#it's fun it's gender it lets me keep my hair length while not making it completely unmanageable because Curl

[deconstructthesoup]

Having undercut: Good

Feeling undercut: Great

Feeling undercut after you've showered: Sensory heaven

[flightlessangelwings]

While we’re in Latino Heritage Month, let’s stop assuming your reader doesn’t know/speak Spanish in your reader insert fics. Especially if you’re writing for Pedro’s, Oscar’s or other Latino characters please.

EDIT: After some criticism of how this was originally phrased, let me change it into a question/request instead- Can we as writers please try to be more inclusive with our reader insert fics so poc and others can feel represented and see themselves too? Including taking out a quick throwaway line about reader not understanding Spanish. (Keeping the original phrasing above so anyone who missed the post to begin with can still see how I originally phrased it)

If you have a throwaway line of “he said in Spanish that you didn’t understand” or something similar, just take it out. Have something like “you didn’t hear” instead and let the reader interpret how they want. Or use italics to indicate Spanish. Or have the translation right there without mention of anyone translating for them. Simple. Or if you don’t want to/feel you cannot change it, then please have something in with your warnings so Latinos/poc can skip it if they choose.

And let me tell you why this is so frustrating (even for me as someone who is not a fluent speaker). It’s because Latinos look to these characters and actors for representation. We see ourselves in them. And when you clearly do not have a Latino person in mind when writing, you’re saying we don’t belong here. In a space where we should feel welcomed and celebrated. Representation matters. Inclusivity matters. Please try to be more inclusive with reader fics so we can all enjoy and immerse ourselves in your writing.

ALSO EDITING TO ADD MORE FROM A REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN SEE MY CLARIFICATION: (under a cut for length)

This is nothing new, poc have been asking for years now to be inclusive in fics and yet it’s still a battle. We’re not asking for a lot, and certainly not asking anyone to change their style or creativity or anything like that. Literally simple edits: take out the word “blush” don’t mention hair, don’t mention not understanding Spanish, not making reader blood related to a white character, etc. Literally tiny things that would not change the story at all but make a world of difference.

Here’s an example too: a few years ago it was not common for writers to label the gender of their reader as it was usually assumed the reader would be a woman. But, people advocated to label readers as f/m/gn/whatever to be more inclusive and asked writers to strive for gender neutral readers when possible so that more readers felt seen and welcome. Now it’s a common thing to do. Why is making the readers race ambiguous any different?

Yes sometimes posts like this come across harsh, but know that they’re not meant to be. Poc aren’t trying to demand anything, we just ask to broaden your langauge when writing reader insert so more can see themselves in your work. It’s incredibly frustrating to ask for inclusivity and be met with hostility and rudeness in return and a refusal to think about poc so yes sometimes the wording gets harsh out of that frustration. But I encourage y’all to focus on the message more and maybe think about why poc in fandom get snippy like this. We do need to have an open conversation, yes. Just look in the comments at the Latinos and poc who are upset by the exclusion and feel hurt by it. How you you white fans feel if roles were reversed and none of the fics included you? Not fun, right?

And to those who say write it yourself: I do. I’ve been a x reader writer for years now and I do strive for inclusivity in my work. But I’m only one person and this is bigger than any one person. This isn’t about what I personally find acceptable or what I personally what. It should be a collective effort among writers as a whole to strive to include as many as possible in their works and not white code your readers. It’s not about demanding writers write it a certain way, it’s about asking writers to consider others who don’t look like them who also want the immersion and the escape that your fic brings.

[not-to-me]

Clever Boy (DW One-Shot)

(My gif)

Eleventh Doctor x gender neutral!reader — 18+ NO MINORS — Requests closed for now <3

Requested by anon: “May I request sub eleventh doctor with a HUGE praise kink (and edging)? With a very teasy gender neutral reader pleasee- Thank you!”

Summary: Pretty much just straightforward and to the point if I’m honest ToT

Warnings: ummm. Smut. Handjob, light oral (Eleven receiving), everything the request mentioned,,, not much else? Let me know if i missed something cause I’m blanking lol

(Note: I know I disappeared a little while. I hope I’ll be back but the inspiration not what it was smh)

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Many things had lead to this moment. Quite a few of these things had been the Doctor’s own fault, if you have to say it yourself, that is. For example, the Time Lord is so fun to tease, so cute when he blushes and stammers at your praise. No one but you, seems to have this effect on him. So honestly, who can blame you? You smile fondly down at him as he writhes on the sheets. Maybe you are a bit cruel, but in your defence, the Doctor seems to be enjoying it quite a bit.

“Good boy. So patient for me, pretty one,” you say as you deny him release yet again. His mouth is open in a silent whine that doesn’t quite break through his vocal cords. His naked body twitches under your lips as you kiss up his thigh, over his hipbone and then lick at his pebbled nipples. You chuckle softly as the whine finally broke through when you don’t pay any attention to his cock, weeping precum at this point. But the whine breaks into a cry halfway through as you surprise him by gingerly wrapping a finger and a thumb around the base of him. Placing one final kiss to his chest, you sit up on your knees, straddling one of his thighs. The Doctor makes eye contact with you, desperation clear in his bright eyes.

“Please, I need—“ he starts, but you decide to tease him by gently stroking up his length, effectively interrupting his train of thought. He gasps and his hips twitch upwards, his eyes closing as he chases a high he needs so bad.

“Yes, my love? What do you need, hm?” you ask him teasingly, but you don’t give him a chance to respond as you dip down and kiss his lips, swollen from his bites after the many edges you’ve made him go through. He almost can’t focus enough to kiss back, but when you stroke a soothing hand over his brown hair, he whimpers into the kiss and returns it.

“Shh, such a good boy… just lay there and take what I give you,” you whisper against his lips, unable to stop the smile from spreading on your face. He really is cute when he’s like this. As you’re leaning over his body, you feel his dick twitching against you, only serving to broaden your teasing smile. He whimpers again, begging you to touch him.

His hands are gripping the headboard, just like you told him to, but you see how white knuckled they are, and you see the teary eyes he’s giving you, causing you to have mercy on him. Kissing him a final time, you begin to kiss down his glistening body, which has a nice sheen of sweat from the hours of teasing and edging. You leave little bites on his neck and collarbones, taking your sweet time with him.

Please, please— I- I need to cum,” the Doctor cries gently, pathetically. You chuckle at him, stopping the kisses to look up at him.

“My sweet, I’ve been waiting all week to have you like this,” you interrupt yourself with an open mouthed kiss to his throat, then continue, “you will cum when I let you, my clever boy.”

He whimpers and nods submissively, sinking his head into the pillows. You can tell he’s really trying to be good, and it makes your heart swell with love and admiration. His hard cock is hot against your stomach as you start kissing down his pretty body once more. You can feel his precum smearing on your skin, and you hum, need for him to cum swelling up inside you as well. But you are patient.

As you reach his tummy, he’s a whining mess beneath you, pleading with you to keep going, to not stop. He feels so good. When you finally reach his pelvis, you raise yourself up slightly to look at him. He blinks tears of desperation away when he notices and gazes back.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, my love,” you command him. He whines out a ‘yes,’ with a quiet voice, obviously anticipating finally being able to cum. A shiver runs through him as you lean back down to kiss his tip, keeping your hand around the base of him. He moans wantonly, but keeps his eyes glued to your actions. You lick up the side of his length, before letting your hand work him slowly back to his peak.

His lips are an endless stream of noises, ranging from quiet whimpers to lustful moans. His hands fidget with the headboard but he remains good for you. It’s when you choose to add your other hand to massage his balls that he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, prompting you to stop your ministrations immediately. His hips try to follow your hands as they retreat and you sit back on your knees once more.

“Ah, ah… did I tell you to close your eyes?” you ask him, and he doesn’t have to look to know that you’re smiling. The whine that cascades from his lips almost make you return your hands to his needy form, but you are persistent.

“…N-no, not- ah- not exactly…” he stammers out, completely high on the almost-climax. If he just reached down and— No, no, he’s a good boy.

“What do you say?” you ask as you tease him by placing feather kisses around the base of his cock.

“Ah- I’m sorry!” His voice is a higher pitch than usual, conveying his desperation.

“Good boy. You’re such a pleasure to tease like this… my patient boy.” You begin slowly licking up his cock, letting your hand follow, as you start up again, then you lift your lips from him, “And remember, eyes on me.”

He whines, not believing he’s able to at this point, but needing his release so bad, he’s willing to do the impossible. As your hand strokes languidly up and down his length, you murmur praises and place soft kisses on his chest, stomach and, when he makes a particularly cute noise, his cock.

His moans are unstoppable as you steadily bring him closer to his peak once more. He looks absolutely lost in the pleasure you’re providing for him, his eyes glazed over with bliss. He’s babbling nonsense, but he’s keeping his eyes on you, even as he feels his orgasm approach rapidly and his voice cracks with the mind blowing intensity of it all.

Your eyes lock with his, which makes him twitch in your hand.

“Are you gonna cum for me, sweet boy? Go on, you’ve earned it… been so good for me, how can I deny you any longer?” you say sweetly, letting your ministrations grow just slightly in their intensity. You want him to really feel it when he falls over that edge.

“Ah, ah, ah— than- thank you— AH!” the Doctor’s words turn into a scream of ecstasy as he finally falls head first over that blissful peak. His cum shoots in thick droplets onto his stomach and chest, some almost hitting his face with the sheer strength of his orgasm. He’s practically wailing, completely unable to control himself as he thrusts up into your hand. You soothe him with praising words and soft hands, helping him draw out that peak. He looks so beautiful like this, so purely him. You tell him so, and he whimpers, his face red from the orgasm and your sweet words.

When his pleasure subsides, you pull your hands from his body and move to kiss him once more. When you pull away, he looks at you with such fucked out, but loving eyes that your heart melts. You kiss his nose, making him smile. You feel like he’s your whole world right now, and he feels just the same. You let him calm down and get his breathing under control again, before you get up from the bed, going to find a wet cloth to clean him up. He lies helplessly on the bed, admiring your retreating form.

When you’ve cleaned him, he pulls you in for a slow kiss, having regained some of himself again. He tugs you onto the bed with him and you know exactly what he wants. And who are you to deny your love?

You let him rest his head on your chest as you cuddle, stroking his hair absentmindedly. Your whispered praises are the last thing the Time Lord hears before drifting off into a lovely, peaceful sleep, with you not far behind.

[m00nh1gh]

NUMB TO THE FEELING

I.N x (gender neutral) reader

Short one-shot about my “Church” chapter.

Contains: Oral (m receiving), a lot of spit, semi-public, facial, cum eating, Jeongin praises reader a lot, their relationship is not specified in this.

Word count: 991.

"Take good care of me, hm?," Jeongin stroked your cheek lovingly as you got down on your knees, your hands were already working on unzipping his pants.

He was already really hard (thanks to your revealing outfit) and it had only been five minutes since you'd met up at this party Jeongin only had to take a look at your whole being to become fucking horny and there you were, in the bathroom while everyone was having another kind of fun downstairs. He let go of your face and placed his hand on the counter which he was leaning on and watched you palming him through his boxers.

He let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding and he allowed himself to relax. You were practically drooling already as you slid his boxers off and you didn't waste any time to wrap a hand around his base. You looked up at him and placed a small kiss on his tip. He smiled at that, finding it weirdly cute.

“Love my cock, baby? Show me how much you do," he put a hand at the back of your head to keep you close and you gave a few other kisses to his length before taking him in your mouth. He quickly let go of your head to support himself against the counter again and he let out a long sigh as his head leaned back.

The music from downstairs was so loud that you could hear it very clearly even in the bathroom, but you could still hear Jeongin's small moans and it made you feel a little dizzy - in a good way, of course - . You loved hearing him like this and it encouraged you to keep going, your mouth wrapping a little further around his dick with each movement. You finally reached his base and stayed still for a few seconds, he was a little louder and you heard a little mumble that sounded like a 'fuck'.

"So good, baby. You're doing so well for me," he praised, looking down at you. His lips were parted and his eyes were half closed.

You hummed and pulled away, gathering some saliva in your mouth before spreading it from his perfectly pink tip all down his length, following the path of a vein. You went back to sucking him off, increasing a little in speed and Jeongin saw stars.

"Mh- Fuck, yeah... Just like that," he stroked your hair and guided your head to match the pace he wanted and you let him do it, placing your hands on his thighs.

He made you take him wholly again, but this time, he made you stay still longer and you started gagging around him, making him moan louder and hang his head low. Even though you were practically choking on his dick, each one of his reactions made it so worth the struggle. You'd probably have an orgasm only from hearing his voice one day.

Once he pulled you back away from his dick, you gasped and looked up at him again. You had saliva dripping down your chin and he smiled warmly at you as if he had done nothing and shoved his dick in your mouth, making you whimper in surprise. He was now the one doing the work, thrusting in and out of your mouth as you just enjoyed hearing his voice.

"I love it when you let me use that pretty mouth of yours... Works wonders," he said in between long and sharp thrusts, there was probably some saliva on your clothes now, you never got to close your mouth and things were getting dirty. "Will you let me cum on your face, baby?"

You hummed in agreement and his movements became sloppier as he became even more vocal at the same time. His voice was always high pitched, but the level he was at only appeared when he was close to cumming, so it wasn't a surprise for you when he quickly pulled out and told you to look at him while he stroked himself above you.

"I'm cummi..." he wasn't able to finish his sentence when his whole body came to a stop and you felt a hot and sticky substance on your lips and cheeks. You closed your eyes and let him finish on your face, waiting patiently on the floor.

Once he had come down from his high, he tapped the tip of his dick on your pouty lips before crouching in front of you, grabbing both sides of your face and licking his cum off your cheeks and lips. Though, he didn't swallow and instead pushed his thumb in your mouth so you would open it up for him to transfer all of what he had gathered to you. You moaned and swallowed every drop of his cum mixed with his spit and he watched with an intensity that would make you feel intimidated if you weren't in this situation.

The kiss that followed after this was as sloppy as it could ever be, your tongues brushing against each other lazily and there really couldn't be any more saliva involved as now. You two still very much enjoyed it and it made you even needier for Jeongin, sliding your hands under his shirt to feel his chest better.

“Alright, let me take care of you now," he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before lifting you off the floor and making you sit on the counter.

[etheries1015]

Just a normal night with you - Kaveh X reader

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Kaveh X Gender neutral! reader (short) NSFW - A short tidbit on what typically goes on after having a little 'fun' with Kaveh.

General Warnings: Bottom reader, implied breeding kink, princess Kaveh <3 More fluff than NSFW if I'm being honest.

"Good...J-just like that princess," You moaned eagerly as Kaveh continuously pumped himself inside of your sopping hole, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a deep groan as his length twitched inside your tightening walls. The bed creaked while your arms held the top of your body up, his hands lifting your ass as his hips rolled into you. He huffed and leaned forward, biting your back and moaning about how he was close to finishing.

" You can cum inside, princess. You're doing so good. K-keep..ah..." Your head tilted backward in ecstasy as he began quickening his pace, the sound of wet skin slapping together filling the room mixed with grunts of pleasure. "Fuck...mm!" He let out a high-pitched whimper as his fingernails dug into your sides, pulling you towards him roughly while his hips bucked against yours. You felt your insides become warm as he painted your walls white, his cock twitching while he met release. Panting, he pulled out and gently flopped on the bed next to your heavily breathing body, facing you with ruby eyes staring into your tired orbs full of love and affection. Kaveh's hand made its way to your flushed cheek, his thumb rubbing against it gently whilst your own hand wrapped around his lovingly, scooching forward to press your nose against his.

"I love you," you told him, Kaveh smiling brightly, pressing his forehead against yours. The mix of hair and sweat on your head caused you to cringe slightly in response, pulling away before sitting up to wipe your face.

"I should probably shower," you laughed, looking down at the bed, "and wash these sheets." Kaveh agreed with this and began to take care of the sheets while you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, Kaveh following suit.

Once Kaveh had exited the shower, you had already made yourself comfortable in one of his oversized shirts, stomach down on the bed reading a book. Hearing him enter the room your gaze lifted up, eyes wandering over to his back as he lifted his arms to dry his long golden hair. Wincing at the sight of deep scratches, you gently closed your book and swung your legs around the side of the bed to get up. Kaveh noticed this and cocked his head to the side, discarding the towel into the laundry hamper.

"you look upset, are you okay?" He inquired, bending over to pick up a shirt he had intended to put on.

"Don't put your shirt on yet," You interrupted him in a rush, pointing to the bed, "sit on the bed while I go grab something quick." Hesitating before dropping the shirt back to the ground, He simply nodded and did as you said, sitting on the bed while you left the room to do what sounded like rummaging through some cabinets. You returned with bandages and a bottle of ointment, crawling back onto the bed and sitting behind Kaveh, moving his hair to the side. Hands dipping into the medicine, you began to apply it to the scratches with a gentle touch, Kaveh shivering at the contact.

"I'm sorry..." You groaned, "You should have told me I was pressing too hard, I would have stopped." the blonde-haired man shook his head, a blush crawling onto his cheeks.

"Don't apologize...I kind of like it, to be completely honest," He admitted. This declaration made you snort as you applied a bandage to one of the many scratches, "Pervert." You joked. Kaveh scoffed in exasperation, head whipping around to face you. "says you! You're the one who says all this stuff like me being your 'little princess'. If anything, it's YOU who's the pervert! I like my things, and you like yours!" He crossed his arms. The reaction made you laugh aloud, making him turn back around while you finished caring for the final scratch. You wrapped your arms around his back, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. "What's with that, anyway?" He grumbled, adjusting his body slightly to lay down in a position where you accommodated yourself to lay your head upon his chest, "it's kind of embarrassing, you know. I'm a grown man." He pouted, glancing down at you. You shuffled around, propping yourself up with each hand on the other side of Kaveh's head until your own head was hovering over his. A smile was plastered ear to ear, using a hand to push back his bangs and bending down to plant a soft kiss against his forehead.

"Well, you ARE my princess," you chuckled. He seemed to not like that explanation (or lack thereof), throwing his arms around you and pulling you down into the sheets with him in response. You both rolled over, he was now the one hovering over you with a flushed face and furrowed eyebrows.

"well...ugh. whatever." He grumbled, dropping down and nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck. You stroked his beautiful long locks, silence now surrounding the two of you. Simply enjoying the moment of tranquility, you hummed in satisfaction.

Kaveh reveled in moments like this, being in your arms helped him forget his worries even for a little bit, the stress of work seems to be so minuscule whenever he was by your side. With you, it seemed that his bad luck turned around, eventually one day at a time... he began to find the joy in living again.

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Link to my masterlist

[princelylove]

Ahhh thank you so much for the Jotaro female version, I absolutely love her 😭 the reason I ask you about gender bender characters also because of she has been in my mind rent free for few days now

According to your headcannon, how do you imagine Jotaro in girl form? I love to think she has long hair, I just feel like it fit her, and has big boobs lol. Still has some muscle but not as much as male version. I know you said she won't wear skirt unless Holly make her but I really love to see her in skirt, short skirt is the best, please show off your thigh more Jotaro hdjbdhdjdhjd. About her personality, she not so much different from male version, so I guess she still be the dominant, always on top in the relationship?

And I like your headcannon about she love her darling wearing cutesy clothes (because it's absolutely my style~ it make me remember the lolita fashion style too). I feel like she will start treating darling like a porcelain doll, so fragile and delicate, just need to sit there pretty and let she take care of you, she will buy so many clothes and accessory for you to try on.

P/s: Thank you for accepting my other request too, I thought it was some how violated your rule so you refuse it , glad to know you still working on it ♡

Don’t worry, anon. If I ever refuse a request, I’ll still acknowledge it. 

Warning for nsfw and noncon. 

I don’t think I’ll ever see Jotaro as liking skirts, but she will wear shorts. She’s not opposed to her legs being out, she just thinks of skirts as girlish. She’s not really the type to show off her muscles until she figures out that her darling is into it. While I agree with Jotaro having a big chest, because her masculine version also has a big chest, I don’t think she has less muscle. If anything, she probably has a little more. Her hair is fairly long, mainly because Holly likes to take care of it- during those fifty days, her hair was extremely knotted. She never ties her hair up, and doesn’t really style it, but it’s very healthy. She has no idea why, she just does what her mother tells her to do. Don’t ask. Her nails are also well maintained- short, but well maintained. She isn't really a nail polish kind of person, but lets her mother use clear polish and put on tiny stickers. I tend to think of Jotaro as having an upside down triangle body type, her feminine form likely does too. Her fashion gets a bit tacky when she’s older- you have to be a little tacky if you’re going to wear full snakeskin pants. She has fun with it once she learns that fashion isn’t a giant waste of time- likely discovered when she realizes she can dress up her darling. Jotaro will always be big on dollification, she does like frilly, girly fashion, just not on herself. She loves sitting her darling on her lap while she works from home, even if she can barely see her screen. If it hinders her darling’s mobility, even better. There isn’t a world where Jotaro just suddenly becomes submissive because of her gender, even if she lacks experience, she knows what the end goal is. She’d prefer if you didn’t touch her- she doesn’t really like to focus on herself. Sex, for her, is about touching her darling. All of her fantasies are about touching you, why would she change it up? She loves you, she wants to make you feel good, can't you just sit still and take it?

If you want to think about skirts, Noriaki is more gender conforming. She’s very feminine. Her fashion tends to be rather modest, but not when it comes to skirts. She owns a wide variety of skirt lengths, but will often opt to wear smaller ones when she knows she’ll see you. It’s rare to see her bare legs- Noriaki loves stockings and tights, and will still wear them under her gym uniform. Noriaki abuses the ‘girls are just touchy with each other’ stereotype horribly. She makes direct eye contact with you while getting changed for gym, and keeps talking like she isn’t slowly guiding her darling’s eyes to her underwear. Ohh, this is new, feel it. Isn’t the fabric so nice? You know, we should go shopping together sometime. Noriaki loves to put her legs on top of her darling, masked as platonic affection. She's certainly aware of her own strong points. She’s not the submissive type either, but she’s significantly happier than Jotaro is to bottom. Hierophant Green holds her darling down as she prepares them- if you cannot penetrate her, she’ll just put a strap-on on you, and pretend it’s real. She normally prepares herself, but it’d be so sweet if you could do that for her. Never mind the fact that she’s puppeting you, it's good enough for her. Noriaki tends to take care of herself- her hair isn't the longest, it likely stops just below her shoulders, but it's gorgeous. She uses products to keep her waves in place, and even sprays a little bit of her perfume in it. She's hoping you think of her every time you smell it. Noriaki tends to wear nude or pink nail polish, she has a whole routine to keep her hands smooth and soft. She has a smaller chest, or possibly an average one, and loves to wear lingerie. Extremely funny to talk about this after Jotaro, who I see as a sports bra and boyshorts kind of girl.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hi I was wondering if I could request an Obey Me match up? (Only if it's not a problem) I hope I did this correctly. I also hope you are doing well.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Gender: cis woman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual

Appearance: I'm quite pale, and have blue eyes. I have a lot of freckles. I have a babyface so I look younger than what I am. I have waist length dark brown hair. Normally I dye my hair, but I haven't in awhile. I'm 5'2. I'm more on the curvy side. I have a nose piercing, and an industrial bar. I have two tattoos and I definitely want more.

Mbti: Infp

Personality: I'm a very shy and quiet person, I have social anxiety. Unfortunately with my quietness, it has given people the wrong idea about me, and they've mistaken it for being rude.It's actually really hard for me to open up to others so i don't really have a lot of friends. Though with the ones I have I am considered the mom friend. I take loyalty very seriously. I would do anything to protect the ones I care about. I'm a very sensitive person and I tend to cry at anything (even if I'm happy). I am also very stubborn, it's something I am trying to work on. My love language is a mixture between acts of service and gift giving.

Likes: Reading. Arts and crafts. Cooking and Baking. Listening to music. Sunflowers. The beach. Watching movies. Watching YouTube (honestly it's problem 🥴). Theatre. Horror movies.

Dislikes: Large crowds. Heights. Snakes. Bullies. Nighttime (I'm scared of the dark). Loud noises.

Extra fun fact: I absolutely love pro wrestling. I've thought about becoming a wrestler (unfortunately I'm currently unable to) but it's a dream of mine.

Characters I don't want considered: I personally I cannot think of anyone besides Luke

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

Obey Me!

Beelzebub

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Beel was a man of little words; all he knew was food and protecting his siblings.

That's why there was a gravitation between you two, being the quietest ones of the bunch.

As someone who gives nonverbal cues to others so they understand him, he quickly learned all your cues to understand you.

He loves your cooking and will really only verbalize for a while when he would like you to cook

once you two overcome the quietness, he is very caring over you and will come to you about his day even if nothing happened other than him eating chicken nuggets

Even if you don't want to work out with him, he loves having you there with him

He definitely wants you to sit on his back while he does pushups, partially cause it helps with his balance and also cause he wants you to see how strong he is

He fell for you hard when you defended Belphie, even after everything that happened

Once you were well again after the accident, he never left your side, being a loyal puppy to you

Deffenilty buys you sunflowers when he stops at the market to help bring a smile to your face

He loves watching horror movies with you well of course as long as there is lots and lots of popcorn

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

It was nearing Valentine's Day in the devildom, and you were baking some sweet treats for all the brothers. The kitchen was full of a heavenly aroma of all the baked goods you had chosen for them. This aroma, though, managed to catch the attention of a certain brother you had been trying to keep away all day. Beel was sitting outside the kitchen door, groaning, hoping you would cave and let him in to enjoy all the food.

You smirked as he let out a deafening groan and continued your tasks. You had purposefully been cooking a little extra of everything so your giant boyfriend could eat some. Even though you did this nice thing for him, you thought it was fair to make him wait since you were so close to being done. As you put the last finishing touches on all the brother's boxes, you put them away where everyone hides their treats. This was the only way you could ensure that everyone got their presents on the holiday, and Beel also got something.

Once you had cleaned up a bit, you walked over to the door and opened it, squatting down to your boyfriend's slouched form. When he looked up at you, he smiled as he asked if he could go in and eat something. With a nod of your head, he stood and bolted inside, devouring your delicious treats. He turned and smiled as he finished what was on the counter; food crumbs around his mouth. Laughing gently, you whipped them away before kissing his lips. His smile widened as he kissed you again, seeing as you were the sweetest treat in the kitchen then.

[lonleywriters-blog]

I’m not sure if you still do matchups but if you do could I get one for Gotham, Harry Potter, and for Stranger things please?

I’m 19, and 5 foot 2 inch tall. I’m on the skinnier side at like a solid 110 lbs with a bit of a tummy. I also get told alot I have a baby face and look younger than I am. I’m also on the weaker side, but I’m quick and generally pretty agile.

I am Non-Binary (She/He/They) but present feminine and while all terms are fine gender wise I tend to use feminine terms like Girlfriend or Mother for example. I’m also Queer, I just am really attracted to anyone and don’t use labels but I tend to have a preference for men.

I have shoulder length black hair and bangs and my hair has a bit of wave too it and is pretty fluffy most of the time. I also have green eyes.

My style is kind of a combo of Punk and Emo depending on my mood for the day, I wear a lot of Black with Reds or Purples.

I’m into a lot of alternative rock music like MCR, Fall out boy, (old) Pan!c at the disco, Falling in reverse, ect. But I also like Midwestern Emo, Classic rock, Punk, Really most rock adjacent genres- and I actually really enjoy Classical music!

(I’m also a bit of a theatre kid!)

I’m quite the nerd and some of my favorite things are Marvel(I’m a big Spider-Man fan), Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, Dungeons & Dragons, Gotham, Stranger things, I love a lot of horror, Slasher, and thriller movies.

I also really love animals, I have a fear of the ocean and bugs so not like fish or insects. BUT Mammals I really love. From cats to bears to Opossums, you name it. Love all the furry little friends.

I have social anxiety and autism so alot of the time I struggle talking to people and making friends, I’m more on the shy side as I worry about embarrassing myself. I tend to open up more as I get closer to people and over time I become my loud and fun self. I’d say I’m a pretty funny person, I’m pretty giggly and it’s not at all hard to make me laugh.

My love language primarily is physical touch- I am very clingy to my partner, I’m a big cuddler. I like to always have some point of contact weather that be hugging or holding hands or even just our legs touching slightly. but I honestly really enjoy all the love languages, and especially love giving my partners gifts and words of affirmation.

I would do like anything for the person I love, even if I gotta fight someone to protect them I’ll do it! The people I’m close to mean alot to me and I’d be willing to put myself in danger if it means keeping them safe.

It also doesn’t help that I tend to get attached to people pretty quickly.

And it’s quite often I act impulsively and act without thinking too much into it. Like say, punching someone in the face because they insulted my partner. Probably should have taken a moment to think and NOT done that but hey- worth it.

And that’s all I could think of, hopefully it’s enough and also sorry if you don’t do matchups anymore I’m like new to finding your account but I love all the stuff I’ve read of yours!!

I think for Gotham

He fits your aesthetic. I also feel he would understand you being shy and help you. He also loves animals and would love a pet. I think you would share hobbies.

He is actually really sweet to you. He loves the way you dress and all the colors. He will help you when you feel shy or scared. He is always there for your ups and downs.

I think she would be so sweet and understanding. She loves your aesthetic and will let you give her makeovers sometimes. Compliments 24/7. Takes you to letting zoos and other animal places.

[ahegato]

[NSFW] Obey Me - fem!MC first time with Solomon

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TW: nsfw, first time sex, loss of virginity, swearing Characters: Mon Solo Writer: ahegato

Context:  The MC would probably be pretty nervous since it’s the first time and stuff like that. Idk I lost my virginity when I was like 17 and now I’m really old, so I barely remember it. I just recall worrying about the pain while also knowing it was common, that’s about it lol

You/your pronouns, so basically gender neutral, bUT MC will have female bits.

lucifer (cumming soon) | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub (cumming soon) | belphegor (cumming soon) | diavolo (cumming soon) | barbatos (cumming soon) | simeon (cumming soon) | solomon (ur here)

SOLOMON:

he’ll try to lighten the mood by making silly jokes

Solomon doesn’t really care about things having to be perfect and romantic, he thinks that you should be able to have fun too

because that’s what having sex is about, in the end (you know, other than procreation)

solomon will give you as much time as you need to adjust to his size without any issues, and he will tell you as much

he can easily control himself, so he doesn’t struggle at all to stay still for you

being just a human, he’s not as big as the others, so instead he uses positions that let him go deeper (or just spells if y’all feel like it)

he also doesn’t mind slowing down to make the moment last longer

“You okay?” he asks after bottoming out inside you, noticing the painful look on your face. He’s not worried, since he knows this is normal, but he is attentive.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good. Take your time, try to focus on your breathing.” 

He leans down to kiss your nose, a hand running through your hair. His gentle touches do wonders and it doesn’t take long for you to relax and get used to the feeling.

“Okay, I’m ready now.”

With that, he slowly begins to move, experimenting with different speeds and depths, grunting from the way your insides hug him.

“Solomon, deeper...”

“Hm? You want it deeper?” he teasingly asks.

“Yes...” you whine in response.

Solomon hums in interest before pulling out, causing you to look up at him in confusion. 

Wh...why was he stopping?

“Turn around for me, love.” he whispered, spinning his finger in a circle.

You eagerly do as he says, now with your back facing him. He leans over you, his lips now right by your ear.

“...And lie down.” he whispers another instruction, which you follow, sliding down onto your belly, placing your chin on the pillow.

Cock in hand, he teased your opening with the head, rubbing it up and down against your wetness.

“Solomon, please!” you whine, tired of his antics.

The sorcerer chuckled at your impatience, but finally gave in, pushing himself inside of you, groaning as your walls pulled him in yet again. As he readjusts his position to move more easily, you squeeze your legs together. What you don’t realize is that it causes your body to also squeeze around his length even more, causing the sorcerer to let out a choked gasp.

“Oh fuck...!” Solomon cried, digging his nails into your waist at the sensation.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, understandably concerned that you might have harmed him.

“No, no. It feels so good. Please stay like that.” Solomon whispered between deep breaths, not prepared that you would feel this fucking good. The man that was earlier just grunting and huffing was now letting out whimpers and moans. Once he had gotten used to the new feeling, he slowly started to move, both of your noises coming together in harmony.

“Fuuuck, you’re so tight, I’m not gonna last very long like this. Are you ready to finish?”

Both yes and no sound good to him. Of course, nutting is great, but he definitely wouldn’t complain if you wanted him to fuck you for a bit longer.

If you say no, he’ll slow down and pause whenever he gets close so he can last longer. He’ll keep going like that until you’re getting close or you tell him you’re ready.

If you say yes, he’ll let out a moan, knowing he’ll get to reach his peak soon, before picking up the pace and force. Every time he thrusts into you, he whimpers from the sensation, your name leaving his lips every now and then. He might even bite down on your shoulder to stay quiet.

Whispers “I love you” in your ear as he finishes, and afterwards he basically collapses from the amount of pleasure he’s experiencing. Then he’ll cuddle up to you, ignoring the mess you guys probably left on the bed.

✦ 16/04/2024 - 15/05/2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

[pocarinapyon]

[Chili] Intimate Moments

Doing the usual wild deed is fun and all but at times, the slow [emotional] ones are even better.

Starring : Albedo, Childe / Tartaglia, Diluc, Kaeya, and Zhongli (separate)

Warning : 🌶🌶 [Chilis] Seggs

Initial target audience is female reader but pronouns and wordings used can be considered gender neutral… Except that one line from Childe calling you “princess”.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy. Forgive my thirst from thirsty Thursday. 😜

** Yes, it is a late post...again… >__<’’!

** I'm new to the [--keep reading--] thing so please spare me... >__<"! i just tried the "new shiny editor" 😅

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🏵 ALBEDO 🏵

> Passionate kisses with Albedo starts with a nose kiss and a heartfelt gaze in each other’s eyes. He loves to cup your face and make small circles on your cheeks with his thumb as he nuzzles his forehead on yours.

> His go signal for the kissis if you reciprocate with a peck or if you place a hand on the back of his head instead of on his shoulders.

> Once you permit him entrance, he will first give you pecks and licks. He enjoys savouring your soft lips while glancing at your enticing eyes.

> “[your name], my love, you truly are captivating.”

> He then proceeds to push his tongue inside to give you a breathtaking kiss. During the lip session, Albedo loves it when you gently trace your fingertips on his neck and his birthmark – it sends pleasing shivers down his spine.

> Albedo would never hesitate to go down on you. He’s a good eater.

> But at times like this, it is you who is going down on him and Albedo holds your hair so they wouldn’t be in your way.

> You know he prefers it if you stroke him while you rest your cheeks on his thigh and meet his gaze.

> Albedo makes cute moans as you please him with your delicate hands and warm moist mouth. He feels vulnerable yet cannot resist the emotions you make him feel.

> After the preparation, Albedo helps you up and gently lays you in bed. He cups your face and pecks your lips one last time before prodding his lovestick in your hole.

> His head stretches you open and slowly puts his whole length in. Soft groans escape his lips as he fancies your accommodating insides. Once fully sheathed, he doesn’t move. Instead, he lingers and feels your snug warm walls around him.

> Albedo loves the warmth you give him. He loves how your hot breath feels as you mewl his name between moans of pleasure. He loves your heat down there and how your walls tighten to squeeze him more – encouraging him to give you his thick milk.

> In a slow and calculated manner, Albedo thrusts you into an orgasm. He kisses your lips once again as you bask in the afterglow.

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🐳 CHILDE🐳

> With a chuckle, Childe always kitten licks your lips to ask for entrance.

> If you allow him, he would let out a soft giggle before nibbling on your soft lips.

> If you do not allow him, he would pout and beg you to kiss him. Please allow him because he just wants to love you.

> “Princess, I promise I will never ever let anyone hurt you. You’ll be safe here – in my arms – in my heart – because you’re mine.”

> He stares at your eyes and gives you a toothy grin with a satisfied laugh. He is really happy that you gave him permission to kiss you.

> He parts your lips with his thumb and slithers his tongue inside your warm cavern, eagerly exploring it like it was his first time kissing you.

> Childe’s hands wander around your body as he kisses you passionately. It would sometimes be on your shoulders; your arms; your breasts; your back; your waist; your thighs; even your sex. He’s touchy like that.

> Childe loves going down on you. He eats you like you were the finest dish and he makes sure you orgasm from it.

> He would pull away so you don’t get overstimulated. Although sometimes he unintentionally does it late as he is caught up in slurping the sweet honey you gave him. Please forgive him.

> He adores watching you rest as you come down from your high.

> Childe already had your knees lifted to your chest before asking if he could bury himself inside of you.

> Another cute chuckle. He would peck your lips and chuckle before shoving his erection inside of you.

> Your eyes widen at the sudden stretch but he would immediately latch his lips on yours as a distraction. It’s his way of apology as he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

> He lets his tongue play roughly with yours in contrast to the gentle thrusts he gives you…at first.

> Childe’s rate of motion varies from time to time. At times he penetrates you slowly, making sure you get the feel of his full length stretching your walls. Other times he would roll his hips fast, unable to control his selfishness and simple letting loose to enjoy your tightness around him.

> Either way, you moan his name in between gaspsof satisfaction.

> Sound of flesh clapping continue to echo in the room.

> He makes sure both of you orgasm at the same time and he doesn’t unplug himself just yet. To cum at the same time – it makes him feel that your hearts are truly connected to each other.

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🦅 DILUC🦅

> You are seated on Diluc’s lap and you could feel his erection between the cheeks of your buttocks.

> His hands are on your hips, thumbs making small circles on your skin as he pleads with his eyes if he could make love to you.

> You smile at him and he steals your breath away with a kiss.

> “My dearest, I am truly fortunate to have met you. I love you so much.”

> Diluc keeps his mouth latched with yours, exchanging spit and tongue playing with each other.

> He guides your waist so you could grind on his aching manhood. You do so and he rewards you with an erotic moan.

> Diluc buries his head on the crook of your neck and kisses your delicate spot. He skillfully swirls his tongue on it and gives it a nibble. It was your turn to reward him with your lovely sound.

> Your hand wanders below and touches the tip of his clothed erection. A simple touch makes Diluc a starving wolf.

> Still buried, he asks for permission inside of you, his voice muffled by your soft flesh as he kisses you. He peers at your eyes – both pleading and demanding.

> Diluc thanks you for allowing himself inside of you. Truly, he feels the luckiest man to be loved by you.

> Both unclothed, you adjust your position as you lift yourself from Diluc and he positions his erection to meet your hole.

> You lower yourself inch by inch, deliciously being stretched by your lover until your butt is finally flushed against his thighs.

> As the one on top, you are in control and you want Diluc to just relax and enjoy your tight snug hole.

> Your motion starts languidly, bouncing up and down. His hands are on your waist to guide and support you.

> Diluc loves the feeling of your nipples brushing against his as you hop. It gives him sweet tingling sensations.

> You aren’t as energetic as Diluc and soon you found yourself taking a break from moving up and down.

> Still inside of you, he grabs a hold of your butt cheeks and stands up, lifting you in the air. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

> He kisses your lips while thrusting your perfect hole.

> As he rolls his hips slowly, he lowers you down to meet his motion.

> Hearing your melodious moans speaking his name, Diluc lets out a hum of satisfaction.

> He continues to penetrate you, slowly but surely, until you reach your orgasm. Your grip on his body tighten as you feel the surge of pleasure in your body.

> Diluc unplugs himself and lets the juices drip on the floor. He lays you on the bed gently and peppers you lips with kisses as you recover from your high.

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❄ KAEYA❄

> Kaeya’s way of asking for entrance to your lips is by first kissing and nibbling on your fingertips. Still, with or without your permission, he would go to your jaw and pepper it with more kisses.

> A hum of his name is enough go signal for him to travel to your lips.

> He lets out a sigh, fanning his hot breath on your lips.

> “Hey, [your name]. You know I love you, right? Because I really do. I love you.”

> Kaeya’s usual arrogant expression is replaced with a softer look. His usual playful and teasing attitude is replaced with a serious and quiet demeanour.

> He only has one goal and he is earnest in dealing with it – that is to please you; to let this moment be all about you.

> Kaeya knows you like the back of his hand. He knows how to kiss you; he knows where to run his tongue on you; he knows which partsof your skin aresensitive to his touch; he knows when to call your name and say ‘I love you’. All of these knowledge he puts to use and make sure you feel just how much he adores you.

> Before he buries himself inside of you, he would kiss your jaw and whisper hisrequest.

> If you let him penetrate you, he would first prod his sex in your hole, peerin your eyes, and smile gently.

> Eye contact. He will keep his gaze on yours, watching your reactions as he inches himself inside of you.

> On the other hand, if you do not let him in, he would continue to plead softly as he peppers your jaw and neck with kisses. He will not stop until you say yes.

> Kaeya is quiet during intimate sex. He prefersto listen to the melody of your voice as you moan his name. Occasional pants and grunts are the only sounds that he lets past his lips.

> His thrusts are slow yet precise, hitting your right spot as he rolls his hips.

> Slow sweet sex – less words, more pure emotions – this kind of intimacy is what he secretly enjoy most.

> He triggers your orgasm by making sure all of your sensitive areas receive attention while rolling his hips. Once you tighten around him, he will shower you with praises and adoration, telling you how much he loves you and that you are his perfect one.

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🐉 ZHONGLI🐉

> To ask for a kiss permission, Zhongli would first gently caress your hands. He will then kiss the back of your hands and plead with his lovely amber eyes.

> Once you allow him, Zhongli will kiss your fingertips before intertwining your fingers with his. He will slowly inch himself closer until such time that your eyesmeet.

> He will observe your pretty orbsand smile gently, adoring his beautiful love.

> “My beloved, my most precious gem, you are the love of my life.”

> He loves to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips before diving into a slow heated kiss.

> Zhongli’s tongue invades your wet cavern and wrestles with yours, tasting the sweetness of your kiss and leaving you breathless.

> He gives you a peck before traveling down your neck. He grazes his teeth on your flesh before sucking on your sensitive spot.

> Going lower, he admires the shape of your breasts.

> One lump receives attention from Zhongli’s delicate moulding hands. He rubs your erected little nub with his thumb.

> The other nipple receives moist ticklish tongue flicks. Zhongli swirls his tongue around the erected lump before giving it a suck.

> He leaves a trail of kisses as he goes lower. His half-lidded amber eyes gaze at yours as he touches his lips on your thigh.

> You part your legs for Zhongli to marvel at your beautiful sex.

> A man skilled with his tongue, he masterfully pleases your sex that leave you gasping in delight.

> Zhongli needs to prepare you and he does it meticulously for he is huge down there. He doesn’t want to give pain to his most precious beloved.

> As soon as he knows you are ready, he will lift himself up and show you his already hard erection. It’s his way of saying he will now penetrate you.

> Slow pace. He enters you slowly while caressing your cheeks and continuously checking if you are OK. The last thing he wanted to do is to hurt you.

> He plugs himself fully and allows you to adjust yourself to his size. Once you’ve settled is the time he starts to roll his hips – nice and slow.

> Soft groans would escape past his lips as your snug walls tighten around him.

> Zhongli keeps his sweet sensual thrusts until you reach orgasm and gasp in pleasure. He uses this opportunity to slide his tongue inside yours and steal a kiss.

> Finally, he caresses your cheeks and tells you he loves you.

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Sorry for the non-edit.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some corn. 🌽

Stay hydrated, people!

[subspencer]

taking spencer to a drive-in theatre and giving him a blowie <3

taking spencer to a drive in theater, you say? spencer being really into the movie and not realizing that you’re trying to take advantage of the privacy and have a little adult fun, until you make it glaringly obvious?

wc: just under 1.4k

cw: blowjob. no sub/dom dynamic, though reader does call spencer ‘good boy’. reader can be gender neutral.

Taking Spencer to a drive-in movie theater was your idea. It seemed like the kind of date he’d like; old-school drive-ins playing old-school movies. Pretty fitting for an old school kind of guy. And you were right; Spencer’s eyes were practically glued to the rerun of some classic eighties sci-fi movie that you picked out for the evening.

It was perfect. The air outside was cold but the heaters were blasting in the car. Stars littered the night sky, and the dim glow of the projector screen lit up Spencer’s gorgeous side profile like a baroque painting. And the best part about drive-in theaters? The privacy. 

For cuddling in the car, of course. Because you were too good at setting this date up, and Spencer was way too interested in the movie. Flash Gordon lost your interest a long time ago; it’s now shifted to your boyfriend, who is yet to get on the same page as you. 

His hands rest around your waist as you lean your back and head on his chest, watching him more than anything. The more you take in his features –– dark brows, adorable button nose and full, pink lips –– the less you care about the movie. You take up focus with his hands, instead, and begin toying with his fingers that lay on your waist. They’re long, pretty, and they spur your imagination like no other thing has ever done. 

No longer feeling patient, you crane your head up and begin kissing the underside of his chin, his jaw, and his neck, sucking softly and moaning against him. His eyes flick down to you, catching you giving him a longing look, and he smiles. Before you can get too excited, thinking he’s finally gotten your hint and has decided to take full advantage of the privacy of a drive-in theater, he just as quickly turns back to the screen.

“Spencer,” you whine, tugging on the front of his shirt to call his attention. He shoots you another smile without looking, and laces his fingers with yours, thinking he’s satisfied your need for touch with a simple squeeze of your hand.

“You picked a really good movie, babe,” he whispers and pecks the top of your head.

You have to resist rolling your eyes because clearly it must be fucking good if he’s not at all picking up on the mood you’re trying to set. Returning to kissing his neck, you drag the hand he’s interlocked with yours down your body until they meet the top of your shorts, and let them hover there. At the same time, you take his free hand from your waist, pushing it higher up so that it lays right over your chest.

He barely registers it. Not even as you cover his hand with your own and press down until his palm fully envelopes you, fingertips digging into your breast as you arch into him. You even let out a tiny, mewling sound that he always likes to hear. And the only thing he’s noticing is whatever is happening in this god forsaken movie.

You pull away, annoyed, and his hands drop to the car seat as you sit up straight, crossing your arms as you wait for him to say something. It’s childish, it’s needy, but you don’t care because you’re waiting for him to ask you to come back into his arms. A few minutes go by, and he’s said nothing. Just entirely entranced by the movie. 

So deeply, in fact, that he doesn’t notice as you slide off the seat and get down onto the floor of the car. As best as you can, you crawl over to him, kneeling beside his legs. You place your palm on his knee and massage it, watching his face to see how he reacts. He merely offers a passive hum, so you shift your hand higher, trailing featherlight touches on the inside of his thigh. Spencer lets out a soft giggle, but still, his eyes never shift away. 

When your fingers find his zipper, he raises his hips to help you tug off his trousers and boxers until you’re able to pull his dick free from the fabric. But at this point in your relationship, he could be acting purely out of muscle memory. He’s still not looking.

Only once you start placing little kitten licks up and down his cock, does he stop and ask, “Whatchya doin?” with a soft chuckle. 

You close your mouth and press your lips against the tip, humming a kiss. He twitches in your hand at the sensation of the vibrations. “Nothing,” you smile. The fucker still hasn’t looked at you, but his hands find the back of your head, his fingers carefully web through your hair as you continue playing with him. Entirely passive. 

His thumb starts rubbing slow, absentminded strokes onto your scalp as you wrap your mouth just over the head, sucking gently and flitting your tongue through the slit. 

“Fuck!” his knee jerks at the pleasant surprise. He finally looks down at you, biting his lips and digging his fingertips into your scalp, encouraging you to keep going, “That feels so good.” 

Pulling away, you flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe along his length, base to tip before taking him back into your mouth. He watches you push down until he’s as far into your throat as you can take, making sure he feels you gag softly around him. 

You’ve got his attention right where you want it as he starts guiding your head gently, whining for more and pushing you down on his dick at a relaxed pace. His tongue sweeps over to soothe his bottom lip, sore from biting it, as he watches himself slide in and out of your mouth. “You look so pretty like that,” he whimpers, holding you far down on him. 

You let him enjoy it for a few minutes – watching you take him and controlling your movements – before pulling away and releasing him. He immediately protests the loss. 

“Don’t watch me, baby, watch your little movie,” you smirk, taking him loosely into your hand and stroking him. He knows he’s not going to get a single thing more until he does as you say, yet he grinds into your palm, chasing your hand with his hips as you move up and down. You can tell he’s already close to finishing by the way the muscles in his thighs tense, and you remove your hand to deny him of it. “Did you hear me?” 

“You liked your movie so much, so watch it,” you sneer. Reluctantly, he follows instructions, fixing his eyes back on the screen. For the first time tonight, it’s the last thing he wants to be looking at right now. “Good boy,” you praise, returning to your work.

You know it’s a form of punishment for him that he can’t watch you while you get him off. He may have a perfect memory, but nothing holds a candle to seeing it happen right in front of him. And, you also know that Spencer can’t keep his eyes open when he cums. He always shuts them tight the second he finds release, mouth hanging uncontrollably open as he hits a high. 

So each time he starts getting close, you can tell by his eyes starting to flutter, and you pinch the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thigh. “Keep watching,” you remind him, and he forces his eyes back open. 

“Please?” he begs. “Please, I wanna come,” his hips strain against your grip on them, “And I wanna look at you.” 

You mumble around him to give him permission, and he wastes no time. The second he gets to watch you, with your lips glistening with spit that trails down to your chin, softly smudged makeup under your eyes, he shoots his release down your throat.

As you pull away, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, catching any drops that slipped away. You gladly draw his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean. “That’s my favorite view,” he smiles, dazed. 

You hum around the digit, releasing it with a lazy smile of your own, “And don’t forget it.” 

[a-supernatural-writer]

Playing With Their Hair

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

Came up with this while chatting with @aliypop. Thank you for giving me this idea, I had so much fun with this!

I love playing with hair/having my hair played with so here's an imagine where the reader like playing with their partners' hair and they receive some loving back.

Warnings?: there's like a few curse words...?

Playing with your multiple partners' hair was something that you did absentmindedly. Whether it be while you were doing a task that kept you in one spot, cuddling with them, being near them or even to just get your mind off things.

Though some of your partners allowed it more than others. Dwayne was at the top of your list of people that loved it when you played with his hair. He loved it when you would run your fingers through it and scratch his scalp. At times you would catch him almost falling asleep.

He also liked it when you would braid his hair. Sometimes when he would wake up in your nest he would find small random braids in his hair and thought it was absolutely adorable. He wore them the entire night and didn’t take them out until you did so yourself.

There were a handful of times that you’ve given him an actual french braid. You would smile when you would take it out the next day, his usual straight hair now a little wavy.

Dwayne would also reciprocate the action. If you were laying down with him or just leaning against him, he would play with your hair as well. If it was long enough, he would braid your hair as well. He’s the only one who kills it at braiding. If your hair was short, he would just run his fingers through it, scratching your scalp to lull you to sleep.

Beads were also a big thing between the two of you. If you wanted to give him a few braids, you sometimes wanted to add a couple of beads as you braided. He would do the same with you, picking out your favorite colors and wearing a smile the entire night when you wouldn’t take them out.

Paul enjoys it as well, I mean, have you seen his hair? The boy runs his hands through his hair to get that teased look. He loves it when you tease it yourself, trying to fix it from laying down in your nest or even just from causing chaos.

This boy purrs when you run his fingers through his hair. He’s like a big cat… or a golden retriever that loves the attention. He will lay practically on top of you as you play with his hair. You wanna put in a few braids? Sure! Just please take them out before he goes to sleep. He’ll wear them out no problem but he doesn’t want them for too long.

Paul mostly enjoys you just running your fingers through it. He will play with your hair, no questions asked. If he does, expect him to stare at your face like a love-sick puppy when he does. He loves you to death and just watching you be so relaxed by his touch could make his dead heart beat one more time.

Plus, he fidgets a lot so letting him play with your hair was a BIG thing. He would try his best to give you braids but would fail and you were lucky that he didn’t tie your hair into a knot if it was long enough. If it was short, he would still have fun just playing with the small strands of hair.

Michael 100% down with you touching his hair which made you very happy. Have you seen his curls?!?! They are so soft!! Probably has the softest hair out of the entire bunch. You love running your fingers through his hair and you are not the only one. Everyone seems to love the softness, everyone somehow and someway has run their fingers through his hair.

He loves affection and playing with his hair not only calmed you, but it also calmed him. Multiple times he has fallen asleep in your lap and you definitely aren’t complaining about it.

Since his hair isn’t necessarily long, you can braid it, but it isn’t going to be the best. You are incredibly lucky if you can get a couple braids. You mostly just play with the curls, pulling them and watching them spring back into place which always makes you giggle and make little sound effects with them. (Side note: I have really curly hair and so many people did this to me.)

He is the only one, apart from Star and Marko that you can put anything in his hair. Sometimes you’ll put in random clips, pulling some of the hair back into a new hairstyle. The clips would range from simple bobby pins to colorful metal snap clips to more fancier ones with tiny jewels on them. A pretty boy deserves pretty clips.

When he plays with your hair, he’s so gentle. Treating you like glass and mostly is pushing you hair out of your face so he could stare at it. Your heart clenches when he looks at you lovingly and running his fingers through your hair.

Star is on the same level as Paul. She melts from your touch. Her favorite thing to do is hug you as you play with her hair. You detangle her long curls, giving her braids like the others and even adding in small beads like Dwayne, but that’s very rarely.

You are convinced that her hair is the longest. Followed by Marko, Dwayne and then Paul. David’s is just a tiny bit longer than Michael’s, so you have so much fun with Star’s hair the most.

Even when you weren’t playing with it while relaxing, you were trying out new hairstyles out on her. You’ve both gone through multiple different looks for her. Experimenting to see what worked and what didn’t. Star could never see what you’ve done but you always explained it to her the best you could or even showed her pictures of what it looks like from magazines.

Star does the same for you. She’ll style it and play with it depending on what length or even what type of hair you had. She always tried her best, giving you looks that she knows you would love. Heck, she’ll even help you dye it or cut it to your wishes if you ask her too. To be honest, Star is the only one you’ll allow to cut or do anything drastic to your hair.

Marko is weird about his hair. He takes care of his luscious golden curls like it’s his baby. It’s on the same level of his jacket. Nobody can really touch or play with it. But if he’s in the mood or gets a little jealous that everyone else's hair is getting love, he wants it too!

Without a word, Marko will just either plop down in front of you or sit on your lap, pulling out the hair tie that keeps his hair back and just mumble that he wants you to play with it. How could you resist? Answer: you couldn’t.

His long beautiful curls were like Michael’s but had a bit more of a bounce to them. You would detangle them, he would love it when you scratched his scalp, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

Good luck doing anything to his hair because curly hair is very tricky to work with. The curls get caught easily on each other. You think you have it down? Nope. Nice try. Marko’s hair: 1 You: 0

Marko’s hair is the second softest. Again, he takes care of his curls, he takes pride in them and he will never cut it. Maybe trim it to keep it healthy, but nothing more than an inch off. He’ll lose it.

He LOVES playing with your hair though. Anytime the two of you are together, his hands are playing with anything he can get his hands on. He will even take tips from Star on how to take care of your hair. There are some nights that Marko will take Star’s place and try a style that he thinks will look good on you. You know he was happy with his work because he was smiling all night long.

Now David… David’s hair is a no. Don’t touch it in front of the others, don’t even think about it. He’s like Marko. His mullet is a part of him and he doesn’t like people fucking with it. But that’s when he’s around the others. In private, just the two of you, it’s a whole different story.

Even in private though, he’s still a little protective of it. Very rarely will he just let you "play" with it. It’s only if he’s in a really good mood or he’s stressed. If he’s stressed, it’s probably one of the best things you can do for him. He especially likes it when you scratch the lower back of his head, right where it connects with his neck. Don’t ask why, it just feels good.

Another thing that he really likes is when you push back any stray hairs of his. Your fingers would brush against his face, hitting a little bit of his scruff as you pushed back a stray hair behind his ear. If you do that, dear lord, have mercy on your soul because he likes it way too much.

Other than that, you aren’t touching it unless you two are doing some kinky shit, which is the only other time he’ll let you touch it. Just pulling his hair at the base, the same place he likes scratched, and that’s when I wish you all the luck in the world. He isn’t letting you go at all that night.

David really only plays with your hair if he’s thinking about something. He’ll usually be laying with you in your nest, smoking a cigarette in one hand while petting your hair with the other, deep in thought. He doesn’t say anything as he does so and that’s okay. He’s content and so are you.

Also, don’t let anybody else know, but how the hell do you think his hair is platinum blonde, almost white? You are the only one to bleach and dye his hair. He will never live down the teasing from the others if they saw him with the foil in his locks. The only one he would allow to see was Dwayne. Before you came along, he was the one helping.

Apart from that, there are multiple times when a handful of you have braid trains. And that includes Michael, you and Dwayne; in the specific order. Michael learns from both you and Dwayne on how to braid hair.

Occasionally, Marko might join, letting Dwayne braid his hair. You’re a little jealous cause somehow Dwayne has magic fingers and is able to braid Marko’s hair with no problem.

Of course, like David, all of them either like pulling your hair or getting theirs pulled in a certain way. More or less, it’s David, Dwayne, and Marko that prefer pulling yours. Paul and Michael like it when you do it to them and Star… this girl is a wild card, you never know with her.

Either way, playing with their hair or them playing with yours is, in a way, therapeutic for all of you and it brings you all even closer together.

[retrievablememories]

gravity | taemin (m)

title: gravity pairing: taemin x gn reader genre: angst, smut, fwb request: Hi! Slipping another request for your growing request list 😅. If you're down to write it -- can we have a Taemin fic about someone he can't help being drawn back to every time he's in their city. Idk if you know the song 'Gravity' by Brent Faiyaz but, 100% that kind of vibe. 100% down for it to be smutty word count: 3.4k warnings: long-distance angstiness, oral sex (including face fucking), mirror sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do not 🙅🏿‍♀️🙅🏿‍♀️), creampie, hand on the throat but no choking, fuckboy taemin? a/n: Taemin’s gone off to the service and left me with an infant to raise by myself so here’s a fic i guess 😢😢😢😢😢😢 i made the reader gender neutral because the requester used “their” pronouns/didn’t specify gender, but anon if you want something different you can let me know recommended songs: gravity + brent faiyaz | strings + taemin | everytime + ariana grande

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i’d get you what you want, but you want me alone

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His name and picture appear on your phone one evening without forewarning, and despite yourself, it makes your breath catch. You count the beats in your head before allowing yourself to pick up the call, not wanting to seem more eager than necessary. You would’ve picked it up halfway before the first ring finished, if you were a little less shameless.

It feels like every nerve in your body has come online from a deep sleep when he speaks your name.

“How have you been doing?” he asks, his voice a casual lilt.

“I’m fine. Life is...life. I’m doing okay. What about you?”

“Busy,” he says, which you expected. He always is. “There’s never not something to do.” There’s hesitation in Taemin’s voice when he speaks again—maybe something akin to longing—and the syllables of his words drag out longer than they need to. “You know, I’m back in town. Just on some business, but...”

You pause, and even though you’ve physically hesitated, your heart begins leaping like it’s trying to escape your chest. “You are?”

“Yes, I won’t be here for very long, but…” His voice trails off like there’s a silent part within that he expects you to fill in. Indeed, you’ve both been doing this long enough to know how that sentence ends.

“But you want to see me,” you finish for him. You smirk at that, knowing him probably better than he knows himself. A surge of discontent stirs in your chest, though, which you are unable to fully tune out.

Taemin makes a noise like he’s stretching out, and you imagine him lying back on his bed. He’s likely already been put up in a hotel, the same one he always stays at when he comes to your city. “Good guess.” He laughs sneakily, like you’ve just spilled something no one was supposed to know, and you snort. “Did you miss me? We haven’t met in so long.”

You sigh, feeling like you’re walking into a trap. Taemin’s need for affection, especially fully vocalized affection, has always seemed a bit like a setup, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of it. A way to expose your growing feelings for him without you even realizing what you’d done. “I think you know the answer to that one. Clearly, I don’t need to ask if you’ve missed me.”

He laughs. For a moment you wish you were on FaceTime instead, so you could see the smile stretching itself out on his pretty, plush lips.

“I always end up missing you...everything about you, like the faces you make when I’m between your thighs, or how you always get so tight around me…” His voice is lower now, more breathy, a promise and a tease all at the same time.

You swallow nervously at those words, blood already rushing to your lower body. “Tae…”

Taemin moans softly in answer to you calling his name, and it makes you die a little on the inside. “I can’t wait to come inside you, mark you as mine again.” Before you can think to respond to that, he says, “...But we should save all that for when we see each other, hm?” And he giggles again. If you were not so infatuated with him, you might reach through the phone to strangle him.

“God, Taemin...you wear me out.”

“Don’t I always?”

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Later that week, Taemin shows up at your place with his overnight bag in tow, just as you’d expected. And food.

“Oh, you brought sustenance,” you say, raising your eyebrows at the bag of food in his hands.

“Yes, duh. Although you like to claim otherwise, I’m not such a pervert that I don’t know how to wine and dine you before getting what I want.” You roll your eyes at that, letting him come past the threshold.

“Okay, Tae. Whatever you say.” You pinch a strand of his black-and-white hair, and it slips from your fingers as he walks past you. “Nice weave. Whose idea was it this time?”

Taemin cuts his eyes at you. “You should be thanking me for giving you something to pull on.”

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter, shaking your head. “Ah, Lee Taemin. Such a gracious lover.”

Before you can even think about getting to the main event, you both spend a few hours just catching up on things, eating the food he’d brought, and acting way too much like a couple for your sanity. You wonder if he feels the same way about this behavior deep down, but you aren’t going to venture down that road by asking him. Not yet.

After you are done eating, it doesn’t take long to fall into bed and into the same pattern you’ve established with each other. Taemin has pulled his hair back into a small ponytail at the back of his head, because he thinks you’ll find it hotter—always such a glutton for your attention—and you are exasperated because he’s right. Taemin reads the sudden interest in your gaze, and his lips curve in a knowing and devious smile before pulling you into his grasp.

“I was wanting this for so damn long,” he says to you with his lips against your neck. He corners you in the hallway, his body pressing against your own as he plants one hand on your lower back and brings your hips close enough that even a single breath couldn’t get between you.

“You say that every time,” you sigh, tilting your head and allowing him more space to brush his lips over your skin.

“Because it’s true.” You don’t know how you eventually get to your bedroom, because Taemin seems intent on peeling all your clothes off in the middle of the hallway. Your shirt is missing and your pants are already unbuttoned by the time you reach the bed, and Taemin’s own shirt is lying in the doorway of your room. The peony tattoo on his hip is almost fully displayed now, blooming darkly against his skin and disappearing partway beneath the waistband of his skinny jeans.

Taemin climbs onto the bed to join you and kisses you deeply, your chests pressed together and his hips rocking fluidly against your own, his growing erection pressing deliciously into you and making you arch your hips into him. You spend so long simply kissing that you feel like an overexcited college student making out with your crush for the first time again, and you distantly wonder why he’s spending more time on this than he usually would.

Eventually, he parts from your lips and makes it his personal mission to kiss every inch of your body he can, making his way from your neck to the top of your jeans.

He kisses you through your underwear before sliding it off you, taking his time with this movement, and puts his silky wet mouth on you. You tremble underneath him as his tongue sweeps over you, and you dip your hands down into that hair—which is admittedly just as fun to pull on as he’d predicted. 

The strands become fully unleashed from their former neat little ponytail by the time Taemin has you coming and spilling over his tongue and fingers. When he finishes, he pulls back from you—licking his lips all the while—and runs a hand through the loose hair, pretending to sigh in annoyance and casting a look to the abandoned hair tie on the floor.

“Ah, babe...you never appreciate my hard work.”

“Taemin...shut up.”

Despite his complaint, he doesn’t bother with tying it back up again. After he’s peeled his pants and underwear off with your help, he gets onto the bed and kneels above you, legs balanced on either side of your shoulders. You put your tongue out for him to slide his length across, but he only teases you for a few moments by tapping the tip against your tongue. Nothing but a sticky trail of precum is left between his tip and your tongue; you try to beg him for more with your eyes alone. Taemin meets your pleading gaze with his own wicked eyes, but he only smiles vaguely and keeps up his teasing game, rubbing the head of his dick across your lips and smearing his precum over your mouth like gloss.

Finally, he decides he’s done with denying you and feeds his dick to you inch by inch. He gives a rough moan when he pulls out and pushes back in, savoring the way your mouth tightens around him. 

Taemin places his hands on the bed and slowly thrusts his hips, fucking your mouth like he often likes to do, his thighs flexing with the motions. He does this until sweat beads on his forehead, sliding his member between your lips and reveling in the dirty wet sounds it creates, and he laughs when he sees your hand clumsily slide further down between your legs. 

“Does having your throat fucked turn you on this much?” he murmurs. “Can’t even help yourself ‘cause you’re in love with my dick. Shameless.” You cannot respond to his mocking, but his words make you even more aroused than before. Despite Taemin’s teasing of you, his own face and neck are flushing with heat, and his cock throbs as the familiar sensation of nearing the edge creeps up on him. With much reluctance, he pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving strings of your spit clinging to his shaft. 

“Thank you for getting me nice and wet, baby.” He shuffles himself further down your body, kissing you on the lips once before settling himself between your legs and pulling your thighs around his slim hips. His cock nudges wet and hard against your inner thigh, and you gasp when he pushes into you, the stretch pleasant after so long of being empty of him.

Taemin wastes no time with rocking into you, setting a smooth rhythm that both of you are intimately familiar with. Taemin keeps one hand on your hip while the other holds your face, his thumb edging into your mouth. You curve your lips around this thumb, scraping your teeth against it and lapping your tongue across it just like you do on his dick. You take great pleasure in the way he twitches inside you, his grip on your waist tightening and his thrusts coming a bit faster.

He looks at you with burning eyes as he circles his hips into you. Pieces of his hair stick to his neck from the sweat, and his plump lips part with the marvel of having you spread out beneath him. He replaces his thumb with his lips yet again, dipping his tongue into your mouth and biting your bottom lip until it threatens to bleed.

Liquid heat radiates through your lower body as Taemin’s shaft keeps dragging in and out of you, and your legs weaken around his waist as you get closer to reaching your end. Before you can be pushed to the top of that shining zenith of pleasure, though, Taemin abruptly pulls out of you.

“No,” you whine breathlessly. That is the only sound your vocal chords can currently push out, though you’d like to throw a slew of curse words at him. He only smiles at your soft complaint and lowers his head for a second to kiss your kneebone, a fleeting but tender touch.

Without forewarning, Taemin shifts you over on the bed so you’re both positioned in front of the full-length mirror leaning against your wall. Pulling your head back, he brings your face up so you can see the both of you reflected in the mirror—Taemin’s hand coaxingly pressing your back into an arch, his hair hanging damp over his shoulders. Then he pushes back into you, sliding to the hilt in one easy motion, and you almost bite your lip before realizing it’s still hurting from Taemin’s insistent biting.

To your own eyes you already look exhausted, all fucked out and simply taking Taemin’s thrusts as he gives them. Taemin’s had the right idea, though, because you can’t take your eyes away from the vision of him behind you. You watch as all his muscles flex while he pushes into you, his eyes hotly meeting yours in the mirror, and his lips twitch up into a grin.

“What a beautiful sight,” he sighs, and he’s barely even breathless even with all the sweat decorating his skin. Exactly what fucking a professional dancer will get you—nothing but stamina and hips.

You grip the sheets as you stare back at Taemin as he fucks you, feeling a little exposed but ultimately captivated by it. The hand that was in your hair slides lower and around to your collarbone, coming to rest at the base of your throat. Taemin keeps his hand there to feel your throat jump underneath his fingers as you swallow harshly and gasp in response to his thrusts.

Taemin gives a shuddering groan when you tighten more around him, and he pushes forward a little deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spot just right. Your head drops momentarily as you cry out, and you think your knees might turn to jelly beneath you. “Oh, yes. There? There.” Taemin murmurs this all in quick succession as he adjusts himself to find that perfect angle again and keeps rutting into it, one hand tight on your hip and the other still at your throat—now coming up to cup your chin and pull your face back up towards the mirror.

“Min,” escapes from your lips, though it’s a choppy sound. If you wanted to say anything else, you wouldn’t even be able to.

“Poor baby, you can’t even form words. Is it that fucking good? Tell me.” Taemin entices you to meet his gaze in the mirror again, squeezing his hand on your jaw and pressing his thumb against your lips like he’ll slip it back in once more. It takes you a moment of heavy breaths and clumsy not-quite-coherent sounds to respond.

“G-good,” you mutter against his hand. “Fuck me, oh my God—”

You come around Taemin with a small shout. He gives you a bit of reprieve and lets you hang your head back down—because right now your whole body feels like it wants to collapse with the muscle-weakening wave of pleasure that’s overtaken you. More little clipped sounds and pleas leap from your throat as Taemin fucks you through it, dangerously close to losing himself, too.

He keels over you with a gasping moan when he comes, his dick throbbing inside you while he spills so much cum that some of it drips back out. His heated breaths spread across your skin as he leans over you, bracing his arms on either side of your body and thrusting his hips just a little more to ride out the last of his climax.

Finally, you allow your body to slump forward, and Taemin slides out of you as you do, causing another messy trail of his cum to drip from you. His hand glides over your back, and he makes a noise that you could only describe as fully satisfied. “My favorite view.”

—

You and Taemin lie next to each other, your right arm nudging his left, his fingers playing over the back of your hand and making it tickle from the gentle touches. When the pillowtalk starts fading, you decide to bring up the one thing that’s been wearing on your mind since Taemin first called.

“Taemin...are we going to do this every time you pop into the city for a few days? A week?” You ask this quietly while Taemin traces long, winding lines over your forearm.

The motion of his fingers stop, and he looks carefully at the side of your face as you lie next to him. “Do you not like our little meetings anymore?” His tone is joking, but there’s an air of sadness to it not far behind.

“I didn’t say all that, but…” You pause. “We only ever get a few moments together. A day or two. Stealing hours to spend together, working on borrowed time...it’s not my idea of the perfect...arrangement.” You hesitate before saying arrangement, unsure how to describe this odd, magnetic connection you both have without making it deeper than it really is. A stiff silence hangs in the air, waiting to be broken by either of you.

Because you’re not sure—no, you definitely know that what you and Taemin have can’t really be called a relationship. What do you have?

“You’re always gone because of your work, and...that’s fine, I know how hard you work and you like always having something to do, but…” You want to say something like, I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to be away from you all the damn time. Those words have too much weight of responsibility behind them, however. They have the power to change things in a way you aren’t sure you want them to change—or that you’re still too afraid of.

“...And you miss me? More than just the sex, I mean.” Taemin’s voice is still a touch playful, though that quality is quickly dwindling away. His eyes fill with some emotion that’s more thoughtful and more saddened than just a few minutes ago. He is not quite ready for this conversation to turn to a depressing note, but he figures there’s no avoiding it this time.

“You always ask questions you already have answers to, Taemin.”

Taemin sighs. “I know it must be unfair to you...but I can’t stay away from you.” He hesitates, and the space between his eyebrows creases. “I think about you a lot more than I maybe should. I like your conversation and your company...even all the ridiculous jokes you make. But...”

You grit your teeth, clenching your fingers together and listening to Taemin’s words. “‘But…’? What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t want to keep you waiting around for me,” he answers softly. “If we were together, you’d always just be waiting for the next time to see me.”

“I already do that,” you grumble, feeling irritated and misunderstood.

“But—if we...it would be different—”

“You’d feel worse about leaving your partner behind rather than someone you just fuck, I guess?”

Taemin lets out a heavy breath and closes his eyes. “Don’t make me sound like such an asshole.”

“I haven’t made you sound like anything, or made you do anything,” you say bitterly, keeping your eyes on the ceiling as you speak. “It’s you, after all, who always feels the need to tell me when you’re back in town. I don’t ask after you, Taemin.” Because I would only ever ask for something you can’t seem to give me.

“So I’ll ask again. Do you not want to do this anymore?”

This man is possibly too dense for your nerves to withstand. And even though it would probably be better for you to say yes, to end this for your own good—and his own, even if he doesn’t realize it just yet—you don’t want this to stop. Being needed by him, even for something as simple as sex and as complicated as emotions that neither of you quite know how to confront, is something you don’t want to give up. Even if it gives you very little in return.

“That’s the wrong question to ask.” You sit up, letting the sheets pool around your waist. Taemin follows you, pressing his chest to your back as he slides his arms around your stomach, and you lower your head, wishing you weren’t so vulnerable to his advances. Taemin presses his mouth to your shoulder in an apologetic touch, and the feel of his lips makes something fall apart inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. Sorry I can’t be there for you like you want me to be, maybe. You don’t know what he’s apologizing for, and you don’t care to ask at the moment.

You turn to face him. “Just stop. I don’t want to think about it anymore.” Then you push him back onto the bed, straddling him with both legs on either side of his waist. “Just. Stop. Talking.”

And so Taemin wordlessly lets you reignite the flame, working yourselves up into a mishmash of hands and mouths and bodies again, leaving so many words unsaid between the two of you.

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with breathless lips, you paint my name with sorrow countless times this night

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[lordkambe]

Can you do Dazai Osamu nsfw head cannons please🥰

🩹  character, fandom, type of reader: dazai osamu, bungou stray dogs, gender neutral / woman reader.

🩹   genre, rating: nsfw. 18+ only.

🩹   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, lewd photographs, dazai being the ceo of romantic sex 

🩹   author’s note:  hey ! so... i think there’s two dazai’s when it comes down to sex. i think there’s dark era and post dark era. i think in dark era dazai is much more rough. i didn’t know what you were looking for and i didn’t wanna assume anything hardcore so i settled for post dark era dazai, which is a loooot more softer and romantic. if you’d like a dark era dazai nsfw headcanons don’t hesitate to ask, i’d be happy to put that out as well~!

+  truly a mixed bag. sometimes he’s super silly other times he’s rough, he’s fast. he’s taking pleasuring you very seriously.

+  during his silly moments dazai usually teases you with kisses and places love marks on your neck. he mocks your whines and moans playfully before lazily laying you on your back. he hooks his arms under your knees and holds you up. he likes going deep inside of you even when he’s playing around. he really enjoys pleasuring you and often puts it above his own pleasure.

+  because he places your pleasure above his own. he’s such a tease. he’ll play with you for a while and right when you think he’s going to give it to you. he’s says he’s tired and wants to go to bed. he smiles at your little whines and just kisses you so much. he says, “of course not y/n! just give me a sec, yeah?”

+  he smiles when he kisses you. he giggles too. he likes it when you do the same. dazai is super charming and loving because he really likes having sex with you. he thinks it’s so romantic and he just loves touching you. he’s probably really into cockwarming but gets eager... like really eager. and he starts thrusting into you gently hoping you won’t notice ( of course you notice ) and he’s like “sorry babe~”

+  it’s those lazy mornings when he doesn’t want to go to work, he’s kinda horny but he’s too shy to admit it. you notice so you start giving him a handjob and note how big he’s getting and he’s says, “well of course it’s going to get big if you TOUCH IT LIKE THAT.” while you’re pleasuring him he starts fingering you but he’s so teasing with it. like he’ll kinda put his finger in? he won’t thrust it. he’ll just gently touch you to see you squirm. “i can’t make you cum with just my fingers that isn’t fun.”

+  dazai loves missionary only because he likes seeing you underneath him. he likes seeing your head sink into the pillow underneath you and your eyes closing shut. you grasping at the sheets, he’s always muttering about how wishes he could take pictures with his eyes.

+  he says the same thing when you ride him. he’s laying down and you’re on top. he instructs you to open your legs and start rubbing your clit. he says, “when i’m gone imagine those are my fingers touching you, yeah?” he then goes on and on about photographs until you eventually give him permission to take a picture. and goodness, he’s so happy. he probably keeps it has his home screen only to tease you. he’d never deliberately show it to anyone.

+  because dazai gets j-e-a-l-o-u-s. if he catches anyone flirting with you or you flirting with someone else he gets very upset about it. which leads to a very passionate night ;) he thrusts into you hard and deep. both your legs are over his shoulders and he’s constantly hitting your most pleasurable areas. “i’m going to fuck you so hard that you forget about other men. the only cock you’re gonna want is mine~”

+  post dark-era dazai is not into heavy degradation and you can fight me about it. sometimes he’ll mutter the words whore or slut as he drills into you but he’d never go overboard with it. he’s really into praising you and making sure you feel loved and safe.

+  that’s all dazai wants tbh. he wants you to feel safe in his arms. he holds you close during sex. he’s very intimate and wants to feel every inch of your body against his. he kisses you a lot when he’s thrusting into you. he’s reminding you how much he loves you and cares about you.

+  he’s very intimate ok. i know i sound like a broken record but, god. dazai would thrust into you slowly but so lovingly. he kisses your neck and your jaw as he just moves his length in and out of you. you end up becoming so sensitive to his touch every single one of his movements sends a tingle down your spine.

+  if you have scars he places gentle kisses on them and spends extra time paying attention to them when he’s making love to you. he makes you feel so confident and comfortable in your own skin.

+  he loves it when you sit on his face. idk. he encourages you to do it. he’ll have a hard day at work and is just like “🥺 please sit on my face y/n 🥺” he tells you not to hold back and start grinding against his face. when you clench your thighs around his head and your hands start tugging at his hair he goes insane.

+  yeah he likes being called daddy. but he loves it when you call his name. when you ride him and he’s hugging your body while you bounce on his cock. he hears you moan “dazai, dazai --- fuck dazai.” it encourages him to move faster.

+  he’s into mirror sex because he loves when you see him fucking you. he loves it when you see your own face in the mirror as you reach your peak. he’s hitting you from behind and he’s grabbed a fistful of your hair and is like, “look at you! so beautiful. taking my cock like a good girl.”

+  dazai is into ✨ mutual masturbation ✨ as well. he tells you to sit on one side of the bed while he sits on the other. he instructs you to open your legs and for a while he watches you. he instructs you on what to do. he notes how wet your pussy sounds because he likes seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed. he then starts touching himself and you have to restrain yourself from just going ~gobble me, swallow me~

+  when you give him a blowjob ??? oh my god. he’s very vocal. okay. he moans, groans, loudly and openly. he throws his head back and opens his legs wider for you. he loves feeling his cock in your mouth and starts facefucking you. if you let him cum on your face ??? he’ll dick you down right after regardless of how tired he may be.

+  he likes to talk to you when you to are having sex because he loves hearing you admit how much pleasure you’re getting from him. “y/n...” he says softly in your ear. “do you like how my big cock fills your tight little pussy?”

+  send him lewd voicemails when he’s at work. he’ll nonchalantly open it and then freak the fuck out because it’s just a message of you moaning and begging for his cock. he’ll run to the bathroom and call you and be like, “you-you’re trying to kill me aren’t you !?”

+  ceo of eating pussy. he wants you to wrap your legs around his head as he eats you out. he pays extra attention to your clit. he blows on it, gives it gentle kisses, before finally --- finally he starts moving his tongue at an intense speed. he thrusts his tongue in and out of your wet pussy. he starts sucking and moaning into your sweet spot. he holds your hips down onto the mattress and rarely comes up for air. it’s like he was made to eat you out tbh.

+  after care with dazai is so fun. it’s so cute. and it’s very romantic and heartfelt. he gives you time and space if you want it. but he’s always down to cuddle you after the deed is done. he cleans up after himself and you. he’s not good at whipping up a meal so he orders take out while you’re in the shower. he simply cannot be in the shower with you because that would lead to another round lmao.

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

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Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

[short-yandere-stories]

I see you do matchups~ Well I would love to have one if possible! From Danganronpa please! I'd prefer a Male character for this, despite being bisexual xD I have shoulder length brown hair, green eyes and a chubby face that my family says is like hamster cheeks. I have a lighter case of Autism so social situations like talking to people are scary. When I warm up then I'm really talkative. I'm very self conscious. Also a bit of a crybaby. Helping people and making them smile makes me really happy

Of course! Matchups are fun to do but also scary because it’s just based on my intuition and opinions hehe.

And you are allowed to be bisexual and have a preference!! There is absolutely nothing wrong with that and I just wanted to point that out before I get into matching you up. You sound like a really lovely person!

I get very soft or overprotective vibes from the characters I think would go yandere for you — it’s very either or. I’ll pick two male Danganronpa characters, each from a different game that I get the feeling would go yandere. I also tried to keep minimal spoilers, not mentioning gender or names of people dying just in case someone who hasn’t finished the games decides to read this.

From Danganronpa V3 I was torn between two characters, but ultimately (haha) I think that Shuichi Saihara would fall head over heels for you. Content Warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of death, killing, and murder (danganronpa), disregard of personal space, plans and thoughts of killing, mentions of tying/chaining the reader up.

This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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The realization that you’re in a killing game and need to kill someone and get away with it to leave — sacrificing everyone else in the process — would be difficult to accept for anyone.

Especially someone bad at social situations.

Shuichi takes solace in seeing that the two of you have a pretty similar reaction, but at first, he doesn’t pay much attention to it than noting it in passing.

After the first trial, however, when his closest friend -- or acquaintance at least -- is executed, his now vulnerable mind desperately searches for someone who might understand and he immediately remembers you.

A broken mind or a sad person is, after all, the easiest to change.

Shuichi, having fallen into despair, sees you as his savior -- someone he can cling to, and who will keep him sane. 

It’s a very delusional mindset, and definitely not healthy.

You’re just so kind trying to help him and cheer him up! How could he not fall for you?

You obviously feel like there is something weird about the way Shuichi practically clings to you, wanting to make sure you’re safe at any moment in time -- having to force himself to let you go to sleep in your room alone.

You tell yourself that it’s his way of trying to cope... or maybe it’s just how friends act? Reading people and social cues is difficult for you -- especially in regard to someone who is clearly not “normal”.

As the trials continue, Shuichi grows increasingly paranoid, and after the third trial, he can’t stand the worrying anymore and locks you up in his room.

He just can’t stand seeing you die or get hurt!

He is going to be oh so very gentle with you and make sure you get food and rest, and most importantly stay safe.

All he wants is to hug you while he sleeps, knowing that he can rest without worries.

And well... if your classmates start to worry and search for you and get too close to figuring it out... maybe he can make a deal with Monokuma to let the two of you leave together.

Neither of you is really good with people, so if getting rid of some of the competition is all that’s needed to stay with you, it’s a small price to pay.

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And the second character I decided to pair you up with is from Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair. Namely, the one and only Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu. 

Everyone always looks down on him because of how short and “baby-faced” he is, so he has always needed to struggle for recognition and validation -- always had to prove himself and be extra tough to earn even a small bit of respect

But it was different when he met you. 

You’d instantly shown him respect from the moment you met him -- even before he’d shared his Ultimate talent and said that he was a yakuza leader.

It created some underlying form of tolerance for you for him.

And as the killing game progressed, he grew closer and closer to you, bonding over and joking about the two of you having similar face structures.

Suddenly, it didn't feel as bad for Fyuhiko not to have a sculpted, masculine face anymore.

And even though he was grumpy and often pushed people away (both literally and metaphorically) you always went out of your way to try to make him smile.

Without really noticing it himself, he began to genuinely enjoy your company, and a wish to protect you emerged.

When the murders started to properly kick off, he assigned himself the role of your bodyguard and followed you closely behind everywhere you went.

Someone as helpless as you wouldn’t stand a chance in the killing game and be a very easy target.

Thankfully, you had him to protect you.

And what would you do? Try to tell him to back off and risk being killed?

Everyone knew that the moment Fuyuhiko left you alone, you were free for the killing and ticket off the island.

So just let him take care of you. No harm will ever befall you as long as he’s there.

And if you try to leave him, claiming you don’t need the protection and feel awkward with him constantly being so close, he might use the chains used to chain Nagito up to attach you to him.

Then no one can get to you without going through him.

And you can’t leave him either. 

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