#i want a slow handsy make out session that ends with clothes coming off

[halaxia]

— the first time 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 higuruma hiromi

— your first time with hiromi ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

❥ cw | nsfw, first time, soft sex, soft hiromi my baby, probably ooc though, wholesome <3

❥ note | my first time writing for hiromi i hope i did him justice hehe, am in desperate need for more hiromi content on here!! these hcs ended up being way more detailed that i planned but i also included a blurb at the end bc i couldn’t help myself lol

this was a request :)

- nsfw under the cut, mdni -

- Despite his usually stoic and serious, to-the-point demeanour, Hiromi was nothing but gentle with you.

- It always warmed your heart to see the way his eyes softened whenever you entered a room, to feel the feather-light touches on your lower back whilst the two of you navigated busy streets after he’d offered to take you out on one of his rare off days (if it was particularly crowded he would hold your hand, but Hiromi was never really one for PDA).

- Because of his conscious and unconscious efforts to keep you feeling comfortable and safe whenever he could, it should have come as no surprise to you that he was no different in the bedroom.

- From the moment he felt that your impromptu make-out session would lead to much more than just that, when your hips pressed down against his and when he heard the way you whined against his lips when he squeezed the flesh of your thighs, Hiromi‘s priority was to make sure you were comfortable with whatever it was the two of you would be doing.

- After slipping his hands under your shirt, whilst moving his lips down your neck, before removing every object of clothing, he would make sure you didn’t have second thoughts about continuing.

- “Are you sure you want to do this?” he’d ask, lips pulling away from your skin to look you in the eye. You’d nod, of course, and reassure him that you were doing exactly what you wanted to do.

- Judging by how much pent-up stress the poor lawyer harboured, you were surprised by how gentle he was when he handled you (although you should have known that he would never be rough with you).

- From the way he laid you on your bed to the way he kissed you, he treated you like porcelain—your laugh snapped his attention from the curves of your body up to your face, his own growing warm as you reassured him that you wouldn’t break if he were a bit more handsy with you.

- He didn’t full-on manhandle you, of course, but his touches did grow more meaningful, more wanting—your whine after he grazed his fingers along your inner thigh only spurred him on further.

- Hiromi didn’t shy away from foreplay in the slightest—he went down on you before he did anything else, working you almost agonizingly slowly with his tongue, relishing in the way your fingers tugged on his dark strands. He’d tease your clit with his rough fingers, swallowing your moans with kiss-swollen lips against yours. He didn’t stop until you were all but begging for him to be inside you, your needy gaze telling him what your jumbled words could not.

- He’d have condoms on hand, of course—he wasn’t one to take risks, whether you were on the pill or not.

- Hiromi would be slow at first, burying his face into your neck as he eased himself into you, groaning quietly into your skin at just how perfect you felt around him. Your nails dug into his back as he sheathed himself fully inside of you, a wanting moan leaving your lips as his marked the skin of your neck.

- It wouldn’t take much for Hiromi’s pace to quicken—his resolve grew thin upon hearing you beg him for more, and as both the sound of your voice and lust clouded his thoughts, he’d decide he’d give you just that.

- As the speed of his hips moving against yours quickened, as did your moans, both his and yours, and as his fingers found their way in between your bodies to your clit, thumb rubbing against you in time with his thrusts. You could feel yourself nearing your release, and with the way your walls squeezed his cock, so could he.

- Hiromi’s lips met yours in a messy kiss, his fingers lacing with yours against the plush comforter of your bed as the two of you came almost in unison, your name leaving his lips with a groan while the pads of the fingers on his free hand pressed into your hips likely enough to bruise, though, in that moment, neither of you could find it in you to care.

- The emptiness you felt as he pulled out nearly had you curling into yourself as he laid beside you, the two of you breathing heavily in silence.

- Neither of you cared much to shower that night, nor tidy the mess of clothes that had been strewn about your room, your limbs heavy with exhaustion and minds clouded with the after-effects of ecstasy. Hiromi pulled you into him, muttering sweet nothings into your hair as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

- The last thing you heard was his gentle voice telling you how much he cared for you before you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The sound of skin-on-skin filled the room, along with the breathy, needy moans of you and Hiromi as he thrust desperately into you, the latter attempting to silence himself by pressing his lips against your shoulder. Had you not been so engrossed in the blissful feeling of being so utterly full of him, you would have encouraged him to be more vocal. His name left your lips with a whine, the sound only spurring him on as he both quickened and deepened his thrusts.

At that moment, there was no worldly stress, no injustice, no need to make wrongs right; as your melodic voice uttered his name with such need, he was convinced he’d never feel the burden of stress again.

All Hiromi felt was you, and you were all he would ever need.

#*ೃ༄ leena’s writing #✧.* after dark #ੈ✩‧₊˚ jjk #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #higuruma hiromi #hiromi higuruma #jjk higuruma #higuruma smut #higuruma x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you

[jaedreaminn]

Queen of Hearts

Summary

In a world where all you were capable of doing was stealing hearts and breaking them, causing chaos and shattering any form of love, giving someone your heart seemed impossible.

You needed hearts to survive so you could only steal and sit on all the love in the world because giving love was your biggest weekness.

But maybe you didn't mind being weak for him. And maybe you let go for just this once. And maybe you forgot that there was always a higher power...

Pairings: Jungwoo x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Manipulation, Supernatural, mythical, sad ending.

Warnings: Death

Word Count: 2.7k

You sat on your throne as you looked out at the chaos you created, Hearts broken and left to burn in the pits of hell you called your existence. Sucking the love out of anything is what you did best and this is what gave you a tiny semblance of joy.

The cool wind swept through your hair as you sat at your balcony looking out at the mess you made, a smile graced your lips.

To anyone else everything was normal but only you knew what you did to turn this neighbourhood of pure happy hearts to something so tainted.

The convince store below your apartment seemed peaceful but only you knew that the owner was having second thoughts about what he thought was a happy 20 year-long marriage. About how he suddenly desired anything but his wife. Of course, after having a taste of you and the possibility that he could have you why would he want to go back to his wife?

You smirked looking at the topmost apartment on the four-story building in front of your apartment, where a girl sat staring at nothing in particular longingly, waiting for her lover to return from the military but you knew he wouldn't return to her, instead he would run away with another man. But the false hope you gave her would lead to the perfect heartbreak once she gets the news.

Your gaze wandered to the ground floor which was mostly empty except for the dead man that lay in that flat for four days now. Killed by his own son who ran away to the military.

On the second floor lived that dead man's ex-wife who was diligently preparing a meal to take up to the fourth floor, cluelessly in love with someone who will never be hers. You were disappointed though, she didn't know her feelings towards the girl, and so she still seemed happy and content treating the girl like her own ‘daughter’

You hated that she was happy but guessed you couldn't have everything.

The third floor was your favourite. The most sinful house among all, with dim lights and loud moans.

He was a young man who had everything but that wasn't enough for him so he tortured his finance until she left him and then found a new target. A much older target.

'The wife of the convince store owner and the psychopath- a disaster in the making' the thought amused you.

You smirked knowing that without your help everything would be normal and not as exciting as it is now. You knew that if not for you introducing people and giving them a little nudge nothing would have happened.

Three knocks at your door put an end to your little session of basking in the glory of your creation. You sighed as you made your way towards your front door.

It was either your next victim who you met at the bar yesterday, the amazon delivery guy with the clothes you ordered or the baine of your existence.

Your door swung open and you came face to face with the cutest,, cheekiest smile ever. Turns out it was the baine of your existence, your neighbour.

"What are you doing here" you scowled.

"Don't pretend to be mad" he spoke letting himself into your apartment, making his way towards your couch. "You absolutely love my presence"

The one person that had so much love to give that even if you steal his heart a thousand times he's never run out of it. And it was impossible to break his heart because it just was so well guarded.

"You’re intruding my own personal time Jungwoo" you frowned.

"All you do is sit on that chair in your balcony and stare outside like an absolute creep," he says rolling his eyes. "Mrs. LaBlanc is quite creeped out by you"

The only reason that old hag was creeped out by you was because she knew that you knew more about her crush on the 4th-floor girl than she did.

"You're quite chummy with Mrs. LaBlanc aren't you?" You said smirking trying your best shot at starting something.

"The only person I get chummy with is the food from McDonalds," Jungwoo said mirroring your smirk and you frowned.

"I'm being serious love if you like her you should take your chances with her," you said seriously, an encouraging smile gracing your face that all your past victims believed as if it was their Holy book.

"What makes you say that “Jungwoo said spacing out slightly, thinking.

Ha! Jackpot. He was seriously thinking about your question now.

"Third person’s point of view hun," you said looking at his brown orbs that didn't seem to notice your stare. "I see what you don't see"

"Your right," he said turning to you, expression serious. "You do see what I don't"

You finally had him. But that was too easy...

"You don't see what I do so you obviously won't know how much I'm NOT attracted to her," he said flashing you his signature smile.

You smiled back. You were used to this now, it was impossible to crack him and you just knew it wasn't going to be easy.

"You pay an awful lot of attention to me," Jungwoo said a sly smirk playing on his face.

"It's because you're my favourite" you winked at him.

"But for someone who’s your favourite you're always trying to set me up with people other than you," he said pointedly. The statement catching you off guard.

Yes, they fell in love with you often, but to them, you were only forbidden fruit. But pretending to date them was harsh and it gave you the most joy but it was the cruellest, you just didn't expect Jungwoo to be one of the victims whose heart you would break yourself.

You smirked "If you wanted a date with me all you had to do was ask" you said, sitting on the arm of the couch as you trailed your fingers up his arm.

"So is that a yes?" He asked hopeful puppy eyes shining.

"Of course" you smiled at him.

This was it, this was the start.

When he said date you honestly expected to be taken to McDonald's.

So you were rather surprised when he took you for a movie with the best seats, followed by a fancy diner.

But his company was fun and he radiates the perfect feeling of love for you to suck up. It would be so fun breaking him.

He was so sweet and innocent and pure.

He 'walked you home' even though you were neighbours and even hesitated before kissing you and sending you home.

It was a lovely feeling and you knew you were going to have the time of your life with this one.

For the victims directly involved with you, you usually had a process that you follow.

It was a three-stage full proof plan.

The first stage- The 'I'm on top of the world with your touch' stage.

It was where you couldn't get enough of each other.

The dates continued and suddenly Jungwoo was always where you were.

And you were always where Jungwoo was.

You two couldn't keep your hands off each other. And as you saw it, you had him right where you wanted him.

"You're warm," you said nuzzling your head against Jungwoo chest. It was a Sunday, the day where the world seemingly slows down and the two of you were on your couch, in each other's arms.

"You're cold" he chuckled. You looked up at him and raised your eyebrow.

"What?! He whined laughing, “That makes you perfect," he said grinning widely, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You knew you were cold, it was just people would usually never point that out.

"My body heat being that of a dead corpse makes me perfect" you said sarcastically giving him a forced smile with zero malice "Nice to know"

Jungwoo chuckled, brushing his hands through your soft hair "Yes that way I can cuddle you without it getting too hot for me and you're cold self gets all warmed up by me" he stopped to look at you and smiled "It's perfect"

You smiled at him and leaned forward, capture his lips in yours.

He was smitten by you and that meant stage one was going perfectly.

Things progressed as you wanted it to and you reached stage two- The 'You're dating me right?' stage.

You flirted with guys in front of Jungwoo face and called it being friendly. And slowly one by one made him distance himself from all his female friends.

You were possessive of him but lived your life as if you were single.

He always had to come to get you drunk over your ass, at bars with random guys hands all over you. You were always touchy with everyone and made sure Jungwoo saw you. You openly complimented other guys. But the moment he strays for even a second you pulled on his leash and held onto him.

You didn't let him even talk to girls. Made sure to get extra touchy with him the moment a girl started flirting with him. If he smiled at anyone you'd demand his full attention to be back on you and he gave you the attention you wanted without batting his eyes. Without complaining and with zero resistance, you didn't have to force it out of him, unlike your other victims he just gave it to you.

But that was also a downside, he still stuck with you even though you flirted with other men and we're getting handsy with other men right in front of him and it didn't seem to bother him at all.

And you tried everything in your power to make him jealous, making him feel ugly feelings. To make him want to be demanding but he never blinked once when it came to you trying to rile him up, it almost seemed as if he didn't care but at the same time he did everything he could to show you he cared for you and loved you. And you thrived on the love and affection and heart eyes he gives you and only you.

And he became your obsession.

Stage three was the stage you give him your everything and then just pull away, taking everything away with you.

(Less creative name, you know, but it works)

It was an important stage and you let him believe you loved him.

You took care of him when he was sick, cooked for him, held him close to you. Kept his heart in your tiny cold hands.

You would visit him after work and take him out, help him whenever you could and was just there for him.

This was the stage where you got past the difference in opinion in your relationship but that wasn't hard for you since the only difference in opinion between you two were whether you should eat burgers with tomato sauce or barbecue sauce.

This was the more domestic stage. Where things seemed to be settling down and where it was very easy to fool someone into thinking that this is what love should look like.

You watched him carefully as he sat on the desk in your apartment typing away in his laptop, brows scrunched in concentration and tongue poking out.

"I can't concentrate with you staring at me," he said eyes still glued to his laptop and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"I like to stare at what's mine" you replied back immediately and he only smiled.

"I know I can see the heart eyes," he said turning to face you and smiling.

Heart eyes? He was clearly reading more into what you feel for him. Or maybe you've just gotten better at acting.

You looked at the smiling boy and maybe you didn't mind if you held onto him for a long time because while every other victim of yours always wavered in giving you their affection his was constant.

You constantly stole pieces of his heart and it still never decreased in size. It was as if his heart was eternal and you liked that. After all, you were the queen of hearts and what was better than having a forever giving heart?

Maybe you'd keep him after he admits to loving you.

"Heart eyes? Only people who love each other can see those" you joked and he stilled looking at you expectantly.

"You love me?" He asked carefully and you smiled.

Here it was. Here is where you trap him with you forever.

"Don't you love me?" you asked, smiling at him cheekily.

"I asked you first" he pouted. "That means you don't love me so forget it" he sighed going back to whatever work he was doing.

"Ok fine!" you exclaimed loudly to get his attention back onto you "fine," you said more calmly and carefully this time.

If you had to say it first so that he says it back and you can trap his heart with you forever then so be it. It's not like you minded anyway you did love what he was offering you.

"I love you," you said with the sincerest tone, too sincere but it didn't matter as you looked into Jungwoos warm and bright eyes.

And he smiled the biggest smile that you have seen him smile yet and it was directed to you and you felt as if you were floating as he looked back at you with that look on his face.

"Great," he said and your bubble burst and you frowned at the odd response.

He closed his laptop and quickly picked up his belongings.

"What are you doing?" you asked standing up from your seat in confusion, you felt weak at the sudden drain of hearts from your being.

"I'm breaking up with you," he said still smiling but it had a sinister undertone to it.

"What why?" You cried out still confused and feeling weaker by the passing second.

"Cus I don't love you," he said casually "Never have" he shrugged.

"W-what how," you asked making your way towards him "But you're supposed to love me"

"But I don't," he said eyes cold and no more as welcoming and comforting as before. You reached out to hold his hand and your eyes widened and a gasp left your mouth, Jungwoo smirked at your reaction. His hands were cold, ice cold.

He wasn't warm anymore and you retracted your hand away immediately. You felt yourself growing weaker as the seconds passed.

"How can you n-not love me?" You felt yourself shiver.

He just laughed at your question "What you think I'd ever love you?" He pointed at you accusingly "Just because you are the queen of hearts doesn't mean you're invincible" he said smirking and your eyes widened in fear and you fell to the ground, the coldness spreading through you quickly.

He stole every heart you had ever stolen from you. Leaving you empty.

"H-how d-did you k-know?" You managed to get out through chattering teeth, your body slowly growing colder "A-are you the King" white puffs of air surrounded you as you spoke. He couldn't be.

"King?" He laughed the smirk never leaving his lips. He bent down to your level "Don't you think you would have realised if I was the King of hearts?" He said grabbing onto your chin and staring into your dying eyes. Your eyes widened as you struggled to speak and to move away from the man.

How could you have been so stupid? You should have seen the signs- you were always where Jungwoo was more than he was where you were, you were obsessing over him when it should have been the other way round and you admitted to loving him before he admitted to loving you. He tricked you, he made you feel loved only to remind you that you were never going to get a love that lasts because you didn't have a heart and there was no love strong enough in this world that would never fade away, it was meant to always be that way. But you couldn’t help but slip this one time, letting yourself fall in love. He was draining you off all the hearts you had, leaving you lifeless. And the worst part was you let him. You let this happen but yet you couldn't hate yourself for loving him. Even as it slowly killed you.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Not that powerful in front of the Ace of hearts now are you?" he said throwing his coat over his shoulder walking out the front door with all the hearts that once belonged to you as well as the life that once belonged to you as you slowly faded into nothingness.

A/n: So I showed this to my friend and she hated the fact that this has a sad ending so I do have a alternate happy ending for this fic but I'm not sure if I should post it or not?

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[bobathirstaccount]

You Are My Drug

Boba x fem!reader, not-so-slow burn to smut, plot-ish?

TW: unprotected sex, (sex) drug use, assault (unwanted handsy-ness; culprit gets comeuppance)

A/N: I wrote the sex scene while high on shrooms, let me know how it turned out?

***

You smiled at Boba as he walked past you, glancing into your face. You had a flirtation with him. You were almost not sure it was happening, but he had run his hand down your spine the other day, making you shudder and confirming his interest. You weren’t sure where that was going, but it was intoxicating nevertheless.

Fennec had left the palace for the day, leaving you mostly alone. The only other companions you had were Boba, Tor, and some droids. You regretted not going with her. You rummaged in the supplies room and came up with a bottle of expensive Tychonian wine. You grabbed a glass from the bar and went outside, in search of some fresh air.

The light scent of the desert met you. Hot sand and air. The suns beat down on you. You opened an umbrella and sat down with your treasure. You poured a glass and, saying “cheers” to no one in particular, took a sip. You tasted the wine, letting it roll over your tongue and sucking in some breath to aerate it. It was a nice blend. You settled in to your afternoon.

Halfway through the bottle you remembered that Tychonian wine was renowned for being exceptionally strong. You looked at the desert. It was a little bleary. You shrugged; you had nothing else to do but get drunk. You continued.

The bottle was gone and your head was on the table. It was much stronger than you thought. Much. Your head was already starting to ache. You sat up without any coordination and tried to rest your head in your hands. It took a second. Suddenly you realized you heard raspy, low laughter. You turned, annoyed. It was Boba. “It’s pretty strong,” you slurred. He nodded, “Are you okay?”

“Sure, just gonna sit here for the foreseeable future,” You shrugged slackly, feeling the alcohol in your system. “Do you mind company?” You shook your head while it hung in your hands. He sat next to you.

“You seem bored,” Boba said calmly.

You scoffed, “What was your first indication?”

“Why didn’t you go with Fennec?”

”I regret,” you said laconically, your head spinning in circles. He passed you a bottle of water. You took it without wondering too much about why he had it. Gulping the water down, you caught him watching you keenly. You ignored his stare. “Thanks for the water,” you slurred.

“It’s nothing.”

“What brings you to my rescue?”

He hmmmed in amusement. “Just saw you out here with that bottle.” You laughed, regretting the action as you did. “Wish I woulda saved you some. I really wish.”

“I’m sure there’s more. Perhaps you will leave at least one glass’ worth next time.”

“If I try to have a next time, smack it out of my hands,” you commented dryly.

“Do you want help to your rooms?”

You considered. It’d be nice to lay down, but it was so, so far. “I dunno if I can make it,” you said honestly.

“Do you want me to take you there?”

You didn’t know exactly what he meant, but found yourself saying yes. Suddenly you felt your body moving. You realized he had scooped you up into his arms. You looked at him, shocked. He smiled slightly. Too drunk, you laid your head on his shoulder.

***

You woke up with a pounding headache. You cracked one eye open, barely. You saw a glass of water and a bottle of pain killers. You smiled shyly. You gratefully swallowed down some medicine, and sank back down into bed, waiting for it to work. After about 30 minutes, you slowly got up. You were wobbly on your feet, but felt amazingly better compared to when you’d woken up.

You checked the time; it was 11PM. You changed clothes and went to find Fennec. You two usually had spotchka and a chat a session. You would not be partaking in the spotchka, but the conversation still interested you.

***

“There you are,” Fennec commented, looking up.

“I accidentally got sloshed earlier.”

She gave an easy laugh, “Boba mentioned you found some Tychonian wine and didn’t share.”


You winced. “Yeah, well I learned my lesson. How was Bestine?”

“Fine. Boring in fact. Just errand running.”

“Sounds incredible compared to what I subjected myself to.”

She laughed again. “Well next time, come with me. I’ll check with you before I go.” You smiled your thanks.

“We’re going to be reopening the pleasure floor in awhile. Only for ‘esteemed guests’ of Fett, of course.”

You looked at her, stunned. She shook her head. “No slaves. Paid dancers and musicians. Want to help run it? I don’t have time.” You nodded your assent. She dove into details. You tried to keep up with your addled mind.

***

Tor had ended up with managing the musicians, and you had the dancers. You were teamed up for your first joint meeting. “It’ll be great to work so closely together,” Tor said abruptly while you were going over pay rates.

“Sure,” you tried to continue. He scooted his chair closer to you. You were not going to tolerate this. You changed seats so you were now sitting across from him. He settled down and the meeting continued.

***

The meeting ended, you had bolted from the room, nearly bowling over a droid. You slowed your pace to a more dignified one and went to your meeting with the dancers you’d just hired that day. The orientation would be taken care of by a droid, but you wanted them to meet you on their first day. You wanted to be approachable. You smiled and laughed with them for a bit, then let the droid lead them on. Exhausted, you sat back in a chair. You thought about the store rooms and the wine. This time, you’d share your find with someone. You headed to the same room where you’d struck gold last time.

It didn’t take much effort to come up with an expensive brand of fire whiskey. It smelled like lighting a match across the room would ignite it. You smiled to yourself, an image of Boba flitting across your mind. You frowned, furrowing your brow. You initially had thoughts of sharing it with Fennec. It was still what you were going to do. You stuffed it under your armpit and walked out, knocking dust off yourself as you left.

You followed the corridor to the deck where you and Fennec drank together. You were definitely early, but that didn’t bother you. The two glasses clinked as you put them down. You poured yourself three fingers and sniffed it again. You felt like it was going to melt your face. You took an experimental sip. You sputtered, but got it down. You continued to sip, acclimating.

You heard voices and turned. It was Boba and Tor. Your heart leapt at Boba and your stomach dropped at seeing Tor. You were surprised they were having a tete a tete. Boba noticed you watching them and nodded at you. You smiled broadly. Tor made eye contact and smiled in a way you didn’t like. You turned back to your bottle, soured.

The suns started to set. You smiled, dusk was coming and that meant Fennec would be stopping by soon. You heard a noise and turned. The smile died on your lips. It was Tor. He was smoking something. He sat down next to you, uninvited. “Want some?” He inhaled and held it.

You eyed him. “Nah.”

“C’mon don’t be a square.”

You shook your head, “I’m already drinking.”

“What’re you doing out here, by yourself? It’s a shame.”

You ignored his presumptive gaze. “Waiting for Fennec. She’ll be along soon.”

“Well, until then I have you all to myself.” You pursed your lips, but said nothing. “It’s pretty romantic out here,” Tor leaned towards you. You shifted away from him, “Not really. It’s quite dusty and one of the suns is in my eyes.”

“Well scoot over here, the sun isn’t in my eyes. Just you.”

You rolled your eyes and stayed seated. “Why haven’t we gotten together yet?” He forged ahead.

You opened your mouth to insult him. Fennec appeared. You sighed in relief and motioned her over.

“What do we have going on here, guys?” Fennec settled in next to you.

”I was just romancing Y/N here,” Tor winked at you.

“It wasn’t going well,” You shot back.

Fennec laughed at Tor and lifted her glass in toast to you. You clinked your glass against hers. “Now what do you have there, Tor?”

“Just a spliff,” he offered it to her. She accepted and took a hit, passing it to you. You passed it back to Tor without partaking. You were not going to be forced to humor him. He licked his lips but said nothing. The three of you sat there, drinking and Tor smoking. Finally Fennec turned it into a business meeting and asked you both for status updates. You left early, annoyed with Tor’s intrusion. You stumbled through the hallways, aiming for bed. You turned a corner and nearly ran into Boba. “Sorry!” You exclaimed, overcorrecting into the wall. Your forehead smacked onto it. You took a step back, hands going to your wound. “Awh, fuck,” you half laughed, “you always seem to catch me in compromising situations.”

He hmmd at you. “You alright?”

“Yes, I’ll be... I’ll be fine... just going to bed.” You wandered off, embarrassed despite your level of intoxication. Boba followed you at a distance and watched you safely enter your room.

***

You watched the dancers work. It was the first night the club was officially open. The day had been particularly hectic. You were trying not to be, but you were stressed. You made eye contact with a bar tender, who waved you over.

“You look pressed; drink this,” he handed you a finger’s worth of something. You drank it down, then looked at the empty glass. “What was that?” You asked belated. He laughed, “Top shelf fire whiskey. Only the best for you, love. Now relax a bit. Everything is going fine.” You couldn’t argue that right now. You sat on a bar stool and nodded. He headed off to help a guest. You drummed your fingers on the bar-top, watching the night unfold. As the night grew later, the lighting grew dimmer and the guests wilder. Some had to be cut off.

You lazily looked around, pleased with everything. Suddenly you saw Fett, in his armor. He was speaking with some Twi’lek at a corner table. Fennec was at his side. You watched, wondering what would bring him to this level. He had expressed his mixed feelings regarding reopening it in the first place. You turned back to the bar and waved someone over. You asked for a bottle of spotcha and a glass. You leaned back and poured yourself a tall one, ready to relax.

Tor appeared at your side. You audibly groaned, but it was lost in the music. He offered you something smoking again. You turned to look at him, “And this is?”

”Just a spliff.”

You considered. It might be nice to have a hit or two to celebrate a good evening. You took the spliff from him and toked on it. Handing it back, you blew the smoke out of the side of your mouth, making eye contact with him. “Thanks,” you said. He gave you a weird smile and wandered off. You watched him, brow furrowed. Then you turned back to your drink and forgot about him.

After awhile, you started to feel strange. You did feel high, but you also felt something else. Heat was rapidly pooling in your nether regions. Your breath started to hitch. You looked around, pussy getting wet. You had to get out of public. A pair of eyes from across the room watched you as you took off.

You slipped out an entrance for the dancers and into their dressing room. You forced a smile at the few that were back there, and kept going. You snuck out the back into an empty corridor. You leaned against the wall, almost panting. You tried to focus on the sensation of cold seeping into your body from the stone. It didn’t work.

The door slid open again. It was Tor. You groaned to yourself; what a time to run into this asshole. He grabbed you by the chin and pulled your face to his, kissing you. By the time you had responded to that, he was already petting you through your pants. Revolted, you spit in his mouth and pushed him away. His touch had sparked a fire in you, and you doubled over, moaning.

“What the fuck was that for?” He asked.

“What the fuck, number one. Number two, what the fuck was in that shit you gave me?”

He smirked, “A Zeltron specialty.”

The pleasure planet? You punched him in the face, and spit on him again. “How dare you do that to me, without consent?” You screamed at him.

“Relax! It only lasts for 1 - 2 hours, and as long as you have a partner, it’s a great ride.” He reached for you. You shoved him as hard as you could, and he fell backwards, tripping over himself. You used the opportunity to walk back through the door you’d just exited. You made sure to stomp on him as you did.

Panicked, you jogged through the locker room back into the club. You’d just leave the main way now, but you hoped to do so without encountering anyone. Your pussy clutched around nothing, and you bit back a moan. You bypassed a couple dancers and droids who looked like they were going to talk to you. You were almost at the entrance when you encountered the Twi’lek party. They were departing for the evening. You got sucked in. As you walked through the exit, a hand grabbed you.

You turned around, baring your teeth in anger. You met Fett’s helmet. Your look turned to confusion. Embarrassed, you turned around to compose yourself. Then, you slowed your walk to allow him to step beside you. “Hate to be whoever you thought I was,” he intoned, amused.

“Tor,” you spat out.

“Well that’s an HR issue,” he commented dryly.

You tried to compose yourself. Tor wouldn’t get the best of you. “He’s just such a jackass, you know?”

Boba turned to you. You became aware of your pulsating pussy. “He is, sort of,” he admitted, in a quieter tone only for the two of you, pulling you nearer him by your forearm. You snorted, despite yourself. You let him pull you closer, enticed by your predicament. Your breathing was like you were walking up a steep hill. You tried to level it out before anyone noticed your chest heaving. Boba turned from you to give his farewells. You stood there, not sure if you were dismissed and in agony. Your felt your arousal oozing out of your pussy. “Will you walk with me?” Boba asked, turning back to you. You nodded, doomed.

He took your forearm again and led you away from the departing Twi’lek. You sighed audibly. “You okay?” He asked. “Yup!” You responded awkwardly. He released your arm. Your pussy clutched as you wondered how big his cock was and what it would feel like for him to slide into you. You walked silently imagining. “Are you listening?” Boba nudged you.

“Huh? No, sorry.” Your eyes flicked to your reflection in his visor. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing important, just who those idiots were,” he gestured behind him. You bit your lip as you felt the fabric of your dress rubbing against your nipples. What would his tongue feel like on them? You moaned softly as your pussy clutched again.

“Huh?”

“Oh, n-nothing.” You imagined him biting your throat.

He turned to dip into a doorway and you followed him. You watched as he removed his helmet. His eyes met yours. “That’s better.” You stared at him, mouth slightly ajar. You realized and closed it awkwardly. He pulled his gauntlets off and set them aside. “You sure you’re okay?” You watched him remove his cuirass and turn towards you. You saw your hand reach out to touch his chest. “What—?” He looked at you, questioningly.

You found yourself kissing him. Two strong hands grabbed you by the shoulders. He pulled you back to look at you. Your pupils were dilated in lust and your chest was heaving. You wondered aloud how big his cock was. Your eyes widened, but he said, “You wanna see?” You nodded, relieved. You started to pull at his clothing.

“Here?” He said laughingly. You pussy clutched and you moaned. You pushed your body flush against his and tried to kiss him again. His lips met yours. You moaned into his mouth and jumped into his arms. He kissed you feverishly. You were surprised by his fervor. He turned and set you on a table. Then he started to undo his pants. You pulled at your maxi dress, trying to get it up to your hips. He assisted you eagerly. His lips were roughly on yours again. You moaned and spread your legs obscenely. His hands roamed your body, gripping and squeezing your curves. You made an overwhelmed noise and licked his face. He responded by sweeping you into a hungry kiss. He greedily pulled your dress out of the way and you felt him at your entrance. “Oh Maker, please, Boba,” you panted. He pulled your ass towards him, impaling you on his cock. You cried out as his tip stretched you out. He stopped and pulled out, then pushed back in.

“Oh please, please, Boba,” you shamelessly continued to pant. You licked his tongue and kissed him passionately. He grabbed you by the throat and fucked up into you, grunting as he did. You instantly came, pulsing and calling his name repeatedly. He groaned, surprised at the intensity. He started to fuck your pussy as you came and called out. “Hn, gonna cum,” he pulled out, replacing himself with three fingers.“No, no, no,” you prayed at him. He plunged back into you, grunting.

“Fuck me like an animal,” you pleaded. He bit you savagely, pulling out. He flipped you over and pulled your dress up, revealing your ass and pussy. “Please, please,” you spread your legs, up on your tippy toes. You felt him circle your pussy’s entrance. “Boba, please,” you begged. He slammed into you, grunting. “Oh please, please,” you continued to beg. He pulled out and slammed back into you, setting a brutal pace. You keened, taking his cock. “Boba, please, fuck me, oh fuck me,” you panted, cumming on his thick cock. He grunted, “Gonna cum.” He pulled out again.

“No no no no,” you called. He plunged back into you again, calling out your name. “Yes yes yes, Boba yes,” you trilled. He fucked you desperately, panting and making all kinds of noises. “I wanna feel you cum in my pussy, oh please, please cum in me,” your pussy clamped down on him as you breathed your plea. He stilled, deep in your pussy, grunting and panting. You felt his cock spasming, “Yes yes yes, Boba yes.” You did a kegel, making him grunt again. “Fuck, oh fuck,” he breathed. He pulled out of you and slapped your ass cheeks. You moaned. “Please, more, more.”

“More? You want.. more?” He sounded husky, low. His tongue entered your pussy as his thumb found your clit. He moaned into you, making you call out, “Oh, Maker, please Boba please!” He continued his ministrations into your spasming pussy. He added three fingers, fucking you furiously. You came on his fingers, going limp and whispering his name. The pleasure you were experiencing was unparalleled. Your dream lover was fucking you senseless. And you couldn’t stop cumming on whatever he stuck in you.

He pulled away from you. You called out and looked behind you, making frantic eye contact with Boba. He returned your gaze, level. His cock appeared at your entrance. “Oh yes, Oh Maker, please fuck me.”

“What do you want?” His voice was low, husky, strained.

“Fuck my hole, Boba, please let me cum on you,” you panted, crying. He started to fuck you, grunting and groaning as he did. In several minutes he grunted, desperate above you. Your pussy clamped down on him, pulsing. He stilled deep in you, calling out your name. Finally exhausted, you started crying intermittenly. He pulled out and turned you around, pulling you into his strong embrace.

”Tell me what to do,” he said. “Nothing,” you snuggled into him. “I’m perfect, don’t mind my crying. It just means that I’m happy.” You continued to weep softly. He smiled into your hair and kissed you. The two of you rested for a moment, then he asked, “What brought this on?” You laughed, embarrassed. But then you said the truth, “It’s been coming to you for awhile.”

“I’ve been waiting for awhile.” You looked up, surprised. “Really? Me that much?”

“Of course. I thought I was making myself clear. I only want you.” You exhaled, surprised at his statement as well as his honesty. “How come?” He smiled slightly, “Give yourself more credit.” You snuggled into him, sniffling. “Me too,” you admitted. “I mean, I only want you too.” He kissed your forehead. After another moment, you broke apart to readjust your clothing.


“Will you come with me to my rooms?” He asked softly. You smiled and nodded, looping your arm through his. As the two of you took off, you turned to him, “You ever hear of Zeltronian spliffs?”

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[volleyball-dontknowher]

Daichi’s first time with an experienced S/O

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: NSFW but like the sweet kind

Style: Headcanons-ish

A/N: I promise I am slowly trucking along on these requests o_O I wrote two today because I missed yesterday, please enjoy bb’s 

\Daichi had no problem with you already having experience, he thought that you were perfect and was happier that you told him instead of lying, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t worry that somehow he was going to mess it up or be worse than your ex even though Daichi knows that you are completely loyal and love him with your whole heart 

It takes a lot of makeout sessions before Daichi will even get handsy so it takes a whole before you actually do anything more Daichi is super receptive to any feedback you give him so when he sees that you are enjoying, or not enjoying something he keeps track of it all as he quickly learns the ins and outs of your body, he loves how you let out little gasps when he kisses the sweet spot on your neck, or how your hands grip his shirt when his fingers hit the perfect spot inside of you, he is intoxicated by you and the pleasure you give him and share with him 

Before the actual time you and Daichi had done other things before, you gave him a blowjob first and it was so incredibly mindblowing that Daichi didn’t ever think that he could compare with that level of pleasure, but eventually decided to give it a try and had you screaming his name as he ate you out, flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit with such ease it was hardly believable it was his first time

That was a happy and comfortable spot in your relationship but now the two of you were ready to take it a step further, Daichi had been thinking about how your first night together was going to go in his head for a while but one night it just felt right 

You had gone out for a nice dinner as a celebration for one of his accomplishments and the entire night he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, you looked stunning and every time you made eye contact his heart fluttered

You finished dinner together before going back to your apartment and drinking a glass of wine together at your kitchen table just smiling at each other as you doted over how him and told him how proud you were of him, Daichi couldn’t sit there and only listen, instead, he showered you with compliments right back, smiling at you as his heart filled with love

Daich simile at you for a long time before grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom, he was terrified but knew that he wanted to please you in the most intimate way possible because on this night he decided that you were going to be his wife

As he lead you to the bed Daichi could feel his heart pounding in anticipation as the anxiety within him grew, he was about to stop the whole thing when you squeezed his hand and cupped his face with your other hand, “Daichi,” you started, getting a little choked up, “I love you with my whole heart, if you aren’t ready to do this I do not want to force you” 

Daichi swears he could feel you suck all of the worries out of him with every word you spoke, he hadn’t realized that he was holding his breath until you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and wrapped your arms around his broad chest, his body instantly softening under your touch

“Y/n, love, I’m sure I want to do this,” he mumbles while pressing little kisses to your neck and guiding your body back into the bedroom as he lays you down on the bed and begins pressing the softest kisses to your lips as your hands roamed up and down his back 

As the kisses got more passionate so did your hands, and one by one your clothes were removed until you were both lying there in nothing more than your underwear. You could tell this had Daichi stressed by the way his hands avoided your most intimate parts and his eyes avoided your gaze, and once again you cupped his face, “Daichi, hey, are you okay?” you whisper, hoping he can feel the love in your words, you cared for him a lot and knew that this was a big deal for the both of you. It was your first time together and you both wanted everything to go well, you had to be confident outwardly but internally you were worried as well. You had a lot of thoughts about how this could change your relationship and how much you wanted to keep him by your side forever. Lucky for you, his eyes softened as he snuck a glance into your eyes

“I just, I don’t know Y/n,” he sighed,”I don’t want to disappoint you, or not please you or make you uncomfortable or be weird or-” 

“Daichi Sawamura I love you and nothing is going to change that babe so please stop worrying, I love you for you, not for how you are in bed, you squeeze his face a little bit as you give him a cheeky smile that makes him smile right back at you, this time his smile was genuine instead of worried and anxious.

You two continued your foreplay with some light fingering before Diahci slipped on a condom and slowly sank into you causing you both to let out deep moans as you clawed at his back for stability. You took a moment to catch your breath before Daichi slowly pulled out and pushed himself back into you as he let out praises of your name. His thrusts were slow and controlled as he tried to keep himself from finishing sooner than you. 

On a particularly deep thrust you moaned out Daichi’s name as a chant and he had to stop for a moment to not finish right there, that was the sexiest thing he had ever heard from you and knowing that it was because of him made it even better

Determined to hear you moan his name again Daichi sped up his pace in order to start getting friction between the two of you

You couldn’t help but let out long whines as Daichi increased his pace, and began letting out deep moans of his own you wrapped your legs around his waist as you felt your orgasm approaching

Your moans turned into long needy whines as Daichi hit every spot within you perfectly. Before you knew it you were coming around his length letting out little cries of pleasure. Daichi slowed his pace as he felt your velvet walls squeeze him in in the absolute best ways, you pressed sweet kisses to Daichi’s neck as he chased his own release, it only took a minute before Daichi pulled out and came, panting and moaning as he looked into your eyes, completely in love with the woman below him 

Daichi sat there panting for a moment, overwhelmed with what had just happened before he went silent and just stared at you 

“I love you Y/n Y/L/N,” Daichi finally says after a moment. 

“ I love you too,” you reply instantly. No words were needed to describe how amazing all of that had been, the two of you had chemisty that was sparked so perfectly between the two of you, it was perfect in every way and it only made the bond between the two of you grow stronger. 

You climb out of bed to get Daichi a glass of water and a wet washcloth in order to wipe both him and yourself off but he was never far behind you when you went to grab a  glass of water he reached in front of you and got it for you, watching as you both finished your glasses in seconds, watching you do aftercare and taking care of the both of you, Daichi promised that this would be the last time you ever had to move after sex like that, he watched in awe and learned what you liked and what you didn’t so that he could be the one taking care of you next time 

After you were done washing your face and getting ready for bed Daichi picked you up and carried you bridal style to the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead as he laid you down and wrapped his large arms around your little body completely in love with everything about you 

You ended up falling asleep like that, but Daichi couldn’t sleep he was still stuck replaying the events of tonight as well as mentally listing all of the reasons you would be his perfect wife

The worries that had been holding him back had completely flown out the window as he was you smiling in your sleep as you wrapped your hand around his arm

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[cadens-dream-journal]

Red Lights

Uzui x Sanemi’s Tsugoku Reader

Uzui’s a flirt, but it’s not like he means it. Right?

Mostly gender neutral but they do take the place of a “girl” in the red light district

Cross posted on Ao3 (sequel will be Ao3 only)

(1,584 words)

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“Why the hell is he here?” You stared Sanemi down, he’d recently taken you on as his Tsugoku.

Sanemi rolled his eyes at you before gesturing to your crow. “Probably got the same orders as us. Red Light district is his specialty after all.” You grunted and sat down next to the tea table the wisteria houses owners set up. Now at least you knew why you’d gotten sucked into this damn mission.

Sanemi finally got fed up with your attitude and Uzui’s smug grin, “What’s the plan Uzui?”

“They’re going to get dressed up and you’re going to try and sell them to one of the houses on the list I gave you earlier. Once they’re in I’ll pose as a customer, it shouldn’t take too long for the demon to show up after that. They have a type.” He slid his eyes over to you and you suppressed the heat gathering in your cheeks.

“What is that? Bastards?” You quipped. Sanemi rolled his eyes.

Uzui leaned forward, “No he doesn’t really care about the clients, just the pretty face of the girls.”

You snorted, “You definitely chose the wrong person for this mission then.”

Sanemi let out an agrivated sigh, “Too fuckin bad then. You’re here because it’s a high level mission. We can spare any more lower ranks to this.” If Sanemi said it was final, it was final. No more complaints allowed.

Why did you respect him again?

You dressed yourself easily and efficiently, but Uzui insisted on doing your makeup though. A simple stained lip, rosy cheeks, and charcoal to line your eyes. Sanemi gave you a mirror and it was kind of odd to see yourself looking so… nice. You ignored Uzui’s snarky remark about if you were sure you were still the wrong person for the job. He was just annoying you on purpose.

Sanemi held out his elbow and you latched onto it, these shoes were higher than you were used to and you needed the support. He guided you to the first of the houses and they talked about your skills. Good at housework—you prefered it to the Kakushi’s help, trained in basic medical aid—Sanemi wouldn’t survive with out you at the rate he rips himself open, and orderly—okay maybe you were a bit of a control freak with how you liked things to be set up.

They’d taken him up on his offer immediately. The Matron led you through the house to a room. “This is where you’ll sleep if you don’t have a client, the other lower girls sleep in here too so be prepared for that. Tomorrow I’ll teach you proper etiquette for serving a guest, then you’ll see to your first client. Today you’ll help around the house, the other girls may be able to give you a tip or two.” You just nodded and followed along. You couldn’t sense anything inside the house, so you’d keep your gaurd up, but try not to stand out.

The day was slow going, but eventually you were sent off to bed. You laid down to rest and slipped into the light sleep most slayers experienced. You woke up early the next morning and prepared yourself before the matron arrived.

“Oh how wonderful! Such good habits!” She praised you as she checked over your work, “Well balanced makeup, perfect posture, goodness I really got a deal with you dear. Come along, we’re going to teach you in the kitchen so we can work on cooking as well as practice.” God you hated this already.

After an exhausting day of training and cooking you were sent to bed again. Why the hell did you have to do this mission. It was worse than Sanemi’s training sessions. You fell asleep after just a few moments.

When you woke up you once again got ready. The matron arrived and led you to a small room where several girls sat and waited for customers. Just, sitting and looking pretty, what a waste. Soon enough an annoyingly tall figure walked into the building. Uzui was almost unrecognizable besides his height.

You could hear one of the girls whispering to another, “I feel sorry for the poor girl who gets stuck with him. Hopefully he doesn’t want any special performances.” You tried not to let their comments get to you, knowing he was just doing this all for the mission. You couldn’t hear him talking with the owners, but he was quickly led to a room and the matron case to get you.

“I want you to do your best today. He’s paid for a simple performance, he says he’s lonely and just wants a pretty thing to talk to. If he asks for more it’s up to you, I’d prefer if he paid, but you set your price, dear,” She fussed over your hair one more time. A sad look crossed her face, “Be careful. I’ve lost a lot of girls, these men, some of them are animals, taking a girl they can’t have and slaughtering her and himself. Just, be careful. I don’t want to lose anymore girls unless they’re going off to marry, you hear me.” She was crying by the end of her rambling. She wiped her face and patted your shoulder once more before letting you enter the room.

Uzui was relaxed, sitting at a low table. He smiled at you and you started your performance. The demon wouldn’t show up unless it was done properly, until Uzui—the customer— got handsy. This was going to be a nightmare.

Uzui was a great actor oddly enough, he played the part of a lonely bachelor with ease. Asking about you and your interests as well as making up a story about his own that you knew wasn’t entirely true. “Why don’t you come sit with me?” You listened despite the annoyance welling inside you. You sat next to him, enough distance to be modest, playing the part of a shy inexperienced girl. You could feel your skin crawl as something moved inside the ceiling.

He pulled you into his side and whispered into your ear, “Your sword is in that bag I brought, Sanemi will bring mine in as soon as I open the window. You can sense it too right?” You could feel your cheeks heat up as you nodded. He pulled you closer, almost into his lap. From here you’d be able to reach his bag and grab your sword.

“What a cuuuuute couple you two make~” The raspy voice that echoed through the room was revolting. It was enjoying this far too much for a normal demon. You attempted to look like you were hiding in Uzui’s chest, and reached for the hilt of your sword.

It was a good thing you didn’t care for a gaurd. You pulled the weapon out and sliced through the spike aiming for Uzui’s head. The demon hissed and Uzui moved to the window, he grabbed his own weapon and the two of you tried your best to keep the damage to a minimum. Neither of your breath styles was really tailored for that, but you had to try.

One of the spikes managed to catch your neck, slicing through it and leaving a burning sensation. Uzui grunted as one punctured through his shoulder. It only took a few more minutes for Uzui to finally find the demons weak point and slice off its head.

You sat down and held your head. You could feel heat surging through your body. No fucking wonder this demon chose the Red Light district despite its grotesque looks. It had an aphrodisiac affect on humans.

“Shit,” Uzui grabbed a cloth from the table and pressed it against your neck, “You alright? You’re not focusing your breathing.” You weren’t? Fuck your head was throbbing. Why did this have to happen. “I could try and help you through this, or we can try and sneak you out. I know they aren’t great options, but they don’t expect us to leave until tomorrow anyway.

He was offering to have sex with you even when he doesn’t actually like you. He had three wives, he only flirted with you on these types of missions, why would he be serious. “I’m not letting you fuck me just because you threw a few pretty words, you don’t even like me. I don’t plan on giving myself away to someone who doesn’t plan to marry me. I’d rather wait this shit out—” You cut off as your head spun.

Uzui’s face twisted and he grabbed your shoulders and made you look at him, “You think I’m fucking around? I kept flirting to see if you were even interested. If you’d ever shown anything, but pissy bitch I’d have proposed as flashily as possible. If you want to be my fiancé I’d be really damn thrilled.” Wow. Tonight was going a lot differently than you’d expected.

“Okay.” Why wouldn’t you? You like him, apparently he liked you, three hot co-wives, and you were already to exhausted to think of any negatives.

He grinned at you and kissed your forehead, “Stay here. I’ll tell the matron we were attacked. I’ll also tell her I plan on whisking you away, I’ll also pay your debts away. We kinda destroyed the room so I don’t think Oyakata-Sama will complain about it.” You nodded dazed as he left the room and tried to focus on breathing, you had a wound to heal after all.

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[bakugouscentedcaramel]

🍋Filthy HCs💋

Y'all wanted it

So imma provide

Also sorry about the absence, I've just been overly stressed with work and I haven't really had the time to sit down and actually write

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Warnings: Val's randomly sinful smutty HCS

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Bakugou

Grunter

100% animalistic once he really gets going

Wants to try bondage but knows he'll just rip them off of you, but him on the other hand get ready

Is a Switch and will fight for power so if you're going to Dom him you have to be have your head in the game

Definitely has a Prince Albert and loves it when you tease around it

Will force you to beg for him until you can't take it anymore

Definitely has a breeding kink paired with a dirty talking kink

Will mark what is rightfully his

When he's close expect singed sheets

Midoriya

Moaner

Poor baby is still flustered at the thought of you being nude

You have to do most of the work for him which he loves and also hates

Will occasionally Dom if you get him riled up enough

Quickest way to get him worked up is to rub every part of him BUT his cock or his nipples, this boy is a sucker for teasing

But when he Dom's he's ruthless

Noise kink, so hes going to try to get you going as much as you got him going

Power bottoms occasionally

Todoroki

Gasper

The true definition of a switch

Will wait for you to make the first move so he can either sub or dom if needed

Sensual until his lust gets a firm grip on his senses

All it really takes is one of your mewls to send him into a lust filled frenzy or tracing his koi tattoos on his hip bones

The ravenous lover™

Into temperature play obviously but is also especially weak for lingerie

Will always cum on you just to see how insanely hot you look panting with his seed on you

When he comes undone his fingertips turn frosty/steamy

Shinsou

Groaner

Is mainly a softer Dom but will occasionally sub

Into bondage, edging, marking, and petplay

His favorite thing is when he's sitting down and you're sucking him off on all fours with his hand gently coaxing you to change your pace

Scratch him and he'll let out the most gravelly sexy moan

One of those "if you do it to me I'll do it to you 100 times over" types of doms

He's not going to go overboard with anything though

Meaning he will just stop suddenly and claim you were getting "too into it" and you "need a break"

Just show him how much you need him and he'll fuck you into the matress

He'll use his quirk on you only after months of you asking for it and a guarantee way for you to snap out of it if you choose to, he's all about that consent

Kirishima

Groaner/Moaner

Obviously a praise kink (both ways), body worship, and a dirty talk kink

Lives to take you to paradise every single time, Dom or sub

If you haven't cum at least 3 times he isn't doing a good enough job

Not that he doesn't do a good job, he knows your body like the back of his hand and can work you with ease

Has a Frenum piercing and will use it to tease your clit with no remorse

Very handsy and bitey

You'll always end up with a neck filled with hickies

When he's close he clenches his jaw until his quirk causes his body to have hardened patches

Iida

Breathless groans/choked gasps

He's a stubborn switch so you have to initiate a lot of the sexy times, mainly because he's overly cautious

Get him going and you've got him hooked, line and sinker

Gentle but strong thrusts

Will 100% comply if you want it faster/slower

Uniform kink, clothed sex, stockings

One of his favorite things is bending you over a desk and just ramming into you

Take off his glasses for him and he'll go full on pedal to the metal

Will kiss you everywhere the entire time

Denki

Grunter/Porn Star Moaner

Mega switch

Definitely will send little static shocks through his partner

He's the "I'll try everything once" type and doesn't really have a set kink set, that he knows of

Will try shit he learned in porn, it's either gold or shit, please tell him which

He's a huge coy tease, the whole "what I didn't do anything" smirking type

Has a Kings Crown piercing

Non-jokingly refers to his cock as a Lightning Rod

Has a high libido so buckle up

Sero

Groaner

Pure definition of a switch, only Dom's/subs when the mood, or you, call for it

Bondage, edging, marking, pinning, all both ways

Wants to try a lot of the karma sutra but is too nervous to bring it up

He's a closeted romantic so expect a lot of soft courting followed by soft sexy times

Huge fan of Kinbaku but again, too shy to bring it up

Gets love drunk when he's turned on

Turns into a power bottom when he really gets going

Toshinori

Groaner/Gasper

Soft Switch, when he doms he's the most gentle and considerate dom

He's pretty much down for anything, but his ultimate favorites are praise, role-play, and sensation play on both ends

He tends to try to stay in his All Might form but it's extremely taxing on him

Eventually shifts to only doing the deed in his normal self, a little praise goes miles for this heart of gold

Typical Beauty and the Beast type

Aizawa

Huffer/Grunter

Mainly a Dom but you get the rare sub blue moons

Serious™ Dom

Dirty talk, sensory play, bondage, and orgasm play are his go-to's

Those "Well you asked for it, you better be ready" types

Will go 0-100 in an instant and back to 0 like nothing happened

Loves the noises you make whenever he does even the slightest action

His favorite thing is when he comes home and you're just laying on the bed

Hawks

Groans/Chuckled Moans

Switch boi

He's like a mixture between Denki and Kiri, he's a cocky fuckboy but he lives for his s/o

He's down for mostly anything, he's just sensitive about his wings being restricted

He's a sucker for domestic stuff so hit him with that blowjob while the dinner's still cooking and he'll be weak

When he gets flustered his feathers slightly puff out

When he's close expect his wings to slightly beat

His favorite thing after is of course the aftercare, cue him wrapping you up in his warm comforting wings and just laying down talking about seemingly insignificant things

Dabi

Grunts/Purrs

Dom, secretly a switch if you can handle him

Bondage, temperature play, edging, dirty talk, creampie, and overstimulation are all wrapped up inside this living furnace

Expect some fast, hard, rough sex

Savor the slow, soft, gentle sex, when he's in that rare mood

He's a huge tease and will flat out finger you in public one second and turn around and ask where you want to eat

Lives for your reactions

When he's truly whipped for you expect some faux-reluctant pillow talk with him playing with your hair

Shigaraki

Raspy groans

Dom leaning switch

Doesn't really know what he's into because he hasn't really given it much thought

He's a control freak so expect him to try to dictate what happens a lot, unless you can shut him up that is

Teach him the ways of the horizontal tango because he only knows the bare basics

When he does get the hang of things expect some rough yet slower sessions

Uses it as an outlet for his emotions, even comes up with new missions and plans randomly during the do

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #denki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #dabi x reader #toshinori lemon #toshinori x reader #dabi lemon #shigaraki lemon #denki lemon #kirishima lemon #kirishima x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki lemon #iida x reader #iida lemon #shinsou lemon #shinsou x reader #aizawa lemon #aizawa x reader #hawks lemon #hawks x reader #sero x reader #sero lemon

[pikachu78109]

Galar Kissing Headcanons

More Galar characters, more Galar headcanons! Since we have been introduced to Bede and Marnie, I figured that I should add them into this headcanon. I will also add in other characters too, like Bea, Nessa, and Sonia. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

-Victor (male protagonist)

-Victor does not usually give kisses to his s/o. If anything, kissing would be downplayed to being just a peck on the cheek. Nothing too passionate, I mean he’s just a kid. His knowledge on the art of kissing mostly is kept minimal. He would much rather hug you instead, seeing that he prefers that kind of affection over lip contact. Victor isn’t a cold lover; he is just inexperienced. His s/o would make the first move by kissing him on the cheek before planting a gentle kiss on the lips afterwards. It’s sweet and no tongue is involved. Your kisses would leave Victor blushing for awhile and would instantly put him in a good mood.

-Gloria (female protagonist)

-For our beloved Scottish Trainer, Gloria would take a tsundere approach when asking for a kiss. Sometimes her asking would come off as brash, though her intentions deep down are from a good place. Gloria does not exactly know how to express romantic thoughts in a way that is comprehended positively. If anything, it does agitate her that she cannot ask for a simple kiss straight up with a gentle tone. As for her s/o, you do see Gloria’s good intentions and reward her with a kiss on the cheek (like with Victor). If the tables were reversed and if it was Gloria kissing you, her kisses would be rough and uncoordinated. Despite that, Gloria will feel calm and be put in a good mood afterwards.

-Hop

-By trying to be just as good as a romantic partner like his brother, Hop tries way too hard when wanting to kiss you. At first, he attempts to flirt with you in order to make you blush. His flirtations are pretty weak and corny though, but that just makes him all the more lovable! Again, like with Victor and Gloria, Hop will kiss your cheek and sometimes kiss your forehead. If Hop feels a bit daring, he might kiss your lips innocently by brushing his lips against yours. To be honest, Hop finds it hard to kiss you because his brother keeps messing up his funky flow (that is a Steven Universe reference). But whenever you two are alone, Hop will seize the moment and pepper your face with his sweet kisses and adorkable flirting.

-Bede

-Like with Gloria, Bede presents himself as a bit of a tsundere type. He isn’t much of a kisser, but God if the sight of your face doesn’t swell his heart with joy, then he might as well punch himself in the face. Bede would consider himself to be a gentleman in his own way. He tries to act all princely by kissing your hand, giving you the classic kiss from old movies that has stolen the hearts of many. You do like that Bede tries to step out of his comfort zone to kiss you differently, but you don’t force him to. Instead, you would return the favor by kissing his hand as well, which leads Bede to melt into a stuttering blushing mess. He will, of course, ask for permission first before kissing your lips. During this, his face will be as red as a Tamato berry and you would happily oblige! Bede usually gives a quick peck on the lips and turns away, thus hiding his adorable blushing smile.

-Marnie

-This punk goth chick has quite a soft spot for their s/o. Despite putting on an almost stoic personality, Marnie absolutely adores being around you and spending time with you. When she isn’t being followed by Team Yell, she would hang out with you and try to find a secluded area where you two would have some privacy. Unlike the other rivals, Marnie is actually bold and would kiss your entire face from your forehead to your cheeks and then your lips. There’s nothing too wild about Marnie’s way of kissing you. She would get a bit embarrassed for kissing you like that, but you don’t mind. You’re just happy see that she enjoys being around you and it’s the same for you. In return, you would also kiss Marnie’s cheeks, forehead, and her lips to show that you love her no matter what.

-Allister

-As a shy cinnamon roll, Allister is too nervous to ask for a kiss. Still, that does not mean that the spook boy doesn’t at least try. The first few times are pretty nerve wracking for him, but the standard kiss on the cheek is his go to thing. Allister is very innocent, perhaps the most innocent out of everyone here, and he makes sure that you are comfortable first before he kisses you. This would mean he will ask every time he wants to kiss you. Kissing your lips was difficult for Allister, because each attempt he makes fails with him breaking down in to a stuttering mess. Understanding Allister’s efforts, you have the patience of a saint and reward him regardless with an endless supply of butterfly kisses on his face. Very rarely does Allister remove his mask, but he makes an exception for you because he wants to feel your soft, gentle (almost ghost like) lips on his.

((Okay, from here on out, these headcanons will contain a bit more maturity since these are adults. Nothing too major and nothing that goes too deep into the NSFW category though))

-Sonia

-Sonia would have to be the most flirtatious woman in all of Galar. Despite being very knowledgeable and sweet, Sonia hides a passionate side to her that she only reveals to you. Kissing becomes more than just a peck on the cheek. How about kisses all over your body? Sonia likes to feel you all over and would plant small, ticklish kisses on your chest, shoulder, neck, collarbone, etc. You would return the favor by doing the same thing, only you happen to be quite better at it. Sonia would want more and would steal a kiss from you. French kissing is the most common kissing method that Sonia prefers, because she enjoys seeing your blushing face as you try to keep your composure. However, more than once, you have turned the tables and have caused Sonia to blush like crazy when you are dominant over her. With Sonia, kissing you is like a roller coaster, because she loves the rush and thrill whenever you oblige to spend a certain amount of time alone with her.

-Bea

-Bea doesn’t typically kiss you much, because she isn’t the romantic type. She’s rather focused on training and toughening herself and her team up for the next Gym Challenge match. Still, that isn’t to say that she does not mind when you ask to kiss her. Yeah, this time around, you ask for permission. Bea would normally respond by kissing you later, but sometimes a little convincing is needed. Despite trying to be collected and put together, Bea can’t help whenever you hug her from behind. Your adorable begging gets her every time and, eventually, both of you end up on the floor holding each other tightly. Like I said, Bea is not the romantic type so you are doing the most work while kissing her. First, you would balance her on your body while your lips are connected and then you would move your hands down to hold her waist. Bea is absolutely obedient during the entire session and she does her part too. She’ll tug at your clothes and would moan softly in delight as you gently rub her thighs. The kissing session is a lot more awkward for Bea, but if it’s to please you both, then she does not mind at all.

-Nessa

-Unlike Sonia and Bea, Nessa is really shy when it comes to kissing you. Her shyness isn’t that of Allister’s but more like a happy yet flustered lover. Nessa will take time out of her schedule to spend a few minutes being indulged by you. To top it all off, both of you are shy about wanting to kiss each other. It does start off slow before it heats up with both of you grinding into each other. Nessa likes it when you mess with her hair and occasionally nibble her ear lobe. She gets excited and will do her part by putting her hands on your chest, feeling you all over. Her wet lips comes into contact with your warm skin as she kisses your collarbone and down your chest further. Both of you will be hot and flustered once you are done, but hey, just jump in the water and cool yourselves off! Or continue in the water if you haven’t had enough ;)

-Milo

-Oh, Milo. Such an angel. Kissing him is the equivalent of Heaven and it makes him so very happy that you want him to kiss you. Milo is probably the most affectionate man in Galar for how he treats his Pokémon and his s/o. His hugs are warm and cuddly, his compliments are sweet, and his kisses are just amazing. The man loves holding you while kissing you. Though he doesn’t try to do anything too intimate, you encourage him to try. At first, he’s clumsy but soon he will get comfortable and do his best to please you. Very commonly, Milo will have you on his lap and will support you by holding your waist. He adores how you look down at him with your e/c eyes peering through his. You do move your head down so he can kiss your lips and from there, it’s all cutesy and innocently intimate. Milo doesn’t try to get you to moan, but you are a bit more passionate and do kiss his sweet spot (his neck) and that does make him moan and giggle a bit. Milo happens to be ticklish, but keeps his composure while showering you with love.

-Leon

-Finally, the man himself! To cut straight to the point, Leon is very passionate kisser. You know Leon’s preferred kissing method, which is the French kiss, and how handsy he can get. However, Leon does retain his gentlemanly charm and will ask constantly if you are comfortable or if you need a break. During the kissing session, Leon knows where to kiss you. Neck, collarbone, chest, you name it. His kisses are like sweet poison, you instantly melt in his arms. If you want to make him melt, your efforts are a bit flimsy to say the least. You do kiss his neck, which does garner a moan from the Champ, and sometimes you would touch his chest to make him excited and turned him on. Although you try, Leon still has the upper hand on you and continues to prove it by kissing you so much that you become absolutely submissive. There are moments where Leon does break away so that you two can take a break. After all, Leon wants to make sure that you are doing okay and that he isn’t making you uncomfortable. Once everything dies down a bit, Leon will change his usual kissing style to something more gentle and soft. It’s very interesting and fun whenever Leon kisses you because you never know what to expect.

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[brianc521]

Mendes Recording Co. | Lights On

He can’t help himself, she’s dressed in those ripped blue jeans and suddenly she’s got this glow?  It’s why he’s been a little more playful, a little more handsy, and why he almost kissed when she arrived at the studio this morning.

She had brought him a coffee, giggling about the joke the barista had written on her lid, and then smiling brightly up at him he started to lean in a little. She didn’t pull away, and leaned just that much closer, if anything she parted her lips, eyes widening in excitement.

But her phone started ringing from her desk, making the couple jump apart, both gasping since the room felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of it.

He’s laughing at the way she keeps messing up what she’s writing, teasing her by scooting a little closer every time she leans down to write.

“Stop!” She hits his shoulder, laughing as he throws his head back.

“I’m not doing anything,”

“You’re distracting me,” She whines, pushing her bottom lip out in an adorable pout that could bring him to his knees if she used it correctly.

“Oh no, how should you fix that?” He leans closer, eyes focusing on her lips, then flicking to her eyes.

She inhales sharply, licking her lips, watching as Shawn watches, his eyes dilating.

“Okay?” He leans closer, his breath now fanning her face.

“Mhm,” She hums, relaxing when his nose brushes hers.

Shawn’s about to take the last step, press his lips to hers, but the door to the studio opens, James walking through and banging his guitar case into the wall on accident.

“Sorry!” He calls out.

Shawn sighs, head dropping a bit, forehead leaning against hers as she giggles softly.

She stands and takes a deep breath as she walks to the front of the studio to greet James.

“Hey!” Her cheeks are flushed from Shawn’s attention, and her brain feels all out of sorts.

“Sorry!” James says again, as he looks at the wall making sure he didn’t put a whole through it.

“You’re fine,” She smiles, waving him to the booth. “Think Shawn’s ready for you.”

Shawn quickly catches her hand before she hits him from her wave.

“Oh!” She yelps, not realizing that he was right behind her. “Sorry,” She mumbles.

“You’re fine,” He says lowly, voice in her ear making her melt.

“Are we recording today?” James asks with a bright smile, pulling Shawn back to reality.

“Yeah, I think we’re ready,” He nods.

“Let me know if you need anything, I have a few calls to make and emails to return.” She says, back now to Shawn’s front, his hand on her hip.

James heads into the booth, not noticing the growing chemistry between the other two.

“Mkay,” Shawn hums, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll let you know when we’re done,”

She nods, and the goosebumps rise when his presence leaves. She looks over her shoulder, watching him walk out, and blushing hard when he winks at her, biting his lip.

“Fuck,” She brings her hands to her face once the door to the booth closes.

**

The door opens and she looks up from her computer where she was responding to John Mayer about hopefully having some new talent to grace his radio station.

James walks in, all smiles and pink cheeks.

“How was it?” She asks, hands still on her keyboard, eyes on him.

“Amazing, we actually recorded the song, and Shawn’s talking an EP, radio time, everything!”

She nods, “I’m so excited to see where you go.”

“Thanks so much Y/n, you’ve been so helpful through this process, I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, now go celebrate!” She shoos him out of the building, grinning at his buzzing self leaving.

She looks back to her computer, eyebrows furrowed in confusion since Shawn hasn’t come to tell her how recording went.

She brushes it off to him working. She goes back to that too, typing out the rest of her email and sending it off before answering a call about Niall’s interview schedule, to which she directed them to Niall’s new manager.

She stands, ready to start cleaning up for close, softly singing ‘Slow Hands’. When she steps into the booth Shawn notices from his office. She’s singing just loud enough that he can hear her if he turns the mic on.

She’s tidying up the room, bending over to fix the rugs, and when she stands back up, flipping her hair over her shoulder he’s up out of his seat, over being interrupted and having to wait.

He walks in the room, a man on a mission, and she looks up in surprise as he stalks towards her. He reaches out, taking her face into his hands, finally pressing his lips to hers.

She moans, causing his eyes to roll back into his head at the sound. Her hands grip the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer as their lips move in sync, his tongue cautiously dipping into her mouth, and then dominating as she seems to melt into him.

His hands are holding her face, fingertips in her hair, right hand sliding into her locks, pulling down just enough to expose her neck, his lips taking the chance to tour the new territory.

“Shawn,” Shawn breathes, eyes shut, back arching, pushing her chest into him.

“God you smell amazing,” He groans, kissing back up to her mouth. “Why did we wait to do this?”

“Because you’re stupid,” She mumbles, yelping lightly when he lifts her up, making her legs wrap around his torso.

“Not anymore,” He shakes his head, setting her on the piano, hands fumbling with the buttons of her shirt.

**

She’s slowly starting to fall asleep on his chest, her lashes fluttering every time she attempts to wake herself up.

“Go to sleep,” He whispers against her forehead, planting a kiss there.

She nods, holding him tighter as she tangles her legs with his, the small throw couch blanket barely big enough to cover them, but with them wrapped around each other it fits just enough.

Shawn lays there, holding his girl, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what just happened.

It was mind blowing, but the thing he didn’t think about  before was how this might affect their work relationship.

Would this put the business in jeopardy, would he lose her as a business partner?

All these unknown questions haunt him as she wraps herself around hims tighter, pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest.

**

She wakes the next morning, alone.

She sits up abruptly, looking around, confused as to how she ended up on the couch, wrapped in the blanket. She grabs her shirt and pants, pulling them on clumsily, looking up when Shawn walks into the room.

“Um,” She starts, looking at how he’s in new clothing, showered and hair done.

“Morning,” He nodded, walking past her to his office.

She stares at him as he walks past. What the fuck?

“Shawn?” She asks.

“I called Niall and asked him to come in a re record ‘This Town’, he’ll be here in an hour, so if you want to go home an change I’m okay with that,” Shawn doesn’t look at her as he speaks.

She scoffs, picking up her shoes and storming out of the booth, swiping her purse on her way out the door.

Shawn watches as she walks out with a deep scowl on her face.

He sighs, slumping into his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.

He knows she doesn’t understand what he’s trying to do, he’s just trying to keep work and personal life separate, and while that’s mixing because she’s now become both, he’s still attempting the separate part.

He knew he needed to tell her before she left, and he planned on it, he just didn’t plan on her storming out of the studio.

**

“What do you mean you fucked up?” Her sister asks, while she sits in her car in her apartment parking garage.

“We fucked last night,” She sighs, cringing.

“What?”

“Yeah, like we’ve been flirting since I was hired, and he finally made a move that lead to a lot of other moves,” She explains.

“Was it good?”

“Oh my god don’t ask that question!” She yelps at her sister.

“I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong!”

“He regrets it,” She whispers, lump in her throat growing, tears stinging her eyes.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I woke up alone on the couch when I fell asleep on his chest on the floor. He had obviously been home while I was asleep, so who’s to say he even stayed at all. And he told me I should go home and change before our first session starts in an hour,”

Her sister gasps, shocked any man would act that way.

“I fucked up so bad, because I love my job, and this just ruined that. How am I supposed to face him after last night, especially if he regrets it.”

“Honey I think you need to take a moment to yourself.”

“Me too,” She sighs, getting out of her car and going to her apartment.

“Take the day to find yourself and make a game plan okay, I have to go pick up Blake from school, but text me if you need too.”

“Okay,” She sighs, unlocking her door and making her way inside.

**

Niall is setting up his guitar and adjusting the mic stand as Shawn paces the office, worried about her.

She never returned back to the studio, and she hasn’t answered his text.

He pulls his phone out and calls her, and on the last ring she answers.

“Yes?” Her voice is rough and scratchy.

“Hey,” He says softly, turning away from the window, alluding to some sort of privacy. “What happened?”

She scoffs for the second time that day before taking a deep breath. “I need to stay home today, I need a personal day,”

Shawn’s heart clenches, “What happened?” He asks again.

“I just have a lot to think about.”

His shoulder slump. “I wanted to talk to you,” He whispers.

“There’s no need, I got the picture,”

Shawn’s about to protest when he’s met with the dial tone, telling him; she hung up.

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[aspiring-dm]

Three-Headed Puppy Is Back On His Bullshit

So, some of you may have read my previous post about Paolo Manchado, the Cerberus from a game of Monsterhearts I’m playing in.  The game has mostly just been me playing and the GM torturing me with the awful choices I impose on myself.  Paolo has ended up being one of my favorite characters to play due to the deep, painful, emotional trauma I experience while portraying this innocent monster.  This post is going to be a more in-depth look at the first three sessions I’ve played with him.

So in session one, we’re off to a somewhat slow start that many powered by the apocalypse games experience where the GM is frustrated trying to figure out what the player(s) want to do and the player(s) are frustrated trying to figure out what they’re supposed to do.  I’ve never been a fan of any games that take place inside a school because the act of roleplaying the menial act of going to classes bores me sooo much (I was in many free text role plays on supercheats and figment that had this problem).  

Paolo is a Cerberus.  In particular, THE Cerberus “gave birth” to him, a phrase which here means he woke up in Unity, New Hampshire, knowing he was Paolo Manchado, son of Cerberus, put here on earth to ensure that the beings of light and dark remain in their place.  That goal makes up every fiber of his being the same way blood and bones make up you and me.  He gets very frustrated because humans keep trying to get him to feel human and he keeps telling them “I am incapable of feeling the same way you do about life, relationships, and purpose.  Not I DON’T feel the same way, not I WON’T.  I CAN’T.”

So we started off in a classroom, and then there was a car crash outside.  The car had crashed into nothing, so Paolo was searching around for invisible creatures, visiting her in the hospital, gazing into the abyss, trying to find answers but nothing was really going anywhere.  

Then he encounters Ronan, who directs him at Elijah, who he’s apparently trying to avoid.  Paolo could smell death on Elijah and chased him under a bridge, demanding to know what he was.  Turns out, he’s basically a zombie.  

Elijah’s backstory is that he was seduced by Ronan, who took him back to his cabin, starting making out, started getting handsy, started getting knifey, and then sacrificed Elijah in a dark ritual.  Elijah came back, though, now in undead form, with some dark violent tendencies he can’t control.

Paolo lets Elijah go and goes to track down Ronan, the true problem here.  Specifically, Paolo’s not concerned with the mere existence of zombies or warlocks in his town, just when they start interfering with mortal lives, which Ronan had willfully done.  After talking a bit to Elijah’s ex, Hero, Paolo manages to track down Ronan’s house.  They traded lots of high philosophy arguments that I forget most of, which mostly amounted to Paolo demanding that Ronan not hurt anybody else and Ronan shrugging and going “What can you do?  Gotta break a few eggs.”  Ronan is frustrating and clearly Neutral Evil.  His alignment doesn’t concern Paolo, though, only his risk factor of exposing the dark side of the world.

So Paolo leaves.  By the way, having been born without parents, or money, or a social security number, Paolo’s only possessions are the clothes on his back.  As such, he lives in an abandoned boxcar, like the Boxcar Children.  This is important to note because when he gets back there, Elijah is waiting, depressed.  They talk a lot about Elijah’s issues with being dead, his personality defects both before and after dying, his relationship issues, etc.  Then they both went to sleep together.  Before you ask, yes, there were gay vibes, but that’ll just make it worse later.

That night, Paolo discovered he had the ability to enter a sort of mindscape, which was essentially Elijah’s Metaverse Palace where there was a courtroom where he played judge, jury, defendant, prosecutor, and defense.  The people on the stand were all the people Elijah had fallen in love with telling the judge Elijah how quickly he’d fallen in love with them and what he did that drove them away.

Then Paolo discovered the ability to interact with these mind-Elijahs, and took the stand before taking the role of one of the attorneys.  Thus began a long and emotional and philosophical monologue by Paolo trying to help Elijah learn how to control his emotions, how to not love to eagerly, and especially not to love people like Ronan.  See, Elijah was still in love with Ronan, even though Ronan had only used him for the sacrifice (Ronan’s mind had also gotten pulled into this Palace).  A little bit of progress was made here.  

This was about the end of session 1 I think.

Later, Paolo went to Ronan.  He’d at some point looked into Ronan’s emotions (because these are powers a Cerberus has for some reason) and learned that Ronan was obsessed with being remembered for his “scientific” achievements.  So, Paolo went to Ronan and said “I am the only creature of my kind in the entire world.  Maybe you can put your... creative energies into studying me, rather than murdering people.”  Paolo is not confident in Ronan’s agreement having a lasting effect, but as long as it’s working he’s not complaining.

That night, Hero came to Paolo’s boxcar saying that Elijah needed help.  Paolo was apprehensive at first, because it’s not really his job to help in general, but when it came to his attention that Elijah was attacking someone he agreed to follow her.

Elijah’s dark side had given him a need to be feared, and was hitting a guy’s car with a baseball bat, with the guy inside the car.  Paolo transformed in front of Hero (his eyes turn black, his hands grow bone claws and fur, and his teeth sharpen) and tried to threaten Elijah down at first, but that didn’t work, so he then convinced Elijah to come back to the boxcar and talk.

Elijah, defeated, came to the boxcar and began smashing the door with his fist repeatedly, droning and punching.  Paolo had asked this before, but he asked it again, what did Elijah want.  Elijah’s answer was always the same: he either wanted to go back to the way things were before he died, or be able to move on and die.

Paolo thinks very hard, and very conflicted.  He and Elijah had become close friends over the course of these two sessions, but Elijah’s worsening condition made him a threat to the balance between worlds Paolo was sworn to protect.  Paolo asked this wanting an instruction on what he could do.  While he knew his purpose, he was very directionless on how to achieve it.  

Paolo asked Ronan if he could reverse Elijah’s curse, but Ronan’s experiments to look into such a task would be both risky and time-consuming.  Time Paolo might not have.

So, while Elijah slept in Paolo’s boxcar, Paolo stared at his confused and broken friend and made a horrible decision.  He set about the gruesome work of chewing Elijah’s head off.  He didn’t bother trying to clean the boxcar- he knew the police would find it.  He simply buried the head in the snow, left the body in the car (in case they could reconnect somehow), and wandered off into the woods.  He stopped in the cemetery where he made his new home.  The next day, on Hero’s birthday, he told her what he had done.  It broke her more than it broke him, to say the least.

While Elijah had been alive, he’d asked Paolo what kinds of girls he was into.  Quote, “What about Jessie Lynn?... She’s cute...”  After Elijah died, somehow the words stuck with Paolo.  He’d gotten very close to Elijah very fast and it ended very badly.  Paolo just wanted somebody he could be friends with and take very slowly, without needing to deal with the whole monster thing.  So he started talking to Jessie Lynn, who played a sort of Magic the Gathering Parallel that Paolo likes because Cerberus is one of the cards in it.  And they started being friends, and that’s where session 2 ended.

AND THEN THE BULLSHIT BEGAN.  Oh, you think murdering your zombie son who you wanted to teach how to love but whose psychological illness made him a danger to himself and to society so you ATE THROUGH HIS NECK was pretty raw and emotional?  Well session 3′s the game that made me feel actual anger and cry actual tears.  This is the game where Jonah starts yelling at NPCs at 1 AM and waking up his parents.

By the way, here and there have been some interactions with Jupiter, a ghost in Paolo’s class, but she doesn’t bother him too much cause she’s not very active and can never remember anything anyway.

Fast forward three weeks, Paolo and Jessi Lynn have been getting along pretty well, nothing super serious has happened except for all the student life trauma of finding out your classmate was mysteriously murdered, police had questions, etc.

Paolo gets back to his graveyard he’s been sleeping in, because that’s his life now, and he finds Hero lying under his tree.  Who knows how she keeps finding where he sleeps.  Anyway, she looks up at him and she’s a vampire now and says she needs his help and Paolo and Jonah both go “Welp.  This’ll end badly.”  She starts telling him about how she’s been on a drinking binge since Elijah’s death and she met this vampire and she asked him to turn him because he said she could see Elijah again, and she takes Paolo to the body of someone she killed.  Paolo at this point is honestly not very conflicted.  The vampire who turned her would only be a problem if she hadn’t literally asked to be turned, but Paolo still wanted to identify the guy so he could be aware of vampires in his town.

As for Hero, he sent her to Jessie Lynn’s house (the girls were both good friends) and tried to find out anything he could about the vampire, but to no avail.  He went back to Jessie Lynn’s house to check up on her when he heard a scream, ran into the room to find Hero feeding on Jessie Lynn.  Already Paolo is panicking because if Hero’s gonna have Elijah-like impulses, it won’t be good.  Paolo tries talking, he tries pulling her off, he tries hugging her, he tries playing wounded puppy dog, but I ROLLED SIX FAILURES IN A ROW during this whole segment, giving me two level-ups within ten minutes.  AND THEN I DIED cuz Hero ripped my throat out.  Luckily I had just taken a move last session that meant I never stayed dead, so a few hours later Paolo wakes up propped against the dresser, Jessie Lynn lying on the floor with a damp towel against her neck.

Paolo is thinking, one, okay this is weird, but of course since I’m the child of the guardian of the underworld, they’d just send me back.  Two, gotta make sure Jessie Lynn is okay, yep she’ll be fine despite the big hole in her neck.  Three, gotta find Hero.  Eventually Paolo finds her in a crawl space on the staircase and get her to talk to him, reassuring her that rumors of his death were greatly exaggerated.  

Then Jessie Lynn wakes up and Paolo keeps Hero hidden in the crawl space until there’s and opportunity for her to get away, and he tells Hero that if she can’t get into her own house (due to needing an invitation) he’s recently been sleeping near Ronan’s cabin in the woods, which no one lives in.  Jessie doesn’t remember much about the attack, and Paolo struggles to find a good lie, but luckily “I don’t know” seemed to work well enough.  While Paolo’s wounds have vanished, his clothes are still coated in his blood (which right now we’re going to pretend Jessie thought was her blood), and she offered to let him borrow some of her dad’s clothes while she washed those.  So the fanfiction begins, and then while Jessie is making tea and dinner Hero runs out the door.

Fanfiction continues, a moment where Jessie reaches for Paolo’s mug and he thinks she’s going for his hand so he reflexively takes her hand awkwardly.  Then of course they end up sharing the same bed, and then the smutty stuff began.

I’ve been portraying Paolo as semi-aromantic?  Not exactly fitting that label, the main idea being that as he is a Cerberus, he doesn’t experience the same range of emotions that humans do, but he does still possess a human-ish body with sexual urges.  I think it’s possible he’s capable of romantic love, but so far such a thing couldn’t happen with any creature from this world.

So anyways, after a somewhat awkward first time for both of them, Paolo basically confesses as much as he can about himself without outright telling Jessie monsters exist.  He tries to explain that if she had known the parts he can’t tell her about they might not have happened like this, but she doesn’t seem concerned about it at all.

So onward from there, Paolo heads out the next morning to the cabin to find Hero’s broken into it and slept on the bed.  Paolo scrounges up some clothes for her and gives her his hoodie hoping it’ll be enough to protect her from the sun, but it’s not enough.  Also we later retconned, because the fanfic nature of this game demanded it, and decided that Paolo made no attempt not to watch her change and Hero made no attempt not to be watched changing, which may or may not be relevant in future sessions, idk.  They decide they’ll have to wait til nightfall, and Paolo leaves for school.

Now, Paolo has never not worn his hoodie anywhere.  Given as its one of the only things he owns, he doesn’t really take it off much.  But in this case, he’s forgotten to get it back from Hero, exposing the snake tattoos on his back (there are many snakes, all of their heads coming to the back of his neck while the tails slide down his back and curl around his upper arms).  Several students were curious about them.  Things during the day with Jessie were about the same, except she kept giving Paolo playful looks of “I know what your dick looks like.”

Paolo spends that day trying to get Jupiter to not walk through walls and then spends some time with Jessie before returning to the cabin.  Having discovered that his blood sates Hero’s hunger and also he can’t die even if she overfeeds, he decides to become her personal blood bank to keep her from attacking people.

Then the two of them go shopping to get her some clothes that don’t look like they were made for a lumberjack twice her size.  She immediately gets into the vampire look, with the black, and the fishnets, and yadda yadda.  She also gets Paolo a black leather jacket, to which his response was “I already have a jacket though... I wear it everyday.”  She also insists he pick something out, so he gets a pair of fingerless gloves, which apparently Elijah also wore and Hero gets quiet for a moment.

Paolo then takes Hero home and invites her into her own house before her dad comes downstairs and grounds her.  Paolo returns to the cabin.  Previously he’d been sleeping outside under a tree because he didn’t expect Ronan would appreciate him breaking in, but now that Hero’s already broken a window and now that Paolo’s experienced what a real bed feels like, he decides to go in and sleep on the bed.

So, Saturday, Paolo and Jessie meet up and they decide to go help Hero (who at this point, I believe Jessie thinks she was sexually assaulted based on the vague approximations of what Paolo’s told her) and spend time with her while she’s grounded.  Paolo knows that grounding is a punishment given by parents to their children, but he’s unclear on what exactly that means, so he spends a little while just trying to find a roundabout way of getting Hero to say what grounding is without him directly asking.

Hero’s got garbage bags up on all the windows, saying she sunburns super easily now.  Jessie goes into another room to try to find something more permanent, leaving Hero and Paolo to FUCKING discuss the fact that Paolo hasn’t told Jessie Hero’s a vampire, or what he is.  This is the part where I started feeling Paolo’s anger and frustration, because they get into an argument and then Jessie enters the room and Hero goes “Hey, I’m a vampire, and it’s his job to kill me!”  Paolo tries to play it off like a joke, and then Hero shows Jessie her fangs.  Paolo, in his anger, just shuts down for a moment, goes to close the door, and slumps down in front of it, now trying to process in his head if this information is going to leave this room, or if he has to repeat what he did with Elijah with the girl he slept with and also Elijah 2.0.  Jessie runs out another door in the room, Paolo makes no attempt to stop her and angrily starts yelling at Hero about his job and how her actions were totally reckless, if Jessie tells anyone there will be panic on both sides of the divide and basically a war would just break out.  Hero’s trying to act like it’s not that bad and Paolo’s not having any of it, and he’s trying not to bring up the fact that it’s very possible he has to KILL both of them now.

So he leaves and tracks down Jessie hiding in the hollow of a tree.  Some notes about Paolo’s role play, his voice is always very ineffectual and emotionless, he often hums three times while trying to think about things he doesn’t find super serious.  In this moment, though, he angrily stands outside this tree and demands Jessie talk to him.  She tries to leave multiple times during this conversation, but he keeps stopping her.  Says “Guess now I have to tell you.”  He explains everything about Elijah being dead and Hero being a vampire and his job to make sure normal humans never find out about it.  Looking back, he never actually said anything about what he is, just his job.  And then he gets to truth of what happened to Elijah and he says “It seems manipulative to tell you this!  It feels like a threat, and there’s no way to get around it being a threat!” And he tells her that he killed Elijah.  Then she leaves, and he just stands there.  In his mind, he’s making a gamble.  He’s gonna hope Jessie doesn’t tell anyone, and if she does... well, he can start killing people later.  For now he just wants to feel like he’s accomplishing something, so he goes back to help Hero with her window situation.

Hero and Paolo have a long argument containing many typical elements of Paolo arguments, such as “it won’t be that bad if people find out,” and “you can choose your own destiny” vs. “I literally cannot I am not a human.”  Somewhere in here I started crying actual tears as Paolo’s defeated by the world.  He wants so badly to not have to kill anybody and he’s remembering how awful it was with Elijah when he failed him.  

Hero leaves the house for a bit, and when she comes back Paolo is still standing in the middle of the room.  He’s so lost on what he should do he can’t even figure out if he should go anywhere or move at all.  The first time she tries to comfort him, he turns away from her, in his mind the current situation is her fault to begin with.  The next few times he shows no sign of accepting or resisting.  She hugs him, makes him sit on the bed, makes him lie on the bed, and plays with his hair after calming him down a little.  She tries to get him to stop thinking for a bit, which only happens when she starts humming a song, but beyond that his mind is racing.  She falls asleep and Paolo assumes she expected him to, but his version of sleep is actually consciously gazing into the abyss, so his options are either think while conscious in this world, or think while conscious in the abyss.  The abyss is the more informative and intimidating of the options, so he just stays awake until she wakes up again.

That’s where we are now.  Fucking three sessions and Paolo’s already broken.  Oh: right after sleeping with Jessie he took the move Loyal, so Jessie’s basically his master.  ALSO, though, Jessie hates him now and wants nothing to do with him, so unfortunate timing on that.  *shrug*

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Different Kisses with Bobby / Jiwon

Thank you so much for your request! I’m not the most knowledgeable on Jiwon, but I do love his smiles so darn much! Let’s get into talking about his kisses though, shall we?

Kissing Jiwon is the biggest form of connection for him. He loves nothing more than being pressed against you showering you in his affections.

First kiss:

Jiwon had planned your first kiss. Much like the way he attempted to plan every detail of confessing to you, he wanted your first kiss to go well. He wanted it to be something you remembered and a small part of him wanted it to be a story you could tell to the grandkids, you know, because he had kind of imagined that far ahead with you already.

But to get it to be the perfect story, he actually had to make it happen. Although he’d gone over it all day long, when he picked you up for your date that evening, he was nervous and it showed with how shy he became. It’s stupid because he’s not sure why he’s acting shy around someone who he’s been getting closer to but he can’t help but feel himself grow flustered just at the mere thought of placing his lips on yours. And after enduring this internal hell from trying to keep himself together and get through the date all night long, he’s finally stuttering about something, he just doesn’t know what and next minute he’s tripped over and stumbled into you.

You blink and ask if he’s okay but of course, he isn’t – this isn’t part of the plan. Now that he’s in your arms though he’s not exactly moving away, instead, he simply brushes your hair away from your face and leans in to kiss you softly. It’s slow and lingering, his lips moving languidly as he tastes you for the first time.

And whilst it wasn’t exactly how he planned it to be; now with the magical experience of kissing you, he still feels it’ll be a great story to tell those grandkids now. “And I literally stumbled right into my first kiss with your Grandmother.”

Public kisses:

Regardless of where you are, Jiwon is going to be affectionate with you. So being out in public isn’t going to stop him from burying himself into you, nuzzling at your neck as you wait in line to buy tickets for the movies or kissing your cheek as you walk together. He is the type to let his affections flow for you freely, uncaring of who is watching you both. Because they aren’t apart of your relationship, only you are, and making sure you feel all of his love at any given time during the day or night is his top priority.

Plus, he’s rather incessant when it comes to holding you so it’s not like Jiwon can exactly wait to be behind closed doors. He spends enough time away from you with his line of work; he’s going to take advantage of all the time he can hold you!

Private kisses:

Of course, because he’s not holding back on loving on you out in public, it’s not a huge change when it’s just the two of you either. The only difference is the clothing choices, or more pointedly, the lack of clothing. Being at home is comfortable with Jiwon and he doesn’t bother getting dressed completely if he doesn’t have to. And admittedly, there is nothing sexier to him than seeing you in one of his tees or hoodies with panties or little shorts on around the home. Just knowing you’re both comfortable doing your own thing makes him so happy, often holding coming over to you to run his hands up and down your waist as he kisses you slowly. In fact, he’s not the type to kiss you in a peck, making effort to ensure every kiss you receive on your lips is well delivered. He loves the little contented sigh you instinctively do as soon as his lips are off yours and the dreamy expression that matches his own.

If it’s not obvious at all by now, he’s really into cuddles and will do so all day every day if you let him. Being able to wrap himself around you and keep him all for himself is the biggest joy Jiwon can have, whispering how good you feel against him, and how much he loves you often. It’s not always sensual; you are literally like his comfort blanket, even if you’re the one who feels blanketed in his warmth and love. If he could carry you around with him everywhere he goes, he wouldn’t even hesitate to do so. Kissing when cuddling is softly placed all over your upper body wherever he can reach, it’s slow and purposeful. Sometimes he grazes his teeth along your skin too, liking when you arch lightly within his embrace. And because he’s generally shirtless, your hands are usually resting on his chest or torso, kissing him just as softly as he is you, smiling as he hums in appreciation or lifts your head up so he can gaze into your eyes. He has no time to play many games with you at home because that would mean letting you out of his arms, and he’s definitely against that. Definitely not against tickling you though so watch out, some of these hugs will definitely have you wriggling about that can head very spicy quickly too if you’re in his lap. He started it, so he can deal with the consequences, right?

Jiwon is handsy and if he isn’t completing a task alone that uses his hands, then they’re usually wandering over you. Not always in a sensual way but to constantly be connected with you in some way. When you’re sitting at the table working together, him on composing and you on your own tasks, his spare hand is always resting on your thigh, squeezing you gently now and then as he scratches away words and hums out his tune.

Though life is still pretty light with Jiwon, he is talkative and engaging, always insisting on making you laugh with his bad jokes and cheesy lines. He also likes to suddenly attack you in kisses until he has you giggling and running away from him, letting you have your fun before the chase is on and he’s capturing you and your lips back against him in a sweet embrace. And sure, like I said above that he loves you in his clothes or barely anything at all, cough, he will openly orchestrate that you wear matching couple clothing even if you don’t have anywhere to go, becoming so darn happy that you match on the outside as much as your love does on the inside that he’ll be so affectionate and loving towards you that you don’t even mind how ridiculous you both look.

Making out:

Jiwon is naturally sensual with you at most parts of the day, so making out isn’t as frequent as others I write for, not at least making out that has you writhing in his arms anyway. Sure you kiss a lot and he takes your breath away so often it should be illegal, but there is a significant difference between your daily kissing sessions and making out with him. He becomes the biggest tease, eyeing you up and licking at his lips before caressing your hips in his hands and leaning in to kiss you with the lightest of kisses. He takes his time to build you both up, mostly because he knows if he rushes it, he’ll have no self-control and the fun will be over. He works hard to work you up though, teasing you with his hands by running them over your sensitive spots, making you shudder and want more from him. His lips also tease you, lots of licking and sucking involved before blowing over your wet skin to make you more excited and press into him. If you were standing when this all started, he’ll definitely have you up against a wall now, groaning in your ear as his nibbles on your lobe and asking you breathily if you want more. Of course, you do but you can only nod or squeak out something unintelligible, his thigh coming in to rest between your legs and pressing into you as he’s kissing you on your lips, battling with your tongue soon after. He’s too turned on now for this to slow back down and it’s off to someplace more comfortable for him to continue pleasuring you, his teasing ways only just warming up with these kisses. You’re definitely in for a treat now.

Morning kisses:

Waking up is an experience with Jiwon to see what position you’ve finally rested in because as much as he loves being all over you when awake, in his dreams he often buries into you and uses you as his pillow. It’s comfortable even if you initially thought it was awkward to offer up body parts for him to rest upon. You both normally wake up to an alarm so it’s not often that you get to watch the other sleep in the mornings but it’s definitely nice watching his eyes flutter open, the short confused expression crossing his face as he deciphers where he is, before the sun is literally shining on the inside of your bedroom, his smile wide and uncontrolled as he reaches to kiss the first place he can of your body, making his way up slowly to your lips. And with a husky morning greeting from him, you are now a complete gooey mess; there is no better wake up call than that. If you don’t have to move, there’s a lot of cuddling, entangling your legs and talking softly, kissing his shoulder and Jiwon kissing your forehead every so often. Otherwise, you’re up and out of bed, his hands barely letting you move towards the dresser for clothes before he’s right up behind you, kissing along your neck and back hugging you tightly with a sigh of happiness.

How you have survived this beautiful start for the day all this time, I don’t think even you know, but it definitely sets you up for the rest of your day.

Making up:

Jiwon gets nervous fighting with you. He knows he has a temper when it comes to arguments but for some reason, he doesn’t often let it loose on you, which only leaves him feeling anxious that things are unsettled between you. The odd times he’s gotten truly mad is over situations that happened when he was away and you didn’t tell him, feeling hurt that you tried to protect yourself when he sees that as his job. But again, the anger wasn’t really at you but at himself for not being there when you needed him. All the same, if you do end up arguing over something, he won’t leave the situation alone until it’s resolved, he doesn’t like to leave things open-ended.

So when you’ve finally come to the conclusion that works for you both, he’s so relieved to finally take you in his arms. He didn’t realise how tense he got when arguing that now with you against him he feels exhausted, holding you loosely and leaning into you. Kisses are gentle and shorter than usual, mostly because he’s just so tired from the anxiety of fighting with you.

Flustered kisses:

Even after all this time together and no matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless or smile at you so much that it reaches right up into his eyes, you still become flustered over Jiwon at times. This isn’t lost on him and whenever he catches the rise of a shy blush on your face he breaks out into the goofiest grin ever, feeling so happy to be the reason you’re blushing. He’ll tease you for it, of course, he does but it’s not long before he’s kissing you tenderly, whispering how often he cannot believe you’re his either.

Kiss it better kisses:

Jiwon is naturally clumsy. And they say that you pick up on habits of people around you through mimicking but this was one trait you didn’t expect to adopt. You were certain you weren’t all that clumsy as a child but now there’s always little bumps and bruises that you cannot remember getting. And Jiwon isn’t much better himself. So together it seems you’re always caring for one another and cradling injuries. The best part though is you both get each other now. Before when he was just clumsy on his own, well you would giggle and wonder how he could be so foolish to make a mistake like that. And sure, you still giggle if it’s not a major incident but you definitely get it. So kissing it better comes naturally, making sure to pucker up all your healing power and place it over the affected area, along with some tidy bandaging of course.

Gym kisses:

As someone who takes his health and body shape seriously, Jiwon wants the same for the body, mind and spirit that belongs to his s/o. At first, you weren’t so keen, sweating in front of Jiwon (except within the sheets) just didn’t appeal to you and whilst you had no problems watching him work out, you weren’t so keen to start doing it yourself. So he made it into a bit of a date, asking you watch him every time you’d have time to join him at the gym, smiling at you in between reps, coming over to grab his bottle of water that he asked you to hold and kiss you on the cheek or the top of your head, running his hand over you before stepping back off. All this made your chest palpitate with how intimate it felt. Soon you felt an urge to join him in working out, Jiwon grinning from ear to ear at you joining him. Of course, he almost died from this experience, you were so used to watching him but he wasn’t prepared for how sexy it was to him to see you using the cross trainer or taking a brisk walk on a treadmill. He was breathing heavily that day and it honestly took him a lot of self-control to keep his lips to himself, murmuring at you how much you were working him up. He sure didn’t need to use any cardio equipment that day.

Now though, you’re both into a routine of working on your own programs, stealing smiles and kisses in between your exercise, sometimes sneaking into the shower room together since they were unisex and kissing endlessly whilst cleaning one another (you’ve both almost gone further, but you have refrained from shower sex at the gym so far), wrapped up in each other as you go to the juice counter and order drinks before heading out together, completely loved up from all those feel-good endorphins running around inside you both. Going to the gym has really shaped your world physically and you never knew you could have so much with your boyfriend whilst lifting weights before. Definitely a bit of a gym junkie now, that’s for sure!

Studio kisses:

Your opinion matters most to Jiwon in all parts of his life. So it’s not uncommon for him to text you to come to the studio to hear what he’s working on, especially if you had helped him at home with any of his drafting of songs. He’ll watch you as you listen intently, closing your eyes as if that helps you feel it down into your soul, your head and feet gently moving to the beat. He’s so entranced with you that he’s forgotten all about his new song or how nervous he is over if it’s good or not. Sometimes he can’t wait until your eyes open again, moving his chair closer to yours and kissing you passionately, your lips flinching only for a second from his approach before you’re kissing him back, a greater sense of emotion embedded within your lips on his. And when he’s out of air he’ll finally pull back, asking you what you truly think. Of course, sometimes you forget and need to hear it again because he just kissed you so good your brain stopped working.

Reassurance kisses:

Jiwon sometimes gets quite critical towards himself. Of course, some of it stems from being in the public eye, hearing comments that he’s ugly or not idol worthy, others about his background and just because he’s in a place to be commented upon. Other times it’s from work itself, when a song isn’t coming together as well as he expected or he’s received criticism from management or his members over something he’s done. He tries not to take it to heart but he’s a soft guy and he really wants to offer the world the best version of Kim Jiwon. So when he’s uncharacteristically quiet and clinging to you in a way that you just know he’s internally stewing over something, you turn and don’t bother to ask him what the problem is, instead, you kiss him whilst holding his face in your hands, pulling away to tell him that he’s gorgeous, talented, smart, funny and genuine. This alone is enough to help him debunk some of his problems and he will smile, telling you he loves you so much for not even needing to ask what’s wrong and then vents his issues, holding your hand the entire time as you help him become reassured that he’s only human after all and to you a very beautiful human indeed.

Night/future kisses:

It’s no secret that from early on into your relationship, Jiwon wasn’t just thinking of a now with you but all that was to come. And as the months and years roll on, he’s more vocal of his feelings, of what he envisions to be the best future ahead of him with you. And sure, there may be some things that don’t eventuate but you love when he starts talking about the future together, how many kids you both want, where you want to raise them, how you want to grow as a couple and all that comes in between. These moments are so special, especially because he gets so invested in telling you everything on his mind at that moment that you can’t help but reach to silence him just for a moment because it’s becoming too overwhelming and you need to do something to reach those dreams sooner than later. Your kiss is pretty heated and you yourself are more handsy than usual, trying to grip at him and at those beautiful images he had been painting so effortlessly for you. Of course, these moments lead to passion being unleashed and when your cries have finished sounding around the room your both kissing at each other’s skin gently, uttering how much you love each other until you fall into a blissful slumber, hoping to see what you spoke about in your dreams, and soon in real life with your eyes as well.

 Dating Jiwon is very passionate because he is the type to shower you in his love both vocally and physically. It’s intense at times because of the endless need for one another, but you wouldn’t change that for the world, knowing you could never grow tired of loving the man who has made a home within your heart for life.

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Early Morning—💃 anon

The party was in full swing with bottles of alcohol spread around the large frat house, the floors sticky from the spillage and the smell of smoke lingering in the air, clinging to your clothes and almost making you feel sick from how strong it was. However, the touch of David’s hands on your waist as he guided you both through the party brought enough comfort to make you stick it all out.

It was getting late into the night, almost morning, and in all honesty, you were ready to go home – mostly because you were sober – but David had not finished gathering drunken vlog footage of Zane and Heath dancing on tables or Dom’s ridiculous make-out sessions with girls. You didn’t mind waiting though as David needed the footage and it was worth it the next day when David would smile proudly of the vlog or maybe even in the future, when you were both old and could look back on all the old memories that you had shared together.

“Won’t be long now, love, then we can go home,” David said, quickly taking his camera off Zane who was dancing to some Beyoncé song, his arms and legs flying everywhere as he tried to keep in beat with the music. 

You nodded towards David, letting him know your answer before looking over towards Corinna who was looking down in the dumps, more than likely over Todd.

“I’m just going to go and talk to Corinna,” you told David, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before walking away. David nodded in acknowledgement, not paying much attention as he laughed along with everybody else. “What’s up with you then?” you asked Corinna, once you had taken a seat next to her.

Corinna looked ahead at the crowd, her eyes deadpan as she watched Todd talk to another women. Todd glanced at Corinna before going back to the other girl, not even bothering to come over and ask Corinna how she was, he could’ve at least have given her a smile.

“You are so lucky; do you know that?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, one eyebrow raised.

“You and David. He loves you to bits, thinks the world of you, never shuts up about you would do anything for you. I’ll never have a relationship like that,” she said with a discouraged smile.

“You don’t know that, Corinna. You’re still young, it’s just a matter of being with a few dickheads before you find the one for you. Yes, I was lucky, but it doesn’t mean you won’t be too. Just got to give it time, get over Todd, and find someone who treats you well.” You placed one hand on Corinna’s shoulder before leaning forward. “And if it makes you feel any better, I think that Todd still loves you, but he just can’t show it.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I do. You just have to be patient, Corinna and – “

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Zane falling on top of you and then down to the floor, spilling his drink all over your shoes. You looked over at Corinna before shaking your head and smiling.

“I think it’s time we go home,” you heard David say before grabbing Zane by one arm. “Do you want a lift, Corinna?”

“No, I think I’m going to stay but good luck, it looks as if you are going to need it,” she chuckled, gently kicking Zane’s leg.

It took nearly fifteen minutes to get Zane to the car, in the process losing one of his shoes and him somehow managing to injure himself.

“Get blood on my seats and you are dead, do you hear me?” David shouted back to Zane who was slumped over in the back seat.

Some incoherent words came from Zane, causing everyone in the back seats to laugh and start their own conversation which involved winding Zane up and asking him all sorts of questions. It left you and David alone in the front seats, sat in silence, as David drove though the streets and you stared out of the window.

“Are you okay?” David asked, loud enough so only you heard him. His free hand came to rest on your thigh, his fingers slowly moving around in circles in a soothing manner. “You’ve been quiet most of the night and that’s not like you.”

You leaned back in the seat and turned your head slightly to look at David, a wide grin on your face as you thought about what Corinna had said. You were lucky, so lucky.

“I just love you, that’s all.”

“And I love you, but it doesn’t explain why you’ve been so quiet all night.”

“I’ve just been admiring from a distance.”

David shook his head and chuckled as your answer before turning his focus back to the road. His eyes would occasionally move back to yours, a small smile on his face as he watched you look out of the window at all the people who were on their way home from a night out.

By the time you and David had arrived home, you were absolutely done with the night, wanting nothing more but to get into bed. Being the gentleman that he was, David walked round to your side of the car and opened the door for you, giggling when you held out your hands and waited for him to kindly help you get out of the car.

“You really that tired or are you just being lazy?” David questioned as he guided you towards the door.

“Mixture of both,” you replied before grabbing the keys from his hands as he was seemingly struggling to unlock it. “I just want my bed.”

“Is that all you want?” he whispered mischievously in your ear, pulling you back against him.

“What’s got you in the mood?”

You spun around and wrapped your arms around David’s neck, pressing an innocent kiss to his jawline. After years of being together, you could read him like a book and you knew the signs of him being turned on. You had noticed them earlier in the night – constant eye contact, frequent kisses, strong grip on your waist – but you weren’t going to do it in public, especially after the last time when poor Scott had walked in on you both. It ended up being the joke of everyone’s vlogs for a good couple of weeks, all of them refusing to shut up about it.

“Baby, you don’t have to do a lot to get me in the mood,” he replied honestly, slowly moving you back until the back of your legs hit the edge of the couch. With both hands on your waist, he lifted you up, so you were sat on the arms of the couch, your arms still wrapped around David’s neck where you were innocently playing with the longer strands of hair.

“Is that right?”

“You know it is. All you have to do is look at me and that’s it, I’m done for.”

Soft kisses were pressed against your lips which sent shivers across your body, the coldness of the night contrasting with the heat of David’s lips. You could feel yourself becoming more and more intoxicated with every kiss and touch that David placed against your body – whether it was your lips, neck or jaw. His hands moved perfectly across your skin as he cupped your cheek, causing you to tilt your head to the side to make the soft touch of his hand linger for longer against your cheek.

It was times like these that you valued more than anything. The LA sun was starting to rise and pour through the windows, radiating David in so many ways and showing off the features that you loved the most about him. It was quiet in the house, apart from the kissing and the soft hums, bringing peace for once, opposing the loud and busy days that you and David spent with everyone which was filled with laughter and fun. As much as you adored everybody in the friendship group, there was nothing better than being alone with David, the two of you in your own private bubbles away from the life of YouTube and constant partying.

You wrapped your legs around David’s waist before leaning backwards onto the sofa, David fell onto your body with an apology, but you didn’t mind, you just wanted him to kiss you all over again. David did just that as he moved so he wasn’t laying across you, giving you the chance to move further up the sofa. His lips never left yours, but they did become more desperate and more seductive, no longer sweet and innocent.

“I love you,” he whispered against you mouth as he moved the one hand that wasn’t holding him up in between your bodies. He began to hike your dress up as his mouth moved to your neck. You were breathless, unable to do anything except hold onto David and let out small moans every time his lips found the right area.

“I love you too,” you finally managed once David had removed your underwear, flinging them somewhere across the room. Your dress was hiked up around your waist, exposing yourself to David who looked at you in complete and awe. Your make-up was slightly ruined from the long night at the party and the kissing, your hair was no longer styled, and your eyes were watering, but you looked beautiful to David, you always did. “Take that bloody hat off,” you mumbled, throwing it to the side.

David giggled, the well-known wide smile on his face as he looked down at you, gulping slightly as he realised how anxious he was. He had no reason to be nervous, of course, the two of you had slept together plenty of times but it had been a long time since the two of you had done it slow and affectionately.

In hopes of calming his nerves, David gave you another powerful kiss, his tongue rolling over yours and his hands all over your body. There was not one part of your face that was left untouched. David had always been pretty handsy but tonight was another level as he felt your warm skin, his knee in between your thigh with you grinding on it without even realising, your wetness leaving a patch on David’s jeans. David’s wet lips providing open mouthed kisses along your neck, leaving marks so that you could show them off to everyone, him claiming you as his girl, and his girl only.

It wasn’t until David freed himself, his arousal obvious as you looked down, smirking along with David that you truly realised how much you needed him. A couple of curse words slipped from your mouth as David entered you, giving you back the feeling that you enjoyed so much. Your fingers were tangled in David’s long hair, pulling on the locks every time he hit the right spot inside of you.

Above you, David was a vocal mess. He had needed you all night, longing and desperate to feel your touch without having everyone stare at you both and now that it was here, he felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. The feeling of your soft thighs against his body as you pushed yourself up, begging David to go faster, was God like. You were his angel, in more ways than one, and he loved you more than anything in the world. No women would ever compare to you.

“Right there,” you whispered into his neck, your fingernails digging into the back of his neck which would leave marks, but you were both too in the moment to focus on that.

David’s moans and grunts in your ear was slowly bringing you to the edge, there was no better sound or feeling than the man that you adored above you, his walls falling as he repeatedly whispered that he loved you, over and over and over again. His mouth was slightly open, his cheeks flushed, and a layer of sweat was building up on his forehead, causing his hair to stick to the skin. He looked like an angel to you.

Your clothed chest was pressed against David’s when you came, clinging onto him for dear life as you felt your whole body set on fire. It was almost as if you had passed out, your orgasm so powerful, you couldn’t hear anything, but the loud moan David released when he always reached his peak. It was the best sex you had ever had, so simple yet so intimate and loving.

The two of you laid there for a few more minutes in complete silence, after David had got you a blanket, the only sound was the two of you trying to get your breath back. David’s head was rested on your chest as you played around with his hair, smiling softly to yourself. The sun was now fully risen, and it was hitting David’s face perfectly. You were in complete and utter awe as Corinna’s words swirled around in your head. You probably were the luckiest women on the planet.

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