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namism · 21 days ago

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first shot (1) | koby

➳ categories: modern au, established relationship ➳ warnings: nsfw (virgin koby, afab reader, masturbation, dry humping, koby has wild fantasies) ➳ word count: 4k

➳ summary: You're Koby's first at everything, so naturally, he has the wildest fantasies about you.

➳ PART ONE | PART TWO | FANART (credits to mibso) ➳ notes: dedicated to and requested by @mibso! 🩷 ➳ cross-posted on ao3

"Did you date anyone before me?"

Koby looks behind his shoulder to eye your laid back form on the bay window of your kitchen. Shaking his head, he looks back at the cup of hot milk in front of him, swirling the liquid to dissolve the clumps of chocolate powder he just dumped five seconds ago.

"No. You're my first."

"So, you're a virgin?"

Koby swears he would have dropped his cup had he been holding it. Instead, he drops the metal spoon and tries with all his might to process your words.

His response is delayed.

"I am," he settles, but it comes out weak, small.

You grin. Koby knew you would. Dating you for the last three months has given him enough foresight for your actions, and you're quite known for your cheekiness. You love seeing him flustered, but he doesn't mind it. Not at all.

You hop off the bay and stroll over to your boyfriend. He prepares himself for your mild teasing, but it doesn't come. You kiss his cheek instead.

"Okay."

It's the last thing you tell him before you disappear into the living room, never to be seen again for the next ten minutes. When Koby peeks past the kitchen archway, he sees you engrossed in the same series you've been watching the past week. Too occupied, he thinks, you won't even bother answering him if he prods any further.

So he sits beside you with his cup of hot chocolate in both hands. He drowns his flustered thoughts in a sea of happy ones, laughing his nerves away as he watches the show you just put on.

But even as he leaves your flat and swaddles himself in his blankets that evening, he's reminded by your questions. Your voice echoes in his head even when his eyes are closed, when exhaustion coos him into slumber. To his luck, the image of your playful grin stays in his head the following morning and the morning after that.

Eventually, he snaps.

"Seriously, now," he whispers to himself because he's ashamed of how he feels. He was in the middle of entertaining Hibari's questions when she brought you up in the middle of a convo and it sent him spiraling.

"I have yet to ask about it," she continued, but Koby was long gone. He doesn't remember what other request Hibari had for him after that. All he remembers is giving a half-assed excuse before scrambling back to his dorm where he can take a breather, and now that he's here, he collects himself painstakingly.

He reflects on his feelings as his body sinks into his bed. Two things are for sure: one, he's still hung up on the question you decided to ask three weeks ago, and two, he's painfully, painfully hard. Very hard.

Koby looks down at his pants. He groans. This isn't the first time he's been hard like this, or the second, or the third. He knows it's out of character. It's beyond stereotypes, superficial impressions. But contrary to what most people think, Koby's been hard several times in his life and he's jacked off more than one would expect, with his own set of fantasies fueling his wildest actions in private—he just doesn't make them public, doesn't voice them out loud. He thinks that if he would, ill-natured banter is going to bite him in the ass, so he shuts up. He keeps quiet.

Unfortunately, he's a virgin. It's quite pathetic, really, but at the same time, maybe not so much. Most people don't lose their virginity until university, so Koby has a few years left until his situation becomes too pathetic for someone who wants to have sex—but he can't blame anybody but himself because he doesn't make the effort to initiate, and never has.

Until getting with you.

Since entering an exclusive relationship with you, Koby has done many things he's never dreamed of doing until age 30 because he's stereotyped as the innocent cutiepie. A sweetheart, a pure soul. You've initiated all things remotely sexual with him—kissing, making out, subtle consensual groping that coaxes a moan out of him—but it never escalates to something more. At least not yet.

It's expected to happen someday. With how you throw yourself at him at any given chance, Koby thinks about giving your relationship a month or two before it happens. Before it gets there. But for now, he's confined to his thoughts and fantasies.

Without question, he grips himself. A sigh leaves his lips when he presses his balls just a bit to relieve the pressure within his pants. He traces his dick with his fingers moments later and spends a minute in deep silence. Half of his thoughts are occupied with sexual fantasies, but the other half speaks to him out of exhaustion. He's tired after a long day, that's no question. Is he willing to spend the last of his energy jacking off?

Koby makes a decision not long after that. Tiredly, he undoes his buttons and slips out of his pants, which he discards on the floor with his shoes. He pumps himself a few times with slow languid movements, like he's still debating whether or not he should stop—but the reluctance jumps out the window once he remembers you, his girlfriend, the very reason why he's in this state, and imagines you kissing him sensually while he touches himself.

As painfully hard as he is, Koby doesn't rush. One hand works himself just the way he needs, while the other is splayed on the sheets to ground himself. His strokes are fluid, beginning from the base of his dick and ending up at his tip before going back down again.

His eyes fall close.

He imagines you again. In his darkest thoughts, you're stripping for him until you're in nothing but your underwear. In his head, you spread your legs wide open for him while your tits bounce free from your bra. Your hair would fall on his pillows. You would guide his dick inside you. In the heat of the moment, Koby speeds his touches and grips his cock tighter, the pressure that presents at his stomach almost unimaginable.

"Fuck, wow— like that please."

He's thinking about what you can do to him. You're bold, you take initiative. So maybe you'd tease his cock with your hands until he's whimpering for release or until he's shooting cum uncontrollably after being edged to his limit. Maybe you can dip your head low and start blowing him clean after his orgasm, or maybe you can wet his cock with your mouth before fucking him again.

You'd guide him to different positions. Maybe you'd start with your favorite. He doesn't know what they are, but he's bound to find out. You probably like the ones that accentuate your features—cowgirl to show your ass, missionary for your tits. Then, when his energy is spent, he can flip you over and take control from behind. Or he can pin you to the wall for a change. Or he can fuck you standing up, if that's your thing. Koby has been working out the past year. Picking you up is no big deal.

He opens his eyes. His cock can't get any harder, any redder. He wets his hand with spit and puts more pressure on his head, teasing it every so often until he's whimpering for more, whimpering like you're there with him. Like you're watching him. Beads of cum stream down the side of his dick as he teases himself further, his thumb swiping over his head, and his fingers massaging his balls just the way he likes it. He traces the underside of his dick with his pointer finger, sickly pretending that it's you, your wet tongue that he would love to suck on given the off chance that you're up for it.

"Fuck, that's so..." Koby curses, but his cock pulses in his hand and he has to take a deep breath in. Hot. 'Hot' is what he would like to say, but he feels embarrassed enough by the barrage of dirty thoughts in his head that he can't get himself to speak it aloud. The best he can do is to curse, but even his faintest curses are muffled by his shyness.

"So, you're a virgin?"

Yes. Yes, he is. So what? Do you want to fuck him, too? Are you meticulously planning on swiping his virginity after months of innocent and not-so-innocent kisses? Koby's eyebrows furrow. Are you thinking of fucking him of his virginity like he's thinking of fucking you?

It doesn't matter, Koby says in his head, and there's a silent agreement between himself and his demons that it truly doesn't because his resolve is quite clear. He can give you all of him if it means getting to fuck you, taste you, and see how good your mouth sucks him dry.

"Fuck, please, please," he begs, "please, please, please, I feel so good, please—"

He cums. It's quite a lot. A waterfall of white liquid leaks from his dick, shooting into his sheets that he has to change later on. Koby doesn't care, though. He keeps cumming into oblivion, wishing again that it's your face he's painting white. As his vision clears in the next few minutes, he decides he'd act on it when he can.

"Next time," he says through heavy pants.

Next time, he's having you.

"Is everything okay in there?"

You're in Koby's dorm room twenty or so minutes later. It's eight in the evening, so you decided to drop by with an offering of store-bought pastries from the bakery that just opened downtown, figuring that he hasn't had anything to eat since that morning. Problem is, Koby was in the shower when you arrived and it's been more than ten minutes since then, so now, you're knocking on his bathroom door.

You're half-worried and half-curious on what he's up to because he hasn't uttered a word since you announced your arrival, which is nothing short of strange. If there's one thing you know about your boyfriend, it's the speed at which guilt eats him up. Koby would've felt bad about making you wait, so he'd storm out of the shower once he learns that you've been waiting for him and apologize profusely.

That doesn't seem to be happening now, though.

"Sorry, just a second!"

With that, you strut back to his study desk and waste your time on a mobile game until Koby emerges from the bathroom. He's hosed down from head to toe, his kobi pink-colored hair thrashed around in a wet mess in need of combing. Although the oddest of it all, beyond the suspicious amount of time it took him to shower, is probably the fact that he's dressed in his pre-shower clothes.

If you squint hard enough, you can see his chest peeking past his white shirt, the fabric sticking to his damp skin and outlining the ridges of his chest.

"You're soaked," you point out.

He laughs nervously.

"Yes, um, I just— I just got out of the shower," he explains, but he sees the source of his problems on the bed. "I didn't bring the towel with me."

Shaking your head, you turn your back toward him. You dig through the bag of pastries, picking out the flavor Koby would appreciate as a post-shower snack. "I could've brought it to you," you say. "Anyway, I bought you something. Check these out when you get changed. I won't look."

Koby nods like you can see him, snatches the towel from his bed, and ransacks his closet for a fresh set of clothes. He hurries to the bathroom, then meets you back outside a few minutes later.

You spin around in his chair. "Did you just change in the bathroom?"

"Yes?" he replies in a questioning tone. "Yes."

You shrug. "I told you I wasn't going to look."

"I was scared you would—" Oh. At that moment, Koby realizes that he is his own downfall. You were signaling an innuendo, suggesting that it was okay for him to change with you around. That you weren't going to ridicule him or anything, that he was safe being bare and vulnerable with you. He wishes he realized this sooner, but he's too abashed to backtrack his words. "That was my bad."

Chuckling to yourself, you walk over to him and throw your arms around his waist. He reciprocates instantly and looks at the pastry in your hands.

"Sweets to fill your stomach?"

The night proceeds calmly, but Koby has to walk back to the bathroom at one point to collect his thoughts. You have no clue what you just walked into earlier. He was in the middle of washing himself clean when you snuck into his room using the spare key he gave you a month ago. The moment he heard you come in, panic consumed him alive until he realized just how lucky he was to have finished before you visited.

As Koby watches you ramble about your day on his bed, he's awfully thankful that he had half the mind to change his bedsheets after that.

"Hey, do you moisturize or something? Why's there a bottle of lotion by your pillows?"

He isn't thankful for his forgetfulness, however, as you seem to have caught up with his dirty antics. Koby watches you feel under his pillows, where you eventually find a bottle of lotion that he had suspiciously hidden there. He panics.

"I-I forgot to"—he gulps—"put it back in the cabinets a-and stuff."

"'And stuff'? I know your hands are smooth, but I always thought they were naturally like that," you say as you inspect the bottle. It's when you raise a questioning brow and Koby pathetically tries to wrestle it from your hold that you burst out laughing. "No way, please don't tell me you—"

"I don't!" He panics. "I don't use— I don't do that silly stuff! Can you please give it back to me?!"

Koby reaches for the bottle in your hands, but you stubbornly move it away. "It fascinates me how guys use lotion to masturbate," you remark. "How does it feel?"

"Good," he answers. His eyes widen. "Actually, very bad. ACTUALLY, I don't even use it! Give it back!"

You smirk. "Pervert."

"I'm not!"

Satisfied with his answer, you toss him back the bottle. Koby shoves it deep inside his closet and comes back to the bed with a face colored pink.

"I know much better alternatives to lotion," you tease. He shakes his head.

"I don't need them."

You laugh. "I'm kidding, you dork. You're so adorable." Falling back into his pillows, you open your arms toward him. Koby crawls over to you and gently lays his head on the pillow beside you.

"I think we should have a sleepover one day," you whisper.

Koby doesn't know where that suggestion came from, but with his thoughts still muddled, there's one thing he wishes that would happen at a sleepover with you.

"I think we should," he says.

A few weeks later, you celebrate your four months together. Koby takes you out to somewhere special after your morning classes, and by evening, you're spending a heartfelt discussion with him by the seaside. When the sun dips past the horizon, you take the peaceful walk back to your apartment, where Koby decides to stay for the night.

"We should put a movie on. Or a show," you suggest as you emerge from your bedroom, freshly showered and clothed in your pajamas. You snuggle beside Koby on the couch, where he flips through the Netflix shows projected on your TV.

"Forever just released," he says. "It's based on a book by Judy Blume, but we have other options."

You shrug. "Put whatever you like."

Koby settles for a coming-of-age movie, a film so reminiscent of the high school days the both of you lived together. Halfway through the film, you've shimmied yourself next to him until he's spooning you on the couch, your legs entangled with his and your face tucked in between his arms.

"Um," Koby stutters as the screen goes dark and orchestrated moans fill the room, "this is awkward."

You sneer. "Figures. Teenagers are horny."

"Yeah..." he says. Looking back at the screen, he makes a face of horror as a sex scene drags on longer than he expected. "But this is unlooked for."

You move around on the couch to face him. Koby looks down at you in his arms. "Don't be a prude," you tease.

"I'm not," he retorts, but he takes it back. "Actually, I kinda am. But this is too much vulgarity for a 16+ movie."

"Of course, a puritan critic." You look back at the screen. The girl is getting her shit rammed raw in a cinematic sequence like the ones you've seen in Euphoria, with the only difference being the magnitude of sexual display overpowering that of the HBO show. Your boyfriend might have a point, but you aren't about to give him that.

"You're making fun of me again," he says. He pokes the side of your waist. You squirm.

"I was joking."

You hit his hip bone to retaliate, but your hand lands dangerously close to somewhere untouched. Koby swears his head spun during the 2 seconds your hand glided across his skin, but he keeps his perverted thoughts at bay because he doesn't want to be disrespectful. When he looks past your head and sees the erotica on the TV, however, he's immediately challenged by his demons.

Little does he know that this is only the start of a tempting evening.

"Come to think of it, I haven't kissed you enough today." Flirtatiously, your hands encircle Koby's head and begin to get handsy with his face. You trace the side of his cheek, his jaw, his neck, until your hands land on his chest. You push him farther into the couch until he's laying on his back, while you hold yourself up on your elbows.

"What are you doing?" he asks, but it comes out as a mumble. Frankly, Koby knows what you're doing. You've kissed him in the same manner before, but the erotic noises coming from the TV and his four-month-long sexual yearning impair his ability to think properly. As you knead his skin through his clothes, you peck his cheek with slow sensual kisses, eventually getting close enough to his lips.

"I'm kissing you," you say in between pecks. "Show is giving me some ideas. Didn't get to kiss you enough today. Happy four months."

Four months, Koby thinks to himself. Not to be a pervert, but Koby wonders if four months is a decent period of time to get seriously sexual with you. He knows it's taboo for some people, but you don't seem to mind it. Your flirty stunts prove that.

Still, Koby holds himself. He doesn't let temptation take over even if he wants it to. The most he does is to support your body weight with a strong arm, then, once you're satisfied with his face, he parts his lips wide enough for yours to slip in just the way they always do. Koby doesn't do much but give you control, instead cherishing a moment well-spent between the both of you.

It starts slow, but kissing you always starts that way. When you climb on top of him and straddle his waist, Koby feels his stomach turn. He's never had you do that before. Worse, he's never made out with you at such a private time. It feels like one passionate kiss away from the best fuck of his life—not that he's had prior experience, but if he did, he'd call the shots right here, right now.

With that, Koby decides that he's horny. His dick stirs in his pajamas in response to your consistent work on his lips. You move more passionately than all the times you've kissed him, your hips matching the rhythm of your lips. Koby tries his hardest to prevent an erection, but your ass lightly grazes him a few times and he admits defeat.

It doesn't take you long to notice it. When you move back, you feel his hard-on through your pajamas. You gaze at his pelvis, but Koby directs your lips back to his with a guiding hand.

As you kiss him once more, you sit down on him. Koby gasps loudly. His hands suddenly come up to feel your hips, your waist, and anything else that they can hold onto. Experimentally, you roll your hips on him, and his grip tightens around your body.

You repeat it for the next couple of minutes to rile him up. Koby responds well to your movements, his lips parting for a whimper and his hips wriggling through the pleasure.

When you're spent, you attach your lips to his jaw and tiredly kiss the skin down his neck. "Koby..." you mumble.

"Yes?" He cranks his head away to allow you more space. He looks at you through hooded eyes, wondering what you're up to next.

You push yourself down on him. Koby feels you through your pajamas, a growing wetness in your pussy. Suddenly, he fears you stopping. He hopes that you don't.

You bite down lightly on his neck. Koby makes a noise.

Looking up at him, you ask, "Do you want me to blow you?"

His eyes snap back down at you. He looks at you through equally watery eyes, needy irises, and plump lips. Koby begins to lose his mind. He's so hard. And in need. But he can't form a coherent reply. Fuck. Is this real?

"Like... that blowing?" is what comes out of his mouth. You grind down on him another time, and this time, Koby doesn't restrain the moan that escapes his lips. He lets it free in your living room, where it battles with the background noise tinkling from the TV.

"Yes. Give you head," you tell him. You snuggle your head into his neck and leave gentle kisses on his skin. "Do you want it?"

Koby's automatic answer is yes. Of course he wants it. As a matter of fact, he's been wanting it for ages. He even yearns for it in his dreams. He doesn't believe it's actually happening, though, so he makes a nervous decision.

But the moment he says yes, you're smiling from ear-to-ear with excitement. You peck his lips before crawling down to his lower body and feeling his thighs. Your hands coil around the hem of his pajamas and slowly pull them down past his hips.

But suddenly, your ringtone alarms from the coffee table.

"Oh no," you curse, "oh no, no, no, you've got to be fucking kidding."

As you hop off the couch and race to answer your phone, Koby's face twists into a frown. Disappointment is etched across his face. You come back into the living room some seconds later, mouthing the words, "my mother" before going back to your bedroom to take the call.

So, Koby shifts around the couch and lays his head on the armrest dejectedly. He's still hard as shit—that's no question—but he doubts you would want to go back to doing the nasty with him right after speaking to your mother. Besides, putting it realistically, he doubts he'd even have the balls to ask you to continue.

When you come back five minutes later, he's admittedly more bummed out than horny. Sensing his disappointment, you cuddle next to him instead.

However, Koby feels that you're equally upset, so he hugs you tightly and rubs a comforting hand on your back.

"It's okay. You can give it to me anytime," he tells you.

You look at him. His eyes are still glossy and his lips are still plump, but you don't miss the sexual frustration on his face. "Anytime?" you ask.

There's a sparkle in your eyes that Koby cherishes. He loves you.

"Yes. Anytime."

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sundrop-writes · 11 months ago

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you were nice to me and acknowledged my existence so i hope you know that means you’ve unknowingly asked for all my dumbass, hyper-specific 12AM bullshit thoughts.

you can turn this into a mini blurb or teen wolf pack headcanon - whatever works for you, but who do you think in the pack is would be into you wearing a necklace (or any form of jewelry really) with their name/initial on it? are they buying it for you or is it something you would have to initiate, do they want one too with your name/initial on it?

i know it’s not everyone’s thing but i think it can be really adorable 🥰

if this isn’t your vibe just let me know, no biggie 🩷

This is absolutely my vibe!!! I love this prompt so much omg. Also, I love it when people come to me with their random 12am bullshit - whether it's just to rant in my inbox about fictional characters or to suggest fic ideas. This is what Tumblr inboxes are for

My requests for Teen Wolf are open!! Just make sure to read my rules first!!

What would the pack think of you wearing a necklace that represents them?

A/N: I changed it from an initial to a representative symbol, partially because of a tiktok that Star sent me the other day of someone selling Teen Wolf necklaces in an Etsy shop that I can't stop thinking about and I want one so badly, and partially because I think Derek's tattoo would make a really amazing necklace.

Warnings: descriptions of canon level violence, I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible (please let me know if I messed up anywhere on that), Isaac's low self eesteem due to his father's abuse, mentions of Jackson x Lydia, references to sex (but nothing descriptively smutty), I think that's it.

Includes: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes (I got tired while writing this so that's all the characters we have lmao)

Derek would love it. It would be his idea - he would be the one to give you the necklace.

He met you shortly before becoming an Alpha, and you were the defining member of his pack. You were the first person he had bitten in order to turn them - you had been bleeding out outside of the Hale house after Peter had stuck his claws through your stomach, sensing Derek's attachment to you (even if it was something that Derek himself hesitated to admit), and he had called Derek weak for taking a liking to you. So the moment after Derek had slashed Peter's throat open, making him the Alpha, he had used his new found power to bite you, ultimately saving your life.

You were someone he had once viewed as his weakness, but he had come to realize that you were his ultimate strength. You showed him how to interact with Erica, Isaac, and Boyd with kindness and understanding, you showed him how to harness his Alpha power with more than just the anger he harboured inside. You showed him love - something his isolated heart hadn't felt in years.

To him, the triskele tattoo on his back represented the three forms of a wolf could take - the powerful, leading Alpha, the following Beta, and isolated, weak Omega. It represents how a wolf can rise to power, but he can also fall to weakness if he's not careful.

When he gave you a necklace with that same symbol as its pendant, he explained to you why it was so important to him that you wear it.

"You have helped me rise to my full potential." He told you, pinning the clasp behind your neck. "Every time I look at this around your neck, I want to be reminded of that. I want to be reminded not to fall to anything less." He kissed the base of your neck, causing you to break into a large smile as his thick, warm arms wrapped around you from behind. "I need to be reminded to serve you a good, loyal Alpha every single day. Not to fall back into my former weaknesses."

"I thought I was your weakness?"

"No. You're my strength."

Isaac would be unsure about it. And it most definitely was not his idea.

It started with you and Lydia hanging out before a lacrosse game - the two of you were getting ready in her room, and while she finished up her makeup, she said 'oh!' as if suddenly remembering something, and then went to her jewellery box. You looked on in curiosity as she pulled out a necklace, and when you squinted closer, you saw that it was a silver pendant with the number 37 on it.

"What's that?" You asked.

"It's Jackson's jersey number." She told you. "It's good luck for a player's girlfriend to wear his jersey number, and I didn't want some big ugly jacket with the numbers written on the back."

It made you wonder if you should wear Isaac's jersey number to the game, even though the two of you had been playing around with dating, not exactly official. Isaac was hesitant on PDA and labels. Lydia encouraged you, though, and she ended up using a red lipstick to write his number 14 on your cheek, making you look like a crazed fan - but everybody at the game already knew who you were there for.

Before the next game, Lydia gifted you with a necklace similarly to her own, with the promise that she wouldn't have to freeze her ass off in the stands alone - and to her, it was like the two of you had matching best friend necklaces, representing the lugheads that you cheered for on the field together. At first, you only wore it to games. But then you found comfort in wearing it all the time.

Isaac, of course, took notice of this - his eyes easily magnetized to the number 14 glimmering on the silver chain around your neck.

He felt like he didn't deserve to have a mark on you. He was undeserving of claiming you, undeserving of being called your 'boyfriend'. He was worthless, and you wearing something that represented some kind of serious relationship between the two of you - why did you want him? Why?

After a long, tiring night of talking, some tears, and eventually some kissing - he finally understood. And from then on, he was more than proud to have his 14 constantly shining around your neck.

Scott would love it. But it would be your idea.

The two of you had to date in secret - your family had a loyalty, an alignment with the Argents, so you couldn't be seen with Scott in public, creating a deep frustration between the two of you when you couldn't hold hands in the hallways or go on 'real' dates like other couples could. Scott expressed a deep frustration at loving you, being your boyfriend, but not getting to be yours twenty-four seven like he wanted to, and that's what caused you to come up with the idea.

You got a silver heart locket necklace, and inside, put a picture of the two of you. Well - it was a piece of the picture of the two of you. You grabbed a photo of the two of you kissing, and cut out the space that had formed between your necks when your lips came together in a kiss - to anybody else (most important, if your family saw it) it would have looked like a photo of blank sky. But you and Scott were the only two people in the world who knew what the photo truly was.

And you gave him the rest of the photo with the missing heart shape cut out between the two of you so that he could be reminded of your next words every single time he looked at it.

"The space between us isn't what matters." You told him firmly, pointing to the space you had cut out of the photo. "No matter how big that space gets, we always know how much we love each other. We'll always have each other."

From then on, every single time he looked at the silver heart dangling around your neck, it was something he remembered with a smile. No matter how far the two of you had to be apart, no matter for how long - your love kept you together.

Stiles would absolutely love it. It would be his idea.

Stiles would be incredibly shy and shitting his pants nervous about asking you to wear his numbers, but the week before, you had asked him to be your boyfriend after a roaring success of a first date that he had no clue how he landed with you. His first game as a first linger was coming up, and he felt like things could only go up from here.

He had you, he was first line, so - he steadied his courage as he tightly gripped the black velvet box that had the shiny gold necklace in it, praying that this wouldn't be too much, too soon. Praying that he wasn't going to scare you off.

"Um, hey." He greeted you at your locker, a ball of nervous energy that had you giving him a questioning eyebrow.

"Good morning." You smiled at him, wondering why he was acting so strange. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips - a light, chaste kiss in greeting, and he felt himself nearly knocked over by the joy of it.

This was really real. He had you.

"What's that?" You asked, motioning toward the box in his hands.

"Oh, uh - a gift." He said. "For you."

"Stiles, you didn't have to. It's not my birthday or anything."

"I know." He said. "I want to - to do something special. To celebrate you being mine."

An intense wave of butterflies overtook you at this, and you look on in awe as he opened the box, presenting the necklace to you.

"It's - um - it's my jersey number. Ya know - 24. Just - it's a thing that people usually do, wearing their boyfriend's number... and I - am I being too weird? I'm sorry." He went off rambling the longer that you didn't speak, and you quickly raised a hand to his wrist, trying to calm him with a soothing touch there.

"I love it." You assured him with a smile. "Thank you. I can't wait to wear it."

"I could... help you put it on now?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and he excitedly grabbed it out of the box.

From then on, you never took it off. You were more than proud to be his, and proud to show it off by wearing the necklace.

Erica would fucking love it, but it wouldn't really be intentional on either of your behalves.

One thing Erica never expected about becoming a werewolf - how possessive it would make her. But being able to smell when someone had touched you, being able to hear how hard your heart pounded when you were scared or anxious - it made her want to rip apart anybody who even looked at you the wrong way. The two of you weren't even officially dating. Your friendship always crossed weird lines - you were the only person who was kind to her when she was an outcast, and after she transformed, you were the only person she knew for certain didn't just want her for her body.

The sex between the two of you was amazing, but you never talked about feelings.

One night in the haste of undressing, she dropped a necklace on your floor - a nameplate necklace that her parents had gotten for her birthday a few years ago. You didn't want to forget to bring it back to her, and you thought it was funny, a kind of joke - so you put it on. You thought nothing of having the name 'Erica' dangling around your neck in bold silver letters.

When Erica saw it - it drove all of her wolfish instincts insane. Seeing her claim on you, her name literally written across you - it took everything she had in her not to throw you across a table in the middle of the library and fuck your brains out, then and there.

And she saw the way other people reacted to it too. The way guys would go to flirt with you, but then their eyes would dart down to the necklace and then look to her, as if finally noticing her presence glaring at them, telling them to back off - and then they would scatter in fear. It was the first time in weeks that the two of you actually had peace.

So she implored you to keep it. She loved having a silent little claim on you. After all, wolves love claiming their territory, right?

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#sundrop answers #interactions #honeysnuckle #sundrop writes #teen wolf #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #headcanons #derek hale x reader #isaac lahey x reader #scott mccall x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #erica reyes x reader

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ququb444hm · 3 days ago

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★ bf! keiji akaashi hcs ˙ ̟⪩⪨ !!

i wanna eat him up thank u vv much. random hcs, i js kept jotting them down (im prepping myself for writing practice/drabbles later :p). did not proofread

𖦹 type of bf who refuses to let you tie your own shoelaces/put on your own shoes when ygs are with each other. like he WILL kneel down and do it for you!!!

𖦹 likes to pick flowers that match your outfit whenever the two of you are out + takes candid photos of you with said flower in the frame

𖦹 definitely the type of bf who randomly sends pictures throughout the day to show you things that remind him of you. even if sometimes it's deadass two ladybugs bugging it out, he's like "us🩷"

𖦹 "play fights" your plushies when he's in your room. "begone foul beast!" he'd say before fucking chucking it to the other side of the room and then body slamming you onto the bed when you try to get up to retrieve it

𖦹 this man religiously uses pinterest idc. he has a whole board of things that remind him of you, pose ideas he wants to do with you, outfits he thinks you would absolutely body, literally loves that app

𖦹 he takes letterboxd and goodreads SERIOUSLY.

𖦹 loves keeping pictures of you/the both of you together literally everywhere and anywhere. behind his phone case, in his wallet, on his fridge, every daily mirror he uses ever. there's probably one in the little pockets of his notebook he brings to lectures

𖦹 ^^ each picture has a poem he wrote/saw that made him think of you in the back

𖦹 chews on your hair

𖦹 plays the harmonica in his free time (i cannot stop thinking of michael from the princess diaries when akaashi is the topic at hand) (are they not one in the same???)

𖦹 if you have any pets, he brings treats in his bag when he knows he's gonna stop by your house. sometimes he tries to teach them how to do a backflip or smt

𖦹 likes playing with your fingers, but he always does some weird shit with it. like i'm talking twisting and turning and putting them through each other idfk

𖦹 plays the sims and made put both of you in it (you guys are married with 4 kids)

𖦹 ^^ but when he plays he makes up some crazy lore about your characters like how he was actually a fucking alien sent to earth on a mission to like obliderate you or something, but during his journey to earth he got amnesia or something and couldn't remember his goal until the two of you bumped into each other at your great grandmother's 2nd cousin's daughter's nephew's guinea pig's birthday party (don't ask me how he got there) and when you guys locked eyes, he instantly remembered what he was supposed to do but you obviously didn't wanna get obliderated so instead the two of you went into hiding from the aliens and lived happily ever after

𖦹 he collects a bunch of pretty rocks and has his own rock collection, which is right by his coin collection because he's a big history nerd

𖦹 he knows how to embroider and embroiders your guys' initials into the hem of his boxers (hell yeah)

𖦹 gives you the most STANKIEST side eye if you refer to him as anything other than a pet name. "who is bro...? try again."

𖦹 likes to lay his head on your lap while you massage his temples

𖦹 is literally an only child so sometimes when he buys snacks and you ask to share he sighs SOOOOOO fucking loud and is like "well i GUESS i can give you a FEW...."

i love when people depict him as a silly guy like the world needs more silly and he is literally right there. ok bai

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #akaashi is weird #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #hq akaashi #hq akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #keiji akaashi headcanons #haikyuu hcs

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fleurhcss · 1 year ago

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - Seungmin x FEM!Reader

cw: some cunty and kinky shit, very hard sex, best friends to lovers, very possessive and hard dom seungmin with a sweet trait (im sorry i love my minnie), bratty reader, you are really a whore, stripper reader, mention of alchool and jealousy, handcuff

sw: hair pulling, pinv, cunnilingus, oral (M! receving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasm, scratching, biting, marking, bit of blood cuz seungmin is very kinky bastard MDNI!

wc: 7k

synopsis: Financially, you are not doing well. In addition to your part-time job, you attend some clubs in the evenings in order to earn a little more money. You do not mind showing off, as you love receiving compliments from men and finding new partners with whom to engage in sexual intercourse in order to satisfy your sexual frustrations. Your closest friend, Seungmin, is unaware of these circumstances. Given his protective nature, it is likely that he would take extreme measures to protect you. One unexpected outcome of the situation is that the individual in question has become a possessive dominant. He unintentionally discovers the extent of your job. This results in a particularly harsh fuck between the two, during which he is merciless. Your initial perception of him was that of a kind and gentle individual. However, upon further reflection, it becomes evident that he is, in fact, a complex and intriguing character. His actions and demeanor often elicit a strong emotional response, including feelings of intense arousal and even physical sensations such as bleeding.

a/n: hiii, I'm writing this since the chanel event! I'm sorry if i take request so sloowly but it's exam ses. now! Hope you will like this, i had fun writing it 🫶🏻🩷 made especially for this cutie @chrizzztopherbang .

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Another day at one of your many jobs. Lately you have been having financial problems. These included paying for university fees, rent, food, bills and other necessities. To supplement your income, you have been working four different jobs: bartending, librarian, after-school care every other day, and nightclub work every night. Your friends were unaware of this aspect of your life, as it caused you considerable embarrassment to discuss it. However, you did not feel uncomfortable about it. The practice of tipping for extra services was beneficial, although not all men were comfortable with it. Some men were able to satisfy the sexual frustrations of the women with whom they engaged in such activities. At this point, you were in the midst of a professional endeavour, helping high school students to improve their GPAs. It is remarkable that these students held you in such high esteem. Despite the exhaustion that inevitably accompanied the work, you found great satisfaction in your role. As you corrected the maths exercises of the esteemed Hana, an Anglo-Korean girl whom you held in high esteem and who always presented you with exquisite drawings, you contemplated the future once you had completed your current task.

At nine o'clock in the evening you were expected at one of the clubs in the city centre for your usual performance. In addition to the attractive salary, this job had another important advantage: you had always been passionate about dancing, and this was the closest thing you had to it. However, you had been forced to give up dancing for lack of time and money. After finishing the boys' homework and explaining some philosophical concepts and mathematical formulas, you retired to bed to get some rest. Fortunately, it was still six o'clock, allowing you to rest after an already exhausting day. You had studied in the morning, worked in the afternoon and now, in a few hours, you would resume your night work. The strange absence of your best friend's usual appearance or phone call had not yet occurred. At least he was fine. Seungmin was your best friend. He had two different personalities: during the day he was a polite and wealthy individual who showed considerable intelligence and respect; at night, when he was with his friends, he became a kind of Don Giovanni heartthrob. There is no denying that he had a certain appeal.

He was very protective of you and never allowed other men to interfere in your romantic life. As a result, he was the first to not know of your secret occupation. It is difficult to predict how he might have reacted, and it may have been for the best that he was not informed. If he ever discovered your secret, he would hunt down the men you were with one by one, and the outcome of that hunt was uncertain. He would then turn his attention to you, giving you a good-natured lecture and possibly resorting to other forms of intimidation. Your best friend was able to make him feel afraid, although you had learned this not from him but from Jisung, Seungmin's best friend, who had been caught having sex with his professor in Seungmin's car. You still remember his displeased behaviour and you were reluctant to provoke him further.

However, your premature declaration of triumph was premature, for he had not telephoned, but had arrived at your home just as you were about to fall into a deep sleep. The most disturbing aspect of the situation was the fact that you had given him the keys to your home, as he had been your closest friend for several years. So there was no need for you to get up and open the door for him, as he suddenly walked into your room in his gym clothes. This was somewhat unexpected, as he had previously expressed no interest in going to the gym. He himself noticed your puzzled expression at his unusual post-gym attire and appearance. "Good afternoon! Don't look at me with such disdain, Changbin Hyung is forcing Jisung, Felix and me to work out with him because he says we're too skinny," and you were overcome with laughter. The aforementioned were remarkably thin, consisting of two adorable little men with minimal musculature. They looked like little fairies, including Changbin, who seemed to have exaggerated musculature. Seungmin was considerably taller than the others and had broad shoulders. The image of him working out with them was quite funny.

"It's funny to consider the prospect of you working out with them. It is equally amusing to consider the prospect of you doing any kind of training at all, considering your past dislike of training," you concluded, making yourself comfortable and making room for your friend to sit next to you on the bed. He gave you a friendly pat on the arm and pouted in a way that was both endearing and characteristic of him. You had coined the term "Seungballons" to describe this particular pout, as it resembled a balloon. Furthermore, the addition of a pout in the form of a kiss would invariably render one unconscious. You found this behaviour endearing, and it prompted you to engage in a reciprocal act of affection by kissing him on the cheeks. "Ugh, in the end I have to admit that it is not without merit. It is a long-standing affair that is difficult to notice because of my tendency to wear baggy clothes. However, I have gained a considerable amount of muscle mass. Look." He said as he lifted the shirts he was wearing, causing you to be quite shocked because, yes, your friend had two pecs and a well-developed six-pack. His physical appearance provoked a strong emotional response, but he was your closest friend and you were unable to entertain such thoughts.

"You must tell Changbin that he has done an excellent job with you," you swallowed, made a feigned smile and drank some water, trying to erase the image of your best friend's partially naked body from your mind - although you did not mind. "I will, and I am grateful to you, my dear . Although we're going to a club tomorrow night; would you like to come?" he asked. You froze, considering the possibility of being caught. However, they did not usually frequent such places, so you had some protection if your luck did not turn against you. "I would like to tell you that I am unable to attend. I have a full day's work and then I have to prepare for an upcoming exam. Nevertheless, I would be interested to know where you are going, if I may ask." "I am not sure. Binnie Hyung informed us that he had discovered a new place and we were curious to know more about it," Seungmin said thoughtfully, and you felt a sense of relief that you still had the opportunity to withdraw.

But you were not convinced by your friend's desperate expression; you suspected he was hiding something. "Are you okay, Min?" you asked as you adjusted his bangs. "Yes, and I am worried about the taste of some of my hyungs, to be honest," he replied, leading you onto the bed and initiating a bout of tickling. That afternoon, your thoughts were not on the information your friend had given you. Instead, you found yourself contemplating his toned, naked chest. You had not anticipated his physical attractiveness, especially given his previous behaviour. You had grown accustomed to his puppy-dog appearance, with its endearingly youthful features.

So you did not consider the possibility that he might have been working out.

It was obvious that the ensemble suited him. Seungmin already had broad shoulders and one of your vices was to lean on them when watching a film or going out. It was a habit you had developed, but it was not a common occurrence. "Please don't change the subject. I'm curious about Changbin's tastes."

You giggled and pulled yourself together again. Seungmin was no innocent, so he blushed slightly.

His former partners had confirmed this to you, as they had discussed his sexual performance in great detail. However, he was ashamed to discuss certain topics in public or with you, as you were his best friend. He saw you as an innocent girl, which you were not. "Let's say he has a taste for strippers and nightclubs. That is all I am saying, and I am aware that it is a rather embarrassing subject".

He finished by running his hand over his face, making you chuckle.

"As if you had never seen a woman without her clothes on." You made the claim. In fact, he had observed numerous instances of female nudity, including those of his romantic partners.

"Yes, but I was with them. I am not like Hyung who has adventures with women who lap dance for him in night clubs". Had he been aware of this, he would have realised that this is exactly what you do for a living. "You have never considered fucking a woman you are not romantically involved with and who is not your girlfriend?" you inquired as you began to manipulate the fabric of his suit. "No, I'm... shy," he replied, biting his lip. He was looked at with a certain amount of disbelief.

" You! are shy?" you asked, looking at him with an expression that even he, as your closest friend, could not interpret. "Yes, I am," he replied, grimacing and then playfully pushing you. "You're really weird, Kim Seungmin," you pushed him back and then initiated a tickling session, blushing as you felt how well trained and sculpted he was under your touch. It was not the first time you had touched a well-trained chest, but Seungmin's did something to you. Maybe it was because he was your closest friend, or maybe it was because he was different from the others you had met, or maybe it was because you were used to seeing him consistently and exclusively as a thin individual with broad shoulders.

It can be argued that, without meaning to, you became preoccupied with fantasies about Seungmin to an extent that was inappropriate. Not only had you been friends for years, but he was one of your closest friends. Although you found it difficult to erase certain images of him from your mind, you felt guilty about thinking about him in a certain way. It is also worth noting that your nighttime occupation presented certain challenges. It would be highly undesirable for any of your friends, especially Seungmin, to become aware of your nighttime activities. On reflection, Seungmin had mentioned visiting a nightclub. If he were to find you on duty at one of the clubs where you were a regular, your situation would be untenable. It is unclear how Seungmin perceived you, but it is unlikely that he saw you as a dancer in one of the clubs that your best friend's best friend appreciated.

He suddenly asked what he should wear, causing you to look at him with a certain amount of concern. Your best friend was known for his occasional eccentricities. "Excuse me, but do I look like an expert on nightclubs to you?" you inquired, your tone betraying a certain concern. "No, but as a woman you might have the knowledge to dress me in a manner that would impress," he replied, almost shyly, though his demeanour betrayed his true feelings. "So my dear Min wants to impress a girl?" you inquired, playfully pinching his cheek as you laughed. He looked at you with a look of displeasure. "I am a man and I have not fucked for several months. I have certain... needs. By the way, it is undoubtedly a challenge for me to refrain from emotional connection during fucks. However, I cannot resist certain urges. Perhaps at the end of the night I can get a positive response from someone," he said in a low voice, his hands covering his face. "Are you really saying that you want to fuck while being all shy, Kim Seungmin?" You laughed in his face for the umpteenth time. "What do you want? It seems like you haven't fucked for a long time." He tousled your hair, but watching your expression closely, he returned it with a confused one, to say the least.

The problem was that you lacked the ability to lie effectively, especially in the context of deceiving him. As a result, you often displayed peculiar facial expressions that he was able to read with remarkable clarity. "Oh my God, fuck! You fucked with someone and didn't tell me?" he asked, his expression showing more anger than offence. "That is not true. You are imagining these events," you replied, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Yes, you did. You fucked and did not tell me about it. You know you cannot lie to me, Y/N," he said, biting his lip with an expression that was both serious and intense. The atmosphere had become noticeably more intense, with a palpable sense of unease and tension. You were in a compromising situation and had placed yourself in a vulnerable position. You could have been sure that you felt the first drops of perspiration forming on your face. However, you were forced to end the discussion before it got to the heart of the matter. The most expedient course of action was to acknowledge that it had happened, even if in a limited way. "It happened on a few occasions when I was drunk, but it was not a regular occurrence," you said, trying to give a concise account. Nevertheless, he was not inclined to inquire about the incident in question.

"Only a few times when you were drunk? Are you crazy? What if something had happened to you?" There was the protective Seungmin you wanted to avoid. You were grateful for his concern and lack of complaints, but sometimes it became unbearable. "Still, it didn't happen. I am mature enough to understand the consequences of my actions, Seungmin," you said, pointing at him with your finger as if to admonish him. "Yes, I am aware of that, but I am concerned for your well-being," he said, grabbing your arm and then taking a bite. It could be described as a unique form of affection with which he expressed his apology to you. "I am aware, Seung, but don't worry, I am fully aware of my actions," you smiled at him, taking his face in your hand and planting a kiss on his forehead. "You should return home, as you are in a rather foul state, Mr Gym," you playfully admonished him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder before he left your domicile.

The working day was going to be quite long.

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You were deeply distressed and felt considerable discomfort throughout your body. At work the night before, you were forced to work an extended overtime shift (for which you were paid only half the normal rate). This resulted in a complex set of experiences, including physical pain and a significant financial reward. You were required to have sexual intercourse with two people, a task which you found unpleasant, particularly given the lack of arousal involved. However, the remuneration was satisfactory and you did not express any significant dissatisfaction. You were aware that the nature of the work was inequitable, but you found it necessary and occasionally used it as a means of satisfying certain desires. Fortunately, you had acquired the ability to fake an orgasm, which you used on some occasions, such as yesterday. At that time you were lying in bed, surrounded by books for your upcoming exam, and in a few hours you would have to go to work in the morning.

That night, despite your best efforts, you had to go to a club in the city centre. You had completely forgotten that Changbin was going to take Seungmin and the others to a club in the city centre, which could very well have been the one you were on duty at that night. However, you had not considered this possibility and your mind was so preoccupied that it kept slipping away. So you prepared discreetly for your exam, unaware that that night was the perfect opportunity for you to meet your closest friend, who was likely to be visibly distressed. You were due to perform your duties that afternoon and hoped that the number of customers would be relatively small, given your limited mobility.

The mere anticipation of returning to work that night caused a deep sense of anxiety. You hoped that no one would ask for private shows or other activities that you sometimes found unpleasant. The only desire was to rest and wake in a pool of wealth. You rose listlessly to prepare your lunch. It was not possible to combine work and rest in this way, so you had to take painkillers and vitamins.

You then found yourself preparing and serving smoothies and ice creams in your favourite café. Your day went on as usual. What you did not anticipate was the presence of your closest friend at the table you were to serve. One might ask whether you should not have been preparing for your evening activities. One is tempted to inquire about the nature of their joint venture in a café a few hours before their nightclubbing. They expressed their displeasure at the proprietor's suggestion that they should hurry to serve the aforementioned table, and furthermore, they could not avoid the situation, as Seungmin was aware that this was a table assigned to you, and sat there consistently with the intention of being served.

After a long period of contemplation, you approached them. "Good evening, shouldn't you be getting ready for your clubbing night?" you said, your tone sarcastic. Your friend smiled at you and pinched your side. You wanted to run away. "Jisung is unable to consume alcohol unless he has had a meal or smoothie beforehand," Felix informed him, drawing a scornful look from him. "It is not recommended to consume alcohol on an empty stomach." The boy explained that alcohol is absorbed more quickly into the bloodstream and the effects of intoxication are more pronounced. "Isn't that the point of going to nightclubs? And who told you this? Your respected professor?" the older boy asked jokingly. They looked at each other with a strange expression and Seungmin continued to explain the matter: Jisung had a somewhat unconventional relationship with one of his university professors, characterised by frequent flirting. "I have to respectfully disagree. Minho is a very good professor," he replied, blushing. Her expression was unmistakable. "You're calling him by his first name now, too," he observed, causing a general outburst of mirth, especially the adorable blush on Jisung's chubby cheeks.

"So what can I get for you?" you inquired, interrupting the conversation to take their orders and get out of your friend's company. You were particularly keen to avoid the question from your friend, who would undoubtedly invite you to the evening's event.

You had only been there a few minutes when you noticed Seungmin casting furtive glances in your direction and his friends teasing him about something you did not understand. Unbeknownst to you, they were teasing him about the fleeting glances he was sending your way. "Seungmin, did you notice that you are eating her with your eyes?" inquired Felix, appropriating the cherry from his milkshake. "That's not right," he replied, taking a sip from his glass. "Indeed it is. One might suggest that you ask her out," the blonde continued. "That would be an unusual and somewhat awkward situation, and then I believe she might be involved in a nocturnal affair, or perhaps even a series of them," he said, lowering his head. "And you are jealous! "Which leads to the question if this is what you want to do tonight," Changbin inquired. "Be silent. It is possible that I am indeed jealous. "

The observed behaviour was merely the incessant movement of lips in an attempt to escape the source of discomfort as quickly as possible. Fortunately, twenty minutes later the group left and Seungmin offered you a quick kiss on the cheek. This sparked further merriment among his small group of friends, causing you to become increasingly suspicious. Your only concern was to avoid running into them at the nightclub where you were working that night. This had been your intention since yesterday, since your closest friend had informed you of it. Your anxiety about this matter was greater than your concern about your inability to dance effectively due to the discomfort of the previous night.

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In the midst of your preparations for the upcoming show, you were forced to change your clothes in a hurry. Fortunately, you had already finished your make-up. The evening dress was of a revealing nature and the dancing was expected to be energetic. It was hoped that the wearer would not feel uncomfortable. Your colleague entered your dressing room and informed you that you were about to perform, so you began your usual stage performance for adolescent and middle-aged males.

The only people missing were those you expected to see at the club. The only discernible difference was that they were watching you, watching you with particular interest, especially your closest friend, who opened his eyes wide as he consumed no less than two shots in the space of three minutes. "What is she doing there?" he asked, clenching his fists as he fixed his gaze on you. "I'm sure there must be an explanation, and maybe she didn't tell you because she didn't want you to worry," Jisung said, grabbing his shoulders behind Changbin as Seungmin seemed on the verge of exploding. "She's undeniably attractive," the shorter one remarked, drawing a withering look from the younger one. "Hyung, I strongly recommend you not to make any advances towards her. It is already difficult enough for me not to pick her up from the stage, but I assure you that as soon as she goes to the dressing room, I will not let her get away from me." He downed another shot of vodka.

It is unfortunate that at the end of your nightly performance, another person followed you into the dressing room and you failed to notice the presence of Seungmin, who was standing directly behind you and had suddenly issued a silent threat. The incident was so severe that when you turned around you suffered a stroke and lost the ability to speak. Your situation was indeed very screwed up. "Seungmin, I can..." you were abruptly interrupted and led to your dressing room where he sat you down at your personal table. His gaze was one of intense desire, imbued with the combined effects of alcohol and rage. You had never seen him in such a state. "Explain? What exactly do you want to explain to me? Explain how you sold your body without ever telling me?" He said, grabbing your waist. That should not have aroused you.

"I have economic problems and this is the only job that offers a satisfactory salary," you said in your defence. "I am indifferent to the matter. I could have helped". You are my property, OK? No one is allowed to touch you, Y/N". He then kissed you with considerable passion and force. This was a source of considerable distress for you, as it was different from your expectations of the situation. Although you experienced a degree of pleasure, the situation remained somewhat unusual. His hands were of considerable size and appeared to be a suitable instrument for caressing. "Why not? Who decided that I belong to you?" you inquired in a teasing manner. At this point the situation became increasingly amusing for you as well. "I must now erase the memory of this unclean contact before I had the opportunity to do so," he whispered into your ear before reaching down into the hollow of your neck and allowing you to ingest the substance. "Seungmin, my legs are tired. I am unable to walk," you informed him, indicating your own limitations. "There are numerous other ways to satisfy our mutual desires, and we will address this particular issue at a later time." Furthermore, I am. While I wish to destroy you, I would never take advantage of a woman in this state. Remarkably, he remained in character as the usual Seungmin knight.

"What are you going to do in my dressing room?" you asked, watching as he bent down between your thighs and pulled off the suit you had worn for the evening. "I am not sure. I have a craving, if I may be so bold as to say." He smiled. This young man you had previously considered a potential threat to your sanity. He found your body aesthetically pleasing. He began another insatiable and passionate kiss. His hands descended in a sweeping motion, tracing a path down your body, cupping your thighs and gradually rising to your buttocks, which he gripped firmly in a vice-like grip. "Your beauty is such that it is unconscionable to wait any longer. I want you and I want to play a little," Seungmin said with a sneer in his voice. Then he moved you to the small sofa with the instruction to straddle his body. He proceeded to kiss your neck, leaving a series of marks. It was inevitable that he would bite you, it was apparently a habit of his. You had learnt it from his exes. He would bite you to let you know he owned you, bite you until you bled, and lick the mess he made. This aroused you considerably. He smiled, indicating that he understood. You were in a state where he could do as he pleased. No other person had ever made you feel such intense arousal.

"Look at you, you are ready for me to do anything I want to you." He was not aware of this either.

The young man moved closer to you, initiating another passionate kiss as he cupped your neck with one hand and used the other to caress your intimacy. The movements were slow at first, but soon accelerated as your best friend removed your panties and quickly stroked your clit. When he became tired, he began a long series of kisses on your inner thighs. He then grabbed your thighs and brought them up to his shoulders. He then began to leave kisses on your vagina. "Please don't wait any longer," you said and Seungmin laughed and then began to lick your cunt in a long slow motion. He cupped your ass as he massaged it. You had been waiting for this moment ever since he had put his thin, large hands on your waist the day before.

"Seungmin, please..." you almost begged him before arching your back in a series of involuntary gasps, clinging to the back of the sofa as best you could. You looked at him, pressing harder against his face, wanting more and more. He laughed as he watched the reactions he was provoking in you with each touch, which only served to increase his desire to possess you. He grinned as he continued what he had begun. His hands were firmly harpooned in your bottom and thanks to the pleasure you were experiencing, you had thrown your head back. He laughed again as his tongue continued its work. He found the taste of you on his taste buds particularly delicious, sending him into a state of intense pleasure. He was deeply and passionately in love with you, with every aspect of your being. His nose came into contact with your pubic hair as a result of the depth of penetration achieved with his tongue. He was enjoying himself to a considerable degree, as evidenced by your moans and the pulling of strands of his hair. Seungmin was not uncomfortable with this aspect of your behaviour, in fact he found it erotic in a special way. He smiled as his tongue explored your orifice in slow, circular movements designed to bring you to a state of ecstasy. Seungmin silently enjoyed the experience. His only goal was to ensure your pleasure. His hands moved to the sides of your thighs, which he slapped hard. He took pleasure in leaving his marks, but he would never do anything to harm you; he worshipped you.

Then his hands moved in a circular motion, grasping your thighs and placing them on your shoulders. His mouth, which had previously been in contact with your clit, moved to sink his teeth into your inner thigh. He took pleasure in leaving his marks on you. No one was allowed to touch his woman; you were his and his alone. You were his. A pocket knife emerged from his boot, the purpose of which was unclear. However, before this could be determined, he took your labia majora between his teeth and pulled them towards him, pressing them against his mouth in order to suck your clitoris. This was done in a manner reminiscent of sucking a straw. He then drew a thin line with the blade of the penknife, leaving a streak of blood, all the way to your mound. This brought you to a state of considerable arousal. He withdrew from your vulva, reached up to begin his work, and began to lick the warm, crimson liquid that was slowly oozing from the wound. In addition, the moans of pain and pleasure you gave him drove him to a state of unprecedented ecstasy. The sensation of your mouth alone was more fulfilling than any other experience. He continued to suck on the blood dripping from the wound, causing further lesions on his breasts, around his nipples, in his groin and near his navel. This only accelerated his orgasm. Furthermore, when he inserted two fingers into your mouth, which was already open, he continued to stimulate your tongue. "Look at you... my submissive slut," he said, smiling.

He sneered as he took your face between his fingers. The picture showed you in a blood-soaked state. After a short interval, he withdrew his fingers and proceeded to stimulate your orifice by alternately inserting and withdrawing his digit. This was done in such a way as to create a deep sense of arousal. Seungmin was fascinated by the prospect of fucking you at that moment. "What is your desire, my princess?" "Not that you can do much in this state," he said, laughing, referring to his fingers inside you. "I want to touch you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the constant moaning. "You can do better than that," he winked, then pulled away and sat you down on your side, then stood up, took off his trousers and sat down beside you. You stood frozen for a moment at the sight of his length; he was tall and compact. You had never seen one like it before.

"I see you are happy with it, Princess," he said, bringing your face close to his. You had fully perceived what he was trying to achieve. You were fully aware of his intentions. You were incapable of uttering any further words, as if his imposing stature had put you in a state of trance. He then proceeded to rub the head of his member against your lips in what appeared to be a teasing manner. It was not difficult for you to open your lips and make contact with the glans. You then proceeded to suck on the tip and then ran your tongue along the entire circumference and veins. You stimulated the testicles with your hands, causing him to moan hoarsely. As you continued to insert him fully into your mouth until you reached the uvula, you let out a moan that caused his member to tremble. This elicited a high-pitched moan from him.

"Fuck, baby like that." He explained that by grabbing your hair and then fucking your mouth, you were sure that you would come again if he continued.Indeed, your assumption proved to be correct.

That is exactly what happened.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm coming, take it off," he said, removing his hand from your hair. But you had no intention of removing your mouth. You grabbed his thighs and thrust his member deep into your throat, causing him to release inside you with a long, audible moan. You swallowed, licked your lips and looked at him. "You are incomprehensibly unaware of the effect you have on me," he winked. "I can, however, inform you of the effect you have on me." You giggled, then reached up to his ear and planted a kiss beneath it. "You have brought me to another orgasm," you said with a hint of mockery.

"Now, if it pleases you, I would be grateful for a date and to clean you up," he smiled as he led you to your private bathroom. "I would be most honoured, sir," you replied, laughing. It was not the ending you had expected.

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The experience of being discovered by Seungmin during a night shift would not be on any normal person's bucket list. However, the incident led to a change in your life. Seungmin had persuaded you to quit your job at a nightclub because he was concerned about your welfare and did not want you to be used as a mere object by men. Among other things, he had offered to support you financially until you found suitable alternative employment. He helped you to find a job that offered a comparable income and was adamant that it did not involve the exploitation of your body for sexual gratification. Although you were initially reluctant, given your long-standing opposition to his financial support, you eventually agreed.

The unexpected meeting also took place. He had invited you shortly after your encounter in the dressing room while he was discreetly cleaning up the mess. To be honest, you had never considered Seungmin as a potential romantic partner. However, your perspective had gradually changed over time. Back then, his friends, who were also your friends, had informed you that he had been casting furtive glances at you and had developed an interest in you. This confused you at first, but you eventually got used to it. You also had to prepare mentally for the meeting.

You did not deny that you were a little apprehensive; you were unsure of the destination he had in mind for this evening. He had instructed you to dress in a way that was both comfortable and tasteful, but your anxiety was growing. After a long shower, you began to look through your wardrobe, but it was difficult to choose an outfit without knowing where you were going. In the end, however, you chose a relatively simple ensemble consisting of a black ruffled skirt, not too short, and a top of the same colour that left your shoulders bare and had a boat neckline. You wore your beloved wedges. If you had to choose between them and heels, based on what Seungmin had told you about elegance and comfort, you would have chosen the latter. Your make-up was minimal, your hair was wavy and fell to your shoulders, your necklace was tightly fastened around your neck and all your jewellery was in its proper place. You completed your ensemble with a fruity and very sugary perfume before heading into the living room to wait for your no longer best friend.

Seungmin arrived shortly afterwards with a large bouquet of roses, in keeping with his reputation as a gallant man. You smiled as you remembered that he had not been in bed with you, especially after the knife performance. He said, "For you, my princess," and then kissed you on the lips. The anticipation of the evening's events had been palpable, yet the simplicity of the act itself evoked a deep sense of emotional resonance. The culmination of this experience was the tender kiss beneath the earlobe, accompanied by the words, "I hope you are well prepared as we have a long night ahead of us".

It was your firm belief that if he had continued to talk to you like this throughout the evening, you would have been so aroused that you would have removed your underwear, even if there had been no physical contact. In fact, you sighed before placing the roses in a vase of water and accompanying him to the car. It was a revelation to you that the vehicle in question was of considerable size. It was also admitted that Seungmin looked particularly handsome that night. He was wearing a black tank top and loose black trousers. His appearance was complemented by a leather jacket and jewellery. His footwear consisted of half-heeled ankle boots, which were as black as the rest of his outfit. His hair was lightly gelled and curly. He was a man of considerable qualities and attributes. You licked your lips and he watched, giving you the opportunity to do so. It was inevitable that he would drive you out of your mind as soon as he could.

There was no denying that the car ride had contributed to the evening's events. He held your thigh firmly in his hand and massaged your skin, occasionally reaching under the fabric of your skirt. He was aware that this was having a positive effect on you and you were similarly pleased by the experience. He felt a sense of predatory intent, like a predator with a vulnerable prey in his grasp.

The evening was going well. He had taken you to a modest restaurant at an elevated location, and you had enjoyed a sumptuous meat dish accompanied by an excellent wine. It was obvious that he had not missed the opportunity to cast certain glances at you as he sipped the vin rouge in his glass. He continued to look at you in an increasingly intimidating manner. The conversation went well and you had always enjoyed his company. The topics were varied and engaging, even when a situation had developed between you that couldn't be defined with a specific term. However, it seemed that Seungmin had anticipated your thoughts, as he initiated a discussion on the matter. "Considering that this is a full-fledged date, I would like to suggest that we raise the status of our relationship to boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't think there's any need for a proper dating, as I'm aware of your preferences," he said, raising his eyebrows as he took another sip of wine. "I agree, except for one thing: you do not know me well enough to have discovered my clandestine activities." You provoked him, knowing how the subject would arouse his jealousy. "I did not expect you to go so far." "I have always thought of you as my princess and hoped that you would eventually ask for my help." He wrinkled his nose. "Minie, it is important for me to be able to support myself. I am grateful for your help, but once I have secured employment, I would prefer you to stop helping me, okay?" you smiled with a pout in response.

Perhaps I should pay and we could go to my place?" he asked, smiling, before wiping his lips and getting to his feet. You did the same, but were stopped by him. He took your hand and kissed it before leading you to the exit. "This dinner is a date, and I am paying as usual. You are my friend and I will treat you properly," he said, making you blush. The gentleman in question displayed admirable behaviour and etiquette when dealing with women. He knew how to treat women with the respect and consideration they deserved. It is worth noting that in addition to the bedroom activities mentioned above, you had also gained an understanding of his somewhat eccentric behaviour outside the bedroom. You then waited outside the restaurant for him to return. He reappeared shortly afterwards, accompanied by a second bottle of red wine. "It was an excellent meal, and I have a plan for tonight. You'll see what I'm capable of, my dear," he said with a chuckle, then led you to the car and drove you both to his home.

To say that he did not even allow you the opportunity to survey the surroundings, despite your intimate familiarity with the house, was an understatement.

He immediately picked you up and carried you to his bed.

He then disappeared, returning with two goblets of wine.That night will remain indelibly etched in your memory.You watched as Seungmin took off his jacket and black shirt, leaving the vision to his well defined abs and the glittering necklace he was wearing.As you watched him take a sip of wine after almost completely undressing, you had to admit that his actions made your entire body tremble. Your panties were now soaked. "Now, Princess, undress for me," he said, grinning and licking his lips.He then lay on the bed with one hand behind his head and the other holding the goblet.

By this time the positions had been reversed, with the man on the bed watching your every move while you knelt in front of him, removing each piece of clothing until you were completely naked in front of him.

"How beautiful, come closer," he murmured. You approached him on all fours, the naked intimacy of your body matching his, still fully clothed. He watched you for a long time, as if to etch your image into his memory. You smiled and shivered as he began a gentle caress of your form. He caressed your cheek, shoulder and breasts in that order. He then moved to the other breast with his free hand, having previously placed the cup on the table. He began to massage it at a slow and deliberate pace, appreciating the texture of your skin. He then teased your nipple with his fingers, before pouncing on it with his lips and doing the same to the other. One hand, which had previously been at the back of your neck, now moved to your waist, where it began to caress it. His touch was so seductively overpowering that it left you breathless. He applied pressure to your hip as his lips played with your breasts. He then moved to your shoulders, biting and branding them. Your hands were clenched in his shoulders, scratching them lightly as you rubbed your vulva against the covered flap of his trousers. "Wait a moment, I want to feel you on me," he whispered in your ear.

He separated your bodies for a brief moment, then proceeded to undress you completely, allowing your intimacies to collide. "How about riding me?" he asked, smiling and winking. Your lips parted in surprise at the mere suggestion. It was highly unlikely that you would have survived the night. Seungmin was like a mermaid whose enchanting song was meant to captivate and enchant. You swallowed and then nodded in agreement. You applied gentle pressure to the head of his penis between your labia, causing you to pant and eliciting a moan from the Major. He had brought one arm back behind your head while the other held you tightly against him, increasing the contact. You lowered yourself completely onto him, allowing him to enter and fuck you completely, which he did with considerable force. Your moans mingled, accompanied by a soft exclamation of "Fuck!" from him. "Your cunt is both tight and warm, which feels very good. You should start to move," he instructed, and you complied. Normally such an act would have been abhorrent to you, but with him it was all so natural.

As he stroked your hips, you had begun to move at a slower pace. It was a sensation you had never experienced with any other partner. It was as if Seungmin had an innate understanding of the exact places and techniques needed to touch you. Your movements became faster and faster and your nails were driven into his back. "Min, I'm coming. I can feel it. My thighs are burning. Please, speed up!" You were on the verge. "No, not yet," you grunted, then changed positions. You vocalised your displeasure as he withdrew from your embrace, feeling a sense of emptiness. At this point you were positioned beneath him as he continued to penetrate you, his imposing frame towering over you.

You were sure that an orgasm was imminent, given his position on top of you as he thrust vigorously into you. However, he seemed to disagree, indicating that he was not interested in facilitating an orgasm. He claimed that it was too early for such a reaction. So he withdrew from you, leaving you with an empty feeling. "Please, Seung, I can no longer stand it," you begged him. Only after he had pushed you with an animal force did he give you permission to come. "Your warmth and tightness are so arousing...come for me," he whispered, allowing you to release yourself around him. He informed you that they had not yet reached the end of the act. He then turned you over on your stomach and began to leave bites and marks on your back, tracing a trail of them all over your ass. He continued to lick and slap the area between your buttocks, causing you to moan. Despite this, you still had some residual sensitivity from the previous orgasm.

You were unable to speak as he sank back into you, twisting your hair in his grip and pulling it towards him as he thrust violently, abusing your cunt. You arched your back and rolled your eyes, no one had ever given you such intense pleasure. "Ah... Seungmin... please..." you moaned one last time before you came again. "Who gave you permission?" he demanded, thrusting at a surprisingly fast pace. It was relatively easy for you to reach your third orgasm in a row that night. "Seungmin, I'm about to..." The words were barely audible.

"Come with me," he groaned and then proceeded to ejaculate into you and you after him, now exhausted. "I will get you the necessary cleaning supplies," he murmured, then stroked your side and got a cloth soaked in warm, damp water to clean you. He then tied your hair into a braid and made you a cup of hot tea after dressing you in a pair of clean briefs and one of his shirts. "You look so lovely," you murmured, trying to relax on his chest. "It's the least I can do after making you come how many times?" he said, laughing as he pinched your side. "Three, but don't boast, sir," you gave him a tongue-lashing. "Do all gentlemen do it rough?" you burst out laughing.

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kazutora-kurokawa · 1 year ago

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Hey, I loved the talkative!reader and Tenjiku. Could you do something like that with Shiba siblings(separately), please?

Have a good day/night 🌞

Shiba Siblings x Talkative!Girlfriend!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluff, post-sex convos, random weird question and gossip ♡

note: thanks for requesting hun 🩷 I've never written for fem tokrev characters, I definitely should tho because I love my girls

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Taiju

🦈 He doesn't care if you start yapping, he'll be sleep already

🦈 But you talk so much that he can hear you in his damn sleep 😭

🦈 Wakes up just so you can be quiet

"Do you ever shut the hell up?"

🦈 He's so grumpy, but he's also tired and cute

Yuzuha

🧡 She doesn't mind you being talkative and she's great at listening, nods along to everything you say and chimes in occasionally with her own thoughts

🧡 Genuinely answers your silly questions

"Baby?"

"Yes darling?"

"Would you still love me if I was a fridge?"

"Of course...I'd put a blanket over you and stick pretty magnets on your door."

🧡 Plays with your hair while you're talking because it relaxes her, she'll fall asleep doing it

Hakkai

💙 Listens happily to your yapping

💙 He's just happy that you feel comfortable talking to him so much, also he gets kinda anxious so he loves when you initiate conversations

"And don't get me started on that outfit she wore, it was a disaster."

"Taka-chan would be disappointed 😔"

💙 He's lowkey a gossip girl

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jam3sacaster · 6 months ago

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All I Need.

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by darling @shmoppop 🫶🏽

Title derived from All I Need by Lloyd.

18+ FANFIC / SMUT! Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Declan had been unobtainable recently — anguished by Maud setting off for London, and conflicted deeply since meeting you. Drowning his sorrows with cheap whiskey and making his way through a pack of cigarettes in just under an hour, you had initially met Declan in the local pub, and found yourself transfixed with his acerbic Irish charm. And whilst he wanted nothing more than to tear your ruffled black cocktail dress from your body, he’d practised incredibly self restraint and denied your advances, informing you of his wife’s leave, but promptly giving you his address.

It was Saturday night, and the bitter Autumn night was drawing to a close, an incessant downpour of rain advancing onto The Priory. Immensely bored and already slightly tipsy, you stumbled up the driveway, only observing one small light on in the kitchen. Rapping a knock onto the front door, the hallway light subsequently flicked on. Dressed only in khaki tweed trousers held up with a black leather belt, Declan O’Hara opened the door with a disdainful expression, puffing furiously on a cigarette. “Yes?” He spat, violently suppressing the urge to smirk. “Hello, you mad, grumpy bastard.” You joked, pushing past him and making your way to the sitting room, collapsing onto the plush scarlet-red chaise lounge.

“What are ya’ doing here?” Declan asked, taking a seat on the matching sofa across from you. “I thought you could do with some company. I’ve got whiskey.” You grinned, brandishing a rather large bottle of Bell’s. Declan said nothing, but glared at you in scornful deliberation at being disturbed, or so you believed. I wonder how those lips would look if they were wrapped around my cock, he was actually thinking. When he’d sufficiently pushed the thought from his mind, Declan rose from the sofa to fetch some glasses. Taking the opportunity, you frantically rushed to undo the top button of your linen blue blouse, pushing up your cleavage. Slamming the glass tumblers onto the table, Declan returned and poured you both a brimming glass of whiskey.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to be completely intoxicated — Declan was such a terrible influence, and you had a remarkably low tolerance for whiskey. Gawping at Declan’s bear-like chest with a lecherous gaze, you sloppily unbuttoned your blouse, releasing your voluptuous breasts bursting out of an intricately laced white bra. “What the hell are ya’ doing?” Declan growled under his breath. “Sssh shhh.” You whispered, sliding from the sofa and crawling over to the chaise lounge on all fours. A salacious grin wiped itself across Declan’s lips, gaze firmly affixed on your bouncing breasts. Creeping over to him and unzipping his trousers, you tugged at them softly. Taking the hint, Declan kicked his trousers down to his ankles, his white boxers swiftly following them.

“Oh my.” You groaned, rubbing your nose across the outline of his growing cock. All Declan could do was sit back and watch. “You’re so big.” You gasped, releasing his cock from its confines. Taking his girth in between both hands, you flick your tongue across the tip, savouring every drop of his pre-cum, feeling the heat of your cunt grow as Declan’s growls increased. His brutish hand outstretched, stroking over your hazelnut locks, but you batted it away promptly. “No. Let me please you.” You mumbled through a mouthful of his cock, taking as much of it into your throat as you could. “Your mouth feels amazing, girl.” Declan purred, balling his fists until his knuckles grew white.

Cupping his balls with your right hand, you forced his cock into your throat, gagging with every motion. Drool had began to pour from the sides of your mouth like miniature waterfalls. Declan’s thighs were trembling under your touch — his head reclined back, jaw to the floor in ecstasy. “How does it feel, girl?” He muttered, watching as you unlocked your jaw even wider. Mumbling a distinct reply, you continued your barrage upon his cock, stroking his balls to coax him further into his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck ya’ gonna make me cum.” He spat, twitching frantically under your mouth. He loved taking a step back and watching you perform for him. “Mhm mhm.” You hummed, swirling your tongue around the base of his cock.

Before he could pull back, Declan shot his load of sweet cum down your throat, a thunderous groan accompanying every rope. His entire body contracted, as you pawed at his cock, not wanting a single drop to escape. “Fuck, you taste so good.” You whispered, sucking gently at the tip of his cock. Never would you have imagined taking control of Declan O’Hara.

“Give you what you want, cause your love is all I need. I’mma turn you on, with all the things I do.” - All I Need.

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xoxo-sarah · 7 months ago

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Visiting Home for the Holidays

↝a/n: for my people who don't celebrate Thanksgiving, you can interpret this as Steve meeting your parents for the first time. 🩷

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

↝warning: Thanksgiving? Not proof read, rushed

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Steve Harrington, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

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Steve stood at the edge of the driveway, his heart pounding in his chest. He adjusted his brown sweater for what felt like the hundredth time. You had told him it looked good on him.

He glanced nervously at the front door. The memory of his disastrous first meeting with Nancy's parents played on a loop in his mind. He could still hear the awkward silences, feel the judgmental stares, and remember the feeling of not being good enough. He remembered passing by the house and feeling ashamed when he caught the eye of Mr. Wheeler as he mowed the lawn. Truthfully, Mr. Wheeler hadn't thought of Steve since that night. That didn't change the fact that it haunted Steve. The thought of repeating that experience made his palms sweat and his stomach churn.

"Steve, it's going to be okay," you said, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "They're going to love you."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I just... I don't want to mess this up." Last time, it was a disaster. He didn't dare say the last sentence. This is different. It's a different time with different people. He's changed. He's not King Steve. You're not her.

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "You're amazing, and they're going to see that."

Steve nodded, taking comfort in your words. "Okay, let's do this." With one last deep breath, he followed you up the walkway, feeling a little more confident with each step.

Peering eyes watched through the window, in-between the curtains. Excited eyes softened and protective eyes glared, slightly wavering as you slightly smiled. You were happy.

As you knocked on the door, he glanced at you, and you gave him a reassuring smile. The door opened, and your parents greeted you both warmly. Steve felt the tension in his shoulders start to ease as he saw the welcoming expressions on their faces.

Dinner was a cozy affair, filled with laughter and stories. Steve found himself relaxing more and more as the evening went on. Your parents were kind and engaging, nothing like the cold reception he had feared. Every now and then, he'd catch your eye, and your encouraging smile would give him the boost he needed to keep going.

"Steve," your dad started, a hint of question as he said the name, not sure if that was right. He gave time for correction, but it never came so he continued, "Y/n tells us you work at a video store. How's that treating you?"

Steve started to feel that familiar anxiety creeping back. Then he felt your hand gently touch his under the table, grounding him.

He took a deep breath and began to talk, feeling more confident with each word. "It's fun; decent pay." He started, before going on about working with friends and his boss.

Your parents listened intently, nodding and smiling, genuinely interested in what he had to say.

By the end of the night, Steve was laughing and chatting comfortably with your parents, the initial nerves long forgotten. He realized that with you by his side, he could face anything.

As you said your goodbyes, your mother stopped you, bringing you into a hug. "He's a keeper," she whispered and grinned, pinching your cheek and your became embarrassed.

Your dad brought you closer to him, after shaking Steve's hand firmly. "Be careful on the roads. Holiday traffic is the worst."

Steve grabbed your hand and began walking back to the car, Steve turned to you, gratitude and affection shining in his eyes.

"Thank you," he said softly. "I couldn't have done this without you."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I knew you could do it. And now you know it too."

Steve smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the chill of the night air. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, with you by his side, he could handle them all.

After Steve opened your door, helping you get in without hitting your head, you turned back to the house as Steve rounded the car. Your parents stood on the edge of the porch, expressions soft. They waved, smiled gracing their face. Their little girl was with someone who seemed nice. He was respectful; he helped clean up and respected you and them. He listened when you talked, eyes scanning your face. A few times, they caught him smiling as he admired you. He even fixed a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

They were willing to welcome him back anytime, as long as he made you happy.

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deerspherestudios · 7 months ago

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Hii, I just finished your new game, astronought, and I liked it sm! I love all the effort you put into the design and different effects and the storyline was super interesting! 🩷

Also, how did you come up with Atom and their species? I’ve never seen a character in a vn that’s multiple in one like Atom, and I find the concept of it super cool!

Waa thank you!! I've said it over and over but it was really fun experimenting with the visuals. If any of you are familiar with Slay the Princess, a lot of the kinetic bits are inspired by that game!

I'm gonna start answering asks about the game so if you haven't played and want to, I advice blacklisting #astronought vn? I think that's how it works,,

Anyhoo I was really nervous about the reception with Atom since their design is so out there but so far everyone's liking the new silly?? Spoilers below but I go into detail on designing them a bit (tw//worms):

Initially they were gonna be an amorphous shape-shifting blob similar to Venom, but as I developed the game further just the idea of worms piloting a suit and invading your ship just creeped me out enough I wanted to illustrate it hahaha! So I dropped the shape-shifting aspect and just made them a pile of worms in a trenchcoat.

In a way what made me like their design so much is just how much I'd be grossed out from it in real life,,, but hey!! It's monstrous desires jam for a reason!! Get out of here with the humanoid garbage, it's icky spaghetti all the way!! /silly

Here's one of the earliest concept sketches for the ending CG:

#astronought vn #atom ask #cheea chatter #bts #doodles #sorta!!#you're actually the first to ask abt the new game!! yippee! <2 #queue's back!! lets get to these questions //rubs hands

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heartsandstars46 · 20 days ago

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Show me how to love you

Tasm!Peter x fem!co-worker reader

Word count: 1k

Fluff, comfort 🩷

prequel, sometime between "Be Nice to Spiders" and "Finding Out"

You like Peter a lot… so why are you suddenly afraid to let him touch you?

Why was your heart beating so fast? Why did you feel so nervous? Spending time with Peter wasn’t exactly unusual these days; you two had become pretty good friends. You had lunch together almost every time he was in the office, he’d come over a fair amount, and, of course, there was the night he’d taken care of you while you were sick.

But tonight was probably the most date-like thing you two had done. You’d gone out to dinner. Dinner. Not lunch, not a coffee run, dinner. And he’d paid! This was legit… at least according to movies and shows you’d seen. You’d never been on a “date” date before.

As you unlocked the door to your building, you and Peter were laughing over his impression of Jameson, and it wasn’t until you two were halfway up the stairs that you realized things might be different now. What did friends who’d been on a date do afterward? Could they still just hang out? Watch reality TV and build a bookcase and snack on candy? You tried to smile as you opened the apartment door, but your stomach was fluttering with nerves.

“Hey, the bookcase looks great,” Peter said.

The apartment was completely dark.

“Um, thanks? But how can you even see it?” you asked with a laugh as you flicked on the lights.

He shrugged bashfully. “Eh, good vision.”

“I thought you wore glasses sometimes.”

“Good vision with contacts, I mean. But look at that bookcase!”

You gave a nervous, whinnying sort of laugh. “Yep. All thanks to you.”

“We make a good team.” The way he was smiling at you, so soft and sweet… You felt like one of those cartoon characters whose heart is visibly beating out of their chest. Peter was watching you with those big brown eyes. He moved his hand toward you slightly—maybe he intended to touch your cheek. But you recoiled. Not intentionally; it was like out of an out-of-body experience. Peter’s brow furrowed.

“Hey, are you okay?” He reached out again, this time for your hand, and you backed up into the couch. “Sorry, I, uh, I guess I misread things,” he stammered. “Sorry.”

It wasn’t like Peter had never touched you before—you’d even held hands the night you were sick!—so you didn’t know why this was happening. It was like your brain and your body had disconnected upon entering your apartment.

“No, I’m sorry.” You could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I don’t know why I’m being so weird.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! No, of course not. Peter, it’s not you.”

He raised an eyebrow with a sad little smile. “’It’s not you, it’s me’? Really? Come on, you’re a writer—that’s the best you can do?”

You rolled your eyes and looked at the floor. “It is me, though. If you only knew….”

“Knew what?”

Your sigh came out more like a groan. “How much I like you….” Your face was now completely on fire and you still weren’t even looking at him.

You heard him chuckle softly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He moved into your line of vision so you couldn’t avoid him. “Hey. I like you too.”

You bit your lip nervously. “Still?”

“Yeah, still.” He smiled at you and held up his right hand like he was swearing on an imaginary Bible. Before you knew what you were doing, you gently pressed your cheek against his palm for a few seconds. Peter gave a soft, pleased hum. The weirdest thing about this touch was that it didn’t feel weird at all. You had leaned into it, after all, rather than recoiling from it. You had initiated it.

“Want to sit down?”

“Sure.”

The two of you sat in silence on the couch for a few very long minutes. Then, when you had gotten up the nerve: “Peter… I’ve never really dated anyone before. I also, um, haven’t always been able to control how people touched me.” You made sure not to linger on that point; this didn’t need to be a full-blown confessional. “So I’m just kind of freaking out a little bit. I don’t know why I didn’t hold your hand before. I want to. Or, at least, I would want to, in theory. But something got in the way.”

“Oh,” he said softly. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry—“

“No, I’m sorry.”

You felt like you were being torn in two. You wanted to be held and comforted, to hold him and reassure him, and yet….

He was still the same trustworthy friend he’d been an hour, a week, a month earlier, but some part of you wasn’t getting that.

“Is there anything can I do to help?”

You smiled sadly at him. “Hmm. I want you to know how much I like you. I’m only nervous because I like you so much.” Then, timidly, “Can I touch you?”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “…Sure? What is this, like reverse psychology or something?”

This is me, trying, you thought to yourself. As shy as you felt, you now knew that being the initiator helped. Why not try again?

As you slid closer to him on the couch, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He didn’t move. He didn’t make any attempt to get closer or touch you.

Somehow, you pressed your trembling fingers against his palm. You watched his expression soften, and he pressed his lips together, like he wanted to smile but wasn’t sure he should.

He gently brought his other hand down on top of yours, stabilizing it. Your hand couldn’t shake as much with him cradling it like that.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah.” You made eye contact and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Let’s start here, then. I mean, it’s not like I have any idea what I’m doing. I’m not some dating expert!”

You smiled shyly at him. “So it was a date tonight.”

He laughed. “Yes. It was a date. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, your heart rate finally starting to slow to a normal-ish speed. “I was hoping it was.”

#tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter comfort #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm fanfic #tasm peter imagines #tasm!peter x you #tasm peter fluff #andrew!peter fluff #andrew!peter x reader

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sweetheartsaku · 1 year ago

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—HAIKYU!! various ; better in the dark

a/n ; [gn!reader] how deep is your love pt 2???!?!! AND YES!! the title is a tv girl reference :3c please dont let this flop!! praying that all the ppl who found pt 1 found this 🥹🩷 tysm for all the notes everyone!! <3

— characters : akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

part 1 ! ♡ oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

tea roses !

keiji akaashi ; tip toe - HYBS

THIS MAN. he will take you out on absolutely BEAUTIFUL dates. they are scheduled and well thought out, all without you knowing. knows what you like, can predict what you order, where you will sit or do, and KNOWS how to fluster you effortlessly. UNSPOKEN RIZZ AT ITS FINEST YOUR HONOUR!!

at one point he had to resort to the notes app to write what you're like but had realised he had subconsciously memorised all of it by heart. deleted it and still knows you like the back of his hand!!

weirdly knows how to pick the best candles.

the warm, nostalgic smelling ones. candles that are the perfect dash of nostalgia, that feel comforting and warm. i wonder if its in the brain or an instinct thing

for anniversaries or literally just whenever, he makes paper flower bouquets. they are so intricate and every little detail, colour and fold makes it so perfect. in-between classes or when he finishes work early, he'll be nonchalantly folding another smaller flower for the arrangement. he does it so effortlessly too 😭!!

sometimes likes to fiddle with your fingers especially if you wear rings. one of the only and very sweet moments of PDA!! gently rubs his fingertips over your knuckles and tracing all the lines. i need an akaashi keiji in my life

will send you the most beautiful, heart-wrenching and mesmerising poems at an insane hour. you'll wake up with a couple paragraphs about how important healing or taking one step at a time is, making sure you fall in love with yourself everyday too. (please do)

kozume kenma ; cherry wine - grentperez

facinated by painted nails. on holidays he might paint them black, or maybe get a little cat sticker on his index!! pick the colour he'll love it either way

cherishes your little trinkets so much 😞 polaroid of you two and stickers on the back of his phonecase, keeps some of the random stuff you give him in his pocket. you could find a rock you gave him like 3 months ago but he kept it because you said it reminded you of him??

perfectly able and capable to order things by himself, but you know he isn't the type of guy to actually seem to WANT to do it. he is too lazy to actually get up but not lazy enOUGH when it comes to you. he might hide behind you. "HE SAID NO PICKLES!!"

CRAZY beef with your plushies. or anything you hold dear honestly. he can and will get pouty. BEWARE!! you must give him a lil' kiss to earn his attention back. (loves the forehead ones)

sometimes he forgets or just doesn't want to eat. it will get to the extent where you have to spoon feed him,,please remind and encourage him to ! eating, sleeping... just can't do it without a little push.

does this thing with his hands when you cross the road. i don't wanna say grabby hands because its pretty cringe, but it is definitely grabby hands. has no idea why he does it but its such a sweet and small gesture╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ !

cat parents but not exactly cat parents? 🤔 you found this stray cat once, and started visiting it everyday on the way to school. you cared for it, and when kenma picked that up he was also instantly fond of it too. now you both kinda feed it your leftover lunch when you visit the cat after school.. he's so precious with the little cat ueue.. take pictures before the moment fleets!

has the date you two met written on his controller... (he was so hesistant at first though LMAO)

shinsuke kita ; old love - yuji, putri dahlia

uses your initial for math variables. he'll use x or y sometimes, but his first option is ALWAYS your initial. you found this out on a study date once, math talk blablabla and he uses to what seems to you a 'random letter' NO. it is your initial!! 😞 when you ask he seems unfazed, but his ears are pretty red... idk guys i think he wants you

one of the people that make you stiffen up when they get physical. when he lays his head on your shoulder you instantly freeze up, trying not to move a BONE so you won't disturb him. it's like muscle memory to you LMAO.

really pretty, long lashes... if you've read part one, oikawa and tsuki are very similar :0!! loves when you graze his lashes with the back of your index finger

like akaashi, learnt how to make flowers but they're crochet 🥹 i think growing up his grandma had taught him how to crochet and all the little patterns. overtime, dedicated himself to making an arrangement every anniversary... they come with little heartfelt letters too!! (kita boyfie material COME HOME!!)

very routinal as well!! like kuroo (he is the full package) he never misses a morning or night to say good morning or good night. AND he places sticky notes around your desk or places he knows you'll be in reminding you to smile or something along those lines !!

what took the cake for me was when he left a little bag filled with goodies once he realised atsumu was sick 😣 definitely does the same for you... sends bag with a bowl of hot soup his grandma made at your front door

eita semi ; i wish you roses - kali uchis

weirdly immersed in the painting of nails as well. sometimes he'll ask you to paint his in black but he got dress-coded a week later 😓 SIKE gives NO shat and kept them on anyway. they are way too valuable to him to just erase. nails done in a simple colour he likes?? by his s/o?? wiped off?? very funny shiratorizawa

i think + the neighborhood, he likes tv girl, kendrick lamar, childish gambino but has a duality of laufey and beabadoobee's bedroom pop and fuzzy rock??

sick of people making arctic monkeys his personality 😞 musicians arise!! apart from the VBC, hes probably in a band too. small gigs here and there for school, and a few fun sessions with his friends just to play whatever. come to his gigs! (sometimes he'll magically play 10x better when you're around, he says)

share earphones with him PLEASE. on rainy bus rides or walks home, he'll play something you like hehe c:

takes you out to the mall closest to shiratorizawa to go pick up some fast food or a drink. it usually gets really crowded from all the surrounding schools so he keeps you close by the waist

and obviously the basic, will sit with you and teach you the basics of bass or electric guitar. i think he'd play a bit of percussion too (о´∀`о) sometimes he'll take you into his lap, but thats when he feels pretty clingy but very discreetly!!

tobio kageyama ; what would i do? - strawberry guy

please don't try to flirt with him he WON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! *gunshots*

if you say literally anything that isn't directly stating your point, he will not get it. using metaphors or just figurative language in general he is STRUGGLING. you need to say, "you're pretty." because things like "i fall in love with you every day" or "i'll find you in every universe" he will actually look at you BAFFLED. please help this man

thinks about what YOU would do. like when he is in doubt or feels like he's about to lash out, he will take a moment and literally ask himself what you'd do or say. even in tests or something completely unrelated to you he will literally ask himself what you would put in the answer box !!

face scrunch when he gets jealous ! he kinda has a lil' pout but can't bring himself to say anything. when you finally notice him he'll have this lil' (๑ˋ^ˊ ๑) face... please kiss his eyelid or the corner of lips cuz HE HAS TOO MANY PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGES!! (and he'll get flustered it's the cutest) revoke them THIS instant!!

his favourite type of kisses are the ones where you'll push his hair back and give him a forehead kiss. he'll take you in by the waist and keep you close, he likes to listen to your heart because you have his. when he feels clingy, he'll nuzzle his head into your shoulder. what a dork

will attempt to find you at his games pre and post timeskip. before the game he will try to make it not look frantic but one of his members eventually catch on 😞

rintarou suna ; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - joji

camera roll is either 0.5's of the most jaw dropping, majestical sunsets and sunrises that he's experienced with you or literally anytime the sky is feeling a little different (if he's not with you at the time he WILL send them to you at either 5am or 7pm saying it reminded him of you) or the CRAZIEST 0.5's of you losing sanity or of you off guard. its wild blackmail material but he chooses not to LMAO. (because of the love in his heart, he says)

has a little photo album for you and anything you related!! he also takes the best candid photos of you and post them on close friends!! (´∀｀)

no. #1 victim of couple tiktok trends. pretends and looks like he doesn't like it, but doesn't want it to end. once you press post he will stare you down with his beautiful ahh olive hazel eyes (he wants more)

last one on the social med side, he mentions you in posts with your initials all the FLIPPIN' TIME!! his dedication is quite endearing

on days where everything becomes overstimulating, he will notice. will eye you for a while, but once he knows when it gets to a certain extent he will hand you an earphone.

anyone who says suna is an arctic monkey's listener is a LIAR I SAID IT I SAID IT!!!!! *more gunshots* JOKES he probably has a couple of their songs in his playlist, but i personally think he's more tyler the creator coded. people who get it get it (avril lavigne sk8r boi? keshi beside you? definitely)

hot adams apple

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #akaashi x reader #kenma x reader #kita x reader #semi x reader #kageyama x reader #suna x reader

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