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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 3 years ago

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hi so you know the nanami headcanons with him being a momma boy and his upbringing, well what would happen if you know…him bringing chubby reader to meet them and his family loves her. all fluff up here

OMG PLEASE im crying, im fucking sobbing good lord, gimme a minute—

CW: chubby fem reader, fluff so much fluff omg, not beta read bc my two brain cells are at full capacity and can't do it sksksk

Okok hold on ok—

Let's backtrack

Nanami may be a momma's boy, but he doesn't really talk about his family

Tbh you thought he was an orphan until you walked in on the end of his phone conversation with his mom (you asked who he was talking to and when he said it was his mom, your jaw DROPPED like?? Were you ever gonna tell me tf sksksk)

It's not that he doesn't want to talk about his family: he just doesn't necessarily find himself exciting or interesting like he'd much rather focus on you

But he wants to take the next step

Kento adores you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, so he wants his family to meet you

He brings up the idea of spending the weekend at his parents' place and meeting his whole family and you're so excited!! Yes! Let me meet your family jesus christ Ken it's been like six months of dating wtf

You pack up your things and start your mini roadtrip on Friday: Nanami only worked a half day, so the two of you ate lunch and then got on the road

His parents lived a couple hours away in the country, so you had plenty of time to ask him questions about his family

What are his parents like? Does he have siblings? Oh, he has two older sisters: what are they like? What was his childhood like? Did he have any pets when he was little??

Nanami finds your curiosity adorable and humors you by answering your questions as best as he can

The two of you arrive at his parents' house around dinnertime!!

You're met with a pleasant little cottage surrounded by farms and woods, like it's so cozy and cute and you're elated

You're bouncing with excitement as Nanami takes your suitcases out of the car, leading you to the house

"Fair warning: they can be a bit... clingy." KENTO PLEASE WE HAVE BEEN DRIVING FOR HOURS AND I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR MONTHS, I DON'T FUCKING CARE

Nanami knocks on the door and it opens soon after

"There's my little Kenny!"

Cue a tiny woman greeting Nanami with open arms, pulling him down to her level for a hug, making him chuckle

You're standing back, a bit cautious. Your nerves are starting to get the better of you, making you worry that his mother won't like you

"Hello, Mom. How are you?"

"I'm overjoyed!" She let's him go after a minute or so. "Now where's this Y/N that I've heard so little about? I have to catch up with my future daughter in law while I have the chance!"

Oh ok, she's excited to meet you so there's nothing to worry about 🥰

Nanami steps aside to introduce the two of you, but his mother pretty much barges past him

"Oh my stars, look at you! My goodness, aren't you just the prettiest thing? C'mere, lemme get a look at you."

His mother proceeds to twirl you around and compliment your outfit, telling you how you're so lucky to have a figure that fills clothes so well ("I would kill for hips like yours")

Nanami has to stop his mother from talking your ear off, convincing her to continue the conversation inside so he can put down your suitcases

The three of you head inside, Mrs. Nanami taking you into the living room while Kento takes your things to your room

She starts asking dozens of questions sksksk

When did yall meet? Where was it? Was Kenny awkward when he asked you out, he's always been a shy kid so it wouldn't surprise her—

Suddenly yall are talking about how Nanami was as a kid and she's pulled out a photo album with all his baby pictures 🥺

Nanami was the cutest baby! So sweet! So chubby! Just had the roundest cheek imaginable and they were so pinchable!!

Mrs. Nanami is reminiscing a lot sksksk

Once Kento returns to the living room, Mrs. Nanami has reached his teenage emo phase and is complaining about how her sweet baby boy wouldn't let her love on him the way he used to and how she didn't have many pictures because he hated being photographed—

Bruh, Nanami is so fucking embarrassed wth sksksk

His neck and ears are turning red as he suggests moving to the kitchen so he can help his mother make dinner, but Mama Nanami ain't havin it and just wants to show you how cute her wittle bubbaloo was when he was younger 💕

You're just sitting back and enjoying the playful banter between mother and son when the door opens and Mr. Nanami arrives home from work

Kento greets his dad in a professional manner (like "hello sir, it's good to see you. Are you well?" It's just v awkward tbh sksksk) and introduces you to him

His father is respectful and kind, but not as friendly as Ken's mom, so it's a little jarring ^^;

You move to the kitchen where Kento and his mama start dinner, and his father goes off to get changed, eventually going back to the living room to reading a newspaper

You're not sure where to go like should you stand awkwardly in the kitchen or sit awkwardly in the living room with his dad, but before you can decide, Kento lifts you up and sits you on the counter

"Stay here," he says in a calm almost demanding tone before he turns back to the stove with his mother

They're kinda in their own little bubble, catching up on certain topics while you just 🧎‍♀️ sit at the counter not knowing how to contribute sksksk

But once they start cooking, Ken starts bringing small bites over to you so you can taste test dinner

Like he's still talking with his momma but he's also focused on you and tells you to open up and listens carefully when you tell him your thoughts and he's just 🥺💕 such a sweet man!!

Yall eventually have dinner and retire to bed

You and Ken gotta squeeze into this fullsized bed from his childhood but it's not so bad having to sleep on your big strong man 🥴

You wake up the next morning to Nanami cooking french toast for everyone with fresh berries from his mom's garden and it's sooooooo good and his mama is so proud of him and his cooking skills

His mom planned a whole day for the four of you!! You go to the local market for groceries and after lunch you go on a hike to a pretty lake and it's just a really nice day where his parents get to know you 🥰

It's about an hour before dinner when you hear the front door open

"Alright, alright, calm down! Go find your grandma!"

Cue two little boys running into the living room cheering as they almost tackle Mr and Mrs Nanami

Who's here? It's Nanami's sisters and their families!!

His sisters, Momoko and Mitsuki, are literally so pretty wtf

They don't have blond hair?? They have straight, brown hair that goes down past their shoulders and hazel eyes and they're tall and thin and stunning—

"Oh my god, is this Y/N? Kento, you didn't tell me she was so pretty!"

Wait what?? 🥺

His big sisters fawn over you, talking about how they've wanted to meet you for so long and how they can't believe their little brother found someone as pretty as you and are you sure you really like him bc you seem way too good for their lil dumby dumb brother—

"Alright, that's enough," Kento interrupts the conversation, his two nephews hanging off of his body

ALSO KEN WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL US YOU HAVE NEPHEWS?? HUH??

"I also have a niece" WHATTTTT?????

Cue Mitsuki's husband coming in with a little girl 🥺💕 she's so cute, she's in a little dress and she's got precious chubby cheeks and a little cap—

Mitsuki asks if you wanna hold her

UHHHHH YEA I WANNA HOLD THE CUTE LITTLE BABY, PLS GIVE HER TO ME 🥺😭💕

You get to hold Nanami's wittle niece and she's cute and precious and you love her 💕

Holding a cute baby almost makes you forget that you boyfriend has been keeping information away from you

Don't worry Ken, we're gonna have a talk about that later 😒

The energy has COMPLETELY changed from what it was just an hour ago

There's so much energy and life in the little house, but somehow it's just as intimidating as Kento's dead silent dad

Kento and his mama make dinner, there's a shitload of small talk while they cook, and you all sit down to share a meal

You are bombarded with questions from the Nanami sisters

Similar questions to what his mama asked, but they don't hold back on roasting their younger brother

"So how did a pretty girl like you ever end up with a dweeb like Kento?"

"Was it a blind date? I bet it was a blind date."

"Did he have to bribe you to go out with him?"

"Let me guess: he took you to an expensive restaurant on your first date? Since food is the only real personality trait he has—"

"Alright, we get it—"

"Quit yelling, Kento, your girlfriend's gonna break up with you."

"I wasn't—"

"Look at him! He's getting all red!"

"Please stop—"

"Kento always gets soooo embarrassed when we talk about him! No clue why"

Dinner is just entertainment at this point, with you barely answering questions as the sisters bounce off each other's statements as Kento tries to cut them off and get them to stop, as well as their mother chiming in with her own comments

Their husbands seem to be used to this, quietly eating and tending to the children

You're just 🧍‍♀️ not sure what to do! Do you say something or stay quiet or???

Dinner is over before you know it but the conversation doesn't die down after the dishes, and suddenly you're all moving outside to the back porch where the sun is setting and Mr. Nanami is bent over by the firepit while the kids are running around and everyone is catching up

You're still a bit stand-offish unsure if you fit in. I mean, their family is so lively and beautiful! You just feel out of place—

"Darling." Kento interrupts your thoughts, his hand on your elbow. You meet his gaze and feel your face burn when you see the loving look he's giving you. "Would you like a smore?" Suspend your disbelief and pretend it's normal to make smores in Japan

You don't feel so nervous after that 🥺💕

Kento is a gentleman and toasts a marshmallow for you so you don't have to sit near the fire smoke and when the sun goes down and it gets chilly he gets a blanket for the both of you to share and he's so sweet literally perfect 🥺💕💕💕

"Are you lovebirds gonna stare into each others' eyes all night or are we gonna have a real conversation?" OMG NOW HIS SISTERS ARE ROASTING YOU WTF SKSKSKKS

It's a good thing tho: they're roasting you bc they're comfortable with you and see you as family 💕

You start talking with his sisters about your job and your own life while Ken goes to help his dad tend to the fire

Kento is shocked when he feels his dad pat his shoulder

"She's a very nice girl, Kento. You did well."

Nanami rarely hears praise from his father so he's a bit taken aback.

"... Thank you sir." It goes quiet for a bit. "When... when did you know that you wanted to marry mom?"

"Hmm... probably our third date." His father leans back in his chair, sighing loudly, folding his hands over his stomach and looking up at the stars. "We went to a movie. I can't remember what it was called. All I can remember is that you mother found the movie hilarious and was laughing so loudly that people shushed us several times... I can't explain it, but every time she laughed beside me, I just kept thinking 'I want to spend the rest of my life with her'." Damn dad, didn't know you were such a romantic at heart 🤧

Nanami goes quiet, staring at the fire before he looks over his shoulder at you.

His younger nephew has fallen asleep on your lap, wrapped up in the blanket with you, your chubby cheek resting against his head

You look tired, but when you look up at meet Kento's gaze, you smile, making his heart pound.

For a moment, he thinks about the small box sitting at the bottom of his luggage, hidden away from you, and he knows deep down that he won't have to return it.

#ask #nanami kento #fluff #chubby reader #fem reader #this is all over the place im sorry sksksk #☀️ asks

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delicrieux · 4 years ago

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #myso #make you say oh #imagine #imagines

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murphslass · 4 years ago

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You Are A Treasure

Request: @im-shy-rip , John WinchesterxPlus-sized reader - she gets scratched bad on her side during a hunt and john goes to take care of it and when he lifts her shirt he sees her stretch marks. She gets embarrassed and he makes her feel better? uwu maybe smut or just fluff, up to you uwu

Warnings: plus sized!reader, fluff, smut, insecurities, swearing, dirty talk

“You alright Y/N.”

You winced and just nodded in his direction. John shrugged it off as you went to sit inside his car. You felt sharp pains going down your sides as John drove to the motel. You tried to cover the pain by controlling your facial expressions. Then John hit a nasty bump on the road that made you groan. His eyes looked directly towards you as your hands gripped your body.

“I knew you were fucking hurt.”

“Shut up. Just get us to the motel so I can sleep.”

You growled out as you turned to look out the window. John shook his head and continued to drive on the dark highway. You felt bad for snapping at him but your pain wasn’t really helping your attitude. You were already sleepy and felt stressed from these hunts. John also wasn’t the easy to work with he was always grumpy and very bossy. It was so annoying.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“Do whatever you want sweetcheeks. I’m gonna be out here smoking.”

You unlocked the door and immediately scattered to look at the scar on your side. You hissed at the look of it and saw blood staining your shirt. Great. As you examined over it you heard the door opening and quickly pulled your shirt down. John entered the room and quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Okay. Enough bullshit. Let me see what’s wrong.”

Without any warning John stridesd over to you and immediately tried to lift your shirt. Your heart raced at his touch and quickly you panicked. You then slapped him right across his cheek.

“No!”

You yelled as John stumbled back. Immediately you regretted your decision and rushed to John. His hand rubbed over his cheek and you reached to rub over the hand print you left.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine. Sorry I startled you.”

He sighed out as you caressed his stubbled cheek.

“Seriously let me look at your scar. I’m worried.”

You didn’t say anything as he went to lift your shirt up and you instinctively pulled back down. His eyes looked over you and saw you blushing brightly.

“Sorry. It’s just I don’t want you to see my stretch marks. I’m just so ugly.”

You whispered and John shook his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose and lifted your chin to look at his. His hazel eyes looking into your own. And his handsome features glowing in the dimmed motel lights. You felt yourself trying to pull away but John brought his strong arm to your waist to stop you from moving.

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“Why not? It’s only the truth.”

You mumbled out and saw John getting angry.

“No it’s fucking not. Do you not fucking understand that you’re a fucking treasure?”

“Uh no...”

You mumbled out. John sighed out and brought you over to sit on the bed. Usually John would always take the couch and let you have the bed. What a gentleman. You sat on the edge and saw John grab the first aide kit.

“Now don’t move. I need to make sure this doesn’t get bad. Trust me, I’ve been wanting to see your body for a while.”

You visibly blushed and didn’t protest as he lifted your shirt again. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking at how nervous you felt with his rough hands on your skin.

“Don’t be nervous. Here this might sting for a minute. Sorry in advance.”

John brought a cotton ball covered in peroxide to run along the scar. You hissed and shut your eyes tightly. His gently made sure everything was clean and that the bleeding stopped before leaning to place a couple kisses over it. You gasped at the motion and saw John look up at you a smirk.

“Thank you. I’m still sorry for hitting you. Just reflex.”

“Don’t sweat it. You think I could try something?”

“Like what?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then close your eyes for me.”

You were hesitant at first but felt at ease with him as your eyes slipped closed. A hand caressed your cheek and you gasped as John kissed your lips. Your hands reached to touch his chest as he pulled you closer to him. He took your breath away as he began to get more eager with his lips. You let out a whimper as his tongue entered between your lips and you pulled away at the sound you made.

“Well never heard you make that noise before.”

“Shut up! It’s embarrassing asshole!”

You say a bit to loudly as he giggled at you. He went to kiss your neck and you hands to go to hold onto broad shoulders. His lips felt soft on your sensitive skin and his stubble scratched along your neck.

“You just wait baby. I bet I can make some pretty noises escape those sweet lips.”

You felt arousal go throughout your body at his words. There’s no lie that John was a really attractive man and there’s been moments when you felt jealous as some women would flirt with him at bars. And feeling so insecure compared to the women he would talk to was so much smaller than you. It was a pain. But now here you were with John on top of you and his lips spoke praises to you. You could feel your knees getting weak as he settled his weight between your thighs.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll be sure to have you screaming name.”

He smirked as he moved to toss his shirt off. You couldn’t help but stare at his naked torso. His chest was lined with dark curls and you could see the faint v line on the hem of his jeans. He hand reached to remove your shirt and sat up to help him. You felt vulnerable under him and brought the blanket to cover yourself. John quickly caught your wrist and made sure he could see everything. You closed your eyes tightly as his hand ran over your covered chest. He leaned down and kiss your lips again.

“Go on. Take off the rest of these clothes. And let me see you.”

Your hands were shaky as you reached to remove your bra. And John watched you closely as he reached to undo his belt. Your breasts were exposed to the cool air and John immediately brought attention onto you. His tongue engulfing your nipples making you let out light moans.

“John!”

He groaned against you and you gripped his hair as his fingers went unbutton your jeans. You lay against the mattress and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His lips leaving marks on your body and his hand finally going into your confined jeans. He moaned as ran his fingers ran over your covered core.

“You know I’ve imagined us like this. Especially the nights where our heater broke and I had you in my arms. I thought about just tearing off your clothes and fucking you right then. Damn you probably felt my cock against you. I can’t help it you’re gorgeous.”

You moaned at his words and felt your body ignited with a deep desire for him. His fingers invaded your sensitive folds as he had your hips fidgeting from the pleasure.

“John. John fuck.”

He smirked against your neck as he continued pleasuring you. You bit your lip as he retracted from you. John brought his digits to lips and moaned at how you tasted.

“Damn you taste better than I could’ve imagined. Can’t wait to fuck so fucking deep and raw.”

You felt shaky as John reached and slid off your pants from your body. You blushed as he then eagerly removed your damp panties. Following he removed his own clothing. His eyes went to your naked core. You closed your legs as it felt overwhelming to have him staring at your most intimate area.

“Don’t hide now.”

He smirk as he opened your thighs for him. You whimpered as he took his cock and tapped over your awaiting clit. He groaned as he saw you glistening from how wet you were. He lowered himself to kiss you sloppy as he thrusted into you. Gasping at the force you try to push onto his chest, he roughly took your wrists and pinned them down on either side of your head.

“Don’t do that.”

“But it’s too big.”

You whined out as he continued moving his hips. He growled as he felt your tight heat.

“Don’t worry. You’re gonna love it soon. Just focus on me filling this pussy to the brim.”

He moaned as his grip on your wrists tightened. You moaned as his hips moved to hit you deeply. John smirked as he saw you enjoying his motion. He then lifted your legs to go onto his shoulders. You gasped as he started to pick up speed. His lips brushed over your thigh when giving a particular hard thrust. It made you see stars. His deep groans and the sound of the bed springs creeking filled the room. While you moaned his name he leaned down and bit your neck lightly.

Soon John brought you to pure ecstasy when he fully released into you. Your body felt so sore and weak as John kissed your cheek.

“You like that?”

“Mmm...”

You mumbled out as John laughed. He sat up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. You giggled as you caught a glimpse of his ass. Hearing the water run from the shower you assumed he would return after he was done.

“C’mon baby! Get that cute ass in here!”

You slowly stood and walked over the bathroom. You saw the silhouette of his body behind the curtain and the steam from the water filling the room. Soon you were drawn into him again.

might make a part 2......

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cherrybracelets · 4 years ago

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We Fell In Love in October

dad!spencer x reader

a continuation of these blurbs. you do not need to read them to read this fic, but they all take place in the same universe

word count: 2.7k | warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, other than that all fluff

We fell in love in October, That’s why I love fall, Looking at the stars, Admiring from a far

There was nothing that broke your heart more than the fact that you were missing your daughters first time trick or treating. But, as Spencer reminded you every day, you were way too pregnant to be out walking around all night while she got candy. You were devastated, but you knew he was right. You were nearing your due date and felt like you were carrying a whale around at all times. There was absolutely no way you’d last longer than 20 minutes without whining about how your feet hurt.

So you and Spencer decided you’d stay home and hand out candy while he took Imogen to the fanciest neighborhood in your suburb so she could get the best candy. You remember trick or treating in the same neighborhood as a kid, and the houses always had full size candy bars and toys. There was one house that made a mini haunted house in their front yard every year, and it was your favorite thing as a kid. You felt sick thinking that Immy was going to experience it for the first time without you.

“You promise me you will take a ton of pictures and videos? If there’s not at least 500, we are literally getting a divorce,” you pouted, helping Spencer get his costume on.

“Babe, I promise you won’t miss a second of it. I know it sucks you can’t go, but you have to keep my little baby safe,” he smiled, kissing your swollen belly and then bringing his lips to yours, giving you a small peck.

“I’m gonna go check on her, make sure she’s got her costume all set. Why don’t you go downstairs and relax, you seem a little high strung today,” he teased, walking out of your bedroom together and into your daughters room.

“Of course I’m high strung, Spence. I’m a thousand months pregnant and you’re taking my daughter away from me to walk around alone in the dark.” You felt yourself tearing up, one again out of control of your emotions. Being pregnant fucking sucked.

“Do you not trust me to keep Immy safe? Do you know what I do for a living?” Spencer laughed, and you rolled your eyes in annoyance as you walked down the stairs to go flop on your couch.

You felt the baby kick, and you placed a hand on your belly. You both decided not to find out the gender, the same thing you did with your last pregnancy. Spencer loved not knowing, claiming you got ‘more gifts’ if you didn’t know. But it drove you crazy. Even though you didn't know for sure, Spencer was convinced it was a boy. He wanted a son so bad, so you played along with his fantasy, but you were pretty certain it was a girl. You felt the same as you did when you were pregnant with Imogen, even craving the same foods as before. You had a mother's instinct- you knew who she was.

You leaned your head back on the couch, closing your eyes to rest for a moment. You seemed to be constantly exhausted, despite spending most of the day sleeping. You slowly rubbed your belly, always afraid that if you went too long without touching her she would forget you.

“You ready, Mommy?” You heard Spencer’s voice say, from the top of the stairs. You smiled happily, keeping your eyes closed as the two of them came down to the living room in their costumes.

“Let me see my loves!” You responded, giggling in anticipation as you awaited your daughters first Halloween costume.

“Look at me, Mommy! I’m so pretty!” Imogen said, Spencer holding the girl in his arms. You opened your eyes to see her dressed as a fairy- exactly what she wanted. You felt yourself tearing up, which were a mix of happy and sad tears.

“You both look so amazing!” You stuttered, trying to get your words out through muffled cries.

“Don’t cry, Mommy!” Immy pouted, wriggling out of Spencer’s arms and onto the couch to give you a hug.

“Oh, I’m not sad, Im. You’re just so pretty!” You kissed her on the top of the head, trying not to mess up her costume.

“We should probably get going soon. I don’t want to be out too late,” Spencer frowned, checking his watch and looking outside to see if it was getting dark yet.

“Right, of course. Please keep me updated, okay?”

“Of course, my love.”

“Have fun, you guys. Be safe!”

Spencer and Imogen waved goodbye to you, blowing you a kiss as they walked out the door. You tried your best not to cry as they drove away, trying to focus on getting ready to hand candy out to other kids. You knew it was probably just your anxiety, and the fact that you and Spence had been watching scary movies every night for the past month- but you had a bad feeling about tonight. And it was only a short time later when you realized your feeling was right.

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Spencer was one of the smartest men alive- that was indisputable. But where he excelled in book smarts, sometimes his common sense was lacking. Like how he was consistently forgetting to charge his phone. So when it died after only an hour of trick or treating- probably because he hadn’t stopped taking pictures since they left- he felt like a huge idiot. Especially considering how much you reminded him to plug it in every night before bed.

But he tried not to panic, convincing himself he had recorded enough of the night to satisfy you. Plus, now he could really be in the moment with his daughter, which was what it was all about, right?

“C'mon Daddy,” Imogen groaned, pulling Spencer by the arm up to another house. And as Spencer followed his daughter, he realized where they were. This was the house. The ‘haunted house’ house that you talked about every Halloween, that the both of you were so excited for Immy to experience herself. And Spencer had promised you a thousand times over that he would record the entire experience.

‘Fuck,’ he thought to himself, shaking his head in disappointment, preparing for the inevitable fight when he had to tell you he didn’t record it. Unless, they just don’t go? That could work, right? He would just tell you that they didn’t do it this year, and next Halloween they could all go together. The plan was perfect. Except for one thing.

“Please, Daddy. I really wanna go to this house,” his daughter frowned, crossing her arms in frustration.

“Immy, please just listen to Dad, okay. Not this house.” His daughter was persistent and adorable, which made this incredibly difficult.

“No. I want to go to this one.”

“Imogen Josephine, when your Dad tells you no, you have to listen.”

“No! I want to go!” She turned around quickly, running up the driveway to the house. Spencer rolled his eyes in annoyance, chasing after her. She was running quickly, not paying attention to her surroundings. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and Spencer knew it. But he couldn’t catch up to her before disaster struck. She tripped over one of the decorations, falling on the pavement and falling on her arm.

“Ow!” She yelled, her eyes filling with tears as she sat on the ground. Spencer caught up with her, immediately getting on the ground and checking on her.

“Imogen! This is why you listen to me when I tell you no!” He yelled in frustration, trying to see just how bad her scrapes and cuts were.

“Don’t yell at me!” She responded, now fully crying and screaming.

“I’m sorry, peanut. I didn’t mean to get mad,” Spencer responded, wiping the tears from her cheeks and picking her up.

“My arm really hurts,” she wept, holding her now swollen wrist away from them.

“Okay, peanut, I think we need to go to the hospital and get that checked out,” Spencer instructed, carrying his daughter down the street and back towards their car. He knew you were going to kill him when he got a call from the hospital. He felt sick to his stomach as he got Immy in the car and started driving. What an absolute nightmare. Maybe he couldn’t do it without you. Maybe his skills as a parent were only valid if you were around to watch him.

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Seeing all of the cute kids in their costumes was definitely making you feel better. You knew you had to trust Spencer. He was an amazing Dad and husband, and he would always take care of your girl. You knew he would.

But, everything seemed to fall apart in about five minutes. It all started when you went to check Spencer’s location, a bad habit that you knew wouldn’t solve anything. When it popped up that he couldn’t be located, you felt your stomach flip and your heart skip a beat.

“Damnit Spence. Charge your fucking phone…” you whispered, shaking your head and digging your nails into your palms. It was okay, though. He was fine, they were fine. Right?

And then the worst possible thing could’ve happened. You felt a weird pain in your abdomen, one that caused you to nearly double over and fall on the floor. Only a few seconds later, it made sense. Your water broke.

You weren’t due for another two weeks. This could not be happening. There’s no way. But another contraction a few minutes later made it clear- you were having your baby, and Spencer had no phone. Holy shit.

You reached for your phone and instinctively called JJ, telling yourself it was because she lived the closest but also knowing she was the only person who could handle being in the delivery room with you if you couldn’t find your husband.

“I’m going to kill him,” you screamed into the phone, not even bothering to greet your friend or explain the situation.

“Woah, okay kiddo. What’s going on?”

“His phone is dead, and I am having this damn baby. I am going to kill him.”

“Oh, Jesus (Y/N). Okay… um… we can figure this out. Do you know what neighborhood they're in?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll send Will to go drive around and look for them. In the meantime, I am coming to pick you up and take you to the hospital. Just relax, take a few deep breaths. Everything will be fine.”

You hung up the call and grabbed your hospital bag, patiently waiting by the door. JJ was only about ten minutes away, but it felt like you were waiting for hours. You tried calling Spencer’s phone a few times, but it went right to voicemail. This could not be happening. Holy shit, this could not be happening.

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Spencer pulled into the emergency room parking lot, whipping his car through the lines as his daughter cried in the backseat. He finally found a spot, parking terribly and quickly grabbing Imogen.

“We’re here now, peanut, everything’s gonna be okay,” he reassured her, not truly believing the words himself. His heart was racing, his breath shaky and his mind going a million miles a minute. He needed to talk to you as soon as possible- he needed you to tell him, and your daughter, everything would be okay.

“Hi, um, my daughter fell and hurt her arm. I just need to get her checked in,” he spoke, his voice quick and panicky as he stood at the desk.

“Of course. What’s her name and date of birth?” The woman asked, smiling kindly at the two of them.

“Imogen Josephine Reid. She was born April 8th, 2017.”

“Oh, wonderful, I’ve got her file right here. Let’s get her admitted.”

Spencer stood impatiently, holding his daughters hand as she stood next to him, watching the secretary take her sweet time to admit Imogen. Spencer was tapping his foot in frustration, which Imogen quickly noticed, placing her free hand on his knee and telling him to stop. Spencer just laughed at his daughter, who was always so unapologetic, always just telling people whatever thoughts came to her head.

“Oh no, this is not good,” a familiar voice behind him said. He turned around quickly and saw JJ, a nauseated look on her face.

“What are you doing here…” Spencer asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. She appeared just fine, and she wasn’t with anyone else.

“Spencer, don’t freak out, but-”

“SPENCER REID!” You yelled, your face red and voice fuming.

“Wait, what is going on?” Spencer looked at you, confused, as you were being wheeled into the emergency room by a nurse.

“Why are you at the emergency room, Spencer? What happened to Imogen?”

“Hi Mommy! I fell and hurt my arm!” Imogen responded, her face stained with tears and her costume ripped from the fall.

“What?” You were seething, staring at Spencer with wide eyes. You were about to yell again, but your whole body seized and pain shot through your body. Another contraction. They were getting closer, and you knew it was only a matter of time before this baby came out. You whined loudly, gripping onto the arm of the chair and closing your eyes in pain.

“We need to get you in a room now, Mrs. Reid,” the nurse instructed, looking at JJ and Spencer.

“Wait… are you… are we having a baby?” Spencer’s eyes got wide, excitement filling his face as he realized what was going on.

“Yes, Spencer. Maybe you could try to not let this one break their arm,” you yelled, immediately noticing Spencer’s shit in tone as you yelled at him.

“Okay, okay, everyone. I’m sure what happened with Immy was an accident, right Spence?”

“Yes, yes I promise. She was running and tripped…”

“See, (Y/N)! Just an accident. So why don’t I take her to go see the Doctor and you guys can go… have your baby,” JJ smiled, doing her best to handle the situation. She was used to dealing with yours and Spencer's chaos. She was also Imogen’s godmother, and she did not take that role lightly.

“Okay… okay… let’s go have our baby.”

“Let’s go have our baby!”

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On November 1st, 2020, at 1:17 AM, your second daughter was born. You weren’t shocked at all when the doctors told you it was a girl, but Spencer was at a loss for words. They wrapped your small newborn in a blanket and handed her back to you. You were even more in love with her than you thought possible, and so was your husband.

JJ and Imogen were in the waiting room, along with Will and the rest of the team. Immy’s arm was fine- nothing more than a bad bruise. They had given her a halloween ice pack and a bag full of candy, to which JJ allowed her to have a little too much, and she crashed from the sugar rush pretty hard. She was passed out in Uncle Rossi’s arms, drooling chocolate all over his pajamas.

“Guys… she’s here.” Spencer smiled, walking out of the delivery room to share the news with his family.

“She? Another girl? I knew it. You owe me twenty bucks, Derek,” Garcia giggled, Derek rolling his eyes in response.

“Can we meet her?” JJ asked, happy to have another little girl to spoil.

“Of course. Come on!”

Rossi woke Imogen up, who was thrilled to meet her baby sister. Everyone walked quietly into the room, where you were holding your sleeping daughter in your arms. You were overjoyed to see all of them, knowing they would always be your family, and the first to meet your baby, because they were her family, too.

“Mommy!” Immy yelled, running towards you.

“Shh, be quiet, peanut. She’s sleeping!”

“Got it. Quiet.” Immy whispered, giggly as she looked down on her little sister.

“She looks like you, Spence,” Emily laughed, lightly grabbing Spencer’s shoulder.

“Do you remember how much Imogen looked like (Y/N) when she was born?” JJ asked, smiling down at the two girls.

“We now have a clone of each of us. It’s only a matter of time before we take over the world,” Spencer laughed, his arm wrapped around you and the baby.

“What’s her name?” Hotch asked.

“Lola. Lola Danielle Reid.”

“Welcome to the BAU, Lola.”

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oppabimbab · 5 years ago

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the harder, the better | park jinyoung

genre : smut (riding, stroking, cursing)

starring : jinyoung x reader

synopsis : when you can’t help the jealousy and anger at your boyfriend, park jinyoung, you start to act up like a bitch but he end up making sure that you well aware; he wants no one but you. he wants to fuck you harder, more than anyone else

words count : 3653 words

side note : hello thirsty hoes. im back with jinyoung’s fic bc tl seems dry af (i know yall is doing quarantine thingy thats fine) its kinda bad lmaooo but yeah you gonna read it anyway 👀

You sip the remaining champagne inside the tall glass that you have been swirling for god-knows-how-long. Just as much as you love that alcohol, today it tastes like a motherfucking poison in your throat. It’s burning your tongue every time you swallow a drop—like a fire. Just like your heart.

You glance at your boyfriend, Jinyoung, who is talking casually to bunch of his friends that he bumps to at the bar counter, not too far from your seats.

He looks as majestic as he always does—broad shoulder, long and toned legs, muscular arms and delicious torso.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with how your boyfriend behaves with his friends but what bothers you the most is that one bitch, who is always clinging to him from the first minute you come here to the party.

Irene. That beautiful bitch. She always stands there beside Jinyoung; chuckling at every words that come out from his mouth—moving her ass and exposing her boobs for them to brush against him while she gave the endless refilled wine to him. Let alone, staring at him while he smiles and laughing, like you aren’t existed here.

Damn, is that a friend should do? You know she is Jinyoung’s colleague, he has been chanting that to you and you’re convinced but you can’t remember that, a friend should grind her body to her colleague like she wants to fuck him—that much. You’re positive until today when you clearly can’t hold the anger anymore.

When the last drop of the champagne touch your throat, you met her eyes. Her bitchy eyes along with the foxy smile, plastering all over her face before she scoots closer to Jinyoung and on purpose, she ‘accidently’ makes herself fall on him—making her exposed boobs slightly brush on his arms.

Just how gentleman Jinyoung is, he looks shock and immediately helps her to get on her feet. Making her smile becomes wider, at you.

Seeing that, you can’t help but feel extremely intimidated and pissed. Not sure if it’s solely on that bitch Irene or your boyfriend. You inhale some air to calm yourself from the sight. You try to look unbother, not giving any piece of damn at her, who is having fun drooling at your man.

For real, Irene is extremely gorgeous. You can’t deny. You know people swoon over her because of her beauty and sexiness every time she passes by, doing the bare minimum—or simply said, she is the main star of this party. Everyone loves her. She looks perfect. Just like him.

Now, that thought bothers you the most.

The ride is filled with silences from both of you and him as he drives back to the apartment that you have been sharing with him for the past 9 months.

You don’t feel like talking to him. At all. He asked you to come along to this party but why the fuck did he make you feel less—like you don’t belong there, as his girl. You’re not sure what he did wrong but when you saw him walking back to you at the table after almost touching other girl’s boobs, you immediately feel upset. Extremely upset. You’re pissed, annoyed, jealous and angry. You can’t bring yourself to talk to him at this moment.

And he seems like he doesn’t care about that. Good thing because all you want is to go back to sleep with this anger. You stare out of the window, completely silent.

“You’re giving an attitude,” he breaks the silence between you and him as the silence happens way too long. You cock your eyebrow and glance at him slightly before looking back at the window.

“Excuse me?” you say—trying not to sound annoyed or pissed even honestly, you want to scream.

He exhales some air before tilting his head at you, looking at your obvious frustrated face. You can feel his big hand snake on your exposed thigh, giving it a slow rub while the other hand is on the steering.

“May I know, why is my girl acting up like this?” he sounds calm and serene—unlike you. You push his hand away from your skin without looking at him.

“Focus. I’m not in the mood, Jinyoung,”

You see his face changes, from the corner of your eyes but you don’t care. The least thing he can do is stop being such an asshole at this moment. You don’t want to talk, not to him.

“Why are you always acting up without reason at times like this?” he says through gritted teeth as he clenches his jaws. You can’t believe he just said that.

“What? Me?”

“Yes, you,”

“Are you serious? I said i’m not in the mood. Just drives us home and leave me alone, Jinyoung. You’re such an asshole,” you can’t help your anger anymore when he is pointing the arrow back at you. Sure, he said something harmless but at times like this, everything pisses you off. You’re fucking pissed when he stares back you like he did nothing.

Before he could say anything, he stops the car at the side of the road. Your eyebrow furrowed at his gesture as you look at him, confused and pissed. Jinyoung looks back you, completely mad.

“Alright. Why don’t you tell this asshole, your problem? For fuck sake baby, I don’t know if you don’t tell me,” he runs his hands through the hair, sounded frustrated at your moody ass tonight.

You shrug.

“I don’t know. Ask Irene,” now, you know you sound like an immature bitch but you don’t care. He is being such an asshole.

“Irene?” he cocks his eyebrow.

You don’t reply anything.

“What does Irene has to do with this topic?”

He is dumb.

“That’s fine, Jinyoung. I want to go home. I’m tired. Let’s talk about this later,,” you heave a small sigh, rubbing your head as you ignore his question because you don’t feel like explaining the little anger in yourself now. Or both of you will get into a serious fight. You just don’t want him around.

You look at him and his eyes changed. They are darkened and hooded—the same eyes when he is mad and pissed.

“Fucking sit on me now,” he commands. Your jaw drops at him as he unbuckle the seat belt around his body. Which part of going home that he doesn’t understand?

“Jinyoung! I don’t wan—“

“I said sit on me. Make me repeat and I’ll make you regret,” his eyes burn with fire, you can see the popping veins along his jaw and neck. You’re not sure why but he looks fucking delicious.

You heave a frustrated sigh as you unbuckle the seat belt before you climb all over him and sit on his lap—facing him with your back only few inches away from the steering wheel.

Both of you stare at each other before you look away from his eyes when you can’t contain the jealousy and anger in yourself every time you think of what happened earlier. It upsets you so much that you can feel your heart is aching.

“Now, fucking tell me why you’re behaving like you miss my cock,” he utters the words as he brings both his hands on your hips—looking up to find your eyes. You hiss at his touch, making his eyebrow lifted.

“I’m so pissed,”

“You can’t be pissed in this dress. Definitely not in this dress that makes me want to fuck you hard,” Jinyoung trails his eyes to your neck, your exposed chest and to your ass. You know he is good at dirty talk because you can feel butterflies all over your stomach.

You scoff at him.

“Sure but I think Irene wants you to fuck her harder than me. Sure, Jinyoung,” you can’t look at him on the eyes as your heart hurts at the thought. You try to get off from his lap before you feel his grip tightened around your hips.

“I see,” he nods.

“Baby, are you jealous?” he looks at you, hiding his beautiful smile behind his bitten lip.

“Yes. Very much,” you stare back at hiim—telling him how deep the pain and jealousy is.

His smile gets wider.

The silence starts to build between you two before he speaks up.

“Everyone can see that she wants you. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that,” you roll your eyes, annoyance starts to build when you think of her. Jinyoung hides his smile.

“Do you believe that?” he asks and you had it enough. You squeal at him, to let you go back to your place and end this night but he wouldn’t budge as he grabs your hips tighter to keep you on his lap.

“How do I make you realise that I’m all yours?” he squeaks, rubbing your clothed ass along with your inner thigh, causing you to whimper softly.

“Fucking you here, in this car?” he whispers before he leans closer to your body and starts to trail sloppy kisses on the sweet spot while he chants the dirty words. You can’t help but squirm at his touch as you bring your hands to hold on to his shoulder.

“Jinyoung, don’t,” you whimper at his touch even deep inside, you know you want this more than him. He chuckles at your words.

“I can feel your juices on my thigh, then you’re telling me no? Such a cute kitten,” he bites the soft skin on the collarbone as he calls your favourite pet name. When you no longer can hold the sudden excitement in your body, you start to grind on his thigh, rubbing your pussy on his thick thigh. It makes him groans, in pleasure while staring at your pussy. He grunts in frustration when the thin underwear covers the red pussy.

“Jinyoung....,” you moan his name and he hums at your calls while bitting his lips. His eyes darkened when he can see your red pussy under the thin fabric underwear. He must be thanking God for letting you to wear such a short dress so it makes it’s easier for him to hover the pussy.

“Oh my god,” he grunts as he pulls your hips, to make the move becomes faster and wilder, eventually growing the huge bulge that is starting to touch your throbbing clit. You moan out loud at the touch, throwing your head to the back while keeping the same pace on his lap as he pulls your closer with his big hands The feeling—so fucking good. The car is filled with hot breath from both of you.

“Ah!” your breath hitched when you can feel a familiar knot inside your pussy and abdomen—making you to look at him while moaning his name. He likes it when his name comes out from your mouth when he is abusing the pussy. He feels like a sexy dominant and he will make sure the scream gets louder when he finally pumps his cock inside you.

“How the hell I want to fuck her harder when I have this pussy, wet and juicy—just for me? Tell me how, baby,” he whispers, rubbing his index finger on your clothed clitoris, circling and pinching it while looking at your moaning mess face, when you’re coming to the climax.

He hisses—completely mesmerised at your beautiful cunt.

“Ah! Jinyoung!” as he rubs your clit and forcing you to grind on his huge bulge, you let out a small squirt on his jeans—soaking it wet with the juices. He hums in approval—licking the liquid around his finger while staring at you, like a provocative beast.

“Sweet cunt,” he says while chuckling.

“Is that enough?” he adds, cocking his eyebrow at you. You pant on his shoulder, slightly confused at his question.

“I want more,” you whisper. Needy and desperate, completely different than you were few minutes ago. His chest vibrats as he giggles.

Before you could say anything, he lifts the hem of your mini dress and pulls it to your chest—leaving your boobs bounce to his sight. You squeal in surprise. In just a blink of eyes, he unclasps and throws your bra to the back seat. You look outside—you sure don’t wanna let anyone see you this erotic.

“Fuck,” his eyes darkened when he brings his eyes to your boobs—chanting a trail of curses before he gropes them, roughly. Your body jerk at the touch, making the boobs bounce.

“You’re fucking beautiful, do you know that?” he says before taking one of your nipples into his mouth—sucking the bud hungrily. Your chin is up—moaning even louder than before as you press your body closer to him—deepened his mouth to your hardened bud. Your run your hand through his hair while the other one, holding on the car seat.

Every words that come out from his mouth, sounds like an ecstasy and it’s making your cunt pools with liquid. Skin tingles a lot and all you wanted is to feel him inside your body. He hums, biting the nipple, causing you to fill the car with his name. His warm and playful tongue—goddamn it feels like heaven.

“Jinyoung, get inside me,” you whine like a kitten when he pulls from you. You can see a boyish grin all over his face as he stares at you like a motherfuckinh predator. Your pussy clenches at the sight.

Before you could say anything, he trails his fingers to the strap of your panty before he rips it—exposing the raw pussy to his eyes.

“Oh my god,” you scream. He giggles, throwing the panty to the passenger seat as he slaps your ass.

“I’ll buy you a new one later,” he whispers, staring at the pussy as he gives it slow stroke. You whine at the touch. It’s slow and addicting, now you suddenly miss his big cock.

Impatient, you push him against the car seat before you unbuckle the belt around his jeans, slightly pull the pant to his knees—leaving his boxer alone. He says nothing as he let you get the touch of his cock by yourself. When you see the throbbing bulge, you immediately pull the boxer—making his dick slapping your lower abdomen. You moan at the contact.

“Come, baby. Do whatever you want to do,” he gives a small kiss on your neck before he leans against the seat to let you take over. You catch his eyes for a few seconds before you look down and starts stroking his member from up to down, smearing the pre-cum all over the veiny cock. He groans at your soft touch, making you look at him while bitting your lower lip—seductively.

Jinyoung throws his head to the back, slapping your ass over and over again as you please him. His dick is damn big and hard—you wonder how would he feels like inside this tight pussy of yours? Your cunt is screaming for the fill.

After few more strokes, you stop. Lifting your ass up while you rub the tip of his cock on the wet entrance, increasing the sensitivity. Both of you and him moan like crazy. Slowly, you sit down on him—completely burying his dick inside your tight and slippery pussy—causing you to scream to the air. Jinyoung hisses, breathing hard as he looks down where his dick get buried.

“Goddamn. You take my cock so well,” he moans, gripping your juicy ass so you can move in sync with him. You hold on the car seat while the other hand is palming his chest as you start to ride on his dick. Jinyoung has been really big, why the hell he makes the sex feel so damn good even you already had hundred sex with him? You open your mouth and moan while staring at each other’s eyes.

“I’m your kitten,” you whisper, bouncing up and down on his dick—slapping his balls with your ass like tomorrow doesn’t come. He chuckles.

“Yeah. My kitten,” he bites his lower lip, grabbing your breast in his big hand and squeeze it roughly. A gush of air leaves your lungs at the sensation. You scream his name.

“Jinyoung! Ah!” your body jerk. The sound of slapping skin fills the car, you’re very sure the car is shaking like hell. But, your mind is too busy to think about that. His big cock in your tight cunt. What a perfect combination.

“Fucking sexy. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” he grunts through gritted teeth as he gropes the breast while he watches you humping on his dick. You moan like a mess. Throwing your head to the back, know nothing but his dick. When he notices your move becomes slower, he grabs your hips and quickened the pace up and down. Letting your wet pussy coating his member with white substances.

“Ah! Baby!” you leans forward and breathe on his neck, moaning, whimpering while he takes over. Jinyoung grunts in every thrust. He will make sure your pussy will be swollen.

“Fuck me harder, baby. Harder,”

“Of course,” he grunts. The pace quickened and the thrust deepened—making he hits your G-spot over and over again with no mercy. Tears prick on your eyes. It feels so good. So damn good being in his embrace while he is pumping inside you.

“Good, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes. Ah! Please, don’t stop,” your body twitches.

“You’re the only one who can make my cock becomes this hard,” he whispers to your ears.

“You make me want to bang this pussy harder every time I see you,”

“So,” thrust

“Fucking” thrust

“beautiful,” thrust

“and,” thrust

“hot,” thrust

He thrusts in every words. You scream erotically and pant heavily on his sexy neck. Your legs becoming weak and shaky as your move starts to be sloppy.

“Even Irene can’t make me this horny. Only you. I’m all yours, baby girl. I’m yours,” he kisses your shoulder, still taking your pussy while chanting endless I love you’s. You can’t help but feel extremely loved. Sex is great but his words and reassurance—oh it brings you to another wonderland. You moan his name, moving your hips to reach the climax.

Breath hitched, endless moans, steamy car and rising chests.

“Jinyoung...” you calls him.

“Cum inside me,”

He chuckles, staring at you as you pulls away from his neck—pumping for few more times as you can feel his dick is twitching inside you. You clench around him—making him groan like a beast.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good around me,” he moans and growls when your pussy clench around his cock. His breath hitched and shorten.

“Ah! Ah!” a lewd moan escapes your mouth when he pumps his cum inside you, making your body bouncing and jerking at every shot. Your nails claw on his chest , bitting down the lower lip while you stare to his darkened eyes. The eye contacts—so sexy. You scream as you reach the intense climax. Jinyoung grunts while he keeps grinding your ass on his cock to fill every part of your pussy with his warm semen, making it drips out of the pussy and wet the seat.

You bury your face on his neck, nuzzling his strong scent while panting hard—to let yourself calm. That was amazing. You didn’t know sex in car would turn out this good and hot. The car is filled nothing but steam from your and his hot breath.

“I have my favourite kink now,” he says, stroking your back—tracing his slender fingers along the spine, sending you an adrenaline.

“What is it?” you squeak, tired from the intense fuck.

“Car fuck. I should fuck you at the back seat next time. Let’s see how loud your scream is,”

“Asshole,” you slap his chest playfully and it receives another sweet laughter from him. He knows you’re joking.

When you both finally calmed down, you clean the mess on his seat before you climb back to your seat, looking completely mess. Smudge make up, missing panty, throbbing and swollen pussy. Jinyoung is a beast.

As the car starts to move, he glances at you as he pulls your dress to see the pussy. His raspy voice starts to fill the car.

“Keep the pussy wet. I can’t wait to eat your sweet cunt when we get home,”

“So, you know nothing but my name and my cock,”

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shinymooncolor · 4 years ago

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Sweater weather chat #9

A little Friday tribute to @lumosinlove ‘s sweater weather.

@siriuslyqueer and @wxlfstxrx thanks for helping me through a groundbreaking epiphany. <3

Sweater weather chat #9

Celeste has plans. Logan mopes. And drives a minivan. Kuny hides in a library. Nado is a star. And the wives call him Jackie. We get some lady love. Cause hockey wives are awesome. The team dads get in trouble. What did happen in Prague? Does mild vodka exist?

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Thursday 3.42 pm

Celeste: hi ladies! So, as you know the long dreaded school talent show is looming on the horizon. I don’t know with you - but that’s a Saturday we will not get back…. Any ideas??

Anya: we send our husbands to the show. 😜 zhenya is helping my kids anyways. Not sure how that happened. But him and Jackie came to leech a free dinner and somehow ended up joining the talent show.

Linnea: that sounds like something that needs to be recorded! I’m up for a spa weekend. God knows I need it. We’re headed for Sweden next month and I need to prepare mentally for my in-laws. 🙊

Celeste: so we agree to send the boys to the show? And get on with a lovely spa weekend ourselves 😍

Allison: I’m in. I love my boys but I’ve seen them dance and heard them sing. Brady has been successfully avoiding the past three events!!! But I’m intrigued about what the hell Kuny and Jackie can help with? 😂

Anya: I don’t know and I don’t care. It’s sergei problem now. I’ve warned them to keep it kid friendly. Jackie is still a little scared of me, I think. 👻

Celeste: they are good boys but those two. I swear they’re worse than our lot. And that’s saying something. You remember Prague? 😠

Linnea: the one with the flags at worlds? What were they thinking....

Allison: oh sounds like there’s a story there! What did they get up to? 🙊

Linnea: let’s get back to that after three bottles of Chardonnay...

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Thursday 4.08 pm

Celeste: you are going to the talent show. And take Logan with you. He’s been moping for a week. He’s such a teenager. 😂 and DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT DRINKING AGAIN. I will tell Logan about Prague. 😠

Dumo: but I have to train. And don’t tell anyone it’ll undermine our authority.

Celeste: no you don’t have to, it’s optional. Don’t even start Pascal. You’re taking your ragtag team Dads and you’re all going to sit through 3 hours of recorders and botched Disney music. And you’re going to applaud your babies. And please film whatever the terrible two get up to. I’ve seen the outfits. 😂😍😂😍

Dumo: I love you but you’re mean. Enjoy your spa day. What do I get for being good?

Celeste: a wife who won’t make you sleep in the guest room. And if you’re really good we can talk about the white one again.

Dumo: I’ll be good!!! 😇😇😇😇😇

Celeste: 😉

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Thursday 5.00 pm

Dumo created a group chat.

Dumo added Sunny, Sergei, Brady, Kuny, Nado and LoganT

Dumo named the group chat talent show

Dumo: gentlemen I believe you’ve all had your fates sealed. We’re now sentenced to suffer through the horror of our kids’ school talent show.

LoganT: what am I doing here? I don’t have kids leave me out

Dumo: you left your disgusting workout clothes in MY basement. Without cleaning it up. You’re coming. Also Leo and Finn are both with their families. And Celeste made me take you cause apparently you’re sad and mopey. 🤓

LoganT: I’m not sad and mopey. I’m brooding and there’s a big difference. 😠

Sunny: you’re 22 and your boyfriends are out of town. Chin up buddy and enjoy a Saturday of off key singing and recorder hell. And you are moping 😆 brooding is for grown-ups…

Nado: we’d offer to take you to some strip clubs and get you laid but. Well. We don’t really frequent gay bars so.

Sergei: really? I once had to rescue u 2 from drag club 😂

Nado: it was one time and we didn’t realize until we were inside. Felt like a fucking Kingggg man they know how to party. Wanna go to a drag club baby Logan? Is fun times!

Kuny: was fun. But we promise to do show with baby Russians he he 👻👻👻👻

Nado: well i didn’t understand what i said yes to. Thought she asked if I wanted to play Pokémon. 😳

Sergei: that’s why she asked. She’s too sneaky. Not like it. What you do for show?

Nado: no idea. Your wife is making us an outfit and told us to just stand in the background 🙈

Dumo: oh I’m recording this. Anyways there’s never any parking. You’d think with the obscene fees we pay for that school they could at least organize proper parking. Let’s carpool. 😎

LoganT: why are you carpooling? You’ve got like a combined car catalogue of 25 cars.......

Brady: this is clearly Logan’s first rodeo. Okay. Sergei always brings some Russian elixir of life. So. We need you to drive. 😘

LoganT: IM NOT DRIVING A MINI VAN! IVE GOT A REP

Nado: there’s alcohol involved? I’m in!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Sunny: only way to get through this....😔

Dumo: you don’t have a rep. You have two boyfriends, an accent and a sweaty hat. You’re driving and I’m not going to argue. 😠

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Saturday 12.33 pm

Dumodad: if anyone is wondering what the terrible two are up to this fine Saturday. They’re currently in the middle of a moving rendition of Into the Unknown. Yes they’re wearing blue sequins. 🤩

*kuny and nado dressed in blue glitter sequins onesies with a bunch of kids singing into the unknown*

Prongstar: HHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA WHAT IS GOING ONNNN????

Blizzard: well. There’s a future in show biz for those two. 😂 kuznetsov and nadeau the movie.

Bradygunz: this is giving me some fresh prince vibes little rays of sunshine!!!😂😂😂😂 @talkiewalkie

Talkiewalkie: yesss!!! Hahahah 😎😎😎

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Saturday 1.22 pm

Sunny: I love my kids but. There’s a reason it’s not a good idea to always just tell kids they’re good at stuff.

Dumo: hahahah the one with the juggling was fun.

LoganT: why are we still here? I won’t ever get my hearing back after that bag pipe thing. 😭

Sergei: that’s why we drink. I like the politic ones like a kid could ever know so many isms

Sunny: quit hogging the flask. Gimme.

Brady: I didn’t know so many isms existed. Pretty sure some of them were just random words. 😂

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Saturday 2.01 pm

Logantremblayzzz: guess who’s pissed at a kids talent show. Guess who’s hit on every teacher and has suspiciously disappeared and guess who’s somehow ended up in a production of you’re welcome from Moana?

Sirius: this is fun.... 1) the dads are pissed. I went to a school play with them once. Sergei brought his flask? 2) I wanna say Nado 3) Kuny?

Blizzard: ohhh I’ve got 2/3 swapped - Kuny can’t sing in English... and nado’s got the tattoos 😂

Eliascookie: I wanna know more about the sequins? 🥳

Prongstar: tell us!!!

Logantremblayzzz: 1) yes the dads. Sergei swears it’s only mild vodka. But they’re definitely not sober. 2) Kuny was missing but I found him. He is hiding in the library. 3) yes Nado has somehow ended up on stage again. He’s doing that pec thing it’s weird. I swear the moms here are swooning. He signed someone’s bra. ITS A SCHOOL.

KrisVolley: you’re just cranky that you had to drive the mini van. Haha! 😂

CarbO’Hara: Logan! You drove a minivan? 🤪🤪🤪🤪 cuteeee

Logantremblayzzz: it’s stupid and ugly. 🥴

Dumodad: suits you then 🤪

Logantremblayzzz: I’m telling your wives.

Sergei_81: no Logan. Don’t be mean. U can have my car

Bradygunz: we don’t tell Celeste when you leo and Finn cause problems!!!!

Dumodad: he’s bluffing! Remember who let you live FOR FREE in his basement! I do your laundry and feed you.

Logantremblayzzz: celeste feeds me and does laundry. You’re just as much a leech.

Dumodad: I pay for things. 😠

RussianGod: I don’t know where are. Books everywhere help I hide from moms so many everywhere 😳😳😳😳

Ollibear: someone please rescue Kuny before the soccer moms kidnap him 😂

Timmyforrealz: wow Kuny go get some cougar love 🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯 hehehehe

RussianGod: I scared. Help. @dumodad @logantremblayzzz @sergei_81!!!!!! Help help

Sunnysideup: DONT flirt with them then. You asked for it. I’ll come get you. Stay in the library. You’re missing nado singing.

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Saturday 2.12 pm

Logan: hey Celeste. Show is ok. How’s the spa??? ❤️❤️❤️

Celeste: charmer... it’s fine thank you - how are the boys?

Logan: uh. Well.

Celeste: one sec love.

—-

Celeste added Logan to the group chat

Celeste: hi Logan! Please tell us about the show. How did the terrible two do with their performance

Logan: well Katya got scared and refused to go on stage so Kuny had to hold her hand. It was really cute. Loved the outfits. They’re definitely never forgetting that 😂 other than that your husbands are sneaking drinks from sergei’s flask and Nado has been in stage for the past three performances

Anya: he did what? I will kill him. Thank you for telling us Logan. Tell zhenya to be careful. Soccer moms are hungry.

Logan: will do. Want me to kick your husbands?

Anya: no love. We have our own ways to punish our idiots 😈

Linnea: thanks Logan!

Celeste removed Logan from the group chat.

Celeste: well. I knew we couldn’t leave them alone. But the plan worked well - they’ve now signed themselves up for the events for the rest of the school year! 😎

Allison: 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

—-

Celeste: Logan texted me. Do you have any idea how much trouble you all are in? Also someone go rescue Kuny. He’s not ready for a soccer mom. 😈

Dumo: I’m gonna kill that kid. Also sorry. But. There was a BAGPIPE. You’re very pretty and beautiful and I love you. Sunny has gone to rescue Kuny.

Celeste: hmm. How are you going to fix it?

Dumo: I’ll show you 😜 on my knees 👅

Celeste: 😈

#sweaterweather #sweaterweatherchats #sweaterwheatherchatsnr9 #lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years ago

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Writing prompts!

So I just reached 100 followers and I am BEYOND happy YALL. So heres 100 prompts for people to send me asks with! Send as many numbers as you want in one and I'll make a blurb from it. (And by blurb I mean I will grow attatched to your request and write a whole fic on it probably lmao) THIS WAS PREVIOUSLY MY 100 FOLLOWER THIBG BUT IM BRINGING PROMPTS BACK FOR REQUESTS.

FYI no matter when you are seeing this, request. I don't care. I'm always up for inspiration. :))))

If it has a star next to it, I came up with it on my own.

These probably wont be blurbs and will be longer!

I'm currently writing for >>>>

Breakfast Club

HARRY POTTER

Spencer Reid / MGG

The Maze Runner

Buzzfeed Unsolved

Spiderman

Barry Allen

Theres a list of who I write best for on my page!! ^^^^

1. "I told you not to read that."

2. "Sir, this is for children only."

3. "Are you kidding me? We're not 'fine'!"

4. "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no!"

5. "Hey... what's wrong with your face?"

6. "You look a lot different from your profile picture."

7. "Are you going to keep walking by my house, or are you going to come in?"

8. "Dude, it's three in the morning."

9. "I can't believe I use to think he was attractive."

10. "Actually, you *are* speaking to the manager."

11. "This isn't going to be a typical best man's speech."

12. "According to this, you owe them eighty thousand dollars."

13. "That's the worst reason I've ever heard to have a baby."

14. "I didn't even recognize you!"

15. "You're Satan."

16. "I need a place to stay."

17. "It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka."

18. "Safety first. What are you? FIVE?"

19. "This is girl talk, so leave."

20. "You're bleeding all over my carpet."

21. "Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now."

22. "Hold still."

23. "You're not interested, are you?"

24. "Oh honey, I'd never be jealous of you."

25. "I'm telling you, I'm haunted."

26. "Touch her again and I'll break your wrist."

27. "Don't look behind you, hurt that guy is checking you out."

28. "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend."

29. "Quick! Kiss me!"

30. "Just shut up and kiss me."

31. "I hate high school reunions."

32. "I think I picked up your coffee by mistake."

33. "I've never felt this way before... and it scares the shit out of me."

34. "Wait a second, are you jealous?"

35. "This is by far the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."

36. "You never told me you had a fucking twin."

37. "Am I suppose to be scared of you?"

38. "You're hiding something from me."

39. "A wedding?"

40. "Where would someone hide in a town like this?"

41. "H-how long have you been standing there?"

42. "Is this skirt suppose to be this short? I kinda feel like a french whore" *

43. "Oh fuck off."

44. "When did you take that?"

45. "I hid it."

46. "Stop trying to look cool in paparazzi pictures, you look like a dumbass." *

47. "Can you stop laughing?"

48. "You look like a reptile from this angle. Lizard? Snake? Turtle? I just can't decide." *

49. "You have a dirty mind."

50. "You guys are lame."

51. "I don't know. Resurrection maybe?"

52. "This is a safe space." "What the hell are you talking about?" "SAFE SPACE!"

53. "Just stab him."

54. "I'm in dire need of assistance."

55. "I'm gonna die in an elevator full of idiots."

56. "Shoot me."

57. "I feel like you know." *

58. "You're making me dizzy."

59. "I don't want any excuses, they must have the hottest date ever."

60. "Are you with him because it's easy?"

61. "Dibs!" *

62. "If we die, I'm going to kill you."

63. "Do you think you could just go *one* day without pissing me off?"

64. "Your hands are really soft." *

65. "We've become the clingy newlyweds you've always complained about."

66. "Pregnant?"

67. "We are SO much cuter than them."

68. "Wanna go for a drive?"

69. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

70. "Sleep over? Please?"

71. "Are we on a date right now?"

72. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't suppose to see that."

73. "Well I think you're beautiful."

74. "Your feet are so cold!"

75. "You come here often?" "Well I work here, so I'll have to say yes."

76. "You met me yesterday though?" "Yes, and I would die for you in one second. Next question."

77. "I can't stop smiling."

78. "Did you see it?"

79. "Don't leave me alone."

80. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

81. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I gonna do?"

82. "How can you drink that stuff?"

83. "Stop apologizing for other people! You aren't the shitty one!"

84. "I just wanna be swept off my feet. Is that so much to ask?"

85. "Oh, my ankle! It must be broken!" *wink wink*

86. "These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaing about your tie you whine ass." *

87. "I don't want to ruin your party."

88. "Could you just come get me?"

89. "Now I have to start counting all over again!"

90. "Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"

91. "You are very endearing while you are half-asleep."

92. "But I want to hear you sing!"

93. "No- Mom- don't tell him I said that. Wait!" *

94. "And you wonder why you are still single."

95. "Somebodys cranky." "Somebody needs to shut up."

96. "She's hot. But she's evil."

97. "Pinky promise!"

98. "I'd rather jump out that window. But thanks." *

99. "Hello, sunshine."

100. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

BONUS:

Prompts based on things my best friend has said (changed a little bit for context)

1b. "Man, I hope this ice melts soon."

2b. "Holy SHIT the Disney World parking lot is packed."

3b. "Those tree lights are burning my retinas."

4b. "These are fun to work with." "Not to eat." "No!"

5b. "I mean, I could hit a kid with a car."

6b. "You up? I need to call you! It's not bad it's just kinda funny!"

7b. "Wow I can't imagine being that rich! How old are the kids, maybe I can date one."

8b. "The oldest I would go? 98 I think, for money purposes."

Thank you guys so much. I love you all. SEND ME THOSE ASKS!!!

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Saving Grace - Part 5

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

A/N -Sorry summary sucks! If i say too much it will give things away! 💜

Warning: Slight smut happens (poorly written!😂)

As I walked into the common room with Bucky i was pulled aside by Wanda.

"Hey easy Wanda!" Bucky snapped reaching for me to make sure i didn't stumble.

"Woah! Wan, whats wrong?"

"His here!" She said wide eyed looking like she was about to go into panic mode.

"Who is here?"

"Steve!!"

"Wh...what??!" I stuttered, that was the last person i expected her say.

"Yeah he just showed up wanting to see everyone"

"Where's Harrison??!"

Wanda looked worried and shook her head.

"Wanda where is my son!?!"

"His with Clint, Sam and Steve"

"Why didn't anyone call me!! i would've come straight back!!"

"We tried calling you both but there was no answer. Clint figured you put them on silent in the hospital"

"Shit!"

"Its okay, why dont you go wait in the car and i'll go get Harrison. I'll be 2 minutes" Bucky said with a tight lipped smile as he hand rubbed my back, he was marching off towards them before i had time to reply to him.

"Come on i'll walk down with you" Wanda smiled sadly before linking her arm with mine and leading the way.

2 minutes later i saw Bucky walking towards the car with Harrison in one arm and Fred the dinosaur tucked in the other along with Harrisons bag.

"You weren't joking when you said 2 minutes" Wanda stated looking impressed.

"Guys a punk!" Bucky mumbled as he opened the car door and strapped Harrison into his seat.

"Thanks for the heads up Wanda, I'm so glad i didn't have to face him. I dont want him knowing about the baby"

"Your welcome" she smiled "so your not going to tell him about the baby?"

"he doesn't deserve to know....Steve made his choice now I've made mine" i shrugged "i'll see you tomorrow, lets go home Bucky".

"Goodnight planet, goodnight world.

Peaceful clouds around Earth curled.

Goodnight ice and goodnight snow.

Goodnight lights above, aglow" i could hear Bucky reading Harrisons favourite book to him later that night. I couldn't help but stand in the doorway listening, Harrison was cuddled up to Bucky looking at the pictures at he read the story.

"Goodnight oceans deep and wide.

Rocking ships upon the tide.

Goodnight trucks and cars and planes.

Goodnight rockets, goodnight trains.

Goodnight birds, goodnight bees.

Goodnight fishes in the seas.

Goodnight flowers, goodnight grasses.

Curled up tight while darkness passes.

Goodnight lions, tigers, too.

And all the animals in the zoo.

Goodnight shadows in the park.

Goodnight dog that doesn't bark.

Goodnight teddies, goodnight books.

Goodnight sparrows, starlings, rooks.

Goodnight sounds of distant cars.

And in the sky, a million stars.

Goodnight moon, goodnight sun.

Goodnight, goodnight to everyone.

All is well in my small world,

Around my mothers heart I'm curled"

By the time Bucky had finished the book Harrison was fast asleep.

Bucky carefully slid out of Harrisons bed making sure to pull up the covers, he put the book on the side cabinet and turned off the lamp leaving the night light on that was projecting small stars.

"I kinda want you to read me a story now" i smiled as he walked towards me.

"Anytime sweetheart, just say the word" he beamed as he pulled me in for a hug.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"I was actually thinking i might have an early night I'm exhausted" i said trying to hold back a yawn.

"Oh okay"

"Will you come and lay with me?"

"Sure" he nodded pressing a kiss to my forehead "let me go change real quick".

I changed into a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt before climbing into bed and waiting for Bucky. I heard a light knock on the doorframe and looked up go see a nervous looking Bucky wearing blue plaid pyjama pants a tight black t-shirt.... how did he make that look ao good?!

"Come in Buck" i smiled throwing back the covers. He walked over and got into bed curling his body around mine acting as the big spoon.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly making me smile and nod my head.

"Its perfect. I love being in your arms Bucky..... you make everything seem better"

"Im glad" by the tone of his voice i could tell he was smiling too. His hand was laying on my swollen belly, gently moving his thumb back and forth as we laid in silence.

"Oh god!" Bucky said suddenly going still.

"What?"

"I just felt the baby move!!" He sat up so he could look at my stomach.

"You've felt it before Buck" i chuckled.

"Not like that! Girls got quite the kick on her now"

"She's just saying hi"

"Hi sweet girl" Bucky cooed at my belly before pressing a kiss to my stomach.

"Can i kiss you?" He asked looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I bit my lip as i nodded my head, how could one man be so bloody perfect!!

Bucky moved back up and gently kissed me, his hand cradling my face. I couldn't help but let out a small moan when he kissed me harder which made him smile, boy did he know how to kiss!!

I felt his hand move up my ribs and cup my breast and i was a mess! It'd had been so long since i had felt anything like this, mixed with my pregnancy hormones.....god help me!! I could feel the wetness between my legs already and he'd barely touched me! I was suddenly aware of Bucky hard against my hip and couldn't help but push my hips back further to feel more of him. He let out the most beautiful noise, one of shock and pleasure before his hand landed on my hip to hold me still.

"Im sorry doll" he said breathlessly letting his head fall against my shoulder.

"Its fine Bucky" i smiled running my hands through his hair "we can do this"

"You sure?"

I nodded quickly before rolling my hips into him again making him growl!! It was sexy as hell!! Suddenly Bucky's hand slipped from my hip tracing down to the elastic band of my shorts "can i?" He asked softly, forever the gentleman!

"Yes! Oh god yes!" I nodded quickly, his hand slipped easily inside my shorts and his fingers found my clit.

"Fuck your soaked...." he mumbled against my ear and i felt myself blush.

"Im not sure how long I'm gonna last doll, its been a long time since I've done any of this...." he suddenly admitted as his fingers continued exploring.

"Longer than me if you keep that up!!" I moaned rubbing my ass harder against his clothed cock. We were like a couple of horny teenagers!!

"Oh god.... Buck that feels so good"

"Yeah?"

"Mmmm" i moaned and felt his lips pressed to my neck hitting that spot that drives you wild. When i felt his fingers enter me slowly i couldn't help but reach up and grab a handful of his hair.

I was ready to explode!! God if he could make me feel this good with just his fingers..... my thoughts were cut off when i suddenly felt that snap and found myself coming around his fingers followed by Bucky's cry of release as his slowed the rutting of his hips.

"Wow.... that was unexpected" he smiled before kissing me hard, i squirmed when i felt him pull his hand from my shorts, his fingers stroking over my clit as they passed.

"That was mind blowing!" I chuckled suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.

"It really was.... i cant remember feeling so good"

"We should probably get cleaned up"

"Your right, come on" he said rolling out of the bed smiling.

"help me up please my legs feel like jello" i giggled holding my hands out to him.

"Yes m'am".

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atiny-piratequeen · 5 years ago

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Amber Romance

Pairing: Femdom Reader x Yeosang

Genre: Smut, Pwp, Fluff

WC: 6.4k+

Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Gentle Femdom, Scent Kink, Masturbation (Male Receiving), Pegging, Fingering (Male Receiving), Riding (Female Receiving), Slight Overstimulation

Summary: Yeosang is worried about you missing his last Wonderland performance with the team, so you give him your sweater so he won't be sad while you're away.It's laced with the scent of you and Yeosang finds himself in a rather...interesting predicament when he notices how he starts associating your scent with all of your more...heated nights together

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“You’re not gonna miss our last performance, right?” Yeosang inquired hesitantly, frowning as he watched you pack a sizeable suitcase into your car. Mingi was beside you, looking guilty as he looked between you both.

“Are you sure this is alright, Y/n? I can always ask manager-nim to drive me to Incheon-”

You held up your finger, gently quieting the red headed idol as you sent Yeosang a kind and understanding look.

“Mingi and I are just going to check up with the doctors, run some tests, and let him see his family while he’s there. You boys are busy with promotions, so I’m not gonna bother your manager when he’s already so busy. Besides, I’m kinda his underling, so it looks good if I can do this when he needs someone to take care of Mingi. I promise we’ll be back for your performance, Yeosangie.” You soften your voice, cupping his cheek to kiss him lighty.

Yeosang hummed against your lips, nodding after the two of you broke apart. Yunho clapped him on the shoulder as the others filed out of the dorms to give both you and Mingi hugs, waving goodbye to the both of you.

“Ah, Yeosang here-” You reached into your car’s back seat, passing him your favorite sweater. It was an overgrown one, so it could easily fit him. Yeosang blinked in confusion as you pushed the cotton sweater into his hands.

“Just wear that while I’m gone and think of me! I’ll be back before you know it~” You chirp, kissing him one more time before hurrying to your car, waving to the remaining seven boys one last time before you pulled off.

Yeosang’s hand fell after you were out of sight as he looked down at the sweater. A small smile graced his lips as he hugged it to himself, turning to head back inside with the other boys.

-2 Days Later-

Yeosang unpacked quickly once he was in his room. Today, he was the one that won the rock, paper, scissors for the solo room, so he had it all to himself as he plopped down heavily on his bed in your sweater. He buried his nose in the neck of the overgrown sweater, smiling sleepily as the scent of you filled his nose. Yeosang had gotten so used to this smell in your months of dating and now the scent of your perfume-something he was sure you’d always gotten from Victoria’s Secret, if his memory served right-was something that always flooded his mind with the memories you’d made together.

The nights you spent on those long drives home from the company, with you seated in his lap, your head tucked under his chin.

The days he put his head in your lap, humming as the sun's rays warmed his face as you comb your fingers through his hair.

The times you intimately pulled him aside after practice, pulling him into a closet to exchange sloppy, hasty kisses. The way you palmed him through his sweatpants, smiling against his neck as you stroked him to completion, promising much more later.

Yeosang cracked his eyes open, he hadn't realized he closed them, but he felt heat bloom in the pit of his stomach the more he inhaled your perfume through the soft material.

"Ah, Yeosangie~ We're alone now. Shall we play a bit?"

His breath hitched as he palmed himself, a soft sound between a moan and a whine leaving his lips as he felt his cock, stiff and begging for attention. Your voice filled his head as his mind began to wander more.

One hand dipped into his boxers, stroking his cock to full hardness as you rolled your thumb over his head lazily. The other trailed up your sweater on him, exposing his chest as you leaned down to lick and suck at one of his nipples.

"N-noona…" he whimpered, arching his back as he pinched and rolled the nub until it was tender and puffy.

"Yes baby? What do you want?"

He whines, wishing he could hold onto you, his voice shaking as he squeezed his eyes shut, fearing he'd lose the vision of you if he opened them. His hand worked faster, louder moans echoing in the room.

"T-touch me more, Noona...I miss you, I want you, a-ahh ~" He thrusted into his hand, trembling as he breathed in deeply between moans, the warm scent flooding his senses.

"My sweet baby boy~ Does it feel good, playing with yourself in your Noona's sweater? Such a pretty picture. Let's play some more, Sangie~"

Yeosang brought a trembling hand up to his mouth, sucking at his long fingers as he slowed his pace, goosebumps rising on his skin as he thought of the other times your scent flooded his mind.

Your legs tightly clamped around his waist, his face buried in between your breasts as your nails ran down his back.

His face buried in your pillow, clawing weakly at the sheets below as you held his hips, your soft chest against his back as you trusted into him, the slicked up toy sliding in and out of him effortlessly.

God, he wanted it. He missed you, he needed you bad.

"Go ahead, baby. Get that sweet little hole prepped for me. I'll take good care of you when I get back."

Yeosang brought his spit slick fingers down between his legs, pausing in stroking his own cock long enough to toss the boxers away completely, spreading his legs as he pushed one digit into himself, moaning against your sweater.

"Good boy, Yeosang. Always such a good boy. Moan louder for me, let me know it feels good."

"Y/n-" he whined your name breathlessly, his voice unstable as his strokes lost their rhythm. He was desperate, sliding the second and third in, a groan rolling past his lips as he stretched himself.

Idly, he wondered why he didn't just bring a toy with him to the hotel. Usually he did just incase-

Just in case he had the urge to be good for you. His heart always stuttered at the pleased look on your face whenever he presented one of the toys to you, like a puppy eager and desperate to play.

God, he missed you.

"N-noona, I can't- I-" he spread his legs wider, his thighs starting to tremble. He wanted to feel more, your hands on him, caressing and stroking whatever you could, your lips against his ear, purring praise and sweet nothings to him, the feeling of one of your strapons filling him up in just the right way-

And the near maddening scent of sex, sweat, and your perfume making him slip away, giving you complete control.

"Ah~ Go ahead, cum for Noona. Let me see how pretty my baby boy looks."

Yeosang let out a strangled gasp, curling his fingers slightly. Stars exploded behind his lids as he came against his fist, your name tumbling out of his mouth as the feeling of his orgasm washed over him.

He blushed, looking down hastily to see if any of it landed on your sweater. A pleased sound left his lips when he saw he was in the clear, biting his lip as he looked at his own cum covered fist.

The brunette grabbed his phone, opening the kakaotalk chat between you two shakily. He made sure the camera was facing him before pressing record, running his tongue over his hand, his cheeks flushed as he looked into the phone camera.

"Noona, I miss you. Make sure you come back soon, okay?" He pouted, knowing full well what kind of response he’d get once he hit send.

His phone lit up ten minutes after he had cleaned up and settled back into bed, still snug in your sweater as he unlocked it.

��Is that what you’re up to when I’m away, baby? Don’t worry, I’ll be there tomorrow and you can show me up close how much you miss me, hm?’

Yeosang bit his lip, feeling his heart skip a beat. Would you really make it to the performance in time tomorrow? The phone light illuminated his flushed cheeks as his thumbs flew over the screen.

‘I hope so, Noona. I’m looking forward to it.’

With that, he locked his phone and gently set it aside, curling up slightly as he felt exhaustion and fatigue take him. He drifted off, breathing in the comforting scent of your perfume as sleep pulled him under.

-xoxo-

“Okay, this is the last performance of our promoting, boys. I’m proud of everyone. Mingi and Y/n said they would do their best to beat the traffic and get here but Y/n isn’t answering her phone so I don’t know if they’ll be able to make it.” Hongjoong briefed everyone once they had gotten situated in their uniforms and had their makeup and hair done.

Yeosang tried to hide the small bite of disappointment that flickered in his eyes when he heard the news.

It’s alright. They’re coming. Even if they don’t see them perform, they’d all be able to go home together.

Wooyoung, sensing his friend’s distress, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, smiling at him.

“Hey, don’t frown like that. Y/n can’t enjoy us performing if you’re all pouty and sad, right? Just believe she’ll be here and it’ll happen!” He beamed. Yeosang looked at him, blinking once, twice, before a small smile graced his own face.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”

They filtered out of the dressing room, shuffling into position with their background dancers as their waited for the music queue.

Yeosang felt his heart hammer as they started, snapping his head up. He did his best not to make it obvious as he scanned the crowd, and really he tried his best not to break character and smile wide when he saw Mingi in the front row, glasses perched on his nose and a hat on his head to hide his hair. Nobody seemed to notice him and Yeosang thought idly about whether or not he was surrounded by other staff members.

His heart nearly stopped as he drifted his gaze down from his friend, finding you staring at him with your arms crossed, watching his every move. There was a fond smile on your face, but the look in your eyes nearly made him stumble.

Pure desire.

He held your gaze for longer than intended, grateful for muscle memory as it took him across the floor, effortlessly keeping up with the boys and the performance despite the growing pit in his stomach at the way you tilted your jaw up, licking your lips slowly as the final part of the performance electrified the venue.

Wonderland ended, and Yeosang felt slightly more out of breath than usual, though he knew it wasn’t from dancing as he watched your eyes run up the length of his body-lingering a bit longer on his pelvic region-before landing on his face. You clapped calmly from beside an excited Mingi, blowing Yeosang a kiss and a wave as the two of them were subtly ushered away by staff as Ateez made their way off of the stage.

As the seven boys entered the dressing room, they were all engulfed by Mingi’s arms as he excitedly ran up to them, cheering and congratulating them for doing so well.

“Ah, but it’s not the same without you-”

“Don’t worry. We’re back early because Mingi’s been cleared. You all can rest up now, then we start practicing for your Mama stage.” You inform them politely, reminding them of your presence. They all break up, bouncing eagerly as they all began talking at the same time about everything from Mingi and Jongho’s steady and healthy recoveries, to their future Mama stage.

Yeosang couldn’t focus on any of it, though. He stood rooted in his spot as he watched you. A small smile came to your face and you tilted your head, opening your arms and laughing as he immediately crossed the distance, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you happily.

“I’ve been gone for just a few days, Yeo-ya!” You giggle against his lips, but the way he nuzzled your was a silent way of him telling you that even those days apart left him missing you dearly. Your heart fluttered for a moment, sending him a playful smirk as he finally set you down after the boys began teasing the two of you, making kissing noises from behind you.

“You should’ve heard him, Y/n. He’s like a little puppy when you’re gone.” Seonghwa teased from across the room as a stylist took off his hair extension. Yeosang went red, hiding his face as you looked up at him, a knowing smile on your face.

“Yeah! He wouldn’t take your sweater off, either. I think he might end up taking it. Isn’t it usually the girlfriend that does that sort of thing? Does that make it a girlfriend sweater?” Yunho inquired, putting a finger to his chin as he tilted his head. Yeosang made a sound of protest, darting over to one of the seats so he could be helped out of his uniform carefully by one of the stylists. You watched his every move, noticing the bag on the floor that belong to him had the familiar form of the sweater you gave him sticking out from it.

Yeosang slid it over his head once he was back in his street clothes, hiding his face in the overgrown collar when he caught your gaze again after the boys had broke off to have their own uniforms removed as well as their accessories.

You sat down beside him on the couch as they did, lacing your fingers with his and giving him a subtle squeeze.

“Noona is gonna show you how much she missed you, baby.” you coo, smiling at the way he shuddered, squeezing your hand tighter.

Satisfied, you settled back on the couch beside him, crossing your legs.

-xoxo-

“We’re all alone for a bit, baby. I told Hongjoong-ah to take the boys out to dinner so we could have a little...quality time~” You coo once the two of you get inside his and Wooyoung’s shared room. You pushed him against a wall, dropping your bag carelessly to the floor as you pressed your lips to the underside of his jaw.

Yeosang’s head fell back against the wall, eyes half lidded as he watched you kiss down his jaw. A low sound close to a purr left your lips as you palmed him through his sweatpants. He let out a whine, blushing as he was once again hit with the scent of your perfume. That and the heated way you’d been eyeing him all night had him rock hard already and the two of you hadn’t even done anything yet.

"You're already fully hard, Yeosang-ah...were you expecting me to have you all alone? Hm?" You tease against his Adam's apple, dipping your hand into his pants as you waited for a response.

"N-no, I...ah, it's embarrassing-" he bit his lip, and you noticed the way his cheeks darkened when you look up to meet his eyes.

Curious, you cock a brow, dipping your hand into his lowered zipper to slide his cock out of his boxers. He let out a small choked groan when you grabbed his heated skin, a moan falling from his lips as you slowly stroked him.

"Embarrassing? What is?"

"I...I sometimes get hard when I smell your perfume, Noona. I-it reminds me of you." He muttered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to face you. You blink in surprise before kissing him, swallowing down the surprised moan that left his lips as you stroked him faster.

"That's so cute, Yeo." You growl against his soft lips, running your thumb along the length of the thick vein at the underside of his cock. Yeosang jolted in your arms, brows knotting up as he resisted the urge to thrust into your hand.

"C-cute?"

"You had my sweater this whole time, too...Did you think of me in that way when you wore it?" You press, pulling away from his lips long enough to watch his face. Your brows go up as the cogs in your head spun.

“Did you wear my sweater when played the night you sent me that video?”

Yeosang sent you a small, embarrassed look before he looked away quickly, thinking of a few days prior when he stroked himself to completion, his face buried in the high, oversized neck of your sweater.

"Ah~? You did? You're too much. You keep on, and I'll eat you alive." You tease, licking at his lips. He may not have responded, but the look on his face said it all.

"Y-you don't think it's weird?" Yeosang looked down at you, searching your eyes. He was met with a sweltering look that nearly melted him on the spot.

"Absolutely not. I would've loved to see you in my oversized sweater, all flustered and moaning for me as you cum…"You trail off and a thought pops into your head, your eyes widening as a smile tugged at your lips. Yeosang noticed the look and swallowed hard.

That look usually came right before particularly earth-shattering evenings.

"Yeosangie~ You should go change. I want you in nothing but my sweater, okay?" You order, moving out of his space. It had gotten too hot on the drive home and he had taken it off while in the car, content to cuddle with you in lieu of curling up in the big sweater.

He whined in displeasure at the loss of both your body heat and your hand on his cock, but he moved quickly, plucking his t-shirt off first. He stepped hastily out of his sweatpants, but paused at his boxers, blushing hard as he toyed with the waistband.

“N-Noona, can we...can we do that tonight?” He inquired, looking in your direction. His breath caught when he found you had already yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly (Wooyoung would forgive you for the mess later). You held his gaze, making sure to take your time peeling off your high waisted joggers, leaving you clad in nothing but your bra and lace boyshorts you wore underneath the snugly fit pants, the colors contrasting beautiful with your skin tone.

“Do what, baby?” You hum, crossing the distance between you both in long strides. Yeosang licks his suddenly dry lips as you press against his back, your breasts squishing against it as you wrapped your arms around him, settling your hands over his.

“A-ah...you’re gonna make me say it?” He stammered, whining when you pulled his boxers down, one hand going back around his cock while the other gently squeezed one of his ass cheeks.

“I am, especially since you still haven’t done what I told you to do.” You tease, dragging your nails over his cheek, your thumb rolling over the head of his cock. He shuddered and groaned, squirming in your arms, subtly pressing his hips closer to your hand, thrusting in and out of your fist until you placed a warning nip to his shoulder.

“Yeosang, don’t make me repeat myself.” Your voice was a low warning, and he whined, looking back at you.

“Are...are you going to...p-peg me, Y/n?” He mumbled. You giggle from behind him, loving the way the tips of his ears reddened from asking.

“Baby boy, did you think I wouldn’t?” You hum, kissing over the small area you nipped at before, rewarding him by stroking him faster. Yeosang groaned, knees buckling slightly as you pumped his cock in your hand, kneading his cheek.

“Noona’ll take real good care of you, Yeosangie. Now, go do what I told you to do.” You remind him of your original instruction, slapping his ass as encouragement as you stepped away once more. Yeosang yelped and nodded, moving over to the small tote he brought out with him when he left for the venue. Inside of it was a thick, oversized sweater.

You stood back, a satisfied smile on your face as Yeosang slid the camel-colored sweater on over his head, turning to face you once he was finished.

On you, it went down mid thigh, the sleeves large enough to completely conceal your arms if you put them down. Yeosang was a few inches taller than you, so the sweater stopped just below the curve of his ass. The tips of his fingers poked out from under the sleeves, and you noticed the way he ducked half of his face into the high collar, shuffling under your appreciating gaze.

“Lay down for me on your bed.” Your voice was a low purr, and Yeosang swallowed thickly, feeling his dick twitch in interest before he nodded, hurrying up to his own bed. You made your way to the duffle bag you dropped at the door when you came in, pushing past all your miscellaneous items to find a satin drawstring bag at the bottom. You picked it out, smiling as you made your way back to the bed, climbing up the ladder in a slow ascent, like a lioness stalking closer to her prey.

Yeosang was seated in the middle of his bed, the soft cotton of your sweater covering his hardness. When he saw your head pop up, he shuffled onto his back, shyly pulling at the ends of your sweater to hide himself.

“Ah, don’t be shy. Show me what you did before.” You instructed, climbing over until you were seated at his left, eyes half lidded as you watched him. He looked up at you, his face still obscured by the collar of your sweater. You ran your hand up his thighs, humming at the way they flexed under your touch. They were toned from his dancing, and you would love to take time to appreciate them tonight, but you had other plans.

“C’mon, baby boy. Spread your legs.” You urged, tapping his knee with his fingers. Yeosang bit his lip and nodded, spreading his legs obediently for you.

“Good. Now play with yourself just like how you did before.”

Yeosang nodded, reaching down to wrap his hands around his cock, stroking himself slowly. He let out a small sigh, finally relieved. When he inhaled, he was reminded that he was surrounded by the scent of you, and he felt his cock twitch in his hand.

“You’re tone...its so low, baby. Were you quiet in the hotel room?” You inquire, your eyes drifting up to his face. He moaned shakily and nodded, keening when you ran a hand through his hair fondly.

“Louder, you don’t have to be quiet now that I’m here.” You told him, smiling as he let out a loud moan, stroking himself faster. He closed his eyes, your name falling from his lips as he spread his legs wider, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You sit back on your haunches, watching as he swirled his tongue around his fingers, his strokes slowing down as he moved his other hand down, his slick fingers circling his pucker. Your eyes darken, biting your lip as you watched him push two long digits into himself. A small whine left his mouth as he spread his legs wider, eyes closing as he stretched and stroked himself. You noticed the way he turned his head, burying his nose in the collar of your sweater, his soft moans turning into desperate whines.

He wanted more already.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips.

“You’re not used to doing it yourself, hm? Here, I’ll help you, Yeo-ya.”

You crawled between his legs, gently pulling his hand away, lips pursing as he whined at the loss of fingers inside of him. You pulled the satin sack you’d brought up closer to yourself, your hand brushing past the main attraction for a moment as you grabbed the bottle beside it, pulling out a half full bottle of lube.

Yeosang watched you, his hands still slowly stroking himself as you lubed up your own fingers, sliding two slick digits in. A small, needy moan left his lips as you curled and stretched your fingers apart. His hand stilled on his cock, and you noticed the way he clenched around you.

“Pull the collar down, look at me.” You order, your own voice strained as you resisted the ever growing urge to grab your strap on and fuck him into the mattress.

Soon.

For now, you wanted to make him beg you for it.

Yeosang nodded, pulling the oversized collar down to expose his flushed face. He looked at you through his chestnut colored bangs, hips twitching as you rewarded him with a third finger.

“P-Please, noona...don’t tease me, I need it.”

“Mm? Need what?” Your lips curl at the way he groans, choosing to press your fingers down, stroking over his prostate. He gasped, thrusting into his own hand as you began massaging the sensitive bundle, leaning over him to press your lips against his cheek, quickening your fingers inside of him.

“Ah! P-please, Y/n!”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you~” You sang, knocking his hand away from his cock to stroke him yourself. He panted, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as he pressed his face between your breasts, kissing between the soft mounds.

“Ah, flattery won’t get you anywhere tonight, baby. Words will.” You scolded, slowing your hands down. He shook his head, squeezing you tight against him as he blushed, hiding his face fully between your breasts as he spoke.

“I need you inside of me, noona. Please?”

"Very good, Yeosang~"

You kiss the corner of his eye, your lips against his birthmark as you pull your fingers out of him. Sitting back, you move your attention to the satin pouch once more, pulling the harness for the strap on out. Yeosang watched you, squirming as you situated the purple dildo into the harness. You notice the way his legs subtly spread wider, a low hum leaving your throat.

“I didn’t even tell you to do anything yet and you’re already spreading your legs wider? Do you like it that much?” You tease, spreading a liberal coat of lube onto the toy before you crawl between his legs, your knees settled between his thighs as you watched him nod.

“I can’t help it, Y/n...you make it feel so good.” He admitted, his lisp more pronounced than ever as he spoke. You lick your lips, bearing over his body to kiss him slowly, savoring the way he melted below you. He parted his lips, groaning against your mouth as your tongue met his, neither of you fighting for control of the kiss. A small whine left the back of his throat as you pressed the head of the silicone dick against his hole, pushing into him slowly.

Yeosang mewled against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where your hips met, his back arched slightly as you rolled your hips slowly. You push at his chest lightly, making him lie down flat as you sat back, holding his thighs firmly.

“You always take me so well, Yeosangie.” You coo, your hips meeting his thighs with every thrust as you moved them faster, lips curling up as Yeosang groaned louder, closing his eyes as he tugged at the sheets.

“N-noona, it feels good. I w-was thinking about this so much..." he breathed, closing his eyes as his body rocked slightly, hips subtly moving down to meet your thrusts. You smile fondly at him, listening to his moaning quicken as you trail a hand up the sweater, lightly running your hand over his lithe, toned stomach.

A moan caught in his throat as you tweaked his nipple lightly, a small cat-like smile on your face. You continued to toy with the small brown nub until it was fully perked and puffy from the attention. Yeosang reached for his cock ahead as you moved your hand to the other bud.

"Ah, no touching anymore, Sangie. You're gonna cum from my strap alone." You purr, knocking his hand away. He opened his eyes, his lips wet and plump from him biting and licking them throughout the night.

"Y-you want me-ahh fuck please!-t-to cum untouched?" He groaned, pausing mid sentence to collect himself as you snapped your hips forward, rocking faster and harder into him.

"Absolutely~ You've done it before for me, y’know." You remind him, sliding your hand from under the sweater to hold his hips. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out were airy, whiny moans as you slammed into that electric bundle once more.

"Fuck! Right there!"

"Oh ho~? Such naughty language. Did I hit something good?" You tease, pressing closer to him, rocking into him as hard and fast as you could. Yeosang cried out below you, fists balled up in the sheets as he pulled them, desperately wishing he could stroke himself.

"Please don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop, don't stop, a-ahhn~ " he groaned, unable to keep his eyes open as the pleasure took over him. His toes curled, his knees trembling as he felt himself growing closer and closer, his legs wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

"Does it feel good? Will you cum?" You hum, tilting your head to the side as you watch him. He whined and nodded, thighs trembling around your waist. You ran a hand up the side of one of them, the other cupping his cheek as you bent over, caressing his face as he looked up at you through hazy eyes. He nodded, his lip tucked tightly between his teeth as he tried to stifle the desperation in his whimpers the more the toy abused and pressed against his prostate.

“Let go for me, baby. Let me hear it.” You urge him, kissing all over his face as he arched his back, clinging to you for dear life as his moans grew once more in volume. He tucked his head in between the junction between your neck and shoulder, shuddering as he whined, the smell of sex, sweat, and Amber Romance making his mind completely fuzzy.

“Y/n-! I c-can’t hold on anymore, I-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You finally gave him the ‘ok’, putting your palms at either side of his head as you rocked wildly into him, smiling as the bed creaked from the change of pace. Yeosang threw his head back, a broken half-scream leaving his lips as an earth shattering orgasm rolled over him.

You hold yourself down, pressed deep inside of him as you watch the way his face changes, his brows pinched up and his eyes screwed tightly shut as his cum messily landed on both of your stomachs.

You stayed right there, hips joined with his ass as you watched him slowly fall back to the bed, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Yeosang let out a small sound of protest as you went to pull away, easing the slick toy out of him.

“You did so good, Yeosangie.” You praise, cupping his cheek to kiss him lightly. Yeosang blushed and smiled, kissing you back. There was no push for dominance, just both of you enjoying each other’s warmth.

You ran the tips of your fingers over his abdomen, smiling at the way the toned muscle underneath flexed at your tough. You scooped up the remains of his pearl-colored release, winking at his flushed face as you licked it off of them.

“You’re sweet~ Someone’s been eating well~” You tease, laughing as he swatted weakly at you, blushing.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just-”

You burst into laughter with him, kissing him lightly as you laid down on top of him, smiling widely. The laughter died down and you caressed his face, your expression softening as he looked up at you.

“I never took care of you, Y/n.” He mused after a comfortable silence stretched between you two. You hummed, remembering the telltale ache between your thighs.

“Ah, but you’re probably sensitive. It’s okay-”

His hands wrapped around your waist as he met your eyes, biting his lip.

“I want to make you feel good, too. It’s not fair if only I cum.”

You sit up, looking at him before you tossed a leg over his waist, straddling him. He moved to put his hands on your waist, but you caught them, placing them above his head. He watched you, teasingly running his tongue over one of your nipples before you could pull away. A small moan left your lips before you rolled your hips down over his reawakening cock, smiling at the sharp inhale that came from him.

“So sensitive, but you want to please me? What did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” You praise, rolling your hips to and fro until he was fully hard and panting already. Satisfied, you held his cock up, sending him a sultry look as you sank down on him.

“Oh my god.”both of you gasp in unison. Yeosang forced himself to keep his eyes open, whimpering as he watched you rise and fall, unsure where to focus his attention on.

Your face with those intense eyes gazing holes through him as you clenched around him, greedily keeping every inch of his cock inside of you even as you rolled your hips faster?

Your breasts, jiggling from the motions as you braced yourself with your hands on his abdomen, palms splayed out across his toned stomach?

His eyes eventually landed between your legs, a choked sound leaving his mouth as he watched his cock disappear and reappear every time you rose and fell on his cock.

“D-do you like what you see, Yeo-ya? Look at how wet you made Noona~” You tease, shifting so you set your hands on his thighs behind you, leaning your body back so you were on full display for him, smiling wildly at the way he gripped the bars of his bed to keep himself from touching you, breathing hard through his nose as he felt himself getting lost in your wet heat.

“I l-love it, Noona...Thank you s-so much- ahhh fuck” He rose his hips, meeting you with hard thrusts every time you came down, and part of you wanted to snap your hips down and tease him for not being able to keep still, but the desperate look on his face made you go easy on him this time.

You close your eyes, nails raking over his thighs as you sped up your own bouncing as well, thighs trembling as you felt your own orgasm getting closer and closer. Yeosang didn’t let up, keeping his hands on the bars as the sound of skin on skin flooded the room once more, coupled by your combined shaky moans as your release drew closer.

“Yeosang!” You clenched down, eyes screwing shut as you felt that coil finally snap, eyes fluttering as you came hard. Yeosang cursed from below you, his grip white knuckled on the bars as he stopped his thrusts, whining.

You open your eyes, looking down at him before smiling lazily, tilting your head.

“Oh? Stopped yourself just for me?” You hum, caressing his thighs idly. You noticed the scratches there and smiled. The stylists wouldn’t yell at you much for them since it was autumn and soon to be winter and no one would be seeing Yeosang’s legs any time soon, anyway.

“I...I need permission so I can-” He grit his teeth, a desperate look on his face as he looked up at you. You studied him for a moment before smiling, pushing yourself off of his thighs and crawling up his body to get back into his face, kissing him tenderly as you nodded.

“Do it. Cum for me baby.” You urge him with a sharp rise and fall of your hips. Yeosang groaned and resumed his wild thrusting up, desperate for his second release as his cock slid in and out of your dripping cunt. You lowered your lips to his ear, moaning praise and encouragement to him as his hips stuttered.

With a strangled, near breathless cry of your name, you felt heat flood inside of you and purred, teasingly clenching around Yeosang as he came.

“N-Noona….” He panted, finally letting his sweaty head drop to the pillow, spent and out of breath. You hum above him, treating him to butterfly kisses all across his face and neck as he came down, still fully seated with him inside of you.

“You did so good for me~ Maybe I should go on trips and leave you with my ‘girlfriend sweaters’ more often if this is what I come back to~” You joke, rolling your hips experimentally. Yeosang weakly grabbed your hips to still you, shaking his head.

“A-ah, no...If you could not, that would be great. In fact, I’d like it a lot more if you stayed with me.” He pouted. You smile and kissed his pouty lips, wrapping your arms around his neck once he moved to sit up.

“I get it, I get it. We should shower before the others get back.” You suggest, finally lifting your hips and letting his cock slide out of you. Yeosang whined at the loss, but nodded regardless.

“Sounds good, Y/n.” He nodded, finally peeling your sweater off as the two of you made your way down the bunk. Yeosang moved to grab the towels for you both when you suddenly remembered one of your purchases while you and Mingi were in Incheon.

“Oh~ While I was in Incheon, I picked up some new perfume~ Maybe we should go sweater shopping soon too, hm~” You purr, grabbing his ass suggestively as you walked by. Yeosang froze for a moment, watching your backside as you left.

After a moment, he followed closely after you, a blush on his cheeks at the idea of more nights like this, being pressed against the mattress with the scent of you flooding his senses.

The thought alone made him shudder, and he was more than happy to try it out, though nothing could compare to the warm feeling that bloomed through his body as he thought of you and your Amber Romance.

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