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marlena-immortale · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet (Thomas)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A puddle. Thomas would be a puddle after sex. All fucked out and not able to form a complete sentence. He’d just wanna cuddle up to you and stay in your arms forever. You’d have to reassure him that you'll be right back when you go get a cloth to clean him up. And he’d be on top of you, so fucking clingy, the rest of the night.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his own body is his hands. He is so proud to be able to make you feel good with his long slender fingers. And he knows you have a thing for them so he makes sure to play with them and move them around when he catches you staring. You can’t blame him either because they are just so beautiful and you want them all over you all the time. His favorite body part of yours is your hips. His favorite thing is to grip on to them while you bounce up and down on his cock. Not guiding you or moving you, just letting you fuck yourself on him while using his hands on your hips as his only tether to reality while you fuck his brains out.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

He would spill sooo much cum when you finally let him let go of all his pent up release. There would be thick white ropes dripping all over his chest and stomach after you jerk him off.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This boy’s got plenty of dirty secrets, that he’s a little bit ashamed of, that he’ll slowly reveal, knowing that you’d never judge him for anything he’s into or wants to try. One thing that took him a while to let himself indulge in with you is his desire to be totally at your mercy and completely submit to you. He wants to be tied up, blindfolded, and told he’s your pretty little bitch. But once he does tell you, it’s become his second nature to get on his knees and bow his head everytime you give him a certain look.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have very much experience but don't worry, he gets off on you teaching him. You’d have to show how to properly make someone feel good and guide his tentative hands where you want them and tell him exactly what you want him to do and call him a good boy when he does it right.

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

He loves it when you’re on top riding him, setting the pace and pinning him down to the bed. He likes to feel your weight on top of him, grounding him. Or, if he’s the one getting fucked, he likes you pounding into you in missionary so he can stare at your pretty face while he lays back and takes all the pleasure you’re willing to give him.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, he’s too far gone to be cheeky but when you’re just getting started teasing or if you both are wanting something more vanilla for the night, he can be very cute and goofy, always messing around and making little jokes every once in a while.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s got cute little blond curls all over that you just can’t help but run your fingers through any chance you get.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Thomas is very intimate but still very submissive. He loves to have you closely pressed against him at all times to feel your love for him in your breaths against his skin and little kisses left on his face and neck and warm skin pressed against him.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is constantly jacking off whenever he gets any alone time. Unless of course you punish him by not letting him touch himself because he's a good boy and he knows how to follow your commands even when he doesn’t want to. He knows that his domme knows best.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Obviously he loves your d/s dynamic as well as bondage and pegging. But, something else he really enjoys is a little bit of pain. And not just as punishment, he likes the pain especially during sex. It drives him wild when you bite down hard on his neck or thighs, sometimes even drawing a little blood, or when you scratch your nails hard down his back, or when you fuck into him just a little too hard to overwhelm him a bit.

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

He’d be down to fuck just about anywhere and any time you want. He loves to be pushed into the nearest lockable room. Or, maybe even a little mild public play with you softly running your fingertips along the exposed skin of his thighs or his chest or his palm and sensitive inner wrist. Or with you planting wet kisses on his neck while he shudders in your embrace, secretly hoping someone sees.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do. Seeing you lick a drop of ice cream that fell onto your hand; he’s instantly hard. You bend over to pick something up and a little more of your skin is showing

or reach up and your shirt rides up; he’s instantly hard. You innocently brush past him while walking, he’s instantly hard. This boy is obsessed with you and his body definitely makes that clear for you even if he tries to hide it.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like to take charge but you don’t seem to have a problem with that. You love to have him under your control.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Always such a good boy, he’ll stay down there for as long as you like him to. And, he absolutely thrives off of being crushed between your thighs and you sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his pretty mouth and nose and using him just to reach your own orgasm.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fuck him hard and fast till his mind is turned to mush and he’ll be happy. In those rare times when he’s on top, bouncing up and down on your strap, he’ll be completely pliable in your hands guiding his hips on top of yours while his head rests on your chest letting out moans and whimpers and incoherent words that sound vaguely like your name.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Again, he’d be down ot fuck anywhere and any time and you know exactly how to make him cum so quickly. He’d be so blushy and subby afterwards too, all flustered and warm when someone tries to talk to him. He’d need you by his side the rest of the outing, clinging onto you all smiley and happy while everyone else gives you knowing looks.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s definitely game to experiment whenever you want to try something new and puts all his trust in you no matter what. Not to mention, Thomas is such an exhibitionist and doing things in public is his favorite risk to take.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Poor baby can never last very long when he has a pretty woman touching him. He’ll be ready to burst so quickly once you get your hands on him.

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His favorite toy is of course your strap and the many ...ahem… attachments you have just for him. You prefer the big pink one that takes plenty of prep to fit inside him. He also loves your more painful toys too, as much as he begs and pleads for you to stop, he knows he has a safeword to use if he ever wants to and he secretly loves the punishment anyway.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He would never last if he tried to tease you. You, on the other hand, love to tease him. Seeing him get all desperate and whiny is absolute heaven. You’d give him soft little touches and kisses all over his body except where he wants them most. He’d be so desperate you’d have to pin his hands down so he doesn’t touch himself in the meantime.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Thomas is so fucking loud. Such a whiny little bitch. You’d have to make sure to stuff or cover his mouth when you’re in a place where you could get caught. When you’re in private though, he would nuzzle his face in your neck and his little whimpers would reverberate through you.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thomas loves when you check in on him during a scene. He knows it’s just to make sure he’s still ok, but it just feels so intimate and sweet to him. You always take a second and lean down to brush the hair out of his face and wipe his stray tears away and place little kisses on his cheeks and nose and ask how he’s feeling or if he wants to continue. It always brings a smile to his face, even in the middle of a punishment.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is quite large. Very long but not super thick. It would feel so good inside you and would look so pretty all red and leaky, dripping all over his stomach. It would get all twitchy at the slightest touch or the feel of your breath over it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is so high. This boy’s gotta get off every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Whenever you’re not fucking him, he’s getting himself off. He’s ready to go at just about any moment.

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aw, poor boy is so tired afterwards. After his last orgasm of the night, he’s already half asleep and by the time you’re done cleaning him up, he’s snoring sweetly in your arms.

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duskholland · 4 years

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Meet Your Match || Mob!Tom Smut

Summary ↠ It’s always awkward when your current boyfriend meets your ex, but it’s a whole new level when it transpires that your ex-boyfriend is the leader of Tom’s rival mob...

Warnings ↠ 18+, contains mature nsfw material. There are extended warnings beneath the cut, but this is quite heavy.

Word count ↠ 5.9k

A/N ↠ Genuinely am shocked that this came out of my head tbh. It is very intense so please consult the warnings before you dive in ! The entire concept of the first half is very random and almost crack, but then the second half...phew. Sheesh. Thanks to V, mischiefandi, for suggesting I write in a hot Irish mobster as Y/N’s ex...love that for her, and I love you V. I hope you all enjoy this :)

This is a part of my mob!Tom series – a collection of oneshots set within the same universe. You don’t need to read the other parts for this to make sense! You can find the other parts in my masterlist.

18+ do not touch this if you are a minor.

extended warnings: lol. mob themes including gun mention and punching, a broken nose ft minor mentions of blood, a bit of a dodgy ex who makes some uncomfortable comments, alcohol, possessive!jealous!Tom, d/s dynamics, soft!dom!Tom, mean!dom!Tom, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), spitting, orgasm denial and edging, guided masturbation, rough sex, doggy-style, like two minor instances of spanking, he calls her slut once. im not here to fuck around this goes hard so if you aren’t into rough stuff this isn’t for you. also includes unprotected sex -- please practise safe sex (condoms provide barriers against STIs as well as unwanted pregnancy. pls be safe irl). i would like mob!tom to rail me thank u. enjoy.

--------- Meet Your Match ---------

You’d never given much thought to the possibility of Tom meeting one of your exes. Why would you, when being with him is infinitely more satisfying, loving, and enjoyable than it had ever been with one of them?

But if you’d had to imagine it, you would’ve pictured it casually. Maybe you’d be out somewhere together - at a café, or a market, with Tom’s arm wrapped safely around you. You’d see your ex - whoever it may be - and there’d be an awkward encounter. The exchange of painful hellos and goodbyes, maybe some piercing stares, and pinched words. Then, you’d move on, and that would be that.

Never, in your wildest dreams, would you have imagined you’d run into your ex-boyfriend whilst in attendance at a meeting of the London mobs.

It’s a special event - a large, networking occasion, organised by Tom, as an opportunity for him to meet with his partners and rivals, as they come together to cordially bond over beer and discuss business plans. It’s hosted right in the centre of Piccadilly, in the elegant conference room of a luxurious hotel. You’re just starting to relax and settle in when you glance across the room and see him:

Aidan. Your ex-boyfriend. At… A meeting of the mobs of London?

“What the fuck,” you mutter. You almost drop your glass of champagne as you narrow your eyes and stare. The conference room is vast, adorned with glittering chandeliers and large banquet tables, but it’s undeniable: Aidan is here.

“Everything alright, love?” Tom’s by your side, one of his arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders. He’s in remarkably high spirits this evening. The event is fully underway, and judging by the snippets of conversation you’ve been hearing, Tom’s latest plans are coming into fruition - something about warehouses, and a shipment of class A drugs. But none of it matters now, because your mind is entirely elsewhere.

“No,” you state immediately.

Tom cranes his neck, his eyes seeking you out. You manage to drag your gaze away from Aidan for a brief second.

“What is it?” He’s looking at you with those deep, warm brown eyes, and his gaze is so tender it makes your breath hitch. One of Tom’s fingers moves up to caress your cheek, and you find yourself shifting guiltily on your feet.

“Who, exactly, did you invite to this meeting?” You ask your boyfriend, speaking in hushed tones. Your eyes slip back to Aidan, and you feel yourself relax as you note he’s still deep in conversation with a few men.

“Suppliers, rivals, allies… Anyone of importance, really.” Tom narrows his eyes, his thumb brushing over your chin as he looks at you closely. “Why?”

“Did you know that you’ve also invited my ex-boyfriend?”

Judging by the look of utter shock on Tom’s face, he had not, in fact, realised his fundamental truth.

“Who?” He asks immediately. His face shifts through several shades before settling on jealous, with his eyebrows bunched together.

You turn around, resting one hand on the broad shoulder of Tom’s suit before using your other to point out across the crowd.

“Aidan.”

Tom squints his eyes, a small rumbling noise travelling up his throat. “Aidan?” He repeats, his voice flooded with confusion. You hum affirmatively. “Bloke with the blond hair? Irish?” Again, a hum. Tom releases a short, curt chuckle. “Angel, he’s not called Aidan.”

“What?” You exclaim.

Tom releases a deep sigh. “That’s Gordy. He runs the Eastside.”

You feel your jaw loosen. A fake name. “Gordy Byrne?”

“The one and only.”

“Shit.”

You’ve been with Tom for a year. Over those long, fulfilling twelve months, you’ve picked up on several important key pieces of information about the London mob: it’s split into three factions, each sector run by a different figurehead. Tom and his family control the South-West, and they’re in constant disagreement with Gordy, of the East, and Monique, of the North. Each third is continuously testing the waters, trying to take over land, and supplies, and emerge as the solo Kingpin of London. The fragile alliance between the three families is constantly on the verge of disintegration.

And Gordy is your ex, who you’d met three years ago at the same exclusive club you’d worked in when you’d met Tom. Your relationship had lasted eight months and ended on equal terms as you’d mutually agreed the spark had fizzled away. Despite the considerable span of your relationship, you’d had no suspicions that he’d been involved with the mob. The thought is incredibly jarring.

“Seems like you have a type,” Tom comments, his voice entirely too flippant.

Before you can call him out on his apparent feelings of resentment, your evening takes a further turn as you realise Gordy has spotted you and is now working his way through the sea of people towards you.

He looks just as you remember: 6’2, blond, green-eyed. His shoulders are stocky and broad, and his suit bulges with disguised muscles. He maintains that signature swagger you’d come to associate with him, his eyes glinting as he throws out a wild smile. Your eyes catch on the presence of a few new golden teeth fixed in his mouth, and then to the tattooed knuckles that hang by his side.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Gordy greets, green eyes skimming across you appreciatively, “Who’d ‘a thought we’d meet again?”

All you can really do is let out a squeak of agreement, and pull away from Tom’s side to greet the man with a kiss on the cheek. The familiar scent of Gordy’s musky cologne drifts up your nose, and it makes your head spin.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you pull away, looking at him incredulously. His pale cheeks wear a scruff of fuzz, highlighting the high arches of his cheekbones.

“What are you doing here?” He returns, his Irish accent twanging. His eyes shift over to Tom, then back to you, and then they watch as Tom reaches out and carefully tangles his fingers with yours. “Wait…”

“Evening, mate,” Tom greets, voice a little clipped. You feel the grip on your hand tighten, and you let him reel you back into his side. You find home beneath Tom’s heavy arm as he repositions it across your shoulder, keeping you near. “I see you’ve already met my girlfriend.”

The air seems to flicker with tension.

“Interesting,” Gordy comments. He shifts his attention back to you, drawing the lines of your face with his curious eyes. “Didn’t take you for the type, Y/N. Would’ve stuck around if I’d thought you could handle this life.”

His words dig into you, and you find yourself clenching your teeth.

“You told me you worked in banking.”

“Oh, I do.” He runs his fingers down the front of his designer suit, winking. “The mob is quite a lucrative business.” He pauses, and something a little like guilt flashes over his face. “You know my real name, yeah? Gordy, not Aidan. Sorry about that. I hate the lies, but they’re for protection, y’know.”

You feel almost dizzy as you bring your glass of champagne to your lips and throw it back. The bubbles do little to soothe down your discomfort.

“Wow,” you manage. Your eyes shift up to Tom, who’s looking at Gordy with apprehension in his gaze. You understand why: for the past two months, Tom’s been engaged in a brutal turf-war with Gordy’s family over in the South-East. Men have died, shipments stolen. You know one of Tom’s primary motivations for the meeting tonight was to see if he could reach some kind of agreement with them, but the circumstances were tense enough as it was, before this.

“Isn’t this fun,” Gordy comments. He’s eyeing up Tom now, a cocky smirk hanging from his plush lower lips. “Well, Thomas, it’d seem you and I have a lot more in common than we’d thought, eh? Maybe we’ll be able to come to an agreement.”

Your stomach turns, and you feel Tom tighten his grip on your arm. He clears his throat, and when he speaks, his tone is so severe that it knocks the air from your lungs.

“Don’t talk about Y/N like that,” he warns darkly. “We will not be making any deals tonight, Gordy.”

You raise your eyebrows, trying to meet his eyes but finding that Tom ignores your attempts and instead keeps staring straight ahead at your ex-boyfriend, a determined frown hanging from his thin lips.

“Why’s that, Thomas?” He quips.

“I don’t like your attitude, I don’t like your policies, and I don’t like the way you’re looking at my girlfriend.”

Gordy arches an eyebrow. His hand slips down slowly to rest on his hip, but not before his suit jacket has ridden up just enough to expose the sleek outline of his gun, hanging low in the holster on his belt.

“Is this how it’s going to be, Tom?” He asks, shifting his eyes back to you. “Eh? I bed your bird and suddenly business is off the table?”

You can feel the mood sour, and as much as you’d like to reach out and give Gordy a piece of your mind, you are painfully aware of the circumstances: you are standing in the lion’s den. Despite the meeting of Tom’s creation, you know that there’s no chance in hell that Gordy has walked into the evening alone. To initiate any sort of heated discussion whilst surrounded by London’s most notorious gangsters would be a disastrous move.

“Tom,” you murmur, recognising all too well the signs of anger that curl out across Tom’s face: his clenched jaw, the deep frown marks on his forehead, the tight line of his lips. “Let’s go.”

For a moment you think he’s going to follow you. Tom lets you shrug off his arm and take his hand, and his posture loosens as if he’s about to turn and walk across the room with you. But then, of course, Gordy just has to get in the last word.

“Oh, well, if you’re going, you won’t mind giving me a goodbye kiss, eh, Y/N?” He peers at you with mischievous eyes, his voice lilting lightly. “Just like old times?”

Tom’s moving before you can even attempt to stop him, and you hear a loud crack as his fist sweeps up and collides with Gordy’s nose. The man doubles over, groaning profusely, and your eyes widen as you take in the stream of blood that immediately begins to pour from his face.

“Tom!” You exclaim, your eyes wide and your hands shaking. Your boyfriend grabs at your fingers, squeezing your digits in his.

“He’s not allowed to disrespect you like that,” he mutters darkly.

“I don’t need you to defend me, I can do it myself,” you hiss back. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you feel the hot lump of anger melt away as Tom looks at you through those brown, golden eyes, his mouth positioned into a guilty smile.

Two men emerge from the crowd and flank Gordy’s side. You feel a deep swell of fear pool in the pit of your stomach, and instinctively your fingers move down towards your bag for the switch-blade you’d buried alongside your lipstick. But you find your actions stilling as Gordy clears his throat, rights himself and holds up a bloody hand.

“It’s fine,” Gordy tells his guards. He tilts his head in your direction. “I deserved it. No disrespect to the lady.” His beady green eyes move to Tom. “We can finish this discussion some other time, Thomas. Good evening to you both.”

Before waiting to see if Gordy turns around and walks away, you tighten your grip on Tom’s hand and lead him out of the large conference room. It’s completely silent, and the groups of people seem to part like the sea as you escort your boyfriend from the scene, his lips brushing over the back of his bruised hand as he winces. You don’t say anything, not until you’re safely stowed away in the backseat of a large car, the doors locked, windows tinted, and driver separated by partition.

“Love, look, I’m sorry, but I-”

You cut Tom off by climbing from your seat and meeting his mouth with a deep, needy kiss. Your boyfriend releases a noise of surprise, and his hands shift up to grab at your waist as he pulls you onto his lap eagerly, pressing back against your lips with fervour. It’s messy, and you enjoy running your hands through strands of his unruly hair as he keeps you close, his fingers grasping at every area of your front and sides, mapping you out.

“What did I do to deserve that?” Tom murmurs, his curious eyes meeting yours. “Thought I was in trouble.” His hands cup your cheeks, and you give him a coy smile.

“You shouldn’t have punched him,” you tell him, biting your lip as his thumb brushes over the soft skin of your face. “I’m glad that you did, though. He was a dick.”

Tom hums. “And also the enemy, love.”

Your eyebrows knit together, and you sit back on Tom’s wide thighs as you sigh. “I can’t believe he runs one of the other mobs,” you mutter. “I can’t believe I’ve dated two mobsters, and I didn’t even know.”

Tom’s smile doesn’t quite stretch to his eyes, but he still manages a short chuckle. “I hate the thought of you being with him,” he admits. His eyes stir with something darker, and his fingers dig into your waist. “I hate the thought of you being with anyone other than me.”

You bite your lower lip as you twirl the short strands at the nape of his neck around your fingers. “It was a long time ago,” you tell him. “Our relationship wasn’t anything of consequence.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, but he’s still got that hungry glint in his eyes. You feel a shiver roll down your spine as his gaze sweeps across your face, his hands shifting up to rest on the curves of your breasts. Your dress is thin, and the neckline meant you had to go without a bra. A soft gasp falls past your lips as Tom’s thumbs brush over the lines of your nipples, which prick in response to his touch.

“Is our relationship of consequence?” Tom asks, his voice dancing. He’s staring at your chest now, his smirk widening as you instinctively push further into his hands, enjoying the feeling of his large, warm palms groping at your breasts.

“Of course.” You swallow and bring your fingers away from his neck. With careful movements, you reach up and pull the straps of your dress from your shoulders, meeting Tom’s gaze as you roll down the front of the garment, exposing your bare chest to him. “I love you.”

Tom seeks out your neck with his lips, and you release a small gasp as he sucks firmly on the base of your throat, his fingers moving over your bare chest. You can feel his mouth pulling the blood to the surface of your skin, but the pain makes you cry out in pleasure as your fingers wrap around his suit jacket and fist at the expensive material hugging his back. He takes his time as he works his way up your neck, sucking and biting, and then soothing the throbbing marks with gentle laps of his tongue and soft, open-mouthed kisses. By the time he reaches your ear, you’re squirming in his lap.

“You are mine.”

His tongue teases the lobe of your ear as his hands move all across your bare back, caressing your skin gently with his palms. The cold metal of his silver rings bites to touch, but you shiver in enjoyment.

“Yours,” you agree. Tom shifts from your neck to look at you straight on, his eyes full of dark, heady lust.

“Mine,” he repeats. His mouth is on yours, and you let him prise apart your lips with his tongue. His hands fist at your hair and he pulls you closer roughly, and your teeth collide as he kisses you sloppily, groaning into your mouth. It’s messy - with noses bashing and his digits tugging at your strands and your lips moving everywhere, slick with spit - but you feel him gather you up in his arms as he holds you. He owns you.

You make-out until the car arrives home, at which point your lips are tender and puffy and your entire body throbs with persistent arousal. Tom’s eager with his affection, but you can feel the underlying pulse of fear coasting through his veins; you want so desperately to placate it: to let him know that he has nothing to worry about - that you are his now, and probably always will be. Tom’s not alone in his discomfort - you, too, feel jilted and unbalanced after running into a ghost from your past. You need Tom desperately, in more ways that one. You need him to look after you - to hold you, be firm with you, and show you your place within your relationship. You need him to be your dom, and you crave the release of submitting to him entirely - with your mind, body and heart.

“You can do anything you want to me tonight,” you tell him. You’re standing at the foot of the bed, Tom sitting up against the headboard. His suit jacket lays off to the side, tie hanging loose around his neck and his top two buttons undone. You’ve made a mess of his hair, but he looks so fucking pretty with his chestnut curls all tousled and his lips bright pink and inflamed.

“That’s funny,” Tom comments, eyes glinting as he tilts his head to the side, “I thought I could already do that.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself biting your lower lip as your face fills up with heat.

“Do you want me to take off my dress?” Your fingers toy with the straps, which are all rolled up and uneven thanks to the hastiness in which you’d scrambled from the car.

“No.” Tom sits up, and he pats his thigh invitingly. “Take off your panties and come up here.”

You tease him a little bit, enjoying the way his gaze weighs down your figure. You’re slow to push your dress up to your waist, and you make a show of hooking your index fingers beneath the band to reveal lacy panties. You tug at the material until it falls to pool at your feet, and then you delicately step away from them and approach your boyfriend. You have a sudden thought that it’s as if you are the prey, walking straight into danger, but you welcome it: Tom’s looking at you, his expression hard but excited and his eyes swimming with darkness, and it makes your throat dry up.

“Such a gorgeous girl, aren’t you?”

The material of Tom’s slacks feels coarse against your centre as you straddle his left thigh. His hands press at your waist, pushing your cunt straight against his leg, and the contact makes you moan softly.

“You look so pretty with your neck all marked up.” Tom presses a light kiss to one of your hickeys, and you gasp as a line of pain ripples out across your skin. “You look like you’re mine.”

“I am.”

“I know.” Tom strokes his hand through your hair, eyes watching you carefully. “I’m just going to remind you.”

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” You ask, your voice wavering.

He hums, the noise suspended with confidence. “You’ll see.” His hands dig into your waist a little firmer, and he starts to guide your movements. “Work yourself against my thigh, darling. Make a nice wet spot for me.”

His words make you moan, and you’re quick to comply. You recognise the dark glint in his eyes and the layers to his voice - he’s slipping away into his harder, more dominative side, just as you find yourself eager to oblige him. You grind yourself down over his thigh, and his trousers are rough against your flushed centre. The friction burns beautifully. A few moans slip past your lips, and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press over you, digging into your waist, guiding you. Tom is very much in control, and as the seconds slip past, you give into it.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmurs, rich voice drifting into your ears. You bite your lip, your hole clenching around nothing as you swivel your hips and feel the pressure to your hot bud.

“Feels really good,” you admit, voice a whimper. “Love it when you let me touch you.”

Tom takes your chin between two fingers, looking at you with a hard stare. He pulls your face to him, his tongue licking a wide stripe over your lips. As you try to push forward for a kiss, he just moves away, a teasing smirk on his lips. “No,” he says softly, “You’ll take what I give you, and you won’t be greedy about it. I don’t want to have to punish you, babygirl.”

You nod quickly, the movement hurried and messy. It’s getting hard to think of anything other than the fact you’ve made his trousers slick with your arousal. The burn between your legs is gradually swelling to a crescendo.

“Sorry,” you whisper. Your fingers find purchase on his shoulder, and you find your forehead dropping down to rest there too as your breathing hitches.

“Are you close, darling?” He’s very soft and gentle, and it makes you whimper out a small noise of agreement. Tom chuckles, pulling at your hair as he brings your face back up, his hands bearing down on your hips to halt your movements. “Lie down for me, please.”

You scramble from his lap, your centre pulsing as it leaves his thigh. Your eyes catch on the way you’ve left a large, wet mark on his trousers, and you watch with wide eyes as Tom stands from the bed. He walks around to the foot of the mattress, his figure commanding your complete attention.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’d like to do to you,” he says, speaking quietly. His nimble fingers work down the buttons of his shirt, popping them quickly. Once his shirt is discarded, Tom works on his slacks. As the metallic sounds of his belt clicking fill the air, he smirks at you. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” you say immediately. You squeal as Tom grabs at your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He kneels on the floor, hauling you closer until your thighs are over his shoulders and his face is near your heat. Your dress scrunches up at your waist, and you whimper as his hands press your legs apart. “I’ll always be good for you.”

“Is that right?” Tom asks, index finger running lightly over the inside of one of your thighs. He looks up at you, eyes hooded and blown wide with lust.

“Yes.”

“Prove it to me,” he instructs. “If you think you’re about to cum, you need to tell me.” Tom’s gaze darkens. “If you disobey me, you won’t enjoy what happens.” With tender lips, he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, looking at you with a gentle smile. When he speaks again, his voice is lighter, “Is this okay, darling?”

You nod.

“Words.”

As two of Tom’s fingers spread your puffy outer lips, you stammer out a broken, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

He dives in quickly, and the press of his warm tongue against your pulsing pussy makes you cry out. You’re already feeling hot and bothered from the time you spent rutting against the coarse material of his trousers, and the pressure soothes you. He’s too far away to touch, so you curl your hands into fists and pull at the silky bed linen, eyelids fluttering shut as his tongue caresses you, over and over.

Tom makes out sloppily with your cunt, two of his slender fingers pulling up to push into your heat. He fills you easily, taking the edge off your desire as his tongue flicks over your clit, unrelenting, hard. He’s eager for it, holding nothing back as he coaxes you quickly towards a high, moaning and grunting into your centre. The vibrations drive you mad, and your mind spins off as he holds you in place.

“S-Shit,” you stammer, back arching. As much as you don’t want to say it, Tom’s already pushing you towards climax. As he curls his slender digits up against you, his tips brush against your g-spot, and it has you seeing stars. “I’m gonna cum, Tom.”

All movements stop. Tom’s mouth pulls back from your cunt, and his fingers still inside you. Your walls clench around him, but he relaxes them, halting all stimulation of your sensitive pussy as you whimper.

“Good,” he coos. Your eyes seek him out, and you moan as you see his chin slick with your juices. “You taste divine, sweetheart.” His free hand strokes over your inner thigh, calming you with gentle circles and caresses. “We’ll do this a few more times, I think. I want you dripping onto the sheets. I want you to forget about everything apart from me, and how desperate you are for me.” His teeth nip at your thigh, and you squirm.

True to his word, Tom works you up, over and over again. Each time he brings you to the edge of a high, he pulls back at the last moment, leaving you teetering on the edge for a painful second before your climax goes ebbing away from your reach. The time it takes to build up to each edge narrows considerably with each completion, and you find yourself growing desperate for more. Your skin is hot and prickles, your forehead breaking into a sweat. The muscles in your legs ache from the exertion of almost spasming into climax, time and time again, and your throat hurts from your eager, desperate moans. He’s a demon, his deep brown eyes watching you closely, sharp ears picking up each noise and sound, and he seems intent on drawing this out for as long as possible.

“I think that’s enough,” Tom finally says. Your sigh of relief is so loud and pronounced that it makes him chuckle. “What, you didn’t like that?” His hand comes down over your inner thigh, slapping softly. As the pain ripples across your skin, you whimper. “Don’t lie to me, angel. I know you love it when I’ve got my head between your legs.” His large hands slip under your thighs, and he pushes you up the bed, slipping up over you. With his body suspended above you and a hand either side of your head, Tom raises his eyebrows. “Open,” he instructs.

What he does next makes your eyes roll back. You open your mouth immediately, and he chuckles darkly. One hand holds your jaw, and you watch as Tom purses his lips, eyes you intently, and then spits directly into your mouth. The taste of your cunt spreads out across your tongue, and your hole clenches around nothing as you moan loudly.

“Swallow,” he says. You close your mouth and do just that, and then you stick out your tongue for him to see. “Good,” he coos. Tom kisses you suddenly, the action hard as he sucks on your tongue. When he pulls back, he kisses your nose. “Pretty girl, aren’t you? My pretty girl.”

His lips skate all across your face, dusting you in warm kisses of reward.

“I love you,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The gratitude you feel towards him for knowing exactly what you need is boundless, consuming.

“And I love you.” You share a tender moment of understanding as Tom brushes his hand over your face, and in the look you exchange, you know that he feels as you do: appreciation towards your partner, for reading you and obliging you. He hums softly, slipping away from you after a final kiss to pull off his boxers. “Take off your dress for me, love. Give me a show.”

You’re shaky on your feet, but you manage to stand in front of the bed. Tom sits up against the headboard, working his hand over his erect length as he watches you. You tease him, just like you know he enjoys, taking your time as you roll the sleeves down and unzip the back. The material goes tumbling to the floor, pooling at your feet, and then you’re entirely naked - wearing only his hickeys, and his spit between your legs.

“Beautiful,” he says, eyes glinting. “You’re an angel, aren’t you?” When you shrug bashfully, he nods. “My angel. C’mere.” You move to him, but he stops you before you can reach for his cock. “I want you to lie down here and show me how you get off.”

“But I want--”

He shuts you up with a hard stare. “Do you really want to finish that sentence?” When you’re quiet, he hums. You can’t stop staring at the way his hands slide over his length. Your mouth waters at the thought of letting your tongue wander over his leaking tip, collecting the beads of salty precum. “Do this for me, and then I’ll let you have what you want.”

You part your legs, your thighs aching. As you dip your hand between your legs, you whimper to feel your slick mixed with Tom’s spit. Your skin is soaked, and as you nimbly press two fingers into your hole, you find it looser, already stretched from Tom’s exploration earlier. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your hand move as you slowly fuck yourself with your fingers, getting pleasure from the knuckle of your thumb as it brushes up against your clit.

As you begin to whimper, Tom swoops in with his final lesson of the evening. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around yours, guiding your movements. He sets the pace and the angle, speeding up your thrusts. The sound of your wetness sloshing around makes you cry out loudly as he edges you perfectly, like he knows your body better than you.

“You see this,” he mutters, voice husky. “I give you pleasure. It doesn’t matter if it’s my tongue in your cunt, or my fingers, or my cock. This cunt?” He curls your fingers, and they brush up against your g-spot, making you cry out. “This cunt is mine. You are mine.”

You almost lose it right there, the deep husky tones of his dominant voice sending you spinning, but then Tom pulls away. As your walls flutter weakly around nothing, he pats at your hip.

“Hands and knees, darling.”

Your arms shake as you roll over, adopting the position. Again, Tom stands at the foot of the bed, pulling you back until you’re spread open for him. You feel his cock, dragging through your slick folds, teasing your tender clit until your hips jerk forwards. Your bud aches almost painfully, your body pulled tight with an overwhelming need to climax.

“Please,” you beg desperately, dropping your head between your arms. “Please, please.”

Tom’s hand smooths over the curve of your ass, silver ring biting coolly against you, “Does my darling want to feel my cock?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hmm.” Easily, he slips the tip of his cock past your entrance. “I suppose you deserve it,” he teases. “Been such a good little slut for me, haven’t you?”

When Tom finally fucks into you, the moan you release is almost pornographic. He’s been teasing you, over and over, drawing you close to orgasm only to jerk it away from you each time, but now that he’s got his length buried up to the hilt inside you, you know it’s been worth it. Nothing compares to the relief you feel as you realise you’ll be allowed to finish soon, your walls squeezing his cock.

The pace is punishing, and everything blurs together. His hands on your hips, holding you in place, pulling you back rhythmically to meet with his thrusts. As his slick cock pounds into you over and over, his flushed tip nudges against your g-spot. The stimulation makes your eyes tear up, and a few hot tears skate across your cheeks as you whimper and cling to the sheets.

“Fuck, princess, you’re fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?” A hand falls over your bum, and you moan. “So tight and warm. Feels so snug around me, lovie. So perfect.” Tom’s voice comes out firm, but it wavers, and you can imagine the grimace of pleasure on his face. “Always take me so well.” His hand moves to the top of your back, and he pushes you into the bed. Your face buries into the sheets as the angle adjusts, and you gasp loudly as the adjustment means he can rail you harder.

“S-Shit,” you moan. “Love your cock, Tommy. Pl-Please.”

“What do you need?”

You whimper, the power of his thrusts fucking you further into the mattress. “W’nna cum.”

“You can play with your clit then.”

Tears fly down your cheeks, and it feels overwhelming as you nudge a hand between your legs to fondle your bud. Tom’s hands hold your hips, keeping you nice and open for him, and you’re glad for the heavy pressure on your skin. It keeps you anchored down.

“Are you close?” He asks, grunting heavily as he feels your walls squeeze him.

“Yes.”

“I think you deserve to cum, don’t you?” He pauses briefly, cursing lowly, pace faltering. “Let go, darling. Let me feel you squeezing me. I want to feel what I do to you.”

The action of his deep, fast thrusts mixes with your fingers on your clit, and you cum with a loud, quivering scream. Tom holds you down, fucking into you as you spasm and writhe in the sheets, and after a few, mind-numbing moments of pleasure, you feel him follow you with a grunt. His hot speed paints your walls, his noises of heady enjoyment mixing with yours, and it just prolongs your climax.

When you calm down, Tom carefully pulls out from you. You whimper at the loss, feeling a little out of it as he turns you over, pushes you up into the centre of the bed and pulls you on top of him. Your head settles in the crook of his neck, his hands palming over your back as he kisses the top of your head, over and over again.

“So good for me,” he mumbles. Your legs tangle together. You can feel his cum spilling from your hole, dripping down onto him, but he doesn’t seem to care. “My best girl. I love you so much.”

You hum quietly, rubbing your hand over the top of his arm as you whimper. “Love you too,” you manage, voice hoarse.

Tom’s hands cup your face, and he gently coaxes you up until he can meet with your eyes. His fingers brush away the teary residue from your cheeks, and he kisses you softly.

“Mine,” he mumbles against you, smiling into your lips as you hum in agreement. One of your hands folds into his curls, and you feel your heart stirring contentedly in your chest.

“Yours.”

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lol. hope you enjoyyyyed :)

I’m intending to do some mob!Tom blurbs next week for mob!Monday, so if you have any concepts you’d like to see, please send them to my ask box!

ask box is open for your thoughts!! I’m dying to know what you think of this... 👀

masterlist linked in bio!

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kaaytea · 3 years

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hi :’’) i love ur blog so much!!!! can i request some random fluffy headcanons/lil scenarios of what a relationship with haruichi, ryou, and miyuki would be like? maybe childhood friend for miyuki only? ;v; i just feel like hes the type to go after his childhood friend lol

Falling for a childhood friend

⤷Includes: Ryousuke, Haruichi, Miyuki

Warnings: brief mentions of death, lil bit angsty

A/n: Hello lovely! It makes me so happy to hear you're enjoying the blog 🤧 I've already done dating hcs for both Ryou and Haruichi so I decided to include them in the falling for childhood friend req, I hope you don't mind! Also I don't know what happened with Miyooks, I threw in his mom as a small detail but then it turned slightly angsty

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Ryousuke

Please, Ryou has been introducing you as his s/o since he was 8 years old

You lived across the street from the Kominatos and being the same age as Ryou your parents set up play dates frequently when you were younger

Initially Ryou would tease you alot by tugging on your hair and occasionally shoving you

But when other kids on the street started to bully you and push you around like he did, Ryou defended you with his life

Only he was allowed to bully you 😤

One day he just casually asked you out while lying on the grass in his backyard

You were kids so you didn't fully understand relationships

You liked Ryou, he protected you and was kind so that was enough reasoning for you to accept

You were "dating" the last few years of elementary school

When you started junior high you were a bit confused on if your relationship was actually serious because it began from an innocent question on Ryousuke's part

Was he actually seriously considering you his s/o? Or was this just a silly thing the two of you had kept going for too long?

When you asked him this he looked at you like you'd grown two heads

"I asked you out didn't I?"

"Yes but we were barely 8 at the time. You couldn't have actually been serious."

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't serious. My feelings for you haven't changed, if anything I'm probably more in love with you now then I was then."

"O-Oh"

To prove his point he kissed you on the lips for the first time

(and then he made fun of how flustered you looked)

Anyways

When Ryou told you he was going to Seidou you were heart broken. You were already confirmed to attend a local highschool meaning he'd be in a completely different city from you for the next three years

The last thing Ryousuke wanted was to break up with you. You were probably the only person he had met that he considered as important as his family, it'd be even more painful for the both of you if he broke off your relationship before leaving

You eventually settled on calling each other every night to talk and then Video chat every other Saturday

Ryousuke would sneak off during dinner to avoid his teammates eavesdropping on your conversations

He ended up missing you alot more than he thought he would so he looks forward to your nightly calls all day

He's extremely happy whenever you take the train to Tokyo to watch one of his games

After the game he always meets up with you and sneaks away from the team so you could watch the next game together

He also looks for a secluded area to just hug you for 5 minutes straight because wOW did he miss being able to hold you!

Haruichi

Haruichi was so close with Ryou when they were younger and spent most of his free time following him around so the two of you most likely met at school

Haruichi wasn't the best at putting himself out there to make friends in elementary school. He was a bit too timid to approach anyone so he usually kept to himself or sat with his teacher when the class was given free time

Until one day you just sat down next to him and started talking

He was too shy to tell you to go away and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like having a friend to be with, so he let you pull him over to a different table to draw together

By the end of that day the two of you were inseparable

Haruichi was honestly sO excited to have a friend that wasn't one of Ryou's! Sweet boy went home and told his mom all about you

Fast forward to junior high and you're still best friends

It's actually during junior high that the two of you somehow get even closer as Ryou left to attend Seidou leaving Haruichi alone back home in Kanagawa

The two of you spent almost every free moment you had together and Haruichi started to find a different sort of comfort around you

He doesn't even know what triggered it, he just suddenly realized how cute you looked and ever since then his chest would get all tight and he'd have the constant feeling of butterflies in his stomach when around you

Ironically everyone thought the two of you were already a couple, including his parents who once asked how his date with you was to which he had to stutter out an explanation with a bright red face

In your finale year of junior high, Haruichi decided he had to confess at some point. The uncertainty of where he'd be going for highschool was hanging over him like a nasty rain cloud, and with how he was leaning more and more towards running off to Tokyo each day, he knew he couldn't just leave without telling you how he felt

So one day while the two of you were studying in his room he just couldn't hold it in anymore and told you everything

You immediately told him that you were harboring the same feelings he was and encouraged him to go peruse baseball at Seidou

It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders when you said that. He pulled you into a tight hug and hid his face in you shoulder as he muttered out thank yous

The day Haruichi left for Seidou you could tell he was torn between being disappointed about leaving you and being excited to open a new door of possibilities at the prestigious school

You sent him off with a kiss on the cheek promising to come visit sometime

What Haruichi didn't know is that your "visit" would be happening way sooner than he thought

A few months prior you had sent an application to Seidou and remarkably you were accepted!

Haruichi was significantly gloomy on the first day of classes. For the first time in over 10 years you wouldn't be sitting in the desk in front of his. He didn't think he'd feel so lonely this quickly, but here he was staring out the window desperately wishing you were here to ramble on about a videogame or what your mom had packed in your bento

The look on his face was priceless when you walked into his classroom and pulled a chair up to his desk like you'd usually do

"W-what are you doing here?!"

"I go to school here silly! Anyways, I started a show last night that we HAVE to watch together!"

Unsurprisingly the two of you were still attached at the hip while at Seidou

Although, Ryou seemed to find great pleasure in teasing the both of you now that you were in his proximity. He always took the time to send you knowing smiles or bops on the head when he passed the both of you in the halls

Miyuki

You lived relatively close to Miyuki but knew him more so due to the fact that your father worked at his dad's steel mill

When Miyuki's mom was still around she was always offering to watch you while you parents worked, so the two of you were kind of forced to become friends from your constant presence at his house

Those early days of friendship were spent in the kitchen with Miyuki gushing about baseball, pointing out cool plays and explaining the game to you while his mother cooked you both lunch

He'd also drag you and his mother to a park near by so the two of you could play catch together

(his mom would often have to remind him that sometimes you didn't want to play catch and to let you decide what the two of you should do)

When his mom died you slowly saw the effect it had on him

Miyuki lost the cheerful innocence he carried when he'd explain baseball games in his homes small kitchen. He became a little more closed off; a little less bright

There were days you would stop by to check in on him only to find Kazuya curled up on his bed clutching a scarf his mother had made him to his chest

He didn't cry, not once. Instead your friend became an empty vessel, a shell of what he formally was

Slowly his old cheery attitude would shine occasionally when making jokes or teasing you, a small crack in the calculative demeanor he kept up

Those small appearances of light-hearted behavior were your only reassurance he was still the same little boy you initially knew

Since his mothers death you took it upon yourself to be that little spark of light that seemed to have dimmed inside him

You pulled him to the park to play catch, encouraged him to continue being a catcher, you even helped manage your schools team so you could keep him company

You also became accustomed to carrying band-aids with you. Miyuki was a small kid for his age and had a habit of pissing off his upperclassmen which never ended well

When it came time to choose highschools Miyuki made it clear that you didn't have to follow him to Seidou to keep him company

He was going for baseball, making friends wasn't his top priority anyways

In the end you still went to Seidou with him (which secretly he was very grateful for, he felt better knowing you'd be there for him and vice versa)

I feel like Miyuki would unknowingly have had a crush on you for years but never realized it. He just played it off as you being his childhood friend

you knew him better than he knew himself so of course he'd feel this comforting love towards you!

Boy is his world turned upside down when Kuramochi asks him how long the two of you have been dating

He'd never considered seeing you in a romantic light but now the thoughts of holding you to his chest or kissing your nose WONT. LEAVE.

He becomes very awkward and goes through a mini crisis everytime he sees you

This would go on for a few weeks but everything seemed to peak after the summer tournament

You'd just gotten back with the rest of the managers and immediately went off to find Miyuki

He was in the dinning hall already watching their game against Inashiro when you found him. It was pretty late so the hall was empty asides from the two of you

When you walked over to him he just silently pulled you down to sit on his lap, propping his chin on your shoulder so he could continue reviewing the game. In return you ran your fingers through his hair

Kazuya would never admit he was upset with how the game turned out, but you could tell he was torn up from the outcome

Everything about this moment seemed to make his feelings boil over. He moved his head from your shoulder and stared you down

"I'm in love with you"

"About time you admitted it, dumbass!"

He pinched your side in retaliation, laughing as you slapped his hand away

And then he kissed you ♥️

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magicapandora · 2 years

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Victor x Rosie hcs?? I see you rarely talking about them here

Djakdjsksjaksj im glad u wanna hear more about these dumbasses! (affectionate)

So Rosie and Victor at first have a very much playful cat and mouse relationship, or a fox and bunny. Like before even dating they love to flirt and playfully tease eachother, usually calling eachother pet names and being very comfy with eachother. Rosie is actually pretty popular, and so has a sizable amount of friends and other’s who want to talk to her, making her catch Victor’s eye at first.

I’m pretty sure the first time he came up to her, he had a rose in hand and gave it to her, saying something like, “A rose for a rose, quite poetic wouldn’t you say?”. Rosie laughed but accepted the rose, thanking him for the gift, “That’s really sweet of you, but y’know, giving pretty girls pretty flowers isn’t gonna make them swoon.”. That’s when Victor basically swore to himself that he would steal Rosie’s heart, not knowing he already served up the key to his on a silver platter.

Since both of them are theatre nerds, they’d also do impromptu performances either during breaks between classes or even during meal time, drawing a crowd of curious or annoyed onlookers to their act. They usually memorize monologues together and their performances are either super serious and well acted out or super dramatic and are supposed to be bad and over saturated, but both performances do usually get an applause.

Victor calls Rosie Rose-Rose, Sugar, Doll, and My Rose while Rosie calls Victor Handsome, Pretty boy, Vicky, and Count Casanova which is Rosie’s personal favorite cause it annoys Victor.

They often sneak out to the astronomy tower to have impromptu dances, usually with Victor bringing his radio to play some music on a station that plays love songs 24/7 or something cheesy. Victor usually leads the dances but can’t help but just look at Rosie, trying to admire them while also trying not to step on Rosie’s feet with his combat boots. Rosie’s the same, taking in every detail of Victor but also making sure to not crush his feet with her heels.

Their first kiss was actually very sweet. They were talking in a somewhat secluded spot in an empty corridor between classes. They were talking about random things, like they usually do, and Victor makes a flirty comment, probably something like “Even with all these candles, you really do shine brighter.”. Rosie chuckles, leaning back against the wall, “C’mon, you can do better than that.”. Victor smirks, basically kabedoning/caging in Rosie with his arm, leaning closer to Rosie, almost nose to nose. Rosie smiles, “Is that all you got, Vicky?”. Both of them just stare at eachother, looking to each others eyes and lips. Victor leans in, cupping her face, and Rosie placing her hand on his shoulder, both of them leaning into the kiss. It’s quiet but it’s sweet. It feels right. Both of them pull away, a bit flushed in the face. They both just stare at eachother, still reeling from what just happened. Victor clears his throat, “Uh. So. See ya later? Cool? Cool.” Before giving finger guns, and walking away, making sure to walk behind a wall after the turn and absolutely shadow boxing, pumping his fists and absolutely going nuts. Rosie smiles to herself, feeling her lips with her fingers, still feeling the warmth of the kiss still.

Sorry if this was a bit long but I hope you like this!!

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #rosie mayfield #my oc #my mc #hphm jacobs sibling #hphm mc #jacobs sibling #jacob’s sibling #Victor Ketsueki #Victor Kitsueki #Hphm victor #Bloodpops #Victor x Rosie #Victor x MC #hphm headcanons #headcanons #my post #asks

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fantastic-bby · 3 years

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ATEEZ vs. Christmas confessions

Pairing: Gender neutral Reader x Member

Genre: Pure fluff

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: When you spend Christmas at the ATEEZ dorm, they confess to you

Warnings: -

A/n: Merry Christmas!! It’s already Christmas over where I’m at, but it might be weird because I know half of the world is still only in the 24th, but I hope everyone has an amazing Christmas and Happy New Years!

Masterlist

Hongjoong

Would help you decorate a few weeks beforehand

I feel like he’s probably more excited than he would show

He just really likes christmas

He even made a v short song about it because he likes it that much

Wants to see what you think about it

Bcs your opinion matter a lot to him ｡◕‿◕｡

Still won’t admit that he likes you even tho it’s pretty obvious

Spends the night trying to stay close to you

Would probably get bullied by the other members because they all know

If anyone else got you for secret santa, he would pretty much beg them to let him have you

“Please???”

“Hyung, it’s just your luck”

“PLEASE????”

He just keeps saying please until Wooyoung gives him your name because he starts feeling bad

Would buy you cute multiple gifts but they’re all small gifts

Mingi or Yunho would purposefully hold mistletoe above the two of you

Bcs they just want him to tell you already

He’s nervous

You’re nervous

You’re both just staring at each other like ●﹏●

Until someone else Yeosang just yells at you to kiss already

You peck his cheek softly

Joong’s face is completely red

He wants to kiss you more

Pulls you away from everyone else to finally confess to you

When you say you like him back he politely asks for another kiss like the good boy he is

Seonghwa

Got you for secret santa when everyone drew names

He’s excited bcs he knows exactly what to get you

He likes you a lot and tries to make it obvious but not too obvious

Apparently it's not obvious to you bcs you brush it off a lot as friendly flirting

Puts him down a lot bcs he’s worried you don’t like him back

You do

You’re just oblivious to it

San teases him about it a lot

Wooyoung teases you about it a lot

“Whaaat?? There’s no way Hwa likes me haha Woo you’re being weird”

Hwa helps you set up the tree because everyone else planned something to finally get you two together

They’re all hiding from both of you

When you and Hwa are alone you’re just setting up the tree while listening to music

He loves the way you find the ornaments so pretty even when half of them are crumpled

Bcs Mingi bullied Jongho so he hit him with the bag of ornaments

Mingi’s lucky they weren’t glass ornaments

Anygays

When you notice that Hwa’s staring at you

(ﾟωﾟ;)

You blush ofc bcs hhhhh why’s he staring at you like that???

“I like you”

He blurts it out bcs he can’t hold it in anymore

When he realises that he said it, he blushes like crazy

You’re blushing too

You’re also freaking out on the inside

If you know that tiktok audio filled with high pitched squeaking and screaming yea that’s what’s going on inside your brain

“(Y/n)...?”

“yeAH! ◎ܫ◎”

You’re flustered

But you finally tell him you like him back too

The both of you spend the rest of the night pretty much stuck together while the other members bully you both for taking too long to get together

Yunho

AAAA I love this man

If he likes you he would be so precious and flustered about it

Gets nervous around you vvvvvv easily

Completely forgets how to act like a human around you

“Yunho?”

He screams

And it scares everyone in the room because what???

You’re staring at him like “wtf”

He’s staring at you like O_O

Can’t believe he embarrassed himself like that

Gets teased by Seonghwa

The other members knew ofc bcs he’s so bad at hiding it

You also had a feeling but you never really said anything about it

Helps you go christmas shopping for secret santa

He runs around the store like an excited puppy

Is so amazed by all the cute decorations

“(Y/n)!!! Can we get these?”

Points to random decorations and holds them out in front of your face

You let him because you think it’s cute

When you actually get to decorating their dorm he stumbles around a lot

Makes you really worried

You see him hanging the lights

The ladder starts shaking

“YUNHO???”

He fell but he’s fine because Hongjoong broke his fall he almost crushed the poor man

Confesses to you on accident

He’s talking to Mingi about it in their room and you accidentally overhear bcs the door is slightly open

“I like (Y/n) a lot”

“Yea it’s so obvious”

“That’s not helping”

Wants to confess at the right time

But since you overhear you push open their door to the bedroom and they’re both staring at you like (◯Δ◯∥)

You’re staring at Yunho

He’s staring at you

Mingi ran away

“Yun, I like you too you know”

He goes all huh

You tell him that you like him too you just never said anything about it

His face goes from O-O to :D real quick

Cuddles you for the rest of the night

Won’t let you leave his side

Yeosang

No one knows about his crush on you

He’s very secretive about it

Thought about talking to Wooyoung but he knows that man might just spill to you on accident

It’s happened before and Yeo calls him a bumbling fool because of it

Can compose himself around you

But sometimes his mind just goes into overdrive

Finds everything about you adorable

You got San for secret santa

You’re torn between buying him condoms as a joke or actually getting him a proper gift

Yeosang thinks it’s cute that you even considered buying him peppermint flavoured condoms bcs even he thinks it’s funny

“Yeosang, seriously, should I get him condoms or the plushie???”

Laughs at you bcs he finds you extremely adorable

Even tho he’s not your boyfriend, he protects you whenever the members tease you about something

You tripped over Yunho’s long ass legs while he was sprawled out in the living room, letting San and Wooyoung try and turn him into the grinch

You get covered in the weird green fur that they were using

When Yeosang hears them laughing at you

He comes up behind them all (-`д´-)

He makes them leave you alone

“Don’t laugh at them!!”

Helps clean you up too

It takes a lot of time because you’re covered in glue

“Why are they using elmer’s glue???”

“I don’t know,,,”

You two spend quite some time in the bathroom just trying to clean your previously cute sweater

Yeosang decides he’ll just throw it into the wash in the morning

Lets you wear that really big grey hoodie of his bcs he thinks you look so (♥ω♥*)

The way it pretty much engulfs you completely

He tells you before you leave his room

“I like you a lot, (Y/n)”

You’re honestly surprised

Didn’t expect him to like you back because he’s just that good at hiding it

You tell him you like him too

He pats your head while feeling all c:

Spends the rest of the night helping WooSan turn Yunho into the grinch

San

He tried to make it really obvious that he likes you

You just never seemed to notice

Flirts with you a lot

Compliments you a lot

Calls you cute a lot

But you just blush and brush it off

He’s all pouty because he thinks you don’t like him back

He forces Jongho to give him your name for secret santa

“Please”

“But hyuuuung”

“GIVE ME THE DAMN NAME”

Jongho’s lowkey sad bcs he knew what he wants to get you but doesn’t know what to get for Hongjoong

San goes all out

Buys you a HUGE gift

Like it’s actually HUGE

The box is almost the size of Yunho

You’re kinda scared of the large package when you see it

But when you open it you’re all UWU because it’s a giant teddy bear

There’s a cute note hanging off of the tag saying it’s from San

Draws a cute c: on the note

He tells the others he has a plan to confess to you

He asks Yeosang to hold mistletoe above the two of you

Yeosang thinks it’s dumb

So he asks Seonghwa instead

He also thinks it’s dumb

(｀Д´)

San asks all of them to help

Hongjoong offers because he wants to be nice (also bcs he knows that if San asks Wooyoung, he might throw the mistletoe at the two of you and accidentally hurt someone in the process)

Hongjoong gets Mingi to help bcs he’s tall

Mingi hangs the mistletoe from the ceiling

Almost gives Joong a heart attack in the process bcs he almost slipped off the ladder

San’s excited

Mingi accidentally slips anyway and almost brings down the whole ceiling with him

Everyone’s terrified

Mingi gets up and reassures everyone he’s fine despite almost destroying the whole dorm

San’s frustrated bcs now he has no excuse to just kiss you

Instead, Yeosang shoves you two into the closet and locks the door

Forces San to confess or else he’ll tell you himself

He finally tells you

You go “ohhhhh” bcs now you realise his flirting was actually flirting and not just San being playful

You apologise for being so oblivious

San finds you so adorable he just kisses your nose

You love it

Spends the rest of the night trailing you like a puppy and makes hot coco with you

Mingi

Mingi’s like Yunho

Becomes an absolute mess around you

Doesn’t know how to handle his feelings

Finds every inch of you insanely adorable

He pretty much does everything for you

“Mingi, can you help me with—”

“Okay :D”

“I didn’t even say what it was…”

It was just baking cookies

He helps you decorate the cookies

He messes up a lot

The snowmen cookies don’t look anything like snowmen but you find them so cute

Mingi makes you laugh a lot bcs he likes hearing you laugh

Purposefully messes up the cookies to show them to you

“(Y/n)! Look!”

He managed to turn the santa hat into traffic cone

You find it so cute

Mingi’s just an absolute bundle of sunshine around you

When you’re all decorating the christmas tree

Jongho hands you the star to place at the top

But you can’t reach it because the tree’s so tall

Yunho offers to help but Mingi shoves him aside asks him to let him do it

He stands behind you

“I’ll carry you”

“Wait—no—”

You don’t have any time to process that he’s lifted you onto his shoulders

You’re surprised at how easily he carries you

Almost bumps your head onto the ceiling because he’s so tall

“Mingi!! Careful!!”

He has to squat slightly so that you don’t get hurt

When he brings you back down he has the biggest smile on his face

“I like you”

Your face changes from :D to (꒪⌓꒪) real quick

Mingi thinks you don’t like him back

Gets sad for a moment

It’s not that you don’t

You just didn’t think he liked you back and now you’re so flustered your brain pretty much short circuits

“Nononono”

He visibly deflates

You explain that you like him back

His group members cheer for him bcs goddamn you both took so damn long to confess

He spends the rest of the night clinging onto you

“Mingi, I have to pee”

“Bring me with you”

Wooyoung

He doesn’t want to make it as obvious that he likes you but he can’t help it

When you’re around he gets so excited his volume goes all the way up

You find it adorable

You know he likes you and you like him too

You just wanna see how far he goes before he finally confesses to you

He helps you cook dinner

You accidentally burn yourself while cooking and he’s all “!!!”

Maybe he went a bit overboard

Tries to wrap your entire hand in bandages

“Woo, I promise I’m fine. It’s just a burn”

Still offers to run out and buy something to soothe the burn

It’s not even that serious, your hand just grazed the frying pan lightly

Wooyoung only calms down when you reassure him for the hundredth time

Keeps an eye on you while you continue cooking but loosens up after a while

He feeds you the food to taste (＾▽＾)

Chases you around with a wooden spoon because you pranked him

When he catches you

He can’t bring himself to hit you really hard

So he just

Taps your arm with it

When it’s time to unwrap presents

You realise that Wooyoung was your secret santa

He got a picture of the two of you framed

It’s a picture you both really like

Wooyoung LOVES the picture

Every time he sees it he just gets all (♥ω♥ )

It was the first time you went to their concerts after you became friends

Jongho helped take the picture at the time

Wooyoung also had a cute lil sticky note on it that was basically his confession

You find it so endearing

When you turn to him he’s smiling really widely but he’s obviously really nervous

You tell him you like him back and his smile somehow manages to widen

He pretty much grabs you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug

He’s honestly a child at heart and he’s so cute

You spend the rest of the night teasing the other members with him and pranking them

The other members found it cute at first

Now they hate it

Bcs somehow you just managed to make his pranking more intense

Jongho

Doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions

Gets really quiet around you because he doesn’t want to say something that could embarrass him

You feel like he doesn’t like you as a person in general from how quiet he is

Either way, you needed his help to carry some stuff from your car into the dorm

“Jong, could you help me carry some stuff?”

His heart flutters at the thought of you asking him first

So he helps you

It’s still silent because he really doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself

You’re kinda scared because you knew he was really strong and you didn’t want torture the others with carrying the bags filled with various christmas decorations

All of you decorate the living room together

Jongho’s kinda sad that you don’t stick by his side

He wonders whether you don’t like him either and starts feeling discouraged because he was supposed to play you a song he wrote

He had Hongjoong help him

Hongjoong finds Jongho really cute and he couldn’t say no

He has to reassure Jongho that you do like him because you’ve told Hongjoong before

“I don’t think they hate you”

“They don’t talk to me much T-T”

“Just try it”

Jongho still doesn’t know how to feel

Brings out his guitar and starts feeling real nervous

You watch him intently

When he’s done, you’re both blushing like crazy

Pulls you away from the others to talk to you about it

“You were so quiet I thought you didn’t like me,,,”

Now he feels bad for being so quiet

He explains that he just felt really nervous around you

You find that adorable

He cuddles you for the rest of the night

He’s so strong he legit doesn’t let you go and you can’t escape

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 3 years

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Nishinoya with a tall s/o...

the moment the two of you saw each other, it was like love at first sight

an instant connection was made

lol i have in pictured stuttering and just being a plain blushing mess as he so desperately tries to take his eyes off of you, but to no avail

meanwhile, the words spilled from Kiyoko lips can no longer be heard as your stuck admiring the short male, a look of wonder on your face

and while he’s as shy as a bird, you are as bold as a lion

“What’s your name?”

mate

this mf actually fails at delivering his name. Its just incoherent speech

and when you giggle? dead. he’s just deader than dead

Tanaka is literally busting a nut while laughing

Suga and Asahi are trying to comfort their libero

Daichi is apologizing for his team’s behavior

“His name is Nishinoya. Nishinoya Yuu. He’s a second year.” Daichi answers, eavesdropping as he glanced over his shoulder to the poor boy laying on the gym floor. Petrified much like Hermione in the Chamber’s of Secrets after she looked at the basilisk

“...Nishinoya-senpai.”

oh. oh. whats this? blood is spurting our his nose and- oops. I think I see his soul leaving his body

just pure chaos

but after everything calms down and Nishinoya gathers his bearings, your friendships moves smoothly

so smoothly that the two of you are almost literally attached at the hip

he l o v e s your height

he really does

he loves how sometimes you corner him in some random hallway, far away from the crowds, and tower over him so easily. And as your kissing, his jumps into your awaiting arms and wraps his legs around waist as his hands entangle themselves in the bed of your hair

he also loves your hugs

whenever the two of you hug, he buries his head into your chest, merrily listening the beating of your heart

oh and let me tell you, this boy has no shame in seating on your lap when on away games or even when in public

he finds extreme joy in your wrapping your arms around his own waist, your thumbs rubbing circles through his shirt

he just loves being near you

much like with Kageyama, you help him with his studies

and because he doesn’t want to disappoint you, he really tries his damned best

Takeda is incredibly grateful for you

Now Nishinoya has above average marks in almost all subjects---math was still tricky (you weren’t good at it either)

his jersey’s don’t fit you but that’s okay. he doesn’t mind wearing your hoodies, they smell of you and that’s enough for him

but not everything is all smiles and rainbows

there are times when people make fun of your relations with him

but those are just strangers

every team in Japan, including Karasuno, knows not to fuck with your relationship with the Libero

The both of you may have large hearts but together? when angry?

ay ay ay dont even dare

unfortunately, sometimes the words do get to him

he becomes insecure about your relationship

stupidly thinking that you’re better off with some other taller guy

oh buddy

this man better get ready cuz you will definitely not let him have such thoughts

you his chin into your hand, you grip gentle as you draw his face towards you. A soft smile on your lips as you wipe away the tears streaming down his pained features. “You say I could do better. But you just don’t seem to realize that you are my better.”

...

Hope you enjoyed!

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Severus Snape smut alphabet

Requested by anon and @epaige0914 - enjoy !

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Severus is extremely loving after sex. he will heal any bruises or aches (unless you want them to remain) and clean you up. He’ll pull you close and kiss your forehead, stroking your hair as he tells you how good you are, how proud he is, how well you take him

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Severus doesn’t like much about himself. He simply isn’t conventionally attractive. What he does like, however, is his hands. He has very elegant hands, with long, slender fingers. He is an expert potioneer, and these skills translate in the bedroom- he is meticulous with his hands, and his heart swells with pride when he can bring you over the edge with just those digits.

With any partner... eyes. He loves your eyes. Looking deep into them as you fuck, the way your eyelids flutter as he pleasures you, forcing you to look at him even though you can barely keep your eyes from screwing shut...

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Severus is traditional. He doesn’t want to dirty you, so he prefers to finish inside you. It’s all about connection for him.

An exception to this is your throat. He loves when you take him in your mouth, always encouraging you with that voice to swallow and not waste a single drop

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As a legillimens, one of his greatest desires is to penetrate both the mind and body of his partner. This comes only with the most trusted of partners, after months, maybe even years of being together

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Severus has taken a witch and wizard or two to bed before, but they were one night stands. He know what he’s doing, but he’s never had a partner to truly explore what he likes and dislikes, and has never had someone with which to nurture his growing passion

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Sitting up with you in his lap, cradled in his arms as you ride him. It allows for closeness, and intimacy, and it’s you slightly elevated so he can bury his face in your chest.

He also is quite fond of missionary, especially when you want to be rough with you

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

No. He is serious, always. If you’re playing with power dynamics or role playing, he will tease you with a condescending tone, as if he’s disciplining an unruly student, but he never fools around

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes. Dark, straight and thick. He keeps it neatly trimmed and is very clean.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Severus Snape is extremely intimate. He would rather ‘make love’ than fuck, holding you close and kissing every inch of you his mouth can reach. He’ll mark you up, but only in places that can be covered by your clothes, so only he knows they’re there. He’s big on kissing when you have sex, swallowing your moans and leaving your lips swollen from his kisses.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he has time, more often than not in the shower, he’ll indulge himself. He prides himself on his self-control, though, and would always prefer you over his hand. He does like watching you, especially if you leave the door open a crack- seriously that man barely makes any noise when he walks! You love when he catches you, as it will normally result in a short lecture in that low, rumbling voice as he shags you senseless.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Severus really likes being in charge. He loves being called ‘Sir’ especially when your arse is up in the air while you’re over his knee.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His bedroom- safe and private and he can really let loose all of his passion. A close favourite is his office, with the door locked and silencing charms up, so you can be as vocal as you want.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your eyes. The way you look up at him with those innocent eyes is enough to get him going. He also gets turned on when you nibble your lip or stick your tongue out in concentration, often thinking of other uses for your teeth and tongue...

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Severus will not do anything that could put you in danger. while he does sometimes have a hand at your throat, it’s never really to choke, more so to show you who’s in charge. It takes you a while to reassure him that he can squeeze a little. Severus will also refuse to do anything to do with knives with you. He has been tortured enough; crucio feels like a thousand knives stabbing him at once and he refuses to let you experience anything like that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Severus is VERY good at eating out. He knows just how to use his tongue, scrubbing it flat against your pussy, pointing and prodding it at your clit, swiping it under the hood. And he uses his lips too, wrapping them around your clit and sucking gently, humming at the feeling of you tugging his hair. If he’s paying more attention to your entrance, that hooked nose of his will bump your clit irregularly, just enough for the combined sensations to tip you over the edge.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood. After a hard day, he prefers to fuck you slowly, sliding the whole length of him in, before drawing almost all the way out, stroking every inch of your insides with his length.

He’s not above rutting into you like a dog in heat, especially if it’s a quicky in the potions cupboard, or if you’ve been particularly cheeky. When he fucks you fast and rough, he is merciless, his lips curled up into a half smirk, half snarl as he pounds into you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Severus doesn’t mind a quickie. In his potions cupboard, up against the shelves or on the stone floor, when you catch in bed him ten minutes before he has to go and supervise detention...

During cupboard quickies, he’ll stuff your knickers in you mouth to keep you quiet, and once you’re done and you go to slip them back on, he’ll shake his head, grabbing them and pocketing them, before telling you to ‘run along now,’

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

If he is sure you will be safe, then yes, he’ll experiment. If he senses even a hint of you really not enjoying yourself, he will stop, praising you and telling you how proud he is. He won’t insist that you carry on having sex in a way you’re more used to, unless you really want to. Again, he has excellent control.

He finds it amusing when you have a new idea, as you’ll typically beat around the bush about iy (even if his head was between your thighs not ten minutes ago)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Severus can LAST. Honestly, you have no clue how he does it, but he can last a long time. You’ll be clamping around him for the second time that night, but he would still be gritting his teeth, a slight bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he is DETERMINED to make you come again before his own release. A huge part of the enjoyment for him is seeing you come undone and knowing that it was him who caused it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Severus doesn’t own any himself. If he wants to tie you up, he’ll conjure ropes. You, however, have a few to choose from. He finds your little box one day while making the bed, and can’t help but have a look, intrigued by the strange looking contraptions. That night was particularly interesting, as he insisted on a demonstration for each one...

His favourite thing to do is have you wear a vibe all day, with him being in charge of the settings, bringing you close to the edge at dinner, in the middle of conversations, but never letting you come until the evening

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a relentless tease, as you saw above. Because of his control, he can often hold you on edge for hours without giving into his own needs. He loves to make you beg and squirm, and smirks down at you telling you to ‘behave’

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is rather quiet. He does make noise, of course, but he doesn’t shout. His noises are often low groans, sharp intakes of breath, and strained grunts, which flow into your ear as his kisses your neck and shoulders

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves the sight of you bare, with nothing on but thigh high stockings. He’ll sit at his desk in his office and make you strip slowly down to just the hosiery, before beckoning you over.

He also likes the sight of you undoing his many buttons. The ones on his frock coat and trousers are flat canvas, with stiff button holes, and the ones on his dress shirt and cuffs are fiddly little mother of pearl ones. This combination makes it very difficult to undress him quickly, and honestly, watching his long fingers slowly ease each button out of its hole on his victorian frock coat has you dripping.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Severus is a big man. Long and thick, even when soft, with a purplish head which throbs when he’s aroused. he has a few veins here and there, which he loves being caressed. When aroused, he is longer, rigid and standing proud, and you often need to take the first thrust slow as he sinks into you, stimulating you deeper than ever before

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He likes having sex. Especially with you. But again, he has excellent self-control, so doesn’t NEED to get off as soon as the thought pops into his head.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Severus has difficulty sleeping at the best of times. After sex, he likes to curl up with you, but often still lays awake, staring at the ceiling long after you’ve nodded off.

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missmonsters2 · 4 years

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About You || Part VI

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PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: Wanda had never known loss like she has until she lost Pietro. It’s debilitating. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t even leave her house. Life is fading fast, and she’s not sure if she even wants to hang on. Enter you, a stranger that reconnects her to the daily things that makes life beautiful.

Warnings: Deals with loss & grief and the spectrum of emotions and depression that comes with it. Please note there is no glorification in any of this. Loss, grief, and depression are nothing beautiful. Also, please don’t hesitate or reach out for help if you are in a dark place. Love you, lovelies 💘

Genre: Angst & Romance

NOTE: We are making HEADWAY

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V

PART VI of X

Count: 1500

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"So, it's been almost two months."

Wanda's eyes traveled to Steve for a slight second before she looked away.

"Yeah," she answers shortly.

"You're eating again. I mean, you won't eat dinner without her like a child, but you're eating," Steve points out as he washes the vegetables and starts cutting them.

Wanda pushes around the various spices laid out on the table, knocking some of them over before picking them back up again.

"I just happen to be hungry when she's eating too."

But Wanda knew she would rather starve than eat dinner without you.

Steve looked at his friend, smiling as he looked back down to finish cutting the vegetables.

"At least now, I know you'll keep her around."

"Why do you say that?" Wanda asks absentmindedly.

"Because you've been staring at the clock for her this entire time."

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You come in with Natasha, Clint, and Bucky in a flurry, grocery bags falling onto the ground as you heave a sigh.

"Sorry we're late. Someone," You squint at Clint, "Wouldn't let us leave until he compared all prices for the desserts."

"I saved us 5 dollars!" Clint indignantly replied.

Wanda's home becomes lively with everyone running around in the house with Tony being the final person to arrive with wine. There was laughter as Natasha almost burned the house down, and squealing as Clint tried to throw random things in the dishes before the two were kicked out the kitchen, and only Steve and Bucky left to cook.

It would've been much faster to have you help, but no one wanted to disturb you from your significant position in this household.

You saw how the second you enter through the door, Wanda's eyes fluttering with relief as she relaxed. You walked over to her and pulled her into a hug as you rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"I'm here," you reassured her because Wanda was someone who needed it constantly because she was scared constantly.

You stroke her head, fingers running through her hair as Wanda relaxes in her hold and whispers in your ear.

"I couldn't stop watching the clock."

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The rest of the gang walks home together, slowly reaching the point where they'll split ways.

"They're totally going to date," Clint says, holding the leftover containers in his hands.

"You think so?" Natasha asks. The night was pleasant. It's been a while since so many people were over at Wanda's place. Her home is starting to feel a little warmer, and that makes Natasha happy.

"Oh, yeah," Clint grins. He had been teasing Wanda about how she would wait for you to put her plate together and wait for you to start eating before she did. Of course, he stopped when he saw Wanda flush red in her cheeks and ears.

"Did you see the way Wanda looked at her the moment she came in?" Clint laughs.

Steve smiled, strolling leisurely along with the group as he looked at the ground.

"You should've seen the way she waited."

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Wanda liked that you went with the flow. Because even though Wanda would catch you staring at her with questioning eyes, you never said anything.

Perhaps it was selfish of Wanda to let you exist in limbo, even if you seemed to exist well in there.

She could tell your eyes were asking what it was Wanda wanted from you.

What did she want you to be for her?

But Wanda didn't know how to answer.

Because they weren't friends. Friends probably don't sleep together every night, wrapped up in each other's limbs in the morning. But they weren't...dating.

Wanda didn't know what she wanted if she were quite honest.

And so, Wanda didn't respond to your questioning eyes.

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It was warm.

A little too warm.

Wanda opened her eyes to find you pressed against her side in bed. Lying there, she thought about how much nicer it was to sleep together on the bed than on the couch.

Although, Wanda conceded that the couch did allow her to squish closer to you.

Wanda turned slowly, her legs still tangled as she lay on her folded arm on the pillow to look at you. She stared at the lashes of your closed eyes, down to the bridge of your nose, and even your slightly parted lips as you breathed in and out puffs of air.

And for a moment, Wanda swallowed, trying to distance herself from your touch, but you pulled her closed until your lips were pressed against her collarbone. Goosebumps erupted all over herself, a quiet thudding in her heart getting faster.

There were so many things Wanda could've done. She could get out of bed, she could've woken you up, she could've done anything, but Wanda didn't.

Like a small flame being lit within her chest, there was a small whisper of a confession inside herself.

Wanda wanted to be closer to you.

She was ready to risk the possibility of losing again.

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"I've got to head to work today, there are some problems. I'll see you later!"

You ran out the door, not even bothering to wait to hear Wanda reply as you were well aware of the fact she never bid goodbyes.

Wanda stared at the clock from the couch. Work was about 8 hours, and she sighed impatiently and forlornly. You would make it back for dinner, Wanda told herself to settle the discomfort in her.

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"Seriously, Wanda, just give it a try!"

Wanda rolled her eyes without looking at her brother.

"Why?" Wanda asked as she stroked her paintbrush across her canvas.

"Because I'm actually concerned you're going to die alone. I saw you looking at the cats when we passed by the shelter the other day. You can't get a cat...alone," Pietro leaned against the wall, admiring his sister's work.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Wanda squints at her brother momentarily before returning to her work.

"Trying your hand at watercolor, finally?" Pietro asks as he comes up behind his sister.

"Yeah, I'm not sure why you like it, though," Wanda sighs, "I can see all the lines I drew underneath. It doesn't look perfect at all."

Pietro looks at his sister's hand to see a mess of colors all over her hands and fingers.

"Exactly," he says, looking at the pencil lines on the canvas, "it's truly a work of art."

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It was dark.

Much past dinner time.

In fact, it's been 10 hours and 32 minutes.

Wanda could not sit still. She couldn't eat or sleep.

She was experiencing an array of emotions that went from confusion, worry, anger, back to worry, and again to anger.

Why were you so late?

Why didn't you call?

You said you would see her later.

But then Wanda would agonize because later was so vague. There's no time stamp on that.

Was work just longer than you expected, or were you hurt?

Wanda groaned in frustration, slamming herself back on the couch as she leaned her head back, facing the ceiling with her hands over her face.

The helplessness she felt grew with each tick of the clock.

She looked again and groaned.

10 hours and 43 minutes.

And Wanda was all too aware that you made her feel too human.

The doorknob jiggled, and Wanda shot up.

"Hey, did you eat--"

"Where were you?"

You stood there, having just shut the door and keys still in your hand as you faced Wanda down the hall. Wanda has had plenty of time to stew in her anger, and with her lack of control lately, she was going to make sure you felt all of it.

"Why didn't you call?"

"I had an emergency patient--"

Your explanation is cut short, Wanda not even bothering to hear it as she lurched forward to pull you into her arms.

"I'm sorry you keep looking at me and holding back your questions. I'm sorry I left you in limbo, but I don't know what I want from you," Wanda says in the crook of your neck. The words are rushed, and Wanda is holding onto you tightly with silent pleas.

Your arms are half-lifted in shock, but you slowly wrap your arms around Wanda in return. She was warm, such a wonderful quality that you adored.

You pull back, looking at Wanda briefly. You knew that Wanda was petrified. The fabric of your jacket rubbed between her fingers anxiously, and her eyes would flicker with bursts of emotions.

It was fear that Wanda constantly felt, and you know she would never make the first move. So, you moved closer, pressing your lips to hers, her bottom lip quivering as your tongue ran against it before drawing it in again between your lips.

You pull back, just slightly as you whisper against her lips, "You can want anything you want from me. It's okay if you want my time, my attention, and all my affections."

PART VII

#mm: my fics #series: about you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x OFC #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch imagine #avengers reader insert #avengers au #avengers imagine #marvel reader insert #Modern Avengers AU

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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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Hi there!! I hope you’re doing well :)) here’s my matchup request, as promised ^-^ Could I have an Obey Me matchup?

Basics: My pronouns are he/they/it, sexuality wise idk but men and nonbinary people are 💕, I have anxiety and ADHD

Personality: I’m very disorganized with my stuff and with my time. Im an INFP, my love language is touch. I like to listen to people talk about things theyre interested in because it means i can absorb new information. I always get nervous around dry texters, i feel like they dont want to talk to me. I view a lot of peoples emotional and mental state as my own responsibility to help make better. I can be grumpy especially when I’m tired. I have a huge sweet tooth. I like to go on mediocre adventures, like walking to a new place or doing random things on a whim.

Appearance: I have short, split dyed hair thats in an undercut. Its half bleached blonde and half my natural brown. My friends say it’s soft. Its always down and messy, it almost covers my eyes. I’m 5’2” and wear dark/alt clothes. I have freckles over my nose and cheeks and wear square clear framed glasses. I have pierced ears that I normally keep black studs in. I wear docs and shoes with a bit of platform very often so I can be just a bit taller. My nails are always painted black and I often wear black chokers with things like pointy studs or chains connected to them.

Hobbies: I like to read but very casually, mostly manga, graphic novels and YA novels. I skateboard (i’m very new to it but i can turn and stop, thats about it), draw, and rock climb. I also love to listen to music (mostly indie/alt). I watch lots of anime too!

ahhh thank you for the request !! i hope you're doing well too🥺🥺 (sorry it took me so long to answer this i was going through smth and writing a scenario fic, i'm now finally answering everything in my requests and drafts) okay so,, your description SCREAMS mammon pls i love him so much and i think the two of you would match so well and here's my reasoning

- he would NEVER be a dry texter. in fact this man texts you anything and everything any chance he gets. in the middle of class ? oh well. on your way to the bathroom ? expect a text like this:

"MC ??

MC !!

why did you leave class ??

where are you going ??

can i come with ??"

- it's somewhat annoying but v e r y cute

- he loves that your love language is touch bc even tho he's a tsundere, he LOVES touch

- very blush boi

- mammon loves how you look out for him and take care of him constantly because all his brothers don't really, i mean they do it in their own way but mammon loves how you show your love for him

- the two of you would be disorganized chaos and i love it

- he will buy you ALL the sweets

- you like random adventures ? good. so does he and he will drag you out on rides in his demonio 666 and bring you to his favorite places in the devildom

- he thinks your appearance is SO CUTE AHHDJSJ like the dark alt clothes ? HES A SIMP. split short fluffy hair ? let him play with it.

- shopping dates !!

- has fantastic fashion sense i can see you two choosing outfits for each other

- counts your freckles and steals your glasses

- ANIME AND MANGA DATES PLS READ MANGA W HIM HE LOVES IT

- take him rock climbing. he will suddenly be obsessed and ask to go all the time

- listening to music

- DESIGNING SKATEBOARDS TOGETHER ?_?!-$)/!!:

- overall THE BEST duo yall just fit s o well

if you couldn't tell i love mammon *coughs* ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD MORNING/DAY/EVENING/NIGHT AND DRINK SOME WATER ILY !!

- cas :)

#mars on earth #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omswd mammon #obey me mammon #mammon headcanons #obey me shall we date mammon #obey me requests #obey me matchups

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solies-scripts · 4 years

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Kirishima NSFW alphabet

The NSFW is under the cut beauties!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is the king of aftercare. You need a drink? Done. Something to eat? Done. He has gotten you everything you need and cleaned you up before you even asked him for anything.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kiri loves his arms because of how hard he worked to get his body into the amazing shape he is in. He also loves how easy he can hold you up in his arms whilst pounding into you.

Kiri adores your thighs; whether they be thin or thick he wants to have them wrapped around his head, sinking his sharp teeth into the soft flesh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t care where he cums too much as long as it is in/on you. However he lives for watching his seed drip slowly out of your worn out little hole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to sneak off from his patrol with Fatgum and Tamaki to take you up against a wall in an alley. The thought of having to be quiet whilst trying to keep the secret from Fatgum and Tamaki is a huge turn on for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kiri wouldn’t be the most experienced to begin with but he does know the basics of what he should be doing. He is also a fairly fast learner so he will pick up what you like and what gets you riled up the most insanely quickly. This boy won’t disappoint you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Holding you up in his grasp using nothing but his own strength to keep you there while he pounds into your needy hole relentlessly, feeling your nails scrape down his back as you barely think straight.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This entirely depends on his mood. Some days he wants to be more serious and intimate with you other days he wants to be able to mess around and make some jokes while you both just enjoy yourselves in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kiri keeps himself very well groomed as he doesn’t want to feel messy when he is with you. He either keeps his black pubes very short or shaves himself completely clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When you two are being romantic during the act he can’t help but almost tear up because he just loves you so damn much and they fact that you are with him in such an intimate and romantic situation warms his heart so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He will masturbate whenever he really has the urge to but most of the time he would much rather he had your hands doing it for him rather than his own.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Biting - gotta put those teeth to good use

Shibari - He loves the look of all the pretty knots against your skin

Gagging - The sound of you struggling to take his cock down your throat gives him a sense of pride

Praise - Telling you how good you are being for him makes him feel so manly

Voyeurism and Exhibitionism - Watching you get yourself off (consensually) and the risk of possibly getting caught gives hima thrill like nothing else

Panty thievery - For when you aren’t around he loves being able to have your used panties to either hold against his nose or wrap around his cock when he gets himself off

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will happily fuck you in most places but he has a love for shower sex. The hot water running down your body giving you a slight flush makes his heart pound and gets his dick hard so quickly.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You turn Kiri on so much it’s almost unbearable for him at times. However if you ever try to tease him or tell him that you aren’t wearing panties then he will be instantly trying to get you away from where you are so he can get to fucking you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not hurt you other than some biting or spanking, he hates the idea of you being in pain from his doing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t have a preference on giving or receiving as long as you are both enjoying yourselves. He lives for making you feel good in any way he can and he loves watching you in between his legs sucking his cock

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This also depends on his mood but most of the time he does prefer a more fast and rough pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kirishima loves a quickie especially if you two haven’t had much time together recently or you have both been pretty stressed then he thinks it’s a perfect way to help each other relieve some stress.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is so down to experiment with you, if there is something you want to try then he will be willing to try it with you.

Kiri loves a risk, the thought of possibly being caught in the act gives him such a rush that goes straight down to his dick.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This boy has so much stamina it is unreal. He is always able to last a decent amount of time and can last an average of 4 rounds, sometimes more if you give him a real good reason to try another.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kiri probably wouldn’t think about bringing toys into the fun until further into the relationship as he just didn’t feel a need for them. This being said, if you ever brought the idea up he will happily get some toys for the of you top experiment with

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Most of the time he can’t bring himself to tease you as he just wants to make you feel good and to hear your voice yelling out in bliss for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Usually the only noises he makes are low grunts and moans but if you suck his cock just right then you might be able to draw something bit louder from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has had the fantasy of watching you pleasure yourself and ‘catching’ him in the act and punishing him for it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is more of an average length but he is thick. Everytime you take him it will be a stretch, no matter how many times you two have fucked.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This boy’s sex drive is very high but what else do you expect when the mere thought of you will make his cock strain against his pants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kiri doesn’t really fall asleep that quickly as he feels it’s unmanly to leave you awake on your own while he sleeps. He will only let himself sleep after he has made sure you are comfortable and are already asleep.

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #red daddy riot #kirishima imagine #smut

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miss-tc-nova · 4 years

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Sunrise - Jihyun/V x Fem!Reader Pt 8

Angst over! Fluffy and/or general idiocy for the rest of the series. Though I definitely had some fun writing this one.

Part 8: Crumbling

Over the next few weeks, I spend my time packing up my little studio and getting rid of things I won’t need. I know that it’s too early to be moving out thanks to my lease but I’m so excited that I want to get out of here as soon as possible; or rather, I want to be living with Jihyun as soon as possible.

Still questioning myself a bit, I knock on the door before letting myself in. “Jihyun?”

“Right here.” He comes downstairs and greets me with a kiss. “Have all your things packed?”

“Yeah. Are you sure you’re fine with me moving in?” I question.

“Of course,” he replies, kissing my forehead. “I’m excited we can move to the next stage of our relationship. Do you need help with your things?”

“Up to you. I’ve only got a couple of boxes though. I did live in a tiny studio after all. If I don’t finish unpacking today, it’s because I was slacking.”

“That sounds like something you would do,” he chuckles.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I kiss his chin and head back outside to grab boxes. Jihyun’s followed me outside meaning he wants to help. Happily, I place a heavier box in his arms. “Sorry. This one has some books in it.”

“It’s fine,” he replies, heading back for the house.

We make another few trips before the car is empty. Most of it has gone to the bedroom since most of what I own is clothing or personal things. One box ends up in the kitchen and another two in the living room. I sit among the stuff in the bedroom when Jihyun walks in.

“How goes-Aaah!” The man falls flat on his face.

When I get the laughing under control, I let him know, “The funny thing is, you put that box there.”

With a heavy sigh, Jihyun pushes himself off the floor to sit across from me. “Still, I wouldn’t have tripped over it if you had finished unpacking like you were supposed to.”

“I told you I would be slacking off.” Crawling forward, I brush his hair from his brow. “Are you okay?”

“Now you’re concerned?” he huffs.

“Come on. If it had been me...actually, if it had been me you would’ve had a meltdown.” Gently, I pull him in to place a kiss on his forehead. “Do you want me to get you an ice pack?”

“No. It’s not that bad. So how much have you really unpacked.”

I glance around. “Actually, I think that’s the last box.”

“Of course it is.” He rubs at the red mark forming across his forehead. “Well, I was hoping to cuddle up and watch a movie, but I guess that’s out of the question.”

“Why not? I’ve only got one box left,” I reply.

“Because you’re a procrastinator. It’ll probably take you the rest of the evening to unpack that one box,” he argues.

“Come on,” I whine. “I’m sick of unpacking! This box can wait until tomorrow.”

“I don’t know. If it doesn’t get done now, who knows when you’ll get to it.” He’s clearly picking on me at this point.

“Don’t make me throw the cursed vase at you.”

“It’s really concerning that that has become a genuine threat…” A hand atop my head ruffles my hair. “Now come on. Finish unpacking.”

“But Jihyun!”

“It’s one box. Just get it over with. Then we can talk about a movie.”

“Fine.”

It’s just my luck that the final box turns out to be shoes. They all end up in the closet with the rest of my clothes. Happy to finally be done with that nonsense, I amble downstairs where Jihyun is listening to the radio on the sofa.

Apparently, he hears me coming. “Didn’t I tell you to finish unpacking?”

“Joke’s on you. It was full of shoes.”

A brow rises. “Did you actually put the shoes away or just throw them in the closet?”

“Well they’re not organized if that’s what you’re asking. So are we gonna watch a movie or not?”

“Only if you make the popcorn.”

“Oh yeah? Are you gonna pick the movie?”

“Do you care what movie?”

“No.”

“Then sure.”

I roll my eyes and spend a few minutes popping popcorn in the kitchen. When I come back, I find the man still sprawled across the sofa, not having moved a muscle.

“Did you pick a movie?” I ask sarcastically, knowing full well the answer.

Jihyun gets up, walks over to the shelf of movies, and with no method behind it, grabs a random movie.

“Movie picked,” he says with a bit of a smug grin.

I smirk. “Wow. I didn’t realize you were dumb enough to put your porn with your regular movies.”

Immediately, his face flushes. “What?! Th-This isn’t-It’s not supposed be here! I-”

Laughing, I walk over to him and tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “I’m just kidding.” I slip the movie from his hand, but notice the other across his still blushing face. He’s praying I didn’t catch what he said. “Jihyun?”

“Y-Yes, darling?”

I can’t help the sneaky smile. “You have porn movies hidden somewhere don’t you?”

It feels like Christmas seeing his face as red as a tomato. “I-I-I may...have one or two...” Loving the embarrassment, I just sit and grin for a moment. “Darling?...Honey?” I take off for the stairs. My rapid footsteps probably cue him in to what I’m doing. “Wait!”

My brain quickly rushes through where I’d expect a mood-stricken Jihyun to hide such things. I check the closet because it’s closer but find nothing. There’s a crash coming from the stairs and a cursing Jihyun. I rush around the bed and hit the floor.

Box! Bingo!

I pull the box open and, just as expected, it’s a dirty box. Jihyun bursts into the room, a frantic, red mess. He pauses, listening intently for me, panting, “_____?” I keep quiet just a second longer to examine the box. “Darling?”

“It’s just become so much clearer why you love playing with the fabric of my dresses,” I sing, noting the scrap of silken fabric. He might pass out if any more blood rushes to his face. “And dominating women?”

He heads straight for me, leaping across the bed, but I’ve already backed out of range. The blue haired man gives in, lying face first on the bed, groaning.

I dance around the bed, crawling on it to sit across him and dig my fingers into his back. “You know, you’re so easy to get worked up.” His response is muffled. “What was that, sweetheart?”

He raises his head just enough to retort, “Shut up.”

Laughing, I continue working across his muscles. “It’s really nothing to be ashamed about. With how you were acting I thought it’d be something really kinky like hardcore bondage or something. Though I guess you’d prefer to be the one tied up, hmm?” He groans again. “Seriously, sweetheart. It’s fine. Even I’ve got a few hidden things.” I lean in closer to his ears. “And I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing you crumble beneath me.” He does nothing and I slip my hands under the fabric of his shirt, lightly dragging my nails across the skin. “Making you moan my name and beg for me. Arms above your head while I get to mark you however I want.”

With a huff, Jihyun holds a hand over his shoulder. Curious, I slip my hand into his. I didn’t see it coming; he pulls me down rapidly, throwing me onto the bed and getting up to lean over me. There’s a dark lust in his eyes that instantly destroys the dominating persona I used to tease him.

“Darling, while I’m very intrigued by your attempts at inspiring me, you misread the title.” His voice drops to a husky whisper. “It’s dominating women.” As the realization hits me, I feel the blood rush to my face. “As in, you will crumble beneath me.” He leans in closer, his hand sliding up my arm to cup my face. “Now I bet you wish you didn’t find the box.”

His other hand had a firm grip on my thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. I feel my heart beating louder in my ears and he leans in to kiss me. It’s hot and passionate and full of lust that gets my stomach squirming and I writhe beneath him. The kiss ends with a “chu” and we both breathe heavily. His forehead rests against mine but the chuckle puts me on guard.

“That backfired on me a little.”

“Then what’s your plan from here?” I ask. “You’ve got me pinned to the bed and bothered. Going to use one of those fancy ties next? Or would you prefer me on my knees before you tie me up?”

His nose scrunches at me and he gets off me. “Alright. Enough playing around.”

I sit up. “So you’re not going to punish me?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he warns in that tone that sends goosebumps across my skin. “I mean it. If you keep teasing me, we might end up doing something neither of us are prepared for.”

Honestly, he’s already pushed me that far. My desire gets the better of me and I slide a leg across his lap, lean closer, and draw my tongue along the shell of his ear, earning a shaky exhale from that. “But you already seem so prepared,” I coo darkly.

“You’re making it very difficult to resist you, darling.” His voice has the most subtle hint of a tremor as I trail my mouth down his neck. I can definitely feel that struggle.

In a sweet, soft, mischievous voice, I breathe against his skin, “Then don’t.”

The trembling grows stronger. “Are you sure?”

My hands slip up the front of his shirt, exploring his chest while my mouth finally reaches that weak spot. His moan, concealed behind a sigh, is music to my ears, but it’s nothing compared to the reaction I get when I bite with the intent of leaving a mark. His hands grip tighter at my hips, his body presses tighter against me, he gasps at the shock, and I’m impressed he hasn’t given in yet based on how worked up he is.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I giggle.

“I need to hear you say it,” he begs. “Are you sure?”

Even when it’s the thing he wants most, Jihyun’s still trying to be chivalrous and considerate. It’s kind of sweet, but also a serious weakness on his part. Still, I guess if I’m going to get what I want, I need to also be considerate.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Once again, I’m lying on the bed before I fully understand what’s happening. And even as the instigator, I’m helpless against the lust he exudes. “Thank god.” His teeth take to my neck and now it’s my turn to play the victim. “I hope you didn’t have anything else planned for tonight,” he says in between kisses.

I can barely get the words out. “What do you mean?”

“I plan to take my time.” Goosebumps shoot across my skin when I feel his tongue against my neck. “This is our first time together and I want it to be perfect. Plus, now I get to see all of you and I want to memorize every inch.” I could melt. “Are you blushing, my darling?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. Because I want to picture the face you’ll be wearing when you’re moaning for me.”

“Then yes.”

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