#reader is their own cockblock LMAO

[gojoux]

『 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐔𝐒, 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. 』

· Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

· Summary: You and him got caught in a heated make out session.

· CW: 3k // Suggestive. Fluff. Slight crack. You two got cockblocked lmao. Gojo is a bit of exhibitionist. Gojo can't keep his mouth shut. Gojo is taller than reader. Gojo lifts reader up. Reader sits on his lap. Fem!Reader.

This request made me continue this piece in my draft.

You just came back home from your mission, texting your boyfriend who has come back from his own to inform him that you're already at school. You also grab something to drink from the vending machine once you've arrived near the buildings. You bought two, for him as well.

You walk more towards the teacher's office, opening the door to be greeted by the sight of him relaxed sitting on his desk, doing his paperwork, reporting a file for the result of his mission.

Gojo looks up from the paperwork he's filing and smiles at you. “Ah, you're back. How was the mission?” He stands up and walks over to you, putting his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly. “No injuries this time, I hope?”

You set your drinks on the table beside you before circling your arms around his neck. “Nope. Not a scratch.” You smile proudly.

Gojo smiles back at you, leaning down to kiss your lips, a hand caressing your cheek. “Good,” his voice is soft as he speaks to you. “I'd hate to see my beautiful girlfriend come home all scratched up.” He kisses you again longer. “Tell me about the mission.”

You take the drink that you bought for him before answering, “Later.”

He takes the drink from you with one hand and his other am still around your waist, his attention immediately captured. “Ah, you're trying to distract me?” He takes a sip of his drink. “Seems it's working.”

“But don't think you can keep me from asking you about the mission,” he grins at you. “I'll get it out of you eventually.”

“Oh, really? And how would you do that, hm?” You lean to kiss his chest. “Why do you even want to know my mission anyway, it's nothing new.” You let out a small yawn after.

“You're right, it's likely nothing new,” he chuckles. “I just want to know what kind of curse had the misfortune of running across you this time.”

“But I bet I could... motivate you to tell me about the mission.” He begins to kiss your jaw, slowly working his way down to your neck.

You reach one of your hands to his hair, “Now you're the one who's distracting me.”

He presses his lips firmly against your neck, nibbling the skin with his teeth. His hands move slowly, caressing your waist and lower back. “Maybe that's exactly what I wanted to do," he whispers in your ear before pulling back slightly but still holding firmly onto you. “This is exactly what you want too, isn't it?”

You hum in response, enjoying the way his soft pressing against your skin. “Let's talk about something else then.”

He moves his lips back to your ear. His hand moves up further towards your shoulders, and he begins to massage them gently. “What would you like to talk about instead?” He asks, his tone sounding more and more sensual now. “Anything else we could do to pass the time?” His free hand begins to knead the muscles of your shoulder.

“Anything in mind?” You ask back. “You're usually the one who comes up with the ideas.”

“Of course, I have lots of ideas,” he says, his voice sounding even more sultry now. “I'm just not sure how to choose.” He moves his lips away from your neck but keeps his body close to yours, his hands continuing to caress you.

You lean your body closer to him even more. “I was thinking we should just kiss.”

“Hmm,” he lowers his head, his face just inches from yours. “And if we did that,” He gives you a few pecks on your lips before speaking again. “Are you sure we could keep things at just a kiss?” He asks playfully.

“If it's with you, I don't think so.” You chuckle, also giving him a few short pecks.

He chuckles as his hands move down towards your ass, squeezing it firmly but gently. He breaks away for a moment, breathing heavily. “I can't resist you when you look at me like that.” He gives you another peck on the lips before trailing more kisses onto your cheek.

“All I want to do is kiss you... and do many things to you... You would like that, won't you?” He says between kisses. “You can't resist me after all.”

“You know me so well,” you smile at his words, enjoying the way he kisses you so gently, but no mistake that there's a sense of need behind his kisses. You know him and how this would turn out.

“If we keep this up,” he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, whispering to your ear, making your body shiver at the way he talks to you, “I don't think I'll be able to control myself.”

“That's good.” You hum in contentment. “Don't hold back.”

Gojo's eyes light up at your response, and he finally kisses you, his lips pressing against yours in a feverish, desperate way. His hands move back up to your waist, the muscles in his arms and hands flexing as he holds you tight against him.

After a moment, he breaks the kiss to breathe. “Mm, I love you so much,” he says, his voice a bit strained, before kissing you again eagerly.

You let out a small moan at the kiss, relishing the way his lips pressed and moved so fluidly against yours. “Mm... Love you, too...” You try to answer between kisses. His hand went up to reach the back of your head, keeping your head still as he pushed his lips more.

He lifts you up mid-kiss, making you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, licking and sucking your tongue that makes your whole body tingle.

He pulls away slightly, “I want you right now.” He kisses you again, his lips moving back down to your neck, bringing his other hand down, squeezing your waist.

“Here?” You ask, already breathless from the kiss.

“Why not?” He smiles mischievously. “I don't want our lovemaking to be constrained by silly social conventions,” his hands moving lower down to your thighs as he continues to kiss you. “In fact,” he whispers, “I'm a little excited at the thought of risking being caught together like this.”

“So you're asking for it.” You let out a breathy chuckle as he continues to kiss you.

Gojo laughs flirtatiously as you respond, your words only making him more excited. “Damn right, I am.” His body tightly pressed against yours with him between your thighs. “I'm absolutely asking for it,” he adds. “I want you so bad, right here, right now, in front of the whole Jujutsu High if possible.”

He pulls away slightly to look at you again needily. “Please, I need you right now.”

“Here I thought we were just making out.” You caress his arms, looking up at him. “Not that I'm complaining, I love your kisses.” He may be unreadable through his blindfold, but you could tell that his eyes are looking at you with lust, just wanting to take you there and then.

“Well, I'm not really in the mood for ‘just’ making out,” the playfulness in his tone is still there as he speaks. “You can tell by just looking at me right now. I need more.” He presses his lips against yours again, the intensity of the kiss increasing if possible. He begins to grind slowly against you, his hands gripping your hips tightly, making you let out a small moan at the kiss. “I want you so bad.” He whispers.

“Okay." You manage to say a word from the kiss that just took your breath away. “Is that a yes?” He whispers, nibbling on your lip. “Come on, baby,” he's already impatient, “Don't make me wait for it anymore. Just let me take what I need,” he gives you a short kiss, “I'm begging you here.”

“You know you don't need to ask for that.” You pull him closer by his nape, claiming his lips with yours once more.

He gasped a bit, quickly returning the kiss, his eyes lit up as he heard your response. “Let me take you right here, right now.” He moves his body against you, rubbing himself more against you.

“I can't wait any longer.” Then, in his most needy and desperate tone yet, he adds, “Please, let me have you.”

You hum in approval at the kiss, and he lifts you up again, carrying you for a few steps towards his desk, placing you on his lap.

“That's it,” he pulls you closer to him, his hands firmly gripping your hips. He begins to kiss you again, his lips pressing forcefully against yours. “Don't make me wait anymore,” he sounds desperate already, full of desire just for you.

You quickly unzip his jacket, opening it wide. He still has a t-shirt underneath. No problem, you'll get to that later.

This time, it's your turn, placing kisses down from his jawline to his neck. He lets out a satisfied moan as he feels your lips moving down his jawline, and he lets his jacket hang loosely on his shoulders, his hands moving to rest on your waist. His skin feels warm and soft, and he slowly brings his hands up toward the back of your head as you continue to kiss him, leaving a few hickeys on the way.

“Ah... yes...” He tilts his head back. He pulls you closer, urging you to move on his lap. “I need you now,” he grabs the back of your hair slightly to pull you away from his neck to kiss you again. He really can't get enough of the taste of your lips. He just wants more and more.

You lean back, breathless. He takes the opportunity to remove your top, “Is this the way you want it?” He asks, pulling it off your shoulder. “Do you like what I'm doing to you?” He leans to kiss the place above your breast that is covered by your bra.

“Yes...” You grasp his hair, looking down at what he's doing. “Good.” He moves down to nibble the skin of your breast, his fingers teasingly playing with the strap. He kisses up to the side of your neck, his finger reaching the back of your bra to unclasp it, until—

“What are you doing?”

You both stopped abruptly as you both looked at the door.

It's the person you've known since high school,

Principal Yaga.

“Oh, hey, Yaga-sensei.” He waved a hand and his other arm still held your body close to him. “It's nothing serious," he replies casually. “We were just discussing some training methods. As you see, we are quite busy right now.” He leans forward to give you a short kiss, his tone remains relaxed and unbothered. He's just being his usual self. “Sorry if we made too much noise. I didn't even notice. We'll be finished in a few moments.”

And he's smiling so lightly as he says so like this isn't even a big deal, which it is not at all, for him.

Yaga could only sigh, “What did I tell you about keeping your private matters away in the public?” He doesn't even sound angry, he already knows you two are going to keep doing it anyway.

That is because Yaga has already been used to the sight of you and Gojo making out at some random places ever since you were in high school.

Yes, that's right.

Everyone who has visited Jujutsu High has already seen you and Gojo showing public displays of overload affection ever since you were high school sweethearts until you both became respected teachers at the school.

Gojo continues to look back and forth between you and Yaga, his tone sounding playful and relaxed. “Just a few moments, as I said. We'll be done before the day is out.”

“Besides," he continues, more casual now, “Why should we need to limit our making out to a private space like this one? Love is meant to be seen by everyone, isn't it?” His eyes flit to yours, the playful tone turning slightly flirtatious. “At least, that's what I think,” he grins widely.

You press your lips together, trying to not laugh at his words. Your man really is shameless.

“That's not how it works, Satoru.” Yaga deadpanned, he sounds so done with his antics.

Gojo just chuckles as he leans back on his chair, pulling you along onto his chest. “Oh, come on, sensei. I think love should be expressed freely, without the boundaries of time or space. Love should be seen by everyone. It should be celebrated for all to hear.” He leans forward, kissing you again before speaking. “I mean, why should I need to hide my love for my girlfriend here?” He kisses you again.

“She's too beautiful to go unnoticed. And besides,” he adds, confident and playful, “All that matters is that I enjoy it, and that (Y/N)-chan enjoys it.” He glances at your exposed body behind his blindfold.

You just want to hide yourself right now from how he talks about it. What people think about what he's talking about is completely different from what he's actually implying. You know him too well.

You pull your top to hide your body while you hide your face onto his shoulder, trying to contain the embarrassment and laughter at the same time. “That's enough, Satoru.”

Gojo continues to look at Yaga, who is for some reason just stood there with blank faces and crossed arms, his tone sounding defiant and rebellious, like he was in high school.

“What, you mean that's enough of me or enough kissing?” He chuckles before returning his attention to Yaga, “I'm not hurting anyone. In fact, I would say I'm doing everyone a favor. Wouldn't the world be much happier if there were more public displays of love like this?” He leans forward, kissing your neck again and his hand moves down your body until it reaches your mid-thigh.

Yaga shakes his head like a disappointed father. “Keep yourself busy with something else. I want both of your mission reports done by tomorrow.”

“Of course, sensei. We'll be done after this. Please, don't mind us.” He caresses the back of your head that is still on his shoulder. “I'm sure we'll have our mission reports done by tomorrow.” He presses a kiss on your forehead.

Yaga left the office with yet another sigh, not wanting to deal with this for too long. This defiant man who used to be a student of his surely won't take this matter seriously, like always.

You lift your head from his shoulder. “What was that for?” You finally let the laughter escape after a while holding it back.

“Just a little bit of fun," he cheerfully answered. “Come on, it's not like we were doing anything bad. Maybe a bit distracting, but nobody's going to be upset by two people who love each other so much that they can't contain their affections.” He smiles at you again, “Don't you think so, my beautiful baby?” He nudges your cheek with the back of his finger.

“I want to know." You reach your finger up to his eye to pull his blindfold down, revealing his beautiful blue eyes that you absolutely adore. “You didn't know he's coming because you were too lost in the moment or you just ignored him so he found us out in this position?” You ask rather teasingly.

Judging by how Gojo is, you should have known it's most likely the latter.

“I knew he was going to come,” he replies, the playful tone returning to his voice.

Bingo.

“But I also knew that he wouldn't mind if he walked in on us like this,” he continues, his eyes flitting back to your lips. “Yaga-sensei has known we've been making out around the school for years now. I imagine he's gotten used to the idea of it, by now.” He leans in and kisses you quickly on the lips. “But there's no need to worry about that now. We're alone.”

“Mm, right, right.” You regain your composure after a good laugh.

He nuzzles his nose against yours with a wide smile still on his face. “I love that you're not worried about someone else finding out,” he says. “It shows how comfortable you've become with me.”

“But it also shows me something else,” he continues, his tone turning more flirtatious again. “You like it when others see you as my beautiful, loving girlfriend. You like it when other people have to see and recognize how much I love you. Am I right?” He leans in again and kisses you, his tongue gently teasing your lips as he does so.

“That's right. What if I do?” You smile when you feel his tongue wetting your lips. “I have such a loving, handsome boyfriend after all. I also want to show you off that you're mine, you know.”

With his blindfold off, you can clearly see how his eyes light up at your words. “Well, I definitely don't mind you showing me off,” he continues to kiss you, his tongue moving slowly against yours compared to the previous kisses. “And if I have my way,” he says, his tone sounding both excited and eager, “Everyone will know exactly how much I love you.”

“I think everyone does know that already with the way you are.” You chuckle as you brush back his hair.

He laughs lightly at your response, his eyes flickering with amusement as he looks at you. “Yeah, they do. I suppose it's hard to not know that when I'm constantly praising your beauty and showing off my devotion to you.” He keeps caressing your cheek gently, his eyes gazing into yours. “And I won't stop anytime soon, either.”

He cups your cheeks before leaning to give you a few more short kisses, making a smooching sound on purpose.

“So are you going to let me continue where we left off?”

This was longer than I expected, what am I doing... 😐️

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

hoodie szn (but make it jolly)

pairing: non-idol!bf!Chan x fem!reader (ft. roommate!Soonyoung)

genre: fluff, smut, comedy

warnings: mentions of food, reader is implied to be petite, fingering, use of pet names, whipped chan but also a tease, exhibitionism? sorta?, soonyoung is a cockblock on accident, playful banter, mentions of food

word count: ~1.9k

summary: getting snowed in with your boyfriend isn't as bad as you think - you can put up some early decorations, steal your boyfriend's hoodie - did we mention getting fucked in that hoodie?

Author’s note: Hello! This is my entry for the snowventeen collab of @svthub​! Be sure to check out the rest of the fics as well <3 Happy holidays!

p.s.: have this terribly made header with early 2010s wattpad style lmao

“The snow has already covered the biggest part of the city, the roads are closed off until further notice. Citizens are advised to stay at home and cut down on any unnecessary transports for their own safety”.

“Wonderful…”, you sigh and turn off the television, slouching back in the cushions of the couch. You definitely didn’t expect getting snowed in the day after sleeping over at your boyfriend’s apartment.

But then again, when was the last time you actually saw snow in the city? Might as well enjoy it, right?

You open the curtains once more to take a peek into the now white streets, just a handful of people walking around in heavy clothing, clutching the grocery bags in their hands with all the necessary supplies.

A chill runs down your spine and you realize that you’re still in your rather thin pajamas, which aren’t really the best option for such weather. You skip to Chan’s bedroom and start rummaging through his closet, hoping you’ll find something warm and cozy enough. Your eyes shine when you spot a stark white hoodie of his, although you’re a tiny bit disappointed when you notice that the hoodie is sleeveless. 

“Eh, I’ll just put a shirt underneath”, you deadpan and open the drawer right below, where Chan keeps some of your shirts - those you forget whenever you sleep over, at least.

Your intuition is proven correct as you spot a long sleeved black shirt and you waste zero time in changing into the handpicked clothes.

You do a once-over at the mirror and notice your bare legs, suddenly feeling very cold down there. “Damn, I’m sure I’ve brought socks with me…”, you mutter and search through your bag again. “Aha!”, you exclaim when you finally find your pair of black thigh high socks - which, coincidentally, are Chan’s favorite on you (you definitely didn’t do that on purpose).

A few minutes pass and you’re found in the living room again, laying on the couch, scrolling on social media out of boredom. You sigh as you look at the posted pictures, decorated balconies and Christmas trees, hot beverages and gingerbread houses. You close your phone, putting it down on the table, whining in defeat.

You glance around and notice that Chan's apartment is very much ordinary and in desperate need of Christmas decorations. Well, might as well keep yourself busy with something, right?

You get up and start searching around the house to find any obnoxiously big boxes that could possibly contain said decorations. 

Living room? Nope. Soonyoung's room? Out of bounds, not stepping in there. Chan's room? Not there either. 

"Where the hell are they…", you mutter and go to the bathroom to splash some water on your face, when you see a box awkwardly sticking out right next to the washing machine. Nah, it can't be, you think but you nonetheless try to pull it out and lift it up, a quite familiar sound echoing from within.

"I swear to God…", you plop the box down and remove the tape, rolling your eyes as you see that there are, indeed, Christmas stuff in there.

"These damn idiots", you grumble as you take out the colorful lights, trying to detangle them from the mess they currently are in. You’re caught up in separating all the garlands and mistletoes when the door clcks open, revealing your boyfriend (who could easily pass for a snowman in his current state).

“Babe, I’m h- what the fuck happened in here”, Chan deadpans while taking off his snow-covered shoes, leaving them on the doormat.

“That’s what I said when I realized it’s literally two days away from Christmas and you still don’t have Christmas decor in your apartment!”, you point at the open box, filled with mistletoes, lights and tree charms. “If anything, it makes me think you forgot about Christmas”, you plop on the couch with a disappointed pout. “Hey, that’s too far!”, he points at you in protest, “We just didn’t have enough time to decorate with Soonyoung”, he puts his jacket on the hanger, “Classes have been running crazy these days, everyone seems to wanna learn dancing for all the holiday parties”, he ruffles his hair a bit.

"Anyways, what were you doing outside with that weather?" you ask him, “Didn’t you freeze your ass off?”. “Yeah, I kinda did, but I managed to find food!”, he proudly flexes the bag with the warm takeout in it. “Aww, Channie, you didn’t have to”, “Shut up, of course I had to - It’s not like I always have my girlfriend staying over - with my flatmate not being here as well! Talk about luck, huh?”, “Well, I don’t know if getting snowed in counts as luck, but I’m not saying no to it”, you laugh.

After placing the food on the counter, Chan takes a more detailed glance at your current outfit.

“Babe, is that my hoodie?”, Chan raises an eyebrow, realizing that the sole clothing article covering your body, is indeed, his hoodie.

“Yeah, it is - does it look good on me?”, you hop off the couch and twirl around in a cute way, but you don’t realize the hoodie rides up and it reveals part of your ass - along with your lacy white thong.

Chan immediately gets up and pulls you flush to his body, his hands smoothing over the fabric, yet his palms ending up on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“Baby, it looks really good on you”, he smiles, his voice dropping a few octaves, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“So good I wanna make you cum while you wear it”.

“Channie!”, you yelp at his words, skin flushing at the thought of your boyfriend doing such unspeakable things to you, “May I remind you that you don’t live alone?”, you reprimand him and he rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss on your cheek, a radiant grin on his face. “Y/N, Soonyoung isn’t even here today and he won’t be able to return until the roads are cleaned up”, “You’re so insufferable sometimes”, you roll your eyes at him, but he merely brings you closer to him, making you back step towards the couch.

The back of your legs hit the cushions of the couch and you plop down on it with a giggle, Chan caging you with his body, his radiant smile captivating as ever.

"Hi", "Hey, handsome", you reply and he leans down to kiss you, spreading your legs to give him space. Chan gets the message and slots himself between them, his hands now running over your legs and the thigh highs.

"You brought these on purpose, didn't you?", he tugs at the elastic band, making it snap against your skin. "Maybe", you let out a tiny yelp as his fingers make contact with your covered core, rubbing your pussy over your flimsy panties.

"Naughty girl", Chan bites his bottom lip and slides your thong to the side, letting out a groan when he watches your pussy glistening with your juices, his fingers itching to slide in. “Chan, come on”, you whine, your hand wrapping around his wrist to pull his hand closer to where you need him the most. “Gosh, you’re so impatient”, he chuckles and you glare at him, opting to close your legs out of spite, but he’s having none of it.

“Baby, don’t misbehave”, Chan pins your right thigh with his free hand, the other one finally touching your pussy, making you moan out loud, “You wouldn’t really want me to leave you high and wet like that, right?”, he grins. “N-No, I don’t want you to stop”, you mutter, bringing your hand over your mouth to muffle the rest of your moans threatening to spill from your mouth. “What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you”, he sing-songs with the most teasing lilt he can muster. “Fuck, Chan, stop teasing and give me your fingers, please!”, you whine again, but it turns into a loud gasp when you feel your boyfriend’s fingers sink into your soaked core, instantly clenching down on them.

“Damn, baby, you’re sucking them right in, so fucking greedy”, Chan’s breath tickles your ear, his lips barely touching that weak spot behind it. You mentally beg he abuses that spot with his mouth, just like the way he knows.

He starts pumping them in a rather fast pace, his thumb reaching to rub your swollen clit, eliciting moan after moan from your lips. It’s as if he reads your thoughts when you feel his lips suck on that spot behind your ear, your mouth forming in an ‘o’ shape. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, so fucking well, fuck”, Chan moans, his own self-control wearing thin as his cock twitches with every little sound you make. “More, give me more”, you whine, your hand reaching to Chan’s crotch, palming his bulge over his pants, making him groan, his head leaning forward, forehead touching yours, breaths almost mingling together.

The both of you are completely lost in pleasure, your boyfriend’s fingers never stopping their motions, rubbing against your walls, that you completely miss the door clicking open, a different figure entering the apartment.

“Hello? Anyon- HOLY SHIT DUDE!”, the source of the voice snaps the both of you out of it, making you scream out loud. 

“What the- Soonyoung?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”, Chan yelps as he notices his roommate standing frozen on the doorstep. He puts himself in front of you to somehow cover your body from the older man’s sight, in an attempt to save the last remnants of decency. “Um, I can still see her, uh”, he gestures vaguely towards your body and you hide your face under your boyfriend’s hoodie out of shame.

Chan takes a pillow and throws it towards his roommate, while trying his best to put your panties back on, ending up leaving you high and dry, against his will, mouthing an “I’m sorry” with an embarrassed expression. 

“Can you at least explain why the hell you’re here? Weren’t you supposed to stay at Seungkwan’s tonight?”, “Well yeah, that was the plan, until a power cut happened and both of our phones died out so I had no way to text you”, he lets out an awkward laugh. “Let me get this straight - you left Seungkwan all alone in his house without power?”, you straighten your clothes, legs feeling a bit wobbly.

“In my defense, he managed to send a text to another friend of his to spend the night there before his phone died”, Soonyoung tries to excuse himself. “And you didn’t think about doing the same?”, your boyfriend grits out of annoyance. “Oh…Ahah, you are not wrong there, buddy”, Soonyoung laughs, making the two of you sigh in defeat, “Yeah, sorry about that, Y/N”. “You’re lucky you’re Chan’s friend and I love you, otherwise I would have decapitated you”, “Okay easy there, tiger”, he laughs and goes into his room to change. You feel a pair of arms around your waist and Chan turns you around, pulling you flush to his chest.

“I promise to make it up to you, babe, I swear”, he whispers against your lips, his hands fisting your (his) hoodie. “You better hold up to your word, mister, or I’ll strangle you with that ugly garland”, “Is that a promise”, “Threat would be a more suitable word”, you retort playfully.

“I’ll accept it either way”, Chan kisses you again, grinning widely.

Maybe getting snowed in isn’t so bad after all.

#svthub #svthub.collab #dino smut #dino fluff #dino crack #chan smut #chan fluff #chan crack #svt dino #lee chan #svt smut #svt fluff #svt crack #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen crack #seventeen

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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First dates, before kids and marriage 💘

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yourbestiename Taking notes 📝

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cozane I’m not apologizing, it was necessary

druski2funnny Shes going to hate you guys lmao

neelamthadhani For sure haha

yourusername OMG no, lol. My friends did the same thing. You’re all good.

urbanwyatt So that friend of yours, little short thing 👀

jackharlow URB NO

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#instagram au #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow x y/n

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

For the ask game! 6, 12, 13 for " get me a damned matcha" and 18!!

hi lucy!! ngl i completely forgot that i reblogged this even tho it was like 20 minutes ago LMAO thats the state of my mental wellbeing atm tbh

come send me some writer asks!

6. What character(s) do you find it most difficult to write?

for matcha specifically? hmm, i know i really struggled with reader at first, because i wanted the vibe of levi hating her at first for being what he thought was a "stereotypical undergrad" but i also wanted some sort of character dev? and i feel like what would push levi to begin seeing her in a different light would have been the fact that she had real life shit going on too. plus who doesn't love protagonists with tragic backstories (✿◡‿◡) and ofc the x reader anti's are gonna wanna come at me about her not being a "blank slate applies to everyone character", but y'all can lick my clit and that's the only thing i'm gonna say about that topic ofc there's always discourse about who writes levi well and in character blah blah blah, so i definitely have those intrusive thoughts, in both matcha and oneshots! i think i struggled with petra a bit. i wanted to portray her as someone who does care about the reader to some extent, but still have that plotline of the reader feeling like she's not really connecting with anyone. i think sometimes petra also gets portrayed in a very negative light so i didn't want to give that vibe off either IDK

12. The funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

tbh any of the comments during the mutual pining arc when they kept dancing around their feelings for each other. y'all were SO PISSED that oluo cockblocked them 😭😭 i also got a silly comment about thinking they were still enemies mid-mutual pining arc that pissed me off and upset me at the time, but now it's like satirical comedy. if you're not going to bother reading the actual fic, then don't bother commenting!

13. Inspiration for matcha?

well, i think i read Feeling's Mutual, which got me all ouuuu about a college au hehe. and then this oneshot i wrote made me all curious about a forced roommates au! and then you guys all voted for barista!levi, hence the combination of a college, roommates, and coffeeshop au (✿◡‿◡) a lot of the chapters are inspired by my own struggles with undergrad tbh, because i didn't have a particularly great time either. unfortunately, i did not have a levi in my life at the time to make it better (tragic). but i did struggle with feeling that pressure to socialize and party even though i adamantly hated it. felt that same pressure with being unable to keep up with grades in undergrad because of real life stuff (in my case it was mental illness LMAO). tbh this was a fic that wrote itself lmao i have NO IDEA how i was able to produce such a lengthy thing when i'm currently over here struggling just to plot out 10 chapters for this dumb mafia au

18. How'd you come up with the title for matcha?

well, it's a recurring theme and one of the first ways that levi communicates his love language for her! even when he was still convinced that he was still irritated by her lmaooo i think the other fic title i was thinking of was "found family" (because a big theme is the reader finding her found family in levi 😭) but it just didn't sit as well with me tbh

#kat chats #ask games #moots #moots.lucy

[yoongsisbae]

Ddak-ji SLAP

Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Procrastinating on writing by...writing filth, actual trash, garbage, because I’m horny and annoyed, the worst combination lmao. Dedicated to all my fellow struggling writers :')

Warning: smut, rough sex, PWP, just a bunch of randomness because I’m annoyed that omnicron is a cockblocking bitch :D, breaking all the grammar rules, SLAPPING, spanking, hair pulling, degradation, sadist!Jungkook x brat!reader x brat tamer!Seokjin, switchy!jin, switchy!reader, switchy!jk, big dick!jin because obviously, jin with a choking kink because obviously, jk calls you a slut but like in the most loving way possible, overstimulation, double penetration

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“Aish.” Seokjin winces as a montage of Gong Yoo and Lee Jungjae plays loudly on Jungkook’s Android.

Slap Slap Slap.

Gong Yoo wins another game of Ddak-ji.

Slap. You, Jungkook and Seokjin flinch.

The maknae rewatches the popular series, bored. Hotel rooms are boring. You and Jungkook have decided to bother the eldest tonight as entertainment.

The youngest member to your right, the oldest to your left. You lie your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, watching the game curiously. “You wouldn’t have to pay me to play that game,” you laugh, covering your face.

Seokjin asks you a very dry, “...what...”

You and Jungkook fall back on each other in laughter. “Oh so that’s what you like?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s said that before, Hyung.”

“Where? When? Show me proof.” Seokjin is insistent. Jungkook giggles. You are wheezing.

“Well, it’s not like I have it written down.”

“Why don’t you go do that?”

“Okay, fine. I’m doing it right now. You’ve played that game before, right? Ddak-ji?”

“On Hobi’s back.” The youngest remembers. You remember that too. It was hot. Hoseok is usually the one doling out punishments. Sometimes, you wish he'd punish you, but that’s for another day.

“I like being choked,” Seokjin confesses.

I guess this is what we’re doing tonight…that's one way to alleviate your boredom.

“Everyone already knows that,” you say laughing. Seokjin looks funny when he’s annoyed, and he looks sexy when he’s mad.

“She likes that too,” Jungkook says, smirking. His tongue plays with his lip ring. You want to pull on it with your teeth-

Whoa whoa, reign in it there, woman. Too aggressive! But...imagine. His lip pulled down, bottom teeth peaking above, with that smile, and his soft voice whining for you. Your hands play with the end of his unruly hair, pulling.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry.”

“Nah.”

“Can you two get a room and get out of mine.”

You pout. “Are you really mad?” Your eyes meet Jin's and stays.

“No, I’m just kidding.” Soft words and soft eyes; his fingers trace your jaw.

You punch Jin in the shoulder. Violence is not the answer, but jumping in his lap would have gotten you in trouble. His mouth opens, eyes cast with betrayal, grunting from the hit. It didn’t hurt, not really. Seokjin is a good actor.

And then you all laugh. It’s funny, it’s not really what’s said, but the looks you give each other that makes you giggle uncontrollably. Being around them...it’s comfortable...Jungkook...fun...Seokjin.

Stretching your limbs, you groan. Jungkook drapes his arm over you casually. Seokjin watches you both, glaring. “Let’s play then. Sit on Daddy’s lap.”

You gag. Why did he have to say it like that? The pair burst into laughter, and you laugh along, their hysterics are too infectious.

“You want to slap me?” Your lips curl into a half smile, intrigued.

“Yeah,” Seokjin shrugs. “I’ll let you slap me back.”

You stare at him.

He stares at you.

You bite your bottom lip. Seokjin eyes travel down.

Jungkook sits, gnawing on his own lip, fingers fidgeting, head cocked to the side waiting for your answer.

You press your finger to your chin. “I don’t think that’s a good-”

“You just said-”

“Okay fine!” You slap Seokjin hard.

“OOH!” Jungkook yells and winces in sympathy for his friend. You jump back, falling into Jungkook’s hard frame, covering your cheeks, partly in shock because you didn’t mean to hit Jin so hard, and partly in self preservation.

Seokjin head whips back around, hand covering the spot you slapped.

Your body shakes in laughter as you stutter out a weak sorry. You can’t help it, Seokjin’s bulging eyes look so comical, his mouth hanging open. Jungkook holds your shoulders, hiding behind you, too stunned to speak.

Jin's face falls, hand pulling away, two fingers telling you to come here.

Jungkook pushes your shoulders closer to his Hyung. Your laughter turns to squeals. “Wait wait wait, what are you doing? What are you doing?! This isn’t fair! It’s two against one! I’m just a weak fragile little wom-” The pair groan at you and Jungkook lets go of your shoulders. You take the opportunity to put the maknae in a headlock. “Yah! You traitorous little-WAIT-” Seokjin joins the tussle, wraps his large hand around your throat, pulling you to him.

Your eyes glaze over, mouth opening prepared for when you will inevitably be able to breathe again.

“See, told you she likes it,” Jungkook coughs, pulling out of your grasp when your arms loosen in compliance.

Seokjin sighs again, body heated from your scuffle. His bottom lip pulled into his mouth. He really does look sexy when he’s mad.

“What are you trying to say?”

He lets his grip go, and you inhale quickly, spluttering.

“I said you look really sexy when you're mad.”

“Shut up and let me slap you.”

You pout, heat growing inside. Wetness warm between your thighs. When did that start? When did you become so turned on? And needy for Jin’s attention?

“Fine.”

Seokjin’s hand pulls back. “Wait! Can Jungkook choke me while you do it?”

“Noona!?”

“What?!”

Seokjin tries not to laugh. He fails. “Fuck! Why are you like this?”

You cross your arms. “Both of you have pain kinks.”

“I don’t!” Jungkook protests.

“What are those?” You poke his tattooed arm.

“That’s different, obviously.”

You roll your eyes. Seokjin rolls his eyes.

“What! When I’m with someone I like being the one to, you know…”

“Oh, good, now choke me.”

Jungkook tries not to smile, tattooed hand massaging the back of his neck, his knee shaking, ready, he just needs that extra push.

You can push :)

A gentle push; you wink at Jin before twisting your body around, jumping in his lap, straddling the maknae, Jungkook inhales, your sweet alluring scent surrounding him. A not so gentle pull-

Pulling on his hair to move his face how you like; his neck outstretched peering up at you hungrily. Thumb sliding over his cheek, his button lip, his cute mole. He exhales a soft whine.

You bring your lips closer, closer, closer...

And pull away, swinging your leg off of him with a smirk.

Your eyes lock with Seokjin’s dark gaze, eyes scolding you for your teasing.

You’re about to say something that would really get Seokjin riled up, but your breath is taken away. Jungkook’s tattooed hand reaches around your neck, pulling you back to him and Jin leans away, waiting, watching. You’ve become the entertainment for tonight and these men are excellent at putting on a show.

Now it’s Jungkook whose attention ignites your nerve endings. His grip was stronger, much stronger, it scared you and made you hot all over. His tongue licks the outside of your ear, hot breath tickling you, making goosebumps bloom all over your body as he takes the opportunity to smell the scent of your shampoo.

“You like making us mad,” Seokjin teases.

You lift your head up slowly, Jungkook’s grip on you making movement difficult, and then downward, nodding, a dangerous glint in your eyes, smirking despite your helpless situation.

Seokjin looks over your shoulder, to the maknae. “What do you think?”

Jungkook grips loosens so you can take a breath of air, hand still around your neck, other hand placed firmly in your hair yanking your head back, similar to what you did to him, and he outstretches his arms, pushing your body closer to his Hyung. Seokjin moves closer to you, lips softly kissing the opposite ear. He gives Jungkook a knowing look, whispering your dirty little secrets...

“You’re always teasing us.” Because it’s fun.

“What is it that you want from us, hm?” Isn’t it obvious?

“You like making us mad,” Mostly you, it’s so easy.

“Because you want us to punish you, is that it?”

That’s it.

You stifle a moan. His mouth moves along your jaw, tasting your skin, until he reaches your mouth, kissing you heatedly, tongue pushing past your lips, hard and dominating. Pulling away, his hand softly cups your cheek, rubbing and caressing the side of your face…

You know what’s going to happen. You’re prepared for it.

Jungkook squeezes the sides of your neck until you gasp.

Seokjin watches you so docile and pliable in his friend’s arms.

Time stretches.

He looks so handsome when he concentrates, and you’re the subject of his affection, it feels nice, warm, hot, fire-

Slap!

Your face stings instantly, head thrown to the side from the force, a soft cry escapes. Your cheek pulses and so does your pussy. Your arms reach behind you, gripping Jungkook’s thighs as your back arches.

Jungkook hisses at your response, his dick growing in his joggers at the scene unfolding, he always knew you were a painslut.

Jungkook can’t contain himself. Slams his lips against yours, bending your body back. Rough touches, yanking and pulling, reveling in your shudders and cries.

Strong hands find themselves under your clothes, inside your shirt, inside your pants, pressing in your sex, so wet, slipping inside easily, two thick knuckles.

Jungkook pulls at your nipples, pinching and rolling the nubs. Seokjin steadily pumps his fingers inside, in and out of your tight hole.

“Slap her again, Hyung.”

You cry out from the sudden impact, followed by a shameless moan. It stung harder than the first and the pain pulses down into your core.

“I thought we were supposed to take turns?” Gasping words, a rhetorical question, though you did like seeing Jin’s face flushed red.

“You want me to stop?” Fingers press deeper then shallowly thrust inside, teasing.

“No...no...more.”

Tight grip, inked digits collared around your neck. Hard muscles pressed against your soft body like some sexy hot Kim-Jeon sandwich and you’re already becoming addicted, suffocating kisses and bruised skin, more, more.

Clothes are removed on a heap on the floor, four hands maneuver your body, the game moves to Seokjin’s bed, and since it’s his bed, it’s his rules. And he wants you to...

Take off your bra and give him your panties. Good girl.

Sit your dripping cunt on his lap.

Open your thighs wider.

Stroke his cock harder.

That’s it, that’s it. Choke him.

You feel his Adam’s apple against your palm, it’s so big. Like his massive dick. You bite your lip, distracted, is there a big Adam’s apple-big dick correlation?

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Come here.”

“Not yet, baby.”

Ugh. You’re tempted to ask again just to hear his sexy voice call you baby. Jungkook waits, he knows once he gets the chance at your body, you’ll be too fucked out to take anyone else.

Seokjin grips the back of your neck pulling your attention down. “I’m right here and you want Jungkook too? Such a greedy brat.”

You pout, “It was for research purposes only.” You kiss his jaw, guiding his head with your thumb and pointer, grinding in his lap.

“I don’t think...I want to know,” he groans.

“It doesn’t matter.” Light kisses down his neck and soft caresses as an apology, a good grip around his wrists as you hold his hands above his head and thighs pressing into his hips as a preview of what’s to come.

“You look so fucking sexy, Jin.”

“I know.”

You repress the urge to roll your eyes, grinding down onto his lap instead. Jin’s head rolls back, softly sighing in pleasure. You lift your hips, let his hard cock stand fully, rubbing your wet folds over his length teasingly, leaning your body weight to hold his arms down, enjoying the dominance over him a little.

Until he lifts his hips, pressing into you and stretching you over his thickness. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

He smirks. “Yeah, you’re gonna take it all, right?”

Slowly, you slide down his long cock.

“Good girl, fuck yourself on my cock.”

He’s so hard and you’re so full.

“Love it when you moan like that,” he groans, commanding “Louder.”

You move your body up and down, up and down, filling yourself over and over.

Your thighs and pussy ache, but it’s all worth it to watch Seokjin fall apart underneath you. “Feels so good…” Your hips meet over and over, loud smacks filling the room.

SLAP!

“OW?!”

“What?” Your hands press into his hard chest, your body bouncing faster on him. “It was your turn.”

Your left hand moves higher, pressing down on his neck. Just what Seokjin likes.

Seokjin rolls his hips up, feverishly meeting yours. Deep, sharp thrusts that make you whimper his name, thighs and body burning until you can’t keep up with his pace any longer, falling back as he lifts his torso up, his hand reaches for your hand around his neck, fingers encasing your wrist as he smoothly switches positions, in one movement, gyrating bodies in choreography, cold sheets against your sweaty back, Jin fucking you, your body following his lead, your head over the end of the bed. You notice an inverted Jungkook, tattooed hand in his pants, hidden from view, dark eyes glazed over as he watches his friend pound you into the sheets.

(Both men notice your distraction.)

Using the last bit of strength you have left, you hold your head up. Slap. Pain and pleasure stimulates your nerve endings. Jin's hand grip your jaw, pulling your face back straight.

Slap.

His dick drags against your walls, feels so good you can’t concentrate on anything else.

Slap Slap Slap. “Fuck!”

You let go of his neck and cover your stinging cheek, eyes watering from the pain.

His large hand splayed in between your breasts, bending your body back so you have full view of your distraction.

Upside down Jungkook smirks as Seokjin thrusts into you harder, inching your body off the edge while you near your own peak. Your thighs gripping his waist and his hand around your neck keep your body from falling off the bed, and everything about the way he’s roughly fucking into you is driving you insane and you don’t want him to stop, but you need to breathe, maybe just a bit longer, your lungs burn, but you body burns for Seokjin even more.

“Hyung!”

A sharp inhale, you gasp until you find your voice again, moaning. Seokjin hand reaches under your head, turning your body to the side so you are no longer teetering off the end, rolling his hips in deep. The new angle brings you even closer to release.

“Fuck, Jin do that again.” You beg him for more, wrapping your legs around his torso, nails digging into his ass. He rolls his hips, dick pressing up into your sweet spot, grunting heavy, the swell of his cock building an intense pressure inside of you, “I-I’m close.”

“Me too.” He groans, your walls tight around his length, loving the way you claw at him, whimper for him, crying out his name, lips kissing any part of him you can reach.

And finally, you pulse around his length, limbs tight and stiff around him while you orgasm.

Your tightness sends Jin over, thrusting in hard and fast, strong short strokes that leave your body boneless, back arching and legs shaking in overstimulation, his hips stuttering against yours. Pulling out, he paints your thighs with white streaks.

He falls next to you, lying against your shoulder, pulling you into a heated kiss. You sigh into his mouth, fingers tangled in his hair.

Slap.

You flinch, hips bucking up from Seokjin’s slap directly on your clit, your nails digging into his scalp. Two fingers push inside, slipping in easily, pumping in and out, fast and deep, your thighs clench around his arm, trapping his hand to you.

“Y/n, let me play.” Seokjin warns, and you feel the bed dip, another set of hands prying your legs apart, thumb pressing into your clit.

“Thanks.”

Seokjin grabs your wrists easily in one hand.

“F-fuck.”

Hands pinned, thighs pinned.

“You’re welcome.”

Thumb running harsh swipes into your clit.

“I c-can’t.”

Trembling in pleasure, everything feels light, grounded by the men taking your body higher and higher.

“Yes you can, because I’m going to fuck you after this.”

Your cunt throbs, so sensitive, you can feel every swipe, every poke, every finger inside you stretching you out until you can no longer hold back. Your orgasm is one silent scream, drawn out, limbs fighting against theirs until you submit and come.

Your chest rises and falls, Seokjin’s fingers pull out your pulsing walls, replaced by Jungkook’s cock. Pushed inside, filling you full, fitting inside you perfectly, connecting your bodies seamlessly.

Your mouth opens, gasping at how good he feels even in your soreness. Feels right, and complete, and hot. So fucking hot.

He pulls out completely and pushes back in, savouring the way you stretch around his cock. He waited patiently, and now he's going to ruin you, use all your holes until you’re filled full. You moan a jumble of words, tears falling down your face, overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Fuck, so wet. Baby, Jin fucked you good, didn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good too.”

You don't worry, you don't think, you just feel. You feel his length slippery and warm and so hard, gliding into your sensitive walls again.

Jungkook rolls his hips, slamming into you with each thrust. He knows what you like, what makes your toes curl, what makes you sob with pleasure. Lifting one leg, spreading you open, rolling his hips into you hard, skin rubbing over your hood, stimulating you from inside and out. “Look at you, you’re going to come again, aren’t you, slut?”

You nod. “My slut.” You nod again. His fingers press into your mouth, wetting his digits in your tongue. “You’re going to let me use your body, right? Because you’re mine. You'll take everything I give you.” You whimper as he swipes a wet finger over your chest, pinches your nipple, picking up his pace, shaking your body with each quick thrust, fingers pulling on your sensitive buds until they throb. You whine and cry out and tighten around his cock.

“Needy little slut, don’t fucking move.” He groans, “Stay. Just. Like. That.” Punctuating each syllable with a bruising thrust, strong hands massaging, tugging, pulling; your body buzzes from his attention. Hips knocking into yours so hard and fast, the intensity winds you up until you feel that familiar snap, eyes shut tight, all senses lost except the visceral touch of his skin caressing your skin, hot and sticky.

“I'm getting hard again.” Jin's words bring you back down to earth.

Jungkook chuckles, not done, pulling out before he comes. Flipping your buzzing body over, lips kissing the heated skin of your back, and down, teeth nipping into your curves, fingers running along your dripping center and around your hole. He presses a finger inside both openings, deep, you feel impossibly full. Your tired body slumps into the covers, moaning for Jungkook as he rocks his hand into you. He pulls away before you lose yourself to the building pleasure again, spanking your ass. “Up, get on Jin's lap.”

“Yeah, sit on Daddy's lap.”

You groan, pulling your wobbly body up. “You're ruining it, Daddy.”

Jin smirks, “Come here, Brat.”

You crawl your aching limbs over to Jin, settling into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to his round lips. “You're so annoying.”

“But you love me.” He looks up at you. Eyes shining, so sweet, eyebrow tilted, tiny smile on his angelic face despite his downright devilish demeanor.

“Do I?” You glance over at the youngest, who runs a hand through his hair. Seokjin nods, blinking, ears tinged red. You kiss him again.

“You're right,” bringing his hand to your lips, using his pointer to shush yourself, nodding to the side, “Don't let him find out,” teasing the youngest.

Jungkook scoffs, “You really like to play, well let's play a new game,” moving behind you, tight grip in your hair, pressing your body down onto Seokjin, your head shoved against his wide chest. “Let's see whose name you moan first?”

“Kookie, that's a great idea,” Jin aligns his cock into your center, bringing you down over his length, you shudder, holding in your moan.

You can feel Jungkook behind you, hard dick pressing against your other hole. “W-Wait.”

Seokjin kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly. Holding you down. Keeping you down. Keeping you still. Rolling his hips up to distract you.

Jungkook groans, sinking into you tightness slowly, admiring your body taking him so well as his length disappears inside, “F-Fuck.”

Jin fucks into you steadily, arms snug around your body while you adjust to the new sensation.

You shudder, breathing hard, heartrate escalating as Jungkook pulls his cock away, your hole tight around his length, his next thrust stealing your breath away. “J-” you clamp your mouth shut before you finish.

“She was going to say my name,” Jin grunts, thrusting in faster.

“Who's name starts with a J?” Jungkook argues, moving slowly. The differing speeds makes concentrating on just one sensation impossible, your body throbbing from head to toe.

“She never uses ‘Seokjin’, she was about to say Jin.” You listen silently, stomach tightening at the way they talk like you aren't currently speared on both their dicks.

“Is that true, baby? Were you going to call out for Jin? What about now?” Jungkook slams his hips down, making you cry out, jaw slack, drooling against Jin's chest. “Can't talk now? Is my baby too full of cock to think?”

Jin grunts, gripping onto your hips instead, fingers digging into you sides. You whine and cry and keep your mouth defiantly shut, wanting to see just how competitive Jungkook will get, a new wave of arousal hitting you at how they fight over you.

“Feels s-so good.” You stutter from their stilted paces. Jin's so thick and hard against your sensitive walls, and Jungkook is so brutal, using your body as his, chasing his own pleasure, making you a sloppy mess, core wet and aching, past pleasure and pain.

Jin comes first, moaning your name. Jungkook drags you off his cock, letting you lay on soft sheets while he pounds into you at a brutal pace, his hard body lying over yours, fingers reaching around you to stroke your sensitive walls.

He gathers Jin's cum and uses it to rub over your swollen clit until you're shaking. You pussy pulses around nothing. You've never come like this before, you don't think you can. But Jungkook knows your body even better than you think, thrumming your chords of pleasure until they sing for him, a single weak note, cried out for only him. And then he fills you full.

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“I won.”

Jin holds you loosely, snoring against your back.

“And what makes you think that?” Jungkook looks into your eyes, cuddled against your front.

“My name was the only one who was called, Jin said it.”

Jungkook laughs, “That wasn't part of the game.”

“Fine, want to play another game?”

“Go to sleep!”

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I wanted to post HOAL this weekend ;__; I guess this is better than nothing. Or maybe I should have posted nothing, you tell me lol. <3

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[hyuckilstan]

[11:23 pm] - J.Yh

Requested? Yes: “Hey gorg can you do a yunho imagine s.o giving him a lapdance”

Pairing: Yunho x stripper!gn!reader

Genre: mild smut, suggestive

Warnings: reader has a stage name called “Scarlett”, lap dance, lots of grinding, dry humping ig, a very steamy make out, yunho gets cockblocked/blueballed lmao-, petname (cub), not proofread. (I think that’s about it)

Wc: 2.7k+ words

a/n: ofc! thanks for requesting and I do apologise if it’s not what you anticipated it to be, I was very unfamiliar with the topic but I tried my best, hope you enjoyed either way and I just realised it’s not so s.o so I apologise for that as well ;-;

☽·Masterlist·☾

“Going out?” your neighbor, not just any neighbor, but the hot and tall ass neighbor you had asked you as you locked the door to you small yet cozy apartment, you nod putting the keys in the pocket of your coat, “Yeah, for work, what about you? Any plans for the night?” you asked back.

“Yeah, they let me out of work early so I might visit a place,” he says and you lift one of your brows, “Oh? What place? You seem happy,” you ask in a playful tone, after all you never intend to be all nosy.

“That’s a secret, someone like me shouldn’t reveal,” says Yunho as he presses his index finger to his lips, with a cute smile, “Someone like you? What even is someone like you?” you giggled at his response.

“An innocent cute dog? I don’t know either,” he says and you both end up laughing, Yunho really knew how to brighten up the mood even without trying, or maybe you just found even the smallest things he does or says funny cause well, you found him cute, it was like highschool crush all over again with him.

“Well you have fun while I go work Yuyu,” you say walking away waving at him while he give you a little salute.

You let out a small giggle as you thought back, Yunho....you liked him, more in a innocent crush way, but who wouldn’t like him. He was a charming man, polite, respectful, sweet, humble, modest and not to mention attractive as fuck.

When you heard that someone was going to move in next door, you were not even a tad excited to meet them, the building just collected weird, odd people a lot, you were just the very few who weren’t.

So you were surprised when you saw that fine hunk of a junk introduce himself to you, you thought he was some type of authority or something, he was tall, basically towering over you.

He had a sweet smile on his face as he greeted you, you don’t remember much apart from his name because you might have been staring a bit too much.

Ever since then, he has been nothing but kind and friendly towards you, a little teasing here and there which would never fail to make you laugh or enjoy his company.

You wouldn’t say you were that close to know him very well, but you would say close enough to know what a great guy he was. The most of times you have talked would be outside your respective apartments and ask or tell each other about how life has been treating you, if you had a good way or not....etc.

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You walked in the familiar place which smelt strong of alcohol, but you could say that place was your second home in a way, cause, well, you were a stripper, not only because it payed well enough for you to live a comfortable life.

But also because you felt confident, you felt bold, and carefree, you enjoyed what you did, and made the right choice to never date someone you met there, because from what you’ve heard, it doesn’t turn out too pretty.

You quickly got ready, working on your job, entertaining the men, or even women that gathered there to see the beautiful strippers do their own thing.

Your experience with this hasn’t been so new but you still weren’t all too familiar with it either, you simply enjoyed the thought of people fawning over you, it boosted your ego and confidence.

You wonder a lot of things while working here, such as why people would disobey the no touching rules, well unless it’s to put the money on the waistband of what you would wear.

But now, you wondered why the fuck that same attractive and hot neighbor of yours, Yunho was here. You could’ve been wrong, that’s right, you only saw a glimpse of the familiar face as you walked behind the curtains of the stage.

And even as you went backstage, you were still curious as to what he was doing here, It’s not like you ever told you exactly where you worked. Your eyes scanned the crowd searching for your next door neighbor, to make sure you did see him.

And there was no doubt, he was sitting in the corner talking to two girls that worked there, they seemed to have taken a great interest in him, not like you were one to blame them, he was one attractive person.

The two girls left with disappointed faces as Yunho mouthed a ‘sorry’ you didn’t know what went on there but you didn’t care, what you did care about was why he was here.

“Scarlett, you’re up,” someone besides you said, you nodded to your stage name being called, getting ready for the curtains to open, “Okay everyone! Can you guess which beauty will come out the curtain tonight? And who? Will be the lucky person to get a very special lapdance from them,” the people in the club cheered shouting ‘me’.

This was quite a tradition you could say, every third Saturday of the month, they would have one of the strippers give a ‘special show’ to them for them.

And then that person may choose someone for a special lap dance for about 15 minutes, it may seem risky but it was quite the money maker.

And thankfully on all your turns, you haven’t met anyone who came off as a bit too weird or creepy for you, or maybe it was because you were simply lucky at the choosing part.

As the curtains opened, the dim lights only revealed a silhouette, yet some of the regulars already knew who it was, cheering your stage name loudly.

Your eyes laid upon Yunho under the neon lights, he seemed to be puzzled, and as you walked along the stage, you could clearly see his eyes gradually going wider as he realises it was you.

Not in a million he would have thought his literal neighbor led a career such as this, not in a bad way of course. In more of a amused shock way, he made his way closer and you panicked internally as he did, especially when he checked you out from head to toes in your fiery red attire.

And as you walked to the pole, he made direct eye contact with you, smirking at how close you were, he was being the usual little shit he was when he teases you, but this time for a different reason.

The people in the neon lit room had cheered quite loud, you wouldn’t be lying if you said that you were one of the highly requested workers there.

And as you walked closer to the front of the stage, stacks of cash were already being thrown at you, the people there trying their bet to impress you to get that special 15 minutes.

But for whatever reason, your attention was fixated on Yunho, he was relaxed, too relaxed for your liking, it was hard to ignore that he literally knows and sees you everyday but now he was in the strip club you worked at, obviously enjoying the show you were putting on.

As you walked backstage again, you emptied the impressive amount of money away. “Wow,” one of te other strippers said and you responded with a chuckle. “Anyone that caught your eye?”

“Maybe,” you say, quickly wondering how Yunho would react if you were to be giving him a private performance. You pushed those thoughts away while scolding yourself.

“So I’m going to go give this to the tall man with the checkered blazer?” one of the cocktail waitresses smirks at you, you grew shy all of a sudden, this was going to happen and there was no going back.

“Yes.”

You watched nervously as the waitress walks around the people to hand them drink and succeeded to pass the small envelope to Yunho smoothly. He took the drink along with the envelope to take out a small key with a room number on it, taking a look at it, he smiles as he looked around which he assumed was for you, while the other people that were expecting to get the envelope frowned in disappointment.

He took a sip of the colorful drink, placing it down on one of the tables and got up to go to the room that the key told him to go to. You yourself got ready, tightening the robe belt around your waist, slowly heading to the room as well.

The tall male unlocks the door, it was just like a miniature strip club, there was a pole in the middle, a mini bar at the side, a couch and a few chairs. He sits on the couch completely relaxed. But of course he couldn’t ignore how you chose him, it was an interesting turn of events.

Your feet slowly made their way to the room, hesitating to enter, but you had to, after all you were the one who chose it to be him. You knocked about three times at the door.

“Come in,” that was definitely Yunho's voice, you don’t even know why you were expecting it to be another person, you gave yourself a quick pep talk before entering, you had already gone too far for you to end up nervous and cold feet.

Encouraged, you slowly opened the door, twisting the knob with a sweaty palm. “Oh, I see so you did come,” Yunho says while you locked the door facing your back at him.

“H-hi,” now was not the time to stutter, but he seemed to enjoy it. “Do you have any...boundaries or rules or such?” he asks wanting to make sure he doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

“Oh uh, not necessarily but we aren’t supposed to perform any sexual activities here, that’s basically the rule, not that we would right?” you explained followed by an awkward chuckle, “Who knows” was all he said before getting up to take off his jacket and pulling one of the chairs out to sit on it.

You watched intently as his muscles flexed on the black shirt he wore, even under the neon lights, you could see his amazing built.

“Now don’t be shy cub, turn on the music and show me your magic, we have only 15 minutes, why not make the most of it hmm?”

“It’s easier said than done Yunho- I mean sir.” You covered your mouth as his name slipped out of your mouth.

“Well, think of it this way, you don’t know me at all, I don’t live next door to you at all, you just so happened to have laid your eyes on me and I couldn’t refuse because I also find you quite attractive.”

He was bold, that was something you learnt just now, he was so different yet gave the same vibes to how he would usually act, so listening to his advice you put aside the fact that he lived next door to you and that both of you actually knew each other in real life.

“Okay,” you said walking towards another direction to play the music, “Anything you want to play?” you never asked, you just picked what you want and got it over with.

“Oh you pick, I have a feeling I will enjoy this no matter what,” he says and you swore you could sense that he was wearing that shit eating grin.

Pull yourself together.

You faced him, walking towards him, pulling the belt of the silk robe that hid what you were wearing underneath. Yunho watched intently as you soon dropped the robe on the ground revealing you on a black piece. It was designed for a “special occasion” and he could tell.

The piece was designed quite well, hugging your body perfectly, it complimented your curves well too. As if it was made just for you.

“Woah,” he was in awe, losing his bold self for a while. “I look pretty?” you asked getting more confident by now, slowly getting down and standing up seductively again as you grazed your fingernails along his bicep.

“Very,” you giggle at his words as he kept watching you, you turned around showing him a nice view of your ass and circling around him once, going back at giving him a nice performance.

The nervousness or shyness that you felt moments ago was long gone and all you could really focus on was to impress Yunho.

He watched as you did your own thing, dancing or moving your body along with the music that played behind, finding you so beautiful.

He adored how you used your hands to feel up your own body, he gripped on your waist as you pressed your forehead to his, using your index finger to lift his chin up while rolling your body in a proactive way.

You guys shared intense eye contact, you could feel the heavy sexual tension, eating you up and trying to fight the urge of just jumping on each other. But that would break the oddly strict rule.

As you wrapped on of your legs around him, you gasped when he suddenly pulls your body down on his lap. “Is this okay?” he asks, you didn’t answer, only responding with a roll of your hips.

The friction makes you earn a groan from Yunho, that’s when you realised how small you were compared to him, you could feel his big hands on your waist, holding you tightly as his nails sunk into your flesh.

“Fuck,” he curses as you wrapped your other leg around him. He looked at you in the eyes, his other hand snaking up your waist to hold you. “What?” he asks, confused but loving the situation.

You delivered another roll of your hips to his clothed shaft, his grip tightens around your waist again. Without thinking twice, you broke the little space between your lips and connecting them, welcoming him into a steamy make out.

He hums in the kiss as you kept grinding onto him, you could feel his prominent bulge growing with each grinding or roll of your hips.

His hands were now situated on either side of your thighs, caressing them, and then up to your waist, guiding you to move faster.

With the thin material you wore, you could feel his bulge pressing onto your arousal, creating a slight friction for you as well.

“You’re even prettier up close cub,” he says after you pull away from the kiss to take some breath, then pressing your lips against his once again. His hands now combed through your hair to pull you closer deepening the kiss, while your arms were wrapped around his neck.

He explored your mouth with content while you rolled your hips down to him, not failing to earn a low hum or groan from him every time you did.

You pulled away once again, readjusting yourself on his lap in a way that would create more friction for the both of you. And just as you were about to dive into another kiss-

“Scarlett? It’s time,” one of the other stripper’s voice said from behind the door. Both you and Yunho looked towards the door. “Shit, they ruined it,” you cursed standing up and picking up the robe to wear it again.

“That was amazing, you should’ve told me you were a great kisser,” he winks at you and you scoff at his playfulness even after you almost fucking fucked.

“Y-yeah I’ll be out in a sec,” you said, perhaps the time had passed too much that some people started to get suspicious of what was happening being the locked door.

“Thanks, for coming Yunho, unfortunately I have to go,” you said leaving as he waved at you with a smile, getting up as well.

As you walked out, you fixed your hair and what you were wearing, your hands felt a piece of paper on the waistband. It seemed that Yunho had put it, you weren’t even sure when.

Let’s meet again tomorrow, there’s my number, text me.

You read the paper with the phone number, that’s when you realised that you haven’t gotten his number, a part of you was impressed on how he managed to put that there without you knowing, and another part of you wondered when he took the time to write that.

But that didn’t really matter as of now, what did matter though was how much you enjoyed your little fun with Yunho.

You were stoked to meet him again.

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Can I have a chamber request where the reader is the weapons expert/makes their own weapons in the valorant protocol. Chamber wants to know them, but every member cockblocks him cause they know use them for his personal gain when in reality he genuine wants to know more about them.

Hi there nonny! Thanks so much for the request!

Ah Chamber, the VP’s sussy yet attractive frenchman hehe. Hope you like this! I certainly had fun bullying Chamber in this /hj

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Warnings: google translated french cause i dont know any french, im sorry LMAO and mentions of guns duh

Word Count: 600+

Genre: fluff, a little bit of crack

Pairing(s): Chamber x GN!Reader

He was frustrated, which was rather unusual for him. That being everyone in the protocol(well some more than others) trying to prevent him from “using you for his own purposes”

Chamber himself used to be a weapons designer so he finds himself in your workshop during his free time, assisting you, providing advice and/or constructive criticism, flirting with you

You yourself aren’t an agent in the protocol but you’re a fairly integral part of the organization. You’re one of the techies who hang back at the protocol, the person behind the whole scheme of things when it came to manufacturing weapons for the agents to take onto the field. Ghosts, Odins, Vandals, Phantoms, Marshals, you name it, you made it

The first time you and Chamber met, you had demanded to see his Sheriff and Op, immediately examining them to get some ideas for yourself to implement into the weapons you crafted.

This was when you snagged Chamber’s attention.

Yes, you weren’t particularly flashy or out there, but there was no denying how much attention to detail you put into each gun that you put together, each crafted with expert hands.

He wanted to know more about you, wanted to see what made you tick, what made you laugh, and much more

Aaand of course, he’s immediately shut out, the first reason being Cypher finding his clean background suspicious meaning that some other members of the protocol also didn’t trust him very much. Which he could understand, but he was annoyed by the fact that his interactions with you were limited.

Sure, he built the portal on the ship on Breeze, but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna try and blackmail you to help him build more stuff whaaaat?? Noooooo

But in all seriousness, he finds you genuinely intriguing and not just someone he could use to further his plans(whatever they are) along. He finds it amusing whenever you’re conversing with the other techies at the VP, whether it's getting Raze to stop blowing up your stuff, or stealing your stuff back from Cypher, or just vibing with Killjoy as her turret runs around, he finds you endearing.

Knocking on the door to your workshop, Chamber walked over, readjusting his sleeves upon spotting you hunched over your desk repairing a jammed gun. “Ah Y/N, tu es magnifique comme toujours! How are you doing today?” You blink at the sudden visitor, visibly relaxing upon seeing him, “Oh Chamber, it’s just you. Did you need something?” you ask setting down your tweezers and sitting up on the stool, “I know you’re not just complimenting me for the fun of it.” You teased. Chamber laughed lightly his hand resting against the desk, “Well, I was hoping maybe we could go over your latest creations and maybe I could give you some advice if you’re stuck, yes?” You open your mouth, but before you can respond, Cypher pokes his head in through the door. “Y/N there you are! I have been looking for you everywhere, come, I need some assistance in my workshop and you’re the perfect person to help me,” he said giving you barely any time to react as he pulled you up, leading you out of your room. “Wha- Cypher!” you protested, turning back to look at Chamber apologetically, “Sorry, looks like we’ll have to do this another time,” you waved to him, turning to Cypher with a scowl. For once, Chamber had lost his cool and was at a loss for words as he watched Cypher drag you away.

The next few times Chamber tried to get you to himself, he was once again halted, whether it was Brim suddenly calling you into his office, or Killjoy and Raze dragging you to an outing, he could never really get much time alone with you. This frustrated him to no end. For once, Chamber wasn’t able to get what he wanted, that being, you, and for the first time in a long time, he had no ill intentions towards someone. If only everyone else could see that.

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[starbuckie]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 1.6k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (oral f, carter getting cockblocked lmao), fluff, them being a family

summary: nine months after a new years hookup, little autumn eloise baizen-l/n was born. now, nearly a full year after her birth, nothing has changed except for carter and y/n, co-parents and occasional fuck buddies, planning for their baby’s first birthday. it should be simple, easy, straightforward. anything unlike the feelings they harbor for each other.

a/n: gobble gobble, it’s thanksgiving on the upper east side. also the first day of winter here in the states. huh. how fast time flies. anyways, we’re almost at the end of our journey and i just wanted to show this happy lil fam one more time before winter rolls along. please enjoy <33

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“Shit,” Y/N grasped the ends of Carter’s hair under the silk sheets, grinding her cunt down on his face. Two of his thick fingers pistoned in and out of her weeping hole while his tongue circled around her clit in tantalizingly slow movements. With his mouth just going at her pussy, she could feel every slow fan of his breath across her sensitive skin, every bag of his eyelashes, how the rough flesh of his tongue lapped into every crevice of her cunt, making sure he got to taste all the slick that gushed from her hole.

He’d been at her pussy for a while now. After all, Carter Baizen was one for spoiling and that promise still stood in bed, under beige, silk sheets. So he slurped and prodded at her most sensitive parts, using her slick wetness as lube in making her feel real good.

And after two precious orgasms, she was in nothing more than a delirious state.

“You got one more in you, don’t you, mama?” He groaned against the soft skin of her mound. “C’mon, beautiful, I wanna watch you come this time. Just let go, alright? I’ve got you.”

Her eyes could barely stay open. She muttered a quiet plea as her hips began to gyrate against his mouth even further. Her eyes rolled back into her head and as her legs began to shake, all she could see was a sheen of pure white ecstasy awaiting for her to roll over the edge. “Carter,” he hummed against her in acknowledgement, “‘m so close.”

In a needy attempt to come quicker, her own hands began to mindlessly paw over her pebbled nipples trapped within the confines of her nightgown. Fingers expertly plucked and circled and rubbed her little buttons and she was over the edge.

“Oh, oh, Carter,” she whined, high and loud, as her hips stuttered in their weak thrusts and she came in full force. Hot, burning stars danced along the base of her skull as she came, and her legs nearly vibrated off the damn mattress in its vigor. Yet Carter’s fingers still moved in and out of her cunt like nothing had happened and he wasn’t feeling her pussy spasm and tighten around the digits, his tongue licking from her ass all the way up through her fold to collect the slick that ran down.

He coaxed her through her orgasm with gentle words and a smirk, massaging her hips with his large hands until he could hear her sigh in tiredness.

“God, I think I just fucking came in my pants,” he chuckled, glancing below to his stained pants. Sure enough, his own thrusting against the mattress while eating her out was enough for him to reach his own release, though he really would’ve preferred to do so in Y/N’s cunt. “You feeling better now, gorgeous?”

She nodded dreamily, a small sigh or something like an mmhm escaping her parted lips. The reason he’d ended up with his face between her thighs in the first place was how she complained about being horny, and how she was too afraid of hurting baby #2 to have Carter fuck her relentlessly like she truly wanted. But having him eat her out like a man starved worked just as well- left her happy and satisfied, and with him, a drink of his favorite nectar for the first time in a while.

For the first time in a near hour, Y/N opened her eyes to meet her room, lifted of its orgasm-filled haze. Her hands shook as she finally lifted the sweat-soaked sheets from her body, revealing a disheveled yet nonetheless grinning man between her legs. Her panties sat hooked around his free hand, pretty pink lace bundled messily in his palm. At least he hadn’t ripped them this time.

“Feeling much better now, darling,” he agreed silently, crawling up her nightgown-clad body just to nuzzle his face between the space of her neck and head. Her own hands trailed daintily up his bare back, dipping into the muscles he’d built up in the past years. “Thank you, Carter.”

“You don’t have to thank me for my service, beautiful,” he looked up to her with a devilish smirk, pressing a kiss to her bitten, swollen lips. “‘S more of a gift to me than anything else. Your tight cunt’s the sweetest drink I’ve ever had.”

The door immediately opened and the housekeeper entered. Laika, trying to keep any disdain from her knowledge of what had taken place on the bed just moments before off her face, carried a swaddled Autumn Eloise Baizen in a mustard yellow onesie, cooing gently for her mom. The blonde housekeeper nearly looked ashamed in interrupting them, but both of them shook off their post-orgasm tiredness and sat up to greet their baby.

“It’s time for Miss Autumn’s feeding,” Laika announced straightfaced.

“Good morning, my sweetie,” Y/N smiled. Laika rounded the bed next to hers, the baby in her arms. Both parents thanked her with a grin before taking Autumn onto the sheets with them. The housekeeper set the breastpump and bottle on the side table just in case she needed it, and went to leave them in their privacy.

Y/N peeled down the straps of her nightie as Carter began to speak to his baby. It was domestic. It was calm. In the shared atmosphere of the fifth story penthouse in a gently sunlit room, she found the most peace she had in the two decades she had been alive. She had her family, her love, and the warmth of true care. She hadn’t had that in a while.

Finally she managed to pull her top below her breasts, taking their baby, who instantly latched onto her nipple. A slight wince showed in her furrowed brow as her daughter drank from her, but it was nothing she hadn’t faced before. And neither were a pair of mischievous, lustful eyes that had just pulled three orgasms from her and still didn’t find it enough to just stare at her bare tits.

“You have no shame, Baizen,” she whacked his bare chest with her free hand as he let out a childish giggle at being caught, “no shame.”

“You just look so good, so gorgeous, so delicious,” he kissed up her neck in quick little pecks, making the trail to the real prize just that much quicker. When he reached her lips, he cradled her face with both hands, caressing them with his own and slipping just a little bit of tongue to mess with hers. It was far much too heated, especially in front of the cooing baby, who was also beginning to speak.

“Ma!” She shouted with glee, unattatching herself from Y/N’s breast. Both parents grinned with pure happiness at the small girl.

“You still need to drink more, little one, get back to it.” Carter gently guided her back to Y/N’s chest, and once again he was transfixed. “Y’know, I’m still kind of upset that she got your name before mine.”

“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll be soon enough.” She pressed a slow kiss to his neck, where a bit of scruff (that suited him quite well) was being grown out. “You’ll be begging her to be quiet as well.”

They both chuckled, very well aware of what loudness the little Baizen-L/N would soon be bringing to the household.

“We’re having Thanksgiving ourselves this year, right?” Y/N questioned. Though she was the usual event planner of their little family, after everything they’d gone through and including the horrifying events of Autumn’s birthday party, she wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to invite them all again for a national holiday.

“Well, I didn’t invite anyone,” Carter finally lifted his eyesight from Y/N’s full breasts, meeting her worried expression. He knew that she hadn’t a clue what to do. But she didn’t need to do anything, she worked to hard and to be completely selfish, he wanted his new little family for himself. It was bright and being with just them was fresh, and he wanted to savor every moment, every breath, every living second of the day with his girls. “Did you invite anyone?”

“I didn’t,” she began to freak out. “I wasn’t planning on having anyone over and it was self-indulgent and stupid of me because after the birthday fiasco we need to pull out image up somehow-”

“Hey, hey, mama, calm down, okay? I mean, if neither of us made plans today, then that means,” he captured her hand with his, squeezing it twice for good measure, “that we can make some of our own. Does our resident freakaholic have any ideas on what we could ever do to save the day?”

“Well,” she grinned shyly, “I suppose that I just renewed our HBOMax subscription and I also suppose that you could make some of that really good vodka pasta with the turkey I roasted yesterday. How do movies and dinner in sound, darling?”

It took a moment for the image to settle in his head. His daughter curled up on Y/N’s chest as she rested on his on the crushed velvet couch out front in the living room, drinking warm tea and watching Curious George’s A Very Monkey Christmas. He supposed he liked the sound of it very much.

“God, I fucking love turkey day,” Carter grinned, pulling his two girls into his chest.

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[dancingazaleas]

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein | obedience (smut)

PLEASE THIS TRIO CAN RUN A TRAIN ON ME IDC

also thank u to these sexy whores for supporting the idea and inspiring me😫: @kuroosperiodictable @tsukkeishimaa @izukine @shisoaya @erimins @rintarouss @x6nji @txzierbaby @piscesfairies @ikigaitooru (even though u don’t watch aot LMAO)

edit: this has been in my drafts for weeks so i apologize if it’s horrible i just want it out😭

warnings/notes: cursing, smut, nsfw, foursome, daddy kink, switch!mikasa, f!reader, softdom!jean, dom!eren, polyamory, fxf, mxm if u squint, impact play, spit kink, double penetration, oral sex, fingering, anal, dumbification, and aftercare

mikasa’s skin feels cool against your’s as she gathers you into her strong arms. her chest is flush against your back, a bashful pink reaching down to her neck as she stares at you and then back up.

before the two of you stand your beautiful boyfriends, jean and eren, one looking more intimidating than the other. both had rid themselves of their shirts and their pants, leaving them in their plaid and plain boxers.

mikasa’s hands spread your legs open, leaving your pussy on display to eren and jean.

“can you show them how wet you are,” mikasa whispers in your ear, rubbing circles on your inner thighs.

you oblige without complaint, using your index and middle finger to spread your lips open for view. you shifted uncomfortably at eren and jean’s intense gazes, finally using your voice for the first time you’ve been put in this situation.

“are you gonna do something or are you gonna just gawk,” you try to nudge a foot in their direction, but your thigh being held by the ever-so obedient mikasa.

“watch your tone,” eren tells you, placing his knees on the edge of the bed and leaning towards you.

“listen to us,” jean says softly, joining eren on the bed.

you roll your eyes but let out a whimper whenever eren blows cold air onto your clit, toes curling while your hips jerk. mikasa’s hands rest on your tits due to eren’s hands replacing her own. jean’s kissing mikasa on the lips gently, pulling away with a soft and approving smile.

“wanna kiss, baby,” he asks you, watching how your bite your lip at the feeling of eren’s wet tongue licking strips into your cunt and circles into your clit.

“n...no,” you pant and turn your head away.

“(name),” mikasa says quietly when she realizes the soft pouting of jean, “give jean a kiss. he’s sad.”

you choke out a moan while your hips buck into eren’s face. you manage to turn to jean, who kisses you just as gentle as he kissed mikasa moments ago.

eren sucks on your clit in the middle of your kiss, hoping to cockblock jean just a bit longer.

and it works, seeing as you pull away from the kiss with a moan, “cumming, cumming!”

mikasa nips at your shoulder and gropes your chest, eyes staring into eren and jean’s to check for permission. jean encourages the orgasm while eren looks frustrated.

“hold on a little longer,” she mumbles as a compromise, “you’ll be allowed to come soon.”

“yes... yes ma’am,” you pant, shutting your eyes.

“good girl,” jean smiles while he pats mikasa on the head.

“eren, give mikasa a little treat. she’s so good for us,” jean praises.

“you come do it since you’re askin’,” eren scoffs and pulls away, now laying down in the spot next to mikasa and lazily palming his cock through his boxers.

jean hums in agreement, but you know that he’s a little annoyed at eren’s laziness. you shimmy your body a little, trying to make mikasa’s cunt more accessible for jean. mikasa whimpers in your ear while jean starts to eats her out, staring intently at mikasa’s flushed face.

“mikasa,” eren calls while shuffling his pants off of him, “go ahead and touch (name).”

mikasa struggles to answer, but thankfully eren’s feeling just a bit merciful today—or maybe it was cause he was taking off his boxers. you watch excitedly as mikasa’s dainty hand trails down your body and to your clit.

“can i finger her,” mikasa bites her lip, trying to ignore the attention jean is giving to her cunt.

eren nods while he spits on the palm of his hand, slowly stroking his cock with lazy movements.

“please, ma’am,” you turn to look at mikasa, who’s struggling just as much as you are.

mikasa inserts two of her fingers inside of you, accidentally bucking her hips and moaning from jean’s fingers slipping inside of her. it has her fingers thrusting deeper then they were meant to, a small mewl falling from your lips.

sloppily, mikasa starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you as she cries out jean’s title.

“‘s okay. you can come, baby,” he smiles up at mikasa, “eren can decide for our little princess there.”

mikasa turns her head to eren, who fists his cock with one hand and the other resting at the back of his head. it’s almost like he’s bored and not watching his three partners fuck one another some way or another.

eren’s teal eyes drift down to your needy face, hips desperately trying to get mikasa’s fingers to thrust into you faster and deeper.

“fuck her with your fingers like the slut she is,” eren hums with half lidded eyes.

mikasa nods and before she can even move her hand, she throwing her head back against the pillows. she’s moaning out jean’s name as she hits her orgasm, pulling her fingers out of you to grip the sheets below her.

“thank you, thank you,” she whimpers when jean pulls away wiping his mouth.

“such a good girl,” eren smirks, “unlike your little princess there.”

mikasa breathes heavily when she looks at your face. her hand is shakily until she slips her fingers back inside of you and curling her fingers. you try bucking your hips upwards, only to be held down by mikasa’s stronger hand.

“patient,” she sighs, fingering you more speedily.

you nod your head and grip onto the hand that’s on your hip. the sight almost has eren and jean in awe as they can barely manage to get you to listen on their own.

“please,” you pant and try to hold down your hips.

“you can come,” mikasa slips her hand from your’s and uses it to start rubbing tight circles into your clit.

you arch your back against mikasa’s skin while calling out her name. mikasa let’s out a deep sigh as she continues her gentle rubbing, helping you ride out your first orgasm of the night. when she pulls her hands away your hips chase after them along with a whine.

jean helps you off of mikasa’s body, now laying next to her. you cuddle into her side while rubbing your thighs together, tugging on her muscular arm in need.

“(name),” eren calls and you turn your head, “daddy’s gonna take care of you next, alright?”

before you can even react, mikasa agrees for you. jean smiles and holds your thighs apart while he watches you reach for mikasa’s hand.

“‘s okay, princess. he won’t hurt you,” eren mumbles lazily and guides your other hand to his cock, “and if he does, you probably deserve it.”

jean slowly thrusts himself into you, shuddering as he throws his head back. mikasa puts her free hand onto your tummy, humming at the small bulge that she feels under her palm.

“how’s it feel, baby,” mikasa whispers into your ear.

“‘s full, ‘m so full,” you whine, looking to jean with your bottom lip jutted out.

“can you tell me who’s filling you right now,” jean rolls his hips while eren pants quietly.

“go on, tell him,” eren grunts while you fuck his cock with your fist.

“daddy,” you whimper whenever his thrusts become more powerful, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, “full of daddy’s cock.”

eren groans at your whimper, throwing his forearm over his eyes. you buck your hips whenever jean thrusts harshly against you, the tip of his cock pecking at your cervix. he grunts and places his hand on your neck and the other next to your head, jackhammering greedily.

“pl-please...!” you cry and accidentally tighten your grip on eren’s cock, not enough to hurt, but enough to have him shooting his load onto your hand.

his groans slip into soft moans as he rides through it by grinding his hips smoothly into your hand. you can’t even stare at your messy hand if you wanted to, jean’s thrusting is too fast and intense for you to see clearly.

“clean her hand up, baby,” you hear eren say to mikasa, who jumps at the opportunity. you shudder at the feeling of her tongue against your fingers.

you throw your head back and feel tears prick at your eyes.

“‘m gonna cum! please... lemme cum ‘kasa,” you’re almost sobbing and the sight has eren laughing.

“go ahead, cum all over your daddy’s cock,” eren gripes at your tit while he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“you can come, love,” mikasa’s voice grants you permission, “can you beg for him too as well?”

“daddy! pl-please make me cum, please,” your hips start to buck almost wildly even whenever mikasa throws an arm around them.

jean squeezes your neck a little, taking your breath away as your eyes roll into the back of your head. you moan almost obnoxiously but it makes your lovers smile nonetheless.

“fuck,” jean groans at the feeling of your pussy hugging his cock.

“look at that princess, he’s about to come in you,” eren grabs your jaw with rough fingers, shaking your head back and forth, “gonna milk all of daddy’s cock, huh?”

“you’re taking it so well, love. taking jeany’s cock so well,” mikasa kisses your neck.

mikasa’s words have jean hitting his peak with a breathy groan. his eyes flutter as he pulls himself out, watching at how his seed starts to dribble out of you.

jean scoops the sticky liquid with his fingers and shoves it back inside of you along with his fingers. you yelp from both overstimulation and surprise.

“we’re not done, baby,” you feel mikasa smile against your school as you give a confused hum.

mikasa stands from the bed, rummaging through a drawer on your dresser. mikasa pulls a strap along with some lube, tossing it to jean while he shuffles his body to lay under your’s. he catches it easily and then hands it to eren, who’s admiring the view of your almost fucked out cunt.

“prep her for me,” jean huffs while mikasa helps jean shimmy the strap onto your almost limp body.

hissing, you curl your toes at eren’s index finger covered in lube slowly entering your ass. mikasa settles herself on top of you, hovering over the strap. you’re 100% sure that jean’s losing feeling in his legs or stomach.

the feeling of eren’s finger in your ass is foreign and slightly uncomfortable, especially whenever mikasa lowers herself down on the strap with a shaky sigh. the pressure of mikasa’s body on top of your’s makes you groan due to the way it makes eren’s fingers so much more intense.

you squeeze onto the hands mikasa’s presented you with whenever eren adds another finger. you hiss at the small sting you get as eren manages to scissor his fingers.

“it’s okay, princess, eren’s takin’ care of you,” jean’s voice is laced with reassurance that has you relaxing.

you’re about to reply but are interrupted by your moan as eren starts to pump his fingers inside of you. sighing shakily, you bury your face into jean’s neck.

“does it feel good,” mikasa flutters her eyelashes while subtly rocking her hips.

“not yet,” jean scolds whenever his hand comes down on her hips.

eren laughs breathlessly at the exchange, slipping another slick finger inside of your ass. you yelp and let go of one mikasa’s hands to cover your mouth. you bite down whenever eren curls his fingers inside of you, squeezing your eyes shut while tears fell from them.

mikasa pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers once more, “no covering your mouth.”

you only nod wearily at her command, too focused on how eren’s fingers fuck into your ass with fervor. and after one last stretch of his fingers, he pulls them out of you while telling jean that you should be ready enough.

eren coats jean’s cock with lube, a teasing smile set on his face while jean grunts. once eren’s had his fill of taunting, he helps jean’s cock slip inside of your ass.

you would moan if it weren’t for the feeling of jean being in your throat instead of your ass. jean, however, is groaning with no abandon at just how snug your ass is around his cock.

“fucking shit,” he pants while gritting his pearly white teeth.

“feel good,” eren snickers, starting to line himself up with your slit.

eren brushes off how jean’s ignored him, now slipping his cock inside of your cunt after he’s spit on his cock. you groan loudly at eren slipping inside of you with jean following along.

“fuck, eren, i can feel you,” jean sighs and throws his head back against the pillow it rests upon.

eren’s in the same condition, completely still as his hips are flush against your pelvis.

“can we move,” mikasa rolls her hips once more, transferring more and more pressure onto your tummy.

you’re completely gone at this point, the combined feeling of jean and eren inside of you at the same time with the added pressure of mikasa is the only thing you manage to think of.

it just gets worse whenever all three of them start to move. it’s overwhelming, so much to the point of you already creaming on eren’s cock with a high pitched whine.

“barely done anything and she’s already cummin’,” eren pants, continuing to thrust wildly into you.

you can’t reply, can’t think. the only thing you can do is moan and cum over and over again.

mikasa guides your hand to her puffy clit, your muscle memory automatically rubbing circles into the nub. she whimpers and keens slightly, firm hands planted on your torso. she bounces up and down on the silicone dick that she’s strapped onto your body.

you back your hips by accident, slamming right into mikasa’s sweet spot. she moans loudly, mixing in with your own and the panting of jean and eren. you can barely move your hips, so you decide to make up for it by fastening the pace of your fingers on her clit.

she throws her head back with a whine, hips jerking back and forth sloppily as she comes closer and closer to her orgasm.

luckily, a particularly hard thrust from jean has you bucking up into mikasa harshly. it manages to make her come with pretty tears sliding down her cheeks and onto your chest.

when she’s done riding through her orgasm, she’s flopping on the bed next to jean and watching contently.

you sob at eren’s almost inhuman speed, arching your back against jean’s body. jean grunts at how you subconsciously clench around him, broken grunts and moans echoing in your ear.

“i’m close,” he pants and pistons himself in and out of you with greed.

“me too,” eren bites his lip, while you feeling yourself starting to orgasm again.

your moan is basically a wall as your hips convulse between eren and jean’s bodies.

your tightening around the both of them has them hitting their own peak, throaty grunts spilling from their lips as them pump their seed inside of you.

they pull out once they’re done riding out their highs, gently setting you down and laying you between all of them.

“you with us, love,” mikasa asks with a hand placed on your cheek while eren runs to get a warm rag.

you only blink at her words, slowly followed along with a hum. she kisses at your tear stained cheeks.

“did so well for us,” eren showers your face with smooches and you shiver at the warm rag wiping away the cum away from your body. jean hands the rag to eren when he’s done wiping off the cum off of his own body.

“such a good girl,” jean praises as he starts to massage your tense thighs.

you grunt again, eyes starting to flutter close. eren throws the now dirty rag across the room—after mikasa’s cleaned herself as well—cuddling into you after he’s pulled his hair from its bun.

“she’s gonna fall asleep, jean,” mikasa says while beckoning everyone under the covers.

jean scurries to spoon eren, kissing him on his cheek before getting himself comfortable.

and you do exactly that, bathing in the heat that all of your lovers shower you in.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot jean #snk jean #jean aot #eren x jean #jean x mikasa #jeankasa #jean kirstein x you #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein #eren jeager #eren jeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #eren x you #eren aot #snk eren #eren jaeger #aot mikasa #mikasa aot #mikasa snk #attack on titan mikasa #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa ackerman

[ribosoons]

Cats | Jooheon

Jooheon x Reader || Fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: just you competing with jooheon's cat

a/n: i just want a cat that is why i made this lmao

"jooheon honey im home" you announced and removed your shoes and proceeds to enter your shared humble apartment with your boyfriend jooheon.

"how's work?" he asked giving you a peak of kiss on your cheeks.

"as usual" you sighed. you sat down to pet gucci and yoshi to greet them but they only turned their back on you.

"giving me attitude again?" you asked and heard jooheon laughed.

"they'll like you soon" he patted your head messing your hair. you stood up while fixing your now messed hair and gave your boyfriend a pout.

"its been 6 months, why they don't like me?" you whined looking over to the two cats doing their own business.

"i really like them, been wanting to have a cat ever since" you, again, sighed. you excused yourself to change into your home clothes and freshen up yourself a bit.

you saw jooheon chilling at your couch, cross legged, watching a movie on your tv. you sat beside him and hugged him by his waist and you shoved your face on his sides. he put down his arms down to your sides of your body and just chill.

you saw his two cats jumped into his lap now blocking your view on tv.

"they are doing it again, can't i just show how i love my boyfriend without being cockblocked by his cats" you loosen up your hug and sat properly.

two cats look at you unbothered, chilling in jooheon's lap. you observed how jooheon gave both cats a hug and a kiss on their forehead. without a word you also bring you forehead closer to jooheon asking also for a kiss. jooheon laughed, "you look cute asking for a kiss huh"

"kiss needed to be earned" you replied laughing.

jooheon leaned closer to place you a peak of kiss on the forehead but you felt yoshi's paws on your nose pushing away from jooheon's face.

again jooheon laughed.

"why do i feel like i need to compete with your cats?" you giggled holding yoshi's paws shaking it you end up hugging the cat. you felt yoshi meows asking for hia dad's help but you just hugged yoshi anyway.

"you do not let me shower my undying love for your father, now you have to receieve it all" you showered yoshi's face with kisses.

"now i have to compete with my cats for your undying love?" jooheon whined placed a kiss on your forehead.

"i guess so" you both laughed. you leaned on jooheon's shoulders placing his arms around you while the other one is holding his cat gucci and that is how your usual day went with your boyfriend jooheon.

#monsta x imagine #monsta x au #monsta x fluff #monsta x scenarios #jooheon fluff #jooheon imagine #joohoney fluff #ribosoonswrites

[fbfh]

glowing - leo x reader

genre: fluffy mutual pining w quick (cute) resolution

word count: 1.6k

au: none??

pairing: Leo x Daughter of Apollo

requested: hell ye!! hope you enjoy it xo 

warnings: none?? yr half sibs n nico are all protective over you but nothing unhealthy lol

summary: You and Leo have been crushing on each other and cockblocked by your siblings for too long, so you decide to take matters into your own hands. 

reccomended songs: sunshine - atlas, musetta’s waltz - moonstruck soundtrack

a/n: not super edited but what’s new lol  i just forgot how to spell edit for a hot second lmao

requests r open babes xo

Between your siblings being ready to maul someone with arrows (and bad music) at a moment’s notice, and Nico - honorary brother and the Apollo cabin’s unofficial bodyguard, dating is… tricky. Even your uncoordinated eight year old half brother Kevin has offered to bang on a guitar and scream, making everyone’s ears bleed. A few weeks ago, an Ares kid made your little sister Sophie cry, and Nico found out. The entire Ares cabin spent two weeks getting all the skeletons out of their closets. Literally. More human bones would appear every time they cleared some out, rattling unsettlingly. People generally don’t mess with you, or other Apollo kids, which you usually don’t mind. You wouldn’t even give it a second thought.

But you did give it a second thought. And a third. And a fourth. And several others. All of them centered around Leo Valdez. You’ve been admiring him from afar for weeks. You didn’t know why his friends were so hard on him at times. You got the vibe that if he started dating someone, his friends would give him the ‘hurt them and we’ll kill you’ speech instead of the other way around. 

At first simply observing was cathartic, seeing him fix swords and laugh with his friends, but as time went on, it just became frustrating. You just want something to happen, you want to make him as happy as he makes you. The most frustrating part was that there had been so many missed opportunities. There was the time two weeks ago when you were flirting after picking up your harp bow from getting a few touch ups, the time after that you two lost track of time and watched the sunset on the docks, and just days ago when you stayed up late talking in Bunker 9 when neither of you could sleep. 

Every single time, one of your siblings either scared him off or dragged you away before you could leave. Most recently, it was Will and Nico. You could swear Nico was muttering to Will, something along the lines of “what is it with that guy and going after my little sisters?”  This wasn’t surprising, since they got together, the whole cabin has made Nico feel really welcome, resulting in him treating you all like sibling-figures. 

You shake your head, trying to focus on the sparring practice that starts in a few minutes. Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter are arranging the first inter-camp capture the flag match, and everyone’s really excited. And training like crazy. If it goes well, it might happen as frequently as once a month, but you have to get through this one, first. Most of the extra time at camp has been spent practicing sparring, battle strategy, and other tactics. Campers were encouraged to watch other fights closely, try to spot defensive weaknesses, and study technique. Right now, Leo and Jason are demonstrating some method of something or other. You’re watching Leo fight, and you’re just… awestruck. You don't even know what to do with yourself. He's agile and light on his feet, and he moves almost like a cat. His muscles flex as he strikes, and your heart lurches. It looks like he's losing. All of a sudden he smirks, and shoots out a blast of flame, sending Jason stumbling back. Campers applaud at the successful win, and he jokingly bows. 

"Thank you, thank you… I'm amazing, I know-" Jason shoves him jokingly, and clears his throat for the crowd's attention, while Leo gets a glass of water. 

"Okay guys, pair up to practice sparring. Don't be afraid to spar with someone new, the more fighting styles you know the better…" you turn towards the water cooler.  Watching him now, you could swear he's all god. He has a gold halo in the late afternoon sunshine, and a drop of water trickles down his face onto his neck. You make a small strangled noise and know this has gone far enough. You need to do something about this crush before it kills you. You walk over to him, and before you can chicken out, ask, “Hey Leo, want to spar?” He almost chokes on his water. He agrees, seeming pleasantly surprised that you asked him. You pull out your harp bow and he pulls out a large, flat hammer. 

‘Good for offense and defense,’ you think, ‘he’s smarter than he looks…’ 

You start off slowly, getting a feel for each other, and your fighting styles. You spar for hours, and end up tied for wins and losing track of time. He gets you off balance with a fancy move, and next thing you know, there’s a nail gun at your neck. 

“I win,” he pants, smirking. Your cheeks flush.

“Can you- show me how to do that?” you say, catching your breath. He agrees, and walks behind you, hands on yours. He shows you how to shift your weight, causing your opponent to lose theirs. His right hand moves to your thigh, readjusting your alignment. 

“...Keeping your center of gravity low,” he breathes, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “so you won’t fall.” Neither of you move away yet. You turn your face towards his, eyes on the ground.

“Can you… show me again…” you breathe. A smile twitches at his lips. He leans in, and-

“Apollo cabin, inspection time!” You jump away from each other.

“All Apollo campers back to cabin seven asap!” you flinch at your brother’s voice, which you know is directed at you. You sigh, turn towards him, and yell back, “I’m coming, just finishing this sparring match!” You see him retreat and turn back to Leo. Before he knows it, you have him pinned to the ground. 

“Gotcha,” you say with a smirk of your own. You lean further down, and whisper, “Meet me at the docks at midnight.” You pull away, and jog off toward your cabin, leaving Leo flustered and excited. 

Later that night when you finally reach the docks, Leo’s already there. “Hi,” he says when he sees you, “I know I’m a little bit early I just… got nervous…” You giggle and reassure him.

“I just hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long,” 

“Don’t worry,” he replies, “it was worth the wait.” You blush. He looks around, and you realize he’s nervous.

“Don’t worry about the cleaning harpies,” you comfort him, “I left them some muddy armor to distract them, we should be good for a while,” you both laugh a little, and you realize he’s staring at you. You look at him inquisitively, a smile playing at your lips and a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“What?”

"You're glowing," he breathes the words softly, amazed by your presence. You look down at your arms, and blush. Your cheeks turn a soft, fluorescent shade of rose. Bioluminescence was a very rare, pretty useless power that some children of Apollo could have. It did, however, allow you to act as a nightlight for your cabin, which everyone (older kids included) enjoyed. No one in your cabin did well in the dark, so everyone slept a little better since you'd been claimed. 

“You are glowing, right? It’s not just me?” he asks, half joking. 

“Yeah, no,” you confirm, snapping out of your thoughts, “that’s a… thing that happens sometimes. It’s saved me a lot of bruised shins in the middle of the night.” As you both laugh, you decide enough is enough. 

“So, I’m taking the fact that you showed up here at all a good sign,” you say, knowing you have to start somewhere, “I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” Your adrenaline is racing. Your limbs are tingly, and your heart is beating so fast. You know you have his full attention, which makes all of that worse. It’s now or never, you remind yourself, and I’m choosing now.

“I have a huge crush on you.” Visible surprise and excitement is all over his face and body language, and an involuntary smile starts on his mouth. You continue, partially aware that you’re nervous rambling at this point.

“I was hoping you might say it first, but my siblings and Nico are so intimidating and I was like forget that, I’m seizing the day, and…”

“And?” he asks, in a breathless smile.

“And… do you-”

“I like you too. A lot - just ask my friends, I never shut up about you-” You can’t hold back a giggle as you place your hands on his face and pull him in for a kiss. He’s stunned for a second before he kisses you back, gently resting his hands on your arms. You smile into the kiss, which makes him smile, and-

“What the hell, Valdez?!” 

You jump, pulling apart from him. 

“Will! What are you-” before you can finish the thought, darkness pools at his feet and suddenly Nico is standing in front of him. He greets Will with a mushy pet name and leans in to kiss him, but Will stops him before he can and clears his throat. 

“Wha-” Nico turns his head, “...oh…” 

You laugh in disbelief. Mr. High And Mighty was here for the exact same reason you were. You smile fades as you realize that even though you have dirt on him, he still has dirt on you. 

“You know,” you say, reaching for Leo’s hand, “I don’t know if I saw you here, or what…” 

Will wraps an arm around Nico, and starts in the opposite direction. “Funny, I don’t remember seeing you either,” he shrugs.

“Right,” you reply. 

“Right.”

You both drag your respective boyfriends in opposite, more private directions. Suffice it to say, there was a lot more kissing that night - and no more interruptions.

#leo valdez x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus x reader #Heroes of Olympus

[cvriolanus]

terrible thing | caliban imagine

a/n: hiii !! i’m finally posting part two of ‘pretty thing’, if you haven’t read pretty thing yet, you can find it here—although, they could technically be read separately. thank you all so so much for the support and being so incredibly kind and patient with me. i really wanted to make this as good as possible, and i’m a sucker for details lmao. anyways, i hope you enjoy and happy reading! <3 as always, your feedback is deeply appreciated and motivates me to continue writing.

plot: caliban visits you in your bedroom, promising you a night that you definitely won’t forget.

warnings: based on the song ‘terrible thing’ by AG. smut!!!!! fem!reader, cocky caliban, soft caliban??

˚✧₊♡⁎⁺˳.•

“Are you sure you can’t stay? My aunties won’t mind, they love having you here,” Sabrina commented, walking you to the door. You smiled, shaking your head fondly. “No, I’m sorry... my parents need me home, they want to talk to me about something important,” you lied. “I promise to come over tomorrow after school if you want?”

Sabrina beamed, giving you a hug before opening the door for you, leaning against it. “Sounds great. Just be careful getting home, it is pretty late.” You nodded, promising your best friend that you would be careful, blowing her a kiss as you walked down the steps of her home.

You walked home in silence, the cool evening air nipping at the bare skin on your legs, since the only thing you were wearing was a black skirt with lacy stockings underneath and a cropped, pink sweater. Luckily for you, your house was only ten minutes away from Sabrina’s, making it easy for you to travel.

Once you got to your house, you noticed that the lights were turned off, signaling that your parents were still away on their business trip. It was almost midnight, indicating that you were about to have a special visitor soon. Your body trembled with excitement, just thinking back to earlier in the day, with the Prince of Hell having you pinned against an entire bookshelf, almost completely ravishing you.

You didn’t know how he would show up, you didn’t even know how he knew where you lived. If you were being honest with yourself, no matter how beautiful he was—it was a bit creepy knowing that he knew your address. With a tired sigh, you walked into your house, locking the door behind you before going upstairs to your bedroom.

You let a silent yawn escape you, opening the door to your bedroom, a frown making its way on your face as you noticed your bedside lamp was on. You swiftly shut the door, leaning your back against it, scanning your bedroom carefully. “Hello?” you whispered, feeling your pulse begin to increase.

With a shaky breath, you took a step forward, biting down on your lower lip. “C-Caliban?” you asked, wondering if he was just messing around. You honestly hoped that it was him, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do if it wasn’t. You made a noise of frustration when nobody answered, walking towards your bed and falling down on it dramatically. You looked at the clock, seeing that there was only a minute left before midnight, your mind racing with thoughts about the handsome demonic Prince.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, you laid sprawled out, thinking of Caliban’s lips on your own. Without thinking, you trailed a hand down your chest, going further down until you started playing with the short hem of your shirt. Biting your lip, you cautiously moved your hand underneath your skirt, rubbing along your panties.

You could already feel heat pooling in your belly, the thought of Caliban fresh in your mind and the events that transpired today. No matter how wrong it was—you wanted him. You started rubbing your clit through your panties, pressing harder at times and then going softer, teasing yourself.

“Starting without me?”

You gasped, eyes shooting open and mouth slightly parted in disbelief, sitting up. He actually came. “W-What...?” you asked, feigning innocence. Caliban chuckled, standing at the end of your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black, loose pants. ”Acting coy, hmm?”

Your cheeks heated up, his eyes watching your face burn in embarrassment. “Don’t stop on my account, darling,” Caliban said, waving a hand at you casually, signaling for you to continue. “Please, continue your little show. I was enjoying it very much.”

Your breathing seemed to stop at his words, your hands beginning to grow clammy. You searched his eyes for confirmation, watching a smirk spread across his perfectly shaped lips. “You’d do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?” he cooed, coming around the bed and sitting down so that you were now breathing the same air. “Go on,” he whispered, one of his hands closest to you curling around your own, before going back underneath your skirt, landing right on your cunt.

Your eyes remained locked with his as you hesitatingly cupped your cunt, swallowing nervously. Caliban continued to watch your face, trailing his hand to the inner of your thigh, tracing random patterns with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to rise across your legs. You started rubbing yourself again, your stomach swarming with butterflies. A tiny moan escaped you once you started circling your clit once more, picking up speed by the second. “Ooh,” you sigh, feeling Caliban’s large hand wrap around your thigh, kneading the flesh.

Your eyes grew heavy, but you didn’t once look away. Caliban’s face remained blank, watching you with eyes full of lust. “K-Kiss me?” you asked, praying that he wouldn’t make fun of you for asking for such a silly request. Without answering, Caliban used his free hand to cup your cheek gently, running his thumb over your jaw while examining you thoughtfully. “Beautiful.”

Caliban leaned down slightly to meet your lips, making your world grow smaller and smaller, the only people now existing were him and you. You kissed him eagerly, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip begging him for something, for anything. Caliban sucked on your tongue, making you whimper against his mouth. Your teeth clashed and your tongues slid against each other sensually and everything was perfect.

“Let me fuck you,” Caliban begged, his voice sounding strained, his hand that was gripping your thigh now batting your hand away, before immediately resuming to touching your heated cunt. Your juices soaked through your panties, the pleasure now suffocating and Caliban had barely even touched you properly.

“Yes,” you cried. “Please, fuck me—Caliban.” Caliban resumed kissing you as if his life depended on it, rubbing your clit through your thin, satin panties. Caliban didn’t hesitate, simply pulling away for a second and moving to remove your cropped sweater, before bending down to press heated kisses along your collarbones, his free hand moving to cup your breast, making you release tiny moans as your head tipped back. Caliban pulled his hand away from your cunt, making you whine at the loss.

Caliban wasn’t finished, he simply removed your bra with deft fingers, before throwing the bra behind him carelessly. Your breathing was picking up, everything happening so fast. Caliban admired your breasts, making you flush. “Lie down.”

You instantly laid back down, looking up at the Prince with big, doe eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you murmured, feeling no shame. The Prince of Hell smiled, showing of his perfectly white teeth. Caliban immediately went to work on unzipping his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off, before standing in front of you, proudly naked. Caliban stroked his half hard cock, his eyes locked with yours, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily.

“Tell me what you want.”

You stared up at him for a second, biting your lip. “You Caliban—I just want you. Please.”

Caliban’s head tilted to the side, his hair falling so that it was covering half of his face. “Pretty thing, I’ll give you everything you want, you need just ask.” Caliban crawled on the bed, shifting his weight to not crush you, before sitting between your legs. Caliban trailed a hand up your thigh, pushing up your skirt and looking down at your heat, noticing the large patch of arousal soaking your panties.

“Is all this because of me?” Caliban wondered aloud, a small smirk playing at his lips. You whimpered lowly in your throat, spreading your legs wider without knowledge. Caliban made a cooing noise, before reaching down to move aside your panties, pushing two long, slender fingers inside of you without warning, pumping easily from how soaked you were. “Oh!” you gasped. “Please please please,” you babbled, “More.”

Caliban raised a curious eyebrow, “You want more? Are you sure you’re deserving of more? You did intentionally push me away this afternoon,” Caliban scowled you, obviously annoyed at you cockblocking him, your memories playing freshly back to your time together in Hell’s library. Tears prickled your eyes, your hand reaching down to grab ahold of his free hand, the one resting on your thigh. You intertwined your fingers with his, a pout on your raw lips from constantly biting them.

“Please, Caliban—I’ll do anything.”

Caliban paused his movements, his fingers resting inside of you, his face blank. A pause. And then, “Now where have I heard that before...” Caliban drawled, his eyes darkening angrily. Caliban started pumping his two fingers into you again punishingly, a cry escaping your lips. The dark Prince quickly added a third, scissoring your cunt open. “You want my cock? Look at you, you’re practically gushing for me,” he hissed, his thumb moving up to start rubbing your clit. You nodded dumbly, “Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

Caliban’s voice startled you, your mouth gaping. “What?” you asked, clearly confused.

“You heard me, sweetheart. Beg. For. It.”

“Caliban I—I don’t...”

Caliban made a agitated noise low in his throat, before he grabbed you by the hips, spinning you over so that you landed on your hands and knees. You let out a yelp, not expecting the changing of positions, Caliban grabbed the hem of your skirt and panties, yanking them down your thighs, leaving you bare and throbbing for his touch.

“Caliban!” you squealed, rubbing your thighs together as you tried to get more friction. “What do you want?” he asked teasingly, now leaning over so that his chest was pressed against your back. “Tell me,” he whispered in your ear, leaving kisses along the back of your shoulders. “I want... I want you to fuck me—hard.”

Caliban purred lowly in his throat, feeling pleased. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” Caliban guided the head of his cock towards your tiny hole, nudging the head inside and just waiting. His ears perked up at the breathy moans escaping you, your head hanging down in defeat, “More.”

Caliban instantly pushed further inside, feeling your velvety walls clench and spasm around his cock, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest. “Feels so good,” he said. You whined, rolling your head to the side, feeling his breath hit your neck as he nuzzled it, trailing his lips over the soft skin underneath your ear.

He pushed the rest of the way until you were fully seated on his aching cock, pausing to let you adjust to his length. You were fairly certain that there was air somewhere in your bedroom, but for some reason, you could barely breathe. Caliban was long and thick, you were surely going to bleed, no doubt.

“Are you alright?” Caliban whispered into your ear, waiting for confirmation from you that he could move. “Yes,” you told him, shyly. “You can move.”

Caliban didn’t waste any time, before retracting his hips until only the head of his cock rested between your folds, then thrusting back inside. You shouted, feeling Caliban’s hands take ahold of your hips, digging his fingers into your sides. “You’re mine,” he hissed, fucking into you urgently. “Say it,” he demanded, impatient.

“I’m yours,” you sobbed, feeling Caliban push your head down to press your face against the bed, letting out muffled moans.

Caliban fucked you at a fast pace, his thighs flexing as he dug his blunt fingernails into your hips, the head of his cock hitting something inside of you that had you seeing stars. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped, your hands curling into your bedsheets, needing to hold on to something for leverage. Caliban continued to fuck you, hitting the spot inside you that caused your body to tremble, making the band in your belly tighten, close to coming.

“Oh, please—make me come,” you begged, tears brimming in your eyes, feeling your insides tear as Caliban fucked you merciless, your knees shaking. You were going to be sore in the morning, that’s for damn sure.

Caliban let out a loud moan suddenly, feeling your walls squeeze his cock, signaling your oncoming orgasm. The demon Prince reached down with one hand, still holding on to your hip to steady himself from pounding your insides, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing furiously.

“Oh God,” you cried, feeling your walls tighten around Caliban, causing his nostrils to flare, feeling his own orgasm making its way closer and closer. “Come for me,” Caliban growled, pinching your clit and rolling the tiny bud between his skilled fingers.

Caliban thrusted two more times, before a high pitched scream escaped you, tears falling down your flushed cheeks. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the band in your belly snapping and pleasurable waves washed over you, hitting all your nerves as you came on Caliban’s cock, milking him. Not a second later, as your body twitched through your orgasm, Caliban came to a stop inside you, his mouth dropping open in a silent moan, coming inside of you in spurts, staining your insides.

Caliban collapsed on top of you, nearly crushing you except he landed on his forearms, laying the side of his face against your damp back, trying to catch his breath. “Marry me,” Caliban asked. In your delusional, fucked-out state, you giggled, replying a soft, “Okay.”

Caliban let out a shaky laugh, “Okay.”

Caliban kissed your back, before rolling over next to you, letting you finally lay down comfortably, curling up into his side. Caliban wrapped a possessive arm around you, pulling you so that you could rest your head on his chest.

“Will you stay?” you asked quietly, the moonlight shining through your white curtains. “Do you want me to?” Caliban asked, rubbing his fingers softly down your arm, tickling you.

You were exhausted, your insides quivering with aftershocks. “Yes,” you spoke, honestly.

Caliban hummed, turning on his side so he could watch your sleepy face, eyes fluttering and trying to stay awake. “Mine,” Caliban whispered into the night, pressing a delicate kiss against your forehead.

You spoke no more.

fin

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[yanderefantasies]

Rental!reader getting cockblocked by so many alphas in his own home because they all want to claim him is so funny to me pls-

Reader sitting there watching two dumbasses fighting like jfc the one time mike gives him a chance Eli walks in

Dude just wants a good fuck but all these damn assholes won’t stop fighting eachother lmao

[bnhablessings]

endeavor with someone who’s really sassy but actually really submissive in bed please, like they’re big talk and shit but there’s some switch moment too, she tired to take the lead but well??? ended up a (blushing) mess

I did headcanons for these baby because well… I was in that situation LMAO I couldn’t stop laughing when I tried writing a scenario so headcanons had to be the choice. I hope you like this anon!

Does anybody want to die of embarrassment with me if they were in this type of situation as well? :’)

I also write Enji a bit soft because this jerk needs some love too

Todoroki Enji x Female!Reader

Warnings: Adult themes so 18+ please, (Ns*w under the cut)

Also, this is messy af so forgive it for being everywhere

Words: 528

If Enji is in a romantic/intimate relationship you can bet he’s quite smitten with you considering his past relationship

Poor Rei

Anyway, I don’t think he ever really liked her and was obviously in it for the children so in this case, he would be head over heels with you

That probably means you work for him or with another fellow hero (so he can see all the sass from you out on the work field because I see no other way of him getting close to another female)

I’m hoping he’s a changed man if he’s intimate with you and I do believe a sassy partner would be best suited to him

Let’s move to the spicy bits, shall we?

Endeavor is a stressed-out man considering he’s now the top Pro Hero

That means whenever he has time with you at your place it will turn hot and heavy rather fast

If it’s at his place you can count on being cockblocked by all the heavy discontent atmosphere in the house from his children

Now that he’s with a partner he genuinely cares about, he would provide the best aftercare since I can’t imagine him being gentle in bed considering he’s fucking huge look at his stature

Anyone he can easily crush obviously has to be the submissive type- but not pathetically so- he likes feisty which is why he adores you

You talk big but once in bed you become putty in his hands

Which is why despite being a sassy and/or sarcastic partner,you care for him immensely but- You wish to dominate him and take the lead so he doesn’t have to do all the work at least once and to prove to him that you can do so since he probably teases you for the big talk

The change in your talk was subtle but surely noticeable to him

He doesn’t say anything, letting you do as you please

This one is random but it goes without saying that you call him “Daddy” I am so sorry but this man definitely has the kink and no one can tell me otherwise

“Why don’t you let me show you how this is done?” You say with a sultry look in your eyes as you make him sit down on the bed, both of you fully clothed

You can see his amused fucking grin and you already feel your nerves come alive

The annoying male is so damn quiet it is making you have second thoughts

You continue and climb onto his lap before seating yourself directly on him

Feeling his clothed but heated member against your own heat makes you short-circuit

You abort the mission

Your head falls onto his shoulder and arms wrap around his neck as you let out a defeated groan

Your face feels hot to the touch from not being able to go through with it

He finally fucking chuckles but is thankfully kind about it as he places a tender kiss on top of your head. His hand rubs your back soothingly

“You did better than last time. We can keep trying some other time. For now, let me fuck you.”

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