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rinbowaman · 6 months

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scenario: H/N and Y/N go to a frat party with their bfs and 2 guys start flirting and talking with them while heeseung and Jake are talking separately?

How would each of them react to this and the aftermath for y/n and h/n??

(In Jake’s reaction, h/n is Heethan’s y/n and vice versa.)

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Jake and his y/n:

“Stardust, come here.”

“Yes?”

“Mind telling me what that guy was doing?”

“He was…well he and his friend came over and started to talk to me and h/n—“

“Looks like they were flirting…”

“Well yeah…kinda.”

“And you didn’t tell them to piss of becaaaaaaauuusse?….”

“Well I was going to…I didn’t know how to because I just didn’t want to cause a scene.”

“Cause a scene?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh baby.” Jake sets down his drink and stands from the barstool. “Let’s go back to my room, got some new toys.”

“Babe!” You shoot out a wide eye look as you feels Jake’s strong hands pinch at your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. “Don’t worry stardust, I’m not going to cause a scene…” brushing his finger tip along your skin, there was an odd feeling that didn’t feel quite normal. At least…it didn’t feel like his finger. You look down and gasped in near horror…and pleasure. When did he manage to slip those on?

Wiggling the two fingers, he motions you to come closer. “Let’s go have some fun…”

And you did have some fun…alot of fun. Fun where he instructed you to yell out the versus he compiled in the car ride home, you know…stuff that made things extra intense and sexy.

……..

“Say it again stardust….just like I like it…”

“Ffffffffuck…..fuck m-me! Fuck me jake! Fuck me lllllike y-your dirty l-lllllittle slut!! Oh my God fuck!”

“Oh yeah stardust…you’ve been practicing….you sound so much more confident now….I like that….say it again, louder this time.”

You moaned out the words in heated passion as you felt the stud ram you with his thick member, ringed with the vibrating buzzer that stimulates your clit simultaneously. God…you love it when he caused a scene.

Heethan and his y/n….if you n own ANYTHING about the MGR/MRE/HHP series…Heethan’s reaction is pretty self explanatory.

You tried your best to shoo off the male pair that came up and were being overly audacious with their flirtatious manners. You hurried and tried to back away before he saw what was going on.

“So sorry but seriously, I have to go. I’m not interested.” You quickly migrated away and looked round. “Hey, got your drink.”

You turned suddenly to see Heeseung holding an extra cup. “Oh…thank you.”

He merely gives you a faint, dashing smirk as he sips form his own drink. He must have not seen the two men that came up to flirt with you and h/n. Thank God.

The entire time you both spent at the party was filled with laughter, flirtatious movements and stares as Heeseung moved pieces do your hair away from your face, as usual. And you would sit on his lap and flicker his hat back, so you could rub the tip of your nose against his. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the normal, loving interaction between the two of you.

Finally, you both decided to go home. He opened the car door for you, settled you in the passenger seat before steering the car away. He takes you on the long farm road, the one that he’s taken you in many times before; the same spot where you both went to after your first night. It was typical for you both to take a long drive out to the countryside and gaze at the stars, which was always followed by passion in the back seat. He parks the car, and you both had the fantastic view of overlooking the pasture with nothing but astrological signs greeting you in the night sky.

“I love being here with you.” You calmly tell him as you stare out through the windshield.

“Do you?” His voice calm, and deep. It was so tranquil and still, like calmed water.

“I do.”

He chuckles. “Yeah…I love being here with you too…I love so many things about you….”

“Like what?” You teasingly ask, reaching up and over to run your fingers through the shaggy edge of his hair that peeled from beneath his cap.

“Everything…your smile, your laughter…the way you look even when you’re crying….or when you’re scared. You look so helpless when you’re scared. It’s so sexy and delectable….kind of like tonight.”

You pause in mid motion as your fingers combed through the tapered length at the back of his neck. You were confused. “Tonight?”

“Mmhmm.”

“But…I’m not scared.” You nervously chuckled out.

“Oh but you should be.”

“Why?” Your smile stood strong, barely. You began to tremble as he displays his magnificent side profile, tilting his nose up as he eyes you from the side, smirking handsomely. “Why don’t you tell me ALL about the guy who was trying to take you away from me?…the one that I will shred to pieces later, but for now…why don’t you tell me about how you were so trusting to let him get so close to you…hmm?

Your smile fades and you gasped out.

“Oh you can’t….you can’t tell me all about it.” He mocks a disappointing tone. “Well since you can’t talk…then I’m about to make you scream out my name, because CLEARLY you forgot to tell him who you belong to.”

“Heeseung wait—“

“Heeeeeeere kitty kitty kitty….come here little kitty….daddy wants a taste.”

As crazy as it may have seemed, a part of you was glad that Heeseung…and Ethan reminded you of who you belonged to. The overwhelming sensation of erotic pleasure still beats inside of you, and even after the night was over, you replayed the scene in your head over and over again. Especially im during moments like this, when he’s done with his punishments and youre sitting next to him, as he holds your hand. His thumb stroking the back of your palm, and you’re able to stare into his loving eyes…only this time, he doesn’t have his cock in between your legs…or in your mouth.

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idesofrevolution · 1 year

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Never Enough

I wanted so badly to be like him. I’d stare at him from afar every day I commuted home from work. He was tall, he was stacked, he was dark, he was fuckin perfect. Each time I saw those arms, twice the size of my head, I had to stifle til the little moan I knew would escape my lips. I didn’t know his name, I didn’t know anything about him except he must have lived nearby, since he was jogging nearly every day down the main strip. No shirt, beadlets of sweat glistening on that ebony skin, trailing down a set of washboard abs into a soaked pair of black shorts.

He was everything I knew I could never be. Surely a couple roid rages helped him along the way, but there’s something to be said about genetics. He had the genes I wouldn’t ever have. So I would sit there like creepy voyeurist every day and drool over this sweaty lug of a man I’d never met but so heavily admired.

I couldn’t tell you what the catalyst was for my google search that day. Maybe it was the fact I was bored out of my mind at work, or maybe that angst just kept compiling subconsciously until I finally did something about it. Either way, I found myself seeing what could be done about the way I looked, about who I was. A few pages down the line, well past 20 or so, I saw one result which piqued my curiosity.

“MelaSculpt” was the product. The little snippet of description on the search page described a fitness supplement for black men. I didn’t really think as I clicked the page that I would find anything of use to myself. After all, a black man I am not- but male is male right? And health supplements aren’t discriminative to my knowledge. The page for some company named VitaCorp opened quickly, and the page did take me back a bit. A studly mocha skinned man smirked back at me, flexing his vascular biceps while shoving a small orange pill into the foreground.

“MelaSculpt is the newest addition to VitaCorp’s growing list of nutritional supplements, which is aimed at improving the wellness and physique of men of color. Specially balanced for peak performance and quick results, this supplement will help YOU get the body of your dreams.” I scrolled past the ingredients list and disclaimers, much more interested in seeing the before and after photos of previous clients. The results were staggering. One man was easily 300 pounds overweight in his before picture, and after one treatment he was cut, lean, and healthy. Another was the opposite: gangly and paper thin before, ripped and bulked after. I kept swiping the pictures, before realizing the gallery was almost 200 photos. Before I could stop myself I had already purchased the bottle.

The rest of the day went by as normal, the draining, soul sucking grind of a day working had made me forget entirely that I had bought the supplements. So imagine my surprise upon arriving home when I saw a nondescript black package in my mailbox with a bright orange VitaCorp logo on it. It wasn’t possible! I looked, the company was out of Australia, I wasn’t even close. Unless they had a fulfillment center here in town, this couldn’t be it. Though, sure enough, as I ripped the plastic open, the matte black bottle rolled out into the palm of my hand.

I booked it inside, immediately rushing to my bathroom to examine the contents further. The futuristic font glistened the MelaSculpt name, teasing me as I ripped the plastic ring off the cap and twisted it open. The inside was full of cotton, and after pulling out what seemed like an inordinate amount of it, I saw two large orange pills in the bottom of the bottle. For a moment I was beyond pissed. What kind of rip off scheme did I buy into this time? I grabbed the package, shaking it upside down, hoping for a set of written instructions or a receipt. Luckily, a small card labeled “USER GUIDE” toppled onto the cold tile floor. I picked it up and began to read.

“Thank you for your purchase! We sincerely hope your experience with MelaSculpt enhances your life in every way you might hope. To begin your journey, take a test amount of a 1/4 pill to ascertain tolerance. Do not exceed 2 pills per person in totality.

WARNING: MelaSculpt is designed for use in men of color only. Side effects may include…”

I tossed the card aside, eager to get started. The orange pill glistened in my palm, presegmented into four doses. I broke off the first portion and swallowed it, washing it down with water from the tap. I stood a front the mirror, preparing myself to say goodbye to this corporeal prison and hello to a hunky Adonis like the jogger. It didn’t take long.

It had been merely second before I doubled over. I could hear the bubbling and groaning of my stomach, feeling it gurgle and pulsate. Immediately, I was convinced I was poisoned. Some random website I had found on Google supplied me Arsenic or Ricin… and I was dumb enough to take it. The first burp escaped my mouth, and I could feel instant relief. I stumbled into the bedroom, leaning on the dresser before actually looking down at my midriff. Beneath my shirt, which once was ill fitting and awkward, my stomach seemed to strain against the fabric. I ripped the shirt from my torso, buttons flying off it.

Beneath that cheap polyester were six little bumps vaguely protruding from my former gut. Another belch, and my swollen love handles seemed to collapse in on themselves. I was shocked, no, thrilled to see my waistline shift and bulk as two cumgutters started to balloon out. That was all fine and good, until my head began to spin. Yet another belch. I grasped onto the dresser, trying desperately to balance myself. But just as the world began to warp and blur, I thought I saw the slightest pinpricks of dark skin begin to cascade down my fingertips before it all went black.

I woke up on the ground. My head throbbed with a migraine straight from hell, rubbing my pulsating temples. Light streamed through the blinds, it was the next day for certain. As my throbbing eyes finally began to adjust, the world around me became clearer. Immediately, I saw them. Toes. My toes. BLACK toes. I wriggled my big toe, just to make sure they were in fact mine, before looking down at my hands. They were a dark ebony, tattoos sprinkled on my wrists and up my thick forearms. I scrambled to my feet and looked in the mirror.

What met my gaze were two meaty pecs, cobblestone abs, arms the size of a cantaloupe… a snaking bulge creeping further and further down my shorts. I hadn’t even looked at my face, I was too scared to look. No, scared wasn’t the right word, it was the mounting anticipation of just who I now was. I looked up, and my breath was taken away. My hair was a wild jumble of black curly locks radiating out into an afro. My chiseled jawline had a light stubble, the only two places on my entire body where I had hair. Every single inch of this sculpted, godlike body was smooth, chiseled, and powerful.

Taking a breath, the light scent of sweat emanated from my pits and feet. Just one whiff gave me a head rush as if I’d taken a hit of poppers. I panicked in the moment, refusing to believe this was who I now was. I pulled and prodded my face as if I were wearing a mask, but alas, this was my face. This was real. And a devilish smirk crept onto my face.

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That was seven months ago. Truthfully, I’d adjusted pretty naturally into being Jabari. After a day or two of no showing at work, when the boss called the apartment I just explained I was the new tenant. I have no idea what happened to the guy before me. I was Jabari Jefferson, I’d just moved to town from Baltimore and was looking for a gig in personal training. The landlord just kinda accepted I was the new tenant, as long as the rent was paid she didn’t really care.

I started to get more comfortable going out in my new body, appreciating the winks and stares of those who passed. That kind of admiration changes a guy, you start to kind of believe it. I found my own new style, I found a gym to work at down the street from the house. I hit up the bars and happily took home any sexy adult I could find. They couldn’t get enough of that subtle, salty funk which seemed to linger around me; that testosterone laden musk which, admittedly got me and my 9 inch cock off after nearly every session on the basketball court. I made a name for myself around the neighborhood for being “that guy.” The one everyone wanted to be, the guy I always dreamed I’d become. That however, leads us to todays events.

The sun was beaming down on me, as I contently shot some hoops before I hit up my date at a bar down the street. The energy I felt every single day. It was so strong and powerful. That virility, that libido, that strength… it was addictive. I plopped down onto the bench, prying my size 13 LeBron 19’s from my damp, socked foot. Taking a not so guilty whiff of that sharp, satisfying scent of a damn good game, just as I did after every hoop sesh. I tossed the sneakers into the bag and pulled out my slides, only for something to roll right out of the bag as I did.

I looked down at my wet feet on the pavement to see the black bottle of MelaSculpt had fallen out of my bag. Truthfully, I’d forgotten where I put it months ago: out of sight, out of mind. But as I looked down at it, that little nagging voice in the back of my head began to pick at me. Those feelings I felt that day, that euphoric rush. The power of my flexing muscles, the taste of my sweat, the touch of my skin… it all came back to me at once.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. That sensation, that lust for power and strength more than ever before is as enticing as it sounds even now. I opened my eyes, and delicately grabbed the bottle. The pill and 3/4 rattled around the bottom of the black container, teasing me even further. I looked down at my glistening muscles, slick with sweat, and imagined just how much more I wanted. It wasn’t enough to be sexy and strong, I had to be the strongest. I had to be the one.

In that moment of irrevocable weakness, I twisted the cap off and swallowed the remainder of the pill I’d used the first time. I didn’t remember the instructions, I didn’t remember the warnings, I remembered that feeling. It was the only thing in my mind as a triple dose made its way down my throat. Just as the first time, I doubled over on the bench, my stomach rumbling audibly to even passersby. I groaned and let out a cacophonous belch, one that even surprised myself. My chest ballooned out almost comically as a cartoon. Veins bulged prominently out of my thinning skin as my necklace burst from the base of my throat, too fragile for the force of my widening neck.

I scampered and stumbled blindly into the locker room, fortunately empty at the time. I let out another cavernous burp, which echoed throughout the room. My thighs bubbled outward in grotesque disproportion to the rest of my musculature. I crawled on the floor toward a shower stall, making it in before just as the time before the world began to spin. I got one final glimpse of my biceps contort and spasm before it all went dark.

I awoke in that shower stall in agony. Every muscle felt stiff and stone like in the cramped stall. I couldn’t even fit my entire body in the stall, my feet stuck out from beneath the door. The smell, it was strong. I enjoyed that savory, delectable scent of masculine musk before, but this was different. The only word I could describe it with is pungent. Like high quality Gorgonzola, and it was pouring out of every crevice of my body. I pushed the stall door open, which nearly came off from the force of my strength.

Getting to my feet, I crept slowly toward the sink, feeling every contraction of every muscle, thinly veiled behind my hairless skin. I got to the mirror. I had tripled in size. Muscles bulged from every direction, built far past the natural threshold I even knew existed. My dreads had all but fallen off, leaving a buzzed hair which exposed veins protruding from even my own scalp. I could feel my heart pumping every single beat, and the blood flowing across my entire body. The power was incomprehensible, it was incredible. It was… far too much for me. I scrambled back to my bag, tossing my favorite sneakers across the room, never to fit my rank size 17 feet ever again.

The bottle seemed tiny in my massive hand, I strained to see the instructions printed on the card I’d left inside. The only thing I could make out was the final words at the bottom of the paper: “Effects permanent. Use with caution.” My heart skipped a beat, I looked at myself in the mirror, a roid-inflated version of the Jabari I had built, nurtured, valued, loved… this wasn’t me. It felt wrong. I looked down at my phone desperately trying to look up the VitaCorp webpage to no avail. I screamed and punched the wall, my fist going straight through the tile and plaster.

My breathing labored, heavy, and hard, I looked down at the bottle again, chucking it into the bin. I looked at myself in the mirror, accepting there in that moment that Jabari was gone. This walking muscle was who I now was. I now had to concoct an entirely new persona yet again. But the only thing I could think of, was how much I wanted what I had lost.

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kiestrokes · 2 months

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Your thoughts on Seventeen as sex workers and their specialties

Seventeen as Sex Workers | NSFW

Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: headcanon, imagine, smut. Warnings: language?

Sexually Explicit Content: this is about sex work, we support sex workers on this blog, if you are not comfortable with that please do not engage with this post. All of these are consented acts, the services are very detailed, and everyone knows what they're getting themselves into (even Gyu).

🗝️Note: I gifted @minttangerines & @minisugakoobies with a preview of the ones I had drunkenly wrote back on Valentines Day. Finally finished the rest.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Coups Grade A, mothering fucking camboy those eyebrows alone have his viewers coming on command.

Jeonghan This man is a financial dom, that pretty face and scathing looks of disapproval without really getting his hands dirty? (Coups is his number one customer.)

Joshua Similar to Han he sells his perversely used items to the very (large) freaky crowd of humans on the internet. Is he mildly worried one of his specimens will end up at a crime scene? Yes.

Jun Ok the only thing I keep coming back to for Jun is a soft core pornstar. Just thinking about the members giggling over his one kiss scene.

Hoshi THE male stripper to end all other stripper's careers, because Hoshi simply loves to dance, and that magnetism really draws a crowd.

Wonwoo Welcome your happy endings massage.

Woozi Y’all this man makes moaning boy audios on YouTube. And they SELL (in youtube streams that is). He finally collected enough to compile an hour live stream and is showering in the rewards.

DK Our classy escort for the affluent crowd…that sometimes (always) ends up in an additional service.

Mingyu Gyu is kinda clueless (per usual) he makes his money cuckholding for some of the rich gym couples. But has conflicted feelings about if this is really for him.

Hao Hallucinogenic tea ceremonies where he brings you to verbal orgasm.

Boo Ahem. Boo is the purest of doms, this man is clean, by the rule book and concise whenever you require his services. This is the safest domming experience you will ever have.

Vernon Listen it had to be someone, he’s our resident feet pic supplier.

Dino How do I properly explain this one? Dino sold himself to a singular client, one who spoils him, and he makes sure to take care of all their needs. The epitome of an amazing partner. The perfect little subby man.

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pedropascalsx · 2 years

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Unexpected {Marcus Moreno x F! Reader}

Summary: Marcus accidentally attaches the wrong the file to an email he’s sending you for work, but will he get to you before you open it? (no, the answer is no.)

Warnings: The has like no plot? It was hastily written and I’ve never ever written Marcus Moreno before so I probably didn’t do him justice!!!! Oral (F) receiving, Male Masturbation, Video of Sex act, P in V sex, Handjob, Dirty Talk, Come eating and just general filth.

no physical descriptions of reader but she blushes a few times throughout the story!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Fuck. I don’t even know. I am sorry??? It’s just porn really. Badly written porn. Thanks to @djarinispunkk for beta’ing

And thank you to @whataperfectwasteoftime @honestly-shite @absurdthirst and @radiowallet for being so supportive of this story i really struggled with!!! i love you guys.

The whoosh that signalled the email he had spent hours compiling had been sent made Marcus breathe a sigh of relief. The upcoming mission that the two of you would be spending weeks on was finally coming together, and he couldn’t wait to get stuck in.

(1) New Email from Marcus Moreno.

“Ah, finally,” you said with a slight giggle, “What have you sent me this time, Mr Moreno?”

You started skimming through the message, each day meticulously planned and detailed. You made a mental note to re-read it more carefully when you were home, away from the general hubbub of the office.

“Seven attachments? Really Marcus?” you murmured as you clicked through the first few, the first being an itinerary and the second being a map that marked each place you would be staking out or investigating. Your phone lit up with a text from your best friend as you idly clicked on the third attachment, paying no attention to the image that flicked up on your screen. You started to punch out a reply to the message confirming your plans with her this weekend and that’s when you heard it.

A throaty groan.

Your eyes flashed back up to the screen, and you watched open-mouthed as a video of Marcus stroking his cock played out in front of you, his sinful groans providing the soundtrack to the filthy movie you were utterly consumed by.

The second it stopped, you had to stop yourself from replaying it, the fact it was clearly sent by error making you feel overcome by guilt as your fingers hovered over the play button.

The image of the cock that you’d imagined railing into you more times than you cared to admit burned in your head as you felt arousal dripping into your panties.

“Fuck,” you murmured, as the urge to press play grew stronger. ‘Once more and then i’ll delete it,’ you whispered to yourself as you plugged your earphones into the speaker jack.

The sight of Marcus swiping his thumb against the weeping tip of his rock hard cock and spreading the bead of pre-cum down his length rips a moan from your throat, and before you know it, your hand is travelling down the length of your body and pulling up your skirt.

The short video replays on a loop as you circle your clit with vigor, teeth digging into your bottom lip as your orgasm grows closer and closer.

Marcus glances up at the screen as he decides to give the already sent email one last look over; he knows he’s been thorough and that everything is ready to go but always the perfectionist, he just can’t help himself.

“Hands.vid?” he says out loud as he scrolls through the attachments, “Why did it save as a video?”

Shit. He glances across at the external harddrive plugged into his computer and the realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks. With tentative hands he clicks the attachment and the sight of his hands laced around his hard cock flashes up and he slams his laptop shut and immediately runs down to your office, telling himself over and over that you probably hadn’t had a chance to open the email yet and that he could delete it before you could.

He doesn’t knock, he doesn’t think to knock, instead he pushes open the door of your office and lets himself in. He’s greeted by the sight of you leaning back on your office chair, eyes shut tight with a blissed out look etched across your face and your hand cupping your pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans, and your eyes immediately fly open, “Is this… is this because of the video?” he asks as his eyes continue burning into your core. The sight of your fingers glistening with your arousal makes his cock twitch in his pants.

You can feel the burning flush of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks; you’re not sure what to do, but you can’t ignore the way he’s staring at you, clearly enjoying the view. The sight of your bare pussy spread and your fingers dripping with your own arousal, the sound of his groans still playing through your earphones as the video continues to play on a loop on your laptop.

“Answer me,” he says quietly, “Is this because of the video?”

“Yes,” you blurt out, “I’m so sorr-..”

“Sssh,” he soothes as he takes three long strides towards you, reaching over your desk, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his face, “You’re soaked.” He says with an amused grin before pulling your fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean of your arousal.

“Marcus,” you moan as releases them with a pop, “Fuck.”

“I was going to come in here and delete the email. I was going to pretend that I sent you an email meant for someone else… but fuck. I’m glad I didn’t make it in time,” he says as he lets go of your hand, walking around your desk and stopping in front of you, “So many times, I’ve thought about what this pretty little pussy would look like, feel like… taste like” he says as he silently drops down to his knees, “Fucked my fist thinking about you coming onto my tongue so many times. Can I, sweetheart?” he says as his palms rest on your thighs, “Can I make this pretty little pussy come on my tongue?”

Is this real? Is this really really really real? you think to yourself as you look down at your boss. Marcus Moreno. The leader of the Heroics. One of your closest friends and the man you’ve been harbouring a massive crush on since you first entered through those doors a year ago. Is he really kneeling in front of you, staring up at you with those big brown eyes asking if he can lick your pussy?

“Yes” you croak out as he slowly circles the soft flesh of your thighs, “Oh, yes please, Marcus,” you beg.

A groan of pleasure rips from Marcus into your core, as he starts to lap up your arousal, flattening his tongue and swiping it through your folds and then pushing it inside your pussy. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced; you’ve had guys go down on you before, but it’s usually just quickly to get you ready. This… this is extraordinary.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, his nose swiping against your clit as he does so and you can’t help but entangle your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck, Marcus,” you moan, “You’re fucking in-incredible. And fuck. Your cock… Fuck Marcus, it’s so fucking thick. That video is.. holy shit,” your words are cut off by your own moaning, the feeling of Marcus sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue building you closer and closer. It’s only when he pushes two of his thick fingers inside of you that you cum, biting down on your lip so hard that the tang of blood coats your tastebuds.

“Good girl,” he praises after letting go of your clit, his fingers still buried inside of you, “You taste divine.”

He slowly removes his fingers from your cunt and moves them up to your lips, “I want you to taste how fucking delicious you are,” he says, before pushing them between your lips. The weight of his fingers on your tongue makes you yearn for something more, the thought of him standing up and claiming your mouth makes you clench and suck harder around his fingers. You note the way his eyebrow slightly raises as you do so.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, pretty girl,” he commands as he pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth slightly, before pulling them out completely.

“I want you to fuck my throat,” you say, voice barely above a whisper, “I want you to take whatever you want from me.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, “Later. I have the house to myself tonight and the thought of those pretty lips wrapped around my cock is fucking heavenly. But, right now, I want to bury myself in that gorgeous pussy.”

He stands up and slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, growing impatient after a few seconds and ripping it out of the belt loops. He places it down on your desk, his fingers lingering over his button before his hands drop down to his sides.

“Take out my cock,” he orders, “Show me how much you like it.”

You don’t hesitate. You immediately work on freeing him, popping the button and pulling his zipper down before shoving his pants down his legs. Your breath hitches at the sight of his rock hard cock throbbing in his boxers, and your fingertips dip into the waistband of them. You gulp as his cock bounces free, thick and leaking as it hangs between his legs. You move forward on your seat and grip the base of it with both hands, looking up at him as you bring the tip of him to your mouth and spit on him. You bring one of your hands up and begin smear his length with your spit before you start to pump him, and your cunt clenches around nothing when he gifts you with a groan, the sound travelling straight to your still pulsating clit.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “You like this? You like stroking my cock in your office?” His breath hitches as you squeeze tighter, “Look at those pretty little hands, they barely can fit around it.”

He grunts one more time before clasping his hands around yours. “If I bend you over this desk and fuck you with it, are you going to be able to keep that pretty little mouth quiet enough so no one catches us?”

You nod ferociously at the thought of him splitting you open on your desk, and without another word you stand up and position yourself over your desk. You look over your shoulder and watch as Marcus strokes his cock languidly whilst clearly enjoying the view of your glistening cunt, still dripping and waiting desperately to be filled.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” he murmurs as he lines himself up with you, gently pushing in the tip and smirking at the gasp you let out at the stretch of him. “Going to make you sit here dripping with my cum and lick it out of you when I get you back to mine later,” he teases as he starts to inch himself into you, loving the way your pussy is already fluttering and clamping down around him.

Fuck. He’s thick. Like really thick, you think to yourself as he completely sheaths himself into you, leaning down to pepper your neck with kisses as you get used to the fullness of him.

“Move,” you stutter after a few seconds, the need to feel him thrusting in and out of you growing stronger as his fingertips find your bundle of nerves, “Fuck me, Marcus.”

The pace he sets is indescribable, each thrust dragging against something devastatingly delicious inside of you, one of his hands pressed firmly against your mouth as you unconsciously spew a never-ending stream of moans. Two of your fingers replace his on your clit as he demands you continue rubbing it as he uses his free hand to grip your hip, pounding in and out of your heat with as much intensity as he can muster. The feeling of his cock nestled in your tight warm cunt makes him shudder in delight, and he knows he won't be lasting much longer. You rub your clit faster as your orgasm builds, and you hear Marcus hiss as you clamp down tight on around his cock before white hot pleasure explodes behind your eyes. Everything goes black and you start convulse with pleasure; you feel him continuing to pound in and out as you ride out your orgasm.

The room is filled with the sound of your pussy squelching as he thrusts in and out, his own groans growing louder as he begins to paint your walls with thick ropes of his cum.

His orgasm lasts a while, and with each thrust he fills you up more and more. When he finally finishes, he kisses your neck before pulling himself out of you.

His hands massage the full globes of your ass as he admires the image of your cunt dripping with your combined release; with two of his thick fingers he gathers up his spend that had leaked out of you and pushes it back inside.

“Keep it inside of you, and I'll keep my promise to lick it out later.” he says as he helps you back into your panties.

You pull them up and readjust your skirt and he tucks himself back inside his own pants.

You both stare at each other for a few moments as the significance of what just happened hits you both and you begin to blush a rosy pink as he scratches the back of his neck.

“That was…. unexpected,” he says after a while, “It was fucking fantastic but… unexpected.”

You agree with a nod and an awkward giggle.

“Look, I didn’t mean to attach that video,” he says as he rubs his chin, “My harddrive was attached to my computer and I was supposed to attach the handover sheet and I clicked that file that said hand clearly not paying enough attention. I am sorry.”

“Are you?” you reply a little quicker than you’re expecting to, “Are you sorry for what just happened?”

Marcus looks at you with those gorgeous puppy dog eyes and fights off a cheeky grin, “Not at all, but I don’t want you thinking this was planned or anything.”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, “And for what it’s worth, I don’t regret it either. Been wanting you since the first day I saw you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Marcus. Fuck. You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet and you’re so funny. I would be crazy not to want you,” you admit with a sheepish grin.

He blushes, he actually blushes, and you feel your heart just about melt in your chest. “Dinner after work? I think I also made a few promises I’d quite like to keep, if you want me to?”

“Dinner sounds perfect. And so does whatever you have planned for afterwards.”

“Excellent. I’ll meet you in the lobby?” He says as he walks towards the door and opens it, “Take you somewhere that’ll replenish your energy. You’re going to need it.”

#pedro pascal #marcus moreno #we can be heroes #we can be heroes fanfiction #marcus moreno x ofc #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x y/n #marcus moreno x f!reader #marcus moreno x female reader #my fanfiction #my fanfic #marcus moreno smut

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unhingedthirst · 11 months

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for the smut prompt id love to see julian with 30 and or 93!! love your work <3

Thank you love! That means the world to me! You got it ! Hope it’s okay I combined them!

Minors DNI

Julian and female! Reader

Fluff and smut

CW: oral (male receiving), road head, dirty talk, Julian moaning like a lil bitch, drinking, cursing, car sex, choking, angst? Fluff? and unprotected p in v sex

93. “That’s good, baby, keep doing that.”

30. “Stay still, don’t move your hips.”

Julian knew that dating him couldn’t exactly be easy; he was constantly busy, in danger or in jail. He felt very lucky that you put up with him and his friends so often and that you’ve stuck around. He didn’t know what he’d do without you at this point. Julian walked out of the gates of the prison he had spent around 6 months in and saw you leaning against his car looking like a fucking mirage. Clad in a dress he’d never seen before you had been waiting for this moment but fantasizing about it constantly didn’t prepare you for how good it would actually feel to see his eyes light up when he saw you. He walked toward you trying to keep his cool but his gait was definitely faster than usual. His big hands met your hips and he hoisted you in the air “god I missed you” he practically purrs and presses a passionate kiss on your lips. It was eager and sloppy, you giggle into his mouth as your teeth clash. He Set you down and you gently brush your hand over his strong jawline “I missed you too handsome” you say trying to will yourself to stay calm

“Let’s go home” you say as you get into the car and hand him his drink. He really didn’t know what he would do without you. During the drive it felt like no time had passed since the last time you were together. “I finally finished Catcher In The Rye” he said as he rubbed his thumb over your knee. You smile softly as you hear that; you guys had been compiling books that you were reading together. Like your own little book club. “Yeah me too. I don’t get the hype.” He nods in agreement “I’ve seen Ricky do waaaay greasier shit than anything I read in that book” he states and you laugh shaking your head “I’ve seen /you\ do way greasier shit than that book” he cracks a small smile and takes a swig of his drink. You tell Julian about how J-roc is throwing a welcome back party and he shoots you a annoyed look “I didn’t do it. Don’t look at me like that” you quip and he sighs “I just wanna go home, bang and get drunk” you snort out a laugh because he sounds just like Ricky and he smacks your thigh lightly “don’t.” He warns and you throw your hands up in protest “I didn’t say anything Julian.” You say innocently. You expect some sort of smart ass response but he just keeps his eyes trained on the road and shifts uncomfortably.

You sit in a weird silence for a moment and then you speak again “Julian? Is everything ok?” You say in a hushed tone worried that something was wrong or that you said something to upset him. He takes a deep breathe and glances at you; you looked so good, smelled so good, sounded so good. He was so starved for you; he took a big gulp of his drink “you need to stop saying my name like that.” He says his voice going down a few octaves. You bite your lip in confusion and look at him for a moment “like what Jules?” You ask and place a hand on his shoulder; it takes all his willpower to not pull over and fuck you on the side of the road. “Like that.” He basically seethes “all sexy.” He continues and you roll your eyes “driving me insane. Is that dress new?” He asks his hand finding its place back on your thigh. You nod and lean back taking him all in.

He looked so good, he was bigger than the last time you saw him and his hair was longer. His blue eyes dilated either from the sunlight or the the fact he was touching your supple skin for the first time in 6 months. You reach over and start palming him through his signature blue jeans “it is a new dress handsome. I bought it just for you.” He felt his soul leave his body as you started touching him, it’s been so long. He could hardly focus on driving and only the heavenly touch of your hand on his hardening length. You watch him with tender eyes as you feel him growing under you “how bout some road head for my big strong handsome boyfriend huh?” Your voice was teasing but he couldn’t help get high off the compliments. He watches you as you unbuckle his belt and readjust yourself, you sit on your knees in a downward dog position as you start to pull his big cock out his pants. Julian was hanging on by a thread to keep this composure as his knuckles turn white as you start to take him in your mouth. He lets out a needy moan and you could feel a jolt of arousal hit you as you heard him.

The one perk of Julian going to jail is that after he gets out he’s extra needy and the sounds he made were divine. Loud and unashamed, none of his usual filter. You take his cock into the back of your throat and he grabs ahold of your hair “mmm.. fucking shit. Look at that.” He says as his eyes locked on you. You Bob your head and hollow your cheeks around his thick cock, relishing how he feels and tastes in your mouth. You hum around his cock and tap his thigh and pull off “Jules. The road.” You say and swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip as the moans keep falling out of his mouth. He took your advice though and kept his eyes on the road for the most part. You start focusing on massaging his cock head with your soft lips. The rest of his length was pumped with your hand because you know it drives him insane; your point proven when he moans out his head tipping back as his knuckles turn white “That’s good, baby, keep doing that.” The praise goes straight to your head and cunt as you take him fully again feeling him hit the back of your throat. You could feel him pull over as you swallow around his cock “mmm ffffuck pretty girl..Missed you so much. Missed your mouth.” He says desperately and bucks his hips up into your mouth making you gag slightly “sorry honey.” He says and pulls you off his cock a string of salvia still connecting you to his member.

You smile up at him “couldn’t focus?” You taunt as you take off you dress. Julian’s eyes widen as you watches you. He was always so tender and desperate after not seeing you for this long. It was the one time you felt like you were actually in charge but even know you know you weren’t. He watches you with hungry eyes not caring about the truckers honking as they pass by. You were his dream girl and he can’t believe you stayed. He has a hard time telling you all that stuff sometimes but he sure does show it. His hands find your waist and he tenderly runs his hands up your sides and land on your breasts as they are being freed from the confinement of your bra. It was almost too much to see him like this; the look in his eyes were ones of pure love, he looked at you like the most precious thing in the world. You press your lips into his and close your eyes enjoying the tenderness of the make out session. You crawl over and go to straddle his lap even though the space is tight. His cock was hard with his tip red and leaking. It had been awhile since he came, he didn’t like to do that kind of shit when he was locked up. He did it only when he actually felt like his cock was gonna fall off if he didn’t.

He reclines the seat so you can line yourself up with his cock. Sinking down onto him felt like heaven, you could feel him stretch you out as you left out a whimper “fuck babe. You are so big. God I missed your cock.” You mumble into his lips as you press against him. He moans grabs onto your hips “I am never leaving again. You feel so good.” Your eyes roll back into your head as your rolls your hips and he swears he’s never seen anything hotter. “How good do you feel baby? Talk to me. Whose cock did you miss?” He growls and places a hand at the base of your throat. Your legs were burning and your cunt aching as you bounced on his lap, your tits were too tempting for him to not start to suck and kiss. You were beyond words as very nerve in your body was lit up, but you tried anyway “oh god. I missed your cock Julian. Missed you. You look so good.” You put your hand on his hand that’s around your throat giving him permission to apply pressure. Your bouncing was getting sloppy from your impending orgasm as well as the over extortion of fucking your muscular boyfriend in his car. He squeezes your throat slightly and experimentally as he watches you moan and whimper; he did notice you struggle to keep pace so he places his other heavy hand on your hip “stay still, don’t move your hips.” He moans out and you comply happily. Before you knew it his hips were slamming up into you and you lean back in pleasure your back laying on his car horn, you both chuckle and you throw your hands over his shoulders to lay off the wheel. His pace was relentless and the way you felt around him. So slick, tight and hot. You could ask him for anything in the world in this moment and he would give it to you. He grabs your hair and pulls you onto his lips kissing you passionately and holding you close as he spills his load into your heat. “So hot Julian. You are so hot. Fuck I’m so close” you whimper and Rock into him as he’s coming down from his orgasm. He starts rubbing your clit with two big fingers in tight circles “cum for me honey. Come on.” He encourages and your body just gives out as you cum around him. You could feel a sob leave your mouth as your legs shake, he watches you in awe and rubs your thighs “so fucking greasy baby. You see what you do to me?” He teases and smacks your ass lightly. You roll your eyes as you kiss him gently before sliding off and sitting back in the passenger seat. “You are the one who had to pull over cause you were too horny to wait.” You say slip your dress back on with a giant smile on your face. He shakes his head and lights a cigarette “you were the one blowing me!” He says and passes you his drink, you took a swig and rub his right arm gently “okay Julian.” You say using your best porn star voice to tease him for him not being able to hand you saying his name. He shakes his head and starts to drive again “you really aren’t ever gonna get locked up again?” You say after a few minutes and he looks at you like you just kicked him but his eyes soften.

“I’m gonna try not too. Can’t leave you again.”

He was it for you. You were it for him.

#trailer park boys #tpb #ricky lafleur #tpb julian #trailer park boys fanfiction #i don’t feel super confident about this ngl

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jaeyong-sucker · 2 years

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BREAKING THE BRAT • JENO

PAIRING: Lee Jeno x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut, Some Fluff

WARNINGS: Facefucking, Oral Sex, Degradation

SUMMARY: Your sugar daddy, Jeno, turns into an aggressive hunk from a cute softie to deal with your bratiness.

Note: Jeno is a sugar daddy. Male reader is a bratty boy.

I tried making this fic to fight my writer's block and to release something in months. I hope you enjoy reading! Feedback and advice is always appreciated! ^~^

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Jeno was always soft and sweet. A stark contrast to his built body that once gave you the impression of him being a stone cold hunk. It turns out he's the softer one and such a clingy puppy, just like the cute samoyed dogs you see in those compilation of cute dog videos. Quite funny, honestly, as he looks at you with heart eyes everytime, even though you sometimes act like a naughty brat and sass your way, making you win every cute little fight between you two.

He's a big softie in bed, surprisingly. The way he attentively checks on your needs and likes and dislikes in your bed and how his genuine eye smiles meet yours whenever you meet your orgasms is completely heavenly. Although he does a good job satisfying your needs as the service top he is, it kind gets… boring? Repetitive? Of course, you'd be lying if you say you don't like his performances in bed, especially when he moans directly in your ears and how he hugs you tight when chasing his orgasm, but you know there's more he could give to satisfy both of you. And all it takes is to rile him up.

"Baby boy, can I talk to you," he softly asks as you aggressively maneuver the controls as you play video games on his sofa. A smirk crept up your lips as you ignored him and maintained focus on the game. "Baby~," he whispers once again before kneeling in front of you and tapping your lap, a needy tone lacing his voice this time, making it hard for you not to fall for his charms (because let's be honest, we love a cute Jeno). With his patience wavering, he sits beside you before wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles your neck, while whispering all the pet names that make you melt on the spot.

You take off the headphones and face him. "Yes, daddy," you smirk as you cup his other cheek and teasingly touch his inner thigh. "I want to… talk to you… about.. things… I mean, y-your," he stammers. "My?" You ask cockily as you suddenly straddle his lap and playfully grind your hips against his, which elicited a low moan from him.

"B-Babe, let me talk, p-please," he whimpered between moans as he held you by your waist to stop your grinding. "I want to talk about your bratiness, prince," he fidgets. "I know you enjoy a brat and I love spoiling you… but, babe, I think it's getting out of hand," he looks at you with the biggest puppy eyes.

"Getting out of hand?" You cock a brow and teasingly buck your hips against his, your boners brushing each other through your tight jeans. "I'm a good boy as far as I know," you smirk at him before swiftly sucking on his lips in a hungry manner, eliciting a loud moan from your boyfriend. A blush crept up Jeno's cheeks and butterflies fluttered in his stomach at your bold actions; and wrapping your hand around his neck didn't help but arouse him more.

"Mmmmh, baby, stop," he whines, holding you steady into place. "Stop," you ask in a teasing tone as you gyrate your hips over his obvious erection, "your cock seems to like it, daddy," followed by a loud chuckle annoying Jeno.

"Y/N, please listen," he spoke sternly, only to widen the smirk plastered on your face. "You have been much of a brat lately, baby. You never clean your mess when you eat your snacks and you always treat me like your maid! You blast your game volume out loud when I'm having a meeting and it's very disrespectful." He looks directly into your eyes.

"Don't get me started when you sucked my cock when I was on a conference call, when I told you to just sit down and behave on the couch. Don't you know how embarrassing it was when I moaned your name as an answer to my supervisor's questions?"

"Also when you cursed loudly while my boss was calling me? I was so disappointed, Y/N. And remember when you flashed on me when I was in another meeting a while ago? Why the bratiness, prince? Is there something you want? You can tell me anytime." He looks at you with puppy eyes.

Smirking, you pull his hair back and whisper seductively in his ear. "You know what I want, daddy," you purr while moving your hips against his and pinch his nipples through his dress shirt (that never did a good job in hiding his muscular torso). "I want you to treat me like a brat and punish me for the slut I am," you whisper while ghosting your lips against his. This only made a lascivious moan erupt from Jeno's throat as he looks at you innocently.

"Baby, I told you, I can never be rough on you," he asserts while holding your waist. "I can be kinky and even bottom for you if you want but I'll never be roug-"

A slap landed on Jeno's cheek.

"Baby," he hissed before soothing his cheek with his palm, "why did you slap me? That hurt!" You only cocked a brow and smirked at his cute, bothered look. "That's how I want you to treat me, daddy."

"No, baby. I won't slap you and go rough on you and that's final." He said sternly, not noticing his cock becoming harder and leaking through his pants. In response, you landed another slap on his other cheek, this time harder and leaving a red print on his face. Your hips never stopped moving, making him release more precum, and probably soiling his underwear with it.

"Baby, stop it!" Jeno growled, looking at you with a predatory gaze. Perhaps it's how hot he looked while angry or the arousal churning in your stomach that made you land another slap on his face and wrap your hand around his neck. And that was the last straw of patience for Jeno.

A loud growl escaped Jeno's throat before pulling your hair back and spanking your ass. "You've asked for it, baby boy. I've always wanted to treat you and praise you for being the prince you are. But it's time I should punish you and treat you like a bitch." You internally smirk at the rough treatment Jeno does and being excited is a complete understatement with how hot and sexy he looks right now while angry.

"Then what are you waiting for, slowpoke?!" You challenged him while squirming under his mercy. "Don't have the balls to put me in my place? What a loser." You fired back, the smirk still evident on your face.

Jeno growled before wrapping his large hand around your neck. "Such a fucking brat," he snarled while landing harsh slaps on your ass, creating loud spanks echoing across the living room. "Talking back to daddy like a bitch, hm?" He smirked darkly as he thrusted his fingers in and out your mouth. "What if we actually put this filthy mouth of yours into good use, hm? You slut?!"

Swiftly, Jeno positioned you on the couch with your head hanging by the edge of the top cushion and your legs dangling on top of the couch's backrest. He darkly chuckled at how helpless you looked, gripping the cushions. His smirk brought you a mix of excitement for the fun it probably will be and at the same time, nervousness as it is the first time you both have yourselves in this heated situation. Noticing your nerves, Jeno placed a quick peck on your lips and smiled at you in reassurance. That was all it took for you to trust Jeno. That he'll go rough but won't hurt you if it's past your limit.

"I'll be fucking your pretty face, slut. Your mouth has to pay for the vulgar things you said." He chuckles darkly before unbuckling his belt and bringing down his pants past his thighs. You felt a large flood of arousal travel your body as he tapped his heavy, leaking cock on your lips. Instantly, you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue below the crown of his cock.

"Mmmmh, fuck, baby," he moaned out loud before slipping his large cock inside your mouth. Eyes welling up with tears, you felt his balls hit you on the face, which oddly felt satisfying. Mouth filled up to the brim, drool started to tremendously leak in the corners of your lips. "Tap me if I need to stop," he says before forcing his cock deeper into your throat.

"Fuck, I never knew your mouth would be this good!" He exclaims before accelerating his thrusts, impaling your throat in the process. Strangely, the feeling of Jeno's huge length slipping in and out your throat feels euphoric, making you relax your throat more around him. A long string of cusses and moans came from Jeno as you hollow your lips around Jeno's cock, increasing the pleasure he feels around the crown of his cock.

Jeno groaned at the sight. Your throat tightly swallows his length as he feeds you his fat cock. The thick layer of drool and precum coating his large cock as he penetrates your throat. The bulges that are created as he picks up the pace and penetrates deeper. His cock slapping your face as he thrusts mercilessly against your relaxed mouth. Groaning around Jeno, you adjust your position, making the bulges on your throat more visible.

You can't deny the pleasure coiling in your stomach as well. The drowning pleasure of feeling Jeno's cock attacking your throat made your dick spring up against the confines of your underwear. You felt your dick twitch and leak a massive amount of precum, wetting a spot on your underwear in the process. But that didn't matter, as long as Jeno had his pleasure in you.

"No gag reflex, kitty?" He smirks. "Taking daddy's cock well like a champ?" He proudly chuckles while speeding his thrusts. "Then you can handle this as well." With his heavy palm, he unexpectedly squeezed around your throat, now being a constricted sleeve for Jeno to plow into. He groaned heavily, the pleasure around his cock increasing by a tenfold. The sweet pleasure of your tightened throat around his throbbing length made him throw his head back.

"Mmmhh~," you hum, adding vibrations around his cock and further arousing his sensitive, pleasured tip. This alone made Jeno stutter with his unforgiving thrusts as he felt the familiar twitch in his cock signalling his climax. "Look at your tiny mouth being stretched by my fat cock," he grunts, spitting on your face after. "So beautiful yet filthy," he moans, "you slutty bitch."

You moan and hum loudly against his cock as you feel his thrusts becoming inconsistent in speed and strength. More moans escape Jeno's mouth and he babbles incoherent curses as he finds pleasure in ramming into your heated caver . "I'm gonna fucking cum inside you and I don't want you to waste a single fucking drop!" He growls, gritting his teeth as he finally busts his load inside your warm throat. Loudly, he screams your name upon feeling your lips tightly hollowing around his cock, releasing more cum, flooding your throat.

Jeno immediately pulled out and laid on the floor as he recovers from the strongest orgasm he had yet. For a minute or two, the heaving and evening of his breath (as well as yours) is heard across the room.

"Baby," he spoke up, immediately sitting up with his senses alert to check on you. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, his eyes that are showing concern scan your teary and sweaty face. His hand cups your face as his other hand softly strokes your back in hopes to soothe you.

"I-I'm good." You cracked, voice hoarse from the beastful facefucking. "My throat hurts a bit but it's fine." You smile reassuringly at Jeno, to which he returns it with his signature eye smile. "My only concern is, why just now? You should've shown this side of you earlier! Where were you hiding this, daddy?!" You furiously rasped in one breath, putting a heavy blush on Jeno's face as he adores how cute and well you look in front of him.

"I can't be like this always, my prince," he pouts before lying beside you on the couch and cuddling you close to his body. "I want to praise and adore you more than being a rough daddy to you," he babbles in a whiny tone before sniffing your hair.

"But you were so hot and sexy a while ago, daddy. I should definitely be brattier next time." You giggle to which Jeno responds with a cute pout, making you wonder if the beast that beastfully rammed your throat a while ago is the soft puppy cuddling you warmly. Cute daddy. You smile brightly as you snuggle closer to Jeno, who landed a soft kiss on your forehead in return. As you scooted closer to him, his eyes took notice of the wet spot in your pants.

"Babe, what is this?" He asks before pulling your pants and underwear low on your thighs, revealing a wet cock, slick from cum. "You came from a while ago without me touching you?" Jeno asks with wide eyes, amazed at the untouched wet dick. You only giggle in response before twitching your cock, as if inviting Jeno to taste your cum.

As if on cue, Jeno kneeled in front of the couch and took your cock whole in one go, sucking eagerly with his lips hollowed as he slurps all the cum on your shaft and milks you for more. He pulls out and lands kisses on your dick and licks all the remaining cum scattered in your pubic area.

"You are something else, baby," he says softly while cupping your face and landing a peck on your nose before looking at you adoringly. "But now, will you be a good boy for daddy?" He asks genuinely, his eyes sparkling bright as you smile innocently back at him.

The warm smile on your face slowly forms into a familiar cocky smirk as you look at Jeno with playfulness in your eyes.

"Beg."

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daaydreamy · 2 years

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We need a one shot like the asmr video from moon with subrry 🛐 I'm begging you

a pleasure for the ears

summary: y/n uses youtube often, but not for something you would think she would use it for.

warnings: smut, masturbation (m & f receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), mommy kink

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

YouTube.

YouTube is weird.

And like, everyone knows that, right? There’s millions of videos on the site. There’s many different genres of videos too. Gaming videos, makeup videos, vlogs, art videos, music videos, compilations, dating videos, and just other shit that people are somehow interested in. And everyone uses YouTube, at least nowadays everyone does. It’s entertaining and sometimes educational but people really use it for entertainment purposes. There’s a bunch of wild shit on YouTube that no one seems to notice, so they’re just there.

Y/N goes on YouTube every once in a while, like everyone does. She’d scroll through the home page, trying to find a video interesting enough for her to watch. She’d watch stupid things like funny cat videos that were really just stolen tiktoks compiled together and she’d watch the history of the world a couple times because it was a good video.

But she’d usually check this one particular channel everytime she went on YouTube. The channel’s name was simply just “h.s.”, the lowercase intended for some reason. She wasn’t subscribed to it though, she was afraid that someone like her friends or, god forbid, her mother or something like that would find out she was subscribed to something like that online. The channel didn’t have many videos, only six of them, but the channel actually had quite a lot of subscribers. It had 89,000 subscribers, which was a lot for someone who only had six videos up.

But Y/N understood why the channel had so many subscribers.

The channel “h.s.” had videos that had titles such as “male whimpering and moaning asmr” and other stuff similar to that. Now, that may seem a bit off-putting to some people because it had ASMR in the title and words that should be on a different site, and it was to Y/N at first.

Seeing a video that just had a black picture in the thumbnail and that rather obscene title caused Y/N’s brows to furrow in confusion when she saw it. She thought, “I think that should be on Pornhub or something.” when she first saw it, honestly. But of course, curiosity got the best of her so she clicked it.

The moment she clicked the ominous video, the sound of sheets ruffling came out of her laptop speakers. She was confused, but kept listening. A pleasured moan of some person went through her ears, which made her eyes widen. The longer she watched the video, the person moaned more and more, as if they were pleasuring themself or being pleasured by someone else. She heard a mix of moans, whimpers, and groans from the mysterious person.

She paused the video and scrolled down to the comments, seeing people saying that they enjoyed the video. There were even people that made a list of timestamps with descriptions of each specific time. It felt like she wasn’t even on YouTube anymore at that point. She looked at the description of the video and all she saw was: “hope you all liked this video! have a nice day :)”. She scrolled a bit farther up again and unpaused the video, her lips forming a small ‘o’ when the person in the audio said “mommy”.

She didn’t end up finishing the video before visiting the person’s channel.

male whimpering and moaning asmr

male moaning asmr

lewd male moaning asmr

So it was a guy running the channel. He had plenty of subscribers. She saw that he only had three videos up so far but already had 60,000 subscribers. Her front teeth sunk into her lower lip as she looked at the channel, her mouse hovering over a different video of his. She clicked it and her cheeks grew warm at the same voice and tone letting out a soft moan. She brought her finger up to her lip and bit down softly as she rested her elbow on her laptop, looking at the blank black screen, seeing her own reflection in it as she listened and listened.

It has now been two months since she found that channel. He now had six videos up and had gained at least 20,000 more subscribers. She was laying in bed, laying on her stomach with her laptop in front of her. Like usual, she was scrolling through the home page, looking for something to watch on that lonely and boring night. The lamp on her nightstand was the only source of light in her room because she had closed her curtains for privacy. She scrolled and scrolled, pushing her one earbud into her ear a bit further because it was falling out a little bit.

She soon came across a video, a video from h.s.. She hovered her mouse over the video that had a blank black thumbnail like always, before clicking it. Immediately, a soft moan traveled to her ears. Her cheeks grew warm and she bit her lip softly, scrolling down to the comments to read a couple before scrolling back up to the main video itself.

The channel was owned by someone named Harry Styles. Hence why it was named h.s.. Harry made these videos whenever he was free and had time to spare. He saw someone do it so he said hey, why not do it too? Ever since he published that first video of his, he was surprised to see it blow up overnight. His phone might as well have been on fire based off of the notifications he was getting from YouTube because of that one video.

Harry usually touched himself in those little (well, maybe not little, his videos were like 15 to 20 minutes long) audios he would put out. He would edge himself and maybe overstimulate himself a little bit, but nothing too extravagant. He used to not be very vocal in his first few videos, which a couple people commented on, so in his next few he tried to be louder, in order to please his viewers and subscribers. And it worked! The fourth video he put out reached a million fucking views, which he could not believe at all when he first saw it. A million people listened to him moan and whimper and say ‘mommy’ desperately.

Harry didn’t get paid for his videos since he didn’t put any ads in them ever. He just did it for fun. He had a well-paying job in real life and he lived decently with the money he had. Plus, he got to come everytime he made one, so it was a win-win for both him and his viewers.

But, back to Y/N.

She listened to h.s.’s video for a little bit, cheeks growing warmer when she felt herself throb because of the breathy whine he had just let out. She sat up a little bit and looked down at herself, pushing her one earbud further into her ear again before sliding her hand into her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so she let out a soft moan when she touched her clit softly. She closed her eyes and listened to some guy whimper and moan almost nonsensical things in her ears as she touched herself.

“Fuck.” She whispered under her breath, spreading her legs a bit more so she could tease herself a little. Her fingers traveled down to her weepy hole, teasing herself by only pushing her fingertips into herself. She was wet with slick now, letting soft moans fall from her lips while she listened to this guy.

“Fuck, mommy.” The guy whimpered softly.

“‘M your good boy. ‘M your good boy.” He whispered under his breath and Y/N let out a slightly louder moan as she rubbed her clit a bit harder and firmer. She didn’t even know she was into that stuff. Where someone would call her ‘mommy’ in bed. But hey, she does now. Hearing this guy be so vocal as he touched himself was just such a turn-on for her. He was so loud and whimpery and sometimes even sounded like he was on the verge of tears as he spoke from overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes, yes fuck.” She groaned softly, opening her eyes to look down at herself. She hissed softly as she slowly pushed a finger into herself, biting her lip softly. She gently thrusted her finger in and out of herself, looking at her laptop screen, only to see herself in the reflection of the black background.

“Close.” The guy said in a high-pitched whiny tone, letting out heavy breaths and loud whimpers when he came. Y/N assumed that his head fell back because his sounds got quieter, but then they got louder again. She used her mousepad to see if the video was ending soon. It wasn’t, it was far from ending actually, and that made her eyes widen. She then clenched her hand into her fist as she pushed a second finger into herself, moaning softly.

The guy usually gave off this submissive vibe about him. It was probably because of the things he would say. As if someone was holding power or dominance about him or as if he was at someone’s mercy. Y/N didn’t know she was into that either, but she actually kind of enjoyed it. She hadn’t been particularly “dominant” with anyone ever but she likes to think that she will at some point. She thinks that she would actually quite enjoy it.

Y/N was starting to get closer and closer the longer she fucked herself and teased herself with her fingers. The knot in her stomach was slowly getting untied bit by bit. The noises that left her mouth were loud and obscene, which made her feel a bit sorry for her neighbors, but she didn’t really care at that moment. She just focused on pleasuring herself while she listened to this guy that she didn’t know at all whimper needily.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She chanted under her breath as if it was a prayer, letting out a soft whine as she came around her fingers. She continued to thrust her fingers into herself to prolong her orgasm, going slower than before. Her eyes were closed tightly and it seemed that the guy came for a second time while she was coming as well, leaving them both breathless and gasping for air.

Once Y/N regained her senses she opened her eyes, blinking the blurriness away to see clearly. She saw that the video ended and it was now quiet except for the soft pants leaving her lips, sighing quietly while she closed her eyes again. She took her hand out of her shorts and fell onto her mattress so she was laying down on her back, spent from her orgasm.

Just another lonely Friday night.

a/n: hope this was okay! feedback is always appreciated :) also if you’re wondering what this was based off of, it was based on moon x on youtube!! anyway thanks for reading bye love you

🏷: @pay-mind-to-the-crows, @planetflos, @alag-aasmaan, @harrycanyonmoonn

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MISS GURL 😭😭😭 you made me a nanami AND sukuna simp 🤕 thank you so much tho lol ,,

if its not too much to ask, can you make more mma!sukuna x chubby reader headcanons/drabbles? love you & your work btw!

-🦋 anon

It is no trouble at all my little vanilla bean, i love making chubby reader content and i LOVE mma!sukuna so i will gladly make some more :) lowkey been thinking about him a lot lately so lemme compile some thoughts sksksksk

CW: chubby fem reader, smut, so much fucking smut good lord sksksk, oral (male and fem receiving), fluff, mentions of dieting and body insecurities

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

I have so many thoughts about this

Ok lemme start by talking about Sukuna's massive horse schlong bc i gotta clarify some things sksksk

So in my first post i said that his dick was about 9 inches and as thick as a soda can, which it is, but that's not always a good thing sksksk

Big cock means he cant fuck you at hyper speed without seriously damaging your pussy 😖

So sex is usually slow and gentle with him 💕

Instead of jack hammering into your cunt and assuming it feels good, he's rolling his hips sensually, grinding his cock against your walls, rubbing your clit and watching for your reaction

BUT DONT GET IT TWISTED BBY, HE WASNT ALWAYS LIKE THIS

Mans did not care v much about his sex partner's pleasure before you, pretty much using them as a living fleshlight just to satiate him whenever he was horny

Generally not good at pleasing women bc he was so focused on himself, like he's got a big ass dick so that should be enough for them, right?

It really didn't help that all his partners were female fans and wanted him to like em so they were faking moans and orgasms left and right

So he's not great at sex when yall first start dating

But there's something about you that makes him wanna learn and develop techniques to make you cum

Maybe it's the emotional connection he developed over the two months of you taking care of him, but for the first time in his life he wants to please someone sexually and make them feel so good they lose their mind

Cue Sukuna researching how to make women cum and how to finger em and perform oral and blah blah blah kinda sad tbh aldhaldjks but he's trying which is all that matters

But you're built different than the average woman, your body is bigger and you have your own preferences, so half of the shit he learned doesn't work on you sksksk

Luckily, he's a quick learner, so after showing him your clit and experimenting with touch, he can play your pussy like a violin

SPEAKING OF YOUR PUSSY

Mans is obSESSED

So soft and cushiony and warm and wet and tight jesus christ your pussy feels so fucking good

If he could live between your thighs he gladly would jesus christ he can't get enough of you

His cock can't fit inside you completely, he gets about 6-7 inches in before he can't go any further, but your pussy lips are so chubby and plump that they engulf his dick so it's like he's got an extra inch inside you, PLUS you've got your thick thighs and fat ass so the rest of his cock gets swallowed up by your pudgy bits and jesus christ it feels wonderful

He was never able to fit completely inside skinny girls either, but they didn't have any cushion so he could definitely feel how much of his cock was inside them

But with you?? It's a mystery sksksk like he genuinely can't tell where your pussy ends and thighs begin, you're just so soft everywhere and you're so wet that he's thrusting without any problems and for the first time ever he feels like his entire cock is inside someone and it feels so good

It's an addicting feeling and it's one of the reasons he couldn't leave you even if he wanted to

But he doesn't like to just fuck your pussy are you kidding me???

Motherfucker practically unhinges his jaw trynna eat you out sksksk he wants to engulf your pussy completely and make you squirt all over him

Again, he was never too concerned about making his past partners cum, so oral rarely happened

But your pussy is so chubby and cute and he has to pull your pussy lips apart to see you and you're so wet and you're mewling and squirming and suddenly he's lapping up your slick and groaning at how good you taste

An absolute menace when it comes to oral

So goddamn MESSY MY GOD

He acts like he's in a pie eating contest good lord ya don't gotta go crazy like that calm down sksksk

He cant help it tho, he's just really passionate about eating you out, especially when you let out those cute hiccups and moans and gasps and pull on his hair and squeeze your thighs against his cheeks

His face is absolutely soaked by the time he's done but he don't care, he's so drunk off your pussy that nothin else matters to him

He's def a pussy slapper sksksk

Loves fingering you and pulling his fingers out right when you're about to cum and slapping your pussy

Just the way your body jolts and your chubby bits jiggle and you give a cute pout and call him a big MEANIE god it gets him so riled up

To be fair everything you do riles him up sksksk

You just got out of the shower and are walking around in just a towel? Boom, he's got a boner

You're all sweaty from working out? Boner

You're wearing those cute short shorts he bought you with the word "juicy" on the ass? Instant boner good lord he's gonna fuck you so good—

Shit you could just be mindin your business hyperfocusing on the task at hand and all he can think is 'they're so fucking cute jesus christ i wanna fuck the shit out of em'

No but half of the time yall fuck bc he just thinks you're too fucking cute and he doesn't know how to handle it

It's like when you see something cute and wanna pinch it and squeeze it and bite it but in this case he wants to fuck you until you can't speak

Ok let's take a break from the smut for a second

Sukuna acts all big and tough, and he is, but he is also the biggest baby you've ever met wth skksks

Mans always wants to cuddle

Doesnt matter when or where, he's wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, running his hands soothingly over your body

It's kind of like using a stress ball or a stim toy, like he just feels a lot more calm and content when he's holding you

Gets soooooo pouty when he can't cuddle you sksksk

Maybe you're busy with work or maybe you just don't wanna be held, but if he initiates cuddling and you shut him down, he'll practically throw a fit

"What the hell, babe? What'd ya push me away for? Are you mad at me or somethin?"

"No, Ryo, I'm not. I'm just not in the mood right now."

"Why not? You sick or somethin? Do you want me to go get you some medicine? I can pick somethin up to eat while I'm out. Ya want pizza or burgers?"

No but he's literally bending over backwards just to cuddle up with you and snuggle into your plush body

You either break his heart and keep rejecting him or open your arms and let this big baby come crashing into you

He's so needy too tf

You go to the other room for too long and he's coming to get you like "??? Babe what's taking so long i wanna take a nap with you on the couch"

You gotta go to school/work? He's trying to come with like he promises to sit and be quiet the whole time, he just wants to be near you

But if you ever call him clingy he'll wholeheartedly deny it

"I ain't 'clingy', that's stupid, why would you think that?" he says as he's snuggling up to your chest and practically demanding you play with his hair

Omg he loooooooooves when you play with his hair 🤧

Your fingers combing through his pink strands, nails scratching at his scalp, twirling his hair around your fingers

Calms him down in an INSTANT

He could be beating someone to death but if you come up and lightly pet his hair he just stops and melts into your touch

Like a big ole guard dog basically skskks like he's big and scary when you first look at him but deep down he's just a big soft baby 🥺💕

Since your schedules don't always match up, gym dates are really common

They pretty much consist of you going to the gym with him while he trains

Sometimes you work out too, other times you just sit nearby and give him an encouraging kiss whenever he needs it

He has a habit of flirting with you like you're a complete stranger and not his girlfriend

"Damn, baby. You fill those leggings out real good. You need somebody to spot ya while you do squats?"

"Ryo, your trainer's gonna get mad at you if you keep fucking around."

"Oooo, somebody's got a mouth on her. I like that in a woman ;)"

"Ryo."

"Ugh, FINE, im goin, but imma beat that pussy up later, just you wait"

He's so GOOFY WTH SKSKSK

He's flexing and showing off, winking and smirking at you when he's supposed to be focused on lifting weights

Has definitely lost his grip and fucked up bc he's busy staring at you sksksk

The gym isn't always fun tho

Sometimes you'll get a big ole gymrat's attention and he'll flirt with ya

Now, usually the guys at the gym know you're Sukuna's girl (he makes it very clear that you below to him when he glares daggers at anybody who stares at you), so they stay away

But occasionally a newbie will join the gym and won't know that you're off limits so he'll come up and talk to you when you're just tryin to refill your/Sukuna's water bottle

And you're naive and think that not many ppl find you attractive so you don't realize this stranger is flirting with you, you just think he's genuinely curious where you got your shoes from

But Ryo aint no idiot, he KNOWS you're a sexy piece of ass and he KNOWS that everybody wishes they had you for themselves

So he sees red whenever some puny little fuck gets too close to you and starts talking about random shit

He literally stops training (doesn't care if his trainer yells at him as he walks away), marches over to the two of you and pulls you to his chest

"What's takin so long, bunny?" He glares down at the guy in front of you. "This guy botherin you?"

"No, he was just curious about where i got my shoes."

"Yeah, I bet he was." Continues to glare until the guy leaves which let's be honest is in a matter of seconds bc Possessive Sukuna™️ is terrifying

Toxic trait alert!! Mans is super possessive and gets super jealous

I imagine he's only had one serious relationship before you and she ended up cheating on him with another UFC fighter, so he's lowkey terrified that it'll happen again

It's not that he doesn't trust you: he's just super mega insecure under that tough exterior and he's worried that some guy could come along and steal you away

You're gonna have to do a LOT of reassuring, lots of words of affirmation to let him know that you love him and only him and wouldn't leave him

If he's ever distant and moody bc some guy was flirting with you, just cup his cheeks, make him look at you and say "I love you more than anyone, Ryo" and he'll just "🥺 really? You do??"

This leads into the bedroom as well, like he'll be fucking you through your fourth orgasm and groaning "yeah, ya like that? Ya like my cock that much, bunny? You only get this way for me, right? This pretty lil pussy is all mine, isn't it? You belong to me, dontcha?" And you'll either have to nod or moan out an answer for all his questions bc he won't stop asking until he's satisfied with your response

Backtracking to words of affirmation: it's the best way to let him know he's loved so pls shower him in compliments every chance you get 🤧

Tell him he's handsome!! Tell him he's funny! Tell him he's sweet and nice and that he makes you feel safe and loved! You will literally have him wrapped around your finger if you praise him enough

SPEAKING OF PRAISE

Has a praise kink but doesn't realize it till he's with you and he's genuinely shocked by it sksksk

Ofc he knew that he loved fame and having adoring fans, but he didn't think he'd enjoy praise in the bedroom so much

You're sitting on his face one day, moaning and raking your fingers through his hair when you suddenly say "good boy" and he moans and shudders and the biggest glob of precum leaks out of his tip

Wholeheartedly denies that he has a praise kink, but you know he does and you milk it for all it's worth

"Oh, fuck, Ryo! Fuck, feels good, your cock feels so good! You're so good at this, Ryo. Oh my god, shit, yes, gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

Don't fake anything but be vocal about how good you feel and he'll crumble in seconds, just sit back and watch this man go absolutely feral and cum within a minute

OH OH OH, BUT SOMETHING THAT REALLY MAKES HIM MELT IS WHEN YOU TAKE CONTROL

He's not submissive but sometimes he likes to lie down and be taken care of by his pretty chubby baby 🤧

Like if he has a rough day training and you take care of him, he just—bruh he just can't take it skskks

Ok but a fantasy he has is he comes home exhausted and you greet him in lingerie and make him sit on the couch and suck his cock till he's spazzing 🤤

Note: his dick is way too big to suck unless you can open your jaw REALLY wide, like unhinging it like a snake

SO, to combat this, you use your tongue more, licking up and down his shaft and leaving wet kisses over his length

You also suck his balls a lot and give him a titty job, pressing your plump lips against the big head and sucking it gently

No but listen bby, this turns him on SOOOOOOO MUCH, like just seeing you so determined to make him feel good makes him so weak and he cums much faster than he wants to

Shit, you could have A cup titties and he'd still go apeshit, he don't care about how big they are, he's obsessed with you regardless

Lowkey loves your tummy the mostest 🤧

Ofc he loves your ass and titties and thighs, but there's something so nice and sweet about your tummy that makes him all mmmmmmm mushy 😖

Like he hugs you and you just squish against him and you're so soft and warm and comfy

And then when he fucks you and he's thrusting into you, your belly is like a built in cushion and it makes sex so much more pleasurable

Like the girls he used to have sex with were skinny and sometimes he could feel their bones and it was a little uncomfortable but you're so soft and plush and squishy, he just loves it so much 💕

Always slapping your ass, it's not even funny 😔

Doesn't matter where you are—could be at home or in front of a camera or during sex—he's smacking your ass without a word of warning

You get so MAD at him like!! You're trying to talk to someone and suddenly you're jolting and yelping bc your ass got beat and he just doesnt even CARE

"I just like seeing your fat ass jiggle" AYYO FUCK YOU RYOMEN SUKUNA, IMMA BEAT YO ASS 😤

Pls twerk for him sksksk like that's all he wants

If you can't twerk just straddle him reverse cowgirl style and grind your ass on his dick, he loves that shit

Has definitely tried hotdogging your ass before (he gives it a 7/10, your tits are better)

He's one of those annoying guys who complains when you don't shave your legs or trim your pussy, so you just go "ok, we don't have to have sex if you don't like body hair" and then he's like "wait, no, it's fine, i don't actually care, pls don't cockblock me" skksks

Picks you up wayyyyy too much. You give him a hug and he's lifting you up by your ass and urging you to wrap your limbs around him. Proceeds to carry you around the apartment until he finds a cozy spot, then lays down with you for cuddles

Ok now it's storytime

So you know those girls who walk around the ring inbetween matches holding up signs and stuff??

Welllllllll a few of them have had a crush on Sukuna

He's never gotten with a UFC octagon girl bc he didn't want to risk bumping into them after a one night stand and never texting her back sksksk

And now since yall are an item, he has no interest in them whatsoever

But that does not stop them from flirting with him

Tbh it's v rare: the majority of the girls are lovely women who are kind and sweet and who you talk with every time you go to Sukuna's fights (they think you guys make such a good couple and compliment your outfits all the time!! 🤧💕 just the sweetest!)

But there was this one girl who knew the two of you were dating and couldn't STAND it

Again, almost all the UFC ladies are absolutely wonderful and kind, but this one girl just couldn't accept that big strong Sukuna was head over heels in love with a short chubby girl like you which?? Honey, you're in your 20s, you need to grow up at some point

Anyways, she tries flirting with Sukuna, smiling and batting her eyelashes and giggling and touching him and shit

He's never receptive to it: he always looks down at her or any other girl and sees how they're acting and starts spacing out and thinks 'Y/N would be so much cuter if she was doing this'

Like his mind instantly goes to you and your pretty round face and beautiful eyes and cute chubby cheeks and lips and now he's needy and wants a kiss so he runs off to go find you, leaving the girl all alone and pissed off

This girl gets so envious that she starts trash talking you to the other UFC girls

"Can you believe what Y/N is wearing? I can't believe she'd go out in a crop top. It doesn't suit her at all."

"What are you talking about? Her outfit is so cute; it looks great on her."

"B-But don't you think it's too tiny for her? If I was her, I would try to be a bit more modest."

"Dude, we're practically in bikinis right now. We're dressed less modestly than her. Just leave her alone already."

No one falls for her attempts at making ppl hate you, so she just sits in silence and fumes angrily

She keeps flirting with Sukuna and he's still not receptive and it's pissing her off until ONE DAY he comes up to her after his fight to talk to her

He's asking questions about the UFC girl's uniform, like where she went to get it and how sizing worked and junk, and she was convinced he was flirting with her and was talking about her outfit bc he was gonna transition into getting her naked, so she just straight up flirts back

"Ryomen, if you're that curious about my outfit, I could show you some more details in your dressing room."

"What? Why?"

"You know... to give you an up close and personal look at what it's made of ;)"

"Oh, thanks, but I think I'm good from here. I'll just go talk to my manager and get in contact with the seamstress."

"Wait, why do you wanna get in touch with her?"

"Oh, I was thinkin bout gettin one of these lil outfits for Y/N. She'd look real cute in one, but I want it to be a surprise, ya know? That's why I was askin."

Girlie feels so dumb and defeated

Straight up quits UFC not long after bc she's so embarrassed, plus her swimsuit modeling career is taking off so she's too busy

Anyways you never see her again sksksk

BUT YOU DO SEE A LIL OUTFIT A WEEK OR SO LATER

Your belly and love handles are hanging over the shorts, your thighs squished by them. You could barely get the button done, not to mention how your tits are pretty much overflowing in the "top"

"Ryo, this is too tight :( it's too small for me."

"No it's not, baby. I gave em your measurements and everything."

He actually ordered it a couple inches smaller so he could see you like this 🥴

He's got you all dressed up in front of him with heels and a sign and everything

You're trying to hide behind it but he keeps circling you like a hawk

"It looks good on ya, babe. Your tits look great."

"I feel ridiculous."

"Y/N." He lifts your chin and stares down at you, his expression serious. "You're drop-dead gorgeous. If you don't believe me," he grabs your hand, placing it on his hardened member, "then believe this."

He's rock hard and throbbing against your palm, making your eyes widen, your face burning.

"Been thinkin bout you wearin one of these for a while," he says, moving the sign out of the way. "Every time those girls would walk on stage, I'd imagine you instead, practically naked as you hold up a sign. You'd look so fucking good in the ring." He takes the sign from your hand, dropping it beside him.

"But I don't want anyone else to see you like this. I want you all to myself." His hands glide over your waist, squeezing at your love handles and back as he pulls you to his chest. "Ain't no way in hell I'm lettin some greasy fans see my pretty girl dressed up like a slut. This is just for me, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Good girl. Ya wanna fuck me while ya wear this?"

"...yes."

"Yea ya do. Hold on." He picks you up, locking his arms under your ass, burying his face into your cleavage and nibbling at your tits. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, bunny, just you wait~"

Ok he may or may not have to order a new UFC outfit for you bc he ripped up the first one 🤧

PLEASE WEAR HIS CLOTHES GOOD GOD HE WANTS TO SEE YOU WRAPPED UP IN HIS STUFF

You tell him his clothes are too small and won't fit but now he's even MORE determined to get you to wear his stuff bc he wants to see your chubby bits press against the fabric 🥴

Oh god, but once you finally put on one of his shirts, he's just staring at your squished tits and the little bit of your belly peeking out from the bottom and he's so hard it's embarrassing

But if you REALLY don't like his clothes bc they're too tight, he just buys some bigger stuff

Literally all his hoodies were bought so you could steal em 🤧

He also has some baggy boxers that he insists you wear around the house

Just very adamant about you wearing his clothes. It's like a territorial thing, he's gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to

PDA is a MUST

HOLD HIS HAND! LET HIM PUT HIS ARM AROUND YOU! KISSES ARE REQUIRED AT LEAST EVERY FIVE MINUTES OR HE'LL DIE!!!

Obvs I'm exaggerating but you get the point sksksk

Yk those tiktok vids where girls prank their boyfriends by letting go of their hands or pushing them away?

Yea if you ever do that with him he'll throw a tantrum

"I know you didn't just push me offa you 😡" proceeds to grab your hand roughly and squeeze it tight as he keeps walking

V angery if you deny him physical affection, how tf else is he gonna show that he loves you??

I mentioned this in my first post, but he HATES the thought of you dieting

Now ofc he'll support you no matter what and if you wanna make positive changes to your eating habits then sure he'll help you out

But going on a diet to lose weight? Oh, he wholeheartedly despises that sksksk

Listen: you have no reason to dislike yourself! You are smart and kind and so fucking pretty jesus christ babe leave a lil beauty for the rest of us sksksk

But there's going to be some times where it's difficult to love yourself and you struggle (which is normal!! Don't hate yourself for not loving yourself 24/7, its okay)

As a result, you feel insecure and there's a chance you'll try to cut back and start a new diet in order to lose weight

If that happens, god forbid Sukuna find out

Let's say that he notices you eating less and feeling miserable:

His first reaction is rage, like wtf are you doing, why are you starving yourself, are you insane??

He's slowly learning that getting angry just makes you feel worse, so he holds back his feelings as best he can

He keeps his opinions to himself and suddenly says that he's going out and will be back soon

Cue Sukuna coming home almost and hour later carrying several takeout bags

"Babe, what's all that?"

"It's food. I was hungry."

Proceeds to sit on the couch and start emptying bags, placing food containers all over it

He went to like five different places, getting all your favorite dishes, and you just feel your heart sink

"Ryo, I can't—"

"You don't hafta eat anythin," he interrupts, picking up a straw french fry and popping it in his mouth. "I ain't gonna force ya. But I want ya to know that there's nothin wrong with ya and that I like ya the way ya are, so you should like yourself too." He unwraps a burger, taking a big bite out of it. "Also, I'm not gonna he able to eat all this stuff by myself over the next few days. I could really use the help of a sexy, curvy lady who makes my dick—"

"Alright, alright, I get it. Hand me a fork."

Yall eat a sensible amount and have leftovers for like 3 days, so you're kind of sick of takeout food for a while ✌🤧 but it's the thought that counts and it was real sweet 🥺

All in all, he's a piece of work but he genuinely loves you and would do anything for you and is dynamight in the sack so you might as well keep him sksksk

#ask #🦋 anon #mma!sukuna #sukuna x reader #chubby reader #fem reader #ok imma play animal crossing sksksk #mma fighter!sukuna #sukuna #☀️ fics #☀️ asks

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burning-omen · 3 years

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A Hero’s Duty

Bruce Wayne x Male!reader

Warning ⚠️: Smut, oral sex, rimming, blow job, cum swallowing (not really mentioned but it happens), tiny bit of angst, very short

(A/n: I wrote this in like an hour after reading that Bruce “power switch” Wayne doesn’t do oral. A very Wrong and Bad take on Bruce. This was just my excuse to write Bruce Wayne giving reader a rim/blowjob.)

Slowly running his roughly textured hands down your sides and over your thighs before hooking them over his shoulders. Gently pushing your legs forward, opening them a bit more. Bruce leaned forward, nipping and kissing at your thighs, leaving a trail of dark marks as he went lower and lower. Stopping just before your taint, then trailing up again. Pulling away from your thighs and moving to your aching cock that stood painfully erect between your legs.

Wrapping his soft, pink lips around the head, taking it into his mouth and messaging it with his tongue. Running the tip of his tongue over the slit, licking up the small bead of pre-cum that leaked out.

Light jolts of pleasure ran through your body as he toyed with you. A low groan erupted from your throat as you ran your fingers through his now un-styled, messy hair.

“Bruce,” you panted out gently, “please, stop teasing me.”

He pulled away from your cock with a little satisfied smirk on his face. Wordlessly squeezing your thighs before going lower. Lapping his tongue over your tight hole. You gasped at the feeling, his warm, wet tongue pushing in and stretching you, then the cold air hitting you when he pulled away.

Shivers ran up your spine as he effortlessly fucked you with his tongue. Slipping two fingers in alongside it, pressing against your sensitive walls. You tried to keep still as best as you could but couldn’t help but rut your hips against him. You could feel him inside of you, not even an inch away from the spot that you knew would drown in the sudden overflow of pleasure. You could feel him there, only if he went just a bit farther.

“Deeper, please, please, please…” your muttered pleas slowly descended into nothing more loud moans.

Bruce glanced up at you for a second, you could practically hear the little smirk on his face.

You gasped as he suddenly pushed deeper into you. Your toes curling and your fingers tightly gripping his hair as a hard wave a pleasure ripped through your body.

You heard Bruce groan, looking down and noticing the impossibly tight grip you held on his hair.

You let out a breathless chuckle as you loosened your grip, “Sorry.”

He chuckled back at you, pulling out to say, “apology accepted.”

“Good, great, now get back in there.”

He laughed, lowering back down and wasting no time in shoving his tongue back inside your hole.

Bruce messaged your walls with a steady, but painfully slow pace.

You’re not complaining, some of the spots he hit made you vision blur as you went cross eyed. But you couldn’t help but want something that would inevitably leave you gaping and exhausted by the end of it.

You pushed yourself against Bruce’s tongue, a silent beg for him. He quickly compiled, pulling his fingers out before thrusting them back in, directly against your prostate.

Once again he moved his tongue out of you, but quickly replaced it with another finger as his mouth began working on your cock.

Licking a long stride up the underside of your shaft, making a shiver run up your spine.

Without any warning he took your entire cock in his mouth, his skilled tongue working at your cock as he bobbed his head, setting a brutal pace as he fucked your tight hole.

Your head fell back against your bed as you’re quickly overcome with pleasure, you orgasm building and building before finally…

A wave of relief rushes over you as you released in Bruce's mouth, who has yet to stop. You watched for a moment as your own cum dripped out of Bruce’s mouth. He swallowed hard around your cock and the dripping stopped.

The intense pleasure quickly became too much and you pushed his face away.

“Okay…” you panted, letting out a short, quiet laugh. “…okay, baby, I’m done.”

Bruce quickly pulled away, sitting back on his knees.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, looking down at Bruce. He grinned back at you, resting his head against your thigh.

“Y/n…” he muttered quietly.

You let yourself fall back against the bed again before humming a quick response to Bruce.

“I…I have to go…”

Laying your arm over your eyes, groaned again, this time not out of pleasure but out of annoyance.

“I know, I know. It’s just…”

“Vigilante stuff.”

“That’s the simplest way to put it”

Sighing, you muttered, “Alright.”

You felt a light kiss be pressed on your cheek then heard water running in another room, then silence.

A few minutes later you heard a light whisper in your ear.

“I love you..”

Turning to look at Bruce, you smiled.

“I love you too,” you placed your hand on his cheek, pulling him down for a quick kiss. “Be safe.”

“I will.”

#Bruce Wayne x male!reader #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne smut #batman x male reader #x male reader #cinnamon #hero’s do that #x male!reader

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toutallyahoe · 3 years

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good sir, if you are taking asks at this moment, I would like to ask for nsfw ethan headcanons. or really anything with nsfw ethan. i simp for this man so much, it is not funny-

- 🌺✨ (aka a new anon to this wonderful page)

pairing(s): ethan winters x male reader

warnings: cursing, nsfw content ahead

a/n: hallo 🌺✨ anon and happy to have you here in this mess of a blog!

and ive been talking about ethan's kinks in previous asks but ill try to compile this one here haha, hope you enjoy 💙

btw im using 2 pov on writing hcs and etc but will continue using 3 pov in my usual works

ethan winters prefer soft vanilla sex but that doesnt mean you both cant be kinky from time to time

mostly, he is just a soft boi who is definitely a pillow princess

please take care of him, the man has been through a lot

but anyways

praise kink is definitely ethan favorite kinks of them all

ethan deserves to know how much of a good boy he is

how good he was taking you so well and just over all praise his body

he likes being reminded that he is love by you and that the scars he has all over his body after the shit he had been through louisiana and the village are not ugly at all

and that you just appreciate every inch of his body even if he hates some parts of himself

just let ethan know his scars arent ugly

that he is the most beautiful man in the world and just let him know you love him so much

please kiss and tell him he is beautiful

ethan is very weak for it

especially when you guys have sex

like to imagine ethan has daddy kink to be honest

it was a surprise for both you and him when that slipped out of his mouth when he decided to be a power bottom that one night

it just open a kink that ethan never knew he even liked

he is a papa but when you softly call him daddy as you fuck him?

poor man is w e a k

please, call him daddy

also, ethan will not enjoy pain that much

he has ptsd from the shit he went through louisiana and the village

so please be soft with him

reasons why soft vanilla is the best way to go for him

the only pain ethan wants to feel is you literally destroying his ass, the hickeys and bite marks you leave in his skin, and orgasm denial

and yes, ethan has an edging kink and is very into orgasm denial

it is a bit of pain but goddamn ethan loves the thrill of you delaying and denying his orgasm

it doesnt only turns him on but it also gives him much more time to spend with you

yes, even in having kinky sex this boi is thinking about just being with you

he adores you so much

please love him

and also im going to add this since it became very popular recently

and because im a sucker for this shit

belly bulging

ethan is very much weak for it

if he gets a belly bulge from your dick inside him and rearranging his guts, he unconsciously places a hand

which is just really adorable and wholesome enough

ethan lightly touching and feeling the way you move inside him

god, he could literally just cum with that thought honestly

you will fill him good

ethan loves it

he is rather addicted to it

especially if you praise him for it as well

and if you mention about his belly bulging because of your cock, expect ethan to clench on you and prettily moan and whimper

especially if you place a hand on his and pressed on his belly bulge

fuck

ethan's mind just blanks

your so big that it shows even on his belly

so lowkey ethan has a size kink now that i think about it

what do you mean he is canonically 5'11? cant hear you over 5'9 ethan winters asfshsjkdksjfjjf

but anyways

please, continue just love him

thats all he wants and needs

just you loving him

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koy6na · 3 years

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i’m a new writer so if u could leave a like or possibly reblog if u like what u read here it’d mean a lot!

gojo is an ass to you. always pulling your hair or making you buy him and geto food with YOUR money. he’ll find you alone in the corner of the library just to remind you how despicable he thinks you are. he spats insults about your looks or about how you’re probably a huge slut outside of school, which isn’t true because no guy has ever even looked your way. you can feel your eyes watering as you try and avoid his cold gaze, but your attempt falls short as he uses those big hands to grip your chin, pulling your gaze to his. “don’t be rude, slut. what’s wrong? can’t handle the truth?”

he lets go of your chin and thumbs away a fat tear that rolls softly down your flushed cheek. “what a loser crybaby,” he says as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, “i bet all the guys you fucked would love to see you like this.” his hand drags behind him as he swiftly walks away. his words contrasted with his actions, confusing you “i don’t do shit like that.” you blubber pathetically, gojo stops dead in his tracks. the clack of his shoes grows louder as he returns to you.

he stands right in front of you, doing and saying nothing for about a minute until you finally look up at him. his icy blue eyes are practically glowing with intensity. his lips curl into a sick grin. “so, i guess you’re a slut AND a liar.” he sneers as he walks out of the library. you wipe your tears unbeknownst to the fact that gojo was secretly thankful that you were a sweet virgin. it’s not like he actually thought you were a huge slut, it’s just that your reactions always got him riled up. more so than any pornstar or supermodel could.

everyday after school gojo would run into his dorm and reminisce on all those faces you made, what words you uttered, how warm your tears were. he would compile every element to concoct the best fap material he could possibly think of. they mostly consisted of scenarios where you were sobbing and begging for him. his hands would roam all over his body to get the full experience from his made-up fantasies with you.

he lay flushed and gasping for air as he came messily into his fist, his soft murmurs of your name became full on moans as he neared his high. this was the best and though he bullied you all day at school he would never admit that this is what he longed for everyday.

when he returned to school he figured he would continue with his normal school activities of insulting and teasing you to tears until he saw you standing with another classmate. a male classmate to be exact. he could feel a heat in his stomach rise into his chest. the guy was smiling sickly at you. in your hands was a pink envelope. most likely a measly confession from him. he reached his hand up to brush hair behind your ear, and you blushed at his words, gojo could just tell what this prick was saying to you. probably something about how pretty you looked or how cute you were, things that meant nothing. he would never know what it was like so see your tears fall down your flushed face and hear you whine to reassure him that you were still a good girl, though it shouldn’t matter to him.

gojo marched over to the two of you and in the midst of his jealousy, had an epiphany. he knew exactly what he would do to be the perfect form of hazing to punish you.

so he finds you doing the classroom cleaning, wandering to the supply closet. as you rummage through boxes looking for something to wipe the desks with you hear the door click. when you turn around you’re met with a certain sorcerer smirking at you. “i thought you could use a little help.” he says calmly as he grabs a broom and a few towels. you were surprised at his behavior considering how different it was from his past actions.

he made his way to the classroom where he began whistling a tune and wiping down the desks. as if yesterday he didn’t have you sobbing in the library. as if yesterday he hadn’t fucked his fist to your sobs. you walked in cautiously and begin to sweep the classroom floor. as he nears your desk he reaches in to grab the pink letter out of your bag. “what’s this? got a boyfriend?” gojo smirks deviously as your heart sinks. “dear _____, i had always thought you were so beautiful from the second i saw you,” gojo scoffs, “can’t he be a little more creative?” your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “he’s not my boyfriend.”

gojo’s ears perk up, he can feel his heart race. “no? just another guy you’ve fucked then?” your eyes shoot straight up to look at him. “no! i told you, i’ve never done things like that!” your lips were beginning to quiver. gojo could feel his pants becoming tight around his crotch. “oh really?” he dropped the rags onto the nearest desk and strode over to you.

“prove it then.”

your eyes widened at him. “what?” you whispered, shock overcoming you. “you heard me, i said prove you’re not a slut.” his words were laced in honey, they were sticking to your brain and making your knees wobble. you swallowed thickly with anxiety. “w-what do you mean?” at this point gojo was right in front of you, he drew closer to the point where you could feel his breath tickling your face. “what i mean is,” his lips moved closer to your ear, “i’m gonna fuck that pretty cunt of yours to see if you’re really an innocent virgin like you claim.”

your breath hitched in your throat. his hand came up and under your skirt to skim your underwear. he drew his thick fingers to your core and felt nothing but warm dampness seeping from within. he backed you up on top of the teachers desk. you gasped as he roughly groped your breasts through your school uniform. his hands left your dripping cunt and unbuckled his belt. he sucked harshly on your neck, it was as if he was quenching a long time thirst with the taste of your neck in his teeth.

gojo stops and stares at your reddening cheeks. you can’t tell what he’s thinking when he looks like this, all you know is that these eyes could kill you if you stared into them for too long. without changing his gaze he drags one of your shaky hands to his crotch. you can feel the beating of your heart hammering in your chest, wondering if gojo can feel it as well, as his chest is so close it’s almost pressed to yours.

his hands guide yours into his pants and you can feel the soft flesh of his dick as he winces. instinctively your hands curl around his rod, unleashing it from its confines. his breath hitches in his throat as you pump your nimble digits slowly. your index finger swipes the tip, it’s sticky and hot and he knows you can feel it seeping onto your hand the more you touch him. he can’t help it if you do it so well.

but it’s not enough. so he removes your hands from him and backs away. his cock still hard and puffy at the tip. he stands there, watching your chest heave up and down. “well?” he says with a shake of his head. your ears perk at the sound of his voice. “c’mon don’t get shy on me,” and suddenly you know exactly what to do. so you slide off the desk and onto your knees, inching closer to him. his head is red and pulsing, glistening with precum. it looks as though it’s calling for you to milk him of every last drop, so you do just that.

your soft lips wrap around the head, your tongue swipes out to lick a stripe onto his cock head, collecting what’s yours. he lets out a moan, its quiet but it sounds pretty as it echoes around the empty classroom. your mouth sinks further down and his moans get louder. he feels like this is where he truly belongs, standing in peace with his pretty girl who sucks his cock so well. his eyes are fluttering when he realizes you’ve taken him to the base.

he can see those pretty eyes watering with tears as you bob your head on his length. your throat is gagging and he can feel every convulsion. he groans and grabs your head. “fuck. where’d you learn how to do this. hmmm? answer me.” he can feel his toes curling as his tip hits the back of your throat. “o-oh fuck. don’t stop.” he cries out as if you had any intention to stop before he gave you his cum.

he can feel his orgasm catching up to him, so he looks away from you because he knew if he saw you teary eyed and gagging on his cock he’d cum so hard so fast. “i swear to god if any other guy’s had his dick in your throat i’d kill ‘im.” gojo moans out that last part with a choked groan. he calls out your name right before you pull your mouth off him.

“the fuck are you doing?” gojo raises his voice at you, his eyes shoot daggers as you wipe your mouth. “i told you a million times, you’re the only one.” now you’ve done it. you’ve given yourself over to him completely. he knows it, you know it, and gojo feels like he could cum from just hearing that. but he knows it’d be cruel to not let you swallow him whole after all that hard work you just did. so he grabs your hair and pushes his cock in all at once. your eyes are flooding and your mouth is drooling with precum and spit.

“i already knew that. now shut up and take my cum.” gojo spits out his last breath before he releases all into your mouth. his eyes scrunch shut. his fists are balled into your pretty head of hair. his moans are high pitched and whiny. he’s gasping for oxygen as you feel every drop of him collecting behind your swollen lips. even after he’s cum he can’t stop bucking his hips, his knees feel like jello and he has to lean against the teacher’s desk in order to balance.

he finally lets you go as you’re gasping and coughing around nothing. his cum was already fucked down your throat. you turn around to face him as he composes himself. he’s zipping his pants back up as he turns to leave. “wanna help me clean my room tomorrow, sweets?” gojo asks, side eyeing you at the door.

“of course.”

this ones gonna need a part 2;)

#gojo #jjk satoru #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru smut #satoru gojo #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru smut

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sluttyminghao · 3 years

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PROMPT MASTERLIST

Disclaimer: All of these prompts were written by me, @myunghoehoehoe. All of these are mere visualizations and pieces of writing, and should not be representative of who they are. Do NOT post these anywhere else without my permission, and please credit if you do so. I am in no way associated with the members of Seventeen so all of these should strictly remain within the confines of Tumblr or accepted sites with my permission.

With that being said, I have compiled most, if not all, of my prompts from this site as they are quite popular! I hope that you find something here to read that you like and continue to support me! Thank you!

PSA: The Numbered Prompts come from this post and this post, so I hope that I can use these again in the future!

Seungcheol x Praise Kink

Prompt 7 w/ Wonwoo

Prompt 12 and 29 w/ Minghao

Prompt 29 and 39 w/ Mingyu

Prompt 4, 22 and 27

Prompt 6, 72 and 76 w/ Jeonghan

Prompt 9 and 31 (Male Reader)

Prompt 22 and 28 w/ Jeonghan (Male Reader)

Prompt 4, 8 and 15

Prompt 19 and 42

Prompt 32 and 51

Prompt 1 and 18

Prompt 76

Prompt 10 and 39

Seungcheol x Edging

Seungcheol x Degradation

Jeonghan x Edging x Multiple Orgasms

Prompt 20 and 43

Prompt 3

Prompt 54 and 77 w/ Jihoon

Prompt 39

Prompt 42 and 89 (Male Reader)

Prompt 58 and 85

Prompt 6, 72 and 76 w/ Seungcheol

Prompt 22 and 28 w/ Seungcheol (Male Reader)

Prompt 22, 62 and 75 (Male Reader)

Prompt 37 and 52

Prompt 74, 79 and 90 w/ Minghao

Prompt 88 and 91

Prompt 4 and 80 w/ Jihoon

Prompt 6 and 12

Jeonghan x Breeding Kink

Prompt 43 and 44

Prompt 36 and 40

Prompt 26 and 77 w/ Minghao

Prompt 21 and 95

Joshua x Edging x Toys

Prompt 58 and 98

Prompt 12 and 22

Prompt 13 and 69

Prompt 29 and 93

Prompt 3, 54 and 97 w/ Wonwoo

Prompt 42 and 46

Prompt 17

Prompt 40 and 48

Prompt 18 and 29 w/ Wonwoo

Prompt 100

Prompt 29 and 39

Prompt 73 and 89 w/ Wonwoo

Prompt 88

Junhui x Rimming

Prompt 93 and 96

Prompt 9 and 67

Prompt 6 and 12

Prompt 26 and 80 w/ Soonyoung

Prompt 25 and 32

Prompt 25, 28 and 93

Prompt 73

Prompt 71 and 100

Junhui x Impreg Kink

Prompt 64 and 74

Prompt 82 and 87

Prompt 26 and 80 w/ Junhui

Soonyoung x Making Out/Oral Fixation

Soonyoung x Rimming (male reader)

Prompt 73 and 88

Prompt 21 and 28

Wonwoo x Overstimulation

Wonwoo x Nipple Play

Prompt 54 and 62 w/ Vernon

Prompt 7 w/ Seungcheol

Prompt 3 and 9

Prompt 68 and 90

Prompt 2 and 57

Prompt 93 and 99

Prompt 32 and 43 (Male Reader)

Prompt 3, 54 and 97 w/ Joshua

Prompt 9, 22 and 24 w/ Minghao

Wonwoo x Dirty Talk

Wonwoo x Degradation (Male Reader)

Prompt 8 and 25

Prompt 47 and 60

Prompt 18 and 29 w/ Joshua

Prompt 1

Prompt 73 and 89 w/ Joshua

Prompt 54 and 77 w/ Jeonghan

Prompt 79 and 90

Prompt 4 and 80 w/ Jeonghan

Jihoon x Overstimulation (Male Reader)

Prompt 1 and 32 w/ Minghao

Prompt 73 and 96

Prompt 3

Seokmin x Food Play

Prompt 6 and 16

Prompt 75 and 83

Prompt 11 and 79

Prompt 63 and 87

Prompt 54 and 56

Seokmin x Size Kink

Prompt 55

Prompt 12 and 19

Mingyu x Voyeurism

Mingyu x Impact Play (Trigger Warning)

Mingyu x Toys x Restraints

Mingyu x Face Riding

Prompt 29 and 39 w/ Seungcheol

Mingyu x Toys

Mingyu x Impreg Kink

Mingyu x Size Kink

Prompt 21 and 44

Prompt 9 and 54

Minghao x Edging

Prompt 12 and 23

Prompt 41 and 70

Prompt 12 and 29 w/ Seungcheol

Prompt 55 and 100

Prompt 75

Prompt 89 and 90

Prompt 74, 79 and 90 w/ Jeonghan

Prompt 9, 22 and 24 w/ Wonwoo

Minghao x Oral

Minghao x Breeding Kink

Prompt 1 and 32 w/ Jihoon

Prompt 10 and 87

Prompt 26 and 77 w/ Jeonghan

Prompt 47 and 67

Prompt 19 and 33

Prompt 10 and 15

Vernon x Choking x Marking

Prompt 16 and 18

Prompt 76

Prompt 54 and 62 w/ Wonwoo

Prompt 52 and 55

Prompt 18 and 81

Prompt 18, 88 and 99

Prompt 22

Prompt 68 and 97

Prompt 46, 81 and 85

Vernon x Hand Kink

Prompt 12

Prompt 95

Prompt 17 and 40

Prompt 76 and 100

Prompt 40 and 63

Chan x Dry Humping x Marking

Prompt 20, 33 and 47

Prompt 8 and 55

Prompt 46 and 58

Prompt 45 and 67

Prompt 50 and 89

Prompt 50 and 56

Prompt 57 and 63

Prompt 22 and 100

MTL Best at Fingering

MTL Best at Taming their Brat S/O

MTL To Get Jealous/Possessive

MTL To Like Nipple Piercings

MTL To Be Into Older Partners

MTL To Use Toys

MTL To Have A Size Kink

MTL Best At Tongue Kissing

MTL Wants To Be Rimmed

MTL To Get Hard From Just Kissing

MTL To Have FWB Over A Serious Relationship

MTL To Be Into Food Play

MTL To Fuck In A Car

MTL Who Would Love Having Eye Contact W/ Partner As They Lick Their Hand and Bring It Down to Finger Them

MTL Who Would Catch Feelings For A Fuckbuddy

MTL To Finger Their Partner While They Drive

MTL To Come Home W/ Everything But Only Needing Milk (not nsfw)

MTL To Give Multiple Orgasms

MTL To Subtly Grope Their S/O In A Semi-Public Place

MTL To Be Attracted To A Latina

MTL To Date An ‘01 Liner

MTL To Wake You Up And Ask For Sex

MTL To Gift Their Partner Lingerie Because They Want To

MTL To Have A Size Kink

MTL To Have Studio Sex

MTL To Push You Against The Wall and Intimidate You Because They Like You

MTL To Put Their Hand In Their S/O Back Pocket In Public

MTL To Date A Short Girl

MTL To Have A Biting Kink (Giving)

MTL To Ask Their S/O To Have A Shirtless Cuddle Sesh In The Middle Of The Night

MTL To Have Phone Sex During A Concert

MTL To Be Into Someone Who Seems Innocent But Is Kinky

MTL To Be Into Temperature Play

MTL To Want To Make You Squirt All The Time

Slow, Romantic Lovemaking Vs. Rough, Animalistic Sex

Seventeen Reaction to Hearing You Moan Their Name While You Masturbate

Seventeen Reaction When You Walk Awkwardly After a Rough Night

Seventeen Reaction To You Sending Nudes

Seventeen Reaction To Their S/O Wanting A Threesome W/ A Girl

Seventeen Reaction When Their S/O Asks To Rim Them

Seventeen Reaction To Their S/O Liking Crime Documentaries (not nsfw)

Seventeen Reaction When Their S/O Is Naked When They Come Back From A Business Trip

Seventeen Reaction To You Wearing Only An Oversized Sweater x Boxers (male reader)

Seventeen Reaction To You Wearing A Maid Dress

Seventeen Reaction To You Being Flirty When Drunk

Seventeen Reaction To You Walking Around In A Thong and Cropped Shirt

Seventeen Reaction To Their Girlfriend Being Small W/ Big Boobs

Seventeen Reaction When Their S/O Asks Them To Teach Them How To Give A Blowjob

Seventeen Reaction To You Wanting A Relaxing Bath Together

Seventeen Reaction To You Speaking 4 Languages (not nsfw)

Seventeen Reaction When Their Girlfriend Wants To Be Manhandled During Sex

Seventeen Reaction To Noona Friend Kissing Them and Confessing (not nsfw)

Seventeen Reaction To Their Guy Best Friend Suddenly Getting Shy Around Them

Seventeen Reaction To Their Girlfriend Wanting Them To Teach Her To Use A Vibrator

Seventeen Reaction To Learning You Have An Impreg Kink

Seventeen Reaction To You Pinning Them Against The Wall

Seventeen Reaction To You Kissing Them Out Of Jealousy In Front of Another Girl

Seventeen Reaction To Reader (Male) Walking In And Getting Flustered While They Change

Seventeen Reaction To Their Drunk S/O Calling Them Daddy

Seventeen Reaction To Reader Rejecting Them Due To Body Insecurities And Thinking She Doesn’t Deserve Them

Seventeen Reaction To Waking Up Earlier Than S/O The Morning After

Seventeen Reaction When Their Boyfriend Catches Them With Toys

Seventeen Reaction To Their Shy/Quiet Girlfriend Suddenly Being Rough

Seventeen Reaction To Finding Someone Else Trying To Kiss Their S/O

Seventeen Reaction To Seeing Their Crush

Seventeen Reaction To Finding Out Their S/O Has Tattoos

Seventeen Reaction To Their Partner Showing Them Bathing Suits They Bought

Seventeen Reaction To Seeing You In A Cat Tail And Ears

Seventeen Reaction To Titfucking

Seventeen Reaction To You Giving Them The Silent Treatment When You’re Jealous

Seventeen Reaction When You Want To Try Mutual Masturbation

Seventeen Reaction To Their Girlfriend Sucking Them Off While Titfucking

Seventeen Reaction To Their Small Girlfriend Dominating Them

Seventeen Reaction To You Asking Them To Be Your First

Seventeen Reaction To You Humping Their Pillow

Seventeen Reaction To Cockwarming You While Watching Movies

Seventeen Reaction To Waking You Up At Night Because They Have A Boner

Seventeen Reaction To You Secretly Joining Them In The Shower

Seventeen Reaction To You Giving Them A Handjob

Seventeen Reaction When Their Male Crush Wears Round Specs

Seventeen Reaction When Their S/O Wants To Suck Their Balls While Giving Them A Blowjob

Seventeen Reaction To Wanting To Get Back With Their Ex Girlfriend

Seventeen Reaction To Seeing Their Girlfriend’s Naturally Curly Hair

Seventeen Reaction To You Using A Vibrator On Them

Seventeen Reaction When You Use Your Safe Word

Seventeen Reaction To Doing 69

Seventeen Reaction To You Being Flirty But Hard-To-Get

Seventeen Reaction When Reader Seems Innocent But Is Dom In Bed

Seventeen Reaction When They Get Caught Using Toys On Themselves

Seventeen Reaction When They See Their Male S/O Wear A Belly Chain

Seventeen Reaction When Their S/O Suggestively Licks/Sucks Their Fingers

Seventeen Reaction When They Find Their Fuck Buddy’s Positive Pregnancy Test

Seventeen Reaction To You Wanting To Try Shibari

Seventeen Reaction To Their S/O Squirting When They Enter A Room

Seventeen Reaction To Their Girlfriend Swallowing Their Cum

Seventeen Reaction To Their Boy Crush Wearing Round Glasses

Hip Hop Unit Reaction When You Spread Your Legs Randomly When Watching Netflix

Hip Hop Unit Reaction To You Flinching During An Argument (not nsfw)

Hip Hop Unit Reaction To Their S/O Liking Being Handcuffed/Choked

Hip Hop Unit Reaction To You Doing Yoga In Tight Spandex With Ass Hanging Out

Vocal Unit Reaction To You Wanting To Record Sex With Them

Vocal Unit Reaction To You Flinching During An Argument

Vocal Unit Reaction To You Wanting To Roleplay With Them

Who Would Date An Influencer/Blogger (not nsfw)

Seventeen’s Favourite Sex Positions

Seventeen’s Favourite Sex Positions (Explained)

Joshua’s Reaction To You Sending Nudes

Jeonghan’s Reaction To Finding Out You’re A Virgin

Seungcheol’s Reaction To Finding Out Your Neck is Sensitive

Seokmin’s Reaction To You Having A Crying Kink

Minghao’s Reaction When You Join Him In The Shower

Junhui’s Reaction When You Dry Hump Him

Mingyu’s Reaction to Reader Having A Breeding/ Impreg Kink (male reader)

Joshua Reaction To You Being Into Breeding

Vernon’s Reaction To You Being A Virgin

Seungcheol’s Reaction To You “Accidentally” Palming Him Under The Table

Jeonghan’s Reaction To You Wanting Him To Cum Inside You

Seungcheol’s Reaction When Reader Wants To Suck Him Off In Public

Jihoon’s Reaction To You Getting Turned On By His Muscles

Seungcheol’s Reaction To You Wanting Him To Cum Inside You

Jeonghan’s Reaction To Finding Out You Were Sick While He’s Away (not nsfw)

Joshua’s Reaction To You Wanting To Try Anal

Jeonghan’s Reaction To You Accidentally Kissing Him

Seungcheol’s Reaction To Teasing You and You Have No Underwear On

Joshua’s Reaction To Wanting Male Reader To Suck Them Off

Seungcheol’s Reaction To His Boyfriend Sitting In His Lap

Jeonghan’s Reaction To Finding His S/O Drunk And Alone

Joshua’s Reaction To His Partner Wanting To Peg Him

Junhui’s Reaction When You Gift Him A Cat

Joshua’s Reaction To Reader Wanting Him To Manhandle Them And Be Rough With Them

Jeonghan’s Reaction When You Ask Him Out First

Minghao’s Reaction When His Stubborn Boyfriend Is A Whiny Bottom

Wonwoo’s Reaction To Rimming and Giving His Boyfriend A Blowjob

Junhui’s Reaction To You Wanting To Peg Him

How Would Joshua Eat Out His Girlfriend?

Hoshi Being A Masochist

Seventeen’s Turn On’s

Vernon’s Turn On’s

Minghao’s Turn On’s

Mingyu’s Turn On’s

#prompt masterlist #prompts #seventeen smut #svt smut #kpop smut #kpop

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vminity21 · 3 years

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Goodbye to Hello | jjk (sneak peek)

Pairing: badboy!jeongguk x female!reader, strangers to lovers!au, badboy!au

Word Count: 3k

Genre: fluff, angst, inspired by the song: Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls

Warning(s): smut oo la la just not in the sneak peek but i will get there, profanity, infidelity, if you find any of it comical i totally appreciate that because i suck ass at comedy Rated: 18+

Credit to: @suhdays for the cover because she is phenomenal and I love her.

Summary: After a devastating break up, you immediately move in with your sister, leaving behind the country life to relearn the ups and downs of the city. Adopting a cat and gaining a new job, life seems to gradually bring happiness, but you didn’t expect for it to become even more interesting when you stumble upon the enticing yet alluring Jeon Jeongguk. Will this be the adventure of a lifetime? Or will hello always lead to goodbye?

Golden specks twinkle sporadically like fairy dust creating a shimmering tint to the air that collects the attention of any individual trailing the pavement. Pollen. The groovy excitement of a stuffy nose and mildly itchy eyes sounds stellar compared to how you could be feeling. Sniffling roughly, you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily to relieve what little of the itch that you can and trotting up the steps to your realm of refuge, you can hardly stand the excitement of bundling into the arms of your boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, and relaying how lovely it is to wipe your nose every five minutes. Maybe even ask if you can borrow the sleeve of his sweatshirt as a tissue. Pause. Maybe not.

Entering the rental home, you hadn’t noticed how eerily quiet it seemed, not right away; especially when you are so used to hearing the raging shots of a video game mingled with the yelling profanity between Hoseok and his best friend Namjoon who bicker over headsets about wins that neither of them were really close to. But, let the males believe, they indeed, almost triumphed. Settling your handbag onto the dining table, you tilt your head in confusion. Is Hobi sick today? Where is he?

The floors creak beneath your tennis shoes while you observe the kitchen. That’s funny. The dishes are cleaned and put away, and not one stray of lint is seen upon the countertop- Hoseok has always been clean as well as you, but he never went over the top unless he had company over, and by company you mean his mother. Thoughts drift to the possibility of him wanting to surprise you for whatever the case may be, and your heart flutters at the mere inkling while a smirk graces your lips. How thoughtful, you feel gushy at his consideration of you, and your steps follow the direction of your bedroom.

It is then that your life spirals in a cluster of emotions that you will never forget; sparks dancing in your vision while your chest tightens intensely in response to the sounds you hear echoing beyond the door. No. You want to scream, but your throat constricts, not producing any verbalization no matter how much your brain signals. This can’t be real. Please don’t let this be real. The moans persist. The mystery female is eagerly gasping his name over and over while your heart shudders at the pain severing every vein within your frame. A tear drops panging the floor- your body is so tense, you shiver through the anxiety, and you know deep down that confronting him will hurt even worse than if you were to take the high road and walk away.

Wiping the dampness from your eyes, you spin to compile your things as in your handbag that contains your wallet, car key, and cellphone, and you march outside, slamming the front door behind you to shed some of the anger boiling in your system; you could care less if he heard your grand exit or not for you blocked his number before you settled into your car. You may be able to run from him, but you cannot run from the excruciating pain erupting beneath your chest nor the cycle of questions that refuse to stop spinning because why? After three years together, why would he betray you like this?

Behind the steering wheel with no destination in mind, you come up with the only solution you find reasonable, and you make your way to the city with the intention of starting over, even if it means it destroys you.

A queue of ants scurry along the lining of the windowsill where the sun tinges the glass against your knuckles. Shrivel sounds of the granola bar wrapper fills the silence of the kitchen while you gulp the final bite of your snack. Sometimes when your hands feel cold, you leave it to the sun to indulge your skin with warmth before trekking to your room, but instead, the growling of your stomach and the distraction of observing the insects seems to help with the boredom. Dread happens to consume the depths of your chest at the subtle reminder of returning to work in the morning; Sundays always brought the feeling of woe because it is the end of relaxation before continuing the week of being overwhelmed. But you figure adulting is worth it in some ways, and as everyone else, you must work to provide and live.

The chirp of your cat, Kenai, alerts your attention, him pouncing onto the counter to rub his head along your free wrist. “If you’re hungry, just say so,” you coo sarcastically, knowing he is due for his dinner in a few minutes. He will be a year old soon, his yellow eyes squinting as he rubs his head against your palm before arching his back once you run your hand to the end of his tail. Your eyes flit back to the ants darting in search of whatever they need, and inwardly, you are uncertain how your sister, Monnie would feel about the bugs, but you always found them fascinating.

Jumping off the counter, Kenai excitingly follows suit, twirling against your legs as you saunter to the pantry to retrieve his food. You have officially lived with your sister for a year now, and adopting Kenai was one of the best decisions you have ever made besides moving to the city. It is as if you disappeared from the prior life that you once lived and you like it just that way. Kenai temporarily ditches you for his food, and you saunter off to the living room where the scenery of a huge, flat screen television shows your reflection on the empty screen.

Monnie happens to be a successful artist who fell in love with another known artist by the name of Min Yoongi. Together they have won the world with their talent, and you could not have asked for a better couple to be in your life. If there is a true definition of love, it is how Yoongi gazes at your sister- because she is the only woman in the world, he will do anything and everything for. Jokingly, you always tell the pair that you are just going to stick with your cat, but the sadness that etches within Monnie’s eyes reveals that she hopes you will find a real man of your own. She is aware of why you abruptly returned to the place you were birthed, and she is aware that you refuse to speak of it even if it is pent up to the brim of imploding.

Alas, what does it matter? It is not like he is able to reach out to you anyways for he is blocked on every and any social media site you can think of, and thankfully your name was not on the lease nor was your name hooked to anything involving your ex, so it will be fine. Or so you tell yourself repeatedly until you lose track of the thought. But that uneasy feeling creeps back up and instead of reaching for the remote, you decide maybe a walk around the city will be better. Monnie isn’t due home until later and you are assuming Yoongi will be tagging along, so why not pass the time by exploring?

Loneliness seeps in the gallows of your heart while you rush through the app for a driver. There is not a specific destination you prefer over another, so you pick a store at random around fifteen minutes away. With the money your sister has, she doesn’t expect you to pay for anything, all she cares about is your happiness though you refuse to not work; for now, you have a part time retail job whilst figuring out a career path that will become your future in the long term.

One thing you will say, is you have not missed driving in the city, hence the reasoning of you summoning a chauffeur. Traffic isn’t your favorite as commonly pronounced by anybody, and with how overwhelming your brain can feel, you prefer to be able to drift into the zone out rather than pay attention. Gripping the strap of your bag, you eagerly watch the road while cars pass by letting the heat of the breeze sweep through your hair. When the signal of your phone alerts you that your driver is close by, you aim your focus in the direction of a slowing vehicle, stunned by the countenance of a sharp jawline and rainbow colors dyed into bleach blonde strands.

The beauty you are about to behold is way out of your comfort zone, nor have you felt this attracted to an individual since your heart was obliterated a year ago. “Hi-hi,” you stutter once you enter the passenger side, the driver nods once with a smirk in tow, his button up snug to his frame.

“I’m Jimin,” he introduces, “Location still the bookstore downtown?”

“Yes please,” you are shocked you sound audible, but you return a timid smile while shoving some loose hair behind your reddening ear. The clean scent of lemon breaches past your nostrils while you try to maintain your composure, “I’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” soft music plays in the background, yet the only sense you tune into is the pounding in your temples. Pull yourself together, he is just a guy who drives a car, who will safely take you to the bookstore, no biggie, you will survive, there are more important things to- “So, as a fellow book lover, I must ask, what is your favorite story?”

Oof. Conversation to minimize the awkward way your shoulders tense at the mere thought of looking over at him, you rummage through the possible answers, struggling to gather your words in a timely manner. “Very hard question,” you gulp, “It’s like asking to choose your favorite song or movie. Too many stories to explore,”

“And never a time you will run out of adventure,”

Eyebrows shoot up in response, “Right,” you smile, “Sounds like you love a good adventure,”

“I will neither confirm nor deny,” a soft chuckle escapes past his plump lips while he keeps his gaze ahead on the traffic. “Have you resided here long?” Shifting nervously in your seat, you watch the buildings of the city closely in a way to avoid Jimin’s gaze without obviously melting.

“Only a year, made a split decision to move in with my sister. You?”

Jimin flits his stare for only a moment, “Only a few months. My best friend and I are opening a bar not far from the bookstore, you should come sometime. Invite anyone and everyone you want.”

“I love me a good drink,” bravery enters your frame while you briefly scan the smooth skin of Jimin’s face. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Taehyung has a lot of success in his business, and this will be his fourth opening so celebration is a must. He has a lot of sponsors and connections, the main being Kim Seokjin,”

Gasping, you immediately turn to him, “You mean the actor Kim Seokjin? You’re kidding!”

Laughing, Jimin’s smile stretches to show pearly white teeth, “I will allow you to punch me if I am,”

Deep down you try to suppress the memory of your ex-boyfriend who had a written script in preparation to be read for a potential movie, one that would, in hopes, hire Kim Seokjin as the lead. Hoseok is talented in the writing department and had dreams of becoming a successful author, but you gladly dismiss the memory when Jimin pulls to park for you to exit.

“Here,” swiftly he pulls out a business card handing it to you with a friendly grin, “The opening is in a few weeks, will I see you there?”

“One hundred percent,” clutching the card in your hand, you wave before shutting the door, turning to face the bookstore to hide the fact you would prefer to stare at Jimin whose face will haunt you for the time being. For fucks sake, I need to get laid. As you desperately insert the card into your wallet, you pause. Nay! Male specimens suck, they all suck, my mother said the purpose of a male is to produce a child that I clearly am not ready to birth from the womb that is my pretty pink uterus. That bleeds. Because I am not housing a fetus I- Ew. Maybe you’d rather be an aunt. Or have an ovariohysterectomy. Maybe your uterus would like to be taken out of the equation.

And now I need a coffee…. Shit.

Since when have you been this intimidated by a good-looking man? And when have you found any of your sporadic conscious entertaining? Therefore, you passionately believe in keeping your mouth shut when you’re on a tangent because humiliation is not in your vocabulary. Or… Is it? Also, you hate admitting how long it has been since you have even been kissed, much less caressed lovingly until you fell asleep. Is moving on from heartbreak too much to ask for? The heat of Hoseok’s kisses trailing your neck were enough to make you come undone, but his betrayal outweighs the good times- good times that evidently weren’t enough for him. Huffing in congruent with the squeezing of your shutting eyes, you step along the semi-crowded sidewalk where people mind their business enough to leave you alone. Your hand must have pressed against your stomach for a bit because you can still feel the presence of the touch before you subconsciously removed your palm.

Unfortunately, you are not in the best mood for getting lost in the lines of a story considering you were too busy thinking about your erm, lady possessions, so you tread what you hope will be enough distraction until you feel satisfied enough to go home. It’s funny the curveballs life will throw at you especially when twist and turns decide to expose themselves in the unexpected ways everyone wishes will not happen unless it gleams nothing but happiness. Sadly, for some, the hits of negativity must spark lessons before one reaches the promise land, so when you make a turn into the alley way leading to a popular coffee shop, you do not anticipate the way your life is going to change. Nor do you fathom the string of events that are about to follow when you stumble upon a leathered frame, sucking in a puff of a cigarette while he flicks at his eyebrow shimmering with a piercing, leaning against the wall where he swallows roughly. Undercut freshly done, his nostrils release the smoke in what seems to be slow motion while you halt in place.

Holy shit.

Tattoos ornament the entirety of his knuckles and wrist alluding to the beginning of a sleeve that’s covered by the thick material of his jacket. For all you know, he may not be one to approach, yet the tug of your heart is so strong, you try with all your might to make the executive decision to return to the bookstore, but alas, it is too late. Brown irises glance to your frozen figure right when he takes another drag of the cigarette, lifting an eyebrow in evident interest while your jaw drops unintentionally. “I’m-I’m sorry,” you bow in tiny, “I didn’t see you there.” Cringing, you know very damn well that you saw him, and he sees right through your little white lie.

“You’re fine,” he replies, studying your expression, tossing the cigarette to the ground to smother it, “Not the best place for me to smoke, but it’s the least populated area,”

At a loss for words, you nod in response, the guy barely pushing off the wall to stand straighter, the lingering smell of the cigarette brushing past your nose. “Well, I guess I’ll be going.” You say under your breath, walking with a mission toward the coffee shop to catch your breath. How in the world can somebody be that attractive? First Jimin, now this guy? Why hadn’t you moved to the city earlier? Uterus, it is not time to clench! It is not the time! The ding of the bell alerts your arrival to the staff, and you contemplate your order deciding to try a new flavor of coffee. Surprisingly, it is not nearly as busy as it typically is, so once you retrieve your order and pay, you search for a secluded table to descend into for some form of solitude. And, to recover from the interaction with the guy from the alley. You have never smoked a day in your life, but he made it seem so tempting, which in your case is nowhere near normal, so you shake the strange attraction from your mind as best as you can.

Sipping the hot liquid frequently, your sister has always teased that you delight in drinking coffee in the evenings, but it is your comfort go to especially when you need something to do, or to feel relaxed. The bell of the door echoes prompting the immediate noticing of whoever the customer is that entered. Swallowing abruptly, your heart leaps at the sight of the guy you literally saw fifteen minutes ago in the alley. A creeping blush spreads along your chest soon touching your cheeks to the point you wish you could hide. In a way, you attempt, sinking a smidge in your seat wondering if that will prevent him from noticing your presence.

Nice try. Between the minimal number of customers and the efficiency of the employees, a tattooed hand linked to a coffee cup slides into the seat across from you, tilting his head curiously when you toss your sight to bask in the glory of his profound attraction. I am in so much trouble. “Hi, again,” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the quivering of your cold fingers, and to tame the flipping of your ovaries. “Did I scare you enough to make you confront me?”

Smirking a breathy laugh, he takes a swig of his coffee, “I’m not scared of anything.”

“If not fear, what brings you to my table?”

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Can’t wait to have the entire story posted! Hope you all enjoy the sneak peek!

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raiinbowwitch · 3 years

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opal is my favorite exu character

I've always been scared that I had some latent sexism in me because a majority of my faves are male. I've rationalized it as just my having a preference for dudes so I end up paying more attention to them. but it's not like I hate female characters or anything, I don't bitch and moan about every percieved bad thing they do. I'm not like those people.

but, as much as I absolutely ADORE jester, I've never looked up compilations of her moments like I have with caleb, molly, and essek. as much as I ship beauyasha, I've never looked them up the way I hit up the shadowgast or widomauk tags. and it makes me scared because... should I be trying harder? There's always talk about how there is an overall preference for male characters and m/m in most fandoms and there are numbers to prove it. as conscious of that as I am, I'm definitely not helping those numbers. but that's just where my preferences lie, right?

I think the fact that I can say that opal is my fave is helping me accept that it really is just a preference and not latent sexism because she is the type that a lot of sexist people hate and love to point out as an example of women being terrible in one way or another. and apparently that's very much the case with opal 😒 as much as I love the other characters, she had been the most fun to watch the entire time. she could have very well been an easily hateable mean girls type, but there was so much good about her. it's hard for me to explain but you can clearly see how complex she is. and to see a story where male characters are kinda pushed to the side in favor of a female character's development is kinda nice to see, instead of the other way around as usual.

anyway, I'm just very excited to like a lady for once, and very sad about the discourse around her the past couple days 💖🔪👢

#i dunno where iwas going with this but yeah #exandria unlimited #critical role #exu opal #fandom

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awkward-gay-bro · 3 years

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M-Day

Wanda couldn’t take it anymore. Her father and Charles Xavier were yelling over each other. Each man telling the other what she needed to do. Neither man talking to her. She was just a tool for their causes. These men were always telling her what to do. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was time for her to take the power back from these men in her life. And with a simple utterance under her breath, she did.

“No more masculinity.”

In an instant the men behind her were gone. What stood in their place could hardly be called men. The years had faded from their faces, and the muscles had faded from their body. Their fighting ended as they locked eyes, seeing what the other had become. Wanda opened a portal in a blaze of scarlet red energy, and left her father and his friend, rival, and soon to be lover behind.

It had been a year since Wanda Maximoff had changed the world. Some people had adapted to their new lives quickly, while others were still struggling to accept the new reality she had created. Bobby Drake was one of the few men that had been left unaffected by her power. He’d heard on the news they were being called the 198, apparently less than 200 men had been left unchanged.

As Iceman worked out in the danger room, his mind began to wonder through all of the people he once knew and what they had become.

Rogue had told him what she found when she’d gone on the hunt to find Remy LeBeau. Gambit had disappeared the day it all happened, didn’t even give Rogue a chance to say goodbye. Just left a note saying he couldn’t bear to face her this way. She feared he’d return to his family in New Orleans, that he would return to a life of crime. So she made a trip to the Bayou, to confront him for leaving her, to let her know she didn’t care what he looked like. But when she arrived she found that the Thieves Guild had been disbanded. The Assassins Guild, too. It seems with all their men diminished, the warring had finally ended. Rogue was distraught that she couldn’t find her Cajun.

She’d almost given up her search when she found herself at a bar. She’d grown weary from worrying and a drink was the perfect thing to cut the edge. Rogue chose the bar cause it looked like it was mutant friendly, but she hadn’t realized how friendly. It seemed this particular bar had employed mutant bois for a very particular role. She’d watched a dozen or so of them walking around in skimpy outfits, offering to dance on the women who were patroning the bar. A swarm of the bois had surrounded the one member of the 198 there, sat in a booth getting his drinks and dances for free. But seeing a real man wasn’t the most surprising thing for Anna Marie. A skinny boy in a trench coat had walked out from the back, and the bois surrounding the man parted like the red seas. The skinny twink stripped off his trench coat and threw it to the ground, revealing a gravity defying pair of globes that looked comically large on his tiny frame. He dropped his hands to the ground and shot his ass to the air as he began gyrating his cheeks in the air. As his mounds danced hypnotically they began to build up kinetic energy, and slowly his leather pants began to glow brighter and brighter with a neon pink aura. The man reached out to touch, but before he could the leather pants exploded off of the twink’s frame, leaving his gyrating hips in nothing but a magenta pink thong. The man grabbed hold of the twink’s globes and slipped a hundred into the pouch off his thong. The twink took the man by the hand and led him into a backroom. Rogue didn’t see him again until the bar was closing, when finally he and the other man came back out to the bar. She kept out of sight until the bar was closing, the kinetic twink the only one there to close out the till. Then she came out of hiding, walked over and placed a gloved hand on the twink’s shoulder and said, “Chère?”

Bobby had found out later that Rogue had decided to stay there with him. She was going to prove that what had become of him wouldn’t stop them from loving each other. He’d heard rumors that the both of them had moved in with the man from the bar. Gambit wanted the emotional love he could get from Rogue, but he needed the physical support he was getting from that man.

Looking around the danger room Bobby was reminded of the first time he’d entered the Danger Room after the change. Bobby, Emma Frost, and Jean Grey were making their way down to the danger room with a handful of the remaining active duty X-Men. Emma and Jean had put aside their differences for the good of the team, with so many of the power players out of commission and Storm in Wakanda taking care of T’Challa, they’d become the defuncto leaders. It took them a long time to compile a team. With most of the X-men not really being men anymore, the team was predominantly made up of women.

Bobby was one of the few men left unaffected from their former roster, which is why Emma had extended a hand to the all too giddy Wade Wilson. Deadpool had been so excited when the change happened, with him left unchanged his sexual options had expanded vastly. Most women were now without partners and excited at the prospect of any man, and even the burliest of men had now become cherubic and willing. Bobby was taken aback when they first brought Deadpool onto the team, but he quickly proved himself as a reliable asset, saving the day countless times. Of course, he’d also used the Institute as his own personal buffet. Bobby had walked in on him once with the barely legal Hellion and Elixir. The two former rivals had been pit against one another time and time again, but nowadays they spent most of their time trying to complete a common goal. Much to Wade’s delight. The merc with a mouth had justified it to Bobby by saying that Elixir’s biokinesis meant he could ignite every pleasure center at once while Hellion’s telekinesis meant they could do positions he’d never imagined. This wasn’t the last time Bobby had walked in on Wade’s excursions.

Before any of that happened though, and before the team ever went on any missions, Jean had wanted them to practice. She knew that most of the team had worked together at some time or another, but they needed to make sure they knew each other’s powers and fighting styles inside and out before they ever stepped into a mission. So she programmed a rigorous series of sessions in the Danger Room so that they could be ready for anything they encountered. But nothing could have readied Jean for what she was about to encounter.

Emma and Jean weren’t the only one’s who’d ended their feud after the change had happened, and they both had to come face to face with that fact at that very moment. When Jean had opened the door to the danger room, she found her former suitors writhing around on the Danger Room floor. She’d commanded that they stop fighting, when Emma placed a hand on her shoulder and gave a knowing look. They’d both dedicated years of their lives to Scott Summers, but it looked like he was finally done with telepaths trying to probe around in his head. Instead, he was living it up as Logan’s tiny cocklet probed around in...other places.

Emma and Jean both fled from the scene, Wade running after the both of them. He’d told Bobby that they took out their anger on his body that day. But after that, they had both used his body for other reasons.

The X-men weren’t the only team that had been shaken up by Wanda Maximoff did that day. Being one of the few unaffected superheroes of his power, Iceman had forged a strong new relationship with Nick Fury. Nick was in transit when the world changed, so he didn’t find out what had happened until he entered the Avenger’s Tower.

And Fury had told Bobby in confidence what he saw when walked in. Half a dozen of the male Avengers were huddled together, their uniforms strewn on the floor. Fury had looked on in horror as Earth’s mightiest heroes had been reduced to an orgy of young twinks. At the center of the storm of bodies was Steve Rogers, once the epitome of masculinity now even smaller than he was before he took the serum. Tony Stark, the billion dollar playboy had been laying on the floor, going and back and forth between pleasuring the hulk and planting his face in America’s ass.

Fury later found out that Bruce Banner had been hulked out when the change occurred. When wasn’t the Hulk, Bruce turned back into his normal human form. But many debated whether he was a part of the 198. As whenever he got horny, he reverted to his twinky green form. And now that his fellow Avengers were always there to offer him a helping hand, he didn’t stay Bruce for long.

Thor and Dr. Strange had been there to advise the team on a new mythical threat, but once the change occurred their attentions had drifted to each other. Strange had enchanted his tongue so that the Norse God could feel it inside him, while Thor had found a new use for his faithful mjolnr, determining which ass was worthy. He’d shoved the handle into Dr. Strange, and from the moans escaping the sorcerer supreme, he was definitely worthy.

Scott Lang had tried to use his pym particles to bring him back to his normal size. He’d thought it had worked at first as he’d grown back up to his normal six foot, but the particles had an unexpected effect as his formerly tight pair of buns expanded outwards into a pair of massive pillows. He’d reached for his pym particles again, but Fury explained to Bobby that it was no use. By that time Strange had cast his enchantment again, and when Lang felt the mystical tongue between his cheeks he’d fully embraced his new body. After that Scott had used his pym particles instead to shrink himself down to doll size, and he was quickly passed from hero to hero. None of the men there had a large enough member to alleviate the other’s desires, so it had come down to Scott to fill that role.

Fury had also told Bobby Drake about Shield’s attempts to reverse the change. The super soldier serum had turned Steve Rogers into Captain America once before, they were certain that if they adjusted their equations they could do it again. Fury waited in anticipation when Steve underwent the procedure, but what emerged was not the masculine wonder they were hoping for. Captain America had been changed, but not in the ways they’d hoped. If anything, he was even more feminine and shapely. His body had shrunken down even more, standing five foot nothing. His lips had grown plump and rosy, something even Fury couldn’t keep himself from imagining wrapped around his member. But the biggest change came from Roger’s lower half, the only thing to grow. His massive cheeks seemed to move independently of his body, as the slightest shift of his weight caused them to jiggle indefinitely.

Fury had insisted that they keep their testing, but the moment it was revealed Cap’s old sidekick Bucky was a member of the 198 that all went out the window. Bucky had come to find Stevie, his feelings finally able to be revealed. The two had run off together and been on the move ever since. Bucky had always looked up to Steve, but now that Stevie was the one looking up Bucky wasn’t willing to let that change. Now he got to be the protector for Stevie, and he couldn’t think of anyway better to service his country than to let America’s hero service him.

Not every team had been decommissioned because of the change, though, Bobby recalled. His close friend Johnny Storm had been texting him like crazy ever since the change took place. “Flame on!” had taken a very different meaning for the now nubile twink. Bobby had taken him up on his offers once or twice, something sexy about how steamy things got when Iceman’s frozen rod entered Johnny’s flaming form.

But he’d shared some pillow talk about how The Fantastic Four were doing. They’d been on the space station when Wanda uttered those three words, making it the second time their bodies had been changed while in space. The suits they were wearing were made specifically to contort to their environment, so they were spared some of the humility of their tiny members being on display. Johnny had been very thankful that he hadn’t had to face his own sister naked in his new form.

The last time they’d changed, Ben Grimm had gotten the short end of the stick, but this time it was Mr. Fantastic himself that had been struggling to accept reality. He’d spent the first few weeks focusing his energy on stretching his body out to resemble his original masculine form. He’d even tried to stretch the hairs on his face to make it look like he had a five o’clock shadow. But Sue eventually sat him down and said his focus on trying to be something he wasn’t anymore meant he was never completely focused on the mission. Sue had taken on much more of a leader role in the team and had said that their relationship would have to come second, and that it was an order.

Ben and Johnny on the other hand adapted very quickly to the changes. Ben was ecstatic he wouldn’t have to buy customer made clothes or furniture anymore. And now that the bois who were once men were so much more touchy feely, his attempts for romance were a lot easier. Johnny had always been a bit of a womanizer, and he’d quickly adapted those skills into being the sluttiest hero around. He’d gotten with almost every member of the 198, even those reluctant to admit that bois were just as good as women.

Johnny had even mentioned the time he dragged Reed out with him on the prowl. After getting a few drinks into Mr. Fantastic he’d convinced him to put his stretching powers to good use. Dressed in already too small booty shorts, Reed pushed the fabric to its limit by stretching his cheeks out a foot off his frame. Johnny had chosen the bar specifically because he knew his buddy Peter, one of the 198, liked to hang out there. They’d seen him on the dance floor, and once Reed pressed his gravity defying globes into Peter’s crotch, he almost shot his web right then and there.

The Fantastic Four weren’t the only heroes still in action, either. Bobby had heard stories that Hawkeye and his ex-wife had teamed up to train a new archer to take his place. But Clint had always believed the best placed to train was in the field, so Hawkeye and Mockingbird had taken the new hero out on the prowl. Clint had tried to continue on with his previous uniform, but the baggy clothes were distracting. So Mockingbird put together a new outfit for him. Now he’d added a new weapon to his arsenal, and he’d become a true homme fatale. Once the training was over, Hawkeye decided to continue his fighting crime, using his feminine wiles and the support of his protégé and ex-wife when he needed the back-up.

Being invulnerable meant Wonder Boi was still able to fight just as hard as when he was Wonder Man. But after his sister had run into him on a mission, she’d decided she’d have to take a leave of absence from the X-Men to help him stay on track. Psylocke had discovered her brother writhing around on the floor of an abandoned warehouse with the Absorbing Boi, and it was fair to say that Wonder Boi was doing just as much of the absorbing. Betsy had to pull the two apart and psionically remove Wonder Boi’s passion before she could get him to arrest the criminal. She’d explained the whole thing to Bobby the last time she was at the X-Mansion, it was he that had a coined the new names for the hero and villain.

Bobby remember when he’d run into another hero on a mission of his own. Walking through an alley in search for the Callisto, he’d run into none other than Iron Fist. Seeing Bobby Drake in his still masculine glory had pushed Danny Rand to the edge. Iceman, on the other hand, was focused on his mission. That is until Cessily Kincaid rang in that she’d apprehended Callisto. Bobby had to admit that he’d found Rand stunning back when they could look eye to eye, but in his shrunken state he’d become completely beautiful. Before Bobby even had time to react, Ironfist had focused his chi in order to tear Iceman’s frozen suit right off his frame. Bobby picked up the tiny twink as Danny wrapped his arms around the larger man’s torso. Bobby absorbed moisture from their air focusing it on his arm which grew even more massive, getting ready to show Danny what his own iron fist could do.

Bobby shook the thoughts from his head, the memories getting the icy hero hot and bothered. He knew still had a work-out to do, and some fun already lined up for that night. He instead let his mind to drift and began to wonder how far Wanda’s hex had reached.

He knew that the denizens of Atlantis hadn’t escaped her reach. He’d seen Namor when they were recruiting mutants for the new roster of X-men. The king of the sea had been reduced to a lithe little twink, and Bobby had remembered wondering how he could possibly stay submerged with the massive flotation devices his ass cheeks had become.

Bobby also knew that those in space hadn’t escaped Wanda’s reach. He’d seen what had happened to Starlord. Rocket Raccoon had been affected, not that anyone could tell. But he’d been sending intergalactic communication about the adorable new Petey Quill. Starlord had opened up an intergalactic brothel, hoping that in space there were more than just 198 men that could fulfil his needs. Bobby’s old flame Kitty, from when he was in the closet, had dated Quill for a while. Bobby reminded himself that if he ever found himself in Knowwhere he should make a stop at Quil’s.

Not even Wanda’s own family had been protected from her hex. Well, her son Wiccan had, but most people believed that was due to his similar powers. As his twin brother had not been spared. Billy and Tommy were hardly identical twins now, Speed looked much more like a little brother. Wiccan’s partner had not been spared either, Hulkling becoming a comical name for the green twink now. The only thing that had remained hulking on Hulkling was his ginormous ass. The three of them had moved in together. At first Wiccan had been trying to find a way to reverse the hex. But as time went on he began liking being the man of the house.

Bobby gathered his thoughts as he finished his workout. A text came through on his phone and his hurt fluttered, hoping that it was from the person he was going to meet. But it was just a message from his friend, Peter. Something about Nick Fury needing them both for a mission this weekend. While reading, he thought about what Peter had told him happened to him when the change took place. Peter Parker was in search of the villain, Mysterio, fighting his way through illusions and nightmares when suddenly they all vanished. In the change, Mysterio’s suit had fallen to the ground, his plexiglass helmet had rolled to the ground. No suit meant no illusions, and without his illusions to hide him, Spider-Man was able to see Quentin Beck in nothing but his skivvies. Parker had described how the situation played out in detail. Beck had fallen to his knees, and Spider-man assumed he was going to beg to not be taken in. But instead of begging, he grabbed for Peter’s spidey suit, and planted his face directly up against the old web shooter. Peter didn’t let his urges stop him, and immediately bound the criminal up with his webs. It didn’t stop the writhing twink though, it would seem that Quentin Beck had a thing for bondage.

Iceman realized he was letting his thoughts get to him again, quickly shaking the fantasies out of his mind. He’d spent his whole shower reimagining the story Spidey had told him, giving it a much happier end for Mysterio. But now Bobby was on his to something he’d been waiting a lifetime for. He’d gotten an email a few days prior asking to meet with him, and since the change happened, bois only reached out to Robert Drake for one reason.

He turned his car into a long winding driveway, having to stop at a gate just to gain access to the giant manor in front of him.

“I’m sorry, the Worthington Estate is not accepting guests at this moment,” a soft voice rang through the intercom.

“Hello Warren, it’s Bobby.” The gates opened and gave way for Iceman to enter the estate. As he walked up the steps the front door opened. Standing in front of him was one of his oldest friends, Warren Worthington lll.

“Hello Warren, you’re looking good.” Bobby had been hiding feelings for the spoiled rich boy since they were both teenagers on the first ever team Xavier put together. Back then he was so put together, his golden hair always coiffed perfectly. His chiseled abs and pecs always on clear display, a necessity to fly he’d argued, before their uniforms were built. Of course, once the uniforms were fitted it didn’t seem to change. But Angel was always smitten with the girls on the team, and Bobby was never willing to let anyone see his gay side. But now the tables were turned.

The name Angel had never been more fitting. The short young man in front if him was completely beautiful. The cherubic face with glimmering blue eyes and rosy pink lips in tandem with the smooth hairless body and narrow shoulders made Warren the perfect image of a twink. His angelic wings were spread aside, as he was no longer able to comfortably rest them on his back with his massive rear end pushing them out.

“Hi Bobby, I’ve been meaning to reach out. I need to ask you for a favor.”

“I know what you want to ask, and you don’t know how long I have waited for it.”

Bobby took no time running over and grabbing the smaller man by the waist and leaning in for a kiss. The feeling of his soft lips melted the icy hero’s heart as a heat took over his entire body. He grabbed a handful of Warren’s massive cheek as Warren began grinding his shrunken cock into Bobby’s leg. Iceman slipped his fingers in the back of Angel’s daisy dukes and slowly pushed one ice cold finger into the cherubic man’s hole. Moans of pleasure escaped Warren’s mouth as his wings started flapping with a mind of their own. The two men took flight as they continued their thrusts of pleasure. Repositioning themselves in the air, their clothes slowly fell piece by piece to the floor. Once fully stripped Bobby was able to fully enter those angelic cheeks.

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