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jyoongim · 27 days

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So in the fic where reader is Alastor’s opposite you said she gives him attitude and that just stuck with me cuz I love giving attitude, literally as I child my mom gave me her old flip phone and I’d just flip it whenever someone got on my nerves. Can I please have a funny fic where reader gives him attitude a lot? She loves him but she’s spoiled rotten(his fault). Bonus points if she reads tf out Vox in defense of her man.

Bratty Princess

A/N: I’m not the funniest person in the world so I hope you like this little Drabble @queenariesofnarnia

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How could Alastor tolerate you?

The Radio Demon was feared and many didn’t have the gall to stand up to the man.

You, however, always pushed the demon’s buttons.

You were a brat. In every sense of the word.

You didn’t listen to Alastor, you always gave him lip and fussed.

And the demon wouldn’t have it any other way. He liked that you gave him a challenge.

You were Alastor’s everything. His little darling that he let do whatever she wanted.

It was his fault really. He spoiled you rotten, giving in to every desire you wished, treating you like a princess.

You loved the attention he provided, happily exercising your rights on the man.

Your bratty attitude came with pros.

You were confident, assertive, and arrogant. Alastor would play your little game until he had enough and put you back in your place.

The cons?

You were stubborn, sarcastic, sassy. You could get away with a lot of stuff and not bat an eye at the consequences. Alastor let you

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The gang watched as you glared at the red demon.

Your eyes were narrowed, arms crossed as you fumed.

Alastor stood before you calmly. His smile on his face, arms tucked behind his back as he nonchalantly tilted his head at you.

What they were witnessing was shocking.

Someone chewing out Alastor and they weren’t shitting their pants.

”You think just because you’re some big and scary Overlord that I will do whatever you say! Well no! I finally have a chance, so I’m going and that’s final!”

you even stomped your foot.

The gang held their breath, thinking you had finally pushed the Radio Demon to the edge.

Their eyes widened when he looked at the finger poked in his chest and leered over you. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

”My dear if you wanted to go so bad all you had to do was ask.”

Their mouths dropped.

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“No I don’t like it”

Alastor’s eye twitched “You’re the one who wanted them.”

You turned your nose up in the air “I changed my mind. The color isn’t right”

The trembling demons before you almost sighed in relief when you walked away from them.

”Get rid of them” you said with a wave of your hand.

They tensed as the red demon let out a growl and turned to the shivering demons with a smile.

“Well you heard the little lady, you’re no longer needed. So I bid you adieu”

You hummed a little tune as screams ranged through the air.

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You were accompanying Alastor on one of his outings. He had some errands to run and you were simply bored and wanted to spend time with your lover.

The two of you walked past a group of bystanders, who were watching Voxtech commercials.

You didn’t particularly need anything from Voxtech, but you liked to see the marketing sales on the tech. You had a keen taste in business.

Vox, always watching, caught sight of you separating from the demon and approaching the store.

”ma cherie?” Alastor asked when he noticed you weren’t following him, he turned to see you looking through the window of the tech store.

A hand on your waist, made you aware of the demon’s present next to you.

Your eyes were fixated on the advertisements.

”No” he said sternly, already seeing the gears turn on your head.

You turn to him, a pout on your lips “But I just want to make suggestions ” You stomped your foot, pouting “come on Al. Why can’t I get a job? I make your radio broadcast a hit!”

”My dear I don’t see the reason you want to work. You can have anything you want if you ask” Alastor said as you began to whine.

You hadn’t noticed Vox materialize behind the two of you.

”You know Voxtech is hiring for a marketing director.”You spun around and Alastor cocked his head at the television, glaring.

Vox smiled down at you, throwing a smug look at Alastor.

”I’ve seen how much engagement your ideas have provided for Alastor, you got a real skill little lady. Why don’t I throw your name in the pot hmm?” He puffed his chest out pridefully.

Alastor latched his arm around you, eyes narrowed at the demon.

Vox ignored him, a sharp smile displayed on his screen.”Why don’t I give you a private tour huh? I’m sure you would like to work with more effective mediums your ideas would surely be appreciated. No need for old-timey wares”

You cocked your head “I appreciate the offer, but I like my position very much thank you”

Vox blinked. You were giving up lavish luxuries to stick beside a fossil?

He chuckled, playing off his confusion “My dear I don’t think you understand…”

You folded your arms, cocking “I don’t think you understand. I don’t need a job. I am provided for happily. I just thought you needed to clean up your marketing techniques.”

Vox screen glitched, before he cleared his throat, “very well but the offer is open.” He sent a invitation to your phone before walking off.

Alastor rolled his eyes as you giggled, giving him a smug look

”Seems I can appreciated elsewhere hehe better watch your back Al”

He walked off and you happily followed.

Why did he tolerate you?

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Vox got on his high horse and decided he would try and degrade Alastor.

Top of the hour! Were discussing a certain has-been who’s been seen cavorting around town

did anyone miss him? Did anyone notice?

So the Radio Demon is back in town, why is he hanging around?

Well I’ve got good news!

Hes a loser, a fossil, and I don’t mean to sound hostile but the demon is a coward!

He can’t even handle his little sweetheart!

The doll’s got questionable taste don’t you think? He doesn’t even appreciate the little thing!

She bratted out and he didn’t even give any backlash

Spoiled rotten that one HAHA!

What a pretty addition she could make?

So what do you say?

Your eye twitched as you heard Vox’s patronizing through the radio waves.

You and Alastor were in his radio tower and you watched Alastor hum as he sipped his coffee.

You didn’t even say a word as you made yourself comfortable in his lap as you flipped on several switches on his control panel.

”That sack of wires thinks he can just whatever he wants and you’re not gonna say anything? He right! But i will! No one get to get on your nerves but me” you grumbled as you cleared your throat

Salutations all you wayward sinners!

Yes I know its been a while since SOMEONE with style graced hell’s broadcast!

Sinners you may rejoice!

Instead of a clout-chasin mediocre video podcast

you sneered into the mic

Vox are you that insecure? Stickin your screen where it doesn’t need to be?

At least the fossil is consistent. Everyday you got a new format maybe you should fix that

I have questionable taste? You’ve been screwing the biggest perv in all of Hell!

At least I know where my dick goes

hahaha

You think you’re such high shit! Are you as strong as you purport?

is it based on your support?

Or maybe its because you’ll be nothing without the Vees!

And here’s the sugar on the cream

He asked me to join his team

I said no and now he’s being a total piss baby

thats the real tea!

You heard Vox growl and the signal glitch, but Alastor made sure to keep the frequency open.

He settled his chin on your shoulder, softly kissing your shoulder.

I wont disagree on me being a brat you got me there

But good dick does that

cant relate can you bottom bitch?

Hows that burnt circuit doing hmm? I would get that checked out

Heard viruses could cause malware function

You signed off the air, huffing, a soft smile gracing your face.

Your victorious high was short lived, when Alastor tightened his hold around your waist.

Maybe you did too much?

He chuckled in your ear, purring as you attempted to melt into him

”That’s my good girl”

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koqabear · 9 months

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Addicted To You

♡ continuation of Take It! but can be read as a stand-alone.

“It’s been three weeks since you’ve seen either Beomgyu or Taehyun, away for a business trip like always— after three weeks without seeing them, they’re eager to show you how much they missed you.”

beomgyu x fem!reader x taehyun

Genre: fluff, smut, porn with no plot. at all.

Word count 4.7K

warnings: barely edited, poly relationship but no mxm…they’re chaebols for those who don’t know, gyu is kinda bratty, it’s literally just smut

smut warnings: dom!tae, dom!beomgyu, sub!mc, threesome, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, pet names, (baby, pretty, sweetheart, etc.) dry humping, marking, praise, degrading, manhandling, breast play, mocking, exhibitionism, oral (f & m rec.) slight masturbation, handjob, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, (m. rec) slight dumbification, mentions of safe word, dacryphilia, creampies, aftercare (lmk if i should add anything!)

Notes: didn’t rlly think i’d commit to this, but take it holds a silly little place in my heart bc it was the first fic to help me gain traction on my dying blog 😭 (no, there were no other reasons as to why i wrote this tf)

Study sessions with Taehyun usually go well— he’s a great teacher, and is able to guide you through even the hardest concepts with ease; usually, you end study sessions with no energy at all, more than ready to sink into your bed with your arms wrapped tightly around him.

Usually, you don’t find yourself where you are now— on top of him, your fingers threaded into his hair as you tug him closer to you.

“Thought you were tired?” He teases, fully enjoying the way you grind against him, needy and reckless as you simply whine at his comment, “What happened to just cuddling, sweetheart?”

“Does it look like I’m in the mood to just cuddle?” you mock, pulling away from his addicting lips with a frown— he simply laughs, playing along as he sends you an innocent look— though there’s nothing innocent about the way his hands are splayed across the small of your back, encouraging the soft rock of your hips by keeping you pressed firmly onto him, “I haven’t seen you in weeks, missed you so much.”

Taehyun’s smile grows wicked; there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans forward to place sultry kisses on your neck, plump lips sucking and biting teasingly as he litters marks on any skin that’s left accessible to him.

“You missed me, pretty? How much?” he teases, mumbling the words against your neck as his hands slip under your shirt, fingers wandering as he feels the way you practically melt at his touch. The small whimper you let out isn’t lost on him as he bucks his hips up into you, prompting you to answer him with a soft bite to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“So much. So so much,” you ramble, unable to stop your desperate movements as you grind into him, able to feel the way his cock is already hard and pressed perfectly against you, biting your lip in a pathetic attempt to suppress your sounds, “Couldn’t even call you while you away, you were so busy.”

“Wow, I can’t believe this,” you immediately freeze at the sound of the voice— your eyes are wide open as you turn around in Taehyun’s grasp, mouth agape as you realize that you didn’t even notice the bedroom door opening, much less hear Beomgyu come in as he sits comfortably on the chair in the corner, arms crossed and expression unamused as he narrows his eyes at you.

“Is he the only one to get a warm welcome?” he pouts, shining eyes almost fooling you into thinking he’s seconds away from tearing up, “You didn’t miss me?”

“Gyu,” you gape, untangling yourself from Taehyun as you attempt to go to him immediately— only to be pulled back by Taehyun, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he presses you flush against him, chin slotting itself on your shoulder as he laughs at the whine you let out, “I thought you weren’t supposed to be here until next week.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he admits, leaning back in the chair as he lets out a soft tsk, taking in the way Taehyun continues his assault on your neck— you’re weak to his touches as you let out soft gasps, squirming in his grip and inevitably grinding harder against him as a result, “Though it seems you’re busy— I’ll get going then.”

“Beomgyu, ah, wait,” your voice is whiny and pathetic as you call out to him, stopping him in his tracks as he glances back at you— he takes in the way you reach out toward him helplessly, eyes darkening at the way Taehyun continues to hold you close, not planning to let you go soon as his eyes flicker up; they meet Beomgyu’s, and he’s unable to hold back his sly smile as his hands wander under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your chest before he’s expertly playing with your breasts— the way you cry out from his touches and place your hands on his forearms is amusing, and Beomgyu is quick to catch onto Taehyun’s intentions as he simply huffs out a soft laugh.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asks, tilting his head as he goes to stand before you— just out of reach, your attempts to grab onto him and tug him closer futile as you simply look up at him with teary eyes, whimpering softly at the way Taehyun begins to rut up into you, “Isn’t Tyunnie enough for you?”

The nickname has Taehyun rolling his eyes— Beomgyu’s wicked smile of amusement only makes Taehyun more irritated, even more so when you begin protesting that you want him, too.

“It’s not that,” you say, struggling to utter a coherent sentence from the way Taehyun continues to stimulate you, your brain turned to mush from his touch alone, “Just missed you… want you, missed both of you s’much…”

Both men are laughing at your state— your fucked out expression and bruised lips from Taehyun’s harsh bites is enough to have them hooked, and Beomgyu has to take a deep breath in order to keep his hands off you.

“Our sweet girl,” Taehyun hums, kissing your cheek fondly, a stark contrast to the way he continues to stimulate you, expert fingers tweaking at your nipples while he continues to roll his hips up into you; you don’t seem to notice the moment one of his hands begins to slide down coyly, slipping under your shorts and rubbing your clit teasingly over your panties— you both hiss at the feeling, and Taehyun bites his lips at the feeling of you completely soaking your underwear, “Why don’t you show Gyu how much you missed us, hmm?”

You’re nodding immediately; your hips are canting at his touch, and you can’t seem to get your eyes off Beomgyu, who simply takes you in with hungry eyes, stepping closer in order to cup your cheek, leaning down until his hips are hovering over yours.

“Still such a greedy thing, aren’t you?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as you simply cry at his words. It’s all too much for you— Taehyun’s body against yours, his soft huffs against your skin, his wandering lips and hands that don’t detach themselves from your body for even a moment— and Beomgyu’s soft hand that caresses your face fondly, staring at you with such pity in his eyes you can’t help but feel small under his gaze, “Can’t even help yourself from touching us the moment we come back to you.”

You don’t bother to refute his claims— because it’s all true, and you don’t bother to feel an ounce of shame from it, not when the two men before you can’t seem to get away from you for a second, either.

“Are you gonna cum?” Beomgyu asks, taking in the way your movements grow frantic, your mouth slightly agape and letting out streams of moans that only worsen from his question, “So close already? Come on baby, show me how much you missed us.”

Beomgyu’s lips are soft and hungry the moment they crash against yours— he’s held back long enough, unable to control his need to feel you panting and moaning against his lips the second you crash down from your high— your frantic hands grip Beomgyu’s perfectly pressed dress shirt tightly, though he couldn’t care less about it, not when you’re pulling him toward you desperately and kissing him as though you haven’t seen him in years.

“Shit…” Taehyun groans, fingers drifting down to your clothed slit, face buried into your neck as he laughs breathily— you jolt against him as you feel his middle and ring finger run along your cunt teasingly, feeling your panties stick to you and pressing against your entrance to feel how wet you are— you’re whining softly in embarrassment, though you can’t control the shocks of pleasure that still jolt through you, pulling away from Beomgyu’s lips to burrow into his chest from the sensitivity.

“She’s so wet,” Taehyun smiles, raising his head to meet Beomgyu’s— the two men feel weak to the way you grow flustered at their words, still shy as ever as you mumble incoherently into Beomgyu’s chest— Taehyun’s hold on you grows slack, but you don’t bother to stand up, still able to feel the way his hard cock throbs against you, weak to the feeling of him under you.

“Poor thing,” Beomgyu coos, rubbing your back in a way that’s more patronizing than soothing, “Guess we left you alone for too long, hmm? Can’t last this long without us, is that it?”

Your desperation is endearing to Beomgyu— though it’s something he’ll never say out loud, choosing instead to tease and poke fun at you as he takes in your weak protests and flustered reactions with a deep satisfaction.

With the two here, you don’t need to move a muscle— not when they can do it for you, allowing them to put you in any position they want as you find yourself laying on the bed, thighs rubbing impatiently as you watch them with wide expectant eyes, waiting for their next move as they hover over you.

“Won’t you ask how our trip was?” Beomgyu asks, his sweet smile doing nothing to deter your mind from the fact that Taehyun is sinking to his stomach, situating himself comfortably between your legs as he begins to pry your bottoms off— his eyes flicker down to your line of sight, and he’s able to catch the way your panties are soaked through with your arousal, your pretty cunt still glistening from your last orgasm.

“Baby?” He asks again, taking a hold of your chin and forcing you to look back up at him. He’s pouting, petulant as always when he realizes your attention isn’t solely on him, “Eyes on me, baby. Answer my question, won’t you?”

“H…How was your trip…?” you’re trailing off indignantly the moment you feel Taehyun’s mouth on you; it’s warm and messy as his tongue is instantly licking up the remnants of your arousal, your legs twitching at the feeling before he’s throwing them over his shoulders— his grip is bruising on your thighs as he keeps you in place, sucking and licking and moaning against your cunt like a crazed man.

“It was so boring,” Beomgyu says, seemingly unfazed by the way Taehyun is pressed against your cunt, the intensity of it all making your brows furrow and your eyes glaze with pleasure; you’re gripping at the sheets as your mouth falls open, able to feel the way his nose presses against your clit as his tongue enters you smoothly, humming out in satisfaction as the vibrations only make you yelp with pleasure— though, after a moment, you’re able to take notice of the way Beomgyu’s hand has begun to palm at his cock, eyes drinking in even your most miniscule changes of expression as he smiles.

“Couldn’t stand being away from you for so long,” he continues, glancing back to where Taehyun hums in agreement; he’s raising his head from where it’s buried between your legs for a second, his face shining with your arousal as he sends you a charming smile— you simply whine at the way you feel his fingers teasing your entrance, circling and prodding at it before they’re sinking into you; he’s curling and pumping them immediately, eager to pull out any reactions from you as he aims for all your sensitive spots with ease.

“Both of us,” Beomgyu adds, watching as Taehyun sends you one last coy look before his eyes fall back on your pussy— your face feels hot as you watch his lips attach themselves to your clit, looking back up at you with innocent eyes as he continues to fuck with you with his fingers, adding a third before you can even process it.

Beomgyu is as needy as ever as he scolds you to look back up at him— your eyes widen slightly as you take in the way he’s taken his cock out, stroking it slowly and furrowing his brows the moment you begin watching him; you’re reaching up to wrap a hand around him without a second thought, and he’s cursing lowly under his breath at the feeling of your warm hand, pumping him slowly and taking in the way his tip leaks profusely.

“Thought of you the whole time…” he mumbles, wincing slightly at the way you shift toward him in order to wrap your mouth around him; your tongue darts out to lick at his tip teasingly, doe eyes only enticing him further as he cups your face with a fond look, “I thought of calling you— I had so many nights where I couldn’t sleep, just thought of you…”

Beomgyu can’t begin to count how many times he laid on the bed of his hotel room, eyes screwed shut as he fucked himself to the memory of you— more often than not, he thought of calling your during those times— he thought of sending you a video, a picture, anything that could show you just how much he needed you; instead, he decided to remain patient, to let his energy pent up until he finally saw you again.

Now that you lay before him, your movements on his cock faltering from the feeling of Taehyun’s tongue against your pussy, fingers hitting all the spots that make your stomach twist up in knots, he’s not sure how he’ll contain himself— three weeks without you was simply a death sentence to him.

“You should’ve called,” you whine out, your voice weak and shaky as your thighs tighten around Taehyun’s head; he remains unfazed by the action, his soft hair ticklish against your skin as he merely presses himself against you more— the bed begins to rock from how much you squirm from his ministrations, though the way he’s begun to rut into the mattress is also to blame.

“I would’ve helped you, I… ah…!” you’re unable to finish your sentence. Beomgyu’s hand has begun to guide your own on his cock, though you don’t seem to realize it from the way your eyes are screwed shut, your helpless noises growing louder and spurring Taehyun to pleasure you more— you can already begin to imagine the marks his fingers will leave on your thighs from how hard he’s got you, keeping you firmly against him and preventing you from escaping as he leads you to your second orgasm of the night— one of many you can tell, at least from the way the two watch you with dark, hungry eyes.

You’re a whimpering and weak mess as Taehyun lets you ride out your orgasm; he’s licking up your cum eagerly, enjoying the way you twitch and cry from the overstimulation of it all, your voice already slightly hoarse as you meekly plead Taehyun to stop, please please please, too much…

He only stops when he feels a sharp tug at his hair— though, unlike you, who tries to tug at his roots in a controlled manner to not hurt him, this action is clearly meant to hurt, and he’s already sending Beomgyu a lethal glare as the said man simply smiles back, keeping him away from you as Taehyun winces at the feeling.

You’re unaware of it all— you’re still catching your breath, your shirt hiked up and exposing your chest, taking deep breaths as your eyes remain shut— you’re especially unaware of the way they seem to be communicating silently, Beomgyu’s grip loosening from Taehyun’s hair as he simply sends him a look, mouthing words that have Taehyun letting out a soft oh. Before you can question it, you’re being moved again.

“Baby, do you remember why we went on this trip?” Beomgyu asks you, moving you back until you’re almost against the headboard; you’re sitting up, and Beomgyu is right beside you as he smiles, your brain fuzzy as he waits for your answer with bright eyes— his smile widens slightly the moment you begin to mumble incoherently about renewing a partnership with a company— laughing softly, he kisses you, short and sweet as he nods.

“And it went well,” he says, his heart swelling as he takes in the way you slur out a soft congratulations, “So I— Tyunnie and I… were thinking we should celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” you ask, peering up at him through dazed eyes; his hands have begun to wander, relishing in being able to feel your skin again as he nods.

“Do you trust us, baby?” Taehyun has appeared at your other side; they cage you in, though it doesn’t feel pressuring or dangerous as they wait for your answer with loving eyes.

“Yes.”

Your answer is immediate— and you mean it, taking in the way the two only give you mischievous smiles in return; before you can process what’s going on, they’re asking you to change positions— Beomgyu currently lays back against the headboard as you hover over him, his clothes discarded as his fingers play with the hem of your tee— rather, their tee, unsure of who’s it might be, but knowing that it’s not your own simply from the way it looks on your figure.

“Safe word?” Beomgyu asks softly, beginning to tug your shirt up before you’re obeying and taking it off; tossing it to the side, you mumble the safe word you all agreed upon, and he’s sending you an endearing smile before he’s tugging your hips down; he hisses softly at the feeling of your warm cunt fluttering around his tip, already able to feel your seeping arousal before you finally sink onto him.

“Fuck, oh shit,” he sighs, feeling the way you stretch around him, much tighter than he remembers as you simply whine at the feeling, “God, did you really miss us this much, pretty girl?”

The way you nod without hesitation has Beomgyu laughing softly; he’s reaching to take your hands, tugging at you until you’re hovering over him, your hands on either side of his head as he pouts softly at you.

“Who’d you miss more,” he begins, his antics nothing new to you as you fight the urge to roll your eyes, “Me or Tyunnie?”

There’s a right answer here, he mutters, groaning softly as he finally bottoms out inside you, feeling your hips flush against his as he bucks his hips up— whether he’s trying to get you to moan out his name or he simply can’t control himself like he tells you, you’re unsure.

“Missed both of you,” you whine, and you fall onto him pathetically the moment he bucks his hips up into you roughly, your body jolting up from the motion.

“Really?” he asks, patting your head softly as you nod against him, “Then, do you want Tyunnie to fuck you too?”

Mindlessly, you nod— then you freeze, feeling as though there’s more to what Beomgyu is asking as you sit back up, sending him a confused look that only makes him smile with endearment.

“What?” he says, and it’s only once you’ve sat up that you come in contact with Taehyun’s bare chest, twisting your head to look back at him— but you’re unable to, only being able to feel his firm chest press against your back, warm hands rubbing up and down your thighs soothingly as he places feathery kisses along your shoulder, “Since you can never pick between us, why not have both?”

His comment is both condescending and lighthearted— he doesn’t mind sharing, but he knows that mentioning it is always enough to fluster you— and, like clockwork, you tense up, unsure of what to say as Taehyun begins to leave open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, going up, up up until he’s finally reached you ear, placing a kiss behind it before he’s whispering a soft don’t you wanna feel good, pretty? the words barely whispered as you make eye contact with Beomgyu, who was already unable to keep his eyes off you.

The moment you catch on, Beomgyu lets out a soft moan— he can feel you clench around him, your warm walls fluttering around him and causing him to throw his head back, eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure as you simply whine at the sight, feeling the way his cock ruts into you from response.

“What do you say then, pretty?” Taehyun asks, his scent overtaking your senses from how close he is to you, something you didn’t think you missed as much as you did as you find yourself leaning back against him, your head tilting back to rest against his shoulder as you bite your lip, taking a moment to respond as Taehyun begins littering kisses along your jaw.

“Yes, please, I want you— want you both, need you both to fuck me,” your words practically have the two malfunctioning— You can feel Taehyun smile against your jaw as Beomgyu’s hips jump up once more, and you allow Taehyun to place one last chaste kiss on your lips before he’s guiding you to lean back down.

You’ve never done this before— you’ve never thought of doing this, but as Beomgyu begins to fuck into you slowly, allowing you to loosen up around him for Taehyun, you realize that this business trip must’ve affected them much more than they let on.

You tense slightly the moment you feel Taehyun’s tip prod at your full entrance; Beomgyu catches onto it instantly, muttering a soft still okay? against the crown of your head, only giving Taehyun a nod of confirmation the moment you tell him yes.

“Relax for us, okay?” Taehyun coos, rubbing your skin soothingly and only continuing once he sees the tension leave your body— carefully, he begins to enter you.

You already felt full enough with either of them inside you— but now, as you felt Taehyun finally slip inside, the three of you letting out pleasured sounds from it, you feel absolutely stuffed.

“ffffu…. god… why didn’t we try this sooner,” you hear Beomgyu groan, jaw clenched as he focuses on not coming inside you then and there— the way you whine and whimper into his ear is enough to have him shutting his eyes, letting out another groan as he feels Taehyun bottom out, the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other filthy and new, your fingers gripping onto Beomgyu’s shoulder desperately as you will yourself to hover over him.

Beomgyu looks entirely fucked out; his expression probably mirrors yours, his face flushed and his eyes blown out with lust as he sends you a coy smile; behind you, you can feel Taehyun lean down to press against you, a hand securing itself on your waist while the other supports his weight— his head is buried in the crook of your neck, trying to hide the weak whines he lets out once he finally begins to pull out.

The moment he thrusts back in, you can already feel tears prick at your eyes— you’re loud and unabashed in your sounds as they finally begin to fuck you, experimenting a bit before they finally find a good rhythm.

When Beomgyu pulls out, Taehyun thrusts back in— it’s a cycle that leaves you constantly full and weak, and if it weren’t for Taehyun’s arm wrapped around your waist, you’re sure you would’ve fallen against Beomgyu already— though moments after, when Taehyun chooses to grab a hold of your hips in order to guide you onto them, you’re doing exactly that.

“Feels good?” Beomgyu asks, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours, laughing cruelly at the drooly and fucked out mess you’ve turned into, barely able to mutter out a response from how good they’re fucking you, “Such a good girl— shit, ugh— always wanting to make us feel good, taking whatever we give her.”

“You have no idea how much we missed you,” Taehyun mutters against your skin, barely able to continue his sentence from the way you clench around them, your mixed arousals and the sound of skin slapping against skin almost drowning out your sounds, “Had us— ah… fucking bonding from how— ngh, how bad it was.”

The thought is enough to make you laugh— though you aren’t able to, not with the way they continue to fuck you roughly, your back arching from the way Taehyun’s clever hand begins to rub at your clit— you can only whine softly at the feeling, allowing them to toy with you however they’d like as Beomgyu sneaks a hand to play with your breasts.

“Missed you— missed this,” Beomgyu rambles to himself, and you can feel the way his hips begin to stutter, losing their rhythm and affecting Taehyun in the process, “Just wanted to hear you cute little sounds again, my pretty girl.”

“Our pretty girl…” Taehyun corrects, though it’s only to tease as he feels you tighten around him— you’re close, he can tell, and it only fuels the two men to continue fucking you recklessly, “Can you cum for us, pretty? Wanna feel it, missed seeing you come on my cock, just give us one more, sweet thing—“

His words become foggy to your mind after that, but you can hear him guiding you the whole time you crash down, letting out a loud cry before Beomgyu’s cupping your face and guiding you to his lips, kissing you slowly and taking in your sounds as you practically drool against him— the kiss is messy and you’re barely able to process anything, feeling him bite your lips and run his tongue along your mouth teasingly before he laughs, pulling away to give you one last sweet kiss.

“Want us to fill you up?” Beomgyu asks, his voice slightly tense as he continues to concentrate on not falling apart then and there; even through your foggy mind, you’re nodding eagerly, teary eyes affecting Beomgyu much more than he’d like to admit as he finally allows himself to cum inside you—you can hear Taehyun hiss softly at the feeling, triggering his own orgasm as the two men whimper at the feeling, unable to stop their cocks from rutting into you, sensitive from the way they continue to rub against each other inside.

You’re warm and filled to the point that it’s already begun to leak out— Taehyun swears that he’s never seen a better sight, and you’re burying your head into the crook of Beomgyu’s neck, mentally rolling your eyes at the way he pouts a soft no fair, I can’t see.

You don’t think you can bring yourself to move after that— lucky for you, you have two strong men to do your bidding— which is exactly why you’re able to find yourself in a warm bubble bath after a few minutes of rest, unable to stop yourself from marveling at the luxury of it all despite being with the two for— well, a year.

“I’m so happy to be back, seriously,” Beomgyu mutters, his head laying on your chest as you simply laugh, running your fingers through his hair fondly, “I don’t think I can be away from you for that long again.”

“Was it really that bad?” you ask softly, slightly embarrassed at how hoarse your voice is; they merely laugh fondly at you, and Taehyun’s arms circle around your waist before he’s pressing himself closer to you— you can feel him nod despite his forehead resting against your shoulder, and you merely roll your eyes at their theatrics, tilting your head back and resting your head against Taehyun’s shoulder, allowing him to slot his chin on your own, “Why don’t you just take me with you next time, hmm?”

“You’d like that?” Beomgyu immediately asks, titling his head back and looking at you with wide, sparkling eyes— you laugh, nodding softly as you watch him smile cutely in return, “You better not change your mind.”

“I won’t,” you muse, smiling at the way Taehyun places a soft kiss on your cheek, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Because despite your doubts, they’ve really proven just how much you mean to them— and as you feel them cuddle closer to you, allowing yourself to sink into the warm water that soothes your sore body, you can’t control the way your heart flutters from the mere way they hold you.

God, you’re down bad.

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evans-heaven · 2 years

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pretzels ; eddie munson

Writing and posting a fic for the first time in years bc this post about Eddie and his pretzels decided to moderately blow up. Pls note this quickly went from a fic about eating pretzels to a full blown rewrite of the cafeteria scene BUT I hope you enjoy ;)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (no use of y/n or physical descriptions)

Warnings: Like two swear words, disgusting fluff, Eddie being soft only for his gf, said gf being a sucker for her bf, suggestiveness at the end bc why tf not

“The devil...has come....to America,”

You popped a pretzel into your mouth. It was lunchtime at Hawkins High, and you sat at the Hellfire Club table in your designated seat next to your boyfriend, Eddie. You were listening to him being his theatrical self while reading some bullshit article in Newsweek about Dungeons and Dragons.

“Studies have linked the game to violent behavior, satanic worship, ritual sacrifice....”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Did you play the game? No. Have you sat in on many Hellfire Club meetings simply because you loved your boyfriend and wanted to have at least some knowledge of one of the few things that made him happy? Absolutely. So, with that fact in mind, you were offended on his behalf by this article that was doing entirely too much.

You found some comfort, however, in admiring him as he continued reading. Dramatics aside, your man was just so damn handsome. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had literal hearts in your eyes as you rested your chin in your palm like a Disney Princess and got lost in his features, features you knew like the back of your hand and yet couldn’t get enough of.

What got you the most? His eyes. They were so big, brown, and expressive. You loved them the most when they gazed upon you in so much admiration it made your entire body tingle. But, you liked the excitement in them when he got fired up, much like at this moment, as well.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Eddie slamming the magazine down. “....and even...MURDER!” he widened those doe eyes and stuck his tongue out for good measure, finishing his little show.

“Society has to blame something, and we’re an easy target,” was said as Dustin and Mike, the younger members of the Hellfire Club, sat at the table.

“Exactly,” Eddie agreed, his arms folded. “We’re an easy target, because we like to play a fantasy game,” he said, and despite the theatrics from him a mere minute ago, it was obvious he was annoyed, and maybe even little hurt.

Jumping into girlfriend mode, you grabbed his forearm, unfolding his arms, and sliding your hand down to tangle it with his. He visibly softened almost instantly, and rested his gaze on you as you smile gently at him. He kissed the back of your hand in gratitude.

The tender moment, however, was short lived as he softly pulled away. He rested his palms on the table harshly. “BUT!” He shot up, and, before you could stop him, climbed onto the table. “As long as you’re into band, or science, or....parties...” he surveyed the cafeteria from his heightened spot on the table, saying the last interest mockingly with a look of disgust (you just knew, even if you couldn’t see him).

“OR A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDREY BASKETS,” Eddie jeered loudly, directly to the basketball team, hands cupped over his mouth, because standing on the table wasn’t drawing enough attention. And yet, you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.

When you dated someone like Eddie Munson, there was no such thing as ‘small’ or ‘subtle’. Despite your more lowkey and reserved nature, you loved how eccentric he was, because it was just his authentic self. He wasn’t trying to act cool like all the other kids at Hawkins High, he knew he stood out and he embraced it, and so did you.

Plus, those basketball playing douchebags deserved to be knocked down a peg, anyway.

“You want something, freak?” the captain, Jason, countered, as though he was in any way intimidating. To people who cared about status in a fucking high school, maybe, but not to Eddie, who simply made a taunting face at him.

“Its forced conformity,” he said as he walked back down the table like it was a damn runway. “Its what’s KILLING THE KIDS,” his voice grew as he hopped down and startled someone, yelling right in her face. You were surprised the contents of her tray didn’t go flying. Then, ever the (somewhat) gentleman, Eddie gestured for two cheerleaders to pass by him.

“That’s the real monster,” he concluded, sitting back down for a rare moment of calm.

Shaking your head, you clapped lightly to humor him, a smirk tugging at your lips as he looked to you, smiling back. Because you felt especially playful, you took a pretzel from his plastic bag and held it up to his mouth, almost like a reward. He grinned devilishly (no pun intended), and encased his entire mouth around your finger tips, as he took the pretzel from them, pulling away with an exaggerated smacking sound, because he’s Eddie Munson and he’s dramatic.

“Ugh,” you whined jokingly, wiping your damp fingers on his shirt. He batted your hand away lightly before dragging your chair closer so he could rest his arm on the back of it. You leaned into his side and continued feeding him, popping some in your mouth in between. He, of course, did the absolute most when taking them from you, nipping at your fingers constantly and not giving a damn about the blatant PDA in front of his club.

You were teasing Eddie by pulling the pretzel away a little bit before he could take it when the curly haired freshman, Dustin, spoke up. “So, speaking of monsters, Lucas has to do his, uh, balls in laundry baskets game,” he began, chuckling nervously.

Eddie listened to Dustin as he kept his gaze on you while you continued popping pieces into his mouth. This wasn’t really your concern so you had no qualms continuing the lovey-dovey shit. You almost thought you belonged at the ‘popular’ table since you swore you saw an ‘it’ couple doing this exact same thing once.

“So he’s not gonna be able to make it to hellfire,” Dustin’s next sentence got Eddie’s attention as he straightened slightly and turned to face him. Uh oh.

Before Dustin could finish stuttering his way through what he obviously wanted to offer as a solution, Mike cut him off. “POSTPONE!” he finished exasperatedly, and the protests began, because postponing? Hellfire club? Were they serious?

“SHUT UP!” Eddie barked over the chaos, and the table went quiet. You subtly bit your lip at the small show of power and you didn’t think anyone would blame you.

“You’re saying Sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side?” Eddie clarified as he sat forward, his arm moving from the back of your chair to the table, and you pouted.

“Uh, something like that-”

“Something like that?” Eddie mocked, chucking a pretzel in the boys’ direction. “And rather than find a sub for him,” he proposed like it was obvious, “You want...you want to postpone. The cult. Of Vecna?”

As Mike began with the excuses, Eddie shot up, again, and you knew where this was headed.

“It’s just that, y’know, most of the subs will be at the championship game,” Mike reasoned, but Eddie was having none of it.

“Oh, its the championship game?” he asked tauntingly, then enquired, “Can I level with you?” he began to make his way down the right side of the table, brushing his hand against my neck lightly as he passed. “Jeff graduates this year, Garett’s got, what, a year and a half?” he said, then gestured to himself. “Me, I am army crawling my way toward a D in Miss O’Donnell’s. If I don’t blow her final, I’m gonna walk that stage next month,” he began prancing slightly, and you looked on in amusement, even if you felt sad for him having to endure a final year in this hellhole multiple times.

“I’m gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, I’m gonna flip him the bird,” he gritted as he held up a middle finger to no one in particular, then clenched his other hand in a fist. You couldn't help but admire the bulky silver rings adorning his fingers, they had no reason to look so damn good there. “I’m gonna snatch that diploma, and then me and my girl are gonna run like hell outta here,” he began running in the direction of the exit, adding action to his words to get it to sink in for the club even more. You blushed when he mentioned you two leaving together. He always talked about getting out of Hawkins with you, as there wasn’t really anything keeping him here.

“Didn’t you say that last year?” Jeff spoke up.

“And the year before?” Garret added.

“Yeah, and I was full of shit!” Eddie defended, walking back. “This year, is my year,” he gave the cafeteria a once over, before looking at you and smiling. “Our year,” he corrected. “‘86, baby,” he promised, eyes still on you, soft as ever.

You’d applied for multiple colleges out of state, letting fate (and pretty decent grades) decide where you would end up. You loved your boyfriend, but you were not putting your education aside for anyone. With that in mind, as well as how “hard” he was working for that barely passing grade, you prayed he really wasn’t full of shit this time. Maybe the two of you being side by side at graduation wasn’t gonna be a crazy dream anymore.

“You know what that means?” he asked Dustin and Mike, coming up behind them and laying heavy hands on their shoulders. “It means you boys, are the future of hellfire,” he said. “I knew it the moment I saw you, sat on that table right over there,” he pointed ahead, still keeping an arm on Mike’s shoulder. “Remember, baby?” he asked you, and you nodded.

“Looking like two little lost sheep,” you grinned, thinking back to when you first saw the two boys, just as awkward looking as they are now.

“You were wearing a Weird Al T-Shirt,” he said to Dustin, then turned to Mike. “You were wearing whatever shit your mommy got you,”

“From the goddamn Gap,” you added in, enjoying this. You were willing to admit that Eddie sizing these kids up was, for some reason, entertaining.

He pointed at you in agreement, chuckling, and everyone started laughing, including the two boys. The funny moment didn’t last, however, as Eddie switched it up on them real quick and yanked them up by their collars, effectively ending any amusement they felt as they became visibly tense.

You heard him begin to explain to them that the Hellfire Club gave them a decent high school experience and that there were other little ‘lost sheepies’ who needed that same assistance, then gently advised that they ‘get their Bo-Peeps on’, and go find one, before shoving them away from the table with a new task in their hands.

Eddie relaxed, then made his way back to his seat, placing his arm back in its original spot on the back of your chair.

“You think they’ll find someone?” Garett asked.

“They better,” Eddie mumbled. Accepting that, Garett shrugged and entered a conversation with the other members of the club. “Now, where were we?” Eddie asked you, then opened his mouth expectantly, sticking his tongue out.

You rolled your eyes and giggled, picking up a pretzel and placing it on his waiting tongue. “You know, you should consider eating some real lunch, Ed,” you chastised lightly. “Snacks and weed isn’t really a proper diet,”

His eyes darkened, and he smirked. “Well then,” he mumbled, and brought his head closer to yours, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I know exactly what I want to eat,”

And with that, it was your turn to shoot up from your seat as you grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the cafeteria, not even caring about the implications.

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Nothing like the latest cute white boy from a Netflix show to suddenly make you wanna write again. Hope the Eddie girlies enjoyed💕

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i love how you write steven always saying sorry during sex, yet still being ruthless... it makes me wonder, is he *actually* sorry? 😏

Lol to bounce off the last ask I just had. I don't think canon Steven is evil, obviously, but I do think he has a tendency to chase what "feels good" and be sloppy, desperate and needy about it.

I literally call him Steven "just can't help myself" Grant.

Steven is the guy that the Lay's potato chip slogan was made for, "Betcha can't eat just one", because he can't. If he's hungry, he's EATING, and he's messy af when he does. We've SEEN it. Man's out there talking with his mouth open to a captive audience (street performer) and how do you get that much chocolate on your face babe?

So I know that applies in the bedroom too... (nsfw below the cut)

The man's eating pussy like it's going out of style. It's all over his nose, lips, chin and chest. How did he get some in his hair? Who tf knows, that's Steven.

When he's fucking you, he's making the whiniest, most pathetic noises because it just feels so good he can't stop himself from being louder than the creaking bed he's pounding you into.

You have somewhere to be? Too bad, if Steven's horned up, the man needs to be taken care of. He's just going for it.

If you say no, of course he's going to respect that, but it doesn't stop him from doing whatever it takes to get himself off. Doesn't matter where he is, he's finding a place to relieve himself. Yes...even at the family barbecue.

Idk, these are just my thots hehe.

And yes, he IS sorry, but he just can't help himself...

#melody has thots #melody answers #moon knight #steven grant

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og-danny-dorito · 3 years

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[ 𝕊𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 ]

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⚠𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤⚠️: mentions of sexual content but other than that none this shit wholesome

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𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕞𝕤: - forehead kisses are pretty regular before you meet him since it's mandatory to give him a goodnight kiss

- it's only when brahms starts demanding them AFTER he revealed himself that they probably get less frequent and thats because the forehead kisses get replaced with cheek and mouth kisses

- or sometimes full-on makeout sessions

- kissing him on his forehead is usually something he gets as a reward for doing something good like picking up after himself or helping you around the kitchen

- it becomes so normal to give him a forehead kiss after he does good that every time he completes a task he leans down/leans forward and taps his forehead so you can give him a kiss

- he just wants your love and approval don't @ him

- 10/10 needy boy

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝: - how tf did you get up there - no seriously he's almost taller than a door how did you...? - okay well, regardless of how you reached this bitch's head your forehead kiss is most likely going to earn you a rough grip on your arm if you don't warn him - the most likely situation that this would happen is late at night when you haven't fallen asleep yet with mikey curled up to your side with your head in his chest - if it weren't for the fact that he sleeps like someone's going to attack him in his sleep you might've been able to get away with it, but the rough hand on your shoulder preventing you from moving any closer is proof of being caught - he eventually lets go and lets you kiss him because he's too tired, but he isn't too cool with intimacy that he doesn't initiate - if you've been together for a while and you do it it's cool, but your best bet is to do it while patching him up form being hurt or when he's too tired to deny you

- 8/10 you might get your throat crushed but its cool 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟:

- i don't know how you got up there but he is WRAPPED around your finger - like he already loved you more than his undead heart could manage but when you tenderly kiss him on the forehead so casually while ya'll are just laying around or doing normal tasks? yeah mans might shut down

- nonsexual intimacy just makes his heart explode PLEASE - if you pull this shit on him you're gonna ether get attacked with kisses in turn, forced into a bearhug, or all of the above - 100/10 do it all the time please he loves it 𝔹𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕒:

- P L E A SE GIVE HIM KISSES

- give him ALL kisses he gets so upset if you don't give him at least a thousand a day

- like it's started to become a game to him. where are you gonna kiss him next? the temple? the hand? the cheek? he gets so excited just thinking about it!!! - kissing him on the forehead while bringing down some food and sweet tea while he works will make him a blubbery and squealey mess - like you love him that much that you'll just kiss and love on him whenever?!?!

- he starts doing it in turn because it makes him so happy when you do it to him. that or he starts hugging you and babbling happily whenever you're within 5 feet of each other - 1000/10 loves all affection 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 & 𝕊𝕥𝕦:

- billy pretends to hate when you do it because he's "not a fucking kid" but he starts to get upset when you give stu kisses and don't give him any like a jealous child

- stu will literally take any sort of positive contact with open arms but he makes it weird by saying "thanks mom/dad/parental figure" - billy's kinda hesitant with being affectionate since he's kinda traumatized but after a bit of warming up to it he actually kinda likes random acts of affection?

- like he has this mentality that if you're being affectionate you want sex but after he realizes that you can be intimate without getting down and dirty he ends up liking it more than he likes sexual intimacy since it means more to him

- stu will literally kiss both of you any chance he gets with no hesitations

- and he will kiss EVERYWHERE. like don't be surprised if this man just kisses the back of your neck out of nowhere okay he has no self control

- its good there are three of you because just one person wouldn't be able to handle all of the love stu has to offer

- 7/10 for billy since it needs progress but 8/10 for stu since he makes dumb jokes but means well

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟:

- he's so awkward forgive him

- no like he literally doesn't know what to do when you first do it so he just kinda stands there for a second before nodding a "thank you" and leaving the room to recuperate

- on the outside he's all but on the inside he's like - he likes it but like? doesn't know?? how to ask for more??? - you can usually tell that he wants more because he starts nudging his head into your shoulder and waiting for you to give him kisses - a better option is to give him kisses on his mask filter! it's kinda like a lip kiss but not quite, and it's wholesome enough to make him have a good mood for the rest of the day

- like he might let a few victims die faster just because you gave him mask kisses before he went out - 6/10 he's awkward as all hell

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤:

- bro,,, thomas is so sad bro

- like,,, he just doesn't feel like you really care about him a lot of the time and doesn't feel like you deserve him and it gets him down so PLEASE show him affection

- like on the outside he may seem scared of it and might push you away, just be patient with him

- thomas ESPECIALLY doesn't like his face so kissing his face and telling him he looks handsome kinda makes him want to break down in tears right there

- like bubba he loves affection, but he's more timid and nervous about asking for it

- you can usually tell that he wants your attention from his nervous glances at you across the room and his sudden close proximity when you're walking around, so just turn around and hug him every once in a while!! or give him some smooches

- he might not offer them back but he returns the sentiment by nuzzling into your neck and humming if you play with his hair

- 9/10 just because he's super hesitant but needs it regardless

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪: - y'all bacon bits cannot take one fucking thing seriously

- SKJDFN like if you give him a forehead kiss he'll try to lick your chin or push you away he's such an ass

- it's honestly just because genuine heartfelt affection brings up emotions he's not good at dealing with so he avoids it by counteracting with stupidity but whatever

- do not give him forehead kisses or you'll get your neck bitten i mean it

- 2/10 he's a dumbass

𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣:

- this man is BUILT for forehead kisses. look at that forehead. look at that sittable lap. look at those hugging arms.

- vincent will literally accept any sort of positive contact as long as you warn/ask him beforehand

- asking to kiss his forehead will earn you a shy nod, and doing so will result in a very blushy and embarrassed wax man

- FR THO like he will still get flustered and loose track of what he's doing if he thinks about it for a month after

- the fact that you kissed his face really sells it considering (like thomas) he's never liked his face

- kissing his BARE face for the first time though? oh my god he's going to start crying

- NO BUT FR SKJDFNK

- 10/10 he just,,,, loves you so much PLEASE

𝔹𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣: - c'mon now y'all really think he's gonna let you do that

- as soon as you lean in to kiss his forehead he's gonna push you away like "what are you doing" and go back to his business okay this man doesn't do intimacy

- unless he's in the safety of his room though

- if y'all are 100% alone it's okay even though he's kinda hesitant, but he's awkward and doesn't know how to return it in a way that isn't sexual

- like everyone paints him to be smooth n shit but i know for a FACT he doesn't know how to deal with genuine intimacy and it's because he's never had a healthy relationship in his life

- so you presenting that is weird and foreign and will take a lot of time for him to get used to

- 4/10 don't do that unless you're like a few months in

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖! 𝕐𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕛𝕒:

- what are you doing

- why are you doing that

- wait no don't stop-

- yeah soft intimacy is something he's still kinda getting used to. he doesn't hate it, but it still catches him off guard since he doesn't?? really know??? what to do????

- kinda just coos affectionately into your chest and holds you there for a second before placing a kiss (or like the closest he can get to one with those tusks and lack of lips) on whatever exposed area of skin is the closest but he gets an A for effort

- 9/10 doesn't know what to do but still enthusiastic!!

ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟:

- while he PREFERS hand kisses cause he's classy, he doesn't mind forehead kisses at all

- in fact, if he's taller than you they're really common for him to give!

- if you return them he's pleasantly surprised and can't help but get all soft because of it

- 11/10 not much else to say here just a wholesome man

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[ 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. :) ]

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volleychumps · 3 years

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AAAAAAAAAH REQUESTS ARE OPEN 😭😂 AHEM hello!!! welcome back btw 😊 tumblr is not the same without youuu but i'd like to request a bestfriend au with tsukki, kuroo, and iwa where the reader was asked to give a love letter to them but the reader was hesitant to pass it and the boys found out about it? hehe please make it fluffy to mend my broken heart 🙏🥺

but if it's too much, don't hesitate to ignore it, love 😊

« Crossing Boundaries.

- the one in which you’re asked to pass on a love letter to your best friend, but what’s stopping you? Why does it...hurt?

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Iwaizumi

WHO TF BROKE YOUR HEART take mine instead

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Tsukishima

“So...you’ll give it to him?”

You glance at the outstretched letter in the girl’s hand, shouldering your bag with a tilt of your head. Who was this girl again?

“Um...”

“You’re Tsukishima-Kun’s best friend!” She blurts, startling you slightly as your eyes widen a fraction. “I...want him to go out with me. You’re just so easy to approach, Y/N-chan!”

Jaw slacking, you watch as she deeply bows before skittering off with a bright hue to her cheeks, a hopeful glint in her eyes as you glance down at the carefully sealed letter in your hand. No doubt were her feelings sealed in the contents of this letter, it wouldn’t be a big deal to be the messenger, right?

The sudden sick feeling in your stomach was nothing, right?

“Oi. I know I said you were scatterbrained, but did you seriously not realize classes ended for the day?”

You flinch at the feeling of Tsukishima pinching your cheek to catch your attention, staring down at you increduously as you find a wobbly grin taking place, your hands automatically opening your bag.

“Is my amazing best friend actually offering to walk me home?” You feign shock as Tsukishima rolls his eyes.

“Who said that? Buy me snacks, get a move on.” The blonde scoffs, jutting his chin in the direction of the door before you swallow back the tightness in your throat.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

You zip up your bag, noting that it felt a little heavier than before. Tsukishima picks up on your silence on the walk to the convenience store, noting that you seemed a little down. He nudges your side as you stare blankly off into the onigiri aisle, tilting his head in a silent question.

“Eh? Uh, just grab whatever. I’m not even hungry.”

“Since when?” Tsukishima retorts, easily grabbing an extra bun and your favorite canned fruit juice along with his snacks before ringing them up, leaving you behind.

Would he do this with that girl if they started dating?

“Ah, I thought I was buying.”

“Get that pout off your face and eat.” Tsukishima leans against the glass windows of the convenience store, unwrapping your bun for you before shoving it in your direction. “What’s with you?”

You scoff playfully, nibbling the soft bread. “As if you care.”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

Tsukishima smirks into his meat bun as you glare in his direction, content with the quietness of your friendship that was built on playful insults and each other’s presence.

Your fingers twitched as the meat bun lowered in one of your hands, the other fiddling with the zipper on your bag.

Who were you to stop him from potential happiness?

“Here.”

Tsukishima glances down at the letter, brown eyes widening a little bit.

“This from you?”

You take a big bite out of your bun, knowing that the foreign hurt you felt in your stomach would arise again if you answered his question.

“Is this why you were acting so weird earlier?” He prompts another question as you swallow your mouthful, examining the unopened letter.

“You should’ve just told me, idiot.”

It hurts to look at him. It sounds like he’s fighting to keep his amusement out of his voice.

“I know.” You crumple your wrapper, refusing to look in his direction. The corners of your lips are forcibly turned upwards as you feel Tsukishima staring at you seriously.

“Does this mean we can’t be friends anymore?” Your voice sounds small, and Tsukishima’s scoff made your heart fall into your stomach.

“Well, duh.”

You knew it.

“People who date aren’t friends. I accept your confession, stupid. Stop looking so sad.”

Your head snaps up, eyes widening at his words. Realization melts into your gaze as it darts from the pink tinge of hid ears to to the unopened letter. He hadn’t even read the contents of it.

“Kei. I didn’t write that letter.”

The silence that settles between the two of you is borderline unbearable. Tsukishima rips the letter open, eyes skimming it’s contents before his jaw clenches.

“I see that now.”

“Ha...sorry.” You mumble awkwardly, heat brimming your cheeks as your best friend pockets the letter, making your heart sink further.

“Might as well accept, huh?”

“R-really?”

“Is she cute?” Tsukishima throws his trash away as he walks ahead of you, leaving you to trail after him as you stare at his back as you do so, nails biting into your palms.

“Do I know her? Do you know her?” He stops walking, and you bump into his back. The tall blonde doesn’t look back at you, the colorful sky of the setting sun acting as a background for his tall figure.

“Why were you so hesitant in giving me her letter?”

Tsukishima’s irritation finally boils over at your continued silence, finally glancing back at you only for his brown irises to widen. One more question. Perhaps the most important one.

“Why are you crying?”

You hastily wipe at the tears as your best friend faces you fully, his grip on the strap of his bag loosening so his arm falls down at his side. His arm is hesitant as it raises, hand carefully cupping your face as his thumb brushes your tears to the side.

“I-I don’t know-!” You hiccup. Why did it feel like you were losing something that was standing right in front of you?

“Y/N.” One careful motion has Tsukishima’s hand lifting your face to meet his usually stoic eyes.

“Do you like me?”

“Do I?” Your response is hushed, making Tsukishima scoff, his other hand reaching out to grab your waist on the empty sidewalk.

“Only one way to find out, dumbass.”

His lips are on yours before you can hiccup another response, and your hand wraps around his wrist that’s cupping your face as your heart seems to finally relax.

“So?” Tsukishima murmurs, lips still grazing yours when he pulls back slightly.

Ah. He made the pain stop.

“I don’t know. I think you need to do it again.”

“You’re an idiot.” The blonde is smirking now, tugging you closer.

“So you don’t want to?” You ask innocently as Tsukishima throws a crumpled ball of paper behind him. He looks at you in annoyance, but his eyes hold something else as he grips your chin.

“Don’t put words in my mouth. Especially since you made a fool of me earlier.”

“I never said it was from me!”

“Do you want me to kiss you again, or not?”

Kuroo

“If you would, I’d be so grateful!”

“Ah, wait-!”

You sigh as the unknown girl blends into the crowd at the volleyball match, making you hang your head and sigh as the sound of your name makes you perk up from within the stands.

“Y/N-chaaaan, you’re here to see me!”

“Lies.”

“Hi Lev! You did so well out there!” You wave at your much taller underclassman, ignoring your best friend before yelping a little when Lev glomps you like a little kid. Your best friend’s stare from over his teammates shoulder is unamused as Kuroo grabs the back of Lev’s shirt.

“Y/N’s here to give me a ride home. Get your own best friend, kid.”

“You have Kenma!”

“No he doesn’t.” Kenma pops up on your other side, and you withhold a giggle as Kuroo rolls his eyes, quite literally plucking you up from the crowding of his teammates by the waist. You sweatdrop when he flings you over his shoulder, whistling as the raven-haired captain carries you over to the exit.

“You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”

“I make no such promises.”

“Kuroo-senpai, it’s okay to be jealous!” An irritated heat fills your cheeks as Kenma and Lev get farther away, the latter offering two large thumbs up.

“Awh, listen to your underclassman.” You tease, and Kuroo easily shuffles around in your purse to get your keys as you suddenly still. Would he find the note that his fan had given you?

...wait. Why did you think that was a bad thing?

“Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to drive?”

“You could just ride home on the bus with your teammates like a normal person.” You quip as Kuroo carefully sets you down before unlocking your car, opening the door for you as you roll your eyes and get in.

“If I did, would you still come to my games, sweetheart?” The captain’s cat-like smile was easy as he rests his forearm atop your car door, tilting his head in amusement.

“Don’t call me that.” Heat never fails to swirl in your cheeks at Kuroo’s flirtatious nature before he snickers, closing your door before reminding you to watch out for your legs.

“By the way, what was with the letter in your bag?”

Your chest sinks.

“None of your business.” You blink, the words slipping out automatically before Kuroo shrugs, putting your car into motion. Questions flitted around your head as to why, Kuroo’s speaking of his volleyball match acting as background noise.

“...Kitten, are you even listening to me?”

“Yep. I love serves. Go team.”

Kuroo smirks, keeping his eyes on the road with his forearm bent in a relaxed manner resting on top of your seat.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?”

“How your teammates are cuter than you.”

“Ow.”

You laugh, but there’s weight to it. Biting your lip, guilt swimming in your stomach for even considering not giving it to him. Hastily, you reach out to put the letter in the compartment on his dashboard.

“What’s that?” Kuroo’s feral eyes glance at the paper before flitting back to the road, and you look out the window with a strained smile.

“Yours. A girl at the match wanted me to give it to you.”

You wait for the cocky retort and barrage of questions as to who, but it doesn’t come. Eyebrow quirking at his silence, you glance at your best friend to see his jaw had clenched, grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“Kuroo-?” You blink when he swerves into the next gas station, the lot mostly empty save for a few patrons buying cigarettes. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused as he stares at the paper sitting on his dashboard.

“You said it was none of my business.”

“And...?” you urge him to continue. “I obviously didn’t-”

“Y/N, did you not want to give me her letter?”

When did his tone get so serious?

You felt like a deer in the headlights. Curse him for being so smart.

“H-Huh? You’re overthinking things...” You force out a scoff, looking out your window again to see that the rest of the patrons had left.

“In that case...” Kuroo mumbles as you see from his peripheral vision grab the letter.

“Do you have to read it now?” The question tumbles from your lips before you realize it, completely oblivious to the hurt that shone over your eyes as Kuroo notices immediately.

“I’m going to say yes.”

Your jaw slackens before you quickly pull yourself together. What was with you?

“Y-You don’t even know who...” Your lips were trembling as Kuroo locked eyes with you seriously, but you steadied your breathing quickly before a smile takes place.

“I’m happy for you.”

“Dammit, Y/N-” Kuroo’s voice was near a growl as he unbuckled his seatbelt, capturing your lips with his as his hand rests on the back of your neck, tugging you towards him. You gasp into the unexpected kiss, shocked at the fact that you liked it.

Breathless, his chest rises as he catches his breath when he pulls back, the captain’s eyes brimmed with annoyance as you meet his gaze with a dumbfounded one.

“I hand you all the chances in the damn world on a silver platter, and I kiss you first? In a gas station parking lot? Damn, Kenma was right. I am a wuss.”

“W-Wha...” You blink once, then twice before Kuroo’s thumb grazes your bottom lip.

“I’m gonna kiss you again if you don’t reply in three seconds. I’m about to internally combust.”

A smile stretches over your lips slowly, and that’s enough for the dark-haired captain to kiss you with a fervor unknown, as if he had been holding himself back this whole time-

the folded letter laying forgotten on the dashboard.

Iwaizumi

“This close.” You pinch your fingers together as Hanamaki and Matsukawa look down at you in amusement. “This close to beating up your captain because his stupid fangirls give me his stupid fucking confessions to give to him because the girls at our school lack the balls to do it.”

“It can’t all be that bad.” Hanamaki muses as you hand him a certain one, the tall boy skimming the letter before his nose gushes out blood.

“Did...did you just get a nosebleed-”

"It’s rude to read a person’s mail!” Oikawa pipes up, snatching the letter from Hanamaki before pouting in your direction.

“It’s okay, they’re anonymous. Gotta make sure their not death threats.” You give the captain finger guns, and he gasps in shock in response.

“Who would want to wish death upon a face this pretty?”

“Iwaizumi.” Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s responses are immediate, and you stifle a laugh as Oikawa immediately sulks. Your best friend was in the locker room for a post-practice shower, not present to confirm nor deny that statement.

“Oh! Speaking of Iwa-chan, there’s a letter for him in here too.”

Huh?

“Ah. I forgot he’s a little popular too.” Matsukawa hums, snatching the letter out of Oikawa’s pile and putting it on your face. “Here.”

“And what do you expect me to do with this?” You swat Matsukawa’s hand away, a frown settling on your lips that doesn’t go unnoticed by Makki.

“Ooh, is our cute little manager jealous?”

“What are you, six?”

“Is she getting defensive, Makki?”

“I think she is, Matsukawa.”

“Stop.” You groan, shooing the third years away as the pair of friends oblige, chuckling among themselves while leaving you with Oikawa.

“Y/N...do you like Iwa-chan?”

“We’re best friends.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” Oikawa was oddly serious, seeming to desperately want the answer out of you as you tilt your head in confusion as he steps closer to you.

“What-?”

“The truth is, Iwa-chan-”

“Oi. Are you talking about me?”

Oikawa claps his hand over his mouth, Iwaizumi glaring at his childhood friend before shaking his head no quickly.

“Would you look at the time!” Oikawa peers at his nonexistent watch as Iwaizumi huffs through his nose, peering down at you next as you bite the inside of your cheek. On instinct, you had hidden the letter in your hand behind your back.

“What’s with you?” Iwaizumi questions, taking the towel slung over your shoulder to wipe at the nape of his neck. “Did that piece of shit say something weird to you?”

“That piece of shit is our friend.”

“Sadly.” Iwa’s response is immediate, and you giggle, making his features soften a little bit. “So did he?”

“Is there a dirty little secret I don’t know about?” You muse, crossing your arms as Iwa’s movements to dry the back of his neck seem to still momentarily.

“Nope.”

“Hm. Unconvincing.”

“What’s that behind your back?” The spiker changes the subject, and your mouth suddenly goes dry as the door sliding open steals both of your attention. Matsukawa smirked at you as Hanamaki flashed you a thumbs up as they left, Oikawa winking before taking his leave as well.

“We should get going too.” You awkwardly sidestep away, hesitation in your movement as Iwaizumi tilts his head in thought.

“Right, but first-”

You yelp, Iwaizumi faster than you as he pulls you by the shoulder, your back hitting his chest comfortably as his hand easily slips the letter out of your grasp.

“What’s this?”

Dammit.

“Oh um, a letter for you.”

Dammit. Dammit.

“Did you write it?”

Why do you feel so unsettled?

“N-No...”

Iwaizumi blinks, opening up the letter to skim its’ contents before you try to make a quiet escape. You don’t come out victorious, Iwa easily catching your collar as mid-sentence to corrupt your plans.

It’s quiet when he finishes reading it, and he crumples it up before shoving it in his pocket.

“Who’s the lucky girl? Do you know her?”

Your best friend ignores your upbeat tone, glancing at you with his hand shoved in his pocket.

“...why were you hiding it?”

“Hm?”

He begins to move towards you.

“Did you...not like me receiving a confession?”

“What are you talking about?” You move backwards with every step he takes forward, nervously avoiding his dark eyes as your back finally hits the wall.

“I didn’t even know it was a confession...” You ramble, and Iwa’s hand reaches out to touch the wall besides your waist, making your heart skip a beat. His stare was captivating, making your legs weak.

Since when did your best friend have such an effect on you?

“Iwa.” Your voice was near a whimper, making the dark-haired spiker wrap his arm around your waist, large hand resting on the small of your back. He seems uncertain with his movements, jaw clenched and forehead creased.

“Y/N.” Your noses were brushing now. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to ruin our friendship?”

You stare at him in disbelief, finding your head shaking the slightest bit no-

and that’s all it takes for him to close the distance.

His large hand entangles in your hair, holding you closer to him as he kisses you deeply, yet gently. Your arms tremble as they wrap around his neck, pulling him towards you as you feel his lips softly turn upwards against yours.

Both of your breathing is heavy when you break the moment, heart beating out of your chest.

“Um, so what’s your answer to the confession-”

“Shut up.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, smirking when you giggle into the next kiss he presses on your lips.

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LMAO RIP to the girls who wrote those confession letters in the first place, but they don’t exist don’t feel too guilty y’all <3

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Hey, hey, hey I just saw your post of hc boys having a beautiful s/o with dimples and I loved it, so can I please request one with Suna, Ushijima, Kuroo Please, you can ignore this if you want Bye!!

i didn’t expect people to love those headcanons so much but i’m glad!!! i hope you like these <3

i’ve written these same headcanons for other haikyuu boys too: you can find them in my masterlist!

suna rinatarō

part 2 of it’s illegal to look at you two cause you’re both just that pretty

suna is painfully aware of how beautiful you are, and suna is incredibly smug about it, to the point that it’s almost annoying

you’re always being posted on his stories and on his instagram. he likes to show you off, absolutely, but he also loves to rub it in people’s faces lmfao. he’ll take any and all types of pictures, ones of you alone with the sunset highlighting your face, you across the table from him on a date, some ramen halfway through your mouth, a selfie of the two of you where his hand’s resting around your throat

you can’t convince me suna doesn’t know how to do makeup. at the very least, eyeliner. he will put it on you, just to have fun, cup your chin in his hand when he’s done and say some shit like, “ain’t my baby pretty?” that’ll have your stomach reeling cause wtf you can’t just!!! say something like that!!! with an expression like that!!!

nine times out of ten he’s the one flustering you, especially when you dress up and go all out for him.

but it’s actually when you’re most casual that his breath’s like completely stolen from him. he doesn’t know why but seeing your natural hair a little messy, barefaced aside cherry chapstick on your lips and your cheeks naturally red, your clothes completely casual, either some sweatpants or jeans and a sweatshirt, or if you’re a girl, some tennis skirt or sundress you found in your closet. it’s not that it looks like you put in no effort. it’s more that you don’t need to put in any effort and yet, here you are, looking absolutely breathtaking

listen, like i said, suna knows you’re beautiful. he’s aware that you’re pretty, you really don’t have to tell him. he can look at your face all day. but it just really, really ticks him off when people say it to him like he doesn’t know. his love language isn’t very explicit or loud, so to an outsider, he seems unaffectionate, but that really isn’t the case.

he hates when people assume he’s taking you for granted, because really, there’s nothing he appreciates more, nothing he’s more thankful for, nothing he loves more, than you.

i like to think suna thinks he knows everything about you, he’s so laid back and confident in himself and then he sees you smile so brightly once and he’s like what the hell hold up??? you have dimples???? and then he repeatedly makes you smile till your cheeks hurt, and he’ll be giggling stupidly while poking at them omg

probably tells you to pierce them at some point honestly

but he adores them so much and whenever he sees you smile really brightly he kinda sighs dreamily and his shoulders sag a little and he smiles ever the slightest he is head over heels with you on god

ushijima wakatoshi

ushijima considers you being beautiful not an opinion, but a straight up fact. like he will argue with anyone to the death that disagrees. he’ll just be like 😐are u blind tf

i don’t think he’s possessive about it, honestly. if anything, he’s sort of really proud at how everyone is so infatuated with you. not for himself and for scoring you, but genuinely he’s happy for you, for getting all this appreciation

that being said, he is insanely protective over you. yeah he likes that people always have to do a double take when looking at you cause woah! but don’t look for too long. he knows it tends to make you uncomfortable, and it makes him uncomfortable too.

he has you as his lockscreen and he always smiles so lovingly when he reaches for his phone. don’t ask him to check the time on his phone he will get sidetracked and end up staring at his s/o’s photo for far too long.

he also really loves complimenting you, and one of his nicknames for you is literally “beautiful.”

omg he’ll be waiting for you, sitting on your bed, as you change into an outfit for your date with him and when you come out he looks up and just smiles and gives you a thumbs up, and says, “perfect, as always, my love.” oh my god.

and whenever you two are alone ushijima turns 100% softer, like he genuinely just melts with you, especially when you’re cuddling him in bed and he’s just trapping you in his arms. that’s when he admires you most, with his face so close to yours. he loves to just trace your features, kissing your lips, whispering against them how he’s so lucky and you’re so pretty

it’s at a moment like that one that he notices your dimples for the first time. he’s just admiring you up-close and he accidentally tickles you so you laugh and squirm and his eyes go wide, and he looks in awe, and in the softest voice ever as he traces at the indentations, “that’s so cute.” like his voice is so low and so soft and he sounds so in love because he is so in love

his new wallpaper is now you, but smiling brightly enough that your dimples show

kuroo tetsurō

i stand by the statement that kuroo is an absolute dork around his crush. will probably embarrass himself multiple times in front of you. and the fact that you’re as beautiful as you are? it makes it ten times worse. like your eyes. why are they so pretty. what are words. why isn’t his brain working

okay but as your boyfriend, he’s so annoying. greets you every morning in the loudest voice ever, “how is my most beautiful, most gorgeous, most favorite person ever doing on this fine morning!”

pick up lines. always. never ending. he sends them to you on text, instead of a cute good morning text like normal boyfriends would do. so you wake up and instead of seeing “good morning beautiful 💖” you see “are you a parking ticket? cause you’ve got fine written all over you” like kuroo baby that is so overused

he still does it though

also posts you just as much as suna but they’re all really chaotic pictures. things like him taking a photo in the dark with the flash on, his entire hand just covering your face, or he’ll take a picture of you as you’re choking on some food and probably make a sex joke out of it on his snapchat too. or just a picture of you sleeping really peacefully on his chest but in the frame you can also see a marker uncapped, and everybody’s comments are always like “kuroo no!” but he’s always like “too late rip”

he might not seem like it, but he is possessive. like he seems really laidback, and it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, or that he doesn’t think you can handle yourself either, because neither are true. it’s more that he doesn’t trust other people, especially because he knows how beautiful you are and how even if he’s with you people come up and shamelessly ask for you number. it’s why he’s as possessive as he is. he’s definitely gotten you a necklace with his initials on it at some point too

kuroo is always making you laugh, so him discovering you have dimples comes pretty early on. when he made you laugh hard enough that your dimples appeared, he just chuckled to himself, grabbed your face and squished it and in a higher pitched voice went “so cute!”

now every time they appear he does that. he has to grab your face, and a lot of the times, he kisses your cheek too. not a light peck, nah, a big, wet smooch like mwah baby couldn’t resist hehe

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #suna x reader #suna headcanons #suna rinatarou x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima headcanons #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Oooh, Tom x reader request idea

Reader colored her hair or is wearing a wig just for fun and paparazzi pictures are taken from the back when they’re together so it looks like Tom’s cheating on reader and even reader gets freaked out at first but they have a laugh about it in the end

Thank you for the request darling! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to do. While celebrating the holidays then going back to school, I’ve been busy😭 But thank you again, and enjoy!💞

💌.

Ginny

If you’re a redhead I’m sorry😭 I couldn’t think of any other characters and this came to mind.

The harsh light peaking in from behind the curtains made you groan. You threw the comforter over your head and blocked the sun from your eyes. Tom shifted beside you, tightening his arm around your bare waist and pulling you closer into his chest. He emitted a light “humph” and snuggled into the back of your neck. The slight ache in your head made you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ease the pain. You kept your eyes closed till the ache subsided, trying to remember a single thing that happened last night.

Honestly, the whole night was a complete blur. All you remembered was that Tom, Harrison, and Harry had persuaded you into joining them at the local pub near your shared place for a quiz night. At first you didn’t want to go; you loved the lads but when it came to a game or something that tested their wits, they were intolerably competitive. Game nights with them usually ended with: Harry crying in frustration, Tom on the verge of committing murder, Harrison turning furiously red in anger, and Tuwaine yelling at someone for screwing up the game. Game nights were just a mess.

You were hoping for a quiet night alone at the house, but no such luck, Tuwaine had plans with his girlfriend. Which meant all three men came to you to fill up his spot.

“Please (y/n), we need four people in our group to go.” Harry begged, resting his head on your shoulder and looking up at you with puppy eyes. Tom stood in front of you, using his body to block the tv, and diverting your attention to him.

“Guys, why can’t it just be the three of you?” You questioned the men surrounding you.

“Because the pub said it has to be in groups of four and we believe you’ll be a perfect addition to our team.” Harrison answered from your left side. A cheeky grin on his face.

Tom could tell by your features that you still weren’t convinced on going. He uncrossed his arms and kneeled in front of you on the couch. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, putting his weight on your lap and placing his chin on your chest.

Looking up at you with his soft brown eyes he said, “Please come with us, I promise it’ll be fun. You won’t regret it, darling.”

Your lips pursed together in thought while your eyes panned between the three of them, “You guys know how you all get during game nights.”

Tom huffed, his breath causing strands of your hair to move from your face.

“I know—we all know. But we promise to be on our best behavior. Plus, we’ll be on the same team, no competition.” Your boyfriend reassured you, his thumbs drawing circles onto your hips.

Harry snorted, “Yeah, besides the other five to seven teams we’re up against.”

“Oh, we’re winning. We got these two on the team.” Harrison bragged motioning to you and Tom.

“I didn’t agree yet.” You objected, holding your finger up.

“Yet.” Tom repeated, emphasizing the word.

Harrison nudged your shoulder, “Come on, (y/n)! We’ll have a great time. We might even win a free happy hour if we win the quiz.”

Harry shimmied beside you, “And what do we say about free drinks in this house?”

You rolled your eyes, defeated, “Never turn down a free drink.” The boys cheered around you, hyping you up.

“Come on, baby.” Tom encouraged you, hopeful eyes remaining on yours. You sigh, throwing your head back against the couch.

“Fine, I’ll go.” A round of cheers filled the room once again. Harrison and Harry squeezed you into a hug, sandwiching you in between them. When they pullled away, Tom gathered you into his arms and lifted you up.

“YES! I LOVE YOU!” He squealed happily, repeating that he loved you and pressing multiple kisses all over your face.

Well you guys must’ve won the pub quiz last night because the last thing you can clearly remember was entering the pub and the first two rounds of the quiz. The topic of last night’s quiz was Harry Potter; both being huge fans of the series, you and Tom completely breezed through the quiz, getting most of the questions (that you can remember) correct.

A buzz came from your phone, followed by another buzz, and another. The sudden movement of your phone made you peak your head from under the covers. Squinting from the light, you blindly reached for your phone and brought it under the comforter with you. When your eyes were fully adjusted to your screen you saw there were two texts from your cousin.

Tf is this?

Sent Photo ⃞

Your brows knitted together at the message. Curiously, you slide on the notification and open iMessages. The picture downloads and you see that it’s Tom, wearing glasses, black pants, and a grey knit sweater. Although on his arm, latched a redhead wearing similar attire as him but with a tight skirt instead of pants. There were a few more pictures attached. Some where Tom wrapped his hand around the mystery person’s waist and another with him kissing her face.

Your heart’s pace quickened as you glanced at the man cuddled beside you. Your eyes shift back to the phone; that definitely wasn’t you. But at the same time, you had no recollection of anything that happened after drinks were handed out. You stared at the pictures again, an expression on your face that resembled something along the lines of a scowl and a look of confusion. You really didn’t know what happened last night. You zoomed into the pictures, trying to get a proper look at the woman’s face, but to no avail, her face was either not in the shot or Tom was in the way.

You force yourself up into a sitting position and harshly smack Tom’s arm. He immediately startles awake; jumping into his senses making the bed shake. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. He looks around the room for some kind of threat but saw nothing. He did another scan around the room before looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Were you the one who slapped me?” He groggily asked, ducking into your side when the sun’s light connected with his eyes.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe ask that redhead you were hanging out with outside of the pub.” You retorted, still glaring at your phone. The tone of your voice causes Tom to whip his head from your side. A quizzical look is on his face as he thought back to the previous night. Surprisingly, he didn’t get as drunk last night. For once, he was one of the sober ones. You, on the other hand, were another story. Though he didn’t blame you for going on a drinking spree, work had been stressing you out and you barely got any leisure time.

“Huh—baby, what are you on about?” His voice is deep and rough from sleep. Sexy, but right now his voice was the least of your worries.

“What redhead? The only redhead that was there was—“ He couldn’t finish his sentence because you were shoving your phone in his face.

“This one?” Tom whines and leaned his head back to get a better look. When he saw the picture on your phone, his eyes slowly panned to you. Your arms were crossed and a scowl was on your pretty face. You were pretty even when you were angry.

“Did the drinks really fuck you up that much?” He wondered out loud, a hint of amusement in his words. He took your phone and began swiping through the pictures with a grin on his face.

You felt the blood in your body boil while your boyfriend looked through the pictures of that woman with a stupid smile on his face. You snatched the phone from him, “Well maybe, because who the fuck is this chick?”

“Are you jealous?” He teased you, poking your side. You slapped his finger away and glared at him.

“Oh I don’t know, a woman I barely know is hanging on my boyfriend’s arm! I’m not jealous—I’m just—a concerned girlfriend who wants to know what the hell happened last night.” You crossed your arms again, proud of the excuse you made up. Though, you really did want to know what happened last night.

“Darling, that’s literally you.” Tom pointed out, finally bursting out laughing. The scowl was wiped off your face and replaced with a look of confusion. Tom rested his head back on his pillow and watched you look through the pictures again. Your brows were scrunched together and a pout was on your lips, tempting him to press a kiss onto them. His arms slithered around your waist again, pulling you down so you were laying down against him.

“(Y/n), I’m serious that’s you. Do you really not remember?” Tom adjusted himself to place your head on his chest. Your lips were pursed together, eyes still trained on your phone screen.

“But my ass does not look that good from the back.” You muttered, zooming in on said area. Tom snorted and pinched your ass cheek, “You’d be surprised, lovey.”

It was quiet between you two while you continued to study the pictures. Tom said it was you, but it really didn’t look like you from behind.

“Remember it was Harry Potter night? Harry thought it would be a fun idea to dress up as the characters, so we ended up going as Harry and Ginny.” He reminded you, softly brushing tangles out of your hair with his fingers. Your mouth went slack as realization set in.

“Oh my God, yes!” You exclaimed leaning up on your elbows to look up at him. There was a hint of humor in his eyes and a lazy grin was set on his lips.

“How could I forget that I was wearing a wig? Where is that damn thing?” You leaned over Tom’s body and began to look over the bed to get a glimpse of the floor. Tom chuckled motioning to your makeup desk in his room. You find the desk and, lo and behold, was the red almost orange wig in all its glory. You shook your head at yourself and at the slow moment you were going through.

You turn back to Tom, “Honestly, what the fuck?” The two of you bursted out laughing, the sounds of your joy filling the room.

“I feel so stupid.” You groaned, shoving your face into Tom’s chest. He let out a giggle, thinking over what just happened in his head again. His large palm smooths circles onto your back, slowly making you doze off again.

“Don’t be, you were drunk as hell last night. I didn’t expect you to be in the right state of mind so early in the morning.” He reassured you, pressing feather light kisses along your head.

You hummed, getting lazy to respond.

“I’m sorry for getting too drunk.”

Tom shook his head, “No, you deserve to have a few shots and a generous amount of pints. I know work’s been hectic and then we all dragged you out on your free night; it’s the least we can do, seeing as we disturbed your down time.”

You shrugged, “I actually enjoyed going—well from what I can remember. I had a really good time.” You move your head to look at him, “Please tell me I didn’t do anything ridiculous.”

A smile was instantly on Tom’s face, “My favorite was when Harry kept on bringing you drinks and you started to believe that he was a house elf. So you started calling him Dobby.”

“Is that all?” You asked before drifting off to sleep. A faint smile on your lips.

Tom snickered, “You tried to offer him your sock.”

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot boys to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(If you guys want girls too I'd be happy to do them just let me know) (MILD NSFW WARNING kiddos be vanquished.)

Eren

~Sight

•Baby boy is so in love with every bit of your face, eyes, hair, curves, to the edges of your fingertips he's just got to look at you.

•Don't take this as shallow. No he definitely finds so many more reasons to cherish you.

•But that body tho~~ 😜

•He loves to watch your hips sway as you dance to music.

•Loves watching your hair flow on windy days.

•Craves the gorgeous red coloring from late night (horny) sessions.

•Enjoys slowly spinning you around when you're wearing something skin tight.

•Don't even get me started on when your skin is wet for any reason.

•Fuck~ but growled gently into your nape or collarbone.

Armin

~Touch and sound

•Damn papa he's a mixed breed. (No I didn't just say that shut up) .

•He wants to hear any noises that come out of your mouth and touch every delicate inch of your skin.

•Starts off with listening to you talk about your day. (Like everything! Don't skimp on the details.) Your little hums as you listen to music. Whispers of good night, I love you etc etc. Accompanied pleasantly with your warm lips, his fingers sliding over your back late at night or the feeling of your hair under his finger tips.

•It's all so beautiful. So absolutely perfect for him.

•And a little further along in your relationship when he's squeezing your thighs or cupping your ass. Listening to your breath hitch as he hits all the right spots.

•The breathless murmurs of his name on your lips has his heart soaring.

•He'll always reach up to your face after sex to press his thumbs into your cheek and devour every noise cresting off your lips.

•He'll always reach out for you after a long day. He just needs to squeeze your waist. Needs to hear your little giggles if he tickles you when he touches certain spots.

•In short you're a lucky bitch if he's yours so better keep him satisfied 😩😤

Jean (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)

~Touch

•He's touch starved so let the first thing you ever do with him relationship wise be giving him the tightest fucking hug!

•He wants you in his lap, pressed against his chest, within kissing distance and you better be ready to constantly interlock your fingers.

•Small price to pay for one of the best boyfriends in Aot.

•He's gonna need your skin pressed gently against his body period.

•Definitely plans as many instances as he can to get you in the bath tub with him. Bubbles soaking the gorgeous terrain of what is his as he rubs, wipes and scrubs every inch of your body with a gentle hand.

•You'll fall asleep. (He wants you to fall asleep). So he can carry you to bed bridal style.

•Absolutely loves sneaking a hand into your pants when you whisper you need him late at night and adores the lengthy marks you leave over the expanse of his back.

•But more than anything he just wants to hold you. Rub his hairy chin against your neck and face. (LET HIM DAMMIT )

Levi

~Smell

•Believe it or not I see Levi as the type to be extremely attracted to certain smells.

•And god he loves your's

•He wants to stick his face in your neck and just take a long sniff and once he has the opportunity lord knows that's one of the first things he does whenever he has the chance.

•Loves how you smell when you're covered in cleaning products from a lengthy spring cleaning, after you've washed your hair, in his shirt, after you've showered etc etc.

•Please he needs you to be as close as possible so that your scent can relax him!

•Sometimes wears your t-shirts or falls asleep holding any article of clothing that smells the most like you.

•And fuck yes your smell can also get him sufficiently hard for really long fuck sessions. (Most likely if you smell like his cologne.) The scent of your arousal is probably his second favorite smell.

•Always sleeps a full eight hours or more if he's got his nose tucked into your nape, slightly in your hair. (Hopefully you washed it..)

•That's it Levi enjoys your smell thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 😃👍

Connie

~Touch and Taste

•Not lowkey about his freaky side at all.

•He'll come straight out after a confession on either side and be like I've been wanting to touch you for I don't know how long 😳.

•He craves his hand molded to any part of your body he can reach. Smacking that ass like it cursed at his mother. (Mfer is handsy as hell.) Wants no needs the taste of your sweat, thighs, neck, lips etc etc.

•Though he enjoys sweet touches too. Loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to scratch his back.

•Don't be surprised if that sweet touch or any sweet touch escalates into something else. (You so horny for what like: 😤)

•He's always got a hand up your shirt when you two are alone. Actually feels calmer after a long day if he's kissing your neck and fondling your nipples.

•Even if you guys are out he's touching you in other ways.

•Got his arm affectionately wrapped around your waist at all times, comes close to give you little kisses on your ear and lips.

•Just make sure you give him as many hugs as possible or he might riot. 😏

Erwin

~Smell and Touch

•Like Levi I'd like to believe he enjoys certain smells over others

•But like Jean I believe he's touch starved and has an unquenchable desire to touch you.

•Granted he won't be as horny when he actually has your touch no I feel your smell will get him going too. Specifically when you're wearing something he gave you or when you're only wearing one of his shirts.

•He loves touching your thighs, grazes his fingers over them with slow soft desire. Layers kisses near your armpits and shoulder blade where your scent is the strongest.

•If that leads to sex 🤷‍♀️ depends on his mood.

•Makes sure that if he's working late hours you're in his lap to provide your heartbeat and the soft scent of your breath as you lay open mouthed on his shoulder.

•Please be wearing no pants he'd love that so he can tap your butt to tell you he's done and then squeeze it when he's lifting you to bed.

•(Personal belief that he can undo buttons with his teeth and tongue.)

•Uses that to bury his face in your stomach and chest. (Overall wear Erwin's shirts challenge 21k)

Colt (My favorite guy from Marley besides Falco 😜)

~SIGHT MFER SIGHT

•He's so entranced by you the second he sees you 🥺

•Knows that he wants you all to himself but has a hard time saying it but when he does know that he's always watching.

•He's such a cutie tho!! Feels embarrassed if you catch him sneaking a peak if you're stretching and your shirt rides up or if you're only wearing a towel and you're parading around his room.

•Please tell him it's ok to look 🥺

•Wear his shirt. WEAR HIS SHIRT. Don't make me repeat it a third time. If you do he'll have his eyes on you all day.

•When he's comfortable with you he'll stare at your long legs peaking out his untucked shirt and.. now he's hard.

•He loves watching you do cute precious shit like cook or dance. Loves the way you jump around when you're just humming a tune.

•Let's you wear his boxers (Please be in them when he comes home. He'll give you that good cock.)

•Let's be honest here his eyes are always looming over your figure and he wants to touch but fuck he loves to look. 😜🥺

Porco

~Sight and taste (I have a strong belief that almost all the Marley guys love to stare.)

•Guys.. show off that ass for Porco.

•Give him something to watch. You go walking away from him with your ass perfectly cupped in something tight fitting there's gonna be another tight fit waiting for you at home.)

•He fucking loves the taste of your sweat. Quite possibly your blood too when he bites down a certain way. (Porco screams blood kink to me 🤷‍♀️)

•Shit quite literally gets him going.

•He's got your waist and hand in the streets and your thighs between his teeth in the sheets.

•He's a biter (Ladies, Gents and the rest.)

•Loves gripping your ankles and yanking you towards him. Sometimes during sex sometimes just because you keep inching away from him on the couch.

•I also see Porco as the kind of guy to stick his tongue in your ear. Like if he does he's staying there for about twenty minutes.

•Porco has the god tongue and rough fingers (Do with that what you will.)

Renear (Reiner) 🤭

~Obviously Sight but also touch.

•If please touch me were a person.

•I see him as the type where if he were friends with someone he had a crush on and was playful with them he'd do things like pull them into his chest on occasion and put his hands on the small of their back.

•Unlike Porco and Connie his touch is probably more aimed at loving than sexual.

•He's always marveling your gorgeous eyes, he loves running a finger over your chin before he kisses you, adores pressing his thumb to your bottom lip and when you open for him to press his thumb against the pad of your tongue-

•Holy shit.

•Watches you do literally everything as if he's so awed but he's in love.

•Holds you around the waist whenever you two dance. So close you can feel his heart skip for you.

•Once again (Wear his shirts. Wear his shirt. wear his shirt!)

•Also craves pecks on the lips and tight holds around his body so give him those.

Berthot (Berthold whatever the fuck his name is)

~Sight

•He's definitely one of those personality driven mfers.

•But he's also seen you and what he's seen is amazing.

•Why tf is he always blushing just to look away cause he adores you from your head to your toes.

•But unlike some of the other guys I see him as the kind of guy obsessed with your pretty face over your curves and what not.

•He loves the way your eyes twinkle when you see a shooting star or the way you smile at him when you see him.

•He's like the easiest guy to please out of all the others here.

•He bores every pretty expression you make into his memory.

•Specially when you guys are 😤🥰😩

•Good luck to Armin when he sees you as 99.9% of his memory like damn.. 😤

Farlen (As a bonus!)

~Sound

•Your voice has been a lingering sound in the depths of his memory.

•From the second he first heard you he had to hear more.

•If you sing he wants to hear more. If you cry he wants to slit the throat of whoever did it and if you laugh. God please laugh..

•He's gonna do everything in his power to hear literally everything you have to say even if it's stupid to you. (There is no never mind in this relationship 😤).

•And dear god if you moan in his ear it'll send him to a galaxy far far away. You might even make him cum on the spot.

•If you whistle he's gonna ask you to whistle for him and will probably fall asleep to the sound.

•He wants the details of your day (like Armin) but he'll probably stop literally everything he's doing just to listen to you vent.)

•Please whisper in his ear he'll get so so very hard.

•And politely mumble how much you love everything about him the universe isn't big enough for how big his heart gets.

(This was posted on April 7th right before 12am so again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!!) 🥺

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karasunology · 4 years

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MORNING KISSES + ❝ AM I YOUR LOCKSCREEN? ❞ & ❝ YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT. ❞ with MIYA ATSUMU !

✎ . . . hi! can i request from the prompt list you reblogged lazy morning kisses + “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” with atsumu? thank you!

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <33 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ miya atsumu <3

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

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[ ♡ ] in my drafts for awhile just in case i got no motivation to write and post. surprise! my drafts isn't all about me crying over skz and twice. send requests because i use them as a motivation to write🙈

MIYA ATSUMU.

➜ miya atsumu's favourite thing in the morning was waking up next to you, either you clinging onto him or vice versa ─ he didn't really mind as long as one is attached to the other.

➜ but in this case, you were the one clinging onto his torso, mouth slightly agaped ─ a drool from the side of your lips which he used his thumb to wipe it off, rolling his eyes before silently chuckling at this sight to behold in such an early hour.

➜ you were a sight to behold, one that he would like to keep to himself and only to himself; seeing how you drool, snores that were cute or snores that were not;

➜ your skin still radiant as the sunrise's illumination passed through the window shades, elicited a different angle of the auriferous extracted from the rising star ─ passing onto the shades, kissing your bare face raw and gently as all he wanted was to take a picture of you.

➜ but maybe he'll just wait for awhile

➜ in these situations, there's thre plausible scenarios that could happen

➜ one, he'll let you sleep in for a bit while he'll sit back against the headboard on his phone, usually mindlessly scrolling through the team's imessage group or tiktok.

➜ two, duh he'll eat you out HSSSJS is that even a question??

➜ three, he'll start playing with your hair; combing the strands of hair which framed your face and would then start peppering kisses all over your face softly.

➜ usually would end up with you groaning, telling him to wait for five minutes ─ like literally only five more minutes to let you sleep until he can do whatever he wants with you

➜ no, not in that way

➜ well ─

➜ and that's where MANS WOULD BRING IN THE BIG GUNS

➜ he'll kiss your neck, just to hear a small moan that wow, he just drawn out from you??

➜ but you would still never let him kiss your mouth unless he brushed his teeth this morning

➜ because unlike him, you keep a regular habit of brushing your teeth while waking up; so when you went to the bathroom at 4 am in the morning, you bet you brushed your teeth unless you wouldn't be able to fall asleep once again.

➜ and when you do tell him to brush his teeth first, he'd be highkey offended thank you very much um ,,

➜ would also earn you a grumble and groan, before childishly stompting and sulkting to the bathroom you two shared because he's a huge ass big baby dork that just wants to kiss you ─ why won't you let him kiss you? :(

➜ and expect when he comes back he'll have a puppy pout tugged on his lips as he went back to the safety of the covers. wanting to go back to your warmth but was too prideful and lowkey hurt that you didn't let him kiss you when you woke up.

➜ i told you, c h i l d i s h.

➜ but ig you love that man😔✋

➜ and when you do initiate something physical with him, he'll just be a stubborn ass bitch and deny you of it.

“ humph! ” he'd usually say, puffing out his cheeks as he furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms while his pout still rested in his lips.

➜ but this is atsumu y'all, he may be hard headed but he just couldn't deny you for more than twenty minutes and after that he'll be right back into your arms.

➜ like honey ,,, marupok siya ok AHHAHAHA

“ love, i told you i don't wanna kiss you when you have that stanky ass morning breath. ”

“ loVE, i tOLd yE i dON'T wAnNa kiSs yE whEn yE hAvE thAt stAnKy ASs morniNg breAth ”

➜ ugh we love a petty ass bitch💅

“ baby, 'tsumu, i love you ” you looked up at him with puppy eyed, copying his puppy pout as well AND MANS JUST CAN'T RESIST IT ANYMORE

“ hmm . . ”

➜ he'd hum, showing you that he was contimplating his answers but you know most of the time he'd be nuzzling his face onto your neck, pressing his body against your back with his arms around your waist or torso as his chin rested in your shoulders.

“ i love you too. ” he'd mumbled, before probably kissing your ears

➜ Shawty👧🏽like a💫melody 🎶 in my ⏸ head😩that I 🙈 can’t 😰 keep out 🚫 got me😛singing 🎤 like 😳 na na na na 🤪everyday 🌈 got my ipod 📱 stuck on replay🔄...𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦...😔

➜ and you bet he'll be getting his kisses that you denied him of earlier, but times ten folds

➜ he'd kiss you with so much passion, you didn't notice the slight roughness in his actions.

➜ and he'd definitely hit you with a:

“ good morning, beautiful. ”

➜ and finally after he calms tf down, he'd be watching tiktoks on his phone while he'll be in the same position as he was before

➜ loves inhailing your scent

➜ but then his phone's battery would be dead and you got no choice but to get up

➜ until, atsumu had a great idea of using your phone to watch tiktoks on it since he knows you have it installed

➜ he was kinda weirded out when you didn't want him to open your phone, your excuse being that you guys need to eat breakfast now but mans probably wasn't buying any of it

➜ you weren't hiding anything were you?

➜ you weren't cheating on him right?

➜ hee knew you weren't that type of person at all but his insecurities got the best of him

➜ as cocky as this man is, he'd usually cover his insecurities with half-hearted confidence.

➜ again as i said he's stubborn so he wouldn't let you out of his grasps just yet

“ no :< ”

➜ and once he's got enough of play fighting, he'd simply just reach onto you, pulling you into another kiss so you wouldn't notice him taking the phone from your hands.

➜ honestly a HUGE win-win for the both of you, you = breathless, him = has your phone

“ atsumu no ─ ”

➜ his eyes slightly widened at the picture before him, both of his eyebrows rising up before looking back at you with a smug smirk tehee🙈

“ is this ─ is this why you didn't want to let me use your phone? ” he couldn't help but let a teasing grin explore his face, he didn't know that you were actually that type of person

“ haha no ─ ”

“ ─ am i your lockscreen? ” he asked you, a teasing smile accompanied by one of his eyebrows which he cocked up

“ you weren't supposed to see that. ” your face in a deep blush because oh my god after all these time you guys were with each other ─ he has never failed to make you a flustered mess

➜ after that incident, he wouldn't let you go that day. while cooking breakfast, he'd he so clingy with you that you almost burnt your pancakes

➜ just very overly touchy with you because wow was he in cloud 9, like that boosted his ego so much that it was ASTRONOMICAL at this point

➜ but ngl whenever you'd pry him off of you to go to the bathroom, he'd ALWAYS secretly look at your phone's lockscreen until the image of both him and you as your lockscreen was imbedded in his brain ─ making him giddy every damn time

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frogtanii · 4 years

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Beautiful Boy ✨

sub!suga x fem!reader

< warnings. MATURE (smut babey), gentle femdom, blowj0b, cunnilingus, vague usage of bondage, excessive usage of “baby”, little splash of overstimulation, uhhh

< an. holy shit this took forever AND it‘s the first time i’ve written smut in YEARS so any feedback is v v much appreciated~ hope this is decent lmaoo 🥺 much thanks to my bby @animeanxiety for helping me figure out who tf this fic was even about <3

okayyy smut below the cut :3

“b-baby, please t-touch me...”

the pleas of your boyfriend reach your flushed ears sending a pang of heat to your core. you turn towards him with a smirk, eyes trailing down to his hands bound in silk ribbon, sharp jawline, muscular chest and finally stopping on his hard, weeping cock, the head flushed in the most beautiful red you’d ever seen.

you can’t help the soft sigh that escapes your lips at the sight. how’d you ever get so lucky? you were blessed with the kindest boyfriend you’d ever had, always willing to go the extra mile for you. just today, he was sure to buy you your favorite food when you were feeling upset about something you can’t even remember anymore, his soft whimpers and groans enveloping your mind, putting you in a lust-filled haze.

“b-baby, i- it hurts...” you’re torn out of your thoughts at the sound of your boyfriend’s whiny voice, your eyes meeting his tear-rimmed ones. you let your eyes drop once again to his crotch, his hips bucking his dripping cock up once he feels the heat of your gaze. his lips part again to whine for your attention but you stop him with a soft smack to his thigh.

“i know it hurts baby. would you like me to touch you?” your words dripping with thinly veiled condescension and the promise of pleasure have a loud, heady moan leaving your boyfriend’s plush lips, a few tears leaking from his eyes and his head bobbing up and down furiously. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his eagerness. “good boy.”

his head tilts towards you when he hears his favorite petname, his eyes begging for your touch; he knows he won’t get any release if he speaks as you denied him his words earlier. you reach out a hand to caress his cheek, brushing away a stray tear with a grin, feeling proud that you were able to reduce your strong boyfriend to such a whimpering mess.

your hands trail down his sweaty torso, fingernails catching on his hard nipples. he lets out a breathy gasp of your name and you smirk, your hands continuing their descent down his body. finally, they reach their destination; the base of his cock. you take a moment to look up at his beautiful eyes, shimmering with tears and you can’t help but release a sigh of admiration.

“oh suga. you’re so beautiful like this,” he whimpers again as you bring your hand back up, pushing a finger into his mouth which he accepts eagerly. “all tied up and perfect just for me... such a good boy...” suga releases your finger, glistening with saliva, and goes to open his mouth before remembering your rules. you just smile and tap his mouth, giving him the indication that he can speak.

“p-please baby, touch me, i-i’ve been so good for you, i-i’ll be your good boy, just t-touch me, please~” his words come out like a broken faucet, high pitched and needy while your own arousal goes unnoticed. all you do is nod and suga lets out a moan of relief as you begin to kiss down his chest, making your way back to his solid member steadily streaming precum.

suga’s breaths begin to shorten as you get closer and closer to where he wants- no needs you to be. you stop shortly just to look at his dick and fuck- does he have a pretty dick. not as pretty as his face when his eyes are streaming tears, his cheeks flushed red, and his voice straining as he begs for you to just fuck him, please, but few things are.

another gasp removes you from your thoughts and makes you focus at the task at hand. haha, hand. you can’t help but snicker a little causing another whine to escape from suga. you slap his thigh again and give him a glare. he immediately shuts up, your heart fluttering at the sight of his easy submission to you. with a sigh, you look back down at his pretty cock, longer than it is thick but satisfying nonetheless, the thick vein on the underside pulsing while thick spurts of precum stream from the bright red, nearly purple tip.

you decide you’re nearly done teasing suga, your own arousal finally getting the better of you and although you adore this look on him, panting and crying for you (god, that never fails to get you going), you and suga are at the ends of your proverbial rope.

his cock twitches at the feeling of your breath over his sensitive head and you can hear the sound of his hands pulling against his restraints, desperate to touch you. you smile before you place a gentle kiss to his slit and his hips cant up towards your mouth, a throaty groan ripping from his chest. you place an arm on his hips to keep him from choking you on his cock (not that that isn’t an enjoyable experience for you both).

you lap up the precum bubbling from his slit just to hear him gasp and whine for you to stop teasing him before you give him a long lick from his shaft to the tip, suckling on the head then taking him down into your warm, wet mouth. the sound that comes from his throat is gorgeous and you can’t help your thighs from clenching together. you pull off of him, ignoring his pleas, to spit into your hand, the filthy sound sending a shudder up suga’s spine.

you take your now wet hand and grip the base of his cock, pumping him at a steady pace and watching his face contort at the pleasure he’s receiving. his moans increase in volume when you finally, finally, give him what he’s been begging for the whole time. your mouth engulfs his cock completely, tears springing to your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“oh fuckkkk baby, i-it, you feel so fucking good,” suga’s voice breaks off into a whimper as you pick up your pace, sucking him off with a vigor that you didn’t even know you contained. you knew it would only be a short while before he came as you had been edging him for at least an hour beforehand.

suddenly, you feel as desperate as suga to get him to come, his face absolutely beautiful when he reaches his high. you bob up and down on his cock, your spit slick hand stroking the parts of his shaft you can’t reach. suga’s legs begin to shake next to your head and that’s when you know he’s so close (and he voices such).

you pull yourself off his dick to breathe, your hand never losing its pace stroking him. suga’s moans are now increasing in volume and you can’t help but think that your neighbors must hate you but when his abs start to clench and his thighs start twitch, you suck him back down to the hilt and swallow around him, your hands dropping down to play with his balls. that mixed with the sensation of you gagging on his tip sends him over the edge, thick spurts of cum shooting down your throat and one long moan of “fuckkkkkk,” leaving his lips.

you pull off, swallowing the salty, bitter liquid while steadily stroking your boyfriend through his intense orgasm. after a moment longer, he shakes his head, a line of drool creeping down his chin. “too much baby? you did so good for me, my good precious boy...” you let off his softening cock before reaching up and untying his hands, pulling him into your arms, his legs still twitching from the aftermath of his orgasm.

“b-baby, you didn’t cum...” suga’s voice sounds pitiful as he snuggles his face in your chest. you can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness but his words bring back to mind the pressing matter of your own arousal between your legs. you just brush his hair back and place a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead.

“it’s okay sweetheart, i know you’ll help me out later.” you wink at him but all he does is shake his head vehemently before lifting himself up on shaky arms and pushing you down into the soft pillows on your shared bed. you look up at him with a questioning look in your eyes and he shakes his head again, hooking his long (pretty, my god were they pretty) fingers into your waistband, pulling your shorts and panties down your legs.

“wanna make you feel good, jus’ like you made me feel good...” you feel your cheeks heating up at his unknowingly considerate words and you let your head drop back down into the pillows. after he’s successfully removed your bottoms, he settles in between your thighs, lifting them up and over his shoulders before looking up at you with the fucked out look that you gave him. “c’n i make you feel good baby? can i? please lemme make you feel good...”

suga’s words have you clenching around nothing which you know he can see, a low groan leaving his lips. his eyes meet yours yet again and you nod, giving him the go-ahead to eat you out. his eyes slip closed and a pleased smile curls on his lips. he leans forwards, his nose gently brushing your clit as he takes a deep breath, smelling your essence. you moan, a hand moving down to entangle itself in suga’s grey locks, gently tugging his face towards your awaiting pussy.

you can feel him smirk against your lower lips and despite him literally being centimeters away from your sex, you still gasp in surprise when he licks you from entrance to clit in one go. your hand pulls his hair harder and he whimpers against your clit, his tongue circling the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, your hips bucking wildly against his face.

unlike what you did to him, he allows your hips to bury his face in your pussy, his tongue trailing from your clit to breach your slick entrance, the muscle thrusting in and out of you swiftly. one of suga’s hands move up your thigh to slip two long fingers into your tight hole, easily finding the spongy part on your upper walls, stroking it quickly to make you cry out his name. your eyes roll back in your head when his mouth sucks at your clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of you at a pace you knew too well he was capable of.

the feeling of pressure in your core was building up fast, your hips meeting his fingers at every thrust. “o-oh fuck, baby boy, i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m-“ with a loud moan, you come apart all over suga’s slender fingers which continue to stroke you through your mind-blowing orgasm. your vision definitely whited out for a moment and when you come to, you see suga sitting up between your thighs, sucking your release off of his fingers. your eyes roll back at the sight, your head dropping back to rest on the pillows.

suga moves up to rest beside you, his strong arms pulling you into his chest. “thank you baby,” you murmur, placing a kiss over his heartbeat. he places a hand on your chin, lifting your face up to look at him where you can clearly see the love and adoration reflected in his eyes. you can’t help but turn away from his intense gaze, wiggling out of his arms to go clean yourselves up.

“no baby, stay,” suga whines and pulls you back into his warm embrace, his hands stroking your back, quickly soothing you into sleep. once he’s sure you’re out, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips. “i love you so much...” with that, his lids get heavy and he falls asleep as well, limbs and hearts entangled together.

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sansbun · 4 years

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Genre : smut (not the soft kind)

Pairing : wooyoung x g.n reader

Word count : I’m bad at estimating

Warning : degradation, exhibitionism/public sex, blow job, school themes, little kinky, a tease wooyoung. See what I did there? ;)

You look over to the round clock at the top of your classroom, clearly bored to death. This history class has been taking ages. You could swear it felt like 3 hours, however the clock seemed to be showing no progress, saying it’s apparently been only 15 minutes.

“This. is. literal. hell.” You groan rolling your eyes, taking in the figure of your boyfriend sitting next to you silently. His eyes glued to the projector, watching oh so intently, just as if it was the newly released marvel movie, or something actually interesting.

It was cute though, you had to admit. Seeing him focused like that, and actually finally quiet for once. But something in you wanted to play with the vulnerable state that he was in. You tested the waters by resting your hand on his thigh, grinning to yourself when you got no response from him, apart from him flashing you a warm little smile, quickly reverting his attention back to the screen in the front of the room.

You slowly lean in pressing gentle little kisses to the side of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent as he shivered under your touch momentarily.

“W-What are you doing?” He asked with a smile evident on his now pink flushed face, attention still on the damn, boring document. Ugh this boy.

“Shhh, it’s nothing big. I’m just.. a little bit bored.” You pout trailing open mouth kisses up the column of his neck making him lean back, giving you better access. “Bingo.” You got him where you wanted, his body asking for more, as if his face wasn’t on hot fire.

“Y/N, there’s people here! They will see-“ he let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch nonetheless.

“But I’m not doing anything, woo.” You grin laying your tongue flat against his plush skin, giving it a painfully slow, long lick. He shivers letting out a audible shaky breath as he grips your hand under the table. You thought he was just gonna to squeeze your hand to prevent any noise or attention, knowing how noisy he could get. Oh boy, were you wrong.

His hand made its way to your wrist pressing your palm flat over the forming bulge in his trousers, showing you just how much your wet kisses on his sensitive neck affected him and his senses. “Woo-“

“Didn’t you say just you’re not doing anything bad? Well, how about you start?” Right before you could ask any questions, he hushed you by leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Yeah, sucking on my neck is nice and all, but why don’t you give my sweet cock a little attention too?” He smirked unzipping his pants, pulling them down just enough for him to pull his boxers down, gripping his his semi-hard cock tightly.

“But woo- we’re in the middle of class.” You mumble, thoughts getting foggy as you’re way too overwhelmed by the amount of lust, slight fear and excitement of getting caught. Just the sight of his cock alone is more then enough to pull out a moan from you, immidiately bending over in your seat as you tried your best not to get caught by anyone.

“Open up, doll.” He gripped his cock in one hand, pumping it a few times before sliding it along your lips, grabbing a fist full of your hair as you slid down his length wasting no time. You swirled your tongue around his tip hungrily, quietly mewling at the taste.

“Fuck, you’re such a little slut for me... so hungry for my cock even in public, aren’t you? What if someone sees you, hm?“ he whispered low just for you to hear, encouraging you to trace your tongue against the protruding vein on his thick shaft, earning a soft groan from him. “Shh woo-“ you slid your lips off his length to shush him, just to have your head pushed back instantly, making you gag on him involuntary.

“Stupid, little whore. Did I say you could fucking stop?” His grip on your hair tightened, pushing your head down further as he controlled your movements, fucking your little throat. You tried your best to take him all, moans accidentally slipping past your lips from the way your mouth was so full with his cock.

“Shut up, someone will hear you!” You ignored his words, too focused on giving him pleasure, not caring if anyone heard or saw you at this point.

“Shh baby, stop.” He whispered as his hand travelled down your back, soothing it with his palm. You tried your best to quiet down and obey his request, but feeling him twitch inside your mouth made you lose it. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking on his cock faster, feeling drool drip down your lips into him.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He whispered shaking you, confusing the hell out of you. Why tf is he asking you that? He literally just asked you to suck him off.

You knit your brows in frustration, peeking your eyes open to look at him. but wait, Why is his cock not in your face? Wait wait. Why is he sitting beside me? Huh? Why is he looking at me like that-

“Are you okay? You were literally moaning my name in your sleep. You should of seen yourself!” He laughs loudly, slapping your shoulder in the process.

“I should of relized it was a damn dream, cuz you were too fucking quiet for it to be real. Fuck you!” You glare at him, who’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh. How I’d love to fuck you, baby. But it seems like I’ve already done that in your dream.” He chuckled gripping your chin, using his thumb to collect the pile of drool dripping down the corner of your lips presssing it against your bottom lip, shoving it back inside your mouth for you to suck on. “Now lets not forget your place, hm? Little doll.”

#ateez smut #wooyoung smut #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung imagines #ateez wooyoung smut #kpop smut #ateez x reader #ateez x neutral reader #wooyoung drabbles

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offtopicoverload · 3 years

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Just in Case

Sometimes you have to spend all night outside someone’s door, or all morning sitting at their desk, just in case they need some pizza. Or you, they might also need you.

hey, whaddaya know, i actually wrote something lmao. ive literally wanted to fix this plotline since i read it like six months ago or something, so i thought i finally would instead of doing something more responsible. and fair warning, it’s been ages since i played tfs and i have a shit memory, so if their characters are off, here’s my excuse

T Rating (just college kids being a bit dumb, so no warnings or anything)

Kaitlyn x MC (Maya)

~2k (a true random little ficlet lol)

Maya knocks on the door lightly, the raps hesitant as she turns her voice as sweet as she can possibly manage, “Hey, Kait? Do you wanna talk? Do you need anything? Do you want a hug? Or I could order pizza?” she rambles, shifting nervously. Her hands clasp and unclasp before her, palms clammy as her stomach rolls in waves of anxiety, a slow-building hurricane.

And it’s not helped by the answer she receives from the blank wood before her, “I want to be left alone.” It’s harsh and upset and frustrated as it leaks through the cracks between the frame and the door.

“You sure?” She fights against every instinct to throw the door open, fingers twitching at the desire to turn the knob just below her palm.

“Yes,” that same severe, irritated voice answers once more, “Go away.”

She sighs, head drooping, “You know I can’t do that, Kait. So I’ll just, um…” she drops to the floor, turning so her back rests against the door, her head turned upwards as she speaks, “If you need anything, I’m right here. Offer for pizza still stands.”

Another heavy sigh slips past her lips as she receives no response from the other side of the door. She digs in her jacket pocket for her phone, pulling it out and tapping until she finds Zack’s contact.

Hey

heya Meya

Can we talk?

always

I think Kait’s mad at me

why do you think that

She slammed the door in my face and told me to go away

yeah, i’d say she’s mad

did you leave her alone

I stopped talking

and you also went away

No I’m outside her room

just give her space

What if she needs pizza?

she can get herself pizza My

I don’t want her to be alone

she wants to be alone tho

I need her to know I’m always here

she doesn’t need you right now

i think you should give her space

What if something happens again?

like what

Like her birthday

There’s a long pause with no response, not even grey bubbles bouncing in the corner.

you stopped talking

Yeah. Promise

how long are you gonna stay there

As long as she’s in her room

that’ll be all night

That’s okay. Her door’s pretty comfy

Maya

I have to be here if she needs pizza

Maya can almost hear the sigh that accompanies the next message,

fine

night My

Night Zack

Her head falls back against the door, a soft thump sounding with it as her eyes flutter shut. Her hands knit in her lap, phone resting between them. A few sounds echo through the suite as the other roommates go about their evenings, but it’s quiet in Kaitlyn’s room.

It’s quiet and peaceful, and the day’s events are starting to wear on Maya as she patiently awaits a call from Kaitlyn. She sits there, the silence behind her beginning to settle along her shoulders like a weighted blanket, starting to gently pull her from consciousness.

Maya’s body careens backwards and her head crashes into the hardwood beneath her, a groan echoing as her eyes blink open. Kaitlyn’s standing above her, hovering with a clenched jaw and furious glare as morning light plays off her skin, her hair, her eyes, her everything in a halo.

The door’s been jerked open, Maya falling with it until she’s flat on her back with a dull ache in the back of her skull. She attempts to blink away the haze that’s clouding her mind of any thoughts but the girl standing above her, and all too soon memories of yesterday flood her senses.

A blush burns her cheeks, heating her face warmer than the sun still alighting Kaitlyn in an ethereal glow, “Hi,” she offers meekly, a small wave momentarily drawing Kaitlyn’s gaze.

But a second later she’s stepping over the crumpled form of Maya without a single word or backwards glance, striding in the direction of the suite’s kitchen. And Maya watches her go, watches her disappear around the corner, watches the corridor turn empty and lifeless as she exhales what feels like the last of her tether to Earth.

---

“Hey Kaitlyn,” Zack greets through a mouthful of poptarts, as chipper as usual. He swallows thickly, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” she grumbles, sidestepping him to pull the fridge door open, staring blankly into it and silently hoping something good will appear if she stares long enough.

Zack appears behind her, carefully nudging the fridge door closed, “You doing okay?”

She eyes him up suspiciously, “Yeah. Why?”

He responds with an awkward shrug, averting his gaze nervously, “You normally steal my poptart,” he mutters.

“Rookie mistake,” she grins, snatching the remaining half from his hand and taking a bite.

“So you’re okay?”

Kaitlyn stills, the poptart frozen away from her face, “Maya told you, didn’t she?”

“Well…” Zack glances away, shrugging under the weight of Kaitlyn’s judgemental gaze, “She told me you were mad at her, but not why.”

“My parents know,” she murmurs, eyes trained on the poptart held in her palm.

“That you’re gay?!”

Her eyes snap up to find a scandalized Zack staring back, “No, that my favorite color’s green. Yeah, that I’m gay!”

“That’s not good.”

“Nope,” she pops the ‘p’ before taking another bite.

“So why are you mad at Maya?”

“‘Cause it’s her fault.”

Zack’s eyes go wide, “Did she tell them?!”

Dark hair flies around Kaitlyn’s shoulders as she shakes her head, “No. No,” she corrects, “But they saw us kissing.”

“Oh, so it was an accident.”

“Yeah.”

“Then why are you mad at Maya?”

“‘Cause she started this whole thing by coming along, and then followed me outside, and then she wouldn’t leave me alone on the train or on the way home,” she huffs.

“She just wants to be there for you,” Zack reaches out, squeezing her shoulder in an attempt at some sort of comfort.

And Kaitlyn just shrugs him off, “I don’t need her.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“No, I don’t,” she shoots him an unimpressed look, taking the last bite of the poptart and dusting her hands off.

“Kait, we all need her. Like, literally, I think this dorm would fall apart without her.”

“Well, I don’t need her.”

“What if she needs you?”

“She’s an adult.”

“She’s your girlfriend.”

“Who’s an adult.”

Zack just stares at her with his jaw clenched, looking more irritated than Kaitlyn’s ever seen him. “What?” she explodes defensively, squirming under his gaze.

He sighs, digging out his phone from his pocket and tapping for a few seconds before presenting a text thread to her. She cautiously takes the device, scanning over the messages dated as last night. “I don’t know what was going on with the pizza thing,” he mutters under his breath.

“It’s - it doesn’t matter,” she sighs, just as her eyes land on one message in particular. She huffs, shoving Zack’s phone back into his hands as she storms out of the kitchen and down the hall, frustrated once more.

She pauses outside Maya’s door at the mouth of the hallway, just two down from her own, which has since been abandoned. She steps closer, pressing her ear to the door in search of some excuse to not disrupt. But it’s quiet on the other end, the only noises coming from the rest of the suite surrounding them.

Kaitlyn gently nudges the door open, the hinges creaking painfully loudly as Maya’s bedroom slowly comes into view, a familiar and welcoming sight. Dark eyes scan the room, taking in the closed curtains and the cluttered desk before landing on the bed, where a lump rests beneath the sheets.

Maya’s back is to the door as she lays curled in on herself, her profile rising a fraction with every delicate breath, with her braids splayed in a mess on her pillow. Light from the kitchen spills inside, yellow splashing in sharp lines along her comforter and along the wall, Kaitlyn’s shadow further obscuring the room.

She slips further inside, closing the door just as carefully as she opened it and takes a few cautious steps towards the bed. Maya doesn’t stir an inch, her breathing the only sound in the room as Kaitlyn crosses to the desk tucked against the wall.

She sinks into the chair before it, her leg bouncing anxiously as she simply watches the form across the room from her. Her fingers twitch and tap as she replays the past few months, from that first night, to the football games, to the sorority drama, to her birthday, and all the mess that came with it.

Though, maybe some good came with it too. Like movie nights and coffee dates and afternoons spent studying on the rooftop. Like wide smiles and unrestrained laughs and crinkled, bright eyes. Like eager kisses and tight hugs and lazy morning cuddles.

The form stirs, rolling onto her other side until a stray ray of sunlight is streaked across her cheek. Her eyes flutter open before she’s fumbling onto her elbows, “Kait?” she whispers, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Yeah,” Kaitlyn mumbles, her head dipping awkwardly.

“What are you doing?”

“Thought I’d stick around in case you needed anything.”

Maya softens, a gentle quiet filling the room before her hands find their way out from under the covers, grasping in Kaitlyn’s direction, “Come here,” she urges with a wave.

Kaitlyn obliges, standing and shuffling to the edge of the bed, where Maya takes her hand and tugs her onto the mattress. Kaitlyn slips beneath the comforter, her arms curling around Maya as she cuddles close, burying her face in Kaitlyn’s shoulder.

“Are you gonna be okay?” she whispers into Kaitlyn’s shirt, her breath hot where it seeps through the fabric to warm Kaitlyn’s skin.

Kaitlyn draws her closer, their legs tangling beneath the sheets as she tucks her chin over Maya’s head, absentmindedly twirling a braid around one finger, “Yeah, I think I just needed some time to think, you know? And my parents probably need space, so it’ll be awhile before I talk to them anyway.

“Maybe I can sort something out or write a letter, I don’t know. I don’t think I know what to say, but I’m working on it and trying to figure out how to move forward. I was up most of the night thinking about how I could fix things, or what I should do, and stressing about if I should even be bothered, and my mom ended up texting me and we spoke for a bit. It was nice that she wasn’t upset, but my dad’s another story.” She finally stops for air, looking down to find Maya’s eyes closed and her breathing back to that soft and gentle rhythm.

“Are you still awake?” she whispers, eyes tracing the way the few rays of sunlight slipping through the curtain dance along her skin, illuminate her features.

Maya hums in the back of her throat, “Mmhmm.”

A small grin quirks Kaitlyn’s lips, “So you know what I was talking about?”

“Mmhmm.”

“So you have no problem with me, say, tossing you out of bed?” Kaitlyn teases, her smile growing as Maya’s features stay peaceful and sleep-laden.

“Mmhmm.”

Kaitlyn chuckles softly, the exhale stirring a few strands of her hair as it lay on the pillow as she murmurs, “Sweet dreams. I’m here just in case,” and plants a small kiss on Maya’s forehead.

#just something small to try and get going today #choices fanfic #the freshman series #the freshman #this is a zack stan account #i dont make the rules #kaitlyn liao #kaitlyn x mc #tfs #tfs jic #im so bad at tags asdfjk

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narcosmx · 4 years

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your ‘first time’ with ramon arellano felix would include

a/n: okay so i don’t know why i was inspired to do ramon next but i was, promise i’m taking request into consideration and planning those out but sometimes the muse has a mind of it’s own i ???? this gif was me at my fucking muse ... bitch a huevo.... pacho is on the way i pwomise .... i hope you still like it i 👉🥺👈

so first time with ramon would be something possessive and grabby…it’s a like ‘you’re fucking mine now’ situation because we all know that deep down ramon is fucking insecure as fuck

my little moncito needs to know you’re his and fully his, otherwise he’s going to be worried you’re going to realize how much of a mess he is and leav e

he needs reassurance, he needs love and fucking you for the first time will give you the intimacy he is literally crying out for mixed with the fucking nasty that is ramon arellano felix

the first time with ramon is like not so sneaky sex, the kind at like a party or some shit where you come back trying to act normal as if everyone isn’t completely positive you all just fucked in an upstairs bedroom

listen ARELLANO FELIX MANSION PARTIES, THOSE THINGS HAVE TO BE THE FUCKING SHIT AND WE ALL KNOW THAT WE ALL DO

because like cool we can have stuff at roxanne but the after parties at the mansion is where the real party is fucking at

okay but i am crying because ramon plans asking you to come to the after party to be this smooth as fuck, ladies man moment but in reality it’s like soft ramon being like “i want you to come... i really want you to come, yeah?” instead of like “yeah you should come”

but don’t get me wrong the little smirk he gets when you say yes, devilish little grin and giving you a quick kiss on the lips, trailing up your jaw telling you how he can’t wait i

i’m screaming, when you get you’re trying not to make it too obvious that you’re looking for him but ugh this smirky little shit coming behind you and whispering against your ear like “who you looking for , bebe??” and hugging you from behind and picking you up playfully

he puts you down but is quickly pulling you in for another kiss, grabbing at your ass with one hand and the other hand firmly on the nape of your neck keeping you against him as he gives you this heated kiss not caring who tf was around

and from then on, ramon has his arm wrapped around you the whole time;

whether it be like around your waist as he’s introducing you to people, over your shoulder or like across your chest as he holds you while you’re talking to people, guiding you by the small of your back

I JUST CLINGY RAMON IS CLINGY kissing your neck, intentionally whispering the raunchiest stuff in your ear as your trying to have this normal conversation with someone

but i think it would actually escalate to like first time after an event where he had to be possessive

like if he left for some reason, to go talk to his brothers or whatever, and he comes back to see you talking to some other guy and no matter how innocent it is ramon is fucking not having it

instantly storming over to you and forcing his body between you and the other guy, he’s towering over them just yelling at them for even getting close to you

and you’re like trying to grab at his shoulder and calm him down and just him turning around and giving you the most like rough and needy kiss

and is just like groaning against your lips like “eres mia, sola mia”

just this breath taking kiss as his hands travel all over your body fuck

and you being this little shit... smirking at him, tugging at his hair lightly and whispering ‘ yeah papi? prove it’

WOWOWO OKAY COULD YOU IMAGINE THIS BEING ONE OF THOSE RELATIONSHIPS WHERE LIKE YOU PLAY HATE EACH OTHER BUT FUCK DO YOU WANT EACH OTHER SO BAD

LIKE THE ‘SHUT UP’ ‘MAKE ME’ TYPE SITUATION

and once you utter that little challenge it’s all fucking over your both making a giggly break for the stairs, ramon little pushing you along by the small of your back

this idiot is looking around as if he cares about people seeing him take you up the stairs and to his room

and once you’re in there, he’s like backing you up against that door and making out with you like he’s a needs as much as he needs air to live

god there’s so much hair grabbing, rough grabbign at each other trying to bring the other impossibly closer to the other

stumbling over to the bed, because you both refuse to let each other go for a fucking second, ramon sitting up on the bed with you on his laps as his hands are already pulling up your shirt

ramon is itching to get his lips on you, because he will stuff his face into your tits no fucking question

ramon can barely kick his pants off quickly enough, he’s just like bunching up your skirt and sliding your panties off he is like a starving man

wants to ravage you so you don’t stay on top very long because he needs to get his head between your thighs his mouth is watering

wants to be romantic and kiss down your body but his mind is so clouded with lust, his hands are running down you gently but his tongue is already tasting you

DEVOURS YOUR CORE, I MEAN HAS YOUR LEGS SHAKING AND HE’S LOOKING UP AT YOU, only stopping to smirk and murmur about how you don’t have much to say now, do you?

wow his dream is to have his chin dripping in your cum wow im going to hell for this

BUT YOU JUST HAVE TO CHALLENGE HIM AGAIN even if you’re barely stuttering out your response

so that just has the devilish look in his eyes glowing, him going up your body until he’s hovering face to face with you, teasing your folds with his throbbing cock just like “the only thing i want to hear from you is begging right now”

and him sliding into you is such a teasing process, you’re probably already sensitive from him eating you out and tongue fucking you so this has you nearly crying out for him

painfully slow thrusts, barely moving and you’re losing your mind and are begging him to fuck you hard

and he just smirks and is like “pero primero dime, de quien eres? hm quien es tu papi?” and crying out soy tuyo....

and that’s it, beast mode ramon gets fucking activated with his hard, fast thrusts inside of you murmuring like ‘fuck yeah you’re mine’, having you repeat it every time he gets deep inside of you wow

teasing about how you’re not being very sneaky screaming out his name for him and either

having you suck on your fingERS ((i love.... his hand...s. .. so ... much....))

OR covering your mouth with his hand

and the first time is just playful??? possessive???? pushing at each other’s buttons

1000% had you say you were his babygirl before letting you cum because duh

the little pants and smirk he gives you as he hovers over you, like floppy crazy hair as he leans down to give you kisses and little nips on your neck

lays next to you and literally does grabby hands if you’re not instantly in his arms

teasing about how you’re his now, he doesn’t make the rules... you were the one that said it afterall

asking if you wanna get dressed and get back to the party and you just curling into his chest and like being like “if you want to we can” and he shakes his head and kisses your forehead.

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico #ramon arellano felix #ramon arellano felix x reader

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vosiro · 4 years

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Hot girl shit (SMUT)

Dabi x F!reader (NSFW/PWP)

Basically y’all was at the cookout fucking shit up then went to the club and fucked shit up then went home a fucked shit up this shit just pure filth ngl

Also I didn’t proof read all of it so if you see a mistake, you didnt😃❤️

Today was the day, you were finally finna introduce dabi to ya family at the cookout. You already knew the first rule, don’t. Bring. A. Random. To. The. Cookout. Nobody knew who dabi was, and ole dude looked like walking beef jerky. Fair to say, you were scared as every morsel of the FUCK, because you know them aunties and cousins be talking mad shit for no damn reason. Dabi seemed way more relaxed than you did, honestly, a little too relaxed. “Shiiii doll, you’re so tense and for what?” He smirked “you need some dick to calm you down baby? I’d be down to fuck right here...” He said as he grabbed your waist. “Can you have some fucking tact? I just KNOW they finna eat you up as soon as you walk in the damn back yard.” you snarled as you pulled his hand from your waist. “I know you’re not catching an attitude with me y/n... keep that same energy when you’re screaming my name tonight doll.” You and dabi haven’t had sex for over three weeks, because of y’all’s schedule. You could tell he was a little, ahem... pent up.

“We’re here.” You told him as you two walked into the back yard. Immediately all eyes was turned on you and ya boyfriend. All the little kids ran up to dabi, “are you a zombie?” They asked “y’all don’t be asking them dumb ass questions.” You snapped back. “Maybe I am a zombie...” dabi said as he growled at them. You laughed, but that smile faded as you saw Stephanie, candy, and Alexis. They be the main ones talking shit for absolutely no reason. “Girlllll you see y/n’s man?” Stephanie whispered “right, what kinda extraterrestrial ass being” candy giggled. “Y’all know she always go for the crazy niggas, lemme go talk to her and see what’s up...” Alexis said as she appropached you and your boyfriend. Dabi shrugged these comments off, he was used to this type shit, but you were fuming. “Girllll you can do so much better, it’s the beef jerky skin fa me.” She muttered “Girl and it’s the stiff ass wig fa me, if you don’t get tf miss concrete lace🙄” You snapped back. “Dammnnn baby, you ate that.” Dabi chuckled as y’all walked away to go greet the rest of the family.

Overall, the cookout went well. Your family was pretty accepting of dabi despite his appearance, he looked like he really loved you, and was willing to protect you. He helped your uncle out on the grill with his flames, and played freeze tag with ya little cousins. Your grandma was forcing dabi to get another plate because he was ‘too skinny’, and he did exactly that even though he was full, because he adored your grandma.

Red nose by Sage the Gemini came on, and you already knew what that meant. Time. To. Throw. It. Tf. Back. Dabi was in the backyard with his shirt off, cuz it was hot asf in this bitch. The same cousins that were talking shit were the same ones eyeing him tf down like he was some sort of meal. You peeped this, and decided to make them regret they ever said shit. You came up to your mans, and did what you had to do. Throw that ass all up on him, and you already KNOW he caught that shit. Y’all was lowkey messy with it, your booty was all up on him and his hand were on your lower back swerving tf outta that shit. You felt something poke in between your ass, and you knew it couldn’t just be his belt buckle because dabi is ahem... above average. Ah, he was hard. Really hard. Who knew he would get all bricked up from you throwing it back on him. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, while his hands rested on ur hips, “shiiiiitt baby, you got a guest room in this house we could sneak off to doll face? I wanna fuck you real good...” to say you were just wet from his words was definitely an understatement, since you two haven’t had any action lately, you were literally turned on from just looking at him. “Yea we do, but haven’t you been pent up for the past couple of weeks? You sure you’re not finna nut when you put the tip in?” You said teasingly. “Don’t play with me y/n, or that pretty throat of yours is gonna be stuffed with my cock.” The tone of his voice was nearly feral, it’s not like you could say no anyways, and you wanted it as bad as he did.

You led dabi by hand to the guest bedroom of your childhood home. Once you locked the door you turned around, and that mf stuck his tongue right down your throat. “Don’t ever catch an attitude with me again, okay slut?” he said as he pulled away. “Or what? What are you gon do?” You knew your words would entice the exact reaction you wanted from him. Dabi smirked as he sat on the edge of the bed. “C’mere dollface... And get on your fucking knees.” You did exactly what he told you to. You undid his belt and freed his dick. That shit was throbbing and leaking pre cum at the tip. You grabbed a hold of it and he let out a small groan. You started to stroke it up and down while licking the tip. “Fuuckkk baby... yea... mm just like that... be a good girl for me and suck this cock real good ok?” He managed to get out under his low groans. You took half of his length in your mouth and began sucking. Dabi threw his head back while his hands rested behind him, gripping the sheets. “Fuck fuck fuck fuckkk... mm..cmon, I know you can take all of it you fucking slut...” you were going at a frustratingly slow pace for dabi, it was taking all his willpower not to grab your head and slam his cock down your throat. He pulled your head off his dick and stood up. Dabi grabbed your chin with his forefingers and stuck his thumb in your mouth then twirled it around your tongue. “You were doing that on purpose weren’t you? You fucking bitch... open wide.” You gagged as he stuck his entire length down your down your throat. He started thrusting at an inhuman pace, while his hands made its way to the back of your head. “When... fuck...nngh.. when I say don’t... haa... when I say don’t catch an attitude... with me...FUCK.. don’t catch a fucking attitude... alright?... mm fuck...” just as he was about to cum, someone knocked at the door and you quickly pulled off of him “shit.” You said fixing your clothes and heading to answer the door. It was Alexis. “Y/n, girl, wtf are y’all doing in here? Granny said y’all had to come and get more food.” Alexis knew EXACTLY what she was interrupting. “Uhm fuck, we’ll be down there in a minute... just give us a second, we leaving soon anyways” you sighed.

Y/n - “Let’s go dabi.”

Dabi - “What the fuck? You’re not just gonna leave me like this.”

Y/n - “I don’t have a choice baby, it’s granny, never play with granny’s time.”

Dabi - “Y/n you’re really pissing me the fuck off.”

Y/n - “Okay? and I don’t give a fuck, now tuck your dick in your pants or sum.”

Dabi - “Are you fucking dumb? I can’t hide this shit.”

Y/n - “Well try to baby, please for me”

Dabi - “Fuck, whatever let’s just go home.”

You and your boyfriend said goodbye to everyone at the cookout after grabbing one last plate. Dabi was clearly pissed, and honestly, you had more than enough time to finish him off, but you loved making him mad because that angry sex always hit different. As you two reached your shared apartment, dabi did not hesitate to pick you up and and carry you to the bedroom, roughly slamming you on the bed and letting his tongue explore your mouth. He slide his hands into your pants and felt your dripping essence through your panties. “You were talking all that shit and you were this wet doll? Just from sucking me off? You realize how much of a fucking whore you are right?” You moaned at his words. “Fuck... w-wait dabi, I wanna go somewhere tonight.”

Dabi - “Hm? We can go after you cum on daddy’s dick doll.”

Y/n - “Nooo, we have to go right now if we want the entree fee to be cheaper.”

Dabi - “Entree fee? Where the fuck do you wanna go?”

Y/n. - “Club Jurmane. please baby please can we go, I’ll do whatever you want when we get home”

Dabi - “Club Jurmane? That ghetto ass club on Sukazoki Avenue?

Y/n - “yes that club”

Dabi- “Fine, go get dressed and let’s go”

Even tho he was pissed at you and still semi-hard, he could never say no to you. Honestly, you’re the only person he’s loved in a really long fucking time.

Dabi was waiting on the couch in black jeans and a turtle neck with a chain as you walked outside the bedroom in a small, thin, and short red dress. “You look like a fucking stripper” was the first thing that came out of his mouth, and “..but it’s sexy dollface.” Was the second “that’s what I thought baby~ now let’s gooo”

9:45- at club Jurmane

You two walked in and it smelled like ass, weed, and Hennessy. Strippers were dancing on the poles, dollar bills were scattered across the floor, everyone was shit faced, the music was bussin, and you were ready to get turnt tf up with your boo. “Baby let’s get some drinks at the bar~” you said as you ushered your boyfriend to take a few shots with you. You two were a little drunk before y’all even had any fun fr. You turned to your dabi and he was holding a blunt in his hand, clearly corssfaded.

Y/n - “Boy where in the fuck did yo ass get a blunt from”

Dabi - “Some random gave it to me, wanna hit babe?”

Y/n - “You shouldn’t accept drugs from strangers... gimme that shit🙄”

You smoked the rest of the blunt and now yo ass was cross faded too. Dabi grabbed your hand and dragged you to the dance floor. Your back was to his, “show me what that ass do dollface” and you did just that. No hands by Waka Flocka was playing, and yo ass was pressed up all on Dabi’s dick, and he was hard as shit. Sum about his girl shaking ass on him just got his spirit going, AND he’s been waiting to bust a nut all damn day.

Dabi - “hey y/n let’s go somewhere private okay doll?”

Y/n - “whatttt c’mon let’s dance a little mo-”

??? - “hey y/n! It’s been so long how are you”

Dabi - “who the fuck are you?”

Y/n - “keigo? Is that you? DAMN you’ve changed, ya know being number 2 hero n all”

Hawks - “I know, you’ve changed a lot too since highschool, still fine as hell tho. By the way, call me hawks in public.”

Dabi - “Yea she is, she’s also my girl”

Hawks - “ah I see... anyways y/n wanna dance? Maybe talk and catch up. You don’t have to though, I know sometimes dancing with your ex can be a little uncomfortable.”

Dabi - “nah, she won’t be danc-”

Y/n - “sure! I mean why tf not. It’s only uncomfortable if we make it.”

And with that, you and hawks were dancing, hanging out, talking, and lowkey flirting. Did you know what you were doing? Yes, yes you fucking did. Don’t get me wrong, you absolutely loved dabi with all your heart, and had no feelings for hawks whatsoever, but you just loved to see that possessive and jealous side of your boyfriend. While mid conversation with hawks, you felt a firm grip on your wrist. “What the fuck do you think your doing doll?” Dabi said through gritted teeth. “what am I not allowed to talk to another person with a dick?” You snapped back. “Not when he’s your ex, and he’s clearly tryna make a move on you. Get the fuck up, we’re leaving.” your boyfriend literally picked you up, and flung you over his shoulder. “Dabi what in the actual fuck, if you don’t put me tf down.” He kicked open the club bathroom door and brought you into a stall.

Dabi - “Turn around and put your hands on the toilet tank.”

Y/n - “No wtf that shit dirty as a bitch”

Dabi grabbed your neck and brought himself to your ear “can’t you just be a good girl for daddy? Huh doll? I’m dying to fuck you..” you turned around and listened to what your boyfriend said. “Good girl...” he said as you heard him unbuckle his belt. His hands brought up your dress and pulled your panties down to the middle of your thighs. He rubbed his fingers along your folds. “Did you get this wet from talking to that fucking bird huh?” You whimpered and shook your head no “o-only for you daddy...” he took his member out of his jeans and slowly sheathed it into your dripping hole. “F-fuuckkkk doll... so damn tight...” he groaned, slowly thrusting into you. He started picking up his pace, giving you them hard, fast, deep, thrusts. “Aah.. fuck.. can’t believe you made me...mm.. wait all day for this pussy doll.” Your mind was going hazy, and your moans were getting uncontrollably loud. “D-dabi, what if someone- aah.. what if someone comes.. haa.. comes inside.” You barely managed to get your words out. Dabi landed a sharp smack on your ass “let them...let them hear who’s making you feel this fucking good dollface.” His words made you clamped around his dick. “Fuck yeaaa... you like that shit? You like when I talk to you like a fucking slut?” You kept getting wetter and wetter. “Y-yes daddy!” Yo ass YELLED that shit. Dabi smacked your ass once more, “cum for daddy doll, show me how fucking good you feel.” He then spread ur ass cheeks out, and slipped his thumb into your tight puckered hole “A-ah Dabi... wtf” you yelled. “You think... fuck... my dick... mm... could fit in here dollface?” He managed to say under his groans. You could tell he was close from the way his dick was twitching inside of you. “F-fuck... I don’t know dabi.” You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you started to clench around him. “Shii.. are you close slut? C’mon cum, cum for daddy..” you came exactly when he told you to while yelling his name. He didn’t stop though, he kept ramming into you even after your orgasm hit, making you shake from the overstimulation. Dabi’s thrusts became erratic, you could tell he was about to cum. “F-Fuck... doll... nngh I’m gonna cum... fuck fuck FUCK.. I’m...cumming...” he gripped ur hips tightly as he came. You felt his hands heat up slightly as he moaned, releasing his thick, creamy cum inside you. Dabi pulled out, but he was still hard. “W-why are you still hard...” you said as you tried to get up. He smacked your ass hard asf “get back down slut, I’m not done with you.�� Dabi used his cum from your pussy to lube up your asshole, you whined at the feeling of his fingers violating ur tigh hole. He spread your ass cheeks out and started teasing your hole with the tip of his dick. “W-wait you cant just put your dick in like that-” you felt dabi push the tip in, and you instinctively tried to push it out because of the unfamiliar feeling. “Fuck- dabi that fucking hurts.”

Dabi - “If you don’t relax it’s gonna hurt even more doll..”

Dabi pushed the rest of his member into you ass, and it reached deep inside you. “Fuuckkk... you. Look at you.. my pretty little cum sleeve. You say it hurts but you’re squeezing me so. Damn. Tight. I’m gonna cum again doll..” tears started to stream down your face from the mixture of pain and pleasure you were feeling. “Aw, look at my pretty slut crying, you like this shit don’t you? You like feeling my dick reach deep inside... you’d bend over for that short ass winged bastard again like the fucking whore you are wouldn’t you?” You shook your head no, barely being able to form a coherent sentence. “Fuck doll... your pretty, little, tight ass feels so fucking good.” He groaned, picking up the paste of his thrusts. It still fucking hurt but you liked the balance of the pain mixed in with the pleasure. His thrust became erratic again, he was about to cum for the second time tonight. “Don’t c-cum inside.”

“Huh? If I want to cum in your ass, I’ll come in your ass. Don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”

You felt Dabi’s hot cum fill up your ass, while his deck left your anus. He used his finger to scoop back and cum that dripped out of your holes and put them back inside. He pulled up your panties, and pulled your dress back down then smacked your ass once more “make sure you keep my cum inside you like a good girl? Mmk babe?”

Y/n - “It’s gonna drip down my fucking leg..”

Dabi - “Good.”

When you and dabi walked out the bathroom hawks immediately ran up to you and your boyfriend, taking note of your disheveled dress, teary face, and limp.

Hawks - “y/n what the hell happened? Are you okay?!”

Y/n - “I-I’m okay fr.”

Hawks - “what the fuck did you do to her?”

Dabi - “none of your fucking business Tory Lanez.”

Hawks took note of the white substance dripping down your leg. He put two and two together, and realized what actually just happened in that bathroom.

Hawks - “dude.. your fucking disgusting you know that? y/n deserves better than you.”

Dabi - “oh yea? And you ain’t even 5 feet yet so wassup?”

Dabi started to close the distance between him and hawks, blue flames escaping his hands.

Y/n - “dabi dont-”

Dabi - “nah since his bum ass seems to know everything about our relationship, lemme run his shit up.”

Hawks - “I mean you can fucking try it, fuck I look like losing to a walking piece of beef jerky”

Y/n - “BOTH OF YALL CALM TF DOWN. Hawks don’t come for MY mfing man and Dabi you’re doing way too much let’s just go home okay baby?”

Dabi & hawks - “fine...”

You and dabi reached y’all’s shared apartment, and made way to the bedroom, both of you on the bed.

Dabi - “You shoulda let me beat his ass”

Y/n - “Boyyyy, I wanted to, but I didn’t wanna get my my membership revoked, or the popo pulling up.”

Dabi - “Whatever you shouldn’t have hung out with him, or even let him touch you anyways.”

Y/n - “Awww was my little baby jealous?”

Dabi - “Yes I was fucking jealous. You’re mine.”

Y/n - “As I should be, period”

Dabi - “PeRiOd”

Y/n - “Don’t mock me-”

Dabi - “Hey doll.. you said you’d do anything if we went to that dumb club right?”

Y/n - “Yea... watchu tryna do?”

Dabi - “Stay here doll.”

Dabi left the bedroom and returned with some red rope.

Dabi - “Strip.”

Y/n - “What? Don’t tell me you wanna go again. We fucked twice already and I’m sore as fuck, lets just go to bed.”

Dabi - “I said strip.”

Y/n - “Make me, daddy.”

He grabbed your throat squeezing just enough to make you slightly light headed. “Can you stop acting like a slut for just one second, and do what I fucking say?” He let go of your throat, and you stripped head to toe. “Get back on the bed doll face.” Dabi took your hands above your head and tied them to the headboard. He then took each of your ankles, spread your legs out as far as they could go, and tied each of your feet to the headboard as well. He went into the closet and brought out a vibrating dildo.

Y/n - “so you’re just finna tease me with a dildo that vibrates? Whewww, scary, shiver me timbers...”

Dabi- “patience, baby...by the way the safe word is pumpkin.”

He sat on the bed and brought his face right up next to your pussy. His cum was still leaking out both your holes. He stuck out his tongue and licked your booty hole all the way up to the top of your throbbing clit. “D-dabi-” You whimpered out. “Our juices taste good mixed together doll.” He took the dildo and put the setting on low before slowly sliding it into your cum filled hole. Dabi got up off the bed and started walking towards the door.

Y/n - “Dabi what the fuck? You just finna leave?”

Dabi - “I’ll be back in a few, be patient and wait for daddy, alright?”

—————————30 minutes later————————

you heard the bedroom door creak open, it was dabi and he had a giant box... of sex toys. There was every possible adult toy in there you can imagine. Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, you name it. He put the box on the floor, and sat at th edge of the bed where you where all tied up at. Honestly, at this point you were worn out and tired, ready to pass tf out, but dabi didn’t finish having his fun with you yet.

Y/n - “dabi p-please take it out... I want your dick not this toy...”

Dabi - “did you cum?”

Y/n - “no.. the vibrations were too low..”

Dabi - “good... you’ll only cum when I tell you to, alright?”

Y/n - “and if I don’t?”

Dabi - “You’ll be punished of course.”

Dabi crawled onto the bed and put his crotch level headed with your mouth. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants freeing his cock. There was already Pre-cum leaking from the tip and he smothered it all over your face. “Suck.” He said with a stern voice. You shook your head, “no.” Dabi slapped you across the face, leaving a sharp, stinging, sensation behind. “You’re not in a position to deny me doll.” Honestly, that slap hurt so fucking good. You opened your mouth obediently, as he slipped his cock into your mouth while his hands rested on the headboard. He thrusted into your mouth so roughly and deeply you could feel that shit go up and down your throat, you were gagging all teary eyed. “Fuck yea... you suck my dick so good...” dabi groaned as he threw his back. “Shit, baby... yea keep sucking... ima cum soon..” he thrusted into your mouth a few more times before shooting hot spurts of his cum down ya throat. He pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants before reaching under the bed and grabbing his pistol. “Since you sucked me off like a good fucking slut, lemme reward you baby.” He said as he teased your wet folds with his gun. “I know yo ass is NOT about to shove a gun up me.” You were scared but lowkey curious as to how it felt “relaaax, I cleaned it before hand, trust me baby. I know how to make you feel good. Don’t you dare cum on it though, you only cum on my cock.” Dabi pushed the head of the gun in your dripping cunt slowly. The cold rigged feeling of the metal felt so fucking good against your tight walls. You let out a moan and tried to arch your back best you could under your restraints. “F-fuck dabi..” you let out a shaky moan. “You like that shit? Fuckkk baby, you’re just swallowing that gun up huh? Does it feel better than my cock? You would take anything up this pretty little pussy wouldn’t you slut?” He started to fuck you with the gun rough and hard. You were about to cum from the gun plus the 30 minutes of low-dildo vibrations you received. You felt your orgasm crashing down on you as you moaned loudly. “You really came from that y/n? I thought I told you not to cum unless on my cock you dirty bitch.” Dabi pulled the gun out of you, covered in your juices and his cum.

Y/n - “what the fuck was I suppose to do? I couldn’t hold that shit it.”

Dabi - “I’ll have to punish you for that doll.”

Dabi untied your hands and feet from the headboard he sat at the edge of the bed and signaled for you to come lay on his lap. “Lay on your stomach doll, ass out.” You did exactly that, he had you on your stomach layed out for him. You felt his hand come down and land a sharp, hard smack on your ass. “Count them”

Dabi - “That was one.”

He landed another smack

Y/n - “t-two”

And another

Y/n - “ah! T-three”

Another

Y/n - “four-”

And one last spank

Y/n - “f-five.”

Dabi - “if you come without my permission one more time it’ll be another five spanks, got it doll?”

Y/n - “yes daddy...”

Dabi - “good girl.”

You sat up and straddled Dabi’s waist, wrapping your legs around him. He reached down into the box and grabbed a vibrating butt plug. Dabi lifted you up and started walking towards the door “where the fuck are we going now?” You asked as he carried you out of the room. “To the bathroom baby, I want you to see how slutty you look when I fuck you.” When you two reached the bathroom he set you down in front of the sink with your back turned to his front. You let your arms rest on the bathroom counter, and bent down for him to have easy access. He pulled out his semi-hard cock and lazily jerked it a few times before rubbing the tip along ur folds. He slid in with one quick thrust, and you moaned loudly. “Shit..No matter how hard I... fuck you... you’re always... so.. fuck haa.. so damn t-tight. Shit.” Your head was buried in your arms as dabi thrusted into you. He grabbed your neck and made you look in the mirror as he railed you senseless. “Fuck doll.. look how pretty you are taking my cock like this. My good fucking girl.” He stuck his fingers in your mouth to lube them up, then brough them down to your asshole. He slid his fingers in and out of your puckered hole to make sure it was wet enough. He grabbed the butt plug and sheathed it into your ass, turning the vibration all the way up. “F-fuck dabi, it’s too m-much, I can’t take it-”

“You can and you will.”

He fuck you so roughly yo could hardly think, let alone make coherent sentences “tell me how fucking good I make you feel. Who’s the only one that has you screaming like this baby.” You really wanted to answer him but all you was able to let out was a slurred “nnn”

“Aww, did I fuck you stupid y/n? Fuck you so good you can’t even talk anymore? My pretty little dumb slut.” His words had you squeezing him tightly, bringing on another orgasm. You felt his dick twitching in you as well. “C’mon y/n cum for me baby, cum on daddy’s dick, I know you have another one in you.” you came at the same time as him. Your tight walls milking his straining cock.

Y/n - “baby...we done? So tired...”

Dabi - “fuck are you talking about? We’re going all night.”

Dabi fucked you over every flat surface in that apartment. The kitchen counter, the living room couch, over tha damn balcony (which was terrify, yo ass almost fell over the ledge), even on the floor.

It was currently 3:29 A.M. in the morning, and you were riding dabi while your hands were handcuffed to your back. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. “Yea... bounce in my dick just like that...mm... feels so fucking good.” He finished the rest of his whiskey, and put the glass down on the bedside table so he could rest his hand on your thigh. He grinned and spit in your face as you continued to bounce up and down on his cock. His saliva traveled down to your mouth and you licked that shit tf up. Dabi took his cigarette and put it out on your thigh

Y/n - “H-hurts”

Dabi - “you like it.”

Y/n - “...”

You felt yet another orgasm come up on you, but this time it felt different. Your head felt fuzzy and you body weak. Once you came you vision went blurry and you fainted onto Dabi’s chest.

Dabi - “oh shit.”

—————————————10:30 A.M.————————————

You slowly open to your face being nuzzled in Dabi’s chest

Dabi - “you’re finally awake doll”

Y/n - “what the fuck happened”

Dabi - “you passed out”

Y/n - “how could you fuck someone till they passed ou- ow my entire body fucking hurts, dabi what the fuck?, can you fucking calm down next time?”

Dabi - “you were the one who made me pissed”

Y/n - “boy bye... it wasn’t even that deep.”

Dabi - “not you tried to be on some hot girl summer shit...”

Y/n - “MOVE.”

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