#Get that girl some brown contacts please I'm begging

[table-top-horror]

Farscape writers realised that Ben Browder had the most pretty shining blue eyes and a beautiful round ass and decided to take the correct course of action and highlight both of them in the 2nd season and I think that's so beautiful 🥹

[intromortal]

MAKING OUT WITH FRESH OUT OF THE SHOWER HEE !

PAIRING: lee heeseung and kinda shy!reader

WARNINGS: hee is a menace, making out, grinding, not proofread sorey

a/n: this was an ask but i'm a dumbass and deleted the entire post

you were hanging out at heeseung's place like usual, lazily scrolling through your phone while he took a quick shower. this was routine for you.

except he usually came out changed in a fresh set of clothes and hair barely damp. definitely not with red strands completely wet, dripping on his very naked shoulders and torso and with a white towel loosely wrapped around his hips, hanging so low you could start to see the shape of a v form.

you didn't mean to ogle, truly. but the way rivulets of water ran close to his brown perked nipples and on his chiseled abs, following the defined lines they created, had you simply salivating.

you cast away your gaze shamefully once you realized what you were doing, cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

you cleared your throat with difficulty as he kept moving around his room, opening drawers in search of something to change in with all the ease in the world, like he had no rush to cover himself whatsoever.

“uhm… can i maybe ask why you’re literally naked right now,” you interrogated, a hint of irritation in your tone. not that you minded the view obviously, you thought it would come quite in handy during lonely nights when you needed to get yourself off actually. but it was also not gonna help your blossoming feelings for the man in front of you.

“i just forgot to bring clothes with me when i went in,” he deadpanned, shrugging his shoulders while his eyebrow lifted playfully at you.

“you could’ve just asked me to hand you some, you know.” you were doing anything in your power to avoid his gaze. or better yet, the sight of his glistening skin. “i’m sure i could’ve found everything for you in no time.”

definitely faster than how long he was taking anyways.

“oh, so you just wanted to rummage through my drawers then,” he said, finally grabbing a pair of underwear and sweats. “nasty girl.”

you gasped at his accusation, hand slapping over your mouth. “i literally never said that,” you whined, dropping your phone on the bed and sitting straight with your hands covering your face, nails close to digging in your eyebrows at just how humiliated you were starting to feel.

“okay, then i have to assume you don’t like the view.”

you made the mistake of snapping up your head towards him to deny this accusation too, coming face to face with his back.

and well, entire naked butt as he was putting his grey boxers on.

you shrieked, dropping your entire body back on on the bed, catching his attention and making him burst out laughing at your dramatics.

you felt the mattress dip as he put one knee on the bed, his hands coming down to grab your legs to manhandle you underneath him.

you let your eyes wander down to his broad chest again, muscles tightening under the shakes of his full fledged laughs. they slowly but surely started to die down, his shoulders no longer shaking. he quirked his head to the side in silence as he stared at your reddened face. you were once again avoiding eye contacts at all cost, focused on his midriff.

“you like them that much?” he teased, a toothy smirk on his face as he tightened the muscles of his torso to enhance the shape.

“oh my god, lee heeseung, please put some clothes on,” you begged, finally meeting his eyes, surprised to find his pupils blown out beyond what you had ever seen them be.

he kept his eyes on you, enamored with the way your eyes flickered down involuntarily to his lips every so often, rosy tongue peeking out to wet your own pouty ones.

he gently cradled your cheek in his palm, searching for any hint of actual discomfort in your gaze, the other arm keeping him hovering over you.

“can i kiss you?” he asked suddenly, his voice dripping with lust.

you felt like time stopped for a few moments. your breath was stuck in your throat and you thought you couldn't form any comprehensible sounds to save your life, but proved yourself wrong when you let out neediest please you could have ever mustered up, speaking before you even registered the word leaving your mouth.

his soft lips crashed on yours in an instant, desperate right off the bat as he sneaked a hand up your shirt to caress the overheated skin of your waist, his cold touch sending shivers down your belly to your core.

he pinched you lightly and the sudden pain made you yelp, leaving enough room for his tongue to sneak in your mouth, sensually lapping at your own.

despite the initial rush, he slowed down, deciding instead to take his time savoring your sweet taste.

he took note of the way your thighs pressed against each other under him, and he roughly grabbed a fistful of your plush skin to push your legs apart. you gasped and took a moment to regain your breath, chest heaving up and down from the feverish kiss.

once he made enough room for himself between your thighs, he lowered his body flush against yours and ground his throbbing, clothed cock against your core —pretty panties on full display since the skirt you wore rode up from all the movement. you threw your head back at the contact you were desperately wishing for, a strangled moan leaving your raw lips.

he kept grinding against you, his mouth latching on your neck— a messy trail of spit following in its wake, starting from your clavicle and finding its rest behind your ear.

“please, hee, fuck.” you slid one of your hands in his hair, pulling a few strands and eliciting from him the sexiest moan you had ever heard in your life, his teeth moving to gently nip your earlobe.

“please what, baby,” he panted hotly against your ear, voice raspy and lower than usual. “please put your clothes on?” he mocked you, a sly grin overtaking his features as he slowly moved to stand up.

“no no, hee please touch me,” you begged pathetically, grabbing his hand to stop him from standing up.

a second passed before he pushed your body forward on the bed once again, lowering himself so his face was close to your clothed cunt, the fabric glued to your skin from how drenched you were.

"so wet from just a little kissing and grinding," he snickered, breath fanning over your mound. “touch you where?” he let his head rest on one of your thighs, gaze flicking up to you to hold eye contact as he spoke. “tell me what’s in that pretty little head of yours and i promise i will make it all come true.”

[beatlesbug]

Somebody Else

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Synopsis: Peter can't stand to see you dance like that with somebody else.

CW: Fluff, angst, protective! peter, drinking, uhh reader has hair?

Author's Note: This is my first fic! So please leave me some feedback and requests! Also, I'm sorry if the grammar is trash, I'm working on it.

The bass from the speakers radiates in your chest as you chug another cup of whatever your best friend handed you.

"Babe, slow down!" She chuckles, watching you cringe at the taste and shake your head.

"No! I want to get so wasted I don't even remember his name," you hold her shoulders and say in her face excitedly. She laughs and wraps her arms around your waist before moving to the rhythm with you.

With every lyric you scream and move to on the dance floor, you can feel memories of Peter Parker leaving your mind.

It had only been three days since you'd broken up. Three days, and you saw him laughing with some girl from Biochemistry. A girl he told you not to worry about. Asshole. You should have seen it coming; it was so obvious. Peter had been hiding something from you. You had always been the cool girlfriend; you didn't care if he had female friends or went out with his friends. So when he started hiding something from you, you knew it was bad. You can't even count the number of times he'd lied to you about where he was or what he was doing. The final straw was three days ago when you'd entered his room and saw him throw some clothes out on his fire escape as he stood there in his boxers and a guilty expression.

"…Peter?" you questioned, standing in his doorway. He quickly slammed the window shut and came over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Hey baby," he said sweetly, going over to his clothes that were lying on the floor.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Was someone just here?" You asked quietly, frozen in place. He looked back at you as he pulled his sweatpants on. He looked over to the window and then back at you, shaking his head nervously. "No, no, of course not. I knew you were coming over."

"Are you sure?" you crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes fell to your chest then back to your face. "Yeah?" He said, confused. You nodded your head and placed your bag against his desk.

"So you wouldn't mind if I took a look at your fire escape then," You said, heart thudding in your chest, walking over to said fire escape. Before you could reach it, Peter slid himself in between you and the window. You looked up at him and tilted your head.

"What?" He said, shifting his brown eyes away from yours. His face was inches away from yours now; usually, this position would make you want to reach up and kiss him, but what you currently feel is far from affection.

"I'm going to ask you again, one more time," You said steadily, trying not to let your voice crack as you asked the question you seem to have asked about a dozen times these last two weeks.

You tilted your head upwards, forcing him to keep eye contact with you despite the fact that you felt tears welling up in yours.

"What are you hiding from me?" You said slowly, the words feeling heavy in your mind.

"N-" He goes to reply before you interrupt him.

"I suggest you think about what you're about to say, Peter, because if you lie to me again, I'm done. We're done," You whispered to him, not breaking any eye contact. He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it before bowing his head in thought.

"Just tell me," You begged, lifting your hands to hold his face.

"Please baby, just tell me the truth," you whispered to him. He put his forehead against yours and went to speak. You held your breath in anticipation.

"I…I can't," his voice goes hoarse as he shakes his head, his nose brushing against yours. You inhaled sharply before pulling away.

You took a few steps back before looking at him, his head hung in shame. "I can't do this anymore, Pete. I just can't," you said, grabbing your bag from his desk and slinging it over your shoulder in a rush. You heard his voice call out to you as you ran down the stairs, out on the street, and away from him.

The memories of all of the hurt and the tears falling into nothing the more your hips moved with the beat. Nicki Minaj blasted from the speakers as you twirled around before screaming the lyrics and flipping your hair. You felt two hands wrap around your waist, holding you closer to them. You looked back over your shoulder and saw Caleb. Caleb was on your college basketball team; you tutored him last year in Psychology and became friends. You'd always suspected he had a bit of a thing for you, but you never really spoke to him out of respect for Peter. You smiled up at Caleb and turned to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and greeting him.

"Hey gorgeous, how are you?" He chuckled, leaning into your ear. You pulled away from him.

"I'm single and fantastic," you screamed over the music. He nodded, a wide smile spread across his face.

"Soo, that means I can dance with you, doesn't it?" You bit your lip as he said this and looked back at your best friend, who was now dancing with her partner. They both nodded at you encouragingly.

Looking back to Caleb, you nodded and started moving to the music with him. Just glancing at him, you could tell that he was attractive, with a short buzz cut and a sharp jawline, but he had nothing on Peter. As the Nicki song faded into the next, and the colored lights flashed in front of your eyes, you remembered how much you loved parties.

Peter hates parties. He's convinced this was the last thing he needed this week. He can't possibly stand here and be expected to have fun. Not three days after he had lost the love of his life. He felt like an idiot. The girl thought he was cheating on her as if any other woman in the world could compete with those eyes and that smile, he thought to himself. He was pulled into reality when a random guy ran past him to the kitchen sink before vomiting into it. He grimaced, deciding it's time to move to another room.

One hour. He just has to stay one hour, and Aunt May can't get mad. It's stupid to think that he still listened to his aunt at this age, but she insisted that going out would make him feel better, and he thought maybe she was right (and also there was a chance he'd finally get to see you, talk to you even). As he watched people covered in body glitter grind against each other, however, he questioned the validity of her solution. He weaved past as many people as he could, moving closer and closer to where he felt the music was coming from. There was only one place you'd be if you truly were here.

He stood next to the large archway leading to the dance floor, the steps allowing him the height to look over people's heads. The crowd screamed as the intro to the song "Gasolina" came on. He took a sip of his coke, scanning the crowd before he reached a familiar head of hair.

Fucking. Hell.

There was no possible way you had gotten ten times hotter in the past three days, was there? He watched as you lifted your arm to flip your

hair, a lock of it sticking to your lips. A bright smile graced your face as you circled your hips in the air.

Peter had seen you in all of your forms, sick, sleepy, tired, naked, yet he didn't think he'd ever seen you look sexier than when you moved your hair from your mouth and bit your lip looking at someone. The soft smirk and loving eyes immediately vanished from his face when he realized who you were looking at.

You're not mine. He remembered suddenly, feeling anger bloom and ache in his chest. He couldn't stand you looking at Caleb that way. You were his… even when you weren't.

As if sensing his presence in the room, you suddenly snapped your head over to him. Your eyes locked as your chest heaved slightly, damp from sweat. You wished you could ignore him. You wished you could see him and have no trouble turning away. You almost had the urge to smile at him.

Peter held the eye contact. Even from across the room, he could feel the string that tethered you together pulling him from his chest toward you. He didn't fight it. His jaw clenched, and eyes sharp, he walked almost seamlessly through the crowd of people on the dance floor and straight to you. When he stood about a foot away from you, you froze in place, not knowing what was coming next. He looked over at Caleb.

Caleb had his hand hooked around your body, way too close to your chest. Way too close to you. There were not many things Peter felt possessive over, but one of those things was you.

"Hey Pete! What's up, man?" Caleb said mockingly. Peter clenched his jaw, not even looking at you. He knew if he did, he would become a mess of tears, any and all confidence falling away.

"Get your hands off of her." He demanded at Caleb, acting way ruder than he’s ever been. Caleb removed his hand from your waist, squaring up to Peter.

"She ain't your bitch anymore, Parker, she's free game now,"

Feeling insulted, you took a step back, drawing the attention of your best friend and a few other people in the crowd.

"Don't fucking talk about her like that," Peter gritted his teeth. Just looking at him now, you were scared. Not of him, but for Caleb. In your months of dating, you'd never seen Peter this angry, and though he didn't look it, you knew he was much stronger than he led people to believe.

"You're just fucking mad because you know I'm going to have her bent over my desk tonight, not you." Caleb sneered at Peter, egging him on. Your jaw dropped at his words.

"Excu-" Before you could even get a word out, Peter's fist came crashing into Caleb's face. The music suddenly halted, and Caleb landed on the grimy floor. Suddenly, Caleb was on his feet and stalking towards Peter. Caleb's friends grabbed him from behind and stopped him from coming any closer. Instinctively, Peter's arm came in front of you, pushing you behind him so he could act as a shield. Caleb screamed and spat at Peter. Peter went forward to continue to fight when you grabbed his arm.

"Peter! No!" At the sound of your voice saying his name, he turned toward you, seeing the pleading look in your eye.

"Let's just go. Please. Let's go." He looked at you hesitantly before looking back at Caleb. Knowing you were more important than his pride, he held onto your hand tightly and dragged you away from the chaos of the dance floor, away from the frat house, and onto the front yard.

It's only when you're both standing in the driveway, the music cranking up again inside, that you finally get a good look at him. He's wearing a loose t-shirt, a flannel, and his regular black jeans. You stare at each other in silence, feeling protective of yourself you hug your body.

"Were you really gonna go home with him?" Peter mutters.

A completely cold laugh comes out of your mouth, putting your palms over your eyes.

"I can't fucking believe you,"

He frowns at your words, "What?"

"What if I went home with him, Peter! We're done! Go back to fucking Lyla or whoever the fuck she is," you say, referring to the girl you'd seen him hanging around with, the one he'd probably been cheating on you with.

"What?" He says again, this time slightly angrier. "Who the fuck is Lyla?!"

Your eyes widen as you spread your arms out, "Fucking Lily or whoever she is you're sleeping with, Peter! I don't give a fuck!"

He runs his hand through his hair, turning around before looking at you again.

"I'm not fucking anyone." He says calmly, hands in a prayer motion at his mouth.

You roll your eyes, "Peter, it's over, you don't have to lie anymore. I know you were cheating on me. It's fine, whatever, just fuck off please!"

"Ch- Cheating? What are you talking about?" He asks, confused. You go to respond but get interrupted by your friend running up to you, putting her arm on your shoulder. She asks if you're okay, you nod at her and tell her not to worry. Peter interjects and says he'll get you home safe and she should enjoy her night. She looks over at you for confirmation, and you nod, not wanting to ruin her night as well.

"Call me when you get home, please!" You yell after her as she runs into the arms of her partner on the porch. You and Peter walk down the street, away from your college campus and into the city streets. Neither of you say a word apart from muttering a small thank you when he drapes his jacket.

"I wasn't cheating on you,” He says suddenly when you turn onto a quieter street.

“I would never, ever." He continued strongly. You swallow and shrug under the weight of his jacket.

"What was I supposed to think, Peter? You don't answer your phone, you disappear in the middle of the day, you lie to me…" You say, much calmer than before, but looking at the ground instead of him.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just- If I could tell you I would, but if something happened to you and it was my fault? If you got hurt and I couldn’t save you that would be on me and I can’t see you hurt. I can’t.” He cries desperately.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Got hurt? Peter, what are you talking about?” He walks towards you slowly, testing to see if you would move away. You don’t. Peter moves forward to wrap his arm around your torso, “Peter, what are you-?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” You say, hesitating, despite everything.

He tightens his grip around you before moving your hands around his neck.

“Peter if you want me to hug you or something I-” You’re cut off by your own screams as you soar through the air. You bury your face into Peter's neck and hold onto him tighter, terrified and confused. Your stomach rises and drops as you soar through the city. So terrified of falling that you can't think or speak. In a flash, you feel your feet hit concrete, and you notice you're on the terrace of your apartment building.

Peter releases you and is about to say something when you run to the ledge and throw up. He cusses behind before lifting all of your hair away from your face and lifting his jacket so he can rub your back soothingly. You stand up straight when you’re done, probably reeking of sweat and vomit.

You both stare at each other unmoving.

"What the fuck?!" You yelp as you hit his chest. Angrily you growled at him.

"What was that? Why did you just fling me across-" and then realization hit you.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, you're Spid-. Oh my god, this isn't happening. I am not that drunk," you say laughing sarcastically and putting a hand against your forehead.

“Even if you were drunk I think you got it all out now.” Peter chuckles awkwardly, gesturing to the throw-up on the ground.

You snap your gaze to him, reprimanding him, and he smiles softly. That smile. That smile that you're sure could heal the world if he tried.

“I wasn’t cheating on you, y/n. I’m Spiderman, that's why I disappear, that's why I’m late, that's why I lie. And I’m not going to apologize for being him because it’s the second greatest thing to ever happen to me, but I will say I’m sorry for lying. I’m so so sorry for lying to you, bug. I really am. I got scared and nervous that something would happen to you, I couldn’t take that risk but I can't lose you either.” He professed sincerely.

You nod your head slowly. “I get it,” you whisper. Tears pricking at your eyes, all the feelings you’ve been trying to suppress bubbling over with how much you love the man in front of you. You take quick paces to him and wrap your arms around him, holding him so tight you’re not sure he can breathe. Sniffling through your tears, “I get it, I’m so sorry I got mad. I love you,” you say into his chest. You feel his arms wrap around you making you cry even harder.

“I love you,” He says back, placing a kiss on your head.

“And I’m sure you have questions,” He whispers.

“So many questions,” You laugh into him, refusing to let go. But he pulls away from you and holds your head in his hands.

“How about we shower and get ready for bed and you can ask me anything you want,” He asks while stroking your hair. You nod at his words. He takes your hand and leads you to the stairwell into the building.

As you walk through the door you ask, “So where else do the webs come out from?”

[myheadhurtscutely]

Star Stationary - Modern!Anakin Skywalker x Reader - Chp. 2

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` Since the Halloween party, you've been kind of down about the brown-haired girl you saw Anakin kiss, but no time to fret. Anakin can't bear to see you sad for long.

!Warnings! Angst. But little fluffy bits here and there

wc ` 1.3k

notes ! this is closely based on characters, Jim and Pam, from a tv show, The Office.

Chapter one

It had been a couple weeks since you and Anakin walked out of the party to deliver him to that beautiful woman in his front seat. As much as you hated to say it, you cried on the way to your car. You only knew him for a bit, but something about him felt special. A type of feeling you never had before. A gut feeling that you two were supposed to meet. Regardless, suck it up and move on. You had better things to do then sulk.

Today was the first time you had even made eye contact with him since then. He had slid some papers over your desk to fax. You looked up, expecting to see one of your other coworkers, but your eyes followed the trail from his silver watch, to his pale blue sleeve, his neatly tucked collar, up to his tanned neck, his tightened jaw, and finally, his beautiful baby blues. It was only a quick glance, but it was as if this was his way of asking to go back to how you were. A small gesture where he says he needs you.

"I um, I need you to fax this for me please." He adjusted his glasses, as you merely nodded, grabbing the papers off your desk. You felt his eyes follow you to the fax machine, and soon his feet followed suit. You stood there, eyes unwavering from the papers and the machine. His remained glued to you, as if he was in a trance.

"Here you go." Your voice was quiet as you handed them back to him. His hand brushed your pointer finger.

"Thank you receptionist." His little joke didn't land. You just stared at him. In his awkward state of embarrassment, he nodded his head and walked back to his desk. You tried not to think much of it, but god how you missed him. Your desk felt empty without your blonde statue to stand in front of it and pester you when you were in a pinch.

Your eyes drifted to his direction often times, and his to yours, but your visions never crossed paths.

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Lunch rolled around after what seemed like ages. You had made yourself comfortable in one of the blue chairs in the break room. Alone. Everyone had already taken their lunch earlier, but you had become so slammed at one point you had almost forgot.

Mid-bite into your sandwich, the door creaked open. A pair of blue eyes briefly met with yours, but you quickly removed contact, focusing back on your lunch.

"Stop doing that."

What the hell? Who did he think he was?

"I beg your pardon?" You finished your bite, turning to meet his eyes again.

"Don't play dumb. You know what I mean. I don't mean to come off rude..." His confident demeanor faltered for a second at the thought of hurting your feelings.

"Anakin don't-"

"Don't what? Ask my friend what's going on?" Friend. God, you had newfound hatred for that word and everything it meant.

"Nothing's wrong..." He had made his way to your table, scooting a chair out and plopping himself down across from you, leaning on his forearms.

"You know I can tell when your lying." You let out a fake laugh.

"Listen I've been there before... let me help you." Your eyes bulged. What was he talking about? Help you? Surely, he was out of his mind. You kept your mouth shut, chewing, waiting to hopefully hear more of his proposition. "Moving to a new place is hard. Having no one to talk to... let me help get you out there!" You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Padme has this friend-"

"I'm good." Padme. That name would ring in your ears the rest of the week. Hell, maybe even month. Your stomach twisted and curled at her name, completely making yourself blind to Anakin's pleas. You couldn't help but curse yourself for picturing yourself in her place. She had done nothing wrong, and you weren't that type of person.

After much consideration, you put the last bite of your sandwich down. "I'm sorry Anakin. You're right. I shouldn't have been such an ass." Both of you laugh and smile. As you walk to the door, Anakin opens it for you, guiding you through with his hand on the small of your back.

You cursed yourself for how it made you feel. But did you have a choice?

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The clock ticked, 20 minutes till 5. Thank God. Your's and Anakin's playful antics resumed to a degree. Passing each other silly notes, sarcastic emails, and of course customer gossip.

RING!!!

The company phone pulled you out of your daydreams. You answered greeting them politely and offering your standard help. A feminine voice answered on the other side. She asked to be directed to Anakin.

"Of course, one second please!" Your smiley voice faded as you put the phone down and redirected her call. "Anakin, hey, line three!" You held up your three fingers and whisper yelled to him.

He shook his head, nodded, and smiled.

You genuinely weren't trying to be in his business, but his "business" client was beginning to sound like a very personal conversation. Anakin held his head low, and kept his voice down. You could pick up small bits of his sentences. He wasn't happy.

"I blocked you for a reason- Padme- please- I don't want to talk right now- stop it- c'mon" His low voice hummed under the white noise of the office.

After minutes, his telephone slammed back down in its place. The whole office jumped, looking over at Anakin who gently raised his hands, apologizing quickly, reassuring everyone.

After minutes of rubbing his temples, his eyes followed you as you grabbed your coat off the rack. Several other people were making their way to the exit. It was five and no one was in the mood to stay longer. You couldn't blame 'em. This white light was mind numbing.

After a moment of grabbing your belongings, it was just you and him.

"Hey," His voice called out to you. You turned to meet him. "here's that guy's number." Not quite the romantic confession you were dreaming of, but it was whatever. He handed you a sticky note with Padme's friend's name and number. He really meant the best. You couldn't be mad.

"Thanks.."

"Don't thank me." He smiled coming up to you, towering over you. He looked at you almost as if he was asking permission for something. You looked at him quizzically. His hands guided themselves to your coat, buttoning the first two top ones. "It's cold out y'know."

You knew, but he just made you feel warm inside.

"Cmon let's go." He stuck his arm out, offering it to guide you out. You playfully smacked him and walked in front of him, making your way to the elevator first. You quickly tried to get the door to close, but he stuck his hand through, triggering the sensors just in time.

He moved into the small space, parading his body weight over you, backing you into a corner, pretending you weren't there. "Anakin!" You said muffled.

"Oh sorry! Didn't see you there." He moved to the side, smiling as he took your light hits to his arm with ease. The rest of the elevator ride was spent with silent smiles, and muffled laughs, the kind of laughter only the two involved would understand.

Ding!

The doors opened, revealing the lobby to you and Anakin. Once again, he raced ahead of you to hold the door open, guiding you out the way.

You made your way to your car, and he had followed, opening the door for you. After you ducked your way inside, he gestured for you to turn and take your feet out of the door side so he could close it. "Drive safe alright?" He whispered, tapping the top of your vehicle.

"Yes sir." You chuckled, looking down. He just smiled in response, gently closing the door as he waved.

notes: THIS TOOK FOREVER I AM SO SORRY, FINALS AND STUFF ARE CRAZY. I am trying so hard to write because it is fulfilling, and I love communicating with everyone, but it has been stressful and I've barely found time. I promise I'll try and get better about it, just have a lot on my plate, (trust, I will eat tho). Sorry this one is a lot shorter, I just don't want to add onto a chapter if it doesn't feel fitting y'know.?Regardless, thank you so much for being patient with meee. I hope you enjoyed!

tags ` @darthgloris , @queenie-official , @bby-imasociopath , @mxltifxnd0m , @jayrami3 , @robertsmithclone , @brainscabs , @bimbo-baggins86 , @t8lzw

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[truefant4sy]

Can we get some smut for tama feat that crazy ass crawling he was doing cause mmm 🤦🏽‍♀️ that should not have been that sexy

come here.

A/N:GIRL I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS BECAUSE GIRL MY LEGS WERE CROSSEDDDDDD but enjoy<3 warnings: usually nasty shit,cursing,begging etc.

It was about three in the morning when morgan heard Tama opening the door to their shared condo and walking in him, and solo had gone out drinking around 10 pm Ish so by the time he was coming in he was probably fucking hammered.

without Tama being there morgan laid awake she tried to sleep a few times and it was no use she needed her man to be there, so she just decided to watch tv until he came home, once he opened the bedroom door, he kinda stumbled inside "whatchu still doing up?" he asked her clearly trying to make it sound like he wasn't that drunk.

"I couldn't sleep" she answered not breaking eye contact with the show she was watching, he only hummed in response "I missed you mama" he shrugged off his jacket tossing it down clearly wanting to start something

"Nope. go shower I don't know where you been" morgan irrupted his stripping, as much as she wanted him all over her, she hated when people sat or laid in her bed with their outside clothes out, she's been like this since she was a kid.

he only smacked his lip before walking over to the bathroom and turning on the water as he waited for the water to get to his desired temperature he took off his shirt moving his shoulder back and forth with a low groan making morgans jaw clench, then off went his pants showing the very present hard on he was growing she tried to focus on the show but she oh was it hard.

he looked up and turned to look at her shaking her out of the trance, he chuckled before closing the door.

for those 30 minutes he was in the shower morgan tossed and turned not being able to stay comfortable at all now with her panties soaking like that, then the door opened Tama turned off the light pushing the room back into darkness the only light coming from the tv.

"Can I get some now ma?" he asked her standing at the head of the bed with a black towel loosely hanging around his waist "come here" she nodded he dropped the towel before getting on the bed on all fours. the way he crawled up to her was so nasty and animalistic it made her curse under her breath.

he made sure to hold eye contact with her the entire time he crawled up to her licking his lips once he reached her, he grabbed her by her waist and slid her beneath him kissing all over her neck and jaw making her breath hitch.

once he found his way to her lips his tongue darted into her mouth for her to suck on and she did just that she gave his tongue slow nasty sucks making his groan his hands sliding under her shirt to fondle her breast.

the noises their kisses made emitting through the room adding another layer of heat to the scene as a whole he broke the kiss to scoot down face level with her pussy.

he kissed her inner thighs slowly making sure to hold eye contact with her the entire time.

her fingers were tangled with his curly hair that was still slightly damp from his shower.

"c'mon Tama I need it" she bucked her hips up trying to get any type of friction "nah you made me wait so Ima make you wait" he grunted as he sucked on her inner thighs leaving purple marks on the brown skin "fuck I'm sorry just fucking eat me out already damn."

her breath was shaky as \she gripped his hair tighter he popped her thigh "don't fuckin talk to me like that mama I don't care how much you want it ask like you got some damn sense."

he spat his sucks turning into slightly painful bites on her thighs "could you please eat me out Tama please?" her voice now high pitched and shakier "mhm" he purred licking over the bite marks on her thighs before sitting up and pulling down her shorts along with her panties tossing them off to the side of the bed somewhere.

he got back to face level with her pussy only lightly dipping his tongue inside of her pussy "please daddy please" with her hands still tangled in his hair she pushed him into her pussy rubbing it on his mouth.

he finally listened to her wasting no time completely dipping his tongue into her pussy as his thumb flicked at her clit and an ungodly pace "oh shittt- just like eat that fucking pussy" her legs opened even further spreading open her pussy even more inviting his tongue in further.

he pulled out his tongue replacing it with his fingers as his mouth wrapped around her clit giving it hard mean sucks making her legs shiver and shake "oh my god- your so fucking nasty" her eyes closed as her head tilted back "nah open your eyes I want you to see how good I eat this pussy mama" his voice making her clit tighten and throb even more she lifted her head up and locked eyes with him.

he had that real animal like look in his eyes she could tell form looking at him that he's wanting this for a while "there we go mama; you so damn pretty baby" he purred moving his fingers quickly making sure to rub at her g spot making her cry out "m getting so close daddy c'mon make me fucking cum daddy make me cum".

her words urging him to go harder he really did want his pretty baby to cum for him "yeah? cum on my tongue, can you do that for daddy mama? can you?".

he wasn't asking her he was demanding her he twisted his fingers before pushing up into her g spot and rubbing against it as he sucked harder at her clit making her stomach clench up so hard she thought her organs were gonna fucking explode her eyes rolled back as her mouth fell open

"fuckkk m'fucking cumming daddy. m'cumming all over that sexy ass face" her words making him groan as he slurped her juices straight out of her pussy "that's right baby you taste so good mama I promise you do" he spoke in between slurps and licks before sitting up and pulling his fingers out to suck on them sighing as he closed his eyes really savoring the taste

he pulled his fingers out his mouth to rub her clit before spitting on her pussy, he grabbed her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he did this she took of her shirt and tossed it on the ground along with her panties and shorts.

"you want this dick ma? you want it?" he asked her as he stroked his caramel dick the tip a bright pink as pre cum oozed out of it "yes daddy c'mon gimme that fat ass dick give it to me please" she knew she was gonna get it, but she knew how good the begging made him feel. his hands ran up and down her bare chest as she slapped his tip on her clit making her moan loudly "I know mama its gon feel so good hm?" he asked her as he twisted and pulled her nipples making her quickly nod "so good baby so good" she agreed.

he slapped his tip on her clit one last time before sliding in "shit" she cursed under her breath, once he was fully in his hips stilled "daddy c'mon" she urged him to move his hips "not yet mama I want you to feel how far I'm stretching you" he purred his hand still flicking at her nipples "you feel that mama? how deep I am?" she nodded her bottom lip tucked under teeth.

they stayed like that for a minute until he started to move his hips, he didnt warm her up just mean,deep thrust straight to her cervix "fuck daddy your so deep" she whined pushing against his toned stomach with her much smaller manocured hands "its too much daddy please" her attempts to push him away were no good "im not finna play with you morgan."

he grunted his face screwing up as he picked up the pace of the thrust "move yo damn hands and take this dick i aint playin with you tonight" he spat making her whine "daddy nooo its too much" her face screwed up, her eyebrows pushed together as she tried to hold eye contact with the man that was tearing her pussy to damn pieces with a swift motion he grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head.

"You can't fucking listen, can you?" he pulled out before flipping her over and laying her flat onto her stomach before sliding back the smacking of his hips against her ass filling the room along with the sounds of her moans and cries "oh my- fuckkk" her eyes were in the back of her head as his strong hand pushed her faces further into the pillows "take this dick. take this fucking dick" his tone so animal like it was disgusting.

he reached under her and started rubbing quick tight circles on her clit making her bite the pillows to cut her screams "m'gonna cum fuckkk i fucking love you so much" her words just pouring out of her mouth "I love you too baby now cum on this dick for me" he moaned at the feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him.

The feeling she got hit with was one that he could only ever make her feel it made her eyes water with how hard her orgasm hit her, all she could do was let out a loud whine "there we go mama there we go" Tama made sure to help her ride out her orgasm before chasing his own, his thrust quickening only to falter as he pressed himself deeper into her "fuckk filling this pussy all up hmm?" his eyes fluttered.

He pulled out and collapsed next to her opening his arms for her to lay in "come here baby".

[peachsayshi]

can i request smut with utahime? 😩 making a usually cranky utahime really desperate and needy begging you to play with her pussy? 😭😭

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: exes; wlw; smut; dirty talk; f (oral receiving); tension

"tsk, tsk...is this why you decided not to join us for the evening?"

the amusement in your voice only prompts utahime to pout with frustration. there is a noticeable tension resting in the space between her brows, and her big, brown doe eyes spark with irritation. however, the blooms of pink surfacing beneath her cheeks is proof of her embarrassment and a clear indication that she wasn't expecting you back at the hotel room so early.

your eyes can't help but follow the path of her soft curves. her cropped see through tank outlines her pointed nipples, and she hesitantly pulls her bare legs close to her chest to stop herself from lewdly flashing you a view of her pussy.

break ups are never easy, but somehow you and your ex still manage to get caught up in these sticky situations because of your work.

you fold your arms across your chest and jut your hip to the right, staring at utahime like you're about to scold her for what she was doing but instead a teasing smile lights up your face.

"y'know, if you just wanted to rub one out you could have said so..."

you see her jaw twitch. "what I do to relax during my spare time is none of your business anymore," she grumbles through gritted teeth.

"ha! it is my business when we are sharing the same room..."

she adorably huffs before turning her head away from you. "you said that you weren't going to be back until midnight and didn't inform me otherwise..."

"you can thank satoru for that," you explained, "he allowed shoko to buy him a few drinks"

you ease your stance as you saunter closer to the bed. a flush of red kisses utahime's neck when she returns to meet your gaze, because she sees that you're crouching down to the floor to pick up her discarded underwear.

"what are you-"

you interrupt her mortified statement by stretching the the white fabric between both hands. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, maintaining eye contact with her as you shake your head in disappointment.

"how do you always manage to soak through these?" you flirtatiously mock, but it only results in utahime snatching her underwear away from you.

"argh, I'm going to wash up," she announces bitterly, forgetting herself for just a moment as she stands on her two feet.

your hands circle around her waist, and you hold her place as you gently seat her back down onto the mattress.

"aww, look at you getting all riled up. tonight was pretty stressful, but I didn't think you would be this wound up..."

you feel goosebumps prickle her skin with your gentle touch as your hands motion over her hips to her thighs as you slowly spread them apart.

"I'm just tired..." she mumbles in defeat.

"I can tell, baby girl," you coo as you lean your cheek against her plush thigh. "want me to take care of you? just for tonight?"

maybe it was stupid for you to ask knowing that it's barely been six week since the break up, but how else were you going to admit that catching her with one hand up her shirt and the other knuckle deep in her pussy completely turned you on?

she's struck with confusion, but upon considering your offer you see her finally start to relax.

"only tonight," she concedes, feigning a level of confidence as if to pretend like she's drawn some magical boundary that would separate you both.

you smile as you kiss a trail up along the apex of her thigh, moving closer and closer to the pretty space between her legs.

you gently massage circles over her pubis, rubbing along the patch of trimmed dark hair. you can hear her breath slowly start to increase, but it isn't enough for you to fulfill her desire just yet.

"please don't tease me," she begs, motioning one hand to her chest as she squeezes her tit over the fabric.

"no?" you reply.

she shakes her head, and you see tears start to form in her eyes from the anticipation. it only makes you wetter seeing how hot and desperate she is, and the sight of this stunning woman crumbling before you is one to truly behold.

you boldly swipe your tongue up along her slit, humming at the taste of her essence before repeating the action once again until you’re swirling over her tender clit. you suck on it softly, massage your tongue across the bud before guiding two fingers back inside her pussy.

"oh, fuck, thank you," she pants in between her moans, her own hands moving to find the back of your head as she softly ruts her hips against your movements. "thank you, thank you, thank you..."

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[itsmeatballworld]

| late nights |

pairing | Frankie Morales x f!reader

wc | 660

a/n | thank you bestie @soulores for reading this before posting. you’re seriously the best 🥺💖 ilyyyy

all smut no plot - 18+ only - oral (f!receiving)

Frankie drags you to the edge of the mattress, his mouth and fingers taking turns between your legs until you are shaking under his hold. He wanted you to remember how this felt, so needy and wanting.

"You like that?" He whispered as his thumb toyed with your clit. He was gentle as another finger circled your entrance. "Tell me."

His voice was like honey, warm and sickly sweet. Your body buzzed with excitement and pleasure as he hoisted your legs over his shoulders.

He tugged you close. “Dime.”

“Mhm,” you whisper breathlessly.

Frankie keeps working you up and down, dragging you closer and closer to climax but never letting you completely finish. It was good at first, exciting, even. But then you were getting frustrated, begging him to keep going like you were going to explode if he didn't keep touching you.

That only seemed to make him harder.

And when he decided to use his tongue again it was like fireworks exploding as every inch of your body tingled and warmed to his touch. Just the sight of you alone withering under his hold had him desperate to pull back and sink down to the hilt, fucking you until you saw stars.

“Yes, baby, right t-there,” your voice pleads as Frankie brushes his mouth against your aching core. He hummed but instead of finishing you, he paused.

Grunting, you wiggled under his grip. "Baby."

And instead of responding, his mouth moved away, pressing kisses along your inner thigh.

Frankie had your knees hooked behind his neck, going so painfully slow as he edged you to the brink too many times. And now you were begging him to either fuck you or finish you because this aching was going to make you snap.

You bite your lip, "Frankie please."

"Have you been a bad girl?"

Your hips rolled to try and make some sort of contact, hoping to relieve this pressure he so eagerly created. But he pulled back, his hands hooked under your knees so he could spread your legs wider.

Frankie's brown eyes honed in on you. Desperate, aching, begging underneath his touch. His eyes darkened. "Answer me."

You nod, "yes."

Frankie's voice dropped an octave lower. "No. Say you've been a bad girl. Because only bad girls get fucked the way I'm going to fuck you."

Like the ocean being blue, and grass being green, you knew what you were going to say. You wiggled against the bed, feeling Frankie's grip loosen and allow your hips more traction. "I've been such a bad girl, Fish. So fucking bad-"

His fingers slipped inside you first, curling and coaxing you, stretching you, just before his head dipped back down.

Frankie smiled - God, he fucking smiled - against your pussy before that tongue started working again. Circling the swollen clit, Frankie moaned into you. His hums of pleasure were like music to your ears as he sucked and teased your overstimulated body.

You mewled, arching as Frankie continued enjoyed every second of this.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, grabbing onto his dark curls for dear life as he flicked his tongue in tight circles. Arching up again, you cried out as he slipped two fingers. He curled and pumped just once before slipping in a third finger.

And then he pulled back just enough to stop, just enough to adjust his grip and align himself at your entrance. Words were never spoken. Instead Frankie listened to your whimpers and gasping whines as he fucked you hard. Each thrust pounded you into the mattress, slamming down against your body one after another.

Frankie gazed down at you with affection muddled with lust, weighing into your body as you rode a body quivering high.

And when it was over, and Frankie released all his pent up tension, not another soul would understand how much he needed you. He’d love you endlessly. And God - he was going to have you every chance he could get.

[dailyunstableeve]

Together

Hobie Brown x witch!fem!reader

Chapter Four

a/n: guys, I swear I'm writing 😭 I'm just putting so much on my plate, my original fic, marvel fanfic, my undying love for Astv. Not to mention, the Marvels is out and I wanna watch it so badly

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Why does Hobie act that way? Of how he always saves you from your bullies, but never talks to you. You graduated alone, and weren't able to at least get a contact number from Hobie because he missed out graduation, due to the villain attacking the city, just like you missed the chance to at least talk to him.

Hobie was your highschool crush, even now. You continued out your life knowing that even though you didn't get the contact number from Hobie, you still got to see him swinging around the city as SpiderMan while you're rushing to your interviews.

You watched Hobie deny all those love letters, confessions and valentine's chocolate, giving all the guesses you had in your mind, that even you confessed to him, he will deny you and leave you heartbroken, and feelings that are strong enough to consume you, lead to your power getting out of control. Whichever you think is best, you just keep the feelings to yourself, so no one gets hurt, even yourself.

Those are the thoughts you carried with you all the time, so here's the question, why did he kiss you before you black out from the alcohol you've drank.

"If you're saying theoretically, that person is in love with your cousin," Natasha smirked.

It's the second day after the party, Natasha felt bad for getting you drunk so you, Natasha and Wanda are out for a cafe hangout. You explained your situation to them but using the name of your cousin.

"Really?" You almost choked on your drink.

"Theoretically," Natasha deadpanned while Wanda passed you some napkins.

"Well any advice for my lovely cousin? I can't give any since I have no experience in that field," it's half true and half lie, it's true you never dated anyone but that doesn't stop you from watching all those love series/movies (hopeless romance).

"Since your cousin has a crush on that guy too, I'll say take a chance, if that guy was just playing with your cousin's feelings, I'm sure you'll take care of the guy," Wanda winked as Nat cracked her knuckles with a smirk.

One second you seriously forgot one of them is a witch and a spy.

"As in beat the shit up of the boy?" You innocently asked as Hobie's wounded face appeared in your face.

"Yes, don't tell Steve I say yes."

"Girls keep girl's secrets."

Three of you continued with another topic until Hobie appeared. You weren't expecting him to show up so you panicked, the scene from yesterday appeared in your mind. And you need to stop losing focus when you're drinking because it's the second time you choked on your drink.

"You alright luv?" Hobie looked at you with concerns.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" You panicked as you wiped off the water from your face.

Wand and Natasha just looked at both of you, smirking. It seems like they know you were talking about your cousin just now.

"You sure?" Hobie asked again.

"Yeah, so uh, what are you doing here?" Dumb question, you know why he's here, he's going to ask you about yesterday.

"Just checking up on you, you were drunk yesterday," Hobie bluntly said.

"I'm fine," you smiled, behind the smile is your panicking.

"I'll see you around," Hobie turned away and disappeared in the crowds.

You let out a sigh, thinking it's over but when you look at Wanda and Natasha, they have this mischievous smile on their face, that's the exact moment, you know they figured it out even though they already did five minutes ago.

"Not a word please, I beg," you groaned and just focused on finishing your drink.

Not long after you have officially joined the superhero gang, your fame is going up even if you haven't appeared in public for a mission once, everyone around the globe wishes to see you in action. So the head of three gangs came to the approval of letting you join the mission, to see how your training paid off.

It's normal to feel nervous but you weren't told that you'll be placed in a group of people you hardly interacted with. Yes, you've spent five months training around their HQ, campus but you hadn't met all of them yet. Thankfully Charles was thoughtful, he informed you that SpiderMan will be joining you in the mission but later. Once you heard it, you managed to relax a little, not being overwhelmingly nervous. The mission went well in the end, which earned many people's approval, even from people around the world. Who would've known the new hero could be someone this amazing and awesome.

"You did well today," Hobie appeared out of nowhere with your favorite tin can drink, touching your cheeks that the coldness gave you chills.

"Thank you," you took the drink from Hobie and drank up while gently rubbing your cheek.

"Y/N, are you avoiding me because of what happened that night? The party?" Hobie carefully asked, making sure he didn't ask in a way that would scare you off.

"I-" You're stunned, how are you supposed to answer this? Are you going to say, "well because I had a crush on you since highschool and you kissing me that night made my heart beat so fast and my cheek will blush red, I don't want you to see this side of me that's why I hid." But that's of course you can't say it out like that, possible chance Hobie might make fun of you for it (he doesn't lol)

"Well, it's a force of habit," you awkwardly chuckled, "like during highschool!" During highschool you were just dodging everyone.

"I see," Hobie nodded, it seemed like he brought it.

"Why did you kiss me, Hobie?" You bluntly asked.

"Because I like you Y/N."

"Huh?"

"Well uh," Hobie turned away, covering half of his hand with his arm, "you're very adorable."

You nearly dropped your drink on the floor but Hobie caught it for you, you are just in shock at the moment, trying to process what Hobie just told you.

"Out of everyone in highschool, the superheroes, me?" You asked, one point of you wanted to laugh at it but the other part of it believes it.

Hobie liked you, is that why he protected you in high school?

"Is there something more than just adorable?"

Adorable, does he find you getting bullied adorable? Snap out of it, you told yourself.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Hobie looked at you with concerns.

"I'm fine, no worries, I just need some time to process," you gently smiled, easing the concerns off Hobie's face.

Hobie smiled together with you, then his phone started to buzz.

"I gotta go, catch you next time," Hobie whined, before you waved goodbye to him, he pulled you into his arms and gave you a kiss on the forehead, catching you off guard then he disappeared.

What the fuck was that?

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a/n: I'll dig my grave rq. I'm planning to go with like they both love each other but yet scared to admit, since fl struggle with mental health and trust issues from the bullying events during highschool. While Hobie being the sunshine trying to show you the light of life

Chapter One <-

Chapter Two <-

Chapter Three <-

[hazza-bear-care]

Talk Dirty to Me

I really need to stay off nsfw twitter lol

Reader loves when guys are vocal in bed. Eddie loves to deliver.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, swearing, SMUT, dirty talk, piv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl), Let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: OOOOH THIS MADE ME FERAL!!!!!! BUCKLE UP BOYS, THIS IS A LONG ONE!

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"Please come see the show, Y/N. We have new music to try out and we need our little groupie to be there while we rock the house!" Eddie begged his best friend with his signature brown puppy dog eyes, the rest of Corroded Coffin following suit.

"First of all, Munson, I'm not 'your little groupie', I'm your best friend. Second, I have a date tonight, as I've told you three times now in the last 30 minutes. I'd be missing one show. One. Cut me some slack!" Y/N replied from her place on the couch, flipping her hair over her shoulder and displaying her Hellfire shirt from the previous night's session.

"Okay, okay. Go on your date at the Hideout! Two birds, one stone and all that jazz." Eddie offered, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

"How about this; I go on my date tonight, then I'll stop by. You guys don't go on until midnight anyway." At her counteroffer, Eddie scoffed.

"It's better than her not showing up at all, Eddie." Gareth replied.

"Take it, or leave it, Munson." Y/N bit back with a smile.

The smell of stale beer and tobacco wafted around Y/N as she entered the Hideout, her date long over. She was still dressed to the nines, but her hair and makeup were messy due to the less than satisfactory tryst she had before deciding to catch Eddie's show. She made her way backstage, flashing the security guard her tits and a blinding smile in order to pass. With the green room of Corroded Coffin located, she knocked on the door and took a deep breath.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had a date," Gareth said, stepping to the side and letting Y/N come into the room.

"He was a dud. Literally the quietest guy I've ever met." Y/N flopped on the couch across from the vanity where Eddie was putting the finishing touches on his look. The pair made eye contact through the glass, Eddie throwing his eyeliner pencil onto the desk with a sigh.

"If he was such a dud, why do you have 'I just had sex' hair? Why is your lipstick smeared down to your neck?" Eddie asked, pinning Y/N to her seat with a dark look.

"He was... quiet. Not during the date, just in bed." Y/N explained meekly. Eddie's face softened slightly, but not enough to give Y/N the comfort she needed.

"So let me get this straight; you went on a date with some guy who talked to you all night long, then made no noise when you fucked? Did he even enjoy it?" Eddie asked with an accusing tone.

"I don't know...." Y/N answered quietly, but honestly. Eddie nodded and without another word, he turned to finish getting ready.

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Y/N found a comfy spot by the bar with an amazing view of the stage, preparing for Corroded Coffin's set. The crowd was rowdy, but it was packed for a Saturday night with mediocre music. The band was announced and Y/N howled in support of her friends as they took their places on stage.

Eddie looked delicious, his red and black guitar slung low on his waist, hair pulled back with a rolled-up bandana tied around his forehead. He was wearing his denim Dio vest without a shirt and black leather pants so tight, Y/N could almost see his bulge from where she was sitting. Eddie introduced himself and his friends as the notorious Corroded Coffin, stepping back and shredding Master of Puppets as their first song.

The crowd went wild with every song that flew out of the speakers at the Hideout, but their encore is what made Y/N freeze in her seat.

It was a song she didn't recognize, but the way Eddie gyrated to the beat captured her gaze. His hips moved in time to the beat, his guitar swung behind his back as he belted out the lyrics into the microphone. His husky voice echoed around her, the rest of the crowd melting away when Eddie made eye contact with Y/N.

With a smirk on his face, Eddie pulled the mic back on stage and moaned into it, kneeling on the ground and straddling the mic stand underneath him. He stole another look at his best friend, still frozen in her seat, before leaning back into the microphone.

"Who's quiet now, little girl?"

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The ride back to the trailer park was silent. Eddie had dropped off everyone else in the band at their houses, leaving Y/N and Eddie alone in the van with nothing but their sexual tension to keep them company.

"So, how'd you like the show?" Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence that had engulfed them after Gareth had exited the vehicle.

"It was awesome, Eds! The music was great, I loved your new music."

"Yeah? What about that last song, little girl?" Eddie teased, a wolfish grin decorating his face.

Y/N blushed so hard she was positive Eddie could have seen it in the darkness of his van.

"Um, it was good, great even. I just wasn't expecting it to be so..." Y/N trailed off, playing with her fingers as they laid in her lap.

"So what, Y/N?" Eddie asked, slowing to a halt in front of his trailer. He looked at Y/N who was quiet in the passenger seat, fingers still twisting together.

"Don't make me say it, Eddie." Y/N begged, feeling flustered as she felt Eddie's hard stare trail over her body.

"You thought it was sexy, didn't you?" Eddie teased, a smile on his face as Y/N buried hers in her hands.

"Yes! God, Eddie it was so hot!" Y/N caved, causing Eddie to cheer in victory. Eddie hopped out of the car, running around the front to open Y/N's door and help her out. The pair walked together to Eddie's front door, the sexual tension still sizzling in the air between them.

Once they were inside, Eddie made his way to his room, grabbing clothes for himself and Y/N to change into.

"Wanna shower with me?" Eddie asked as he made his way back to the front of the trailer, stifling his laughter at Y/N's frozen form still waiting by the door.

Slowly trailing her eyes up his body, Y/N nodded once she reached Eddie's face, answering his question as she took a step towards him.

Eddie led Y/N into the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower and waiting for it to warm up. Turning back to Y/N, he shuffled over to her, closing the space between them as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as he felt Y/N tense under his touch.

"I'm good. Water's getting cold." Y/N whispered.

"Fuck this." Eddie muttered, pressing his lips against Y/N's, pushing her against the bathroom door with a slam. Y/N moaned into Eddie's mouth, her heart pounding with excitement.

Eddie pulled away from Y/N, panting. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl. I promise I'll give it to you." Eddie whispered, scattering kisses over Y/N's face as he spoke.

"I want you, Eddie. Just you." Eddie smiled widely, diving down to Y/N's neck and sucking a deep purple bruise right on her pulse. As he nuzzled into her neck, Eddie's hands travelled under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach as he pulled away to remove the article of clothing before reattaching himself to her neck. Y/N sighed softly at the feeling of Eddie's lips on her skin, reveling in the fact that her deepest desire was finally coming true.

Eddie moved lower, kissing down her chest as his hands snaked around her back and unhooked her bra, the black lace falling to her feet as Eddie cupped one and placed his mouth on the other, sucking yet another hickey there as he flicked her nipple. Y/N's moan practically shook the door she was pressed against as she wrapped her fingers in Eddie's dark curls.

Once again, Eddie pulled away from Y/N, the girl whimpering under him. He smiled again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips again as he turned to turn off the shower.

"Shower will be there, sweetheart. Let's go to my room." Eddie explained as he caught the confused look on Y/N's face, grabbing her hand and leading her to his room at the back of the trailer. Eddie's room was a mess, in his true fashion, but Y/N didn't care. She adored Eddie and all his faults, including his messy nature.

As Eddie closed the door to his room, Y/N's shy gaze landed on the bed in the center of the wall. She had been in his room, in his bed, on so many other occasions, but this time was different... and she was nervous. As if he could sense her nerves, Eddie approached Y/N, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck once again.

"Everything okay?" Eddie murmured, brushing some hair away from her shoulder and pressing another kiss there.

"Everything is perfect, Eds. Kiss me, please." Y/N begged. Eddie turned her around so fast that she was dizzy, a passionate kiss amplifying the feeling. Eddie pushed Y/N until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, the girl sitting down so fast Eddie had to slouch to keep their lips attached. As they made out, Y/N's hands fiddled with Eddie's belt, but he stopped her.

"No, sweetheart. Tonight, is about you." Eddie declared, kissing away the pout that formed at his rejection. Kissing her once again, Eddie nudged Y/N's shoulder to get her to lay back. He kissed down her front again, stopping to play with her breasts once more, reveling in the moan she released. He dropped one breast with a pop before continuing further south, pressing kisses on every inch of skin he could get his hands on until he reached her tight leather pants. He glanced up at her briefly, catching the quick nod she gave him before he snapped open the button and tugged the pants off her legs.

Eddie groaned at the sight of matching black lace panties, burying his face into the fabric and taking a deep breath, relishing in the scent of her arousal.

"You wear these for him, princess? Pretty slut for some jack-off who doesn't know how to treat a woman when he has one?" Eddie felt jealousy surge through him as he literally ripped the panties off, diving into her pussy with such ferocity that Y/N pulled on his curls hard. She moaned loudly at the feeling of his mouth on her, shaking when his tongue hit just the right spot.

"Fuck, Eddie, feels so good!" Y/N screamed, tugging on his curls once again. Eddie moaned against her clit as he slid a finger between her folds, thrusting it inside her in one quick motion. Y/N shuddered again as the feeling overwhelmed her. Eddie added another finger and sealed his lips around her clit, sucking hard on the little bud. He curled his fingers and brushed against her g-spot, smirking at the obscene sound that came out of her throat. Eddie's fingers worked hard and fast against her, coaxing her toward the edge of orgasm. She clenched around him, her moans becoming louder and more desperate as she wriggled under him.

"Princess, you feel so good. You're close, huh? Don't hold back, sweetheart, let me feel it." Eddie finished his sentence, wrapping his lips around her clit again, pulling her orgasm from her in record time. She released with a scream of his name, a gush of arousal flowing into Eddie's mouth as he worked her through her peak. She pushed him away, overstimulated and spent.

"God, Eddie." She whined as he pulled away from her pussy, slithering up to kiss her once more. They both moaned at the contact, the smell of sex circling around them.

"We're not done yet, pretty girl. I want you to cum around my cock, screaming my name so loud that the entire park can hear who's making you feel so good." Y/N whimpered as Eddie pulled away to undress. He wasted no time, stripping so quickly that he practically gave Y/N whiplash. He slammed his mouth on hers again, climbing on top of her and running his dick through her folds, using her arousal as lubricant before positioning his tip at her entrance.

In one thrust, he was buried to the hilt, the pair breaking the kiss and moaning in unison. Eddie started moving slowly, teasing the girl underneath him.

"Oh, God you feel so good, honey. So wet for me, so perfect." Eddie grunted, thrusting hard and smirking at the responsive moan he got out of her.

"Fuck, Eddie! Harder, please," Y/N sobbed, desperately clawing at Eddie's back.

"Oh, yeah? You want me to go harder, huh? You like it rough, sweetheart?" Eddie taunted as he picked up his pace, the head of his cock penetrating deep enough to hit her g-spot as he thrust furiously. Y/N whined, digging her nails into Eddie's shoulders as she met his thrusts with perfect timing. The more he talked, the wetter she became, and he was blissfully and painfully aware of that fact.

"Eddie, Eddie, fuck! Oh, my God you feel so good," She keened through gritted teeth, throwing her head back in pleasure as he speared the right spot again.

Eddie pressed up against her chest and leaned down and pressed his lips against her ear.

"Oh fuck, baby. You like when I talk, don't you? Yeah, I can feel it. So wet and tight and perfect for me, aren't you?" Eddie growled, sucking another hickey onto her neck as she clenched around his dick, moaning in pleasure as she tangled her fingers in his messy curls.

"Yes, fuck, I love when you talk dirty to me, Eddie. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so close." Y/N wailed, her second orgasm bubbling beneath the surface of her skin.

"I can feel it, honey. Give it to me, sweetheart. It's gonna feel so good. Come for me, Y/N." With a scream and a perfectly timed thrust from Eddie, Y/N's orgasm took over, a flash of white blinding her due to the intensity. The feeling of her pussy gripping his cock drove Eddie to the edge, his orgasm slamming into him abruptly. He buried himself deeper as his warm cum filled her to the brim.

Eddie kissed Y/N once more as he pulled out of her, both of them whining at the loss of contact.

"That was.... amazing, Eddie." Y/N sighed, cuddling into Eddie's side and pressing a kiss to his chest.

"Yeah it was. I don't even care that it was sloppy seconds," Eddie teased, barking out a loud laugh as Y/N smacked his chest, dramatically scooting away from him. "Nuh uh, sweetheart. You're mine now." He dragged her back into bed, kissing her hair as she made herself comfortable again.

"Oh yeah? Well, I think I can get used to being yours, Munson. Just keep talking like that and you'll get whatever you want."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, sweetheart." Eddie replied with a smile, kissing his dream girl once again to seal the deal.

[shojizbae]

A Whole New girl

Min Ho x Fem! Reder

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Sunday came around and Min Ho seemed to still be on the warpath of a makeover. Although (Y/n) didn't understand why, she had new hair, new clothes, and a skincare routine she actually remembered to do at night. This is even what she was reflecting on while she did the morning skincare routine he assigned her. When she exited her bathroom she saw the whole new wardrobe that Min Ho purchased her.

God, how much could this cost? She knelt down with a crack to her knees to try to scrap something together for the day. Her closet was empty sans a trench coat her aunt got her for Christmas and some lingerie her other aunt bought her as a joke present. I hope you'll be doing a lot more than kissing at KISS she chided with a wink. Luckily some of her painting clothes had been saved from his tirade because they were hidden in a cardboard board marked 'precious'.

She got some underwear out of a drawer and even managed to find the matching bra, a stupid middle school obsession. most of her socks had been tossed and replaced with fresh ones. I guess that's kind.

She found a white tank top hidden in her pillows ad tossed that one then searched for a pair of pants. This morning she had to tutor Shlomo on an upcoming physics exam and she couldn't be late because she had to get to church. Oh crap, what am I supposed to wear to church? She ran her hands through her hair.

Oh my God, my dad is going to hate this hair! She panicked. She did the easiest thing she had learned to do from now on. Text Min Ho. She sent him an SOS text and found a pair of socks. He was knocking on her door and she sprinted out of her room to rip the front door open and drag him in my his forearm.

"Ow! Ow! Man, you're pushy!"

"Listen I need clothing! I have no idea how to dress myself!" she tucked her glasses up

"Why aren't you wearing your contacts. They were quite expensive." his smarmy face showed that he had all the power.

"Would you just listen to me?" she swatted his arm "You got rid of all my clothes I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear and I have to be at the library in seven minutes!" she yelled at him in Korean

"All right calm down," she gave him a sharp look "I'll style you, but uh" his eyes were fixated on her hips "Why aren't you wearing pants?" instantly she tried to cover her legs with her arms. But when that didn't work she decided to jump under the covers of her bed.

"Alright, alright calm down, I've seen plenty of girls in much less." he squatted in front of one of the bags and pulled out a stylist mini skirt

"Are you crazy? I have to go to church after this!"

"Really you go to church?"

"Yeah you don't"

"I mean, not often."

"Well, my dad's a deacon and military so I can't disobey him, and skipping church is a huge disobeying."

"You're dad is in the military?"

"YES! Now please find me some pants!"

"I've never had a girl beg for me to put pants on them, I don't hate it." he resumed digging through the bags until he found some brown plaid pants. He tossed them at her and she caught them and ripped the tags off without hesitation. She leaped out of her covers and tugged them off. Min Ho enjoyed the show. Even though the legs were wide, the waist was small and the was some brief resistance getting the pants around her hips.

"Ok, I need a better shirt that this, there's no tank tops aloud at my church."

"What are you, fundamentalists?" "Protestants." she tugged the tank top off her body and tossed it at her pillows, joining him at the bags.

"Uh here," He handed her a ballet-necked, beige body suit and then got her a jean jacket. She grunted a the snaps and tugged her pants down and readjusted her underwear

She tossed a pair of black Doc Martens, grabbed the jacket from Min Ho, and threw her backpack over her shoulder. She arrived at the library four minutes and 13 seconds late.

The only way she knew that is because, for the entirety of the lesson, Shlomo reminded her. Shlomo was insufferable so the whole time she was looking forward to going to church. Luckily the 85 minutes passed at a crawling speed. She was able to hop on her regular bus to get to church.

Man, was her dad angry about her hair. She was on time, and she was dressed well. Not an ounce of inappropriate collarbone or shoulder showing. But still, her father gave her the sharpest glare and huffed from his nose upon her arrival. He still had her hand out pamphlets and fans. She had to stand and sing with the choir and hand around the donations basket. The whole time though, her father was looming over her shoulder.

Afterward, she had her stay to help set up for the funeral of someone's grandma. She didn't stay long, once people started rolling in, she knew her father wouldn't want the masses to see her. The procession had been whispering through the whole service about her improved appearance. But her dad hated it.

His emotions were buried deep with (Y/n)'s mother, he hadn't shown any emotions his whole life. His dad, (Y/n)'s Grandpa never taught him how. So when he wasn't good enough at school, he joined the army. After losing his right leg below the knee, he was honorably discharged. His father called it disgraceful. They have spoken since (Y/n) was born. He took to the bible for comfort. All day he preached about loving all. But, he was never one to say 'I love you' to his children.

He is never direct and so (Y/n) figured out from disapproving grunts that he didn't like the way his daughter looked. She rode the bus back to campus and limped because her brand new Doc Martens hadn't been broken in. They were pinching her all day. So as soon as she got 'home'.

She didn't realize she was crying until she pulled her head up from her pillow and saw the twin wet spots.

"Why are you so upset?"

"Are you being empathetic right now?" She sniffled and sat up criss-cross apple sauce

"Well, you are sobbing into your sheets, did church not go as planned?"

"No," she sniveled "it did not go as planned. I mean, the sermon was lovely we talked about loving our husbands and our neighbors."

"Then what happened?"

"It's everything that's not the actual sermon, it's all the procession whispering about me. I used to be unnoticed but ever since you waltzed into my life, people have been paying attention to me. It was fine when people at church were saying that it was unfortunate that my mom died and how I've blossomed into a young woman or whatever. But today all anyone could say is that I've lost my way or my dad needs to put the reigns on me. "

"Your mom died?"

"Yeah- uh" the ring of her phone cut her off

"Sergeant dad' it read

"Athair?" she began knowing she didn't want Min Ho to understand this conversation. Her dad fired at her in the same language. For an uninterrupted 17 minutes, she sat down and took every pejorative that her father hurtled at her. She sat and let her face wobble as she tried to keep her expression stone-like. Even if he wasn't looking at her she knew his deserving glare would harden. He said emotions were weaknesses. So she sat while he one-sidedly hurled insults at his daughter.

"Tha mi duilich, dad" she responded, sounding defeated. Then she hung up the call and plugged her phone in at her nightstand. She took a deep breath and folded her hands in her lap. she was quiet fro a moment. an eerie silence passed over the two as she presumably prayed.

"Are you alright?"

"No, uh I just got kicked out of the church. Well not kicked out but I was told not to come back to the service until I've 'pulled myself together' and when I looked less like a 'harlot'." she didn't look in Min Ho's direction until she finished her vent.

"That's what he was saying? What language was he speaking?" Min Ho decided he was going to try to redirect her

"Yeah we were speaking Gaelic, we picked it up when he was stationed in Scotland."

"That's cool, so, how many languages can you speak?"

"Uh like four fluently. Korean, English, Scottish Gaelic, and German

"Fluently?"

"Well, I can understand some conversational Swedish and Russian." She shrugged her jean jacket off and hung it up in her closet. She returned with armfuls of hangers that were left behind by Min Ho.

"That's really cool,"

"Yeah, I guess." She got the rest of the hangers out and started dumping the bags of clothes on her bed. She told Min Ho a story about living in Scotland and sneaking to pubs last year.

"So how'd you end up at KISS?"

"My dad wanted to move back to the homeland after he got discharged."

"why'd he get released?"

"He lost a foot to a landmine."

"He went to war?"

"No, we were in Scotland and they were testing new bombs and one commander marched them through the testing zone. A few people died and he now doesn't have two tibias." Min Ho joined her hanging up various jackets and pants. It was impossible to ignore the lingerie in the closet. Instead, every time she would put stuff in she pushed the lacy piece deeper in.

They worked silently, at least (Y/n) was quiet. Min Ho was kind of enjoying being around a girl who doesn't crumble at his feet. Eventually, she tired of the outfit she was wearing. The reality that Min Ho was still in the room feeding skirts onto hangers from her mattress had slipped her mind. She reached for the button of her pants and started sliding them down her hip and she stepped out of them. She undid the snaps and tugged the long sleeves over her head tossing it to the side.

Before she could unclasp her bra she hear a 'uawaaah' of shock. she spun around hands still grabbing her bra this time by the cups.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing?" he shot back

"I was changing! Get out!" she directed a finger at her door

"Fine!" he put the clothes down and fled her room. She was very flustered as she tugged on a pair of men's checkered boxers and found that white tank from earlier. She finished shoving the clothes in her closet and then pulled the precious box down. From the box, she provided a heavily paint stained flannel shirt.

She opened the drawer under her bed and got out a canvas and a palette. She set to a painting without a plan. In the end, it was time for dinner so she put a bra back on and then put real pants. She sat by herself during dinner

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On Monday she woke up 30 minutes early to do her skincare and then, scarily, her makeup. The occasional lip gloss and mascara combo was the most she had done ever. But, per Min Ho's instructions, she was to follow the tutorial he sent her. It was a youtube tutorial with way too many emojis in the title. She followed it to a tee.

Especially because Min Ho had bought all the products in the video for her. Makeup wasn't nearly as hard as she imagined, or maybe some skills had transferred over. She checked the time and noticed that she was on the path to being late for class. She finished touching up her lip tint and hurried to get her uniform on.

She ran to get to the first class, Professor Chae for Korean Language. All the way to lunch she had to endure the whispers. She managed to get contacts in so the glasses were out. Now, all she had to do was enjoy a meal in silence. She put in her earbuds cracked open a book ad much on some noodles while listening to an album from the '40s she had recently discovered.

Before she could enjoy her lunch six other trays slapped down on the table. Across from her sat kitty and next to kitty was Q and next to Q was Florian. Which left her in a Dae-Min Ho sandwhich.

"So, (Y/n) I'm loving this new you."

"I'm not," I muttered in Korean

"Why aren't you loving the new you?" Min Ho responded in Korean

"I don't hate looking pretty, I just hate all the attention it draws," I told the group in English

"Well as much, as you're not enjoying being pretty I need to ask you a favor."

"Hit me,"

"Can you use your prettiness to draw people in for my hike tomorrow night?" Q gave me a puppy face.

"Uhh, that's a pass."

"What! but please!"

"Look I don't know why you guys all just flooded in so quickly and assumed you're my friends. I never really wanted this makeover in the first place!" Oh man, that just slipped right out

"Then why'd you let me spend all that money on you! And waste my time with you!"

"I don't know, it was just nice for one person to be paying attention and you know doting on me. But now it's-" words got stuck in the back of my throat. I picked up my backpack and my book and stomped away. I was acting like an immature little girl so I made my way to Professor Lee's classroom.

He didn't mind having me on there, I'm quiet. I continue on my book and catch myself every time I start humming along to the lyrics. Eventually, the bell rings, and students start filtering through the door and I sit through the lecture taking diligent notes. The final class hits, Chem. Sadly I'm confronted by the whole group that sat with me.

They never confronted me but now I have the ultra-clear vision to see every time they sneak a glance at me. Torture. All this attention is torture. The room feels hots, time is crawling by and we are forced to do partner work. Kitty scurries over with that over excited smile on her face.

“What Kitty?”

“I want to be your partner.”

“Fine, you could use an A” way harsh, don’t be a bitch

“Alright,” her expression fell

“I’m sorry Kitty. I didn’t mean it to come out the way it did.”

“That’s fine, everyone makes mistakes. And I do need an A.” I felt my cheeks lift at the same time as hers. Whew. We wrap up an experiment on molecular mass versus the velocity of protons. Very intriguing.

I follow Kitty out of the chemistry lab and we pick up smoothies and walk through the sun. Kitty tells me about her mom and how she’s here to learn more about her. We trade stories of our dads trying to help us through our first period. General girl bonding. She seems sweet enough I should at snapped at her.

“Kitty, I want to apologize once again for what I said at class, and at lunch.”

“Oh that’s not necessary-“

“But it is. I’m sorry Kitty. I just feel like all this pressure on me to be the best and the nicest, and now like the prettiest. I mean, I could never rival you, or Eunice or Yuri.”

“Uh, (Y/n) have you, er have you ever had friends before?”

“Not really, I used to sneak around with the kids in base. But, we moved around so much I never made true friends.”

“Well, consider me your first. I’m Katherine Song Covey, Kitty to my friends.”

“I’m (Y/n) Sae-Byeok (L/n). (Y/n) to my friends.”

“Wait Sae-Byeok, like that girl from Squid Games?”

“Exactly.” I take the final sip of my smoothie and toss the plastic cup in a nearby recycling bin.

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I bring Kitty up to my dorm and let her ransack my brand-new closet. While she rips out far overpriced clothes, I ready a study guide for her in English and copy it down in Korean so she can practice reading.

"OH my god, (Y/n) Min Ho bought you Fendi?" She holds up a really thick mini skirt

"I guess. I didn't really grow up caring about brands. on the base, the only difference our clothes had was the pins you earned. I mostly just wore tank tops from dropout pogues."

"Well this skirt," she held it up to her body and looked in the mirror attached to the closet "Is very stylish and very expensive."

"Well I don't really care about my looks. I guess I kind of stopped caring about them in eighth grade. I hit quite a depression, Wh Sorry I didn't mean to dump all that on you."

"That's alright." she pulled out a silky buttoned shirt

"I just, talking with someone about my feeling has never flowed this easily."

"Well thank you," I throw my notebook to the side and tuck my hair behind my ears

"Kitty can I admit something to you?"

"I don't really know the laws here but I'm pretty sure murder is still illegal."

"No, it's more gross feelings."

"Go ahead,"

"I recently was told not to go back to my church, and I am not handling it well. I just-I feel so neglected. I feel like I was left behind." I started to tear up

"Hey, hey it's fine. I'm gonna be right here for you, until curfew, then you can find me in here." she picks up my phone and I unlock it for her. I see her quickly punch her information in.

"Hey, Kitty?" she meets my burning eyes "Can we play dress up?" Twin smiles grow on our cheeks. We melt our woes with expensive clothes. Oooh, those could be song lyrics. Then we tediously clean up all the spilled clothes. She leaves with the copies of notes and I relax in my blankets. I roll open the drawer under my bed ad look at the painting created.

Oh, dear.

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Sorry, I Love You

Song by: Stray Kids

Lyrics by: Changbin (?) 😏

Please do not copy any of my work thanks <3

Nothing written here is true - everything is made up heh 😅

Highly recommended for STAYS ONLY ! ! 🤭

A/N: this is my very first work and i’m excited to see how i improve throughout my tumblr career lol. As you can see, i’m gonna start writing about kpop songs. Please support cuz I’m having some trouble looking for songs to write about. Comment and request for songs! hope this is good enough for yall out there thanks

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You met her at a park near your home. Listening to music, you walk around the sidewalks and daydream.

Suddenly somebody taps you on the shoulder. You whip around and see a girl wearing a white cap and black mask. Big brown eyes peer up at you through the brim of the cap. The girl looked no older than you are.

“Have a cheesecake! One for a dollar!!” she exclaims with a voice higher pitched than you expected.

“Uh- pardon?”

“Cheesecake! Hurry - eat or weep!”

“Okay okay jeez you don’t just creep up on someone and demand them to buy cheesecakes!”

“Are you gonna buy the cake or not?!”

Ungratefully, you throw a buck at the girl and take the cake. You were a little hungry after all.

The ungratefully-accepted cake was wrapped in a pretty wrapping bag. Before you could even mumble a thanks to the girl, she had already disappeared.

Tasting the cake and finding that it was just right, you plan to try it out whenever you see the chance again.

Sorry that I like you, I'm sorry I tried to hide my feelings, but I guess it was too obvious I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I like you

Everyday, you make sure to go to the park. The girl wasn’t there most of the time but once or twice she showed up. It seemed like she had this routine everyday for selling cheesecakes.

People rudely denied her offers so you would buy them most of the time. The girl would make a weird annoyed face (you can’t really tell because of the mask) but hands you the bags.. more and more softly and gently each time.

Soon enough, you and the girl become friends who meet everyday. You for the cheesecakes, and the girl for someone to talk to.

It wasn’t much after that when you found out that you might have fallen for the girl. She never revealed her face even when you begged her to show you.

But you can tell that the girl is nice just by her twinkling eyes that always tend to crease so beautifully every time you make her laugh.

I can't hide my feelings for you anymore

A month passes by quickly and the girl brought cheesecakes on a daily bases - now for free.

I bravely take a step closer to you

One time, you were jump roping and the girl insisted she try it. Since the girl was short, she had no problem doing an easy 30 jumps. But when she started getting a little exhausted, her shoelaces got untied and tripped.

Before hitting the floor, you grabbed her - one hand on her back and the other clasped tightly around the girl’s tiny fingers.

There was a moment of silence with unavoidable eye contact and you two jumped back from each other right away. Your face was burning and the girl seemed to be blushing behind her mask as well.

But this step was never easy

From that moment on, something lingered between the two of you. A feeling, an aura, that whenever you and the girl make eye contact, your heart feels like it’s going to explode.

I made up my mind long ago, but I still needed more time

Even though two months passed in a flash already, you still couldn’t bring up your feelings to the girl. Not even give a hint about it.

You were afraid that if you take this extra step towards her, the bridge would shatter and the tower of friendship you built proudly with her high and tall would collapse.

I still needed more time

So for the time being, you decided to keep your feelings hidden at the very bottom of the bottom of your heart. Friendship comes first before anything else - right…?

Turns out, the girl attends an art school close by the park. She studies culinary art and that’s where all the cheesecakes came from.

You were glad that you got to have a friend so close by that you never wanted to lose this friendship. Ever.

But maybe I took too long Our timings were off, I feel like I'm being punished What I did to get closer to you was rather Building a wall between us

As fall turned to winter, winter to spring, and then to summer, the girl started seeing you less and less.

Until finally one day, you decide to see her one more time.. one last time.

When I gave you a movie ticket, you were just so happy

Giggling excitedly, she nods her head yes.

I just wanted to be with you, the two of us, together

Grateful, you muster up a smile and tell her the exact time and date.

The tickets were just an excuse

As you wait for the girl to come, you make sure to recite something repeatedly in your head. “She’s just a friend. She has to work towards her career - put her dreams first. You can’t have her. Today will be the last day.”

Suddenly, a girl enters the theater with brown curious, round eyes. She was wearing a cute skirt and a matching jacket. Just when you were gonna look right past her, she waves at you.

It took a few seconds to realize that she was the girl you were waiting for.

You could barely recognize her because of one thing. She wasn’t wearing anything to cover her face - no mask.

With trembling hands you wave back at the girl. You’ve always daydreamed and imagined how she would look like without the mask on. Now, a wish was crossed off his bucket-list.

As the girl quickly speed-walked over to you, you couldn’t help it. You just had to see if she was real.

Slowly, very slowly so that she wouldn’t be surprised, you raise both of your hands up to the girl’s cheeks and held them up.

To be just friends, you're too beautiful

She was too beautiful to be true. Your whole world was in your hands.

I know I'll regret, so I decide to express my feelings

Looking back, you think it was a very stupid thing to do..

But I want to be more than just friends I like you too much

You cup the tiny face in your hands once more, lean forward, and brush your lips against the girl’s plump warm ones.

A few seconds later, you pull back. This was not part of the plan. You were not supposed to do that.

Sorry that I like you, I'm sorry I'm sorry for liking you If liking you is wrong, I’m sorry

You immediately turn around and walk towards the exit. You couldn’t bear with this much longer.

Sorry that I like you so much, I'm sorry I tried to hide my feelings, but I guess it was too obvious

Sorry, I love you.

You hear the girl’s voice behind you. Calling you. Calling your name.

“Han Jisung, wait!”

Facing her once more, you smile the warmest one you could ever hope to give her, hoping that she would get your message:

“Thank you for everything. You were the light of my dark and empty life. You are and will forever be the love of my life.”

Somehow, the both of you already knew… that you guys were completely two different people from two different worlds.

Even if the path might seem smooth and comfortable to walk into at the beginning, spikes and thorns will always be ready to charge at the two of you from any direction.

You were too scared and afraid that that might hurt the girl one day. You are always frightened and too much of a fool to believe anything. But this might just turn out to be the best choice for the girl - that you knew.

“She has a dream. A career she wants to work for. But I don’t,” you think.

And with that, the theater door opens and closes. Which also leads to the end of this story as well.

But with the end of every story, comes the conclusion.

Well along with the end of this story, comes the outcome of a new person, inherited with a new life. A brand new, determined life that started thanks to a single cheesecake, a young girl who made them from culinary classes, and a boy who will forever treasure these memories forever. Not until the end of time itself.

Phone Dialing…

“Hello?”

“Hey Jisung, what’s up?”

“You still haven’t given up on auditioning for that group in that entertainment have you?”

“Nope. You know I’m Seo Changbin, I never give up! Anyways what do you want? I’m hungry!”

“Give me a few minutes. I’m gonna send you some lyrics and I was hoping you’d make it into a song.”

“A song? Ohh when did you get into writing songs?”

“Since never! Don’t tell anyone that these lyrics are from me.”

“Then what do you want me to do? Say I wrote the lyrics and cover it all up by my name?”

“Yeah! That’s exactly what you should do!”

“Umm, I don’t know about this.”

“Come on. You said you’re hungry right? I’ll buy you a cheesecake right now!”

“Ew, I don’t like cheesecake. And since when did you get addicted to those?!”

“It’s been a while now thanks to a somebody.. So will you help me or not?!”

“Alright alright fine! Send the lyrics to me first and see ya at the bbq restaurant down my street!”

“BBQ?! Ayo we were gonna eat cheesecake today!”

“Okay. Lemme get something straight - who’s helping who out? I think I deserve to eat some gogi today.”

“I curse you in the name of cheesecakes that you will one day do an asmr and shall suffer from eating gogi by the wrath of the cheesecake gods!”

“Ha! Dream on. Send the lyrics to me quick before I change my mind!”

“Okay okay!”

“Oh, and by the way what’s the song name gonna be?”

“HUH? Oh, the title? Uhhhhhhhhhh I have a specific one I wanted for the song but since it’s gonna sound too cringy you can change it if you want.”

“Just tell me what it is already!”

[jurassicsickfics]

Title: Help me, Annie

Laurie Strode had had a miserable day. All day long at school, she'd been plagued with dull, relentless nausea and occasional cramps. Lynda was oblivious, but Annie picked up on the fact that something was off with Laurie almost as soon as they met outside her house to walk to school. The curly-haired teen opted not to say anything, however, because she knew that Laurie wouldn't admit anything until she was good and ready anyway. The school day dragged on and on; two or three times Laurie excused herself to go to the bathroom when she felt for sure she'd throw up, but all she could get up was a couple burps. Finally, after what felt like 2 weeks to Laurie, the last bell of the day rang, and she and Lynda waited outside for Annie. Annie was always late. When she finally showed up, the three set off for home. Laurie felt like she was dying and didn't look much better. She was pale, her cheeks flushed, and a thin layer of sweat on her face and neck. As they started walking, Laurie tried to convince herself that her belly pains were just gas; after all, she had been belching all day. Walking usually helped gas pain, so she was eager for the walk; she was rudely disappointed, though, when the movement made it worse. It was almost as if the motion of her own walking was making her seasick. Even Lynda started to notice that something was off, now, but she was quickly distracted by the realization that she had a date with Bob tonight. As soon as Lynda was at home, and out of earshot, Laurie stopped in her tracks and turned to Annie.

"Oh, Annie, you've gotta help me. I feel so sick, I've felt sick all day, please help... your mom's a nurse, you must've learned someone from her." The blonde begged, nearly in tears. Annie was stunned; her brown eyes wide with surprise. Laurie never acted like this, so Annie knew that her best friend must feel really awful.

"I um...I don't know much but...I can try. Why don't I stay with you tonight? I'm sure my parents won't mind." Annie suggested, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder.

Laurie nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes yes please! Thank you so much, Annie."

That evening, the girls were sitting together on the couch, watching some kind of romance comedy on TV. Laurie's parents weren't home, so the girls had the house to themselves. Laurie was lying down, her head on Annie's lap and a warm, damp washcloth clutched to her bare stomach. She'd started getting hot flashes and cold sweats, so she'd stripped down to a sports bra and shorts. Annie was rubbing her back, her heart slowly breaking with every whimper and moan from poor Laurie.

"Laurie, what can I do? Is there anything you think would help?" Annie asked, fighting to keep her voice from breaking.

Laurie didn't hesitate at all to answer. "I need to puke." She said bluntly, clutching the corner of Annie's shirt in her fist.

Annie's eyes widened. "Like, right now?"

Laurie shook her head. "N-no it's...I want to, I feel like I need to, but nothing comes up."

Annie nodded as she understood. "Well, there's a couple things I can try to help."

With that the two made their way to the bathroom. Laurie sat on the floor in front of the toilet. Her first attempt was to firmly pat Laurie's back.

Laurie moaned as Annie's hand made contact with her back; it felt good, but, all it did was coax a couple big burps out of her. "Not enough..." she mumbled. Annie nodded. "Ok, plan B it is." Annie replied as she began to gently press her palm against Laurie's slightly bloated belly. She could feel it gurgling and churning under her palm, it felt painful...

Annie slowly increased pressure; digging in more and more. Laurie managed a gag over the toilet bowl but...still nothing.

"You got a plan C?" The blonde asked, her voice strained from the discomfort. Annie sighed sadly.

"I didn't really wanna have to do this but, it's all I can think to try now. Open up."

Laurie was a bit confused as to what Annie was planning to do, but she complied. It became clear, though, when she felt her friend shove almost her whole hand into her mouth. Laurie yelped in surprise as Annie pressed her finger against the back of Laurie's throat. Laurie started to gag, her eyes watering as she squeezed them shut.

But still, nothing came up. Annie gave Laurie a quick break to catch her breath before going in again, teasing the back of her friend's throat with her fingers. Laurie's gagging started to sound wetter, with some coughs and burps thrown in every so often. But that wasn't the goal, now, was it?"

She needed to throw up.

Annie gave her friend one last break, and Laurie was gagging and whimpering even with Annie's hand out of her mouth; her gag reflex was not happy. Annie took a deep breath and pressed into her friend's throat one more, determined time.

Laurie let out a loud, wet belch before promptly vomiting all down Annie's front before she could turn to the toilet. It didn't phase Annie, though. She was almost as relieved as Laurie was, and she patted her back as she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

After about 2 long, painful minutes, Laurie leaned back, panting. She moaned softly, "Ooh...that felt so good...Annie, thank you so much. " she breathed.

"You're so welcome, Laurie, dear. " she replied sweetly.

Laurie then noticed the vomit splattered on the front of Annie's shirt. "Oh, Annie, I'm so sorry..."

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's no big deal. I'm just glad you got that nasty stuff out of that cute little tummy of yours." Annie said with a smirk.

Laurie giggled bashfully as she wiped her mouth with a piece of toilet paper. She tossed the paper into the toilet, closed the lid, and flushed it. She gave a relived sigh. "Wanna go cuddle?" Annie asked.

"Ye- after you get the puke off you." Laurie said, a teasing smile on her lips.

Annie smirked. "Oh of course, your majesty. I'll shower first."

[modernstoner]

ghosts| p.parker

peter tutoring you has it's perk.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warning: smut.

w/c: 0.9k

a/n: inspired by this twt link [here]. let's ignore the act that i disappeared for like 6 months lmfao, enjoy ♡

"you don't believe in ghosts?" you ask peter, watching as his breath hitched at how close your face was to his.

you grinned at him, waiting for a response.

never in peter's life had he thought that you would be in the same room as him. let alone, on the same couch with him.

after finding out you were almost failing chemistry, the teacher recommend getting tutored. that's when you got the brilliant idea to ask peter for help.

"n-no, not really." he awkwardly shrugged before chuckling, looking down, not daring to make eye contact with you.

you made him nervous, like really nervous, it's not every day that peter is with a pretty girl. "why not?" you grinned, waiting for a response.

the tutoring and homework were all forgotten by now, the only thing the two of you focused on was, whose going to make the first move

the tension danced in the air as you waited for peter to answer instead he turned to you, hesitantly leaning in, seeing how nervous peter was, you decided to make the move first.

your lips touched his, and the butterflies in his stomach exploded. you moved your lips, waiting for him to follow your direction, he immediately took the sign.

your lips synced with his. it was gentle, tender, and sweet but quickly, something in peter changed. his lips became desperate, he hopelessly moved his hip a little, getting it closer to yours.

you smirked between the kiss, peter took the opportunity to slide in his tongue, earning a soft groan from you. tongue crashing into each other, your hand flies to his brown curls, pulling them.

you finally pulled away from the kiss, catching your breath. peter whined when he lost contact with your lips, seeing how swollen and wet his lips were, made you feel some type of way.

you started to kiss and lightly suck on his neck, earning a low moan from him. "what do you want, peter?" you asks, kissing his jaw before nibbling on his earlobe.

"i-i want you." he struggled to say, his fingers fidgeting with the hem f your loose shirt, asking for a silent request to take them off.

"how?" you hum, kissing down his neck, slowly and teasingly.

"your h-hands, i want your hands, so so bad."

gosh, he was so desperate.

your lips curved into a smile. "your wish is my command." that's all you say before tackling his belt, pulling down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers and his star wars shirt.

"mind taking that off for me?" you gently ask, narrowing your eyes at his shirt.

he gulped and nodded. he ripped his shirt so fast that it made you giggle. "you're adorable." you say, your fingers caressing his abs.

you groaned at the sight in front of you, but more importantly, his hardened cock in front of you. you let your hands caress down his thighs and where he wanted you the most.

his cock was so hard, that it outlined through his boxers. your index finger tracing him, obviously teasing him. peter squirmed beneath you, impatiently waiting for you to do something.

finally, you decided to pull down his boxer, letting his cock spring out. you admired how it looked, the red tip already leaking precum, begging to be touched.

"please, (y/n)." he sighed, looking at you in awe.

you started off slow, moving your hands up and down, slipping your thumb over his tip when you pass it. you use his precum as lube, the steady movements were killing him, taking matters into his own hands.

he begins to thrust into your hand, surprised at his sudden action but seeing him, desperately fucking himself with your hand made you aroused.

you formed your hand into a fist, slightly pressing it making him moan out loud.

he closed his eyes in utter bliss, his whole world was euphoric. loving the way your hand felt around his twitching cock, "(y/n), i— ugh, i'm gonna c-cum—"

"no."

peter's eyes widen in surprise. "w-what?" he asks, thinking he heard you wrong.

"you heard me. you will not cum until i say so." a devilish smirk creeps up on your face.

you push peter's hip down, his cock still in your hand. you bobbed your hand, faster than before. taking your other hand, rubbing your palm on his red tip as he tried his best to stay quiet.

you noticed it, frowning, you leaned in, smashing your lips with his. guiding his mouth towards your tongue, tongue clashing in with each other.

peter kept moaning, whining against your lips as you swallowed all of it. you pulled away due to the lack of oxygen, your hand still repeating the same movement.

"(y/n)— i can't t-take it." his hips stutter into your hand. smirking, you go faster, earning the loudest moan from him.

he was reaching one of the best orgasms he ever had, twitching and jerking beneath you. you attacked his neck, sucking harshly, making sure to leave a dark purple mark the next day.

"hmmph— (y/n), i—"

"come on, cum like the little slut you are." you whispered in his ears, now using both of your hands to fasten the pace.

and there he was, cumming all over your fingers, some even landing on your shirt but you didn't care. peter lets out the most angelic moan, his tensed muscles finally calming down.

eyeing him up and down, you went to the bathroom as peter relaxed down. you arrived back with some tissues and some hot water, handing him the cup of water, you cleaned the mess that you created.

you hear him place the cup next to the table before cupping your face and kissing you. you smile into the kiss, embracing this short intimate moment.

"so, how about i return you the favor?"

© modern-stoner

[barbiewritesstuff]

Friendly jealousy

-- This is a platonic Hangman x reader but I can totally see it evolving into something more, so if you want me to make this a multi chapter thing, please tell me --

They were all chilling at the Hard Deck after a long day out training in the sun. Hangman was on his first ice cold beer and sipping in slowly to make it last. Rooster and Bob were playing pool and Phoenix was trying to run interference in Rooster's game. 

Coyote and Fanboy had left a few seconds for another round.

Hangman was cosy, so cosy that he almost fell asleep on one of the bar's crummy sofas. 

A hand shook him out of his state of semi consciousness.

It belonged to a lovely looking girl with long curls, gorgeous eyes and an absolutely disarmingly charming smile. And, Hangman had to add to his description, a knack for getting him to do whatever she wanted. 

"I need help" 

"Let me guess, the car won't start." 

Hangman wasn't surprised, her shitty Bronco looked so beat up that he wasn't even sure it was road legal. She wasn't a bad driver by any stretch of the imagination -- after all, he'd taught her -- but she'd inherited it from her brother who had, in turn, inherited it from her father. It was a miracle it even drove. 

"Look, I have tried to fix it like, six times this month. It's junk Y/n, just get a new car…"

Phoenix was now interested in the conversation. What was that? Was Hangman actually being friendly? She must have been dreaming.

"Hey, easy for you to say, with your swish Lieutenant salary and all, but not all of us can drive a sports car." She replied "Please try again. I'll have to hitch a ride otherwise, and I don't fancy my chances with my cohort…" 

They both looked back at where she had come from. Two guys were very obviously staring at her ass. She shivered.

"I'll drive you home" Hangman offered

"Jake, you're off tomorrow. You're going to go home at like 3 am, I have to be up by then for training. Please" She begged with her big brown eyes that could have made him do anything. 

"I could always help with your car. I'm sure it's not impossible to get it to go, Hangman might just be missing something." Another voice said. Y/n turned around to see who they were and came face to face with someone's chest. Looking up was a cute face sporting a mustache and aviator sunglasses. 

"You must be Rooster." She said, extending a hand. Behind her, Hangman stood up to his full height. Both men towered over her, it made her feel rather claustrophobic. She stepped out from between them and made eye contact with the only other woman in their group.

Phoenix was intrigued by the girl. She looked as unthreatening as could be with her civilian clothes -- jean shorts and barbie crop top -- but she held some sort of power over Hangman, not that they seemed to be in any type of relationship. She was far too snarky and comfortable around him, and Phoenix knew how the types of girls Hangman slept with looked like. They tended to look star struck, she just looked tired and annoyed.

"I didn't miss anything, Bradshaw, the car is just a beater."

"If you're confident, you won't mind if I have a look then?" 

"I told you --" the two men were standing chest to chest now, talking through grinded teeth, the muscles in their jaws twitching menacingly

"On second thoughts, Jake, maybe you could drive me home now." Y/n stepped in.

Hangman wasted no time to get out of there and into his car. 

Luckily, she only lived a few minutes away.

"Stay away from him, Y/n, he's only trying to get into your pants." He warned, she chuckled and he could feel the heat rise to his cheeks

"Jakey, what you and seemingly every other man in my life seems to forget, is that I am a grown woman. I can make my own decisions." Hangman opened his mouth but she interrupted him. "I don't need your permission to sleep with anyone, and I also don't need you to look out for me at all times, it's cute but unnecessary."

She kissed his cheek and got out.

"Thanks for the ride Jakey, text you soon." She screamed from the porch of her house. Hangman waved at her mother, who was looking at them through the kitchen window and then put his car into gear and drove off. 

Strange, he'd never felt so jealous about her before.

[tywrites]

velvet tongue | ryan erzahler

request: HHIIIII PLEASE RYAN X READER OHHHH MY GOD so like one night the reader decides to tease him a lot and there is like a huge build of of sexual tension and than he’s finally like girl pls😭😭 and so we release all of his tension LOLif this is a no that’s so fine i can totally write it myself i just love ur stuff lol - @ggrrrararrararara​

a/n: oh my GOD. ok i had a lot of fun writing this... i think i might have made him subbier than expected but i really hope you enjoy aaa <33

pairing: ryan erzahler x gen!reader

summary: you’re a tease and ryan needs some release ;)

word count: 1, 916

warnings: sub!ryan, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), 18+

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He was on his knees. And god, he looked pretty when he was on his knees.

You circled around him slowly, eyeing him like a predator. He was so fucking gorgeous. His brown skin glowed in the candlelight as he shivered under your intense gaze. His pretty eyes followed you around the room, looking up at you curiously. You wanted nothing more than to ruin him right at that moment.

But you played the long game. You planned to make him beg. Have him writhing beneath you, pleading with you to make him feel good.

Only then would you oblige.

You stopped behind him. Reaching out, you traced patterns on the back of his neck with your fingertips, oh so lightly. You heard a sharp inhale, smiling to yourself. When you'd first hooked up, you were surprised to find that Ryan was incredibly sensitive everywhere. His neck, his torso, his inner thighs... All you'd have to do is run your fingers over him and he'd be gasping under you.

As you dragged the tips of your fingers over his skin, you felt the heat radiating from him like a furnace. Kneeling beside him, you brought your face close to him, ghosting your lips over his neck. Ryan bit his lip, his eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. You could smell his cologne, a subtle pine scent with a hint of citrus. You pressed a soft, deliberate kiss to his neck. You felt him tense under your lips, before melting into you, trying to lean into your body for some kind of contact.

"You're so needy, Ryan," you whispered in his ear.

He recoiled, gulping. "I.. I'm not," he retorted, lowering his head.

"Oh? So you don't want to finish this then?"

His head snapped to you, his face twisted in despair. "No! I mean, yes.. I do want to finish-"

"Mm, but you said-"

"I didn't mean it, I just..." He grappled for something to say. "You're teasing me.."

You smirked meanly. "I would never. I'll give you exactly what you want,"

He perked up in hope.

"Eventually." You finished, standing up. He deflated.

You walked around to the front of him, taking all of him in. He was still fully clothed which definitely needed to be fixed. He looked desperate, but not desperate enough to beg. Not yet. You needed to break him, pull it out of him.

You walked closer, so close that his face was directly in front of your crotch. He bit his lip, trying not to stare as his eyes darted anywhere but right in front of him.

"Cute," you teased. Ryan felt his cheeks heat up, his dick hardening in his trousers. "Don't worry, you'll get this later," you chuckled, rubbing yourself over your jeans. You caressed his chin. "If you beg, of course."

"I'm not going to beg," he said weakly. Your eyes narrowed, hand going to his hair before yanking it, not too hard but hard enough to make him whimper.

"Oh, you'll beg. I'll make sure of it. Stand up."

He stood up on shaky legs. You immediately pulled him close to your body, your hands fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt. You could feel his erection against your thigh and fuck, it was hard to hold back. You made quick work of his shirt, pulling it over his head before balling it up and chucking it somewhere in the cabin. He wasn't crazy muscular, but he was nicely toned and structured. His skin was smooth, pretty moles dotted around his body.

He bashfully moved to cover up, but you caught his wrists. "Please don't. You're gorgeous,"

This made him all the more shy but he couldn't help appreciating your words. Praise just made him feel like putty in your hands. He was still processing your comment when you pressed your lips against his. He leaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your neck as he clung to you. Your hands roamed his body, sliding up his sides with feather-light touches making him shiver in your arms. You began walking him backwards, not stopping until you had him pressed against the wall of the cabin. He whimpered when you smoothly fitted your leg between his thighs, the pressure on his dick making his legs tremble. You continued to kiss him roughly as you pinned him to the wall. Your hands eventually slid down to his trousers, swiftly unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper.

Heart speeding up at your ministrations, Ryan gasped into your mouth as you released him from his pants, letting them fall down to his feet. He hurriedly stepped out of them, his underwear now the only barrier between his body and you. His hazy mind barely registered the fact that you were still fully clothed, but once it did, his face flushed in shame.

"You're so pretty like this, love," you panted in his ear, pressing hot kisses down the side of his neck. "Can't wait to have you under me,"

He whined, his hips grinding against your thigh as he clung to you. He hated what you did to him. His usually calm and collected front destroyed, reduced to a whiny mess. But he didn't care. He set aside his shame for you – the way you touched him, the way you made him feel completely making up for his broken pride.

You chuckled, feeling the way he bucked his hips into your leg. He was so cute. It was funny because you expected him to be a little more dominant than he was. Guess you brought out the submissive side to him.

"Stop teasing, it's not fair," he grumbled in frustration, his dick straining against his boxers uncomfortably.

"Aw, it's not fair? You know how to end this, love. All you have to do is say the word,"

He went silent, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss once again. Time to up the ante.

Your hand slid down, fiddling with the hem of his boxers before slipping inside. He gasped in surprise when he felt your hand on his cock, gripping it firmly as your thumb circled his tip. He groaned, legs buckling under him. You grinned to yourself as he grasped your shoulders, trying so hard to hold himself up.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good, Ryan?" You looked him in the eyes, slowly stroking his cock.

With each stroke his brow furrowed more and more before he finally squeaked out a quiet "please..."

You smirked to yourself, your hand slowing on his cock. "What was that? Speak up a bit, love,"

He groaned in frustration, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He mumbled again.

"Say it louder or you'll get nothing,"

He took a deep breath. "Please," he said desperately.

Success. "Please what?"

He pouted. "Please... make me feel good. Please, I need you," he whispered quietly.

Christ.

You bit back a moan. You acted fast. You pulled him from the wall, walking over to the bed before pushing him down onto it. He landed on the soft sheets. You stood over him, gazing at him intently. You leaned down, bringing your face close to his crotch. You peppered gentle kisses onto his bulge, his face burning as he watched you. It was all far too much for him.

After having your fun, you hooked your fingers into his underwear and pulled them off. You stood back to take him in fully. He truly was beautiful. He squirmed under your intense stare, saying your name pleadingly.

Finally, you complied. You crawled on top of him, one hand going to his cock while the other spread his legs wide. He moaned loudly, his hand flying to his mouth in order to muffle them. If anyone heard him sounding like that, he would never live it down. Of course, you weren't too happy about this. Moving your hand from his thigh, you pulled his hand away from his mouth.

"Nuh uh," you smirked. "Let me hear those pretty noises, love,"

He gasped at a particularly rough stroke, hips chasing your hand. But it still wasn't enough.

"More," Ryan whined.

"More? But I'm already touching you, what more could you possibly want?" You teased, quickening your pace on his dick. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I- I want-"

"Yeah?"

"Want your..."

"Say it."

"Want your mouth, want your mouth on me, please please-" he garbled, grasping your arm as you pumped him.

"See, wasn't so hard, was it?" You smiled as you slowly lowered your face down until you were level with his cock. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation, breathing quickening as he waited for what he'd been craving all evening.

You licked a bold stripe along his dick, from his balls to the tip. He cried out, his hand flying to your hair. You wasted no time in enveloping him, taking him into your mouth and sucking the tip hard. He couldn't stop the moans escaping his mouth as he held on for dear life. You held down his hips to stop him from bucking up into you and took more of his cock into your mouth, breathing heavily through your nose.

You gagged slightly when his dick hit the back of your throat, his groan sending shock waves through you. All you wanted was to make him feel good, reward him for being so good for you. You took as much as you could, pumping whatever you couldn't take with your hand. You paid special attention to the head, knowing how sensitive he was there. Your other hand massaged his balls, rolling them in your hand and forcing little high pitched whines from Ryan. He really couldn't handle this.

All the teasing had worn him so thin and he could feel himself getting close already. He whimpered our your name. "I- I think I'm close-"

He expected you to pull back, to prolong his orgasm as long as possible. You weren't that cruel. He deserved to cum. You forced your mouth deeper onto his dick causing his hips to buck up. You choked around him, saliva spilling out from your mouth and dripping down his cock. He was panting and moaning and he couldn't stop saying your name, thrusting up into your mouth as he got closer and closer to snapping. His thighs were shaking, his hands holding onto your hair for dear life as he fucked your mouth.

Soon, his hips started stuttering, his moans becoming high pitched and even louder.

He groaned your name again, pushing your head down onto his dick before finally letting go. Hot cum flooded your mouth and you gulped it down the best you could. He held you down onto his dick, making you take every last drop while you continued to suck, milking him for all he was worth. He was trembling, watching you take his load.

Eventually, he let go of your hair, your scalp aching so good from the rough treatment. You took in deep grateful breaths, panting. Ryan had fell back onto the bed, chest heaving while he tried to calm himself down. You giggled, crawling up his body until you were over him. You pecked a gentle kiss to his lips before rolling to his side, pulling him against you. You ran your hands soothingly over his skin, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

[rinhoes]

﹙⸻ leah's 500 follower event ﹚WEEK ONE :: DAY TWO — TAKASHI MISTUYA. ⸻ "𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀"

BACKSTAGE AT THESE FASHION SHOWS could be so hectic, models running back and forth rushing to walk the runway. This show was no different from the others, another runway show this time for designer Takashi Mitsuya. The Japanese designer had shown interest in Y/N, consistently calling up her agency and asking for her personally, private fittings, "date" nights in Japan, etc.

So it was no surprise when she got the call to walk for him in Japan during Fashion Week. However—she didn't expect this little night of theirs to end in such a manner. Her dress, designed by him, bunched up at her waist, her plush breast spill out of the deep v-line, his soft lips connected to her perky brown nipples while her cunt hugged his perfectly curved dick.

"F-fuck Mitsuya, you're so good." Y/N mewled with her back arched against the cold desk in his studio. Too much drunk off her pussy to respond, he could do nothing but moan in response. They had been like this for some time now, her juices spilling onto the table below, his heavy balls creating a bigger mess each time they came in contact with her plump ass. He could barely think straight, his was what he wanted for so long. Not only he did get the privilege of seeing her modeling his designs but every now and then, he got to see her in the nude. Seeing the way her body curved, the heaviness of her breast, the softness of her lips—it made his cock swell. The thought of her stained with his cum made him crave her more.

She was tight, too tight for him to bear. He was fighting back his third orgasm as she fluttered around him. "Y-Y/N I—" He stuttered, his lavender gaze peering down at her twitching body and bouncing breast, "I'm close—I'm gonna—fuck" Mitsuya bit down on his bottom lip, in a failed attempt to conceal his throaty moans. He pulled out the first two times, choosing to release himself on her chest but this time he wanted to fill her up with his babies.

"Go—please cum in me—" She begged, causing Mitsuya to lean forward, pressing her body into the desk, placing a sloppy kiss on her plump brown lips. Drawing his back and slamming into her one more time, whiny moans filled the room, hot cum running down and dripping onto the white desk.

"Wanna try on that other dress now?" He asked breathlessly still holding to her brown thighs as her sweet pulsed around him

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