#his humor so dry it makes him thirsty

[lucy-the-demon]

Funny thing about Shane is before I said anything to him in my first playthrough I thought the sprite looked hot

My brain is broken just enough to look at this 8-bit looking motherfucker and say

"Damn bro, lemme hit dat"

I see this goofball walking around outside and I go " holy shiiiiitt!"

Then I had my angry at Shane arc because he was mean to me and then I see that first cutscene and I said

" oh my God, he's just like me! I am miserably depressed yet I didn't notice that we were BOTH dying inside."

Ever since then I have been obsessed man, he's the best representation of depression I've ever seen in any of the media I have consumed.

Sometimes I wish I could see that first cutscene for the first time again. I've never felt so represented by a fictional character as I did in that moment

Here's my reaction to seeing the cutscene for the first time

[matchadobo]

KIDD; kiss-proof lipstick review

warning/s: very fluff, fem reader, youtuber/streamer!kidd, shy!s/o, modern au, most nsfw thing could happen is an abrupt makeout

note: based from this -> post, smaller italicized texts are sub-bullets

kidd as a youtuber that normally does metal covers with his band (heat, killer, and wire)

has about a solid following of 100k subs bc they're just so cool

that is until his viewers asked for his makeup tut bc he always looks so bomb

his viewers have also requested fit checks like what he wears in a week

kidd forgot to mention that he has a s/o, which mildly upset a certain demographic who was ahem thirsty for him

you as his gf doesn't really mind if he talks to himself in front of his phone or camera on random times, but he always tells you a quick warning beforehand bc you sometimes appear on the bg of his vids/streamer

i also think that at some point, kidd does game streams bc he's lazy to edit. his fanbase supports any content he does whether it's just yap streams or food streams or band rehearsals

i feel like he always aims for competitive games that are pvp like MK, COD, league, etc. it just feeds his ego, and he enjoys trashtalking 😭 riling his opponent up and all that

it's all so funny, which explains his fanbase that tolerates his insufferable temper and jokes. it takes a certain kind of humor that other people might take as offensive

but the second he got sponsored by a punk make-up line, a pr box arrived at his doorstep bc he rarely checks his emails

he'd ask you to do a makeup stream with him, but you were too shy about it. especially after being the final boss of a certain demographic that is attracted to him 😭 but you never told him that. knowing him, he'll probably flip all of them off and cause drama

he'd start up stream, poorly introducing the products. you laughed to yourself at how bad he was at complimenting or kissing ass to the brand he legit has never heard of😭

kidd knows how to apply his makeup; shadow, liner, and lipstick. he tried on a purple and red shadow combo and his usual full eye liner.

his stream at that point became very chill, his fans loving every bit of his craft and how focused he was doing everything. especially at how he looked like afterward

"now we got- kiss-proof lipstick? they sent me a shit ton of fuckin' shades!" he showed a whole box of liquid lipsticks. laughing at the ridiculous amount.

his fanbase requested a test of the kiss proof on his palm, showing interest in the product

but kidd had different ideas. it might be a good way to hard launch you already.

his ig and twt already had pictures of you during dates, but your face was always hidden most of the time

"a test on my palm? oh boy, i have a better idea for that."

he'd call you, "babe! baby! c'mere a moment, i need ya a bit."

his chat would go: "babe?!?! omg hard launch?!", "omg here is his s/o!", "OH GOD KIDD YOU SLICK CHEEKY FUCK!"

you'd be scared for a bit, but kidd looked really excited. besides you also want to check out his makeup products.

"are we gonna do it together?" you muttered lowly, referring to the review

"kinda." he shrugged. "i just got one lil job for you, you'd love it promise."

you were skeptical at first but oh well. kidd lets you pick the lipstick of your choice, which was a bright red. it always looks good on him.

the chat was highkey going crazy when your body from neck below was showing

they also noticed how kidd started acting differently, he spoke softly and he had this meek smile while looking up at you

he lets you apply it on him. you were now seating with the seat he pulled to let you down. the chat now being able to see you. you waved a hi shyly, and man the view count started going up

twt was already full of you guys 😖

kidd then fanned his lips, waiting for the product to dry.

"ok, what's next?" you asked, popping the lid close

"this." he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you on stream. holding the kiss pretty good in there, smirking through it as he did so, before sucking on your lips open

you were too flustered and frozen but he even had the audacity to angle his head the other way to continue kissing you

it was pretty fucking lewd, he was really getting in there

but you, you melted from his lips and his firm grip on your nape

the chat and stream lagged at the amount of chats and view counts increasing exponentially

once he pulled away after a good 2 minutes, he turned to the screen and said, "so? it really is kiss proof, aye?" he bursted out laughing at your reaction which was the same when he started kissing you 🤣

the chat also went hysterical, both from freaking out with the both of you and your reaction

you honestly didn't mind, you half expected it. it's kidd we're talking about🤣 because kidd did it as a flex and as a fuck you to his haters (especially those who were targeting you)

you had to excuse yourself which resulted to even more comedic response from kidd at how cute you are. you were burning red btw

you later come back to tell kidd and chat that you're okay, and you plan to get back on him for that

JASDHSAJDJSAJDSA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! JUST DID THIS LAST NIGHT

[rahuratna]

Nanami Kento: Relationship Headcanons (now a fic), Part 3

Contents: pre-relationship headcanons, slow burn, pining, humor

For a few days after that, things continue as normal. Nanami meets you at work on some days, on others he's exceptionally busy with missions and paperwork. The dynamic from that day has receded, but not vanished. It feels a little like reaching a wonderful part of a book and shelving it temporarily, because you cannot bear for it to end. When you return to it, the pages will fall open naturally, close to the place where you left off.

You've stopped pretending, at this point, that your meetings with him were chance ones. You know full well when he is likely to take his breaks and that they always coincide with when you take a later shift. It is one of the many small things that seem to be spiralling out of your ability to maintain control over in recent days.

Even with all of this, the actual progression of your ... interaction (you don't feel brave enough to call it anything else) is a very slight one. You chide yourself for behaving like an immature love-struck idiot. You've always prided yourself on your ability to remain calm and objective about things, which is why this change is so ... terrifying. How can a man so composed himself be the harbinger and creator of such feelings in another person? It defies logic.

Then, one day, he sends you a message. It comes while you're at work, busy handling requisitions for new materials for sorcerers. You've been expecting an email from a contact in the supply and distribution department, and so casually slide your finger over the message before freezing. His name. Exactly as you'd saved it on your contact list.

Nanami Kento.

The message is simple:

"Hello. Please send a clean-up crew. I've attached the location."

A map co-ordinate has been attached, along with a picture. Puzzled, you open up the photo. It shows a warehouse, stacked with boxes and crates. Something had obviously occurred in that warehouse. The crates are shattered, as if a huge force had been applied to them, and dark stains are splattered all over the floors and ceiling. If Nanami had asked for a clean-up crew ...

As if in a daze, you call the relevant department and send the request through. You'd dealt with the aftermath of many exorcisms for other sorcerers, but Nanami never usually left such a mess. His efficiency also ensured that he would normally put the request through himself. That left you slightly worried. If the warehouse looked like that, what about him?

Tentatively, you pick up your phone and type a message.

"Request for clean-up team sent. Are you all right? Any injuries?"

The reply comes shortly after.

"Thank you. I'm fine. No serious injuries."

If the circumstances had been different, you might have found it amusing how robotically dry his messages were. The word 'serious', however, is circling in your mind like a vulture. What if he's downplaying his injuries? You'd never dealt with him directly before, so you wouldn't know for sure. Fingers hovering above the keys, thinking of a subtle way to find out, you give a small start as a message comes through, as if Nanami has been reading your mind.

It's another picture. This one is of his hand, large, wiry fingers wrapped around a Styrofoam coffee cup, reassuringly free of blood. You can see part of his suit jacket, draped over his arm.

"I'm not hurt. But I am thirsty."

Good Lord.

In the quiet of your office, you place your forehead in your palm and laugh silently.

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Nanami had never been one for making idle conversation. His rigid countenance and stern demeanour often made him intimidating and unapproachable, except to those who knew him well. He had always struck you as someone who was supremely and calmly confident in every action he took. Whenever he spoke to you about missions in the break room, there had never been awkward silences or times when he'd seemed at a loss for words. Whatever he's said carried weight and added meaning to the conversation.

Which was why these new developments were such a puzzle to you. Over the past few weeks, there had been incidents where you couldn't make head or tail of his behaviour. It had started with the warehouse clean-up. The next time, it was the mysterious case of the missing homework.

Everyone who worked closely with the sorcerers knew, at this point, that Nanami has somewhat taken Itadori Yuuji under his wing. Unlike Gojo, who was loud, effusive and energetic when he interacted with the students, Nanami gave the impression of tolerating Yuuji's antics. Anyone who knew Nanami a little better could tell that he had a great deal of fondness for the boy.

So, when Nanami came into your office with Yuuji in tow and stopped at your desk, you couldn't help looking curiously between them. Yuuji greeted you with friendly grin and then looked at Nanami expectantly. The latter cleared his throat.

"Good day. I apologize for disturbing you, but I was wondering if you could help us?"

"Of course. What do you need?"

"Itadori has informed me that he's lost his assignment for class this afternoon."

Yuuji shamefacedly produced a battered USB drive and held it out to you.

"Ah, so sorry! But Nanamin told me that since we're passing by here, you'd help me print out another copy?"

"Oh, that's no problem at all."

You smile at Yuuji, who claps his hands together in sincere thanks. You're still wondering why they hadn't made use of the many printers in the student lab on the way here, but soon forget about that when you see the assignment open up in your word processor.

The spelling and grammar ... leave a lot to be desired, to put it kindly. You understand that English is Yuuji's second language, but this assignment wouldn't pass the minimum standards at Jujutsu Tech, where communication with foreign sorcerers was a necessity. You glance up at Nanami, who is eyeing you inscrutably through his tinted glasses. Your gaze tracks across to Yuuji.

"Hmm ... is it fine if I make a few changes? I know that the work should reflect your own ability, but if I explain the errors to you, then it would be the same as you learning and correcting those errors, yes?"

Yuuji's face lights up in a way that leaves you taken aback.

"Oh, yeah! That would be a huge help. Thanks!"

He hops up onto your table, which is thankfully free of the usual clutter, and swings his legs with disarming cheeriness. You take some time to explain his errors, his pink hair fluffing up under the air conditioning in the office as he nods his head earnestly. Within twenty minutes, you've finally made the assignment look far more presentable and Yuuji seems to understand everything you've explained. Nanami watches in silence.

Holding the newly printed copy like a precious treasure, Yuuji waves to you as they exit the office. You laugh and wave back. Nanami pauses in the doorway and looks back at you. He seems about to say something, then changes his mind, bows in thanks and follows Yuuji. You raise an eyebrow.

Curiouser and curiouser.

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A few days later, you have some time off. You've stepped out of the shower, the scent of your herb-filled window boxes pleasantly filtering into the apartment with the afternoon breeze. You make yourself some tea and check your phone, coming to an abrupt halt when you see a message from Nanami waiting. You feel a rising frustration with yourself. As much as you can acknowledge the hold this man has over you, you wish your reactions to him were less embarrassing.

You close your eyes briefly, allowing the bittersweet pang of desire to well in your chest when you remember how tall and reassuringly solid he had looked, standing next to Yuuji in your office. Gojo couldn't have chosen a better or more trusted chaperone for his student. Having held off for long enough, you open the message.

It's another picture, this time of Yuuji proudly holding up his assignment, a seventy-two percent grade written in the upper corner in red ink. A significant improvement on what he could have scored. A soft smile appearing on your face, you scroll further down to see what Nanami had written.

"Apologies for not thanking you properly that day. I've seen you do crosswords, so I knew that your skill with words might help Itadori."

Ha. Sneaky. So that's why he'd brought Yuuji to you. Your smile grows and then turns perplexed. You've read the tail end of Nanami's message.

"Itadori's assignment was on the common honeybee. If you'd allow me, I'd like to use that information to thank you."

What on earth did that mean?

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The next day, you go in to work and find something on your table. A small paper bag of freshly baked honey cakes, the kind you like to buy once in a while to have with tea in your office. You very rarely get the fresh ones, though, as these get sold out very early. There's no note, but you know who they're from.

For some reason, the thought of Nanami going to the bakery so early in the morning and standing patiently in the long queue to buy these for you creates a burning feeling in your chest and a rush of blood in your ears. You look around the office hurriedly, mortified that you've once again shown your reaction so clearly. Nobody is there to see it, thankfully.

Sitting down heavily, drawing the package to you, you stroke a finger down the brown paper, struggling to contain the flood of emotion the small gesture has unlocked.

And then, you remember something. Other things begin to fall into place.

You've never mentioned to him that you liked these cakes. You've never even eaten them in front of him before. Yet, somehow, he knew. Just like how he knew that you're good with words, but more importantly, that you had a soft spot for the students and always assisted them where you could. Just like how he knew that you've been curious about the exact nature of the missions he handles and their aftermath. Just like he knew how worried you were that he could have been injured at the warehouse.

You wonder if a honeybee's sting has ever felt as dangerously sweet as this.

@tsukimefuku @g-kleran @actuallysaiyan @kentocalls

[reareaotaku]

Please Love Me

Summary: You don't drink, because you know you always make stupid choices and that's what you did tonight Word Count: 3,449 Pairings: Yandere! Tom Hanson x Reader TW: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Tease Tom, Thigh Riding [Male Receiving], Orgasm Denial, Slight Angst, Blowjobs/Handjobs, Creampie, Drunk Reader, Friends w/ Benefits [I know I have a 21 Jumpstreet account, [@21jumpstreet-x-reader] but it's not very popular :( which is sad, because I love the show]

At first, you declined the drinks, but there was nothing worse than being the only sober person with a bunch of drunk people. One drink turned into two and two turned into five. You didn't know when it hit, but after taking a shot, your mind started to gush.

The room was spinning and you couldn't make out faces. You could hear people talking to you, but you weren't listening to them. In fact, your mind was else where. You were thinking about visiting someone.

You knew you shouldn't, you were co-workers, but you knew you wouldn't be able to make it home. Not in the condition you were in. He was close, you had been to his apartment before. In those fleeting moments where you both were more than co-workers. You didn't want anything committed, in fear of it getting inbetween your job, but it was hard to keep away.

He made it hard to leave or stay away, because everytime he touched you, your skin burned. You loved the way he felt against you and his breath down you neck. He must have liked the arrangement too, because he suggested you both be friends with benefits. When the bedroom door closed, you could have fun, but when they open, you're just co-workers again. On paper it was nice, until he decided that he didn't actually like it and gave you an ultimatum.

'If you want to keep messing around, I want to date you. I really like you, Y/n and I want our relationship to be something outside of sex.'

You shivered when his words came back to you. You liked Tom, but you didn't want to put yourself out there for a pretty boy. You didn't know if he was home or if he was still at the office, but it was worth a shot. The voice telling you this was a bad idea was getting lighter and lighter, until you could no longer hear it.

You lightly knocked on his door, a part of hoping you he wouldn't answer. You knew if he didn't you would just go home. There was silence and you turned to leave, but the door opened.

"Y/n."

You froze, your mind not agreeing with your body.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine-" You quickly swished around to see him.

He was hanging outside of his door, looking at you concerned. You looked down at your hands, your eyes dropping and your body slouches. He quickly caught you before you fell and brought you into his apartment. He lays you on the couch, before laying a hand on your forehead. His frown deepened, before you push your way to sit up.

"I'm fine." You grab his hand, pulling him in, "You're so pretty-"

He chuckles and you frown, letting go of him.

"I should go home. I shouldn't be here," You tried to get up, but he pushes you down. You glare up on him, "What the hell-"

"Oh, don't be like that, Y/n." He scoots your body back, so he can sit on the edge. "Are you thirsty?"

You giggle, grabbing his arm and pulling yourself up, leaning your chin on his shoulder, "Extremely~."

"What do you want to drink?" He was either a really good actor or he was clueless on your intentions. He was probably just ignoring your advances in fear of falling into your seductive nature and regretting it tomorrow.

"You," You walk your pointer and middle finger across his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" He decides to humor you a little. "Maybe if you're good, you can get some."

You pull yourself onto your knees, leaning on him, "I can be good."

He smirks, pushing some hair out of your face, "Oh, can you?"

"Mhmm," You hum, closing your eyes, before yawning.

"Tired, yeah?"

"No, I can go-" You look towards the door, your mind trying to convince you to leave so you don't not only embarrass yourself further, but also so you don't do something you'll regret.

"No." He grabs your wrist, pulling your chin to look him in the eyes, "Stay. Here, lay down. I'll be right back."

He forces you down and you decide to take the time to look around his living room. It wasn't anything special; It was definitely a room of a bachelor male. It was rather plain and boring when you thought about it.

He hadn't changed it since the last time you had been here. You looked over at the coffee table, your mind going to when he had you pounded up against it as he pounded into you. You remember the sound of his balls smacking against you and the sound of your cum mixing and swishing. You blushed a dark red, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts.

You feel your eyes slowly start to close, before a bottle is thrown at you.

"Catch."

You glare at Tom, as he sheepishly smiles, realizing he said it to soon. He sits at the edge by your feet, looking up at you.

"So."

"So." You look away from him, trying not to let the slutty thoughts consume your mind. You wanted him to do dirty things to you, but you knew he wanted more than that. More than sex. You guessed you should be greatful that he wanted you for more than sex. Grateful that he has fucked you all around his apartment and he wants to be in a relationship with you, but you were scared of being vulnerable.

"I'm sorry."

He looked over at you confused. You were worried that maybe your words were to slurred and he didn't understand you, but he did hear you.

"You're sorry? For what?"

"For leaving... You know- When you said it's either me or you have to leave." You push yourself up in a sitting position, avoiding eye contact with him. "I guess I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what? Me?"

You sigh, "No! Well," You bite your lip, "No... I'm not scared of you persay... I'm scared.... you'll you know." You finally looked at him and he was looking at you, expecting you to finish your statement. You groaned, rubbing your forehead. You tense up and look away from him again, "of being..... uh, vulnerable?"

You hear him chuckle and you blush out of embarrassment and glare at him.

"What's so funny?"

"I mean... Well, I'm vulnerable with you and yet you ignore me at work, go out of your way to avoid me-"

"Okay. I get it, I'm a terrible person."

"I'm not saying that." He pulls in closer to you, "But- I love you, Y/n and nothing you do will ever destroy these feelings. Even if you are a bitch to me."

You make eye contact with him. He's so close and that's when it happens. He kisses you. Well, you wouldn't really call it a kiss, but your lips were touching. When he finally pulled away, there was saliva connecting your mouths together. He was quick to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands went to the back of his hair, tangling into his hair.

He could kiss you forever. He loved you more than anything and god he wished you shared those feelings. He enjoyed when you both went undercover together, especially if you posing as a couple. Though, when you went undercover, but not 'together' he'd get so angry when seeing guys hit on you.

You were to pretty for guys like that. Also, they were just immature high school boys who could never please you like he does. He wanted to bash their heads in with a brick; Thankfully, he was always able to shake those thoughts off before they got too loud. He just wanted you so bad and sometimes he was willing to do anything to have you.

You were his air and he needed you to breath. But, even went those thoughts, he needed to back off so you could breath. You leaned back, your stomach twirling and your legs squeezing tighter. Your breathing was heavy, but Tom was ready to go again, so he shoved his head into your neck and started to kiss your neck to your shoulders.

You groaned, tightening your fingers into his hair. You push him in forward, as he groans in your ear. You pull up your leg, your thigh dragging on his crotch and you can feel him harden.

"God, you're already hard? Were you hard before or after I showed up?" You tease, brushing his hair with your fingers. God, it was so soft and pretty.

You hear him laugh, but he doesn't answer you. Instead, he continues to push his crotch into your thigh and he slowly rocks back and forth. You smirk to yourself, before deciding to help him out; You move your leg up and down, causing him to loudly moan. It made you excited that such a pretty boy was so turned on by you. It was empowering.

You felt him speed up his thrusting and you knew he was about to cum and you pulled your leg back. He quickly glares up at you, a heavy frown overtaking his face.

"What the hell, Y/n."

"What? You thought you could get off before me? That's not fair."

"Oh, you want to get off? I'll get you off." He quickly picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He opens a door, before slamming your back against the door, slamming it shut; His lips are quick to connect with yours. The kiss is sloppy and messy, feeling rushed, like he's kissing you for the last time.

You're thrown onto his bed, bouncing back a little. You hear some clothes russle and you can only assume he's stripping. You freeze for a second, realizing that you were really about to have sex with him, again. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling you he wasn't having sex with you if you didn't want to commit.

"Are you going to strip or do you want me to help you?"

You roll your eyes, but slowly unbuttoning your blouse, before throwing it across the room. You turn around, arching your back, "Can you get my bra, Thomas?"

You feel the bed dip, before feeling his fingers lightly graze your back and then a click. He then snakes his arms around your back, squeezing your now free tits and leaning his chin on your shoulder. You bite your lip as he squeezes and gropes your breast. One of his hands plays with your nipple, pinching and flicking it.

You lean into his chest, moaning, your hands gripping into his shoulders. You hear him chuckle as your nails dig into his skin and you just wanted him to fuck you already. Although, he seemed intent on teasing you.

"Tom- Please," You lightly beg, pushing your ass against his crotch.

"What baby? What do you want?"

You groaned, not knowing how to tell him what you wanted. You knew he would tease you if you asked him to fuck you.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me what you want, why don't you put that mouth to use and suck me off?"

Your brought down to his knees, his cock smacking against your cheek. You looked up at him, his hair messy and all over, some of the strands covering his face. God, if he wasn't so hot, you wouldn't be on your knees for him.

His dick was nice, thick and lean. It curved at the tip, which was once a nice pink, but now was a painful red. He had some light blue veins running up his cock, but they were probably showing because he was painfully hard. He had a nice brown, almost black, bush covering his balls that was groomed enough where you could still see said balls.

You pushed your hand up and down his cock, before lightly licking his tip. His slit was already leaking precum and you dragged your finger across it before sticking your finger in your mouth. You look up at him, as you suck on it, before popping it out of your mouth.

"Oh, come on. I know you can do more than that."

You smirk, thrusting your hand up and down his shaft, before finally stick his cock in your mouth. You lightly bobbed your head up and down, slurping up the precum that leaked out through his tip. You swirled your tongue around his cock, dragging it up and down, before popping his cock down your throat.

Your hand continued to work on the base of his cock, moving quickly. He was loudly groaning as you stuck his dick back inside your mouth. Your hands went to his balls, playing and feeling them up. You lightly massaged them, which caused Tom's eyes to roll back. God, moments like this enabled his delusions of dating you. You were to good and there was no way he was going to let another man have you.

He was a pretty man and you had told him that multiple times. Why, woman had been at his feet for as long as he can remember. He always fought with his exs, but he would never fight with you. He might get mad at you, but then he'd remember how good the sex is and he would get over it. Don't get him wrong, he loves you for multiple other things, [Ex. personality, your passion, etc] but god the sex was definitely a plus.

He's brought back to reality when he hears the slurping of you sucking his cock like a lollipop. His groans turn into moans as his hands grip the back of your head and he thrusts deeply inside of you, hitting the back of your throat. You were quick to grab his thighs, hoping to control the speed, but Tom was to far gone.

He quickly thrusted, before his legs began to spasm and he pulled out his cock, cumming all over your face and into your throat. His cum covered your face and when you touched your face, it stretched out. God, you felt so sticky and gross. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his pasty, translucent cum. Some of the cum leaked out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and Tom couldn't imagine anything hotter. It really instilled in his mind that you were his and no other man could take you like this. They could try over his dead body, but they would never be him.

You swallowed what you could, still trying not to choke on the massive load. You look up at him, glaring, upset that he had gotten off before you, especially when you denied him before. Though, if there was one thing about Tom, is that he always got what he wanted. Maybe that's why you were with him now.

Tom helped you up, before pushing you on the bed. You groaned as he crawled on top of you.

"God, Tom, you're already hard again?" You taunt, not expecting him to respond.

"With your body it's hard not to."

You blush at his words, quickly looking away from him, but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed. Well, actually, you look really pretty when you're blushing, but I might be bias." He kisses your cheek, before reaching down to his cock and grabbing it, before slowly grazing your entrance.

He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, as he goes down to your ass. He slowly pushes his tip inside of your pussy, painfully slow.

"Oh, don't tease me Tom, please-"

Did you know you made him crazy? Did you know that you made him want to do bad things to you. God, you filled his mind like a drug and he couldn't stop himself and he couldn't let you down.

He thrusted into you deeply, causing you to moan, surprised. His nails dig into your ass as he slowly thrusts inside you, creating a nice rhythm. His room filled with the echos of his heavy balls smacking your ass. He looked down, which he shouldn't have done, nearly cumming right then when seeing his dick imprint filling your stomach. Not to mention when he pulled out, a thin ring of cum covered his base.

Your stomach twisted and turned as he quickened his pace, causing the bed the shake and hit the wall. You could hear the squeak of the wall, barely covering up your moans.

"Uh, yeah, yeah- Uh!"

"Oh, Y/n~ Y/n~ Ugh. Mmm, mmm, ugh."

"Fuck- Oh, fuck yeah! Ahh! Yes Yes YES!"

The twist inside of you finally popped. He could feel your gummy walls squeezing him, before finally feeling your walls gushing as you cum all over his dick. He begins to quickly thrust inside of you, chasing his high, as it slowly becomes sloppy, until he finally cums inside of you.

When you felt him cum inside, your eyes widened when realizing you hadn't asked him to not cum inside or to even put on a condom. You groaned, mad that you let your lust cloud your judgement. It was fine, you'd just get some plan B tomorrow.

Tom watches as his cum, along with yours, leaks out of you. He could feel himself slowly harden again inside of your warm pussy, but when he saw your tired face, he knew that he wasn't about to get a round two. So instead, he pulls you in close, big spooning you, while still keep his cock inside of you.

You groaned, feeling him harden, but then his dick softens inside of you. You had been scared for a few seconds that he was going to go again, but when he pulls you into a cuddle, your fear quickly diminished. You leaned into him, accepting his affectionate, even though you knew you'd regret not leaving tomorrow.

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You awoke with a banging headache. You didn't remember what had happened last night, but you were sure it wasn't good. You turned your head, your eyes going wide when seeing a familiar face. He looked surreal in his sleep and you wanted to reach out to touch him, but you were scared you were going to wake him. You slowly got out of the bed, only to be startled when seeing yourself naked.

You rushed to pick up your clothes, trying not to wake him. It must have been your unlucky day, because he was staring at you, confused when you had your back turned.

"Where are you going?"

You practically froze, hoping that maybe he would go back to sleep or he'd pretend he doesn't see you.

"You know I can see you, right?"

God, could he read your mind? You put on a smile, before turning towards him. "I'm hungry."

He hums, pulling off the blankets, before stretching out his back. There's a few cracks and he pushes himself out of his bed. He scratches the back of his neck and looked over at you with hooded eyes.

It was weird to you that he was butt ass naked, yet he was acting like he was fully clothed. It almost made you think he was narcissistic or maybe egotistical.

"Yeah... I'll make something. What do you want?"

"It's fine-"

"No. Don't leave." He goes towards his dresser, grabbing some clothes and you watch him, feeling strange, "I can't believe you were going to leave before I woke up. Not even a 'Fuck You'."

You feel a sting of guilt at the pain in his voice. "I just wanted to get something to eat."

"Sure... If you say so. Like I said, I'll make something."

You go to the bed, sitting at the edge, "Okay. I'll wait here."

You were lying. You were going to leave, but you weren't about to admit it. And the way he looked back at you, his eyes a little sadden at waking up to you trying to leave broke your heart.

"You won't leave?"

"Not until you kick me out."

[403tarot]

NSFW ALPHABET — PARK SEONGHWA

warning: description of explicit sexual content ahead

notes: heavily based on tarot and a bit of my intuition.

DISCLAIMER: this post is for entertainment purposes only. tarot is a game, this means it's supposed to have fun with it. take everything with a grain of salt.

MINORS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO INTERACT!

A — aftercare (how he is like after sex)

does not usually do a big aftercare, just cleans what is necessary. seonghwa is not very talkative after sex and usually takes this moment to not think about anything while he puts you down on top of his chest and pat your back gently then you can rest together (or get ready for the next round)

B — body part (favourite body part of him and of his partner)

his favourite part of his body is everything above the chest, like the collarbones, his neck and his profile in general, these are the parts he is most confident. seonghwa likes to take off his clothes and feel praised, hear that you need him.

about the favourite body part of his partner, he almost has no preference liking the things that stand out most about each partner's body, although he has a soft spot for a curvy body with a good breast-waist-hips ratio. no matter what catches his attention the most, seonghwa will make sure you know the part he finds most attractive about you by talking, touching and rubbing his dick on it if he gets the chance.

C — cum (anything related to cum)

his favorite place to come is in your mouth while holding your hair, but he's messy and will probably want to smear it all over your face. besides that, he will want to release inside you just to see the cum dripping out afterwards.

D — dirty secret

the proposal of a dirty, intense and rude sex is what turns him on. he wants someone who will allow him to be fully immersed, who will make him feel the adrenaline burning through his body, who is willing to take everything he has to offer and ask for more. seonghwa is thirsty and will want to consume you and be consumed back. no frills, wet sex, lots of sweat, skin dragging on skin, grunts and dirty words filling the room all night.

and if you have the best sex of your life one night and then never speak again, that's fine with him.

E — experience (how experienced is him?)

well experienced. he knows what he likes and how. knows how to pleasure. high body count.

F — favourite position

seonghwa's favorite position is standing, you in front and he behind. he likes to hold your hips tightly while thrusting and this position is also good because it gives him access to kiss your neck. another position he might like is to sit while you are riding him so he can see your boobs sway on his face.

G — goofy (is he more serious or humorous in the moment?)

he's definitely the serious and provocative type.

H — hair (how well groomed are him)

he is very careful about his hygiene. barely has hair.

I — intimacy (how he treats you)

seonghwa likes to have shameless sex. he's good at building an atmosphere so you don't feel shy and play along with him. he will run his hand all over your body and then follow the same path with his mouth. he will squeeze your breasts, your waist, pull your hair and leave you full of bite marks. all while his dick is deep inside you because he wants you to feel how thirsty he is. seonghwa will make you forget the world outside the bedroom and transform into a wild version that only he wants to have the pleasure of witnessing — he's a gatekeeper.

seonghwa is dominant but not the conventional type; in fact, he'll turn you into a cockslut so fast you'll barely have time to notice how submissive he can make you become. he's persuasive and will make you crave his touch until you dumbly beg for it. he doesn't need the title of dominant to completely control you.

J — jack off (how often he masturbates)

he doesn't masturbate often, only when he gets really excited

K — kinks (one or more of his kinks)

dry humping: seonghwa really likes to feel wanted and there's nothing better than wanting him so much you get desperate and can't help but rub up against him. he also loves to rub his dick against your ass or thighs as a form of foreplay

ménage/orgy: he is so kind he likes to share with friends. this only works if he has no feelings for you tho because in a relationship he becomes possessive and very jealous.

praise kink & lightly degradation kink: seonghwa likes to be praised. needlessly moan his name, tell him his dick is the best you've ever had or then tease him by saying the exact opposite and have him proving you wrong.

lightly deprivation sense: he can tie your wrists and prevent you from touching him and also make you wear a blindfold. the control and power it gives him drives him crazy, the idea of ​​being able to do whatever he wants to you while being helpless and completely belonging to him.

L — locations (favourite places to do the do)

the best place to do it is in the good ol' bedroom. i asked if he would risk doing it in a semi public place (like a bathroom idk) and the answer was negative.

M — motivation (what turns him on)

seonghwa is a great listener and of course he loves to hear you say directly that you want him. but other than that, the excitement of things implied can make the game very interesting for him. wear an "accidentally provocative" outfit and show off slightly for him, or otherwise play innocent and make him come to you.

carelessly run your hand over his thigh, talk about the trivial things of your day and then watch his brain struggling to decide whether to respond to your mouth or to your hand. he likes to tease and be teased but still is impatient so if you want to play this game make sure you can handle it.

N — no (something he wouldn't do)

seonghwa has a good idea of ​​things he wouldn't do, but i think it's worth highlighting things related to feeling and causing pain. simply it's not his vibe.

O — oral (if he prefers to give or receive, skills...)

seonghwa is a certified pussy eater. he sucks enthusiastically and is loud in the meantime, is not shy and likes to moan while playing with his tongue. he likes to hear you needy calling his name and pulling his hair because it feeds his ego (lol).

seonghwa is also a good receiver but prefers to be sucked when you can go until he comes so he can see your tongue smeared with his cum. he doesn't like to be teased in this moment and if you try to do so he will shove his dick down your throat.

P — pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

definitely fast and rough until he can't do it anymore and have to slow down his pace. when he wants to tease he can try to go really slow but seonghwa prefers the adrenaline of feeling his heart beating fast and almost bursting out of his chest. thirsty!

Q — quickie (his opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, etc)

seonghwa prefers to stick it out and wait until he can have proper sex but he also likes quickies and if you offer it he won't refuse.

R — risk (is he open to experiment?)

seonghwa is a pleaser and very open to trying to satisfy his partner. he might try new things he hadn't thought of before and experience some kinks but as said before he has a very clear idea of ​​things he wouldn't do no matter what.

S — stamina (how many rounds he can go for, how long does he last..)

he has such a good stamina and can do "until his partner is satisfied" (and is proud of it), i don't see an exact amount. he necessarily needs a break between rounds. he manages to last a good time and adjust to his partner, although he prefers to release his orgasm later.

T — toys (does he own toys? does he use them in a partner or himself?)

he thinks his dick itself will be your best toy.

U — unfair (how much he likes to tease)

seonghwa is a tease and not ashamed of it. he likes to hear you beg for him as explicitly as possible. he wants to hear you ask him to suck you, to give you his dick and crying needy if he refuses to give you what you want. he can stay at it for hours.

as he sticks his fingers inside you, he'll avoid stimulating you in the places he's learned you like best, or will tie you up and stick only the tip of his dick inside you and then prevent you from moving. he's a menace and he knows it. anything he can use against you, he will.

V — volume (how loud he is, what sound he makes)

he can be pretty loud if the place allows him to do so. seonghwa likes to moan and show that he is enjoying what he is doing. depending on the dynamic between you he can become talkative and tease you with words, he is foul mouthed and likes calling you names such as his whore, his cum dumpster, etc.

W — wild card (a random headcanon with him)

i never did a reading pairing seonghwa to anyone before so this wild card is courtesy of a reading that @sailor-mist did for me with him. thank you my dear (for being my unnie and for confirming my suspicions that i'm the biggest seonghwa's slut on this site) <3

"about the sexual dynamics, I see that seonghwa would be the one to guide the situation, completely. this guy is crazy, the very ☯️ , since at the same time that he will go deep inside you, he will touch you with love. he likes to have, but he's more of a giver, and there's even a bit of romantic stuff, therapeutic sex... I don't know why but he seems to be tireless, messy, and would like to try anything with you. this guy has breeding kink, it's not possible...seems like seonghwa would be quite talkative with you as he would fluctuate between being aggressive and affectionate, so he'd want to check if you're okay"

X — x-ray (what's inside this pants, uh...)

he's on the average line of the korean estimated size.

Y — yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

it's pretty high but normal for a healthy 25 year old man. seonghwa isn't shy about going after what he wants when he's in the mood and has no problem having casual sex.

Z — zzz (how fast he sleeps after it?)

if he doesn't intend to go for a second round, he doesn't take long to sleep, since he uses a lot of energy when he has sex.

deck used: rider waite-smith tarot

let me know your thoughts about this! i love chatting, specially about ateez! my ask is always open <3

you can also request a reading with an idol of your choice. check my pinned to know more!

[seabysiren]

141 Task Force Streamer AU!!!

the ghost force channel began with just you and Simon in the beginning. simon came to you with a proposal after hearing some of his coworkers chatting idly on their break.

simon works his ass off since graduation. he had to. to get him mom out of that hell hole. to help his drug addict of a brother.

normally he would’ve rolled his eyes at the slackers, but the conversation caught his interest. that someone could make a living off of playing video games and whatever else. (he had to search up markiplier and pewdiepie to fully understand)

simon had to ask you about the idea. he wasn’t the best versed in technology, nor did he have good, working computer. (each time he booted up the old hand me down laptop it sounded like it was about to blast off into space.)

you had jumped at the idea. you nodded happily as he slowly explained what he had overheard. then shyly asked if he could borrow your pc.

it was kinda funny though. simon would whip out his glasses and squint at the screen as you taught him the basics of how to video record and download games.

when you first opened the editing software he just slowly looked at you. blinking slowly like a cat. there was no way he was gonna be able to understand all this.

so you promised you would learn just for him.

it took a few recordings of you and him messing around to finally get him comfortable talking into a microphone. because this man doesn’t talk. he just sits in silence and observes most of the time.

you jokingly call him grandpa. in return he just gives you this dead stare.

it took a lot of time to think about the channel name. simon didn’t want it to sound dumb, nor too try hard. (you teased him about the new lingo)

he settled with ghost. because if this didn’t work out, he would just disappear. and because this was a side gig, something bound to fail.

you tacked on force at the end because you knew. you knew that whoever was going to watch his first video is gonna be a simp. I mean, have you heard his voice??

the first video recording was around thirty minutes of good old minecraft. seemed popular enough. and paired with simon’s deep voice and his dry humor, it was all set to go.

you reassuringly rubbed his back when he posted the first video. you could see in his eyes and from the way he wrung his hands he was a bit nervous.

that same day you ushered him home to rest.

that same night was when it began.

the simping.

you had to filter the majority of the comments in the beginning because you just didn’t have the heart to show him all the thirsty comments about his raspy, deep voice.

he was just happy to have a bit of extra cash. that he didn’t have to work himself to the bone if this channel grew.

and grew it did.

not only was everyone really liking his voice, but also his dry ass humor and dark jokes. coupled with the fact that for some reason he was really good at learning game mechanics, you were able to easily record and edit.

him angrily clicking on the red bed and being told there’s monsters nearby.

“good night moon. good night tree. good night zombie that i cant see but i fucking know you’re there.”

fucking hates dating sims. but his audience thinks it’s funny for him to dryly play the protagonist.

“goddamn it i dont wanna fuckin’ talk to you ya bloody muppet.”

he’s not allowed to play dream daddy anymore from the pure frustration that radiates off him. that and because you don’t want his blood pressure to rocket.

loves lying and tricking his viewers. makes up the most absurd background information about himself because he just thinks it’s funny.

“i wasn’t born for this fuckin romance. i was born for politics. been told i have great hair and i love lying.”

you chime in every once in a while and have funny little text chat comments. especially when you have a counter about the amount of times he insults something with the word muppet.

he’s british. his accent is too powerful for the simps. there are too many videos making fun of his british-ness. next video title is called damn Americans reviewing all their stupidity in return.

you call his fan base little poltergeists because damn do they make a tonna noise. their so vocal about his voice and dry humor. that and because they love clowning on him.

he gets bullied for playing valorant instead of apex. in return he mops the floor with anyone who stream snipes his games.

loves mystery games. and action games. anything in general he can shoot and lie and absolutely destroy other players

he’s a little too good at among us to be healthy.

overall 10/10 recommend coparenting a channel together with simon.

ps he’s known for this one quote that went viral.

“im going to defeat you with the power of friendship… and this knife I just found.”

part II

[geekywritings]

“You are beautiful to me.”

Here is the first of the requests I still got in my inbox. There are quite a few of them, so thank you all for your patience in advance. I will get to all of them, I promise :D And thank you for showing my writing so much love! I absolutely adore Cal with all my heart and am so thrilled to share these stories with you!

And here is the request: “hi!! i’ve been living for all your cal kestis fics! im currently playing Survivor and i’ve always loved cal but there hasn’t been a lot of fics. so thank you!! if you’re taking requests… i would really love one about cal with a plus sized reader? it doesn’t necessarily have to be directly mentioned but just maybe insecurities the reader has but cal showing that he loves her and thinks she’s beautiful. maybe music is apart of reader’s life and she’s either apart of the mantis crew or like a koboh local? i haven’t really sent a request before so idk what you’d want but yeah… just been currently thinking about how cal would react or say in that situation… thank you” Please enjoy!

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Like most people on Koboh, you were looking to get away from something or someone. People here sought refuge, safety, or simply some peace. Yet they rarely talked about why they came to this desolate planet, choosing instead to focus on building a new life.

Although the community was tight, there were also troublemakers around. Or as you liked to think: “If there is a bar, there are bound to be assholes.”

You had worked in various restaurants and taverns already, and everywhere was the same. Given enough alcohol, some people would always turn nasty or cause trouble. Pyloon’s Saloon, your newest workplace, was no different. On most days, it was quiet and you could go about your day in peace. You’d either clean, help in the kitchen or serve drinks to customers, happy to help in whatever way possible to earn your keep.

Most people were extremely friendly, chatting easily with you. Your favourite guest was a certain Jedi, however, who came around far too scarcely for your liking. Cal Kestis, a friend of your boss, was often off-planet, fighting the Empire in some way. Sometimes he’d return to Koboh to recharge or to follow some other mission.

Whenever he did show up, your face brightened into a smile. The redhead was nothing but kind to you, making you laugh with his surprisingly dry and strange humor or telling you some stories about his latest adventures.

Sometimes, he’d also return beaten and battered and would sit patiently on a bar stool, while you took care of his injuries. There was a friendship between you, a bond that had formed so naturally and quickly that it often surprised you. Especially since you weren’t used to men showing any kind of interest.

You weren’t ugly, by any means! But you didn’t exactly have the figure most males were after. Certainly not handsome ones like Cal. You had always been chubby, even as a child, and eventually womanly curves got added to the mix. You liked yourself just fine, but sometimes you did wonder what it would be like to feel desired.

And on some days, you did wish you looked different. Days like this one, for example, where you were in charge of serving drinks again, while a small group of young men were playing Sabacc at a table, ordering far too much ale.

“Hey, Hutt-girl! Come and give us another round!”, one of them yelled, using one of the many insulting nicknames you had heard over the years. “And try to be quick, we are thirsty.”

You would have let it slide when suddenly a familiar voice spoke: “What did you call her?”

It was Cal! The music was so loud, you hadn’t even heard him enter the Saloon.

He was looking at the man, who had addressed you, his eyes narrowed, mouth tense. He was angry and his hand was itching to reach for his saber. But he had promised Greeze not to cause trouble of the Jedi kind in this place.

“Chill. It’s just a nickname. Hutt-girl doesn’t mind. I mean, look at her. She…”, the man slurred in Cal’s direction but didn’t get to continue, as the Jedi had quickly closed the distance and punched him straight in the face, knocking the fellow off his chair.

“Don’t call her that. She has a name.”, Cal spoke, voice icy.

The other men were instantly on their feet, though they looked unsure whether to fight or not. Cal wasn’t exactly unknown in these parts.

“Apologize to the lady.”, the Jedi demanded.

The group exchanged some looks, glancing back and forth between Cal, you, and their friend with a heavily bleeding nose. Without the alcohol, they might have taken the smart decision to follow Cal’s request. But too much ale made young men like these restless and rowdy, and a moment later one of them tried to take a swing at the Jedi.

He missed of course and Cal was quick to use his first to knock the attacker down. Within seconds, the thing escalated, all six young men attacking a single one. It wasn’t a fair fight, but Cal didn’t need help. He had dealt with much worse than troublesome drunks. Within five minutes, he was throwing the bunch out of the door, telling them to stay out.

“Thank you…”, you said, finally having found your voice again. “Cal… your lip…”

He had come out mostly unscathed, but one of the idiots had obviously landed a punch.

Cal wiped at the corner of his mouth with a thumb, noticing the blood. “No worries, I had worse.”, he replied casually, taking a seat at the bar.

“Let me get you something.”, you were quick to spring into action, grabbing a cool wet cloth for him.

“Do they often call you that?”, he asked, after you were done cleaning the busted lip. It really wasn’t as bad as it had looked at first glance.

“I’m used to it.”, you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But the truth was, such names hurt.

“You shouldn’t be.”, Cal spoke, voice quiet and thoughtful.

The words earned him a smile, as you took a seat on the stool next to him. With the group gone, the Saloon was quiet and you could spare some time.

“Cal, I’m not blind or naïve. I know why they come up with names like that.”, you tried to explain. “I am not exactly what many would consider beautiful.”

“You are beautiful to me.”

His reply had your heart stop for a moment, your voice getting caught in your throat. What? Had you heard that correctly?

Cal seemed to notice your shock and reached out to brush his fingers against your cheek.

“You really are, Y/N. Inside and out.”

You went from not hearing your heart at all to being certain that everyone on the planet could notice it beating wildly in your chest.

“Cal… I…”, you weren’t sure what to say. How did one respond to such beautiful words?

“Everytime I come here, I hope that you are working.”, the Jedi continued, saving you from your word loss dilemma. “I look forward to hearing you laugh, to see that smile again. Whenever I am hurt, I know that you will patch me back up. Physically and emotionally.”

His hand was still on your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your skin, flushed red due to a deepening blush.

“And as long as I am around, nobody has the right to hurt you in any way. I won’t allow it. Because you are special to me, Y/N.”

He had laid out his heart to you and although your throat still felt tight, it was only fair to show him the same honesty. Part of your mind screamed a warning, that this could end badly, but you tried to drown that voice out.

“You are also special to me, Cal.”, you began. “My day gets a hundred times better whenever you walk in… I love listening to your stories… hearing your jokes… I like when you are next to me.” Was this too much? Were you interpreting his words the wrong way and running headfirst into rejection? It was too late to reconsider now, as your feelings fought to break out.

“Whenever you come back hurt, my heart breaks a little. And all I want to do is see you healthy and happy again… I miss you when you are not here. Then I find myself thinking about you…”

You didn’t have a chance to continue, as suddenly Cal’s lips were on yours. Stars, he was truly kissing you! Without thinking about it, you kissed him back, one arm sneaking around his head to play with his hair, while the other grabbed his upper arm for support.

He groaned into the kiss, as it intensified, both of you getting lost in the moment. Far too quickly it had to end, as you both remembered that you needed to breathe.

“Sorry… I should have asked…” There it was again. That caring and considerate side of his.

“No, don’t apologize. It was perfect.”, you were quick to say. “And I definitely would have said yes, anyway.”

His lips curved into a grin. “Good. I’m glad.” And with that, he leaned in for another kiss, pulling you closer this time.

“Y/N! I need some help down here!” Greeze’s voice was coming from the kitchen, breaking the moment once again.

“I should go. Boss is calling.”, you said reluctantly.

“What time do you finish?”, Cal asked.

“In an hour or so.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You knew he would be. And the thought alone brought a smile to your face. Who would have thought that such a shitty evening could have such a beautiful end? Or was it just a beautiful beginning?

[thinginahumansuit]

Fucking the Fairlady 4/5

After the "messy" drive back and the eventual break-up, he was upset at me for ruining what he thought was a "good thing" and refused to acknowledge me in any real way for a while. That hurt. I was always gonna be here for him though. He couldn't completely ignore me, fucking my tailpipes when he wanted to let off some steam. But today was different.

As soon as he stepped foot in my garage, I said "strip for me." I watched him struggle to resist, not because of any mind control or whatever, but simply because he was that horny. It was today he decided, why not humor an equally horny machine. So, he took off all his clothes and bunched them up behind the door. "Get down on your hands and knees." I commanded. "And back that ass up." I watched those fleshy orbs jiggle with every movement he made until they touched my grille. I inhaled his sweat, his vanilla musk mixed with the faint smell of piss and the sickly sweet scent of want emanating directly from his ass. I exhaled, puffs of air stimulating his hole, making it twitch and making him grunt, his cock growing with every second that passed.

I got wet myself.

I really needed to taste him, but a tongue was not something I had. "Your cock! Put it in me!" I yelled. He was about to turn around. "No!" He looked at me confused. I was trying to think. "Put it-put it between your legs!" I managed to get out. I was being driven crazy by his scent alone. I drove forward until I pinned him against the wall. I guess he was too horny to care about the danger I just put him in. Three inches of him were in me as I rocked back and forth to suck him off, squishing his butt and balls against me while doing so. His legs had spread incredibly wide that he was almost doing the splits, his cock actually rubbing against my lower lip. He held himself against the wall, face pressed up against it. With a grunt, he had done the deed, semen going all over said "lip", but I wasn't done, I kept sucking. I was gonna suck him dry and then some. "Oh! Oh fuck!" He exclaimed as I worked away, my headlights sparkling with delight at the noises he made. Soon, he came again, his legs shaking. I continued. "You're fucking thirsty you fat-assed bitch! Guhhh..."

"Tell me more." I replied.

"None, mmm, none of my exes were uhhh... willing to do this. You suck better than they do, anyway."

"How?"

He was silent for a few moments. "Little, deliberate movements, like, ah! Aaahh..."

"That?" I said, letting my lip slide across the tip as I turned and backed up slightly, his cock belching up even more, globbing its way to the ground, strings hanging from my mouth. "There is something I want to know." I asked, his body slowly slumping into the wall as I continued pounding into him.

"Wha?" Was all he could utter.

"Were you embarrassed to drive me home, covered front to back in your seed?"

"I-I Umm..."

"Take your time, we'll be here all day."

"Well, I-I uuhhh... No?" I heard his breathing quicken and not just because he was getting tired. He said what I wanted to hear and he was starting to panic about my non-response, besides the sex of course.

"Be honest next time, ok?"

"Ohhhhhhh... my gooooddd..." He melted in front of me, his legs so shaky that they collapsed from under him, his cock falling from me, leaving a trail behind.

[fixfoxnox]

oh so pre-fic streamer/camboy au hc let’s go

ok so for starters i’d like to think that streamer!ghost is like our universe schlatt

people who don’t look deeply enough into his content don’t know that he’s actually super sweet and down to earth

a lot don’t like him bc they take him too seriously

his sense of humor is so fucking painfully popeye’s biscuit dry and realistically asshole-ish

but those who actually have been around long enough know that he is genuinely a very caring person, he just has a persona that he plays

like he’s always the scape goat but that’s his goal

(just like me fr: getting people to target and focus on me so they don’t go after the people i care about)

also ghost just has exclusively has strong opinions on everything as a character trait

even if he makes the opinion up on the spot cuz he doesn’t actually give a singular shit on whether or not bug displays are ethical or something

knows every single loophole to every gd thing ever

maybe feds get suspicious of him for the shepherd or gun knowledge thing and he presents like articles explaining all the things they’re saying he “shouldn’t know” that are fully accessible to the public

he has a reward to temporarily turn on a camera on his keyboard so the thirsty viewers can watch his hands or something but it’s only for like 2min then he turns it off

roach has a shit ton of like sub goals and other reward thingies

*certain amount dono*: turn on pet cam and it’s like a second camera pointed on his lap or a pet bed under the desk where an animal may be

*hits sub goal*: rescues from a local shelter and it’s always like the oldest cat or a pittie with dog fight scars

he has a bunch of terrariums and tanks in the bg with invasive bugs and/or fish he caught himself

befriended the local wild critters like rabbits, crows, squirrels, and can like whistle a certain tune out of his window and like a whole flock of various birds swarm into his room on command and leave very politely

has a whole zoo at his house basically but everything is so fucking happy

selling your body online makes very good money y’all

he’s one of those “you love him or you hate him” guys but not cuz he really does anything wrong

its just some people don’t like the hyperactive yelling gamer type

where ghost is like schlatt, roach is like badger or something

always on a call with like 5 other people and none of them stfu for 3 whole seconds Ever

but if you’re into that stuff you’ll be dying of laughter right along with them :)

PLEASE THE HAND CAM FOR GHOST IS SO REAL

I like to imagine its like a donation goal thing (like a super hefty one) and like every stream where its one of the donation markers Roach comes in an immediately donates up to that sbdjdjdndn

Also love the idea of Roach being like Badger sjdjdjdjd his crew is him, Jackson, Frost, Ramirez, Logan, and occasionally a swap out when their friend Allen is back home for his 2 days out of the year (yes its every silent protagonist squad) and they're all absolutely insane

Roach's house has animals everywhere and his backyard is one of those wildlife gardens. All sorts of dogs and cats and the occasional ferret or guinea pig that has come through his local shelter. Has rooms in his house specifically designated for certain animals

Roach is the best out of his gaming friends but the one time Jackson (the worst of the squad) manages to clutch a round no one ever lets him forget it sjdjjdjdjd

Also about the hand thing again, prior to Roach showing up it was always Soap who would randomly pop in and donate all the money for the hand cam thing, usually while him and Ghost are playing together sjdjdjjd

God I love the Camboy AU

[thewitchisgrim-blog]

La Douleur Exquise: Akrasia

“I grow tired of these silly games with you.” He growls and I can see the tension shift in his jaw as it clenches.

I had always been good at pushing buttons, Wesker had been no exception. I couldn’t help but mock him even in such an unfortunate situation. I grin wickedly at him, lips parting manically to show sharp teeth. His lips grimace in distaste and he leans his back against the white brick wall observing me.

I can only wonder what exactly he is observing since I am physically restrained. I had been restrained for what felt like years but knew that was just the windowless cell tricking me. The never dimming fluorescent lights that burned my sensitive eyes never shut off and made rest hard to find even in this new form. Jerking one hand forward taunting him for a brief moment before the shackle around my wrist catches tension and jerks.

The force would have been enough to break a normal person's bones, but I wasn’t normal anymore. I was a monster just like him. Though I hadn’t come out quite as pretty as him, the T-Virus has affected my body much differently. The only thing that gave him away were those luminous eyes of his. He could hide those behind his glasses, I couldn’t hide my monstrosity.

I barely remember the cold agony of the virus mutating my body, the only lucky thing about the ordeal. I had been so heavily drugged that I could only remember blurry images attained through heavy-lidded eyes. When they had stopped drugging me the first thing I noticed was my aching head and dry mouth.

Though once I had become a bit more alert to my surroundings, my expanded field of vision confused me first. The feeling of controlling more than two eyes. I now had two sets of eyes, I had mutated another set just below my original though they were slightly farther apart and angled in comparison to the original.

I had opened up my mouth to scream but nothing came out other than a hoarse half-sob and the feeling of something sharp against my lips. Hands had reached out touching to find an atrocious maw of teeth. They were sharp and pointed, the canines were like that of dogs, but wider and longer, more primal.

Fear had me skittering, trying to run away from myself in confusion, and tumbling off the bed. Though my mind was awake, my body was still weak from the effects of the drugs and I could only drag myself toward my own reflection in the mirrored glass window across the room.

“But the games are all I have, Wesker,” I say, my voice had also changed as I had to learn to speak around the new teeth and forked tongue. Not to mention speaking in a muzzle was a bother. It wasn’t my fault I had a habit of biting, I acted on instinct. It was their fault for underestimating me off the rip, lulled into a false sense of safety due to the long-lasting effects of the drugs. It had staved off the other mutation effects for a short period. They had failed to realize that was possible, assuming I was more like Wesker in my control. I wasn’t, they had wanted another monster, and they had gotten one.

Even now as I watched Wesker my mouth watered, I could smell the blood, albeit tainted, in his veins. I could hear his heartbeat slowly in his chest. I ached to make it pump faster. I wanted to scare him, to see him lose his composure once. He was the main goal, he was clever, not like the other stupid people in lab coats who relaxed around me after a little bit of good behavior. He treated me as a predator because he was one himself. I licked my cracked lips watching him, baiting him.

“Thirsty?” He asks, there is a humorous timbre in his voice, mocking. “If you would simply behave you wouldn’t be.” He referred to my last incursion. I had managed to sink my teeth into a newbie, severing major arteries in his neck. He had bled out quickly, over for him before he had even noticed he was dying. He was lucky in comparison to my earliest victims in that account.

I couldn't say I felt remorse for them, they had made me into what I was.

“You keep sending me such lovely-smelling snacks it would be rude to not partake in them,” I say almost coquettishly. I flutter my lashes, I wonder what it looks like since I can no longer see myself. They had changed me into a large cell once I had become violent, with stronger walls and no observation window. Only cameras, a bed, a bathroom hidden by a partisan wall, and shackles that swiveled with my movement embedded in the ceiling.

He grunts, the closest thing to a laugh. The motion makes his chest heave and I take in the way the vein in his neck moves. The hunger makes it impossible to ignore his scent, the scent of pine soap, a splash of amber cologne, and under all that his natural musky smell. I can also smell the virus, though what is left of my humanity doesn’t have the words for the way it smells, to the mutated cells it called out like a beacon.

��Did you buy a new cologne, Wesker? This one suits you more than the last one.” I continue, crossing my arms. The chains attached to the metal cuffs on each of my wrists clatter with the movement. I had grown used to the cumbersome attachments at this point, I could get to almost any point of my cell even with them, other than the area near the door where Wesker leaned. They could also be shortened from an unseen panel, links disappearing into the ceiling without notice and restricting my movement. It was the easiest way to figure out who was visiting, if the chains were retracted it would be a random person or two in an ugly white lab coat, If they didn’t it would be Wesker.

I quickly learned that attacking or making things as difficult as possible for other personnel meant they sent Wesker in more often. I preferred that he was a much more fun target than a normal person. He fought back. It was something to direct this bottomless well of rage towards. A rage that consumed my other emotions.

I can just see his eyes shift through the tint of his sunglasses, thanks to my superhuman vision. The leather in his gloves crinkles softly as he barely clenches them. I keep a set of eyes on his face while the lower eyes watch his hands.

“Your rudeness is off-putting (First).” He growls in his low baritone. Rare for him to call me by my name, he had only done so one other time. When I had first awoken.

I had been so relieved to hear his familiar voice over the intercom, I had cried harder. I hadn’t had time to process my grief of his death before my abduction, and to hear him calling me in my time of need. To save me from this, regardless of his original betrayal, he sounded like an angel. That image hadn’t lasted long, but neither had my sanity.

Anger rears and I leap forward teeth snapping, though the chains yank me back a few feet from him. He doesn’t move let alone flinch. My hands are lifted, short claws stretched menacingly toward him, twitching with effort. Everything in me screams to ravage, bite, tear, strip, maim, hurt.

I only notice the flair of his nostrils for a moment before the impact hits me. Even with my own inhuman abilities, Wesker is leagues above me. Something he didn’t mind demonstrating when he got the chance. His backhand flings my head to the side, and I have to shift my hands and set my feet to stay standing from the brutal force he puts behind it. Blood fills my mouth and frantic wildness sets in, daring hope to get under his skin. His gloved fingers thread through the cage of the muzzle, yanking me towards him while his other hand yanks on the links of chains, immobilizing my arms.

He drags me closer to his face with the muzzle, “You're wasting my time. When you waste my time I want to punish you.” He seethes through his teeth. The motion has caused a single strand of hair to fall onto his forehead, while the rest remains perfectly slicked back. A hairline fracture in his impeccable visage. I loved it, it ignited me. The fight, the thrill. Surely he could understand he was like me in some ways, I could hear it in his blood. He wanted to hurt as I did, his very cells throbbed for it. HE was so obsessed with making me behave when he couldn't contain his own rage in a situation like this.

My tongue flicks out, sliding against the leather of his gloves. The metal of the muzzle is a cold and stark contrast to the warm and rich taste of the leather gloves. His fingers twitch and I move a set of eyes to watch his face. Almost concealed eyes watch as my snake-like tongue slides and flickers over his digits. His jaw moves as he grinds his teeth. I hadn’t approached him this way before, normally we fought, or at least I tried to, but he normally dominated me immediately. The gap in our strength and speed is simply too wide. The only thing I could possibly compete with him in mind games, I had learned much from him on that front.

“Want to, or need to?” I challenge. Wesker wanted for nothing, he had cheated death itself and came back stronger than any human could ever be. Though with that power came consequences, and new instincts. I knew this well, I assumed mine were stronger than his own but this kind of taunting worked best on him. Insults and low blows were easy low-hanging fruit when it came to agitating him.  

As if hearing my thoughts he uses the grip on my muzzle to slam me into the ground releasing the chains in his other. The force is hard enough that the tile fractures upon impact, and the muzzle breaks as well. The metal band that dug into my cheekbones split, and slices the skin it once covered. A hiss of pain is all I can manage before he sends a booted foot into my belly, kicking me across the floor. Wesker went for the weak and soft parts often in our fights.  I jump to my feet this time despite the pain, eyes watching him while the others do not miss the streak of blood across the ruined white tile.

“Must we do this every time? You could be in much better conditions if you would simply act with some decorum.” He tuts, and he takes a small taunting step forward. I know he notices the way my eyes flicker back and forth looking for a sign of advance. I can hear his heartbeat slowly gain tempo, his excitement building. I hope he can hear mine, I hope he knows this is a game for me as well. Despite his constant promise to treat me better with good behavior, I didn't want it. I couldn't even fathom being able to control it.

“If I acted the way they wanted me to, you would grow bored of me. Who would I have fun with then Wesker.”

“To think, you would receive a one-in-a-million chance and squander it for the sake of fun.” Even though I am ready I barely manage to block the punch. Raising my arms in front of me his fist connects with skin and metal, the metal cuffs break but so does something in my wrist. I can help the shriek that tears its way up my throat but it doesn't dampen the flames of excitement.

Wesker had made a mistake, an equally one-in-a-million chance.

The shock of what he had done by accident, not expecting me to block him, gave me a chance to retaliate. Weeks of watching the signs, letting him torment me, and pissing him off had paid off. He stretched his right hand and shifted his weight to his left foot before he moved. The cursory movement was my signal.

My unbroken left-hand swings at him aimed for his face, he can shift back only receiving a scratch from my index talon and knocking away his glasses. He winces the nauseating fluorescent light burning his sensitive eyes. I had been forced to grow used to it, he had not.

This once again allows me to besiege him, swinging a leg I kick up. I let my excitement get the better of me. He snatches my leg with brutal force before it makes contact with his body, immobilizing me momentarily before he twists it back sending me to the ground. I catch myself on my elbows, skin splitting. My nose is filled with the scent of blood, mine and his.

He forces the leg he has up, preventing me from getting to my feet. I try to swing out but a harsh yank puts me off balance again. With a broken wrist and one leg unusable I am stuck. All this time and this was all I could do, I snapped my teeth at him angrily.

“You know better than to kick in close quarters.” He says almost happily, “I taught you that myself.”

He had when he had been her teacher. He had come highly recommended and my father wouldn’t take rejection for an answer. I wasn’t sure the amount of money Father had paid him to change his mind but I knew it to be ungodly. Though money meant little in my father's line of work for Paraguas Line company, and given his line of work he wanted his daughter to be able to defend herself. Not that I had understood that at the time, it had just seemed like another set of lessons. Another set of lessons in the ocean of tutors and teachers. The life of an Umbrella family protégé.

Though I had picked up Wesker's lessons better than my other studies. Sparing had become an easy way to relieve the stress of my young adult mind and the worries that my father burdened me with. A sanctuary almost. Wesker had been opposed originally to teaching me to begin with, but he had quickly taken a liking to me and convinced my father that I would be beneficial to him and Umbrella. I had followed him like a puppy, obsessed with him for seeing something in me other than an heir like everyone else. I had followed him for so long I had forgotten where I began and he ended. I’ll never forget the feeling of getting the phone call alerting me to his death from your father. Father had immediately summoned me home, distraught that I could be seized as his accomplice in Umbrellea’s eyes.

Though it wasn’t long after that I had been taken. Drugged and turned into an experiment by the very man I had once thought was an angel.

“Your bleeding Wesker. Losing your touch?” I taunted him before spitting blood at his boot. It hits the toe and the rest pools on the white tile.

“Not as much as you have, I'm embarrassed to have called you my student.” That almost hurts in a way I haven’t felt in a while.

“They say a student's faults are the teacher’s shortcomings you know.” I fire back at him, the floor feels cold against my back. My right-hand aches but I can almost feel the repair starting, a fun little bonus of my evolution.

He laughs. I freeze shocked, blinking at him. The deep throaty sound resonated in my chest. I had never heard him laugh like that. Not in all the years I had known him. He had been cold and a perfectionist, with no time to laugh or smile over trivial things. It’s utterly terrifying.

“They also say if you spare the rod, you will spoil the child.” He snaps my ankle, I hear the bones break before I feel it. The adrenaline had stopped me from noticing my wrist for the most part, but that had dried up. I twist to the side and vomit, though only acidic black bile comes up. Regardless, his attack doesn’t stop.

Releasing my maimed leg it hits the ground sending another wave of agony through me, I scream through clenched fangs. He kicks me again and again alternating between the ribs and my stomach. I try to cover myself but he kicks my broken wrist, and I clutch it instead, leaving myself open to attack again. My face takes the next kick and afterward, my right eyes will not open, the force has damaged something.

He snatches me up by my hair heaving me up to my knees. I want to grab at him but I can not remove my hand from holding my wrist, and I can barely get one leg up to support myself, the other I can not stomach trying to move so it drags behind me. He had roughed me up and broken my skin before, but he had never beaten me like this. I had assumed he wouldn’t give our past relationship or even the fact I was hailed as a miracle by the scientists that studied me. I was wrong. Not even the T-virus could change my body enough to not feel pain.

He forces me to look up at him, it makes the blood from my nose seep into my mouth and I choke on it. I cough and gag, sending bright crimson across his face. The misery of my wounds makes me light-headed and weak. Even if I could fight, the small amount of humanity in me tells me to cower.

When he rears his hand back I flinch, and he stops, pleased with the outcome. I choke on a sigh of relief, as blood dribbles from my mouth and nose down my chin. I can just hear it plop to the floor in fat droplets over the ringing in my ears. His hand caresses my face and slides down to my throat. A sharp pain pierces the side of my neck. I see him draw back a now empty syringe.

“Bring it in.” In the on setting mind fog, I absently wonder who he is speaking to. His luminous eyes seem like a beacon in the haze so I anchor onto them, trying to keep a grasp on my consciousness. The sliding of the metal door and I see a shadowy figure hand Wesker something. Something cold clasps around my throat.

“It seems you respond well to this form of teaching,” Wesker says. I am ebbing in a web of darkness and pain as he lifts my limp body. He places me on the barren bed, forcing me onto my side and turning my head. I'm assuming so I don't asphyxiate on my blood or vomit, as I begin to lose consciousness. The blackness becomes harder to stave off. He leans close and I can smell the sweet scent of his blood as he whispers to me.

“It seems our relationship will once again be master and mongrel.”

[thecameronchronicles]

Helping Hands

TW: Smut. Language. Masturbation. 

SUMMARY: The revelation is made to JJ that you’ve never experienced the pleasure of self gratification. Because of this, he makes it his mission to rectify the situation…

WORD COUNT: 3400

Helping Hands

“I’m just saying that I don’t know if it’s all that…’ The confession left your lips as Kiara and Sarah looked at each other before then devoting their focus back to you, “I can’t get into the groove of it…it’s like it’s not exciting when you have to do it yourself-”

“So you’ve NEVER? Like even tried?” Kiara questioned, curiosity rearing its head as a blunt came to her lips. A soft shrug leaving your shoulders supplying an answer as Sarah leaned just a bit closer to you. 

“Maybe it’s because you just don’t have proper motivation…I mean you can’t just sit there and start doing things without having someone in mind-” Your cheeks blushed immediately as your mind flashed to a specific someone you HAD in mind. The same someone whose dastardly dimples and coquettish friendliness had been that very motivation on the night in question. 

“It’s part of the fun…living out that fantasy for a moment…”

Kiara nodded. “But then you don’t have to worry about stroking their ego afterwards by lying and saying they ‘were the best you’d ever had’, or ‘they were bigger than everyone else’.” Sarah nodded in genuine agreement as your cheeks flushed. 

“And there are a TON of health benefits to it too…sometimes it can help you sleep-” As the girls began to list the reasons for what appeared to be an attempt of convincing you, you weren’t aware of a perky set of ears having picked up on the entire conversation.

“Either way…I prefer the real thing.” You winked, tearing yourself off of the hammock, teasing the infrequent yet deceptively satisfying interactions with those you’d rather forget, and making your way back into the chateau. Pulling open the fridge for a libation to quench your drying palette from this day’s particular summer heat, you were startled to rise and find JJ leaning against the side of the kitchen. Only, he eyed you as if you were an alien standing before the refrigerator, not one of his best friends. 

“You good?” His question made you chuckle as you lifted up the bottle of water before offering a ‘cheers’ motion. 

“All good-”

“You’re not…tense?” Your eyes narrowed, your mind having not made the connection between the conversation with Sarah and Kie and the fact he could have heard you as you believed the boys had remained asleep from the previous night’s fire. 

“Just thirsty.” Your chosen word left him scoffing as you moved past him, somewhat confused as his treatment of you as it was usually full of banter not…whatever the hell that was. But before you could return to the girls, a sudden hand at your arm pulled you back on the interior side of the swinging door left in motion in your attempts. 

“I heard what you said…” Your eyes pulled tight in study. 

“What I said?”

“You’ve never…” His eyes descended the space between you as your expression changed from humored to mortified. 

“Jesus!”

“I just think it’s sad…” He spoke genuinely, a sense of pity worn behind his crystal blue eyes consistently darkened with mischief-or possibly even lust. 

“I can assure you, I’m fine…I can take care of myself-”

“Not from what it sounds like…” He muttered as you tried for an escape yet again before being forced to whip at him for his remark. Usually his utterances would leave you in half chuckles or on the other half of an entertaining form of banter. But never had those conversations consisted of a topic so…personal. 

“Believe me, I don’t have any complaints, J…And whatever you heard…It doesn’t have anything to do with you…okay? So just…drop it…” Your attempts to leave had him pull you back to him again. Only this time, he stood before you in a way you’d never witnessed before-at least not directed towards you. It was in a way that he had to keep you at an impossibly close proximity, his eyes focusing more on your lips than your eyes, but still flickering upwards to ensure he held your attention, and the final detail of this change having been the way his lips came to part as if imagining how yours would feel against his, even if only in this moment. 

“What I’m trying to say is you deserve to feel good…”

“JJ-”

“I want to show you…” Your eyes widened as you looked at the direction of the girls only a few meters away, completely unaware of this offer that left your heart raging against your chest and your thighs pressed together at the mere thought. 

“Show me what?” You asked more nervous than confident as he took one step closer to you. 

“To cum when you think of me.” His words were sincere, as if he was well aware you had this interest in him and yet either too indifferent or arrogant to act on it. But in the way you tried to defend yourself against him, he interrupted your scoff before you had the chance. 

“There’s no shame in it, you know…it’s a perfectly healthy way to find a release…” He cocked his head to the side, his fingers running down the sides of your ribs before stalling at your hips, teasing the denim of your chosen shorts. 

“N-no- '' He only smirked at your labored response. 

“Seems to me like I’m affecting you there, sweetheart…” His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he was even closer to you, “I mean, we’re friends…and what kind of friend would I BE if I knew a way to help you and I didn’t do it?” He was now teasing you, drawing your eyes into slits of scrutiny. 

“Yeah, we’re friends, J…It would make things weird…”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird…”

“Plus, there’s that rule-’No pogue on pogue mackin’’. “ He rolled his eyes. 

“Well that’s only if we kiss-” He now leaned close enough to you to tease that very thing-your mouth coming apart as if in anticipation-a detail he noticed that only inflamed his ego that much more. 

“Unless you don’t think you can control yourself…”

“You really think THAT highly of yourself don’t you?” You couldn’t help but tease as he shrugged, pulling back just enough to still remain close and keep his effect over you. 

“Never had any complaints before…Unless “Oh God!” and “Don’t stop!” count…then nothing but…” He smirked, making further note of the way you were suddenly unnerved by his words. 

“Okay…” The single line of agreement was delivered before you could retract it. His brows lifted in surprise before he collected your hand and led you to the room located furthest within the chateau. But the second it closed behind him, you began to regret the fact you’d agreed to begin with. If not for the nerves than for that damned smile across his face. 

“First thing, you want to get comfortable…” He began, wasting no time getting down to his business while bypassing the pleasantries of words of comfort or care. But you were a mix of eagerness and anxiousness, leading your steps towards the bed as you laid at a slight incline, watching him take a seat at your side. 

“Would you feel better keeping these on?” He asked, the hand resting on your thigh thumbed beneath the bottom of your shorts as you nodded. He almost seemed relieved by this before agreeing and bringing his hand to the button of your bottoms. 

“Are you horny?” You couldn’t hide your blush at his blunt vulgarity. 

“It’s gonna hurt if you try and you’re not…” He laughed at your reaction as you studied him for a moment, curious how he knew so much about your body without you being none the wiser. 

“I’m fine…” You confessed, hoping he was unaware that this had been because of him. 

“Here…” He took your hand quickly to the air, direction three fingers behind his lips and sucking them wet, before giving a teasing shrug. 

“Just to be sure…” He smirked, aware from the hitch of your breath that he was the reason behind your arousal. 

“This is the fun part…you get to decide where to begin…” His eyes were on fire with lust. 

“But I think we need a quick anatomy lesson…” Before you could object, you watched him take his middle finger into his lips before taking it within your shorts, over your clothed bundle of nerves as your body reacted immediately. 

“Your clit…it’s arguably the most sensitive. You can pull it, flick it…rub it…” He explained while performing such motions, your eyes coming closed at the actions sending shots of electricity from the tips of his fingers and onto each and every nerve within your body. 

“Your folds…finding out how wet you are…” His voice was a near growl as he gathered your slick before lowering the short distance to your entrance. 

“You…Penetration…start with one finger…work your way to two and even three…depending on how full you want to feel…” You shuddered at the thought as he simply teased your core, smirking as you behaved so sinful beneath his touch. 

“Shit…you’ve really NEVER done this, have you?”

You shook your head back and forth in a collection of desperate shakes as he moved even closer to you. 

“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” A soft moan left your throat as he bit his bottom lip at the sound, a sound he never believed he’d hear come from you-especially by his hand. 

“I’m gonna show you how to move your fingers and then I’m gonna have you do it-” You nodded, disappointed at the thought of his absence, but clinging to the thought of having him touch you. 

“I’ll go slow…” And he did, penetrating you with his middle finger as it curved immediately into you, his hand beginning to thrust as he became distracted from his lessons and focused more on the way your hand gripped around his wrist and your hips rose to meet him. When he accepted this distraction, his lips pulled apart to view the sight of your chest rise and fall in desperate breaths as his thumb now made circles over your clit. 

“God, you’re so sexy…” He groaned as you didn’t care about the aftermath of what either of your words or actions mention-you were too desperate for him to continue. 

“Oh my God!” Your eyes strained into a close as his second hand moved to your breast, moving beneath its cropped fabric as he would feel your lace bra beneath his touch. Yet, he continued still, taking your nipple between his fingers before twisting and pulling it into a kind fondling that strengthened the pleasure twisting in your stomach. 

“JJ! Fuck…” You whined as his touch suddenly retreated as your motions quickened to a close release. 

“Your turn…” He spoke in explanation to his cruel abandonment as you remained shy until feeling his hand collect yours. 

“I want to watch you…” He licked his lips, this having been enough of a motivation, as you slipped your fingers beneath your shorts, no need for further lubrication, before mirroring how he touched you. 

“Fuck…” He breathed, the sight of you pleasuring yourself in front of him, even more erotic than he’d ever imagined, his own hand palming the new development beneath his shorts, a distracting ache being his only other thought while watching you arch your back directly in front of him. 

“JJ-”

“Are you thinking of ME?” You nodded, no need to play coy as you were aware he already knew. 

“Good…” He continued to breathe heavily; “Think about my fingers…touch yourself how you want me to-”

“I want you to…” You spoke through clenched teeth, eyes pulling open to plead with him. 

“That’s not fair to look at me like that…” He explained, the soft doe eyes effecting him as his dimples held a reaction for you. 

“No…Keep looking at me…I want to KNOW you’re thinking of me…” You struggled to fight the blush from your cheeks as your eyes locked onto his. The slip of your fingers beneath your panties, taking note of the lesson of his finger inside of you, curving it just as he had, sent your expression to contort in a way that was almost too much for him. 

“Goddamn!” He exclaimed, his own lips pulled apart in a hunger for more. 

“JJ! JJ!” You pleaded in repetition as he moved his hand over your mouth. 

“They’re gonna hear you, sweetheart…”

“I don’t care…” You whined. “I want you to touch me-please, J…I need YOU.” He breathed almost a chortle as he pulled towards him. 

“No…I want to watch you cum…in MY bed…saying my name…” He leaned over you, hand to your breast, fondling you as his breath teased a kiss to your lips. 

“Go a bit faster, baby…Make it feel REAL good…Just like you know I would…” You moaned into his hand, the vibration reverberating back to you as you watched over his touch that he was drinking in every reaction his lessons were now paying off for him. 

“Two fingers…” He directed, his lips now taking your breast within his mouth, still keeping that fragile rule unbroken, but desperate to make some form of connection to your skin. 

“My God, you’re shaking..” He chuckled into your chest, looking up from his kiss to your skin, before those eyes darkened in a way you’d never witnessed before. Not in anger. Not in sadness. In pure, unbridled, and necessary lust. 

“Faster.” He ordered as you obliged, the feeling of his thumb welcomed to your body, your hips bucking to meet his touch. 

“FASTER.” He spoke behind clenched teeth. “I wanna feel you through your panties, sweetheart…Come on…you can do it…”

“J! JJ! OH MY GOD!”

“Let go, baby…oh god, I want to hear you cum for me…” 

“I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna-OH FUCK!” Your plea came against his palm, weakening to a fault at your side, eating into the sheets beside you as you released a silent orgasm for what took over you completely. Your fingers wrapped around his strong arms, tense to your touch taking him close enough to feel those very ripples through your entire body. His nose resting against yours, taking in your breath as his own, as he watched you attempt to breathe beneath him. 

“How did that feel?” You paused, gluttonous to feel it again. “Did I change your stance on it?” But you shook your head as he pulled upwards, slightly insulted. 

“Are you kidding me? You just shook the entire bed with how hard you came and you-”

“JJ-my stance was that it’s better with the REAL thing…” He cocked his jaw, the remembrance bringing his head into a nod of agreement. 

“I prefer you…” 

“Is that so?” His eyes now lowered to the space between you, your gaze following how he was painfully aroused for you. 

“I think I do too.” He teased as your hands came to the belt of his shorts before he collected your wrist, your name spoken in warning as you interjected over him,“I want to…I need to…” 

“You can’t look at me like that…it’s not fair, sweetheart…”

“But it gets me what I want….” You spoke in validation while pulling down his shorts enough to expose him to you. His impressive shaft, a feat for your small hands as you began to twist him within your grasp. Even if you weren’t knowledgeable of your own gratification, you were well aware how to please a man…

“FUCK-” He grunted to the air over you as you manipulated him unti he was now resting half upright within the bed, your hand working his cock with the trophy of your skillshet shown on the set of precum of his angered head. That was when you licked your lips, trying to intensify his release by what would have been your lips, before feeling his hand wrap around the back of your neck to keep you upwards. 

“I want to cum in your hand-not your throat-not this time…” Your heart leapt at the thought of ‘next time’, as you slowly nodded. 

“Touch me, J…Please…” You whimpered as his hand came to your breast, as you shook your head. 

“No…here…” You led his hand back between your legs as he breathed heavily once again. 

“Shit, you’re fucking soaked-” You nodded against him, your breath resting at his ear as you could feel his skin chill beneath your chin to your motions. 

“JJ…I want you to cum…I want to make you cum-” You bent forward, using your saliva over his swollen dick to ensure he wouldn't find pain within your grasp as he nearly bucked into you, soft moans and whimpers validating how you were as talented as he had been with his hands. 

“FUCK-FU-YES! OH yes! So fucking good…OH…” He belted, a hum of satisfaction coming behind his tensed jaw. A series of slow kisses climbed up his neck as he withdrew the hand from your breast to wrap it within your hair, taking your lips to break that damned rule. 

“But the rule-” You teased. 

“Fuck. The. Rules…Don’t stop-please don’t fucking stop…” You nodded, agreeing as his fingers quickened into you. 

“Oh shit, baby…oh fuuuckkk…” He drew out his final curse. 

“You’re gonna make me cum-I’m gonna cum-oh shit, shit-ahh…” Silence left his lips as you felt his fingers pause within you, favoring his climax to that of your own in this moment as you knew you had delivered just as you had received. Your name spoken in relief from his breath as he turned to face you. 

“Get on top of me-”

“J-”

“I’m not gonna fuck you-not yet…But I want to feel you…” To this, you obliged as you stood, his fingers making quick work of your shorts and panties, leaving you naked from the waist down as he positioned you into a straddle. But his cock wouldn’t tease you as you had come to expect. Instead, he used his fingers in place-directing two immediately while the other remained on the back of your neck to guide his depth. 

“I’m gonna need you to cum for me again-”

“JJ-” You warned, your sensitivity almost too great to follow through with his request, if not silenced by the need to do so. 

“I know you can…I know you want to, you’re clenching me so tight…I know you need this…let me…”

“I want you!”

“I’m yours…I’m here…” You nodded, nails digging into his naked shoulders as he kissed your lips again, keeping your forehead to his with his fingers now in your hair. 

“Come on sweetheart…do whatever you need to to cum-”

“Then fuck me…” You whined. “I want you inside of me, JJ…” He clenched his teeth, managing to exchange his fingers for the tip of his cock in a single thrust as you gasped sharply. Licking his lips apart, he sheathed into you, the pain of his stretch quickly remedied by the way he guided you to bounce over him. 

“Fuck, sweetheart! You’re so tight for me…” You nodded, only able to respond in moans as he smiled in victory beneath you. 

“I’m gonna go a bit faster-” You agreed. 

“Yes, JJ! Please! Please, faster!” His smirk widened as he hammered up into you, the squelch of arousal echoing between you, before you were suddenly pulled upwards and left onto your back. Before you could adjust to this position, he held a dangerously sharp grip at the comforter behind your head, pulling it in desperation as your nails left lines of fresh blood along his back. 

“SHIT! Cum for me! Right now, baby-I can feel it…Cum-CUM!” He kissed you through your high, the buckle of reservation shattering to his demands, the clench of this very release sending him into his own. 

“FUCK-” Your name spoken in unison to his release brought him to collapse at your side as you remained in silence for a moment, torn between relishing this moment and mortified for what would follow. And yet the way he pulled you into him, arm at rest behind your head as you found comfort above his pounding heart, validated the words that weren’t necessary. You were his. And he was yours. The pleasant buzz of dual orgasms surging through you both as you grinned into rest over his chest. 

After all, what were friends for?

TAGLIST: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Leon NSFW Alphabet

Guess who's back on their BS? This spoopy bitch.

Thanks for the request anon! I am very thirsty for Leon so this was a treat for me!

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, but i wrote it as Leon being the one doing the penetrating, not the reader, since it just made it more streamlined for me.

NSFW under the cut

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

In a word? Clingy. In a nicer word? Snuggly. My man just likes holding/being held by you and just wants to be as close as possible to you. It’s all the hormones and the emotions released by sex,and his protective, somewhat possessive nature, that makes him want to wrap his arms around you and never let go.

Obviously he has to let go, because yall need to clean up. He’ll help you of course, take a nice shower with you, dry you off, hop back into bed for cuddles (or more sex)

And since he’s invested in fitness, he knows how important hydration is when partaking in ‘physical activity’ so he has plenty of water by the bed for sips during and afterwards.

B = Body part (what is their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner?)

*inhales* TIDDIES

Well really, it’s more so the chest/pec/breast area. This goes for you and him.

He knows his pecs are MASSIVE (I mean, we’ve all seen Pokemon Evolutions by now, those are some bozongas). He’s proud of all the work he’s done to achieve and maintain it, and he loves whenever you rest your head on his chest, or suck his nipples, or fawn/drool over them.

Whether you have a more masculine, feminine or neutral chest, whether it’s big or not, it doesn’t matter one bit to Leon. As long as he can kiss, and lick and touch ‘em, he’s happy.

Getting to take off your shirt for the first time was like a religious experience for him. He thinks about that visual waaaaay too much to be honest.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Please let this man cum inside you, please, please, please. That feral possessive side of him sees it as a way of claiming you as his, especially if he can breed you.

That being said, he’ll happily wear a condom/cum somewhere else for you if that’s your preference

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

You’d think based on his celebrity status, he wouldn’t take nudes of himself. But he does. And he does a LOT. The amount of dick pics alone you have (happily) received from this man is staggering.

He’ll never admit it, but the risk is half the reason he does it so much.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Considering the fact people literally throw themselves at him, Lee’s only ever been in two or three sexual relationships, one of which was just a one-time hook-up.

Since he’s so eager to please, he’s quite good in bed, he’s the champion after all, your champion, he’s gotta show you a champion time!

F = Favourite Position

He loooooooves missionary, especially when your legs are thrown over his shoulders, so he can fuck you deep and look at all the pleasured expressions on your flushed face. It’s so intimate as well.

His second favourite would be against the wall, facing each other, him easily holding you steady.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or humorous?)

Depends honestly. Lee’s got this boyish charm and levity to him, so it naturally comes out when you’re having a bit of fun in bed. Little jokes, poking your sides, blowing raspberries (or I suppose Razz Berries), just making you giggle a bit. Sometimes he accidentally says something funny too.

But in moments where he’s more sincere, more loving, more vulnerable, he’s definitely a lot less inclined to be goofy, but it sometimes slips out.

And when he’s in that feral, jealous mood? He’s dead serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Trimmed most of the time, but out of league seasons he lets it get a bit fluffy. Sometimes he has a happy trail too, but that’s also dependent on if he has to be shirtless for any advertisements he’s legally contracted to do.

His pubic hair is purple, but darker than his head-hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

Leon can be extremely intimate. Some days he just needs to be as close to you as possible, and make you feel so, so good. He wants to show you that he loves you so much, and sex is a great way to show you that.

Sometimes he’s a bit cheesy, doing the whole rose-petal candle-light thing, or he fills up his large luxurious bath for you two to soak in.

He works a lot, sometimes you don’t get to see each other in person for weeks, so when you get to be together, he likes to show you how much he misses you and cherishes you…

With his penis.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon.)

When he can’t be with you, he masturbates pretty often. It’s not just for arousal reasons, but for a way for him to wind down after a heart-pounding match or the stresses and pressures that come with being champion. It’s usually pretty quick, in the Wyndon Stadium showers where his shame can be washed away.

When it is due to arousal, he likes to fantasise about you, or reminiscence on a particularly good romp. If you’ve let him keep naughty pictures of you, he’ll use that as materiel too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks.)

Not super kinky, but he does like a bit of bondage, sensory-deprivation and edge play. Usually he’s the dominant one, but he likes being a good little sub now and then.

He also likes to roleplay. Sometimes he pretends to be a heroic knight or king, who’s saved you from some terrible danger, and you reward his bravery with your body. Other times, you pretend to be a groupie who wants to please your favourite pokemon trainer/champion aka him.

Also B R E E D I N G K I N K

L = Location (where are their favourite places to do the do?)

Basically any surface in his place, but especially the bed or the shower. He’s also, on numerous occasions, fucked you in his locker room at Wyndon after a particularly difficult match.

M = Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going?)

You in his merch, cheering for him in the VIP box at Wyndon. You in his shirt and leggings (or no leggings ;) ) tottering about at home. Calling him your Champion. Fiery battles that leave him with excess adrenaline… so many things honestly

One way to guarantee to get him going, especially for rough sex, is when someone flirts with you. He gets jealous and feral so easily, and he HAS to remind you he’s the only man for you.

Again, with his penis.

N = NO (is there something they wouldn’t do? what are their turn-offs?)

He doesn’t want to hurt you or degrade you, not really. He’ll bite ypu, spank you, maybe even choke you a lil’ bit, and he’ll call you his slut, sure, but that’s the extent of his meanness. Any more is too much for him.

Likewise, he doesn’t enjoy being hurt or degraded either. He’s secretly very insecure, and wants to be the best, so if you were to insult him in bed, it would make him extremely upset.

He would also never engage in a group-sex setting. He’s too possessive of you, he can’t handle the thought of someone else giving you pleasure or being inside you.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Honestly Leon doesn’t have a preference. He finds both pleasurable and rewarding in their own way.

He loves to kiss and lick and leave marks on your naval and thighs before going down on you. And boy, is he thorough when he does. He definitely leaves you with your legs shaking when he’s done. Please play with his hair when he’s down there, when you grip and tug at it, it makes him work even harder.

When you go down on him, he feels so lucky. You look so sweet and innocent kneeling before him, giving him soft licks and suckles. He’s pretty big down there, so he doesn’t expect you to be able to comfortably suck him, let alone deep-throat him, but if you can, he will be at your mercy.

He wouldn’t fuck your face though, that’s a bit much for him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

If he’s feeling feral and possessive, expect a rough, harsh pounding, sometimes his thrusts are quicker in these moments, other times, he really likes to drag it out, really make you feel every inch of him.

When his mood is lighter, his pace is definitely more intimate, less fast, more thorough. And when he makes love, it’s slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (what is their opinion on quickies over proper sex? how often do they have quickies?)

Lee can’t quite get over how hotquickies are. The rush, the adrenaline, that chase a much-needed climax. He loves it so much.

I wouldn’t say he necessarily prefers it, he just really enjoys them as their own thing.

He’s a busy guy, so they happen fairly often when he has just enough time to give you a good fucking before he has to go off and do some champion stuff.

R = Risk (are they willing to experiment? do they take risks?)

Leon is enthusiastic and likes to learn, so he’ll give new things a try, provided they aren’t dangerous to you or him.

As a family-friendly celebrity, he tries his best to avoid risks that might expose the NSFW-side of his life. So he doesn’t do public stuff. He still, as mentioned in D, sexts often, but that kind of scandal is a whole lot easier to handle if they’re ever leaked.

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

Some days this man could go for HOURS. Other days it’s a one and done. Depends on his mood honestly. And even if it’s just one round, it’s not a short one either. He’s the motherfucking champion, not a one-minute man.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not a huge fan of using toys on you, but not opposed to it. He prefers to do it himself, show you why he’s your champion, and he doesn’t need any toys to get you off. It’s a pride thing really.

But again, he does sometimes incorporate a vibrator when he’s pleasing you, but only when asked to.

He does own a fleshlight, but since you came around, he doesn’t use it nearly as often ;)

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He’s playful, that’s for sure, but never mean to you. He edges you sometimes, but always lets you orgasm, and never ruins it.

V = Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

He loves to moan, and loudly too. He also groans and grunts, and talks dirty to you. Even in the Wyndon locker room, the crowds are usually still cheering his name long after he’s returned to you. It’s only fair he cheers yours too.

W = Wild Card (a random nsfw headcanon.)

Definitely likes, and encourages, you calling him ‘Champion’ in bed. In fact, he might like it too much, because one time in a non-sexual situation you referred to him as your ‘Champion’ and he got an instant boner.

X = X-Ray (what’s going on in those pants?)

My man is PACKING. He’s got a long, ridiculously thick dick, with a rosy tip and a prominent vein along the underside. He’s uncircumcised.

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

His family-friendly reputation is indeed a façade, because in truth this man is a thirsty bitch. If he could have sex every day, he would.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

Sex is stress relief for him, and if he’s already tired before you fuck, he’d literally gonna wipe you two off and immediately crawl back into bed to sleep. If he’s not tired, he’ll just relax with you for a bit, go for another round or two if you’re still in the mood.

[sexyandcringe]

HQ Boys as discord types pt. 2

Warning: none

Genre: fluff

A/n: when I say “your server” I don’t specifically mean YOURS, but just a server you are active in.

Part 1

Bokuto

- Chaotic One™️ pt. 2

Welcomes every new member with caps on and exclamation marks: "WELCOME TO THE SERVER!!", like that. Like Atsumu, he also constantly writes in caps so prolly gets warned for it. Partecipates in VC's but his microphone fucking screeches every time he talks. Gets kicked out of the VC 😭.

If you invite him to your server, well, that's not your server anymore. it's "OUR server". Becomes friends with all your friends and they like him because he is just so cute!!

Oikawa

- The Tea Lover™️

Knows all the tea and drama going on in different servers he is active in, but won't talk about it to anyone if not to close friends. He loves watching people fight online for some reason.

Uses a lot of kamojis!!

I was kinda confused on whether to call him the tea lover or self-obsessed one, because i have a feeling that he talks a lot about himself and his life, maybe rants a little, too. So some people are like, dude, we exist, too.

Tries to make friends with your friends in the server, some like him but many don't because of his cringe texting </3 (and also probably because they already know him from other servers so they know how he is lmao 😭😭).

Kenma

- The Gamer™️

Obviously, Kenma has discord because he loves playing video games with his friends, but he doesn't talk a lot (if not at all) in any general chat because he lives in the Video Game chat.

Although he is a dry texter too, he is not boring, he has a dry humor and he talks with high interest about games. If you invite him into your server, he will join, but won't make any effort to talk in general 😭 sorry man, but maybe he will make a friend or two in the video game section!

Kuroo

- The Debater™️

His MBTI is literally ENTP; You know those memes where people ask questions like "Do fishes get thirsty?" and someone replies with a longass paragraph with scientific facts? That's him. Disputes his own opinions and returns again to his original opinion because he doesn't really care about being right or wrong, he just wants to debate.

Aside from this charming (or annoying for some) trait, he is very fun to talk to. Replies to every message even if he is talking to 4 people at the same time and never in a half-assed way, asks you questions about whatever you are talking about and gives you opinions.

If you add him in your server, everyone is gonna love him, because he is just fascinating like that!

Reblogs are really appreciated!

[yuedama]

OMGOMG ok so can you do a jealous yelena x reader smut IM SO THIRSTY FOR HER RN

content : nsfw ; vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, petnames

notes : ohoho gotchu anon ;) 'm sorry if it took a while but i hope u enjoy !!

a harsh grip on your chin forced your eyes to stare into pools of grey, the intensity beneath them making you writhe in your place. it all had happened so suddenly— you had been making your way towards the mess hall for dinner when an arm yanked you into a dimly lit room. you had initially panicked, but after seeing who had pulled you into the dark and confined space, you immediately let your guard down.

which, in your part, was a big mistake.

just as you looked up to invite the blonde for dinner, you were met with a glowering yelena, no trace of tenderness in their face as she pushed you against the wall. you reached out your hand to cup her cheeks, but it was quickly smacked away.

“yelena?” your voice was soft as you stared at her in concern, though there was a stinging in your hand from the impact of her slap.

she made no response, only choosing to growl at you before coming down to bite the skin between your neck and collarbone. you whimpered at the attack, face contorting to that of pleasure and pain, hands coming up to her shoulders to push her away.

“hey, 'lena, what's wrong?” 

“oh, you tell me what's wrong. why were you getting all friendly with that blond?” hot breath tickled your lips as they maintained intense eye contact with you, lengthy fingers finding purchase on the base of your neck to push you further against the wall. “what was his name again?”

“i-i don't know who you're talki—”

“nice try, doll, but that's not going to work.”

you made a confused hum which eventually turned to a string of mewls as yelena nipped at your flesh, adamant at leaving marks on your skin. they relished in the way you would sigh and pant as they sank their teeth into you, the feeling of your warm body rutting against theirs absolutely euphoric. 

“you know who i'm talking about, that blond kid with the undercut.” yelena's eyes bore deeply into yours as she leaned back, one hand cradling your face while the other was gripping your thigh. “you seemed so comfortable around him, leaning against his shoulder as you laughed at whatever pathetic joke he made.”

“you've got it wrong!” you cried, voice shaky for you were out of breath, fingers clutching her dress shirt tightly to ground yourself. 

“wrong?” yelena feigned innocence, having the audacity to look hurt as a hand coming to resting on their chest. “you mean to tell me i didn't catch you all over that kid a while ago?”

she leaned in to whisper against your ear, lips tracing the lobe just enough to make you feel hotter. “are you accusing me of seeing things, doll?”

“'lena, let me explain,” a desperate look was written on your face; though you were a little nervous, you also couldn't resist the ticklish curiosity eating at you for what yelena might do to you. all the ways she would touch you, run her fingers on your body as she claimed you were hers. it made you drool at the thought.

“what's there to explain?” the blonde's nails dug into your hips, her head leaning down to tug your bottom lip harshly as she spoke against it. “i saw everything.”

you could only whimper against their lips, eyes closing as you let her have her way with you. before you knew it, your bottoms were in a pool at your ankles, your dripping essences on display for the tall woman. 

“you actually got fucking wet from that? how low of you, darling,” yelena chuckled, a dark glint overtaking their expression as her fingers rolled your erect clit. your legs buckled, and if you weren't holding onto her to brace yourself, you were certain you would have collapsed to the floor.

“l-lena a-ah!” the pinching of your bundle of nerves coupled with the biting of your neck quickly riled you up. yelena was ruthless, showing no mercy as she toyed with your clit and marked your neck, choosing places where she knew people could see. 

“that's right, call out my name,” she forced you to keep your eyes on her, lips twisting to a sadistic grin as she watched the way she made you crumble; pleasured you like no else did, no one else could. a digit entered your sopping hole, prodding right at your sweet, spongy spot. 

black dots clouded your vision as you tried your hardest to train your eyes on the blonde before you, chest heaving up and down as you greedily sucked in air, tongue lolling at the tip of your mouth. she sped up the jerking of her wrist as she added a second finger, thumb pressing down on your clit hard. 

broken moans echoed in the room, your mind unable to focus on anything but the way yelena devoured you with her gaze while thrusting in and out of your cunt. 

“l-lena n-ngh!”

the sense of pride that bubbled in yelena's chest was incomparable to anything as she listened to you practically scream her name while she made you crumble beneath her. 

“who owns you?” 

“you...” tears pricked your waterline as you forced your voice out your dry throat, hands pathetically clinging onto the blonde's forearms for dear life. 

“louder, darling.” her pace quickened, steel eyes widening in adoration as she watched the way you took in her fingers, drool trickling down the sides of your mouth.

“i'm yours, yelena, all yours!” her lips twitched upwards, a satisfied sigh being drawn from it as she kissed the salty tears away from the corner of your eyes. 

“and who's fucking you this good right now?” 

“y-you, yelena!” you were going insane from the brutal, inhumane speed she had set, eyes shutting close as the pleasure became too much to handle.

“you think that armin can do you as good as i can?”

“n-no, 'lena.”

“good pet,” the fondness in her husky voice was unmistakable, though it grew in contrast with the way she continuously, ravenously, grazed your slick walls with her rough fingertips. you could only clench your eyelids harder til you started seeing colors, whole body spasming as you were drawn nearer to your high.

“want me to call him and show him just how much of a mess you are for me?”

a gasp left your lips as your eyes snapped open to look at the blonde's face in confusion, searching for any signs of humor in them, though she looked dead serious. “please d-don't. i belong to you, 'lena, only you!”

“you plead me not to, yet the way your walls gripped my fingers say otherwise,” a frown graced her features as she stopped her ministrations, robbing you of the high you were chasing. 

“'lena, why'd you stop?” it was so frustrating, feeling the telltale signs of a coming orgasm only to have that sweet moment ripped away from you.

“you'd have to reflect on your actions before you even think of getting to cum.” yelena growled, stepping back to straighten her clothes and make herself presentable.

with that, she walked out and disappeared to god knows where, leaving you sensitive and insatiable, an uncomfortable wet patch in your underwear as you made your way towards the mess hall once more. it had become apparent that luck wasn't on your side, for the only empty seat in the room was beside the blond who was the main reason for yelena's outburst.  

[lostbbygorl]

LEVI ACKERMAN AS A YOUTUBER:

✨ It was Hange's idea, not Levi's

✨ Levi hates attention usually, so when Hange suggested he start a channel that millions of people can view anytime, he wanted to smack her

✨ But then Erwin and Mike kept harping about (Mike wanted to see him do a sparkly intro)

✨ He wanted his friends to leave him alone, so he grudgingly decided to make one video

✨ It was a rant video LMFAOOO

✨ He basically exposed all his friends names and the fact that they wouldn't leave him alone until he made a video

✨ Well, everyone liked that. I'm not kidding, he's like a 30 year old Joanna Cedia man rose to fame lightning fast

✨ Even though his video kinda lacked structure, it was FULL of meme potential and Gen Z did their thang so Levi's suddenly trending

✨ Levi is the only one from the group who doesn't use social media so when Levi and Hange show him that the whole internet is simping for him his eyes widen like in that scene where Eren suddenly titan shifted

✨ He saw that his comments under the video were mostly positive and that men and women alike were complimenting his good looks and he's super confused cause our rough baby is actually super soft and insecure and he doesn't understand that it don't matter if he ain't tall and tanned and that he's scarred, he's fine asf

✨ Well that was an ego boost and Levi realized he wants to make videos

✨ Levi is shy asf so his intros are super curt and he gets straight to the point

✨ His viewers love his dry, dark humor and unfiltered behavior

✨ Wattpad authors love his deep voice, and well, so does everyone else

✨ His viewers are a literal CULT and Levi's like Corpse Husband but with a face

✨ He's still wondering what the main focus of his channel should be so for the first one month of running it, he usually takes subscriber requests

✨ Levi isn't as ~mysterious~ as he likes to think he is lol. His subscribers figured out his undercover teddy bear personality as soon as he stuttered in the second video's intro. Also, all his psychology student fans kept posting body language analyses in the comment section. His second video was basically him reacting to the memes people made

✨ After that, he started making house tour videos and working/studying productivity tip videos and just YOLO cuz his fans eat whatever up

✨ Levi DEFO has an aesthetic house and bedroom. He's too tidy and classy not to

✨ With each video, you can see the editing getting better

✨ His following keeps growing and he finally opens up a social media account he barely posts on

✨ Levi finds meme culture annoying so the memes that people send him just get eyebrows raised at

✨ Levi TRULY started loving being a youtuber when he started getting paid cuz that check was SWEET (I mean he's a capricorn guys cmon)

✨ He reacts to memes and Gen Z slang cuz he has a mostly Gen Z fanbase and now he's getting trendier much to his friends surprise

✨ He starts saying "All facts no printer" and "spill the tea" unironically. He also likes the grunge and alt aesthetic

✨ You know what else comes with being a handsome edgy older youtuber? THIRSTY FANS

✨ Levi knows what fanfiction is but he doesn't know fanfic terminology so when Hange comes over to his house one day and starts laughing hysterically at "Levi x Reader 18+ smut" he's confused

✨ When Hange and explains and shows him the smut his soul leaves his body I-

✨ He reviews his smut very seriously on his channel the next day and the SMUT AUTHORS HAVE ALL DEACTIVATED-

✨ Levi isn't extremely fond of the way he's being sexualized but he's a grown man and he's just gonna take it though he hopes it'll stop. You know what Levi does like? FANART

✨ Levi finds it impressive that his young fans can use him as a source of creativity and that he's someone's muse. He makes it a habit to like whatever fanart he comes across on social media and leave an encouraging comment

✨ The first time Levi smiled on his channel was when he saw a chibi fanart of himself

✨ Levi doesn't really wanna do collabs initially but when a younger, more experienced youtuber suggested a collab he wasn't against it surprisingly

✨ The internet BROKE when THE Sasha Blouse made a video with Levi where they made dalgona coffee

✨ Levi didn't realize how big Sasha is till he saw all the comments on social media and he considers the collab with Sasha his first celebrity encounter

✨ Sasha and Levi end up becoming an unlikely friendship duo and fans LOVE the personality contrast (I love Levi and Sasha's interactions and I love personality contrasts so stfu Levi and Sasha's friendship >>>>>)

✨ It takes Levi at least a year to realize how big his impact is. He first realizes this when a little girl recognizes him in public and tells him all starry eyed that she started cleaning her room more after watching his videos and he's internally crying

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Big Ol’ Batsy

Batman x reader (? Kinda I guess)

Author’s Note: So this was supposed to be part of a series—because I just have to aim too high—and surprise surprise, I got lazy and lost interest and bam here we are. I had this part written for a long time so I decided that I’m probably not gonna write the rest of it, so why not just post this. Also, I probably should mention that this is my first ever batman fic. I hope y’all like this weird piece of garbage I have to offer :)

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Words: 0.9k

Warnings: My first (and thus bad) attempt at humor, swearing, excessive amount of italics used, and it’s just weird all around mate.

Summary: Batman breaks into your apartment and you’re not awake enough for this shit.

Series Masterlist — Masterpost

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You’re not too sure if you should be glad you got up at three in the morning to grab some water, or not. The water felt amazing on your dry tongue, but will picking up shards of glass be something you’d want to do in the morning—the official morning?

Okay maybe the broken glass shouldn’t be what you're most concerned about right now. No, that concern should probably be directed towards the huge looming shadow that had just slid through your fire escape. But honestly, it's 3 am, maybe you're just dreaming? Yeah, that seems legit.

One slow and gentle step forward and—okay okay. Yeah, definitely not a dream. Ow.

Barely saving yourself from slicing your foot open, you snap your head towards Batman. Fucking Batman is standing in your living room. What the shit do you do? He’s standing against the wall, barely peeking outside, when something thumps against the fire escape somewhere above.

“Don't. Move.”

Not like you weren’t frozen already.

The commotion outside continues, you can’t quite make out what’s being said but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on. Afterall, you’ve lived in Gotham long enough.

As the footfalls grow closer, Batman slinks away from the wall and crouches down behind the small dining table, right next to you.

Not like you weren’t breathing already.

Slowly, you crouch down, too. That’s what Batman is doing, maybe you should too? Being at his level leaves you inches apart. You hadn’t really minded the size of your apartment before, now you’re debating on whether you should start to or not.

The people outside stop right outside your window. “I swear he disappeared from here!” you hear the hushed voices more clearly now. “Maybe we should check inside these apartments?”

At that you tense up, along with Batman. No no no! You know if they come inside it’ll be a massacre. While your apartment is small, you’re too far away from your room to hide there without the goons outside noticing.

“Are you crazy? Someone could be awake, we won’t be able to just go in unnoticed!” A second voice argues back, sounding deeper than the first. “Come on, let's head back. We’ll nail the fucker next time.”

You and the Caped Crusader stay right where you are, even after the two unknown figures had retreated several minutes ago. You’re just following whatever Batman is doing, since he probably knows what's best. What do you do in a situation like this anyways?

When he turns to you, a small yelp forces itself out around the lump that has formed in your throat, and you’re only a little embarrassed of it. You can’t see much in the dark—made darker by his huge form—but you can feel his eyes trail over you. It takes everything in you to not squirm under his gaze.

There’s so much you want to say to him, like who were those guys, how did he get in your apartment, why is he in your apartment, is he okay, is he single? Now is not the time to think about his dating life! you scold yourself.

“Would you like some water?” Is what comes out of your mouth instead.

You see the whites of his mask where his eyes should be narrow. “I-I mean you’re probably thirsty, right? Like you’ve probably been running around a lot an-and stuff? I’m not going to poison you or anything! You don’t have to wor—”

“I’m fine.” And as an afterthought he adds a hesitant, “thank you.”

You smile at that, how can you not? The Batman just thanked you, you always thought he’d be a hardass or something.

“Uh, can we get up now? I didn't really get down into a comfortable position…” Your hand is bent at an awkward angle, your left knee is too close to the glass, and the water has soaked into your pajama bottoms.

Without saying anything he gets up and heads for the window, surveying the area to make sure the two men had left. You stay in the kitchen even after standing up, feeling out of place in your own home.

No matter how intimidating he’s supposed to be, he looks to be too big for your small home, you’re scared he’ll knock something over with that stupid cape. And somehow that makes him seem less terrifying. He’s too bulky.

“Doesn’t the cape interfere with your nighttime hobbies?”

He half turns to you, almost as if he had forgotten you were even there. “What?”

“Your cape. Doesn’t it make it easier for the bad guys to grab you in a fight? I’d imagine it gets caught in things a lot, right? It seems kinda stupid and impractical to me.”

Now he’s fully turned to you. Okay, he seems scary again; maybe you shouldn’t go around insulting the guy who looks like he can snap your neck forty-six different ways. You open your mouth to backtrack, but you already called it stupid, doesn’t get more insulting than that.

Instead of replying to your inquiries about his cape, he heads for the window. Before he fully steps out onto the fire escape, he looks you dead in the eyes and tells you to “lock your window.”

With that he vanishes, as if he had never even been there in the first place. And you stand there for a while longer, trying to process the whole ordeal that couldn’t have lasted longer than fifteen minutes.

Not like you weren’t questioning your sanity already.