#i imagine a lot of them are like girl why would you want to go BACK to hell??? your dad ABANDONED that place!! đđ 0/10 reviews on Yelp!!
the new video made me fhink of reader being the one under anestesia telling the whole time how beautiful matt is and asking him hundred times if he loves her and for kisses and maybe confusing chris for matt and them craking up for how funny she is
im sorry i ramble too much
no bc that would be so funny đđđđ
like, imagine:
"Matt, I love you so much!" Y/N murmured, her sleepy-eyes going to the surgeon beside her and her boyfriend, her arms straight and limp beside her stretched out body above the hospital chair.
Matt smiled genuinely, lifting his right hand and taking hers gently, stroking the soft skin with his thumb, his ears filled with Chris and Nick's low chuckles behind him.
"I love you too, pretty girl. You'll be fine, I promise."
Y/N nodded as quickly as her slow mind could manage, already a little dazed.
"You love me, right? Tell me you love me!" The girl insisted, a confused look settling on her face as she leaned her head against the back of the chair, feeling it heavier than usual.
"Of course I do, baby." Matt responded quickly, a big smile taking up half of his face, enjoying the situation. "I love you lots."
As the anesthesia began to take full effect, Y/N began to become even more disoriented. She looked at Nick and Chris, who were standing next to Matt, and frowned instantly.
"Matt, why are there two more of you here?" She asked confused, trying to lift her head to look at them but to no avail, her eyes only capturing the heads of the brothers.
Nick and Chris exchanged amused looks, a laugh escaping Nick's lips - who was holding the camera with the lens focused on the girl - while Chris curved his spine slightly, laughing so that his face took on a reddish color.
"No, my love, he's Chris." Matt began, his voice dripping with amusement, pointing at the still laughing boy. "This is Nick. And I'm Matt."
Y/N blinked a few times, trying to process the information, her mouth opening slightly as her brow furrowed.
"Oh, right! You're triplets! I love you all so much, you know that? Did you know you look alike a lot?" The girl said as if it were the most hot news in the world before letting out a loud laugh, finding herself funny enough.
As the dentists began the procedure of injecting all the anesthesia into her vein, Y/N tried to focus on taking deep breaths and relaxing, but her thoughts continued to wander to her boyfriend.
"Matt, you're the best boyfriend in the world!" Y/N exclaimed, her voice sounding groggy and quieter than she expected, a sleepy smile spreading across her lips.
Matt chuckled, holding Y/N's hand more firmly as he quickly gave the camera a superior look, feeling the greatest man of all before turning it back to his girlfriend.
"You're also the best girlfriend in the world, honey. What's your word?" The brunette asked, raising his eyes briefly to the monitor screen that showed her heartbeat.
But no response came, Y/N having fallen into a deep sleep in a matter of seconds.
After the procedure was completed and Y/N woke up, she felt herself wandering between moments of lucidity and moments of complete confusion. In an instant, she was declaring her love for Matt; the next, she was asking if Nick wanted pizza for dinner, even though they were still in the operating room.
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Can I get an NSFW alphabet for Tobias Rogers (ticci toby) đ«¶
I've been doing a bigger piece, so I might as well do something smaller like this since it's been a good while since I've posted now. (oops)
I'm basing this less on the fandom vers of him, hopefully.
Didn't proofread this much. (edit: I feel bad that I didn't acknowledge the heart, so <3 of course you can doll)
MINORS DNI
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Toby obviously is one of the more caring of the creepypasta's, of course that's a low bar, but he is considerably more human than some of them. He's still gruff and fairly untalkative after the deed, yet he'd offer some water before leaving if you were just a one-off/ casual fuck.
If you were his partner however, I'd imagine he'd be more caring, still untalkative and unaffectionate, but maybe he'd hold you or hold your hand in this. Of course, he'd blame this on being unable to properly feel what he's holding, but the slow decrease in his twitches as he holds you speaks a lot more than he ever will. He's not comfortable, but he feels slightly less stress in your presence, at least until he has to leave, his mind penetrated by the voice of the foreboding presence of the ever-taller man.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
His own favourite body part would probably be his arms, he was a scrawny kid for most of his life, but you sure would start gaining muscle if you swung your axe at people who you considered worthy of it. There's probably also some scars across his arms that remind him of his life before. Of course, he'd hate that idea, but he still has some attachment to his sister, his mother, no matter how hard he may try to push it out of his head.
For his favourite part of his partners, I feel like it'd most likely be your waist. It's something for him to grab, to hold onto to remember you're real, that you're still alive against his better judgement.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
If you asked for it in a specific place, sure he'd do it if he was in a good mood. On your chest, ass, inside even. He'd risk it, he had nothing to truly lose anyway.
But his favourite place would most likely be on your stomach, just the wet streaks across your stomach would do things for him. He's not sure why either, he wouldn't register that he does that almost every time unless you pointed it out to him.
If you did, he'd probably consider why for a second, his eyes widening in realization before shrugging. "Any better ideas?" he'd mumble, absently listening as he stroked himself. Toby would listen if you told him anywhere else, but⊠his eyes focused on that smooth surface.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He secretly wants to push the boundaries of his condition. He wants your hands around his neck, trying to choke him until it hurt. It was strange really, he had a high pain tolerance, yet he craved this pain. Maybe it was because he wanted to be normal, maybe not. He didn't want to think too hard on it, like many other things he just shrugged at the idea and continued with his life.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
Toby was definitely not an experienced guy, even before the accident where he finally became 'free' (If you could say being slenderman's lackey was free) the most he'd done was hold hands with a girl in primary school.
He wouldn't be insecure with it however, he never viewed himself as a sexual being, the most he'd ever fucked was his fist on particularly rough nights. Sure, he'd had crushes on women, but when you become a serial killer you go one of two ways. A sex maniac or a complete recluse. Unfortunately, Toby became the latter.
However, since he had a less than regular childhood, he was never able to go through the same sexual awakenings as many of his peers. Instead, that most likely came later, so when he met you he was awkward, like a teenage boy. Most of his language is through grumbles and grunts anyway.
When he realized you were stuck in his head it all changed though, his sex drive increased massively. His poor hand.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl probably rocks his world, he loves that intense eye contact that comes with it. The way he looks up at you through his fringe, his mouth slightly open as he pants and grunts, is a reward in itself. However, he would get impatient, his hips thrusting up to meet yours or his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down further on his cock.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
If something was funny to him, then he'd smirk, like if you hid your body from him even though he was about to be deep inside of you.
When he gets further into the activity, he'd let out breathless laughs, sometimes blaming that on his tics. He couldn't help it, though, he loved the way you responded to him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Toby probably doesn't care much about how groomed he is, sometimes he'll shave, but other than that he's got whatever going on.
He has a small happy-trail up to his belly button though, it shows when he raises his axe too high. It's a dark brown colour, just like his hair.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
He's probably not particularly intimate, maybe some words here or there if he feels like it, but don't overestimate him too much. He probably came inside you before he kissed you.
His cheeks pinken slightly whenever you suggest kissing, but he quickly slouches and looks away with an almost childish pout to pretend as though he doesn't care.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Like I said in the earlier one, sure he jacked off every now and again, but it was more so a way to pass the time, to get some serotonin in his ever-pleasant life. But when he gets fixated on something, or rather in your case, someone, his sex drive spikes. He wants you in his hands, in his vice, it frustrates him, so he takes this frustration out on himself.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He's probably degrading, mixed with praise. He's basically up for anything. He's killed someone, I'm sure a weird kink won't kill him.
However, if he does think your kinks are unusual he will take the piss out of you for it, teasing, but he still takes part in it. Its fun.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
Wherever you want, he's not arsed, really. Against a tree sounds the most fun.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
As cheesy as this sounds, you. Maybe some aggression on your side would get him going too, that mouth of yours was lethal sometimes.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn-offs)
Like I said before, he's practically up for anything. He might not be physically aggressive for you too much, though, it'd remind him of his past.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's a munch, if he's in the mood enough, he could probably cum from giving you head. He'd deny that though, God that'd be embarrassing.
Not only that, but he'd receive too, no doubt, Toby would find it fun to just gently tug your head up and down on his cock.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Toby would probably be slow but deep if he's teasing you. But if he's just fucking you, then it'd be fast, his hands pulling you down on his cock with faster speed.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hell yeah brother. Just give him the words, he might tease you for it, but he'd never say no (unless he's in a more depressive mood).
He'd love to fuck you in the back of his car too, or masky's car. Just for the hell of it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He's a risky guy, but surprisingly, he wouldn't do anything that could get him potentially caught by the law. He's on the run for a reason, he's not willing to risk his freedom for a good fuck (sometimes).
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He'd probably like to overstimulate slightly, 2/3 rounds before he's clocked out and completely dry. He'd last an average enough time, 20 minutes normally.
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Seeing your body twitch with something that isn't him would make him jealous. However, a little vibrator never hurt anyone. He'd tease you if you had any dildos or anything, though, asking pettily if he "wasn't enough" or that you were "stretching yourself out" for him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Big tease, but he always fulfils your wants. It may take a while, though.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
The only noise he really makes is grunting and whispers on how dirty you are. He's loud enough that you can hear him, but not loud enough for it to be a full-blown moan.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He does want to see how you'd look crying for him all bloodied up, most likely someone else's blood, but he's not picky. Maybe fucking you on top of a recently deceased.
But he'd never admit that.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
An average to slightly bigger man, About 6.4 inches. Probably measured it one time when he was bored, and he hung onto the .4 for his ego.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not too high unless you exist, thenâŠas much as he can get his hands on you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't sleep much after it, doesn't feel comfortable sleeping in front of others, even someone like you. His nightmares don't help.
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i know weâre all excited for part 4 coming and ofc I donât want you to get overwhelmed but i was wondering if we could have Spencerâs POV?
in one of the scenarios, he stated that he was in falling in love for reader and it has been noticeable that he has gotten laid with more/other women in the past.
i would like to know more about how was spencer as a lover back in that time like how he felt after s*x and stuff, like a flashback or something and how his relationship with reader has changed him, his own perspective. BUT ofc, you donât have to if you donât want to. itâs all good if you choose to ignore this; ily. thanks for always feeding us. we love being your childrenđđ
hi love i actually do have headcanons for dybmn!spenceâs romantic/sexual history and idk if theyâre ever going to fit into that series but iâd be happy to share them here!!
18+ under the cut/season 8 spoilers barely
so basically in my head he loses his virginity to elle greenaway (DUH) and they actually have a little bit of a relationship but the dynamic isnât quite right because sheâs going through all her own shit and at that time of spencerâs life itâs more simple for him. like sheâs his first everything and heâs super in love with her but she is older and more experienced and really cares for him but knows for a lot of reasons that this wide eyed rose tinted view he has of her and their idealized relationship is never going to work out. #ILOVEELLEGREENAWAY but anyway they are never exclusive and in the dybmn universe i think he doesnât necessarily SLEEP w lilah archer but they hook up in that pool beyond just making out mwaha but heâs just a little guy like heâs not CHEATING on elle because theyâre not exclusive but she realizes sheâs way too into him and that actually ends up figuring into why she leaves the BAU like yes itâs everything with her trauma too but thatâs part of it because she knows she canât sustain that relationship and being much older than him sheâs the responsible party so yeah. i also think that time he visits her hotel room was maybe the last time they hooked up
after that i think he kind of develops a pattern of sleeping with women who are older/more experienced than him because heâs just used to being around older people anyway and he feels he can relate to them better and im imagining this is like seasons 2-4 spencer so itâs him and a bunch of hot 30-40 year old women (and probably men) and heâs just like a slut honestly like heâs really easy because he desperately craves affection and validation and iâd say he continues slutting himself out in that way for many seasons, but slowly with people who are more his age, probably until like around season 8 when he meets maeve and then all that shit happens and he kinda is just not into sex or romance for a long while. and i think after that he occasionally will hook up w someone but his main slut era was like seasons 2-6. (it slowed down when his migraines started but did not stop because heâs unstoppable) (he also may have had an actual relationship during this season 7 period in my mind. idk why i just sense there was someone before maeve. no i will not be providing reasoning season 7 spencer just looks like he has a girlfriend)
anyway. the number of bodies that man has is unknown. it may be a number so high we canât conceive of it. heâs a capital doubleyew Whore unfortunately. but heâs rlly reigned it in by the time he meets reader which can be whenever you want but i picture it as being anywhere from season 9-14. and i think by the time he meets her he really is like basically celibate. like he hasnât been with anyone by choice for a long while by the time he meets her. he is a retired slut if you will.
saliently i donât think he ever does anything with jj. that is a purely imaginative thing for him and he lowkey has a madonna whore complex about her. i donât think he was ever really in love with her he just loved the idea of the pretty blonde girl loving him back. but that is a whole other thing. and heâs way over it when he meets reader.
n e way those r just my silly thoughts. like i said i donât think iâm ever gonna fit this into the actual narrative but yeah thatâs what ive been imagining!!
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Let's talk about this.
"The Vanishing of *** Wheeler." - So... Which Wheeler? Mike, Nancy, Holly? I'm leaning towards the last one, but! They all make sense. One can imagine how Vecna, could be after Mike, to at the same time, hurt Will, Al. Or, he could be using Mike as bait to lure them into a trap.
It's also conceivable that Vekna would come after Nancy for revenge because his plan didn't work out as planned, and Nancy, who knew more than anyone, almost killed him at the end of season 4.(But also, it would be as bait for others, a trap to lure them into the Otherworld.)
And the best part. What if it was Holly? Let's look back through all the seasons and realize the fact that she was somehow but connected to the Yznan, she saw a lot of things.
Season 1 - Holly was the one who went to the Byers house to get light bulbs and saw in Demogorgon style (saw somewhere a suggestion that it could even be Vekna, who even then wanted to kidnap her.).
Season 3 - On the Ferris wheel, Holly noticed that the trees were moving and apparently didn't believe her mom that it was the wind. I think Holly sensed something wrong, you know what they say, kids see more than adults.
Season 4 - We're shown that Holly is the first to notice ash from the sky, calling it snow. Once again, she's the first to notice something weird and it's not weird?
I think she's going to play a big role. Holly, Ted's favorite and father, Ted even fell asleep with her in his arms. We're told that Ted and Mike will have some kind of interaction, so why wouldn't it be a conversation like Ted is worried and starts asking Mike what the heck has been going on for years and where is the youngest daughter missing? Also, Holly's disappearance could strengthen the family as everyone will be on the lookout for the girl.
"Escape from Camazotz" - I think this is going to be a clash of the Bylers. We all know that the Bylers will likely have some sort of tension, but we know that they will most likely be Endgame this season. There are rumors and theories that the Bylers will become canon in episode 7. I think this all makes sense since we haven't been given the title of the last two episodes because they could be a huge spoiler.
" Sorcerer." - I can very likely tell you what was going on in Yznanka with him 1983. We'll be shown this with flashbacks that may show Vecna for some purpose, perhaps to get him to his side and show how similar they all are. Also, maybe it will show us that Will has the ability to hear and sense Vecna. Because of that, everyone might be afraid of him, since he can play both sides, or even if it's not him anymore, they might be afraid of him being evil. Mike and Joyce will be reminded of the events of season 2 and assure them that Will is fine.
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haiii
hope ur doing well!
just had a thought i wanted to share
had this idea of princess!tzuyu in a medieval time whose father, the king harshly taxes the land and is generally hated
robin hood esque fem!reader whose a thorn in his side, constsmtly stealing from caravans/taxmen
tzuyu who hates what her father does but cant change his mind about how to rule
one night tzuyu awakens to here a commotion and wanders out in her night gown to see whats going on
finding reader stealing from the family vault and making eye contact, in fear retreating to her chambers but reader is enraptured by txuyu's beauty following her
ends up fucking the girl despite her ptotests saying its wrong, but after all the king has put his people through why shouldnt reader use his daughter as a plaything,
later on tzuyu not being able to stop thinking of how readers hands touched her, fucked her, no longer thinking of males suitors
loved the minjeong and taeyeon ask from earlier, hope ur doing well!
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PLEASE!! i know this is supposed to be more smut but i couldnât help it i just love some backstory!
iâm thinking about all you said and, hear me out, the guards catch you and the poor princess loses nights of her sleep thinking about you and how youâre not so far from her, locked in a cold cell, waiting for your execution⊠and her desire to do something about that. like, can you imagine her sneaking through secret passages late at night to meet you, trying to be quiet because she doesnât want to risk someone seeing her and that getting to her fatherâs ears, and your surprise when she calls your name softly, the confusion on why sheâs there, what does she wants with you.
the thing is that she doesnât really knows what she wants either, mostly look at you, thinking that would soothe her thoughts but in reality it just makes them worse, seeing your face brings back memories of what you did to her and she feels so bad for liking said memories, her head gets so fucked. after the confusion washes away, being really condescending to her, smirking and making sure to look into her eyes to mock her for going after you after all, âdoes your father know youâre here, princess?â and then laughing when she looks away. and all that, she doesnât dare to speak, like, if it werenât for her pleadings for you to not hurt her the first time you would easily think sheâs mute or something because she just stares at you with those big doe eyes :( not that this is a problem, though, you learn how to read her as her visits get more and more frequent.
she turns in such a toy in your hands, stepping closer when you motion for her to do so, leaning into your touch when you hold her face, arms hanging on the side of her body or maybe daring to touch you a bit as your hands roam over her body, but itâs not enough, youâre still locked, bars between you two and you canât do a thing like that, so manipulating her into opening it for you, caressing her cheek, saying how âit would be so much nicer if i was out there, wouldnât it?â and sheâs not stupid, sheâs not, she knows youâre twisting your words and using her to escape but⊠she wants you :( so yeah, she will steal the keys and open the fucking gate.
her holding your arm harshly, thinking youâre just going to run and gasping when you put her against the wall, slipping her nightgown off her shoulders and leaving her bare for anyone who came by to see. i can see her being so desperate and touch starved that your grip on her waist has her melting, pulling your hair while you kiss and mark her neck, not caring what scandal this could bring for her after. squirms a lot when youâre finally fucking her, it still being a foreign sensation, two fingersâ could be three if you were being meaner but itâs not the timeâ going in and out and making this low slick noise that makes her cheeks burn, her clit aching every time your thumb brushes there. moans so loud when she cums it has you freezing, afraid someone heard it. the poor thing probably wouldnât want to let you go, holding you close, a hand sliding down to stop you from taking your fingers away, whining âmoreâ that makes you snicker about how spoiled she is, demanding it from you, not even saying please⊠but you donât really care, too focused on sucking her tits and make her drip on the floor a bit more.
i honestly like to think about running away after, kissing her cheek, not even her mouth, and leaving her there with only the promise of maybe visiting her one night but itâs up to youâŠâŠ maybe she can convince her father of not killing you or decides to run away with you too, who knows. also corruption kink goes brrr!
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OC interview
Thanks to @bloodmoonloveletter here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @illarian-rambling here, and @elsie-writes here!
Last did Wade here.
Doing Jazlyn now because I don't talk about her enough and I'd like to develop her character more!
Are you named after anyone?
âNope. The one and only, girl. I'm just Jazlyn!â
When was the last time you cried?
âOh, pfft! I don't cry. Maybe out of sheer boredom listening to Dr. Ass-ghar ramble on about her rules and how I'm not following them! Like, girl, I can't help that I have fire powers and lit something on fire! That would be like getting mad that Gabe got a little dirty. Oh, and her meetings are the wooorst. Yeah crying for my life in there.â [It was during Ewan's clarinet solo actually]
Do you have kids?
âGirl, what? I'm not even eighteen yet! Close... I'd love kids, honestly. A lot of them! I'd have so much fun with them!â
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
âLook, I know I come across as someone who uses sarcasm, but I'd rather just flat out say what I'm thinking. Why be like âwow that was so rivetingâ when I could say, âthis is the most boring crap I have ever seen in my entire lifeâ? So much easier, no mental hoops. Besides, Ewan is the most oblivious to sarcasm I have ever seen.â
Whatâs the first thing you notice about people?
âTheir confidence level. I can usually tell how someone feels about themselves based on how they stand. Posture is the key, but also what they're doing with their hands.â
Whatâs your eye colour?
âBrown. With some golden flecks when the light hits them right, according to Ewan.â
Scary movies or happy endings?
âEasy, scary movies. This question is stupid - they aren't opposites. However, nothing is more fun than a horror movie. Love getting the blood pumping. Yelling at the characters for being massive dummies is also the best. Horror is the most entertaining to watch with others. Ewan thank the Lord is also a horror enthusiast. We make a habit to have at least one or two horror movie nights a month.â
Any special talents?
âOh, several. I am pretty athletic. Took cheerleading a while back and now I am on my high school basketball team. At first, I wasn't sure I would like basketball - my coach in middle school pulled me aside and recommended it due to my height, but I love it now. I am also getting pretty good at learning archery. Lighting the arrows on fire makes that more exciting. I am also pretty good at martial arts and my pyrokinesis. Working on breathing fire without burning my throat. Thank the Lord I have Wade to heal me so I can try again!â
Where were you born?
âI was born in flippin' Utah. I know--lily white state, you'd never guess. Ewan and I plan to move somewhere else once we can. Can you believe he was born in Alium? That ain't fair.â
Do you have any pets?
âEwan and I plan to one day get a dog. We have been planning on moving in together for a while.â
What sort of sports do you play?
âLike I said, basketball. I would love to learn how to play this Alii fireball sport. It's very similar to basketball, but pyrokinetics pass around fire. That sounds like so much fun, man. Did you know they have to keep a healer at each game because not all pyrokinetics are immune to fire? And the audience can get hit too if they're not careful! This sounds like such a fun sport.â
How tall are you?
âI have finally passed six-foot-three. Alii heights are a blessing and a curse.â
What was your favourite subject in school?
âI hope you tell me PE counts as a subject cause I ain't saying anything else. School sucks, girl. I have gotten detention for the lamest reasons imaginable.â
What is your dream job?
âI would love to be in sales. Something about convincing people to do what I want is inticing. Planning on getting a marketing degree when I go to college next year.â
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It's kind of shocking how Hinata is so commonly characterized as someone who is perfect at making friends and is a 100% extrovert-- which yes, he is, but I think people are forgetting how much anxiety he has and how much of a people pleaser he is. I'm rewatching Haikyuu rn and I'm on S1 E5, and the way Daichi came up to Hinata and his immediate response was "I'll block, I'll set, I'll do whatever you need me to!!" And the way he makes promises he can't keep because he wants people to like him is kind of sad. I doubt he had many friends growing up other than Izumi and Kouji, and was probably bullied for being loud, obnoxious, and a weirdo for playing volleyball with the girls or being so into volleyball. So now he makes promises he can't keep and tries to go above and beyond for the team because he doesn't want them to get rid of him or not take him seriously. Yes, he's good at making friends, but I doubt he knows how or why. He's clearly worried that people are only friends with him out of convenience and his jumping skills; that since they play together, they /have/ to be friends. He just wants to finally be of use to someone; for someone to take him seriously; someone who won't ignore him around other people bc they don't want to be seen with him (silly funny little hc of mine đ„°đ„°) . But that's also why Karasuno is so great, because they really are a family. They love Hinata and are friends with him, and they like him because he's a good person, not because they have to be since they play together, or just because he's skilled and they want to take that from him. And maybe at first, Hinata didn't realize that, since after being ignored and bullied and mocked, he thought the only way someone would possibly want him around was because he could help them win. And since he's so short, of course, taller, older, buffer players would intimidate him because they could easily take advantage of the height difference, so all of his bathroom encounters are NOT helping his anxiety đđđ and the puking??? When hinata threw up on Tanaka?? Everybody is always so focused on Yamaguchi's anxiety that they don't look at or even realize Hinata's anxiety. LITERALLY, THE ENTIRETY OF EP5 IS ABOUT HINATA'S ANXIETY AND PEOPLE PLEASING BEHAVIOR,,, WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABOUT IT???? THE KEY SCENE LIKE 20 MINUTES IN??? (For ref, Daichi, Suga, and Kageyama are talking about Hinatas behavior, and Daichi imagines a scene: He hands Hinata the club room keys, Hinata says he'll take it, Daichi says, "I never told you where to keep it, so I brought it", and Hinata bows repeatedly saying he's sorry (about 6 times)) THAT IS NOT NORMAL!!! And then he's so worried about not doing well because he feels like he needs to make up for everything (his height, his lack of skill, his lack of experience on a team, the incident with Kageyama, etc), AHH HE LITERALLY SAYS, "This isn't like junior high...because I can be replaced! I don't want that. I don't want to be replaced. " BUT NOBODY CARES?? NOT ONE PERSON IN THIS FANDOM (THAT I HAVE SEEN) TALKS ABOUT ANY OF THIS!!! All I ever see is how Hinata has tons of friends and is so popular and is a people magnet, but does anybody ever think that he's probably anxious because those friends might get bored of him and find new friends?? That since Kenma has known Kuroo a lot longer and already doesn't really like people, he might just decide to stop talking to him?? Or that Kageyama might get bored of Hinata and stop hanging out with him outside of volleyball?? Or that Daichi and/or Coach Ukai will one day realize that he isn't really that special, and anyone can jump or run fast, so he gets replaced??? Literally I bet his WORST FEAR is being replaced and forgotten.
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oh i finally realized why the agathos are đąđąđą towards vergil đ€đ»đ¶ïžđł
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: ÌÌâ tropes: fem! reader đ„ minors do not interact đ„ king x concubine đ„ lots of plot with porn đ„ mentions of abuse đ„ mentions of sexual assault đ„ normal form sukuna (sorry yall but next time ill do his big boy one) đ„ he only has eyes for you đ„ you're his darling đ„ he would kill for you đ„ breeding (!!!!) đ„ alternate universe đ„ nsfw đ„ smut
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: ÌÌâ notes: this took a whole WEEK to edit. im so obsessed with this story. it's my favourite thing ive written because i love period movies and dramas and really got to challenge my writing skills to give it more a fantasy-esque element. if you have any requests, donât hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, commentâwhatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.
The diligent hands of Lord Sukuna Ryomenâs palace attendants scrubbed away the grime that clung to every inch of your weary form. There were no traces of tears in your eyes, despite the discomfort of the cleansing process.
Perhaps it was the residue of gratitude for an escape from a foster family who saw fit to barter you away for a pittance to fuel their vices.
The water surrounding you had transformed into a murky haze, carrying away the evidence of your former life's hardships.
Yet, amidst this cleansing ritual, you couldnât shake the puzzling thought of why the guards had singled you out from the other young women within the household. Uraume, the overseer of palace affairs, had arrived alongside them, their presence looming over the proceedings with an air of mystery.
That morning, you were subjected to abuse in front of everyone at the central market, longing for someone to stand up for you. And someone did. They offered you an escape from that hellhole and into a world of luxury.
You werenât going to complain now that you had accepted this new fate of yours.
âYaâ got too many scars, girl,â remarked one of the elderly attendants, gently assisting you out of the steaming bath, her hands wrapping a towel around your shivering form. âOur powders will struggle to conceal âem all. How did yaâ come by such marks?â
âFrom my foster family,â you murmured, gaze fixed upon your toes as if they held the weight of your past. The plush carpet beneath your feet offered a small comfort, a luxury unfamiliar to your upbringing.
Memories of their harsh discipline flooded backâthe blistering gravel underfoot as punishment for daring to voice dissent. It was a brutal introduction to a world where obedience was paramount.
âA wretched lot,â the attendant muttered sympathetically.
Enveloped in a silk robe, she led you into a chamber shared by a cohort of women, a realm far removed from the confines of your previous abode. Here, space was ampleâthe expanse excessive, with beds lining the walls and a high ceiling adorned with a single chandelier.
As you entered, a symphony of pretty faces and inquisitive gazes greeted you. Women of all colours and shapes reclined luxuriously in plain robes, their hair intricately braided or cascading freely down their backs. Conversations paused, curiosity piqued by your arrival, as all eyes turned to welcome you into their midst.
Beneath the weight of their scrutinising stares, you found yourself shrinking. These women, draped in silk and adorned with jewels, were the king's favoured concubines, a fact repeatedly emphasised during your journey to the palace and even in the fragrant confines of the bathhouse.
Every instinct urged you to rebel, to refuse to be just another ornament in the kingâs harem, but you understood the value placed on purity by the monarch.
Unfortunately, your innocence had been cruelly stolen from you by your foster father, leaving you tarnished in body and spirit. Lord Sukuna would have no use for a damaged flower in his garden of perfection.
In truth, you couldnât even imagine an image of his face in your mind. His Lordship remained a mystery to those beyond the palace walls.
âHere yaâ are.â The attendant guided you to your bed. âThat vanity thereâs yours to use.â She gestured toward the communal area by the window, where two other young women were preparing themselves. âOnce your hair dries, one of my girls will assist yaâ in preparinâ for your audience with His Lordship.â Her touch was gentle as she caressed your cheek. âRest assured, dear, yaâ safe now.â
You attempted a smile, though the effort seemed Herculean amidst your weariness.
As the attendant departed, her scolding to the rowdy girls fading into the background, you nestled into the comforting embrace of your soft bedding, ignoring the hushed criticisms trailing in your wake.
Sheâs feeble.
Her hair lacks refinement.
The king would never entertain a lowly pauper.
Sheâll be gone by tomorrow.
Their words, like venomous serpents, slithered through the air.
Amidst their degradation, you succumbed to exhaustion.
But your slumber was interrupted by the bustling commotion of handmaidens assembling around you.
Disoriented and scarcely given a moment to collect your thoughts, you found yourself swiftly escorted to the vanity, where the clamour of girls jostling for space filled the air.
They manipulated your locks, weaving intricate patterns into your hair, fashioning a crown braid atop your head while allowing the remaining tresses to cascade freely down your back.
Meanwhile, other attendants removed your robe, their hands moving with practised efficiency as they anointed your skin with fragrant oils, infusing it with the delicate essence of lavender.
Between the flurry of activity, the whispers of your fellow concubines hung in the air like a veil of awe and trepidation. Their eyes were drawn to the scars marring your skin, as they speculated about how the king would perceive your imperfections as repulsive.
Good.
You craved precisely that outcome.
If the king recoiled at your sight, it meant he wouldnât desire you to bear his heir. If the tales circulating in the town about his monstrous nature held any truth, then heâd likely offer you death as a reprieveâand youâd welcome it with open arms.
Before facing the king, you stole a glance at your reflection, the final moments of solitude before your fate was decided. The powder concealed the imperfections of your skin, rendering it smooth and flawless. Your cheeks and lips bore a muted hue reminiscent of crushed cherries. Delicate white blossoms adorned your hair, woven into your braids by nimble fingers.
As you stood, the other women adorned you in a robe of silky fabric, its floral pattern draping over your form, cinched at the waist to accentuate your curves. Barefoot, you followed them out, the chill of the floor beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of anticipation and trepidation swirling within you.
âGood luck, pauper,â taunted one of the concubines, her voice dripping with disdain, echoed by a cacophony of mocking laughter.
Palms clammy with nerves, you shifted your gaze to the opulence of the palace corridors. Adorned with countless chandeliers and swathes of velvet drapery, they offered a stark contrast to the blooming back garden. Memories of tending to the earth and nurturing life back at your foster familyâs home flooded your mind.
âQuickly now,â one of the maids urged, her voice tinged with urgency. âHis Lordship detests tardiness.â
âI apologise.â You hastened your steps to keep pace with the group of attendants.
She halted before a grand set of double doors, guarded by imposing sentinels clad in formidable armour. With a flick of her wrist, the guards swung the doors open. She gently nudged you forward, and only as you crossed the threshold did the doors seal shut behind you.
You blinked, adjusting to the dimness within, scanning the chamber until your gaze alighted upon a pair of crimson glimmers opposite you. âMy Lord?â You inclined your head and took hesitant steps toward the source of those fiery eyes.
âCome closer,â his command echoed through the chamber, sending a shiver down your spine. The low resonance of His Highness Sukuna Ryomenâs voice was unexpectedly rich and velvety. You had envisioned a voice tinged with age, but instead, it possessed a rough texture that awoken something within you.
With hesitant steps, you approached until you stood at the edge of his bed, your fingertips grazing the diaphanous curtains that enveloped him in a cocoon of privacy.
âCloser,â he urged, coaxing you to unveil the enigma lying beyond the veil.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you obeyed, parting the curtains and gracefully crawled onto the mattress. The silkiness of the sheets were a blatant contrast to the roughness of your foster houseâs. A pang of guilt tugged at your conscience as you realized the irony of finding solace in this luxurious confinement of being his concubine.
âEnough.â His abrupt order halted your thoughts, drawing your attention back to the present moment.
As commanded, you obediently settled into your posture, folding your legs beneath you in the dimness. Within his shadowed realm, only the luminous crimson irises pierced through the gloom, studying you with an intensity that made your belly churn. Despite the curiosity burning within you, you restrained the impulse to voice your questions. Instead, you settled in the tranquillity that crowded the space between you.
âWhat is your name?â His inquiry cut through the hushed air.
âY/N, my Lord.â
As your name slipped from your lips, he captured it delicately, repeating it like a sacred prayer. Each syllable danced on his tongue, imprinting itself upon the very essence of his being. In that moment, you observed a subtle shiftâthe shadows that had cloaked the chamber seemed to dissipate.
A soft, golden luminescence filtered through the parted curtains, cascading across half of Sukunaâs face.
You blinked in astonishment.
He appeared . . . young?
The age difference between you and him was not a chasm of decades, but rather a modest gap of no less than five years.
Physically, at least.
His appearance was striking, with locks of hair dyed a subdued pink hue, contrasting with a streak of darker shade beneath. His hair was styled into rugged spikes, lending an air of defiance. Intricate black markings adorned his features, tracing a path from his cheekbones down to his chin, while similar patterns wove across his strong shoulder, cascading over his defined pectoral muscles and sculpted abdomen.
As your eyes fell upon him, your heart quickened its pace, each beat a vicious drumming against your ribs. Gone was the expectation of a lord showing the signs of wisdom, with wrinkles upon his brow and a body marked by the passage of time. Instead, before you stood a vision of breathtaking beauty, defying your preconceived notions and leaving you breathless in awe.
With a graceful gesture, he swept aside the curtains, allowing them to unveil his entirety.
The same markings mirrored the other side of his face and cascaded down the length of his body, a mesmerising display of symmetry. Dark bands encircled his wrists, and his nails bore the same deep hue.
Poised against the headboard, he reclined with an air of effortless elegance, one knee raised as his elbow found a comfortable perch, while the other leg extended out. Though he was unclothed, a veil of silk sheets cloaked the lower half of his form.
âRemarkable,â you unknowingly whispered. Your hand clapped over your mouth. âI apologise, my Lord.â
Sukunaâs lips curved into a sinister grin, his flawless teeth gleaming in the golden light. While many would flee at the sight, you remained rooted in place, unable to tear your gaze away. A delicate flush spread across your cheeks, betraying the undeniable attraction simmering between your legs. He was absolutely divine, and the path of being his concubine suddenly didnât seem so terrible.
Yet, the reality of sharing Sukuna with ten other women loomed over your thoughts like a shadow. The thought of him spreading his affections among so many others kindled a small flame of jealousy within you, mingled with confusion. Why hadnât he impregnated at least one of them with the promise of an heir?
âHave you not been schooled in the art of lowering your gaze in the presence of nobility, Y/N?â
Your lashes fluttered as you registered your lapse in decorum, hastily averting your gaze. âForgive me, my Lord, if my oversight has caused offence.â Surely, he wouldnât punish you for a momentary lapse of admiration.
Would he?
A gentle touch beneath your chin guided your face upward. His fingers spread across your cheek, the warmth nearly forcing you to curve into his touch. Despite the temptation, your eyes remained obediently downward.
âLook at me.â
Your gaze lingered on him, tracing the delicate patterns etched over his cheek, the fiery hue of his irises, the elegant contour of his nose, and the soft curvature of his lips. Never before had you felt such a rousing desire towards any man. Yet fate had chosen to ensnare your heart with the one most forbidden to you.
âYou bear a sadness that weighs heavily in your eyes,â he noted softly, his hand descending to the curve of your neck, his thumb caressing the frantic rhythm of your pulse. A low, melodic sound produced from his throat. âTell me, my love, does the face before you stir fear within your heart?â
âIt does not, my Lord. The fear of your appearance holds no dominion over me,â you declared with quiet resolve. âYouâre quite . . . beautiful.â
Sukunaâs gaze sparked with a mixture of surprise and intrigue at your response.
Suppressing a nervous gulp, you silently reprimanded yourself for speaking so boldly to one of noble rank. Back in the confines of your former life, such defiance would have earned you swift punishment, yet here, in the presence of royalty, it could lead to your demise.
As you prepared to avert your gaze, ready to accept whatever consequences may come, Sukunaâs voice cut through the tense air before you could retreat.
âDonât.â
In that moment, you found yourself questioning your instincts.
Why did you not cower in fear? Why did your body not tremble in the presence of a man who had slaughtered the lives of his enemies without hesitation? And most perplexing of all, how could you maintain unwavering eye contact with a figure of such formidable power?
âRemove your robe.â His grip remained firm around your throat, his thumb delicately tracing your pulse. âAnd do not stray your gaze elsewhere.â
âYes, my Lord.â Your fingers loosened the fabricâs bindings, allowing it to cascade down your frame. The robe slipped from your shoulders, revealing the soft curvature of your form beneath. As it pooled around your lap, your breasts stood exposed to his scrutiny.
A shiver danced across your skin as his eyes traced the contours of your body, a faint smirk teasing his lips.
He brushed back strands of your hair, his touch trailing down your vertebrate. His eyes narrowed into thin slits, brows knitted together in contemplation, fingers repeatedly tracing the ridges of your scars.
âTurn around.â
The dreaded discovery that sent ripples of revulsion through the concubines had finally come to pass. Your scars lay exposed before the gaze of a powerful lord. Not only would he slit your throat, but also those of the maids who had tended to your needs, and perhaps even Uruame, who had brokered your purchase from the bastards responsible for your imperfections.
âNever before have I been compelled to repeat myself for a concubine.â His voice carried a lethal edge as he increased his grip around your throat. âTurn the fuck around.â
Your compliance came in slow, measured movements as you turned away, presenting your back to him in a gesture of submission. His hands gathered the strands of your hair, lifting them aside to reveal the raw truth etched into your skin. His fingers traced the jagged remnants of whip lashes, the seared imprints of cigars, and the cruel reminders of knife wounds inflicted by a foster father turned tormentor.
Silent tears traced a path down your cheeks, as you sat in a state of numbness, your gaze fixed upon the closed door of Sukunaâs chamber.
A tender sensation, soft and moist, grazed your back, prompting a reflexive twitch in your left shoulder.
Turning slightly, you beheld Sukuna pressing his lips against the scar that marred your shoulder blades.
âMy Lordââ
âI did not ask you to speak,â he murmured over your skin, sending a tremor through your frame. âRise onto your knees.â
Obeying his command, you ascended onto your knees, feeling the weight of his hands settle upon your waist. His lips trailed a path of reverence, bestowing kisses upon each mark that scarred your skin, from your marrow to your nape.
Your breath caught in a delicate dance of exhales, a whispered symphony escaping your parted lips. The wet caress of his tongue sent ripples of sensation coursing through your being.
His arm circled your waist, drawing you into the sanctuary of his embrace. A fleeting kiss graced the nape of your neck, followed by the suction of his lips upon the tender side of your neck. His soft hands possessively held the curve of your breasts, cradling their weight.
Your head reclined against his strong shoulder.
With his gaze fixed upon you, his lips glistened with a hint of moisture, while his crimson eyes locked onto your own human-like ones. You dared not divert your gaze as he previously ordered. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, sending lightning strikes through your frame.
Unlike the non-consensual encounter of the past, there was no hint of agony; only a tantalising blend of pleasure that left you breathless, without a protest or helpless whimper. Instead, a sigh of pure rapture escaped your lips, encompassing your body in an embrace.
Sukunaâs gaze narrowed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as if he had stumbled upon a long-sought treasure.
His fingertips skated down your torso, gliding toward your centre. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth. Holding his gaze became a daunting challenge as he skillfully teased your sensitive nub, causing your breath to quicken and your chest to rise and fall with each exhilarating sensation.
Sukuna slid his middle finger into you. âYouâre incredibly tight, Sad Eyes,â he murmured, the endearment he had bestowed upon you almost provoking a smile. His lips grazed your ear as he continued. âPerhaps I should stretch you outââhe pushed in his ring finger, forcing a sharp gasp to tear from your throat and an involuntary arch of your body against his chestââso that your cunt is able to welcome my cock.â
You stifled the knot rising in your throat as Sukuna plunged his fingers into you. Such profound bliss seemed inconceivable with mere digits alone.
âMy Lord.â Your breath caught as he increased his tempo. âMyââ Each thrust intensified the knot in your stomach, threatening to unravel you entirely. You teetered on the brink, dangerously close to staining his fingers with your release. A sharp gasp choked out of you as he struck a wondrous chord deep within. âPlease, my Lord. I beg of youâI will soil your hand if you persistââ But your plea dissolved into a cry of ecstasy before you could utter another word.
Sukunaâs laughter danced teasingly in the hollow of your ear, leaving you utterly spellbound.
You were overheated, overstimulated, overridden by the explosive undoing of his fingers. Breathless and consumed by lust, your world spun as he seized your jaw and crushed his lips to yours.
In that electrifying moment, his tongue invaded your mouth, initially startling you, yet you surrendered to the rhythm.
Sukuna leaned back slightly after planting a tender peck on your lips. Exhaling softly, he threaded his fingers through your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As his lips met yours once more, gentler this time, your hand ventured to trace the contours of his adorned chest.
âYou are quite the vixen.â A playful glint danced in his eyes. âHow valiant of you to seduce a lord into bestowing kisses upon his concubine.â A broad smile graced his lips, leaving you uncertain whether his words were playful jest or genuine admiration.
âDo you not bestow your kisses upon all your concubines, my Lord?â
âI do not pleasure their cunts, either.â
His speech carried the brashness of a tempest, a departure from the expected decorum one associated with royalty. Sukuna Ryomen defied conventions. It was a trait uncommon among lords, yet one that intrigued you deeply. His demeanour, both in battle and in the intimate confines of the bedchamber, lacked the softening. But you found yourself drawn to his unfiltered honesty, appreciating the absence of cryptic speech.
As you sat before him, considering your next words carefully, a surge of courage emboldened you to reveal your truth.
âMy Lord,â you began, your voice quivering with uncertainty, âI . . . I am not pure.â
âGiven the sounds you were drawing out,â he quipped with a chuckle, âI wouldnât have surmised otherwise.â He assisted you in rising from where you rested against his chest, positioning you before him. Observing your solemn expression, he arched an eyebrow in curiosity. âWas your satisfaction not fulfilled?â
âIndeed, my Lord, it surpassed any expectation,â you confessed, worrying your lip as he sighed impatiently. âBut I must disclose . . . I am not chaste.â
Sukunaâs response was subdued, save for the faint twitch in his jaw. He averted his gaze from yours momentarily, reaching for the decanter on his bedside table and pouring himself a measure of spirits.
âSpeak,â he instructed, his tone clipped.
âIt occurred before I reached maturity,â you murmured softly, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself. âMy foster fatherââ Your words faltered as Sukuna raised a hand, a silent acknowledgment of his comprehension of your unspoken anguish.
âI need not hear more.â He swiftly consumed the crimson liquid in a single gulp. âYou are dismissed for the night.â
âBut my Lordâs desires remain unmetââ
âLeave,â he commanded, his tone final and unwavering.
With a gulp, you hastily gathered your robe around your form, delicately extricating yourself from his expansive bed.
Just as you thought to retreat, a firm hand seized your wrist, drawing you back into Sukunaâs embrace. His lips melded with yours in an intoxicating kiss, causing both your gazes to flutter open when he pulled away. A faint smirk played upon his lips as he adjusted the robe over your shoulder.
âNext time,â he murmured, plucking a flower from the adornments in your hair and placing it upon his bedside, âyou shall grace my chambers without such distracting embellishments upon yourself.â
âAs you wish, my Lord,â you replied with a respectful bow of your head, awaiting his dismissal until he gestured for you to depart with a casual wave of his hand.
In the shared chambers, your fellow concubines swirled around your bed, eager to hear of your inaugural encounter with Lord Sukuna.
Each girl shared their own vivid tales, painting scenes of ecstasy under the cloak of darkness, where the kingâs touch invoked sensations akin to celestial bodies colliding, or where unfamiliar pleasures erased the boundaries of their throatâwhatever that latter entailed.
Though a twinge of jealousy flickered within you, it was swiftly overshadowed by a swell of pride. The concubines pleasured Sukuna in darkness, the same darkness you had willingly entered, before his touch had set ablaze a world of gold for you.
They were merely beautiful means of physical gratification for their lord, devoid of the intimacy you sharedâhis fingers delving deep into your core. And never had any of them spoken of kisses exchanged. Sukuna had spoken true when you questioned if others received similar treatment.
But why you?
Why, after a mere span of ten hours within the palace walls, did you find yourself, dare you entertain the notion, as his favoured? What magic did you possess that drew him to you, and how had you managed to seduce his lips, his fingers, to meet yours in such an intimate embrace?
âDid he spend himself inside you?â one of the girls whispered, prodding your knee to rouse you from your silence.
âNo.â
âAye, he never does,â remarked a golden-haired girl with a resigned sigh. âHe sees to it that we consume some berries afterward, claiming they prevent conception. Strange, isnât it? Especially if heâs so eager for an heir.â
Another girl hushed her, leaning in with a conspiratorial tone. âDid he take you from behind? Thatâs his favoured position, you know. Heâs had us all that way.â
You stumbled over your words, unsure how to respond.
âAnd did you savour his taste?â came the next question. âItâs quite rich in sodiumââ
âGirls!â A booming voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, startling you and the other concubines into immediate attention. You caught sight of the elderly attendant who oversaw your care, hands planted firmly on her hips as she observed the chaotic scene before her.
With a disapproving huff, she pivoted sharply on her heel and departed, leaving a lingering sense of reprimand in her wake.
As the frenzied chatter about Sukunaâs body attributes gradually dissolved into the quietude of sleep, morning arrived with its routine of communal showerings.
Throughout the shared bath, you silently scrubbed away the remnants of the night, indulging your fellow concubines about your previous life in town.
Upon drying off and exiting the bathing chamber, you were met with an unexpected sight: a gathering of the girls clustered around your bed.
Navigating through the throng, you reached your space to discover a resplendent scarlet silk robe embroidered with intricate black floral patterns.
Gingerly lifting the note placed atop the fabric, you read Sukunaâs precise handwriting. Curious glances from the other concubines peered over your shoulders in anticipation.
No distracting embellishments, Sad Eyes.
âWhat does that mean?â a curious whisper floated through the air, followed by murmurs of intrigue from the other girls. âWhy does he call you âsad eyesâ?â
You clutched the letter to your chest, suppressing a grin as you ignored the questions, the mockery, and the jostling of bodies around you. Your attention was fixated on the magnificent robe gifted to you by His Lordship.
For the remainder of the evening, you slept without any interruptions, seeking to compensate for the countless nights spent battling insomnia within the confines of your foster home.
You observed with a keen eye that none of the other girls were ushered to Sukunaâs chambers; their time seemed to veer toward strolls in the back garden or spent in the dormitory, indulging in wine-fueled scandals about the palace staff, as was their custom.
As the clock struck eight in the evening, a troupe of maids entered the chamber bearing dinner trays. A wave of anticipation swept through the room as the other girls eagerly accepted their meals and accompanying pitchers of water. Your own stomach rumbled in hunger, awaiting your own turn.
But that moment never arrived.
Instead, the maid bypassed your bed entirely, moving on to the next. A surge of apprehension rippled through you as a handmaiden approached, guiding you away from the mattress and toward the vanity.
âWhat about my dinner?â you asked as the attendants groomed your hair.
âHis Lordship has extended an invitation for you to dine with him tonight,â came the reply.
The room fell into a sudden hush.
Dine with him?
The notion sent a flurry of thoughts racing through your mind.
Before you could process further, you found yourself pulled upright, your garments removed to be replaced by the scarlet robe.
Envy flickered in the eyes of the other concubines as they observed, their resentment palpable as they stabbed at their food with exaggerated aggression. It wasnât your doing that Sukuna had taken an unexpected interest in you.
With no adornments save for a dab of crushed cherry paste upon your lips, you were escorted to Sukunaâs chambers.
Once more, the imposing doors swung open, and you found yourself gently ushered into the chamber. As they sealed shut behind you, the room was flooded with light. Sukunaâs figure stared out at the moonlit gardens outside, clad in a billowing white silk robe.
âMy Lord,â you greeted respectfully, inclining your head in deference.
âDraw near.â
Complying with his directive, you approached and stood at his side. His presence loomed over you, his stature commanding and formidable, capable of engulfing you entirely with a single embrace. Not that such thoughts dared to linger in your mind.
âWhy is your face flushed?â he asked, his gaze penetrating.
You blinked, attempting to dismiss the telltale warmth creeping up your cheeks. âItâs nothing, my Loââ
Before you could finish, Sukuna turned your chin towards him, his palm coming to rest against your forehead. A nervous swallow traced its way down your throat at his touch, his eyes trailing down your form, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as they settled upon you in your robe.
âThank you for your gracious gift,â you murmured, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks.
His fingers trailed through your hair, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes. âI anticipate nothing less than thoroughly enjoying the privilege of removing it off of you.â
You blushed deeper at his statement.
âCome now. Iâve brought a surprise for you.â He took your hand in his with a tug, guiding you towards a doorway. With a simple flick of his fingers, the door parted, revealing a dimly lit hallway beyond.
Your gaze widened in astonishment. âHow did you do that, my Lord?â
âDo what?â
âYou opened the door without laying a hand on it.â
Sukunaâs striking blood-coloured eyes cut to you. âThere is much about me that will be unveiled in due course, my love. What you perceive is but a guise for my true nature.â His smile, oddly childlike, sent a chill down your spine.
Was he some sort of sorcerer? Youâd only heard whispers of human anomalies lurking beneath the earthâs surface or sealed within vessels, but historical accounts weren't exactly your cup of tea.
âI ventured into town today,â he said.
âOh.â You swallowed hard, recovering from his previous statement. âI hope it was a fruitful trip.â
âIndeed, quite fruitful.â
In the soft glow of the distant hallway, Sukunaâs face came into view, casting a spell of trepidation upon your heart. His features were drawn into a mask of stoicism, his eyes devoid of warmth, and his lips pressed into a firm line, jaw rigid with tension.
Parting the curtains, Sukuna drew you near, his arm sweeping out to reveal a horrifying sight: your foster father, bound to a chair with chains, bearing the cruel marks of torture.
His face marred by countless wounds, an eye cruelly absent, and teeth scattered at his feet. His dignity stripped away, his vulnerability laid bare in his nakedness, and his manhood amputated.
The sickening lurch in your stomach threatened to betray your composure. âF-Forgive my intrusion, my Lord, but is he . . . is he dead?â
Sukunaâs response was a gilded dagger from within his robe, its handle decorated with a jewel reminiscent of your own captivating eyes. Nestled within the hilt was the very flower he had plucked from your hair. Upon the blade, your name was inscribed.
âDo as you wish, my beloved,â he whispered, his voice stained with dark fascination, offering you the instrument of your foster fatherâs fate with a chilling sense of detachment.
You couldnât possibly bring yourself to commit such a heinous act.
Despite the unspeakable cruelties inflicted upon you by the bastard, the idea of taking anotherâs life filled you with a trembling dread.
Yet, the itch to end the torment, to rid the world of such a vile presence, simmered just beneath the surface as you stood before him, his life slipping away.
A hand trailed down the back of your head, guiding your trembling fingers to grasp the dagger tightly.
Looking up, you met Sukunaâs gaze, his expression hollow, his features obscured by shadows. This was the face of the Devil that cursed his enemies on their knees and had them willingly submit to death.
With a push from behind, you stumbled forward, drawing closer to your step-fatherâs prone form.
Glancing back at Sukuna, you were met with an incongruously bright smile. Quite a twisted paradox, His Lordship.
Your step-father sat unconscious, the stench of his bodily fluids assaulting your senses. His wounds oozed with a sickening mixture of blood and pus, his laboured breaths the only indication of life remaining within him. The scene was painfully familiar, a mirror image of the torment you had endured countless times before.
But now, someone had intervened, offering you a chance at liberation, a chance to end the cycle of abuse once and for all.
You glanced back again.
Until Sukuna.
Your gaze reluctantly returned to the true embodiment of cruelty before you. With a steady hand, you raised your arm, wielding the dagger with purpose.
It found its mark in your foster-fatherâs chest, a chilling silence punctuated only by the sound of steel meeting flesh. Ignoring the strangled cry that erupted from him, you withdrew the blade, then drove it back into his heart.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
His lifeblood painted your face and stained your pristine garments, mingling with the fabric in a macabre dance of crimson. To the untrained eye, it could easily be mistaken for a mere splash of vibrant colour upon your robe.
No one would dare suspect the truth.
No one would dare come near if they knew of your sin.
No one, except Sukuna.
Once the monster over your bed was consigned to the depths of hell, his guts spilling onto the floor around your bare feet, you allowed yourself a moment of grim satisfaction.
With a contemptuous snarl, you spat upon him, a visceral response to the years of degradation he had inflicted upon you for every misstep.
A comforting warmth touched your back.
Startled by the sudden contact, you tensed before easing at the sight of Sukunaâs faint smile.
As he reached to caress your cheek, you instinctively recoiled, lowering your gaze in deference.
âForgive me, my Lord,â you murmured, âbut I cannot permit you to spoil your hands with the blood of this man.â
Sukunaâs shoes entered your line of sight as he tilted your chin upward, his moon-white sleeve wiping away the traces of blood from your mouth and its vicinity. âYou appear rather exquisite painted in blood, Sad Eyes. Perhaps I ought to designate you as my prized assassin instead of a mere concubine.â
âI beg your pardon, my Lord, but I cannot partake in killing . . . again.â
âYou need not worry,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he drew near. âI will defend you from any who cast their gaze upon you, let alone lay a hand upon your delicate form. Those who dare cross that line will face my wrath, their very existence extinguished before your eyes. Not a single tear shall stain your cheeks.â His lips brushed against yours. âFrom this moment forward, fear shall not reside within you. By my side, you shall command fear itself, my love.â
That night, Sukuna bathed you in the sanctuary of his chambers, washing away the traces of blood from your skin as you gazed at him with a sense of wonder. It wasnât the superficial admiration the other concubines whispered aboutâit was a profound affection blossoming within you, nurtured by power and protection.
He draped you in the luxurious folds of one of his silk robes, summoning servants to prepare dinner. Seated upon his lap, he fed you spoonfuls of rice and chicken, even as your stomach protested its fullness. Soft kisses peppered your neck like a sweet dessert, culminating in one upon your lips before he reluctantly released you to retire to your dormitory.
In the ensuing weeks, Sukuna would consistently send a crafted robe ahead of each meetingâin the serene seclusion of his chambers, where the flickering candlelight cast shadows upon the walls as you dined together.
Over the course of these intimate dinners, he eagerly absorbed your musings, whether they revolved around the narratives of books discovered within the palace library or your adeptness with herbs and plants, nurtured by your profound knowledge.
On occasion, as the first light of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Sukuna would summon you for a stroll in the haven of the back garden. Woven between the fragrant blooms, youâd dance about with childlike enthusiasm, identifying various flowers and tracing their lineage.
Ever the attentive listener, Sukuna trailed behind you, his gaze fixed upon your animated figure. He would only speak when you fell silent, demanding you to continue sharing the familial ties between apples, plums, and the roses they stemmed from.
Within the crevice of your soul, the once withered garden of affection had flourished into a lush wilderness, blossoming with untamed wildflowers and clouds that spelled out his name.
Sukuna inhabited your every waking thought, his intoxicating mouth that worshipped your body left you giggling in delight behind your hands.
Yet, each encounter with a fellow concubine, flushed and eager with tales of their rendezvous with him, felt like thorns piercing your tender heart. Jealousy, like ivy creeping upon stone, entwined itself around your every plagued thought. Your gaze often strayed to the bedside drawer where the dagger lay dormant. The mere mention of his physique by the other women tormented your soul relentlessly.
Why hadnât Sukuna taken you as he had with every other concubine? You had grown accustomed to his presence, even eager to reciprocate the pleasure he gifted you every evening. You had offered yourself willingly, aching for the intimacy that would bind you even closer to him. But he had not claimed you in the same manner, not entered you fully, not seeded his legacy within you.
Did he question your worthiness? Did he see you merely as a transient pleasure? Were you destined to remain just a concubine, forever denied the honour of carrying his child?
âWhy do you remain silent?â Sukuna asked, turning the pages of the book you had suggested to him; he was already half-way through.
You were seated snugly between his legs upon the bed, your back rested against his chest, fingers idly toying with the strands of your hair. âI find myself devoid of words this evening.â
âHmm.â Sukuna took a leisurely sip of his drink before placing it aside. âSurely you can conjure something. You know well enough that I cannot endure your silence.â
With an exasperated sigh, you rolled your eyes. âWell, I apologise for failing to provide you with amusement, my Lord.â
Sukuna snapped the book shut.
You instinctively pressed your lips together, silently chiding yourself for the unintended sharpness in your voice.
With a heavy sigh, you resigned yourself to maintaining your composure, forcing yourself to take slow, steady breaths. Deep down, you believed that he wouldnât inflict harm upon you or cast you out of his chambers. But the nagging thought chewed at you.
This was Sukuna Ryomen, and you . . . well, you were merely a shadow in comparison.
âIf you crave my touch,â he breathed softly into your ear, âall you need to do is utter the request.â
With a determined resolve, you turned to face him, settling yourself upon his lap. Sukuna regarded you with a quirked eyebrow, a quiet acknowledgment of your unconventional audacity.
âI do crave your touch, my Lord,â you confessed, your voice a hushed plea, âbut not only with your hands or lips. I long to feel you in a different manner.â Your gaze drifted down to his pelvis, the unspoken appetite evident in your eyes. âI crave that.â
Sukuna exhaled heavily, his gaze piercing as he addressed you. âSo, youâve been withholding your words simply because I havenât fed you my cock?"
Heat rose to your cheeks at his blunt proclamation, though you had grown accustomed to his coarse mannerisms over time.
âYes, my . . . Lord.â Your voice carried a mixture of embarrassment. âIâve endured three long months of anticipation, patiently waiting to share in the pleasures enjoyed by your other consorts. Yet, with the arrival of autumn, I find myself still untouched by the experiences they so openly boast about.â
His lips curled into a smirk. âAre you asking me to bed you merely for the purpose of becoming a notch in your bragging rights?â
âNever, my Lord!â you protested vehemently, a hint of hurt flickering in your eyes. âI would never demean you with such vulgar talk in public. Iâve spun tales to the others, concealing the truth of our encounters. They remain oblivious to the pleasures youâve granted me.â Your fingers traced the intricate markings on his chiselled abdominal muscles. âIf my spoiled state displeases you, if I am deemed unworthy of your touch, pray, inform me now. Regardless, my sole wish is to fulfil His Lordshipâs needs.â
Sukuna disentangled your hands from his chest, a gesture that caused a fissure to form within your heart, forcing your body to instinctively withdraw from his touch.
Just as you began to pull away, he swiftly encircled his arm around your waist, tugging you back onto his lap with a firm grip. Before you could utter a single word, his lips descended upon yours, silencing any protest with a passionate kiss.
With a purposeful touch, he skillfully divested you of your robe, revealing the curves of your form beneath. His hands, warm and adept, began to massage your supple breasts, kindling soft gasps from your lips. His own trailed a wet path downward, leaving a bridge of feverish kisses along the expanse of your throat, lingering over the rapid pulse beneath your skin.
As his lips found purchase on the tender flesh of your neck, his actions became more urgent, his touch more demanding. A pinch at your pebbled nipples sent a shiver of sensation coursing through you, followed by the heat of an open-mouthed kiss.
Your gaze drifted downwards, enchanted by the sight of his tongue encircling the sensitive spots, suckling on the swollen buds like a babe. Already, heat was building within the depths of your being, igniting a flame that spread between your legs.
Sukuna laid you back, relishing the delicate flavour of your lips as his fingers skillfully sought out your throbbing clit, stimulating it with unhurried circles.
With practised ease, he slipped two fingers inside you, quickening his rhythm without preamble. Your hand instinctively traced down to his chest, undoing the fastenings of his robe.
âTake it,â he whispered against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. âSatisfy your lord, my love.â
Your fingers curled around his pulsating cock, the very object of desire that the other girls had passionately recounted. The knowledge of their previous intimacies with him only stoked the flames of envy within you, spurring you to intensify your ministrations.
With a surge of determination, you quickened the pace of your caresses, applying pressure with your thumb upon his sensitive tip while fondling his sacs.
Sukunaâs grin widened against your lips as he reciprocated with equal zeal, slipping a third finger into your slick heat until he was fully engulfed by your swollen core.
Together, you sailed upon the waves of raw carnal desire, locked in a lecherous race to reach your climax, each vying to be the first to cross the finish lineâ
Sukunaâs low, guttural moans resonated throughout the chamber.
You had achieved victory.
His essence spilled forth into your waiting hands, his cock convulsing with the intensity of his release. Moments later, you succumbed to your own climax, a soft cry escaping your lips.
With care, Sukuna withdrew his hand from your centre, and you instinctively examined your palm, noting the striking resemblance of his essence to your own.
You tentatively brought your fingers to your lips, savouring the taste of him.
âI did not instruct you to do that,â he growled, his gaze blazing as you tasted him. âBut I suppose Iâll permit it.â
âIt is salty,â you murmured, almost absentmindedly.
âOh for fuckâs sake, are you women incapable of discussing anything besides my cock?â he exclaimed, frustration evident in his tone.
You couldnât help but laugh, the tension dissipating as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue before tenderly cradling the back of your head, drawing you to sit upon his lap. Your laughter softened into chuckles, a smile playing upon your lips.
âDid I please you, my Loââ
âSukuna,â he interrupted firmly. âOnly you may address me by my given name.â
âMy Lââ
âI command it.â His tone left no room for argument.
You affirmed your agreement with a nod.
He was Sukuna.
Your Sukuna.
âVery well, Sukuna.â You felt a subtle shift in the air between you. His chuckle rumbled softly. âShall I turn around for you?â
âAnd why do you deem such an unnecessary act necessary?â
âBecauseââ You suppressed the urge to divulge the whispers of the other concubines regarding his favoured position. âNever mind. How would you prefer me to present myself to you?â
âAs you are,â Sukuna answered, his grip tightening around himself. âHow you managed to have me spend by your hand in under five minutes is a marvel beyond my comprehension.â
Internally, you gave yourself a congratulatory pat on the back.
âNow, my love,â he said, inclining his chin towards his erection, âwill you do my cock the honour of sitting on it?â
Licking the grin of your lips, you nodded, rising to your knees. With nimble fingers, you positioned his hardened length at your entrance, gradually lowering yourself onto him.
A sharp intake of breath escaped Sukunaâs lips, his hands instinctively grasping your hips. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, enduring the initial sting of penetration. Perhaps every touch of his fingers had been a meticulous groundwork for this pinnacle moment.
As you settled into your seat upon him, you granted yourself a minute to acclimate to the sheer magnitude of him stretching and filling your tight, supple walls.
Sukuna tilted his head back, impatience evident in his eyes. âWill you begin moving at a pace befitting this century, Sad Eyes?â
âJust a moment,â you retorted, your tone tinged with irritation.
âUnfortunately, the sight of your leaking cunt is testing my patience,â he remarked, his gaze lingering provocatively on your flushed form.
Collecting yourself, you affirmed your resolve with a nod before subtly adjusting your position, and swaying your hips forward. His strong hands guided you, aiding your movements as you sought a rhythm. âGods, youâreâyouâre quite large. Itâs rather discomforting.â
âAh, where has the enthusiasm to please your lord vanished, my love?â His laughter echoes through the chamber as he leaned back, amused by your scowl. âI must confess, your defiance is perhaps your most alluring trait. It has crossed my mind more than once during moments of handling myself in the bath.â
Your brow furrowed in dismay.
It was evident that the other concubines possessed far greater expertise in pleasuring him than you ever could. All you could manage was to feign enthusiasm, your movements faltering and disjointed, as you struggled to produce even a fraction of the satisfaction they effortlessly blessed him with. His laughter, which wasnât helping your cause, bore an uncanny resemblance to the mocking tones of the girls who had taunted you in the past.
You no longer wished to endure this charade.
You halted in your tracks, unable to muster the courage to meet his gaze, your eyes fixated instead on his throat. âIt appears . . . that I may not be adequately versed in fulfilling your needs. I shall endeavour to educate myself further before making another attempt. For now, I request permission to retire for the evening, my Lord.â
Sukunaâs grip tightened as he seized your jaw, compelling you to meet his gaze. âYou dare to defy my command to address me by my given name?â His smile remained wicked as he drew your face closer to his own. âRemember, my love, there is a boundary to which I tolerate your rebellion. Do not allow my affections to cloud your judgement. I remain your Lord, above all else. Do you understand?â
âYes,â you managed to gasp out.
âYes what?â
âYes, Sukuna,â you replied, your voice trembling with uncertainty.
With a swift motion, he released your sore jaw, and before you could even consider easing the ache, his lips crashed against yours.
In that moment, control slipped from your grasp entirely. His hands gripped the flesh of your buttocks possessively, guiding your movements as he claimed you with a primal savageness that left you shaking in his embrace.
âDoes it pain you, my beloved?â Sukuna growled, his fingers curling around your nape possessively. âDo you feel the strain of my cock as I breach your tender walls?â
You whimpered softly, your head nodding against the curve of his neck.
âFear not, my darling. I will diligently train this cunt of yours to accommodate every inch of me, dusk, dawn, and twilight. Your throat, too, shall be honed to fulfil my every whim, wherever and whenever I demand.â With a swift motion, he tugged your hair, forcing you to meet his glare. âAnd should you dare to entertain thoughts of defiance with any other man beyond the confines of my chamber, rest assured, there will be consequences.â
âSukuna,â was all you gasped, eyes rolling back as his tip probed the depths of your womb. His tongue traced the delicate curve of your throat before shoving into your mouth, drawing out your own to suckle on. In the heat of the moment, your hands roamed aimlessly, torn between grasping at his waist, clutching his shoulders, or caressing his cheeks.
âOh, how I love the sight of your breasts greeting me in my face.â Sukuna tightened his hold on each of them with a deadly grasp, savouring the melodious cry that escaped your lips. He lowered his head and teethed each nipple, drawing it out and relishing in the masochism of your sharp nails clawing down his back. âDeeper, my darling. You alone hold the privilege of marking my flesh. Let my scars mirror yours.â
With caution, you shifted your hands to rest upon his firm pectoral muscles before you could accidentally claw out his spinal cord.
Sukunaâs touch drifted from your bruised breasts to cradle your face, guiding your gaze to meet his crimson one.
Encouraged by his comforting presence, you arched your hips forward with newfound confidence. His fingers swept through your hair, pushing it away as he offered reassuring nods.
Now, the reins rested firmly within your grasp.
âFuck . . .â Leaning back against the headboard, he released soft sighs. Warm breaths escaped his parted lips as you continued increasing your ministrations. Your gaze momentarily flickered to your favourite book resting on his bedside table before returning to his face.
Suddenly seized by an impulse, you leaned forward to plant a tender kiss upon his lips, trailing upward to gently brush against his cheekbones, tracing the intricate markings lining his skin.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked.
âSomeone must play the role of the tender one between us, Sukuna,â you answered, mirroring the attention he had given your scars during your initial encounter. With each kiss, you felt his eyes tracing your movements, following the path of your lips as they journeyed across his face, landing upon his nose or the pulse of his neck.
âMy beloved,â Sukunaâs voice caressed your ears, drawing your focus entirely to him, âlisten closely to my words.â
You halted your movements, a curious expression dancing in your eyes. âWhat troubles you?â
With a deliberate motion, he guided your hips forward, his gaze unwavering. âThroughout the night, I will fill your womb ceaselessly, and in mere weeks, you shall carry my legacy within you.â Your heart leaped into your throat, fluttering with an overwhelming rush of emotion. âPeril will shadow your every step. Those who oppose us will stop at nothing to eliminate your life and the life of our child. Do you comprehend the gravity of our situation?â
You blinked back the tears, resigning yourself to the inevitable.
âBut I vow upon my honour, such an atrocity shall never come to pass. I will sever entire bloodlines if even a single strand of your precious hair were harmed.â His movements quickened as he thrusted into you.
Your grip tightened on his shoulders again, gasping for breath between erratic pants.
âAt dawnâs light, all concubines shall be reassigned to palace duties. You need only point out those who have dared to trouble you, though their transgressions are already known to me.â His motions became more intense as he pressed you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head. âAnd when the sun graces the horizon, you, my beloved, shall be proclaimed as my queen.â
Your voice wailed through the chamber as you cried out his name, drowning in the waves of scorching pleasure never before experienced.
Instead of seeing celestial bodies colliding, your gaze met the deep crimson of his irises, those same eyes that had captivated you on that very first night.
âSukuna . . . â
With a smile mirroring his own, you tilted your head upward, silently beckoning him to seal the moment with a kiss. As he obliged, his cock pulsed within you, filling you with his warmth until every fibre of your being was tethered with his.
But he didnât withdraw. Just as he had promised, he intended to keep you close throughout the night, to claim you as his own.
And in that moment, as you laid with him, you welcomed the dawn of a new chapter standing beside him, prepared to reign as Sukuna Ryomenâs queen.
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JJK men getting a boner but denying that the girl they're crushing on caused it?
Lol, that's funny, I think some of them would do this though.
Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Yuta, Haruta x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, boner, getting embaressed, teasing, blushing, denial of being aroused, tsundere behavior, being shy
A/N: Some good teasing is what these guys need, you gotta flip the tables on them sometimes.
Yuuji is a bit of a pervert but he doesn't want you to know that so openly. He was your best friend before you started dating so he doesn't want to freak you out by being too horny around you. It's for the best if he takes care of this quietly and doesn't speak of it again.
Sukuna refuses to admit to himself, and to you too, that a human could cause such a state of arousal in him. You see, he has to be careful not to let you think you have any control over him and his actions. That includes his boner, you may help him with it but you're not that special.
Megumi doesn't want you to get the idea that he only got with you for your body or to sleep with you. Don't point out his erection like that, you're reaching for it and why, to keep it from going away? This is so fun for you, getting a rise out of the normally calm guy like him.
Gojo covers the front of his pants but not so quickly that you don't notice. Chuckling to himself he tells you he'll take care of it real fast in the bathroom and then you can watch the movie to the end. This happened cause he was imagining the two of you in the movie love scene.
Nanami knows this is a perfectly logical response to his girlfriend sitting in his lap and grinding against him. Yet he pushes you of instead of letting you help him with it. Doing that right now would be like admitting to himself he can no longer control himself.
Yuta blushes so hard when you tell him you can feel his cock pressing against your inner thigh. Just from a little cuddling and kissing, he's already that hard, ready to fuck. But not really, he insists that it's because he didn't jerk off that morning so his cock is giving him signals.
Haruta almost wants to say this is your fault, the poor guy wants to have sex with you so bad. Still he knows he doesn't have a lot of self control right now, he could hurt you really badly. Lies to you by telling you he was thinking of the last porn he saw, but don't worry, you're hotter.
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imagine a dashboard for alligators. what do you think that would look like
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Controversial opinion. If you're doing nothing but eating meat, what are you even doing. Remember to include bugs, fruits, and legumes into your diet in order to help aid digestion of the meat that you get from snakes, fish, and mammals.
Just because we have the reputation for eating lots of meat, that doesn't mean we have to stick to it.
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counterpoint: fuit yucky
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wdym reputation of eating meat. i float lik ea log thats what im known for
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asked dad if i could go and steal some Floridian guy's lunch and he said "we have prey at home" girl we have been doing shit ALL DAY i am an awesome 600 pounds and I need some meat left on me to deathroll with. let me get a quick snack that i don't need to kill mmmmmmm burgers I want people food soooooo badddd....... i know they shouldn't feed it to me but I have such a lovely smile oh please oh please give me your burger.........
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mom says it was cold the season she laid me so i have to be a girl. because girls are always born from eggs laid during cold seasons.
cope and seethe mother first of all, second of all, the reason i am transgender is because you kept me too fucking snuggly warm in the nest.
#i guess if you wanted a daughter you should have. idk. made a shittier nest? #thats not really my fault man
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You'll never guess how I just learned that we have the honor of being the "loudest reptiles in the world"
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Yeah yeah, the 90 decibel mating bellow, we've all heard it.
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we've all heard the what
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đ©Čgaytorrr Follow
this guy asked if i wanted to see his gator hole and i said fuck yes. why this boy take me into a 65 foot long hole in the mud at the bottom of the lake
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âšRemember to take it easy sometimes!âšWe thrive in slow-moving waters!âšEven though we can run fast, we get tired fast too-- it's okay to let yourself take breaks!âšLet yourself relax, that's how we made it this far as a species.
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Yeah, imagine telling your prehistoric great great great great great great great great great great grandpa or something to calm down and relax when he should be doing nothing but deathrolls. the longevity of the species should be your only goal. It's irresponsible to encourage your fucking species to fall behind even more than it already has? Have some pride, you're not a crocodile.
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jesus christ calm down
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Okay, this post has a lot of misconceptions in it. There aren't as many differences between crocodiles and alligators than you think. It's really harmful to think that we have nothing in common with each other. So what if they're carnivores and we're closer to omnivores, or their snouts are more U shaped while ours are V shaped. We're both badass miracles of nature that have no reason to be pit against one another all the time.
Don't listen to guys like this. It's just hateful and small-minded.
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crocs are like. like them shoes that float right
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i wish i was a crocodile because i could have a virgin birth and i wanted to see what it would be like to eat an immaculate conception.
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welcome to the no notes gator/croc discourse post.
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omg this is the post.... i can't believe i would see this naturally on my dash
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Uh are we just going to ignore the virgin birth reply orrrrrrrrr
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gator heritage post
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lmao this idiot never learned how to use their tail to type
#/j lol yeah its kind of hard at first #actually i'd say cut your losses and forget how to type bring the laptop back to the dumpster its not worth it
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am i fucking stupid. i just learned theres another species of alligator other than just me and the guys in my swamp. and i said "oh wow I didn't know that! which one of the two are we haha" and my buddy just stared at me like I was a fucking idiot. how am i supposed to know if no one ever tells me this . WHICH AM I
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there are only 70-80 mature chinese gators in existence while there are 750,00-1 million mature american gators . do the math.
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i could have just hatched you don't know me.
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a group of queer gators in church call that a congregaytion
#reblogging this one bc none of you appreciate me
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I'm seeing the no notes gator/croc post circulate again and ha ha yes it's very funny, but we are NOT starting gator/croc discourse in 2024. lets leave that shit in the past. i know that's not what the post really ended up being about but i am soooooo sick of it.
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okay, so the one with a fetish for getting turned into handbags is gonna talk down to us now.
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Not to be a pedant but its Shoes Actually. It even says so in the name. Shoes.
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Okay, So I'm the only girl on my team at work. And I'm telling yâall, regardless of age or relationship status, guys absolutely get excited when you give them stuff. Even if they act like they don't. All I can do is imagine how this would work with the 141.
Like imagine you make Gaz a bracelet. It's nothing too crazy, just a single strand of green pony beads. It didn't even take a lot to make it. Just some small, homemade thing that you give to him while you've got some down time between tasks.
He absolutely lights up, smiling wide, eyes bright. He thanks you with a side hug and a kiss to your temple. It's more than what you were expecting, but you're not gonna complain.
You don't think much of it, and move on with your business, nearly forgetting about the bracelet⊠until Soap interrupts you at the gym, demanding to know why Gaz got one and not him.
You didn't think he wanted one, and you certainly didn't think he'd be so distraught over something so silly. So, you promise him a bracelet, and you deliver it to him the next day. A single strand blue bracelet.
Johnny's ecstatic, grinning like a kid on Christmas. He gives you a bear hug, and a messy kiss to your cheek, practically singing your praise as he leaves.
Price is next. But thankfully you don't give him a chance to ask. You had noticed the way his gaze lingers on the bracelets that Gaz and Soap have, the small frown he's got after talking to them.
You make him a yellow one, and drop it off on his desk with some paperwork. No need for all the fanfare or even the chance he might reject it. He doesn't. He does bring you your favorite drink, his way of saying thanks. And the yellow bracelet is on his wrist the whole time.
Ghost is last, only because you didn't think he'd want one. But ever since Price got his, Ghost has been waiting with baited breath for one. He's not going to outright ask, will even scoff if Soap or Gaz brag about it. But he wants one!
It's late, when he drops by your barrack, quiet when you open the door. It takes him a moment to gather the courage. But eventually, he holds his hand out, asking where his bracelet is.
When you admit you hadn't made him one, he's a little hurt. You're teammates. Why wouldn't he want one? But you invite him into your barrack, letting him sit with you as you make the bracelet. It's just black, his color of course, but he leaves, smiling under the mask.
Oh, and when you show up for the next briefing with your own bracelet, a repeating pattern of green, blue, yellow and black, no one comments on it. But it's hard to ignore the way they all smile at you, a soft look in their eyes.
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Ateez as Boyfriends [Explicit Ver.]
yet another collab with loren @eightmakesonebraincell. idk what this is but it's smut and it's a filthfest in here sooo MDNI!!
lmao when we think about it now we don't even know how we came to write this (speed write it more like) but this has collected dust in the drafts for a good while anddd it's our first time writing smut like this (minus my woo fic) so here we are :') Enjoy!
Hongjoong
eye fucks you
literally when he is in the mood he will let his eyes scan you ever so slowly
tease.
i just think that most of the times youâll be in the studio
and studio sex calls for you in his lap to get his attention
while his attention remains undivided on his pc
until you grind-
one wrong move and youâre done for
if he doesnât want you to break his focus at that moment, heâs probably gonna growl and bite your shoulder with the promise of whatâs about to come
and threaten you with things he would do to you once he is free
however, if you've succeeded?
immediately on to you
lips everywhere and anywhere on your body
tongue in your mouth
i feel like even if he tries to go slow, heâs the type to lose control in the middle of it
and go super intense and heated
loves it when his hands are on your hips and controlling your movement
the type to wedge his thigh between your legs as you make outÂ
and watch you become a mess as you grind on it
or when youâre sitting on him, heâll hook your legs over his to stop you from closing them
heâll finger you until youâre squirming in his lap
punish you for distracting him and being a bad girl
neck kisses heâs gonna leave pretty marks all over you
will praise the f outta you (not me censoring this.)Â
will probably move around a lot during sex
like one moment youâre in his lap
next youâre on the couch, heâs on top of you
until you switch
and then he has you standing up and suddenly youâre pinned against the wall
will not miss a chance to go down on you
knows exactly how to make you cry
and i mean cry.
laughs against your throbbing core and the vibrations oh goodness
absolutely loves the feeling of your fingers gripping his hair in desperation
nips you everywhere
and when youâre finally begging him to give you what you want, thatâs when heâll let you have some moment of control
probably curses in pleasure
loves watching you on top of him but makes sure you know whoâs in control (him)
heâs gonna spice things up when youâre reaching climax
i think i said he knows how to make you cry so go ahead and imagine
will overstimulate you before he wraps things up hehe
i just feel like his fingers on your clit right before you come and itâs 10x more intense
would love to come inside you when he can ;)
hongjoong would also probably record the audio of your moans during sex and when you climax (with consent ofc)
and on nights when heâs missing you heâll play it through his headphones and touch himself wishing you were here
takes such good care of you when youâre done like you joke that heâs suddenly worried if youâre okay when he fucked you like thereâs no tomorrow-
but really heâs all prepared heâs immediately making sure you have what you need- water, cuddles, round 2, you name it
will kiss your forehead as he assures you youâre his muse, the love of his life and all that sweet stuff :â)
you whine that you feel all sticky and gross
he definitely has an abundance of tissues and wet wipes in his studio
when people ask him why he has so many he tells them itâs for yknow cleaning
if you guys are back home in the shower though?
omg he is so soft and all about the romance
makes you feel so so loved
holds you in his arms for the longest time
or youâre in the middle of doing something and he grabs your wrist
and pulls you towards him with the biggest smile on his face
hands on your hips as he sways you around
and you just know that look in his eyes means heâs in the mood and heâs going to make this a memorable night for both of you
youâll hook your arms around his neck and sway to the music that is in your heads
guided by his movements
he tells you what heâs feeling. no filters
and you appreciate that so much about him
would definitely have a post-sex playlist that heâs made with like slow candle-lit dinner vibes
plays it with a speaker in the bathroom as he presses long and lazy kisses against you
basically a very love-driven makeout session :((
hehe but he most definitely nibbles all over the marks heâs left on you with a sense of achievement
loves when you wear one of his shirts over just your panties as you go to bed together
itâs the possessiveness in him iâm telling you
heâs quick to fall asleep but you can see a faint smile on his lips as you caress his head or his face
and you tell him all the reasons you love him
you can swear his hold on you tightens even though he is fast asleep
and youâre going to wake up with him looking at you like youâre the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on :((Â
even tho you look like an absolute mess in the morning-
Seonghwa
tongue.
man has a mouth on him like have you seen his lips?
the prettiest lips in ateezÂ
and his tongue????
he is the best kisser in ateez fight me
he knows how deadly his tongue is
and heâs going to use that to his advantage
makeout sessions are gonna be next level with him
and when his tongue goes elsewhere-
like when he kisses your neck?
or anywhere for that matter??
you literally cannot breath
itâs like itâs turning him on too
makes the dirtiest noises you betÂ
he loves the feeling of your thighs clenching around him because it means that youâre close
he praises you and tells you that you have the prettiest moans
loves that youâre making those sounds just for him
heâll enjoy overstimulating you
he coos and tells you to give him one more orgasm baby as he digs his fingers knuckle-deep into you
he knows your body so well
he can tell exactly when youâre about to come
like, heâll say âcome for meâ because he knows thatâs what tips you over the edge
and then when heâs satisfied with how many times youâve come for him
thatâs when he gets started
when you guys are fucking there are two different moods
sometimes he likes to take it slow and worship your body
pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere he can reach
presses his body against yours like he has to be touching every part of your exposed skin
drags his length in and out of you slowly so he can feel every inch of you
will latch his lips onto yours and explore your mouth with his tongue
likes to hold your hand :â((( i love him so much
other times itâs hot and fast and needy
his hands roam all over your body and through your hair
rolls your nipples between his fingers to make your back archÂ
moans into the kisses
bites your lower lip
either lets you run your hands wherever you want or pins them to whatever surface youâre on
you fist the sheets beneath you or grip his shoulders
he grunts and pants in between praises of how tight you are and how good you feel
before heâs coming hard into you
iâm convinced that when hwa comes his eyes roll back and he lets out the deepest moan
itâs so filthy his expression alone can make you reach your climax honestly
his warmth fills you up (pls use a condom irl)
and when he pulls out, the sight of his cum leaking out of you has him half-hardening again
he loves to see how heâs ruined you
and you best bet heâll help clean you up-
with his mouth
heâll hold your legs apart as you writhe from sensitivity
as soon as you both come down from your orgasms, itâs like all the dom has left his body
he literally becomes the softest when heâs doing aftercare like his touch is suddenly delicate and heâs holding you like youâre fragile
âsir, iâm pretty sure youâve left bruises on my body but okayâ
âah, did i? shall i kiss them so they get better?â
and you grin bc youâre lovestruck
and he feels so proud that he made you smile bc that means youâre okay
literally every second sentence that comes out of his mouth will be praise
that you did so well for him
that youâre so beautiful
that youâre all that he could ever ask for
<33333
peppers soft kisses on your face and kisses your knuckles
brings you sth warm to drink and cuddles you all night
i feel like heâs the type to love feeling skin on skin when cuddling
especially after having sex
he just has his boxers on and you just have your panties on
and he loves to hold you close to him and just feel you next to him in such an intimate way :â(((
he canât keep his hands off you but itâs completely innocent
traces little patterns and shapes on your back
splays his hand over your tummy
rests a hand over your chest bc he likes to feel your heartbeat
and he does it unconsciously too, even during pillow talk
you two can talk for hours about anything and everything deep into the night
it doesnât even matter what the pillow talk is about all you two want is to hear each otherâs voices
imagine hwaâs post-sex husky deep voice akjfldsg
but you two talk and cuddle for so long neither of you even realise when youâve fallen asleep
in the morning he wakes up before you but he stays cuddling you until you wake up so that heâs the first thing you see <33
thereâll be lots of lazy kisses before he gets up to make you a cute breakfast
Yunho
eye fucks you pt 2
literally the way he just watches you at times
like heâs drinking in the sight of you
before he kisses you heâs going to cup your face and look at you for the longest time
and you can see a thousand undecipherable emotions in his eyes
hesitates a bit before he kisses you but once youâre into it heâs a changed man
idk about you but i feel like his tongue can do wonders
i just think heâs a natural at this he kisses you like heâs been doing it forever and will never get tired of itÂ
makeout turns heated pretty quick and one thing leads to another-
will be vocal during sex too like
he needs to hear you say some stuff before you proceed
he needs to hear your voice to confirm youâre feeling good
heâs pretty much driven on that
he aims to please you.Â
his hands. need i say more?
he drives you crazy with his hands alone
even when theyâre cupping your face or like holding you behind your neck
you love his hands in your hair
you love it when you feel his big hands anywhere on your body for that matter
especially when theyâre gripping your thighs
and his long fingers omg
just a brush of them in the inside of your thigh or near your core and youâre done for
makes you a writhing mess before he will even touch you
will also pin you on nearest surfacesÂ
and lets his mouth and thighs do the rest
probably loves when you ride his thigh too as he makes out with you
to the point you almost come on that alone
he just loves when you want to be in control but he restrains you
and you gladly let him
will at times let you dom him
but he just thinks that youâre cute for trying
really, heâs watching all smug, watching you on top of him, waiting until heâs had enough
and then heâs flipped you
heâs pinned you to the bed and he dwarfs you grrrÂ
ânow itâs my turnâ
if you think cuddling while lovemaking is a soft trait? make it hard for yunho
like heâs just burying his nose in the crook of your neck while he pumps into you
spoons you from behind as he rubs his length against your ass
or kissing your temple or head and moaning against you
and oh goodness his weight on you when heâs on top of you i-
will mumble praise into your ear
âyouâre so fucking wet babyâ hdsjhjkdfhg
âyou feel so goodâ
and youâll def praise him in return he loves that
not afraid to experiment with you
and heâs always just so supportive of your wants and needs
heâs also fully capable of driving you insane like he can be a little shit sometimes-
his hand around your throat.
his hand being able to wrap around both of your wrists
loves to pin your wrists above your head
when heâs approaching his orgasm heâll see what you need
probably loves it when you come together
and heâll pump all that inside you he wonât stop
will remain inside for a good few moments until he pulls out
and then it's just another round of teasing each other as he takes care of you
âcan we shower together now?â but you know it will lead to shower sex
âwill you let me spoon you after i clean you up?â
âonly if i donât find your dick hardening against my ass in the middle of the night, yunhoâ
the teasing is just ramped up honestly
you two flick soap suds at each other
he smacks your ass and it startles you and you slip a little in the shower
he makes sure to catch you but you smack his chest as revenge even though you two are giggling
when you step out of the shower heâll throw your towel over your head so it covers your face
the man runs out of the bathroom before you can throw the towel back at him
heâs just streaking through the house naked at this point
it takes a while for you two to calm down enough to actually get into bed
but thereâs definitely another hour or two of very handsy teasing
mostly from him as you giggle at his antics
and lots of hypothetical discussions about things you guys could try out next time
but also not hypothetically because he would totally be down lol
heâll be like âokay but what if we restrained your wrists to the shower curtain bar, do you think itâd break?â
and you say you can try next time but if it does break heâs paying not you
youâre just both a laughing mess in each otherâs arms as you fall asleep
Yeosang
vanilla guy
he can move his tongue 180 degrees do you all know what use he can make of that?
heâs either super shy super shy~ or heâs gonna be the demon that we all know he is
his kisses range from shy to heated and rushed
like when heâs shy heâs all smiles and cautious touchesÂ
but you can literally taste it when heâs desperate
because his body language changes significantly
suddenly heâs the most confident
kinda feel like lingerie really turns him on
like whenever you wear something lacy or revealing
his length is already hardening before he knows it
sometimes he tries to hide it
other times he comes right up to you and growls into your ear that he needs you right now
his favourite place to do it might be in the bed
he just wants to make sure youâre comfortable first and foremost
and i feel like heâs a switch
he has his dom days he has his sub days too
sometimes he just needs you to lead and he loves watching you when you take the lead
he lets you do whatever you want to him
like heâll watch as you unbutton your shirt and slip off your bra
and when you lean down to take off his pants
heâll let you kiss him and touch him however you like
but when you start teasing him?
i feel like he has a switch that goes off and bam heâs now in dom mode
and heâs suddenly flipped positions and heâs like âiâve had enough sweetheartâ
and heâs banging into you with no remorse
and you swear his beautiful deep voice does something to you makes you feral is what it does
tucks your hair out of the way as he pumps his length into you
holds your face :( heâs so precious grrrrr
swipes his thumb across your lower lip
daring you to try something like-
heâs a tease he knows what game youâre playing
and if you try to capture his thumb between your teeth heâs gonna be like ânuh-uh not so quickâ
like he can be the sub and still be in charge how beautiful is that
bonus points if you make him laugh or make him shy during sex
you love to see it when you praise him and he gets all flustered
but boi does he know how to make you lose your shit too
esp when heâs in control and just running his hands all over your body
tracing all your curves as he drinks in the sight and praises you so. much.
as if he isnât a walking sculpture himself :â)
loves watching your little reaction and catches on real quick
like if you writhe under him when he kisses your sweet spot? heâs gonna be all smug and you bet the night has gotten longer
because he will spend his sweet time there
and when heâs fingering you or eating you out he will do everything to get the best reactions out of you
aftercare is 90 percent him fussing over youÂ
even though you reassure him that youâre okay from under the mountain of blankets heâs piled over you
he literally treats you like a queen
also because he wants to give you everything that you might even potentially need
so he like
brings you a whole platter of warm tea, water, energy drinks, salty snacks, packets of lollies, chocolates, you name it
will also ask if you need painkillers or anything
you better give that man his aftercare too he deserves it
you slip him bits of chocolate or snacksÂ
sometimes after heâs had one of those days where heâs radiated dom energy or heâs teased you a lot
you bring it up with him and wiggle your eyebrows
like âso iâm your good girl, huhâ
and he gets so flustered and shy and does his little giggle
but you never tease him too much, because you know that he can start to doubt himself or feel insecure
so you always make sure to tell him how good and perfect he is no matter what he does
he deserves all the love in the world <3
so after you let him fuss over you for a while you sort of just, fling up the side of your blanket and say
âget in hereâ
and he has such a cute bright smile as he burrows underneath the covers with you
sometimes he spoons you
but more often than not
you spoon him
and he feels so safe and loved whenever you hug him like that :â(
you love to run your fingers through his long locks because his hair feels super soft
but also because you can almost hear the purr that comes out of yeosang when you do it
heâs a precious baby :(
San
a switch nobody can convince us otherwise
he can be a hard dom
manhandles you, like have you seen the way he is with woo??
holds your jaw to make you look at him
or he gets up close and crowds your personal space
passes you the dirtiest looks
will stare at you for the longest time just to see what your reaction will be
loves it when you get flustered and shyÂ
doesnât care if youâre in public his touches will look casual to others
but youâve memorised what his hand placement means
like when his hand on your waist slowly lowers to your hip, you know itâs gonna be a long night
teases you during sex, like heâll lightly drag his fingers around your upper thighs and on your lower stomach but never touching your core
and heâll ask you what do you want
he wants you to be vocal and beg for him to touch you
and when you do heâll rip away your clothes and go down on you like heâs starved
he unbuttons your clothes and unclasps your bra with one hand and that alone makes you so wet
fondles your breasts with one hand while he circles your clit with the other
he latches his mouth onto your neck and collarbones and sucks on your nipples
has your back arching from all the different sensations all at once
but heâs also the subbiest sub to exist
like can you imagine him whimpering underneath you
this time heâs the one begging
he begs to touch you
and he begs for you to touch him, kiss him, anything
he doesnât care if there are people in the next room or if they can hear him
he just needs to be inside of you
man always does it like itâs his first time taking youÂ
like youâre blown by how much he can enjoy this every time it just gives you that confidence boost too
and heâs big on praise as well
loves being loud during sexÂ
makes the unholiest noises-
makes the most intense eye contact and if you dare shy away from him?
âlook at me when iâm looking at youâ
jksdhgjghjghksgh
^thatâs your reaction btwÂ
his kisses become more messy as things escalate and he just
he wishes he could kiss you everywhere all at once
switches positions so many times but mostly because he needs to feel closer to you in every aspect
might have a thing for putting your legs over his shoulders as he pumps into you
will make you scream without a doubt
like his aim is to make you see stars and boi do you get lost
so you also love to return the favour
and heâs not all that hard to please all you have to do is push the right buttons and say the right things
but you prolong the process on purpose
because you too enjoy seeing him break under you
itâs just that he makes you feel so good about yourselfÂ
he makes you feel like youâre everything heâs ever wanted and then some
will make you come on his fingers
and then lick them clean-
will make you come on his dick next
and break right after he canât handle you becoming a mess on him
collapses next to you and laughs in disbelief because how good was that?
takes a few moments to gather himself, all the while caressing your skinÂ
and kissing you- the softest kisses
before he gets up and takes care of you
and heâs so so good at that
heâs cleaning you up, making sure youâre hydrated, helping you into bed and then the cuddlefest starts
lies against the pillows and then shifts you so that youâre basically half-lying on top of him
he loves when you rest your head on his chest, an arm and a leg slung over the top of him too
(half the reason he works out his shoulders and chest is so that you have more pillow surface area hehe)
in these moments he wishes he has three hands
one to hold you against him
one to caress and run through your hair
and one more to hold your hand with :(
he just has to settle for alternating between the three
and all the while he is just constantly. pressing. kisses. against the crown of your head
âi love youâ
âi love you too, sanâ
and not even twenty seconds later
âi love you so muchâ
âi love you so much too, sanâ
repeatedly confesses his love to you because itâs true he loves you so much itâs crazy
and when he can hear the sleep starting to cling to your voice, heâll wish you goodnight
with many more kisses to go along with it <33
he doesnât let go of you once during the night
Mingi
have you seen his hip rolls-
okay from the start
9/10 times it starts with you cuddling
itâs all good and nice and fluffy and youâre watching something or just scrollingÂ
he just likes to be in physical contact with you in any way
one of you is mindlessly touching the other- very casual at first
casual kiss on your bare shoulder or you kissing his jaw or knuckles
until one of you is in the mood and starts touching the other with purpose
and wait until the other starts squirming visibly
if youâre in his lap? youâre gonna feel it before he can even tell you
and you turn around all smug
but he doesnât give you time to react because he will kiss you
heâs also prob really big on makeouts
he just loves the feel of his lips on yours as if theyâre made for each other
or his tongue inside your mouth and the way you move under him while he kisses you
will have a good proper makeout session before you proceed
his hands will literally travel everywhere
plays with your breasts as he kisses you
also he will kiss every inch of you
and when he goes down on you?
he knows his nose brushing against your clit is your undoing
and he takes advantage of it
the tip of his nose glistening undoes something in you-
will basically make out with your clit
and make you come multiple times on his fingers and tongue before he gives you what you want
those hands squeezing your hips along with that really donât help-
eats you out like a man starved
but before that
heâs also the type to get his own fair share of oral
and you would love to please him as well
you want that
you love it when he rolls his hips, clutching your hair, whether his cock is in your mouth or inside you
and when youâre having sex even tho he gives dom energy, he likes you on top
heâs just gonna be holding your hips and making you bounce on him
heâs gonna slow it down, make it bouncy ;)Â
your hands on his chest
heâs gonna watch you with those eyes
and groan a lot it fuels you
it drives him crazy when you snake a hand down to your front to circle your own clit
and when you climax and collapse against his chest, heâll hold you steady against his chest and grip your ass
will plant his feet against the bed so that he can pump up into you
i feel like he can be pretty filthy in the best way
like he likes it messy
he wants to make you a mess in every sense
he will spill inside you all over you and be proud of it and look at the mess like itâs a work of art
and the air smells of sweat, sex and love <3
will probably prompt another round-
if he lets you have your way first, heâs def going to have his way in the second round
and that could entail a lot of things
but at some point, itâs definitely gonna be him pinning your wrists down on the bed with one hand
while his own thighs holds your open
and he makes you see stars with his fingers alone
and at some point
itâs going to be him pounding relentlessly into you, a hand on your back pinning you down to the bed
and the second round is always so much more intense
you think youâre spent? he knows exactly how to get you riled up again
but he knows when youâre tired and done even when you say you want more
so he just turns very soft all of a sudden and kisses you like a boy having his first kiss
because heâs so in love with you :((Â
and then heâs gonna tell you what you mean to him
heâs gonna make you look at him as he tells you how beautiful you are and how you mean the whole world to him
sometimes he sees doubt in your eyes but he wonât go away until he clears it
and then youâre both giggling and heâs looking around wondering what to do
âthe towels first, please,â you giggle again and he hops off the bed, laughing to himself
probably drags you in the shower with him too and teases you a lot there
so much that sometimes you have another round there-
always so fun with him innit
but he makes sure youâre fed, hydrated, clean and content before he joins you in bed and the cuddlefest starts
human pillow i said what i said
and heâll caress your hair or skin as he tells you about something that happened at work or you rant about something that annoyed you today
and he jokes and teases you and you slap his chest and heâs suddenly a laughing mess and youâre joiningÂ
and then at some point, you both fall asleep in each otherâs arms <3
Wooyoung
omega vibes.
a bratty sub
and wooyoung literally ousts himself as having a degrading kink
not his heart fluttering when hongjoong bossed him around
he likes to tease you and frustrate you all day
a quick smirk here
a sneaky touch thereÂ
feel like wooyoung would also make you wear vibrating panties or put a remote-controlled vibrator in you
will turn the vibration up at the worst times
like when youâre talking to someone or when itâs super quiet
heâll give you the cheekiest grin from across the room
especially when a noise accidentally slips out of you
he loves watching you awkwardly fumble and pretend you didnât just moan
sometimes in the bedroom when heâs pressing the vibrator against your clit, heâll pull away at the last second just before you reach your orgasm
and heâll be like oops sorry :))
until the sexual tension makes you snap
he lets you flip him over or pin him against the wall as you kiss his lips swollen and mark his neck until itâs bruised
and you can feel how smug he is
he loves when you show him his place
and when you mark him with hickeys
youâll push him onto the bed
and sometimes you tie his wrists together
heâs such a brat you canât help but try and tame him even when you know itâs hopeless
so you just give up midway and heâs all smug and laughing and youâre like okay have your way then
itâs just very fun with him never a boring moment
and feels like a game of who has more control (youâve got equal points)(youâre both in negative)
you bet he keeps a record of that
also he gets turned on at the strangest of times
youâre cleaning and he saw you bend down to get that dust? heâs turned on
you almost tripped and made the cutest face afterwards and he teases you but you glare at him? heâs turned on
but the same goes for you
all he has to do is roll his sleeves and display his delicious veiny arms while he cooks
and youâre a whining mess
he knows it
we all love wooyoung in the kitchen
speaking of the kitchen-
no one would eat the food he makes if they knew how many times heâs fucked you on the countertop lol
but he fucks you on every surface he can so-
he loves going down on you mostly because of the noises you make when heâs eating you out
and he knows exactly what move of his tongue or lips against your core earns what noise
he knows you have a thing for his nose digging into your clit tooÂ
so heâs gonna make the most of it ;)Â
will let your thighs squeeze him as he makes out with your clit
but when he pushes them apart? the veins on his arms pop and you canât help but run your fingers all over themÂ
his arms are just such a work of art
and then heâs trailing kisses up your body and kissing you as if heâs short on breath
also has a thing for fisting your hair when you go down on himÂ
and oh goodness does he make the most pretty sounds youâve ever heard
basically the two of you live to rile the other up no matter what way it is <3
when heâs finally inside you, heâs either taking full control or just letting you do whatever you want thereâs no in-between
mostly itâs the latter because he loves to see you ride him
but just because youâre on top of him doesnât mean youâve got full control. he makes sure you know that
because he is going to pound into you from under you and make you see stars <3
aftercare is something ingrained in him
itâs like he gets all his energy back just to take care of you :((Â
heâs fussing over you, not letting you move before he cleans you up and makes you drink or eat something
he has to give the green light for you and at this point, you let him
because who wouldnât enjoy a fussy woo??
and then heâs like âletâs shower together ;) â and youâre like
âah. is that what all of this was for?â
not complaining though
but the best part about showering together isnât another round- thatâs rare
you simply love it when youâre washing each other up
he loves when you shampoo his hair and massage his scalp
and he rubs the knots out of your neck or arms or thighs
wherever you might be feeling sore from your escapades lol
thereâs still a couple of teasing remarks and wandering hands here and there
but he makes sure youâre all warm and dry before he tucks you into bed or wraps you in a huge fluffy blanket on the couch
heâll insist that you do nothing while he cooks up a small meal for you two because if you two hadnât become distracted during the process of making dinner, then you two are hungry from the energy youâve expended LOL
and when heâs made sure youâre absolutely full heâll cuddle you until you both succumb to food coma
Jongho
we all know heâs not physically affectionate
but boi does it look like heâs been doing this all his life
big on foreplay
gets you all hot and bothered first with the way his fingers run over your arms or your thighs
gentle squeezes in between or like something muttered in your ear
until you canât take it anymore and you make the first move
slow kisses are his things like he loves the intimacy when youâre just making out like you have all the time in the world
and heâs shy at first def, will laugh and joke between kisses just so he can get super comfortable
before he turns into a monster
peppers kisses all over your face :(Â
has a knack for making you feel like youâre the most precious thing in this world
to him you are <3
has a thing for necks
will kiss your neck and your sweet spot until it turns red
probably nibble on it too heâd love to see you marked by him
will trail kisses all the way down
will play with your breasts for the longest time as well
just teasing you and making a mess out of you
before he lets his fingers touch you down there and find you already soaked
and god does it give him an ego boost
anddd thatâs where things get interesting
watches your every move when he touches you down thereÂ
and has a shit-eating grin on his face throughoutÂ
(which you love youâre not even gonna complain)
heâs gonna make you come multiple times on his fingers thatâs a given
he loves to watch you move under him and will probably have a hand on your stomach to brace you and refrain your movements
which drives you so fucking crazy
youâre going to beg for him before he ever lets his cock near you
and when heâs ready for that, heâll make it so agonisingly slow
will 100 percent grip your thighs as he spreads them apart and just let you feel him against you
before he enters you
he takes a moment to relish in the feeling of your tight walls against him- he can never get enough of that
will pump slowly into you first before it becomes rushed and then-
uses his strength to manhandle you into the position that he wants
heâll hook his arms under your knees and pound you against the wall pls i need holy water stat
in your bedroom, in your living room, in the shower
omg when he gets all sweaty
and his muscles are glistening as they ripple with his movements lol
dom.
growls in your ears
smacks your ass 100 percent.Â
it drives him crazy to feel you trembling against him
or the way your nails dig into his shoulders and drag down his back as he fucks you
he thrives on the sounds you make to the point youâd almost think heâs getting off on that alone
if you come before him, he wonât stop pounding into you until he does
and boi does he still have some stamina left
but you have all the time in the world so heâll take it slow again
build it up
make you want him again before he touches you
and it just keeps getting more heated, more interesting as the night gets darker
will make sure youâre not overwhelmed though, he really doesnât want you to feel weird at any point of it all
he wants what you want, to the point you sometimes have to beg him to tell him what he wants
because heâs always focused on pleasuring you and you want to return the favour too
so on the rare occasions that he does let you take the reins, you make it a night he wonât forget ;)
by the time youâre done youâre so tired but this man still has some stamina
so he takes you to the shower with him and washes you up :( <3
dries your hair for you too :(Â
youâre so sleepy by now but heâll carry you to bed :(
and then you cuddle and make jokes until you fall asleep feeling the most content ever
and even though jongho is starting to feel tired too, he fights to stay awake just so that he can cherish the feeling of you in his arms for just a little longer
presses soft little kisses on your forehead and down the tip of your nose and over your cheeks and along your jaw
heâs so soft please
when he really canât hold off sleep any longer heâll tuck you closer under his chin before he drifts off too with a smile on his face
has the audacity to giggle at you with his gummy smile when he sees you hobbling the next day because youâre kinda sore
but heâll be at your beck and call for anything you need the rest of the day <3
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Hi I wanted to request Felix and reader getting into a huge fight over rumors of him and India hooking up. Lots of angst that leads to fluffđ thank youuuu
The party - f.c
hello honeys! first Felix imagine eeek. FELIX DOES NOT DIE AT THE PARTY IN THIS FIC! iâm too excited. i hope you like how i interpreted your requestđ«¶đŒ anyways, i hope you enjoy this imagine! (lmk if i should make a taglist for Felix!)
âVenetia, have you seen Felix? i cannot find him anywhereâ you had been looking for Felix everywhere. you had left his side for two seconds to get a drink and when you came back he was no where to be found.
âi saw him with Ollie and i think her name is India? find Ollie, he will know where he isâ Venetia said as she scanned the room to see if she could see her brother. you furrowed your brows, India was here? Felix hadnât told you India was coming.
in the two summers you had grown incredibly close with Venetia, she was the sweetest girl and you were lucky that she was your boyfriends sister. âiâll keep looking but if you see him, please tell him iâm looking for himâ Venetia nodded âof course, donât worry about India. i didnât know she was coming either. but good luck okay?â she winked.
the house was huge, one of the biggest houses youâd ever seen and finding him would be nearly impossible without some sort of indication as to where Felix was. you went into the garden eyes darting in every direction seeing if you could see the tall boy anywhere but it was no use, it was like he completely vanished.
ây/n darling, are you okay?â you heard Elspeth say as you huffed, you turned to look at her and nodded slightly. âyeah iâm okay, iâm just looking for Felix is allâ she smiled âhe couldnât of gone too far, donât worry about him. i saw him with Ollie and some girl, maybe check the library? or the maze?â you nodded and thanked her as you started making your way toward the maze.
the maze was where you and Felix liked to go when you wanted some alone time. even though you both loved spending time with his family, sometimes the two of you just wanted to be alone and the maze was the perfect place for the.
as you started making your way through the maze you saw Oliver walking back out. âOllie thank god, have you seen Felix? iâve been looking for him everywhereâ he jumped when he saw you ây/n, what are you doing here?â his thick accent filling the quiet maze.
âElspeth told me youâd be in here and she said guy were with Felix. is he down here-â you started to walk down the maze but Oliver quickly stopped you. ây/n you donât want to go down thereâ your heart started pounding.
âwhy?â you looked at him and by the look on your face you knew something was happening. âhe invited India here. me and Felix had a fight and the two of them came in here. when i came here to apologise the two of them were hooking up. iâm so sorryâ
you felt your eyes fill with tears and your heart dropped. Felix was cheating on you? you knew the two of them had some sort of history before you and Felix got together but that was two years ago. you felt your chin quiver and a few tears slip down your face. just as you were about to walk away Felix and India came round the corner.
Felix saw you and the smile on his face dropped when he saw your face. you had tears rolling down your cheeks, he quickly started making his way toward you but you just shook your head and started walking out of the maze.
ây/n sweetheart whatâs the matter?â he called out but it was too late, youâd ran off. Felix was confused, Oliver had been told by his mum that he could invite anyone he wanted so he invited India and a few other girls from college.
he left India standing there to chase after you, he was still utterly confused as to why you were crying. he brushed past Oliver who felt like he had succeeded, he had tricked you into believing that Felix had cheated on you which would no doubt lead to the two of you breaking up which mean Oliver could have Felix all to himself.
he saw you running into the house, brushing past the hundreds of people which filled practically the whole house. Venetia saw you crying and was confused, what could have happened in that short amount of time.
Felix lost you in the crowds of people but spotted his sister and briskly walked toward her. âVenetia, have you seen y/n? she was crying and i need to make sure sheâs okayâ she frowned âi think she went to your bedroom but iâm not too sure, she went in that directionâ by the time she had finished her sentence he was already gone, running off to his bedroom to find you.
he ran up the stairs to his bedroom and put his ear to the door, he could hear your small sobs and his heat broke. he knocked on the door and walked in, seeing you sat on his bed with your suitcase half packed with your belongings. âwhatâs the matter? why are you packing your stuff?â he frowned.
âi donât know Felix, why donât you tell me?â his frown deepened. âdonât act so innocent okay? i know everything. and itâs a shitty move that you brought her here. you have no idea how embarrassing this isâ he could control the small smile that formed on his face as he saw your jealousy peak through. he thought maybe you were jealous that India was here, not that he was cheating on you with her.
âwhat? are you a little jealous?â he smirked âi canât believe youâre making a joke about this right now. iâm going homeâ his face fell. he made his way over to you âwhat happened, iâm sorry for whatever i didâ he pouted but you scoffed and rolled your eyes âyeah well i donât think sorry is gonna cut it this time Felixâ
âokay i seriously have no idea what you are on about. why are you so upsetâ he tried to sit next to you but you scooted away from him. a whole batch of fresh tears filled your eyes, your head fell into your hands as you tried to hide how hurt you were. âcome on baby, talk to meâ he placed his hand on your leg and stroked it gently.
âdonât call me that, not after what you didâ you pushed his hand away from you as a few tears fell. âwhat did i do? youâre confusing meâ you looked at him with bloodshot eyes âyou slept with India.â he looked at you and burst out laughing âwhat?â you wiped your tear stained cheeks which probably had mascara all over them.
âOliver told me that you invited India here and that you two slept together. this isnât funny Felix, iâm serious. iâm going home tomorrowâ you sniffled and he shook his head âOliver told you that? and you believed him?â you shrugged âwell, the two of you looked very friendly when you came walking around the corner so yeah i believed itâ
âthat is the silliest thing iâve ever heard. i would never ever do that to you.â he placed his hand on your cheeks and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. âiâm too in love with you to cheat on youâ he kissed you again.
âwhy did Oliver say that? he said that you invited India and that he went into the maze to find you to apologise because you two argued and then he said that you two were having sexâ Felix frowned âwhat? having sex in the maze? no thatâs not what happened at allâ he shook his head.
âOliver invited India and he got mad because she rejected him, we argued because i told him to not invite her and he did it anyway. i knew her being there would upset you. i was only being nice to her because her friends left herâ he explained, his hands falling from your cheeks.
âiâm sorry i was so mean to youâ he shook his head âim sorry that i laughed at you, i honestly thought it was just because you were jealous i didnât realise Oliver told you that. ill speak to my parents, see if they can get rid of him earlyâ he smiled.
âyou know i love you, donât you?â his eyes started into yours, he hated that you were hurting. you nodded âi love you tooâ he kissed you passionately.
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tsumiki asks the question on a rare, relaxed saturday afternoon. with both the kidâs baseball games canceled due to some heavy morning rain, the four of you were taking the time to do some much needed relaxation.Â
âhow did you guys end up together?âÂ
satoru lifts his head from your lap, where youâd been plucking his brows. âisnât it obvious? it was due to my roguishly handsome good looks and sharp comedic wit.âÂ
megumi scoffs from his spot on the armchair. âi doubt that.â
you press your cheek against your boyfriendâs shoulder, laughing. âthatâs cute, babe, but do you want to tell them how it really happened? or should i?â
âiâll tell them,â he volunteers. âbecause i have been in love with you a lot longer than you might think.â
_____
satoru meets you when heâs seventeen years old. (itâs a stupid age. âcause when youâre seventeen, youâre all hormones and ego and think the world revolves around you.)Â
so he doesnât pay you much mind when yaga first introduces you to his little class, because honestly? heâd taken one look at you, fresh out of the countryside with your perfectly pressed uniform, not a hair out of place or a battle scar on your body and was extremely underwhelmed. so heâd brushed you off like lint on his sleeve, because he doubted youâd even survive the year. no point in getting to try and know you.Â
that same afternoon, youâd unleashed hell on him with your shikigami and almost broken his nose.Â
âiâm sorry,â youâd muttered when youâd forcibly accompanied him to the infirmary.Â
âyou donât sound sorry,â heâd huffed. his nose (and his ego) were definitely bruised.Â
you rolled your eyes and muttered something that was probably really mean under your breath. heâs about to tell you off when he feels blood start to drip again, cursing and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tilts his head back.
âyouâre supposed to tilt your head forward,â you sigh, handing him another folded up piece of paper towel.Â
he doesnât take it, glaring down at you. âwhy would i do that?â
shoko and geto walk behind you both, highly amused by your bickering. âtheyâd be good together, donât you think?â
âif they donât kill each other first.â the latter chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he eyes you both.Â
âif you tilt your head forward, then the blood drips out and not inââ
âwhy? thatâs where the blood is supposed to be.â
âno, itâs not, and if youâd just let me finish what i was saying instead of interrupting meââ
itâs not the last time he interrupts you. itâs not the last time the two of you bicker or the last time he walks with you through the courtyard. days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and even though youâd almost broken his nose that first day, he quickly realizes that he couldnât imagine you anywhere but with him.Â
_____
itâs late when he sneaks out of your room, sunset streaming through the courtyard as he peeks around the corner, on the lookout for any faculty before he dashes back to the boyâs dormâŠ
âŠonly to run into geto, whoâs standing outside. he feels bad for a second, because they havenât really talked sinceâŠwell, everything.
but he just flicks his cigarette, grinning in that all too knowing way of his. âwhat were you doing in the girlâs wing, creeper?â
ânothing,â he lies, but his cheeks are warm, there are butterflies in his stomach, and he canât seem to stop smiling.
his best friend looks at him. really looks at him. âoh, man. youâre so obvious.â
âiâm not obvious, youâre obvious,â he retorts.
geto takes another drag before holding it out to him. gojo shakes his head. âyouâre one of the smartest, yet dumbest people i know. so iâm going to help you now, because i think without guidance, you are capable of making extremely rash romantic decisions.â
âthatâs not trueââ
âitâs very true. like that fact that youâre in love withâŠâ geto nods his head towards the girlâs dorm, grinning.Â
he tucks his chin under the collar of his jacket when he feels heat crawl up his neck, looking away. âthatâs ridiculous. iâm notâŠitâs not like that. weâre justâŠhanging out.â
âreally?â his friend checks. âbecause the way that you look at her, i meanâŠwow. weâve all seen it. you look at her like you hear tiny forest animals singing whenever she walks into a room.âÂ
satoru bristles slightly, because heâs not entirely off the mark.Â
(but seventeen is a stupid age, and at the time he knew he cared for you deeply, but he didnât know he loved you yet.)
geto knows though, and just shrugs. âi know youâll see it someday too.â
_____
âdo these shoes go with my outfit?â you ask, looking over your shoulder.
gojo shrugs, hardly even glancing up from his phone. âsure.âÂ
âyou didnât even look!âÂ
he exhales a harsh breath, tossing his phone onto your bed as he looks up at you. âwhy are you trying so hard for some guy you donât even like? i meanâ have you even met him?â
âno,â you sigh, smoothing your hands over your dress. âbut me meeting him is really important to my father.âÂ
he leans back against your headboard, folding his hands behind his head. âwhy?â
âbecause a proposal from the kamo clan is a really big deal.â you startle when he sits up so fast that his glasses fall from their perch atop his head. âoh myâ whatâs wrong?!â
âeverything about that sentence. a proposal? as in to be wed?â
âyes, gojo,â you confirm, turning back to adjust your earrings in the mirror. âi was born outside of the zenâin clan, but i have their inherited technique. my dadâŠall these years heâs worked hard to keep me off their radar so i wouldnât be stuck there. so i wouldnât be unhappy like he was. if i accept this proposal and join the kamo clanâŠall his hard work wouldnât be for nothing.âÂ
âthe kamo clan,â he repeats, shaking his head. heâs not sure why heâs so annoyed. itâs hard to pinpoint the exact reason. âtheyâre based in kyoto. youâdâ youâd have to leave.â
he doesnât say anything for a long moment, but all the unsaid things that heâs been too scared to admit to himself (and especially to you) must be written all over his face, because you hesitate before you step out the door, looking back at him hopefully.Â
âhave fun,â is all he says instead, pretending not to notice when your expression falls. âiâll probably be out when you get back, but just text so i know youâre alright and havenât already been whisked off to kyoto.â
_____
âbut you never joined the kamo clan,â tsumiki notes, sending you a questioning look. âwhy did your dad to change his mind?â
âiâŠactually still donât know,â you admit, smiling softly. âheâs never told me.âÂ
âwell, whatever the reason, it doesnât matter now. âcause youâre right where youâre supposed to be,â satoru grins. he presses a soft kiss to your lips, but pulls back with a laugh when the kids groan loudly. âon that note, iâm going to start cleaning up.âÂ
megumi, whoâd been silent the entire story, gets up to help, trailing after him into the kitchen.
âit was you,â he says once you and tsumiki are out of earshot.
satoru sets the stack of plates on the counter, glancing over his shoulder at him. âhm?â
âyou made some kind of deal with her family, didnât you? like you did for me.âÂ
he doesnât answer right away, moving leftover vegetables into a container. âi donât know what youâre talking about.â
besides, that was then and this was now. heâs older and wiser and he knows that heâs loved you since he was seventeen years old.
_____
your father seems taken aback, and not just because satoru gojo was standing in his study, but because of what he was proposing. âexcuse me?â
blue eyes land on a photo of you on your fatherâs desk. youâre cherished here. loved. letting you go must be hard, even if itâs for your own good. âyou want to keep her away from the zenâinâs right? if she joins the gojo clan, weâll make the idea of even coming near her radioactive.âÂ
âbut the only way to do that isââ
âmarriage. to me, specifically,â he finishes with an easy shrug, as if heâs merely speaking about the weather. âquick, easy, simple. now you can reject the kamo clanâs proposal.â
your father is a smart man, that much is obvious. heâs kept you out of the zenâinâs grasp for years, even after news of your inherited technique had spread. thereâs no way heâd turn down a deal as good as this.
âi have nothing to offer you,â he says now, expression pinched. âno dowry, or things of the like.â
âi donât need your money,â he dismisses with a wave of his hand. âin fact, i only have three conditions.â
gojoâs three conditions
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synopsis: you have a valentineâs date tomorrow and youâre somewhat excited for it. but thereâs just one thing youâre unsure aboutâŠthankfully your trusted roommate can help. right?
tags: roommate au! (Here we go again), smut, 18+, oral (m.receiving), blowjob, praise, mutual pining, these mfs are in DENIAL smh
PART ONE.
âYou have a valentineâs date?â
âGod, OâHara donât even try to hide the surprise in your voice, why donât you.â
You cross your arms, frowning at your roommate who was currently sitting next to you on the couch. The two of you were watching a remake of a new movie that had come out recently. An hour or so had passed, the both of you stuck within a comfortable silence before your words had distracted him.
âHow could you blame me?â He begins, his gaze still on the television screen. âIâve never seen you bring anyone home before.â
âSo you keep notice on who I bring home?â
A pause runs between the two of you.
âNo.â
âLiar.â
Miguel clears his throat. âItâs none of my business anyways, what you do.â
After a few beats of silence, Miguel speaks again, this time with a teasing tone. âI wouldnât want to be like you anyways, keeping track of who I sleep with.â
âI do not keep track!â you exclaimed.
âHow come you remembered Cindyâs name then?â
You hesitate, stuttering off. âYouâyou talk about her a lot.â
âBullshit.â A grin creeps up across his lips.
âYou jerk, I was gonna ask you for a favor but since you wanna play that game, nevermind.â You crossed your arms, turning your attention back to the screen. Simultaneously, you had just sparked off Miguelâs own curiosity.
âWhatâs the favor?â
âI donât want to ask you anymore, Iâll ask someone else.â
âLike who? Peter?â
âDonât be mean, migâ.â
The movie continues to play in the background for a minute or two before Miguel starts getting restless.
âSo who's the guy then? Someone you paid?â Miguelâs grin doesnât have the time to stretch across his lips this time as you throw a pillow to his face.
âHey!â
âWatch your mouth, Oâhara.â
The two of you had been roommates for just under a year. You had moved in due to an emergency situation. A few troubles with your finances, student loans and the loss of your job resulted in you desperately responding to a roommate advert posted on the internet. Moving in at the beginning was awkward, the two of you avoiding each other, minimal conversation revolving around the weather and who would take out the trash.
But all it took was one night for the both of you to open up to each other, a shift in your realization that Miguel wasnât as bad as you thought. A few too many drinks one night led you to learn a lot about each other. Like how he didnât like the dark yet had a weird obsession with space. You found that he had a brother, a few years younger than him who was almost a spitting image. For him, he learned how you once had wanted to be a painter but soon switched career paths to psychology as well as taking up a foreign language.
Ever since that night, youâve managed to maintain a good friendship with Miguel, completed with a little teasing here and there. On some nights, when you were left alone in your room, you laid back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about him. Particularly, thinking about him and the girls which he brought home. Your mind wandered to the possibilities of what he would be like with them. Imagining what it would be like to be in their position.
How would he touch you, feel you, look at you? Would he be gentle and take his time or does he rush, his passion taking over his whole body? It was questions like these that plagued your mind. You began to create a fantasy in your head, touching yourself at the thought of him touching you; imagining his movements to be slow and cautious, taking you all for himself.
Speaking of, youâve recently noticed his lack ofâŠvisitors lately. Instead of hiding away with them in his room, heâs recently been spending a lot of late nights in your company.
âWhatâs your plans for Valentine's Day?â you queried, trying to maintain a casual tone. âTaking Cindy out for a romantic dinner?â
Miguel scoffs, shaking his head a little. âWhy donât you ask her out yourself, since youâre so obsessed with the woman?â
A small wave of ease flows through your mind at his answer. Yet it wasnât exactly the answer you wanted. You pat Miguel on the chest mockingly.
âI knew she said no to you. If you ever want to talk about it, Iâm here you knoââ Unfortunately you werenât able to finish your sentence as a small scream left your mouth, as Miguel pinched your thigh.
âWatch it, imbĂ©cil.â he glared, before changing the topic. âBut Iâm serious, who's the poor guy then?â
You shoot an offended glare back before repositioning yourself on the couch, turning your body to face him properly.
âSomeone asked me from work.â
âAnd you didnât have to get on your knees and beg them first?â Playfully, you hit him on the arm and he lets out a fake wince of pain.
âShut up. And no, for your information, I didnât.â
Miguel hums, his eyes quickly glancing back to the television screen as he tries his best to ignore the sinking feeling of disappointment in his lower abdomen. Guess he should cancel tomorrow then.
âBut I had a favor to ask you.â you turn your body, shifting your position to face him. Miguel merely raises a brow, humming deeply again with his eyes still glued on the screen.
âI was wondering if youâdâŠshow me how toâuhhh how do I put this? Suck someone off.â
Miguel froze. Oh, now you had his attention.
âÂżQuĂ©?â
You freeze, clearing your throat as his eyes snap back to you. âI mean it was just a suggestionâ I-Iâve watched a few videos but Iâm still kindaâI justâ I mean, I donâtââ
âYou donât know how to give a blowjob?â
It was a bit more blunt than you had wanted to put it butâŠyes.
You nodded silently, now choosing to avoid eye contact. âI just wanted some tips, yâknow? What do guys generally like? Iâve read that some like it differently than others soâŠâ
âWhy are you asking me?â
Ah yes, the million dollar question. Why were you asking your hot ass roommate for blowjob tips? You had the choice to ask anyone: your best friend, or another friend or even a random stranger on the internet. Why him?
âYouâreâŠexperienced.â was all that you could come up with. âAnd not in a bad way!â You quickly correct. â but I can assume youâve had your good shares ofâŠthat.â
Miguel raises a brow again, swallowing thickly. Anxiety was now bubbling at the base of his stomach. You were asking him how to please a man and immediately his mind jumped at the thought of you with your valentineâs date at the end of the night. Ah, you were asking for your date.
âWell, did you just want tips or did youâŠâ he trails off without finishing the sentence, thinking how weird it would be to finish the sentence that had popped up in his mind.
â âOr did Iâ what?â You repeat, tilting your head ever so innocently.
âOr did you want to practice on me?â
/
And thatâs how you got here. Kneeling on the floor between the thighs of your very own roommate whom you have only known for less than a year. Was this what you were expecting when asking for advice? Of course not. But there was a sense of excitement that grew in the pit of your stomach and you werenât going to complain about it.
âSo how do I start?â You glance up at Miguel, your eyes wide with innocence and curiosity to learn. Just from the way that you looked at him, he was already beginning to get hard.
âWell, you just start.â
You roll your eyes, âOkay, doofus. So you expect me to just get into it? No foreplay or anything?â
âThereâll probably be some foreplay with your date and stuff butâŠwe donât have to do that.â
For a split second thereâs an aura of hesitation between the two of you; him regretting his last words and you almost wanting to reject his assumption. Mutually, thereâs a little voice inside of you that tempts you both to take the chance and do this properly.
But of course, this was a lesson.
A mere, innocent favor from a roommate. With no strings attached. Or feelings for that matter.
Even if it killed you both to suppress them.
You nod silently, taking mental notes. Miguel raised his hips a little to pull down his sweatpants, enough so that you could access him with ease. Now youâre starting to get nervous. Your heart was palpitating so much that you could hear your own heartbeat thump in your ears. âI-â
âIf you donât want to, we can stop.â He quips quickly, noticing your hesitation.
You pause, reflecting for the final time whether or not you wanted to do it. Once you made your decision, you glanced up at Miguel.
âItâs not like I have much time left to practice, right?â
Miguel raises a brow. After all, Valentine's day was tomorrow so you needed all the practice that you could get. âIf youâre sure.â
âIâm sure.â you vocalized, trying to sound more confident in this way.
âOkay, lemme justââ Miguel mumbled to himself as tugs down his boxers. You noticed the way the bottom of his shirt hiked up a little, presenting his happy trail; a dark bush of hair leading all the way down to hisâŠ
Oh.
Itâs big. Bigger than you thought. And heâs not even hard yet.
Miguel seethes a little, his cock only semi-hard. He pumps himself a few times before removing his hand, leaving it up to you. His arms now rest on the back edge of the couch, widening his thighs a little more for accessibility.
âHoly shitâ, you think to yourself, how the fuck were you supposed to deal with this?
Miguel caught onto your expression, panic drawn all over your face. âWe canââ
âNo.â you interrupt him, reading his apprehension too. His concern for you is more than obvious. âI want to.â
Miguel chuckles a little, âI was going to suggest to take it slow but yeah, if youâre still up for it.â
You swallow thickly, edging nearer before planting your hands on his thighs. This is so alien to you. After many months of tiptoeing around him at a distance, it was scary how fast you found yourself in a position of intimacy with him.
Sure, many times before have you fantasized about what it would be like to get close to him. With the sounds of moans coming from his bedroom late at night, it wasnât hard for you to figure out how much of a woman pleaser he was.
Slowly, your hand wraps around his cock, feeling him get harder and harder with every second that passes. You think back to the videos that you had watched previous to this, noticing that most of the women decide to give a few strokes before going in with their mouth. You imitate them easily, watching your hand move.
You take in every fine detail: every vein, every twitch, every shade leading from the tip to the base. The crown of his cock is thick, becoming redder with every stroke as juices of pre-cum subtly spilling away.
âJusâ like that.â Miguel murmurs and you notice how his tone is a little lighter than before. âWhen youâre ready, you can lick the tip a little, warm yourself up to it.â
You hum in response. You canât bring yourself to look at him, not yet at least.
Once again, you think back to the porn videos you had watched, imitating the women by tracing little circles across the tip of his dick. Miguel lets out a drawn out groan and little by little you can feel his body relax as you continue on. It tastes salty. The tip of his cock is reddened and soft.
For a minute or two you continue to trace circles, closing your eyes in the moment, allowing yourself to relax and get rid of any nerves or doubt. Miguel says nothing more, his teeth softly biting down on his lower lip, he watches as you hesitate, unsure of how to continue from here.
Miguelâs hand soon reaches for your chin, causing you to pause and tilt your head up towards him. His hand cups right under your lips and your face turns to confusion for a split second before he lets out his command.
âSpit.â
For some reason, your body listens to him without a second thought.
âItâs okay if it gets messy,â he advises, âthe messier the better.â
You make a mental note of that.
You make sure to be careful with your teeth as your lips part around his cock. Once again you take it slow, letting your mouth adjust to his size. Heâs bigger and thicker than you had expected, barely halfway before he already fills up your mouth. Your eyes water as you attempt to take him whole, a decision which you realize quickly was too hasty as you reach your gag reflex.
âHey, hey, hey, donâtâ mierda!â Miguel sits up a little, trying to pace you. Your eyes water and saliva continues to pool out of your mouth, dripping down to his balls. Your cheeks are full of his cock and as if following his instincts, Miguel almost wants to hold your head there. It takes all of his resilience not to place his hand at the back of your head. He let out a grunt at the warmth of your mouth, coaxing him to stay a little longer. But unfortunately if he does, then he may cum sooner rather than later.
You feel his fingers tap your shoulder, âHeyââ he manages to draw out, âbreaâbreathe through your nose.â You attempt to do so, just letting off a few inches of his dick, letting your hand stroke whatever you canât take. With you, you can build up a pace more freely, bobbing your head up and down. You close your eyes, concentrating on keeping your rhythm, a steady pace for now.
Fuck it, Miguel gives into his instincts, letting a hand cup the back of your head ever so lightly.
âFuck, keep going⊠youâre doing so well.â
Miguelâs praises boost your confidence, the simple phrase removing past doubts that had cast over you. You pause to allow yourself to breathe, your hand stroking his length in the meanwhile and Miguel seems to cup your chin again.
âMĂrame.â
One simple order and he has you hooked and, god, you have a gorgeous view.
His dark brows are deeply furrowed. Chest rising and falling heavily, His hands are now by his side, prominent veins from his other arm lead to the back of his hand which currently grips a pillow on the couch. His eyes are beginning to droop, with his head tilted back slightly. You notice how his Adam apple bobs in his throat with every guttural hum that he makes. His mouth is just about agape enough for you to spot his pink tongue peeking out at you.
And as for him? The sight of you is more wondrous than he could ever imagine. Your eyes are also heavy-lidded. Lips plump and wet with saliva dripping down your chin. This is a side of you that heâs never seen before. Your eyes glow with submission, the innocence and inexperience peeling off of you. If you keep looking at him with that expression, heâs not particularly confident that heâll be able to hold on for that long.
âDonât stop looking at me, okay?â
You hum a little before your lips open wide to wrap around his cock again. Yet this time, you manage to keep eye contact. Another unrestrained grunt leaves Miguelâs mouth, his lips parting once more.
Youâd say that youâre confident now, relaxed more than ever â confident enough to begin exploring. Keeping his cock in your mouth, you begin to bob your head at a rhythmic pace and at the same time a free hand reaches down to his base, lightly tracing over his balls.
A sharp inhale leaves his mouth. âYouâre gonna kill me, you know that, nena?â
You hum in response, the vibration of your mouth causing a helpless moan from your roommate. You focus near the tip of his cock, returning back to tracing circles over the slit. One hand still pumps the rest of him whilst the other gently teases his balls with your fingertips.
Heâs closer than you think. And you can tell by the way that his hips begin to shift a little as if heâs trying to get more of your touch. He tilts his head back, chest rising and falling at a more dramatic pace. âShitâshitâshit-mâgonna, mâgonna cumâ ifâ if you keep going⊠oh fuck!â
âWanâ me to swallow it all?â
Youâre practically teasing him at this point. Fuck, heâll do anything, anything. And this time he doesnât hold back in vocalizing this, the words âyesâ falling from his tongue, pleading, begging you to continue. âYes, yes, donât fucking stop.â
You decide to grant him his wishes, turning to a faster pace as you stroke his length with your hand. You can feel his cock twitching, thick veins rubbing against your palm.
âYou close, migâ?â you taunt, watching as he closes his eyes in pure euphoria. He nods, inchorant words fall from his lips in a babble as his hips jerk upwards and his thighs tense around you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck mâcumming! Mâgonnaââ
Miguel manages to cut himself off with a deep groan, lifting his hips up as you wrap your lips around him for the last time. His cock twitches, veins pulsating as your mouth is filled with his white seed. You swallow as much as you can, trying to bear the salty taste. His cum is thick, spurting so much out you think you wonât be able to keep up. Some leaks out, dripping down his shaft. As soon as youâve swallowed, you lap up what you missed.
âFuck, wait, waitââ
âMâcleaning you up.â you mumble. You can tell how sensitive he is. Just from your tongue lightly licking his length so as to not waste anything, his cock twitches. Once satisfied, you pull away, your tongue licking at your bottom lip.
Apart from the sound of the now forgotten movie playing in the background and the sound of light panting coming from Miguel, thereâs a silence between the both of you.
You lean back, resting on your heels as you begin to grow aware of your actions.
Youâve just sucked off your roommate. Correction. Your hot ass roommate.
Neither of you know what to say. You begin to avoid his eye contact, feeling the awkwardness creep in. Yet, it fails to fully entrap you as Miguel chooses to bite the dust and speaks first.
âFor someone with a mouth that doesnât shut up, Iâm surprised you know how to use it well.â he mutters, pulling up his boxers and sweatpants.
All tension from your body begins to evaporate, a slight smile appearing on your lips.
âHey, whatâs that supposed to mean?â you frown, wiping off remnants of his cum mixed with your saliva from your lips with the back of your hand.
âNothing, nothing. You were justâŠgood for someone who hadnât done anything like this before.â
Unlike when you were sucking him off, his praise causes heat to rise to your cheeks, your face burning up. And like a few moments ago too, you continue to avoid his eyes.
Clearing your throat, you move to stand, gesturing that youâre about to go to your room. The movie is just about over but neither you nor him were worried about that anymore.
âAny other advice that I should take?â you say.
Miguel frowns, taking a few moments to think deeply. If heâs being completely honest with himself, that orgasm has crushed him. Leaving him with nothing but thoughts of you and that sweet mouth of yours. Just thinking about it almost makes him hard again.
A part of him almost dares to tell you to forget your date tomorrow and to go out with him tomorrow. The card and flowers addressed to you, wait patiently in his room, a last-minute gift after weeks of building up the courage to ask you. All that courage is lost now though.
Heâs too late.
âNo.â He says, finally, going against his instincts. âJust do exactly what you did for me.â
âNo complaints?â
âNo complaints.â He clarifies. A deep pit of regret and hurt builds up again in his lower stomach, a feeling that heâll have to start getting used to. He deserves it, he thinks, for not asking you sooner. He has no right to be jealous that someone else beat him to it. Not when he wasnât dropping enough signs to prove thatâŠ
heâs falling in love with you.
Before entering your bedroom, you pause, the door leading to your bedroom slightly ajar. âHey.â
Miguel glancing up to look at you.
âThanks.â
Miguel says nothing more and really he should be the one thanking you for the heaven that youâve just taken him to. He waits until he hears your bedroom door close and lock before letting out a sigh that he didnât know he was holding in.
After heâs sure that you wonât return, Miguel pulls out his phone, tapping his screen until he reaches a certain page.
âAre you sure you want to cancel your reservation for a âtable for twoâ on the 14th of February ?â
After a mere moment of hesitation, he confirms. His thumb clicking on âyesâ.
part 2.
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