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rin itoshi only favoured a few things in his life. that is; football and being the best. he never fancied studying or being popular. not to say that he wasn't either of those things! some might say he was quite the opposite. even with all the effort he put into being the best striker, he still found time to study and take notes and go to class. he wasn't a loner either. he was actually quite well known around campus for how skilled he was with a ball and his striking good looks. yup! stoic front and all, rin was the talk of the campus and piles of love letters formed hills and mountains in his locker and confessions rolled off the tongues of passersby. not that he cared for that, anyway.

he cared for football, being the best, and one more thing. something that he'd never verbally confess but when he wasn't training profusely or studying his hardest for an upcoming exam, he allowed his mind to wander to you and what you were doing. if you were studying as well or if you had your nose deep in this week's novel. he sometimes wondered if you somehow thought about him too, as silly as the thought was to him. he could feel his heart run laps in his chest when you'd walk past him in the hallways or how the hairs that ran along his forearms would raise when he heard you smoothly ask a question during classes. 

sometimes, if his teammates were lucky, rin would ask them what they thought of you but their answers were all unsatisfactory to him. "y/n? she's pretty cute." some would say. or "yeah, she's nice, why?" he never understood how you could be "just nice" to anyone when to him, your beauty exceeded his understanding. not just your physical beauty, but the way you treated others. how you'd offer to help teachers who struggled to carry various school equipment or how you'd tutor the other jocks at school. it all forced him to admire you more. that's what he referred to it as, anyway. that squeeze that he'd feel in his chest when he saw you speaking so comfortably with your other classmates or how upset he'd feel when he overheard you speaking to your friends about the date you went on last Friday (they never ended well) were all labelled as pure admiration. 

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• Will wake you up to bounce ideas off of you. Doesn’t even care if you give him feedback - he just wants to yap about his thought process.

• doesn’t cook often but is surprisingly good at it. That is… when he’s not too lost in thought… good thing he keeps a fire extinguisher in the kitchen…

• he doesn’t sleep very often, but once the sleep deprivation starts getting to him, he can get a bit clingy. He needs convincing to slow down and get some rest, but cuddles are a good method.

• likes to closely observe you, taking in all your details. He knows every intricacy of your being. He always notices instantly if anything has changed.

• likes to play games of luck with you, since strategy games against him are pretty much useless and he knows this.

• a sore loser. Pretends to pout to make you feel sorry for him. He’s childish and he knows it. Then again, the pouting usually ends up in him getting a forehead kiss, so… maybe he’s onto something…

• Again, will wake you up at stupid hours of the night just to have your company. somehow he finds his way into your room even when you lock the door… but of course, he’d stop if you asked him to.

• can occasionally be found in a dark room with headphones on blaring the loudest most chaotic noise possible. Also likes 2000s scene pop.

• if not the chaos music, he is also fond of ocean sounds… that is, until he gets so absorbed in it that he feels like he’s drowning and freaks himself out…

• likes puzzle games like sudoku or crosswords. He frequently sends you his latest records and challenges you to beat his scores

• goes through your spam emails and cleans it out for you.

• yes, he will buy you pads/tampons if needed. He doesn’t see what the fuss about it is.

• seems a bit distant, but you better believe he gets secretly anxious about you. When you’re out late, when you’re sick, when he doesn’t know where you are, if youve been sleeping or eating properly… it’s not that he’s a control freak, he’s just overly concerned for your well-being.

• is either calm and collected or acting as if somebody is dying. There is no in between.

• too much caffeine knocks him out.

• Enjoys flustering you on purpose, finding it cute when you get slightly embarrassed. Only about trivial things, though.

• is a good listener. He adores hearing you talk, and all the things you could possibly say. Be ready, though, sometimes he asks a lot of questions.

• the type of guy to actually stop tickling you when you say stop.

• watches tv with you but ALWAYS falls asleep halfway through. He’s basically never made it through a movie without falling asleep. Though, it’s usually only for a few minutes. He pretends he didn’t.

• his ears get red when hes embarrassed.

• is always hungry. Will 100% be a snack buddy at any time you want, just say the word.

• doesn’t understand insecurities you have and actually is surprisingly uplifting when you’re upset.

• he likes to buy you stuff to spoil you.

• gets irritated when you spend your money on useless stuff. “You coulda just asked me, Yknow…” // doesn’t pay you back when you go off by yourself.

• holds things over your head in a teasing sort of way.

• laughs around you

• enjoys resting his head in your lap.

• he once claimed to be allergic to dogs just to avoid going to your friends house with you. Lies.

• Shares his sweets with you, but he gets another dish for you, not really liking to share the same dishes/utensils.

• if you meet eyes from opposite sides of the room, he will wink at you. Every time. It’s a bit funny. Sometimes he ends up making himself laugh doing this.

• sometimes when he thinks no one is watching, he will be muttering to himself until he makes himself laugh.

• can’t stand getting a stomachache. He is such a baby deep down. In fact, nobody knew this about him until there was you.

• plays minecraft with you. Sucks at survival mode for some reason. Immediately built a castle out of pink wool after discovering pink sheep exist.

• is very grateful that you put up with his quirks. He knows he can be hard to deal with. He apologizes a lot.

• Goes on park dates with you. Mostly enjoys messing with the ducks. Does not enjoy getting chased by the geese.

• hides behind you when he sees a bee.

• his hands are very soft and gentle. He has the softest most careful touch of anyone you’ve ever known.

• uses a disproportionate amount of emojis. He only uses them when messaging you, though.

• play fights you when things get too quiet.

• Unexpectedly very emotionally available.

• doesn’t really like pet names, but sometimes calls you buttercup.

tumblr girl. boyfriend! Sukuna x fem! black reader

synopsis: your bf fuck you on the couch.

warning: NSFW (MDNI), dirty names, creampie, quick foreplay, a little rough, fingering, creampie, think it’s all (emphasis on black reader but accessible for everyone!) /!\ old work and not proofread so if there are errors srry not srry.

words: 1696.

You’re lying on the couch, on your stomach, your phone in your hands as you scroll through Tumblr. Fanart of your favorite characters parades before your eyes, some so sexy and captivating that they make you smile. But, let’s be honest, none of them match your boyfriend, Sukuna.

Sure, he was a self-important jerk most of the time, but he had this tender and caring side that only you knew. He took care of you when you weren’t feeling well, with such gentle gestures and a look so protective that he made you forget all his annoying habits. Sukuna could be adorable… but only to you.

As your mind wanders, Sukuna comes out of the bathroom, shuffling his feet to the living room. A simple towel is tied around his hips, revealing his muscular torso, while his still wet hair falls messily over his face.

His gaze falls on you, lying on the couch. He could have said that he found you beautiful, with your freshly done braids framing your face, or the softness of your features shining under the dim light. But instead, he prefers to admire your big black ass barely covered by your little red shorts.

He gets all excited and feels his cock rise against the fabric of the towel. Shit, just seeing you like that is enough to make him hard. He moves closer to you and decides to slap your ass. You moan in surprise and pleasure.

"Sukuna..?", you turn around to put yourself on your back and your elbows but he gets between your legs quickly. He places his hands on your waist and carries you as if you weighed a feather then puts you on him.

"Fucking slut.. does it turn you on to dress like this to turn me on?", he looks into your eyes excitedly and his gaze drops to your big full breasts stuck in your little black tank top. You feel his cock throbbing against you.

"I didn't dress like this to-", he spanks your ass and forces you to look at him. "Are you sure baby? You shouldn't lie to me.", his voice becomes deep and low. You start to get wet, he's so sexy when he's turned on like this.

"I-... sorry." You look at his dick and put your hand on it. "How can I make up for it?" , you go up to his ear and you’re whispering sensually. You hear a slight grunt in his throat. "You’re such a slut."

He takes your hand and takes both of your wrists and places them behind your back." Do you really think I’m going to let you touch my cock so easily, honey?" he smiles viciously. He puts two fingers in front of your mouth. Open up baby." You open up straight away and suck those fingers and drool on them.

After he is satisfied, do not even take the time to remove your short and your panties that he pulls them on the side to reveal your little pussy wet that throbbing just thinking of the way he will fuck you. He smiles viciously and kisses you brutally.

"Are you already excited about me fucking you?", you whisper a weak ‘yes’ and look at him impactingly. He looks at you and pushes one of his thick and long fingers into your tight and wet little hole. His finger gets swallowed by your hungry walls.

He pulls you towards him and kisses you roughly as he slides a second finger in and pushes it deeper into you. You moan, your lips parting beneath his. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around him to pull him closer to you.

"Suku- sukuna mmhf…", you moan as you feel his fingers spread your wet walls and then suddenly he pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth. "You taste so good princess. I want to fuck you now." His eyes darken with desire.

"Please baby..", you whisper and look at him so excited. Shit, how could he hold back when you look at him like that, drunk on him when he just fucked you with his fingers. So what would it be like with his cock?

He releases your wrists and places his thumb on your needy clit and like little circles on it, enough to make you arch and moan. Then he pins you down and lies on top of you. You watch his cock hard against the towel that is soon to come undone.

“See how fucking hard you make me?” His voice is deep and low, husky with the desire to possess you. He looks at you and a small smile forms on his face. You’re so sexy and cute. You’ll be his downfall.

His hands remove your tank top and your full breasts come into contact with the slightly cold air of the room. Your black nipples harden immediately, they are so appetizing but now he just wants to fuck you.

Sukuna removes his towel completely and throws it into the room. His big horny cock finds place on your soaking wet pussy and stomach. His dick is so thick and long that during your first time you thought you were going to die.

"You want this dick baby?"

You nod, unable to answer. You want him inside you so bad. He smiles even more in satisfaction and a low laugh escapes. He could go crazy because of you. "Use your words babe.. do that or I won't fuck you. That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

His gaze is stern and serious but you know he won't be able to pull back from fucking you. But you prefer to play along. "I want your dick so bad.. suku please??" Your tone is almost tearful and preachy. How can he resist you when you're like this?

“Good girl.” He leans down and kisses you roughly. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and dances with yours. You feel his cock rubbing against your wet folds. You can’t help but throb in anticipation. He pulls away from your lips and stands up.

He spits on his hand then goes back and forth on it to lubricate it. The tip of his length rubs and voluntarily tickles your little swollen clitoris which makes you moan then a semi-hard slap smacks your pussy which makes you scream in surprise.

“Suku-!” Small tears run down your cheeks. You feel his thick mouthful entering your velvety walls. Low grunts escape Sukuna’s throat. The feeling of your tight pussy is heaven to him.

"Fuck baby… your pussy is the heaven." His cock slides even deeper into you. You moan his name and incoherent things, the feeling is bliss. The tip of his dick hits your cervix making you whimper.

“You’re too deep..-” your words jumbled together, you already didn’t know where to turn. You got cock drunk so soon? He didn’t even start. “I.. Ican’t- can’t take it!” A small laugh escaped Sukuna’s lips. How ridiculous.

"Every time I fucked you you took my dick like a good girl, you took it, didn't you? Don't disappoint me baby-." He doesn't move while you get used to it and slides his hand over your warm skin to your chest. His fingers start to play with one of your sensitive nipples.

Small moans come out of your mouth. It feels so good. You lift your arms to put them on Sukuna's shoulders and pull him towards you. "You can move ‘kuna." He smiles then kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and starting to move.

"Feeling good baby?" You don't even have time to answer that he places his hands on your hips and begins to thrust deep into you. Your eyes roll back on themselves and your nails dig into Sukuna's skin.

Your pussy tightens instinctively as his cock hits your cervix. One of his hands slides into your hair and pulls it back to kiss you full on the mouth, making you suffocate.

His other hand moves to your swollen little clit. His thumb teases your sensitive bud and presses on it making you moan and your back arch. Your legs shake under Sukuna's intensity. He's fast, rough and goes so deep inside you.

"You take me so fucking well, doll... you just wanted attention earlier when you said you couldn't take it, huh?" You shake your head, you meant it. He's so big sometimes- He laughs and smiles at you. "What should I do with you?"

"Kuna-" you moan and wrap your legs around his thick waist. He moves even closer to you and kisses from your ear to your collarbone. His hands cup your legs and place them on his broad shoulders.

His movements become more significant and deeper, making you lose your mind. Small tears leak from the stimulation. The couch begins to creak under his harsh blows.

"Sukuna, you’ree going to break the couuuch!" He doesn't answer and continues. He goes back to playing with your sensitive clit and spits on it. Fingers slip into your mouth and fuck your hot, wet mouth with them. All your holes are filled with Sukuna.

…

You're almost on the verge of cumming with Sukuna. Your pussy is getting tighter and tighter, throbbing even more. Sukuna's movements are becoming erratic; he's about to cum too. The couch creaks even more beneath you.

"I should break this couch once and for all." He sneers, saying this more to himself than to you. Your legs tremble on his large shoulders and your toes curl in on themselves.

"M’gonna cum!" You moan and scream his name. You're so close. You feel his veiny cock pulsing and pushing into you. The wet sounds of your squirting and his cream turn him on even more. It's so pretty to see.

"Cum for me babe." You cum and moan his name and Sukuna unloads his creamy load inside you and whispers your name like a prayer.

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synopsis: you have insecurities and your loving boyfriend comforts you

character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, Choso Kamo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Yuji Itadori x reader. (fem!)

warning: complex about weight, face, stretch marks, pimples, ass, boobs, nose, thighs and too much love! (rare mention of Y/N)

words: 4550.

Kento N.

You stand in front of the mirror in your and Kento’s bedroom, staring at your reflection with a disgusted look. Your eyes linger on the curves of your body, scrutinizing every detail, hoping that something can change. You run a hand over your stomach, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “If only I were thinner…” you think, a feeling of frustration rising in you, tears threatening to fall.

The bedroom door opens slowly. Kento enters, a small smile on his lips, but he stops as soon as he sees your expression. He knows you by heart, and he immediately senses that something is wrong. Slowly, he approaches you, his gaze filled with softness, as if he wants to wrap you in a cocoon of comfort.

“You know that you are beautiful, right?” he says, his voice low, full of tenderness, but also of certainty.

You turn your head slightly, surprised to see him. His eyes stare at you with such sincerity, but your heart remains heavy. “You don’t understand, Kento. I… I feel… so bad. I can’t get rid of this. I hate my body.” Your voice trembles, marked by uncertainty and sadness.

He moves closer, and without a word, he stands behind you. His hands gently rest on your stomach, and he looks at you through the mirror, his gaze filled with love and understanding. He gently caresses your skin, as if to soothe your anxieties.

“I love you just the way you are,” he whispers, his voice soft, but firm. “No matter the curves, no matter the weight. What matters is you, the soul that hides behind this body.”

The tears threatening to fall stop for a moment, your eyes filling with tears of gratitude. His words, his gestures, everything about him surrounds you with infinite tenderness. You lower your eyes, drowning in his words.

Kento turns you around and gently takes your chin to force you to look him in the eyes. His gaze is so intense, so gentle, that you feel instantly soothed. His eyes shine with love, and you could melt in his gaze like butter.

“You are perfect for me,” he says, his voice resonating in your heart. “You don’t need to look like any standard to be beautiful. Beauty lies in what you really are.”

A small shy smile appears on your lips, a slight weight leaving your heart. Even if your complexes were not going to disappear overnight, Kento gave you the strength to face them. He gave you the strength to be yourself, fully, without needing to change anything.

“Thank you, Kento,” you whisper, your eyes shining with gratitude. “You’re right. It’s time I started accepting myself as I am.”

He smiles, a tender smile that melts your heart, and without another word, he gently embraces you. His muscular arms close around you with infinite tenderness, holding you against him, protecting you, offering you all his love. Then he kisses you, a soft kiss, full of promises and sweetness.

“And I will always be there to remind you how incredible you are,” he murmurs against your lips, before holding you even closer to him. His arms give you a feeling of absolute safety, as if nothing could ever harm you.

In his arms, you feel both strong and vulnerable, but above all, you feel loved. And with him, you know that you will eventually learn to accept yourself as you are.

Gojo S.

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, arms crossed around your chest as if to hide from your own judgment. A sigh escapes your lips, heavy and laden with an old insecurity that refuses to leave you. You put on a tight black dress, bought on impulse, encouraged by your friends. But now, alone under your sad gaze, you wonder if you didn't make a mistake.

A light knock hits the door, making you jump.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Satoru Gojo's amused voice echoes from the other side. "You left to get ready ages ago. If you wanted to make me impatient, you succeeded. I already miss you, you know."

You bite your lip. Of course, he's joking, as always. But just the idea that he could look at you and... notice, paralyzes you. “I… I’m coming, give me a second,” you answer in a shaky voice that you hoped would be firm.

A moment of silence falls before you hear the creak of the door opening slowly. “Can I come in? I promise, I’ll close my eyes,” he says, although you know full well that he hasn’t. You know him well, too well.

“No, stay outside!” you protest, but it’s too late. He’s already slipped his head into the frame, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. Normally, he would melt you but he makes you uncomfortable at this moment.

“Well, good evening, beautiful…” he says, his blue eyes shining with tenderness behind his glasses. However, his smile fades slightly when he notices your discomfort.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asks, this time without any hint of mockery. He opens the door a little wider and enters, leaning against the wall.

You look away, nervously playing with your fingers. “It’s… that dress. I shouldn’t wear it. It doesn’t fit me.”

He frowns, clearly puzzled. “Why do you say that? It fits you perfectly. You look beautiful, babe.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you whisper. “She.. she.. nothing, forget it. I’m going to change.”

He tilts his head slightly, curious. “No no no. Tell me what’s wrong. You know I don’t like it when you do.” You gesture vaguely to your chest, feeling your cheeks burn. “I.. that. They’re… too small. It looks ridiculous in a dress like that.”

A silence follows your words, but it’s not awkward. It’s more of a suspended moment, where Satoru looks at you with this disarming intensity that makes your heart beat faster. Then, he bursts out laughing.

“Are you serious? Y/N, are you telling me that you’re worried about this?” You glare at him. “Stop laughing, Satoru, I’m serious!”

He raises his hands in surrender, although an amused smile still dances on his lips. “Okay, sorry. But… you have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

You narrow your eyes, unconvinced. “Gojo…”

“No, listen to me.” This time, his tone is more serious. “You know what I see when I look at you? I see a confident, funny, intelligent, and yes sexy woman. I think you’re perfect even if you have small breasts like you’re implying.”

Your cheeks heat up under the intensity of his gaze, and you lower your eyes, embarrassed. “You say that to reassure me.” He approaches slowly, placing his hands on your shoulders. “No, I say that because it’s true.”

His fingers slide up to your chin to gently lift your face. His blue eyes, as captivating as a cloudless sky, are fixed on yours. “You’re so beautiful. If anyone thinks otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me. But honestly, who would dare criticize a queen? My queen? Mine.” He smiles softly and laughs lightly.

A laugh escapes you in spite of yourself, and you shake your head. “You’re so.. I don’t know actually.”

“Are you losing your words, baby?” You roll your eyes, but a shy smile lights up your face. “Maybe yes but thank you, Gojo.”

“You’re welcome. Now, stop hiding. This dress is beautiful, and you, even more so. Come on, come on.”

He holds out his hand to you, his smile bright as always, but this time, there seems to be a silent promise in his gestures: that of seeing you as he sees you, today and always.

Geto S.

The soft light of the late afternoon sun gently seeps into your apartment, wrapping every corner in a comforting warmth. You’re sitting down, your phone in your hands. Your gaze lingers on the photos scrolling past, perfect faces, fine noses, so harmonious. With every comparison, your heart tightens a little more.

In the kitchen, Geto is cooking quietly, preparing dinner. But even as he focuses on his task, he can’t ignore your unusual silence or the subtle sadness that seems to hover around you.

He sets down the knife he’s holding and approaches you. In a few steps, he’s in front of you, crouching to catch your gaze.

“Hey, you okay, baby?” he murmurs softly.

You startle slightly, surprised, before placing your phone face down on the coffee table. “Yeah… I’m fine,” you reply, but your voice utterly lacks conviction.

He tilts his head to the side, a small smirk on his lips. “You know I’m not going to believe that, right?” You look away, a sigh escaping your lips. “It’s nothing, Geto. Just… a stupid thing.”

“Nothing that bothers you is stupid,” he replies, sitting down beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you close and smiling at you. “Come on, tell me.”

You hesitate, nervously fidgeting with a crease in your pants. Finally, you murmur, “My nose.”

He blinks, surprised. “Your nose?”

“Yes, my nose,” you repeat, your voice trembling. “It’s too big, too… weird. Sometimes I feel like it’s all people notice. I feel like it ruins my face…”

A silence settles, but it’s not heavy. Geto looks at you with infinite tenderness, his fingers slipping into your hair to comfort you.

“Do you want to know what I think when I look at your nose?” he murmurs at last. You nod slightly, unable to meet his eyes.

“I think he’s perfect. Because it’s yours.” Your eyes timidly rise to meet his, your cheeks burning under the intensity of his gaze.

“Listen to me,” he continues. “I’m not going to tell you that you shouldn’t feel that way, because it’s normal to have doubts. But I want you to understand something: your nose is part of what makes you unique. It gives character to your face, and it’s that face that I love, more and more every single day.”

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, so soft that your eyes instinctively close.

“And you know what else?” he adds with a playful smile. “This nose, I find it so adorable that I could spend my whole life kissing it.”

“Stop,” you protest with a quiet laugh, your cheeks now on fire. “No,” he retorts, placing another kiss, then another, until you burst out laughing. “I’m dead serious.”

You snuggle into him, burying your face in his neck to hide your smile. “You’re insufferable, Geto.”

“Maybe. But for you, I’ll happily stay insufferable,” he replies, gently running his fingers through your hair. “Because I love you. All of you. And your nose, my dear, is part of the package.”

A sigh escapes you, but this time it’s one of relief. His words settle in your heart, dispelling your insecurities like clouds under the sun.

“Thank you,” you murmur against his skin, your voice trembling with emotion.

“You’re welcome,” he whispers, his warm breath brushing your ear. “But remember, I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.”

And in his arms, cradled by the golden evening light and his reassuring words, you feel your insecurity fade away. In that moment, you realize that in his eyes, you are already perfect. In your own way.

Toji F.

The morning light gently bathes the room, making the atmosphere peaceful. You stand in front of the mirror, dressed in your favorite shorts and a loose tank top. You turn slightly, pulling on the fabric to examine your reflection from different angles. But with each glance, the same thought comes back to you: “My ass is not enough.”

You lightly pinch the skin of your hips, hoping to see something change. But nothing satisfies you. For a few days, this complex has been haunting you, and today, it’s even heavier.

The door opens abruptly, revealing Toji, shirtless, in jogging pants, a lazy and amused smile hanging on his lips. He holds a cup of coffee that he places on the dresser before leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe.

“So, what’s this scene? Are you casting for a fashion show or something?” he jokes, his tone mocking but tender.

You roll your eyes, sighing. “Toji, not now.” Intrigued, he enters the room, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He walks over and stands behind you, his hands naturally coming to rest on your hips.

“Come on, tell me. You have that ‘I’m worrying too much about nothing’ face.”

You hesitate, biting your lip. Finally, reluctantly, you blurt out, “I think… my ass isn’t great.”

He stays silent, as if he needs a moment to digest your words. Then, a deep, low laugh echoes through the room. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his amused smile reflected in the mirror.

“Your ass? Seriously? Is that what you’re complaining about?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Yeah, my ass. I think it’s too flat.” Not round enough, not… attractive enough.”

Toji arches an eyebrow, letting his large hands slide from your hips to your buttocks, grabbing them without any embarrassment. He pretends to think, lightly pressing the flesh with his thumbs. “Hmm… I would say that you are completely off the mark.”

You turn your head slightly to give him a skeptical look. “Toji, be serious.”

He leans forward a little, and his voice becomes softer, although a smile persists on his lips. “I am serious. Your ass is perfect. Like, really perfect. Not too much, not too little. Just the way I like it. And believe me, I know what I am talking about.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, even if you can’t help but sigh. He is unbearable, but you know that he is always honest.

He straightens up slightly, pats your behind with a familiar and slightly redneck gesture, but strangely reassuring. “Listen, you don’t need an Insta-model ass to please me. You’re you, and I’m totally fine with that.”

He spins you around so you’re facing him, his big hands still on your hips. “Seriously, if anyone tells you your ass isn’t good enough, tell me who it is. I could do the opposite to him or her.”

You burst out laughing despite yourself, shaking your head. “Toji, you’re really annoying.”

“Maybe. But I’m your annoying boyfriend, and your ass is part of the reason I’m here,” he replies with a proud smile. He places a quick kiss on your forehead before walking away to grab his coffee cup.

As he leaves the room, he calls over his shoulder, “And next time you’re in doubt, remember that this is the ass approved by Toji, your wonderful boyfriend. And that’s the best seal of quality.”

You stand there for a moment, an involuntary smile tugging at your lips. Turning back to the mirror, your gaze softens. Maybe he’s right. After all, if Toji, in all his brutal honesty, thinks it’s perfect… maybe you can start to believe him.

Sukuna R.

Sitting in front of your dressing table mirror, a sigh escapes your lips. The dim light in the room seems to amplify everything you hate about your reflection. Your fingers trace a faint scar on your cheek, an indelible reminder of a moment you’d rather forget. You lower your head, biting your bottom lip to hold back the wave of sadness rising within you. The mirror, once again tonight, is your judge, and you feel condemned.

A deep, mocking voice breaks the silence: “Are you going to keep sulking, or do you want me to smash that thing for you?”

Startled, you quickly lift your head. Your eyes meet Sukuna’s piercing gaze as he leans against the doorframe. His arms are crossed, and his teasing smirk makes it clear he’s enjoying your unease.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to hide your discomfort.

“Me? I was waiting for you, but apparently, this mirror is more interesting than me,” he replies, stepping forward slowly, his imposing presence filling the room.

“It’s not that,” you murmur, averting your gaze. “I… I was just thinking.”

Sukuna stops behind you, leaning slightly to observe your reflection in the mirror. “Sure… You really think I’ll believe that? You look like you’re ready to fight yourself.”

You remain silent, your hands gripping the edge of the mirror. You know he won’t let it go. “I just feel… not good enough,” you finally admit, your voice barely audible.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, his expression hovering between annoyance and curiosity. His large hands settle on your shoulders, their warmth oddly reassuring despite his firm grip.

“Not good enough for what?” he asks, his tone calm but still sharp.

“For everything,” you finally exhale, your breath trembling. “All I see are the imperfections… the scars, the flaws… and I can’t figure out what you see in me.”

A heavy but not uncomfortable silence falls. Sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, letting your words linger in the air. Then, slowly, he leans down until his face is level with yours. Your eyes meet his in the mirror.

“Do you want to know what I see?” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “I see someone strong enough to catch the attention of a king like me. Someone who didn’t run away from my worst sides. Those scars you hate? They’re proof you survived. Those ‘flaws’? They make you real. Unique.”

His fingers gently brush your cheek, tracing the faint scar you were staring at just moments ago. “You think I care about a perfect face? I could have a thousand perfect faces if I wanted. But you, you’re so much more than what you see in this damn mirror.”

Your throat tightens, your eyes burning with emotion. You’re not used to this kind of honesty from him. You turn slightly to look at him, finally letting your guard down.

“You’re rarely this kind, Sukuna. I could get used to it,” you say with a small smile, your voice a little lighter.

“Enjoy it. It doesn’t happen every day,” he replies with a toothy grin, though a soft glimmer lingers in his crimson eyes. “But listen to me: I won’t let anyone, not even you, put down the woman who shares my life. If you start criticizing yourself again, I swear I’ll smash that mirror.”

A light, genuine laugh escapes you. “I believe you would.”

“Of course I would,” he says, standing up straight, his usual arrogance returning. “Now stop wasting your time here. You’re way too beautiful to be sitting in front of a mirror.”

You nod, a comforting warmth replacing the weight you carried just moments ago. Sukuna, in all his bluntness and intensity, had just given you one of the most precious moments you’d ever experienced.

You take his outstretched hand, rising to follow him. Behind you, the mirror reflects the faint smile on your face, and for the first time in a long time, you find it almost beautiful.

Choso K.

The TV is playing a movie in the background, but you’re not really following the story. Slumped on the couch, in shorts and Choso’s t-shirt, you can’t focus on anything other than your thoughts. Choso, calm and relaxed, sits next to you, his arm casually resting on the back of the couch. His presence is soothing, as always, but tonight, you feel too lost in your own thoughts.

You look down at your thighs, slightly exposed by the shorts you’re wearing. They feel wide, too wide, for your taste. A wave of dissatisfaction rises in you, and you adjust your shorts to cover your thighs a little more.

“You’ve been doing this since earlier.” Choso’s soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He has turned his head towards you, his deep eyes fixed on you with a usual tenderness.

“Do what?” you ask, even though you know very well what he’s talking about. “Pull on your shorts.” Hide your thighs.” He tilts his head slightly, as if to study you more closely. “What’s wrong?”

You look away, embarrassed. “Nothing. It’s… It’s stupid.”

He shifts slightly, moving closer to you, and places a gentle hand on your thigh, just enough for you to feel its warmth. “If it bothers you, then it’s not stupid. Tell me.”

You sigh, hesitating for a moment before blurting it out. “My thighs. I find them… too big. They make me self-conscious. I know, it’s ridiculous, but I don’t like them right now...”

Choso looks at you for a moment in silence, and you worry that he’ll find your confession absurd. But instead, he slowly slides his hand over your thigh, in a reassuring gesture, and murmurs softly, “They’re perfect.”

You raise an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Perfect? ​​You’re exaggerating.”

He shakes his head, a genuine smile on his lips. “I’m serious. You know, what I like about you is that everything about you seems… real. They’re not ‘too’ big. They’re exactly how they’re supposed to be.”

You blush, touched by his sincerity. “You’re just saying that to please me.”

He lifts his hand to gently brush your face, his gaze fixed on yours. “No, I say that because it’s true. Every time I see you, everything about you seems beautiful. And your thighs?” He pats one of them gently, his smile widening slightly. “They’re the most comfortable place in the world. Do you realize how many times I rest my head on them when we watch a movie?”

You burst out laughing despite yourself, unable to keep a straight face in the face of his soft but teasing tone. “You’re so cute, you know that?”

He shrugs. “If it makes you smile, then that’s fine with me.” Then he gently pulls you against him, wrapping you in a warm and secure embrace. “Stop hurting yourself with thoughts like that. You’re beautiful, always. You’re my wonderful girlfriend.”

You snuggle against him, a peaceful smile on your lips. With Choso, your complex seems less heavy, as if it fades under his sincere love. You love him so much.

Megumi F.

The morning dawned with an almost surreal softness. You stretched under the covers, then went to the bathroom to start your daily routine. But that morning, a small big detail made you jump.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, and your heart grew heavy when you saw several pimples on your face. You bit your lip, annoyed, knowing full well that it would tarnish your mood during the day.

You gently rubbed the skin on your face, trying not to let frustration take over. This kind of morning, you were tired of seeing them appear without warning. With a sigh, you quickly got dressed and left the bathroom. You didn't really want to face Megumi in this state.

You entered the kitchen, where he was already making coffee, as usual. Megumi looked up at you, a calm but attentive gaze that never failed to make you feel special. But that morning, you didn’t feel like you were up to that gaze.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Megumi said, without even needing to look at you completely, as if he knew exactly what was going on in your head. He knows you so well that it’s scary. His voice, soft but marked by a sincerity that he knew how to bring out well.

You looked down, embarrassed. “But look… at my pimples. They’re everywhere. It’s really ugly, don’t you think?”

Megumi looked at you and approached you. His hands, large but infinitely soft, delicately lifted your chin to force you to look at him. His face remained implacable, but his eyes were full of kindness.

“Do you really think it bothers me?” he asked, his voice cold but looking genuinely interested. “Imperfections are human. What matters is how you feel about yourself.”

You shrugged, your gaze avoiding Megumi’s. You couldn’t understand why these little imperfections made you feel so vulnerable. “I know,” you murmured, “but sometimes, I can’t accept it. And you deserve better than a girlfriend with pimples on her face.”

Megumi stared at you for a long time, then he gave a small smile, softer than anything you had ever seen from him. He took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“I’m with you for you, Y/N. Not for your perfect face, but for your heart and soul. And you know that very well. So, don’t worry about it. These little pimples don’t change anything for me.”

You felt a soft warmth spread through you, and a huge weight lift from your shoulders. Megumi, even with his cold nature, always knew exactly how to comfort you.

“Thank you, Megumi,” you said, a shy smile playing on your lips. He gently pulled you towards him, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Always. I’ll remind you every morning, I’ll make it part of my routine.” You chuckled and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, realizing that no matter the imperfections, you had found someone who accepted you as you were, without judgment. You felt completely at peace with yourself.

“Come on. Let’s have breakfast.”

Megumi said, his voice still soft but firm, and he guided you to the table, ready to share a simple breakfast. And this morning, the pimples were nothing more than an insignificant detail compared to the love you had for each other.

Yuji I.

You take one last look in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, your gaze lost on the small stretch marks that mark your skin. For some time, they have been bothering you, but today, it is as if they are more visible than usual. You hate them, these marks. They remind you of times when you felt less beautiful, less up to par.

Suddenly, you hear a noise behind you. Yuji, in an awkward but kind gesture, enters the room, not really realizing your concentration on your reflection. He approaches, his arms wide open, ready to give you a hug.

“Hey babe, why don’t you come give me a hug instead of staring at this mirror?” he says, his voice warm and playful.

You hesitate for a moment, shame pricking you a little. You turn your body slightly, trying to hide your belly.

Yuji, always so attentive when it comes to you, notices your gesture. He approaches slowly, and with his bright smile, he places his hands on your hips.

“You know that you are perfect as you are, right?” He looks at you tenderly. “You are beautiful, you amaze me every moment. And these stretch marks, they represent you. They make you even more you. You are even more magnificent with them so don’t doubt yourself anymore. Okay?”

He pauses then smiles widely, adds: “Besides, I am convinced that if you leave them, they will end up becoming works of art. A bit like me with my scars after all these battles.”

You can’t help but smile when you hear his contagious laughter. Yuji has this talent of transforming awkward moments into bursts of laughter and sincere affection. He hugs you, and you feel the warmth of his support, this security that he offers you without even thinking.

“I love you as you are, with or without stretch marks. They don’t change the beauty I see in you.”

You let yourself go in his arms, your heart soothed, and for once, you no longer worry about your stretch marks. He has this power to make your doubts disappear and make everything so simple.

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be rude. husband! Nanami Kento x chubby fem! reader.

synopsis: you want your husband to be rougher with you.

warning: NSFW (MDNI), rude, dom, dirty names, beg, creampie, sperm, breeding, eat pussy?, suck nipple, slap, fingering, spanking, one mention of y/n, think its all.

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Nanami loves you more than anything, there is no doubt about it. His gaze, so tender and filled with love every time he rests on you. His hands, which rest on you with a sweet possessiveness when there are people around. His lips which stretch into an irresistible smile every time your own smile lights up his face.

His way of kissing you is filled with kindness and sweetness, so much so that you melt every time. He is so protective and attentive in your intimate moments, almost like a guardian angel. But deep down, you wished that he would turn into a wild and merciless demon.

"Ken..", you get on top of him seeking his attention as he reads his book on the couch. "What babe?", he puts his book down and looks at you to understand what you want.

"I need you.", you whisper sensually in his ear and start to rub yourself against him in need. "Y/n.", he moans lightly and starts to kiss your exposed chest in your small tank top.

"Wait. I want you to be rough with me. Really. Please.", he lifts his head and looks at you surprised. "Seriously? You don’t like how I-", you immediately cut him off.

"No no! Not at all fair that I want you to be mean to me but if you don't like it I won't force you baby. I love how you fuck me never doubt it.", gives him a soft smile to reassure him. He believes you and doesn't doubt it remembering how you moan under him every time.

"I understand. Do you want me to be rough with you?", he takes your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes and his voice becomes mean, deeper than usual and almost cruel. "Yes ken-… please.", your trembling answer betrays your excitement in his voice.

His hand slowly slides over your waist before closing on one of your love wrists. He pinches you hard but not too much so as not to hurt you. The slight pain and pleasure, tears a moan from you.

He places his hands under your thighs and often lifts you from his thighs to carry you to the bedroom. "I know how quickly my girl makes a mess wherever she goes. I don't want you to dirty this expensive couch with your fluids.", you can only nod.

He puts you down abruptly but without hurting you on your big marital bed. He undresses you with his eyes. You can see his big cock growing through his simple jogging pants that he wears when he is at home. You like it when he wears them.

"Take off your clothes.", you comply and slowly remove your clothes under his excited gaze to provoke him. "Hurry up. You're becoming such a bad girl, honey.. I'm disappointed in you." (Obviously he doesn't think so) He looks at you mean and disappointed and goes to get something in his closet then comes back with a tie.

He moves closer to you and pins you against the bed. His hands search for your wrists to tie you up. He ties your wrists behind your back with his tie. Once done he removes your shorts and your soaked white panties and throws them into the room.

"Fuck baby you so wet at the thought of me being rough with you? I never knew you were such a slut.", his words only turn you on more. Every dirty word he says to you makes you wet.

Your needy throbbing pussy looks warm from the room and his intense gaze as he looks down at your soaking wet folds. All he wants is to eat you out and make you cum countless times on his tongue. His dick rises even higher at the thought.

He puts his hand on your waist and repositions you correctly and makes you spread your legs so that he can get between them. He looks at your big and thick thighs stained with stretch marks that make you even more beautiful according to him even if you don't like them.

He lays on his stomach and puts his hands on your thighs. He looks at your hot and wet pussy. Nanami can only think about how he would eat your pussy and make you cum as many times as you want because you deserve it.

Her little angel with perfect curves.

He remembers that he had to be rough with you. He gives a little slap to test on your clitoris swollen barely touched. You moan with pleasure and surprise. You didn't expect it but that doesn't stop you from begging for more.

"M- more ken.. please.", he looks up at you and smiles. "My little slut girl wants more? You think you deserve more?", you really think you do. You're still his wife. "Y- yes."

He chuckles and spits on your wet, throbbing folds for him. "Beg if you mean it," then you start begging him like he wanted. He bites the inside of your thighs as he listens to your wonderful pleas in his ears.

"Hum good girl.", he hits your clit again a little harder without abusing not wanting to hurt you. Your little pussy gets even wetter. "Ken… so go- good.", you let out a muffled cry and your voice slowly breaks.

He slaps your clit harder. You moan louder, your voice breaking into a cry of pleasure. "Ah, slut... you like this, don't you?", he whispers, his eyes shining with desire. He licks your soaking wet pussy and abuses you wanting to drink you in.

He starts eating you out, he loves your juices so much, he might get addicted. He moves his thumb over your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure. "Do you want my fingers baby?" he asks, his voice low and sexy. "Yes...please," I beg, my voice breathy. He smiles, his eyes glistening with desire.

He straightens up and directs those fingers in front of your mouth. "Open up," you comply and open wide and take those big thick fingers into your mouth. You suck them and coat them with drool. The wet noises from your mouth only excite him. He wants to fuck your hot little mouth with his big dick but that will be for later.

He pulls his soaking wet fingers out and starts teasing your entrance with his middle finger. "I'm starting to doubt... I don't think you deserve those thick fingers in your slutty pussy.", he looks at you and sees your frustrated expression, it makes him smile. "Please Ken... I deserve them.", you had tears in your eyes and were begging him.

“Hmm…” he thrusts a finger into you suddenly, taking your breath away. You moan from the sudden intrusion and pleasure. He gives you time to breathe then starts moving his finger and pushing it deeper into you.

"Your fucking pussy is swallowing me. She's so greedy like you aren't she?", he chuckles inwardly and looks at your hardened and abandoned nipples. He slides his hand to one of your sensitive nipples and pinches it. It was a painful but so pleasurable.

He watches your reactions and sees that you like it so he starts again. He puts his mouth on the other nipple even more sensitive and runs his tongue over it. At the same time, he adds another finger inside you and starts going back and forth deep inside you and spreading your spongy and tight walls.

He continues then decides to lightly bite your nipple and suck it and with your other free hand, he pinches you and plays with your nipple. You feel simulated everywhere and the vision of Nanami sucking your breast makes you moan even more. "Ken! Ken-.. I'm go- going to cum!..", small tears threaten to fall.

He removes his fingers from your pussy, his hand from your breast and his mouth from your breast coated with his drool. "Shit..", he straightens up and looks at your defeated expression and your light trembling body. He gives one last slap on your wet folds.

"I'm gonna breed that tight little pussy wet and needy with my cum.. that's what you want slut isn't it?", you can only nod. Your pussy is throbbing with anticipation, you want him to breed you.

"You're such a slut baby I didn't know you were like that.", he slowly undresses letting you admire his perfectly sculpted Greek God physique and his veins that only enhance it. How lucky you were to have such a handsome and sexy husband.

His big veiny dick is finally free from the tissues, throbbing and the precum leaking from his red tip made you want to get your face fucked but what you want now is his fucking cock inside you.

Your arms are starting to hurt and get tired but you can handle it. "Your arms hurt? Do you want me to untie you baby?", his voice was softer like he usually does when he's worried. "I can handle it.. just breed me Ken. I want your sperm inside me and filled with you.", when you talk to him like that he can't resist.

"Fuck you're gonna kill me.", he whispers low and turns you over onto your stomach. "Place yourself. Get comfortable.", replacing you properly so that you're comfortable and your ass is proudly displayed in front of your husband's cock that needs attention.

He stands behind you and takes your ass in hand and kneads it. He loves your ass fucking. He rubs his cock between the two cheeks of your buttocks and decides to spank you. You moan with happiness, he hasn't fucked you yet but you thought you saw the stars.

He rubs the tip of his dick over your swollen clit. He slaps you several more times. He watches your skin turn red from the slaps. He strokes your ass then enters your tight, soaking wet pussy. He almost never needed lube because you were so wet every time.

He gives you time to adjust to his size. The number of times you had him was uncountable but you never managed to adjust to his size quickly. After a while he started to move. You moan, your eyes closing in pleasure.

He keeps moving, his hip thrusts rhythmically getting harder and deeper. "I'm gonna fuck this little pussy.. I wanna fill you with my cum. You're my own little cum cave aren't you?", he moans low and keeps a flawless but incredibly good rhythm that makes you roll your eyes.

"Y- yes.. yes daddy I'm your cum cave..", you moan and without realizing it you called him daddy. His cock grows even more inside you. "Fucking girl. Do you want daddy to make you a mama?", his hand slides into your hair and pulls it back. Your head comes off the pillow and you nod, tears streaming down your face.

He continues to fuck you in a hard rhythm. Your tight, warm spongy walls are squeezing him. Your pussy was the dream, he's convinced you were made for him. He pulls your arms towards him making sure your back is against his chest and his other hand takes your jaw and kisses you.

He moves his hand to slide lower to your swollen clit and starts rubbing small circles on it. He places small kisses on your shoulder and bites it. He licks the bite and kisses it. He's so wild now. You like it so much.

Minutes later, back in the initial position, his rhythm becomes more messy but deeper. He was going to cum soon. You were going to cum soon too. You feel your walls and eyes flutter. "Daddy.. I'm gonna soon-…", he cuts you off and slaps your sensitive clit.

"You want to cum before daddy? Aren't you ashamed, dirty girl. You're becoming a bad girl.", you whine, you don't want to be a bad girl. You want to be good for him. "Sorry daddy I didn't want to. I want to be good..", you feel his hand on your breast and pinch your nipple.

"Good girl. Take my cum in that tight little hot pussy of mine.", he whispers in your ear and thrusts deep and hard. Drool runs down your chin, you moan, scream, cry. Shit, you’re an absolute but delicious mess to Nanami.

A few moments later you feel Nanami's cock throbbing then Nanami's hot ropes in your pussy which now belongs to him. You cum at the same time, letting yourself see the stars. He goes back and forth a few times then withdraws his soft dick soaked with your juices. His cum drips from your little hole and onto your trembling thighs. Fuck.

He never told you, but he's been wanting to fuck you like this for a while.

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Rainy Day

As the rain dropped from the sky in the quiet neighborhood, someone was not so quietly cursing themselves out. “Shit! I’m going to be late. My mom’s gonna kill me!” Running like a mad man down the street to her bus stop, cause only idiots run in the rain. To spare herself of the incoming incident she could have just walked. Or I dare say, get in trouble and have her phone taken away for the night. But no, she decided to test fate, as always, and risk running in the rain.

She would regret this decision

“Shouldn’t have stayed up all night watching YouTube. Just because there is like 10 MHA abridged’s, doesn’t mean you have to watch all 10 of them plus movies… I really don’t want my phone taken away.”

It was as if god(s), if any, heard her unserious plea. Because gosh be darned, she done this stick for 3 years now.

HOW THE FUCK WAS THIS THE FIRST TIME SHE TRIPPED!!! LIKE WAS THIS DIVINE LUCK OR WAS THE WORLD FUCKING WITH HER!!

Sticking the landing straight one her ass, letting her clothes get soaked to death, she sat there, stunned. As she was reeling from what one could call divine fuckery or karma, her day was about to get a whole lot worse.

Headlights dawned on her figure as she turned around. She couldn’t move, she was going to get hit. The bus couldn’t see her through the heavy rain and neither could her bus mates waiting not even a few steps away. She couldn’t move. She should be moving, she ain’t no horror movie cliche, she should be able to move. But it’s as if her whole body just gave in, like she wanted this. All she could think was of the end. That she would die to a school bus.

‘This is it. This is what kills me. Fucking school. I at least thought it was going to be me, or my mom, or hell, even a fiery blaze. Not a fucking school bus. I’m going to die. I never got to go to a convention by myself. I’ll never finish those fics I wanted to. I’ll never have a graduation or become 18 or vote or lose my virginity. Actually I can live without that last one. Oh my god, I never got to see my old friends, or finish SAO abridged… yeah the first one seemed more important. But what about my parents, my sister, my best friend? I just started caring about my life, I was going to live all my cliche high school dreams. I JUST turned 17, and that birthday sucked! What kinda bullshit is this! I don’t want this! I hate this! I was going to do so much! And now I can’t. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my life! If I’m gonna die I don’t want it to be to a school bus. It’s going to hurt like hell. And no one is gonna to benefit from it! THEY CANT EVEN SEE ME! What a waste! At least let me end it myself. I’m never going to see those around me grow up, I am never going to grow up. And screw heaven, I’m not even guaranteed that fake luxury. I’m never going to finish my favorite mangas. Or games. Or animes. Or anything.’

As the pain of getting hit by a 1,000 pound bus did, in fact, hurt like hell.

Crawling with her last ounce of strength reaching for the broken phone, she typed or tried to type her last words.

‘God, Buddha, Zeus, Cthulhu, Mother Nature, or who ever the hell is upstairs, if any, please at least let thi s se nd. A nd h o w d o e s B l ue L o c k

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Starting system…

Finding host..

System host found.

Welcome Host!

To the Female Lead System!

Do you want to join?

Yes No

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Choosing for Host…

Yes

Heavily inspired by: Cheating Men Must Die

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓼

Your home and the proof that your family is in the 1%. You just recently moved here on account of your mom’s new job. You used to live here when you were younger. But due to your parent's divorce, you ended up moving.

Now back after years of being gone, all the people you knew are not the same. They changed. Rumors about the monster living here are rampant. It's said anyone could be a monster. And for better or worse, you're going to be getting personally acquainted with former friends and enemies. Enjoy the shady shores of the Angel Archipelagos. The place where good people go to die and evil lives free.

𝒲 ℯ 𝓁 𝒸 ℴ 𝓂 ℯ 𝓉 ℴ

𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔗𝔬𝔴𝔫

𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂

𝒮𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒮ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒾

𝒜𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓃 ℳℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃ℊ𝒾ℯ

𝒥𝒶𝒸ℴ𝒷 ℳℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃ℊ𝒾ℯ

𝒯𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾ℴ𝓃ℴ 𝒮ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒾

ℳ𝓈. 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓈ℯ

ℒℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 ℳ𝒶𝓃𝓈ℴ𝓃

𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝕿𝖔𝖜𝖓

⊱ Zyphon Merengie

⊱ Zayanna Somiki

⊱ Iris Lightheart

⊱ Jeffery Livingston

⊱ Zero 1

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍’𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆

- 𝑃𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟

- 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ

- 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎

- 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟

- 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝓎

is on an island right off the coast of the Americas, not owned by any country or by nature. It was built by mankind, for mankind. It’s owned by no one just like the inhabitants of said island. The rich and powerful. Anyone who is anyone lives there. Where they set their own rules and listen to no one. The world is run by the citizens of the island.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝓃ℊℯ𝓁 𝒜𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓅ℯ𝓁𝒶ℊℴ𝓈

is where the leaders of the future grow up.

It is a place where many monsters gather. They masquerade as humans, tricking them, and using them for their own goals. Underneath those beautiful facades lies an ugly truth. One that should never get discovered.

That is…

Unless…

You really want to know.

Do you want to know?

Hello, anime lovers!

I'm Roro and I just wanted to introduce myself and explain what kind of crazy stuff you'll be reading here on my site from now on: A LOT OF ANIME, OF COURSE!!! 💗💗

I will write headcannons and oneshots (including a lot of smut 😏😉) about:

Blue Lock

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Haikyuu

Kuroko no Basket

Hell's Paradise

Death Note

One Punch Man

Chainsaw Man

Demon Slayer

Naruto Shippuden

Bleach

Hunter x Hunter

Tokyo Ghoul

Black Clover

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LINGER (p.1)

outlaw!lottie matthews x farmersdaughter!reader

summary: after weeks mourning the recent death of her father, y/n decides it’s time for her to take responsibility and fix the family farm her father left her. just when she’s about to give up and go home, she ends up housing—and hiding—the infamous outlaw of the west.

warning(s): not historically accurate, mentions of crime, mentions of death, mourning, angst, slow burn, secret romance, cursing, possibly ooc!lottie

a/n: this is supposed to be set around the 1890s, but if women and poc actually had rights bc like why not 🥲 also they’ll be using somewhat modern language bc idk how people in the west spoke

word count: 705

you should be at home, tucked away in bed with plenty more time left to sleep. you should at least have been rising peacefully by now, waking up to the sound of chirping birds and the rumbling of distant trains and the quiet stirring of street wagons. but no, you’re not home, and there is no exciting city ambience. where you are is slouched in a small run down saloon. you move the damp slabs of ham around with your fork and poke at the cold scrambled eggs. you finally spot the busy saloon waitress, a short woman around your age with shaggy dark hair. she has the striking hazel green eyes and arched dark brows. she had served you your eggs and ham, and offered some strong alcoholic drink, which you turned down. looking back on it, maybe you should’ve taken the offer.

“ehm, excuse me, ma’am? uh.. could i get that drink, actually?” you chuckle hesitantly. your friends back home would most definitely judge you for drinking this early in the day.

“the food that bad?” the woman asks sarcastically, with a charming smile. “coming right up.”

“no, the food’s.. great! i just got a lot on my mind.” you stutter nervously with a tight lipped smile, trying to be polite. “and thank you, ma’am.”

the woman slides the glass mug of liquor over to you from across the bar. “it’s no problem. and you don’t need to call me ‘ma’am’.” she says matter-of-fact-ly, with a raised brow. “‘name’s natalie. you can call me nat.”

“oh. thank you, nat.” you smile, offering out your hand, which she takes in a firm handshake. “y/n.”

“well? what are you here for?” natalie asks, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter.

“i’m visiting my dad’s farm.”

“hm. fun.” natalie says sarcastically.

“why do you say it like that?” you chuckle.

“why would you want to be hanging around some old man?” natalie scoffs.

“oh, uh.. i won’t be around him, actually.”

“yeah? why, where will he be?”

“uh, he’s dead.”

“oh!”

“yeah.”

“shit, sorry—“

“nah, no worries, it’s no problem. really.”

you take a long sip of beer, quieting down after the awkward encounter. nat continues cleaning the bar, serving customers. one of the guys at the bar points at a poster hung up by the door.

“what’s that about?” the man asks.

“hm? oh, yeah, the sheriff is making everyone hang up those wanted posters.” nat scoffs. “some felon on the run, i dunno what she did, but she’s a big deal apparently.”

“‘she’?” he questions.

“fuck yeah, ‘she’. women can be criminals too, y’know.”

the further you traveled through the quaint little town, you more Wanted posters you saw. a few of them were of old criminals, dating back from a few years to a few weeks old. however, you saw a lot of these new ones from the saloon, of that woman. the road began to get dirtier and the buildings started to lessen. soon enough, you ended on a dirt road with short, thin trees.

you can see a few farms in the distance, but keep on your track. after a while, you can see the house. increasing your pace a bit, you jog over. the house looks bigger now than it did when you left. you, your parents, and your siblings seemed so crowded, but now it’s looks so lonely. nobody bothered to come around after your dad died. there are still farm animals lazily stumbling around.

you take the time to lay out some food for the birds in the chicken coop, pile some hay and put out water for the horses, and toss some grains out into a pile for the goats and the pigs, all of the animals having run slim due to only having grass around.

when the sun begins to set, you decide it’s best to go inside. as you lie beneath the weight of the heavy quilts, the flickering candlelight casts warm shadows on the old wallpaper. the night is silent, except for the occasional bleat of a goat or low rumble of a cow in the yard below you. each breath hurts, your heart aching. outside, the wind picks up, howling through the trees, and in the distance, you hear the faintest sound of hooves. you begin to fall asleep, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

what you don’t know is that a dangerous woman is drawing nearer, her intentions as shadowed as the night itself, and soon, the quiet of your father’s cabin will be disrupted.

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VAMPIRE!FEI HARGREEVES x READER HEADCANONS

summary: au hcs where fei is a vampire + her powers revolve around bats instead of birds

warnings: mentions of blood

a/n: i was bored and made this so it’s not gonna be the best loll :')

vampire!fei who doesn’t leave the house during the day even though she can go in the sun

vampire!fei who takes you to goth clubs and edgy art exhibits

vampire!fei who is sensitive to bright lights

vampire!fei who can find you anywhere, even in the dark

vampire!fei who hates getting tempted by your blood bc she doesn’t want to hurt you

vampire!fei who gets tired and grumpy during the winter

vampire!fei who is very possessive committed to your relationship

vampire!fei whose favorite month is october, but will never admit it because she thinks it’s a vampire stereotype

vampire!fei who will let you infodump about anything (even if she knows as much or more about it than you)

vampire!fei who is unaffected by the cold

vampire!fei who wears jackets and sweaters anyway, so she can give them to you

vampire!fei who didn’t want you to see her bloody for the first few months bc she didn’t want to scare you

vampire!fei who likes to collect bug resin trinkets

vampire!fei who gives you trinkets and jewelry she finds (or takes)

vampire!fei who is basically nocturnal

vampire!fei who doesn’t infodump often, but if she does, it’s only to you

vampire!fei who sprays your perfume around her room when you’re going to be gone for a while

vampire!fei who feeds on people you don’t like

vampire!fei who wouldn’t ever feed on you unless you asked, and even then she might not

vampire!fei who wants to turn you so you two can be always together

vampire!fei who will never tell you that because she doesn’t want to seem clingy

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PRE-CRASH!TRAVIS MARTINEZ — SFW ALPHABET

A/N: hii this is my first post so it’ll prob be shit, but it’s time someone fixes the lack of travis fics on tumblr </3

WARNINGS: switching between past and present tense, coach martinez, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of child abuse, self-harm, mentions of death

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

he was hesitant to be affectionate at first. if you two weren’t close before you started dating, he was definitely awkward in the beginning of the relationship. if you were friends before dating, he’d probably be less awkward. he would still be nervous, but because he was worried about ruining your friendship. either way, it would take a while to get him to be affectionate.

he isn’t the making out type of affectionate, nor is he a fan of PDA. he probably holds your hand a lot, but that’s all the PDA you’ll get. when you’re alone, however, he is much more touchy.

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

he would be the type of friend that’s bitchy, but he’s definitely not as on-edge with you. you. he feels like he can trust you, especially if you’ve been friends for a while. you were probably childhood friends, or became friends because of seeing each other soccer events that had both the girls’ soccer team and the boys’ soccer team.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

travis doesn’t usually cuddle, except for when he’s exhausted. he’s usually tired, but it’s when he’s bumping into things and dozing off level exhausted that he’ll get more touchy with you.

he’s also clingy when he’s drunk or high.

he tries not to be so clingy when in the right state of mind, but when he’s exhausted or under influence, all those walls come tumbling down.

(probably because his father refuses to show affection with him or Javi, and rarely shows his wife any affection)

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

travis wasn’t getting his hopes up when you started dating. he assumed it would be a casual relationship that wouldn’t last very long.

however, when you two started getting serious, he realized that he did want to settle down with you in the future, which led him to letting his guard down around you. he was worried about getting serious or settling down with you, because of his father. he didn’t want to turn into his dad, and didn’t want to make you a victim like his father did to his mother.

if you do settle down together, he probably wouldn’t want kids because he was worried he would become like his father, but if you want kids, he would trust you. i can see him being the dad to a little tomboy girl.

(made the kids optional bc i am def not having those little shits)

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he would never break up with you. not out of pity or fear, he just would never want to. if you two broke up, it was you. he would probably make it seem like you both agreed, but it’s just his protective walls going right back up.

f = fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

he is terrified of commitment, but would try, for you. he wants you two to be forever, and he doesn’t want to lose you. he would probably propose after a while. he doesn’t want to move too fast.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s the gentlest. he refuses to treat you like his father treated his mom. although you two might get into arguments fairly frequently, he is far from emotionally, verbally, or physically abusive.

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

travis was never a hugger until you started dating. he gives good hugs, although it would be awkward in the beginning of the relationship or friendship. if you’re upsetX he’s the type of person who will kiss the top of your head or your temple if you’re shorter than him.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

he would be the first to say it, but it might take a while. probably six to seven months tbh, although it definitely felt faster to you. i don’t think it’s a “__ fell first, __ fell harder” type of relationship. he fell first, and fell harder.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

travis is a jealous person. he trusts you deep down, but it wasn’t obvious for a while. he’s a bit insecure in the beginning, but it’s soon more that he’s worried about the guy trying something than you cheating.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

surprisingly good kisser?? even if you’re his first kiss, he’s still a good kisser. he never even thought about having to kiss someone, it just came naturally to him.

he likes to kiss your forehead or temple. again, he wouldn’t do it for a little while, unless you were friends before. it’s a sign that he trusts you tbh.

he likes to be kissed anywhere as long as you’re the one kissing him. travis is fs head over heels for you.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s not bad around kids, just awkward. his father made him hate the idea of being a parent. the only kid who he’s very protective over is Javi because they’re trauma bonded.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

he either wakes up late or very early. rarely ever an in-between. if you stay the night, you’ll probably wake up to him asleep with his arms tight around your waist. clingy sleeper !!!

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

won’t hesitate to stay up with you all night (not in that way, you filthy mind (well, not not in that way))

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he’s very slow to open up, but his decision to open up is very fast. he just needs to fade into it. the more you open up, the more he opens up.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

a lot of people and a lot of things anger him. he’s very easily angered, but by you? never. you could never make him mad, he loves you too much to harbor any resentment for you.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers a lot about you. it’s pretty easy for him to remember things about you, but if there’s something he really wants to remember, he’ll write it down somewhere.x

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

the morning after your first time together. you were in his bed, in one of his shirts. you were asleep, and he woke up early. it was still dark out, and smelled like rain. his father was out on a business trip (which was an obvious lie), and his mom and Javi staying with his aunt (also an obvious lie). he knew the reason his parents were both away was probably because of a serious fight, or legal issues, but you being there with him made him forget all about it.

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s very protective of you. he won’t fight someone, he’s smarter than that. he’ll ruin someone. he can be a bit evil sometimes, but only when it comes to protecting you. if someone is a little too close to you, or is threatening you, he’ll frame them for something that will get them suspended or expelled. they won’t even know it was him, nobody will.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he knows it doesn’t take a lot to please you, but he tries hard anyway. he remembers anniversaries, and you two will probably stay at one of your houses all day, and skip school.

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

how easily angered he gets. you two would probably argue about his anger issues and refusal to open up before you knew about his home life.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s insecure, but doesn’t obsess over his looks publicly. he doesn’t tell anyone he’s insecure, he just keeps it bottled up.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

definitely. if you left him, he probably would never be fully whole without you. you were his first love, and soulmate tbh. if you die, he’d probably just stop caring about anything for a while. it would take him until the winter of his freshman year of college to go back to normal, but he would never get over it.

he’d probably make some friends at his college. i feel like they’d be very open people, so he’d trust them enough. they would persuade him to party a lot, and he would resort to drinking and getting high to try and forget you. he would tell his friends about you. they would be the ones to tell him he doesn’t have to forget you, and he can live happily while still missing you. he got better after that. he would still drink and get high, but not as much.

(i got a bit carried away, might make a fic about it 😈)

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

he has scars. he has sh scars on his wrists, and scars from his father. after opening up to you about it, he would try his best not to relapse. he’d move out the moment he turned eighteen. he loves his mother and brother, yes, but his father made his house insufferable. even after his father died, he would still never see that house as a place where he was welcome. his mother also isn’t amazing to him, but she’s only a bit emotionally and verbally abusive. she doesn’t realize it, and they would make up when he was an adult and started visiting his family on holidays again.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he hates a lot of things, but never you. there’s not a lot in specific that would piss him off.

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

like i mentioned earlier, he either wakes up very early or very late. you help him sleep better, though.

stand simp999

Rock On!☆

Rider x Rockstar! Reader - Headcanons

Wc: 0.4k

A/N: Please feel free to comment your ideas too!!

Masterlist

☆Him learning about your music through a song that grabs his attention at one of Aloha's parties

☆ Him becoming a secret massive fan of your work, now he's always got headphones on, cherishing your voice and music

☆Eventually you begin to recognize him at your concerts, especially after he gets VIP tickets but is too shy to properly ask for anything to get signed. You ended up going up to him first, admiring his punk style. (He was honored as wel as flustered)

☆Once, he had found you playing an acoustic cover at the coffee shop he went to sometimes, and he gained the courage to walk up to you first.

☆"Oh, hey! Rider, right? Nice to see you again!"

☆ You.. remembered him? His face grew a bit yellow-green at that, asking if you could sign his headphones. You thought about it, and told him on one condition: he'd allow you to have a coffee/tea/snack with him (this wasn't really enforced- of course you'd still sign it if he objected, it was all lighthearted, but it was worth a shot.)

☆You had written your number on his coffee cup.

☆That's what got you two hanging out.

☆Eventually, you got him into shows for free, and his own fans began recognizing that the famous Rider was hanging out with the famous rockstar.

☆People began shipping you two, including team Blue and others such as team Pink.

☆You two would lightly shrug it off, a sting in your chest everytime the other would deny being together.

☆So eventually, you wrote him a love song. You mentionned moments and things that only he would recognize, and kept looking at him throughout the song.

☆You took a moment to stare and smile at him afterwards, holding out your hand, letting him decide what to do.

☆He decided to be somewhat subtle- (but not really-) and threw his jacket up on stage as if to accept and return your expression of love.

☆You grinned, shrugging the jacket over your shoulders, and honestly; he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with you watching you perform with his jacket on you. You looked amazing. It suited you, despite likely being a bit too big.

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June.14.24

Am i the only one who hates reader inserts? Like I read this cause I wanna escape the problems in my life, not have to envision myself having a spectacular variety of other fucked up problems!

kinktober — day 17 | cockwarming

slow motion • [choi yeonjun]

we can take, we can take, we can take our time, baby

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: smut, established relationship, dom!yeonjun, female sub!reader synopsis: in which neither yeonjun nor you can fall asleep, so you decide to pass some time word count: 794 warnings: cockwarming, semi-fluff at the beginning, implied choking (but not actually doing it)

not a time stamp lol

[01:16 AM]

Taking a deep breath, you could feel Yeonjun's entire warmth enveloping you as he pulled you closer to him. Both of you had been trying to fall asleep for hours now, but neither he nor you could get an eyeful. It was your first time sleeping over at his place and for some reason, you were rather nervous, though you had been dating each other for a while now.

It wasn't even your first time sharing a bed, the two of you had already spent hours doing filthy things under the covers but this time it felt different. So much closer and intimate. Because although you loved each other and were in a relationship, you never got the chance to stay the whole night.

Your hands acted as a pillow on his chest for your head to rest on and your legs were entangled under the sheets like there was no tomorrow, while he lovingly stroked your hair and repeatedly told you how beautiful you are.

The comfort of his hug surrounded you like a blanket as his arms wrapped around your torso and his hands clasped behind your back. You removed one of the hands from underneath your face and you started drawing little circles on his chest.

A faint smile plastered his face when he brought his hands to your hips and gently pulled you up to have a better look at your face. Your tongue ran across your bottom lip as your eyes locked on his and Yeonjun slowly stroked a strand of hair behind your ear.

»Don't do that«, he whispered and kissed your lips. »You know damn well, what it does to me.«

The devilish grin you gave him would have been enough to send him over the edge if he had taken a moment to appreciate it, but he was far more interested in finding a new comfortable position to lie in and fathom solely you with his eyes.

Big hearts were almost visible inside of them when he eyed you with so much affection and love, while you just leaned in towards him and connected your lips to his again.

Yeonjun quickly got a different idea because his hands gently slipped underneath your shirt and caressed your silky skin. You pushed yourself up and looked him in the eyes, while his hands now settled on your waist before he reached up and stroked your cheek.

"You're beautiful", he whispered, leaning in closer to press his lips onto yours as his hands held your face tightly but carefully. Not letting go of you, he sat up against the headboard of his bed and pulled you onto his lap.

A silent moan escaped your lips when he rocked his hips against yours and his bulge grazed your crotch. One of your hands found its place on Yeonjun's throat, resting without putting pressure, while the other took a handful of his dark hair; your lips continued to move against his and he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your sweats, pulling your underwear down with them.

»You're cute with my hand on your neck like this«, you purred, before the cool air touching your wet cunt drew another moan from your lips.

You only earned a huff from him in response, but you wasted no time, tugging at your boyfriend's sweat pants to make him take them off as well.

Rolling off him, you freed your legs from the piece of clothing and he followed your movements, groaning when his dick sprung free from the constrictions of his boxers.

But when you moved on to taking off your shirt, he quickly grabbed your wrists, pulling you back onto his lap.

»Can you just sit on my cock tonight, please?«

You smiled at his breathless question, the lust almost dripping from him as he propped himself up on his elbows and let out a silent moan when you wrapped your hand around his girth, pumping him a few times, before aligning him with your entrance and slowly sinking down on him until he bottomed out.

You playfully pushed your hips forward, teasing him some more before his hands clasped your hips and stilled your movements.

»Don't move, you hear me?«

He looked you in the eyes and leaned forward to stroke a loose strand of hair out of your face. A pout formed on your lips, but he only mocked you and snapped his hips upward, earning a sweet moan from you. You rolled your head back, taking in everything he was giving you, and closed your eyes at the feeling between your legs. He filled you up so good as if you were just made to take him in.

»You're really so damn beautiful«, he whispered, before placing a sloppy kiss on your exposed chest. »So warm and tight, even after all those times I fucked you.«

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sorry for the wait, ily yeonjun anon <3

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober — day 16 | mirror sex

devilish • [lee heeseung]

settle down, you don’t wanna see me drag the devil out

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader genre: smut, dancers!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which heeseung shows you the best way to relax after an exhausting rehearsal before your big performance word count: 1770 warnings: sex in front of a mirror, kinda striptease (?), riding, unprotected sex (no glove, no love y’all)

i'm so excited to finally post this ahhhhhh

»Okay guys«, your dance teacher clapped his hand twice as he looked from your face to Heeseung’s and gave you a motivating smile. »One more time and then we’ll finish for today, you need to save up your energy.«

The fringe of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he stretched his neck again, the soreness already spreading in his muscles from the past few hours of rehearsal.

Heeseung sighed, getting up from the floor and reaching his hand out to help you stand back up on your feet too.

»Fighting!«

You had a performance coming up that weekend and since your dance teacher spontaneously decided to make you dance a part of the routine as a duet, both of you needed some extra lessons to learn the new steps and practice them together.

During the last repetition, your eyes were stuck on Heeseung’s reflection in the mirror, his body gently moved against yours when he twirled you in before you wrapped your arms around his neck and he rested his hands on your hips.

His eyes locked with yours as he bit his lip, swaying to the beat of the song you had been dancing to for what felt like an eternity. You noticed how his bottom lip got stuck between his teeth at some point, the gleam in his eyes proving he enjoyed this moment a little more than he usually did. You winked at him before he twirled you out again, only four more eight-counts left for your piece to finish.

»Alright, that’s a wrap!«

Your dance teacher started applauding and Heeseung and you joined in, your giggles of relief filling the room as you went to get your water bottle. The corners of the mirror had already started to fog up, reducing the rectangular glass to an oval.

After receiving the instruction to clean everything up and go rest early, your partner and you were left alone, looking at each other in satisfaction.

»Wanna do another round?«

Heeseung shrugged, walking towards the computer to turn the music back on, the intro of the song quickly killing the silence that reigned as you just watched his actions.

You raised an eyebrow at his question, all your clothes sticking to your body and your muscles tensing up more and more with every second you didn’t move.

»Don’t you think we did enough?«

»Oh c’mon, we were just getting started.«

He wiggled his eyebrows at you before he paused the song and looked at the chair on the floor next to you. The look he gave you showed a sign of ›please?‹, suddenly enough to make you pick up the chair and give in to his question without any further convincing needed.

While you danced your part of the intro, he carefully observed your movements through the mirror as he strolled towards his position to be in time for when your solo transitioned into his.

You turned the chair around, the backrest now facing the front as you winked at him; his sign to start. Stepping on the chair, he rested one of his feet on the edge of the backrest, leaning forward to make the chair fall over as a way of underlining the change of dance style.

His moves were a lot quicker than yours, the way he kept switching between sharp hits and smooth body waves got you flustered, especially when he noticed your eyes on his in the reflection. Running his hand through his hair, he let his tongue trail over his bottom lip before he bit it, shamelessly flirting with you before he reached his hand out to introduce the third and final part of the choreography; the duet.

He spun you around, ground against you, and checked you out in the mirror like he did about a hundred times before that day, the only thing that was different was the shift in the atmosphere that you now started to realize. It all felt a lot more intimate now; his moves, his touches, and the way he quickly glanced from your eyes to your lips and back whenever you were facing each other.

Raising your leg for the end pose, he held you a good few seconds longer than he was supposed to as told by the dance teacher, slowly coming closer as if he leaned in for a kiss.

You closed your eyes, ready to feel his lips on yours when he pulled away, embarrassment tinting his face in a subtle shade of pink that got almost drowned by his already reddened cheeks. Heeseung scratched his neck, aiming for his water bottle before he threw yours over to you.

Thanking him with a nod, you took a sip and let out a deep sigh, your eyes following him as he went back to the computer again.

»How about another round?«

You cocked your head to the side, shooting him a killer stare as you bit the inside of his cheek. How in the hell was he so convincing when all he did was look at you with those dark eyes?

Agreeing over and over again, you repeated the exact same thing multiple times, the sexual tension growing more and more before you once more finally reached the end pose.

His glance went back down on your lips, he was still pondering what to do, not noticing you rolling your eyes at the way he got shy all of a sudden when just seconds ago he was practically undressing you with his eyes.

»Listen up, sweetheart«, you purred, bringing Heeseung’s attention back to your eyes. »This time you either fucking kiss me or I’m going home. We were supposed to leave two hours ago.«

Heeseung’s lips curled up in a smirk before he pressed them onto yours, sighing into the kiss as he let go of your leg on his hip, allowing him to pull you closer to his sweaty body.

He latched his hands onto your hips as he does in the choreography, while you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the pearls of his sweat on your fingertips as you tangled a hand in his hair.

Roughly moving his lips against yours, he guided you towards the chair before he broke off the kiss, inhaling sharply as he picked it up from the floor and positioned it in front of the mirror.

Reaching out for your hand, he invited you to stand next to him, so you reached back, being pulled to his side as both of took a look at your reflections.

Heeseung moved behind you, leaning into your neck as he placed a kiss on the sensitive skin.

»Look at yourself, babygirl.«

The hot breath accompanying his faint voice fanned against your skin, chasing goosebumps down your spine when he slipped his hands under your shirt, caressing your skin with gentle touches of his fingertips.

He suckled on your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses and love bites on either side of your neck as you closed your eyes, knees going weak when he licked a strip up from the nape of your neck to right underneath your earlobe.

You gasped, clenching your jaw at his feathery touches on your burning skin as he guided both of you towards the chair in front of the mirror. Sliding down on it, he broke off the kiss, a breathless sigh rolling off his lips when he ran his hand through his tangled hair.

Heeseung spread his legs as he patted his thigh for you to sit on while you eyed him up and down, taking in all of his beauty; the fringe of hair stuck to his forehead, the gentle movement of his chest whenever he took a breath, the curves of his abs showing through his shirt and the obvious erection in his pants.

»Do it again, this time with me right here.«

His voice broke the silence only for a few seconds when he gazed back at you, tongue trailing over his bottom lip in anticipation of your reaction. Your lips curled up in a cocky smile as you bit the inside of your cheek before you rid yourself of your shirt.

»Keep your hands to yourself«, you purred.

Sliding onto his lap, you started dancing your solo routine without music, only your heavy breaths and Heeseung’s silent whimpers filling the room as you moved on and around him, stroking his chest and undressing both of you piece by piece.

Once you reached Heeseung’s sweatpants, you untied them, palming his dick through the thin material, which allowed you to feel it pulsing under your hand. You gently slipped underneath the waistband, taking his cock out, and pumping him a few times, using the pre-cum that leaked from his tip as lube.

A raspy moan left his lips as you worked him up, before you slid onto his lap again, aligning him with your entrance before you sank down, burying his dick between your folds.

His chest was flush against yours when you rode him, eyes stuck to your reflection as you watched his dick gliding in and out of you with the pace he helped you keep by guiding you by your hips.

Rolling back his head, he scrunched up his nose in pleasure while a soft sigh escaped you. He filled you out so well, stretching your walls every time he bottomed out, it felt like heaven.

»You feel so good, kitten.«

His low voice tickled your eardrums as he raised his head again and placed kisses all over your shoulder blades and neck.

»And you look so beautiful bouncing on my cock like that.«

You moaned at his comment, clenching around him as you sank down again, bringing yourself closer to the edge. Heeseung noticed you shifting on his lap, trying to make him hit your sweet spot over and over again.

He chuckled at your desperate sounds before he attached his finger to your clit, drawing figure eights on it to push you over the edge.

Drawing in a sharp breath, you came on his dick, spilling your essence around his dick as he helped you ride out your orgasm with sloppy thrusts. You noticed he was close himself, given the way his dick twitched inside you, so you clenched around him again, making him shoot his seed into you.

A deep moan accompanied his climax as you felt him fuck his juice back into you, preventing it from spilling out of your sore cunt.

»How about another round?«

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dear heeseung anon, thank you so much for the request and please forgive me for making you wait so long :(

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober — day 15 | handcuffs

chained up • [lee minho]

거친 내 숨결 다가와 어루만질 때

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader genre: smut, established relationship, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which minho shows you his collection and you get to choose your favourite toys word count: 1223 warnings: handcuffs, curse words, a hint of degradation maybe, oral (fem receiving), basically just teasing the living hell outta y/n

✨lee minho supremacy✨

»Oh«, you whispered as Minho pulled a little box out from underneath his bed. »This is what you wanna play ...«

He looked up at you, fixing your eyes with his while he snapped open the lock, raising the lid without showing you the contents.

»Color?«, he asked, the corners of his lips curling up into a mischievous grin as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Your eyes took in the details of his face as you thought about your reply. Purple was your favorite; the slope of his nose.

But red matched your lipstick; his eyes, gazing with passion as he patiently waited for a response.

And blue was his favorite; the stupid smile on his lips that made you fall for him in the first place.

But then again black would match the bedsheets best; his hair, styled with so much effort, the blond strands falling into his face to frame its shape

And you knew for a fact that he liked you in white; his clothes, dark but still rather casual.

»Pink«, you jokingly blurted out when your eyes reached the buckle of his belt and you realized how much the bulge in his pants had grown at the way you focused him so intensely.

»Sweet.«

His dry comment was in no way hurtful, the sheer amusement in his eyes proved it as he pulled heart-shaped handcuffs from his box.

He handed them over to you, as he bit the inside of his cheek in a dirty smirk.

»Safeword?«

Your look shot from the pink toy in your hands to his eyes while you tried not to choke on air.

»Huh?«

»Once you put them on there are only two ways out.« He took a few more things out of the box, lining them up on the bedside table before he closed the box again and pushed it back underneath the bed. »Either you endure until I get you out when I'm done with you.«

Minho got up from the floor, cupping your face in his hands after he sat down next to you on the blanket. »Or you give me the safeword.«

Without giving an answer, you held the handcuffs out to him, allowing him a closer look at the chain that kept them connected.

»They are almost broken.«

He looked from the chain to your face and back again, once more catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

»How about we finish breaking them?«

Dropping the handcuffs, you put your wrists together, not wasting time with a second thought about a possible safe word.

Minho manhandled you into position as he sat down between your legs to restrict your wrists and attach the handcuffs to the headboard of his bed.

»Babe«, he purred before quickly pecking your lips. »Still need a safeword.«

»Safewords are for losers.«

»Oh okay«, he chuckled, moving backward as he stroked up your legs with his cold hands. »I'll remind you of that later.«

Minho slowly reached your thighs, slipping his hands under your skirt to pull down your panties, licking his lips when he felt the wetness between your legs as he ran a finger up and down between your folds.

»We didn't even start yet«, he smirked while pulling his finger back out and licking your essence of it.

Reaching for a small toy on the bedside table, he showed you a glass dildo in a light pink color, about the size of his own cock.

»Matches really well, don't you think?«

He chuckled at the way your eyes widened in surprise when you looked at it, bottom lip held hostage between your teeth as you tried not to moan just by glancing at what he had prepared for you.

Minho’s lips twitched in a smile as he aligned the tip of the dildo with your entrance, slowly pushing it centimeter by centimeter until its tip grazed your sweet spot.

When you breathed out a moan, arching your back off the bet while screwing your eyes shut, he knew he had found it and let go of the toy, before moving his attention back to teasing you further, kitten licking your clit with a cocky smile adorning his lips.

Pulling at the handcuffs in an attempt to reach for his head you wanted to guide him to where you needed him most but he just chuckled against your hot skin, reminding you that there was no way you could touch him.

Your walls clenched around the dildo inside you as you bucked your hips into Minho’s face to get some friction from the forgotten toy, its tip still grazing your soft spot ever so sweetly.

The bliss you felt, restricted by the handcuffs with Minho’s tongue working wonders in between your legs where the heat pooled around a dildo that felt just like his dick, was delicious, making you moan his name in dulcet tones.

»Awwwe look at you, so fucked out already and I didn’t even start the fun part«, Minho teased before latching his tongue onto your clit again.

Humming against the bittersweet numbness, he started pulling out the toy again just as slowly as he inserted it.

You sighed, feeling the wetness threaten to leak out of your core but Minho was quick to set a pace with two of his fingers, curling them inside of you to repeatedly hit that sweet spot that made you see stars.

Crying out his name, you once more attempted to pull at the handcuffs, breaking the chain that kept them connected before lacing your fingers in his hair. You gently tucked at his blond locks, forcing him to raise his face back up.

Minho locked his lips with yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth to play with yours as you tasted your juice on his lips.

Fucking you mercilessly with his fingers, he drew one moan after another from you while you felt your climax approach, making you clench around his fingers and arch your back off the bed.

»Looks like somebody is close, huh?«, he purred, placing wet kisses on the skin of your neck he was able to reach. »Why don’t you cum for me, angel?«

You whined at the nickname, screwing your eyes shut as your orgasm overcame you, shaking your body and making you jolt against Minho’s hand.

Helping you ride out your high, he kept his pace a little longer before gradually showering down, eventually pulling out of you and licking his fingers clean.

You crossed your arms over your eyes, feeling even sensitive to the light that shone into your room from outside as your chest rose and fell rapidly.

Minho grabbed the broken pieces of chain that still stuck to the handcuffs, softly pulling them up to see the point at which they broke better.

»Damn, they were my favorite pair.«

When you felt him get up from the bed after he let go of the chains, you peaked through your arms to catch him unbuckling his belt and stroking his throbbing cock before aligning with your sore cunt again.

»Looks like I have to punish you for breaking them«, he whispered. »Do you still think safewords are for losers?«

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dear minho anon, i am very sorry you had to wait so long for this os :(( i hope you still liked it <3

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober — day 14 | guided/mutual masturbation [FEM VER]

focus on me • [lee felix]

keep your eyes on me

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader genre: smut, camboy!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which felix guides you through your first spicy video call word count: 863 warnings: guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, video call sex

once again sorry felix anon :( <3

At the sight of the young boy, a silent sigh left your lips. His hair was dyed blonde, cut, and styled into a mullet and his doe eyes focused on yours as he shifted on his chair. His pink, plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth and countless freckles adorned his cheeks and face, creating shapes like stars create constellations in the night sky. He was beautiful.

»Hi«, he whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. »I’m Felix.«

You smiled warmly at him, barely being able to hold eye contact. Given you were overwhelmed, and maybe even a little uncomfortable, you replied in an equally soft voice.

»Hi Felix.«

The ghost of a grin flashed over his lips as he released them from the clutches of his teeth. He was wearing a button-up shirt and only showed his upper body on the screen, you couldn’t see below the first two buttons he purposely left open for you to catch a glimpse of his perfect porcelain skin. He was not only cute, but also playful.

»Is this the first time you’re doing this?«

Bringing your attention back to him, he placed his elbows on the table, resting his head on his hands as he leaned it to the side while you nodded, timid eyes turning away from him again. Felix licked his lips, easily maintaining his cool as he straightened up and raked his hand through his hair.

»It’s okay, darling; may I call you that?«, he said softly, his eyes stuck to your teeth, chewing on your bottom lips again as you nodded. »Stop that, please. You don’t wanna find out what that does to me.«

His eyes glazed up with something else than just excitement, something darker, dirtier as he started unbuttoning his shirt. »Just follow me, we’ll take it slow.«

You swallowed hard, pulling your top over your head as you gazed down his upper body after he readjusted the camera position, his full body now visible when he laid a hand on his hard-on.

He was wearing matching dress pants, the tent between his legs protruding as he palmed himself, waiting for you to do the same. Biting the inside of your cheek, you copied his movements, showing your whole body for him too.

The smirk that crept onto his lips as he saw u only wearing panties and a revealing lace bra made your walls clench as you covered your upper body with your arm, hiding your half-bare chest from him.

»Don’t be shy, darling, everything is alright.«

A distinctive accent hung in his low voice, filling up your senses as you mindlessly caressed your soaking pussy through your panties in front of his eyes, your juice leaking through the thin material onto your fingers while you let out a breathy moan.

Felix got up to unbuckle his belt before he got his cock out from the constriction of his boxers, sighing as it sprung free. He spat onto his hand, lubricating his whole girth before he slowly started pumping himself.

»Just start, beautiful, I’ll match your tempo.«

You mirrored his moves again, licking your fingers before slowly drawing circles on your clit, moaning at the nickname he gave you as you added a second finger, stroking up and down your folds while closing your eyes. Throwing your head back, a silent »Oh my god, fuck« escaped your lips, and you bit your tongue to restrain yourself from saying all the things that came to your mind while your fingers repeatedly slid in and out of your tight walls.

»Let’s leave him out of this«, Felix chuckled, letting out a raspy moan too as he sped up his tempo to match the pace you set with your hand. »If you need a name to moan, try mine instead.«

The words had barely left his mouth, you whined his name as the knot in your stomach started tightening; a sign of your approaching orgasm, just like the way you clenched around your fingers.

»You’re so pretty like this, babygirl«, he purred, eyes fixed on your face to watch the pleasure turn your facial expression gradually softer, until your lips parted again and released another deep moan. »Let go, darling. Let it all out and cum for me.«

You raised your head again, locking eyes with him as you kept the pace, alternating between circles on your clit and rough movements of your fingers inside your walls before you squirted your juice all over your hand, heavily panting as he finished shortly after you, a low moan accompanying the sound of his orgasm when he climaxed into his hand as well.

Winking at you, he lifted his hand to his lips, licking his essence off every finger as you observed him, mouth agape at his sudden action and the way he seemed to enjoy your eyes on him.

»You did really well«, he said, tongue trailing over his bottom lip to get the last drop of cum out of the corners of his mouth. »I really wanna see what else you can do with those pretty hands.«

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re-wrote this for my dear felix anon, i hope you see this <3

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober — day 14 | guided/mutual masturbation

focus on me • [lee felix]

keep your eyes on me

pairing: lee felix x male!reader genre: smut, camboy!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which felix guides you through your first spicy video call word count: 828 warnings: guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, video call sex

for all my male readers out there, this one is for you !!

At the sight of the young boy, a silent sigh left your lips. His hair was dyed blonde, cut, and styled into a mullet and his doe eyes focused on yours as he shifted on his chair. His pink, plump bottom lip was caught between his teeth and countless freckles adorned his cheeks and face, creating shapes like stars create constellations in the night sky. He was beautiful.

»Hi«, he whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. »I’m Felix.«

You smiled warmly at him, barely being able to hold eye contact. Given you were overwhelmed, and maybe even a little uncomfortable, you replied in an equally soft voice.

»Hi Felix.«

The ghost of a grin flashed over his lips as he released them from the clutches of his teeth. He was wearing a button-up shirt and only showed his upper body on the screen, you couldn’t see below the first two buttons he purposely left open for you to catch a glimpse of his perfect porcelain skin. He was not only cute, but also playful.

»Is this the first time you’re doing this?«

Bringing your attention back to him, he placed his elbows on the table, resting his head on his hands as he leaned it to the side while you nodded, timid eyes turning away from him again. Felix licked his lips, easily maintaining his cool as he straightened up and raked his hand through his hair.

»It’s okay, darling; may I call you that?«, he said softly, his eyes stuck to your teeth chewing on your bottom lips again as you nodded. »Stop that, please. You don’t wanna find out what that does to me.«

His eyes glazed up with something else than just excitement, something darker, dirtier as he started unbuttoning his shirt. »Just follow me, we’ll take it slow.«

You swallowed hard, pulling your top over your head as you gazed down his upper body after he readjusted the camera position, his full body now visible when he laid a hand on his hard-on.

He was wearing matching dress pants, the tent between his legs protruding as he palmed himself, waiting for you to do the same. Biting the inside of your cheek, you copied his movements, showing your whole body for him too.

The smirk that crept onto his lips as he saw u only wearing boxers made your cock twitch as you covered it with your hand, gently rubbing it through the fabric of your underwear.

»Don’t be shy, darling, everything is alright.«

A distinctive accent hung in his low voice, filling up your senses as you mindlessly took your dick out in front of his eyes, pre-cum leaking from its tip while you let out a breathy moan.

Felix got up to unbuckle his belt before he got his cock out from the constriction of his boxers too, sighing as it sprung free. He spat onto his hand, lubricating his whole girth before he slowly started pumping himself.

»Just start, handsome, I’ll match your tempo.«

You mirrored his moves again, moaning at the nickname he gave you as you closed your hand around your shaft, stroking up and down your length while closing your eyes. Throwing your head back, a silent »Oh my god, fuck« escaped your lips, and you bit your tongue to restrain yourself from saying all the things that came to your mind.

»Let’s leave him out of this«, Felix chuckled, letting out a raspy moan too as he sped up his tempo to match the pace you set with your hands. »If you need a name to moan, try mine instead.«

The words had barely left his mouth, you whined his name as the knot in your stomach started tightening; a sign of your approaching orgasm, just like the way your cock was throbbing in your hand.

»You’re so pretty like this, babyboy«, he purred, eyes fixed on your face to watch the pleasure turn your facial expression gradually softer, until your lips parted again and released another deep moan. »Let go, darling. Let it all out and cum for me.«

You raised your head again, locking eyes with him as you kept the pace, stroking up and down your dick before you spurt your seed all over your hand, heavily panting as he finished shortly after you, a low moan accompanying the sound of his orgasm when he climaxed into his hand as well.

Winking at you, he lifted his hand to his lips, licking his essence off every finger as you observed him, mouth agape at his sudden action and the way he seemed to enjoy your eyes on him.

»You did really well«, he said, tongue trailing over his bottom lip to get the last drop of cum out of the corners of his mouth. »I really wanna see what else you can do with those pretty hands.«

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okay, i totally know what u meant with felix voice, i almost passed out imagining him saying all those things with his deep ass voice + accent

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober — day 13 | degradation/praising

such a whore • [bae jacob]

her sweat, her moaning, she’s just a fucking whore, i love it

pairing: bae jacob x fem!reader genre: smut, established relationship, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which jacob reminds you why should not get him worked up before he comes home word count: 897 warnings: degradation, praising, unprotected sex (keep in mind guys: no glove, no love), oral sex (male receiving)

i do in no way sympathize with the lyrics of the song i quoted, it’s solely for the flair of the story

With a silent sigh, you parted your lips, taking Jacob’s full length into your mouth as he shot you a glance, dark eyes staring into yours as he clicked his tongue.

»How are you always so fucking hungry for my cock?«

You kneeled in front of him, hair held up in a makeshift ponytail when you laid your head back, innocently looking at his face as he towered before you.

Bopping your head up and down his shaft, you sucked him off like you usually did; sitting between his legs while he leaned against the wall, eyes looking at each other’s faces as you playfully swirled your tongue around his cock, earning a sweet moan from him as a response.

Your eyes trailed over his face, slowly taking in all the details about him; the slope of his nose, scrunched up in bliss, his lips, the plump bottom one stuck between his teeth when they held it hostage to suppress his moans, his doe eyes, now screwed shut as he leaned his head back while a sigh found it’s way out through his clenched teeth.

»Fuck. . . Your lips feel so good around my cock, babygirl.«

A sly smile crept onto your lips as you released him from your mouth, kitten licking his tip as his grip on your hair grew tighter.

»Babe, I can’t hold it in much longer, get the fuck on the bed. Right fucking now!«

Jacob pulled you away from his dick, his chest raised and fell accompanied by heavy breaths as he tried to calm down from his stolen high. He moved both of you towards the bed, parting your legs after he pulled down your panties from underneath the blue skirt you were wearing.

His tip carefully grazed your slit when he aligned himself with you, his body hovering over you as he pushed his hips forward, easing into you with no preparation.

You let out a high moan of his name, the slight burn in your cunt hurting too good to be actually painful as you dug your nails into his shoulders. His lips ghosted over your neck before he found a spot to leave his lovebites on.

»You’re so fucking beautiful, he purred, kissing the red spot he had just created. »I can’t wait to fuck your pretty little pussy until my name is the only thing left on your mind.«

The only reply you got out was a quiet whimper through clenched teeth when he picked up the pace and harshly thrust into you. Snapping his hips against yours, he quickly found your sweet spot, making you see stars as he hit it over and over again.

»Fuck Jacob, right there«, you sighed, tangling your hands in his hair as you pulled his face impossible closer to your neck. You could feel his hot breath fanning your skin when he chuckled, his dulcet voice echoing in his throat.

»You like this?«

A mischievous grin curled his lips when he spoke into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over your burning skin. »Tell me how my cock makes you feel. Are you satisfied with what you achieved?«

He raised his head, eyes fixed on yours again as he slowed down the speed of his thrusts. »Playing with me like that, saying all those things to get me worked up, just to feel my dick inside your cunt with nothing else left to say?«

»J-Jacob, keep . . . keep going«, you mumbled under your breath while hooking a leg around his hips to take him in deeper if that was even still possible given that he was already balls-deep buried inside you.

»You should hear yourself, so needy for me to fuck her, the little princess«, he hissed. »You’re such a whore for my cock, aren’t you?«

You nodded as another moan rolled off your tongue, mixing his name and curse words into an incomprehensible sentence as you clenched around his dick, only seconds away from your release.

»Sweet how you don’t even try to deny it, fucking slut.«

Jacob clicked his tongue, scoffing at your pathetic whimpers when he sensed your approaching orgasm, attaching his thumb to your clit to draw figure eights on it.

»Wanna cum?« He waited for your reply, a muffled moan more than good enough for him to continue his merciless ministrations. »Then tell me who your cunt belongs to, bitch.«

You whined in pleasure as the fire in your abdomen threatened to explode, your brain was too fogged by lust to form a proper sentence. »You, Jacob . . . My pussy . . . It’s all yours.«

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he pushed you over the edge, continuing his thrusts to help you ride out your orgasm while he chased his own.

»Cum inside of me, please«, you purred, toes curling at the overstimulation when Jacob draped your leg over his shoulder to hit you impossibly deeper.

»So now you’re even letting me paint your pretty cunt like the filthy whore you are?«

He thrust harshly a few more times, shooting his seed into you when he finally climaxed and let out a string of moans and curse words. Rolling back his head, he closed his eyes as he stilled inside you, feeling your walls pulse around him. »What about a second round?«

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okay i actually personally see jacob more on the soft side, but my hands kinda slipped ....

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kinktober — day 12 | breeding/daddy kink

daddy ~ • [choi seungcheol]

keep your focus on my hips and jeans

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader genre: smut, ddlg (?), dom!idol, sub! reader synopsis: in which seungcheol literally gives you everything he has word count: 572 warnings: breeding, daddy kink, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willie)

ayeee double post bc i’m still trying to catch up on the missing days ,,,,, and ik i said i will decide if someone requests two things but i literally couldn’t and then this idea came to me and here we are, i should go to sleep ,,,,,,

Easing into you, Seungcheol let out a low sigh as your walls clenched around his erection. His deep breaths tickled your skin when you felt the warm air touching your collarbones before he placed a kiss on the sensitive area of your body.

You moaned his name in dulcet tones, lips agape because of the pleasure he gave you while you tangled your hand in his dark hair, gently tugging at the strands as you closed it into a fist at the feeling between your legs.

He was balls-deep inside of you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot as stars began to dance in front of your eyes. One of his hands found your thigh, gently stroking it before he draped it across his waist, the new angle allowing him to push into you impossibly deeper.

»You feel amazing, little one«, he purred as he quickened his pace, his cock entering and leaving you as quick as his lips now moved against yours; feverish, aggressive, and hungry for more.

Letting out a deep sigh, you closed your eyes, back arching off the bed when he laced his thumb to your clit, drawing random shapes on it to pleasure you even more. He knew what he was doing, hours on hours together had taught him all your secrets; your weaknesses, your turn-ons, and your deepest desires.

»Fuck, daddy«, you whined, both your legs wrapping around his hips as you tried pulling him even closer. His groin kept hitting against yours, creating applause to your love as he continued with his thrusts. »I’m close, please . . . Let me cum.«

Seungcheol chuckled, removing his thumb from your clit and bringing it to your lips to have you taste your own essence on it. You kitten licked the tip of his finger, locking your eyes with his as you purposely clenched around his dick, feeling him twitch inside your walls.

»Want me to cum inside you, baby?«, he asked, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he peppered kisses on your heated skin. His lips felt soft against you, like the way his hands ghosted over your body in anticipation of his approaching orgasm. »Want me to paint you in white, my little princess?«

»Shit, yes«, you moaned, fisting the bedsheets when a loud sigh escaped your lips. »Cum inside of me! Please, breed me, daddy.«

»Are you sure?«

»Yes, fuck your babies into me, I wanna feel your everything inside my pussy.«

Mumbling praises through grit teeth, Seungcheol reattached his thumb to your clit, massing it in circles as he hit your sweet spot a few more times before he shot his seed into you. Strings of his cum connected the tip of his dick with your entrance when he pulled out, only using his fingers to help you reach your own high.

You screamed his name, drowning in pleasure as your climax shook your body before he shoved his dick back inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm and preventing his precious juice from getting wasted.

»As you wish, darling.« Slow thrusts accompanied his hushed voice when he purred into your ear as he fucked his cum back into you. »I’ll fuck my babies so deep into you, you’re gonna think of me every time you take a step and feel how empty your pretty little pussy feels without my cock inside of you.«

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this was the first time i ever saw seungcheol as daddy and boy, i'm glad u sent this request lmao

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober — day 11 | somnophilia

pillowtalk • [ji changmin]

a place that is so pure, so dirty and raw

pairing: ji changmin x gn!reader genre: smut, established relationship, kinda fluffy (i mean look at him !!!!), soft sub!idol, dom!reader synopsis: in which you try a new way to wake up your boyfriend changing word count: 715 warnings: pet names, somnophilia, wake up blowjob

changmin is such a QT, i’m so soft for him pls ,,,,,,,,

Opening your eyes, you turned your head to the side, eyeing Changmin’s sleeping figure. His face was solely illuminated by the soft moonlight peeking through closed blinds, making his porcelain skin look even purer.

His lips were slightly parted as he let out a sleepy sigh, chest slowly raising and falling in deep sleep, when your eyes wandered from his face over to where the blanket covered his body.

One of his legs stuck out from the covers, he had kicked it away when it got too hot in the middle of the night. When your gaze got stuck on his thighs, you noticed he was only wearing boxers, so you cocked your head to one side, licking your lips as a sly smile crept onto them.

You carefully got out of bed, making sure not to wake him up, as you slipped out of the covers and walked around the bed to the foot end. Looking at him from the new position, you eyed Changmin in awe, his precious face pouting in his sleep tugged at your heartstrings as you silently got to your knees and slid back under the blanket between his legs.

Hoping your hands weren’t too cold yet, you pat up his legs to find the band of his boxers, only to glide your hand in and pull his dick out. Changmin squirmed, opening his legs further while letting out a sigh you could barely hear because of the blanket enveloping you. Stilling your movement, you shot a glance up at him, trying to make out whether or not he woke up by your action.

You slowly pumped his length a few times, feeling his girth in your hand, before you placed a kiss on his tip and licked off the precum that already spilled out.

The bitter taste of it made you quiver, salty flavors weren’t your case anyway and this surely wasn’t too much of a snack either, but still, you loved the way Changmin felt inside of your mouth when you finally took him all the way in.

Carefully hollowing your cheeks around his shaft, you wrapped your hand around the lower part that didn’t fit into your mouth, massaging his erection as you started bopping your head.

Changmin jerked again, this time tangling a hand in your hair as he let out a silent moan. He pulled the blanket off you, his eyes finding yours as he watched you releasing his dick from between your lips before you turned your attention to his tip again.

Kitten licking the head of his cock, you looked at him with innocent eyes, drool gathering in the corner of your lips and rolling down his shaft in a big droplet. You kissed him again, wrapping your hand around him and pumping him a few times, Changmin’s grip on your hair getting tighter as his cock twitched in your hand.

»Keep going«, he whispered through gritted teeth as he screwed his eyes shut in pleasure. »I’m close.«

A loud moan escaped his lips, making Changmin scrunch his face in pleasure as he thrust into your hand, his other hand finding his lips for him to bite on as an attempt to conceal the praises that lingered on his lips.

Yet, when you took him back between your lips and hollowed your cheeks around his girth again, he couldn’t stop the whimpers that slipped past. He was close, you could feel his cock throbbing against your tongue when you swirled it around his tip once more.

Arching his back off the bed, Changmin released his warm seed, painting your mouth in white as you swallowed, carefully trying not to waste a single drop of his essence.

Bopping your head a few more, gentle times, you helped him come down from his high as he took a deep breath, his heartbeat racing and the hair of his fringe stuck to the sweat on his forehead.

He gently stroked your head, apologizing for pulling your hair like that, and pulled you up to lay your head on his chest. A warm smile lay on his lips when you snuggled against him, and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

»What a nice way to wake me up, you should do that more often.«

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he's a baby for me and u can't change my mind, hope you liked it, changmin anon :3

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kinktober — day 10 | squirting

church • [sim jaeyun]

you’re wearing nothing but my t-shirt

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader genre: ons between best friends!au, college!au, sub!idol, dom!reader synopsis: in which jake and you are something between best friends and lovers with no actual relationship status, so when you meet him with other people at a party he said he wouldn’t attend shit gets real between you . . . word count: 2571 warnings: curse words ig, unprotected sex (don’t be a spunky, cover your monkey), fingering, a lil orgasm denial and thigh riding, jake kinda gets tortured a bit, squirting

yeah, jake is giving me fuckboy vibes asf and i ain’t even sorry for putting that out there like this lol (ly jake <;3)

oh and, this got so damn long because i kinda had 3 daydreams about jake and they all merged in my head to create this, so i hope you like it hehe

Taking a sip of your cocktail, you let your eyes wander through the room, avoiding eye contact as best as you could since it was uncommon for girls your age to show up to parties alone. Only when you heard chatter and a strangely familiar voice coming closer, you risked a look upwards, resulting in meeting the eyes of a known but unexpected face.

»Jake?«

He was standing almost directly in front of you, surrounded by three other guys you recognised as Jay, Sunghoon and Heeseung, who had his arm wrapped around a girl‘s waist. Incredulously looking from face to face, you bit the inside of your cheek, a small wave of anger making you clench your hand around the glass you just drank out of.

»What a surprise to see you here.«

His voice almost dripped with sarcasm, the raised eyebrow and the cocky smile only underlining how much of a fuckboy he had become. You remembered the beginning of the school year, when he noticed how lost you were during Physics and he kindly offered to help you study for the exams.

You took his offer with great appreciation, maybe also because his eyes glistened in excitement and the sweet smile that curled on his lips woke up the butterflies in your stomach. Back then, even his outer appearance was a lot different.

His smile was honest and his eyes warm, the oversized sweaters and plaid shirts he wore making him look like the absolute boyfriend. You could feel the effect all that had on you throughout your tutoring sessions, when you had gotten a lot closer and flirty-sounding jokes became more common.

He loved to make you giggle when he pretended not to know an answer, just to make you explain the whole exercise again, which often resulted in you understanding your mistakes and doing better on the tests. Still, you felt like there could have been more between you if both of you had allowed it to be.

Gazing up and down his slim body, you tried to uncover the nice young boy he was while letting his current appearance have his influence on you. The leather jackets and dark colours he seemed to have gotten into really matched his cold gaze and the false smile he carried on his face now.

You didn’t know what happened to him during winter break after you hugged him goodbye when lessons ended on the last day of school and couldn’t stop blushing on your way home because of the way he booped your nose with his after his gaze kept jumping from your eyes to your lips and back over while he chewed on his bottom lip as if he was pondering whether or not to kiss you.

On the first day after vacation, you couldn’t even recognise him by the way he talked and acted, unable to say hello out of surprise when you saw him again. He had the same arrogant grin plastered on his lips when he came up to you and pulled you into a half-hearted hug, all the warmth you connected to his body replaced by ice as you looked at his face, too astonished to process his behaviour.

Now you felt the bass of the roaring music in your stomach, Jake’s bitter eyes piercing yours as he clenched his jaw while straightening up his posture.

»It’s unusual for you to go to parties without me.«

The reference to the first and last party you went to in his company felt like a punch in the face as it brought up memories you thought you had digested since then. Your tummy felt uneasy at the wave of emotions that crashed over you as you pressed your lips together at the phantom kiss ghosting over them.

You could still feel his tongue in your mouth, his lips moving against yours in a feverish tempo as the liquid courage rushed through your veins. His hands rested on your hips as you moved onto his lap, clinging to him impossibly closer while you clasped your hands in his hair.

When you arrived at your place, Jake’s hands were restless roaming your body as he carried you to the bedroom and let you down on the bed. He was gentle with you, the icy facade he created crumbling under the soft touches you exchanged when his lips ghosted over you and he carefully helped you fall over the edge with the tender movements of his hips.

The next morning you woke up, still smelling his perfume on your pillow and feeling his touches and kisses but Jake was nowhere to be found. Looking down your body you noticed yourself wearing one of his oversized shirts, the one you secretly always liked and still kept in the back of your closet because there was no way you could just go up to him and give it back.

Snapping out of your trance, you realised Jake still stood in front of you with his stupidly attractive face; his doe eyes still stuck on yours, his tongue still poking the inside of his cheek and his lips ever looking so soft.

You pushed yourself off the armchair, standing face to face on eye-level with him now as you eyed him up and down.

»You’re such an arrogant asshole, Sim Jaeyun«.

With a flick of your wrist, your cocktail ended up on his white shirt, seeping through the fabric and leaving a bright pink spot on his chest. You turned around on your heels, clutching the glass tightly as you felt the eyes of everyone close enough to have witnessed the situation turning to you.

Yet, you didn’t care as you stormed out of the room, Jake’s shouts of your name mere whispers in the mass of noises that filled the whole apartment when he ran after you.

»Fucking hell, stop already!«

His voice was loud in the hallway, echoing off the walls as he stood behind you, heavily breathing when he reached out to grab your wrist and spin you around to have you face him again.

»Leave me alone«, you hissed, pulling your arm out of his hold. »Wasn’t that hard after you woke up at my place either, remember?«

»Fuck that was a mistake, okay?«

»The whole thing or just you leaving me all alone with your shirt?«

»Wait, you still have it, don’t you?«

»That was not my question, Jaeyun.«

His silence was loud as his eyes focused on the floor, remorse painting his face as he struggled to find words to explain his situation. You shook your head, scoffing at how quiet he got once he was confronted with a situation he couldn’t escape with jokes, money or his dumb smile.

You turned your back on him, reaching for the door knob as he grabbed hold of your shoulders, putting an arm around you as he pulled you into a room next to the apartment door.

»What the fuck is in here? A dungeon in which y’all keep girls as slaves or something?«, you hissed into the darkness.

Jake chuckled, turning around the key and switching on the light before he leaned his back against the door and crossed his arms in front of his body.

»We’re all weird but trust me, none of us is that sick.«

»Then what are we doing here?«

»Were gonna talk this out now.«

A loud laugh escaped your throat as you arched an eyebrow at him, not being able to comprehend his intention.

»Shut up, Jake. I don’t want to talk about anything with you.«

You aimed for the door, only to find yourself pinned against it in the break of a second, Jake’s body pressing you against it as he bit the inside of his cheek again.

»You’re younger than me, show some respect and stop running away when I’m speaking to you.«

His voice sounded strict, unlike the teasing tone his voice carried in the living room when he reminded you of your last night together.

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for a discussion as you tried getting him off of you.

»Yeah, I’m younger than you, but trust me when I say my dick is bigger than yours.«

You imitated his earlier facial expression, the greasy smile and the eyebrow move he did when he came talking to you. Fighting him with his own weapons seemed like a good idea to you, so you leaned your forehead against his, one of your hands tangling in his hair.

»What is that supposed to mean?«

He pulled away in confusion, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to decipher your actions, your lips dangerously close to touching.

»You, Jake Sim, are a cockthinker, which makes me the smarter one.«

A satisfied grin crept on your lips as you stuck out your tongue to him and mocked the way his confusion grew with each passing second.

»I am a what?«

»A cockthinker. You thought I wouldn’t spread my legs for you anymore because we both know I can’t do this whole „no strings attached“ crap, so you came here with the hope of finding someone else to shove your dick inside.«

»And that is why your dick is bigger than mine?«

You shrugged, the answer to his question more than obvious in your opinion.

»Yup.«

Jake stepped back, running a hand through his hair as he gazed at your legs and back at your face, a concentrated smirk on his lips.

»Pants down and prove it.«

»What?«

»Proof or it’s not true.«

»You’re so pathetic«, you scoffed, unbuttoning your pants and pulling the zipper down. You pulled the belt out of the hoops and kicked the pants off your legs as you stepped closer to him, one of your hands on his chest as you pulled him to you by his collar. »I’m not scared of you.«

»Oh baby, you should be«, he purred. His jacket and shirt ended up on the floor next to your pants, your top following suit as his typical smirk crept back onto his lips.

»Why? Scared I’m better than you?«

He took off his pants, stripping his underwear off with them as you dropped your panties and bra right next to you and guided him towards what seemed to be the guest bed.

»No, just convinced you’re gonna cum first.«

You clicked your tongue, pushing him on the bed as you slipped onto his lap, clutching the belt you still had in your other hand tighter as you forced him to lie down on his back.

»You can’t always win, Jaeyun«

Using your free hand, you pumped his throbbing cock before aligning him with your entrance and sinking down on him as you pinned his hands above his head. Fixating them on the bedframe with your belt, you sighed at how deliciously he stretched out your walls.

»You look amazing like this, Jakey«, you purred, placing a kiss on his lips as you rocked your hips against his. Breaking off the kiss, you threw your head back with a moan, setting a pace with your movements while Jake just watched his dick disappearing inside of you.

You rested your hands on his chest to support yourself as you repeatedly lifted yourself and sank back down on him, burying his dick between your folds accompanied by sighs and moans of his name.

His eyes were screwed shut as you felt him tensing up underneath you, groans and whimpers occasionally leaving his lips as you sensed his approaching orgasm by the way his dick twitched inside of you.

A dirty grin flitted across your lips as you raised your body once more, this time without sinking back down. Jake’s eyes snapped open and he furrowed his eyebrows, caught by surprise at the sudden loss of friction.

»What the fuck?«

»You’re so desperate, how sweet«, you cooed, slipping off his lap and kneeling on the bed next to him with spread legs, your wet cunt on full display for him to marvel at.

»Fuck you.«

He tried freeing his hands from the belt as you stuck out your tongue, licking two of your fingers before gently pushing them inside you to replace the missing feeling of his dick between your folds. You smiled in satisfaction at his frustrated sigh, his eyes glued to your digits moving in and out of you.

»Can’t you at least sit on my face or something?«

You moaned out his name, followed by a string of curse words as you enhanced the speed between your thighs, lewd noises filling the room along with your heavy breathing and Jake’s sounds of annoyance.

»Oh, come on«, he whined, tugging at the belt again but failing miserably.

You shrugged, bottom lip held hostage between your teeth as you sighed his name again.

»You should try begging for it.«

»I’m not gonna fucking beg you.«

You pulled your fingers out of your cunt, licking them clean as you moved back onto his lap, sitting down on his thigh and rubbing your soaking wet pussy against his skin once.

His thigh tensed underneath you as he took a deep breath, whispering »Okay, okay. Please just . . . do something«, with a brittle voice as you drew small circles on his abs and chest.

»You should hear yourself, baby boy«, you chuckled at his fucked out state, pearls of sweat forming on his forehead as he tried to keep up his facade even with you torturing him like that. »So desperate to cum but too shy to work for it.«

»Just fucking let me, okay?«

Raising an eyebrow at him, you signalled he knew what he had to do for you to allow him to cum, before you went back to riding his thigh with the same unbothered pace you had set when you first sank onto his dick.

Another sigh of Jake‘s name rolled off your tongue, finally breaking his facade and pushing him all the way into submission.

»Babe, please let me finish«, he whined, his voice cracking and tears pooling in his eyes.

»What a good boy you are«, you purred and locked lips with him as you let him push his dick back into your throbbing cunt.

A few thrusts upwards helped Jake reach his orgasm as you untied his hands and let him place them on your hips to guide you towards oblivion. His sloppy thrusts along with his lips all over your upper body soon made you catch your high as you squirted onto his hips and thighs with a loud moan.

He carefully thrusted up a few more times, riding out both your orgasms as he felt your juice running over his skin. His chest moved quickly, heavy breaths filling the room as you got off his lap, hissing at how empty your core felt all of a sudden.

»You should take the lead more often«, Jake sighed, rubbing his sore wrists as a low chuckle echoed in his throat.

»Sure thing, baby boy.« You kissed his lips again, stroking the sweaty hair out of his face and placing a kiss on his forehead too. »But we still have a discussion ahead of us first.«

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ik i suck at properly timing stuff ,,, and this os got so long geeeeeeeez ,,,, anyways, ik i’m almost a week late and i promise i‘ll try catching up with the other stories asap

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kinktober — day 9 | multiple orgasms

love talk • [liu yangyang]

touch me, tease me, feel me up

pairing: liu yangyang x fem!reader genre: smut, ons!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which yangyang takes you home after meeting you at the club word count: 1377 warnings: multiple orgasms, fingering (fem receiving), oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe y‘all)

for personal reasons i will never write yang^2 smut again

»Don’t get attached to me«, the young man whispered, a joking subtone coloring his voice as he placed his lips on yours in a feverish kiss.

He slowly dragged his lips down your neck, his breath ghosting over your collarbones as you let out a deep sigh. He had you wrapped around the tips of his long fingers; one glance had been enough for you to stay fixed on him as he swayed to the rhythm at the club, drink in one hand as he gestured towards you to come closer.

The way his dark eyes were hooded with something unexplainable made your brain switch to auto-pilot as you stepped towards him, the liquid courage pumping through your veins blocking off any thoughts of how stupid you could possibly be.

Especially after he didn’t only dance closer to you than anyone ever did before, he also managed to convince you to leave the club with him. Now you found yourself at his place, his hands roaming your body as he slowly undressed you.

You were sober enough to understand what was happening, yet you found yourself in a daze, the lust you felt for him stronger than the fact he was a stranger. Stronger than the fact this was a one time thing.

You knew you would never see him again after this, yet you were too selfish to care. He was the one seducing you, so naturally you had to give in to the fun he was offering.

Snapping out of your dream-like state, you realized his hands stroking the dress you wore off your shoulders, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear as he peppered kisses on the newly revealed skin. As if it was glue, his lips kept sticking to it, ghosting over what had been covered just seconds ago, before you bared for him and his eyes only.

His hot breath against your sensitive skin chased goosebumps down your spine and you felt your cheeks flush as he rested his hands on your hips.

»Are you okay?«, he suddenly asked.

The atmosphere in the room drastically shifted at his unexpected question but you only placed your hands on his stomach, stroking them up to his chest before you started unbuttoning his shirt.

»Perfectly fine«, you hummed, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back in for a kiss. He groaned at your tongue trying to slip past his lips as you fiddled with his belt to get rid of his pants.

Noticing your hands there, he quickly grabbed your wrists and pushed you onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head. You exhaled deeply, his figure hovering over you as a low chuckle escaped his throat.

»Oh baby, you‘re playing by my rules tonight«, he purred, slowly running his hands down your body, hooking his fingers under the hem of your panties as he stroked down your legs.

Out of reflex, you closed them, the cold air on your cunt making you hiss, as he pushed your legs back open.

He placed a kiss on your clit, licking a strip up your folds as he dipped his tongue inside you. You whined out his name, reaching out to tangle your fingers in his hair as he mumbled incomprehensible praises against your pussy.

You arched your back off the bed in pleasure when he added a finger inside you while his tongue drew merciless circles on your bud and moaned his name in high notes, the knot in your stomach tightening as your orgasm grew closer.

His hot breath on your sensitive area only added to your bliss, while he repeatedly told you how good you were doing, like a mantra stuck in his brain. He took his time with you, occasionally coming up from between your legs to catch a look at how your face twisted when he hit your sweet spot.

Two of his fingers already felt so good inside of you, you couldn’t even imagine how his dick must feel. Clenching around his digits inside you, you shouted his name as your orgasm overcame you and shook your body, back arching off the bed again.

A dirty grin curled his lips as he pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean before he sank his tongue into your hole again, eating you out like a starved man and pushing you over the edge again as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed at the sudden pain when the crescent marks you left on his skin turned to scratches that came up his neck, all the way to the back of his head.

»So you really want me to wear turtlenecks for the whole next week«, he chuckled against your center, the second orgasm already approaching because of the way his tongue moved in and out of you at the same pace his fingers did before.

Tears started pooling in your eyes and you bit your bottom lip to silence your moans, preventing them from turning into screams of his name as a second wave of bliss shook your body.

He licked a strip between your folds once more, snorting at the way your pussy clenched around nothing when he reached your numbing clit with the tip of his tongue.

»Already so fucked out and I didn’t even get to use my dick yet.«

His voice sounded scolding, as if it was your fault your core got sensitive after he made you cum twice.

You couldn’t think of anything to reply, brain too fogged by lust as you held a staring contest with the ceiling, too much going through your head to connect the noises you heard to clothes being taken off.

Only when you felt his hands on your thighs again, you were brought back to reality, the sore muscles in your thighs fighting against the urge to keep them open.

Yangyang clicked his tongue, mumbling a comment to your fucked out state as he aligned himself with your entrance, bottom lip held hostage between his teeth as he pushed into you again.

You whined out his name when his girth stretched out your strained walls again as he slowly reached your sweet spot with his tip.

»How are you still so tight«, he purred, ghosting over your torso with his lips to give you some time to get used to him inside of you. »Your pussy still wants my dick even though you already had my fingers inside you? Did you not get enough yet?«

Your only answer was a pathetic whimper as he picked up the pace, repeatedly pounding into you, while he easily hit the spot that made you see stars.

You closed your eyes, the incomprehensible words rolling off your tongue a mixture of his name, praises and curse words as both of you chased your highs to the melody of skin hitting skin and the breathless sounds of your respiration.

Soon enough, his thrusts grew sloppier, a hint of his approaching high as you clenched around him once more, bucking up your hips to take him inside you impossibly deeper.

»So desperate to cum again? Didn’t I fuck you good enough already?«

The mocking tone of his voice didn’t even reach you, ears closed to any sound coming from his lips as you dissolved into pleasure and came on his dick, groaning his name through grit teeth.

Helping you ride out your orgasm, he also reached his high, shooting his seed into you as he pulled out, painting your walls and thighs in white.

»Shit, I’m sorry«, he panted as he rolled off you and breathlessly lay down next to you. »Didn’t mean to spread my babies everywhere.«

He silently giggled as a smile curled on your lips. You were too tired to join his laughter but still felt like you should credit him for that joke, so you turned your face to him and showed him your amused grin.

»Okay, not funny, I got it.« Planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, he pushed himself off the bed and picked up his boxers from the floor.

»You can stay the night if you want, but we gotta get you cleaned up first.«

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late asf but as promised, here it is yangyang anon ㅠㅠ

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kinktober — day 8 | thigh riding

roommates • [jung wooseok]

are we lovers or roommates now ?

pairing: jung wooseok x fem!reader genre: smut, roommates!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which your roommate wooseok admits he knows about your feelings for him and you get to enjoy his thighs word count: 882 warnings: thigh riding, reader has a crush on him

omg, they were roommates :O

Slamming his pen on the table, Wooseok let out an exhausted sigh. He rubbed his tired-looking eyes, yawning as he rested his face in his hands.

»Done.«

You smiled at his remark, gently stroking his hair as you mumbled a soft »Good job.«

His lips curled up in a sleepy grin when he took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles and nodding towards your essay. He was so gentle with you, even though he was nothing else than your roommate. You lived together with another real couple, everyone believing their influence would help you confess to each other at some point.

Still, you didn’t think he felt the way you did. He was so out of your league it was embarrassing to even like him in that way, you told yourself.

»Last sentence«, you finally replied after a good minute of silence. It had been about three hours since the both of you started working on your homework and neither of you were very concentrated to begin with.

But teamwork did make the dream work and either of you finished before the other roomies came home, more than enough time left to do whatever you wanted before the cutesy-couple-in-the-room type of atmosphere killed the whole mood.

Wooseok stroked a strand of hair behind your ear and rested his chin on your shoulder without putting too much weight on it.

»I‘ll go take a shower.«

You nodded and went back to writing the conclusion of your essay, your smirk totally resembling the one of a teenage girl in love. As if you behaved much different, you thought. Always smiling when he‘s around you, and as soon as he left you felt your heart grow heavy, even when he was just in the bathroom.

The sound of the droplets falling from the faucet and hitting the ground of the shower brought you back to reality.

Scribbling down whatever came to your mind, you finished off your work before letting out a deep sigh and stretching your body, knees cracking when you got up from the dining room chair.

You silently laughed to yourself, opening your ponytail and shaking your head before you gently massaged your scalp with your fingertips.

When you sat down on the sofa, Wooseok‘s tall figure was a mere silhouette in the dark corridor that connected the living room with the bathroom. But now that he was towering in the doorframe, your gaze moved from the lit TV screen to his body, examining him inch by inch as you let your eyes wander from his wet hair sticking to his forehead over his collarbones and chest muscles before it lingered on his chiseled abs and followed the curve of his V-line.

Your imagination dove underneath the band of his sweatpants, the print of his girth in the front feeding your curiosity of how big he must really be.

»Like what you see?«

You almost jumped at his sudden remark, eyes widening in shock as you realized how stupid you must have looked staring at him like that. Unable to reply, you tried catching your breath as he sat down next to you on the sofa, one of his hands gently cupping your face.

»I know what you feel for me«, he whispered and gently pecked your lips. »But you need to tell me what that look was supposed to mean.«

You took a deep breath, moving a hand to his thigh to push yourself up and leave the uncomfortable atmosphere but as soon as you tightened your grip on his leg, you stilled and turned your eyes to look at him.

»I wanna ride your thighs.«

Wooseok chuckled, a lump forming in your throat as he reached out his arms to slide his hands underneath your skirt, hiking it up and pulling down your panties. You stepped out of them, spreading your legs as you slipped onto his lap and rested your forehead against his shoulder.

»Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart«, he said and stroked your back. You could feel his muscles tense at your juice leaking onto his skin when you started rocking your hips against his and let out a silent moan, eyes screwed shut at how good he felt against your pussy.

His hands soon found their spot on your waist, guiding you and helping you keep the pace all while he rested his chin on your head.

Soft praises escaped him as he repeatedly told you how good you were doing and how pretty you looked, yet all you could reply were moans and whimpers, occasionally letting curses of his name slip through your grit teeth.

The gentle burn the friction brought you made you quiver, a wave of bliss shaking your body as Wooseok tensed the muscles in his thigh again and you rolled your pulsing clit over it.

You almost screamed his name, dissolving into pleasure as you climaxed, your essence dripping down his thigh when you stilled your movements, heavily panting as you let out a deep sigh.

»You did so well«, he purred, placing another kiss on your sweaty forehead as he helped you up from the sofa, letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

»Let’s get you cleaned up, before they come home, love.«

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this got softer than i imagined lmao, hope u like it wooseok anon

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kinktober — day 7 | overstimulation

fever • [choi san]

my body is burning up because of you

pairing: choi san x fem!reader genre: smut, side hoe!au, cheating!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which san blows off some steam with you, his side chick, but he feels too god for you to care word count: 770 warnings: overstimulation, fingering, reader is san’s partners best friend, a lil degradation

i literally forgot to schedule this one, i’m so sorry :((

A loud moan escaped your lips, as you dug your nails into San’s biceps, hips bucking against his hand in pleasure.

You whined out his name, two of his fingers inside of you for what felt like an hour as he slowly worked you closer to your release. You wanted to come so badly but every time he felt you clenching around his digits, he slowed down the pace before ramming back into you like there was no tomorrow.

As soon as he came home after practice, he picked you up and carried you to the living room, the frustration almost dripping off him as he nuzzled his head into the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your skin.

He had called you before, like he always does when he needed to release built up tension and his partner, your best friend didn't feel like it.

You played with his hair, gently stroking the back of his head, and asked him what was wrong. Not giving an answer, San locked his lips with yours, an upset sigh escaping him as he wordlessly fiddled with the strings of your sweatpants.

Ridding yourself of the piece of clothing, you opened your legs, San’s finger already finding its way between your folds where it lingered for a few seconds before he pushed it inside.

You moaned at the feeling, his long digit reaching places you never knew existed because you could never touch them yourself. A sly smile curled on his lips when relaxation hit him, his chest now moving slower as his angry breathing calmed down.

He pounded his finger into you, occasionally removing it completely to hear you begging him to continue. San loved the effect he had on you, the way he just had to raise his eyebrows for you to get up and undress for him.

You on the other hand loved the way he curled his fingers inside your cunt, stretching your walls out even more when he added a second finger.

»Imagine what BF/N would say if they saw you like this«, he purred and kissed your lips again. »You with my fingers inside your pretty pussy, moaning my name while they think I’m still at practice.«

You sighed with a grin on your lips, not even caring about what your best friend would say. San fucked you too good for you to care and they didn’t worship him nearly as much as you did.

Obviously, you only were there for his fun, still, with his hands between your legs and his lips all over your neck you felt like something special.

»You sound so pretty when you moan my name like this«, he whispered.

Arching your back off the bed, you rolled your hips against his hand, desperately chasing your high as he continued with his slow pace, the burning sensation making your walls tingle.

»I’m getting sensitive, Sannie«, you breathed, eyes screwed shut and face twisting in pleasure when he raised your hips to hit you at a better angle. He touched your sweet spot so easily, repeatedly stroking it and pushing you closer to the edge.

The line between you climaxing and reaching the point of overstimulation was a damn thin one and San made you walk it in stiletto high heels, yet he managed to make you suffer in bliss a little longer before finally adding his thumb to your clit, drawing circles on it and sending you over the edge, your thighs trembling at the sudden wave crashing over you.

A loud moan of his name escaped you and you bit your lip to prevent a swear word from following, San’s fingers still moving inside you to help you ride out your orgasm.

Your whole body twitched and jerked forward, clit going numb at his pace and the soft burning of overstimulation.

»San~«, you whined as he chuckled at your vain attempt to push away his hand. Pathetically failing at it, you grabbed his wrist and bit the back of your other hand, the sensation between your legs making you fall in a daze.

»C’mon slut, you know you like it«, he huffed and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, a huge contrast to his restless actions inside your pussy. »You take my fingers so well.«

You mumbled incomprehensible praises at the way his hand felt, the words spluttering out of your mouth without any sense, before he harshly pulled out of you, the empty feeling making your press your legs together to keep the cold air from hitting your soaking wet cunt.

»Let’s get you cleaned up, the members will come home soon.«

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my brain kinda is in standby-mode this week, i sincerely apologize san anon ㅠㅠ

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober — day 6 | public teasing

tease • [bang chan]

i want it bad bad bad, your love

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader genre: smut, fake couple!au, reader low-key has a crush on him, dom!idol, sub!reader (for some reason it got a bit angsty ?) synopsis: in which your fake boyfriend chan takes to you to a poker game and you decide to play with him in a different way word count: 1268 warnings: public teasing, mentions of alcohol

i have about the same knowledge of poker as y/n in this story, hope what i wrote makes any sense ,,,,,, (lmk if it doesn’t pls)

Gently wrapping his arm around your waist, Chan introduced you to his colleagues, all of them seemingly more interested in your cleavage than your name. You felt their eyes on your exposed skin, staring like a hawk focused on its prey, a grin curling up your lips as you realized how obviously pissed your fake boyfriend got by the way he squeezed you tight and straightened his posture, jaw clenched and hand shut in a fist that was ready to throw punches at whomever.

Yet, the best idea you got from his behavior was that you were going to play with him tonight. For the sole purpose of finding out how long it would take until he got his sweet revenge on you - and your pussy.

You clenched around nothing just by thinking of how good he would fuck you back into submission once you got him riled up enough to make him break the business facade he put on every time he left the house.

Upon finishing the round of introduction you placed a kiss on his cheek, leaving the group of men alone and moving around the room to the buffet table where you picked up a glass of champagne.

Sipping the beverage, you followed each of Chan‘s movements with your eyes. The way he explained so vividly with his whole body brought a smile to your lips which, unlike your earlier grin contained nothing but love for him. The man you would gladly spend the rest of your days with if it wasn’t for the fact that you were the only one feeling that way whereas he only saw you as his companion for events like this.

Your chest grew heavy, so you figured the best way to make it through the night and to help you carry out your plan was some more liquid courage in your system.

Aiming for the bar you strolled through the room, Chan‘s eyes on you as you swung your hips with each step, the short skirt of your dress riding up dangerously high, exposing the pale skin of your thighs. You could feel his ice-cold gaze on you, your ass to be precise, and the thought of him tensing up, eyes fixed on you like a panther ready to attack only furled your confidence even more.

The pretty bartender shot you a cheeky smile when you ordered a cocktail and winked at him while taking the first sip before turning around and making your way back to your faux lover. He raised an eyebrow when you stood next to him, eyes moving from the glass in your hand back to your eyes.

»Tequila Sunrise.«

You smiled at him, pretending to only be here for the fun, alcohol, and to make him look better. It was part of your pact, he took you to special events to not show up alone and when it was over he drove you home, and depending on how well you behaved, you either were rewarded or punished. Needless to say that whatever you did, the sex was the best you ever had, whether it was “Good girl” or “Fucking brat” you were called.

What you got from the whole situation was everything but fun, sex aside. All he gave you were butterflies and lovesickness, the unrequited feelings hurting you far more than they were supposed to. Well, you got everything else you wanted. Chic dresses, attention, and a good reputation among the rich but never his love.

You swallowed hard, the alcohol pumping through veins still not enough to suppress your emotions. Your legs felt weak when you went for the bar again, ordering another drink to take back to the conversation.

»Get your shit together«, Chan whispered when you came back once more after placing a meaningless kiss on your cheek. »You’re not supposed to get drunk on my watch, remember?«

You replied a muffled »Yes«, inaudible to the rest of the guests but loud enough to be heard by the one that was supposed to. He nodded, a pleased smile on his lips as he stroked your cheek.

»Good girl«, he mouthed with his eyes piercing yours to find any trace of an evil plan you were plotting. Luckily for you, he believed your act, still did even though he seemed to sense something was off.

Soon enough he sat down at a table one of his colleagues preparing everything for a round of poker. Next to Chan stood an empty chair, ready for you to sit on and pretend you were really into what your “boyfriend” was playing and whether or not he was winning.

You put on your most believable smile, giggling at every bad joke that was told throughout the preparation of the game, all while resting your hand on Chan‘s knee.

When the cards were dealt, you shot a glance at Chan‘s hand not understanding any of the rules or how useful those cards were, yet you grinned at him just for keeping up the act.

He smiled back, nodding at the other players to symbolize the beginning of the game.

Silence quickly washed over everyone, as they focused on what was happening at the table, occasionally commenting on the course of the game. Apparently, Chan was doing pretty well, given the way his eyes glistened with joy, so you decided now was the time to attack and distract him a little.

Gently stroking up and down his thigh your hand continued to come dangerously close to his dick, tension rising in him, as he shot you a glance and almost invisibly shook his head to signal you to stop.

You raised an eyebrow, pretending not to know what he meant as you started palming his growing bulge. He clenched his jaw at your action, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan.

»You alright, Bang?«

Whipping his head around, Chan removed your hand from his hard-on and nodded slightly, reassuring his colleagues that he was alright. You licked your lips, a triumphant gleam in your eyes when he went back to playing after opening the first button of his shirt.

Once he was immersed in the game again, you repeated your action this time opening the zipper with a swift motion of your wrist, the red tablecloth hiding your hand between his legs. You undid his button too, pushing your hand between his thighs to make him spread them, allowing you easier access to his cock, gently touching it through the fabric of his pre-cum stained boxers.

Chan bit his lip, eyes darkening and the veins on his hands growing visible as he started to get pissed off at your little game.

Letting out a deep sigh, he slammed his hands on the table when a break was called and you zipped his pants back up before he grabbed your wrist and got up from his chair.

»We‘ll go get some fresh air, mind calling us when you are ready to continue?«, he asked, voice tinted with anger before he dragged you out of the room and into the fresh air of the night.

Spinning you around, he pushed you against a wall, his hands pinning yours above your head by the wrist as his eyes stared straight into your soul.

»I swear to god, I‘m so going to make you regret this, you fucking brat«, he hissed, the print of his bulge in his pants making it hard for you to focus on his face.

»Now get on your knees and finish what you started!«

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okay, ik i wanted to post at 1pm but i had a maths exam this morning and had to write this during my free period after lunch break, hope you still enjoy it, bang chan anon :3

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@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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