#this is one of those things you just have to experience because it's v hard to explain sasdjjs

[hyperfixatedbastard]

sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

Dividers

"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion. 

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric. 

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings. 

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present. 

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now. 

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him. 

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it. 

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck. 

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

omg this just popped into my head and i desperately need it like i literally will not be able to stop thinking about it about it till it is written but, ethan landry x reader fic based on gods and monsters by lana del rey oml like it would be phenomenal… i don’t want it to incorporate the lyrics i just want it based on the idea of the song? but not about them being actual gods and monsters like to her ethan is a god. especially the lyrics “this is heaven, what i truly want. it’s innocence lost.”. basically reader is super innocent and ethan sees her as an angel and feels the need to ruin her and she sees him as a god and is obsessed with him. super smutty and him praising her and talking her through it. i know this was a lot but i am obsessed with your writing and i think if you wrote this it would be amazing, but only if you’re comfortable 🫶☺️

HI! I hope this was what you wanted. 💕

Gods & Monsters - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're obsessed with Ethan and he's obsessed with you, but he'd dying to destroy your innocence.

Contains: Fluff-ish moments, Smut - Oral(m and f receiving), fingering, p in v, riding, rough-ish sex. Reader isn't a virgin but doesn't have a lot of experience.

A/N: This was one of the fics I lost the other day, and I'm so sad because I liked what I'd already written before. BUT I was determined to get this done lmao

You didn’t expect to fall so hard for Ethan Landry. What started as a small crush on one of your friends led to full-blown infatuation. Once you found yourself hanging off every word that slipped past his perfect lips, always making sure you were beside him whenever you’d go out with your friends, and even letting your grades slip a little just so you’d have the excuse to be alone with him to study, you realized how fucked you were. You didn’t care, though, because he’s everything you wanted.

He was tall, and very attractive. But what really sucked you in was the way he lit up whenever he talked to you about the things he was passionate about. The way his voice sounded first thing in the morning when you’d all spent the night at Tara’s. The way he ignored any other girls that looked in his direction, at least when he was with you.

Ethan was just as caught up in you as you were with him. The first night you walked into Tara’s, he could’ve sworn you were literally glowing. He thought you were the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen, and once he talked to you and realized how sweet you were, he knew he had to make you his. He found himself daydreaming about taking you on dates, holding your hand, kissing you. But sometimes, his thoughts weren’t so innocent.

He knew you weren’t a virgin, but after a drunken game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ turned sexual, he learned that there were a lot of things you hadn’t done. He wanted to be the first, and hopefully only person you’d do those things with. He even went as far as wondering how you’d sound, the faces you’d make, how much of him you could take in your mouth before it was too much. He felt a little guilty from time to time for thinking about you in that way, because you were just so sweet. But the desire to destroy your innocence just kept getting stronger, no matter how hard he’d try to push those thoughts about you to the side.

The two of you shamelessly flirted with each other, so much that the rest of your friends thought there was something more going on than there was. It wasn’t uncommon for Ethan to pull you into his lap whenever there wasn’t an empty seat available beside him, or for the two of you to be so caught up in your own conversations that you’d forget your friends were even there. He wanted to take things to the next level, but he’d always get nervous and shut down whenever he got close to kissing you.

You lived down the hall from Tara, which made it so convenient for you and Ethan’s study sessions. Whenever you had plans with your friends, Ethan would come to your apartment to study with you before. With exams coming up, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about how he needed to get over his nerves and finally make a move. He knew he’d still get to see you, but he wouldn’t have the excuse to spend alone time with you.

As Ethan sat on your bed, his fingers moving against his keyboard, you started to get bored. He kept peaking over his laptop screen to see you stretched out on your stomach at the foot of your bed, scrolling through your phone.

“That’s not homework,” he said, playfully scolding you as you sat up to look at him.

“If I have to keep looking at anything school related, I’m going to go crazy.”

“We still have over an hour before we have to go to Tara’s. What would you like to do?” He asked, closing his computer to give you his attention.

“We could watch a funny movie. I need to laugh,” you suggested, as he shook his head.

“We don’t have enough time for that…but,” he said, sitting his laptop on the bed beside him. “I know how to make you laugh.”

He smirked as he crawled closer to you. You knew what was coming, the slight look of panic in your eyes making him chuckle before his fingers dug into your sides.

“Ethan,” you whined, trying to grab at his hands to pull them off you. You were starting to tear up from laughing, and your breathing was getting heavier. “Stop it! You’re going to make me fall off the bed!”

“I’d never let that happen,” he said, his fingers not letting up.

“Seriously, Ethan!” You were starting to wheeze from laughing so hard, so he finally pulled his hands away. You placed one of your hands on your chest as you tried to take deep breaths, as Ethan settled back into the spot he was in before on your bed. “That was so mean.”

“I think it’s funny that you’ve never tried to get me back,” he said, a smug look on his face. “Is it because I’m stronger than you?”

“Knowing you, you’d have me pinned to the bed so I wouldn’t be able to move while you tickled me.”

Ethan got a little caught up in the idea of that. He wanted to have you pinned to the bed, but not to tickle you. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you were moving closer to him, the only thing bringing him back into the moment was when your fingertips started to move against his sides.

“Hey!” he said through his laughter as he grabbed at your hands. You weren’t going to give up easily, so you moved to straddle him, pulling your hands away every time he reached for them. “Please, you gotta stop!”

“No,” you said, your hands moving further up his ribs, making him laugh even harder. He knew it wasn’t meant to be sexual, but the way your ass was rubbing against him as you moved was making him hard.

“Stop!” he yelled, finally grabbing your hands. Your face dropped as you looked at him, and he immediately felt guilty for yelling at you like that. “I’m sorry…you’re just,” he said, letting out a gasp once you started to move off him, your eyes going wide once you felt how hard he was underneath you. “That. You’re making me hard.”

“Oh,” you softly said, staring at the bulge in his jeans. “Is it a bad thing that I did?”

“No…I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he sighed, before he sat up. “Does it make you uncomfortable that you do that to me?”

He watched your cheeks turn pink at his question. This wasn’t how he planned on making his move, but the door was wide open for him to have the conversation.

“No,” you said, “have I made you hard before?”

“I get hard just thinking about you,” he confessed, the sexual tension in the room getting stronger as each second passed.

You were starting to get nervous as you sat there. You didn’t have the most experience in the world, your previous sexual encounters with your ex mainly consisted of you just laying there and waiting until he was done, so you didn’t know how to give a blow job. But you wanted to learn. You wanted Ethan to teach you.

“Can I…suck it?” you asked, his eyes growing wide. “Sorry, stupid question.”

“No, it’s not stupid…do you want me to tell you how to do it?” he asked, as you smiled and nodded. “Okay, uh, I’ll just get these off.”

He slid off the side of your bed and unbuttoned his jeans before shimmying them down his legs. You gawked as you saw the tent in his boxers, wondering if you were in over your head for even thinking you could do this.

“I hate to ask this…” no he didn’t. “But would you want to get on the floor? It’d be easier for you.” You nodded as you slid off the side of the bed and stood in front of him. “Wait,” he said, once you started to drop to your knees. You stood back up to face him, as he leaned in to kiss you. You needily kissed him back, your hands on his cheeks as he started to rub your hips. Once you pulled back, he smiled at you. “You don’t feel like you have to do this, right?”

“No, I want to do this,” you said, looking at him as you sank onto the floor.

“Fuck…eye contact like that is good,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “I guess I’ll just slide these down.”

His fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers as he slid them down his thighs, his cock springing free right in front of your face. He let out a sweet laugh once he noticed how wide your eyes got.

“Do I just put it in my mouth?” you asked, as he groaned at how innocent you were.

“Let’s start with just touching it,” he suggested, as you nodded and reached your hand up. “Wrap your hand around it…just like that, baby,” he said, taking a deep breath as he tried to contain himself. “Now move your hand back and forth, but not too fast.”

You did as he said, your eyes glancing between his and his cock. You weren’t sure if you were good at what you were doing, but he was breathing heavier the longer you did it.

“Do you want to try to put it in your mouth?” he asked, as you nodded and leaned forward. “How about you just do what you think is right and I’ll tell you if it’s bad or good?”

“Okay,” you shyly said, hoping that you would get it right.

Ethan’s biggest fantasy was coming to fruition. His head was spinning as you took the head of his cock in your mouth, your hand still stroking him. Even though you weren’t a virgin, he still felt like he was devirginizing you, at least in this way.

“That’s perfect,” he said, his eyes looking into yours as you sucked on his sensitive tip. “Try to take a little more.”

You did as he said, easing a little more of him into your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, his grip loose. The last thing he wanted was to push you too far and make you want to stop when you’d just started. He was about to ask you for more, when you boldly took as much of him as you could in your mouth, to the point that you were gagging around him. You quickly pulled your head back, refusing to make eye contact like you’d just done something wrong.

“Hey,” Ethan said, his hand that was in your hair moved to your chin. He tilted your head so you’d look at him, your eyes already watery from the gagging. “If you want to keep going, there’s a little tip that helps with that.”

He showed you the thumb trick, and talked to you about bobbing your head too, along with moving your hand. Once you felt like you had a better understanding of what you needed to do, you leaned forward, taking just as much of him in your mouth as you did before.

You were still gagging a little, but not as bad as you did the first time. Your mouth kept getting more and more wet, the feeling making Ethan groan. His hand snaked back in your hair as he fought the urge to thrust in your mouth.

“You’re doing such a good job,” he praised, “Twist your hand a little…oh fuck.”

You were catching on quickly, and Ethan was so proud of you. Your eyes stayed on his, even when tears started to slip past your lower lash line. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, his grip on your hair tightening.

“Can I try something?” he asked, his eyes pleading with yours. You hummed around him to let him know he could, because the last thing you wanted to do was pull him out of your mouth.

He started to thrust past your lips as you gagged around him, your free hand gripping your thumb as hard as you could. Big, fat teardrops were flowing down your cheeks, but you were loving it. His eyes were fluttering as his jaw dropped open, but he still stayed focused on you, not wanting any of this to be too much.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, his voice a little raspy from his panting. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

You hummed around him again to respond, the vibrations around his cock sending him over the edge as his hand tensed up in your hair, tugging on it harder than he wanted to. You just kept moaning around him, so turned on as his salty cum coated your tastebuds. He gave a few more weak thrusts as his hand in your hair relaxed before he slowly slid out of your mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching down to take your hand. He helped you to your feet before wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“Yeah, I liked that,” you said, your voice raw from all the gagging. “Can we do it again?”

“We can do anything you want to,” he said, placing his hands on your hips to hold you close. “But right now, can I eat you out?”

“Oh, Um,” you mumbled, your cheeks getting rosy at the idea. “You want to do that?”

“I’m not your ex,” he said, smirking at you. “I bet he never made you cum.”

“He didn’t,” you sighed, as Ethan backed you towards the bed.

“I will,” he said, as he started to lift your shirt.

Ethan got you out of your jeans and shirt, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He hovered over you, his mouth moving against your neck as his hand roamed your body. You were squirming as you tried to patient, but it was getting harder for you, especially when his hand reached in between your thighs and rubbed you over your panties.

“So wet,” he mumbled against your neck, his breath giving you goosebumps. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

He pulled his hand away as he sat up, grabbing your hands for you to sit up, too. His hands reached around you to unhook your bra, his mouth not leaving your neck as he slid the straps down your arms and threw it to the other side of the room.

“We have to go to Tara’s soon,” you reminded him, as he pulled away and started to laugh.

“We’re probably going to be late.”

He leaned down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You started to whimper as he sucked, pulling off it with a soft pop before he moved to the other side.

Once his lips trailed further down your body, you were trying so hard to be in the moment, but your mind started to wander. You practically worshiped the ground Ethan walked on, and all he wanted in that moment was you, but you still didn’t know if this was going to anything more than a friends with benefits situation, or if he wanted to be with you like you wanted to be with him.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, pulling you from your thoughts as he started to kiss your inner thighs.

“Mmm, it’s nothing,” you moaned once he started to suck your flesh into his mouth.

He pulled away to look at you, “No, tell me.”

You sighed in frustration, both from him stopping and you really didn’t want to pour your heart out to him in that moment. But he just kept staring at you, waiting for you to say something.

“I’ve…fuck,” you sighed, taking a deep breath. “I want this…but I need to know how you feel about me.”

He smiled at you as your blush spread across your cheeks. “You haven’t realized that I’m in love with you yet?”

“In love with me?” you asked, as he slid your panties down your legs.

“Mhm, I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he said, before he buried his head between your thighs.

“Shit,” you gasped, as his tongue licked fat stripes from your entrance to your clit.

He started to focus on your clit, giving all the attention to your needy bundle of nerves. You looked down to see that he was watching you, taking in all the little faces you were making. He was alternating between swirling and lightly sucking, the stimulation making your entire body feel hot.

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, your legs feeling shaky as he moved it against the spot inside of you that you weren’t even sure existed. He watched you start to fall apart over just one finger, and once he added another one, you were a whimpering mess. He licked your clit a few more times before he pulled away to talk to you, his fingers still moving.

“You never told me how you feel about me,” he said, curving his fingers to apply more pressure.   

“Unfff, fuck,” you whined, your hands tightly gripping the comforter underneath you.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop,” he playfully said, smirking as his fingers brought you closer to the edge.

Your brain was turning to mush, but you pulled yourself together for a second, not wanting him to stop. “I’m in love with you, too.”

He leaned back down to your clit, sucking on it a little harder than he had before. Your whines got louder as the euphoric feeling washed over you, his free hand holding down your bucking hips. It felt so good that your eyes started to water, your entire body tingling as he worked you through it.

Just as you came down from your high, you heard a knock coming from your front door. You were too fucked out from Ethan’s fingers to even care, as he started to laugh.

“I bet that’s Tara,” he said, as he laid down beside you. “We’re late.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, lazily sliding your naked body off the side of your bed, landing on your feet.

You grabbed your robe and put it on, your legs still wobbly as you made your way to the front door. You looked out the peephole to see Tara and Mindy.

“Hey,” Tara said once you opened the door, her smile dropping once she noticed you weren’t dressed. “Are you still coming over?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there soon,” you said, noticing both of them staring at something. “What?”

“Is Ethan here?” Mindy asked, a smirk playing on her lips as she realized what was going on.

“Yeah, we’ll both be over in a few,” you said, still not understanding what they were looking at.

“Okay…you might want to cover that up before you come over,” Mindy said, gesturing to your neck as Tara started to giggle.

You bit your bottom lip as the embarrassment hit, realizing that Ethan sucking on your neck earlier must’ve left a hickey.

“No, you know what? You guys finish whatever ‘studying’ you’re doing, then come over. We’re sorry for interrupting,” Tara said, fighting off her laughter as she and Mindy walked down the hall to her apartment.

You sighed as you closed the door, knowing that you and Ethan were definitely going to be grilled once you did go to Tara’s.

“Why didn’t you tell me you put this on my neck?” you said, glancing at it in the mirror after you walked back in your room.

“Are you embarrassed that they know you’re mine?” he questioned, walking up behind you. He rested his head against your shoulder, but your mind was in a haze once you felt his hard cock pressing against you.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to be yours? I’m definitely not embarrassed,” you said, making him laugh as he moved your hair to the side the place more kisses to your neck.

“Well, I did hear them say we should finish studying,” he said, as his hand reached over to untie your robe. “I’m not done studying you yet.”

“Fuck,” you gasped, when his hand started to massage one of your breasts, gently pinching at your nipple. Your back leaned against his chest as you relaxed into his touches, your breathing getting heavier as his hand trailed lower. “Can I be on top?”

“For a little bit, yeah,” he mumbled against you as his fingers rubbed across your still-soaked pussy. “Is that okay?”

“Mhm.”

You had so many things you wanted to do with Ethan, so many things you hadn’t experienced yet. Any nerves you had about your inexperience faded, your confidence showing as you got on top to straddle him.

“Take your time, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, as you grabbed his cock that was resting against his lower stomach. You lined him up with your entrance and started to sink down on him. “So tight,” he groaned, as you tried to get used to the stretched-out feeling. He wasn’t all the way in and you already felt so full.

“Mmm,” you moaned once you’d taken all of him, your ass meeting the top of his thighs.

You took a minute, trying to adjust your legs to the most comfortable position as his hands ran up your sides. Once you started to bounce on him, his hands went to your hips to help you move. Your bottom lip went in between your teeth as you held eye contact with him. Once he started to thrust up into you, your hands went to your breasts, massaging them as he helped your hips meet his.

He loved having you on top, and he loved watching the way your tits bounced, but he needed to be in control. He needed to push your limits a little until you were falling apart underneath him. He held your hips in place a few seconds before he flipped you over, a squeal flying out of your mouth. He smirked down at you before he grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them toward you with his hands.

“Stop me if anything hurts, okay?” he said, as you smiled and nodded. He slid back inside of you, his hands right below the back of your knees as he started to pound into you.

Your mouth fell open as he fucked you, every sound that built up in your throat flying out. He was so deep, but the tip of his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“That feel good?” he asked, pushing your legs closer to you. You babbled in response, the new angle making him go even deeper. “Look at you, so cock drunk, so perfect.”

All you could do was whimper as you felt yourself getting close. You were fighting to keep your fluttering eyes open, because you didn’t want to miss a single second of watching him. The beautiful boy that you’d fallen so hard for had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead that his curls were starting to stick to, his bottom lip was in between his teeth. You felt so submissive as you just laid there and took it. You were okay with him using you in whatever way he wanted, because you’d do anything for him.

“You gonna cum, baby?” he asked, as he felt your walls start to flutter.

“Yes!” you cried out, your hands shakily gripping the comforter again as the wave crashed into you so hard your vision got fuzzy. You kept trying to talk as he fucked you through it, his teeth showing as he smiled at your babbles.

“I’m almost there, baby. Can you take it a little longer?” he asked as your eyes peeled open to look at him.

“Yes, it feels so good,” you moaned, as he sped up, chasing his orgasm.

Your body kept jolting like little aftershocks from the intensity of your own orgasm, and you were feeling a little overstimulated, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop. He was going so fast and so deep as he panted, mumbling your name as his head started to roll back.

“Gonna…fuck. Cum,” he said, pulling his cock out and shooting his release all over your tummy. He caught his breath as he looked at you through his hooded eyes. You smiled at him as he moved to lay on the bed beside you.

“I think we need to shower,” you said, glancing down at his cum on you. “I don’t really have anything that has a manly scent, though.”

“That’s okay. I’ll get to smell like you,” he said, his fingertips brushing against your arm.

After your shower with Ethan, you concealed the giant purple mark on your neck and took the walk of shame over to Tara’s. Your friends got quiet as you walked in, glancing back and forth between you and Ethan.

“Sooo,” Chad said, noticing Ethan’s wet hair, “Did you two finally realize that you’re meant to be together?”

“Oh yeah,” Ethan said, as Chad walked over to dap him up.

“It’s about time. It was getting exhausting to watch the two of you,” Mindy said, as Tara nodded in agreement.

You, Ethan and Chad walked over to sit on the couch as Mindy pushed play on the movie she was waiting to start until you got there. After a few minutes, Chad looked over to Ethan.

“Dude, this is a little blunt, but you smell so good right now.”

You started to giggle as Ethan laughed and wrapped his arm around you, holding you close.

“He’s right, you do smell good.”

[jwanniie]

ik hanni's so soft, but can you make a fic like I kinda wanna see her as a fuck girl 😭 liek girlie be fuckin girls left and right

And she's like a bball/foot ball player and ur like innocent and ofc a VIRGIN

Mean gp hanni please, and also take ur time 😓

Pairings: G!p Fuck girl basketball player Hanni x fem reader!

Word count: 1,4

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), use of aphrodisiac, manipulation, corruption kink, p in v, fuck girl hanni, virgin reader, reader gets called kitty, little bit of teasing, not proofread, and just filthy smut!!

Jwans note: I managed to make this kinda soft🫣🤷‍♀️

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You hated basketball, and you hated Hanni. Or maybe you hated basketball because of hanni?

Hanni was one of the most popular basketball players in your whole school, and the most arrogant one. She had girls literally flooding her house everyday or all over her in the school cafeteria.

You’ve heard some of the nastiest rumors about her, from the same girls that she has fucked dumb and threw away the next day, it got to the point that there were no more girls to fuck in your school, she had to “re-fuck” and that was one of the things that she hated. She wanted something new and different, not something she already got to have her fun with. She got bored easily and that’s just her habit.🤷‍♀️

You hated her because of her mean attitude and the way she treated the girls after she got to have her fun with them. Well hate is a big word, dislike is more like it.

You never hanged out with type of people like Hanni. She was way out of your league and you liked your own small group of friends. You guys weren’t nerd but you weren’t popular, you guys just had your grades on the top of the list. You cared for your future and career. So after the cute kindergarten crush and date you had, you never went out nor had some kind of hook up in some available room in those frat parties like most people your age did.

You heard the unnecessary rumor in your school, about your friend group being a pack of losers and virgins. You have no idea who spread that information, but there was nothing to deny except the losers part. You honestly didn’t know what was wrong with being a virgin or not having much experience. But still you had to torment the laughing of the mean girls and the laughing of the fuck girls.

Hanni found the thing, quite alluring actually. The idea of fucking a virgin pussy and virgin mouth, didn’t fail to make blood pressure in her cock and also she’d put you in the list of the girls she has already fucked, so it’s a win win situation for her.

But the real question is…How will she get you under her spell?! You were a hard person to impress or to make a move on, so if she acted nice and kind around you, that won’t impress you.She need more smart and easy way to blind you under the sheets.

The teacher has been nagging about her needing a tutor because of the constant basketball practice and the basketball games. So she have been missing out on lots. Hanni recommended you as her tutor, you were shocked that she even acknowledged you, you were gonna deny but the wide smile the teacher gave and the loud “Good choice” she muttered made you change your mind and accept being her tutor. What is the worse that could happen?

Days come and go as fast as wind, and here you are in front of her door, the first tutoring session. Bringing your hand to knock on the wooden surface. You gave two soft knocks, and not long after, a figure stood tall in front of you. She was wearing grey sweatpants and her teams basketball shirt.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes travel down to her crotch, the visible little bump in there. She saw how you eyed her length she gave a little dirty chuckle. “Shall we go inside?”

You gulped before meeting her lust filled eyes and nodded hurriedly. The little look she had on her face, made anticipation burn right under your belly button.

You sat down on her black leather couch crossing your legs and she stood in front of you.

“Do you want coffee, tee or juice?” She asked you heading towards her kitchen, you registered what she said. “Juice is fine!” You answered politely.

You waited for her patiently, your bag on your lap, playing with all of the cool zippers and pockets before her figure came with a tray of what you think is Orange Juice and heart chocolates. You honestly don’t know about this combo of Orange juice and chocolate, but you are here as a guest so you must be grateful for what she offers you.

You took the glass of juice from the tray and took a little sip, she offered you heart chocolates with a little smirk. Your heart told you to not take it but your brain shouted otherwise and you obviously went with your brain.

“Taste these new chocolates, I bought them from a cool shop near here!”

You mumbled a low ‘thank you’ and took a bite from the heart chocolate. “It’s good!” You said with a warm smile on your face. “I know” she smiled back at you, or not a smile, it was more like a grin.

You started the tutoring session, it was going peacefully and perfectly, before you felt your panties soaked, you were so wet that you swore that there is a probably a stain on her couch. But what confused you was,why were you aroused? There was no particular reason for you to be this wet.

You felt that your clit was ten times more sensitive and you felt like a horny rabbit, even the slightest touches of her hand on your burning form was enough to make the most sinful noises come out. She saw how you were biting your lip or stuttering when her knee brushed against yours. The drug finally did it work and she loved seeing you in this vulnerable state.

You tried rubbing your soaked pussy against the couch, but soon stopped due to the noises that threatened to fall. She wrapped her hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your heat.

She started groping and rubbing the soft flesh. And you couldn’t help yourself and you let out a moan, your hand immediately found it way on top of your mouth, your eyes wide at the sound you just let out.

She gave once again one of her dirty chuckles “if you want me to touch you this badly you could just tell me kitty!” Her index and middle finger found it way over your clothed clit and started rubbing it.

“Fuck- baby you have a waterfall down here” your breath hitched, your brain too occupied with pleasure and the feeling of wanting more that you are not processing what she said. She took off your pants and started toying with your soaked pussy, playing with your folds, thrusting her knuckles in then pulling immediately out, or pinching your sensitive pearl.

And suddenly all of her touches were gone. Her sweats were getting too uncomfortable and suffocating for her, with one swift motions her clothing was discarded on the same pile as your pants.

She aligned herself with your walls before pushing in, your virgin pussy suffocating her cock in the most delicious way ever.

“Fuck kitty, your pussy is hugging me so tight.” Her eyes were shut close and yours were too. Your sobs echoed through the room walls, you were desperate for more. Her hips started rocking against yours gently, the head of her cock discovering places nobody has ever visited. She gripped on your waist like she could just collapse any moment, the grip so tight that you are sure there is now a red or purple marks there

“I’m the first and only one who is going to run this pussy” she muttered before her face leaned against yours, her lips swallowing your high pitched moans.

Her pace started being desperate, hammering her hips against yours, sweaty skin slapping sounds echoing, moans and groans the only thing your brain processing. Her lips captured yours, the kiss messy and sloppy, exchanging saliva and her tongues sucking on yours.

Your pussy was now swallowing her length even tighter, “Hanni I-I’m close” you uttered, it was more like a moan but she could understand you.

“M-me too kitty m-me too!” She groaned. Her tips continued abuse made you clench once more around her before your orgasm washed over you, leaving you exhausted. Your first ever orgasm.

You felt your insides being flooded with warm sticky liquid and you realized that she came. She snuggled onto you, her hands wrapping around your exhausted form. And your hands around her neck. You knew that you had to take a shower soon, but you want to enjoy this moment for now.

[worldlxvlys]

my eyes only (part 4)

jealous! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing, reader is in a toxic relationship, smuttt, p in v, cream pie, choking, oral (fem receiving), squirting, masturbation, use of vibrator, cheating

** i’m not promoting cheating in the slightest, this is fiction. please do not cheat on anyone.

a/n: part 4 was highly requested sooo here it is <33

previous part

“it was an accident!” i yelled for what had to be the tenth time.

“how the hell do you accidentally send someone nudes ?” charlie yelled back.

i let a heavy sigh as i rolled my eyes, “hey, don’t roll your eyes at me”

my face scrunched up at that, “i can do whatever the hell i want with my own eyes, charlie. i don’t know why you think you can control my every move” he looked like he wanted to make a snarky comment at that, but i stopped him, “and why were you going through my phone?” i asked.

he looked take aback at the fact that i knew, “ i didn’t” he spoke defensively.

“so you weren’t going through me and chris’s texts?” i asked.

he sighed, giving up the act, “ok, fine. yes i went through your texts once. it was awhile ago, though”

“you are un-fucking-believable, charlie. how am i supposed to trust you when you don’t even trust me?” i asked.

“i know, it’s just-”i cut him off, “your past relationships, i know. but that doesn’t give you the right to go through my phone”

his eyebrows scrunched up at that, “are you trying to invalidate my feelings right now?” he asked.

my eyes widened at that, “i-no! what are you talking about?”

“i mean, you just basically told me that what i went through in the past means nothing to you”

“charlie, when did i say that?” i asked incredulously.

“whatever. i just can’t believe you’re pulling this shit while i’m going through such a hard time. i mean, you know how much stress i’ve been dealing with because of work, and now i have to worry about my girlfriend sending nudes to another guy”

my face softened at this, realizing that there was some truth to what he was saying.

although i would never admit it out loud, i did send chris those nudes on purpose. and on top of that, i gave him access to several of my explicit videos.

thank god charlie didn’t know about that part.

it was wrong of me to do, but when it came to chris, every logical thought of mine flew out the window.

my boyfriend was an asshole, but that didn’t give me the right to add onto his stress.

“i’m sorry, you’re right. it won’t happen again. what can i do to make it up to you?” i asked as i rubbed his shoulders.

i wasn’t an idiot. i knew that i was better off breaking things off with him, but i was scared. as fucked up as our relationship was, it was one of the only constant things in my life. and although it was dangerous for my mental health, it was safe.

change is inevitable, but it’s also uncontrollable in most situations. and this situation was one of the rare cases where i had full control.

“stop talking to him.” my heart dropped at this.

“what? you want me to just stop talking to someone who i’ve been friends with for years?” by the tone of my voice, he could probably tell that i wasn’t going to do it.

“ok, you’re right, that’s unreasonable. but, maybe just back off of him a little?” he asked.

“please? it would help ease my mind” he spoke as he squeezed my waist, his grip tighter than usual.

i had been with charlie long enough to read him pretty well. his mood could flip in a matter of seconds, and it was quite frightening to experience. sometimes, when he was seconds away from doing it, he would squeeze my hip or shoulder firmly. this was obviously one of those times where my answer would determine how the rest of the night went.

he had never hurt me before, but i was still always careful not to set him off.

“ok, yeah” i nodded my head at him.

“i need to hear you say it” he said, refusing to let go of me.

“i’ll back off of him” i said.

he let go of me, a grin taking over his features, “thank you, baby. i really appreciate it”

i nodded at him, smiling weakly.

1 WEEK LATER

CHRIS’S POV

“it was a mistake”, those were the words she said a week ago. those words led me to believe that she would change her my eyes only password.

wrong.

because when i opened her my eyes only the day after she sent that text, the password worked.

she added more videos to the collection, in fact, she didn’t delete my own video.

and when i clicked onto the most recent video, the first thing i heard her moan was my name.

so that’s the game she wants to play? she won’t answer my texts, but she’ll scream my name when she plays with herself?

fine, let’s play.

throughout the week, we added more and more videos to the collection. we teased each other, moaned each other’s names, and spoke the dirtiest words to our phones.

we never addressed the videos in our text messages, as our conversations never got past a “hi, how are you” and a dry response.

it was an odd situation, but she seemed hellbent on avoiding any conversation.

finally, after a week of playing the game, i decided to go over to her house and talk to her like an adult.

i didn’t bother texting her, knowing i wouldn’t get a response.

READER’S POV

“fuck, chris” i moaned out as my head flew back onto my bed.

my body was bare and covered in a layer of sweat as i held my vibrator against my clit with one hand, the other fingering my wet hole.

my phone was propped up against a chair, capturing my pleasure perfectly.

i was so close to my orgasm, i didn’t hear my front door open.

“chris! i’m gonna-!” i cut myself off as my door flew open.

in a panic, i moved my hands and turned my head towards the door.

my eyes widened in horror, as chris stood by my door with hooded eyes.

chris and i stared at each other as we both waited for someone to say something.

“chris-” i started, but paused when he pulled his shirt off.

he quick strides in my direction, before leaning down and capturing my lips in a desperate kiss.

i moaned into the kiss, as our lips moved against each others quickly.

he detached our lips, pressing his forehead to mine. “do you want this or not?” he asked, his eyes still closed. “cause one second you say it’s a mistake, then the next you’re moaning my name. if you’re just gonna play with my feelings, i-” i stopped him by pressing my lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“i want this, chris. i want you. i was scared and confused, and i shouldn’t have played with you like that. i need you to know this isn’t a game to me” i spoke as my gaze shifted between his eyes.

“i’ve wanted you for so fucking long, i just didn’t know how to tell you” i cupped his jaw with my hand, running my thumb along the skin right under his bottom lip.

“thank fuck” he whispered before pushing his lips onto mine again.

my hands found their way to the back of his neck as his soft lips caressed mine.

his hands went to my boobs, squeezing and pinching my nipples, eliciting a small moan from me.

“fuck, you sound even better in person” he groaned.

he continued to play with my tits as our lips slid against each other’s perfectly.

his hips ground down into my body, his clothed erection pressing into my inner thigh.

i bit down onto my lip, suppressing my moans.

“don’t be shy now, baby. you’re so vocal when i’m not in front of you. do i need to play one of the videos?” he asked, making me narrow my eyes at him.

in one swift motion, i hooked my leg around his waist, pushing him down into me and flipping us over.

his eyes widened as i wrapped my hand around his throat, making him let out a choked moan.

“yeah? you like it when i choke you like this?” i asked as i moved my hand down to his sweatpants.

“mmm, fuck yea” he groaned out.

i hooked my finger into his sweatpants, tugging them down.

my fingers gently caressed his thighs as i moved my mouth to the top of his boxers.

i looked up at him through my lashes as i took the waistband between my teeth, pulling it up and letting it snap back against his skin, making his hips jerk slightly.

“i want these off” i spoke.

he quickly pulled them down, letting his dick spring free.

“remember that pink dildo?” i asked as i let my spit travel down to his cock, beginning to spread it around his length.

“y-yeah, i do” he groaned in response.

i lined him up with my entrance and sank down onto him, pulling long strings of curses from both of our lips.

“i always imagine that it’s your cock buried inside of me” i moaned out as i began to move on top of him.

“o-oh my fuck” he whispered as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

he seemed to almost be shocked at the amount of pleasure coursing through his body, as his arms stayed frozen at his side.

“touch me, chris” i spoke, snapping him out of his trance.

his hands shot out to my sides, sliding down to grab my ass.

i grabbed his shoulders to stablilize myself as i rolled my hips into his.

“god, you feel even better than i ever imagined” i spoke as i pressed my forehead to his, staring into his eyes.

“you look so fucking good on top of me like this. love watching you fuck yourself on my cock” he whispered to me.

“you like the way i squeeze you?” i asked as i clenched around him.

he whimpered at the feeling, before replying, “not gonna last if you do that”

“good, i’m on the pill. i need you to fuck your cum into me, chris. need it so bad” i moaned as his dick plunged in and out of my tight hole.

the dirty words sent chris over the edge.

his fingers dug into my ass, holding me down against him as he shot his cum deep inside of my walls.

i lifted my hips off of him and swung my leg over his, moving from on top of him.

“wait, you didn’t finish” he pointed out.

“it’s fine” i shrugged it off.

chris wasn’t having this as he pulled me back towards his body.

“ride my face” he spoke as he pulled me back on top of him.

“what?” i asked, my eyes widening at his statement.

“i don’t know what you’re used to, but we’re not done until you cum. so, ride my face.” he spoke, throwing slight shade towards charlie, as he laid down.

following his instructions, i positioned myself right above his face. i hovered for a second before chris pulled me down onto him, pulling all of my weight onto his face.

“oh my god, chris” my jaw fell slack as my hands laced into his hair, tugging gently.

he groaned against my heat as his tongue licked up and down my folds.

i began to rock my hips against his mouth. with every upward movement, chris’ nose pressed against my clit.

“chris! i’m cumming!” i spoke as my body tensed up.

my toes curled and my fingers scratched his scalp as i felt an intense wave of pleasure run through my body.

i lifted myself off of his face as my juices shot out of my trembling body, saturating the pillow and chris’s face.

“fuck! sorry, sorry” i spoke quickly as i got off of him.

“don’t ever apologize for something like that, ma. that was hot as fuck” he spoke before licking his lips.

i got up to grab something to clean his face up, when he stopped me.

“wait, take a picture of my face!” he grinned.

“what, why?” i asked.

“we can save it to your my eyes only” he winked.

🌀🌀🌀🌀

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[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Having The Same Abilities As Wolverine

Requested: Heyy! Can I request a the boys preference where reader is a supe who pretty much has wolverine's powers? Ty!! - @ghostlyaccurate

Requested: Hii can I request the boys pref x female wolverine? <33 - anon

A/N: Reminder my loves! Everything is written as gender neutral, I don't write specifically freader or mreader. I hope you like it! I am working 100% from Wolverines Wikipedia page lol since I forget most of his powers. Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher finds your abilities both disgusting and impressive. Your super sight, smell, etc. are really helpful in certain situations. He jokingly calls you their own personal Tek Knight, which you shut down immediately. What's disgusting is when your claws come out, breaking through the skin of your knuckles. There's a lot of blood. There's a lot of pain even with your healing. And something about them just freaks him out. You jokingly try to poke him with them, touch him with them, and though he'd never admit it, he absolutely hates the feeling. There's just something wrong about them that he can't pinpoint or describe. They're helpful for sure and watching you use them is always gory, he'd just like for them to go away as quickly as possible.

Hughie finds you fascinating. The healing and the claws are always cool, but it's the fact that you're so much older than all of them, so much more experienced, and yet you age so little. Because you're body heals so well, you age at a slower rate than the rest of the world. While that's not totally new for Supes, he's always interested in hearing about your life. You have so much knowledge, so many more experiences, so many lives lived before this mess took over. You find it the least interesting part of your abilities, but Hughie's always had an appreciation for the underappreciated. He loves to listen to you talk about the past, what the world was like, what Vought and The Seven were like. It wasn't always this fucked, at least that's the conclusion he comes to as you talk. It was fucked, it was a mess, but the introduction of Homelander really set in stone this future.

Annie is your confidant. The healing factor has saved your and others lives countless times, but everyone forgets you can still feel pain. Long after your body has put itself back together, the phantom pain lingers. It's excruciating and, secretly, you live in fear of being torn apart. Days and weeks later, you move as if you're still broken. You'll wake up, confused for a moment, expecting to be torn limb from limb, before you come to your senses. Even your claws leave your hands raw, arthritic. You know Annie thinks about that more than anyone else. You told her one night about the pain and since then she's always been aware, quietly asking you if you're alright. Sometimes the pain goes away in a few hours, other times it takes weeks. It all depends on the severity. You try not to complain, knowing you must sound like a broken record, but she doesn't see it that way.

M.M., kind of like Butcher, is weirded out by your claws. He doesn't mind the healing or the heightened senses. For the most part, those things are hidden. It's the claws he gets the heebie jeebies from. You poke fun at him because of this. Out of all the Supe abilities you could have gotten, claws aren't the oddest thing you could have developed. He is reminded of Webweavers abilities and that puts things into perspective for a little while. He didn't trust you in the beginning. It was hard to show him you weren't just another Supe hopped up on V. You're a lot older than everyone, you've experienced more, you're wiser than he gives you credit for. He learns to trust you because of your level head. In situations where other people would be losing their shit, you're calm, cool, and collected. It isn't your abilities that make him befriend you, it's the person underneath them.

Frenchie both loves and hates your abilities. He finds your claws fascinating. Every time you use them he's left in awe. He loves watching you use them, the way you can hide them and bring them out when they're least expecting it. He doesn't find them weird or odd like his friends. They're amazing. He hates, though, that your heightened senses are basically a lie detector test he fails every time. You know when he's been drinking, smoking, getting high. You try not to make a big deal about it, but you do talk to him about it in private. You know when he's lying, though any non-Supe could figure it out when they learn all his tells. He's not as good as he thinks he is at lying. He's always amazed with your stamina, too. It's something a lot of people tend to overlook about your powers, but he doesn't.

Kimiko and you bond effortlessly. Your abilities are so similar and yet so different. Together you're a fantastic duo, unstoppable. She likes touching your claws, though hates the way they have to come out. She knows what it's like, to have to sacrifice yourself, your body, for the greater good. She knows what it's like to wake up confused and, for a moment, feeling as if you're missing parts of yourself. The two of you work together effortlessly and find a lot of humor in your abilities whereas everyone else sees a severed limb of broken bones, you can see just how silly the body is, how fragile and easily it both breaks and repairs itself. She loves your heightened senses and always tells her what you can find out: M.M. got a new chapstick (strawberry), Butcher ate something with peppers, Annie got Hughie a new cologne, etc.

[feelingdozy]

Can you do jealous possessive Yuta Okkotsu? The reader is not aware of his feelings and treats him as a friend. He gets jealous of Itadori or Inumaki?

"You look better beside me" - Yuuta Okkotsu

summary: You're not understanding the material in class and ask Inumaki for help- not knowing that Yuuta constantly has his eyes on you, and he's wondering why you don't just ask him for help. He doesn't understand why he has this urge when it comes to you- one for you to only go to him, need him, and only him. What are these feelings, and why can't he stand the sight of you with anyone else but him?

wc: 11,3k

warnings: 18+, fingering, p in v, oral (f receiving), cunnilingus, soft dom yuuta, creampie, fighting/sparring, unrequited love, Inumaki needs a hug

The page in front of you began to look dull and confusing- letters were scattered and smushed randomly all over the front page, making it hard for your brain to comprehend. It was a hard enough subject in general, why did it need to get harder to understand?

You dreaded even lifting the thin piece of paper to the other side to graze over its contents- not wanting to see what else you'd have to suffer through. After a quick look, you were catching words that scared you and didn't process properly in your mind, making you turn your body subtly toward the white-haired boy seated to the right of you, whispering quietly to him to not avert the teacher's attention away from the board.

"hey- Inumaki, can you help me with this?" You whispered, looking at him with a hopeful glistening in your eyes.

he replied back in a hushed tone, "salmon, tuna", ("yeah, now focus.".)

Although the man sounded serious in his quiet chatter, you could catch the playful undertones in such simple ingredients he voiced. You had learned to catch subtle things he does when speaking those ingredients because once you got a gist of what he was trying to say, it was easy to understand his structured wording and the other things he was trying to convey. So eventually you caught onto those little things, his teasing moments or playful ones- him mocking you, sometimes hoping you don't catch it- yet you always do.

After hearing his agreement to your request, you obeyed and adjusted yourself, putting your focus back on the board in front of you. You were fortunate you weren't caught speaking out of turn- because to be frank, you weren't quiet most of the time, and if he let out a joke as his response like he usually did, your laughter would interrupt the whole class and you'd get your a scolding- one you didn't want because Gojo rarely decided to teach material inside the classroom, focusing rather on hands-on experiences.

Inumaki was grateful he had someone who got the little jokes he couldn't communicate normally- he had grown a special, intimate relationship with you unconsciously in his head. He hadn't noticed his new, overly caring behavior towards you until recently- no matter what you asked of him he'd always accept without hesitation. If he was in the middle of something, it would immediately be cast aside for you no matter if it was a simple text interrupting his studying, or a little conversation when the teacher wasn't looking like the past moment at hand. He had begun growing flushed at the littlest of touches or conversations you held- your hand grazing his when you were begging him for assistance, one on his shoulder to get his attention, or the sight of you waving him goodbye at the end of the day.

It had finally solidified when you came over for tutoring sometimes. Inumaki enjoyed your presence- and he took it as an opportunity to poke fun. Not knowing the lesson came in handy for him to tease you, but he didn't expect to be carried away by the way you looked so adorable when you were focused- a confusing look plastered on your face shouldn't have been that cute on anyone else's face- so why was he stuck in such a daze when he caught your eyes staring back at his? Why were his cheeks starting to flush, and his heart starting to race faster than before?

"Hey Inumaki-? Hey, you okay?" You had said obliviously, waving your hand in front of his wide, unfocused eyes.

"Ah!- s-salmon, salmon. Tuna!" (Ah!- y-yeah, I'm okay. Focus on your work!). He scolded, with good intent- but it made you pout and turn back to the desk. It made it harder for him to keep the newly discovered feelings from spilling out, looking down at his feet to prevent you from sneaking a look at his mess of a face.

He didn't know how long he'd be able to play off these seemingly innocent feelings- he couldn't truly accept they were more then he had thought because of how he was terrified of the outcome. What if it backfired on him, and he'd just end up being laughed at and humiliated- by you!? You two had your good moments, yes, but could you think of him as anything more than that?

Being in class made it easier to ignore, but the plans he consistently made with you over, and over, contradicted everything he wanted- that being to distance himself, so the feelings could fade with time and separation. But he knew he could never fully stay away from you, and you simply wouldn't let him go astray.

He took pride in teaching you the things you couldn't catch onto as easily, so technically you coming over should always be a good thing for him- but it was torturous. Inumaki was only able to admire from afar, especially taking effect when you were in the classroom. He noticed the way your hair fell from the place it was tucked behind your ear as you leaned forward to closely observe the worksheet laid out in front of you, the hair being too bothersome and adjusting it quickly to the same spot it was before.

When doing little things like that, you always felt like you were being watched or observed, but you were always too busy writing down the answers to notice how intently the boy had his eyes on you. It was like he was looking at a beautiful, painted scene so rich he couldn't take his eyes off of it- you made up the scene, and nothing else could top nor draw his attention away from such a magnificent feat- he was entranced that such beauty could be translated into one person. He knew that if you were to be taken away from his grasp, let alone his vision, he'd be absolutely devasted- heartbroken. Would he survive observing such a scene without you as the main subject? So no matter how much he wanted to confess, he wouldn't- he let his fear get the best of him- thinking it was for the best.

As you adjusted yourself in your chair, you spared a glance around the classroom to see if anyone was giving you any annoyed looks at the muttered words between you two, doing it so hastily that you didn't catch your best friend's eyes from staring from right behind you. He now stared intently into your back, deep in thought, in the depths of his mind admiring your form in front of him as it graced his eyes. You were only facing forward with nothing to show him, only the white back of your shirt, yet you had never been a sore sight. Only a sore subject- if you were brought up in any way other than platonic his face would grow redder than any had ever seen it before. He constantly raced to change the subject at hand, always failing and being teased when his friends brought it up just to get at him, yet you never caught wind of it. You continued your relationship with him innocently- thinking of him only as a kind and endearing friend- one willing to help you no matter the problem- pick you up whenever you fell down, he was always at your call no matter the position you left him in to deal with. Knowing that, eventually the man started to think you were developing feelings for Inumaki instead- his friend knew of his feelings towards you but kept on idle conversations anyways, just to get him riled up- but Yuuta just caught on to how he wanted you as well.

He couldn't stand the way you smiled so wholeheartedly at Inumaki. Quite frankly, it got on his nerves. Yuuta tried to mind his business whenever you started up a conversation with him, but the way his eyes lit up when you signaled for him called for him to be watched- observed even, and closely. He couldn't let what was his slip away so easily from his grasp, especially to one of his 'closest' friends.

Yuuta admired the way you were so nice to everyone- he was too, yet that was a weakness you both shared, and he knew better than anyone that someone could take advantage of it and take you hostage for purely selfish desires. Being too good for everyone meant being destined to be with only one person- someone who shared the same characteristics as you, that one being Yuuta. His feelings of such went way back- embarrassingly finding you attractive when he first laid his seemingly innocent eyes on you, meeting yours in eye contact as you shyly went to grab his hand as he held it out for you to take, light shades of blush cursing his face as he prayed quietly for them to fade away or not be seen- he didn't want to ruin such a crucial first impression.

You had tripped outside at the playground, and after the incident with Rika, he had no other people to talk to. He ran over to aid you, a friendship from an unfortunate scenario being brought to life at that moment. A scraped knee made tears pluck from the corners of your eyes at the time, and his rough palm was there to rub them away at once.

"Don't cry- it'll be okay." He said, calming down a distressed, sniffling little girl clutching onto her clothing in fear of blood. He managed to alert some parents in the vicinity, and in the end you were bandaged up with a new boy by your side. He stayed beside you until he made sure you'd be okay, only then running home because the sun was fading over the horizon. All night all he thought about was you.

After that day, he couldn't take his eyes off you- and every day you'd meet at the park until suddenly he had disappeared without a word.

At the time, you were his salvation of sorts- a love-at-first-sight scenario. A young love he only muttered to Rika in scattered words, afraid her jealousy would overpower her at the time and seek you out. He talked about you lots- and his crush had only lasted and strengthened although you were separated, increasing its intensity when you found him again while winding up at Jujutsu High a couple years later after being separation. You graciously accepted him in again and became close- you deeply trusted him now just like you had before, and thought of him as your best friend. Best friend.

But it had always been this way- you had never looked at him as anything else but a friend, especially after knowing how Rika had been unconsciously created. It was a bond you could never overcome. She'd always come first in the contest for his heart, so what was the point of paying any mind to it- no romantic feelings had blossomed, and it was best it had stayed that way. You were calm with a peaceful mind, nothing clouding it or holding you back and getting in your way.

Yuuta continued to stare at the back of your head, imagining it was him sitting beside you instead of Inumaki, and you whispering in his ear, your breath grazing the lobe and ever so softly asking him if he'd be so nice as to help you- he didn't realize his face was getting hot until he brought his hands up to cover it out of shame and embarrassment of his internal thoughts, feeling the heat radiating off of it- warming his hands up like he was planted in front of a fireplace.

"Inumaki- come, shuffle over here and help me with this one. I don't understaaand-" You whined in a whisper, gaining side eyes from students all around the room now. The overwhelming presence of their glares weighed down you as you visibly shrunk back in your seat, retreating from attempting to get Inumaki's attention. Making you jump, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder from behind, making you turn around to be met with Yuuta's kind smile.

"Let me help you y/n." He said in a persuading voice, not caring to whisper and keep his words hidden. Ignoring the familiar looks, you nodded in return as you moved your materials to his desk. Gojo's lesson had ended right as you had done that, making Inumaki turn to you, fully prepared to ask you what you needed from him- only to be met with the sight of Yuuta already helping you, his finger pointing and his smooth words helping you understand. It made a tinge of anger and frustration flood into his system. He resisted the urge to comment on it and only turned back around to be met with his empty work page he hadn't started on yet, waiting so he could do it with you. He decided it'd be best if he worked on it- alone this time.

The bell rang shortly after Yuuta taught you some useful techniques, and you packed up your stuff in an instant, your notebook and pencil case being scooped up in your bag at a speed you'd only ever used when you were overly eager to go home and get out of school, or because you were being chased by a curse in an unfortunate scenario and cared for your life.

Yet because of your speed, you ended up bumping into the back of someone else. Luckily it was only the back of them and it had been because you weren't looking at where you were going as you rushed down the busy hallways of the emptying school, but unfortunately it caused a problem- knowing it'd delay the time you promised Inumaki you'd show up for your trip home.

Your whole face was smushed into the person's back, muffling your quick apologies to the person before they turned around, revealing a familiar appearance you knew all too well- a face you had talked to not long ago. Met with a joyful smile, Yuuta quickly dismissed your haste to mutter "sorry", embracing you in a long-awaited hug.

"Y/n! How about we talk for a while now that class is over? How've you been?" He said, disregarding your worries of offending him.

"I've been fine- anyways- sorry! I've got to get somewhere quickly-" But before you could finish your sentence, you found yourself being encased by his arm, suddenly feeling trapped against the wall of an empty and somewhat dimly lit hallway in the school that was rarely used, as it didn't lead to anywhere significantly important unless you were a janitor. He did it so your conversation would be private as students slowly exited the building, but it only intimidated you, doing the complete opposite of what he wanted to accomplish.

As you lifted your head to look at the boy pining you to the wall, you noticed his expression had darkened from the usually outgoing and happy one he wore- now looking more menacing- making your breath hitch. Not knowing if it was the fear of the situation in front of you, or the way he looked like such a different person- just maybe you.. enjoyed it? No- you just wanted to know what you did to be pinned to a wall, so you decided to speak out.

"Yuuta?" you said in a shy, teetering voice as his eyes finally made contact with yours, making you lose your train of thought of anything else you had prepared to say after calling out his name.

"Where are you so quick to go, hm?" You could feel his breath ever so slightly graze your face because he was so close, making you shiver in place under him.

"I- uh- I was just going to Inumaki's place to study, and-"

"Why not come to me instead? I can help you better." His gaze on you didn't falter as he spoke, only making it more enticing to answer him with quick replies.

"I just didn't want to bother you" You replied keeping your calm as a drop of sweat slid down your forehead.

"Bothering me?" He laughed, breaking the eye contact as they closed, becoming suddenly unserious and letting you go from the wall he held you against. "Tell him you can't make it- come to my place tomorrow, and I'll help you, ok?"

He spoke the words kindly, yet sternly, you'd feel bad to deny such an ask. Although he didn't propose it as a command, it made you feel entitled to not say anything but an agreement. You decided on shaking your head in silent agreement, his hand coming up to wave goodbye with a grin on his face as he walked away, making your vision spin and mind go hazy trying to grasp what just happened between you.

Your breathing was heavy, and your heart was thumping a little fast as you struggled to pull your phone out of your pocket to text Inumaki, fingers stumbling around the keyboard as you typed how you'd be late to meet him on your walk home- you were on your way. No longer in a rush to be anywhere, you valued your walk to your meeting place, the whole situation constantly replaying in your head, trying to understand where the sudden switch in attitude within the boy you thought you knew best came from. Maybe it had been because you hadn't been spending a lot of time with him- or because you hadn't spoken to him in a while. Yet no matter the excuse, you still couldn't seem to strike the real reason for his new behavior that would lead him to do something so out of character- maybe you were just overthinking and he was trying to help instead of make you feel scared. Being pinned to a wall by Yuuta Okkotsu- such an interaction made you feel deeper things you didn't exactly want.

You finally made it to your meetup spot, seeing Inumaki resting against a wall before a back alley, perking up when he saw your shadow approaching him.

"Hey Inumaki- sorry I just got caught up in some stuff." You said casually.

He only nodded, making you feel a little sorry for making him wait so long. He had started to overthink it while waiting for you, hoping his unintentional ignorance towards you during class wasn't the cause for such unusual behavior- someone had probably just stopped to talk to you, nothing big. He knew you, and knew you were hiding something else from him- but the man wouldn't pry if you didn't want to tell him more. As long as he didn't do anything, Inumaki would be fine. Unless- unless it was Yuuta. But he doubted you'd go as far as to be late on your walk home because of him. The two of you had done this for as long as you could remember, ever since your first year when you first were introduced to Inumaki, becoming friends quickly after.

it became a nice habit after a mission one day, and it stuck since then. It was nice to feel safe when you went home, knowing nothing would be able to bother you because you had Inumaki's protection. The two of you had already made it close to your home, almost at the first destination for him to drop you off- the second destination being his. You turned to him suddenly before getting close to the path leading to the building, suddenly shy to back out of your ask- you were the one who asked him, and now you were completely ditching him, and you felt awful.

"Hey- uh, Inumaki.. is it okay if I come over another day to study?- I know I said I would tomorrow- I think i'll be able to figure it out on my own though."

"Salmon- mustard leaf?" (Yeah that's fine- is everything okay?) He turned to you, his expression filled with concern filled you with even more guilt that you had never felt before- like you were betraying him, which frankly, you had never done.

"Mhm, just didn't sleep very well, don't worry!" You said with a fake smile, trying to convince him even though you knew he could probably see right through it.

And he certainly did- but he had full faith in you- he trusted that you'd be okay and could care for yourself, so he walked you up to your doorstep, parting down the road with a wave of goodbye as his head dropped low once he turned away to walk towards his place. A frown was present on your face- not that he could see it, but you had a good concious- you hated lying to someone you're close with like Inumaki. Seeing his head hung low like that didn't help anything either. Was Yuuta worth it?

Unlike you, Yuuta rushed back to his dorm- his legs working overtime and leading him with a pace he hadn't ever used in such a mundane situation- yet it called for it this time. He couldn't stop every thought that entered his brain from being of you, a new expression or phrase being spoken from his fake version, popping up whenever he tried to avert his mind to distract him from the fact he had let his feelings of jealousy and yearning take over and show the true emotions that he kept bottled in for you- yet he swore that in the moment, he saw your heart racing out of your chest and your eyes curious and wondering what he was planning to do next.

Some were downright naughty- maybe he was expecting too much. But other thoughts of his were filled with murderous intent towards Inumaki, things that he'd obviously never act on- but levels of rage he hadn't felt much since things targeted towards Rika. It wasn't even that he disliked Inumaki- he just didn't like the way inumaki got so close to you, and you only. It made him furious and possessive- something he'd never admit out loud- but when you gave him the chance by bumping into him on accident, all of it just came out and spilled onto you because you were so easily put in his presence to get the job done quickly, give him an opportunity to blurt all the interanilzed things out.

He was hoping that maybe it benefitted him a little instead of scaring you off or anything alike- maybe the only thing in your mind was him- and he was eerily right, in such the wrong ways- what was he thinking? He was getting downright obsessive- the best thing to try and do was sleep it off.

When morning came, so did your alarm as it rung out and gave you your usual rude awakening, making you grumble quiet swears to yourself, turning yourself around to stretch your arm and turn it off. As you rose from the bed, you held your head as a headache suddenly surfaced, retelling the events of the other night as it came flooding in to haunt you- guilt, confusion, frustration- all of the above making you rub your temples to soothe the pulsing pain. Picking up your phone from the side table to distract you from it, you saw a new message had popped up in your notifications.

You tapped it immediately without taking a chance to look at the name, being greeted with a message saying that whoever it was, was outside ready to pick you up. You jumped up with confusion and made your way hastily to your door, opening it and being greeted with Inumaki. You didn't expect anyone to be there, so when you saw the message you didn't care to get dressed properly, and his eyes danced over your body, admiring the carefree person appearing in front of them. Hair a mess and bunched up in random places from twisting and turning in your sleep, pajamas hanging off your shoulder, and soft shorts barely seen because of the length of the shirt you wore comfortably to sleep. His cheeks quickly darkened at the sight as he took it all in- and he was glad his uniform covered his face just enough you wouldn't be able to make it out. You wouldn't have been able to anyways- your quick awakening making your eyes have trouble staying open because of fatigue, muscles relaxed and slumped, hoping to be in the comfort of your bed once again, although it knew all well it wouldn't happen.

He pulled out his phone to text you his reasoning instead of voicing it in his usual ingredients- scared his voice would give the flustered boy away, and also because he could tell you had just woken up. Even thought it wasn't complicated words he'd be saying, he couldn't trust himself not to be suspicious, so he opted for typing it out. Your phone pinged in your hand, by habit bringing it up to see the new message pop up.

"I said i'd pick you up whenever we had training, remember? Gojo-sensei said we were outside today for class yesterday, so I thought i'd come by." You had forgotten all about this little promise- only being reminded that you were even in the field today because of him.

Just as you finished reading, another message popped up- one that you read the name of this time as it came from a different person, and not the one stood in front of you. Yuuta.

Looking down at your screen, Inumaki tried to resist the urge to stalk a bit, but in the end failed as he read the name in black letters. Oh. Oh"

"Are you coming to training today? Need me to walk you?" Uh oh. You stared at your phone for a few minutes before the boy in front of you spoke up, making you jump because you forgot he was there and had been silent the whole time you checked Yuuta's messages.

"Mustard leaf?" (Everything okay?) He said, being purposely louder then usual.

"Oh shit- sorry, yeah just gotta get dressed- I forgot we had training" You said, awkwardly laughing at your forgetfulness. He only nodded his head and you silently motioned for him to come in. You didn't want him to stand outside and wait for you as you got dressed.

Inumaki didn't think much of it- he didn't want to think much of it- now that he was here, luckily Yuuta didn't have a chance.

You replied back to him in your room as you finished prepping, "Sorry, Inumaki's already here." And it made Yuuta's blood boil.

Eventually you both had made it out the door, walking side by side and conversating about random things that came to mind. The walk went by fast, because before you could say what was on your mind, your peripheral caught the training field coming up in front of the two of you and the crowd of people that were already there, ready to began class. You sighed in embarrassment as all eyes were on the two of you latecomers- you were only lucky you weren't in the classroom because you had already forgotten everything from the other day.

You didn't notice that within the crowd, Yuuta was looking at you two latecomers with a glare he never had over anything, except for when you were with Inumaki- one you never noticed appeared on his face, only Maki. Maki nudged him with her shoulder, knocking him out of whatever trance he had himself in at the sight.

"Yo, dude you good?" She said with concern, eyeing him with an odd look.

"Yeah- just wondering why they came so late, haha" Maki shrugged it off after she arched her eyebrows at him, questioning his true intentions- he wasn't a very good liar at times he needed to be. She knew there was more then he telling- but she wouldn't force it out of him. Yuuta continued keeping his eyes right in your direction, his gaze lingering more on you then his friend.

You and Inumaki joined the crowd of kids and hugged yourselves in to get by your friend group. You greeted Maki and Panda, a simple wave to know you acknowledged them. You voiced your greeting to Yuuta with a smile as you got closer, making him get caught off guard at your acting, like nothing happened between you two the other day. He thought for sure you'd act differently towards him or voice some sort of concern. Yet for you it was simple- you just decided to keep your mind focused solely off of him and only think of him as a friend- anything that had happened was a mistake and had no ill intentions. Yuuta was oblivious and just thought you chose to ignore it- he doubted you didn't mind it, but he had to leave it be as Gojo got everyone's attention as to start the combat training.

Although he wanted to focus on the lesson, all throughout his eyes were only drawn to you and your every facial change at the things Gojo voiced- a small grin here and there, focused eyes listening in on the projecting voice, cringing because of his bad jokes.

Even the man being at the front was put off noticing his usual good-listening student with his attention put somewhere else other then him- Gojo striking it as weird behavior. Nonetheless, the teacher cast his concerned and meddling thoughts aside and put his best into reciting the rest of what would happen- many mini battles to be fought with your peers to hone your skills and give yourself a variety to battle, get out of your comfort zone with kids from other classes.

You and Inumaki shared a glance beside each other before raising your hands in unison, shocking Yuuta at the planned act of going first together. His blood started to rage with jealousy and nothing had even happened yet- he wanted to walk up there and rip you out of Inumaki's smug hands as they dragged you two through the crowd- cradle you in his instead, he'd show you any sort of move you ever wanted to know. He knew he was above Inumaki in all aspects yet you were out there with him-

"Can you look at her any harder" Maki snorted from beside him as she pinched him, making him ponder for a second how he'd dug himself this deep of a hole with his obsession with you- when had it gotten this bad? Usually he was calm and collected- nothing ruined his positive attitude and nothing broke out to show the people who surrounded him. There was only one root cause it could have been, and now he knew what he had to do when this stupid fight was over. He'd simply have to show you how much better he is then Inumaki.

You and Inumaki confidently volunteered to be a demonstration, and in turn be going first, ready to spar the skilled boy. You and Inumaki always playfully fought with each other- little harmless punches on arms here and there, but what you truly wanted was to witness his abilities in action, if against you- even better. You couldn't give this opportunity up as much as you subtly trembled with fear of being defeated in mere seconds- yet you had a good amount of faith planted in yourself. You took up a confident stance as you presented yourself in front of the crowd, Gojo taking the time to introduce the two of you as competitors- something dramatic, like something you'd witness at a wrestling match. You sighed at your teacher's unseriousness, yet remained put together as you readied yourself in position to strike. Your teacher counted down as his balled up fists swung up and down in excitement like a child with a wide grin on his face- or a proud father seeing his kid about to win their first soccer match after training them for months.

"Three..! Two...!" Inumaki brought his hand up, reaching for the zipper on his outfit.

"ONE!"

As his voice echoed, in seconds, you were immediately stunned and your actions silenced by the sudden "Don't move!" that made its way past his lips towards you. The crowd beside you screamed with praises and its opposing voices- ones yelling for Inumaki to show his true strength and praising him- "Yeah! Get her!", "That's right, show her Inumaki!", "Woah, that's such a cool ability!", and others contrasted, cheering you on, telling you that you were strong enough to break free of his technique. "Come on, you can do it!" "Break free!" "You're strong enough, beat him up!". Weirdly, only one voice rose above the crowd, prominent amongst all otthers- and familiar; the only voice really getting through to you in the moment of attempting to break the trance you had been put in.

"Come on Y/n! Show him- show him how strong you are!" You struggled to even cast a glance at the crowd to see if your assumptions about who said it was right, but it made you pay more attention to the dire situation at hand.

Trying to move your limbs proved useless as he grew closer, ready to take you down. You gritted your teeth with frustration as you struggled endlessly to no avail. Those words echoed in your mind as you tried to tear your arms from the position they had taken unwillingly when his words had made their way to you, focusing intently on your cursed energy. Slowly, yet quickly in the moment your hands started to shake- the crowd growing anxious with more excitement as Inumaki had finally come to close enough to strike you down, being blocked by your new free hand you managed to break from his powerful curse.

His eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to deflect the usual, landing attack. Your other hand came up on his left and striked him straight in the face when he wasn't paying attention, punching him when off guard to where he stepped back in trembling steps and pain as he held his cheek, head coming up to stare at you with a new discovered urge- to make you pummel to the ground. He wanted to use his technique, but hesitated at his decision as the ache in his throat was definitely real and not pleasant- throbbing every so often to remind him it was still there and what had caused it. And at the same time he really didn't want to injure you badly- it was just instinct to fight back.

Within the crowd, Yuuta had been cheering aggressively for you- hands cupping his mouth to intensify the volume of his screams at you, making a couple students look behind them at the annoying voice that kept springing out and making itself obvious. He paid no mind though, only keeping up his constant chants of your name, especially as you socked the boy in the face. Yuuta's face lightened in delight and jaw dropped in shock with a sudden respect- he couldn't lie that you looked real pretty while fighting him- even prettier when punching his 'friend' to smithereens.

Maki's face stayed neutral beside him throughout the whole fight, undeciding and unshowing of any bias- she loved the two of you equally- the only thing that made her expression change with her eyebrows raising, was Yuuta's constant and soon to be aggravating cheers that spilt from his mouth every two seconds, yet she decided against shushing him- letting him have his fun for once. When was he ever this happy about something?

Taking the open chance to hit, you purposefully downgraded your strength as you hit him in the stomach, making him tumble down and hunch over with hands clutching his abdomen- it was light compared to you using all the power you had. You wanted him to admit defeat, not death after all. As he was close to laying himself on the grass floor, you approached, appearance in front of him suddenly drowning out the student's cries and cheers of an obvious winner.

You were focused on the boy before you, his head hanging down and breathing labored breaths. You put out your hand to help him up, thinking nothing of it as he raised his head to look at you. Assuming the battle was over, you weren't prepared for him to use his ability again- but wrong you were as he mouthed a small, "Lie down". With it you crumbled to the grassy floor beside him, now fully laying down, the crowd gasping in shock at your sudden surrender, but they quickly realized it wasn't your doing, or that Inumaki did it in tandem with you for a tie. Gojo announced the winner in the heat of the chatter, proclaiming Inumaki had won despite his efforts for no clear winners- you were glued to the ground while eating mouthfuls of grass and whispering to the ants.

Pouting, you tried to flail your arms, complaining for Inumaki to let you up. Suddenly the crowd had been let through to see their friends and now they had started racing toward the two of you, leaving you to only cast a concerned look at the boy, being able to only turn your head away from the ants. His lips moved at your look, muttering something, but nothing came out vocally, leaving you to read the words his lips spelled themselves-

"I, Love, -"

"Wahh!" Suddenly a weight crashed down on you, one drawing you to turn your head in an attempt to see who it was, not realizing you didn't catch the end of Inumaki's words to you- or any of them at all. They were quickly forgotten.

But someone else did. Luckily he caught you right in time, his strong grip on your waist surprising you as he lifted you up, helping you back on your two feet as Maki grabbed onto Inumaki's while giving him a shoulder to lean on. It was Yuuta who grabbed your attention, now asking if you were okay. You replied with many "mhm"s to reassure him and looked at Inumaki as he gave you a soft smile in return, and without knowing what he ever said, you cast one back at him.

Your muscles ached when being walked back to your place by Yuuta, all five of you gathering at your door- with your permission beforehand. Yuuta scavenged in your pocket for your pair of keys after asking permission, unlocking the door and kicking it open gently, only a quiet thud to be heard when it hit the wall, signaling for them to walk in.

The day had ended as you and Inumaki enjoyed the rest of the sparring on the sidelines clutching onto a concerning amount of water bottles- gripping them so aggressively, it would scare anyone off if they really tried to take it from you. You both gulped it down in an instant, asking for a couple more from your friends who weren't drenched in sweat. It took a lot out of the two of you because you were fighting with no restraint, meaning that exhaustion would finally make itself apparent over the adrenaline and hit hard- a wave of grogginess making itself present as you sat down on a bench nearby.

Your eyes lightened as you saw a shadow pass by the table where the sun had directly chosen to grant its light, making it easy to tell if someone was behind you. Turning your head to look, a bright smile came from Yuuta as he placed another bottle down on the table in front of you. Wasting no time before your hands were on it- you drank it up in seconds like a beast dehydrated in the wilderness. Such a sight to see was a little unsettling, but Yuuta kept his eyes on you nonetheless- never faltering, and weirdly not blinking as you swallowed the rest and squished the plastic underneath your hand as you set it on the table. You thanked him out of breath, yet grateful, even if he had been a little odd lately. He didn't hear you though- too busy entranced by the sight of your lips on his water bottle. His cheeks once again build a light layer of red, unbeknownst to you as your attention was brought onto the spars fought in front of you again.

Putting everything he'd done aside, even letting him kindly offer to hold your aching muscles to make it home- you couldn't deny his irresistible face had taken a toll on you, especially when the sun dawned on it just right, hitting it in a position where his eyes sparkled and his cheeks were highlighted- a cute, faint rosy tint appearing from the sun's rays. The light also reflected off his teeth, making his smile appear somehow even more enticing- cute and innocent all at the same time. All combined with each other to make the man you saw before you, so you gladly agreed to his kind instincts- or just his natural personality. No complaints ever left your mouth- he handled you with the utmost care, like you had been injured beyond repair and if you were ever touched- even so grazed by an object, you'd be pierced or split into two. While he had you at his side, your heart pounded a little faster than usual- a strange phenomenon. Although the change was obvious, you didn't pay much attention to it. Wanting to ignore it, you spoke up to the boy holding you, yet hushed enough that no one else would hear it as they found somewhere to sit once they made their way into your livingroom.

"Sorry I got injured so easily- I really was hoping to study with you, it's just.." You trailed off as he stared at you intensely, waiting for you to continue without cutting you off. His expression became one appearing a little pained, but before you could comment on it, the rest of the group had started yelling out to the two of you to sit down and pick something to watch.

"How about this one- don't be a wuss- hey! Inumaki!"

"Fish flakes, tuna, bonito flakes!" (I'm not- hey c'mon! That one sucks!) He yelled, not letting her press the button on the remote to start it before stealing it straight from her hands.

"C'mon, it's just a horror movie." She said plainly, trying to convince him but to no avail. His grip didn't falter.

You grabbed the hand that held the remote, making Inumaki get caught off guard by your sudden action. Fingertips grazing one another, he thought time had stopped, the only ones not affected by it being you and him. The moment went slow, yet so fast, and his face had started to turn an obvious red, his uniform coming in to safe him once again.

You sat down and Yuuta took a spot beside you, and when he saw the look his "friend" gave you- one with sparkling eyes, he immediately pulled you into an embrace with his arm making its way to grip the shoulder away from him, hugging you tight. The warmth of his body up against yours hadn't processed yet, but now you were twinning with Inumaki- except you weren't blushing at him, but at Yuuta. Inumaki spared an angry look Yuuta's way at the sudden possessiveness, not taking any further action- he knew you wouldn't like them fighting, but it had been obvious that Yuuta had been tempting him for awhile now, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

It was Yuuta's breaking point, and he needed you to see exactly what he thought of you- the way his mind went dizzy and how fast his heart raced when he was by your side, the way his eyes lit up in excitement to see you after a long day, the way he'd protect you no matter what you were up against- he couldn't stand to see you get hurt when you could've simply asked him to accompany you. And sure, you may not have needed him- but he didn't care. He couldn't get frustrated at you or angry, and he couldn't stand to see Inumaki trying to take what was his. He was going to be the one to comfort you- bandage you up after training, and make sure you were content.

He leaned down to move your hair from the side of your face, mouth so close that you could feel his breath fanning you as he whispered,

"Can we go to your room really quick? Just wanna talk" His voice made goosebumps present on your skin- anxiety rising a little at the request.

With a now fast-racing heart because you had an idea of what was going to happen, you only nodded in agreement before getting ready to stand up, Yuuta already ahead of you and reaching out for your hand to lift you up off the couch. You took his hand with ease as you calmed the rest of the group before they could question anything- convincing them it was to show him your new room set up. Although it was an obvious lie, they let it pass- except for Inumaki who passed you a sad glare- one you could tell a pout had surfaced underneath the fabric covering his mouth. You suddenly felt a twinge of guilt at what you were doing- yet you didn't know what for. But the man beside you sure as hell did, only smiling an innocent-looking smile back Inumaki's way, a contrasting expression that meant the opposite- anyone could see through it, yet only Inumaki was the one to witness it.

Your hand was encased in his slightly moist one- Yuuta sweating with nervousness at such a sudden confession he'd have to make just so he wouldn't have to see you at the side of someone who aggravated him so much. he swept you two away from the group in an instant, ending up in your contrasting cold room with only the moonlight showing hints of each others faces. It made for a cool atmosphere- your whole body tensing because you turned the heat off before you left. Your attention was brought away from thinking about such useless things as he sat down, leading you straight to his side on your bed. Dipping down on your mattress, you instinctively avoided looking at him straight on- but it didn't matter when a finger reached out aimed for your chin, lifting it up to be faced with eyes that sparkled in the moonlight because they presented themselves at the perfect angle, the light spilling from the window directly pointed at you two. No matter how dark it was in the room, you could tell it was eyes that you trusted sat with you- you didn't feel unsafe, nor as anxious as you had been before you recognized them again. They reassured you- reminded you of who was before you. Yuuta. Your Yuuta.

A warm sensation blossomed inside you, lowering your shoulders out of instinct as your body heat increased, adjusting ever so slightly to the temperature. You warmed up even more as he brought your face closer to his- feeling his unsteady breaths fanning against your lips this time, grazing them ever so slightly, making you shiver in anticipation about what he'd do. You never thought Yuuta liked you like this- but was it really that surprising by how he was acting lately?

He had given you all the hints and somehow you never put them together and realized. Now everything was clicking before you, and his eyes battled on keeping contact with you and lowering them to your lips; only encouraging you to bring your mouth to his. Closing your eyes out of shyness, you didn't see the way his widened in shock, nor the newly flushed face that presented itself vulnerably before you at the hinting of what you wanted him to do- what you were waiting for. A light kiss filled with emotion flooded every sensation and filled every area in your mind, wiping everything to nothing but a clean slate- now overwhelmed with the fondness he had emptied into your throat to be swallowed and consumed, and you couldn't get enough. Every tender emotion he had towards you showed itself through a simple kiss where lips parted and tongues hesitated to touch.

You pulled away not wanting to be aggressive, but at that moment he only wanted more, his hand slithering to hold your neck and push you firmly against him. Your tongues clashed as he explored your mouth, little gasps being pulled from you at the possessiveness he was showing again. His other hand roamed your body- wanting to explore you thoroughly all over now that he finally had you. No one else got to see the way your body faltered to his little reaffirming squeezes on your body, feeling up your clothed chest and gripping your hip, then shoulders before taking your cheeks in his hand to hold you. The kiss had turned sloppy- excessive amounts of spit leading to a string being attached as the two of you separated for a breath. It still tried to hold the both of you together. Its attempt was futile, breaking as you were suddenly pushed to the mattress and pinned down to the bed.

"W-wait- the door is open.." You pointed out with labored breathing, the sight of your chest heaving almost blocking your view of the television light streaming in the slight crack of your door.

It was the perfect opportunity to show Inumaki you were his- Yuuta couldn't let this go to waste.

"Can you be quiet?" He asked in a hushed voice in comparison to yours, not demanding in any way- in fact, he made you quite comfortable with the soothing way he always spoke. You thought you'd get whiplash at how fast you nodded back In agreement, needing more from him, and immediately.

Your body was desperate for more as you unconsciously lifted your hips up for friction against his body, only colliding with layers that hadn't yet been taken off- now being stripped in a horny and lust-filled frenzy, his hands finding every hem of yours like it was his only job in life, and then tearing it off of you like a meal he was anxiously getting ready to devour. There were no complaints- only slight embarrassment as the final items were being taken off you, his hands sneaking themselves under your body, digging in the mattress to find where the straps of your bra were. If you didn't know him well, you would've thought he'd done it many times before, because within a swift moment, he had unclipped it and revealed your chest, the breeze in the air making your tits perk up in surprise at the change.

But the heat was quickly returned by Yuutas palms, groping them as he gazed up to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of you underneath the stunning light. He was only met with a view he'd imagined in his darkest dreams- ones fueled only by desire, making his breath hitch at how good you looked for him simply as you were, laid in front of him, hair now all over the place and tangled in some places, eyes beginning to be blissed out foggy from lust, and the rest of you soon to be worshipped by everything he had- with every fiber of his being. He lowered his head, unable to resist his urges, dropping into the crook of your neck and planting gentle kisses along your shoulder. Occasionally he'd suck at the sensitive skin- relishing in how soft it felt between his teeth after nibbling on it, eliciting beautifully quiet moans to spill from your lips as you held back the louder sounds that threatened to break free if you weren't careful.

You grasped onto his shirt as if it'd be your savior- not caring as long as you have something to ground you, or else you don't know how you'd last another second of his blissful torture. Absolutely obsessed with you, he trailed the kisses to the side of your jaw, edging closer to your eager lips with each kiss as he went. His hands kept on you like they each had a mind of their own- taking initiative and exploring the new territory exposed to them. Yuuta was entranced as he carved love marks into every inch of you he crossed- the smell of you filling his nose, taking up every sense and crawling into every area of his mind, crushing every bit of sanity he had left.

You were cracking him open without realizing- every new experience he was having with you, every sound he dug out, every new place he discovered and touched, every noise that spilled from between your lips. He'd remember them all, and soak in them every time he managed to pull more out of you- soak in your essence, or simply just your presence underneath him he had craved for the longest time. It was all enough to destroy the man through and through, and enough to pull him up from beneath the dirt at the same time. You were his all in the moment, and he was in his own personal heaven- one he'd wanted for so long you couldn't even comprehend- not even he knew how bad it had gotten.

After many teasing pecks and deeper indulges at your skin, he'd finally given you what you both were waiting for- except he was aggressive as you held onto him harder, needing the reassurance you had something there as he nibbled on your lip, eating up the gasps that made their way out and shoving his tongue in your mouth at the chance he made for himself. They tangled in fervor, deepening as you both fought for dominance- coming out short as Yuuta was obviously more determined to be the winner of this battle- any other and you would have led a great victory, but it was his chance to show his skill to you. He moved his hands from their randomized spot on your body, bringing them to cup your cheeks in a gentle embrace as the kiss kept on, somehow sinking deeper into the bed at the force put into it by both ends. Your hands moved from the confined area they were trapped in of Yuuta's chest to finding their way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as a new way of holding on- yet calling out for more. At that, Yuuta made an animalistic sound- something of a deep growl, expressing he really liked it. Needing more air to keep on, you both hesitatingly separated for a few seconds to breathe ragged breaths and take in the present, but growing hungry for more.

You were too gone in the moment to notice the tiny sounds that erupted from beyond the open door, the light streaming through remaining the same- no one had touched it, but someone was going to walk by and see what was happening in your bedroom; footsteps getting closer. You were completely dazed by Yuuta's skillful mouth and unaware- but his head turned around in a mere split second, enough so you couldn't tell he had gotten distracted, yet at the perfect time for him to catch a glimpse of Inumaki walking towards the bathroom that was down the hall past your room. He made eye contact with the boy, making Inumaki's eyes widen at the scene unfolding before him in your bedroom, his legs growing weak at the sight of Yuuta over you.

Did- did he really just see what he thought he did? He stopped- listening into the room more intensely, realizing he did. He stood there, outside the contrasting dark room in shock. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he made the rest of the journey to the bathroom and shut himself in there, separating himself from the rest of his friends. The tears fell freely now, silent cries to help kill the urges that wouldn't go away as easily as he hoped they would. He sat there for a long while- Maki and Panda being easily distracted by the movie they picked out, regarding Inumaki's disappearance as a short one because they had truly lost track of time. As tears hit the cold tiled floor in the now claustrophobic and unsettling feeling bathroom, Yuuta had claimed the comfiest, highest spot- on top of you. Every moment that went by, a tear slid down a soaked, tear-stained cheek. And with every tiny drop that fell and hit the floor, Yuuta relished more and more in the fact he'd shown Inumaki whose you really were.

You stayed lying with your head back on the mattress and your eyes glued shut, unaware of the scene unfolding right in front of you. His playful tongue came to a stop and he gazed at you lovingly with dark, lust-filled eyes. They called out for more- hungry and demanding of a meal to satiate- and luckily you were right in front of him, a delectable, beautifully prepared meal ready to be eaten alive. One of his hands moved to collect yours and pin them above your head, intertwining his fingers with one of them. It subtly hinted he caught on to your need of being grounded- such an observant boy.

You needed him. You were absolutely positive you were desperate now, and he was here to make sure you'd never escape him in the sweetest of ways. His other hand traveled to the waistband of your underwear that remained, swiftly finding its way in and under- an arch forming at the sudden touch of his fingertip to the soaked-through, damp cloth on top of your cunt. Teasing you, he ran his finger on the fabric, running from your clit to your hole over and over to only elongate the little moans that fell and the way your hips thrust up, trying to meet him for more. Your body was begging, and he only complied when your breaking voice had come out to say what you wanted- he was waiting for you to beg.

"hnghh- please Yuuta. Need more" you said, almost being brought to tears on how much your nerves were throbbing for more friction. He obeyed and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before bringing his hand to where you wanted him, fingertips once again teasing you, but this time it slid easily across your slick as he put the underwear to the side. When he brought his fingers out to observe the mess they picked up, he was only brought to an evil smile as your slick had coated them nicely- tempting him to stick his tongue out for a taste, and he couldn't deny such an eager desire. He paid no mind to your detests of worry that fumbled clumsily out of your mouth, only relishing in your sweet taste as he stuffed his digits into his mouth to fully clean them off.

"Taste just as sweet as I imagine- such a pretty girl for me, and delicious" He said, only making you cover your face with trembling hands as the heat of embarrassment warmed your face to a burning degree.

You didn't know if you'd be able to handle this man- if you'd survive after the treatment he was giving you, as good as it was, it was torturous, and you wouldn't be able to function normally much longer. This time when he brought his hand down, he pulled the waistband of your underwear down and undressed you fully, teetering backwards a bit to get a better view of you naked under the streams of moonlight that accentuated your body- a trail of drool running down the man's chin at the sight. Not holding back any longer, he finally collected some of your slick, carefully sliding a finger into your cunt. Quiet gasps were the only thing you allowed out as he gently added another finger- he had gotten you so turned on you swore there was already a puddle of your juices pooled beneath you.

"Doing so good for me pretty girl- so good." He breathed out.

Rendering you speechless, you only arched your back- pushing into him, begging for more. He could cum at the sight of you, needy for his every touch, but he withheld. As his fingers curled upwards, he placed soft kisses on your lower stomach, making you cover your mouth instead of your face so you wouldn't risk any sudden loud sounds alerting your oblivious friends in the neighboring room. His other hand had begun toying with your clit, pinching it and rubbing it in slow circles to tease you- bringing you close enough, but slowing his pace when you showed signs of cumming.

"P-please Yuuta- lemme cum, please." You begged the man, feeling a trail of wet lips make its way downward, now comfortable by your clit, the anticipation bubbling in the depths of your stomach- an explosion of butterflies rushing through you.

"Fuuuuck- hahh-" Arching your back once more, he finally obliged and pressed a teasing kiss to your clit before sucking on it, his pistoning fingers bringing you to your awaited release. You bit your lip hard, a taste of blood lingering in your mouth, paying it no mind as he fucked you through your orgasm, leaving you whining as he sucked every now and then, getting sensitive. He liked the way your hips jumped up, and how you shut your eyes a little tighter. It made him want to make you cum a thousand times over just for your reactions to play over and over in front of his eyes- a great reality he wanted to witness forever. You cupped his cheeks when he finally removed his fingers, bringing him up to you for a passionate kiss, not caring to taste your release still fresh on his lips. This time you took the lead, slipping your tongue into his mouth. As it went on, he quickly slid down his own pants, taking them off with his underwear in a flash and lining himself up with you as he stroked his precum to lubricate himself a little- you alone were wet enough, but he wanted to stray away from the idea of hurting you, wanting to make it a pleasant experience.

It slipped in with ease, sinking into you- unable to hold back a loud moan as it was a little bigger than anything you've ever had.

"S-shit you're so warm- you okay?" He groans out, nodding, you're unable to voice anything without noises slipping out. His cock drags along your walls, slowly at first to get you adjusted- he's asking you every few minutes if you're okay- unknown to him, he's slowly breaking you apart, because eventually you're asking him to go faster. His pace quickens and his length is now fully in- the lewd sound of skin slapping against each other as your hips meet filling the otherwise quiet room.

"So good for me" he mumbles, his lips by your ear filling it with praises as you clench down on him, spurring him on even more as he keeps his fast yet gentle pace.

He blindly finds your hand's new placement gripping the sheets, flipping them over as he puts his palm in yours, intertwining fingers as he moves his head to kiss your neck, more messy markings littering your chest. His thrusts turning erratic- he was making love to you, and you were in absolute bliss- your mind was hazy and your sight was clouded- you were on the edge.

"Oh fuck, y/n- you feel so fucking good" he growls, only getting you closer to cumming.

"Yuuta- hnghh, m'close- fuck"

"Shit- where do y'want me to cu-"

"In me"

And with that his cum is pouring into you, strings of it filling you up as you cum in tandem, bringing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, saliva running down both your chins as you muffle each other's moans.

Eventually you both calm down, chests heaving and cuddled up in one another's embrace. Your eyes are threatening to close out of fatigue as he's planting even more gentle kisses on your face, whispering about how good you did.

"Yuuta.. you're so good to me." You slur out in a daze, making a lazy smile appear on the boy's face. He only kisses your lips, shushing you before you start him up again. He's struggling to contain his happiness of the moment, and you're only making it harder. He backs away from your sprawled out form, muttering mostly to himself about how he'll be right back- he's gonna get you cleaned up. The door is still propped open, the difference in light blinding him for a second as he adjusts and sees the bathroom door is wide open and the light is off- he was too distracted to notice Inumaki left, but he still notices the abundance of tissues stacked in your garbage which was empty before- he made sure to go to the bathroom before the movie started just to check.

His ego boosts as he sturdies his shoulders, knowing he did what he wanted to. He grabs a random hand towel from a collection you have, wetting it with warm water before returning to wipe you down- met with the same sight of you, except your breathing is calm, your lips are lazily parted and your eyes are gently shut. He laughs to himself before cleaning you up, discarding the towel on the bed as he gathers your clothes from where they were thrown, waking you up in the process with the sounds of obvious shuffling.

"Sorry- didn't mean to wake you pretty." He says apologetically.

"Mm, it's okay. Didn't mean to fall asleep anyway. Thanks." You say as he assists your legs into the holes of your clothing, then turns you around to the side to clip your bra back on and lift your shirt back over your head. "Good as new, baby." He assures, a hand present on your back to support you. He kisses your forehead before taking your hand in his and helping you off the bed- legs wobbling a little before stabling yourself, still a little shaken from him. You don't mind though- only eager to see how far through the movie your friends have gotten, and ready to enjoy the rest with Yuuta.

The two of you make your way to the living room, finding an empty spot on the couch as Maki and Panda are still over-invested in the movie playing- they don't even notice the presence of you two. But you can feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking into the distance, from across the open living room you see Inumaki, an apparent frown on his face as he stands present in your kitchen. His uniform is off and your eyes widen, realizing he knows exactly what you've done. He looks at you disapprovingly, shaking his head, trying his best to hold back from sulking at the sight as he tears his eyes away from you two.

You know you've messed up- but aren't you happy with Yuuta? The way he's gentle with you, praises you- talks to you. But- could it have been better with Inumaki? The way the past couple days have been compared to this one night- were they all for nothing? Everything just for it to come to a conclusion with this dark haired boy? You're brought out of your head by a hand over your shoulder, a palm on your head pulling you down to rest it on the man's shoulder beside you.

"You look so good beside me",

"Oh, and we still on for that study date?", he asked in a hushed voice- and suddenly you don't remember what you were thinking about.

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[onlyjaeyun]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐓. 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

— cw: inexperienced fem!reader, implied taking of v-card/firsts, br33ding, ch0king and face rIding

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 is nothing but absolutely thrilled, when you tell him about your lack of experience when it comes to intimacy. the thought of being the first to touch your most sacred places gets him rock hard in a way he’s never experienced before. seung doesn’t rush into things, he wants to take it slow, saviour every single noise you make, every single one of your facial expressions, every single reaction of your body to his touch. he’s so gentle about it, too. always eases you into it with the neediest and sloppiest kiss to make sure you’re wet enough for him. he would never want to make you uncomfortable or hurt you, so he not only goes slow, he also talks you through everything he does to you. “is this okay, baby? yeah? feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers against your lips the first time he took your pretty tits into his big hands, toying with your sensitive nipples and swallowing every single one of your little whimpers and whines of his name. “am gonna push a finger in now, pretty girl, you’re wet enough for me already.” his choice of words, his tone and the way he looks at you with nothing but lust and hunger gleaming in the brown of his pretty eyes easily pushes you into the depths of your arousal and without hesitation, you nod and let out a soft little moan. seung makes it his mission to make you cum around his fingers, his tongue and lastly his cock at least once a day to make sure you can’t think of anything but his touch. and when you start waking him up in the middle of the night because you can’t stop craving the taste of his cum on your tongue and the feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock, he knows he did everything right.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 is a little overwhelmed at first. he’d been thinking about all the ways he wants to ruin you ever since the two of you started dating, so he’s definitely taken aback when you let him know you want to take it slow but are definitely sure he’s the one you want to experience all those firsts with. to jjong, it’s an absolute honor and definitely nothing he takes for granted, so every time he pulls you onto his lap, he’s already rock hard and grunts into your mouth, desperately trying to calm himself down until you tell him how much you like his enthusiasm. and that’s how he starts to guide your hips to grind against his clothed cock, yet having you take off your cute panties beforehand so he can watch the way you’re soaking his sweats with your sweet juices like the good girl you are. it doesn’t take long for you to get too desperate, begging him to just please use his fingers, his tongue or even his cock to make you fall apart because you’ve grown too needy for these kind of highs to be enough. and of course jongseong is more than just happy to give you what you want. “there you go, good girl”, he whispers and pushes the thick tip of his cock into your tiny cunt, his eyes rolling into the back of his head because no amount of finger- or tonguefucking you could have prepared him for just how tight you actually are. he’s aware of just how big he is compared to your sweet hole so he quickly pulls you into a sloppy kiss, hand around your throat as he sucks on your tongue and slowly pushes himself further inside of you. “you can do it, baby, i won’t go deeper for now, we’ll get there – right?”

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 doesn’t miss a single beat once you’ve told him you feel safe and comfortable enough to take things a step further. it’s like he’s been waiting for it his whole life to the point he starts dreaming about marking you in ways nobody has ever done it before. he subconsciously sets himself the goal to get you as drunk on his cock as possible so you won’t go a single night without his cum dripping out of your cute cunt. jaeyun’s a little too eager most of the time, yet never once pushes you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, takes it slow and let’s you set the pace. so when he’s got his fingers knuckle deep inside of your clenching pussy, jaeyun gently encourages you to ride his fingers, images of you doing the same with his cock and most importantly – his face as soon as possible filling his head as you start moving your hips in a steady rhythm. “you’re doing so well, angel girl, i love you so much”, he always makes sure to shower you in praises because he wants you to know just how proud he is of you, but also because he quickly realises how much it affects you. “use me, baby, make yourself cum, i need it so bad”, he also never hides his desperation and need for your pleasure, “go ahead and cum all over my face so i can go to sleep with your taste on my tongue.” jaeyun loses count how many times a day he lets you ride his face until he actually finds himself balls deep buried inside of you, painting your completely untouched walls with his cum and finally reaching the goal he had set for himself. but he definitely doesn’t realise the first taste of your cute cunt clenching around his thick length is going to leave him even more obsessed.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 can’t help but smile at you with the softest, most loving expression grazing his features. he attentively listens to you when you explain him why you’ve decided to stay away from intimacy despite having ahd partners before and once sunghoon realises you’re giving him the honors of being what they never were, he’s determined to prove himself to you. of course, he’s also one to take things at your pace, definitely initiates it at times but most of the time he doesn’t even have to because of how eager and needy you are for him. so whenever you’re taking off your cute panties hoon finds himself absolutely mesmerized before he gently moves you into the position he needs you to be in that particular movement. holds your hand when he tells you to lay on your back and spread your legs, never once lets go when you’re nicely seated between his thick thighs and his cock in your sweet mouth and always has your fingers intertwined with his when he softly wraps his lips around your sensitive clit. at first he’s not much of a talker, yet after a certain amount of time, sunghoon just can’t hold his thoughts back anymore. “i can’t wait to see how pretty you look when you cum on my cock, princess”, he whispers and maintains the eye contact ss he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside of you. “gotta make sure i reward you well for being so good for me, right? but i also have to remind you who this perfect belongs to”, he mumbles deeply against your lips and grunts softly when the angey tip of his big cock rubs your clit and he finally gets to watch you lose every bit of patience you had left. “gonna fill you up until you can’t take it anymore, i promise, pretty girl”, he sighs and finally pushes his cock inside of you, yet stops as soon as you start clenching like crazy around his head, “don’t worry, princess. i’m gonna make you cum with each inch, you won’t even realise it hurts, yeah?”

this was requested by my sweet love @hee-pster , hope you like it my love! reblogs are appreciated babies!🩵

[twisted-king]

Hello! Since you also write genshin, I've thought about reader or F!S/O being from Teyvat. But that isnt really the main point. How 'bout their F!S/O is from Sumeru and is strictly bestfriends with Cyno and Alhaitham. How would Trey, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Jamil feel about their F!S/O having boy bestfriends back at her world? Maybe if they're jealous, reader tries to comfort them by saying that Alhaitham is engaged(to Kaveh)XD Lol

You dont have to do this if its to much♡

Oddly specific but I like the cut of your jib!

Also can be read as genter neutral, I don't reall mention gender on this one?

Trey, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Jamil X F!SO from Teyvat

who is also besties with Cyno and Alhaitham

Trey Clover

Well youre from a whole different world! Magic seems to exist in some capacity at least.

He doesn't know what a Zatyun peach or a Sunsettia is.

But he tries v hard to make you things that remind you of home sometimes!

He actually does a pretty good job at it too!

And thats where the issue arives.

Whenever he asks about your homeland he knows he is going to hear about your best friends

He's trying SO hard to be normal about this

Trey loves you so much but, he gets a little jealous!

You've done so much with these two!!!

"And Cyno's jokes are the absolute WORST! I swear some of the things he says are worse than Ace's!" "Oh that's... nice!"

but they're your best friends! He really shouldn't be jealous.

"I still don't understand why Alhaitham is so jacked, like all he does is read books all day!"

He really shouldn't be jealous

"And I'm kind of glad its never too hot around here! Like I know he works primarily in the desert but like put a shirt on sometimes! You know?"

But damm its hard.

He tries to be subtle (not really)

"So have you ever like... done anything with one of these guys?" "What do you mean?" "Like have you dated one of them..?"

oh.... OH!

You laugh at that, he's embrassed "Oh gosh NEVER! They both have boyfriends anyhow! Alhaitham is engaged!" "Oh."

You nod and give him a little kith

Wow he's relieved!

Azul Ashengrotto

He loves learning about you and your home world! Truly!!!

Azul thinks your mind is briliant, you're so smart and quick on your feet due to years of travel!

With travel comes a lot of experiences

a lot.

without him.

He's playing it cool though! suuuper cool

"Oh I remember Alhaitham would never answer anything that wasnt formatted or completed properly! maybe you could do the same? it would certainly free up some time, no?" "Of course it woudl free up some time, dear... But" "buut?" "Well it wouldn't be fitting of my benevolent nature now would it, my love?"

Azul keeps trying to prove he's a better boyfriend than your old friends

He needs you to know he's the best option for you <3

"And could this 'Cyno' make you a delightful seafood pasta like this?" "No, not really, he was more into rice." "I see..."

Oh hey he made you curry and rice

You know, by the way. He is NOT sneaky

After another bout of showing off, you finally say something.

"They have boyfriends, you know?" "huh?" "Cyno and Alhaitham? they have partners. You don't have to be jealous." "Why would I be jealous, dearest?"

DENIER

Denies his jealous to this day but he gets happier after you reassure him.

Jade Leech

Yeah he's super cool about this!

for the most part...

He's extremely interested in learning about the flora in your world!

and he thinks those vishap creatures you compare him to sound rather interesting.

Jade being rather curious in nature comes in handy! since he doesnt seem to get jealous.

His questions are... odd, though. they kind of make sense?

"Cyno once took out like-- 10 guys in like a MINUTE! it was so cool! "Is he that fast in the depths of the sea?" "No-" "I see..."

Sometimes he's a little less slick though

"OH my gosh Alhaitham is so weird about soup! He hates the stuff because it could get on his books of all things!" "Does he consume beverages as he reads? tea perhaps?" "Yeah, sometimes." *Pleased eel noises*

He's just being careful :)

Jade often prefers to dicuss your best friends while in the kitchen. he likes spending this time with you!

And he has his knives and mushrooms at his disposal.

*chop chop chop* "And so Haitham and I used to skip out on akademiya meetings together-" *chopchopchop-* "But Cyno would ALWAYS 'catch' us just before the meeting would actually ends-" *ChopChopChopChop-* "So then he'd bring us to Kaveh, Alhaitham's fiance to-" "He has a fiance?" "yeah,why?" "no reason." *chop~ chop~ chop~*

He's still keeping the information from his... questioning in mind.

Can't be too careful, after all.

Floyd Leech

He loves his shrimpy's stories!!!

He hates his shrimpy's stories :((

Floyd is reaaal conflicted. He thinks you're so interesting! your world seems like fun!! he wants to go there with you.

But not with those men you keep talking about

"So sometimes there are these HUGE mushrooms that kind of act like a launchpad! they're super springy." "Eh? Jade might like soemthing like that... OOOH! do ya think if I throw someone (Ace) on one of those they'd still bounce?" "Yeah they would! one time while going after a criminal, Cyno had to-" "Eeeeh I'm bored. You coming to my next game?"

Subtlety? not THIS eel

He audibly groans when you bring them up sometimes.

But he still loves hearing you talk! so it really confusing sometimesz

"So genius invocation uses 8 elements, 7 from the nations, one is omni. Usually the cards are based off of vision users like Diluc of mondstadt, Arataki Itto, from Inazuma... OH! there is one of my best friend, Alhaitham, he's dendro and Cyno's is electro, its actually" Oh he's no longer looking at you.

You get an idea... "There is one of Haitham's fiance, Kaveh" "Oh really?"

GOT HIS ASS

You're his girlfriend, you know him best.

He's a little less weird about listening to your stories now, he's way more enaged.

He still tugs you closer to him when you mention other men, but thats kind of normal for him now.

Jamil Viper

A confident king? He's not really jealous. He knows he can be better than them.

Plus they're just friends to you.

But in all honestly he like... doesn't care too much about Teyvat.

You're here now, with him. not them.

Don't get him wrong, Jamil likes hearing about what your world!

There's only oneee little thing he doesnt love hearing.

"Sometimes I miss the food from Teyvat... Cyno always made the best Tahchin." "The best you say?" "Yeah! he shaped it like a pyramid every time he made it!" "Have you ever tried mine?" "You make tahchin!?"

He's smug, you'll love his cooking more than that Cyno's.

He serves you a plate of tahchin, golden brown, perfectly seasoned, barberries topping the rounded rice dish "So, what do you think?" "This is so good! I kind of miss the padisarah petals though.."

The hell is THAT?

"Is it... not up to your expectations, my flower?" "No its delicious! I think I just miss the way my friend would make it.."

He's a little grumpy about it!!

Jamil gets kind of huffy with you next time you're together.

He's not ignoring you but just don't bring up food for a while.

Snake man will just respond with "Why don't you ask Cyno." when it comes to cooking for the next day or two...

[takochan-writes]

Don't Make a Sound - DBF!Javier Pena x f!reader

Pairing: DBF!Javier Pena x f!reader

W/C: 900

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, DBF (Dad's bestfriend), pwp, p in v, creampie

A/N: sex with fireworks view on your bedroom window? HELL YEA 'MURICA! Lmao. It's not even the 4th of July… but fuck it, right? It's STILL July after all lmao

Summary: Your family is hosting a party for the 4th of July in your family house until midnight. But, a certain someone comes into your room to have some alone time with you.

It's the 4th of July and your family decided to invite their friends and neighbors to have some barbeque in your family house. It's a big day for them, but you can't help it to wait for someone special that you know he's gonna come tonight. It's your dad's best friend, Javier Pena.

And you're not even going to lie, Javier is one of the most attractive people on this planet. You have known him since you were in middle school. When your dad invites his best friends to look at his new car, he introduces you to all of them. But, you were smitten by him, because of his broad shoulders and that handsome face of his. His tight pants and those beautiful brown eyes keep you on the edge every time he comes over to your family home.

You've been thinking about him ever since. You think that he's taken an interest in you too. You always catch him looking at you with…. hungry eyes. Like a predator trying to keep an eye on his prey before anyone or anything else can catch you before him. Every time you catch him looking at you, he'll look the other way real quick. But, you noticed him every time.

But today was different. Today, you're excited to go see the fireworks, especially him. Your parents and their friends are already on the porch, barbequing, drinking, and having some fun talking about their lives. They seem busy with what they're doing. You finally catch his eyes in the crowds of people. You both start a starring contest for a while with flirty eyes. But, you suddenly break the eye contact to wink and start walking to your bedroom upstairs. You hope he got the hint.

So here you are now, sitting on your bed in your white nightgown, waiting for Javier to show up with all your hopes and dreams riding high in the air. Finally, Javier knocked on your door and started making his way inside your room.

He walks into your room like he owns the place and closes the door. "You waitin' for me, darling?"

You just nodded and gave your best puppy dog eyes.

He chuckles lightly and pulls his shirt off. You gasp quietly, watching him take his pants off and then lay them down somewhere on the floor next to his shoes and shirt. He turns back to face you and gives you a devilish grin.

"Are we going to do things or just stare at each other?" He raises a brow and you giggle a little.

He got on top of you and your breath hitches when you feel his hand rest on your hip as you close your eyes. You open your eyes to find him smirking at you. He didn't let you wait and slowly slide his cock into your wet cunt. You groan as you feel the head stretching you.

"Shhh, baby girl, shhhh.. It won't hurt so much if you stay quiet"

You close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling of having him inside you. But the feeling of him stretching you was almost too much. You have enough experience with sex, but you didn't expect him to be this big. You start to whimper and cry a little bit because of the overwhelming feelings you experienced.

"Shhh, babygirl. Don't cry. I know it's too much for you, huh? My cock is too big for your cute little cunt? Just breathe in, honey. You're taking me so well. I'm almost all the way inside of ya, honey"

He keeps his body as still as possible to let you adjust to his bulbous head before he thrust forward and pushes his full length inside of you.

"God dammit, honey. You're squeezing me so much. I'm trying so hard not to fuck you like a fuck toy that you are. Do you like this, babygirl? Huh? You like my cock so much that you squeeze me this hard to keep me inside of you? I know you fucking like this because I can feel you dripping all over my balls, honey"

Soon enough you feel the familiar wave of pleasure washing over you and you cry out loud. You hear Javier moan loudly along with you. He finally, slowly thrusting into you.

"Oh fuuucck… that's it, babygirl. You've taken all of me inside of you. Fuck, you squeezing me so much, babygirl. You feel so good, so warm. I'm so proud of you, honey. You are my perfect little toy, huh?" he murmurs against your ear and you just whimper in response.

He starts thrusting into you fast. As he hits the spot that you need, you start screaming his name. You can hear him moaning as he pumps his cock faster. The waves of pleasure are crashing and crashing over you and your legs are shaking uncontrollably. You feel his cock twitch in your tight pussy and you feel him fill you completely. A few seconds later, you finally reach your climax and he comes deep into you. He grabs you tightly with his arms and collapses on top of you.

"I love you, babygirl. I love you so much," he mutters and pulls his head from the crook between your neck and shoulder and kisses you passionately.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Eyes On Me

Summary: You wouldn't care if they heard. You wouldn't care if they saw. They already know you're in Tech's bunk.

Pairing: Tech x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, fingering, slightly rough sex, clothed male unclothed female, glove kink, exhibitionism, slight pain kink, armor kink, this is absolute filth I am so sorry.

A/N: *Sweats* Uh, did I intend on making most of these about the Batch...not really. I just can't help it. I have no excuse for this one. Please forgive me.

MASTERLIST

The barracks are quiet, aside from the pounding of the rain against the window and the occasional rumble of snoring from Wrecker’s bunk. They’re all tired after a hard series of missions, back on Kamino for a short stay before they ship out again. 

You only feel slightly guilty about what you’re doing, only that it might disturb them in their much needed rest. You stare up into those brown eyes above you, his gaze sharp and focused. One arm is looped behind you, hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet. His gloved fingers pinch into your cheeks as he muffles your moans, trying not to wake the others.

You wouldn’t care if they heard. 

You wouldn’t care if they saw. 

The kinds of things that made your pussy clench would make even Crosshair blush. 

You, their sweet little medic, laying in Tech’s bunk with his gloved fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. His movements are slow and deliberate, fingers curled into that spot inside you. His armor presses into your side, digging into the dips and curves but you don’t care. 

Tech had been the obvious choice for you, his quiet but commanding demeanor was alluring, and you work with him often. He’s eager to learn, and you posed your desires as a learning opportunity. A chance to gain knowledge in an area he had little experience in. 

They were all rather looked over when it came to that area, mostly because they didn’t get chances for shore leave often. You were the first woman they had close contact with, which led to some interesting situations in the beginning. None of them had ever approached you with an offer, and you could guess they wouldn’t have, if you hadn’t approached Tech. 

You know the others listen sometimes. 

You love it. 

Tech doesn’t seem to care either, his fingers stilling as he removes his hand from your mouth to tug your breastband up. He covers your mouth again, thrusting his fingers into you faster. You whine against his hand, suddenly aware of how silent the barracks have gotten. Even the rain seemed to stop, making the wet squelch of your pussy all the more noticeable. The lube he’d coated his glove in only made it louder. 

Your eyes roll back as he drags the rough fabric covering his palm across your clit, your legs clamping closed as you cum around his fingers. He eases you through your orgasm, your breaths coming in pants from behind his hand. He stills his fingers inside you, holding them there. You continue to flutter around him, squeezing his fingers. 

He finally draws them from your aching pussy, the black fabric sticky and coated in your cum. He shifts over you, moving his hand from your mouth. He presses two fingers against your lips and you take them in your mouth. He tastes like metal and plastoid, tangy and bitter on your tongue. You whimper around his fingers as he removes his codpiece with one easy movement, shoving it in the corner of the bunk. 

You part your legs further as he opens his blacks, pulling out his cock. He’s hard already, his hand jerking the thick length. Your mouth waters around his fingers, drool slipping out of the corners of your mouth and running down your cheeks. He watches it for a moment before lining himself up. 

You moan around his fingers as he presses into you, your pussy already raw and aching from his fingers. The stretch is almost too much, your whimpers loud in the quiet barracks. His fingers press against your tongue, cutting off all noise for a moment. You swallow around his fingers, breaths coming in gasps as he fills you. 

The barracks are very quiet. They’re awake. They have to be. There’s no way they could sleep through this, even with Wrecker’s snoring. The thought makes you clench around Tech, his eyes snapping up to your face. He gives you a look, your body relaxing around him, allowing him to press in further. 

You’re entirely exposed, the blanket pushed off to the side. Your breastband is up around your armpits, leaving your tits exposed to the cold air in the barracks, and to whomever just happened to look over. 

Tech knows this too. 

He angles his body just enough if they wanted to see, they could. His hips press flush with yours, his belt pressing into your stomach. His tools bite the inside of your thighs as they press against his sides. He starts to move, dragging his length along your walls. You moan around his fingers, hand sliding to grip the wrist of the hand that’s pressing into the mattress beside you. 

His gaze is angled down, recording the way his length slides in and out of your wet pussy. For research, he’d claim. It’s definitely for him to watch later, when it’s harder for you two to get alone time. 

“Let her go.” 

The voice makes you jump, not expecting it. It’s rough and low, breathy and slightly muffled from the wall between the two bunks. Hunter. He can’t see what you’re doing, but no doubt he’s been able to hear the entire time. 

Tech slips his hand from your face, drawing his fingers from your mouth. He snaps his hips into yours, a high pitched whine leaving your lips. It’s downright sinful sounding, putting those girls in those holofilms popular among the clones to shame. You continue to moan loudly as Tech snaps his hips into yours, the sound of your pussy rivaling the sounds coming out of your mouth. 

You’re going to cum again and soon. 

You hear quiet groans, the sounds of bodies shuffling in bunks. You go to turn your head but Tech grips your jaw, keeping your head still. 

“Eyes on me.” He says slowly, his voice low from pleasure. 

You want to see. You want to see them, hands in their blacks, watching you get fucked by their squadmate. You keep your eyes glued to Tech’s behind his goggles, arms falling open to give them the best view of your bouncing tits.

Your moans get louder, and for a moment you’re worried anyone walking by might be able to hear. It would be one hell of a reprimanding if you were caught in this position, and you’d likely get reassigned. The guys wouldn’t get much more than a stern talking to. They were too valuable to the Republic to risk decommissioning. 

Perhaps that’s what made them so bold. 

“Kriff, kriff, kriff!” You curse, crying out Tech’s name as you cum, writhing beneath him. He stills his hips, letting you ride out your orgasm around him. You can hear echoing groans from the others, desperate to turn and look but you know Tech won’t let you. He’ll force your gaze on him and only him. You also know he’s not done. 

He’s far from finished with you. 

Taglist:

@kaminocasey, @rosechi, @mxkyrie, @bobaprint, @star-trekker-0013, @padawancat97 @bamfahsoka, @rain-on-kamino

[unknownperson246]

Hiii can you write a smut fic where reader realises she likes being spanked so she tells izzy about it and they try it out during sex? (Sorry about the bad English. its not my first language 🙏)

Hii I’m so sorry I wrote and finished it all earlier today but I forgot to post it just remembered and I hope you enjoy it 💋💋

Brand Spanking New:

Words: 964

warnings: *smut* *fluff* *spanking kink* *p in v* *using and mentioning of drugs* *dacryphilia* *mentions of other kinks* *masturbating* *Daddy kink* *praise kink* *begging* *aftercare*

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You never really experimented with kinks. You never really had the experience. Izzy spanked you once after you asked him to just experiment with what you like. You even loved begging Izzy to come. He ate you out. You called him Daddy. He praised you. He was rough one time because you asked him to get rough with you. It was painful but you enjoyed it. Nothing compared to Izzy spanking out on your ass. It was the best one out of all the things you've tried with him. You thought it was sexy and hot. It also got you the most wet when he spanked you. He loved watching you cry during sex. It made him know that you cried because of him. He loved giving you head. One day you and Izzy have fun and go wild. You guys go all crazy and smoke some tar heroin so you both are pretty high. You were in the bedroom getting feisty over each other. Both of your guys’s clothes were already thrown somewhere across the floor. You both were on the bed shooting up. You saw his bare cock and giggled.

“You have a big dick.” You say. “Shit I said it out loud.” You said snorting again.

“Yeah.” Izzy smiled.

He took your hand down to his cock. He wrapped the palm of your hands and your fingers around his soft dick. You could feel it swelling up and stiffening as soon as you touched it. He was getting you to jerk him off with your hands. You could see shivers going up and down his body. His wet lips parted. Small grunts escaped his mouth the more you squeezed it. He took your fingers and made it into the shape of a ring. He slid your fingers up and down his hard cock. 

“Oh fuck” He moans lightly. 

You move your hand away feeling all of his pre-come.

“I fucking love you” You snort while you take your syringe and throw it to the side table to get it out of the way.

“I love you too” He giggles, grabbing both of your breasts. He was fucked up in the head. He couldn't think straight and neither could you.

“Iz” You moan at the feeling of his hands holding onto a sensitive part of your body.

“You remember when we tried out all those tricks in the bedroom?” He asked you, smirking.

“Yes.” You say.

“I noticed you like spanking the best.” He says taking his hands that were massaging your bare tits. His hands traveled down to your waist down to your big ass. He squeezed it lightly at first. He forced himself on the side of the bed you were on. “Bend over on the bed,” He said, grabbing your hand.

You obeyed his command and tried not to fall into the position Izzy asked for you to get in. You wanted to be his good girl. You wanted to be his pet. You loved it when he praised you.

“Good Girl,” He said as you bent over. 

You felt his hard cock grinding against your wet pussy. 

“Mm,” You moaned as your hands played with your leopard bed sheets.

“Baby hurry up please.” You beg Izzy to stop grinding and to just go inside of you. You wanted to feel the friction. You wanted to sense his cock thrusting on the inside of you. You wanted him to leave a nice creampie inside of you.

“Izzy” You cry feeling the angst and the semi-orgasm as he continues to grind.

He smacked your ass for being an impatient brat. He smacked it over and over again. He watched your squirm from underneath him as he was hovering on top of your body holding on to your hip with one hand. He enjoyed watching you beg for his cock. He wanted you to beg him for everything that involved sex. It made him feel more in control and you both loved it. He loved watching you whine and beg for his dick. He left his handprints on your ass. He was marking it as his property like how an animal pisses showing its territory.

“Iz” You chuckle feeling the heroin coursing through your veins.

“I’m tired,” You say to Izzy.

He smacked your ass again. 

“We just started.” He said.

He finally stuck his hard cock inside of you without showing you any intention of doing it. He only said the words “We just started.”  

He felt your pussy and the walls surrounding it. You felt him slide up and down in your most sensitive area. You let out small moans as he continued thrusting inside of you. His hips smacking against your ass. You loved every small sensation of ecstasy you got from him and his heroin. You finally are about to leave your orgasm around his cock. “Izzy fuck me harder” You cry as you finally feel your stomach knotting up and your legs shaking. He felt your orgasm coming on. He felt a warm liquid dripping down his cock. He kept thrusting you as he kept occasionally giving you small smacks on your ass now and then. You knew he was going to come when you felt his thrusts get sloppy and he stopped smacking your ass every 2 minutes. You felt his head go back because his hand let’s your hip go. His back arches into the air. “I’m there” He moans. He dumped his wet load inside of you. 

He pulls out of you and he takes you to the shower to get all the cocaine out of your guys’s system. You both take a bath together and get out and get warm in your comfy bed. You both fall asleep in each other's arms.

[marchswifey]

Kit Walker’s NSFW alphabet

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

An angel. He will immediately check on you, ask if you're okay or if anything hurts, he'll help you clean up, get you water, all that jazz. Very, very sweet.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He likes his hair! Loves how soft it is and how it feels when you grab his hair. On you he loves everything about your body, but mostly your boobs and neck, he enjoys leaving hickeys on them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside you, but also on your stomach and thighs.

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

Kit actually doesn’t have secrets with you, he just tells you everything most of the times because he trust you more than himself.

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

He’s experienced in the basic sex stuff but with you he’s open to try new things.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Literally any position where he can see your face. Missionary, Spread Eagle, and Cowgirl remain his top three though.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Most of the times he’s focused on the act but he can be goofy sometimes.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s cleaned down there, the carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He gives you kisses all the time and always makes sure you know he loves you, he loves cuddling with you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Why would he? He has you, but still does it occasionally when you’re not around and he’s feeling needy.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

PRAISE! Lots and lots of it. Soft kisses, and a little biting.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom,he thinks it's the most safe place.

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

You wearing something sexy and bending down infront of him to get "something" makes him hard.

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

He won't hurt you, he would feel bad and turned off.

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

Prefers giving and seeing all the faces you make and all the noises that escape even when you try to hold them back.

Won't say no to receiving though. Something about the way you look up at him strikes a cord in him.

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

He's slow he doesn't want to hurt you and he prefers it that way.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't mind quickies. Prefers doing it slow and romantic, but if the urge hits him he’ll surely do a quickie.

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

Gets nervous when you're doing something that's on the more risky side, but won't mind anything if it's what you really want.

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

He can go for quite a while. He's capable of going about 3-5 rounds before he's ready to tap out.

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

Doesn't own any but would jump around at the opportunity to use them on you.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He rarely teases you. He's all about getting straight to the point, as sensually as he can.

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

Whimpers, quiet moans and stuff.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He wants to have two or more kids with you but he’s afraid of introducing the subject yet. He just hopes that one day you’ll come to him with the beautiful news of your pregnancy.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's a 7 incher not too thick.

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

He’s about a 7/10. Most of the times he’s just romantic.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Waits until you are comfortable, but you both usually fall asleep at about the same time.

[myobsessionsspace]

Hi! I hope you dont mind this. I recently was informing myself more about bts and their past experiences, and i’m very probably wrong but i noticed how a lot of members (all of them, actually) have talked about and showed more or less some struggles, such as jimin, or v when he looked really numb and lost during official events, or yoongi, except for jungkook (and maybe jin?).

Except for that time when yoongi told us he sent jungkook a message saying he loved him (which makes me believe jungkook was going through a hard time), or others “small” episodes, jungkook himself never expressed a specific period of time where he was struggling for whatever reason, and it shocked me to hear him saying in ays that he doesn’t feel like writing his own songs because he doesn’t have much to say. To me it looks like he maybe downplays/avoids talking about his own hard feelings and times, despite probably being one of the members who struggles and struggled the most (his unreleased song being a good example, in my opinion), but i still came here to get another point of view because i feel wrong for being so introspective and making psychoanalyses about him. Maybe my curiosity is having the best of me and that’s all this is about🙏. But really, the way he can go through the most gut wrenching moments and still smile on stage or lives makes this whole thing really interesting to me and it’s more of an appreciation and empathetic thing than anything else.

We saw him saying he doesn’t think he really has a worth, saying he’s not good at everything and has a lot of flaws, we saw him sad during last year’s lives on weverse, but i can’t find anything where he really shared something regarding his own sad and depressed feelings, despite him being such a sensitive individual and being… human, which means he definitely has had hard times.

Do you think there was a specific year/time when jungkook looked sad or different from the cheerful and happy jk we know, and what’s your opinion on him not really sharing it? I hope again my question doesn’t sound inappropriate or rude in any way, i don’t want this to come off as invasive or wanting in any way to force jungkook to express his personal struggles. And really, excuse me if i just missed content and i’m asking things i could easily find myself. I appreciate you so much.

Hi Lovely!

Thank you so much for this ask! It’s sooo juicy 😍

I’ve been mulling over it for a while because it’s something that I could talk about without ever stopping. It’s an ask that could allow me to get into the evolution of Jungkook from trainee days to now, you know.

It’s an ask that I could talk about and ‘compare’ (I hate that though, comparing people 🙈) the members and their different approaches to music when it comes to their group and solo work and how theirs to has evolved.

I’m not gonna lie I felt a bit defensive for Jungkook during his solo era. Something the fandom loves to do is ‘ours are better than yours’ with others, even within their own members, they like to be like ‘our group has the most song writing credits’ which leads to comparison with other groups, which leads to comparisons within the group and members solos etc.

When Jungkook’s turn came around I feel like there was a lot of expectation. I can only imagine what Jungkook himself felt.

Jungkook & Songwriting

‘and it shocked me to hear him saying in ays that he doesn’t feel like writing his own songs because he doesn’t have much to say.’

To this point I think it shows what I’m saying, the expectation and comparison. I think because BTS have always been lauded as involved in their music, because it was something that wasn’t really the standard to kpop for their generation and those before, there’s always kind of been an expectation of them? But I don’t know if it’s because JK is one of my biases, but I feel like he was more ‘vilified’ for an album comprised of songs written by others and solely in English

The thing is though BTS do and have had much more creative control than a lot of kpop groups of their generation and the generations before, it’s not as straightforward as that. I don’t want to diminish anyone’s contribution or years of work, but it would be worth noting how one can get a songwriting credit. The rap line write their own bars, so for any song rap line have a rap verse, that’s an automatic songwriting credit.

Within a song making process there can be so many hands involved and points where tweaks are made, sometimes people can all get together and think tank the creation of the song lyrics, leading to the core group of writers, then through the recording process when tweaks are made more songwriting credits get added etc.

Or someone could write a song and due to the song being their baby not allow for many changes made apart from maybe by one producer, leading to only one or two song writing credits vs 7 song writing credits on one song.

Jungkook’s solo & group contributions

Each song would have a story behind it as to the level of contribution from JK (and other members) but it wouldn’t change the fact that he’d be entitled to a songwriting credit. For example ‘Dreamers’ was a song already done and sent to him for recording, but through tweaks made in the recording process Jungkook earned a songwriting credit.

Songs for ARMY

Whereas we know songs like ‘Still With You’ ‘My You’ were Jungkook’s babies and songs with only credits for Jungkook and the producer.

Isn’t it interesting the songs that Jungkook has the most involvement, if not primary involvement, are the songs about ARMY?

Jungkook has said that he like Jin, don’t hold on to negative emotions. They deal and move on.

However it seems like there’s one emotion that’s always remained constant and true to Jungkook, his love for army. I mean this man was so confident in this that he tattooed ARMY. He grew up with army, they supported his career and cheered him on, he’s said it’s because of being in the group and the group being successful that he’s been able to experience things such as the travels and activities in shows for army and the delights 🥴 of twinkies.

Not only is it easy for Jungkook to speak to army via lives etc it’s easy for him to speak to army via songs. It’s not a feeling he wants to process and move on from.

A Dramatic Shift?

‘and it shocked me to hear him saying in ays that he doesn’t feel like writing his own songs because he doesn’t have much to say.’

Is that all he said?

Where Jungkook talks about wanting to focus on displaying his vocals and focusing on different songs to display them rather than focusing on songwriting

I think I again maybe it’s a combination of comparison and expectations?

He has spoken before of his wish to try singing different stories not his own

If you don’t do anything at all, please have a look at this post and watch the live & video in it, if you want some understanding about Jungkook from Jungkook himself.

Thoughts for Another Time

‘Except for that time when yoongi told us he sent jungkook a message saying he loved him (which makes me believe jungkook was going through a hard time)’

I actually have a whole separate theory about this moment right here. I’ve talked about it with others in the past. It’s something that would need a whole separate post to get into.

Do We Delve Too Deep?

‘i feel wrong for being so introspective and making psychoanalyses about him’

I think it’s the human condition to want to understand. I think it’s not an issue when you want to understand someone, someone that interests you, someone that brings you joy with their person and their talents. I think where you, myself and others have to be careful, is when we go from wanting to just understand someone to judging someone. Being disappointed in them for not living up to our expectations. When we thought we sussed them out and they don’t follow the path we thought made sense based on their past actions and our understanding of them.

With Jungkook, because we are not privy to the inner workings of of his mind, his emotions, his motivations, his day to day, it’s not fair to him as a human to be disappointed when he doesn’t do what we expect based on what he’s done in the past, based on what his members have done, based on what his fans expected.

It’s ok, I think, to sit and think on topics like this but I don’t think it’s ok to then project feelings onto someone because of it. They are our feelings and we need to understand why and then figure out what good they do to hold onto them? What it means going forward if those feeling hold value to us, do we still support, follow, invest or do we adjust our thinking or involvement? That’s what we have control over.

The kind of person Jungkook is

I’d like to preface this by saying I am one person on the internet. Same as anyone else, with no more or less access to him than the majority of us. The same media I consume is what is available to us all. His lives, his interviews, his songs, festas, memories, bombs, episodes, shows, documentaries etc.

All my inferences are from these, not Jungkoook himself, not a company insider, not a friend of a friend of the members, a sister of one of the members siblings friends 🤡 my opinion and opinion only 😅.

He is who he is. He says what he says. Even the members at times feel like they want to dig soul bearing emotions out of him

They’ve been saying for years

When is Too Much, Too Much?

‘Do you think there was a specific year/time when jungkook looked sad or different from the cheerful and happy jk we know’

I don’t think looking to the past and nitpicking, microanalysing etc to point out where he looked the most miserable etc would do good to anyone. Being there in the moment, if we were, we would be trying to show him our love and support, empathising, seeing it to make ourselves not feel as alone, to see him as human etc.

For me to do that now for no reason as to just point out that…he’s…human? Well I think we should already know that. I do think Jungkook really was vulnerable and as open as he could be as an idol with millions of viewers during his lives of 2023.

That, I think, was one of the biggest windows into Jungkook the person, more as who his is now, the adult and not who he was when he was 19, 22, 24 etc. There were so many nuggets that could easily have been missed amongst the fun of the karaokes and cooking and eating etc.

I would advise you or anyone to, whenever you have free time, just pop in one of his lives, start from Feb and work your way through whenever you have a free moment (I know you said you have been 💜).

‘We saw him saying he doesn’t think he really has a worth, saying he’s not good at everything and has a lot of flaws, we saw him sad during last year’s lives on weverse, but i can’t find anything where he really shared something regarding his own sad and depressed feelings, despite him being such a sensitive individual and being… human, which means he definitely has had hard times.’

The thing is with this, in my opinion...when have any of the members been completely and utterly specific? We get little sentences or conversations here and there where we can refer to, but if it’s one thing I’ve come to realise about BTS is that they are good at letting us in without really letting us in. The hardships they have shared tbh can be generalised to each of them, struggling with idol body image, tough schedules, dance routines, being in their heads. Yes some members have spoken about their mental health struggles more than others (Namjoon & Yoongi), they’re not learning dance routines as quick as others or being confident with their dance (Namjoon & Jin).

But they’ve also all talked sometimes as a group of struggles, general to the group as a whole. I think if Jungkook didn’t share their sentiments, he would have said he didn’t?

Did we really know that they were on the verge of splitting until they said so on stage and then afterwards. We know of the few fights they tell us about and then those are the only ones they refer to for years after, and we can count them in one hand, vmin dumpling fight, namgi throwing laundry fight, hopekook and banana fight…?

When watching something like their last Festa Dinner, where the others talked, shared, poured out, like it’s been said in the past, when his hyung hurt is when he hurts. Maybe it is that he didn’t/doesn’t struggle with the same things that the other members struggled/struggle with. Being a trainee and an idol is all he’s ever known being with his hyungs, his friends, family, working, travelling, enjoying good food and good drink is Jungkook. Namjoon (David Quinones and producer Tony Esterly) writing a song like ‘Begin’ to capture Jungkook’s essence?

Source: Doolset Bangtan

We know that Jungkook started trainee life in 2010? Born in 1997, ignoring Korean age system he’d have been around 13? I think we can guess the general kind of hardships pre 13.

Then once trainee life started we’ve heard him talk about having to learn to share, having to learn to dance and sing plus schooling where he probably had people either teasing him for thinking his was ‘a hotshot’ or wanting to be his friend because he was a trainee then a famous idol or constantly filming him, picturing him and gossiping about him? Away from home, constantly aching and exhausted, not knowing if he’d make it.

He has done vlogs where he talks about seeing his parents after a long time and how happy he was, he’s shown how happy he was to celebrate his graduation with his hyung and more interested in hanging out with them, than celebrating with his fellow schoolers. He’s talked with Jimin in a live about how after dance training he found a new passion and considered giving up being in the group.

Blog of his time in The US getting extra dance training & Part 2

It seems like with Jungkook he is someone to focus on the good, instead of the misssing his family, he talks to fans about the happiness in reuniting, instead of the difficulties of schooling he talks about the gratitude in having his idol career be successful enough to not be concerned with not being the best at school etc.

So I’d say over the years he has with little sentences here and there talked about his hardships but they probably don’t stand out as much because he, maybe through conscious effort, tells it to fans when there’s a positive to take from it. Like you also noted: ‘still smile on stage or lives makes this whole thing really interesting to me and it’s more of an appreciation and empathetic thing than anything else.’

He Is Who He Is

I wrote this at a point when I wanted people to understand a bit more about Jungkook, yes it’s in relation to his bond with Jimin but mainly focuses on Jungkook’s personality

His MBTI

Introvert, introvert, introvert!

He’s taken his MTBI several times through the years and one thing that has always remained consistent was his introvertion. talking about others, talking about ARMY maybe comes more easily to him than talking, writing and singing about himself?

He himself takes stock in his MBTI and seems to feel it does reflect him.

Music Is His Love & Passion

when all the members got to design their rooms, this was Jungkook’s design. Music is his love & passion through and through

When you want to make Jungkook happy, give him a karaoke mic and leave him be.

Suchwita - Jungkook Karaoke Special

I don’t think we have to worry for a long long time about not getting new music from Jungkook, songs written by others, songs written by him, songs about others’ experiences and songs about his own, we gotta just

‘Let Him Kook’ TD;LR

Jungkook is as complex a human as any other member but more often than not, a typical introvert, one to live in the now and man of few words.

Vulnerable, raw Jungkook. Listening to the song made by ARMY for BTS after their pause in group activities. Jungkook feeling with ARMY on world tour. Jungkook with ARMY on white day.

Ask him to write a song about ARMY and he can give you 10 but ask him to release a body of work that reflects him through and through, the perfectionist that he is, the introvert that he is, the experiences he’s had that he’s moved on from…as he said, there’s plenty of time for more from him in the future.

After his billboard number one’s for ‘Seven’ his debut solo single

He seems to not be someone to dwell on the sad and the hard but to deal with it and move on. He seems like someone who wants to share the good with people, not have people sad for him, in his songs he seems to want to reflect this hence his songwriting being more in that vein.

He like struggles like everyone else, has hardships like the others, has lows etc but his personality seems to not see the point in sharing to the extent some may want or get from the other members.

The reason we love each of them is BECAUSE they’re not the same, right? Right!

There is soo much more I could say (as one of my biases I could talk about him all day!) but tbh I needed to post this as is, because I was starting to obsess over this ask and letting it snowball🙈

Maybe we can come back to some points and tackle each separately one day. Thank you again lovely!

💜

[patheticbabie]

Just think about Jason being one camboy!

you read my mind. This post and this post come up in my mind when thinking about camboy!jason. Also screaming for whoever sent this, because this au has been on my mind for ages!!

he goes by PrinceOfGotham as his username for the cam site he streams on. He's one of of the most popular models on the site too, top 1% in viewers. Every stream he does, he always brings in curious new viewers, and his view count can go up to 500,000+.

His streams include trying out toys fans have sent him (his fave is this cock ring that gives him some of the most intense orgasms), he loves to give the boyfriend experience for fans during his streams, so he'll always do requests. He absolutely loves starting his streams with being shirtless and just wearing black jeans that sit so low that it shows off his v-lines, and really show off how thick his thighs are.

definitely a tease, as the stream goes on he loses an item of clothing (as per request in his chat room). To the point where he's only left in his black boxer briefs, his cock half hard and straining against the fabric. He loves to tease everyone and himself by rubbing his cock through his boxer briefs so you can see the outline perfectly. When he gets to the best part, he slowly removes those boxer briefs and his dick springs out and he's all hard and leaking pre cum.

He sits in his chair, as he moves the camera to point to his lower abs, as you watch him spit into his hand and work his cock up and down, up and down slowly. His grunts are heard as he squeezes his cock a little bit harder just the way he likes it to mimic him fucking someone. As his hand speeds up, he's talking dirty and saying things like "yeah choke on my cock, you're a hungry little cockslut aren't you?" As he gets so close to cumming, he growls and says "fuck, you want me to fill up your pussy? you want me to breed you?" The stream ends with him growling and whimpering as he cums hard and his cum goes all over his chest and he's all sweaty and glistening.

After his stream has ended for the night, he'll upload onto his twitter this photo of him in the shower, with the caption: goodnight babies

[lazycats-stuff]

Hii, can I request dc x teen male reader? They’re partly part of the batfam, he’s Batman’s second youngest son. And he tags along with Batman to a mission with Superman and Wonder Woman, and guess what, they brought their kids too? I mean not like the already existing kids of them, like they’re original characters? Imagine them just not liking eachother at first but they just become best friends during the mission when they almost die and just laugh it off. They are literally just like Batman and Superman and Wonder Woman trio.

Yup yup, you sure can. I feel like the OG trio would freak out at the similarity. I think I kind of strayed off, but I kind off got hit with inspiration, so I hope you don't mind.

Summary: Kids of Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman don't like each other. After a near death experience, they become friends.

Warnings: explosions, cursing, tension between teammates, they like each other after near death experience, injuries, OG trio is worried, OC kids, except for Batman.

(Y/N) knew that missions with kids his age was going to be a normal thing. He knew it and there wasn't anything he could have done. But to go with Althea Prince and James Kent? There was no such thing that would make Bruce drag him on a mission with them.

The trio hated each other. (Y/N) didn't like how Althea thought that men were beneath her and James is too soft for (Y/N)'s liking. That boy is a personification of a golden retriever and his father was no better too.

Althea and (Y/N) had way more problems than (Y/N) and James had. While James was somewhat okay with the no kill rule, Althea found the rule ridiculous and thought that the evil should be eradicated. No matter what.

That grinded (Y/N)'s gears and it made him want to bash her face against any type of hard surface, but he couldn't. He would be grounded and she wasn't worth it. At all.

But this mission was a test for them. This was going to be their first solo mission without the supervision of their parents. It was just a covert one and intel collecting. Get in and get out.

And that's why they were siting in Justice League HQ, in a dull meeting room. Batman was presenting something that (Y/N) already knew. He has heard it before they left.

" Now, (V/N) will take the lead on this, since it's covert and intel gathering. I don't want to hear any arguments about this. " Batman said, knowing that the trio was going to argue about it.

But lets be honest, if there was anybody who knew how to be stealthy and quiet, it was (Y/N). Well, (V/N) in this case. (Y/N) forced himself to suppress a smile from blooming on his face.

Take that you two. He glanced at the two of them and Althea frowned a bit and James just rolled his eyes. Oh you two sacks of shit.

" Now, (V/N), would you like to take over? " Batman asked, well, demanded. (V/N) nodded and stood up from his chair. Bruce moved over and (Y/N) stood in his place. It felt weird, but you know, it made him feel powerful.

" Right. Like my father said, this is a covert and intel gathering. Which means it's get in and get out quietly. This is a base on a remote island in the Pacific ocean. We have reasons to believe that that's where Vandal the Savage and Deathstroke may have stashed their weapons, however, that is not our primary cause. It's intel that it's kept there. We will probably encounter Deathstroke or Lady Shiva, since those two started working together. " (Y/N) said, pressing a few buttons on the screen keyboard.

" This is how it's supposed to look. It's a pretty classical look for a base, but the security system is very tight and nearly impossible to hack into. However, I saw a small portion of the system and I know that I can hack into it. Now, the problem would be Deathstroke. If you see him, call me through the comms. Don't try to fight him, because he will win. " (Y/N) said and he nearly wanted to smack Althea for rolling her eyes.

" And also, he has experience fighting meta humans, like Wonder Woman and Superman. " (Y/N) said, glancing at the said duo, who nodded in agreement.

" (V/N) is right, he is not to be underestimated. " Wonder Woman said.

Batman stayed quiet, watching as (Y/N) dealt with the two. (Y/N) was growing into a brave and a mature person. And his hero side was no different. He knew that the trio didn't like each other and that was just normal and in life you are going to work with shitheads, as Jason would so kindly put it. And you would have to know how to deal with them.

Again, it's just life.

And Bruce could tell that (Y/N) was dealing with them well. Sure, his way was sarcastic and sometimes it could get ugly, but it was funny and sometimes it was outright murder worthy.

But Bruce loved him none the less.

" We are going first thing tomorrow evening, believe it or not. And that would be it. " (V/N) said and the other two left the room with their parents. Bruce and (Y/N) stayed back and (Y/N) looked at his father.

" You did good. You stayed professional and I could tell you wanted to smack Althea, but you controlled yourself. "

(Y/N) smiled, happy to hear this from Bruce. It wasn't like he never praised his sons, quite the opposite, but when he did, you know that he meant it.

" Lets go back home. Your brothers would like to spend time with you before you go on the mission. " Bruce said and the father son duo left the room, moving to the Zeta tubes.

" I know, but I just want to sleep. I had a tiring day at school. " (Y/N) admitted as they started the teleporting. Once they got into the cave, they both took their cowls off.

(Y/N)'s hair was going in all of different directions and Bruce ruffled his hair even more with a quiet chuckle. (Y/N) whined, trying to push Bruce's hand away.

" You kids grow up so fast. " Bruce admitted to (Y/N) and gave him a quick hug.

" You say that every year. " (Y/N) retorted, chuckling. It was true though. He said it every year when they did good in something.

" Am I wrong though? I would suggest you go up now. Jason called me and told me that if you aren't up in about 20 minutes he will come to get you himself. And you have about 5 minutes to get up there or he will kidnap you. " Bruce warned and (Y/N) ran into the locker room.

Jason would absolutely make that threat a promise and (Y/N) didn't want to fight with any of them. Bruce shook his head fondly at his sons antics.

All of them are going to be with the death of him.

The young trio was in a plane, flying to their location. It was quiet and they had a few hours to kill before landing down at their designated location. (Y/N) put it on autopilot and leaned back. He adjusted his gauntlets on his hands.

It was slightly nerve wrecking for all of them. When on missions they had supervision, they had guidance and they could call the moment something went wrong.

This time is a bit different. Did they have guidance? Yes. Did they have supervision? No.

But the trio knew that their parents were watching. They weren't completely alone in the dark.

" And what do we do know? I'm bored. " James said, crossing his arms.

" And that doesn't sound like my problem. You know you don't have the stamina to fly so long and you can't be weak for this mission. " (Y/N) responded, rubbing his eyes. He heard a tsk and for a split second he thought that Damian was behind him. But no.

" You know Althea, I wouldn't tsk since you can't fly that long either. " (Y/N) snapped back.

" I thought you two are supposed to be strong. Men like to boast about their strength. " Althea said and (Y/N) turned his head to look at her.

" I still can't believe that you are Wonder Woman's daughter. She doesn't hate men and yet you are so far up your own ass that you can't see reality. Is that the result of Amazon upbringing? " (Y/N) asked, sarcasm slipping through into his voice.

There was silence before she huffed, turning her head away. James sighed, shaking his head. They are supposed to be a team and not sworn enemies.

" Well, this mission is going to go well. "James mumbled and (Y/N) closed his eyes, just ready to meditate and get himself mentally ready for the mission.

The landing was quiet and the trio embarked on the shore. They stopped in the bush and (Y/N) zoomed in the view he had. Thank God for built in binoculars within his cowl.

He saw 2 guarding the door.

" Give me a minute and I will disable the security system. I think we will have about 20 minutes to get in and get out. I will take out the 2 in the front and when we get in, we are separating. I know we don't like each other, but we put all of that aside. Now we are teammates. " (Y/N) said and the two nodded in agreement.

" Good. Comms are going to be on the entire time. And if you see Deathstroke, call me. " (Y/N) said, opening up the tiny computer on his gauntlet. He typed a few buttons and the system was officially down.

(Y/N) took a deep breath. It's time to go.

" Lets go. " (Y/N) said and ran towards the two, seemingly out of nowhere. They didn't have a chance with (Y/N). After taking their cards, he swiped it to open the door.

" Now we split. Wonder Girl, you are going left, there is an office there, see if you can find anything there. Superboy, you are going to the right. There are guard's room on the right so if you see some, knock 'em out. I will go straight for the hardware room. And if I find any weapons, I will destroy them. Comms ON. " (Y/N) said and the other two nodded.

And so they separated. Wonder Girl went left, (V/N) went straight ahead and Superboy went to the right. (Y/N) ran in the hall, passing by the grey walls.

There is a certain adrenaline rush you get on certain types of missions. If he is patrolling in the city, it's something normal and usual, almost like a routine. It was nice, but deep down he is an adrenaline addict and he is just looking for some extra adrenaline.

Missions alone with his dad or with others was a bit better in terms of adrenaline. The missions were always out of Gotham city and he was in place were he has never been before. And it always led to him doing some crazy shit that is guaranteed to give Bruce a lot of grey hairs.

But a mission alone, without the supervision of their parents? It brought out a new wave of adrenaline rush that he has never felt before. It made him feel free and way beyond light. When he started being a vigilante, there was this constant fear. But now, there was no fear.

It was just sheer bravery and intent to get his dad proud. Bruce was already proud, but it would mean everything to (Y/N) that he could prove himself. "

" Yes. I checked everything. And you said yes to my proposition. " Bruce said, looking at the two.

" Are you sure about this Batman? " Wonder Woman asked as they were sitting in the conference room, waiting for their children. None of them are able to sleep without their children in their own homes. Bruce more so then others.

" I know that he wouldn't send them straight into fire. Intel and covert, that much they can handle. " Superman said, clearly agreeing with Batman.

" I know and I know that they are more than capable of doing this mission, but I worry. She is my only daughter and I love her to death. (Y/N) and James are my nephews and I love those two death to. " She said, sighing quietly.

" But I worry about them working together. And also, weren't they supposed to report back? A few minutes ago? "

Everyone was silent before running to the second airplane they had. Yeah... Maybe it wasn't a good idea to let them go alone.

The mission kind of went south. Their cover was blown and now they had to fight their way through the guards. Thankfully, there was no Vandal Savage and his kids, but there was Deathstroke.

Turns out, there was no actual intel. This was meant to be a trap for Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. Now that ticked (Y/N) off and he couldn't let it happen.

Absolutely not. Nobody threatens his family and just goes on with his business. And he had to settle a score after putting Nightwing out of action for months on end.

And even if he dies and this is the last thing he does, then so be it. Deathstroke didn't have any objections to (Y/N)'s plan. But the plan went tits up when (Y/N) got blown up to the next room. He hissed as he looked down to his stomach.

A shrapnel. A fucking shrapnel. He hissed as he took it out and took a syringe of something similar to the liquid from the Lazarus pit. He pressed the syringe into the wound, allowing the liquid to heal him.

It's a liquid only used in the emergency situations. (Y/N) lunged back at Deathstroke, taking advantage of the surprise. He managed to knock the bastard out. He was huffing at the dull pain, trying to block it out.

" Shit... " (Y/N) cursed, leaning down to rest his hands on his knees. It would all be fine if another bomb exploded, nearly knocking him out cold, but he was dancing on the edge.

He could hear a female and a male voice above him. He was blinking, trying to regain focus. He laughed as he saw their worried faces. They froze, looking at him worried.

" Why are you laughing? " Althea asked, worried beyond belief.

" Because you think a bomb can take me out. " (Y/N) said, laughing even more. When he calmed down, he took a deep breath and looked at the two.

" You two can help me up now. This was a trap for our parents instead. " (Y/N) said and James nodded.

" We know. Comms are always on. " James tried to joke as Althea and him pulled (Y/N) up.

" Our parents are going to kill us. " (Y/N) announced and the other two nodded.

" I don't know about you two, but I'm going to the plane, with or without you. " (Y/N) said and they agreed. The trio ran, just ready to get the hell out of here.

It was nice to see their parents, ready to fight for them. All 3 fussed about them, Bruce more than others. (Y/N) knew that they are going fight about rest when they come home. At one point, the trio started laughing out of nowhere and the OG trio looked worried. Some inwardly, some outwardly.

" What is going on? " Superman asked, looking around for some answers.

Nobody answered him.

After 2 months, they worked together again, but with their parents with them. It was a one completely 180 from their previous communication. The OG trio noticed a lot of similarities.

They were turning into their parents.

" Should we be worried? " Wonder Woman asked once, watching the footage from their last mission. It was just like them.

" I mean... Are we bad role models? " Superman asked out loud and Batman stayed quiet.

" No. But... You know, lets see where this goes. " Superman suggested. Bruce just pinched the bridge of his nose. May God help them.

[nawoken]

Ơ v Ơ

Thanks for liking my post guys, I appreciate it. So I will start spreading my mind when I don't have anything better to do from now on then.

Hm, today will be... a reader from Gravity Falls, who got transported into TWST world. Oh, reminds me of those good old days, when we still had a bunch of good-quality cartoons.

(T vT)

You can be a friend of Dipper and Mabel, who joined them on their trip to Gravity Falls. Or the town's resident, who has always known about this place's weirdness but most of the time, when you bring it up, no one actually believes you. You can even be the twins' sibling, or well... Lil Gideon's dogsbody (no one want this right?)... That's your choice.

I want to build a reader who has enough understanding of those mystery creatures so it's better if you have a few links with the main cast :")))

After the defeat of Bill Cipher, a few years went by in peace. Until one day you wake up in a whole different world that has magic. Great, it's cool, you're fine, nothing too bad yet, it can be worse, right? After all, you used to encounter many more strange things than this.

Maybe, after not being able to contact you for a long time, Dipper will realize your disappearance and find a way to help you. Or..., the headmage in front of you can do something like he said.

Nope, you're wrong, he is useless, that's what you realized after staying there for a while. That biscuit doesn't even care about finding a way back for you! So, you have to find another way while facing a bunch of other overblots.

You've never really told anyone else about stuff you used to face back in your world, mystery creatures, monsters, and a Dorito from different dimensions.

Mostly because when they asked why you can face all this "transport to another world" or "fighting some gooey inky monster" things so calmly. Or why did you act so aggressively about making a deal with Octoville Housewarden. You told them how you used to fight this triangle entity from different dimensions, that planned to destroy your world, but they would just brush it off or say that you have a wild imagination.

You feel a bit sad when it happens, but you get it. Some magicless people can fight off a Dream Demon that can control space, matter, and even time? That must be hard to believe. So you just let it be.

~~~

But, out of nowhere, mystery creatures start to appear around the Isle of Sages.

What do you mean you saw Gnomes with a red cap and blue outfit running around in the jungle? And there is a whole island that suddenly appeared overnight?! Some scientists tried to approach it and it arose from the river, appeared to be a freaking giant head?!

It's all too familiar to you. After all, you had gotten into a bunch of trouble with them during your stay at Gravity Falls. It must be that this island has some kind of connection with that town!

Then, you just have to find that connected point to open the dimensional portal, and come home, right? Maybe, the twins with their uncles will get to you before you even have to do all that.

So, you just acting like normal. But your friends don’t want that. Mostly Grim, Aduece, Epel, and Ortho when they took an interest in the mystery thing that recently appeared inside NRC. Jack and Sebek tried to protest, saying that it was stupid but got provoked by “Why? Are you scared?” from the others.

You got dragged in, mainly because you worry for them. Even when they have magic, you still have more experience with this than them. You don't have the Journals with you but you used to spend quite a lot of your time studying and understanding them alongside the Pines twins. So, you’ve memorized most of it, if not all.

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The moment your groups step into this strange part of the forest, with some big red mushrooms with dots and some floating shiny orbs come straight out of a fairytale. You know this is a "Gnome Forest".

Before you can get everyone out of this place to avoid meeting those creepy creatures that have an obsession with finding a Gnome queen. You see Jade, observing and taking note of the mushrooms.

Jade: What a pleasure meeting you guys here.

Deuce: J...Jade-senpai?! What are you doing here?

Ace: Ye, and where is Floyd, is he sneaking also around?!

Jade: Fufu... don't you think it a bit rude to ask questions without stating your reason for being here?

Jade: But, as you can see, I'm studying these delightful mushrooms. And, no, unfortunately, my brother isn't into this kind of thing so there's only me.

Jade: ... Then?

Epel: W...what? Oh, we're here for the mystery creatures that been lurking around.

Jade: Oh, from the rumors?

Epel: *Nod* Yes.

Ace: Hm, you must be here for a while, have you seen anything yet?

Jade: Sadly, no. However, I do hope that I can encounter one of those, Azul might take an interest in them (For business thingy, I guess). Hm,... do you mind if I join you guys?

Deuce: Uh, no...

Jade: Great! ^v^

(Okay, that is, I'm out of brain juice for that conversation. Hope that is not too Ooc (XvX))

You stood aside, looking around worriedly while Ace bickered with Deuce due to letting Jade join. Jack felt your restlessness, mistaken that you're scared so he tried to comfort you. Sebek saw it and loudly said something about how weak humans are.

That's when some shadows dash by, Jade, Jack, Ortho, and Sebek become more alert while the others are a bit startled. Grim screaming something about not wanting to be eaten and clinging onto Ace's face though.

Looking back and forth a few times just for you guys turned to Epel, and saw a Gnome right next to him with a flower in hand. You know that shoot, Jeff! And! seeing his action, you also realized what come next.

Epel: ...For me?

Jeff: Yes, for you, my... future queen! (I can't, this is too much, I'm dying)

Gotta say, your friends have a good laugh except for Epel, who looks about to explode and Jade has this amused smile. If not for how bad the situation actually is, you might laugh as well.

Y/N: Guys, we should go.

Jeff: WAIT!!! Let me introduce myself first, I'm Jeff, Gnomes' leader. And, we are looking for a new queen...blah blah... (sorry)

At some point, Epel blew up, and he started throwing spells and that's when they knew what Jeff meant by them. 1000 Gnomes running out from God know where merged into a huge Gnome then chased them after their fail attempt of fighting it.

Ace: WTF is that?!

Deuce: How can we fight it if it keep merging?!

Grim: Wroahhhh, It's so fast!

Ace: You should just accept their marriage proposal!

Epel: WHAT DID YOU SAID?!

Jack: Why did I agree with this...

Sebek: I KNOW THAT I SHOULDN'T LISTEN TO YOU GUYS!

Ortho: This is quite fun, isn't it?

Others: NO!

You are tired of running, Jade has already gone out of sight the moment that thing compiling. You tried to reach inside your backpack, you were prepared for this after all! Your dog whistles. You just need to find it from the pile of things you quickly stuffed into your bag.

Finally! You quickly told everyone to cover their ears, mostly for Jack and Sebek due to their sharp hearing, and blew the whistle. That giant Gnome started to fall apart, and those Gnomes quickly ran away, far from the noise that hurt their ears.

Ace: Uh... What was that?!

Epel: Prefect, h..how can you do it?!

Grim: Haha, good job my henchman, I know you can do it.

Y/N: Gnomes, they have enhanced hearing so they can't bear high-pitch noise.

Deuce: But, how did you know that? Did you read about it somewhere?

Ortho: I don't think so, I've scanned them and I don't find any research about those creatures. So, prefect, where do you study about it?

Jade: I also want to know. (^v^)

Sebek: Where are you coming from?!

Y/N: Guys, just calm down. About those creatures, of course, I know about them. It's from my world after all.

Others (minus Jade): What?!

Jade: Oh... that's really interesting.

Deuce: Why have you never told us this story?!

Y/N: *stared back at him unamused*

Ortho: Hm... I do remember they used to say something about fighting supernatural entities.

Ace: But, I thought that just some jokes!

Y/N: Well, now you know it not.

Epel: Wait, so you did fight those?!

Y/N: Yes.

Sebek: Hm, maybe you're not as weak as I think, human.

Jack: Is that why you're worrying then entire time?

Y/N: Yes, I just don't know how to warn you guys since you're not gonna believe me.

Others: Sorry...

It can be said that everything ends happily. You guys talked to Crowley and he has to start doing some research about your theory of the connection between Isle of Sages and Gravity Falls (Ramshakle dorm).

You become a storyteller for the first-year gang, Jade (he wants to know all the information), and you might not know but also Rook, who observed your groups from afar the day of the exploration. Telling them about those creatures that you've faced, the journals, the Pine twins, their uncles,... and even about Bill Cipher.

You tell them, they tell the others. The famous magicless Prefect used to fight paranormal and supernatural entities that have been lurking around lately?! Only your friends actually believe in it, but that's enough for you.

Until they started to find you for more information, so Ortho helped you create a blog to spread some, not every single of them though. Should start some business by solving mysterious things. Talked to Azul and he might help you, you used to help him so he wouldn't trick you with his deal,... right?

Well, who knows? You know quite clearly the consequence of making a deal without thinking right?

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EBIIL LIA COFBKA

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Why is it this long?! I just want to type something fun and spread some idea but then it turns into a whole ass rambling :')

I still have more for it, but I'm lazy, my brain might or might not die at this point and I can hear light, see noises... I should sleep but I'm hungry. :'))))

English is my second language so there might be some confusing things in my wording, let me know if you feel there is anything that needs to be corrected, thank you.

I also haven't had a chance to finish Gravity Falls' series and it also has been a while since the last time I saw it. I've tried my best to gain more information about it when wrote this but if I am wrong about something, please tell me.

Anyway, I might do part 2 for this if I'm in the mood. See ya!

Oh, Also, Idia found this CD. It's old, yes. But it's an old game CD! Might be worth a ton this day. But, most importantly, he wouldn't say no to ancient games. An otome game about dating a pink-haired high-school girl... (I changed her ending a bit I guess).