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#this was really cute how buck worked up the courage to get this all off his chest
m-ayo-o · 6 months
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KINKTOBER III: SOMNO starring: succubus!reader x jjk men incl. 25+ megumi synopsis: cute demon girl finds horny sorcerers warnings: reader can fly/has wings ⋆ masturbation ⋆ voyeurism ⋆ somno/dream sex ⋆ m oral ⋆ past trauma mention ⋆ dub-con ⋆ cnc ⋆ f.f.m threesome ⋆ f oral ⋆ predator/prey ⋆ non-con ⋆ degradation ⋆ mutual masturbation
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i apéritif 2.2k ii amuse-bouche 1.5k iii entrée 1.3k iiiv relevé  2.4k total: 7.4k
18+ mdni. nsfw below. more voyeurism than somno oops
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Exhaustion and lust eat away at your body, the dull taste of the average man slowly tainting your taste buds.
You know what you need. You need to feed on someone special.
Hot guys don’t cut it anymore. Sexy is second place.
You need something more.
As you approach a particular technical college on the outskirts of Tokyo, you don’t realise how soon your desires may be met.
You snoop around the grounds, finding the so-called “sorcerers” who just seem so damn horny.
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You first find a man who you simply cannot ignore. His appearance is striking, ethereal even– and when he’s not condescending and belittling his enemies, bringing them to their knees with his fingers, he’s busy annoying his students and flirting with any woman who meets his high standards. 
So you follow him, using your invisibility to keep hidden, realising that he may be quite the challenging target. He’s darting all over the country, teleporting, leaving you unable to keep up. And you start to realise that the man doesn’t fucking sleep, which puts all kinds of holes in your plans to enter his dreams and feed off his pleasure. The last straw that really gets you on edge is that you think he can see you. 
Regardless, you finally work up the courage to tail him to his office late at night, where he huffs and collapses on the comfortable chair, his intimidating frame slouching back with his legs spread. 
If only he would fall asleep like this, you think, watching as he brings a hand up to his brow, massaging his temples before removing that black blindfold. 
You’re left awestruck, firstly by seeing every detail of his beautiful face, then when his hand starts to move down his body, over his shirt, reaching the swell in his pants that he starts to palm. 
“Mmhh–” he moans and gives an agonisingly slow hip thrust into his hand. 
Your breath hitches, watching him reach under and start to rub himself. Honestly, you don’t blame him for being so pent up– the man can’t catch a break. 
So he relieves himself with his hand, teasing his cock out of his dark pants, his head lolling back over the office chair. 
Seeing him so exposed like this, you would love nothing more than to kiss his handsome jaw, sink your teeth into that veiny neck, strip off his shirt and lick every defined muscle that you’re sure to find underneath, then end up with his cock between your lips. 
But you’re too scared. Despite his friendly demeanour, his godly power terrifies you. 
So you keep your distance, imagining how he’d feel, how he’d taste. 
He picks up his pace, letting out frustrated sighs while his full and flushed cock barely fits in his massive hand. 
“Fuck me, I really need to get laid” he mutters before lubricating his tip with a load of spit. 
That only makes you feel even more desperate, with all the slick he’d need waiting between your legs. 
You swear you can’t help it. As soon as those moaned curses started falling from his lips you got the familiar, wet heat curling in your abdomen. 
And you watch on with hazy eyes, seeing how he teases himself with long, slow strokes that make his hips buck, then working up into faster, aggressive pumping that gets his free hand flying over his mouth. 
But he can’t stifle those lewd noises now, only getting louder, moaning and gasping as he gets closer. 
Your eyes trail all over him, from the tips of his messy, shimmering locks, his eyes that are squeezed shut, the rosy glow to his cheeks, then to his hips, his hand over that throbbing, hard boner, and his swollen head, where all his precum is collecting that you want to suck up so bad it’s got you whimpering. 
You’re really struggling to keep quiet, especially now he’s grabbing his shirt and pulling it up in preparation for what’s to come. Now you can see those tensing abs, his body shuddering and erupting, your panties are completely soaked through, arousal coating your thighs.
What a waste, you think, watching him spill the delicious essence all over his convulsing stomach. 
But he is relieved, nonetheless, his grip relaxing as his hips slow down. 
“Nghh– fuck–” he squeezes the last few drops out and reaches for a tissue, bright eyes flashing and connecting with yours. Directly. Intensely. It’s fleeting, but leaves a trail of goosebumps tingling down your spine. 
He can’t see me. There’s no way. 
You linger in the shadows for a moment longer, then slink away as he starts fixing his shirt and pants, replacing the black fabric over his eyes. 
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A few days later, brimming with impatience, you follow him to his penthouse apartment where he finally took the night off and passed out on his sofa. 
Now the real fun begins. 
You approach the angelic man, admiring those unruly white hairs, the feline curves of his closed eyes, those beautiful, pink lips. It’s always the most devious men who look this way when they’re sleeping. 
Entering his dreams easily, you unzip his pants and peel down his tight boxers, slipping him in your mouth and sucking till he’s hard and panting. 
“Hnn— ahhh– feels s’good, so hot–” his lewd praise encourages you until you’re sucking at him messily, feeling him bulge bigger in your mouth.
“Yes, oh fuck, like that–” you love how his moans are flowing so freely in his subconscious state. 
“Oh damn– yesss, yeah, fuck don’t stop–” he’s getting louder, bucking his hips until a confused expression crosses his face, “fuck– who, who even– uhnn– S-Sugu–” 
He’s interrupted by a long, hard orgasm, as you finally get to taste his hot cum after a week of temptation. He’s exquisite, a delicacy. Powerful men always taste the best, after all. So you suck him dry and feel his revitalising energy coursing through you, making you hum with satisfaction. 
Feeling pleased with yourself, you sit up and fix your hair, only to be interrupted by the man below you fidgeting and stirring awake. Your eyes flit to his, where he’s returning a long, hard stare. 
“You think you can just take my cum and leave?” 
“H-how–” you stutter, feeling confused as most of your prey can’t even remember what happened to them, let alone see you while they’re awake.
“I could see you the whole time, silly thing” his words make you cringe with embarrassment.
“Wait– oh…”
“You enjoy the show the other day?” he asks with a cocky smile. 
Shit. You can’t believe this fucker. 
“I- I am not a thing” you pout. 
“Oh,” he scoffs, “well I’m sorry… even people like me have blind spots, sugar. Why don’t you tell me what you are?” 
“A succubus.” You eye him up and down, “And you are not a person.” You retort, feeling sour from his humiliating tone. 
“Whoa, whoa now, pretty thing…” he repeats, making you glare back at his stupid smile, “if you’re gonna get nasty I might have to teach you a lesson.”
“A-ah…” your insides curl up, feeling him grinding into you below. 
“N-no, no–” you push down on him, fluttering up to the high ceiling of his apartment. 
There’s no way you could take someone like him after your dry spell. And after the last time you had sex, getting roughed up and wrecked so badly that you could barely stumble away? There’s no chance you’re ready right now. 
“Not scared of me, are ya?” he tugs at his still hard member, tucking it away when he sees your wide eyes. 
“Well just come down here and I’ll make you feel good”
You shake your head, eyes darting around as you flap further away. You know men and their ulterior motives all too well. 
“Have it your way, pretty thing,” he murmurs before his body lifts off the sofa. You can only stare, nerves stirring in the pit of your stomach while you watch him seamlessly float up to join you.
“Y’know it’s rude to lead a guy on like that?” he questions, pulling you closer while you blink up at him in disbelief. 
“W-wasn’t…” you shake your head, covering your body, “just taking what I needed.” You realise how selfish you sound now, but you were dying of hunger. 
“And what about me, hm?”
You can’t deny the way he’s making your heart race now with his brilliant eyes staring into yours. 
“You know what I need?” 
Spreading your legs with his thigh, he pushes under your dress and over your little thong that remained in place all evening.
“Let me give you something…” he mutters over your lips, your eyes jerking down to his bulge, making him chuckle.
“How about this, to start with?” a sly smile spreads over his features, his seductive tone making you shiver.
He slides the damp material to the side and sinks two fingers inside you slowly. 
You protest weakly, pushing at his wrist, which only makes him grin viciously and dig his long fingers in deeper. 
Massaging your clit with his thumb, he fingers you in midair and holds your body against his, loving how you start to relax and place your hands on his arms. 
“That’s it” he coos, pulling you into an intense kiss, his tongue all over yours in a messy display of lust. 
He starts curling his fingers now, knowing exactly how to get that warm pleasure building in your little body. He watches you spread yourself wider, taking him harder until your head spins and you lose balance. 
“A-ahh–” you let out a cry, feeling him catch you and steady you. 
“Easy, there you go”
“Th-thank you” you whisper between soft moans. 
“Oh,” he smiles, “didn’t know things like you had manners”
“S-stop calling me that!” you can barely get pissed off with the man, with the way he’s making you feel.
“Scary…” his eyebrows wiggle, his smile getting wider, “what’s a little thing like you gonna do?” 
“Stop it!!” you cry, pushing away suddenly and flapping up to the sparkly chandelier that’s mounted in the ceiling. 
To your shock his body flashes right in front of you with a wide grin on his face. You can’t process what just happened but he’s tugging you away from the light, letting out an unhinged laugh as an invisible force pushes you flat against the ceiling. 
“Now, now, you were takin’ my fingers so well,” he brings his body to hover right under yours, a menacing undertone surfacing in his voice.
Confusion and fear seep through you, your body frozen in place by some kind of telekinesis. Your lip trembles, watching his smile turn sinister while he snaps your thong off with a flick of his wrist.
“Would be a shame to stop there, hm?” 
He frees his cock again, pushing your dress up and teasing you with his smooth, wet tip, casually maintaining the immense pressure over your body.
“Mm, I was just tryna be nice, pretty thing,” he coos, pushing your hair away, “but now I’m afraid you have no choice…”
You shake your head vigorously, unable to even talk, your legs spreading wider for him against your will.
“Hm,” he chuckles, feeling your body start to grip at his cock, “suckin’ me in?” 
“It’s ok,” he coos and strokes your cheek, edging himself in, “m sure you can take it, pretty thing.”
Your body clenches up and struggles to take him, trembling with only half his length. That only gets him more worked up, pumping harder until he forces himself deeper.
You think he’s all the way in, your body relaxing slightly, until he sighs and slides in another few inches.
“Yeah that’s it,” he hums with satisfaction, feeling you clench and spasm around him while his fat tip pushes in places you didn’t know existed, “gunna fuck you dumb now.”
He fucks you hard against the ceiling, only getting rougher when he looks down your body, seeing your cream coating his shaft.
You can’t believe he’s doing this to you, splitting you open and forcing orgasm after orgasm from your depths.
This arrogant man, his condescending tones– you should be pushing him away, but you can barely breathe, your body in complete submission while your head spins with vertigo.
“Mm–mmmm–” you let out little vocalisations, your eyes flying wide as you helplessly grapple against his strength. 
“Nearly there,” he lets off an untamed growl, making you realise he’s nearly as far gone as you, “oh fuckkk me– gunna make such a mess of this pretty pussy” 
His mind lost to his carnal desires, his power suddenly pulses, a fresh wave of telekinetic energy slamming you harder.
He sucks and bites at your neck, his massive hands enclosing your hips, tugging you in and forcing himself deeper.
The corners of your vision start to blur, the pressure becoming too much, until you hear a crack in the ceiling above you. 
“Fuck–” he pants into your neck, “fuck, ‘m close– please, please hold out f’me, let me, let me fucking fill you– ha–ahhhh–” 
With a long groan he finally lets go, the extraordinary force over your body relaxing as he slowly pumps you full of his cum. 
“Nnh– ahh–” he hums and sighs, your bodies entangled in a mess of limbs and wings, gradually floating back down to his sofa. 
His muscular frame collides with the cushions and you sit up on him, getting your bearings after being suspended for so long. 
As he finally stops pumping, you’re overcome with a dizzying, joyful high that could leave you full for weeks. You kiss him all over, feeling totally enamoured, watching exhaustion claim his body. 
You realise you got off pretty lightly tonight, with only a few bruises on your arms and neck; a price you’re willing to pay to be as full as you are now. 
You can’t help but feel grateful, pressing kisses to his cheek with a soft whisper, “I shall let you rest now.”
Placing a blanket over him and a final kiss to his forehead you murmur your goodbyes, “Dream of me.”
You redress yourself and flutter to the window, taking one last glance at the beautiful man who cured your starvation.
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ii ⋆
You make your way back to the Academy where you’ve made a little nest in one of the old dormitories, so far undiscovered. 
You rest for a few days and soon find another sorcerer, nearly as tall and handsome as the first. But he seems a little preoccupied, having a particular routine of meeting a beautiful young woman in his office after hours.
Listening to them is one thing, but daring to enter and watch brings a whole new pleasure. You love how needy he is for her; the way she waits for him on his desk, just sitting pretty, until his big hands find her body and tug at her clothes, kissing her skin, leaving little marks.
You love watching her beg for more, and the sorcerer so willingly gives everything to her, until he’s stripping and fucking her slow and deep on his desk.
Oh, how you wish to be that woman.
Perhaps if you worked your way into both of their subconsciouses…? You start to think, pondering the possibility of having two mates.
But there’s something more in his eyes– it’s not just lust. He loves this woman. And you can’t deny anybody their sweet love.
You linger a little more, on the verge of defeat, until your invisibility slips one evening. 
The girl was stepping through the corridor towards his office when she first saw you, leaving you both startled. 
You presumed she would be scared by your strange appearance and non-human features, but instead she seemed intrigued, amazed even. 
She spoke to you respectfully and politely then took your hand and stepped into her lover’s office, “Come with me, let me introduce you to Kento!”
She sounds so excited, pulling you inside and bringing you to stand under the large frame of the man you’ve been stalking.
“Succubus?” He crooks an eyebrow, his gaze finding your slightly pointed ears and little wings. 
You just nod, feeling a little embarrassed under their curious stares.
“Um, so, I don’t know much about succubi but–” the woman hesitates, looking between her partner and you, “don’t you need… sex, to survive?”
Again, you nod sheepishly. 
“A-are you hungry?” She asks with a little smile.
Your eyes shine brightly, taking a liking to the girl’s line of questioning. Although you haven’t tried it, you’re pretty sure a woman’s essence would fill you just as well. 
“A- a little.” You reply quietly, overcome with greed.
You did take some of the most potent, filling pleasure you’ve had in a long time only days ago, so you’re not starved. But you could eat.
The man’s narrow eyes find the bruises on your neck, his gaze hanging there as he contemplates. 
“Satoru?”
You nod again, a blush starting to tingle your cheeks. 
“You’ve already been with him, hm?” He gives his partner a knowing look, “Shall we show you how a woman should really be treated?”
You’ve never been so excited in your damn life. It surges through your body and ends up coming out as a little flap of your wings and a rather humiliating squeak. 
And they show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on for all these years, with her soft lips over yours, his strong hands guiding you to perch on his desk– just how you’ve seen her many times before. 
They spread you and tease you and treat you to the most tantalising pleasure you’ve ever felt– both of them more generous and warm than your previous encounter. You know Satoru was stressed the day you went to him, so you’ll forgive him and probably go back for more once you’ve recovered.
But these two lovers are gentle and caring in their movements, making sure you get everything you need.
“Honey,” he speaks so softly– a voice of a man who’s completely satisfied and cared for– “sit up here, will you?”
He places his girl next to you on his desk, admiring the way your hand instinctively reaches out to hers, bringing her into a delicate kiss. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet.
You pull away when you feel Kento’s hand on your knee. He kisses his partner passionately, his hands working up both of your thighs to feel between your legs. You watch his tongue sliding over hers as she lets out the cutest whimpers. You wonder if that’s how you sound.
He pulls away with a look in his eyes that makes you tremble. And he’s not even looking at you. 
“Beautiful,” he whispers a compliment, now spreading the slick over both of your folds. 
He turns to you, his sharp eyes trailing over your semi-nude body, and with shock crossing your features you watch him kneel.
“W-why–” you stutter, only to find the woman’s hands turning you to face her.
“Just let him do it, ok sweetheart?” She coos, her voice sending tingles through your mind. 
“Do w-w–” your stammering is silenced when you feel his lips connect below, and hers over your mouth.
You’re used to draining men and stealing their pleasure, but receiving that pleasure is all new. 
You moan and squirm on the desk, your legs spread to allow the gorgeous man below you to enter you repeatedly with his tongue. He pushes you open and laps you up, placing his wide tongue over your folds then sucking and biting. 
He’s got that warm feeling going through you in no time while the beautiful girl next to you gives you a lesson on just how gently she can kiss.
Her lips tickle against yours while she sucks and tongues you like no man has ever done before. Her hands wander over your body and pinch at your little nipples, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to leave you gushing again.
You start to feel bad for the man below you– he must be drowning by now. But all you can hear is his moaning and the wet, slick sound of him drinking you. 
Once he’s taken his fill of you, he pulls away and gives his girl the same treatment. And you watch how he does it, amazed by how he’s shoving himself so deep between her legs– how can he even breathe!?
Needless to say, he doesn’t care. He’s wrapped up in pleasure giving and that’s all he can focus on, taking her waist in his hands and bringing her ever closer. 
You watch how she convulses and needily grabs at your body, pulling you closer and moaning over your lips with pupils so dilated you can barely see the colour of her eyes.
And she’s satisfied, her body relaxed while she strokes your hair and he pulls away.
Now you’re getting really excited, seeing what he’s doing next. He’s pulling the gorgeous woman onto the wooden floor of his office, then you, right next to her. And he is the one now perching on his desk.
You look up at the swell in his pants and yearn to finally taste him, your body going into overdrive when he slips himself out. 
You hesitate, looking at his girlfriend for a moment until she answers your unspoken question of who gets to go first.
“Come on, pretty girl, there’s enough for both of us,” she says with a smile, gently placing your eagerly waiting mouth over his large member.
And you suck and share him till he’s thrusting between your lips and getting close to his release. To your sheer amazement the girl pulls away and whispers in your ear, “You can taste him, sweetie.”
You squirm and take him all the way down, earning a loud moan from the man and a surprised giggle from the girl. 
“Wow!! You’re so good at that!” She strokes the back of your neck then stands up to face her gorgeous man.
“She’s deepthroating you so well… I can’t believe it. How does it feel, Ken?” She coos, tracing her fingertips over his marble like abs.
“F-feels s’good sweetie,” he replies as you swallow his massive tip over and over.
Of course, this is your go to, so you should be good at it. But it makes you feel proud to receive compliments from these two. The way they fuck often leaves you feeling desperate for it just like that. 
But now you’ve got his hips stuttering and his hand in your hair, you can only concentrate on his release.
You hum and moan over him, your lashes batting up to take fleeting glances over his body, his lips attached to his lover’s.
And he thrusts so deep and hard, finishing with a gruff moan and a tug of your hair– the only harsh movement you’ve felt all night.
You suck and swallow till he pushes you off and watches you lick up the mess on your chin, leaving you panting and giddy with pleasure.
Your stomach swells full with his seed, making more and more power surge through you. You’re going to be unstoppable soon, with all of this magical liquid you’re being given.
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iii ⋆
A few days later, curiosity got the better of you once more, leading you to a labyrinth of deep, underground tunnels beneath the academy where you followed someone new.
This next one’s a little tricky because, like you, it seems that he’s not supposed to be here. He’s snooping around, evading the covered gaze of the white haired sorcerer. 
You slink through the dark tunnels after him, wondering how someone so large can be so silent. He has a strange energy around him– not like the rest. It’s unsettling. And this time it really does feel like he can see you, or sense you somehow, his dark eyes flashing each time he turns to look over his shoulder.
Your heart starts racing with every twist and turn in the claustrophobic tunnels, following him closely until you come to a fork in the pathway. 
Which way did he go? 
He seems to be near enough untraceable– no scent, no footprints. So you choose quickly and keep moving.
The adrenaline is pumping through your veins now while you retrace your footsteps, creeping along the dark pathways, panicking that you’re utterly lost down here... with that formidable man. 
You’re pacing around in the maze which is only getting darker, and possibly deeper, until you round a corner and he’s facing you.
His ears prick when you sharply intake a breath in shock, his narrow eyes somehow find yours, then his hand twitches.
He raises his arm, reaching out in front of him.
Pure terror holds you still, watching his hand grab for you.
He reaches your throat.
“Hm, there you are,” his lips curl into a pleased smirk. 
“Show yourself.”
You hesitate.
“Now.”
You obey, unwillingly, as he squeezes your windpipe.
“Hm,” he steps closer, figuring you out while you struggle for air.
You wriggle in his grip, your hands prying at his solid forearm while you take in little strangled breaths. 
“Succubus, right?” his voice drips with malice.
You nod rigidly, your eyes flicking over his features, only able to discern that he looks terrifying. 
His smile widens, seeing the fear in your eyes. 
“Hungry?” 
“Mm mm–” you shake your head.
“What do you mean, no? You already found some cock?”
He watches pink tinge your ears, letting out a dry laugh.
“Aw, you thought the sorcerers up there were cute, hmm?”
He hums and teases, watching you squeeze your eyes closed.
“Wonder if you met my pathetic excuse of a son…” he mutters absentmindedly, his grip on your neck becoming slack as he’s seemingly lost in thought.
You take this opportunity to duck and escape his hold, leaving you darting down the corridor with him hot on your heels.
You hurtle through the tunnel, flapping and running for your life while his footsteps echo in your ears. You feel him mere inches behind you, your body halted and the pathway spinning when his powerful arms secure around your waist. 
He caught you so easily, his torso pressed up against your back with his hand over your nose and mouth. 
“You’ve got nowhere to go, little one”
“Mmm– mmmpph–” you cry into his palm, writhing and pushing on his chest your wings. 
“Trying to escape will only make it worse,” you feel his hot breath in your ear again.
You soon realise it’s not a fair fight against his sheer size and strength, your body slumping in defeat. 
“Now,” he breathes in deeply, his lips ghosting your cheek, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “I’m gonna fill you better than any of those spineless fuckers up there.”
His free hand starts to massage between your legs while your eyes get heavy, the corners of your vision starting to fade from the lack of oxygen. 
“‘m gonna fill you up to... here” he traces his hand up your stomach, “no, here.”
He finally catches on that you’re about to pass out, moving his hand from your mouth back to your throat. 
You gasp and choke while he tugs your dress and panties away, splitting your labia and circling your clit. 
Despite being afraid for your life, what he’s doing to you is stirring a deep, longing arousal that leaves you feeling disgusted.
You don’t want this. You don’t want him. 
But your shaking and squirming is only urging him on, laughing bitterly at your stupid attempts to free yourself.
Removing his fingers, you feel him push his cock through your thighs, making you let out a little sob. 
Fuck, he’s too big. 
“N-nnn- pl- pl-” you only manage little stutters, shaking your head  while his hand still squeezes you tight. 
“Pretend you don’t want this. S’fine with me.”
He mutters in your ear and you can only feel his heavy bulge swelling thicker, leaving you alarmed and trying to peer back at him, desperate to see how big he is before he ruins you. 
Your look of worry earns another snicker. “Yes, sweetie, I’m gonna be bigger than all the pathetic lowlifes you’ve taken up there, might hurt you a little. Sorry bout that”
His conceited words, laced with twisted sadism, are enough to convince you that he’s not sorry.
In fact, you’re getting an inclination that every pained moan he’s dragging from your lips is making him want you more.
As much as that should have you trembling and begging for him to stop, you only find yourself spreading your legs wider.
“So fucking eager”
He finally releases your throat, tugging at your hair now. 
“You wanna good fucking, hm?” he growls in your ear. 
“N-no, can’t–!” your voice contradicts your body once again. 
“Think you’re lying”
“Let’s see what you’ve got to say when I get this cock inside you, hm?” he threatens, dragging himself over your shamefully soaked entrance. 
You know it’s gonna hurt, so you brace yourself, finding that his arrogant warning was completely and utterly justified. 
“I, I can’t, no please don’t– fuck!” you let out shrill cries, feeling him spread you over his tip, his thumb digging into your skin.
“You can. And you fucking will” he sibilates. 
He splits you wider, forcing himself into your too small hole. 
“Yeah, let me in, like that– fuck yes you dirty little girl, squeeze me tighter” 
You never knew you could feel like this. The pain is overwhelming, making tears streak down your face, but the pleasure has you pushing on the wall and humping his cock like a horny fucking mess. 
He laughs, squeezing at your ass while he fucks you greedily. 
And you can tell, now that he’s turning you to face him, grinning and watching you sob, that this man is evil to his core.
He fucks you deep and hard, nearly lifting you off the ground with his brutal thrusts, only for your body to meet the cold, hard wall in front. 
His face inching closer as if to intimidate you more, he sneers, his dark eyes glowering as he seems to feed off your fear. 
But you’re feeding off his pleasure now, squirming as your echoed moans travel down the dark, dingy tunnel. 
He feels you spasm and he bucks his hips harshly, grunting and enjoying the pressure over his erection.
“Hm, knew you were nothing but a slutty little concubine,” he hisses, “made for stealing cum.”
“Well now you’re getting it– fuck, take it you little slut–” he growls and ejaculates so hard into your core it extends your orgasm, leaving you panting, your heart pounding in your chest. 
You’re lost in a trance, oozing full of this wicked man’s seed. You weren’t even hungry, but this excess will only make you stronger so you take every last drop. 
He finally releases you, letting you fall to your knees as your vision starts to blur. 
“I hope you come looking for me again” he hisses his final words in your ear then steps away, your body succumbing to fatigue. 
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iiiv ⋆ 
Regaining consciousness and making it out of the tunnels after your feverish experience, you’ve taken to hiding in your little dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.
You’re out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven’t seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.
Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.
He looks pissed off. And tired.
He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don’t you remember what happened last time?
You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight. 
He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you’re hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he’s looking through you, at the moon. 
He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill. 
He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn’t take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.
He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and pulling it over his head. 
You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.
He’s enchanting. 
You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away. 
In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room. 
During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he’s just so busy you can barely keep up. 
You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted. 
You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors… how rude, you think. 
But you get to hear his name, nonetheless. 
Megumi.
And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget. 
At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, sometimes with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both. 
Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home. 
You’ve seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it’s the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.
You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next. 
Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don’t make a noise.
But you can’t take your eyes away when he strips himself. 
He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn’t pick up his book. 
He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs. 
Oh my god, he’s finally masturbating! 
You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most. 
But he grunts and sighs until there’s an incredible tent in his sheets. 
Wow. Your mouth hangs open. 
He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully. 
“Oh” you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.
Luckily he didn’t hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip. 
You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he’s about to release, but his hand only slows.
Oh fuck. 
You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It’s very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can’t resist. You want to feel connected to him. 
Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.
You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his. 
Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he’s doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping yourself in sync with his pumping.
This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he’s going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster. 
Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock. 
Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs. 
You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues. 
In your countless experiences of edging men, you’ve never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he’s just finished, you can’t wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you’ll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure. 
That night has only added fuel to the raging fires of your hunger and desire for this man. 
Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies. 
To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he’s tough and ever so resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind. 
It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It’s a rushed meal, but you’re starving and the way he’s moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It’s like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you’ve tasted before. 
And you get addicted. 
You visit him over and over. 
He trudges home. You follow. 
He takes care of himself. You watch. 
He gets into bed. You enter his dreams. 
Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill. 
During your visits he’s usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly. 
But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths. 
From Megumi’s perspective, he realises he’s been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he’s getting turned on so easily. 
One day he’s settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you’ve been doing to him. 
He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard. 
You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what’s happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire. 
You hover for a moment longer and notice how he’s rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn’t going to work, you think. 
After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight. 
So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself. 
To your relief, he isn’t startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression. 
“It’s you…” 
You hear him through the panes of glass. 
You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open. 
“Come in”
You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room. 
And before you utter a word to each other, you’re drawn closer and he pulls you in. 
The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He’s giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body. 
“You’ve been in my head,” he breathes out between your passionate movements, “in my dreams?” He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps. 
You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions. 
“I, I needed to…” you whisper into the small gap between your lips. 
“You needed…” he looks down, “this?” 
His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth. 
He looks up at you again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of his beauty. 
It’s a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his eyes light up regardless, seeing the way you’re looking up at him so innocently. 
“Hey, don’t act all coy…” his smile grows, teasing you now, “how many times have you sucked me off already?” 
How he’s acting, how he’s speaking to you, how he looks– how have you found a man so perfect? 
He’s got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks. 
“I– I… don’t know” 
“No, neither do I,” his little smile is making you dizzy now, “but I’d like you to do it again, if that’s ok?” 
You’re amazed. You can’t believe he’s offering himself to you– a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon– so freely. 
“A-are, are you sure?”
You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself. 
But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand. 
“It’s more like, I need you.” He pauses, looking down, “My body… reacts to you.” He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin. 
All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words. 
“I want you.”
With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible. 
He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips. 
“Ohhh, fuck,” he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy. 
But he’s in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls. 
“You like that?”
“Mm, mmmm” you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality. 
“Fuck– good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough–” he mutters between his now laboured breaths.
“Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this… before–” his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw. 
The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone. 
A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body. 
“I-I don’t even know– your name?” he huffs, questioning you, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can’t do it tonight. You need him. 
So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you’ve been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you’re taking his conscious, consenting pleasure. 
You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below. 
After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question. 
“y/n. I’m a succubus. Nice to meet you.”
From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill. 
He agrees, under the condition that you’ll let him have sex with you and won’t go to any other man. 
His eyes look so stern when he tells you, “I want you for myself.” 
You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he’s not going to hurt you, and that for once, you’ve found a man who needs you as much as you need him. 
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don't ask why toru n megumi's parts are so longg no comment on the cheesy ending see you in hell!
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deadbydangit · 8 months
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HI idk when this was made but this is a godsend, especially considering the new dbd comic out. me, a rabid legion (frank) fan……. wonders
killers when they get to share in the campfire with you? just you and them sitting by the survivors campfire and taking in the area thats usually reserved for survivors
Aww, that's cute. I have to get ahold of those comics! I decided to make it a campfire party with the Legion.
Hanging out with them at the campfire.
Legion members: Frank, Julie, Joey, Susie
Frank
He's the one bringing the party!
And by that I mean the booze.
Yeah, lots of it.
"Hey guys, watch me do a back flip."
Literally the life of the party.
He does kind of try to show off.
He wants you to see how cool he is.
It might not always be safe.
"Five bucks says I can jump over the fire."
There is no money in the realm.
He's kind of drunk.
He gets drunk really fast.
He's the drunk who does really stupid shit.
Then picks a fight with the largest person there.
Then is their best friend.
Has no idea what happened the night before.
But he has a ton of bruises.
He's just glad he got to have fun with you and the others.
Julie
She's bringing booze too.
Except she brings more exotic things.
Special things she can only get from doing really well in trials.
Frank likes cheap beer.
Julie likes her fancy champagne.
All the things you would find at a fancy party.
But she drinks it right out of the bottle so...
Kind of defeats the purpose.
But look at her expensive taste.
Look how mature she is.
She really wants to impress you.
Liquid courage.
She's a real flirt.
She leans on you.
Arm around your shoulder.
Cheesy pick up lines.
The works.
But you're worth it.
Joey
Weed.
Joey is bringing weed.
He's a chill guy.
Sure, he'll have a drink.
But he'd rather just smoke some weed and chill.
"Wanna take a hit?"
If you do, they be aware.
He has the strongest stuff.
If not, no problem.
He won't judge you for it.
But he still wants you to have a good time.
Relax a little.
No one's here to kill anyone.
We're just chilling.
He's the one who will lay on the floor, just vibing.
He'll lean you on his chest.
Start talking about the most random things.
"Do you think butterflies know they only live a month?"
He's trying to be philosophical and impress you.
He sounds really stupid.
But he's trying so hard.
It's almost comical.
He just wants to seem cool in front of you.
Is that such a bad thing?
Susie
"Guys! I brought snacks!"
She brought snacks.
Not just a bag of chips.
All the snacks.
Candy bars?
Got up.
Marshmallows?
Check.
Sticks for making s'mores?
All ready.
Hell, she even has hot dogs to roast over the fire.
And every condiment you could ever want.
Where did she get all this?
And how did she store it in such a small bag?
The only thing she doesn't have is healthy foods.
She's got a bad sweet tooth.
But, who can really judge her.
Call it childish, but several of the other killers and survivors are partaking in her little feast too.
She's going to show you all the crazy combinations she's made.
"Ever had worms in dirt?"
She'll show you.
Pudding, Oreos, gummy worms.
She'll make you anything you want.
She just loves sweets.
That's why she loves you so much.
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thatgrainfellow · 2 years
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the florist au no one asked for, ft. that one tumblr post(now with pt 2)
so it goes like this: grian needs a fuck you bouquet(pearl pissed him off somehow), and scar just happens to own the flower shop three blocks from grian’s apartment.
grian storms into scar’s shop, slams 20 bucks on the counter, and asks scar how to passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower language with such a finality in his voice that it even scares scar, who’s had his fair share of bratty customers.
in the end, the bouquet consists of geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations for disappointment, and orange lilies for hatred, all surrounded by a ring of green willow stems for false love.
all in all, quite an interesting customer for a boring day, scar thinks, but he doesn’t really expect to see him again
grian reappears two days later, armed with the excuse that he saw a houseplant that he wanted to get. what he doesn’t tell scar though, is that, one, every single plant he’s ever kept has died a long and horrible death and, two, he’s really only here to ogle this cute florist.
grian leaves the flower shop with a brand new houseplant to torture, a wallet 15 dollars lighter, and a hopeless crush on scar.
so this goes on for the next three weeks or so, grian keeps coming back, buying tons upon tons of bouquets and countless houseplants. scar wonders idly how he doesn’t run out of space in his apartment(it’s because all the ones he bought before are dead).
anyways, scar starts flirting with grian and grian is oblivious. scar, however, thinks he’s doing great at this “dancing around each other” thing. cub thinks he flirts like an 80-year-old (see: very bad). and every time grian leaves the shop, cub always makes fun of scar for staring, lovestruck, the at the door grian just left out of. 
grian goes to pearl to complain about this cute guy that doesn’t seem to show interest in him and pearl does the “wink wink nudge nudge” and asks him if this “cute guy” was the one who made him the fuck you bouquet. grian groans into his hands and tries to shove her off the couch.
once, grian visits scar kind of late, right as he’s packing up shop and scar gives him some poppies and lilacs that are too damaged to sell but still good enough to look pretty. grian does not spend entire the weekend staring at them.
this becomes a strange little ritual of theirs until scar finally works up the courage to give grian his number. he does this in the most cliche way possible: the next time grian buys a bouquet from him, he tucks a little note in the flowers that lists his number and asks grian to call him. grian falls a little more in love with scar.
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keerywh0re · 2 years
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The Joe Kinks
A/N: first part of what ima call ‘The Joe Series’. its just hcs for joe keery characters. also this is solely for male readers cause ima guy.
~NSFW~
Steve Harrington-
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Hes a top but likes to be taken care of/ pampered when hes stressed.
I think hes a bit of a masochist- i mean homie gets beat up sm
“Ow! That hurt.” Steve jumped in shock, quickly reaching down to rub the sore spot on his thigh. “W-why’d you do that.” Feeling his body flush and heat up at the painful pinch from his co-worker.
Y/N shrugged saying “You just looked so cute in your little shorts.” matter-of-factly. 
Steve huffed, rushing to the back of the shop, desperately hoping no one saw his growing erection.
over all, i think hed be pretty tame. just wanting to be with his partner in a pure and intimate way.
“Your so ah- beautiful..” Steve mumbled, peppering Y/Ns neck with kisses. Keeping up with his slow and steady thrusts into his tight walls. “I love you.” Heat suffocated the boys, the only sounds in the room being soft words and breathy moans. 
“Steve..” Y/N pulled the older up by his hair, making them eye-to-eye, noses brushing together with each thrust. “I love you too.” 
The brunette came with a grunt, feeling the others cum paint his stomach soon after. Panting hard and going limp in Y/N’s arms, feeling complete bliss.
Keys-
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Hes also a top but more dom then steve
He would be very into receiving oral and light face fucking
also praise
Long, skilled fingers threaded through Y/N’s hair. Lightly tugging and pulling.. at first. The hand on his head quickly turned rough, gripping so hard his scalp burned, being pushed further and further down Keys aching cock. 
“G-ood boy, so good for me..” Keys stared down at the boy with lust filled eyes, biting his lip as he thrusted sharply. Relishing in the others gag. “Feel so fucking good around my cock.” 
The other man let out a pleased moan around the cock in his mouth, earning himself a few quick bucks and a spurt of warm cum dribbling down his throat and past his lips.
really really likes to be called sir. like really likes it.
“Hey Keys, is that code ready to be tested?” Y/N sat against Keys desk, eyes scanning over the others computer.
“No, not yet. Sorry man.” Keys huffs, clearly frustrated with his amounting tasks.
Y/N moves behind Keys, leaning close to his ear, rubbing his shoulders lightly. “Don’t worry sir, I’ll help you relax after work.” Smirking against his ear when the other shudders.
Kurt Kunkle-
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okokokokokok this man is def a switch. he tries to top but melts in your hands when you even slightly raise your voice or glare at him. but he does get courage sometimes and pushes you around.
“Kurt- I don’t- come on please stop-” 
“The- my viewers wanna see you!” 
“Kurt. Stop it.” Y/N rose his voice a touch. The sleep still evident in his voice, having just been woken up with a camera shoved into his face. He immediately paled when he saw Kurt freeze, heat rising up his neck and ears. Sitting up quickly, taking the brunettes face in his hands. “Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean-” 
Y/N was cut off by a pained moan escaping Kurt's plush lips. Glancing down, noticing Kurt's jeans already tented, smirking to himself.
he definitely loves blood. 
praising him is a must too. he needs to know hes making you feel good no matter if hes top or bottom
“That’s it baby, youre doing so good for me, just like that..” Y/N softly praised Kurt as he rode his cock, moaning every time he slammed his hips down. Stroking his pale stomach, feeling it tense beneath his finger tips. “Feel so good around my cock.”
Kurt moaned at every word the other said, clenching his walls painfully tight when Y/N’s cock brushes against his prostate. Bouncing faster and faster, feeling his climax approaching. “Please.. more..” Was all he could mutter between whiny moans.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll never stop telling you how fucking amazing you are.”
The simple affection had Kurt coming untouched. Whining and writhing around on the others cock.
we also already knows he has a voyeurism kink (which i needa just write a whole fic with that)
into very light pet play
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! Lmk if people wanna be on my tag list and ty to my beta reader @danowh0re
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lu-vin-it · 1 year
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What Are You Waiting For?
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Summary: You had the biggest crush on Tyler Galpin, the local barista, and with a little help from Wednesday, maybe he could realize he has feelings for you too.
Pairing: Tyler Galpin X Reader
Pronouns Used: None mentioned
Word Count: 683
Warnings: Not proofread.
A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient!!!
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When you accidentally traveled through universes you found Nevermore to be a sort of sanctuary. Being in a school filled with other people with similar powers was refreshing; you were finally understood by others.
For a month all you did was go to class, do homework with friends, eat, and sleep. But when you and two of your friends went to a coffee shop in Jericho called Weathervane, your world was rocked even more than when you traveled universes.
You weren’t really sure what it was about Tyler Galpin that made you so attracted to him. Maybe it was because he was a normie and the idea of an outcast being with one was poetic.
Anyways, whatever it was, it was very prominent. So prominent, in fact, that you spent most evenings in Weathervane doing your homework and hoping Tyler would talk to you. Most of the time he would just take your order, say welcome, goodbye, and have a nice day, but every so often you guys would talk about school or life. You just couldn’t seem to buck up the courage to ask him out.
When Wednesday Addams started sharing a dorm with your best friend, Enid, you got pretty close with her. After you found out she and Tyler spoke, you decided to start going with her to Weathervane. And boy did that work out in your favor.
Tyler would constantly talk to you even when Wednesday wasn’t with you.
However, when Wednesday realized you had a crush on him and that's why you had been going to town with her, she made you a deal.
…..
“If I nudge Tyler towards you will you stop going to Jericho with me?”
“Well.. not if you outright say that I have a crush on him.. Like maybe if you made a comment about us being cute together or something.” You respond. “Wait, I thought you liked it when I went to Jericho with you!”
“I lied. You have yourself a deal.”
…..
After three weeks, Wednesday’s plan had worked.
…..
It was late, and you were packing up your things at Weathervane. You checked your phone for the time, somehow you had missed the last shuttle.
“Fuck.” You groaned. You put your hand on your forehead.
“You alright?” You glance up to see Tyler standing over you.
“Yeah. I just missed the last shuttle.” Tyler nods.
“Well you know I have a car.. and I get off in ten minutes so I could drive you?”
“Are you sure?” He nods. “Okay,” A smile rises to your face. “Thank you, Tyler.”
“It’s no problem, really.”
After about fifteen minutes, you and Tyler were getting into his car. You made small talk throughout the ride but most of his responses are shaky.
When you arrived at Nevermore, you gave a quick goodbye and thanked him before leaving his car. You only got two steps away when you heard a car door open and shut.
“Y/N! Wait!” You turn around and make eye contact with Tyler.
“Yeah?”
“Uh.. Listen.. Wednesday said something to me the other day and I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”
“Okay? What’d she say?” You could feel your heart pounding.
“She mentioned something about how you didn’t have a date for the Rave’n and how she thought maybe.. it’d be cool if I took you.” You nod and hold back the biggest grin. “So can I? Take you to the Rav’n, I mean.”
“I would like nothing more, Tyler.” He lets out a breathy laugh.
“I would really like to kiss you right now.” He mumbles, looking straight into your eyes.
“What’s stopping you?” He slowly leans in and kisses you. The kiss was brief, but after a few seconds he leaned back in and kissed you again, this time more passionately. His hands were on your waist and your hands rose to his wavy hair. You melted into him. After a few seconds of kissing, his tongue entered your mouth.
You weren’t sure how long you kissed, but you were sure it was the best feeling ever.
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I'm pretty sure I'd love it if we were both working out at the same gym, working up a real sweat and then ending up in the same locker room, a little nervous but then laughing as we realize we're the only two big titted dudes in there and I ask if it's okay to compare, and I grope your squishy sweaty tits while I talk about how cool it is to be slutty big tiddy transmascs together. maybe we even touch our little dicks together, a boy can dream.
lol this is so silly~ <3 post-workout in the locker room, realizing it's such a slow day and no one else is around. comparing our physiques and gains, sharing small talk, casually checking each other out. trying to make my way to the shower, hot and dripping sweat as you muster up the courage to ask if it's ok to compare dick size. without hesitation, i pull off my shorts and prop my leg up on the bech. showing off my cute, tiny, pre-t cock and wiping more sweat off my face. you scramble to pull off your clothes, leaving your shorts around one ankle as you similarly raise one leg up and look eagerly between our parts- not even thinking once about whether it was ok to touch my thighs like that. i lean back with my hips, getting a better angle for you to look with your excited eyes. it's as if all thoughts left your mind, all you wanted was to touch my musky cock and feel the size of it in your hands. i tried to maintain my calm composure, pretend like this wasn't going any further when it really was... hearing your astonished gasp as you could feel and watch my little cock growing in your hands, getting harder between your fingers. i stupidly let my head fall back against the locker and that's when you realize i actually like what you're doing. but as soon as i feel you stroking my cock like that, i walk over the bench- grabbing your throat and carefully walking you backwards against the other set of lockers. pressing your warm body against the cool metal, holding your neck in place (gentle but firm) and placing your hand on one of my tits as i push your legs apart. i pull your leg up over mine, bent next to you and pinning you in place, then tell you to open your mouth. i let you lick and suck on my hand, getting it all wet before reaching down and rubbing you off. eventually i let go of your neck, focused on my desire to feel you cum and your hands groping my chest. when you're ready, you ask me to turn around and lean back in your arms, my leg up on the bench again to give you easier access to my wet cock. feeling your fingers easily slide inside my hole and using my slick as lubrication to rub and overstimulate me with. holding one of my tits as i touch the other one, rubbing me faster as i buck and grind into your hand and against your body. moaning as i cum with the realization that we're fucking each other in a public locker room where anyone could see, yet not wanting you to stop. guiding your fingers inside my cunt again, as you move around me to suck on my nipples. i hold onto your shoulder, feeling you thrust inside me, looking down to watch you completely taking advantage of me... i thought i was just being kind to the cute guy i've seen around the gym more and more these days. how long had he thought about doing this to me, and how could i let something like this happen...? feeling his tongue swirling around my nipples and my cock getting harder again i get closer. oh, fuck... 🥵🤸
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riddle-me-ri · 1 year
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OMG Hello Arkham Ozzie enjoyer 😭
May I request Arkham Ozzie with a reader who showers him with affection any chance she got? She is kinda clingy, but not to the point that it's annoying; she just loves being with him whenever it's possible - the closer, the better. Reader is usually timid and doesn't speak much, but when he is around she is all smiles and sweet words 🥹❣️
Thank u sm for reading and have a cookie as a token of my appreciation for your work 🍪
A/N: ooo cookie *nom nom* thank you! I'm glad I can provide for all the Ozzie lovers out there. I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for your request it was so stinkin' cute!
Trigger Warnings: none really, just sweetness.
Word Count: 653
Arkhamverse!Oswald Cobblepot w/ an Affectionate F!Reader
To say you stood out among the company Oswald mostly keeps would be an understatement. You are beautiful, but you were rather reserved and didn’t speak too much. For the longest time Tracey thought you were a mute. Regardless, you proved yourself a valuable asset as an informant. You are quiet but your ears are always open. 
However, you are priceless to Oswald especially when he fell for you. It was easy for you to fall for Oz. He takes care of you and tends to you. He taught you the ropes and put a lot of trust in you. Oswald found himself opening up to you more than he ever had with anyone. 
Oz appreciates your company and comfort, you don’t judge him, you genuinely wanted to understand him. This caused you two to get closer, pretty much inseparable and neither of you would prefer it any other way. You two are stuck like glue. 
You were constantly at his side whenever you could. He always had an arm wrapped around you, and you were always clinging to him someway, some how. Whether you were linked at the arms, your hand holding his, your arms around his neck. You also snuck in kisses all over his face whenever you could. His cheeks, head, nose, lips, neck, and any other exposed skin wasn’t safe from your lips. He always reciprocated your affections tenfold, he adores you attention. You make him feel like a million bucks and then some.
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It was another restless day. Tracey had you running errands like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Her loud shrilling made you grind your teeth. You knew she was just dumping her burdens on you, trying to make you crack. She was just envious of your relationship with Oswald and that fact was the only thing that kept you sane. 
“Oi! Where are ya with that list of investors, mouse?!” 
You inhale frustratedly. You literally just dropped it off in her office. She’s hollering for you when your halfway down the damn hall. You hear the door to her office creak open, you start speed walking down the corridor to find Oswald. 
You haven’t seen him all day and it was killing you.
Yet, you didn’t have the slightest clue where Oz was. Which means you had to ask someone. You saw one of his lackeys down the corner. You gulped and mustered the courage to sheepishly ask for Oz’s location. The lackey told you he was in the boarding room about to head out. You hastily thanked the man before booking it to the room before Oswald left.
“Hi Ozzie!” The quiet sheepish mouse is gone. You could walk into any room and the instant you see him your eyes light up and you made a beeline towards him.  If he’s in the same room as you, you were instantly by his side like a magnet. 
“‘Ello, love! How’s my gorgeous songbird?” His arm is instantly around your waist and you hug him in return, not waiting a second longer to kiss his cheek and nose. 
“Better now that I’ve found you! I’ve been looking all over!” You smile widely. “What’re the plans for today?” 
“I’ve gotta make the rounds and check inventory, dull work, but needs to be done.”
“Can I join you?”
“Aw, love, you don’t need to. Like I said, it’s dull work, wouldn’t wanna bore your pretty head.”
“I don’t mind, Ozzie.” You instantly wrap your arms around his. You leaned into his side and nuzzled your head into the inner fluff of his winter jacket. “It’s never a dull moment with you.”
Oswald can’t help but chuckle, you were absolutely relentless. He can’t complain though, he eats up your attention like a penguin to fish. “All right if you insist, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”  He pecks the top of your head. “Off we go then!”
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patchworkpuzzle · 3 years
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if requests are still open, Shinsou, Tamaki, Hawks, and Fatgum (or any characters if you’re not comfy with them 👉👈) how long would they wait before ~doin’ the do~ with their s/o? 😳
Yes you can, I would be more than happy to!! Though, hmmmm, this is an interesting ask. It will take all my brain power to figure out. And I wrote some seggy stuff to go with it
word count: ~1800 words
paring: Shinso, Tamaki, Hawks, FatGum x f!Reader (no female pronouns used) 
warning(s): fingering, cunnilingus, (dick) riding, breeding, size differences (size kink?)
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Shinso Hitoshi: ~6 months
Just like a fair few people, he was more interested in becoming an amazing hero rather than deal with anything that might hold him back; romance being high on that list.
But, of course, he met you. And suddenly everything seemed to change. Suddenly there was someone he wanted to keep, to have and come home to - to be vulnerable with.
And well, he wasn’t used to that.
He was used to having brief encounters, one night stands, to get all his needs in order before focusing more on what needed to be done.
But with you, he knew it wouldn’t be like that. And it made him a little nervous.
It was only after he came to the realization that he liked you, like REALLY liked you, that he changed his mind. Though it did take him a little bit to figure out his emotions.
It was still sweet and kind, but there were nights you noticed he was a little more heavy handed. 
Kisses that lasted a little too long, that were more heated, as hands seemed to linger lower and lower.
And well, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he wanted. And before your next cuddle session on one of his rare days off, you sat him down and asked about it.
He was a bit shy about it, which was cute. Though when you brought that up, his demeanor changed and….
Needless to say you didn’t get to watch that new documentary you wanted to that day - but GOD was it worth it.
You were suppose to be watching the TV, that was the whole reason he was over, but you couldn’t complain; as what he was doing to you was far better than some silly documentary.
His fingers were so skilled, it was almost unfair at how quickly he turned you into a pile of mush; one that could only cling to him and whimper out small praises whenever he went just a little bit deeper.
“What? Can’t handle a few fingers?” Shinsou taunted, scissoring his fingers in your little hole, enjoying the way your head fell back on his shoulder.
“Yes…” You finally managed to murmur out, as your hips continued to buck into his hand.
“Good,” he wishered, growling at the way your walls were fluttering around his digits tightly as your release was quickly approaching.
“Cause after this, I’m going to fuck this tight little hole until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Tamaki Amajiki: Over a Year
This poor shy boy. 
He probably had a huge crush on you for a long time, like a LONG TIME, before ever getting the courage to ask you out.
And even then it was a jumble of stutters and mumbles that you had to try and work through with him to properly get the message across
Though once you did, he was over the moon! (though he did almost faint from happiness)
And it has been nothing short of a sweet romance novel for you ever since. Lots of dates, sweet gestures, and gifts. You were completely spoiled
And Tamaki had no problems spoiling you. He loved when you would give him any lick of attention, and even more so affection. He would flush such a bright red whenever you were cuddling close together, and you would plant some small kisses on him, whether it was his hands, cheeks, or lips.
So, of course, over time his mind wandered to - those - places.
He couldn’t help it! You were just so beautiful and kind and lovely, and whenever he was close and could smell your shampoo it made his heart race and mind going hazy.
Of course he felt guilty, and had a hard time looking at you for long. 
And, of course, it led you to think he was going to break up with you. Which is why, after a few weeks of this, you confronted him.
He broke immediately, and got to his knees to beg your forgiveness. You were relieved, and couldn’t help but laugh over the whole situation; and soon Tamaki was as well.
He also stayed on his knees for you for a little bit longer.
“L-like this…?” Tamaki asked, trembling hands pushing your thighs further apart as his tongue darted out once more to swipe across your folds.
It made your breath hitch, and hips bucked into his face. You brought a hand to tangle in his hair, to urge him to continue and to hold yourself upright.
“Y-yeah, just like that” You breathlessly moaned out, back arching slightly off the wall when he repeated the action “Don’t stop, please?”
At your plea, Tamaki took a deep breath, stealing his nerves, before diving back in. His licks were more firm and confident at you vocal praise at what he was doing and where to go.
His feather-like touches were driving you mad, making you chase after him every time he pulled away slightly. It was causing him to ge dizzy once again, getting drunk off your sex, as he continued to let you ride his tongue. Slurping up your mix of slick and his spit like it was the only thing keeping him alive at that moment.
“Come on, Bunny” He urged, fingernails digging into your thighs. His tongue darting out to flick at your bundle of nerves, enjoying the way you gripped his hair even tighter.
“Cum for me, let me taste everything”
Keigo Takami: ~3 months
What can he say? He’s a man who knows what he wants and when he wants it.
And what he wanted was you; the cute new member of his agency. A new fresh, with a bright personality; how could he resist?
He couldn’t, and that’s when you noticed he kept swinging by your desk, kept consulting you for your opinions, kept trying to involve you in things that didn’t concern you. He just wanted to be close to you
You tried to ignore it the best you could. You knew his type and you didn’t want to be another broken heart in his long list. 
So whenever he asked, you blamed it on your conflicting schedules as your reasons to not interact with him; not that he minded, he liked that chase.
Besides, time apart makes the heart grow stronger, right?
It’s what took you so long to finally say yes to a date with him after all. Or so Hawks likes to think - that being away from him for a few weeks made you realize how much you missed his presence and charming banter.
He was half right, though you would never admit to that.
The date was romantic, posh, and everything a person like you could hope for. So when it was over, you couldn’t help but say yes to a second when he asked at your doorstep.
Well, one thing led to another, and before you knew it a few months (and even more dates) passed.
And when you came to his apartment one evening after he was away for a few days, the hello kiss you gave him turned a little heated
 And who was he to try and fight those kinds of urges?
“Just couldn’t wait for this, could you?”
Keigo couldn’t help but ask, a smug smile on his face as he watched you bounce up and down on his hard cock; enjoying the way your walls fluttered around him once more as you release dripped down his thighs.
He was waiting for this moment the minute he saw your cute face, and now he was in heaven watching you struggle to take him fully; watching that cute face twisted in please, eyes dark with lust as they looked at him.
He shifted you further into his lap, hands gripping your waist to help guide you up and down at a more rapid pace. Now he wanted nothing more than to paint your pretty insides with his cum until it's dripping out of you.
“That’s it baby, one more time” He groaned, feeling you clamp around him once again “Cream around my cock”
“Come on, cum for me, wanna feel you clamp around me while I fill this little hole up”
Taishiro Toyomitsu: ~ a Year
FatGum was nothing short of a friendly man; he was a hero after all!
And well, that typically meant he never really noticed when someone was flirting with him, he usually just thought they were being friendly.
Besides, he couldn’t really think of a reason someone would be interested in him in the first place.
But you were persistent.
You knew you wanted to at least get to know that Hero that saved your life, even if it meant making a fool of yourself time and time again.
At first Taishiro was a little confused seeing you wherever he went; his favorite bakery, noodle stand, even sometimes on patrol. 
Though it wasn’t in a creepy way, just every now and then you would cross pass and you would thank him briefly before letting him go on his day.
He couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the little bits of company you provided him every now and then. 
After a while of this, he offered you to stay and enjoy a late night bowl of his favourite ramen with him; to which you agreed to immediately, unable to hide your excitement.
It was nice for him to be able to talk to someone like he could with you. So nice he couldn’t help but ask you out again the next time you crossed his path.
Before long, you were an item; a happy couple.
He loved being able to come visit you after a long patrol to have a nice home cooked meal waiting for him, or something freshly baked for him to try.
It was just when he watched you cook, watched the way you would lick and suck your fingertips free of any sauce, that his mind would wander to less than gentlemanly ideas.
And you knew it too, you saw the way his eyes would darken as they stared at you.
And so, the next time he visited him you gave him quite the show. One that ended up with you being his dessert.
“Is it too much?” 
Taishiro huffed out, halting his motions of pushing his fat cock further into you when he heard you whimper out. It sounded painful, and he wanted to make sure that you were alright.
“Uh-huh…” You whispered, bringing your hands up to grip his shoulders to help offset the pressure “S’big…. that's all…”
Tiashire nodded, continuing to try and fit himself into your tight heat; hissing when you clamped tightly around him once again, nails digging further to his skin. Unable to move any further, he brought his fingers to your bundle of nerves, gently rubbing it in small circles in hopes it would help you relax.
“That’s it, there you go.” Taishiro groaned, continuing to push into you. He bent down to kiss you trembling lips, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, as best you could.
“What a good girl, half-way now...”
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oolongmilkt · 3 years
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pairing: virginkiller!matsukawa x fem!reader
cw: corruption kink, slight degradation, loss of virginity, a little toxic maybe, slight choking, a fingering, vaginal penetration, sexy horse cock issei
a/n: hope you enjoy and reblog for a kiss <3
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You’re such a sweet thing, aren’t you? That what Matsukawa thinks when he sees you at the bar of some shady club. It’s so painfully obvious that it’s your first time here. You keep squirming in your seat, fidgeting with your outfit that’s just a bit too short and tight for your comfort. But he loves it. The fabric clings to your figure and the scarce amount of fabric lets him see peeks of your soft flesh.
You nurse a glass of liquid courage while periodically looking down at your phone or quickly glancing around the club. Your eyes meet his for just a second before falling back down to the small screen.
Ah, he thinks, he knows for sure now. You’re a virgin. A cute little innocent thing who got too tired of her friends making fun of her for never bringing someone home after a night out. Too tired of her fingers and silicone toys never giving the warmth and stretch she needed.
Well then, you’re just his type. Matsukawa loves innocent little virgins like you. Likes to lure them in with his laid back attitude and dashing looks. Make them feel comfortable before inviting them back to his apartment to ruin you for anyone else. Carve your pussy into the shape of his cock so no one and nothing can compare. Reach the parts deep inside to kiss your cervix with every snap of his hips so you feel him in your throat.
So he approaches you. A tall man with dark hair and good looks? Just what you wanted for tonight. And he starts chatting you up. Making you laugh with jokes and pulling you in further with his charm. He leans to your ear to speak above the music.
“Come back to my place, yeah?”
You kiss fervently as the two of you stumble through the door of his apartment. Nothing too special, just a one bedroom place that’s not messy, but lived in. Thoughts race through your head as things move faster than you can comprehend.
Oh god, you think, am I really doing this? With some random guy from a cheap club?
“Wait,” you say, landing on the plush of his bed, “I— I’m a virgin.”
There. That’s the moment he loves. When the moment becomes too much and forces them to shyly admit their inexperience.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says, “we’ll go as slow as you like, and I’ll be gentle. Just wanna make you feel good, I promise.” And there’s that little speech he gives every time. The sentences slipping past his mouth seems to instantly calm girls like you. It always amazes him what a few silly words can do to someone. Of course he’ll be gentle; so much so that you’ll be begging for him to just fuck you already, just go faster, harder, just as he planned.
You nod, giving consent to resume your actions once again but at a much slower, more relaxed pace.
“Can I take these off?” he says, tugging at your skimpy outfit.
You gently nod again in response.
“No,” he counters, slightly shocking you, “I wanna hear you tonight. Use your words and tell me.”
“Y-yeah,” you say, barely audible “you can take them off.”
He tilts your head up to place a chaste kiss against your lips before continuing to disrobe you, slipping the garments off to reveal more of your skin to his hungry eyes.
You look so innocent and pure as you begin to shyly cover yourself from his heavy gaze. God this is just what he likes. Knowing he’s the first one to see every unmarked part of your body, so free of any trace of sin. He’s ready to take that away. Ravage your body so it never feels the same again. Force you to come running back to him because you can’t recreate the moment and feelings you had with him.
“Hey,” he says softly, nudging your arms away from your body, “don’t hide from me, wanna see how pretty you look, yeah?”
He upclips your bra, sliding the straps down your arms before gently laying you down on the plush of his pillows. His lips latch on to one of your breasts while a hand slides up to massage the other.
Your first taste of sin feels so different from the nights of laying alone in bed, twisting and pulling on your nipples to tease yourself. Matsukawa’s tongue lavishes the peaks of your breasts. Moaning softly as he closes his mouth around the hardened bud, sending shocks of pleasure between your legs.
You squirm against him, “M-more, please.” Bucking your hips up to hint at where you need him. He mumbles a quick mhm against your tit before moving the hand groping your breast to the front of your panties, beginning to rub circles through the fabric.
The light pressure sends electricity up your system. It’s seems like too much yet not enough as foreign hands work against you. All you want is for the sweet bliss of your orgasm to wash over you while Matsukawa seems content on keeping his pace and building up your pleasure slowly.
“Need more.” you say breathily.
“Hmm? More?” he questions, “But you’re getting so wet from just this, sweetheart. Feel ya soakin’ through your panties already. Want me t’be gentle for your first time, right?”
You feel a tinge of regret waft into your head, a small point forming on your lips as you look up at him. Surely he wouldn’t keep this up for long, right?
Oh but sweetheart, you should’ve known this is always his plan. Issei continues to rub those tantalizingly slow circles through the barrier of your panties. His lips nip the unblemished canvas of your neck, leaving blooming marks in his wake. He thrives off each whine and moan he pulls from your lips, each one sounding needier than the last. Just waiting for you to break and-
“Issei please, need you t’fill me up please. Want your fingers, cock, please! Just need something.”
Aren’t you just so cute? Already begging after just a few featherlight touches to your clit and some kisses against your neck. God, it makes the blood rush straight to his cock the way you give in so easily; as if he drains the innocence out each time the rough pads of his fingers meet your pliant skin.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, babe.” he mumbles against the shell of your ear, “I’ll give you everything you want.” Matsukawa slips off your flimsy panties and begins to tease one think finger against your entrance, spreading your slick messily. You let out a whimper when it pushes past the tight ring. 
Oh fuck. Just one of his fingers feels so much thicker than yours, reaching farther into your cunt with ease. The intrusion feels foreign yet welcome as each movement elicits a spark of pleasure up your body. He slips another finger into your pussy, the stretch already causing you to writhe against his sheets. All your senses feel heighten just because someone else is the one urging you to cum. The excitement of not knowing what will happen, that another’s fingers are the ones curling up to brush that spot that makes your stomach twist. His thumb returns to your hardened bud, making you nearly lurch forward at the combined sensations. 
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he says, almost cockily. “You’re already clenchin’ on my fingers, how ya gonna take my cock like this?” 
You squeeze down harder on his digits. Fuck— how are you gonna take his cock when your poor pussy already feels stretched? He’s clearly not going disappoint based on his stature. 
“Issei please,” you mewl, “want you t’make me cum, want you to fuck me please.”
He chuckles at your desperation; who knew he picked up a little slut disguised as a virgin? 
“Yeah? Do it then.” he says picking up his pace, “Cum for me and give you my cock. Want me to ruin you, huh? Be the first one in that pretty pussy. Cum for me fucking—
You cut him off with a high pitched whine, bucking your hips up wildly to meet his movements as you cream around his fingers. You clench your thighs together as overstimulation begins to set in and watch with wide eyes as Matsukawa places his soiled fingers in his mouth. His eyes nearly roll back at the taste as you bury your face in his pillow in embarrassment.
“What’s wrong?” he says, turning you back to face him with a gentle smile,”You taste good, sweet.”
He leans down to kiss you, your essence still lingering on his tongue and mingling between your lips. Issei pauses to quickly strip himself of his clothing, suddenly feeling too hot for his liking. Your eyes widen and your mouth nearly drops open when he pulls down his underwear.
It didn’t necessarily look different from what you had seen in porn but my god was he well endowed. While you didn’t expect it to be small by any means, you didn’t expect him to be quite so large. It’s just so thick and long with an angry red tip and two prominent veins— one on the right and one tracing the underside, staring back at you. You might as well be split in half before trying to take that.
“You droolin’ a little there, sweetheart?” the man says, breaking you out of your trance, “You look a little scared by my dick.”
“It’s just— how will that fit?” You feel a tinge of panic creep up your throat as possibilities rack through your head.
“Don’t worry,” he responds, turning you over so your ass is in the air, “I’ll make it fit, just be good for me, doll.”
He runs the shaft of his cock against your pussy, teasing your entrance with each pass. Your breathing quickens with fear. Oh god, oh god, oh god, you think.
The dark haired man runs a comforting hand down the curve of your spine. “Ya gotta calm down there,” he says softly, “Don’t wanna hurt you, just relax and feel good for me, okay?”
You mumble out a quick okay in response, relaxing your stiff muscles as much as you can. He murmurs a quiet good girl before pushing the bulbous head of his cock past your entrance. He releases a guttural groan, your cunt already clamping down and sucking him in deeper.
You squeal at the intrusion. His cock is thicker than any of the plastic dildos you have hidden at home and you silently curse your impatience for rushing the prep you received. 
“Oh my god!” you shriek out, “Too big, s’too much!”
“Shh,” he shushes your cries, reaching down to rub your abused clit, “I— fuck, I know, you can take it, baby.” You’re already clamping down on him like a vice and he’s barely in you. Your velvet walls feel so tight around him he has grip your hips until his knuckles turn white to keep from slamming his hips into yours. He pushes in deeper, forcing your feet to kick up uncontrollably in response. Matsukawa shudders and pants, your virgin cunt feels nearly indescribable as he carves it into the shape of his cock.
It feels like his cock reaches your throat when he finally bottoms out. You push your face deeper into his pillow and let out a strangled moan. His cock is so fat it leaves nearly no room within your cunt for him to pull out and sheath himself back inside your warmth. He reaches deep enough to kiss your cervix without any trouble at all. Your impatience wins again as you writhe with want. Needing him to move rather than stay stagnant.
“Please.” you manage to gasp out, “Move. Wanna be f-fucked.”
Matsukawa doesn’t hesitate. Pulling your hips to meet the snap of his own. His pace is brutal, the heavy smack of his thighs bruising against yours and fat balls swinging to pap against your clit. Your eyes roll back as you moan endlessly into his pillow, drool slipping out and wetting it. He’s everywhere. Filling your cunt perfectly with that oh-so-delicious stretch and making your head cloud up.
Issei’s head feels foggy. His head lolls back as he ruts against you in search of pleasure. God you’re just so sensitive and tight he can barely think. It’s like your cunt is pulling him in deeper for more and pushing him out because it’s just too much at the same time. 
He wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your body up to meet his chest. “See?” he chuckles darkly, “Told ya you could take it, even beggin’ for more.” He leans in closer to your ear. “Tell me, doll, who’s makin’ you feel so good, huh? Who’s the first one inside this little cunt.”
“You!” you yell out, “Oh fuck Issei— it’s you.”
“That’s right.” he growls out, snaking a hand down to your clit once agan, “Now, cum on my cock.” 
Your clit is already so sensitive from his past ministration and the head of his cock prods against that spot inside with every thrust. You cream around his cock with almost inhuman noises and incoherent sentences spewing from your lips. Your vision gets spotty as Matsukawa continues to fuck into your messy cunt, chasing his own high.
He cums thick ropes into your pussy, filling it up even more than with just his cock before collapsing beside you, just barely missing your frame. You lay together as a panting mess on his mattress. You’re a cute one, Matsukawa thinks. Maybe you’re not a virgin anymore, but he might keep you around to see how much more you break.
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Kinkuary Day 22
octopus!t. amajiki
☠️ warning(s): 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤, semi-public.
☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.
☠️ words: 1.9k words [7 minutes, 45 seconds].
☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one | flf
☠️ summary: tamaki had a request he was sure you would be more than willing to fill out.
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Tamaki was excited to see you again. He had successfully fulfilled his mother’s wishes she wanted from him and he was destined to come up to see you again. His heart pounded as he could feel himself shift once again, keeping in all the oxygen he needed before he would eventually turn into his proper form. It didn't take long for him to finally reach the surface of the water, taking a long awaited deep breath when he reached the surface. He was pleased to see that you were sitting near the shore line like you always did, the cute blush he always gained came up to his cheeks as he swam to the sand and eventually walked up. 
"Tama, you made it!" You threw your hands up as he got closer, smiling up at him as he pulled you up and into his arms. 
"Of course. I'd never miss a time to visit you…" Amajiki smiles softly, giving your waist a squeeze before pulling away and giving you a look over. "You've already been in the water?" He asks leaning back to look before realizing he didn't think about him possibly getting you wet. 
"Yeah! It's kinda hot today so I went for a small swim before you came up." You pull away to walk over to the pile of equipment you had brought along, beginning to get the change of clothes you always bought for him when he’d have his visits. His eyes follow your movements as you move. He couldn't help his eyes wander as you bent over to get them, biting his lip as he contemplated his next words. 
"Here you go! Saw you eyeing these the last time you came up so I saved up some money and got them." You turn to hand it to him, met with his anxious nature starting to creep up again. "What's wrong?" You ask with the furrow of your brows, pouting a bit. 
"D-Do you think we can try my tentacles again?" Tamaki blurts out, catching you off guard. To understand, Amajiki was never one to be confident enough to relay his lust in a direct manner. Giving you bouts of spontaneity that would get you every time It caught you a second to register before you were getting flustered yourself. You tried to think of something to say, looking away from him as you fiddled with your fingers. 
"I haven't thought of it before…." 
That was a lie. You had never admitted it, but after the first night you two had slept together, you had thought about them as well. Tamaki coming on to you like this was something you were not used to. Most times out of ten you were the one to initiate it. Ten times out of ten when it was him, it wasn't something as lewd as his request was now. You looked up at him and noticed that he was watching you expectantly. Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at his nudity while your mind started to race with it’s own thoughts. Your body felt tingly as you started to consider the possibilities, slowly nodding your head before clearing your throat to speak. “There’s a changing booth not too far from this spot, we have some time before the rest comes and the beach gets crowded.” 
You stand up and dust yourself off, whilst still holding the spare clothes you had for him. You grabbed him with your free hand as you guided him to the location, leaving your other stuff behind for your friends to find. Luckily, the stall is still open for use. Tamaki let you enter first, letting you hang up your stuff on the hooks that were set up. The box was big enough to fit you two in it and hopefully the extra appendages that were going to accompany y’all as well. Your cheeks felt hot as you glanced back at Tamaki, trying not to give a good run down at his toned and tanned body. He sat down on the bench that was opposite to the mirror, his stance open as if the only thing stopping him from continuing was your hesitance.
The booth wasn't the most spacious, and seeing yourself reflected back in its mirror made you nervous if this quickie would go well. While you removed your clothes, you ignored the pitter-patter of the school girl as you got excited. You yelped at the force when he pulled you to stand between his legs and stood between his knees. Yet again you did not say a thing. All of your thoughts and comments evaporated, and you were more focused on adjusting to your surroundings. You moved to sit in his lap, his soft but firm hand stopping you as he looked up at you finally.
“I-I want you to face the mirror.” Although his words were timid, his gaze was stern as ever. If your body and cheeks didn’t feel hot before, it sure as hell did now. "A-Are you sure about this?" Tamaki asked with a nervous bite to his lip, his tentacles holding your legs up along with your wrists. You nodded as you looked back at him through the mirror. You weren’t shy to activities like these. But this felt different although you had tried them before. You watched his aquatic limbs hold you up, slowly nodding your head as you gathered your courage.
“I’m ready.” You respond when you snap out of your gaze, looking up at him with a determined stare. 
He nodded and looked down to where his dick pressed against your skin, his tentacles using their mighty strength to lift you onto his tip. You moved your gaze from the mirror feeling him carefully slide his length into you. Your breath shook as he was precise with his insertion, going until he fully bottomed out inside you. Your walls wrapped tightly around his cock from the angle he held you open, perfectly presenting you to the mirror that sat in front of you. 
"I want you to look at me." Tamaki mumbles in your ear. His expression darkened once you didn’t comply, giving you a sharp thrust to demonstrate he meant business. You choked on a moan as his length poked deeper inside of you, his tentacles tightening their grips on your limbs. 
You timidly looked up at your reflection as requested, a small whimper coming from your lips as you recognized at how lewd the sight really was. Your breath hitched once he started to move, your body not prepared for the sensation. His appendages held you wide open, his posture perfect and his feet anchored into the floor to thrust up into you. You were too entranced in watching as his cock slid in and out of you to notice that his other limbs wanted to keep active too. The cool but oddly warm tentacles came up to experimentally latch onto your nipples, the suction on the bottom of the limbs stuck and sucked at your sensitive buds. A moan left your lips as he started to pick up his speed, the sound of your cunt taking his cock ever so slightly clashing with the distant swishing of the waves of the beach at shore.
Your toes clenched as you tried to keep yourself up, your back pressed against his front as he worked at pleasuring himself as well. Tamaki moved to nuzzle your neck, his lips pressing against your skin and peppers light kisses and bites to mark up your skin. You moved to reach down to relieve yourself from the build up of arousal only being stopped from the thing that wrapped around your wrist. The bundle of nerves between your legs ached as it needed stimulation for you to get your proper work. Your hips bucked at wanting to touch yourself, tilting your head back onto his free shoulder to speak to him.
“T-Tama…” You looked up at him as he looked down at you, your eyes pleadingly searching for sympathy for him to hear you out. “Tama rub my clit.” You were going to speak up again but stopped yourself when voices grew louder and populated outside. The possibility of the inappropriate noises alerting those outside caused you to panic, and your gaze snapped back to look at how terrible this situation was if anyone were to come inside. 
Tamaki couldn't help but smile as he observed the adrenaline rushing through your body as you dedicated yourself to it. For that you deserved to be rewarded. One of the tips slithered down as asked and did exactly as told without wasting any time. His cocked twitched at your expression falling into one of ecstasy, but as always, he wanted to see more. He dropped your legs and stood up carefully, holding your back close to his front and increasing his thrusts pace. His hips were precise in their ramming, hips angled properly to hit up at your g-spot that always made you weak.
Your legs trembled as his tip continuously prodded against it. Your head felt light and you had forgotten about the people outside as quickly as you had realized they were out there. You bowed your head as you took his unrelenting thrusts, enjoying way too much at the fact that any and everyone could hear you. There was no room for any coherent thoughts as he fucked you inside the small box, only regiesting the pleasured sensations of his cock sliding inside of your cunt. Your fluids dripped down your legs as you had slicked up that much to the point it was too easy for him to move. The tentacle at that pressed and sucked at your clit made you see stars, tensing up as you came closer to impending orgasm. 
“Nghhh~” You clenched your jaw and squeezed your eyes shut, an unrestrained whine leaving your mouth as he dragged on your climax. Your body shook as he didn’t stop playing with your clit and gyrated his hips into yours to find the release he was chasing as well. 
“Y-Y/N…!” He gasped, pressing his pelvis against your ass and came inside of you. His tentacles tightened to keep you close not letting any of his cum escape from you. You groaned as his warm semen filled you up, some spilling out by the sheer amount of itself. You hadn't before when he finished, his tentacles did too. The white substance coated your beautiful skin, giving you no decency to leave the changing boother. You softly painted to catch your breath, missing his hot body against yours when he leans away and admires how your reflection looks in front of you. He clears his throat as he hesitantly pulls away, still holding you up in his arms. 
“Everyone is here now, we should get going.” He doesn’t mind the stickiness of your body, smiling softly down at you as he uses the spare towel you bring in case of emergencies to clean you down. You gently nod at his suggestion, still trying to recuperate from the pounding you just received. You held onto him as you got dressed, waiting for him to finish. He grabs the beach bag when he’s sure both of you are set, gripping your hand and leaving as if nothing had happened. You could feel cheeks get hot as you avoided people stares, choosing to stay close to him the whole trip.
Oddly enough, you had hoped you two would try more risky things soon.
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yourmidnightlover · 3 years
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i totally lost the ask bc i forgot to put it in my drafts, BUT i remembered which prompts were requested.
this one was kind of a challenge, so i LOVED it.
MINORS DNI
kiss list #5: kissing as an interruption
smut #8: mirror sex
fluff #5: “you smell really nice”
CW: fucking in front of a mirror (duh.), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, hate sex?, it’s kinda enemies to lovers. *let me know if i missed anything*
it had been yet another new years celebration at rossi’s mansion. another new years where spencer’s pining over what seems to be so untouchable, unattainable. you.
for what spencer would recall as ages, but was actually 3 years, he has been in love with you. he’s in love with the occasional nose scrunches. he’s in love with the way you gently bite your lip when you’re in concentration. he’s in love with your voice, the gentle, soft sounds it produces. he’s so in love with you he can’t say a thing.
in fact, he’s never said a thing to you.
ever.
over time, you had developed a theory that spencer reid simply didn’t like you. at all. he would stare at you until you would look at him, making him break his eye contact. he would never even say a word to you unless it was a random statistic or for a case.
but that was just because spencer was nervous. how was he supposed to approach a girl like you? just walk up to you and say hi? no.
while he’s dressed in a suit and mask, thanks to rossi’s masquerade themed party, he notices a woman waltz in with a beautiful gown, her eyes and the top of her face covered my a matching mask. spencer knew all eyes were on this mysterious person, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to them.
still, he couldn’t approach her.
or could he?
he was wearing a mask. why wouldn’t he be able to?
she wouldn’t be able to recognize him.
and maybe he needed this girl to help him get over you - that train has clearly left long ago.
using all the courage he could muster up, he approached this woman with a feigned confidence.
once he had gotten closer to her, he had realized she must’ve been there for a while, the faint smell of alcohol wafting from her breath when she greets him.
“hi!” she says with a smile wider than he’d seen in a long time.
“he-hello,” he stutters already, suddenly wondering how he’d manage to maintain confidence long enough to even talk to you.
“my name is - shit,” she stumbled over her dress, effectively falling forward and latching onto spencer’s arms to secure herself.
“what a lovely name,” he chuckled as a blush grew on his cheeks.
“no! shit isn’t my name,” she giggled as she let her head rest on his chest. “wow, you smell really nice,” she says as she let herself be overwhelmed by his scent.
“oh… thank you,” he whispered. “you smell nice, too,” vanilla, he thought.
“you’re cute,” she pulled back enough to poke his cheekbone with a smile. “like a model.”
“you-i’m not very cute when standing next to you,” he tried to be smooth. “that wasn’t very good,” he laughed at himself. “i-what i meant was that you look… you’re very beautiful.”
“you can’t even see my face!” she argued, the smile remaining on her lips. “but thank you.”
“it’s no problem, truly,” he whispered softly.
“wait,” she suddenly seemed all-so-sober as the next couple of words left her mouth. “are you spencer?”
“wha-yes?” he nodded his head slowly.
“what the hell?!” she whisper-yelled before pulling him into the nearest room, which happened to be a bathroom. “what the fuck, reid?!”
“what? what did i do?!” he argued, not sure where anything went wrong as he took off his own mask.
until she took off her mask.
shit.
“y/n?” he mumbled, already knowing the answer.
“yes, y/n! fuck, reid!” she sighed exasperated.
“what’s the problem here?” he stepped back while she tried to compose herself.
“what’s the problem? what’s the problem?!” she scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “the problem is that you fucking hate me and decide to flirt with me at a party! what? you have to wait until i look presentable to want to even talk to me? i actually respected-no, i looked up to you before i came into the bau. i had read your manuscripts and theories and your inserts in newspapers. i was wanting to meet you once i finally realized my hard work had paid off, and i had made it into the bau. but no! the first day i met you, you wouldn’t even say fucking hello! it’s such an easy word! hel-lo! there! i just did it!” you chuckled once more, about to explode again. “god, i didn’t think adults could be as petty as you’ve been. you refuse to even talk to me unless it’s absolutely necessary. you only fucking stare at me until i look your way. why don’t y-“
and his lips were on yours.
in a moment of weakness, or maybe strength, spencer was able to face his fears of actually kissing the girl of his dreams.
and you let him.
at first, you were surprised. the shock was evident in the way she tensed up. spencer was about to pull away, accepting his defeat, before you finally kissed him back. your hands cupped his wrists that were firmly planted on your face as you inches your body closer to his own.
“i don’t hate you,” he breathed into your mouth as you both heaved for air that had been lost amongst the heat. “in fact,” he placed his leg between yours, noticing how a whine had left your lips, “it’s quite the opposite.”
“reid, please,” you tried to grind yourself down on his leg.
“ah-ah,” he chuckled. “if we’re doing this, you’re calling me by my first name.”
“spencer, come on,” you argued with the man, he finally obliged and rose his knee to meet your center. “fuck.”
“you like that? i can make you feel much more than just this,” he growled in your ear.
“please, anything,” you sighed, placing a kiss below his ear.
“come here,” he removed his leg, and in an instant it was replaced my his hand trailing up your leg, underneath your dress. “someone’s excited,” he announced once he felt how wet you were.
“shut up,” you sighed, gently biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.
“what was that, princess? did you tell me to shut up?” he teased, feeling you nod against his shoulder.
“‘m sorry,” you cried as his fingers entered your heat, quickly thrusting in and out. “oh my god, yes.”
“yea? maybe this’ll teach you to not tell me to shut up, huh, princess?” he chuckled against your ear as your body began relying on spencer to keep you upright.
“wha- oh my god, i’m so close,” your nails began digging into his clothes back as he drew you closer to your finish.
and right before you were over the precipice, he took his fingers out of your heat. a whine left your lips as your body chased his touch, bucking towards him for some type of relief.
“don’t tell me to shut up,” he warned once more.
“please. please,” you whined. “i’ll do anything, please, just…” you began kissing on his neck, gently sucking marks where your lips had been.
“what do you want, princess?” he asked, his hands trailing over your waist.
“you. please, i want you so bad,” you huffed. “please, inside me.”
“you want me inside you?” you nodded eagerly, pulling at his shirt before he pressed his lips back to yours.
he twisted the two of you so you were pressed against the counter, his front to your back.
“so, so bad,” you wiggled your ass so you could feel the bulge that had been forming in his pants.
“lucky for you,” he began unbuckling his belt, “i want this just as bad,” he let his hard cock rub along your folds before entering you.
“oh, shit,” you cursed under your breath, holding onto the counter for stability.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned in your ear before pulling almost all the way out, his tip only inside before slamming back into you.
“spen-spencer,” you gasped out as he set a ruthless pace of slamming into you.
“what is it, sweet girl? you need more?” he saw the pathetic excuse of a nod from your head and reached his hand forward to grasp your hair rather than rub your clit. “too fucking bad. if you’re cumming on my dick, you’re coming from that alone.”
when he yanked your hair back, a pornographic moan was ripped from your throat. you were able to look yourself in the eyes as the man who you thought hated you was fucking you into oblivion. you were more than grateful that the alcohol had worn off so you could remember this moment forever, although not as good as his own eidetic memory.
“you like watching me fuck you, princess?” he lent down in your ear to whisper. “you look so fucking good like this, don’t you think?”
“ye-yes,” you sighed before he let his forehead rest on your shoulder, allowing his hips to plow into you at a relentless pace as his other hand snakes between your legs to pull them further apart.
“there we go,” he chuckled at the deeper angle he was able to reach, places that were untouched inside of you. “you gonna come?”
“please, oh my god, please!” you broke eye contact with him in the mirror to take a breath before he yanked your hair back.
“then fucking do it,” he growled in your ear. “come all over my dick, baby.”
“oh my-fuck!!” he felt your pussy fluttering around his member as he fucked you through your orgasm, helping him near his own.
“shit, so fucking good,” he moaned in your ear. “where do you want it?”
“inside. inside, please inside of me,” you begged him once more.
“want me to fill you up?” he looked up to see you looking at him with pure lust… and maybe something more before he came inside of you.
as he fucked his cum back into you, the both of you could hear fireworks going off in the background.
“happy new year, spencer,” you chuckled before he pulled out and fixed your underwear.
“happy new year, y/n,” he smiled before gently grasping your face and pulling you in for yet another kiss.
here’s to a happy new year and many more with what you’ve come to find is the love of your life.
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asce-of-hearts · 3 years
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Tamaki x Female reader .. Tamaki and the reader in the school bathrooms they are being caught and now everyone in the school knows and cheers when they see them 😂(fun and nsfw) + Sorry if my English is bad
I changed your prompt a little bit, sweetheart. I hope thats okay with you 🥺
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Contents: Yan!Tamaki getting caught doing the nasty nasty with fem!reader
Warnings: kidnapping, nsfw, yandere themes, fem!reader
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Nejire and Mirio had already noticed the strange behaviour on their friend Tamaki. He wasn’t straight up avoiding them but he didn’t hang out with them as much, also he wasn’t willing to let them in at his appartment. The thing is, curiosity killed the cat.
You were there, you all were there! Tamaki and you both naked while Mirio and Nejire were fully clothed and holding a couple pastries in their hands. 
There was an awkward silence. A really long awkward silence.
But how did we get to this extremely particular situation?
Well, let me explain. First, lets set the scene. You, a pretty girl, nice body, cute face and an obsessed stalker who was a pro hero. Totally normal, right? Let’s continue, you were kidnapped about nine months ago by said obsessed stalker and taken into his appartment. The stockoholm syndrome sank in about three months ago.
That obsessive stalker of yours wasn’t anyone but Tamaki Amajiki.
Believe me, he made sure of that.
Tamaki wasn’t a lewd man, I’m serious about this. He was more of a cuddler than a groper. But sometimes  — like this one  — he was in the mood for doing something dirtier than hand holding and forehead kisses.
Tamaki started peppering small kisses all over your face, reaching your neck, jaw and collarbone fairly quickly, this was his intention, don’t get me wrong. You giggled a little. And we sank his teeth on your collarbone you couldn’t help but get a disgustingly lewd moan out of your mouth.
You were both blushing.
He was blushing more to be honest.
But still, he fought the urge to faint and get away from you for a second and continued getting more lewd sounds out of you. You weren’t going to let him win this easy.
“What are you doing?” you asked, looking directly into his eyes. He stumbled with his words a little bit “Nothing... are you unconfortable? I- I can stop if you want! It’s just that- I though tha-” you pressed your lips against his, getting into a wet and sloppy kiss, you bit his lip, making him moan a little. 
You wanted to hear more of those cute sounds.
You smirked and broke the kiss, getting your hands to work quickly, you grabbed the firm bulge in between his legs, massaging it with your hands.
“Ah~ B-Bunny!” he whimpered bucking his hips forward searching for more contact, moaning and whining as your movements tortured him with pleasure.
Sooner than later you were both naked, his cock in your mouth as you gently rubbed you folds in search of some pleasure for yourself. He moaned your name as he fucked your mouth with a roughness you had never seen in him. “y/n” he moaned “I- I’m gonna-” you interrupted him before he could even finish the sentence, getting his dick out of your mouth.
“Not so fast, love~” you had an evil smile on your face, it had him trembling in excitement. You quickly got on top of him, teasing both of you with his cock. When you finally decided to take a seat on it you did it veeeery sloooow, feeling every single inch fill your tight pussy
You moaned his name as he groaned while slamming you into his hips, he just wanted to cum and you were making this so difficult! He brought you up and down his cock at an unforgiving pace, stretching your walls and making you moan and beg for him for more.
You were about to cum. When suddenly the door of the bedroom opened.
Why was this happening?
You all started at each other. Slowly, Mirio and Nejire closed the door, not getting their eyes off both of you.
“We- uh... We’ll wait in the living room” the blue haired girl said. You and Tamaki both got off each other and dressed yourselves up, not wanting to even look at what was outside that door.
Nejire would tease him so much for this.
When you finally gathered the courage to get out the room Nejire smiled at you.
“Hi! You are Tamaki’s girlfriend?” she asked, getting closer to you with a smile. You blushed a little “Yeah! I’m y/n. You’re Nejire, right? Tamaki has talked to me about you” you responded with ease and trying to forget about the awkward situation from before.
“That’s such a cute name! And I see Tamaki had told you plenty about us” she said with a devilish smile, Mirio quickly got behind her, chirping a small salute at you “Hi, y/n! Nice to meet you!” his smile was so shiny, what kind of dental products did he use?
You talked a little to both of them, Tamaki was also there, watching you with a blush before joining the conversation.
After a while they had to leave, but Mirio called him and Nejire outside.
“Hey, why didn’t you tell us about her? This must be really serious if you are already living together” he questioned him with a serious face, Nejire nodded and said something they would all soon regret “Also, she looks like the girl who dissapeared a while ago” she watched Tamaki jump a little.
“Guess so...” she quickly realized it was you, the girl who had dissapeared. 
Mirio also noticed this, they both quickly reached the same conclusion.
“We won’t tell anyone about this” 
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I hope you liked this, hun!
have a great day/night
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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years
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Alright let’s talk about smell dick shigaraki BEFORE U JUDGE JUST HEAR ME OUT,shigaraki having a crush on u (of course) been wanting to be with u but he was too ashamed and embarrassed of his tiny dick, he thinks he never has a chance with u so he gives up, meanwhile u were dying for him to make the first move u end up asking him out, he couldn’t believe it of course he said yes forgetting all about his insecurities,everything went well now ya’ll are making out shit got heated, as u were trying to take his pants off, he started making excuses basically on the verge of tears, u finelly convinced him (ngl u kind of forced him) he started crying, truth be told u never cared about size in all honesty u liked pegging more so it didn’t really matter and u always found shigaraki beautiful, meanwhile shigaraki was having a full on mental down he started to get up since he knows u wouldn’t like him, until u pulled him and pinned him to the bed and pulled ur 11 inche strap on.
Kink pegging, god I love seeing shigaraki crying wtf is wrong with me- anyways I can’t think of anything, dont forget to drink water and get plenty of rest 
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At first, I was like, ‘mmm small dick Shigaraki,’ as a joke, but bro...I don’t think it’s a joke anymore.
Ok, so y/n’s quirk is a shallow mind-reading quirk. She doesn't know your thoughts, but she does know your urges.
I have loved small dick shiggy for as long as I can remember. He acts all tough just to have this tiny little cock in his pants while he gets all embarrassed maybe even feels like less of a man because society equates having a large dick to being a “real man.”
But u love him and think it’s so cute—little dick for mommy’s little boy.
If you see my writing style change during the smut it's because I either a). Put on a seggsy playlist. Or b). I definitely did not listen to an asmr thing.
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‘So pretty,’ Shigaraki thought, drinking you in, ‘god I wish you were mine, y/n,’
You were sat at the table with most of the league playing Uno with dabi.
“Draw four motherfucker, ” you said, slamming the card down.
He cursed under his breath, “fucking bitch, ”
As he picked up his cards, Dabi questioned why he decided to put himself through this bullshit, why did he choose to suffer? You always beat his ass.
He put down a card, watching you slap down your next card.
“Uno, ” you said with a shit-eating grin on your face.
You giggled at the look of absolute rage on his face. He slammed down his card, and you put your last one down.
“Well, Dabi, I win again, ” you said.
You lifted his chin so he could look at the face of his superior.
“Another round?” you offered.
“Only if you'll make a bet, ” he said.
At the end of the last game, he had noticed the new mirror Kurogiri hung showed your hand.
He stood up and announced to the room, “if I win this game, y/n has to ask out her crush,”
“Hey, who said I had a crush on anyone?” you objected.
“Your texts with Toga, ” he grinned, “but that's beside the point. If you win, I’ll do whatever you want for a week, ”
“Oh, it is on, ” you grinned, “you wanna shuffle the cards?”
He smirked, “doesn't matter to me, go ahead, ”
You shuffled the deck. There was no need for your tricks this round. Dabi’s tricks, however, left you baffled at the outcome of the game.
“I lost?” you whispered in disbelief.
“What are you waiting for, y/n?” Dabi said.
He pulled your chair out and nearly tipped you out of it.
“Dont be shy, ” Dabi whispered, leaning in.
Well, this was it. You had hoped and prayed Shigaraki would make the first move, but you were forced to confront him. You sidestepped dabi much to his confusion and sat next to Shigaraki at the bar.
“Need liquid courage?” he asked, unphased by the whole ordeal.
He hadn't even bothered to get his hopes up.
“No, I'm um here to ask you out, ” you said, looking down, “sorry this is so awkward, I'll just go now, ”
You got up, but he pulled you back onto the chair.
“I’d love to go out with you y/n, ” he said calmly even though his heart was beating out of his chest.
“Really?” You asked.
“Really, ” he confirmed, putting four fingers on each side of your waist.
He leaned in a little, father absent from his face. Your breathing picked up as you followed his lead, brushing your lips against his. For a minute, you had forgotten the whole room was watching in anticipation until they began to cheer. You sighed and tugged him upstairs.
“I don't need them staring at us, ” you said, sitting down on your bed.
“I totally agree, ” Shigaraki said, moving closer to you.
You couldn't help the blush that grew on your cheeks as he slung his arm around your shoulders.
“You're so cute, ” he said, turning your face towards his.
He pressed his lips against your lips. They were perfect though a little chapped from the cold winter weather. You kissed him back eagerly, gripping his hair with your hands. Your fingers slipped through his soft blue hair. He pulled away smiling and pressed his forehead to yours.
“You need to move the mirror downstairs, ” he said, “dabi could see your hand the entire time, ”
“That bitch, ” you muttered.
He chuckled, "I'm glad we're on the same page,"
He pressed another kiss to your lips, slow and steady. You couldn't help but feel a small need inside of you begin to grow. Obviously, you pushed it back down. You didn't want to pressure him so early on. As you spent more time with him, you couldn't help but get more and more turned on by him. You couldn't stop staring at the way the veins in his neck reached down to the slope of his shoulders and disappeared. His sharp jawline made your heart flutter when he turned his head to the side.
The next time you got him alone, you couldn't keep your hands off of him.
"mmph- y/n hold on," he laughed.
You pressed wet, hot kisses to Shigaraki's neck, and he threaded his hands through your hair. You tapped into your quirk, and it seemed he was practically screaming for you to fuck him, but he wasn't hard? You worked harder, pinching and twisting his nipples under his shirt. He was moaning and groaning, but nothing was poking your leg.
"Hey, Tomura, I can tell you want this, but you're not hard," you said, "is there, um, something else I should be doing?"
"no, y/n it's fine don't worry about it," he stammered, "we can go watch a movie or-"
You pushed him down on the bed, getting on top of him.
"Just lemme work my magic, baby," you shushed.
"um, babe, it's just. I-I don't know," he said.
He felt so exposed with his shirt off but taking his pants off? He didn't know if he could do it.
"y/n I-"
"shh," you said, "just lemme help,"
He began to panic as you pulled at the waistband of his pants, but his need outshined his growing fear stopping you from picking up on it. To his dismay, you pulled down his pants and boxers all in one go. He felt the cold air hit his cock, and he began to cry. Shigaraki felt so embarrassed. Why him? Why couldn't he have a body like everyone else's? Why couldn't he be enough for you? He got up, not saying a word until you pulled him back down onto the bed.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I just- I want to be enough for you, but I'm just not,"
You held him, stroking his hair.
"You're more than enough for me. I'll always think you're beautiful," you said, "I don't care about bullshit like that. In fact, I have something better,"
You rifled through the drawer as he wiped away his tears. You pulled out a large strap-on and a bottle of lube. His eyes widened, and his cock twitched (as best it could). You giggled when you saw.
"someone's excited," you teased.
He blushed and nodded, "it um looks good,"
You smeared lube all over it and your fingers.
"Spread your legs, sweetie," you urged.
He did so gladly, exposing himself to you.
"fuck," you muttered under your breath.
He was so fucking gorgeous.
You pushed a finger into him as quickly as you could watching him gasp as his asshole clenched.
“You're very sensitive, ” you observed.
He blushed and pressed the side of his head into the pillow as he was still lying on his back. You guided his face, so he was looking at you.
“I want to see you, Tomura, if that's alright, ” you said.
He nodded once, “I’m okay with that y/n, ”
You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“You’re being a very good boy Tomura, ” you praised, “my good boy, ”
You started moving the finger again, circling and stretching his tight hole. He whimpered as you pushed in another finger. Despite feeling good, the experience was still a bit uncomfortable. Tomura bucked into your hand once he was used to the sensation. You watched in amazement as he acclimated so quickly; he was excellent at everything he did. How could one man be so perfect?
“More, ” he whispered, “please y/n. Give me more, ”
You kissed him much harder than before.
“Anything for you, ” you promise as you add in a third finger.
He squirmed and moaned while you prepared him. Your other hand grabbed the dripping toy. You pulled out your fingers, and he gulped.
‘How is that supposed to fit inside of me?’
You put it in inch by inch as he gasped and groaned.
“It feels s-so good y/n, ” he gasped.
You were only halfway in, and he was already losing his mind. His small cock was producing what seemed like a constant stream of pre-cum. Three-fourths of the way in, he started to struggle to accommodate the large toy. But he took a deep breath and let you push the rest inside. Once it's in all the way, he couldn't help but cry. It hurts.
“Take deep breathes for me, ” you said as you cupped your lover's face and left soft kisses all over.
He shook his head, “can’t. it h-hurts y/n, ”
You held him, kissing his forehead.
“It's okay, sweetie,” you shushed, “it's gonna be okay. You just have to hold on a little longer for me, ”
“I can't, ” he sobbed, “I can’t, ”
“Just one more minute Tomu. It’s gonna feel so good, ” you promised.
Shigaraki couldn't stop crying. He felt so full. Too full. You took his cock between two fingers and “stroked” it gently. He gasped and moaned so loud it reverberated throughout the room. You finally slid the strap onto your hips. You held it in your hands for most of the time, having much more control of your hands compared to your hips.
You rocked your hips gently. Slowly, not pulling out in the least. Tomura was clenching to the point of holding you like a vice. You moaned at the reaction. Even though you weren't being touched, watching your beautiful boyfriend come undone was enough for you. You let go of his cock, watching him squirm again.
“No, ” he moaned, “please don’t stop, ”
“I don't want you to cum too quickly, sweetie. This is your first time, after all, ” you teased.
He whined, “can you at least go faster y/n? Please?”
You picked up the pace without a word. Shigaraki wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you down, so your chest was rubbing against his. Every time your shirt rubbed against his nipples, he let out a high-pitched moan. Your new angle hit his prostate head-on. His hands dug into your shoulders. If you weren't immune to his quirk, you'd be screwed.
“Y/n, ” he drooled, “fucking kiss me, ”
You were on him immediately, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth. He pulled at you hair.
“Y/n, ” he moaned into your mouth, “so good, ”
You sped up, and he yelped into your mouth. He was gasping for air even when you pulled away. You felt every part of him tense before his small cock shot out a surprisingly large amount of cum. Shigaraki was blissed out. Every part of him screamed to sleep, but he pulled you over him and yanked your hips down onto his face.
He licked and sucked, slobbering all over your pussy.
“Such a messy cunt, ” he groaned, diving back in, “all for me, ”
You collapsed onto his face, nearly suffocating his with your thighs (don't worry, he loved every second of it) before rocking back and forth on his face.
“Yes, ” you moaned, “god yes, Tomura, you're so good. I love it. I fucking love it. You're such a good boy. My good boy, ”
Shigaraki moaned into you at the praise, licking and sucking until you gushed into his mouth and all over his face. You collapsed next to him.
“Fuck, ” you gasped, “that was amazing, Shig, ”
You giggled and pulled him into your chest.
“That was so amazing, ” you praised again.
He wrapped his arms around you and muttered something incoherent before passing out immediately.
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a night full of surprises //
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pairing: hyunjae x fem!reader
genre: smut, fem receiving, handjob, unprotected sex
words: 2.06k
warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion
summary: you reluctantly allow hyunjae to take you on a date. but what you don't expect is to end up having a very good time.
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you were going on a date with hyunjae and it was making you extremely nervous. the only reason you had even agreed to it in the first place was because he'd been pestering you nonstop, asking you out at the most inappropriate occasions. you thought that giving him what he wanted would mean that he'd lay off you for a while. at least then your friends and parents wouldn't cast looks of disapproval on you.
it wasn't like you'd attracted hyunjae on purpose. you had no idea why he was going after a girl like you in the first place. you were quiet and studious, completely different from the type of girls he seemed interested in. but for some reason, hyunjae just couldn't set his sights away from you. maybe if he got a taste of how boring you were, he'd realise you weren't worth it.
hyunjae pulled up at your door, honking loudly so as to alert the entire neighbourhood that he was taking you out tonight. leaving the house, you put on the most genuine smile you could muster and got into his car. his eyes raked over your outfit, a simple skirt and blouse, smirking to himself slyly. though you may disagree, you had certainly dressed to impress.
he drove off, taking you to god knows where. you didn't bother asking, knowing that you'd most likely have no idea where the destination was even located. hyunjae didn't seem like the type who'd take you to a restaurant for a fancy dinner or something cute and cliche like that. honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he landed you at some rave.
things were quiet between you two. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find the courage to speak first. you also had no idea what to say to him other than the obvious. luckily for you, he caught you glancing at him and smiled, deciding to spark up a conversation.
"so, what did you do today?" his question was normal. this caught you off guard. he was always so chaotic and excited. it was a surprise seeing him be so casual. you sighed and shrugged. "nothing much. i did some homework and then i spent most of the day wondering what i should wear," you answered. the last part wasn't true but he wouldn't know that so it didn't matter.
"well i think your outfit looks nice," he complimented, sounding sweet. you couldn't help but smile. "thank you."
hyunjae smiled back, keeping his eyes on the road. "aren't you curious to know where we're headed to?"
you shook your head. "no, not really. i can tell i've probably never been there anyway so what's the point?"
he seemed surprised by your words. it felt like your roles had reversed. hyunjae never recalled a time when you were so confident and outspoken. he liked seeing this side of you.
the only reason you were acting the way you were was because you felt comfortable. which was a bit odd considering the fact that you'd been dreading having to converse with him. hyunjae was really leading you to believe that your time with him would actually be worthwhile. you hoped the night would continue like this.
eventually, hyunjae made a turn onto a narrow off-road. it was a bumpy ride. he apologized and shared that the destination was just around the corner. soon enough, he pulled up into a small grove. hyunjae turned off the car and clapped his hands together.
"this is it," he revealed. you took in your surroundings, raising a brow in confusion. "you brought me to the middle of nowhere?"
he nodded, smiling expectantly. "i figured we could just talk and get to know each other better." you glanced at him, completely baffled. "really? i thought you lured me out here to fuck me." hyunjae snickered to himself and shrugged. "i mean if you're down then we could do that too." rolling your eyes, you shook your head and leaned back in the seat. "this isn't too bad. i like it."
just like that, hours passed. the sun had finally lowered beyond the horizon and the air had gotten a bit cooler. you had no clue how, but you were leaned over your seat, lips locked in a calm but heated kiss with hyunjae.
after you'd run out of topics of conversation, all you did was stare at each other with small smiles on your lips. it seemed there was nothing else to do except follow your instincts. his lips were soft, and his touch was gentle. every now and then he'd rub his thumb over your knee, making your skin tingle. hyunjae soon pulled away from you, a giddy smile on his face as he stared at your lips.
"do you wanna keep going?" he asked you, looking fairly expectant. you bit your lip and nodded. hyunjae gestured to the back seat with a smirk. you clambered into it while he simply entered through the door.
his lips were back on yours in a matter of seconds. this time he pushed you down on the seat, hovering over you. placing your hands on his chest, you let him lead the kiss. hyunjae's curious hands trailed over your thighs, coming dangerously close to your panties until his fingers eventually hooked into the thin material. he tugged them slightly, pulling away from you to ask if he could take them off. nodding quickly, you watched him peel them down your legs and toss them into the front seat. hyunjae spread your legs, eyes sparkling at the sight of your glistening core.
"fuck, your pussy's so pretty," he mumbled, licking his lips eagerly. smiling shyly, you tried to shut your legs again. "don't stare," you whined, not having the courage to look at his face. hyunjae giggled and toyed with your clit, just amazed at how cute and innocent you were.
"tell me y/n. have you ever been fucked in the back of a car?" he continued playing with your clit. you squirmed about, trying to process his questions. after a while you covered your face and whimpered. "only once, but it was really uncomfortable."
hyunjae hummed and caressed your thigh with his other hand. "that's a shame. i promise i'll make it worth it."
while he rubbed your clit with his thumb, he pushed your blouse up to your neck, tugging your bra down so that your breasts popped free. his fingers tweaked at your nipples, making you yelp softly.
"does this feel good," he asked, continuing to touch you? you nodded, still avoiding eye contact with him. "well do you want more?"
you did want more. but you were too embarrassed to admit it. somewhere hyunjae realised this and he chuckled to himself. "there's no need to be so shy. i promise i won't bite baby."
your heart skipped a beat that the nickname. you peeked at him from between your fingers, feeling bashful under his intense stare. he just couldn't get enough of you. he pried your hands away from your face and made you look at him. you could tell he was really enjoying the view.
your throat felt dry all of a sudden. it was like you couldn't speak, even if you wanted to. hyunjae seemed patient. he was still fully clothed and that made you feel singled out. so you presented your first request.
"i feel weird being the only naked one," you spoke, still feeling a bit awkward. hyunjae raised his brows, understanding what you meant. he smirked and tugged his shirt off. this was the only time you actually stared at him without shying away. you always knew he worked out but you never realised how effective it was until this moment.
hyunjae laughed at your reaction. "what else do you want?"
you hesitated, looking at him unsurely. "i don't wanna lay here doing nothing." you were too bashful to actually admit what you wanted to do.
hyunjae unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. he took your hand and brought it to his member. "you could help me out with this," he said, guiding your hand over himself. eventually, he let you do it yourself. once again, his eyes raked over your body as you very timidly stroked his cock. you felt so flustered that the only place you could look was at your hands. hyunjae didn't mind at all. he was too enticed by the sight of having you splayed out underneath him, touching him so lightly.
he squeezed the inside of your thigh and continued playing with your tits as you made him harden up completely within your grasp. he soon pulled out a condom from his back pocket and was about to rip it open before you stopped him.
"don't use that. i'm sure you've got a nice pull out game."
hyunjae swore he was gonna marry you. he couldn't believe you were actually asking him to just fuck you raw, that too when it was your first time hooking up with him. he tossed the condom aside gladly and pushed his tip into you.
your eyes squeezed shut immediately. he was definitely bigger than anyone you'd ever slept with before. it wasn't an easy fit but after a few tries, he finally managed to stretch you out just enough. still, hyunjae pulled out of you and made you watch him enter you once again.
"look how good you take it," he praised, pushing his cock back into you oh so slowly. you wouldn't lie, the sight was a lot to take in, quite literally as well. he bottomed out, holding onto the headrests above you.
he started bucking his hips into you, groaning at how awfully tight you were. everything he did had you squeezing your eyes shut so it came as no surprise to him that you weren't watching yourself getting fucked.
though loud, your moans were soft to the ears. your hands rested aimlessly at your side. hyunjae took your hand in his and simply held it as he fucked you. his thumb came to your clit, unable to resist touching you somewhere.
"oh hyunjae," you cried out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. he held your thigh with his other hand, still continuing to caress your velvety skin.
hyunjae soon pulled out of you and flipped you around, making you get on your hands and knees. he rubbed his cock at your slick folds before pushing back into you. it was hard to remain steady in the cramped space. you put your hands on the window and let one of your legs touch the floor of the car. hyunjae pulled your hips back on his cock, groaning in satisfaction. fucking you felt so numbing. he wouldn't say you were easy to please, but you were. the longer he fucked you the more it felt like he was wrapped up in this blanket of unyielding pleasure and he loved it.
"god, can you go faster please?" you were starting to feel your orgasm approaching. hyunjae silently accepted your request and began pounding into you quickly. your hands gave way, chest falling to the seat. hyunjae grunted, now able to fuck you harder and deeper. his fingers clawed at your ass, needing to dig into something. you moaned hazily, feeling a little dizzy now that you could tell your orgasm was about to hit.
hyunjae snapped his hips up into you before sending you straight to your climax. he continued fucking you, this time faster as he too was nearing his own high. crying in delight, you let out a string of curses. hyunjae snapped his hips into you yet again, sharp thrusts pushing him to his high. he was quick to pull out of you and empty his seed onto your ass. you wished you could have witnessed the scene.
he pulled your skirt back down and paused to tidy himself up. you did the same, returning to your original state.
"i never thought you'd be down to fuck on the first date. you seem like the type who likes to take things slow," he admitted. you smiled and shook your head. "i mean, usually that's how things would be. but with you, i just couldn't resist."
hyunjae smirked. "you must like me more than you let on."
your eyes widened slightly. "yeah, maybe i do."
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shiver | 12
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summary; your childhood crush jeon jungkook has changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, coercion, manipulation, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment, religious questioning, mildly sexist thoughts w/c; 688 a/n; aa aa my boy namjoon finally makes his appearance. since it’s only a drabble series, i like to imagine in this part shiver mc has been bucking up the courage to ask namjoon this question for awhile but has only sat in casual conversation for a few minutes at a time in passing. she’s persistent! enjoy  [shiver masterpost]
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Jungkook doesn’t quite understand why you’re sitting so close to Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, the man of the hour apparently, because you’re currently squeezing yourself in his cubicle when he was the one who invited you over. 
In fact, you should be gone because all he asked was for you to pick up and drop off his missing portfolio. He really shouldn’t be so distracted, curious, and just plain old nosy. He can’t afford it either, not with Professor Yang breathing down his back as you two speak. Jungkook is a simple man with a wide berth of talent, but he needs to sacrifice one for the other. And since Jungkook has been grueling for months for the summer symposium, he forces himself to ignore your presence and focus on Professor Yang’s quote-unquote “inspirational” speech. 
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“So, do you believe in it?” 
“Believe in what?” 
“The concept of virginity.” 
“Jungkook mentioned you might be like this,” Namjoon’s dimples are so deep and prominent you can fill a lake in them, and you wonder why Jungkook brought you to meet his friends at some lame party when you could have heaps more fun waxing poetic with Kim Namjoon. 
In passing between one of you and Jungkook’s bedroom trysts, Jungkook mentioned that his friend Namjoon is one of the reasons he got his shit together and apologized to you. It made you take a liking to this intelligent stranger immediately, curious as to who could get through Jungkook’s thick head. You’ve had a couple intriguing conversations with him in passing, whenever you see Jungkook and him having lunch together. Originally, architecture wasn’t his route. He dabbled in Gender Studies and Sexuality, further enticing you to voice the inner workings of your brain onto this tall vessel of knowledge.  
“Did he call me a pervert,” you reel back, crossing your arms. 
“No, more like sexually repressed,” Namjoon echoes, “but in the most affectionate way possible.” 
“Answer my question,” you insist, trying to divert yourself away from the center of this conversation, “now.” 
Namjoon makes a face of complete suffering, one you parry with a cute smile that always works on the Aunties at the church. Sighing, he pulls out a sticky note. You watch as he pulls out a pen, scribbling quickly on the neon green square. 
“Let’s do some word association,” Namjoon slides the objects towards you, “write as many words as you can when you think of the word on top. 
Blinking, you click the pen to life and glare at the word on top: Sex. 
And so, you write. Purity. Shame. Dirty. Pain. Pleasure. Confinement. Need. Want. 
Namjoon doesn’t even want to see the things on your sticky note when you’re done. Instead, he balls it up, puts it in your fist and curls your fingers together. 
“Your church puts fear in you,” Namjoon says blankly, and it strikes you at how apathetically the words escape from his mouth. Of course, you expect it. Namjoon isn’t part of your church, he isn’t part of this society within a society that constantly fights and loves for you. Trying to see everything from Namjoon’s perspective is jarring, but enlightening. “Virginity is a concept. The more you cling to it, the more you feel like you’re doing something wrong.” 
This isn’t wrong, you think to yourself. It may be a little unorthodox, yes. However, not once have you doubted yourself, or regretted any intimate moment you’ve shared with Jungkook. He supports you, he lets you try and enjoy and doesn’t shame you for it. In fact, he goads you. He lets you explore, he lets you be yourself. Namjoon suddenly goes off into a tangent about virginity and the obvious sexist implications that go with it, but you’re only half-listening as your attention drifts to Jungkook. He’s looking over some mini-model with his professor, and it reminds you of a play train set you used to play with him after mass when you were younger. 
He notices you staring. Jungkook looks up from the model long enough to raise an eyebrow at you, and smile wryly. 
Jungkook isn’t wrong, he’s wonderful. 
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