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randxmthxughts · 2 years

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Neteyam x Ta'unui ! Female! Y/N (water clan that was attacked by Quaritch) fic bits

upd: full fic is posted

I am currently writing a long ass fic but because I'm impatient, I want to share a few spicy bits with you. I will be posting the full fic in the upcoming few days, so lmk if you want to be added to the taglist.

For the context, the reader is the younger sister of Tsahik at the Ta'unui clan. It's the clan that the Quaritch attacks looking for Jake. In the movies, thanks to Spider, they avoid casualties, but in this fic, everything happens way more brutally: many Na'vi get killed, and basically the whole village burns down. Y/N escapes before she gets killed, and seeks refuge at the Awa’atlu village, where the Sully's happened to be.

Knowing that the only reason sky demons attacked her village was Jake Sully, Y/N develops hatred towards him. She thinks he's a coward for hiding and causing so much damage to the innocent clans.

Now, at Awa’atlu, she starts to develop relationships with the Sully kids before she finds out that their father is the Jake Sully. Things get complicated, because her and Neteyam truly start seeing each other as enemies. Of course, there's lots of drama bc he protects his father, blah blah, you get it. But hatred is a form of love, and well, I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so

Tropes: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers

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“What do you want?” you ask, squinting to make out his features. His eyes and freckles glow in the dark and you notice the slightest flatter of his ears. Like he’s excited.

“It’s Neteyam,” he gestures.

“I know,” you’re annoyed. You know who he is, does he think you can’t see him?

“Oh,” it surprises him? “Right, I just didn’t want to scare you, so I…”

“Shouldn’t you be checking on your brother anyway?”

“Technically, I can’t do anything except wait. When it gets suspiciously long, then I follow him,” he smirks like it’s the funniest thing.

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“Sorry if we woke you up,” he scratches his head, “I was going to check on you anyway, just not at this hour.”

“Why would you check on me?” you frown.

“I thought you might like someone to talk to you, about moving and stuff.”

“I talk to Tsireya, I’m fine.”

“I know, she’s nice,” Neteyam crouches down, to bring himself on your eye level. He sighs, slightly embarrassed, “But she thought it would be a good idea for me to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“I get what you’re going through.”

This frustrates you. You and he had nothing in common. You were forced out of your home; you had given up everything without a choice. How can he relate to you? He has his family. You have no one.

“Just because we’re both outlanders doesn’t mean that you have to pretend to be like me, Neteyam. We’re not the same,” it comes out more aggressive than you intended. You notice his ears lower, along with his gaze, “I don’t need a forest boy teaching me the way of water. You’re not my savior.”

Neteyam’s face gets quickly covered with guilt. It’s like you hit a cord with your last words. He didn’t mean to offend you.

“Not trying to be a savior, just a friend,” he mumbles, standing up.

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“What do they want? The islands?” Ao'nung asks.

“They’re looking for him, they think that he’s hiding in another clan,” you answer, noticing how everyone’s ears perk up.

“Who are you talking about? Who’s he?” Lo’ak suddenly gets suspicious.

“Jake Sully,” you reply, “I’m not sure what he did to them, but they were set on killing him. And killing anyone who’s protecting him,” you add with anger in your voice.

You’re met with a dead silence, like they know something they’re not telling you. The foresters hang their heads, and you notice as Tsireya touches Lo’ak's hand.

“Wait, so they’re looking for your dad?” Roxto turns to Kiri, “They’re looking for you.”

“Your dad?” you turn to Kiri, “Is he your dad?”

Kiri nods, almost ashamed. You feel your throat hurting, as realization washes over you.

“It’s your dad!” you feel anger building up. You stand up, “They set my village on fire because of him! They thought we were hiding him but he was here all this time!”

“Y/N, it’s not anyone’s fault but the demons’,” Tsireya stands up too, trying to calm you down, “He wanted to keep his family safe, he doesn’t want war.”

“My father has done nothing wrong,” Neteyam stands up as well, his tone now serious.

“He should be facing them by himself, not putting other clans at risk!” you throw your hands in the air in frustration.

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“That’s unfair, I’m not losing my dad,” he growls.

“I lost my home!”

The two of you hiss at each other, and as you struggle to free your arms, he flips you over. Your back hits the sand with a painful ache but it gives you enough room to kick him with your leg. Right in the stomach. Neteyam winces in pain, but pins you down, this time paying special attention to have your knees locked together.

“Skxawng,” you growl.

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“Why aren’t you angry at me?” you turn to Lo'ak.

“Why aren’t you?” he asks in return, “You’re angry at Neteyam but not at me.”

You pause. You’re not really sure why Lo’ak joining you didn’t affect you, as much as Neteyam’s presence did. Maybe it’s because Lo’ak seemed guilty earlier. He didn’t stand up for his dad, so there must be something both of you can agree on.

“I don’t like when people pretend to care. Because once something threatens their peace, they really show how they don’t give a shit about you.”

“Neteyam doesn’t pretend about caring,” Lo’ak disagrees, “Sure, he pretends all the time but not when it comes to caring. He cares.”

“Not about me anyway,” you scoff.

Lo’ak falls silent. You got him there.

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Distracted, you fall a little behind the group, and find yourself next to Neteyam. He was not a bad swimmer, but he was definitely slow compared to you.

You watch him. It’s almost entertaining how greedily he admires the surroundings, oblivious to your presence. His yellow eyes seem almost golden in this light, and you can’t help but smile.

When his eyes meet yours, you feel tightness in your throat, and your smile falls. Why is he staring? What is he thinking?

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“Dad?” Neteyam’s voice grabs both of your attention. He leans against the entrance of the marui, looking between the two of you.

“I’ll be right there,” Jake says, standing up, “Do you want to join, Y/N?”

You nod in appreciation and follow him into the room. You exchange another look with Neteyam but this time he looks troubled. Like he’s trying to figure out what the hell you and his father were talking about.

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Bang. All of a sudden someone throws you off your feet, your back hitting the ground, and you see a familiar face hang above you. So close, you can feel his braids touching your skin. Neteyam. You growl.

“What the hell?” you slap his chest angrily, but he won’t budge. His arms are by your both sides, knee rests between your thighs, restricting your movement.

“This is a familiar pose,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes at him, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I was trying to clear my head. Why aren’t you?”

“I’m guarding,” he smiles.

“You’re a guardian?” you snort.

Neteyam shakes his head amused, swaying his braids over your skin.

___

His fingers start tickling your stomach and your neck. You squirm underneath him, trying to get away.

“Neteyam, stop!” you squeak through your giggling.

“Then say you’re sorry!” he pauses for a second, to give you a chance to save yourself.

“Why would I lie?” your voice catches in your throat, as he continues tickling you, “I’m sorry! I give up!”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for not telling you sooner!”

“And who am I?”

You feel out of breath, smiling like a fool. You know exactly what he wants to hear.

“The mighty warrior,” you let out with a giggle. His face immediately lightens up.

“Smart girl,” he lowers his face towards you, nuzzling your forehead.

“You called me stupid two seconds ago,” you try to protest but he shuts you up with a gentle kiss.

In this moment, when his lips touch yours, and his hand cups your cheek, as you play with his braids, it’s impossible to remember why you hated him so much. Your grandmother used to say that hate is a form of love.

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Okaaay, I hope I did not just spoiled the whole fic with these bits lol, and I hope that you'd be interested in reading the whole thing, once I post it.

I'm finally writing the fluffy scenes, and I'm swaying my feet and giggling and shi, at how cute it's going to be. What you think about these bits? Do they make sense to you pulled out of context?

Again, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist. I will be posting the whole fic in a few days, and it's going to be extra long, extra angsty and fluffy

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0-r-a-y-0 · 10 months

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Period— Platonic #1

In which: Y/n gets her period, but her bestie Nick is here to help :)

I hate writing Y/n but it’s only friendship so I don’t mind it as much. Don’t expect this really often though. Also all platonic fics will take place in 1st person bc idk how else to write y/n??

Fun fact: Cold water can get blood stains out

Can you count how many times Y/n said “thanks”??

I’ve been feeling off all day. Everything made me angry for no reason. It’s been like that for the past week, also with random pimples showing up, I knew that my period was coming soon. Just the thought of that made me upset, which is understandable. But I just need to push through it like every other girl hase to do at least once a month. Luckily mine only lasted three days. But those three days are always the worst, especially since my flow is heavier than average.

I’m at my best friend, Nick’s house, and we’re just watching “the Fallout” in his bedroom. Luckily I’m out of school, having to be worried about getting shot everyday is terrible. We’re just chilling and paying attention to the movie where I suddenly feel it. I get up quickly, catching Nick’s attention.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” He asked, pausing the movie.

“Nothing, I just really have to use the bathroom.” I explained before running to his bathroom, hoping I didn’t bleed through. But I know I did.

I pull my pants down to use the bathroom and I see a giant red stain in the underwear and going through my sweatpants. I start to shake, I always get paranoid when I’m on my period, especially if I’m not in my own house. How do I bring this up to Nick? Wouldn’t that be weird?

I’m praying he still has pads from the last time me and Madi were here. Fortunately, I see them under his sink. I sigh in relief, grabbing the whole packaging and tearing it open. But then, I don’t want to sit in my bloody underwear, and I need new pants. I would have to tell Nick.

“Y/n, what’s taking you so long? Are you shitting or something?” Nick suddenly asked, standing by the door.

“I—uh—I need new pants.” I stutter out, almost crying from embarrassment.

“Okay…why?” He wondered.

“Just, please.” I say, my voice croaking from holding back tears.

“Ohhhhh, yeah, don’t worry. I got you girl.” Nick responded, finally understanding. I hear footsteps walk away from the bathroom door then walk back. He opens the door slightly, just enough for his arm to fit to hand me some black pajama pants.

“Thanks.” I mutter.

“Don’t mention it.” He says. “You bled through?”

“If that wasn’t obvious.” I sigh.

“You need underwear?” Nick asks.

“Ew, I don’t want to wear your underwear.” I reply, slightly grimacing.

“So, you would rather sit in a pool of blood?” He said.

“Well, no but—” I get cut off by him opening the door again and throwing in a pair of boxers before closing it.

“You aren’t sitting in blood, that’s unsanitary and probably uncomfortable.” Nick claims.

“Okay, thanks.” I laugh.

“I’ll wash them for you.” He says.

“No because there’ll still be a blood stain, and I’m not letting you touch my bloody clothes.” I respond, pulling the boxers on my legs and putting a pad in.

“Then what do you do?” Nick wonders.

“I usually start a cold bath and throw them in there, it gets the blood out.” I explain.

“Okay, you can use my bath. I don’t want you to have stains in your clothes.” He stated.

“Okay.” I shrug, pulling up the pajama pants before opening up the door and starting the bath, throwing my underwear and pants in there.

“You good now?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, thanks.” I mumble.

We go and sit back onto his bed, covering ourselves up. “Listen, I don’t know much about periods of whatever but if you need anything, you let me know. And you should never be ashamed to tell me, it’s natural and it’s going to happen.” Nick lectured.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just kinda embarrassing, that’s all.” I shrug.

“I know it is, that’s why I’m here for you. I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it.” He replied. “You need anything else?”

“No I’m good, thanks though.” I smile.

“That’s what friends are for.” Nick smiles back. We get comfortable again and unpause the movie, enjoying the rest of the day together.

#nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic

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wzrdsmith · 7 days

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Miles:

So I started therapy again this week. My therapist is cool - black lady from Louisiana. I feel like we addressed more in an hour than I ever did with the white counselors in Syracuse.

We spent almost half the session talking about Andy. It was nice to be able to talk shit about him to someone who doesn’t have any connection to the situation. Honestly, I’m embarrassed that I was his friend and I lowkey don’t want any public record of our relationship.

To be clear, he left. He quit Peach Thxory, skipped out on the lease and moved back to Syracuse after only two months. This is cowardly for so many reasons. I’m not letting him out of our lease - I refuse to transfer any bills out of his name plus I know his He is financially responsible for paying his rent for the rest of the term of our lease.

I can’t imagine moving out of an apartment like that when your parents are paying your rent - I would be to ashamed to break the news to my dad. I can’t imagine moving to a new places and moving after 2 months to go back to the only city I’ve ever lived in. The first few months of any move is hard, doesn’t matter where you go.

The crazy thing is Georgia and I don’t really know why… he said he made the wrong career choice. He said the relationship Georgia and I have made him uncomfortable. He said he wasn’t happy with how things were going. He said he didn’t want to make music the way we were making music. He said he didn’t feel like he could be himself around us.

He never said anything about the way I spoke to him, which I know was mean, but nothing I ever said to him was wrong; he didn’t practice our songs, he didn’t contribute to our work in anyway. You ask him to do something and it takes a month. We didn’t like that the entire downstairs near the bathroom he used smelled like piss, or that we were sharing credit and profits equally and when someone asked what the peach Thxory mission was, he said, “Idk I’m just the helper.” He tried to leave in the middle of the night without saying goodbye - we caught him loading his car. He left furniture like it was some gift and didn’t consider that we actually would have to clean up after him.

He was always making us look bad, because he doesn’t think “big picture,” and underneath the facade is an incredibly weak ego // DURING Peach Jxm Szn 1, he had this idea for another live music series called “Tiny Tea House.” It would feature only Asian artist… He wanted to use Sofia Violet, Froggies bc of Maria and others. He had a list of Asian musicians in Syracuse… Georgia and I actually were cool with this bc except for we didn’t want him to take artists that we had already booked and he couldn’t call it “Tiny Tea House” because all Asians don’t drink tea and we couldn’t just rip off Tiny Desk. It was such a huge problem, and he’s Vietnamese lol He shut down bc we didn’t just go along with his idea… he just didn’t want to work hard on anything… good enough is not good enough, sometimes you have to critique your work, you have to perfect your craft and he just didn’t understand that.

No standards for quality // No ambition // No direction // No sense of urgency // No integrity.

It’s hard to work with someone like that on something you love. It’s hard to be friends with someone that doesn’t love themself.

The reality is, Andy was just “a good buddy,” as Georgia likes to say. He was someone that was only fun to be around when he was fucked up. He lived for nicotine and a good time. We went through a significant depression after he left but it was obvious our lives immediately improved because we didn’t have to parent him. We didn’t have to deal with the results of his carelessness, recklessness and inability to consider anyone but himself. I don’t have to worry about what random drugs he’s taking or if he’s gonna to crash his car into a tree.

I do hope we see each other again, exactly once when we’re older because I wanna be able to use him as a mirror. When we’re in our 40’s I know I’ll look in his eyes and hear his voice and know I made all the right decisions. But in the meantime he’ll be seeing all of the shit he’s missing out on. Georgia and I are meeting so many cool people, going to new places, making new music and booking really cool gigs. We’re even supposed to go on tour this fall… and I think it sucks for Andy that he won’t be there.

I honestly, wish him the best. But not better than me. And I hope he goes to therapy too.

Like I said, my life is better now that he’s gone, so I shouldn’t have anything to be upset about. But clearly I’m upset. I think I have a right to be, I put a lot into that relationship. I guess I just don’t fuck with the fact that his decisions are affecting my livelihood even in his absence.

Georgia and I get more done by ourselves because we don’t have to fix all his mistakes. He created more work for us. But something’s he did make easier - he has really good ears, it takes him like 2 minutes to learn most songs. And well, he made pho better than most Vietnamese restaurants, even though he got fired from a Vietnamese restaurant in New Orleans after like 3 shifts.

Our first single is coming out this Friday - we took Andy’s part off it bc it had no feeling, as he has almost no personality.

You guys should pre-save, then stream it this Friday.

#bad friend #new orleans #new york #bandmates #roomates #skipped lease #peach thxory #syracuse #Syracuse university

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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A Special Valentine

Anonymous Said: would it be possible for the "series of firsts" it's harry's first time with a girl...

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: So I’ve been sitting on this concept for what seems life forever. I’ve gotten ideas and I’ve lost ideas and it’s been a good while of writing little drafts and stuff for this fic. But, I am so so so thankful to have @adore-you-hs2 and @honeyfulharries for helping me brainstorm some ideas for this fic!! Since I wrote a virgin!Y/n fic last year around valentines day, I figured I’d do a fic for Harry, only this time incorporating more of the valentines theme. So it’s hella soft and fluffy with a lil angst, and when you get to the smut it’s hella filthy😂I hope y’all like it and I hope all of you had a lovely day…yesterday or the day before bc this valentine is hella late and timezones are a bitch. This is a brand new installment in a series of firstsss!! Anywaysss…enjoy🙃❤️

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Harry was beyond embarrassed. He was almost at the point of being ashamed. While all of his friends divulged about their sex lives and talked about how their significant other was in bed, he just sat next to you idly without anything to add to the conversation. He couldn’t talk about his favorite positions to have you in or little tricks he has for the bedroom. He was a virgin and didn’t have any type of experience whatsoever in regards to sex. The most he’d ever done with someone was touching over the clothes and making out. When he was all by himself, Harry did what he had to do; which he actually felt like he did a pretty good job with. It’s not that he didn’t know what he was into or liked in regards to his pleasure. Harry knew what his favorite content was and he even had a couple toys he liked to use on himself. It’s just that when he got to the more intimate phase of the relationship, he always got flustered and nervous. Even when it came to oral or mutual masturbation. He didn’t exactly know why he wasn’t able to express himself or be the same person he was when he was behind closed doors and alone. What made matters even worse for him though was the fact that he always felt rushed. Like whenever he said that he wasn’t quite ready or that he was a virgin, the dynamic of the relationship shifted. Ultimately leaving him alone to feel embarrassed, a bit hopeless, and sad over the fact that he was still a virgin. He also felt unwanted given the fact that a couple of his prior relationships fizzled out pretty quickly after he revealed that he hadn’t had his first time and that he wasn’t ready to do so at that moment.

Eventually though, Harry reached the point of not even bothering or trying to meet new people and be in a relationship. He felt like he’d never be accepted nor meet the right person for him, let alone be ready to go all the way. So he put all of that on the back burner and just went along with life, becoming content with being completely by himself. And then he met you. It was like the perfect cliche. You were the person who never judged him for being a virgin or tried to rush him into doing anything he wasn’t up to or ready for. You just loved him for him and you wanted to be with him and be in love. It was like he was being understood and heard for the first time in a very long time and it felt great. With you, Harry was never made to feel like he was less than because of his choice and feelings when it came to his virginity. In fact, when you listened to what he’d been through in the past, it broke your heart. You could tell that he was really heartbroken and deeply saddened about it all and you never wanted to make him feel that way or even worse. So you made it your mission to never put pressure on him when it came to this and you made it your mission to listen and be there for him. You weren’t going to back out of your relationship over this; you loved him too much to even consider doing that.

Even though he was fine with and had accepted the idea of being by himself, Harry didn’t want that for the rest of his life. He wanted to be with someone, he wanted to love someone unconditionally and be unconditionally loved back. And he got just that in you. He’d have to spend an entire lifetime compiling all of the words that could describe how perfect you are and how much he loves your relationship. Sure the two of you annoyed the hell out of each other at times and had disagreements. But neither of you wanted to annoy or disagree with anyone else. Over the past almost year of being together, you and Harry grew closer and closer. You two grew to love each other more than ever and this love was growing more and more each day. You and Harry could agree that there was a long and bright future ahead for you two and that was very exciting for you both. And in the process of growing and building your relationship, the two of you never had sex. You always followed Harry’s lead and you just went with the flow. Now things got a bit hot and heavy at times, but you and Harry were more than capable of taking care of yourselves so you two just stopped and didn’t go any further. From the toys you both had to your special “entertainment” and your vivid imaginations, you two were were just fine until the right time came along. And you specifically, refused to put any type of pressure on Harry. When it came to your first time together and Harry’s first time ever, you had the mindset that if Harry was comfortable, you were comfortable.

And that was another reason why Harry felt so embarrassed. He was sitting next to you, his incredibly supportive and understanding girlfriend, in the middle of a conversation with you guys’ friends about your sex lives when he’s never had sex with you, or anyone for that matter. Listening to them, he felt like he was sort of holding you back and not fulfilling you the way you deserved. Even though you reminded him that the right time was when he was ready and that you were perfectly fine with that, Harry still felt a way. He still felt embarrassed. And on top of all that, you were being so sweet and understanding in the midst of it all. You were really trying to make him a little less uncomfortable and not so out of place. You could sense and see a little bit of that in the way he sank into the couch and cuddled into you a little more, so you wanted to be there for him and help him relax a bit. You were making a little conversation with him while the others talked amongst themselves, you played with his rings, and you gave him little kisses here and there. But you could only do but so much in that moment. Despite your efforts, Harry still felt the same way. Without any warning, Harry moves away from you a bit and stands from the couch, quickly announcing to the group that he needed a little fresh air. At first you just let him go, figuring that you should let him have his space. But after a couple minuets of sitting there without him, not really wanting to engage in the conversation at hand, you decide to get up and go out to him, giving the excuse that you wanted to check on him and see if he was okay. To be honest, it felt very weird to sit there without him.

You quickly walk away from the group in the direction Harry left in, needing to find him soon as you possibly could. Once you made it out the front door you turn to find him sitting in one of the chairs a couple steps away looking completely deflated. You couldn’t let him be all alone when he was feeling like this. So you quietly walk over, sitting down in the chair next to him, with your body and attention completely in his direction.

“I couldn’t sit there anymore.” He huffs, breaking the silence and bringing his hands up to his face.

“I understand babe.” You sigh, reaching over to rub his arm.

“It’s just- It’s so embarrassing that I’m in my late 20’s an I haven’t done anything with you, or anyone else for that matter.” He explains.

“That is nothing to be embarrassed about Harry.” You softly exclaim, picking yourself up from your seat to sit in his lap. “Your virginity is yours, and only yours. That’s your decision to make, not mine, nor anyone else’s.” You affirm.

“But It’s not normal considering I’m 27! What are you even with me?! I don’t want you to be with me and not be fulfilled.” He stresses quietly, feeling incredibly defeated. The entire situation brought up feelings and thoughts that he’d tried very hard to get past. When he says this, you immediately cup the sides of his face, forcing him to focus on you.

“Now I want you to listen to me. I am with you because I love you so fucking much and you’re the most amazing person in the entire world. Sex is great and all but I can wait as long as you need if it means being with you and loving you to pieces. Hell, I’ll wait until we’re married if that’s what you choose to do. The point is, I’m yours and I will wait as long as necessary. With or without sex, you fulfill me Harry.” You softly explain to him, looking him right in the eye as you say every word. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes as you spoke to him.

“I love you so much Y/n.” Harry sighs, still feeling a bit down. “Can we go to your place and cuddle.” He mumbles through a pout.

“Of course baby! I’ll run back inside and let everyone know you’re not feeling well and then we can head home. How does that sound?” You propose with a smile.

“That sounds amazing.” He sighs, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Can I have a kiss first?” You ask, puckering your lips towards him. In response he gives you a cute little nod before you lean down to press your lips against his. When the two of you kiss you can feel Harry relax a bit, which is exactly what you wanted. You knew that this wouldn’t solve this entirely, but it was a step in the right direction and it made Harry feel a little better which was all that mattered. “Now you wait right here and I’ll be right back.” You softly instruct after pulling away from his lips, following up with another kiss to the forehead before moving yourself off of his lap and back inside. After letting everyone know that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that you two were going to head out, you and Harry go back to your place and spend time together, cuddling and watching you guys’ favorite show and some movies, eventually falling asleep all cuddled with each other.

~ ~ ~

After that day, Harry began to think about going all the way with you and finally having sex for the first time a lot more than usual. Over the past year almost, you’ve shown him that you really do love and care about him. You never pressured him into doing anything and you always reminded him that he should do all of this at his own pace. You also showed him that you were the one; you were the one he could and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There were just so many things about you that he loved. So many things that Harry couldn’t imagine having his first time with anyone else. And he made sure to tell you that after deliberating on the matter for a couple of days.

“I think I’m ready to lose it.” Harry whispers, completely out of the blue as the two of you wash the dishes from your little date night.

“You’re ready to y’know, have sex?” You question, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a little bit and I realized that I’m ready to do it. And I want to do it with you. I wouldn’t want to have my first time with anyone else to be completely honest with you.” He explains, a small smile spreading across his face as he continues drying the dishes you’ve washed and handed over to him.

“Well I’m very honored, that you’re entrusting me with this. And I hope that it’s as good as you’ve imagined.” You reply to him, beginning to feel a bit of nervousness and excitement at the idea of being Harry’s first time. You’d never thought about it much since Harry wasn’t ready. But now that he was, you were feeling so many things and you were thinking about so many things as the time had finally come.

“Well I highly doubt that it will be anything less than amazing baby.” Harry hums, dropping the dishtowel and turning his attention to you. “I love you.” He sighs happily, prompting you to turn your head to face him.

“I love you too babe.” You coo, leaning in to press a quick peck to his lips.

~ ~ ~

Now you refused to let Harry’s first time be anything short of special. So you decided to plan something romantic for you two at your place, and you planned for this to be on Valentines Day. Not only would it be your first time celebrating as a couple, but it would also be your first intimate moment with Harry. And you wanted everything to be perfect, so you made a list of everything you’d need for the night at least a week or two in advance. You had everything from ingredients for dinner to a new set of lingerie. You also went over the list several times to make sure that you got everything you could possibly need for that night. You even went as far as to plan a little backup dinner in case something went wrong with the initial plan. You just wanted to make this night perfect for Harry. He’d gone through a lot in his relationships to get here and you wanted him to see that doing it all at his pace paid off and that he was special and loved. In the couple of days leading up to the big day, you began shopping and getting everything together. You got all of the food, wine, and decoration along with your lingerie and some other things for yourself that would make the entire experience that much better.

And when the day finally came, you were excited and all ready to go.

You had dinner cooking, the wine was in the fridge chilling, your bedroom was all set up with a fresh set of sheets, a couple candles set up and ready to be lit, a mix of red and white rose petals on the bed, and the perfect playlist (which you spent a good amount of time on) queued up. Not to mention the fact that you had your lingerie and everything perfectly set up in the bathroom so that you could be ready to change right into it after dinner. All you needed now was Harry. When he texted you to let you know that he was less than ten minuets away, you quickly throw on the dress you’d picked out for the evening along with your shoes and you do a final once over in the mirror before leaving your bedroom, making sure to close the door to keep that part of the evening a surprise. You pulled the wine from the fridge and you put the finishing touches on the table that was perfectly set for your dinner. In the final minuets before Harry’s arrival, you do a final walk through of everything you’d set up, it ending with a soft knock on your door signaling to you that Harry had arrived. When you hear him, your heart immediately begins to race from being nervous and excited for the night ahead. You immediately move yourself to the door, quickly giving yourself a little pep talk before opening the door for Harry. And when you did, you were almost certain you were going to pass out. Not only because you were buzzing around your apartment doing everything, but also because your boyfriend looked so good. What he had on was very simple but it was doing so much at the same time. You just wanted to pull him straight to the bedroom. But you didn’t. It took a lot of self control, but Harry was able to make it inside and settle down a bit before you two hit the bedroom

But it wasn’t that much of a gap in between Harry settling in and you two hitting the bedroom though. See, once you let him inside and gave him a kiss, it was like game over. He had a big basket that was beautifully filled with the things you loved and a couple presents he got you in one hand, and a big bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other. When he got inside, Harry happily and proudly gave them both to you and let you check them both out while he snooped around in the kitchen a little to see what you had prepared and opened the bottle of wine you had out on the counter for you two. Once you started, you couldn’t stop gushing over and thanking Harry for what he got you. It was beyond thoughtful and you couldn’t wait for him to fully experience his gift of the night you’d planned out. Once you and Harry began talking and drinking a little, you two loosened up and were enjoying each other. The lights were dimmed a bit, there were candles just about everywhere, you and Harry were in love, and the two of you were all alone. It was absolutely perfect and romantic. On top of all that though, there was the pleasant elephant in the room, that being Harry giving you the green light that he was ready for his first time. If there were no other indicators in the days leading up to this moment, there was definitely one now that was strongly pointing to him losing it tonight. He wasn’t anxious and he wasn’t thinking about backing out and telling you that he’s changed his mind. He knew that you’d be all on board with that but Harry was absolutely ready to be with you intimately. He was so ready that he couldn’t take his mind off it on the ride over. And once he arrived, Harry was completely floored by how amazing you looked and how you put this entire evening together that he was even more ready to go to the bedroom. He was so ready and excited that he completely gave up on talking. The two of you transitioned yourselves into the kitchen to get started with dinner, but Harry was very much so enjoying the idea of saving that for later. So without any word from him on what he was in the mood for, Harry takes your wine glasses and sits them on the counter, freeing your hands up as he traps you in between his body and the kitchen counter before attaching his lips with yours.

When he does this, you practically melt under his touch. You were already in a daze from how amazing he looked, and from how sweet and amazing he was to you. So when Harry began to kiss you with such passion and need, you instantly obliged. Again, you were following his lead. If he wanted to skip and come back to dinner, you weren’t going to oppose one bit. As the two of you continued to kiss, you could feel him hardening against you which prompted the area between your legs to initiate the process of becoming all warm and sticky and go into overdrive. His hands were on your body, he was tightly pressed against you, and his mouth was magically moving against yours. This was just what you needed to fully get into the skipping right to the bedroom mood. It wouldn’t have taken much on Harry’s end to get you there but this was fantastic, so you weren’t complaining at all. When you hear Harry let out a soft moan into your mouth and move himself against you a little, you decide to take control and move you two to the bedroom a little faster.

“Do you wanna just come back to dinner?” You whisper after pulling your lips away from his a bit.

“Mhm.” He immediately hums in response, loosening himself from your body so that you could move a bit more.

“Then let’s go.” You whisper with a smile, moving yourself from underneath him and grabbing his hand, pulling him in the direction of your bedroom. When you reach the door, you tease him a little by slowly turning the door knob, making sure to keep eye contact the entire time to drive him insane. And that definitely did the trick of riling him up some more. That is, until he got all soft once the bedroom was revealed to him. You went out of your way to make this space romantic since this was the place where he’d have his first time. “I wanted to make everything perfect for you.” You softly explain as you pull him into the room.

“Have I told you that I love you tonight?” He asks, through a small breath.

“Probably about a million times.” You happily joke with him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well for time one million and one, I love you so so much. Like with my entire being. I love you so much that it hurts. And I couldn’t be more honored to be yours.” Harry says, bringing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

“I love you so much baby, so much.” You reply happily to him, so excited to move into the next step of your relationship. “Now get back into I want sex mode...that’s so hot on you and I have another surprise.” You continue, wanting to keep going and go all the way.

“Considering how hard I am, I don’t think I’ll be out of “I want sex mode” for a while.” Harry truthfully replies with a chuckle that had the slightest tinge of bashfulness from how he was already rock hard and ready for you.

“Good! Now lay down and wait for me.” You say, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and pulling you both towards the bed before pushing him back down onto it. You then proceed to straddle him, bringing your face down to a mere inch or so away from his. “And if you wanna take your clothes off too, I’m definitely unopposed. ” You suggest with a smirk, planting a little peck to his lips before climbing off of his lap and walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where your lingerie was waiting for you, leaving Harry on the bed completely dumbstruck and needy.

As soon as you close the bathroom door, you immediately begin working on removing your dress, pulling the zipper down to loosen it up and shrugging it off your body leaving you completely naked. As you looked in the mirror, you began to debate on whether or not you wanted to surprise him with being all naked or teasing him and making him work for it a little with the lingerie you had out and ready. Even though you were ready to just run back out there completely naked and just get down to business, you decided to put on the lingerie and let Harry unwrap you. As you put it on, all you could think about was Harry taking it all off. Like you could imagine him pulling it all off your body. With your panties especially, you could picture him pulling them off strings of your arousal coming with them. After getting the lacy garments on your body, you start pulling and moving it all around a bit. Once you’re all done with the lingerie, you pull the little sheer robe that came along with it on and you take a couple deep breaths before making your way back out to Harry. When you walk back into the bedroom, Harry’s eyes immediately shoot in your direction and practically pop out of his head when he sees you. He’d seen you in a two piece bathing suit before but that was about it. He’d never seen you this bare and exposed before. As you moved around the room to light the candles, Harry’s eyes followed your every move and you could feel it. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your skin as you lit the candles and really set the mood for your time together. After you lit the candles and pressed play for your music, you were all ready to go.

When you turn your full attention to Harry, you weren’t that surprised to see him fighting to quietly palm at his cock on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed as he squeezed his cock through his underwear. He was so engrossed on keeping himself quiet and relieving some of the pressure that had been mounting from the time he left home that he didn’t even notice you crawling up the bed. What he does notice though is you straddling his thighs, when he feels you on top of him, his eyes immediately shoot open and he quickly retracts his hand from his lap.

“You just look so good, I couldn’t help myself.” He rushes out in explanation. He could see it all. Your breasts were sitting perfectly in the lacy bra you were wearing, and from where Harry was, they looked beyond amazing. When his eyes traveled a bit lower, he could see where the two sides of your panties met to form a barely there strip to cover your pussy. If that wasn’t enough, the fabric was clinging to you and pushing up into your folds since the panties were pretty much nonexistent and you were very wet. He’d pictured you on top of him before, just never like this.

“Well I’m glad you like it because it’s all yours.” You reply, moving yourself up his body to sit right in his lap, causing Harry to gasp from the sight and feeling of you being naked and right on his cock. Harry was in sensory overload and so overwhelmed that he couldn’t form a single word in response. “Are you okay baby?” You softly ask, bringing your hand down to his cheek.

“Mhm…you just look so good, I don’t know where to start.” He whispers, bringing his eyes to meet yours.

“You could start by touching me.” You suggest, reaching down to grab Harry’s hand and bring it up to one of your thighs to which Harry replicates with his other hand. Instead of rushing him along, you wanted him to explore your body and relax into the intimacy. You wanted him to be comfortable and do the things he’d dreamt of and feel the things he always wanted to feel. “And just relax” You begin, leaning down to bring your mouth to his ear. “I have a strong feeling that you’re gonna be really good at this.” You admit to him before lifting yourself back up. When Harry hears this, he eases up. Hearing that you thought he’d be good was the confidence boost he needed to get the ball rolling.

He begins to move his hands up your thighs, curling his thumbs inward towards the inner, more sensitive area. His hands continue on up your body, pushing past your hips, and all the way up to your chest where he brings both of his hands around to wrap them around your covered breasts. When he does this, you let out a little sigh of relief, loving the way his big hands felt around you. Harry loved how soft and squishy they felt in his hands, and he wanted to feel more. So he pushes his hands underneath your arms and manages to swiftly undo your bra. He couldn’t do it with one hand yet but you were very impressed (and even more turned on) at how he as able to quickly do it on his first try. The fabric is now hanging loosely on your body, allowing Harry to pull it down and off your body to fully expose your breasts to him. Your nipples were fully pebbled and practically screaming for him to play with them. He brings his hands back around, going straight to your breasts and right to your nipples. His fingers tugged and twisted at them, leaving you unable to hold back anymore moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You also couldn’t help but to grind down against his clothed cock, which in turn caused Harry to start moaning beneath you. The soft music was now completely overpowered by your combined moans.

“Can I be on top?” He pants, dying to get you completely naked and explore your body.

“Anything you want!” You exclaim, through one of your moans. Letting Harry take control of everything, you let him flip you two over so that he’s hovering over your body. As soon as he’s on top of you, Harry’s mouth immediately latches onto your skin, starting at the side your your neck. He starts sponging and sucking wet kisses into your skin, leaving a trail of them down your chest, stopping at the tops of your breasts so that he could pay them some more attention. The takes them both into his mouth individually and suckles on them, lapping his wet tongue around your nipples and squeezing the supple flesh surrounding them. For some reason, Harry felt at home with his mouth around your nipples. It was so good that Harry was rutting his clothed cock against you. As he continues, you’re softly moaning from the pleasure. You had a hand wrapped in his hair and the other on his back as he mouthed at your breasts. And as if he could read your mind, Harry picks up where he left off with his trail of kisses and makes his way further down your body.

You wanted him to just explore your body and touch and feel you the way you knew he’d imagined. But you really wanted him between your legs. Your cunt had swallowed up the panties by now and the panties were nothing more than a damp piece of string at this point. When he makes it to the hand of your panties, Harry’s heart begins to speed up, excited to take them off and see what was underneath. He pushes his fingers into the thin bands that were wrapped around your hips and he begins to pull them down. He carefully watches as your cunt is being revealed to him. He can see how you were sopping wet and how plushy and soft your pussy was. There were strings of your arousal connecting your cunt and panties as he pulled them from between your legs. Once they fully off of you, and you’re completely naked, Harry lifts himself up from between your legs to soak in your naked body. He couldn’t believe how beautiful your naked body looked for him. You looked so soft and pretty below him, completely spread and exposed to him.

“Y’so pretty baby.” He sighs, bringing his hands down to your thighs. “Can I eat you baby?” He sweetly asks, bringing his eyes down between your legs so look at the sticky mess that was between your thighs.

“Please Harry!” You moan, desperately needing his mouth on you again. At your response, Harry lays back down on the bed between your spread legs. He could smell your arousal and he was incredibly excited to taste you. He’d never don’t this before so he was a bit nervous that he wouldn’t do that good of a job. “Just lick into me baby, nothing to be nervous about.” You remind above him, bringing your hand to his head to give his hair a little tug. And with that, Harry dives right in. He just buries his face into your cunt, lapping his tongue up and down your folds. He pushed his tongue anywhere he could. He pushed between your folds, nestling his tongue right inside and against your entrance. He could feel the small opening and his cock immediately twitched in his pants. His cock was supposed to fit in there? While he didn’t want to hurt you, Harry was so interested and curious to see how you’d take all of him. He knew it wasn’t impossible but it was definitely something he was excited to see in person. He was so excited that he couldn’t stop himself from digging his hips into the mattress below. You tasted so good, you were incredibly warm, and he was beyond excited to feel your cunt around his cock.

You on the other hand were falling apart at the seams. You were on cloud nine, completely obsessed with the way he was licking into you. His strokes weren’t those of someone who was skilled and had done this before. But they were definitely amazing and you couldn’t get enough. He was licking and sucking on you perfectly, he even managed to find your clit. And it was his first time ever. He even tried pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance, prodding at your tight hole. And on top of all that, he was moaning against you, seemingly enjoying how you tasted. When he wasn’t licking at your cunt, Harry was licking your thighs, almost trying to clean you up. He licked your thighs, the area right outside of your pussy, and he even licked the area below your cunt. He was hypnotized by your cunt. He just wanted to stay between your legs forever and have his mouth on you while he humped the bed below him. Of course he wanted to push his cock into you, but after he ate your cunt.

“Need you inside me Harry!” You scream, bucking your hips up into his mouth a bit. You were feeling incredibly sensitive and you could feel your own release coming. And before you came, you needed to feel Harry’s cock inside of you. When he hears you beg for him to be inside of you, he immediately stops and pulls himself up from the bed. When he’s kneeling between your legs, your eyes travel up from his no doubt painfully large bulge to his face. From his mouth down to his chin, even his nose, Harry’s face was glistening with your juices.

“Whats so funny?” He asks confusedly.

“Your face is all wet.” You reply, a wide smile spread across your face in the process.

“I just love eating your pussy.” He says truthfully, leaning down for a kiss. When your lips connect, you wrap your arms around Harry’s neck to keep him down against you. His lips sloppily move against yours, moaning into your mouth as he pushes his clothed cock against your bare and incredibly sensitive cunt. Keeping one of his elbows planted on the bed, Harry brings his other hand down to his boxers and does his best to push them down his legs. He struggles a bit before finally getting them down enough to expose his cock. When you feel him nudge you a little bit, you immediately turn your mouth away from Harry’s, turning your attention downwards between his legs.

“Need some help baby?” You offer, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and extending them down to his hips.

“Just need t’take them off.” He replies, quickly lifting himself up from on top of you to fully remove his boxers. Harry then goes back to kneeling between your legs, now with his painfully hard and dripping cock on display. You knew that he was big from the glances you’d taken at his pants a couple times, but you didn’t know that he was this big. He was hands down the biggest you’d ever taken, and no one before him ever came close. On top of his monstrous size, you could see the thick veins running up his shaft and you saw precum beading at his swollen slit. You wanted him inside you first, but your mouth was definitely watering. You couldn’t wait until you were able to take him into your mouth and stuff all of him inside. But for now, you were excited to take him inside of you for the first time and be his first time.

“Are you ready babe?” You ask.

“Mhm. I um- I bought some condoms just in case. It’s up to you though. I trust that you’re all good.” He says, laughing a little in the end.

“I bought some too. But I think we’re good. And I trust that you’re all good as well.” You reply with a shy smile.

“Okay then, let’s do this.” He cheerfully says.

“Let’s do it!” You reply, mirroring his excitement. “Do you want me on top or are you good?”

“I think I’m good.” He says, as he leans down to closely hover over you. “But I know you’re going to feel like heaven so I may not be.”

“That’s okay, I can take control.” You reply suggestively, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.

“Good, I like the sound of that.” He whispers in agreement, connecting his mouth with yours for one final kiss as he slowly and carefully pushes his cock against your folds. “Fuck, m’gonna push in now baby.” He pants, already losing his shit over how warm and wet your folds feel against his cock.

“Please.” You moan, needing to be full of his cock.

And with that, Harry begins to push his cock into you, using one of his hands to guide himself inside. When Harry pushes past your entrance, you two lose it. You were so tight that when his engorged head pushes into you, there a piercing sensation that comes along with it. You hadn’t had sex in a very long time and Harry’s size was completely unmatched. For Harry, he was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. You were so so tight and warm and wet, he’d never felt anything like it. No matter how much lube he used or how fast he tugged at his shaft, he never and would never be able to match the decadence of your walls around him. And he’d only pushed the head of him inside. He actually had to stop for a second to get his bearings because his head was spinning. Once he’s caught his breath and the room stopped spinning as fast, Harry continues pushing himself inside. With every inch that becomes sheathed with your walls, your combined moans get louder. Your mouths mouth never closed, and your eyes fluttered shut as you two enjoyed the pleasure. You were in love with the perfectly balanced mix of pain and pleather came from Harry pushing into and stretching your your walls a bit to accommodate his size. Harry was taken to a different universe from the way your walls engulfed his cock. You could even feel him twitch a bit from how good he felt.

By the time he finished pushing into you, Harry’s cock was lodged all the way inside you. So deep you could just about feel him in the pit of your stomach. It was hands down incredible for the two of you. After holding himself inside of you for a little while, Harry begins to move himself back and forth inside of you. Since it was his first time doing this and feeling this for that matter, his thrusts were a bit sloppy and staggered. He tried to form a faster rhythm, or a rhythm at all but he was so overwhelmed.

“Thought I could hold it longer, but I don’t think I can. Can’t even hold myself up.” He slurs, trying to continue with his thrusts.

“Gonna get on top baby.” You moan, feeling your own release getting even closer. Without a single hesitation, you push the two of you over to that you’re on top of him, straddling his waist and keeping his cock deep inside of you. Once your adjusted on top of him, feeling like his cock was deeper than before if that was even possible, you begin to move yourself up and down on him. You weren’t going super fast, you were going fast enough to make you and Harry really feel it and get closer and closer to your releases. Harry was loudly moaning and whimpering below you, tightly intertwining his fingers with yours as he surrenders to you, and your pussy. He thrashed his head back and forth against the pillows from how good he was feeling.

“Y’so big!” You cry out to him, beginning to quickly grind down onto his cock, pushing forward a bit to dig your clit into his lower stomach. “And so deep! Can feel you all the way in here!” You cry out to him, bringing your intertwined hands up to your lower stomach for him to feel.

“Fuck Y/n! Can’t hold it anymore! Need t’cum” He groans, feeling his release beginning to consume his body.

“Me too baby! We can cum together!” You whimper, leaning down to lay on his chest. And as you begin to leave soft kisses on Harry’s lips and face, your walls begin to contract around his cock, signaling to him that you were cumming. When he felt this, Harry came right along with you. He coats all of your walls in his warm, thick, and sticky cum, spraying rope after rope into you until he couldn’t cum anymore. Your legs were full on shaking as you squirted all over his cock. The both of you were moaning messes and completely dumbstruck at how powerful your releases were. Nothing could ever compare to this and neither of you wanted to test out that theory. After letting go of everything you two had to give, you and Harry lied limply in bed, letting your bodies rest.

“I love you baby.” Harry whispers sluggishly below you.

“I love you too baby.” You softly reply back to him, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.

For the next half hour, the two of you lay there together, resting your bodies and minds from the extraordinary experience the two of you had. You two were lying there peacefully, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies and the music that was still playing through your speaker. Out of the two of you, Harry was the first to break the silence. Except, it wasn’t from him talking. It was from his stomach, letting the both of you know that he needed to be fed asap.

“When we can feel our legs again, we can eat I guess.” You breathe out through a laugh, still recovering from the most amazing sex you’d ever had and probably some of the best sex of all human history in your opinion. Even though it was his first time, Harry still managed to make a mess of you.

“Mhm, and then we can go again.” He hums dreamily, not even caring about his grumbling stomach, completely in the clouds from how amazing his first time was. He came in with his “expectations” and was completely blown out of the water. He just wanted to go again and again and again until he was fully numb and wiped out. “Maybe you can be on your front this time.” He suggests, thinking of all the ways he wanted to feel you around him.

“I think I may have created a sex monster.” And to be honest, you really didn’t mind that at all.

“Only for you my love.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your body.

And for the rest of the night, you and Harry never stopped, loving being tangled up in each other. It wasn’t always in bed, but neither of you cared. All you two cared about was being together, feeling good, and being in love. This was truly a special valentine. It was one that neither you nor Harry would ever forget.

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BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN ♡ : A TO Z - ( NSFW )

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

well , we all know how caring he is?

he is so dad , caring , like yea daddy ( sorry ksjsk )

ok for real ,

I think he is the type to wait a little bit , to let you both calm down , holding you into his arms

after cleaning you up

he’s gonna be soft with you

treat you right huh

little caresses and all

he is so affectionate , he’s so adorable ,, I want to hug him forever

*crying session is open*

I definitively can see him wanting to cuddle you afterwards

he would lay his head on your chest at first , wanting you to play with his soft curly hair

NATURAL CURLY HAIRED CHAN SUPERIOR , BARE WITH ME

after awhile , he would put your head on his chest and his turn , he would play with your hair

holding you close with his hand on your waist until you both fall asleep

c u t e .

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

Well , before I start ,,

Chan said he loves his dimples when he smiles ,, well same

I think Chan’s favourite body part are his dimples and his whole body? I mean I don’t really know, and I can’t really explain , but the fact that he works out and take care of his body ,,

he prob likes his arms aswell ( anyways , I do )

For his partner , he’d prob likes ,, oh no ,, loves your thighs , the skin so soft , smooth ( so sexc sksj ) ,, he loves the fact that they’re not too slim and skinny . He also likes your plump lips , so kissable and soft and your tummy uwu

knowing Chan , I bet this boy loves every parts of your body

I know y’all don’t care , but

I love Chan’s veiny arms , his hands omfg choke me daddy , his cheeks , his hair , his smile omg, well … EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM ! His dimples are my weakness bye.

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

not the greatest taste?

but more liquidy and not sticky gross

so I-

I think it’s fine to swallow it?

he thinks it’s hot when you do this

but he’s not the type to want you to do things that make you uncomfortable

If you don’t want to swallow it , then don’t do it

If you want to , just do it

you’ll just make him moan at the sight before him

he likes loves to cum inside

it’s his fav place

when he doesn’t cum inside you

he would cum on your thighs ( because he loves them asf )

and your stomach too

but not on your face

you both find it gross so it’s a big no no

and it’s more embarrassing than sexy so , NO

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

chan is actually pretty open about his kinks?

he’s a dom ( we all know it jk )

act like he knows what he’s doing

but sometimes it’s not the case

actually there is one thing he’ll probably never admit

he acts like he wants to do all the job

the one who control

but daddy he wants to feel special sometimes

that’s why he f loves when you want to take control

he’d act like he doesn’t want to , but boy inside is burning with excitments & anticipation

I also think chan is the type to use your underwear when he jacks off

the thought of you in them, really turns him on

he’s just a bit ashamed to steal some panties of yours he loves a lot

ohh and he really wants to try fingering you in a public place

like in a restaurant? , library

He’s nervous about bringing it up tho. It’s a thought that he jacks off to sometimes

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

not really experienced.

chris is super hot , well build , really charming , polite and all

let’s just say perfect ( I’m not even exaggerating )

everyone want to get in his pants

but

I’m pretty sure chan is a virgin ,,

I mean , he prob just saw a few porns

my boy is really intelligent so

he just learn very fast skjsl

but yea ,,

and plus , he was a trainee since he was young , 14?

being under jyp had its own restrictions

and I don’t think he needed that and he had time for that

busy man *sigh*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

I don’t think he is very demanding

chan is someone very simple , understanding , he’s just not complicated

not someone hard to please

so I think ,

he enjoys the traditional one ( lmao ) missionary?

he also enjoys doggy style too

he can pulls on your hair to lift you up and have your back against his chest

in this position he can put his hand on your stomach and your neck to slighty squeeze it

AND

he loves when you ride him

boy gets harder than he was ,, as hard as a rock

is that possible??

this position makes him horny asf

he finds it f hot

he loves the fact that he can see your pretty face making yourself feels good

with this position he can see your face when you orgasm

he can easily kiss your neck , make hickeys

he can holds you and yea ,,

he can do a lot of things with this position ( hell yea )

but like I said chan is a super easy person to please

missionary is his fav one

he actually finds it very confortable for the both of you

very soft in a way and romantic

making love uwu

depends of the situation obv;)

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

Chan is a goofy person

I mean is so giggly most of the time

ma babey!!!

he loves to tease , oh yea he does

he can be the type to laugh during sex , if you make a joke ( yea why not lmao )

if you’re uncomfortable , he’d try to make you feel better

so he’d try to make jokes ,if his first option of consolling you doesn’t work

if you guys feel like laughing , you’ll do

looking into your eyes and smiling at each other

c u t e

ngl he can get pretty serious

again , it depends of the mood

when he’s frustrated , angry , tired..

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

I’m pretty sure

he is not bare down there ,,

veeeryy well groomed

doesn’t shave it all off, simply trims, all nice and neat

the amount of hair isn’t too crazy

armpits shaved , he feels more confortable and clean

guys , this boy armpits is cleaner than my whole face tf

happy trail shaved since

TOO MUCH TUMMY FLASHES

but wants to keep his happy trail ,, maybe??

ughhh I want him to keep it bcs damn this is so hot

please hear me out daddy chris

i want to suck hug him

but honestly I feel like

he can go natural when he has the choice?

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

he is so caring

so very romantic

he is a passionate man and he shows it through many ways

we all know it

ahhh I love this man sfm

but sometimes he can be rough

not too much but it depends of his mood

I mean he is daddy so sometimes he feels like he have to show his daddyness lmao i just cringed help me ughhh

he feels like he have to show his dominance sometimes

but when I say rough

it’s not something really wild x)

even when he’s rough

he controls himself

and make sure to check if you’re alright

tbh rough sex happends very very very rarely

but it makes it more special ,, x)

he cares a lot about you

i think he’s more into vanilla sex

yeaa I’m sure he is sooo into it

I mean c u t e

I mean I want him to make love to me!! lord forgive me

he is naturally sweet and adorable so

lord I’m so in love with this man <3

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t do it often

only when he really is alone

especially if you are not around

when he’s really frustrated he also tends to jack off

and one of the reasons why he doesn’t really masturbate

it’s just because he’s constantly around the boys

and my boy is a really hardworking man

well , like I said before he doesn’t do it often

probably once or twice a week? Or not at all the week

it’s when he really needs some reliefs

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

chris is kinky , PERIOD .

y’all can’t deny it

• daddy kink for sure , no doubt ahah

he said it himself sooooo

he’s daddy material tho lmao

he gets turn on when he is being called daddy sometimes

if you call him daddy in public he will get a light boner for sure

guess what will happen next;)

BUT it’s not a need !

he doesn’t want to be called that every time you guys have sex

•maybe roleplay

teacher x student / doctor x patient or stuff like that ( I think he can prob play both, that boy is a switch )

I think he’s definitively not into hardcore bondage ( sorry ) but doesn’t mind to blindfold you

•edging : giving and receiving

he loves the way he can make you whine and scream when he’s overstimulating you

BUT that is only for pleasure and not for torture

•praise kink: giving and receiving

he thinks it’s somehow important

•biting kink : both giving and receiving

he likes feeling you bite down on his skin when he fucks you

he also loves it when you moan out for him as he nips at your skin

thinks hickeys are sexy ( and tf yes they are )

•so marking kink: giving and receiving ,,

it makes him horny when you give him hickeys out of nowhere

and he loves it when you do it while he makes love to you

but most of time he is the one giving them to you

loves leaving hickeys and little bruises on your hips , neck , collarbones , stomach and thighs ( your whole body should be decorated by his soft lips skjsk )

having hickies and love bites on his neck and collarbones

he loves his back being scratched

likes seeing the scraches on his back in the mirror

oh my gosh imagine what it looks like when he takes a shower ,, the water cascading over the red marks omg help me I’m-

since I think he likes thighs ( idk why but yea)

•THIGH RIDING is a big YES

his muscular thighs!!

he likes it when you wear strockings // it’s so fucking hot

•impreg kink tho it’s so sexy and cute damn <3

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

chan is not picky , he’s a simple guy

the bedroom is perfect

why? because it’s confortable

AND secure , intimate

it’s somehow warm and all

but the rest of the house is ok tho

kitchen ( but very rarely bcs you guys feel like it’s not very hygienic but it happens only when one of you are reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally horny and impatient)

living room : couch , carpet ,, shower sex is one of his fav

bath sex with chan is a concept

he’s not into public places

he wants thing to be confortable and intimate ,, that’s why he prefers doing it at home

Or maybe omg

s t u d i o

one of his fav for sure!!

he loves having sex with you in his studio ,, hot

having you riding him slowly

or cockwarming while he’s working ( arg stop me )

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

kisses by his ears and down his neck

his ears seem to be really sensitive hehe

he really likes when you trace his veins with your fingertips ( it also turns you on , ugh it’s like i’m talking about me *moan * )

seeing you in his clothes really turns him on aswell

when you stroke his hair , like when you’re sitting on his lap and run your fingers through it , pulling at the strands a little ( goosebumps kskjs)

but ngl he can get turn on by you whatever you do lmaao

just smile , just breath , boy is turn on ( jk .. unless ahah)

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

anything that involves bodily matter or fluids that are not sperm or vaginal fluid

he does not like degradation , it’s a big NO !

He would never ever degrade you! He likes and respect his girl too much to talk down to her ,, chan is a gentleman . He expects you to treat him the same btw

AH!! sharing you sexually . Don’t even think about it

things like threesomes and all, aren’t his thing

anything that involves violence too

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

he f loves it when you go down on him kissing him from his neck all along his collarbones , abs ,, running your hands on his torso

it pleases him to hit the back of your throat ,, but stay careful to not hurt you

he loves the sight of you inbetween his legs

he likes threading his fingers through your hair ,, pulling at it a little

but my man chan is one of the few blessings on this planet

he equally loves both : giving and receiving

he likes pleasuring you ,, looking at you from between your legs seeing you rolling your eyes in the back of your head , throwing your head back

seeing the way your eyesbrows frown , biting you lips

seeing how you clunch at the sheets , and pulling at his hair ,,making him moans at the sensation and at how sexy you look like

oof this is so sexy I want to disapear helpsk

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

he can be rough y’know not really hard and fast but yea it depends of his mood

he is the one controlling the pace

even when you ride him , he’d place his hands on your waist/ hips to guild you

but I think he’s more into sensual things

he’d be slow and sensual

really slow when he wants to tease the sh^t out of you

he’d be gentle obv

y’know into vanilla sex

Idk why people think he seems to be into really rough things but I DON’T THINK it’s actually the case

my babie is so soft behind all those muscles uwuuuu

Q= Quickie ( Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often? )

No, quickies mainly have to be done in a risky area and that freaks him out so no

plus he hates feeling rushed.

he’s not the biggest fan but he def. won’t turn you down if you suggest it

he won’t push you away for sure

He finds it kinda hot because it mainly means you are needy for him.

Would rather have proper sex. He likes taking his time so quickies aren’t ideal.

On the very unlikely occasion he’d go for a quickie it would definitely have to be in a place he would never get caught

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He is not that risky, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or to get caught in a sexual act

He has his own boundaries

He is prob open to try new things

he just needs to be convinced first but mainly just to tease you. He wants you to give him reasons

ngl i think he doesn’t know a lot of different kinks and stuffs so he is probably quite open for experimenting ,, curious boy

As long as none of them involve pure pain and violence he’s good.

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

I don’t think I really need to write something for this one? He has a good stamina and can last a long time. I think he starts really slow at the beginning and then uses more force and speed after a while .

SO all night bcs of his crazy stamina , I mean he is pretty athletic so , but again DEPENDS of the day and mood

making love all night , taking his sweet time my fucking heart is beating so fast omgg

doesn’t get tired easily i think ; I mean boy can’t even fall asleep irl

BUT don’t get me wrong he can go for rounds but makes time to appreciate your presence and enjoy having conversations with you , y’know?

So prob tried to not go too crazy bcs he wants to spend time with you afterwards get me

If i have to say the numbers of rounds i’d say 3-5 rounds max . Again , it would depends on his mood and pace

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

Definitely NOT a toy user

he’s not into it at all

a vibrator is what he will use ONLY if you ask him to ( I think you must really insist if you want it )

he def prefers tease you with his fingers , cock but not objects

it’s skin against skin for him ,bye.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

lmao we all know he is a fcking tease

sometimes , I think it comes to him naturally and it’s apart of his personality

he finds it so cute when you’re frustrated ,blushing and super shy ahah ( my body is burning just thinking about him teasing skjls)

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

L O U D.

I mean , please listen to 3RACHA songs , he’s pratically moaning ( that’s so sexy tho *moan*)

deep , or high pitched ( lord help me ) soft grunts

moans , groans , breathy moan ( does not scream that’s it )

please just imagine when he’s getting close and makes those sounds

( i’m the one horny rn , brb imma fix my problem lmao )

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

he loves to hold your hand while you two are having sex ( uwu I’m so in love )

enjoys strip teases. Whether it’s giving or receiving ( lord , imagine him getting rid of his clothes slowly and looking straight into your eyes , biting his lips .. I’M NOT OKAY!!)

loves it when you hold his head while he gives you oral , pulling at his locks

fucking loves buying cute and sexy ( not vulgar ones) lingerie sets for you

not necessarily for sex , he just loves admiring the way you look in black or red lingeries ( or even pastel colors )

he just lives for the moments when you dress up for him , only for him

like knowing he’s the only one who sees

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

long and thick. veiny

6-7 inches

( please i just took a ruler to look at the length , the way i moaned i’m-)

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

normal?, average. 1-3 times a week

but he doesn’t need to have sex every week to stay satisfied

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

depends on how long you two were having sex

of course after a proper after care.

but would rather hold you for a moment , talking with you , making you laugh and smile. It means a lot for him , want to enjoy the warmth of your bodies against each other.

c u d d l e to sleep. uwu cute

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socheckitout-mikey · 4 years

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Can I request a Johnny x soc reader where they hide their relationship and suddenly realize they really dont want to so now they have to adjust

heya birdie! i only really write hc’s so that’s the format they’re in. also, i kinda focused it more heavily on the reader meeting the gang, bc johnny would be pretty set on her meeting them since they’re pretty much his family. i hope you enjoy what i came up with! - mae

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Johnny Dating a Soc Reader and Hiding their Relationship Hc’s:

° None of the gang seemed to pick up on the fact that Johnnycake is dating you, and honestly, Johnny is pretty happy about that. Boii get’s teased enough as it is whenever he does open his mouth, he doesn’t need to be flooded with an onslaught of attention in regards to you.

° It’s just not Johnny’s style to be propped on top of a roof of a building, yowling about how he’s together with you. That’s more of Two-bit’s style. It’s not born out of embarrassment of dating you, someone who’s in a different social class altogether, it’s more over the fact that attention tends to overwhelm Johnny since he’s a raging introvert.

° In fact, Johnny is incredibly ecstatic to have you as his s/o despite the ample amount of insecurities he has about himself and his social status. He considers himself a lucky guy to have bagged someone as amazing and understanding as you. You balance a lot of his anxieties and insecurities out with patience and reassurance: Two things that we all know Johnny desperately lacks outside of the gang.

° Johnny tends to get effortlessly embarrassed whenever the spotlight is scorching on his form. So when you had told him you wanted to keep your relationship a secret, a part of him was incredibly relieved, but not before his mind started racing madly over the negative avenues for your reasoning.

° That other part of him felt ashamed of himself, especially because he primarily thought you were doing this out of the fact you were embarrassed of what others would think of you if they discovered the pair of you were dating.

° Yet you swiftly shutdown those ridiculous avenues of thought, ensuring him that you cared for him deeply and that societies prim and proper nose wouldn’t make you change who you loved, - even if it was upturned -. Similarly to Johnnycake, you relinquished from attention, the sheer thought of all these eyes being on you both made your skin crawl grotesquely.

° And thus began the comfortable pinnacle of your relationship with Johnny Cade. There was never much pressure, the pair of you free in the lack of obligation of speaking about your relationship to anyone else. It was beautiful while it lasted.

° You see, the gang weren’t blind. Soon they began to notice a spring in Johnny’s step, how he spoke a little more, how he disappeared frequently. The amount of times he’d led the gang on wild goose chases across town to lose them somewhere along the way to yours drove him insane!

° Teasing became an ample part of his life, the gang eventually guessing that he was dating someone. And although his crimson cheeks probably gave him away, his mouth never did. But Dally was hot onto the younger boy with a knowing smirk because Johnny may’ve slipped it loose once or twice whilst the guy was drunk: Sometimes, miraculously, Dally remembered his drunk endeavors.

° And your friends... fickle they were! Figured it out two weeks into your relationship with Johnny. Though fortunately for you they were trustworthy folk, they never pushed the topic, ready for whenever you were ready to tell them on your own terms.

° It was incredibly comical when you and Johnny met one night, both wild eyed and slightly breathless. The pair of you were sat in your car, the soft drawl of the radio humming whimsically in the background as Johnny sucked the life out of his tenth cancer stick of the night.

° “We gotta talk-” the paid of you mumbled out desperately in unison, the anxiety shivering in your tones made the pair of you spooked. Now that you look back on it, you laugh.

° “You first-” a unison it was once more and Johnny couldn’t help but crack a wry toothy grin before throwing his cigarette butt out the window.

° “Okay, you shoot first, Y/N.” Johnny stated in a shaky tone, his stammering long gone. You were one of the only people he felt real comfortable talking with.

° “I-I think we should tell our friends, because my friends are figurin’ it out.”

° And that night the pair of you stayed up till the early hours devising a plan on how best to break this to your friends.

° Johnny decided he’d need to pull up his bootstraps and meet your pals first, considering they were the nicest of the bunch. After all, the gang were notorious for being nasty to people they didn’t know, though laid off once they did get to know people. It was precautionary.

° And him meeting your friends went spectacularly! They loved Johnny so much and had nothing but great things to say about him. It was a bit of an ego boost for the kid, albeit incredibly overwhelming. He was still grinning in the vacant lot that night when Dally sat with the kid, fully sober for once.

° “Dal,” Johnny had hummed through the night air, shaking softly as nerves wracked his guts, “I gotta come clean about somethin’.” Did he have to say it so corny?

° “Shoot, Johnny-kid, what’s up?” Dally stated, seriousness taking him by the reins.

° And out it all came...

° Dally was ecstatic to say the least, taunting came out in boisterous fits and soon enough he’d wrestled Johnny into the Curtis house, gloating about how Johnny had snatched himself someone fancy.

° No one believed him initially, but then Johnny told them your name and when I tell you Soda’s jaw slammed onto the floor, it really did. They were so happy for him! And with happiness came the wild teasing of six boisterous boys, all eager to meet the person who’d won Johnny’s attention.

° Johnny was on edge about you meeting the gang, considering that you’d seen some of their antics in person from afar. He assured you that after awhile, they’d lay off; but for now, you’d be like that new attraction at the zoo. You hated that analogy but it made you laugh.

° You’d pretty much prepared yourself for the absolute worst, and although you were scared stiff, you sure didn’t show it. It made Johnny admire you more because you took everything the boys gave you in stride: I mean, it wasn’t like you weren’t a stranger to how teenage boys acted, after all, you did go to school with a whole bunch of em’.

° Darry was the most intimidating besides Dallas, due to his stature and height, but also because of that notorious icy look in his eye. He’d firmly shook your hand, muttering a brief “Hi, I’m Darry,” before slinking back into the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. Darry was a tough nut to crack, something Johnny had told you not to take personally: In fact, Darry really liked you from the moment you walked through the door because you were precisely what Johnny needed in a partner. You were also a good kid, something he hoped eventually would rub off on the other boys, but he wasn’t exactly expecting miracles.

° Sodapop was wild eyed and dreamy as ever, albeit just as dirty as the other boys. He flirted with you every chance he could get, eliciting Johnny to wise off to him; something that made the gang both gawk and simper like wolves.

° “What? You’ve never heard him speak before?” You’d quipped back wittily. You were also weary on how witty you were, seeing as you were typically seen as someone out of their leagues, you didn’t wanna come off as preppy, like you looked down on them. The truth was, you didn’t look down on them. After all, they were important people to Johnny, so they deserved as much respect as anyone else.

° Steve was cocky and smart mouthed, something you had witnessed all too often at school: In fact, you were pretty sure you’d been on the receiving end of his callous words more than once. You took everything he said with a grain of salt. He was also a little intense to begin with, joining in on Soda, Two and Dally flirting with you, but only in the sense to get you to be severely embarrassed.

° And Johnny was almost defensive of you, swatting away the gang and wising off to them to cut it out and leave you alone. He should’ve known better than to rise to their bait, because after all, that’s what they were really looking for; to get him going all red in the face.

° “You guys are nasty! I swear, ain’t nobody was this bad when Evie came round...”

° The minute you’d walked through the front door, Two-bit was hot on your heels, with Dally in tow, attempting to make you laugh up a storm. Well, he did, because it’s Two-bit after all: Who couldn’t that guy make laugh? His flirting would’ve been smooth if not for him having hiccupped halfway through his sentence.

° “Hey, sweet cheeks, why don’t you ditch Johnny for a real good lookin’ man like me, huh sugar?”

° “If the mirrors the one who told you that, then it’s lying.” You quipped back skillfully, more than comfortable taking on someone as wise-cracking as Two. The insult seemed to break the ice somewhat because Two didn’t take anything personally. In fact, all the boys thought it was pretty funny.

° Dally was the one that genuinely terrified you. The lines between a hood and a greaser weren’t present in him after all: Dallas Winston was as bad as they got, like Tim Shepard, and if it weren’t for him being Johnny’s buddy, you’d have avoided him at all costs. You weren’t sold short on his little show at the beginning, flirting with you, pulling on your hair like you were his kid sister or something... Dally found every way to irritate the hell out of you.

° “C’mon now, Dal! Cut that shit out!” Johnny snapped particularly at one point, but he meant business: Johnny never really wised off to anyone, so it took some guts for him to go out for Dally like that. Dally just grinned at him silly before ruffling the kids hair. “Alright, alright! Who knew you dug this one so much, eh?”

° Ponyboy, although quiet, was probably your most favorite of the gang. You really weren’t a stranger to him at school, often having some classes together with him. So it was somewhat refreshing to see someone you knew a little well in class. Every so often you’d catch the kid looking at you apologetically from the dining room whenever Steve or Two would say something that would’ve made anyone else run for the hills.

° “You know, if you keep goin’ like that, Johnny-cakes’ heads gonna burst into flames.”

° Whenever the boys got too rambunctious, Darry would pipe up from the doorway, reminding the boys that they needed to tone it down. After all, they’d promised Johnny they’d be on their best behavior, which in fact, that whole promise had been thrown out the window long ago. You’d just accepted it at this point.

° Eventually nighttime curled over Tulsa Oklahoma, and it was time for you to head on home. As soon as you and Johnny got down to the lot, he was intent on apologizing for their awful behavior, absolutely certain that you wouldn’t wanna be with a bum like him that hung out with trash like that.

° “What’re you apologizin’ for? I like em’. I mean, they’re awful, but...” You grinned at your boyfriend, linking fingers with him.

° “Did Two sneak you some booze?!” Johnny was animated, his voice cracking as it reached an octave that it hadn’t before.

° It did take awhile for the gang to accept you as Johnny’s girlfriend, but that didn’t matter to you as the cat was out of the bag: Outing your relationship to both of your friend groups was probably the best avenue to have gone down, since it was never in either of your guys’s nature to have just shown up to school one day holding hands and all that mushy galore!

° Everyone at school made a huge deal out of you guys dating for about a week until the next ‘crazy’ rumor swept their attention. Although you were still subject to some odd looks and some remarks, the pair of you just ignored them.

° The most the pair of you would do in public was hold hands or Johnny’s arm was around your shoulders. Subtle things. He got a whole ear full from the gang about how whipped he was. Johnny just didn’t dig the whole possessive thing that Dally was into. He didn’t need the whole world watching him make out with you!

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nightowlfandom · 4 years

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Keith (Voltron)- Heat Season

EDIT- I took off the “AU” part because I legit forgot what I was doing lol. No AU here

Hey hey! ANON ASKS

omg. can u do a keith x reader mating szn smut? like it’s his first heat so he locked himself away(f’s in the chat for keith) but the reader went to check on him not knowing a thing(gasp!). keith rlly do be rough at first bc he’s not thinkin straight but then becomes more ✨passionate✨ rough smut at first, then some tenderness(like my dino nuggets. lmao im 20), but then heated passionate smut. *chefs kiss* oui oui baggett

Keith from Voltron?....Cuz that’s what I’m doing for my mental health....And I’m going to hope and pray that’s what you wanted....cuz im doing it. Prepare your diddly hole....that sounded wrong. Hope you like it!

BTW You caught me on an off day, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging.

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Leggo!

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You were confused as to why everyone had insisted you go check up on Keith. Then again the last thing you said to him before he locked himself in his room for 3 days was.

“Wow, it’s so hot in here. I need to change out of these clothes.”

It was a throwaway comment that usually earned you a laugh or two from him. Only this time, it ended with him taking one look at you, and zooming off. Three whole days since then and it felt like you were the only one who wasn’t aware of what was going through his head.

So here you were, standing outside his door. You hesitated for a while, frozen in place.

“He’s your friend.” you declared. “You can do this!” you nodded with determination. You slowly raised your hand and knocked.

“Fuck!” you heard on the other side. “W-Who’s there!”

“It’s me?” you answered, slowly becoming unsure. “Is it a bad time?”

“Y/N!” he grunted. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you! P-please let me in.” you sighed.

“Y/N! It isn’t safe for you to be here!” he sounded in pain.

“Keith! It’s either you let me in or I melt the door down!” you warned. "I have a lighter on me, don’t test whether or not I’m serious.”

Suddenly the door slid open. Without another thought you walked in. His room looked normal. “Keith?”

Just as you got in, the door slammed shut, making you jump. A shirtless Keith stumbled out of the bathroom. His face was completely red and he was sweating. Without a pause, you rushed over to him.

“Y/N!” Keith shuddered. “P-please don’t-”

“Keith!” you cut him off. “You’re burning up!” you put a hand on his forehead. For some reason, he leaned into your touch. He shuddered, his eyes glazing over slowly. This was a side of his you’ve never seen before.

It wasn’t long bore you managed to connect the dots. You couldn’t stop the blush from rising onto your face. “Oh.” was all you could say.

“Y/N...” he dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry.” he whimpered. “It’s...t-too much.” he moaned. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

He rested his head against your stomach. “I want you so bad.” he cried. Like literally cried. “I c-can’t control it.” he whimpered.

“Keith? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, I could’ve-.”

“The only reason I didn’t tell you was because in order to calm it down...I’d have to...have my way with the object of my aggression.” you could tell he was very ashamed. It then dawned on you what he meant when he said he wanted you.

“And...that’s me?” you clarified, voice shaking.

He buried his face into your stomach, tightening his grip around you. “Yes...”

“...Then do it.” you found yourself saying. This caused him to look up in surprise.

“You just made a big mistake, Y/N.” he glowered. A sadistic smile arose on his face. “You just opened yourself up to me.” he scrambled to his feet. Before you knew it, you felt your back hit the door. “Which means I can do whatever I want to you now.”

Keith grabbed a handful of your hair in his fist and bought your lips to his. You winced in pain, feeling him tighten his grip, as if he was scared to let you go. He must have detected this because he moved his hand to the side of your neck.

Your body was flush against the wall and he was pressed against you, covering your body like a blanket. He yanked himself away from you and hoisted you up.

Keith carried you to his bed and practically threw you on the plush surface. In that instant, the tables were flipped. Instead of looking up at you through hooded eyes with a shameful gaze, it was you who was now looking up at him. Keith stared down at you with a glare. You probably looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care.

“How do you want me?” you found yourself asking.

“Fuck.” he whimpered. Just hearing you say that sent him crazy. He could smell sex coming off you, and he wanted to get his hands on you. His mouth, his dick, whatever he could touch you with. He could barely gather his thoughts. Every corner of his mind was occupied by visions of you, imagines, of you, thoughts of you. “Clothes...off...now.”

He didn’t wait for you, instead he ripped your shirt down the back, tearing it to shreds. He gently pushed on your chest, sending you down. Your back in the bed and you didn’t dare try and sit up.

“Is this a good time to mention I went commando today?” you asked aloud. Keith stopped everything he was doing and looked at you. He was expressionless. He didn’t say a word.

“...You’re not wearing any underwear?” he glowered.

“No?” you trailed off. “I didn’t do my laundry.” you admitted.

The remained of your shirt fell in a pool around you. You and Keith had a stare-down, that glossy look returning to his eyes. He hooked his fingers around the hem of your pants and yanked them down. As expected, you were completely exposed to him. No undergarment in sight. Your smell filled his nostrils.

He instantly began fumbling with his pants, unable to control himself anymore. He could see that you were already excited down there and he was growing inpatient.

He grabbed hold of your thighs and thrust himself into your tightness, earning a surprised moan from you. You felt better than he thought you would. You fit him perfectly, like a sheath built for a special type of sword.

“Fu-...Ungh...-” He could barely make words as he pumped into your wetness. “Y/N.” he grunted. “You’re mine.” he growled. “Mine. If anyone else touches you after today, they’ll have me to answer to.” he croaked.

You were at a point where you couldn’t make any words, your body had reacted to him in a way where you felt like a slave to his touch. Was is pheromones? It was probably pheromones...you’d have to ask later.

“I wanna- I wanna kiss you.” Keith fought to speak as he slammed his hands on either side of your head. As promised, he lazily crashed his mouth over yours. His kiss was sloppy and lazily, his lips leaving a thin line of drool as he kissed down your neck.

He rolled his hips against yours, groaning at each thrust. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to last long. That didn’t stop him from speeding up.

“Y/N.” he moaned again. With each sloppy thrust, his name left your lips, sounding more and more guttural before he spilled into you. He yanked his length out of your hole, splattering the entire front of your body in his cum.

You looked like a pretty sight. You were officially marked by him. When you looked up, that hungry gaze was still strewn across his face. You noticed his eyes were still focused on your heat. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

He met your eyes for a split second before giving you a lewd smirk. He winked at you before scooting back to lay on his stomach.

“K-keith. We just fin-ISHED.” you tried to say. Keith had attached his mouth to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I know.” he stopped to speak for a bit. “I didn’t feel you cum for me though.”

“You can tell?!” you look down surprised. No, you didn’t fake it...but you didn’t think he would go this mile.

“Of course I can fucking tell...you’re mine remember?” he giggled before lashing his mouth against you again. You could feel tears of pleasure welling up at the corners of your eyes. Your fists clenched the sheets under you. It was like he had full control of you. You felt his fingers pump into you again, fucking his cum back into you. (I’m such a thot omg)

Your orgasm came like an avalanche. A mixture of loud cries and moans ripped through the air. Surely anyone who had been around could hear.

You were just worried about what would happen tomorrow.

...

“NOT A WORD!” you threateningly held up a butter knife to Lance not even three hours later.

“Just saying...I was on the other side of the-”

“SHUT UP!” you cut him off.

“...Was he good though?”

“I said shut up!” you groaned, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m just saying...those hickeys aren’t gonna heal for a while.” he shrugged, laughing out loud as he walked away.

“Fuck me!” you seethed, trailing your fingers over your aching skin.

“What was that?” Keith seemingly appeared out of nowhere. You dropped the butter knife, feeling his broad chest up against your back. “Did you say to-”

“In the kitchen though?!” you squeaked. “Bad dog! Very bad!” you whimpered, melting into his touch anyways.

“Don’t worry, it only lasts a week.” he giggled in your ear.

A week...lord help you.

“Maybe longer if I like you enough.”

....Fuck

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personuhh · 4 years

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okay so awhile ago you posted something about Yosuke (crazy, right?) and in the tags I believe you mentioned something about how you don’t like Yosukes parents? Could you elaborate? bc I have not stopped thinking about it since you mentioned it (sorry this is so vague my memory is horrid skjdjfjgj)

OYSUEJGHHBKEJHDSGVDH oh my god okay SO. At first I just got ~vibes~ from him... like, I couldn’t quite pin down what made me think he had abusive parents, because obviously he never says anything to indicate it explicitly, but then I started noticing... small things.

I don’t want to say outright that I think they’re abusive (physically or verbally) and I also don’t think that Yosuke hates them, or necessarily even sees anything wrong with how they treat him, but I do think that their behavior has severely impacted Yosuke and led to a lot of the negative traits he displays.

To me, the most telling example is this conversation where he talks about Teddie being praised by his parents for being “thoughtful” very pointedly in front of him. It seems to be a reoccurring thing where they compare him to other people (primarily Teddie) and make him feel inferior. Yosuke’s a bit of a pushover, and frequently gets taken advantage of monetarily, and in this case he’s caved and lent Teddie a significant chunk of his savings for their trip to Tatsumi Port Island... only for him to spend it on presents to suck up to Yosuke’s parents which makes Yosuke look unthoughtful. Yosuke clearly sees it that way, even if Teddie hadn’t intentionally planned it out from the start as such (he calls Teddie “surprisingly shrewd”).

Yosuke gets told off either because a) he didn’t want to fight back/argue, and instead just took a passive stance instead of telling his parents that he was the one to lend Teddie the money in the first place, and thus didn’t have any left to buy them gifts, or b) his parents think so little of him that they don’t believe him at all. He specifically says he doubts his parents understand, which makes me think that he did try to explain the situation.

There are also several instances of a large Junes event being Yosuke’s responsibility, or at least of him thinking that he has to scramble to make things work, like the Junes concert, where he says he’ll have to move away if it doesn’t pan out; maybe this is his own thinking, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if it was something his dad said to scare him into helping, especially considering he MUST know that Yosuke is friends with Rise, or the time during the summer where he calls Yu and begs him to help out. Yosuke isn’t a manager, but he’s still got all the responsibilities of one, and even tries his best to work out other employees’ problems as well (look at his SL).

The Junes concert in particular really sent up some red flags for me, especially because Yosuke says this.

“Awfully nice for some reason”?

Yosuke’s got terrible self-esteem, there are countless times where he’s shown to be overwhelmed and embarrassed by completely genuine praise from his friends. In one of the drama CDs he mentions that he intentionally doesn’t try his best in school because he doesn’t want to disappoint himself by doing poorly while also knowing that he gave his all. It really makes me think that his parents just have an abysmally low opinion of him, and he’s adopted that same view of himself.

There’s also several scenes where he talks about his parents finding his porn (or Teddie showing it to them) and in his SL he says his mom “read the title out loud to [his] family” which on top of obviously indicating his family is pretty conservative about that kind of thing, also means he’s had to learn to be secretive with them to some extent. In Arena, Yosuke’s mother goes as far as burning the porn Teddie finds. Even if it's meant to be humorous, Yosuke's property is still being destroyed.

Now these next few things are more... abstract and can definitely be argued, but personally I still find them important to point out when discussing the topic.

Yosuke obviously struggles with toxic masculinity, and similarly to Kanji, feels like he needs to be the ideal, strong man that protects the weak, etc. Even without looking at specific dialogue, you can tell that Yosuke’s been raised to think he needs to be a “real” man, that displaying more “feminine” behaviors is a sign of weakness; because that isn’t just subtextual, it’s something he very visibly displays, it’s part of his arc. He can’t mourn and cry, he has to get revenge (because he couldn’t protect Saki at the time and he watched helplessly as she died, it makes it his fault), he says hugs are for girls (a common sentiment, but he had to learn it from somewhere), and any time he slips up and reveals his actual feelings, he has to overcompensate, let everyone know that he’s just your average teenage boy who’s definitely interested in women. Yosuke’s not the most masculine guy, he likes fashion and cares about his appearance (the bar is so low) and I’d bet that if he were given space to explore his interests without any expectations, he might actually find he’s into stuff that goes against what he’s been taught. He admits to liking crossdressing, then walks it back; not because he’s ashamed of it (on the contrary, once he realizes people found him cute, he openly brags about it), but because he thinks he SHOULD be ashamed of it.

It’s why he feels so threatened by Kanji, who completely takes him by surprise when he realizes his outer appearance and interests don’t match up. Now Yosuke’s got to compete with Kanji over who’s the manliest, show that he’s not like Kanji, because Kanji’s already accepted that side of himself, and it totally goes against everything Yosuke’s been taught to think is “normal”.

So then we look at lines like this.

On its own it’s nothing special, but it’s not just the slogan itself, it’s the way that Yosuke specifically says that his dad is still saying it. Combining this with what I mentioned previously about Yosuke’s behavior, and a few other tidbits, like Teddie mentioning that he watches violent war movies with Yosuke’s dad, it definitely makes me think he’s the type of guy who’d try and push Yosuke into being more masculine, being a traditional, unshakable, unemotional man.

Lastly, there’s the recently identified album on Yosuke’s shelf in arena, and what do you know, one of the songs on it (The Chain, by Mr. Big) has these lyrics...

In my mind, I see Yosuke’s mother as an incredibly controlling, strict woman who expects her son to be utterly perfect, and even when he’s good, it’s never good enough. Yosuke’s father is busy with Junes, and while he isn’t around the house too often, Yosuke sees him at work quite a bit, large and in-charge, not allowing anyone to see weakness, he leans on his son because he can’t bring himself to ask for help. Yosuke’s left to pick up the slack, and he’s taught by example that relying on others is cowardly, that being intimidating gets you further than being “nice”. Even though Yosuke obviously goes against this, he can't fully commit for fear of standing out and disappointing his parents, and that makes him passive; he ends up being a pushover, and neither of his parents are happy about that. He’s a “disappointment” to them, it’s one of his defining traits that everyone loves to bring up. It's something that's shown to really get under his skin, but he can never do much more than get angry, because he truly thinks he is a disappointment, he doesn't think highly of himself, even if he protests.

Maybe I’m reading into all of these things a little too much, but... I don’t know, I’ve said it before, but I just don’t see how half of Yosuke’s personality would have been shaped by anything other than his parents being Not Great.

#ada's writing #yosuke's parents #yosuke hanamura #yosuke appreciation #WHEW. THIS WAS A LONG ONE.#i literally spent like 3 hours on this and i still couldn't find most of the examples i wanted to lol #mentions of abuse #mentions of neglect #official-redhood #ask ada #ada's analysis #yosuke meta

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blazedgraysons · 4 years

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okay so i didn’t really want to send a concept to you bc for some reason this anon thing scars me but... virgin reader and gray? mayb he eats her out idk?

A/N: wait honestly i’m so sad that this whole anon thing scares you. like feel free to come talk to me whenever you want, anon or not. but thank you for the request, sweet nonny, i hope i do it justice.

Also!!!! Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of . Literally doesn’t matter when you lose it as long as it’s with someone you trust and you’re okay with!! Now let’s get into it.

Warnings: yeah this is literally 2.8k words of just gray wanting to fuck. it’s nsfw for sure

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You weren’t trying to blueball Grayson, at least not intentionally.

It had started one Saturday night. You were in bed, flipping through some magazine when Grayson walked in from his shower. Your relationship is still very new, having just become comfortable to spend the night with one another.

He’s wearing nothing but a tiny pair of black briefs, water droplets sliding down his chest and towards his-

“Hey. Eyes up here.” He jokes, tilting your chin so you're looking at one another. You close your mouth, not even realizing you had started drooling. He’s smug, smirking when he discovers the effect he has on your body.

“Hey.” You whisper, still wrapped up entirely in the presence of your boyfriend.

“ Hi.” He whispers back, moving closer until his lips are brushing yours. You pull him into you, wrapping a hand around his neck so he can kiss you properly. It’s overwhelming, body heat radiating onto you, and you can’t touch him anywhere without feeling skin. This is the territory you’re most familiar with, making out needily like the both of you are high schoolers again. You’re still trying to pull him closer to you, not being able to get enough of him, and it’s not long before he’s crawling onto the bed with you.

He leans down, trying to get you to lie back, and you’re so distracted by what he's doing with his mouth that you don’t even notice his hand moving towards your leg. He trails his hand up your thigh, rough and calloused fingers moving higher and higher until -

You jump, trying to move away from him, and he pulls away rapidly, concern written all over his face.

“You good?”

“I need to pee.” You both speak at the same time. He looks at you for a moment, taking in your frantic, almost scared expression. Your eyes are wide and not meeting his gaze, breathing heavily. He’s not stupid; he can tell something else is bothering you, but you didn’t bring it up so he’s not going to press you.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You scramble out of bed and practically run to the bathroom. You know you’re overreacting and should probably just be honest with him. But you don’t want him to look at you different, embarrassed that he’ll only see you as inexperienced, innocent, and want to find someone else who can please him.

You splash some water on your face and walk back into the bedroom, Grayson dressed and some wilderness survival video playing on his phone. You kiss his cheek before turning to sleep away whatever shame you’re feeling, and not another word is said.

The second incident happens a few days later. You wanted to surprise Grayson with vegan french toast, for once, instead of the other way around. You had planned to make him breakfast in bed, but ever the early riser, he’s up before you can even put the food in the pan.

“What’s this, Angel?” He sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You jump slightly before turning to kiss him.

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, but you woke up too early.” He hums, watching over your shoulder as you measure out the egg substitute before placing kisses on your neck. What starts off as light and playful turns into deep sucks, sloppily kissing your neck in hopes of ending this morning differently than you had planned.

“ What’s up with you today, Bailey? You’re never this nice to me in the morning.” You moan softly at a particularly harsh suck, knowing that you’re probably going to have to go heavy on the makeup today.

“Don’t know. Think I just woke up hungry for you instead.” His voice is shot, gravelly with sleep and horniness. You’d be turned on if he didn’t press himself against you at that moment, letting you feel all of him.

“Gray.”

He hums, showing he’s listening, but more preoccupied with trying to move his hands under your leggings. You move away from him once his hands slip under your waistband. He looks at you, head cocked like a puppy. You get a chance to take a good look at him, clad in only his L.A. Kings sweatshirt and briefs. His hair is messy from sleep, but if you’re honest, all you can see is his morning wood. He looks at you expectantly, waiting to hear why you stopped him.

“I don’t want the toast to burn.”

He looks at the stove, then at you, then back at the stove.

“Angel, it’s not even on.” He places his hand in the pan, proving his point.

“Yeah, but if it gets too hot when I do turn it on, the toast will burn easier. Simple science, Gray.” You both know what you’re saying makes absolutely no sense. Still, you’ve turned around, finishing making his breakfast and changing the subject.

Grayson looks like he wants to say something, but he drops it as well, answering questions about whatever workout he has planned today even though he knows you have zero interest. He makes a note to ask you about this later, but ultimately forgets about it, giving you a few more days of peace.

The final straw is a movie night.

You’re both laid up on the couch, scrolling through the different titles on Netflix. You’re lying on top of him, Grayson’s arm wrapped lazily around your stomach. His hand traces small patterns while clicking on a title to read a description before moving on to the next.

“What do you think?” You look up from your phone, noticing he’s stopped on some random documentary. You honestly don’t really care what Grayson picks, more than content to just spend time with him.

“I don’t care, amour. You choose.” The tracing on your stomach stops at the nickname, and you feel his breath hitch before he starts the patterns again.

“You know, I don’t think it really matters.”

“It doesn’t?” You look at him, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t think we’re going to be doing that much watching anyways.” He moves you over so you’re lying on top of him, faces mere inches away from each other.

“Oh, really? Shame because I was really looking forward to,” You turn to check the screen “Velvet buzzsaw.” He laughs a little before his face turns serious again. You watch as he struggles to focus on you, eyes fluttering down to your lips every few seconds.

“Yeah, a shame.” He mutters, pulling you closer. He kisses you, and your heart rate doubles. If there’s anything about Grayson, it’s that he never does anything halfway. He always kisses you like it’s the first time, making you want to fall in love with him all over again.

It doesn’t take too long for Grayson to become restless, wanting to start moving the night in a different direction. His hand slowly moves toward your ass, squeezing lightly. His kisses down your neck, sucking hard while he subconsciously grinds into you. It isn't until he starts pulling at your shirt, gesturing for you to take it off, that you pull away again.

“Okay, what’s wrong, Y/N?” He sits up to face you, breathing heavily.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean any time I, y’know, try and do anything with you, you just stop me. Do you not want to sleep with me?” His mind is going a mile a minute, frustrated and confused by your hot and cold tendencies. He doesn’t want to pressure you, more than willing to do whatever you need to feel comfortable. However, the lack of explanation is leaving him baffled.

“Are you not attracted to me?” He asks slowly, trying to consider every option in his mind. You stare at him like he'd suddenly grown two heads.

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“So... so what’s going on, Y/N?” He runs a shaky hand through his hair, “I mean, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, but you gotta understand, you’re killing me here.” He smiles weakly. You lean you head back, closing your eyes before blurting out,

“It’snotthatI’mnotattractedtoyouI’mjustavirgin.” You rush it out, mumbling, and Grayson’s not even sure if you were speaking English at that point.

“I’m sorry?” You look at him, bewildered that he would apologize, before realizing he’s just asking for a repetition. You sigh and take a deep breath before repeating,

“It’s not that I’m not attracted to you. I’m just a virgin.” You close your eyes again, waiting for teasing or whatever cruel expectations your brain has given you. Instead, Grayson surprises you.

“That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it? Yes, that’s it.”

“I mean, I understand if you’re embarrassed, but Angel, it’s not that embarrassing.” You finally open your eyes to look at him, still expecting to see him holding back laughs or looking at you with pity. Instead, he’s just looking at you with more love and adoration than you’ve ever seen.

“I know it’s not, and I know it’s stupid. I’ve just always wanted it to be with the right guy, and I know for a fact that it’s you. It’s just-“ You pause, not wanting to be even more vulnerable than you’re already being.

“Just what?” He questions, softly encouraging you to continue.

“It’s just what if I’m not good enough for you. What if I’m not as good as the other girls you’ve been with, and you decide you don’t want to be with me anymore.” He does snort loudly at that.

“Where would you even get that from? I’m not with you because I expect you to be like super good at sucking dick or some bullshit. I’m with you because I'm in love with you, and if that means waiting days, weeks, or years until you’re ready, I’m fine with that. I just want you to be honest and not feel like you can’t tell me these things.” His confession leaves you warm, more in love than you’ve been before, even if it’s not the most ideal circumstances.

“But, I don’t want you to be like unhappy or unsatisfied until I’m ready.”

“So, let’s go slow.” He suggests.

“Slow?” You cock your head, not really understanding where he was going with this.

He hums in agreement, “Yeah. We’ll take it step-by-step. Whatever you’re okay with, I’m okay with.”

You lean in, kissing him again, but this time you’re leading. You push him back into the couch, crawling into his lap. He moans lowly, happy with the attention, and holds you closer to him. You grab the back of his shirt, pulling at it to get him to take it off. Grayson grabs your hand, stopping you before pulling away. You lean in again, wanting to continue with where you were going.

“ Woah, angel, slow down. We’re not gonna do this now; I want to actually make it special for you. “ You whine at that, appreciating the fact that Grayson cares enough to want to make it memorable and romantic for you, but you feel more than ready to show how much you love him in the most intimate way. He notices your frustration, letting out a deep breath before suggesting,

“We can always do something else.”

“Something else.” You agree, dazed and just drunk off the Grayson Dolan effect. He smirks at your response and moves you from on top of him.

Your heart drops to your stomach when Grayson slides off the couch, onto his knees, and in between your legs.

He grabs the waistband of your shorts, kissing where the elastic meets the skin. You can’t take your eyes off of him, watching as he takes in every inch that’s exposed as he pulls your shorts down. He tosses them over his shoulder while taking in what’s before him. He kisses your inner right thigh, moving higher to the apex before switching to the other one. He repeats this on the other leg.

“You okay?” He checks in with you, wanting to make sure he’s never doing too much or not enough. You nod eagerly, not wanting him to stop now that he’s begun.

He takes a moment before continuing, softly kissing your clit over your underwear. You hold your breath, watching as he places another kiss, and another, and another before he’s gently sucking it into his mouth. The pleasure isn’t overwhelming, underwear still providing a barrier from what his mouth can truly offer. Nevertheless, you whimper slightly, and Grayson groans at the sound. He let’s go, starting to pull down your underwear, eyes checking in with you again. You nod, and he pulls your thong down, exposing yourself for him. You try and close your legs, not missing the way his eyes darken a full shade, and his stare grows more intense. He moves them apart, pulling a leg over his shoulder so he has full access.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Grayson takes a deep breath, wanting to savor this. He would be the first man (and hopefully last) to touch you like this, to hear what it sounds like you when someone feels the most sensitive parts of you, to see what it looks like when your cum. Frankly, the thought makes his head spin, and at this point, he doesn’t know whether he’s doing this more for him or for you.

He kisses your clit again, this time the feeling stronger with nothing blocking the way. He pulls away, checking your reaction for any discomfort before licking you slowly. He uses two fingers to spread you apart, giving him full opportunity to do whatever his heart desires.

He tastes you growing wetter, sweet musk feeling the air, and he’s already addicted, more than content to die in between your legs. He fully takes your clit into his mouth, suckling slightly. You’re whimpering lowly, trying to hold back any noises. Grayson, however, wants the opposite.

“C’mon, let me hear you.” He leans back, voice hoarse, weak, and so fucking wrecked. His lips are swollen and shiny, and you could cry from just how erotic it all looks. He leans back, giving your clit a long hard suck, and you nearly scream, crying out from the blinding, white-hot pleasure he’s giving you.

“There she is.” He groans, more than pleased with himself. He takes a finger, scooping up some of your wetness before slowly inserting it.

His dick twitches, and it takes everything in him not to cum right there. You feel so warm and wet and so fucking tight. You’re gripping him like a vice, and if that’s how you feel with one finger, he has no idea what he’s gonna do when he actually fucks you.

“ Fuck, Grayson. So good.” You can feel yourself leaking onto the couch, and the noises he’s making are obscene. You would feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact that you think you’re gonna cum.

He adds another finger, trying to stretch you out. He’s entirely making out with your pussy now, eyes closed, and just enjoying everything about this. He’s slurping up everything you release for him, and it’s wet, messy, and sloppy just the way he loves it.

You thought you would know what to expect when you came, having made yourself cum plenty of times yourself. But nothing could prepare you for an orgasm brought on by Grayson Dolan.

The coil tightly wounded in your stomach suddenly snaps, releasing waves of pleasure all over your body. Grayson leans back, not wanting to miss your face when he makes you cum for the first time out of many. Your head thumps on the back of the couch, mouth falling into a perfect O, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Grayson’s hooked and continues to pump his fingers slowly, not being able to tear his eyes away from how hot you look.

When you’re finally done, he moves his hand up to his mouth, sucking whatever’s left on his fingers, dark eyes stuck on you. If you weren’t so exhausted, you swear you would’ve fucked him then and there.

“Well?” He asks, watching you put yourself back together.

“Holy shit.” You breathe out, brain completely turned to mush, and not able to form anything remotely coherent. He laughs loudly, leaning back on his shoulders to look at you.

“Do you want me to-“ You gesture to his lower half, dick still very hard and not going away.

“No, I’m good. Step-by-step remember. I’m going to use the bathroom for a second though” He gets up, stretching nonchalantly before walking away. You get up as well, making his favorite snacks and queuing up his favorite movie. He deserves it. And when you wake him up with head the next morning, let’s just say it’s because he deserves that too.

#this whole thing reminds me of lara jean and peter #could not tell you why #grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan smut #dolan twins #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins x reader #dolan twins fic #dolan twins smut #blazedwritings

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years

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𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

fluff, Haechan (donghyuck) x reader

♬ listen to: I.F.L.Y. by bazzi

warnings: a bit of swearing, hyuck being a bit of an asshole

You were infuriating to him. Absolutely and completely infuriating. When Mark introduced you to the boys and everyone just collectively fell for you he already had enough.

Like yeah, so what if you were cute? And so what if you were probably the sweetest person that has ever stumbled across the messy dorm? It wasn’t like he just had to straight up fall for you, right?

Wrong

Of course he did and it turned him grumpy and mean at first, because this man was in complete and utter denial.

He would probably try to pick fights with you just so that you would give him an ounce of your attention he so desperately craved. Just to make sure he somehow lingered in the back of your mind the whole time. That idiot.

Would jump from sweet to mean like a ball in a game of ping pong and sometimes you had troubles keeping up. For example one moment he scolds you for bumping into him because you were too distracted ogling the city around you and the next he would pull you close (with an eyeroll of course) to prevent losing you and intertwine his fingers with yours. For safety reasons of course, wink wonk

Back in the dorm he would act like that didn’t even happen. He? Holding your hand even when there were almost no people around? Voluntarily? Never. Johnny, stop laughing.

He would slowly start doing little things for you, and first you wouldn’t even really notice bc he sure was subtle about it. Subtle and he would make sure to tease you about something right after, just to distract you from the fact that he just fixed your collar or prevented your phone from slipping out of your pocket. Not like he constantly watched you from the corner of his eyes. Nope never, not him.

Would go sooo much softer for you. Like lowering his voice a bit when talking to you, or turning towards you with his whole body if you said something. Just making you feel heard, almost subconsciously. But then he could just switch and the sweetish hyuck would completely disappear.

He would bicker with you about anything but make it all personal on purpose. Simply because he couldn’t deal with the fact that you meant so much to him.

It did happen that you just got up from the table and left because he crossed some kind of line again and ignored Jaemins kick under the table telling him to stop. And he would just sit there, fuming and ashamed and suffering from the causes of his own actions, under the judging stares of his friends.

Mark would always follow you out after some time to check up on you and that would drive Haechan mad. Because dammit shouldn’t he...?

And you would not look at him for the rest of the night, maybe even the morning after. He would tho, he would constantly give you little glances and peak over, kinda hoping you would too.

One evening that happened again, he made an unnecessary remark that tipped you over. So you just took a deep breath, a bit shaky because he had again not failed to hit home with his sharp words. This time you didn’t storm off you just quietly excused yourself from the table after five minutes of sitting there in complete silence.

And the table fell completely quiet immediately and all eyes snapped to the young man sitting there with this conflicted look on his face. Jaehyun would just sigh and Mark glare before getting up.

"I’ll go check up on-"

"No! I...I should.“

Took everyone by surprise for sure but Haechan was determined now.

Thinks about knocking but because he has a bunch of eyes burning into his back, he decides to just jump in head first. Immediately closes the door behind him.

You’re curled up on your bed with your phone, typing furiously. Probably about him. He swallowed dryly and kept waiting in the dimmed room for you to look up.

"If he could just- h-hyuck?“

Cue, embarrassed neck scratch. You just watch him for a sec before pushing your pillows aside and making space for him to sit down with you. He‘s trying to muster an apology that kinda makes sense, somehow, but he’s pretty bad at it at the moment. So you just sigh and look him straight in the eye.

"I don’t know who they are that mess with your head like that but you got to stop letting it out on me, Hyuck.“

"T-they?"

"You look like someone’s rejecting you for the longest time and you’re fed up with it. It’s just something about...how you act sometimes. So?"

And Hyuck found himself at a loss of words. How was he going to explain to you that this person was right there, sitting in front of him, probably still hurt from what he had said during dinner?

"You don’t have to tell me who, you know? But maybe I can help you?“

Of you were honest, the thought of Haechan being in love with someone almost hurt more than all he ever said to you combined. Because dammit, you were absolutely whipped for him and for what? You asked yourself that many times until you concluded that you probably fell in love with the sweet and caring Hyuck that peeked through at times.

You also cursed him for it, him and his pretty face.

"You."

not his smoothest move, admittedly. Plus, you were taken aback quite a bit. You what? What did he mean now? Did you miss the first part of his sentence or something?

"It’s you who’s messing with my head."

Oh.

Now you finally understood. You also understood the troubled look he wore at times, that conflicted scowl and you finally understood his constant nitpicking of everything you did abs said. Not that you approved of it but at least you understood now.

You were also freaking out internally because oh my god he liked you?!

Hyuck on his part regrets being born and scrambles back on his feet and retreats towards the door.

"Im sorry for earlier. I’m an asshole I know."

Like you were just gonna let him leave after saying stuff like that. There’s nothing but defeat in his eyes and you almost couldn’t believe a man could be so blind.

Like could he really not see how much he meant to you despite the constant bickering? Why did he think would you keep up with the constant teasing and still spend time around him and and and, if there wasn’t at least a tiny bit of love behind it?

As stubborn as oblivious, the good boy.

"We’re not done here."

You just take his hand and make him stop right here and there.

"So you like me?"

He can’t even look at you anymore. Never thought a wall could be so interesting. So all you get is a short, firm nod. Also, he certainly wasn’t blushing from the neck upwards and his hands weren’t shaky at all.

Your light giggle takes him aback and he looks back at you in confusion when your lips are already his.

And Haechan melts into you, like his whole body first freezes up and then immediately crashes into you. Such an eager kisser. Maybe misses your lips three, four times but who’s counting anyways.

"I like you too, Hyuck.“

Honestly, his brain malfunctioned the second you had your lips against his the first time, so don’t even expect an answer now.

He just presses his lips against yours again, as if to make sure that he one hundred percent is not dreaming and you really really like him.

Oh my god you like him.

Mark‘s gonna have his head.

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thealexchen · 3 years

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So I really appreciate the people I’ve met via the LiS series fandoms over the years (& especially the meta I’ve read & been inspired by- it got me back into writing myself after a dry spell that lasted years!) But lately I’ve genuinely been deeply embarrassed about associating not w/ people, but w/ “fandom” as a concept, if that makes sense. Like, there are genuinely many people who think “fandom people” are insufferable, “cringe”, that they should be creating media that “actually matters,

instead of fan-work that you only do because it’s trendy.” And that certain people “define themselves by the fandoms they’re in and “fandom culture” and that’s pathetic.” (I’m not sure what that or “fandom culture” means, exactly.) I’m pretty new to existing in fandom spaces, but I write stuff about & draw LiS characters bc the games have been special interests of mine for years as someone who’s autistic. Despite their flaws, they really changed my life in a deeply positive way, & got me through some very traumatic times when I had no support system. That being said, the above stuff just gets to me a lot bc it makes me ashamed that fandom as a whole is thought of as cringe/embarrassing & fanwork no value/is a reason to feel embarrassed in some peoples’ eyes because it’s not original material. It often holds great meaning for those who make it, so that should count for something, right? It also just feels like there are so many gross generalizations….

It’s totally okay and possible to enjoy and draw or write about a piece of media without considering yourself part of the “fan community,” because that kind of engagement isn’t for everyone. And I think it’s very fair and valid to want to dissociate from fandom as a concept. Once you have enough people for a “fandom," there’s the inevitable slippage into a mob mentality in which opinions conglomerate. These spaces can quickly become extremely exclusive and toxic echo-chamber and it can become suffocating to even exist with alternate opinions. For you, it sounds like you don’t mind being around “people who like LiS fans,” but don’t want to identify as part of the fandom. That’s fine! On the flip side though, it's totally okay to want to be a part of a fandom! You're not "cringey" or contributing to toxic behavior simply by wanting to be part of a group. It’s not fair that people shut down fandom as “cringey” to make others feel bad, and I’m very sorry that it has affected you to this extent.

As for what fandom culture is, there’s no dictionary definition, but I consider it a combination of the “good” (the individual artists and fans who contribute to fan works and discussion about the media) and the “bad” (the mob mentality and echo chamber that inevitably forms when you get a big group of people together and some dominant opinions emerge out of the homogenized image of the fans).

The reason why I say that fandom culture is all secondary is because you should consume media and react/create fan works for your own sake. Draw what you want to draw. Write what you want to write. Read what you want to read. Create fan works that make you happy, and others may follow. And if they don’t, that’s okay too, because the value of what you create is never dependent on how many people see it. And you’re absolutely right that it still counts for something because it means something to the creator— its value shouldn’t depend on how “original” it is. Isn’t every idea derivative of something else?

You said that the LiS series has helped you get past a writing block, that it’s a special interest of yours, has gotten you through tough times, and has overall impacted your life positively. Own that. Those experiences, feelings, and memories belong to you, and you don’t have to listen to anyone else tell you otherwise. I hope that helps ❤️

#anon #fandoms #life is strange #life is strange true colors #answered asks #lis #listc

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hinatas-sunshine · 4 years

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Synopsis: You’re the sweet, sweet manager of the Karasuno Volleyball team - Here’s all the reasons they adore you!

Genre: FLUFF

A/N for requester: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this and I hope you have a good day :) sorry this too so long

A/N: Hey guys! I hope y’all are having a wonderful day! Thanks for all the support and for almost 200 followers?! Y’all are so cool! Requests are open, KITHES! ❤️

p.s. I had to end it Bc I wanted to keep writing it but I didn’t want to write too much and overwhelm you guys so sorry that is stopped abruptly and if this is kinda bad - I was trying to get my ideas out fast hehe

• You love being Karasuno’s second year manager

• You’re Kiyoko’s best friend and when she asked you to help her you couldn’t say no

• When you joined all hell broke loose - not in a bad way either, your chaotic nature clashed with Noya & Tanaka’s perfectly it was almost scary

“Kiyoko! Marry me please!”

“Kiyoko! You look nice today!”

“Kiyoko! I got you this flower...”

• Kiyoko loves you so she took your flower and patted your head hehe

• When everything went wrong you were beginning to lose hope - Tanaka, Kyoko, Suga, Daichi, Ennoshita - everyone was upset but you tried to keep it together

• You went with the boys to watch the the incoming players for the year - as they spoke your eyes were shining so bright at excitement

“Y/n don’t get to excited - didn’t you have to go to the bathroom?”

“Shut up Daichi! yes I did...”

• You skipped over to the bathroom and saw an orange haired kid, his eyes went wide when he saw your Karasuno jacket

“Woahhhh! You go to Karasuno!? That’s where I want to go!”

• You gasped excitedly before patting his head

“Well! I’m your senpai starting now! I’ll be watching you!”

• He nodded with an “mhm mhm” coming out of him before you continued skipping to the bathroom

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• When he first came into the gym you noticed the boys already around a black haired first year but you automatically spotted a jumping mop of ginger hair

“It’s you!”

• He jumped at your loud voice before you walked over shaking the poor younger boy

“S-senpai!”

“Oi! Why does she get to be called senpai?!”

“Because I’m cooler Tanaka!”

• Suga and Daichi shook their heads at you and Tanaka’s banter, Hinata a little dizzy from the shaking

• You walked up to Kageyama and looked at up him - you placed your hands on his cheeks making his lips form a smile

“Better!”

• You smiled and held out your hand

“L/n Y/n! You must be Tobio Kageyama!”

• You let go of his cheeks and shook his hand, he took it and shook your hand back. You saw Hinata losing it

• You watched the two boys end up in an argument and Daichi kick them out

• When he did you walked out with a volleyball and a tiny snack

“Hey! You two must be a little hungry and must wanna play after being out here all day huh?”

• You handed them the ball and the snacks sitting with them on the floor while they snacked

• They talked about challenging the boys while you sat there listening

“You two are weird...”

• Both of them looked at you and you laughed lightly

“As your senpai, I’ll do anything I can to make sure you play!”

• Both of their eyes grew wide with sparkles, you nodded and stood up taking the ball in your hands

“Let’s practice!”

• Many morning practices later you caught the two first years constantly napping with their head on your lap or shoulder during lunch while you wrote notes on their skills and to talk to Daichi about

• You walked into the gym seeing the other two first years talking to Daichi, Suga and Tanaka

• Tsukki gave you the cold shoulder while Yamaguchi bowed slightly

• You placed a small pat on his head smiling at him before turning to Tsukki and smiling at him holding out your hand

• He took it and you shook it like a maniac

“Hi! I’m y/n and I’m your senpai and one of your managers!”

• This automatically made him soften up a little to you

“Tsukki are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“She shook you pretty hard.”

“I did not!”

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• After school before practice you walked in with four snacks and cartons of milk - you placed them in the first years hands

“Snacky time! I don’t want you guys starving so this should hold you guys until practice is over.”

Tsukki: I’m not that hungry-

Y/n: EAT IT OR ILL FORCE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT

• He jumped slightly and mumbled an okay before eating it

• When Suga, Daichi and Asahi walked in to the first years sitting on the floor drinking milk and eating snacks with you supervising - they marveled are the sight. How did you keep them so calm?

Kageyama: OI! BOKE! THATS MY MILK

Hinata: K-Kageyama! You drank yours already!

Y/n: Stop arguing! Kageyama here’s another milk. Dumb cow juice drinker...

• He automatically took the milk and started drinking the milk while the third years just laughed

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• After a particularly long day - Hinata was worn out, falling asleep while helping everyone clean up

“Pssst... Hinata...”

• He slowly lifted his head with his closing eyes and walked over to you after finishing his cleaning

• You mentioned for him to sit next to you and he listened while you laid his head on you lap

“Take a small nap, I’ll make sure no one wakes you up.”

• He nodded and dozed off almost immediately

• Noya ran up and was about to shout at Hinata but you stopped him and glared at him saying in a low voice

“If you wake him up you won’t sleep a wink tonight Nishinoya.”

• He backed away before running off to hide behind Asahi who also had wide eyes at your burning ones

• Your scowl changes automatically to a smile when Yamaguchi approaches

• You tell him to sit with you and he does laying his head on your shoulder before falling asleep as you two lean against a wall

• You glared at anyone who dared to say anything as they all just continued what they were doing knowing not to bother the two sleeping boys on your shoulder and lap

• And that’s how it usually went with napping, you gave them your shoulder and lap to lay on while making sure they weren’t woken up

Tanaka: Kiyoko can I sleep on your lap?

Kiyoko: No

Noya: Yeah y/n babies the first years... I wish I was a first year :(

• You giggled and placed Noya’s head on your lap playing with his hair

“You could just ask me, but yes I do baby my first years, cause I’m the great senpai.”

• Noya was too busy enjoying your playing with his hair to listen - the usually hyper boy was now a puddle in your lap while everyone enjoyed some peace and quiet for the time being

Hinata: Tsukishima don’t call me an idiot!

Tsukishima: Idiot

Kageyama: Idiot

Yamaguchi: Guys lets not be mean to Hinata

• You looked back at them and they automatically got quiet eating the snacks you left in their bags while you smiled and turned around

• Noya grabbed your hand placing it on his head for you to keep playing with his hair while you laughed and did so

Tanaka: I want a turn!

Y/n: you have no hair to play with

• Suga lost it in the front of the bus with Daichi

• Tanaka was about to yell at you but you glared at him daring him to wake up Nishinoya

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• Right now you were yelling at Tanaka and Noya

“You take out the first years and you lose them while I took Yachi to buy some clothes?!”

• Yachi hid behind you as you yelled at the two boys who looked down ashamed

• You smacked them on their backs making them fly forward

“Let’s go, come on Yachi.”

• She nodded as you guys started looking you saw a mop of orange in the play area - You approached as Noya ran in grabbing Hinata

“Oh... you’re not Hinata.”

• The kid stared at Nishinoya before crying making You four run off and keep looking

“L/n Y/n, I have two missing children-“

• You walked to where the speaker told you two and found Yamaguchi and Tsukishima

“Oh I thought I lost you two!”

• You squeezed them both in a hug

Tsukishima: That was embarrassing

Yamaguchi: But she found out faster, where are Hinata and Kageyama?

• You shrugged and you all started looking again for the dumb duo

“I say we leave them”

“Tsukishima No.”

• When you saw Kageyama sitting alone looking lost you dashed over and hugged him

“Why did you walk off?! You could’ve been left here! Where’s Hinata?!”

Kageyama: I don’t know but I just wanted to try a free sample of a milkshake

• You nodded before taking him to buy a whole milkshake, along with Noya, Yachi, Tanaka and Yamaguchi

“Tsukishima Kei, if you don’t get anything now I’m only going to buy you one and it’s going to melt in your hands.”

• So you ended up buying him one and one for Hinata

• When you guys started walking again you saw a panicked Hinata ready to cry looking around frantically

“I’m hungry, I lost y/n, I lost Kageyama, what do I do?”

• You handed Hinata the milkshake and laughed lightly

“Don’t go running off alone Shoyo.”

• He automatically threw his arms around you making you laughed even harder as you pet his head

“Y/n I missed you! Noya senpai and Tanaka senpai walked too fast for me!”

• Again you scowled at the two boys who tried to hide behind one another

“Don’t mess with Hinata- she’ll lose it.”

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• You waited on the back of Saeko’s van, with a lunch and drink while Kageyama and Hinata raced to get in

“Y/n?!”

• You giggled and held up their lunches

“I can’t have you guys go starving!”

• They smiled thanking you and eating their lunch while Saeko whipped her van around

• You guys went flying in the back as you held onto Kageyama and Hinata so they wouldn’t get whiplash

“S-Saeko!!!”

“Listen little sis, you’re not going to die!”

• She laughed evilly as you flew forward hitting your face on the back of Hinata’s seat

• After awhile Kageyama fell asleep on your lap while you played with his hair, Saeko was talking to Hinata about the tiny giant

Hinata: I’m going to be just like him!

• You popped your head out from beside him letting Kageyama go for a moment to poke Hinata’s face

“If not like him, Better than him!”

• His smile grew bigger at your words while Kageyama flew forward hitting his face with the seat with an ow

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• After the training camp you guys were back at Karasuno, you were with Tanaka helping him pack his things

“Your locker stink naka, why do I have to be the one helping you clean it out.”

“It does not-!”

• Yachi came bursting through the room in panic while babbling about something, you held her shoulders reminding her to breath and re-explain

“Kageyama and Hinata are fighting!”

• You and Tanaka ran to the Gym, Yachi hot behind you two while you and Tanaka pulled them apart, them still trying to go at it

Y/n: Stop it you two! What is wrong with you! Go home right now!

• Tanaka punched them both on the face and they both stopped, grumbling and taking their stuff getting ready to leave - you sighed and consoled Yachi before she left with Hinata..

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• You were walking into the gym when Hinata stopped you and Tanaka

“I’m sorry about the other night!”

• Tanaka laughed and told him it’s alright while you continued on inside, you were upset with them for fighting, and in front of Yachi like that

• As you walked into practice you talked to Tsukishima and Yamaguchi

“You two ever pull something like that I’ll punch you both into the ground!”

“They were the ones that fought, why are we getting scolded.”

“Because we’re the behaved one Tsukki!”

• You laughed at the two while they did the usual bend so you could pat their heads

“H-Hinata, are you and Kageyama... alright?”

• You watched Hinata and Kageyama still ignore each other but nevertheless he responded

“We’re going to be just fine.”

• Right now you weren’t on best terms with the two boys, and they knew that... so they both apologized to you on their own time and you told them both the same thing

“When you guys start to understand one another, I’ll take that as my apology...”

• Truth is, neither of them wanted you to be mad at them anymore

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• While you were still upset with Kageyama and Hinata you were with Yamaguchi right now as he practiced his Serves

• You chucked a water bottled at him

“Drink water you’ll dehydrated!”

• He thanked you while Shimada laughed, you smiled sheepishly

“So are you his girlfriend?”

“No no! I’m one of Karasunos managers! Honestly these first years are like my kids..”

• You watched Yamaguchi attempt again

“You got this Yams! One more!”

“So why do you sound so upset?”

“Well, two of my first years are both arguing right now..”

“Hinata and Kageyama?”

You nodded, “They both got into a fight the other night, scared our first year manager and they won’t try to play together again.”

• You looked down upset

“Well both of those boys need to learn to train alone, they both have their own things to work on.. they can’t always learn by playing together but my learning from other people.”

• You looked up and realized

“Just like Tadashi...”

• So that’s how you ended up throwing balls to Kageyama and helping Old Coach Ukai so he could teach Hinata

• To say you do the most for these first years is not enough because they know you love them unconditionally

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thotantics · 4 years

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✗ warnings — description of sex, do not read if you’re underage, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), brief mention of overstimulation, slight dirty talk

✎ words — 3.5k

[A/N] wooooow i miss him so much it actually physically hurt to write this :((( like my heart aches :(( i hope this turned out ok for everyone bc i really really REALLY loved writing this im sad lmao. unedited bc im garbage

He looks more handsome every time you see him, you think. When you’re sitting across from one another, it’s striking and altogether distracting just how good looking he is. Kyungsoo was complimenting the way you prepared the steak, his brows knitting as he makes an appreciative hum at the back of his throat. Sitting there in a plain white tee, his hair just long enough that it’s starting to lay flat on his head, making a sound that’s near-sexual as he tastes the meal you just made together...he’s never looked more attractive to you than he does right this instant. So attractive and so distracting, that you find yourself speaking without fully thinking over what you’re about to say before it comes out, long before you ever touch your utensils.

“I could spend the rest of my life like this.”

A millisecond after the words leave your tongue you know you fucked up. Why in the world did you say that?! The implication of that statement alone is so embarrassing that you feel the heat of shame rise to your face as Kyungsoo, sipping from a bottle of water, chokes just a little bit in surprise, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at you from across the table incredulously.

“What did you say?”

You shrink back in your seat, eyes darting nervously around the room as your brain entirely malfunctions, attempting to think of a reason for that statement that didn’t end up with you confessing your feelings to your friend. It takes ages and your face, you know, is beat red by now. Kyungsoo is blinking at you, brows raised, waiting for an explanation and a heavy sigh is the only response you can manage to get out.

It’s embarrassing how much you had meant what you said, and that’s why you feel so ashamed as he just stares across the table at you, patiently as ever. You really could spend the rest of your life like this; in the kitchen making dinner together, laughing, listening to music...just being with him, is the main thing, though. Doing literally anything as long as you could spend the rest of your life like this, enjoying Kyungsoo’s company.

You can feel your cheeks burning as you continue to avoid his stare, looking at the table, the ground, your untouched food, the wall, literally anywhere except for the man in front of you. The implication in your words was out there, now, though you’ve felt this way about Kyungsoo for pretty much the whole of your friendship. How could you not have developed feelings for him? He was a genuine and kind friend who always was willing to offer you his time, at the very least. He was funny and laid back, he didn’t have any expectations of your time together and his gesture of friendship had been very welcome.

Plus the fact that Kyungsoo was quite possibly the hottest guy you had ever laid eyes on... it was inevitable that you would grow to have these deep feelings for him.

Across from you, Kyungsoo cracks a short smile of disbelief, coupled with a breathy sort of chuckle before he clears his throat, steadies his expression, and says, “No, really. Do you mean that?”

You don’t expect that tone in his voice. The tenderness, the hope, his voice low as if this conversation had suddenly turned into a shared secret between the two of you. Nobody else was home, your roommate was out for the weekend, and Kyungsoo, upon discovering you were alone and bored, had invited himself over for dinner and the two of you had gone grocery shopping together earlier in the day.

The more you stare at him across the table, leaning into it a bit with both his hands gripping the side as he waits for your reply, the more you know there’s no way to deny what you had just said to him. So you give him a small nod in response.

He smiles wide, holds it back, and the tension visibly leaves his shoulders as he stops clutching the table, relaxing back into his seat with a sigh. “Really?” You nod again and this time, it’s Kyungsoo that avoids your eye contact shyly. He smiles at the table between you, shaking his head a bit in disbelief before he takes a short breath and stands.

You aren’t expecting it when he leans over the table towards you, or when he gently cups your chin and lifts your head so that his lips can gently meet your own. It’s over so quickly and he’s sitting back down before you can even register in your brain to blink, looking across the table at your shocked, frozen expression.

“I can arrange that.” Kyungsoo states. You blink in confusion for a moment before it clicks that he’s responding to the words you originally blurted out, about wanting to spend the rest of your life like this. Warmth blooms in your chest, spreading out from the center of your being to the very tips of your fingers and toes.

The tension in the room is so thick from the sudden shift in your moods from calm to embarrassed and now...whatever this is. Kyungsoo locks eyes with you again and you find yourself smiling, biting at your lower lip because he’s looking at you just gave him his Christmas and birthday presents early this year.

He glances back at his plate and uses his chopsticks to poke around at his food like he’s looking for the right bite, but he laughs and drops them again with a quick clatter. “You know, I uh...suddenly can’t focus.” He tells you, and when he makes eye contact with you he admits, “All I can think about is how badly I wanna kiss you again.”

You straighten in your seat, staring across the table defiantly at him. “Ok.”

He smiles a little, moving as if to stand out of his seat again but he hesitates, “Yeah?”

You laugh a little, nodding your head. “Yeah.”

Kyungsoo stands and then kneels by your chair in the floor, eyes unwavering on your expression as he leans in closer. Growing impatient, you wrap an arm around him, a hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and draw him into your lips. It’s the sort of kiss you had always imagined sharing with him; soft lips that sends butterflies flapping like mad in your gut, the kind of kiss that both of you have to pause from not only to catch a breath but to smile at one another before you dive right back in, hungry for more. Kyungsoo keeps a grip on your hair at the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, and you melt into him, nearly tumbling out of your chair but he manages to help you get steady in your seat again, both of you breathlessly chuckling.

You’re about to suggest moving things into your bedroom when he speaks first, “Should we um, finish our dinner?”

“I’m not hungry anymore.” You state, clutching his shoulders to prevent him from standing yet, because you can’t stand the thought of him pulling his body heat from you, not yet.

He smiles, it’s coy and charming and coupled with his teeth capturing his lower lip before he asks you, “What did you have in mind?”

“We can go somewhere with more room,” You offer, “Preferably, somewhere I can lay down? So I don’t fall again.”

“Because I make you weak in the knees?” He asks playfully but you’re dead serious when you nod in affirmation back at him. He falters, but only for a second before he finally matches the urgency that you feel and he stands, tugging your hand until you’re standing chest to chest with him.

He kisses you again, but it’s chaste and he cuts it way too short for your liking, then he steps back so you have room to escort him to your room, lacing his fingers with yours so that you can lead him by the hand. It’s a short walk, but it feels like miles because while he’s clutching your hand tightly, occasionally his chest brushes up against your back or your shoulder, but you can’t see him unless you turn around and you’re thankful when he speaks again so you can peer at him over your shoulder.

“This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came over tonight, you know.” He says and your heart clenches, pulse racing. Does he regret it already? But he continues, “I had hoped...for a long time, actually, but I never wanted to pressure you.”

“There’s no pressure.” You tell him, pushing open your bedroom door and walking in backward so you can look into his eyes, “I’ve wanted this for a really long time.”

“God,” He sighs, stepping forward and eliminating the space between your bodies once more, “I have, too. From day one.” He admits, tilting your chin so he can press a short, sweet kiss to your lips.

He lingers only long enough to feel your tongue reach out to him before he pulls back with a smile, eyes dancing as he tucks your hair behind your ears, brushing it away from your shoulders as he speaks again, “I’ve always wondered how you looked like this.” He runs the pad of his thumb over your lips and you kiss it briefly, “You’re so sexy.” He whispers, then he asks, even quieter, “Do you want me, y/n?”

“Yes.” You breathe, “Please, Soo..”

He doesn’t wait any longer at that, crashing his mouth against yours in a fiery kiss that nearly knocks you right off your feet, your knees dangerously wobbly. He holds you by the face as he kisses you, walking you back until you feel the edge of the bed against the back of your knees.

You hold him, arms around his shoulders, fingers carding through his hair as he kisses the breath right from your lungs. It’s a stark contrast, the frantic way he’s kissing you and the slow, tender touch of his hands moving from your cheeks, brushing his knuckles down the sides of your breasts, your ribs, and finally settling on your hips. He crushes you briefly in an embrace that makes you feel small and precious, and you moan into his mouth, hands smoothing down to flatten on his chest where you can feel his heartbeat pounding in time with your own.

He grazes his thumbs under the bottom hem of your top, feeling for your skin and finding goosebumps spread in his wake. Smirking ever so slightly, he continues to draw little shapes up higher on your sides, lifting your shirt inch by inch, grazing your skin so gently. Mouthing frantically down your throat, licking and nipping at your over-sensitive skin, his hands feel like they’re running in slow-mo and in an attempt to clear the fogginess in your brain from the distinction, you grab his hands and move them to cup your breasts under your shirt and over your bra.

He exhales sharply, smiling against your skin before he pulls back to admire the sight of your shirt bunched up and your breasts fitting into his palms, “Eager?” He smiles at you.

You refrain from pouting, though you really want to, opting instead to stare defiantly back at him as you simply reply, “Yes.”

Kyungsoo inhales with an almost tremble, his smirk fading fast. “As much as I’ve thought about this,” he says, thumbs passing over your nipples through the material of your bra, “I always imagined it slow, and I would take my time and worship every inch of you if you ever let me get to that point. I didn’t anticipate you being like this.” You flush, biting at your lip, and Kyungsoo bows his head down and captures that same lip with his own teeth, moaning briefly before he mutters hot and thick against your mouth, “You’re so sexy, it drives me crazy.”

“Are you hard for me?” You ask him while he licks into your mouth, your teeth bumping when the question catches him off guard and you take the opportunity of shocked silence to ask, “Can I touch it?”

Panting, Kyungsoo pulls his hands from under your shirt and hurries to undo the strap of his belt, letting each half fall around your hands as you hurry to help him with the zipper of his jeans, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Kyungsoo cradles the back of your head and makes you tilt back to look at him before he moves to kiss you, your hands now feeling blindly for his dick. Once you find the band of his boxers, he’s unmistakably hard in your grip, skin taut, and velvety as you attempt to stroke his shaft with the barrier of his boxers still in the way.

He stops breathing for a few seconds, mouth open while you tongue at his plump lower lip, pumping his cock with shallow strokes of your soft hand. It’s when your thumb grazes over the tip of him, collecting a thick droplet of precum that he snaps out of it. Then he’s everywhere. One hand fists in your hair to keep your chin back and your mouth easy to access, the other hand grips the waistband of your pants, tugging twice, a silent request for permission that has you both looking like dummies for a second, hands fumbling, pushing clothes off and aside, panting, giggling when you make eye contact and then eventually, somehow, managing to make it to the bed.

You tumble side by side, fully nude on top of the duvet and there’s the briefest moment of awkwardness when you stop giggling and look each other over naked for the first time. He’s more muscular than you had anticipated him to be and apparently he likes your breasts, though you had felt insecure about them. Something like pride floods your veins when he leans over you, his chest meeting yours until you lay back flat under him, and his mouth moves to kiss a path down your neck until he meets your pert nipple with a brief kiss.

“So beautiful..” He smiles up at you, waiting for you to give him any indication that he should stop, but you’re suddenly panting again, pupils blown out, lips parted waiting for him to continue, so he does. By now, Kyungsoo reasons that you wouldn’t have gotten naked for him if there was any doubt in your mind about continuing on with this, so there’s no need to be as cautious as he has been. So it’s with abandon that he tastes your breasts, biting, licking, sucking. You arch into him and the sweet sounds you make as he kisses his way down your body make his blood pump fiercely, turning his cock rock solid.

Your thighs are trembling when he spreads them to make room for himself to settle between them, and he sends you a quick glance to make sure you’re not uncomfortable. But you’ve wanted this so long, and the sight of him a breath away from your weeping pussy and staring up tenderly at your face is all too much to handle.

“Do it,” You encourage him, lifting your hips up so your sex is right against his mouth and he responds immediately with a hungry swipe of his tongue and you gasp, hips jerking involuntarily, “Yes!” You whine as he follows you back to the mattress, one taste and he’s a goner.

Kyungsoo doesn’t stop until you cum for him. He’s relentlessly claiming that first orgasm from you, ignoring the way your hips jerk and your thighs tremble, palms keeping you spread open and mouth working you over experimentally until he finds the right rhythm in the right spot that has you singing for him until you release against his face, bucking wildly and keening as you grip the bedsheets.

He’s so good at feeling your body out and taking note of your responses, he manages to keep your orgasm prolonged by drawing away from your clit with a heavy, final suck and then pressing two fingers inside you deep, pumping in time with the clenching of your inner walls, his body flexing as he moves up to suckle your breasts as your orgasm goes on and on.

You’re wailing for him, unable to believe he can make you feel like this without even using his cock and when you finally can’t take anymore, you slap at his shoulders and head, shoving his hand away from between your legs, thighs clenching shut tight.

He meets your eye with a laugh, face messy with the remnants of your arousal, but as he sits back on his haunches to watch you regain control of your lungs and thundering pulse, you can’t help but notice he’s got an impressive erection jutting in your direction.

Kyungsoo notices you noticing his erection and he tells you good-naturedly, “If you wanna stop, or take a break, that’s fine.”

“Can you get on top?” You ask him quietly, “My legs feel like jelly.”

He smiles brightly, moving to lay over you, body stretched out fully, and his hands brush your hair from your face tenderly while he peppers kisses over your chest, avoiding your sensitive nipples. He stays like that for some time, occasionally moving to kiss your lips languidly for a spell before he goes back to your neck or chest, giving you time to relax, hands rubbing your outer thighs as he helps you raise your legs back up. That first orgasm knocked you out and you need all the help you can get, but he’s incredibly chivalrous about it, flexing his biceps as he hooks your knees into the bend of each of his arms as he moves to sit low on his knees.

“Put me in you.” He tells you under his breath, “When you’re ready.”

But you’re more than ready, hand shaking with anticipation as you wrap your fingers around his shift and guide the blunt head of his cock to your entrance. You rub him up and down, spreading the gush from your incredible orgasm around so it gathers on him perfectly when he begins to nudge his way inside of you, finally, for the first time.

Your moans echo one another when he finally seats himself balls deep inside of you, and Kyungsoo bows his forehead to bump into your temple while you clench involuntarily around his shaft. “So wet,” He breathes, hips shifting minutely as he builds up a steady rhythm, slowly increasing his pace, “So fucking good.”

The slick sounds are borderline embarrassing, you’re so wet and he keeps snapping his hips hard at the end because he loves the way the audible slickness of your sex is making you blush. You’re rag-dolled, limbs limp and it takes all the last of your strength to just lay there and take his cock, but Kyungsoo is generous with his thrusts, bouncing you up the mattress gently with each downstroke and he angles his pelvis so your swollen clit is stimulated by the contact.

Your moans are choked, high in pitch and your throat is raw but you can’t stop yourself, especially when he frees one arm, your leg hooking around the back of his thigh, holding him in close, and he brings his thumb between your bodies to roughly circle your clit.

“Soo!” You cry out, “Oh, god, oh, god, you’re-”

He grunts in response, watching your face contort in pleasure as he fucks into you just that little bit harder, hips stuttering as he nears his own end but it’s yours that he’s focused on. “Give it to me,” he murmurs down to you, panting and beginning to sweat above you as he races with you to the finish line, “Cum for me again, baby...let me have it.”

And you do, with one final grunt he slams into you, finishing you off even as he withdraws to spill his cum over your belly, replacing his cock with his fingers. He lets out a breathless, happy laugh as you cum together like this, your face flooding with relief as the final orgasm bursts in one glorious peak and slowly begins to fade.

Kyungsoo, doubled over you, briefly admires the mess he left on your stomach before he leans in, careful to avoid the streaks of his cum, and presses a kiss to the side of your head while your eyes are blissfully shut. “Let me get something to clean you up,” He says, “Stay right here.” He runs off to the bathroom and you stretch out languidly, your thighs aching and your pussy still sporadically clenching with aftershocks.

He cleans you up thoroughly with a damp rag, blushing as much as you had been earlier in the evening as your fingers affectionately card through his hair as he does so. “That was really amazing, Soo.” you tell him quietly.

“Yeah, it was.” He agrees, finally lifting his gaze to see you smiling tenderly at him. He moves up to kiss you, sweet and slow, before he pulls back and says, “I could spend the est of my life like this.”

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