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navstuffs · 11 months

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How would Leon Kennedy and Carlos Oliveira react to a GN!Reader who gets lazy/tired while on top

author's notes: there is a meme around tumblr that says, "horse pretends to be dead every time it needs to go on a ride." so yeah, this is sorta where this idea came from.

(NSFW +18 UNDER CUT)

Leon Kennedy

Leon knows you will get tired as soon as you offer to be on top. He watches as your hips snap lazily against his, keeping a short set of pace that doesn't make his whole cock disappear inside of you. He is focused on your pleasure expression, eyes semi-open, and wrinkled forehead. You look adorable and irresistible, he thinks. Leon's hands hold lightly in your hips as yours hold into his shoulders for support.

You try to fasten the pace even with your legs complaining, be a good lover, and not get lazy. You got this. You are in total control and enjoying yourself as you ride your boyfriend's dick.

But you both know you need more friction, and Leon has noticed the pout forming on your lips.

"Honey? Can I move now?" Leon asks, and you are almost tempted to say no. But your sex is eager to be touched, and you know you won't be able to keep up much longer.

Poor Leon, you think, as he pleads with his eyes, begging you to allow him to take control.

When you nod, a little embarrassed of your performance, all thoughts vanish from your mind when Leon changes the angle of his legs and starts to hit a spot that makes you see stars. Again. And again.

"Feeling good?" Leon grunts, and you roll your eyes, mumbling a yes.

He doesn't stop, just snaps faster inside you, his thrusts not faltering for one moment. Leon likes to watch you melt in his arms, biting his lips as he continues hitting that delicious spot that makes you moan louder. It is with pride and possessiveness feeling on his heart that Leon knows only he gets you to feel like that. No one else.

His hands grab your asscheeks, and you have to hold tight to his shoulders, his shirt, anything, so you don't lose your mind. He leaves you a blabbering mess, with incoherent thoughts and desperate moans imploring for more, if it is even possible.

"That is it, honey. That is it" Leon whispers satisfied, your body just clay on his hands. You would let him do whatever he wants with you at this point. One of your hands goes instinctively to your sex, rubbing it, desperate to feel your release.

It doesn't take long for you to cum, Leon's whimpers of encouragement being the last straw. Your whole body shakes as you moan his name, and you feel Leon hiding his face into your neck, marking you as his as he cums.

You both remain like this until Leon licks the spot he bit, whispering close to your ear.

"My turn to be on top next."

Carlos Oliveira

Carlos's hands grip tight into your hips as you slowly sit on his cock. Your hands are on his chest, your eyes closed for better focus as you move down, his cock burying deep inside of you. Though lubricated enough, Carlos is still big. That's why he doesn't complain when you take him slowly, your hands using his chest as support. He doesn't mind, and he prefers like that until you get used to his size. The movements keep slow and torturous, and Carlos is confused if you are trying to kill him now.

"What are you doing? Are you okay?" Carlos asks, his voice expressing concern as he scans your face. "I am not hurting, am I?"

"No."

As you continue the slow pace, Carlos tests by moving his hip once, and you bite your lips. He does it again, making you moan.

"Do you want me to move?" Carlos tries because he seriously tries to let you do what you want but needs more. He needs to bury himself deeper inside you.

"Am I not doing a good job?" Your tone sounds hurt, and Carlos tries to explain himself.

"That isn't what I am mean-" That's when he realizes your big naughty grin.

You don't answer, and Carlos wonders if that isn't exactly what you want. He pulls his legs up, bringing your body down into his chest, and thrusts his hips fast inside you, not stopping. Carlos adds more strength in every thrust. You want to move your hands for support, but Carlos uses one hand to grip your arms behind your back, and you can't move.

He keeps ramming into you, the headboard hitting the wall. Carlos likes to watch your eyes roll into your head, your leaking sex rubbing against his pubic hair, bringing him even more over the edge.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

You can't even form a sentence to answer him, so close to your orgasm as you are. When you finally cum, screaming Carlos's name, it doesn't take long for him to follow you. He groans loudly, biting your shoulder and holding you tight in his arms, letting every drop of his seed inside you.

After taking a moment to relax, you flop to his side of the bed, gasping for air. Carlos gives you a side-eye as he wonders, curious.

"What was that?"

"Just trying to tease you," but Carlos knows there is more. He turns to your side, that face of his knowing you are hiding something. You admit, defeated. "Fine. I got lazy."

"You should have told me" Carlos brings you close to his body, kissing the top of your forehead. "I wouldn't have any problem getting on top."

You nod in answer, nuzzling into his chest happy and satisfied.

#leon kennedy x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #leon kennedy x you #carlos oliveira x you #leon kennedy smut #carlos oliveira smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #carlos oliveira #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy fanfic #carlos oliveira imagine #carlos oliveira fanfic #the preparation for the ot3 slowly comes #i swear when i put those three together i will destroy them

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adrinktostopyourthirst · 4 months

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REBELLION Masterlist

By some miracle, you get saved from the consequences of your own actions. You're reluctant to join a supposedly good cause. What happens when the good cause is not so legal? And what - or who - is your soft spot?

(warnings: fluff, smut, angst and violence. 18+.)

◌ part one : caution

◌ part two : loose NEW

◌ part three : bare (coming)

◌ part four.

◌ part five.

#rebellion series #oneshot #series #writing #masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #i can pretend like i know whats coming but im seriously making this up as i go #writing part one right now #its sloooooooow burn so bear with me #think pride and privacy alright #i miss you i swear

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kazutora-kurokawa · 12 days

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Okay so I gotta share this because it's been on my mind for a minute and I like to share my little thoughts lol

Imagine being in a poly relationship with Rindou and Shion...like they're literally just an emotionally stunted introvert and a cocky trashtalking loser, but I desperately need both of them 😫

Rindou would be more experienced than Shion with women and would have to teach him how to eat you out. I can imagine him smacking the back of Shion's head whenever he does something he thinks is wrong.

Shion has a tongue piercing (cuz I said so lol) and takes it out when Rindou is around but when you're alone together he's pressing it against your clit, eating your pussy like the mad dog he is 😮‍💨

Then Rindou finds out and tries to one up him by eating you out for longer and making you cum a few more times than Shion did 🫠

Cue them having a pussy eating competition, spending all night trying to make you cum more than the other

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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

@manji-hoe might've slightly inspired this thought lol

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #rindou x reader #shion x reader #rindou smut #shion smut #Rindou x reader x Shion #gimme my precious losers RN #they're so hot it's not even funny 😭#I wanna expand on this idea so bad but I have a project I'm working on (not Tumblr related) and a request to finish 😫#I swear I'll come back to this lol

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bakubunny · 4 months

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f!reader | kaoru’s pace was slow, measured. precise. moans cascaded through the room with every thrust of his hips into yours. legs wrapped around his waist, you had one hand tangled in his hair while the other ran over his back. his arms were wrapped around you in an embrace, one large hand gently massaging the back of your neck. soft kisses traced from your ear to your collar bone, unhurried and full of care. his lips moved back upward and along your jaw. he met you with a tender kiss.

you gripped kaoru a little tighter and fluttered around his thick cock as his tongue invaded and slid over yours, eliciting a groan from him. shockwaves of pleasure radiated from your core when his pace increased slightly, just enough for him to fuck you harder, deeper, the sound of skin on skin adding to the rush of heat in your body. you moaned into his mouth. he broke the kiss and returned to the crook of your neck, tracing it with the same head spinning tenderness as before.

your breath grew heavier as you moaned his name, a sound he’d never tire of, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

“fuck, you make the prettiest sounds. my sweet songbird.” kaoru moved a hand down to your ass and pulled you into him a little with each stroke.

the flurry of sensation caused by the added pressure made you gasp and keen as your fingers dug into the lean muscle of his back and tightened your grip on his hair. kaoru laid his full weight on you and moved his hand from your neck to match the other. he relished the way you trembled in his arms and cried out when he started again, moaning low into your ear as your nails dragged across his shoulder. every thought left your head long ago, now turning fuzzier by the second under the heft and size of the man fucking into your messy cunt as your vision blurred.

“daddyyy-ngh, feels so fuc- so fucking good, please don’t stop,” you slurred.

kaoru scoffed, but you come hear the playfulness in his tone. “you forget who’s fucking you?”

“huh? no?… shit, ‘m sorry.” you buried your face in his shoulder. “‘m s-sorry, i won’t - i just - i love you and-”

“shhh, it’s okay, darling,” he said softly. kaoru fucked a deep, tender spot in your cunt that forced you to bite back a whine. “let me hear it again.”

@neon-gothicc @dcsiremc @thenamesmiz @i-literally-cant-with-this

#💖#we all knew this was coming #we all know this is ooc #pretty princess is still subject to blorbo treatment #eta: this has nothing to do with joe i swear 💀#dropping this in the queue and crawling back into my hole of shame #x reader #sk8 #sk8 smut #kaoru sakurayashiki #kaoru smut #sk8 cherry #tw daddy kink #f!reader #sk8 x reader #bakubunny

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kisses4kaia · 1 year

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if you can please do one where charlie gets caught jerking off to pictures of reader 😞🙏🏽

a/n; absofcknlutely i have so many thoughts?? ALSO KEEP THE REQS COMING !!!!! fem reader 💋, 17+ nsfw content .

a picture of me and the thought 📸 - c, walker ,,

time seemed to pass slower than molasses during study hall. it was the last period of the day and there was nothing to do at all.

"you're totally full of shit, kirbs. y/n, don't you think charlie is kind of cute?" jill turned to talk to you. you picked up your head from off the desk and looked at her.

"hm?" you were far too tired to be asked any question right now. jill rolled her eyes. "charlie. do you think he's cute?"

you pondered for a second before giving a small nod of your head. "i think it's the hair, i would love to tug on it" you cracked a half-hearted smile, not wanting to come off as a total bitch.

"ha! see? i told you," jill continued rambling to her blonde friend.

charlie, who sat a few seats behind you, overheard the conversation, and the thought of you pulling on his locks whilst he tasted you, or even got to fuck you flooded his mind.

he felt his pants get tighter and was silently begging for the alarm to ring.

after what seemed like forever, the bell finally sounded and caused an uprising of every student, and the hallways began to fill.

"oh, and don't forget! you have a group project if you're in mrs. smith's class!" the teacher whom was supervising the period called out to the teenagers itching to go home.

you groaned at this. it wasn't too bad, though. jill, kirby, robbie, and charlie were in your group.

"shit, whose place are we going to work on the project at?" kirby spoke as your group assembled around your lockers.

"my place is free tonight. everyone meet at 7?" charlie raised his hand. you nodded. "cool, see you all then." you immediately went for the exit and finally left.

as you dreamt of cotton candy clouds and sugar wafers, you hear a blaring noise from your phone, which lay beside you on your bed.

"fuck!" you immediately scrambled out of bed when you saw the alarm title which read "6:15, meet at charlie's".

he told you guys to meet at 6! you were totally late.

you threw your hair up and tossed on whichever pieces of clothing you could find scattered across your floor.

you did a quick once over in the mirror and realized your choice of clothing was a pair of denim shorts and a low cut crop-top. of course, you pick the sluttiest outfit you possibly could've.

you couldn't be bothered to be bothered about it, so you slipped on your shoes and hurried out of your house.

as you pulled up to charlie's house not even 5 minutes later, you noticed only 1 car in the driveway. weird, where is everybody?

you approached the front door and rang the doorbell. no answer. you softly pressed your knuckles against the door and tapped your fist against the wood. still, no answer.

this was definitely illegal, but you then tried to just.. open the door. when it worked, you cautiously stepped through the frame.

you looked around and tried to find charlie's room.

"charlie?" you called out. again, no answer. this was starting to feel like a game of cat and mouse.

it was then you heard a soft noise from down the hallway.

you approached the door, which was half-cracked open and the sight widened your eyes.

"fuck, y/n... mhm, yeah, don't stop," the words left his lips with unbelievable ease.

he was naked, chest rising and falling as his left hand pumped up and down his length, whilst his right was in front of his face, seemingly holding a polaroid picture.

he didn't own a polaroid camera, but you did. your mind flashed to last year's stab-a-thon, in which you brought your camera and took many pictures of yourself and charlie, and only let him keep one.

it couldn't be. the guy you've been slowly falling for jerking off to the thought of you, the sight of you? no shot.

you were so deep in thought that you didn't even realize that you leaned forward and swung the door wide open. you stumbled into the room, alerting him of your presence

his eyes which were once half-lidded, were now wider than grapefruits. his cheeks flushed a deep maroon.

"y-y/n?! what a-are you doing here?" he immediately went to cover himself up. "uh, it's 6? you said to meet at your place at six?" you said, stifling a laugh.

"7! i said 7!" he exclaimed. oh. you were so tired, you were taking everything anyone said with a general consensus rather than actually retaining it.

"oh. well, um.. pardon me if i read this wrong but, that doesn't change the position we're in, charlie," you hadn't even noticed the heat throbbing in between your legs until you started walking towards the bed.

you sat on the edge, slowly moving to peel his hands off of his crotch. "well, n-no. but-" you cut him off by gently beginning to pet his cock.

"but what? but that you were doing perfectly fine with a picture of me and the thought? right. tell me to stop and i'll stop," you cooed as your hand moved up and down his dick.

he relaxed quickly when you pulled your top off, allowing your breasts to free. he melted into the mattress as you moved to the in-between of his legs.

you moved to allow your mouth onto him, but he stopped you quickly. "wait, wait," he placed his hands on your shoulders, halting your movements.

"what is it, baby?" you sat back, waiting for him to tell you what he wanted. "can you... sit on.. my... face?" he whispered so low that you pretended not to hear it.

"what was that? sorry, i didn't quite catch that," you teased, leaning closer to his face. "can you sit on my face?" he said all at once after a deep breath.

"good boy. yeah, i think i could do that for you," you pressed a small kiss to his lips. his lips chased yours as you pulled away. the whines he elicited were angelic.

you removed all of your other garments and situated yourself above charlie's face, hovering. "ready?" you asked.

wordlessly, he forced your thighs down onto his face. a gasp left your mouth and your hand immediately gravitated toward his hair.

the tug of your hand riveting against his scalp could've made him orgasm untouched. instead, he whimpered against your cunt, which was more like a hum considering you muffled any sound he wanted to make.

his tongue dipped deep into you and explored your walls like his life depended on it. his nose pressed against your clit and an especially loud moan escaped your pretty lips.

you rode his face and desperately chased your high whilst also providing words of praise for the boy beneath you.

it was very soon after that you met it, your release finally washing over you as you let out a relieved sigh.

"fuck, you are so good for me, baby. such a good boy," you praise falling back onto his chest and allowing yourself to see his face.

he was so fucking pretty. every feature looked fucked out and sultry. his lips were pink and plump and his hair stuck to his forehead whilst your arousal dripped down his chin.

the sight was erotic, pornographic, even. "t-thank you," he breathed out, not meeting your line of sight.

a few moments of you catching your breath passed when charlie spoke again.

"shit, it's 6:59!"

#kai's got mail <3📑#nonnieees💗#charlie walker smut #charlie walker #rory culkin #i love these charlie reqs keep em coming !!#i need to stop posting in the early a.m.'s 😔#scream 4 #scream #i swear im pushing the rory culkin agenda too hard rn wtf😭#kaia writes charlie

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m-ayo-o · 4 months

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kisuke urahara, who has a variety of your nudes and hot pics saved in multiple folders on his desktop so he can experiment and jerk himself to different pics 'for science'.

when you question him on the strangely organised setup he tries to defend himself;

"it's so i can work out which ones make me cum quickest."

he aims to make a 'top tier' folder that are all his favourites, one of which he excitedly shows you.

"this one! this beauty made me cum in three minutes!"

he almost seems proud. unashamed at least.

but your face screws up and you wonder why you sent him such a lewd picture of your fingers spreading your pussy with a view up your stomach and tits, showcasing a fucked out and embarrassing look on your face.

"it's an all time record. maybe... it can't be beaten..?"

he gives you a look and you know what he's doing immediately, but you can't deny that slightly competitive nature of yours that he's playing into perfectly.

and, of course, you buckle.

"we'll see about that."

after which you initiate the game of his dreams whereby you send him more and more filthy pictures each day until he fesses up that he came in a minute flat.

but you need hard evidence.

"send me a video then, genius."

#urahara kisuke x reader #kisuke x reader #kisuke bleach #kisuke #kisuke urahara #bleach drabble #bleach smut #18+ content #i'm working on a kisuke fic #I SWEAR #it's one where he's your pharmacist :'((((#it's coming #one day

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bishiglomper · 1 month

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Coming across @st-alastors-confessional out in the wild and abruptly seeing their sophisticated yet absolutely sinfully depraved replies be like:

They should not just be allowed to escape their enclosure like this, Jesus fucking Christ

#i c a n n o t with them #i swear #dear lord #reading smut i can handle but the shit that comes outta their blog omfg #im ded #st alastors confessional #st alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #nun alastor

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sugoi-writes · 1 month

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Scream Machine - Part 3 (An Alastor x Reader fanfic)

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this part! I was really tossed up on whether or not to have smut in this part... I decided no smut on this part. Can't rush to the good part! The next should be VERY very steamy, though! This is a strictly - plot heavy part. Haha

No major warnings! Please enjoy!

True to his word, Alastor had sent help your way. A chaste knock came to your door, and you opened it to a small horde of black and white minions, inky and oblong. The stitches that held their forms together were groteque, hardly holding the poor bastards together as you saw frays and tears... It appeared these were sinners bound to Alastor's whim. And Alastor seems to work them nearly to their second deaths. You shuddered but gave them a courteous smile as you allowed the entities inside. Wordlessly, they started to collect your belongings, you having neatly prepared them.

" I uhh-- I have a cab? I don't know if y'all can understand me, but we can load everything up when it gets here--" You jumped as a static, shrill sound erupted from behind you, followed by a low, monotone hum. The sound reminded you of a lightsaber, making you hopeful that this was something benevolent (silly, maybe, but a sinner could dream). Slowly, you turn towards the sound, only to be met by a gold-rimmed portal. Your eyes were wide with disbelief, as the ominous steps of the Hazbin Hotel looked back at you from the other side.

"Oh-- well, I guess-- I guess this is fine?" You were a little nervous, unsure if this portal was Alastor's doing, or someone else's. The gold immediately made you think of the Morningstars, but you weren't sure if that should be comforting or terrifying. Continuing in silence, Alastor's henchman began heaving your things through the portal. You were relieved, mentally… Had you had all of your belongings from Earth, this process would have taken MUCH longer; especially if you were by yourself. You helped with the little bits that were left over, stepping cautiously through the portal with your final piece of luggage. Once you set yourself on the steps of the hotel, the golden portal closed behind you. You swallowed hoarsely, nerves wavering as you started to ascend. Was this truly a good idea? And was your decision... rushed?

The money? A heavenly perk. A free place to live, with free amenities and services? Excellent! But… the man holding the other end of the chain… Alastor. That was the only catch to this whole arrangement...

How would he treat this situation, based off of your tryst in the alleyway, just hours before? Should you pretend that it never happened? Should you be expecting more of the 'unexpected' from him? Should you have so hastily agreed to come to this place?

Your mind was racing with possibilities and dismay as the doors to the hotel slammed open. You narrowly missed the golden bellhop's cart as it came barreling down the stairs, carrying two riled up passengers. Once at rock bottom, you saw a tall, vivacious spider demon and a petite, spunky cyclops demon. As both dusted themselves off, they laughed breathlessly, wiping tears from their eyes.

"Fuck, you should've-- you should've seen the look on your face, Ange!" came the smaller one, one that you had realized to be upcoming heavy-hitter: Cherry Bomb. Her partner in crime elbowed her playfully, adjusting his clothes and hair," Watch it, sugar tits! Your heart almost fell right outta your ass when we ran over--"

And suddenly, the pair had noticed you, shakily picking yourself up as you groaned. Angel fretted, his hands fanning the air frivolously before coming to your side," Shit-- sorry, sweetheart. Here-- I gotcha." You nodded, taking the help as you were hoisted to your feet. Cherry seemed practically unphased, looking to her nails before back at you," You alright, squirt?"

You felt your face heat up, convinced that you were most likely older than she was," I-I'm fine, thanks… I assume you two are here for me?" Angel laughs, patting you on the back," Yeaaaaaah, sorry 'bout that. We got told by Boss Lady that we had a sudden new recruit. Welcome aboard, toots." Uncharacteristically, the spider demon extends a hand towards you, winking," 'names Angel. I'm assuming you've got one?" You took his hand, a gesture that made your confidence come back, smiling broadly as you shook it. After all you heard about this pornstar, he was… surprisingly courteous? Not that pornstars tended to be assholes, but you hadn't expected to be welcomed to a place in Hell so… normally? Warmly?

Angel repeats the name back to you once you say it, nodding resolutely," The babe back there is my friend, Cherry. We'll help you get your bags upstairs and to your room." You bow your head towards the two, grateful that it wouldn't just be you and the wordless lackies," Thank you. 'Much appreciated. And, good to meet you. I've got to admit, you're the nicest people I've met here so far… This hotel must really be something." Angel cackles, the slap to your back stinging sharply as Cherry laughs right along with him.

" Oh shit-- if you think we're nice, wait until you meet The Pants. She's like-- like THE Disney princess!" Cherry nods hastily, adding," Right? Practically a nut case from how nice she is… But hey: she'll keep a good eye out for ya. I should know." You get the sense that Cherry would have winked, but that would prove difficult for her. You snorted, trying not to laugh at the blatant joke.

"Gotcha, gotcha… good to know that the rumors about her are true…" You followed the pair up the full flight of stairs, a more eager pep in you step as you took in the interior of the lobby. Your eyes blew widely as you took in the extravagant decor, blinking as the lights of the elegant chandelier twinkled in your eyes. So, this would be your new home? It was certainly lavish… something you were a-okay with. You soon took note of the bar, nodding towards it," Y'all have a bar? Nice! I'll have to get a drink soon--"

The anthropomorphic cat demon, the barkeep, made you take pause, causing you to squint," Wait-- Husk? Oh, Husk! You were the Bari-sax, right? I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to thank you for having me in your ensemble tonight!"

You started to make your way over towards the feline demon, his eyes momentarily coming up to look to you. He nodded towards you, tilting his head shortly after," Yeah, you're that kid from the speakeasy, right?" …why must everyone refer to you as a child? You mental strife was cut short by the seemingly nonchalant bartender.

"You' here for this redemption-shenanigans, too?" he drawled, leaning on the countertop as he nursed a half empty bottle of spirits. You winced, eyelid twitching," Actually, uhh… I guess I work here, now? I was hired on for entertainment, so I guess we'll be seeing each other around more." Husk's ears pinned back, eyes widening as his voice dropped impossibly low," …please tell me you were hired by Charlie. Charlie's lady friend?" Before you could speak, a familiar shadow figure appeared to your right.

"Actually, I had scouted this darling jazz player myself!" Your shoulders tensed as Alastor rested a hand there, your face instantly becoming heated from the touch.

" Husker! Surely you've met my new friend here, hmm?" Husk's eyes sharpen, a clear sadness written across his face," Not much yet, nah… I should've guessed you'd've gotten to them first," he nearly spat, disappointment flashing your way. You had little room for rebuttal as Alastor's grin grew larger, leaning in towards the two of you. The Radio Demon was positively teeming with excited, demented energy. For now, he decided to let Husk's tone go, turning his attention back towards you. Husk did not miss the wicked glint in his owner's eyes, warning him gravely about his misstep silently.

"Dear, was your trip over quite alright? Let me tell you, getting the King of Hell to conjure that portal was no easy feat~" Angel Dust and Cherry looked to one another as Alastor rambled, sending you a questioning look before they continued their way down the hall. Presumably, they were heading towards your room. You didn't mind, waving them goodbye silently as they continued. Not wanting to get off to a rocky start, you refocused your attention to the curious Radio Demon.

"It was helpful, thank you. Moving was a piece of cake. Are uhh-- are your little guys alright? That was a lot of stuff to move--" Alastor pulls you into his side, his arm looped around your shoulder. You blinked, and the henchman all vaporized, disappearing," NONSENSE, dear! They've been subjected to much worse horrors than that, I can assure you! Don't worry your pretty little head about such menial things~" You were given an uncharacteristically warm pat on the head… again, like a child. A part of your felt a tinge of disappointment, worried that the alleyway must have really been a one-off situation.

"R-Right… well, thank you, nonetheless. I assume that I should follow those two to find my room? And tour will come once I'm settled in?" Husk rolled his eyes as Alastor laughed, his frequency filled with the delight of a live studio audience," Heavens, no! We must show you around the rest of the hotel first! After all, we wouldn't want you stuck in you room all night with no idea where to go!" You felt Alastor nudge you with his cane, ushering you to walk with him as he began your tour. Husk couldn't help the look of worry he sent your way, as you waved to him apologetically. Surely, you'd have plenty of time to catch up with him later, right? …Right?

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Twenty minutes had passed, before Charlie and Vaggie came through the front doors, carrying groceries and other items for this evening's dinner," Oh, shit!!! That took so much longer than I thought! They should be here by now!" Charlie panicked, running a pale hand through her long locks.

Vaggie looks towards the bar to the snoozing feline, knocking on the counter aggressively," Hey!! Did you see the new sinner come in recently?" Husk woke up with a start, nearly knocking an empty bottle off the counter," Uhhgh… yeah, I did. You can thank Alastor for the 'grand tour'… he's already makin' off with them down the hall…" Vaggie seemed to become nervous, trudging towards the direction you were last seen. Charlie is quick to stop her, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"Babe, we need to find the newcomer. There's no telling what sort of bullshit and terror he's showing them right now. What if he tries roping them into some twisted deal--???"

"Relax, Vaggie! This is one of the first times he's taken an interest in helping one-on-one! Plus, he was the one that recruited them! This is a good step in the right direction for him!" Chalie proudly brings a hand to her heart, sighing dreamily as she looks down the hallway," The hotel may finally be growing on him… He hasn't given a tour since Dad came to the Hotel. Surely this is a good thing! We have to trust that Alastor will show and tell them all the nice, important things! And we can always go find them later, when dinner is ready. And be supportive, if they have a lot of questions."

Vaggie, ever a softy for her love, becomes smitten by her positivity. She takes her hand chastely in her own, nodding," Alright… in that case, let's at least be sure that dinner is perfect. Just in case."

Charlie's eyes well up with exaggerated, animated tears, as if she were fresh from a Ghibli film. Soon after, the lovers leave together to tend to the dinner prep, as Husk returns his throbbing head to the countertop.

By this point, you had been to most every floor but your own, assuming that Alastor's abode wouldn't be too far behind. You look Alastor's way, scratching the back of your neck," Sooo… This is… This is a really nice place. Thank you for having me here and paying me… and all." Alastor tilts his head, quirking a thin brow your way," Oh, don't thank me just yet! You will still have to earn your keep, after all!" You huff, a bit of the nervous energy rolling off your chest. If it came down to blowing the house down, you were confident you could do that," Of course… wouldn't want it any other way."

As the two of you rounded the corner, you were met with a long, expansive corridor. On either end, there sat two opposing rooms: one door was made from a heavy metal, with an "On Air" sign hovering just above. You assumed this to be Alastor's room. At the other end, you saw a finely carved mahogany door, adorned with ornate flourishes of red and gold. Surely, Lucifer's. You looked back towards Alastor, laughing nervously," Aha… I guess you two must be close, huh? You and the Big-Man-Downstairs…?" Somehow, you thought that the Radio Demon being buddy-buddy with Lucifer would be troubling. Say or do one wrong thing, and you'd have the full wrath of the nine hells down your gullet. Alastor scowls, shaking his head despite his wide, misleading smile.

"Oh, Hells no! We couldn't be more opposed, I'm afraid. However, we agree in one front, and one alone." He looks towards you, a somewhat proud look in his eye," This hotel; his Hazbin Hotel that Ms. Charlie has spawned. Though I believe the path to redemption to be a perilous one, IMPOSSIBLE at best… She has very fascinating ideas. Ideas that keep me entertained, and her father proud... ideas that we can't help but want to make happen." Alastor looks towards his studio," And, one that we all seem to gain from, all the same. So... we have a sort of ceasefire in place, in the meantime." He offers you an arm, brows raising earnestly.

"But, before I get too carried away… shall I show you to your quarters?" You blink in surprise, looking around," Am… am I on this floor, too?" Alastor's grin is telling, mischievous and wide. "You did request to have your room close to mine, did you not?" You felt your heart squeeze at the realization. Maybe he did take you, and what the two of you did earlier, seriously. You decided to take his arm, allowing him to walk you towards his end of the hallway," Well, I appreciate you taking that into account. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to make that happen." Alastor chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Oh hardly; it was easy enough! But I did pull a leg or two. Lucifer's, specifically. You would be surprised how easy it is to trip the King of the Hells down a flight of stairs~" Your eyes widened, your face aghast," I-Is he alright?"

Alastor's laugh nearly makes him double over, free hand clutching his sides," Oh, you sweet, precious thing! Lucifer has wings… he only tumbled down the first 5 steps~" You smiled genuinely as Alastor put himself into stitches at his own childish behavior," Oh, but the goose egg that swelled on his head! Now THAT was priceless! Classic entertainment!"

You wiggled your brows up at him, waving to get his attention," You know, make him fall down an extra 661 steps… and I hear he'd end up in DOUBLE hell…"

The two of you looked at each other silently for a moment, before laughing in unison. Alastor was quick to squeeze you closer to him, making your heart flutter in your chest. You had found yourself clever. Alastor simply found Lucifer's pain and bodily torment hilarious.

"Now see, I KNEW you'd be the PERFECT addition to this hotel! I hadn't known you took up comedy, too!" You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliments and goading, your head feeling light as you both finally appeared before your new room. You tried brushing his comments off, but they made your heart flutter all the same...

Just as you were going to reach for the knob, Alastor released your arm, allowing you to take the initiative. Once you had opened the door, you were surprised to see everything already inside, your room lightly furnished," Wow… Angel and Cherry work fast. Either that, or time flies when you're having fun." You look back towards Alastor again, spinning to face him fully.

"I just-- Thank you again for the opportunity, and the tour. I really appreciate everything you've done to get me here." Alastor's smile seems to soften a touch, eyes lidding," Don't fret, dear. Anyone who is a friend of mine is a friend to this hotel. You would have been welcome here, regardless of our little arrangement." Your eyes widened at that, your head tilting," Despite… our arrangement?" Alastor nods, gesturing towards your door. The word 'friend' was most definitely used, but you had yearned for something more... endearing. Your slight disappointment was cut off as Alastor spoke once more.

"Before I leave you to your bidding… may I enter? I'd like to further discuss what we agreed upon." You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms becoming sweaty as you hesitated. Oh boy… here comes the business; the transactional part of things. And oddly enough, you felt a familiar heat travel south... the two of you, secluded and alone? This could become interesting for both of you...

"O-Of course… come on in." You stepped away from the door, allowing your newfound patron to enter to your room. You didn't even notice his shadow slinking up the door, locking it from the inside.

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfic #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #radio demon hazbin hotel #radio demon x reader #gn!reader #ahaha sorry for no smut but some WILL come soon I SWEAR #for all of you that are invested: here comes thirds!!!

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doki-doki-imagines · 9 months

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tw: Smut, scent kink, pee mention, masturbation (m), the reader wears panties but no pronouns are used.

author notes: This is what happens when I wake up and first thing I see is @boyardee-znuts asking for desperate 'Tsumu. I just upped the ante LOL. Hope to go back to normal writings after I finish my exams.

‘Fuck you and your cookie game’ Atsumu thinks while his right hand desperately strokes his hard cock a pair of your used panties adding a new texture to this pitiful experience.

How does he know he looks pitiful? Well, the expression on your face while you look at him leaves no room for doubts.

If you just accepted to help him out now he wouldn’t look like a loser, he wouldn’t have to dig in your dirty laundry to find two panties, like one of those sick perverts, he wouldn’t have ended up looking like this.

The blonde tried at first to look irresistible, he wanted to lure you into joining him after all, you would have fallen for his charming way in…5 minutes? Atsumu did his calculations.

So sad he is so bad at math.

Not only you didn’t even glance at him, but his mind also numbed just after sniffing the scent in your panties. He soon licked the cotton of your panties where he could slightly taste your essence and something more…sour? Is this piss? And why is it turning him on so much?

Atsumu’s head stops thinking, letting this whirlwind of degeneracy engulf him; if doing 10 makes you go to hell then why not do 1000?

He frees his cock from his shorts, not even bothering to pull them off completely, to stroke his aching cock with another pair of your used panties, his hands try to match the rhythm of his tongue, hot muscle still licking up and down the wet cotton, in the desperate search of your flavor that always send a tickle down his spine and make his hips snap up. If only you were really sitting on his face right now, thighs trembling while his fingers leave indents in them, Atsumu is sure that he’d be able to make you mewl with pleasure.

Atsumu pushes his pinkish sweatshirt in his mouth, teeth keeping it up as if his life depended on it. Maybe if he shows his abs, now covered in a thin layer of sweat your willpower will crumble. He opens his eyes, his lashes a bit sticky from newly formed tears, and what he sees?

You are looking at him. Too bad that the disinterest is dripping from your face.

That’s how he finds himself at the starting point, a too-loud moan escaping his throat, reddish lips hanging open, sweatshirt now crumpled and wet sticking on his chest, some of his blonde curls stick on his forehead, but Atsumu doesn’t move them away, hands too busy either stroking his cock or touching his hard nipples.

“You look like a real whore ‘Tsumu.”

“Ah-“ You finally step closer to him, but still out of reach. “Please h-help me” His doe-eyes shining for all the tears spilling on his reddened cheeks, he sits lower on his armchair so he can get his hips near you, each thrust more desperate, his dick twitching begging for your attention.

“I never took you for the begging type.” Your voice is so cold and disinterested, your disappointment only excites him more.

“Please, please-“ A louder moan reverberates in his living room, the music from your game dulled long ago.

“You are really a pathetic guy.” You reply, your feet pushing against his hard-on, making your boyfriend groan in pleasure. “Really, really pathetic” you slowly say, never leaving your position, keeping him afar.

“Y-Yes I am! I’m just r-really disgusting boy.” He bucks his hip on your feet, the rhythm is random and you can sense his orgasm approaching.

So you just step on it harder, your heel pushing hard at the base of his cock.

Seems like it was the right decision, Atsumu’s eyes roll back, and his tongue lolls out staining his face even more with drool. His dick twitches one last time, cum stains both his abdomen and his sweatshirt, his red tip still covered in little globes of cum.

“Are you fine dear?” You finally get closer to him, you remove your feet and pat his head, brushing away the blonde curls to look at him better.

“Do you need something? Water? A warm bath?” Your voice is warm and soothing this time, helping him come back to Earth after the intense orgasm.

He looks at you, eyes still a bit misty, and gulps before talking “Can we cuddle?” His voice is broken and rough. You smile, your hands softly caressing his chin “Yes, dear, let me pick a napkin before.”

You clean him up the best you can before joining him on the armchair, that cracks from the new added weight.

A few minutes of silence go by, some sweet kisses exchanged but nothing more, his breath and heartbeat still.

“You don’t think I’m pathetic, right?” Atsumu looks at you, a smirk gracing his face.

…

“Hey, hey, (Y/n) answer me- where are you going, hey!”

Some things are better left unanswered.

#haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #atsumu miya x raeder #haikyuu x you #hq x you #what a come back to the fandom right? Right????#I swear I'll go back to normal

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sc00tb00t · 1 year

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hurry up ¦¦ peter parker !

peter parker x fem!reader

smutmas masterlist -- peter parker masterlist

words ;; ︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀0.7k

contains ;; accidental voyerisum, cumming in pants, explicit sexual content, explicit language - thats really it ¯\_(´･_･`)_/¯

warning ;; none

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disclaimer ;; the following content is mean for mature audiences only. i do not control what you read but dont complain if you dont like it, you chose to read it

a/n ;; so i dont really like this idea anymore now that i, somewhat, reread it so please i am begging you just trust me with this one. tomorrows will be ten (10) times better and longer

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you had been just sitting in his room waiting for him to get back from whatever he was doing. he was supposed to be back by now but you decided to take your chances. you'd been horny all night and you knew that if you didn’t do something about it before peter got back, you would be in big trouble.

pulling out your airpods, you use your one free hand to slightly push down your shorts to have access to your navy blue panties and pulling your ac/dc shirt up. once you had pulled up a not-so-kid-friendly video, you started to lightly suck on your middle and ring finger. you had to have some type of lube, other than the slick that has built up.

after a few seconds, feeling as if your fingers were well coated in saliva, you take them out of your mouth and started to move them down your body. just barely skimming your perked up nipples and ghosting over your stomach. pressing play on the video, you lightly teased your entrance with one finger while putting some pressure on your clit, making you shiver slightly.

porn didn't particularly turn you on but the noises, oh the noises. it was like music to your ears. it was just something you liked about it. speaking of, you could hear both the actors moaning, the girl just a bit louder. it turned you on so much more. you lightly teased your slit, running the fingers up to your button down to your hole, collecting some of your slick along the way. eventually pushing both your fingers in at the same time you moaned quietly.

setting down your phone, your newly freed hand moved to your boob, fondling it. pinching your right nipple lightly. little did you know that at that exact moment peter walked into the considerably apartment but your headphones blocking out the little noise of the door opening and closing. stopping immediately, peter flushed red almost matching his suit. since his spidey-senses enhanced his hearing, he could hear you lightly moaning.

you started to move your fingers a bit faster than they had been going, that pace not suitable for your needs, making you moan a bit louder. tilting your head back and closing your eyes, you pinched your nipple making you yelp. sensitive nipples are the worst and best thing, you thought. back with peter, he was as hard as rock. he knew he shouldn't be hard considering you're one of his best friends.

as quietly as he could, peter walked over to the door and pressed his ear against the wooden door. since he couldn't just walk into the apartment with a spiderman suit on he had changed in an alleyway into short and a random tee that he had in his backpack, the shorts weren't the best choice because you could easily see the outline of his boner.

mindlessly, he moved his hand down to his erection, cupping it and moaning quietly.

“holy shit!” you belt out, moving your fingers faster, hitting that one amazing spot inside you. with almost every thrust of your fingers you hit that spot, making you see stars. “fuck! feels so good” your not thinking of anyone specific, but imagining it as someone else makes it feel so much better.

the coil in your stomach gets even tighter as you pinch your nipple, rolling the bud in your finger. at this point peter had already put his hand in his boxers, stroking his cock at the pace he believes you're playing with yourself. he does have a pretty good understanding, spidey-senses and all.

something suddenly comes to your mind and you can't help but moan even louder, “fuck! peter!” that's the last straw for peter, it has him cumming in his boxers and struggling to stay quiet. a few more hard thrusts of your fingers has you cumming with a piercing moan.

#°.✮✮ sc00tb00t™#⤷☆｡: *smutmas 2022©#smutmas 2022 #marvel smut #marvel smutmas #marvel #peter parker #tom holland peter parker #mcu peter parker #voyerurism #accidental voyerurism #coming in pants #smut #peter parker smut #this is so bad #i will rewrite it #i swear

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lokislytherin · 1 year

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devil by the window

pairing: current canon idol!dg x gender neutral journalist!reader

summary: you’re just going to interview dg - your bias, your celebrity crush - on behalf of dispatch. what could go wrong?

chapters: one / two

a/n: dg being sus, as y’all are interested 👀👀 this fic does not have any sussy content as in dg will not be taking his pants off. tits may or may not be bared but his pants and yours will be staying firmly on! title from ‘devil by the window’ by tomorrow x together (txt)! enjoy~

warning: canon compliant violence. also reader is kind of horny but that’s the majority of tumblr dg stans so y’all should be thanking me really

there's no way around it: dg is your ultimate bias.

you've been enchanted by him since the moment he debuted - visuals, vocals, dancing, rapping, he's the epitome of talent. he's young and charismatic too, charming half the women in seoul the second he steps foot on stage for the first time. according to the news, he's only a month older than you. he'll change the idol industry, you told your boss back at the time, eyes bright. he'll change the world.

your boss looked back at you, a lowly intern fresh out of high school with nothing to your name, not even a bachelor's degree, only raw enthusiasm for hunting down the truth. okay.

it's very obvious he didn't believe you. you were a nobody, after all.

now, you're twenty-one and studying media and communications at seoul national university, the most prestigious university in south korea. you've got more experience and reference letters to boot. you're interning for dispatch, the most (in)famous entertainment news company in korea. they say they're willing to take you in as an official journalist the second you graduate.

even if dispatch is pretty shitty to idols, your old boss can suck it. you’re working for dispatch now.

it's been four years since dg debuted, and you're still his biggest fan. if dg has a million fans, you're one of them. if dg has ten fans, you're one of them. if dg has one fan, it's you. if dg has no fans, you're probably dead.

which is why you're currently panicking, bouncing off the walls with hysteria at four in the morning. all your colleagues know you as the local dg hard stan, so as the one with the most knowledge about dg you've been scheduled to shadow a sunbae from the journalism department to interview the one and only dg for a cover article in twelve hours.

dg doesn't know who you are, but you've been to every single one of his concerts and fan meets, bought every single one of his albums and made a shrine to him out of photocards. you know him - or at least the version he shows the public - as well as you know your own skin.

you've got yourself a nice outfit: a white blouse with flowy sleeves, a black corset to accentuate your figure, black pants that are just long enough to show off your nice legs. it's better than you've dressed for any date, which would probably explain why you've never had a romantic relationship before. you've always put dg and your studies before everything else, after all.

you’re not sure how long you sleep for, but you shoot out of bed immediately after your alarm starts screaming, and the rest of the morning passes in a similar haze. you don’t even remember getting to the interview spot, but when you do, you’re a whole fifteen minutes early. at least your make-up is looking fabulous.

“excuse me,” says a familiar voice, “are you from dispatch?”

your heart skips a beat. you turn around, and-

“oh,” you breathe, feeling a little weak in the knees.

dg is tall.

he’s taller than he looks on television, and even though he has only the slightest of makeup on his face, the ceo of ptj entertainment is as beautiful as any renaissance painting. he looks almost unreal.

he smiles down at you, warm and friendly. he feels like someone you can trust. “i’ll take that as a yes, then.”

all you can do is nod, because you don’t trust yourself enough to speak.

“would you like to head in first?” dg gestures towards one of the rooms - there are two security guards outside, both of them shooting you dirty looks. you catch dg shooting them an even dirtier look, and they look away, like wounded dogs with their tails between their legs. “you’re the newbie, aren’t you? we can have a little chat before your colleague arrives.”

that sounds a little like a threat, now. but at the same time, dg could make you do anything he wanted and you’d probably thank him for it. “i- i-”

“be not afraid,” he says, still smiling at you, almost inhumanly beautiful. it’s almost like he knows how you joke about him being angel incarnate. well, you’re not scared of him, you’re scared of you. “i don’t bite.” he leans down, and you go cross-eyed at the proximity. “unless you want me to.”

“i- i-”

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding.” he guides you into the room, relaxing onto the couch opposite yours. you’re a rabbit who strolled into the den of a lion, timidly perched on the edge of the loveseat. dg has no shame in reclining across the back of the couch, legs splayed out so he takes up most of the sofa even though he’s only one man. you try your best not to look at the space between his toned thighs, because even if you want to know whether dg really does have the biggest cock out of all the idols, now is not the time to find out.

only then do you realize you haven’t introduced yourself. you jump up and bow, ninety-degrees. “my name is y/n! it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir, i’m a really big fan!”

that doesn’t even begin to cover how big of a fan you are, but he doesn’t have to know that.

he gestures towards your bag, and you finally notice the limited edition that’s been hanging there the whole time. you had to fight people for that. “i could tell.”

ahhhh, that’s so embarrassing! and unprofessional!

“it’s cute. you can call me dagyeom, by the way. that’s my name, after all. no need for dg-ssi. we’re around the same age anyway. as for sir...” he smirks. “you can save that for elsewhere.”

“elsewhere? like... where?”

he spreads his legs wider, like he’s making space for something. he raises an eyebrow almost invitingly. “where do you think?”

is he... flirting? with you? oh god, he’s flirting with you.

nothing in all of your years as a journalist or a dg fan has ever prepared you for this. you’ve never heard anything about him flirting. he’s insanely good at hiding from the press and the cameras. you’ve never been assigned to professionally stalk him before (you’re much better with a frontal approach), but some of your colleagues have, and all of them were caught in the act. he barely even does aegyo for the fanservice.

you give yourself a mental smack in the head. this is the interview of a lifetime! you are face to face with the person you’ve admired for years! you cannot let yourself be horny on main!

he laughs, amusement dancing on his lips as he watches countless emotions flicker across your face in the span of a few seconds. “cute.”

ehhhhhh?

just as that moment, your sunbae barges in. he’s huffing and puffing, clearly having run here, but he’s on time. nobody had told you which sunbae you would be shadowing, but you had been desperately hoping it wasn’t him. you’ve shown nothing but respect for him, as you should, but let’s not even talk about inches, not once has he ever shown you even a centimeter of respect. so he’s late, huh? it feels mean, but you hope he made a bad impression in front of dg. “dagyeom-ssi-”

dagyeom smiles, frigid and unamused, a stark contrast from the way he’d smiled at you. even his spread legs feels less like a calling and more like a threat, although it’s dominant and overbearing either way. “call me dg.”

your sunbae swallows and nods. “dg-ssi, we can begin the interview now.”

wow. dagyeom is really, really biased.

it looks like there’s still a lot you don’t know about him, but your heart flutters in your chest at the feeling of being able to know more.

you’re pretty experienced with interviews - you know the journalist should lead the conversation, and always ask for elaborations from the interviewee. but this time, dagyeom is the one in the lead, constantly offering you chances to speak and ask questions while blatantly ignoring your sunbae.

both of you journalists are helpless under the full force of his charisma as he drives the conversation, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your shoulder. if this interview was a car, your sunbae would’ve been stuffed in the trunk, or tied up with a rope and dragged along behind the car. but when you ask about his past and why he became an idol, he becomes tight-lipped.

there’s probably a reason why he never talks about his past, after all. you were just trying to see if you could get a scoop out of things, or be the first to find out.

“i just thought it was neat,” he says with a shrug. “singing and dancing and making money off that.”

you ask him about his thoughts on aegyo next, and giggle when he makes a face. dagyeom has always hated acting cute for the cameras, but you think he’s cuter when he’s pouting like that and complaining about fan-service.

(you are a much bigger fan for the more… physical kind of fan-service, so to speak. but you would die of shame before admitting to his face that you got all hot and bothered when he ripped his shirt off for a show in the middle of a rap. and that time when he modelled for calvin klein, with the waistband of his boxers peeking out under his tight jeans. and the rich boy concept photos with him in the pool, smirking lavisciously. those toned pecs… the lick-able abs… hhhhnnnnnggggg~

enough, enough! you’ll die of shame right now if you don’t stop thinking about that. luckily, you’re good at multitasking, and you’re fully capable of taking notes dutifully while imagining dagyeom bending you over the table.)

the interview comes to an end all too soon, with all your questions answered except the ones about his past, or his worst fears. he’s been rather vague about some of them, but as an idol and ceo of an entertainment company, dagyeom likes to keep whatever privacy he can, and as a respectful journalist you won’t pry too deeply. even if you did, you’d find out in your own time and never tell him.

just before your sunbae drags you off, dagyeom holds you back, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him. you gasp as he catches you gracefully when you stumble, steady hands on your waist. his hands are big enough to wrap around you entirely, and the realisation makes your cheeks heat. “i’ll keep in touch. i’ve seen your other works. you’re too good for the likes of dispatch.”

“my other…?!”

you can feel his minty breath fanning across your cheeks when he speaks. “see you soon, jagiya. don’t let me down.”

you’re not sure how you don’t faint on the spot, or collapse completely when an email from ptj entertainment pops up in your inbox half a day later, formally requesting you to join the company as part of the media and communications department.

you email them your cv, resume, all your reference letters. i’m still doing my bachelor’s degree in journalism at snu.

this time, kang dagyeom emails you back personally. that’s perfectly fine with me. you can start as soon as next week.

you terminate your internship contract at dispatch at the end of the week. good riddance to the sunbae who had disrespected you. you’ve got the job of your dreams.

#dg #diego kang #kang dagyeom #lee jihoon #james lee #lookism #lookism fic #dg x reader #lookism x reader #me before: ok after i finish sonny x reader i'll never write x reader again. fuckin cringe #me doing this bc i could not resist the idea of dg [redacted for spoilers read to find out]: oh. damn #and then i saw someone say jagiya instead of jeogiyo n i was like oh! byelingual dumbhead gun moment!#and now i have not one but 2 lookism x reader fics #how?? where?? nani tf???#i swear to god i come up with x reader fic ideas every now and then and i Hate it #mainly bc i find reading x reader awkward #bc hello... yn is another character... they aint me...#but writing yn tho. developing yn as their own character even tho that is most definitely not the purpose of x reader fics.#i like that #i tried reading dg x reader fics to see how u guys write dg in general but literally everything was smut #please i am jus a fluff/crack/crime writer

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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ur stucky shit is so good love u so much hope u have a great week

I had stucky bouncing around in my head today and I just need to talk about it 😩 And I hope you have a great week too!!

I really love the thought of mutual masturbation that dissolves into a threesome with Steve and Bucky. Like maybe you're all roommates? The three of you are more than aware that you all have needs and since you're attracted to each other, it almost just makes sense to get off together every now and again.

It's so much better like that anyway, getting to see those two beautiful men, stroking their own cocks while they watch you trail your fingers from your little fluttering hole to your throbbing clit.

"That feel good, angel?" Steve teases with a lazy smirk on his face, his strokes slowing down because he wants this to last. Whoever gets off first tends to get teased by the other two for having no self control and he's determined that it won't be him tonight. In all honesty, it's usually you.

"It's so good." You groan, rubbing tiny, well practiced circles over your own sensitive clit.

"It looks like it feels good. But then again, you were needy today. Bet you were thinking about this all morning. Got yourself all wet and messy before we had even started." Bucky wasn't wrong but it was hard to focus on anything he was saying with the thick droplet of precum rolling slowly down his shaft. You were desperate to taste it. Desperate to get on your knees in front of him and lap it up. But that's not a scenario you should be imagining. Not if you're trying to last.

"Some of these days you're gonna need more than just your own fingers, won't you, honey?" Steve's cock throbbed in his hand and you couldn't help but imagine the weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel to have him hitting the back of your throat.

"I'm surprised she hasn't given in already. Spent all this time showing us just how she likes to be touched. It's almost like she thinks we haven't picked up how to do it right." Bucky's eyes tear away from your glistening cunt, watching your expression carefully for any sign of discomfort at the turn this was taking.

Instead, you just looked even more blissed out and both men seemed to delight in that.

"Always wanted to taste you, doll. Not fair that you're the only one that gets to play with that pretty little pussy." Bucky was the first to move, taking your wrist gently to guide your fingers to his mouth and groaning pathetically as his hot, wet mouth engulfed them.

"You're missing out, Buck." Steve mumbled, settling between your spread legs and kissing up the inside of your bare thighs towards your soaked, neglected core. "Fuck, you're so easy to enjoy." He trailed the tip of his tongue so gently from your hole to your clit and it became difficult to focus on anything other than the two eager, insistent mouths on your skin.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #stucky x reader smut #stucky x reader #I had media training today besties #I had a mock radio interview and a mock TV interview #and oh my god #I got the most insanely positive feedback #I swear I got like 3 minutes of solid praise with no points for development #they couldn't think of any #and it was like I was right back to primary school again and I was the kid who 'is a pleasure to have in class'#he said I was 'calm and strong and really reasonable' 🥺#'it was like we gave you all the questions in advance. you looked like you knew what was coming and you were completely unflappable' 🥺#and that I left no counter arguments standing #I'm just gonna ramble in the tags about this because I was really proud #probably the best thing that will happen this week tbh #I'm very proud of where I'm at rn #things just feel good?#is this what it feels like to be a sim with all their needs met?#my confidence for the last month has just been 📈

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