#[ ty so much nonnie for sending in !! ] | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hariboz · 5 months

Text

PROMISE ME…!

“when you don’t tell your boyfriend you’re sick and still perform!”

pairing: idol!bf!ricky x gn!idol!reader

genre: fluff, tiny angst (?)

warning: mention of headaches, blurry vision, nausea and similar symptoms, softie bf!ricky, that’s it i think?

notes: ty to nonnie for requesting this!! i got a little carried away but i got into a pretty good flow writing it so i hope you enjoy 🥹🫶🏻 also!! this is my first time writing idol!reader so i hope it feels somewhat realistic…? as realistic as it can be i guess 😵‍💫

word count: 1.8k (😵‍💫 how and why…)

five, six, seven, eight.

five, six, seven—

“y/n, are you okay?” the voice of your leader rips you out of your trance, your tired eyes meeting in the mirror. you nod and put on a bright, although fake smile in hopes of being reassuring, though you’re not sure you were being all too convincing — either way, none of your members pry, because they understand. they understand the need to push through, especially now with all these end of the year award shows happening; you simply can’t afford to be sick, to fall behind and to be absent from such huge events. so, you decide to push through the dizziness, nausea and pain. you’ll take some medication later, it’ll be fine. (at least that’s what you’re telling yourself when you catch yourself stumbling from the dizziness when you get ready to practice your solo entrance.) even though there is a silent understanding between you and your members, there still is one person you know you won’t be able to convince, no matter how hard you’ll try — your boyfriend and professional overthinker in regards to your well-being, ricky.

it’s quite cute, the juxtaposition of his public image and the way he tends to worry. did you eat? does your throat hurt from vocal practice? did you trip during dance practice again? (a question that’s especially annoying considering you told him about tripping once, roughly six months ago. he refuses to let it go.) he sends you teas and throat sprays to make sure your voice is taken care of, secretly checks the soles of your shoes to make sure they aren’t getting slippery, somehow manages to pack you little snacks you can munch on when you haven’t eaten anything before practice again. he’s very rarely stern, much too soft-spoken and gentle towards you to speak to you in a more serious manner when he’s worried, so he shows his care and love through these things — which makes you feel all the more guilty when you straight up have to lie to him when he asks if practice is going fine, if you’re feeling well, and letting you know how excited he (along with gyuvin, he mentions) is to see you perform in person up close.

you try your hardest to get better before the performance, you really do. well, as much as you can between hours and hours of practice and barely any sleep, at least. all your efforts seem to be in vain, though, because the day of the performance seems to be the worst day yet — if you had a choice, you would bury yourself under every blanket available and not leave your bed for at least a week, that’s how awful you feel when you and your members are picked up from your dorm during the wee hours of the morning.

unfortunately, the little perfectionistic gremlin that lives at the back of your mind refuses to let all these weeks of practice go to waste, so you muster up a brave smile through your shaking pupils and tell your worrying members that you have everything under control — you’ll smash this performance just like all the other ones, even if you have to do it while being a little dizzy. it’s no big deal, you’re a professional after all.

your stylists is making some last minute adjustments to your outfits when a gentle knock sounds through the room, a very familiar blonde head of hair popping in. you rush over to ricky, his arms snaking around you immediately. “hey, handsome,” you mutter as you observe his face, a small grin playing on his lips. “you’re not looking to bad yourself, hm?” his voice is smooth as he brushes some of your hair out of your face, careful to not interfere with your hairstylist’s hard work. you’re thrown off your balance a little when another dizziness spell hits you out of nowhere, the look on ricky’s face immediately morphing into one of concern, “are you okay?”

you muster up a smile and just nod, eyes blinking rapidly to dispel the black dots bouncing around in your vision, “yeah, i’m just a little nervous,” you reach up to adjust his collar to avoid meeting his worried eyes, “i’m fine. just freaking out a little, that’s all.” you can tell ricky doesn’t entirely believe you, but he trusts that you would come to him if there was something wrong — so he reluctantly lets the subject go. he steals a quick kiss to your lips, whispering a “good luck, i love you.” before he turns to leave to make any last preparations for his own performance.

your first wave of regret overcomes you when you stand ready beneath the stage, you and your members getting into position to perform the intro to your performance. your head feels like it’s about to split and your hands are shaky, but it’s too late to turn back now — as queen sunmi once said, the show must go on.

your second wave of regret comes when you’re actually on stage, all the lights, the music, the screams and your in-ear monitor feeling less like the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve and more like your own personal hell. your group having your own amazing entrance with one of the stage elevators excited you at first; unfortunately, right now you’re preoccupied with managing your expressions to make sure you won’t let any irritation or discomfort slip.

your third and final wave of regret comes when you stand in the middle of the stage in this massive venue, tens of thousands of eyes on you as you start to perform your solo part of the song — your head is pounding and you can barely hear your own voice through your in-ears anymore, your steps are shaky and imprecise, your vision is blurry. you manage to push through, somehow, but it’s clear in the way your chest is heaving once the lights go out that you’re not well.

the atmosphere is very much tense in the part of the audience where your fellow idols sit, all of them having to cover their very obvious concern with faux excitement — you pulled it off well enough, but it’s clear to every single one of them that you’re sick and that you probably should not have performed. ricky especially has to keep his expressions in check, because the mix of worry and concern but also frustration and maybe a little anger is raging heavily inside him right now.

the worry and concern are obvious, the last thing he wants to see is you being sick, much less performing in that state. the frustration is bubbling inside him because he knows that you know better, that even the chance of you hurting yourself even worse by performing while sick is enough reason to sit out one performance. the anger is entirely directed at your staff and maybe some of your members, your leader at least — they must’ve seen that you were unwell, no? and they still let you on stage? is that not what managers and leaders are for, to take matters into their own hands and to know what’s best for their members? it all comes to a head when your members join the other idols in the audience while you’re nowhere in sight.

ricky is getting restless, his hands sprawling against his dress pants, occasionally pinching the fabric to keep his mind occupied. gyuvin and matthew both gave him little reassuring pats on his back but neither did much to comfort him, his mind entirely preoccupied with worrying about you and counting down the minutes to when he will finally be able to check up on you backstage.

it’s about an hour later when the award show is finally over, and for once ricky is the first one to rush backstage, a little ahead of all of his members. he swerves past staff and security and doesn’t even bother knocking on your group’s dressing room, ripping the door open to find your shocked but still very exhausted eyes staring up at him in surprise, “ricky?”

he’s in front of you in the blink of an eye, squatting down to meet you eye-to-eye, his hands gently cradling your face, “are you okay? for real, this time?” his brows are furrowed and you feel a little bad for thinking that he looks pretty handsome all serious like this. you nod sheepishly, apology ready to spill from your lips when he squishes your cheeks together to silence you, “shhh, you listen to me. never do that again, okay? do you know how scary that was, watching you perform like that? what if something had happened, you know you could’ve—,” he stumbles over his words a little, clearly worked up, “i don’t know, fallen off stage or something. you could’ve fainted! or you could’ve broken something or— i don’t know, just, promise me, don’t do that again.” ricky’s once so stern voice turns soft towards the end again, never really able to keep up his serious tone for long, especially towards you.

“‘m sorry, just didn’t want to let anyone down,” you mumble, leaning into his touch. his cold hands on your face feel incredibly nice, a stark contrast to your feverish face. he sighs and one of his hands comes up to brush your hair away from your face, his hand stroking your head softly, “i know, but still. don’t do stuff like that, okay? talk to someone when you’re not feeling well. your managers, your members, me — there’s so many people you can go to, okay? anyone, as long as you tell someone,” you nod along to him, and maybe it’s the guilt of making him worry so much or the fact that you’re overwhelmed from the amount of affection coming from him while you’re still a little delirious, but you feel like you need to lighten the atmosphere with a little joke.

“even gyuvin?” the gentle expression on his face falls almost immediately, replaced by a very unimpressed stare. you break out into quiet giggles, muttering a “sorry” before pressing a kiss to his cheek. ricky grumbles a little before getting back up, running his hand through your hair gently one last time. “i have to go back now but i’m ordering you some soup to your dorm later. you’re on bedrest for the next few days, you hear me?” he tries to sound stern again and puts on his best serious face, but his façade is broken when you smile up at him so tiredly, the exhaustion clear on your face.

“thank you, i love you,” you call after him when he turns to leave, ricky sending you a flying kiss before leaving the room, “love you too.”

(your fourth wave of regret came when you realised ricky formed an alliance with your members, all of them exchanging “y/n intel” to make sure all of them can keep an eye on you while you’re recovering.)

921 notes · View notes

joelmillerisapunk · 3 days

Note

hiii!! i’m not sure if you take requests but i LOVE your daddy joel fics!! i was wondering if you could write daddy joel overstimulating reader w a vibrator?? maybe making her squirt? love ya!! ❤️

Daddy, please!

Daddy!Joel x f!reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 1,211

Summary: It's that time of day, the one where Joel edges you for as long as he can.

Warnings: 18+, f!oral recieving, vibrator usage, 'daddy' kink, use of good girl, etc. Light bondage,

Notes: idk how i feel about this one, but I hope someone enjoys it. This is not super beta'd or edited so please excuse. And I hope I did your request some justice, sweet nonnie. 🥰 ty @saradika-graphics for the divider

You sit on Joel's lap, your heart pounding in your chest as his fingers trace patterns along your inner thigh. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine.

"Daddy..." you whisper.

His free hand wraps around your naked body, as he pulls you in closer. "Yeah, baby?" he responds, his voice is deep and so, so soothing.

"I - I need..." you trail off, unsure of how to voice your want.

His hand moves higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. "This?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

You nod, biting your lower lip. "Yes, but... more."

He chuckles as his fingers slide under the waistband of your panties. "More, huh?" he says, pulling them partly down your legs. He helps you lay down on the bed, and with one swift move, he takes your panties off the rest of the way, leaving you completely naked. You feel exposed and vulnerable. But there's also a sense of safety and trust. You know Joel won't push you further than you can handle.

He leans in and kisses your forehead, then gets out of bed and walks over to the small table in the corner. He opens the drawer and takes out a purple vibrator. He walks back over to the bed and sits down next to you, holding the vibrator up. "You know the rules, sweet girl. You have to wait till I say so," he says.

Your eyes widen as you recognize the vibrator and what's about to happen. "Daddy..." you protest, but he silences you with a kiss, he's already been teasing and edging you all day. You don't think you can handle much stimulation.

"Shh, baby. S’okay. Do it for daddy, you're safe," he murmurs against your lips.

He presses the vibrator against your clit, and you gasp at the intensity. It's too much, too soon. But Joel doesn't relent. He keeps it there, his other hand gently caressing your thigh.

"Daddy..." you whimper, your body tensing up.

"It's okay, baby. Let daddy take care of you, make you feel good. " he coos, his voice soothing. But he doesn't let you come right away. He keeps you on the edge, his fingers deftly manipulating the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles around your clit. You're writhing beneath him, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You're so close, so impossibly close, but he won't let you tip over the edge.

“Please," you whimper, your voice thick with need. "Please, I can't."

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I know, I know it's hard. Just a little longer, baby. You're doin so good for me. Daddy knows what's best for his pretty little pussy. He'll make her feel real good real soon.”

His words are soothing, but they do little to quell the ache between your legs. You're desperate for any release.

"Please, Daddy," you beg, your voice breaking. "Need to - fuck."

He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Not yet, baby.” he finally takes the vibrator off your desperate clit. “Wanna make sure you're good n’ ready. Now m’gonna kiss every inch of your body till you're beggin and writhin, till you can't take anymore. And then, I'll letcha come. Let daddy have some first baby."

You nod, your breath hitching as he pulls away.

He stands up, placing the vibrator beside you on the bed, walking over to his wardrobe. He takes out a silky soft tie and heads back over. He gently takes your hands and fastens them together with his tie. The fabric is soft against your skin. The restraint sends a thrill through you. You're completely at his mercy now.

He sits back down, his eyes meeting yours. "Ready, baby?"

You nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, please.”

He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, then he moves down, kissing your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach, your navel. Never missing a step. He takes his time, his lips explore every single inch of your skin. He moves down, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. You gasp, your body tensing up as he moves closer to your aching core. But just as you think he's going to touch you there, he moves away. He moves up, his lips brushing against your hip bone. He's driving crazy, making love to your skin. He kisses his way up your belly, slowly moving to your breasts. Your nipples pucker into peaks at his touch, and you bite back moans of pleasure as he bites each one delicately.

Joel continues his slow and deliberate exploration of your body, his lips and tongue tracing patterns on your skin. He moves down again, his lips brushing against your hip bone before moving down to your inner thigh. This time, he doesn't move away. His lips meet your core, and you gasp at the contact. His tongue darts out, teasing your clit before he starts to explore your folds. You writhe beneath him, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Suddenly, you feel Joel's mouth pull away and the vibrator replace them. Your eyes fill with tears. You feel like you're going to implode as you close your eyes.

“Look at me, pretty girl.” Joel's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, and you open your eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes are filled with a fierce intensity, and you feel yourself getting even closer to the edge. "I've got you, baby. I'm right here with you," he murmurs, his voice soothing.

He presses the vibrator against your clit again, and you can feel yourself teetering on the brink. But Joel doesn't let up. He keeps the vibrator there, his other hand gently caressing your thigh. "Let go, baby. Let daddy make you feel good," he coaxes.

You feel yourself start to fall, your body tensing up as the pleasure washes over you. You cry out, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes through you. Joel doesn't stop, he keeps the vibrator against your clit, drawing out the orgasm until you're left breathless and trembling.

Finally, he pulls the vibrator away, and you feel yourself coming down from the high. Joel leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice filled with pride.

He unties your hands, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close. You feel safe and loved in his arms.

Joel pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. "You okay, baby?"

You nod, smiling up at him. "Yeah, I'm m’good daddy,” you reply, your voice still thick with pleasure.

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "I'm glad, sweet girl.” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before untying the restraint.

As the two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your release, Joel wraps his arms around you, holding you close, your head resting on his chest as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, the only sounds being your soft breathing and the occasional whisper of the wind outside.

After a while, Joel breaks the silence. "I love you, sweet girl.”

You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. "I love you too, Daddy," you reply, your voice soft and sincere.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction

199 notes · View notes

gorejo · 2 years

Text

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

≡ gojo satoru. toji fushiguro. ryomen sukuna. noritoshi kamo. geto suguru. naoya zenin x f!reader

↳ no sophisticated way to say... mirror sex. each to their own, and how they like to hit it in front of a mirror. (not really most to least, but they all wouldn't miss the chance to)

tw/cw: unedited — legit wrote this without looking through it because i was so tired.... but smut. explicit language. unprotected, penetrative sex. degradative naoya's. sukuna has four arms and two cocks. double penetration with sukuna. toji calls himself daddy and puts his cum coated finger into your mouth. nipple pinching. teasing. blow job. gojo briefly blindfolds. you. fingering. cervix kissing but not really. naoya is tied up. reader called princess, angel, baby, babe, bitch (in naoya's), love, pretty, good girl. creampie. naoya gets fucked lmao.

✉ : hello !! first, ty nonnie for sending this. omg i contemplated so hard between geto and naoya, but i decided to just add them both in... so six guys yay!! i had so much fun writing this silly piece (˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶) but i hope you all can enjoy !!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Legs embracing his waist, ass flexed with each pulsing of his length into your caverns, the gush of your fluttering walls hypnotizing his conscious causing him to act beyond his normal reserve — unhinged and feral, his simple carnal lust that motivated his every move.

Blindfolded, your senses blared louder than normal — his touch, his kisses, his thrusts, his movements, his breathing, and his words sirened loud in your ears — every connection of your body with his felt like a burning flame across your skin.

“I want to s-see you,” you croaked out, the tremble of your lips easily mistaken for fear, but Gojo knew otherwise.

“Thought you liked being folded like this?” He choked out, tongue swiping against your collar bones, sweat dripping down his temple as he made his way up to your lips, hips thrusting harshly causing your breasts to move in its repetitive motion as he breathed out through his nose, groaning into your mouth with his cock deeply pressed inside of you, “but whatever you want baby,” he murmured.

“Shit because no matter,” grunting as he lifted you up, switching positions to have you kneeled in front of him, being careful to not disconnect with you, “how many fucking times,” his length shoved suddenly deeper, the lower portion of his abdomen hitting the plush of your ass, “you still manage to be so damn tight,” he growled into your ear, his hot breath steaming your face as his lips loosely bit your lobes, “I dont care what position, I’ll still fuck you good.”

“Satoru…” moaning out his name as he slowly moved his hips in upward motions, the tip of his cock hitting at your sweet spot, his lips softly kissing the back of your neck, “just like that…’toru ”

“Yea, this feels good?” Chuckling as his thickly padded palms groped your bosom, lightly pinching your swollen nipples as he molded your fat, “but it’s not enough right?” he teased, his thrusts still slow and agonizing.

“No no n-no! ngh…” You stammered, hands immediately reaching to grip his wrist, but your strength couldn’t compare, nor were you actually wanting any of this to end.

The thickness of his shaft further stretches you out as his fingers circle around your swollen clit while his cock continually probes inside. The warmth of your juices coating his long digits, giving him greater leverage to further press into your walls — pushing just to kiss centimeters away from your cervix, inches deep inside your pussy.

The tender kisses of his lips on your sweaty cheeks, making love with every fiber of your being as he held you in his arms, Satoru slowly untied your — his — blindfold, just enough to give you a tease of your reflection in front of you — caressed and loved.

“You wanted to see, baby,” he whispered in between kisses, his voice shackling your body in goosebumps as electricity ran through your veins, shooting straight to your core to flame your knot. With his hands squeezed between your closed thighs, arms flexed to show every crevice of his toned muscles on his forearm and biceps, indenting in at his triceps wherever his fingers circled around your hardened bud. Body thrusted forward from the force of his hips, with your lover staring straight into the mirror, his hollow cheeks placed next yours, his cerulean eyes faintly shielded by the fine edges of his soft white hair, whispering closely as he tightened his grip,

“Look carefully angel,” suddenly pushing you down, face falling flat onto the pillow he secretly placed before, his thick hands locking your arms behind your back as he gave a heavy push causing shockwaves to pulse through your body, stifling any sort of reaction,

“this is how you look, when I fuck you, pretty huh?”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

“Princess, you’re fucking drooling,” Toji’s chuckle resounded over the squelching splatters that radiated the room whenever his cock was shoved into your cunt. Purposefully spreading out your buttocks as he pushed himself inside of you, one leg propped to the side giving him more leverage to fuck you deeper, stronger as he watched your pulsing hole absorb his length as he stretched you full, harshly groaning as he felt you tremble underneath him, clenching tight on his cock as his cum trailed down your thigh, pooling in the sheets with the splatters of your juices against his balls.

A slight tremor leaves his body when you harshly clamp down on his thick cock, knocking the wind out of his lungs as he pulls forward, hovering over your smaller body. His hands automatically shooting to your abused pussy, drawing circles as he generously covers his two fingers with your slick, his calloused hand slowly trailing up to grip onto your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple to hear your pretty mewls, “hah fucking god… you like daddy’s cock that much, baby?”

“I-it’s too much! S-so full!” you screamed out, yet your voice was muffled into the pillow — face flat into the fabric, yet ass prettily perked up for him to pistol in his cock, perfectly creating surface area for his balls to slap against your clit.

Chuckling at himself as he looked forward, your heated body shamelessly withholding his force, breasts drooping low as it bounced to the tempo of his rabid thrusts. Your arms trembling as your fingers clenched onto the sheets, sweat covering your body as his hips met perfectly at the entrance to your pussy, “princess, look,” he ordered.

Incoherent, and simply dazed from being too fucked, his words fell flat to your ears as you moaned out his name, “Toji… n-no more.”

Wrong. You could.

Slamming his body on top of you, “ngh I- I can’t breathe!” you cried out as his body weight pulled you down into the mattress. His hips slapping against your body causing your ass to jiggle as you felt his cock venturing even further lengths, his ass clenching while his feet drove him deeper into your pulsing cunt. His tongue leveling up the back of your throat, lowly chuckling into your ear as you felt his two thick fingers — slimmy and rusty in flavor — suddenly play with your tongue, pulling your face up to have you watch yourself get fucked — couple inches shy from the mirror — absolutely drooling with your eyes faded in exhaustion, hands gripping onto his wrists, as your body pulsated forward with every heavy thrust he made,

“Look at how daddy fucks his baby girl, so cute huh?” Giving you a sloppy kiss to your cheek, his hot breath tickling your nostrils, his heavy body suffocating you of air, “now, watch yourself cum on daddy’s cock.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

“Fuck… gonna fill you all the way,” Sukuna groaned into your skin, lips feverishly pressed against the lining of your sweaty neck as one of your arms automatically shot back to grasp a hold of his fine hair, gripping tightly to pull on his scalp, while the other grasped onto his wrist, trembling as your fingers bore crescents into his inked skin, “s-slow down… p-please.”

Chuckling as he put his fingers into your mouth, swirling his digits against your hot tongue, his sharp nails careful to not cut your tender flesh, as he pulsed his cock into your cunt, “cute,” his voice was almost threatening, his red eyes glazed and strong, resembling that of a blazing fire just about to enlighten in flames with the right trigger.

With his fingers making their way down past your aching pussy, you felt the knot in your stomach — the burning and twirling of your inner organs — as you felt the familiar probing of his long, thick fingers into your other lonesome hole, clenching tight as he slowly entered one, two, three digits consecutively in. Massaging your inner ribbed walls, stretching you out fully while his cock pushed deeper into your womb, just centimeters close to hitting your cervix.

“Ah n-ngh!” No coherent words leaving your dry lips. You squirmed in his reign, hips moving in their own accord as he fingered your anus and fucked full, the slick of your prior cum dripping down his heavy balls and down his thighs.

“Open your eyes princess, let me show you something,” his voice suddenly sweet and eerily comforting as he brushed soft kisses to your neck and up to the base of your jaw.

Opening your eyes, heavily blinking to drain your lachrymose eyes of its tears, lips spread open in a delicate ‘O’ as you watched your helpless reflection being overwhelmed by the man — certainly a beast — behind you.

“Good girl,” he loosely chuckled into your cheeks, his chin pressed against your shoulder as he lowly groaned to reach below, coating his hand with your slick as he rubbed it against his length, slowly circling the rim of your pulsing hole, only to slowly penetrate through as he held you even tighter.

Your cries mixed in with his heavy groans, “too much!” you pleaded as he continually pushed you down on his length, only to receive a response back as you trembled in his arms, absorbing all of him inside of you — two cocks in — feeling every rivature and curve of his length twitching inside,

“No, it’s not too much princess.”

Picking up your helpless body to slam it right back into his cocks, breasts helplessly bouncing as your mouth gaped open, “not until I fill up every hole inside of you.”

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

It wasn’t usual for your boyfriend to prefer such a place to have sex, usually keeping it within the bedroom, mostly within the house — in the car if absolutely urgent. And in such desperate times, when his drive to fuck you raw, have you scream out his name as he tended to your needs, thighs lacing over his thin waist as he held you close, his lips brushing against your cheeks as he whispered repeatedly, “I love you, I fucking love you,” while his cock situated inside your fluttering walls… those were the times when he liked to fuck in front of a mirror — to grasp, to memorize, to contain all of you. To see in third perspective of the glory of sex, and the intimacy of what comes with being one; Kamo Noritoshi was a slave — a fucking slave in pleasing you.

“Shh… baby, don’t cry,” Kamo cooed into your ear, kissing your tears as his cock pushed deeper in, ass clenching and stomach flexing. Maybe he was a pervert, though he wouldn’t want to think of such. Maybe it was his erotic infatutation? Because despite seeing such sacred tears falling from your swollen eyes, knowing he should stop and let you breathe, his drive to push you off the edge, have you reach your climax over and over and over filled his desire, absolutely blinding him from the consciousness of him previously making you cum repeatedly before, “you’re so beautiful, so so beautiful…” is all he gasps out as his cock pools with more blood, further stretching you out.

“‘Toshi… n-no more,” you begged with your arms wrapped around his neck, teeth lightly biting into his skin, yet your legs were wrapped around his lower half, feet pushing his ass to give him no room to remove his cock out of your tantalizing grip.

“You okay, love?” he hushed, kissing your up your neck, praising you for being so good, taking him so well, loving you to the extent his heart could handle as he showered your face with open mouthed kisses, eventually making way to your swollen lips, “look love, look at how pretty you are,” he whispered as his kisses pushed your face to look to the side, “look at how well you’re taking my cock…”

Two bodies intertwined and connected as one — sticky, sweaty, heated.

And in the thick of the room, vision hazy from your tears with the aroma of sex filling your senses, Kamo was there.

“Fuck me harder,” you groaned out, watching his pacing increase from response, the slapping of his balls splattering out his cum from your aching hole, his abs flexing in as his face caves into the curve of your neck, “harder ‘Toshi!”

Panting with his chest pressed heavily against yours, Kamo reached below to hook your thighs to his arms, using his body weight to push your legs against your chest, folding you in half, allowing his cock to puncture further in, reaching depths you normally didn’t experience.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum,” his hot breath fanning over your face as his lips met with yours, tongues swirling against each other as spit trailed down the edge of your lips, “YN…” he moaned out while straightening out his legs, using his forearm to hold his weight, ass twitching as he gave his final thrust.

Setting his head to rest on the plush of your breasts, listening to your rapid heartbeats to calm his tumultuous chaos residing in his mind, wrapping his arms around your waist as his cock pulsed inside of you, holding — clinging onto — you like a lost child in need of his mother, Kamo opened his eyes to once again see the beauty of you holding him, caressing through his hair as you kissed the sides of his temple.

Maybe he was a pervert.

Or maybe it was love.

Maybe it was the combination of both mixed in with his idolatry to serve his goddess — his absolute deity that would never forsake him — an infatuation. Because he feels his cock growing again, and despite the pain of his aching, sensitive skin, he pushes his hips in to reach deep inside, listening to you moan out his name, reach out for him, want him… because he wanted to watch, memorize, absorb this over again, “you don’t know what power you have over me,” pushing his mildly erected length in, feeling the viscous remnants of his cum cream out of your hole with each push, “I’m a fucking animal in front of you, my love.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Sitting at the edge of the sofa, arms stretched back, hands placed on top of the plush backrest, chest exposed with his white collared shirt loosely draping his figure. Abs flexing with each increasingly staggered breath he elicited from every tender kiss you placed — from his collar bones to his stomach — tickling his skin with your tongue as he softly grazed your cheek with the back of his index.

“You want to do it here?” You questioned in between open mouthed kisses, hands traveling against his wide chest, softly playing with his perked nipples as they made their way down his abdomen, down to their destined place as you fondled his clothed erection, “not the bed?”

“Mhm, here,” Suguru lightly chuckled, the hue of his voice knotting up your organs causing you to immediately burn from just the tone alone, “want a good view of you.” Though his face sweetly smiled, his eyes told a different story — lust — a lascivious gaze through his dark iris’.

Interlocking his fingers with yours, stopping you from using your hands, “use your teeth,” he tenderly ordered, the edge of his lips lifted into a smirk. The dark glint in his eyes shining through his cool facade, the draping of his bangs lightly covering his face, with his loosely tight hair beautifully exposing his defined neck and jawline.

Spreading out his thighs further to have you situate in, nuzzling your nose against the hardened bulge of his clothed erection, taking a whiff of his natural scent — light with a mixture of cologne and skin — you took the clasp by your front incisors and pulled the zipper down to the end.

Looking up through your lashes, placing soft kisses to his constrained member, using your teeth to again pull down his briefs, the intertwining of your fingers feeling tighter as he lightly hitched his hips forward as the cold air brushed against his hot flesh, feeling a sudden pulse in his cock the moment your lips gently grazed against his sensitive skin.

Groaning forward, with his back arched as he cupped your face, zealously pushing his lips onto yours — urgent and needy, desperate and wanting — missing the chance to breathe, and forsaking the will to. “Just use your mouth,” he breathed out as he placed his thumb into your mouth, pushing against your tongue as he watched a trickle of your spit leave your lips, “fuck… let me see what this pretty mouth can do, yea?”

Taking position, leaning back with his arms placed behind the sofa, scooting his hips out to give you better leverage; his sharp eyes, and rosy cheeks, his furrowed brows and hefty breaths prompted you to start.

Swiping up from the base of his cock, leaving a soft kiss to his fiery head, swirling your tongue against his puffy slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum only to quickly flatten out your tongue before swallowing his length. Gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat, you felt his hand snake its way to cup the back of your head, pushing you further down as he groaned into the pleasure of your warm throat, “fuck… so tight,” Suguru gasped out with his head thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing with each sharp swallow of his saliva pulling down his dry throat.

And when he opens his eyes, there he meets the reflection of you. Off in the corner of his gaze was a mirror placed reflecting a scene of your head bobbing as you sucked him in, ass nicely sculpted with your naked back exposed as you kneeled in front of him with his large hand caressing your head, pushing you deeper to take in his length combined with the squelching of your mouth as his head threatened to push past into your throat.

“Shit… baby… keep going… got the best fucking view from here.”

𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍

“Untie me right now,” his chest heaving, his stomach curving in to flex his abs, hands gripping onto the tie that you placed above his head, chained against the railing of the bed, “YN — fuck….” his threatening voice dying out as he shot his head back into the pillow, throat pulsing out his thick veins, his face mildly red from asphyxiating himself from air, helplessly groaning as you watched him from above.

“You fucking talk,” grinding your ass into his pelvis, clenching hard as your velvet walls tightly embraced his length, your nails piercing into his chest, drawing long strokes of vibrant red onto his pale skin. And hovering over his body, your soft lips mere inches from his jeering face, smiling as you teased him of a kiss, “you talk so much for a fucking bottom, Naoya.”

“Hah!” He scoffed as his hips jerked up, causing the tip of his cock to hit just right at your sweet spot, his length caved inside of your warm caverns, “if you just wanted me to fuck you,” his knees propping up, and feet stationing onto the mattress, with his length pistoling repeatedly in and out of your pussy, balls slapping against your wet cunt, “you could’ve just asked,” Noaya teased back as he leaned forward to match his lips with yours.

Pulling out of the kiss with a string of saliva attaching you both, “yea? Watch closely, baby,” you chuckled as your eyes signaled for him to look above — a large mirror plastered onto the ceiling with the reflection of the carnal rendezvous. Your thumb brushing against his bruised lower lip as you simultaneously rolled your hips forcibly into his, muffling his gasping moans as you pushed against his attempted thrusts, bucking your hips inward to have his cock hit your walls just rightly, “so you can fuck yourself thinking about me next time,” you taunted with a pretty smile.

He was close. You heard his familiar haggard breaths, the hue of his skin turning faintly red, the usual tremble of his thighs as his eyes lightly rolled to the back of his skull, “you fucking think,” gasping as he fought to contain himself — fighting for his life to abstain from reaching his high — yet his helpless voice told otherwise, “a bitch like you can have any power over me?”

His eyes. His sharp eyes locked to the mirrored ceiling as he spewed out his curses.

Cock throbbing inside with each passing second as he watched you — your ass bouncing against his body, imagining just how far he’s inside of you, his feet drilling into the mattress as he feverishly bit onto his lips in frustration.

Yet he failed.

And just like always, falling weak to your reign, absolutely in denial over the power you had over him — his soul — he releases his seeds, groaning with his head pushed back into the pillow, seeing nothing but white and the constant ringing in his ears as he stuffed you full, his cum dripping out of your pussy as you pumped his length.

And gripping onto his cheeks, slowly gliding your hips in perfect waves, locking your gaze with his hazel eyes as he gasped out, “f-fuck…” from the overstimulation. Feeling the twitching of his cock inside of you, feet pressing into the mattress to hit deeper into your caverns, the splurts of his release coating your plush walls with his viscous seeds as he trembled beneath you, hands red and wrists bruised from the containment.Giggling as you licked up his throat, flipping your tongue on his chin just before pushing your lips into his as you simultaneously lifted your hips to release his cock, cum oozing out of your hole, landing on his body as his length twitched against your ass, “I’m sure I can, because I just fucked you.”

7K notes · View notes

gangrenados · 1 year

Note

titans kinks you say 👀 here's my personal headcanons - Dick: breeding, bondage, sadism/masochism, pegging, praise, marking, body worship, getting caught, and of course monsterfucking; Jason: praise, mutual masturbation, phone sex, orgasm delay, overstimulation, cumming untouched, marking, knife/blood play (only on him tho he won't risk it with his partner), and maybe a slight daddy kink? he seems like he'd be into his partner calling him daddy lmao (might send more with the other titans)

(2) back with more kinks! Gar I can see just going with whatever his partner wants to do lmao like maybe a size kink? but otherwise I think he's down for anything; Hank: definitely size kink for sure, public or outdoor or car sex, porn (watch it with his partner or making it), first time/corruption, spanking, lingerie, morning sex/maybe somnophilia; Donna: definitely bondage I can totally see her tying up her partner with her lasso, riding (her or her partner), sensory deprivation, and body worship

Nonnie I love you <3 OKAY TIME TO SIN Y'ALL this is long omg

Warning: a ton shit of kinks like gun kink and breeding for example, sex (obviously)

JASON TODD:

Do I think Jason would be able to make you see stars? Yes, do I also think he'd make you laugh cuz he banged his head against the headboard? Of course. The duality of a man.

Sex with Jason is chill, it leaves you with this nice fuzzy feeling in your head.

-Switch: I don't think Jason would have a preference when it comes to which role he takes during sex, he doesn't care as long as he gets to get laid.

Sometimes he'll take the lead, sometimes you'll be the one in charge, or perhaps there wouldn't be any role at all!

However, I feel like Jason (s1 and s2 at least) would brag about him being all dominant and stuff.

Also, I feel like red hood!Jason would rather take a more dominant role to take out all the pent up frustration on you.

-Names: I know nonnie you said that he might have a daddy kink, but I have to disagree (at least with this version of Jason tho). However, I do think the red hood version might enjoy being called sir.

It gives him authority and dominance, it's a strong word that makes him fuzzy on the inside.

Kinks:

-Praise kink: he needs the validation so badly, Jason aches for it and if you tell him how good he's doing he might cry.

-Marking: There's no doubt that Jason is a little shit and would leave a hickey in a place that it's pretty much impossible to cover up. He loves the fact that, by doing this, he's letting the rest know you're taken.

-Gun kink: Jason loves playing with his guns, and the thought of you suckin the barrel of on his pistols, as if you were suking his dick surely gets him going.

He'll facefuck you with it, telling you that you gotta earn it if you want him to fuck you stupid

He's not stupid though, Jason would make sure to empty all of them and put the safety on.

-Mirros: I have no doubt that tmhe would love to fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to see how hot and slutty you look.

-Humilliation: Jason loves dirty talking, most of the time he uses it to praise the fuck out of you, but there are times that he's so mean and all he wants to do is degrade you. Aside from words, I feel like at some point he'll make you hump his boot.

Misc.

-Overstimulation

-Sex on his bike

-Mutual masturbation and phone sex (these two go hand in hand most of the time)

-Worshiping

-Maybe this might not be related to this version, but comics!Jason would have a size kink

HANK HALL

Imma be honest here you guys, I don't think Hank would be really good at sex lol. Like he's not awful, Hank could probably give you a nice time, not a good time, but a nice kinda decent time.

As my lovely bestie @prettybitchfatwitch said "Hanks treats sex sex as if it's the gym" and well, I have to agree lol. I feel like with him you probably would have to fake an orgasm, anyway that's our little take. back to topic 💀

-Dom: He just gives those vibes, that's all. Maybe during his younger days he watched so much porn that know he has the need to be the one in control.

Names: I feel like at some point Hank would call himself daddy, does that mean he has a daddy kink? No, just like Jason, I feel like Hank would enjoy the power behind the name and how nice it feels to say it and hear you saying it.

Kinks:

Size kink: Hank would use his height and strength to his favor during sex, things like picking you up and fucking you or manhandling you would be his favorite things. Maybe he would brag about how strong and hung he is.

Anal: Hank strikes me as the guy who would be so into anal, I think he would love it.

Butt plugs so he can keep his cum inside of you, or perhaps he'd make you fuck yourself in one, or he'd make you keep it when you go out. Also I feel like he'd be into rimming aka eating ass.

Misc.

-for some reason I feel like he and Dawn would really into threesomes or they'd be swingers lol

Zero doubt that Dick is good, he'll make you see stars, end of discussion (I mean, have you seen what he had pulled off? He must've got game, passion, skills. Hello?)

DICK GRAYSON

Switch leaning dom: Dick assess in both, but usually he prefers to be the one in control. Totally soft dom vibes, although he can get pretty mean sometimes.

It takes a while to convince him to sub, but he gives in and boy, Dick is a bratty sub. He'll take any chance to get on your nerves, making you mad it's his favorite thing.

However, he can shut up quickly and moan like a little bitch. His brattines it's just a little mask for the slut he hides inside.

Kinks:

Praise kink: this one goes both ways, he'll tell you how good your making him feel and call you things like "good girl" for example. Now, do the same to him and you'll make him explode.

Daddy kink: Dick loves the name and I think he might engage in the dynamic, nothing too wild, but he would make up some rules and pamper you. Perhaps he likes the control this gives him.

Breeding kink: Filling you up with his cum it's one of his favorite activities, it sends shivers down his spine whenever he gets to do it.

Dick loves watch his cum drip down your pussy, but he's also down to plug it, let's not talk about fucking his cum back into you.

This man is gross, he jus loves to fill you up.

BDSM: I mean, it's canon that he loves being tied up, also adding to that I do feel like he would low-key be into masochism.

Like, it might not be his biggest kink, but it's where the mean side of him comes out. However, he knows your limits and will not hesitate to stop if you tell him to or if he notices that something is off.

Adding to this idk why i feel like might enjoy a little bit of pet play? Like he won't engage with it, but would rather use it as a punishment if you really get to get on his nerves.

He'll be condescending with you, pretending to be nice when it really he's quite degrading. He'll put you on a collar and make you walk in all fours, dare to misbehave and he'll tug on it.

Misc.

-Cockwarming

-Spanking

-Oral (he's a godsend for oral, the guy's good)

CONNER KENT

Just like Gar, Conner doesn't have much experience, but from what we've seen my boy it's passionate and pretty damn good lol

Sub: Conner is a sub, he just screams sub to me. If you wanna switch things up, then he might try be more dominant, but overall he prefers having you take control

Names: why do I feel like he'd melt if you call him baby boy?

Kinks:

Mommy kink: Yeah, I'm a believer of sub!Conner, to be fair he'd be a really sweet and obedient sub. He loves calling you mommy when you fuck him so good he's seeing starts.

Strength kink: Even though Conner is scared of potentially harming you with his strength, he loves the things he can do it it. Like fucking you mid air or manhandling you into a position.

Marking: He wants you to make him as yours.

sadly hickeys doesn't last long on him due his quick healing, but loves when you do it. Perhaps make him wear something of yours as a subtly way to let other knows he belongs to you.

Somnophilia: Conner doesn't need much sleep and sometkme he gets needy on the night, so getting to fuck you while you sleep it's his way to deal with the problem.

Misc.

-Mirror fucking

-getting spanked

2K notes · View notes

josibunn · 3 months

Note

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcon9WT/ euro and his pink coquette gf. in public he’s all hard and rough and has a mean glare on his face as he clutches her waist, but in private?? he’s as soft as snow, lets her sit in his lap and braid his hair, lets her test makeup and skincare products on him, lets her blast lana del rey as she ties a bow in his hair and hers so they’re matching <3333

fuck this is SOO CUTE STOPPP ILY NONNIE

(implied black reader!)

with everyone else around he lets u be a ray of sunshine, standing behind you as you converse, hands cupping your hips and sending a glare to anyone so they know he means business but when you turn and look at him his brows raise his eyes soften and he’s at your beck n call immediately, “sumn wrong baby?” no all good :33

and you don’t mind that he’s all “>:(”, all the more reason for girls to not approach him!! literally, everyone always asks you “why’s he so nice to you?” “how’d you get em like that?” “he’s such a dick I dunno how you do it” and as backhanded as those are you don’t care bc when you two get him he’s speaking to you in that soft voice and you get to turn your brain off and go to boyfriend world <333

also the makeup thing is so cute and so me!! him cross crossed with his hands in his lap all still and focused for you, “I think this is a nice rosy color, yeah?” you give him the mirror and he’s like “:| yeah baby, s’real bright too it’ll look nice” and yknow he doesn’t know much but he’s genuine :)) pulling his hair back and stuff oh my heart :(

“baby this isn’t my color..” he looks in the mirror and back at you, “well yeah,” you giggle bc he’s so pale his veins show through “just seein how smooth it applies don’t worry”

hell neverrrr admit it but he doesn’t completely hate lana. one day u catch him hummin a lil like “mmm…let the light in…” and it’s so cute

and oh my god the bow thing…I was just thinking ab this the other day like imagine you start clipping them in his hair and tying this around his biceps in his lap and he’s still but also questioning like “what’s this for again?” “tiktok. ur coquette now” “ok” he’s so cute oml

euro even learns how to do your hair with you..like for me I have 4c hair and it would mean so much if euro helped me braid or even just moisturize my hair. he’s all concentrated, his own hair pulled back into a ponytail as you sit between his legs doing your hair while a movie plays :333

hope u enjoyed this one this is so cute :3

join my taglist! @angelsanarchy @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @auggiethecreator @wonkinoo @brithedemonspawn @yungbloodsuxca @weezinrnween

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #x black reader #eurory prompt

134 notes · View notes

asimpforyagami · 12 days

Note

propmts 1, 5, 6, 7, 8 for kolya please

(if it's a bit much you can excluee 5)

↷ A/N ─ its never too much nonnie :) ilyy ty for sending these reqs!

★ PROMPT ─ 1, 5, 6, 7, 8

!! FT. ─ nikolai

─ wearing his clothes

Nikolai had known for ages that you had your eyes on his clothes. The way you droned about how your date outfits looked so bland and probably needed the addition of boots, how you complained about cold hands wanting to wear gloves, how you put on his hat and sent him pictures captioned "It looks better on me."

Especially with Halloween just around the corner, and you suggesting you two switch outfits for the day, it became all the more obvious.

"But, dove," Nikolai whined. "My suit is a part of me."

"No," you giggled. "I'm the clown of the couple tonight."

"Well, I must say that's a very cute clown. Clowns are supposed to be scary, right?"

"You're not scary."

"You're right," he said. "I'm not scary. I'm completely bonkers!"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

─ kissing

"Ah, it's good to be back," Nikolai stretched his arms.

"What do you mean? You were right here," you said.

Nikolai gasped. "How vile of you! To overlook my struggle from the hall to the kitchen, all to get you a refill of the popcorn."

"You could've just used your ability."

"Doveeeeee," he whined, and you sighed. Of course, now that he has said that he's been away, he will not stop until he gets what he wants from you.

"Fine," you roll your eyes, and Nikolai immediately uses his fingers to press your cheeks together in a pout, giggling before pressing a long kiss on your lips.

You close your eyes and he releases your cheeks, your lips still in the duck faced pout. A few seconds passed like that. Then, Nikolai pulled away and stared at you before tackling you on the couch and kissing all over your face. His hat fell somewhere on the ground as he tickled your stomach, your face red with laughter and overwhelmed by the love he was showering you with.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

─ cuddling

"Dove-"

"Shh," you shushed him and Nikolai immediately fell quiet.

You had put one of your legs on his, trapping him with both your arms around his torso, interlocking behind his back. This was probably the first time Nikolai had reluctantly agreed to be the little spoon.

'Reluctantly' because of the reasoning that he did not like being "trapped'. He claimed that he was a 'free bird' and desired 'eternal freedom'.

Nikolai sighed. Sure, the feeling of you practically choking him with your face buried in his neck was different. He felt numb, staring ahead of you as you hugged him.

Thinking... Thinking about you. How you had changed him so much. How he felt much, much more free than he ever was when he was with you. How a hug and a kiss would make him forget all his problems, all that bound him to the world.

He thought and thought. About how if this was any other person he would be ashamed at being trapped by their body this way. About how surreal your warm breath felt against his neck. About how if this was the 'worst case scenario', he was completely okay with it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

─ reading to him

"And the little Swallow asked the Prince, ''Why are you weeping then?'," you recited, book on your lap as Nikolai stared at you with interest.

He was never one to read stories. He'd rather they be read to him, which led to this moment, with you lying on the one-seat sofa and him on the longer couch, propped up on his elbows and feet dangling along your words.

"What did the Prince say then?" he asked excitedly, and you turned the page before continuing the story.

Funny, he thought, how you always managed to get books and stories that he likes. Or maybe, as his bi-colour eyes turned glossy with admiration for your beauty, it was only because you were the one reading them that he enjoyed them so much.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

─ nightmare

You shook Nikolai awake. He had been twitching and shaking in his sleep, breathing hitching when he woke up with a gasp.

"You okay? What's wrong?" you asked, concerned.

"Nothing," he replied too quickly, eyes still hazy.

"You're lying," you said firmly, propping yourself up on one shoulder and pressing a hand on his chest. "I can feel your heartbeat."

"I'm okay, dove," he said again. "Why are you awake at this hour?"

"Kolya, please be honest with me."

Nikolai sighed. He wanted to say that it was nothing, that he wasn't gonna let a stupid nightmare dictate his emotions. But perhaps he could use this as an opportunity for himself?

"Hold me?" he suggested instead.

You narrowed your eyes, but complied anyway. You pressed a kiss against his forehead, and Nikolai couldn't help but think that whatever the dream had been, he was glad that you were there for him always.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

#bsd x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd imagines #nikolai imagines #bsd fluff #nikolai fluff #bsd nikolai x reader #bsd nikolai gogol #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #nikolai bsd #nikolai x you

105 notes · View notes

agustdiv1ne · 1 year

Note

ok so I got an idea - idol! yeonjun x idol! reader? like they meet at an award show and he's just totally entranced by the reader and then they start hanging out

bye this is cute :') ty nonnie! (i definitely got carried away bc i'm a jjun simp sorry in advance)

yeonjun tends to get tunnel vision when he's preparing to get on stage; the mama awards are no different. sharp and focused, he runs through the choreography for the dance break again and again, as if rewinding and replaying the same role of film over and over again. it's hard to distract him with anything else when he's like this.

a backstage crewmember calls his name, letting him know that he needs to be in position soon. five minutes. he has five minutes. he can do this.

he spends these five minutes taking deep breaths, adjusting the details of his outfit, double-checking that his mic box is in place, and...watching you?

truly, he doesn't mean to. he's just trying to keep the inevitable nerves from taking root in his chest, just keeping himself occupied, observing how you lead your fellow members from the dressing room, gathering them in a circle in a giving them a pep talk. it's admirable, really, how easily you're able to guide your group, how they seem to hang on to your every word. there's a burning passion backdropping your pupils all the while. a mix of determination, conviction, hunger. and fuck, he doesn't even know you, nor your name, but there's just something about you that draws him in, and there's this aura about you that screams self-assurance and maturity....

shit, he thinks. get it together.

"one minute," he hears through his in-ear, and he scrambles to his position, finding the mark on that platform that will rise up to the main stage. he sneaks one last glance at you. he finds you staring back, and right before the platform beings to rise, you send him an encouraging grin, you mouthing 'fighting!' accompanied with a small fist pump. your members watch on at the exchange.

he nearly forgets his own damn lyrics.

when txt's performance is over (as successful and jaw-dropping as ever), he's corralled back into their dressing room. sadly, there's no sight of you backstage anymore. disappointment buds in his chest, and soobin and beomgyu poke fun at his crestfallen expression, before soobin, ever observant of the events that unfolded earlier, tells him your name, how you're also the leader of your group, and that you're close friends with him.

thus, yeonjun begs, nearly grovels, for soobin to introduce him to you. begrudgingly, soobin lets him join a little hangout where he knows you'll be there. you and him hit it off really well! though he's so nervous that his hands shake, he's able to keep the conversation flowing, and he learns that on top of being the leader, you're also the oldest. it's something to bond over, and you find yourself giggling at his terrible jokes and overall goofy demeanor as the night rolls on. numbers are exchanged, as well as pleasantries about having a good time. both of you return to your respective dorms with giddy looks and butterflies in your stomachs.

you, much to his surprise, are the first to ask him to hang out one-on-one. slowly, he learns your little quirks as friends first, keeping his lovesick thoughts about you to himself (and sometimes shares with his members if they promise not to make fun of him; they do anyway).

he's sneaking into your dorm every now and then, as do you with his dorm, greeting and high-fiving soobin when he's there. he learns you're competitive (outrageously so), that you love ramen as much as he does, that you love studio ghibli and that you have a crush on howl pendragon. he grins at that.

"i wish i could be sophie," you sigh one late night on txt's dorm's couch, leaning your head against his chest as howl's moving castle flits across the tv.

"i could be your howl," he states without thinking, eyes still glued to the screen. and suddenly he's panicking, eyes moving down to your smug smirk. yeonjun looks away, but you refuse to let his gaze wander, head following so that you maintain eye contact.

"do you like me, choi yeonjun?" you question, eyebrow raised. he's rendered a stuttering, blushing mess and he's quick to deny it. absolutely not, no, we're just friends! or so he claims. you cackle, and his face twists in pure confusion, asking what exactly is so funny.

"you don't have to lie, jjunnie. soobin told me all about your little crush on me," you say as if you're talking about today's weather, too casual and too flippant and soobin told you what?

you're really laughing now, and yeonjun starts to wish that the floor would just swallow him whole. he tries to get up — he really wants to hide in his room forever now (and kill soobin later), but you grab his hand before he can flee, pulling him back down onto the couch so that he's facing you. gone is the shit-eating grin, your face now teeming with sincerity.

"i like you too, you dummy," you confess. his eyes open impossibly wide, and you bite your lip to suppress a grin. "thought i made it obvious when i asked you to hang out with me."

"oh my god," he groans, head falling onto your shoulder. "i'm so oblivious."

"a little," you agree, earning you a whiny "hey!" you continue. "you said it first!"

"my girlfriend should be nice to me, not act like them," he complains with a pout, nodding at the closed doors of the other members' rooms.

"oh, so i'm your girlfriend now?"

"yes, my extremely loveable, beautiful girlfriend. and i'm your extremely loveable, handsome boyfriend," he declares.

"i like the sound of that," you say, beaming, before you plant a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.

the nearest door swings open to reveal a very drowsy taehyun, kai peeking over his shoulder from further inside the room. he takes one look at your legs strewn over yeonjun's lap, rolls his eyes, and says, "congrats on finally getting together, lovebirds, but could you please shut up?"

#txt fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #txt x reader #txt drabbles #yeonjun drabbles #txt soft hours #txt soft thoughts #yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun soft thoughts #💌 — jjun

482 notes · View notes

moonswolfie · 7 months

Note

idk if u are taking requests..... but...can u make a sugawara, hinata and nishinoya (separately) sleepy cuddles hcs w/ reader? fluff is my life source :D

ty ily :D

Woah my first (non event) request!! I will try my best not to dissapoint you nonnie!!😤

I don't write for these three all that much so I hope I'll get them right!! My requests are always open, so don't be afraid to send in an ask💖💖

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Sugawara Koushi

MORNING CUDDLES MORNING CUDDLES!!

he's made it a habit to cuddle with you in the mornings if he has the time

sometimes he decides to be cheeky and sets his alarm earlier on purpose just so he can cuddle with you longer

He usually likes face-to-face cuddling so he can squish your cheeks or simply look at your face

There's just that certain domesticity to it that he can't get enough of

If you happen to have pets that like joining you, he'll lowkey get a little jealous that you're stroking the pet's head instead of his, playfully remarking about how you like the pet more than him

(That's your queue to pull him close)

Likes kissing your eyes, especially if you still haven't woken up yet

His heart still swells a little whenever you snuggle against him, no matter how long you've been together for

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Hinata Shoyo

He is a very tired boy after rigorous practice and just wants to unwind and cuddle up with you

Will absolutely melt if you pet his head and play with his hair

Definitely lets out a satisfied little huff when he collapses on top of you and whines when you eventually push him off because your body is starting to hurt

He really likes it when you lay on top of him, too

He likes telling you about his day or fun things that happened during practice while cuddling

And definitely does not mind when you share yours too

(You can see him nodding off like a toddler who doesn't want to fall asleep yet when you tell him stories🥺)

He hugs a pillow, pretending that it's you when he travels for games

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Nishinoya Yuu

Always wants to be the big spoon to feel cool and manly😤

And besides, he gets to place playful little kisses on your head and nape that way

Literally falls asleep instantly if you hum a song to him

Definitely the type to tangle his legs with yours and place his head on your shoulder

Will get openly jealous of any pet you're cuddling in bed with, that's his spot, don't you know?

Loves playing with your hair, always tracing little shapes into your scalp

Definitely kisses your lips first thing in the morning, it's the best feeling in the world for him

Sometimes his nose bleeds.... yeah...

363 notes · View notes

wintfleur · 3 months

Note

I always have felt like Sam is the type of boyfriend to post tons and tons of photos and videos of reader on his instagram and another social media apps. He’s constantly snapping pictures of reader. She could be using the restroom, tying her shoes, in the middle of a hike and there he is with his phone pulled out like a facebook mom taking a picture of reader. Since they’ve started dating his camera roll is flooded with pictures and videos of her. His lock screen and home screen is a picture of her. He keeps a picture of her in his wallet and in his car. And I also love to believe that he will look at his lock screen before a game because he tells you that your his “good luck charm.”

-🧸

Ps: I have tons and i mean tons of Sam thoughts but I will feel so so bad if I flood your inbox with them lol.

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( don’t feel bad nonnie !!! I would love to read/answer them !!! It just might take me a minute to answer them all, feel free to send them in, who are some other people you like besides Sam nonnie ? )

His instagram feed would be filleddd of pictures of you, but if you weren’t comfortable with having your face out for the public to see he would post pictures without your face in them, he would find a way to show off his girl as long as you were comfortable with it. But if you were okay with your face being seen . . . omg he would go crazy, your all he posts.

he loves taking pictures of you, no matter what you were doing. His camera roll would be filled of pictures of you, he would have albums designated for you. And whenever he missed you or when he was away from you because of football, he would scroll through his pictures of you because he misses you so much.

His Lock Screen is definitely a picture of his girlfriend and then his home screen is the picture of you and him. That’s such an adorable idea of him looking at your picture on his Lock Screen before his game as a good luck charm, I can totally see him doing that !!! And in his wallet is a polaroid picture of you that your friend took, you gave it to him after noticing his eyes drifting to the picture on your desk a few times when he was in your room. He has pictures of you and then pictures of the two of you together in his car, smiling whenever he sees them, his mood getting better whenever he sees you.

I can see his gf getting a personal photo shoot and framing all the pictures to give to him as a gift, he loves them so much !!! And I can totally see him having his own collection of private Polaroid pictures of you (sexy ones 🤭) that he brings with him when he’s on the road. He’s so obsessed with you <3333

#﹕─┈ roro’s mailbox #﹕─┈ roro’s writing thoughts #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🧸୧˚ nonnie!#sam hartman #sam hartman x reader #nfl x reader

56 notes · View notes

azulock · 6 months

Note

Heyy hows your day/night been??

I saw your looking for reqs so i just thought why not?? and decided to req something for yolos. Also im not really used to sending in requests so i hope im saying the right things.

I was wondering if you could do like a headcanon of the bllk characters (your choice) with fem!reader when they see a familiar face. Like a previous one night stand ykwim?? But then that was like one of their most special moments or something like that.. SORRY im really bad at explaining but if you refer to the song 'A Night to Remember' by laufey and bea it might make it easier to understand..

if this request is way too hard to write about or uncomfortable for you, feel free to ignore it !! i just thought itd be a new idea:))

TY!!

Sorry for the time it took nonnie, this was a little hard for me to tackle, and you are totally fine sweetie, it's ok <3 This isn't much but I hope it is what you wanted, or at least matches a bit!

Kunigami

The one who doesn't wanna talk about it, he is over the whole thing of course but he feels bad for even remembering. It's not that he felt desire when he saw the person but the sense of nostalgia feels wrong for him. He feels like it shouldn't even cross his mind, really, so it feels to him like a betrayal of sorts. If you don't notice he lets it go, might mope a little bit but ends pretty quickly. But if you catch on and ask him he will tell you what's bothering him but will try to talk as little as possible.

Shidou

The one who will openly talk about it, no problem what so ever. There is a chance he wouldn't even notice the person, to be honest, but if he does, he really doesn't care that much, thinking of the past isn't for him. He doesn't consider talking about the past a problem and doesn't think that remembering something that was good is any type of betrayal. So long as he isn't desiring the person it's fine. If you ask he won't have a problem about telling you but he also might not think it could upset you. It doesn't come from a bad place, he is just blunt.

Nagi

Chances are he won't notice the person, no matter how good it was he isn't one to notice things or people unless they are straight up in front of him. But if he does notice he will probably take a while to actually remember, he'll feel like he should remember and it'll take a while for his brain to catch up. Just shows you that he doesn't care, sure it was great, but he has something else now, thinking of the past is a hassle. If you notice, he'll tell you what he is thinking about, might hesitate though, thinking that your reaction could be troublesome.

Reo

Another one who won't want to talk about it and feels bad for even noticing the person in first place, and remembering what they had as that good when he has you makes him feel a bit sick with himself. Really does make his insecurities flare up, the feeling that if he is even thinking about the past he isn't being a good boyfriend to you. Will try to compensate his anxieties by being an extra good boyfriend, which could alert you. If you ask him seriously he will answer, he's gonna tell you about it and be all apologetic as he does.

Oliver

Ok so Oliver is a special case, if he is still a trash bag, oh well, this isn't gonna go over well at all. But if he has matured over his slut era at this point, he won't care. He will laugh about it even. He's gonna remember, sure, but in that weird way where you feel like your past was so different that it's alien to you. Wouldn't have a problem telling you about it but will also say that it feels like a lifetime away from him. It will probably just work to leave him struck with the notion of how different he was before to what he is at the moment.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #oliver aiku x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #ryusei shido x reader #mikage reo x reader #kunigami x reader #ryusei shidou x reader

78 notes · View notes

stagefoureddiediaz · 14 days

Note

so do you think if buck and tommy don't break up in episode 6 that they're gonna be breaking up the next time tommy appears which would be in 9 or 10 and it'll be a mutual/amicable break up because of Buck realizing his feelings for Eddie?

Hey Nonnie

Why would they be breaking up in episode 6???

That’s never been a thing that would happen.

There are two options at play her really - the first is that they will come to some kind of natural conclusion in episode 9 or 10.

Or the second option is that they’ll end the season together and will end some time early in season 8.

Either way it may or may not have to do with a buck feelings realisation - neither get in the way of buddie if that is what you’re worried about. All the chess pieces are moving into place nicely - Eddie still has a way to go on his journey - he has a lot to work through and isn’t ready for Buck at all yet and the show is dropping anvils that that’s where they’re going with his arc - we just don’t have a timeline yet.

Buck getting to be happy and have a good relationship for a period - while he discovers more about himself and while Eddie does that work on himself is no bad thing. Buck will also get to grow and learn - and get to a place where he is also ready for Eddie - for forever. Because as things stand right now - I don’t think Buck would handle a feelings realisation well at all - in fact I think it would be detrimental to buddie. For starters buck doesn’t really know how to have a healthy relationship - all of his have been some level of toxic. Secondly, tying bucks newly awakened queer identity to his feelings for Eddie in that way - so quickly - would potentially send buck spiralling at this moment in time in an unhealthy way- slowly figuring it out over time as he dates Tommy is a much more interesting narrative - and plays into why they’ve chosen to have Tommy be such an obvious version of Eddie - we the audience know and can see what’s going on but oblivious buck (being true to character and being oblivious!) slowly connecting the dots - in a way that frustrates the audience - the pay off for us is far more satisfying - and it’s a more realistic story and more ground breaking for a queer love story on network television!

We don’t want them to rush together because buddie is end game - the last relationship either will ever have - so then getting to a great place individually before they start something is really great and really important.

Plus don’t forget this cat and mouse type narrative is fun too - buck fell first but didn’t realise - Eddie fell harder but didn’t realise until he got shot - then Eddie had to hide it - then he had a grief spiral ,Buck in a coma) - then he got so good at keeping it buried he started dating Marisol - at which point Buck had an almost epiphany but has mistaken it for Tommy rather than Eddie.

Eddie who is now unpacking the bit of himself that will allow him to actually embrace his queer identity. Eddie who panicked - asked Marisol to move in with him when he realised Buck was single again - then decided to only back track a bit rather than ending things when he realised Buck wasn’t in fact single and was also bi and now dating Tommy - because being single and alone when the man you’ve been in love with for so long is no longer single and is now actually in a relationship with a man - that means he was an option is not a fun place to be - so staying in a relationship that’s meh but ok is preferable to him.

Basically - the show seems to be setting this up for a full arc in 8a, leading to buddie canon. I genuinely at this point don’t think they’re doing to have any form of Eddie actually stating his queerness in the rest of 7 - I think they will continue to make it blatantly obvious thats where it’s headed but I think they’ll save his story for 8a - which is the best place for it imo - where it can be done properly.

So why shouldn’t buck get to be happy with Tommy for a bit in the meantime?? He’s earnt it!

This gif a bit out of control, but I hope it’s interesting!! 💜💜💜

#kym answers things #Nonnie asks #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 abc #bucktommy #tevan #kinley #I still don’t know which ship name we’re using!

38 notes · View notes

snickerdoodlles · 11 months

Note

May I please get a headcanon about Korn's (hopefully soon) death

nonny u are speaking my love language. i think you will be delighted to know that tortoise and i are so consistent in killing off Korn in our fics that i even have a patricide bingo chart to keep track of everyone who gets a crack at patricide.

however, posting that would be spoilers, so instead have some gashlycrumb tinies: Korn edition, i spent much too long thinking about (ty @majestictortoise who gave me the idea and helped me finish the list 😂❤❤❤)

patricide bingo

A is for accident, he fell off a balcony B is for backfired, a plan not thought through C is for Chay, who just shot him one day D is for drowning in the Deutsche Bank pool E is for eels, which all villain lairs need F is for family, taking turns stabbing G is for garage, with the engine still running H is for heart attack, reported as natural I is for injection, delivered under the tongue J is for jungle, stranded for dead K is for killbox, a conspiracy’s end L is for lye, stripping skin from bone M is for middleborn, pushed past his limit N is for nepotism, his heir’s cleaning house O is for outsourced, the boys deserved a vacation P is for predator, snapped up like a mouse Q is for quick, the brothers fresh out of patience R is for revenge by a kidnapped victim S is for smothered under his down feather pillow T is for trampled, a true accident after all U is for united, his sons joined together V is for Valium, a bad mix with whisky W is for wrench, Vegas came out swinging X is for Xanax, it’s even worse with both Y is for youngest, breaking out of the loop Z is for zipper, he ripped off his dick

Send an ask, get a headcanon

#this list contains so many spoilers #not saying which ones #kinnporsche #if i was really good i'd make this into a proper rhyme #ha h #ask game: headcanon gacha

93 notes · View notes

littlemissmanga · 9 months

Note

hi! saw your 200 word blurbs requests!

can I get #9 or #1 with Jesse? whatever floats your boat, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it either way!

thanks for considering!!

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Nonnie!!!! I did NOT forget about you! I had this in my drafts and I thought I had posted it. Thank you so much for your patience!!

As much as Jesse would love to see you in his shirt, I haven't done No. 9 yet, and I think it's time someone got tied up.

Pairing: Jesse x gn!Reader

W/C: 828 (I did not hold back on this even a little bit and I'm not sorry at all).

Warnings: M, Juicy Jesse being himself. Talk of bondage, filthy desperation, just absolute filth and sin, but no action. just the promise cause I'm a horrible tease :) Minors DNI

Divider by @samspenandsword <3

Also, this functions as a pt 2 to the Jesse kiss prompt :)

Dinner was only half done. The table still wasn’t set. You hadn’t even changed into the cute outfit you bought just for tonight. But with the way Jesse was kissing you, you doubted any of that mattered to him.

It’s his fault for not calling, anyway.

So, you decided not to let it bother you, either. You melted into his kiss, molding your lips to his as his gloved hands slid underneath your shirt, the rough fabric scraping deliciously across your skin. The rough stubble of his jaw chafing your lips and chin, but each scratch just fueled your need. The burn was a constant reminder, even when he pulled away to pant against you, that he was here. Home. Safe.

“Bed. Now,” he barked, his command only undercut by the breathlessness of his voice. Your stomach swooped at the total control he kept over himself, even as his need became evident. You planned on making him a little needier.

He was so fun when he lost control. And you wanted to be taken for a ride tonight.

With a flirty smile, you quickly shut off the stove, Jesse’s presence looming behind you, silently urging you to move faster. He was at his limit, and you loved it. Now he needed to bring you to yours.

You took his hand and pulled him into your room, letting go and slipping your shirt over your head. You turned away from him to face your bed to strip off your pants as you heard his armor falling to the floor.

Waiting …

Any moment now …

A low growl rumbled from behind you as a warm, bare chest pressed to your back. You held your breath to stop the shiver from racing down your spine.

“Mesh’la?” His tone was unnaturally calm considering, and you knew you wouldn’t be walking much tomorrow.

“Yes, baby?”

“Why is there rope next to the bed?” Jesse asked as if inquiring about the color of the bedsheets, nipping lightly at the tops of your shoulders.

“Oh, that.” Your Cheshire grin had taken over your face as you turned in Jesse’s grasp. “I wanted to do something special to welcome you home.”

The Republic cog tattoo on his forehead shifted as he raised a cocky eyebrow. “And you’re planning on tying me up?”

“Hm, maybe. If you’re good,” you tease, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck and earning a chuckle from him. “But actually, you said something on our last call …”

Tilting the tone at the end of the last word, you let your voice fade, the embarrassment of actually saying what you had in mind stealing your words. You looked at him expectantly, hoping your smart ARC trooper would remember the words he let slip so casually that had you teasing yourself in his absence several times over the past few days.

Jesse’s eyes — the ones you insisted were the “kindest in the GAR” despite being shared by so many others — sparkled with mischief.

“Go on, gorgeous. Tell me.”

He wasn’t going to go easy on you. Not that you really wanted him to. You could already feel yourself getting wet at being forced to admit your desires.

“You said you …” You paused and leaned forward to bury your face in his neck, taking in the scent of regulation soap and sweat that was uniquely your Jesse. Liking it or not, you still weren’t able to look at him directly just yet. “You said you can’t wait to see how many times you can get me to come.”

You damn near purred as his arms came around you, holding you nice and tight as his hand traced your spine.

“I did. And I plan on finding out tonight,” Jesse promised in a low voice, his lips right next to your ear. “But that doesn’t explain the rope.”

You nestled closer, running your tongue wide and wet over his Adam’s apple. You felt his cock twitch against you through his blacks.

“If I’m tied up, I can’t pull away.”

Jesse spat a curse as he lifted you and tossed you roughly onto the bed. In a flash, he was on top of you, pinning you beneath him. He reached between you to run a single, thick finger along the seam of your underwear, making you writhe against him.

“Oh yeah, can’t have you squirming now, can we?” He teased, but you couldn’t answer as his finger pressed harder against you. “You wanna be all tied up like a pretty present for me so I can thoroughly ruin you?”

You nodded frantically, delighting in the wicked smile that spread over his face. Jesse leaned to the side, grabbing the rope and pulling it through his hands just to see your eyes widen at the sight.

“Well, then. Let’s get started.”

Taglist: @dreamie411 @wings-and-beskar @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @wolffegirlsunite @secondaryrealm

#juicy jesse #juicy jesse strikes again #I really don't know why he comes to me so easy #or why I get so filthy with him #he's just special I guess #tcw jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #clone thirsting

53 notes · View notes