” you answer, continuing your motions. He’s a bit of a mess in the chair, cock throbbing and oozing onto your hand. “Doing so good, Toru. Just hold it.”

His breaths grow shorter and his pants get louder as you keep stroking him, adjusting your grip as you continue gauging his reactions. When your hand finds one of his nipples again, squeezing the bud until it matches the stiffness of his cock, he lets out a groan, thrusting his hips with more vigor into your hand. “I’m so—just need to…”

“I didn’t say so yet,” you whisper in his ear, hand now starting to pick up the pace. Another trail of spit leaves your mouth, dribbling down onto his cock, allowing your hand to move even faster. He squirms as his hips continue meeting your hand, balls feeling tight with the need to release. “Just a little more, I know you can do it.”

He isn’t quite sure though. He’s actually not confident at all as his mind goes blank, cock twitching as he continues fucking up into your hand, your name and strings of moans leaving his lips.

And when you squeeze his cock at the base again, the band snaps.

“Nngh,” he whimpers, cum spurting onto his shirt and all over your hand.

“Oh, Toru,” you tsk, still pumping him through his orgasm, using his cum as even more lubricant as it oozes out.

It’s a spine tingling, back arching, toe breaking, teeth clenching sensation—still being touched like this. Being over stimulated to hell and back.

He says your name weakly, regaining his breath as his cock starts to soften in your hand.

It’s a good thing you had something planned for if this didn’t go as planned.

But since you didn’t think he would actually do as instructed, you guessed it went actually how you wanted it to.

“I guess we’ll have to get the toy,” you whisper in his ear. “Hopefully you’ll be a good boy for me then.”

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jermer10 · 2 months

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Hi!

I was wondering if you could write for the mercs (all if possible, if not it's your choice who) dating a enemy reader. Headcanons or a drabble are fine.

Love the fics!

TF2 mercs dating an enemy reader

suggestive, gn reader | thanks for the ask anon!!

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - the least caring about the fact that you're an enemy merc - "game is game!" you want to strangle him - would make a point out of trying to dominate you during a match, specifically seeking you out just to kill you over and over again - if you're dating scout you're likely just as competitive - and you're also likely to win these little games - "scout! come here for a sec~" he is already half way there, under the assumption that he was gonna 'get a piece' of you - you're 5 seconds into your makeout session, his hands ravaging your body, when you raise your gun and shoot him straight through the chin - he is fucking fuming, you're laughing your ass off - holding it over you if he wins a match, becoming super pissy if he doesn't - the only way to calm him down to shower him with compliments

Soldier: - the hardest to win over, he is patriotic to his heart and also incredibly stupid - would genuinely assume that your flirting is malicious, trying to rile him up and confuse him into surrendering - it's not until you have him cornered, he's ready to fight with his fists or go out trying, when you ask him out instead - he will decline, and you shoot him cleanly in the head before skipping away - but it sits with him - and he starts to notice every little thing you do, internally praising your usage of weapons, your pure bloodlust - he corners you and....proposes? - "oooone step at a time bud" - will still kill you during battle, but does so in a loving way instead - whatever that even means

Pyro: - it's not hard to befriend pyro - they treat their friends and enemies quite similar, hell, they even attack their own teammates sometimes - so when you approach them outside of a battle, how could they say no to a new friend? - the enemy team hates this, believing the only reason for your presence to be malign - eventually everyone grows used to you, you even begun repping their colour when you were there as not to stand out too much - on the battlefield you two often sneak off together to light shit on fire or prank other mercs - they find hurting you......undesirable? so it seems? - they tend to focus on everyone else around you rather than harming you in any way - really a sweetheart under all of that...fireproof asbestos lined suit?

Demoman: - finds the idea of dating someone who's supposed to be his enemy very hot - he meets you on the battlefield, drunkenly flinging everything he has at you, and somehow you're avoiding all of his attacks - explosions erupting from behind you, it's something like a scene from a movie - he is obsessed with you - you don't officially declare your relationship at first, sneaking off to screw and make out instead of doing typical couple things - eventually, he has to ask, "what are we?" you just laugh and lean in for an uncharacteristically passionate kiss - that's all he needed - you're attached to the hip, but you're not against murdering him either - your team hates him. just straight up.

Heavy: - absolutely refuses to engage with your flirtatious behaviour - you're immature and desperate, he tells himself - so why does he lay there late at night thinking about you? - it becomes harder to hide his apparent feelings for you, leading to some heated sexual tension - he wants you, bad, and here you were defenseless, cowering with a nervous grin and spewing your usual sickening ramblings - he can't help but kiss you in the moment rather than what he should be doing which is shooting you - he doesn't even care, he just needs this more than anything - and this becomes a regular thing until you ask him out - "are we not already in relationship?" - your team is too scared of him to say something about his involvement with you, and his team....is also too scared of him to say anything about you

Engineer: - he can't keep his eyes off you, he can't even bring himself to attack you, and worst of all he actively disables the rest of his team trying to protect you - you cared so deeply for your teammates, even a blind man could see that in the way you fought so fiercely for them - engie is absolutely smitten - they push him into telling you, lamenting about needing their engie to focus in battle and that maybe confessing would itch the scratch - it does not, in fact, itch the scratch - he told you, the dynamic between both teams shift - you become the parents of both teams, having large group hangouts and dinners together - no one really wants to...kill eachother anymore..? - of course it's still your job to kill one another, but now it feels more like a game between buddies than a real fight

Medic: - he becomes completely obsessive over you, becoming enraged at the idea of his teammates killing you - he is the only one who should be able to kill you, and he wants it to hurt, he hates you, and he hates the way you make him feel - his teammates catch on rather quickly and decide to put it into perspective for him, making him realize that he really just has a crush on you - he will only slightly change his behavior after this, now he flirts with you right before he kills you (awwww!) - when you ask him out, he's shocked! - obviously he says yes, he wants you more than he's wanted anyone - there's a passion there that both of your teams are incredibly disturbed by, so they try to ignore it the best they can, which is not very well - at least this brings them closer? i guess??

Sniper: - he would have been stalking you through the scope of his rifle long before you asked him out - and you knew this, testing him by walking through his line of sight, taking an excruciatingly long time to kill one of his teammates, bending over a lot more than usual - you reveled in the way he would intentionally miss his shots, his way of flirting with you, beckoning you to come say hello - and when you finally do it's the kickstart of a relationship that no one sees coming and that you don't keep as secret as you think - you often sneak off to rest up in his sniper nests, sharing some kisses before returning to the fight - you practically live in his van outside of work, some of your teammates just assume you're off training or running errands, the more observant ones having sneaking suspicions that you're skipping off to see your star-crossed lover

Spy: - he actually does hate you at first - spy is very competitive, in ways that aren't always obvious to others - you're racking up kills, he's been dominated by you at least 20 times, and he's growing increasingly aggressive - eventually he lands a hit on you, slashing your arm pretty bad, your gun skidding across the cement, too far out of reach - and instead of killing you, he kicks your gun back over to you with a heavy sigh, you're at a loss for words - "fuck you for making me feel zhis way" he pulls you up by the collar and next thing you know you're both sneaking off to screw - he tells you this was a one time thing, but it's evident that he doesn't really feel that way - not with the way he looks at you, the genuine love he has for you is so foreign to him that he often mistakes it for lust - you take it slow, and you do it quietly, it's your own little thing

#tf2 #ask #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 fluff #fluff #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #jermer10

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bunniekittiee · 5 months

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Christmas SZN w/ Raiden

Raiden x Fem. Reader

Content warning: p in v, reader referred to she/her, female anatomy, a little smutty

SFW-

Raiden is a v giving man, and as everyone knows, he is humble.

He will spoil his gf/wife, he does not care at all.

He likes to buy meaningful presents such as jewelry. But he also likes to get them gifts that he thinks are cute or that she would like.

Examples are: stuffed animals, makeup, perfume, etc.

He loves making her happy and seeing her face light up when she opens the gifts.

He enjoys staying indoors and drinking hot tea or hot chocolate.

He also loves cuddling with his s/o. It’s definitely good bonding time with him.

Will stack blankets on him and his s/o, he feeds off of her warmth as she does his.

Kisses galore! He absolutely adores his s/o like seriously. And especially around the holidays, he cannot help but feel an insane amount of joy.

He makes sure his s/o dresses warm if they go out. He doesn’t want her to be freezing cold.

However, he doesn’t mind if she cuddles into him in public or presses herself against him to get warmth.

Raiden is just happy to have her near.

Kung Lao pretends to gag and throw up if they are lovey dovey in public or around him. But it’s all jokes, he’s happy for Raiden.

Raiden is more than happy to decorate a Christmas tree.

He loves how fresh the pine smells and sometimes it smells Christmassy to him.

He has a hard time explaining that lmao.

Will help his s/o reach the top of the tree and will put ornaments up there if she cannot reach it.

As I mentioned and as we know, Raiden is v humble. He doesn’t expect anything for Christmas. He is happy with what he has already.

But she still buys him gifts. Her and Kung Lao will go out together to buy them while Raiden trains with the new Shaolin as ordered by Liu Kang.

Liu Kang did it for her and Lao so they could go out and buy his gifts with ease.

The Fire God is always willing to help!

Raiden is surprised when he is gifted presents. He really didn’t expect anything.

Absolutely loves anything and everything his s/o gives him. He is happy with all of it.

V appreciative.

Raiden adores it when he is gifted a custom made hat similar to the one he always wears. He likes to try new things out, especially with outfits.

Plus he likes to see what makes him more intimidating even though he isn’t the scariest.

NSFW-

Raiden is def into the Christmas spirit, and he’s def inside of his s/o.

After a long day of celebrating with friends and family, he is ready to go home and relax.

But he will not turn down sex. He is ready within any moment.

Since he is v appreciative, he likes to show that by eating his s/o out.

Takes his time and focuses on his s/o.

He wants her to feel good.

Raiden is slow and sensual during sex, he does not like to be super rough. He’s a love maker rather than a fucker.

Will go for as many rounds as his s/o wants to. Again, he wants her to enjoy her time as well.

Also likes to compliment her during their session and tell her how beautiful she is or how good she’s doing.

He thinks praise is something good to hear while in the middle of sex.

If his s/o were to surprise him with lingerie, he is a mess.

Tries to be respectful but his eyes deceive him. He can’t help it.

Raiden enjoys Christmas and the Christmas season that comes with it, that’s a fact.

#mortal kombat #mk 1 2023 #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mk 1 #mk raiden #raiden mk1 #mk1 raiden #raiden x reader #raiden x you #raiden x y/n #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat raiden #mortal kombat smut

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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TEASE ♡ NANAMI KENTO

nanami kento x fem!reader

"two orders of pie ala mode for nanami kento and anon please!"

ingredients? nanami has had enough of your teasing

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? teasing!reader, brat!reader, brat tamer!nanami, semi public sex, attempted road head [m!receiving], hair pulling, dumbification, some praise, mentions of oral [f!receiving]

sugar level? 1.7k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? i feel like my best smut works are for nanami, but you know what, can you blame me? there's just something about this man that makes me writing juices go brrr

bon appetit!

"ken, you look so good." you murmured softly from behind your boyfriend. your hands encircled his broad figure and ran up and down his toned chest -- how he still had the energy to go to the gym given his profession was beyond you, you're definitely thankful for it though.

he has a suit on, its blazer's colored a light beige with white plaid stripes and matching dress pants. his undershirt was plain white, the red tie added a pop of color and tied everything together. it fit him so well, molding against him and showing off all the muscles he works so hard on without straining the fabric too much, leaving something to the imagination while leaving you wanting more.

sending a quick handwritten thank you letter to his tailor wouldn't hurt.

even covered with layers of clothing, kento felt your warm hands on his skin - or maybe it just felt that way because he was heating up under you - but it was your anniversary and he made reservations at the fanciest restaurant in tokyo. he was not going to let his libido - and yours - get in the way of your plans. after all, you've discreetly hinted at how much you wanted to eat at this restaurant for quite a long time now, and getting reservations there takes months.

"maybe we should skip eating some overpriced meals and," you stepped into your tippy toes, thankfully because of the heels you were wearing, you didn't have to reach too high "eat something else instead." you whispered into his ear, voice as soft and tempting as the matching beige silk dress that wrapped your body.

"you sure?" kento asks, quirking an eyebrow at you through the mirror. "i've heard that the food there is divine."

you hummed thoughtfully at that, hands now on his back, exploring and appreciating the hard muscles. the way your nails - that he paid for - would gently run over and massage the ripples and the indentations along the plain of his back made him shiver and close his eyes, letting out a breathy exhale. "i think i'd enjoy having something else in my mouth." you floated from behind him, coming up right in front of your boyfriend. you were just about to get on your knees when he stopped you with a stern hand on your waist. "no, not right now. let's have dinner first."

he looked so appealing to you that you almost stomped your foot at his request right then and there. you wouldn't even have minded if he didn't return the favor -- bringing the gorgeous man standing before you pleasure was enough of a privilege. you resisted the urge to do so and pouted your glossy lips at him instead, you shot him a doe eyed look, hoping to have him desire you the way you desired him. "but ken," you dragged his name out pleadingly. "you wouldn't even have to do anything, just lemme take care of you." you batted your eyelashes at him seductively. "can even make it fast if you really wanna make it to our reservation."

he sighed at you. you already looked so tempting to him, but here you were, glancing up at him with a look on your face that would make any man's walls waver. in fact, he's sure many would drop down to their knees to worship you if they were the one fortunate enough to be called yours. it just made his job harder. of course you looked simply mouthwatering to him as much as he did to you. your dress complimented your skin perfectly, and it hugged your curves in all the right places, showing off your assets -- he pitied every single one of your exes for letting go of someone as stunning as you.

"sweetheart," he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to look at you without making it obvious he was doing so -- it would only tell you how his patience was thinning out, how you were so close to getting what you want. "i swear to you, the millisecond we get home i am going to give you what you need until the sun comes up, but right now we have other matters to attend to."

it physically hurt him to walk away from the bedroom, but he knew it was the only way to get you to the car and the restaurant -- it was the only way to get the anniversary dinner over with so he can begin with his real dessert for the night. and it worked like a charm.

well, kinda. you didn't give up so easily and kento should have known.

he let his guard down once he sat down on the spotless fine italian leather of your car seat, quickly relaxing in to it. you were already strapped in beside him - after he opened the door for you and helped you in, of course kento would not settle for less than treating you like a princess - eyeing the bulge in his pants. he unconsciously adjusted himself, groaning while he was at it. the sound and the visual proof of how much kento - this god amongst morals to your left - was turned on because of you almost made you moan, but you fought the sound back down your throat. if he realized that you caught on to his arousal, he would act more casual, make an effort to calm down.

you didn't want that, no no.

after revving the engine to life, nanami pressed on the gas pedal lightly, yet the sleek midnight black automobile still lurched forward at an amazing speed.

the man was in heaven. he loved driving fast, - because of the late hour, there was not much traffic - and he loved it when he gripped the steering wheel, while his other hand busied itself by getting a handful of your thigh.

you knew how intimacy always riled kento up, so you decided to put your smaller hand over his and hold it. to no one's surprise, he flipped his hand over to properly hold hands with you. with your fingers intertwined and an oblivious look in your eyes, you lifted your hand to your face and kissed his knuckles, then the tip of his fingers. you were always so affectionate with him so he thought nothing of it.

from the corner of your eye though, you saw how he hasn't softened yet.

keeping up with the innocent facade, you just stared ahead as you let your hands drop to the space between your thighs, right at the hem of your dress. you glanced over at nanami and found that he has not suspected anything yet.

after a few minutes of letting him reflexively caress the skin of your inner thigh, you let go of his hand, leaving it there and began leaning over him. your hands expertly unbuckled his belt, and you were about to unzip the zipper of his dress pants when he grabbed the back of your head, strands of your hair winded in his strong hand as he yanked you back harshly. as rough as he was being, the gesture only made you gulp and rub your legs together in excitement. "stop being a needy brat." he did not spit the words out through gritted teeth, instead he was perfectly composed. "you'll get what you're asking for later. just behave before you get more than what you have bargained for."

nanami should have defined what later meant. earlier, you comprehended the word as when you get back home, but now you're not so sure. it seems as if later is right now.

you were already seated across from him at the restaurant, already ordered and simply waiting for the food. you knew that you needed to stop your teasing since you were in a very classy establishment. while you may be seated in a more private booth, one that's away from the rest of the diners, you still think it would be improper to make a move on your boyfriend.

too bad he didn't think the same thing.

"you have been such a brat the whole day." his emerald eyes burned into yours with such an intensity you found yourself looking away. "hey, no no, none of that." he scooted to sit on the very edge of the seat when you did so, his finger was on your chin, leading it so you would look into his eyes while his other hand traveled down below the table and started running up and down your bare legs.

"brats should get treated as such, don't you agree?" he murmured at you, taking in the way you squirm and struggle to look at him. there were beads of sweat forming on your forehead though the restaurant was cool enough -- they only served to be physical evidences of you being flustered.

"good girl," was the second to the last thing you heard before he disappears under the table. you jumped when you felt his feather-like touch on your legs, slowly, teasingly, deliberately inching up and up until he reaches your pink cotton panties. and "try and be quiet for me, alright darling?" was the last thing you heard before you feel him pushing your underwear to the side and devouring you.

"stop crossing your legs." he said firmly, yet quietly, not wanting any prying eyes in your direction. helplessly, you did so, falling under his charm and becoming completely brainless. so early on, you were already at his mercy and you both knew it.

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probably-a-side-blog · 1 year

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Nex Grant's NSFW Alphabet

Ah yes, my lil military man. Nex is pansexual and a service top/vers. reader is g/n

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

Nex is a light-headed cuddle bug, though don't expect him to stick around till morning. But don't worry he might kiss you before he leaves.

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

Himself: He likes his arms. He's pretty muscular and he likes how he can hold his lovers tightly.

Partner: Slut for thighs. He loves something to really grip onto and loves thrusting his cock through them. Also if he could choose how he died, he wouldn't mind his head crushed by them.

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

Nex has a pretty healthy diet, so his cum is thick and white

Cums a good-sized load. It comes out in multiple spurts and usually thrusts through his orgasm

Might hold his partners in place when he orgasms so he can fuck out his high.

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

He wants to experiment with the cheek hole but has no way of asking that it doesn't sound weird.

One of the reasons he was caught in the military was because they found his photo collection. Currently trying to rebuild the exhibition, a photo from every state he goes to.

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

He's very experienced, he travels often so he usually picks someone up for a fun night.

F = Favourite Position

Cowgirl. He likes being able to watch his partner use him like a fucktoy, holding onto their thighs, and being able to bounce his partner and watch their expression change which let him know if he's doing things right or if he needs to mix things up.

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

He's not cracking jokes, but he is complimenting his partner and trying to make them smile. He's cheesy.

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

He's well-groomed

The carpets match the brown half of the drapes

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

He's fairly intimate, not clinging like a leach but not repulsed to feel his partners up.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He actually doesn't jack off that often. If he's in the mood he can just hop to a hookup spot or see if his favorite band is in town.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cockwarming

Hairpulling

Degradation/Praise

daddy/mommy kink he'll never admit to

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers privacy, so he'll take hookups to a motel or his car on the back road if he feels risky. He did all his risky work in the military and it didn't go well for him, lol

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

Flirting of any genre, he's pretty easy to fluster

Doesn't mind wolf-whistling

A crumb of interest in him

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

Public/outdoors

Bondage

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

He doesn't give oral often, but he knows what to do. He often looks up at his partner to ensure he's doing alright. Though he does lick up the cum afterward as his reward is doing a good job

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

It varies hookup to hookup but his default is fast and sloppy

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

He really prefers proper sex, but if he needs a quick release he's more than happy for a quick fuck.

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

He's okay with experimenting but isn't too into risky sex.

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

He can go on as long as his partner wants to, though he doesn't push many past two rounds unless asked to.

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

He'd probably like them but he's actually never thought about trying any

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn't tease too often, he wants to enjoy sex so it'd be hypocritical if he denied it for his partner

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

Not super loud, though he does whimper and groan when he gets close

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

He gets hyper from sex, which can help when his partner wants multiple rounds but also means he honestly prefers morning sex

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

6.5 inches long and 3 inches girth

Cut

Curves a little upward

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?

Not super high, if someone wants to fuck him then they'll fuck simple as that for him.

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

Usually doesn't, it's like a workout for him and it leaves him just wanting a shower and feeling a little preppy/energized.

#nex grant #oc stuff #nsft #this took me forever and for what

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getosgf · 2 years

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Geto Suguru relationship headcanons

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Fandom: jujutsu kaisen

Character: geto suguru

Just what I imagine a relationship with Suguru would be like

Cw: nsfw under the cut! Mentions of smoking, some curse words

An: finally done with assignments💀 gonna take the phattest nap after posting. Also currently working on some requests! These headcanons are so biased omg bear with me y’all

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SFW

I imagine him to be the sweetest, chillest lover imaginable

First of all, he thinks everything you do is amazing, mind blowing even

Even if it’s about the simplest tasks you manage to do, like making instant ramen

“Babe your cooking skills are amazing, you should work in a Michelin star restaurant”

Just loves to praise and compliment you, it makes him happy to see you smile

Such a good listener!

You could literally have mentioned you wanted a necklace for your birthday 6 months prior and guess what?

He got you that necklace for your birthday because HE DOES NOT FORGET!!

Malewife!geto will make sure you’re being taken care of

After a long and tiring day he’ll run a hot bath for you, will even light some scented candles for ultimate relaxation

Will wash your hair for you and give you a shoulder massage if that’s what you desire

Suguru is not at all the jealous type

He may get a little bit insecure from time to time, but he trusts you with his entire being

You guys rarely argue

But when you do, they aren’t really big fights, probably because he doesn’t see the point in staying mad at each other

Arguments are also mostly about stupid shit, like not changing the toilet paper roll when there’s no paper left

Regardless if it’s his fault or not, he’ll be the first to apologise just for the sake of keeping the argument as short and lowkey as possible

Now I know suguru canonically doesn’t smoke HOWEVER smoker!geto lives rent free in my head and it just makes so much sense to me so I have to get this out

He either smokes cigarettes or vapes, depending on what he thinks works best to erase the disgusting flavour of the curses he consumes

Would try to mask the scent of smoke on his clothes with like a cedar wood cologne if you don’t like the smell of it

I’ve said it in previous headcanons and I’ll say it again, HIS MORNING VOICE 😩

Like imagine you wake up next to him on a Saturday noon and he whispers “good morning” into your ear as he wraps his leg around you and just skdhdkjdkdj

He just looks so ethereal when he wakes up I JUST KNOW IT like that long hair in a bun all messy because of his tossing and turning in his sleep, those still half-closed eyes and that SMILE OMGGGGG

Anyway

Won’t let you leave the bed, he’s super clingy

If you do manage to escape, he’ll be the first one in the kitchen, already prepping breakfast for you both

A cuddle bear.

Look me dead in the eyes and tell me he isn’t a cuddle bear. I’ll wait.

Surprises you with back hugs, wants to cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, clings onto you when you try to do any sort of task

Unless you explicitly tell him not to, this man does not know personal space

Late nights consists of deep, philosophical conversations

Either that or you talk about the dumbest shit for hours, like “is water wet”, no in between. And no water isn’t wet

Lets you play with his hair and make it all pretty by trying different hair styles and placing cute lil clips

NSFW

Sex with him isn’t just sex

It’s about bonding, emotionally, physically, almost spiritual in a sense

Sex with him can be described as soft and passionate

Definitely into body worship, he wants to make it known that he loves every single part of your body

I personally don’t really view him as a dom, I think he’s more of a switch, maybe leaning to dom

Loves when you ride him, that’s when he can just stare at you in awe

Definitely the romantic type, likes to get extra by lighting candles, placing rose petals on the bed, putting on his special playlist

More of a giver, but doesn’t mind receiving

I don’t think he’s particularly kinky, but he would want to try everything at least once

One thing he is really into is mild bondage

Like just your hands or feet tied up, drives him absolutely wild

Probably makes a joke or two while you guys are going at it, to keep the mood light

Not really a loud moaner unless you ride him, that’s his only weakness, rather his moans are for the most part breathy and absolutely angelic to the ear

Doesn’t go hard, usually

Unless he needs to let go of some of his built up stress

That’s when he straight up wrecks you

After you’re both satisfied, he makes sure you’re okay and immediately grabs a towel to clean you up

Cuddles are a must

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #geto headcanons #geto suguru #getou #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto x reader #getou suguru smut #geto fluff #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #geto

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sandbees · 3 years

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Hewwo I enjoy your writing! Keep up the amazing work! I really liked the House Of Mouse where Yuu meets the Great Seven. I was wondering what would happen if the Great Seven randomly visits NRC and requested Yuu as their tour guide or something and like all the students and staff are shocked to see them in the flesh but also seeing Yuu with them or something along the lines.

It’s just been on my mind seeing everyone’s reaction of Yuu being friends with Jafar, Queen Of Hearts, Evil queen, Ursula, Hades, Scar and Maleficent.

Also have a wonderland day! :D

Thanks! And yes, Yuu has to expect random visits from the Great Seven after they’ve grown to like them. BUT- IMAGINE IF THEY SHOW UP IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS

Crewel: Now, turn to page 154 and start mixing your-

Queen of Hearts: *Walks in* YUU! AS QUEEN, I DEMAND YOU TAKE ME ON A TOUR AROUND YOUR SCHOOL- Oh hello, Trappola, Spade.

Crewel: What-

Students: :00 ????

Ace: Oh my god... *Sinks down into the ground*

Deuce: Ah! H-Hello Queen of Hearts! *Bows*

Yuu: ....But I have cla-

Queen of Hearts: TOUR! NOW! And Spade, turn your toes correctly when speaking to royalty!

Deuce: Y-Yes!

The whole class is dumbfounded as THE Queen of Hearts drags Yuu for a tour of the school. Everyone who passes by stares in shock as Yuu casually gives the Queen of Hearts a tour of the school.

And when they do visit? Yuu makes sure to show them the dorms based on them and introduce them to the Dorm Leaders and Vice Dorm Leaders. It goes as expected.

Riddle faints as soon as he sees Yuu and the Queen of Hearts enter Heartslybul. Well, not really, but he does freak out when he sees her. Trey is much more calm, but he’s very careful of what he says. Wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea of him, right?

The Queen of Hearts approves of both of them! She’s impressed that Riddle knows all 810 rules by memory. Trey also makes the best tarts, and he’s polite so he’s good. (“You have good tastes in choosing your Vice Leader.” - Queen of Hearts, to Riddle)

Yuu ends up talking about Leona as they take Scar to the Savannaclaw dormitory. When he asks about the Vice Dorm Leader, Yuu replies with, “Ah- I’m not exactly sure but Jack told me that there isn’t any Vice Dorm Leader. Apparently someone has to defeat the current Dorm Leader to become Dorm Leader. Then the former Dorm Leader becomes the Vice. Since no one has defeated Leona...well, there’s no Vice.”

Yuu then adds that Ruggie is like a Vice, with how much work he does for Leona.

Scar is pretty impressed, actually. Leona must be very powerful to keep his position as Dorm Leader.

He’s not at all shocked when he sees the two mentioned (+Jack and other Savannaclaw members) practicing Magishift. When they finish, they’re s h o o k to hear clapping, and the one clapping is- IS THE KING OF BEASTS?!

Leona is going to be pretty smug for the next week, since he’s been praised by one of the Great Seven (take THAT, Farena!)

Scar approves, 10/10 (Ruggie is ok, he has his own smarts that Scar is impressed by)

Ursula is very impressed with Mostro Lounge when Yuu showed her. Undersea diner with a good atmosphere, completely fits her vibe. And the cuisine 👌

Azul is dying when Floyd drags him out of his office to show him the Sea Witch and Yuu casually talking as they wait for their food. He actually dies when Yuu spots him and Floyd and calls them over.

Jade shows up moments later with their food. He then proceeds to sit down to talk. The talk goes well, Ursula praises Azul when he talks about all the contracts he’s collected over the years.

Ursula could not be more proud of her dorm - Azul is cunning and intelligent (and an octopus merman; wonderful!) with the Vice being charming and dangerous. And Floyd is amusing, and also intimidating which she thinks is perfect. Ursula could not be more happy with who runs her dorm.

Jafar is pleased with how his dorm looks aesthetically. It reminds him of the palace back at Agrabah. He also appreciates the look of the flag(?) (is it a flag? Or is it a banner?)

“It’s really pretty at night - all the lights illuminate the area nicely!” “Oh? Well, then I might request to stay the night.”

Kalim is vibrating in excitement. The Sorcerer of the Desert? Here at NRC? They have to celebrate!! Jamil sighs, but he also admits that a celebration for one of the Great Seven isn’t going overboard.

Jafar...well, he approves of Jamil. He sees himself in Jamil (a servant to a bumbling fool-) Kalim...while a bumbling fool, Jafar notices how more self aware he is than that foolish Sultan, and much more independent he is. He also appreciates Kalim’s gesture of throwing a grand party in the name of him. So, he approves of both Kalim and Jamil and show them respect.

The Evil Queen...well, she appreciates how lovely her dorm looks. Fits her aesthetic. She also adores how the dorm clothes are inspired by her usual attire - a nice touch. All the dorm members; approved. Compliment her more, p e a s a n t s.

When she talks to Vil and learns of his beliefs, she approves 10/10. Go for your goals and do everything in your power to do so! (Doesn’t mention to poison people, again everyone here literally thinks they are amazing, don’t want that image ruined). And a skin routine to keep yourself as healthy looking as can be? She may as well give it a go!

Rook...well, he’s constantly singing praises about her, so he’s alright. (The stalking when she and Yuu are going around the garden is...kind of creepy, ngl) Though she admires how dedicated he is to Vil, unlike a certain huntsman she once knew (never mention the VDC incident to her. EVER)

Well, the Dorm could be worse, Hades says, Though the aesthetic is on point.

He loves Ortho (even though he isn’t a Vice Dorm Leader). Adopted him, basically.

Poor Idia though, Hades and Ortho drag him out of his room so he can give Hades a proper tour of the dorm.

So Idia and Hades do not have a good start, but Ortho is there as the bridge. If it wasn’t for Ortho I don’t think Idia would have the courage to even try to speak to the Lord of the Underworld.

The conversation steers towards Idia’s likes. Hades doesn’t really get it, but he’s willing to learn.

Hades jokes about Idia and Ortho being his descendants or something. Idia looks at Ortho and Hades, goes back and forth. Idia.EXE has crashed, please try again later.

Well...Hades enjoys Idia and Ortho’s company. He approves of his Dorm Leader, as much as a recluse he is (secretly asks Ortho if Idia is getting enough sunlight or going out. If not, that’s fine! He’ll personally invite him out to visit the Underworld or something if that helps)

Maleficent already knows who Malleus and Lilia are, and she approves. Malleus is her grandson after all, and becoming Dorm Leader to her own dorm is a big accomplishment she is proud of.

Comes over with Yuu and asks for tea. They gladly accept. They chat and have fun times. Malleus is happy he’s invited for once.

Maleficent is pretty annoyed that Malleus isn’t invited as often as she hoped. She sympathizes with Malleus, for not being invited to things hurts.

And Lilia? Ha, Maleficent has long chats about the olden days with him. (Even a few inside jokes that only make sense if you lived through them.) She’s also proud how Lilia took care of Malleus, look how Malleus is grown, Lilia, you raised him well.

Enjoys her time at Diasomnia. She’s planning to visit more often.

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step-on-me-khun · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet Headcanons - Tokyo Revengers - No Minors Please

Thinking of doing this for Draken or Mitsuya next

Chifuyu Matsuno - (adult/timeskip)

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

Sweet boy. Accidentally hurt you being a little too rough? Kisses the area that he got you. Cleans you up, suggests you have separate showers, only if it's still early.

Hugs, cuddles and lots of love are thrown towards you. You could just lay there for hours and hold each other, he's so loving and affectionate.

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

Loves every inch of you, but if he had to think about it, it would probably be your waist and hips.

I really can't guess what he likes about himself, maybe his shoulders or neck.

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

Don't ask him to cum on you, it makes him a bit uncomfortable, and he doesn't want to do it because you're just too pretty to have that on you. His cum is more thin than thick, but it is also sweet.

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

Don't tease him in public, it's not something he can handle, he will literally drop everything and try to go home and get rid of his problem

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

He's an attractive guy, so maybe he's had some experience. But it's nothing he would ever brag about.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can see your face or keep you very close, so missionary, cradle, spoon

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

No very goofy, if he thinks he's done something wrong (he never has done anything wrong, he just worries) he will tickle you or try to make you smile with compliments and praise

He's very serious when it comes to wanting to make you feel good

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

He's very neat, more or less clean-shaven, not much in terms of stray hairs

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

Loves being close to you, having your arms or legs wrapped around him and pulling you even closer makes it even better. I can see him being romantic as hell, peppering you with soft kisses on your face his he hovers over you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's not too uncommon that he does, but if he's lonely and is thinking of you in that way, then he will relieve himself, at first, he was embarrassed about it, but then he got used to

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light marking, only leaving a small number of purple dots on your inner thighs, neck and chest, edging, only when he goes down on you, body worship, praising, hair pulling, but only when you're in cowgirl or missionary and he wants to kiss your neck, and he doesn't yank your hair, it's just a soft tug

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere that's private, any place in his or your place. The riskiest place you've been intimate is in his shop, obviously when it's closed and it's only the two of you

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

You have to do the right thing at the right time to make him want you, it's not that it's not easy to get him aroused, it's just not hard either. Shoving him roughly against something and pressing your body on his will easily catch his attention and get him aroused

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

No heavy bondage, no gagging you at all, nothing that hurts you or endangers you

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

Is a switch. When he goes down on you, it's difficult to get him to stop, one of the few times he will overstimulate you, well, it's more like edging you until you're begging to come. It's enough to leave you shaky and teary-eyed.

When you go down on him, he is nothing but sweet with you, his hands holding your hair up for you and cupping your face. If he ever wanted to face fuck you, he would ask you and make sure you're alright with it before rushing in, apologizing every few minutes once he comes.

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

He more than likely loves the intimacy, holding you close, watching your facial expressions, holding your hands and listening to your soft moans as the sounds quickly reach his ears. He's not too slow with you, if you ask, he'll take the hint and do what you ask of him. But, if you beg him to be rough, then he will ask if it's really what you want, telling you to yell at him if it's too much, placing a kiss on your forehead or shoulder blade before going for it

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

If he's busy, then this is perfect for him when he's desperate. A possibility too if you're both rushing to get somewhere and it's the last thing you do before you leave

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

Not really someone that takes risks, even if it's something you suggest, if there's a possibility of something going wrong, he will try to avoid it

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

He's not got as much stamina as the others, the most he will go is three rounds, especially when he feels like he wants you

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

Probs has a vibrator, only uses it on you, especially to overstim or edge you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really too unfair, if you beg him to stop teasing you, he will hear you and take you seriously enough to stop after making you come, if you want him after that, have going to have to tell him

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

Isn't loud, soft and breathy moans and groans mainly, hisses a lot as he comes or when you suck him off

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

There have been a couple of instances when he has been working and the thought of you got a little too much, he had to stand behind the counter for a while, thinking of something that wasn't so lewd to distract him

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

Just a tiny bit smaller than average, just under 6 inches, but it's nothing to complain about when he makes you feel just as good as he always does

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

Nowhere near high, kind of low really, you would have to try to get his attention with something to get him aroused

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The type of guy who waits until you're comfortable and asleep before he eventually sleeps, an arm still around you as he closes his eyes

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blahkugo · 3 years

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𝟑 ༒ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫

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tōru oikawa — dirty talk

a/n: tōru “steal ur bitch” oikawa. i apologize for yet another cucking fic (no i don’t) <3 thank you to @theygottheircages for that last line ( ˘ ³˘)♡

wc: 1.4k

cw: adultery, degradation, slapping, oinks being a bastard

Your fall from heaven began with a glance. It was nothing more than an accident, a stare held one second too long to be anything other than romantic. But the moment you laid eyes on him—batted fluffy lashes up towards this divine bringer of light—you knew it was much too late to avoid being blinded.

He feeds you the apple in slices.

A smirk, the graze of his knuckles on your bare skin, an effortless tick of his jaw that keeps you pondering for days to come; Oikawa is a master manipulator. It’s so sweet, so innocent, when he swipes a thumb across your cheek to retrieve a lost eyelash, but those same fingers send shivers down your spine.

It was manageable—harmless fun, even. Your relationship suffered naught from the temptations, because, if anything, it made you more eager for Issei. The little traipses with temptation only urged you to kiss your fiancée harder, to love more passionately, to grip him with a ferocity each and every time he held you in that unwavering grasp of his.

But the snip was inevitable, wings torn off in a haze of lust and immorality.

You should have seen it coming, should have bitten the hand that fed you. Because once that wretched apple was gone, he had nothing more to give you. But you asked for more, practically begged for the precarious situation you now find yourself in—Ambrosia-soaked fingertips pressed against your eager tongue.

“You’re slobbering all over me,” he smirks, pressing deeper, “it’s disgusting.” The Devil has a way of making the crudest remarks sound regal, alluring and utterly irresistible even as he promises eternal damnation.

You mewl around his digits, pleading for the mercy of sweet release; Oikawa only laughs, nudging your legs apart with his free hand and diving straight for your pretty lace panties. He doesn’t have to check to know you’re drenched, a patch of slick soaking through the skimpy article and trailing your thighs. Any lesser reaction would be a disservice to his sanctity.

“What should I do with you?” He questions, expectant, though his fingers remain lodged inside your mouth. A knuckle curls and unfurls against your clothed slit—teasing, maddening. “Hm?”

“Fuck me,” your words are garbled around him, “please.”

The plea doesn’t sway him, finger still lazily circling your bud. He seems to be contemplating his next move, deciding how to debauch you further. Your room feels small, held captive by the dizzying scent of pink pepper and rum—his cologne.

Oikawa has never been an entity that sits by the sidelines. No, like water in any container, wherever he is he fills with himself. He is too grand not to be the center of attention, too illustrious to ignore. You can swear up and down that you were already much too enamored to take heed of his presence, but it’d be a lie all the same.

“Don’t get all dazed on me now,” he snaps, slapping at your clit. The whine that leaves you should be illegal, a high-pitched huff of air that makes you sound depraved. “Why should I bother with Mattsun’s leftovers?” He tilts his head ever-so slightly, soft brunette locks tousling with the movement. It’s an action wholly unsuitable for someone so wretched.

The mention of your poor, sweet fiancé sends a rush of guilt through you—at the weight of what you’re about to take part in. Leftovers. That’s all you are to the Devil before you, all you’ll ever be. And yet, the shame brings with it a new wave of heat to your core.

As humiliating as it may be, you have no choice but to heed the warning. You may have been able to refuse him, had you been stronger, more sound in your principles. But too much of your soul belongs to him already, too many nights spent yearning and aching for this very moment.

That’s why—with a trembling voice, body ablaze with greed—you begin your oblation,

“Tōru.” You attempt to call as sweetly as possible, stretching his name even as your voice remains muffled around his digits. Though his face stays steady, arrogant smirk sitting proudly, you swear you feel a slight twitch in his fingers. “Need you inside me,” a pout, paired with a soft graze of his bare bicep, “m’so wet for you, p-please.”

It’s enough to set him off.

Oikawa doesn’t bother stretching you out; whether it’s because he’s well aware how most of your nights with Issei end—panting beneath the sheets—or because he simply doesn’t care to, you’re unsure. But instead of nudging his fingers into you, he simply sinks his cock in, fast and heavy, digits of his left hand still hooked onto your pliant tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses sharply, “how are you this fucking tight?” Tears cloud your vision, your lower half bursting with pain as you instinctually attempt to scramble away, but Tōru’s free hand now rests at your waist, clutching you tightly against him.

“Tōru!” The tears flow freely down your cheeks now. “Shlow– ah, slow down!” Even as you cry out, you know the words are meaningless. Every twinge of pain makes you drool, every slap of heavy balls against your slit urges you to wrap your legs around his middle and pull him closer. It seems Oikawa knows it, too.

“Cute.” It’s his favorite word for you, a compliment that used to make your eyes grow wide and your skin prickle with pride. Now, it sounds like nothing more than a sneer—praise for a favorite pet.

Despite your pleas, the pace Oikawa sets is relentless. When he finally frees your mouth, it’s only to slather slick fingers across your face. There’s a tap at your cheek—once, twice—the palm of his hand slapping softly before gripping at your jaw. He bends to meet the shell of your ear, nipping at it with sharp canines before whispering,

“Mattsun told us all about how much you love to play the good girl.” You draw a sharp breath, but Tōru only snickers. “It ‘hurts so bad,’ right?” A sharp thrust, a mewl from you. “I’d play along,” he grunts when your nails dig into his back, “but I want to see that look on your face.”

There’s a throbbing now, a wrench in your gut that has nothing to do with how hard Oikawa pounds into you. Issei—sweet and doting, the perfect man to settle down with—has shared your most intimate moments with this bastard? It’s wrong, to criticize an angel’s minor sin while (quite literally) in bed with the devil, but you can’t help the hurt.

“There’s that face,” he declares proudly, lips quirking into a sly smile. “Now, I want to hear it. Why are you panting like a bitch in heat?” His fingers press bruises into your waist. “Why are you pulling me closer?” Sweat drips off your bodies, the heat and humidity clouding your brain. “You beg and you cry, but really, you love being fucked like this.” When your eyes roll back, he slaps your cheek once more. “Don’t you?”

The fingers at your waist move all at once, grazing your thighs before circling rapidly at your bundle of nerves. You don’t think you can speak, want nothing more than to deny the goading, but the pleasure makes your head foggy and your tongue loose.

“I-I do! I do!” The irony of the those two words—of the fact that you’ll be whispering them to your beloved in only a few days, isn’t lost on you. “Fuck- Tōru, I love being f-fucked like this.”

“Atta girl!” Oikawa laughs louder now, a bellowing that rumbles his chest, sweat-soaked skin strained tightly against your own.

You once thought yourself Eve, led awry by the temptations of a fallen angel. You thought yourself holy and misplaced in your naive trust of the figure before you. But what of Lilith? What of the demoness, the woman disgraced long before the Devil could dishevel her?

“Now, why don’t we call up Mattsun and let him know just how much of a slut you are?”

Angels of a feather fall together.

#oikawa x reader #toru oikawa #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #tw slapping #tw adultery #tw degradation

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wingsofkpop · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Yang Jeongin (m)

A - Aftercare

Despite being on the more inexperienced side, I think Jeongin is responsible enough to know that aftercare is a must following sex, whether it be making sure you both are properly hydrated or helping you change the bed sheets. Because he’s usually babied by his members, this sweet boy treasures each moment he’s able to take care of you for a change though he won’t say no if you request to be the bigger spoon for a night or two.

B - Body Part

Seeing as our dear maknae has apparently gotten buff somewhere over the years, he likely takes pride in his biceps and arms in general as he damn well should. We’ll go more in depth about it later, but let’s just say Innie likes to use his strength in more ways than one… Moving on, Jeongin will never not be a fan of your neck. Mans has a bit of a marking tendency, but hormones aside, Jeongin’s in love with your scent, which seems to be more pungent around thah area. Plus, the crook of your neck also makes a good hiding place when he’s shy.

C - Cum

The only place this man’s cumming is in a condom. He may not be a baby anymore, but he doesn’t want any other baby Jeongins showing up anytime soon. Changbin is already a handful enough as it is…

D - Dirty Secret

Now it’s a bit out of the element here, but Jeongin sometimes gets tired of being coddled by his members. That being said, he’s had some fantasies about proving his growness—fantasies that may or may not include getting caught eating you out until you’re a literal puddle by Chan or Hyunjin, or maybe fucking you into the wall just in time for Changbin or Seungmin to walk through the door. Not wanting to disrespect you or anything, he prefers to keep these thoughts to himself… just don’t ask questions if he starts to get a little handsy during movie nights with the other boys.

E - Experience

Like most of the younger Stray Kids members, I don’t think he has too much sexual experience. He’s probably made out with a girl or two over the years, maybe felt her up a bit, but that’s as far as his hands-on exploration goes. Even so, he probably has a general idea of how things are supposed to go, generously provided by stories from his members and the wonders of porn.

F - Favorite Position

Due to his lack of sexual practice, Jeongin probably has not found his all-time favorite position just yet. He’s eager to try everything he possibly can, so expect to be blown away literally every time y’all do the do.

G - Goofy

Jeongin doesn’t mind getting a little silly during sex every once and a while, but he also knows that a more sensual, serious mood is needed too. The first few times will definitely be more casual and light-hearted, kept alive by his playful grin and mischevious fingers. But even as you two begin to become more mature, that same youthful atmosphere will remain, making it feel like the first time every time.

H - Hair

He probably just lets it do it’s own thing honestly. As long as it doesn’t get too unruly, he doesn’t mind it all that much.

I - Intimacy

Seeing he’s likely never been in a serious relationship before you, he’s all about the ideal, romantic aspect of love making. And while there won’t necessarily be rose petals and silk sheets every time you guys have sex, he knows how to make you feel loved and wanted with just his touch alone. Eye contact is also a huge must for Jeongin—he needs to see your face in the moment, to watch the pleasure overtake your body as he brings you to a headspace only few have the privilege to witness. It may sound cheesy, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he has a secret plan to marry you one day, already knowing you’re his forever person.

J - Jack Off

Innie is young, so it’s no surprise his hormones are a bit on the overwhelming side at times. For him, getting off largely depends on if and when he has a moment to himself, which is quite rare between his busy schedule and lack of privacy in the dorm. That being said, he probably masturbates no more than three times a week. If that.

K - Kink

Alright hoes, I’m gonna start this off by saying Jeongin damn well has some sort of strength kink. We’ve all seen the size of those arms. Now he wouldn’t necessarily manhandle you, but if the moment requires him to pick you up by your thighs, or maybe pin your wrists to the bed cause you’re getting a little too frisky, then a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He also has a HUGE thing when you get all dressed up for him, whether it be in a dress/suit or a lingerie set. Some other honorable mentions of his include marking, praise, and the occasional teasing.

L - Location

Please, please, PLEASE let this man take you against the wall, or anywhere that lets him show off his strength. He turns into some type of beast, I swear—Bonus points if y’all have the dorm to yourselves, because then he will literally take you against every single surface…

M - Motivation

The second you compliment him, this man will be literal putty in your hands. He loves, and I mean LOVES, when you praise him for his stage performances or MV scenes. And don’t let him catch you watching his fancams… or else prepared to get dicked into next year~

N - NO

BDSM is completely off the table for Jeongin. While he doesn’t mind trying something new every so often, he’s just not comfortable treading into the kind of intense territory that would require use of a safe word. He’s also just not a fan of power dynamics in general.

O - Oral

Sorry fam, oral is just not it for Jeongin. It’s nothing against you, he just doesn’t prefer blow jobs because of his tendency to finish too early, and he’d much rather practice other methods of foreplay to get you both off.

P - Pace

In the beginning stages of your relationship, Innie used to utilize a rapid, sloppy pace. After obtaining more experience, his stroke game is much, much better and more fluid, though he sometimes tends to revert back to an awkward pace when he’s close to climax. But like everyone, his skill and confidence will grow more over time.

Q - Quickie

The only time he’ll settle for a quickie is if he’s completely and totally desperate for your touch. But even then, he needs to be sure your session will take place in an environment that is both private and isolated from any other people. But once he’s comfortable and secure, he’ll drive you into the nearest wall with no further hesitation whatsoever.

R - Risk

Nope, nope, nopity, nope. While the idea of getting caught makes him feel all the things, Jeongin would rather not risk anyone actually walking in on you two when you’re being less than innocent. Especially his members, because if they do, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it.

S - Stamina

He’s got pretty decent stamina. Jeongin can usually go for some foreplay and maybe two rounds depending on how exhausted he is from his schedule. Then again, on days he is a bit more on the tired side, he wouldn’t mind sitting back and letting you do most the work.

T - Toy

The most curious boy omg. Innie’s experience with toys probably stems from porn and the dark side of Reddit, so he’ll be utterly fascinated if you own any nifty gadgets of your own. And while I don’t think he’d actively shop for sex toys, he doesn’t mind spicing things up in the bedroom with a couple vibrators, restraints, or sensation play objects.

U - Unfair

Don’t let his adorable facade fool you—this boy can be the WORST tease on any given day. He’s the type of lover that will suggestively trail his hands across your breasts and thighs, then act all innocent when you call him out. Jeongin is also an expert in getting you to tell him what he wants to hear. For example, “You want me to make you cum, baby? How exactly do you want me to do that?…”

V - Volume

Honestly, this man is a moaning machine. And you may hear some cute little whimpers and whines in that mix too… At first, he was probably a bit bashful to make any noise in that context, but after some coaxing and needed praise from you, he’ll never try to be silent again.

W - Wild Card

Let me set the scene for you: You and Innie watching some horribly budgeted rom-com you found on Netflix, and literally just making fun of the entire movie. That is, until the two main leads start making out in the back of a car. Oh, this shuts you both right up, especially when clothes start coming off and the car windows begin to steam up. The scene ends eventually, but this awkward, sexually tense silence still remains between you and Jeongin, and when you look to your blushing lover, you find him poorly attempting to cover his raging hard on. Then, he clears his throat and cutely stutters, “S-So… You wanna… you know?…”

X - X-ray

He’s a bit below average: 4.5-5 inches. But he’s got some thickness to his name.

Y - Yearning

As already mentioned, Innie tends to hold back in regards to his sexual needs for fear of coming across as a horn dog. You two probably do the nasty at least once a week, but I guarantee you can raise that number if you sit your boyfriend down and explain the concept of a mutually beneficial relationship huehuehue.

Z - ZZZzzz

If there’s one thing that Jeongin loves most in the world, it’s being in your arms after a long and stressful day. Whether or not you choose to end the night with an orgasm or two, he’ll settle himself atop your body, using your breasts as his own personal pillows, and just let his tension melt away in the comforting warmth of your touch. And though he’d never admit it, sometimes he doesn’t really mind being babied after all…

#i honestly cant believe i actually wrote this...#wtf did this kid grow up?!?#stray kids smut #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids smut imagines #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin x reader smut #kpop smut

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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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smut alphabet - fatgum

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

After sex, Taishiro enjoys a nice, warm bubble bath to unwind and clean up. As you relax, preferably with you resting against his stomach, he’ll run soap all over your sweaty skin then gently massage your lower back. When you’re bent over the bed, your back takes a lot of the stress with him pounding you from behind.

Following your bath, he’ll take as much skin-to-skin contact as he can get. It doesn’t matter if you’re lounging on the couch or laying in bed. He just wants to enjoy you. Feeling your body safe in his arms puts him at ease. And he’s super warm, so he’s the best to cuddle with during chilly nights.

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

Oh, he adores your tummy. All of it. Any surface, from your collar bones to your hips, he’ll kiss and lick and tickle and worship. Anything you consider a flaw or ugly, he commends. It’s not an exaggeration. You’re an icon. He’d kneel before you, honoring each stretch mark, revering every scar, bumps, or ‘defect,’ whispering into your skin as he kisses the whole of your stomach. If you’re ticklish, be prepared for him to blow raspberries.

On himself, he’s fond of his hands and smile. His smile attracts people. It’s big, friendly, and bright. His hands, though often used for maiming, are delicate and graceful whenever they glide over you. They’re strong, broad, heavy, and thick. Those apply to his fingers as well.

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

It’s flavorful, to say the least: rather bitter with salty undertones. Most of the time, he uses condoms as he enjoys cumming inside you, but he also doesn’t want to risk pregnancy when you’re not planning for it.

It’s thick, and he loves watching it ooze out of you. Once his orgasm builds, he withdraws so only his head remains inside and pumps himself, cumming near your entrance. He’ll stroke your lower tummy, whispering how beautiful you are, singing praise after praise when you push his cum out. He’ll probably lick it up too.

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

He doesn’t really have a dirty secret. He’s quite open about what he likes and wants, and what he’s done. Regardless, he fantasizes watching you play and suck on a lollipop, occasionally using it to pleasure yourself, then lick your wetness off of it. But he knows that isn’t healthy. Food, as good as it is to eat, shouldn’t be going inside.

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

While Tai may not be a Casanova, he knows how to pleasure someone. Oral is where his confidence lies. He can easily move your body around, sucking soft skin, dragging his tongue over wherever you need. He also has enough experience to know how much he needs to prepare you for penetrative sex. Making sure you’re stretched, lubricated, and ready is one thing he does without fail.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He isn’t picky. If he’s having fun and you’re having fun, it’s a splendid position. In doggy-style positions, he fancies the view of your hips wriggling and ass bouncing. And in missionary/right angle positions, your moaning face is a delight to see. Your legs will be held against his stomach as he’s thrusting into you, watching your breasts and mouth. He’ll occasionally open them to fondle more of you.

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

Despite his normal, feel-good, cheerful mood, he becomes a bit serious once in the moment. That doesn’t mean he won’t laugh, joke, or smile. Because he absolutely does! But his general feel is more acute, focusing on your body, praising your mouth and skill to hell and back.

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

There’s a tuft of hair down there with a little trail leading up to his belly button. It’s a sandy blond that darkens to dirty blond around his base. He doesn’t shave: it makes him feel weirdly naked. He may trim after a while, but he typically keeps it at a manageable semi-long.

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

You won’t have to ask for flowers, a candlelit dinner, and soft music. One random day, you’ll open the door to all of that and more, and your smiling boyfriend holding a present. It’s a cute, new teddy he wants you to wear. After dinner, he whisks you away to the bedroom, continuing the romance for the rest of the night.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It happens more than Tai cares to admit. A Hero’s job isn’t easy. Masturbating works excess stress off. And he gets more adrenaline boners than others. He doesn’t know why. He’s been that way since he was a teenager. In the wake of a fight, he hurries home, jumps in the shower, and relieves himself. It’s over pretty quickly. However, if you’re home, he’s very willing to receive a blowjob. You know… if you want.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s very vocal. Not in the constantly moaning way. He just talks a lot, worshiping and praising your body and everything you do. It’s natural to him. He only wants you to know how good you are at sucking him and how beautiful you look gasping at the sheets and how stunning your slightly teary eyes are each and every thrust.

Going off that, it may not be a kink per se, but it arouses him seeing your eyes water. It’s not sadistic. He’d hate to bring you genuine pain. It’s about seeing you so horny, captivated, passionate, and immersed in all the pleasure to the point you can’t contain it, so it comes out as tears, floods his heart in love and warmth. He’ll do anything to see you like that every time.

Some softer kinks are anal and toys. He enjoys exploring your body and finding fresh ways to have fun. Anal isn’t one he partakes in a lot because of his size. It’d take much more preparation, and he worries about hurting you.

Being a Daddy is another thing he enjoys. It’s not his primary interest, and he can certainly live without it. He just likes being a protector, a comforter, keeping you safe from the world as you cuddle on the couch. He’s open to having rules, punishments, and willing to explore the overall lifestyle.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Not only is Taishiro incredibly tall, but he’s also strong and heavy. He’s broken more than his fair share of furniture. And yes, some of that was because he was screwing his partner over a table, putting his entire weight behind each thrust. Considering this issue, he tends to stick to the bed, couch, and sometimes the bathtub (really just any place that he won’t break).

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

When you’re licking a popsicle, slurping the drippings, he’s interested. When you’re sucking on a lollipop, twirling your tongue around it, he’s very interested. He simply approves of you using your mouth in domestic-yet-arousing ways.

Overall, it doesn’t take much to work him up. You can just ask for sex, and he’s down. Lingerie is cute, especially if it’s a simple matching bra and panty set with some frills. It’s basic yet endearing. It also lets him appreciate your tummy.

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

He’s open to trying most things once. He wants to experience something before deciding his stance on it.

Sex in public is the main one. He’s a Pro Hero. Public indecency would ruin his career. And he’s a huge guy. He can’t exactly hide. So even if he wanted to, it’d be incredibly hard to fondle each other while in public.

He won’t ever put your or his health in danger. The extreme side of BDSM (blood, CBT [not the therapy], and whips) and any sort of bodily fluid/waste are off-limits. Those hold no interest to him.

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

Tai eats… everything. You’re no exception to his hunger. He’s a firm believer in going down on his partner. His tongue, like his fingers, is broad, thick, and heavy. Because of his size, he’s become quite proficient at giving oral to prepare others.

He starts with feather-light kisses along your thighs, getting you excited before even touching you. When you’re shaking to his liking, he removes your underwear to continue his kisses, gradually increasing in pressure. His first licks are around where you want them. Only when you’re moaning from that does he finally lick along you, pushing his tongue inside, sucking your clit in between his lips. He likes you orgasming at least once before he fingers you.

To treat him, oral cock warming is the best option. While he’s watching Tv, just plop down between his legs and keep him in your mouth, sipping on all his precum. When it’s time to move, lick under his foreskin. It causes the loudest groans.

Unlike some guys, he doesn’t like it when you gag on him. It doesn’t make him feel big. He knows he’s big. Because of that and his size, he never grabs your head. He won’t force you any lower than you choose.

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

He fluctuates between slow-and-hard and fast-and-flattering. Sometimes he prefers measured thrusts, taking his time pulling out, watching you stretch around him, then intensely sinking inside so hard your whole body shakes. Other times he enjoys holding your hips at the perfect angle, thrusting quick, complimenting how well you’re taking him.

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

Quickies don’t bother him. They happen. And he certainly won’t turn one down if you happen to get all riled up in the kitchen. Just make sure you’re someplace he won’t break.

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

Again, Tai will try most things at least once. And he’s game for any experimentation. If you have a new trick or toy, he’s open. But risks? He isn’t as interested. He’s a Hero. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his career for an alleyway blowjob.

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

One round is his normal. He isn’t some sex god. Since he focuses so much on preparing and stretching you in the beginning, one session usually lasts a good forty to fifty minutes.

If he’s worked up over something, or it’s just a highly horny day, he can go for two rounds. That easily lasts for over an hour. You’ll definitely need some rest after that. Take three ibuprofen and relax in the bath together.

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

He doesn’t own any despite enjoying them. He hasn’t been in a relationship long enough to buy sex toys together. If you have any, he’d love to incorporate them. If you want any, he’ll look for some online and surprise you with the toy one day.

He’s interested in a few BDSM toys to use on you, mostly nipple clamps, furry wrist cuffs, and a paddle with little heart cut-outs so they get imprinted on your ass. Purple is his preferred color, particularly lilac or lavender. No matter your size, skin color, and scars, purple looks downright gorgeous on you. Almost too much so because it gets him riled up and thrusting gasping-bed-creaking-and-toe-curling deep.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tai will tease you to tears. He just loves the sounds you make when you’re desperate: whining for his fingers, fussing for his mouth, begging for him to finally touch you, and, most importantly, how you cry for his dick, how you whimper when he first fills you, then your gasps from his thrusts. He can’t get enough, and he’ll do damn near anything to hear more.

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

His noises are moderate in volume and perfectly handsome. His groans are deep and exciting whenever you suck him just right. Although, if talking counts, he’s on the higher end of the spectrum because his mouth just keeps on moving.

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

When people are only attracted to him when he’s skinny, he feels weird. He’s not sure if it’s insecurity, uncertainty, or something else. He hardly recognizes himself when he looks in the mirror and sees a six-pack. That’s not his body. His quirk relies on fat. His body’s supposed to be fat. Those stares and giggles he receives because of his abs don’t flatter him like it may other people. He wants his partner to love his body for everything it is.

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

Just like the rest of him, Taishiro is big. And thick. And heavy. The corona of glans is the widest part. So much so, his foreskin has trouble retracting past it. Don’t worry. It’s not phimosis, and it doesn’t pain him in any way.

When he’s entering, his head pops inside suddenly, stretching you for his near 8-inch length. You’ll undeniably feel its weight inside you. The middle of his shaft is quite wide as well, covered in an array of veins.

Hence why foreplay is always a must. No exception. He needs to stretch you plenty and apply enough lube because it’s a lot. If it’s too painful, or you just don’t want him to push all the way inside, he understands. Halfway is more than enough for him to feel pleasure.

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

It fluctuates. Most of it depends on his quirk and work. If his energy/fat is depleted, so is his sex drive. His body mainly focuses on restocking what it’s lost instead of unnecessary matters. During his good weeks, it’s fairly high, especially at the beginning of your sexual relationship. It wants to get as much of you as possible in the shortest amount of time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Tai has built up plenty of endurance from his career, something about sex tires him out. It could be the drained hormones and bliss-filled afterglow. It could be the gentle and loving feeling that floods him after watching you orgasm. It could be seeing you so spent and weak that he wants to do nothing but hold and protect you. It’s probably all three. After cleaning up, he loves laying down, cuddling naked while you both drift off to sleep.

#fatgum #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum smut #fatgum headcanons #smut alphabet #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha headcanons #bnha

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The Wedding Schemers

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Written for Maribat March Day 23 - Enemies to Lovers

Damian Wayne was so annoying, Marinette wanted nothing more than to shoot him. Unfortunately, he was the only person who could help her. If they couldn't work together, everything would be ruined.

But Marinette was getting ahead of herself. To fully explain the situation, she needed to take it back five months. Back to the beginning. Back to the first day they met. It was April, the season of growth and opportunity. And rain. Lots of rain. Marinette normally wouldn't have a problem with rain. However, rain ruined outdoor weddings and as a professional wedding planner, it meant that she always had to have a backup plan.

Marinette had just finished up her biggest wedding yet. The wedding of Adrien Agreste and Chloé Agreste (neé Bourgeoise) went off without a hitch. It was perfect, the most praised wedding of the season. Which meant it brought in new customers. New rich customers.

Timothy Drake and Stephanie Brown hadn't been in attendance at the Agreste wedding, but they had seen pictures and had decided to hire Marinette as their wedding planner. Over the phone, the couple sounded lovely. They had already picked out potential color schemes, potential venues, and a date for the wedding: October 14th. Marinette figured it might be her easiest wedding yet. That is, until she met the bride and groom in person, and they brought along the best man.

Damian Wayne was intolerable. Every idea that Marinette brought up he instantly shot down. He was pickier then either Tim or Stephanie and they were the ones who were getting married in the first place. Marinette was so frustrated she wanted to quit the job. However, she knew that if she wanted to break into the high-profile wedding business, she couldn't have such a major blow to her reputation. So Marinette sucked it up and tried her best not to punch Damian. All Marinette had to do was survive one annoying groomsman, and her career would be set for life.

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It was a warm, breezy August morning when Marinette got the phone call. "Hello?" she said as she answered the unknown number, setting her mug of coffee down on her side table.

"Marinette?" Marinette recognized the voice as Stephanie Brown, slightly distorted by the sob that she let out half-way through the word.

"Stephanie, are you okay?"

"The wedding is off," Stephanie cried, barely able to get the words out. "Tim and I aren't getting married."

"What's wrong? I'm sure we can fix this." Marinette tried to reason with Stephanie but was hung up on before she could finish her sentence.

Marinette stared down at her phone, trying to puzzle through what she had just learned. It just didn't make sense. Stephanie, who seemed perfectly in love with Tim just days earlier, was now calling off the wedding. Obviously, there had been some unexpected developments since Marinette last spoke to the couple, but she couldn't imagine a fight that they couldn't work through. Marinette needed to get back in the loop, and she knew who she needed to call. With a long-suffering sigh, Marinette dialed Damian's number.

"Dupain-Cheng," Damian answered the phone with a clipped tone.

"Wayne. Any idea why Stephanie just called me to announce that the wedding is off?"

Damian sighed. "One of Tim's ex-girlfriends met up with him last night. I'm not certain what happened, but I'm certain that Rossi was involved."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Lila Rossi," Damian bit out the name, "Has had her sights on making my brother miserable since the day he broke up with her. She would love nothing more than to ruin his life."

Marinette took in a deep breath, then let it out. "It's clear to me that Tim and Stephanie are both perfect for each other. This is just a minor setback. Someone needs to get them back together. Are you going to help me, or am I on my own?"

"I will help," said Damian succinctly. "I will pick you up in twenty minutes so that we can formulate a plan."

Damian hung up the phone and Marinette was left wondering how in the world she got herself into this position. She now had to spend the day with the most intolerable man she knew, so that she could reunite his recently broken up friends, in order to save their marriage. Marinette sighed. "I might need another coffee."

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Damian pulled up to the curb in front of Marinette's house, driving some luxury brand that Marinette would never be able to afford. Marinette climbed into the passenger seat, turning to Damian with an expectant look. "Do we have a plan yet?"

"Not quite a plan, but I do have a handle on the situation as it is now," said Damian, "Tim is refusing to talk to Stephanie. Stephanie is refusing to talk to Tim. Neither will tell my why they've called off the wedding, but it's obvious that there is some degree of miscommunication going on."

Marinette started to do what she did best - formulate an action plan. "We have to get them to meet up and talk things out. I'll take Stephanie, you take Tim. We need to convince them to follow us to a neutral location and we'll have to come up with convincing lies. If either sees through our plan the whole thing is ruined. Then we'll need to find a place to have them meet. I'm thinking a restaurant. We need our location to be somewhere where neither of them would storm out from but it also has to be private enough for them to talk it out."

Damian nodded. "There are plenty of restaurants that would be suited for our needs. The real problem is convincing Tim and Stephanie to follow us."

"I already have an idea for Stephanie. I'm going to ask her if she wants to go to Clement Park and do one of the destroy-the-dress photoshoots. I image that she's upset enough right now to agree to something drastic and dramatic."

Damian looked surprised. "That's a good idea. You're less incompetent than I thought, Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette decided to take his words as a compliment. "Thanks. I am a wedding planner, after all. It's kind of my whole job to be good at plans involving weddings."

"This is more of a scheme than a plan."

"I'll be a wedding schemer for the day, then," joked Marinette. "Now, are there any good restaurants near Clement Park, or should I choose a different location?"

"I know a restaurant a block away from there. I’ll lure Tim there under the premise that we’ll be getting lunch."

Marinette nodded. "I'll try to get Stephanie to the restaurant at noon. I'll also try and make sure the dress stays intact for that long. I have a feeling that Stephanie will still need it after her lunch today."

"Thank you for assisting me. I do not say this often, because it is rarely true, but I do not think I would be able to accomplish this task without your help."

"No problem, Wayne."

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Stephanie jumped on the opportunity to destroy her wedding dress.

"I can't believe I ever agreed to marry him," fumed Stephanie as they drove to the park, wedding dress taking up the backseat of Marinette's car.

"What happened between you two?" asked Marinette. "You seemed perfectly happy when I saw you last week."

"He hooked up with one of his ex-girlfriends behind my back. Lila called me last night to confess to the affair, begging me to forgive her because she didn't even know that Tim had a fiancée when she slept with him. I didn't believe her at first, but then she sent me proof. The poor girl kept blaming herself. It wasn't her fault, the only person to blame was Tim."

"That's horrible." Marinette decided not to press the issue any further. She needed Stephanie to trust her.

As the car stopped at the red light, just a block away from the restaurant, Marinette turned to Stephanie. "I just had an idea. We should get some red wine to splash onto the dress."

Stephanie grinned. "Oh that would absolutely ruin it. I'm sure we can pick up a bottle in one of the restaurants down the street."

Marinette pulled the car up in front of the restaurant that Damian had chosen. "Why don't you come in with me, to help pick out the bottle. We can use half of it to destroy the dress and the other half to get drunk afterward."

"You're just full of good ideas today." Stephanie got out of the passenger seat and followed Marinette into the restaurant.

This was the most delicate part of the scheme. If Stephanie caught sight of Tim and Damian too early it would ruin everything. Marinette led Stephanie through the restaurant towards the back, where Tim and Damian sat, under the premise that they were looking for the sommelier.

"Oh no!" Stephanie looked furious as soon as she caught sight of the men, but it was too late. The only way for Stephanie to get away was to make a scene. Marinette grabbed Stephanie's wrist and pulled her over to the table. "Really, Tim?" hissed Stephanie.

"I wasn't involved with this," growled Tim, glaring at Damian.

Damian got out of his seat and pulled it out for Stephanie to sit down in. "I think the two of you need to talk this out. I have no idea what lies Lila Rossi spun to cause this, but her motives have been nefarious since the moment she stepped into Tim's life. Rossi is the untrustworthy one here, not either of you."

Stephanie sighed. "Fine. I'll give Tim twenty minutes to tell his side of the story. But then I'm leaving."

"Thank you," said Damian. He put his hand on Marinette's shoulder and led her away, giving Tim and Stephanie their privacy.

"Do you want to go check out Clement Park?" asked Marinette once they were outside the restaurant.

"Why would we do that?"

Marinette shrugged. "In case Stephanie doesn't forgive Tim, I need to find a good spot to pour wine onto the wedding dress," she teased.

Damian cringed. "That's a twenty-thousand dollar wedding dress. You were just going to let it get ruined?"

Marinette shook her head. "I would have never let Stephanie destroy it. Even if our scheme doesn't work out, I'm going to keep trying to get them back together. Tim and Stephanie love each other. This is just a minor setback."

A thoughtful look passed over Damian. "Thank you, Marinette, for your help today."

"No problem. I was happy to help."

"I suppose you would be. Having your clients cancel after five months of work would no doubt be a career setback."

Before Marinette could protest what he said, she heard a voice call out from behind them. "Marinette! Damian!" It was Stephanie, grinning ear to ear as she ran towards Marinette and Damian, hand in hand with Tim. "We're getting married!" exclaimed Stephanie as soon as she was within earshot of Marinette and Damian.

"That's great!" Marinette replied, feeling the weight of Tim and Stephanie's failing relationship lift off of her chest.

Stephanie looked a bit more nervous. "We're getting married today. This wedding prep - planning the rehearsal dinner menu and picking out flowers for the bouquet - has been driving me crazy. All I want is to get married to Tim."

An elopement was the opposite of what Marinette wanted. It would be a terrible career move, to have her clients get so sick of planning their wedding that they abandoned it entirely. And yet, she carriedfor Tim and Stephanie too much to see them suffer on her account. “You’re wedding dress is in the trunk of my car. You wanted to ceremony to take place in the gardens at Wayne Manor, and that can happen any time. How about six tonight?”

Stephanie let out a sigh of relief. "Marinette, you're the best. Tim, let’s get married.”

Tim nodded. “Let’s get married.”

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It was Marinette’s first time planning a wedding in five hours. It might have been stressful, except Stephanie assured Marinette that they didn't want big impressive decorations. And in a very unlikely turn of events, Damian showed up to help Marinette set up.

Marinette wasn't quite sure why Damian was there beside her, tying ribbons and flowers to the walls of the little gazebo on the grounds of Wayne Manor. She got her answer when Damian finally asked the question he had been holding in for hours. "Why didn't you convince them to go through with their original wedding plan? You've put countless hours into their wedding and now all of that work is for nothing."

That was the question of the hour. The response was easy. "If I was in it for the money, I would have chosen a completely different career. I decided to become a wedding planner because I wanted to make people the happiest they could be on their special day. For Tim and Stephanie, this is the happiest they could be on their wedding day - not a big blowout wedding, but a small personal ceremony. It took almost losing everything for them to realize this."

Damian looked guilty. "I'm sorry that I misjudged you, Dupain-Cheng."

"Call me Marinette and I just might forgive you."

"Of course, Marinette. I suppose you may call me Damian, then."

"Thanks, Damian. Now can you pass me the pink ribbons? I want to pair them with the gypsophila and white roses."

As they worked together, slowly but surely turning the gazebo into the perfect wedding centerpiece, Damian kept up the conversation with Marinette. "I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other after this."

"You think?"

"I'm certain that Tim and Stephanie won't forget the help that you gave them.

Marinette shrugged. "It wasn't that big of a deal. Anyone would do what I did."

"Not just anyone. You're special, Marinette."

Marinette blushed. "I think you're pretty special too, Damian."

Her face got dangerously close to Damian's, and she could see the desire in his eyes. Marinette's eyes closed, and she sucked in a small breath of air, ready for what was about to happen.

In what had quickly become a trend for the day, Stephanie chose that moment to interrupt the intimate moment between Marinette and Damian. From across the lawn, she called out, "Quit flirting and finish up with the decorations! The ceremony is about to start and I need help putting my dress on!"

Marinette glanced over at Damian, face still pink with blush. "I've got to go, but I'll see you after the ceremony."

"Goodbye, Marinette."

Marinette fled the gazebo, wondering how in the world she had gone from dreading spending time with Damian to almost kissing him.

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The ceremony was beautiful, even if it was entirely under-planned. Tim's vows to Stephanie were only half-written, so he had to improvise. Stephanie's allergies were acting up from all of the pollen in the air. They ran out of napkins ten minutes into dinner. Still, Marinette knew that this was Tim and Stephanie's dream wedding.

"Marinette." Damian caught up to Marinette when she went into the house to get another bottle of wine for the reception.

"Damian. You wouldn't happen to know where the wine is kept?"

"We have a wine cellar."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Of course you do," she teased.

In the privacy of the wine cellar, Damian finally looked Marinette in the eyes. "I know that our relationship didn't have the best of beginnings, but I've realized now how wrong I was about you. I thought you took on Tim and Stephanie's wedding for the money. I didn't realize that you had grown to care about them as a couple."

"I misjudged you as well. I thought you were so difficult to work with because you didn't like me. I realize now that it was because you wanted the best for your family."

"How about we start over," suggested Damian.

"You've got yourself a deal." Marinette stuck out her hand. "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, professional wedding planner."

"I'm Damian Wayne, the brother of the groom."

Marinette grinned. "I've heard that there's a dance floor outside. Maybe you'd like to show me it?"

"Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with you, Miss Dupain-Cheng?"

"Call me Marinette, and you've got yourself a deal." Marinette snagged the right bottle of wine and started making her way out of the cellar. "By the way, Damian, I had a fun time scheming with you today. Maybe we could come up with another scheme for tomorrow. One the involves actually eating at the fancy restaurant."

Damian smiled. "I like the way you think."

"I tend to have good ideas. It's in my job description."

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soft--dragon · 3 years

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Tree House Bros

Based on the headcannons some lovely people on discord and I discussed at an ungodly hour and I wanted to write something because the ideas we thought of were too adorable not to :D Jam and Anakin, this one’s for you guys ✊✊✊ Let’s goooooooo

Word Count: 1,964

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Charlie wouldn't be ashamed to admit that he has grown closer to Tommy. The boy was the human embodiment of sunshine, putting up a facade of brashness but really being soft underneath. He loved physical affection from his friends, something Charlie had been ecstatic about finding out. Hugs, hair ruffles, cuddles, Tommy was always willing to accept them. Charlie also discovered that praise would make the boy glow happily, so he took it upon himself to make sure he complimented the boy whenever he interacted with him.

Charlie once proudly swept the boy up in a bear hug, yelling "LOOK AT THIS CHILD! THIS CHILD IS AMAZING!" All the while Tommy was flushed red but laughing at Charlie's loud claims.

Charlie adored the teenager he'd managed to get so close to lately, to the point where he considered him his little brother. He'd been careful not to outright say that however. Wilbur always got scarily overprotective of Tommy whenever someone dropped the sibling bomb. His was more terrifying than Techno when he was in 'Big Bro Wilbs' mode.

Still, Charlie thought of himself as Tommy's brother figure, alongside the multiple other people Tommy had cluelessly managed to adopt as siblings. And being a brother figure means there are certain rules and requirements you need to meet.

One of which is knowing how to deal with a sad Tommyinnit.

Charlie had started developing what he liked to call a 'Tommy Is Sad' radar and found the boy crying underneath a tree. He'd done what any good brother would and pulled him into a hug, comforted him, then helped him fix the issue that was causing him to be upset. Once that had been cleared up, Charlie had looked at the tree they were sitting under and decided right then and there that this would be the spot for them.

The look on Tommy's face when Charlie revealed the tree house sitting in the oak tree branches would be a forever treasured memory. He'd hugged Charlie tightly, on the brink of tears that he quickly reassured the older they were purely from joy. The treehouse became their official meet up area. Anytime they needed each other for comfort, to vent, or to just hang out, the treehouse was the place to go. It had a massive slime plush that worked a beanbag for them, a large fluffy rug covering the floor and golden lanterns hanging from the ceiling. A chest sat in the corner stuffed with snack foods and drinks, their favorites of course. The treehouse was a treasured place for both of them.

One day, Charlie was talking with Eret, then suddenly went stiff as a rod.

"Charlie?" Eret blinked, "you good?"

"My T.I.S radar is beeping" Charlie said, turning on his heel and scanning the land quickly.

"Your...your what?" Eret asked incredulously.

"My brother needs a hug" Charlie rushed out his explanation, his eye catching a red and white shirt a little ways away. "Bye Eret!"

He bolted straight towards the sight of the bright sleeved clothing, leaving a very confused and slightly amused Eret in his wake. Charlie quickly approached the small cluster of trees where he spotted Tommy, slowing down so he could scan the area carefully. After walking a little further, he finally found the boy. He was curled in a ball underneath one of the tall trees, arms wrapped around his knees tightly and shoulders shaking.

"Tommy?" Charlie crouched in front of the boy, cautiously reaching out to the boy.

The boy flinched at his voice, tightening his grip on himself. "G-Go away Charlie" his voice shook with the broken, scared request. "P-Please I don't want to s-see anyone right now…"

Charlie's heart ached when he heard a choked sob, Tommy hunched in on himself as he tried to muffle himself. Charlie bit his lip, looking down at the teen worriedly. He was clearly distraught,

"Buttercup, can I pick you up?" Charlie asked softly, praying the boy said yes. He desperately wanted to hold his baby brother close and never let go until his tears had disappeared.

Tommy raised his head slightly and Charlie felt his heart drop. Tommy's eyes were red and brimming with tears, his lip dented with bite marks and cheeks streaked with tear stains. He took a shaking breath in then nodded, slowly uncurling from his ball to raise his arms out to Charlie. The man gently looped the boy's arms around his neck and hefted him up. He held Tommy close who instantly pressed his face into Charlie's neck, taking in shallow breaths.

Charlie's worry spiked further and quickly made his way to their treehouse. If anywhere could help the boy calm down it was there.

Charlie was more than grateful they installed a pulley lift as the way to get into the treehouse. He gently set Tommy down on the large slime plush, placing his hand on the boy's head and brushing his thumb over Tommy's hair.

"I'll be right back, gonna get you some water and snacks okay?"

Tommy only nodded, curling in on himself again, sinking into the plush. Charlie dropped down to the chest and took out some cookies and water, quickly returning to his brother. Tommy was trying to dry his tears, only causing them to spread across his already stained face. Charlie dropped down in front of him, taking out a washcloth from his inventory.

"May I?" He asked gently, holding up the cloth.

Tommy studied it for a moment then nodded slowly, lowering his hands from his face, sniffing. Charlie placed his hand underneath Tommy's chin to tilt his head up. With gentleness only a brother could possess for his sibling, he carefully washed the tears from Tommy's face, apologizing softly when Tommy flinched slightly at the coolness of the damp material.

Once Tommy's face was cleaned, Charlie offered him the water and cookies. They sat silently, Charlie keeping some distance between himself and Tommy in case he wanted space. Tommy nibbled on the baked goods, sniffing occasionally.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Charlie asked quietly.

Tommy swallowed his mouthful and flicked his slightly bloodshot eyes over to Charlie.

"Yeah...no...I don't know…" he mumbled, subconsciously making himself smaller. "I don't know why I just broke."

Charlie looked at him sympathetically. "Some things can just pile up sometimes, it's nothing to be ashamed of Buttercup, it happens."

Tommy smiled a little at the nickname but it disappeared as soon as it came. "Yeah it just never usually happens to me."

Charlie watched his brother for a moment then opened his arms, holding them up. "C'mere."

Tommy shuffled into the embrace, clinging to Charlie tightly once he leant against the older. Charlie wrapped the boy into his arms, holding him securely and firm but with the warmth and love Tommy deserved.

"It happens to everyone Buttercup" Charlie reassured quietly. "It doesn't matter if it's common or not, breakdowns tend to sneak up eventually and it's healthy to have a bit of a cry every once and awhile."

Tommy squeezed Charlie to him, nodding into his shoulder. "I don't like it though."

"And that's okay, I'd be a little concerned if you did" Charlie promised, then smiled and put on a Texan accent. "Have to lock ya up in the old prison cell for liking da breakdowns aye mate? Lil bit coo coo in the nogan for that one if ye ask me."

Tommy giggled slightly into Charlie's shoulder making the older internally coo. The boy's giggles were the sweetest things you could hear.

"What's got ya giggling like a hyena Tommy? Was it something I said? Nothin' funny about being thrown in yee ol' cell is there?"

The reply only got Tommy giggling more which in turn made Charlie chuckle.

"Oh no! Seems I got a case of the giggles too! It's an infection! Tommy you're spreading a giggly disease! This is terrible! I must find a cure before it takes over the server!"

He gently spidered his fingers over Tommy's stomach and lower belly, grinning at the muffled squeal Tommy gave.

"I think I've got it Tommy" Charlie began dramatically, "I think the cure is to tickle all the giggles out of you."

Tommy's laughter went higher at Charlie's words. "Nooooohohohoho" he groaned but his light hearted tone peppered with giggles let Charlie know he was okay.

Charlie kept it relaxed and gentle, wanting Tommy to feel comfortable right now. Though he wanted the boy to laugh, he didn't want to exhaust him further by wrecking him. He gently pulled Tommy's back to his chest, hugging him from behind and softly scratching around his lower belly and sides. Tommy melted into the tickles, tipping his head back to rest against Charlie's shoulder as giggles spilled from his lips.

"This okay?" Charlie asked, running his nails over Tommy's stomach.

Tommy's giggles picked up slightly, sinking further into Charlie's chest. "Yeheheah" he murmured, "fehehehels nihihihice."

Charlie felt his heart melt at the boy's words. How could one teenager be so cute??

Charlie massaged his fingers into Tommy's ribs, smiling when he squeaked through his giggles. He pressed into the divots and muscles of his ribcage, chuckling as Tommy squirmed against him.

"Lehehess plehehease" Tommy pressed out between his heightened giggles.

Charlie complied instantly, moving back down to the sides of Tommy's stomach, wiggling his nails gently. Tommy melted into the touch, giggles calming again.

"Thahahanks" he smiled up at Charlie.

Charlie nudged Tommy's head with his cheek. "Of course Buttercup, only gonna do what makes you comfortable."

Tommy flushed slightly and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest at the genuine consideration for his feelings. Instead of answering he pressed his face into the crook of Charlie's neck, trying to hide his red cheeks. Charlie seemed to catch it however and cooed.

"Naww, gotten a bit pink there Buttercup, you are so precious."

Tommy shook his head. "Nohohoho" he groaned, "I'm not."

Charlie chucked, Tommy able to feel it rumbling from how heavily he was leaning on Charlie's chest. "I think everyone on the server would disagree with you on that one Buttercup, but whatever you say."

He took a hand from Tommy's midsection to run it through the mop of curls on Tommy's head. Tommy arched his head up into the touch like a cat, a content hum emitting from his throat as his eyes fluttered closed.

Charlie smiled at the sight. "Sleepy Buttercup?" He asked softly.

"Mmmm" Tommy slurred, cuddling closer to the older. "Sleepy time?"

"Of course, I'll be here when you wake up" Charlie promised.

Tommy smiled softly and nodded. "Okay...night Big C..."

"Sleep well Buttercup."

It was a peaceful silence for a few minutes. Tommy leaned further into Charlie as his breathing evening out. His previous crying episode tiring him out and the gentle tickles easing him into sleep. Charlie kept gently carding his hand through his hair, messing with the blonde curls.

'Suck it Soot' Charlie thought with a fond smile, 'bet you've never seen Tommy like this before.'

Charlie opened his communicator and sent through a photo of Tommy sound asleep against him to Wilbur.

Pollen Boy

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Hehehe look at himmmmm

He's so sweet Wil no wonder you adopted him as your little brother

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Stop stealing Tommy Charlie >>:(

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No <3

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He's meant to be my Tommy

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Sharing is caring Wil

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He's my little brother

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I like to think he's our little brother :D

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Don't even think about it

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Too late

I'm gonna get us matching hoodies

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d o n t u d a r e

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I'm gonna get him socks too

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CHARLIE NO

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #ler!charlie #lee!tommy #tommyinnit #slimecicle #my fanfic #fanfic

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koutarouthighs · 3 years

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『 champagne bubbles 』

S U M M A R Y ― drunken words expose sober thoughts, and what do these boys have to say when their heart is too soaked in liquor to dull their filter?

post type ➺ headcanons fandom ➺ haikyuu!! characters ➺ tsukishima ⧾ kageyama ⧾ atsumu genre ➺ fluff; slight nsfw (sensual themes) tags ➺ established relationship; alcohol; language; pda; lotsa touchy drunk boys; word count ➺ 2.2k+ request ➺ [YES/NO] ; anonymous requested “could you maybe write drunk!tsukki being really sweet to his gf? like calling her pretty and being super sweet?” ↳ request status: *.·:·.✧ O P E N ✧.·:·.*

✕ tsukki doesn’t really like to get drunk, because he’s more of a spectator. he enjoys watching everyone else lose their wits so he can poke fun at them for it, sarcastically asking them a dozen questions just to video their answers to bring it up when they’re sober. ✕ but, with kuroo betting tsukki that he can drink him under the table, his obstinate personality has no option other than to meet his old friend’s challenge. what he doesn’t know is that kuroo never planned to win, not even from the start. ✕ when you see tsukki later, you’re confused with his wobbling frame and garbled words. his eyes seem to cross behind his glasses, and when he approaches you, he’s got his arm around your shoulders in a flash. you’ve never seen him be so publicly affectionate, especially not in front of a group full of his old friends who knew him once as an antagonistic rival. ✕ tsukishima compliments your appearance, your voice, your dress. he talks about how lucky he is to have you and you swear you see his reddened eyes begin to blear with tears. ✕ his hands cannot find a part of you he does not wish to explore further, always seeking but never finding solace. and finally he cups your cheeks and sloppily kisses your mouth, and you are so frozen in your stead that you do not have half a mind to kiss him back.

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“you’re just so pretty,” his voice drawls, eyes blinking slowly as he uses the arm not slung around your body to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. the slightest of pouts tugs on his lips and you want to push yourself up on your toes to kiss him, but you know how he feels about public affection.

a small laugh makes your chest blossom and tsukishima tugs you closer, your body engulfed by his lanky yet thick arms. his bicep flexes as he runs his index and thumb against either side of your neck, “you are! i know i don’t tell you enough, but you are. you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“kei,” you murmur as he drops his head to your shoulder, planting a quick kiss to your exposed collarbone. kuroo and akaashi widen their eyes at the sight, and you try to weave your fingers through tsukishima’s hair to get his attention, “kei, are you drunk?”

“yep!” kuroo’s voice is unmistakable, even from where he and akaashi, and now bokuto, are sitting in the kitchen, swiveling in their barstool seats, giggling to themselves. you narrow your eyes and hope that the glare you cut them is enough to not let them sucker him into anything like this again, knowing how much he will hate finding out about this when he’s sober.

“we can go home,” you murmur in promise against his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling back on your heels. tsukishima kisses the top of your head and wraps you back up again, tucking your head beneath his chin. he sighs, and you feel his chest deflate, “no, i like going out with you. i know i say i hate it, but i like that you want the world to know that you’re mine.”

you tilt your head back, raising a brow, “tsukki, i’m not ashamed of you. never have been.”

“no, i know,” he almost sounds stone cold sober for a second, and you blink to try and make sure you can reconcile what you’re hearing with what you’re seeing. “i just hope you know that i’m not ashamed of you. you’re kickass, and i can’t believe you let me call you mine.”

“of course,” and you feel your own voice growing heady without the influence of whiskey, “i love you.”

tsukishima, drunk or not, reaches down to frame your face with his hands and as if in slow motion, purses his mouth until you feel the bow of his lips meet your own. you flex your feet so you’re up on your toes, face heated at the sudden display of affection, disregard to who might see. his palms are expansive and warm, floating from your neck to your shoulders, down your arms until he finds the curve of your hips. his thumbs slip beneath the hem of your shirt and he sighs, parting his mouth from yours, “tell sober me to appreciate you more. he’s kind of an asshole.”

“yeah,” you lick your lips and read the hunger in his eyes, matching it with a fire in your own, “i’ll make sure to tell him in the morning.”

✕ kageyama believes that alcohol dulls the senses and takes his mind off of what is truly important - the next match. so, it’s kind of difficult to get him to indulge in a drink from time to time. but hinata always manages to spur him on, citing his days in brazil have made him the better consumer, and kageyama just can’t let that redhead best him at anything. ✕ you wish you had the effort to try and deter him from it, but watching kageyama turn loose and enjoy his time with his friends is so elating in it of itself that you don’t have the heart to try and drag him to a glass of water. ✕ your face goes red when kageyama puts down his fourth glass of rum and coke and turns his attention to you. eyes sheathed by half-hooded lids, lower lip consumed in the cage of his canine tooth as he sucks the slow drip of whatever drink did not make it to his tongue. ✕ the praise he dotes on you when he slots himself into the couch next to you is not unwelcome, and yet foreign and uncomfortable all the same. tobio is not unknown to shower you in kindness when you are alone, and when he can gather his words and his spirits, but now, in front of his friends and rivals from high school, it all feels a little out of place. ✕ his hand rests curiously high on your thigh, the other arm around your back to hold you close. he kisses your cheek and then your neck, warm breath smelling of the sweet concoction he’s downed one too many of in your absence.

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“tobi,” you whimper when his thumb drifts against the seam of your jeans, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thigh, “a-are you drunk?”

“so what if i am?” his curt response is quick, just like always. you suppose even when drunk, he’s not completely unlike himself. your gaze meets his darkened irises, pupils dilating as he tries to focus on any one feature of your face. his tone softens as he looks at you a little while longer, “god, you’re beautiful.”

your expression must show how taken aback you are, because tobio’s nose scrunches and he looks like he’s eaten something sour, “have i never told you that before?”

“n-no, you have,” you shake your head to bring your wits about you, “it’s just weird to hear it in front of all your friends.”

kageyama shakes his head and straightens his spine, palm falling down to your shoulders to massage at the blade of your back, “well, it’s the truth. in front of my friends or at home. y-you’re pretty.”

you can’t help but laugh at his wavering voice, another wave of drunkenness bringing out a shy side of him that you’re used to seeing from time to time. you lean across the space between your bodies and press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re adorable, tobi. especially when you’re drunk.”

“d-do you need anything?” he asks, the palm on your thigh finding your hand to squeeze your knuckles between his own, “water? another drink?”

you nod, brushing dark hair back from his face to his ear so you can see his sapphire irises in full, “i could use some water, if you’re getting up. but you don’t have to get me anything, babe.”

tobio is standing to his feet as soon as you finish your sentence, eyes wide and hands still clutching at you, despite the distance, “of course!” and he is gone before you have another moment to draw him back in. biting your lip, you watch as he scrambles about the kitchen, but your attention is drawn away by the other girls sitting on the couch opposite of you.

when kageyama returns, his arms are full, and his mouth is moving as if it were attached to a motor, “i got you two bottles of water and they had a can of that seltzer you like in the fridge so i got that too, and then i know where hinata hides the chocolate so i grabbed you a few pieces and then there’s also an apple in case you get hungry.”

you want to laugh, you desperately want to let your giggles escape, but you tamper them down to take the various items teeming in tobio’s hands. you reach up to cup his cheek, “you really do think of everything, don’t you, kags?”

“for you,” his voice sounds faraway, ethereal, “i’d do anything for you.”

✕ most nights after a long week of training, or a tournament with msby, atsumu spends time with bokuto and hinata and sakusa, and even osamu tags along, and they buy up tumugi, sake, and vodka until they can’t see themselves home. atsumu has the dd or a cab bring him home, and you can always tell by the way his steps stutter over the rug that he’s too far gone to even know you’re home. ✕ atsumu is a clumsy, most of the time loud, drunk. he forgets how lumbering his body is, how much he weighs, and how his head might hit the overhanging light in the living room if he’s not too careful. ✕ as soon as he spots you, curled up on the couch, his whole being softens. he licks his lips and calls your name, eyes shining when you finally make eye contact. he’ll call out for you again, asking for his girl. ✕ atsumu’s hands are insatiable as he fumbles over the top of you from where you lay, tucking his head into your neck and caging you in with his limbs. he likes the reminder of how big he is, how he can encompass your space with minimum effort. he seeks skin on skin contact while he can’t see straight, preferring to close his eyes and just feel you. ✕ he’ll mutter things into your soft skin and slip his hands underneath your shirt, but it’s nothing you haven’t heard already, only accented with giggles and blown raspberries along your body.

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“don’t you have a game tomorrow?”

“so what?!” he nips at your jaw, “what are you, my mother?!”

“that would make this a very strange position, wouldn’t it?” you snort, scratching your nails up the base of his back to his shoulders, his shirt riding up inch by inch. atsumu groans, dropping his head to your chest, circling his arms around your waist until he’s clinging onto you for dear life. he sighs and you try your hardest not to shiver at the feel of his warm breath over your bare skin.

he grunts, shifting his legs to get more comfortable, “osamu bet he could do three shots faster than me, and you know i’m the better twin, and i had to prove it, so i did it. and... and now’m here.”

another laugh makes its way out of your throat and you squeeze his shoulders, “that competition is going to get you in trouble one day. you can’t win everything.”

“i don’t gotta win everything,” atsumu licks his lips and takes a breath, craning his neck so he can look you in the eyes, “i already got you, don’t i?” you’re blushing but that doesn’t stop him, not when he’s on a drunken roll like this, “i mean, that’s about the best thing i ever coulda won.”

you twirl a finger in his hair to keep your hands busy, rolling your lips together as he rambles. atsumu pushes himself up further on your body so you’re eye-to-eye, the tip of his nose brushing up your cheek as he gets situated, “cause even when i lose a match, i still get to come home to you.”

the threatening heat of tears makes your eyes throb and you close them to get some relief. atsumu kisses both of your eyelids and then your nose, and your face scrunches at the overwhelming smell of vodka on his lips, but you don’t care, not when he’s being so kind and genuine. he cups your face with a palm, heady and calloused, and then kisses your cheek until your skin relaxes. he chuckles, “i mean it, sweetheart.”

“i know you do, ‘sumu,” your voice is thick and you clear your throat just after you speak. you finally peek your eyes open to look at him, and you almost wished you hadn’t. his umber irises melt into dark pupils, a warmth there that you cannot place, cannot describe. his skin is rosy, kissed by alcohol and emotion, and you just want to drown in him.

he noses your cheek and then captures your lips, soft kisses volleyed back and forth between the two of you as your hands roam and find supple skin and dense bone. lines blur between evening and morning, and words slur between the both of you.

and every time, as one breath ends and another begins, atsumu makes sure to show you that his words ring true, and his greatest win was always you.

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