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spacebaby1 · 5 months ago

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Can I ask Rindou's reaction to the fact that his partner is expecting his child?

and for more drama (I'm a dramatic girl and I love drama) you could have Rindou's partner hide the situation from him

drama, angst but happy ending 😝

Hiii! Bestie, I got you! One thing about me is that I live for drama in writing 🎀😌🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 let's start!

You and Rindou never had an argument because he always listened to you, but that didn't last long. You couldn't even remember what escalated the whole conversation into an argument, which led to Rindou slamming the door behind him as he left you'd house last night. The whole night you couldn't sleep not until the sun was out and your eyes gave up from all the crying; you weren't even sure why you were feeling emotional usually it's hard to make you cry. Anyways, you fell asleep around the early hours of the day after shutting your phone completely.

All the crying tired your body to no end that you ended up sleeping until late afternoon. Around four in the afternoon you woke up with a painful headache and aching in your abdomen and before you could grab your phone you felt your stomach turned and you ran to the bathroom, throwing up for a good half an hour before you sat on the bathroom floor.

The memories of yesterday's argument came rushing to you after you were back in your room sitting on your bed with your head in your hands. You weren't feeling well at all and thought the argument took a toll on you so bad that you were about to get sick. You didn't question the vomiting because it was how you'd react if you had a heated argument; it was natural body response to you. Finally, picking up your phone, you turned it on only for Rindou's texts. Fill your screen, followed by numerous of missed calls:

My love: Baby are you okay?

Look, I'm really sorry for shouting at you. I just lost control. But it wasn't your fault. It was me. Please forgive me?

My love:Darling? Can I call you?

*missed call*

My love: baby please answer me, at least end the ringing so I'll know you can see my calls.

My love: I'm so soo sooo sorry

My love: I can't sleep after I made you upset, I'm an idiot! I wish I can hold you right now...

My love: Are you sleeping, sweetie? Good night, my beautiful baby.

12:23 P.M

My love: baby? Sweetheart? Please text back.

My love: at least tell me you're not hurt I'm fucking going insane!

My love: y/n! Baby, I'm sorry!

3:50 P.M

My love: I'm worried about you angel, text me! It's not your usual self to sleep this much.

My love: Can I come by? I'm sorry baby, please don't give me the silent treatment. I'm so sorry, and i would apologize a thousand times if it means you'll forgive me the thousandth time."

He must've seen you reading the texts, and before you could reply, he called you. You sighed and answered, "Baby? Baby, are you okay?" You heard his tired voice. It wasn't until you answered that you realised how sore your throat was, "hi," it came out almost as a whisper before your cough holding the phone away a bit. Rindou panicked at the sound of your tired voice and coughing, "I'm coming over-"

"No, please not now," you replied in a low voice, "I'm not feeling well, just-just- I nee-" you were crying again, he heard you snuffling. "D-dont cry," now he was crying, You shook your head as if he could see you, "I'm so sorry, I hurt you. "I'm so sorry and i would apologize a thousand times if it means you'll forgive me the thousandth time. Just let me see you."

"Please, Rindou. I need space."

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" He asked with a shaking voice. "No, Rin, I just need to be alone now." You heard his little sigh, "Okay, baby. Did you just wake up? You sound tired, let me order you some food-"

"No, Rin. I can-"

"No, please. At least let me do what I'm supposed to do as your boyfriend. Let me take care of you?" He sounded defeated, but you loved how he always took care of you No matter where he was. "Okay, I love you." You could almost hear his smile when you said that, "I love you more baby, call me if you need anything." You hung up and rubbed your forehead. The next two days were blurry because of how exhausted and sick you were. Usually, you'd let the fever go away, but it kept getting worse to the point that you couldn't put food down in your stomach.

On the third day you decided to visit the doctors and run some blood test to make sure it isn't anything serious and you wish it wasn't what you heard. "Miss Y/n? The blood test shows that everything is fine, just a slight changes in BP but it's normal at this stage."

"Huh? What do you mean at this stage?" You asked the doctor, and she looked at you confused then back at the chart that she was holding. "The pregnancy, you are three months pregnant, Y/n. Did you not know that?" Your eyes widened, and you could barely hear anything after that. Suddenly, it hit you. You were late, and you've been feeling so much different.

"I'm pregnant? Three mo-month?" You whispered more to yourself than a question to your doctor. The doctor nodded, "it explains that vomiting and the abdominal pain, are you okay?"

You got up, " Can you do an ultrasound? Can i see it?"

The doctor nodded, "Sure, if you'd want to."

You almost cried when you saw the screen of your ultrasound, "This is the baby." She pointed at the screen, and you smiled, forgetting the whole world the moment you saw your baby, "do you want the prints?" You nodded, whipping your happy tears away. It wasn't until you got home and saw the picture of you and Rindou on your phone screen is when your smile dropped; Rindou will not take the news well, you thought to yourself and you thought you were doing a good job at avoiding his texts and calls; it was a bad idea because he only grew more concerned about your relationship.

It was another day of you feeling absolutely horrible and vomiting all morning until your stomach was in knots. You heard the frantic bell ringing, followed by knocking on the front door. Groaning you got up holding your stomach with one hand as to you made your way towards the front door without asking who it was you opend the door slowly only to find Rindou standing there with tired eyes and looking panicked. He immediately gathered you in his arms making you yelp in surprise of how hard he was holding you; one of his hands on the back of your head and the other hilding you by the shoulder, "how could you avoid me for two weeks? I'm going insane thinking about you, baby. Why do you hate me so much? Fuck! I missed you." You gasped for air, "Ri, you are c-cruching me, I'm in pain-" He immediately let go and you almost fell on the ground passing out but he held you to his chest as you caught your breath, "you gonna crush me to death?" You asked in a low voice and groaned in pain holding your stomach. "Did I hurt you? I am so sorry, baby." He picked you up bridle style and headed towards your room, carefully placing you on your bed before sitting beside you and checking your forehead, "baby? You're burning." You shook your head, holding his hand in yours, "it's nothing, just an upset stomach. W-what are you doing here?" You asked, feeling yourself drifting to sleep. He sat on the floor next to the bed, kissed your hand, "you haven't text back for two weeks. I was worried, and you're sick yet you didn't call me?"

You shook your head, "I went to the doctors, it's nothing just a stomachache, it'll go by it's own." Rindou shook his head, "No, let me take care of you, do you wanna eat something?"

"I can't, I'll throw up, and it only hurt my stomach more, I just need to lay down." You said almost in a whisper before eventually falling back asleep, still holding Rindou's hands. "My baby," he kissed your forehead before running to get some cold cloth and place it on your forehead. Since you were sleeping, he decided to tide up your vanity a bit since you couldn't do it, and he noticed your things everywhere.

Rindou picked your make-up and placed them to the side, then your accessories which he put away in the box, and he grabbed your other things and opend the drawer to put them away only to find the ultrasound prints next to the results. His heart started beating fast as he took the picture in hand, eyes wide open he read it again and again making sure what he was looking at was indeed a baby and the test had your name on it. You were pregnant, and he felt his eyes blurred when he saw the date; it was a two and half week old test. He could hold back his sobs as he looked at the ultrasound prints. He was trying not to wake you up with his sobbing and he was shaking so hard that he had to sit down on the floor because he didn't trust his knees to hold him standing; he's gonna be a father? Did you even want the baby? Why didn't you tell him?

He sobbed for an hour before making his way towards you and softly kissing your forehead which made you wake up, and you blinked at him. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand with tears falling from his eyes which made you immediately sit on your bed, "Rinny? Wh-why are you crying? What's wrong?" You cupped his puffy face in your weak hands as your eyes met with his hand holding the ultrasound prints in his hands as more tears fell from his beautiful eyes, "Why didn't you tell me? I'm I not en-" you hugged him closer feeling yourself about to cry, "Don't say that, please." You whispered and he hugged you.

You both stayed like that for minutes and on until Rindou whipped his tears and sat beside you on the bed, with you covered with the blanket and head resting on his chest while he couldn't stop smiling at the picture of your baby. "I'm sorry I wasn’t there for this." You shook your head cuddling closer, "you seem happy." He looked down at you and wrapped his arms around you, "I'm gonna be a dad, of course I'm happy. I can't believe it. I'm gonna be a dad. There's gonna be a mini version of our love? I hope it's a girl, then she'll look as beautiful as you. Did you check? Is it a girl? Or boy?"

You chuckled at his excitement, "No, I didn't. I was just terrified and happy to see the baby." He hugged you closer, "you don't need to be terrified. We'll be great, Mama and dada. I promise."

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silverzoomies · 11 months ago

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Turkish Delight

peter maximoff x reader smut

chapter 1: sweet talkin'

link to chapter 2: here

warnings: shameless smut, porn without plot, phone sex, mutual masturbation, best friends, dirty talk

word count: 6,368

a/n: hiyaaa !! i'm back with more filth !! peter speaks russian in this one. i've seen people use russian in place of sokovian language before. and since i've been learning russian for a while, i thought i'd give it a shot !! if you're familiar with the language and anything seems off, please let know asap !! as usual, apologies if peter seems ooc, or if my writing isn't up to par !!

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Chillaxing on the sofa in his mom’s basement, Peter drew out a sigh. His hooded eyes gaped at the TV screen. As he channel surfed, his thumb tapped lazily on the remote. Peter stopped to check each channel in abrupt intervals. Afternoon cable was boring as hell today. It failed to grasp his short lived attention span.

Seinfeld reruns? He saw just about all of ‘em. Soap Operas? Those were more his mom’s thing. Huge pass. Nature documentaries? Could be cool. Guess it depended on which one, though.

Oh. It was the one about the polar bear’s great journey across the arctic! Nifty enough. Except, Peter saw that one three or four times already now. Скучный (boring). Так скучно (So boring).

‘Kay, soooo…TV was kind of a no-go. Instead, Peter popped on the PS1 and settled for a game of Metal Gear Solid. The game’s opening intro was a little too slow for his liking, but Peter forced himself to focus. It sucked he was so antsy today, so fidgety and impatient. He needed some kind of distraction. Any distraction. And he needed one fast.

Peter bounced a leg, half invested in the game’s dialogue. His fingers absentmindedly flicked the controller buttons. Not even five minutes into playing, he found himself frustrated and bored again. This time around, he figured some company might ease his ennui.

He darted across the arm of the couch to a side table. Over a stack of comic books and empty cans of soda, he snatched the receiver to a Garfield phone. Peter dialed a number in less than a second. Too fast, at first. The phone didn’t even register his request. Rolling his eyes, he dialed the number again. Slower this time.

Peter kept the vibrant hunk of orange plastic between his cheek and shoulder. Buzzy ringing echoed on the other end of the line, as he waited for the recipient to pick up. The time it took for a voice to finally respond felt like fifty billion years. Your voice. One of Peter’s closest comrades. The pal he shared most, if not all, of his free time with.

There were days when you visited, and you laid back on the sofa with him. With your legs stretched over his lap and a magazine in your hands, you relaxed. Peter would always do his usual, playing whatever game he ‘bought’ from the local K-Mart. Every time he cursed himself for making a misstep, you giggled. You knew how frustrating it was for him, if he wasn't a hundred leaps ahead of everything. And just to get back at you - but also to hear you laugh again - he’d reach over and dig his fingers into your belly.

He loved that it took such minimal effort to make you laugh. You always had an easygoing warmth about you. And maybe you were also pretty cute too. Sometimes, the crook of your smile made him blush. Oh, and you didn't mind duking it out in Mario Kart sometimes. That was also kinda cool. What more could a lonesome guy ask for? Просто друзья. Ничего больше (Just friends. Nothing more). Yeah. He could be content with that. No problem.

Ten minutes into conversation with you, Peter breathed a yawn into the receiver.

“You know, I’m surprised you have the patience for talking on the phone.” You joked.

The speakers roared with a soft buzz in his ear. Peter didn’t register your words at first. Blinking lazily, he tapped the PS1 controller buttons at rapid speed. In the game, Snake fought off an onslaught of bad guys. Peter faked his offense with a scoff.

“Seriously? Man, what’s up with that? It’s like everyone thinks I can’t do stuff at normal speed without goin’ berserk.” He said, cursing under his breath as Snake got gunned down again.

A small part of him wished you were there, with your legs over his lap, cracking jokes at his expense. Over the phone, you emitted a gentle laugh.

“Because you have? Multiple times, dude!” You said.

Surely you could hear Peter’s eyes roll in his skull.

“Oh, yeah? Name five.” he pressed.

The fast paced clicking of the buttons echoed like a trill in the basement. He overheard the sound of rustling as you shifted in place. If Peter had to guess, he’d bet his left foot you were still lazing around in bed. It was a Saturday, after all. With the hour tipping on the edge of late afternoon. You always moved at the slowest of speeds on your off days.

“I’m just saying! I totally get it. Even I don’t have the patience for chats on the phone sometimes.” You said, and a squeaky yawn followed.

More rustles scuffed from your end, as if you moved to stretch. Keeping his gaze fixed on the flickering, CRT screen; Peter followed flashes of light from each grunt’s gun. His reaction time proved effortless as always. His methods, not so much.

“Nah, it’s cool.” Peter mumbled after a beat, “Doesn’t bother me much if I’m talkin’ to you. You’re not boring, first of all. And on the off chance I do get bored, I can just say - hey, babe, I’m gonna hang up. And you won’t get-uhhh…” He lingered on his next thought, distracted with gunning down more masked baddies, “You won’t get, like, butt hurt over it."

“Why would I?” You laughed, “Did someone seriously get offended by that?”

“My aunt did once. She got mad pissed ‘cuz I told her I was ‘kinda bored’ on the phone. She made me pass it to my mom, so she could rat me out. Said I showed a ‘lack of consideration'; ‘er whatever.” Peter paused, brows furrowed. In Metal Gear, Snake perished yet again. Peter rolled his eyes once more, “She’s kinda mental, though. это возмутительно (it’s outrageous).”

Your only response was a quiet hum of acknowledgement. Peter broke the silence that followed.

“Hey, you’re not busy today, are you? Wanna do somethin’ later?” He asked, knowing full well you had jack shit to do.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling soooooo lazy today.” You playfully teased.

The soft pattern of your breathing sent electric tingles down Peter’s neck. Shuddering, he shook off those unexpected chills. Another beat, and Peter groaned, as Snake perished over a low poly landscape. You gotta take it slow and stealthy, man - Peter reminded himself.

“Хорошо (okay)? So? Come be lazy over here then.” He replied, “Tell you what. If you do, I’ll go ‘n snag some of those Turkish delights you like. The same ones my mom gotcha for your birthday. Remember? From Sokovia?”

Your voice perked up instantly, bringing a cheesy smile to his face. Homely fondness simmered in his chest, and Peter felt himself blush. He pulled his lip between his teeth, pausing his game to focus more on conversation. Leaving Snake stranded in the middle of the snow.

“Oh my gosh!! No way?? I haven’t had those in forever! Seriously, the ones from Sokovia?” You chimed.

“Hell yeah! But you gotta get outta bed first, dingus. C’monnnn.” Peter whined, “I’m so bored here, babe. Oh! I totally forgot. I finally got my hands on a Gameboy Color too. Swear on my life I paid for it this time. You could come over ‘n try it ouuuuuut.” He teased in a sing-song voice, wiggling his brows.

“Gameboys and Turkish delights? You’re spoiling me today, Peter! What’s the occasion?” You joked over the line.

He shrugged, forgetting you couldn’t see him, “Bored outta my friggin’ skull. That’s what.” After a beat, he awkwardly added, “And maybe I like hangin’ with you? Do I even need a reason?”

“Well, I gotta admit…you had me at Turkish delights.” You feigned a dreamy tone.

Peter chuckled again. Under his breath, he muttered softly, “ Это все, что тебе нужно, да (That’s all you need, huh)?”

“Huh?” You asked, oblivious to his comment, “What’d you say? I didn’t catch that last part.”

Peter ran a hand through his silver locks, leaving his hair loose and messy. Cradling the phone in his other hand, he knitted his lips to one side.

“Nothin’. Don’t worry about it. You want me to come get you? ‘Cuz I can.” He checked his digital watch, decked out in a Star Wars theme, “I can right now, if you-”

“It’s fine. I love going out with you, but I really don’t wanna deal with motion sickness today. I just had lunch too. No offense!” Another yawn rang over the phone, hitching into a squeal at the end. Peter didn’t realize he was smiling so big until his cheeks started to hurt, “I’ll just drive over. Sound good?”

Peter rolled his eyes, sarcastically groaning. He threw his head back into the sofa cushions, playing up his fake frustrations.

“Auuuuuuugh! But that’ll take years.” He dragged a hand down his face, pulling his cheeks under his fingertips, “Is this ‘cuz you blew chunks last time?? You know that doesn’t bother me, right? Everyone does it, babe.”

You made a noise of disgust. Something like an eugh , “Please, don’t remind me. That sucked so much. Yeah, no, I’d rather not. I really need a break from it.” You sighed again. Kind of a bummer, but he could deal.

“It’s whatever you want, I guess. So, when are you gonna head out?” Peter asked, sitting up on the sofa and putting the controller aside.

He bounced a leg at rapid speed, his knee moving in a flesh tone blur of motion. Less from agitation, more due to anticipation.

“I’ll leave soon. Just give me a few minutes. Think you can wait?” You chuckled in that sweet, quirky way again. The melody gave Peter butterflies. Ignoring the fluttering in his belly, he pushed himself off the couch. Grabbing the base of the Garfield phone, Peter cradled the lil guy in an arm. He figured he may as well get dressed, and freshen up before you arrived, “It’s so cold today. I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet! I’m still bundled up in my undies. Got your jacket on too. You left a Game n Watch in the pocket, by the way. I didn’t even know they still made those!”

“Yeah. I totally called that one. Get up already, ya slacker.” Peter joked trapping the phone between his cheek and shoulder again. He scratched his bare chest. His fingertips grazed the sparse covering of white hairs there. Yawning, he nodded, “Okay. Okay. Okay. Sure, just-”

Something about your last statement finally clicked in Peter’s brain. He rapidly blinked, shaking his head fast enough to give himself whiplash. Peter did a quadruple take.

“Подожди (wait)! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, waiiiiiit …hold on a sec.” He narrowed his eyes, “Say that again?”

“Say what again? The part about the Game n Watch?” You asked, and Peter’s brows furrowed.

“N-Nah. The…did you just…have you been lyin’ around in your underwear this whole time?”

“Uh, yeah? Why? Is this revolutionary information?” You chuckled.

“In my jacket? Like, I didn’t hear that wrong? What’d you like…sleep in it ‘er somethin’?” Peter arched a silver brow, pressing the phone handset closer to his cheek. As if doing so might somehow help him hear you more clearly.

It really wasn’t that big of a deal either way. You borrowed his jackets all the time. Peter never thought anything of it before this conversation. Aside from the fact that - when you did return them, he loved the sweet scent you left behind. The smell of your perfume, with the added bonus of your natural pheromones…

Ебать (Fuck)! Why was he even thinking about this? The two of you had such a casual thing goin’ on. But now, Peter thought of you in a different light. Something friskier. Not that he meant to. Maybe killer boredom + cute friend = horny speedster. Or perhaps the planets aligned in some totally off-the-wall way.

Whatever the case, Peter’s mind raced on autopilot. He pictured the way you might look right now. In your room, spread across your bed in nothing but your underwear and - Ебена мать (Holy shit) - his jacket. With your long legs bare, your knees bumping together as you squeezed your thighs shut. Tummy exposed. And your tits-

Woooooooah there! Slow down, casanova! Peter shouldn’t be…nah, he really shouldn’t be wondering what your breasts looked like. Ppfffbbbbt …’kay, so, maybe in the past he thought about it once or twice. But what dude wouldn't contemplate the hidden mystery of a pal's titties sometimes, ah?

“Well, so what if I did? That doesn’t weird you out, does it?” You asked, a careful waver in your voice.

“Uhhhh…nahhh, babe. Just…” Peter shifted in place, rerouting his thoughts, “Just…got one hell of an image in my head. Might’ve pictured you like that for no particular reason at all.”

Lucky for him, you didn’t seem to think anything of his confession.

“Not much to imagine…” You replied. Сомнительно (Doubtful).

“I mean…pffbbbttt…sure, yeah. Maybe not.” Peter awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his neck. His voice dropped, a little more hushed, “Unless…you’re wearin’ some really cute panties over there.” Again, he laughed, rushing out a quick, “I’m kiddin’. I’m kiddin’. I’m kiddin’. I’m totally messin’. Just bustin’ your balls, babe.”

Except…he sorta wasn’t. Peter found himself oh-so curious. Twisting the phone's orange wire around his finger, he anticipated your reaction. Anxious you might think him weird for pushing things too far. Never had the two of you charted this kind of territory. It was a minefield, with a 95% chance neither one would make it out unscathed.

“I guess? I think they’re kind of cute.” You added, innocent as ever. Awesome. You weren’t peeved at him, at least. Peter brought the phone to his chest, exhaling an anxious breath to calm his racing heart. When he put the phone to his ear again, he figured you’d moved on. But your cadence shifted. To test the boundaries of your friendship, you teased, “They’re pretty small on me, though.”

Ah. Ah. Интересно. Очень интересно (Interesting. Very interesting). What an unexpected but totally wicked development. Peter lowered himself slowly onto the couch, setting the phone's base on the side table. He eased backwards into the cushions, and tightened his twisting of the phone wire. Swallowing hard, Peter found he had difficulty focusing. Especially with his imagination running so goddamn wild.

“Yeah? …How small is pretty small?” He dared to ask.

Long seconds of silence ticked by at the pace of a narcoleptic sloth. If Peter weren’t so eager to hear what you had to say, he may have torn his hair out. Over the line, you laughed.

“Small enough they barely cover my ass? Why are you so curious all of a sudden?” You cooed.

Peter fluttered his inky eyes, nibbling chapped skin on his lip. Fuzzy pink swarmed the rest of his face, as his mind conjured images of you so effortlessly. Clear as day. Heat stirred to life in his groin, and Peter pictured the way your plush cheeks might hold in tight painties. His breath hitched.

“I-uh…” Peter felt the heat in his cheeks creep down his neck, flustered at lightspeed, “Just thinkin’...maybe you should do somethin’ about that?” He gritted his teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. What a lame response, “Черт возьми (damn it)!” He huffed under his breath, too quiet for you to hear.

Toying with this newly discovered sexual tension, Peter humorously asked-

“Sooooooo…what color?”

You giggled into the receiver, airy and light. His body registered the noise somewhere , down south of his belly. He wondered if you were as flustered as him. And the visual of your bashful face and shy smile had his heartbeat ramping up to mach 10.

“What? A-Are you for real asking me…oh my god, dude!” Your giggles turned into goofy snorts. Which he found so endearing. Once you composed yourself, you spoke again. Though, your tone came off as more flirtatious, “If you really wanna know so bad…then fine. They’re black. Lacy. With a little bow on the front.”

Дерьмо (Shit)...

His silver brows soared high, disappearing under his bangs. Paying little attention to his instinctive actions, Peter guided his free hand between his thighs. Inwardly, he told himself he was only adjusting his uncomfortable hard-on. ‘Cuz it’d be totally weird if he did anything else…right? Best to ignore the movement of his thumb, as it absentmindedly circled his bulge.

“Huh…that’s so…” Peter blinked, clearing his throat and masking his nerves with a chuckle, “‘Kay, I’ll be up front with you, babe. That sounds cute as hell. Very nice.”

“Really? Oh, please, Peter. They’d be cute on anybody.” You scoffed.

“Uh huh…” He smirked, dropping his tone even lower, “‘Cept, now that I’m really thinkin’ about it? I’m bettin’ they look criminally cute on you.” Peter lazily smirked.

You laughed, breathless like you ran a thousand miles, “Wh-...what are we even doing right now? Seriously, why am I talking to you about my-” The uneasiness in your voice bled through the line.

Your concern was for good reason. Nevertheless, Peter interrupted you mid-sentence.

��Easy there, chuckles. We’re just chatting. Nothin’ too unusual, right? We’ve had some seriously raunchy conversations before. Remember? That time I got laid on a golf course? You told me about that time some dude shot a load in your eye. What’s the difference, anyway?” Peter grimaced, as he recalled your story from eons ago.

You giggled yet again, “Peter, you know damn well what the difference is!” You clarified with a sigh, still playful. The phone wire went slack around his finger, as Peter second guessed himself. He parted his lips, on the cusp of apologizing. Bringing one hand up to the phone, he held it loosely. Your sugary voice chimed again, “I’m kinda wondering, though…what would you think if I told you I’m topless right now?”

His grip compressed around the handset.

“Topless, huh?” Peter cast a quick glance at his hard-on, twitching painfully under his boxers. His mind jumped straight to sinful places again. Peter thought about what your tits probably look like, embraced in his jacket. Nipples hard, grazing the inner-lining. He swallowed, “What’re you tryna tell me? You gonna drive over here in nothin’ but that?” Peter quipped.

A more sultry laugh melted through the receiver. Peter trembled, as your smooth voice coaxed him like a tempting song. His free palm squeezed his bulge, putting pressure to his length over fabric. Peter’s brows turned inward, and he fluttered his eyes shut.

“I guess that wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t so cold outside. It’s freezing today. I don’t know how you can run as fast as you do when the weather’s like this.” Your tone disguised itself with lighthearted innocence again, “It’s not any warmer in my room either. My nipples could cut glass. They’re, like, soooo hard.”

Peter adjusted himself on the sofa, giving the swell of his bulge another teasing squeeze.

“ Ты маленькая соблазнительница (you little temptress)...” His hot breath fanned the phone.

“I love it when you talk like that…” You replied, “Even if I have no idea what you’re saying. It sounds really hot, to be totally honest.”

“Oh, yeah?” Peter teased his lip with his teeth, speaking in a more flirtatious voice; buttery smooth, “ Я забыл вынести мусор (I forgot to take out the trash)...” For added effect - just to embarrass you more - he tacked on a husky moan.

Peter made himself blush, as the sound came out far more pornagraphic than he intended. The rasp of his voice scraped through the line in a hushed, “ Oh, yeah, baby. ”

The erotic tension you felt from his teasing was palpable, even over the phone. Peter could sense the shift in the way you gasped. So faint, so shy, so cute.

“Oh…oh, wow...uhm…” You tried concealing your bashfulness with more of those candy coated giggles. But Peter could practically hear the blood racing to your cheeks, “What’s that mean? Something good, I hope.”

Peter bit his tongue, lips turning in a cheeky grin.

“It means you’re really turnin’ me on…”

Another hesitant pause fell between the two of you, before you scoffed.

“Oh my god, no it doesn’t! I can hear you laughing!” You griped, snickering along with Peter. A few more tension heavy beats pulsed over the line. You spoke again, “Hey…I’m sorry. Can I put things on pause for a sec? I just wanted to ask…are you okay with this?”

“Are you?” Peter gently asked, giving you ample time to think about it.

“I don’t know…maybe…” You whispered, “Isn’t this, like, super weird for you?”

“I mean…suuuuuuure. It’s totally weird. If you kept goin', I wouldn't be into it...at all...” He bullied you with a playful edge, hoping you could read the flirtatious undertone in his voice.

“Ohhhhh…you wouldn't be?” Judging by the saucy lilt in your voice, you most definitely caught on, “You know what would be even weirder?”

Peter adjusted on the sofa again. Getting comfortable, he laid on his back. His taut legs stretched across the cushions, and Peter propped his head on the couch’s arm.

“Whazzat? Enlighten me, babe. I’m listenin’. You got my full attention.” He teased.

“Your full attention, huh? I must be doing something right.” You snickered, “So…you know how I said I love it when you talk…like that?” Your voice wavered, “What I really meant was-uhm…when you do that on the phone…it makes me kind of horny.”

His brown hues burst open, wider than ever. Peter’s pupils dilated, expanding as far as the universe itself. He swallowed again, his mouth falling open. Your filthy confession set his arousal ablaze, making his dick twitch. As heated desire took over, Peter couldn’t restrain himself. He snuck his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, fingertips gliding over silver hairs. A small piece of him almost felt guilty for doing so.

“It does, huh? Хорошо знать (Good to know).” Peter whispered, tenderly grasping his shaft.

You made a naughty squeak of a noise in response, “Y-Yeah, Peter, I’m serious. You really have to stop doing that.”

“Почему (Why)? Are you soakin’ yourself over it? Gettin’ a lil wet? It’s cool. You can tell me…” Peter heckled, expelling a breath as he gave his dick a single tug.

“Oh, I bet you wanna know all about that, huh? You’re so bad, Quickie...” You teased, clicking your tongue.

Peter’s ears burned, turning pink as he took in the coquettish nature of your voice. Scoffing, he feigned his indignance.

“What?! Hey, nah nah nah! You started this! Это несправедливо, черт возьми (it’s not fair. Dammit)!” Peter laughed, carefree with you as always, “You can’t seriously drop a bombshell like that and expect me not to-”

“Not to come running?” You hummed, sweet tempered, “I’m just messing with you, baby. But since we’re on the topic…I made such a mess of these little panties. Just from listening to your voice.”

Peter couldn’t even pretend he didn’t like the sound of ‘baby’ on your tongue.

“Oh, man…anything but the panties…” He joked, “You should-uh…you should save yourself some trouble. Y’know…take ‘em off, maybe? Might be more comfortable.” Peter hinted, playing nonchalant, “Just tryna be a good friend. Give you some advice. You should for sure take it.”

“But I’m already so cold…” You whimpered, “Your jacket’s so warm. Smells good too. Really good. But it’s not enough to keep me covered.” You spoke with flirtatious innocence, and Peter played along.

“No harm done, принцесса (princess). I’ll warm you up if you need me to.” He reassured, sweet talking you over the phone, “Ты думаешь, что я не позабочусь о тебе? (Do you think I won't take care of you)?" Peter mumbled again. He listened to your sickly sweet laughs, before asking, “So…do you get like this every time we talk on the phone?”

“Mmmm…maybe.” You hummed, “What if I said yes?” You shuffled around again, and Peter’s mind jumped elsewhere. He imagined you shed yourself of damp, black lace. Leaving you wanton and needy in nothing but his jacket, “You know…we’ve been talking about me a lot this whole time. You wanna tell me what you’re wearing? I don’t really have a visual.”

“Oh…me?” Your request caught Peter off guard.

“Yeah, you. Who else, blockhead?” You playfully quipped, smoothing your voice to say, “You don’t have to be shy. I just wanna know, so I can think about taking it off of you.”

Peter didn’t know he could blush this much. Puffing a bashful laugh, he looked down at his body. Mostly nude and toned enough. He had his x-gene to thank for his pecs and hard abs. A fluffy bouquet of silver hairs peeked out from his boxers. Underneath, his dick throbbed, pressing eagerly into fabric.

“Uhm…I’m not wearin’ a lot? Nothin’ special. Just some black, boxer briefs, I guess. Wait, no-” Peter lifted a foot, his lips curling in a goofy smile, “Got my Star Wars socks on too.”

A sensual moan graced his ears, “That’s so hot.” You softly whined, “Star Wars socks? Peter, just take me now.”

Despite the fact you were totally messing with him, that playful comment made his chest tight.

“Nothing else though?” You pressed.

“Nnnnnnnnnnope.” He drew out the word, popping the P, “Just the-uh…yeah. Boxers ‘n sexy socks. Not much to take off.”

“And you’re pretty fit, aren’t you? You always looked really jacked to me, so-” You said.

Peter cocked a brow, snickering to cover his embarrassment.

“Wooooahhh…you been checkin’ me out, babe?” He asked, darting his dark hues across his athletic bod. Peter flexed an arm, “Sure, I guess I’m in decent shape.” He found he couldn’t dismiss your compliments. Peter looked good, and he knew it. But he preferred hearing it from you, “Hey, you wanna know somethin’, like, way crazy?”

“This? What we’re doing right now is so crazy, right?” You laughed, sounding as bashful as him.

Peter snickered, “True. Truuuue. But, uh…” He shrank in his spot on the couch, pressing the vibrant handset closer into his cheek. Pre-cum seeped through his boxers, as Peter tugged his dick steady and slow. Careful not to stimulate himself too much yet. He dropped his voice to a hushed rasp, “I’m kinda in the same spot you are right now. If you-uh…if you catch my drift.”

The two of you knew each other for a long time. Several years, in fact. But never once did Peter think he’d hear his closest pal say-

“Ohhhh. Are you hard right now, baby?”

Oh. Yeah, this buddy-buddy friendship was in major trouble. Doomed to crash and burn. As soon as the words fell from your lips, spoken in your honeyed voice; Peter’s breath hitched in his throat. He sank his teeth so hard into his lip, he almost broke skin.

“Y-Yeah. Since you-uh…started talkin’ about your panties. I’m sorry, babe. Just been kinda bored and worked up all day.” He sheepishly chuckled.

“You poor baby…” You coddled him over the phone. And while he should’ve been embarrassed, Peter had no problem with you talking like that, “Can I ask how big you are?”

Peter stalled for a moment, before pulling the front of his boxers down. His hardness flopped against his belly, pulsating and ruddy from his teasing. Taking his aching length in his hand, he rubbed the underside with his thumb.

“You mean my dick? It’s-uhhhh…like six, maybe seven inches almost?” He squeezed his cock, milking beads of pre-cum, “But size doesn’t matter, yeah? It’s the motion of the ocean, babe.”

“Noooooo, baby. You’re so perfect. Wish I could see how good you look like that…” You cooed over the phone.

Your kindly words and airy tone made the veins in his dick throb with electric heat. Peter clutched his cock tight, pumping the velvet skin a touch faster. Giving himself just a simple taste of relief. His stomach clenched, hardening his abs.

“Не так идеально, как ты выглядишь (Not as perfect as you look)...” Peter muttered, drawing in a shallow breath, “Babe, I gotta tell ya, I’m really feelin’ this. I’m so into you right now. W-Want you to keep talkin’ like-uh...”

His imagination took his depravity to the next level. Now, Peter thought about joining you in your room. He wondered how soft and smooth your skin would feel. Supple and hot under his fingertips. What might you look like writhing under him, whimpering as he played with you? As he teased you? Man, you were both so screwed.

“Never thought dirty talking with me would turn you on so much…” You giggled.

Peter secured the handset between his cheek and shoulder. With both hands free, he raised his palm to his lips. He drew a long stripe with his tongue, bringing his damp hand to his cock. The slick lubrication pulled a gentle moan from his throat.

“M-Maybe a little bit. Ебать (Fuck), maybe a lot.” Peter groaned, labored in his breathing, “Can you - Ебать (fuck) - you wanna do somethin’ for me? Just a little favor between friends? S’all I’m askin’, baby.”

“Anything you want, Peter.” You mewled.

“Can you- mmmmohgod -” Peter choked up. He almost chickened out, but pushed himself to ask, “Can you touch yourself for me? Please? Пожалуйста, моя маленькая принцесса (Please, my little princess)...” His foreign whispers weaved pretty whimpers from your lips.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that, if you want me to. But you have to do the same for me too. It’s only fair, right? Equal exchange?” You whispered, acting playful again.

Peter breathed a guilty chuckle, “Uhm…yeahhhhh…about that…”

You softly gasped, “Have you been-”

“Playin’ with my dick this whole time? Maybe.” Peter admitted. His thumb caught another pearl of pre, spreading the slickness over his sensitive head, “But I’m not, like, totally jerkin’ it yet…” He lied, pressing you to encourage him.

“Oh, you’re not, huh? What are you doing then?” You asked, “Are you being a bad boy, Pietro?” The abrupt drop of his given name shocked him into silence.

Peter felt his groin tighten, and an exhilarating rush electrified his nerves. For the thousandth time, you giggled. And for the thousandth time, Peter’s heart leapt. Dumbfounded, he gathered his composure and played along again.

“Y-Yeah. So bad. You gotta help me, babe. I’m just-...I’m so hard. Don’t think I can stop myself if you keep talkin’ like that.”

Through the receiver, Peter’s ears caught wind of a needy mewl. He gripped his cock hard, guiding his fist in firmer strokes. His legs quivered, and the heels of his Star Wars socks slid across the couch.

“Does it feel good when you touch your pretty cock like that, sweetheart?” You cooed.

Peter almost went straight into cardiac arrest. He jolted in place, feeling his cock stiffen in his grasp.

“Святой трах (Holy fuck)..." Peter suffocated on his own groans. For an instant, his words failed him, “Uhmmm…hah…wow-uh…Ебать (fuck). Feels good, yeah. Don’t think it’s enough. I need-...uhm…I want-uh…”

“Yeah? What do you want, baby. It’s okay.” You spoke so sugary sweet again.

“I-...Я просто хочу увидеть тебя (I just want to see you)...” Peter’s veins tingled under his touch, as he tugged his dick with more urgency, “Shit! I-...how come I never knew you could be like this-” And to Peter’s ultimate humiliation, he whimpered your name. Along with another whiny, “ Ебать (Fuck). ”

“Like what?” Your coy voice teased him over the line.

“I dunno…so-uh…so damn nasty.” He joked, and even through the phone; he knew he had you flustered again.

“I guess we all have our secrets, hmm? Tell me more, Pietro. When you touch yourself like that. With those big, strong hands…how’s it feel?” You asked, driving him to keep going.

Peter snorted a laugh, “Strong hands? What??” His endearing playfulness took a backseat, as he grunted into the receiver, “God…feels like my strong hand’s not enough. Мне реально тебе нужно прямо сейчас. Нужна так сильно (I really need you right now. I need you so much).” His voice fell to a whisper. Pumping his slick, crimson cock through his fist, he breathlessly pleaded, “Talk to me, baby. Please. Tell me-ohhh…tell me what you’re doin’ over there.”

You squealed a sultry giggle, further igniting Peter’s pleasured frenzy. He squirmed in his spot on the sofa, forcing himself to stay put. Battling the forces of the universe, it was all Peter could do not to race to your room. Just to spread your legs and hump you like a speedy bunny.

“Mmmm…I’m just doing what you asked me to…I’m being so good for you right now.” You whimpered.

“Oh. Okay…uhm…far out. Uh…wanna gimme the steamy details?” He heckled again, fumbling his words in his nervousness, “Please, don’t hold off on me, baby.”

“I’m…” Your precious voice wavered, teeming with awkwardness as your confidence dwindled, “I’m playing with my little pussy. Just for you. And I’m so wet. I can’t stop thinking about your hands…so big…”

“Боже мой (my god).” Peter muttered. Combating impatience brought upon by his genes, he willed himself to take things slow. His strokes became steady and teasing, as he edged his aching cock, “Holy shit, babe. Yeah? Keep goin’...”

You moaned soft squeals into the receiver, “I want you so bad, Quickie. Please, baby, don’t make me beg. Can you touch this little pussy for me? Please? Your fingers are so big. I don’t think they’d fit all at once. It’s been a while, and I’m so tight.” Your naughty voice pleaded.

“God, I wanna touch you so bad. Я хочу прикоснуться к этой сладкой киске (I want to touch that sweet pussy).” Peter’s impatience got the better of him, and he quickly gave in. He grasped his cock hard, wringing himself fast enough to make his balls bounce. Creasing his brows, he groaned, “Ohhh..What’re you tryna to do to me, babe? Talkin’ about how tight you are…Ебать…”

“But I ammmm.” You whined again, “I’m squeezing my tiny fingers so tight. It’s so soft and hot for you. Bet it’d feel really good if you stretched me. With your fingers, with your cock - fuck, Pietro. I just need you, baby.”

“Please, baby, oh, please? Wanna be inside you. Wanna feel you. I promise I won’t go too fast. Я обещаю (I promise).” Peter whimpered. But as you mewled again, another forceful wave of carnal heat crashed over Peter. In a quieter tone, he choked, “Нет, я могу. Я пойду так быстро (No, I can. I’ll go so fast).”

“Pietro, you can go as fast as you want, baby. I won’t stop you.” You pleaded, your broken voice so kittenish and wanton, “F-Fuck. I’m rubbing my clit. So sensitive. Thinking about you. Thinking about your mouth on me.”

“Ебать!!” Peter moaned through clenched teeth. His self control rapidly abandoned him. Speedily rutting his sore cock through the squeeze of his fist, his body refused to slow down, “Говоря о скорости (Speaking of speed)...” Peter craned his neck back, raising a hand to keep the handset to his ear, “You gotta stop makin’ all those cute noises, baby. Please…I can’t-”

As surges of horny pleasure circulated through his body, Peter thought of you again. He imagined you on your bed, caged under him between his arms. In his daydreams, he kissed you intimately, touching your pretty, naked body. Peter wanted to feel how wet you were for himself. And hell, the danger of pushing your friendship past its limits made you more tempting. Such a lewd, risky thought pushed him closer to the edge of something righteous.

“Baby, I wanna see you. Can I? Can I see you stroke that thick cock? Would you let me? Ohh, fuck, Pietro.” You whimpered. And your noises were so shamelessly lecherous, you could’ve made a pornstar blush, “Can I kiss it, please? Can I kiss your big cock?” You whimpered.

“О боже мой, пожалуйста (Oh my god, please)!” Peter choked, every word hitching in his throat, “Baby…babe, you can’t do this. Ya really can’t be-” He laughed lazily, his dark eyes falling half lidded. His cock throbbed, bright red and turning purple at the tip. He rutted in a speedy blur, “Stop. Stop. Stop. I’m gonna…babe, I’m gonna bust-” He slurred.

You squealed his name as loudly as your hushed voice would allow. And Peter swore he could hear the slick sound of your fingers. As they played with your pretty, little cunt.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Please cum with me. Please? Pietro, OH~!”

“я кончаю, я кончаю (I’m cumming, I’m cumming)! ‘M Gonna-” Peter’s moans seeped through the receiver, his wet lips parting and mouth hanging open.

His swollen cock erupted in white-hot jets, coating his pecs and belly. With all his muscles tensed, Peter’s legs trembled. He rode out those lusty waves in tandem with you. The pleasure of orgasm sounded leagues more intense on your side. You took longer to cruise through it, whimpering and moaning Peter’s name. As you did, Peter basked in his momentary afterglow. Keeping the phone pressed to his ear, his head resting on the arm of the sofa; he listened to you with a smirk on his lips. At the end of your journey in ecstasy, your moans turned into flustered giggles.

Peter's thoughts reeled him in again. Imagining you, looking so sheepish and fine in his jacket. Now, he desperately wanted the real deal. To see you in all your post-nut glory. Mere seconds later, his sore cock pulsed to life again. As his hardness squirmed on his belly, Peter breathed another sigh.

On his end, you heard nothing but silence. You kept calling his name, your tired voice infused with anxiety.

“Uhm…Peter? Hey…are you there?” You asked.

And he didn't say a single word more.

#peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #txt #im terrified this is like...not as decent as my usual but whatever !!

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n3rdy247 · 1 year ago

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HELLOO!!

can i just get a john dory x female reader! headcanons!

john dory met while crashing the wedding and immediately started to flirt with dispite just meeting her. 🫣

THANK YOU!!

HIYAAA!! CAN YOU??? 🤔🤔🤔

girl be so fr OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!

ALL ABOAAAARD THE JOHN DORY X FEM!READER HCS!!!!! WOOOOOOOOO

Okay, so, you know the whole 'watching a cute, romantic ass wedding' plans everyone had for today? Just...watching two bergens have a nice, uninterrupted marriage?

"STOP THE WEDDING!!!"

well fuck those plans. ★ Starting off the bat, when he was literally parkouring his way down that building which just happened to be the MOMENT he noticed you from the crowd, he couldn't help but throw a wink your way right after (even though he had his goggles on, that stupid mf) which led to him face-planting to the floor because his ass was NOT paying attention to stick the landing. YIKES. ★ He also DOES notice when you are at the edge of your seat to hear what the hell is going on. Apparently, he was Branch's brother (figures since both are fine ash, MUST be in the genetics), he was in a band, and his other hot brother was in danger?

remember the wedding? yeah me neither atp

★ He can't help but steal occasional glances at you when the others talk, and when he does, his smile almost seems to widen, even if it's just for a split second. He just saw you, yet look at you go! Making him all giddy and shit inside 🤭 ★ And whenever Poppy and Branch turn their backs to discuss the whole situation, you just KNOW he would be smirking at you with a smug-ass grin, trying to strike up a conversation. Keyword? TRYING.

"Soo...come here often?" lord almighty sir THIS IS A WEDDING.

"Damn, I could really go out for some fresh air right now, because I think you took my breath away." SIR WE ARE OUTSIDE WHAT

Needless to say, this man does NOT know how to strike up a convo.

★ If you do end up getting flustered about his horrendous pick-up lines somehow, he will be so fucking proud of himself for getting a reaction out of you, and WILL keep going at it. What a charmer. (Unless you are uncomfortable with that of course, he might not know how to talk to people, but he has human (troll???) decency.) ★ I'm talking him leaning slightly closer to you with half-lidded eyes, a huge smirk plastered on his face as his voice gets lower and lower, though internally I feel like he'd be going 'LET'S FUCKING GOOOO I STILL GOT IT' since he would be a bit unsure if he was doing well in the first place. It's probably been years since he had any sort of interaction with anyone other than Rhonda so it's understandable. ★ Not to mention BROZONE. MY GOD. If you know about his band? NICE! If you don't know anything about it? NICE! Either way, this man will absolutely brag about it to you. Even if it has been AT LEAST 20 YEARS. He will absolutely talk about 'the good old days' as if it was just yesterday. Bro would probably talk about how he wrote the hits "Girl Baby Baby" and "Baby Baby Girl" on the same day. ★And who knows? Maybe at the end of the wedding when sadly he has to go to save his brother with Branch and Poppy, you'll end up getting a way to contact him after the whole thing ends. You will see him sooner than you think, that's for sure though!

(please keep in mind this is the first time I've written any serious headcanons like these and not just stuff like 'he would be a great hugger' or 'he was a 7.5-inch haver 🤯🤯🤯')

GRAAAGH I'M STILL SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS THOUGH, I STILL HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT EVEN IF IT IS SHORT AS HELL

#the winking HC was actually my bestie's idea so PROPS TO HER #I LOVE YOU MAXY TAXI /P #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls x reader #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #john dory x reader #john dory headcanons #jomn drory /pos #explodes like an atom bomb #I'M GENUINELY SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG #this was probably not worth the wait for the requester i'm so sorry

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chunkzdeluluwife · 3 months ago

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hiyaaa Mina I loveee your stories and I was wondering if you could right a story about Sharky and y/n who are best friends that flirt so ppl on social media ship them and suspect they are dating aswell as their friends.

xoxo "Anonymous"

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨

Sharky and YN post pictures of them seeming like a couple but they say they are just “really good friends” but are they?

Warnings: kissing ‼️

YN posted a picture on Instagram as part of a best friend appreciation post, but the pictures she chose were of her and Sharky cuddling.

As soon as this photo was shared, the Beta Squad's group chat blew up as they all noticed the picture of you and Sharky cuddling on the couch.

Niko was the first to speak up.

"Since when were you two a thing?"

"We're not, Niko. She's my best friend,"

Sharky replied.

"Then why are you two cuddling in the picture? You only cuddle like that when you're dating someone," AJ chimed in.

"We just do," Sharky responded.

The group chat fell silent for a moment until Chunkz spoke up.

"No way. You two don't just cuddle like that. That's some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff."

"Whatever, this group chat is going on mute," Sharky said.

A couple of days later, Sharky posted a picture of him and YN at a restaurant, captioning it, "Out with this cute girl." YN commented, "You're even cuter." The post went viral, and fans went crazy.

Fans started making their own videos compiling "evidence" of Sharky and YN dating.

The thing is, they were just really flirty friends.

Once the Beta Squad saw all the fan videos, they were convinced you two were dating.

Sharky kept watching the videos of fans "proving" the two of you were a couple, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the accusations.

YN walked into Sharky's home, as she usually did. "Hey Sharks, what are you watching?"

He looked up at you with a smirk as he placed his phone down on the couch next to him.

"Just a bunch of videos of us being 'couple goals.'"

"Oh, really?" she said, sitting down next to him with a grin.

He hummed in response and scooted closer to you until you were pressed against his side.

"Yup, they think we're secretly dating or something like that."

"Imagine," she said, resting her hand on his leg.

He chuckled at your response. As your hand found its way to his leg, his hand instinctively moved to your waist, pulling you even closer.

"I don't understand why they think we're dating. We're just good friends!" he said with a smirk, knowing full well that neither of you acted like just friends.

"Yeah, just really good friends!" she exclaimed, chuckling as she turned her body to face him more, her hand moving higher up his leg.

He let out a low chuckle as your hand moved higher. Once you were fully facing him, he moved his hand from your waist to your thigh, gently squeezing your skin.

"Yeah, really good friends... and nothing more," he said, smirking as his eyes flicked down to your lips for a second before returning to your eyes.

He slowly leaned in, your faces now extremely close, your breaths mingling.

His hand on your thigh moved up to your hip, gripping it as he pulled you into his lap. His eyes locked with yours.

"Really good friends..."

"Sharky?! What are you doing?" she laughed.

He continued to smirk as you sat in his lap, his hand firmly on your hip, keeping you in place. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke.

"Oh, I'm just being a really good friend, that's all," he said, his smirk widening as his fingers dug a little deeper into your hip.

"Do you sometimes wish you were more than just really good friends?" she whispered.

He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his heart rate picking up as he stared at you. For a moment, he didn't say anything, just taking in your words.

"Sometimes... I do," he finally whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Just sometimes?"

His smirk reappeared as he scanned your face. Tightening his grip on your hip, he leaned in a bit more, your noses almost touching.

"No, not just sometimes... all the time," he admitted in a low whisper.

"So, what can we do to fix that?"

He scotted, a smirk forming on his face again. His grip tightened as he pulled you closer into his lap, glancing down at your lips.

"We could always just... cross the line between really good friends and a couple."

"Really?"

He chuckled at your response, leaning in until your noses touched and your lips were just inches apart.

"Really. We could do it... right now," he said, his voice low and deep, eyes fixed on your lips.

"But couples are about love, not lust," she teased, pulling her face away slightly.

He groaned in frustration, his soft expression turning into a pout.

"Oh, come on, don't do me like that," he whined, his grip tightening a bit more as he squeezed your waist through your clothes.

He leaned forward, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath sent chills down your spine as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest.

"Stop being a tease," he mumbled against your neck.

"Then tell me how you feel about me," she whispered.

He buried his face deeper into your neck, letting out a huff. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"I really, really like you. Like, really like you. I want more than just friendship... I want more from us," he finally admitted.

"There it is," she said, grabbing his face and kissing him

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! 😭😭 I haven’t done a social media AU ever so I didn’t know if that was what you wanted so I just did my normal kind of fic. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH!!

I’m so blessed to finally start getting requests in which means people like my fics🙏🙏thank you all. I really appreciate it 🤍🤍🤍🤍

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mysticficti0n · 1 year ago

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hiyaaa I love the Colby fic and I was wondering if you could do a short one of like y/n gong through a break up but she doesn't tell him or sam (and could Kat be in it- they're all roomates sorta thing) and she doesn't rlly come out her room and they get worried until Colby goes up and she breaks and he comforts her- like fluffy stuff plz

omg yes this sounds so cutie so ofcc!!! I don't know if its great as I'm very tired but I hope you guys enjoy, It feels good to be writing for someone new but I do still love Tokio Hotel !! I did a very quick proof read but if I missed anything sorry !!

Broken Heart

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

warnings- ColbyBrockxFem/Reader, swearing, fluff, comfort, best friends, care, reader is cheated on

words- 1.7k

Y/n's POV

"I don't understand why you're so angry Y/n?" Justin looked to me, my eyes narrowed "she was just a fri-"

"Shut the fuck up! you keep saying she was a friend but friends don't fuck each other" I screamed- it was killing me, my boyfriend of 6 years cheating on me with his 'friend', his friend who is his phone had hearts next to her name, every message had a 'xxx' at the end, winky faces and peaches shared until one day...today, I go to his apartment 5 minuets from mine to see him in bed, his hands laying on the red-heads hips

"I-it's just a miss understanding Y/n please!" he begged but I couldn't forgive him- not for this "look let me apologise and we can re-start"

"yeah after 6 whole years? good idea Justin let me just forget everything huh?" I yelled, his eyes dropped he knew I wasn't going to take it "just leave"

"no- Y/n I can make it up to you" he pleaded again and again, hands reaching for mine but I pulled away, backing from him

"get the fuck out of my house Justin" my voice was low "go through the fucking door and don't come back- get out" I watched him give me one more look and he left, leaving me with the haunting memories of him with someone else, those 6 years down the drain. The pain settled in quicker then expected, my chest heaved up and down as I sobbed into my pillow as I stared into the images of me and him dotted around my room, the light from the day slowly faded leaving me in darkness, only figures in my room kept me company, my face ached, my whole body did, especially my head so I decided to sleep, sleep would keep me safe, sleep was quiet, sleep was calm.

Kat's POV

Me, Sam and Colby walked into the house, it was silent, no music or tv playing which was unusual if Y/n and Justin were in "think they went out or something I mean its 9- might be like their date night?" Sam spoke putting his keys onto the kitchen island

"Maybe... I'll check up stairs" I smiled quickly leaving the two to find Y/n, I got to her door and pushed it open to see her room pitch black, not any of her candles lit, or lamp on "Y/n?" I whispered and a body shifted under the covers "Y/n, you okay?" I spoke coming in a little more to her room

"fine, just tired" she hummed turning over facing away from me in the doorway

"oh okay- where's Justin?" I asked, most days he's in the house, I mean he was meant to move in with us in a few weeks

"I dunno" she answered in a yawn, I oh'ed, the mood didn't feel right but I decided to leave her in peace, I closed the door and made my way into mine and Sam's room, he was sat on the bed flicking through his phone until he saw me walk in

"she okay?" he asked

"think so- said she is and she's tired" he nodded looking back to his phone "Justin isn't here though" his gaze flicked back up to which I just nodded

"he basically lives here, why wouldn't he be here? and its a Saturday night and ever since they got together he was here every weekend" I shrugged climbing in bed next to the blonde, resting my head on him

"who knows"

The night went by, and the three of us were up in the kitchen, the clock read '12:48pm' and Y/n was still In her room, still in silence, I told Colby what I had told Sam and he seemed just as confused, we decided to order some dinner, just something small and ordered Y/n some too, I was sure something had happened but... maybe I was thinking to much into it

"foods here" Sam spoke bring it in, Colby was half way up the stairs as he said he was going to go get his hoodie from his room "Colby grab Y/n" the other called getting a thumbs up by him

Colby's POV

I jumped up the rest of the stairs going to Y/n's room first, it was weird for her not to be up, she's always awake before me at least but the house was just missing her, I knocked twice before hearing a voice murmur a small 'come in' I pushed it open and saw her body curled in her coves, curtains pulled shut, and tissues thrown onto the floor "hey- you okay?" I asked coming over to the side of the bed where it was empty. Her eyes flickered open and looked up to me

"yeah- think I'm getting Ill" she hummed, sitting herself up, I looked to her face and saw her nose was red and eyes glossy "just a cold"

"hm yeah- we've got dinner down stairs, got you a burger and fries" I spoke as I watched her, she nodded pulling her sheets away and crawling out the side she walked past me and straight to the stairs, I followed forgetting my hoodie and just went to her side, I could see her clearly now, mascara around her eyes along with dark circles, her hair wet on one side, the usual dark lipstick she wore, smudged against her cheek

"hey Y/n" Kat smiled passing her a bag of food "feeling better?"

"no don't feel it- thanks for the food but I think I'll eat up stairs- don't wanna make you guys sick" she spoke, her voice sounding gravelly and tired

"Y/n we don't care, come sit on the couch with us- we can watch a film or something- we have yours and Justins favourite, Tita-" Sam went to continue until the girl beside me face dropped

"I don't wanna sit down here" was the last thing she snapped before hurrying away and her door slammed, I looked to the others who just stood stunned...

the week carried on, time passing by as it does and still no sight of Y/n, I was getting worried she's never like this, I sat alone down stairs as Kat and Sam had gone out somewhere and the only thing that went through my mind was her, I couldn't help the fact I was thinking of her, Y/n's never in her room if someones in the house or if she is in her room- someones with her

but why is she acting off- everything was so different, I couldn't help but be nosey, it was all in good intention of course, thats what I kept telling myself as I stood ear to the door of her room just listening; her voice mumbled incoherent words, small little cries leaving her every so often, my body relaxed a little to much and I ended up falling against the door "Colby?" her voice called 'fuck' I cursed to myself before pushing her door open again "were you fucking listening through my door?" her tone was angry, a cry halting in her throat

"Look I'm sorry but I'm worried about you" I said, I didn't want to keep it from her, I was worried, scared even "you didn't even eat your food" I spoke looking to the bag still sat scrunched on her desk "what happened?"

"I'm fine Colby okay? For days people keep fucking asking me if I'm okay and I fucking am" she ragged the sheet over her "just get the fuck out"

"Y/n you're not fucking fine- I've known you long enough to know this isn't how you act all the time" I didn't mean for my voice to raise at her but I was annoyed but not with her, she was going through something and didn't want to admit it "what happened" I said, my voice stern. The covers flipped from her body, her eyes welled with tears, face wet

"He fucking cheated on me- There better? you know now, my boyfriend of 6 years cheated on me because I'm not good enough for him and I can't think straight, I feel sick all the goddamn time and all I have every hour is 'you okay Y/n?' No I'm fucking not" her voice broke, the sobs that once heaved in her chest being released

"I'm sorry" I spoke, coming next to her bed, she looked up to me and her face snapped, pearls of tears slipping down her cheeks

"Why wasn't I good enough, Colbs?" she whispered, her voice choked with sorrow, her head buried in her hands. I couldn't bear to see her in such pain. Without thinking, my arms enveloped her fragile frame, pulling her close to my chest as I settled on the edge of her mattress.

"You're more than good enough, Y/n – I promise you that," I reassured her, my voice a soothing balm against the storm of emotions raging within her. Y/n's face found refuge in the curve of my neck, and I could feel the warmth of her tears seeping into my skin. It broke my heart to witness her suffering. "Did he do anything to hurt you?" I asked gently, my concern deepening as I held her tighter. She shook her head, her breath hitching between sobs.

"He... he just said she was a friend, but then I walked in on them having sex at his apartment," she confessed, the pain evident in every word. My fingers traced gentle patterns along her back, offering what little comfort I could. "I just don't understand why," she continued, her eyes red and swollen from the tears. I nodded, listening intently as she poured her heart out.

"He's just stupid, Y/n. You're nothing but perfect," I whispered, my hand tenderly cupping her jaw, guiding her to look into my eyes. "He's the one who's made the biggest mistake of his life by letting someone as amazing as you slip away."

She nodded, her tear-stained eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. In that moment, as I held her close, I vowed to be her pillar of support – a reminder that despite the pain, she was deserving of love and happiness. Together, we would navigate through the shadows, and I would do everything in my power to mend the shattered pieces of her heart.

"thanks Colby" Y/n smiled, hugging herself back into my chest

#cole robert brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock #colby x reader #colby brock fluff #sam and colby #xplr #sam golbach #colby brock smut #fluffy #heartbreak #connection #memories #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fic

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dreaming-of-lu · 1 year ago

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A/N: Hiyaaa, it's been awhile tehe. I'm like kicking myself back into gear again since I know I haven't posted, but I figured I leave y'all with this until I can smack some things out.

The sight was adorable.

He was too sweet for his own good even if his form and posture spelled a whole 'nother thing. Don't get it too wrong, he may look terrifying and stoic to those who do not know the man well, sometimes putting it to good use yet when it came to children? He was a sucker and tried his best to not scare them with his towering height. Instead he entertained the kids of the village, letting them climb onto his back as he patiently answered their never ending streams of questions.

Though, never would you have guessed that he did entertain their playful antics, then again, you knew that the little boy inside of him was healing.

Time dipped, dived and spun on his heel with a laugh loudly leaving him, a smile so bright and wide on his lips as the children of the village squealed out in joy. All following him so eagerly, trying to tag him, get him to falter yet he stayed ahead of them.

"Looks like he's in a very good mood," you turned to see the captain make his way to you.

"That he is, captain," Warriors squints at the mumbled response. "Is everything okay?" He nudged his shoulder against yours, staring hard into your features, obviously looking for a crack to unfold.

"It's nothing," you shook your head, eyes never once leaving the happy form of the leader. He never had looked so stress free in his life, normally was on the run, tending to any tasks that were settled upon his already weary torn shoulders. It was a privilege to see him like this just once.

"You know, he wasn't always like that," Warriors pipes up, "I mean by stoic and level headed."

"Oh?" you perked up, "do tell?"

A short huff of laughter passed the captains' lips, "he was actually a menace believe or not, a good one, but enough to be a pain in the arse."

"Really?" You leaned in closer to Warriors.

"Oh, yes," Warriors fondly watched the lumbering man trip and fall over his feet, immediately glomped on by the kids. He laughs at the sight, shaking his head, "it must be weird seeing or knowing about this." "Not really," you shrugged, "people like him tend to have soft spots."

Silence overtook the area.

"You love him, don't you?"

"WHa-" you sputtered, "wh-where did you get that idea?!"

Warriors tapped your nose lightly, "that my dear, is a secret for me to know."

"Captain, I swear on the goddessses, if you ev-" He held a hand up calmly, cutting off your rant.

"I'm not interested in meddling with your love affairs," he playfully winked, "that's more of yours to deal with."

"LINK!"

The captain laughs hard in response when the leader of the group shot up so quick in worry.

#.bea's writing #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu time x reader #loz x reader #loz link x reader

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chuuyasheaven · 1 year ago

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HIYAAA this is my first time sending a request hope I did it right lol

Sub!Chuuya has been causing me absolute brain rot lately sooo...,,, I was thinking sub!chuuya who just came home from a looonngg mission and needs some good ole stress relief with dom!afab!reader with prompt 3 and 7 :3c

♡ Nobody does it like you ♡ (Chuuya Nakahara)

3. "Make me feel good, nobody does it like you." 7. "I'm too sensitive, slow down– ah!"

Tags. Chuuya N. / afab! Reader, sub! Chuuya, pet names ("baby" for Reader, "sweetheart" for both), praising, hand job, blow job, slight teasing, some overstimulation? (for Chuuya), porn without plot?, might contain grammar errors, rushed?, etc.

Notes. This is the realest thing ever.. Enjoy!!

Chuuya looked stressed when he came back home, he wasn't complaining, sure, but you could see he wasn't particularly happy. "Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?", you asked him to see if your suspicions were true. "Yeah, I'm fine, just had a shitty day at work.", you stood up and walked towards him. "I'm sorry, do you want anything, Chuuya?", he took off his shoes and coat. "You, if it's okay.", you giggled quietly before responding back. "No, it's okay. What exactly do you want me to do?", Chuuya got closer to you now. "I don't care, make me feel good, nobody does it like you.", hearing what you needed to hear, you kissed him and he swiftly carried you to the bedroom.

When you arrived, he let you down again and took off his vest and harness for easier access. "What do you need me to do, baby?", Chuuya sat down onto the bed while waiting for your next move. "Just. . relax for me. Let me do the work, alright, sweetheart?", your sweet tone was probably the reason he got a little excited. "Okay,", he just replied, you walked to him and sat down on his lap. You started kissing him again, he kissed back and leaned into the kiss. Now making out, you let your finger run down his still clothed chest. As you separated from each other, you kisses wandered lower. From his face to his neck, unbuttoning a few buttons from his shirt for more access to his collarbone.

You backed up from his chest a little to unbuckle his belt, then you unzipped his pants and removed his boxers to finally hold his dick in your hand. Slowly, you started to rub it lightly, if Chuuya wasn't hard yet, he definitely was now. Your thumb ran quickly over his tip, giving him slight goosebumps. Chuuya started to breath heavily, the pleasure of you jerking him off taking over him slowly. He got close rather faster than normal, but can you blame him? Something about you and him in these positions turned him on. "Does this feel good, sweetheart?", you asked, toning the 'sweetheart' rather seductively. Chuuya nodded, you smiled at this and kept on going until he came in your hand.

You let him calm down from his first orgasm before kneeling down before him. Again rubbing it a little before taking his tip into your mouth, teasing it a little by kitten licking it. As if this wasn't enough, you then took most of his length in your mouth, he let out a surprised moan at this which amused you. "K–keep going, just like that, sweetheart. .", Chuuya's hands finding their way to your hair to lightly grab it. You started to suck harder and faster, trying to make him cum faster for your next move. Your hand made it's way to the inches left which didn't fit past your lips and started stroking it. This definitely brought him over the edge, as Chuuya's hips twitched he came inside your mouth while moaning your name quietly.

Letting him take a deep breath before continuing, you got up and sat on his lap again. When he finally had his breath in tact again, you asked if he's willing to continue. "Do you want to continue, Chuuya?", he nodded first, finding words to answer with. ". . You didn't get to cum yet, so yeah. Continue, baby.", he was right, you didn't cum yet and were already wet. With Chuuya's consent, you pushed your panties to the side to let his cock in. You teased him a little by rubbing his tip against your folds first, just for fun, now you let it rest inside you to adjust. As soon as it was inside your cunt, it twitched. Chuuya wasn't to blame for this, he was just slightly sensitive at this point. Adjusted to his dick, you started you move, Chuuya could've literally cum right and there.

You found a steady rhythm and stuck to it, bouncing on him so perfectly trying to go slow for Chuuya's sake. You already could feel your first release nearing, as desperation and pleasure got the better of you, you mindlessly got faster to chase it. With the sudden change of rhythm Chuuya got quite vocal, low moans and grunts coming from him now. "F–fuck, sweetheart. . I'm too sensitive, slow down— ah!", his plea fell on deaf ears, you didn't mean to but this felt too good to slow down now. It didn't take long until the both of you came at the same time, trying to recover from your high. Before anything else could be done, you suddenly were flipped on your back with Chuuya now between your legs.

"Thank you, sweetheart. . But now it's my turn to make you feel good. Just keep on being good for me, alright?"

#chuuya'sheaven ♡#chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya smut #bsd chuuya #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs smut #chuuya x reader

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mssorceressupreme · 3 months ago

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Hiyaaa 🤭🤭 Anyway so I have no idea if you’re still taking req but you have like 0 Newt XDD 😔✌️✌️ Your writing style is gorgeous like oml I wish 😭

So yeah it’s like where the reader fem is super self conscious about her eczema on her inner arms so she wears hoodies to cover it up and then the whole glade has this plan to figure out why by taking off her sweater causing her to have a panic attack where Newt comes and comforts her and ends with sum fluff <33

You’re such a great writer btw I can’t say it enough !!! 😚👏👏

Lolol I've only done Minho for now cause he's my main hyper fixation PLZZ but I'm more than happy to write Newt for you love <333

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Safe Place

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Summary: you wear hoodies to cover your eczema up as you're self-conscious about it. one day the whole glade has a plan to figure out why by taking off your sweater

Warnings: bullying, teasing, reader is self-conscious ---

The Glade was always scorching hot. The sun seemed relentless as it beat down on the massive stone walls, the dirt paths, and the ever-busy Gladers.

Yet, despite the heat, you were always seen wearing a hoodie. It was your safety net—a barrier between you and the world that hid what you didn’t want anyone to see: the patches of irritated, red skin on your inner arms caused by eczema.

You knew you stood out in the Glade because of it. While everyone else wore lightweight shirts and shorts, you stuck to your hoodie like it was a second skin.

Some people, like Newt, had noticed, but no one had asked outright. At least, not yet. You avoided direct questions, and when people made casual comments about the heat or how "you must be dying in that thing," you'd simply shrug and change the subject.

But the truth was, you hated it. The eczema made you feel self-conscious, and no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, the itchiness would always remind you it was there. You couldn’t help but feel that if anyone saw, they’d stare, judge, or worse—pity you.

Lately, you’d noticed the Gladers had been acting... weird. They’d glance your way when they thought you weren’t looking, whispering among themselves. One day at breakfast, you caught Frypan and Thomas exchanging looks when you pulled the sleeves of your hoodie down further. Minho and Gally, both sitting nearby, shared a silent nod. You were sure something was up, but you couldn't quite figure out what.

It wasn’t until later that afternoon that the plan became clear.

You were walking by the gardens, picking up a few supplies for Newt when out of nowhere, a group of Gladers surrounded you. "Hey, Y/N!" Logan called out, a mischievous smile on his face.

You raised an eyebrow. "Hey... what’s up?"

Before you could react, Jack darted forward, quick as ever, and tugged at the hem of your hoodie. You gasped, stumbling back in shock, but before you could say anything, Gally joined in, grabbing the other sleeve.

"Guys, stop!" you yelled, panic rising in your chest as they continued to try and wrestle the hoodie off. You felt trapped, overwhelmed, and exposed, even though they hadn’t managed to pull it off completely.

The world seemed to close in around you. Your heart raced, your vision blurred, and your breath caught in your throat as you tried to push them away. All you could think was that they’d see, they’d stare, and they’d know.

"Please!" you cried out, tears brimming in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

"You must be dying in that thing," Brandon laughed, though there was something calculating behind it. "Come on, just take it off."

"No!" You pushed at them, feeling your heart race as they persisted. Your breath quickened, and your chest tightened. This couldn’t be happening.

Jason appeared, a bucket of water in his hands. He grinned mischievously and said, "How about we cool you down then?"

Before you could react, he tipped the bucket, dousing you in cold water. The hoodie soaked instantly, the heavy fabric clinging to your skin. You felt it all—the itch, the irritation, the weight of everyone’s eyes on you.

"Take it off, Y/N!" Brandon shouted, laughing as if this was all some harmless prank.

Your vision blurred as your panic escalated. The wet fabric stuck to your arms, revealing the uneven texture beneath. You felt trapped, exposed, and terrified all at once.

"Please, stop!" you cried, your voice shaky, but they didn’t listen. They thought they were being playful, but they had no idea what this was doing to you.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Newt’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife. "What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!"

Everyone froze as Newt stormed over, fury etched on his face. He pushed Jason back, stepping between you and the rest of them. His eyes burned with anger as he glared at the group.

"We were just... we just wanted to know why she always wears the hoodie," Gally mumbled, looking down in embarrassment.

Newt turned his sharp gaze on him. "By soaking her in water? What’s wrong with you?!"

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation as your vision blurred even further. Your breathing was rapid and shallow, your chest tight as the panic took over. You stumbled, collapsing to your knees, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Jason and Gally exchanged guilty glances, their playful demeanour quickly fading. Brandon and Jack stood awkwardly, realising they had crossed a line.

"We were just messing around..." Brandon mumbled, but his voice trailed off when he saw the look on Newt’s face. As he was second-in-command, no one dared to mess with him, for they knew the consequences.

Newt turned his attention back to you. He could see how panicked you were, how your hands trembled as you clutched the soaking hoodie to your chest, desperately trying to cover the patches of eczema that had started to show through.

"Y/N, look at me," Newt said softly, his anger melting away as he knelt down in front of you, shielding you from everyone else. "It’s okay. I’m here. Just breathe with me alright? In and out."

His voice was steady and calm as he guided you through each breath. "In... and out. Focus on my voice. You’re safe."

Your breath hitched, your chest tight, but you tried to focus on Newt’s voice. His steady, calming presence was like a lifeline pulling you out of the storm.

"They didn’t mean any harm," you whispered, trying to defend the others even though you felt like the world was caving in around you.

Newt shook his head. "That doesn’t matter. They had no right to do this to you."

He reached out, gently pulling you into his arms. His shirt soaked up the water from your hoodie, but he didn’t care. He held you tightly, his touch grounding you, making you feel safe.

"Let’s get you out of here," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. With one last angry glare at the others, Newt helped you stand and led you away from the group.

You felt humiliated, your heart still racing, but as you walked beside Newt, something inside you began to settle. He didn’t judge you. He didn’t push you to explain. He was just there, by your side, where you needed him.

When you reached the Homestead, Newt guided you to a quiet spot, away from prying eyes. He sat you down and crouched beside you, his eyes filled with concern.

"I’m sorry that happened," Newt said softly. "They didn’t know... but that doesn’t excuse it."

You nodded, still feeling the weight of everything. "I just... I didn’t want anyone to see. It’s my eczema. It’s ugly."

Newt frowned, reaching out to gently lift your chin so you’d meet his gaze. "It’s not ugly, Y/N. You’re not ugly. Don’t ever think that."

His words hung in the air, and for the first time in a long time, you felt the smallest bit of comfort. Newt’s eyes were full of sincerity—he wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better; he truly meant it.

"I’m here for you," Newt continued, his voice steady and reassuring. "You don’t have to hide from me, okay? I don’t care about the hoodie or the eczema. I care about you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from panic or fear. They were from gratitude. Newt had saved you—not just from the others, but from the spiral of self-consciousness you had been trapped in for so long.

"Thank you, Newt," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. "For everything."

He smiled, that soft, genuine smile that always made you feel better, and gently wiped away a stray tear from your cheek. "Anytime, love. I’ll always be here for you."

As the sun began to set over the Glade, casting the sky in shades of gold and pink, you sat there with Newt, feeling more at ease than you had in a long time. The weight of the hoodie, the eczema, the self-consciousness—it all seemed a little less heavy with him by your side.

And for the first time, you thought that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to hide anymore. Not from Newt, he was your safe place.

#dylan o'brien #imagine #ki hong lee #maze runner #thomas tmr #thomas brodie sangster #the maze runner #tmr newt #tmr newt x reader #newt x reader #thomas brodie sangster x reader #newt tmr #tmr fandom #newt maze runner

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 years ago

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HIYAAA!!! so i heard you were writing for matty murdock after i was foaming at the mouth simping for peter quill and i was like OOOO

so this morning I was thinking about maybe taking off his glasses for the first time? hes shy about it bc he doesnt want to scare people and he thinks its ugly and reader is like "UGLY?? ABSHSHSJ BABY YOURE NOT UGLY??" and to cheer him up she puts on his glasses and gives an epic breathtaking (im laughing so badly) impression of matty

hopefully you can do this soon! Have a great rest of your week + weekend

-🪐

hii again!!🪐 this is so cute, I love it. when I was adding asks to my list I didn’t see the last part of your message until today, sorry as I wanted it to be done sooner. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also hope you have a great rest of your week <3

red tinted

Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 0.36k (sorry it’s a short one)

warnings || none just fluff

masterlist + rules

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You and Matt had the day to yourselves, spending your free day in the comfort of his apartment on the sofa catching up. Things were relatively new between the two of you, but you were already extremely comfortable with one another.

"Hey Matt...?" you linger, pulling away from his side, gazing over him.

"Mhm, sweetheart?" he hums quietly, a slight twitch of concern spreads across his face.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he grins earnestly, feeling a moment of calm when he notices your heart's steady tempo. "What's on your mind?"

"Your glasses... why do you wear them at home?" you ask carefully.

"I don't know... I just always have. I suppose they hide my eyes," he shrugs simply before kissing your shoulder.

"Hide your eyes?" you repeat, specks of confusion littering your tone. "Why would you want to hide them? They're beautiful,"

He lowly chuckles before turning from your admiration-filled gaze. "No," he says slowly, seeming as though he is embarrassed or uncomfortable.

"Matt... I think you have the prettiest eyes, like ever,"

"Come on now," he awkwardly chuckles, "you're just saying that,"

"Nah-uh, they're beautiful, Matt... can I?" you sweetly question, extending your hands toward the frames of his glasses. Noticing his nod, you slowly remove them. "Whoa, so pretty," you say enthusiastically, watching his grin widen. "Can I put them on?" you question, even though they were halfway over your head.

"What are they like? What'd you see?" he cutely asks, leaning into your side.

"I see the world on fire," you playfully whisper, earning a light tap on the arm from the unimpressed man beside you. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," you laugh, kissing his cheek apologetically. "I'm a really good lawyer. Okay, that was the last one," throwing your head back as you cackle, clearly having too much fun. "I'm just pulling your leg... but I'm being deadly serious here, alright Matthew. You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

He grins coyly, hiding his face between your shoulder and ear, softly chuckling into your skin. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay," he says, slight dismissal in his cadence. "You can play pretend lawyer for a little longer."

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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Hiyaaa, love your work and the way you write Hobie. Could I please request a Hobie x reader where the reader struggles with eating and Hobie is trying to coax the reader into eating.

Hi hun! I've seen you around my notifs! Thank you for the love ❤️ this is my first time writing something like this, so I hope this is okay. Thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention, FLUFF.

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You sigh as you rummage through your fridge for the third time that night, putting your hands inside the pockets of your hoodie, wringing your fingers together. You look at the contents of your fridge, as if staring at it will magically change what's inside. Even though it's filled with ingredients to cook with, some tupperwares of leftovers, fruits that are definitely over ripe. You tilt your head, finding nothing that interests you, too tired to cook.

Hobie's unexpected voice startles you, "did you put the telly in there or somethin'?"

You jump slightly, clutching your chest. "Hobie! When'd you get here?"

Hobie struts towards you, still in his suit, mask discarded on your dining table, "just now, I knocked on your window, you were busy watching the fridge to notice me" his hand flew behind you, landing on the fridge door "what are you even lookin at?" You move to the side, giving him space, his hand that was previously on the door latches on to your back, holding you.

You lean into his touch, grasping the edge of his vest, playing with the rough leather. "Nothing"

He notices your low energy reply, already knowing your predicament, "want me to make you something?" He bends his knees looking inside, cataloging which ingredients he can use to make a meal.

"You don't have to" you say softly, looking at him.

"Well, I want to" he looks at your downturned lips, eyes glassy. Hobie finally gets what you mean, heart shattering for you. But he doesn't say it, lest he might make you more upset. He notices the small tremors in your hand, "You need to eat something, even just a little, get your strength up, yeah?" Hobie holds your hand that's been playing with his vest, kissing the back of it fondly. He spots the red fruit inside one of the drawers in your fridge, getting an idea.

You swallow down a lump in your throat. "I'll try"

He smiles, "thank you" he pecks your cheek "sit down for me, I'll make it quick"

"Can I help?"

"What? You worried that I might burn down your flat?"

You chuckle softly, Hobie feels proud that he made you smile, despite what you're currently feeling "no, I just want to help" guilty that you're making him do all the work, right after what must've been a tough day.

"Alright, grab that apple for me" he surrenders to you.

You hand him a couple of shiny red apples, he grabs them from you, his hands big enough to hold them both in one hand. "What else?"

"That's it" Hobie rinses the fruits in the sink.

"That's it?"

"Mm-hmm, go sit your pretty ass down. I'll be there in a few" a satisfying crunch reaches your ears when he cuts them in the middle.

You stand there watching him expertly use the knife to cut the first apple into neat slices. "What're you doing?"

"You'll see"

"Okay then, keep your secrets" you give in, trusting him. sitting down on the dining chair, waiting for whatever he's making.

Hobie smiles, hands carefully cutting the slices of the apple skin.

You hear a few crunching sounds, hearing Hobie whisper out a word you can't decipher. "You okay?" Thinking he might've accidentally cut himself.

"I'm fine" you see him put a slice in his mouth.

You grab his mask, looking at the details of it. A few minutes later he comes to the table with a plate full of apple slices.

You look closely at it as he lays it in front of you, Hobie sits down beside you, watching your reaction.

"Are those bunnies?" You look at the apple slices cut into bunny shapes, you hold one up, finger grazing the 'ears'

"Yep, thought it might help with your appetite" he watches you closely, "is that okay?"

"They're adorable" you grin at him, heart swelling in fondness "thank you" you reach out to him for a hug.

Hobie shuffles closer to you, chair scraping on the floor, he's so close your thighs meet his, he hugs you tight, hand cradling the back of your neck. "you sure it's okay?"

"Yes, but I think they're too adorable to eat though" you pull away staring at the 'bunny', Hobie's hand slides to your waist, thumb caressing you softly.

"Their sacrifice won't be in vain" he grabs one, popping it in his mouth. He chews, pushing the plate closer to you.

You bite into the slice, the sweet taste bursts on your tongue. "The screaming doesn't help though" you play along with his bit.

Hobie almost chokes, pausing his chewing. You laugh at his reaction, rubbing his back, taking another bite. He moves his hand over to your thigh, patting it as he swallows the fruit down.

"You okay?" You ask, in between laughs.

Hobie grabs another slice "I'll live, you good?"

"Yeah, I'm good" you thump your forehead against his shoulder "Where'd you even learn how to cut it like that?"

He hands you another slice "I'll tell you if you help me finish this entire plate"

"Deal" You grab the apple from his hand, munching down on it.

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icrypop · 4 months ago

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Hello me again! So it's a bit uncomfortable for me to say this since this is my second time asking🫣

Can you do a yandere sbg x reader kissing or make out if it's fine? it's fine if you don't wanna do it I don't mind at all and take you're time that's all bye! (Love you're yandere sbg stories! ♥(ﾉ´∀`)

-by iluvoptimus!

Yandere SBG Kissing Preferences:

Ashlynn, Taylor/Tyler, Ben, Aiden, Logan

Warnings: A little steamy on Tyler's, Ashlynn's and Aiden's parts!

Hiyaaa! I'm so glad you felt okay enough to request, I promise there was no problem with this ask and I was okay writing it!! Im glad you enjoy my writing and I am so so sorry it took me so long to get this out to you!! I hope you enjoy!! :)

-Writer Icy<3

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Ashlynn:

- Preference: Ashlynn prefers soft, lingering kisses. She enjoys savoring the moment and making sure the reader knows how deeply she cares for them.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Ashlynn loves kissing the reader’s forehead or cheek, often as a gentle reassurance of her affection. She’ll kiss their lips when she wants to be more intimate, but it’s always slow and tender.

- Public or Private: Ashlynn prefers private moments for kissing. She finds public displays of affection a bit too vulnerable but will sneak a quick peck if she’s feeling jealous or protective.

Ashlynn cupped the reader’s face gently, her fingers brushing against their skin as she leaned in. The rain outside pattered against the window, but inside the room of , everything felt warm and still. "You’re mine," she whispered softly, her lips ghosting over the reader’s cheek before pressing a slow, tender kiss to their lips. She savored the moment, letting her kiss linger as if it was a silent promise that she would never let them go. "No one will ever take you from me." She whispered as her cold fingertips brushed under your shirt, holding your waist tightly as you felt your back bump against the counter. A hand traveled to the back of your head but the kiss stayed gentle, loving, passionate as she held you closer, something so sweet ignited in your stomach and into your heart. Her eyes said it all when she pulled away and smiled.

Tyler:

- Preference: Tyler is intense, and his kisses reflect that. He likes deep, passionate kisses that feel all-consuming, as if he’s trying to show the reader how much they mean to him in every single kiss.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: He loves kissing the reader on the lips, but he also likes trailing kisses along their neck and collarbone, where he can feel their pulse and the warmth of their skin.

- Public or Private: Tyler doesn’t care about privacy when it comes to kissing. If he feels like showing his affection, he’ll do it wherever—especially if someone else is watching. It’s his way of staking his claim.

Tyler’s hand gripped the reader’s wrist tightly as he pulled them into a secluded corner of the school. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark with possessiveness. "You have no idea how much I need you," he muttered before crashing his lips against theirs. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if he needed to remind them who they belonged to. His hands slid up to cup the back of their neck, pulling them closer. Oh how your heart flooded and stomach pooled with that familiar feeling. He was tense, warm, everything felt warm. When he finally pulled away, he pressed a quick kiss to the reader’s jawline. "No one else gets to have this—just me." You nod, head fuzzy as you drifted from his eyes to his lips, pressing yours against his once more, the room growing warmer.

Taylor:

- Preference: Taylor is unpredictable in her kissing style. Sometimes, she’s gentle and affectionate, and other times, her kisses are more excited or hyper/urgent, as if she’s scared the reader might slip away from her.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: She enjoys kissing the reader’s lips but also likes kissing the back of their hand or wrist, as it feels intimate and a little old-fashioned. When she’s feeling particularly emotional, she’ll kiss the reader’s forehead.

- Public or Private: Taylor prefers private moments but doesn’t mind giving quick kisses in public if she’s feeling insecure or possessive.

Taylor sat beside the reader on her bed, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on their arm. "You won’t leave me, right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Before the reader could respond, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against theirs. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly deepened, her need for reassurance evident in the way her hands tightened around their shoulders. When she finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against theirs, a soft smile on her lips. "I’ll never let you go."

Aiden:

- Preference: Even though Aiden has a more hyper or excited attitude about him I believe he is slow and deliberate when it comes to kissing. He likes to take his time, savoring every second as if it’s the last. His kisses are filled with emotion, always seeking a connection beyond the physical.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: He prefers kissing the reader on the lips but also enjoys kissing their temples or the top of their head. It’s his way of showing protection and care.

- Public or Private: Aiden doesnt really mind if its private or public moments. He finds public displays of affection to be a little too much sometimes though and would rather have those intimate moments when it’s just the two of them. But he would definitely kiss them in public if he needed to make it clear they were his and his only.

Aiden stood with the reader in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft glow from the outside streetlights casting shadows across the room. He gently brushed a strand of hair from their face, his touch lingering. "You don’t realize how much I care about you, do you?" he whispered before leaning in, his lips meeting theirs in a slow, tender kiss. He kissed them like he was memorizing every second, savoring the warmth and softness. Picking you up softly and carying you to the couch before laying across you, he continued his gentle way of love. His kisses soft but with more pressure as your heart rate picked up. His hands caged your head as yours slid from his shoulder and down to his abs. 'When did he get so built..' You thought before wrapping your free hand around his neck, pulling him down more as the kiss deepened. When he pulled back, he kissed their forehead gently, resting his chin on top of their head. "You’re all Mine."

Ben:

- Preference: Ben is quiet and reserved, but his kisses are surprisingly intense. He prefers slow, deliberate kisses that communicate how deeply he feels. He doesn’t kiss often, but when he does, it’s full of emotion.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Ben likes kissing the reader on the lips, but when he’s feeling particularly protective or possessive, he’ll kiss their neck or the side of their head.

- Public or Private: Ben definitely prefers private moments for kissing. He doesn’t like showing his emotions in public, but behind closed doors, he’s more willing to express his feelings.

Nen sat beside the reader in the quiet darkness of his room. The only sound was the soft hum of the rain outside, tapping against the window. Without a word, he reached out, his hand brushing against the reader’s cheek. He leaned in slowly, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to their lips. It was soft but intense, filled with everything he couldn’t say out loud. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against theirs, his eyes closed. "You belong with me," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

Logan:

- Preference: Logan’s kisses are sweet and full of warmth. He’s gentle, always checking to make sure the reader is comfortable. His kisses are filled with love and affection, with a playful undertone at times.

- Favorite Spot to Kiss: Logan loves kissing the reader on the lips but also enjoys peppering kisses on their cheeks and nose, especially when he’s feeling playful or trying to cheer them up.

- Public or Private: Logan prefers private kisses but isn’t opposed to giving the reader a quick peck in public, especially when he’s feeling protective or jealous.

Logan grinned at the reader as they sat together on the grass in the schoolyard. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow around them. He leaned in close, his lips brushing softly against theirs. His kiss was gentle, full of affection, but he couldn’t resist adding a playful nibble at the end. When he pulled back, he peppered kisses across their cheeks, making the reader giggle. "I love seeing you smile," he said with a soft laugh, kissing the tip of their nose before pulling them into a tight hug.

#my fic #request #x reader #webtoon #school bus graveyard #webtoon x reader #ashlynn banner #requests open #taylor hernandez #school bus graveyard tyler #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard taylor #tyler hernandez #ben clark #logan fields #aiden clark

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terras-domain · 1 year ago

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Trick or Be Tricked

Characters: Hwang Yeji, Yoo Jimin (Karina)

Tags: Halloween, shrinking, trick or treat, Dungeons & Dragons (DnD) kinda style (?), game master, lowkey story driven, somewhat bi

Note from writer: (HIYAAA ALL! I'm trying a bit of a new format for my smuts so it looks more organized. Plus, I'll be trying to finish this Halloween story before the end of this week, 5th of November 2023. Cheers all and happy Halloween <33)

(just a lil fyi to readers, DnD heavily relies on the dices results, the higher the number, the higher the damage. how much? depends on the one that controls the game aka me :3)

Halloween, that time of year again. Where the self-proclaimed 'spooky' seasons are at. Children running around in costumes, even adults too to celebrate with a well known tradition, trick or treating. Both JYP and SM Ent have proposed a collaboration of the festive season by making a 'trick or treat' event, where two leaders from their respective companies; Yeji and Karina will knocking door to door to greet fans on the occasions. At first it was kind of a fun event, meeting people excited to see them, gifting nice presents and candy, not to mention the children's heart melting wishes for them, making both Yeji and Karina enjoy the day, until they reached the last house in their little event.

For some reason, the production crew was nowhere to be seen when they reached the area of the house, a deserted terrace, well decorated for Halloween. 30 mins goes by and still, nobody there, not to mention the bad reception there. "Maybe they're waiting for us inside?" Yeji suggested, the two leaders both shrugging and though maybe they are already in there. So they walked up to the front door, two knocks on the door from Karina's knuckle as they called out. "Trick or treat~" the two girls were in sync, hoping for a response. The wooden door creaks open as an old man peeks through, checking out who was knocking on his door. "Oh my, visitors!" He exclaimed, shocked to see the both Karina and Yeji stood in front of his front door, not because they're idols but rather because he has nobody knocking on his door, which clearly left the two girls with question marks.

"I thought the crew told the neighborhood about us coming." Karina whispered to Yeji, only for her to just nod in confusion. The old man guided them in, walking into the large interior of the terrace while the oldie kept on going about and talking until they reached the living room; where it was decorated too well for only that man to be living alone. A bonfire well lit and beautiful scenery of beauty and ominous vibe, a coffee table that is filled with jars and boxes of sweets and chocolates. But the thing that caught the eyes of Karina and Yeji weren't the mouthwatering sweets, it's the board game in the center of the table. "Are you a DnD player sir?" Karina asked, which the old man happily nodded and chuckled. "I used to be a game master for my friends back in the day, before they all moved away..." he kept a big smile, but something about him just makes everything so horrific, worse than any other horror movie they've seen.

Both Karina and Yeji sat together at the coffee table, facing the old man as they made some small talk. Eventually they grabbed some of the chocolates from the boxes and jars, and not gonna lie, it was good, until a sudden blurriness covers their eyesight. Yeji smacks the table, coughing as she faced difficulties to breath, and so did Karina. "Nghhh-! What's in that thing?" Yeji asked, looking up to the old man who was silent, smirking as the two girls were looking like they were on the verge of death itself, as if their lungs are shrinking. "Yeji....I can't...breathe" Karina voiced for help, but what can Yeji do? She's in the same boat as her. "Fuuuck....help..." Yeji's defeated voice fades as both her and Karina collapsed, soon everything turns black.

"Huh???" A confused Yeji shook her head, looking around. Karina just got up herself it seems, shaking her head as they looked around. "Where are we?" Karina asked, but the deep stare they gave each other just amplifies their confusion. "Well good morning girls~ welcome- to my WORLD" the old man's voice echoes, introducing himself as The Game Master. "Game Master....board game...DnD! Yeji! We're in a DnD game!" Karina yelped out as a staff suddenly appears in her hands. And so did her appearance change from her usual wear to one that a mage would wear in the medieval shows. And so did Yeji, transforming into what seems to be a knight, with a sword and shield on each hand and a shining silver armor. "Much better! Now, your mission girls...is to amuse me!" The Game Master exclaimed, clapping his hands once as he announced. "I summon, 20 bandits!" His orders turns to a reality, 20 bandits equipped with knives surrounding them.

"Hnggh- guess there's no running here." Yeji grabbed her sword and slashes one of the bandits, no effects happened. "What...?" Yeji, looks puzzled, she was sure to have killed that thing. Yeji's clueless face just made Karina sigh. "I cast fire spell on the 20 bandits" She casted, and with her wand, a gigantic 20-sided dice is shown. as it bounces around it shows the number 17, making Karina smirk. "Bingo." As the dice disappears into thin air fire ignites as 17 of the bandits reduces to ashes, leaving them only to deal with 3 more of those mobs. "OHHHHH~ so that's how you do it" Yeji nodded, starting to understand the game a bit more, it just made Karina shook her head, hiding her laughter despite the dangerous game they're playing.

"I slash the bandit with my sword!" Yeji's commands reappears the dice, rolling it but only casting a 4. It made Yeji's sword didn't make much damage on the bandit, only 2/5 of it's hit points (HP) down. Now, it's the bandits turn. "The bandits will target Yeji, attack her!" Again, the dice reappears, this time rolling 11. Thanks to her outstanding armor, Yeji managed to tank the damages, only losing 4 out of her 15 HP. "Yeji!!" Karina screamed, trying to help her, but she can't. It's Yeji's turn and the only thing she can do is wait and hope Yeji can save herself out of the situation. Yeji's chest moved up and down as she looks at the three bandits surrounding her. Fear in her eyes, scared for own life but as soon as she realized the lustful eyes from the bandits, she find a solution to get her out of this situation.

"Can I attract or seduce the bandits?" the question wasn't answered, instead the dice shows up, rolling. And oh boy, the 20-sided dice shows a 19. Yeji's cat like eyes widen as she stood up, her body starting to move on her own, loosening her armor to show her tight body to the three men. Swaying her body left and right she winked at them. And seems like her seduction is working, looking from the bulges in their pants. Karina's turn got skipped due to the effectiveness of Yeji's seduction. With their pants now off, the 3 bandits now crowd Yeji, grabbing and groping around her soft skin. Yeji couldn't fight back, instead she just moaned in pleasure, getting in the center of attention and all these bandits touching her, she just gave in and kneeled before them, ready to please.

Karina watches how well Yeji controls the situation, both hands getting to work to stroke the bandits and her mouth to pleasure the remaining bandit. "Fuuuuck....", moaned the Game Master from above, looking at how the game he set now changes it's trajectory. Yeji using her pretty and curvy body to weaken her enemies while they take turns using her perfect body features, hands, mouth and even pussy to pleasure themselves. Yeji getting penetrated by two bandits while the other occupies her mouth made her loud moans muffled, turning on an immobile Karina who stood there and watch, using her magic wand to rub the cloth that shields her golden pyramid, as she watches the group of bandits play around with unarmored knight, Yeji. Using her in any way possible, which turns Yeji on more, they started to reach their climax and eventually shooting their seed all over her pretty face, covering her face with their sticky gooey cum. That made the bandits weaker, tired. "NOW, KARINA!"

"Good thinking with there Yeji", Karina giggled, walking with Yeji away from the group of bandits they wiped out with a single blow from Karina's wand. Yeji got back into her armor as they marched forward into the game. The Game Master gave us a mission to find the princess hidden in a tower to beat his game, and beat it they will. Once they reached the gates of the castle, a huge buff man, with an axe, standing 7 feet tall awaits them. "You shall not pass." He claimed, bending his knees ready for battle. The two girls mirrored the giant man's actions as Yeji lunges, screaming her attack. "I slash the Gatekeeper with my blade!" And as usual, the dice roles, this time landing a solid 9. Wasn't enough to take down the brute, but enough to break his axe which was probably gonna cause trouble for them.

Without the axe, the gigantic man was basically defenseless, leaving Karina an easy blow to finish it quick, or so she hoped. "I cast thunder spell" she casted, the dice roles, and my god what luck is it to role a 1 at this time. The lightning bolt struck Yeji, not just taking out half of her HP, but also her paralyzing her for one turn. The giant man now has a chance to strike Karina, who defensively isn't as strong as Yeji. "The Gatekeeper, take her down." The Game Master ordered, the same routine. Dice role, 15, effective. The ogre physique like man manages to plunge Karina on to the wall of the castle entrance. A few quick stares on Karina's tight mage dress made the Gatekeeper smirk, looking up and down. A deep, growling voice then follows as he opens his mouth. "Forget fighting, I have a better plan for you, little one."

With ease, Karina's leggings were ripped by the Gatekeeper's strong hands. Karina's cute squeaks of moans only excite the guard even more, pitching a huge tent underneath her torn pants. With his hands pulling down her top, now revealing Karina's round chest, it made the monstrous human more lustful. One hand groping her soft left chest while the other held her in position so the smaller Karina couldn't run away. "Ngghhhh fuck off you monster" Karina struggled, trying to break free despite her lewd mind from the incident with the bandits and Yeji was still fresh, her wet pussy dripping on the floor. "I don't think you're being honest, sweet mage~" His voice continues to sounds full of lust, enjoying his time moving his fingers to feel the softness of Karina's boobs, which made her so wet and horny, eventually letting out moans of satisfaction. The paralyzed Yeji is suffering the same thing as Karina before, stuck in place, a mere spectator of the scene.

As The Gatekeeper's boner is fully erect, he couldn't contain it any longer. He stopped his pleasuring time of groping and kissing Karina's voluptuous breast, he wants her pussy now. Tearing off his own garment sprung out his large 7 incher, already poking on Karina's tight tummy. Starting slow by rubbing on her belly, The Gatekeeper slowly moves his crotch lower to align it with the gates of Karina's insides. "Admit it. You wanted this, didn't you?" The brute smirked, pausing when he pushed half the tip in, only to tease Karina more. "Y-yes~ I needed this. Please~~ fuck me~!" Karina submissively plead, her horny mind taking over as she voluntarily grind on his cock with hope it can force his meat deeper inside her, and that is exactly what she'll get.

The Gatekeeper now plunges his cock inside, penetrating Karina's tight vagina with all 7 inches inside, making Karina yelp and scream. "Aaaaah~!" A loud sweet moan came out of her mouth, her lungs screaming out both pain and pleasure. Feeling his thick cock ramming in and out of her hole really made it feel like heaven despite the situation they're put in, a death game as the Game Master suggests. Karina didn't care; she's enjoying this, and she won't let this chance go. Having a huge dick ramming her insides so good as she held tight to him, The Gatekeeper can now carry her while thrusting, his hips moving like pistons in her tight hole, precum lubing her insides. "Fuuck cutie~ you sure are tight. I love it" He grunted, more liquids coming out of his penis as his hips thrusts faster, pumping in and out of the now entranced Karina who forgot about her paralyzed colleague, only dick is in her mind, The Gatekeeper's cock as he sucked on her breasts making it more arousing for Karina. It didn't take too long for him to get close though, he wanted to cum quick. "Ngghhhh you slutty mage I wanna cum!" He growled. "Then cum in me you brute. Fucking fill me up!" Karina's words were barely audible from the moans she was making. With a few last thrusts, The Gatekeeper finally shot out his load, finishing himself inside of Karina's tight pussy, filling it with warm cum.

The Gatekeeper cumming too much, he couldn't think much and immediately fainted on the spot, letting Karina and now cured Yeji a free walk into the castle, straight to the princess' room. They knocked on the door, no answer. "Hello? Princess, we're here to rescue you." Yeji asked. Again, no answer. "Well, fuck it we tried Sleeping Beauty." Yeji sighed as he lift her leg up. "I want to kick the door open." Dice rolls as Yeji orders. And lucky enough, an 18 pops out, smashing the door open only to find no princess there. "What the fuck?" Karina and Yeji were in sync as they were filled with question marks. "Muahahahaha you've been tricked you whores!" The Game Master exclaimed, laughing at them. "There was never any princess to begin with. Your actual mission is; please me. Give me a show worthy of your freedom."

"Fucking pervert." Yeji scoffed spiting on the floor as she looked at Karina, already loosening her clothes already, which made Yeji gulp. "W-wait, Rina! We're really following this creep's orders." Yeji's cat-eyes widened, not that she didn't want a taste of Karina's smooth and sweet body, just not for the reason of being watched by the creepy old man. "It's okay Yeji...besides, let's not pretend we didn't want to do this in the first place~" Karina giggled, pulling Yeji by her armor as she threw each piece of one by one before they were soon naked, without a sting attached to them, falling on the bed that is the only furniture in the room.

With Yeji on top, she took the lead by going in for a kiss, striking her tongue inside Karina's mouth. Both leaders were now into it, hugging each other tight as their bodies clash and rubs against one another. "Fuck~ Yeji you have no idea how horny I was watching you getting fucked back there." A moment for air was used to let those words out, making Yeji smirk and want her more. she started biting on Karina's left boob, making Karina squeal in pleasure. Sucking on her boobs while fingering her pussy, Yeji just looked to see the entranced Karina, having the time of her life from having her body pleasured at both of her sensitive points, making her scream louder every moment.

Yeji wanted some pleasure too. So she pulled away and stopped, immediately catching the weak Karina off guard. "Ngh- why'd you stop, Yeji?" She asked, clearly unsatisfied. "It's my turn to feel good baby~" Yeji smirked as she spreads her legs wide, taunting Karina to come to her. Karina, still in heat, followed the Itzy leader's commands and crawled towards her pussy, kissing and sticking her tongue out to lick it, savoring the taste of her wet pussy in her mouth while looking up to her. "Does this feel good Yeji?" She asked, holding on both of Yeji's thighs to put her in place so she can have an easy time eating Yeji while looking up to the cat-eyed girl. "Fuckk~ just like that Rina yes please...more please" Yeji's loud moans fills the room as Karina's mouth worked her magic on Yeji, no wonder she's a mage. A few minutes later, Yeji couldn't hold on any longer. "Baby, I wanna cum with you."

The words that came out of Yeji's pretty mouth never made Karina happier. She understood it immediately as she climbed up, aligning their wet pussies together as they started to grind against each other, making their moans out together, making the empty room supposedly for the princess, now for two princesses of K-pop to scissor each other with their soaking pussies. "Fuuuck Karina you're so wet shiiiit" Yeji exclaimed, a hand grabbing Karina's thigh, both for balance support and to grope her thick thighs. Karina's moaning mess gave no direct reaction, instead she moved her face to Yeji's smooching her as she started to make out with her, slowly they started kissing deeply, suppressing their moans as their wet body fluids from their vaginas squish between each other as they edge closer to their climax. "Yes....yes...yes....MORE! I WANT MORE!" The perverted Game Master sounded like he was enjoying himself, touching himself while watching. "Karina...cum with me~" Yeji plead, her voice being breathy from the tiredness of their adventure, which puts a smile on the thick aespa leader. "Fuck...yeah cum with me Yeji" They went back to loud moans, going faster and rougher on their griding, reaching their climax as they went faster and faster. "Cu-c-CUMMIIIIIING!" The two girls screamed out simultaneously, as a bright light shined the room, blinding the scene.

"Nghhh- Wha?" Yeji opened her eyes, Karina beside her, both back to the clothes they wore for Halloween, THEY'RE BACK! "Yeji, we're back!" The two leaders cheered as they hugged tight, celebrating their liberty from the pervert's game. "Hehehee, that was soooo entertaining." A familiar annoying voice was let out. The 'Game Master', now on his couch with tissues around him and white liquids splattered around him while he's half unconscious. "This fucker." Both Karina and Yeji cracked their knuckles, looking down at the smirking pervert, passed out.

A few bruises and bumps on his face, the police came by to arrest him, guilty of possession of dangerous substances which most likely is responsible for putting Yeji and Karina in that 'game'. "Well, glad that's over." Karina sighed, relieved they got out of the life and death game with no casualties. But a pair of hands were holding her hips, making Karina look back. "Who said we're done? We clearly just got started~" Yeji smirked, her lips travelling to Karina's neck to give it a kiss followed with a soft giggle to her ears. "Oh right...silly me~" Karina snickered, smiling.

"Happy Halloween."

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#kpop smut #itzy fanfic #aespa fanfic #kpop fanfic #karina fanfic #yeji fanfic #idol x idol #female x female #female x male #gg fanfic

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