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If I talk about this…
#No I refuse to utter words#LOOK AT HIM#he’s doing it on purpose#ohhh I want to peg him so bad#star wars#tbb spoilers#the bad batch#the bad batch spoilers#tbb hunter#sergeant hunter#the clone wars#tbb
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truth or drink! (couples edition): choi yeonjun
based off those truth or drink videos by cut on yt! who's next?
other parts:
beomgyu & taehyun "my ex + my boyfriend edition"
soobin "engaged edition"
kai "blind date edition"
nsfw! (minors dni.)
welcome to truth or drink!
couples will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.
“hi, i’m y/n.”
“and i’m yeonjun.”
how long have you guys been together?
YOU: “nine months.”
YJ: “nine months, really? i thought it was already a year.”
YOU: “that friends with benefits stage doesn’t count, i think.”
YJ: “ohhh, okay, okay.”
how did you meet?
YOU: “we had a class together in our freshman year of college and i thought he was sexy.”
YJ: “that’s it? you weren’t like attracted to my kind nature and generosity?”
YOU: “no, you just looked like you had good dick.”
yeonjun shrugs at the camera, a small smile on his lips.
YEONJUN: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever said about me to your friends?
you immediately reach for the bottle of fireball, pouring your shot glass to the very top. yeonjun glances at you, to the camera, and back to you, a disbelieving puff of laughter leaving his lips.
YJ: “was it that bad?”
YOU: “you used to be an asshole, jun.”
YJ: “...okay, fair.”
YOU: when was the last time you masturbated, and where was i?
YJ: “this morning. and you were right next to me.”
YOU: “why didn’t you wake me up?”
YJ: “you’re like the devil reincarnated in the morning.”
YOU: “i thought you were into that?”
YJ: “...”
you smile as yeonjun quickly pours himself a shot.
YEONJUN: what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done sexually with an ex?
YOU: “pour me a shot.”
YJ: “no, no, i actually wanna hear this.”
YOU: “oh my god. uh—okay. i fucked one of my exes with a 10 inch tentacle dildo.”
…
YJ: “can we try this sometime?”
YOU: “yeonjun.”
YOU: if i was put in a coma, how long would you wait for me?
YJ: “at least a good… year? maybe two.”
YOU: “wow… you wouldn’t wait an eternity for me? am i not the love of your life?”
YJ: “hell no. you run up my wifi bill.”
YEONJUN: when was the last time you faked an orgasm and why?
YOU: “i've never faked one.”
YJ: “you heard it here, folks.”
YOU: what would you think if you caught me watching porn?
YJ: “without me?”
YOU: “he’s actually said this before.”
YJ: “what if it was me?”
YOU: “‘again?’”
YJ: “okay, next question.”
YEONJUN: if our sex life was a porn genre, what would it be?
YOU: “dominatrix meets pegging meets cuckhold meets—”
YJ: “none of this is true by the way.”
you give him a pointed look
YJ: “some of it is true.”
YOU: have you ever had a crush on any of my friends before we started dating?
YJ: “you never brought me around your friends!”
YOU: “i’m pretty sure i did, like once or twice. it would’ve been awkward 'cause they knew we were fucking.”
YJ: “i brought you around my friends and they knew—wait, did you have a crush on any of my friends?”
YOU: “...pour me another shot, please.”
YEONJUN: name two celebrities you’d want to have sex with if we weren’t together.
you immediately take a shot.
YJ: “woah, wait why?”
YOU: “because i’d like a peaceful drive home.”
YOU: how many sexual partners have you had?
YJ: “maybe like… seven. eight?”
YOU: “you’re lying.”
YJ: “i’m not! do you think i’m a whore?”
YOU: “well, i’m dating you, so yes.”
YEONJUN: have you ever thought about cheating on me?
YOU: “you already know, but i’m taking a shot.”
YJ: “this is actually a funny story. so, there’s this guy named soobin—”
YOU: “okay, slow down—”
YJ: “and y/n didn’t cheat, but they asked if we could have a threesome—”
YOU: “we did have the threesome, by the way.”
YJ: “yes, we did.”
YOU: “we should call him later.”
YJ: “nah, i think we scared him off for good.”
YOU: have you ever considered having an open relationship?
YJ: “surprisingly, no. this is probably the first stable relationship i’ve ever been in and i don’t have any intentions on being with someone else right now.”
YOU: “agreed.”
YJ: “you’re all mine, baby.”
YOU: “...can i take a shot, just for that?”
YJ: “shut up, you love it.”
YEONJUN: what’s the one thing you would change about me?
YOU: “hm… well, you do get super defensive about the littlest things.”
YJ: “i do not! what the hell?”
you deadpan the camera.
YOU: what’s my biggest flaw?
YJ: “you’re like a borderline workaholic.”
YOU: “i agree with that.”
YJ: “and me?”
YOU: “hm… you’re very, very forgetful.”
YJ: “i’m like dory.”
YOU: “yea, except dory is actually cute.”
…
YJ: “is the video almost over?”
YEONJUN: what’s your favorite thing about me?
YOU: “you always manage to make me feel safe and loved, even when my confidence is really low.”
YJ: “woah… i thought you were gonna say my stroke game or something.”
YOU: “i mean… that too.”
YOU: why do you love me?
YJ: “who said i love you?”
YOU: “cut the cameras.”
YJ: “i’m kidding, i’m kidding. um, well i feel like i always have? like we’ve been friends for so long, but no one has ever made me feel the way you do. i’ve never been happier… like i’m my true self around you, and i know i can be because you’d never judge me for that, yknow?”
YOU: “awe. guys, i’m gonna cry.”
YJ: “they’re actually crying, look. zoom in.”
YOU: “and that’s a wrap! thank you for watching this video! don’t forget to like and subscr—”
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I have to ask, what are your thoughts or head canons on Daddy Reiko?? 👀👀 For scientific research
Ohhh buddy, do I have some thoughtsss.
As always, NSFW unde the cut, minors do not interact!
TW! Reiko needs a tw for being himself LMAO. Dom/sub described. Brothel mentioned. Pegging mentioned.
Reiko Headcannons
SFW
At first I couldn't see this man wanting any steady relationship or situationship. He just seems like the type to hop on into a brothel and handle whatever intimacy needs he has. Also he felt like the type to see relationships as purely sexual.
But then again, have you seen how loyal this man is??? It might take him a while to settle into a relationship, but once you're his he's never letting go.
The type to complain about you being clingy and then refuse to let you get out of bed in the morning. He brags about how you can't function without him and that you're so devoted to being by his side, but really, it's the exact opposite.
He's extremely jealous and tends to scare off assholes that try to flirt with you, but once you're alone together afterwords he's just grumpy and pouty. He won't admit that he needs kisses and reassurance, but again, once you start to hold him, kiss him and tell him you're his, he relaxes and there's no escape for you.
My favorite idea of a relationship with him is where he has a really soft s/o that loves to sew and garden and bake, but is actually badass, and it makes him flustered.
NSFW
Man is rough and fast. Like seriously dude, please slow down!!
Definitely eager, but more for his own pleasure. He's not a very attentive lover, but I don't think he'd keep going if he knew he was hurting you in a bad way.
Definitely prefers receiving rather than giving, but he does crave to have his head in between your thighs sometimes.
He's definitely only down for being dominant when you first start the relationship, but honesty?? Let's say you're also a dominant person who doesn't back down easy. I think if you're really forward and blunt when it comes to the act you'd gain the upper hand by flustering him.
A grunter, but if you can break down his walls and you're on top, he tends to whine and moan very softly. It makes him embarrassed and he'll get annoyed if you point it out, but once he's lost in pleasure he lets out the sweetest noises.
Demands kisses and cuddles after the act. Will fall asleep before aftercare, so you'll have to take care of that yourself, but he does enjoy bathing with you the morning after.
Will refuse if you ask to peg him due to his toxic manliness. But secretly, he would enjoy it.
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 1#mk1#mk#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat imagines#mk x reader#mk reiko#reiko#mk reiko smut#reiko headcannons
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Part 2
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure you’re sure?”
“Yes!”
“It’s really gross, Lindsey,” Heather reiterated, still clutching Brandon’s hand, “and it…might be a little weird.”
I nodded, showing my resolve, I spent the last 3 years of their relationship watching Brandon treat my best friend like absolute shit. I think it would help a lot to see her clean up his actual shit.
Heather sighed and shrugged, “Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. Brandon followed this command quicker than he did the others. Eager to get out of his soiled diaper, he clambered down immediately. Heather went over to the side of the couch and pulled out a large pink bag. I didn’t even realize it’d been tucked away there the whole time.
She rummaged through it a bit and pulled out a disposable mask. “For the smell.” she said, “You’re gonna need it.”
“Don’t you need one?” I asked, noticing she didn’t grab one for herself.
She shook her head, getting down on her knees between Brandon’s spread legs. “Na, this isn’t even a bad one.” Judging by how awful this one smelled, I’d hate to see what Heather thought of as a ‘bad one’. I got down next to her, a little behind, but peeking over her shoulder.
Heather exhaled, then put on a jovial face. “Okay Brandi!! You weddy to change your stinky diapurr??”
Brandon nodded his head so hard his pacifier plopped out. Heather didn’t bother putting it back in, just asked him patronizing questions in that sing-song voice.
“Who’s my stinky girl?! Hmm?? Who’s my stinky girl??”
Brandon was putting on his highest pitch voice, giving it everything he had like he was afraid she would change her mind if he didn’t do it well enough. “I am Mommy, I’m your stinky girl!!”
“You sure arrre!!” she cooed, booping him on the nose.
It was kind of strange to watch. Heather had never been the “motherly” type. She never wanted kids, she never had any interest in the idea of being a housewife. She was a go-getter. So to see her fawning over Brandon and his diapers like this was certainly a sight to see.
“You want changies??”
“Yes Mommy! Me wants changies!!”
Heather pressed her hand to the front of his diaper, and the other to one of the tapes. I was surprised at how she didn’t flinch at touching the soggy padding. The Heather I knew would wash her hands twice after going to the bathroom.
Once she had both the tapes undone, she grabbed the entire front flap and looked back at me, “Hold your breath.” she said.
Even with the mask, even with me stopping myself from breathing, the smell was still quite pungent.
“Ohhh my goodness!!” Heather exclaimed. “That’s quite the load!”
Brandon covered his face with his hands. Now that he was splayed out on the floor, with all the evidence of what he did, his most vulnerable parts showing, he must have been overwhelmed with shame. I had imagined worse in my mind. It wasn’t as runny or spread out as I imagined. He must have been on a high fiber diet. Oh god…was I really examining his feces??
“Do you mind handing me some wipes?” Heather asked, reaching her hand back. She glanced back at the scene of the crime. “Lots of wipes…”
I found the crinkly package located on the side of the bag, I popped it open and yanked out at least 5 or 6 like I was pulling tissues when knee deep in the flu.
“Thanks, bestie!” she said when I handed them to her. I watched as she used the front of the diaper to push down his crack and clear most of the damage away. It was ingenious really. I’d never changed a diaper myself, so I was honestly very impressed by Heather’s expertise. She slowly, methodically used the wipes to clean the remaining areas. Brandon gasped and whimpered when she brought her fingers between his crack. I noticed she’d covered one with the wipe and slipped it all the way inside his cleanly shaven butthole.
“Don’t let him fool you,” she said with a wink, “He loves it back there. He was begging for a pegging last week!”
We both giggled at that, much to Brandon’s chagrin. Heather needed a few more wipes from me, dropping the used ones in the dirty diaper down below. Finally, she made her way up to his balls. He flinched from the cold, but then relaxed. It took several passes to wipe all the sticky juices leaking from the flat, coin-like cage.
She looked back at me again. “I have to take his cage off to clean underneath. Maybe look away?”
“Why?”
“Well…you’re gonna have to see his penis.”
“I can already see his penis.” What’s left of it. I thought.
Heather laughed. “I guess you’re right.”
She reached between her breasts, pulling out a dangling chain. At first I thought it was some sort of jewelry I hadn’t seen, but Brandon never bought her jewelry. Instead, it was just a tiny little key.
It took me far too long to put it all together. I blame the wine.
She lifted it off her head, and brought it to what I assumed was the locking mechanism on the side. It took her a couple times to get it in the slot, apparently she hadn’t had as much practice at that part. Finally, she made it in and turned it with a soft click!
Brandon’s breathing was quick, syncopated, and desperate. Heather lifted the top off and several ropes of precum followed. The head of Brandon’s penis was so shriveled and purple from being stuck in an almost inward position for so long. But it only took a couple of seconds of fresh air to send it pointing straight up to the ceiling. It was probably only maybe 4 inches, possibly 4.5 if it hadn’t been locked up so long.
“Sorry,” Heather laughed awkwardly, embarrassed by her boyfriend’s erection.
“It’s okay!” I assured her, but I had to ask, “Is it always that…small?”
“Actually…” Heather chuckled, “this is probably the biggest I’ve ever seen it.”
It was hard not to laugh, so I didn’t bother trying. “It’s so…cute. And pathetic! No wonder he drives a giant lifted truck!”
Brandon didn’t think that was nearly as funny as Heather did.
“But…isn’t this how you…control him?” I asked, “What’s stopping him from running off now that his little pecker is free?”
“Oh I have other ways.” Heather smiled wickedly, turning back to Brandon. “Petrificus”.
Brandon’s arms immediately snapped to his sides, his legs even more rigid than his cock. It was like he had been frozen in place.
“What the hell was that?!” I asked incredulously.
“Just a little command.”
“Does he do that on his own or is it some sort of…” witchcraft, I wanted to say. But that would sound too ridiculous.
Heather just shrugged. “I don’t even know, really. Apparently they had him on some sort of hypnosis regiment at The Facility, and all I have to do is say some special words and he obeys.”
“Like a dog?”
Heather laughed at that, “Yea, I guess so!”
“What other ‘tricks’ can he do?”
“Hmm..” Heather had to think for a second, then one popped in her mind. “Pollex” she said.
One of Brandon’s arms instantly shot upward and inserted its thumb into his mouth. He started suckling instantly like a piglet on the teet.
“That’s amazing.” I reveled in awe. “You must do that all the time!”
“Mm…not really.” She said, shrugging, “I much prefer to make him obey me the hard way. On his own volition, you know? But it is fun to slip those words out in public or at random times. You know, when he’s being a big ‘ole dummy.”
At that last word Brandon instantly yanked his thumb out and replaced it with that ridiculous pacifier, like he was clinging on to the last bit of air and the head of that rubber penis was his only lifeline for oxygen.
“It’s hilarious when we’re out and he doesn’t have that pacifier around. If I—or even someone else—says dummy he is scrambling for anything he can put in his mouth to suck on!”
“That’s…honestly really cool.”
“Crazy what they can do to the mind isn’t it?” She chuckled, then turned back to him. “Rellex”
Brandon’s arms and legs instantly went limp again, like a puppet getting its strings cut. His dick, however, was still as stiff as ever.
“Now where were we…”
Upon my limited inspection of Brandon’s penis, it looked relatively clean. Still, Heather must have thought it required a wipedown. Brandon shuddered when she wrapped the cold wipe around it, but that discomfort was immediately replaced with incessant breathing. I got the feeling Heather didn’t give it this much attention often. Or maybe she did, because she seemed to take pleasure in slowly moving the wipe up and down more than she needed to. But right as Brandon’s breaths became heavy like he was about to…she pulled it away, leaving Brandon mewling and whimpering on the floor.
She tossed the wipe down into the dirty pile with the others, folding the diaper over and then rolling the soiled mess up, taping it together, and setting the poopy package off to the side. Further away from me, thankfully.
“Lotion?” She said to me. Like a surgeon’s assistant, I searched the bag and handed the item to her.
She smiled in appreciation as she took it, squeezing a generous amount into her hand and rubbing them both together. Putting her oiled palms on the creases of his thighs and pelvis, rubbing down the entire area except for his sensitive bits. Eventually, she started tracing one hand down until it was between his crack, pressing her finger into his hole again. He didn’t even try to fake displeasure, his eyes were in the back of his head now. She used the other hand to cup and knead his balls, then made her way up the shaft.
It was an intimate moment that I felt I shouldn’t really be watching, but I couldn’t look away. I was enraptured by this bizarre scene, the same way you couldn’t help but look at a car accident.
She made a ring with her fingers and brought it up his penis ever so gently. His hips practically followed her upward, lifting off the floor until she pulled up higher than he could, so he dropped back down in frustration while simultaneously jamming her finger further into his ass.
She repeated the process over and over again. Only going upward in one long smooth stroke. Never going down. It was driving Brandon absolutely crazy. He was a whiny puddle on the floor. I’d never imagined he could make such high-pitched, desperate and—frankly—pathetic sounds.
“Awww!! What’s the matturr, little one?” Heather teased, knowing exactly what she was doing.
“P-p-please let me make cummies, Mommy!!”
Make cummies? That’s a new one…I thought.
“Hmm…do you think you deserve it?” She asked, still doing that upward stroke gently and inserting a second finger into his ass. He welcomed it gratefully.
“Yes Mommy!!” Brandon practically shouted. “I’ve been a good girl! I’ve been a good girl!!”
“Hmm…watta you think Lynds? Has Brandi been a good girl?”
I shrugged exaggeratedly, happy to join in on the playful fun with my best friend. “Oh I don’t know…..”
I saw a lightbulb go off in Heather’s head. “I think Ms. Lyndsey should decide if the baby girl gets to make cummies or not! How’s that sound?”
Brandon turned to me with those misty little doe eyes. His normally hardened features now pleading and desperate. I’d never seen him so vulnerable. The man I spent the last 3 years loathing was now (figuratively) in the palm of my hands. It was surprisingly endearing to have this much power. This was fun! I could see why Heather seemed to enjoy it so much.
It was my turn to exaggeratedly ponder by tapping a finger to my chin. “You know,” I said to him, “You and I have hung out with each other dozens of times. We’re ‘friends’ on social media. I’m sure Heather talks about me a lot…” Heather nodded in agreement. “So all you have to do in order to cum is: tell me what my last name is.”
Heather must have enjoyed the challenge I presented, she smiled brightly, turning back to him expectantly. Finally going up and down on his dick, slowly, as if to show him what was waiting for him if he answered correctly.
Brandon’s face, however, was horror-stricken. Something so simple could get him the orgasm he so desperately desired after so long. All he had to do was pay the slightest bit of attention to the most important people in his girlfriend’s life. But he now realized he couldn’t even do that. He was going to suffer for always being so self-centered.
The pacifier fell from his mouth, he had drool running down his chin from being so infatuated with it before. But now, his bottom lip quivered, his eyes darting left and right for a modicum of recollection. As the silence drew on, Heather stopped her stroking motion, the two of us waiting expectantly.
Brandon realized his time had run out. He had to venture a guess: “Uh…Smith?”
Heather sighed and scoffed in disbelief. “It’s Johnson.” She told him, like he was a fucking idiot. “Literally the same as yours!”
No relation, thankfully.
Brandon looked like he was going to cry as Heather removed her hand from his swollen, purple penis. Actually, he was crying! Tears were now streaming down his face. This big, burley man had been reduced to a feeble, blubbering mess. He started moving his hands to the area in desperation, but must have thought better of it, returning them back to his sides as Heather scooped up the front of the cage again.
“Do you mind fetching me some ice cubes?” She asked me.
A strange request, but sure. By the time I got back from the freezer with the ice tray in hand, Heather had the pacifier back in Brandon’s mouth to muffle his cries.
“I only need one or two,” she said. I popped them out and handed them to her. I watched as she pressed one to the tip of his penis, and the other on the sensitive part underneath the head.
Brandon flinched and floundered from the cold, still whimpering pathetically. Within no time, Brandon’s penis had shrunken down to its flaccid, acorn-length state. Making it easier for Heather to press it back into the tiny cage to the sound of Brandon absolutely bawling.
“Pick out a diaper for him.” Heather hollered over the crying, not the least bit bothered by it, even giving me a smile and a wink while her boyfriend writhed in his dress on the floor. Powerless.
I was surprised by just how many different types of these ‘adult’ diapers there were. The prints certainly didn’t look like they were made for adults. There were zoo animals, cartoon dinosaurs, mermaids, princesses, and unicorns. I chose the one that had the last two on it. The pink accents matches his dress perfectly, and it seemed quite fitting for the state he was in.
“I knew you would pick that one!!” Heather laughed as I handed it to her. But when I pulled it from the bag, a long strand also came with it.
“What is this?” I asked.
She glanced over while unfurling the diaper and doing some sort of creasing and fluffing to it. “Some ribbon.” She said.
“What’s it for?”
“I use it to ‘decorate’ him sometimes.” She shrugged, “I put it around his neck like a collar, around his wrists, his hair, or his…”
“His penis?!”
She laughed, nodding.
“Oh my god! We HAVE to do that!!”
I thought back to the time in college when we for some reason decided we wanted to take our Christmas present wrapping to the next level. We must have spent hours watching Youtube videos and perfecting the method. But none of them looked quite as good as the one we wrapped around Brandon’s little caged penis. Like a tiny package only Heather was allowed to open.
“It just makes it look so much cuter, doesn’t it?!”
Heather had to wipe moisture from her own eyes on account of how much she was laughing. Who would have thought we would be bonding over beautifying her boyfriend?
“Now the powder!”
A cloud of dust later, Brandon’s bits had a fresh blanket of snow. Each step of this whole diaper change plunged him further and further into that prissy pampered pansy look.
“Oh! One more thing!” Heather took the bag from me before I could do anything. “Sorry,” she said, rifling through the contents, “Didn’t want you to have to touch this one…” Eventually, she found what she was looking for. It was a little steel bulb with a pink jewel at the base. I at least knew what this one was.
“I call it his ‘assy paci’!!” Heather gleamed. It had me cackling while she took some baby oil and spread it over the top, smearing it around before pressing it to Brandon’s hole. It went in much easier than I thought it would.
“No more stinkies for you today!” she teased, booping him on the nose.
Finally, it was time to pull the diaper up and tape it shut. Heather extended her arms and let Brandon use them to pull himself up, like he was incapable of doing it without her. His eyes were still misty, he sniffled behind his paci, face all puffy.
Heather picked up the dirty diaper and handed it to him.
“Outside.” She said, “I don't want it stinking up the house.”
Brandon hung his head, but silently obeyed. Clambering up on his feet for probably the first time since I'd been here. The combination of the buttplug and the fluffy diaper gave him quite the comical waddle as he made his way to the door. He stopped, sighed, and seemed to be gathering some courage. Looking back at Heather in hopes that she would change her mind. When she didn’t, he exhaled and grabbed the knob. The light of the sunset peeked through when he finally opened it, crossing the threshold and shutting the door behind him.
“You have a trash can outside?” I asked, not remembering one.
“More like a dumpster…down the block.” Heather giggled.
“Do you keep him diapered all the time?” I asked.
“All day, every day.” She replied. “I actually let him go to bed without them once and he ended up soaking the sheets. Haven’t made that mistake again!”
“What about when he goes to work?”
“He wears them under his clothes. I’ve had to go in several times to change him on his lunch break.”
It was so much to grasp. I understood why she hadn’t told me about it all until now. There was no way I would have believed something like this if it were conveyed through a text message.
“What does he do all day?”
She shrugged, “Well, when he’s not cleaning the house in a skimpy maid outfit, he plays with his blocks, stuffed animals, trains, stuff like that.”
“Isn’t that…boring?”
“For him? Or for me?”
“Yes.”
She laughed at that, our way of saying ‘both’, then inclined her head. “I’m sure it is for him. It’s very mindless. I like it because it makes him look cute and innocent. Much better than when I had to listen to him play video games or watch Football…”
I remembered the time we were over to watch the Cowboys and he punched the middle of the screen when the ref made a “dumn fucking call” (according to him.)
“It’s the other things I make him play with that are more entertaining.”
My interest was piqued. “Ooohh! What?? Tell me!!”
But just as Heather opened her mouth, Brandon came back in the house, looking exasperated and emasculated.
“Hi honey!” Heather chirped, like he was a husband coming home to a housewife after a long day of work.
“Would you be a doll and go get us each a fresh glass of wine?”
Brandon just nodded and made his way straight to kitchen.
“Then I want you to go get your special toys!” Heather called over her shoulder.
I’m not sure what she was referring to, but whatever it was, it stopped Brandon dead in his tracks.
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JUNO imagine experienced!jisung and inexperienced!reader and jisung teaches u how to fuck him
like him teaching you how to finger him, how to blow him, how to peg him, where his sensitive areas are, how to give him hickeys, how to tie him up, how to eat his ass out, etc. he’d be all patient with you and help guide you on these things, praising you along the way so your confidence builds up and because it feels hella good and he’s nutting in 2 seconds
he’s all ready and excited for the day when you get comfortable and confident with your abilities and you finally take the lead without him guiding you. his cock is already leaking at the thought of it, because he wants you to dom him so, so bad
FRIEND I'M SO IMAGINING??!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS REALLY TASTY ESPECIALLY HIM TEACHING U HOW TO EAT HIS ASS OHHH MY GOD. I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE THE PLEASURE TO DO THAT. LET ME DO IT LET ME DO IT LET ME DO IT
just imagining him being all "like this, baby, just a little more- ah, ah, there! yeah, that's it, good girl!" and he's not even trying to be dom he's just PROUD OF U :( AND THEN WHEN U GET THE CONFIDENCE TO GO FOR IT URSELF HE'S SO FLUSTERED BUT SO SO EXCITED ALL BLUSHY AND JSFDN GJKM
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An Accidental Email [Ch.6]
𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
TW: Toxicity, Pegging degradation not in a sex way (rude asf way)
Chapter 6:
Thursday
“Hey, Y/N. Are you doing alright? You’ve seemed pretty down the past few days.” Todoroki glanced at you, your eyebrows furrowed as your pen pressed against your lip. You both were in the recording studio, working on a project together.
You sighed, “Do you mind me getting personal?”
“Go ahead.”
“There’s this guy I’m seeing, and he’s been really distant. I’ve tried to talk with him, but he’s been ignoring me. I don’t know what to do or what to think.”
“I see,” he hummed, his finger going to his chin. “If you don’t mind me intruding… Is it Bakugo?”
Your eyes widened, “Is it that easy to tell?”
“I’ve just noticed the lack of arguing. While others would be relieved, I knew something had to be going on between the two of you.”
You sighed, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “I just don’t understand what happened. We talk about seeing each other more, but it’s been radio silence on his end. Like, what happened?”
____
Last Saturday Night
“It’s nothing, Uraraka.” Katsuki closed the door behind him, not wanting the neighbors to hear the commotion. It was after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Uraraka stepped forward, her hand reaching for his forearm.
“No, no. I didn’t hurt myself.”
She removed her hand and folded her arms. The space between her eyebrows wrinkled, and her eyes darkened. “Did someone do that to you?”
“That’s not important right now,” he walked towards the kitchen. “Why are you here?” She invited herself over many times before, even though he told her repeatedly not to do so.
She followed behind him and tugged at his shirt, stopping him from getting closer to the kitchen. They stood underneath the door frame that separated the living room from the hallway.
“Don’t be silly, babe. I’m always here.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. He internally cringed at the pet name. He turned to continue down the hall.
“Anyways,” she continued, “I know you love me, so why don’t you trust me enough to tell me these things?”
“Ochaco, please. Let’s not do this right now; I’m tired.” There were bags under his eyes, and after getting himself annihilated by you, he just wanted to grab something to eat and knock out.
“No. Who did that to you? Do I know her?”
“No, relax,” his back still faced her.
“Am I going to have problems with someone now?”
Aggravated, he turned around as they reached the kitchen, “No. You’re not gonna have problems with my coworker-”
Time stilled. His eyes widened internally from his slip-up.
Uraraka’s head tilted to the side, “Ohhh… That’s who she is… Is she pretty?”
“Ochaco, please.”
Her head proceeded to wobble, “No, no. Is she prettier? Is she the better fuck?”
“You’re getting out of line.”
“What? You can’t tell me if she’s the better fuck?”
“No, Uraraka. Stop,” he lied through his teeth.
“Stop? Are you kidding me? I’m right here, but instead you went out and got some dirty convenient pussy.”
“Uraraka, enough!” Bakugo’s fist tightened, and he stepped back from her. “You cannot talk about her like that.”
She stepped back, her mind processing what he just said. “Oh,” her shoulders lowered. “My bad, I went too far. How about we just enjoy the dinner I prepared for us? I’ll go warm it up.” She smiled and tightened her hand that held his forearm. Her fingernails soon dug into her palms.
. . .
“I’m gonna take a shower.” Uraraka watched as Katsuki grabbed his towel and entered his own suite. Once the door shut, she waited a couple of minutes to make sure he didn’t leave anything.
When the time passed, she grabbed Katsuki’s phone, which was on the charger. She pressed the button on the side, then typed in the password she'd seen him put in many times.
She clicked on the messages app and started going down the list; she stopped when she got to your contact. Opening it, the screen was littered with sexts you both had been sending each other. She bit down on her cheek and opened a social media app. You both followed each other, and she concluded you were his work friend.
She went through his work calendar, remembering there was an event his work was having—a dinner of sorts. More of a drink, eat at high tables, dance, and talk. She didn’t care what it was about, she just wanted several words with you.
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A Week Later - Friday - Dinner Party
“Did you see that he brought someone?” Your eyes were glued on Katsuki and his plus one.
“You mean the girl in the bright red dress and matching makeup? Yes, yes, I did,” Shoto glanced.
“She had her arm wrapped around Katsuki's, and she had a big smile on.”
“Mhm.”
“My thing is, how are we going to have this whole arrangement and not tell me you have a girlfriend or are in a relationship?”
“Well, if we’re talking about the whole blackma-”
Your hand darted to Todoroki’s mouth. “Shhh!” You rolled your eyes as he chuckled.
“Let me get you a drink to calm down. I’ll be fast.”
You nodded, then looked around the room. The lobby of the building was decked out with balloons, assorted colored lights, tables, and a bar. You leaned on the table, eyeing the girl Katsuki was with. You had tried to ask him to be your date for this event, but he only avoided you. You rubbed your forehead, trying not to recount the many embarrassing moments you had been sharing.
“Don’t do that so much; it’ll stay that way.” Todoroki handed you a drink.
“Thanks, Shoto…”
“Oh, come on. Keep your head up.”
“Easy for you to say. The girls you want don’t play with you like Bakugo is doing to me.”
He chuckled, “You’re joking, right?”
One of your eyebrows relaxed, the other raised.
“You see that girl over there,” he discreetly pointed out. “Momo confessed that she liked me, but she’s been avoiding me nonstop since her confession. I’ve been trying to get with her, but none of my approaches have worked.”
The both of you ponder on your shared dwindling love life as you take sips from your glasses.
“Y’know what?” You put your drink down. “Let’s make them jealous.”
Todoroki smiles, “I like the sound of that.”
“Find me on the dance floor.” You winked as you walked over to the DJ. Not many people were dancing, but you pulled out a playlist that would send everyone running. After giving the DJ the song suggestions, he gave you a thumbs up, and you walked to the dance floor.
Shoto was there, shimmying to the music, patiently waiting for you. Once the song came on, you both put on your game faces. You grabbed your dress, which had a slit and danced with Todo. You held onto his white tux, smirking as you got closer to each other. It was a bit sultry, but not too much. Your eyes would look toward Bakugo's, and you knew he was looking.
You watched as his eyes couldn’t stay away, but his lover noticed. She turned his head with her hand and kissed him, her eyes not closed but on yours. Your eyes squinted, and you grinned. "Oh, that’s how we’re playing.”
You weren’t going to get mad at the girl. You had no idea of the preconceived relationship they had. What you did know was that you wanted to cause a bit of havoc.
Shoto glanced at you with an idea. He brought you close to his chest and placed his lips right next to your ear. Katsuki could only get angry internally, but you could see it in his shift in demeanor.
“I’ll grab Bakugo, and you grab Momo.”
“Smart idea.”
As soon as those words left your mouth, you danced towards the girl who stood before the dance floor. Her eyes longingly saw herself in the pit of beautiful bodies.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
You grabbed her hands, and she didn’t hesitate. You pulled her in and spun her around. Conveniently, you pressed your back against Todoroki and switched partners. Your hands were gripped by Bakugo's, which were slightly clammy. You moved around, following the beat of the music. He was tense at first, but he found the rhythm with you.
“Loosen up, Katsu. It’s only me.”
He chose to stay silent, and you accepted that. You were happy that he was this close to you after all the separation.
Your bodies grew closer, and the temperature increased. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your mouth was slowly opening until the music cut out. Bakugo smiled, nodded his head, and then let go of your hands. You watched as he walked away.
Seeing Shoto dancing with the woman he liked, you went to find an empty table after getting a drink. Placing your arms on the surface, you took out your phone and bobbed to the music.
“Oh hey!” You peered up from your phone, your vision engulfed by Bakugo’s plus one. You turned off your device and gave her your attention. “You’re Y/N, right? Bakugo has told me so much about you!” She smiled.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. I saw you were a little busy, but I wanted to talk to you, Y/N.”
“Uraraka, what are you doing?” Katsuki walked into view, internally filled with dread.
“Oh nothing, sweetie. Just having a chat. Go get some drinks or food. I’ll be with you soon.” Katsuki’s lips quivered slightly, but he turned and walked away. “Boys, y’know how they get.”
Your stature shifted, and you relaxed more while the girl stood straight, “Sorry. Do I know you?”
“Oh, no! But you will,” her smile remained. “I’m Katsuki’s girlfriend.”
There was something about her. You expected wrath to come from her. You exhaled from your nose, disguised like you were breathing, “Weird, ‘cause he’s never mentioned you.” You took a sip from your drink.
“That’s because I told him I wanted our relationship to be private. He listens so well.”
“Bless your heart,” you muttered.
“I like your outfit, by the way.”
“Same to you.”
“Thank you. Mine is designer!”
“Really?” You could tell from the seams of the dress that it was a lie. “Mine is thrifted.”
“Yeah… I can tell. It suits you, though.” Your eyes widened, and you chuckled internally. You knew how she was going to play this petty game, and you knew how to combat it. “Personally, I could never let that touch me. But that’s just because I like better things on me.”
You took another sip of your drink.
“Can I be honest? Real girl talk?”
“Go ahead, sweetie,” you copied her from before. You watched her facade crack a little.
“I saw the little gift you left on Bakugo’s neck, and as his girlfriend, I don’t really appreciate that. I think you need to give him space and respect our relationship.”
Your eyes go from this Uraraka girl to Todoroki, who passed by and greeted you both.
“Oh… Oh. I get it, him too?”
You chuckled, remaining silent, and took another swig, purposely dragging it out.
“Damn, you’re good. I totally respect that. I could never; I respect myself too much. I guess it's that easy for you. You’ve got to spill; how many more office bodies have you caught?”
Your mannerisms stayed the same. It made her irritated.
“Not telling? I get it. After that many, I wouldn’t say either.” Her face stayed as innocent as before, and her lips curled as if she hadn’t said the most darndest thing.
Ready to break your silence, “Listen-”
“Anyways! He’s been coming home rather stressed recently. I’m starting to see why…” She looked you up and down, smirking.
“Pfft, I’m looking at the real reason right now. Thinking I’m the reason he’s stressed is so far off, I’m not surprised you didn’t understand.” What you said caught her off guard, so you leaned forward. “Love, he’s less stressed moaning my name and saying how much he loves my strap in his ass. That’s how he’s able to come home to you in the first place.”
You walked to the side of her, your hand patting her shoulder. “Not that you’d know what I’m talking about.” You walked away, not hearing a single word come out of her mouth.
You made a B-line to the bathroom, but before you entered, your arm was grabbed, and you turned to find it was Katsuki. “What the fuck do you want?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you so badly wanted to push the bathroom door open.
“What happened between the two of you?” His expression was scared and timid.
“Why does it matter? You should’ve told me you were in a relationship. I want nothing to do with you.” You pushed the bathroom door open, only for him to follow you inside. It was a one-person bathroom, and you stood with your arms folded.
“Firstly, I’m sorry for whatever she said to you. And secondly, we are far from an exclusive relationship.”
Your weight shifted between your legs, and your head tilted. You were interested in what he had to say.
The blonde sighed and sat on the closed toilet, “We’re just fuck buddies. We’ve discussed before that we can see other people, but I don’t know what happened. She got obsessive, started calling me pet names, and whenever I asked about her other partners the way she responded shifted.”
“You don’t have to air out all her drama. But, you’re telling me that you’re just seeing each other? No girlfriend-boyfriend situation? Exclusive?”
“We are just seeing each other.”
“And what about you ignoring me for the past few weeks?”
“I’m really sorry about that. She’s been coming to my apartment every night. I didn’t want anything to happen to invoke a response.”
You took a deep breath in and placed your hand on the bathroom door. “Katsu, please get your shit together with this girl. I can see something happening between us, but I’m not dealing with some toxic bitch.” Before walking out, “Have a good night.”
. . .
Taking his shoes off, Bakugo could not shake off the uneasiness he felt about the looming Ochaco. He watched as she disappeared to the bathroom and returned in normal attire. Her face didn’t help either; on it only laid a smile, and he knew that didn’t mean anything good.
“Bakugo. Let’s have a talk.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
She stared at him, her smile dropping. “What the fuck have you been doing with that girl.”
“Ochaco, we’ve discussed that we’re in an open relationship. Whatever I’ve done with Y/N shouldn’t matter to you.”
“Are you gay now or something?”
“Excuse me?”
“No, be honest with me. That has to be the only reason you like her. Because you get fucked in the ass like a gay man.”
“Uraraka, what the actual fuck is wrong with you!?”
“Y’know what. You’re a dirty fucking man whore who can’t get hard when he sees a sexy girl in front of him.” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her arms folded. “I’ve tried to sleep with you countless times. Every time, you couldn’t get it up. Just because you want to be fucked in the ass? You’re sick. Disgusting.”
“You’re far from holy either, Uraraka. Spreading your legs for the whole block, but for some reason being obsessed with me? Be fucking real. Tell your pastor who’s the real whore, you fake Christian bastard.” Katsuki walked to the bathroom and grabbed her things. He threw her clothes out the door and held it open, “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”
Ochaco’s mouth gaped open, not realizing how badly she had messed things up. Her eyes began to water, snot soon coming after, “I’m sorry, Baku, I didn’t mean it. It was an outburst. You know how I get. Please forgive me. I know you love me.”
“The only person that loves you is yourself.” He went into her pocket and grabbed the key that he’d been meaning to get back from her. “Never come back.”
The room was filled with the slamming of the door and then silence. Katsuki walked to his room, which was far away from his apartment door entrance. He curled himself into a ball and started crying. No one had ever made him feel bad about his sexual preferences. Even though his liking for her was fading, he still thought of her as a friend. They had known each other for so long, and for those words to come out of her mouth, it ruined him a little.
. . .
“Oh my God, Katsu, are you crying?”
“Can I come over?”
“Of course.”
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Do you have any headcanons for pegging Jun han. I want him so bad 😵💫
OHHH BOIIII . DO I . DO I HAVE PEGGING JUN HCS.
edit: sooo this nearly turned out to be an oneshot. hope you like it either way <3 (i Loved writing it, thanks for the request!!)
junhan + pegging thoughts 💭💫
cw: smut, fluff kinda?, pegging duh, usage of "good boy", strap-on (+ mention of other toys), first time bottoming, the slightest bit of crying (/pos), a single hickey,
wc: 2,7k
minors dni
so. he suggested it first
after he came across some confirmations that both of you would enjoy it. two of those being:
the time he was shuffling through your ~toy box~ for a vibrator and happened to find a strap on. he immediately turned scarlet, making you worry for a second
"baby, are you okay? do you want to stop?"
"no, i just... uh, you have a strap on?" he lifted the harness out of the box, his statement sounding more like a question.
"oh yeah :-) can you please get the purple vibrator though? we don't have all day >:-("
he very soon forgot about it, until the time your fingers went too low during a blowjob and he nearly jumped out of his skin (and came) at the same time.
"you okay?" "yeah, it's just. um. you're nearly in my ass?"
you furrow your brow, letting his cock rest against your cheek, "do you not like it? i'm sorry, i got kinda carried aw–"
"no, i mean, it's not that, i– i'm only surprised, i guess?" his quick hands on your face and his rushed reasoning makes you smirk. "what, never had anyone near it?" his cock twitches when he feels you stroking his perineum lightly, and you file the information somewhere in your brain. hyeongjun's face and neck are so red you decide to take pity on him, "i'm just joking, babe. do you want me to go back to sucking you off? no ass stuff, i swear." he chuckles, mumbling a yeah, and feeds his cock back into your mouth.
after those moments, he finds himself thinking way too much about it. the feeling of your fingertips on him, the harness stashed away in your bedroom, the dildos he knows you have, the time he got drunk with his friends and had to suffer through jooyeon's retelling of how he got fucked in the ass and how good it felt... the list goes on
but he never really mentioned it to you
so when you're watching tv on your couch and suddenly you have a lapful of your lanky boyfriend, burying his face in your neck and going "can i ask you something?" you're very surprised, to say the least
"what's up, jun?" you wrap your arms around him, softly running your fingers up and down his back. he takes a deep breath, and you can feel as much as hear his words against your neck: "would you peg me?"
the butterflies in your tummy turned into full on birds. you have a whole ass pigeon in your stomach
"is– is that something you'd like?" you stutter a bit, your head going haywire.
"if i didn't, i wouldn't be asking." his shoulders shook lightly as he laughed. "would you do it, though?"
you catch yourself a second before saying "duh??? ofc", and tells him a much more appropriate "of course, baby. whenever you want."
you run your hand through his dark hair, and he relaxes completely against you.
"mhm," he gets comfortable on your lap, "not today though. gathering up the courage to ask you made me tired. nap?"
and so the subject dies down for a while. until you're both shirtless on your bed, letting him kiss you silly.
"baby," hyeongjun starts, fiddling with the buttons on your pants, "do you want to fuck me in the ass?"
??? DUH
"are you sure? i don't want to pressure you." you whisper, holding his face in your hands lovingly.
"i wouldn't have asked if i wasn't," he smiles softly, and you melt.
he definitely notices how eager you are, if the way you immediately get off the bed to fetch the ~supplies~
the harness and a half empty bottle of lube are thrown into the bed. hyeongjun's cheeks are flaming red.
"uh, you wanna choose the dildo? i have a few," you look down at the box in your hands, trying to figure out which one he'd like more.
"oh. uhh. the smallest?" he nearly regrets asking for this whole thing fr
and so, a sparkly pastel pink dildo joins the harness.
you climb back on the bed, straddling him
his hands are creeping towards your bra when you very helpfully ask, "are you clean?"
he chokes on air poor thing
"of course i am! who do you take me for??" he reaches for your discarded shirt and throws it in your face out of sheer embarassment.
he didn't browse half of wikihow for nothing ffs
"i'm just making sure!" you put your hands up in defeat, not being able to supress a chuckle at his frustration.
"stop embarassing me and start fucking me, for the love of god!" he pouts, knees towards his chest and his face in his hands :-(
you have half a mind to tease him with a "not into humiliation, then?" but you take pity on his poor soul
"i'm sorry, baby." you kiss the back of his hands, in hopes that he'll stop hiding. "one last question, though."
he peeks at you behind his long fingers, "fine. what."
"are you going to be a good boy for me?"
now, you can hear him whimper.
you straddle him, gently pulling his hands away from his pretty face. "you like that? you'll be my good boy?"
he nods, and the room feels stifling with warmth again. you can't help but kiss him hungrily, running your hands across his naked shoulders.
by the time you pull apart, you've taken off his pants, leaving him in his boxers while you've only lost the shirt. it gives you a power rush, being almost fully dressed, on top of him, and knowing what comes next.
hyeongjun looks delectable. the rosy hue of his cheeks, the small pants coming from his kiss-bitten mouth, the expanse of warm skin... all for you to touch, all for you to love.
you settle your hands on his narrow hips, squeezing lightly. "can i take those off?"
he nods, following with a "yes, please". so polite.
and so, he's completely naked, hard and leaking against his tummy. you want nothing more than to wrap your mouth around his cock – and so you do.
his hands fly to your hair, trying to ground himself as you suckle on the head, tasting his precum. he whines when you sink a little further, letting his weight rest on your tongue and holding his cock firmly by the base. sneaky, your other thumb finds its way to his perineum, not too different from the first time you accidentally put the thought of ass play in his head.
he starts to shake slightly, and you know you have to get this show on the road before he cums down your throat. you let him go with a pop, gently caressing the top of thighs,
"get on your hands and knees for me?"
he mumbles a "yeah", and you leave him to get comfortable while you look for the lube in the crumpled sheets.
he's SUCH a good boy omg.
you turn to him and he's propped up on his elbows, watching you. he smiles softly when you catch him, adverting his gaze.
you squeeze some lube on your fingers, trying to warm it up a bit. your other hand glides along his spine in a comforting motion. "can i start?"
"please."
he shudders when you press a finger to his rim. the moment your fingertip enters him, you're rewarded with a whimper. you pet his thighs in an attempt to soothe him – you know he needs to adjust to the intrusion, so you let him do so, pressing kisses to his back.
it doesn't take too long before he starts getting antsy, trying to push himself back on your finger. you move, and his head hangs.
he's panting, and soon he very softly says, "add another, p- please?"
who are you to deny him?
after properly letting him adjust to the two fingers in his hole, you begin moving around, looking for the spot that will hopefully make him see stars. when you realize, his face is stuffed into the pillows, muffling his whimpers. his legs are shaking, barely holding him up, and his walls are clenching down on your fingers.
you consider adding a third finger – just to be safe – but hyeongjun said he wanted a fuck, and the dildo chosen is not very big; it's very begginer-level. he's stretched enough.
you slowly pull out, draping your body over him to kiss the back of his neck. he whines, but you're quick to turn his face towards you and kiss him deeply, swallowing his complaints.
your jeans are grazing the back of his legs, and he suddenly realizes just how vulnerable he is – naked, ass up, lube running down the inside of his thighs... god, he wants to hide.
he buries his face back on the pillows, and you can't help but worry a little.
"jun? are you okay, baby? do you need anything?" you climb off of him, laying by his side.
he's quick to mumble an unconvincing "i'm okay," finally stretching his knees to rest his stomach on the mattress. he startles a little as his cock comes in contact with the bed. "c-can i... uh, can you..."
you touch his cheek, urging him to stop hiding his pretty face. he turns to you, gives you an once over and settles your heart:
"can you take off your pants?"
you have to chuckle. you were so scared you did something wrong, while he just feels a little too naked. "of course, baby."
while you shimmy out of your jeans, he turns to lay on his back, looking intently at the harness thrown to the side.
laying down beside him again, you peck him on the lips, once, twice, and looks at him adoringly. "do you want to go on? we don't have to if you don't."
he pulls you onto his hips, straddling him once again, and smiles.
"i do. i want it."
mirroring his smile, you brush away the sweaty strands of hair on his forehead. "how do you want it? i'll do whatever you want, just ask."
"can we stay like this?" his cheeks color red, his hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders.
"of course. anything else?" you lean in, nuzzling his neck. he smells like faint cologne, sweat, and what you can only classify as him.
"take off your bra?" he giggles, sneaking his hands under the straps.
laughing along, you kiss him again, guiding him to the clasp.
once your titties are freed – and hyeongjun had not only traced his mouth over them but also given you a hickey on the top of your right boob – he sneaks another glance to the harness and dildo.
you catch the hint, and puts both on, his eyes never leaving you. when you're finally ready, lube in hand after slicking up the dildo, he's bright red again. you decide against playfully asking him if he likes the view; the way his eyes are shining and looking at you with utter adoration are enough of an answer.
"ready?" you ask, holding his legs by the knees, (much like he does with you <3)
"yes."
you lightly press the tip of the silicone against his rim, and squirts some more lube directly on his hole. no such thing as being too safe, i guess. plus the legitimate squeal he let escape his lips at the cold substance hitting his skin was pretty much a reward.
you push into him very slowly, not wanting to rush and hurt him. you thank the gods for the chosen missionary position, as you can see every shift in his expression.
his brows are furrowed, his mouth is open, his hands are on your shoulders, his hair is a mess of dark, sweaty strands and his eyes are closed shut.
once you bottom out, he already looks fucked out.
you cup his face, "good?" he nods, not trusting his voice.
quite an useless thought, since as you've barely finished uttering the words "tell me when to move," he's already squeaking out a "move, please."
and so you do
you start thrusting in a decent pace – not too fast to hurt him, not too slow to make him go insane – and soon you're punching little moans out of him.
his hands splay across your shoulder blades, nearly covering those with the delicious size of them. he wants to pull you closer, you can tell by the way he's almost making puppy eyes at you.
keeping the pace, you bend his legs towards his chest. the angle changes, and by the looks of it, you're hitting his prostate dead-on. his head is thrown back, before you release one of his knees to tangle your fingers in the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss that's more him panting in your mouth and you swallowing every sound he makes. his leg is in the position you left it in and you don't have enough free braincells – they're mostly going insane about how hot the whole situation is – to keep a brain-to-mouth filter, so you can't stop the "good boy" that's being whispered against his lips.
he whimpers.
his hands are no longer on your back; his left hand grasps the leg you released to keep it in position, and the right desperately snatches the hand still on his other knee, intertwining your fingers.
you pin your joined hands to the mattress beside his head. at this point, your thrusts have become faster, and hyeongjun's mouth can't produce any words except for the ocasional trembly "baby" and "please".
he looks close to cumming – hell, he's BEEN looking close to cumming.
you squeeze his hand, your other hand leaving his hair to jerk him off in the fastest pace you can, and delivers what's apparently the killing blow:
"my good boy, my hyeongjunie, my baby."
his back arches, his lips open in a sob and he's covering your hand in white.
you bury your face in his neck the best you can, helping him ride out his orgasm by slowing your hands and hips.
by the time he's calmed down and his hand is clutching your wrist to stop in overstimulation, you lift your head and see little tear tracks glistening on his skin.
you pull out, immediately kissing him deeply while he clings to you the best he can with his tired limbs.
you carefully wipe the wetness around his eyes with your clean hand, and he's looking at you like god sent you himself.
"was it good?" you whisper, cupping his cheek and already knowing the answer.
he only chuckles breathlessly, nodding with conviction.
you peck his lips again, detangling yourself from him, "i'm going to get something to clean you up with. i'll be right back, don't move."
you come back somewhat clean, with a damp towel and a bottle of water, to see hyeongjun in the exact same position you left him in
after wiping the lube and the sweat + making him drink some water + fetching him some boxers (as per his request) + assessing the state of your sheets, you finally lie down to cuddle.
your limbs are tangled, his face is pressed to your chest, and you're talking in hushed tones.
"was it actually good though? nothing bothered you?"
"it was perfect. i'd have no one else take my ass virginity."
"you're stupid, you know that?"
"mhm, but you said i was a good boy, so..."
"that was a great discovery by the way. next time, we're getting you a tail plug."
"a what?"
+ bonus:
"a tail plug, you know. to go with the good boy kink."
"baby, please shut the fuck up." he laughs, shifting in the mess of limbs. he slots his leg between yours, and has a terrible insight. "you didn't cum."
you pet his hair, pressing your lips to his forehead, "it's fine. today was about you and what you call your 'ass virginity'."
"no. i'm not leaving you hanging." he hooks his fingers on your underwear, "sit on my face, come on."
"baby, i'm okay, i swear. you don't have to–"
"you're so wet i can feel it on my leg. who do you take me for?"
#xdinary heroes imagines#xdinary heroes smut#xdh imagines#xdinary heroes imagine#xdinary heroes x reader#xdinary heroes hard hours#xdinary heroes fanfic#xdh hard hours#xdh smut#xdh x reader#xdh scenarios#junhan x reader#jun han x reader#my fics
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LMK TICKLE HEADCANONS!!!!
Ok I started this a couple days ago but now it’s time I posted it. I only did a few characters but maybe I’ll do a part 2 with more heh
MK
- Most Ticklish guy ever to exist fr
- Like he’s insanely so
- Mei loves torturing him lol
- She knows ever one of his weak spots and it drives him crazy
- I don’t think he’d be embarrassed about it but if I pair this along with my headcanon that he has adhd and can get overstimulated too quickly, I’d say he can’t handle it for too long
- His worst spots are his feet, underarms, and sides
- But his death spot is probably his belly
- He can’t handle any touch there like it’s too sensitive lmao
- His laugh his loud and bubbly and is endearing to majority of people who hear it
- He’s honestly a ler also
- Not as much as most people he knows though
- He won’t admit it but he’s never won a tickle fight before (ESPECIALLY with Mei)
- He doesn’t really tease the person he tickles so much as he more complements the person he tickles
- “Awww your laugh is so cute!!!”
- “Wow how’d you get your skin to be this soft?”
- (He actually learned this form of teasing from Wukong lolll)
Mei
- I honestly don’t think she’s that ticklish tbh
- Like she’ll giggle and stuff if you tickle all the normal places one would be ticklish, but besides that not much
- It KILLS MK that he can’t get her back easily
- Buuuttt she does have one death spot
- *cough* Her feet *cough cough*
- Get her feet and she’s thrashing and begging for mercy
- But she LOVES tickling MK
- She thinks his laugh is so adorable and just constantly enjoys hearing it
- She’s a RUTHLESS ler
- An absolute menace
- She can dominate almost anybody in a tickle fight
- Part of what makes her so dangerous is that she can take mental note of each persons reactions so she can easily figure out all their weak spots and death spots
- She loves to use baby talk for teased
- It’s so damn flustering lmao
Sun Wukong (Monkie King)
- I hate this loser so much /affectionate
- As much as he loves tickling people (being the trickster he is who loves making people laugh), he is actually super ticklish himself
- Also do y’all remember him having stage fright (which had me laughing my ass off lmao it was so funny), because him being ticklish would make him even more adorable
- His stomach, ribs, and thighs are pretty bad spots, but get his armpits and he’s literally dead
- He’ll probably do almost anything you say lmaoooo he’s so ticklish there
- When MK found out he had a field day
- I mean, THE Monkie King, all powerful god and deity… is ticklish?
- He made MK swear not to tell anyone (wouldn’t want to ruin his rep after all) but of course MK told Mei
- Also if his laugh gets loud enough he’ll snort
- Which is another thing he’d also rather die than admit
- Funnily enough he isn’t that embarrassed about being ticklish
- He understands that’s just the way body’s work and sees it more as a instinctive defense mechanism to protect yourself
- But he’d rather die than admit he likes it lmfaoooo
- He’s he’s a ruthless ler also
- He likes to tease by stating the obvious of the matter
- “Ohhh I’m sorry does this tickle?”
- “Bud I can’t hear you over all that laugher it’s too loud!”
- It’s honestly scary
- But he is a trickster so what would you expect lolll
Macaque
- Just like Sun Wukong, he’s also ticklish
- I like to think he’s equally as ticklish, and has similar tickle spots to Wukong
- Though he has a death spot on his ribs
- Digging in there will have him hysterically cackling
- Unlike Wukong, who doesn’t actually mind being ticklish, Macaque would honestly rather die than admit it
- Wukong loves to torture him
- When they get into fights that become physical, Wukong will use tickling to take him down
- Sometimes when he’s being a little shit, Wukong uses tickling also to bring him down a few pegs
- I love the idea that he’d be very much incapable of saying the “t word”
- He absolutely cannot and it’s hilarious
- Even hearing it is flustering and embarrassing
- Sometimes Wukong will tease him by randomly saying it (such as “that has me tickled pink!” that sort of thing)
- He HATES it lmao
- Wukong is the worst teaser and tickler for him but it’s only because he knows him best
- He knows just what to do and say to torture him and take him down
- Someone help him lol /j
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Now that we have our new party member, it's time for another story time with Teaks.
This is the big one.
Okay what the fuck is this and why did my Captain's Quarters get wasted on it.
I would have been more than happy to let Hortence have the Captain's Quarters since she's been here the longest and has the most claim to this ship, crime notwithstanding.
I could deal with the fictional Captain Cliche having the Captain's Quarters despite Serai not even bothering to use that guise while she's here, thus resulting in an empty bedchamber.
But why does the new blood get it? I don't care if you're basically God, you fucking work your way up the ladder like the rest of us! >_< I'm so furious right now.
And yet you gave him the Captain's Quarters.
I mean. Okay, in fairness, Teaks did that. I don't know why she has the authority to do that, though.
No. I want to throttle you with my bare hands.
However, much like Garl, it is impossible for me to physically be angry with you for any length of time. So I just have all of this aggression and nowhere to put it. I just... I JUST FUCKING....
._. Will you please make me a sandwich I can drown my fury in, thank you very much.
Yes, the usual.
*sigh* Okay, Teaks. Now I want to hear a story. It's finally time to find out exactly who the Archivist/TIA and the Fleshmancer are.
Huh. I figured TIA was some kind of ungodly horror beneath those robes, but apparently he's just zombie-faced. Mm, I feel bad about telling him to go take a shower now. It would not help.
You guys should sit down and chat with Roro. She owns it. Has a whole undead style of her own.
Hold up, he's jealous of our ephemerality? He hates us 'cause we die? That's it? It's not, like, he hates us 'cause we're pretty or he longs to taste good food and not have to dress in rags or something? He's just pissy because he wants to be able to die too?
My dude, you don't have to unleash apocalyptic horrors upon mankind in order to fulfill that desire. If all you want is to be ephemeral, come hang out with me and Zale and we'll work on that. I'd be more than happy to experiment.
Ohhh, I get it. He doesn't have a heart anymore 'cause he used it for his experiments.
He's Disney evil.
You know, I thought you were going to tell me that Resh'an was responsible for Solstice magic but apparently it's just. Like. A thing that happened to also exist, and that trumps the Fleshmancer's stuff... because?
I may have to reassess my comprehension of the Fleshmancer and TIA. The Archivist's opening explanation of the lore made me think these guys were, like... primeval forces of good and evil or something, wreaking vast influence across some enormous multiverse.
Like. I figured they had terrestrial origins in some world somewhere. They had the vibe of ancient wizards who came from meager origins and ascended into godhood. In that regard, I suppose I had them pegged right.
But that seemed like a "Long time ago in a universe far, far away" type of origin, where they've been these ancient supreme beings of good and evil ever since. But Teaks is making this sound a lot more local.
They're just two more guys who accidentallied themselves into a horrifying curse. TIA has nothing to do with the source of Solstice magic. He doesn't even know what it is, really; Just that whatever we are, it sure does kick the shit out of whatever Aephorul's become.
He didn't create us; He found us and went "HOLY FUCK That's powerful! Let's use it!"
I've been shittalking him out of irreverence but. Like. Now, I think that we might be higher on the Hierarchy of WTF than TIA and the Fleshmancer are. Even if TIA is still, admittedly, higher on the Hierarchy of Knowing What The Fuck You're On About.
So if he founded the Solstice Warriors, does that mean TIA is the Great Eagle? Is he the guy I need to beat the shit out of for the unsettling horror of Mooncradle?
Because I can't do it until he tells us how to get onto Mesa Island. But I do want my Captain's Quarters back....
Or a longer window of Whenever We Goddamn Want if you have this fancy amulet. Which was just sitting abandoned in an ice block for how many decades/centuries?
Hey Resh'an? I don't want to tell you how to be the Immortal Alchemist but if you were that concerned with Solstice Warriors defeating Dwellers and you knew where this thing was all along, uh... what the hell, man?
When exactly did we lose track of this thing? Because absolutely none of the ancient Solstice lore I learned from Moraine suggests that it even exists somewhere to be found. We've been using these fancy time runes for day/night manipulation on a small scale while biding our time to strike at Dwellers on eclipse nights. Meanwhile our founder has had coordinates for Pocket Eclipse in his back pocket this whole time. I'm kind of angry about that.
Yeah, that's part of what had me thinking this was some kind of multiversal conflict. Obviously World Eaters must have, like... eaten some worlds in order to be a known thing, right? I assume we know about them from Resh'an; If he was our founder then our lore would be passed down from him. Though he didn't see fit to tell us about Pocket Eclipse so who knows?
Or maybe he did, and Moraine just didn't bother to tell me because I was kind of a shitty student.
Or maybe Moraine did tell me and I just wasn't paying attention. I was kind of a shitty student.
Hm.
In any case, to be known as World Eaters, one imagines they've eaten some worlds. And that this isn't one that they've eaten yet. So these guys can't be a purely terrestrial phenomenon, right?
Oh, so it's both. They are a terrestrial phenomenon but Resh'an created a multiverse through a grandiose gesture of magic.
That's...
That's kind of promising? Like. Metaphysically, that could mean that if circumstances conspire in such a way that we kill Aephorul in any one timeline or reality, fucker will be dead in all timelines and realities because there's only one of him.
This isn't an independent multiverse that Aephorul's invading and attacking. It's a multiverse of attempts to resist Aephorul. We only have to win once. Statistics are on our side.
Even if there's only 1 in 1000 chance of someone defeating Aephorul, if you roll 10,000 dice....
That's why he let us into his library even though we are clearly not the Chosen Ones. It's what he was trying to figure out at the start. We're a dice toss. ^_^
But that's also why he's being so KEEP ME OUT OF IT with regard to Aephorul. Because the same logic applies to him. Aephorul only has to kill him once. In a cosmic sense, we're all expendable compared to him, because there's millions of other versions of us. He can always go back to the drawing board and try something else. Maybe a different version of us, or maybe someone else who might actually be the Chosen Ones. But if anything happens to him, that's game over.
This makes way more sense when Teaks explains it than when TIA tried to. Probably because she's giving me the full story while he's a cryptic bastard. Resh'an is stuck navigating causality to try and find a chain of events that will lead to success against the impossible.
If the dude's so pissy about not being ephemeral, you'd think the sameyness of those realities might bother him a little. Wouldn't you eventually get bored conquering the same world over and over and over again?
These two are playing very different video games.
And that's what Resh'an was on about when he was like, "You don't understand; If Aephorul finds out that I'm here, he'll return."
It's not because he's hiding out from Aephorul. It's because he's violating the terms of the agreement. Resh'an is cheating right now, in a way that would give Aephorul tacit permission to do the same if caught.
Teaks, from now on, can we make this a rule? Can people tell you the lore dumps and then you can explain them to me? You're so good at this.
So now I'm starting to get more of an understanding of what Guardian Gods are too. Like, we knew it was the evolution of Solstice Warriors into some kind of deity. But, specifically, it's our counterpart to World Eaters; Guardian Gods because the pair become a force of Solstice magic that Aephorul can't pierce, on account of our magic being higher on the Hierarchy of WTF.
Uh, probably when he wins, I would say. No sense in doing it while Aephorul's still out there, right?
I adore you, Teaks, but sometimes you ask dumb questions.
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Ohhh my god I wanna be between Rabbi Cartman and Yentl so bad you don’t even know. I wanna be sandwiched between them and give them kisses and be their lil wife. I don’t care what you say, Yentl pegs him and I wanna be under her so bad but also Cartman
He has man boobs and she has boobs and I wanna be between them, like I can’t even put it into words HOW FUCKING BADLY I want them both
#h harleybaby needs help#harley won’t shut her mouth#mom come get harley she’s rambling#harley thirsts#south park x reader#south park x y/n#south park post covid#post covid#sp post covid#post covid cartman#pc cartman#rabbi cartman#rabbi cartman x reader#yentl cartman#rabbi cartman x reader x Yentl
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For the latest character ask game:
8, 12 (something I don't know yet if there is), 14 and 17 for Mairon/Sauron because I'm a predictable person
1, 5 and 9 for Feanor
3, 21 and 25 for Kylo Ren
Omg mein Feini these are SO much, I am jumping from wall to wall. <3
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
I am not a fan when he is written with Melkor as an abusive ship. To each their own, but that is not at all how I see them.
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
Okay, the only one I might not have told you yet is, that in a real-world AU, he'd be French. Might have been the Lestat influence on me. But. SEE THE VISION. Also, look, to finally settle our horse dicourse: what about him riding on a cool skeleton horse like in that one painting we both reblogged?
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
High femme goth in-universe. Real world AU, I'd put him in a lot of gold and pearls and furs. In-universe getting more and more goth as Necromancer/Sauron. More plain as Annatar (Shadow of Morder my beloved), and Slut (tm) when he is Ar Pharazon's slave.
17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?
I don't think there is one I can think of right now. I am either insanely horny about ships with him or shove them aside in complete disgust. Polarising guy.
1. Why do you like or dislike this character?
HAHAHAHHAHAHHA. This bastard needs to be smacked against the wall like a mosquito. Love him for his hot unbearable cuntiness and the war crimes, hate him for the same reason. Needs to be pegged.
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
Had to think on this, but Hozier - Eat Your Young.
Esp this bit:
Pull up the ladder when the flood comes
Throw enough rope until the legs have swung
Seven new ways that you can eat your young
Come and get some
Skinning the children for a war drum
9. Could you be roommates with this character?
Would kill him on sight.
3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?
What the movies have done to him after Force Awakens. The whole redemption bit was just...so bad.
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
Ohhh, I love how immediate he feels as a character and how unrefined he is. This rawness mixed with his absolutely pathetic desire to be wanted by those who despise him (Hux, or imo Vader of he were still life. Have written fic about this.)
Nothing in particular that I don't like!
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
Man it's been a while. I think I first saw fanart of him on my dash shortly after TFA came out and thought "who is this cool brooding goth"? Now I have written so much about him, probably some of the most I have ever written for a character (did not expect that tbh) and have a million head canons for him. He's my horrible son. <3
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E for Goodbye Farewell and Amen to that, I, K, U
E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
ohhh, i'm so glad you asked! i put a sequel hook in Goodbye, Farewell and Amen to that when Oliver tells Trapper and Hawkeye they should visit him when they're discharged. current draft is just a bulleted list of every cringe threesome position I've mined from porn that I want to put HawkTrapOllie in lol. the actual plan is for things between HawkTrap to be a little awkward as they roadtrip to Oliver's, and then Oliver is kinda 'hmm' when he sees that they're out of step with one another. I'd originally planned for a TrapHawk ending but it I've been mulling over a TrapOllie endgame.
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
unrequited love with no happy ending. for some reason, i especially enjoy it if there's a love triangle and the person i'm rooting for is the one that loses. idk. this is like anti-shipping, and i have no idea why i was so obsessed with it for years, but i've sought it out even as a kid. honestly, the fics were comically bad and that's part of what i liked about them, so i eventually weaned myself off. i really mean it when i say 'guilty' pleasure lol, i might write it, but i wouldn't publish.
K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?
i'd really like to write a multichapter post-war 4077th reunion But it Sucks. old wounds in the wartime relationships are opened, and new wounds are made in the relationships that predate the war.
BJ, Hawkeye and Peg are in a messy love triangle, Trapper and Hawkeye are out of step, Klinger doesn't realize until he sees Potter how resentful he is of him, Charles doesn't show, Margaret and Hawkeye try to hook up in a desperate bid for familiarity but oops they're not actually attracted to each other. Lots of drinking, dysfunction and hurt feelings, a terrible time for everyone involved.
U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.
on the fence about Klinger/Trapper.... they're real, but i'm not sure yet if I want to write them.
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🥺 That was so nice of you to say, you're so sweet and nice and iwbshdjsonenfjiejr
Also do you think that rooster/jake/bob would get a tattoo (or more) of something special to them and the reader?
Also also unholy thot #2: if the space in the cockpit were bigger would any of the tgm squad do the deed there with their special someone 👀
ALSO this is an unrelated q but if you were part of the dagger squad what would your callsign be? In my head my character (i prefer making chars that can fit into scenarios vs imagining myself) would have either 'Duchess' or 'Vixen'
Ily pls don't feel obligated to answer ALL of these 'alsos' if you don't feel like it ❤️
oof!! you’re sweet too to send me some thoughts! and I really am glad to hear you’re feeling better. If you ever need to vent, my inbox is open!💞
I actually feel like Bob might get a matching tattoo? I have some friend tattoos, I have one of the moon, like so many other people, but I really like the sentiment of it being a source of light in the darkness - so maybe Bob and his significant other would get that together? Ugh, now I’m soft thinking about Bob looking all bashful and proud every time he sees his tattoo. He’d look at it and think of his so when he’s deployed🥹🥹 I feel like Rooster might show love a different way, and I don’t peg Jake as a tattoo kind of guy? (He doesn’t wanna mess up the canvas too bad) but please share your thoughts!! What kind of tattoo do you think Jake/Rooster would get?🥰
Akansksk I mean, I feel like Jake would be tempted but also I think they’re all too much of good boys to fuck with such expensive equipment. On commercial flights however… it’s fair game. Jake would 100% try to convince you to let him do a quickie in the galley (literally out in the open, like the kitchen area🤦🏻♀️) when the FA’s are on break. Rooster would want to join the mile high in the bathroom for sure.
Ohhh those are both really cool!! I understand that. Sometimes I really just read and think up a character myself. And my initial reaction is, as always, to be funny - so my first thought of my call sign was “Dumbass” but on a more serious note I’d love something cool, when in all reality I’d probably end up with something akin to Fanboy (because I’m such a nerd). I did write a blurb with a character called Dove which I liked. What call sign would you give me? (You’re allowed to say dumbass😉)
#maybe fox? or I’d just go like bob and be Alex#now I’ll be thinking about this for the rest of the day#ITS HARD#thanks again for the fun ask!!!!#lovely nonny
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For the WIP game: "Tactical Insertions 2"? 👀
Ohhh...
The sad but true answer is that this is a MESS. I've always wanted to write a sequel to Tactical Insertion (wherein Steve survived the crash and was present for Season 1 of Agent Carter) but Season 2 was soooo bad. So bad. I was just frustrated with it so much that it was hard to figure out where he goes, how I get around the whole "love triangle" piece of it to make the story make sense.
With Season 1 it was just a few rewrite, him chilling in the background, letting Peggy do her thing then showing up at the end, but Season 2 will be an entire overhaul.
One day, when I'm done with all my WIPs, I'll attempt it again. Right now it's about 3 pages of the first scene in the first episode, then a handful of notes on what's supposed to happen after that. There's a lot of real potential in there, and I still hold out hope that someday I'll make it into an honest to god story... Here's a snippet...(Ok, more like half of what's actually written, but... I'm feeling generous!)
Steve stood in the small, dark room with his arms across his chest, watching Peg circle Dottie as they traded sharp barbs. He was both fascinated and on alert. They’d tracked Dottie for months, it seemed almost too easy to pick her up in the bank this morning. “Here are the things you will tell me,” Peggy began, her stern voice muffled by the glass between them, “The names of your handlers in Russia, your methods of communication with them, the names and whereabouts of other communist operatives on American soil, why you were targeting Bowery Savings Bank, and who it is you are working for.”
“You’re acting like you’ve got a front-row seat to Rocky Graziano versus Tony Zale,” Thompson muttered from behind Steve. The man who was now chief had been grating on Steve from the first day he met him, and not just for his tendencies to be rude and domineering. The man had an edge that was slowly showing itself, a desire for power and visibility that Steve had seen before, and it made it hard for him to trust Thompson.
Steve took a deep breath, determined not to mince words with the man now, especially when Dottie seemed so talkative. “Quiet.”
“Peggy, I expected so much more from you, not ‘you will tell me this and this and this.’ Where's your technique? Girls like you raised with silver spoons and perfect skin, you expect everything to come to you so easily.” Steve hadn’t spent any time with Dottie, but he knew Peggy had, he knew she knew the woman better than any agent in this building, but there was something unnerving about the woman all the same. She was always so calm, so cool. It set his teeth on edge to watch them.
He was riveted watching the way Peggy dealt with her, so calm, so clear in what she wanted, so in charge. Steve took a deep breath, focusing on what she was saying. “You have one chip to trade on: fear. And fear is the one tool that little girls who grow up handcuffed to their beds learn.” Peggy’s confidence was sky high, a challenge, and he could see feel the tension in the room from the other side of the mirror. “I, however, am not afraid of you.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to think about how impressed he was with her, how in love he was with her, as she let the small lapel pin slide across the table. “Now, this was found in deposit box 143. There was no owner on the bank registry. Why did you want it?”
Dottie’s smile was positively chilling, a challenge if he’d ever seen one. “Peg, We both know there are currencies stronger than money.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Thompson huffed, sidling up to Steve. “She’s wasting time.”
Steve looked at the man, incredulous, as the door opened. “If anyone can break Dottie Underwood, it's Peggy.”
“Chief?” The young man stuck his head through the crack in the door, “L.A.'s on the horn.”
“Thanks,” he strode quickly to the phone in the back of the room as the agent turned his attention to Steve.
“Captain Rogers, senator Brandt asked that you call him back as soon as possible, as well.” The young agent couldn’t quite make eye contact with Steve as he strode past, thanking him and heading toward Peggy’s desk in the bullpen.
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Star trek:Strange new worlds: the serene squall
T'prill wants to tru butt stuff./j she wants to explore his human side
Nurse chapel and spock are "friends"
You want to see this clichė
This lady slays lesbian energy crop top, tats, cartilage piercing.
Introooo it's more alien and newer but also flourishy and fancier but old elements are included.
The caption has been trying to reach you about your ships extended warranty
We in a net. Spock had to choose with emotion
Spock don't cut yourself on that half vulcan-half human edge
Do-death-ahedron
Orion raiders his name was Remy
He's queer coded. He called pike handsome.
Nurse chapel back woooo. She's badass.
Chilli.
Councilor my husband was maimed and killed. And he was a logical Vulcan emotion would have saved him
Mutiny
Angel? She's a captain.
Oh I came for spock rawr!!!
Slayyy queeen toying with pray.
Gaslight, girl boss, gatekeep, gay. Captian angel
An affair with nurse chapel okay it makes sense. All that tension
Fire gently like non lethal damage on a fireball
Romulan????
Her makeup slayyy.
Spock half brother.
Episode:Elysian kingdom
She's an 11yr old fan fiction writer lmaooo
Use a god damned centrifuge my guy.
Jinx you're self.
Delayed response.
Dafuq.
King?
She's slayy knight.
They in Renaissance Faire land. Fun love these episodes that go from Sci fi to fantasy they are always great.
Nurse chapel also does ASMR apparently
Mercury stone is that just Mercury or something different.
Doggo
Wizard.
Terrible magics.
Song or morning klingon death chant.
Oh my gods he's a hot half elf. Maybe he will actually have some edge. Gay vibes
Uhura is the queen slayyyyy my gods.
Daddy.
In the dungeon?!?!?
Keeps a knife on him.
Shoulder pads.
I hate to kill you you're Honorable or Indigo Montoya looking ass.
Huntress and Sir gay gay gay homosexual gay
No we are not chopping off my head.
Gay gay gay homosexual gay
He's getting not pegged by this evil queen calling it right now. But he wants it. Tbh
I want to see the 2+hr long video essay called Why queen neive was right. (Queen neive is internal queen in the story)
Hemmer wizard has a flame thrower calling it rn.
Please be gentle. Rawr.
Now una with lesbian huntress fantasies with her knight gf
Episode:all those who wander
Don't split the party
Hebra region.
They dead.is it amogus?
It's the abominable snowman. From star wars and Rudolph.
It vented.
Alien chest bursters. Alien and predator abilities heat vision.
Red shirt harmed. If you or a loved one has been harmed as part of star fleet security you may be entitled to financial compensation.
All this gorn reminds me of old videos of oz media playing alien vs predator 3
Alerted to sound
Unrelated but I love one pound yarn balls they are great so much yarn
Ohhh dry ice spooky
Piñata
Bro you're Andorian you love the cold they hate it, its logical.
Hes to emotionally in tune. Oh my God.
He's involved with this person.
Episode:A errand of mercy
Oh my God I'm you from the future.
Oh my God he had a pony. SIR Neighs alot.
It's the time stone!!!
They redoing tos scenes.
James and same kirk are brothers.
Kirk eh don't change things set. Don't like it.
Ah Romulans are just space drow. We get it.
Oh no kirk dies anyways. (As long as we got spock we fine)
Scotty!!!Scotty!!!!
Group call
Rick roll
Shredded.
Romulan and federation war.
Oh no spock died.
Spock is like that girl in life is strange (blue hair)
Spock you are very important to me.... okay a Lil bit of gay vibes hints of it.
Syndrome ass music.
Extras woot: this may just be a tos episode:balance of terror
Mawage is wat bwings us towgewter today wuv tuu wuv that bwesed awangement the dweam within a dweam. (Princess bride quote)
No there is ship to ship communications how would they vlog otherwise. (They are claiming otherwise) but I love how we have more advanced tech they couldn't even think of.
The "married" couple was in the same department and one outrank other that's bad like conflicting interests.
Burned soo good he may as well be anakin
Flash bang the enterprise. But they did a good job at recreating it
Okay slay makeuppp king.
Spock always looks pissed off its great.
I like the way that was written tldr leave your bigotry in your own quarters. Okay yes that is how you deal with it.
Bisexal romulan lighting okay slayyyu.
Hardest substance not toughest yeah you can crush hard substances
Spock being gay again.
Minigun tactic.
Yeet trash at them. To simulates being hit.
He fucking smiled when McCoy came in gay gay gay homosexual gay.
There are 10 million million million million particles in the universe that we can observe. Yo momma took the ugly ones and placed them into one nerd.
He looks so done with this shit and gay. Romulan gayness.
Oh no the gay vibes ahhhhh
Spock saves the bigots ass.
Oh no the person who was going to get married had her fiancé killed oh no.
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Wrong Number
By spencerswhoreclub
Wc- 1906
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AN- This is like the episode where people kept calling Spencer and but he accidentally goes off on y/n and gets punished.
This chapter contains- impact play, heavy degrading, a little praise, use of the pet name "puppy", female receiving oral sex, (male) anal penetration, use of a cock ring and ball gag, a wee bit of CNC (I promise nothing major), hair pulling, and mommy kinks.
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Spencer has been working on a case for a few days. I've been missing him so much and I just want to hear his voice, so I decided to call him. What's the worst that could happen?
I dialed his number and pressed call half expecting him not to answer, I mean it's the middle of the day he's probably busy. But to my surprise he answered after one ring. I was going to say hi but I was interrupted.
"Hi! This is Doctor Spencer Reid, I actually can't come to the phone right now with a very special message that your mother is a-"
"Spencer"
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Spencer's POV
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"Spencer"
Ohh I fucked up
"I'm sorry y/n I thought you were-"
"Save it, prepare for your punishment when you get back."
"W-what is it going to be"
"I haven't even decided yet" fuck, it's bad "when you get home you're going to go to our bedroom and strip. I want you to be on the floor, on your knees. Got it?"
"Y-yes ma'am"
"Good, I'll see you then, love you bye"
"B-bye, love you"
As soon as she hung up the phone Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi obviously had questions but Derek was the only one that had the courage to ask.
"Was that y/n?"
I nodded my head
"Actually I'm going to stop playing dumb, we all heard what she said. I guess boy wonder over here is kinkier than we thought."
"So you're not surprised she's the one in charge"
"Look kid, you practically have the word 'bottom' written on your forehead"
"Fuck you, I'm going back to my hotel"
I was successfully able to keep my mind on the case until it was solved, but we had a long plane ride back to DC and all I could think about was my punishment. I'm really nervous, and I did a poor job of hiding it.
"Hey pretty boy, are you nervous about going home?"
"Why would he be nervous" Emily spoke up
I shot him a look begging not to tell but my efforts were futile.
"His girlfriend, y/n, is the one in charge if you know what I mean" he said while elbowing prentiss
"Ohhh I see, did you do something to make her mad?"
"He sure did, he answered the phone and started yelling at her thinking she was someone else."
Rossi decided to speak up out of nowhere
"And afterward she said that she was going to punish him when he got home and to go straight to their room and strip and to get on his knees"
"Rossi I thought you were on my side"
"Who said that, I am Switzerland"
"Hey nice try, but no changing the subject" Derek interjected
"Ok but that is brutal, what do you think she's going to do?"
"She said she doesn't know yet" Morgan answered before I even got the chance to "I bet next time we see him he'll be walking funny"
"Alright everyone that's enough"
"Thank you hotch"
"It's my turn, what do you think she's going to do? No one will make fun of you if you tell us. Right Morgan?"
"Right"
"Okay fine, she might spank me, keep me from cumming or, pe- never mind"
"No never mind, she pegs you doesn't she"
"I shall not confirm nor deny"
"I'll bring you coffee and a donut every day for the next week"
"The chocolate ones with the-"
"Yes with the sprinkles, spill"
"Fine, yes she does
"I KNEW IT, remind me to tell y/n she's my favorite"
"But what about me Emily" Spencer interjects
"I said what I said
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Skip to when he gets home
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I walk through the door and I know y/n is in the living room but I don't even bother greeting her, or even looking at her.
I go straight back to the room and follow her previous instructions, the plan is to be a good boy and give her puppy dog eyes and maybe she'll go easy on me. I doubt it though.
When she finally comes in I still don't dare to even glance at her, I just look at the floor and listen
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Your POV
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When Spencer finally gets home he immediately goes to our room. I wait for a few minutes because I want him to have to wait, I like to see how antsy he gets. When I finally walk in I see him on his knees, just like I told him.
"Tonight you're getting 15 spanks and I won't touch you until you can prove to be my good little boy"
I crouch down and grab his face so he's looking at me
"I'm not sure if you'll get to cum tonight, that all depends on you. Understand?"
"Y-yes ma'am"
"Good, now get up"
He stands up and watches me while I undress until I'm left in nothing but my bra and underwear. I sit on the bed and motion for him to come lay on my lap. Once he's there I immediately bring my hand down across his ass.
"One, t-thank you"
I do it again
"T-two, thank you"
I keep going all the way to fifteen
"Get up"
When he gets up I see he's hard and his tip is leaking
"You liked that didn't you"
"Yes mommy"
"You’re such a dirty fucking slut, come kneel on the ground in front of my bed"
He does as I ask while giving me puppy dog eyes, begging to be touched.
"I'm sick of you always thinking you're going to get what you want because of those damn puppy dog eyes. You know what I'm going to call you puppy from now on, got it?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Good, now before I do anything to you, eat mommy out"
He immediately dives in, hooking his arms around my thighs to pull me closer to him. When his lips connected with my clit all I could feel was pleasure, I tried to hold my moans back but I was very unsuccessful. What can I say, Spencer is good at what he does.
I release my loud moans and tug on his hair probably harder than I should have, but judging by the load moan he let out against me I don't think he minded
I already knew I wasn't going to last much longer but when he added two fingers I could hold it off any more.
"I-I'm cumming"
As soon as I finished my sentence I felt myself go over the edge and even after I came down Spencer didn't stop
"Hey, stop"
He stopped what he was doing but kept his arms around my thighs.
"I really thought you were going to be my good little puppy, I guess I still have to punish you"
"I am your good little puppy, you just taste so good and I- I'm sorry"
He immediately let go and returned to his kneeling position
"Get on the bed with your ass in the air"
I got off of the bed and walked over to the chest where we keep all our toys. I pulled out my strap, some lube, a ball gag and a cock ring
"Put it on"
I said after tossing him the ring and ball gag, then I put on the strap.
I walked over to him then put lube on my fingers and rubbed it on his entrance. Then I heard him let out a soft muffled moan.
"Awe puppy I barely touched you, how pathetic."
I pushed my fingers in to loosen him up a bit more before I fuck him and he let out a loud moan
"Now this is what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you until I feel like stopping and you're not going to cum until the end. I don't care how long it takes, I don't care about any protests. Since you can't use you safe word tap me three times, shake your head if you understand"
As soon as he shook his head, I pushed my strap into him. I started thrusting soft at first but then It got harder and harder (not faster, harder)
I eventually start going faster as well, mercilessly pounding his ass and all I can hear is his muffled screams. After twenty minutes or so I finally stopped. and I could feel him relax but he should know me better than that. I only stopped to flip him over.
(Before y'all come @ me I know you're not supposed to lay ur sub on their back while they're wearing a ball gag but just use ur imagination for the fic)
"I just wanted to flip you over so I could see your cute little face. look at your messy hair and the spit running down your face, how do you expect me to not fuck you"
After adding more lube I slam into him causing him to scream out in pleasure (and a little pain).
"What's wrong? Can't take my dick you little bitch boy? Maybe next time you'll check whos fucking calling you. Cum, now"
As soon as I gave permission he released all over my chest and his, thanks to the cock ring intensifying his orgasm. I pull out of him and lick off the cum from our bodies making sure to keep eye contact.
I took off his gag and immediately connected my lips to his, it started off as sweet but he deepened it so I couldn't resist but to keep going.
Then he does something he's never done before he grabs the dildo and starts sucking on my USED strap, making sure to lick all of it off. The sight alone is enough to make me moan.
I start to kiss his neck but he stops me by putting his lips around my nipple instead. We had another round after that but this time a punishment is the furthest thing from my mind.
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Spencer's POV
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This morning I stood up and nearly fell over. I'm really not looking forward to going to work because Morgan's going to be right.
I walk in and head straight to my desk to try and sit down as soon as possible. if I'm being honest my ass is on fire but I'll take that over Morgan knowing he was right. I thought I had made it, until I heard a voice behind me.
"Hey pretty boy I got your do...nut, wait a minute are you actually limping. Okay y/n I see you girl"
Out of the corner of my eye I see Rossi slip JJ a twenty
"Hey! did you bet on it, WAIT JJ did you vote against me"
"What can I say, you've got bottom written on your forehead"
Then I hear Emily coming out from her office
"Wait Spencer are you actually limping? How would y/n feel about a sin to win weekend?"
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