#also do you know how fucking hard it is for me to draw skinny legs. i have 0 point of reference for that but i think red is teaching me
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i GOTTA actually draw these two together more the last time i drew them was in. 2020 i think. Red wasn't even a coyote then what's the point
#my very own ''sibling characters of all time''#i tried rlly hard to make them look like siblings when they got new refs this year. i think i pulled it off while still being genuine to+#their original middle school OC forms lol#also do you know how fucking hard it is for me to draw skinny legs. i have 0 point of reference for that but i think red is teaching me
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tell me more about being maid of honour with best man Nathan Bateman… 👀
Warnings: Tipsiness, nudity, skinnydipping, Nathan being a flirty little shit
oh my god
this fucking guy
You've heard your friend's fiancé talk about him (and your ex, a tech-bro who practically lives in Elon Musk's jockstrap, also used to talk about him).
You don't meet him until the engagement party.
Nathan barely meets your eye until your friend tells him that you're the Maid of Honor, and then he offers, "Aw, cool. Best Man."
He shakes your hand, holds your gaze, and smiles.
"Hey if you need help, just, uh...Ask someone else."
Your friend and her fiancé laugh. Nathan grins like he'd just told the joke of the century.
You pull your hand from his in favor of going to the bar.
You'd done as he asked, leaning on the bride and groom's family and other friends to help you with the few wedding duties your friend asked your help with.
You're doing pretty damn well, too.
At least, you are until Nathan emailed the wedding party that he'd be flying everyone out to Vegas for the bachelor and bachelorette parties
He's be footing the bill for the hotel stay, too.
Fucking show off.
But when you board your flight and get seated in first class...Fuck, dude, you can't even be mad.
Look, he's kinda hot, alright?
And him leading the festivities for the weekend, lording his wealth and influence over you? Incredibly annoying.
But also kinda hot.
"You don't like me very much."
It isn't a question. Nathan just says it with matter-of-fact bluntness, eyes slightly glassy as he watches you from the other pool chair.
You turn back to the pool, pursing your lips. You're the only two left on the rooftop; the others went to bed at least half an hour ago.
You don't ask how many he's had; you know it's a few, but you don't think he's completely drunk.
"I'm the one doing all of the hard work," You sniff, "And you just swoop in like a frickin'...Guy who swoops and dazzle everybody."
"Including you?"
He's grinning as he asks, and you sigh, nodding grudgingly.
"Including me."
There's a moment of quiet between the two of you.
It's not dead-silent—not in the least. You can hear the honking of car horns on the streets below, and the shrieks and crows of partiers walking the strip. You watch the light lapping of the water against the sides of the pool.
"C'mon," You hear.
You look up to see Nathan standing. He wobbles a little before he draws his shirt off over his head.
"What?" You frown.
"You ever been skinny-dipping?"
You balk—at the question, and the wide grin on his face.
"What? No!"
"You've gotta release your inhibitions—feel the rain on your skin. Or the pool water. Whatever. C'mon," He nods you back toward the pool.
"It's the hotel's pool, Nathan," You point to the sign by the railing. "Skinny-dipping isn't allowed!"
"Do you always follow the fucking rules?"
He sounds so annoyed with you. He has no right—
"No wonder you're so boring," He adds, taking a couple more steps back.
Heat flares in your face. You shouldn't allow yourself to be taunted, or lured into a such a bad idea—
But you're already standing and trying to ignore the thrill that you feel as tug off your shirt and shove down your leggings.
Nathan grins, gaze sweeping your body as you near him, wearing your bra and underwear.
"All of it."
It's a little heavy on his tongue, bu he doesn't sound drunk—he sounds turned on.
You swallow thickly, confidence waning.
"You first," You deflect.
He chuckles and reaches down. Your eyes drop, watching him unfasten his pants, and then—
You're not prepared for the speed with which he shoves them down. Your mouth goes dry as you take in his entire body.
He kicks the shorts away with no shame before he nods to you. You reach back and find your fingers fumbling with the hooks on your bra. You'd typically be able to do this in a second, but goddamn, this man makes you nervous.
Before you can unfasten it, Nathan's front is pressed against yours, his fingers whispering against your back as he undoes the hooks. The cups hang limply around your breasts, straps sagging. You shiver, nose-to-nose with the man that's loosening you up.
His hand drifts down your side, fingers hooking in the waistline of your panties and giving them a tug.
"Those, too," He murmurs.
"Seems like you've already got a handle on them," You answer primly.
He just chuckles. Your body washes with heat as you shrug the bra off, flinging it toward where his pants were kicked. He lowers his gaze, openly oggling your chest.
When he begins to tow you back toward the pool, using the hold he has in your underwear, you follow step for step. He stills at the edge, fingers sweeping along your belly.
"I paid for this weekend, sweetheart. I'm not doing all the fuckin' work."
With that, he lets go, taking a step back and into the pool. You suck in a gasp, watching his disappear before he reappears, swiping the water from his eyes.
You hurriedly shove your panties down, kicking them away before you join him.
The water is cold, and as you bob back to the surface, you draw in a frigid gasp. It's like you've been snapped out of a waking dream.
"Oh, my—god, oh my god!" You shriek, turning and making for the steps of the pool.
Before you can get far, Nathan's arms curl around your middle, and he draws you back against him.
Your brows raise, mouth falling open as you feel his broad torso and hot, hardening cock. The feeling is so dissonant, so separate from the cool water lapping over your body.
"Already back to your fucking rules?"
It's a low, almost hypnotic murmur, coupled with a slow, teasing roll of his hips.
You hesitate before you shake your head, reaching back and pawing at Nathan's side. When he turns you, you find a darkness in his eyes.
His grin grows as he backs you up against the side of the pool, his tongue swiping along his lips.
Anyway, that's how you get caught making out with the best man and almost get the entire wedding party thrown out of the hotel.
#Nathan Bateman x Reader#Nathan Bateman x You#Nathan Bateman/Reader#Nathan Bateman/You#Nathan Bateman fic#Nathan Bateman imagine
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Got some interesting anons while I was hiking on vaycay. I've been thinking about how to answer these for awhile.
Content warn for detransitioner coping. Also me rambling at varying levels of tact. Obvs I'd appreciate any trans or detrans people who have something to correct or add to help this person.
Hi. So. 2 things you’re doing here that I think both cis and trans people mess up at all the time, especially when they're stressed.
One: Listening to other people more than yourself.
Two: Looking for other things to blame in a way that stops you from learning from your own choices.
I think I understand some of what you experienced, but the conclusions you’re drawing feel distorted and self-serving. It feels like you jumped from one prescriptive view (girls have to be boys in order to like certain things or talk to certain people) to another prescriptive view (masculinity is something you have to earn and perform in a certain way).
Anyone who critiques what you do or how you present yourself for not fitting a certain term has more in common with a 50s martini dad than they do with a walk-the-walk humanitarian. Personally, I am not interested in defining masculinity (or femininity, which I notice you didn’t claim to also have prereqs for)— I know some soft-ass bitch men who are still men. Standards for gender are arbitrary location- and time-specific rules. They’re also weapons we use to fuck with each other. Imo calling someone un-[gender] is kinda like telling a western teen with an ED that they’re not skinny enough: it's not helping anyone's health or peace of mind. The only point is to feel superior somehow.
I don’t see a point in setting hurdles for gender expression when I can instead worry about demanding unisex reasonable and rational interpersonal behavior.
(I also just find gender extremely boring. I was not raised to care much about who's doing what as what. Gender should matter in sociology, pronouns, fucking, and... that's probably it. Focusing on whether someone is performing something correctly or whether you should buy an enamel pin that says "spacegender" on it are both addictive navel-gazing activities that could be replaced with more demonstrative self-actualizing like making art, joining a hobby/activism community, or reading something you normally wouldn't.)
I don’t think I need to tell you that taking hormones in order to make friends is a very strange thing to do, no matter how young or lonely you are. I think you should check in with yourself ASAP to figure out why you sought out voluntary medical assistance to impress other people. (People who you assumed would only talk to you if you were trans…? So, possibly bad people.) This would never have occurred to me. (I am scared of needles.) This sounds like a tendency that will kick your ass more than just this once.
The nice thing about people is that you can walk away from one and find a better fit. If you're a weird chick, I hope you take pride in being a weird chick. I hope you make yourself hard to replace or replicate. I hope you learn to love unnerving or impressing people as you flip through them looking for the ones who "get" your wavelength. I would personally rather have no friends than to try to please someone who doesn't like who I actually am. That sounds exhausting.
If someone actually told you you can't use "she" pronouns while taking T, that person's a dorky little snot. "Uhhh, the Gender Bible says this is a violation of the Gender Commandments... I'm telling Gender God"— big deal. Gender Spankings and Gender Hell only exist if you believe in them. Fuck the system.
But yeah— you tried something, it was a mistake, and now you have to navigate life with it, like an impulse tattoo or juvenile leg-lengthening surgery. You are not a “mutant”, you just slid around the human secondary sex characteristics scale. My condolences on the beard and stuff. I think the best you can do now is to find a way to embrace it and let it make you an extra quirky gal. You have a dark past now! That means experience! You can use this flub to make yourself into a cooler, smarter person that future kids can admire and learn from, not someone obnoxiously bitter who they won’t even wanna talk to.
The way you describe your experiences/projections, I assume you were born after 9/11. The millennial trans people I talk to don’t talk about gender the way you’re describing. They grew up in the “no homo” and “I’m not like other girls” era, and I think it made most of them pretty "none of my business" about how people present overall. They just wanna be able to go out and be respected and loved.
I’ve noticed that Zoomers have perfected identity-based consumerism and putting yourselves(?) in boxes. I have traced a vague progression: GNC/queer people existing forever while being maligned -> “no homo” shit -> Tumblr wave feminism -> greater LGBT acceptance leading to freer expression (but still mainly via buying clothes and makeup) -> more people realizing you can fuck with gender and see if it solves your problems -> genderfuckery becoming a half-joking recommendation (I've experienced this directly) -> half-joking rehashes of gender essentialism without realizing it -> The Present, where I’m watching the early 20-somethings I know fret every few months about what gender/sexuality/mental health labels they should use, as if there’s going to be a quiz at the gates of Heaven.
Obviously I don’t get that last half. Part of that is because I’m cishet, and I’ve checked in with myself enough to know that there’s no other label that will solve any of my problems. I know that every time I acknowledge an autism semi-diagnosis, it makes me content with my flaws instead of trying to fix them. I would much rather be on thin ice and have to be alert to how my actions affect others than to be implicitly accepted because I called myself something. Again, what in you craves that kind of effortless belonging, even at the cost of your sincerest wants? Do you crave unconditional love, or would you prefer deep understanding? What can you feed to that need instead?
I'm friends with trans people because we share the same hobbies and worldviews. My friends do not seem to care that I'm cis as long as I'm respectful. I like that I can fuck with gender stuff around them and they won't judge. If someone jokes that I'm wrong about my own identity, I do get kinda embarrassed for them, but I also choose to take it as a compliment that they see themselves in me. Nobody can control what I do. I love being a good example and reminding people of all groups not to assume!
I also don't list identity stuff in my bios, so everyone has to give me a chance and guess based on how I act. Then... they find out they like me. >:)
Anyway. I hope you feel better! I hope you make some friends who aren't freaky-obsessed with gender, "critical" or not. I wouldn't mind hearing more from you, but also: I will not debate the validity of transness with you, because I think there are way more important things people do that we need to whine about. Also it puts me in a weird position cos I don't like to yell at anons.
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hey you. yeah, you
if you wanna, give me the best physical description possible of your human interpretation of any of the main 7. character and personality details will help too.
am i going to draw them? maybe- :))
ok so, I wanted to answer it much sooner and I got sooo excited, but then I also got intimidated because my design for Vinnie is so fucking stupid. But, I will try to describe him now as best as I can. Why only him? Well, because the rest of the humanized pets in my head are very similar to already existing human designs of them from other people who drew them as such. In short, if you saw drawings of their humanized selves especially from older fandom days (so like 2013-2015 or so) you have seen how they look in my head. Vinnie however... well, of course as my favourite specialest little guy gets extraordinary treatment, sooo that's why I will only stick to him.
I will try my best of course, but since I can't draw his design exists solely in my head, so stick with me as I try to untangle this mess, and so my human Vinnie physical interpretation here goes:
white, but like, really really pale, like almost sickly-looking pale. So white in very literal sense. Basically what you get in google images when you type in: very pale comlexion
freckles everywhere! Like, everywhere. On his face across his cheeks and nose and a lot of them, not just a few (honestly like you draw Sunil with freckles, just more)
short, really really short, my little guy is literally little so yeah. Also skinny, really skinny
ourple eyes of course and eye bags, really visible dark eye bags (the best feature any character can have in my humble opinion <3 adding eye bags to a character makes them instantly 1000x better to me)
fangs/very sharp canines, another comparision to yours, but kinda like your Russell except that they're not like sticking out from his mouth, just when his mouth is open, you know? Basic ass idea but oh well, he's my prettiest white boy
hmmm what elseeeee, no facial hair, hmmm uhhh idk, I was going to add here other things that he doesn't have in my design but I can't think of anything else rn
short uneven nails because he bites them <3 not as a stress-thing, he does that just because yeee
and finally, the elephant in the room, the most important thing - Vinnie hair, uh oh. This is so hard to describe I'm genuinely lost but I sure will try. First, I will try to provide some visualization which is here , I know, it's just pixiv generated image but that's the best we have. Aside from that we also have my best try at drawing his hair ona stickman in paint multiple times, one of those times is here. So yeah, this in not 100% accurate, but that's the best visualization. I will try to add some stuff though to properly describe his hair: it's long, waist-long, green of course, straight but not like fully sticking to his body basically a combination of those two images of Vinnie from the first linked post. That's the best I can do to describe his hair unfortunately, all you really need to know is that it's beautiful ✨
covered in bruises too, everywhere because you know
covered in blood
Now that I described his body to the best of my abilities, I suppose I should also mention his outfit. Well, this is one of the things I said a lot, but a hoodie in peak character design to me so yeah, a hoodie, a green one of course. Not one with a zipper, but it has a hood. For whatever reason I also imagine it without pockets? It's not that important but whenever I think of him in my head his hoodie doesn't have any pockets. Welp.
I also imagine him with three helix piercing on his right ear, all three being silver
Nooow, to be completely honest I never quite estabilished how he looks from the waist down. I'm not sure why, but this part has always been kinda vague for me. I know his pants would be dark, black or dark gray or something and not baggy, just kinda sticking to the body kind? Not jeans however! Maybe something akin to leggings? Maybe even leggings with foot straps? Yeah, I'd say probably that. And I never thought of what shoes he would wear either. I guess just some sneakers? But that's all I have.
Oh oh and also those cool black, fingerless gloves
I think that's all? I'm analyzing him in my head now so much, but I think I said everything. As for how well I described him? You judge that I suppose xd.
Jesus that was long, wasn't it?
As for personality? Well, I will try to generalize it as much as possible, because to really understand the way I see him obviously we'd have to go through all of my headcanons for him which is an obvious no right now xD there's too many of them. But in short: silly goofy ass, NOT stupid because no, I mean he's not a genius like Russell either but he has common sense pls, outward chill going but inward there's more happening behind scenes, his first reaction to anyone is being friendly, very loyal to his closest friends and also very determined, he doesn't give up easily. He however can't control his anger most of the time and gets jealous easily plus has abandonment issues.
Idk, I could go on and on about his personality, but again, that would require a much much longer post and/or reading laterally all my previous Vinnie stuff so yeee, I suppose I will end here.
Ok, now that that's done I just wanted to thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to talk about my special guy. And absolutely no pressure about drawing him, really! Especially given that half-baked description xd. But if you do wanna draw him, then omg. In such case (or if you wanna just in general) feel free to ask about any more details that I might have missed if you need.
Plus as I said, the rest of the humanized pets in my interpretation pretty much already exist, so I didn't include them. But, if you'd still like to hear about them then feel free to ask. Though maybe in separate asks, you see how long Vinnie took >.>. On the other hand, Vinnie always takes the longest because I have most details about him in any given situation.
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fucks me up so much that i love the way i look and i do believe i'm beautiful but i know that most people would consider me disgusting. i KNOW that, i've been made fun of so much and i've heard all the jokes about other people like me even coming from my own fucking friends. one time i opened up about this to my friend, about how i feel undesirable because of just how much bodyhair i have, and she said "just trim your bush man" AND I KNOWWW it was probably meant as a joke but god does it make me feel gross and pathetic. i really do find myself beautiful and i can't make my peace with the fact that to most other people i'm incredibly ugly because of my comically crooked teeth, moustache, sideburns, bushy eyebrows, happy trail and hair basically everywhere it can grow. even to some of my own friends my appearance is a fucking joke. it makes me so feel so fucking gross and alienated when i realise how much even people i trust fixate on the things they don't like about my appearance rather than idk my beautiful eyes or lips or nose or hair or figure or hands or legs or fucking anything. i hate that any confidence of mine is seen as political also! it's always the same, people love to talk about body positivity but the moment you aren't skinny, hairless, symmetrical, pale, unblemished and "normal" ur a gross fucking joke. i'm sick of it! i'm so sick of it, are there really no people who are genuinely fucking human around??? why do you have to go on the fucking internet and scour and wait and hope just to find a few people who don't find you fucking disgusting? why even if you surround yourself with people as queer as they come, you still hear these off-putting comments on the regular? and then they act like it's a matter of fucking personal preference. back when my friend made that comment about shaving ur pubes i asked her how is it that she's fine with eating someone out, but a bit of hair is where she draws the line, like that's gross and unhygienic as opposed to licking someone's piss slit, and she just kept arguing it's about preference. today she said "well i never said i wouldn't eat out someone with pubes, i'd just prefer not to...". like goddamn! and it gets hard to fight with the "it's just a preference argument", because yeah man preference is a personal thing that nobody can take from you, but good god is it used literally every time someone tries to open a conversation about sex and traits deemed undesirable by social norms. and what pisses me off even more is that this is such a small fucking thing! i'm just hairy, and i have crooked teeth. literally everything else about me is palatable. and yet still i am a fucking joke! how is this fair to anyone and how can people treat their own friends this way?
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"we should go skinny dipping" for noctitra?
[ prompts ]
prompt: skinny dipping
pairing: Nocte/Kit Fisto/Dara Idella (@spacerocksarethebestrocks)
tags: T, M/M/F, polyamory, surprise vacation, beach trip, non-sexual nudity (maybe semi-sexual but it's not overt at all)
ao3
big shoutout to Madz (@spacerocksarethebestrocks) for the polycule brainrot and also for beta reading this for me <3
It's something of an anomaly for Nocte to get deployed offworld.
His post is on Coruscant, running the ins and outs of the Guard's medical wing, chasing down commanding officers who refuse to account for their own health, doing his best to shield his shinies from the ugliness surrounding them. Even brief leaves of absence create a backlog of work that, frankly, are rarely worth the reprieve. It may not be the job he expected, back on Kamino, but it's the one he got. And he's damn good at it.
So he doesn't get pulled away, almost as a rule. Even if it wasn't such an inconvenience, he doesn't have a traditional battalion to follow to the frontlines. The need simply isn't there.
All of which makes it a shock when Dara requests a medic to escort her to Scarif, all the way in the Outer Rim. Not a Jedi Healer (that would be overkill), not a civilian medic (she'd hate to put them at risk), not a small squad of Coruscant Guard medics (surely it makes sense to send as few as possible). She specifically requests one of the Guard's CMOs, with a note that she would prefer they assign Nocte to her.
When any Jedi bothers to request one particular trooper, it's hard to rationalize denying them.
That's how Nocte finds himself in a civilian transport shuttle, kitted out in unpainted armor like a shiny, with Dara at his side. They draw more attention than he would like. Far more. A lone Jedi with only a single trooper. It's strange. Nocte can't really blame them for staring.
He also can't speak up to ask what the hell is going on, not in such a poorly secured space. His helmet speakers are turned off and that won't change until they land.
The trip to Scarif takes 95 hours. Six flights; five passenger carriers and one cargo craft. Five refueling depots. Countless scenarios where if push came to shove, the sheer volume of bodies could overwhelm them with ease. Before they board the last ship, Dara shoves a change of clothes and a large pack into his arms. So goes the bulk of his bodily protection, stuffed into a backpack and exchanged for what amounts to hiking gear and a mask. Dara swaps her robes for street clothes as well. As much as Nocte hates it, they practically disappear from watchful eyes.
With the end in sight, he assumes that the worst is behind them. They situate themselves in the cargo hold of a freighter and despite himself, he almost relaxes.
It proves to be a mistake.
The last leg of their journey is less a landing than a freefall.
More specifically, it's Dara giving him a rushed minute to strap on a parachute then ushering him out of the bay and into open air.
Only when he's collapsed on the ground after cutting himself loose from his 'chute - which got tangled in a tree and left him dangling precariously - does he tear off his mask, bury his face in his arms, and curse loudly. In several languages. Colorful enough that even Wolffe would chastise him.
Dara knows better. She waits for him to peel himself from the damp, pungent dirt and come to her.
"What," he says evenly, "the Sith-fearing fuck."
"Are you hurt?" is, of course, her first question.
Nocte blinks at her. Her clothes are as torn up and filthy as his own, but there's no evidence of injury. Granted, she's not up and walking yet. They'll both be bruised, at minimum.
"No. Are you?"
"No." She stands with as much grace as he's come to expect and steps into his space, searching for something on his face. "Welcome to Scarif."
"Dara–"
"No one outside the GAR and the Order knows we're here," she continues. "No one knows exactly where we are on the planet. We're alone, or as close to it as we can be."
"I still don't–"
"Do you trust me?" The words alone are almost accusatory, but her tone borders on pleading.
"Dara."
She crosses her arms and raises a brow. "Well, do you?"
Nocte's shoulders slump as he blows out a sigh. "Of course I do. You know that."
"Then trust me," she says, smiling sharply. "We have a couple miles to walk, then I'll explain everything."
—
A couple miles roughly translates to a 15k hike over uneven jungle terrain. They don't talk much, only breaking the silence with warnings about the route or to relay oncoming transmissions. It gives Nocte enough time to conclude that Dara probably has her reasons for being cryptic. She's never led him astray before, and he does trust her with his life.
His frustration fizzles out. The brain-numbing sameness of putting one foot in front of the other eventually becomes similar to a light meditation. When the jungle breaks out onto a sprawling beach with soft sand and crystalline water, it threatens to take his breath away.
When he spots a tiny log cabin further along the treeline, and Kit gods damned Fisto standing shirtless in its doorway, confusion wipes away his newfound peace of mind. Kit heads toward them and Nocte turns back to Dara, knowing that his question will be written all over his face. And for whatever it's worth, she cuts straight to the point. Just like she always does.
"So," she says, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. "There's no mission here. Not really. I'll have to take a day before we leave, but we have nine days to treat like a vacation. This was… not the only way, but a way to get you some time off and away from the city. Plus, Kit was able to dump his battalion on a different beach, give them a break, and meet us here. I couldn't explain where anyone else might hear, since this is probably breaking so many GAR rules, but yeah."
And that's just. "You're completely ridiculous," he manages through disbelief. "You could've warned me, though. I'm– shit, I was so stressed about this. All of that travel? The lack of security?"
That edge of concern returns to her face and her gaze drops to the ground as she takes a breath. "I know. I'm sorry, love. I wanted this to be a surprise, but it's tricky with all the military restrictions and scheduling conflicts and everything else. I'm sorry."
It does help to know that the 422nd is getting some downtime too, and Dara's long overdue for a break. Nocte hasn't seen Kit in person in months either. The war spirals further every day. No one's really, truly coping well.
Maybe rash decisions are warranted.
"I know," he says, softer now. "I understand. It's still ridiculous, and you're ridiculous, and I love you, so I guess that means I'm ridiculous."
"Maybe a little bit." Her tone is still sheepish, but there's a shine in her eyes that Nocte hasn't seen in a long time. "I love you too."
Any further discussion is shelved when Kit skips hello altogether, takes Nocte's face in both hands and crashes their lips together with an air of desperation. A broken noise escapes Nocte before he can stop it, but he can't be bothered to care. All the recent nights, long and cold and lonely, get lodged somewhere in his throat, hitching his breath. Kit's lips are warm and his grip is strong, twisted in the back of Nocte's hair. He feels like home.
If he sways forward when Kit finally pulls away, no one can rightly hold it against him.
If he gets caught smiling like a lovestruck fool when Kit turns to Dara and pulls her into an equally heartfelt embrace, so be it.
They're all alive. They're all together. That can be enough. Kit drags them back to the cabin and into bed before exhaustion knocks them flat on the sand, and it's relief.
Sleep can wait.
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The ocean on Kamino was a terror. Frigid temperatures shook cadets to their cores and neverending storms sent vicious waves skyward. Their limited aquatic training was among the most dreaded stages of cadets’ curriculum. Pneumonia was unavoidable. Some of them swore up and down that they could never breathe as well afterward, even years down the road. As such, the vast majority of the clones have a healthy fear of open water. Nocte is a part of that majority.
He hasn’t seen an ocean since the war broke out, and hasn’t had any qualms about it. It’s one of the few perks of Coruscant. When they’re on shore leave, Monnk and his boys comment on the absence of natural bodies of water like it’s a flaw instead of a feature.
Privately, Nocte thinks their brains are probably waterlogged. Ongoing proximity to Kit probably has some adverse effects on one’s judgment, as well. Still though.
The ocean on Scarif is peace. Its waters are clear and calm and the antithesis of Kaminoan chaos. He almost can’t believe it. The sunset on the horizon is an explosion of orange and pink that reflects off the ocean’s surface like a mirror, a seamless painting of warm color, broken only by wispy clouds overhead. Birds overhead and the gentle wash of surging water are the only sounds to break the silence; there’s not another soul in sight on the shoreline.
Kit and Dara are around somewhere, but they’ve left him to his own devices since he wandered from their cabin. Maybe they knew this would be significant for him in some way. Maybe they’re desensitized to the simple sight of the ocean. Maybe they’re just preoccupied, napping or fucking or scavenging for snacks. Regardless. For the first time in his life, Nocte stands alone with the sand between his toes and the ebbing tide licking up around his ankles, and some of the weight that presses down on his shoulders at all hours dares to lift. He’ll have to comm Remedy or Carrion in the morning and check in, but for now…
For now, he can breathe.
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It can’t be long before the sand crunches behind him and the breeze carries over the quiet chatter of Kit and Dara’s conversation; the sun is still a sliver of light in the distance and the temperature is only just starting to drop. Kit presses himself close against Nocte’s back and loops his arms around his waist. The lingering scent of burning charcoal clings to his clothes from cooking dinner. Relaxing back into his hold, Nocte tucks his head into the crook of Kit’s neck.
Dara carries on past them, stepping deeper into the water and turning her face to the sky, Wrapped in loose, flowing layers of light fabric, she cuts a stunning figure, backlit by the remnants of the sunset.
“Quite a view, isn’t it?” Kit voices Nocte’s thoughts precisely, too softly for Dara to hear.
Nocte hums his agreement. “‘s beautiful. I still can’t really believe it. You’re both insane.”
Kit snorts like he must be joking, but it's true. Despite the fact that the consequences seem far away and– well, inconsequential, he can hardly imagine the sheer magnitude of blowback if someone was to find out that they pulled him off duty under false pretenses. Not only that, but it would undoubtedly come to light that the three of them are in a relationship. That could jeopardize Kit's position on the Council, Dara's reputation in the Order, Nocte’s credibility among his family. It could be absolutely catastrophic.
But now? Now, Kit's fingertips trace idle patterns into Nocte’s sides. His breath sends goosebumps up his neck. Dara's bundling her skirts up in her arms as she wades deeper into the water. Now, Coruscant and the Temple and the Guard are little more than a recent memory and a distant concern.
Maybe Kit and Dara are a little bit insane, but maybe you have to be, to find happiness during this hell of a war. Maybe Nocte is just lucky to have them. He twists his fingers through Kit's and breathes and watches.
Dara eventually tires of shying from the waves and of hiking up her clothes, so she pulls them over her head and turns back to her partners with defiance in her eyes. The bundle of her clothes hits Nocte squarely in the face a split second before she folds backwards, disappearing under the surface. At his back, Kit twitches, like Grizzer when he sees a tooka.
Folding Dara's clothes over his arm, Nocte smiles at the unspoken want. "You can join her."
"As can you," Kit says with a smile in his voice.
"You both should," Dara adds, surfacing nearby. Rivulets of water catch the dying light as they roll down the length of her figure and draw Nocte's gaze, over her chest, to the juncture of her hip, to the point where the surface laps at her thighs. "How have we never all been skinny dipping together?"
Kit's body heat retreats when he wades back to deposit Dara's clothes on their beach towel. "Apparently, a kidnapping is what it takes to get Nocte away from the Guard," he calls over his shoulder.
Which isn't fair.
Scoffing, Nocte opts not to dignify that with a response and rolls his eyes at Dara instead. "To be fair, there aren't that many swimming options back on Coruscant, or at least not in the Senate District."
"Have you not been to Zelle's?"
He raises a brow, pointedly. "No?"
"Subterra?" Kit tries. As he rests his hands back on his hips, Nocte grimaces and busies his own fingers with twisting his hair up into a bun, letting the breeze cool the back of his neck.
"Nope."
"What about–"
"Nowhere since Tipoca," he cuts Kit off - not rudely, but he gets a sense that the pair of them could probably name a dozen more spots. When he thinks about it, it makes sense for Nautolans to scope out pools and springs more thoroughly. "Well, we have a lap pool at the gym, but it's not exactly ideal for leisure."
Not that the ocean back home was, but Dara already looks like he kicked her tooka, so he omits that tidbit.
"You've never been skinny dipping, have you?" she asks sadly.
"'fraid not."
Whatever she's about to say gets cut off by Kit abruptly hiking Nocte's shirt up and maneuvering it over his head.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself," Kit echoes. Thick arms wrap around Nocte's waist as Dara approaches with a smile that radiates mischief.
She takes his face in both hands and kisses him firmly, pressing herself flush against him. Her skin is cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat of her lips and her tongue swiping into his mouth. With Kit sturdy and unmoving behind him, Nocte can do little more than return Dara's enthusiasm and let them pin him in place.
They've never been shy about their affinity for overwhelming him with affection - trapping him between them, holding him still and then smothering him with words and touches that white out his brain. Privately, he thinks it has something to do with how seamlessly they seem to slot together. Years upon years graced them with synergy that Nocte can't hope to compete with, and he doesn't try. His presence in the equation could be a hiccup or a speed bump or a challenge, but they don't treat him that way. They don't try to force him to fit their dynamic, but they do fold him into it. Physically and otherwise.
Plus, Dara just likes to push his buttons. To see how much he'll take before he starts bucking against the restraints they pose. Her fingers drop to the waistband of his shorts, like she heard his thoughts, as Kit sucks a bruise into the side of his neck, and Nocte has to swallow a whine.
Then, in one swift motion, his shorts drop down around his ankles. Dara beams up at him, all teeth and silent challenge. "This is skinny dipping," she informs him.
Nocte narrowly resists rolling his eyes again and brushes a thumb across her cheek, holding her gently when she leans into his touch. "My life is forever changed," he says, "I see the light, the galaxy suddenly makes sense, and I owe it all to being naked and wet."
Dara snorts and smacks his hand away. "Okay, smartass."
"Hm. You love my smart ass."
"Well, I certainly love your ass. What do you think, darling?" she redirects her attention to Kit, where his face is partially buried in Nocte's hair. "Is he getting the full experience?"
Kit's grip on him tightens, ever so slightly, and alarm bells start to ring.
"I don't think so," he says. His tone is entirely too innocent.
"Don't you dare." Nocte says as he tries to squirm out of his arms, but it’s too late.
In the same instant, Dara steps away and Nocte's world tilts sideways as Kit hauls him up over his shoulder. His jaw-dropping view of the ocean and the sky and Dara, just in general, is replaced by a downward angle over Kit's ass. Usually he wouldn't object to such a vantage point in the slightest, but, well.
The world shifts again, because Kit throws him bodily into the water. So goes his first skinny dip.
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Okay I have a compulsion to write just a little before I force myself to go back to daily life and prepare myself for Monday.
WHAT THE FUCK WHERE DID THIS TALL SKINNY ANDREW GARFIELD ASS BINCH COME FROM
I love and hate it all at the same time. It's already breaking my heart. He immediately ran up to me and caught me up in a big hug the moment he spotted me in front of the Contemporary Arts Museum. Like please sir I am very starved for affection and belongingness you cannot do that to me as a stranger. Yes, we had been texting back and forth and maybe that fostered some familiarity and kinship but still. :(
And then his comedic cadence is so gold I could not stop laughing. And I love the sound of his giggling. And he's so magnetic when he's talking to me like he wants me to come closer to him. Okay fuck me that sounds so delusional. But at the bowling alley when we were waiting for the lane he was joking me--I'll call it riffing because I liked the way he used it to describe something I was doing during the night. And he'd draw closer and turn away a little and come closer almost like a little dance and at some point I decided it was okay to be pulled toward that. We know how guarded I am with people. Men.
Speaking of other men, HE READ ME LIKE A BOOK I WAS TAKEN ABACK. How is it that so many other men have called me hard to read and he just knew all the times I was hesitating because I was hugely hung up on something in my mind.
And he listened to my PHT bullshit. I have no idea what he thought about the haldol zone but he listened and how the fuuuuuuuuck did I just tell him all of that in the middle of a museum. It felt like I told a 30 minute story wtfffffffff
I know he likes me. No one is going to listen to all of those stories and musings and analyses unless they like you. He was mirroring my body position on the couch in his hotel. He was catching little touches of me that I finally leaned into until we were stretched out on the couch, one of us on each end, our legs together. He had his glasses off and he looked so sleepy and I asked if I should go but he said he was just relaxed. He looked so relaxed. I think he needed this as much as I did. I hope not more....that would break my heart. I was so emotional on the way home because I keep meeting these people that are not meant for me. (He's here for work. His home is very far away.) I cried to Rilley. And I was also angry with myself imagining him alone in his hotel and I wanted to go back and keep him company. All because of the way the was holding my hand tightly like he didn't want to let go. And the look in his eyes.
WHAT IS MY PROBLEM THIS IS A STRANGER
MAYBE I SHOULD TEAR OFF MY SKIN
Dude absolutely fuck that lady for talking about the Greek myth of soul mates at the table in the museum when we were all making collages :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( I CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT.
I'm so desperate to find that home. I cannot be in bowling alleys telling myself "If I hit this strike, this is my husband." WTFFFFFFFFFFF STOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
I'm going to simply pass away. When we were kissing goodbye in my car he pressed his hand against my chest and I just realized that's what I used to do in PHT in that same spot to self-soothe SHUT THE FUCK UP
I have got to stop connecting dots. I have got to stop mining for depth. I'm only going to destroy myself.
But I am going to see him again.
When I asked over the last week what has been his favorite thing and he said 'today' ;__________;
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Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!
stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]
A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿
Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble
Word Count: 1.5k+
Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation
You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.
“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.
“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.
The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.
“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.
“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.
“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”
“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.
“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”
“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.
“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”
“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.
“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.
“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”
“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.
The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.
“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.
“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.
“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.
When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.
“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.
“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.
“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.
He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”
“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.
“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.
“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.
Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.
Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.
The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.
He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.
“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.
“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.
“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.
Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.
“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”
Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.
“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.
“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”
“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”
“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.
“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.
“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.
“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.
“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.
“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.
“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.
“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.
“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”
“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.
“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.
“Dabi don’t say-.”
“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .
Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.
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Can u pls write something like dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school lifee😈😈
okay this is a lot for a headcanon but I don’t have time to do a whole oneshot BUT I also really like it so we’re gonna just make a longass headcanon here we gooooo
warnings for heavy dub con, choking, slapping, degradation (by steve), bullying (by the reader), abortion mention, brief mention of/implied assault.
“heyo pipsqueak” you called out to get steve’s attention, laughing when he frowned. “looks like you grew a whole inch over summer, be sure to have your mom draw a line in pencil on the doorframe.”
he just rolled his eyes and got back to chatting with his friend. not friends, friend, cause he only had one: bucky, who snarled at you as well.
“pick on someone your own size, if you can find somebody with as big a head as you,” bucky shot back, making you scoff.
“you know, it’s a shame you hang out with this deformed freak, you could’ve been popular. you’ve got the looks for it.”
“I’d rather keep my brains, thanks,” bucky explained as you walked away with your posse of fellow popular kids.
you didn’t used to be so mean to steve. it was sort of a comedy of errors, really. you two had been friends in elementary school-- you, him, and bucky were the rambunctious trio up until middle school.
things change for boys and girls in middle school. guys just get along with each other and don’t think about it much. girls, though... girls need to be sharp. it’s eat or be eaten. and you wanted to eat.
you were lucky that you developed early. it meant that girls respected you and boys feared you-- not just for your attractive features but for the fact that you loomed a foot over most of them.
you started to take advantage of it. and by the time you realized you had feelings for your best friend steve, it was already too late-- he was at the bottom of the food chain and you were at the top.
you told your new girl friends that you wanted to take steve to the sadie hawkins. they laughed at you. for a moment, you felt what it was like to be outcast and you never wanted to feel it again. so, you told steve and bucky that you’d grown apart. and you were happy to just be former friends...
it was steve that started it. he called you out. he told you that you were nothing like who he used to know-- you had become vapid and cold and narcissistic.
“you’re so busy worrying about what other people think, you never take the time to think for yourself.” that was what he said. and it fucking hurt.
“saw you talking to your boyfriend steve the dweeb,” your friend tanya announced at lunch just a few minutes after that conversation. and you were angry, and hurt, and truly friendless despite being surrounded by other popular girls. so you said some things you could never take back.
“steve? as if. did you know he still sleeps with a security blanket? and he has his friend bucky fight for him every week cause if he took a punch he’d crumble to dust?”
and so, mortal enemies were formed. it only got worse in high school, as you fought to secure your title at the top while steve and bucky’s presence filled your heart with guilt and your gut with anger.
if only you’d known how quickly you could fall from your high horse.
it started when you dated tanya’s ex, brock. she was made so she spread a rumor that you would fuck any guy on the football team, even all of them at once.
apparently, a lot of people believed it since tanya had been your sidekick since 6th grade.
two football players believed it. and when you wouldn’t follow through on it, you got yourself a black eye.
that meant you missed school for a week because you couldn’t possibly show up looking like that. tanya told everyone it was because you got grounded and sent away to church camp after your parents caught you in bed with one of the neighbors. so now your reputation was ‘sleeps with football players and old men.’
only brock had been there for you.... but it turned out he had motives of his own. you had originally planned to wait until college, but brock was clearly wanting something in return for putting up with dating pariah #1... so you let him take your virginity.
the condom broke. when you dashed to the trash can to hurl in the middle of history class, you knew something was wrong. (and lost that many more social points in the process.)
brock dumped you the second he found out you were pregnant. didn’t even help you pay for the abortion. he got back together with tanya and told her the real reason for your ‘medical absence’. and that was the last straw for the former homecoming queen.
the humiliation drove you to some.... poor choices, for the next few years. you tried not to think about them now, but it was hard not to when their consequences were staring you right in the face: no money, no job, nearly homeless, and desperate.
over a hundred job applications later, only one had called you back and scheduled an interview. and you only needed one.
so there you were, waiting in the chilly lobby area while the receptionist typed away and chomped her gum, tapping your toes and glancing out the window occasionally.
you were surprised when you had been told your interview would be on the 51st floor. you sort of assumed it would just be some random manager interviewing you, not somebody important enough to have a waiting room like this, or a view like this.
when a man stepped out from the nearby hallway, your eyes went wide. he was tall, and handsome, and obviously muscular underneath the exquisite suit. you suddenly felt underdressed in your hand-me-down business clothes.
then he called your name. and you realized he was going to interview you.
you stood up and nodded. “you can follow me to my office,” he instructed with a smile, leading you down the hall to the corner office. you were in awe of the grandiosity of it all. you were dumbfounded when you saw CEO on the door.
“there must have been a mistake,” you explained as he shut the door behind you. “I... I’m just interviewing for an entry-level position.”
“no, there’s no mistake,” he shook his head, “I have you exactly where I want you. take a seat.”
he circled his desk and sat on the other side of it, resting his elbows on the desk and giving you an oddly smug smile. an awkward silence was finally broken when he realized, “you must not remember me.”
“I... have we met?”
“I don’t blame you, I look pretty different,” he shrugged. “I must’ve grown a whole inch this summer.”
you gave him a confused look before realization dawned on you, along with shame, and fear.
“oh... oh my god, Steve?!” you squawked. he just grinned. “you look... you look...”
“taller?”
sexy.
“you look great!” you said aloud instead.
“yeah,” he agreed, “wish I could say the same for you.”
you swallowed dryly. “so that’s what you want,” you sighed, “to get back at me. I understand. I deserve it...”
“I don’t want revenge,” he denied. “I’m just sorry to see you haven’t been... thriving, since high school. your job history--” he scanned your resume briefly-- “well, you don’t have one. have you been slumming it all this time?”
“without my parents’ money? yeah,” you admitted.
“surprised you applied here, instead of turning tricks on 5th and Columbus.”
your back straightened and your eyes went wide at that comment.
“I mean, you’re already dressed for it,” he smirked.
you stood up and crossed your arms. “if you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll leave now. I’m sorry for everything I did to you, steve,” you announced, voice shaky with oncoming tears.
“can you really afford to leave?” he pressed. “if you have a chance at a job?”
that, unfortunately, got your attention. “you... you might actually offer me something?”
“I will offer you something,” he corrected, “if you just sit down and listen.”
you relented, returning to your seat. you could stand a lot more insults if there was money on the line.
“to be honest, there’s no way I can hire you for the position you applied for,” he sighed. “you’re just underqualified. but I think I can create a position for you.”
you liked the sound of that. “what kind of position?”
“well, that’s tricky, seeing as you don’t have any skills,” he frowned, “except one. so that’s the one I plan on using.”
the look in his eyes made it all too clear what he was referring to, but as you shrunk into the leather chair he went ahead and clarified.
“I’ll pay you whatever salary you saw in the ad. but you won’t be doing data analysis or office management or anything like that. all you’ll be doing is spreading your legs for me whenever I fucking want.”
fear shot up your spine; his eyes were devouring you, pinning you to the chair, and you tried to process that. “I--”
“before you say anything,” he interrupted immediately, “let’s just be perfectly clear that this might be your only shot at a real job. what I’m offering has better pay than stripping, and better benefits than hooking. and unless you have any education or experience I don’t know about, you’re totally fucked.”
“seems like I’m fucked either way,” you mumbled, making him laugh.
“see, you’ve still got that sharp tongue,” he grinned. “can’t wait to put it to better use.”
maybe it was just desperation for cash. maybe it was because he was good-looking and you could do a lot worse. maybe it was because, on some level, you felt like you deserved his punishment after how horribly you’d treated him.
“I’ll do it,” you sighed. “when do I start?”
he stood up and reached across the desk to grab your neck, glaring at you. “right now.”
his free hand was already fumbling with his belt, the one on your throat guiding you downwards. “on your knees,” he instructed, and you slipped out of the chair and onto the floor.
he let go of your neck and you figured he was going to come to you, but instead he stood still and demanded: “crawl.”
debasing as it was, you crawled on your knees to his side of the desk, and he laughed at you bitterly. when you reached his feet and popped back up, you gasped at the sight of his hard cock right in front of your face. it was bigger than your face. and it was dripping precum.
“don’t get so bug-eyed, you can handle it,” he grinned. “if your mouth’s as big as I remember...”
you didn’t want to hear any more. you just wanted to get this over with, so you quickly took his head between your lips and started to suck. you were shocked when he slapped you, hard enough to knock his length from your mouth and to make you reach up and clutch your stinging cheek.
“fucking whore,” he grimaced, “did I say you could put it in your mouth? god, you’re so fucking desperate. just open your fucking mouth and I’ll show you what I want, okay?”
you nodded and stammered an apology, looking up at him with watery eyes and an open mouth. he swiped the latest drop of precum on your tongue before gliding his cock over it, grabbing your hair to keep you steady as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.
“fuck, that’s better,” he sighed. “so much better when you just do what you’re told. I remember how you used to be so cruel with this mouth. now you’re being so welcoming...”
you just sat there and let him use your mouth, trying not to gag when he hit your throat.
“look up at me,” he instructed, “yeah, that’s it. can’t have you forgetting who’s doing this to you, now can we?”
that went on for a bit longer until mascara-stained tears streaked your face, which he seemed rather proud of.
“damn, wouldn’t mind having you swallow my come right now,” he admitted, “but I have bigger plans. get up, bend over my desk.”
you coughed briefly when he pulled out, but did as you were told. he instantly yanked your skirt up over your ass and spanked you several times roughly, making you sob and whine.
“wanna see this ass all bruised up in the shape of my hand,” he explained. “so we can both remember how hard I fucked you.”
he tore your panties like they were paper, chuckling when he found you already wet.
“dripping already, just from choking on my cock? poor baby...”
you spread your legs slightly, though you were sure nothing was going to adequately prepare you for his size.
“you figured out how to use birth control since graduating, right?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. “good. cause I’m not using a condom,” he continued as he let his cock glide over your folds, groaning slightly, “and there’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”
he pushed forward in one brutal stroke, making you cry out loudly. you really hoped these rooms were mostly soundproof.
“shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, already pulling back and thrusting back in. “clearly you recovered from your years of slutting it up in high school.”
“that-- that wasn’t true,” you defended.
“oh, just shut up,” he growled.
he fucked you fast and deep, his hips pushing yours into the edge of his desk with each thrust. his hands pinned you down at your shoulders, another reminder that you were entirely at his mercy.
“fuck, this is just what you needed... somebody to put you in your place. makes sense that it should be me, since you hated me so much.”
“I didn’t h-hate you,” you hiccuped.
“yeah, you wanted me, didn’t you?”
“always,” you admitted.
“wanted my fat fuckin’ cock to tear up your pussy? is that it?”
“yes,” you moaned, “yes, steve, wanted to be yours.”
“even when I was skinny and short?”
“even when you hated me,” you added.
he growled slightly and you felt your walls tighten around him suddenly. he chuckled, clearly aware that you were enjoying this.
“you want more, baby? want me to fuck you harder?”
“whatever you want,” you answered instead. “just use me however you want.”
he moaned and leaned down to cage your body in with his. “fuck, baby... you’re taking this better than I thought you would. such a good girl for me, huh? such a good little slut. want me to use you, baby? take all my anger out on you?”
“yes,” you whispered, sobbing when he began to fuck you more brutally than you thought possible. but it felt good. so good that your legs were shaking, so good that you felt even better when he tugged your hair.
“yeah, gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?”
you nodded and bit your lip.
“m’ close too,” he admitted, “you’re gonna be so full of my come, it’s gonna be dripping down your legs when you walk out of here...”
your orgasm made your body shake and your eyes roll back.
“fuck, I can feel you coming,” he groaned, “fuck, just like that-- fuck!”
you felt his warmth fill you as his cock flexed against your walls. you were busy trying to catch your breath when he slumped down on top of you and pushed the air from your lungs.
“damn... didn’t think I was gonna come that fast,” he sighed. “see what you do to me? fuck, I knew this was a good idea.”
sure, it felt good, but you were sure he was only going to get rougher and meaner the longer this went on. you couldn’t imagine how you were going to get out of here without somebody noticing your wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair and, as he’d pointed out himself, come all over your thighs.
“guess I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow, huh?” he chuckled, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek. you couldn’t answer, though, interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing. “oh, sorry, gotta get this.”
he reached for the phone and picked it up, bringing to his ear all without pulling out of you or even lifting his body from on top of yours.
“bucky, hey,” steve grinned as he spoke into the phone, looking down at you and stroking your hair, “you’re not gonna believe who I ran into today...”
#dark!steve rogers x reader#ceo!steve rogers x reader#dark!steve rogers hc#dark!steve rogers smut#Anonymous
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reverberate
Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Rating: Explicit (yes, that does mean no minors)
Summary: Javi shows you a secret spot.
Warnings: skinny-dipping | fingering | dirty talk | semi-public sex | daddy kink
Notes: This is part of @autumnleaves1991-blog’s Writer Wednesday, which means I wrote it in two hours and Dani didn’t beta it, which means it’s full of impossibly long sentences and a lot of embarrassing typos. This is also my first time participating in Writer Wednesday and I had so much fun, I will definitely be doing it again in future!
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Javi likes to surprise you. He likes to pick an outfit for you, to pack your bag for you, to tell you what shoes to bring, and you never know where you’re going to end up. He took you to Paris once and you had no idea where you were going until you spotted the Eiffel Tower from the plane. Another time, he took you to a nice, secluded restaurant in the mountains from where you watched the sunset together while you shared a bottle of the best wine you’ve ever had.
Today, he picks a light sundress for you, then sails his yacht to a part of the island you’ve never been to. From the sea, you can see mansions and private beaches, but it all has a run-down look to it, and once you come past abandoned shipwrecks you begin to feel uneasy. But then he anchors the yacht and leads you up the cliffs to an old, abandoned house that – he tells you – used to be a luxury hotel.
“Are you planning on buying it?” you tease him.
But he only smiles at you mysteriously.
Taking your hand in his, he leads you further inside the ruins that are overgrown with heavy, green trailing plants. He tells you to watch your step but guides you safely around the building as if this isn’t his first time here. You only stop once to gape at a chandelier twice your size lying on its side in the grand ballroom, as Javi calls it.
But your destination lies in a courtyard in the middle of the complex. It’s hidden from all sides by walls, empty windows gazing down at the two of you, as Javi puts down the heavy bag and makes a sweeping gesture. “We’re here,” he announces.
Your eyes immediately fixate on the pool that takes up most of the courtyard. The light blue color of its water is inviting after the hot climb up the cliffs. Javi follows your gaze.
“Go on then,” he says. “It’s why we’re here.”
You ask him to hand you a swimsuit from the bag he’s brought, but he only shrugs. “I’m sorry, baby, I think I forgot to bring one for you.”
There’s a challenge in his eyes as he says it, and you’re only too happy to accept it. You pull your dress over your head, unclasp your bra, and pull down your panties until you’re completely naked. He takes a step towards you, his mouth slightly open, but before he can say something or touch you, you take off and jump into the cool water with a loud splash that echoes around the abandoned hotel. You keep your head underwater for a while, enjoying the quietness, and when you come back up, Javi is there in front of you, his wet curls clinging to his forehead, as he runs a hand over his face to get the water out of his eyes.
He’s also naked.
“They say these ruins are haunted, you know,” he teases, a smirk on his face, as he swims towards you, his strong arms and broad shoulders cutting through the water as if it was air.
“Haha,” you reply dryly, kicking the water much less gracefully to move away from him.
“Not by ghosts,” he moves on. “This isn’t a cold, English marsh. I’m talking about mermaids, temptresses that lure men to their deaths with beautiful faces and beautiful songs.”
He drives you towards the edge of the pool until your back connects with the cold, hard stone. While you’re still trying to decide whether to go left or right, he already has you trapped with his arms caging you in, gripping the edge while pushing you even further towards the stone digging into your back. You lower your feet to discover that the water is shallow enough to stand, so you try to find a firm stance on the slippery floor.
“If you’re very quiet, you can hear their songs,” he whispers into your ear, his hot breath tickling your wet skin.
“Javi, stop it,” you giggle and try to push him away.
“Are you scared?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Why should I be?” you challenge with a toss of your head. “I have you to protect me.”
“No,” Javi answers, pretending to be thinking about it while he moves even closer to you, until you can feel his naked body press up against yours. “I’m a man. They’re after me. If anything, I need you to protect me.”
“Would you fall that easily for another woman’s charms?” you tease.
“They are supernatural beings,” he explains. “I couldn’t be expected to resist them.”
“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “And I could?”
“Well, I’m a great catch,” he answers with a shrug.
You swat his arm playfully. “Don’t overdo it,” you tell him sternly.
His expression changes then. His smile falters, his cheeks hollow, the vein on his throat, the one you love to kiss while he’s above you, pushing into you over and over, bulges dangerously. There is lightning in his eyes as they darken, as the muscles in his arms tense from gripping the stone behind you. Then the full weight of his body presses against you, solid and hard and strong. You try to draw back, you try to escape, and then his hand closes around the nape of your neck.
“Don’t I always take care of you?” he asks. “Don’t I make sure you have everything you need?
“You do,” you reply, trying to nod, but his grip is too tight.
“Don’t I buy you nice things? Don’t I take you out whenever you ask me to?”
“You do,” you repeat, squirming in his grip.
“Say it then,” he demands, his grip tightening.
“Yes.” Your eagerness loses some of its meaning when it’s just this word hanging in the air between you. “Whatever you want me to say, Javi.”
You feel something tickle your leg and it takes you a few moments to figure out what it is. Everything feels different in the water, slower, softer, like moving in slow motion through cotton candy. But there is no doubt about what he’s doing when he grips one of your legs and pulls, pulls until there is room for his strong hand, his thick fingers, and he buries two of them inside of you.
You let out a hoarse moan, one that echoes around the ruin, amplified by the old walls. Your arms shoot out of the water to grip the edge of the pool at the same time as your legs loop around Javi’s torso.
“Look at you,” he says, curling his fingers upwards, stroking that one spot inside of you until you tighten around him. “Always so eager.”
He lets go of the back of your neck and your head falls back immediately, your eyes wide open. There is a blue, cloudless sky above you, seagulls flying overhead, chasing each other, but you don’t see them, you don’t see anything, you just feel, feel Javi pulling his fingers out of you slowly, pushing them back in, pulling them out again, once, twice, three times, until your legs are shaking.
“So, tell me,” he says in a casual tone of voice as if this is a business negotiation, “tell me what I want to hear.
“God, you’re amazing, Javi,” you pant, his name followed by a hiss as his thumb brushes against your clit.
“I think you can do better,” he says thoughtfully, considering your face with mild interest.
You lift your head so you can look at him, watch him run his free hand through his wet curls before it comes to rest against your hip, brushing small circles against your wet skin.
“You’re always so good to me,” you go on, pushing up your hips, but he removes his thumb from your clit.
Before you can protest, there’s a third finger inside of you, and this time you scream, a roar that reverberates around you and scares away two birds on the roof of the ruin who take off with an angry flutter of wings.
“You’re always so tight, baby,” he observes with a grunt. “Always thinking about my cock inside of you, aren’t you?”
You don’t have to reply. At his words, you tighten around him again involuntarily, imagining what it would be like to have him inside you right now, what it would be like to have your chest shoved up against the stony side of the pool, what it would be like for his hand on your neck, your back, your hip, holding you in place, while he fucks you, the only sounds your breathy, desperate moans and the steady sloshing of the water. Your eyes close at this image, at imagining how full you’d feel, how stretched, and suddenly you feel it, the familiar tingling in your lower belly.
“Oh no, you don’t.”
His fingers are gone as suddenly as he pushed them inside in the first place, and you let out an embarrassing, frantic sob. But you compose yourself fast enough with a steadying breath.
“Yes,” you tell him, licking your lips. “Yes, I always think about your cock inside of me.” You move your hips under the water, move them closer to his middle until you can feel it, feel how hard he is. A roll of your hips elicits a delicious grunt from him, a repetition of the movement a low growl. “Do you want to put it inside of me, daddy?”
He stills your hips with an unrelenting grip before his fingers are back inside of you, stretching you open, stroking against a spot you can never reach when you do this yourself, when you try to pretend your fingers are his.
“Later, baby girl,” he says, his voice sweet like honey. “Let me take care of you first, okay?”
You nod eagerly, then let your head fall back again, closing your eyes. He sets a punishing pace now, one that makes you dig your heels into his back, one that turns your knuckles white from gripping the stone. Then his thumb brushes your clit again, lightly at first, but then with a sense of purpose, as he rolls the bundle of nerves under his digit until it is almost too much, until you’re almost too overstimulated to come.
“Hey,” you hear his soft voice through your hot, red, lustful haze. “Let daddy see your pretty eyes.”
You couldn’t resist him, even if you wanted to, you want him to see you come undone and have him know that it’s because of him, because he does always take care of you, because he does always make sure you have everything you need, because he does always give you whatever you want. Your eyes fly open, and you see him towering above you, a concentrated crease between his eyes, his eyes that are full of love and affection and devotion, and it’s all you need.
You come with a gasp that rips its way out of your chest as suddenly and unexpectedly as your climax rips through you. It turns into a moan, a wailing sound, as wave upon wave of deep, hot pleasure shoots through you. Javi doesn’t stop, not for one second, his fingers reaching deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust, until you stop twitching in his grip. Then he removes them carefully and helps you untangle yourself from his body.
He holds you upright as he kisses you, your face, your neck, your shoulders, your temple, and then he softly cups your face with both hands and says, “There is no prettier sight in this world than you coming for me, baby girl.”
You feel your face grow hot. “Shut up,” you tell him with an airy laugh.
“I mean it.” He kisses your lips softly, once, then with more force, until you open up and let his tongue explore every corner, drawing out delicious, desperate noises.
You pull away. “You’ve teased me enough for one day,” you tell him, the palm of your right hand pressed flatly against his chest.
“I’m only getting started,” he replies, pushing closer.
“If you keep that up, you will have to fuck me again,” you say, and it sounds like a warning.
“I’m planning on doing that, baby girl.” He gives you another small kiss. “But let me take you back to the yacht first. I want to be somewhere where I can give you my full attention.”
#the unbearable weight of massive talent#javi gutierrez x reader#javi gutierrez x you#javi gutierrez#pedro pascal#fanfic#pedro pascal character fanfiction#writer wednesday#claire this is for you!!
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you’re obsessed (just let me go): chapter 1
> this is like a sangwoo x reader + yoon bum x platonic! reader but it’s not in second person pov i hope that’s okay ^_^
> no one requested killing stalking but i already posted this on my ao3 so i thought i would post it here too and if you guys like it i’ll write more chapters !
chapter 1: standing there (killing time)
Let’s say you have a choice between saving your friend’s life, or saving your own. If you choose your own, you have to watch your friend die, but you get to live. If you choose your friend, they have to watch you die, but they get to live. Well, of course, you would sacrifice yourself to save your friend. It’s the right thing to do- it’s the only thing to do. But what if I told you that your death was guaranteed to be excruciatingly drawn out, not a quick shot to the head or cardiac arrest, but a slow sequence of stabs to the stomach with a dull kitchen knife still greased with the residue of lunch, each puncture simultaneously completely numbing, empty strokes pulling you closer to the mercy of unconsciousness, and also the most gut wrenchingly painful experience you’ve ever been through? Would that change your answer? What if I told you your friend was the one who got you into this situation? What if I told you that you wouldn’t have ever had to answer this question in the first place if your friend wasn’t such a fucking freak?
This is what I have to consider.
The scenario is not some philosophical inquiry into ethics or human morality proposed by Plato or Schrödinger- though I suppose in this predicament I am a Schrödinger cat; while the police search for my missing body I am both dead and alive at the same time before they discover my true fate. No, this question is not the work of a renowned theroticion, but the work of the skinny, clumsy, extremely stupid stalker from my college, Yoon Bum- The Friend. Not a faceless character from a question on a philosophy major’s exam, but the boy sitting on the opposite side of the damp basement facing me, his frail wrists bound together behind his back with a rusty chain. It was funny- not the whole getting kidnapped thing, no, but the way he was restrained. I always figured if I ever saw Bum with his hands cuffed like that, it would be related to his stalking habit, that he was getting arrested for harassment or disturbing the peace or what have you. I never thought he would be restrained like that by the very man he was stalking.
Yes, The Man, the one holding the aforementioned dull kitchen knife, also very much real as he stood between Bum and I. He repeats the question, only a little louder. The question I posed earlier.
“So, what’ll it be? Save Bum,” He gently kicks the legs of The Friend which lay sprawled out and injured on the basement floor, “or save yourself? Hmm? Come on, I don’t have all day. Don’t think so hard, Minji.”
That’s me, I’m Minji. Or you, if we’re still playing the metaphor game.
“I can see you going back and forth in your head. Don’t. Just do what your gut says.”
The thing is, I don’t know what my gut says. My gut is just hoping to not be stabbed repeatedly. It’s saying I should save myself, that Bum was the one who got me stuck here in the first place so I should just let him die. But it’s also asking if living with The Man is any better, if living at all after witnessing The Friend be killed by my choice is worth it at all. I was hoping you would be a bit more decisive than my gut, which is why I asked you first, but I don’t think The Man knows how to break the fourth wall, so I’m out of luck.
“No one. Neither of us. Or both of us- I don't care. Just don't kill one and keep the other alive, man, that's fucked up, even for you.”
“Oh?” He bends down, crouching to my level so his eyeline meets mine. “You think so highly of me, Minji? I might say I’m honored.” He lets out a small laugh through his exhale, the charismatic smirk on his face growing as he watches my eyes brim with tears. I hang my head down.
“Hmm…” He crawls closer to me, bringing the tip of his knife to my neck, lifting my chin up to look at him. I meet his eyes, the coldness of the blade makes my skin feel blue. Did he stab me and I just don’t feel it? Was it so painful my brain blocked it out?
“You know, you do have a point. Only having one of you around would be quite boring. You’re a smart girl, Hubae.” He purrs, drawing away from my trembling body. He stands up, making his way towards the wall to the right of me, where a cherry red toolbox lay leant against it next to a glossy baseball bat, the latter of which he picks up, running his large hand up and down the cylindrical weapon. I catch a glimpse of Bum shivering.
“I’ll keep the both of you around, but, Minji,” He cranes his neck to peer at me, his eyebrows furrowed forming that signature smirk of his. It- he was attractive and horrifying at once, he was real and raw and honest, he was manipulative and devious and calculating, he was the pretty boy from your college and he was the tragic waste of potential on your local news. He was The Man.
“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” He continues.
“Wh-what? What’s unfair?”
“You, like that. You’re handcuffed of course, but you still have an advantage above Bum over there.” He nudges my ankles with the tip of his bat.
“No, I mean, I just, you don’t have to do that. Please.” I stuttered. With one smile he shattered my bravado, he took his baseball bat to the glass window of my self esteem. It was like he stole my language capabilities, like he reduced me to a little kid who only used their vocal chords to cry. I wanted to cry. He bent his arm, raising the bat above his head.
“Sangwoo!” Bum cried. That was his name, The Man, the one about to smash my ankles in, he was Sangwoo.
Sangwoo brought down the bat with one smooth swing, releasing the pressure on the space above my feet. And in that moment, I was gone. Unconsciousness, a freedom from personhood. It was peace.
#killing stalking#sangwoo#oh sangwoo#sangwoo x reader#oh sangwoo x reader#yoon bum#yoon bum x reader#killing stalking x reader#manhwa
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me olvidarás - four
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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader
Warnings for the chapter: soft javi. also grumpy javi. dry humping... kissing and flirting. two dumb idiots, probably in love.
Word count: 3.2k
Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.
a/n: fluffy filler chapter. the good kush is coming soon :3
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The drive back to Bogotá was shorter than you remembered, but the drive there had felt longer than anything else you’d ever experienced. Javi knew just where to find empanadas and beer, and before you knew it, you were both sitting on the hood of his car, eating empanadas while looking over the city.
“This is so fucking good.” You say with your mouth full of potato and corn dough. You had no idea deep-fried dough with filling could be so delicious. You felt Javi laugh beside you, his mouth clearly full of food as he didn’t let out that heartfelt laugh you wanted to hear over and over. You both pushed the last bit of empanada into your mouths at the same time, watching each other out of the corners of your eyes.
With mouths full of more empanadas, Javi decides to tell you a joke, which makes you laugh so hard you have to clasp your hand over your mouth to prevent him from seeing the chewed-up empanada in there. You hadn’t expected him to be one to tell jokes in the middle of dinner, but you weren’t ever going to complain.
When you’d finally stopped laughing, you took hold of the beer you held between your legs, where it’d left an ice-cold imprint, but at this moment you truly did need a little cooling down. Being in Javi’s personal space, breathing him in and having him touch you with fleeting touches starved you in a way you’d never felt before. You wondered if he felt the same.
You scoot back on the hood of his car, leaning against the windshield. You watch as he follows you, thankful that he’d put the blanket under the two of you. It warmed you a little, and it was better than sitting on a cooling chunk of metal. The heat from the engine under the hood helped as well. You turned your body slightly, simply watching Javi as he looked over the city, occasionally sipping his beer. The silence between the two of you wasn't deafening like it usually was. It was good this time. Welcomed.
His left hand is sitting against his thigh, completely unoccupied, just waiting to be held. Or so you hope. You reluctantly reach out to take his hand in yours, and you mentally high five yourself as his fingers tighten around yours. He lets go of your hand soon after, though, making your heart fall in your chest and your mouth to turn into a slight pout.
Until he twists his wrists and intertwined his fingers with yours. It feels like your hands were made to be intertwined, his fingers fitting perfectly in between yours, and warmth instantly spreads from your hand, through your body and right into your heart. Yeah, you were definitely falling for him.
With your right hand now occupied, you’ll have to make do with drinking and eating from your left. You reach out and grab another empanada from between the two of you, before you bite into it, looking back out over the city. “So, tell me,” you say after you swallow the bite you just chewed through, “Where is everything?” you point to the city, empanada in hand. A few seconds pass before he speaks, lowly.
“I think you’re gonna have to come a bit closer for you to see where I’m gonna be pointing to…” He’s speaking at such a low octave it takes you aback. God, you wanted to hear that in the bedroom. You remove your hand from his slowly, moving the empanadas and the half six pack of beers on the other side of you, taking its previous place between you.
He lifts his left arm and welcomes you into his side, tugging you close. Your hand finds his again, as it’s wrapped around your body. Your head rests against the side of his chest, and he was right. When he points to the city, it’s very easy to see where he’s pointing too. “That’s the embassy. The white building right there,” you spot it easily, it being lit up by the streetlights in front of it.
“And I live right there.” His finger diverts slightly, now pointing to an older building, which you nod at. “That’s you.” He points the other way, and true to his words, you recognize the rented apartments you’re living in. It wasn’t far from where Javi lived.
He points to where you can see a plane take off in the distance, lights glittering as it ascends the sky. “That’s the airport. The Salt Cathedral.” His finger glides over the skyline to a giant white block of concrete with a laugh, “That’s the Museo del Oro. I know it doesn’t look like it, but there’s a fortune in there.” You nod before you let out a giggle as well.
“What does Oro mean?” You whisper, feeling stupid that you know so little Spanish. He lets his arm fall around you and pulls you closer, placing his mouth right above your ear. A short puff of breath makes goosebumps rise on your skin as it fans over your face. You close your eyes lightly, just enjoying having him close.
“It means gold.” He almost whispers, and it’s one of the most sensual things you’ve ever heard. His voice is deep and raspy, and you silently wish that you could hear him talk like that all the time. Hushed whispers and his body so close to you, you feel like you could combust from the sheer fullness you feel when you’re close to him. It’s like he’s the only charger within a thousand miles that can charge your batteries.
You smile at that thought. Yet it unsettles you - it was weird. You had started thinking about him as something you couldn’t go without, and it’d only been a mere 24 hours since you’d first met the man. You couldn’t allow yourself to think of him like that. Even though he’d already given you some damn good adventures so far, he was still a stranger.
You look up at him longingly, your eyes meeting his. He’d been looking at you. You offer him a smile before he cranes his neck down to place a kiss on your lips. You lift yourself slightly to meet him halfway, and you know he’s grateful for that. He must have a pain settling in his back from sitting so uncomfortably on the hood of the car, even though you were more comfortable than you’d ever been before.
You move yourself further up to relieve his back of some of the weight you’re putting onto him, and he’s silently grateful. You reach out for the beer you had placed by your side when moving closer to him, and upon discovering you’ve drunk it all, you pull another one from the carton. You offer one to him first, and he accepts it with a smile before you’re pulling out another for yourself, settling back into the crook of his arm.
“I think this is one of the most romantic dates I’ve ever been on,” you smile at him before taking a sip of beer, enjoying the way it slightly cools down your heated body. Even though the air around the two of you were cold, the heat of his body seeped into yours, making you flustered. You look up at him with a smirk. “It’s definitely in the top tier.”
He laughs at your statement, and you love the feeling of his chest rumbling by your side and the sound of his laugh. You admire the way the wrinkles surround his eyes as his smile gleams, and you get the urge to just… watch him for eternity. You don’t even know how you ended up here, on the hood of the most beautiful, older stranger you’d ever met.
“How many dates have you been on, hermosa?” you watch his mouth move, but you barely hear what he’s saying. You’re too distracted by his lips, his hand moving over the length of your arm, his body so close to yours. You hear it, though.
“Hmmm… Let me summarize… I was on a date this morning with a handsome guy.” The hand not containing a beer slowly traces the front of his shirt, your fingers tracing the buttons all the way until they’re right over where the shirt is tucked messily into his pants. “Then the handsome guy took me on another date by this beautiful lake, and he even skinny-dipped with me.”
Your fingers make their way all the way up to the button on his chest, the last button made to shield his chest from you. Your fingers move on their own accord as they pop open the button slowly, before you lean in, exposing his chest to you before you place a kiss against the bared, tanned skin. “Made me cum on his fingers all shamelessly, for the whole world to see.”
You feel how his heart beats in his chest, and how a deep breath is sucked into his lungs. Your fingers undid the next button slowly, the one right over the lower part of his sternum. You twist your body slightly to give yourself more space, yet you’re still holding on to the beer in your hand. You place another kiss a little lower than the first, before you speak again.
“Then he bought me dinner, took me to this wonderful, secluded outlook post so we could watch the city while we ate.” You pop another button, looking up at him in the dark to see the effect you had on him. You took in his parted lips, his hooded eyes, and the way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. He wanted this just as much as you did. “So, three in total.”
He lets out a breath before he’s running his hands over your hair gently, grabbing you by the chin to draw you in for a kiss. “Sounds like he likes you, hermosa. Should I be jealous?” You giggle as you pepper small kisses on his lips, never tiring of the way his lips feel against yours.
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” You whisper against his lips before you finally give into your temptation and swing your leg over his, straddling his thighs. He lets out a huff as you find your place on his thighs, damn well knowing you’ll easily get what you want from him. You lean down and reattach your lips to his, whining slightly when your knees dig into the hard metal of the hood of his car. You set down the beer by the others, not wanting to spill anything on the two of you.
He does the same before his hands find your hips as you slowly move your hips closer to the bend of his body, right where his groin was. You’re shuffling slightly closer to where you desperately want him, before you finally situate yourself on top of him, whimpering out at the contact. You feel his hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on top of him, and he pulls away from your lips.
“Hermosa…” he whispers against your lips, licking his lips, his tongue lightly reaching your lips as well, making you shudder. You silence him by placing your lips over his again, pushing your tongue into his mouth to really shut him up. He groans into your mouth as he forces your hips down against his, his bulge pressing into your core for the second time that day.
“Don’t want to hold back,” he groans against your lips, his left hand coming to the back of your neck to pull your face closer, basically mashing your nose into his cheek at the force he’s holding you close. “Want to take you.” His tongue finds its way back into your mouth and you whimper, making his cock twitch under you. “Want you so bad.”
“Take me, Javi.” You whimper again, grinding your core even harder against his achingly hard cock, closing your eyes at the wonderful feeling of how he’s able to draw you so close to the brink of letting go in so little time. “Please.” You breathe into his mouth, before finding his tongue with yours, exploring his mouth while your hands switch between unbuttoning his shirt and burying themselves in his hair.
He groans as he comes to his senses, quickly finding your upper arms with his wandering hands, holding you away from him as he pants, taking in your swollen lips and hooded eyes. God if you weren’t the most beautiful thing, he’d ever laid his eyes upon. “Hermosa…” he says under his breath and you huff, quickly getting off his hips and off the hood of the car altogether. You grab the beer from where you set it down, finishing it in one go before you squeeze the can together with your fist.
God, he annoyed you so fucking much. First, he acted like he was going to fuck you senseless, but then he turned all careful and considerate and you literally hated him for it. You hated that he wasn’t giving into you, hated that he wasn’t succumbing to his needs as easily as you wanted him to. You sighed as you grabbed another empanada from the bag, now turned cold, but it filled the hole in your heart slightly.
He watched as you grumbled right in front of him, clearly agitated by yet another refusal from him. It, again, reminded him of how young you were compared to him. It was clear you had a healthy libido that you wanted to use, but he just didn’t want to force you into something you would regret afterwards.
“I’d like to go home now, Javi.” You watched the way his face stayed set in stone, and you almost wondered if he was mad at you. You just hated that he apparently thought about you as a child that didn’t know what you wanted. It hurt you a little bit, and you felt bad about it. You just had no idea what to do about the situation, other than to back out of what the two of you were doing.
“Fine.” He said as he slid down the hood of his car, his back audibly cracking as he stood straight on the ground in front of his car, pulling the beers, food and blanket off the hood before throwing it in the back of his car. He motioned for you to get into the car, and even though you didn’t want to after the abrupt stop of your date, you found no other way to get home, and you sure as hell wasn’t walking home through the forest at this hour, in a foreign country.
With a flustered sigh you got into the passenger side of his car, literally grumbling all the way through the forest and down on the bigger roads. You barely talked as he drove you home, and the silence bothered you more than you would’ve liked to admit. When the car finally stopped you let out a sigh before you turned to face him.
“Thanks for the ride.” You whisper out, afraid to pull him out of the trance he’s in as his eyes are still trained on the road in front of him. He huffs slightly before turning off the car, letting you know he was listening. His eyes still didn’t meet yours, though. “Thanks for dinner. And for today.” He offered you a nod, and you felt your blood coming to a boil. Why the fuck did he act like this all of a sudden?
“Okay, what the fuck did I do?” you raise your voice at him, causing his brow to twitch slightly. You feel your heart beating faster and faster as you watch his face contort into many emotions all at once. You keep watching him, wanting just a spark of something that would tell you what you’d done wrong. “Javi, seriously. You can’t just go all oyster on me.”
“You’re mad at me because I don’t want to sleep with you.” He finally says, and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. He was right. You wanted to sleep with him, you wanted him to take you with everything he could muster, hell, you wanted him to fuck you into senselessness. But he wasn’t giving into you, and it made you furious.
“Yes. That’s part of it.” You say, drawing his attention to you. You can see the conflicting emotions behind his eyes, and you understand his struggle. You really weren’t being nice to him, at all. “I’m mad at you because you make it seem like I’m a child that doesn’t know what they want. That they have so many options but don’t know which ones to choose from.”
He takes in your words, almost like he’s tasting them. “I don’t think of you as a child, hermosa. You’re just young. Too young for someone like me.” He tells you, and you can tell it comes from his heart. It breaks your own slightly, Javi thinking that your age has anything to do with what he should decide. You lay your hand on top of his, drawing his eyes from your face to where your skin is leaning against one another’s.
“Javi. I don’t care how old you are. This thing that’s going on between us… I don’t know if you feel it the same way as I do, but to me it feels like it’s working. I like what’s going on between us. I like the dates we’ve gone on today. I like you, Javi.” You tell him, and you watch his face as he once again takes in your words. Then he’s turning to you, his hand slowly coming up to grasp behind your neck, drawing you in for a kiss.
It’s short and slow, nothing like the other sensual and heated kisses you’ve exchanged so far. It feels good and there’s a certain domesticity in it that leaves you craving more as he pulls away from you. “Alright,” he says as his eyes find yours again. “It’s not happening today. It’ll happen when the moment is right. Not outside, not anywhere that is uncomfortable. Like I said, I want you to be comfortable.”
You nod with a small smile as you look at him. He’s bathed in the light from the lamps on the street, and he looks so good in that lighting. His shirt is still unbuttoned from when you were straddling him, and it tugs on something in your abdomen. You really would love to see his chest more than what’s already revealed to you at this moment.
He gets out of the car swiftly before he’s opening the door for you, holding out his hand for you to take. You slide your fingers in between his, like it’s their home. He follows you to your front door, watching you as you unlock the door to your apartment before you turn to him. “I’ll see you soon, hermosa.”
He presses another kiss to your lips, pulling you close to him to have you close one more time before he pulls away from you, turning back to get into his car. “When, Javi?” You yell, just before he gets into the driver's seat, causing him to look up at you.
“I’ll call you.” He offers you a smile and a wink before he gets into his car, leaving you to your own thoughts on the front steps. He didn’t even have your number…
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hyung line reaction to thigh riding (m)
Pairing: Seokjin x female reader, Yoongi x female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x female reader
Rating: 18+, M(mature)
Genre: established relationship, fluff?, smut
Warnings: dom! hyung line (a mix of soft and hardish dom), sub! reader, thigh riding(obviously), blowjob, slight begging, praise kink?, daddy kink, teasing, cursing, mentions of wet dreams, use of a sex toy, slight exhibitionism, slight car sex, hickeys bby, cum eating and squirting teehee
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary/ Request: “Eyyy ya know what it izzzz uwu thigh riding and begging to cum my dude 🥺 hyung line got me fucked up.”
A/N: Hello anonnie, this ask had me giggling for a while. Overall it was fun and a completely new thing to me but I really hope I was able to make this decent enough. I honestly did not expect this to be so long but please enjoy. Huge thank you to @dontaskshhhhh & @sugarly-laysa for reading this for me before I posted it. I will also be doing a maknae line reaction if y’all would like or send in a new request :) Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be appreciated :) (credits to gif owners)
Seokjin
Your relationship with Seokjin was healthy and stable. You both knew what made each other happy or sad. You were figuring out what made each other aroused, experimenting what you both liked. One kink at a time.
Sitting on the couch, both cheeks were flushed at the vocalization of what kinks seemed interesting but you never felt uncomfortable. He accepted you and you accepted him. That was more than enough.
Just last week, he had brought up a new kink that he wanted to try. Jimin had talked about how satisfying it had been to watch his girlfriend get off on his thigh and the thought of you riding him made his mouth dry.
You couldn’t blame him, the way that his eyes pooled with lust when he was opening up to you fueled your body with excitement. Normally, you would wait up for about a week or two but it was hard to not imagine how good it would feel. The tightness of his skinny jeans did not help you at all either.
Seokjin wasn’t entirely clueless either. He loved to see you try to secretly rub your thighs against each other to soothe your aching core every single time he left for practice in jeans. Those fucking jeans.
You tried to hold off as much as you could but it was endgame for the both when Seokjin arrived from practice in those ripped jeans you loved so much.
Luckily, you had prepared as well to give him a taste of his own medicine. You were sitting on the couch with one of his oversized shirts on your body. Your back was resting on the side of the couch and the hem of the shirt was slightly raised up, revealing the black lace panties he loved.
Taking in the view of your body resting on the couch, Seokjin let out a soft sigh as he walked to your body. Sitting by your feet, his hand reached out to caress your legs. When you ignored his presence, he tugged on your legs and brought your body to his.
“Hi baby.” Seokjin mumbled against your lips as he had you straddle his jean clad thigh. Not letting you answer him, his full lips locked with yours as his hands slowly made their way onto your hips. He pulled apart from your lips and placed his forehead against yours as his eyes locked in with yours. The look in his eyes was one that made your heart flutter, it was his form of asking silently if everything was okay to continue. Nodding your head, your hands moved to cup his face and locked lips with him once more.
As the kiss grew passionate, his hands at your hips helped you ride his thigh. You let out a moan at the feeling of your dampened panties and your boyfriend’s jean clad thigh rubbing against your clit. Seokjin took advantage of your moan and slipped his tongue past your lips. His tongue slowly toyed along with yours as his hands gripped your hips tighter. The hold he had on your hips brought your hips down harder on him.
Pulling away from his lips, you let out a string of moans at how his thigh rubbed deliciously on your clit. Your arousal seeped through the lace and onto his jeans, you were pretty sure he could feel it. It all felt so good, so pleasurable that you didn’t realize that your hips were moving on their own.
So caught up in your own pleasure, you didn’t notice Seokjin was admiring how you looked riding him. Your liquid arousal that he felt on his thigh made his cock twitch in his pants. His hand moved to palm his bulge in an attempt to soothe himself from the overwhelming desire that flowed through his body. Your eyes flashed open at the sound of his groans flowing into the air.
“Please, please...” You didn’t know what exactly you were asking for you just needed to feel him. All of him. His fingers worked quickly to unbutton his jeans and free his cock from its restraints.
“Come here baby.” Seokjin mumbled against your lips once more as he brought you closer to him. His tip trailed up and down your slit to gather your arousal. His cock prodded into your weeping hole and a mixture of sighs escaped your lips as his length slowly made its way into your velvety walls.
It wasn’t until he started thrusting his hips into yours that you felt how close to the edge you were. You clenched around his cock as he pumped himself into your core. Every thrust of his hips snapping into yours brought you closer and closer to the edge until you eventually tipped over into pure bliss.
Seokjin’s hips paused for a few moments, waiting for you to come down from your high. He held your body closer to his as your breathing went back to normal. Soft praises flowed from his lips as he spoke softly against your ear.
“Ready baby?” He pulled back slightly to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. Nodding, you knew you were in for a long night.
Yoongi
Yoongi has been very stressed lately, from deadline to deadline. He always tried to make ends meet even if it meant to drain himself of energy. He never screamed, he never acted out of frustration, he was always calm and composed. But you knew your boyfriend better than anyone.
You knew what made him tick yet you also knew exactly what made his cock stir in his pants. So you did exactly what he would do when you had a stressful day, make him forget the world with your mouth, kneeling between his spread out legs with his heavy cock deep in your throat. His fingers were laced with strands of your hair, aiding you in bobbing your head up and down his length while his other hand fisted the bed sheets under him.
Your eyes admired how beautiful he looked, his hair was messy from how many times he ran his fingers through his hair. His eyelashes fluttered on his rosy cheeks, the tip of his tongue brushing past his bottom lip. The sight of your boyfriend so lost in his pleasure made your panties dampen with your arousal. So determined to bring him to his peak, you swirled your tongue around his length as your mouth rose to the tip of his cock. The groans that slipped from his swollen lips made your core throb with excitement. Without a second thought, your thighs rubbed against each other to relieve your aching core, silently pleading for him.
“Such a pretty angel...” If your panties weren’t ruined before, they definitely were now thanks to the raspiness of his voice and his palm caressing the apple of your cheek. A slight moan escaped your mouth at the praise that came from Yoongi. His lips fell apart as he felt the vibrations of your moans on his cock.
When his length started throbbing in your mouth, you picked up your pace and hollowed your cheeks. The tightness around his length was enough to send your boyfriend to the moon. Yoongi’s release filled your mouth to the brim and you swallowed around his length, taking everything he gave you. Pulling away from his cock, you stuck out your tongue and Yoongi let out a low growl at the fact that you had swallowed all of his release.
“Ride my thigh, angel. Make yourself cum and Daddy will take care of you.” Nodding, you straddled his thigh and winced at the sensation of the dampened fabric of your panties rubbing deliciously against his sweatpants. His palms moving up and down on your thighs felt like they were burning your skin graciously.
His eyes were glued to your hips, watching every move that brought you closer and closer to the edge. Pleads of anything to push you over the edge fell from your lips. The moment his hands moved to your hips to grind your core harder against his thigh, you knew it was over for you.
Waves of pleasure flowed through your body as your boyfriend’s hands slowly aided you in drawing out your high. Your head rested against his chest as you steadied your breaths. Looking up at your boyfriend, you closed the gap and locked lips with his. A gasp escaped your lips when Yoongi flipped your bodies over on the mattress, his body over yours. One hand came to caress your cheek lovingly before he spoke.
“Daddy’s got you now, my sweet angel.”
Hoseok
Hoseok’s favorite part of coming home was coming to you. Sleeping with you and holding you close to his body. The warmth that he would feel in his chest as your body fit in his like puzzle pieces, he loved it. He loved you.
Hoseok had expected to wake up with you still sound asleep. Well, you weren’t exactly awake. You were still sleeping but you were whimpering his name over and over. The soft pleas of his name made him stir completely awake. At first, he had thought that you were having a bad dream but what gave you away was the way your hips grinded against his bare thigh.
Your arousal had been another thing that gave you away. The way your arousal had dampened your panties and pooled all over his thigh. He watched as your face scrunched up as you tried to reach your climax. He wondered what was going on in that mind of yours. His cock stirred in his black briefs as more soft pleas flowed past your lips and your face showed clear frustration. Chuckling, he reached over to your body and pressed soft kisses starting from your collarbones until he reached your ear.
“Wake up, princess.” Hoseok spoke softly in your ear until he felt your body slowly come to its senses. The movements of your hips came to a halt once your mind took in your surroundings. The feeling of Hoseok’s fingers slowly tracing circles on the bare skin of your back had chills forming all over your body. Before pulling away, Hoseok sucked on the sweet spot of your neck and left a blooming flower in its place. A moan escaped your lips before you could even attempt to contain it.
“Must have been a really nice dream to have you fucking dripping over my thigh, princess.” Your cheeks flooded with slight embarrassment as Hoseok had a smug look on his face. He adored to see you so flustered.
“Tell me, princess, what were you dreaming about?” His hand lifted your chin up to lock eyes with yours. The lustful look in his eyes made your bottom lip quiver. Your mouth opened to answer him but nothing came out. Your mind was completely full of desire for him.
“Say, were you dreaming of riding me? Or were you dreaming of your pussy being filled with my cock?” The sound of his voice made a new wave of arousal seep out from your aching core. Your hips slightly shifted to stimulate your clit but Hoseok’s hold on your hips prevented you from doing so.
“Please, please... wanna cum.” Your eyes closed when Hoseok’s lips captured yours in a heated kiss. The hold he had on your hips loosened slightly to grind your weeping slit against his bare thigh. The extra pressure you felt on your pulsating bud had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You wanted more but you were so embarrassingly close yet you could not bring yourself to care.
You thought that everything felt pleasurable, the sweet glide of how the material of your dampened panties and his thigh rubbed so deliciously against your core. All of your current thoughts flew out the window when your beautiful boyfriend flexed his thigh.
The band in your lower tummy started tightening and your back arched into Hoseok’s body. His naked chest flushed with yours and the feeling of your pebbled nipples rubbing against his naked torso. The pleasurable sensation driving you straight into your peak. Groans escaped your boyfriend’s lips as he felt the extra wetness drip all over his thigh.
“Princess, that was so fucking hot. I need you to do that on my cock right now.” Hoseok’s body immediately caved you under him, giving you little time to no time to recover from your high. His black briefs were completely off from his body and he pumped his heavy cock next to your weeping hole with a determined look plastered on his face. He was so determined to get you to squirt around his cock tonight, no matter how many orgasms it took.
Namjoon
Losing was never in the books but losing against your boyfriend was definitely something that would have you do a double take. The punishments wouldn’t be so harsh but the last time you lost to Namjoon, he spent almost three hours teasing you with no release. Your orgasm would be ripped away from you when he felt you clench around his slender fingers. Your boyfriend absolutely loved to see you getting so pent up over your release.
There were times where you also had your fun when you would win but tonight was not that night. His punishment for tonight was to wear a special kind of panties while on a date.
At first, you were wondering why he chose something so basic but all that changed when you felt the vibrations directly on your clit. Bracing yourself on the chair you were sitting on, you closed your thighs as tightly as possible to somehow stop yourself from squirming. Once the wave of vibrations on your clit toned down, your eyes darted to meet the smug look on your boyfriend’s face.
A mixture of adrenaline and arousal pumped through your veins at the knowledge of how risky it could be. You always talked about what kinks you were open to try and he finally decided to experiment tonight. You were definitely going to give him the suck of his life when you got in the car. But all you had to worry about now is to not let a moan slip out while he had his fun.
Easier said than done.
The vibrations picked up when the waiter came with the food you both had ordered minutes ago. A squeal escaped your lips when the waiter had asked you if there was anything else he could get for you, the vibrations were definitely at their highest. Your cheeks flushed at the slight embarrassment. Thankfully, your daring boyfriend spoke up with a shit eating grin plastered over his face.
“We’re fine, she’s just excited. Right baby?” Wordlessly, you nodded your head and the waiter left right away. Namjoon let you eat your food in peace but you were slightly uncomfortable with the way that your ruined panties clung onto your skin.
The time passed by faster than you expected and in no time, you were both finally in his car. The excitement in your body picked up once more when the door closed and you couldn’t help but reach out to palm your boyfriend’s crotch.
“Can you wait a few minutes baby? We are a few minutes away from home.” Namjoon sighed as he hesitantly stopped your movements on his crotch.
“Need you now Joonie.” Your moans flowed freely as you felt the vibrations once more, you were definitely dripping onto his leather seats but you could not bring yourself to care.
“Fuck this.” He looked for a secluded area nearby and parked his car before anything happened. Once he parked in a dark and empty area, he unbuckled your seat belt and pulled your body to straddle him as he pulled his seat back.
He wasted no time to capture your lips in a heated kiss, tongues clashing immediately. His palms felt hot and heavy around your body, feeling every inch of you. Reaching under the hem of your dress, he ripped off your panties and tossed them to the side.
“Want you to ride my thigh baby.” Nodding, you mewled once your pussy came in contact with the fabric of his slacks. Your hips immediately started to roll against his flexed thigh and you let your body enjoy the pleasure pulsing through your veins.
Namjoon leaned back on his seat and watched you get yourself off on his thigh. He enjoyed every little bit, from the way your eyebrows crinkled in concentration to the way that your sweet moans flowed past those swollen lips of yours. His cock throbbed in his slacks, desire flowed through his body but he loved seeing you fall apart like this.
As soon as the pleas to cum fell from your lips, Namjoon felt as if he might have ruined his briefs right there and then at the sweet sound of desperation laced with your moans. His large hands immediately held on to your hips to help you reach your peak. It didn’t take you any longer to reach that blissful high you desperately craved.
Your boyfriend whispered sweet words in your ear as you slowly drifted out of your high. With a final kiss on your forehead, Namjoon helped you sit back down on the passenger seat and buckled you in. He turned on the car and started to drive back home.
“Now be a good girl and wait until we get home. We have a long night waiting for us, baby.” With little energy left in your body, you hummed and closed your eyes to try to regain energy for what was to come.
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Late Bloomers: Ezra x F! Reader w/Cee
A/n: Set in the "Liminal" AU in which Ezra becomes his niece, Cee's legal guardian after a car accident kills his brother, Damon, and costs him his arm. Set sometime between "Ferris Wheels Are For Old People" and "Surf City Goodness." Reader is Ezra's neighbor. Established relationship (sort of, IDK how to tag what they are). For @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape Writer Wednesday.
Warnings: Not a whole lot. Kissing. Touching. A little spicier than I usually go, which isn't saying whole lot. A little language. Cee, as usual, needs her own warning. Set during the pandemic shut down. Mentions of covid. Also, I feel like 'The Apple' needs it's own warning. I'll link the trailer at the end.
"You sure you don't want to come with us, Birdie?" Cee sits at their scarred kitchen table, her laptop, textbooks and a pile of papers around her. She frowns.
"I gotta study," she says, "Ms Stewart is really serious about this quiz. She's not grading on a curve this time." Ezra narrows his eyes.
"You have never spent a Saturday night studying in your life," he says. Cee frowns up at him.
"You've never been in Ms. Stewart's physics class," says Cee, "She's a hard ass. Anyway, I'm still pulling an 'A' in her class, but I don't want to fuck up my average."
"Jesus, Cee," Ezra mutters, and you have to smile. She rolls her eyes.
"I know, I know--"
"Don't say 'fuck' at school," they say in unison.
"They're doing double features all summer," says Cee, "I can miss one. I've seen all these movies anyway." She smirks, "I want to hear what you think of 'The Apple.'" Ezra rummages around for his keys and Cee drops you the most exaggerated wink you've ever seen in your life.
"Have fun, guys," she says.
Covid has nuked most of the things you used to do for fun, restaurants and shows, hell, even the libraries are closed. The only business in town that's thriving is the Star-City Drive In. There haven't been any big studio releases in a while, so they've been doing Fright Night Fridays and Sci-Fi Saturdays. Tonight's double feature is Flash Gordon and The Apple.
"They've got this weird way of operating the concession stand now," says Ezra, "Cause of the pandemic. You've gotta text them your order and I guess they bring it out to you--" Ezra's gotten pretty good at working his phone one-handed, but you can see the frustration clouding his face.
"Let me," you say, loading the menu onto your phone, "Let's get a big popcorn and share it. You okay with the fake butter?"
"Of course I'm okay with the fake butter, what kind of monster do you take me for?"
"How about candy?" You ask, scrolling through, "It's the usual suspects."
"Sno-caps," he says, "How about you?"
"I'm thinking Milk Duds," you say.
"Now that is an excellent way to lose a filling, Sunshine."
"Popcorn and Milk Duds together? Worth the risk," you say and text your order off to the concession stand. It's not quite dark yet, a reel of movie trivia that no one cares about shines ghost pale on the screen. Ez has got the radio tuned to pick up the sound, but there's not much to listen to yet so it's turned down low, background noise with the cicadas and birdsong. The big screen backs up against a farmer's field run wild and a dark stand of trees.
"Switch places with me," says Ezra, and gets out of the truck. He comes around to your side and opens the door for you.
"Why?"
"Indulge me," says Ezra, so you do as he asks and settle in to the driver's side. Ezra's truck has bench seats with vinyl that creaks and cushions that hiss slightly as you move around. There's a tap at the window and you hook your mask over your ears and crank it down, popcorn and candy and you already payed with your phone, but press some rumpled bills into their gloved hands.
"Why'd you want to switch places?" You ask around a mouthful of popcorn.
"Shhh," says Ezra, "The movie's starting."
Flash Gordon is just as fun as you remember it being, majestic in its absurdity, a big love letter to all the terrible pulp sci-fi movies that came before, the two of you watch and snark and laugh and sing "Aaa-ahhh" whenever someone says Flash's name. We owe it to Queen, you say, and Ezra smiles big the way he does when something's caught him off guard, the way that crinkles his eyes and reveals his dimples, indeed we do. We owe it to Freddie Mercury. At some point his arm finds it's way around your shoulders and you lean into him.
"So this is why you wanted to switch spots," you murmur. He raises his prosthetic arm, flickering movie light shining on the double hook at the end.
"Can't exactly get handsy with Mr. Claw, now can I?" He grins, "These hooks might be a little chilly."
"And pokey," you say, demonstrating with a dig to his ribs. The end credits are rolling.
"You ever seen this next movie?"
"The Apple?" He says, "No. Some sort of cult-movie thing. Cee made me promise not to IMDB it. She said I should go in with an open mind."
"Oh boy," you laugh.
"Right? Cee's tastes are all over the place. I suspect this will be either amazing or terrible on a scale that recalibrates our internal gauge of what terrible is."
"You know she set us up, right?"
"Yeah," says Ezra, "Little Bird fancies herself quite the matchmaker."
"She winked at me." Ezra dimples.
"Did she now?"
"She looked like a cartoon," you laugh, "About as subtle as a ton of bricks." Ezra brays laughter and leans against you, squeezes you closer to him at the same time. He is beautiful when he laughs, all dimples and teeth eyes screwed shut in mirth and you take this opportunity to press a kiss against that tender place on his jaw where his beard refuses to grow. Ezra freezes, you feel his body go rigid against yours, and your first thought is to apologize, to pull back, and then he reaches for you, his broad, calloused palm cradling your face, drawing you to him, presses his lips to yours, a soft, reverent kiss that he does not fully withdraw from, his hand now resting on the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to yours, somehow more intimate than a kiss, this closeness, breathing each others exhalations, leaning against each other.
"Cee's not wrong," you say, "We're good together."
"We are, aren't we?" He gives your nape a gentle squeeze, and lets you go. The opening titles of The Apple flicker on screen and the music starts up.
"Oh, Ezra, what the fuck did we just watch?"
"I don't know if 'watch' is the right word, Sunshine, we did not 'watch' The Apple. The Apple happened to us."
"I don't think I've ever understood Stockholm syndrome until now."
"I have been assaulted," says Ezra, "My civil rights have been violated."
"It's like..." You trail off, "It's like if someone took '1984', 'A Star Is Born' and 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' and put them in a blender. I'm pretty sure this movie violates the Geneva conventions." Ezra laughs and so do you, leaning in to each other, giggles that become kisses, soft at first, but increasingly hungry, laced with need, your arms twine around his shoulders, his hand lingers at your side, toying with the hem of your shirt.
"S'okay, Ez," you say as he nips at your jaw and then your neck, gentle graze of teeth that makes you shiver, "You can touch me." He kisses you deep, his tongue fever-hot against yours, hand sliding up the soft slope of your belly, cupping your breast, and you arch into his touch--
Tap Tap Tap. And there's a bright light shining through the passenger's side window.
"Oh shit," says Ezra. You frantically yank your shirt back down, heat creeping up your neck, your cheeks, your earlobes flaming.
"Movie's over guys," says the shadowed figure behind the flashlight's glare, "Take it someplace else." You open the door to switch places back with Ezra, the overhead light shows him red faced and horrified.
"I'm sorry, I just--"
"Get us out of here, Ez."
You stare out into the dark past the window, half-moon shining over fields and trees like a lazy eye. You snort laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"We got caught," you say, "We got caught necking at the drive-in like a couple of teenagers."
"You're laughing because we got caught?"
"I'm laughing because I've never made out with anyone at a drive-in, even when I was a teenager, and I'm laughing cause we got caught. After watching that trash-fire of a movie. We got caught making out over the end credits of 'The Apple'. I feel like we deserve some kind of award." You rest your hand on Ezra's leg, can just pick his smile in the dim lights from the dash. Ezra chuckles.
"I never made out with anyone at the drive in before tonight either," says Ezra.
"Bullshit," you say, and give him a good-natured poke.
"It's true," he says, "For one, I didn't have access to a car. I would've had to borrow Ma's car, and there was no way that was ever going to happen. Also, I was not what the girls back then referred to as 'dating material'. Skinny as a rake with a mouthful of braces and an obvious birthmark? I was like a puppy trying to grow into it's ears and feet, a late bloomer if you will." You move your hand higher up along his thigh and give him a squeeze.
"Better late than never."
"Indeed."
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Water Bugs
▸ Taeil x reader
▸ 1.7k words
▸ Smut, Fluff
▸ Swearing, skinny dipping, unprotected sex, a lot of kissing, inspired by my favorite scene from the movie The Vow
▸ Requested and part of B’s giving back event, Ho Ho Ho?! See anon request message at the end of this drabble.
Singles night out. A mandatory celebration for Taeil, Jaehyun, and Johnny for being single over the years. It’s not that they chose not to date, they haven’t found their special someone yet. So every after Christmas, they meet at the town Starbucks and exchange gifts with each other. But this year, the snow was incredibly a pain in the ass so Johnny and Jaehyun ditched Taeil for the first time after five years. He was sad of course, but he totally understood the situation.
When he was about to leave the crowded Starbucks, he saw a figure standing awkwardly in front of his table. “Hi, are you just about to leave? I was wondering if I can sit here, everywhere else is full” you said, carrying your tray with two hot cinnamon buns and a cup of hot chocolate.
Taeil was completely mesmerized by your beauty, and he can feel his heartbeat so fast that he forgot he was about to leave. Is this what they called love at first sight? He was cold before you came in, but when he saw you, it’s like your warmth hugged him from where you’re standing and he’s blushing so bad. “You must be new here, you don’t know that this Starbucks is always full?- Oh please, sit. My friends aren’t coming” Taeil smiles, happy to have company.
“Yes, I just moved in for my work. Are you from around here?” you sat down and took a sip from your drink as you wait for his answer, then you remember, “How rude of me- I’m Y/n, by the way,” you offered your hand for him to shake.
“Taeil” you two shake hands and exchange sweet smiles, “and yes I’m from here” he added.
Maybe Jaehyun and Johnny didn’t make it for a reason, Taeil thought. Maybe you are the beautiful ending note of this singles night out. After exchanging names, you and Taeil talked and talked until you found out that he is an actual gentleman who sings oh so good and is single. Then two cups of hot chocolates ago, you two are exchanging numbers, waving goodbye to each other under the snow, with a promise of seeing each other again the day after tomorrow for a planned dinner date.
Everything happened so fast in one week. The first date was soon followed by a second date, ice skating under the stars, buying late Christmas gifts for each other, movie nights, walking hand in hand under the snow, warming each other by a heated kiss or make-out session. Taeil is like a hidden adventure in this unknown town you just moved in and you are more than happy that you met him in that awful crowded Starbucks.
“They will love you,” he says, trying to ease your nervousness. Every year, Taeil’s family is hosting a new year’s eve party for close friends, family, and neighbors. And this year, he is proudly bringing you and letting everyone know that he finally has someone special.
And Taeil was right, everyone adored you even the kids. Not to mention that you are actually having a good time because his family is as goofy as he is and everyone is excited about the new year. While you were talking to his cousins, Taeil swiftly snatched you from them, brought you to his car, and drove away.
“Where are we going? It’s almost countdown” you were hand in hand while he was driving, kissing your cold hand and not answering your question. When he finally stopped the car, it was pitch black, and all you can see is a lake and the moon shining brightly.
“I just brought you to the best view for the fireworks,” he says. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw him stripping and removing his clothes. “My grandfather told me to bring you here because he believes that this lake brought good luck to his relationship with grandma and that they grew old together because they swam here once a year” he wasn’t shy, so you don’t have any reason to be shy too. And the thought of Taeil planning to be with you for the longest of time is something so romantic and enough push to remove your clothes too.
When you two were standing in front of the lake, freezing with just your underwear, Taeil is the one who took initiative to get naked and go in the cold water. “Whenever you’re ready,” he says a little too loud, waiting for you.
It was really cold and you were giggling while you strip in front of Taeil. You hug your exposed body as you get in the water and meet him with a cold embrace and warm kiss. You two swam in the middle of the lake not giving a fuck at how cold the water is because the moment is just too beautiful to waste. Water splashing, a generous amount of flirting and making out, then boom.
Fireworks light up the sky with the moon watching calmly. Taeil’s arms are caging you under the water as you two watch the fireworks. “I’m not planning on letting you go” he whispers softly.
You turn your head and see his handsome face wet and blushing because of the cold and because of you. You pull him closer and gave him a deep kiss, “Not planning to let you go either” you said and in the heat of the moment, you and Taeil kissed roughly and with want. His hands were all around your body, caressing your skin underwater. You can feel his cock poking your thigh and sometimes brushing on your slit that simply makes you moan and smile.
“As much as I want you now, we can’t have sex for the first time in this lake” he says, kissing your neck.
“In your car then?” you suggest shivering and keeping him close. He nods and guides you back to his car, carrying you effortlessly with his strong arms. You two were shaking inside, all bundled up with a thick blanket that he had at the backseat of his car. Taeil made you sat on his lap, his arms cradle you like a baby while he was keeping you warm. You were bodies to bodies while giggling and kissing, and finally, you feel his hand on your inner thighs. He doesn’t need any permission to touch you but he still asked like the gentleman that he is, and once you said yes, he brushed his middle finger up and down your wet slit which makes your head roll back and gave him an opening to kiss your neck.
Everything that’s happening right now was enough to heat you both up, you removed the blanket and sat comfortably on his lap with your legs on both his sides. You grind deliciously on his cock, coating it with your pussy juices while his cold lips spread kisses on your chest, all the way to your nipples, and suck them until they’re both swollen. It feels so good and the mixture of lust and cold is just so perfect.
“Are we going to fuck raw on our first time?” he asks, nipping your earlobe while his hands knead your boobs.
“Sure” you moan out, guiding his hand on your clit. “Ohhh just like that” you request, holding on to his nape and moan near his ear. Fuck he’s getting really hard, you thought.
“Are you on pill?”
“No” you tease him and suddenly he stopped everything before you can even cum.
“Well do you want to have kids so soon?” he slowly lay you down the backseat and kiss the valley between your boobs, hold your knees, and spread your legs so he can line his cock.
“Pull out for tonight big boy, I’m not that easy” you bit his lips, sling your arms around his neck, and feel him push inside you slowly. “Fuck you’re big” you gasped, move your head from side to side until his cock is fully in. Taeil kissed your neck until you calm down and soon rolled his hips slowly. On the first thrust, you were moaning so good that you kept him close to your body and spreading your legs more for better access. “Go deeper” you whisper but it came out as a low moan.
“Having second thoughts about me pulling out? Sure you don’t want me to cum inside you, baby?” he smirked and continued fucking you good. You don’t know how but you scored a gentleman and a man who can fuck right, that’s what you’ve been thinking all this time. Everything he did to your body is perfect, every sound he let out is full of lust, every sweet word he tells you goes straight to your heart.
“I love you” this is not how you planned to tell him but the words somehow came out of nowhere. But you have no regrets.
“I was planning to say it first. I love you too and fuck-“ he picked up his pace which made you both a moaning mess while he was in the middle of saying something important, but he was so close. “I’ll do everything to make you happy and keep you in my life” he kissed you deeply while his right hand goes in between your bodies to draw circles on your clit, putting enough pressure on it so you will moan loudly, whimper, and gasp for air. Taeil did the same and pulled out so quickly to jerk his cock with his left hand and still make you cum with his right hand.
“Oh my go- Taeil! fuck-“ he felt your legs shiver as you cum on his fingers. The sight of him jerking in front of you was the one that made you cum and let go. He looked so hot jerking his cock, stroking it quickly then slowly. You reached for him even if you feel so weak and out of breath, kissing him with tongue, and biting his cold lips.
“I changed my mind. You are the only exception Moon Taeil. Fuck me again and cum inside me” it was an invitation he can’t refuse so he lines his cock again when he felt you grind your hips on him.
“I love you” he said, looking deep in your eyes and stoping the world for you.
“I love you too” Then he pushes in again and fucked you for the second time tonight.
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Dear Anon, I had so much fun in writing this! Omg it’s something I want to experience too hehe and also I love writing for Taeil! Thank you so much I hope you enjoy this 💚
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haikyuu nsfw alphabet series | tendō satori
please block #claras steamys if you don’t want to see this type of content!!
warnings: sexual themes, mentions of (unprotected) sex, voyuerism, bondage, edging, fem!reader
a/n: based on post time skip!! okay i don’t talk a lot about tendō so it was super fun to analyze him and bring my headcanons to life bc he’s definitely a hard hard dom!! this is also unedited pls excuse any unfinished sentences or mistakes
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
i think tendō would be surprisingly big on aftercare. given how he acts in the bedroom (detailed later) he makes sure that you are well taken care of after a long session together. like he’ll grab some water and a towel and help you get cleaned up and comfortable. maybe in the morning he’ll have a super simple breakfast ready like a toast and coffee or tea or maybe even some chocolate depending on the time of day
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his favourite body part of his is 100000% his fingers. his hands are large, fingers long and skinny and he absolutely loves the way they look shoved down into your pretty mouth, around your throat, or fingering your wet cunt.
he absolutely loves your mouth (detailed more below!!)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
so based on the above tendō loves when you’re sitting on your knees, waiting for him to cum in your mouth. there’s just something about the way you look with his cum painted all over your tongue. and it drives him especially crazy when you lick your lips to clean up the drops that are spilling down the corner of your mouth because you don’t want to waste a single drop
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
honestly? i don’t think he has any, mainly because he’s not afraid to be open with you. he strikes me as the type with absolutely no filter and so he’s going to tell you everything and anything on his mind whether it’s a random dirty thought or something new that he wants to try with you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
i’m a little on the fence about this mainly because tendō has a personality that people need time to get used to and understand. so that being said, i don’t think he has a lot of experience, BUT he knows what he’s doing (from watching a lot of porn probably)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
you’re on your back, legs spread out wide, his hands wrapped around your ankles, holding your legs in the air while he fucks you
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
not goofy, but i wanna say he’s more playful. he likes to talk dirty, and say things he knows will make you embarrassed. loves the expression when you’re lost for words but also clearly turned on!!
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
not groomed whatsoever like i cannot see him giving a crap about what he looks like down there
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
honestly i think he gets so into the whole sex aspect that he completely forgets about being romantic for the most part. he’ll do things like praise you, and maybe a kiss or two here or there but most of it will just be him focusing on fucking you and help you reach your high
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he knows that you know and you know that he knows, yet you don’t move from your spot hiding spot. you didn’t intend for this to happen; all you wanted was to surprise tendō by finally coming home early for once. you peer through the crack in the door, reveling at the way your boyfriend looked with his eyes shut, head thrown back, and those beautiful fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. it feels weird to be spying on your boyfriend, someone you were regularly intimate with, yet you can’t seem to tear your eyes away. you don’t realize, but your mouth hangs open, drool dribbling down your chin.
the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as your boyfriend’s voice cuts through the silence in the air, “are you going to just sit there like a dirty slut and me jack off or are you going to come suck my dick?”
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
tendō enjoyed seeing the look of defeat on his opponents faces when he played volleyball and i think that translates into the bedroom. he’s the type that loves to see his partner struggle (i would say he’s pretty much a sadist) and so i can think of A LOT of things he’d be into but i’m going to just keep it to top 3.
1. bondage: loves to tie you up, your hands completely bound, eyes covered with a blindfold so you can’t move in any way. the power he feels just seeing you struggle, the way your face contorts in frustration because your arms are bound and your vision is temporarily taken away is immense
2. exhibitionism: absolutely LOVES the thrill of the two you possibly getting caught will having sex; the expression of the unsuspecting person.he gets especially excited at the way you clench around him because you’re nervous someone will spot you even though you’re okay with the exhibitionism
3. edging: favourite way to do this is first by eating you out. as soon as he feels your thighs about to quiver, he’ll pull away. next, he’ll pump his fingers in and out of your drenched cunt, fingers curling every so often. when he he feels you clench around his fingers, he’ll stop again. to top it off, he’ll fuck into you, slamming his hips against yours but at a painstakingly slow pace. loves the way you beg and cry for him to let you cum.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
the balcony of your apartment!! checks off all his boxes. it’s accessible and there’s the possibility of getting caught
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
dirty talk!!! if you want to get him all riled, tell him all the things you want him to do. better yet, tell him all the things you want to do him and you guys will be in the bedroom in no time
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
i can’t think of a single thing. i think tendō is one of the most open to experimenting when it comes to sex and he won’t really know he doesn’t like it until he actually tries it
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
this might come as a surprise to some, but i think he prefers to oral. the man is skilled with his tongue. he loves the way you squirm in his grasp, needy for more, but refuses to give it to you just because it’s fun to him
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
fast and rough; he likes to build up the momentum and right when you’re about to cum he’ll stop. continues that pattern until you’re reduced to a blabbering mess
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
not a fan because he prefers to draw out each time with you as long as he can. will only do it if he’s super desperate and he knows you guys can’t wait for the right moment
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
this man is down to do everything and anything that you want. he probably has a long list of things he wants to try with you and it grow every single day.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
can accomplish anything he puts his mind to so i would say his stamina is pretty high. he could probably go for at least 3 rounds, each lasting around 30-45 minutes (including foreplay)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
lots of different toys for the both of you to use on each other!!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
given his kinks tendō is the biggest tease but he’s not cruel; over time he’s learned your limits and will push you just until you’re a quivering, crying mess because he knows you can take it
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
not super loud, but he’s extremely vocal in the sense that he likes whispering dirty things and praises in your ear (with the occasional grunt or moan in-between) cause he knows it makes your skin crawl.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
at a time when the entire city should be asleep, there you stand on the balcony of your shared apartment with your boyfriend. one hand grasps the railing in front of you, the other presses firmly against your mouth. the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips merely ghosting against the nape of your neck is enough to send electric currents up your spine, “kitten, why are you so shy today?”
in one swift movement, both your arms are pinned against your back, your chest meeting the frosty glass of the balcony. his thrusts are long and deep, and with each one it becomes harder and harder to hold back your pathetic cries.
at a time when the entire city should be asleep, there you stand with your boyfriend for anyone to watch as they please.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
longer than average, average girth and a slight curve to the right
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
h i g h. mainly cause he randomly thinks of something new that he wants to try with you and can’t calm down until it happens
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
honestly he probably falls asleep while cuddling you almost instantly after you guys are done
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