I Kinda Wanna Write A Fanfiction About Felix But I Don’t Have Any Ideas So If Anyone Wants To Leave

BTS

-Namjoon

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-Seokjin

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-Yoongi

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-Hoseok

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-Jimin

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-Taehyung

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-Jungkook

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please ignore all my random shit posting, im trying to get my masterlist in order :)

HunterxHunter

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Jaehyun Headcanons/appreciations

sfw:

one i would just really like to say that i really love this man

okay so i feel like jaehyun is very big on cuddling and honestly can’t be mad at him

i feel like no matter what the man just wants to hold you

having cramps? he’s there to hold you and rub your stomach

had a bad day? he’s there

need to vent? he’s there to listen and will hold you the whole time

i feel like he wouldn’t care if you’re shorter, taller, or even the same height because he will hold you no matter what

sometimes i think about how he said that if he wasn’t an idol that he would be a dad

and then seeing him around kids bruh

like ahhhhh i love this man so much

i could go on for days with this

and don’t even get me started on how pretty he is

like he’s just so perfect and anyone who disagrees is wrong😐

and i am a firm believer that jaehyun is the sweetest freaking dude

like most times he looks very angry(or high) but like when he looks soft he just looks to pretty

and when his hair isn’t slicked back AHHHHHHH

like i don’t get how people can’t love him

he’s just so cool

definitely has to be one of my ults

in conclusion jaehyun is the best man ever :)

masterlist

EXO

-Suho

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-Xiumin 

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-Chanyeol

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-Sehun

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-D.O.

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-Baekhyun

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-Kai

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-Lay 

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-Chen

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Fukurodani

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Consequences

Part 2 of Caught - Steve Harrington Smut, Hopper! Reader

Summary: Your father, the Chief of Police, caught you and your secret boyfriend out in the middle the night screwing in his BMW. By pure dumb luck, he doesn’t bother to check the identity of the mystery girl huddled in Steve Harrington’s lap with her face concealed. You get away- just barely, but will you be able to keep your relationship secret for much longer?

A/N: Thanks for all the love for Part 1. Hope you all enjoy the follow up. Please reblog and comment, it really helps me out!

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, descriptions of lewd photographs, mentions of reckless driving(please don’t)P in V sex, unprotected sex(please don’t), cream pie.

Characters are 18-19(referred to as teens below)

Not proofread

Wordcount:3K

A week and a half had gone by since your close call with your father. You’d found it hard to look at him the first couple of days back home and of course, he’d noticed but never would have guessed the real reason why. To him, it was so beyond the realm of possibilities. Jim Hopper’s daughter, out after curfew? With a boy? And not just any boy. ‘King Steve’? Sure, he seems to have shed his asshole demeanor since graduating high school but that didn’t mean Hopper wanted him anywhere near his daughter.

You’d managed to assure your father that it was nothing more than a little ‘girl stuff’ on your mind, knowing he’d be too out of his depth to try and broach the subject further. He let it slide after that because in his mind, he had no reason to suspect you of anything.

Meanwhile, you’ve grown irksome with each passing day. You and Steve had decided to lay low since the incident and hold off on meeting for a while. No Steve and consequently, no sex. Your dad’s little interruption was a bitter reminder that you didn’t even get to finish that night even though you had been so very close. A sloppy blowjob on the drive back to your place was all you’d had time for and as eager as you were to have Steve cum down your throat, you wish there had been enough time for him to take care of you too. Since you’d last seen him, the both of you had to settle for nightly phone calls to keep in contact. There was far less risk in calling Steve’s house when his parents were barely ever there so you’d spend most of the day counting down the hours until it was time to start dialing. And every call always ended the same way. With you working your clit under your panties as you mewled about how much you missed having his head between your legs and him fisting his cock while he moaned about how much he missed being inside you.

As much as you both needed it, it was nowhere near enough.

You’re just coming down from your last orgasm, panting into the receiver cradled loosely between your ear and shoulder when Steve’s voice filters through, “Can I see you tomorrow?”

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Your morning was spent prancing around your bedroom trying to pick out the cutest set of underwear to go with the new dress you’d bought. You eventually settled on the lace set you’d been saving, the pale pink bra that cupped your tits just right, making them sit nice and high on your chest and the matching lace panties which revealed just enough of your ass while still leaving a little to the imagination. All dressed up in your new flowy, slightly low cut dress, you make your way to the police cruiser where the Chief’s already sat there waiting so he can drop you off his way to the station.

“You’re going to the volunteer center dressed like that?”, Hopper asks, tone tinged with stern fatherly concern.

You’d been so eager to meet Steve today that you completely forgot to stick to the routine you’d gotten accustomed to since the sneaking around first began. You’d always left the house in your usual, unassuming clothes, waved goodbye to your dad as he drove away before hurrying into the nearest public restroom to change into something more suitable to meet Steve. Something that showed off a little more leg, maybe a little cleavage too. And most of all, something he could slip under really easily.

“Thought I’d try something new today”, you reply, flashing him one of your sweetest smiles without missing a beat.

Hopper makes a face of disapproval, but concedes. You weren’t dressed indecently. Maybe a little suggestively by your own admission, but you knew you could sway him. You were the town ‘good girl’ who never asked for anything and always followed the rules. As far as he knew. You’d more than earned Hopper’s trust. How could he argue with you now? Most of all, everyone in town knew your father and he liked knowing that fact alone was enough to discourage any boy from getting too ‘friendly’ with you. Almost any boy anyway.

He grunts out an ‘okay’ and turns the key in the ignition, starting the engine and driving away from the cabin.

You’re still a few minutes away from arriving at the center when the radio sounds off. You recognize the code- a domestic disturbance and not too far from where you’re currently at. Hopper sighs, before turning to look at you apologetically.

“Sweetie, do you mind If I pulled over right here? The center’s just a couple of blocks away”

You nod understandingly as you reply with a smile, “Sure dad, I can meet Steve inside”

Fuck

“Steve?”

You turn to look back at the road as the cruiser skids to a holt, the blood draining from you face momentarily.

Debra. Debra. You’d meant to say your best friend’s name but a Freudian slip of all things gets the best of you. You were usually so much better at this. Are the hormones making you stupid?

“Mmhmm”, you hum affirmatively, lips pursing as you try to appear as nonchalant as possible despite the sweat dewing at your temple.

“Steve Harrington? Why would you need to meet him?”

Hopper’s tone is bordering on tense now so you know you have to think quick.

You turn back to look at him, mustering the most reassuring smile your nerves would allow. “Steve’s new at the volunteer center, dad. Loretta, our coordinator, just wants me to show him the ropes, that’s all”.

Your father’s furrowed brow softens when he suddenly scoffs as if you’ve just said something laughable, “Harrington’s been in a real giving mood lately, hasn’t he?”

Your whole body’s on alert as goosebumps wash over your skin and your shoulders tighten. “um, what do you mean?” you inquire softly.

Hopper shakes his head as he lets out a half-suppressed laugh, “ran into him a while back parked out near the main road. Let’s just say he wasn’t alone and by the sound of it, he seems like a pretty generous guy”

You feel like you’re about to combust on the spot and Hopper mistakes the uncomfortable expression on your face as a reaction to the implication he’d just made.

He clears his throat, suddenly remembering that he’s talking to his daughter and not one of the guys down at the station.

“Just uh, keep an eye out for him ok, honey?”

“Sure, daddy”, you reply with a tight smile.

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You wait for the cruiser to drive out of sight before you hurry past the entrance to the volunteer center and into the parking lot. You perk up when you find Steve’s car parked exactly where he said it would be and just like that, the awkwardness of this morning is cast out of your mind.

You jump into the passenger seat when he leans over to open the door for you and you swing your arms around Steve’s neck, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.

“Your place- drive”

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The entire ride there you do your best to rile him up like an utter menace, spreading your legs apart in your seat before inching you dress up over your thighs enough for him to glimpse your panties, pulling at the front of your dress so that your cleavage and the lacy trim of your bra peek out.

“Are you trying to make me crash?” he laughs, eyes darting back and forth between the road and every new inch of skin you reveal to him.

He’s trying to appear calm but you can still make out the need behind his eyes.

“Missed you so bad, Steve” you pout, reaching for the hand he had resting loosely on the stick shift. His jaw clenches as you guide his it under your dress and between your legs, letting his fingers press against the damp spot growing in your underwear. “Eyes on the road, baby” you tut at him, fighting back a giggle as he presses down on the accelerator.

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You’re breathless by the time you make it up to Steve’s bedroom. You would have been up there sooner if it weren’t for him pressing you up against every wall there was, kissing and groping you through your dress all the way up. Not that you minded.

You step back from him and ease the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the garment pool at your feet softly.

“Fuck- baby, is that new?”

You hum affirmatively as his hands reach out to grip at your waist, appraising the pretty lace hugging your body. His eyes eventually rake over the fading remnants of the marks he left on your body the week before. Hickeys and welts are peppered along your thighs, abdomen, breasts and ass, each one a reminder of the many times you spent together in secret.

He’s back on you in seconds, pressing you into his mattress while his lips latch on to every nearly gone mark he’s left, sucking the colour back into them.

You didn’t mind the ones on your breasts when he pulls at the front of your bra or the ones on your stomach or even the ones at the very edge of your bikini line but the moment he starts inching up towards your neck, you’re pressing your palms flat against his chest.

“Not there- don’t leave any marks, ok? Not any that can be seen”, you plead softly.

Steve pulls away from your flushed skin, kneeling over you as he runs a hand through his tussled hair.

“Sorry, babe. Got a little carried away. Fuck- these past few days have been impossible”, he groans.

“I know but we have to be careful- I kind of messed up this morning too so we can’t get too carried away”

“What to you mean, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you later but maybe it would be best if we weren’t seen together for a little while longer- just to be safe”

You both frown at each other.

“If I’m going to have to spend more time away from you, I’m going to need something to help me…cope”, he replies suggestively.

You quirk an eyebrow and offer him a quizzical look, “like what?”

He reaches into his bedside table drawer, blindly rummaging until a big smile breaks out on his face.

“Okay, it’s just a thought- and I won’t do it if you don’t want me to but…”

He produces a polaroid camera in his hand and you know instantly where he’s going with this.

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips or the excitement buzzing in your veins. “Steven, do you know what would happen to you if those pictures got out?”, you tease.

“Don’t remind me. And I promise- no one will ever see them. I’d kill to keep these safe”.

“Good”, you reply, satisfied with his answer.

“So, how do you want me?”

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14 polaroids lay at the foot of Steve’s bed. Every inch of your marked up naked body captured from every which angle.  There’s one of you kneeling at the foot of Steve’s bed, doe eyes peering up at the camera as you sucked dutifully on his fingers.

“Stevie, please, can I have your cock now? I waited more than a week”, you’d whined when he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, saliva stringing from his digits to your bottom lip.

“Mm…not yet, angel. You need to show me that you deserve it first”, he husked, slick fingers reaching down to cup your cunt over your panties.

There’s another one of you laying against Steve’s sheets, bra long abandoned, hair spread out prettily around you and Steve’s broad palm cupping your right breast.

“Poor baby, getting impatient, aren’t you?”, he teased, pinching your nipple meanly and relishing the cute little yelp you let out in response.

Another of you angled from below as you rode Steve, head thrown back and tits pushed out as you balanced yourself with your arms behind you, grasping Steve’s thighs.

“Steve- oh god- you’re so deep!”, you bounced desperately on his cock, driving his ruddy tip against your sweet spot with every buck of your hips.

Somewhere in the mix is one of you on your back looking completely fucked out, legs held up in the air with your ankles crossed in one of Steve’s hands as he used the other to angle the camera well enough to get a shot of his thick cock stuffed inside your weeping pussy.

“You going to cum again, sweetheart? I can feel you tightening up again- fuck, milking my cock like a good little slut”

You’re panting against the now damp sheets as the camera flashes between your trembling legs and the 15th picture pops out. “Think this one’s my favorite, babe”, he grins watching the picture develop. Of course, it was.  The most graphic one of all- your pussy all puffy and ruined and leaking his cum.

“Now, let’s get you all cleaned up”.

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Steve kisses you longingly before finally letting you step out of his car, legs still shaky. He offers to walk you inside but you politely refuse, reminding him that your dad will be home in an hour and you don’t want to risk getting carried away again. You promise to call and make your way back to the cabin,  smiling to yourself when you hear the BMW take off only once you’ve made it to the door.

You enter your home and make your way to the kitchen with a blissful expression on your face. In those few moments, everything was right in the world. You come crashing down from cloud nine however when you find your father waiting at the kitchen table. An empty mug of coffee (probably the Irish kind) and an ashtray brimming with cigarette butts on either side of him, he meets your stunned expression with one so cold and severe.

“Uh, hi dad, you’re back early”, you attempt weakly.

“Where have you been? And don’t say the center”

Despite throwing the question at you, he doesn’t give you any time to respond, immediately launching into the next sentence.

“You left this in the car when I dropped you off today”, he gets up from the kitchen table, pulling out one of your notebooks which you realize had probably slipped out of your bag this morning.

“I drove back to give it to you. Asked around at the center and they said you don’t work there. You’ve never worked there. So just where the hell have you been going for the past two months?”

“I just- I go out- to meet friends that’s all”, you stammer.

“Would any of these friends happen to be Steve Harrington? I checked, he’s never worked there either”

You don’t answer this time. All you can do is clutch weakly at the sides of your dress.

With an exasperated sigh, Hopper begins; “Honey, he’s not a good guy, I told you, last week I caught him out with some other girl in his car! He’s just trying to get close to you before he realizes it’s no use and then he’ll move on to the next g- “

He’s gesturing firmly with the notebook still in hand, punctuating every other word with an irritated swing of his arm but it all gets so much worse when he inadvertently manages to loosen a certain item from within the notebook, an item you’d hidden in the interior pocket in a hurry one day and completely forgotten about until now.

You cringe when the foil packet lands on your kitchen floor right in front of Hopper’s boots and your stomach drops as you both stare wordlessly as the Trojan label stamped on the front for a few excruciating seconds. You feel like you’ve got a lump the size of a watermelon stuck in your throat. You would have remembered to hide the condom better if you and Steve still used them but there it sat in your notebook, forgotten since you switched to the pill last month.

You dare yourself to look at your father’s face and you instantly regret it. He’s seething. You’ve seen him get like this before but you’ve never been on the receiving end until now.

Everything clicks in Hopper’s mind then. The lies about working at the center, your awkward demeanor the days following the night he’d caught Steve and the ‘mystery girl’, the way you froze when he mentioned it in the car this morning, the way you had dressed today, the goddamned condom. Hopper had been foolish to think you’d spent two whole months letting Steve take you out on innocent lunch dates or to the movies. You weren’t a kid anymore after all.

You back out of the kitchen very slowly when he turns around and closes a fist around the mug he’d been drinking out of, knowing what the next five minutes were going to entail. You press your back to the wall outside of the kitchen and wince when you hear the ceramic mug shatter against one of the overhead cupboards. Moments pass and you flinch when you hear a plate follow. Next goes one of the chairs when he kicks it over. Then the bang of one of the kitchen drawers being pulled out and the jangle of cutlery falling to the floor. He needs this. And it’s a mess you’re more than willing to clean up later because you know the alternative would mean having to visit Steve in the hospital. You had been fairly confident that your father would never swing at a teenager. But you weren’t so sure anymore considering this one fucked his daughter practically in front of him.

You hear the chair he didn’t kick over creak when he slumps down into it followed by the sound of his lighter sparking. The tirade might be over but the next round of chain smoking starts now. A litany of curses and very elaborate threats on Steve’s life are heatedly mumbled under Hopper’s breath as he puffs away at the cigarette grit between his teeth.

You take that as your cue to tiptoe to your room, dialing Steve’s number quickly and wait for him to pick up.

“Steve? It’s me. I have some bad news”

Part 3 is in the works – it will be the final part because as much fun as this completely unintentional series has been to write, I need to put a bow on this thing before it consumes my life. I promise there will be a full sex scene in the next one – no interruptions and no brief mentions. Full on raunchy, naughty fucking. But please be patient with me. I write as often as I can but life tends to get in the way sometimes.

#. ✧.* haikyuu twt p☆rn links — various characters

✧. contains + warnings : NSFW video links, p in v, f!ngering, pussay eating, etc.

✧. a/n : AS ALWAYS, MDNI! (characters are in the timeskip!)

✧. atsumu miya

usual mornings with tsumu :3

he thinks your boobs are so pretty

this is the reason why he pays for your nails every time

hes so needy that he had to interrupt you while youre working on something

he’s so immature and childish :((

him and virgin!reader <3

✧. sakusa kiyoomi

kiyoomi likes to fuck his pretty girl from the back <3

he loves mirror sex :3

“do you like when i touch you there, baby?” :((

when he catches you fucking yourself on a dildo instead of his cock :((

who knew he could get you so soaked?

this just screams sakusa :3

✧. iwaizumi hajime

haji’s so rough on your poor pussy :(

him and his big cock

the type to tease you before he puts it in

how can one pretty girl turn him on so much?

he cancelled dinner with his friends bc you looked too good and couldnt resist <3

so deep inside of you

✧. suna rintaro

sucking his cock for the first time :33

taking care of his smart & hardworking girl

his favorite view <3

riding him

fingering your needy cunt

suna loses himself while he’s inside of you :3

✧. bokuto kotarou

creampie :3

fucking you on your girly bed <3

big cock!bokuto :3

you after whining to bokuto that “its too big for you”

such a greedy pussy you have <3

mirror sex

✧. osamu miya

when you’re samu’s fav worker at onigiri miya :3

new lingerie that he buys for you gets him hard for you :((

what happens when you do try on hauls for him :3

making him feel good

samu’s too big for you :( his cock fits so snug inside

riding his face <3

✧. kuroo tetsurou

fucking you after his work shift

kissing while he plays with your sensitive boobs :3

making sure you keep your legs open for him

obsessed with your pussy <3

your hole is so needy for his fingers :((

all the gifts he’s given you are all over your bed while he pounds into you :3

this fic right here 😩😩😩

Daddy’s Little Girl

Genre: Smut 18+ only please 

Word Count: 9.3k words (someone save me plz) 

TW: DD/LG theme, Sub drop, lots of daddy use, sex in a public place, choking and hypoxiphillia (the arousal from lack of oxygen), f!receiving oral sex, m!receiving oral sex, breeding kink, degradation, praise kink, squirting and appearance of Ukai Senior.

SPECIAL THANK YOU TO MY BETA READERS; I really could not have done it without the village that you guys are. I really appreciate everything you have done.

A/N: This is for HQHQ NSFW server collab, you can check out my mutuals amazing works Here! I am so happy I am a part of such a great community :))) This took me a really long time and idk, the thought of Keshin Ukai being a daddy just sits so right with me? It is definitely plot with porn

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You didn’t think you would have gotten this far, with your silly little antics and games. But here you were, his eyes were lit with a deep desire and fire within them. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. 

    “Are you sure about this sweetheart?” He asked as he visibly restrained himself from pouncing on you; his hands gripped the counter with such strength that his veins popped. It made your mouth water. 

    “Yes…’’ You muttered and looked down at the ground. When you glanced back up your eyes found his own through your lashes and smiled. “Daddy.’’ 

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pairing: daichi x f! reader

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warnings: daddy kink, unprotected sex(stay safe out there🦭), vaginal sex, squirting, female masturbation, overstimulation, breeding kink, ending kinda sucks ngl

1.4k words

summary: thinking that daichi would be home late like he said , you weren’t expecting him to bust through the door holding gifts for you while you were bouncing on your pink vibrating dildo.

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