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star-suh · 5 months

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Fighting in The Streets, Fucking in The Sheets

Lee Juyeon x Male Reader

cw: college au, top juyeon, enemies to lovers prompt, kinda fluffy sex, fluff at the end, fingering, blowjob, spit as lube, unprotected sex, creampie.

an: decided to stop using the / in yn bcs it's so annoying and i'm lazy.

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yn is one of the best student of class A, he is one of those feisty nerds who is not afraid to stand up against someone who is bothering him.

on the other side there's lee juyeon, the polar opposite. he is a lazy person who doesn't do anything in class, he just sits in the back to do nothing with his friends, he is not a bully but if he has to confront someone he will do it.

“ok class silence” shouted the teacher "today i’m going to assign you a homework and it would be in pairs, and no juyeon you can go back to your seat, i'm the one choosing them" she said with a devilish smile while juyeon went back to his seat silently.

“... and finally lee juyeon with ln yn”, “please no” yn shouted “anyone but that good-for-nothing, can i do it alone please?", "good-for-nothing? who are you calling a good-for-nothing son of a bit-".

“well, both of you, shut up” the teacher cut juyeon's speech “i don't care if you can't stand each other's asses, but i'm waiting for that homework on my desk the other week, did you hear?" she said sternly.

“hey loser, your house or mine?” asked juyeon while chewing gum, “mine of course i don't want to put my feet on your pigsty house” said y/n laughing at the other's red angry face. “this bitch” juyeon spit out his chewing gum towards the other male and then grabbed him by his collar and cornered him towards a wall. "listen to me, you idiot, i'm not interested in doing a homework with you either, but i don't want to lose the subject, so yes or yes, we have to do it." juyeon let go of yn and when he turned out to leave a hand smacked his head “you forgot your gum dumbass” a scandalous laugh left yn's mouth only to be silenced seconds later by juyeon's fist.

someone was knocking on the door and yn already had an idea who it was and despite he does not want to, he would have to receive him. he opened the door and there he was, juyeon with light scratches in his beautiful face "ugh you look like shit" yn says with a disgusted face. juyeon just looks at him with a frown "and you look like diarrhea. let me in".

the room was in an awkward silence, both avoided looking at themselves while they concentrated on finishing the task. yesterday after juyeon hit yn, the fight continued for a few moments. the nerd managed to leave some light bruises and scratches on juyeon's face but he was the most affected, his lower lip was split, he have a small bruise next to his eye and some scratches in his cheeks.

yn accidentally hurts his lip from which blood begins to flow, juyeon is shocked by this and grabs the sleeve of his jacket to put pressure on the wound "you are doing a lot for a simple cut. it's not like my heart is going to burst out over there" yn murmurs. "can you shut up for once in your life?.. do you have anything to apply in your wound?" juyeon asks and yn just points to where the first aid kit is.

“there, it's done” juyeon puts the items in the kit but still keeps staring at yn's lips. the tension begins to increase… until juyeon throws himself towards yn eating his mouth. at first he resisted but when after feeling the other's soft lips he simply let himself go and began to enjoy the sensation. “eager much?” joked yn, “hmm” said juyeon introducing his fingers on the other's mouth “make that mouth of yours useful”.

clothes were discarded very quickly, both were desperate for each other, finally being capable of breaking the tension that was being built up since god knows when.

one by one each digit entered yn's hole, juyeon making a scissors motion to open the hole. "so tight for me" he laughed, showing that perfect smile to the feisty nerd. "i wonder what you taste like" and without any warning juyeon took yn's dick into his mouth, savoring the almost salty taste of his pre-cum “just as i imagined” he smacked his lips..

juyeon's tip is entering yn's hole “you're still so fucking tight relax a bit” growled the top, resting his forehead on yn's shoulder. “it's easy for you to say that you're not the one being wrecked right now” yn cried. with subtle movements juyeon started thrusting “for being a bully you're being very gentle” the words slurred out of yn's mouth. “i'm not a bully for you information” immediately after saying that, juyeon kissed the other boy to shut him up. “spit here” demanded juyeon and the other guy obeyed. juyeon then spits on that same hand, pulls out his cock and smears it with the saliva mixture, causing gushy and sloppy sounds when he introduces it again.

they were in a doggy style position now, juyeon's hands started to leave marks on yn's hips as he was squeezing him very hard due to his rough thrusts. “please harder” moaned yn “i need you… to feel you” at this point yn was admitting that he had already imagined doing this with juyeon and this didn't went unnoticed by the top who kissed the other's back and whispered “i need you too”.

the skin slapping sound was loud, juyeon slammed himself hard on yn's ass, his hands being marked on the ass cheeks in a bright red color. “i'm feeling so good. do you feel good too?” grunted the top. “yeah… yeah i do- so good i feel so goo-hngh…” moaned the bottom.

juyeon started to pull out and then slam his cock back in a few times until he began to feel that he was going to cum "shit i’m going to cum" he takes out his cock and begins to stroke his dick so fast looking for that delicious sensation "fuck–" he grunted spilling all his cum over yn's hole that opened and closed as if it wanted to eat the other's seed.

“shit nerd i came a lot” he said catching his breath, “now it's your turn, cum for me”. yn began to stroke his hard dick, hooded and teary eyes looking directly at juyeon's ones. the katter trying to help him to release spat on his tip and then sucked on his balls “come on, cum for me” seconds later the white liquid came out of the tip of his dick, staining the other's face with it, "yummy" said the other, sucking the sensitive dick until it was clean…

the following days the relationship between them improved, going from one of rivals to one of friends with benefits that slowly transformed into one of lovers. juyeon was playing a football game and when he scored a goal, he ran towards where the audience was, more exactly where yn was sitting. he took out a bouquet of flowers and a sign from god knows where that said 'yn do you want to be my boyfriend?' the entire audience screamed with excitement. the boy blushed and felt a bit embarrassed, however, he responded excited "yes, i really want to” he came down from the stands running towards the boy to give him a kiss full of love.

#lee juyeon x male reader #juyeon x male reader #juyeon x male reader smut #lee juyeon x male reader smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut

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partycatty · 4 months

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i am so desperate to top dark star!johnny he makes me so horny mad, like someone humble that son of a bitch. it so doesn’t fit him to be topped but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

UGHHH UR SO ME FR!!!! LMFAOOAAO i love pathetic men!!!! i love projecting my kinks onto my fics — WHAAAT WHO SAID THAAAT????

for those unfamiliar with dark star!johnny

dark star!johnny cage > payback

you have had it up to HERE with the white man's utter nonsense.

warnings: you humble evil johnny sexually. 😀 no but fr this is nsfw, bratty johnny and he hates it, he says "stop" and "no" but we all know he's lying and he loves it (afab reader)

notes: i was so excited to write this i don't even think it's coherent i'm literally barking gnawing frothing foaming i crawled to my pc to boot up the game to make gifs of him for future use bc i know DAMN well i will come back to this clown

masterlist <3

i will microwave him.

part 1* / part 2* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

•lord have mercy where do i even begin.

•alright, so let's paint a picture here.

•dark star!johnny may have stupid amounts of money, but he's a fucking idiot. he didn't spend a single cent on you for christmas! he'd argue with you for hours, saying both "i am the gift!" and "i buy you enough shit the rest of the year and now you want more?"

•when you argue to the point of running out of new things to bring up, you decide to angrily drop the topic entirely and move on with life. that is, until you hear johnny's muffled voice call from you from upstairs as you begin to prep dinner several days after the holiday.

•"sweet cheeks, a hand would be nice!" he shouts, a suspiciously evident grin in his tone of voice. you roll your eyes as his persistent cocky nature, but your frown turns into a little gasp when you open the bedroom to your shared door.

•this absolute idiot is sitting face down ass up on your silk sheets, tied down nice and tight with a thick red ribbon. a bow rests on his neck and broad chest. The Coat is discarded on a chair beside the bed, but everything else is still on. he smushes his cheek against the sheets as he desperately tries and cranes his head to look at you.

•"heeeey babe," he'll meekly greet you, shimmying his shoulders. "i, uh. i was going to surprise you. but i kinda fell forward and couldn't get back up. it was supposed to be a sexy pose but i tied my arms down before anything else and i can't prop myself up."

•"you're a dumbass," you reply back with a frown, not entirely amused as much as he is. "you think this makes up for your fuckup?"

•"...yes?"

•"no! and you know what? i'm gonna fucking enjoy this whether you like it or not!" you sigh with exasperation, slapping his clothed ass pretty hard, the sound of contact echoing in your large bedroom. he lets out a whiny shout, trying to tug his hips away from you out of desperation and ending up flopping onto his back.

•"hey! not fucking funny. i hate when you do that," he'll complain with a scowl, but his protests are hard to take seriously when he flips over and reveals an angry boner throbbing against his pants.

•"yeah, that's why you have a raging hard-on," you reply with a dramatic groan, grabbing a handful of his thick shaft through his dress pants. he yelps again, twitching his hips upward as you feel his heartbeat through his cock. "i'm not helping you up, johnny. this is payback. for christmas."

•you climb on top of him, hovering your lips right above his in a sickeningly sweet way. johnny, like the needy whore he is, tries to lift his head up and capture your lips, but you cut the attempt short when you expertly undo his belt in a swift one-handed motion and squeeze his dick through his boxer briefs. his once puckered lips open to let out a deep, strained whine, and you feel a warm wetness in his pants as you milk the pre-cum from his tip with your grasp alone.

•ohhh he is in AGONY. ds!johnny literally HATES when he's not in control, and even though he feels his dick get impossibly harder, he's still writhing at the thought of not being the leader.

•"come on, dollface," he'll try to protest with furrowed brows, but you see the way he bites his bottom lip. "don't play mean. that's not how this was meant to go."

•you don't even reply to his annoyance, you just stick a finger between his neck and the ribbon around it, tugging it and sending a wave of pressure on the sides of his neck. his eyes involuntarily roll back as you temporarily choke him with his own doing.

•"you're gonna take it, aren't you? the torture?" you ask, palming him through his underwear and holding his face close to yours. his expression contorts instantly at your roughness. "how are you gonna fucking like it when i treat you like shit?"

•"you'll regret it," he groans out in an attempted threat, but it ends up sounding more breathy and gravely than intended. "you'll fucking regret crossing me like this."

•he's literally the one that had the genius idea to tie himself up. he's a Grade A idiot for putting himself in the situation to begin with. or maybe he likes it :)

•you hastily tug your own pants off, shaking your leg to throw them aside. once you're free of the fabric, you pull down johnny's pants too, since he hasn't got the ability to do it on his own. sure enough, his underwear is already definitely stained, and yours is getting there. the sight along made a wetness pool in your panties. something about such a cocky, annoying man finally being put in his place was starting to drive you a little wild as you straddle his hips.

•you shove your panties aside and settle them in the crack between you pussy and thighs, and return the gesture to your boyfriend by tugging his waistband down and unleashing his little jonathan (sorry). his pink, angry cock springs free and slaps against your tummy. you giggle.

•"ha, ha. very funny. untie me now," johnny whines again with a frustrated tone, but there's a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looks away from your body on top of his. his anger contorts into needy moans when you wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking at a medium pace and coating himself in his own precum. "ngh, fuck — stop it, i'm not fucking playing around — aah —"

•his back hopelessly arches as you lazily stroke his dick. when you decide he's hot and ready enough for the real thing after he turns into a blabbering mess, you hover above his dick and grab two fistfuls of the ribbons; one on his neck and one on his chest. his pretty lips part as he catches his breath from the sudden movement, eyes darting across your features.

•as he tries to make sense of your bold move, you sink down onto his throbbing cock and fully take him in your walls. he's unable to writhe and squirm as you hold him in place firmly. johnny's eyebrows knit together and he swiftly moves his head to the side, his sunglasses crooked and dropping on his hooked nose. when he finally gets the strength to look down at your pussy engulfing his length, he whines at the beautiful sight and involuntarily bucks up to relieve the strain. you immediately let out a little shout of discipline and pull his upper body toward you.

•"my pace or no pace," you warn through gritted teeth. "don't pull that shit again."

•"or what?" he replies with a cocky grin, his horniness absolutely dripping from his voice. "you don't scare me." as he tries to play right back, you slam yourself down on his cock again without warning, his tip kissing your cervix invitingly. his eyes widen and he yelps out pathetically before turning it into an angry groan. "you're such a fucking bitch. i hate you."

•he starts to spew more utter nonsense about hating you and you being a bitch as you start to actually ride him, for once at your own pace. he's typically fucking up into you but this time he's tied down and taking it like a good boy! you needed this, though, to let out your frustrations with him lately. it's incredibly funny that, yes, he could technically just start bucking his hips into you, but you take note that he's actually listening to your threat and allowing himself to be used. you remind yourself to ask him to top him more often. i doubt he'd say yes.

•your pace becomes a relentless combination of slamming his cock and grinding on it to stimulate your clit, and johnny has now turned into a whimpering mess. his perfect hair was sticking to his forehead and flying out in all directions, his sunglasses were just barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. all the while, he's still sputtering complains about being used and begging you to stop, but they sound hungrier than disgusted. your deep moans drown out his whines and cries, and you frankly don't really care about how he feels.

•you've officially fucked him stupid. he can't even get a proper word out as he's now trying to literally break the ribbons and give him access to his hands, but he's so horny he can't find the strength he typically has.

•"b... stop — babe — 'm gonna cum if you — aah, oh you fucker —" johnny starts to twitch and whimper, thrashing his head side to side as he gets closer toward release. you don't really give a shit though, as you're now chasing your own orgasm as your grinding becomes increasingly uneven. you grab hold of his neck to stabilize yourself, and the coil in your core snaps, your body sending waves of blissful pleasure through your entire being. you're violently reminded of your boyfriend's impending load when he throws away all command you gave him and starts fucking up into your sensitive pussy, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he pathetically tries to get himself there, too.

•you're acutely familiar with how his cock throbs when he's about to cum, and you use this information to your advantage as you abruptly pull yourself up and away right as he shoots his load. he lets out a damn near cry for help as he makes a complete mess of himself. it shoots up high, painting his stomach and chest as his hips thrust into nothing.

•"YOU FUCKING —" he groans out, eyes clenched shut as his desperation makes him act out. "I WANTED TO CUM INSIDE. YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE. AND YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY NICE SHIRT!"

•all you do is return to straddling his hips, sliding your panties back into place and catching your breath.

•"but you look better like this," you reply lowly, taking a flat palm and putting it on his stomach. "all tied down and fucked out. i could get used to it. besides, this was my gift, wasn't it?"

•as his head tilts back to regain his composure, you snap a quick photo of his cum-stained shirt, flushed expression, and weeping dick.

•"consider this payback," you chuckle, wiggling the photo in front of his eyes. "i might just post this everywhere if you don't get me anything for my birthday next."

•"delete that, you cunt," he hisses back, once again trying to free himself. "untie me now. fun's over."

•"nah, i'm good," you reply, your annoying boyfriend being restrained giving you a dangerous amount of confidence. "i think i'll just leave you here. not before cleaning up your cum with your coat, maybe."

•"DO NOT USE MY COAT. IT WAS EXPENSIVE."

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mk1 #johnny cage smut

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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[ phonography ] okkotsu yuuta x fem! reader

♡ contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, mutual masturbation, phone sex, guided masturbation (?), vaginal fingering, male masturbation, dirty talk, established relationship, long-distance relationship

♡ summary: Yuuta believes that he isn't a pervert, that he has great self-control, and that no matter how long you two are apart, he can control his urges—turns out he's all wrong.

♡ end note: cross posting part 3/6 of my yuuta’s bday bash. happy birthday my love ♡

By any means, Yuuta isn't a pervert.

He isn't horny all the time, isn't always sex deprived – your boyfriend isn't always that addicted to the feeling of your skin and limbs tangling with his.

To the feeling of your lips on his, eyes fixed on him, hands melting against his own – he doesn't yearn for your body all the time, you know that too.

“I need you baby, please. Can't take it anymore” his voice staggers, for a minute you thought he's in grave danger, that he's on the brink of death, not until you heard the sound of slicks and his low grunts from the phone.

He isn't a pervert, you know that all too well, but apparently during these times where you're both far apart from each other, he felt vulnerable, felt hopeless and lost without you.

Which is pretty hilarious, since he's the strongest (after Gojo of course) and yet he can't do one little task.

“Where are you y/n?” he sounded so desperate, with the tone in his voice, you could only imagine what his expression would be like.

Sweat beading into his forehead, eyes shut close from frustration, head leaned back on the headboard, hands lazily wrapped around his exposed length.

“I just got home, I'm at the front door right now.”

“Could you go to our bedroom and get on the bed right now, take off your clothes and panties for me, pretty girl.”

The power he had on you, even if he's nowhere to be seen right now, even if his presence is nothing more than just his voice from the phone – he still had the same effect on you, still had the lingering dominance in his words that you can't help but feel your knees shaking, trembling.

Without so much as a second thought, your feet dragged you into the bedroom, taking two flights of stairs at a time. If you weren't horny earlier, well now you are, he's a fucking curse really.

“Are you there yet?” you managed to pull yourself all the way to the bed, pants and underwear discarded somewhere around the bedroom floor.

You heard Yuuta's sharp intake of breath, you can sense the urgency in his voice, desperation pouring from his tone, you can feel just how much torture he's going through – the need to cum, to feel you.

“Yes baby, what do you want me to do? Want me to help you? Want me to guide you?”

It's hurting you more than it is to him, the way you could almost picture your boyfriend on the verge of tears had you clenching your thighs, no matter how much it seems nonsensical for him to be this way – you can't help it, the man you loved is just on the other side of the phone, of the world.

And you, his girlfriend, couldn't help him from something as trivial as this, distance is a fucking bitch.

“N-no, I just want you to stick a finger in your cunt f’me tell me how it feels, please.”

Nodding at his order, which is pretty useless since he can't see you, your fingers slid from your stomach into your folds, letting the pads of your finger collect your slick before easing it into your hole.

You moaned, it isn't enough but it makes your head swirl, not enough to soothe your loneliness but this’ll work, for the meantime that is.

“Yuu, f-feels good” he took a sharp breath, quivering, your voice sounds so angelic and so erotic – God, it's so much better if he's here. Your finger moved in and out, plunging inside your inviting walls so sweetly.

“C-can I add another finger please Yuu, want ‘em” fuck, fuck, fuck you sound so sweet, so cute when you beg. You're already begging when he isn't even doing anything yet.

“Put another f’me, curl them nicely mkay, imagine it's my fingers” you obeyed, letting you middle finger ease inside your gummy walls, curling it upwards just like what he always do, just what he does when he's present.

Think about how he does it instead, his mouth slating against yours. Licking every nook and cranny, swallowing your moans – his fingers working it's magic on your pussy. Grazing every spot inside you, it's ridiculously addicting.

Your thumb went straight to your clit, massaging the little pearl, letting out a moan of ‘Fuck, Yuu need y’so bad’, Yuuta made quick work to fist his cock, hands gripping the base harshly while listening intently to the obscene sounds you're making.

“Grind your pussy on those fingers baby, don't cover your moans. Lemme hear ‘em, lemme hear your pretty moans baby” his words work like magic, your hips rubbed against your fingers, making it plunge deeper into you, it feels good, so so good.

Yuuta tilted his head back, his hand gripping the phone. He fears that the more he listens to you he's going to break it any moment now.

Your voice sounded so hot that he could see how you'd look like right now, sitting prettily on the center of the bed – skin glistening from sweat, hips grinding against your palm desperately, staring at him with those puppy eyes – oh fuck, he'd fuck you right there if he could.

Still, it wasn't enough. It'll never be enough.

“Pretty, do you hear me?” You’re so lost in pleasure that his voice just passes from one ear to another and you can't seem to hear anything other than how your pussy makes such embarrassing noises, dripping with slick, so wet.

“Yuu, m’gonna cum”

“No!”

Your mouth hangs open, shocked and surprised – you slowed your movements, listening to his voice, more focused now.

“M’sorry yuu, just miss you s’much, ca-can’t do anything without you” he heard you sniffle, he stroked his cock fast and hard, fuck fuck fuck, he can't hold on much longer.

“Shit, no no baby it's ‘kay, I just can't hear anything, can you please put your phone near your pussy?”

“O-okay” You remained still for a minute, feeling awkward by his request but you obeyed nonetheless.

You placed your phone near your fingers, continuing what you were doing earlier. Free hands palmed your breasts, tweaking the hard nipple against your fingers, shit you're not gonna last long.

“Ah, mhm Yuu gonna cum, please Yuu can I cum, please let me cum.”

“Yes yes yes, go ahead baby cum, scream my name okay”

With another stroke of your fingers, your body trembled, orgasm washing over you screaming the words he so badly wanted to hear – Yu-Yuuta! – He soon followed, panting and grunting before he spilled his load, making a mess over his fingers and some spilled on his bare stomach.

It still feels lacking, a bit lonely after Yuuta has cleared his mind – he feels like a loser, even if you're just at the other side of the phone.

He's used to having you, having you just beneath his fingers, so when he's called in again for an overseas mission, he thought he'll last – turns out, he's wrong.

“Y/n...”

Silence.

“Y/n? Baby?”

He heard you snore, snoozing soundly, yeah, he remembers you fall asleep so easily after sex.

Sighing, he smiled to himself an image of you sleeping so cutely flashed through his mind – he should really finish this mission, urgently. Probably after he finishes cleaning up.

“Sleep well pretty girl, I miss you.”

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sanjisjuul · 3 months

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Lonely

Summary: you can't sleep cuz you're a sad and lonely bitch but luckily sanji is there

Cw: none! pure fluff/angst kinda

Note: had a shit day today, and i'm not the best at fluff but this was needed

Word count: 1.9k

Mdni 18+

10:34 pm

stretching your tired arms and deeply yawning, you are finally ready to turn in for the night. you place the book you’ve been immersed in for the past two hours on your wooden night stand. your reading glasses follow as you pull them off the bridge of your nose, letting your tired eyes adjust to the dull iridescence of your quarters.

another restless night awaits and you’re well aware. sleeping has been quite a difficult feat for you to accomplish, as you’ve been feeling awfully empty as of late. the very second your heavy head hits your feather filled pillow, your thoughts race. ones of not only your present loneliness, but the what if’s haunt you constantly. you used to cry, to curl up in a fetal position and weep yourself into a restless sleep. visions of your troubles manifest in your dreams. images of a faceless man, one who you feel unconditional love for is suddenly ripped away from you. this reoccurring nightmare startled you at first, driving your mind into anxiety and sorrow, but now you’ve become numb. numb to the idea of being alone, numb to the idea of being laid to rest never knowing the feeling of what it’s like to be held, to be sought after, to be loved.

one man in particular stands out to you, one who makes you smile, laugh, even blush on occasion. unfortunately you have talked yourself out from confessing anything to him. although he seems to like you, treat you as if you’re a rarity, he is unfortunately like that to all women, any feeling of specialty is ripped away the second he approaches nami or robin in the same manner. however it doesn’t stop you from wondering. wondering what it would be like to be loved by him, not just for your gender or your physical beauty, but loved for you. what it would be like to lay by his side night after night, strong arm wrapped around your torso as he snores quietly into your mess of hair. what it would be like to walk beside him, hand in hand as you saunter through busy streets of a shopping island. going into store after store, not looking for anything in particular, but just enjoying each others company. what it would be like to help him with breakfast, waking up earlier than usual just to spend a few extra minutes with him doing what he loves. what it would be like to be with him, to be his and for him to be yours.

12:26 pm

after almost two hours of tossing and turning, rubbing your icy feet on your legs attempting to warm up a bit you decide to get up. you attempt to swallow but the dryness of your mouth along with the lump in your throat indicates that you need a cold glass of water. you sigh, wiping the crust from your eyes and swinging your tired legs over your bed. you creep to your door quietly, tiptoeing as to not wake anybody from their slumber. most should be asleep right now, with the exception of usopp franky and zoro, none of which would be in the kitchen. you silently thank whatever entity that you won’t encounter anybody as you slowly trudge down the hall.

upon reaching the kitchen door you softly push it open, cringing as the door lets out a loud creaking noise. you try your hardest to not let it swing shut behind you, before you halt. to your horror the kitchen is occupied, the smell of cigarette smoke swirls around your air before being sucked into your nose harshly as you deeply inhale.

“y/n?” you turn towards the voice, putting on a sheepish smile to face the last person you wanted to see at the moment, the culprit of your sleepless nights. he stands back towards the counter, facing you. his suit jacket is discarded as he stands in his usual button down shirt and black slacks. you suck in a harsh breath of air when you observe that the first three buttons are undone and his tie is loosened.

“hey sanji,” you stand awkwardly by the door, arms crossed. “didn’t expect you to um… be up right now.”

he puts his cigarette out beside him, before rolling up his sleeves, “just had to finish up some things in here, i was actually just about to head to bed.” he smiles genuinely, pleasantly surprised to see you in your cute pajamas. “i’m more surprised to see you awake at this hour. do you need anything darling, how about some tea?” he questions.

your face heats up at the use of the pet name, “no no it’s fine, i just couldn’t sleep, came in here for a glass of water,” you look down trying to avoid eye contact to prevent him from asking any further questions.

“come, sit,” he pulls out a chair for you, beckoning towards it. “i’ll get you a cold glass of water.” you apprehensively approach, offering him a smile as you sit down and he pushes the chair in for you. you thank him as he opens the cabinets, fishing out a glass for you to drink out of. you fiddle your thumbs anxiously as he opens the freezer door, scooping out some ice and heading to the sink.

your thoughts cloud as you’re alone with the man you’ve been having fantasies about. you can’t help but pull your lips into a thin line and furrow your eyebrows as you try not to think about the massive admiration you carry for him. however, it’s no use, you almost blush as he sets the glass of water in front of you, pulling out the chair adjacent and taking a seat.

“so tell me,” he starts, leaning towards your frame, knee coming into contact with yours. “why can’t you sleep darling? something on your mind?” you stare down at your water, careful not to make eye contact, because you know that if you do, you’ll crumble, become putty on the floor as you confess how you really feel.

“oh,” you act a bit surprised at his question, “it’s nothing really, just a lot on my mind.” you take a small sip of water, your body shivering as the cold liquid chills your veins delightfully. he hums in response, lighting a cigarette before taking a drag, careful not to blow the smoke near you. “are you alright? if anyone is bothering you, please do tell me. is it that shitty swords-“

“no!” you cut him off abruptly, cringing at the raise of your voice. you can’t handle any more questions from him, not to mention the burning of his gaze on the side of your face, is driving you crazy. you feel as if you’re in an interrogation, angry detectives flashing bright lamps onto your guilty face.

sanji leans back at your tone, slightly hurt, but he doesn’t let it show. he falls silent for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “its just…. i feel lonely,” you start, finally facing your attention to look at him. his expression softens into one of caring, his pretty blue eyes stare affectionately into yours. “it’s just hard.” you finish, quick to grab another sip of water as a lump forms in your throat and tears prick at your eyes.

you try to blink away your tears, but sanji is quick to act. he leans towards you, opening his arms offering you a hug. you accept his embrace, leaning into his arms and sobbing into his chest immediately. “oh darling,” sanji coos, petting your hair as you stain his shirt with your tears.

you’ve broken, floodgates of emotion pour out not only in front of him, but directly into him. and although you wish you hadn’t cracked, you can’t ignore the utter feeling of relaxation as he holds you. you can’t help but cry more as each second goes by, his touch one you had been yearning for for so long.

“i-,” you start, before another sob wracks your chest, you try to hide your face into him. “you what?” he asks softly, finger picking up your chin to look at him. his beautiful blue eyes sparkle, lips parted almost as if he knows what you’re about to say. you’ve never seen sanji this way. although he is caring, he usually acts so foolish around you along with the other girls. his failing attempts to flirt and foolish antics dissipate in front of you as he awaits your response.

“i need you,” tears flow freely down your exposed face, the taste of salt pricks your tastebuds. “all i want is to be with you, i love you.” sanji freezes at your statement, eyes growing large and cigarette falling out of his mouth, dropping to the floor. his eyes start to well with tears, one falling slowly down his face, “darling,” he whispers, removing his hand from your face.

you wince at the loss of contact, preparing for the rejection you have imagined one too many times. “i love you too,” he cries. your instincts take over as you launch yourself onto him, arms wrapping around his neck resting in his locks. he reciprocates, placing you in his lap and squeezing you tightly as if you were to run off at any moment.

you stay like that, seconds and minutes tick by as you cry into each other, raw emotions filling the otherwise empty kitchen. you feel ecstatic, tears of longing form into ones of happiness as you play with the hair that rests on the back of his head. no words need to be exchanged, the way you are entangled with each other speaks louder than any sentence you could utter.

however you do speak, you ask a question that’s been haunting you for months, “can you sleep beside me? please?.” you sniffle as your crying dies down, tears reduced to dry patches on your skin.

sanji doesn’t answer only stands, lifting you in his arms as you wrap your legs around his torso. he carries you out of the kitchen, not bothering to turn off any lights. his footsteps echo throughout the hallway, before he approaches your door, kicking it softly open before setting you down onto your bed.

he admires you for a moment, pupils dilating as he adjusts to the darkness of your room. he wipes the tears that remain, smiling deeply. “i love you, so much” is the only sentence he utters as he removes his tie along with his shirt. you decide silently to not discuss further, only allowing yourselves to speak through touch as he enters your bed, lifting the blankets as he climbs in beside you.

you immediately shuffle closer to him, wrapping a leg around him as you lean on his chest. he places his arm underneath your head, turning and pressing a kiss into your forehead, “you’re so perfect,” he mutters, before laying back on the pillow. you revel in the heat of his bare skin, this contact being so longed for you almost cry again.

drowsiness has overtaken your body, between the emotional rollercoaster, the sobbing, and the immense comfort sanji gives you, you’re finally ready to sleep, but you need to ask one last thing before you allow yourself to loose consciousness. “will you be mine?” you whisper into his chest, the thumping of his heart relaxing you further.

“i’m already yours.

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A New Kind of Love: Chapter II

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), friends with benefits, smut, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Nonconsensual touching, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Physical Violence (Minho punches a guy), Degradation, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 2,979

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: I struggled a little with this chapter compared to the others I finished. Sorry if it's not great. Also, to spare my anxiety, I’m going to refrain from creating deadlines since this story has expanded from what it was originally meant to be (a one shot lol). I will have part three out as soon as I can. Again, any feedback/thoughts are welcome!

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A ringtone jolts you awake. Blearily, you look around your bedroom for the source. Stumbling, you reach for the discarded purse on the floor and fish out your mobile. Squinting at the bright light, you see the name Baddest Bitch 🎀 flash across the screen. You slide to answer.

“Hello,” your voice sounds rough.

“Bitch, did you really just ditch me last night?” Your best friend, Yuqi, shouts through the phone. You move it a few inches from your face before speaking.

“What are you talking about?”

“I went to find you and you were gone.”

You take a moment to recall the party, the memories slowly coming back. “Wait, didn’t you ditch me last night for some guy?”

“I mean, yeah, but-” you cut her off.

“Look I am super hung over right now and desperately need a shower. Can you save your scolding for later?”

“Sure, I’m going to head to the diner. Meet you there?” You look at your phone to see the time.

“I can be there in like, 30 minutes?”

“See you!”

“Bye.” You hang up the phone and very slowly make your way to the shower.

The warm water feels like heaven cleansing away all sins from last night. While washing your hair, you suddenly remember meeting your neighbor, Minho. You struggle to remember the conversation. Was I that wasted? You can only recall that he was a bit of a dick. Shaking your head, you erase him from your mind.

Dressed comfortably in jeans and a black turtleneck, you grab your long coat and keys before heading out the door. You pause to take out your sunglasses as the sun hits. As you round the corner, Minho spots you from the porch and greets you.

“Good morning!” You jump out of your skin, nearly dropping your phone. You look up to see Minho leaning over the railing smiling at you.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” Minho’s cheeriness makes your brain hurt.

“Can you keep it down? It’s like 10 in the morning. Chill.” The sun shines right into Minho’s chocolatey eyes and you can see every variation of brown in his irises. They’re stunning.

“Not feeling so well, huh?” You’re completely flabbergasted by his presence.

“How long have you been waiting there for me?”

Minho doesn’t expect you to ask. “Not…long.” He looks down at his hands and picks at some invisible dirt under his nails. Jisung appears behind him and slaps Minho on the back. He falls forward with an oomph from the force.

“Hey Hyung!” Jisung looks over Minho’s shoulder and sees you.

“Oh! Morning, Y/n!” His gummy smile on full display.

“Is your whole household on uppers or something?” Placing your sunglasses on top of your head, you look around questioning if this is the twilight zone. Jisung takes in your appearance and notices how tired you look.

“Rough night?” he asks with a wince.

“Something like that,” you give Minho a pointed look.

“Where you headed?” Minho asks.

“Coffee. Meeting a friend.”

Jisung slaps Minho on the back again. “Well, that is perfect!” Minho stands up straight and looks at Jisung angrily. The younger boy ignores him and continues, “We were just about to head that way. Want some company?”

“Oh, um-,” the boys don’t give you a chance to answer, instead joining you on the sidewalk. Jisung loops his arm into yours.

“가자”

“What?”

“He means let’s go,” Minho answers for Jisung.

“Okay, then, Ka-cha, I guess,” you try to repeat back. Minho and Jisung smile at your attempt.

You arrive at the diner and see Yuqi in your usual booth. She spots you and waves. Pulling you into a hug, she notices two guys standing awkwardly behind you and releases you.

“Uh, did you adopt some strays on the way here?” Jisung takes in the sight of your best friend and stares at her with big heart eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You notice Jisung’s expression and giggle.

“Jisung, Minho, this is Yuqi. Yuqi, Jisung, Minho.” You gesture to each person to make introductions. Minho leans in to shake Yuqi’s hand, but Jisung jumps in front of him, taking hold of her instead.

“Hi, I’m Jisung,” he practically shouts.

Yuqi flashes both boys a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” She points for the two of them to sit down. Jisung eagerly takes the spot next to Yuqi leaving you and Minho on the other side of the booth.

“So how do you three know each other?” Yuqi asks.

“They live above me.”

“Do they now?” Yuqi gives you a flirty look that you refuse to entertain.

After placing your orders, conversation flows easily between the four of you.

“And what about you two? How do you know each other?” Yuqi motions between Jisung and Minho.

Jisung smiles and says, “We met in high school. He punched a guy who was bullying me. He’s basically my soulmate, isn’t that right 자기?”

“Shut up, Ji.” Minho laughs.

You look at Minho, “Ja-gi?”

“It means something like darling.”

“I see.”

“He’s just joking though,” Minho shrugs unconvincingly.

“What are you talking about, 자기? Don’t lie to them!” Jisung pouts, making Yuqi laugh.

He’s not one to go out of his way to connect with people, but he’d practically been taken hostage by Jisung and Felix. Whether it was Stockholm Syndrome or the balls of sunshine finally wearing him down, they eventually became his closest friends. Through Jisung he met Chris and Changbin. As a dance major he met Hyunjin who eventually introduced him to Jeongin and Seungmin. Minho grew up often feeling alone. His gruff personality could rub people the wrong way, but for whatever reason, his seven friends held onto him making him feel a part of something. A family.

Minho changes the subject and turns to speak to you, leaving Yuqi and Jisung to chat alone.

“Feeling any better?”

“Yeah, actually. A lot better.”

“Good.” He fiddles with his coffee cup as a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. You both smile watching your friends across the table flirt.

“Those two seem to be getting along.” Minho says quietly as he takes a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, they’re pretty cute.” Right on cue, your friends laugh at something amusing on Jisung’s phone.

“You two close?” You look away from your friend to Minho.

“We are. I guess you could say she’s my Jagi.” Minho smiles at that.

“Was she at the same party as you last night?”

You lean back into the booth and nod, “She was.”

“She seems to be in better shape than you were this morning.”

“Yuqi doesn’t drink.”

Minho nods. “So that makes you the drinker?”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I’m kidding,” he says quickly to diffuse you.

“Is this fun for you?” Too late.

“What?”

“Getting under my skin.”

“Don’t make it so easy then.” He says teasingly, but you don’t take the joke.

“Dude, I just met you like yesterday.”

“Why are you getting so mad? I was just joking. Relax.”

“Relax?”

He throws his hands in the air, defeated. “Why do you make it impossible to get to know you?”

You scoff and stand up. “Yuqi, we’re leaving.”

Yuqi looks away from Jisung, the two of them completely oblivious to your disagreement with Minho.

“Right now?”

Minho leans back into the booth and crosses his arms.

“Yes, come on.” You stand up from the booth and reach out for your friend’s hand.

She looks at Jisung before reluctantly taking your hand. “Okay.” She waves goodbye to Jisung. You give him a wave as well, but ignore Minho who looks away from you.

Jisung stands up and shouts, “I-I’ll see you around!” The door chimes as you both exit.

“Hyung, I think I’m in love.”

Minho sighs. “You just met her.”

“Did I? Or have our souls been searching for each other across centuries and have finally reunited?” Minho just groans as he picks up his coffee cup. Jisung clutches his chest looking at the glass door before turning to Minho.

“You seem to have taken a liking to, Y/n.”

Minho snorts into his coffee. “Absolutely not.”

Jisung just shakes his head. “And yet you waited on the porch for fifteen minutes until she finally left her apartment.”

“I-well, that was-” Minho stumbles over his words.

“Uh huh.” He throws the elder a satisfied smirk. Jisung could always see through Minho.

While walking back from class the next day you look up to see Minho’s window slightly ajar. A cloud of smoke forcing its way through the crack. Before you can stop yourself, you find your body standing at the threshold knocking on the front door. The door flies open and you're greeted by a beautiful blonde boy with freckles painted across his face.

“Hello!” the beautiful blonde boy speaks, but it takes a moment for his words to register.

“Uh, hi!” You finally shout out. “I’m your neighbor from downstairs.”

Recognition flashes in his eyes. “Y/n! I’m Felix. I’ve heard so much about you!” he says as he pulls you into a hug.

“You have?” Your voice muffled as you speak into his chest. He releases you and holds you by your shoulders to look you over.

“Wow, you’re beautiful.” You feel your cheeks warm at the compliment.

“Oh, thank you. You are too.” He smiles and invites you in.

“So, Y/n, to what do we owe the pleasure?” You look over and notice he’s in the middle of a video game.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Felix follows your gaze to his paused game.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t really…winning.” He grumbles as he scratches the back of his head.

“Well, I was just looking for-” As if summoned by your subconscious, Minho makes his way downstairs before you can even get his name out.

“Y/n?” You turn to see Minho at the base of the stairs. He’s shirtless wearing only gym shorts. His briefs peeking through. You force yourself to not look at his chest or lower and maintain eye contact.

“Minho, hey…”

Felix watches the exchange, amused. “You came here for Minho, hyung?” People don’t usually make house calls for his grumpy resident cat.

“Yeah.” You continue staring at Minho.

“What are you doing here?” He looks at Felix. The two exchange a silent word and Felix nods.

“I am going to check and see if my brownies are done.” He gently squeezes your arm to get your attention. “You’re welcome to one, if you would like.” You smile at him. Felix disappears into the kitchen leaving the two of you alone in the entrance of the house.

Minho closes the gap between you since you seem planted in your spot. He tilts his head. “Well?” He’s standing directly in front of you now. Before you can answer you notice a scar just below his ribs. Without thinking you trace the line with your finger. Minho’s stomach tightens beneath your touch and he lets out a strained breath.

“What happened?”

“It’s from when I was a baby. I had to have a procedure done.” You look up at him concerned, your finger still lightly touching the end of the scar.

“Are you okay now?”

He affectionately laughs at your question. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Minho moves your hand away before the electrical current from your touch reaches any further south. He doesn’t let go of your hand though and instead stares at where your fingers are intertwined. The atmosphere shifts.

“Hey, hyung, can you help me with-” Jisung suddenly walks in, breaking the tension. “Y/n, hi!” You look at Jisung and shake your head ending the spell.

“Sorry, I have to go!” You push past Minho after giving Jisung a wave and head to leave.

Felix calls out to you from the kitchen, “Y/n, your brownie!”

“Next time!” You rush out and close the door behind you.

Jisung looks at Minho blinking. “What was that about?”

“I have no idea,” he says in disbelief. He walks over to the window and watches as you hurriedly walk down the street and out of view.

Minho sits at a table studying when he spots you entering the library. It had been a few days since he last saw you. Your touch now seared on his scar. He felt you every time he closed his eyes and despite himself, he craved your nearness. As if possessed, he abandons his books and follows you into the maze of the stacks.

It takes some time to find you, but when he does you’re at the end of an aisle at the very back of the library. He can feel his heart beat into his ears. Sensing a presence, you look up from your book and are surprised to meet Minho’s eyes. He stands at the opposite end of the aisle waiting for a signal. You place your book down and face him. Minho takes a tentative step in your direction, then another. You take one too until you're both rushing to close the gap. It probably doesn’t make sense to an outsider, but the two of you were drawn to each other like magnets. Maybe it didn’t make sense to you either. Did you even like Minho? Did it matter? It didn’t, not as he crashed his lips against yours and pushed you into the bookshelf. Electricity crackling between the two of you.

Minho grips the shelf behind him to steady himself. Your hands immediately begin exploring his body. You could feel every outline of his muscles beneath your palms and his skin ignites from your touch. He pushes his hard length into your center as he kisses down your neck. Minho starts sucking and you know it's going to leave a mark. You don’t care. What you didn’t expect was for him to bite you. The pain sends pleasure through your middle and a cry escapes your mouth. This elicits a growl from Minho as his hands begin to hurriedly pull up your jean skirt. You feel his Adam's apple bob as you lick up and down the length of his throat. You then graze your teeth along his jawline. It was your turn to leave marks. Your skirt now up to your hips, Minho completely exposes you to him. You lift your head and look around.

“What if someone sees?”

“Just look at me.” And you do. Everything around you, the books, the shelves disappear. It’s just the two of you alone. He can feel your arousal as he cups your sex.

“So wet for me, princess. And here I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t.”

He raises an eyebrow and smirks.

You smack his chest. "Shut up.” He lets out a husky laugh as he places his lips on your shoulder.

“Bite me again and I’ll kick your nuts.”

“Noted.” You felt him smile against your skin. Minho pushes your panties aside and slides two fingers in without hesitation. You let out a breath not realizing you had been holding one in.

“Fuck.” You clench around his fingers as you take him in.

“You’re so warm,” he moans. He starts pushing in and out of you as your wetness quickly coats his hand.

“Kiss me.” He brings his lips to yours and you bite at him needily.

“But I can’t bite you?”

“I swear to god if you ruin this right now with that mouth of yours…”

Minho removes his fingers from you and drops to his knees. “What? This mouth?”

“Minho, what are-” before you could protest, he licks up your wet folds making you shiver. The tip of his tongue pushes at your clit.

“Yes, more!” Minho slowly circles around before sucking harshly. “Ooh, baby. Like that,” you purr. That nearly sends him over his edge. He palms his bulge with his free hand to adjust himself before he slides his fingers back in. Minho now pumps relentlessly and you can hear your wetness squelch with every movement.

“Too much!” But Minho doesn’t relent.

You grip his hair pulling and pushing him further into you. He groans, sending a vibration through your pussy and you moan loudly.

“Keep your voice down,” he whispers.

“F-fuck you-u,” Minho chuckles as he resumes eating you out. He hikes your leg over his shoulder and the new angle gives his long fingers better reach. Minho can feel the ribs of your walls enclose him tightly and he knows you’re close. Your breathing becomes shallow as your orgasm rises through your body and stars dot your vision. Minho tongues your clit harder and forces a third digit inside of you. You grind against him as you finally come into his mouth. You have to use all your strength to hold in your cries and grip the shelf behind you to stay grounded. Minho doesn’t let up, letting you ride out your orgasm while he laps up your ecstasy. You whimper as you shake from overstimulation.

Minho finally releases you and stands. He puts your panties back in place and pulls your skirt down. His lips, nose, and chin are covered in your essence making your middle tighten in pleasure. Minho licks each finger individually, not letting a drop go to waste.

“So sweet.”

He wipes his face with the back of his sleeve once he finishes. Still coming down from your high, you don’t realize how closely you're leaning against the bookshelf. Your fingers gripping the shelf so hard your knuckles are white. Minho notices and takes hold of your hands to help you upright. Tension leaves your fingers as he places feather light kisses across your knuckles. All you can do is stare into Minho’s brown eyes. He smiles at your blissed out state and leans into your ear. “See you around, princess.” Minho releases your hands and disappears, leaving you absolutely stunned.

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I see the ask box open I ask like a moth to flame!!🔥👀✨ Potential TW for anxiety around intimacy(nothing graphic or descriptive) I NEED soft dom soap x reader w a SHIT TON of praise& encouragement. A bitch has a LOT of anxiety and need someone to talk me through it, and can it be they’re already together? Anything else fluffy pls add whatever you’d like!!! Thank you & feel free to ignore if you don’t vibe! Peace out!!✌🏼

Hi love, sorry it took so long but here you go <3

Thought I'd go with your first time with him. Lyrics to Francessca by Hozier are used.

The atom soulmate theory: The idea that during the big bang, the atoms that make us were split into two, creating soulmates aka our other half.

Times like these are meant to be exciting, loved, desired. Why aren't they? He kisses you like you're sculpted by Michaelangelo himself, as if you are his own angel. You are. His hand cupping your face, thumb gently caressing just below your eyes. So gentle you almost miss it. You don't.

He tries to gently pull you on to his lap, but you pull back, knowing where it will lead. He looks up at you, confusion lightly etched onto his face.

Do you think I'd give up?

"What's wrong, bonnie? Why do ya do this?" he softly asks, hand moving to cup your jaw, thumb gently swiping over you bottom lip.

"I don't think I can" you say quietly, not even meaning to fully say it. You move to get off the couch, but he grabs your wrist, pulling to sit you on his lap.

"What do ya mean you can't? What's wrong?" He asks, softly kissing your collar bone, looking up at you.

It's time. He never wants you to hide from him because you're scared of the outcome.

"I wanna be good. I'm don't wanna be disappointing.. And before you say I couldn't or something, you don't know that. I could be. I know you love me, and you've been so patient. I just don't want the wait to not be worth it. You deserve the best, or at least satisfying and I dunno if I ca-" you begin to ramble but are cut off by his lips covering yours. He holds the back of your head. Not harshly but to keep you there. He pulls away, forehead against yours.

That this might have shook the love from me?

Or that I was on the brink

"That's what this is about?" He asks in a near whisper.

"Mhm.." you say quietly as well.

"Mo leannan" he lightly chuckles, "Why didn't ya tell me sooner?"

"Didn't wanna bother you" You say, heart pounding and throat beginning to tighten as your anxiety rises.

He gently and slowly lays you down on the couch, hovering over you, hand holding your waist.

"My love fer ya innt dependent on sex. Yer so beautiful, how could ya possibly disappoint?" He asks as he softly kisses your neck.

How could you think, darlin, I'd scare so easily?

Now that it's done

You stay quiet, not wanting to argue, slipping into wanting his praise. He slowly moves down your body, gently lifting your shirt to your ribs, softly kissing your ribs, moving down to above your belly button and below your belly button.

"So fucking beautiful, so soft" He whispers into your skin, hands caressing your sides. His hands move down to your pants, and looks up at you.

"Can I?"

You pause for a second, the feeling reappearing in your throat. You shakily nod, hoping to be wrong, faking the courage.

"Words, bonnie" He kisses your stomach again.

"yes" You say quietly.

"Good gal" He gently pulls your pants off, discarding them next to the couch. His breath hitches as he slowly removes your underwear.

"Beautiful" He looks at you as he spreads your legs, laying soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, moving to your cunt. You subconsciously close your legs slightly.

There's not one thing that I would change

My life was a storm since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?

"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay, just lay back fer me. Close your eyes for me, alright?"

Your lip slightly quivers, but you listen to what he says. You sink into the couch. He laces his hands with yours, thumbs gently moving against the back of your hands. You let out a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

"Tha right, just breath for me, okay mo ghràdh? Good girl"

That's easy enough. Inhale, exhale.

Inhale

Exhale

His tongue licks a stripe up your cup, the feeling causes you to take a sharp inhale at the feeling. He pauses for a second.

"Fuck" He exhales, leaning in for more.

"What's wrong?" You lift up to look at him. One of this hands moves to gently push your chest back down.

"Best fouckin taste. Been keepin this from me, tastes like heaven" He slightly groans, tongue flicking against your clit.

If someone asked me at the end, I'd tell them put me back in it

Darlin, I would do it again

Your hand grips his hair slightly, more resting against it. You let out a long exhale.

"Johnny" You whine, head going fuzzy from the soft pleasure.

"I know, sweetheart, I know" His hands leave you to move your legs up and over his shoulder, feet against his back. His hands grip your thighs, a bit of your fat squished between his fingers. Not enough to leave a mark, but a firm grip.

If I could hold you for a minute

Darlin, I'd go through it again

He alternates between sucking and licking your clit. You moan, hands holding the back of his head.

"I love ya, so much" He whispers between your thighs.

You feel tears beginning to well in your eyes.

I would still be surprised I could find you

Darlin in any life

"I love you" You sniffle, "Thank you"

"Meant fer eachothar, swear teh god we are" He sits up, lifting his shirt off over him, and takes of his jeans.

He leans down to kiss you, lifting your head up to meet him halfway. You fully lift up to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands hold the small of your back, as if you'd disappear. He lays you back down, and removes his boxers, cock springing out. He's not ridiculously long, about 6.5 inches, but thick. He leans back down, kissing your neck so so softly. He slowly grinds his cock against your clit, the stimulation slightly making you jolt.

"Do ya want this, if yer not ready, we dinnae have tah" He whispers into your neck.

"Want you, just dunno what to do" You say, hands cupping the back of his neck.

For all that was said

Of where we'd end up at the end of it

When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace What good would it be on the far side of things?

"Ya already do so much just layin here" He reassures, lining up to your entrance, "Just relax for me, sweet gal"

You inhale and nod. He kisses your upper chest as he slowly pushes in. You let out a shakey breath, hand slightly scratching up his upper back.

"Good job, bonnie. Doin so good fer me" he says as he pushes in more.

It was too soon When that part of you was ripped away A grip taking hold like a cancer that grows Each piece of your body that it takes

"'M not like em, I promise. You're like a fouckin angel to me" He says, as if he already knew the other men you had been with had taken you for granted.

"Don't wanna let you down" You inhale.

"Never" he pushes in all the way, letting out a groan, "so fouckin tight"

He gives you a moment to adjust, before slowly grinding into you. His arm moves to fully hold you by your lower back.

"Johnny, please, need you to go faster" You whimper, trying to grind into him.

"Shh, needa appreciate 'er" He whispers against your skin.

Though I know my heart would break

I'd tell them put me back in it

Darlin, I'd do it again

If I could hold you for a minute

Darlin, I'd go through it again

"Thank you" He kisses you more passionately than before.

"For what?" You whine as hethrusts into you a little deeper than before, as if trying to become a part of you.

"This, everything, to feel ya, fer choosin me" He exhales, "Dinnae ken how I even looked at anyone before ya"

I would not change it each time Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I I would not change it each time

"I promise there int an after ya" He promises, breath fanning against your collar bone.

Before you can respond, the coil in your stomach begins to tighten.

"Johnny" you try to warn, "I'm gonna cum"

"I know, bonnie. 'M gonna too. Let go fer me" He groans into your neck, slightly speeding up, pace faltering.

Your whines get higher and higher pitched, the cord finally snapping with a cry as you tumble off the edge.

"Johnny!" You cry out, clutching onto him.

With a groan, he spills into you, holding onto you like a lifeline.

"Oh fuck" He damn near whimpers, gasping.

As your orgasms fade away, he leans in to kiss you, softly kissing your cheeks, then your forehead, and lastly your closed eyes.

"So so good, bonnie. Better than I imagined" He whispers, forehead leaning against yours.

"Most beautiful fouckin soul I would've ev'r met"

I would not change it each time

The atom soulmate theory: The idea that during the big bang, the atoms that make us were split into two, creating soulmates aka our other half.

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im-his-druidess · 9 months

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So I just read ur blog abt Rz Michael X reader on their period, and I was just wondering like... do you think he'd wipe the blood off his pp or leave it there? 💀 You can add other slashers to this topic if you want, just something that was on my mind lmaooo.

His "pp" 😂💀😭 I'm sorry that word is just so funny to me

I'm gonna add all the Slashers because why not 🤷🏼‍♀️

Bo Sinclair

Wouldn't care. Would leave it on and probably tease you the entire time. Calling you messy, but he would totally be into it. I just know he has a blood kink.

Vincent Sinclair

Wouldn't really care either way, but would make a point to clean up afterwards just because he knows you might not like the sight. Has definitely painted what you both look like covered in your blood and he is a little freak so I wouldn't doubt him using real blood for that picture.

Michael Myers

Wouldn't care in the slightest. Would honestly keep it there for as long as possible but you scold him into cleaning up. You usually have to force him into showers anyways so it's nothing new. Sometimes he'll surprise you and roughly wipe you both clean with your discarded pajamas before collapsing on you to sleep.

Thomas Hewitt

Would only clean up because you want him to. If it was up to him he would just leave it. He doesn't care about the mess and is usually covered in blood anyways, but will try to be tidy since it's a "delicate" situation.

Otis Driftwood

Keeps it because he's a dirty bitch and would mock and tease you the entire time you are menstruating. Would only clean up when you bring up the complications that could pop up due to poor hygiene. He has a blood kink for sure and doesn't care in the slightest about any mess. Probably likes it that way more often than not.

Luigi Largo

Definitely cleans up almost immediately afterwards. Would even clean you up, too. Although he can be a bit rough about it. He likes things clean and neat so he's usually always on "clean up duty". Probably another way he can show some affection without feeling too vulnerable.

Norman Nordstrom

You two clean up together afterwards almost everytime. He can't see what he doing (obviously) so it usually falls to you to clean up specific areas, but he would make it up by being very sweet and tender with you the entire time.

Brahms Heelshire

Getting him to do anything after sex, even cleaning himself up, is a herculean task, but you can usually lure him into the shower with the promise of pampering him. Would eventually force you into the shower with him.

Jason Voorhees

Doesn't care about it, but will still wash you both up because you ask him and he can never deny you. He's a bit heavy-handed, but he tries his best. Usually has to follow your lead since most of the time he'll just stare.

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doumadono · 7 months

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Sinful Sunday is here and I am here to atone for my sins for this week Karaku Just Karaku He lets you peg him, he moans like a bitch in heat begging for more but doesn't assume you're getting out of it without punishment he will rail you until your mind is blank, and all you can think of is him. You belong to him after all But he is a god at aftercare, snuggles, hugs and everything

A/N: darling! ♥ I hope you'll enjoy this short piece, and please bear with me as it was my first time writing about pegging!

SINFUL SUNDAY

"Damn it, Y/N, please, I need to cum! Please, I'm… please! What gives you the right to tease me like this, huh?!"

Just an hour ago, Karaku had scoffed, as he always did when you had warned him that he'd be begging for release tonight. Yet, here he was, tears welling up at the corners of his green eyes, his grip on the sheets tightening as the dildo you were using on him pushed him to beg and plead, just the way you enjoyed it.

His hands were restrained by cuffs, fingers desperately clutching at whatever wood they could reach as he cried out.

Your hands were occupied as well - one gripped Karaku's hip, providing leverage as you penetrated him, while the other traced a sensual path up and down his thighs. Your body weight leaned on his legs, which were drawn up close to his body. It was pure torture, your hand pausing to caress soft circles into the skin around the base of his throbbing, sensitive cock, knuckles sensually grazing against it, each touch eliciting whimpers from deep within Karaku's throat.

"Do you yearn for release, baby?" You taunted the pleasure demon, your words oozing with sinful temptation that sent delicious shivers through Karaku.

His throbbing member twitched as he struggled to form a coherent answer, teetering on the precipice of climax.

You abruptly halted, the dildo fully embedded within Karaku, causing him to scream as you tightly pinched the base of his throbbing shaft. "You must give me an answer before you earn your release."

"So desperately!" Karaku gasped out, pulling at the handcuffs as he squirmed beneath you.

A devious smile curved your lips as you resumed your slow, torturous movements.

"I'll do anything you desire, damn it, anything you command, Y/N, just please, allow me to cum, I fucking can't hold it back any longer!!"

Your hand trailed over his chest, your thumb teasing one of his sensitive nipples. "Now, moan for me," you commanded.

Karaku obeyed with a loud, lustful moan, his voice filled with your name.

Your eyes sparkled with delight as your grip tightened around Karaku's pulsating member, forcefully stroking him up and down, once, twice. You maintained your firm hold as Karaku reached his climax, his cries and moans intermingled with desperate repetitions of your name.

You slowed your thrusts, taking in the sight of Karaku with his chest and stomach glistening from his own thick cum. His legs trembled as you withdrew the dildo. Stepping back, you watched as Karaku shakily exhaled. With the strap-on discarded, you climbed onto the bed and released Karaku's hands, placing gentle kisses on his knuckles. "Was I good?" you inquired sweetly.

"Very good. So, now it's my turn to pleasure you, right?" Karaku responded, a playful glint in his green eyes.

Soon, you were pinned to the bed and he thrust into your pussy from behind, his clawed hand pushing your head hardly against the matress of your bed. "You thought you're smart, huh?" he mused. "No fucking way," he spanked your ass and you whined his name while his cock streatched your pussy painfully. "Yeah, yeah, you're fucking mine." His balls grew heavier, and he let out a guttural growl, shooting ropes of cum deep into your cunt. Slowly, he withdrew his dick, watching with a smug smile as his seed dripped out of you and onto the sheets. "Perfection."

You didn't even realize when you found yourself snuggled against his chest, his hand rubbing little circles on your back as he held you close. "I hope you're not tired, for the night is still so young," he grinned at you. "There's a lot more pleasure to come!"

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star-suh · 5 months

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🎃SCREAM (my name)🎃

choi san x male reader

cw: college au, movie au(?), killer top san, y/n is trapped in a hole in the wall, dub-con, rimjob, degradation, spanking, creampie, breaking the 4th wall(?).

an: i was thinking about a way to porn-ify the scream movie then i remembered that scene from scary movie with the girl in the garage 😭 and i merge it with that stuck in the wall trope and boom this fic was born lmao.

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despite the murders that have recently occurred, the students of the kq university decide to have a party just because why not?.

“how the fuck are they so happy dancing and getting high on a party when there's a literal murderer on the campus?” wondered y/n in a low voice.

“the real question is how the fuck are you complaining about it while literally being in the party drinking a cup of vodka with fruit juice?” seonghwa stated.

“i don't know dude, slasher movie logic i guess?” he spoke while drinking the remaining liquid on his cup, “gonna go for more” he then walks away while seonghwa starts rubbing himself on someone.

“umm excuse me.. uh, isn't there more of this?” y/n signals the bowl that was filled with vodka before. “yes there are more but… it's in the basement. if you want more go down there and take all you want dude” the man pats y/n's shoulder and walks away. “are you fucking kidding me? this is giving scream for fuck's sake i'm gonna die” he screams internally, preparing to go and seek more of that delicious cocktail of vodka with fruits.

with each step down the stairs y/n plans a ton of ways to escape if the murderer happens to be there.. “helloo?. umm is someone down there?” his voice echoes in the dark room and not a single response “where is the light switch” he spoke while he illuminates the place with the flashlight of his cell phone.

finally he found the light switch and turn on the lights, showing that there was no one in there “i should stop being so paranoid”. y/n opens the refrigerator taking out the cans of his favorite liquor, he was entertained reading the flavors of each can that he didn't notice the basement door being closed by someone.

"what do we have here?" a deep and seductive voice echoes in y/n's ears, he turns around quickly, dropping all the cans. there he was, face to face with the masked killer. “i fucking knew it” he whispered grabbing all the cans and throwing them at the killer. “leave me alone you psycho, i haven't done anything bad in my life” y/n begs for his life as he looks for a way out.

he suddenly remembers that this was mingi's house and there was a hole in one of the walls that they used to when they were in high school to sneak into the basement and drink mingi's father's liquor “good times” he murmurs running towards the hole.

“where is it” he shouts scattering the objects around trying to find the hole, “why is he doing nothing” anxious, y/n pushed a large shelf finally found his way to salvation "see you in hell motherfucker" giving the middle finger to the murderer and immediately going through the hole squirming around. everything looked so good until y/n got trapped, only half of his body made it through the hole. “shit this can't be happening. fuck!... please don't harm me please” his prayers being silenced by the loud music of the party above.

he was already preparing to die when he felt a hand groping his ass "what the hell? don't touch me pervert". he began to discard y/n's pants and underwear, "perverted son of a bitch" could be heard on the other side of the wall, y/n started to move his legs trying to kick the murderer but the only thing he received was a hard spank that made his eyes water.

the masked murderer started to rub his big bulge between y/n's ass cheeks, on the other side of the wall the guy was biting his lower lip so the other man can't hear his moans. “i shouldn't have put the cell phone in my pants pocke—hngh” suddenly he felt something wet on his rim making his eyes widen and his face turn red. on the other side the masked man was inserting his wet tongue in and out “what a tasty hole. gonna eat it until it's all gaping and gushy with my saliva”.

y/n's legs were trembling, the pleasure was immense something he haven't feel in months, “so goodd~”...

the ring of muscles was dripping with saliva “i can't get enough of this” says the masked pervert still eating y/n's ass out. on the other side y/n was a blushing, panting mess with hooded eyes and drool coming out of the corners of his mouth “please stop, i can't take it anymore..”

“nuh-uh dude we are halfway done” the man spoke, spanking the ass 10 times, 5 to each ass cheek. he pulls out his cock and starts slapping it in the already wet hole making sinful noises that he loves to hear, watching how much pre-cum y/n's cock is leaking he puts his big cock under y/n's tip and smear it around his own to use it as lube “you tell me to stop but you're body says otherwise.. look how much you're leaking slutty boy” he says that while shaking y/n's hard cock.

he slowly introduced his big dick, that delicious burning sensation of the stretch making y/n moan loudly lowkey enjoying it “so big~”.

“you're clenching so hard boy, do you love my cock that much?.just say you're my plaything and i give you more of this”. “no” cockdrunk y/n managed to say “i'm no one's..”. another hard spank landed on his ass “you're being a bad boy, i think you need to be punished”. the taller grabbed him by the legs locking them in his waist and started to rail the boy into oblivion, the thrusts were so hard producing a notorious recoil on y/n's ass.

“i'm gonna wreck you up, you hear me?. i'm gonna drenched you with my cum and pump you full like the useless cumdump you are”.

“yes, just use me to please your big cock i'm just a hole for you~” his fear completely gone and now being replaced by just horny thoughts of being fucked by that big dick.

wet, gushy sounds echoing throughout the basement while moans were doing the same on the other side of the wall, “look how much you're clenching on me, what a desperate whore”. the masked man feeling that sensation on his stomach started to stroke y/n's cock “let's cum together”, being stimulated by both sides it only made y/n cum quickly muttering a small “sorry” as he caught his breath. “bad boy, i told you to cum together with me” he does a last hard thrust and then pulls out his cock to jerk himself off on top of y/n's ruined hole.

lots of thick gooey sperm coming out of the masked man's tip, creaming y/n's hole “fuck you make me cum so much.. you're a really good milker” he expressed collecting all the cum with the tip of his cock and then inserting it into the dirty hole as deep as he can “would love if we repeat this again soon” the masked man snickers, while on the other side of the wall y/n fell asleep.

the next morning y/n woke up laying on the basement floor, the masked killer pulled him out of the hole without him realizing it, "what the hell happened last night" the boy wondered while touching his head because of the hangover he was feeling. he stood up and walked towards the basement door to get out of there without noticing the wet patch forming on the back of his pants.

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nishiyako · 10 months

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Spoiled (NSFW)

Paring : RichBf!Denki x Reader

Tags : Denki has a tongue piercing, Cunnulingus, riding, vaginal penetration, creampie, established relationship, ripped fishnets while fucking

Summary : Denki Kaminari, a young man in his 20s and too rich for his age, decides to spoil you, his girlfriend of a few months. After a shopping spree, he takes you back to his penthouse so you can give him the thanks he deserves.

Denki Kaminari was a young man with too much money, so much money that he didn't know what to do with it.

The Young 20-something pro hero is living his best life every night without a dent in his wallet. He knew hero work would make him rich but not this rich.

He had everything he could ever want, penthouse, convertible, and a smoking hot girlfriend. You were Denkis favorite part of his young adulthood.

He loves to spoil you. He'd let you buy any piece of clothing or jewelry for you to feel pretty. He likes to think he's helping.

Shopping sprees would just be him carrying all your bags full of designer clothing as he followed you around like a lost puppy dog.

He'd answer "this or that?" Questions with a smug."Why not both?", and he'd patently wait outside boutiques and lingerie stores and eagerly ask what you got as you hand him back his premium credit card.

Then, after the long day of shopping, you'd ride back to his penthouse in his jet-black Chevrolet Corvette that you told him to buy 3 months ago.

His hand on your exposed thigh as a few fingers slip under the hèm of your tight skirt, violating your innocent image that you put on every time the both of you go out in public.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get home." He whispers in your ear as the traffic light turns red and cars stop, you can't help but giggle at his cocky nature.

Your boyfriend and his antics, though the both of you weren't anything serious, you still were the hottest couple around.

Once you arrived, he didn't waste any time. As soon as the penthouse door locked, he dropped the bags, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.

"Babe, be careful with the bags! There's expensive stuff in there!" You whined, seeing the discarded bags left at the door, "it's fine! I'll buy you new ones." He promised, kissing your cheek.

Laying you down on the satin sheets, watching your thighs rubbing together alredy needy for his cock, but ofcourse he wants to spoil you just a bit more.

He pushed your pencil skirt up to your waist before ripping your fishnets open to expose your black thong that he asked you to wear.

Slipping the fabric to to the side of your puffy folds as he moved his face in between your thighs, peppering your clit with kisses and suckles listening to your sweet little noises.

And it fainaly hit you, the cold freezing sensation of his tongue pricing, the pricing you told him not to get, and now you can't get enough of it.

He was hooked to the sounds you'd make when he'd lap up and down your folds. It was Denkis little addiction.

The wet metal and tongue teased your cute bundle of nerves as you griped desperately at his tacky sheets.

His hands prying open your shakey thighs that were still bound by your lacey fishnets. Silky dress hugging every curve of your body.

He twitched in his stone-washed jeans, cock begging to be acknowledged. Not yet, not while he has you like this.

Your nice legs thrown over his broad shoulders as his peirced tounge played with you, His blonde hair brushing against your abdomen.

He could do this forever if you'd let him, but he didn't want to keep you waiting forever.

His lips fainally parted from your sopping cunt, alredy wet and wanting more. He felt proud at the sight of such a bitch in heat he couldn't wait to stuff that hole of yours.

He kneeled in between your legs, his hands slipping under your arched back, lifting you to unzip your dress as he kissed your neck, leaving bites and hickes from your jaw to your collar bone.

He slipped it off your body, throwing it on the bedroom floor, leaving you in your ripped and ruined fishnets.

Your chest against his, lips intertwined with his as you pawed at his white button up, his hands held you, palms against your bare back.

He parted the kiss as you desperately tried to steal another second, "mm-m." The blonde scolded into the muffled kiss as a 'stop', you whined as he laughed at your desperation.

"Wanna ride me baby?" He asked, Denkis voice was like milk and honey. You were honestly down for anything, so desperate for even a sliver of his attention, you'd do anything.

It's the least you could do after spending that much of his money today.

You nodded, ecstatic. He hugged you, moving you on top of him as he layed on his back, you straddled him, grinding against the harsh denim.

Your hands worked at the buckle, unzipping the jeans as he kicked it off, you lowered the hem of his black underwear, springing out was his eager cock alredy twitching for you.

You slipped it off of him, throwing it wherever.

You looked at him with hooded eyes, waiting patiently for his command like the good girl you are.

Denkis hands placed firmly on your hips as he made you sink onto him. He made you take every single inch inside you.

Your hands against his abs holding yourself up for support, slowly grinding with him inside, letting your insides get used to the stretch of taking him in.

Whines slipped out of your lips as you started to bounce on him, taking your time as you enjoyed the feeling of this kind of intimacy.

Though you both did it almost every night, he made it feel like it was it was your first every time. The way he stole every thought from your pretty head was addictive.

You made him hit that sweet spongey spot over and over again as you desperately fucked him like the bunny slut you are.

Your brain starts to fuzz, feeling lightheaded at the feeling of him hitting that special spot over and over again.

You were just getting started yet you alredy look so fucked out on his cock, eyes rolling back and mouth slightly agape.

You rode him desperately, not even close to your edge, but you couldn't wait to push your limits riding his length.

Denki loved you like this. He loved you regardless of the sex but it was a huge bonus, fainally a girl who can handle him and more.

He loved the way your velvet walls clenched around him everytime he spoke, every sound you make is music to his ears, and the way your tits bounce every time you humped his cock desperately.

If he wasn't so entertained by the veiw, he would've taken out his phone and recorded this by now, have the memory in his pocket. but he knows there's gonna be a lot more nights, equally as entertaining.

So why not live in the moment? Beautiful girl getting off on his cock, couldn't get better.

Your back arched, legs shaking with a knot in your stomach threatening to snap any second, you looked at your boyfriend, his head thrown back, nestled in the pillows as his blonde locks layed out on the cushions.

"You close, babe?" you asked, voice shakey. "Yeah, so fuckin' close," his voice was airy, alredy out of oxygen as you watched his chest showcase his uneven breaths.

You squeezed your eyes shut oblivious to his hands wandering to your waist, passing the fishnets on your skin.

He made you bounce on his cock faster, controlling your pace as your hands held your ankles, keeping you anchored on the bed.

You heard the expensive bedframe creek with every hastey movement you made.

You started to chant out his name in praise, trying your hardest not to cum at every touch he made on your body.

Without a warning, you felt him fill you up, fluids racing down your thighs. Body trembling and calming down with every breath you take. It was pure bliss.

You collapsed, your head resting against his toned chest, body still exposed and connected.

After spoiling you the whole day, it was worth it to wake up to you in the morning.

You wearing his button up, still bair under the fabrics, his arm wrapped around you as the morning sun shined outside of the glass walls.

Only to wake up and spoil you once more.

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dave-me0wstaine · 6 months

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annie..... dave hate sex?!?!? like not to be angst but i think we all know how mentally unstable he was in the mid 90s and i feel like he'd be taking everything out on u and u guys js have the worst fights something him cursing u out and being like "fuck off, you stupid bitch" or smt and u grab him by the hair and u guys are quite literally wrestling eachother on the floor and then the tension hits.........

no because angry sex with dave is so fucking HOT!!! in my mind, dave really and truly tries his best to not get violent or angry with you, because the last thing he wants to do is mimic his father's own drunken behaviors. but one day you piss him off so bad, he's so angry he can't control his mouth. in retrospect, it's probably not anything to really get upset about, but with all the stress he's under with the tour, conflicts within the band, and his own personal issues, he just snaps.

like i imagine you give him attitude as soon as he gets through the door, maybe you're bitching about how late he is or a forgotten date. it's become an issue recently; he's staying longer and longer at the studio or rehearsal and it's making you feel discarded.

but before you can really lay into him, he just kinda shoves you to the side and snaps, "could you just shut the fuck up? for once in your life? i don't wanna deal with your shit right now."

oh my god and this is when all hell breaks lose. blinded by rage, you shove him, maybe hit his back a little as he's trying to walk away from you. but to your shock, dave doesn't simply walk away as he usually does whenever you get a little handsy. instead, he turns on his heel and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head upwards so that you'll look up at him.

"you really are a stubborn bitch, aren't you? are you deaf? stupid? i told you to leave me alone." he says between clenched teeth. it's barely above a whisper, and if you weren't so furious, you'd be scared, terrified even. instead, this only drives you to struggle harder against him, hitting his chest and trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

dave, getting quickly fed up with your admittedly feeble attempts to get out of his grasp, wrestles you to the ground. "do not- quit fucking struggling- do not hit me," he says, struggling against your flying limbs.

as dave wrestles you to the ground, the both of you realize the position you've accidentally found yourselves in. you're flat on your back, while dave, who's in between your legs, is pressing nearly all of his weight on you, his torso bent over and his face extremely close to yours. he's basically gotten you into a mating press, and the sexual tension that had been lingering in the air makes itself known as you feel him grow hard against your heat.

dave's anger quickly melts into lust, and with a crooked smirk on his face, he leans close to your face, saying, "i think i should teach you a little lesson about being so mean, huh sweetheart?"

#is this a little toxic? sure #but is it hot in a fictional sense? absolutely #sage ily <33 #your asks are always 10000/10 #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth smut #megadeth fanfiction #asks

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wjhik · 9 months

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One Time For The Birthday Bitch(Trent Alexander-Arnold)*Smut*

A/N: happy bday to me. (trent edition)

Y/N's POV:

My 25th birthday. It's about damn time. I'm bouncing off the walls right now. My birthday hasn't been the most amazing experience for me. Since I was little, anything that could go wrong went wrong on this day. I have a different feeling about this one. It's my first birthday with Trent. He always makes me feel so special on a daily basis. He took a day off today and has been showering me with affection all day, more than usual might I add. Since I moved to Liverpool for him, he's been giving me all the attention in the world. He knows I sacrificed a lot for him, and he's eternally grateful. Adding onto that sacrifice, I've been really homesick. I moved to a new city and left the little friends I had behind and started a whole new life for him.

Anyways, I'm now sitting at my vanity, getting my hair and makeup done by Gene and Kitty, two ladies Trent has hired for the day. (watched Oppenheimer yesterday these were the first two names I thouhgt of) He doesn't want me to lift a finger on 'my special day', so he calls it. I'm chatting away with the two lovely ladies when Trent walks in the room. "Hey, baby." He gives me a kiss on the head as Kitty walks away to grab a brush or something. "Hey, Trent." I tell him, kissing him. "You look lovely." He says, caressing my back, letting the ladies work. I thank him as he sits down on the bed, flicking through the channels on the T.V. "Soooo, are you going to tell me what were doing tonight?" I ask him. He's been keeping it a secret all week, and it's killing me. "Nope." Hey says contently. I let out some grumbles as he continues denying me.

"Oh my god." I say in shock as the girls show me the complete product. "It looks amazing." I say, getting up to hug and thank them. "You're so welcome, love." They say, hugging back. The girls pack up their tools. I show them to the front door and thank them one last time. I shut the door behind them and sigh heavily. I walk towards the couch where Trent has moved to. I plop down next to him. He extends his arm and allows me to rest in his chest. He looks down at me and says, "Whoa." I look up at him and reply, "Whoa?" With a light laugh. "Just you. Whoa. You look incredible, love." He leans down to kiss my red lips. "Can't wait to ruin you tonight." I immediately feel my cheeks get hot. I hide my face into his chest.

9:00 pm

"We should get going, love." Trent says, lightly squeezing my ass, stopping me from grinding on him any further. We got a little carried away. "Can't we just stay home?" I ask him, kissing on his neck. "I promise, when we get home." He says. I get off him slightly disappointed and walk towards my vanity. I fix my lipstick and hair. I look at myself in the mirror. I feel pretty good right now. I'm wearing a little black and red dress and some black Louboutin heels, decked out in diamonds from head to toe. I see Trent behind me in the reflection. He wraps his arms round my waist and gives me a kiss on my neck.

My shoes were discarded, very carefully might I add, a long time ago. Trent and I have been dancing for ages and I finally decided to go sit down with our friends. Trent flew the all out from my hometown just for my birthday. He said that the last thing he would want was me being lonely on 'my day'. "Looks like you and Trent were having fun." Jocelyn says, raising her eyebrows at me, referring to the very promiscuous dancing Trent and I were doing. "Hey! It's my birthday. Leave me be." I say, slurring my words. I have had about 10 too many drinks. My drunken state is very obvious to everyone. I'm not normally one for partying too hard, but you'll only be 25 once. Might as well live it up. Trent is not nearly as drunk as I am, however he's decided to let loose too.

"Trent!!! Come over here." I say, stumbling over to him sitting at the bar with a few of his boys. I grab his arm and drag him over to where I was. "Wanna try weed??" I ask him, handing him a blunt we were sharing. At this point, I was long gone. "Are you sure? Is it safe?" Trent asks, holding the foreign object. I know he hasn't done it before, but it'll be fun. I'm not going to pressure him though. "Hey. It's fine, but if you don't want to, you don't have to." I try to reassure him silently, but my intoxicated state makes it increasingly difficult. Trent takes the blunt from my hand and takes a hit. He doesn't feel anything so he decides to take another. And another. And one more. "Whoa, whoa! Trent, that's going to hit you hard." Micah says to him. "I can't even feel i- whoaaaa." Trent gets taken back very quickly. "I told you it's good." I tell him, taking another hit myself. At this point Trent is struggling to keep his head straight.

Trent is now at the DJ booth with the DJ singing "7 Days" By Craig Davis. I can't help but blush at Trent singing at me. Now, is this the weed, alcohol, or just Trent? I have no clue, but I'm going to say it's Trent for the sake of him.

Trent and I are back to grinding on each other on the dance floor. We've already cut, ate, and vomited the obnoxiously big cake Trent got me. It helped with our extremely unsober selves, but then we went right back to drinking, so it was relatively pointless. Trent and I are slowly grinding to whatever song is playing. I'm too drunk to even process it. "We should get out of here. You do owe me." I tell him, referring to our almost quickie. Trent simply grabs me and takes us up to our friends. A few of them already leaving. "We're going to get going." I say to them, giggling at Trent, making it unbearably obvious why we were leaving. Trent left me to say his goodbyes to his boys while I grab my belongings.

"Fuck, baby. That feel so fucking good!" I moan out loudly, too drunk to be worried. Trent has me tied up on our bed and he's fucking me silly. He has his hands on my hips, pulling me down every now and then. He also has his phone set up, filming us. Bondage and making a sex tape has been a topic of discussion between us for a while, but Trent was always opposed. He was too worried he's be too rough and hurt me, and that the video may possibly get out. Trent, not only being of his drunken state, but also because it's my birthday, finally agreed.

"Who can make you feel like this, love?" He asks me, pounding even harder. "Only you, Trent. Only you can make me feel like this. Oh, fuck. I love you so much." I start rutting nonsense. I feel my orgasm rush over too quick to warn him. I feel my hips buck up into Trent's dick as I cum around him. Trent finishes inside me before hesitating, but realizing how much I love when he cums in me. He grabs his phone and zooms in on my pussy leaking.

Trent's rubbing some lotion onto my wrists where I was straining against the ropes he had me tied with. "You did so well for me, baby. 'M so proud of you." He tells me, kissing me. He's cleaned me up and wiped off my makeup for me. He's cuddling into me and rubbing my head. I can feel sleep take over me as I close my eyes. "I love you." Is the last thing I hear before I doze off into a slumber.

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 17

chapter 30:

1. nightmare/dream evan: “"Even the best climbers can fall, lover boy."” 😟 i-

2. the reoccurring dream about evan is DEVESTATING AND GUTWRENCHING every. single. time.

3. “"I know what it is to have a best friend—a really good one, in fact—and they tend not to blame you for the things you can't forgive yourself for."” deep breath, deep breath, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

4. 🥰🥰 wolfstar!!

5. ““Any memory you lose, I'll hold onto. Any memory you invent is just—it's real in some other life, how about that?”” DEEP SOBBING

6. 😟 wdym remus is the one in azkaban?? wdym?? WDYM????

7. 😟 james’ reasons for showering six times HURT

8. PANDORA MY BELOVED!!! she’s literally a godsend

9. AWWWW the first person he ever gives a finger/hand kiss to is pandora because he thinks she’s worthy of such respect!! i’m literally gonna cry

10. (pandora smelling like lemons is so canon, fight me)

11. 😒 ew walburga and orion mention

12. one second, reg is like, when we get back home, i need space, the next second, he notices james has his glasses back and goes straight to kissing him. sir 😭😭

13. regulus is trying to push away, but he’s constantly drawn to james like a magnet. it’s going to be a beautiful love whenever regulus is ready to continue with james

14. “"Use me. Have me, then discard me. Hurt me. I don't care, Regulus. You can do anything to me, and I'll thank you for it every time."” FOING FERAL OVER THIS

15. “”A slap across the face is just a hand cradling a cheek with too much force,"” 😧

16. STOP WITH THE GODDAMN PARTING GIFTS!! MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE

17. sirius kissing the inside of the mask so remus will always be kissing him when it’s on. i-

18. i physically am not okay with wolfstar having to part. like, not okay at all.

19. !!!!! demisexual sirius! my buddy! i feel so seen! the way he has handled sex and wanting sex with others and everything about that is so reminiscent of my experiences and it’s wonderful to be seen

20. NOOOO WOLFSTAR!! MY BABIES!!!

21. sirius:memory loss as james:passage of time

22. EFFIE AND MONTY!!! LETS GOOOOO

chapter 31:

1. LILY!!

2. lily being the best to have sex with cause “no one does it like her” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

3. dumbledore is a lying bitch. he told lily that remus was executed. BITCH

4. dorcas >>>>>>>>>

5. 😧 FABIAN AND GIDEON’S DEATH WAS A SACRIFICE MADE BY DUMBLEDORE SO DORCAS COULD LIVE??? HES EVEN MORE CORRUPT THAN PRESIDENT COIN

6. i love how dorcas sees dumbledore as the lesser of two evils (other being riddle) and has never once been deluded enough to think dumbledore was a good guy

7. 😟 biological warfare….

8. oh no. dorlene or dorlily endgame? shit shit shit

9. okay wait, i don’t think it’s gonna be dorlily endgame. (watch these predictions bite me in the ass later)

10. awww lily has a petunia tattoo

11. no no NO NO NO REMUS BUDDY! ARE THEY GONNA EXPERIMENT ON HIM??

12. i- i wasn’t prepared for my favorite character to be PHYSICALLY TORTURED

13. authors note just let me know that it’s not dorlily endgame, and they’re just buddies

#dorcas meadowes #dorcas my beloved #lily mention!!!!!#lily evans #albus dumbledore #remus lupin #demisexual sirius black #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #crimson rivers #sunseeker #starchaser #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood

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q18au8lt2op3idl · 3 months

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A short fic

"Angel Dust &"

Episode 4 was great. I wrote this story with respect and with passion…! (Forgive my poor English translation.)

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"Cut—--!"

—Oh, it should have been the call I've been waiting for, but I'm not happy at all.

Angel Dust thought vaguely.

The males above him got up and moved away. The too bright lights dimmed a little, and Valentino approached Angel, saying good job to the actors. Likewise, don't expect him to say, "Good job.”

"'Hmph, I'd say today's shoot was just about up to par, bitch rad actor. I hope you haven't forgotten that you still have some work to do."

"...... of course, Val."

The voice was scratchy and the speech was a little slurred. He's still on meds, but he thought 'I'll be more comfortable with that.'

"Then open up those loose crotches quickly."

Red eyes peeked out from behind those badass heart sunglasses. There is no way there is a bright red burning affection there, I know, but I can't look away, so Angel opens her legs as she is told, and out of the corner of her eye she sees his fluffy collar coat being tossed away.

The end of hours of work would be capped off in the arms of his master.

—I realize there is no love, no salvation, and yet I cannot escape its poison. I know that there is only my death by your poison.

"...... you're mine, you haven't forgotten, have you, scumbag?"

"...... yes, Valentino ......"

＊＊

The days clinging to Angel are still the same. The only difference is that the bar, which used to be a convenient bed accessory where he only went for a strong drink, has become a much more comfortable place than before.

"...... I don't know whether I want to be bored and discarded earlier or not,...... whether I hate it or love it, which is it really... ..."

　It is late at night in the Hasbin Hotel with the lights dimmed. Only the bar counter still glimmered with a warm light that enveloped Angel. Angel muttered as he plopped down on the counter.

"......hey, aren't you getting drunk too fast?　You're worn out again today, good job."

The owner of the low, eardrum-shaking voice quickly replaced the glass in front of Angel with a pointed nail. A moment ago, it would have contained Angel's favorite pink vodka. Now it must have been replaced with pink peach juice.

Angel opened one eye and saw Husk's fake-looking wings. Husk turned away and wiped his glass as if nothing had happened.

"Every day really sucks."

Then he pressed his cheek against the counter and mumbled.

"But when I see you, I'll probably think you're a little better."

"........... you drunken bastard."

Husk mutters after a pause.

—I'm not drunk, it's just an act you don't like, I'm fooling you.

Angel whispered to himself, covering his face with his arms to hide the smile on his lips.

He hasn't forgotten that night of drinking.

"We're BOTH losers."

"That's fine by me."

"A loser, but just maybe if we

Eat shit together, things will end up differently."

He wasn't even on drugs, but it was a time when he could genuinely say that he was a little high and having fun, not with false emotions.

After a few moments of reverie, Angel lifted his head with a start.

"Do you like me, by any chance?　Hey, I'm drunk......Hey, here's your chance, you can do whatever you want ......."

The reply was a cluck of the tongue.

Angel bowed his head again and got down on the counter.

ーI knew it, let's call this drunken nonsense.

"...... Yeah, you're still a drunk. You wake up and you don't remember anything. ...... You're still drunk enough to say that here. You're still not good enough."

Husk's loud sigh reaches Angel's ears.

"...... but well, you're doing your best. I don't hate that about you."

Husk stroked Angel's hair, enjoying the feel of it, and Angel almost jumped out of his skin, forgetting to pretend to be asleep.

－What is this mushy warmth in my chest, not because I hate that, but because I want to fuck, which is also different.

The party, Husk, gently draped a blanket over Angel's shoulders and began putting the glass away as if nothing had happened.

As he contemplated what to do next, Angel became really sleepy.

He thinks idly that it is not so bad, even though he will probably only be able to sleep for a little while anyway.

－Will there be a happy ending to the dream I am about to see? Surely there will be a happy ending? I don't think it's a waste of time to hope for that now.

Hey, Husk, I wonder if you will come to me in a dream with a happy ending.

That would be nice.

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