#get them in front of a mic!! i beg !!

[soupmanspeaks]

But youuuu can hardly swallowwwww, your fears and your paaaaaiiiiin, when you can't help but followwww, it puts you back right where you caaaaaame!

LIVE AND LEARN!

[lassiie]

HACKER!STEPBRO HEESEUNG (fic out now!!)

pair hacker!stepbro heeseung x reader

MDNI ! NSFW ! Truly Obsessive, psychosexual, dark vibes step bro Heeseung who stalk you. "You’re not scared of me, baby. You’re addicted... Just like me."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who tracks your location 24/7 and pretends not to care when you lie about where you’ve been.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who sees you wearing something new and smiles to himself—because he saw you trying it on in your room last week, through your camera.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who keeps a file of every photo you’ve ever deleted—every nude, every moment you thought no one would see. But Hee did.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you get ready for dates and sends you anonymous texts like, “don’t waste lipstick on someone who won’t make you cry.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you dared to hack you—just to tease him, flashing that crazy angle, undressing slow—until he hijacks your screen, darkens your room, and whispers through you mic: "Keep peeling. I want to see every inch before I decide how hard i'll fuck you."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you fuck someone else live through their hacked laptops camera, and sends you messages mid-thrust: “He’s not even close to make you cum. I’d ruin you.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you bickered with—so he fucked another girl raw in his dorm with your moans in his AirPods, eyes closed the whole time like she was just a body for you to echo through.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who sends your hookup a virus mid-text so their phone dies before they can confirm plans.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who slowly rewrites your kinks via search suggestions. One day it’s “soft dom...” the next it’s “stepbro makes her beg.” You think it’s your idea. He knows it’s his.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who swapped out your vibrator for a hacked one he controls—so now your orgasms don’t belong to you, they belong to him.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who programmed your vibrator to sync with your webcam activity—so the moment he can enjoy with you.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who has an encrypted file labeled “every time she came” — full of timestamps from every night you touched yourself.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who tracks your cycle and only texts you during ovulation with messages like: “Would you let me breed you if I asked nicely? Or do I need to ruin you for anyone else first?."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who doesn’t sleep. Doesn’t need to. Not when you keep your curtains cracked, and your thighs parted, and your breathing shallow at 1:22 a.m.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who lets you date other guys—but only so he can hack them, stalk them, and wait until they slip up. Then he sends you the evidence like a love letter. “See? I protect what’s mine.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you masturbate and types “slower” into your open Notes app. And almost cum when you actually listen.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who learned the way your breathing changes before you come and trained his own body to sync to it—until you finish together, apart, every single time.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who knows you touched yourself wearing his hoodie and rewatches the footage every night—hand wrapped tight on his dick, whispering “you filthy little sister.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who buys you lingerie and mails it anonymously to the house—no card, just your size, your taste… and the scent of his cologne already soaked in.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who fucks girls mean when he’s mad at you—gripping too tight, biting too hard, fucking too deep.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who lets a girl ride him—face blank, screen lit—while your live shower feed plays like his personal porno.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you tried to escape—so he pinned you to the bed, forcing you to watch your crush hacked laptop when he's gaming, as he fucked you hard, growling, "Let him hear how good you sound when you’re mine."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you called a creep—yet now you sit with legs parted in front of your screen, waiting, aching, praying the webcam light will flicker.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you told to stop—yet you started dressing for him. Walking slower in front of his door. Leaving your webcam uncovered. Secretly hoping he couldn’t stop.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who corrupted you so gently, so thoroughly, that now when he types "Be good. Leave the door unlocked tonight," you obey. Without question. Without panties.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you tried to forget—but he replaced your lock screen with a photo of you on your knees, mouth open, eyes glazed—and captioned it: "My good little stepwhore."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who forced you to admit it—fingers buried inside you, voice low and dangerous: "Say it. Say you want to be my dirty little stepsister. Say you like it when I ruin you."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who finally snapped—after weeks of playing nice—dragged you to his room, stripped you down in front of your own hacked camera, and fucked you, whispering, "You belong to me. I’ve owned you since the first time you came here."

Will be out on sunday 15.06 I just know you’re gonna love it... almost as much as you’ll be slightly terrified by it. Because, well, the topic is a teensy bit... let’s say... intrusive.

Reblog, comment, scream into the void—give this post the attention it craves! Be bold. Be nosy. I dare you. 😘

yours dearly, Lassiie

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Cam boy phainon BEGGING for a collab with cam girl reader, until she accepts bcs why not and god she does NOT regret it to the point she had to turn off the stream, like he is welcome any other time off and on camera 🙂‍↕️.. [🤍]

i would totally love to know if you like this au, with cam boys with amphoreus men, i feel like this quite fits mydei too but maybe when you open requests again ill ask for him lol.

JUST ONE COLLAB !

☆ paring : phainon x fem!reader

☆ tws : nsfw / smut, dom & sub dynamic, obsessive behaviour, masturbation (mutual and guided), orgasm control, exhibitionism, multiple of orgasms, light oversimulation and sēx toys.

☆ synopsis : Phainon finally gets a cam collab with the girl he’s been begging for—and takes full control. You thought it would be fun, but he makes you break on and off camera, leaving you ruined, dripping, and begging for more. minors do not interact.

He’d been pestering you for weeks. Begging in your inbox, filling your tip notes with dirty promises, sending you voice messages where his voice shook with heat—“Let’s collab,” he’d say, “Come on, baby, I wanna ruin you on camera. You don’t know what you’re missing.” Every night he streamed, he made sure to mention you, subtle at first—little jokes, teasing words—but it didn’t take long before he was saying your name straight into the mic, low and filthy, jerking off while promising what he’d do if you ever said yes.

You ignored him at first. But Phainon didn’t get tired. He didn’t stop. The thirst turned to obsession, and he made it known. On his knees in your messages, in your chats, in your mentions. He wasn’t subtle anymore. He was starving.

You said yes out of curiosity, not because he convinced you.

You figured, fuck it, what’s the harm? Let him pant and whine through the camera, let the fans eat it up. If nothing else, it’d be good for numbers.

You didn’t realize he wasn’t going to follow your lead.

He wasn’t looking to be your little submissive collab boy.

He wanted to own the whole fucking show.

The stream started with your usual setup—camera, lights, a teasing outfit that clung to your hips, showed off your tits just enough to make your viewers ache. You opened on a smile, greeting them sweet, pretending you weren’t already soaked between your thighs. He joined you live a few minutes later.

He looked calm. Controlled. Hair messy but styled, blue eyes locked into the camera like he already knew what was about to happen. Shirtless, of course, the sharp cut of his abs and chest on full display, a low-slung pair of sweatpants riding dangerously on his hips. You saw the outline of his cock before he even moved. He was already half-hard.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said into the mic. Smooth, deep, relaxed. Like this was just a casual thing. Like you didn’t have thousands of people watching. “You look like a fucking dream.”

You arched a brow. “I thought you were going to be on your knees begging.”

He smiled. Not sweet. Not shy.

Cruel.

“I think you misunderstood. I begged so I could get you here. But now that you’re here…” He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs, and palmed his cock through the sweats. “Now I get to show them what happens when you stop pretending you’re in control.”

Your stomach dropped. You knew that tone. You’d heard it before—in those voice messages when he was touching himself, groaning about how he’d make you cum so hard you’d forget the camera was on. How he’d turn you into his girl right in front of your fans. How he’d make you cut the stream because you couldn’t take another second of being watched, because he’d fuck the performance right out of you.

It was cocky. You hated it.

You also hated how fast your thighs squeezed together.

He kept eye contact with the camera. “Take the panties off.”

You scoffed. “I don’t—”

“I wasn’t asking.”

His voice didn’t raise, didn’t change. He just stared. Cold. Controlled. Every inch of him calm and firm. Like he was already owning the stream. And the second you hesitated, your viewers flooded the chat.

“Do it.”

“Obey him.”

“God, he’s in control now.”

“This is so fucking hot.”

He leaned forward, gripped the base of his cock through his pants, and started stroking slow. “You’re not going to embarrass yourself arguing on stream, are you, sweetheart? You said yes. So now you’re mine. Show them who you belong to.”

You swallowed. Heat flushed up your neck. You should’ve ended it there.

Instead, you slid your panties down and spread your legs.

He groaned. “Good girl. Let them see how wet you are. All I had to do was talk and you’re already dripping.”

The chat was going insane. Tips exploded. Everyone watching was losing it, commenting on how fast the power shifted. He was controlling the tempo, the mood, the rhythm of the entire stream. And the more he talked, the more soaked you became.

He ordered you to rub your clit, slow circles, while he finally pulled his cock free. Thick, flushed, already leaking. He spit in his hand and stroked it with long, deliberate pumps, all while staring at you like he was already inside you.

“Fuck yourself for them, baby,” he said. “Two fingers. Let them watch how easy you open for me.”

You obeyed. The moment your fingers sank inside, your jaw dropped. The camera picked it all up. The sound of your slick, the heat in your breath, the way your thighs shook. You fucked yourself while he watched, while he stroked himself, while your viewers paid for every second of it.

And he kept talking.

“Bet they all thought you were the dom, huh?” he muttered. “Thought you’d be the one in control. Look at you now. Gagging for it. Moaning my name while you fuck yourself like a needy little whore.”

You whimpered.

He went harder.

“Take out the toy,” he said. “The big one. I want them to see what your pussy looks like stuffed and desperate.”

You hesitated.

His eyes narrowed.

“Do it.”

You did.

You pushed the toy in slow, trying not to moan, but your body betrayed you. The stretch made your eyes roll back. The way he watched—like he could feel it himself—sent a wave of wetness dripping down your thighs.

“Fucking look at you,” he growled. “You gonna cum for me on camera? In front of all your little fans? Or do I have to come over and split you open properly?”

You were so close. Your breath stuttered, your hips bucked, the toy hitting the right spot again and again. You couldn’t stop.

And neither could he.

He jerked himself fast now, breathing ragged, cock glistening in the low light, the sound of him stroking echoing into the mic. “Don’t stop. Cum. Right now. I want you screaming my name when you fall apart. I want them to hear you break.”

You shattered.

You screamed his name, loud and broken, body twitching, toy slipping out as your pussy spasmed and gushed. Your vision blurred. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, breath wrecked, body undone.

You ripped off your headset.

Camera still on.

Mic still on.

You barely managed to kill the stream with a trembling hand.

Everything fell silent.

Until your private line buzzed.

You answered it on instinct, panting. The video came up. Phainon, still stroking his cock, eyes locked on you, chest heaving.

“That was fun,” he said, voice hoarse. “Now get on your knees and open your mouth. That was just the warm-up.”

You didn’t say no. You didn’t even hesitate.

You crawled.

Because after that performance, there was no more pretending. He wasn’t a guest.

He was the one running the show now.

And you fucking loved it.

You crawled toward the screen, heart hammering, thighs still sticky with the mess he wrung out of you. Your hands trembled as you braced yourself in front of the camera again. The stream was off. The mask was gone. But Phainon was still watching, cock in hand, eyes glowing like he hadn’t even started yet.

He didn’t smile.

“Tongue out.”

You obeyed. Your jaw dropped open and your tongue stretched toward the lens like he could reach you through it.

He exhaled, slow and low, stroking the base of his cock with sharp precision. “That’s better. No audience to perform for. No fans. Just you, wet and messy, finally doing what you’re told.”

You swallowed nothing, breathing heavy.

“Keep it out.” He spat into his palm and smeared it over his cock again, then stared you down. “I’m not done with you. Not until you understand what you agreed to. You said yes to me, sweetheart. That means you say yes to everything.”

You nodded, mouth still open.

He leaned back and widened his stance, precum leaking from the flushed tip of his cock, his balls heavy and tight with need. “Show me that pretty pussy again.”

You spread for him, no hesitation this time. Your folds were soaked, your hole twitching around nothing, still clenching from the last orgasm.

His breath hitched.

“You want to be used, don’t you?” he asked. “Off-camera. No filters. Just me and you and the mess we make.”

“Please,” you whispered, voice nearly gone from screaming earlier. “I want you to use me.”

He grinned like a man who’d just won everything he ever wanted.

“Then sit back and touch yourself while I cum thinking about your ruined little body. And don’t you fucking stop until I tell you to.”

You did it immediately. Fingers slippery as you dragged them through your folds, rubbing fast, raw, aching for it. He jacked his cock harder, grunting now, sweat shining on his collarbone.

“I’d wreck you,” he hissed. “I’d grab your hips and fuck you into the mattress, let the headboard slam until your neighbors knew my name. I wouldn’t let you talk. I’d keep your mouth full. You’d be crying by the time I finished with you.”

You moaned at just the sound of his voice.

“I’d hold you down and cum deep inside you. Not once. Not twice. I’d fill you until you begged me to stop. Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until it leaked out of you every time you moved.”

You started to cum again, thighs locking, breath breaking, tears burning the corners of your eyes.

But he didn’t stop.

“Show me your cunt. Hold it open for me.”

You reached down and spread yourself, exposing your fluttering hole, soaked and raw and glistening.

Phainon groaned, deep and filthy. “That’s it. That’s what I’m gonna fuck next time. Not your toy. Not your fingers. My cock. My cum. My rules.”

He gritted his teeth and stroked faster, harder, his thighs tensing, voice strained.

“You’re mine. You understand that? Yours isn’t a stream anymore. It’s mine. Your pussy’s mine. Your mouth. Your viewers. All of it belongs to me.”

You nodded frantically. “Yesyesyesyes—yours, I’m yours—please—”

“Good girl.”

His head tipped back and he moaned, body shuddering as thick ropes of cum spurted over his abs and chest, dripping onto his hand. He kept stroking through it, breath ragged, face flushed and beautiful in his release.

You watched in awe, your fingers still trembling between your thighs, unable to stop rubbing even through the overstimulation.

He looked back at the camera, breathless, sweat-damp hair falling over one eye.

“Next time,” he panted, “you don’t stop the stream.”

You blinked at him, still dazed.

“I want them to see what I do to you when you’re mine,” he whispered. “Start to fucking finish.”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. Not with your whole body still twitching and leaking, your brain scrambled from back-to-back orgasms and the weight of his voice in your ear.

He smirked, then ended the call.

You stared at your blank screen, pulse still wrecked, legs sprawled wide.

You knew it wasn’t the last time.

He could come back whenever he wanted.

And you’d be waiting.

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[evesbookshop]

Could you make a smut where bakugo comes home to ready playing with herself?

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 \(^ヮ^)/

𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐅𝐭: 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜), 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜), 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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Most of the time when Katsuki came home it was quiet. There would be dinner left for him in the microwave, his lunch for the next day packed away in the fridge, and you either reading a book on the couch waiting or the times when you were worn from the day ,asleep in your shared bed. Not this time. This time there was still his dinner in the mic, his lunch in the fridge, but light almost muffled whimpers were coming from your bedroom.

He dropped his gauntlets in their designated area by the front door gently, and quietly toed off his heavy boots. Placing his duffel by the couch with furrowed brows as he began to stalk towards the bedroom door down the hall that lay ajar. And while you two had been together long enough for him to feel confident in the fact that you wouldn’t betray him, he couldn't help the pit that grew in his stomach despite it.

A pit that quickly dissipated as he grew close enough to hear exactly what you were saying.

“Oh my god- kat, feels so good. Fuck, fuck-” Oh. Oh.

A devilish smirk spread across his face as he pushed the door all the way open to reveal you, propped up against the headboard with your legs spread. On his side of the bed, wearing his favorite t-shirt, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, but also a bit of frustration as one hand lay in between your hands rubbing frantic circles over your clit. Not slightest clue that he was standing there watching you try to get off to the thought of him alone. Tutting lightly to get your attention as he pulled off his shirt in one fell swoop.

“Damn, Doll. I don't know if i should be offended you started without me, or glad you were thinking of me” His voice holding his usual cocky tone with an underlying husk.

“Kat! I didn’t hear you get home?” At that he scoffed out a laugh, watching as your legs snapped closed and hands pulling down his shirt in a lukewarm attempt at decency.

“Yeah I see that.” Leaning forward one of his big warm hands wrapped an ankle, pulling you towards the foot of the bed Sliding up to your knees, other hand following close behind as he pushed them apart. Met with hardly any resistance on your end. “Didn’t know you were so pent up.” Katsuki spoke thickly as his eyes focused on the wet mess you’d created between your legs.

“You’ve been so busy, and tired. Didn’t wanna bother you.” You explain weekly, voice quivering in anticipation as you took in his hungry gaze.

“Tch. Don't be stupid, I always have time for you.” He sucked his teeth in indignation. Taking one of his thumbs and dressing it to the hood of your already sensitive clit. Revelling in the way your body shuddered in response followed by a soft plea on your end. “Don't worry, Dollface. Not gonna make you wait any longer.” He murmured placatingly as he began to rub soft figure eights over the sensitive nub. Because maybe Katsuki would make you wait a tad longer, just to watch you squirm.

And squirm you did, hips jerking up softly as you chased what leasure you gave you that was already so much better than what you could ever give yourself.

“ ‘Suki” You whimpered his name softly, hands fisting the hem of his shirt as you looked up at him from where you lay on your back.

“Oh that feels good huh?” Cocky even in bed.

“So good.’

“Yeah? So I shouldn't speed up then?” He asked for your input as he already was, lazy circles getting faster and more firm. HIs amber eyes sparkling in mischief but swimming with lust as your back arched and hands stretched to grip the sheets instead. Grin spreading at the reaction.

“Oh my- kat please,please, please~” Oh how he’d jar the sound of you begging for him if he could.

“Fuck me.” A curse muttered from his lips as he fought an internal battle, taking a few seconds before he was dropping to his knees in front of you. Hand sliding away for a moment to hook behind your thighs and pull you closer, one leg bent over his shoulder and the other being help open and against the bed with his right hand before it slid back to its place between them. Middle and ring fingers sliding between you damp slit, gathering your wetness before slowly beginning their entrance into your tight heat. Katsuki’s head roping to kiss and suck the plush skin of your inner thigh. Fingers rocking in and out a few times before curling into the spongy spot he has memorized.

“Fuck Katsuki!” A pornographic moan leaving your lips as your head pushes back against the mattress.

“I know Dollface, so much better than yours ain't i?”

“Yes , fuck yes.” Your rambling mixed with moans filled the air, but all Katsuki could focus on at the moment was pleasing your pretty pussy, his pretty pussy.

“Yeah, I thought so.” He says really more for himself, even with your enthusiastic agreement above. Licking his lips before leaning forward to wrap them around your aching clit. Your reaction is instantaneous.

Hips bucking as he alternates between sucking and rubbing with the tip of his tongue. Fingers picking up their pace and curling brutally against you g-spot having you see stars. Coil tightening with every brush of his tongue and press of his fingers. One of your hands coming down to grip at his dirty blonde tufts of hair. Holding him in place as you ride his fingers and grind your clit against his mouth at the same time

“Fuck ‘Suki, I’m so close. Please don’t stop, I-I'm gonna come. Please.” Whines and moans flowing from your mouth unfiltered as you chase your high. Katsuki nodding against your cunt as he laps at the nonstop wetness that leaks from your entrance, fingers pressing, almost messaging your walls just where you need. “Oh my god kat. I- fuck.”

Your euphoria washed over you in waves, painting the back of your eyes white as you take what you need without a care. Grinding against him as he continues his efforts to prolong your climax before you finally go limp. Fingers loosening their grip on his hair as he pulls back, fingers slipping out of you gently. Your chest heaves from the strength of your orgasm as he stands.

He leans forward bracing himself on the mattress with one hand and grabbing your jaw with the other, kissing you with unimaginable hunger, your essence still lingering strong on his tongue. Pulling back only once hes certain he cant hold his breath any longer. Eyes tracing your flushed face.

“Catch your breath quick.” Katsuki’s voice is thick with lust, “ We aren’t done yet.”

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𝐋𝐦𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 ❣︎

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧❤︎︎

[cup1dluvhss]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ CHEATER, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ hamzah gets to frustrated when playing dress to impress and recruits you to play for him, unbeknownst to martin (request).

| warnings: fluff, swearing

| taking requests!

‘fuck! last again?’

hamzah’s voice echoed through the room as you looked up from your phone for the fifth time, a giggle escaping your lips as you observed your visibly frustrated boyfriend.

he and martin had decided to play dress to impress, and it was safe to say the two were losing their minds. you had been watching them competing as if their lives depended on it for the past twenty minutes, and every time they scored embarrassingly low in the leaderboard you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, the two of them letting out profanity’s or loud groans.

‘your so bad at this, it’s hilarious.’ you said to him from across the room, your gaze flickering up to him briefly before he turned to you with furrowed brows.

‘i beg your pardon? i’d appreciate it a bit more if you’d be a loving and supportive girlfriend.’ he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as you heard martin say something through hamzah’s headphones, presumably about your statement.

‘please, how hard can it be?’ you muttered absent mindlessly, your attention turning to your phone again, oblivious to hamzah’s eyes suddenly widening at you.

‘c’mere, baby.’ he said, his voice quiet as he gestured you to come and stand by him, your movements hesitant at first before you hoisted yourself out of the beanbag you were perched in, making your way toward your boyfriend.

you watched him closely as his hand reached for the mouse before muting his mic, your brows furrowing at his action.

‘i want you to play for me.’ he said, a wide smile on his face as you crossed your arms over your chest, staring down at him with an unimpressed expression.

‘isn’t that cheating?’ you said, looking at him playfully as he rolled his eyes and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer to him.

‘are you really gonna say no to me, hm?’ he said, his voice almost a whisper as one of his hands played with the strings of your sweatpants, the other gently stroking circles on the exposed skin of your waist, your tank top having rose up slightly. as much as you wanted to keep teasing him, the look in his eyes as he stared you down made you want to make him happy.

‘fine. but you have to do some of the work, got it?’ you said softly, slapping his cheek playfully before letting him guide you down into his lap, your legs swinging over to perch in between the both of his. one of his hands reached around your body to bring the mouse closer to you, while the other stayed positioned on your waist, steadying your frame.

‘hey man— what’s up?’ martins voice sounded as you attempted to shut up the snickers that threatened to fall from your mouth, a stupid smile on hamzah’s face as he began talking to martin.

a round had started, and you had been given the theme of ‘renaissance’ to make an outfit with. you had played the game before, and you had already made an outfit for the theme previously, so it was safe to say there was no panic as you guided your avatar through the game, customising and adding accessories as you went.

by now, the outfit was looking like one of the best in the server, and hamzah couldn’t keep his giddiness under control.

‘oh my god, i’m so gonna win.’ he mumbled, his lips pressed against your shoulder as your eyes remained fixated and focused on the screen in front of you, your gaze occasionally flicking up to the time remaining to check if you were under any pressure to finish.

‘don’t get too ahead of yourself.’ you said quietly, smiling at the feeling of his curls brushing against your skin.

‘your so fucking awesome at this game.’ he said, obviously forgetting for a moment that martin was still on the other end of the microphone, hamzah’s eyes widening as you quickly nudged him with your elbow, your mouth slightly parted as you waited to see if martin had noticed.

‘thanks man, i appreciate that.’ martin said, and it took every ounce of self control in your body to not burst out laughing right then and there, hamzah’s hand going to cover your mouth as he let out a series of laughs at martins statement, shaking his head at you.

eventually, the time came for the runway and it was safe to say martin was very confused as to why ‘hamzah’ had gotten so much better at the game in the space of five minutes.

‘dude, seriously? how the fuck did you do that?’ martin said, his tone telling you he was genuinely desperate to know as hamzah tried to form words to respond to his question.

‘uh—pinterest. outfit inspo.’ hamzah said bluntly, your head falling against his arm as you tried not to laugh yet again, hamzah’s own expression fading to one of amusement as he observed your state of desperation as your body shook, one of your hands clinging onto his bicep for dear life.

later on in the game, it was revealed that you had in fact came first place and martin was sitting firmly in last, his demeanour after viewing the leaderboard clearly telling you that he was starting to realise something was going on.

‘okay, seriously man. how did you do that?’ martin asked, hamzah’s head turning to you as he tilted it slightly, as if asking you if he should come clean.

you nodded, and hamzah took his headphones off and placed them over your ears, his hand going to adjust the mic in front of your mouth.

‘hey, martin!’ you said enthusiastically, a gasp immediately falling from martins mouth as he immediately began going off at hamzah for cheating, and at you for letting him do so.

‘i mean—are you kidding me? this whole time it was you?’ martin questioned as you nodded, a few giggles slipping from your mouth as hamzah’s hand began stroking up and down your waist, a wide smile on his face.

‘yep. did you like the outfit?’ you asked him, listening closely to hear him contemplating, a little ‘hm’ sound coming from his mouth on the other end of the microphone.

‘it was pretty good, to be fair.’ martin said, your attention immediately shifting to hamzah who gave you a high five, kissing your shoulder as you hoisted yourself off of his lap.

‘you owe me one, cheater.’ you said as he winked at you, his gaze still on you as you retuned to your beanbag on the floor, smiling like an idiot.

[m4ttslvr]

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cocky sub!matt x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend matt can’t resist you when you wear those tiny shorts around him, even if his brothers may hear you get devoured by him

warnings: oral fem!receiving, pet names, matt the munch!!

“FUCK!” you scream at the monitor in front of you where someone just shot you and made you lose the game for everyone.

“y/n! i told you he was right behind you!” chris yells through your headset.

“chris don’t yell at her, you literally had the shot and missed it dumbass” nick defends you.

you groan loudly in annoyance at yourself, “sorry guys, can we try again?”

“ok let me get a snack and a drink first” nick says. “get me something too!” chris tells him.

you were about to ask for a snack as well, instead you yelp when you are quickly spun around in your chair.

you are met with your boyfriend matt looking down at you. “matt!” you protest with a giggle, playfully slapping his arm.

he doesn’t react much, his eyes are trained on your exposed thighs which seem to have him in a trance.

“m’sorry, you just look so delicious” matt says in a whisper, his gaze unwavering. your cheeks go red as he spreads your legs with an eager grip, and kneels in front of you. “just want a taste, please?” he looks up at you with puppy eyes that make you melt into his chair.

he places a hot kiss on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh that makes you jump a little and you quickly snap his head up by his hair. “matt we can’t right now, i’m on a game with your brothers” you whisper, covering your mic with your other hand.

he looks up at you with blown out eyes that are glazed over with desire. “don’t care” he whines, his long fingers pulling at the hem of your red booty shorts. “pretty please?” he asks, with a pout.

you really didn’t have the strength to say no when he was looking up at you like that. your body was already hot with desire and your pussy was getting wetter by the second.

"ok" you say softly, with your heart pounding in your chest. a smile spreads across his face and he licks his lips before sucking at your sensitive skin. you softly moan low in your throat. before you get too lost in the pleasure of matt’s touch, you reach to take off your headset.

you’re stopped by matt's tattooed arm, your wrist in his hand. you look at him wide eyed, he calmly shakes his head at you. "you're gonna keep playing" he says, more of a command than a statement. your heart is racing now but you nod anyway.

matt slides his strong hands under your knees pulling you closer to him until the gaming chair is pressed against his chest. he then raises your legs and places them over his shoulders.

“mmm you’re soaking through your shorts baby” he says in a cocky tone, biting his lip to hide his proud smirk.

you jump when his brothers yell something at you through the headset. you forgot they were there.

you feel matt lick you through your shorts as you’re about to answer. “y-yeah, i’m here” your voice more high pitched and shaky than you intended.

nick and matt are complaining about how bad you’re playing but you can’t find it in you to care when your boyfriend is slipping your shorts off agonizingly slow.

your eyes are glued to the veins on his hands and the feeling of his fingertips sliding down your hot thighs is making your breathing ragged.

matt’s biting back a smirk watching you squirm. “patient” he mouths and you might just cry because of how desperate he’s making you.

chris is begging in a really loud voice you on the other line to play as good as you usually do which matt hears. he places your hands on the keyboard signaling for you to play. you’re expression is dumbfounded but you’ll do anything matt wants you to do right now.

“go on baby, play nice” matt says with an encouraging wink while he slides a finger down the witness of your panties. his touch tickles your clit ever so softly and he adds a bit of pressure at your entrance— the air in the room heavy.

you can only nod as you try to play the game. you’re trying to concentrate on chris’ instructions and when you’re finally starting to shoot straight, matt pulls your panties to the side and blows on your exposed cunt, making you gasp into the mic.

“what?” chris asks, thinking it’s a reaction to the game. “answer” matt commands steadily, his eyes trained on your leaking and pulsating pussy.

you try to come up with something on the spot “a shooter behind the—“ you’re cut off by matt’s mouth attacking your pussy without warning. “oh!” you squeal in surprise and pleasure.

“behind what?” both nick and chris ask into the your ears. your hands pressed random buttons on the keyboard making your avatar run towards a random bush. matt digs his tongue into your entrance, your walls instantly clenching around it desperate to be filled with it.

“there mm— there” your mind short circuiting and muscle memory kicking in, you are encouraging matt going down on you but his brothers think you’re telling them there’s a shooter behind a bush.

“there’s nobody here” nick says confused. matt is now licking up and down between your folds, brushing your clit and your hole with every glide of his tongue. you were now biting your hand trying to muffle your moans.

“focus y/n, take it and come on” chris says into your ears and your brain short circuits again, taking what chris said as a sexual command instead of what he actually meant, which was him handing your avatar a gun. before you can register what you’re doing you moan an “mhmm” as a reply.

your eyes go wide when you realize what you did and there’s silence on the other line, you feel embarrassment wash over you in a wave of heat down your entire body. matt doesn’t stop working his mouth on you, he is lost in your taste.

you hear someone clear their throat on your headset and then they start having a conversation about strategies for the game.

you’re thankful they don’t address it and they’re not questioning you anymore because matt has just started pumping two of his long fingers into you— all coherent thoughts gone and your back arched in pleasure.

matt was relentless shaking his head side to side, his tongue flicking your clit back and forth. you are grinding down on his fingers now, your jaw slack, desperately chasing your high.

the hand that was over your mouth goes to hold onto the armrest of the chair so you don’t fall off the chair. but that was a mistake since another flounder escaped your lips, this time louder than before.

you try to disguise it as a reaction to the game, coughing and gasping as if something shocking happened in the game. “you good y/n?” chris voice says into your ears.

“fuck! s-someone’s shooting— at— me” you manage to say, while your boobs are bouncing from the strength in which matt is fucking you with his tongue. you watch matt’s low lidded eyes follow your breasts up and down.

“…what? where?” chris asks.

you’re breathing hard through your nose, so you don’t pant all over the mic and into matt’s brother’s ears.

“you’re way behind or something, we don’t see you?” nick says.

you try your hardest to click the right buttons and get it together, “m’good now” you manage to say.

“..okay” nick says, clearly worried about my playing skills.

matt reaches for your tank top with his free hand and tugs at it. you’re lost in the feeling of his lips on you that you don’t register what he’s asking. he stops devouring you pulling a sound of protest form you, “off” he says tugging at your shirt.

you get it this time and quickly strip, your boobs jiggling as they’re released from your tight tank top. matt’s hand immediately starts playing with your breast, squeezing and playing with your nipples. the stimulation becoming overwhelming, you felt your orgasm close.

with your vision blurry due to your low eyelids, you barely saw on the screen that his brothers had lost this round making you sigh in relief.

“wanna go another round y/n?,” chris asks immediately. you can’t form words at the moment with matt abusing your pussy so you can only make a noise of disapproval.

“pleaseeee?” chris begs. you can’t help that his words go straight to your pussy, making it throb even harder against matt’s lips.

you pulled at matt’s curls, the chair rocking back and forth. you were staring to feel like you were being too rough, but your worry is discarded when matt grips you from your waist and grinds you down even harder onto his face.

“you can do it, come on y/n” chris encourages you, his words having a whole different meaning for you at the moment.

his voice sounds almost identical to matt’s through the headset and it’s turning you on impossibly more.

“please please please please” chris goes on in a whiny voice.

you can’t take it anymore and you reach for the mute button. you’re lucky that you did because a second later matt curves his tongue and fingers inside you, making you moan matt’s name loudly and release all into his mouth.

matt wastes no time sucking up your juices, the feeling overstimulating your spent cunt making you see stars.

a/n: in honor of streamer matt making a comeback! ;3

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[tang3r1n]

bully!mirio but he’s so fucking condescending and ‘sweet’ that everyone just calls you sensitive for crying and getting upset meanwhile he’s biting his hand so hard he’s bleeding while he strokes his dick to the thought of licking up your tears.

bully!mirio who phases through doors or smth or fuck with you and pull your shirt down or skirt up then speeds away as he hears your friends giggling at your composure.

bully!mirio who nudges tamaki and nejire to become close friends so he can literally almost always be near you. every time you ask to hang out without him he pulls out all the stops to make his (longtime) friends feel bad for cutting him out for what they think is nothing.

bully!mirio who finds your number through one of them and starts harassing you on there, spamming for hours until you answer, calling you vile things with a cute lil ‘:D’ at the end, sending you straight up nudes when he knows your around others, gets upset and spams you again when you don’t send some of your own photos

bully!mirio who humiliates you in front of teachers, tripping you in front of aizawa, punching you and making your yelp when vlad is chatting with you, ‘accidentally’ spilling his ice cold water on your white school shirt when mic is talking about your patrol routes

OH and bully!mirio who begs to be put on the same patrols as you, saying how the two of you work so well together (lie) and how he’s just worried for your safety (another lie). he’ll like immediately drag you to a nasty ass alley and grope you, fingering and rubbing at your wet cunt and laughing as you squirm and cry.

“you wouldn’t be this wet if you didn’t like me— you got a lil crush on me, huh?~” that stupid grin wide and bold on his fax as he speaks slowly, like you were a fucking child. his thick, calloused fingers pumping so fast you can’t keep up, hips rising off the dirty wall as your orgasm surprises you. you squeal as you cum, burying your face in his shoulder as you shake and cry, squirting a bit from his rough treatment and insanely fast hands.

oh god and of course he doesn’t stop, not even when your panting, pushing him with all your might, body sore and exhausted and twitching as he just fucking smiles.

“no no no, pretty thing,” he whips out his phone, the flash lighting up as he points it as your puffy pussy, thumb roughly massaging your clit and his fingers slowly push in and out, “i didn’t even get to record that first one~”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : stream hype

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary: based on this ask!!! just a lil blurb where yn gives hamzah and viewers a try on haul during a stream

mickey speaks: ok i did smthg different than the tiktoks for this one but i love writing these & im glad u love them too 😭💗 i need hamzah as my boyfriend like NOWWW

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hamzah’s streaming in the corner of your shared bedroom when you get home from a day out with your girlfriends

he can hear you make your way through the house before you peek your head into the room with a smile, “hi, i’m home!”

he’s immediately grinning at the sight of you, “heyyy, look who’s back” and motions you to come closer with his hand

he’s not shocked at alllll when you have handfuls of shopping bags with you when you open the door fully

you place them on your bed with a large sigh before coming closer to greet hamzah

he remains seated as you hug; his face tucked into your lower stomach and loving arms wrapped around your hips as you play with the bits of hair peeking from his beanie

he whispers “i missed you” hoping the stream doesn’t catch it since he’s further away from the mic

they totally hear that shit and the chat is flooded with remarks about how cute the two of you are

he pulls away and looks up at you as you talk, “missed you more...do you need me to grab you anything? i’ll probably go watch something and give you a haul whenever you’re done here.”

“no, im good. i won't be on for too much longer”

"m'kay," you nod your head and make sure to greet the viewers before you exit, bending down so you’re in frame and showing off your lovely smile and energy (that hamzah admires in the monitor) “hiiii and byeeee!” you wave and blow a kiss. hamzah’s smile never fades as he watches you.

as soon as you’re gone hamzah reads over the chat, which is full of people begging for you to come back, “seriously??? am i not enough for you guys?”

after a while he gives in and pulls out his phone to call you, showing the camera his screen with your name and photo on it, before putting it on speaker for them to hear

“hi, are you okay?” your smooth voice comes through the scratchy phone audio

“yes, but the people are not. they want you to hang out in here” he smiles and bites his lip in anticipation of your response

“are you lying?”

his face screws up, “why would i lie??”

“well why’d you call instead of yelling for me?? im just in the other room,” you giggle

“because this is fun-er.”

“okay, im coming”

“YOURE WHAT?!”

you hang up and hamzah laughs

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you have a chair pulled up next to hamzah as you both sit and interact with the chat for a bit

you tell them multiple stories about your shopping trip and he suggests you give everyone a haul

you waste no time getting up to grab your bags from the bed and bring them over to his set up

as you go through and unfold various tops, bottoms, and dresses he adds plenty of commentary and “lemme see”s while holding them in front of his face

“this thing is not gonna cover your ass, are we serious???” he holds up a mini skirt with a laugh

and you grab it from him with a playful shake of your head, “i was gonna wear it for my other boyfriend anyway”

hamzah just stares at you with a smirk until you look back over to him, “what?!” you giggle.

“don’t play with me, girl” he smiles and leans back in his chair, “go ahead and show them the rest”

when you get to a particular dress you just about squeal, “h, you’re gonna looovvveee this one! i almost sent you a pic in the dressing room it’s so perfect.”

“show me, show me!” his eyes are wide now and his mouth spreads into a grin.

you reveal a soft, coconut white dress with leafy ruffles tied into roses (me when my describing skills shut down bc what does this even mean bruh)

“oh wow…” he looks from your glowy face to the dress held beside you and back. “can i see it on you?”

you nod your head, “yeah i took pics at the store,” you go to grab your phone.

he kisses his teeth, “now why would i wanna see some pics when i have you right here??”

you look up at him from your phone and begin to laugh under your breath. you look over to the monitor and your face gives away the joke you’re thinking of, “uh huh, okay. look someone said ‘the sassy man apocalypse has gone too far’” you point to the screen

hamzah looks for a second and then adds to the joke himself, “oh em gee, they’re saying ‘girl go put on that damn dress we wanna see already, with the rolling eye emoji!!!’” he covers his mouth as if he’s shocked, “are you really gonna take that bae??”

you try not to laugh at the pet name he uses, “hamzah whyd someone just say ‘take that fuck ass beanie off your head before you speak on a bad bitch, lil boy’?” you act just as shocked as him, “they’re some haters for real…”

hamzah deadpans and gives a side eye to the camera

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“okay you can look now” you tell him and he slowly uncovers his eyes.

he immediately pretends to faint at the sight of you in the material that hugs you so perfectly

“oh fuck, my heart- it’s giving out, everything hurts. i can’t- breathe-!” he gives out a breathy monologue and you laugh at him before moving further away from the camera to give the viewers a better view

you turn around and ask them what they think all while hanzah fakes his death nearby

you eventually find a spot across his lap and tap his cheek telling him to be normal

“my bad my bad, i need to lock in.” he exaggerates a shake of his head

“you like it though?”

“of course i like it, look at you!!!!” he points at the both of you in the monitor

“good, i think ill wear it when we go to curaçao”

“that’ll be perfect- can you get up and do another twirl for me please? i missed it”

you pout but when he squeezes your thigh you get up and does as he asks

“guys isn’t she the prettiest??” he gushes

you blush in the form of a large smile and bend down away from him to grab another item to show off, to which he jokingly makes various sexual gestures and faces at your ass that is left pointed towards him

when you turn back around hamzah pretends to adjust a watch, which is actually just him hovering awkwardly over his wrist

[anticipatedexhale]

Could you do a drabble of Arcane x rockstar reader? Classic prompt that's been overused 😞

I believe this prompt will never get old darling I absolutely love this idea!!

I'm a Rockstar~~!

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♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, sevika, jayce, jinx, mel, viktor, vi,

☆ ◞ summary: them absolutely being smitten by their Rockstar partner

△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader, the tension is crazy , suggestive like really, I must say Viktors and sevikas parts made me feel smth..

Jayce Talis.

Jayce had never been the type to feel starstruck. He was the golden boy of Piltover, a man who walked into any room and commanded attention without even trying.

And yet, here he was, sitting front row at your concert, absolutely wrecked by the sight of you on stage.

The lights flashed behind you, turning your silhouette into something almost otherworldly. Your voice—strong, sultry, powerful—cut through the air like a drug, and Jayce swore he could feel every word vibrate through his chest.

You weren’t just performing. You were owning the stage, strutting across it with a confidence that made his blood run hot. Your fingers danced along the microphone stand, your outfit hugging every inch of you just right, your movements sharp and fluid all at once. The way you tilted your head, the teasing way your lips curled into a smirk every time you met his gaze—it was all too much.

Jayce sat there, legs spread, arms resting on his thighs, pretending to be composed when, in reality, he was anything but. His fingers twitched against his knee, gripping the fabric of his pants as his jaw clenched.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

And you loved it.

Your gaze flickered to him mid-song, and instead of looking away, you leaned into the mic, voice dropping lower, sultrier. “This one goes out to a very special someone tonight…”

Jayce swallowed hard.

His fingers twitched again, his body instinctively shifting in his seat. Fuck.

It wasn’t fair. He was used to being the one people looked at like this. The one who had admirers swooning over him, not the other way around. But you? You had him wrapped around your damn finger, and you knew it.

The concert ended in a blur. He barely registered the cheers, the way the entire crowd was completely enamored with you. The only thing on his mind was you—how fast he could get backstage, how soon he could have you all to himself.

When he finally pushed through the crowd, security recognizing him instantly and letting him through, he found you in your dressing room, still glowing with post-show energy.

“You,” Jayce started, voice thick, heated, as he leaned against the doorframe. “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”

You turned, feigning innocence. “Me? Torture you?” You took a step closer, tilting your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jayce.”

His hands were on you before you could say another word, fingers curling around your waist as he pulled you close. His breath was warm against your skin, his lips brushing against your jaw before he murmured, “You know exactly what you do to me.”

Your grin was devastating, a slow, lazy thing that sent a shiver down his spine. “Maybe I do,” you mused, fingers tracing up his chest. “And maybe I like seeing you like this.”

Jayce let out a low, almost pathetic groan, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me one day, you know that?”

You laughed, hands threading through his hair. “But what a way to go, huh?”

And yeah. Jayce couldn’t even argue with that.

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Mel Medarda

Mel Medarda was not the type to lose her composure.

She had spent her entire life mastering the art of control—her words, her expressions, even the subtle tilt of her head that could make men beg for her attention. She played the political game better than anyone, moving through high society like a queen among pawns.

But then she met you.

And you—the reckless, magnetic, wildly talented rockstar who seemed to command the attention of an entire city without even trying—had the audacity to be hers.

Tonight, she sat in a private VIP booth, legs crossed, wine glass in hand, watching as you performed under the blazing stage lights. The world saw you as untouchable, a star burning too brightly to hold. But Mel? She saw the way your gaze kept flickering to her. How, even with thousands of people screaming your name, you sang for her.

The song slowed, the bass humming low through the speakers as you stepped toward the mic, voice dropping into something sultry, teasing.

“This next one,” you said, letting the words roll lazily off your tongue, “is dedicated to someone very special in the audience tonight.”

Mel raised a brow, lips curving into a knowing smirk as you lifted your hand and pointed directly at her.

A murmur ran through the crowd, people turning to try and spot who had caught your attention. Some guessed, some whispered, but Mel? She simply sipped her wine and held your gaze, unfazed.

You lived for the way her expression never wavered—cool, controlled, elegant. Unshaken. But you also knew better.

You knew how to crack that perfect, composed shell of hers.

So you turned away from the mic, running a hand through your hair, letting the sweat from the performance cling to your skin in a way you knew would drive her insane. Then, as the guitar hummed in the background, you let your fingers drag down your chest, slow and teasing, as if tracing where her hands would be if she weren’t across the room.

Mel exhaled through her nose, slow and measured, shifting in her seat.

Oh, she was seething.

Not in anger—no, Mel Medarda didn’t get angry over things like this. But she did get possessive.

She let you play your little game. Let you soak in the crowd’s adoration, let you tease and smirk and act like the stage belonged to you (which, to be fair, it did). But the second the show ended?

She was waiting for you.

You barely made it three steps backstage before her hand caught your wrist, tugging you aside into the privacy of an empty dressing room. The door clicked shut behind you, the hum of the concert still ringing in your ears as you turned, grinning.

“Enjoy the show?” you asked, feigning innocence.

Mel tilted her head, gaze sharp as she stepped closer. “You enjoy making a spectacle of yourself, don’t you?”

Your grin widened. “Only for you.”

She studied you for a moment, eyes trailing over the way your chest still heaved from the adrenaline, the way your hair was slightly damp from the stage lights. Then, without a word, she reached up and dragged her thumb across your lower lip, slow and deliberate.

A shiver ran down your spine.

“You drive me to madness,” she murmured, her voice impossibly smooth, like velvet and steel wrapped into one. "And you know it."

The air between you thickened, the tension sharp enough to cut. You swallowed, throat suddenly dry, but you refused to back down. “Maybe I do.”

Her fingers traced lower, featherlight, trailing over your pulse, her touch both gentle and possessive. “And what should I do with you now?”

The question sent a delicious shiver down your spine, but before you could answer, her lips brushed against yours—not quite a kiss, just a ghost of contact, enough to send heat pooling low in your stomach.

Then she pulled away.

“Come home with me,” she murmured, voice softer now, quieter. “I’d rather have your voice just for myself tonight.”

Your breath hitched.

You could handle teasing, the playful power struggles, the tension, but this? This was something deeper.

This was Mel Medarda wanting you—not just to chase, not just to possess, but to be with you.

And for the first time tonight, you were the one caught off guard.

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Viktor.

Viktor wasn’t one for loud crowds.

He wasn’t the type to thrive in the flashing lights, the deafening cheers, or the overwhelming press of bodies all moving as one. He spent his days buried in blueprints and research, lost in the quiet hum of his own thoughts.

But for you?

He would endure the storm.

Because even though concerts weren’t his scene, you were.

So now, he found himself standing at the edge of the stage, tucked away from the madness of the crowd, cane resting against his leg as he watched you move under the lights.

And damn—you were breathtaking.

Not just because of how you looked up there, all fire and confidence, a force commanding the attention of an entire stadium. But because this—this—was your element. The way your body moved with the music, the way your voice carried through the speakers, raw and unfiltered, sent something sharp curling in his chest.

Viktor had spent his life chasing brilliance, seeking genius in numbers and theories. But tonight, you were the most brilliant thing he’d ever seen.

The song shifted into something slower, the guitars easing into a sultry rhythm, and you turned just slightly—just enough that your eyes found him through the haze of stage lights.

Viktor barely had time to react before you did something utterly, devastatingly reckless.

You jumped down.

Right off the damn stage.

The crowd roared, and Viktor’s heart nearly stopped as security scrambled, but you just laughed, weaving through the fans like you belonged among them. The sea of people parted for you, hands reaching, voices calling, but you weren’t stopping for them.

You were walking straight to him.

Viktor’s grip on his cane tightened. His brain short-circuited as you strode through the VIP section with that effortless, infuriating confidence—grinning, sweat still clinging to your skin from the stage lights, a live wire of energy.

Then you were there, standing in front of him, so close he could see every rapid rise and fall of your chest.

“Thought you weren’t coming,” you murmured, voice teasing, but your eyes—your eyes were something else.

Viktor swallowed thickly, forcing himself to breathe. “Somehow, I think you would’ve found me anyway.”

Your grin widened. “Of course I would.”

And before he could get another word in, before he could even process what was happening, you grabbed the front of his vest and kissed him.

The crowd screamed.

The music surged.

And Viktor? Viktor forgot how to think.

Your lips were warm, demanding, still buzzing with the adrenaline of the performance. He knew he should pull away, should say something, do something, but all he could do was brace himself against his cane and fall into you.

You broke away just enough to whisper, “You look good in the spotlight.”

Viktor let out something between a laugh and a groan, shaking his head as heat curled at the tips of his ears. “I think you might be trying to kill me.”

You pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, softer this time. “Not yet.”

Then, just as quickly as you came, you stepped back, flashing him one last wicked grin before turning and jogging right back onto the damn stage.

Viktor exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his mind struggling to catch up.

The scientist in him despised the lack of logic in how you made him feel.

But the man in him?

He was completely, utterly ruined for you.

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Caitlyn kiramman

Caitlyn had been raised in a world of refinement—strict etiquette, hushed conversations over expensive wine, and appearances that had to be meticulously maintained.

Which is why she had no idea what the hell she was doing here.

The room throbbed with bass, the crowd a sea of energy, bodies pressed together as the lights cast dazzling colors across the venue. The air smelled like sweat, spilled drinks, and electricity.

And yet, despite the overwhelming chaos of it all, Caitlyn couldn’t focus on anything but you.

You, standing on that stage, confidence oozing from every motion, every note you sang, every teasing smirk you shot toward the audience.

You weren’t just performing—you were owning the damn room.

Caitlyn knew she was staring, but she didn’t care.

She had been raised to maintain her composure, to keep her emotions in check. But watching you up there, commanding thousands of people’s attention, only to flick your gaze right at her between verses? It did something dangerous to her.

She should have been used to it by now. You flirted with everyone—the audience, the cameras, your bandmates. It was just part of your stage persona.

But damn it, when you locked eyes with her and winked before hitting the next note, Caitlyn felt her heart stutter.

She needed a drink.

---

The concert ended in a blur of flashing lights and roaring applause, but Caitlyn didn’t move from her spot near the back.

She waited.

Security was already guiding you off the stage, fans still chanting your name as you disappeared behind the curtains.

A moment later, her earpiece crackled.

"Your VIP pass still gets you back here, Kiramman."

She rolled her eyes at the teasing lilt in your voice but didn’t hesitate to slip past the barriers, her polished boots clicking against the concrete floor as she strode toward your dressing room.

She found you exactly how she expected—leaning against the vanity, still glowing from the performance, towel draped over your shoulders, hair damp with sweat.

And grinning at her.

“You should really sit further up next time,” you mused, tilting your head as she stepped inside. “I could barely see you from back there.”

Caitlyn scoffed, crossing her arms. “I was trying not to be a distraction.”

Your smirk widened. “Oh, love, you think you’re the distraction?”

She arched a brow. “Considering you nearly tripped over a speaker when you saw me in the audience last time?”

You let out a groan, dragging a hand down your face. “That was one time—”

“—And the crew hasn’t let you live it down since.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, but the corners of your lips twitched. “Okay, detective. You win this round.”

She took a step closer, tilting her head. “There are rounds now?”

“Always.” You leaned in, lowering your voice. “And I fully intend to even the score.”

Caitlyn felt her pulse quicken, but she kept her expression unreadable. “And how do you plan to do that?”

Without missing a beat, you reached for the towel on your shoulders and, with an utterly shameless grin, tossed it at her.

Caitlyn let out a startled noise as the damp fabric smacked against her, the heat from your skin still clinging to it.

You laughed—really laughed, the sound warm and utterly carefree—before stepping closer, plucking the towel from her hands before she could react. “Don’t look so scandalized, officer. I thought you’d be used to a little sweat.”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes, but her lips betrayed her, curving into something dangerously close to a smirk. “Oh, I don’t mind a little sweat.”

Your eyebrows lifted in interest, but before you could throw out another flirty remark, she turned the tables on you.

She reached forward, grabbing the front of your shirt, and yanked you in.

Your breath hitched as she leaned in, voice dropping to a murmur against your ear.

“You’re still a bit breathless,” she noted, feigning concern. “Hope I wasn’t too much of a distraction.”

You swallowed hard. “You’re always a distraction.”

Her smirk widened. “Good.”

Then, before you could regain control of the situation, she pressed a kiss to the edge of your jaw—just enough to leave you completely off balance—before stepping back with an infuriating amount of poise.

You blinked. “You little shit—”

“See you at the next show,” she said smoothly, already walking toward the door.

And just as she reached for the handle, she threw one last glance over her shoulder, smirking.

“Score: Kiramman—one.”

Then she was gone, leaving you standing in the middle of the dressing room, utterly wrecked.

“...Oh, it is so on.”

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Vi.

Vi wasn’t exactly used to this kind of scene.

Sure, she’d been to her fair share of rowdy clubs and underground fights—places where the air buzzed with adrenaline and the energy made your bones vibrate.

But this?

This was a whole different kind of chaos.

She stood at the very edge of the packed venue, arms crossed, boots planted firmly on the ground as she watched you command the stage like you were born for it.

And damn—maybe you were.

Vi wasn’t the type to get all poetic, but shit, you were a sight.

Sweat clung to your skin under the flashing lights, your voice carried through the speakers with that raw edge that made people feel something. Every movement, every glance, every grin sent the crowd into a frenzy.

And the way you owned it?

It made her chest tighten in the best and worst ways.

Because while everyone else in the room was watching you like you were some untouchable star, she knew the version of you that crawled into bed at ridiculous hours, the one who bitched about setlists and late-night rehearsals, the one who stole her shirts and stretched them out just to mess with her.

And yet, every time she saw you up there, looking like you belonged in this chaos, she found herself falling all over again.

Which was why she wasn’t even surprised when you did something completely reckless.

Because, of course, you did.

---

You should have known better.

Vi was already giving you that look from the sidelines—the one that screamed, “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Naturally, you did something stupid.

“Let’s make this interesting,” you called into the mic, and the crowd roared as you hopped off the stage without warning, security scrambling to keep up.

Vi groaned, running a hand down her face. You are going to be the death of me.

You waded through the crowd effortlessly, high-fiving fans, grinning as people reached out, soaking in the energy. And then—just to push your luck—you made your way straight toward her.

Vi could feel the heat of a thousand eyes on her the moment you grinned and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her forward.

“C’mon, Vi,” you purred into the mic, the teasing lilt in your voice making her stomach drop. “You’re not scared of a little fun, are you?”

Vi arched a brow. “Oh, you’re a menace.”

But she let you pull her in anyway.

The band picked up a steady rhythm, and before she could even process what was happening, you slid an arm around her waist and—

Oh.

You were dancing with her.

Not just moving—dancing. Slow, teasing movements, your body pressed against hers, the heat of your skin seeping through the thin material of her shirt. The crowd screamed, people losing their minds as you twirled her once, keeping your grip firm.

Vi could handle fights, she could handle explosions, she could handle damn near anything—

But this?

This was just unfair.

She should be annoyed. She should be cussing you out for pulling this stunt in front of thousands of people.

Instead, she found herself smirking.

“You’re playing with fire, babe,” she murmured, her voice low enough that only you could hear.

You grinned. “Lucky for me, you’re fireproof.”

Oh, you were gonna pay for that.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Vi suddenly flipped the script—yanking you flush against her, dipping you low enough that you gasped into the mic.

The crowd lost their minds.

And then—just because she could—Vi dipped her head and kissed you, deep and slow, right there in front of everyone.

You barely had time to recover before she pulled back with a smirk, letting go just as fast as she’d grabbed you.

“Better get back up there, rockstar,” she teased, stepping back as you blinked up at her, dazed. “You’ve got a show to finish.”

You swallowed hard, eyes flickering between her and the screaming crowd.

“…Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath.

Vi just winked.

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Jinx.

"Beautiful, Beautiful Chaos" (Jinx x Rockstar!GN!Reader | Reckless Love, Wild Nights, and Kissing in the Mayhem)

---

Jinx wasn’t the type to sit still.

Not in a fight, not during a job, and definitely not in a crowd of sweaty, screaming people losing their minds over you.

She thrived in chaos, lived for it, breathed it in like air.

And tonight?

Tonight was the kind of chaos she loved.

Neon lights flashed across the stage, strobes flickering as you jumped onto an amp, mic gripped tight in your hand, voice cutting through the thick, electric air of the underground venue. The bass thundered through the floor, shaking the ground beneath her feet.

Jinx wasn’t watching the crowd.

She was watching you.

Because—fuck—you looked so good when you lost yourself in the music. When you screamed into the mic, when your body moved like you didn’t care if the world fell apart around you.

You had that wild look in your eyes.

The same kind of reckless, untamed spark that made her chest tighten and her pulse race.

God, you were so—

“YO, YOU LITTLE SHITS WANNA HAVE SOME FUN?”

Your voice rang out over the speakers, wild and breathless.

The crowd roared.

Jinx grinned.

Oh, she knew that tone. That devious, impulsive tone that meant things were about to get stupid.

And Jinx loved stupid.

She pushed herself up on her toes, trying to get a better view as you suddenly jumped off the damn stage—barreling straight into the crowd, no hesitation, no security, just pure adrenaline-fueled insanity.

"OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE—"

Jinx shoved her way forward as you disappeared into the chaos, people screaming, hands grabbing for you, the whole place erupting into something unhinged.

A bottle smashed somewhere. Someone tripped over a speaker. A guy with a mohawk straight-up passed out from excitement.

And in the middle of it?

You.

Grinning like a maniac, letting the crowd carry you, singing the last chorus like you didn’t have a single fucking care in the world.

Jinx didn’t even realize she was moving until she was right there in front of you—arms crossed, head tilted, looking so unimpressed despite the fact that she was definitely impressed.

You grinned, still breathless. “What’s wrong, trouble? Didn’t think I’d come to you instead?”

Jinx rolled her eyes. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah?” You leaned in,“You like it.”

Jinx didn’t like it.

Jinx loved it.

But she’d rather die than say it out loud.

So instead, she did what she did best.

She grabbed your face and kissed you stupid.

Right there.

In the middle of the chaos, with neon lights flashing and people screaming and beer spilling onto the floor.

You gasped into her mouth before melting into it, arms sliding around her waist, your body pressing flush against hers like you wanted to burn the moment into your skin.

And Jinx?

Jinx just smirked against your lips.

Because, yeah.

Maybe she did like this.

Maybe she loved it.

And maybe—just maybe—she was never gonna let you go.

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Sevika.

The venue was packed, the air thick with anticipation. You had the crowd eating out of the palm of your hand, your voice cutting through the bass, a raw, magnetic presence on stage. The lights flickered in sync with the beat, flashing as your body moved effortlessly with the rhythm, the mic gripped in your hand like you were born to hold it.

And Sevika? Well, she was front and center, standing just off to the side, watching you with an intensity that almost felt suffocating. Her posture was rigid, her arms crossed, her gaze never once leaving you.

Her heavy, leather-clad frame was nearly a stark contrast to your energy—wild, chaotic, and untamed as you commanded the stage. But you knew what she was thinking. Knew that under all that tough exterior, there was a fire. A fire that you had kindled long ago.

And tonight? That fire was burning brighter than ever.

---

The song ended, and the crowd erupted into a roaring applause. You took a breath, your chest heaving with exertion, sweat dripping down your neck. But you weren’t done yet.

With a wicked grin, you grabbed the mic, looking straight at Sevika.

“You think you can keep up, big girl?” you teased, voice dripping with playful arrogance.

Sevika’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was a cold, almost predatory glint in her eyes. “I could do this all day,” she muttered, her voice low, the words meant just for you.

The crowd was still cheering, but all you cared about in that moment was the tension that was crackling between you and Sevika. You’d both been dancing around it for so long—the chemistry, the constant pull, the teasing glances, the silent challenges that never seemed to break. But tonight? Tonight you were done playing games.

You took a few steps toward the edge of the stage, reaching out for her, pulling her closer. The crowd was still lost in the music, the band riffing off to the side, but all that mattered now was her—her and the way she looked at you like she wanted to devour you whole.

Sevika’s large hand gripped your wrist with a firm, almost possessive force, pulling you into her space. She towered over you, but her breath was steady, controlled, as if she was trying to hold back a flood of desire.

“You think you can just waltz in here and—”

Before she could finish, you closed the distance, your lips crashing into hers. The kiss was fierce, hungry—no longer playful, but desperate. Your body pressed against hers, and you could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she resisted just enough to drive you crazy. But you weren’t having it. You needed her. And you weren’t going to stop until you had her.

Sevika’s hand slid down your back, gripping your waist with a force that left your breath stolen. She pulled you closer, her lips moving against yours with urgency, heat building between you both. Her other hand threaded into your hair, tugging you even closer, pulling you deeper into the kiss like she couldn’t get enough.

You gasped when she bit your lip, just enough to make you shiver. “You’re playing with fire,” Sevika growled, her voice raw, breath hot against your skin.

And all you could do was smirk up at her, feeling the thrill of the chase. “I’ve never been afraid of fire,” you whispered back.

Without warning, Sevika spun you around, pushing you against the nearest wall backstage, her body pressing against yours, heat radiating off of her. She leaned in close, her lips brushing your ear as her breath ghosted over your skin. “If you think this is just a game,” she murmured, “you’re wrong.”

Your hands found their way to her chest, tracing the muscles hidden beneath her leather jacket. “Then stop playing and show me,” you dared her, your voice low, taunting.

The air between you crackled with electric tension, both of you pushing, pulling, testing the boundaries until it felt like something was going to break. Sevika’s lips hovered dangerously close to yours, her breathing ragged, as if she was barely holding herself together.

And then she leaned in, capturing your lips again, deeper this time—no more teasing, no more games. It was as if the kiss itself was a release, a breaking point of every silent moment between you, every want you both kept locked away.

When she finally pulled away, she smirked down at you, her voice a dangerous whisper, “This is just the beginning, sweetheart.” Her hands were already trailing down your sides, her lips just inches from yours, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

---

Back on stage, you finished the set with a wicked grin. You knew you’d both be facing the aftermath of that moment soon. But for now, the music carried on, and you knew Sevika was right where she belonged—on the edge of control.

And you? You were done being patient. Tonight, there would be no more running from this intensity.

The chaos had only just begun.

[ldydeath]

I Need Somebody | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 22ND

Summary: A night out with friends changes the whole trajectory of your life when you meet Jiyong. Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fluff. Author’s Note: Here is day 22 of the April Challenge. I thought this was cute, hopefully you all enjoy.

The music pumped through your veins as if it was your blood supply as you danced around the dance floor. Your best friend’s hand in yours as the crowd gathered around you. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had, how many hours you’d been dancing away. Work had been too much lately - your life had been too much, really, and you just needed a night of fun. To forget at least for a little while.

He’d noticed you as soon as you’d walked in, took count of each drink, made sure you were safe out there. He didn’t know why he’d felt so protective of you, maybe broken souls had a way of crying out for each other and he could tell whatever front you were putting on was just that. He smirked as you moved further away from the group of guys who had approached you. He was ready to interfere if he needed too, but you seemed to be handling your own just fine. 

Your name being called on the mic drew you from your thoughts and you looked over at your best friend, confused. 

“Go! It’s your turn for karaoke!” She squealed, pushing you towards the stage.

Fuck. 

You’d definitely forgotten you’d signed up when you got there. Jiyong watched as you made your way to the stage, happy to have caught your name without having to work for it. You took the mic with a nervous gulp as you turned to face the audience. You didn’t bother to look up at them as the music started. Jiyong raised a brow as he recognized the familiar tune of Untitled start up. Not a typical go to karaoke song. 

Mustering whatever courage you could find in your tipsy body, you sang along to a song you’d loved for the last ten years. You were so lost in the lyrics, in the hurt, in the begging for the lost love to come home that you didn’t see him. Your idol was literally standing feet in front of you, watching you sing your heart out to his song. The crowd had parted for him like he was some kind of savior and maybe he was but you were so oblivious to all of it. Eyes closed, willing yourself not to cry as you belted your heart out. 

As the song came to an end, you blinked - the music going back to its upbeat tune and you handed the mic back to Steve, the MC of the evening before catching a glimpse of a scarfed head. Surely not. He wouldn’t be in such a place, not alone. But as you exited the stage there he was. Waiting. Why was he there? Oh god. He’d heard you, hadn’t he?

“Nice song choice.” He smirked at you like he knew you. 

“Thanks.” You blushed, your eyes frantically searching for your friend. 

Jiyong picked up on it, of course he had. He’d been mesmerized by you the entire night. He spotted your best friend, dancing away with a guy and he turned back to face you.

“I think she might need your help.” Your gaze followed his and you let out a sigh.

“That’s her boyfriend. Didn’t realize he’d shown up.” You shrugged, a small smile covering your sadness. 

Jiyong picked up on that too. It had been a long time since someone had interested him in the way you had. He wanted to offer you a record deal and get to know you - maybe even marry you. He was getting too ahead of himself. 

“I’d offer to buy you a drink but I feel you’ve had enough already.” Your arms folded at his words, a brow raised. 

“You don’t know how many drinks I’ve had.”

“And you do?”

You paused, looking up at him. He was smirking at you, brows raised in a challenge and your stomach flipped. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way you were having a conversation with Kwon Jiyong. No way. 

“Thought so.” He moved to the side, letting you walk in front of him. He definitely didn’t mind the view from this side. “It was six by the way.”

“You’ve been watching me?” Your heart raced at the thought of someone you’d had a crush on since childhood noticing you. Let alone counting your drinks.

“Someone had to make sure you were safe. Sure as hell wasn’t going to be your friend.” Your eyes found your best friend again and you snorted. 

“Fair point. Well, thanks for watching me. Totally not at all embarrassed that you heard me destroy your song.” You slid into a booth on the quieter side of the club, Jiyong followed suit. “Sorry about that.”

“You made that song ten times better.” His eyes locked on yours. Full sincerity in his voice as he spoke. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard such raw talent.” He leaned back in his seat, looking you over. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, your eyes casting down to stare at the table. 

Jiyong’s fingers drummed on the table, lost in thought. You needed a confidence boost and he needed more people for his song. Maybe just maybe if he asked you to be a part of it and you met a bunch of other talented people who were blown away by your voice you’d start to believe it too. It was worth a shot, and if you said yes he’d get to see you again. Maybe even get to know why there was sadness in your eyes so he could make it stop. A win for everybody.

“So. I’m working on a song.” Your eyes shot back up. 

“Right, the whole premise of Good Day?” You nodded. “I’ve been watching the show.” He smirked. 

“Then you know I’m recruiting people.” Your heart stopped, eyes widening at his words. 

“Yeah, famous friends of yours, not some unknown girl in a club.” He shrugged.

“Your voice is what the song is missing.” 

“Mr. Dragon, please, you heard me sing one karaoke song.”

“Jiyong.” He snorted, shaking his head. “And one song was all I needed to hear.” He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a card and sliding it across the table. “We record tomorrow.” He pointed to the address. “Please come.” 

You swallowed, your eyes staring at the card before your hand reached out to grab it, Your fingers brushed with his and you shivered at the contact. How long had it been since you’d felt the touch of a man that just the brushing of fingertips was making your head spin? Jiyong noticed, the smirk ever present on his face. You wanted to wipe it off him, but you couldn’t even move from your spot.

“I’ll be there.” If you said yes you couldn’t have time to back out. 

Jiyong’s face lit up when you’d agreed. He’d been prepared to argue with you all night about it, this was easier. The song changed to an upbeat one that just so happened to be your favorite and your face lit up as you slid the card into your pocket. Jiyong, ever observant, noticed and stood up, reaching his hand out towards yours.

“Dance?” You hesitated for a second before taking his hand.

He led you out to the dance floor and your body started moving to the beat of the music. Your arms wrapping loosely around his neck as you swayed your hips. Jiyong understood now why such a crowd had gathered around you earlier in the night. It was as if the music had transformed you, the beat of it bringing you to life. You were made for the music, it had been made for you. 

His arm reached out, grabbing onto your hips as his body moved in sync with yours. It had been a long time since he’d allowed himself to loosen up like this. He could get used to nights like this, but he was getting ahead of himself. He still needed to impress you tomorrow so he could take you out on a real date . 

Before either of you had realized what was happening, as if there was a magnet pulling you together, your lips locked in a kiss. Your tongue darting out to lick his lips, begging for entrance. He happily obliged your request, his lips parting, his tongue meeting yours in a dance. He’d wanted to kiss you since the moment he’d laid eyes on you but he hadn’t wanted to take advantage of the situation. 

He pulled back when his body demanded oxygen and your eyes opened, a smirk on your lips to rival Jiyong’s. You were breathtaking, it almost wasn’t fair. Jiyong wasn’t going to take advantage of you though, not while you’d been drinking. Instead he led you over to your friend, and fixed a stray piece of hair that had gotten loose when he’d kissed you. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nodded and he moved to give you a quick hug. His eyes went from yours to your friends and he nodded. “Get home safe. Call me if you need anything.” 

“Bye Jiyong.” He waved and then headed out the door. 

“What was that about?” Your friend turned to face you.

“I’m going to be singing on a G-Dragon song.” You shrugged, excusing yourself to follow him out. 

It took you a second to spot him, slipping into the backseat of a car. His window rolled down and for a second you stared at each other. Jiyong smirked before he lit up a cigarette, inhaling as he nodded at you. The car door opened slightly and you stepped over to it, sliding into the seat. Jiyong might just be the answer to everything you’d been looking for and you’d be damned if you let him go tonight. Jiyong would happily follow you wherever you wanted to go. He knew he wouldn’t mind doing just that for the rest of his life.

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[stars1997]

Matt Tempe smut I beg u🙏🏼🙏🏼

Here you go! sorry it took so long, but i hope you like it!!

Gaming

Paring(s): Matt Rempe x reader

Warnings: (18+) smut!!!, blowjob, head pushing, trying to keep quiet, getting head while on call with friends, praising, degrading, mentions of head pushing, cum swallowing.

(Not edited)

Summary: Matt was playing video games with his friends. Y/n wants to get his attention. She comes over to him when he’s playing video games and decides to give him a blowie. He’s playing with some friends, so he has to be quiet.

1.2k words

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“Come on guys! You guys’ fucking suck, your literal dog shit. I had two guys on me, and I called for backup but none of you guys came to help.” Matt clicks some buttons on the controller in his hand before reaching up to adjust the mic on his headset so it sat in front of his mouth more.

“Oh, don’t fucking start this shit with me again. Just start the next game and when I call for help you guys better show up.” He shakes his head and lets out a laugh to the voice in his headphones.

He’s been playing video games for the past four hours now. you had no problem with it because it gave you time to do the things that you wanted to do like take a bath and read some of your book. It also allowed you to take a nap that you normally don’t get to take because Matt always bugs you with stupid shit.

but now you have woken from your nap. And after getting a cup of water and a snack you realized that you got nothing else to do. One thing you love to do when Matt is playing video games is to sit and watch him. you take your water and snack over to the couch and sit next to Matt.

“Hi baby. How was your bath and nap?” He asks, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before going right back to his game.

“It was good!” You grab an apple slice and bring it to his mouth so he can eat it. He takes it and chews it fast before he’s back to yelling at his friends.

You lay down on the couch so now your head is resting in his lap so you’re looking up at him. you finish eating your apples, watching him as he plays. You then turn so you’re facing his stomach. Coming up with a plan to entertain yourself.

You give him a fake yawn and pull his shirt over your head. Making him believe that you are just going to take another nap. You move your head in his lap trying to find a comfortable position to lay it. He lets out a grunt before reaching up to mute himself.

“Baby what are you doing?” he pulls his shit up so he can see your face.

“Getting comfortable so I can take a nap on my favorite pillow.” You pull his shirt back over your face not giving him a chance to respond.

You could hear muffled yelling coming out of his headphones. It doesn’t take him long to go back to his game. You lean forward and plant little kisses on his stomach.

He lets out a little hum. You kiss him harder, sucking and pulling at his skin so that it would leave marks. He mutes himself again.

“Stop that. You’re making me hard and I’m trying to play my game. give me like a few more games and then I’ll give you all the attention you need.” You send him a little pout.

“But I want you In my mouth now.” You move off the couch and kneel in front of  him. he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts. You slid them down enough to take his cock out of his pants.

“I’m going to suck you off while you play your game. so, unmute and play your game.” you told him before wrapping your mouth around the head of his cock. He lets out a hiss before reaching up and unmuting his microphone. You were taking your time knowing that it would make him frustrated.

“Come on guys lets finish this thing up. I’m getting tiered and want to go take a nap.” Matt says before you decide to take him fully into your mouth. His head tips. You could hear the muffled voices talking to him, but you know he wasn’t listening to what they were saying.

You start to move your head slowly. Taking your time and enjoying the feeling of having him in your mouth. you move your head so you’re now sucking the tip of his cock. The taste of precum hits your mouth.

You could tell he struggling to not make a sound. His game basically forgotten now. he tosses his controller to the side. his hand grabs your hair, and he pushes your head down. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Guys I got to go.” his free hand hits a few buttons on the controller shutting off the console before tossing his headphones to the side landing next to the controller.

“Fuck you couldn’t have waited, could you? you hand to have my dick in your mouth. You nasty little slut. But this is what you wanted right? To be a slut and let the guys hear you sucking my cock?” his hand keeps your head down on his cock. You struggle to take in a breath, giving him two taps on his leg to let him know. He pulls you off his cock and makes you look up at him.

“You pretty little slut. You know the guys ask about how good you are in bed all the time, but I never tell them because your mine. Now, you’re going to suck my cock just how I like it or I’ll make you sleep on the couch tonight. Does that sound good?” You try to nod a yes but his hand that’s still griping your hair stops you.

“Yes.” Your voice also failing you, but he takes it anyway.

“Good fucking girl.” He pushes your head down so his tip is touching your lips. you open your mouth taking him in. your hand wraps around the base of his cock. he pulls your hand away and pushes your head down further. You don’t mind when he pushes your head because you know that if you told him, you didn’t want that he would stop. But you love it when he’s like this so you don’t really care at the moment.

You let him take control for a bit. He will occasionally, thrusting up into your mouth instead of pushing your head down on him. You could tell that now he’s getting closer to cuming.

His cock is twitching in your mouth and his grip on your hair his letting up. You bring your hands up, so they are now resting on his stomach. You drag your nails around his stomach, you could feel his stomach tense up.

He pulls you off his cock. His hand going from your hair to jerking himself off. The tip of his cock now resting on your tongue as you wait for him to let go.

“Fuck. Fuck. Yes! Oh god.” His cum lading on your tongue. Some of it sliding down your chin as you swallow what’s in your mouth.

“Fuck such a good girl for me huh? Always want to please me, don’t you? now go to the bedroom so I can fuck you for being a brat.” You stand up leaning forward to give him a kiss on his lips.

you step back and give him a wink. Taking your top off and sliding your bottoms off too before turning around and walking to your room.

“Brat!” He yells out from behind you.

[the-xolotl]

Peeping-drone.

Alastor x fem!Reader

ღ FoxingMoo Productions - Collaborative writing between me and @denki-69 ; They write the scrip, I write the fic.

ღ a/n: i had SO MUCH fucking fun writing this. thank you so much to Denki’s AMAZING scripting skills and editing bc my dyslexic ass cannot

SUMMARY: We all know about Vox’s voyeurism kink, and he can’t help himself when he sees ex-girlfriend with his worse enemy and he has a wank to watching her get fucked in 4k, 60 FPS

CW: she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, exhibitionism/voyeurism, belly bulging, cucking, monster fucking, demon Alastor, breeding, knotting.

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Vox is being double fucked, and not in a way he wants to be. First, he’d caught win of the Radio Demon being back in town, hanging around, and second, possibly even worse, His ex-girlfriend is hanging around that old-timely prick. He had found momentary solace that from what he saw through the many drones circling the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor seemed to show a disdain for the woman. However, that quickly turned sour for him that night when he decided to be a peeping-tom over Alastor’s open window. The deer demon doesn’t often do that. In fact, he never did. This “slip up” gave him the perfect opportunity to peer up close.

Boy, he is going to deeply regret it. His drone hovered closer to the window with the open curtain, clear view straight into his bedroom and Alastor’s bed. The camera focused and zoomed into the mostly dimly lit room adjusting the mic sensitivity to pick up whatever noise was going on in the room. Vox didn’t have to turn up the gain very high, though, as soon as the camera came in contact with the glass moans and squeals could be heard in the surround-sound set up of Vox’s television room. And much to his dismay, in all 4k glory, the images coming in through said drone on the big screens is of none other than Alastor with her, together, on his bed, fucking.

Vox short circuited, eyes widened and smile completely fell as he gawked at the screen in front of him; his blood ran cold as he watched her riding Alastor as he lazily pumped his cock into her tight cunt. He could see the way the deer demon dug his claws into the fat of her ass cheeks to spread them further apart. This made her mewl and spread her knees further apart around Alastor’s hips as she met his thrusts at the same slow pace.

“F-fuck… Alastor… please.” her voice is broken and breathy, spent as if they’ve been at this for a while. Her moans sounded pathetic despite how loud she’s still being, begging for more, faster and harder but Alastor was not complying.

Alastor chuckled handsomely, kneading the globes of her ass ceasing his movements but not before pressing her down on his cock to bury his tip against her cervix. “Where are your manners, my dear?” he crooned, smile widening mischievously as she whined loudly. Still, she didn’t dare move or even grind her hips.

Tears began to well up in her eyes, “Sir! Sir! Please, Alastor!” she begged, nails digging into his chest out of desperation.

Alastor adjusted his grip on her ass, hands sliding from her hips down to the bottom of her ass to better support her weight, pleased with the sound of her fucked out voice. “That’s better, sweetheart. I suppose I should finally give you what you want, hmm?” Alastor side eyed the drone buzzing outside of the window, the screen in Vox’s TV glitched for a second before coming back into focus, now making eye contact with the radio demon through the lens. He pulled her up to the very tip of his cock and slammed into her tight heat as he let her also push her hips down meeting in the middle. Alastor fucked into her with renewed fervour, burring himself balls deep with every hammering thrust.

The grip on her was a vice, hard enough to prick the skin. Tiny droplets ran down her thighs, his hands and stained Alastor’s hips every time they met. She nearly toppled over atop Alastor’s chest, having to grip the headboard to keep herself from falling completely forward. Taking the opportunity, Alastor took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the hardened bud making the demon cry out, her tears cascaded down her cheeks from the ecstasy that coursed ramped through her body. The stimulation was almost too much for her to take, her jaw went slack feeling the next orgasm building in her core.

Alastor finally tore his gaze from drone to grip her jaw tightly making them lock eyes and bringing her face close to his, “Tell me who you belong to, my sweet,” long tongue darting out to lick the tears off her redden cheeks, “I want you to tell me just how good you feel,” his voice dropping down an octave and radio static buzzing picking up.

“You! I belong to you Alastor!” she shouted, arching her back more tears cascading down her reddening cheeks. “Only you can make me feel this good, sir. I’m yours only!” She could barely form the words with Alastor’s fingers digging into the meat of her cheek. The stinging of his nails felt delicious, his cock nuzzled deep in her cunt was absolutely delirium inducing, making her eyes roll back.

Meanwhile Vox on the other side of the screen couldn’t tear his eyes away from the big tv. As angry as he is, the erection pulsating in his tight trousers is begging to be given attention. He groans loudly, palming himself through the fabric to the sound of her voice begging for more, Vox seethed hearing Alastor’s name sound so pretty falling from her lips in such a lewd manner.

Alastor’s smile turned maniacal, full of satisfaction, as he pulled out of her completely, making her whine loudly in protest. But it died in her throat when he forcibly pushed her on her back against the mattress.

“That’s right, my dear. Only me. You’re just my perfect little slut, aren’t you?” the deer-demon slammed himself inside her tight heat with one powerful thrust. He started a relentless pace, more brutal than the last, hammering hard enough to make her entire body recoil and slide over the sheets. She had to hold on to his forearm and biceps to hold herself in place so his fat cock could keep plunging all the way in, desperate to have this cock kissing her cervix. “That’s my good girl,” he purred, leaning over to steal her lips in a savage kiss. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth wrapping around her own. She felt like she was quickly running out of oxygen as if Alastor was sucking the very air from her lungs. She didn’t attempt to pull away and continued kissing, letting him swallow all her needy noises.

Vox couldn’t stand it anymore, shoving his hand inside to furiously stroke his rock-hard cock. Groaning and moaning along to her, whining her name as his free hand came to touch the screen. It was humiliating, disgusting, and aggravating all at the same time how intensely aroused he was and the fact that Alastor was fully aware he’s watching. He knows the smug, old time-y bastard is doing all of this on purpose but he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to.

“You’re such a good girl… I’m going to fill you to the brim, my dear. You better not waste a single drop,” he growled, finally pulling away from the kiss, leaving her gasping for air, “And I’ll keep going until you’re full of my fawns. Would you like that, sweetheart? To be bred by me?” She could barely process any of what he’s saying but she nodded, fucked completely dumb, her pussy fluttering and tightening around him.

She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence without slurring her words, “Yes yes yes yes yesyesyesyes! Please breed me sir. Want to be so full, please.” Alastor has nearly achieved fucking her completely into submission, she was so pliable under his touch now.

The more she mindlessly begged, the faster his knot swelled and he was ready to drain his balls into her waiting womb. Her voice only made him grow more feral, demonic form taking over as his antlers and limbs grew in size stretching her cunt even wider. “As you wish, my dear. You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” his voice becoming more gravelly, radio static so intense it started interfering with the camera that was still pointed directly at them.

She screamed, clawing at his chest, the sheets and anything she could grab. Fresh warm tears stinging her tear-burnt cheeks, “Please.. please… it won’t fit! Alastor!” voice so broken and horse.

But Alastor wasn’t having it, his large hands wrapped around her waist— better said her torso “I’ll make it fit, my dear.” With brute strength his knot bridged her soaked entrance.

His tip also spread over her cervix making it into her womb, releasing his massive load into her, “That’s it… good girl.. I knew you could do it.” He stilled his hips, making sure that not a drop would spill out of her. The sensation alone caused her to squirt, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Everything became too much all at once; the overstimulation hit like a fucking truck, her orgasm washing over her aching body. She shook uncontrollably; she clung hard to Alastor in an attempt to keep herself grounded somehow, but her brain is too fuzzy and her eyes are barely open.

The deer chuckled, licking and kissing the remaining tears off her face, “You’re such a good girl. It’ll get easier with time, don’t you worry, sweetheart.” He nuzzled her neck and cheek, a little sob falling from her lips feeling the sting on her cheeks from crying. But even in her delirious state when her face turned towards the window she caught sight of the drone and her eyes went wide. “You put on quite a show for our old pal. Now he knows who you belong to, isn’t that right, my sweet brat?” He kissed her cheek again, holding it gently for the camera.

Vox shamelessly zoomed in with the hand that was covered in his cum, focusing the high definition lens on her blissed out face. She whined at the realization Vox had been watching and hearing that whole thing, she squirmed as her cunt pulsated, turned on by the fact she had been viewed in such a depraved state.

“Tut-tut. No moving. You’re not wasting a single drop,” Alastor chided pushing even deeper into her. Her back arched painfully screwing her eyes close finally letting herself fall in the feeling of fullness. Full to the absolute brim, so much so her belly protruded prominently.

Alastor rubbed at her belly with a wide Cheshire smile, “Is this the only way to get you to cease being such an infuriating woman? You’re always so good when I stuff you this much.”

At that point the post orgasm shame was hitting Vox too hard, feeling half disgusted with himself he moved away from the window and closed down the stream. He could only stare at his soiled hand, contemplating.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Brie's the kind of guy to hide his plushies before sex and especially during one of his 🌽 streams. He doesn't want them to see him jerking off before the crowd of however many decided to join his stream, but also also he doesn't want them getting in the way of his time with his darling. Whenever Gremlin Reader is upset at him they sit off screen cradling one of his plushies hoping he'll lose his erection and end things early. Unfortunately for them, they're so darn cute when they pout it only puts him in more of a mood. Their plans technically work out in the end because there's no way he can last long with them being so adorable.

-

Gremlin Reader whispers as quietly as they can to the stuff elephant while still being heard - pinching one of its ears in their fingers as they side-eye Brie. "Can you believe what this fuckin perv is doing right in front of us?"

Brie leans into his mic as he whines- The motion is all that keeps him from begging them to speak just a little louder. So cute- even when they're doing everything they can to throw him off his momentum. He'd love to give them a piece of his mind once he's through with the stream, but the instance he leaves his seat he knows he'll be at their mercy - pleading for every each of them, like he always does when he's away from them for long. He loves them afterall-

"I think he just came too- Using my underwear. Does he have no shame?"

Though, sometimes he wished they wouldn't poison the ears of the innocent.

[inf3ct3dd]

streamer!ellie headcanons

warnings: yo no se

content : streamer!ellie headcanons 🔥🔥

authors note : the streets r calling and they’re telling me to write streamer ellie hcs….

- def started off as a faceless streamer. she wasn’t really comfortable on camera, and she just thought it would be way easier. you can only see her shoulders-down leaving her (deliciosu. scrumptious. yummy) arms in the cameras view.

- her twitch user is “creeperewman” cuz shes like…discreetly hiding her initials and referencing the best minecraft parody ever 😕!!!

- bought the most random shitty mic and webcam and started streaming 🔥🔥 she never got rid of either of them its part of her odd loser charm

“‘fartmaster69:it’s probably cuz your camera’ it’s probably bc of YOUR CAMERA!!! theres nothing wrong w my camera bro 😞”

“don’t listen to them…ur perfect 🤫 IM NOT TALKING TO U GUYS IM TALKING TO MY CAMERA”

- only had a few viewers the first couple times she streamed, and it was some random 10 yr old who kept spamming “yassss” in the chat and some dude who said she was shit at minecraft 😞 he was LYING

- started off doing minecraft speed runs (or trying to) and got like way good over time

- she randomly started getting more and more viewers, because people kept posting abt her and calling her fine on tiktok , making edits of her hands and her voice 😭😭 (real)

- as she got more and more viewers, she started branching out more with the games she’d play. def loves shooter games like cod and pubg, but she’d also play like indie horror games like faith (omg markiplier fans would know)

- she has a orange cat she named garfield (cuz…of course she does) and he’s always sitting on her lap during her streams or messing w her setup 💔💔

- def put stickers all over her headset and showed them off all proud on stream

- designed her own cute banners and stuff for streams 😞!!!

- def had a subreddit/disc server with her viewers where she’d let them give her game recs or make memes of her

- ppl saw her guitar in the back of her streams and BEGGED HER to play it and she had her own lil concert stream !!! she was so freaking nervous and messed up a bunch the first like minute or two but like after that she was in the ZONE

“‘ewswife: i wish i was that guitar’ oh!! you guys are so…kind!!!”

- when she INSANELY hit 1k, she did a face reveal and she hit 10k the same day 😦 the amount of edits that ppl made was actually insane. ESP ONES MAKING FUN OF DREAMS FACE REVEALLLL

- started doing much more random shit on stream after she got more famous. she LOVES cooking on stream, and she’d start reacting to random shit ppl sent her on the subreddit

- she cut her hair on stream once, and everyone in the chat kept spamming “yo bob…is fye” for like 5 minutes 😪

- “you’re at work watching me? i hope you get fired. i mean. i hope you don’t get fired 😞”

- she gets so many thirst comments and like…is terrible at responding to them

“‘ewleftbicep: you look so vulnerable today’ WHAT”

- she has her own apartment cuz of her awesome streaming money 🔥🔥🔥 soundproofed walls too cuz she’s. loud.

- one day, you were walking on campus to a class. you had your headphones on, listening to your main playlist on shuffle, when you got stopped by someone. you pulled your headphones off your ears and gave the man in front of you a confused look. you looked down to his hands, holding a tiny mic, and another dude holding a camera.

“what song are you listening to?” he held the microphone towards you, awaiting your response.

you quickly responded “uhm, last goodbye, by jeff buckley.” and stood there awkwardly, pushing a piece of hair out of your face.

the man quickly thanked you and you walked away, slightly suprised.

- after a couple hours, the video had blown up and the comments were filled with people complimenting you.

pickleluna: jeff buckley girl is so fine

minyonlala: 3rd girl is so bad

rilakkila: I NEED JEFF BUCKLEY GIRL

and unknown to you, someone else found you on their fyp.

creeperewman: guys what is the 3rd girls @. im literally BEGGING BRO PLEASEEE

- ewleftbicep: BEING DESPERATE ON MAIN IS CRAZY

- ewsgirlf: random tiktok girl stole my wife 💔

- elliewilliamsidechick: guys im literally the 3rd girl 😂😂😂

- it didn’t take long for your phone to be blown up with people sending you the video, tagging you in funny comments, and finding your instagram. you watched the video, and saw ellie was the top comment. you checked her profile, and saw how FINE she was, and immediately responded

- y/nmainn: guys 😳😳😳 what if i was the third girl 😳😳

- ellie checked her phone and saw thousands of people tagging your comment, and she wasted zero time following you on tiktok. and your instagram. its not stalking if its in your bio, right?

- you two immediately hit it off, and ellie loved the fact that you had absolutely no idea who she was. to you, she was just some hot girl. not some famous streamer you were obsessed with.

- she didn’t even realize you two went to the same school until she saw you in her astrophysics class one day, and she almost had a heart attack when you waved at her and walked over to sit next to her.

“what a coincidence.”

- she took you out on your first date to a planetarium, and not even a week after, asked you to be her girlfriend.

- she definitely teaches you how to play her favorite games. but she gets wayyyy defensive when you beat her.

“im just letting you win.”

“beginners luck.”

but shes SO COCKY when she beats you

“hey, don’t be so hard on yourself after this. not your fault im a professional!”

“aw, maybe one day you’ll be as good as me”

- definitely helps you build your own pc.

- loves watching you play things like animal crossing or stardew valley, always lays on your shoulder while you’re on the couch.

“why are you being so mean to gaston :((“

“because hes UGLY and he has an ugly house and he’s ruining my village.”

“wowww you’re bullying a little bunny man because he doesn’t fit your aesthetic 😒 so mean”

- if you like more aggressive games like cod, she loves listening to you talk shit while you play and always makes fun of people with you. (she thinks its hot when you’re mean to people)

- her chat absolutely loves you, and every time you stream together its a continuous stream of “me and who” and “when is it my turn 😪”

[defectivevillain]

whispers in the night

pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/Reader

reader's race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns used.

summary: When you can't fall asleep, you stumble out to the common room to get a snack—only to find Shinsou on the couch, similarly restless. After a moment's contemplation, you sit down next to him and the two of you share a quiet night in.

word count: 1.9k | ao3 version

warnings: exhaustion, fatigue, insomnia

You can’t fall asleep. 

Despite how incredibly busy your day has been—what with classes, sparring, and Quirk training—you’re still left staring up at the ceiling in frustration as you attempt to go to bed. You’ve had your eyes closed for roughly an hour or so, but you haven’t fallen asleep. Gritting your teeth, you decide to get up and grab something to eat. You’re not even sure if that little trick will help you fall asleep, but at this point, you’re desperate. As you quietly walk through the halls and into the common room, you’re surprised to find that someone else is also awake. You’re less surprised when you see Shinsou sitting on the couch, looking down at his phone.

“You look like a raccoon,” Shinsou says in lieu of a greeting. You point to the dark circles under your eyes and he nods. You mumble some half-assed explanation about being tired, before deciding to reply honestly. 

“That’s ironic, coming from you,” you say jokingly. Shinsou evidently expects the remark, because he simply rolls his eyes. Distracted from grabbing a snack, you move to sit next to him. The couch is surprisingly comfortable, and there are decorative pillows thrown about the cushions that Momo created a bit ago. You grab one and hold it against your chest. 

“Well, dark circles are typical for me,” Shinsou remarks casually, with a sense of resigned defeat. You immediately sense what he’s implying. 

“I know,” you acknowledge. He’s absolutely right, of course. You’re just not sure why you’ve been so sleepless lately. You tell him as much. “I’ve just been restless.” 

Shinsou nods silently. Immediately, you feel guilty for bemoaning your lack of sleep, when Shinsou is hardly ever able to sleep. Yet here you are, complaining about the one time that you’re awake at night. An apology is on the tip of your tongue when Shinsou inexplicably leans close to you. He stretches and grabs the remote on the cushion next to you before returning his attention to the television in front of you. A familiar icon appears on the screen. 

“Is that Netflix?” You ask, unable to keep the surprise from your voice. The lack of Netflix on the common room television has been a sticking point for many of your fellow classmates. You can recall countless times in which Kaminari or Sero practically begged Present Mic and Aizawa to get a shared Netflix account for the class. Their pleas never went very far, though. “Holy shit, how’d you-”

“Stole Aizawa’s password.” You stare at Shinsou, whose eyes are locked on the screen ahead. He clicks on the remote a few times, evidently selecting the right letters for the username and password. Even as he does so, it takes you several moments to process just what he said. 

“You did not,” you say in disbelief. 

“I did,” Shinsou grins, clicking on the yellow profile with your teacher’s name under it. Aizawa’s home screen comes up and you can’t help but laugh incredulously. Shinsou’s lips twist ever so slightly—he’s evidently proud of himself—and he turns to you. “What do you want to watch?”

The two of you eventually decide to watch The Great British Bake Off, since you don’t quite want to commit to watching something serious. Besides, you’re half-expecting that at least one of you will fall asleep. Shinsou clicks on an episode and you lean back against the couch. The pillows are strewn about the floor now; you promise yourself you’ll pick them up later.

The baking show is rather entertaining, you have to admit. Shinsou seems to think so too, as he occasionally huffs or smiles ever so slightly. You find yourself torn between watching the television and, well, watching him. The first episode passes within no time at all. Shinsou plays the next one and, in a sudden burst of spontaneity, you lean your head against the edge of your cushion. You're dangerously close to resting on Shinsou’s shoulder, but you manage to keep the distance between you. 

You do notice, however, that Shinsou’s arm is hovering on the back of the couch. Once you realize that, the show is suddenly far less captivating. Your heart races as his hand falls further down the back of the couch. Blinking slowly, you turn your attention back to the program. Unfortunately, your fatigued body decides to entirely disobey you, and you feel yourself falling into Shinsou’s shoulder before you can contemplate the consequences. Thankfully, he doesn’t shove you off of him or anything. In fact, his arm falls from the back of the couch to rest around your shoulders. 

You feel yourself beginning to grow tired as time passes, but you desperately want to remain awake and keep Shinsou company. It must be terribly isolating to constantly be restless at nighttime. Despite these thoughts, however, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to slip closed. You’re in a bit of an awkward position and Shinsou’s shoulder digs into your neck. Suddenly, you’re tugged to the side and into a significantly more comfortable position. You blink your eyes open briefly, surprised to find that you’re now pulled against Shinsou’s chest. Before you can overanalyze that, however, you’re drifting off again. 

An immeasurable amount of time later, you're roused from slumber and lightly jostled. You feel an arm supporting your back and another under your legs. Is someone... carrying you? You try to open your eyes, but your eyelids are stinging and you soon forget to resist sleep. 

The next time you wake, you find your phone alarm blaring extremely loudly. Groaning, you grab it and try to hit the snooze button. Unfortunately, it’s a bit too late for you to go back to sleep—the sheer volume of the alarm has entirely roused you from slumber. You sigh and push yourself up into a sitting position, electing to scroll through things on your phone for a few minutes. You grab your blanket and tug it up further, feeling chilly all of a sudden.

…Wait a second. Didn’t you fall asleep in the common room last night? You bite your lip and try to remember what happened. Sure enough, you went to the common room and watched TV with Shinsou. You look down at your blanket and frown. How did you end up back in your room? You definitely didn’t walk back. You try to recall the events of the last night, only to freeze upon remembering your short time awake. Someone had been carrying you. 

You’re suddenly immensely grateful that you don’t have a fire Quirk, otherwise your room would be entirely doused in flames. As it is, your heart is pounding treacherously in your chest. You can’t help but think about Shinsou’s arms around your back and legs, the ease with which he lifted you... 

Safe to say, you’re sufficiently frazzled for the rest of the morning. You scramble through your typical routine and grab a quick snack before deciding to go to class a bit early. Surprisingly, you’re far from the only one there. Iida is present, of course. Kirishima, Jirou, and Shinsou are all in their seats too. You greet everyone and walk over to your desk.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Kirishima asks once you sit down. He’s just so sweet. You’d been talking to him yesterday about your trouble sleeping, after all. You’re touched by his concern, of course, but his question immediately provokes what you’d been trying to forget—Shinsou carrying you back to your dorm.

“Oh, um, I slept well,” you choke out, feeling extremely flustered. You suddenly want the ground to swallow you whole. Feeling eyes on you, you turn to find Shinsou staring at you. The satisfied gleam in his eyes confirms your suspicions from before. You take a deep breath and turn back to Kirishima, getting lost in casual conversation. 

Throughout the rest of class, you feel Shinsou’s gaze burning into the back of your head. When the bell finally rings, signaling the end of the period, you sidle up to him and the two of you walk out of the room together. It’s lunchtime now, but neither of you are moving towards the cafeteria with any modicum of speed. Eventually, all of your classmates pass by and Shinsou and you are left alone in the hallway. 

“You didn’t have to carry me back,” you eventually say, once the tense silence between you grows to be unbearable. You can’t help but notice the furrow to Shinsou’s brows—a clear sign that he’s avoiding an answer. 

For a long moment, he is entirely silent. You decide to wait for Shinsou to explain. When he finally does break his silence, he says something entirely unexpected. “What if I wanted to?”

“What?” You ask, convinced you misheard him. 

“I... wanted to,” Shinsou repeats, significantly quieter this time. You blink at him a few times. Somehow, it’s still taking you a while to process just what he’s saying. When you finally comprehend his statement, your eyes widen and you stare at him in thinly-veiled surprise. 

“Oh,” you remark dumbly. “Well... thanks.” Maybe I should lose sleep and come out to the common room more often, you think to yourself. 

“Maybe you should,” Shinsou responds. It takes you several moments to realize that your last remark was voiced aloud and you suddenly feel like melting into an embarrassed puddle on the ground. But the expression on Shinsou’s face is nothing short of complete sincerity—coupled with an attractive confidence that you know to be a result of his extensive sparring sessions with Aizawa. 

“Maybe I will,” you say with a small smile. 

That night, you will venture out to the common room once more. Shinsou will be resting on the couch again and you’ll take your place beside him, before grabbing the remote and scrolling through Netflix. The two of you will stumble upon the account’s history and laugh at the shows Aizawa seems to enjoy, before choosing one to watch. This time, your head will fall on Shinsou’s shoulder much sooner; this time, he wraps an arm around your shoulder without hesitation. You’ll admit in murmurs that you enjoy spending time with him, and he’ll echo the sentiment. For a quick yet seemingly endless stretch of time, the two of you will sit in silence. Then, possessed by some otherworldly courage, you will lean close and ask to kiss him—only for him to meet you halfway and make the first move. 

Then, since the both of you have horrible luck, Aizawa will walk in and interrupt you. You will try to break apart, but it’ll be too late. For a long moment, your teacher will study the both of you, before an unimpressed expression appears on his face and he mentions that he got a notification that someone was using his Netflix account. Shinsou will try to play dumb—and you’ll remain silent, out of fear for your life—before Aizawa, knowing when to give in, huffs and bids you both a good night.

But right now it’s lunchtime, and all the words you want to say feel trapped under your tongue. And before you can summon the courage to even begin telling Shinsou just what he means to you, Kaminari appears out of nowhere and slings his arms around you both. The moment between Shinsou and you is temporarily broken, but you smile with the knowledge that you’ll reunite with him in the quiet night once more.

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[heyjwi]

game over | pjs

no synopsis just sub nerdy gamer jwi

(i’m going insane bro. i came out of my coma after these pics dropped so enjoy <3) _________________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

it’s a known fact that if jisung was asked ‘games or you’ he’d pick games. he was addicted to sitting at home in front of a screen, wearing his nerdy little glasses and shouting curse words to his friends through his mic.

today , jisung looked way too fine to be left alone. his hair slightly damp from the shower he took a little while ago, and those thick rimmed glasses that suit his face so well. you quietly manoeuvred your way over to his desk and stared down at him blankly.

‘what do you want baby?’ , he whispered, averting his eyes to you then back to his pc. you didn’t speak a word, slowly moving to sit on the floor. jisung smiled awkwardly, oblivious to what would come next.

your hand made its way to rest on his thigh, but jisung just kept talking to his friends through his headset. it was annoying how he could just ignore your presence.

he looked down at you for a split second when he felt your hands rubbing his clothed cock. moving excruciatingly slow. with a soft moan, jisung leaned back into your touch, his cock hardening even more under your hands. his eyes never leave the screen as he focuses on the game.

you chuckled at how eager he was to keep playing, but one thing you do know is that he can never resist you. jisung stopped playing for a second to pull down his sweats, looking down at you before going back to the game.

jisung groaned softly, pushing the mic away from his plush lips as you began to stroke him. he can feel the sensations coursing through his veins, his hips moving rhythmically with your hand, seeking more pleasure.

his moans grow louder now as he reached to mute his mic, which he unknowingly misses since his first instinct was gripping the side of the chair instead. ‘baby go faster fuck.’ jisung breathes out between gasps for air. ‘nd don’t stop... please’, he begs, thrusting his hips forward into your hand when your fingers grip his cock tighter.

you increased the pace of your hands, feeling him shaking in his chair. jisungs hands find yours, guiding them up and down his length as he loses himself in the pleasure you're giving him. jisungs eyes are closed now, sweat trickling down his face from the intensity of the moment.

his headset had already fallen off when you start to hear his friends, the muffled yells and hushes made you chuckle a little.

‘you don’t wanna play anymore ji?’, you whispered, inching closer to him as spurs of cum started leaking out of him.

‘i cant even f-focus..’, he moaned out breathlessly. you moved to lick his leaking cock, looking up at his eyes, his specs now wonky and eyes filled with tears. jisung lets out a strangled cry as you take him into your mouth. his hips jerk upwards, trying to get more of himself to fit inside your warm mouth.

jisungs fingers sink into your hair, holding you close as he feels the head of his cock brushing against the back of your throat. his hips buck wildly, fucking your mouth in a desperate search for release. he whines and whimpers, feeling your tongue attacking his sensitive cock, but he just doesn’t want you to stop.

jisungs moans become louder, more desperate as you take him deeper. he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing in your mouth, ‘gonna cum..’ he warns between gasps for air.

you gagged on his cock feeling his hand pushing on the back of your head. as his loud whimpers echo through the room, jisung releases his seed into your mouth. his cock throbs as he pumps hot, salty cum into your throat. he holds onto your hair tightly for support, his entire body shuddering with pleasure.

you pull away, wiping the remains of his cum off of your lips. jisung was slouched in his chair, specs hanging off of his face and his cheeks flushed in a bright pink.

the room fell silent, only sounds of jisungs breathing filling the air, until..

‘bro jisung defo just got the best head of his life’

followed with a few laughs heard through his headset…

© heyjwi