#a) it has fuck all to do with him and b) who cares honestly?

[lament-of-lust]

Could you do a nsfw alphabet with the Jun-ho? 😋

| JUNHO NSFW ALPHABET |

| top and bottom male reader

| nsfw headcannons for our fave police officer cuz he’s adorable and i love him

| warnings: 18+, sexual content, some of these are sfw but most are nsft, MALE READERRRRR

A: aftercare

junho is heavy on aftercare when you’re the bottom. he loves taking care of you and making sure you’re comfortable, but when he bottoms he doesn’t need much aftercare at all. he prioritizes you.

B: body part

he LOVES your waist. hands are always on it. always has his arm around your waist in public.

C: cum

he needs you to cum until your satisfied, even if it means he doesn’t get to.

D: dick

he’s an absolute dick guy. he loves yours. a lot. always wants it in his mouth.

E: edging

he isn’t a big fan of doing it to you, but LOVES you doing it to him. the amount of control you have is perfect.

F: foreplay

he definitely needs it. he doesn’t wanna get right into sex without anything coming before, whether it’s role playing, making out, or flirting.

G: goofy (how serious is he during sex)

he’s pretty serious and dedicated to pleasing you, but he’ll match your energy.

H: hair

he’s not shaved clean, but he does groom himself well. happy trail is very present.

I: icks

he really doesn’t like anything where you might feel uncomfortable. cnc is definitely hard for him, because he hates seeing you in distress. consent is so important for him.

J: jealousy

he’s not obsessively jealous, but if he sees you with other men he’ll definitely ask you and pester you about it to make sure you love him. it’s an insecurity aspect, not controlling.

K: kinks

he wasn’t too kinky at first, but once you introduced him to things like bondage and role plays, he was crazy into it. he loves power dynamics.

L: longing

he misses you a lot when you’re gone. even if you’re only gone for a day, he’s so desperate when you’re back. super clingy.

M: marriage

he would want to marry you after a year or two, because if you’ve been dating for that long, it’s about time for a ring.

N: noise

he makes a lot of whimpering noises when he’s on top. he gets embarrassed about it, but you encourage him to keep making the sounds. same for when he’s bottoming- he is shy, but you encourage him to keep going.

O: open (would he want an open relationship)

absolutely not. he would be jealous. it would take a lot of convincing and reassuring for him to be able to do it. he would also feel like he’d be cheating if he were to do it, even if you assure him you’re okay with it.

P: porn

he doesn’t watch much porn, but if you wanted to watch some together, he would totally be into that. he feels like it’s cheating if it’s not together.

Q: queer

he knew he was gay for a long time. he’s still shy around the subject.

R: roleplay

he likes police role plays, surprise surprise. especially if you’re a criminal who seduces him to get out of a charge.

S: somno

he isn’t a big fan of it. he wouldn’t want to fuck you while you’re asleep, but he would want you to do it to him.

T: threesomes

he initially didn’t want one, but later confronted you with the idea again. and surprisingly, he loved it. he bottomed, and honestly liked how he had 2 men fucking him, especially because one of them was you.

U: unfair

he likes being teased a lot. bully him, degrade him, do whatever. he loves it.

V: volume

he’s quiet aside from whimpers and groans when he is on top. but when he bottoms, he moans like crazy. he needs you to know how much he likes it. and he absolutely always loves it, so much.

W: wild card

he has a MAJOR kink for getting tied up.

X: x ray!

7 inches long, 1 and a half wide. long vein through the bottom. do with that what you will.

Y: yearning

he has a pretty high sex drive on most days. he’s down for whatever you wanna do- so say the word, and he’ll be down to fuck you, or have you fuck him.

Z: zzz

he falls asleep pretty fast if you’re cuddling after. he wants to fall asleep in your arms every time.

[upperranktwo]

I had a fun day today!!! Going to a con with my sister is always a good laugh and glad to have managed to get some decent things!!! Has definitely made me super tired tho!

[lucky7i]

oh for someone to read dees texts with norman…. oh for it to change something for good

[faetealights]

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[tttabii]

— 박종성 unexpected problems ; park jongseong

pairing ꪆৎ gentleman!jay x reader ; genre: fluff. one sided enemy to lovers. reader swears that she hates jongseong's guts. word count: 5855.

YOU SWORE THAT PARK JONGSEONG was a living breathing problem.

It was all triggered when he spilled an entire cup of iced americano onto your blouse in front of the humanities building. It was a nice day—sunny, calm, until he bumped into your shoulder with his loud laugh.

The second the freezing liquid soaked through the fabric, and your audible gasp reverberated in the hallway, all he did was look down, blink, a few times... then give you a ward cash.

No "sorry."

No "are you okay?"

Just... fucking money.

You remembered his expression too. Like it was no big deal. Like he bumped a water bottle over, not his cup of coffee on your whole outfit and morning.

And since then, you resolved: Jay Park, is not a good man.

It didn't help that your friend group had the biggest crushes on his.

"Sunghoon's so cute I want to cry,"

"Ni-ki's dancing are unreal."

"Jongseong has such good boyfriend energy, like—ugh, imagine."

"Do you think he smells good?? He looks like he smells good."

You just wanted to scream.

What could be interesting about a bunch of rich boys playing sports? What could you find appealing about these kids who acted like campus royalty? Especially Jay, the way he walked like the whole school was his catwalk? That shit-eating grin like he had a thousand secrets when you definitely weren't interesting enough to even know one?

You didn't care if he was hot. Or rich. Or had nice hair that always flopped perfectly over his eyes. No. You were not like all the other students. You weren't going to fall for it.

...that is until the professor told you about your new seating arrangements.

And just like that—you were seat partners with Park Jongseong.

He never ignored a chance to talk to you, either. From day one.

"Are you always this quiet or do I scare you?"

"That's a nice pen. You want me to get you a gold one?"

"Your notes are too cute for you to hate this class."

You either waved him off or answered him in one word. But he never stopped trying. The effort was honestly... strange.

Jay, however, noticed every little thing.

The way you always furrowed your brows when trying to understand something.

How you fidgeted with the cap of your pen during pop quizzes.

How you zoned out halfway through lectures but still somehow managed to pass.

He remembered the coffee incident, unfortunately.

And maybe he should've said sorry instead of throwing money.

But you looked so pissed, he genuinely thought you were going to throw the cup at his head.

Still, he noticed you in the crowd.

At the basketball match.

Under the scorching sun.

Not screaming his name like the others, but sitting stiffly, clearly dragged there by your friends, lip gloss melting off from the heat. You didn't even like him—he knew that—but something about you kept catching his attention.

Today when you walked in late a cup of coffee was waiting for you on your desk.

You stared at it, then stared at him. You stared back at the cup, and then back at him.

Jay, crossed arms leaning back in his seat looking way, way too smug.

"It's for you. An apology," he said nonchalantly.

You blinked. "Took you that long to apologize?"

"Hey, at least I apologize," he said raising an eyebrow.

You scoffed, pulled out your laptop, and opened up your notes—fighting the way your lips twitched. Not a smile. Not at all. Class moved slowly. You did your best to pay attention, but Jay's tapping his pen and glancing at you every so often pulled you out of your thoughts.

It wasn't until the professor began writing complicated diagrams on the board that you furrowed your brows in confusion. You didn't say anything—but Jay noticed.

Without saying much, he leaned a bit closer and explained it quietly, simplifying everything so well that you almost forgot you were mad at him.

"...Oh. That... actually makes sense," you muttered, barely taking your eyes off your screen.

He just shrugged like it was nothing.

But Jungwon—who sat behind you two—definitely heard the soft "thank you" you mumbled under your breath. He noticed how you didn't pull away as quickly when Jay leaned in. He noticed the slight shifts in your body language.

Maybe Jay wasn't just a problem anymore.

Maybe he was becoming... an unexpected one.

After class, you hurriedly grabbed your stuff, and made your way right outside the hall, where you eventually found yourself scrolling through your phone to pass the time until your friends showed up.

They came a few minutes later, immediately nudging each other, as one leaned toward your ear and said, "Don't freak out. But Jay's totally watching you right now."

You looked up, and sure enough—in that moment he sat leaning against the brick wall with Jungwon by his side, arms crossed, hair a little tousled from running his fingers through it, and staring at you directly.

He wasn't even pretending not to look.

And you tried not to look interested, but your heartbeat said otherwise.

You swore you would never feel this way about him. Not now. Not ever.

But when you caught his stupid gaze—that stupid, confident gaze—and turned away like his stare was on fire. "Whatever," you said real quietly to yourself. "Maybe he he was looking at one of you guys or something."

But none of your friends were falling for it.

"Girl, come on." Juri sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she wrapped around your arm. "Even I like him and I feel like he was staring at you. It feels like it didn't even blink, like what kind of a K-drama is this?"

You bit back a comment, cheeks warming slightly, brushing your fingers through your hair to play it off. "It's not that deep, guys. Come on. I'm hungry." 

"Right, yeah," said one of your friends with a smirk. "Hungry for what though?" 

"Shut up," you sighed, lightly swatting her shoulder as they all burst into laughter, teasing you mercilessly while still debating what to eat for lunch. You could feel the way your heart was skipping in your chest, and you hated it. Hated the thought of him affecting you like this.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the quad, Jungwon was over the staring competition that Jay was losing to.

He abruptly jabbed him with his elbow, sending him an annoyed look. "Stop staring at her and tell me what you want to eat later. You're being weird."

Jay continued to lean against the wall, chewing on his bottom lip, and did not respond right away.

Then finally, a small quiet voice.

"...Do you think she hates me?"

Jungwon blinked and scrunched up his face. "What?"

Jay looked away from where you and your friends huddled, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I mean, I wouldn't blame her. But I don't know, I keep trying."

Jungwon gave him an unimpressed stare before shrugging his shoulders. "She probably does. But..." he paused, watching the way you were trying very hard not to look back at Jay, fiddling with your bag strap, and the way your lips twitched like you were trying not to smile.

"...I think she's warming up to you or something. I don't know."

Jay allowed the tiniest of grins to curve onto his lips, his gaze drifting back to you once more.

Yeah. He was gonna try again.

Your morning was already off to a terrible start. You had cramps twisting in your lower stomach the second you got out of bed, and you knew—knew—the rest of the day would continue in the same terrible fashion.

You wanted nothing to do with the heat. Or your heavy laptop. Or people breathing too loud.

So when you reached your seat and dumped your bag on the chair with a heavy thump, Jay flinched just slightly beside you. He turned his head to look at you, presumably expecting some other cold brush-off or annoyed glare, but instead saw you laboriously pulling out your notebook, then sighing in exasperation as you noticed you forgot your pencil case.

You looked... off.

You were slumped over your desk, one arm under your head and the other curled across your stomach, breathing heavily through your nose. It wasn't hard to put two and two together, especially with how often you shifted uncomfortably in your seat every minute, with your brow wearing an ever-so-slight frown.

Jay frowned a little, his lips pressed together into a line. Was it him? Did he do something again?

But, when class began and you blearily blinked awake, wordlessly pointing at the extra pen laying beside his laptop, he just nodded and slid it to you with a slight gesture of his hand. You took it, wordlessly, and he wasn't expecting a thank you either.

This was different than other days. You didn't brush him off, or fight him with your snarky attitude. You were just tired. And Jay could tell.

And to be honest, he was too.

Jay shouldn't have been taking notes, he shouldn't have been paying attention to the professor, explaining some stat formula. But his attention had gone sideways.

You were slumped again, your head turned toward the window, eyelashes fluttering lightly as sleep began to pull you down again. He took in the way your hair strands framed your cheek, and how the rise and fall of your chest was slightly uneven—probably from the lad style.

You looked soft, he thought. You were still beautiful, and you were still so headstrong in the way you carried yourself every day, but in that moment, you looked really vulnerable—in a way no one ever got to see.

No one, except him—the person you hated the most.

His chest tightened.

And maybe you didn't know, but Jay had always paid attention. It wasn't just basketball and flirting and showing off. He observed you. And he saw every detail about you.

The way you would cross your arms when someone walked in that you didn't like.

The way your eyes always flicked to the exit in your lecture, as if you were planning your escape.

The way your nose crunched when someone said something dumb—which, usually was him.

And now, how your hands were lightly clenched over your stomach, how you didn't have your usual bag, and how your shoulders were hunched the whole class.

Jay wasn't used to being... protective like this.

Once class was over, he reached out, nudging your elbow gently. "Hey..." he said, his voice lower than usual.

You blinked yourself awake slowly, letting out a soft groan while you hurriedly packed your belongings, not saying much, and being slower than you usually are—your usual brisk pace shattering before his eyes.

He stood up before you did, ready to ask if you were okay, when his eyes glanced down.

And froze.

There—faint, but visible to see—there was a stain on the back of your skirt. The guys who were normally a few rows behind, already walking down the stairs were loud as usual.

Jay knew what kind of assholes they were. He didn't need them seeing this. He didn't need you getting embarrassed.

With a rush, he came to put himself closer and then step into your space—with his back now pressed directly to yours just as you turned slightly in confusion and almost bumped into him. "Jay—?"

"Shh. Just..." He mumbled low enough only you could hear it as he was shrugging off his varsity jacket and looping it around your waist. "Don't move yet."

You froze as you began understanding what he was doing. You looked down and back behind you.

Then the panic hit.

Your voice became suddenly small. "Wait—shit—fuck, seriously?"

He tied the jacket around your hips, snugly but not too tight, making sure there was enough cover. "Yeah. But I got you."

Your heart was breathing a little bit faster now, and you were flushed from more than just the cramps. "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." He turned slightly and blocked you with his body as the group passed. "Now let's go before those idiots say anything."

You stared at him for a second, heart racing from the embarrassment. But Jay wasn't laughing.

He wasn't poking fun at you, or even looking smug. He was just calm. Calm and somewhat gentle. You looked down at the jacket he tied for you. It smelled faintly of his cologne.  

"....Thanks," you whispered.

He didn't say anything for a beat, just smiled a tiny smile and moved to the side and offered his arm as if this wasn't a big deal. "C'mon," he said. "Let's go. I'll walk behind you—just in case."

You definitely weren't expecting him to say that—that he'd stay behind you just in case. That he wanted to cover you. That he noticed, cared, and took action without a second thought and without judgment.

You didn't even trust your own voice to speak up, you just nodded slightly; you tucked your chin in a little as you ran down the steps of the lecture hall and followed him. He just stayed behind you—not too close to suffocate,  but enough that you could feel the presence of him.

The soft weight of his jacket around your hips wasn't heavy, but it was... grounding. Almost comforting, in the way it made you feel protected.

Jungwon had picked up the hint quickly, walking ahead a little with his earbuds in, choosing not to say anything or third-wheel—bless him for that.

As you both exited the building, the sun immediately warmed your skin, and you saw your friends standing just outside the gates of the campus. They were chatting casually, but the second their eyes landed on the both of you together—it was over.

Juri squealed first.

"Oh my god-" she gasped rather dramatically as she elbowed one of the girls beside her.

Their eyes dropped down to the most easy to identify varsity jacket wrapped around your waist. Jay's jacket. And how he was still standing subtly behind you, brushing your back with his chest whenever you moved even slightly.

You wanted to melt into the floor.

"Hi guys..." You let out awkwardly, waving a bit as you slowed to a stop in front of them, everything suddenly coming to your attention—him, your cheeks, theirs eyes, his jacket.

He remained behind you, levelled like a wall, a quiet assurance behind you.

The excited squeal one of your friends were trying so openly to suppress. Juri was practically bouncing with excitement, mouthing something you didn't need to interpret to know you were going to glare at.

She winked. You glared. She's grinned even wider.

Traitor.

The rest of your friend group quickly caught on to whatever Juri was scheming and played along too well, saying something about being "suddenly so busy" and "oh no, we forgot we have that meeting" and "so sorry, can't join you guys" before waving and scattering in different directions, pretending to be more occupied than they clearly were.

You turned your head to them, deadpan. "Really?"

Juri winked again from behind her iced latte and skipped away.

Jay watched the whole thing with the kind of amused look that was just barely hidden—a small smirk tugging up at his lips as he leaned a little closer to you.

"So I guess we're alone now," he said casually, tone light.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You can go find your friends or... practice. I mean, whatever you were supposed to be doing."

Jay shrugged. "I'd rather stay."

You looked up, prepared to protest again, but he was already talking.

"Keep the jacket. It's cute on you," he added nonchalantly, eyes flitting down, clearly taking in how it wrapped snugly around your hips. "Color looks good on you."

Your heart stuttered—an infuriating flutter you refused to admit was because of him.

"Jay," you said, half-informing, half-flustered.

He just chuckled softly. "Wanna join me for lunch then?"

You blinked, surprised. "What about your frie-"

"They'll live," he cut in with a slight grin, nodding toward the sidewalk just past the gates. "They can survive a day without me. I promise."

You hesitated, still gripping the strap of your bag in defiance. But... you were hungry. And your friends really did just ditch you.

And Jay... Jay wasn't being boisterous or cocky like he usually is, he was just... here. Present. Acting like you were a person, not a target. You didn't hate it.

He tilted his head at you, his voice softer this time. "My treat?"

You looked up at him, and bit the inside of your cheek before you sighed. "Fine."

"Fine?" He grinned, eyes bright. "I'll take it. Let's take you back to your dorm first to change?" Jay raised a brow to you, voice softer now, though you could see the teasing in his eyes.

You felt your breath hitch slightly—right, your skirt. You forgot the whole reason you were covered in his varsity jacket. Heat bloomed at the back of your neck as you quickly nodded. "Y-Yeah. Good idea."

He walked next to you in silence, while you led the way. He glanced your way occasionally, when you'd brush your hair behind your ear, or rub your eyes in tired frustration. You weren't used to this—him giving you this much attention.

When you both stepped into the elevator, the air felt thick, like it was charged with things unsaid. Jay didn't say too much either, he just shoved his hands into his sweats pockets and watched the numbers light up until you hit your floor.

You hesitated for a moment before unlocking your dorm door—not because you were scared, but because this was the first time you had ever let any guy inside. Any guy.

But Jay didn't just feel like any guy.

When the door creaked open, he slipped quietly past you. His eyes roamed the small room. It was not too feminine—just cozy, and filled with little details that screamed you.

The soft fairy lights, the half-empty mug on the desk, the pile of books on the chair, the diffuser softly puffing in the corner. Your whole room felt cozy and real, just his type.

He leaned back against the door frame while you set your bag down. "You can shower first if you want," he said casually, shrugging his jacket off his arms. "I'll wait."

You blinked. "Really? I don't wanna take too long..."

"You wouldn't. Go on. It's your priority first alright?" he stated reassuringly, taking a seat at the edge of your bed and already reaching for his phone to scroll until you got into the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you let out a big sigh. A sigh of relief but also a sigh of exhaustion from the day. You quickly took off your clothes and got under the water, allowing it to melt the tensions in your lower back and stomach. There was warmth spreading over your skin, the soft smell of your shampoo rising with the steam.

But halfway through drying yourself, your eyes grew wide with horror.

You forgot your clothes.

You clutched the towel tighter around yourself and creaked the door open just enough to peek in the room. Jay was splayed out on your bed; lazy, legs splayed open slightly, his phone sleeping on his chest while he took it all in. At the sound of the crack of your door, Jay's eyes shot up immediately.

"Jay..." you called softly, voice barely audible. "Can you... go to my wardrobe and pick something out for me?"

He blinked a few times; clearly taking in the sight of your bare legs and shoulders wrapped only in a towel. His throat bobbed as he quickly averted his eyes. "Y-Yeah. Sure. I can do that.."

He leapt out of the bed faster than expected and walked over to your closet like he was on a mission. His fingers traced along the hangers while he glanced along before grabbing what looked most interesting one—a soft little sundress and a cardigan.

He looked at it one second. Cute. Way too cute. He thought he was grabbing something easy to put on—not something that made it look like you were on a date.

...wait.

Is this a date now?

He invited you to lunch. He bought you coffee. He gave you his jacket. Was he serious about this? If so, did you see it that way?

His head cocked slightly as he brought the outfit to your hand peeking through the slit of the door. "Here," he said, clearing his throat. "I hope that's okay."

"Thanks," you mumbled, fingertips nudging together for a moment as you took your clothes back in the room and shut the door again.

Jay turned away, allowing for a little more privacy, walking over to the bed and flopping down onto it again, but now he really looked different. His hand was now behind his head, and he just stared up at the ceiling.

His heart felt weirdly calm and loudly beating at the same time.

This wasn't normal for him. But it didn't feel bad at all.

He didn't even care about the fact that he saw some girl in your department giving him a look as he walked into your dorm earlier. He was probably going to deal with a rumor or two by tomorrow, but honestly, let them think whatever they want. It doesn't mean anything unless you say something.

He wasn't a mess-around type of guy. Regardless of what he might be labeled as—confident, cocky, or a tad intimidating, Jay Park has always eventually been a careful chooser. Something about him sitting on your bed, in your space, waiting for you to get ready just to go out and eat, felt like the first time he wasn't choosing with his head.

Maybe you're his unexpected problem.

But maybe you were the only one he didn't mind having.

You emerged from the bathroom, newly clothed in the soft dress Jay had chosen for you, with the cardigan draping you comfortably around your body. You went straight to your vanity, pulling your hair as gently as you could to the side, and reaching for your cushion foundation. 

You didn't want to take too long; he was already being more patient than anyone had ever been with you, but you wanted to look nice.

Jay, still perched lazily at the edge of your bed, watched as you patted on the soft makeup. He tilted his head slightly, admiring the way your brows furrowed when you concentrated.

"You don't have to rush, you know," he said, "You're already pretty, but I get it. Take your time to look good good."

Once you were finished, he stood up, waiting as you grabbed your phone and lip balm, before walking out of your dorm.

The walk to the restaurant was... quiet in a comforting way. The kind of quiet where the air didn't feel heavy or awkward. Jay walked beside you, hands in his pockets, occasionally looking over at you—the way your cardigan sleeves nearly covered your hands, the way your hair bounced softly with every step.

You were beautiful. And he knew he was going to be in trouble.

As you passed through the parkway leading to the restaurant, an older couple walked past you two and the man looked at you with the woman before pausing to lean and give a warm smile. "What a cute couple you two make," the elderly gentleman remarked, nodding his head at Jay before giving you a wink.

You widened your eyes slightly and immediately shook your head. "Oh! No, no, we're not-" you nervously laughed, looking down to hide the growing redness in your ears.

Jay offered a polite nod and, biting the inside of his cheek to hide the smile coming across his face.

"Well," the elderly man said, his eyes twinkling, "you two would look really good together."

You didn't offer much response to that. But Jay didn't either.

When you arrived at the restaurant—a cute, warm little Japanese place, sandwiched between a couple of shops—he opened the door for you, and then, like it were second nature, he pulled your chair out before sitting across from you. It definitely caught you off guard. You couldn't say many guys did that anymore.

You quietly admired the atmospherics—dark wooden tables, warm light, jazz faintly playing in the background, and the menu was digital, and you scrolled through it quickly while Jay rested his chin on his hand, eyes flicking between you and the dishes.

You finally placed your order, and once the waiter walked away, Jay pulled his phone out to take a picture of the restaurant; you really didn't think much of it—until you noticed his camera stayed pointed a moment too long at you.

"Wait—h-hey!" you leaned forward, a little embarrassed.

He looked up, phone still in hand. "What?" he asked.

"You just took a picture of me."

"You're literally right in front of me. What do you want me to do?"

"Delete it."

"No."

Your mouth opened in protest, but he spoke first, "Don't worry, you look good."

You huffed and crossed your arms, slouching back in your chair. "What if your little fangirl group sees it and comes to murder me in my sleep? You never post girls," you said.

Jay hesitated for a moment, looking directly at you.

"Then I'll be there," he said gently, not teasing, not joking; just being honest. "To protect you."

You blinked.

"And besides," He tilted his head, lips curling into an all too familiar smug grin, "Are you sure you hate me?"

You stared at him, mouth opening but no words coming out—and he knew you couldn't deny how he'd been treating you. The jacket. The dorm. The lunch. The damn picture.

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed.

Jay had posted it—the picture of the restaurant with you slightly blurred in front. And he tagged you. He tagged you.

You looked up at him slowly.

His eyes were still on you—expectant.

"You're waiting for me to repost it," you mumbled under your breath.

Jay gave you a sly smile and leaned back in his seat. "Might as well. You look good. Let them know who I'm with."

Almost immediately after, his phone starts buzzing. Jungwon. Heeseung. Even Sunghoon. His group chat was blowing up with messages that said:

jungwon: finally

heeseung: no way is this real

jake: bro's in love

heeseung: WHO IS SHE

sunghoon: our boy got a girlfriend???

Jay just chuckled, locking his phone.

"Looks like they are freaking out already," he said casually, taking a sip of his water.

Jay was already laughing the minute you said, "My friends are freaking out too."

He leaned in a little more, resting his elbow on the table, as you flicked through the increasing number of likes and notifications about your post on your phone, scrolling nervously with your thumb.

You sat there scrolling through the notifications, and you were only halfway through it when you sighed and started writing back, one after another—

No, we're not dating.

It's just lunch lol.

Nooo he's just being nice.

But texts kept flooding in, from people you hardly spoke to.

And they didn't believe you; why should they? Not when Jay—the guy who has never been seen out like that with a girl—was now publicly posting on his Instagram, tagging you, feeding the two of you in public.

And not when the restaurant he picked was that cute, with it's oh-so-romantic lighting, and view, and the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing he's there for.

Because to him, you were the pretty view. Not the food. Not the street-side sunset later.

You. Only you.

And then the drinks came, the sound of porcelain tea cups softly clinking in the calm space, Jay taking a small sip from one cup, and casually putting it back down, eyes flicking to your plate,  

then to you.

"You're checking mine out," he said.

Your head jerked up. "Wha—no I wasn't."

Jay smirked, grabbing his chopsticks to cut off a perfect bite-sized piece and holding it out to you. "Come on. Eat it."

You hesitated, caught by surprise, blinking as the food stayed in front of your lips. Your heart stuttered in your chest, but you leaned in and took the bite. He watched you chew with content.You had gone silent, now concentrating on your own plate, your cheeks warming up.

He reached for his phone.

"Can I film it again?" he asked. "You looked really cute when I fed you. I'll send it to you—post it if you want."

You stared at him for a beat. "I don't even look cute right now."

"You look perfect."

You tried not to react to that, biting the inside of your cheek before you gave in with a little eye roll. "Fine."

He fed you another bite while filming, a soft chuckle sound leaving his lips behind the camera as you blinked at him mid-bite, clearly shocked.

You looked at the video afterward and well, you liked it. It was oddly cute. Only you were in frame, the lighting soft and golden, the mood intimate.

So you posted it.

Your comments started pouring in. The caption was vague, but that didn't stop people from blowing up your DMs. Your friends were already in your group chat spamming heart emojis and yelling in all caps.

You set aside your phone again and went back to your food.

Jay was looking at you again, but this time he didn't say anything. He just smiled to himself.After lunch, he insisted on paying for lunch—no negotiation—and the two of you walked out into the late afternoon sun walking side by side down the cobbled streets of the city, past window displays and street vendors.

It felt like a date. An actual date.

You weren't sure you were ready to admit that yet.

But he could feel it. The way you hesitated when you were walking past a boutique, the way your shoulders brushed and you didn't pull away, the way your voice softened when you were talking to him. It was different now. You weren't the girl who hated him anymore.  

Eventually, you both reached your dorm, the sky dimming now with an early evening hue. He walked you all the way to the door without a question.

"This is the most fun I've had in a long time," Jay said, with his hands in his pockets, rocking back on the balls of his feet. His voice was softer now—a little shy, despite his confidence.

You studied him for a moment, your heart tugging at something you didn't dare name yet. "Me too," you said, a barely audible whisper.

Then, on gut instinct—uprising from your heart or just the heat of the moment—you tiptoed forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. You stepped back, your heart racing, your eyes wide, and your brain scrambling to process what you just did.

Jay stood frozen. Then, his head turned toward you, with a sparkle in his eye and a slow, self-satisfied smile emerging on his lips.

"Well, so much for hating me, huh?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged him lightly with embarrassment. "Shut up. It's just a thank you for taking me to an expensive lunch."

He chuckled. In his strange but Jay-like way, he reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "I guess I should take you to lunch more often then."

This time his voice was lower and there was a hint of seriousness.

"I'm not complaining," you said, and you couldn't help but smile.

That next morning everything felt loud.

The whispers, they were everywhere. You don't think you made it onto campus before you heard it-

"Is that the girl from Jay's post?"

"She's the one he fed right?"

"Ugh I can't believe how lucky she is. I didn't even think he liked girls like her."

The stares you got felt heavier than your backpack. You keep walking, brushing your fingers back through your hair like you didn't care, until your best friend Juri comes sprinting toward you with the loudest gasp.

"You. You kissed him!"

"What- I didn't-"

You blinked fast and took a stumbling step back.

"Okay maybe not you, but you two went to lunch?! Girl come on." she whined, pulling your arm through hers. "And don't you try downplaying it. I seen the story. We all seen the story."

You rolled your eyes. "It was just food."

"Yeah, a food date, with Park Jongseong, that fed you and tagged you and now half the girls on campus wanna burn you at the stake."

You sighed, face heating up as your friend group giggled and teased all the way to the lecture hall. When you stepped inside alone, the buzzing died down just a bit. Not because people weren't talking—they were. But because you were suddenly all too aware of your seat.

Beside Jay.

He was leaning in toward Jungwon, laughing about something when you sat down, catching your presence from the corner of his eye. He turned immediately, smile tugging at his lips.

Jungwon, of course, caught on fast.

"Your girl's here," he snorted, stretching in your direction.  

"Shut up," you muttered, slumping in your seat.

Jay just chuckled.

Class started and you attempted to focus, but it was hot. Way too hot. Second day of your period and it hit you harder than yesterday. The cramps were intense, like someone had clamped a fist in your stomach. You winced slightly leaning your elbow on the desk, annoyed at the heat slowly rising through your body in discomfort.

Jay saw.

Without saying a word, he reached into his bag and pulled out a thermal bottle. He nudged it toward your desk.

You stared at it and then looked up at him, confused.

"It's warm ginger tea... my mom said that it helps with cramps." he whispered.

You blinked. "You made it for me?"

He shrugged and looked back down at his notes. "Thought it might help."

You took the bottle, suddenly at a loss for words.

After class, you walked next to him again. The two of you seemed to slide into a quiet rhythm of walking next to each other without saying a word. Jungwon was behind you humming something rhythmic under his breath, but then he abruptly stopped and said bye.

Jay's hand brushed against yours before he gently laced your fingers together.

You didn't pull away.

Outside, your friends awaited again, sprawled at the steps, but so did those girls. The ones who looked at you like you'd sinned just by being next to him. Popular. Perfect. Pretty.

Jay noticed the way your mood shifted, how your smile faded just slightly. And maybe he could've ignored it, or reassured you with words.

But that wasn't his style. Instead he leaned down and kissed you loud on the cheek.

You squeaked a bit, trying to pull away.

"Jay, what the hell are you doing-"

The sound of his mouth making smacking noises on your cheek over and over filled the breeze, making your friends go wide-eyed as you turned a darker shade of red. Your nose crunched, eyes scrunched shut as you half-laughed, half tried to squirm away without offending him.

"You're so annoying-!"

"And you're so cute." he grinned.

You turned your head, wanting to say something but miscalculated.

Your lips met.

His lips were warm and sweet, just enough to make the girls eyes widened from afar. 

Jay blinked, in shock, pulling away a little, and then, "...fuck it."

He kissed you again, this time intentionally. Longer. He was more sure this time around. Your friends behind you screamed. Someone definitely started recording. The girls who were shooting daggers at you are completely shaken. And you?

You couldn't move, your lips tingling, breath knocked out of your body.

Jay pulled away slowly, his lips barely brushing against your own, and soft and low enough that only you would actually hear him say, "Now you really can't say you hate me."

[whateverloomis]

Hi! Can i ask for a billy loomis x reader where she gets a tattoo of his name either in the side of her breast or in her hip and she shows him and they fuck (if you decide to put the tattoo in her ass he would def drill into reader doggystyle 💀)

This was incredibly fun to write. Thanks for your request anon 💋

🔞 Warnings: AFAB reader (she/her,) cheating, shower sex, fingering, roughness, reader has pre-determined interests, reader has tattoos, implied size difference, unedited

Word count: 2.6k

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"That's ridiculous Stu!" - "A dare is a dare Tatum, she has to do it!" Stu countered while laughing. The couple, Randy and you decided it was a great idea to play truth or dare while drunk. Sidney and Billy had to leave early and the four of you got bored. Stu was obviously the one who suggested the game.

"I mean, he does have a point." Randy said and Tatum gasped in disbelief; "Wh- Are you seriously siding with Stu on this?! YN! Are you even okay with this?" Tatum asked and you sighed, closing your eyes in defeat. "Look, I appreciate your concern Tate, but I mean... I already have tattoos, another small one isn't going to hur-" - "This is Billy's name we're talking about here, YN. What if Sidney sees it? Or even worse, what if Billy sees it? These two idiots aren't going to keep their mouths shut." The girl has a point, but you honestly didn't care. It could easily get covered up with something else in the future.

"You're right on that one." You said and glared at Randy and Stu before continuing; "But I can get it covered up once it heals, plus it's going to be hidden-" - "What about when we go to the lake next weekend, hm? It wont be hidden there, your hip is going to be exposed." Tatum interrupted.

You didn't know why she was so concerned. Maybe it was because of the whole "tattoos are permanent" or "don't get anyone's name tattooed" mentality.

You smiled at Tatum softly and placed your hand on hers reassuringly; "I'll be fine, okay? We're all friends and it's not going to be an issue. It'll just be for some laughs and then I'll get it covered up, okay?"

Tatum sighed, visibly calming down and glaring at Stu and Randy; "You guys are paying for the cover up too." - "What?! That's not part of the dare!" Randy complained and Tatum rolled her eyes; "It is now, dumb ass." - "That's enough guuyyss, who's up next?!" Stu finished the argument.

•

As promised, you went to the local tattoo shop and got "Billy Loomis" tattooed on your right hip.

"Hooh, that looks hot not gonna lie." Stu said while sticking his tongue out. Tatum rolled her eyes playfully and blew a bubble with her chewing gum; "I gotta say, it is a hot placement."

You smirked at your friends and stood up straight so the tattoo artist could put protective film over the ink.

"If Sidney wasn't with Billy he'd 100% be into this." Randy said and you gasped, smirking at him; "Randy shut up! Oh my God..." - 'Who said he wouldn't like it now?" Stu said and smirked at you. You bit your lip in response and rolled you eyes playfully. You knew they were just teasing and joking around, but having your crush's name tattooed on you was a total turn on, and you felt like a little slut with your dirty little secret.

•

When you arrived at your house that night, you couldn't stop staring at his name engraved with ink on your skin.

You modeled in front of the mirror with the bikini you were planning to wear next weekend and imagined how Billy would react to you looking as hot as you did with his name on you. You wondered if he'd actually like it, like Randy and Stu said. If he'd get turned on by it. Hell, if he'd fuck you because of it. Your imagination ran wild with all the possibilities.

Billy had always been low-key flirty with you, and you had to admit that it confused you considering that he has a girlfriend, but you figured that he's comfortable being around you and maybe follows your lead just for fun. I mean, friends casually flirt sometimes jokingly so you guessed it was normal between you guys.

•

It was finally the end of the week and you were leaving to the cabin that Stu's parents own. There's apparently a huge lake that's perfect for the hot summer sun.

Your bag was made and you were once again admiring Billy's name on your skin. The tattoo was small enough to peel and heal just enough to get in the water during the week.

You were putting sun block on your skin and the tattoo looked vivid with the moisture of the cream. You couldn't wait for Billy to see it.

Stu pulled up to your driveway and honked the horn of his parents van. You jumped in excitement and ran down the stairs, bag in hand. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you opened the door and walked towards the car.

Everyone was already seated and there was a space reserved for you at the very back with Randy.

"You ready to show Billy your new tatt- Ow!" you hit Randy on his bicep and Billy looked back from his seat. "Show me what?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.

Stu let out a breathy laugh and Tatum thumped him. Billy looked at the couple suspiciously and bit his inner cheek in annoyance. Luckily he didn't question you again, but he definitely knew something was going on with how obvious everyone was being.

•

After a three hour drive, you guys finally arrived at Stu's cabin and settled in before heading outside and picking a spot to set up a picnic in front of the lake.

The sun was shining bright and the water looked a nice teal color. It was still and quiet.

You could hear the birds and the wind swishing the trees. You helped Tatum and Sidney set up everything before sitting down on the blanket to bathe under the sun.

Taking your short flowy black sun dress off, you revealed your indigo blue bikini. It hugged your body perfectly and exposed just the right amount of skin and curves.

You sat down on the picnic blanket next to the girls and made eye contact with Billy who was taking his shirt off next to you. He raked his eyes up and down your body before giving you a subtle smirk. You bit your lip and looked away only to find Stu giving you a knowing look followed by a breathy laugh. You flipped him off and he shrugged, laughing before running into the water with Randy like a maniac.

Tatum gave you a knowing look as well and you nodded at her before looking at Sidney. "Hey uh, Sid..." You started; "I have something to show you, but I'm giving you context first because it's a little weird."

Sidney looked at you, a subtle smile on her face mixed with confusion; "Yes?" - "Last week when you and Billy left Stu's house early, the rest of us playd truth or dare an-" - "Oh my God, did you kiss Randy?" She asked jokingly and you placed your hand over your mouth to suppress a loud laugh; "What?! No! No... Ugh okay, I got dared by Stu to get Billy's name tattooed on my hip and I did it." You finished quickly and showed the girl your new ink.

Sidney gasped and laughed at the sight. "Oh my Gosh, you're crazy!" - "You see Tatum?! I told you she wouldn't get mad." You said, rolling your eyes at the blonde and she gasped; "Hey! I'm just trynna look out for my girlies, God."

All three of you laughed and looked ahead at the lake. "I wonder what Billy will say." Sidney wondered and you looked at her; "Do you think he'll get mad or something?" - "Nah, I don't think so. Well, maybe at Stu for being an ass and making you do it." Sid replied and you nodded in response, sudden nervousness taking over.

•

After a while, you and the girls decided to get in the water and enjoy the cool temperature after sun bathing.

You approached the shore and Stu swam towards you like a shark waiting to attack.

Before you could dip your whole body in, Stu gasped dramatically. "Oh myyy, YN? Is that a new tattoo?"

You looked at him in disbelief and thumped him; "Shut up, Stu" - "Damn would you look at that! It is a new tattoo" Randy said and looked at Billy. Subtlety wasn't part of both your friends at that moment.

Billy glared at both of them and then stared at you and the girls.

"What the hell is going on with you guys? You've been acting weird since we picked up YN." - "Ugh, Stu dared me to get your name tattooed on my hip and I did, okay?" You answered quickly, annoyance written on your face.

Billy raised an eyebrow and smirked, followed by a laugh. "You actually did it?" He asked while walking towards you.

Stu was trying to hold his laughter in but could barely do it. Tatum smacked his bicep and glared at him. "Don't be an ass." She whispered, the situation clearly being awkward for you.

Billy crouched down in front of you and you showed him the ink, trying to maintain distance, but he was making it impossible.

Billy ran his thumb over the tattoo and let out a breathy laugh. "You're insane." he said and looked up at you. He was amused and his touch made goosbumps arise on your body. It didn't go unnoticed by him and he smirked.

The boy stood up and towered over you, looking straight into your eyes. You blushed at his close proximity. "I like it, it looks hot on you," he said, loud enough for only you to hear before swimming away.

The rest of the group joined him and started playing with water guns and other toys, however you stood in the same spot a few seconds longer, but Randy snapped you out of your daze.

"You coming?" He asked, and you swam towards him. "Didn't know you have a little crush on Billy boy." he said, and you looked at him, faking confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about." - "Oh c'mon, you were tense as a rock." - "Shut up Randy. Even if I did, he's dating Sidney so I'd have to get over it." You countered and he lifted his hands in defeat. "Chill, I'm just messing with you." He laughed softly before swimming along with you.

•

After being in the lake nearly all day you decided to take a shower before joining the group. Little did you know, Billy was also in the cabin waiting to get you alone.

Walking into the bathroom, as you were closing the door something stopped it from moving. You opened it to check what was blocking it and saw it was Billy.

You gasped in surprise and looked up at him. "You can use it first, I can wait a few more minutes to shower." You said and Billy walked a bit closer to you. "Mm no, you go ahead. I don't mind waiting here." He said and stepped in with you, locking the door behind him.

"What um... Are you doi-" - Before you could finish your sentence, Billy pushed you against the wall and kissed you. You yelped against his lips but returned the kiss without thinking about it a few seconds later.

Billy pulled back and looked away, biting his lower lip. "Fuck... Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all day... For so long, at this point." He whispered.

You were at a loss of words and in disbelief. He actually wanted to kiss you? Wanted to feel your soft lips against his?

"Billy I... Why? You're with Sidn-" - "Fuck Sidney... God, that tattoo... My name on your skin? I wanted to fuck you right then and there when you showed me." He admitted, running his hand over your hip.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Billy Loomis wants you just as much as you want him. All this time you could've had him.

The feeling of want consumed your body. You didn't care about Sidney. Selfishness took over you and God did the thrill feel good.

You didn't waste anymore time and kissed him again, quickly reaching for his hair and pulling at the strands.

He moaned as quietly as he could and pulled you against him by your hips.

Billy squeezed the flesh and moved his hands up your back, untying your bikini straps followed by the ones over your neck.

The piece of fabric fell on the floor and he grabbed your tits in his large hands, squeezing them softly while pinching and playing with your nipples. The little moans you released made his cock twitch, it begging to be set free.

"Fuck... You're so hot." Billy whispered while snaking one hand down your body and untying your bikini bottoms.

He ran two fingers between your folds and felt the wetness coat them. He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted you, moaning as a response.

"You taste so fucking good." He said and you whined at the sight. Billy gestured to the shower with his head and looked into your eyes; "Let's get in there."

You widened your eyes in surprise and bit your bottom lip; "Are you crazy?" - "Maybe, I mean... You wanted to take a shower, right?" He replied, smirking.

•

In the shower, the water ran hot over you. Billy had you against one of the cold walls, your tits pressing against his chest while he finger fucked you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck... Fuck, Billy please." You begged him to move his hand faster, but he was torturing you with his slow movements.

You squeezed his fingers with your cunt and it only made his cock harder against you.

"You feel so good around my fingers baby." He whispered in your ear and your breathing picked up. You were trying to be quiet but fuck he was making you feel so good that you wanted to scream.

You grabbed his cock and started to stroke it just as slow as he was fucking you with his fingers. He cursed under his breath and kissed you impossibly slow. You guys were driving each other crazy, and Billy didn't want to wait any longer to fuck that sweet cunt of yours.

Pulling his fingers out of you, the emptiness made you moan quietly against his shoulder.

Billy moved you towards the see through panel of the shower and pressed you facing forward. Your tits were squished against the glass and you could see the reflection in the mirror above the sink. You looked impossibly hot, and when you felt Billy lift one of your legs to the side, slipping inside your sopping cunt? It was over.

You let out a moan that was too loud for your liking and Billy covered your mouth with one of his hands while the other held your hip to keep you pressed against the glass.

He snapped his hips against your ass and filled you up deliciously with his cock.

You craned your head to the side and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling his head towards you and kissing him.

You breathed heavily into each other's mouths as Billy pounded into you.

Thanks to him working you up with his fingers you were incredibly sensitive, so when he reached between your legs and rubbed your clit in circles it was over for you.

You moaned against his palm and came around his cock, squirting in the process. Billy looked down between your bodies and the sight of his cock pumping inside of you while you squeezed your walls around him was enough for him to reach his own high.

Billy pulled out and jerked himself, cumming over your ass.

The water slowly washed everything off your body and you turned around to face him.

"This will be our little secret, hm?" Billy whispered and you bit your lower lip, nodding in response before initiating another make out session.

[calypso-apologist]

Hello!! I love the way that you write💞💞

Could you do a NSFW Alphabet A-Z of Hermes?🫶

surprised it took so long for someone to ask for him tbh

Hermes NSFW Alphabet ♡

Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye.

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

He's very kissy. Like... annoyingly kissy. Kisses all over your face. Nuzzles into your neck. He wants all the affection he can get out of you, basically. If he has a lazy morning, he will just sprawl on top of you, deciding that no, you don't have things to do today, actually. He's the god, he knows better. Go back to sleep.

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

His? Hair. He doesn't really take his helmet (or whatever it is) off often, so it's not very common for someone to see him without it. But you get to. And he loves it when your fingers tangle in his hair or when you subconsciously pull on it.

Yours? Your lower back. It's the absolute best place to wrap his arms around when he holds you. And he likes holding you. A lot.

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

Somewhat thick at first, but then it kinda gets a bit more watery. Very white.

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

He absolutely loses it if you tug on his hair to bring him closer. He loves it. He likes it when you tug on his hair in general, but tugging on his hair and bringing him closer? Best thing ever.

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

He's got plenty of kids and he's wildly charismatic, my boy fucks. Of course he knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes anything that results with you being on top of him, so mostly cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. He's also rather fond of just having you lay on top of him while he slowly moves his hips, just enough to give you some sweet, sweet pleasure.

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

Probably the goofiest out of everyone, honestly. Especially if he notices you getting stresses or nervous. He might randomly gently pinch your side or tickle you to make you laugh. Or make some silly jokes or comments. He likes to hear you giggle between whatever pleasured sounds you make.

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

He doesn't really shave, but he does trim it every once in a while. It's still relatively bushy, always kept at that point where it's just barely under control.

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

Despite how silly he might about the whole thing sometimes, he's absolutely into it. Even as he cracks jokes or sometimes blows raspberries on your neck just to make you laugh, there's this deep, intimate connection each time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Considering how busy he is and that he has you, he firmly believes it's much easier to just steal you away for a quickie. Two birds, one stone, all that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Public sex. He likes the idea of sneaking around with you and the excitement that comes with the risk of people catching you two. Even if they did, it's not like they could do anything, so it's completely harmless for you two. Not so much for whoever sees you, but who cares?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Rooftops. Preferably of his own temple. Think about it, he runs up to you, grabs you, and pretty much kidnaps you to the place where there are people worshiping him inside. There's just something very exciting about it, you know?

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

Seeing you work in any way, shape or form. Doesn't matter if it's out in the field, with pottery or even writing stories or poems. He sees you doing anything, he wants to steal you away.

Naturally, seeing you lounge also does it. He finds you incredibly attractive.

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

Anything that he sees causing you genuine distress. He's fine with a lot of things, very much eager to try, even. But the moment he notices any sort of discomfort that isn't the initial uncertainty that comes with trying a new thing, he just stops and goes straight to aftercare.

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

Pussy and ass eating champ, I don't make the rules. You've got a hole, he's got a tongue, let's fucking go.

He doesn't mind if you get on your knees for him, though. ;)

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

Usually fast, but not rough. He doesn't want you to hurt, he knows what he's doing. He does like to take it slow when he's got more time, though. Especially when he learns everything that makes you tick and he finally gets to properly mess around with you.

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

Listen, he's a very busy god. So he'll take any chance to be with you he can get. And that means randomly stealing you for a quickie, giving you one last peck on the lips after he made sure you're okay, and then running off, going back to his responsibilities.

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

As I said before, he will fuck you on rooftops. He does not care about being caught in the slightest. You wanna do something risky? You barely finish your sentence and he is on it already.

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

He spends most of his time running around. You know he's got good stamina. Can you keep going? Good, so can he. No matter how many rounds you want.

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

Doesn't really have any, but he's more than happy (and curious, mostly) to see what they do if you have any. But if you use them on yourself, he will absolutely join in, teasing your body in all the right places.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases a lot, but does it in a very playful, lighthearted way. He loves messing with you, but it's always very sweet, never pushing it too hard... unless you're into it.

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

Quiet when topping, mostly just hushed whispers in your ear, some breathy chuckles.

When you're the one in charge, though? Oh, he is loud. He just lets go completely. Because why not, right? Yeah, sometimes he does play it up a little just to fluster you, but mostly all his moans and groans are authentic. And loud.

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

Sometimes, when he wants to make it more fun, he won't show himself to you directly. Rather, he'll hide nearby and laugh, waiting for you to come looking... and then he pounces on you with a kiss attack.

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

Relatively thin, somewhere around six inches. It's got freckles. Because I decided Hermes has freckles.

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

Babygirl (gender neutral), he craves you all the time. Especially when he's busy. Honestly, his busy days are when he craves you the most. And once he gets his hands on you when he's finally free? You're not going anywhere, love.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nie spać, zwiedzać, zapierdalać.

He usually doesn't get to actually sleep with you afterwards, but he does tuck you in and wait for you to sleep before leaving if it was nighttime. If he does get to stay, however, it's usually only after you fall asleep... and he gets to play with your cheeks for a solid few minutes because he thinks it's adorable.

[spacequokka]

GOT7 Turn Ons & Kinks

I’m so GOT7 coded rn. Here I go again interpreting birth charts for my own silly pleasure. Take it with a pinch of salt, ahgases. The way this sat in my drafts for over a year yet only took about an hour to finish. I refused to change the pics for the next comeback so here ya go.

Mark || Venus: Leo, Mars: Libra || Turn On: Praise (Receiving)

He’s twinning with Yeosang in that he just wants to hear he’s making you feel good. Like seriously, let him know when he’s hitting the right spot or tell him no one else is as good as he is. Might also dish it right back because he has that kinda vibe. Can be broody if he feels like you’re not matching his level of intensity as far as the relationship goes, which can be cured with some praise and appreciation.

Jaebeom || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Cockwarming

They say stability and trustworthiness are sexy, and Jay B took that personally. He wants to impress you with his endless cool and mature vibes, so when you’re tired of boys, he can be your man. He’s a romantic, so you can expect loads of sweet, traditional gestures. Okay, but what about the Jay B who sang Switch It Up? Read the lyrics. He told us what he likes. So bold. Somewhat traditional, with a bit of spice here and there. After seeing him read mild tame thirst tweets, I truly believe he’d hesitate to try kinky things like choking or spanking, like he just wants to be inside you and hold you close. The promise of the intimacy alone is enough to have him dragging you to bed.

Jackson || Venus: Aries, Mars: Pisces || Kink: Daddy 

If you know me even a little bit you knew this was coming. My GAWD the amount of love and care that seeps from this man’s pores is fucking amazing. He lives to care for and spoil you like no other, wanting to make sure you have everything you could ever need or want. And that translates to his bedroom. Help? This freaky ball of energy is gonna wear you tf out. He legit doesn’t give a fuck how many times you’ve cum, he needs more. Will strive to leave you hoarse from calling him daddy just because he loves to hear you say it. I could write a fucking essay on this istg.

Jinyoung || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Bondage

Another hill I’ll die on. A king in the streets and a control freak in the sheets. Just the thought of tying you down to his bed is enough to get him going. Loves to tease and torture you until you’re begging to be let go or fucked hard. Wanna be a brat? Face down and ass up with your arms secured behind your back. Being inside you is just a bonus at that point. Go ahead and struggle, it’s cute to him. You’ll be crying with relief when he finally gets inside you.

Youngjae || Venus: Leo, Mars: Leo || Turn On: Collaring (Receiving)

“Mars in Leo natives enjoy sex more than most”--say less. So Jae’s freaky af and I will hear none of this pure cinnamon roll slander. Honestly he’s probably as bad as Jay B. So what does this bub like? A collar. Hear me out. Collaring is one of the freakiest things you can do to someone while also showing them how much you care/love them. He just wants to be yours--mind, body, and soul. In return, you get his unconditional love and unwavering loyalty. He doesn’t mind you taking the lead in bed because he trusts you and your judgment. You touching/pulling on his collar makes all the blood in his body rush down south and it doesn’t take long for him to start begging you to ride him.

BamBam || Venus: Taurus, Mars: Virgo || Turn On: Nipple Play (Giving)

After deeming him a boobie lover, I can’t help but see him as a motor boatin’ son of a bitch. Lives to put his face near your chest and play with it. In bed you can bet he’ll be kissing and biting on your nips until you beg him to stop. Once you start that up, he’s eager to get inside of you just to continue doing it so he can feel you squeeze the life outta his dick.

Yugyeom || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Thigh Riding

Lemme be Captain Obvious for a few seconds. You belong on his thigh. He knows it. You know it. So why aren’t you on it? While he loves any form of teasing you, watching you get all worked up to the point of ruining his pants is an experience he can’t live without. It’s lowkey fascinating that it feels that good for you and he barely has to do anything other than force you to keep moving once you reach that peak. His favorite part is watching your cute little face scrunch up as you shiver in his arms. Then he’ll tease you about it while pulling your legs around his waist and unzipping his pants...

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satoru gojo + ns//fw alphabet

17 days of disco prompt list

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

›› regardless of who took control for the night, i think satoru is very proactive with aftercare. he dotes on you but he's nasty about it—cleans you up with his tongue. his after-sex praise sounds more like dirty talk than anything else but it's hot so there's little reason to complain.

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

›› he likes his hands, specifically how they look splayed over your body. he likes what he can do with them, how he can turn you into a mess with them, how he doesn't need his cock to make you cum.

›› he likes your chest. your tits or your pecs, he doesn't care—if he can bite them, he's obsessed. loves sucking on your nipples, paying extra close attention to them when he's inside of you.

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

›› although he does like cumming inside of you best, he loves cumming all over your face. watching you hold your tongue out to catch what you can whilst he paints the rest of your face with his release. it's hot, and he definitely licks it from your cheek afterwards.

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

›› he's a panty stealer through and through. it's honestly not even a secret, he'll take them without shame and if you call him out on it he'll just buy you two pairs to compensate. keeps them in a drawer of his, jerks off into them when you're not together.

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

›› ill scream and shout fuckboy!gojo until the sun sets but in my heart i feel like he needs that extra level of connection with someone before he really gets intimate. his body count isnt as high as people assume it is. that's not to say he's not skilled, if you catch my drift. even when he lost his virginity he refused to be the first to cum. he knows what he's doing.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

›› 69, specifically with you on top. he loves having. his cock sucked and he loves having his face sat on. best of both worlds.

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

›› he's silly—cracks jokes and makes fun of himself when the vibes call for it. he can get pretty serious in the moment, especially if he's stressed or going particularly rough on you, but there's always that aspect of love beneath his demeanour.

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

›› honestly im an advocate for the gojo shaves agenda. he keeps the happy trail though, and he doesn't shave so often that he's always bare, but he stays trimmed in between full shaves.

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

›› he's so big on kisses. making out with you while hes pumping his cock deep inside... kissing all over your face as he cums. sometimes it's sweet soft kisses full of love and other times its spit-dripping sloppy makeout sessions where he's sucking on your tongue until he can't breathe.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

›› no one will agree with me on this but i feel like once gojo gets a taste of you he VERY RARELY ever jerks off again. he only allows himself that pleasure when he's on the phone with you or jerking off into your panties. you have to be involved somehow, even if its im jerking off to photos or vids he's taken of you in the bedroom.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

›› he has a degradation kink as the recipient. he's spent his whole life being told he's the strongest, the best, the honoured one. so when you're cooing at him all pitiful and shaming him for being such a desperate fucking mess for you? it does something to him. something nasty.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

›› if he gets to be balls deep inside of you he could not care less where you are. he will fuck you anywhere, and i mean that so very literally. in the bed, the shower, the kitchen counter, in his car, an empty classroom, an empty alley behind a bar, the bar bathroom. anywhere.

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

›› being in your general vicinity. you make him horny, end of sentence. even thinking about you gets him hard.

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

›› he wouldnt ruin your orgasm. sure, he'll edge you and deny you until the sun sets but if and when he lets you cum, he's making you cum hard. so hard you forget your own name.

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

›› the biggest munch. likes waking you up by eating you out, putting you to sleep by eating you out. ignoring the movie you watch together to eat you out. he's good at it when he wants to be, but tends to drag it out and keep you on edge just to taste you for longer. he prefers giving to receiving, he just really loves how you taste, but when you do go down on him he is an absolute head pusher.

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

›› moreso fast, but not necessarily rough. he can be rough, sure, but fucking you fast and into the mattress can be done surprisingly lovingly. also loves slow sleepy morning sex with you.

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

›› fuck yes to quickies. he's always eager to have you and will try to squeeze sex into every free moment you have together, but he has a hait of dragging them out too, who cares if youre late when he's cleaning his cum off of you by eating you out for ten extra minutes?

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

›› he'll try anything. he's too cocky to care about risky sex. obviously as long as its safe and consensual, he's game.

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

›› gojo is the king of marathon sex. in fact, he loves sending himself delirious with just how fucked out he can get. he gets into that almost manic state where even though he's borderline exhausted, he just keeps fucking you harder and faster. it's like runners high for him.

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

›› he has a box of oys. for you, for the both of you, and for him. he loves remote control vibrators, also buttplugs are a turn on for him, either of you wearing them is a good time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

›› he teases like a motherfucker. he's just straight up mean half the time, but he always gives in to you. there's no denying you anything for too long: he loves spoiling you too much.

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

›› he's pretty loud. there are louder jjk men *cough cough choso* but gojo babbles when he gets super pussydrunk and he just will not shut up for the life of him. half-lucid rambles about how good you feel, how fucking hot you are, how he wants to fill you up and never let a drop of his cum spill out of that pretty cunt of yours. something like that.

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

›› he likes thigh fucking. there's some sort of interest he has in the unconventional sex, but he doesnt just want to fuck your thighs without any stimulation for you so he'll often have you wear a vibrator as he does so. sometimes the vibrations travel to his cock and make it feel extra good :)

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

›› im not giving you fucking hex colour codes LMAO use your imagination baby. he's big, longer rather than girthier but he knows what he's doing. big balls too.

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

›› borderline sex addict. i think he's the horniest jjk man, in first place with toji. he will fuck all day if you let him. you think one of his most used phrases is 'i know you're sore, but i need to be inside of you baby. i'll be gentle,, promise' (huge lie)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

›› i don't think he does. he likes holding you as you fall asleep, but he's got the stamina to stay awake and get some food ready for when you're up. he can't let sex make him sleepy if he's fucking you first thing in the morning.

[cookiieduh]

.જ⁀➴ ♡ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛᴇᴅ.ᐟ⭑.ᐟ

ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ! ᴀ ʜᴏᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴍᴏᴅ? ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ. ᴡᴇʟʟ… ᴅᴜʜ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ. ᴀ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴ!

.pairing.ᐟ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ .cont.ᐟ MDNI, ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴍᴏᴅ x ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ‘ᴍᴇᴏᴡꜱ’), ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴛ ᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴇɢɪʀʟ ꜱʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴꜱ, ᴇᴛᴄ… ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴜᴍʙɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜʏᴘᴇʀ-ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴏʀɴ ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ‘ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ’, ‘ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ’ ᴇᴛᴄ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍ, ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴡᴋ .extra.ᐟ ᴡᴄ,, 2.8ᴋ,, ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀꜰᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

“oh, kitten,” gojo attempts to cajole with a desperation that borders pathetic, batting long white lashes at the webcam as you sit in pretty pixels across his screen.

“puh-leaseeee!”

and he’s been at this for half an hour, begging you to let him fly you out to japan.

“it’s beautiful this time of year, ‘nd i bet you’d look great in a kimono!” he just keeps going on and on, relentlessly begging and deliriously chatting your ear off with crazed ramblings of how he’s going to treat you like the goddess you are the moment you step off that plane.

it’s not like you think he’s making empty promises. you don’t doubt that he has money, not for a second. after all, you’ve managed to wind him so tightly around your finger that he pretty much funds everything for you. college tuition, spa days, shopping trips, and nitro.

especially nitro.

and up until this point, all you’ve had to do was sweet talk him, send a couple suggestive pics, and much to your shame, meow for him. but who cares? it’s a moment of embarrassment for a much lengthier time of luxury.

well, it’s too bad it’s finally catching up to you. now this clingy, needy, discord mod is begging you to come see him.

“but, toruuu.” you’re inwardly cringing at how sugared your voice is, even more so at the demure pout you’re impelling as you look straight into the camera. “it’s sooo far.” and while the sound of your forced, cloyingly sweet voice makes you want to barf, he’s eating it up like the sound alone is candied ambrosia.

“c’mon, kitty.” he’s persistent. you’ve got to give him that.

“it’ll be all expenses paid! i just want to see youuuuu!” and it’s almost jarring to see an attractive, wealthy man, only a handful of years older than you, begging this childishly for a girl he’s only ever seen on his screen to travel overseas and meet him. 

hesitating, weighing out the options in your head before finally conceding with a reluctant sigh of: “send me six hundred to get my hair and nails done.”

you knew you were fucked when you got a notification from cashapp saying six thousand instead.

-

and truly fucked you were, because who would’ve thought that the guy quite literally paying you to meow for him would be a freak?

…

you.

you did.

and maybe you should have trusted your gut instinct because now you’re halfway across the world, bent over your discord daddy’s lap, pretty pink miniskirt hiked up and flipped over to give his palm better access to land mean smack!’s against your steadily flushing rear. 

“ugh, kitty, you are just too cute when you cry like that.” you’re mistaken to think that he would maybe give you even just a second of reprieve from the relentless assault of his hand, but no, he slaps an even harder swat over your poor, pillowy ass.

this has to be what, the tenth—? twelfth—smack? honestly, you’ve lost count. overwhelming humiliation from the sadistic spanking aside, you don’t even want to think about the matching paw print thigh-highs and cat ears he insisted you wear while he gives you this ‘special’ treatment.

“b-but, it h-hurrrrrts—!” you’re whining in earnest now, fingers curling into the fabric of the surprisingly silken sheets as he giggles. giggles. a small, awfully boyish laugh that should have nothing, yet has everything to do with your predicament.

but really, the pain is the last thing on your mind when you’re feeling a heat twist in your gut that has nothing to do with the burn of the slaps that crack against your reddening cheeks. the kind of fervour you’re praying he doesn’t notice slickening your panties, because god knows he’d be remorseless.

“aww, it h-hurts?” he mimics the stutter you didn’t even realise you had with a snicker, rubbing salt into your wounded ego and fractured dignity while you discreetly squeeze your thighs together. “come on, cupcake, you can count five more, rightttt?” firm hands press into your cheeks before spreading them apart, letting the seam of your panties dig further against your core.

“five!?” you all but squawk, squirming atop his lap as he continues kneading your ass like he’s a cat with a bakery to run. he’s infatuated with it, with the way you react when he squeezes and slaps, the way you try and fail to mask the gasps and whimpers as he plays with you.

“mhm, fiiiive moreee.” satoru drags out the words. mocking. teasing. aggravating.

he continues spreading and groping like a man possessed, leaving you simmering in anticipation for torment promised to come. it actually makes you flinch when he abruptly stops, letting the pads of his fingers keep you pinned. you run cold when you hear the sudden, sharp crash of his laughter.

“oh, no.” he breathily chuckles before smearing you so far apart you feel the cool air of the room blow over your clothed pussy. 

“is my little kitty getting wet from being slapped?” and you hate the stupid smirk in his stupid voice. hate the way your stupid back arches out of stupid impulse. 

“s’toru-” you’re practically mewling, head dropping forward into the crook of your elbow as he shamelessly toys with you, dragging a finger up the puffy, sodden slit your panties cling to, probably sporting the biggest grin you can barely begin to imagine.

“didn’t know you were slutty for a little pain.” gojo’s voice drops to a coy murmur, feigning surprise at the more than expected reaction. 

“m’not.” you whine the blatant denial against your forearm as he hooks a finger beneath the cotton of your thong and tugs the flimsy fabric aside, popping a long finger in your cunt so suddenly it makes you choke on a gasp. he groans as if it’s in his ass, biting his lip when he feels you squeeze around him.

“uh-huh, sureee.” he begins to move, pumping in and out with an increasing vigor while you squirm and arch. the type of finger-fucking that’s so mind-melting you barely notice when he slips a second. then a third. stretching you out beyond belief to the point where you aren’t sure your lungs can catch up.

he bumps you up on his knee as his digits mash your insides, slipping his free hand under your front in the fraction of a second to catch your clit with his thumb, jolting incessantly frenzied rings around the puckered nub, making you tremble.

“j-just like—FUUUCK—!” you’re crying out, jerking up in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers. he snickers again. it barely registers. not when he’s found that rigid patch of nerves in your gummy walls, making you muffle a scream into your arm. 

“be a good girl ’n say ‘thank you, daddy!’”

if you weren’t so flustered, you’d probably scoff at the command, brush it off and refuse to call him that. but when his digits are jostling in and out while he’s teasing something along the lines of “you’re gushing around me, sweets.”, you don’t question it.

ass raising, hips bucking. you’re flushed and breathless by the time your orgasm comes crashing down on you. an embarrassingly wanton moan is torn from your throat as your thighs begin to quake, feeble little whimpers of “mph, daddy—! thu-thank you!!” snuffed against the bedsheets you’re clinging so desperately to.

“ah, fuck. so. tight.” satoru punctuates the words with a flick against your clit, making you yelp and try to uselessly scramble off his thighs. “not so fast.” he pulls his fingers out before flipping you over on his lap, your lower back hitting his knees with a painless thud.

“you don’t get to run from it. not when we’ve barely started, kitty.” he’s smiling down at you. wolfish. and whether flying out was a mistake or not, you know for certain you’re not going to make it out alive.

you’re still breathless, skin scorched beneath your baggy, blush sweater. so he pushes it up, palm splaying over the soft of your stomach while the other keeps your shaky thighs wedged apart. staring up at that handsome face almost makes you forget how… unconventional he is. like he can get away with calling you his ‘perfect kitten’ with just a bat of his lashes.

“such a pretty girl.” he’s lilting lightly, like he isn’t tugging the lacey cups of your bra down to free your darling tits. “with a body made to be worshipped.” lidded baby blues flitting between your parted lips and perky nipples. greedy and indecisive.

“toru—!”

he pinches the hardened buds until you correct yourself with a squeak.

“daddy—i mean daddy!”

he only hums, continuing to tweak them while you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, gaze hazy and a little unfocused as his free hand simultaneously, hypnotically, rubs your pussy.

“don’t be rough. please?” you blink up at him, cheeks still stinging with the persistent buzz from the earlier spanking. you’d think he was only half paying attention with the way he fondles your breasts so adamantly, but the way a new grin, all teeth and tease, splits his lips… it tells you he’s already got something in mind.

“well,” he begins with a simper, fingers unremittingly digging into the supple plush of your chest as he feigns consideration. “i won’t have the chance to if we do it at your pace.” and then he stops. letting go of you one second, manhandling you to straddle him the next.

“how about you take me for a ride, cupcake?” god forbid you were beginning to find his oddity endearing. let alone sexy.

but still, the conflict between your rational mind and everything else doesn’t distract you from the flutter you feel in your gut when he holds you so flush against him. cheesing up at you with hands encircling your hips and an erection pressed against the seam of your cunt, satoru waits for your next movement which comes in a dither little grind that makes him want to coo at how cute you are.

you’re dizzy already, earlier stimulation and rising nerves making your head swim just a little more than usual. 

“oh, don’t tell me you’re tapping out before we’ve even started…” he knows he’s provoking you if that smirk is anything to go by. so instead of letting him continue nettling you, you plant both palms on his shoulders and begin to rock against him with a purpose that makes you both draw in a sharp breath.

his curled lips part as if he’s planning to goad but you’re quicker. lunging forward, mouth snagging against his in a messy kiss that knocks the wind from his lungs. arrogance melts off as he pulls you tighter, clothed bulge bucking into your deliberate swivels while you smother his little gasps and piffling groans.

a muffled “mph—she’s eager.” and you can’t help but admire his terribly annoying talent of having an answer for everything. even when you’re on top, making him breathe funny and stifle curses.

you’re taking charge, and it might be because he’s beneath you, or maybe he’s just letting you... no. he’s definitely letting you. the way he’s hauled and handled you like you’re weightless and the smile against your lips is enough confirmation to realise he’s holding back.

tongues twist, seconds blur, and your clothes are strewn carelessly across the lavish floor of his room.

one hand braced on satoru’s shoulder, the other planted on his thigh as you ease down on his length. leaky dip barely prodding past your honeyed entrance as he bites his lip to salvage composure.

“shit, kitten—” he’s choking out with a strangled huff while you’re hyper focused on the kindled stretch of his cock as you sink lower. trying to hold your breath ’cause who knows what kind of wanton noise could slip out, even if you’re still gasping like you can feel him in your throat.

you still haven’t said anything. jaw clenched, breathing deep through your nose while lashes flutter in focus since he’s. just. that. big. 

sweat is already beading at his temple by the time he’s fully sheathed in your velvet heat. neither of you have moved yet and you’re feeling him press in places you never thought existed. dazed and disoriented, you take a moment to accommodate the feeling of being stuffed so wholly.

he’s mumbling out a huffed “you okay?” that somehow tethers you to reality. then he's snaking a hand up your spine, stroking you lightly before his fist curls around the strands of your hair, gently tugging your head to be level with his. he bites back another smirk when he sees you adjust the cat ears that’d barely slipped.

“yeah, fine.” you let the words out with a small puff, hands grasping him so tight they might just brand his skin. cockiness aside, satoru’s been waiting for this for months.

sure, when you first PMed him he’d been skeptical. but in your spurious persistence, he’d conceded. and that’s when the dreams started. 

seriously, it was like you were casting spells on him.

fantasies about what it would feel like to have you, always so cute and dolled up on his screen, wrapped around him with that tight, velvet vice. about the noises you’d make, the way you’d cry and beg for him to let you come.

months he’d been waiting, and now you were here. finally, in his arms.

“mmh. sure you are.” he teases with no real malice. a real snark would’ve been silly coming from the guy whose cheeks are flushed a rosy pink because he’s that affected. one hand is still loosely fisted in your hair while the other traces a sultry path down your shoulder blades to the faint dip of your arch.

you draw in one last shaky breath before beginning to move. what starts as a stuttered lift of your hips turns into almost controlled gyrations. you let out a breathy sigh when you feel him yank you down against his bare chest, heart hammering against your own as he lewdly fucks up into you.

another whimper is caught in your throat, ass knocking against his thighs as you twin his feverish thrusts while he groans loudly by your ear, murmuring something barely coherent about how perfect you are.

you somehow will yourself to drag a hand up his neck and rake through the tousled, pearly stands of his hair. that’s until he pummels into a spot that has you surging forward, touch leaving him to slam against the pillow as you let out a sound that can only be described as animalistic. 

you’re tightening up and he’s still driving into you. you tense like it’s a mission, mouth dropping open in a cry that cracks as you feel your climax crash over you a second time. so intensely you feel like you’re about to convulse, so fiercely you practically keel over and collapse onto him, headband dropping, bouncing off the bed and somewhere on the floor.

“OHMYGODOHMYGOD!!” you’re wailing, hands scrambling to clutch anything and everything while his pace finally begins to stammer.

“o-oh fuck—hah, so fu-fucking tight—!” he’s almost slurring, eyes fluttering shut as he barely manages to hold back. the last few seconds feel like an eternity of overstimulation for you before he’s pulling out with a shudder, sturdy arms squeezing you tight and hoisting you up while his cum spurts against the backs of your thighs.

“so good to me, sweet girl. soooo good to me.” he’s hushing out even more crazed than before, lips trailing over every inch of skin he can reach, easing you down as you continue to thrum with the aftershocks of such a fervid orgasm. you can barely manage a word, heaving against his sculpted front as he mildly flips your positions, hands brushing away sticky curls.

your fingers scrabble to find purchase against his delts, cheeks warm and body beyond boneless. eyes flutter closed like it’s second nature and you hear him puff out a quiet, sated laugh against your cheek.

“m’gonna be so sore tomorrow.” you grumble hoarsely, feeling too hot but burrowing against him despite yourself. he keeps stroking you, touch almost scathing in the way it crawls up your spine and down your achy skin with a barely fettered intensity.

“don’t worry, kitten. daddy’s gonna take realll good care of you. make you feel all better.”

and you almost wonder if this whole thing’s been some kind of orchestrated farce when you hear a stifled snicker.

for fuck’s sake.

a/n: i don’t know what possessed me to write this. sorry.

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Just making a little jab at my company. It's soooo frustrating earning a Master's just to wind up at a company that thinks all women are good for is inflating our breasts until they burst! My boss has been aggressively forcing every girl at our company to take experimental breast growth pills which have like a billion different side effects. So I was complaining to one of my coworkers that I'm depressed cause none of my old clothes fit anymore because, you know, I'm not a B-Cup anymore. I'm ...... whatever the hell this is! I don't even want to know honestly, it's too embarrassing. Probably an R-cup or S-cup.

But, well, my coworker ratted me out for complaining and because I said I was depressed I got this crazy letter at my desk saying 'Unhappy? We invite you to Lakehurst Women's Mental Wellness Center'. I cracked up laughing so hard I hard to run to the restroom. My boobs started lactating uncontrollably just because I was laughing SO hard, which they've been doing more and more lately. Hurray more side effects!

But for those not in the know, I'm not shocked Lakehurst is in my company's healthcare network, with how misogynistic my boss is. Basically you go there and they experiment on you to 'break you'. They force you to get insanely pregnant, like humiliatingly big, a dozen kids at once. You're kept naked 24/7 as male interns and students from nearby colleges are trained on you. They get to perform whatever kinky surgeries they want on girls, and fuck them, of course. Gotta make sure guys' dicks don't stay hard for more than five seconds, it's the state's number one priority! I hear they even lobotomize girls there for fun, to 'lower their IQ' if they score too high on tests. Because according to state law a high IQ for girls, or anything above 100 can be considered mental unwellness, and can legally be treated, by force if a partner or parent wants. Oh, and of course they also force you to grow giant tits, because having big boobs is good for a woman's mental health, or something.

Sooooo, I got my stupid letter and now I'm not gonna complain anymore. I just shut my mouth like a good girl and grow these monster tits for my pervy boss, who literally just sits in his office and jerks off all day, very loudly, to porn or he has us go in and strip, 'shake' and 'jiggle' our massive breasts for him so he can cum all over them, which we're not allowed to clean up the whole day if he does. There are already girls on our floor who have boobs so big they carry them in these trendy wheelbarrows or carts. I'm gonna buy one this weekend after I get paid because I'm kind of jealous, they are just soooo stylish and cute, and it'll make walking around so much easier, until they get so big I can't lift them up anymore. Godddd I can't believe I have to grow these stupid things, I hope my future husband really, really likes massive boobs. He's gonna have to get used to taking care of me real quick!"

[carame1bunny]

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓

pairing: Alastor x fem!doe Reader

summary: Mating season has it’s struggles and it affects Y/N the most.

warning: no smut yet(sorryyy), talks of sex and heat, mostly fluff and Alastor being a sweetie

It has a part 2 :)

Everyone, except one person from the Hotel, was in the parlor, having coffee and just eating breakfast.

Y/N had locked herself in her room, only coming out for a few minutes to gather herself food for the whole day and to let everyone know that she was okay.

“No, but really… What the fuck is up with her?” Asked Angel.

“It’s that time of the year for deers, it’s called mating season, I looked it up.” Charlie said, before, she was worried about her so she found a book about it and learnt about it.

“Oohhh, so our doe is horny? It’s a mood, honestly.” Angel instantly got into his flirty voice and he turned to Husk “Don’t whiskers gets heats? Mmmh… We could satisfy it together!” He leaned more into him, but he only got shoved off.

“Fuck off!”

For the first time that morning, Alastor decided to speak. “It’s more than sexual feelings.” All heads turned to him in question, so he continued. “Female deers are overwhelmed by their maternal instincts, their whole bodies are aching to take care of their own little fawns.”

Vaggie spoke. “So, she is pregnant?”

“AWWW—-“ Charlie’s eyes turned big and teary.

Alastor chuckled in response. “Heavens no! This is where the sexual instincts slip in—“

“Slip in?” Angel raised his brow suggestively, but got a flick to the head, by Husk again.

“Ha.ha.ha. No. Whether she mates or not, her body still feels the need to mother.”

“That’s why she is curled up all day in that big pile of blankets?” Vaggie asked and both Charlie and Alastor nodded in unison.

“She also put on some weight too? Don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy. Her thighs are so plushy and her ass and ti—-“

“Yes, she gains weight in case she needs to feed a fawn and keep it warm during the cold season.”

There was a bit of comfortable silence before… guess who spoke up again.

“Hold on a second.” Angel perked his head up. “Aren’t you supposed to be in heat too? You’re a deer, too.”

All heads turned to Alastor, who didn’t show how uncomfortable he felt. He only chuckled with a wide smile, but before he could have brushed it off, the missing doe entered the parlor.

“Good morning!” All kinds of greetings were heard. She sat down on the couch.

“How are you today?” Husk asked her.

She smiled. “I’m okay, thank you. I am just going out, I have to stock up on my sweets, I’ve ran out. Anyway… I’m just goi—“ She started to make her way to the door, but Alastor appeared in front of her.

“Like hell you are! It’s dangerous out there for you.” He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. “You wouldn’t want any bucks catching your scent and doing… heaven knows what.”

“B-but I need my sweets.” She huffed.

Alastor just stroked her ears. “Don’t you worry, doe, I’ll go out and get them for you.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly ask that.” Their faces were inches away, completely oblivious that all eyes were on them and all lips were smirking their way.

“Nonsense! You just go back to your nest, lock the door and I will be there in a bit, with all you could need.” When he finished his sentence, he was already out the door.

She turned around, she needed to get back, every nerve in her body was on the edge.

When both deers were gone, Angel spoke again.

“What the fuck did I just witness?!”

“Her body acknowledged that a buck gave her commands, so she must comply.” Charlie said, with a smug undertone in her voice.

Everyone scaterred after that, only Husk and Angel were at the bar, sipping on their usual strong liquor.

“So… Creepy face is in heat too.”

Husk stopped the cleaning of the glasses to laugh.

“Exactly.”

“So, a fawn running around the hotel is not too far way in time, is it?” His fingers glided around the rim of the glass.

“If it’s up to Alastor, it will be even sooner.”

[minswriting]

SPENCER REID NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare

spencer is so good at aftercare!! after any session, he’s holding you, giving you kisses, or you’re doing that to him. he’ll see if you need anything while giving you the softest of smiles. he just loves you! and wants you to be taken care of!

B = Body Part

spencer’s favorite body part on himself are his hands and fingers. he loves to finger you, making you cum with nothing more than just his hands. however, on you, he loves your waist. he likes to grip it during sex or to just pull you to him by your waist while you’re walking down the street together.

C = Cum

when spencer cums, he cums a lot. and it has everything to do with the fact that he doesn’t have a lot of time to jerk off. so he really only ever has release when he’s with you. he will literally paint your whole entire body with his cum and then use it as lube to fuck you.

D = Dirty Secret

spencer is a switch (it’s not the secret) and would love for you to tie him up and blindfold him while you’re riding his cock. it’s the idea of being at your mercy every once in a while that really gets him going. but being who he is, he’s just too shy to mention it.

E = Experience

i don’t think spencer has a lot of experience at all. but due to his intelligence level, he’s a fast learner and loses his virginity with the knowledge of already knowing how to make you cum. once the two of you are comfortable with one another, it’s literally the best sex ever.

F = Favorite Position

spencer’s favorite positions definitely are missionary, riding, and one where you’re on your stomach lying down and his front is pressed against your back while he’s fucking you. it’s just so sensual and deep and just feels oh so good.

G = Goofy

depending on the mood, i think spencer can be a bit goofy. but it’s not like being funny. it’s just things to lighten the mood like a little giggle here and there or a comment about how beautiful you look while he has the softest smile on his face.

H = Hair

spencer most certainly had a happy trail and is actually very well groomed down there. he likes to maintain it simply because he likes to look clean. on you, however, he doesn’t care. so even if you have a bush, he’s eating you out like a starved man.

I = Intimacy

he’s very intimate when you guys have time to take your time. he’s maintaining eye contact with you, holding you close to him while he’s fucking you or you’re riding him, and regardless, he’s telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. intimacy is like the norm for him when it comes to sex.

J = Jack Off

it’s very rare for spencer to jerk off but when he does it’s when he’s in the shower and he’s pumping his cock hard and fast in order to get some sort of release. this usually happens when he’s on long cases and he’s unable to stop thinking about you and your cunt.

K = Kink

okay so he’s got quite a few. when he’s feeling more subby, he’s lowkey got a mommy kink. but when he’s in his dominant mood, he wants you to call him sir. i feel like spencer is also very huge in body worship. he’s got a huge praise kink (giving and receiving) and a huge degradation kink (giving and receiving). also lowkey he’s into somnophilia.

L = Location

he prefers to have sex in the comfort of your bedrooms. however, you guys have definitely fucked in the restroom at the bureau. and at a few bars. and in the car. and in the kitchen. and in the living room. honestly you guys have fucked in every room in your apartments.

M = Motivation

you. just simply you. he’ll take one glance at you while you’re working on something and he would start imagining you on your knees in front of him. or him on his knees eating you out while you’re doing your work. he just wants you wholeheartedly.

N = No

this definitely stems from the trauma of his profession but anything that hurts you or is a risk to your life in any way, shape, or form is a big no for him. he can do choking but not enough for you to actually lose your breath.

O = Oral

HE LOVES IT!! spencer is such a munch. he will eat you out for ours and make you cum at least twice on his tongue before he does anything else. he is also big on receiving it too. 69 all the way baby 😏😏

P = Pace

definitely depends on the mood. when he’s stressed and just needs release, you guys are fucking hard and fast. but if you both just want to feel close to one another, you guys are fucking slowly and sensually, clinging to one another for dear life.

Q = Quickie

loves them. especially early in the morning right before he has to get ready for work. you wake him up by riding his cock and he’s whining beneath you. god it’s his favorite thing. he also loves bending you over the counter and taking you from behind.

R = Risk

spencer likes to think he’s modest and would not take any risks. but he’s lowkey an exhibitionist and gets off on the idea of being caught at some point. so he’ll fuck you in places like the bathroom or fitting rooms.

S = Stamina

depends on the day but usually he has enough stamina to do two rounds. when he’s exhausted though, he can only do one.

T = Toys

loves them! especially when he’s away, he wants to call you while you’re fucking yourself with a dildo, imagining his cock inside of you. he absolutely adores using vibrators on you to tease the hell out of you too.

U = Unfair

dom spence can be so unfair. he loves to overstimulate you and do orgasm denial. but he also loves it when you do the same to him. deny his orgasm until he can’t help but cum without your permission. or overstimulate him until he’s got nothing left.

V = Volume

he’s very vocal. he’s a whiner, a whimperer, a moaner, a groaner. he’ll praise you, talk dirty to you, talk you through it. and he loves it when you reciprocate it. he’s not afraid to make noise with you.

W = Wild Card

spencer loves getting pegged.

X = X-Ray

i think spencer is just above average. he’s about seven or eight inches but his cock is skinny, not girthy. especially due to his thin and lean build. but he knows what to do with it. and regardless, you’ll be cumming on his cock.

Y = Yearning

i think he’s someone with a high sex drive but with immense self control. he wants you 24/7. but he knows to control himself because sex isn’t as big of a priority as is making sure you’re both happy and thriving.

Z = ZZZ

depends on the day but spencer will always do aftercare before falling asleep. so i would say he would fall asleep at least a half an hour after sex.

[number1villainstan]

okay. so. anakin and padme get Secretly Married, right? anakin doesn't really care about the legal side, the ceremony itself was enough for him--tatooine slaves don't exactly put much stock in things like the law or written documentation--but padme does, so she decides that she's the one in charge of formalizing the marriage.

now, the only thing that makes it possible for her to formalize the marriage while still keeping it secret is the Naboo practice of allowing their politicians and other notable figures to do things like marry under a pseudonym that is neither their legal nor their public names, so that's not a problem. however, those pseudonyms are still (secretly) linked to their legal identities, which means that, as is usually the case with these things, you still have to prove that you legally exist and that you are who you say you are. padme just uses her birth certificate and passport for herself. proving that anakin legally exists is...much harder.

padme tries the jedi temple first. it's the obvious choice, right? unfortunately, when she goes to their holosite to fill out the government forms, she realizes that a) the order is not in the habit of allowing outsiders easy access to their members' documents and, worse, b) if she applies for access to anakin's legal documents it's going to leave a paper trail leading straight to the marriage certificate right under their noses. oh no. she can't do that. not formalizing the marriage might honestly be better than that.

okay. fine. no problem. she'll just look in tatooine's registry of public records.

...tatooine does not have a registry of public records. or any registries that padme can locate. it barely has a planetary government website, which padme's pretty sure is completely defunct.

maybe the lars farm? it's unlikely, but perhaps shmi brought her and anakin's legal documents with her when cliegg bought and then freed her. so she (barely) manages to clear her schedule enough for a half-hour terrible-quality call (not even a holocall, just voice transmission) with cliegg lars, whose number she still has from just before the war started.

cliegg tells her that shmi hadn't even had a spare set of clothing when watto had sold her, much less any legal documents.

so. the lars are a bust. but what else is there? she wants to ask anakin to grab his own legal documents from the order's archives, because he wouldn't have to apply, but that would still leave a paper trail, and besides they're both so busy that it completely slips her mind whenever they get a free moment together. but she's still determined to do this, so she needs to find someone other than the order with a document that proves that anakin legally exists.

and then she remembers: watto.

clearing her schedule enough for a one-and-a-half-day trip to tatooine is about ten times harder than clearing her schedule for the call with cliegg, but she finally manages it. she brings a fresh datapad and several guns with her. watto is deeply annoying, and he keeps talking about her husband like he's a fucking prize, and also he's an incredibly terrible record-keeper, but padme finally finds something she can use--a (badly-written) contract detailing the sale of one anakin skywalker to one qui-gon jinn.

(she also decides to steal almost all of his money, leave him just absolutely broke, because she's that fed up with him and this whole situation.)

she studies the contract in-depth as she's in hyperspace. it does, in fact, prove that anakin legally exists--finally!--but she immediately spots a related issue: according to this contract, qui-gon was anakin's legal owner before he died. except that jedi are Really Really Not Allowed to own slaves, and--she has to check the books to be sure, but her suspicions are correct--because of some old treaties between the republic and some slaver empire, if a jedi buys a slave, ownership transfers to the institution of the jedi order rather than the slave automatically being freed.

which means that unless the order specifically freed her husband, he's still legally a slave.

(she thinks. it's a very badly-written contract.)

what does she do? if she goes poking around in the jedi archives, even without the paper trail, people are going to ask questions they can't afford being asked. and she doesn't know where else to find such a document. should she hire a hacker or something? should she ask anakin about it? does he even know? (he does, he found the same laws when he was 12, but padme doesn't know that he knows.) the war and the growing corruption of the senate keeps her so busy, but this isn't something she can just ignore! her husband might still be a slave! what the hell does she even do??

in desperation, she finds herself going to an outside party, one with an understanding of the law and hopefully an investment in her husband's well-being. it's risky. it's so risky. but nevertheless, she marches in and says:

"commander fox, i have an urgent request of you."

[judesprincess]

NSFW ALPHABET – Jude Bellingham

note: hii babes, how are you? look, this is my first time posting something like this and English is not my first language so i ask you to be kind and ignore any mistake pls

ps: let me know if you like this, kisses 💋

a = aftercare (how they are after sex)

he would definitely be extremely careful and gentle after sex. constantly asking if he hurt you and checking your body; he knows how rough he can be (especially when he is frustrated), so he is quick to take care of you right after you are done having sex. he cleans you up while kissing you tenderly and repeating how good you felt; he always asks if you have cramps from penetration and if you do, he makes a nice warm compress to put on you. he holds you protectively and cuddles you until you fall asleep.

b = body part (his and his partner's favorite part)

he loves every part of your body, but besides that, I feel like he's the kind of man who likes curves, so I feel like he's obsessed with your ass, like he can't stop slapping and squeezing it... he also loves kissing and biting it and the sight of it all red from his slaps drives him crazy... I bet he would love your hips, he just loves holding them while he pounds you from behind

you see, when we talk about his favorite part of him i think that this man is definitely very proud of what he carries between his legs (those celebrations and demonstrations don't tell me otherwise), he just loves how impressed you are every time you see him naked (no matter how many times you've seen him like that) and how much you fight to take him every time... i bet he also loves his biceps, especially when he catches you staring at them shamelessly

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

he definitely loves cumming inside you. for him, there is nothing better than finishing inside you and seeing his cum dripping out;  he'd never admit it out loud, but you both knew it was primal, he just loved the idea of ​​claiming you like that and he loved even more the way you trusted him to let him do something so intimate

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

he secretly wants to try anal sex with you, but he'll never ask you out loud because he doesn't want to pressure you into doing something just to please him

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

let's be honest, that man is a hoe, he's definitely experienced (especially for his age), but i think he had to hold back in the beginning of the relationship to keep up with you, since you weren't experienced (let's ignore the fact that i'm basing this on my lack of experience) and he didn't want to scare you or overwhelm you with the dirty things he wanted to do to you

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

to me there are two sides to him, one dirty and naughty and the other gentle and caring; so I think there will be nights when he will put you on all fours and fuck you until you beg for mercy and other nights when he will go in the classic mommy and daddy style and make love to you softly and lovingly while whispering in your ear how beautiful and special you are to him.

g = goofy (are they more serious now? are they funny? etc.)

i think he could be the kind of guy who always wants to make you comfortable and easy, so I think he would make a joke or give you a reassuring smile when he sees you are nervous or tense.

however, of course, there are days when he is not in a good mood and maybe he will be more serious and focused.

h = hair (how well-groomed is it? does the carpet match the curtains?)

honestly, he is very clean and hygienic, but I don't think he shaves;  at most, I think he trims it a little (but he's definitely well taken care of)

i = intimacy (how are they at the moment? the romantic aspect)

like I said, for me he has two sides, so it will depend a lot on the occasion and his mood. there will be days when he'll be more naughty and maybe even verbally degrade you, but there will also be days when he'll be soft and nothing but compliments and sweet words will come out of his mouth

i think he likes to set the mood beforehand, even if it's something simple and, even if you say it's old-fashioned, you secretly love how thoughtful he is about it

j =  jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he definitely does this, always thinking about you and your body;  You are far from each other and have no time for FaceTime and Jude can't stop thinking about the nights of sex he had with you and before he can even think, his hand goes up and down his cock firmly, even though he knows that his hand doesn't even compare to anything you were capable of doing to him. Of course, when you are together, he doesn't even consider touching himself, always wanting you instead.

k = kink (one or more of your kinks)

• size kink: jude definitely has a size kink, he loves how different you are physically (in every way), how short and small you are compared to him; countless times you've caught him comparing the size of your hands and smirking at how small your hand is compared to his. let me tell you, that man definitely loves how different you are down there too, he absolutely loves how tight the fit is whenever he enters you

• praisy kink: that man loves to compliment and be complimented; he just loves saying nice things to you and letting you know how great you're doing. he also loves when you compliment him, when you let him know how good he makes you feel or how big he feels or even how gorgeous he is, it drives him crazy

• innocence kink: i might be crazy, but i think he would love the fact that you have no experience or little;  he would simply love the fact that he was your first and had to teach you everything, the idea of ​​molding you to his will would make him dizzy

l = location (favorite places to do the activity)

I think he is a reserved guy and, although he may allow himself to tease you in public sometimes, he always wants to keep his intimate moments away from anyone; the bedroom or any place in his house or yours (as long as they are alone) is perfect for him

m = motivation (what turns them on, keeps them going)

slightly anything; but something about feeling that you need him moves him in an unmatched way and makes him crazy with desire

n = no (something they wouldn't do, turns them off)

definitely nothing that would hurt you; also, i think he would definitely say a big no to sharing you with someone (no matter who it is)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

that man seems like a spectacular pussy eater and he would definitely make you fall apart with those gorgeous lips

but he definitely loves a good blowjob, he just can't get over the image of your lips wrapped around his cock, he definitely loves to fuck your mouth

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

it all depends on his mood.  if it’s been a bad day or he’s really horny, he’ll definitely fuck you hard and rough (but always making sure the penetration isn’t hurting you), but on those days when things have gone well, he’ll go in slowly and gently, setting a pace

but I feel like no matter what the pace, he’ll always want to go deep, deep inside you so you can feel him completely

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

while he loves taking all the time in the world with you, he also loves quickies—anything to feel you around him—and will take you anywhere in the house

r = risk (are they willing to experiment? are they risk-takers? etc.)

he absolutely hates the idea of ​​someone catching you in such an intimate moment;  it would be the death of him to know that someone saw you as vulnerable and exposed as that must be for his eyes only

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

let's be real, have you ever seen the way that man runs for 90 minutes on the field?? you consider yourself a warrior for trying to keep up with his stamina; no matter how intense it was, there he is, dying to have more of you

t = toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

i don't think he'd be too interested in that, although he wouldn't bug you for having some (although he would secretly be a little jealous); however, if you begged him, i think he might allow himself to use something like a cock ring

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

that man is a tease for sure, he would definitely tease you by blushing around him or being extremely wet and needy for him or even while you were struggling to get him

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's definitely not the kind of guy who's going to be like a dead man while fucking; he'll definitely moan and grunt while mumbling dirty things to you

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

jude definitely has a "hero syndrome". he loves being your hero, no matter how silly it is; if you can't open a can or something, he's there to fix it quickly. it can be the most trivial thing, he'll want to fix it for you. he just loves the fact that you depend on him in some way – even though he knows it's lame, he can't help but feel that way – he always wants to be the guy who puts a smile on your face and who makes you feel safe and protected

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

i think we have more than enough content to say that he's huge (and he's definitely thick too);  you are absolutely struggling to take it all in

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he is literally never satisfied. he always wants more and more of you and you just love how desired he makes you feel

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he will only fall asleep after you, only after he is sure you are completely comfortable and satisfied.

well, i really hope you enjoyed it and feel free to interact with me anonymously (or not), kisses 💋

[etherealmelodys]

Choi Su-Bong/ Thanos

NSFW Alphabet

Warning: Talks of oral, penetrative sex, squirting, dacryphilia, mentions of drugs, Thanos just being himself.

A/N: ong I'm sick of ppl writing Thanos like he's abusive, my purple haired king would never!! But tbh he's lucky he ain't real or I'd suck the skin right off his dick ykwim

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Contrary to popular belief, I don't think he'd be that bad at aftercare. He's not amazing at it don't get me wrong, but he's not gonna just leave you alone with nothing. He definitely might offer you some sort of drug he's got on his roster, but I believe he'd clean you up and make sure that you're feeling okay and get confirmation that he wasn't too rough with you.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part on you and themselves)

Nobody can tell me that this man isn't obsessed with his tongue oml. To him, it's a gift from the gods that he gets to use it to taste every part of you. From your soft lips to your breasts, all the way down to your cunt. He's an ass man oh my. He loves the way it jiggles when he fucks you from behind, how soft and smooth it is when he grips it while you ride him.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

You cannot tell me this man doesn't love cumming all over your back or ass. He's obsessed with the way it slides down the curve of your ass, coating his thighs in the substance. He adores how messy the whole process is, wanting to see you covered in just him, it could get him higher than any drug he's tried.

D - Dirty Secret ( Self-explanatory)

He just wants one night where he can do whatever he wants to your tits. Whether it be playing with your nipples, leaving hickeys on them, massaging them, or more importantly squishing them together and fucking them, his tip going between your plump lips every time he thrusts up into them.

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

Did y'all see all the people that swarmed him once they knew who he was? Imagine what it was like outside the games. He is well-experienced when it comes to fucking someone, but not having an intimate moment with another person.

F - Favorite Position (What positions do they like the most?)

He loves any position that puts him in a position of control. He loves reverse cowgirl especially because it gives him full access to the sight of your ass. He's also a fan of doggy style, again due to the sight he gets of your ass but also because of how deep he can get in that position.

G - Goofy (How serious are they in the moment? Do they tease you?)

He is teasing the shit outta you I'm so sorry. I don't think he has the capability not to tease you. It just gets him so worked up seeing your eyes well up with tears at his comments, it just makes his cock throb.

H - Hair (What’s the hair situation down there)

I honestly cannot decide with him. For one he gives off the vibes that he's bald down there, finding the hair to be an annoyance. But also I don't think he'd care enough about it to shave it and just let it grow. For the sake of the argument, I'm just gonna say he shaves his shit bald.

I - intimacy (How romantic are they in the moment?)

I feel like there are some times when he can be very romantic if you need it. Usually, he's the type to go rough and fast. But occasionally he can be slow and sensual, giving you gentle kisses and touches, treating you as if you were the most delicate thing he's ever handled.

J - Jack Off (How often do they touch themselves?)

He jacks off very frequently, about every other day tbh. I don't think he'd do it to porn often, and if he did it would be to an actor who looks like you. But most of the time he does it to the memory of you, whether it be you grinding down on his face making those pretty noises he loves so much, or him fucking into you, your whines the only thing he can hear besides the slapping of your skin against his.

K - Kinks (What are their kinks?)

You cannot tell me this man isn't into Exhibitionism. He loves the idea of you guys almost getting caught in the middle of the act, he swears he feels himself get even harder at the sight of you trying to quiet yourself down in an attempt to not get caught. He's also into dacryphilia, seeing you cry from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he's causing you makes him cum right on the spot.

L - Location (Where do they prefer to have sex?)

He would be into anything public, bathroom stalls, fingering you under a table, having you bounce on his dick in a dark crowded club, he's into it all.

M - Motivation (What turns them on?)

Seeing you in any type of revealing clothing, especially skirts, immediately gets him hard. Seeing you in lingerie is by far the sexiest thing you could wear in front of him. He'd want you to keep it on as he bends you over, pulling the lingerie to the side and eating you out to his heart's content.

N - No (What are some things they’ll never do?)

He's not really into the whole submissive role, he always wants to be the one in charge, at least during any sexual interaction. He's also not into doing anything that can seriously harm you.

O - Oral (How do they feel about oral? Do they prefer giving or receiving?)

I don't think he has a preference between the two. He loves the sight of you on your knees, trying to fit his cock in your mouth, tears in the corner of your eyes due to the brutal pace he's set fucking your face. But he also adores the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head, unintentionally pulling him closer to your cunt. The feeling of it pulsing around his tongue when he finally makes you cum, the little whines and moans you let out from the overstimulation.

P - Pace (How fast/slow are they?)

He's fast with his pace, he swears he can't help himself. The feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his cock, practically begging him to pound you into the mattress with all the force he can muster. It's your fault for feeling so damm good.

Q - Quickie (How do they feel about quickies?)

He loves them so much! He's usually busy writing his songs or in the studio recording, so quickies are always a yes for him.

R - Risk (How willing are they to experiment? Do they take any risks?)

He loves experimenting, but he's usually the one to initiate it due to his impulsive behavior. If it’s something you're not willing to try he'd absolutely respect that. But if you brought something up? Oh baby he's down to do whatever as long as it doesn't put either of you in danger. Wanna try out bondage? Go ahead and get comfortable because you'll be tied up for a while.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they do? How long can they go for?)

When he's not high out of his mind, he doesn't go that many rounds usually 2 will be enough to get him tired. But when he's off some? Ooh boy you better prepare yourself. This man is a beast when he pops a pill, you'll be so exhausted by the time he's finished. Expect around 4-5 rounds with him before he's all out of energy.

T - Toys (Do they have any toys? Are they willing to use any?)

I don't think he has that many to be frank, at most he has a vibrator or two, maybe a cock ring if you wanna be bold. I think he's so cocky and confident about his skills that he finds them to be unnecessary. Sometimes if you're having trouble cumming he’ll take one out and use it on you, but it always gets out of hand due to the fact that he wants to see you squirt from the toy. “Cmon baby, I know you can do it. Don't you wanna make me happy? I know it'll feel so good for you so just relax and squirt all over this toy”

U - Unfair (Do they tease you? How unfair are they in the bedroom?)

I fear this man is the biggest teaser throughout the whole show. He'd find a way to tease you about anything and everything. In the bedroom you are not getting a MOMENT of peace. This man will edge you and overstimulate you all in the same night. He’ll find a way to tease you about the noises you make, saying “Aww baby, you're being so loud! Am I making you feel that good? Don't be shy, you can admit that I'm the best at making you cum.”

V - Volume (How loud are they?)

He's not too loud when it comes to his noises, just occasional growl and grunt. He's definitely into dirty talk though, a lot of it. You'll hear him say stuff like “That's my good bitch, taking my cock up her cunt like the good girl she is. Don't worry baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good you won't know what to do with yourself.”

W - Weird Fact (Self-explanatory)

He's always wanted someone to do a line of coke off his cock while he was hard.

X - X Ray (What’s it looking like in those pants.)

He's about 5’11, a little on the thinner side, but he's still toned. I think he's a lot girthier than he is long, so about 5.7 inches, but his girth makes up for it. His tip color is a deeper pink color, around #E0676B. He has a slight curve down, with a thick vein running down the left side of his shaft.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive? How often do they have sex?)

This man wants to do it with you every day. Not only is it the drugs that get him worked up, but just seeing you looking so damn sexy just being yourself, he could take you anytime anywhere, regardless of who's around.

Z - Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep after sex?)

I feel like he falls asleep very fast. After he's done making sure you're okay, he's slumped. He is not the type to wait for you to sleep first before he does.

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