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suguruplsr · 5 months

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random jjk men thots bc why not <3

— smut with the mentions of, unprotected sex , degrading , cum eating/play , spanking , overstimulation , tiny clit play , face fucking , choking kink , cock warming , fingering , recordings/pictures , breeding kink? , kenjaku and sukuna are their own warning (if you’re bothered ig) , also a section abt whimpering audios + gojo slander <3 + voice kink + masturbation , idk what else but yea, s’ nasty

- all stuff mentioned is consensual. + not proof read

w/ suguru , satoru , toji , choso , shiu , sukuna , kenjaku , kento

suguru n’ toji are definitely the type to make you beg. really mean with it too. mocking you n’ cooing in a sickly sweet voice. toji’s more mean, giving you a few spanks, even spanking that needy pussy of yours. while sugu would copy your little pout, wiping your tears with the same thumb he uses to mess with your clit. don’t get too happy, it’ll take you a while before they actually let you cum.

satoru whines when his dick enters you pussy. sometimes he falls asleep if you take a bit to adjust to him. don’t worry, it’s simply because of how comfortable it is to be inside you. other times, it eggs him on, and he ends overstimulating both of you after about an hour. he can’t help it :( his fav pussy clenches so tight, and it takes his cum so good! five star rating!

kento can be just as rough as he is soft, in sex. it actually kinda turned him on when you asked for him to be more mean in bed, despite his reluctancy to follow in your request. but of course, you had to break that tiny little barrier, acting all bratty and pissing him off. but, whose to say he put you in your place that day? face fucking you and telling you how dirty that mouth of yours is, making you swallow his hot and warm cum all down that little throat of your before he’d finally fuck that cunny of yours.

suguru has a hidden kink for choking. he likes it when you choke him but fuck you’re just so gorgeous with his big hand around your neck. your eyes rolled back with incoherent moans leaving your mouth. it just makes him fuck you faster. even those deep thrusts has you gasping for air, clawing his chest and biceps. you’re so adorable.

toji is sleazy and lazy until you tell him a joke about needing to “renew your dick subscription” because his ass is getting old. he’ll remind you how good his “old ass” dick is by fucking you till the tears leaving your eyes match your soaking pussy. ass red, thighs aching, and body jiggling with each hard thrust his gives. he’ll fill you up with his seed, keeping you locked in with this old ass man of yours.

choso might cry without your pussy wrapped around his dick. after the first everything with you, he needs all of you. and he definitely needs you to cockwarm him at night. just like satoru, he’ll either sleep peacefully like that, or he’ll start humping eagerly inside you, feeling your walls constrict around him as you wake up from the tiny daze of sleep you were in. he’d whine in your ear from behind you, cupping your breasts and biting your neck.

sukuna has so many arms for a reason. no way he doesn’t use them to overstimulate you and prepare you for his cocks. one hand is focused on making you cum on it, stretching you to take 3 fingers at least, while the rest of his hands are all around your body, groping you, pinching your nipples, and sometimes going down to pinch that clit of yours. all while he watches with a sly smirk on his face, mocking you for falling apart so easily.

satoru has a big ass ego in bed. so when you tease him a bit for cumming so quickly, he flips you over. what? you think just because he came so fast, he can’t show you just how much stamina he has? he cums everywhere on your body, taking pictures of you being all filled up with his baby batter. and when you’re cryin’ n’ trying to get away from him. he laughs, giving you a harsh slap on your ass and pulling you back on his cock.

when satoru n’ suguru gang up on you, its something you’ll remember for months. they’ll break you down nice and sweet before helping you see your true personality, a whore for their cocks. there’s no “mean and nice” once one of them gets an idea, the other follows through. satoru would mess with the good plump of cum pooling out your pussy. and then collect it on his fingers, showing suguru with a sly grin on his face. the said man would lick it off his friends digits before deciding to eat it out your cunny himself.

shiu loves it when you ride him. he’ll be smoking a nice thick cigar, watching you take his dick like the good girl you are. and when you start slowing down, he’ll tease you, flicking your clit and kissing your nipples. murmuring about having to do everything himself the second little tears seep out your eyes. you just can’t take it. so he makes it up to you by fucking you on his cock and letting you cum on it.

kenjaku would try to play with you how he likes, but feeling the force of resistance in his body. suguru let him take his life, but his woman? you poor oblivious thing. so kenjaku give the body what it wants, getting on his knees and eating out your pussy, but he gets sloppy with it, teasing you and immediately finding the places in your body that his remembers. he’ll play along for now though, it won’t be long until he’s doing experiments of his own and remind you that he’ll never be him.

choso sends whimpering audios, flustered by the request but slowly jerking off with his recording button on. it goes from him saying how ridiculous it is, shy about it, to him rambling and cumming when you send a nude or two. you didn’t know he was actually fulfilling what you wanted, thinking he needed a bit of encouragement.. at least it was put to good use with that 7 minute audio and a face time call that was given to you.

suguru asks for your whimpering audios. at first, you sent one to him after joking about the whole aspect of it. but he ended up getting pretty bricked up. and then asked if it was okay for you send more. he listens to them regularly if anything, he already loves listening to those 20 minute voice messages you send before you get busy. so hearing you whine his name, the tiny squelching sounds of you playing with his pussy, makes him reach under those sweats of his.

toji records yours as he’s fucking you. feeling embarrassment for getting off to them like some virgin boy when he’s alone. but that goes away when he sends you pictures of his cum stained pants, videos of him grunting and ranting about how he needs to feel you and hearing your flustered voice when you call him.

satoru sends but instead of you getting turned on, you start feel like he’s entering his alpha sigma phase with the cringey shit he says. “ ‘yea? you’re daddy’s girl huh?..’ is what you said toru. please don’t ever repeat that. you don’t even say it in bed!” “oh c’mon baby, you and i both know if i did, you’d be all over me?!” “that’s not the point!”

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luvyeni · 9 months

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hello can i request a smut? its been in my mind lately having sex with park jisung in the classroom both are students and its end of class. thank you!

❛AFTER CLASS❜ ( p. jisung )

p. classclown!jisung x studentpres!reader w. 1k

warnings? fwb , public sex , unprotected sex, cumming inside , dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( jisung catching you after class ) !

"class president , hand these out." the teacher slammed the stack of papers on your desk. "of course." you got up , picking up the stack of papers , handing them to each student , making your way to the back where you most dreaded.

"hello class president." jisung sat with his hood on his head , staring up at you along with his friends who basically did nothing all day. "should i even give you a paper , we both know you aren't gonna do it." you said , he smirked.

"is there a problem back there?" the teacher spoke up , the class turning to see. "no teacher , there isn't." you smiled , putting a paper on his desk — about to walk away , when he grabbed your wrist. "thank you pretty girl." you snatched your arm away flustered , handing the rest of the papers to his friends who made kissy faces and hooting noises , scurrying off back to your seat.

class soon ended , you collected the papers , handing them back to the teacher. "oh (name) , will you be able to stay behind and clean the classroom." you nodded. "of course." she thanked you , and you began straight up as everyone packed up their stuff for the day , exiting the class.

"(name) , i trust you to lock up the class when you're done , i have to go." the teacher left the class , leaving you alone , stacking up the chairs.

you hadn't noticed him behind you , his eyes raking down your body. "hello class president." your turned , facing the boy. "classes are over jisung." he pushed off his body off the chalkboard , making his way over to you. "you look nice in that skirt." he backed you up against the desk. "thought about you the entire class."

his forehead was pressed against yours. "though about fucking you in this tiny fucking skirt all class , couldn't get anything done." you chuckled. "you never do work anyway." he pushed his tongue against cheek , his arm around your waist , pulling your body flush against his.

"really funny princess." he picked you up , sitting you on desks , wrapping your legs around his waist. "is it gonna be funny when i don't let you cum." that shut you right up. "that's right , me and you both know you can't go without cumming on my cock , even though you pretend to hate me." he grinded his hips against your cunt , you moaned out.

he was right , you and jisung always disagreed in class , you were all about your work , and he'd rather crack jokes with his friends in the back — you were constantly going at it , but that didn't stop him from pulling you into a random closet , and fucking your brains out during lunch , or fingering you in the back of the library during study period.

"just fuck me before the security guards comes looking." he tsk at your attitude. "so bossy princess." he reached up your skirt pulling your panties down. "so uptight." he undid his pants , pulling them down just below his cock. he stroked his cock , lining it with your entrance , teasing you with the tip. "fucking hell jisung jus- oh fuck!" your mouth hung open as he seethed into your cunt.

he smirked , "finally shut that pretty mouth up." he began to move his hips , fucking deep into your cunt. "guess the only way to shut you up is with my cock." you moaned , you wanted to slap him. "h-hate you."

"you hate me?" he went deeper , hitting a new spot. "well your pussy is saying otherwise." you clenched around him. "she seems to love me , the way she keeps tightening around me." he rubbed your clit. "oh fuck jisung please."

"now we're begging -fuck- baby." he cursed. "just admit it baby , you're addicted to my cock , that's why you keep coming back." he growled , the desk was shaking , but both of you didn't care , his hand came up to your throat , squeezing.

"you claim time and time , acting like you're so better than me , but you constantly crave my cock." he grabbed your shirt , ripping it open , buttons hitting the floor. "look at those tits." he squeezed them , you moaned. "you still have the marks from last time."

"ji-sung , fuck ' m'gonna cum." your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "look at you." he darkly chuckled. "all fucked out and drooling , gonna cream my cock?" you nodded. "should i let you , you've been such a brat though."

"please , please m'sorry , i need to cum." you sobbed. "go a head , cum for me , make a mess." he flicked your clit , and it triggered your orgasm , clenching tightly as you came. "sh-shit , im gonna cum." he thrusted a few times , stiling his hips , his cum flooding your insides. "fuck."

he pulled out , his cum seeping out of your cunt. "made such a fucking mess." he scooped it up , pushing it back inside. "keep inside."

i want you to remember this when you're trying to fuck yourself on your tiny fingers later."

©️LUVYENI

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luvring · 1 year

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PHOTO OF YOU

suna x gn!reader | rin comes home and sees the new photo of him you've gotten

note from nia: if anyone does another character w my idea i am humbly asking u to tag me because i think it's fun and silly

“what the hell is that?”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean why is my face on the back of your phone?” suna asks, laughing in disbelief.

you turn your phone to look at its back with the photo of him sitting in a pink photo holder. he’s mid-laugh, head resting on your lap, and plushie under his chin. your aforementioned boyfriend stands above your spot curled up on the couch, and waits with a tilted head for an explanation. “you don’t like it? it’s a photocard.”

“it—” he snorts before reaching for your phone to inspect it. you hand it over and his lips twitch into a smile. “am i a k-idol now?”

“maybe. you tell me.” you shrug. rin carefully takes off your phone case to look at himself, even moving so the light from outside would give him a better view. you gesture to the photocard with an accomplished grin. “i even got a sleeve and decorated it.”

“mhm, i see that, baby,” he replies breathily. you watch as he rubs the different stickers and tilts the holder, letting the sparkly stickers reflect back at him. if he had passed your desk he would have seen the sticker sheets you bought specifically for this, alongside the different layouts you had planned out. “where’d you even get this printed?” he asks.

“i have my ways.”

rin shakes his head, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before looking at you. “no, i need to know so i can print one of you.”

“what?” he only continues to look at you, a smile growing on his face.

you squint at him in return. "rintarou." he bends down to place your phone and photo on the coffee table, then moves to join you on the couch. if there was something you knew about suna rintarou, it was that he’d always, always go through with a bit. if you didn’t stop him now, he’d start ordering photocards of you and pretend to unbox them, saying something about always managing to pull the rarest ones.

you groan at the new weight on top of you as he shifts to lie down properly. “rin, oh my god, you’re going to smush to me. and also no way are you getting one.”

he hums and wraps his arms around your waist, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his laugh against your skin. “why not? i want a photocard of you.”

“no, you don’t deserve my photocard.”

“but we could match, babe. don't you think we’d be cute? i could decorate my sleeve, too.” rin looks up at you with an exaggerated pout. you pinch his cheek and snicker at his unamused frown. “no, you’d pick an awful photo and i’d have to kill you out of principle.”

“uh-huh, just don’t get blood on my picture then,”—he turns his head to bite onto your finger and grins as you pull it away—“it’ll be the one and only copy, worth your rent in just a year.”

“so you admit you’d pick a terrible photo?”

“no, i’d pick a good one,” he says plainly. the look you give him is so obviously mistrusting that rin laughs loudly. he shifts up to plant a kiss to your jaw and counters softly, “i would, it’d be the one i have as my lockscreen. promise.”

his lockscreen had been the same photo of you for months; it was a selfie you had taken on his phone, close up and face smushed against his pillow. the first time you asked about it, rin had told you he’d look at it when he was away and didn’t want to wake you, and imagined you were there beside him.

he looks at you expectantly, waiting for approval. your own expression softens and after a second, you sigh. “god. yeah, okay. i can’t believe we’re going to have photocards of each other.”

“seriously? you did it first.”

“as a joke, and you’re going with it.”

“yeah, ‘cause you’re cute and i love you.” you stutter and he smirks, deciding to give you the small mercy of not commenting on it. “i’m gonna print a bunch and start a collection, y’know.”

the idea makes you groan. “can you just make your own and sell them so we can be rich?”

you feel his laugh before getting his agreement. “i can do both of those things. i'll even get the team on board and spoil you with our incredible profit.”

“oh, wow. will i get credit?”

“yeah. something, something copyright law or whatever.” you're 100% sure that was bullshit, but hum despite it. “m’kay. that’s the plan, then.”

and you think that’s the end of it, and quietly ask rin to hand you your phone again. even if it was as a joke, you spent more time on decorating the sleeve than expected and wanted it back in your case. he manages to grab and pass it to you but the sight of himself gets rin's mind on his own photocard again. he looks at you sheepishly. “...can i seriously take your stuff to decorate the card sleeve, though?”

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#haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #x reader #haikyuu fluff

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sanspuppet · 6 months

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Horny thoughts about having San as your boyfriend, damn i can't stop thinking about this man 😮‍💨

Y'ALL SEE HIS NEW PIC? HAVE MERCY PLEASE MY LORD 🛐🛐🛐🛐

W/T: 18+ content (nono square for minors)

• imagine you two just laying on your shared bed, the both of you minding your business watching your phones, quite bored. And then out of nowhere you expose his defined abs for joke, by dragging his t-shirt up, but making him suddenly so needy for you to suck and leaving hickeys on every inch of his stomach (duuuhh im so obsessed with his chest)

• bet he'd get so jealous, not with strangers but with the other members, geez i think he would be quite annoyed by them flirting (jokingly) with you. But don't you dare to do the same, he'd instantly pin you at the wall and fuck you mercilessly, as soon as you come back home

• obviously he's not always rough, he'd also love you to give him head and just sucking him off, everywhere at anytime, there's no refuses. He'd love especially when you do it suddenly, feeling your tongue licking his dick as a surprise would make him so, and i mean so hard, maybe under the table while he's working, while he sleeps, under the blanket when he's watching a film...

• HE'S AN ASS MAN, PERIOD (and im so happy about it, cuz im obsessed with my ass, too) his fav position would be obviously doggystyle, he'd go crazy at the sight of his thick dick disappearing inside you, your ass red from all the times he would spank it, and slapping against his waist. I think he'd also sometimes, when you cuddle, palm it, lick it, leave small kisses and hickeys around its cheeks (im melting oh my-)

• he'd love to see you wearing his hoodies, especially the gray one (HE ALWAYS WEARS GRAY HOODIES). You wearing only that hoodie, layed on your bed, with him who drags it up a little, enough for him to could finger you, daaamnnn imagine his strong fingers finding their way into your pussy and then playing joyfully with your clit (HRMRNJDJE im going crazy for the things I AM writing on my own)

• when he's on tour he'd ask you to send him pics (nudes 🫢) he loves your sexy-aesthetic photos, no need to say he'd masturbate on them, imagine him stroking his dick desperately, because he needs to feel and see you soo bad. You perfectly know it, so you'd send him audios of you dirty talking just to tease him more (spoiler: he'd probably cum only by hearing your small whimpers), SO THEN HE WOULD PAY YOU BACK by sending you audios while he's reaching his orgasm, damn his moans would be so prettyy

• god... if you'd say to him something like: "baby im horny" he surely would reply to you: "fuck me, then" so you would immediately ride him. Imagine unzipping his leather jeans (i literally scream when i see him wearing them) his cock popping out of his boxers, already hard by the idea of you bouncing on it. And just like that, you'd take all of his length at the first thrust. When you'd stop because of too much friction, after bouncing desperately, he'd raise his hips and fuck you from beneath, overstimulating you because he loves to see you fucked out by him.

• passionate sex with him would be like heaven... 🫠 you layed on your back, on your bed, him on top of you, kissing you deeply, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth so softly. You're caressing his back, and he is doing the same with your hair, he'd attach his nose on your skin just to feel your soft scent. He would also make you understand, you're his significant one, by laying you on your stomach, legs open while he's sliding in and out of you deeply but sweetly, his hands resting on your ass, massaging it. It would be so relaxing, and after he has reached his orgasm, he would took his dick out and cum on your ass, smear it and then lick it off of you.

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cal-flakes · 10 months

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can u do a story where the reader has a sleepover w sarah and it starts to storm so she goes over to rafes room 🙆🏼‍♀️

of course my love <3

╰┈➤ comforted by rafe

warnings: just fluff.

summary: y/n’s fear of thunder kicks in one night at her bestfriends house.

the rumbling of the clouds above tannyhill jolted y/n awake suddenly. perspiration apparent on her face. sighing, she turned to face sarah, who was fast asleep, starfished next to her.

she sat up, groaning lightly at the ache in her neck, she must’ve fallen asleep in an awkward position. a flash of bright light lit up the room for a second, lightning zipping across kildare in the night.

y/n hated thunderstorms, she could never sleep through them. to others it was irrational, but to her the fear was very real.

a hoarse whimper escaped her as a loud bang met her ears, the dryness of her throat making itself known. another angry roar erupted, causing her waterline to brim with tears.

y/n slipped out from under the sheets and left the room, careful not to make any noise. over the years of being bestfriends with sarah cameron, she’d memorised tannyhill pretty well. her and sarah had once drawn a map of the squeaky floorboards in an attempt to sneak out a few years ago.

putting her knowledge to use, she padded through the house tactically, tears streaming.

jumping at ever clap of thunder, she squinted through her tears, relying solely on the flashes of lightning for vision.

she switched on the kitchen lights once she reached the door way. a shaky breath forced its way out of her lungs before she let out a few quiet sobs.

she couldn’t find anything to ground her when thunderstorms hit the outerbanks, not anymore anyways. before her brother moved away, she used to tiptoe across the hall to his room, where he’d sit up with her for hours until the sky calmed down.

her hands shook as she filled her glass in the sink, fumbling with the tap. y/n took a small sip, sighing before scurrying over to the couch in the private living room.

she sat there for a few minutes, stuck in her thoughts when the patio door handle turned eerily slow. her heart raced, coming up with the worst scenarios she could think of. stuck in place, she watched as her bestfriends brother snook inside, unaware of her presence.

turning around from the now closed door, he jumped at the sight of her. sniffling, his eyes widened. “what are you doing here?” he whispered, cautious of waking his father. also sniffling, y/n wiped the tears away from her cheeks.

“i stayed over with sarah.” she muttered, hand gesturing to the room above them. y/n took the chance to observe her friends brother, spotting similar tear marks on his cheeks, his nose red.

unbeknownst to her, he had the same idea. “are you crying?” he asked carefully, tip toeing towards the couch she was curled up on. her already pink cheeks flushed a brighter shade, humiliation now coursing through her.

“thunderstorms, they always get me. you?” self-deprecating laughter filled the room as she nodded towards him, hands still shaky.

lifting his arm up to scratch the back of his head nervously, rafe began to stutter, struggling to explain why he was also crying.

y/n, empathising with his unwillingness to tell, patted the spot next to her, noticing as his face twisted into confusion.

“you look like you need a hug, it just so happens that i do to..” she joked, hoping to lighten the mood. he eyed her suspiciously, battling with his thoughts before giving in, knowing she was right.

he sat down next to her, throwing his arm up, allowing her to shuffle under it. y/n rest her head upon his chest, closing her eyes, revelling in the comfort.

the pair sat in silence for a while, rafe taking it upon himself to stroke her arm whenever she jumped in fright. after a little longer, both y/n’s and rafe’s eyes had fluttered shut, falling into a deep sleep as they curled further and further into eachother.

y/n opened her eyes with a yawn, the sun gleamed through the patio doors, heating her cheeks. quickly taking in her surroundings, she adjusted her head, eyes landing on rafe’s closed one’s.

for a minute, she allowed herself to admire him, a smile tugging at her lips as she took in his features. this might have been the first time she’d ever seen him so peaceful, she thought to herself.

“rafe, rafe!” she spoke in a hushed tone, prodding his shoulder lightly.

after a moment, he stirred awake, looking at his little sisters friend in shock. blowing some air out of his nose, he chuckled slightly, as did she.

“let’s not tell anyone about this” she giggled, thinking about how truly peaceful her sleep had been. nodding in agreement, rafe sat up, smiling at her sheepishly.

and that, was the start of a strange, mutually beneficial relationship with her bestfriends brother.

#rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x reader #dom!rafe #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #outerbanks rafe #rafecameron #rafe smut #rafe obx

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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mutual masturbation with step brother!ethan? 🫠😣

Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), dark Ethan landry, manipulation, slight dubcon, reader is of age, grinding, mutual masturbation, weird references to being siblings ig, praise kink, cum play, dom! Ethan, sub!reader, slightly innocent! Reader

Its not uncommon for Ethan to have sleepovers in your room.

Both of your parents don’t approve, and for good reason. Neither trust Ethan to be on his best behavior after the untying your bikini top ‘as a joke’ incident (he had apologized to you by buying you ice cream and a new dress).

But it’s really not going to stop him from knocking on your door, regardless. No matter how much you protest.

“Relax, baby,” he says to you, as he shoves himself inside your pretty pink room. It’s not uncommon for him to call you baby, either. It’s his nickname for you. “That’s why we keep it a secret, right? And if we get caught, I’ll tell them it was my idea. Promise.”

“But I don’t want to get you in trouble, E.” You frown, and he sits down beside you on your bed and begins to stroke your hair soothingly.

“It’ll be okay. Just be a good girl and have a sleepover with me tonight, yeah?” He smiles when you bring his hand into yours, and you nod with flushed cheeks. “C’mere, sis. We can watch a movie.”

And you do, your body layed between his spread thighs as his arms rest on your stomach. He draws light circles into your belly as you giggle at something on the screen. You lean back into him more; he smells really nice. It overclouds your senses and makes you bury your face in his neck.

“Needy?” He teases, when you bring your hands up to his hair.

Your brows furrow in confusion.

“For what?”

“Nevermind, sweetheart. Just watch the movie.”

And then that’s that. But then the climax starts showing, and that’s when you begin to get sleepy.

And maybe a little horny, too. Because when you adjust and feel Ethan’s cock against your lower back, you begin to subconsciously grind into it.

The boy inhales, his grip on you tightening. You feel his dick getting hard, bigger. You ache from the feeling, and you begin to hump your little pussy onto the bed. The action is so naive and virginal that when Ethan notices he lets out a whine.

“Fuck. Look at you, you dirty girl.”

Ethan’s voice reminds you of the situation you’re both in. Your mind comes back to its senses, and you pull away from his grasp. Your eyes are wide as you crawl to the end of the bed in shock.

What the fuck just happened? He’s your brother, for god’s sake!

(Well, stepbrother. But that doesn’t make it any better.)

Ethan looks confused and tries to reach for you, but you yank yourself away.

“We can’t do that, Eth. W-We can’t..”

He sighs, hands coming up to run his hands through his hair.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

He’s not sorry. He just wants you to think he is, because he knows you’re the one thing he’s not: a person who follows the rules. And he knows that you’ll do whatever it takes to make your mom and his dad happy. And that includes not fucking your stepbrother.

But you’ll also do anything to make Ethan happy. He’s your best friend, after all. The one who cares for you the most.

And that’s when Ethan gets the idea.

He smirks to himself, and adjusts his body to lean back against the bed frame. His hand goes down to massage his covered cock. And then, he slips it down into his sweats. He groans, his eyes making their way to yours. You’re shocked, face intensely heated and pussy starting to throb.

“W-What are you doing? Eth, c’mon…”

“Don’t you love me?” His gaze brings a heat to your neck, and he bites his lip and fucks into his hand when he sees your innocent eyes looking at his clothed cock.

“O-Of course I do! I-I’d do anything for you!”

Ethan pouts, tilting his head. “I don’t think you would. Your big brother needs help, and you’re not helping him.. doesn’t seem like you love me at all.”

“I really really do! I-It’s just that.. I don’t want mom and dad to find out, and-”

“They won’t find out if you’re quiet, angel.” He replies. You bite your lip, thinking over your parents rules.

“But mom and dad don’t like this kind of stuff. We’ll get in trouble if we do anything..”

“No, no, no, you sweet dumb thing.” he looks down at your body as he speaks, and you squirm under his gaze. “As long as we don’t touch each other, it doesn’t count. Okay?”

You think it through , and in the end Ethan’s gorgeous face wins you over. You nod, slowly. And then Ethan is grinning at you.

“That’s my girl.”

Your breathing begins to waver, and you bite your lip as he takes out his fat cock. You know you shouldn’t look, but you do. He begins to stroke the head, the tip dripping with precum, and you inhale shakily.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, y’know that?” Ethan breathes. “Why don’t you take that nightgown off and let me see you how pretty you are?”

“O-Okay…”

Your fingers nervously fumble with the silky slip, and you pull it over your head. Your body is revealed to him, only your pink lacy underwear covering your most intimate parts. Ethan groans. Your hands go up to cover your tits, feeling incredibly exposed.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Ethan coos. “It’s just me. It’s just your big brother…”

That shouldn’t make your pussy begin to ache for touch, but it does. And when he demands that you move your hands, you slowly obey. Your tits are exposed, nipples flushed and puffy.

“I’ve never…” you frown. “I’ve never done this before. Could you show me what to do?”

Ethan smiles. “Of course, angel.”

He stops touching himself, instead moving to gently adjust your body as he pleases. You moan when he pulls your ankles over his thighs, your body now laid between his spread legs. His aching prick is so close to your cunt that you can feel the heat radiating off of it. You’ve never felt this euphoric, never felt this kind of intimacy, and it makes you gush onto your panties.

Ethan’s finger teasingly ghosts over your clit, and you whine in protest.

“N-No touching, E. Remember?”

He chuckles. “Right. ‘M sorry, honey.”

“‘S okay…”

He smiles. “Can you take off your underwear?”

You nod, hands coming down to rest on your waistband and pull the thin garment down. You throw them to the other side of the bed, and when your arousal hits Ethan’s nose, he lets out a groan.

“You smell so fuckin’ good.”

“Thank you..”

And then he’s telling you directions, teaching you to rub your clit and stick your fingers inside yourself. You whine at the friction against your puffy little clit, and Ethan begins to touch himself again.

You watch the thick skin of his cock as it moves over his tip, watches the precum that drips on the sheets below the both of you. Your whole body is on fire, skin electric and buzzing.

“Eth… wan’ you so bad. I love you so much!” You babble. Ethan moans, his slick cock making wet noises in the otherwise quiet room. You can feel your first orgasm of the night moving in on you, and your hips chase your hand as it moves against your clit.

“I love you too, sweet girl. Fuck.. are you gonna cum? Hm? ”

“Yes, yeah. Mm.. fuck!” The coil in your belly snaps, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum. Ethan looks at you through clenched teeth, his hand speeding up on himself.

“God. My precious little girl, doin’ so good.. ‘m gonna cum all over this pussy. That what you want?”

You nod eagerly, spreading your pussy lips apart and moving your body further to him.

It’s not exactly touching. So where’s the wrong in it? Besides, your pussy is so swollen, begging for another orgasm, and begging to be filled. Ethan’s hips thrust up, and he growls as he empties his load onto your wet little cunt. You clench at the feeling of his warm seed hitting your hole, coating you in him. He bites his lip, looking down at how well he’s marked you.

And then, he grabs your thighs and dives down into your pussy. You mewl at the feeling of his tongue pushing his cum back inside you.

Fuck it. Where’s the fun in following the rules, anyway?

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carmenberzattosgf · 2 months

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(hii its carmyboobear!!)

idk if u have already thought abt this but: calming down carmy from a panic attack?? like when he’s freaking out in s2 I just wanna be there for him so bad ;_; ;_; idk I just wanna take care of him sometimes… also hope ur having a great day!!!

Hi friend!!! Omg I have thought about this. For sake of this blurb, reader is working at the bear! (for pining sake I don’t think they are together in this but it’s always up to your interpretation!)

You arrive at work early. Way earlier than normal. You want to work on a new dish before you’re officially on the clock. Usually, the only other person in the restaurant this early is Carmen. In fact, you see his beat up car as you pull in the back lot.

It’s been over 30 minutes at the restaurant, but no sign of Carmy. His knives are out on his station. He has to be here somewhere.

You walk over to the office; maybe he’s working on paperwork. However, you’re met with a closed door. “Carmy? You in there?” you shout through the door. There’s no answer on the other side, so you open the door to check inside.

Carmy’s sitting back to the wall with his knees to his chest inside. His forehead rests on his knees; he doesn’t see you come in. He didn’t even hear you call out through the door the first time. The thoughts are too loud in his head, everything’s too loud.

“Carmy? Carm, are you okay?” He doesn’t react to your voice. You step closer, kneeling down in front of him, gently resting your hand on his leg. Carmy flinches at the contact, and his head snaps up to look at you. It’s only then you put the pieces together. He’s trembling underneath your hand. His eyes are wide like he’s terrified. Carmy’s panting. His chest rising rapidly under his white t-shirt.

Out of instinct your hands cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. His skin burns underneath your palms. “Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay, Carmy.” You speak softly, trying to calm him down. “Did something happen?”

“N-no.” He manages to choke out between pants. He’s hyperventilating. You need to get him to calm down.

“I need you to breathe with me, yeah? Nice and slow.” You take deep slow breathes, and Carmy tries to, but he just can’t slow down his breathing. He’s completely overwhelmed by panic. “Let’s try something else. Can you name five things you can see for me?”

“W-what?”

“What do you see? Can you name five things you can see right now? Just five. I’ll count them for you.”

“U-uhm.” You watch his eyes start to dart around the room. “I—I uh—I see a computer.”

“Good, that’s one. What else?”

“I—I see you.”

You offer him a soft giggle. “That’s two. How about three more things?”

“I see a desk— a chair—“ his breathing is slowing down, but he’s still struggling to catch his breath. “And a pen.”

“Perfect. Now, can you tell me four things you can feel?”

“Uhm.” You can see the thoughts in his brain begin to slow down. “I feel y-your hands on my face. And uh— the ground I’m sitting on.” You rub your thumb gently along his cheek while he speaks, giving him another thing to distract himself from his brain. “I can feel the fabric of my jeans on my palms. And uh— the wall against my back.”

He’s finally starting to calm down, just a little bit. “There we go, Carmy. You’re doing good. What are three things you can hear?”

“The hum of the computer. Uhm. Does the sound of my breathing count?”

“Just anything you can hear. Can you name one more?”

“T-the music you have on in the kitchen.”

“What’s the point of coming in early if I can’t play my tunes?” You joke. A faint smile appears on his lips. His breathing is near normal, but he’s still shaking like a leaf. “Okay, this one might be hard. What’s two things you can smell?” He answers quicker then you expect, barely missing a beat.

“Your perfume. It smells nice.” It’s the first time he’s ever been so close to you for such an extended period of time. You’re still holding his face in your palms. He’s smelling the perfume you dabbed on your wrists before walking out the door this morning. He’s smelled it before, but never so intensely. “And uh— the cup of coffee on the desk.”

“Last thing. One thing you can taste?”

“Cigarette smoke.” You can’t help the belly laugh that leaves your throat. A small laugh leaves his, too. He had already had three cigarettes this morning, and it was barely dawn. The panic attack was going to happen no matter how many he smoked. He was just trying to delay the inevitable.

“I should have expected that one. You feeling better now? At least a little bit?” You finally let go of his face, starting to feel a bit awkward. The trembling in his hands has nearly stopped.

“Much better. Thank you— really thank you. Sorry you had to deal with that. Usually I can stop it— at work at least. Didn’t think anyone else was here.”

“No, don’t apologize. Nothing to be sorry about. Does this happen a lot?”

“Um… you could say that. I’m okay—promise. Just managing it the best I can.”

“If this is managing it, I’m scared to ask what not managing it is like.” There’s a lull between you two. Yeah, his not managing it was much, much worse. “Would you maybe wanna talk about it? Like maybe after work?” You instantly start backtracking, scared of crossing a line. “You don’t have to though! I mean we can just leave it if you want to I—“

“I would love to do that.” He interrupts you before you continue rambling. “Let’s get back to work, yeah? I wanna hear what’s on your playlist.”

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fanfiction #carmy berzatto

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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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Can I request a Philip Graves NSFW Alphabet

A/N: On second thought, I don't dislike his character as much as I thought I did... No particular reason, or anything 🫣

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), smut

Word Count: 3k

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ GRAVES MASTERLIST // have a request? ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver.

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

Not the most delicate, but he tries, and that’s what matters.

Very cocky after sex, but that doesn’t diminish him from making sure his partner is alright (a glass of water, a caress of the reddened marks forming, etc.) Most common with him, some harmless jokes coming from his lips at your expense, all while he’s fixing the stray strands of hair he messed up in the process.

[ ❝ i’m not laughing at you, just couldn’t resist that look on your face, sweetheart ❞ ]

[ ❝ you’re not all shy now, are you? ❞ ]

In terms of actual aftercare, he would keep it short and sweet, handing you clothing items sent flying minutes before. Despite just doing the deed, Graves would turn his back and allow you to redress yourself, no matter how silly the gesture seemed in comparison to what he’d just done to you.

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

On himself—not a body part, but his cheek scar. He thinks it makes him look super sexy, and definitely shows it off in photos. When he first met his S/O, he was practically crossing his fingers that they would ask about it, so he could heavily embellish its origin.

On a partner—an ass man through and through, no matter his partner's figure. His fingers roam constantly, resting on your hips and sliding downwards until he can cup it. It’s not always sexual, either, sometimes he just somewhere to rest his hands on you.

Just how many times did he ogle it before you two even said a word to one another? An embarrassing amount… And after there’s an established relationship? He doesn’t even try to hide it unless he’s around his coworkers.

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

It’s no secret, he likes cumming inside the most when he’s allowed.

But even if he is, there’s one place he likes even more—the chest. Whether his partner is fem or masc., he likes when it drips from their cleavage/sternum all the way down to the in between your thighs. It’s like his own personal way of marking his S/O, an he pictures when he needs a quick fantasy.

And there’s definitely a lot of it. Like, a lot. Sometimes, he wonders how there’s any left for the second round.

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

(W/ prior consent, duh) Perhaps it’s his southern upbringing, his religious guilt for having such an “impure” fantasy. But a mix of corruption kink + bimbofication is his dirty secret—a partner whos clueless when it comes to sex, but also when he’s flirting with them, batting their lashes and fussing over their appearance. One where he can be their first, one where he has to explain each thing he’s doing, to talk the brainless partner through it, etc…

[ ❝ I bet you’ve never even touched yourself… ❞ ]

[ ❝ touch yourself, right there… keep going. ❞ ]

[ ❝ you never done this before, hm? Does that feel good? ❞ ]

Even if he does this “roleplay” with a partner that’s not sexually inexperienced, or has a personality completely opposite to the one in the fantasy… if they’re willing to play the role, to let him indulge in it, he’d melt.

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

He definitely wasn’t always good at it, the man-whore lifestyle grew on him (lmao)

Years in the service, most of his intimacy was hookups, until he advanced through the ranks enough to mature and reserve more time for his romantic life. Though those serious relationships often fell apart, he gained a lot of skills from them—sexually, not with his communication.

By no means, is he a sex God, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know exactly what to do. As clueless as he is when it comes to nuisance or social cues, when intimacy is involved, Graves is surprisingly adaptable.

You didn’t like that, but you loved this? We’ll never do that other thing again, then—that type of attitude.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary—I mean, look at him. But that doesn’t mean it's not a stimulating experience; not at all. His partner’s legs would be as spread and controlled as he wanted them to be. His absolute favorite variation would be one leg up on his shoulder, the other hooked around his waist, that way both parties get the best angle, and he can keep a firm hand on his S/O’s thigh.

Cowgirl (+ reverse)—Adores it, probably would choose it every time if he didn’t enjoy switching things up so much. He has a full view of his S/O, all his favorite parts on display, whether they are facing him or not—and his hands can roam. Fingers dig into thighs, light smacks on their backside, gripping the chin to force a kiss, probably all in a matter of seconds.

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

Tries so hard to be a hardass, but it doesn’t suit him.

Sure, if there’s some roleplay involved, he can play that serious, dominant part with ease. But, casual intimacy with a partner? There’s a grimace on his face, or he’s chuckling at your reactions to his movements, whispering little lighthearted comments.

Being serious all day long has its downsides, so why not have a little fun… while having the other kind of fun? ;)

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

Very well groomed, but not bald down there.

His hair doesn’t grow very thick, or very rapidly, so it’s relatively simple for him to keep it contained. The hair that is down there is super short, more like a short, blonde stubble.

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

Quite romantic, when the mood is right. A special day for you two, or a good day in general? He’s especially tender.

But I don’t get the feeling he would take too much time with his S/O… it’s not in his nature. There wouldn’t be candles or music, or rose petals, but his charming words and skilled hands would make up for any lack of showiness.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Probably has a strict routine, to do it every morning or every night, purely to relieve the stresses of his job, as opposed to pleasure. Sometimes, he’ll do it just to get to sleep that night, or when he’s deployed for months at a time and misses his S/O.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Crying kink: most arousing if his S/O wears eye makeup and it's ruined by the time he’s done, running down their cheeks from the tears brimming. Though he wouldn’t do it often, there might be some pain inflicted to induce the tears (w/ prior consent).

Dumbification kink: heavy on this one, because he knows he’s doing something right. Once his partner is unable to form sentences or let out sounds too loud to properly respond to him, it’s a rush to his ego. Though he likes verbal feedback, hell, even a conversation in the middle of sex, them being too deep in their own pleasure to speak is a turn-on for him.

Breath play (receiving): to put it bluntly, he’s too terrified to try this on a partner, for fear of hurting them. But to be choked by his S/O, or the air restricted in some other way, it’s definitely a lowkey turn-on for him. But, somehow he still remains in charge, all while gasping for air.

Breeding kink: quite vocal about this one, and he wants kids someday, so why not? (w/ prior consent) When not involving the whole pregnancy aspect, it’s just a pretty sight to look at for him—the aftermath of it oozing out and down his partner’s thighs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s quite picky with his locations. Bed or car, those are his two most common places, anywhere else is pretty rare for him. Of course, there would be some sex in his office once in a blue moon, but that’s about as far as he would go.

Bed—there’s way more opportunity for movement, less strain on each other’s bodies, and it’s somewhere you’re both familiar with. On the plus side, it’s much easier to strip and change the sheets, rather than sanitize an odd location after the deed.

Car—(Just look at him, he has a pickup truck. Don’t fight me on this) It’s purely his own fantasy, fucking his partner in his truck, especially when he’s on the move, or Graves simply couldn’t wait until you made it home. Definitely would keep a hand on your thigh during the drive, or if he was hinting at some car sex, it would slowly tease until you cave.

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

Visual teasing turns him on the most because he wants the smooth (or dirty 👀) talking to be left to him.

Most commonly, and most unbeknownst to you, when you’re busy with a task while wearing one of his shirts. (filling the dryer, placing a dish in the dishwasher, even just scrolling on your phone while bent over the counter). Even when fully clothed, it gets him, but most of all if you’re only wearing underwear underneath his shirt. Better yet, if you’re wearing nothing at all.

And he doesn’t always act on these motivations, sometimes he can’t because he’s halfway out the door. Other times, he just wants to savor the image as long as possible, to release the pent-up sexual frustration later, when it had all day to simmer.

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

There’s a lot he would do for his partner, but anything involving weapons, genuine pain, he won’t do it. If his partner wanted to roleplay, say some dub-con, he would do it just for them.

But full-on non-con, no preparation, no reciprocation, even if it’s just an act? He’s not into it. It’s not just vocal reassurances he needs, it’s physical—his partner touching him, wetness, begging, etc. He won’t be satisfied unless he can physically see them want it.

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

Giving—an acquired taste for him, because he was once very inexperienced and awkward about it. It was never something that grossed him out or something he refused, but he was more worried about not doing it properly, despite how much his partner might be receptive to it. To make up for it, he always uses his hands at the same time, a sure way to make it pleasurable, just in case his tongue isn’t enough. Once he gets going though, once he learns every little sweet spot, he’s not coming up for air until he thinks the time is right.

Receiving—hear me out; I don’t think he enjoys getting head nearly as much as the average man. Of course, he would indulge himself if his partner was willing, perhaps wanting it every so often, but I feel it’s a rarity for him. When he does, he’s surprisingly gentle, only guiding his partner's head a small amount, and he prefers if the pace is slow and sloppy. He wouldn’t force you to your knees, bruise your throat, or yank your hair, not unless it was a fantasy of yours, of course.

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

Shockingly, he’s quite rough and fast, despite how unadorned his preferences are. In the act’s entirety, his pace is quick and rough, but not painful. He starts slow, but after being given any look of approval, he goes his usual unrelenting pace, all while his hands remain delicate. If his partner enjoys the fast pace, it’s perfect, and he would go until his body couldn’t.

If not: Once he’s gotten his climax, or he’s satisfied himself, he’s willing to go slower in favor of his partner’s pleasure, and only theirs. In fact, it’s almost immediately after he finishes—he doesn’t remove himself but slows himself to ensure his S/O will be just as satisfied. Slow, but deep thrusts no matter the position, just until they’ve finished.

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

He has a love/hate dynamic with quickies.

Little “joyrides” where he parks abruptly and has his way? Can’t get enough of it, and it’s merely a recurring fantasy. The same as, a quickie before he leaves for work? Finds it incredibly sexy if his partner stops him just before he’s out the door.

But, when his work is in the way of taking all the time he wants with you? That’s when he yearns for more time with his S/O, to get things done properly.

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

Not often, unless you were really adamant about trying something new or risky. He’s pretty set in his ways, and he already knows what he likes.

[ ❝ you would like that, wouldn’t you? I’ll remember that… ❞ ]

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

A few rounds, give or take.

He’s at his peak stamina when it’s been a while since you two had sex.

Besides, he’ll say he’s ❝ pacing himself ❞ when in actuality, he wants to make his partner need him, especially if they get desperate enough to outright ask for more. It’s a boost to his ego, it’s arousing, and you’ve affirmed his skills, all in one.

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

During sex, he probably wouldn’t use them on his partner, unless they really, truly wanted him to. What better, than making them finish with only parts of his body? But if you want to add a toy to the mix, he’s not going to stop you, either.

Graves would be pretty clueless when it comes to toys, having never used one on himself or a partner. He’d be especially shocked if his S/O had their own already, but it’s not a threat—it’s a turn-on, for him to think about, how they satisfy themselves when it’s not him doing it. Deep down, he wants you to send him pictures using them, or suggestive messages when he’s away for months at a time.

To put it simply—he would rather visualize you using them solo, as opposed to him doing it to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Outside of sex, as an act of foreplay or verbal teasing? He could do it all day; snide remarks to get his S/O needy touches that only last seconds, a suggestive noise/phrase coming out of his mouth like it's nothing.

[ ❝ Fuck… ❞ ] he practically moans it, waiting for the moan to draw you in, then: [ ❝ …this dinner is amazing ❞ ]

But as soon as you’re undressed in front of him? He wouldn’t be able to stand his own teasing for long, because all he wants is to get down to business. He would rather hear his partner finish, than whine when deprived of it, if that makes sense.

To be frank, he’s probably needier than any of his partners, always wanting to be bottomed out and making them feel the same pleasure he is.

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

Doesn’t look like it, but he’s quite vocal. Often similar to the intro of this video (Not p^rn, just a tiktok edit, I promise).

It’s constant talking, sometimes praise, other times he’s having a conversation with you in between his grunts. When he’s close, they become more drawn out and low, though his pace is only quickening.

[ ❝ almost there, sweetheart. Then I’ll do it again, just for you. ❞ ]

[ ❝ so sexy… and just for me. ❞ ]

[ ❝ love hearing you enjoy yourself like this, honey. ❞ ]

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

This might be a strange one, but bear with me.

He secretly loves being on medical-leave, stuck at home and laid up, (not seriously injured), because he loves being fussed over deep down. Who doesn’t love soup brought to your bedside, extra cuddles at night… and a few favors ;) to ❝ ease his pain ❞

Plus, he doesn’t have to worry about getting up early and leaving you the next day, so your favor could go on for quite awhile…

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

Body type: He’s lean and toned, but heavily defined. Relatively hairless on his chest, and back, even his happy trail isn’t very noticeable. Graves doesn’t look like someone with that much muscular definition, until he flexes or exerts himself.

In the pants: Above average in size, but not overly girthy, and it naturally curves upward very slightly. 2.5” IN girth, 4” IN when soft—6.8” IN when hard.

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

Quite high when he’s around his partner because they’re there to reciprocate it. But, surprisingly low when he’s away. He’s truly too stressed and exhausted to be thinking about sex, only does when he gets morning wood or has to relieve some of that tension by himself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Doesn’t sleep much as it is, and he seems like the type to not sleep after sex.

The pillow talk continues, even if his partner’s eyes have drooped shut and they’re not listening to a word he’s saying. Head on his chest, or vice versa, talking about how good it was or probably telling some funny story about when he got stranded in the desert.

[ ❝ you’re better than I deserve, lettin’ me do that to you. ❞ ]

Sometimes, he’ll go back to his paperwork mere minutes after, a small apology escaping his lips when he does so. [ ❝ sorry, darlin’ ❞ ] or if the act was cut short, he’s not opposed to keeping one of his unoccupied hands on you (take that how you want).

#task force 141 #call of duty #mw2 #mw2 fanfic #task force 141 x reader #shadow company #phillip graves #commander graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves smut #phillip graves cod #phillip graves x you #modern warefare ii

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chaos-smh · 2 months

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Dutch Van Der Linde Headcanons

a/n: sorry for the delay in posting! this is probably a bit ooc but dutch is hard to write for phew. hope y'all enjoy!

pairing/s: dutch van der linde x fem!reader

content: suggestive content, smut, dom!dutch, hand kink?, established relationship, d/s dynamics, sub!reader, fluff?, dirty talk

word count: 790 words

minors dni!!🔞

Dutch can’t keep his hands off you. It almost felt as if there wasn’t a single moment in the day where his dexterous fingers weren’t resting on you, pressing into your supple flesh with his rings cool against your skin. It didn’t matter to him if everybody else was watching when he would crane your neck with his calloused hand and force you to look at him. However, what he savored the most was those moments in the depths of the nights when he would grasp at your flushed face, stifling your breath and muffling your cries of pleasure. The night would usually end with his hands soaked with your own tears and drool. Although, nothing could match your awe for the rings he wore and Dutch loved to tease you about it. “Oh? You want me to keep them on, do you sweetheart?” He would soon have you grasping at him and blushing hard when he curled his fingers inside of you with the cold jewelry soon drenched with your own slick.

Dutch loves reading to you. Being the type of man that he is, Dutch took a certain pleasure in explaining things to you but he especially enjoyed when he was able to read to you. It surprised him when you had first asked but he was quick to fulfill your request. There was something about the way that the words would roll of his tongue and how his baritone voice would resonate in his chest which you fell in love with. It gave you butterflies when you would rest up against his chest with his arms around you as he read page after page into the late hours of the night. However, you quickly found yourself loosing track of the narrative when you would simply become mesmerized by the way he spoke to you. “You just like my voice, don’t you, my dear?”

Dutch loves to spoil you. He took pride in the way that he was presented and perceived and he insisted that you should too. The gifts had started off very small but each one came with its own meaning, whether it was romantic or something which would make you to giggle. It became noticeable when the gang started to receive a steady flow of money as bottles of expensive perfume and lavish dresses would find their way to you. He relished in being able to dress you up and show you off like you were his own little doll. However, presents weren’t the only thing that he spoiled you with. Whenever you pleased him enough, he was kind enough to reward you. Dutch would honor you with deep thrusts which would leave you shaking and begging in a puddle of your own pleasure by the end of the night. “You can’t take anymore? But you’ve been such a good girl.”

Dutch always leaves his mark on you. It was clear that Dutch took pride in his work and that included you. There was nothing that gave him more of a thrill than being able to see the chorus of colors that littered your neck after a long night well spent. Your cheeks would burn the next day when you would attempt to go about your daily routine and try to avoid the teasing jokes from the other girls. However, you always caught the smug look and satisfied grin on Dutch’s face as he stood proud with a cigar on his lips and looked over you. Dutch also made it sure that you couldn’t sit. Deep shades of blue and purple smothered your behind as he would smack his ringed hand against the supple flesh for what would feel like hours. He enjoyed watching you waddle around the next day.

Dutch has a need to always be in control. Whenever Dutch lost control, he always knew at the end of the day that you would be there to submit to him. You would be stupid to challenge his authority or disobey his word. Whether you were strung out over his lap or forced on your knees, he was quick to remind you who was in charge. Your nights together would be spent in deep bliss as he would coax out your submission with long and unforgiving thrusts, making sure to leave you sobbing for your own release. His firm teachings didn’t just remain in the bedroom though, as he made it habit to let everyone know who you belonged to. Dutch adored the blush on your face when you would refer to him as ‘sir’ and he relished in the way you squirmed when he made you sit on his lap. “Don’t pout now, or do I need to remind you who you belong to.”

#rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption two #red dead 2 #dutch van der linde #dutch x reader #dutch headcanons #van der linde gang #rdr2 smut #dutch van der linde smut #dutch van der linde rdr2 #dutch van der linde x reader #fanfic #rdr2

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jlepixie · 10 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I'll never get used to being alive. it's a mystery ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰ ୨ Bill nsfw alphabet ୧ ╯

༶⋆˙⊹｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ✩ ˛˚.

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

Bill definitely would wipe you off and clean you up while whispering in your ear about how good you did and how much he loves you, but we have to accept that he would take a short nap after that, he did said he is a lazy person.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

He adores his hands because he knows how much pleasure can give you with only that. By chocking you, pulling you closer, fingering you or holding your hand, he loves the size difference.

When it comes to you, I would say he loves your waist because can pull you closer to him by it, and if its squishy its better, he rests his hands on it when you ride it and you definitely have some marks on it by how hard he is squeezing it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He knows that wearing a condom is the best thing he can do, although he dreams a lot of cumming deeply inside you. And another place would be when he pulls off he likes to see it on your stomach.

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

He loves the idea of having a quickie in a public space. Finding a risky place to fuck, probably a bathroom or even the couch under the stage after performing. Keeping you quiet, or seeing how quickly he can make you cum. ("be silent now, we don't want the others to hear you now, do we love?")

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

Bill is a star, and that means he had many sexual partners, but with you it would be different because he knows you are his truly love. We all know that he is shy and timid. He always asks how you feel, and if he’s doing good, sometimes he’s so worried about making sure you cum that he doesn’t, he’s very giving when it comes to sex.

F = Favorite position

Cowgirl. the feeling that he can still dominate you even if you’re on top, whispering dirty words in your ear and even controlling the pace with his hands on your hips.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

He would stay serious most of the time. He keeps the playfulness for aftercare. But when he drinks he gets a little goofy during it, manifesting it by showering you with silly compliments. For him sex is something serious but tries to keep the air light and fun by admiring you. When you two have quickies, the atmosphere is very different, is full of laughs, trying to fit in the small bathrooms, closets and joking about getting caught.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

Bill doesn't fully shaves, mostly just trims it. but he likes to keeps it in a small area, you wouldn't see hair on his abdomen or chest.

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

We all know Bill is a romantic! He showers you with compliments, taking his sweet time with foreplay, his full attention is on you, no matter how tired he is. He wants to show you how much he admires and adores you. He is so deeply in love with you, that he even takes his time to learn everything you like and don't. Bill is really affectionate and needy, wanting to please you and show his gratitude anytime.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

The first time he thought of you while masturbating was before you two were even together, and when you popped on his mind he got surprised and guilty. Even after getting together it didn't felt right but with all his tours around the world, and your help by sending pics and having calls, your body and sweet mind is all he can think of.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink would be a main, but also seeing the marks he leaves on you. Sex with Bill would be filled with compliments and sweet nothings whispered in your ear. He loves leaving marks on you and admiring them during the day would make him hornier.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

The bathroom or changing room under the stage is making his mind going crazy while you two do it there.

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

Sex after every concert. He still has that adrenaline in him after it and he can't wait to get to you. But when he doesn't have a concert his motivation would be you. he can't take his mind off you, every time he sees you, wearing anything, he just wants to take you there. His hands have to be on you 24/7

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

Bill would definitely want to try everything with you. But of course he wouldn't put your life at risk.

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

He wouldn't be into receiving it too much, maybe just once in while. Bill loves going down on you multiple times. He knows exactly what he is doing and would make sure you cum more than once.

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

He is a slow lover, he wants to enjoy every moment of it, to take his time to admire and feel you. Bill is the type of guy that would stay and kiss every part of your body and stop every time to give a compliment and tell you how much he adores you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Quickies happen a lot, especially after a concert. But he would make sure to give you extra attention when it gets in a more private place.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

yes! there’s a lot of ways to make you pleased and Bill wants to learn them all.

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

He did said he is a lazy person but he does have a lot of stamina especially because he practice a lot for their concerts. He does love when you are on his lap riding it so it does takes longer for him and you would be the first one to tap out.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

He likes the traditional way more but he would use toys to tease you and probably on an event you both participate he would leave a toy there to see how needy you get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing but not as much as giving you the pleasure you deserve. But be sure on events, interviews, concerts, hang outs with others, he is the master of teasing just to get you more needy for him when you get to a room.

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

He loves loud girls, that's for sure. Bill loves hearing how much he pleasures you. He is not a as loud, his shy personality wouldn't let him, he more whimpers but be sure he would get out some moans here and there.

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

Fucking in the mirror! He loves watching the side view of himself towering above you, thrusting into you slowly, your eyes watching him as well.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

This man is 1,92cm. Be sure he is packing down there too. He is back every where.

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

It's definitely very high. Being away from you is the hardest thing. He is always thinking of your body, and not only.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quickly, because he feels really safe around you. he makes sure that you fall asleep first tho, playing with your hair and whispering sweet things to make you even more sleepy.

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poppy-metal · 4 months

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HELP me because upperclassman jordan pleasure dom jordan pinning you down to their bed n they're staring down at you, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, doe eyes blinking up at them. the filthy little whimper that escapes you when they capture your mouth w their own. the way it sends heat pooling low in their belly.

nd you're squirming, hips shifting against the bed--desperate for friction, anything—n when your clit rubs against jordan's thigh through the fabric of your shorts you gasp, back arching off the bed, and they can't hold in the dark chuckle that leaves their mouth. "what's wrong, baby?" and and and how are you supposed to respond when they make your head all fuzzy n blank. "d'nno, jordie." and they rub soft circles into your waist, the intention soothing, but their warm hand against your bare skin prolly only makes the throbbing in your cunt worse :(

"'s okay, baby. can you tell me what you need?" and it's so uncharacteristically soft coming from them you can't help but sniffle :(

"'m not sure, jus'- i don't know. want you to touch me.” and they DO no question no hesitation no joke no lie i can’t take it i can’t . will be in my notes app thinking about this in incredible depth

-🦸‍♀️ leaving for an internship tomorrow thinking abt jordan while i still can 😔🙏

i hope u know im going to need to see those note app thoughts....

stawp them being sweet on you :(( you didn't expect it because of their reputation and maybe they've been a dick to people they slept with in the past but you're different. special. they actually give a fuck about you.

just slowly unbuttoning your shorts and slipping their hand inside - "jordan -" gasping in anticipation and gripping their shoulders, the fabric of their tshirt clenched in your fists. they pause their hand immediately at your soft whimper and your hips shift up, seeking attention. "n-no, dont stop - please. please -"

"okay, baby. i got you -" and they slip their hand further down, cupping your cunt over your panties. its just the barest touch but you moan loud and long. lashes fluttering as your little pussy weeps. you're sure they can feel how damp you are. "there you go. fuck." their head dips briefly to rest on your shoulder, you feel their lips kiss your skin. "you're so fucking wet - right through your panties, god."

you bite your bottom lip as they trace the seam of your pussy over your underwear. pushing the fabric in a little, into the meat of your cunt. you're dripping you want it so bad.

"its - i-its because of you," you tell them honestly. sweet honest freshman. jordan groans into your neck and leans up, crosses their arms over their chest and yanks their shirt up and off. you have just a second to admire their bare chest, chain swinging around their neck before they're leaning back down and kissing you, feverishly.

you arch into it, into them. widen your legs when they shift between them and wrap them around their waist.

"you're a good fucking girl, freshman." they kiss all over your throat, your neck, your chest, yanking your bra down to lick over a tight little nipple. "so good with your little pussy all wet and tight for your upperclassman. gonna take such good care of you. get you all ready to take this big dick -" their pelvis aligns with yours, both of you moaning when their hard flesh meets your wet pussy through your clothes. "-yeah, you feel that? that's going inside you, baby."

it feels impossible. long and thick and hard where it presses against you. a heavy weight. but you trust jordan. you always will.

#ask #🦸‍♀️ anon #aurrrr good luck my dove!!@@#u slay me as always #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader

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leclerced · 3 months

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Max is the type of guy to have a polaroid of his gfs titties in his wallet.

But just imagine his gf fighting for equal rights and carrying a polaroid of his titties in her wallet.

Or maybe in a locked he gave her and she always struggles to find excuses to not open it when people ask whats inside.

🫀

UGH!!!! this is all i want. i think a guy might have my titty polaroid in his wallet or smth but im never gonna ask what he did w them.

i can see them taking the pictures together, like they’re spring cleaning and she finds her old polaroid camera and a few packs of films and jokes about putting it to use. max would take it and start taking photos of the cats, and use up the rest of the film in the camera and pout when it stops shooting. probably think he broke it or something and start to feel bad until she takes it back and replaces the film. then she suggests taking photos of something else, and he’s like “uh, why? look how cute they are.” then follows the cats as they wander around the house, snapping more photos of them. she jokes, “i was thinking you could take pictures of my pussy but if you’d prefer those...” he whips around to face her, taking a blurry photo in the process because he was just about to take one of jimmy playing with a toy, and is like, “wait, you mean, you wanted to take nudes with this?” he’d immediately start stripping then ask her why she’s still dressed as he wraps his free hand around his cock, already half hard at the thought of what she’s suggesting. would have too much fun photographing each other and once all the film is gone, the camera is completely forgotten.

then after fucking, he goes through all the photos and picks out a titty photo and tucks it into his wallet after he checks with her that it’s okay. he’d hide it behind all of his other cards and such, in it’s own little pocket so he doesn’t accidentally pull it out with one of them and give someone a sneak peak at her tits.

she would definitely have it in a locket!! she has to go buy a printer so she can print the photo small enough, and she does it as a joke at first, but then never changes it. one day max asks her what she put in it and she shows him that one side is a picture of them, and the other is his tits. he’d think it’s so funny n cute and probably buy more lockets and fill them w funny photos instead of cute ones. or put a dick pic in one before he gifts it to her.

she would def lie and tell people the clasp is broken or something like that, or say it doesn’t have anything in it bc she doesn’t have a printer so it’s just empty! max giggling behind her bc its the dick pic necklace and he knows exactly why she can’t open it.

#ask #🫀anon #mv1

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thedvilsinthedetails · 26 days

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wrote a quick, just fluff, slice of life microfic w rosekiller (679 words)

wrote it pretty quickly so the description is #entirelynonexistant

Oh for the record ‘grunkle ford’ is a gravity falls character bahaha

also ten things I hate about you I LOVE THAT MOVIE thats the literal only reason I have them watching it is just bc I love it lmao

CW: reference to background sexual stuff but nothing depicted (its Barty btw bc Evan is ace in this)

Evan got back home at around seven, rain soaked and shivering from shitty London weather. He leaned against the door with a sigh, throwing an angry glance at the umbrella he’d decided he wouldn’t need today and left in the doorway this morning. Then he heard it.

Barty softly groaning from the bathroom, then a gasp and then…

“E-Evan!”

Then silence.

Evan just chuckled, sitting himself down on the sofa, smirking bemusedly when Barty emerged a minute later from the bathroom.

“Having fun?”

Evan joked. Barty stuck his tongue out his boyfriend.

“I tried to do it before you got home.”

“Don’t worry it’s fine, I don’t mind hearing it. I mean I kind of like the fact that you think of me when you…I just don’t want to do it.”

Barty’s smile softened and he reached his hands out to cup Evan’s face. Evan hesitated, moving his head back for a second.

“Sorry just…you’ve washed your hands like a lot right?”

“Course baby. Hands cleaned thoroughly with scented soap.”

Evan relaxed and let Barty’s hands slip around his face. Barty leaned down and pressed a kiss gently on the top of his head, nestling his face in Evan’s hair for a moment.

“Just so you know though.”

Barty whispered softly in Evan’s hair.

“I may have said your name but I was actually thinking of Grunkle Ford. Ultimate DILF.”

Barty chuckled before dropping his hands and running to the kitchen, giggling at Evan’s indignant expression.

“First of all. RUDE. second of all, he’s a literal old man.”

Evan chased Barty quickly with a laugh.

Barty just shrugged, turning and pulling Evan into his arms. They swayed there for a moment, holding each other in the soft glow of the kitchen light. Barty curled his head against Evan’s chest, looking up at him with soft eyes.

“DILFS only improve with age.”

“Barty!”

Barty laughed again. He had a strange laugh, one that alternated between complete gaping silence and something that resembled a hyena’s shriek. It warmed Evan up from inside out to hear.

“How was your day?”

Evan pressed their foreheads together gently as he asked.

“It was good, boring. You?”

“Same. Wanna watch a movie?”

“Ten things I hate about you, ten things I hate about you, ten things I hate about you…”

Barty began to chant it, dancing around the kitchen excitedly as Evan got snacks for the movie ready. Evan threw a handful of pretzels at him at one point which Barty tried and failed to catch in his mouth. In the end he just picked them up off the floor, blew on them (like that would even do anything) and shoved them in his mouth.

•••

They were curled up on their sofa, Barty had his back pressed against Evan’s chest, one hand resting on Evan’s knee. Evan had an arm slung over Barty’s shoulder, other one wrapped around his waist. Evan tried to focus on the movie but it was sort of difficult when Barty kept throwing Evan not so subtle glances.

“What is it baby?”

Evan murmured. Barty’s eyes widened and he dropped his gaze quickly. He took his hand off Evan’s knee and began to rub his knuckles against one another nervously.

“Bee?”

Evan asked again, hugging him just slightly tighter.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey.”

Evan whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me but I won’t judge you or anything.”

Barty glanced up at him again. He drew in a shaky breath before speaking.

“I’ve been thinking recently, you know about us. And I didn’t know what it was but I just figured it out and well…look I think I love you. I know I love you.”

He blurted it out quickly, tripping over words as he spoke. Evan just froze slightly.

“Oh.”

Barty shifted awkwardly, eyes fixed down in his hands.

“I love you t-“

“Ev you don’t have to…”

“Bee.”

Evan pressed a soft kiss against Barty’s cheek.

“I love you too.”

Barty looked at him for a moment, then hummed happily, snuggling even closer to Evan.

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sanspuppet · 3 months

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hi, i js wna say i LOVE!!! ur work sm and i was wondering if you could do a sub san smut (like lots of begging and stuff) :p only if your hard hours are open, that is! If they’re not, it’s fine!!! I’ll wait :> !! Thank u for ur works<3

Sex at 8 a.m. always feels better~

W/T: unprotected sex, morning sex, dom reader, lots of begging/ dirty talk

Synopsis: You help your boyfriend on another needy morning of his

A/O: thanks anon! i’m always happy to see that people like my works :3 i hope you can enjoy mwah <33

“Good morning, beautiful” San cards his fingers through your hair as soon as he notices your eyes lazily glancing at him, the morning light just woke you up. “Good morning, Sannie” He lowly whines, his hand goes down to your side, resting on your barely clothed ass. “Sweetheart, it feels so uncomfortable to have a morning wood.” You first wrap your leg around his waist, then sit suddenly on him as he’s looking at you with aroused eyes. “you’re asking me to help you get rid of it, aren’t you?” you chuckle at his desperate nod. “Yeah baby, i’d appreciate it so much” One hand rests on his cheek, slowly dragging it down his bare chest, while admiring the overlines of his abs. “So, I just woke up, still sleepy, and you want me to ride you? At least you should beg for it” San bites his lip, he would swear that he could just come in his pants at the feeling of your body weight sat on his boner. “Please, i’ll be good, just do it, i’ll get you a reward” His hands grab your waist, squeezing your soft skin. “Oh, like?” He thinks a few seconds before replying. “Breakfast in bed, i’ll cook whatever you want” “Fine” His hands grip the waistband of your shorts, motioning you to take them off. Once they’re gone, thrown somewhere on the floor, he murmurs: “Please, my boxers too. I can’t wait no more, it hurts” Actually, you’re instantly wet at the sight of his cock popping out of his underwear, veins are pulsing around his length, the tip’s of a cherry red covered in precum. You grab the base of it, positioning yourself on it enough for its tip to penetrate you, and because you quite enjoy teasing him, you start to rub your cunt against it, gaining from him needy whimpers: “Oh god, please fuck yourself on me already. Please it feels too good to be inside you.” You wrap your hand around his neck, raising his chin. “Oh, you need me so bad. I see, i’ll give you what you want.” Right after, you sit on his lap, taking all of his dick deep inside you. “Fuck, t-thank you baby” You give a little peck on his cheeks before starting to bounce rhythmically. “Oh my- you stroke me so well, perfectly tight…” You both let out a small moan, when his cockhead finally touches your g-spot. “Feels amazing, San” The more you ride him, the more you get wet. The wetter you are, the closer you two feel your orgasm approaching. “Inside baby, please let me cum inside.” You giggle, speeding up the pace of your ass slapping against his pelvis, the sound of it is followed by San’s moans, that get louder with every time. “Should i pull out? I don’t know…” you joke, but because he’s too pussydrunk to even think properly and get it, he insists: “Nonono please- i’m cumming- inside” Seconds after, you feel the warmth of his cum shooting inside you, there’s so much that’s leaking out even though he’s still inside you. “Fuck, fuck— Thank you, lovely” He gets up to kiss you deeply, tongues are messing out with each other. You lay down on the mattress once you pull out, San pinches your cheek before getting up. “I’ll get a towel for you, don’t worry.” You grab his wrist: “Oh and… A croissant and some strawberries, thanks.”

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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hiiiiii can u pls make a tommy x fem!reader where they go on a fake date for a vlog (but its actually a secret plot by tommy or yn (u choose) to go on a date w the other bc theyve had a secret crush on thr other for a long time🤭🤭)

and then like,,,, in the middle of the date the other realizes that oh,,,, i like them

AND THEN CUE THE PANIC THAT COMES WITH REALIZING U LOVE UR BEST FRIEND IN THE MIDDLE OF A FAKE DATE AND THEN MAYBE AFTER FINISHING THE VLOG THEY LIKE REVEAL THEIR FEELINGS TO EACH OTHER AND AGREE TO GO ON A REAL DATE LATER???👁️👁️

omg yes of COURSEEEE ; also I do only do gn readers but I can 100% do the rest of this 💪💪 hope you enjoy 🫶 ; also djo is mentioned (I've been a fan since like 2020) do not start gatekeeping on me LMAO ; listening to my tommyinnit playlist while making this and 🙏🙏🙏🙏 (link can be found on my masterlist -> playlists 👍 it's a banger

TOMMYINNIT ; real date ❌️ fake date ✅️

summary ; you go on a fake date for a vlog and decide to go on a real one because the romantic tension got you both positively nauseated

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

"Y/n, you wanna go stop for food?" The blonde asks, dropping the vlog camera a bit as he hears his stomach grumble in hunger. "We can make it a date for the vlog" He suggests, praying you'd say yes.

You nod, agreeing to the bit and the food considering you were also beginning to starve. Meanwhile, he feels his intestines flip around in his torso, trying to hide a giggle of approval as you agree.

You stop at a little lunch place and dine in with some sandwiches and soup. You and Tommy sit at one of the half-booth-half-chair tables, and put the camera in front of you as you sit next to each other. You talk about and eat at the same time, basically doing a mini storytime for the vlog, considering he was trying to do a vlog challenge to upload every week and have his videos reach at least twenty minutes and you were down to help him.

Tommy tries to push off the weight off his shoulders, love pulling him down as he looks over at you, talking to the camera about a story from earlier. He feels his stomach fill with butterflies as you laugh and smile, your eyes twinkling like sun reflecting off of water.

He quickly looks back down at his food, trying to hide his longing eyes for you. His ears dust a little red, feeling flustered as you joke around with him, making little date conversation to play up the bit.

You eventually get into the joke as a whole, making fake flirty conversation, making both of you silently panic inside. It's obvious to everyone but you, his ears and cheeks dusted pink, you trying to hide your smile as your face warms up past the heat of the oven when you bake out-the-box cakes together. You have to walk out of the building because you were getting too loud with laughter and didn't want to disturb the other patrons.

You walk down the sidewalk together, talking on and on and opening up more than usual about a lot of things. Tommy shows off all the scenery as you walk, later to be edited with Empire State Of Mind in the background, considering you'd been traveling around New York together while Freddie and Jack did their own things around the city.

You take the camera after a few minutes, wanting to have some fun with it. From silly angles and .5's of your foreheads to the Empire State Building and the flashy lights and screens everywhere like Times Square, you got it all. You found it so fucking enjoyable, catching all the beauties of city life you'd never experienced before. The bustling streets and the sound of music coming from just about everywhere, it weirdly comforted you.

You hold the camera up high, zoomed all the way out to capture you and the blonde, singing along to End Of Beginning by Djo, the song playing in the earbuds you were sharing. I mean, this was the beginning of a new end, in all honesty, the tour, him, your new eras and styles of content, the new way you'd picked yourselves off the floor and made yourselves new people. You were both happy enough to be on the hectic rollercoaster of life with each other in the seat next to the other.

Tommy can't help but find your funny control over the camera and your jokes amusing, to say the least. He couldn't help but fall more head over heels than he already was. He didn't know how he didn't notice it already, but when you touched the concrete in New York City, he felt it. Something in him awakened, like he realized how amazing it was to have this tour going on, for one, two, you were there. You were always there. You were always right in fucking front of his eyes.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You lay face up on the bed in your hotel room, staring at the ceiling. The room is freezing considering the heater doesn't work, and you needed the window open to get some fresh air. You're wrapped in a blanket you'd brought from home for comfort, and hidden under the thick bedsheets you'd been given for the night.

The show went well as per usual, at least.

What wasn't going well was the fact you couldn't sleep.

All because of a certain blonde haired boy who was currently obsessed with sweatshirts and jeans.

His laugh was contagious, his smile shining a thousand sun's, his eyes flowing as deep as the sea you longed for back in Europe, which you frequently walked with MotherInnit. You could stare at him all day, you'd never realized how you felt about him, or the fact the way you thought about him was romantic.

You stare up at the ceiling, a boob light hanging above your feet. It was times like these where you wished you could afford a nicer hotel. The mattress itched of dirty sheets and crumbs, which were not caused by you, or maybe that was the fear of sleeping in a bed that wasn't yours... one of the two.

You wanted to stomp up to Tommy's room, a floor above you and down the hall some, to just rant about taking him on a proper date tomorrow considering how much you'd enjoyed your "date" earlier. But you didn't have the heart, you lay with your stomach twisting and turning, heart aching and burning for him by your side to warm you up.

The bustling city night life soothes you to sleep, the vehicles below on the streets all headed home or to work or around the city. The people shoulder to shoulder on the street, enjoying a peaceful walk to wherever their feet were taking them, the homeless girl you'd given a couple hundred dollars to earlier as she played her flute. A boy about her age had joined her since then, wielded with a guitar, possibly becoming friends through bonding with their interests and the fact they were both struggling.

You could hear their music even from four floors up and through the city traffic, it was beautiful. They fit together perfectly, like two neighboring pieces of a puzzle. You wished you felt that way with Tommy. You wished you could come clean to him about your feelings and how you really thought of him. Yet, tonight was not that night.

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The panic had set in from last night now.

You were barely awake when you stared up at the ceiling, swooning over your best friend, but now you were wide awake and in total realization of your thoughts. You internally cringe every time you think about it, wanting to vanish off the face of the Earth.

Through the last day in New York, you found yourself avoiding Tommy at all costs. From wandering off with Freddie to eating by your lonesome and spending time in your hotel room to "edit videos," you'd probably only spent a half hour around him.

He was growing concerned while Jack and Freddie shared a knowing look, knowing exactly what was happening. They'd both known of his crush on you, which spanned past the past four or so months. You finally realized you liked him back and wanted to deny it.

The two wanted to intervene but decide to let fate run its course, trusting that your natural human instincts would bring you together again. You bump into the blonde in the hallway, needing to go get ice to sit in it for an hour in the bathtub as some sort of therapy, which Tommy highly always made fun of you for. You apologize, the empty bin for ice in your hands.

"Ice?" He asks, then groans with a smile, "You seriously gonna sit in ice til we have to leave for the airport tomorrow morning?"

You shrug with a light smile, feeling your heart racing. You hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, drowning out his beautiful voice.

"Y/n? You okay?" He speaks, snapping you back to reality.

Without any thought behind it, you shoot your shot. "Do you wanna go on an actual date sometime?" You quickly speak, stumbling over your words.

His face quickly shifts to a smile, his smile lines showing themselves off. "Yeah! Wait, no, I mean like, "Yeah, sure," not like, "I'm so desperate, yeah-"

"Cool!" You quickly rush past him, your hands sweaty, your face flushing as you dart towards the ice machine.

He turns and watches you quickly speed walk away, his cheeks burning bright as he smiles, watching you walk away.

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Various x gn!reader

✧random headcanons w/ some of my favs (cause its my birthday.)

✧fluff, mild language & mention of alcohol

Rei (Layer) Wakana is such a sweetheart and is so easily embarrassed when it comes to romance. It's endearing just to see her blush when you offer her your hand or a flower.

Ran Mitake can't handle any of the playful teasing. Her face erupts with blush when you do playfully tease her and she's not sure how to act when you give her a kiss on her bright red cheeks.

Shuhei Hisagi has no clue how to react sometimes when you make those teasing comments towards him. They make his brain spiral and he can't help but get all red in the face. He doesn't realize that it's the reason why you do it in the first place.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has no clue what the meaning of your affection towards him is. It genuinely confuses him that he has this odd warm feeling inside of him whenever you jump and give him a hug or kiss whatever you might be able to reach. He's not sure if he likes the feeling or not.

Meguru Bachira always makes days fun when you're around. He can't help but just let loose around you and simply have fun! Doesn't matter what the two of you do, as long as you're both doing something together.

Yakumo Murai always gives you that goofy grin of his when he's about to ask you for something. Whether that be beer or just to come sit by him, you'll never know. It's a coin toss but he always makes sure it's worth your while by giving you a kiss afterwards.

Michizou Tachihara loves to come home after a stressful day and just falling into your arms. It calms him down and that's all he'd rather do. Being in your arms is the best place he could be.

Tecchou Suehiro is so sweet and even when you know his food combos are weird, he likes it when you try them sometimes. Even if they are the... less.. weird ones. He still appreciates that you don't just look at him weirdly when he eats them.

Kazuha Kaedehara is so gentle and caring with you. He's always there to be a gentleman to you. Taking your hand in his to kiss the top of it, saying loving words to you, or even just simply walking along side you.

Xiao, even when he says he doesn't want to be around mortals, he can't help but be drawn to you. He'll always check in on you whenever possible, just to make sure you're safe. Since you are a mortal after all, that's all there is to it, right?

Cyno, god, he loves it when you laugh along with him at something stupid. It doesn't even have to be at one of his jokes, he just likes that you have a sense of humor that he can work with when he does make jokes.

Mona can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you care for her. She gets embarrassed and denies it but, she loves it when you buy her something more than a salad to eat to make sure she's eating enough or when you give her affection without her having to ask for it.

Jing Yuan gets a lazy smile when he sees you walk into his office. His day just gets better when he sees you and although he may not get as much work as Fu Xuan would like him to when you're around, he doesn't particularly mind putting it off till later.

Ichika Hoshino enjoys watching the stars with you. Going to a hill where you can see stars clearly is her favorite kind of night you both could be having. It's so peaceful and she gets to spend it with her favorite person.

Akito Shinonome rolls his eyes at romance till you came along. Something about you just struck his heart and now he can't keep you out of it. He hates that he can't but he comes to terms with it little by little every time he sees you.

An Shiraishi loves to go to karaoke with you. Whether it's just you or with the rest of VBS, she loves it so much. It's always a blast and you both end up smiling when you do leave the place.

Chifuyu Matsuno can't help but think about how you might react if he were to try those cliche shoujo manga things on you. He knows it'd be embarrassing and so he never truly attempts it. Sometimes he really thinks about it though and backs out at the last moment.

Shinichiro Sano likes it when you help him. Doesn't matter how or how much you're doing or not doing, he appreciates when you help and he can't help but feel happy inside that you're showing interest in helping.

Tsuchigomori likes his alone time. Especially when it's with you. When he gets to sit and read a good book with you beside him, it's where he's most content.

Gen Narumi is the most clingy man you'll ever know. You can't seem to keep him away from you and you're not sure if you should be flattered or not that he's chosen you.

Nazuna Nanakusa can't even talk about love! She kisses you and then immediately gets red. It's those bursts of confidence that she has then they go away right after she tries to use that confidence to make a 'romantic move' on you.

Alma is such a sweetheart. He's so wholesome that you can't ever say no to him with his adorable face. Yes, he can handle himself in a fight when needed but he's just so adorable when he's having fun!

Uda is like your housewife. But he's not. He's a great lover and honestly you can't ask for more from him. Such a caring guy and he always takes care of you, even if you're sick! <3

Masato Kageura hasn't really done any sort of 'love' related thing. Yeah, he loves his family but that's different. He's not even sure how to express his love for you other than rough and random words that he feels like saying in the moment.

Reiji Amamiya... The guy is an annoying bastard to say the least. He'll tease the life out of you all while still somehow assuring you inside that he does in fact love you a lot.

Yuen is such a hard guy to get along with it yet, you and Mei-Mei do it easily. He cares about the both of you, no matter if you are a human or alien. You are precious to him and nobody can tell him otherwise.

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