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#lmao this is so dumb but i can't stop laughing
prouvaireafterdark · 2 years
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sanjifucker42069 · 6 months
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Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Sanji x Reader
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Word count: 854
We gender-neutral and short af today boys. This is crack treated semi-seriously lmao, and an actual drabble. I love idiot!readers, there isn't enough rep for us dumbasses. This is written with OPLA!Sanji in mind bc I dig the super effective suave vibe
Suggestive, there's swearing, the word cock is used once. Brief description. (Ha! Brief!)
Let's be real...Sanji might wears shirt stays....and that's hot as fuck
It was midday when you found yourself outside the men's quarters. You had been lounging around on the upper deck when Usopp had asked you to grab a wrench he'd left in his room. Fair enough, you weren't doing anything, wouldn't hurt to help. And so you padded off, making your way to the bedroom. It was the middle of the day, no one should be in there. You'd passed Zoro napping against some bags, you could still hear Luffy. Sanji definitely had to be in his domain of the kitchen. Still, you offered a quick courteous knock as you flung open the door to the men's quarters, wandering into the space with no preamble.
"Sorry boys, I gotta grab Usopp's- Holy shit!"
Sanji's head shot up to stare at you, cheeks lightly pink. He was stooped over, pants pooling at his knees. Sure, his thick thighs were enticing, and his position stuck that gorgeous ass out at a delicious angle, but your eyes were fixated on the crossing fabric that adorned his upper legs. Was that…a garter belt? You felt lightheaded at the view before you. He looked delectable. The cook quirked an eyebrow at your staring.
"See something you like, love?" He drawled, sending you a cocky grin. Sanji felt his ego swell when you tripped over your words. Had you actually paid attention, you'd notice how his usual clothes were covered in flour, but you weren't exactly the most perceptive.
"I…thighs." You spoke dumbly, causing you to mentally smack yourself. "I mean, sorry. I didn't think anyone would be in here at this time." 
With great hardship, you tore your eyes away from the garment. It looked like a garter belt, had to be! You always knew Sanji liked fashion, and that he could be a pervert, but you didn't expect him to be unembarrassed at being caught wearing lingerie. As if they were possessed, your eyes trailed their way back to his thighs. The elastic was biting into his thigh meat, bulk deliciously spilling over the edges. Saliva flooded your mouth. What you wouldn't give to touch them. To bite them. Fuck what if you-
Wait. 
Sanji had said something.
"Wha?" 
Nice going idiot.
Sanji had abandoned his grip on the trousers, gracefully dropping them and stepping out of the puddle of fabric. Your breath hitched as he turned to you.
Abort mission! 
Fuck you didn't even look at his underwear. Shit, fuck, that…that was clearly the outline of his cock, a pair of grey boxer briefs doing a horrible job at hiding his silhouette. You were thankful that the length of his dress shirt covered the majority, or you'd be due a visit to chopper from fainting.
"I said can I help you, love?"
An awkward cackle escaped your throat and you blushed. Oh, he could help you alright. Instead, you opened your dumb mouth again.
"Is that…why are you wearing a garter belt?"
Sanji froze. An uncomfortable silence filled the room.
Oh shit! Oh fuck!
You opened your mouth to apologise when that bell-like laugh permeated the awkwardness. 
"What?" He laughed incredulously. "They are shirt stays."
Sanji felt his heart squeeze when you cocked your head confused. You really had no idea how cute you were, did you? Trying to be polite and stop laughing, he coughed into his fist.
"They keep my shirt tucked in sweet thing. Can't be looking unprofessional around you cuties." Sanji winked, smirking with satisfaction as your face grew redder. He expected an 'oh' or a 'sorry'. He certainly didn't expect a;
"I'd call having no pants but lingerie on unprofessional."
"You were the one who bust in here!" He argued. "And it's not lingerie!"
"Ah…sorry about that. I meant to grab a wrench Usopp left in here. I…uh…I should go."
"Mmhmm." 
You wandered stiffly to where Usopp slept, finding the tool with ease, and trying desperately to not look at the cook. Sanji watched you, amusement clear on his face at your robotic movements. Wasting no time, you rushed back to the door. 
"Oh, uh, Sanji?" The man hummed in response. "I, uh, I'm sorry for thinking you were wearing lingerie. Not! Not that there's anything wrong if you were, you'd look hot in it. I mean! I….uh…no, you'd definitely look hot in it. What was I saying?"
Silence. Sanji was staring at you with wide eyes, face now red from your comments. You clicked your fingers.
"Right, right! You should probably put some clothes on. Don't want you catching a cold ha ha." You forced out a robotic laugh. "Sorry again."
You slammed the door shut, leaving a confused and slightly aroused man in your wake. Sanji sighed, making his way back to his sleeping area to change into clean clothes. The door creaked back open. Sanji groaned quietly. Who now?
"You have to admit, they are kinda slutty though, right? Sorry! Bye again!"
You were gone before Sanji could even process your words properly. He groaned audibly this time, raking his hands down his face. He needed a fucking smoke. You were going to be the death of him.
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gremlingottoosilly · 2 months
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fun fact, tigers are notoriously quick to ejaculate in the animal kingdom! So every time Horangi is brought up I can’t help but imagine him struggling not to cum in his little breeder wifey within a minute or so lmao
I didn't know this before...now I do...I am going to make horrible things with this information...
monster!Horangi, who is cumming in you after the first few pumps, his cock just can't handle the feeling of your gummy walls strangling him so nicely...you were surprised at the first few times, not thinking that a monster of his power status would be so quick to finish - but you accepted it gracefully, thinking it would mean he is going to leave you alone...poor, dumb thing. You didn't think it was really that easy, right? monster!Horangi who cums quickly, but his stamina and energy allow him to go multiple rounds. Who can easily fold you back and fill you to the brim with his cum, laughing as you struggle and whine? Poor baby, you didn't think he would just let you go, right? Your hole needs a good cock to fill up with, and your new monster master is going to provide you with just that. monster!Horangi who won't stop until you're a pathetic, drooling mess with your belly alresdy protruding from all the cum settling in your womb. He bred you so nicely, you passed out after the third round, not able to compete with his levels of desire for your body. And if you think you could actually survive through this easily...well, he wants to breed you properly each time, and that would mean repeating the process every night when he is on the base.
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harleehazbinfics · 1 month
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Love eat?
Alastor x cannibal servant!reader
Original Concept | Additional Concept
Word count: 1764
A/N: sup im back with more crack, jk. but yeahhh i did a oneshot of that imagine and now we're here. i've channeled my inner crazy and that led me to this oneshot lmao, sorry if it's not up to par but pls enjoooooyyyy!
ps I can't find the artist pls help. chainsaw man falling devil spoiler sorry
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“Yuta!” you called your boyfriend from where you sat waiting for him.
“Sorry, I'm late,” he says with an apologetic smile, placing his bag to his side while he sat in front of me.
“No, it's ok! You're doing your best in school. I was the one who asked you to eat with me anyway,�� you responded clapping your hands together, appealing cutely to your boyfriend.
“But you're busy with your culinary classes too. I'm sure you're working harder than I am!” He replied, making you smile at how genuine he sounded.
You reached inside your bag and presented 2 lunch boxes in front of him. His eyes widen in anticipation while you opened them, revealing a well plated pork cutlet and a healthy salad in the other lunch box.
“I have! I learnt a few new things during class, and I wanted you to be the first to eat my cooking. I hope you like them!” He smiles at you, flattered that he was the first thing on your mind when you made the meal. He always loved your cooking.
The both of you met when you were first years, he was just roaming the halls familiarizing himself with the school layout when he heard you squealing inside a room and helped you put out a small fire that you accidentally created while you stayed behind in the Economics Room to relearn the basics taught to you that day. So, he stayed with you until the end so that you won't set the whole room on fire this time, and as thanks you gave the meal you completed to him afterwards. As he tasted it, threw it back up when he tasted how salty it was, so you resolved yourself that you'd make a decent meal for him, and that's where your friendship to relationship started.
“Wow! You've really outdone yourself this time!” He yells with stars in his eyes, savoring each bite.
You laughed at him and pushed the salad closer to him, and said, “You can eat all of it. It's all for you!”
“Really? Thanks a lot! It's so great to have you as my girlfriend!”
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“Yuta?” you asked with wide eyes as you eyed the knife in his hand that was pointed at you.
“I-I can't take it anymore. I don't want to eat any food you make for me anymore, it’s disgusting. I don’t want to eat humans! I hate it, I hate it, I HATE YOU!” He screamed lunging at you.
He pushes the knife to your stomach, a few moments later you feel the metallic taste in your throat, letting the liquid drop from your tongue as you took has face that held great remorse for you. You smiled at the pretty expression on his face and rubbed your thumb on his cheeks, smearing it with your own blood.
"How pretty. I love all the expressions you make. Do it more," you coughed out.
His expression changes from fear to disgust and anger. Vengefully, he takes your wrists binding them together in his forceful grip and continues to stab you until you died from the pain and blood loss. However, despite your body tensing and losing color on you face, he never stopped. After his knife slipped out of his hands from your blood, he threw himself at you and bit into your neck.
Devouring you. Bit by bit.
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You've been aimlessly roaming around hell and chopping sinners with your cleaver that were dumb enough to pick a fight with you. At the moment, you sat on top of a building waiting for something to happen while eating an beefy arm starting from the shoulder.
While you were gnawing at it with a blank expression on your face. You were surprised when a massive green explosion appeared out of nowhere, inducing a few screams of terror.
Just a couple blocks in front of you, you see a giant red deer demon with black tentacles coming out his back as he crushed sinners in his hands and consuming them.
You immediately dropped the arm you were holding and watched as the overlord showed off his power against you, sinners. Unable to hold yourself, you followed his parade of chaos and squeaked when he appears behind you wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"How rude of you to follow me around, while I was playing with my meal," he remarks with a snarky tone.
You got distracted with his voice. How could someone be so seductive with a radio filter on, you ask yourself.
"It's also rude to stare, you know?" He adds, starting to get pissed off by how unresponsive you were as you just kept gawking at him.
"I was just admiring how powerful you were, sir! I've never seen a demon turn into that kind of form. I-I was enchanted!" You yelled at him, hands clasped together while fan-girling at his abilities with hearts in your eyes.
"My, I've never seen such behavior from a person such as you. Are you eager to be eaten?" He laughs before his eyes turning black leaving his red pupils and radio dial iris.
"Yes! I would be happy to!" You answered almost immediately, making him revert to his normal self, getting caught off guard with your reply.
He hums turning his head in confusion and irritation, “Well, that just won’t do. I only like it when my prey gets scared rather than having a sacrifice like you.”
He tries to ride away in his shadow but before he could do so, he halts in his steps when you step in front of him. “Please! I’ll act scared! I’ll do anything! I just want to be with you!” you cried dropping to the floor pathetically making him deadpan to the sight.
He huffs, and turns his back at you, “Hmm. Do what you wish.”
With that, you stayed and served Alastor for years. You’ve arranged deals for him, did his bidding on some occasions and even represented him a few times in meetings. However, your main occupation was his personal chef.
Sure, one could argue that he likes his meats raw and cooks for himself sometimes. But do you expect that man to cook every meal for himself for a nearly a century? Overlords don’t have that much free time, you know? (or at least that what Sir Alastor says) and you happily take on this task when he discovers that you were an excellent chef, living up to his own impossible standards.
However, you find yourself in a very peculiar situation.
“(y/n)? Is it really you?”
You’ve come face to face with your first love and your killer. You couldn’t help but leap up from you position and hug him while he did his best to get away from you.
“Yuta! You’re finally in here! I knew you’d come to find me, hehe,” you cried still hugging him while he struggled in your mighty grip. “I’ve been waiting for you, y’know?” you said to him with your eyes darkening at him giving him the familiar dangerous look in your eye making him tense up and unconsciously threw you across the room with his strength.
You didn’t hit the impact when Alastor raised his arms and caught you before placing you on your feet, ignoring your heart-eyes as usual.
“And who is this with you?” he asks the group, almost sneering at the new man.
“This is Yuta! He’s our new guest! We found him in Cannibal Town, and he asked us where we were, he’s now he's here!” Charlie introduces excitedly holding Yuta by the shoulder.
“Ooh, is he a bad boy?” Nifty asks looking flirtatiously.
“Why, of course! He’s the one that killed me after all!” I announced with a smile. “Isn’t that right, dear?”
He rolls his eyes and says to Charlie, “I’ll be fine anywhere as long as I don’t get involved with her. I’ll find a room myself.”
You all watch as he shows himself to one of the rooms while Charlie replies, “Uhh, ookayyy?”
“So, what’s with you and that guy?” Angel first asks, “There’s a lot of sexual and… psychological tension there.”
“Yeah, and what do you mean he killed you?” Vaggie continues, while all of them looked at you.
“Oh, you know, couple fights. One thing led to another and poof, I was gone,” you explained simply with a laugh, making Nifty laugh as well.
“So, you two dated?” Angel asked in surprise.
“Exactly, why?” I smiled at him.
“Uhh, sure. He just looks like a boy failure to me. How the fuck could he bag a hottie like you!” Angel laughs throwing his head back.
"What a crazy bitch," Husk comments blankly looking at you before peeking at Alastor's annoyed face making him raise his long brow.
You tilt you head to the side confused, before Charlie would come in and say that she’d explain it to you.
A few weeks gone by, and you didn’t stop pestering your ex with things he hated when you couldn’t get enough of the expressions on his face. You loved seeing him get so angry with you, you just loved getting on his nerve. Or it could be some fucked up enjoyment of how you remembered being eaten by him half dead that sent chills to your body every time.
“That’s it! I’ve had enough of your shit!” he yells bursting in flames.
“Oh, what? Cat got your tongue baby boy?” you teased him hands behind your back trying to annoy him.
“Oh, fuck you!” he screams as he runs forward at you trying to land a punch which you jump away from effortlessly.
He eventually tires himself out and sees you giving the deer demon googly eyes that ticks him off. He loads up a fire blast and shoots it at Alastor. You intercepted it in between not noticing him following behind it and takes hold of you neck choking you.
“Not bad,” you wheeze out with a wicked grin, setting him off and squeezing your neck tighter.
He fails to notice the black portal underneath him where a black tentacle reaches out to his ankle and wraps around his body, making him let go off you.
“I’d rather you not mess with my property if I were you,” Alastor announces menacingly as he had you in his arms. You feel starstruck as you were being princess carried and being defended by the one you admired. “I don’t like sharing, so this is my last warning for both of you to not get involved with each other.”
“Yes, sir! Anything for you!” you scream your heart out that felt like it was beginning to burst out of your chest and leap in your throat, while you give him heart eyes that he ignored, while he brought both of you to his chambers.
"Are you finally going to eat me, Sir Alastor?"
"Shut your mouth before I stitch it up for you."
"Yes, sir! I love you! 💕"
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darling--core · 1 year
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. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere bully ] ˎˊ˗
requested as second highest right after business ceo, here's yandere bully! i'll probably reblog him tomorrow before i publish the 'first time with the yans' post even though i dont think ive ever self reblogged before?? i just wanna make sure u guys know who he is before the big post!! 💕 he doesn't have a name yet either im sorry 😫
as usual, this is a gn post~ this one is sfw but im like 99% sure nothing else involving this guy will ever be sfw unless it's requested lmao.
gn reader x male yandere bully 💕
tws: yandere behavior, bullying/harrasment, he's general a giant asshole, intimidation & threats,
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💌 the yandere bully has known you since elementary school, but the teasing and harassment and bullying didn't even start until around middle school. high school was the worst of it, of course. for you, anyway.
💌 it started because he hated the way you made him feel. he didn't understand it, not in middle school, not high school, not now. your stupid face makes his chest feel tight, when he overhears your laughing it makes him feel hot. you ruin his day every fucking day, so he'll do the same to you.
💌 at first, he was just mean. rude words said in passing, about how your clothes were dumb and your hair was a mess and you voice was annoying. the way you looked at him made his heart squeeze, and that only made him more angry. he didn't like you! it wasn't fair!
💌 he really had no choice but to ramp it up. you just kept reacting to him in the worst ways, making him feel all fuzzy in the head! he hated it. he couldn't stand it. his only hope was to drive you as far away from him as possible (even though the idea of never seeing you again made him feel sick to his stomach).
💌 in high school, it was much more than just snide comments. he would go out of his way to say shit, smack books out of your hands (possibly just to see you bend over and pick them up), slam your locker door as soon as you opened it, break the lock on your locker, shove you if you got to close to him in the halls.
💌 he didn't always mean to do that one. he just couldn't handle you walking that close to him.
💌 plus, he really hit a growth spurt in high school. he got bigger than you by a lot, which really upped his intimidation factor. (while also somehow being a negative; you were so small compared to him now, not as tall or strong. how was he supposed to stop obsessing over how easily he could pick you up? or manhandle you)
💌 eventually, he started stealing things from you. it both pissed you off, and gave him something to obsess over. many of your objects that went missing were destroyed, hidden in a shoe box under his bed. he couldn't handle it, having something of yours. it made him feel too many things he didn't want to feel.
💌 one day, his self control almost completely snapped. you had just looked so fucking good all day, how dare you? by lunch he couldn't take it. he cornered you in the empty hallway outside the bathrooms and caged you up against the wall, leaning down close to snarl at you about how dumb you look in that outfit (translation: please never wear that again, i cant keep getting hard in class.)
💌 he could smell your shampoo from here. this was a terrible, terrible idea. you were so close he could touch you, any part of you, and what would you do about it? fuck, he's going insane. is the room spinning or is that just him?
💌 you're not safe outside of school either. if you run into him anywhere, he'll torment you. mostly because he's afraid of you finding out he was definitely following you, a habit he picked up in sophomore year.
💌 he follows you home, watches you and your friends go out, everything. the whole time he's seething, but can't figure out if its you or the people your with he's more angry at. why can't you just stay away from other people?
💌 if you think you'll be safe after graduation? you're dead wrong. no, by now he's realized that he can't live without you. can barely breathe without you. the lines between love and hate, obsession and rage, are extremely thin, and he's done trying to figure out which side he's on. all he knows is that you take up every thought, every square inch of space in his mind. it's all you, you, you.
💌 so he found out what college you were going to, and applied to the same one. he's a bully, not a delinquent; he gets pretty solid grades, so he can swing almost anything. he'll cheat and lie if he has to.
💌 he'll follow you anywhere if he has to. he doesn't care. you're his, in the most twisted way you can imagine, and he's not letting you get away that easily.
💌 he'll do anything to make sure you never forget him, just like he can never forget you.
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xoxo mazzy @ darling--core 🎀
remember reblogging helps writers & creators! please reblog if you liked and want more content like this in the future💕
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weebsinstash · 9 months
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As much as I want to have children by this man, let's take a moment to sip our platonic yandere Miguel juice
-i can't decide which sex he'd be more partial to in a 'child'/you since in the movie there was Gabriella but in the comics he eventually has a son who becomes the next Spiderman but--
-as a girl i just naturally think of a lot of those sorts of gender specific ideas 👉👈 he's this big scary hulking intimidating threat and his "daughter" is the one melting his cold exterior
-doesnt matter if you're a grown ass woman, Miguel sees you struggling to braid your hair and suddenly here he is, full dad mode, doing it for you,and depending on how close you two are, maybe he disguises it with "ugh, stop spending so much time messing around with that. If I do it for you will you get back to work? 🙄", but really it's just your new self proclaimed dad/tio wanting to help braid your hair and help you feel pretty and, oh, how he can fondly remember the last time he helped braid "his daughter's" hair...
-of course this evolves to him just loving to do things with your hair. Braid it, wear it natural, style it, use products on it, hes got you. you were just trying to put your hair in a lazy updo like a ponytail or bun and this man doesn't let you leave until he's got you completely combed out, hair braided with ribbons, and of course this entire time youre awkwardly sitting there in a chair in his absolute cave of a workstation with this gargantuan 6'9 man there, "so how was your day? Staying out of trouble?"
-really I mean. Is stealing other people's kids NOT technically in character for him. You're unfortunate enough to trauma bond with this man and you're never getting rid of him
-you hear Miles Morales call him tio (as in the tio meaning dude) and you jokingly teasingly start calling him tio, which Miguel secretly pretends is the version that means uncle. You're just constantly joking around or looking up at him with these big pouty eyes, "but tio 🥺 can't I PLEASE--" and its like. Lmao people know that if they need to ask Miguel for a favor, that it increases their chances to have you ask in their stead
- I mean, as a female adult abused as a child by my own father, raised by a single mom myself, like...
Reader flinches away when Peter B goes to give you a supportive pat on the back or comes in for a high five after a mission and you force yourself to laugh because you're feeling more than just a little awkward and in the spotlight. "Oh, sorry, that was dumb!" And they eventually get you to kind of anxiously word vomit "my dad used to just kind of, rough me up sometimes when I did something wrong! It-it could've been a lot worse honestly, but, it-it just makes me kinda jumpy around guys sometimes! It's not a big deal, or personal or anything. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad 🥺"
Peter B, Jessica, and Miguel all there as older parental figures and also literal parents, immediately exchange looks and agree like "oh hell naw, don't like that" and you get silently adopted by all three of em right then and there
-if it's a physically abusive father and you're still the victim of abuse, I imagine your dad had some suspicious figures suddenly show up in the middle of the night to terrify and threaten the shit out of him and suddenly you aren't getting as manhandled anymore
-can you imagine, like, you show up to Spider Society one day with a black eye "oh, this? It's, it's nothing. My dad is just, he's about to make police captain and he's really stressed about it is all" cue all your friends mentally high fiving around the table because your abusive piece of shit dad is going to die and you don't even know. When it happens they'll all be "oh no, sweetie, I'm SOOOO sorry :(" meanwhile they're thrilled bc now you don't have any parents and they can weasel in there as your new family, schedule your birthday parties, monopolizing more of your time, things like that
-goddd I just imagine it could become some kind of weird fucked up enmeshed scenario where the structure it's providing for your life is actually good for you meanwhile Miguel is like, retroactively kind of soothing some of his trauma both from his own childhood and what happened with the second universe he broke that it's just like. You're a grown ass adult and this man is tucking you in goodnight and saying "te amo, mija" at the doorway and you bet his ass is going to stand there and not let you sleep until you say it back. He knows you're just absolutely seething at him and he'll still refuse to leave without a grumbling "te amo, papá 🙄"
-He eventually just has you doing so much shit and depending on him so much that it starts to become second nature to you. one day you're in the Society doing one of the odd jobs you're allowed to help with and suddenly you're thinking, "Ugh I actually don't know what to do next, I wish Papá was here to-- WAIT SHIT NO I MEAN MIGUEL--"
-lmaooooo as a non Spanish speaker I keep thinking of how awwwwwful it would be if he actually forces you to learn Spanish. Not inherently because there's anything wrong with Spanish, but, I'm not always smart, and I can just SEE him quizzing your ass, forcing you to have entire conversations in Spanish, always clicking his tongue or chuckling at you when you make a mistake and he just thinks you're so cute struggling to learn 🥰 man hears you're trying to take extra lessons from Miles and he instantly drops everything he's doing to go track the little scamp down. Insert meme "I can forgive being an anomaly but I draw the line at teaching Reader bad Spanish"
-siiiiiiigh eventually the day comes when you're in big danger and you need his help, maybe you disobeyed him and was hanging out with some other Spiders in another dimension when there was a sudden villain attack, and he comes to your rescue as a villain does something dramatic like has a gun to your head or a knife to your neck and the second you see him you're just overwhelmed wirh a sense of relief, calling out for him, calling him dad/tio/papá whatever, and he's just like 😭❤️ pumping his fist internally, like YES you are so grounded when you get back home but also 🥰 you finally called him dad without him having to twist your arm 🥰 nevermind if the "villain" who kidnapped you was actually a Spider who owed him a favor, and this whole thing was to teach you a lesson about listening to your Papá, that's not important ❤️
-Miguel who forces you to learn Spanish vs Miguel who forces you to be Catholic. I can excuse kidnapping and forced adoption but I draw the line at making me practice religion 💀 no but seriously, he probably does have certain morals and values he instills/forces upon you if he thinks you need them, and he'll probably be one of those fathers, "are you leaving the house dressed like that? Go change" and orders you not to hang out with certain people he doesn't approve of or thinks have bad character (like hobie lmao)
-bruh you two will be on a super serious important mission and this man will be like "it's dark, hold my hand so we dont get separated"
Eventually it comes to a point where you're, not perfectly behaved but, just about. If someone finds Miguel, it means you're not very far away, or vice versa. Members of the Society quickly learn not to make any advances on you or make any "adult" comments unless they want to get suspiciously hurt during a personal training session by the big boss himself. You think you're safe just cause Miguel isn't around? Nah, cause then you have Peter B and Jess keeping an eye on you, and, not that YOU'RE aware of the extent, but, if Miguel ever gets worried, he can just ask Lyla what you've been getting up to, since your modified little daypass has her installed into it and she can track your every move ❤️ helicopter parent? Oh honey, you have NO idea...
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tommydarlings · 2 years
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Ruined Makeup | b.h
pairing: dom!billy x sub!reader
warnings: smut, cnc, dacryphila, spitting, slapping, choking, hair pulling, name calling, oversimulation, dumbification, billy is reaaaally mean in this
w/c: 1.5k (lmao I got totally carried away)
summary: billy loves seeing you all fucked out with mascara running down your cheeks.
masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me! <3
The wood of the floor was a bit uncomfortable under your naked knees but that was the last worry you had at the moment.
"Where's your mascara?" Billy asked you sternly as he looked down at your fragile figure kneeling infront of him. You looked at your boyfriend with pure confusion written over your face. Why the hell does he want to have your mascara right now?
"Uhm, second drawer, I think" you answered him as you thought about all the possible things why he would need your mascara for now.
Directly after billy found your black mascara, he grabbed it and closed the drawer kind of aggressively. He bend down right infront of your kneeling stature before he muttered deeply,
"Open up your eyes for me" you had a questioning look on your face but it's billy motherfucking (literally) hargrove, and who are you to disobey him? So, you opened your eyes wider so that he would be able to apply the dark mascara on your lashes.
To your surprise, Billy was actually pretty gentle with applying the mascara and was pretty careful not to poke your eye out or something like that.
"Good girl, perfect" he praised you as you sat still for him while he did his job. Next, he closed the mascara again and threw it carelessly away. "Hey! Be careful with-"
"Shut up" he growled as he grabbed your jaw tightly and squeezed it a bit together. "Do you even know why I just put some mascara on your pretty lashes, or are you already to fucking dumb to even know that?" to be honest, yes, yes you were that fucking dumb because you really had no clue."You really are that fucking dumb already, huh?" he laughed sadistically before he basically 'threw' your jaw to the side and gripped your neck firmly as he pressed you harshly up against your closet. You clutched your own tiny hand around his big one as you tried to losen his grip a bit but it was completely useless to fight against him.
"aww, is she to weak, hmm?" he whisperd quietly as he squeezed your throat a bit tighter. "It's okay baby, shh, it's okay" he murmured gently as he starred into your eyes with a emotion you couldn't really read.
"You still got no idea why I put mascara on your lashes?" he asked you once again but you couldn't do anything expect to shake your head as much as you could from side to side, signaling a tiny 'no'.
"hmm, that's a shame, isn't it babydoll?" he questioned you as he slowly loosened his grip on your throat.
"Should I explain to my dumb little kitten why I put mascara on her lashes?" you nodded with your head as you waited for his answer patiently.
"Because I wanna look what her pretty little face looks like when mascara is running down her wet cheeks. When tears are flowing out of her eyes while she's begging me to stop. I wanna watch how the mascara is completely destroying that innocent look she's always wearing on her face like the perfect little girl that we all know she is not, I know your a slut who just wants to get fucked until she can't even speak properly anymore, I know that baby, believe me I know" he told you quietly as you began to grow nervous.
"get on the bed" he muttered to you before you stood up and went, again, into kneeling position on your bed. "On all fours" he ordered you demandingly as you faced now the mirror that you had behind your bed.
"I love your pretty face babydoll, belive me, but today I don't want to see it until it's ruined with my spit, our cum and your wonderful tears" he said right before he pushed his hard cock in your already wet pussy and started to thrust in and out of you.
"ahhh, fucking hell" you cried out into your pillow as Billy picked up the pace. "Fucking shit dollface, this pussy was fucking made for me to fuck it endlessly, isn't that right, huh? Answer me" he demanded loudly as he suddenly pushed your face further into the pillow with his hand and tilted his head so he would look down at your figure. "Y-yes! Yes, that's r-right billy" you whimpered louder and louder as you felt your orgam approaching you quickly.
"wanna cum lil slut? Huh? Wanna cum all over my cock you pathetic useless lil thing?" he asked you aggressively as he pushed your sweaty face more and more into your big pillow. Billy looked down and tried to focus on the feeling of his wet cock slipping in and out of your poor hole, he laughed hatefully as he picked up his pace and thew his own head back, taking the pleasure he was feeling from sliding in and out of your cunt all in. You screamed out in pain and pleasure as he changed the angle a bit. "Oh fuck, p-please, please!" you screamed as you felt your orgam only seconds away.
"C'mon slut, fuck yourself dumb on my cock, let it all out" he muttered quietly into your ear as he didn't stop fucking you ruthlessly with his cock from behind.
"stop billy, s-stop" you cried out as you felt how tears were dripping down your cheeks onto the pillow. "Oh I'm not done with you baby, not yet" he whisperd right before he grabbed you wildly by the back of your neck and twisted his hand roughly into your messy hair as he made you look at your fucked up face in the mirror.
"Fucking hell, look at you doll, look at that tear stained face, look at the beautiful mascara running down your cheeks, completely ruining that inncont little face of yours, you look like a fucked out lil slut, you hear me? your just enjoying fucking yourself stupid on my cock don't you? Yes you do babydoll, I know you do. C'mon, don't stop, go on fucking yourself to tears on my cock, fuck yourself dumb."
"Please s-stop, I-I can't anymore-"
"You can and you will, I'm gonna fuck this pussy dumb, you understand me? Fuck. it. dumb" he said in a singing kind of voice just to mock you before he started to rub your sensitive clit with his fingertips.
"No! n-no, please, I'm begging y-you, please s-stop, I c-can't give you another- oh my fucking shit!" you cried out in pain but also pleasure. "It's t-too much billy, it's-"
"Shut the fuck up and take it slut, let me fuck your pretty little head dumb, would you?" he asked you with a cruel smile painted on his lips. "Look in the mirror" he ordered quietly. You didn't even understand anything anymore, you were stuttering like a lil baby trying to say it's first words. He twisted his hand harder into your sweaty hair and pulled your head up so you would stare right into the mirror.
"Look in the fucking mirror, you already so fucked that you can't even follow a simple task like that? I'm disappointed" he shook his head in pure disappointment while he laughed watching your body and especially your face in the reflection of the mirror. He moved his one hand so it was right infront of your mouth. "spit" he ordered quietly. You slowly collected a ball of spit in your mouth before you opened your mouth and let it run from your tounge down onto his open palm. "good girl" he praised you quickly before he took his hand back and pulled his dick out of your used hole for a few seconds.
"Don't s-stop please-"
"Oh now you want me to go on? You were literally begging me five minutes ago to stop and now you don't want me to stop using your pussy for my pleasure? Pathetic, fucking pathetic" he growled loudly as he collected some of your guys cum on his hand with your spit and entered your with cum filled cunt again. Billy leaned his body slightly forward and wiped one of the many tears away that were rolling down your face with his thumb before he grabbed your jaw with the other hand. "look up for me" he demanded quietly but clearly. Suddenly he slapped you right across the face with his spit and cum covered hand and laughed spitefully before he roughly stuffed his fingers into your open mouth and made you gag on them with a smirk on his face. Right after gagging you, he decided that he fucked your mouth long enough with his fingers and grabbed your face again and made you look in the mirror as he whisperd into your ear.
"Told ya you would fuck yourself utterly dumb while you face is covered in your tears, my spit and our cum"
And fucking hell was he right.
Because when you looked over your should to take a quick glanze at him, only then you realized that he wasn't even moving his hips anymore. You were fucking yourself absolutely dumb on his cock. Only you.
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; what are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have sex with her boyfriend?
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jimin x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: best friend's boyfriend au, angst, fluff, smut
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), protected sex, breast play
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+
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𝐚/𝐧: I've decided to rewrite and repost this entire series. It's one of my first series on this blog, have been put on-hold for the longest time ever. It still is... not gonna lie, rewriting this story brought me mixed feelings about this. I'm not sure if it's worth posting and writing – so please if you like this story let me know! The future of this story depends on you (literally) because I've been thinking about deleting it. I'm just not sure if ppl will like it, so if you do please let me know. Don't ask me how I came up with this story idea lmao I don't even know but I always come out with the weirdest ideas ever.
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𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ (links to be added)
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“What?!”
The scream rips out of your throat, loud enough to make your best friend cringe at the loudness of your tone. But you don't care. You don't seem to focus enough to care. No other words leaving your mouth while you stare completely shocked at her. You just can't seem to believe what she just said. Your rapidly beating heart says it all.
No, you must've heard her wrong. She definitely didn't say it and you misunderstood her. That's right. But then she speaks again, repeating her once said words that make you stop breathing.
“I want you to sleep with my boyfriend.” she says like it's nothing. She makes it sound as if she’s asking you to water her plants or some other dumb request.
“What the fuck?!” Horrified by her words, you scream again. “Oh my god. I know what’s happening.” you say with a hand over your chest, where you can feel every beat your heart makes.
“You know?” she asks, genuinely surprised with her eyebrows raised.
You nod. “You’re pranking me, aren’t you? It’s because I gave you vodka instead of water you asked for that one time. You’re pranking me back.” you laugh as you shake your head.
She looks at you dumbfounded looking at your crazy state. You're laughing like a maniac, wiping your non-existed tears as she only stares.
“Woah, you almost got me!”
“I’m not pranking you, Y/N. I’m serious.” she says with an absolutely serious face expression.
Your smile drops as you check her face. There's a beat of silence. You've never been more confused than you're now. Nevertheless, you still wait for her abrupt laugh, telling I got you or anything that could prove her prank worked. But she doesn’t. In fact, she doesn't do anything as her features twist into a slight worry. She isn’t the type to prank anyone anyway. Staring right back at her, you find nothing but seriousness and that's when you know. 
She’s telling the truth. This is no prank.
“W-wait... are you serious?”
“Hundred percent yes. Let me explain this to you. I know it sounds crazy.”
“You think? This is the craziest shit you’ve ever said and you said a ton of it.” you deadpan, ignoring her silent laugh.
“I know this sounds really crazy and you’re probably thinking what the fuck did I just tell you...” she trails off but then suddenly laughs once she has a perfect view of your wide eyes and open mouth. What the hell is she on? Has she been doing drugs?
“I-I don’t get it.”
“Well, the thing is.. me and Jimin haven’t been really sexually active.” she starts explaining, your head shaking in a shock.
“I still don’t get it.” you interrupt her, causing her to roll her eyes while silently telling you to shut up with her expression.
“If you would just shut up and listen to me.”
“Okay I’m really curious how you’ll explain this.” you remark.
“We haven’t had sex for like months. Since I’m on birth control, I don’t know why but I don’t really want to have sex. The thing is I get horny but not to the point I want to act on it. I already tried to consult with my gynecologist but she just told me it’s completely normal for me to feel this way and that it has something to do with hormones or whatever,” she explains, not forgetting to roll her eyes as she sighs before continuing.
“She told me it’ll stop eventually. I already tried different birth controls. Jimin suggested I should stop using it but I don’t want to get knocked up. I feel much safer with birth control. But lately... we’ve been having these arguments about it. I kind of lashed out at him telling him he can fuck whoever he wants and I wouldn’t care. I’d just get so annoyed everytime he wanted to have sex. And I feel so bad because it’s not Jimin’s fault. I should be able to please him but blowjobs don't cut it this time. It’s just not enough.”
You blink, trying to let her words sink in. Once you get yourself together, at least enough to process her words, you lick your lips.
“But sex isn’t everything. You love each other so much and your relationship shouldn’t be based on sex.” you say truthfully while looking at her saddened face.
Now that the shock is fading away, you realize she's absolutely serious and this goes much deeper than you thought. All of this makes her frustrated.
“I know. Jimin is the kindest person I know. He told me that it’s okay and we don’t have to have sex but I know how much sexually frustrated he is. I feel like I’m such a bad girlfriend. After our argument we had this long conversation about it and then I was kind of thinking about you,” she says, her eyes nervously flicking to yours as you blink at her with a terrified look. “ You haven’t gotten laid in a long time always complaining how you’re not interested in having sex with a complete stranger. And I know you mentioned Jimin’s hot in the past so..”
“So what? You want me to have sex with him just because I said he’s hot? I said that about tons of men already.” And she doesn't see you having sex with all of them.
“Yeah but he thinks you’re hot as well.”
“What?”
What did she say? She has shocked you already too much today. You swear you're about to have a heart attack.
“He told me before we got into a relationship.”
That’s right. Mina and Jimin started as friends with benefits. They still slept with other people but after some time they became exclusive. After that they started dating and here they are. In a relationship completely in love.
“The thing is I know that you’re one of the kindest people I know. You always had my back and helped me with everything and I’m so grateful for you! And I know that you’ll not catch any feelings for Jimin.”
“I’m not that sexually frustrated that I need to have sex with your boyfriend. That’s ridiculous.” you say, sounding almost offended. “I barely know him.”
It's true. There are a few occasions where you and him see each other. Most of them happen at Mina's place and he happened to come there while you were there as well. It's not like you and him haven't talked. You do talk – casually but that's it. Nothing more. Plus, you're already busy with school and the only person you get to hang out in your free time is Mina. And Mina only. Well, there's Yoongi too – your other very close friend.
You could probably count on your fingers how many conversations you've had with Jimin. Not many, that's for sure. Most of the stuff you know about him is from Mina anyway. It's not like Jimin shares his personal life with you.
“That’s why it wouldn’t be so weird.” she says and you look at her completely dumbfounded by her words. Is she high? “I know it doesn’t make any sense right now.”
“I’m still shocked this isn't a prank.” you admit while you play with your nails. “Won’t you be jealous knowing me and Jimin are having sex?” The sudden thought crosses your mind. Not that you're seriously considering this stupid plan of hers!
“It’s just a one time thing. And no. I already told you how desperate I am. I need your help but I know how weird of me it is to ask you of this. You don’t have to do it. I’ll completely understand you. But you’re the only person I trust with Jimin.”
“B-but what about him? Isn’t this weird for him too?”
“Actually he had a pretty much similar reaction to yours when I first proposed this. He was hesitating about this but then he agreed to it.”
“I-I don’t know what to say to be honest.”
“Here, drink this.” she says, giving you your cup of tea she made for you. “I know you probably need something stronger than tea.” She tries to joke.
“Damn right. I could use a bottle of vodka right now.” you mumble before you take a few sips of your tea which by the way – doesn't calm your nerves. Not even one bit.
It feels like your head is about to blow up. Never in a million years you've imagined Mina would come for help about something like this. You do appreciate that she shares such a personal matter with you. But you're still not quite sure why she wants you to help. Sure, she explained herself and you're not dumb to not notice how much this truly frustrates you. But still. This has to be the dumbest ask of help you've ever experienced.
Averting your gaze elsewhere, your mind goes spiral and your thoughts wander to the mentioned man.
Jimin is handsome. There’s no secret in that.
You remember the first time you saw him. It was at a party and your mouth dropped once you were met at his sharp jaw, black hair and thick lips. All of these features make him mesmerizing and unique. After the party, you saw him in your art class but you've never talked to each other during it. He remained this mysterious guy everyone was looking and drooling at. Only if you would've known him a little bit more, you could've said you had a tiny crush on him. But can you say you had it? You didn't even know his full name back then.
And then Mina met him.
Somehow they bumped into each other and soon enough, they started to have this weird friends-with-benefits relationship. You've never drooled at him anymore. It didn't feel appropriate. Not when your best friend was having sex with him at any opportunity. It felt weird to think about him that way. Of course, he never stopped being a hot piece of man – you're not blind. You've blocked every nearly inappropriate thought of him.
Mina's voice cuts off your thoughts of her boyfriend.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. Not at all. I’m okay with whatever answer you’ll give me. I just had to try this with you because I’m so desperate. It’s been months since we had sex.” Her eyes turn glossy, sounding just as desperate as she says she is.
Knowing your best friend you're aware that this is something deep. This really must’ve bothered her when she came with this to you. She wouldn’t ask this of anyone else. Not when she’s completely in love with Jimin.
Have you ever imagined having sex with Jimin? Yes.
But do you still want it when he’s your best friend’s boyfriend? Not so sure anymore.
That sounds completely fucked up. Even if she seems to be okay with it.
Even when you don't want to admit it – Mina was right. You haven’t had sex for couple of months as well. You just didn’t want to hook up with someone you don't know, even if there were many opportunities for you to do so. You've always been picky about your taste and sex partners.
The last time you had sex was with your ex and that’s it. You've never had sex with someone who you weren’t dating with. It just wasn’t your thing. Still isn't.
What should you do? The decision is up to you. You could simply tell her no and then you would never have to talk about this again. But the desperation filling her face and the lack of sex in your life beg to differ. There's seriously something wrong with you because you catch yourself considering this. As if it already wasn't enough, Jimin's plump lips make their way into your brain. Argh! There's undeniable guilt pinching deep inside your chest because you're thinking about his lips when he's Mina's boyfriend. You can't help it.
Just the thought of seeing Jimin naked and feeling his skin against yours makes your skin hot already. Mina has opened the closed door now. Under different circumstances, you would've never dared to think of Jimin like this. Not anymore.
The lack of excitement and lust in your busy life is the cause of this. You suddenly start to imagine how this one time thing can be beneficial to all three of you.
Much to your surprise, you shock yourself and Mina when you mutter; “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Mina throws herself at you, clutching you to her body while you stay frozen, not being able to react in any way. You've no idea how this is going to go.
You are hoping you won’t regret your decision. This sounds already fucked up.
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It takes only two days for Mina to set up a meeting with Jimin. You hate how businessy that sounds. Mina's idea consists of you and Jimin meeting somewhere alone, right before you jump straight to it. You're not sure if there's a point of getting to know each other a little bit better. However, she does have a point in making you two talk and make sure this is what you both want. You're not opposed to that. You definitely want to hear Jimin's opinion about this. Plus, Mina has never failed to remind you that you can back out whenever you want.
Even though you've tried to calm down your nerves and tried to tell yourself that this doesn't have to be any more awkward and weird than it already is – you just can't seem to shake off the nervosity flowing through your body. You're supposed to meet your best friend's boyfriend, talking about potentially hooking up together.
Mina gave Jimin your number which resulted in him texting you first. You don't think you could've made the first step. Not that it's required of you. It's them, well Mina, who came to you for help. As much as you'll get something out of this, potentially, they're the first ones who need help. It's not like you need one. All of this could be beneficial to you too.
Besides, you'll see how you and Jimin will get along and how the entire conversation will go.
You've agreed to meet at a local coffee shop, trying to keep it as casual as possible.
You wouldn't lie if you said you haven't considered backing out before even meeting Jimin. You're still not sure if you can face him and act all casual about this. In the end, you decide to keep your cool and at least try to see where all of this is going. Plus, you would feel bad for standing up Jimin. Or anyone who would be in his place.
Still, you nervously swallow as soon as you find Jimin sitting at a table, waiting for you. His phone is in his hand as he browses through it for a moment, just before he puts it back on the table and looks up. Your eyes lock shortly after and you realize there's no backing out now. You have to get there and meet him.
Maybe Jimin can sense your nervous state, or sees the way you hesitate but then he sends you a wide smile, waving you over. Gosh, you feel so weird. Not trying to block the entrance, you walk up to the table where he sits before you plop on the opposite side of him.
Seeing him this closer causes a lump to create in your throat. You're aware of his eyes on you as you pull out your phone out of the pocket of your jeans, trying to busy yourself before you have to truly face him. But all of this takes seconds and you're forced to lift your eyes up.
Brown hair parted in the middle, his eyes crinkle at the ends as he speaks softly; “Hi.”
It's been a while since you've heard him. Damn, you haven't seen him for weeks. That's if you don't count the art class you share. But even there, you barely paid any attention to each other.
“Hey,” you gulp, swallowing down the nervosity.
Before you can say anything more, the waitress comes to your table to take your orders. You order the first thing that crosses your mind which is a cherry tea. Jimin orders the exact same order looking slightly nervous. He doesn’t even look at the menu automatically saying 'same as her’.
“So,” he starts, chuckling and for the first time, you notice he's nervous too. “I don’t even know how to start. This is so weird.” he admits.
That makes you crack a grin.
“Tell me something about it. I thought I would run away as soon as I came here.” you laugh at yourself. Jimin joins your laughter, his top teeth sinking into his bottom juicy lip. God dammit.
“I’m going to be honest with you. I already know what my answer is and I’m not gonna change it. But if you feel like you want to back out you always can. I don’t want you to think this is something you have to do. Not for me or Mina. That’s our shit we pulled you into.” he says almost the exact same words as Mina. They both wanted you to know you don’t have to do this. And you know. God, you know - but you still want to do it.
“I know,” you smile at his caring gaze he is giving you. “But is this really something you want to do?” you ask just to be sure.
He smiles a little bit at your question. “I’m not going to lie. When Mina came to me with this idea I freaked out. But then it sounded kinda… good in some weirdest way possible. I love Mina but this is something we both agreed on.”
“Yeah, but like... I’m her best friend. Isn’t that weird?”
“It is. But I don’t really know you that much, no offense. I know you’re her best friend. She never shuts up about you but at the same time I don’t know you. No offense.” he says again, checking your reaction as if he's waiting for you to get offended.
“None taken.” you chuckle when he protectively puts his hands in front of him.
“So do you want to do this?” he asks, tone dropping lower as he stares into your eyes.
You bite your lip and without thinking you nod.
“Words. I need words Y/N.” Your name from his lips already sounds addicting.
“I do. I want this.” you speak softly, giving him the exact answer he wanted. He smirks a little bit, his sweet behavior changing to a cocky one for a bit.
You shake yourself out of the daze before it can erupt as you find your voice again.
“This is just a one time thing, right?”
“Of course.” he immediately agrees.
What kind of mess did you get yourself into?
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It’s the D-day.
That sounds awful.
It’s time for you to have sex with Jimin. That sounds even more awful. You feel completely nauseous and nervous. But not in the way that makes you want to turn around. It probably sounds ridiculous and considering the situation and relationship between all three of you – you trust Jimin. You might not know him well enough, but he's familiar. He's no stranger. And from Mina's words back from the days they only hooked up, there is something to be excited for.
Which reminds you that Mina is working her shift, aware of you and Jimin hooking up today. You still can't believe she's fine with all of this and after numerous questions of whether she's sure of this or not, she has finally managed to convince you that yes, she is more than fine.
Since they relationship has started with sex, there's a chance that it's not important to their relationship that much anymore. You're not sure how they'll solve this in the future. Will Jimin fuck other girls?
Before you can burden your already ready-to-burst brain, you knock on Jimin's front door. Your jeans work as the best surface for you to wipe your sweaty hands against.
Why the hell are you constantly so nervous? Is it because you're about to have a sex for the first time in a while? Or is it because it's with Jimin out of all people? You're not sure.
The door opens and reveals Jimin.
He's wearing jeans with a black belt, with a matching black shirt tucked into them. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, exposing his forehead and brows to you as he shoots you a polite smile. “Hey.”
“Hi,” you almost stutter, but still give yourself a mental high-five for not stuttering.
Jimin eyes stay on your for a moment. He can probably see your nervous state. Hell, you aren’t even hiding it. You can’t but you wish you could.
“Please come in.” he says politely instead, moving to the side as he gives you a space for you to come in.
The moment you step inside, Jimin closing the door softly behind you, you note the scent of wood and something sweet. You can't put a finger on what it is, but it smells really nice.
Understandably, you've never been to his place. There wasn't any need to – let alone the opportunity. As you take off your shoes and let Jimin guide you deeper into his place, you silently take it in. You will give him points for a good taste in furniture and decoration. You're not sure what you've expected – not that you thought about what his place looks like – it still takes you by surprise. It's quite surprising seeing his home so beautiful. It's definitely modern with a personal touch of Jimin. Most men's homes are usually a big mess.
“Do you live alone?” you ask behind him, slowly following him.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you feel alone here all by yourself?” you ask curiously once you stop in the living room. Jimin motions for you to sit on the white couch and you obey, seating yourself on the soft mattress.
“Mina is here most of the time, so no.” he answers.
Your movements stop for a moment at the mention of your best friend.
“Oh, sorry. I should not mention her right now.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head as he gives you an apologetic look. He sits on the other end of the couch, looking more comfortable with his arm stretched over the headrest.
“Why not? She’s your girlfriend after all.” you say, shrugging your shoulders. You assure him that it's okay and there's no need for him to act like Mina is not existing. However, it is weird no matter what. The last thing you want to be reminded of before having sex is Mina. You already feel so fucking weird about this and him talking about your best friend doesn’t really help.
“She is but due to our circumstances it’s not fair to you,” he says, “Do you want anything to drink? Water, coffee? Maybe some alcohol?”
He wants you to feel as comfortable as you can. If giving you some alcohol would help, then so be it. You kindly shake your head though. “Nah, I’m good.”
He nods as awkward silence surrounds you. You both look at each other and suddenly start to laugh. “This is so awkward. Are we supposed to jump right into it?” you ask laughing at how ridiculous this situation is.
“I mean.. we could. I don’t mind.” he surprises you with his words. Especially how simply they fall out of his lips.
Staring at each other, something stirs deeply inside your stomach and you recognize the little excitement. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you smile. “I suppose we could.”
He offers you his hand which you gladly take. His hands clasps around yours without interweaving your fingers. He leads you into his bedroom which is even more beautiful than the living room. He has a massive bed at the end of his room. Two night tables on each side. Big closet with mirror opposite of it. You can see some art decorating his walls but it still looks minimal.
“A-are we.. you know.. in here?” Great, you've stuttered.
“You know. You can say it straight away you don’t have to sugarcoat it.” he chuckles a little bit while closing the door behind you.
“Fine. Are we gonna fuck here?” you ask straight away and look his way.
He has a little smirk on his plump lips which he licks.
“That’s how I like it,” he mumbles more to himself. “We could move to the living room or any place you’d like.” he suggests while your cheeks burn. Did he just implied you could fuck perhaps in the kitchen if you wanted to? He absolutely did.
“No, this is fine.” you say after a while. You are more fine with this actually. You just feel weird thinking this is where he and Mina sleep together.
“I know what you’re thinking. Me and Mina haven’t had sex for so long. But you already know that.”
How is he able to read you so well when he barely knows you? “That’s why I’m here.” you say quietly walking to his bed. You touch his silky sheets which must’ve cost fortune.
“Do you want to back out?” he asks suddenly. You turn around finding him staring at you with his dark eyes. His stare changes. He isn’t looking at you innocently and friendly like a few minutes ago. You can see one thing you were sure of. Lust.
You bite your lower lip shaking your head.
“Words, Y/N.” he speaks sternly. You immediately remember the day when you met at the coffee shop. He wants you to say it out loud.
“Fuck me, Jimin.” you speak loud enough for him to quickly walk up to you.
Grabbing your face he presses your lips together. Other than being in complete awe that Park Jimin is kissing you now, you hold yourself back from moaning when his delicious soft lips taste way better than you've ever imagined. Mina is damn lucky. Your lips melt together so fast and you can’t breathe. The build up frustration of the lack of sex – on both parts – seem to get the best of you. Once Jimin pulls away to catch his breath, you both breathe heavily as he doesn't move away, pressing his forehead to yours instead. Your breath catches in your throat from the close proximity. You can smell his aftershave and fragrance that practically oozes from him. Not just that but the raunchy sex appeal as well. His lips taste like a cherry lip balm and there are traces of mouthwash on his tongue.
You wonder if this isn’t weird for Jimin. Kissing you while his girlfriend is away and she knows about this. This is so fucking weird but you can’t help yourself and kiss him again despite the lack of your oxygen. You don't know what gets to you. It's probably desperation. You don't want to talk about who he truly is. You don't want to think about Mina. You're doing this to enjoy this. You will treat him as he's just a normal guy, with no attachments to you or anyone you know.
Pushing him against his chest, he lets you push him down onto the mattress. He smirks at the dominance. You're trying to stay unaffected as you climb onto his lap. He lets you, hands hovering over your hips before he holds you there. The moment you sit down, your mouth opens once you can tell his cock is hardening. The bulge in his jeans is not that hard to notice now.
It's not like you're not wet. Fuck, you're dripping wet – you can already tell the discomfort between your legs. What you find ridiculous though, is the fact that you're not sure you've ever been this aroused and wet for your ex boyfriend.
He's barely touching you and your whole body is on fire, desperate to tear his clothes off to see what he's hiding beneath them. Jimin stares up at you, the little smirk still playing on his lips as he squeezes your hips. You start kissing his jaw and neck, inhaling secretly his scent again while you're careful not to leave any marks. A visible proof of what you're about to do – what you're already doing – is not something Mina should see. Even if she knows. You would feel like a complete idiot if she had to see Jimin and find any marks on her boyfriend.
Going back to his face and lps, you connect them again in a heated kiss even though you don’t want to kiss too much. Well, not that you don't want to but you're not sure if it seems right. After all – kissing is too intimate but you can’t help it. His lips are so addicting you always have to dive for another taste.
Your body screams for more, so you slowly grind yourself against his bulge. Throwing your head back at the sudden friction and slight relief it brings, you can't believe you're fucking doing this. Jimin is not unaffected either, he grunts as he squeezes your hips tighter, all while he helps you grind against him. He puts more pressure, leaving both of you gasping.
“Fucking hell.” he moans loudly, embarrassed how quickly out of control he is.
But you're too oblivious to his inner embarrassment, having no idea what he's been through despite Mina letting you the main problem. The truth is, his hand doesn't do its job anymore. Jerking off in the mornings or in the shower is not thrilling anymore. Not when he has a beautiful girlfriend, whom he has wanted to touch everytime she just laid beside him only in her underwear. He knows the lack of sex has made his hormones go crazy. That's understandable. It's not like he sees her as a sexual object, not at all. He was completely fine with the occasional blowjobs or handjobs (when she didn't want to mess up her make-up). But the truth is, sex might not be the most important part or thing in their relationship, it's still a key to a healthy relationship in some way.
And he did touch her. Sometimes. But it was more of him waiting for her to lash out at him. He is walking on eggshells when it comes to her. That eventually made both of them frustrated in their own ways.
He wanted to fuck his girlfriend so many times, but she was never in the mood.
But here you are. Grinding on his cock, looking like a perfect mixture of angel and devil at the same time. All of a sudden, he halts your movements and is met with your confused eyes.
“Okay you had your fun.” he chuckles deeply, biting harshly on his lower lip when he feels his hard cock poking you at your clothed entrance. You look just as fucked out, but you still find yourself to ask.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no,” he replies immediately. You are ready to laugh at that, but the only sound leaving your lips is yelping when he turns you over. He smirks when he sees your surprised stare by the sudden movement and how easily he has managed to flip you over. “My turn.” he rasps, diving his head to your neck.
Jimin mimics your movements from earlier. You suddenly feel him sucking your skin, too fucked out to tell him to stop. You don’t mind it. You find it so hot. You find him so hot.
“Is it okay for me to undress you?” he asks with a soft tone and gaze.
“Go ahead.” you nod at him.
You see his sweet smile before his fingers work on your button and zipper. You help him undress your jeans leaving you in your shirt and white underwear. You see him biting his lower lip again before he continues to take off your shirt. You are left in your underwear in seconds. The white bralette is complimenting your breasts and Jimin feels like salivating at the pure sight. Fuck, he needs to get himself together.
Jimin is unaware that you've picked your best underwear set you have in your closet. As much as he's not aware how guilty you feel for trying for him. You wanted to look good for him. It’s not like you want to seduce him. You just wanted to look your best. You still don’t understand what Jimin sees in you, or more accurately, why he had agreed to do this with you.
It seems like he wants to say something but he stops himself before pulling your panties down to your ankles. He tosses them on the floor not caring where they’re going to end. His gaze is locked up at your spread legs. Insecurity is already crawling through your whole body. You are about to clasp your legs when he stops you. Giving you a small smile seconds before he opens his mouth.
“Can I go down on you?” he asks suddenly. You lift your head and look at him surprisingly.
He wants to eat you out? Well damn, you're shocked again. You thought you’ll just have sex and that’s it. No foreplay. Not that you're complaining.
“Yes.” The answer comes immediately. And then you feel hot breath where you most need him.
He licks your pussy, having a taste of you. You moan loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure. You arch your back wanting nothing more than to touch him. But you know better and grab silky sheets instead.
“Oh my god!” you moan when you feel his tongue at your hole before he presses further. “Fuck Jimin!” You feel yourself clenching around his tongue.
He fucks you with his tongue, his two fingers pressing against your clit. He has experience, that's for sure. All this time you've craved someone else's touch and now you're getting it. You're way more sensitive which makes your orgasm approach faster than ever. You don't want it to end. Grabbing Jimin's hair and pulling onto them gently, still careful not to hurt him, you give him a silent plea of stopping. But he still keeps going, feeling you getting close.
“Stop, Jimin.” you moan and he immediately pulls away.
Mouth drenched in your wetness, his worried eyes are on you just as you breathe heavily, ignoring the feeling of disappointment your body feels. Your walls clench around nothing.
“Just fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.” you breathe, trying to calm down yourself. He immediately relaxes, something you notice just as he sits back on his knees.
“So greedy.” Chuckling he undresses himself.
You're watching his every movement while he watches your lustful gaze. He feel his chock twitching at your already fuck out state. You watch him pull his boxers off revealing his cock. You don’t know what you were expecting but damn is he thick. Knowing it's been a while since you've had sex, you wonder if he's going to fit.
“You mentioned you’re clean, right?” he asks, suddenly stroking his cock casually. You remember your conversation you had in the coffee shop. You both got tested and you’re both clean.
“Are you ready?” he asks for the last time.
You're about to nod, noticing the way he lifts up his brow as if he knew what you're about to do. Clearing your throat, you remember he wants to hear you.
“Yes.”
He chuckles at this knowing exactly what was going on inside your head.
He leans over you as he opens a drawer of his night stand. He pulls out a condom already ripping off the package. He gets back into his previous spot – he moves between your spread legs and puts the head of his cock at your entrance. “God, you’re so wet.” he says, almost fascinated.
You cringe at yourself when you find yourself almost saying just for you. He gathers some of the wetness onto his cock. He is about to tease you but god, you make it so hard for him. Spreaded in front of him like this completely naked. He says to himself little fuck it and slowly enters you. You want to squeeze your eyes shut but you don’t. You look at him through your hooded eyes. His eyes are closed and pleasure written all over his face.
“How are you this tight?” he grunts when he fills you to the brim. God, he's so thick. The words make you clench around him automatically. “You good? Can I move?” he almost begs but still stops to make sure you’re okay with this.
“Yeah, move. Please.” you whimper -  the feeling of pain and pleasure becoming too much for you. You need him to move.
“As you wish, princess.” he suddenly says completely surprising you with the pet name. He probably got lost in the pleasure, you guess. And he does as he says.
He starts slowly but it feels like he can’t keep going slow as he fastens up his pace. His left hand grabs your hips so you wouldn’t move too much. His other hand takes one of your breasts, squeezing gently as his thumb brushes over your nipple.
“Have you been fucked like this?” He grunts, keeping his rapid pace. Moans escaping your lips. “I asked you something.” he growls pinching your nipple causing you to arch your back moaning loudly.
“No. No one fucked me like this.” You answer between moans grabbing his hand that's on your breast. You stare at the veiny hand, enough to make your eyes roll back. What a fucking sight.
“I’ll fuck you properly. Don’t worry.” he smirks and starts to go even rougher and faster. You don’t think that was even possible.
“Fuck.” you moan, aware of the loudness and momentarily, you think of his neighbors hearing you. All of it is gone when Jimin speaks through clenched teeth.
“Moan my name.” he gasps.
You hesitate, not sure what to do. But his hand leaves your hip and instead comes around your neck. Your eyes widen, walls tightening when he squeezes slightly. Not too much – you barely feel it.
“I said, moan my name Y/N.” he growls like some beast having you moan his name again and again. You feel your orgasm approaching still not wanting to cum. It’s too soon for you. You could go for hours like this. As much as embarrassing it is to admit.
“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my cock.” he keeps grunting from above you and the blissful sound of his moans makes you squeeze him tight. The knot suddenly rips and you're cumming around him, your entire body feeling light.
You feel him twitch inside you, giving you a few firm thrusts before his moves become sloppy. Big fuck leaving his lips as he spills inside the condom. Once he's done, every drop of his cum inside the condom, he lays beside you while you both breathe heavily. You close your eyes for a bit trying to catch a breath.
Moments later, you feel the mattress dip as he moves. Opening your eyes, you see him standing up. He throws the condom into the bin that sits in the corner of his room. Sitting up, now that the moment is over you feel the weird feeling coming back.
You've never been in this situation before. What are you supposed to do? You should probably get the hell out of here. Jimin's eyes are on you, watching you and your naked figure as you quickly get to the edge of his bed, grabbing your shirt.
“I, uh, I should probably go.” you mutter awkwardly, quickly putting on your shirt followed by your panties. You don't bother to put the bra on, silently showing how quickly you want to get out of here.
“You can take a shower if you want.” he offers while putting his boxers back on.
You look at him stopping all your movements debating what to do. “Look, I don’t want to make this weird. Go take a shower, I’ll wait and then you can go home, okay? You don’t have to feel like escaping.” he says softly, but his eyes are nothing but serious.
As much as you want to leave, you kind of don’t. But the sound of shower and the thought of wiping the sweat and smell of sex sounds good. The whole bedroom reeks of sex.
“Okay.” you reply, picking up jeans from the floor.
“The first door on the right.” he tells you and with soft thank you you scurry into the bathroom.
His bathroom has a nice shower but also a bathtub on the opposite side. You quickly clean yourself thinking of how good Jimin’s touch felt. It’s too good and it’s all you can think about. You slowly shake your head thinking it’s from the adrenaline you feel right now. When you dress your clothes back on you slowly walk into the kitchen where Jimin is standing.
He turns around when he hears your footsteps. “Are you okay?” he asks you once his eyes find yours.
You nod despite feeling a big ache between your legs. He really fucked you roughly. “Do you want something to drink or eat?”
His behavior makes you a little bit surprised. He acts like nothing happened while you’re freaking out inside. “No, thanks. I should probably go.” you say awkwardly.
He escorts you to the front door where you quickly put your shoes and jacket on. When you are about to leave, his soft voice calling your name stops you. “Thank you.”
“For what? That’s what we all agreed on.” you laugh nervously. He simply nods, opening the door for you.
“I’ll see you.” he says with a little smile.
“Bye, Jimin.” you smile and quickly turn around to hide your red face.
When you hear the soft thud of a closed door, you exhale heavily.
Holy shit, you just slept with your best friend’s boyfriend. And it was fucking great.
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eggtartz · 1 year
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a/n : my first headcannons im writing this to clear up my head
summary : how tenjiku would be on their first date with you! (i might do the other gangs if y'all want me to)
izana
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- oh boy he's nervous alright, he might not see like it but he went shopping all day long dragging the other members with him
- picked a place a bit far from the city because you said you liked the country side
- he enjoys you talking, it somehow calms him down
- he will bring you shopping that day if you're not too tired
- if you're tired, izana would bring you home and plan another date! (expect lots of surprises because he has influences everywhere)
kakucho
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- NERVOUS WRECK
- can't stop sweating for the love of god because he's finally going out with someone he really likes
- ran teased him a lot about it
- will run to the other side of the car to open the door for you
- would be worried sick if you don't like his restaurant choice (tell him he did great, he loves compliments more than anything)
ran
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- he would wear those very expensive brand of cologne that was too musky for your liking
- would bring you flowers! like huge bouquet ones..
- again, he acts calm while trying to hold your hand while driving but he's nervous as hell as you might reject him
- would bring you to wine tastings!
- fancy dinners too! and he would buy some new dresses for you to wear on that day
rindou
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- his hair slick back and all (no mullet no he wanted to look 'ravishing')
- he even removed his glasses and tried this goddamn lenses so he could look better on his date
- forgive him, he might stutter a lot. might be awkward at first
- try opening some topics that he knows, he'll be chatty then!
- will come home giggly, kicking his feet and shit after seeing your text messages
shion
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- his first date idea was to bring you to a gang fight.. got smacked in the head by mochi because of that
- after lots of suggestions he went to the aquarium with you
- a lot of brushing hands attempting to hold your hand (you played dumb because he looked cute blushing)
- eats a lot of sweets with you
- im imagining a lot of dates going to carnivals afterwards!
hanma
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- he didn't touch any of his smoke that day because you didn't liked the smell of it
- ate a lot of chewing gum incase ykyk (he has planned how it'll go to but you just had other ideas)
- would dress up for once and not use his motorcycle but pick you up with his car
- would text kisaki so much, like spamming every update ('okay she likes the food' 'wait she frowning?' 'WAIT SHE'S FROWNING BECAUSE THE FOOD IS SO GOOD SHE'S SO CUTE')
kisaki
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- fancy ass dates
- so fancy you felt underdressed
- he felt guilty for making you feel that way so before dropping you home, he bought you ice creams
- would eat it in the parking lot while laughing lightly as you both accidentally smudged bits of ice cream on your attires
mucho
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- FIRST DATE TO THE BAKERY CANON NO ONE CAN SAY OTHERWISE
- would buy all sorts of pastries for to try
- thinks you're cute, cheek stuffed with lots of food
- you had that sugar rush so he had to endure you jumping around and being excited about the simplest things
- adores the reaction you gave as the warm pastry melts on your tongue
- more to action man, he doesn't talk much just occasional mmh, yeah, really but he's hearing you very closely.
mochi
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- wanted to bring you to the mall
- going in and out every store because he likes to spoil you. also he thinks you're endearing when you're happy
- would be the type of man to change their shoes if your heels was uncomfortable (imagine his big ass shoes in your foot while he walked in your heels flawlessly.. his days at juvie helped a lot with balance..)
koko
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- A VERY EXPENSIVE DATE AWAITS YOU
- for the date, he would buy your dress, your perfume, your shoes, new makeup, accessories, a new bag- should i go on because there's a list
- when you thought koko was done lmao YOU THOUGHT
- picked you up IN A DAMN LIMO
- please assure him that he's very much and tell him it's okay have a simple date (he does that because he's very insecure that he might not do enough)
- went back very late because the area you were had heavy traffic and you were in a limo....
*apologies for not adding sanzu because i can't wrap my head around him 😔*
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crushedsweets · 3 months
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I loved the ask about ticciwork what it would be like if they were able to date! Now I was wondering what that would be like with Jack and Toby!
Though I’m not sure if they have the same chemistry as ticciwork. 😭
Btw you have forever engraved ninakate to my soul LMAO I love them so much!! ❤️
I ABSOLUTELY CAN i think theyre super cute + i have a really sweet ticcijack ask i wanna draw soon. im gonna go off on a tangent about their upbringing and how that'd impact their sexuality tho, cuz i think that'd be relevant .
this was written more like notes for a one-shot of them getting together, rather than the format i did for ticciwork
ok. so for starters, toby has a huge wall to get over. i dont really have sexuality hcs for many of the creeps (jane and kate r lesbians, lius a gay man, ninas bi are my only concrete hcs) BUT i know toby's upbringing involved his dad constantly demeaning him for being 'feminine' (anytime he did something with lyra), a pussy, calling him slurs, telling him to man up, insulting any gay man he might see on tv, etc. and toby hates his dad, so he'd have an easy time being like 'ok whatever old man like i give a shit if a guy fucks a guy' BUT he would still feel a ton of guilt and shame if he were attracted to a guy.
jack might be a little similar, not because his dad was constantly berating him, but he still grew up in a pretty traditional house and his uncles/cousins would often tease him cuz he liked to cook and bake and had a lot of empathy. but he also went to university, and while it was still in alabama, a lot of colleges and stuff are a lot more progressive so it wasn't something he dwelled on much. live and let live, basically
AND AS A RESULT, it would be MUCH harder for either of them to make a move. toby would push any feelings down so fucking fast, and jack would just shrug it off and say he doesn't have like.. the "right" to have such emotions. after all he's done.
but they've also had a ton of intimate moments. the amount of times toby's been sat in his boxers while jack has to stitch up his stomach is kinda obnoxious. the amount of times jack checks toby's temperature and scolds him for dumb shit. toby scoffing and grabbing jacks wrist to pull his hand off, but his touch lingers
jack wears his mask a lot, but toby would make a comment. "i wanna see what you look like. it cant be THAT bad." and then jacks like ? asshole. so toby backtracks and is like "ok but if it is bad, thats kinda cool" and jacks like 'dude shut up'. but then toby would try and go on about 'im serious man you're over here stitching me up every other week and im practically the only person you talk to. let me see' and jack thinks about it. maybe not that day, but eventually he would.
if toby has already kinda come to terms with liking guys, OR he's so oblivious to his own feelings, he might say something stupid like "oh shit you're hot dude why do u wear that stupid ass mask" and jack would get embarrassed. and try to put it back on, but toby would snatch it and toss it on some counter and say "ok well now i know so stop wearing it" and jacks like. ok. fuck you. fine.
and toby stares a lot. like. a lot a lot. and jack kind of knows. the echolocation and thermavision helps him know toby's head is turned his way, but he can't exactly pinpoint where toby's eyes are. but he keeps turning away
toby would eventually just ask 'you gotta know im looking at you , right?' and jack is like ...well i thought so. thanks for confirmation. and toby laughs it off but jack is getting embarrassed
jacks feelings would develop slowly and he'd recognize every single moment he feels something. tobys would develop more rapidly, but he has no fucking idea what he's feeling is romantic. he thinks jacks attractive as fuck, he likes intelligent people, he likes how jack challenges tobys toxic ass mindset (only after the fact, hates it in the moment), and jack does a lot for him. patches him up, cooks him good meals.
the ask i mentioned said something about jack touching toby's lip and toby keeps looking at jacks lips and theres crazy tension etc etc etc. i genuinely dont know who would kiss who first.
if it were jack, toby would sit there kinda stunned, and jack would pull away and fumble out an apology. then toby tells him to do it again. and again, and again.
if it were toby, jack would immediately kiss back. he's had it on his mind for a long time, but genuinely didnt think anything would come.
toby would ask what now. he wants jack to set some sort of guidelines. he hates rules but holy shit does he not know how to navigate this, not with jack. jack would shrug it off and theyd try not to talk about it. toby might not come back to see jack for a while, but end up really hurt and dragged there to get his arm popped back into place. and jack would have to ask why he stopped visiting.
toby would admit it, finally. something about 'because i fucking like you and its really fucking weird and i dont wanna ruin the whole medic patient pal thing we got going on but this entire fucking time ive been avoiding you, im thinking about you a hundred times more'. and jack would ask why he thinks its weird. and theyd talk for a while
jack would ask toby if he could kiss him again, and toby would say yes.
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issa-pheonyx · 7 months
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CEO-sub!Leon S Kennedy X Fem!Reader🌶️
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Another upload was up. It seems like the pegging videos were highly favorited. Usually, the men you peg were guy friends, your biggest fans, hell even certain coworkers. They were all equally loyal and respectful with keeping it a secret, especially from your boss. Sure, you're making big bank doing both jobs as an OF sex worker and a graphic designer (I swear I did not purposely put my major here LMAO), however it would be lowkey embarrassing to be known for your secret side job with everyone. He would either keep you still just to humiliate-as if he never does that-or just fire you. Yet, knowing how he is not just by you, but everyone within the company was that he is scary and can be an asshole. He slept with female coworkers and would either befriend the male coworkers or gives them a hard time. Yes, he does have his favorites
But, among one female coworker he only gives a hard time than the rest was you. Of course, you didn't do anything wrong, but my god were you tempted to fucking throat punch him one day. Making it to work the next day you had two phones, one for your OF relations and the other is just personal/business related. You always shut down the OF phone completely, so you wouldn't be bothered by it vibrating over and over with notifications except for your personal one. Immediately, when you walk in all the female coworkers give you a look and giggle, because...well, you rejected your boss, Leon, only one time when he wanted to mess around with you. You told him,"With all due respect, Mr. Kennedy, but you're not my type. I prefer our relationship to be professional related. Nothing more and nothing less."
That's when he gave you a hard time after that. For being rejected. By you, no other woman just you. I know it sounds unfair and irritating. The male coworkers though they genuinely like having you around, because all the female coworkers do is talk their asses off about how Leon is so sweet, spoiling them, etc. All he does is pick and choose and they are completely wrapped around his finger. "Oh, (Y/N) hate to break it to you, but you can't keep holding yourself back from Mr. Kennedy." One female coworker said as she was walking beside you. You kept on walking not making any contact besides waving all the male coworkers who greet you,"I don't understand by that. Mind you explaining that?"
The woman rolled her eyes,"Don't play dumb, girl. You know what I'm talking about!" You give an amused laugh,"Oh please, keep him and play with him as much as you want. It's even better for me to take a damn breather every time I walk in this hellhole." She stops and sighs leaving you be. You made your way to your office and start turning on your computer, taking out your MacBook, and sketchbook with all the designs of the companies products. Throughout your time clocked in was work and when break time was up you turn on your OF phone to check on notifications. Lets just say it was a lot of:
'God, I wish I was getting stuffed by you😍😍'
'Please!! Next time can you get the lower angle. I want to see it pump in and out of him😫😖'
'That's how you work the plug. I wish I was your boy toy...'
'Fuck, mommy I wish I live nearby, so I can come over and be used by you any day and however you like it🫣🥵'
It made you smile big reading and scrolling down the comments. Liking the ones that made you get butterflies and replying back to the ones who was asking to reply to their comments. A knock on your door made you jump as you just threw the phone in your cabinet. "Who is it?" A man walks in to be none other than,"Chris. It's me. I wanted to swing by real quick before Leon comes in to bother you again." Thank the heavens it was Chris. Sure, him and Leon are best buds, yet Chris has the decency to be respectful to you unlike Leon. Leon would act right when Chris is around, but when he isn't that's another story...and he is one of your personal biggest fan~
"Fuck, Chris you are a savior." Your anxiety fades away as you grab your wallet only for Chris to stop you,"Don't worry about that. It's on me." You shrugged and dipped with Chris to get lunch together. "Is Leon clocking in late?" Chris puts an arm around your shoulder leading you out the building and opening the passenger door for you,"Who cares? As long as I'm around he will be tamed as ever."
Whilst you and Chris were out to lunch Leon walks in the building. Of course, all the women were greeting him, asking him how he was, etc. With his cold stare he would answer uninterested and keeps on moving. Some would stop him trying to talk to him-you know what just fucking flirt with the bastard, alright?! "Where is, (Y/N)?" He asked and one of them said,"She went with Chris for lunch." His eyes squint in response under his shades, pissed off to say, and he walks to your office alone. He opens the door as he is aware you would leave it unlocked. It looked normal with bit of decor that was your aesthetic. He started to get nosy and go through your sketches and sees nothing of the ordinary besides logo designs and random doodles. "Hmph, this actually looks nice."
He closes the sketchbook and hears some muffling. Leon stays quiet and tries to look for the sound. It took him a while and he opened the cabinet that wasn't pushed all the way. It was a phone-your other phone left open to the OF page. It was at a low volume, but he was able to listen clearly. "Fuck, yes, ahh! Just like that, mistress~" It was a snippet of a video from last week before your full video upload yesterday. His eyes widen taking off his shades and scrolls down to see the full video as he debated on playing it or not. However, time was cut short when he hears outside of the window in your office a car driving into the parking lot. He looks outside and see it was you and Chris. You were both talking and Chris leaned down your height whispering something to you making you laugh. He felt a twinge of envy in his chest
"Mr. Kennedy?" He hears one of his coworkers walking around in the hallway where your door is at. He closes the cabinet and puts the phone in his pocket inside his suit and was greeted by his business partners. He had a meeting today for a collaboration. He plans on speaking to you afterwards though...
"FUCK!! Where is it?! I just left it here." Your anxiety was through the roof as you already went through your bag and cabinets more than ten times. Nothing. You called Chris if he might've found it in his car, but nothing. You knew it was in the cabinet. But, who would have taken it? That's when you realized,"No...no no no he did not." Someone knocked on your door and was opened to reveal Ada Wong, Leon's personal assistant. "Hey, Mr. Kennedy wants to speak to you in five and he does not like waiting either." Damn...it was over
You nodded and sigh in defeat as Ada was about to close the door, but stops,"Oh and...don't forget what I taught you if he tries anything funny." She winks and closes the door, at least there was one female coworker that was nice to you. But, she barely has time to spend with you since she is the personal assistant. Anyway, you got up and left your office to head to Leon's. You knocked and tells you to come in. "Lock the door before you sit." He said and you followed
Sitting on the velvety chair you gulped preparing for the worst. "Is there something the matter, Mr. Kennedy?" He turn his chair around and has the classic intimidating smolder,"I have found something that may belong to you, Ms. (L/N)." Here it goes, he takes the phone from his pocket revealing the video of you pegging a fan from last nights upload. "Uh...s-sir I can explain I-" "Hold your tongue." He cuts you off and turns off the phone, sliding it to you. You grab it quickly gripping on it, tightly, from anxiety. "You do realize this can ruin your reputation?" You nodded and shake your leg feeling more nervous as ever. "Good...but, I'm not letting you go. You are far too great of a talent to work for someone else, so you are still staying here."
'Wait what?' You thought and stand up,"I don't understand. You're not going to fire me?" He shakes his head and leans back in the chair,"We can discuss more of this tomorrow. Don't head to your office when you come in. Wait for me by the door when come to mine." This was puzzling to you and you just said 'okay', left it at that. The next day you quickly zoom to his office so nobody would find it suspicious. Thankfully, he did get there without being lunged by his female coworkers. "Come in." He opens the door for you and you walk inside. Your heart was beating fast preparing for the worst since you are not fired, but stuck with him
"Get comfortable." He said. You assume to be taking a seat, but he stops you,"No, I said get comfortable." You raise a brow,"W-what do you mean?" You almost chuckled in disbelief and he puts his hands your shoulders and forcefully move you to his desk. It made you lose balance laying on his desk,"The hell is wrong with you!?" Leon kneels down nuzzling against your inner thigh. "Hmm, such strong legs~" You were dumbfounded by what he was doing and he says,"Hurt me."
Almost choking on your saliva you cleared your throat,"Ahem, y-you want me to hurt you? H-Hurt!? You're my boss what the fu-" Leon glares at you and he bites down hard on your thigh as you yell in pain and kick him square in the chest. He grunts out in pain and coughs. "You fucking bi-" You look down to see his boner making a really tight tent in his pants. Leon lifts his head up and smirks,"Again~"
You couldn't believe it. Your own boss submitting to you. But, you did so by putting your boot on his crotch, rubbing it up and down. He moans grinding his hips against your foot making his eyes roll back,"Ah, yes...keep going~" You wanted to hate this...but, dammit did it feel good to see him suffer. "Want more huh?" You put force into it, stepping on it making him gasp and groan in pain...more like pleasure~
Throughout, your time with him was stepping on his dick, spanking his ass with his own belt, using his tie as a gag, lipstick prints of your own lips on his face, ass, back, thighs, chest, and some smeared on his button up shirt by the collarbone. He came so many times from the impact of your dominance and hateful words to him like: "You piss me off so much I wish I can just beat it out of you" "Pain will never effect you, you're too masochistic for that" "You want to be my boytoy? Hah, I'll release all of my rage on you that you're too sore and aching in pain"
His responses would be something like: "No, look at me! Look at me, fuck!! I want to see your face when you hit me again~" "Please, keep using me. Do whatever you want I can take it better" "Mistress, just tease the tip of your boot on my cock, PLEASE!!~"
After that it seemed like he became more...tolerable. He would flat out insult the female coworkers, his least favorited coworkers he apologized and gave them a better raise, and the (now used-to-be) favorited coworkers were fired due to lack of activity and laziness. No, it was definitely not because you told him to or rather he will not be getting what he wants from you~
▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣
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univemma · 1 year
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Okay its official, "The Longest Day" may just be one of my favourite race to the edge episodes. For a myriad of reasons, including:
-Paranoid Fishlegs
-Mood swinging Snotlout
-Astrid being,,,like tHAT
-"I love you, Hooky. You're my everything. You're the reason my heart beats. Do you hear that? That's all you. [Laughs]
...
[Sobs] I want my mommy."
-him expressing his affection for hookfang like yes we KNOW but its lovely hearing him say it, even in his sleep deprived state
-i also love how, when snotlout asks "hear that?" Hookfang actually leans in to hesr his heartbeat, like "real shit?" LMAOO
-"Stop right now, young lady! You'll put an eye out!"
-Astrid and Snotlout besties i know thats right
-poor Heather
-also the poor fucking dragons this entire episode LMAOO
-just this entire Fishlegs and Heather interaction:
"Hand? What do you mean by that?"
"What do you think i mean?"
"What do you think you mean?"
Heather just stares at him wide eyed before slowly turning and walking away looking horrified LMAOO
-Also Snotlout just loses his helmet at one point? Where did it go? Did hookfng confiscate it so he wouldn't poke his goddamn eyes out or something?
-"You're too handsome to be crying all the time." YES HE IS YOURE SO RIGHT SLEEP DEPRIVED ASTRID AMEN THE SNOTMAN IS TOO HANDSOME
-also Snotlout's little "I am?" I love he
-"There we go! There's a little grinny-grin!" Astrid this ep is KILLING ME LMFAOO
-also i dont know what it is but hookfang's model just looks HILARUOUS when he looks concerned. Like this whole ep he has this expression of "wtf is going on" and it just sends me whenever i look at him i love this big dumb dragon dearly
-tuffnut fighting the AIR. Need i say more?
-"I think we should talk about our feelings!"
-"when i was a young...oh, gosh, I can't do it! I'm getting too emotional, but i think you get the idea, right?" I know this is just a joke and obviously for comedic purposes duh but like, currently side-eyeing Spitelout. But subtly.
-Anyways him running over to hookfang, who then blasts fire at him, causing Snotlout to yell out "No! No! My friend!" I love this dumbass
-poor meatlug looking at fishlegs like her heart is about to explode with worry shes adorable
-FISHLEGS JUST SCREAMING "WOULDN'T THEY?!" LMFAOO
-The dragons getting fed up and dropping them in a dark hole to sleep
-The fact that the episode ends with the riders all being in a fucking CUDDLE PILE!! (or at least that's what i interpret as going on in that dark pit lmao) i love it
-And the dragons all huddling around outside it to keep them in there/possibly to make sure they're safe? So wholesome
-but yeah i wonder if i just read into that wrong but when they were all dropped into the pit i imagine they're mainly just sprawled on top of each other and - being so sleep deprived, i imagine theyd all fall asleep just in that pile
-i just believe in dragon rider cuddle pile rights
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ssahotchnerr · 7 months
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Honeyy I just had this thought about Aaron and Jack and I'm absolutely melting. So I thought about you 👀 Imagine just a little blurb 🥹
bau!Reader with divorced Aaron, when Jack is like 4 or something? and Reader tries to flirt with Aaron in the cutest way 🥹🥹
So at Aaron's birthday, ofc Garcia organises a surprise party at Aaron's house, and Reader makes Aaron find Jack like this 🥹🥹
https://www.instagram.com/p/CwGYFZIOB2D/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
This is kind of cliché but I just love the idea of Jack in a octopus onesie LMAO
AW stop that's adorable 🥹🥹🥹 and sobbing thank you for thinking of me <3
hehe after the initial surprise of the party altogether - you tell aaron you have yet another surprise, but this one from just you and jack.
SO you tell him to wait elsewhere so the two of you can get it ready, and once jack is snuggled in that onesie😭 and is SO excited for his daddy to see - he's wiggling in it 😭🤭 - you find aaron in the kitchen, tell him to close his eyes and lead him gently over.
and meanwhile, your heart is just fluttering because one, you have the biggest crush on aaron. two, you're a bit nervous. and three, since you're ushering him over to jack, you're touching him <3333 which sends tingles ALLL up your arm and you can't help but blush profusely <33333
and when you give aaron the okay to open his eyes, just the biggest smile erupts on his face, which feels even more rare these days - ever since he and haley got divorced. AH he laughs gently and says to jack, "what do we have here?🤨" and jack is all ":D daddy i'm an octopus!!!!!" and of course, aaron immediately whips out his phone to take a picture 😭
and even though aaron had a positive and adorable reaction, you start second guessing it, like maybe he thinks it's silly or dumb and you start to ramble a bit: "i know it's not much, but-" aaron stops you before you can even finish, says he loves it and how he needed that more than you know 🥹 and gives you a hug as a thank you <3333 and cue the blushing once more <3333333
hehe he also teases you by saying you just made his job of finding jack a halloween costume so much easier this year too 🤭😭🥰💓
BUT also, he insists of getting a picture consisting of you, him, and octopus jackers 😭😭 and that's the picture he always secretly goes back to on numerous occasions 🥹 the two of you still aren't together, he's pining HARD, and a case has been particularly bad. so when he gets into his hotel room, he looks at that picture to relax, ease his racing mind, and to help him sleep - remember that while there are bad things in the word, these are the moments worth remembering 🥹 he even keeps an extra copy of that picture in his wallet 🥰
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nevsdoll · 1 year
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CAN YOU WRITE A THIGH RIDING FIC
study date | neville longbottom
neville longbottom x fem!reader
summary! in which neville's needy girlfriend can't concentrate on her notes
warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT! | vulgar vocabulary, underage + slight public sex... (lmk if i missed any!!)
a/n: i literally lost everything i had written and had to re-write it lmao but anyways i hope you guys like it (º//⌓⁠//º)
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neville didn't want to say anything, to not hurt your feelings somehow, but he was pretty tired of your whining on that studing session; not only because you had been complaining for two hours but also because he couldn't help you understand the notes you took in class (because he couldn't understand anything either).
"baby, i know you are overwhelmed and don't want to keep studing but the test is tomorrow and i really don't want to hear more insults from professor snape" he said looking at you with tired eyes.
"i know, i'm sorry" you took his hand with yours while looking at him too. "i'm just so tired but i want to spend more time with you" you let out a small breath and placed your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. he kept going over his notes. "when you finish, do you want to back to my dorm?" you whispered while softly kissing his hand and then, going up to kiss his jaw.
"i do but i don't think i can, i think i'll go to my dorm and try to re-read the book... maybe that way i'll understand something" you stopped sharing the little pecks disappointed.
"oh..." you wanted to spend more alone time with him but without any books or tests bothering you. just the two of you expressing your love. "i see..." you placed your hand on his thigh, gently caressing it, trying to get his attention away from the papers; but neville kept just reading without even looking at you. "but i really wanted you to come... it has been a month since we last... you know?" at this point you were basically shoving your boobs at your boyfriend's face, but still received no answer from him.
"know what?" and with that question you knew, he wasn't listening to you. you sat yourself on top of neville. he looked at you as in waiting for an answer.
"you know." you smiled slowly kissing him, trying to making him focus on you, on your lips; while you slowly slipped one leg in between his. you could sense he opened his eyes trying to understand what you were doing, you took his face with your hands and kissed him harder. as he started falling for your ilussion, you started moving your hips back and forth, trying to release the tension on your clothed clit.
neville backed away from the kiss in shock, his face on bright red. "y/n... w-what are you doing?"
you laughed softly while slowly increasing the pace "focus on your notes, nev." he rapidly mumbled a but, "don't worry, baby, i won't be loud and we are in the back..." you looked around. "plus, we are the only ones left" he checked too as you said those words, still unsure. maybe he thought he couldn't fully trust you. "come on, study" as surprising as it was to you, neville actually continued reading his books, ignoring your movements. you wondered if maybe it turned him on but he was too shy to say anything or if he was dumb enough to keep studying even though his girlfriend was horny on top of him. obviously, the first option seemed more appealing so you stuck with that one.
it was only his leg, but it was enough to make you want to scream. to make you want to beg for more. what had started as soft movements quickly turned into an uncontrolable leg humping - that probably made the sound of the chair louder than harry's midnight screams.
your eyes were shut and your teeth were clenched near your boyfriend's ear, which was dangerously close to getting bitten. "shit, this is so good, nev" you whispered between gasps, which made your boyfriend smirk. sadly, you didn't see it. you kissed his neck, needing more of him; and as if he knew, neville flexed his thigh, only adding to your pleasure. your back arched and your eyes opened in shock. you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to silence your scream.
you fell on your boyfriend's body, leaving his leg completely wet and trying to recover your breath. you swallowed hard, "god, sorry, i didn't mean to make you lose focus" you laughed nervous, embarassed of the mess you had made. "you can continue studying..."
"i think i studied enough, is anyone at your dorm?" he asked smiling as if nothing happened.
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arminsumi · 10 months
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Here's a thought, having a one night stand with armin at a party except he doesn't quite understand the "one night" part and you don't understand your his now.
He just becomes infatuated the whole night building up to your (literal) climax and he can't stop thinking about you afterwards. It's too late he's decided your his now. Ahaaaa <3
Oh I can do that 😈hehe ty for your request hope you like how it turned out!
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Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪
Armin leads you upstairs during a party and gives you a taste of what you've been craving for so long.
⚠️Cws; smut smut smut, not proofread yet bc i always get embarrassed when profreading my smut works lmao
Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au
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⚠️💦Smut cws; pns 'baby' and 'pretty baby', sex at a party, DIRTY TALK, protected sex (only thing that's raw here is the shameless smut babes)
You and Armin were always those two friends of the group that subtly flirted with each other at every party. Although you didn't take it seriously, and Armin pretended not to take it seriously, he was pining over you.
He lived for nights like these, when the two of you had drunken smiles plastered on both of your faces and a galaxy of stars in your eyes.
Something in the atmosphere heightened Armin's sensuality, and it was contagious; as soon as you caught his desirous feeling, you felt it too.
Eren leaned in to whisper to his friends, smirking confusedly, about how Armin took your hand in his and lead you off into the haze.
The two of you giggled down into the hallway, just barely managing to weave through the crowd. You clung to Armin's bicep.
And you were murmuring something in his ear about him being an angel, and he chuckled, "You always say that, you know, it almost annoys me."
The two of you made it upstairs into a quiet room, where not a soul disturbed you. No one even lingered in the hallway up here, the whole life of the party was downstairs (it seemed to follow Eren).
"Why does it annoy you?" You asked teasingly.
He looked at you in silence for a moment, drinking up your beauty. It was getting too much for him to keep his hands behind his back, he could feel his heat rushing all over his body, excited to be alone with you once again at a party.
"Because I'm not an angel." He answered you honestly, "I'm barely a good person."
Truthfully, Armin expected you to answer reassuringly like anyone else would, but you replied with "I don't care; I'm not a good person either. If there is a hell, I'm definitely going there."
He had to laugh, because that sounded ridiculous and impossible to him.
"Mind if I go to hell with you?" Armin joked.
You smiled wide, "Huh! What's that supposed to mean! Explain." you teased, acting dumb on purpose.
"You know damn well what I mean." Armin leaned back against the door.
He'd been giving your body a longing look-over while you sat on the bed, kicking your legs cheekily. Armin didn't gloss over your appearance, unlike others who might only take in the highlights of your beauty, no; Armin looked at you from top to bottom as if he was trying to ingrain your image into his head. When he looked at you, you really felt like he wanted you.
"I don't know what you mean at all, Armin, can you come over here and show me what you mean?" You asked.
He laughed, and played into your act, "Alright, I'll show you exactly what I mean."
His body felt shocked with excitement at your reciprocation tonight. Usually your flirting trailed off into giggles, and the two of you would change topic.
Not tonight.
There was a rising sensuality in the atmosphere of this tiny bedroom. Your skin tingled with anticipation as Armin closed in the distance between the two of you.
Drinking you with his eyes wasn't enough; he was getting hungry for tasting you with his own lips.
It started off with him plucking tame kisses from your lips, but you found yourself crawling onto his chest and pushing him back into the plush pillows, while he happily let you.
He kept a gentle grip on your hips while kissing, but after slipping out of his pants and rubbing up close against your body, his grip became tighter and tighter, until it felt possessive.
Without hesitation or protest, you let him take control, and roll on top.
You were absolutely entranced by the way he kissed. Sure, the two of you kissed a few odd times in the past, but this time it was different. The atmosphere was different, your wants and needs were different.
Right now, all you wanted was to get out of your clothes, and all you needed was Armin to do what he always did better than anyone else; that is, firing you up.
He was happily snuggling between your thighs, letting you squeeze his waist while his nimble fingers took off your tiny dress.
It felt like one swift, smooth motion of his fingertips feeling up your thighs, meeting the hem of your dress, and slipping it off your body.
When his devilish blue eyes looked down at you, he asked you in the most angelic voice;
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked.
You answered with a sure and impatient nod, "Mhm!" You squeaked, "Please, I've wanted this for so long I can't take it anymore, just give it to me already."
Your plea was music to his ears. In his mind, he was thinking I've got you, finally, I've got you before anyone else.
He was quick and smooth with slipping on the condom, and kept murmuring witty things on your hot lips to keep you giggling.
"Take in a deep breath, m'kay?" He smiled sweetly.
"Okay." You smiled a bit nervously, and drew in a deep breath like you were trying to get high off of the sensual atmosphere.
But your breath got stuck in your throat when you felt his throbbing tip pressing into you, and you let out a gasp when you felt him slowly sinking his length deep inside.
It felt almost sinful how sloppily wet you were from such simple foreplay. Just a kiss and close cuddling with his waist between your thighs was enough to get you off, and get him achingly hard, too.
"Ah, shit that's deep." You sighed dreamily.
Armin eased off concernedly, "Sorry..." he mumbled gently onto your cheek.
"I'm not complaining." You assured, squirming your hips.
Well, you weren't squirming your hips for long, because Armin's hands came to hold your hips tightly and possessively, keeping you put in position for him.
His tip pressed up deep inside, and he rocked his hips in and out of you at a teasing pace until you begged "more" of him.
"Yeah? You want more?" He cooed into your ear.
"Yes! God, I need more." You nodded frantically, holding tightly onto his shoulders, letting your nails sink into his skin.
Armin smiled devilishly at you, "Only if you say please."
"Please." You said quickly, but he didn't quicken his pace, so you said it a few times more.
He clicked his tongue, pulled back his hot chest from yours and looked down at you.
"Please what?"
"Please, Armin!"
Well, that seemed to satisfy him, and he snapped his hips against yours hard and fast, and set a new pace that easily pulled out moans from you.
"Is that good?" Armin grunted, "You like that?"
You couldn't use your words, so you just nodded, flashing him lustful eyes.
"God, you're so pretty." He muttered, pressing deeper inside and death gripping your thighs.
You only responded with hiccoughing moans and his name.
"Mhm, that's it, pretty baby, just let go and enjoy yourself." Armin said. Just his voice alone had your stomach tensing up excitedly.
Everything felt hot and loud; the boom of party life downstairs muffled the filthy sounds filling the bedroom. The sheets wettened, and the air smelled like sex and your scent and his scent.
You couldn't keep it in much longer, and announced it to him shamelessly, "Armin, I wanna cum."
"Yeah? Good, baby, go ahead and cum for me, enjoy yourself." Armin spoke into your ear.
You cried out his name almost loud enough for someone to hear, so he pressed a deep kiss onto your lips to quieten you. He kept his pace, rubbing on your clit and keeping your one leg up to get deeper inside, while you felt your relief coming over you.
It washed over your whole body abruptly, you felt like you were melting into ecstasy. All you could focus on was how it felt to have him deliciously moving in and out of you, and all he could focus on was catching his own high.
He let out suppressed moans, feeling you tense and tighten around him nearly knocked him out, really. He had no idea how he held on for nearly an hour.
Though he wasn't too verbal, towards his climax, he let out the most erotic, breathy moans you've ever heard.
His chest heaved against yours, the both of you closed in the space between your chests and laid against each other while trying to catch your breaths.
The air felt thick, your skin was glistening with sweat, and the party was still happening downstairs. You wondered if your friends were oblivious to what you and the group's good boy were getting up to.
All he could think, while the two of you giggled and got sloppily dressed up again, was how he got you in his grasp; there's no way anyone else was going to get in the way now.
He called your name softly, like he was going to tell you something, but when you paid him a starry glance, he decided not to put those words into the air just yet.
Instead, he joked, "So, still think I'm an angel?"
You smiled at him, and replied, "Yeah, absolutely."
"Really?" He chuckled, then inhaled, "But it smells like sin in here, doesn't it?"
"Haha, shut up." You blushed, going over to the window to air out the room.
The two of you stole away to the bathroom to freshen up, messed around a bit, and then descended the stairs back into the thick of the party, right into the glowing haze of light.
"Where were you two!" Mika called, "We were texting your phones but neither of you answered."
Eren stifled a chuckle. Mika didn't understand what he was amused by, and neither did you, until you realized that Armin had a possessive hand placed on the small of your back, like you were his.
Maybe you saw it just as a once-off thing, but all through the rest of that night, Armin kept you close, and in the following days, he kept you even closer.
He kept a firm grip on you, it was like he tapped into your soul. How could you complain, though, when you and him were perfectly in tune both sensually and emotionally?
It was really a match made in heaven, even though the both of you were, as you said, definitely going to hell.
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Akatsuki Secret [sub] Kinks - Part I
lineup: itachi uchiha, hidan, konan, sasori warnings: mentions and descriptions of rough sex, degradation, dumbification, mommy kink, humiliation, r*pe play, and edging, gender inclusive
- x - notes: I've had this in my drafts for a little while (a year lmao), but I couldn't get Hidan fleshed out tbh. His was hard. Anyways: minors do not interact, comment or reblog if you like it, and make sure to support other fanfic writers ♥ I only do these when the moment strikes so idk when the second part will be published but it'll get done! thanks ♥ - x -
Itachi: degredation/humiliation
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Sure, he could be the best pleasure dom you've ever come across ever. Ever. But have you considered he gives you all the praise because he's tired of hearing it for himself? Every waking minute of his life, he has to hear about how great he is. How powerful he is. How nobody will ever amount to his power and prowess as a shinobi. Praise, envy, recognition, infamy, compliments, shoe-shining, ass-kissing, blah blah blah blah blah. He's heard it all before and he's sick of it.
You can't convince me he wouldn't fold, or at least pause him in his tracks, if someone told him he wasn't as special as everyone claimed he was. That he wasn't worth the hype. That you expected more from someone with his name. That the way he was writhing and keening from your fingers milking his prostate because he hates being edged was unbecoming of him. That Uchiha pride of his would fight back against the accusations and his eyes would burn with hatred, but the beet-red blush that covers his entire face and chest while you're impaling his wet throat tells you he feels otherwise.
That man wants to be spit on and called a cock-sucking whore while he's ass up taking a strap. Call him pathetic. Tell him how stupid he looks with his fucked-out face smothered in the pillows and slick all over his chin from when you sat on his face and smothered him until he couldn't breathe. Laugh at him when he begs for air by tapping your thighs. Ask him how he'd feel if his entire family could see him in a position that would bring the whole clan to shame, and he'd feel freer and more liberated than he has his whole life cause all the expectations people placed on him are GONE and he can just be your dumb little toy.
Konan: dominatrix
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I feel it in my gut that this woman is a dominatrix at certain times. She feels like a switch, but the few times she needs to be in that special space? Needs to feel some semblance of control because everything else around her is out of her grasp because someone else has what she wants in their clutches? That's when she slips into that headspace.
Unlike Itachi as a pleasure dom, she's a no-nonsense woman and expects to be obeyed. You'll be rethinking about how you backtalked her when your top half is hanging off the bed while she fucks you with a brutality she learned to harness on the battlefield, the only thing keeping you from falling being her strong grip on your hips.
You've got drool sliding down your cheek and a tight grip on her wrist while she forces moan after moan after moan from you until you're screaming and crying for her to stop. Because after four messy, powerful orgasms you can't take it anymore. It's too much. She'll slow down once she sees you sobbing and bend down to kiss away your tears, letting you get a breather, but she's not pulling out. In fact, you're too dazed by her lips to realize the meaning behind her sliding her hands up your body to rest at the juncture of your neck. She presses one more tender kiss to your ears before whispering in a deceptively kind voice, "I know it's a lot, baby. But you know tears don't move me. Until I hear that safe word, you're going to take it until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson. Now stop whining and spread your legs wider. You're in for a long night."
Hidan: dumbification/tenderness
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You'd think this one would be easy because what you see is what you get most of the time with Hidan: a sadomasochistic pain-obsessed BDSM freak with very little boundaries. He typically requires a lot from sexual partners because that's all he's used to: intensity. Everything with him is always blood, violence, screaming, sacrifice, Jashin, Jashin, Jashin, kill, kill, kill. R8P play, flogging, knife play, golden showers, and even killing him are not above his desires. But this is about secret kinks. There are enough fanfics about him loving the thrill of being bullied by big muscular men to the nth degree, but what's something he'd keep hidden from everyone else? One he might actually feel embarrassed about sharing with someone? One he'd go to great lengths to hide because it's the one thing he's ashamed about feeling like he needs? It's not a kink at all. It's a human emotion that he craves to feel during the moment more than he's willing to admit: It's tenderness. It's making love to him to slow his mind down and coaxing his orgasms from him in a way that doesn't overstimulate him and watching him make sense of it. It's enacting acts of violence against his body with spiked whips, chain-shibari, and barbed wire but pressing a kiss to his fresh, bloodied wounds at the same time. It's making him understand that he craves violence and hedonism because it's the only form of control he ever has and taking it away from him is a risk you love him enough to take. It's being in the throes of pleasure and getting him right to his peak before forcing him to keep eye contact as his pleasure spills over and wracks through his body in waves because of the softness and admiration aimed towards him at his most vulnerable. He'll NEVER admit it out loud and he'd actually kill you if you brought it up any time outside of the bedroom, but you know. He knows you know. It works out.
Sasori: MMlb/DDlb
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I see this man portrayed as a hard dom 98% of the time and I'm not mad about it, but........ The same man that figuratively and literally wears a hard shell of a mask to hide his vulnerable and delicate nature? The man that finds beauty in the most macabre things because it's everlasting and immortal, therefore will always be remembered and praised? The man that found peace after death because someone finally understood him? The man that created puppets of his parents for some form of connection to the intimacy that he was robbed of? The Scorpio? That man needs a Mommy with a capital M. He wants to be nurtured. He wants to be held. He wants someone else to hold the strings to his heart for a change. That bad attitude and mean streak doesn't change the fact that that man is a bottom; a bottom leaning switch at MOST.
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