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Pairings: Steve Rogers x f!reader
Themes: Funny? and CUTE. STEVE BEING CUTE WHILE DRUNK.
Summary: Steve got wrecked by Thor's Asgardian Liquor and now he's stumbling under your balcony, reciting Shakepeare's Romeo and Juliet to you.
A/N: I stumbled over a prompt that I have long lost now and this was the fruit.
It was a perfectly quiet night, and you were unwinding on your balcony, half lost in thought, when the unmistakable sound of someone quoting Romeo and Juliet—or at least attempting to—echoed from below.
“O, she doth teach the torches to burn... so—hic—bright!”
Rolling your eyes, you assumed it was some drunk wandering the street. But then, in a voice far louder than necessary, the mystery romantic slurred, “It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night... like a rich jewel in... uh... someone’s ear!”
You sighed, trying to ignore it. But then there was a strange thunk against your temple—a small pebble had just bounced off your head.
“Ow!” you hissed, standing and scanning the area, annoyed—until you spotted Steve Rogers, lurching slightly, down below on the sidewalk.
You watched in amazement as he squinted up at you, attempting to focus and swaying on his feet like a flag in a strong breeze. He seemed to be mentally assembling the pieces of a big plan, his face all determination and zero sense. Another pebble tumbled out of his hand as he wobbled, barely avoiding tripping over his own feet in the process.
“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” he shouted, looking about as stable as a newborn giraffe on roller skates.
You blinked. “Steve... are you okay?”
Steve flung one arm into the air, as if delivering a grand declaration, nearly toppling backward. “It is the east, and Juliet is the... uhm... Juliet is... Juliet!” He thrust a hand forward, fingers spread wide, as if that added extra meaning. “And you—you—are...”
He paused, visibly struggling, his other hand braced against a streetlamp for support.
“A total mess?” you offered, eyebrows raised.
“A goddess!” he slurred, blinking up at you with the most sincere, lovelorn look you’d ever seen. “A bright angel!” he continued, pulling himself up, trying—and failing—to straighten his posture.
For a moment, he seemed to try and get a grip, but his feet betrayed him, and he ended up doing an awkward spin, arms windmilling, before stabilizing himself.
“Steve, how much have you had to drink?” you asked, starting to laugh despite yourself.
“Only... one cup,” he replied, attempting to measure out what he must’ve thought was a “tiny” amount with his fingers. But the gap between his thumb and forefinger was about the size of a baseball. “Well... one Asgardian... goblet.” He grinned up at you, eyes bright. “A small one!”
You tried to bite back a laugh as Steve clasped his hands over his heart, gazing up at you with tragic romance. “Deny thy father and refuse thy—thy name!” He paused, his forehead wrinkling in concentration. “Wait... did I—did I skip a part?”
“Just a few lines,” you teased. “You also hit me with a rock.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, frowning. He bent down, swayed, and then picked up a handful of pebbles. “Doth my lady forgive me?”
“Steve, don’t you dare throw those at me.”
He looked down at the pebbles in his hand, confused. Then, with an exaggerated wink, he tossed them aside like he’d just disposed of a dangerous weapon. “Not a pebble in sight!” He shot you a triumphant, lopsided smile.
“And why art thou—no, wait—why are you out here, Juliet?”
“I live here, Steve,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face. “You’re the one making a scene.”
But Steve only clasped his heart, looking utterly enchanted. “Oh, fair maiden... would you come down and—uh, wait... no. Would you let down your hair?” He stopped, perplexed. “No, wait, that’s... that’s Rapunzel.” He scratched his head, lost. “Same thing, right?”
With a sigh, you leaned over the balcony railing, looking down at him with a smirk. “Steve, you should probably get home before you accidentally wander into traffic or—”
But he suddenly looked up at you with the most determined expression you’d ever seen, his eyes glassy but oddly focused.
“Doth thou love me?” he cried, one hand raised in a fist of drunken valor. “Say it true, or I shall be...” he paused, struggling, “...a total disaster!”
You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. “Steve Rogers, get your tipsy Shakespearean self home!”
He beamed up at you, his goofy grin full of pure, unfiltered adoration. “Parting is such sweet... uh...” he faltered. “...sorrow?”
Steve, swaying dramatically, looked up at you with a sudden, steely determination that only a man in his state could manage. “If thou shall not come down… then I… I shall climb up!” He pointed to the fire escape, his face alight with misguided heroism.
“Steve, please don’t—”
But it was too late. He grabbed the bottom rung with a graceless, lurching motion, grinning up at you with sheer triumph. “I’m coming, my fair maiden!”
With all the poise of a baby deer, he hoisted himself up, grunting as he fumbled his way onto the next step. Each rung seemed to be a new, Herculean task as he struggled to stay upright, clutching the railings like his life depended on it. His foot slipped once, making him lurch sideways, but he shot you a reassuring thumbs-up, completely oblivious to the danger.
“Steve! You’re gonna hurt yourself! Seriously, get down!” you called, half horrified, half laughing.
“Fear not, my lady!” he slurred, clinging to the railing and taking a very, very slow step up. “I am... coming for you!”
As he ascended, he attempted another line from the play, fumbling it badly. “Uh… But soft! What... yonder... light and window... um... something?” He shot you a sheepish grin. “Hold on... almost... got it.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wobbling and mumbling fragments of Shakespeare, he reached your level on the fire escape. He extended a hand dramatically, nearly toppling over in the process, and declared, “I have arrived!”
You laughed, hands on your hips as he wobbled in front of you. “Steve, that was a lot more ‘Romeo in need of a medic’ than ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ You’re absolutely out of it.”
He blinked, swaying as he tried to focus on you. “I came for thee,” he said proudly, managing to stand up straight—though his grip on the railing suggested it was doing most of the work.
Steve, still gripping the railing for dear life, looked at you with a mischievous glint in his glassy eyes.
“Fair Juliet… couldst thou… come a bit closer?” He held out a hand, wiggling his fingers invitingly, his face lit with pure, drunken delight. “I have something… uh… very important to tell thee.”
You arched a skeptical brow. “Steve, I’m pretty sure you can say it from there.”
He squinted, trying to look tragic but only succeeding in looking adorably pouty. “Nay… ‘tis… a secret of the heart,” he slurred, placing a hand over his chest with a lopsided grin. “I must whisper it… so only thou can hear it.”
Rolling your eyes but grinning despite yourself, you leaned a little closer, watching as his gaze flicked from your face to your lips.
“Alright, Romeo, what’s this ‘secret of the heart?’” you asked, half-expecting him to spout more mangled Shakespeare.
But instead, as soon as you were close enough, Steve leaned forward, his hand sliding around the back of your neck, and he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, surprisingly gentle kiss from across the railing.
Caught off guard, you froze, feeling the warmth of his mouth against yours. Then, with a laugh bubbling up, you pulled back slightly, blinking in shock as he gave you a pleased, slightly dazed smile.
“There it is,” he whispered, eyes twinkling. “My secret… is that thou art… perfect.” His gaze softened, and he gave a dopey smile. “And... very kissable.”
You shook your head, laughing. “Alright, Romeo. That was smooth—but I think it’s time to get you inside before you ‘heroically’ declare your love to the whole neighborhood.”
He grinned, still clutching the railing, looking like he’d just conquered the world. “Only for thee,” he slurred, leaning into your touch as you helped him down, his expression dreamy. “Only... ever for thee.”
Just as you were helping Steve down from the fire escape, a voice floated up from the street below.
“Steve! Where the hell are you?” It was Bucky, sounding frustrated and more than a little exasperated. You could see him pacing the sidewalk, looking around like he was on some kind of ridiculous rescue mission.
Steve’s eyes widened, and he pressed a finger to his lips, eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked at you.
“Shhh!” he whispered, grinning like a kid playing hide-and-seek. His attempt at silence was immediately betrayed by a giggle that escaped his mouth, and he put both hands over his lips, eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Steve, I know you’re around here somewhere! Get down here before you fall off something,” Bucky called out, still searching.
Steve, in a fit of tipsy brilliance, looked at you with a conspiratorial smirk and pointed toward your open window beside the balcony. Without a word, he started squeezing himself through, contorting like he thought he could make himself invisible in the process.
“Steve, what are you doing?” you whispered, half-laughing, as he awkwardly wedged his shoulders into the window, one leg hanging out, struggling like he was trying to sneak into a bank vault. He gestured wildly for you to help, but his clumsy movement only made him even more noticeable.
He leaned forward, eyes wide, and whispered, “Shhh! The enemy approaches!” He stifled another giggle, clearly thinking this was the funniest thing in the world.
Just then, Bucky looked up, and Steve flailed dramatically, accidentally bumping his head against the window frame with a muted “ow,” then snorted, laughing harder. He pressed his finger over his mouth again, hushing you through breathy laughter.
“What the…” Bucky stared, his gaze following Steve’s ridiculous pose as he tried to disappear through your window, half-in and half-out, his other leg kicking as he tried to haul himself through.
“Hey!” Bucky called, hands on his hips. “Rogers, get down here. Right now.”
Steve froze, peeking over the window frame like a deer caught in headlights, then gave you a pleading look, as if you were his partner in crime.
“Shh! The man downstairs… he cannot know I’m here,” Steve slurred dramatically, squinting as if Bucky were some kind of Shakespearean villain.
You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Bucky’s eyes narrowed.
“Steve, you’re on the fire escape, not a secret lair. Get down before you fall off and end up in the hospital.”
Steve waved a dismissive hand, a drowsy, lopsided grin on his face. “I’m in safe hands, Bucky! I have my fair maiden to protect me,” he announced proudly, glancing at you with such conviction that you had to stifle your laughter again.
Bucky groaned, his exasperation palpable as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, you’ve got one minute to say goodbye to your ‘fair maiden,’ then you’re coming with me,” he called, crossing his arms.
Steve turned back to you with a goofy grin, still wedged halfway through the window.
“Didst thou hear that?” he whispered in a loud stage voice, pointing at Bucky. “The villain gives us but one more minute. But it shall be a glorious minute!”
You rolled your eyes, pushing him gently. “Alright, Romeo. Time to head home.”
With one last dramatic sigh, he extracted himself from your window, blew you a clumsy, theatrical kiss, and began his wobbly descent down the fire escape. As Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulder, trying to steer him down the street, Steve spun around, clutching Bucky’s arm like he was clinging to the last lifeboat on a sinking ship.
“Unhand me, Mercutio!” Steve cried, throwing his other arm up with all the grandeur of a Shakespearean actor. “Thou art but a hindrance to my love! Dost thou not know I’m with Juliet?”
Bucky froze, staring at Steve in complete disbelief. “What did you just call me?” His expression was halfway between horrified and annoyed, eyebrows knitted in utter confusion.
Steve pulled himself up, looking deeply wounded, his hand over his heart.
“Mercutio!” he slurred dramatically, pointing a shaky finger at Bucky. “You are the friend that doth betray me! I shall not be parted from my love!”
Bucky blinked, visibly trying to process this. “Mercutio? Steve, what the—” He looked up at you, helplessly gesturing at Steve. “I’m Mercutio now?”
Steve waved a dismissive hand. “Alas, yes, for you wouldst steal me away from my Juliet,” he said, glaring with the most intense puppy eyes you’d ever seen.
“Steve, I’m not Mercutio,” Bucky groaned, looking over at you as if hoping you could talk some sense into him. “You are absolutely out of your mind.”
But Steve seemed lost in his own world. He placed a hand over his heart, gazing longingly up at you again.
“Juliet,” he called to you, his voice full of melodrama. “Mercutio hath come to tear us asunder.”
Bucky’s face scrunched up in pure irritation. “Steve, I’m trying to get you home before you fall flat on your face. You’re gonna thank me in the morning.”
Steve shook his head, looking at Bucky like he was the ultimate betrayer. “Mercutio… thou art a traitor,” he declared, voice wobbling with fake tragedy.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “I swear, if you call me Mercutio one more time—”
“Mercutio!” Steve interrupted, leaning against him dramatically. “Wouldst thou poison my love? Dost thou come between us to ruin the most beautiful thing?”
Bucky let out a defeated sigh, looking over at you with an expression that screamed, Help me. “Your ‘Mercutio’ is about to drag you home, Rogers.”
But Steve just shook his head again, mumbling about “betrayal” and “unhand me, knave,” as Bucky steered him away, calling one last time over his shoulder to you, “Fear not, Juliet! I shall return! Mercutio’s treachery shall not prevail!”
You stifled a laugh as Bucky, looking thoroughly done with it all, muttered to himself, “Mercutio… unbelievable.” He gave you one final, apologetic look as Steve continued to mumble protests about “Mercutio’s interference,” until they finally disappeared down the street, Bucky still muttering, “I’m not Mercutio.”
Tags: @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @strawberrybisou @alyana-luvs-u
Warnings - Mild Hate Sex, Unprotected Sex, Soft Teasing (receiving)
Rating - Explicit
Song Choice - The Party & The After Party (The Weeknd)
A/N - Hey… IK ITS BEEN AWHILE BUT LISTEN !! I’ll try to be more active, maybe I’ll redeem myself for this years Kinktober but who knows.. For now enjoy this luh Drabble, they’ll be more soon 🙏🏾
Arrogant couldn’t begin to describe Eren Jaeger—So full of himself he couldn’t bear to express his feelings in a healthy way.
You hated every aspect of him; how he presented himself as if he were higher than everyone in any room he stood in, the demeaning tone he spoke to you in as if you were stupid, those sly touches he took whenever the opportunity presented itself; above all, you hated how he made you feel.
How you could feel your thighs tightly closing in on eachother whenever he spoke to you in that degrading tone, how those sly touches would always leave you aching for more, that heated feeling in your core whenever you could feel those emerald eyes piercing you from across the party.
There was no one in the world you “hated” more than Eren Jaeger, yet there was no one else who caught your attention like he did.
Banter was apart of your daily routine, so why tonight did he have to go and ruin it?approaching you out of anyone else the party, those burning eyes staring you down as he offered you a drink from a red solo-cup before speaking with that sultry silver tongue of his.
-
Rough hands gripped and slapped at your ass while the other worked at your tight bundle of nerves as Eren delivered slow, damn near teasing strokes from behind.
You could practically feel that idiotic smirk on his face as he leaned in, whispering twisted words of assurance in your ear, taking in the saccharine sounds of your choked down moans as he worked his slender fingers along your clit.
“C’mon Y/N, think you can handle a bit more for me?”, his voice was low, almost mocking as he spoke—leaning back to deliver another smack to your ass as he sped up his strokes.
Soon gasping and tilting his head back at the feeling of you tensing up around him as you hissed through your teeth at the sting, slender fingers shivering against your hood.
“Fuck..I should’ve done this sooner.”, he choked out as he rammed his pointed tip against your cervix, losing himself in the sweet sound of your high-pitched moans and the enamoring pearly coat of your slick against his shaft.
Your body shivered at his touch, you hated him more than anything, but now your body needed him more than the air he took from your lungs with every greedy stroke he made.
You could feel him twitch inside your cunt as his strokes faltered and his grip tightened—brown locks sticking to his forehead as he groaned curses of your name.
Curses that soon became praises of how good you felt around him, how much he needed you, faint “I love you’s” leaving his lips like a mantra—you could feel the tightly knit knot in your lower stomach fall undone as he leaned in pulled you closer to him.
Removing his hand from your bundle of nerves and intertwining it with yours, tightly grasping it as he felt your warmth clenching tightly around him.
Opalescent cum spilling onto his cock, drooling down his thighs—he couldn’t help but soon follow at the euphoric feeling.
Pulling out, leaving that pointed tip teasing at your cunt before quickly ramming it back in, a sharp gasp leaving his lips at the relief.
Warm, sticky cum coated your insides, your legs shook at the feeling—moaning out his name as you tightly squeezed his hand.
Both of your pants filled the room as he pulled out and removed his opposing hand from your ass, you fell limp into his bed, turning your head around to take in the sight of him.
Long, brown locks stuck to his forehead as he caught his breath, a faint rosy tint of pink coating his cheeks, those piercing emerald eyes turning soft at the sight of your hole dripping with his seed.
You hated Eren Jeager more than anything, but now, you loved him more than ever.
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DAY 1: Shoto Todoroki (Somnphilia)
DAY 3: Giyuu Tomioka (Intoxication)
DAY 5: Illumi Zoldyck (Bondage)
DAY 7: Sanemi Shinazugawa (Breeding)
DAY 9: Bakugou Katsuki (Lingerie)
DAY 11: Sasuke Uchiha (Edging)
DAY 13: Chrollo Lucilfer (Throat training)
DAY 15: Kakashi Hatake (Cock warming)
DAY 17: Kenma Kozume (First time)
DAY 19: Hawks (Dry Humping)
DAY 21: Chuuya Nakahara (Office sex)
DAY 23: Izana Kurokawa (Motorcycle Sex)
DAY 25: Tsukishima Kei (Oral - m!receiving)
DAY 27: Jinshi (Oral - f!receiving)
DAY 29: Dabi (Corruption)
DAY 31: Draken + Mikey (Threesome + Play fighting)
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A/N - I REALLY got lost in the sauce for this one so it’s definitely on the longer side of my Kinktober works, but I would love to turn this into a full fic after Kinktober <3
“I..I think I’m finally ready, Y/N.”
His words were barely above a mere mumble as he uttered them against your lips between soft, breathy pants.
You thought your ears deceived you, pulling away from the deep kiss you two shared just to make sure you heard him right.
“Are you really sure you’re ready, Baby?” your eyes never leaving his, scanning them through his slightly fogged lenses for any hint of hesitance.
“I think so..” his voice riddled with a slight nervousness as he spoke, cheeks tinted a rosy pink that softly spread across the bridge of his nose.
You could tell he was more nervous about your reaction to his words than the action behind them—you were his girlfriend of four, soon to be five, months and undeniably one of the closest people to him, next to his close-knit friend group.
Before you, the poor boy hadn’t had as much as his first kiss, despite him being a sophomore in college he had little to no experience; thankfully, you didn’t mind as much as he imagined you would, you surely didn’t tease him about it like his friends did.
You taught him how to properly kiss a few months back, which was quicker than you both thought it would be. You knew Armin still had his virginity, and you didn’t mind waiting until he was ready to lose it—you just weren’t expecting to hear it now.
—
Armin layed against the bed and in nothing but his boxers; you had comfortably nestled yourself between his legs, wearing nothing but your panties and bra—one of your hands resting on the side of his abdomen as the other gently strokes over his concealed, hardened member.
No one has ever touched him the way you did, Armin felt like a degenerate getting this bothered by a touch as gentle as yours—soaking pre-cum into his boxers as he lets out quiet whines and sighs from your touch.
You knew Armin’s size was above average, you’ve felt it nudge against your clothed cunt countless times whenever you straddled his lap while making out, each time shocking you more than the last.
Your eyes met his glossed over ones as you pawed at his boxers; his face flushed and riddled with desperation, ocean blue eyes locked on you and your hand as it teased him through his boxers.
“You sure you’re ready for this, Love? We can wait as long as you want, there’s no rush-”
“No..fuck, I-I want this..I want you..” his voice already laced with that adorably needy tone you would die for.
You loved seeing him pathetically flustered like this, your lips contorted into a faint smirk as you chose your next words.
“You want me to do what exactly? C’mon, use your words, Armin.” One of your hands going from pawing at his clothed cock to trailing up to ghost over the side of his lower abdomen.
Armin let out a weak whimper at the absence of your hand over his member; the tone of your voice was innocent, but he couldn’t help but twitch in his boxers at the sound of you calling his name with such lustful intent.
“Please, Y/N..Gods, please ruin me.” He stammered out, blue eyes struggling to keep in contact with yours as he further tangled his hands into the sheets.
Your hand trailed back down to his boxers, toying with the elastic of the waistband.
“See that wasn’t so hard was it, hm?”
—
The room was filled with the sloppy sound of your hand hastily pumping Armin’s drooling cock, alternating from quick strokes to agonizingly slow ones just to feel him writhe beneath you.
“God, Armin, you can’t possibly be this pathetic.” You’ve never been the type to tease your poor boyfriend, but now you couldn’t help it—especially when he’s ruined your hand at least 3 times in the span of 5 minutes.
You slowed down your rhythmic strokes as you propped yourself on your knees and lined his head to your entrance; slowly sinking yourself down onto his member with a stifled moan.
Armin couldn’t help but hiss through gritted teeth as you steadily took him into your needy cunt; you were just so tight, your soaked warmth squeezing his overly sensitive cock back in with every teasingly slow motion of your hips.
Your hands resting on his chest as you guided yourself along his length, eyes promptly fluttering shut whenever his tip easily drug along that certain spongy spot.
He hesitantly placed his shaky hands on your hips as he helped you, mind hazing itself over as he felt that familiar coil in his lower stomach tightening at the feeling of your needy cunt around him.
Armin hit the spot that made you easily go cross-eyed with every tender thrust, high-pitched moans pouring from your lips as you grew closer to your own upcoming orgasm.
Your clouded half-lidded eyes meeting your boyfriend once more; blonde bangs gently sticking to his forehead as his blown out ocean eyes locked onto where your greedy cunt and his aching cock met.
You could feel your high come to a climax as you rode your boyfriend, nails digging into his chest as you cried out mewls and curses of his name as you came, your slick coating his shaft as your cunt clasped around him.
Armin’s own high soon coming to a peak as your warmth tightly took him into deeper as it coated him in your slick, tears peppering on the outer corners of his eyes as he came, babbling apologies of how he should’ve warned you or pulled out before cumming.
Soon shutting up as you leaned in, meeting his lips to yours and swallowing the gasp he let out as you gave him a few short kisses before soothing and praising him for his amazing work tonight.
Idk if it’s a mix of Nerdmin trending on tt, me getting back into aot, or the inner freak inside of me coming back out of hiding bcuz I like REALLY wanna write more for collegeau!armin 💔💔💔 my creative juices have yet to flow tho so send some reqs
switch!yamato who goes entirely off of your mood, happy to fulfill you whatever way he can.
switch!yamato who’s got a knack for pain- giving and receiving. light smacks and paps for you, against your pretty little face, against your sopping cunt, voice lowering a couple octaves when you twitch at his light airy swats.
switch!yamato who takes more than he dishes out. who grabs your wrist and hits himself with it to show you how much he can take. who’ll beg for it, “fuck- hit me. need you ta hit me.”
switch!yamato with a humble taste for restraint. who works for weeks perfecting a soft twine wood art for your delicate wrists, because in his mind that’s the safest option for you. he let’s you use whatever you want on him because he knows he’s strong enough to snap whatever it may be apart if he really wanted to. even when you’re taking the lead, you’re still his princess.
switch!yamato who lets all his inhibitions go with you. who could never brat. who shamelessly begs and requests things of you when you’re in control.
Summary Yamato often makes a face to scare his students, but accidentally ends up showing it to you
Being a jounin has its advantages, but also many responsibilities. And one of those responsibilities included dealing with a certain boyfriend who took a strange pleasure in scaring others.
You and Tenzo - or rather Yamato, as everyone has started calling since Kakashi was replaced as leader of the new Team 7 - have been together since your ANBU days. You started dating amidst the secret missions and dangers of ninja life, where showing feelings was complicated, but not impossible.
When Tsunade appointed him as the new leader of Naruto, Sakura and Sai, you already knew that his leadership style would be different from Kakashi’s. Naruto himself went on a mission with Sakura recently, commented on how Yamato had a... peculiar method of keeping the team under control.
“He makes a scary face!” Naruto complained, crossing his arms. “Out of nowhere, he gets serious and looks like he's going to turn me into a tree if I step out of line!”
You sighed. Of course he did. Your boyfriend loved to put fear into others when he wanted them to obey. You even found it funny, as long as the expression was directed at others.
But then came that day.
You decided to pay a visit to the training camp where Naruto was developing his new jutsu, the Futon: Rasenshuriken. It was a typical day in Konoha, and you just wanted to see how things were going.
When he arrived at the training ground, he found Kakashi sitting under a tree, reading his book with a bored look on his face, while Naruto was sweating trying to shape his chakra correctly. Yamato, as always, was supervising everything with that calm characteristic of his.
“Hey, am I in the way?” you asked as you approached.
“Y/N!” Naruto waved excitedly. "Good timing! Are you going to tell Yamato-sensei to stop threatening me with that weird face?"
Before you could laugh and reply, Yamato turned to you… and made exactly that face.
The dark expression, the intense gaze, the atmosphere around him darkening as if hell itself was about to open up. The same look that made genins break out in a cold sweat and shut up even Naruto.
Directly. To. You.
Silence settled over the training camp.
And then you reacted.
His fist met Yamato's face before anyone could process what had happened. The impact was so strong that he flew backwards, rolling a few times before falling to the ground, dazed.
'Don't make that face at me!" you squawked, your hand still clenched in a threatening fist.
Kakashi looked at Yamato on the ground and then at you, blinking slowly before turning another page in his book.
"I saw that happening before it even happened," he muttered, without taking his eyes off his reading.
"Ahhh! That was EPIC!" Naruto laughed out loud, pointing at the fallen Yamato. "That was the BEST thing that's happened this month!"
Sakura held back a laugh, and even Sai smiled slightly, although he still seemed uncertain how he felt about it.
Yamato, for his part, put his hand to his face, massaging the cheek where your punch had hit. He looked at you, his eyes still wide with shock.
'You… punched me." he said, as if he still hadn't fully processed it.
"You made that face at ME!" you repeated, still furious. "I put up with it when you do it to other
people, but NOT to me!"
He opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it, clearly pondering the situation. Finally, he let out a sigh and stood up, dusting off his uniform.
"Right, right… it was a reflex. I didn't mean to do that to you." He raised his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, love."
You crossed your arms, still unconvinced, but your anger was already beginning to subside. Naruto was still laughing in the background, while Kakashi turned his attention back to the book, completely uninterested in the situation.
"I hope it doesn't happen again," you warned, pointing an accusing finger at Yamato.
He smiled nervously, a little pale.
"I promise."
"HAH! Yamato-sensei, you're scared!" Naruto laughed even louder. "That's a MIRACLE!"
Yamato glared at Naruto, who immediately swallowed his laughter and went back to training.
You rolled your eyes and approached your boyfriend, who still looked a little shaken.
"You're going to get a bruise on your face." you commented, watching the mark forming.
"Yeah…" he sighed. "But considering I was punched by my own girlfriend, I think I deserve it."
You smiled.
"Yes, you do."
Yamato let out a muffled laugh and finally relaxed.
WARNING !! : age-gap (23 and 51), fingering, pet names, cursing, smut ofc lolz, cum eating, jiraiya being a warning himself. lemme know if i missed anything!
Summary : jiraiya has never had any issues when it comes to women (that he likes to think of), until he meets you. is it possible to get someone as stubborn as you into bed with him?
A/N : eeeee!!! i'm so happy to finally write for my love jiraiya! we want a part 2?? (๑>◡<๑)
womanizer!jiraiya who stops at a random town during his long and exhausting journey to finally take a break. he deserves a good nights rest, savory food, and of course finding a pretty prize to take back to his hotel room and please.
womanizer!jiraiya who the very next day, comes across you admiring the flowers at a small nextdoor floral shop. even from afar he can make out the features of your face that make you an absolutely breathtaking sight.
womanizer!jiraiya who decides to be brave and approach you, expecting nothing less than what he usually receives. and when he finally gets close enough to smell your perfume (which only makes him want you more once he gets whiff), he's stuttering back on his words from how nervous you seem to make him with just your looks alone. "what brings a lovely lady like you around here?"
womanizer!jiraiya who is beyond shocked when you only shoot him a mean glare and walk away without so much as a second glance. and don't get him wrong, he hates to see you go, but damn does he love to watch you walk away.
womanizer!jiraiya who finds that women normally come to him like bees drawn to honey. he's one of the legendary sannin after all, a heroic man like him usually suits well with the ladies. so how come a gorgeous woman such as yourself seem to find no attraction to him?
womanizer!jiraiya who wonders if you just like the chasing game. that's fine— he doesn't mind playing the part if it's what gets you going.
womanizer!jiraiya who unintentionally happens to appear wherever shop you look around at next, offering to pay for anything you planned on getting all in agreement you gave him one chance. and if not that, at the very least a conversation.
womanizer!jiraiya who soon begins to realize that perhaps you just don't like him. he'd done nothing but show you kindness, consideration, and respect. so why did you insist on giving him zero effort in return for his?
womanizer!jiraiya who finally accepts his fate and heads back to his hotel room, dumped— but still looking forward to one last night of rest before he's back on the road by morning.
womanizer!jiraiya who on his walk there hears small commotion coming from a nearby alleyway that catches his attention. it isn't until he peaks around the corner to find you surrounded by a couple of punks does he interfere.
womanizer!jiraiya who interrupts their harassment with a couple of basic jutsu that sends low life's like them running in less than 5 minutes. although the pale look on your face is one he'd never thought he'd see, considering how unbothered you seemed to be earlier.
womanizer!jiraiya who checks on you with a warm smile, despite you turning him down harshly the whole day. "don't even worry about it, sweetheart!" he promises, "you sure you're alright?"
womanizer!jiraiya who watches as you bow out of thanks with your hands tucked tightly at your sides, face flushed with embarrassment as you assure him you were okay. and disgustingly enough, he can't help but wonder how you'd look bent over a desk with your legs spread wide, begging for him to fill you.
womanizer!jiraiya who is just about to turn around and leave before you're pulling him back by his wrist. "let me repay you, mister– uh.." you stumble for his name, biting your bottom lip as if internally cursing yourself for how stupid you may appear by now.
womanizer!jiraiya who only smirks at your struggle, finding this new side of you rather intriguing. "jiraiya, kiddo. you can call me jiraiya." and when you do, he curses himself for how good it sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours.
womanizer!jiraiya who can hardly contain his excitement when you ask him to take you back to wherever he's staying so you can uphold your offer. no matter how cool he attempts to play it off as, his entire body gets hot at the imagination of what might happen.
womanizer!jiraiya who you shortly end up making out with in his room like theres no tomorrow. tongues exploring each others mouth sloppily, though neither of you complain when the feeling is euphoric.
womanizer!jiraiya who has his lips and body glued to yours as he lays you onto the bed, mattress dipping from the sudden weight. when he separates his mouth from yours and pulls back, the sight of you perfectly spread out for him has his cock aching.
womanizer!jiraiya who doesn't waste any time pulling your panties down and plunging a thick finger into your soaked cunt. he watches as you throw your head back in pleasure, lips parting open to release a sharp gasp. "so you really are into me, huh? surely you're wet enough to take a little more."
womanizer!jiraiya who stands by his word, adding in another finger to stretch your walls out. you moan his name aloud when he pumps his digits mercilessly. he could see with your already fucked-out face, that you'd reach your orgasm sooner than expected.
womanizer!jiraiya who takes your breathless whimpers as a sign and leans down to kiss you roughly, fingers never halting.
womanizer!jiraiya who has you caged beneath him on top of the bed, large chest rising and falling in sync with yours. the sound of your pussy squelching with each push is enough to send him over the rails as well.
womanizer!jiraiya who curls his fingers just in time, eyes opening to watch the beautiful scrunched-up face you make reaching your high. "there we go— shit, baby." he grunts, slowing down his pace. "good fucking girl."
womanizer!jiraiya who pulls his fingers out with your cum dripping off, quickly pushing them into his mouth to taste you. he closes his eyes and moans at how surprisingly sweet you are, not wasting a single drop as he cleans off your juices.
womanizer!jiraiya who think it's only fair if you see how delicious you are for yourself. pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a small "pop!", he grins before looking at you. "you wanna taste of both of us? c'mon, open up for me, pretty."
womanizer!jiraiya who presses his wet fingers to the plush of your lips, slowly pushing through as your warm mouth welcomes him happily. he analyzes how your glossy eyes look at him dazed, accepting him to fully control your body.
womanizer!jiraiya who groans and clenches his jaw when your tongue roams his two digits, watching with fascination as you lick up all that remains.
womanizer!jiraiya who feels his cock twitch with need in his pants, begging for any sort of friction. he grabs your hand and guides it onto his bulge, letting you fully grasp what he has in store for you. "you know what you do to me, kid?" his gaze meets with yours, and he smirks. "i'm dying to fuck you right now."
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After a long date at one of your favourite restaurants, you two now rest all snuggled up with each other, his arms tightly secured around your figure while trailing soft kisses all over your neck. A sigh of content leaves your mouth, humming as a deep peace flourishes inside of your chest.
"That food was really good, baby," you say, fingers threading through his hair, a groan of satisfaction muffling against your skin. "You feelin' me? It was so..."
Looking down, you notice how he's stop pressing kisses to you and see how his chin is now propped above your breasts, a seductive glint in his eye. Before you could even question his behaviour, his lips part to speak, "Oh yeah? Well, baby I'm going to be feeling you up all night," he grins, moving to press a hot, wet kiss below your jaw.
"Sorry!?" you exclaimed, shock evident on your features, jaw to the floor at the sudden turn of conversation.
A hum rumbles from his mouth. "What?" he asks, completely oblivious to what he had just stated moments before.
You love your out of pocket man.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 :: Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji, Kakashi Hatake, Shidou Ryusei, Oliver Aiku, Chuuya Nakahara, Potentially Dabi??, Keigo Tamaki (hawks), Bakugou Katsuki + more and all you favs !!
CREATING THIS VIDEO FELT SO GOODDD.... of all the old obey me art, THIS ONE WAS THE HUGE TURNING POINT LMAO!!!
This was made as a demo for how i'd create animated skits at the time! of course this was the only animated video i could muster to do procrastination is a bitch ASDFGDFGHJK
I made everything in the video (art, animation, the background music & voice fx) except for the Beelzebub's hand sfx (this was the audio used for it!!).
Warnings - Dry Humping, Teasing, Belphegor being a little shit, mentions of oral (Reciving)
Rating - Explicit
Song Choice - Wet Dreams (Odetari)
Belphegor held you in his arms as a cool draft blew through the attic, windy weather such as tonight wasn’t usual for the Devildom but it always brought the perfect excuses.
“How do you expect me to sleep alone in weather like this?” Being tonight’s choice, which worked in his favor—you two snuggled close together in the attic bed, bodies pressed flush against each other as you “watched” a movie.
Belphegor’s arms lazily wrapped around your waist as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, your addictive scent flooding his nose as he faintly panted against the shell of your ear.
What started out as a seemingly innocent cuddle session was disrupted by the feeling of your ass grinding against his half-hard member; the feeling leading him to curse through gritted teeth.
Your body shifted against his, whines and faint moans under your breath could be heard over the almost silent sound of the movie playing in the background.
Belphegor lowered his hands, slithering them down your waist to where your sleep shorts perfectly hiked up your hips, fastening the grip he held on you just to match his slower, lazier movements.
“I’m not going anywhere, MC, slow down.” his voice low, tinted with that drowsy tone he always wore.
Belphegor was always a tease, some nights more than others; snarky remarks during the moment was expected with him, but never did he deprive you of stimulation like he did tonight.
The torturously slow movements of his hips as his thigh propped itself between yours, steadily teasing against your heat, hitched breaths and quiet groans hitting the shell of your ear whenever you attempted to set your own, quicker pace—only to be met with his nails digging themselves further into your plush hips.
You couldn’t remember how long this little game has been going on, the almost ghost stimulation his thigh propped between yours gave sending sparks through your core as his thigh grew slicker with your arousal with every drawn-out gesture of his.
Whimpers of his name effortlessly fell from your lips as your heavy eyes struggled to stay open; the idea of ruining yourself on his thigh from the minimal stimulation you received was almost humiliating, but it didn’t stop you from chasing your high to your best ability.
“S-stop teasing, Belphie…M’ close..” breathing out your words between needy pants as your hands placed themselves over his.
Belphegor sighed, his movements taking a halt at your words, you couldn’t help but choke down a groan at the absence of stimulation; Belphegor messily propping himself between your legs, taking in your lustful, weary expression before trailing his eyes down your body.
His hand slowly creeping up your plush thighs before meeting the hem of your sleep shorts, his eyes focusing on the arousal-soaked fabric of the crotch area; imagination running wild as he pictured just how soaked your underwear would be, if you were wearing any.
“Such a needy human, hm? It’s almost pathetic to see.” His teasing added onto the tightness in your core, you couldn’t help but advert his face and cover yours with your arm.
Usually you have a remark to his teases, but now your mind was blank; too clouded with desire to think of anything other than cumming on his tongue and coating his face in your arousal.
“No response this time? That’s no fun..” his fingers tracing the hem of your sleep shorts, you couldn’t help but softly huff out in annoyance.
It wasn’t hard to imagine the smug smirk Belphegor wore as he spoke, “Use your words, Human, otherwise I can’t help you.”
Your cheeks were flushed, voice shaky as your hazed eyes met his heated gaze, “Fuck..Please, Belphie stop teasing already, I need you..” Your voice riddled with desperation, hands gripping the sheets at your sides.
Belphegor let out a content breathe as he turned his eyes back to the deepening pool arousal soaking into your shorts, “I know you could do better..but I’ll accept it, Love”
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Warnings - One Night Stand, Oral (F!Receiving, Soft Teasing
Song Choice - Lust for Life (Lana Del Rey)
Quick hookups were never your thing, as if they were anyone’s.
You hated the shitty motels, the multiple orgasms you had to fake just to satisfy your temporary partners lustful needs, and most of all how they always left you feeling used and belittled afterwards.
The only reason you agreed to this one being his mastered art of persuasion, although, his looks did catch your attention.
Tall, Muscular figure, wild, white hair, red markings extending down from his eyes—he was far from ugly, attractive-even for a man who appeared to be in his 50’s.
But it wasn’t his looks that lead you to where you were now, it was that damned, silver tongue of his. The way he knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost as if he could read your every thought just by a facial expression or the smallest change body language.
He frequented your go-to bar, starting conversation, buying a few rounds of drinks, and always ending the night with the same question of “How about I take you out, somewhere with more privacy?”, which you always denied.
It wasn’t a surprise that he wanted a quick fuck, but what did surprise you was his reaction—always laughing your denial off before saying “there’s always time to change your mind, Doll”
With him you weren’t met with the same ego-bruised assholes who insulted you whenever you denied them a chance, instead you were still given the same kindness you were greeted with.
That’s what made you cave into his perverted advances, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t more than pleased about decision.
—
Silk sheets stuck to your back as your head fell to the pillow, hands gripping and tangling themselves into the sheets as you abruptly caught your breath.
You swore you could saw stars whenever he flicked his tongue against your sensitive bud.
His eyes never left your face as he ate you out, eyes analyzing your expression for any hint of discomfort only to be met with your clouded look of arousal. You could feel that devilish smirk against your heat as he tore out a strangled moan from you—vibrations falling from his lips and going straight to your core as he teased you.
“All talk, huh? You’re more sensitive than I thought.” His voice low as he spoke, almost as if he did it with the intention of having you needingly grind against his face at the tremor his words sent throughout your body.
The heat building in your lower stomach kindled from his words, your upcoming orgasm inching itself closer as he worked his skillful tongue on your cunt.
As much as you’d hate to admit, you needed him; the man you’ve been denying for weeks presented you with the best oral you’ve had in years.
He read you like a book, he knew exactly where to flick, where to lick, what to say to feel you clench around his fingers with a whiny moan—he played you like the sweetest song known to man and it made you regret not agreeing to his advances sooner.
Your thighs quivered in his grasp as you came, tears stippled the inner corner of your eyes as they forcefully shut; it wasn’t the first of tonight nor would it have been the last, but god you knew it would’ve been the hardest.
