#it's fine to think romance is fun and sexy. it is not always a useful tool for analysis and if that's what you want then stick to genre

[qvincvnx]

oh op of that post is also like, you should be ashamed if you think sexy stuff is fun to read and you like to read it. bye.

#i only went there to block them for posting something pointlessly meanspirited in the first place. IT'S FINE NOT TO LIKE CLASSICS #like it's literally fine if someone wants to turn their brain off. but in any case: fuck that book which i will now shut up about. #it's fine to think romance is fun and sexy. it is not always a useful tool for analysis and if that's what you want then stick to genre #instead of wanting other books to do things that are not their genre. but oh my god. #i'm not doing let people enjoy things because i love to be a hater and in fact i want people to hate things. but like... girl what #oh god i'm too cold to get up and go to bed so i've just been sitting at my desk for like literally 4 hours. it's 4 am. i NEED adhd meds lo

[cobragardens]

CORRECTED & UPDATED Clothes + Equivocation = Romance: The Husbands in 1793 (Part 2)

From Part 1:

Crowley and Aziraphale share clothes as a common interest. They don't have the same style, but they're both aware of current fashions, and Heaven and Hell aren't. You can't tell me Hastur or Uriel would recognize the significance of Crowley saying "Dressed like that, he's asking for trouble" about someone else while wearing black stockings and cravat and waistcoat himself. And that means Anything the husbands communicate to each other through clothing choices goes undetected by their masters.

SO. With all this in mind, let's go through the 1793 scene again and look at what the husbands communicate to each other without using words or actions to do it, and how their clothing choices help them do that.

Hello. I'm here and I know you're in a spot of trouble. I like you.

It's you! I'm so happy you're here!

Sheen's voice and face when Aziraphale says Crowley's name in this moment makes me think that Aziraphale is in love with Crowley--the demon Crowley, not the angel who became Crowley--long before he consciously realizes it in 1941. The way Sheen has Aziraphale say Crowley's name is so soft.

The way you're he way you're lounging there and what you're wearing are uncomfortably sexy and also incredibly inappropriate for the Bastille at this moment in history. I suppose this is very on-brand for you.

Crowley: I listen when you talk about your interests and goals and keep track of your general whereabouts and pursuits.

Either they've spoken with each other recently or Crowley has been keeping tabs on Aziraphale. Aziraphale isn't upset that Crowley knows what he's been up to, which suggests the former, which in turn suggests they're in semi-regular (every few years or decades) contact at this point.

Also we've now got a general idea for when Aziraphale opens his bookshop.

Okay, brief tangent while I point out two things here.

One, my favorite thing about Aziraphale is that he is a sensualist. This is libertine behavior, y'all. He 'popped across the Channel' during the Reign of Terror because he wanted a specific carnal experience of a specific really lovely food.

And two, even when Aziraphale does weird, frivolous, silly, ill-advised things like this, things that clearly baffle Crowley...Crowley never makes fun of him. He never laughs at him. He always has this look of disbelief on his face, like Am I hearing this?--

--but Crowley never, not once, shuts Aziraphale down.

Until Aziraphale asks him to go back to Heaven.

Anyway. Back to our scene.

Aziraphale: I am unwilling to abandon my sartorial sensibilities even when it threatens my corporation, and I am insane, so I think this is reasonable. At least I'm not wearing a Slutty Monarchist outfit.

You're happy to see me, aren't you. You're relieved to see a demon. Go on, say it.

Tennant's delivery of this line cracks me up. It is so gloating and flirtatious and smarmy and indulgent of Aziraphale.

I am very happy to see you and lucky you're here, and I am willing to say so sincerely even though you are gloating about it.

And then there's the exchange where Crowley very carefully doesn't answer Aziraphale's question about why Crowley's in the area but also reassures him that he didn't cause the French Revolution and Aziraphale can still like him.

We can't speak openly about this. It's dangerous for me.

Message received: I won't mention what you did again. But I want to show my gratitude and spend time with you; is it safe for us to get lunch together?

Yes, but one of us is going to have to change so we can walk the streets of Paris without getting arrested again, and I'm the one doing the rescuing here so it's not going to be me. Your 'standards' will have to take the hit.

Fine, you've got me over a barrel. But hey, if I have to wear the silly hat anyway I might as well go all the way and wear your colors. Except not monarchist. And not slutty.

Oh, I don't know, I thought you looked pretty slutty too. (Meaning 2) I'm having this guy killed for touching you, btw. I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you. Immediately. I see you are having the guy who assaulted you killed in a copy of the clothes he would have killed you for wearing. I wholeheartedly approve of this (Meaning 3), your sexiness in those clothes notwithstanding. The utter insouciance of Crowley's little sniff and the inquiry about what they'll have for lunch drive home hard that Crowley could not be more unbothered by Aziraphale having the man who tried to harm him beheaded.

What really tickles me about this line is not only that Crowley's joke has three distinct meanings, but that Meaning 1 (the meaning that exists without reference to Crowley's clothes) is the opposite of Meaning 3--Anybody wearing clothes like that deserves what they get (Meaning 1) versus It rocks how you just killed someone who tried to kill you for wearing those clothes (Meaning 3)--and yet because of the clothes he's wearing, both meanings come through with perfect clarity, dependent only on whether the listener(s) can see his clothing and know its significance. Aziraphale can, and does, so he receives Crowley's real meaning. Hell/Heaven can't, and don't, so they just hear Meaning 1.

And then we get Aziraphale's pleased little smile and look of tranquil interest as he watches Jean-Claude dragged off to his death. Its such an interesting facial expression for an angel watching a demon have someone killed having someone killed, isn't it?

Crowley has just told him they're probably being listened to by Hell. That means Aziraphale, Crowley, and the audience all know this is the most Aziraphale can safely react. Aziraphale can't show any overt approval of anything an agent of Hell does, because by definition anything a demon does is demonic and angels must be against That Sort of Thing. In light of the fact that Aziraphale is the one who causes Jean-Claude's death, I now argue that this responsibility not to react too positively to something the other side has done falls on Crowley, and that the reason he makes this joke is primarily to tell Aziraphale I see what you've just done, and I like it without identifying aloud what exactly has just happened for their presumed eavesdroppers because an angel arranging a human's murder is the sort of thing in which head offices might take undue interest.

The awareness that their conversation is not private means the audience and Aziraphale know they need to be watching and listening for multiple meanings from Crowley, and it also means the audience and Crowley know we need to be watching Aziraphale's face closely right now. And that little smile shows us that Aziraphale has received Meanings 2 and 3 of "he was asking for trouble."

Or, at minimum, Meaning 3; even if Aziraphale picks up on Meaning 2--You looked really sexy in your vintage clothes, you crazy weirdo--that's not a message he can afford to react to at all. But he does react to the other coded communication Crowley is sending when he says "Dressed like that, he was asking for trouble" while dressed for trouble himself: I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you. Immediately. People who think your clothes give them the right to hurt you can go to Hell, and I am delighted you just sent one of them there.

You just had someone beheaded for assaulting me, I acknowledge and am pleased by your delight at my cleverness. and I could not be happier. Would you like to come enjoy one of my very favorite sensual pleasures with me?

***

EDIT: To be honest I like this reading better than my original, incorrect understanding of the story despite the fact that it is slightly less romantic, both because I love the idea of Crowley as a thirsty witness to Aziraphale quietly being a vengeful badass, because it gives us a glimpse of something important about Aziraphale's character that we don't get to see elsewhere: Aziraphale doesn't have a problem with killing per se.

We learn from the business with the Antichrist that, like Crowley, Az. can't bring himself to kill children. We learn from his perturbation at the Flood and the Crucifixion that he doesn't hold with killing innocents. He gave away his flaming sword. But this scene establishes that Aziraphale will actively cause someone's death if he feels they deserve it. That seems like an important character note for him that may become relevant in Season 3 (feathers crossed that it happens).

And I think there's something else in there too, something about how Aziraphale kills Jean-Claude, not with outright violence but with a trick. One party thinks he's in control of the situation; with a wave of his hand, suddenly a turnip has turned into an inkwell an executioner has turned into the condemned--or at least it seems that way long enough to get the job done. It's a bait-and-switch, like stage magic, and it slots right in to the motif in Good Omens of sleight-of-hand, of characters wearing other characters' appearances (for more on this, see fan theories re: Maggie is possessed), of supplying false meanings to an audience to disguise the true actions going on behind the scenes.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens analysis #good omens clothes #good omens costumes #ineffable husbands #aziracro #azcrow #azicrow #good omens equivocation #good omens 1984 #good omens clothing and equivocation #good omens 1793 #good omens clothes and equivocation 2

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Switching gears since I recently refamiliarized myself with your character list...any general romantic HCs for Deadpool?

"Merc with the Mouth romance HCs" Deadpool x reader

Hey I've haven't gotten to do Deadpool yet! This is fun! I'll do sfw and nsfw.

Tw: Suggestive and smut, SA mention

Sfw:

His dates are not always Good or Safe but they are always Memorable. Someone is trying to kill him every other week. Either because he pissed them or ruined their plans. You'll be fine, just don't be shocked when he gets his hand blown off and kills several men when you were just trying to have a nice night out. You can bond while it grows back.

If you ever needed someone to enable your nerdy habits, look no further. He maims people who spoil the newest book, he'll sit through hours and hours of marathons, and he thinks it's very sexy that you know fun facts and behind the scenes details. Now put on Lord of the Rings and make out with him during the Gollum scenes.

So many dumb emoji texts. Like a huge string of emojis with all the different hearts in different color formations- rainbows, sexuality flags that match what yours might be. And sweat drops. And... cactus emoji? It definitely means something and it's meant to be affectionate, just roll with it.

He's that guy who takes you to your favorite restaurant just because he can. There's nothing special going on. He just wants to spoil you and really loves seeing you smile. Then a massage for you and maybe a bubble bath-

The stupid antics he will get to so you'll to laugh. Particularly if you're having a bad day, he will get downright slapstick if it will bring you a little bit of joy. Someone could argue it's a personality fault where he feels he has to be entertaining to have value to you, but maybe right now isn't the time to unpack that.

Nsfw:

Down for pretty much anything. Seriously. Tie him up, put him in a dress, peg him sideways- He'll try anything at least twice to see if he likes it.

the only thing that is an absolute no for him is CNC (consensual non-consent) or anything in that vein because of being a canonical SA survivor. I know I don't really write for that anyways, but I think it bears mentioning given his character and past.

Man has little to no shame so if you're not into public space fucking, you should let him know early on. He will get it on in the alleyway behind the taco shack. Tacos just get him feeling frisky sometimes, you understand.

The very definition of a switch. His playful nature allows him to slip to a submissive role easily even if people who don't know him take any of his comments seriously. He's dead-ass, use him like a toy and tell him how breedable he is if you're into that <3 He's also more than willing to take the reins and top or be in a dominant role if that's your preference. If you're also a switch you guys can just take turns depending on the move.

he's incredibly self-conscious in serious, intimate moments about his body. Particularly the first time. Okay, this is him, scarred up and looking like a fucked up Freddy Krueger. You sure you still want... this? He can put his clothes back on and he can do stuff to just you if you'd rather. Or he can turn the lights off... or...

It's so much easier to joke around than have to acknowledge he really looks like this. Once you've been together a minute, though, he'll realize you really do love his sexy ass.

#deadpool #deadpool x reader #foxwriting #smut

[bubblyqueer000]

Nagito Komaeda NSFW Alphabet

I've had this fic on the back burner for a long time. Here she is! Enjoy!!

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A = Aftercare (How do they act after smexy time??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Makes sure that his hope is always comfortable and holds them close.  I mention this later (Oh no spoiwers D:) but when he's dom he's usually pretty rough with you, but when he's taking care of you afterward, he completely changes pace. He runs his fingers across your skin and apologizes for being so rough, which you guessed it! He uses this as an opportunity to bully himself. Sweet bb be nice to yourself >:C

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of you and themselves)

He loves every part of you but he loves your pretty face and your hands the most, although his favorite body part in some cases might be the one that allows you to best do your ultimate talent. 

C = Cum (Somethin to do with baby batter. Do they squirt or are they in the cream team??? hehehehehe gross)

His cum is clear and pretty thin. Nagito can cum a lot (You just have to make him ;D wink wonk) He loves when you cum on his face!! 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret duh)

Steals things that you wouldn't miss and keeps them with him. What he does with the item depends on what it is. He steals a lot of panties and socks and when he does he usually uses them to jack off.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

I'd imagine that he's a virgin but he's lucky enough to know how to find everything and make you feel good.

F = Favorite Position (Bruh)

He loves when you ride him but only when he doesn't mind asking so not very often. Otherwise, he really likes doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during da wink wonk adult fun time?)

He doesn't exactly make jokes, just those dumb fucking comments that he makes all while there's a shit-eating grin on his face, and that doesn't even include how much he degrades himself like bruh stop you segsy!! Let us give you love!!!

H = Hair (are they well-groomed?? I'm not I'm musty as fuck)

He never really shaves unless it bothers you. His hair is white and thin though, it honestly would look so cute omfg I know that sounds weird but please he's precious.

I = Intimacy (Are they sweet and romance-y (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc))

He praises you a lot which you think would be nice but as I'm going to say over and over again, he loves to degrade himself and call himself trash. Still, he likes to cuddle with you and when he does, he always whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how perfect you are for him.

J = Jack Off (Do they massage their meat? Do they caress their coochie? I'm hilarious pls laugh)

Before he got with you he touched himself much more. He usually would when he thought about you, so when you and Nagito finally got together it was a dream come true. Due to you though, he often wouldn't need to jack off anymore. Now he only masturbates when you're not around or if you don't feel like having sex.

K = Kink (What are they into?)

Praise, degradation, and overstimulation. 

L = Location (Where do they wanna do it?)

Anywhere at any time. He loves the thrill of being in public. In dressing rooms at stores, in closets, anywhere is just fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Literally, anything you do!! Everything about you is sexy to him. He gets especially excited when you sit on his lap. 

N = NO (NUH NUH ICKY YUCKY NO THEY WON'T DO IT soz these are just getting annoying)

Into everything except for bodily functions, although that's just wishful thinking because if you're into it he'd probably be cool with that. No that doesn't mean I'll ever write anything like that don't ask lmao.

O = Oral (Do they like giving it or getting it? Also are they good at it?)

Feels bad making you suck him off so he probably prefers giving it. It's an honor for him either way though. When he's giving he teases a lot, but he loves having you cum on his tongue. When he's receiving he whimpers a lot. I would do anything to hear Nagito whimper ahhhhh

P = Pace (Are they fast or slow?)

Nagito's pace would change throughout the session. He would start off slow, probably to tease you, and then gradually pick up the pace as you both get closer.

Q = Quickie (Their thoughts on quickies and if they like them)

He loves them!! I mean he loves sex with you in general so quickies are nice when you don't have time for a regular session. 

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment?)

Probably more willing to experiment than most other characters. He'd be up for almost anything no matter how dangerous. As long as it pleases you, he's happy.

S = Stamina (How long can they do it for? Can they do multiple rounds?)

At least five if necessary but he can probably go on for as long as you need. 

T = Toys (Do they like/have/use toys on you or themselves?)

He has a collection of toys that he uses on you and that he uses on himself. He's a freak ngl.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

HUGE ASS RATTY ASS NO ASS NASTY ASS MAN

HOMIE WILL TEASE YOU UNTIL YOU ARE SOBBING. He's such a tease and will not stop until you beg him to let you cum.

V = Volume (Are they loud or quiet?)

Quiet for the most part. He usually just grunts a lot through clenched teeth. He talks though, and when he does... HE NEVER SHUTS THE FUCK UP. He's either praising you, degrading himself or just doing his weird-ass anime dialogue like: "i'M nAgItO kOmAeDa AnD i'M fUcKiNg YoU iN tHe AsS *Disney channel music*" i fookin hate him 

W = Wild Card (Random nsfw head-canon)

He's a boobs man _('ཀ'」 ∠)_ gross let's cancel him mans got no taste

X = X-Ray (Big dick??? Big Tiddies??? I'm so sorry omfg)

Huge tits. TITTY TITTY BOING BOING. BOOBA LARGE. HUMONGOUS HONGALONGANO-NOLOGONGUS. Kidding. His dick is about 6.5 inches. It has an upward bend and he's uncircumcised. 

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

He's always ready to please you when you want him to. He's happy and honored that someone like you would want to have sex with 'trash' like him. Like I said he's honored to do it with you but sometimes you have to wonder if he truly wants it or if he's just doing it to make you happy. 

Z = Zzzzz (How fast do they sleep after? I wish I was asleep rn (╥﹏╥))

If you read my Taka NSFW alphabet I said for this part that Taka doesn't sleep. Wait hold up I have the exact quote "Bruv doesn't sleep. I picture him just lying awake in bed every night mumbling math equations to himself. Nah kidding" But this time I'm not kidding. I for real think that Nagito would just stare at you sleeping admiring you. He'll just sleep later you're too pretty🙄🙄🙄

One Reblog = One minute of sleep for Nagito

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 x reader #super danganronpa two #nagito komaeda #nagito x y/n #danganronpa nagito #nagito komeada x reader #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

Mentopolis OCs time, baby.

Lore below:

EDIT: SORRY I CHANGED HIS NAME. Roman Entic is now Romeo Entic. Because he has to be. Proceed.

Two artists residing in the mind of Elias Hodge; one a sculptor focused on form and feeling, and the other a strict Romantic in both senses of the word as well as an amateur poet. They're frequent collaborators (though often have their own solitary projects as well) working for the Daydream Workshop in the Hippocampus' Imagination Gallery, which has always struggled with funding under Mayor Logic and has received so many budget cuts come the Big Guy's new job that they've been promoted from merely hungry artists to starving artists. The only people still well-funded there are the Nightmare script writers and stage crew, who've been writing that show for decades now.

Moneyless and museless, the pair of artists wait out their days in hopes that the Big Guy gets a promotion that makes him relax and start thinking about others again. Or at least that he finds his interest piqued by a co-worker in some fashion--both are willing to cheer for the other.

Dee is a friend of Dan Fucks, as their tasks are closely related--he provides the desire to fuck, and she figures out who the Big Guy wants to fuck. She used to have her sculptures set up at Shuga's, but always has them removed after a while once the passion for the muse of that period wears out. With the dry spell regarding muses or any fun at all, she hasn't provided any new works after taking back her old ones yet.

Rome does not care for Dan that much, they get along best as co-workers who meet only when the time is right. He does move in the same circles as Imelda and Anastasia and had to deal with them loudly debating whether the Big Guy should "go for it" while they check out his paintings before their falling out. Anastasia also interviewed him for the article about the smiling woman that got canned.

Other details: --Rome constantly uses pet names for everyone. "Dear" and "darling" are the most common. --It's not very visible here, but Rome has a painted hand pressed to his heart on his shirt, for romantic gestures. --He also has large "rose-tinted glasses" :) --Dee is very touchy-feely, though she doesn't really mean anything by it. --While Dan Fucks, the active desire to fuck, is dressed for success in deep v-necks and fine pants, Dee, the passive observation of attractive people, is much more casually dressed. She represents a low-effort sort of sexiness that Dan does not. --Romance puts people on cloud nine, so Rome is surrounded with 'em. Dee is steamy all the time. I'm sure you can piece together the joke.

#i wrote that underfunded joke before tonights ep and cackled when it turned out canon #originally dee's name was liberty “lib” ito but thats not how libido is pronounced lmao #mentopolis #d20 #mentopolis oc #my art #the fact that rome is an AMATEUR poet is a language joke lol #im sure half of the concepts i suggest here will be debunked as working differently in future episodes #but this is all just self-indulgent so whatever

[ksyongi]

oh god ... for the life of me i cannot get cheol in that tiktok with the 95 liners and hoshi out of my head. he looks so much like a senior frat boy from your college with that fit too, oh he can knock me out anytime. so i'm here to request a short fic abt that hehe any genre would do but can it have like a mutual pinning kinda vibe 😳? thanks love your works! - 🍜

loving ur brain rn 🍜 anon, i mean,, they all looked super sexy in that tiktok so i get where you are coming from eheh <33

sealed with a kiss

pairing: frat boy!scoups x g!n reader

genre: romance, friends to lovers

warnings: fluff, suggestive, kissing, post is in full lowercase, mentions of other members, mutual pining

word count: 1.8k

an:some points are gonna be really dramatic,, the story is really fast paced since it was supposed to be a short fic,, and its lowkey crappy so might redo it D:

note: do not copy my works!! reblogs and likes are appreciated!!

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tags: @dinosbestie @odetoyeonjun

when attending college, you were not the teachers pet, nor the slacker. your goal was just to have fun in school with a small group of friends. however, having mingyu as your neighbour and best friend, you would obviously get noticed and popular since he's one of the hot guys in your college. not to mention his group of friends, led by seungcheol and all of them had their flaws. he hung out with all of them at his house and you would join often, since you liked and enjoyed their company. however, seungcheol always stood out to you, having amazing visuals, leadership skills and humor. sometimes catching yourself blushing or starting at him and snapping yourself out of it, blaming it on his likeable personality and that there was no way you would like him...

you kept staring, and eventually mingyu found out about this,, you were currently at your house, sitting in a chair facing the ceiling and mingyu was laying on his bed "yeah yeah, keep thinking that its just that" he rolls his eyes and blows his hair out of his view. "you do not understand kim mingyu, i'm acting like this because of his personality, his friendliness, oh my god he's so buff too and that smile..." "don't you hear yourself right now? you are so lovestruck." he states as he gave you a deadpanned look. you turn and face him and say "anyways if i even do, he doesn't even like me back i bet, he's up there and i'm down here" you use your hands gesturing. "whatever y/n, you better get the balls to do it sooner or later if not i'll do it myself." mingyu says and walks off. you sit there shaking your head at the possibility that he would do such a thing

however, when mingyu was going back to his house, he received a text saying "yo can i come over" from seungcheol. mingyu quickly replied and agreed and stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking next door. 5 minutes later, a knock was heard and mingyu opened it and seungcheol barged into his home. "bro nothing is fucking working, yesterday when i was at wonwoo's house, we were playing some beer pong and i couldn't stop thinking about y/n, even in school dude, like she can't get off my mind and its so fucking hard to have fun when she's on there 24/7." mingyu rolled his eyes once again and it took him everything to not tell seungcheol about your outgoing feelings to him. "you know, suddenly she just started being on my mind during lunch that day, its like so weird... maybe its the way she looks at me?" mingyu acts interested and asks "choi seungcheol, do you like y/n?" "no i don't, no wait.. ugh fine fuck yes i do but we aren't that close so the possibility of us being together is 0, anyways i'm too busy, you and the boys are enough already" mingyu sighs and said "then maybe get closer to her? she's already at like every frat party we have?? don't make excuses now." seungcheol shook his head and said "fine i will, but that does not mean that we are dating since i think my personality is not her type you know? dude i'm quite boring, i take care of 12 of you guys already and i also have to have time to drink and get drunk sometimes too, kim mingyu you get my logic?"

the next day in school you were sitting in the cafeteria waiting for the rest to come and join you for lunch. you heard the doors swinging open and the cafeteria went silent as the boys walked in. fangirls took pictures and tried to give gifts, and the other boys were plain jealous. nobody usually approaches you since they are scared of the boys but this one boy approached you, giving you a rose and saying "y/n noona, i really like you, do you want to go out sometime?" you smiled at him and nodded and wanted to take the rose, but as you reached out to get the rose, seungcheol pushed in between you two saying "i suggest you fuck off before it gets dirty". seungcheol says as he stares him down. the poor boy got scared by the stares from the members especially wonwoo and minghao.mingyu pulls you away from the boy. "you know i am going to date at one point right guys" you said sitting down after the boy scurried off. seokmin said "yes but he has to get through us first" holding a grin as his usual self. the others nodded as you got through lunch as usual. seungcheol would usually sit next to jeonghan or joshua but he sat next to you instead. you were surprised but didn't question it.

mingyu approached you after school saying "do you wanna hang out at your place or something?" you nodded and walked with him saying your goodbyes to the others. about an hour after, your doorbell rang, you opened the door and saw seungcheol standing there. your eyes widened and mouthed "give me a moment" you quickly closed the door, and whisper-screamed "WHY IS HE HERE, MY OUTFIT IS NOT NICE TOO" which you were referring to your really short shorts and a big hoodie over. "i invited him, since he was bored" mingyu casuallysaid. you wanted to kill him. "KIM MINGYU HOW DARE YOU" still whisper-screaming. "uhh you gonna leave me out here?" you head seungcheol say. you quickly open the door and panic-smiled as he walked in and plopped his bag on the floor. mingyu was clearly setting you two up and you did not like it one single bit. you awkwardly sat next to mingyu, having him on your right and seungcheol on your right. after a while, you got comfortable again as you were focused on the show, mini conversations were made in between. therefore, you went back to cuddling mingyu on the couch as a usual thing. seungcheol saw and a pit of jealousy formed trying to hint to mingyu. mingyu finally got the hint and said "yo guys, i gotta go somewhere, i'll be back in an hour." he detached himself from you and left. you took your phone right away and texted him, giving him 'death threats'. you were sitting at the opposite end of the couch and seungcheol at the other. "you know you can be comfortable around me too right y/n" seungcheol comments. "yesyes i know don't worry" you reply. seungcheol opens his arms signaling to cuddle with him as your cheeks burned and you hesitantly went. you instantly melted into his touch, still blushing from the close proximity.

it continued for a few months, both of your crushes on each other are still strong as ever. one day, when he came over and you were relaxing as usual, you quickly went to your room to grab something. when coming down the stairs, you tripped and seungcheol happened to be right infront of you. you ended up falling onto him, and mingyu happened to walk out of the kitchen at the same time, seeing you two in that suggestive situation. you quickly stood up, shaking your head at the teases and tried to explain yourself. the blush that was burning on your face did not help at all as well.

after that day, you tried avoiding seungcheol because of how embarrassing it was. "but you have to talk to him at some point," mingyu replied. "my crush on him would just stop after a while gyu, it's okay" he sighed at your refusals. there were instances where he would try to approach you but you would quickly walk away. the other guys kept asking you the reason why you suddenly stopped talking to seungcheol or even why you move away when he sits next to you. you would just simply avoid the topic and change the subject.

mingyu was over at your house due to him begging asking for help on the mathematics work. it was going all fine till mingyu brought in the topic of seungcheol. "oh my god can you not talk about him for a single day?" he kept shooting questions at you till you shooed him out of your house. a minute after he was chased out, you heard a knock on your door you sigh as you shut your eyes opening your door saying "i swear to god mingyu stop talking about seungcheol, i told you my crush for him would be gone-" you open your eyes and jump backwards as you see seungcheol standing at your door. you frantically say "forget what i said, i was just rambling rubbish," he walks into your house, closing the door on the way in and drops his bag on the way. you walk backwards as he continues following you till your back hits the wall, "can you finish that sentence for me?" he asks. you shake your head and refuse, avoiding the intense gaze from him. "well then, i guess you don't like me~ because if you said you did, i would have told you the same~" he says as he walks backwards slowly.

your eyes widen as you quickly walk towards him, grabbing his arm and asking "choi seungcheol, are you saying you like me?" he smirks as he replies "yes, isn't it obvious? i guess we both are too oblivious," he says before placing his arms around your waist. "kiss me already you idiot" you say before he closes the distance between the two of you. you instantly kissed him back, the feeling of his lips were definitely addictive in fact, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, bringing one of your hands to play with his hair. you knew that your legs would give out on you, so you thought you were going to fall but a firm grip on your waist would not let you do so. the kiss ended up with his forehead to yours and him whispering "god i wanted to do that for the longest time," you were about to go back into the kiss before you were interrupted by the sound of your door opening and mingyu coming in and saying "yo where is my charger? i might have left- WELL ITS ABOUT TIME??" he says as he sees you and seungcheol in such a position and how his hair is in such a mess.

you quickly detangle yourself from him before scolding mingyu for ruining the moment. you were about to chase him to his house before you felt arms around not allowing you to do so. "give him a break, he had to keep your secret so give the guy a breather," you roll your eyes before you face him, wondering how so much happened in the past 10 minutes. before going back into the moment, relishing it to the fullest.

#svt scoups #seventeen scoups #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #scoups #seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol fluff #svt seungcheol #scoups fics #scoups imagines #seungcheol fic #seventeen fluff #seungcheol svt #seungcheol x you #answered!!! #kat's anons #🍜 anon #🍜 #<3

[qprstobin]

i used to like steddie but tbh its just boring now. everyone writes the same tropes and now there's a/b/o flooding the tag and like fine whatever but it's just so boring. not to mention most fics are so out of character...and don't get me started on how they treat robin, she's completely sidelined it's annoying. they make steve this feminized uwu babygirl and robin into a mean lesbian that contantly berates hi its disgusting!

I'm ngl. Same. Ste/ddie is what got me into the fandom! I still really like the characters a lot but the way fandom has been handling them is just not my thing lol. I like both my Steve and my Eddie a little mean and rough around the edges but carrying and that's just... not what I am seeing at all lol. The fandom trends in this ship have been absolutely wild. Like I said last night, the fic that we were getting in October/November of last year is soooo different from the fic we are getting now.

I miss early days Ste/ddie, the relationship just felt much more balanced? Like both sides brought things to the table? But yeah, I'll admit I've gotten pretty bored with it too. I have a fic or two in my wips folders that I still want to write that have Ste/ddie in them, but I've sort of hit my limit with fandom consumption of it lol.

Omegaverse stuff can be fun on occasion but I'll admit aside from one or two fics I've seen so far, I don't super vibe with it. (Where is my alpha/alpha and omega/omega content!!) Omegaverse has always been a "my hormones are out of whack" fic time for me lmao. But this is one of those things I don't think is ST exclusive, a lot of fandoms I'm in have seen an influx of omegaverse and mpreg lately. I didn't even notice at first because Star Wars fandom is always a mess of kink, but it's legit everywhere now.

Gods yeah, the babygirl Steve was fun at first, I love me a pretty boy. (Anakin Skywalker fan here lmaooo) but yeah it's been taken to an extreme that feels less like oh this is just a little sexy thing on occasion or "yeah gender exploration!" thing, and more either fetishizing or heteronormativity. Like I was talking about yesterday I swear some people write tradwife Steve which is just wild to me. Love househusband Steve but tradwife Steve?? Where am I??

And yeah, even back when I liked the fanon characterization better, Robin so often got sidelined. Literally only there to be a supportive best friend without her own plot or to help further drive Steve into Eddie's arms, which is sad! This show is about friendship first and foremost and it feels like fandom doesn't appreciate that anymore.

(I will be fair though, pushing aside the best friend for the sake of romance is a tried and true shipping thing across many fandoms, but it did feel startling when so many post s3 fics about either of Stobin were about their friendship, and it just kind of all got taken over by shipping fics in s4.)

Like idk, I will say I still like the ship and Eddie but the fandom has definitely exhausted me a bit lol.

#asks #anon #anonymous #also anon lmao you are making me swing bats at hornet nests arent you lol #anti steddie #anti fanon steddie

[angelasscribbles]

Bad Romance Continues: Homerun

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: lemons and language

Word Count: 3,897

A/N: This was truly a collaborative effort! There are lines of dialogue I practically just cut and pasted from chats. Then there were the memes and pictures of men in baseball pants. So many pictures! I have to give a huge portion of credit/blame to @karahalloway, @harleybeaumont and @nestledonthaveone

I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed talking it into existence!

My other stuff: Master List.

The two guards standing between Max and the queen moved aside to let him through. He sat down on the bleachers next to her and handed her a bag of popcorn and a cup of lemonade.

“So, baseball huh?” Max sounded doubtful. It wasn’t a traditional Cordonian sport, but it was fairly popular in many places in Europe.

“Yes, Max!” Riley bounced in her seat in excitement, as she sat her cup down and started shoveling popcorn into her mouth, “The second annual King’s Guard versus Queen’s Guard baseball game!”

“I’m aware,” He chuckled, “I know it was your idea to institute an official game between the two guard units.”

“Well, yeah. After Drake talked Liam into putting the field in for recreational use, it seemed like a fun idea.” She frowned a little, “I missed the first one, because I was eight months pregnant with Ellie.”

They both looked up as Liam made his way to them.

“What are you doing?” Riley glared at him.

“Sitting down?” Liam gave her a puzzled look.             

“Why?”

“Why?” He asked incredulously, “Where else would I sit?”

Riley waved toward the other set of bleachers, “You can’t sit here, go sit over there!”

“I want to sit with my wife!” He protested.

“You are the enemy! Go support your team!” She pointed again.

“They’ll be fine! I’m sitting with you!” He said with finality as he took the seat next to her.

“Fine.” She huffed, but a smile tugged at her lips as she shot him a sidelong glance. She would never admit it, but she loved that he seemed to need her nearby for his equilibrium.

The Queens Guard filtered out onto the field and Riley’s eyes scanned quickly through the team until they landed on the one player that quickened her pulse and left her breathless.

Her eyes widened as she sucked in a sharp inhale. Those pants though.

“Riley? Ri?” Max asked in concern.

“Huh?”

“You dropped the popcorn.”

“Uh huh.” Her eyes never left Drake, “Go get me another one?”

“Sure…but what is so-“ His eyes followed hers to the field, then dipped downward, “Oh sweet baby Jesus! Those fucking pants should be a crime!”

“Uh huh.” Riley repeated.

Max’s gaze swept the field, “And not just Drake…holy hell! Is this why you like baseball so much? So much hot ass on display!”

“Really?” Liam asked, “Both of you? I’m right here!”

“What?” Max drew his eyes away from the field, “You know you have a sexy ass, Li. But you can’t deny that most of those men look hot as fuck in those pants!”

“I mean….they do…” Liam agreed.

“Especially Drake!” Max was far too excited, “Holy shit! Have you ever noticed what a cute butt he has?”

“He’s my best friend, Max!” Liam admonished, “I don’t think of him like that! But yes….I’ve noticed.”

Riley squirmed in her seat as she watched Drake jog out onto the field and take his place as shortstop. Hearing Max and Liam talk about his ass was not helping her sudden arousal. At all.

Riley had always been a baseball fan, but she’d never had a personal interest in one of the players before and the physicality of it was doing things to her.

The powerful swing of his arms, the crack of the ball on the bat, the rippling of sinewy muscles with every powerful stride forward as he ran the bases.

The way his well toned body arched gracefully in the air when he caught a fly ball, the precision with which he targeted and threw, the way he collided with other players when he was determined to tag them out.

Then there was the sliding. Early in the third inning, he threw himself sidewise as he lunged for a grounder, his body skidding across hard packed dirt as he scooped the ball in his glove.

Late in the sixth, she watched his body slide feet first into home plate and just when he should have hit the ground, he somehow, miraculously regained his footing as he danced across home plate.

Then it was the bottom of the ninth. Bases loaded. Drake was up to bat. Full count. King’s Guards were ahead by one.

Everything came down to the next pitch.

The members of the Queen’s Guard were ecstatic. Drake Walker had never been struck out.

Never.

His men cheered, whistled and yelled their support.

“Come on, Captain!”

“You got this!”

“Yeah! Walker the Warrior up to bat!”

“Swing for the fences!”

“That’s The Rocket right there!”

Drake shifted his weight forward, leaning into his stance. Elbows up, bat drawn back.

He was ready.

A movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. He glanced at Riley, planning to give her a quick, cocky nod before knocking the ball out of the park and beating Liam’s guards by three.

The queen of Cordonia sat in the bleachers between the king and her personal assistant with a sausage on a stick twirling between her fingers.

She rubbed the tip of it across her lips and slid it into her mouth as she returned his gaze.

Fuck.

He was still staring at her when the ball whizzed past him.  

“Strike three! You’re out!”

Drake Walker had just been struck out by Alexandros Eliades for the first time ever. The King’s Guard were jubilant.

The Queen’s Guard not so much.

The walk back to the locker room was filled with comments ranging from “Shake it off”, “Good game”, and “Bound to happen sooner or later, no one stays undefeated forever” to “What the fuck was that Cap?”, “Distracted by a fucking sausage on a stick, really?” and “New name, Walker the Wiener!”

He barely noticed, still thinking about Riley and the sausage.

Meanwhile, Riley was  ready to explode. After watching Drake run, throw, bat and slide for three hours, she needed to see him, smell him, touch him. “Be right back guys!”

“Where are you going, love?” Liam glanced up from his phone, where he’d been approving next week’s itinerary.

“I think she needed another….snack.” Max told him, “Don’t worry, she won’t be long.”

It never took long when she was this riled up. Max also knew that one round wouldn’t be enough and he or Liam, or both, would be the likely beneficiary of round two so he wasn’t mad about it.

Men scattered out of her way as she barreled into the locker room. Her eyes traveled around the room, searching, until they landed on her target.

Drake stood at an open locker, shirtless, but thankfully still in the baseball pants. His sweat dampened hair hung in his face as he rummaged through the locker for his shampoo.

“Everyone out!” Riley didn’t bother to look to see if she had been obeyed. She always was. Half dressed men stumbled out of the locker room.

Drake looked up in surprise. “Riley! What are you-“

Her body slammed into his, her kiss demanding and insistent.

“Whoa! What’s with this?” He pulled away in amusement, “We lost, if you didn’t notice.”

“I didn’t. I was too focused on….other things.” She told him as she walked him backwards then pushed his body into the lockers.

“Other things?” He asked, amusement and desire lacing his voice. The smooth metallic coldness of the steel locker on his back was a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. A heat that had just ratcheted up several notches.

“Your team may have lost, but you’re about to score!”

“Oh yeah?” His voice suddenly hoarse as he spun her around, so she was pressed against the lockers. He kissed her, hard and deep before pulling away and stepping back. He hadn’t showered yet. Surely, she didn’t mean right now.

“Oh, yeah! Homerun, baby!” Riley jumped into his arms, locking her lips on his and wrapping her arms and legs around him, with such force that he stumbled back a little, the backs of his legs striking the wooden bench.

The bench toppled over, hitting the ground with a loud crack as baseball gear and equipment spilled everywhere. A catcher’s mask clattered to the floor, clothes skidded across the tile and a bucket of balls hit the ground with a thwack, sending balls bouncing in every direction.

Drake broke the kiss and turned his head to look over his shoulder, “Shit, we just-“

Riley grabbed his cheeks between her fingers, pinching them as she forced his head to turn so his eyes were focused on her again, “I don’t care. It can wait. I want you inside me now, Drake! I need you to fuck me senseless up against this wall!”

He turned his attention fully back to her as a loud growl was ripped from his throat. Their lips found each other again and his fingers dug into her ass as he lurched forward, slamming her against the lockers with a metallic clang.

Personal items tumbled out of his still open locker. A bottle of shampoo crashed to the ground with a dull thud, the plastic splitting open as the thick liquid oozed toward the drain in the middle of the room.

He pressed his body against hers, the proof of his arousal hard against her throbbing center.

He released her lips to gaze up into her eyes with equal parts adoration and heated lust, “I love you, Riley. So fucking much!”

Three years in and his hunger for her hadn’t diminished even a fraction. He always wanted her, but when she got demanding, it drove him to the edge of insanity.

Her legs tightened around his waist, her fingers pulled at his hair, “I love you too, now fuck me like you mean it!”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

“I need to get these fucking shorts off you first!” He dropped her to the ground, his hands frantically pulling at her clothing. How he was so turned on, so quickly, was beyond him, but she always had that effect on him.

His cock was rock hard and oozing thick, sticky fluid when he picked her up and entered her, slamming her body back into the bank of lockers.

She lapped the sweat from his body, buried her nose in the crook of his neck so she could draw his scent into her and luxuriated in the feel of his muscles tensing and coiling under her touch.

He thrust into her harder.

Her nails dug into his back and shoulders, her mouth bit and sucked at his neck and chest. She alternated between gentle licks and hard sucking, each new mark visited upon his body drawing louder and stronger moans from him.

“Fuck, Riley!” His breathing labored in her ear, “Hurt me baby, bite me harder!”

She complied.

She bit into his lower lip, raked her teeth down his neck and sank them into his chest as her body shuddered. Her teeth dug into his flesh harder as the orgasm ripped through her.

A string of obscenities spilled from Drake’s mouth as he pushed himself into her frenetically.

He felt her clenching all around him. Her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, her teeth on his chest and her cunt around his cock. He temporarily lost the ability to think as he slammed into her one more time, guttural sounds issuing from the back of his throat as he erupted inside her.

His body slumped forward into hers, their sweat mingling as his weight pressed against her, pinning her to the wall.

His teeth gently grazed the top her shoulder before his lips trailed tender kisses up the side of her neck. His forehead rested on hers with a rueful sigh, “I guess you should get out of here so the guys can come back in.”

“Probably.” She laughed.

He withdrew from her and eased her to the ground reluctantly. He never wanted to let her out of his arms, but it was hard to get anything else done that way.  

Outside the door, Drake’s men eyed each other as the muffled sounds of benches being upended and bodies slamming into lockers spiraled through the door and spilled into hallway.

“What is happening in there?” The newest member of the team asked in alarm, as he took a step forward, “We should go in!”

Marco stepped quickly between him and the door, “Slow your roll there, Lieutenant! Trust me, you do not want to go in there!”

Snickers ran through the group of men. The young lieutenant looked around hesitantly “But, it sounds like something’s wrong in there!”                         

“Trust me, she couldn’t be safer. She’s in good hands.” Marco replied.

More snickers rippled through the group.

“But we swore an oath to protect the queen!”

“We were ordered out by the queen, remember?”

“Yeah, but-“              

“Someone want to let the kid in on it?”

“On what?” Lieutenant Greyson Sullivan demanded, “It sounds like there’s a struggle going on in there!”

“Listen, kid.” One of the older guards looped an arm around him and lowered his voice conspiratorially, “Struggles aren’t the only things that can get heated, if you know what I mean.”            

“I…don’t.” The younger man blinked at the older man, whose name he remembered was Bruno.

“Oh, for the love of all that’s holy! They’re fucking!”

“What?!”

The older man released him with a sigh, “The king and queen have an arrangement…”

Blank stare.

Bruno tried again, “You know, a Cordonian arrangement, added to their marriage contract….”

Greyson blinked again as his eyes went around the hallway taking in the smirks of the other men in his new unit. He paled a little. “Oh! Ah….so…the queen and ….Captain Walker….”

“And the light comes on!” Bruno slapped him on the back with a hearty chuckle.

Greyson flushed. Of course, his new position required the utmost discretion and he had signed NDA’s to get the promotion. He just hadn’t expected to learn her secrets quiet so soon or for them to be so….salacious.

“So, does this kind of thing happen…often?” He asked.

More laughter came from the group as Marco answered, “Only with Captain Walker, so don’t get any ideas.”

Greyson flushed even deeper, “I wasn’t! I’m just trying to understand so I can do my job!”

“Right. Well, yes, this has always been a thing. They have some kind of a relationship. Whatever it is, he loves her.”

“How do you know that?” Greyson asked out of curiosity, “Did he tell you?”

Captain Walker talk about his feelings?” Marco snorted. “Not bloody likely! We don’t know all the details of course because no one tells us, and we don’t need to know to do our jobs. But you can tell how they feel about each other. It’s obvious.”

Marco shrugged and all the other men nodded.

It was in the way he looked at her, a tenderness in his expression that was there only for her, a softening of his features anytime she caught his gaze.

It was in the possessive way he touched her when he escorted her anywhere, his hand never leaving the small of her back as she walked, his body a fraction of an inch closer to hers than his position required.

It was in the way he talked to her, the way he talked about her and the protectiveness that went well beyond his job description. A reporter once suffered a broken wrist for reaching out past the stanchion rope and accidently grazing her breast.

It was in the small, intimate touches that happened a thousand times a day, quietly, discreetly, quickly, as they passed each other in the hall or shared a private moment in the corner of the room, a peaceful smile lighting his face as the rest of the room went about its business.

The brusque, military nature of their jobs didn’t promote a lot of touchy-feely conversations, but the camaraderie and familiarity bred from training, eating, sometimes living with each other, and the trust developed knowing they had each other’s backs, knowing they could trust the other men with their lives, all bolstered a deeper understanding.

There were things that didn’t need words to be communicated.

The door opened. “You can come back in now.” Drake stood aside as the men shuffled past him.

Greyson’s eyes widened in shock as he took in his commander’s appearance.

The captain of the Queen’s Guard looked like he’d been in a fight. Fresh bruises were forming along both sides of his neck and in several places on his chest. Crescent shaped wounds dotted his shoulders, and a bite mark beaded with tiny pinpricks of blood stood out on his chest. His lower lip was a little swollen.

The young Lieutenants eyes slid to the queen. A bright flush graced her cheeks, and her eyes were alive with ebullience. Her chest was still heaving, and his eyes dropped unbidden to run down her body.

A sharp blow to the chest took him by surprise as he stumbled backwards.

“Hey! Show some fucking respect! Keep your goddamned eyes to yourself!” Drake barked at the young Lieutenant with an icy glare.

“Yes, sir! Sorry, Captain! I didn’t mean any-“

“Don’t apologize to me, Sullivan! Apologize to her!”

Greyson flushed deeper than he would have ever believed possible as he stumbled over his words, “Your Majesty! I apologize! I didn’t mean any disrespect! I-“

“It’s ok.” Riley waved him off, “You’re new, right?”

He nodded.

Riley continued, “I’m sure today has been a surprising learning curve for you. Don’t give it another thought!”

Drake harrumphed.

“Drake,” She admonished gently, “Stop picking on the kid! This is all new to him!”

Drake said nothing, but after peering into her eyes for a moment, he relented. The annoyance on his face was replaced with a quiet reverence as he cupped her cheek and lifted her head toward him.

The captain of the Queen’s Guard stood in the doorway of the locker room kissing the queen goodbye as the rest of the guards scurried around setting the room back to rights, seemingly oblivious to it.

Greyson shook his head as he headed for his own locker. This job was certainly not going to be boring.

Riley found Liam and Max outside the locker room. She joined them as they waited for Drake. They were all supposed to have dinner together.

They didn’t have to wait long before men started to trickle out of the locker rooms.

Drake was showered and out front within fifteen minutes. “Hey, guys!” He called as he jogged up to the group.

“Condolences on your loss.” Liam told him.

Drake smirked, his eyes going to Riley, “It wasn’t a total wash. I’m good.”

“Hey Drake,” Max greeted him, “Good game. And your ass was on fucking point in those pants!”

“Really, Beaumont?”

“Really. It was a compliment. Can I touch it? Just once?”

“Touch….what?” Drake’s brow furrowed.

“Your ass!” Max waggled his eyebrows at him.

“What? No! Shut the hell up!” Drake answered as he hefted his equipment onto his shoulder and motioned toward the palace, “Let’s go!”

“Come on, baseball players slap each other on the ass all the time!” Max protested as he fell into step behind him.

“That’s different!”

“How?”

“Yeah, how?” Liam chimed in.

“I want to know, too!” Riley demanded.

“Just….it’s just different, ok?!”

“If you say so.” Max said, then to Riley and Liam, “But damn that ass! Am I right?”

 “That ass just don’t quit!” Riley agreed as she slapped it.

“You do have a pretty nice ass, Drake.” Liam told him.

Drake stopped walking, dropped the bag, threw his arms up in the air, and turned to face his best friend, “Oh for fucks sake! Not you too, Li!”

“It’s so nice and bubbly!” Riley interjected as she ran a hand over it.

“Right?” Max nodded his head vigorously, “But just the right amount of toned and bubbly!”

“Oh my god! Are all of you going to stand here and discuss my ass all day? Or are we going to get dinner?” Drake asked in a futile attempt to change the subject.  

“Guys, you should see him naked! He is a work of fucking art!” Riley linked her arm through his as she beamed at Liam and Max.

“Mmm,” Max agreed, “Yes, please!”

Drake blew out a breath in exasperation as he lifted the bag again, “Just let it go, Max, this is starting to get weird!”

Max shrugged nonchalantly, “If you didn’t want me to stare at your ass, you shouldn’t have worn those pants.”

“It’s part of the fucking uniform!” Drake spat. Turning his body toward Riley, he threw a hand out toward Max, “How is this not sexual harassment?”

“Oh, it totally is!” She giggled, “But I’ll allow it.”

“You’ll allow it?” Drake gaped at her.

“You didn’t mind when I sexually harassed you in the locker room earlier.” She purred at him.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “That was different!”

Riley tilted her head to the side as she pursed her lips, “I mean, technically our whole relationship is inappropriate, full of sexual harassment and should definitely be reported to HR.”

“But it wouldn’t matter.” Liam interjected, “I overrule HR anyway. And whatever my queen wants, my queen gets.”

“One of the many reasons I love you so much, my king.” Riley released Drake’s arm so she could step into Liam’s, rewarding him with a long, heated kiss.

“Now let’s go get dinner!” She said as she pulled away from him.

They turned and started walking back toward the palace.

“But in all seriousness,” Max said, “What’s your glute workout routine? I’ve been trying to build up my ass, but I just can’t get it to pop like that!”

Drake shook his head, “I can’t with any of you right now!”

“Even me?” Riley teased with a pout.

“Oh, I can always with you!” He reached for her hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

“Know what I want for dessert tonight?” Riley asked.

“What?” The three men asked in unison.

“All of you!”

“What?” Again, in unison.

Three heads snapped up. Three sets of eyes turned toward her with varying degrees of interest, curiosity, and nervousness.

“You heard me.” She answered, “Drake sleeps in the bed with us half the time anyway. Maybe tonight we can try something a little…. different.”

Usually when they all ended up asleep in the double king bed in the master bedroom of the royal apartment suite inside the palace, it was because they had fallen into an exhausted sleep after dealing with Ellie, or because Drake fell asleep keeping Riley and Max company when Liam worked late.

Sleep wasn’t what she was suggesting this time.

She watched their faces, waiting for their responses.

“You know I’m always pretty much down for whatever.” Max shrugged.

“I already told you,” Liam brought her hand to his mouth, “Whatever my queen wants, my queen gets.”

She turned to Drake, “Well?”

His eyes went to Max then Liam, then back to Riley, “As long as Beaumont promises to stay the hell away from my ass, I’m willing to try new things.”

“Perfect!” Riley exclaimed.

She walked through the deepening twilight, one arm looped through Liam’s and the other through Drake’s as Max trailed slightly behind them.  

She sighed; her heart full of contentment.

“It’s good to be queen.”

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[inkykeiji]

hi clari!! can i ask how you stay attracted to your bf sexually when you read/write a ton of smut/romance that is different than how your bf is in real life? i find myself thinking “wow i wish my bf was naturally like this character” when reading fan fiction with smut and feel weird about it asking him to be different when we have sex because it feels too forced/unnatural of him

hi hi!!!

well, while smut is—like all porn—a fantasy and kind of meant to be unrealistic (to some extent; obv because it’s fake we can do whatever we want and explore whatever we want in a safe manner!), i still do write like my favourite kinks and the type of consensual sex i like to have. i take inspiration from my own sex life for my writing; a line or two of dialogue, a certain position, how certain things felt or went, locations, situations etc. so i don’t really have the problem you’re talking about, because so much of my smut is already similar to what my boyfriend and i do!

i think if you’re feeling diminished attraction to your partner either because they aren’t meeting your individual + personal needs or for an entirely different reason, that’s definitely something to explore and dig deeper into. does your boyfriend know about your personal sexual preferences and kinks? like have you ever communicated these to him? i know it can be super super scary to bring this kind of stuff up, because you’re being very open and vulnerable, but i promise you communication is key here!!!

now, if you have spoken to him about it and he said he isn’t comfortable with it because it feels unnatural or forced, then that’s his choice and his decision to make, and that’s totally fine. in that case tho i’d probably reassess ur relationship and what needs are and aren’t being met, and how you can find compromises if there are any to be found or how to move forward so you’re both happy, comfortable, safe, and consensual.

but if you haven’t brought it up to him at all, i think it’s kind of unfair to assume it would automatically be a terrible experience and not something that (like all things!) comes with practice and gets better with time. my boyfriend and i seriously eased into exploring my daddy kink, and at first i was really really shy to use the word at all with him. then i started using it through text, then over the phone, then during sex & in person, and now we both use it all the time. it was a very gradual thing and we were learning what we did and didn’t like, and what does and does not work, together, which is half the fun! it will probably be awkward at first, but you guys can laugh about it and keep practicing until it isn’t awkward or wooden/forced.

if you’d like your boyfriend to be more rough with you during sex, or maybe incorporate some degradation and dirty talk, or try out bondage, or whatever it may be that you are into that isn’t happening in your sex life, tell him!!! let him know! and come up with a plan to incorporate it into your bedroom sessions. i know it doesn’t sound sexy to plan things, but trust me, it is not only important to do so but healthy to do so as well. i’ve said this before but my boyfriend and i will have lengthy discussions about new things we want to try the next time we fuck, and we always have a discussion after we’re done about what worked and what didn’t (if anything). boundaries and making sure everyone feels comfortable and okay are so so so important, and it’s something i think both vanilla couples and bdsm couples should do!

it really is so important to keep in mind that smut/porn truly is a fantasy where everything goes right and perfect right off the bat, but that obv isn’t what happens in real life. sometimes you try a position and it just isn’t it, sometimes you can’t stop giggling, sometimes dirty talk comes out cringy, etc etc etc. and that’s all totally fine and natural and normal!! it’s going to happen sometimes, and i think it’s also rly important to be able to laugh about it with your partner and just take it for what it is.

but anyway! i feel like this doesn’t answer you’re question but i’m sorry anon bb i don’t really know what else to tell you :( i write the type of sex i like to have, just more fantastical or heightened/dramatized!

#hopefully this makes sense my brain is mush after my psych assessment today >.< #i hope this helps a lil anon <3 #i am sending you the strength to be brave n talk to him if you haven’t already!! #have a fab night anon and pls stay safe and hydrated!!! #inky.bb #clari gets mail #clari gives advice

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5 Reasons Why Every Married Couple Needs A Sex Jar

Here's one of the funnest ways to save up a little cash. Guaranteed.

Shellie R. Warren

Oct. 15, 2018 06:48PM EST

This is one of those things I really wish I could take the credit for, but I can't. One day, while doing some research for a wedding article, I saw a "sex jar" on Pinterest. 

I read the fine print and the gist is this—every time a couple has sex, they agree to put some money into a big jar (or vase, jug or piggybank). It can be a quarter or $10, but something must go in there. Then, after six months to a year, the couple empties out the jar and uses the money to do something romantic. (Dope, right?)

Ever since I got hip to the sex jar concept, it's something that I incorporate into my marriage life coaching sessions. Now that I've got a few years of recommending sex jars under my belt, I've discovered a few other bonafide reasons for couples to invest in one. 

It's A Great "Sex Gauge".

Every couple is unique. This means that each one's sex life is going to be different. But if you're wondering how much sex is considered to be "healthy", there are plenty of articles that say if you're having sex once a week, you're actually doing pretty good.

So, what's the sign that you need a lil' more nookie in your life? I'll put it to you this way—20 million Americans are only having sex 10 times a year. Technically, that's what a "sexless marriage" is.

Since sex is great for your health (sperm included; I'm just sayin') and it's also one of the absolute best ways to bond with your partner, it's a good idea to not deprive yourself. A sex jar can help you to (literally) see if you are—or aren't.

It's One Of The Coolest Ways To Save Money.

I recently read that the average household has about $134,000 worth of debt (I also read 74 percent of engaged couples will take on debt in order to get married). Sometimes that's because couples don't have emergency funds or savings accounts that are strictly for vacations and second honeymoons.

If you and yours haven't gotten away in a while because funds are tight, peep this: Americans toss as much as—count it—$62 million in loose change every year. Every. Single. Year. By putting some of yours into your sex jar, not only is it a great way to tell how much sex you are having, it's also a fun way to hold onto your coins and save a little cash in the process too.

It Reminds Couples To Make Sex A (Top) Priority.

If you're someone who has a to-do list, tell me something. Is sex on it? If what you're about to say is you don't want to schedule sex because that doesn't seem very sexy, I hear you. I'll say two things about that, though.

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One, I promise you that scheduling it is better than not having it at all. And two, putting sex on your schedule can make the activity something that you look forward to during the week. Again, I am a marriage life coach but you don't have to take my word for it. There's a great read on this very topic here.

Just think. If you have a big ole sex jar in your bedroom and you walk past it every day, it's going to at least remind you to think of sex. And, the more we tend to think of something, the greater chance it has of becoming a priority (and for all of the reasons I've already shared, sex should always be a priority!).

It Reminds Couples To Make Romance A Top Priority Too

Question. How much romance is in your marriage? If that's too complex of a question, how about this one? When's the last time you and yours went on an actual date?(Picking up takeout or watching a movie on the couch does not qualify!)

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If you know that romance is lacking but you haven't been able to make it happen because funds are tight, this is just one more reason to get yourself a sex jar. Just think—if you have sex three times a week and you each put $5 in the jar for every time that you do, you'll have $30 a week/$120 a month to spend on going on a real date. (This sex jar thing is just getting better and better isn't it?)

It's An Awesome Gift To Give To Your Other Married Friends

As long as you have friends, there are going to be occasions when you'll need to get them a present. A sex jar is the kind of gift that keeps on giving! 

All you've got to do is go to a local arts and crafts store, get a big jar and (if you want) decorate it. Then attach a note that explains what it's for—maybe something along the lines of "Here's a piggy bank for all of the times you and yours are intimate. All you've got to do is put some money in it and watch the cash stack up!"

I'm telling you, out of all of the books I've read and tips I've given to married couples, this one right here is in the Top Five and continues to be a winner. 

Reward yourself—and your spouse—with a sex jar. You definitely won't regret it!

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.5--Episode 12

I have watched through S1E13; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for those further behind than I am.

So, @abovethemists, I hope this review satisfies your curiosity, I do my best! Your slightly ominous reply had me really anticipating this episode, and I must say I was not disappointed.

—First of all, how many times can I say “sexy” in one post?

—Rumplestiltskin’s saunter is just heavenly. I know I’ve already devoted entirely too much time to agonizing over the beauty of his body language, but that is absolutely the walk of a man who knows he owns whatever room he’s in. Also, that saunter just looks so gosh-darn good on him.

—Bit weird of Rump to always be spinning his web of deals when he could probably just smite everybody. Maybe he just thinks this is more fun? (It is, btw.)

—I love his clothes. Other characters’ costumes, particularly in the fairytale world, are generally mid-tier, with an occasional foray into either excellence or disgusting, but Rump’s clothes are always gorgeous. The leather pants, not everyone could pull off (but he does, trust me). The vests, whether they’re leather, crocodiley, and/or embroidered, have outstanding collars and cuts. Actually, the vests are the highlight of Rump’s wardrobe. And those satiny-type blouses are exactly the kind of blouse I dream of wearing.

—Mr. Gold looks great wearing sunglasses. I love the Rump content; that and coffee power my life at this point, but Mr. Gold has got it going too. So I guess my motivation in life at the moment is about 67% Rumplestiltskin, 12% coffee, and 21% Mr. Gold.

—Mr. Gold’s house is gorgeous. I would love to live there. The stained glass, the green-and-salmon paint on the outside…it’s just exquisite.

—Okay, so we got to see more of Mr. Gold’s mean streak in this episode, which to be honest is the main draw for me. Rump gets to be cutthroat all the time, but this is the first time Mr. Gold has really been ruthless.

—Actually, he’s a bit frightening. I think “menacing” describes him best; he’s surely more subtle than Rump—most of the time—but he’s still scary. I would not double-cross that man.

—Mr. Gold using his cane as a weapon was pretty cool.

—Rump’s house in the fairytale world is even more gorgeous than his “real” world house. I mean, it’s on a snowy mountain, and it’s huge, and very elegantly-decorated. The rugs are beautiful, and I love the sheer size of the rooms. And his furniture, what we’ve seen of it, is highly tasteful. Oh, and the curtains are stunning.

—I have no choice but to stan Belle, as I, too, would fall in love with Rump.

—I appreciate that we’re getting to see a little bit more of Rump and the Evil Queen’s deal in the fairytale world showing through. Although, if all he has to do is say “please” and she does whatever he likes, he could get so much more than he’s currently using that for.

—I’m sorry, but I just can’t take the Evil Queen seriously when Rump is in the same room or vicinity. He’s so much more powerful, and frankly more clever.

—While Mr. Gold became a bit more vicious, Rump got some new feelings. I love a good anguish-of-love storyline (even if I’m not entirely convinced yet that I like the romance angle for Rump). Him being the Beast in Belle’s story is pretty fine, though. I didn’t see that one coming.

—Speaking of pretty fine….

—Just kidding! To hear me talk, you’d think nothing but Rump happened in episode 12 (though he was the most important part) but I’m very happy for Ashley and her guy. They deserve to get married and have their happily-ever-after.

—I have nearly given up on remembering which spelling of Shawn/Sean/Shaun, or if that’s even his name in the “real” world.

—Almost forgot—what the heck is up with the Evil Queen locking Belle in the hospital basement?!! That’s insanely creepy!

—At least now I know for sure that both Mr. Gold and the Evil Queen are aware of who they really are.

—Rump covering all of the mirrors in his house so the Evil Queen can’t spy on him is top-tier brain usage. Although, one might wonder why he keeps mirrors in his house at all.

—Referring to my earlier side note, I have rather complicated feelings on romance being part of Rump’s motivation. On one hand, romance is a wildly cliche motivator for villains. Now, of course I have to acknowledge at this point that I have put Rump on a pretty high pedestal, but he deserves to be there. He’s much better-written, charismatic, and convincing than most villains I’ve seen. However, I’m pleased that romance is not what started him on his villainous path; in fact, having it be a secondary motivator is a somewhat fresh take on the cliche. I also have to add that it adds another dimension to his character, and that having his anger renewed at a point I’m assuming is years after his original turn to villainy is a clever idea. The problem is that when a love story enters the chat, it usually takes over, for any variety of character. If Rump escapes without being depicted as little more than a lovesick weakling, I predict that I will be, in the end, most pleased with the turn his backstory has taken.

#once upon a time #ouat #rumplestiltskin #belle #mr. gold #evil queen #Ashley #ashley's bf #Sean charming I guess #rumplestiltskin again #serious character development #top-tier episode #martianbugsbunny reviews

[thiefoflight68]

I Will Always Love You

Snippet of my latest Long FanFic

A fun Bakusquad/Bakudeku/OjiroxShinso story about a rock band and their antics, troubled past and new romances.

Phone buzzing, Izuku stopped pulling it from his pocket, “hey guys, it’s my uncle,” he ran catching up to the group. “I gotta take this.”

“We’ll be in this store here, come find us when you’re done.” Shinso started towards the door, seeing Katsuki follow Midoriya, he grabbed his arm. “He’s fucking fine for ten minutes.”

“Let the fuck go, you’ve been dragging me out shopping for a fucking month, I’m done.”

“No, you’re done when we find what we need. Fuck, come on, I have some new ideas for us.” Tugging him through the door, he shot a look back to Izuku, he was sitting at a small table by the front door. “See he’s right there.”

“Make it fucking quick,” Katsuki clicked his tongue, watching as Kiri and Sero were already pulling clothes off the rack.

“Fuck, I love thrift shops,” Sero pulled a leather cowboy hat off a shelf, “whaddya think Yuga?” Putting it on, he spun around for him.

“Get that,” Yuga pulled it off his head, putting it on his own.

“Oh yeah, fuck, we gotta get that,” Sero’s eyes wide, his man looked outrageously sexy.

“Here, try this on,” Shinso handed Katsuki a shirt and vest combo.

“What the fuck is this shit, I’m good.” He pushed it back to him.

“Just go fucking try it on already, ten fucking minutes, the band, remember us? Ten damn minutes.” Shinso’s face was bright red.

“I fucking remember you, but this is stupid.”

“Fine,” Shinso leered at Katsuki, thrusting his hips up against his body as he squeezed his firm ass. “Go ahead and cuddle up to that sweet hole that you can’t have. Get me that much closer to landing this one.”

“You’re getting really close to dying Freak, I’m not fucking kidding.” Ripping the clothes out his hand, Katsuki stalked to the fitting rooms in the back.

Digging through the next rack, Shinso could feel eyes on him, he spun around. “I know you’re my bodyguard, but could you fucking guard me by standing outside?”

“You’ve been pushing him hard Toshi, especially in the concerts, he’s gonna snap on you.”

“What the fuck do you know driver? I’ve known him since he was a pup, believe me I know how far to go with him.” Purple eyes gleamed, “talk about someone bending to a strong hand.”

“Bakugou?” Ojiro shook his head, “never, other way around, he needs a soft touch.”

“What are you? Some fucking psycho analytical doctor or something?” He glared at him. Turning back to the clothes on the rack , he tried to focus on what he was looking for, he felt him move closer. Shinso clenched his jaw, the fucker had pulled back from him so fast it’d made his head spin. He’d warned him, so it hadn’t been a shock, or so he thought, but the fucking whirlwind of emotions that had been cascading through his mind since that day had been a huge surprise. It really pissed him off.

“I know people, always have and right now I can see you’re angry, fucking going 100 miles an hour to destruction.”

“Well that happens when someone fucks around with me.” Shinso turned on his heel to move to the next rack, Ojiro’s hand gripped his arm stopping him.

“I didn’t fuck around with you, I stepped outta line for about two seconds, but if you recall I was clear about everything after that. This is my damn job.” Ojiro’s nostrils flared, his mouth set, “my fucking life.”

“So do your job and go outside and guard me, leave me alone. I’ll follow your rules and won’t be a dick to anyone in this store, except for Bakugou.”

“And me.”

Flashing him a fake smile, he smiled sarcastically, “and you.” He heard him breathe out heavily before heading to the door, the store beeper going off as he stepped outside. Squeezing the cloth of the shirt in his hand tightly, Shinso closed his eyes. He hated that the asshole never got irritated, that he couldn’t push him like Katsuki. He hated that he was so fucking close all the time, but mostly he hated that he couldn’t be with him.

“Hey Shinso, what about these boots? Check ‘em out!” Kiri pulled down some purple boots, “they look like Daphne boots!” He laughed running over to him.

“Fuck you Kiri,” he tried to shake himself from his thoughts. Looking at the purple boots, he blinked, “shit those are nice, what size are they?”

Taking his uncle’s call Izuku found a spot by a coffee shop next to the store they’d entered. The entire street was lined with strange shops, he spotted at least four thrift shops, a smoke shop and what appeared to be a men’s lingerie shop.

“Midoriya.”

“Hey Mr. Aizawa, what’s up?”

“Not good news, they blocked our first try, minors are protected like crazy in this industry, so we’re going back showing that Eighth is doing the same thing.”

“Oh, okay, any news on the release of the promo?”

“No, but someone leaked this morning that the tour is starting in three months, my guess it will be soon, probably in the next few weeks.”

“Meantime Eri just sits and waits.”

“At least she’s back in school now, something to do.”

“I guess,” Izuku frowned, he felt like Eri was being strung along, “I’m sure she’s not happy though,” his voice irked, he picked at the wooden table with his nail.

“I’m doing what I can!” Shota shot back. “Go read the contract yourself,” he snarled, “I left you a damn copy.”

“Sorry,” Izuku murmured, “I know you’re trying.”

“Look, this is going to be tough and it may never happen. She could be stuck in that shitty contract. The only other breach clause is defamation of character, that can be tough, I’ve never seen anyone go down for that.”

“Defamation?”

“To do something that ruins your image to the point of making no money, or fans leaving you. Usually with stars its the other way around, most fans go nuts over stars being stupid. The P.V.’s don’t even have it in their contract, hell, I want them to go around and fuck with stuff, gets them on the news.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Shota tapped his fingers on his desk, he could hear the disappointment in his nephew’s voice, he leaned back in his chair. “At least the P.V.'s are doing well, that video, nice job, looks like it made the top ten today.” He clicked on a webpage plastered with The Pointless Vandals, it seemed like they were everywhere now. “I also like the interview you did live with Todoroki, it’s been picked up by several international music outlets.”

“Really?” Izuku was happy for Todoroki, he hadn’t been able to scoop him with Eri, so an exclusive interview around the new video had been his way of apologizing.

“Really, I just emailed you some stuff, I’ve got three different countries asking for them to tour.”

Sitting up straight Izuku looked into the store, he could only see Sero and Yuga, “international?”

“Yeah, good job, I always thought it was Midnight with the Lollipops but maybe it was you?”

“NO, no it was Midnight, I learned from her.” He heard his uncle chuckle softly.

“I like managers that don’t backstab either. Midoriya, when you get back, if you’re dead set on going home, I won’t stop you.” Shota hefted a sigh, “but damn, you’ve got something here. If you gotta fuck him, do it, but could you think about where this band could go with you?” The silence on the other end was deafening, he smiled, “Okay, sorry, you’re the one, the wedding fund is going into place. Think about it though, okay? Look at the email and let’s work on dates.” He hung up the phone. Spinning around in his chair, he stared at the huge poster of the idiots. How did this fucking shitty band turn it around so fast? Could it really be his bumbling nephew? Whatever the reason, they were starting to fill the hole the Lollipops had left behind.

Tucking his phone in his pocket, Izuku peered in the store, he didn’t see anyone. Ojiro was leaning on the wall by the entrance. “They still inside?”

“Yep.”

Glancing at the male lingerie shop, Izuku thought for a moment, “do you mind telling them I went to buy a shirt? Text me if you leave, there’s something I want to look at for a moment.” He blushed a deep red, “alone,” he added quietly.

“Sure,” Ojiro smiled, “this street’s got everything.”

“Yes it does,” Izuku smiled wistfully, crossing quickly with the light.

Ojiro laughed, Bakugou was one fucking lucky bastard. Manager and band member seemed to be working, but again, they were on tour, in close quarters, what about later? He hoped Midoriya was thinking this through. Walking to the small café he bought an iced coffee. He felt a pang as another rush of emotions hit him, fuck, was he going to regret not pursuing the purple brat? He’d been so close to taking the next step, teetering precariously. Seeing him with another person had laid him low. He couldn’t shake the image of his arm around her waist, fuck, not a moment went by where he didn’t think about him, what might’ve happened. What if Vlad hadn’t thrown him a fucking lifeline and reeled him back to safety? He was thankful, even if it did hurt like hell, at least he knew where he stood now. His own life was easy, not twisted and fucked up like his. He needed to stay impassive and cold, it was his specialty, they didn’t call him the machine for fucking nothing. Swirling his coffee cup, he drank, letting the bitter liquid soak on his tongue.

The shop was small, sandwiched between a thrift store and a shoe store, Izuku looked in the window at the display of sexy G-strings for men. Kacchan had liked his jocks, he’d worn the pairs he had, Izuku sighed, but nothing seemed to entice him to play with his ass. At first, he’d thought it was because of his inexperience but lately Kacchan seemed to avoid his butt altogether, focusing on masturbating in every way imaginable. Grabbing the door handle, he paused, everything they’d been doing together was incredible but he’d hoped for more. Biting his lip, he glanced back across the street, maybe Kacchan just needed a nudge, he went inside before anyone saw him.

“Hey.”

A soft voice in the back of the store caught Izuku’s attention, a man stood in front of a pile of multi-colored underwear, he was clipping tags on them. “Oh, hi.” Izuku stared at all the merchandise, eyes wide.

“Need something in particular?”

“Um, underwear?” Izuku looked at the wall of underwear and clothing that were for all kinds of fetishes.

“What are you into?”

“Nothing like this,” Izuku pointed to a leather outfit with chains. “I’m looking for something that would be similar to a jock, but,” his face burned a bright red.

“Sexier?” the man laughed, walking over to a rack. “These are great, some in different fabrics and colors.” He waved him over, “let me look at you.” Izuku walked over to him cautiously.

“Look at me?”

A smile cut across his face, “your ass, lemme see it, that way I can pick something out for you.”

“Oh,” Izuku's cheeks bloomed another shade redder, he turned around pulling his pants tight around his butt. The man whistled low. Izuku looked in the mirror at himself, “what?”

“Fucking Shangri-la that ass there.”

“Shangri-la? You mean the city from the book?”

“Yeah, imaginary, made up,” he looked at his backside again. “Your ass, it’s like a drawing or something, don’t see many like it, round at the top, but with a full smooth curve. If you ever need a job, you could be a model for underwear like these, every man in the world would buy this shit if it was on your ass.”

“Um, thank you?” Izuku wasn’t sure to be offended or flattered.

“I’m flatter, so I go with that style there.” He pointed to another pair of underwear, “gives a fuller look, but you,” he glanced at his ass again, “just need to frame that Mona Lisa.” Laughing at his own joke he dug through the styles. “Whoever gets to see this on you is one lucky man,” he winked.

“I guess.”

“You guess? Believe me, he’s very happy.”

“I suppose, not sure,” Izuku mumbled. The man held up two pairs from the rack, his eyebrows raised.

“That wasn’t a very confident answer.”

“I like that one,” Izuku pointed to a black pair that had a thick netting fabric. The back appeared to be circular.

“Good choice, want to try it on?”

“Can I?” The attendant handed it to him.

“Try this one too, I think he’d like it as well.”

Taking both garments, Izuku followed him to a small closet that had been turned into a fitting room. “Thanks, I’ll be right out.” He closed the door and began undressing.

“Are you trying to spice things up with these?” The clerk waited but there was no answer. “Sorry, if I’m being rude, I’ll leave you alone.” He wandered back to his pile.

Letting out a sigh of relief as he heard him head back to the counter, Izuku pulled on the first pair and the guy was right, they framed his butt perfectly. If this didn’t move their sexual games to his backside, he was ready to give up. Pulling his pants back on he approached the clerk, “do you have any like these in red?” He held up the pairs he had tried on.

“Yeah, we sure do, they looked good?” He laughed as he caught the mischievous glimmer in his green eyes. “It's fun to seduce your man, right?”

“It is, and you’re right, I’m trying to spice things up, well more like get things going.”

“Going? Is your man not into those sweet cheeks?

“He says he is,” Izuku leaned on the counter and sighed, “but he doesn’t do anything, you know, from behind, he wants to go slow.” He laughed harshly, “honestly I’m getting a little desperate.” Izuku closed his mouth shut, he’d just spilled his sexual frustrations to a complete stranger.

“Go slow, what do you mean?”

“Well, we only do things from the front, um” Izuku played with the underwear, “he never touches my butt, well except for a pat or squeeze.”

“Uh, sweetie your man, he’s not a bottom, is he?”

“A what?”

The clerk thinned his lips, “oh honey, let’s back up and start with you. From this underwear that you're buying I’m guessing you prefer to be the one getting, well not sure how to say this even delicately, getting it?”

“OH! Um, I think so, yeah,” Izuku blushed, “I tried a few things once and it seemed to be enjoyable.”

The shopkeeper looked at him closely, “sweetie have you even had sex?” The flame of red on his cheeks answered his question. Eyeing him, he moved to another display, “let’s back up another step. As one bottom to another, let me help you out. If your partner is a top, and,” He looked at him pointedly, “you need to figure that out right away.” Shaking his head, he looked back inside the display. “If he is a top, and you’re a virgin, what you need to do is prep. He’s right in that regard, you gotta go slow and get ready. These are the best we have.” He pointed to a shelf in the cabinet.

“What are they?” The entire shelf was filled with various toys, “oh, I’ve seen these before.” Another wave of red washed over him, Izuku touched his cheeks, he was never going to be any color but red in this store.

“This one,” he reached into the cabinet pulling out a box, “it’s soft, not thick and has a small end, you could go jogging with this thing in, I started with this one.” Leaning down he whispered wickedly, “wearing one now.”

“You are!” Izuku couldn’t help it, he stared at his ass. “Sorry,” his eyes darted back to the plug.

“Don’t be, it sounds like you don’t have anyone to talk to, I really don’t mind,” he held up his hands, “look where I work. I’m basically a sex therapist, just a whole lot cheaper.”

“I guess so, but how does this work?”

“It’ll soften you up, it’ll make it easier for him and then, well maybe he won’t be as worried about the first time.”

“You said I could jog in it?”

“Yeah, sure can, might make you cum though, so I wouldn’t go out very far,” He giggled, pushing two across towards him.

“Wait cum?”

“They’re supposed to make things feel good, if it doesn’t, then honey, don’t stick anything else in there.”

“Oh, okay,” Izuku laughed nervously. “Why two?”

“Work up, not sure how big your man is, this one is small,” he lifted the first box, “and this one is bigger,” he pointed to the second one. “You need to get as close to his size as possible.” He pointed to a row of dildos, “any of these look like him?”

“Uh,” Izuku studied all of the items in the cabinet, “these are all too small.”

“Fuck,” he blanched, “it’s always the big ones, huh?” Walking to a shelf he pulled down another box, “you can add this to the mix but this might be more challenging.” He handed him a larger dildo. He watched as his green eyes grew wide. “More his size?” He chuckled.

“Yes,” Izuku nodded, “this is much closer,” adding it to his pile, the attendant went quiet.

“Closer? Okay look, you need to start wearing one of these today, like now.” Reaching up he grabbed a tube of lube, “I’ll throw this in on the house.”

“Now?” Izuku squeaked.

“Sweetie, if he’s a top, who’s that big,” he pointed to the dildo, “and you show up wearing that underwear, you need to get things ready.” Ringing him up, he pointed to a small door. “Bathroom in the back, holler if you need help,” he smiled.

“Thanks, I think I can handle this, are you sure it’s okay?”

“Why do you think we have a bathroom?” He shooed him into the back.

“Where the fuck is he?” Katsuki looked up and down the sidewalk.

“He said he wanted to go into a store he saw, something about a shirt,” Ojiro kept his face straight.

“Fuck,” he glanced into the store, Sero was still paying for his hat and some clothes for Yuga. “Which way?”

“He said he’ll text us.”

“Why do I feel like you’re both up to something?” Katsuki clicked his tongue.

“What the fuck do I care if he buys a shitty shirt?” Throwing his now empty coffee container into the recycle bin, Ojiro stretched. “How many more places is he going to drag us to?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, he’s in a damn mood, could take him a while to blow off steam.”

“This really does it for him?”

“Yeah, but he’s worked up hard right now.” He raised a brow accusingly at Ojiro.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe that’s his problem.”

“I’m a damn driver asshole, not some fancy ass musician or manager, I live a different life, so leave me the fuck alone.” Pushing into the store, he walked to the counter where Sero was laughing with Yuga. “What’s next?”

Holding his bag tightly in his hands Izuku came back into the small shop, he’d given up trying to stop blushing, it was impossible. The clerk beamed at him.

“Well?”

“Uh, yeah, it all fits.”

“That’s good, by the way be careful.”

“Be what?” Izuku’s brows shot up.

“Your ass, it’s nice, but because of your shape it’ll move things around a little more than usual, so you might feel it faster than others, get my drift?”

“Move things? Okay, I think I understand.” Izuku sighed, what had he gotten himself into? “Thanks for your help,” he pushed the door open to leave.

“Oh! And if he turns out to be a bottom, just use the dildo on him.” The clerk called out laughing.

Izuku stared at him for a moment, the thought of using the dildo on Kacchan just about dropped him to the floor. 

#bakudeku #bakugou x izuku #shinsou x ojiro #bakusquad #mha fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

[cherryeol04]

Action! | Ch. 28 (M)

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 1.4K

Summary:  From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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No One’s POV

Walking into the bathroom, Aron raised a brow as he stared at his naked lover, standing in front of the sink. “What, starting without me?” he teased as he closed the door behind him and locked it, just for good measure. The hall hadn’t been a good idea, considering anyone could have walked out and saw them, including the one person they were all still a little iffy on, JR.

Minhyun turned and looked at Aron, smirking. “Well you told me to meet you in here. Why else would we be in here?” he asked.

“Well we could have talked about Ren.” Aron said as he walked over, slipping his arms around Minhyun’s waist. The taller male slipped his arms around Aron’s neck, pressing up against him.

“Now why would I want to do that when I could be having fun with you?” Minhyun asked, stealing a quick kiss from Aron. The other smirked, hand smacking Minhyun’s ass.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve created a monster.” Aron teased, laughing as Minhyun pouted at him so cutely. “A cute, none threatening, sex addicted monster.” He added.

“Hey! I’m not sex addicted.” Minhyun protested. Aron’s brow rose again and he laughed. Did Minhyun honestly think Aron would believe that? The other knew better than that. Minhyun was addicted to sex as much as Aron was.

“Don’t lie to me beautiful.” Aron said and Minhyun pouted again.

“Fine.” Minhyun said and smirked. He slid his hand down Aron’s bare chest, nails gently raking over the flesh. “Mmm, you’re so sexy, you know that?” he asked, looking up at him.

“I do.” Aron said, smirking. “So, my Minnie wants to take care of me?” he asked, licking his lips. Minhyun nodded his head as he worked on opening Aron’s pants. “What does my Minnie want to do?” he asked. Minhyun lifted his head and smiled sweetly at Aron.

“I want to suck your cock.” He said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Aron choked on air at Minhyun’s statement. His Minhyun was a shy guy, well mostly. Even in the bedroom he still got shy. But this was the first time he ever heard such foul language leave Minhyun’s lips. And Aron really liked it.

“Oh please do.” Aron groaned. Minhyun laughed as he finally got the pants open and pulled them down, Aron’s member springing forth.

“Eager are we?” Minhyun asked, glancing back at him.

“Well when you request something so nicely, how could I not be?” Aron asked with a shrug.

“You’re a horny old man.” Minhyun teased.

“Hey, I may be horny, but I’m certainly not old.” Aron corrected. Minhyun chuckled and pulled back, letting Aron step out of his pants. He shifted and leaned up against the wall. “I’m ready.” He said.

“About time.” Minhyun teased as he followed Aron to the wall and stood before him. “And remember, try to be quiet.” He said. Aron opened his mouth to protest, but Minhyun pressed their lips together in a heated kiss. Groaning, Aron pulled back and stuck his tongue out at the other.

“I’m not the noisy one.” He reminded the other with a smirk. Minhyun shook his head and lowered to his knees. It wasn’t the first time he had given Aron oral, but it was the first time he initiated it. He still didn’t believe he was any good at it, despite Aron’s praises all the time. Reaching out, Minhyun gripped Aron’s member and looked it over before licking the tip teasingly.

“Oh fuck.” Aron groaned, eyes fluttering closed. Minhyun laughed at that. He hadn’t even really started and already Aron was making noises. Minhyun licked at the tip a few more times before wrapping his lips around the head and sucked on it. “Yes.” Aron hissed out.

Looking up at the other, Minhyun grinned around the flesh as he worked it between his lips, tongue flicking against the tip. He loved Aron’s taste. It was so exotic and spicy. Minhyun took more of Aron into his mouth, groaning as Aron’s hips suddenly bucked, pushing him deeper. Reaching up, he gripped Aron’s hips tightly, holding him back as he pulled off his cock.

“Are you trying to choke me?” he asked. Aron looked down at Minhyun, cheeks flushed hotly.

“Sorry baby. It was so good.” Aron panted and licked his lips happily. Minhyun smiled and stood, kissing Aron hotly.

“It’s okay. It was kind of sexy.” He purred against the plush lips. Aron smirked as he pulled Minhyun closer to his body. Fingers ran over the round cheeks, kneading them carefully.  Two fingers moved between the cheeks, but were stopped as a hand grabbed his wrists.

“Minhyun?” Aron asked confused, looking up at him. Minhyun smirked as he pulled the hand away and turned around slowly. Stepping back, he leaned into the strong body, rubbing himself against the other’s cock.

“Just take me. I’m still loose.” He told him. Aron didn’t need to be told twice. He loved being inside of Minhyun as much as he loved being in Nu’est, of course they were two different types of love. Reaching down, he guided his cock to Minhyun’s hole and pushed in, hands gripping the pale hips and pulled him back against him.

“Oh god!” Minhyun cried out. Aron growled as he reached around and covered the other’s mouth. Yeah, Minhyun was definitely the noisy one.

“So hot Minhyun, love it!” Aron groaned, hips jerking, thrusting himself in and out of the other. He could feel Minhyun shivering against him as he mewled against his hand. His little lover was such a sight and Aron never got tired of staring at him. So beautiful. As Aron grew closer to his release, he let his hand slip from the other’s mouth and instead, wrapped it around Minhyun’s chest, pressing him back against him as he fucked him harder.

“Aron! Fuck Aron!” Minhyun called out, head thrown back, eyes closed tightly. Pleasure coursed through his body and it was driving him crazy. Aron was hitting his prostate, making him jerk, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm. He was almost there!

“Please.” Minhyun begged.

“Please what?” Aron asked, lips grazing over his ear.

“So close, please…need more.” Aron smirked, arm slacking, hand moving down the other’s body slowly. He gripped the other’s cock, stroking it quickly.

“Oh god yes!” Minhyun cried out, cock twitching in Aron’s hand. The other’s touch was so hot and intensified his pleasure. “Cumming!” he called out, jerking as he started cumming into Aron’s hand.

“Oh fuck yes Minnie.” Aron hissed out as Minhyun’s ass tightened around his cock. He gave a few more thrusts before his orgasm took over and he came inside the other once more, filling him up again. “So good.” He groaned, eyes closing as he leaned back against the wall.

Panting, Minhyun leaned back against Aron, trying to collect himself. He felt amazing, Aron always made him feel amazing. Turning his head some, he leaned in and kissed Aron’s lips gently. “I love you.” He whispered, smiling at him.

Aron groaned, returning the kiss tiredly. “Mmm, I love you too baby.” He purred. He nuzzled against Minhyun’s neck and sighed constantly. “I’m seriously tired now. We should head back to bed.” He said. Minhyun groaned, not really wanting to move, but he knew they couldn’t stay in the bathroom all night.

“Oh fine.” He muttered and pulled from the other. Aron slipped out of him and he groaned at the feeling. He felt so empty, but so full at the same time.

“Hey, don’t be like that. We can cuddle when we get in bed.” Aron said and hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. Pulling back, Aron grabbed his pants and pulled them up once more.

“I know.” Minhyun said and chuckled as he grabbed Aron’s boxers and slid them back on. Once decent enough to leave, Aron unlocked the door and opened it. Taking Minhyun’s hand, he walked out with the other and headed back to their room for a long night of cuddling. Because he knew if he didn’t get it in now, it was going to be a while before they could cuddle and he could be alone with Minhyun so long as Ren was still having his issues, which he still had to find out about.

Yes, it was going to be another long week.

#Nu’est #Nu’est fanfic #Baekho #Ren #Minhyun #Jr #Aron #Dongho #Minki #Jonghyun #Baekren #Minron #Baekren fanfic #Minron fanfic #Nu’est imagines #Nu’est scenarios #Baekren imagines #Baekren scenarios #Minron imagines #Minron scenarios #Kpop #Fanfic #Kpop fanfic #Kpop scenarios #Action! #Romance #Humor #Fluff #Internalized homophobia #Externalized homophobia

[leviathans-watching]

hiya levi! can i request doing a modeling gig with mammon?? it can be anything really, maybe like a romance model ad?? i don’t have any specifics other than the gender of the reader which i’d like to stay neutral!

modeling with mammon

includes: mammon x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

warnings: light thirst, mild self-doubt for just a quick sec, jealousy on reader's end

a/n: hello! this was so fun to write and i'd def consider a part 2 tbh. thanks ofr requesting and i hope you like it!! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so stop by!

please reblog 🤩🤩

you give mammon a thumbs up from where you’re sitting at the edge of the set, widening your smile even as jealousy crawls up your throat. he’s got a gig, and extended an invitation to you, something you accepted, of course.

however, you hadn’t realized it was a cologne ad, something that would have normally been fine, but the directors had decided on an alluring, sexy vibe to fit the scent. meaning mammon was modeling with someone. someone who was all over him.

logically you know they are just coworkers, and there is absolutely nothing there, but the sight of the model running their nails up his (bare!) chest made you want to scream.

okay, so you were territorial. but who could really blame you?

“cut!” the director yells for the nth time. “this just isn’t working. there’s no chemistry between the two of you today.”

ducking his head, mammon apologizes.

“we’re on a time crunch,” the director continues. “we have to get this done today.”

“can’t you find a different model?” someone with a clipboard asks, and the director sighs.

“no one else is here today. everyone else is doing external shoots or had the day…” he pauses, his eyes landing on you. “you! have you ever modeled?”

you point to yourself. “me?”

“yes, you!” the director marches up to you, examining you closely.

“um. no?”

he waves his hand. “that doesn’t matter. you’ll do fine. and there should be plenty of chemistry between you judging by the way mammon couldn’t keep his eyes off of you earlier.”

you eye mammon, face heating slightly.

“whoa, whoa, whoa,” mammon butts in, crossing his arms. “you want mc to model?”

the director nods. “yes. it’s perfect! the human will add a little je ne sais quoi to the shoot, don’t you think?”

you hesitate, watching mammon. it’s his realm of expertise, isn’t it? what if he doesn’t want you to model? what if he thinks you’re not camera-worthy? oh god, you wouldn't be able to take it.

“mc can model if they want,” mammon says finally, relieving you. “but they gotta get paid for it, ‘kay? what the other model is gettin’!”

of course mammon’s paying attention to the money.

“of course,” the director agrees easily, before turning to the other model. “and don’t worry about it too much, darling. we’ve all got off days. i’ll still pay you for today, alright?”

the other model nods, scurrying off set. you’re quickly enveloped by a group of demons, handed clothes to change into. you change, and then there are hands in your hair, makeup brushes ticking your face. you swallow, a little nervous.

“you’ll do great,” mammon says next to you, startling you. “it’s always a little nerve-wracking to be in front of the wide lens at first, but i’ve got you. after all, what’s to worry about when you’re with me?”

normally you’d tease him for the cheesy line, but his abs are directly in your line of sight, distracting you from your original response.

too soon and it’s time for you to go. you watch mammon get into position easily, then it’s your turn, and you’re directed to press yourself into him, to darken your eyes, whatever that means.

you try your best.

“perfect!” the director enthuses as the cameras click and flash. you feel like you’re hardly breathing. your hands are pressed up against mammon’s cheat, the skin smooth and firm under your hands, and your faces are mere inches apart.

as you watch, mammon smirks, raising an eyebrow devilishly.

“yes! that’s what i mean by darkening your eyes!” the director says, and you bite your cheek, trying not to move. you can feel mammon’s breath on your face, and heat is all but radiating off of him, and you realize he’s firmly in his element.

it seems like the shoot lasts for an eternity, but it’s all too soon when you’re told you can move. you pull yourself off of him, hands sliding against his chest for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and is it just you, or does mammon seem sad to see you go?

the photographer shows you and mammon some of the photos, and you can’t deny they look good. even if you don’t really look like yourself.

“hell yes!” mammon says, flipping through the photos. “we’ll be rich from this! mc, yer goin’ to be the next big name in the industry!”

“oh, no,” you deny. “once was enough for me.” your heart is still racing.

mammon pouts. “ya didn’t like it?”

“i liked it,” you assure him. maybe too much. “but only because i was doing it with you.”

and oh yeah, you understand what it means for eyes to darken now, you think, watching mammon’s face.

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #swdom #obey me game #mammon x you #mammon obey me #mammon #mammon x y/n #shall we date mammon #mammon shall we date #mammon om #om mammon #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x gn!you #obey me x you #obey me scenarios #leviswriting-obeyme

[btsgotjams27]

All Grown Up ~ JJK | 6

✨ title: all grown up | series (completed) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | → rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ warnings: noona kink, older woman, younger man, kissing, oral (m,f), unprotected intercourse, significant age gap (9 years), confident Jungkook, cocky Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, crappy mom, but overall Jungkook is the sweetest, most romantic boy who's fallen in love | warnings for each chapter will vary ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done. ✨ can also read on AO3 or Wattpad

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✨ chapter six ~ slow dances can't lead to anything good | wc: 1.9k ✨ warnings: kissing, jungkook's a flirt and he knows it

"I can be your date if you want," he said confidently as you choked on your water.

You clasped your chest. "What? No, it's fine." Jungkook as your date to a wedding? He's got to be kidding. Everyone would have a field day, especially your mother.

He flashed a half-smile. "I'm serious. That way you're not stuck with some random guy. At least you know we'd have fun together, right?"

He did make a valid point. It would be a fun night with Jungkook around. "But Jin isn't some random guy and nah…I can't. You're like my little brother." You reached out to try and boop his nose but he grabbed your hand.

"I'm not that little boy anymore and I'd appreciate it if you stopped thinking of me in that way." His response and gesture took you aback. He could clearly take care of himself and was more confident. Maybe him moving abroad helped boost his confidence level. You found it rather sexy that he stood up to you.

Jungkook let go of your hand. You became timid and regretful for not thinking of him as someone who was grown up. You, of all people, should know how it felt when people didn't look at you as someone who was capable of taking care of themselves.

"Right, you're right. You're twenty-four now, and I'm sorry. I should see you as an adult and not a little boy anymore." You stared at the empty margarita glass in front of you, picked it up, and licked the salted rim. How does one move on from this conversation? Then he moved closer and pinched the back of your arm, interrupting your thoughts.

"Hey, you okay?"

You sent him a half smile and nodded. He gently moved his hand away, and now his fingertips were slowly grazing up and down your spine, trying to calm you. But it was only making you hot and bothered, then he began circling his way across your back.

"You're not feeling sorry for yourself again, are you?" You shook your head no and straightened your posture. He only then realized maybe you weren't comfortable with him touching you.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

You peered over at him with sleepy eyes. "Hmm? Oh no, you're not. I always feel safe around you."

"Noona, should we get some more drinks?" He was about to wave the bartender over but you stopped him.

"Kook, I'm okay. I shouldn't have any more to drink. I don't want to do anything I'll regret."

"Do something you'll regret? Like what?" he asked in a curious tone.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and you chuckled nervously. You knew exactly what could happen if the two of you kept drinking, but you knew better, or at least you thought you did.

"I'll forgive you if you buy me a drink."

"Forgive me? Did I hurt you that bad? And why aren't you paying? Aren't you grown now?" You scoffed using his own words against him.

"Please Noona....your words hurt me. I'll be thinking about it for days, months, years," he joked, clutching his heart. "My heart is aching."

God, he was so dramatic sometimes. His brown doe eyes began to glisten and twinkle as he began to pout and look at you. That stupid pout. You couldn't resist it.

"Meh, I'm okay if you hate me forever. I don't mind. I can live with that," you chuckled.

He rolled his eyes at you, then waved down the bartender again.

"Four shots of tequila, please."

Did Jungkook think you'd take shots with him right now? The real question was, should you even be drinking anymore? You had several glasses of wine with Yuna at the bridal appointment, and a margarita. By this rate, you surprised yourself at how tame you were.

The bartender poured four shots in glasses in front of you guys. Jungkook pushed two of them your way. "I told you I'd make it worth your while right? Come on Noona…live a little. You deserve a bit of fun." He held his glass towards you, hoping you'd take the bait.

You hesitated, weighing the pros and cons of taking these two shots.

Pro: They'd help you relax a lot more. Not like you had any reason to be nervous.

Con: You may make a mistake you'll regret later on.

"I hate you, Jeon," you stated reluctantly, picking up the shot glass and clinking it against his.

He couldn't be happier that he coerced you to taking shots with him. A devilish grin swept across his face as he downed his shot. The two of you grimaced at the taste and burn down your throats.

"Come on, one more," he said, picking up the next shot glass, and handing you yours.

"And here I thought I was a bad influence. Oh, how the tables have turned."

He laughed, clinking his glass against yours again.

Jungkook groaned after taking the last shot, and then clapped. "Okay, then how about a dance?"

You shook your head no and waved your hands in distress. You weren't drunk enough to dance. "No, no, no. I definitely don't dance."

"You're lying. I've seen you dance before when Yuna would throw house parties."

"Oh god, you remember those house parties? Weren't you supposed to be sleeping?" You admit that you and Yuna were not the best babysitters. Especially if Jungkook saw what happened at those parties. Sometimes they got out of hand, and you weren't even sure you were sober for most of those parties.

He laughed. “You guys were not good babysitters.”

“Yeah we were horrible.” You laughed. You couldn’t even deny it. “But all that dancing was when I was younger and didn't give a care in the world.”

"And what? Now that you're older, you care about what other people think about you? Where's that carefree girl that I once knew? Besides, no one knows you in this bar except me and you said you felt safe with me. So then, what's the harm?"

He was right. There was a time when you didn't give a fuck about what people thought about you. What changed so much?

He tilted his head towards the dance floor and held out his hand. You were reluctant to take it because if you took his hand, you wouldn't want to let go. You didn't budge so he grabbed it and made you get up. You huffed and puffed as he dragged you onto the dance floor. As you stood in front of him, you realized how muscular and taller he had gotten over the years. Your forehead being the perfect height for a kiss. You gulped as you stood there slumped over in front of him.

"Did you forget how to slow dance or something?" He chuckled. "It's not that hard. Come on...."

He held your left hand in his right and put your right hand on his shoulder. His other hand on the small of your lower back, pulling you in closer to him. Your insides becoming warmer, and your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. You were hoping that sweat wasn't coming down from your forehead wasn't visible to the naked eye. You found yourself staring into the deep curve in his collarbone. Then making it's way to the little chocolate chip mole underneath his bottom lip. It was delicious enough to want a small taste. Your hand on his shoulder came down to rest on his toned pec, peering out from underneath his unbuttoned shirt. The two of you swayed gently to the next song that came on.

You could see him darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips as he gave you a nervous smile. Your stomach fluttered, with what seemed like a kaleidoscope of butterflies trying to escape from inside. No one has made you feel this flustered in a long time.

I don't know who loves me...

His smell was intoxicating, like how someone smells when they step out of a hot shower.

"Noona…"

You glanced up at him, with eyebrows raised and there was this alluring twinkle in his eyes when he gazed back at you. "Hmm?"

"You look beautiful tonight," he said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your hair. His fingers lingered on your cheeks, the pads of his thumb outlining your jaw, taking his time to take all you in. You could feel your face getting warmer and your heart beating faster.

Your gaze flew away from his eyes to the few people sitting at the bar. "Jungkook...don't."

“Don't what?”

“Say stuff like that.”

“Why not? It's true.”

“I'm in a very vulnerable place right now and I'm very susceptible to compliments from very handsome men.”

"Maybe that's what I want." He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“Someone's cocky.”

He softly chuckled and brought you in closer to him, your temple now resting against his cheek. You could feel his hums vibrating throughout your body. Being in his arms felt so warm, almost forgetting the world around you and all the drama in your life. The crowd around you started to dwindle and the bar became bare. He broke apart to spin you around and dip you. You laughed as he pulled you back up.

“See, I told you you'd have fun.”

You nodded in agreement. The last song cut out and the bartender shouted a 'last call' for drinks. You let go and stopped dancing, about to grab your bag but Jungkook lugged you back to him.

“It's time to go, they're closing.”

“Come on Noona, we have a few more minutes.”

“There's no music playing.”

“I'll sing then.”

You looked at the clock behind the bar and it read 1:30 AM. "You have two minutes."

"I'll take it." He grabbed his phone and began playing a song.

We were so beautiful, we were so tragic, no other magic could ever compare, lost myself 17, then you came and found me…

He continued singing until the manager kicked you both out. He asked to walk you home and everything in your body was telling you to say no, but a yes came out. You've never walked through the city at this hour, let alone be up this late but you would for him. You didn't want to dwell on it, but he was making you feel alive, making you feel hopeful and excited about life. You were walking a few steps ahead of him when a soft breeze blew through making you shiver. He took off his jacket and put it on you.

“Thanks.”

“You don't get out much huh?”

“How can you tell?” you asked sarcastically.

He chuckled.

“I wasn't expecting to stay out this late. I'm going to blame you if my sleep schedule is all out of sync.”

As you reached the door to your apartment, you took off his jacket and handed it back to him. "Thanks for walking me home. I'll see you when I see you?"

He nodded and proceeded to walk away.

“Wait, Jungkook…”

“Yeah?”

Without thinking, your hands cupped his face and you reached up and brought your lips to his. It took a moment for him to realize what was happening before he started kissing you back. His lips were soft and gentle, everything you imagined it would be. It quickly became heated. His hands tightly gripped your waist, pushing you against the door. His tongue swiping at your bottom lip, hoping to get more access to you. Your hands tugged at his soft wavy hair, pulling him as close as you could. You couldn't believe you were kissing your best friend's little brother and then you couldn't get out of your head and suddenly broke the kiss.

“What's wrong?” he asked, out of breath.

“I'm sorry Jungkook. I shouldn't have done that.”

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[wornoutmouse]

Bakugou Birthday Bash

Yall already know, we gon act like i aint disapear

I got 40 different things that I’m writing about right now but I got to get something out for fireball here. I KNOW I’M LATE ASSHATS CALM DOWN!

Fun Fact: Guys play with our nipples cause they think they feel the same as theirs. This isn’t true because a guy’s nipples are 3 times more sensitive than a female’s. 

Fun Fact 2: Getting your cervix hit during intercourse is only pleasurable to VERY few individuals and overall causes pain or discomfort to the majority.

Exhibitionist, 3-some, rough sex, train, consent is sexy, slight dacryphillia

You could feel your heart beating with anticipation, in your mind, you repeat the same mantra over and over again. “This is for Katsuki.” Currently, Bakugou, Kirishima, and yourself were having a movie night. You had spent the day with Katsuki dragging him throughout the city taking him to various places for his 25th birthday.

In the morning, you made him breakfast in bed consisting of smiley face porridge with the eyes being eggs, smile being bacon, with sausage eyebrows. Bakugou was not amused, to say the least. Afterwords you did his hair separating the blond hair into two braids marveling at the black streaks intertwining themselves. “Do you like it?” Bakugou sleepily grunts, burying his face into your cleavage when you finished. “I just want to go back to bed.”Shaking your head you grab your outfit and walk towards the bathroom. “No can do Kats, I go the whole day planned for you, this isn’t going to be like your last birthday.” 

After going out to the shooting range, a nearby spa, and having brunch at his parent’s place much to his distress. “Katsuki put a smile on your face for once, you know you love my Unagi!” You laugh as you watch Bakugou pout at the feeling of his mother ruffling his hair. “Shut it old hag..” His father only chuckles before resuming his conversation with you.

When you finished the reunion, you drop Bakugou off at home before going to pick up Kirishima. As you drove back, you could tell Kirishima could sense your nervousness. He placed a hand on your thigh to get your attention, “You know that you can always opt-out of this, I don’t mind we can just have a normal movie night. “This” was a plan that you had both been creating together. 

Ever since high school, you knew Bakugou had a soft spot for the redhead going far past causal friendship. And it wasn’t until last year that you accidentallt heard Bakugou mumbling his name in his sleep accompanied by soft moans. At first, you understandably felt a bit jealous despite being in a relationship with Bakugou for the last 6 years but as you thought about things more and more, a mischievous thought came to you, now leading up to the current moment.

“I’m fine Ejirou, this is just something I’m not used to.” you exhale and smile a bit more determined after saying your doubts out loud. “But I can’t back out on my own plan.” Kirishima flashes his signature shark tooth smile before facing forwards again. Now, with both of you sitting with Bakugou in between, the tension was high in the air and it was up to you to make the first move. 

“This movie is stupid, why would she even run after him after he called her stupid!” “Uh, Bakugou, you call me and Y/n stupid all the time?” Bakugou huffs leaning back on the couch. “Yeah but that’s different...you are.” You would have laughed if you hadn’t decided to make your move. You rest your arm on Bakugou’s shoulder playing with his braid that had long since frayed from your day’s activities.

He pays no mind, eyes focused on the corny romance movie he rented from Redbox. The movement of bright yellow catches Kirishima’s eyes as the TV screen flashes white from a scene change. He decided to take the more direct approach by putting his hand on Bakugou’s thighs and squeezing the skin there. Katsuki’s hair skips from your grasp as he twitches from the contact. “Hey watch your hands shity hair.”

Kirishima hums but doesn’t move his hand. You allow silence to go on for a moment as Bakugou gets back into his movie. When Bakugou relaxes enough, you snake your hand to his crotch and squeeze his dick through the pants. Bakugou’s attention lands on you almost immediately as his hand clamps down on your wrist. You ignore the tight grasp and rub your thumb over his dick, feeling it twitch with nervous interest. 

Bakugou leans towards you harshly whispering, “What are you doing idiot, Ejirou is right here.” You bite your bottom lip before whispering back your reply, “Well you better be quiet then don’t you think Katsuki?” Ruby eyes glared at you but the blond remained silent before gripping his braid nervously. He bounces his left leg as you resume your light teasing and does his best to focus again. 

You notice Kirishima’s movements and feel adrenaline run throughout your body. Kirishima does the same as you, whispering in Katsuki’s ear, lips only a breath away from touching skin. “Hey Bakugou, we should have brought some snacks don’t you think? I’m kinda hungry.” Underneath your hand, Bakugou’s breathing falters, “Ah, yeah well you should have brought your own snacks I’m not getting up from here.” Kirishima peeks at you from behind Bakugou’s head sending you a wink. 

Rubbing his wrist Kirishima pulls a hair tie from his arm and puts it between his teeth. At the same time, you unzip Bakugou’s pants and make direct contact with his cock. Kirishima focuses on how Bakugou’s adam’s apple bobs when he makes eye contact with him. Bakugou’s eyes watch as Kirishima’s muscles ripple as he ties his hair up into a bun and you resist the urge to laugh as Bakugou’s dick goes full mast making a smacking sound as it hits his stomach. 

That seems to bring him back to reality and he quickly covers himself when he catches Eijirou staring at his exposed groin. “Ah shit, what the hell Y/N!?” Bakugou jerks his head towards you accusingly, cheeks red with embarrassment and teeth bared in anger as he prepares to chew you out. Your hand, now resting behind Katsuki, motions Kirishima to Bakugou’s dick as the blond chews you out. “Are you trying to make me fucking upset-ah fuck!” 

With one hand by his face to tuck stray hair behind his ear, Kirishima uses his other hand to hold Katsuki’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks around the rest of his dick. The look of confusion was forever present as Katsuki tosses an apologetic look at you willing his eyes to focus despite the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “Sh..Shitty hair what the hell do you think you’re fucking d-doin?!” Bakugou’s hips jerk up as he rises to the top of his toes. He places his hand on top of Kirishima’s head but not to pull him away as he tried to make it seem.

Eijirou jerked his cock delicately before mouthing at Bakugou’s balls that tightened underneath his lips. “I don’t...Y-Y/n fuck, I’m sorry...ah..its....I...feels so damn good1” Remorseful moans leave Katsuki’s mouth as his eyes screw shut. You push his hair away from his face in order to see him better. The hand you had laying in his lap is grabbed and gripped tightly almost as if he was afraid to let go of you. 

With his head tossed back, you take the initiative to bite his neck softly, drinking in the whimpers that exit his mouth. “Relax and enjoy your birthday present Katsuki.” You turn on a table lamp and slide to the floor, pulling Kirishima down with you. With the lights now blazing, Bakugou could no longer chalk up the current situation as a really bizarre dream as took in the view of both of you occupying his lap. Kirishima abandons his cock for you to take care of as he slides his tongue up Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“Relax Bakugou and let us take care of you.” Katsuki helplessly grips Kirishima’s shoulder with gritted teeth. “Get your fucking mouth off my nipple asshat...it feels fucking weird.” Both you and Kirishima chuckled at the insults Bakugou attempted to use to hide his embarrassment. Kirishima moans obnoxiously as he rolls Bakugou’s nipple with his tongue before biting down. “You two planned this didn’t you?” 

Bakugou’s usual attitude came back before you could even notice and by the time you did, it was too late. The hand that was previously caressing your head tightened against your scalp and you were soon being pushed down Bakugou’s cock. Kirishima looked down at the sound of you choking, eyes going wide at your puffed cheeks and teary eyes, but it was too late for him as well. Kirishima’s man-bun was grabbed and yanked giving Katsuki access to his neck that he abused with bites. “Fucking assholes had me over here confused and shit all for your little birthday present.”

His strokes were slow and torturous to your throat, grinding slowly inside before stopping and holding your face there just to feel your mouth constrict due to limited oxygen. “And how long have you known shitty hair? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you a reward” Kirishima (the snitch) winces as his hair is pulled again. “About half a year.” Bakugou hums and kisses Kirishima. Through watering eyes, you watch as Bakugou forced his tongue inside his best friend’s mouth. “Good boy.” Looking down at you, you feel a shiver go throughout your body and you could tell you were in for a rude awakening.

“Is it safe to assume that you were the source Y/n?” Your forearm is grabbed and you are out on top of Bakugou’s lap. “Yes.” Your answer is rewarded with a slap on your covered ass. “I’m gonna make sure you regret that. Both of you, take off your clothes.” Pouting you poke Bakugou’s chest, “No, that’s not how this is going to work, we both wanted to make you feel good.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking at Kiri who shakes his head innocently disagreeing in order to save his own skin.

“You are gonna make me feel good.” Bakugou slides his hands under your shirt pulling it off. “I’m going to feel so good watching you two break.” Bakugou caresses your chin placing a ginger kiss on your chin before pushing you off. “Now take these damn clothes off.” 

You and Eijirou watch him leave the living room and go elsewhere, “We really are in for it aren’t we?” You nod solemnly, “There is nothing good coming out of our bedroom. I'll tell you that Kiri.” Kirishima sat steadily, face and shoulders painted red with a warm blush, “Well at least he took it well.” you jokingly slap Kirishima’s shoulder to ease the throbbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. The male’s eyes look at the hand on his shoulder for a moment, contemplating his next move. You watch, heart rate increasing at the serious look  the normally smiling man held. Kirishima grabs your hand and places it over his chest, sliding it down his abdomen effectively bringing you closer to him.

When you were close enough, you and Eijirou lock lips passionately. His right hand held your face gently as his left pulled your lower body towards him. Your mouth consumed the moans Kirishima let out as the tip of his cock caught the rim of your belly button. When you pull away, one of Kirishima’s shark-like teeth nips into your lower lip, drawing blood. The look of you out of breath, chest swelling, and plump kiss-bitten lips turned Kirishima on more than he thought he could be. “She’s sexy without even trying huh?”

Bakugou’s gravel-like voice startles you both, Katsuki walked closer before squatting behind you. Your afro is drawn back by Bakugou and he forcefully kisses you, exploring your mouth feverishly leaving you unable to keep up. You are the one to pull away when you become out of breath and allow yourself to be manhandled against Katsuki’s chest while he leans against the couch. Scarred hands spread your legs exposing you to Kirishima who had no problem ogling you. “You see how wet she is for you shitty hair, don’t let my presence stop you.”

Eijirou scoots closer on his knees, grabbing your legs. When he brings his face closer, Katsuki spreads your pussy lips apart with his index and ring finger, stroking your clit with his middle finger. You sigh into the feeling before jumping when Kirishima slaps your cunt, “Look at that she’s quivering.” Eijirou hikes your legs over his shoulders,  burying his face in your warm cunt without a care about your juices covering his face. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking incessantly at the small nub, heightening your pleasure. 

Reaching past you, Bakugou holds Kiri’s head and presses his face down into you, “Get in there Eijirou and quit playing before I kick your ass out.” You squeeze your eyes shut as a warm muscle pushes its way inside your needy hole. Your back arches and Bakugou is forced to hold your legs open lest you close them shut on Kirishima’s head. Bakugou leaves tender kisses behind your ear, rubbing your legs tenderly. The touches sent feelings like electricity through your core and you felt your blood race as you came closer to orgasm.

Kirishima laps at your pussy once more before pulling away, leaving you on the very edge of your release making you whine. “She’s so sweet Katsuki.” Kirishima whimpers softly, before messily kissing Bakugou. Their tongues wrapped against each other as they share your taste. From the small of your back, you could feel Bakugou grind his hips against you. You reach your hand down to finish yourself off but without even looking your hand is grabbed by Kirishima who instead guides you to his throbbing cock.

 It was red, most likely from the light teased your living room carpet caused while he was eating you out.The groan that you rip from Kirishima as you stroked him, shocked both you and Katsuki. 

Kirishima stops the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two. Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed at you as he spoke to Bakugou, “F...Forgive me Bakugou, but I need to be inside someone or someone inside me before I burst.” Bakugou smirks holding your chin so you can look at him, “What do you think princess?” You look at Kirishima who indeed looked to be on his last straw with a smirk. “It’s your birthday Katsuki, you should get first pick.”

Bakugou furrowed his brow more than your thought possible, “You sure you don’t mind?” Playfully biting his cheek you give a reassuring smile, “I planned this baby, if I mined, we wouldn’t be here.” Bakugou grunts in response, giving you time to get off of his lap before pushing Kirishima onto his knees, “Hey asshole, remember that time you painted my gauntlets purple?” Kirishima smirked, “You still mad about that? Lavender is your color Bakubro.” Katsuki glared at the redhead, slapping his ass, “Don’t call me that when I’m going to be balls deep inside you.” Looking back over at you, Bakugou gets an idea, “Stop twiddling your fingers and making me feel bad and get over here.”

You did a shit job at hiding your happiness as you cutely scooted towards the two males. “Shitty hair, you’re going to fuck her while I fuck you, and if you cum inside I’m going to blow your ass off the face of the earth.” It took until Kirishima was positioned over you and Bakugou had taken place behind him that Kirishima finally realized the reality of Bakugou’s threat. “Wait a second, how do you expect me not to cum from all the stimulation?!” You watched Bakugou shrug over Kirishima’s shoulder, “Not my problem.” A disgusting squelching sound is heard and you feel Kirishima shiver as he laid over you. “Have you done this before Katsuki?” 

Bakugou was silent and Kirishima’s eyes widened and you quickly grab his face to avoid his fear-stricken expression reaching the excited blond. “He’s got this Kiri, trust me, can’t be any different than normal anal right?!” Kirishima rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the skin there, “Is this you telling me you’ve done anal before?” You both laugh, having a moment of comfort despite the strange situation. “Mmmm.” Kirishima hums quietly, vibrating against your skin, you could feel him rocking against you and most likely against Bakugou’s fingers. “Ahh, fuck~” 

“You good Eijirou?” Bakugou rests against Kirishima’s body, biting his shoulder blade. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” Reaching in between the two of you, and you felt him lining himself against your opening. “Ah, you’re...you’re not wet anymore. I’m sorry.” Kirishima puts his fingers in his mouth, briefly stopping to whimper loudly around them, “Ah there it is.” Bakugou smirks from behind Kirishima, and judging on how much Kirishima starts to shake, he repeatedly abuses said spot. It is then your turn to feel pleasure as Kirishima takes the task to finger you open.

You raise your legs and wrap them around Kirishima’s back to get a better angle and the room is mostly silent besides the obvious noises of prep. Something that made both you and Bakugou dawn a notable smirk was how loud Kirishima was being compared to the rest of you. From Bakugou’s end, Kirishima was fucking himself back on his fingers sucking them in greedily, hips rotating just to be able to feel his prostate being stimulated again. From your end, Kirishima’s hands shook as he tried to angle himself inside of you so much so you had to help him. “I’m so damn close, fuck. Bakugou you gotta give me a moment man!” 

Both you and Kirishima moaned when Bakugou smacked the red head’s ass causing his hips to jerk forward. “You better hold it in, I haven’t even started yet dumbass.” Kirishima grunted as Bakugou penetrated him. “Y/n, I can’t, fuck I can’t!” Eijirou had his eyes clenched shut. Bakugou snapped his hips against him, making Kirishima fuck you as well, “Come on Eijirou, you can do it, you feel so good.” 

Kirishima’s cock curved right, making your toes curl from the stimulation. Bakugou held onto Kirishima’s hips hard, most likely to leave indents later on. Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you, simultaneously meeting Bakugou’s thrusts. “Y/n, you feel so damn good. So fucking w-warm!” You bear down on Kirishima’s cock, squeezing around him. “Why are you talking so much Eijirou, you close to cumming?” Kirishima narrowed his eyes at Bakugou’s taunt, “Fuuck, Y/n why does it feel like he’s getting harder, eveRy time.” The sound of Kirishima’s voice cracking was comical yet arousing. 

Your fingers curl on Kirishima’s back as his thrusts got sporadic occasionally thrusting so hard he grazed your cervix, causing brief discomfort. “Your so damn tight, Eijirou, damn!” Bakugou’s stomach contorted with each thrust, feeling Kirishima’s hole constrict around his cock at every drag. It was as if Kirishima was simply a doll between the two of you, that you used as a stress ball. Kirishima was loud at this point, gripping the sheet around your head hard enough for him to rip even without activating his quirk. 

Wordless babbles, left his mouths, his eyes rolled behind his head, as Bakugou speeds up. “You should see the look on his face Katsuki!” Kirishima kisses you roughly as a way to combat your teasing. His tongue lazily roams your mouth, lips vibrating at the broken moans you both let out from Bakugou’s brutal onslaught.

Kirishima quieted, your ears barely picking up on him muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly. “B-Bakugou, stop, I’m gonna cum, let me pull out.” Kirishima tosses his hand back, brushing it against Bakugou’s abdomen in an effort to slow him down. “What nonsense are you speaking Eijirou? We aren’t stopping till I cum” Bakugou grabs Kirishima’s struggling arm, and holds it behind his back. The rest of Kirishima’s weight flops down on you creating sweet friction against your clit, and Kirishima’s modestly trimmed bush of hair. You hold Kiri closer with your legs as your orgasm builds to greater heights. “But you said-” “I know what I said dumbass, and it still stands. Now shut up and take it.”

Eijirou moans as Bakugou speeds up his thrusts. Bakugou holds him down by his shoulder no longer giving Kirishima space to even thrust into you. Bakugou relents on thrusting and instead relies on the sheer force his weight caused every time he slammed down on Kirishima’s hips. “Bakugou-” “Shut up for fuck sakes!” Bakugou clamps his hands on Kirihsima’s mouth and nose, cutting off his hair flow. You grab “Katuski’s hair and pull him towards you in a violent kiss. 

You make a sound of alarm at the feeling of warmth feeling your body. Bakugou uncovers Kirishima’s mouth feeling him tighten so hard around his dick and Bakugou cums as well after a few weak thrusts. Kirishima had tears of overstimulation flowing down his face, mouth open as he continued to pump hot cum into your hole. “Damn you really couldn’t hold on huh?” Kirishima shook his head, clearly on cloud nine, still filling you with so much cum, you contemplated on taking to brands of birth control. Bakugou looked down at you, watching as you pet Eijirou’s head reassuringly. “Did you cum?” You shook your head, kissing Eijirou’s temple. 

Bakugou nodded before jerking Kirishima’s legs pulling him out of you at the same time making you both hiss from the pinch-like pain. Bakugou turns Kirishima on his back and helps your straddle him. Staring up at you with wide eyes,  Kirishima felt like prey under the watch of hungry lions. 

“What...what’s going on guys?” Your thumb rubs over Kirishima’s hardened nipples, watching his toned belly contort from the external stimulation. “Kiri..” you pout your lips mockingly before grabbing Kirishima’s cock that laid limp against his stomach. His red eyes followed your body down to your pussy. You rubbed his dick over your cunt, hovering over him. His hips twitching when your thumb presses down underneath his girthy head.

“I haven’t came yet.”

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