#Dick looks classy but he will bite back

[princessbrunette]

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rafe wasn’t a big sweatpants wearer.

he liked to think of himself as matured, classy, reeking of money. sweatpants was something he associated with being a slob, lazing around, not getting off your ass and working. that didn’t mean he didn’t own a few pairs— you know, for sleeping, lounging, etcetera.

because of his dislike for the garment, you’d rarely see him in anything other than work slacks or kook-y board shorts, which is why when he brushed past you in the hallway of tanny-hill, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tshirt — you were lost for words.

“wh—where are you going?” you all but mewl, quietly padding behind him as he frantically searches the bowl placed on the chest by the door.

“uh, gotta run n’see barry— the fuck are my keys? you seen ‘em?” he stressed, itching his forehead as he thinks about where he might’ve left them.

“no, uhm… you’re going out dressed like that?” you ask.

grey sweatpants — a grown man’s lingerie. with each step rafe took, it became abundantly clear that he’d skipped out on boxers today, something he never did, true lazy-day style. his dick print hung heavy in the centre below the draw strings, thick and causing a bump in the soft fabric. he glances down at himself upon following your gaze and shrugs obviously.

“laundry day.” he stops his search to face you properly, eyeing you where you stand. “the hells with you, seem all out of it today.” his voice is low and tired, and you can’t help but bite down on your glossy bottom lip, stepping towards him. you say nothing, staring up at him— and he stares back, eyes vacant and lips parted. you stand on your tip-toes and kiss him.

he kissed back, albeit confused— and as soon as you pressed your body to his, feeling his bulge right on your tummy — something took over you. it wasn’t enough that you were ovulating, the sweatpants were making you feral.

you quickly pull away to sink to your knees, a hand stroking his hip bone as you start to leave kisses to his clothed cock, the meat of it instinctually hardening beneath your trained touch. he smirks for a moment in disbelief, watching the way you mouth at him — humming like you were the one being pleased.

“alright, hey— i get it. ‘think sarah’s home. you—you want her comin’ down the stairs n’seeing the shit? stand up, kid.” he reluctantly reprimands you, giving your jaw a firm little tap but you only whine and pull him closer— your open mouth breathing hot air onto his growing erectjon, flat of your tongue pressed to the soft fabric between loving kisses.

“s’okay dad just wanna give you kisses.” it comes out muffled, distracted, like you don’t actually know what you’re saying. he licks his lips irritably at you not listening, eyes fluttering before he grabs your jaw, pulling you up to stand.

“i said alright. easy, yeah?” he warns once he’s closer to eye level with you, still gripping your jaw. you grin, all slick-lipped and glassy eyed.

“can’t go out anymore daddy, not like that.” you point to his crotch, your mouth having darkened the light grey fabric all around his hardened bulge— making it obvious something had gone down. it was true, he couldn’t go out like that. barry was always looking for new things to tease rafe about, and this would be giving him perfect ammunition. he presses his lips together, nostrils flaring before he lets go of your face, the same hand reaching round to the back of you, grabbing the back of your little booty shorts and yanking, using the momentum to spin you suddenly to face the same way as him.

as soon as you’re facing the other way he slaps your ass, before prodding at your shoulder — signifying for you to walk toward the stairs. “shit, little brat. start walkin’, think you owe me something.”

you giggle, slowing your pace like you were gonna come back with another retort but he simply gives your shoulder another little shove — practically bullying you. “said go, didn’t i?”

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[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | TRIO LIN KUEI | "WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE TO EXCHANGE NUDES WITH THEM?/HOW THEY SEND NUDES?

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TW: afab anatomy, pet names, dirty talk, pussy talk, whining, nude exchange, mutual masturbation, m!masturbation, smut, nsfw, sex phone, porn plot only.

♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 ♡

You two would be two needy and horny boyfriends, especially Tomas. He always wanted a photo of your body, be it breasts, thighs, belly, ass or gif of your lips - these are his favorites, because he can imagine his cock wrapped around your mouth - just a big boy with extreme lust!

However, your dear boyfriend is very shy and he is also afraid of someone seeing the messages and explicit content that you exchange on your cell phone. He has a folder with a password with all your photos and videos - when he goes traveling with the Lin Kuei and does some mission, he always sees your nudes and videos of you masturbating for him, your fingers digging into your pussy while he smiles, imagining being with you at that moment, letting out passionate sighs with each click to move to a different photo of you, he felt his dick throbbing strongly, as he went to relieve himself in the shower, taking his cell phone while biting his lip to keep from making any noise, going and coming with his hand on his thick length - he's definitely the type to turn into a shaking, confused mess, babbling as if you were there, kneeling with his dick in his mouth, clutching his cell phone tightly, he would definitely end up cumming all over you of the screen and a photo of you, in the heat of the moment -

The nudes he sends you are often a little shaky, most of them he will already be masturbating to you. You'll have to ask sometimes, because he's afraid of bothering you with his photos.

They are simple nudes, with Tomas holding his dick from top to bottom, giving you a view of his throbbing and willing member, or with him standing up, the camera takes in Tomas' face and naked body, while he looks indirectly at his cell phone, biting his lower lip and sending a gif like this, masturbating for you with the caption: "Fuck baby, look what you did to me... Help me cum, please."

He's also not very shaved down there, with a trimmed path of white hair that goes from his navel to the base of his dick, but it's nothing that bothers him.

♡ 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 ♡

This man is extremely horny, Bi Han is the type of man that if you touch his arm he will already have a hard-on - obviously, this only applies if the two of you have an intimate relationship, with you being his S/O - However, he is also an elegant and classy man, he won't ask you for nudes directly, but if you send them to him as a surprise, he won't complain, just smiling beneath the mask while typing compliments every time - photo or video - his favorites are the ones with you completely wet because you just got out of the shower, your breasts with water droplets, your pussy tight and ready for him, while he held himself back from abandoning all his lin kuei commitments that day and fuck you for the rest of the day - he will look at photo by photo, video by video, gif by gif.

"Fuck (Y/N) you're going to drive me crazy like this..."

"You're so fucking hot... Fuck, I'm going to fuck you so much, I'm going to fill that beautiful pussy with my cum"

"And those breasts? Just waiting to be fucked, aren't they? I can imagine my cock between them."

And so on, he knows how to mix dirty talk with soft compliments directed at you. Bi Han likes to see nudes throughout the day, even with a huge erection in his pants, he will just look at the videos mentally thanking him for having such a beautiful S/O, and also thinking of ways to punish you for making him hard in the work, like fucking your pussy with all your might while holding your neck, even recording it as a souvenir.

The grand master's nudes are more provocative, he likes to make you feel comfortable, sometimes he will be in training and send you a photo without a shirt, exposing his muscles and with the hem of his pants lowered a little, at the level you you can see the base of his shaft, full of veins. He knew you were going to get wet, he knows how much power he has over you, so he loves to play with it, making you beg for more of him.

He will also send semi-nudes, with a towel wrapped around his waist, his thick dick marking the soft white fabric, as you watched the gif, with Bi Han lightly grabbing his own dick, loose and wet hair falling on his muscular shoulders as he smiled roguishly, a mischievous smile on the side and damn, that was fucking hot!

He was finally going to send more explicit videos, letting the towel fall in front of the mirror, exposing his thick and pulsing cock, which was already reaching his navel, leaking pre semen on the fat crimson tip, stroking himself lightly with light hoarse moans, he's not the type who writes subtitles and yes, speaks in the video or sends audios after such an act.

"-Do you want my dick in your pussy my little bunny? Mmm, you make me so hard, I'm going to fuck your little pussy until you get pregnant." Bi Han spoke in the video, huskily, smiling smug as he stroked the proud length, even on video, you could feel his dominance.

"-Understand my call my dear, I want to hear you play, just cum with me for now ok? I promise I'll get home as soon as possible." - yes, Bi Han loves a good 'sex phone' especially on those lonely early mornings when he can't see you, which always ends with him giving you orders on how to touch yourself and show him, and he loves every damn second of it -

He is also not very shaved, he has hair on his chest and abdomen, going down to the base of his dick, however, it is also trimmed, giving a sexy touch to his appearance.

♡ 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡

Kuai Liang is a stressed and tired man, however, he loves to please you, seeing your pleasure and happiness makes him happy, and your nudes help his stress decrease. He is not a very sexual man, however, he will not deny a good photo of your naked body on his cell phone, in fact he is famous for saying: "Soft-hearted and hard dick." you do that to him. He is a man with thighs and pussy, Liang will love it if you simply send him a photo wearing a loose shirt, it doesn't even have to be completely nude, just semi-nude will make this man with a hard dick and happy, smiling at the cold cell phone screen, He's not the type to talk, he shows.

If you send a nude, he will send one back.

His nudes are generally more aesthetic, with a mix of light and shadow, showing his hard dick exposed and slightly crooked to the side, above his abdomen, with an orange light bathing his well-worked muscles - with the caption: "That was it what did you want to do? Make me hard? Congratulations, you did it."

Kuai Liang will send short videos of himself masturbating, and lightly tapping his hard shaft on the camera, as if he was hitting his dick in your face, you could see his lips curling into a smile in the background. Kuai Liang will also use lubricants, applying it to the shaft and tip of the dick, massaging and overstimulating himself while looking at the explicit photos of your wet and hot pussy, the poor pyromancer was hotter than normal, needy for you - he also already sent a video, with a silicone masturbator, moaning and complaining that the sex toy didn't compare to your body.

"-Fuck... Damn, this doesn't compare to you, my prince/princess..." Kuai Liang moaned in the video, as he hit his hips on the masturbator, even in the dim light of the room you could see his thick shaft fully cumming, coming and going, making you even more needy for him.

He is always shaved, completely smooth.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[elvensorceress]

fuck it friday

wow are we going to say fuck it this friday... idk I started a thing. don't look at me. slightly nsfw and references buck/tommy sex but it is absolutely going to be a buddie pining threesome fic. I said don't look at me. these boys are dumb and need some help. tagged by @theotherbuckley @evanbegins @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @wildlife4life @hippolotamus @tizniz @sibylsleaves tagging for now or this weekend or just because you might be interested? @eddiebabygirldiaz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @bihoebuck @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @ellelans @messyhairdiaz @wh0re-behavi0r 😘 ILY

The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And Buck is having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and, I know what his cock feels like in my throat, and, why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do. 

If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second. 

Bisexuality, man. Who knew? 

It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades. 

And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well. 

Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too. 

Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had. 

He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now. 

He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it. 

Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend.

What is wrong with that?

[pparadiselost]

Hiii could you possibly write nsfw hcs for luna from blue lock(not many write about him and im dyinggg😓)? Thank youuu

so to speak.

leonardo luna x gn reader nsfw headcanons. warning(s): nsfw, degradation (giving) minors do not interact.

leonardo luna is mean. he has no use for people that are useless in his life, and he makes that much clear. even when he has you pinned to the bed, your body all pressed up against his, he’ll make sure you know your place. it’s up to you whether or not you want to behave and obey him, but if you show even the slightest bit of rebellion, he has no issues putting you in your place. 

he degrades you endlessly. he calls you shameless, a stupid whore for getting off while he’s telling you how absolutely filthy you are. do you like it when he tells you that you’re worthless, no better than a cocksleeve made to take him? do you like being treated less than human? does it really feel that good, having him pound into you while you’re nearly on the verge of tears from how mean he’s being? luna has no issues reminding you how filthy you look: thighs stained and sticky, lips swollen, ruined to hell and back like the brainless slut you are.

even though it might seem like he’s being mean simply for the sake of being mean, luna takes a lot of pride in making you feel good. he’s always keeping strict tabs on your body, figuring out what makes you twitch and mapping out all the sweet spots that have you quivering underneath him. he likes making you squirm and beg for mercy, but if he really wanted to, he could easily have you cumming all over his dick in no time. luna just likes to take his time and watch you fall apart for him, desperate to feel his cock inside you no matter how many insults you have to take before he’ll give it to you.

despite his sadistic streak, luna is a classy man! his favorite way of having sex with you is by spoiling you beforehand. he’ll treat you to a fancy dinner, complete with matching outfits that he’s generously paid for, and after the two of you have enjoyed a romantic night out together, it’s like he’s flipped a switch the moment you get home. he’ll be tearing your clothes off and bending you over the side of your bed, and he’ll fuck you until you’re broken and crying underneath him. as much as he loves you for your body, he wants you to know that he cares about you in a way that’s so much deeper.

as harsh as his lovemaking is, his aftercare is gentle and sweet. he’ll patch you up and bring you drinks, making sure that none of his degradation has actually hurt you. if you’re interested in trying anything new in bed with him, luna will eagerly test things out! this is how he learns that he’s into his own share of pain. he wants you to pull at his hair, scratch his back up, bite back a little even, so that he can have that much more fun pushing you down and overwhelming you.

he also strikes me as the kind of guy to enjoy airplane sex? it fits his suave but cheeky vibe. he’ll be nice to all the stewards on his private jet, but the moment the doors close and you’re left alone with him, he’s taking his pants off and telling you to pleasure him. he’ll watch you with pointed eyes as you bounce up and down on his lap, telling you to keep quiet unless you want everyone else to figure out that you’re fucking him like a desperate whore that couldn’t wait until landing. truth be told, luna couldn’t care less if they figured out—it’s so much more fun to see you get all worried about someone hearing while you try to ride him, your hole unconsciously clenching up around him whenever luna scolds you for moaning.

[leafsbabe]

Tyler Glasnow - teasing Tyler (SMUT)

2.2k words of you trying to get Tyler to fuck you and him not giving in...at first

It was almost cute that Tyler thought he could resist you. Granted, a charity dinner maybe wasn’t the best event to seduce your boyfriend but you were sure the marine animals would forgive you, if only they could see Tyler all dressed up.

The plan had been simple. Barely appropriate short dress + no underwear = getting fucked in the bathroom until you could see stars.

But what you hadn’t counted on was your boyfriend’s stubbornness. While he had stared at you all night, he was yet to touch you in not so innocent ways. What fun was holding your boyfriend’s hand when you’d rather have it between your thighs, playing with you under the table?

The dinner itself was relatively tame, completely pescetarian, for some reason. If the point was to fundraise for marine animal conservation, why serve them to the guests?

The table decorations weren’t too bad though. A giant coral piece in the middle of the table obscured you from the view of those seated on the other side and the long table cloth provided cover for what you had planned.

Both the slightly unlawful acquisition of the cutest manatee-shaped salt and pepper shaker you had ever seen —and that were just coincidentally sized small enough to fit into the tiny excuse of a purse you paired with your tiny excuse of a dress, right beside a tube of lipgloss, your phone, and a strip of condoms that had yet to see any action— and the shameless groping of your boyfriend. You were feeling nice though so you waited until after the dinner to do both.

Tyler had removed his tie after dinner and the open collar of his white shirt showed off his strong neck, sadly devoid of any love bites. For now.

Had anybody been paying attention to Tyler they probably would have noticed the way he jumped in his seat —just a little bit, not noticeable unless you watched closely— when your hand came to rest on his thigh. Part of you wanted to skip the buildup and go right in and cup his dick over his suit pants but you were a classy girl at a classy dinner so you would work your way up his thigh slowly, making sure Tyler knew how much you needed him.

Things moved slow and you were impatient but rushing things just didn’t seem smart. You wanted to drive him wild until he couldn’t hold back and simply had to take you.But that meant you had to pace yourself.

For all intents and purposes Tyler was great at acting unbothered. He carried a certain nonchalance that came from experience. This wouldn’t be the first time you did this and it wouldn’t be the last.

You had traced your pointer finger along the inseam of his pants for what felt like hours, up and down without moving your hand, before Tyler finally acknowledged it.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice low and just a hint of strained.

Huh, you’d thought he’d be more desperate by now.

Turning to look at Tyler when you answered him was only polite, using your upper arm to push your boobs together and make them look bigger on the other hand wasn’t polite at all, but it got him to look.

“You know exactly what I’m doing.”

Below the tablecloth your hand inched higher. Not dangerously so but just enough to make Tyler react.

“We’re getting out of here as soon as we can.” He hissed.

Great idea. As a reward you slid your hand higher, to the top of his thigh.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, sliding down just slightly so that more of his lower half was obscured from view, long legs disappearing under the tablecloth.

You spent the next hour or so just palming his thigh as the night's entertainment proceeded. After a small presentation about the planned conservation efforts a small band took the stage, providing a background sound to the mingling.

Some of his teammates came over from their tables —how the Rays’ owner invited the entire team but split them up over several tables, you didn’t know— and asked Tyler if he would join them at the bar. He wouldn’t drink tonight, taking his driver duties seriously, but there was no reason he couldn’t socialize with the boys a little bit before taking you home.

You went to find their partners in the meantime, talking about holiday plans and cooing over pictures of children and puppies in little costumes. 

After maybe half an hour the men started to make their way back, joining their better halves and hanging out glasses of bubbly. 

“Tyler’s outside.” You get told when you fail to spot him. “Said he wanted to get some fresh air.”

So he was probably trying to hide his big frame in a corner and discreetly vape. By the time he joined you again there was a faint fruity smell lingering around him, confirming your suspicions. 

“Ready to go?” He asked you, casually, as if he wasn’t holding his jacket in a way that was almost certainly meant to conceal a bulge in his pants.

Beside you one of the guys frowned. “Already?”

“We have an early day tomorrow.” Tyler answered for the two of you.

You rushed through the goodbyes and out of the hotel ballroom the event was held at. Tyler left to get the car but you had the foresight to idle in the lobby until he pulled up, just to escape the sinking temperatures outside.

He held the passenger door open for you and you climbed in, watching as he did a small half jog around the car to reach the driver side.

You trusted Tyler but you also knew that distracted driving could only lead to accidents so you waited until he pulled into the street to your neighborhood before you let one of your hands wander beneath your dress, teasing your folds while you waited for him to notice. It didn’t take long, but instead of saying anything he just reached over, wordlessly replacing your hands with his.

“Finally.” You breathed out, spreading your legs wider to give him better access.

Tyler didn’t comment on your lack of underwear, focusing on the road and burying his long fingers deep inside you without preamble. 

A moan left your lips before you could stop yourself but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of another.

He knew how to touch, the way he needed to move his fingers to drive you wild.

You were so lost in the feeling of having something in you that you didn’t even notice that the car had stopped. That was until Tyler withdrew his fingers from you, pushed his seat as far back as the car would let him, and then hauled you over the middle console and onto his lap in a move that shouldn’t have been as smooth as it was.

By the time you caught onto what happened he was already working on getting his belt open and you tried your hardest not to think about the fact that those thick long fingers had been inside you just moments before.

“Fuck.” He hissed as he struggled with the clasp.

You pushed his hands away, getting to work opening it. “Here, let me…”

The second his belt was open you moved on to his zipper, pulling it down carefully but fast before sliding your hands into the fabric on either side of his hip and pulling both his suit pants and underwear down as much as you could in your position.

Tyler lifted his hips to help you free his dick and you thanked him by sinking down on him in one smooth motion.

No matter how many times you would do this, there was a part of you convinced it would be impossible to ever get used to the feeling of him inside you. Tyler filled you in ways no other man could ever hope to and your heart ached at the thought of moving, but you planned on getting fucked tonight so you inevitably had to.

The car didn’t leave much room for you to move but you wouldn’t let that stop you from getting what you so desperately needed.

Tyler’s hands came up to grip your hips, moving your body with ease as you switched from deep grinds to riding him. There was no build up, no gently waiting to adjust, you just took. And Tyler gave.

He managed to hold back, head thrown back and moans held back by him biting his lip, as you moved on top of him. It felt easy to lean forward and attach your lips to his neck. Twin moans left your mouths at the change of angle and you finally felt him come alive below you.

The next time you rose up he kept you there, hovering above him just enough that he could fuck up into you.

Tyler didn’t hold back anymore, putting his strength to good use. 

It didn’t take long for you to get close —not after spending the entire night waiting. Your boyfriend didn’t seem to be too far away from release either, by the way his thighs were beginning to shake against the seat below you.

“Don’t come—” He bit your shoulder, making you tighten around him while a moan forced its way past your lips. “Don’t come until I say you can.”

It was an order, plain and simple. Tyler had made you wait for so long that it only seemed fair to make him wait in return. 

His hips bucked at the request, throwing off the perfect rhythm he had before. The whine you let out in response didn't help so you started moving again, meeting his thrusts as you tried to chase your high. 

You were close, so so close, but no matter what you did, release seemed to stay just barely out of reach. You whined again, moving faster, changing the angle, anything to push you over the edge.

It was Tyler that finally brought you release.

His fingers, his wonderfully long and skilled fingers, found your clot and you fell apart above him not even a single breath later.

Thigh shaking, you fell forward, letting Tyler bear your weight as he continued to thrust up into you, fucking you through your high while he chased his own.

He was beautiful. He was a mess.

Tyler had his head hung long, forehead buried in the crook of your neck as he mindlessly rutted up into you. His long hair brushed against your skin and when you combed it back with your fingers he groaned against your pulse.

Part of you wanted him to beg for forgiveness —just a little bit, because he made you wait all night before taking you— but the feeling of him deep inside of you was starting to turn from pleasurable overstimulation into too much.

“Ty.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Tyler.” You repeated when he didn’t react.

He still continued to move his hips, too lost in the feeling to react. It wasn’t until you used your grip in his hair and pulled his head back that he snapped out of it.

“You can come.”

He did so silently, pulling you against him as close as possible and burying his face in the crook of your neck again.

It took a while for Tyler to come down, dace still hidden against your body while he slowly softened inside you, heart racing. 

You pulled off carefully before sitting back down on his lap. It was only then that you noticed that you completely forgot about a condom, Tyler’s release slowly dripping out of you and onto his suit pants. 

The two of you watched silently for a moment before you spoke. “Do you think these are ruined or could we bring them to a dry cleaner?” Tyler didn’t wear these pants often but he looked amazing when he did. It would be a shame if you’d have to get rid of them.

“I don’t think we can save these.” Was Tyer’s response.

He tried to put his ruined pants back on but you were a little in the way. It was only when you tried to lift yourself up to give him some room that you noticed how weak your legs felt. Tyler must have noticed it too because after he tucked himself back into his pants he wrapped one arm around your middle and pulled you close again before opening the car door and stepping out with you in his arms.

Once outside you noticed that he had parked the car in your driveway and you realized that you had fucked there too. What if any of your neighbors saw?

Tyler just hiked you higher in his arms and carried on walking towards your front door, unlocking it one handed. Once inside you found yourself with your back pressed against the door, Tyler looking down at you with a glint in his eyes that told you the night was far from over. Without meaning to your hips jerked, the drag of your core against his hard middle sending a shock through your body.

“Don’t worry,” he said, as if he could sense your thoughts, “I won’t make you wait a second time.”

[chrisbitchtree]

For @harringrovekinktober day 10 - Frottage!

NSFW

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Back when Billy and Steve had just been best friends, two pining idiots flirting by way of being complete and total dicks to each other any chance they got, they’d had plenty of alone time. Steve’s parents had spent the last six months in various countries across Europe, sending Steve postcards relaying the message that they wished he was there, which couldn’t be any more the opposite of the truth, Steve had said, snorting, as he hung another postcard on the fridge, and Hopper, who Billy had moved in with after the events of Starcourt, only asked that Billy check in with him after school if he wasn’t going to be coming home for dinner, and that he be home by his curfew at 11pm.

Of course though, once they’d gotten over themselves and in Robin’s words “finally, you fucking idiots” confessed their feelings for each other, Steve’s parents had returned home for a few weeks and seemed to want to pack six months of not seeing Steve into that time, and Hopper had banned Billy from closing his door when Steve was over the second they’d told him they were together, because “El and I DO NOT need to hear that. Ever.”

Suffice it to say they’d had no time for anything other than rushed hand jobs in the back seat of Steve’s car at the quarry, or the blow job Billy had given Steve in the backroom of Family Video one night while he was closing up the store. Steve had spent a lot of time with his hand around his dick late at night, replaying that scene over and over in his head, Billy’s blue eyes looking up at him, his mouth stuffed full of cock, Steve’s fingers buried in his shiny curls.

Now though, the stars had aligned, and Steve had the night off on the same day that his parents were in Chicago for a business trip. Steve’s shift at the video store had gone torturously slow, every single minute seeming to last ten, until finally, the clock struck 4 and Steve was free. He practically ran out of the shop, and Robin, who knew where he was headed laughed and told him to have fun, while Keith had glared at him and told him not to run in the store or he’d get written up. Whatever. Steve would deal with him another day.

The plan for the evening was simple. Meet at Steve’s, where Billy would shower after basketball practice while Steve made them a romantic dinner of chicken parmesan, salad, and garlic bread, and then they’d go up to Steve’s bedroom to fuck like rabbits.

Steve raced through a shower of his own as soon as he got home, and by the time Billy arrived, the chicken was breaded and baking in the oven, and he was stirring up a vinaigrette for the salad.

“Hey, baby,” He greeted Billy, as the blonde sidled up behind him and kissed the back of his neck.

“Hey, pretty boy, it smells delicious in here, and it’s not just your amazing apple shampoo for once.”

Steve chuckled in response. Billy loved that shampoo and used it any chance he got. Steve bet if he buried his nose in Billy’s curls right now, he’d smell it.

Billy set the table, lighting the candles Steve had placed in holders, as Steve boiled the pasta and broiled the cheese on the garlic bread, and before long, dinner was ready. They ate opposite each other, their feet tangled together under the large oak table, talking about their day with mouths full of chicken and pasta, like the classy guys they were.

Then, when the last bites of food were gone, the plates were cleared and the dishes were left to soak, they headed hand in hand up to Steve’s bedroom. They’d talked about this, planned for it, decided that Steve was going to fuck Billy, and then Billy would fuck him, so they’d each get a turn. They’d flipped a coin to see who would go first, and Steve was proud to say he’d kept his gloating to a minimum when he’d won.

They undressed each other, then Billy laid down on the bed, hands behind his head, Steve taking a minute to soak him in. He’d seen Billy naked in the showers after basketball practice the year before, of course, but this was different. Steve didn’t need to pretend to avert his gaze now. He could stare as long as he wanted and stare he did.

Billy gave him a woolfish grin, tugging on his cock, and wasn’t ashamed to say he drooled a little bit, his jaw practically on the floor. “Like what you see, princess?” Billy asked, winking.

Oh, fuck yes, Steve did. Unable to wait another second, Steve dropped the condoms and lube he’d grabbed from his bedside table onto the mattress and climbed on top of Billy, pulling he blankets over them, and capturing his lips in a long, deep kiss. They were both already half hard, and they groaned into each other’s mouths as their cocks rubbed together between them.

“Oh fuck, Steve, that feels so good,” Billy said, practically whining. Steve made a mental note to tease him about it later, but for now, he focused on making them both feel good.

“You like that, baby?” Steve asked, grinding down onto Billy, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.

Billy nodded furiously, grabbing Steve’s ass, and encouraging his movements. “What if we just did this?” he panted into Steve’s neck.

“But we had a whole plan. I was going to take your ass virginity, and you were going to take mine!” Steve said, even as he reached for the bottle of lube.

Billy snorted, shaking his head. “Well, that’s one way of putting it. We’ll get to it though, I swear. It’s only 7. There’s plenty of time for you to take my “ass virginity” before I have to be home for curfew. Right now, this feels good, and it’s what I want, ok?”

Steve nodded, pressing his lips to Billy’s. He snapped open the cap on the lube without breaking the kiss and squirted some out into his palm. He reached town between them, taking both of their cocks and stroking them a couple times until the glide was just right. They bucked against each other, in their own little world under the covers, moaning into each other’s mouths, Billy’s arms wrapped around Steve, holding him close, until they were coming within seconds of each other, the hot wetness spreading between their bodies as they moved with the aftershocks.

Steve didn’t think it would be possible, but somehow, Billy’s arms drew him in tighter, and Steve rested his head on Billy’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. Steve smiled, grateful for everything he had in that moment. Billy was right, they had plenty of time for what would come next. For now, this was perfect.

[smallestapplin]

Since grimsley has his design based off of vampires, may i have some headcannons (sfw and nsfw) of vampire grimsley with the female reader?

FINALLY SOME GRIMSLEY LOVE.

Cw : blood, biting, hypnosis, classic vampire stuff.

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Sfw

- Vampire Grimsley who walks around with a black umbrella and fancy sunglasses on, just so he can walk around town with you. Will he look like the ultimate goth boyfriend? Absolutely he will! Did you expect anything less of him? He simply must look his best. Though he makes sure to wear long sleeves and gloves, just so the sun doesn’t accidentally touch him.

- He always teases you, his inhuman strength allows him to hold something away from you, and hold you back very easily. He likes seeing you struggle “hmm maybe I’ll give it back…perhaps for a kiss?” A kiss turns into one, then another, then another, until you’ve forgotten what you were trying to grab from him.

- He wakes you up often at odd hours of the night, just wanting to tell you something. Though sometimes he stops himself, and just admires how peaceful you look, so he ends up sitting at your bedside reading, or counting his winnings.

- Other times he will lay in bed with you, letting you sleep snuggled up against him. He refuses to move, just letting you sleep, while he holds you tightly against him.

- Would never turn you unless you specifically sit him down, and ask, the thought will never cross his head until them.

- Adores drinking from you, you’re his favorite thing to taste. When you let him bite your skin, drawing blood, and letting him lap it all up. He can only gush about how you’ve ruined him for any other blood there is.

- Spoils you rotten with expensive everything, expensive bedding, expensive clothes, expensive shoes, expensive self care products, literally anything you want, he’s been around for centuries, so he has enough to spare.

- You’re going to be taken out on a night in town, lavished in gifts, and taken to classy restaurants, where he can happily make you swoon with how little he cares about who sees making his lady love melt.

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- 🔞NSFW BELOW! 18+ only! MDNI🔞

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- That strength of his makes it so easy to hold you up, and fuck you against the wall. He loves using his strength to pin you places, especially when you easily melt under him, whimpering for him.

- Goes without saying, he loves biting you, he loves nipping at your inner thighs, and licking up to your cunt. Biting your neck, littering it with his marks, licking up the small amounts of blood that spills.

- He moans at just the taste, you’re like the finest ambrosia he’s ever had. He loves drinking from you when having sex, it feels more intimate, or primal depending on how he’s taking you.

- Being a vampire, his stamina is insane, he can go for days if you’d let him.

- Speaking of, he does want to, if you truly want him to. He likes the idea of being the big bad vampire that has you locked away, and fucking you for days at a time. Seeing you so cockdrunk and dumb all over his dick has him twitching all over again.

- Hypnosis, please, he likes you under his spell, weak to him, doing whatever he asks. He loves it when you agree to it, and he can make you as of a slut as he wants, and fuck you like it. Your dazed, unfocused gaze, doing nothing but crying and squealing for your vampiric lover.

- AFTERCARE! AFTERCARE! AFTERCARE! He’s quick to get you cleaned up and in a nice hot bath, while he readies some antibacterial cream for the bite marks, and bandages. You’re his love, like hell he won’t pamper you.

[onyourhyuck]

Darling, Venom. | Lee Jeno (M) Part 1.

Synopsis: In the billionaire world there is only one rule to follow. Trust no one. Heo Yuri returns to South Korea from the States after five years to develop her rising business, on the way she rekindles with old faces, one being Lee Jeno.

Warnings: Smut, Mature content/Language, Millionaire’s world, Arranged Marriage, Enemies To Lovers, Childhood Enemies, Expect lots of slow burn. Yuri is petty and Jeno is a dick.

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Everyone has a purpose when living right?

Living organisms on earth all have their niche on this residing planet. Such as Animals surviving together in the economy, wanting to breed and hunt for food to live another hellish day. It is exactly the same in a billionaire’s world.

Heo Yuri views this living as a game. She is the queen and everyone is the pawn to her decisions on the battlefield.

The strutting woman with a daring face steps out the black limousine once the chauffeur has made its destination by the sidewalk, underneath the red carpet leading right up to the modern three level flooring mansion, possibly costing millions. By the side the young woman was attentive to her heavy luggages and bags.

Coming from the states to Korea was a rough journey , wouldn’t want the boss’ daughter get tired right? Yuri knew this. She smirks simply, no words needed. No thank yous, nothing.

The moment the footsteps belonging to Yuri were heard as well as her expensive dress and classy hair tied in a low slick bun came into view to other workers and servants, they greet her but gain no response from the girl. People can’t help but whisper how cruel and cold she is.

Not wasting time, Yuri barges in the front door. “Father!” She shouts across, intense eye contact glaring right in those brown wrinkles ahead. The man leans back in the chair sighing leisurely, as if he didn’t just know why his daughter returned to korea in the first place. “Ah, Yuri-ah, sit sit.” He commends.

The woman scoffing loudly, pushing the door roughly to slam, a big wind shushing the silence in the office-like room. Mr Heo watches silently, awaiting as he demands. He won’t tell her once. Yuri knew better but to sit down, cross legs with her upset long face.

“Don’t play the nice active father when you have always been absent in my life.” Yuri throws, Mr Heo laughing. “Of course I won’t, I would rather end myself than deal with you.”

The girl cheeks a nasty glare, gritting the teeth on the inside of the tongue. “Why have you sent me back to Korea. I know you have an alternative motive.” Yuri grimly tells.

Mr Heo shrugs, surely hiding a secret that is yet to be unfold. Yuri stared blankly at the older man in the office chair, she felt her hands clench the chairs arms on the side in anger. The man wasn’t breaking down to tell her the truth, it boils the blood warm.

Yuri inhales sharply. “I’m going back to the states if this was for nothing.” He hears her say. Yuri un-crosses the legs and then stands up, walking to the door she only slammed few minutes ago. Mr Heo stands up roughly grabbing a hold of Yuri’s wrist.

“Heo Yuri!” Mr Heo yelled, pulling the daughter to face him forcefully. She glared back, snatching the wrist off his tight gran. “What, father!” Yuri shouts.

“You’re not leaving back to states until you join me for dinner tonight and that is an order.” He adds under the Breathe. “It is an order on the Heo family.”

Yuri looks away, biting the bottom lip in fuming anger. The family have an order that every Heo family have to follow, essentially meaning if it helps the business of the family to get richer beneficially— they have to do it without a word question.

“Only because it’s business.” Yuri replies later, turning out of the room and leaving Mr Heo alone. He sighs as he turns around, met eyes with an older grey-haired woman. “Miss Yoon, please prep my daughter for tonight’s dinner.”

“Yes master Heo.”

The dinner was truly a mystery, it was killing Heo Yuri inside and out but something else burned, supposedly curiosity erects within her. If it was merely business, he should deal with it himself. Why does Yuri have to come from the states back to the motherland, just to have business dinner with some old men like she always does in the states?

What makes it so different? Yuri couldn’t understand it other than something else being the reason for Yuri being there.

Either way, she will find out tonight. It wasn’t a good feeling though. The car drive to the V.I.P restaurant was a decently average timing, enough for Yuri and Mr Heo to not kill each other in the car. Their relationship was never good and it only deformed badly once her mother died.

“Mr Heo and Miss Heo, welcome.” The restaurant owner greets when helping both heavy influences in the economy of where people live. Mr Heo smiles greeting back, but Miss Heo wasn’t so willing to be nice. She gives a small nod with a resting face.

The food place owner gets caught off guard by the cold dry response introduction. Mr Heo noticing he directs the attention back to the building ahead. “Mind chumming us to our table? We have guests waiting.”

“Yes sir! I did not forget that.” The man replies, nervously smiling where he now brings both inside the building. It was a fancy classical five star restaurant. Yuri wasn’t used to these Korean food places, in fact she forgot the taste of her own cultural food. The most she has ate was pizza and western dishes in America. Not that she was complaining, she loves pizza.

The father and so-called daughter were met with a younger man surrounding by two older people around Mr Who’s age or even older. Yuri wide eyes turns to her father stopping midway by grabbing the hem of the suit.

He turns around looking at the hand grabbing him by the edge softly. “Yuri, behave.” Mr Heo pleads angrily. She bites her tongue harshly, speaking through the teeth when the three people approach forward. “What is He doing here, father.”

“Be quiet and sit down already.” Mr Heo said dismissing her completely. Yuri joins the man down on the chair, greeting the Lee family.

Jeno side eyes Yuri with emotionless eyes as he then greets Mr Heo with respect but when it came to the girl he simply gives a hand forward catching the girl off guard. Yuri scoffing but shaking it.

The parents catch themselves amongst a convo leaving the children out. Jeno whispering with a mocking expression. “Well well well, if it isn’t Heo Yuri back in Korea? What happened to I’m never coming back? Guess Haechan was right.”

Yuri growls snatching the hand away from him quietly so the others wouldn’t notice such negative behaviour. “What did Haechan say huh? As if I care.”

Jeno lightly smirks condescendingly. “That you’re a bane of existence Heo Yuri.” Yuri crosses arms together but turning to Mr and Mrs Lee. She turns to look at Jeno. “Why are we having dinner?”

Mr Heo pulls Yuri up from. “Oh right, I should reveal it right Mr Lee?” He laughs and the other man chuckles darkly sitting down on the chair. “Actually, Jeno already knows.”

The younger boy sits down and Yuri turns to Jeno with wide eyes . “He knows? What am I missing out on.” Yuri grasps the situation but barely, when the words ring out. The ears hearing it but somehow a large pop and the noise blocks out.

It was as if the situation paused and exploded. Yuri couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Why was her father keeping this to himself and why would he force her in this situation in the first place?

“You’re marrying Lee Jeno, Yuri.”

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[greenorangevioletgrass]

BRO, ik I told you already but part two was SO good (like, not that I expected else but damn), I already reread the whole story haha

I'd love to read the blurb for "From Eden" by Hozier.

For reasons 👉🏻👈🏻

Luv uuu! 💕

Ho-ho-hozier! It’s the god of filthy sex and poetics, so what better way to celebrate his music with some sexy time???

warnings: rooster is promoted, also rooster is a goodboi, smut [sub!rooster, softdom!reader, dirty talk, praise, orgasm denial, face sitting, unprotected sex]

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Bali is heaven.

The infinity pool in your ocean-view villa sits right at the edge of the cliff with the beach down below, you’re a short scooter ride away from bars and restaurants and shops—although you spend most of your time staying in, fucking like rabbits…

“Mrs. Bradshaw,” he gushes as he lies back against the headboard, admiring how the white silk chemise falls over your curves. The V-neck dips low, down to your torso, and trimmed with lace. It’s so simple and classy and in the soft glow of the night lamp, you look positively angelic.

“Commander Bradshaw,” you throw a lazy two-finger salute as you walk over to him, climbing onto his lap.

His rough hands glide softly against the fabric over your thigh. It’s just a tad longer than your other lingerie pieces, and it’s somehow driving him nuts. “God, I can’t wait to ruin you in this,” he growls into your lips, seizing you into a searing kiss.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not the one ruining you.” you pull away with a coy smirk.

And if he was nuts before, he’s gone completely batshit now. “Oh?”

“Mm-hm.” you run your manicured nails along his abs, “In fact, why don’t we play a little game right now?”

You shift a little and feel him stiffening against your ass. He is fucked. “I’m, uh, I’m listening.”

“I’m gonna spoil you tonight,” you state simply, purring in his ear. “With my hands, my mouth, my cunt…” you nibble his earlobe and you know you’ve got him —hook, line and sinker.

“What’s the catch?”

“The catch?” you hum in contemplation as you shift lower and lower until you’re level with his cock. All veiny and hard and leaking at the tip. You take him in your mouth, a lot of him at once, and he hisses between his teeth. “You can’t curse.”

“What the f—”

“Ah. Quitting already?” you tear your mouth off of him just as swiftly, raising your eyebrow at him in challenge.

He clenches his jaw and he answers, almost petulantly, “No.”

“Good boy,” and just before you return your mouth to his cock, “At ease, sailor.”

“I’m an aviator.”

“Whatever.”

He scoffs, equally offended and aroused by how easily you dismissed him, although it’s soon replaced with a gasp as he hits the back of your throat. Jesus Christ. You’ve got his brain in his mouth, and right now he can’t think. His mind is hazy on chasing the pleasure in the warmth of your mouth.

And as his hand finds the back of your head, a devilish smile blooms on your lips. You let go of him, relishing in the frustrated whine he makes, and grabs his wrist. “Rule number two: no touching.”

“Are you fu—” he stops, catching himself, and takes a bracing breath. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“You know I’m a lot stronger than you, right?”

“I know, but…” you hum, casually stroking along his length, “I’ve also got my hand wrapped around your dick, baby. Literally and figuratively. And if you so much as graze a finger on me or say a bad word, then it’s game over. You understand?”

He hates you so much. “Fine,” he begrudgingly obliges. But of course, he’s not gonna go down without a fight. “If I’m good to you, will you let me inside you?”

Just as you figured out how to flip the switch in him, he also knows how to get under your skin. And he knows that you’re also struggling to resist him.

“You’ll have to get me nice and ready first.” You push him so he’s lying on his back.

He already knows what’s coming, even before you clamber up, hiking the dress to expose your glistening folds, and he has to consciously bite his tongue to keep from swearing. He knows if he just opens his mouth, you’ll drip right onto him and he’ll lose it.

“You remember your rules?”

“No cursing, no touching.”

“You remember how to tap out?”

He snaps his fingers three times.

“Mm. Gonna ride your face now, okay?”

Rooster nods, looking up your skirt earnestly. Eyes falling closed when his tongue finds your slit. For a moment, the torture seems worth it. Yes, he’s about to cut his hand open by digging his nails so deep as he fists the bed sheets. And yes, he’s thinking about all the curse words known to man. But she’s also grinding into his face, fingers buried in his hair, sighing out shit baby I’m gonna fucking cum fuck fuck fuck—

If he ever drowns in your pussy, he figures it’s the best way to go.

You move down to his lap again, a little less graceful this time having just come down from an orgasm. Kissing away the arousal smeared on the corners of his mouth, his chin, his nose.

“Good boy…” you soothe a hand along his face. “Guess it’s time for your reward, huh?”

He leans up, chasing you for a proper kiss. “Yes, please.”

And as you sit on his cock, taking all of him inside you, a single strap of your dress slides off of your shoulder, exposing your hard nipple on top of the soft swell of your tits. He’s not sure whether it’s you or God or both, but he’s this close to coming.

And you can see that. Hell, you can feel it. And of course, you’d try to hold it against you. “Oh! Almost forgot to tell you the last rule.”

Fuck.

“No cumming until I say you can.”

His head falls back against the pillow with a groan.

“Told you I was gonna ruin you,” you goad him smugly.

The rules do not apply to you —you’re free to touch and curse and come as you please. Rubbing your clit and rolling your hips and bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it. And through it all, you count how many times he got close and begs for release.

“Baby please, I’m gonna—“

“Aw, but you look so good like this, Roo.” Chest heaving, cheeks blushing, eyes watery and unfocused from your undoing. “Just give me one more, okay? One more, and then I’ll let you fill me up with your cum and watch it leak out of me.”

“Oh my God…” he nods weakly, letting you bring him to the edge, and pull back until the sudden loss of sensation sets him on fire.

He’s shivering under you, flexing inside you, and you’re certain he’s aching now. With your thighs clamped securely on his waist, you flip the two of you over so he’s on top.

“Go on. Cum inside me, Bradley.”

In the years of your relationship, you mostly refer to him by Roo, an affectionate form of his callsign, or other terms of endearment such as baby, sweetheart, etc. Bradley is strictly saved for special occasions, and right now it sets something off in his head.

Something that drives his hips to slam into you at an ungodly speed. Fucking you so good that you’ve forgotten the rules you set for him, and guides his hand between your legs.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he pants out, pressing your clit just a touch harder. And as your walls clench around him, it’s game over. “Fuck!”

He swears he blacks out for a moment, and when he comes to, his whole body weight flops on top of you. He tries to lift himself off of you, but you whimper. Wrapping your limbs around his back.

“It’s okay, baby. Just… just stay here for a sec.” You run your hand gently along his spine, nails lightly scratching his skin.

And in the arms of his wife, devilish as she might be underneath the angelic facade, he finds peace.

[curiousquirks]

Hello curious! Could I request a Giran A-Z? I really loved your thoughts on the other characters so far! 💕

~From a starving Giran lover

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

Post sex cigarettes are mandatory, even if he was smoking during. He’s the type of person to toss a wet rag to them so they can clean up, and he might even let them take a shower first (he thinks he’s a real gentleman doing that move). He’s not too keen on being overly affectionate at all, maybe some words of affirmation and praise but nothing physically (unless it’s patting them on the head). 

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

On himself: The easy answer is his dick, the most obvious one too. Otherwise, he’d offer his forearms. A really beautiful woman had complimented them when he rolled up his sleeves and he took pride in them ever since.

On his partner: Thighs, he loves them. Especially with thigh highs and stockings. Kagero is also a sucker for lips; the little thumb biting and pouts. He eats up the lip pop art paintings too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When he’s finished he’ll paint their body like he’s writing his signature. He’ll mark his cum anywhere: stomach, ass, chest, legs, face. It doesn’t matter, but he does have a preference for their face. 

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

He has an SD card filled with filmed porn (some he is in and some he’s not). It also has a shit ton of lost/banned porn and doujinshi collections. He has a great supplier. No he won’t ever share it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kagero is very experienced when it comes to pleasing a partner, definitely running with a body count in the double digits. He’s not afraid of commitment at all, it’s just easier in his line of work to do things casually. He’s a lot to handle when it comes to first impressions but if his potential partner gives him a chance, then he’ll be sure to give them a good time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any position where he can look at his partner (especially if they have decent tits). He prefers them bouncing on his lap, doing most of the work while giving him a great view. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He might give a good laugh every once in a while, he doesn’t mind it. His mood can swing whichever way his partner’s mood does. He’s pretty flexible like that. 

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

Thick gray happy trail that can easily be seen if he leans back too far when he stretches. He might give himself a little trim if he thinks it’s been awhile, but only if he anticipates sex later than day.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

If they’re classy (or if he is feeling nice) he might smooth things over with a nice dinner first. His expectations and opinion of them are going to dictate how much money he’s willing to spend, so for their sake they better hope he thinks highly of them. Everything is transactional afterall. As for in the moment, he’s not going to be lighting any candles but he does have a playlist specifically to fuck someone to. No, they're not allowed to criticize his tastes.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’ll do it around five to eight times a week. He has accounts on porn sites, with specific favorites depending on his mood. He prefers videos over pictures, he’s a simple man after all.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pouty Bratty Subs

Cosplay/Dress Up

Leashes

Anal Sex

Fisting

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Kagero is pretty open. As long as there is some privacy, he’s willing to do just about anywhere. Anywhere that has a chair, couch, bed, ect. The location is more likely going to fit the costume that his partner is wearing, you know to get the setting right. 

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

Any person that comes up to him acting boldly. If they’re blunt and honest about their intentions, he’ll quickly and eagerly indulge them. Kagero is easily put, just a simple man. A lot turns him on. A woman's breasts being visible, someone bending over in just the right way, pouting lips, placing a hand on his leg, whispering in his ear. It doesn’t take much for him to get hard.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Strap-ons/anal (receiving). He loves anal, but he’s not too keen on being the one on the receiving end.

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

He obviously has a preference in receiving and he’s quite a talker during it too. He has no problem giving, in exchange of the favor returned of course. Average skill, nothing too fancy but he’s not too bad. He prefers doing other things instead.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fond of fast and sensual. His method of “taking his time” is alternating between the two, since he doesn’t like going slow. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It’s a personal favorite, it allows him to get right back to business. Kagero can squeeze them right into his schedule and still have plenty of energy to do more later. Who doesn’t love a quick mind clearing orgasm on a smoke break?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to trying some new things, if his partner puts up a decent argument and it’s not something he deems outlandish. As for risks? He’s willing to let there be some risks, like getting caught or even catching something. But something like knocking someone up? Oh no, they better be taking birth control because he likes fucking raw. 

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

He averages around half an hour (if it’s not a quickie of course), sometimes longer depending on the circumstances. He can usually come twice, rather quickly back to back. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a closet dedicated to various costume pieces, kink gear, and toys. He’ll pick up new pieces sometimes with new partners. Also a small trunk with various things like leashes, collars, vibrators, dildos, ect in it. He will exclusively have them used on his partner. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves when his partner is a brat, giving him an attitude and trying to test him. It’s adorable. He’ll have them begging soon enough. 

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

He’s a grunter; that and some heavy dialogue is all you’d get out of him. He will encourage his partner to be loud though. He doesn’t want anyone to see him having sex but everyone is welcome to hear them. 

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

Kagero is 100% done to use sex as a way to clear certain fees, get rid of some debt, or give a discount on a price he’s given. He loves money and prefers it but he’s willing to at least compensate them something in exchange.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Around five inches, and he’s very insistent on his partner knowing that he’s a grower. It’s pretty thick and girthy though with a prominent vein on the bottom.

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

Some would say near constant. He’s thinking of sex multiple times a day. It doesn’t take much for him to get going and he’s always ready for a ride. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on what he was doing. If it was a good proper session, he might actually pass out mid cigarette.

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ch. x - choke me daddy

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warning : explicit (??) smut written below, kinky shit, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

You threw your phone on your bed after that conversation, reminding yourself to punish Jongho when the time comes.

"Hey," Mingi called as he walked in through your door, putting his backpack by the shoe rack before jumping on your bed, landing right on top of you. You chuckled at his antics, patting his head lovingly before pressing a kiss to his forehead as he rests his head comfortably on your chest, burying his face between your boobs.

Mingi inhaled deeply before exhaling loudly in satisfaction, "I love your boobs," he said, voice mumbled as it's buried. You rolled your eyes at him, "first thing you said to me in person's 'I love your boobs' ? Classy, gi," you scoffed.

He detached his face from your chest momentarily to peel the shirt you're wearing up to your chest, exposing your bra and tummy to him which made him smile. He dove to kiss and bite around the exposed skin playfully, the sensation making you giggle.

"Technically, the first thing I said to you was 'hey'," he said for a second before continuing to leave bite marks around. As his lips were busy and your hands tangle in his hair, his own hands started to peel your sleeping shorts off to show that you had in fact gone commando.

When feeling the lack of underwear by your hips, Mingi stopped his lip's work to look down, making sure he wasn't imagining things, before looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. You know he's not actually judging you so you bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from giggling, "surprise?" To which he chuckled incredulously at your cheekiness but not saying anything.

He simply reached his palm towards your face, a gesture you're familiar with so you spit into his hand without command. He proceeds to smear your spit all over your pussy, using it as a lubricant.

The feeling of his large hand and calloused fingers were amazing on your aching pussy, so you moaned when he started to slow his motions down to put pressure on certain parts.

"God, I love your moans," he groaned before slapping your pussy harshly, making you yelp and jolt a little at the stinging sensation. "Oh, baby, did I hurt you?" He asked mockingly.

Looking down at him, his eyes showed faux innocence as his actions were doing dirty deeds. The sight arouses you, proven by how your hole is clenching and leaking more juice.

Again, he slapped your pussy, making you cried out again in both pain and pleasure, "daddy asked you a question, princess," "s-sorry daddy, you're not hurting me, it feels so good," you moaned, attitude immediately changing when he addresses himself as 'daddy'.

When you answered, he smiled, satisfied with your obedience. Eyes peering back down to stare at your pussy, Mingi began to exhale shakily, "I wanna eat this pretty pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he growled before he started to attack your pussy with his mouth.

You were left a moaning mess as he had his way with you. Mingi went from an animalistic speed to slow and sensual in a matter of seconds. He managed to slip three fingers all at once while tugging at your swollen nub with his teeth. At first, he moved his fingers in and out of you slowly, mouth leaving soft pecks all around while whispering about how good you are behaving for him. The praises and the intimacy of feeling his fingers buried in you made your stomach flutter.

It wasn't until he suddenly spits on your pussy that he rammed his fingers in you ruthlessly. You squealed loudly at the feeling, not caring whether or not the people next door hear you.

"Shit, princess, you're trembling," he said as he watched your thighs shake, but even then he didn't stop or slow down, he instead delivers several more slaps to your pussy to add to the sensation. You wanted to tell him that you want to cum all over him, you want him to wreck you completely. But your brain was numb from the intense feeling he was giving, you couldn't form words, only pornographic pants and moans that made Mingi's dick twitch in his pants.

When you were at the very edge, Mingi suddenly pulled his fingers out of you and stood up. Your eyes widened and you had half the mind to scold him, but you know he's in his daddy persona and you're his princess so scolding him would be a bad idea.

Mingi rid himself of his clothing immediately, stripping himself bare. When you see his monstrous cock slap against his stomach, you could've sworn that you drooled a little and your pussy clench, as if sending a signal to your brain to shove his impressively massive length in you.

You sat up slightly and reach your hand for his cock, but he held your wrist, preventing your hand from making contact. You whined at him, "daddy, no, gimme," you pouted, batting your eyelashes at him, "I want your cock in my mouth," you added as you peer back to the impressive appendage between his legs. The tip was angry red and leaking precum, the thought of him fucking your mouth and cumming down your throat could make you cum on the spot.

Seeing how desperate you are, Mingi smirked, "next time, okay baby? Right now daddy needs to be in your pussy, daddy needs to fill you up with his cum," his words alone made you hitch your breath and your pussy to clench, thinking about his cock pumping his cum inside you until you leak? You could faint.

Your expression gave away the arousal you feel which exhilarate Mingi. His cock was twitching, eager and longing to be buried deep inside you.

Not wasting any more time, he climbed onto the bed, in between your opened legs. He took hold of his cock and drag it across your pussy back and forth. The feeling of his tip pressing onto you, almost slipping every time it passes your hole, was enough to make you whine loudly at him, getting his attention.

Reaching a finger down to your sopping pussy, you swipe at it while purposefully grazing against his throbbing head before dipping said finger into your mouth.

By now, Mingi's staring down at you like a predator while you're his prey. You tasting yourself, moaning and swirling your tongue around sets him off immediately.

"You dirty, dirty bitch," was the last thing he said before he grabs both of your legs open by your knees, and fully sheathed himself in you in one thrust.

"D-daddy," you squealed loudly when your walls feel his bare cock inside you. So big, so warm, so perfect, "m-monst-ter c-cock," you whimpered, breath held in while you slowly try to relax yourself at the intrusion to your pussy. Thankfully with the amount of slick that came out, his whole length went in easier.

Mingi was looking straight down at his dick that's been swallowed by your pulsing pussy. The sheen of juice and both your and his spit makes your pussy look really appetizing to him.

"God, princess, hand daddy your phone," he groaned, trying to hold on as best as he could to not immediately hammer you down. Without question (and not wanting to disobey) you reach to the side and grab your phone before handing it to him.

At first, you didn't know what he's gonna do (or more like your brain's too doped up in dopamine to process anything), but then he held your phone sideways and directed it to where you're both are so intimately connected.

While the camera records, Mingi began pulling out of you enough so that his tip was still inside. But the lack of his large cock pressing against your walls made you whine in protest, "daddy no," you whimpered out, bottom lip jutting forward in disdain.

The expression on your face, in contrast to what is currently happening, made Mingi coo at you. He reached his right hand forward and tug on your bottom lip with his thumb, your camera recording everything, "be patient, princess, daddy will give you his cum but only if you be a good girl and hold your legs wide open for daddy," he instructs to which you nod eagerly and immediately stretch yourself open.

As you did so, Mingi began pushing back in slowly, letting you feel every ridge and every vein on his cock. Your mouth hung open at the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you and seeing you in such a state boosted his ego through the roof.

When his pelvis meet your bottom, he could see the outline of his tip protruding from your lower stomach and you felt it from the inside.

To tease him, you released one of your legs from your hold and move it to where the bulge is, pressing it slightly to let him feel the pressure. "I can feel daddy right here, deep, deep inside me," you said shakily. He groaned at the visual and your word, he began thrusting slowly while filming everything. He kept his pace for a while, focusing on documenting everything.

At least he was until you let out a particularly high-pitched, shaky moan that's combined with your shaking thighs and curling toes when he hit a particularly deep and amazing spot.

Once he registered your pleasure, he turns the video off and threw your phone to the side. "Princess, daddy's gonna ruin you so bad, your brain's gonna turn to mush," was the final thing he said before he suddenly lifts and rest your right leg to his shoulder and presses your left leg onto the bed.

Before you could do anything else, he began ramming his dick into you at an inhuman speed and unbelievably deep inside you. You could've sworn you could feel his dick rearranging your insides every time he moves in and out of you.

The look on his face showed just how much he's enjoying himself. Eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip in between his teeth, and eyes zeroing in on you. Just by looking at your fucked out face he feels like he could bust a nut that very second. But his priority is you.

Having been denied orgasm previously made you highly susceptible to reaching your orgasm quickly. It didn't take long for a knot to form in your stomach, indicating that you're just about to be tipped over the edge.

"D-d-da-dad-daddy- I-I-" you stuttered, trying to tell Mingi that you're so close to cumming.

Knowing you well, he immediately changed positions of his hands on you. One hand pressed to your lower belly, low enough so that his thumb could rub harshly against your nub. Whereas his other hand, held onto your neck just enough to give pressure but not to restrict oxygen from coming in.

The new sensation of being choked made you dizzy. You weren't sure whether it was because you're lacking oxygen or if it's just your arousal, but by everything that is holy you swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"That's it princess, come on, cum for daddy. Make a fucking mess, show daddy how much you love being fucking used like a sex toy. Daddy's gonna make you so full with his cum that you'd still be dripping daddy's cum tomorrow," he said lowly.

And that seemed to be the last push you need to experience what you have to say is the best and most intense orgasm you've ever had in your life.

You were a complete mess. Head thrown back, back-arching, toes curling, thighs clamping Mingi, pussy clenching impossibly hard and a loud squeal emitted from inside you.

As you were still in a euphoric state, Mingi had managed to reach his peak as well with the help of your pussy so tightly clenching around him. He had always been one to cum a lot so it took a while until he completely emptied himself out, hips never stop thrusting as he rode both of your orgasms.

When he was sure you both are done, he finally collapsed on top of you. His arms immediately wrap around your body to hold you as close as possible to him.

Slowly, when you started to come back to your senses, you began wrapping your own arms around him and tucking your face on the junction of his neck.

"That was amazing," you panted out, voice tiny as you had just been squealing and screaming and moaning for quite some times. Mingi chuckled at you as he slowly began to stroke your hair with one hand and reaching for your blanket with the other, "so I take it choking's on your list now?" he asked to which you could only nod at him.

He was just about to pull out of you when you whined and wrap your leg around him in protest, "no, keep it inside me, it feels good," that confirmed to him that you really did had had an amazing sex with him because you usually only wanna do cockwarming when you feel deeply satisfied.

Nevertheless, who was he to deny you?

So he simply pulls your blanket around both of your bodies and peck your forehead sweetly before getting both you and him comfortable.

"Good night, princess, sleep well," he said before letting you and him rest for the night after spending a great time together.

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honey, honey (how you thrill me)

request: i loved strawberries and cigarettes but levi just can’t catch a break :(( can we have a super fluffy modern au with boyfriend levi instead? thanks!

request: hi i’m new here and had read your fics. i love your take on levi’s character! Also that your writing is very great to read!😘 (tho that angst really made me cry HARD) if i may request umm... i want a levi x reader fic about them being like an old married couple but they’re not in a relationship ‘yet’ so like everyone ships them. Its a fluffy crack fic/ Reader is like “well you’re clean and I kinda lilke you so...” then levi be like “you’re tolerable and knows how to properly clean.” and then they really ended up married. It’s like the easiest transition from friends to lovers that one day they just said lets get married we act like it anyway whats new 😂. I want fluffs and laughs! Aot is angsty enough we need fluffs with our favorite characters!!

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack.  ❈ word count: 4.6k

❈ summary: modern au. In which you and Levi are both professors at the same university, and are painfully unaware that all the students and other staff members have a bet that’s been going on for years now. What’s it about? When you’ll both finally confess to each other and just date already.

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of sex

a/n: made it gender neutral as per usual. this was really fun to write! makes me think about writing fluff more often (pffft sure)

Trost University was home to many brilliant minds. It was a prestigious school with an acceptance rate of 600 out of 4000 yearly applicants, and producing the finest students; those of which would almost always graduate with high honors before starting a successful career of their choosing.

Its professors, undoubtedly, were of the finest quality as well. They were professional, extremely skilled, and highly trained. It was a workforce full of almost over qualified educators excelling in their respective fields, with master and PhD certificates framed on cubicle walls being the norm in the faculty room.

Erwin himself was proud to be a professor here. He started working as a high school teacher when he was still studying for his master’s degree, shifting from high school teachings to college teachings as years passed by, before eventually getting recognized and offered a job seven years ago by the prestigious school.

His friends— a loving and longterm couple who, as far as he knew, were high school sweethearts and still going strong today— had joined him on this journey as well. He’d known them since they were in college, all studying different fields but aiming for the same career of teaching.

The three of them shared a strong bond; a bond built on study groups, mutual dislike for crappy teachers, and a certain love for education. They were there for him, and he was there for them. He especially disliked it, however, when their relationship went through rough patches. He didn’t like picking sides, and listening to the same story being told from two different perspectives almost always made him want to grab Y/N and Levi’s heads and bash them together for how dumb they were acting.

But despite the differences and occasional fights, he wouldn’t hesitate to say that he trusted them with his life.

So Erwin, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why he was just now finding out that the power couple he knew and loved wasn’t even a couple at all.

“So, wait.” He speaks, trying to be heard over the crowded cafeteria chatter. “You’re telling me... they’re not a longterm couple?”

“They’re not.” Moblit confirms easily. “Apparently, they’re not even dating.”

“Or so they claim.” Hange interjects. “Y/N and Levi have actual matching rings. Literally— I asked Levi about it once and he said Y/N was his fiancé.”

“But not romantically.” Moblit quickly adds on. “I was there too, he said not romantically.”

“Why would Levi propose to someone he’s not romantically interested in, huh?!” She counters back, a little louder than the brown haired man’s volume.

“I don’t know! Citizenship? Money? Sex—“

“They’re in love! You know they’re in love, you’re just denying it because you want to get in Y/N’s pants.” She huffs. “And because you’re about to lose the bet.”

Erwin’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Bet? What bet?”

“Oh, you don’t know about the bet?” Hange asks. “It’s been going on for, like, five years now. The entire faculty’s in on it.” She begins to chow down on her soup, not offering more of an explanation. Moblit takes this as his cue to expand when he notices Erwin’s blank stare.

“Since you guys joined maybe... seven or so years ago? Everyone just assumed Y/N and Levi were a thing. Because of, y’know, the way they interact with each other. But then five years ago Hange and I asked them when their anniversary was so we could get them some wine, and both of them full on denied even being in a relationship.”

Hange nods, more than a spoonful of soup and a more than generous bite of bread in her mouth. “Yeah, but then I peaked at their faculty files—“

“Peaked at their faculty files?” Erwin murmurs, but he’s ignored.

“—and they have the same home address. They live together!”

“I can confirm that much, at least.” The blonde man answers thoughtfully. “They’ve been sharing a dorm since college but Y/N moved out at some point. They live together in Levi’s apartment now, though.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Says Moblit. “They could just be roommates and really good friends.”

“Well I’ll say!” Hange throws her hands in the air. “I caught Y/N sucking Levi’s dick at a party once. Must be one hell of a friendship they have, aye Moblit?”

Her elbow begins nudging the brunette beside her, and Erwin stares with amusement when Moblit starts getting irritated from the eccentric woman’s teasing.

“So what’s the wager?” Erwin asks.

The two professors stop their bickering and share an evil smile. Hange gestures for Erwin to come closer, as if she were about to tell him a secret, and he does just that.

“Whoever wins the bet gets a free meal from Shaw’s Bistro.”

Erwin’s eyes widen. Shaw’s Bistro; the classy high end restaurant with the fancy wine, fancier atmosphere, and the best Japanese Salted Salmon he’s ever had.

It was an expensive restaurant— even for someone with his salary. Erwin knew he could rarely ever eat there unless he wanted to run his bank account dry. And he concludes that this petty bet must be a Pretty Big Fucking Deal.

He squints his eyes. “I’m listening.”

Hange giggles as she continues. “Basically, you have to guess how long it’ll take for Y/N and Levi to finally admit they’re couple. But you can’t choose the same answer as other people in the bet, we can’t afford two winners. Literally.” She gestures to Moblit. “Unless you’re like dumb dumb over there who wagered they’ll never admit it because they’re not a couple—“

“They’re not!”

“—I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Erwin nods his head, one hand on his chin in thought. He never did explicitly ask whether they were dating or not, he just assumed they were.

He carefully considers his options; be a snoop to his longterm friends and possibly break their trust for joining a foolish bet? Or Japanese Salted Salmon from Shaw’s Bistro?

Hange and Moblit look at him expectantly, smiling when he nods.

“Deal me in.”

The cafeteria was noisy when you walked in.

Students mingled amongst themselves, chatting idly about academics and gossip. Cutlery scraped against each other as people took bites of their meals. Your eyes scanned the crowd, spotting your friends sitting around their usual table and having what seemed to be a heated discussion.

You turned to look at the man beside you. “Did you bring your own lunch today?”

Levi nods as he lifts up a small black bag. “Always do. But I’ll stand next to you in the lunch line so you don’t look like a loner.”

That was Levi Speak for I’ll wait for you.

You smile. “Thanks.”

The brief silence between you is broken when you start talking about your students— how proud you were that Armin was tutoring some of the struggling students in his free time, how terrible Jean was at hiding his crush on Mikasa, how terrible Mikasa was at hiding her crush on Eren (“I don’t even think she’s trying to hide it. At this point, I’m convinced that Eren is either dumb or dense.”)

Levi nods along to your tales, seemingly uninterested and bored. But anyone who knew him well would know he was listening intently as you spoke, every word heard loud and clear and processing in his mind as soon as they left your lips. Occasionally, he would pipe in with his own comments (“Eren’s just dumb.”) but he didn’t engage too much, opting to let you speak and rant on.

Your talkativeness never got on his nerves, contrary to popular belief. He liked listening to your stories, listening to your voice, and seeing the little glint in your eyes when you start talking passionately about your students. He overall just liked being around you. You were cleaner than most people he knew. You were tolerable. Sometimes a pain in the ass, but still tolerable.

But what does get on his nerves, however, is being ‘secretly’ watched by his friends.

Once he’s sure you’re not looking, he turns his head in the direction of their table, murderous glare prominent on his face. Hange, Moblit, and Erwin quickly snap their heads down and pretend to eat, but Levi knew they were definitely staring.

“Oh crap, I forgot my free meal card.” He hears you mumble beside him. He hadn’t even realized you were already standing in front of the counter.

“Figures. You have the memory of a gold fish.” Levi comments off-handedly. 

He hands the cashier his free meal card and grabs your tray for you, and you silently took the coat that Levi had swung over his arm to carry with you instead. You knew he’d hate for it to get dirtied by any accidental soup splashing.

“So, what’s happening on your end of the gossip?” You ask, both making your way to your usual table with friends.

Levi shrugs. “The brats are doing well on their thesis. Their grammar is shit though; makes you wonder how they graduated high school.”

You snicker. “You say that now but tomorrow pull an all-nighter to help them study and revise.”

“You’re not one talk. You scheduled two different consultations between classes and three more after your shift.”

“I can’t help it, okay?! You know I have a soft spot for the kids from the 104th.”

Of course he did. He knew of your affection for that specific group of students— admittedly, he held a twinge of affection for them too.

They were part of the first class you ever taught in your entire teaching career. At the time, you both worked at some crappy school in the 104th district. And to see the kids now, all grown up and studying at a prestigious college, it made your heart swell. And Levi’s heart... well, suffice to say it cracked some of the ice around it.

“That soft spot of yours is making you lose sleep.” He scolds. “I’ll take some of the consultations off your hands. The lil shits deserve a teacher who isn’t half asleep.”

Again, that was Levi Speak for Don’t overwork yourself, let me help.

You jokingly slap his arm. “That’s rude!”

“I know.”

Your conversation is interrupted when you finally arrived at the table, Levi setting down your tray in front of you and you handing him back his coat as you sat down next to each other.

“Hey.” You greet your friends, and Levi silently unpacks his lunch. “What were you guys talking about? It looked pretty intense.”

“Oh, nothing, nothing.” Hange waved off. “Just the usual. Grading papers, grading lab experiments, grading essays. The usual.”

You nod, unconvinced but letting it slide. “I see.”

The table is once again filled with laughter and conversations. Banter was thrown around here and there, mostly between you, Hange, and Moblit as you debated about films and TV shows. Levi and Erwin stuck to light chatter, but it didn’t go unnoticed to the shorter man when Erwin’s eyes squinted as Levi placed his arm around the back of your chair like he always did, or when Hange tried to hide her squeal when he wiped some excess soup from the corner of your lips.

Something was up.

It was about ten minutes into lunch when your phone began to ring, a notification from a reminder app you downloaded. You picked up your phone and sighed as you read your schedule.

“Gotta go. I have a meeting in a few.” You mutter, beginning to clean up your tray and utensils; you were a little disappointed. You didn’t even get to finish your soup.

Levi eyes you and the way you kept glancing back and forth between your soup and the clock. He sighs before he speaks, “I’ll take care of your dishes and buy you lunch later. Just go.”

“No, no, I can— fuck!” You yell when the bowl of soup is accidentally knocked over, spilling over your jacket.

Levi silently offers you his handkerchief to clean yourself up. He starts using napkins to clean the table as well, before taking the coat he brought and giving it to you.

“Use this for now.”

You smile at him once again, taking your coat off and slipping on his as you stood up. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t flinch (or react for that matter) when you kiss his cheek before you left, only letting out a small hum of acknowledgement as you waved goodbye to your friends and made your way to the meeting.

Once you were out of view, Hange’s smile immediately drops in favor of too serious eyes as she starts interrogating Levi.

“Okay, cut the crap, Ackerman. How long have you—“

“Hange, no, we’ve talked about this.” Erwin tries to reason but his pleas fall on deaf ears as she continues.

“How long have you and Y/N been dating?”

Ah. So that’s what it was about.

Levi sighs and continues to chew on his bread. He unenthusiastically stares at the woman yelling at him, swallowing his meal before speaking, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: we’re not.”

“Bullshit!” She yells. “You guys are a disgusting old married couple who have two adopted children—“

“Dogs.” Levi corrects boredly, but just like everyone else at the table, he’s ignored as Hange continues her tirade.

“—have matching sweaters, do small bullshit for each other like paying for meals and lending your coats. And for god’s sake, they literally just kissed your cheek even though you hate human contact.”

She finishes her rant but Levi looks unphased. God, she wanted to punch his dumb and oblivious face so bad.

“Those are normal things normal friends do. I’m not surprised you wouldn’t know, four-eyes.” Says Levi, but Hange is unaffected and already used to his abrasive words.

Levi continues. “We don’t do anything beyond what’s considered friendship.”

Hange squints her eyes in suspicion. “Didn’t Y/N move into your apartment?”

“Yeah. Their landlord was shit.”

“Where I caught you having sex?”

“We’re fuck buddies and you don’t know how to knock.”

“But you introduced them to your mom as your fiancé?”

“I lied so she would stop bugging me about getting married.”

“You literally have a shared bank account and a shared retirement fund!”

“It’s easier to keep track of.”

“Damn it, Levi!”

Armin stares at the study guide in front of him, mind half processing the words and half... not. Quite frankly, he starts to wonder if the papers you’d given him were written in gibberish or some dead language no one spoke anymore.

You see him struggle to understand the sheet of paper in front of him, and sigh.

“Need a little help there, Armin?” You offer but he shakes his head. “I’m okay. I think I can understand this if I read through it more, it’s my friends I’m worried about.”

He glances beside him where the rest of his study group also stared the papers, each face painted with a unique mixture of confusion and dread.

You weren’t surprised, however. The readings for this module were quite complex, and the fact that your brightest students— Armin and Mikasa— were struggling with it made you feel a little bit hopeless for the rest of your class. Truth be told, even though you taught this topic countless of times, you weren’t entirely sure how to simplify it without leaving out too much information.

“Okay, how about this, we could—“ A soft knock interrupts your sentence, and you stare at the students in front of you to remember if you were expecting any more. It seemed like everyone was here, however, so you weren’t sure who was at the door.

“It’s me.” Came Levi’s voice, almost like he heard your inner monolgue.

“Come in!” You called out, focus shifting back to the paper in front of you as you heard the door open and close.

Okay, so I guess I could take this part and summarize it for them? Or would that still be too complicated? No, maybe I can—

“Ah, it’s that topic.” Levi mumurs, snapping you out of your thoughts. His face was directly next to yours as he stared intently at the papers you held. “No wonder you all look like you’re about to crap your pants.”

“Language, Levi. Not in front of the students.” You scold.

“They curse more than I do.”

“Still.”

He ignores your comment as he hands you a brown paper bag, pulling a chair out to sit next to you. He grabs the paper from your hands to look over the study guide you prepared, undoubtedly trying to figure out a way to simplify it as well.

“What’s this?” You ask, opening the paper bag.

“Bought you dinner.” He replies, eyes not leaving the paper in front of him. “I figured you’d forget again.”

As if on cue, your stomach suddenly starts feeling empty. It was impossible that you were hungry, though. You just had lunch. And after lunch you had some meetings to attend to, a couple classes, some last minute consultations, and— okay. Maybe it’d been a couple hours since lunch, but it couldn’t be that bad. A brief glance at the clock confirms that—

“Holy shit, it’s almost 8pm.”

“Language, Y/N. Not in front of the students.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Gladly.”

The students in front of you let out a loud groan, faces over exaggeratedly contorted in disgust at your and Levi’s conversation.

Levi glimpses up at them and raises his eyebrow in question, while you jokingly roll your eyes.

“Alright, I think we should continue our consultation another time.” You said, beginning to pack up your teaching materials as the students did the same. “It’s getting late and curfew’s at 8pm. I’d better not see any of you outside the dorms.”

You knew you would though. It’s Friday night, there’s a bar across the street, and they’re teenagers. What could possibly go wrong?

You turn to Levi and hand him the keys. “You go ahead to the car, I’ll finish packing up.”

“It’s alright, I’ll wait for you in the hallway.” Levi takes the car keys as he stands up, walking out the door once again and leaving you alone with your students.

As you began to arrange your papers and clear the table, you start to remind them, “Okay, so we can discuss chapters—“

“Are you and Professor Ackerman dating?” Eren asks curiously, earning a shove from Jean and a silent threat to shut up, dumbass.

You chuckle. “No, Eren. We’re not.”

He gives you a doubtful look, one which you only return with a curious face.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“You should date him— ow, what?!” He speaks, getting shoved by both Reiner and Jean this time before Mikasa pulls them off of him. You pause from your task.

“Okay, I’ll humor you. Why should I date him?”

The students share a look, daring each other to respond to your bold question. A few tense moments pass by and you smugly continue packing your papers. Yeah, you figured no one would—

“He’s nicer when he’s with you.” To your surprise, it was Mikasa who answers.

Unsure how to answer but still wanting to remain professional, you nod your head without looking up from your task. “Duly noted. Now go on, I know you have parties to attend to. I won’t hold you here much longer.”

The students laughed as they said their goodbyes; you held the door open for them until everyone was out before you left as well, shutting down the lights and locking the room once more.

A warm hand makes its way to the small of your back, and you smile.

“Hey.” Levi greets.

“Hey.” You repeat. “You read to go?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna share my dinner when we get back home?”

“...yeah.”

He takes the stack of paper from your arms, his free hand reaching out for your own. You walked down the hallway in relative silence, interlocked hands swinging slightly from every step.

From the opposite corner of the hallway, the students’ prying eyes observe the small interaction; the two professors remained completely unaware that they were being watched.

“Told you they were a thing.” Ymir gloats, and the group snickers as Reiner irritatedly hands her some money.

Something was wrong.

If there was one thing Erwin knew from the nearly two decade long friendship he shared with you and Levi, it was when something was wrong.

It didn’t go unnoticed to him when Levi didn’t open your side of the car door as he usually would when you arrived at the parking lot; when he made a beeline for his cubicle in the faculty instead of helping you get settled first; when you didn’t make a fresh pot of tea for him before classes started; when your small sweet gestures throughout the day were kept to a minimal; and most importantly, when neither you nor Levi wore your matching gold rings.

The faculty was nearly empty, save for himself, Hange, Moblit, and the two people who were having a lover’s quarrel. The entire day went by without seeing you two walk side by side like you usually would, and Erwin was pretty sure Levi’s permanent frown somehow got deeper.

Yeah. Something was horribly wrong.

“Pssst.” Erwin hears from the desk next to his. He turns around and is met with Hange and Moblit’s curious gazes.

“The hell happened to those two? Trouble in paradise?” Hange asks, eyeing Y/N and Levi’s grouchy faces and refusal to acknowledge each others’ existence as they each packed their things. She adds on, “Are they getting divorced?” Only to be reminded by Moblit that “They’re not dating.”

Erwin shrugs, answering Hange’s question. “No idea.”

Moblit chimes in, “I heard Petra tried asking Levi out yesterday and now Y/N is jealous.” 

She scoffs. “Y/N isn’t the jealous type. Besides, Petra’s part of the bet so that means she thinks they’re going to get together.”

“I’m part of the bet and I don’t think they’re going to get together.” Moblit points out. “And Petra stares at Levi the way Levi stares at Y/N.”

“Full of disdain and irritation?” Hange asks.

“No,” Erwin finally interjects. “Full of love and admiration.”

“Can the three of you creeps keep your mouths shut?” Hange, Erwin, and Moblit’s heads snapped to the direction of the voice, eyes meeting a pissed off Levi with a pissed off Y/N beside him. It seems like their hushed whispering wasn’t so hushed at all. 

“When you gossip about our private life the least you could do is wait until we’ve left the room.” You gritted.

“No, it wasn’t-” Hange tries to defend herself but is cut off by Levi, “We already heard you talking. Now out with it before I change my mind about letting this slide.”

The three guilty professors sigh, sharing a look before Erwin decides to come clean. “We’re concerned for you.” He starts. “You’ve been ignoring each other the entire day and whatever this fight is, it’s the worst one I’ve seen you have.”

You sigh. “Listen, it’s not that we don’t appreciate your concern, it’s just that-”

“-it’s just that it’s none of your goddamn business.” Levi interjects and you immediately glare at his rudeness. 

“Shut it, Levi. I don’t have time for your bull.”

“And I don’t have time for your petty lies.”

The three watched as you and Levi begin to quarrel, sharp words and irritated glares thrown around with each passing second. Your voices overlapped with each other as Erwin tried to make sense of what it was you were even fighting about, some words about betrayal in the highest degree and ruining a good thing and a relationship built on lies being the few words he understands. 

Finally, he has enough.

“Stop.” Erwin says loudly but firmly. The two of you pause from your bickering him and stare at him incredulously; he continues to speak, “We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re grown adults. I’m getting tired of playing mediator whenever you fight but if I have to do it again so you stop yelling, then I will.” 

He sighs. “Now what the hell are you two fighting about?”

“Y/N started it.” “Levi started it.” You say at the same time, and Erwin feels a headache coming but decides to ignore it.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The two of you stare at each other angrily, almost daring the other to back down. This goes on for a few seconds before Levi finally sighs and speaks.

“Y/N thinks lemon scented detergent is better than lavender scented detergent.”

Hange and Moblit snicker but quickly shut up when Erwin gives them a look. He wasn’t even surprised that a fight as small and menial as this would be the fight that tears his favorite power couple apart.

“It is and you know it.” You reply defiantly and Levi groans in frustration, hand holding his head in disbelief as he quietly mutters, “I can’t believe I’m marrying someone who thinks lemon is better than lavender.”

At that, Hange’s ears perk up. “You’re getting married?!” She screams, and the two of you look at her in confusion, fight suddenly forgotten.

“Yeah, next week.” You reply wearily. “We emailed you the invites.”

If Erwin thought your bickering was loud, then the squeal that Hange let out was nothing short of deafening as she suddenly lunges at the couple, forcing them into a group hug as she cheers, “I knew it! I fucking knew it! You are together.”

Levi scoffs. “Don’t be silly, it’s for tax purposes. Apparently the bank won’t approve the loan for our new house unless we’re legally wed; something about tax fraud.”

“House?” Moblit echoes. “Don’t you already live together?”

You nod. “Yeah, but we figured the kids-”

“Dogs.” Levi corrects.

“-deserve a yard to run around in. Our apartment’s getting too cramped for the four of us.”

“Don’t ruin this for me!” Hange yells. “I have a wedding to plan.”

Levi sighs. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, four-eyes. There isn’t going to be a ceremony. We’re going to a court house to get our marriage license approved. That’s it.”

“And we invited you and Erwin to be our witnesses.” You explained. “There isn’t going to be a celebration but we’re going to host a small dinner party for close friends and family.We’d greatly appreciate it if you can RSVP to the emails within the week so we know how much food to prepare.”

The three professors nod, each exchanging pleasant smiles. It wasn’t the wedding invite they were hoping to receive but it was still a wedding invite nonetheless, and they weren’t about to burst your bubble.

“Hold on a second,” Erwin mutters, suddenly remembering one detail. “Where are your rings?” He gestures to your ringless hands.

“We had them engraved with our initials. Makes things more believable.” Levi answers. “If you’re done with the dumb questions, we’ll go ahead now.” 

He doesn’t wait for them to answer as he holds your hand in his, walking you out of the faculty room and into the hallway as he pretends not to notice his friends giggling like teenagers at the information you just shared.

“So...” You start, giving him a warm smile as you squeezed his hand. “Do you think they’re catching on?”

Levi lets out a rare smile, eyes softening as he looks at you. “No. They’re too dumb to know we’re actually together. They’ll eat up whatever bullshit explanation we come up with.”

“Okay, but remind me again why we have to keep pretending like we’re not actually together and not actually getting married next week?”

He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles affectionately before placing his hand on the small of your back.

“Does it bother you that they don’t know?” He asks, and you hum as you think it through. “No. It’s actually really entertaining.” You laugh. “But why don’t you want them to know?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer to him. “That’s what they get for placing stupid bets.”

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[needydanger]

Red Wine | What Turns a Man On

18+ SMUT

pairing(s): levi ackermann x f!reader

content: 69′ing with captain levi

a/n: sorry for any grammar errors!  -scar <3

You held your fancy wine glass in an elegant manner; bringing it up to your lips. However, that classy facade fell short when you downed the entire glass as if it were water. The point of tonight was to mingle with Marleyan soldiers that were betraying their own country in favor of Eldian freedom. 

In your head, tonight was a competition to see who could get drunk the fastest. And you were in the lead by a major feat.

“Seriously, Y/n?”, Connie questions. You glare at him.

“What?”

His judgmental gaze turns into a dramatic pout, “Without me?!”

Soon; you, Connie, and Sasha were drunk. Your booming voices and annoying laughter caught the attention of everyone in the room. “Ah..who let the idiots have wine?”, Levi groans to Hange.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n this happy.”

You were lively. Mingling with everybody. You even got Jean and Eren into the mix. They became competitive with each other, and drank until Jean's face was on the table. “HA! Y/n, look! I won~”, Eren smiles at you.

You were the most fun anybody has had in ages.

It went too far, though, when you accidentally spilt red wine on Zeke’s white suit. “What the fuck?!”, he gasps. You look at the spreading stain on his pants with wide eyes. “I..I am so sorry!”

Zeke realizes it was you and softens. In a quick motion, you grab a napkin off a dinner table, dunk it in a glass of water, and attempt to wipe out the stain on his pants.

Zeke can’t help but just watch as you mindlessly rubbed away at his crotch. 

You knew a few things..

But social cues were not one of them. In sincere truth; you really were dense when it came to stuff like this.

But that didn’t matter when everyone is watching in shock.

You decide that the stain is never coming out and grab your wine glass, “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay.”, Zeke shrugs it off. You take note of the sly smile he had. You felt relieved. Maybe he wasn’t that upset about it after all.

You’re suddenly grabbed by the hair, and everyone watched as you are unfashionably escorted out of the room.

You’re thrown against a wall—immediately scolded.

“Do you have a death wish?”

The voice makes you look up with bambi eyes. “Captain?”

You stumble back when he approaches you and end up on your ass like an idiot. He grabs your hair again, “It was okay for you to drink, but to make Zeke hard like that in front of your comrades?”

His grip tightens and you wince, “Are you truly that dumb?” 

You shake your head profusely, “H-Hard? No he wasn’t!”

“Why do you think he was smiling like a kid in a candy shop?”

You yell, “How the hell am I supposed to know that would turn someone on?!”

Levi lets go of you and debates his next steps. He gets down to your level and uses his gloved hands to spread your legs wide open. Your dress barely covered over your underwear, and it made you blush intensely.

“W-What are you doing?!”

He takes the wine glass in your hand and splashes it in the same manner you did to Zeke. He takes his right glove off to reach for his handkerchief, and starts rubbing your inner thighs.

You immediately slap a hand on your mouth. His hand danced from your inner thighs to your pussy. Rubbing endlessly on your clit. 

“O-Okay! I get it now! You can stop, I’m sorry!! I won’t ever do that again.”, You grab ahold of his arm.

“Why, are you turned on?”, he asks condescendingly, pressing his middle finger slightly into you. The barrier of the napkin and your underwear saved you from any more embarrassment.

“Yes!”, you angrily blush. He scoffs and you almost regret telling him to stop. “If you need any more help knowing what turns a man on so you don’t embarrass yourself like that again, let me know. For now, just go home. You’re done for the night.”

Before Levi leaves your view completely, you wobble over to him. You grab a hold of his hand and ask, “I, uh..can you tell me what turns a man on?”

You’re now in Levi’s room.

On his bed, more specifically.

You’re sitting awkwardly on the edge and he’s in the chair across from you.

“Men can get hard from physical touch. Sexual or not. What you did was the perfect example.” You sink into your shoulders. Ugh. “However, there are some perverted men that can get hard at just the sight of something they find attractive.”

“So they get hard over everything, basically?”

Levi nods, “Depends who we’re talking about. Most of it is all in here.”, he taps on his head, “Thoughts are powerful. Get a man started on just one dirty thought, and their mind will run freely.”

You sigh into your palms, “Now I really feel like an idiot.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know”, he shrugs. 

Sexual Education wasn’t exactly a hot topic in Paradis. There was only 1 school where you grew up, and they taught you mostly about titans; how to kill them and how to survive. 

“What about you?”

“Hm?”, Levi looks up

“What turns you on?”

Silence. 

You feel a sweat bead ready to fall from your forehead. Did I mess up again?

“Why does that concern you?”

“Um, so I don’t make another mistake?” Goddamnit, Y/n. You can at least sound sure of yourself. 

“I already told you what turns me on.”

You blink. Eh? You think back to what he said merely minutes ago, and go through a process of elimination. Okay, well, Levi isn’t a pervert. Sure, he’s a man. But he won’t die without sex...

“Thoughts and touching?”

He nods. 

“Hm.”, you think. What else can he be into? Well, cleaning is one thing.. “Role play?”

His brow raises, “Elaborate.”

“Like..sexy maid outfits and making someone call you captain in bed.”

He tilts his head, “I never thought about that.”

You giggle nervously, “Haha, well. I guess I was wrong.”

There’s awkward silence in the room. Levi is looking at you stare at everything else in the room except for him. 

“What turns you on?”

You burn up, “Touch.”

“Anything specific?”

You look off to the side, “Hair pulling and..what you did earlier, I guess.”

When you turn to look at him, you’re met with his belt. “So, all those years that I’ve been pulling your hair..?”

You nod up to him, “It’s turned me on.”

He’s peering down on you with a clenched jaw. The way his eyes are literally boring into your soul makes you feel small. What exactly was going on in his head? How did it get to this point?

He breaks eye contact with you and just clenches his fists. Hm? You stare directly in front of you and see the bulge in his pants. Oh. 

“Captain.”

“Yes?”, he doesn’t look at you.

You take your hand and gently rub up and down his clothed cock. Levi snaps his neck to look down at you.

“Is this okay?”, you ask coyly. Those damned bambi eyes..

There was no more being clueless. You knew exactly what you were doing now. What you wanted, and what he wanted. 

Levi places his hands on the bed so he can kiss you. It’s slow and passionate.

His tongue got familiar with yours in ways that made you feel butterflies. So this is what it’s like to get excited by just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for breath. “Yes, it’s okay.”, he finally answers. You put your hand back on his cock. This time, unzipping his pants and rubbing him through his boxers. 

He lets you do whatever you want. 

You put your hand down his underwear and can’t believe how nice it feels. “You’re huge.”, you say honestly. His lips fall agape before he kisses you again. You loved to be dominated by him, but you still wanted to follow through with what you were going to do before. 

You roll over on top and push him back. He’s confused when you straddle him with your head facing his feet. It didn’t register in his head what you were about to do, until he felt your lips on the tip of his cock. 

He fists the sheets, getting filled to the brim with arousal. You kissed the tip, licked it, sucked on it, playfully tapped it against your tongue. You wanted to make him lose his mind. 

Levi is face to face with your open legs. You feel a tug on your underwear and cry out when his tongue on you. In you.

You pop off his dick with a moan. Was he seriously going to eat you out at the same time? “Don’t stop sucking until I cum.”, he orders you.

“Yes, Levi.”

He lands a solid smack on your right ass cheek. The sound that leaves your mouth is actually embarrassing. It’s a mix between a scream and a moan.

“Is that how you address your superior?”

You bite your lip, “S-Sorry, Captain.”

He smiles and kisses your clit, “That’s a good girl.”

The compliment is enough to have you deep throating his cock.

The position is a never ending cycle of stimulation. With his tongue working wonders on you, you can’t stop moaning on his dick. He returns that vibrating feeling back on your most sensitive areas—moaning into your pussy.

It’s enough to make you cum on his face.

You stop sucking on his cock so you can enjoy this euphoria. “Agh!! Fuck.”

He lets you ride on his tongue like a desperate whore. The aftershocks of your orgasm are toe-curling.

You collapse to the side and shakingly crawl back down to his legs. He watched as you put your mouth back on him, looking up into his eyes.

“Fuck, y/n.”, he grips onto your hair just how you said you like it, “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Again with the compliments. You’re now determined to make him cum like it’s your life purpose.

“Take it out of your mouth, I’m going to cum.”, he says softly.

Instead, you suck as hard and fast as you can. He moans in surprise, “S-Stop!”

You use your hands for the rest of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He pulls your head back so you’re looking up at him, “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum in your mouth!”

You give him the dirtiest look he’s ever seen. Your cheeks are red, you have tears brimming in your eyes from your orgasm before, and there’s saliva running down the corners of your mouth. Wow..

“Don’t worry. I’ll swallow it all, Captain.”

Soon, he’s spilling down your throat. “Jesus Christ, Y/n.”, he groans. You swallow every drop and don’t pull off until there’s nothing left. Once you both had a chance to collect yourselves, he kisses you.

Your eyes widened.

You can taste yourself on his tongue. And you’re sure he could taste himself too. It’s such a lewd feeling. Was it bad to like it this much?

You’re now both lying down against the pillows with the sheets over your body.

“Ah..I’m so tired.”, you sigh, giggling. 

“Go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you up in time for tomorrow.”, he pushes your hair back out of your face. 

“Okay.”, you reply softly.

[amysteriousmessenger]

The rfa + saeran sending nudes to mc

I got you anon!! I hope these are okay! <3 

RFA (+ Saeran and V) sending Reader nudes Headcanons (NSFW)

Yoosung Kim sending Reader nudes Headcanons

Yoosung has literally never taken a nude picture in his life, he gets embarrassed even at the thought of it. It’s not something he would really be into usually, but if you get him really in the mood and send him a couple of pictures first to make him feel more comfortable he might consider sending one or two.

He isn’t really sure what it is you want to see, and he definitely doesn’t feel like he can ask Zen or Seven what he’s supposed to do because they would literally never live it down. He’d also never survive the shame of asking in the first place. 

Yoosung is a little bit self-conscious of his body and doesn’t think particularly highly of himself, so the most you would probably get from him is a picture of his semi-erection bulge through his trousers, maybe with his hand slipping underneath. 

He’s not one for taking pictures of himself but he’s more than happy to see some of you, if you’re willing to send them. He can’t believe how lucky he is that he’s the one you chose to share these photographs with.

Zen/Hyun Ryu sending Reader nudes Headcanons

  Zen? The chance to share another selfie? He’s already on board. It always sits in the back of his mind that he worries the server will get hacked and that the pictures will leak and it could damage his career, but he has faith in Seven’s protection.

He doesn’t even need a reason to take them, he already has a bunch stored. He tries to keep them tasteful, so there’s never really any full cock action, it’ll be concealed with a towel or a well placed shampoo bottle. He has to make sure the lighting hits his body just right to show you all of his best muscles. He has a full length mirror in his bathroom, and by God, he’s going to make use of it. Most of his nudes are post-shower pictures because he thinks he looks particularly good when dripping wet. Well, he is dripping with good looks after all.

He’s also definitely one to get turned on by his own pictures, and his own moans too if you’re having phone sex together. He definitely prefers sending them whilst talking over the phone because he wants to hear your reaction to them and to hear you praising him.

If you wanted a fresh TM picture, you’d be most likely to get one of Zen pulling his grey sweatpants slightly down to reveal his abs, V-line and the top of his pubic hair. He’d also lift his t-shirt up so you could see his abs in the shadows. The lighting would be dark and he would just be lying in bed but*chef’s kiss* it’s still OnlyFans worthy. 

Jaehee Kang sending Reader nudes Headcanons

Jaehee has also never really been one for taking and sending pictures of herself. It makes her rather anxious and she doesn’t really think there’s anything special enough about her body to justify taking a picture of it. Like Zen, she would worry about the pictures somehow getting leaked and damaging her career, but reassures herself that there’s essentially zero chances of that happening and if they did, Seven would make sure that all evidence was destroyed. 

She’s always pleasantly surprised and extremely flustered to receive images from you, but she might need a little coaxing and reassurance in order to send one back.

She’d start simple, with nice pictures of her thighs, maybe her stomach with a little bit of her bra revealed whilst she worked up the confidence to send anything else. 

Even when she is more comfortable, Jaehee doesn’t really take her underwear off for these pictures. So, the most explicit you would get from her is her ass reflected in a mirror in some lingerie that she bought for the two of you to enjoy on her. 

Jumin Han sending Reader nudes Headcanons

As much as Jumin enjoys receiving explicit images from you, telling how much you want and need him, he rarely sends one back. He much prefers to call and hear your voice and tease you saying that you’d have to wait for him to come home before you can have him, and that you deserve a punishment for pulling something like this when he’s at work, especially when you know he has a meeting he’s supposed to be concentrating on right now.

On the occasion that you do get a picture back, it’s a blurry. Barely even visible. You wouldn’t even know it was a concealed erection otherwise. The majority of Jumin’s lewd pictures are of his bulge through his suit trousers, hidden under his desk. 

Whilst he would fuck you in his office, he’s not one for masturbating at work so he’d sooner send you a picture of his clothed erection and tell you what you have to look forward to the second he steps into the penthouse.

Besides, him ignoring his erection now is only going to make it feel even better later when he finally gets his hands on you.

Saeyoung Choi sending Reader nudes Headcanons 

Every time Seven gets a picture from you, he mutters a prayer and kisses his cross, asking forgiveness for the sins he is about to commit. 

Seven’s nudes still have Honey Butter chip crumbs on his trouser leg. Tasteful. Classy. 

He worries about one of the hackers chasing him somehow coming across yours and his nudes, so whilst he Cannot bear to part with your wonderful, blessed, gorgeous images, he’ll keep them on an encrypted floppy disk that only he knows how to gain access to. He is the only one that will ever get to see such photos of you.

He’ll send images similar to Zen, with his V line and pubic hair visible and his hand disappearing beneath his trousers, but the outline of his dick very much visible. 

He’s also very much someone that would want to call you so he could hear you as he was touching himself. Bonus points if you’re putting on a show for him on one of the cameras whilst you’re on the phone with him, because then he gets live action visuals. 

Sometimes he’ll wear his maid outfit and send you pictures of his ass, jut to keep it fresh and remind you that he does have a rather nice ass, if he does say so himself. 

When he’s jerking himself off, he’ll bite onto the hem of his t-shirt so he doesn’t cum on it and revealing his stomach and chest in the process, but it is Quite a few to see him finish on his abdomen, which he would probably send you a photo of before cleaning it up. 

Saeran Choi sending Reader nudes Headcanons (Unknown)

[The only alters I can see actually sending nudes would be Unknown and Suit Saeran, so I’m going to write this with Unknown in mind!]

Out of Saeran’s alters, Unknown is the flirtiest and probably the one who would actually send a nude first once it was established both parties were interested. He’d take the picture from below whilst he was lounging on a chair, so the phone has the upward angle and got to include all the Best TM aspects that he wanted in the picture. 

Unknown would bite at his shirt to reveal his abdomen and to show a devilish flash of a grin. The phone is set to an angel that it’s exactly what someone would see if they were on their knees in front of him, which was entirely intentional on his part.

The photo would cut off above the smile, and his free hand would be resting just next to his bulge, most definitely drawing attention to it. His legs are slightly spread and his tattoo is even more visible than usual.

It wouldn’t be a full nude, but definitely the outline of his cock pushing through the leather trousers and the caption, ‘I bet you want to see more, right?.’

If you sent him a picture back, don’t expect a lot of praise because the only thing you’re going to get back is a ‘heh, not bad’. That means he really liked it.

V/Jihyun Kim sending Reader nudes Headcanons 

V rarely sends his own nudes, but you know what he Would send? Your nudes. He would absolutely send you photographs of lewd polaroids that he had taken over the course of your relationship. To him, that was better than any pornography available and it was the only material that he had any interest in it.

He doesn’t really think he’s anything special or worth taking pictures of, but you on the other hand, he could take a picture of you every minute of every day and it would never be enough.

The closest you would get to a nude from V would be his silhouette looming over the bed that was covered in these pictures, the shadow of his hand over his crotch. 

It would have been creepy if anyone else was to do it, but V was your partner and you thought it was rather hot that he prized and worshipped  your images in such a way. He adored the way the expressions you made, the emotion, the purity and how good you were making one another feel in those photographs. 

[dreamescapeswriting]

Fake Fight ~ JJK [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.3K

GENRE: Non idol Au! Normal Jungkook boyfriend, hard smut, request

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Strong language, explicit content, teasing, dirty talk, domination, possessive Jungkook, jealousy, spanking, orgasm denial, choking, light slapping, squirting, degradation, safeword, after care, fluffy at the end.

No matter what happened between you and Jungkook during a fight the makeup sex after it was always the best. It was passionate, rough and honestly the best sex that either of you had had together so you would do anything to get it to happen again. The fights were normally pointless or really not a huge deal so it wasn't toxic whenever it happened. You both agreed that fighting over small things wasn't a huge deal to either of you. You would rather get the fight out of the way before it evolved into something major. Plus the sex always made up for 99% of it and it wasn't as though you said things to one another that would hurt each other. There were no accusations of cheating or calling one another names, or hitting one another. One fight, for example, was because you'd come home to see that he'd done nothing all day after promising to do something around the house. Both of you worked long hours so you shared the household chores between one another. Tonight was just like any other night, you were both going out on a Friday night to get a drink, cool down from the long work-week and cool off from the stresses of your jobs. Jungkook, as usual, was running late to meet you without a good reason so you decided to take advantage of this.

The club was relatively full since it was a Friday night so you had your choice of who you wanted to flirt with until Jungkook got there to see what was happening. Jealous Jungkook was always the best kind of Jungkook for you. You'd been needy all week since he'd been too busy with work to pay any real attention to you, and if this was going to be the only reason he came to you then so be it. Glancing over at the bar someone caught your eye he was 5''10 with curly blonde hair. He had this huge boxy smile on his face as he laughed at something the bartender was saying to him. Your head was so caught up in his smile you sort of got lost in your thoughts as you made your way over to him.

"Can I have a glass of pink Gin and lemonade please?" You questioned the bartender as you looked at his nametag,

"Sure thing," He nodded at Taehyung before going to make your drink.

"Thanks, Jimin," You always found that bartenders or waiters reacted better when you used their names. That was what their nametags were for.

Instead of flirting with Taehyung right away, you pretended as though you hadn't seen him. It was much easier to do it this way than to go right up to someone.

"Thanks," You whispered paying Jimin more than he needed for the drink and telling him to keep the change. That was when you turned on your heel and ''accidentally'' spilt the drink onto the floor in front of you, hitting the black classy tie-up heels you'd word that night. You'd paired them to go with the black satin wrap dress with a diagonal cut so it was shorter on one leg than the other. Black was Jungkook's favourite colour on you after all and you wanted to make him see what he'd been missing that week.

"You okay?" Taehyung reached out to take your wrist in his and you hissed at the spilt drink.

"My cousin's going to kill me, these are her shoes." You lied as you reached up for a napkin from the bar but Taehyung beat you to it and reached for the napkins instead.

"Sit, here," He pulled out a barstool and reached down to your shoes cleaning them off as he spoke to you.

"I'm Taehyung," You smiled at him sweetly as he introduced himself. He seemed sweet not to mention he was hot so he could have had anyone in the bar yet here you were setting him up to fail. You almost felt bad for him but it wasn't as if you were going to intentionally make him think there was something there. You just had to make it look like you were flirting when Jungkook walked in.

"Y/n, it's nice to meet a guy who appreciates shoes as much as me." You teased as he still continued to dry the shoe you were wearing which was already cleaned.

"O-Oh right! Sorry, I just- Your eyes-" You looked at him, tilting your head to the side confused by what he meant.

"They're really pretty," You could feel the back of your neck heating up as he paid you a compliment, you looked down at the floor with a small smile on your lips. Maybe you had to worry about him flirting with you and getting the wrong impression.

"Look Taehyung-"

"Sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I'm just not normally good with talking to people. I only came out because Jimin finishes early tonight. I don't normally do this kind of thing." You felt even worse than before but nothing was going to compare to how you would feel in a couple of seconds.

"Y/N!? What the fuck?!" The voice was so loud you could have sworn most of the club turned to look at Jungkook who was now standing in front of you. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a white button-up shirt on.

"Kookie what-"

"Who's this?!" He wasn't going to let you get a word out. The moment he'd walked into the club he saw you sitting with someone else. Someone else's hands on his girlfriend and that was all he needed to see red. That and the giant smile on both of your faces as you flirted with one another mindlessly. As though you had not a single care in the world for your boyfriend.

"Taehyung he was just helping me clean-" Again Jungkook wasn't going to let you finished. You could see how red in the face he was turning as Taehyung still had your foot in his hand so you slowly tugged it away.

"He was just touching my girlfriend," You could hear the growl in his voice so you jumped down from the stool and stood with your chest flat against Jungkook. Your hands resting on his upper arms as you tried to calm him down.

"Jungkook, look at me. He was helping me." You whispered in a calm manner, Jungkook glanced down at you before shaking his head and snapping his eyes back up to Taehyung.

"You think it's good to flirt with women who are taken!?" He was yelling once again and Taehyung looked terrified of what was happening in front of him. Jimin came back over to the side of the bar you were sitting on.

"Jungkook please-"

"No! This fucking good for nothing thinks he can flirt with you!" He pulled you by the elbow so you were standing behind him as he continued to yell out at Taehyung. As much as you felt bad for what was happening to Taehyung there was still that one part of you inside that was getting turned on by the thought of Jungkook taking this anger out on you.

"Sorry Jungkook...H-He was just so hot-"

"You are my girlfriend!" He was facing you now, Taehyung was sitting with Jimin both of them wide eyes as they watched you and Jungkook stared at one another.

"What will you do? Punish me?" That was when everything began to sink in for Jungkook, he licked the inside of his lip as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him.

"Is that what this is about?" He roughly pulled on your waist and squeezed you waiting for you to answer him but you stayed silent. Wanting more than just a squeeze from him and he knew that as well.

"You're not going to answer me, baby?" You stared into his eyes, staring him down and he tuts at you before grabbing a fistful of your hair and tilting your head up.

"Is this what the little slut wants?" You nodded as much as you could with your hair in his hands and he smirked at you. His eyes cloudling over darkly as he leans down his lips just above yours as he teased you with the temptation of kissing him. But you weren't allowed to. He had to be the one to kiss you, those were his rules.

"Good little kitten," He chuckled right before smashing his own lips against yours, biting down on your lip causing you to whine out and part your lips for him.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung whispered to Jimin as you and Jungkook walked out of the club together as if nothing had happened.

"What makes you think you even deserve my dick tonight?" Jungkook questioned as he slammed you chest first into the wall. His hands ripping open the satin dress you were wearing to reveal you were naked underneath.

"Shit princess, your punishment is getting worse with each passing second," He slapped your bare ass harshly and you hissed. Bucking your hips into the wall as you heard Jungkook chuckle to himself.

"What happened to my slutty little girl out there? She's suddenly shying away?" You turned around to face him ready to come back at him with a comment but instead, you received a harsh slap across your right breast making you whimper out in pleasure as he touched you again.

"Were you trying to say something?" He asked softly as he reached up to cup your face, the mood swings would be enough to knock someone off their feet but you knew what he was doing, you'd agreed to this when you started your sex life together. There were rules and safe words so that neither of you would go too far.

"Green," You whispered to him as you knew he was checking to see where you were with all of this. The small touches of his hands on your face were his way of checking without ruining the high for you. With the confirmation he needed he gripped you by the wrist and began walking you up the staircase.

"Such a dirty whore! Dressing up and getting naked for anyone to see?" He shoved you face down on the bed and slapped you across the ass again, this time you kept the hiss back as you knew he hated when you didn't respond to him and you wanted him to be hard on you this time around.

"What makes you think I should even waste time on punishing you huh?" He was laying on top of you, his hand at your core and as ran the pads of his fingers through your folds.

"Your cunt is already dripping wet for me," He whispered in your ear before biting down roughly so you smirked at him,

"What makes you think I'm wet for you?" This earnt you a slap on the pussy making you scream out into the bedsheets, he smirked. Thankful that he'd used soundproof pads on the walls around the room so the neighbours wouldn't accidentally think he was murdering you.

"Who's it for then? That boy that wouldn't be able to make you feel the things I do?" He questioned forcing you to lay on your back and look up at him. You nodded at him and he grabbed you by the throat, softly applying a little pressure as he stared into your eyes.

"H-He can make me just as wet." He knew what you were doing but it didn't stop the anger boiling up inside of him so he applied more pressure and ground down against you. The fabric of his jeans making you moan out in surprise,

"You wanna ride my thigh princess?" He repeated the same action as before, pushing his thigh against your core as he moved it slowly and you moaned out again.

"Dirty little bitch, you'll hump anything like a real bitch in heat." He chuckled deeply before letting go of your neck and sitting on the bed. He stared at you as you stood up and held your neck,

"Ride." He ordered as he watched you stare at him, this was something you'd never tried before but from the feeling of before you wanted to experience it before.

Placing your legs either side of his thigh you straddled him slowly and bit your lip,

"W-What now?" He chuckled at how innocent you were acting and so he reached down to rub your clit softly.

"Ride it," He whispered as he locked his eyes with yours. You were already moaning out at the sudden contact from his thumb so you began bucking your hips up and down as if you were riding him instead of his thigh. The denim was making you whine out as it rubbed you in all the right ways, combined with Jungkook's fingers on your clit.

"Good girl, humping my leg like this." He chuckled darkly as you continued to pick up the pace of your hips. Whimpering and whining whenever you reached a certain spot that made your eyes roll back. It wasn't enough to make you cum the way he did but it was enough to make you cum.

"Feels so-so- good." You giggled excitedly, a smile appearing on your lips as you felt the familiar build-up of your orgasm approaching you. But once Jungkook saw that smile he waited until he knew you were about to cum and pulled you up from his lap, slapping you hard across the ass while chuckling at your whimpering state.

"Look at the mess you made on my pants, princess." His tone was condescending as he looked down at you, shaking his head at you before moving closer to you and pulled you so his mouth was against your ear.

"You're fucking mine! Do you understand that?!" He barked as he pushed you down onto all fours beside the bed, slapping you across the ass so hard it sent a tingle through the palm of his hand.

"Yes!" You screamed out, digging your nails into the carpet as you closed your eyes. Ignoring the tears that were building up in the corners of your eyes. This was nothing compared to what you and Jungkook had done before but after not touching you for so long and only coming at you roughly. You felt bad for it.

"Dirty little slut needs fucking back into her place doesn't she?" He chuckled as you nodded at him, looking over your shoulder at him as he began unbuckling his trousers.

"Face forward. I don't want to see your face." A whimper left your throat as your head went back down to facing the floor as you heard his belt hit the floor.

"See, you can be such a good girl when you want to be." He tutted, running his fingers up and down your folds as he watched you.

"Why can't you be this obedient all the time?" As he finished his questioned he pushed two fingers into you making your moan out in surprise, gripping onto the carpet at the sudden contact.

"J-Junkook." You whispered out in bliss as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you quickly. Curling them up whenever he hit that one spot that made you see stars.

"Good girl, moan out my name louder." He chuckled moving his fingers faster.

"Jungkook!" You yelled out and that was when he slapped your clit with his palm again,

"Louder." He growled out in your ear, bent over you as he continued to push his fingers in and out of you roughly.

"S-Shit!" You whimpered as your legs began to shake, your orgasm building up once again as you clenched around his digits.

"JUNGKOOK!" You yelled out as your hips bucked back trying to chase your orgasm but as soon as you bucked Jungkook ripped his hand away from you.

"Bad girls don't get to cum," He slapped you with his hand before pushing his two fingers into your mouth.

"Clean them." You nodded at him, swirling your tongue around his two fingers. Sucking them clean as you locked your eyes on Jungkook's.

"Good girl, on your knees, mouth open." Following along to what he was saying you sat back on your knees and opened your mouth. He smirked taking his cock from his boxers and tapped the tip on your tongue.

"Get me ready, princess," You knew what he was going to do, he was going to fuck your throat for talking back to him at the club not that you were going to complain. You licked from base to tip, dragging your tongue along the veins as you glanced up at Jungkook.

"Just like that, good girl." He whispered out in pleasure, rolling his head back as you continued to coat him in your saliva.

"Do you remember the taps?" He questioned as he grabbed you by a fistful of hair, looking down at you and waiting before he went on with everything.

"Two taps is a warning, three taps is to slow down and four is to stop." Once he heard you tell him he pushed himself into your mouth going slow at first until he began to build up his courage. That was when he began to piston his hips into your mouth, making you gag around the girth of his cock as you tried to fight back the tears threatening to spill out.

"My pretty little fuck doll, hmm? All pent up. Is this what you wanted tonight? A good fucking?" He slapped you softly across the cheek making you droll around him as you looked up at him. He continued to fuck into your mouth, pulling out for a couple of seconds so you could catch your breath. Droll and precum rolling down your chin as you looked up at him, panting heavily.

"So fucking hot." He grunted, getting caught up in the sight of seeing you fucked out. He thrust back into your mouth and closed his eyes tightly as he continued bucking into your mouth. Your throat contracting around the head of his cock whenever he hit too far.

"F-Fuck baby! Just like this, good girl." You moaned around him at the nickname and he chuckled picking up the pace of his hips suddenly.

Your eyes widened as he continued fucking into your throat when he normally would stop every couple of seconds to let you breathe.

"Taking me so fucking well, good little slut." You cried out around him not wanting to stop but you knew you had to. He pulled off as you struggled to catch your breath,

"You'll only breathe when I want you to." You began pumping him in your hands to try and grab more air but he pulled you off him and pushed himself back into your mouth. You gagged around him but he continued thrusting into you, chuckling as you tapped one on his leg. He knew that wasn't the warning and so did you. He moaned out in pleasure as he threw his head back fucking roughly into your throat.

Four taps later and Jungkook was away from you, his release on your hair gone as he knelt down in front of you to check you were okay. His expression was still hard as he wasn't going to break out of character.

"Don't cry baby," He winked at you, wiping away the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. He leant forward, kissing you on the forehead gently.

"You've been so good, what do you want me to do?" Your throat felt as though it was on fire but you kissed him roughly.

"F-Fuck me, I need you." He wasted no time in taking you over to the bed and laying you faced down on the bed. He squeezed your ass cheeks in his hands, massaging them to soothe them from his slaps before he spread them apart. The cold air hit your slicked cunt making you whimper out in surprise.

"You wanna cum on my cock baby?" Jungkook lined himself up at your entrance, running his tip between your wet folds,

"Y-yes." You moaned into the bed and he chuckled, plunging into you from behind with your legs together. The sudden deepness of his cock made you yelp out and he smirked,

"Such a snug tight little cunt." He grunted, slowly thrusting into you with a rough hit whenever he reached your hilt. Your hands stretched out to the sides of the beds, gripping onto the sheets as you cried out his name loudly into them.

Your whole body felt as though it was on fire as Jungkook's hands roamed freely over your body. Slapping you across the ass as he began to pick up his thrusts. Pistoning in and out of you rapidly as he could feel his own orgasm building up inside of him.

"Will you be a good girl from now on?!" He questioned looking down at you as he continued to bury himself deep inside of you. You were so lost in the clouds you'd barely remembered to speak back to him,

"Y-Yes! I'll be such a good girl," You whined out as you squirmed beneath him, your hips automatically bucking as he hit into that spot that made blood rush to your head and had your toes curling.

"Look at you squirming all ready for my hot cum," He twitched inside of you and you giggled knowing he was close, you clenched around him as he thrust into you, spreading your legs wider this time.

"Fuck you feel so good around me." He moaned out into your neck, kissing up and down the skin before biting and sucking into the base of your neck.

"You're only a good girl for my cock, aren't you?!" He slapped you across the ass again ramming into you as he grunting.

"Jungkook! C-Close." You warned him as he continued to fuck into you, spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were making him whenever he pulled out of you.

"Cum for me princess, squeeze me and milk me dry. Go on. Work for my cum." He commanded so you did, you whimpered out as he continued to slam into you, his skin slapping into yours as your eyes rolled back.

"S-Shit!" You whimpered as you clenched around him, your orgasm ripping through you as he continued to fuck you through it making it last longer. You gasped out as he continued to fuck into you, his hands repeatedly slapping against your ass as you cried out his name.

"Jungkook!" You screamed, gripping onto the sheets as he slammed into you. Your ass rose from the bed and you were on your hands and knees as you tried to move away from him but your body was fighting back. Your entire body was fighting for him to keep going, ignoring the intensity of it.

"Fuck baby, beg for my cum. Go on," A rough slap hit your ass cheek and you let out a pathetic squeak in response to him. Cumming again only this time you screamed out loudly, ripping the sheets beneath you as he slammed into you. Filling you up as you gushed around him, your juices hitting the sheets and the floor as you squirted around his cock. The euphoria of your orgasm left your body instantly and you began to whimper and cry,

"Red! RED!" You screamed out as your body began to convulse. You were shaking uncontrollably and Jungkook ripped out of you instantly, letting you sink into the mattress as you shook. Wrapping a warm blanket around you and pulling you into his arms.

"I'm here, right here. Breathe baby. Breathe." He whispered in your ear as you continued to shake in his arms. Whimpering as you came down from the intense orgasm, shaking against his touch.

"Do you need anything? Water? Hot water bottle?" You closed your eyes listening to his rapid heartbeat to calm you down. As you tried to speak you realised you couldn't so you just pointed at the nightstand. Jungkook stretched for the bottle he kept on the nightstand and you started to chug it.

"Easy," He soothed and you slowly began taking sips from it, sitting up straight as you looked at him. Your head still felt as though it was spinning and he sighed, he was disappointed in himself for taking it to the point where you screamed your safeword.

"You were such a good girl, did so well." He praised you as you laid your head on his shoulder. Watching the way his chest slowly raised and fell again to calm your own breathing down.

"That was a big one, I'm proud you got through it." He kissed the top of your head again and you whined out in disgust.

"What princess?" You looked down at the sheets below you to see them covered in him cum and you felt your body heat up.

"I'll change the sheets once I get you in a hot bath and get some hot tea down your throat." He whispered as he made you look back at him kissing your lips softly.

"You feeling up to speaking yet?" He questioned as you looked up at him, your head finally returning to the ground.

"Y-Yeah," Your voice was hoarse but you finally felt as though you could speak again so you smiled at him softly and laid your head on him.

"C-Can I have some chocolate?" He nodded at you,

"I'll make you a hot meal first though darling, and then you can have all the chocolate in the world." You smiled weakly and Jungkook lifted you up into his arms, carrying you off towards the bathroom not leaving you alone for even a second. 

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play nice. (a little blurb)

pairing: nate jacobs x oc

warnings: a little smutty

note: first time publishing anything that i’ve written so i’m nervous af. this little blurb came from a little fic that i’ve been fiddling with. hope you enjoy.

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They say that Chris McKay’s parties were always the biggest and baddest parties, especially the one signalling the end of summer. 

They also say that it was tradition for everyone to attend.

Well, she didn’t want to start off her first year at the new school by breaking tradition.

She had her reservations about having to start over in senior year but what could she do? She was still under her parents’s control but she swore to herself that once she was finished with school, she’d pack up her things and head back to the city, back to everything that she knew and loved. 

For now, she decided to have some fun and this party seemed to be the first step.

The rumors were true-- this party was massive and wild, just as wild as the parties she attended in her old hometown. As soon as she entered the place, she was ushered into the kitchen by a bunch of strangers-- just kids who wanted everyone to have a good time. She downed the shots that were handed to her. Some of the guys tried to coax her into hanging out with them but she brushed them off with a laugh. One in particular, named Daniel would not stop. His hands were all over her. 

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging with blue balls.”

She smirked at him, grabbing the bottle from the table. She was ready to move on from him-- what a drip. 

“At least you got your right hand to keep you company.”

She slipped away from him, taking a swig of vodka. She observed her new surroundings, the new people that she would soon attend classes with. No one noticed her. They were too involved in their own little world of drugs, alcohol and sex. Already she could see a number of hands down pants, tongues in each other’s mouths only to take a break to consume some more alcohol. She saw a number of people hand in hand and going upstairs, downstairs, outside and into other rooms. 

It was like she never left home.

She turned a corner, bumping into people as she tried to squeeze through. Going down this route led her to another guy practically devouring another girl’s face. He was a massively tall guy-- was he part tree or something? Chiseled jawline, muscles in all the right places. His hands were all over the girl, sliding down to her ass as she finally pried her lips off his and started to kiss his neck. 

She caught his eyes on her, a smirk on his face. He winked.

She felt a little bit of heat forming in the pit of her stomach. He was definitely attractive and she could tell with the look on his face that he knew that about himself. She liked confidence in a guy. She wouldn’t mind having him in her bed for a night. 

She winked back with a smirk of her own. But she went outside, not really wanting to have a reputation of a pervert that likes watching other people get down and dirty.

Another swig of her bottle and her vision was starting to blur. But she managed to make out the big swimming pool, the pool lights lighting up the water and in the pool were a blonde guy and a girl that they were calling Maddy. And by the looks and sounds of it, they were having the greatest time in the pool.

“Ohhhh man, Nate’s not going to be happy about this.”

“Didn’t they JUST break up?”

“It’s like the millionth time.”

Smells toxic to me, she thought to herself.

“Jesus, she’s so fucking hot, Tyler is so fucking lucky to be fucking her like this.”

“Lucky?? Nate’s gonna murder him.”

“At least he’d die a happy man.”

She snorted, watching Maddy fuck the guy in the pool before averting her eyes. She didn’t know Maddy, this Nate guy and their relationship but it was clear that they were not good for each other. It was also clear that they broke up and made up quite often. But she had to hand it to Maddy- she knew exactly how to mess with a guy and fuck with his head. 

Fucking another guy in the pool at the same party that her ex-boyfriend was attending would do exactly that.

There was a low rumble from the crowd and she looked towards the direction with a bit of an amused grin on her face. The guy that she had thought to have some tree DNA had come outside to bear witness to his ex-girlfriend’s antics. She could see the rage slowly building up from within, his brows furrowed deeply and the jealousy in his eyes. His hand held his cup tight while the other turned into a fist.

She guessed that this was Nate Jacobs. 

“Yeah, that’s real classy, you fucking whore,” he spat out maliciously.

Maddy and the guy stopped their pool sex session and Maddy had a shitfaced grin on her face. Her eyes cried out, “WINNER!” as she looked up at her angry ex-boyfriend. 

“Suck my DICK.”

With a snarl, Nate threw down his cup and turned back around. She tried to get out of his way but he ended up shoulder-checking her as he made his way back inside. He didn’t even bother to look at who he had knocked into. He kept walking, his temper rising with every step he took.

Any sort of attraction she had towards him disappeared. “Prick,” she muttered.

Her stomach decided to grumble. She knew the alcohol was doing its work when she had the munchies. She decided to head back inside and maybe find something to snack on. The kitchen wasn’t too crowded this time and that guy Daniel was nowhere to be seen. She poked and peeked into each cabinet and drawer, in hopes to find something to eat, even something small. What kind of party didn’t have anything to munch on?

There was a loud crash and the sounds of glass shattering right behind her and she almost shit herself. Turning around, she found Nate in a fit of fury, slamming down the bottle and pushing off all the shot glasses and beer cans from the kitchen counter. He turned around to punch the cabinet door, screaming at everyone to get out.

“Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!” he snarled.

She remained where she was. He hadn’t seen her and maybe she would go unnoticed. In the bright light of the kitchen, she realized exactly how tall he was and how red his face had gotten due to his fit of rage. His chest was heaving hard. She could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. He leaned back against the counter, closing his eyes to get himself back under control.

She turned back around, quietly rummaging through the cabinet. She spotted a bag of chips in the far back and grabbed it. She opened it up and started munching. God, the potato chips tasted so good in her mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She nearly jumped at the low growl in her ear and she turned around to find herself face to face with Nate Jacobs.

So much for going unnoticed.

“I’m eating,” she answered nonchalantly. She held the bag up to him. “Want some?”

She knew she shouldn’t poke at the bear like this but she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t afraid of confrontation. Even if it was against someone as tall and muscular as Nate Jacobs.

She watched his eyes darken. She knew what was going on in his head. Even without knowing him, she knew who he was. Judging by the whispers and comments that the others had made about him, Nate Jacobs was The Guy of this town. He was the popular, big time, and she assumed by his build, jock king of East Highland. Therefore, everyone else were his peasants. He was used to this social hierarchy. Everyone should be bowing down to him, including her.

But she wasn’t going to do that for him, even if she found him to be insanely attractive.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said get the fuck out,” he repeated.

“Yeah well, I’m hungry and it’s pretty loud out there. So I think I’ll hang out in the kitchen for a little bit longer, thanks.”

Nate’s face contorted just a little, in a bit of surprise. “You’re not scared of me?”

She laughed in his face. “Why should I be? I’ve seen and met a lot worse.”

She took a step back, her lower back hitting the counter top edge when Nate stepped forward, closing the space between them. He bent over just a little, his eyes roaming over her body and then her face. They seemed to be searching for something, probably searching for the reason why she was not scared of him, like the rest of them.

“You’re the new girl that people have been talking about at this party,” he simply stated, with no anger or annoyance in his voice this time.

“That’d be me,” She said, continuing to munch on chips.

She watched his tongue slip out from his mouth, licking his bottom lip. “How about you and I get to know each other? It’s tough starting over in a new place. You’re going to need a new friend. I can be that for you, you know,” he murmured, his face inching closer to hers.

“Is that right?” she asked, amused by his sudden change in mood.

The way guys changed tactics and moods when their dicks were hard. Amazing, really.

She tossed the bag of chips aside, making a big show of licking her fingers clean in front of him. She licked her fingers slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. His face was so close to hers that she could see his eyes grow wide with pleasure. She couldn’t help but smirk when she slid her finger in deeper, when she could hear him panting at the sight of it. She knew he was just picturing her pretty red lips wrapped around his cock.

She loved fucking with men like this. It was their one true weakness.

She was going to take full advantage of that.

“Yeah.. yeah, that’s right, baby,” he said softly, his lips curling upwards.

“Oh… I don’t know, Nate,” she said with a loud sigh. “All boys say that, you know? But they’re all bark and no bite.”

“You just haven’t met me yet, I’m not just any guy.” He dipped his face into the crook of her neck and she let him. She tilted her head back just a little bit, why not have a little pleasure for herself? Besides, he was very good at this. Her body was naturally heating up at his touch, especially right between her legs. His lips trailed up to her earlobe, nibbling her earlobe before speaking again. “Oh I’ll bite.”

“I bite too,” she said, pushing his face away with a laugh. “I don’t think you’d be able to handle it.”

“I think it might be the other way around,” he fired back, taking her hand and placing it right at his crotch. 

If this was the reason why Maddy kept going back to him, well she wasn’t going to judge her too quick. He was a big boy in more ways than one.

She hadn’t expected that. Nor did she expect her underwear to become soaked.

When she looked back up at Nate, she saw the triumphant smile on his face. He knew the effect that he had on him. 

Well, two can play that game.

“I think it’s you that won’t be able to handle me, baby,” he whispered, bringing his face close to hers once more, trying to kiss her but she pulled her head back.

She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with very round and innocent eyes. “Oh, is that right?” Her lips turned into a sexy smirk when his eyelids fluttered and his jaw dropped open as she cupped him tight through his jeans.

“Oh fuck-,” he gasped.

She watched his eyes close tight, enjoying the feel of her warm hand rubbing and squeezing him. He had both hands on either side of her, gripping the counter top. She knew every drop of blood was flooding to his dick right now. His cock was rock hard for her. He wasn’t going to be able to form a complete sentence.

“You still sure I won’t be able to handle you? Or are you gonna change your mind?” she asked as she moved her hand faster.

Nate groaned louder at the sudden change in speed. He leaned forward and she pressed her forehead against his, watching all the pleasure wash over his face. “Fuck, I-I… I change my mind, fuck baby…” He managed to open his eyes, panting hard. “There’s a room upstairs, come with me.”

“Come with you? Upstairs? So I can get down on my knees and suck your fat cock?” she teased, squeezing him a little harder. His big body shuddered and she decided to keep putting these images into his mind. “Bet you’d like that, hm? You’d like watching your cock disappear in my mouth, hm?” A chill went down her spine at the thought of looking up at this guy while she was on her knees. It probably wouldn’t be a bad sight to see.

“FUCK YES, oh baby, please,” he begged with a growl, his entire body trembling. His hands gripped her hips tight, pulling her closer but she wouldn’t let him kiss her. Not yet. “God, I need to fuck you so bad.”

She had him by the balls now. Literally.

“Let’s go then,” she whispered into his ear, letting out a breathy moan to tantalize him even more, giving him a preview of what was to come.

In an instant, he took her by the hand and all but dragged her out of the kitchen. The sea of people parted for him and everyone whispered and pointed their fingers. She smiled at everyone and when they made it to the stairs, she pulled her hand away and headed towards the front door.

“HEY!” Nate grabbed her hand again. “Where are you going?”

“Home. Where are you going?” she feigned confusion.

“But you said-,”

She laughed, pulling her hand out of his grip once more. “Did you really think I’d fuck you?”

“Y-you-,”

“Enjoy the rest of the party, baby!”

Slamming the door on his shocked face, she laughed and started running. The adrenaline from teasing the shit out of Nate had her sprinting down the street. She could probably do a full marathon tonight if she wanted to.

She loved teasing guys like him. Teasing and riling them, playing around with them. Getting their hopes and dicks up, making them think that they were going to get it in with her. Acting like she wanted them to pound her straight into the bed, only to pull back and deny them. Leaving them with only their right hand to keep them company. Making them realize that they weren’t shit, that they were losers, that they were nothing. Doing this got her more horny than an actual guy ever could.

It’s a shame that he was such a prick. She wouldn’t have mind having him pound the shit out of her with that big dick of his. She bet that he was all kinds of fun in the bedroom. But now he was going to be left alone with blue balls and his right hand, just like that other kid Daniel.

And that’s what you get for being an asshole, she thought with a proud grin.