#but in this case it would be just enough of a push for Abed to realize his feelings

[doppel-dean-er]

I think it would be really funny if Abed becomes a (mediocre) famous filmmaker and he gets cancelled on twitter for "queerbaiting" and he's like "queerbaiting? this movie is about me and Troy, and we're just friends." then he looks at the callout posts and they're just pointing out behaviors that actually exist in Troy and Abed's friendship that Abed perceived as platonic (but lets be honest here) and being like "see??? that's clearly meant to trick us into thinking they're gay."

anyway that leads to Abed having a queer awakening and makes him even more yearny

[yeonzzzn]

hi hi! I have an idea :3 yandere heeseung baby trapping y/n even though that was her plan the whole time bc she’s also a yandere for him:3

oh my god I love this idea saurrrrr much😫😮‍💨 anon your brain is *chef kiss* 🩷🩷🩷

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baby trapping: lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x afab!reader word count: 1.5k

Heeseung always loved the thought of baby trapping you. He’s got a bad enough breeding kink as it is, but just the thought of getting you pregnant and making you stuck with him? His yandere ass could cum on the spot just thinking about it. His whole body getting tingly and his heart pumping faster and faster. 

Day by day Heeseung slowly inched closer and closer to actually baby trapping you. Mostly when he’s buried deep inside your cunt, cock pressing against your cervix as his cum fills you completely. 

It’s not even just making you become stuck with him, he wouldn’t mind having a baby with you. To share the responsibility of caring for the life you both created together, to raise that precious life that was a mixture of the two of you. It would be the happiest he’s ever been. 

Those thoughts alone pushed Heeseung into action. Gathering up all the condoms and Plan Bs around the apartment and tossing them out one by one slowly without your knowledge. Not wanting to make it too obvious what his plans were. Heeseung already knew you wouldn’t bat too much of an eye at the condoms disappearing, you two barely used them anyway. And for the Plan Bs? Was just what it was used for, as a backup plan in case you accidentally skipped one of your birth control pills or got sick and had to stop taking them because of your medication. The Plan Bs would be a bit harder to toss out, but again with your birth control, you wouldn’t take much notice. 

It was birth control that was the real problem. How would Heeseung wing you off it? It’s something you take every day at seven am on the dot. It’s not like he can dig into your bathroom bag you keep under the sink and just throw them down the sink or toilet or the trash. 

Except, maybe he could. 

Heeseung walks into the bathroom, not to snoop around for your birth control, but to take a hot shower after his long day of work. Wanting to let the steamy water rush down his body in relaxation before sitting in front of his PC and playing video games the rest of the night with his friends. 

It wasn’t until after his shower that he noticed it. 

He stood in front of the sink, taking the towel that was wrapped around his lower half and bringing it to his head to shake all the water out of his hair, as he lowered the towel back down when he noticed the small pink plastic case, just sitting in the corner of the sink. 

Heeseung reached for it, picked it up, and slowly looked inside it, his gut being right that this was indeed the case you kept your birth control in. 

How could he have gotten so lucky? You left it on the sink by mistake from rushing to work this morning. It was too perfect. It was like the universe was telling Heeseung to baby trap you. To make you stuck with him forever. 

His plan was now fully in motion as he dumped out the contents of the pink case, making sure every last pill was gone and then tossing the case the next chance he got without you knowing. 

The next morning Heeseung woke to hearing you scrambling around the bathroom cabinet under the sink. He had to keep his smile hidden as he asked what on earth you possibly could be tearing apart the bathroom for. 

“I can’t find my birth control pills, Seungie have you seen them? I left them right here on top of the sink.” 

With the poker face of a god, he shrugs, “No, I haven’t seen them, baby, I’m sorry.” 

Except I watched them get washed away down the sink so the next time I fill your cunt with my cum you’ll be pregnant with my child. 

Heeseung knew he had to be smart now, knowing you’ll be more careful during sex, wanting to be on top so the moment Heeseung is about to unload his seed you could jump off. 

But he’s been thinking about this plan for months, he’s ran the numbers over and over again. Calculated each scenario to a perfect point. His plan was already working in his favor, no reason for it to not work now. 

So Heeseung gaslit you into thinking there were more Plan Bs pills somewhere in the apartment, begging on his knees to let him fuck you as he ran his hands up and down your thighs slowly, feeling the goosebumps on your skin and watching how you breath hitched at his touch. He was already winning. 

Heeseung knew how to work your body, how to touch you in all the right places to get you into your back, hands pinned above your head as he fucked into rough and fast, hitting your G-Spot with such ease as his name was rolling off your tongue over and over. 

All he had to do was keep your arms above your head and pressed into the sheets, keep whispering the lying promise that a Plan B is waiting for you as he also praised how good you’re taking his cock, how much of his sweet good girl you were. 

He’d made you cum twice now, and his climax was approaching fast. This was it, the moment he’s only dreamed of was finally about to happen. The only hard part after this would be gaslighting you into staying at the apartment with him the rest of the weekend to make sure you don’t slip out and buy any Plan B once you figure out he lied to you. 

“Going to breed the fucking hell out of this pussy,” he moans into your ear, licking at the shell of your ear and feeling you shudder underneath him, his cock twitching, knowing he had a good few thrusts left before he’s spilling into you, “Going to fill you so full of my cum, going to breed you, make me a daddy baby.” 

Heeseung lifted himself up, getting one last look at your face and your fucked out expression. He furrowed his brows, feeling himself about to burst, snapping his hips back against your skin, then pushing back out. Was fixing to slide in a final time when he noticed a change. 

His eyes widened in surprise as your facial expression changed, your lips curled into a smirk as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him back deeply inside you, whispering, “Get me pregnant,” with such seduction in your voice. Your grip on his waist was strong enough that he couldn’t wiggle out of it even if he wanted to, and just accepted his fate as his warm cum filled you to the brim, bucking his hips further into you as much as he could with the help of your legs squeezing around him. 

Little did he know, you too had a plan of your own. 

You’ve secretly been as much of a yandere as your boyfriend, wanting to baby trap him into being stuck with you for the rest of your life. Plotting out ways to get him to spill his cum deep inside you without any sort of protection or backup plan. But Heeseung honestly made it easier for you. 

You went to throw away the condoms and Plan Bs, but already saw they were missing. You had suspicions, but didn’t know if maybe Heeseung misplaced them after they were used last. But you also knew there was no way that was possible. 

To test if you were correct, you purposely stopped taking your birth control a couple of days beforehand and purposely left the little pink case on top of the sink counter before leaving for work, not being surprised one bit when you returned home to see the case was missing. 

Your plan was just as much in motion as Heeseung’s. And there was no point in telling him that you two had the same plan, no no, that would take away the fun. So you played dumb. Acting as if you didn’t know he tossed out every protection product in the apartment. Let him “gaslight” you on his false promises. In the end, you were the one who gaslit him into thinking he was gaslighting and manipulating you in bed when the tables were oh-so flipped. 

It wasn’t until after Heeseung came down from his high but still fucked into you slowly making sure you milked him dry of every last drop he had, that he realized your plan all along. 

Right when he thought he played the game well, he was the one who got played. 

Oh, but it turned him on so badly knowing you wanted to baby trap him too. 

Heeseung just smirks down at you, “Ya? You wanna baby trap me? Going to cum in this cunt every single day until you’re pregnant.” 

[angelltheninth]

Could I request Zhongli, Thoma, Diluc, Kaeya, and Ayato with a younger, innocent wife who's a bit dense when it comes to sexual intimacy?

Are you describing me? How did you know?

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma, Ayato, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, age-difference, married life, domestic fluff, making out, grinding, coming in pants, gentle sex, teasing

A/N: Ok I'm probably not dense anymore cause, you know erotica writer and all, but I was before!

Kaeya thought you were teasing him when you'd act so innocent around him before you got married, but no turns out you're just like that. Nothing wrong with that, it's cute even, gives him so many more chances to show off what he knows. To not freak you out he keeps things pretty tame and in the bedroom until you start a make out session in the kitchen of all places. It did get hot in there but he didn't think it was enough to take your clothes off and spread you on the counter, for once he's glad he was wrong.

Diluc will never be the pushy one but he will give you as many hints as possible. This could be him grinding his hard cock against you while he's spooning you or keeping his mouth on yours for a bit too long and savoring your moans. Whatever the case may be he will make you want him, that is his mission. You need to be able to say it too, say you want him to fuck you. Say you want to sit on his cock and have him kiss you from dusk till dawn. He won't fuck you too hard, just until you have to hold onto him to go to bed.

Thoma isn't usually the bolder one in relationships, or the one who makes sex happen. He realized early on that with he would have to be. Good thing he was so sweet about it. He'd start off with a kiss, testing the waters by deepening it, then putting your hands on his abs, then lower so you can feel how hard he was. Get the message? Then he can proceed. Being the older one he always wants you to know he's not looking down on you, he doesn't know everything either, but he knows how to make you come good.

Ayato can't help hiding his small smile when he learns that you haven't been getting the hints that he's been drooping lately. Come to think of it you've barely had sex since your wedding night. He thought he hurt you somehow but apparently he was simply being too subtle. You're young and innocent but maybe too innocent. Well now he feels kind of bad when he pulls you against him and grinds his hard cock against you while his hand cups your bare pussy. Is he being clear enough for you now?

Zhongli ruined his pants many times on the count of you pushing your ass against him and simply not knowing how much he was holding back at the time. Did you really not know how insanely attractive you are? A pretty, little thing like you, being his wife, it's a miracle he hasn't gone mad with desire. He can't even kiss you anymore without getting hard. It made your make out sessions a little awkward. When you ask what's wrong he flips you on your back and starts grinding his cock between your legs. That's what's wrong. And the only thing that can fix it is your sweet cunt.

[boyfhee]

SIGHT & SIN ⌇ LHS

g neighbours to lovers w drinking, no drinks specified in case of reader though wc 0.6k notes for @isoobie pookie your neighbour hee in robe is delivered i hope you like him

“you come here often?” 

a voice interrupts through your afternoon self-desolation session with drinks, few words that drive your gaze to your right. you scan the man in question up and down— brows furrowed, half confusion, half amusement. “this is my apartment,”

and he chuckles, giving his wine a little twirl, shifting the weight on his other leg as he leans against his balcony, and you swear he’s trying to show off in that robe of his. “right, hello neighbour,”

satin suits him. 

it’s your first thought. the way that robe adorns his body decently, yet leaving just enough uncovered for anyone to be intrigued and attracted. you look away, though, taking a sip from your glass, not wanting to think about his exposed collarbones, out of all the things plaguing your mind.

“not much of a talker, huh?” but he speaks again, sounding ever so alluring. he chuckles again, and you see the smile on his lips from the corner of your eyes— a sight to die for, a sin you’re being led to. 

you simply roll your eyes, now facing him as you lean against your balcony as well, almost mimicking his stance. “what do you want, heeseung?”

“you know what i want,” he shrugs, taking a step towards your balcony, and he could really jump to your side if he really wanted to. he chooses not to, it’s only a matter of time before you tell him to do so yourself. “i’ve been trying to ask you out for a while now,”

“and i’ve rejected your thrice,”

you don’t know if it’s his obsession with you or with getting rejected, but he keeps coming back closer every time you push him away.

the first time was a week after you had moved in. ‘i could show you around the town, take you on a nice date,’ is what he had said. one would consider it a smooth move, you simply weren’t interested. the second was when someone broke into your apartment. ‘or you could be my girlfriend and we can sleep in the same bed every night, or safety, of course.’ his response to your decision of changing locks. it was a tempting offer, especially after seeing him shirtless the night of the incident, but you had rejected him regardless. the third was when you were complaining about your fatigue that comes with work and chores. ‘i will cook dinner and all you’ll have to do is kiss me goodnight,’ you rejected, he laughed, your heart fluttered, and the cycle went on. 

fourth is now, and you’re waiting for him to pull up another one of those words that give you butterflies when you think of them before bed. 

“you know, you can just say yes and make this easy for both of us” and it seems that he knows he’s growing on you now. it’s evident in the way your eyes ghost up his lips and fall down to his chest as the knot of his robe loosens. you can trace his ab lines if it slipped off anymore, and you gulp down a sip of your drink before looking back into his eyes. “especially since you like looking at me,”

“whoever lied has got you bad,”

“and i can take you out for dinner tonight and later you can get a better look of what’s beneath the robe?” he steps back, his wine glass is empty and you can hear the faint melody of his ringtone from his apartment. he simply shoots you a slight smirk, backing into his apartment. “seven pm, pretty, if you’re down,”

which he knows you are.

“okay,” which you know you are too. 

[imsilay]

HAMARTIA

MNDI +18, cw: oral (f!receiving), fem!reader ( i don’t think there’s much to warn :/ )

cw: 2.3k

bigger font as promised lol and not proofread sorry :/ my stomach hurts :(

(i need my mouth on his abs. and hands it’s a need trust me. idk the cr please tell me.) it’s royaidni on X guys :> -i might buy patreon for him-

You swore this was the day that you’d kill this man as you tightened your hands around his thick neck. He smirked under his mask, you were strong. You were strong enough to take your anger out of him and knock him to ground when he asked for a fight with you. His words were taunting, irritating even as he did so which was something you happened to not like. You didn’t really knew if he was doing it on purpose. You suspected that he was trying to get the best of you.

And you were undoubtedly right.

He absolutely loved the way you clenched your fists when someone challenged you. He observed you long enough to know you wouldn’t say no to any competition. What a brave girl you are. “You… are weak.” he managed to choke out as you breathed rapidly. Oh how beautiful you were… From the blood dripping down from the edge of your lips to your heaving chest. You were a mess, he wasn’t easy on you, he knew what you were capable of, he knew if he let his guard down you could easily knock him down which was predictable and happened as soon as he froze for a moment. He froze because he couldn’t believe he really punched your precious face, because he couldn’t believe how pretty you were when you spit the blood pooled on your mouth and jumped on him like a lioness. He felt his whole body shivering underneath you, not daring to move away, not daring to do anything to ruin the positions of your bodies because Gott- your form rose heavenly on his stomach.

The angle was just right, he could see- nein, he could feel the way you looked down at him, was it another way of saying him he’s nothing different than a bug without words? Did you hated him enough to not even utter a word? That couldn’t be the case because he saw the burning lust in that gaze, felt it in his bones. It flowed into his skin from your palms around his neck.

“Said the man who’s about to die from my hands.” you snickered, breath coming out short and rapid. You felt a hot sweat rolling down on your spine as he chocked out a dry laugh. It was chocked because you had no intention of loosening your grip. “It would be a honorable way to die.” he finally got a hold of your wrists and pried your hands from his neck.

“But not today, Maus.” he lead your body down from his stomach to his crotch. Oh he loved the dumbfounded expression of your face, eyes going wide and lips forming a small ‘o’ shape. Because what was the thing poked your ass, you hoped it wasn’t his gun- or maybe you hoped it was. You were frozen and only remembered to get up when he tilted your chin up with his nose. You pressed your knees firmly against the floor to have the leverage to push yourself off of him. “Sit down.” he barked, both of you knew you could try more and eventually break free from his grip but you were a little curious thing. You wondered if he was really getting off from fighting with you. You were also curious when you accepted his challenge, wondering that König, the colonel who never talked with anyone unnecessarily but a few people, came to you on his own.

Did you loved to be on top? Or did you prefer to let your partner have the control? Would you like if he had you in a mating press and emptied his balls deep inside you until you break and cried for him to sop? Or would you prefer to ride him until he was overstimulated and panting like a dog?

These were the overwhelming thoughts he had every single night since he saw you kill a enemy which he claimed as his target. Along with 10 others. Your skin was hard, not squishy and soft like he was used woman to be. Your skin was scared from the bullets and sharp knifes. Your skin was tortured, beaten, overworked even. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to cause you any pain. The punch he landed on you made him want to cut his wrist off and feed it to dogs. You weren’t fragile but he loved how sensitive you were. Just like him, you weren’t so used to have someone so close and intimate. He could feel your heartbeat pick up as he pressed his clad lips on your pulse.

You were being oddly obedient and he loved it.

You we sitting on his lap like you weren’t choking him to death just a minute ago. You could be a witch or siren, whatever you name it, because there was no other explanation for your enchanting presence. He felt weak, for the first time in a decade he felt like he could drop to his knees and worship you like a temple.

You weren’t patient as you were strong. You wanted to feel him grow harder, you wanted to feel him as impatient as you so you could have him. So you started to grind your hips against his throbbing length, successfully drawing a growl from him. But not without a smack to your hips.

“Behave. I didn’t knew you were much of a slut. I thought you were just an arrogant brat.” he mumbled, not bothering to leave the confines of your neck. So you grabbed his hair with his mask and yanked his head back. “Are you going to fuck me or do i have to continue where i left of?” you hissed, wrapping your now free hand around his nack and getting irritated with his calmness. “Don’t wanna hurt you Maus, but you give me no other choice.” he purred yet there was irritation matching with yours, maybe even more. “Sometimes you forget who you’re talking to, and i’d be more than happy to fix that.” he pushed you back onto your back and you landed on the ground with a thud. You didn’t expected him to push you off after nuzzling you like a stray cat. You thought you had him in your palm, but he wasn’t like others. You were so shocked that you couldn’t do anything to stop him when he pressed on your torso and tugged down your pants. You wanted to kick him which you could with your current position but something primal in you prevented you from it. You wanted to let him put you in your place, you wanted to see if he could.

Now he was the one breathing heavily as he looked down at your exposed panties. The black ones, his favorite. He saw you in them one time, by accident if you believe. And since then he couldn’t get any sleep. He gritted his teeth, this was his lucky day. “Don’t move.” he retreated his hand from your torso so he could pull your panties with both of his hands. As he pulled down the fabric his hungry eyes drank every bit of skin that was being exposed to him. You thought he was doing it slowly on purpose, you thought he was teasing you for being touch starved but you just couldn’t notice how his hands were trembling and he was thankful that you didn’t noticed. “This wet from a little fighting and grinding? You’re pathetic. And i’m your colonel. Aren’t you ashamed? The strong soldiers everyone’s afraid of is getting wet for her colonel, i bet they would kill to see you.” his words hit just the right spot, it traveled through your veins and rushed your blood pressure. And of course that cocky bastard noticed that. How couldn’t he? His eyes were never leaving you!

But you wanted him to do more than looking, you wanted to feel his hands, mouth, tongue- god you wanted him all over you. “Oh look at that…” He parted your folds with his thumb and catched that glob of arousal dripped from you. “Do you need something in your pretty pussy? I got something you’d like.” he snickered, how needy you were… He’d never thought you would be so cute under him. You’d be hot of course but not that cute. He imagined every possibility but the way you covered your face with your forearm and the way you lifted your hips to chase his thumb never crossed his mind. “Give it to me.” your voice came out muffled by your forearm but he could understand you very loud and clear. “Nein Maus. You forgot to ask properly.” he dab his thumb on your clit, slowly and lightly. “What do you want?” he asked again and you knew it was your last chance. He never liked to repeat himself. You threw your head back when he licked your slit before you could answer. He swallowed thickly and pressed his fingers into your thighs. You had to answer before he lost his control and did something he would regret. “I…” you hesitated, he was your colonel but he was the one who offered all of this. You looked for your morals but they were no where to be seen when König was between your legs, looking into your eyes with his halfway lifted mask and your slick on his chin. “I want your cock. I want to feel you, i want you to fill me up until i am full of you.” oh your sweet voice, your sweet sweet words. “Braves Mädchen. That was what i wanted to hear.” he practically growled when he buried his fingers and face into your cunt. You gasped by intensity of both at the same time. His long and thick fingers dragged along your walls and curled just right as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked and lapped until your hips rose from the ground by his merciless attack. “Slow down!” you grabbed his hair to pull him away but you couldn’t use your strength due to his teeth gently grazing your clit. Your hips twitched and you could feel the overwhelming pleasure pooling within you, ready to explode with a poke. And the poke was his fingers hitting your g-spot. You pushed his head away- at least you tried but he didn’t left his place. His tongue lapped every drop you offered as you squirted all over him and the floor. “Mein, mein, mein.” he purred as he pulled his fingers out of your quivering hole and kissed your pretty pussy all over. Along with your strong thighs and throbbing clit. He sucked and licked your folds like he’s making out with your pussy. You were still twitching and trying to calm down after your intense orgasm. “König, enough.” you whined, your whiny voice strange to even yourself. Oh but did he love it. He’d kill to hear you whine and beg him again.

“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Maus.” he mumbled against your slick pussy and continued to lick until there was nothing left from your orgasm. He wanted it back. Not just your sweet slick, he wanted your sweet cum on his tongue. But he had to leave your pussy as his cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his pants. He straightened his back and that was when he could get a glimpse of your glossy eyes. His heart kicked his chest like it was trying to rip his skin and present itself to you. ‘Beautiful, pretty, cute, but mine, mine, mine.’ His twisted mind screamed as he hungry gaze drank the sight of you. You were just laying there obediently, for what? For your colonel to sink his cock into you and fuck the breath out of your lungs. He felt the globs of precum dripping from his slit to wetting his boxer. “Open your pretty legs f’me Maus.” he taunted, looking for a defiance or a little light of irritation in your eyes at his order but surprisingly you brought your hands under your knees and pulled your legs open for him. His whole body shuddered and he felt like he had been blessed by the god himself. His hands were erratic as he unbuckled his belt and fished his cock out. He hissed when his painful erection was finally free. He grabbed the base of his cock as he opened your folds with his long pointer and middle fingers. “You’re so ready f’me.” he breathed, you’d think he was talking to himself. He dragged his cock up and down on your slit until it was covered with your slick. You twitched and moaned everytime his tip kissed your clit. As he pushed the tip in he caressed underneath of your thighs and stopped under your knees where your hands hold your legs up and open for him. “Leave it to me Maus.” he softly pushed your hands and replaced it with his. You tried to breathe and loosen up for him but he was just so thick and it felt like he was splitting you open. Finally when he was fully inside you and filled you up like you wanted, you felt him pressing your thighs further into your chest. Your breath left your lungs when he snapped his cock out and inside you to the brim. He thought you couldn’t feel any better than engulfing him like a glove but when he left you breathless your walls clenched around him like you wanted to milk his balls empty.

After a few thrust your moans got louder and louder along with the clenching of your walls. "Scheiße Maus. If you continue to squeeze me like that-“ he grunted and picked up the pace. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore but he wanted you to cum with him. So he brought a hand between your impossibly flushed bodies and drew firm circles on your clit until you cum with a screaming of his name and he painted your walls with his relase.

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[webslingingslasher]

I just did an ab workout and it fucking sucked ass

But as a result… may I raise you, workout out with Peter

It’s a need!

*cleaning out my inbox*

peter’s strength…. so yummy 🤤

you knew exactly what you were doing, but peter didn’t. ‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty.’

he’s insulted to say the least. ‘i’m sorry, trouble. you said what?’ because there’s no way you just told him that.

‘i bet you couldn’t bench two fifty. you’re strong, but not that strong.’ peter scoffs, ‘i don’t think you realize how light two fifty is.’

you quirk an eyebrow, ‘oh really? i’d take you up on that bet.’ it’ll be the easiest bet of his entire life. ‘deal. i’ll take you to the gym with me next time, then you can see for yourself.’

that’s how you ended up watching peter grunt under the weighted bar, he’s got three twenty and he’s going so smooth he doesn’t need a spot, but you’re still there just in case. it’s not like you’d be any real help if shit went south.

‘is this your max?’ your words make peter laugh, like your question was adorable. ‘not even close.’ okay, maybe you thought he was stronger than what you originally teased. but him barely sweating at over three hundred pounds has you truly questioning his strength.

‘do you even have a max?’ there’s no way he could bench much more, he doesn’t have the muscle mass to back it up. not that he’s lean, but he’s no body builder either.

‘haven’t found one, no.’ the bar slams down, it bends under the force on each side. ‘there’s no way. i may have been exaggerating at first but you’re not mr. strongman.’

peter’s eyebrow raises like you just challenged him, you didn’t, but he took it as one. ‘wanna bet? give me a number.’

‘four fifty.’ an egregious amount but peter just nods and starts collecting more plates. the second his hands wrap around the bar you stop him, you didn’t want him over performing for your sake. if he hurt himself trying to impress you, you’d never forgive yourself for pushing him to that place.

‘you don’t have to. i believe you.’

peter fingers grip the steel, ‘it’s okay, i can do it.’ you slap his hands away, ‘no, really. don’t do it.’ you don’t care what expression he’s looking up at you with, you refuse to allow him.

‘you’re the one that gave me the number, trouble.’

‘because you were supposed to say no! don’t hurt yourself over this, i’m already impressed.’

peter clicks his tongue, disappointed you’d think of him so shallow. ‘i want to make you impressed at every chance, but i’m not gonna be stupid about it. if i couldn’t do it, id tell you.’

it’s not good enough, it’s a clear expression. peter immediately eats his words, he’s about to show off because you don’t believe him. the second the bar raises off the handle your teeth clench, you peer around the room and familiarize yourself with a very muscled man in the corner of the room. just in case.

no need, peter’s doing it with ease. he’s breathing hard, strained grunts pull from the back of his throat. he can bench it, but it’s not as easy as three hundred.

after four presses you can’t handle it, ‘okay, okay, okay! please stop.’ your hand hovers underneath the bar when it slams into the handle.

peter teases you when he rises from the padding. ‘you could never be the girlfriend of an athlete. what would you do if i broke my leg while drag racing?’

‘kill myself, i dunno.’

peter’s sweating across his hairline, his skin tacky under your touch. he shakes it off, ‘i’m hot.’ you wink, ‘yeah, you are.’

‘next time, just tell me you wanna see me workout. you don’t have to make up numbers, trouble.’

you play offended, ‘i did no such thing.’

‘you didn’t touch a single machine here.’

‘i was emotional support.’

‘i was eye candy, that’s it.’

your arms wrap around his waist, his back damp under your palm. ‘and you are so, so, so yummy. can i take you home and eat you?’

a glare from peter, ‘isn’t that my job?’

[m-ayo-o]

accidental evil

18+ // sweet bf yuji 21+ a certain cursed spirit takes you both by surprise rough, degrading sex // f. oral wc 1500

Yuji's big hand engulfs your wrists, holding you against the wall as his tongue dives into your mouth. You let out little praises and moans until you're both stripped naked.

You massage his abs and chest, stroking him, wanting to feel all over. He pulls away, giving you a handsome smile as he suddenly lifts you, carrying you to the sofa.

You wrap your legs around his waist then straddle him as he sits down. You grind into him reflexively as he pushes up to you.

His mouth is all over your hot tits, sucking and licking as your small hands squeeze as much muscle as you can possibly hold.

Yuji moans and pulls away, a cute pink blush over his cheeks. “Shall we go to the bedroom, Yuji baby?” You breathe over his lips. You pull away and stand up, turning around to go.

Then you feel strong hands on your hips. Yuji obviously has other ideas. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Just can’t resist your ass”, he pulls you down onto his lap and grinds his cock against your wetness. You moan loudly as he rubs against you from behind.

You want to go to the bedroom so you can fuck in your favourite position, doggy style, and look at his hot face in the mirror.

But Yuji seems intent on staying on the sofa. You lift your hips from his lap again, only for Yuji to grip you tighter, pulling you down on him.

You forget that Yuji has superhuman strength and can take you whenever he wants.

“Need you… I- fuck, wanna push my cock inside you right now…” he whines as he squeezes you. Yuji is getting so impatient he's losing his mind. 

“Try to wait a little longer, Yuji sweetie. I promise you– ah!” you’re interrupted as Yuji’s strong arms swivel you around to face him.

You’re greeted by an unfamiliar face… Well, it’s Yuji’s face, but with black markings?

You feel such an intense presence, it makes your lip tremble as you look into the dark red eyes staring back at you. He gives you a wicked grin as you return a look of dazed confusion and fear.

His eyes rake over your body as he grabs your hips so hard it hurts, making you cry out as he grinds against you, his sharp nails digging into your skin.

“Hi, sweetie,” his voice is different; deeper and raspier.

Your eyes widen, you mouth opening with no words coming out. He squeezes your hips and lifts you up, then slams his cock into you.

“I’m Sukuna, baby, nice to meet you.” He rams you down hard, making you take in all his length at once. You scream so loud.

“Been so long since I had a good fucking…” he moans loudly, smiling maliciously as you cry in pain. You have to grab onto his shoulders for any kind of support as he bounces you up and down.

Yuji’s strong hand squeezes your face as his big dick smashes into you from below, his hips snapping up into yours.

This is the worst case scenario of having sex with Yuji. You had no idea this was even a possibility as you’ve never seen Yuji release Sukuna before. He grunts, his head rolling back as his hands move to your waist, squeezing hard.

“Yuji…” you can't help but cry his name.

Sukuna's head snaps up as he glares at you with his red eyes, one of his rough hands wrapping around your neck, “What the fuck did you just call me? Say my name, you whore.” He mutters under his breath, seething with rage.

He was polite enough to introduce himself, after all.

His grip on your neck loosens slightly so he can hear your answer. “I, I m-mean, Sukuna,” you choke out, reaching your hands up to helplessly attempt to pry him from you.

He lets out a grunt and releases your neck, snapping his hips into you relentlessly. 

He's fucking you with no intention of giving you pleasure. His massive dick is pushing so deep into you it stings on every hard thrust.

Yuji would never fuck you like this. He’s always so gentle and kind, trying his best to prepare you for his big cock.

He would work you up and give you so many orgasms, using his fingers and tongue. Then he’d finally push into you gently, asking if you’re ok and making sure it doesn’t hurt. He has accidentally hurt you at times when he’s lost control, losing his mind a little as he fucks you. But right now Sukuna is hurting you on purpose.

However disinterested Sukuna is in giving you pleasure, you start to feel a knot build up inside you as you leak all over his thick cock. This is still Yuji's body, after all. Your face is flushed pink as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Although this is definitely Yuji's hot body, the man below you is not.

This is not really a man, but it's Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses. His strength and cursed energy are incredible. He could snap you like a twig, but here he is fucking you instead.

“I didn't know… curses need to fuck…” you groan out against his ear, hoping he won't hurt you. “Yes…” he pulls your face up, “Yuji here is pretty lucky, so I get to witness a lot of fucking. But, it's been far too long since I took this brat's body and fucked someone myself.”

He groans and kisses you with his greedy, open mouth and tongue. His teeth are so sharp and pointy as he sucks and bites on your lips. 

“I've seen him fuck you plenty of times… you seem to love his cock.” He grins at you.

“And what about now?” He fucks into you so hard, “You still love your sweet Yuji's cock?” He asks teasingly. “Mmnnhh…” you moan incoherently as Sukuna bounces you relentlessly. 

“I'll take that as a yes.” He smirks onto your skin as he sucks and bites your neck. “You must really love him, hmm? The way you act around him makes me sick.” Sukuna taunts you as he sucks on your earlobe.

You can't reply. He's pounding you so hard the words can't form, and you're afraid you'll bite your tongue. “Mmm…” you moan.

Sukuna doesn't seem happy with your reply as he bites your ear. “I asked if you love him, you brat.” Sukuna mutters into your ear, his voice deep and raspy.

You know the answer. You're afraid Sukuna will hurt you so you nod your head quickly, “Yes, I love him… I love Yuji…” you whisper out as tears trickle down your face from the pain of Sukuna's strong grip, his biting on your ear, and the forceful snapping of his hips into yours.

“You, you love me?”

You hear Yuji's sweet voice, feeling warmth and light emanating from his body.

He slows right down, barely moving below you, the black markings fade as Yuji's smile grows across his handsome face. He delicately brings your face up to his and kisses you. “I love you too!” He beams at you and kisses you again and again.

He wipes the tears from your eyes, holding you close. “I love you so much” you say again to your handsome man.

“I'm so sorry, baby.” Yuji looks distraught as he gazes down at you both, not even remembering how you got here. He gently lifts you off his cock as you protest, saying you can keep going even though your eyes are all puffy and red.

“But baby, I need to look after you, please…” Yuji insists as he carefully sits you on the sofa then kneels in front of you, spreading your legs. You squirm as he gets closer, tickling up your thighs.

You can tell Yuji feels really bad about letting Sukuna out in this situation. Although it was scary, Sukuna didn't really hurt you and you're happy now Yuji is back. 

Yuji smiles up at you and kisses your clit. “M gonna make you feel so good, sweetie.” His smile is bright and handsome. He licks and kisses your wetness as you stroke his fluffy pink hair. You feel the tension fade from your body as he works his tongue over your clit. You sigh and moan, making Yuji groan into you and speed up.

You feel your orgasm building up quickly as Yuji kisses and sucks you, making you feel hot and tingly. “Yuji baby… I'm so close…” you whine as he continues. You feel him smile onto you, he bites you gently and moans, sending you over the edge.

Your hips spasm into Yuji's mouth as he licks a long orgasm out of you. You shudder and pull his hair as pleasure washes over you, sighing heavily as your body relaxes, melting into the sofa. Yuji kisses you one more time and looks up at you, wiping his lips and chin.

“Baby, you promise you're ok?” You manage a lazy nod and a moan as he fidgets with your fingers. “I'm so sorry about... him.”

“It's ok Yuji... 'm ok...” you mumble out, closing your eyes.

“Oh, my pretty girl is tired.” He mutters as he kisses your cheeks. You feel warmth wash over your achy body as Yuji hugs you in his strong arms. You feel him carrying you to bed and cleaning you gently. He spoons you and wraps you up until you're sound asleep.

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[miyaur]

pairings. blade x gn!reader

synopsis. nsfw alphabet w blade gg ez, a-n only becuz im l-l-lazy....

a - aftercare (what are they like after the deed?)

blud lowkey don't give a shit about you if you aren't that close, lmao

but if you are, probably kind of clingy, and really caring. a lot of cuddling, don't tell me i'm wrong cuz i'm NOT.

in some cases, and instances, those.. 'activities' you both have do make him quite exhausted, and most of the time it really just ends with him showering you, cleaning you up, and just being in his embrace (more utc.)

b - body part (their fave body part, of themselves, and their partner's!)

probably for himself; would be his hands. just in general, plus he knows how well they treat you anyway! so why wouldn't it be his favorite? and for you, probably loves everything, doesn't know what he'd do without it, can't decide on one sole favorite, maybe your stomach and probably your neck!

c - cum (cum, anything to do with it)

will cum on your face, if not, he'll come inside, nothing in between.

i dont know how to elaborate here but um, the way his cum be sprayed all over ur face is just so mmmm to him. makes him hard all over again!

d - dirty secret (self explanatory)

not rly dirty, but wants to see you get a necklace with his name on it, or a collar with his name on it, and while he pounds so recklessly, he wants to see that pretty little pendant of his bouncing up and down on your neck, very fond of the idea, but never would actually say it to you, unless you really push him enough.

e - experience (has bro done the deed before?)

maybe? not that experienced probably, but has messed around with somebody before yes!

he knows what he's doing though, don't worry. but overall probably just did it once or twice, barely can call it sex

he probably read about sex before doing it with you, cause he wanted it to go perfectly.

f - favorite position (self explanatory pt2)

just as long as he can see your face, missionary, cowgirl, let it be anything, just as long as he can see how your face just gets so corrupted because of his big cock.

g - goofy (is bro serious about sex?)

very serious, it's almost funny, but it isn't, he's dedicated, and will show it.

but maybe when you both get closer, and are able to be more intimate with each other, in relationship wise, and etc., sure he'll laugh once or twice about a mistake he's done.

h - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

um, yes and no?? i don't really know, i can't rly tell, like maybe thrice a week sure, and the rest of the week he don't really care, it gets messy when you both fuck anyways. and yes, black hair, thats it, idk how to elaborate ab this LMAO

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

gets too embarassed. no he will not show his blushing face, even if he's already inside, probably takes like, a round or two before he does

kind of like, he'd giggle about it and go okay bae

but also would be the kind of guy to go, "i want to be the only man, the only person, in this whole galaxy, this whole universe, to make you feel like this."

j - jack off (master bait :D)

yes, very often, no other choice, i cant say otherwise. likes to imagine its you on that monster ahh cock instead of his hand, be real, he the type to do that. uses imagination wisely, and does it when you're away from him, on a mission, or whatever, needs you 24/7 tho

k - kink/s

degrading you like it's his life's purpose. loves you like it's the calm life he's been looking for since forever, but will degrade you, calls you slut, whore, made for his cock, and all that jazz.

oh but facesitting; super big fan, wants to just be in you, tongue up in your hole, while he just strokes his cock, just needs you to sit on his face so bad

be so fucking honest w me, he probably turned on by the idea of getting pegged, or getting anal. won't admit it out loud, but he wants to get treated like a prince. like just wants you to make him feel so good, that's it.

l - location

doesn't give a fuck if other people hear, will fuck you in an alleyway if he feels like it, or if you feel like it, in the public bathroom <3 but just way prefers being in bed with you, feels more romantic, and gives off more feeling to the moment, in his own opinion, will do whatever you're comfortable with.

n - no no

roleplay, anything related to it, it seriously grosses him out

non con, in general, he's disgusted by it, i know that for a fact.

don't degrade him please, he's heard, and been called all kinds of names before, and it's not like he ever liked them.

don't hurt him, it's clear in his skill he does hurt himself in the process</3, im sure he seriously just wants to love you, and wants it back, his degrading is to a small extent, and it's just in the heat of the moment thing!

[softdoctorreid]

shaping up | reid x reader

summary: overhearing someone describe him as having a ‘dad bod’ has spencer feeling self-conscious. you decide to surprise him with some news about just how fitting the term is.

• fem!reader

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It had been a long case. While it wasn’t too far from home and everybody lived this time, Spencer was exhausted and tired of motel life. All he wanted was to get back to you and return to the domestic bliss of your life together. It was almost harder when the Bureau sent them somewhere that was just far away enough to warrant not traveling back each night - knowing that you were just within driving distance but he couldn’t see you. So when the case closed and the only thing standing between him and an overdue reunion with his wife was wrapping up at the local police station, he was happy to take on any task to get on the road as soon as possible.

While he raced through the station turning in paperwork and signing off on documents, he overheard JJ trying to placate some of the reporters gathered in the lobby. Though she was a profiler now, she still knew the magic words for getting the media to disappear. There were two younger reporters, giggling and glancing back at the table where the team was dismantling the bulletin board.

“Sorry, I just can’t keep all the names straight. Who was the agent at the arrest again? The one with the dad bod?” one of them asked.

“Do you mean Simmons?” JJ asked, turning to point.

The reporter shook her head. “No, he’s totally jacked - I mean the one with the sweater and curly hair?”

“Ohh. I see, that would be Dr. Reid.” This time JJ pointed at him, and the reporters murmured in agreement. He puzzled over it the whole ride back to Quantico. How could they mean him? Simmons was the only member of the team who was a father. But the reporters had seemed so certain. It didn’t make any sense. Determined to solve the mystery, he made a point to walk out with JJ.

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop,” he explained. “But I overheard you talking with the reporters earlier. Can I ask you – what did they mean when they said I had a… dad bod?”

Jennifer smiled sympathetically at him, the look she often had when he asked something he knew must be obvious to everyone else. “Just a way people are describing a certain body type. It’s based on the way guys with kids tend to stop working out and get a little soft. But don’t worry, it’s not a bad thing,” she added, patting his arm. “According to the internet, dad bods are all the rage right now.”

To Spencer, it sure felt like a bad thing. After all, he wasn’t a dad. What excuse did he have to fall out of shape? Not that he’d ever particularly been in shape, the only physical activity he didn’t completely abhor was the kind that involved you, a private place, and ample foreplay. And he knew he’d gotten a little softer in recent months, but it felt weird to have it pointed out, especially by two strangers.

Simmons was a father, but he looked like he could do one-handed push-ups with every one of his kids on his back. Morgan didn’t lose his trademark abs after Hank’s birth. And then there was him, childless and yet the first one to be pointed out as “soft” without having any reason to be. The thought followed him like a cloud, and by the time he got home his mood was completely dampened.

You noticed the second he walked in the door. “I thought you told me everyone lived this time,” you said.

He tilted his head, confused. “Yeah. They did.”

“Then what’s got you looking so grumpy?” you asked, tracing the tip of your finger over the distinct frown he wore.

He started to dissent but you cut him off with a pointed look that told him it was a lost cause to lie. Clearly years of being around profilers was rubbing off on you. “It was just something this reporter said.”

You pulled him down to sit on the couch. “About the case?”

“No, about… about me. About how I have a dad bod.” He hated how silly it sounded to say out loud.

A soft laugh escaped your lips before you caught yourself, trying to fight a smile. “And here I thought you didn’t know pop culture.”

Embarrassed, he busied himself with taking off his tie. “I don’t. I mean, I didn’t know that. But JJ explained it to me. It just made me feel weird, being described that way. I know I’m not exactly in shape, but I guess I didn’t expect other people to notice.” Spencer hadn’t counted on anyone else paying attention to the fit of his trousers or the way his sweaters clung to his body now that he’d filled out. Or at least he’d hoped his self-consciousness was unfounded, that his awareness of the ways his body had changed since Millburn didn’t extend to those around him. But if that wasn’t the case, maybe he needed to cut back on morning donut runs, or eliminate the sugar from his coffee. Anything to avoid being labeled the way he had been.

You set a hand on his thigh, unfazed by his self-deprication. “Well, from what I hear, a dad bod is pretty hot,” you purred.

Spencer pulled away from your touch, crossing his arms over his middle. “Is it?” he asked, not intending the edge that crept into his voice. “Because to me, it just sounds like a nicer way to say I’ve let myself go! I mean, what does that say about me when I don’t even have the excuse of being busy taking care of a kid or being a dad?”

He expected you to have some carefully crafted response at the ready, or at least some sweet nothings of validation, but you just shook your head, smiling. “Oh, babe. You’re that upset about this?”

Clearly he was. How had you gone from reading his expression so easily to acting surprised by what he told you? Annoyed by your lack of understanding, he just huffed a sigh. To his surprise, you stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. “Wait, where are you going?” he asked.

“To try and turn that frown upside down.” You returned with a brown paper bag in hand, setting it on the coffee table before sitting down next to him. “I know you’re not feeling great about it right now, but that dad bod of yours is going to be pretty useful.”

This vague hedging wasn’t your usual reaction to his discomfort, and he didn’t understand why you were so upbeat about this. “How, exactly?”

Your eyes softened, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards as you fought back a grin. “Spence,” you said, as though it was so obvious. “How do you think? When you’re a dad.” He bit his lip, puzzling over your words. They just didn’t make sense - he wasn’t a dad, that was the point. But you just raised your eyebrows, nodding slowly, waiting for it to sink in. “Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

What you were trying to… wait. Spencer froze, not even daring to blink. “You don’t mean–?”

“Yeah,” you said, the grin shining through in full. “Yeah, I do. Look in the bag.”

His gaze fell on the paper bag beside you, and he couldn’t even breathe for a moment, hands shaking as he grabbed it. It was like the whole world went quiet as he reached inside and withdrew a copy of Goodnight Moon. The book opened easily, and there tucked amidst the pages was a pregnancy test. With two lines. Pregnant.

When he looked back at you, he couldn’t even manage to form words. “I was going to surprise you with it tomorrow,” you told him. “But I felt like you needed something good right about now. So, see? You were just shaping up for your new role. You’ve always been ahead of the curve,” you laughed.

When he tried to laugh with you, it came out as a half-sob, tears springing to his eyes. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked.

“You are.” Now you were starting to cry, too. “You’re gonna be the best dad.”

“Oh my god,” he said, pulling you into his arms in the tightest of hugs as the happiness overtook him completely. “We’re going to have a baby! Thank you. Thank you.” Becoming a father had long been a dream of his, one he so badly wanted to realize with you. And now that dream was finally coming true, the love of his life carrying his child, turning the Reid household into a family of three.

“Do you feel better now?” you asked him, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

He just nodded, answering in the form of a kiss. “Much, much better,” he said, when he finally pulled away. “Nothing else matters. I’m so happy, Y/N. This is the best news ever. I love you, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you giggled. “You’re gonna be putting that body to good use, you know. I’ll want to cuddle with you all the time. And they say skin-to-skin contact is important for newborns.”

“It is. Kangaroo care, as some specialists call it, is shown to help infants regulate their heartbeat, breathing and body temperature, as well as facilitating parent-child bonding and reducing crying.”

“See? You’re already an expert.” You inched closer to him on the couch, resting one hand on his waist, your thumb stroking over his tummy. “And I meant it when I said dad bods are hot. I mean, right now, Spence? I look at you and all I see is a DILF. You know what that one means, right?”

Spencer’s breath caught. “Yes,” he said carefully. “Yes, I do.”

“And?”

“And,” he said, caressing your cheek, his eyes roaming over your body. “I could never say no to that.”

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[unreliablesnake]

Sharing is caring – part 2 (Phillip Graves x reader x John MacTavish)

Summary: Soap doesn't want to cause drama so he doesn't give in to his needs. But then your try to persuade him through your boyfriend.

Note: part 1 / These two have some weird relationship, right? / If you wanna know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

“Mind if I take this one?” You looked up from your book and glanced over at the empty lounger next to you. Once a smile showed up on your glossy pink lips, you nodded, and Soap couldn’t help but gulp. “Thanks.”

He took a seat next to you, then put his glass on the small table between you and took off his shirt. It was easy to tell you were watching him like a hawk through your sunglasses, and behind the casual facade, he was already losing his mind.

You were right there, offered on a silver plate by your husband, or boyfriend, or whatever the hell he was to you, and he was feeling like a stupid teenager again, terrified of the possible consequences of making a move on you. What if both he and Graves read more into your friendly behavior?

“He told you, didn’t he?” you asked him with the same damn smile. At first he played dumb, pulling down his own sunglasses enough to give you a questioning look. “So he did. That’s okay. It’s better if you know what you got yourself into by coming here.”

Soap pushed the sunglasses back to their place and leaned back on the lounger. “Even if he told me, I wouldn’t want anything from you. You’re taken, and I don’t want drama,” he told you.

Fuck, no, that was a lie. He wanted every piece of you, he wanted to see what you were offering. Hell, he needed to know, otherwise he would surely go crazy around you during those four days he was planning to spend here. But despite Graves himself giving him the green light, he still didn’t feel like it was right.

You let out a long sigh before standing up and sitting on the edge of his chair, your fingers absentmindedly tracing his abs as you began to talk. “There would be no drama. We both spend time with others sometimes and it has never been a problem as long as emotions aren’t involved.”

“How do you make sure no emotions will be involved in the end?” he wondered out loud.

“I love Phillip. I would never leave him for someone else,” you answered, sounding completely sure about it.

But Soap wasn’t convinced. “And if it just happens?”

“Are you afraid I would fall for you?”

“Well, I mean, I know about the effect I have on some women,” he replied with a smug smirk. You let out a carefree laugh upon hearing his words, then picked up your glass to take a sip from your drink. “But jokes aside, you’re really not afraid of this happening?”

“No,” you replied casually.

This made Soap think about the offer. He found you attractive, he wished he could have some fun with you, but he was a guest here, Graves was his friend, so it would have been weird to have sex with you with him in the house. It was a tough case, although he didn’t really see how this could work out.

Eventually he closed his eyes and tried to think of anything but you. It only worked for five minutes, because then he felt you sit down on the edge of his seat and clear your throat. “What is it?” he asked.

“Talk to Phillip. If he tells you the same thing, would you reconsider your answer?”

Soap let out a long sigh. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

This drew a smile on your lips. “Good. Go.” He blinked a few times and asked you if you meant right now. “Yes, now. Please,” you added as you leaned closer until your lips touched his.

You were hesitant or you were just waiting for him to make a move. Either way, Soap could feel his cock twitch in his boxers, and he so desperately wanted to kiss you, but something told him he shouldn’t do it. So he put a hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you away.

“I’m sorry,” he said before getting off the chair and going back into the house.

Inside Graves was sitting on the couch with his laptop in his lap, but when he noticed Soap approach him, he closed the lid and put it on the coffee table. “Why do I have a feeling you turned her down?” he asked, earning a grunt from the sergeant who sat down on the other couch. “Man, I’ll have to handle her cranky self now,” he noted with a sigh.

The Scotsman looked over at the Shadow with a questioning look, wondering why he said that. Was he trying to guilt trip him into sleeping with you? This relationship was fucked up if that was the case, and a part of him was already considering leaving for a moment.

“Look, she’s used to getting what or who she wants, if you turn her down, she’s gonna be upset. Why did you do it anyway? I’ve seen men trying to impress her, they can get truly desperate, even when she’s clearly not interested in them,” he explained. “But she likes you, it’s clear as day.”

“You’re dating and it seems to be serious,” Soap began once he checked to see if his host was wearing a wedding ring. “I don’t want to fuck that up.”

“You wouldn’t,” Graves assured him with a laugh. “In fact, I’m seeing someone tonight to give you some time alone.”

“And she’s not worried about that?”

“How many times do you want me to tell you? This is an open relationship. It might not work for others, but it sure works for us.”

Soap gulped, gathering the confidence to ask about the details. “Can I ask you something?” When the other man nodded, he went, “How often do you guys sleep with others?”

Graves thought for a moment, as if it was a complicated matter. He knew there were highs and lows in the relationship that affected the answer, but it was hard to figure out how often it happened since they didn’t really keep track. “It depends. Sometimes about once a month, but other times our relationship is so good we don’t even think about seeing others for months,” he said in the end.

“How long have you been together?”

“For about five or six years, I think.”

The sergeant let out a thoughtful hum. “Haven’t you considered marrying her? She could be your trophy wife,” he suggested with a cheeky grin.

But the other man just rolled his eyes. “She’s more than that. Much more,” he corrected himself before stopping for a moment to look out at you. “But I’m not sure she wants marriage.”

“Have you asked her?”

“No. Why?”

“Maybe you should.”

“Nah, I’ll wait for her to tell me when she’s ready.”

Soap stretched his legs and arms as he leaned back. “And that’s how you’ll end up living as boyfriend and girlfriend for the rest of your lives. That’s the problem with people, they don't talk to each other anymore,” he said, sounding like an old man to the commander.

With a huff, Graves picked up his glass from the table and raised it to see how much he had left from his whiskey. He didn’t want to admit that his friend was right. The idea of marriage had appeared in his thoughts several times over the past years, mostly when he updated his will and his lawyer asked him about you.

But you were enjoying this lifestyle, you weren’t the type to drop hints about marriage left and right. You always said you were happy you could be this open with each other. When you decided to move in with him, it only happened because living apart was becoming inconvenient with all those heated nights you wanted to spend together between his missions.

“I’m bored.” Graves felt your arms sneak around his neck from behind as you spoke, leaning close to his ear. “Your friend is really mean,” you complained quietly so only he would hear.

He turned his head to the side to give you a quick kiss. “Or you just pounced on him two seconds after he arrived and he’s still in shock,” he informed you with a smile. “Give him time, baby.”

With a sigh, you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Don’t leave tonight,” you asked him before placing a soft kiss on his shirt.

“I can’t cancel last minute,” he told you, his voice still calm and steady despite the need to pull you over the couch and spank you for being a brat.

From your groan he could tell you were rolling your eyes at him. “I canceled two months ago because you asked me to,” you pointed out.

“Fair enough,” was all he said in the end.

“Maybe we could try something new tonight,” you began as your lips traveled up to that sensitive spot behind his ear. “Why don’t you ask him if he would like to join us? Maybe he would say yes sooner if he knew you were one hundred percent on board with this.”

“And if I’m not on board?”

You let out a low chuckle. “Next time it’s your turn to bring someone to play with us. Please?” you asked sweetly, your hand moving from his chest towards his jeans.

But Graves was quick to catch your hand and pulled it up to his lips. How could he say no to you when you were all sweet and seductive? You always got what you wanted, he knew it was probably partially his fault, so why would it be any different now?

He glanced over at Soap who was looking anywhere but in their direction. “Hey, John, she has an idea. Why don’t you join us? In bed, not at dinner. Well, there too, obviously,” he said with a smile.

Soap gulped loudly at the thought, his brain short circuiting from this information. His gaze moved from Graves to you, and he saw that pleading look on your face that he knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore. So that’s how you wanted to play? Fine. Let’s see who chickens out first.

[i2sunric]

Hello! I dropped by to ask if you'd write something w either hanbin or jiwoong that includes reader teasing him and then him manhandling and going rough with reader? Love yr works n thanks in advance! 💋🩶

SINphony — k.jiwoong

wc: 1.9k (i went feral)

reader: afab (no pronouns used)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); making out, pet names, dom! jiwoong but also slightly subby, sub! reader but acts dom, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, riding, oral

summary: you were horny and tied jiwoong to the bed, teasing him, however when you let him go he taught you what happens when you misbehave.

hi anon! i hope this suits you, i actually loved writing it. thank you 🩷

you were peacefully cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend jiwoong, he was reading his script for the new upcoming drama he was starring in on the sofa. he was wearing glasses, head resting on his hand as he sometimes touched his lips in concentration.

you couldn’t help but think he was dropdead gorgeous, the mole in his face was so attractive. you didn’t even notice you were staring at him for too long until he felt being stared at, so he raised his glance, meeting yours.

“everything already babe?” he questioned, leaving the script on the lonely table and getting up, reaching you in the kitchen

he hugged you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “i’m hungry.” he titled his head “isn’t dinner almost ready?”

you shook your head, pressing your lips into a thin line and crawling your finger on his chest.

jiwoong understood what you meant, he smirked and held you closer. he gave you another kiss, deeper this time.

“is my baby needy?” he questioned “need you so bad.” you pouted and this is what it took to make him hard, he felt his cock twitch inside his pants

he took your hand and led you to the bedroom, but before he could do anything you pushed him on the bed. not expecting it, jiwoong fell flat on his back.

jiwoong giggled and let you do what you wanted, you crawled on him, removing his pants and shirt. he did the same to you, throwing the clothes somewhere unknown and giving you a kiss.

it seemed as if your lips couldn’t be apart for too much.

you then smirked, taking a cloth thread which was used to close jiwoong’s glasses case, since it broke.

you tied him up to the head of the bed, jiwoong let you be, he thought that your knots would not be too hard to remove. he giggled, watching as your tongue stuck out of your mouth in concentration “cute.” he murmurs

you nod satisfied and give your attention back to your boyfriend who was laying down under you. you felt powerful since you knew he was in your hands at that moment. you removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

you smirked and started to kiss him while slowly also grinding on his dick, it was hard and straight on his chest, ita colour was an angry red and veins pulsed.

he moaned in your mouth, it was low and deep and it made your pussy twitch. you continued to kiss phim harshly, jiwoong already tried to remove his hands from the knots to touch you.

“nah-ah.” you shook your head, pulling your lips away and lowering yourself on his chest. you started to kiss him and lick it, letting your tongue feel all of his abs.

jiwoong moaned again, shutting his eyes closed and his chest raising in pleasure “babe…” he whined when you sucked his nipple, letting your tongue twirl it and slightly bite it

it sent shivers through his spine “oh my—“ his breath got unsteady

you kept grinding on him, you could feel his pretty cock dripping precum under you which made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

jiwoong slightly opened his eyes, just enough to admire your beauty “y/n, baby, can you ride me?” he asked nicely, knowing that he wouldn’t have lasted long

you acted as if you couldn’t hear him and continued to grind, even faster than before, he groaned, trying to untie the knots. little did he know you had followed a tutorial on how to make tight knots and now only you knew how to untie it.

“y/n, let me go.” jiwoong’s voice was angry and complaining, you knew he loved when you rode him, he always told you it as his favourite thing, but he was always the one in control. you wanted to know how it felt, to have your boyfriend in your grip.

you shook your head, teasing the tip of his cock with your finger. he gasped your name, seeing him so helpless under you was such a sight.

“please baby, please ride me, i want to be inside you.” his eyes got teary, and two red marks started to appear on his wrists.

“give me a reason on why i should ride you, and i will.” you whispered in jiwoong’s ear and he looked at you in disbelief “a reason? y/n, i could list at least a hundred. you feel so good, wrapped around my cock while you bounce up and down or grind on it, your tight pussy hugs my cock and i love it when you’re cumming and it pulses around it.” he was struggling to talk because he was very close to his orgasm

all those praising raised your ego, you slipped him inside of your wet pussy and bounced up and down and grinder, just like he said he loved. you moved fast, gripping on his waist to have friction.

jiwoong was a moaning mess under you, he couldn’t stop but whine your name and small ‘thank you’s.

“y/n.. i’m close— pull away or i’ll cum inside you.” he said, trying again to touch you, forgetting he was a whole with the bed at that moment

“gonna cum.. pull away-“ you shook your head “but we aren’t using protections.” jiwoong reminded you, but you couldn’t care less

you raised the speed a little bit more before saying “cum inside of me, fill me up.” those words were enough to make him reach the orgasm, he inarched his back and his legs raised, you continued to move — at a slower pace — on his, overstimulating the poor man.

“b—babe…” he struggled to say, eyes rolling back and head against the pillow. you finally stopped and reached for his hands, untying the knots “since you’ve been a good boy, i will reward you by letting you go.” you smirked

jiwoong sighed, finally feeling his blood circulating again in his hands.

however, as you were about to pull out his cock from you and get up from the bed, jiwoong gripped on your waist and shifted your position. you were now under him, struggling to move due to his muscular body.

“what are you doing?” you said, trying to break free but jiwoong was way stronger than you “i may have been a good boy, but you surely haven’t behaved well. i need to teach you a lesson.”

well, you truly didn’t expect your plan to backfire against you.

“jiwoong-ie… i’m so sorry, please let me go.” you softly begged, rubbing your thumb against his tensed arm

“nah-ah.” he mocked you, placing a hand around your neck and thrusting inside of you without any warning, you moaned in both pain and pleasure, his arm veins popping up and his pretty hands around your neck were something you enjoyed, secretly.

“mh jiwoong.” you buried the back of your head in the pillow and gripped on the sheet with your hands, jiwoong chuckled at the sight

“this is what people who misbehave deserve.” his eyes sparkled in both anger and lust as he thrusted deep inside of you, each one was so deep you thought it could almost reach your chest.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry, please.” you begged, though you didn’t really know what you were begging for. you didn��t even know when you came, but you did and jiwoong was overstimulating you.

tears rolled down on your cheeks, jiwoong dried them up with his thumb, removing the hand from your neck. you whined at the contact loss, but you felt more free to breath.

he took your legs in his arms and busted them open, his cock was the only thing you felt, everything else went numb.

“jiwoong— please, oh my.” was the only thing you could cry, he went crazy over you, seeing you in such state brought pleasure all over his body, you felt him shiver.

“just a little bit more, babe.” he reassured, but contra of his words, he went faster. you cried out loud and moaned, the grip on the sheets tightened so much your hand were red.

with a last big and deep thrust he came inside of you, your legs were shaking and your eyes shut, you felt full, filled up by him for the second time.

he pulled out and placed a kiss on your lips, he took a towel from the wardrobe and gently cleaned you up while also whispering praises and kind words to your ears.

you regained your senses and opened your eyes, smiling “it didn’t go as i planned.”

jiwoong chuckled and fixed the glasses he had put back on “well, you can’t win against me, baby.”

[chvnnie]

It wasn’t easy to convince him to agree to this. In fact, you’re not sure if this is what he really wants or if he gave in just to get you to stop bringing it up every time you have sex.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

Even if that’s the case, how could you complain when he looks so pretty in the dimmed lights of the bedroom. Chest flushed, bottom lip between his teeth as he exhaled a shaky breath. His eyes aren’t on you, but on the toy around your waist. The one that’s diving deeper inside him, moving at an agonizing slow pace.

You giggle, reaching out to stroke his jaw. When your fingertips brush his chin, Minho looks up at you. Big, pretty eyes. Helplessness fills every corner of his gaze though he tries to hide it.

Maybe he didn’t really want it at first. But now, there’s no doubt he’ll be begging you for this again.

“Aw, what’s wrong, pretty?” You tease, a thumb on his bottom lip pulling down. Releasing it from his bite. The skin is punctured, dark red blood pearling on the sensitive surface. With your digit, you spread it across the expanse of the lip. Painting blood like lipstick. “Too much?”

Minho whimpers, shaking his head quickly. “N-no.”

“Not enough?”

Ah, that brings a nod from him. His hands come to your hips, nailing digging into the leather strap as he tries to bring you in closer. To have the thick dildo fill more of him up. The one he fought so hard against.

Your hand moves quickly from his chin, finding grip on his dark hard and yanking. Hard. Minho cries out, his cock twitching on his abs from the pain.

“Impatient.” You click your tongue, retracting your hips back. The toy slides until only the tip is inside of him. Nothing compared to what he so desperately needs. “Don’t be such a slut, or you won’t get my cock at all.”

You can see it. The fire hasn’t burned out in his eyes — a piece of him is still angry. That you would speak to him like this, that you would overpower him. That you would demean him by showing him how much he enjoys being pegged by you.

It’s cute. You like watching him suffer.

“Say sorry.” You coo, a cold hand wrapping around his cock. Minho shutters, the feeling of finally being touched enough to make him moan. Loud, deep.

“‘M sorry.” He gives in quickly his time, hands falling from your hips to show he means it. “I’m sorry, j-just please don’t stop touching me—“

“Oh? You like this?” Giving his cock one harsh, rough tug, Minho is verging on tears. It feels so good — your hands, the dildo. God, it’s all so good.

“So much.” He’s whining. You’ve never heard him make a sound like that before. Where’s all that dominance he brags about? Where’s the asshole who you can't stand outside the bedroom, the one who said he’d never kneel for anyone — especially you?

He’s the one begging beneath you so beautifully. It’s so nice to bring the untouchable down.

Humming, you roll your hips. Pushing the strap on deeper inside him. Slowly, the pace agony for him. You move until you’re so close to his spot that it brings tears to his eyes. Right there, you just need to move a little more—

“Do you want to cum?” You ask, rubbing a thumb up and down the vein of his cock.

Minho doesn’t hesitate, nodding quickly. “P-please?”

You lean in until your chest is against his, hand still firmly gripping his cock. Lips hovering above his, the blood staining them a pretty scarlet color. His breath is fanning over your face. Waiting. For your lips to meet, for you to pull out. For anything.

“Anything for you, angel.”

Your hips buck, pushing the toy so deep inside so quickly that Minho cries out against your lips. Pushing yourself back up, you grab a hold of his hips as you set a brutal pace.

He’s pinned the bed, legs spread wide and head thrown back against the pillow. His body is like a sculpture, handcrafted just for you. Yours to please, yours to fuck. Whatever you want to do to Minho.

And now, all you want to do to him is make him shatter. Break the marble into sharp pieces. Destroy the beauty. Leave him as nothing, as he always does with you.

“Is this what you fucking wanted?” You almost have to shout to be heard over his cries. “Hm? To be fucked like a little bitch?”

It’s like all Minho can do is cry. His hands gripping the sheets, head rolled back as he releases the prettiest sounds that you feel deserve an audience.

“Fuck.” He curses. “B-baby, please—“

Oh, the begging is too much. You can’t stop giggling, your whole body on fire from how pathetic he’s acting. “You’re so cute when you cry.” Grabbing his cock again, you start to pump with the beat of your hips. “Let’s see how pretty you are when you cum.”

What a delight it is to have his cock in your hands, the cum running down your wrist. There’s so much of it; puddling on his stomach, rolling down to the sheets. Everywhere.

When he’s finished, you grab his face again. Hold it still as you push your cum covered fingers in his mouth, making him gag on it. Forcing him to lick them clean.

“Good bitch.” You say so sweetly, grinning so evilly down at him.

To your surprise, the fire has died in his eyes. Replaced with awe, a slow smile spreading across his face. You’ve broken the unbreakable, putting the pieces back together in a way that compliments you better.

Though, it’s hard to extinguish a fire like Minho’s.

[joshlmbrt]

hey love!! you are my favvvv spence writer, i’ve requested from you before and you deliver so beautifully, i truly thank you for that :)

i was wondering if i could request again, a soft comfort fem!reader fic, where she’s had debilitating headaches non stop and spencer relates, and helps her through the pain? i would really appreciate it, thank you in advance 💜

omg?? thank you so so much, especially since i haven’t written for him in a while!! i thank YOU for your kind words! thank you for this request, i hope i do it justice - sorry for the long wait! w; headaches but that’s ab it!

spencer steps into a quiet and dark and cold apartment, eyes squinting together as he tries to fumble for the lightswitch.

flipping on a dim light, he’s slightly worried by how silent it really is. his go bag is placed on the couch as he walks past the living room and towards the small hallway, hand reaching for the knob as he opens the door.

it creaks and he peeks his head in. he notices a lump in his bed, a small smile pulling at his lips. he step in fully, the door being pushed open on the way.

his hand lands on your back as his other reaches for a lamp.

“don’t turn it on.” it’s muffled against and his fingers graze the string as he stops, eyes moving and looking at the back of your head.

“why not?”

“my headache,” it sounds pathetic and small coming from your lips and he frowns, sitting down by you as his hand smooths a line up and down your spine. “it was too hot and i had to get up and turn on the air, lights made it worse.”

he nods in understanding, then realizes you aren’t looking. “i know… im sorry, you just lie here. i’ll be right back.”

you only nod, hair bunching up under you cheek. he walks towards the living room, pulling out a heating pad that had taken up the drawer of the side table by the couch for you in case of cramps.

he walks towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass. he fills it with water, before grabbing some advil - it never helped him, but maybe, and hopefully, it can help you.

he walks back towards the room, stepping inside. there’s enough moonlight shedding into the room that he can see. he places the heating pad down on his side of the bed, the water and advil on your nightstand, before stepping into the bathroom.

he reaches for the spray bottle that you keep there to trim his hair, a brush, and a single rubber band that rests on the sink. he makes his way back, pressing a hand in between your shoulder blades.

“can you sit up? it’ll be quick, i promise.”

you lay there for a moment before slowly moving and sitting up. he presses a kiss to your temple before sitting in behind you. “just keep your eyes closed. i’m sorry.”

you nod. he sprays some water into your hair, wetting it just enough to comb through the tangles. he didn’t know how to braid, but he’s going to try, so your hair isn’t bothering you while you try to get comfortable.

it’s a loose braid and loose strands of hair are still brushing at you cheeks, but it’s good enough. he stands from the bed, dragging the heating pad with him.

his hand rubs at your shoulder, helping you lie back down.

“sorry.” you whisper.

he looks up from where he’s plugging in the heating pad, a frown set on his face. “what for?”

“i know you’re tired and you just got home and now you’re taking care of me.”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way. i want you to feel better. if i didn’t care, i wouldn’t be doing this.”

you nod slightly, talking is even too much. he makes sure it’s on the lowest setting, hand cupping the underside of your head and covering the pillow with the heating pad. he gently places your head back down.

“that should help, if it doesn’t, let me know, okay?”

“mhm.” you hum softly.

“please don’t feel like you’re bothering me, you’re not. i love taking care of you,” you give him a small smile. his thumb traces your forearm. “there’s some advil and water when you feel up to taking anything. it might help. i’m going to change and then i’ll come and lie down with you, okay?”

you nod against the warmth, brows pinching together. he leans down and presses a kiss to the deep crease before walking away.

he’s quick changing and doing his nightly routine. slipping under the cool covers, he lets out a small sigh, eyes closing momentarily, before they open again and look over at you.

he smiles softly at the soft snores that leave your throat. he rolls over and pushes some hair from your cheek.

he’s surprised that you could even fall asleep, but he’s glad that you were able too.

he presses another kiss to your forehead before lying his head down close to yours.

[mcddyperez]

CLOSE CALL ; LHS

badboy!heeseung x goodgirl!reader

IN WHICH : yn invited her “bad influence”boyfriend of 8 months, heeseung, over to her house while she studied, thinking that her parents wouldn’t be home til 7:00, but what happens when they come home early?

WARNINGS : she/her pronouns, slightly suggestive, kissing, language, cliches

WORD COUNT : 721 words

Y/n knew that getting into a relationship with the schools bad boy was going to get her weird looks, especially because of the fact that the young girl was considered a goody goody, everyone expected her to become the president when she was older, which is why it was such a shock. Heeseung was the only person to see the other side of the girl, her not-so-innocent side.

Heeseung was the complete opposite of the young girl, he would always be getting in trouble, sneaking out, and he was a smoker. Heeseung was attracted to the girl because she treated him well. Heeseung lived alone so he didn’t have anybody telling him what he could do or who he could have over.

That wasn’t the case for y/n.

The couple was laying on y/n’s bed, Heeseung leaving soft kisses on the girls neck as the y/n tries to focus on the English notes in front of her, failing miserably.

“Hee, I really need to study!” The girl complained , trying to move her neck away from the boy. “You have all day to study, I need your attention.” Heeseung said, not moving from the position, holding onto the girls waist tightly from behind. Y/n turned her head to face the boy behind her, giving the boy a quick passionate kiss. When the girl pulled away, she stared at the boy.

“Is that enough attention?” Y/n spoke, making the boy roll his eyes before moving the notebook off the girls lap, pulling the girl into a longer kiss.

Heeseung moved his hand to the girls cheek, deepening the kiss. When y/n pulled away, the two stared into each other’s eyes. “I really have to study hee.” The girl said, grabbing her notebook from the edge of her bed. Heeseung sighed before leaning back on his arms.

“When do your parents get home?” Heeseung asked, trying to pass time while the young girl was focused on English. “At 7:00, I think.” Y/n said, highlighting a sentence in her notebook. “So I have 2 hours to do this.” Heeseung said before pulling the girls face into a long kiss, holding the back of her head.

Y/n gave in, putting her arms on the sides of the boy, kissing him softly. Heeseung pulled the girl on top of him, her legs being on each side of him. Heeseung grabbed onto y/n’s waistline, lifting her shirt so he could grab onto her bare skin.

Y/n forgot about her test tomorrow, all her focus was on him. She attacked the boys neck, leaving hickeys that aligned into a line onto the boys neck. This wasn’t the first time the girl would leave marks on the boy, but it wasn’t just him getting marked up.

Heeseung flipped the couple, making him on top. Y/n could feel the boys abes through the boys thin white shirt, making the girl blush and moan a little.

As the couple made out on the girls bed, the two didn’t notice the sound of the door opening downstairs. Y/n’s parents noticed that their daughter had someone over when they saw a random black car blocking their driveway.

Y/n pulled away, hearing noises from down stairs. “Why’d you stop?” Heeseung said, kissing y/n’s neck. “I think my parents are home early.” The girl says, that doesn’t stop the boy from his continuing his actions.

“Heeseung, there gonna come check if I’m studying. I don’t think my dad would appreciate seeing a his little girl’s neck being eaten by a random high school boy.” Y/n said, pushing the boys face from her neck. Heeseung playfully rolled his eyes before getting up from the girls bed, grabbing his stuff.

As heeseung was about to go through the girl’s window, the girls obviously fake sigh got the boy’s attention. “Your not gonna give me a goodby kiss?” The girl said, fake pouting. Heeseung walked towards the girl who was sitting on her bed. He kissed her passionately, putting both of his hands on opposite sides of the girl.

When the couple heard footsteps coming towards the stairs, heeseung quickly left the room, but not without sending the girl a wink making her blush. When y/n made sure he was out safely, she heard a knock on her door, making her hurriedly went to her bed, grabbing her notebook and acting like nothing happened.

Y/n’s mom came in but never suspected a thing, little did the mom know, was that her worst nightmare had just crawled out of her so-called “sweet baby girls” window.

A/N : Hi! This is my first story on this app so I hope you liked it!

[moonseonghwa]

Care for you - Choi San

fluff, angst, smut

Asking San to be your trainer for an important match was stressful, and the nerves eating you away affected your health for the worse. San noticed, dropping by to help you ease them.

warnings: unprotected sex, trainer!san, boxer!reader(fem), hickeys, grinding, praising, violence???

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‘’Again’’ 

You groaned, struggling to get up as your knuckles burned from the constant hits. Your trainer took your hand as he helped you before returning to the starting position. Choi San, your trainer, was being hard on you today, and you surely felt it in his behavior since you’ve been training for the past three hours. Your joints ached and the constant ‘again’ that fell from his lips made you sigh out in annoyance. 

‘’Remember, pulse points’’ He reminded you as you nodded before starting to swing again, following a different routine this time. He noticed though, grabbing you by the wrist just as you were ready to swing, twisting it around before pushing you back to the ground. You grunted, letting your head drop to the ground, tired of the constant failing. There was no way you were going to get this, you felt the muscle aches already and the training hasn’t even ended. 

‘’Again’’ 

‘’Isn’t this enough for today? I obviously can’t get it right now’’ You replied, ready to leave before he grabbed your wrist again, demanding eyes staring at you as his eyebrows raised. He was the kind of person that would joke with you and make fun of your outfit just to tease you, but when you got in the ring, he was as serious as ever. His gaze was so intimidating you felt small in his presence. 

‘’The match is in four days, don’t slip now’’ He replied, gesturing you to start again. 

You had asked him to prepare you a few weeks ago, to get you to the best form before your match. Choi San, one of the best teachers in the country, luckily a close friend of your sister. He told you he would help you, but only if you agreed to long and tiring sessions because like he said, his students never fail. So you got up, and did it again, and again, and again until you almost couldn’t even get back up. The lights in the hall were suddenly too bright, and you stumbled over to drink some water in case you might throw up. 

‘’Is that the best you can do?’’ He dared you, making you release a sigh as you got back up in the ring. 

He was challenging you, just like he always did because he knew that was the only thing you couldn’t stand. It is the reason you got into martial arts, to prove to anyone who challenged you not to mess with you. You thought back to your first training, pulse points, always guard your face, as you hit again, this time taking him by surprise. He laughed as he held your left hand, your right coming around the back of his head as you pushed it down while kneeing him in the stomach making him release a surprised gasp. 

‘’Are you okay?’’ You gasped, making him chuckle.

‘’Good job’’ He said, not showing any sign of pain before muttering ‘’again’’.

So you went back in, a sudden motivation entering you as you found a way to get him on the floor, your hands pinning his wrists against the floor. However, you were so lost in his eyes staring into yours as he was so close, you almost felt his breath against your lips and you felt like the moment lasted forever. His eyes dropped to your lips, as you felt his abs contract underneath you. You were so busy with the feeling of his body against yours that you didn’t expect him to roll over his hips, throwing you on the floor as his fist stopped right in front of your face. You dropped your head, rubbing your forehead with your sleeve as he got off you. 

‘’We’re done for today’’ He announced, throwing a towel next to you as he left the room. 

You wanted to scream, mad at yourself for losing focus over such a stupid reason, but instead, you got up and walked to the locker rooms to change. You felt the crippling anxiety rip through you as you showered, the boxing match is so important to you that you didn’t think about anything else. This match would decide your acceptance into the organization you strived for, it is the one reason you were still practicing. 

You got out of the shower before changing into fresh clothes and making your way out of the locker room, San standing in the hallway in front of the door, also freshened up with his hair messy as it fell on his forehead. You started to walk away before he spoke up, making you stop in your tracks. 

‘’Why haven’t you cleaned your cuts?’’ He asked.

‘’Because I don’t have time for that’’ 

‘’You should take care of yourself, Y/n’’ He replied, walking towards you after he pushed himself off the door. His teacher gaze was back, the intimidating one that made you question your sanity.

‘’The game is in four days, I can’t waste time’’ He could hear the stress and anxiety lacing your tone. 

‘’What are you having for dinner?’’ You wondered why he asked this, eyebrows raising before asking him why. ‘’I wonder if you’re even eating enough.’’

‘’I’m exhausted San, I can’t stay up and cook at this hour.’’ You responded, turning your back before making your way out of the door. You didn’t realize how worked up you got, blaming it all on the constant stress you felt. Because what if it didn’t work out for you? 

What if, what if, what if. 

The only words occupying your mind right now. 

You felt San walk out after you, following your tracks as you made your way toward your car. 

‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked a few seconds later, head turning to him as you grew even more annoyed, 

‘’I’ll cook for you since you’re too exhausted to do it’’ You felt your heart twist, wondering how someone could care about someone else like this. 

‘’You don’t have to’’ 

‘’You’re stressed out and shouldn’t be alone right now’’ San’s words made you not think about the match for just a few seconds, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to taste his cooking skills. ‘’So?’’ 

‘’Okay’’ 

-

You heard San shuffle through the cabinets in the kitchen, doing his best to cook something with the remaining things left in your kitchen. You were sitting on the couch, watching him work with the ingredients as he cooked pasta for you, warming your heart. It was snowing outside, the white flakes contrasting the dark sky outside as you heard the wind hit your window. 

‘’Why is it so dark in here?’’ He asked, walking around to find the light switch in the corner of the room as he turned on the dim lights in your apartment. He looked at you as you were inspecting his every move, before smiling at you making nerves erupt in your stomach, as you cleared your throat before turning your head back to the window. There was something about San that made you feel something you’d never felt before. He made you feel appreciated, he wanted what was best for you as he proved to help you in countless gym sessions. He could just go home and sleep instead of working late hours with you for nothing in return. You felt yourself relying on him more and more. 

‘’You want vegetables with it?’’ You heard from the kitchen before turning your head to him and shaking it as a no. 

He walked towards the couch, two plates with pasta bolognese in his hands which he sat down on the coffee table in front of you before plopping down on the floor in front of you. You slid down next to him as he fidgeted with the remote to turn on the tv. You took a bite out of the pasta, chewing down as you tasted the flavor.

‘’What do you think?’’ 

‘’It’s delicious’’ You spoke up, even though you didn’t sound excited, it really did taste really good.

He was close to you, sitting just inches away you could smell his cologne. You breathed in the sweet smell when you were done eating, not focusing on the movie in front of you at all as your hands found a way to fiddle with your nails again because of the anxiety of the match. San’s eyes caught the movement, throwing his hand over yours to stop you from hurting your nail beds before he noticed the uncleaned cuts on your knuckles. 

‘’Why haven’t you cleaned them up?’’ He asked.

‘’Haven’t had any time to do so’’ You replied, rubbing your fingers over the red marks. ‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked when he got up without saying anything. 

‘’Getting something to clean them for you, they could get infected’’ 

You sighed, getting up to sit on the couch as you watched him open de cabinets, taking out the first aid kit he probably noticed while cooking, before walking back to you as he sat down next to you before taking your hand in his. Your first instinct was pulling away before his stern look made you give in. 

He started cleaning with cotton swabs, holding your hand as you felt his warm skin against yours. You winced when the alcohol hit your skin, making him look up in worry before continuing after you gestured you were fine. He carefully cleaned all the cuts, placing a bandaid over the one on your arm. Unaware, your fingers went back to fiddling while San closed the first aid kit, making him place his hand over yours once again. 

He was close again, this time closer than before, his knee against yours as his hand covered both of yours. You looked at his hand, noticing the scar that ran through the middle. You ran your finger over it, wondering how he got it. 

‘’I used to get into fights a lot, before starting to use my anger for boxing’’ He spoke up, reading your mind. ‘’All the pent-up frustration always ended me up in trouble, this scar actually happened when they had knives while I used my hands’’ 

You looked at him, his eyes staring deep into yours as his body warmth radiated off him, feeling like a warm blanket landing over your cold body. There was some kind of deep care San started to feel for you. He understood the anxiety and stress you had for the matches, being the same as he always used to have before one. 

You felt him leaning in closer, eyes falling to your lips as he doubted just kissing you. Your hand went to his cheek, eyes still staring at his as you felt yourself falling into him more. The moment lasted forever before he finally leaned in, lips so close you could feel his breath before he interlocked his lips with yours. You returned the kiss immediately, eyes closing in satisfaction as you felt his soft lips against yours. It was careful, slow, and delicate how he kissed you as if you were fragile—as if his touching could break you. 

He pulled away, checking on you, before you kissed him again, this time a bit more intense. You felt every part of your body on fire, taking away every bit of anxiety with his lips on yours. His hand found its way to your thigh, pulling you over his lap while his tongue entered your mouth. 

Your hand pulled on his hair, making him bite your lip as he groaned before kissing your jawline, to your earlobe as he made his trail down your neck, his hands coming underneath your shirt to pull it off you. 

‘’Are you good?’’ He checked in, making you nod with a smile on your face before pecking his mouth softly making him grin. 

His hands traced the outline of your back, underneath the strap of your bra before going back down as his lips created little purple marks on your neck. You pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned torso, and wide shoulders on display. You let out little whimpers at the feeling of his lips. Your nails dug into the skin of his back to keep you from moaning. 

‘’Let me hear you, baby’’ He rasped in your ear, making you grow hot at the sound of his deep voice. He was teasing, testing out the waters to see what you liked. He felt it though, your legs trying to close every time he placed another kiss on your neck, down to your breast before his fingers found the clip of your bra. He looked at you for confirmation, making you nod approvingly as he undid your bra. Your bare chest comes in contact with this warm body. 

‘’Why are you so cold?’’ He asked, pressing your hips towards his to lock your body with him. You felt him all over you, breathing in his delicious cologne, his hard chest pressed into yours as he lifted your hips to take off his pants. 

‘’Do you want to do this?’’ He asked you, and you felt like you couldn’t do anything except nod. ‘’I need words baby’’ His hands traced your collarbones, making your breath hitch before muttering a faint ‘yes’.

His hands went around your hips, back to your waistline as he undid the cords of your sweats. You released a pleasured sigh as your bare core came in contact with San’s thigh. Your eyes closed, head falling backward as you released a moan. You didn’t even realize how turned on you were before even the slightest friction on your core resulted in a shock of pleasure running through you.

San looked at you with a surprised smirk on his face, like he was proud of himself for being able to get you like this. He felt nerves run through him when he really realized that it was you in front of him. Y/n who was always so picky with the people she let into her life. Y/n who never let anyone close to her. Hell he didn’t even know if anyone has ever been in this house besides you. 

So he pulled you closer, enjoying the moment with you he knew should be treasured as he caressed your side before lifting your lips and aligning you with his stiff length. You looked at him with those pretty eyes, almost pleading for pleasure as you slowly sunk down, meeting his hips as you bottomed out. 

Both of you needed a minute to catch your breath, before you started to slowly go up and down, igniting moans from both of you as San touched you caringly. His mouth fell open, sweat on his forehead as you felt so good around him.

‘’You’re so good at this, look at my good girl’’ He praised in your ear, arms wrapping around your waist before he turned both of you around, letting you down on the couch softly as he went in and out of you slow and deep. Your mouth was open, soft moans slipping out as you felt San everywhere. His one hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them above your head as his chest stayed against yours, grinding against you while the other hand lifted your knee towards your chest to go even deeper, hitting your sweet spot continuously. 

‘’San’’ You called out, reaching out to kiss him on his lips. His mouth devoured you as you felt yourself growing closer and closer. ‘’Don’t stop please— Fuck’’ 

‘’Won’t ever stop loving this pussy’’ He groaned, fingers pressing down on your clit as he spurred you on, even more, the knot in your stomach close to snapping. ‘’Hold it, baby, want to come with you’’ He said, going even deeper than before, making you whine as you tried to stop yourself from coming. 

‘’Come for me’’ He ordered, making you release immediately, the burning pleasure building its way up and crashing down on you as you closed your eyes, back arching against San’s stomach as he kissed your neck through it before shooting his load inside you, dropping his head in your neck and softly biting your shoulder as the pleasure overtook him. 

His body fell against yours, his elbow holding himself up so he didn’t crush you. You both had to catch your breath, your hand running through his soft black hair as his nose nuzzled in your neck while his other hand massaged your hip which he held so tightly. 

‘’Let’s take a shower’’ he murmured, pushing himself up as he grabbed your waist to take you with him. 

In the shower, he couldn’t help but cuddle you the entire time, naked bodies against each other as your eyes filled with tears. Your cheek was pressed against his chest, warm water falling against you as you held his shoulder tightly, never wanting to let go. 

‘’What’s wrong, love?’’ He asked, your heart doing twists at the nickname. 

‘’Just want you to hold me forever’’

‘’I will never let you go’’ He kissed your forehead, making you smile as tears fell down your cheek.

[kuni-is-daddy]

"Just like that."

Scaramouche X female reader

fingering, teasing.

Anon: "SCARA TRAINING/WORKING OUT AND TEASING US, oh you like the way he stretches his arms after he won a battle he’ll make sure he shows them off...He’s dragging his fingers everywhere on himself to “wipe the sweat off” no he’s just teasing you, working you all up before he decides to finger you after a long day of showing everyone who’s boss"

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

"What a waste of space, Aren't you supposed to be the big strong fatui?" He said while hovering in the air. The beautiful teal chakra energy flowing through his body as his eyes glowed in correlation of it. The way he'd so casually step on his enemies after releasing a gigantic form of anemo energy. How he'd crush them under his heel, Watching as they cough and reel out blood in pain. And god the sly things that would come out of his mouth. Sometimes you'd wonder if he brought you out to the murky forests just so you could watch him. But you didnt care, You knew you'd always be safe in his arms...In more ways than one.

"Heh we're you seriously scared?" He said while looking down on you, Hair blowing through the wind. "I-im not scared scara...I Just dont want you to get hurt or be in danger." "Danger? How ridiculous, Im well aware people have it out for me in this joke of a reality we're in." He took his hat back away from you, then put his hand on his hip "If your so concerned then why do you still persist me? Your only looking for trouble." he scoffed. "Well..its because I love you scara." You held his hands. "and....I wouldnt mind a bit of 'trouble' in my life if it was you." He grew flustered from your words. "Oh really? Then how about you join me when i work out tomorrow? I Could use a little bit of 'motivation.' "

You locked the door from the inside. The interior of the apartment looked beautiful. The table and floors we're so clean you could practically see your reflection, Their was a room upstairs that caught your eye. Decorated in L.E.D lights that would glow green. 'so that must be nahidas room' you thought. Across the long hallway led to the workout room. As you approached the room you heard the echo of grunts and sighs. You knocked and with a rough "Come in" You entered. His gym was even more mesmerizing. Completely traditional to Inazuma's culture, not too much equipment and only the case of his malevolent katana the Shikiraku Gobandate. A blade strong enough to parry his own mothers Mosou no hitotachi. To your left, their was scara. He was bench pressing what looked like 175lbs by himself..Without a spotter. You rushed over to him, Your tits bouncing in his peripheral vision. "S-scara! why are you pressing without a spotter? You could get hurt!" You stood behind him and the bar while taking off your jacket. Your hands then hovered over it ready to catch the weights at any moment. Laying down, Scara had a perfect view of your cleavage.

SMUTTT:

"Your right, Maybe i should have you spot me with a view like this~" "S-shut up..or ill let it fall on you." He chuckled at your words. Watching scara excersis was so satisfying, The way he'd breathe heavy while lifting each time, Brokenly counting each set, It was music to your ears. Once he was done, He asked you to pass him his water bottle and god did he look hot. Scara was covered in sweat while his abs pierced through his tight black undershirt. His shorts we're also ruffled up, So much that you could see the V line leading down to his cock. Kuni noticed your visible staring and decided to entertain you a bit, He took sips from the water then poured out the rest of the bottle onto his hair. Ruffling his hair through his hands and while looking at you.

"Your enjoying yourself over there y/n?" You snapped out of your flustered daze. "Y-Yeah! Im gonna start my push ups now." You got on all fours, getting ready to position yourself when he interrupted you. "You should stretch out a bit. Its stupid for you to go straight into a heavy exercise like that." You looked up to see his tall and muscular body infront of you. He was stretching out his arms while he shorts loosely hanged on.

"12..13...14.." you collapsed then rolled over on your back against the floor. "Pathetic, Is that all you can do? only 14?" Your vision shifted to scara who was sitting on the floor while gently playing with the tip of his katana. "I could do 90 in my sleep y/n." He got up then walked up to you again. "Sorry scara..Im really trying.." "You 'trying' isnt good enough. Fucking push yourself harder. get to 15 at least next time. lets take a break." "A break..? Kuni we just started-" He took off his shirt and threw it onto the floor. "K-Kuni..." The room began to feel hotter as your body tensed up just looking at him again. "You sure like to run your mouth alot y/n. Always giving stupid little suggestions." He then laid back on his workout bench. "Come. How about you tell me what you want sooooo badly." You gave a flustered look and walked towards kuni, He patted his thigh and told you to sit on his lap. "You know, You look so fucking good in that outfit right now. Wearing black just for me~ I love how your nipples show every time you do a rep..Your not wearing a bra are you?" you turned your head. "Hmm? You we're giving me such gazing looks earlier. Isnt it my turn now?" You began to shift back and forth on his thigh, grinding. Kuni placed his hands against your waist while teasing you even further. "So eager arent you? Did you like that slut. The way i grazed my fingers so lightly against my blade. Want daddy to be gentle with you like that huh?" "Ah..Kuni~" You pressed your hands against his chest back and forth, Now pathetically chasing your high. "F-fuck..How about i treat you rough instead..S-shit..Get you on all fours like a fucking dog and have you choke on my cock. Want that? Want daddy to treat you rough like the pet you are?" Sometimes you'd get so wrapped up in your high and the burning feeling he gave you that you couldnt even understand what he was truly saying, it was if he fucked you dum before he even started.

Kuni picked you up and brought you onto the floor, Spreading your legs then pulling down your pants. "Shit...Look how wet you are. A slut like you worshipping my fucking body as you should. Do you want to feel good slut?" "mmh..Y-yes Kuni~ Wanna feel good" He thrusted two of his slender fingers inside of you. "Ugh~ Fuck your so wet for me. This pussy wants me so bad huh~?" "YES KUNI~ I..I want you to fuck me.. Please~" He laughed "So fucking pathetic..You want my cock that bad? I could give you more..But i like you like this, the horny bitch you are. Begging for me." "N-NO..FUCK~ KUNI PLEASE I WANT IT~ I WANT IT DADDY~" Your heart was beating so fast you just couldnt take it. How badly your legs we're shaking because you wanted to cum, how kuni teased you with no remorse and on top of that it was so hot in the room. "Thats it y/n. Yell just like that for me and cum on my fingers. cum on me, Let me hear you baby, How much you want it~ How much that pussy wants me to fill you up"

Your breath became rapid as you panted hard "K-KUNI M' SO CLOSE~ PLEASE- IM GONNA CUM~" you yelled out for kuni one last time as your juices oozed out onto his hand. "Fuck i love it when you cum for me like that~ all over my fucking fingers" He licked on his fingers while fiddling with the string on his pants. "K..kuni..im tired...gonna lay in your bed" you weakly got up, Legs wobbling from the orgasm you just had. Just as you we're about to head for the door he picked you up and brought you their himself. "T-thank you~" you yawned and began to close the door. but he firmly held it open against the knob. "I never said i was done with you yet slut." Noticing his hard on, he grabbed your hand and guided your fingers into his mouth. "Dont you think you should help master cum too?"