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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days ago

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Take a Dive

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

you and your best friend Eddie go skinny dipping in Lover's Lake where your friendship will never be the same again

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it) hurt/comfort

The lake is completely deserted when Eddie’s van pulls up onto the sand. You don’t even know why you’re there or what you’re doing, you just started driving aimlessly when Eddie insisted that you got into the driver’s seat. You’re not going to lie and say that you weren’t surprised when Eddie tossed you his keys when you left his trailer.

The only reason why you even left was because the two of you are bored and all of your usual places are closed because of how late it was. And now it’s almost midnight and you’re at Lover’s Lake because it was the first thing you could think of that you would have access to.

Eddie turns to you to ask why you decided to come here, but you’re out of the van before he can speak. He’s quick to follow you, curious to see what you’re up to, but you just plant yourself on the sand, pulling a plastic bag out of your pocket along with the lighter you always carry around.

He sits next to you as you pull a joint out of the bag before lighting up and taking a drag before passing it off to him. This is how you normally spend your weekends together, but it’s nice to have a change of scenery. The moon reflects off the water in front of you and it looks so pretty, so inviting. It almost makes you want to go for a swim despite how cold it will most likely be.

You and Eddie pass the joint back and forth until it’s gone and you put it back in the bag that goes back into your pocket before you lie back on the sand, not caring if it gets in your hair or on your clothes. Eddie joins you and the two of you talk nonsense like you usually do, never needing drugs to do.

You think that’s why you and Eddie are such good friends. You get each other in ways that no one else does, platonic soulmates as Robin once put it and as you turn to Eddie, who’s already looking at you, you begin to think that she’s right. He smiles at you and you mimic it, holding out your hand for him to take and he does, giving it a squeeze before turning back to stare at the sky.

It’s times like these when you wonder how no one has snatched him up yet. He’s an absolute catch and any man or woman would be lucky to have him. You know a big reason as to why he’s chronically single is because he wants to be. He says he’s better that way, but you think most of his objection to settling down is that he’s still hurt from how he was treated back in Hawkins. It was the reason why the two of you packed up and left because he couldn’t take it anymore.

To them, he was nothing but a freak and that’s something that you still can’t seem to wrap your head around. Eddie always has been and will continue to be the goofy guy you’ve been friends with since you were in diapers. He’s nothing but a sweetheart and you really wished more people could have seen that. That they would have taken just a moment to realize that he was never actually evil and neither was the game he and his friends were playing.

All Eddie’s ever wanted in his entire life is to be loved. And he’d never tell you that all of that stuff about being insecure was just a cover because he’s been in love with you his entire life. He always tells you everything, but this is the one secret he’s taking to his grave. He can’t risk either of you getting hurt so he thinks it’s best to just keep quiet about the whole thing.

Your mind drifts back to the lake and how nice it would be to swim in it, your need to do so getting even stronger with the weed in your system. Before you can stop yourself, you’re standing to your feet. You pass off the joint as you remove your shoes and socks before going for your pants. You know you only have one chance to do this and you’re going to take it. Eddie doesn’t seem to bat an eye as you take off your jacket, but he thinks he’s missed something as you start unbuttoning your jeans. He doesn’t know why you’re taking off your clothes, but who is he to deny you?

“What are you doing?” He asks as he stands, more curious than anything.

“I’m going for a swim,” you tell him as you pull your pants down to reveal the thong you’re wearing. You don’t even seem to be phased as you strip in front of your best friend who hasn’t seen you naked since-well ever. Unless you count the baths you took together when you were younger but you both were too young to remember. He’s not complaining, though. He’s enjoying the show. Maybe a little too much since he can feel himself getting harder by the second.

“You can join me, if you want.” Yeah, there’s no way he’s passing this up so he wordlessly starts to get undressed, trying to make how eager he is so obvious. Now you’re both in your underwear and Eddie thinks you’re fucking with him as you stare at him, slowly taking off your thong as you so. There’s a flirty look in your eye and Eddie’s applauding himself for his self control because he’s so close to taking you right there against his truck.

You toss your bra into the pile of your now discarded clothes and Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there as he takes in your hard nipples, feeling drool collecting in his mouth as he thinks about taking them into his mouth and giving them a suck.

He shakes his head and takes off his boxers, the two of you now completely naked and you shamelessly check him out, your gaze stopping at his rock hard cock and you have to step closer so you can see it better. Eddie feels like he should be embarrassed, but he’s not. And you don’t think he should be, especially because you take it as a huge compliment that he’s that sexually attracted to you.

You turn towards the water and get deep enough before taking a dive. The water is freezing, but you stay under for a little longer, trying to figure why you want to fuck Eddie so badly right now. Sure, you’ve had thoughts about him, but you’ve never actually wanted to act on them until now. Seeing him, all of him awakened something inside you and now you can’t stop thinking about how badly you want him inside of you.

You surface and turn around to see Eddie behind you, his face even more pale than usual. He looks worried sick and you have no idea why. He swims closer and you move back, knowing that if he gets too close, you’ll do something you really shouldn’t.

But before you can get too far, you find yourself grabbing hold of his hands and resting them on your waist before pressing your chest against his. Your arms wrap around his neck, leaning your face close to his, watching his eyes the entire time. A kiss isn’t the same a fucking. You just want a taste to get him out of your system.

Eddie doesn’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it, but he's not going to push you away. He can’t. He wants to know what your lips feel like once and for all. He wants to know if you’re as good of a kisser as he thinks you are.

Your lips find his gently, a soft little kiss to the corner of his mouth to test the waters. Eddie doesn’t like how teasing you are so he takes matters into his own hands, chasing your lips with a featherlight peck. He doesn’t want to scare you off even though he’s itching to do much more.

He pecks your lips a few more times until they all melt into one, his own slotting between them as he kisses you softly. His hands dig into your waist which juxtaposes how he’s kissing you and that just tells you how hungry he is for more.

You move his hands to your ass and wrap your legs around his waist as you nip at his bottom lip, causing Eddie to let out a whine. You feel his cock against you and you need him now more than ever. He seems to think the same because before you can even make the suggestion, he’s sliding inside you, his fingers digging into your ass as he moves slowly, thrusting in and out of you over and over.

A moan escapes your mouth as you throw your head back giving Eddie the opportunity to take advantage of your exposed neck. He presses soft kisses to the skin before going straight in for a hard bite as his thrusts pick up causing you to mewl.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he mumbles against your skin. “This is even better than I imagined.”

“Oh, so you’ve imagined this?” You tease and he bites down on your neck even harder this time causing you to gasp as you scratch your nails down his back in response.

He’s still moving at a slower pace, but this is actually how you prefer it. A lot of the men you’ve slept with go so fast like it’s a race and it’s over before you’ve even had time to enjoy it. You’ve told this to Eddie a few times and it seemed like he was listening.

And that’s the thing about Eddie. He always listens to you no matter what you’re saying. Whether it’s nonsense when you’re both high on whatever he’s gotten his hands on or if you’re reading to him from a book you’ve gotten from the library, it doesn’t matter. He loves the sound of your voice. He loves you and seeing you with those losers you always seem to be going out with pisses him off. He’s right there and he hates that you can’t see that.

He’d never tell you that, though. He loves what the two of you have and doesn’t want to risk losing you. So he just sits there and listens to you talk about your terrible dates, complaining about how there are no nice guys when he’s right there. It’s pathetic, really and he hates thinking about it. How he’s wrapped around your goddamn finger and you don’t even notice just how badly he wants you.

“Of course I have,” he breathes. “I think about it all the time.”

He’s said too much but you seem into it. And as you buck your hips against his, he’s really hoping that you feel the same way. It would make the whole thing far less embarrassing for him. But he doesn’t think you will because after all, this is just a fuck for you while it means the world to Eddie.

“Can you keep a secret?” You ask and Eddie nods furiously, just knowing that he’s about to hear something filthy. You’ve shared dirty secrets with him many times before but he just knows that this one will be different.

“Of course I can,” he nods and you push some of his wet hair behind his air as you bring your lips right up to it. You’re taking the lead now, riding him as you whisper your secret and Eddie swears that this is the most turned on he’s ever been.

“You know this summer when you wore those really short shorts almost every day?” You ask and Eddie knows exactly what you’re talking about. Robin got them for his birthday as a joke, but he started wearing them around you to hopefully make you see him in the way he wanted you to.

“Mhm,” he nods and you pull him even closer, your lips so close to his ear that they’re almost pressed up against it.

“Well, I get myself off every night thinking about them.” Eddie thinks he’s going to come right there at your confession and he’s trying so hard not to, but just the vision of you getting yourself off is making him get there even faster.

And before he can stop it, he’s reaching his orgasm, making sure to pull out of you as he comes, his eyes shut tight, his head thrown back as he lets it happen, still letting you stay attached to him as you watch him.

“Jesus,” he moans as it reaches its peak and once it’s over, he slumps over you, resting his head on your shoulder. It’s partly because he’s tired and partly because he’s too embarrassed about what just happened to look you in the eye.

So you hold him for a second, your fingers moving up and down his back lazily as you assure him that it’s okay, that he has no reason to be embarrassed, that you’re actually flattered by it. And you are. You had no idea how attracted he was to you and now feel like an idiot because you were too stupid to see it.

How long had he felt that way and how long had he been hiding it? You don’t know why he’s so ashamed of it. He’s just attracted to you physically, right? You feel the same way about him so you don’t know he’s hiding from you.

Just when you’re about to suggest that you head back, he pulls back to look at you and there’s something in his eyes that you’ve never seen in the almost seventeen years that the two of you have been friends. His eyes are the softest they’ve ever been and you’re now scared of what he’s going to say.

“I love you,” he says, those honey eyes boring into yours and your heart pounds at his confession. You almost want to tell him that you don’t feel the same, but you know that’s not true. He’s been someone who was always there, treating you the way you should have been treated without asking for anything in return. He was doing it just because that was who he was and because it was what you deserved.

You went to all of those losers because you had been afraid of taking a chance on Eddie. He’s been your best friend your entire life and you were terrified of losing the best thing you’ve ever had. You don’t think you’re afraid of taking a chance on him anymore, though. You think it’s time you claimed what was rightfully yours.

“I love you too,” you reply and a grin breaks out on Eddie’s face as he pulls you into a kiss, the both of you smiling into the kiss as your legs wrap tighter around him, wanting to keep him there even though you know he’s not going anywhere.

“How about we celebrate elsewhere?” Eddie asks as he pulls away, a flirty tone taking over his voice.

“What kind of celebration?” You reply, batting your eyelashes as you remove yourself from him.

“I think you know what kind of celebration,” he winks, grabbing hold of your hand pulling you along as the two of you swim to the shore, climbing into the back of the van where you spend the rest of the morning until the sun comes up showing how much you love each other when you aren’t saying the three words. And there’s no place that either of you would rather be.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

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hvnlygrl · 2 days ago

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JJ + spanking does sum to me… idk how that is for ideas but that concept always gets me started 🤭

love taps.

pairing — jj maybank x fem!reader

word count — 2.1k

warnings — spanking, sexual themes, drinking and driving but not drunk driving (don’t drink and drive at all guys please!!!!!!)

synopsis — you keep giving jj love taps, he can’t help but retaliate when you look that good on homecoming night.

notes — ugh i love jj soooo much he’s literally my man bye idc 😭 he’s too fine

he’s been thinking about you in that short little teal dress all night. he genuinely can’t get the image of you coming down the hallway, the dress hardly going to the middle of your thighs, it’s tightness hugging you in every single one of the right places.

the dance is a bust, all of you can admit, but it’s a rite of passage to go to homecoming at kildare high and you won’t be the one to miss out.

you were genuinely shocked when jj asked you to the outing, in fact, your exact words were, “when the hell did you start following the khs trends?”

to which jj promptly replied with a raised brow and the beginning of a smirk, “when the hell did you stop?”

he was referring to the fact that you didn’t want to go to this year’s dance due to the fact that you didn’t have a date and everyone else had someone to go with already. even pope had cleo and john b had sarah and you didn’t even think about including jj because never in a million years would he ever even think about going.

but here you both were, face to face in the middle of the chateau, your eyes wide and full of ambition as he asked you nervously, “y/n, will you do me the honor of going to hoco with me?”

after the moment of shock passed, you got excited. “hell yea i will.”

“right on,” he huffed out, scratching at the back of his neck nervously.

jj had never been to a school dance before, he didn’t have anything close to being nice enough to wear and he didn’t even know where to start with sizes and colors and what not.

when he told john b that he was going to the dance with you, the dark haired boy advised him to wait until you picked a dress because, “it’s a lot easier to match a tie to a dress then it is to match a dress to a tie.”

jj hated the fact that he was going to have to wear a tie and a suit and dress shoes and a belt. he knew he would stand out like a sore thumb and he hated being the oddball, especially while some of the kooks would be there in $100+ suits and he would be lucky to scavenge the articles he needed from the nearest goodwill and thrifts.

but it was for you, he kept reminding himself. he saw the way it broke your heart to be left out while everyone else had a date, he knew how much you hated third wheeling and always feeling like the backup option for everyone, even for your best friends.

he knew the feelings all too well.

he knew what it was like to have everyone be your best friend and your first choice and to never be anyone’s number one.

but you were his number one, from the moment you joined the group, he just clicked with you. like something in him locked in with something in you and he was whole for the first time in his life.

for the first time jj had something to fight for. and he would be damned if he didn’t fight for you.

the first time he laid eyes on you that night it was as if he was seeing you again for the first time. he’d never admit it to anyone, but he’d been in love with you since you started hanging around the group. the way you looked and talked and laughed, and your give-no-fucks attitude about everything made him fall deeper and deeper every time he saw you after that.

then, before he knew it, you were his best friend and he was yours and suddenly he would burn the world down around him if it would keep that pretty little smile on your face.

“wow,” he breathed out when you shuffled awkwardly into the living room in that gorgeous teal dress, your legs toned and smooth, feet adorned in an adorable pair of silver sparkly heels.

your cheeks flushed at his genuine reaction, heart beating out of your chest. you were just as in love with him as he was with you. and neither of you had any idea.

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling self conscious. “nice tie,” you huffed as you headed out the front door toward the van. you’re following behind him, and for some reason get the sudden urge to give him a nice smack on the backside.

“what the fuck?” he huffs out jokingly over his shoulder, practically jumping a foot in the air from the shock, “did you just smack my ass?”

“it was a love tap calm down,” you giggle before rushing past him.

he catches up to you, returning the favor as his hand flies across your ass. he can’t help but notice the way it jiggles in the tight dress, trying to push out the dirty thoughts from his mind.

his tie was teal, as close as he could get to the shade of your dress, with extremely thin silvery horizontal stripes down the length of it.

by the time the crowning rolled around, you both were so bored you could fall asleep in the bleachers. but jj was attempting to keep you (and himself) entertained as much as possible until the doors opened back up and you were allowed to leave.

“i can’t wait to get out of here,” you semi-shouted over the music so he could hear you better.

“where do you wanna go?” he shouts back, brows raised as if he’s already got a plan in mind.

“i dunno,” you shrug, “any good parties we can crash? i’m tryna get fucked up.”

“oh yea?” he leans back, eyes wide with a bit of shock. “thought you were done getting black-out after last time?”

jj’s referring to prom last year, when you got so drunk at a kook party on figure 8 that he had to carry you down the stairs and out to the van, with john b preventing him from going back in with his gun and killing one of those kooks for being on the verge of taking advantage of you in such a vulnerable state.

“i’ll have you,” you wink at him, “pleaseeee?”

he sighs, rolling his eyes as he gives in, “fine. but i can’t promise i won’t shoot anybody this time,” he jokes (mostly).

“yay! thank you babe,” you grin at him with a mischievous look before laying another hand across his rear.

he narrows his gaze at you, “can you stop,” he feigns anger.

“never in a million years, not when your ass is that juicy,” you cackle.

your laughter is quickly cut off by a reciprocal hand to your own ass, “yea, says you.” you can’t help the way the spank sends a shock to your pussy, feeling the wetness pool in your panties. two can play at that game.

“oh yea?” you spin around, looking over your shoulder at him, “like what you see?” it’s said jokingly, of course, but for some reason jj can’t help but blush at the comment.

“let’s just go,” he rolls his eyes in response, attempting to play it cool.

jj brought you back to the chateau to change into something more party-like and comfortable for what he can already imagine is gonna be a long night.

you chose a skin-tight pair of black pleather shorts that hug your ass and leave little room for the imagination, and an adorable lacy red crop tank that’s nearly as tight as the shorts. you opted to quickly re-curl your hair and swapped the silvery heels for a pair of black pumps.

jj’s in a classic maybank fit; a t-shirt and pair of board shorts, his hair unkempt from running his hands through it in stress.

his plan at the beginning of the night was to admit his feelings for you by the end of the night, but going to this party might change everything. especially if you end up going home with someone else. but he didn’t want to tell you anything before the party in case he fucked it all up. he wanted one last good night with you.

when you enter the party, several eyes flit to you, roving up and down your body as you practically elude the meaning of confidence.

girls want to be you and guys want to be with you and jj’s left feeling inadequate as ever as he trails behind you, a shadow in your perfection.

you convinced him to let you pregame in the back of the van on the way to figure 8, smoking a blunt with him and downing 3 shots of fruit punch flavored taaka.

you feel the buzz, and you’re craving more. jj’s got his eyes locked onto you for more than one reason, and he’s not gonna let you out of his sight tonight. no matter what happens.

“c’mon!” you grab his hand, leading him into the kitchen as you start scoping out the drink scenery. “what should we start with?” you hold up a bottle of malibu in one hand and a bottle of fireball in the other.

he grins at your excitement, cheeks flushed at how good you look. all he wants to do is kiss you and hug you and maybe bend you over his knee if it comes down to it.

now, you’re unsure if it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins or if it’s the atmosphere in the house. but you want jj more than you’ve ever wanted him in this moment.

his gorgeous blue eyes and his slightly overgrown hair, his pearly white smile and his muscles peaking out the sleeves of his t-shirt.

you hand him the fireball, opting for the malibu for yourself and link your arm around his, turning the bottle back toward yourself. “cheers, babe!” you start chugging the coconut flavored alcohol, feeling it burn its way down your chest.

he coughs at the cinnamon burst, shaking his head as he breathes out deeply. “ugh that shit is so nasty dude.”

“i know,” you giggle, “that’s why i gave it to you and took the good shit,” you wiggle the white bottle in the air before setting it back down on the counter. he turns around to grab two cups of super-spiked punch, and you use that as your opportunity to revive the game from earlier. you let your hand fly up toward jj’s butt, giggling as he raised his head toward the ceiling.

“you fucker,” he growls out playfully as he chases you a few steps away, his arms wrapping around you as he smacks you back, one hand on each cheek.

“you know you love me,” you chortle, batting your lashes at him.

“you’re lucky as fuck that i do,” he matches your tone, raising a joking fist at you as an or else.

before you know it you’ve got your arm around jj, using him as your shoulder to lean on. the room isn’t spinning but you’re definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol and you’re having a grand old time next to the blonde.

for a moment, it’s as if you’re already together. you’re gazing at him, eyes glossy and full of love as you admire each and every one of his features. “you’re cute,” you grin at him.

his eyes go wide for a moment, before he takes into consideration the amount of alcohol in your system. “thanks, y/n.” for a second it hurts his heart, knowing that you most likely don’t mean it.

“i wish you could be my date all the time,” you sigh, “you’re the perfect guy.”

“what are you saying?”

“i love you jj,” you have your face buried in the crook of his neck, your stomach beginning to hurt from the alcohol.

“i love you too, y/n.” that wasn’t new, you told each other those words each time someone left the house or went to sleep at night. he needed to know what you meant.

“i love you,” you look up at him for a beat, gauging his reaction, “like i think about you all the time.”

he shushes you. not like this. it can’t be like this. “we can talk about it in the morning.”

you blink at him, unsure if it’s a rejection or if he’s keeping you from making a mistake in your drunkenness.

“i wanna go back to the house,” you half-whisper, your confidence depleted.

“you sure?” he furrows his brows, “you feelin okay?”

“yea, i’m okay,” you just don’t wanna make yourself look anymore foolish than you already do. “jus tired. wan go lay down.”

“alright, m’girl,” he supports your weight through the house until he reaches the van. jj helps boost you into the front seat before heading around to the driver’s side. he puts the bus in drive and begins heading back to the chateau. “let’s get you home then.”

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wtfaniii · 1 day ago

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I can do it alone, but he can also save me

Fem reader x Hwang In-ho / Fem reader x Hwang Jun-ho

●Summary: Jun-ho's girlfriend was a decorated policegirl, strong and brave, she, along with Gi-hun were taken to the games to stop them, however, there was a setback in between

●Note: Thank you for welcoming me so well on this platform! I'm still learning how to use it, sorry, Wattpad is my thing LOL But I'm understanding it more now

●Warning: Maybe some drama? Some violence and discreet flirting

The reader doesn't know who is In-ho, Jun-ho refused to talk about his past with her, so she is engrossed in the true identity of this handsome man.

Well, the plan hadn't worked out the way they wanted.

They had taken away their trackers and any object, even the smallest, that they could use to defend themselves.

—Now what do we do... —Gi-hun muttered more to himself but audible to the girl in front him.

—I think the best thing to do now would be not to die —she answered seriously, the vows had been made and unfortunately, despite Gi-hun's attempts to persuade the players to withdraw, staying had been the final decision —For now we must eat if we want to win the next game —She added holding out in front of him the food the guards were giving them, but he refused to take it, he looked so lost in his own mind that she had no choice but to sigh and sit down next to him.

—Come on, open your mouth, belly full and heart happy —Jung-bae, Gi-hun's friend sitting on his right side, spoke while holding a spoon with the egg in front of his face.

—Last time I was here, many innocent people died —Gi-hun said, looking at his friend seriously. He wanted to convince him that everything he said was true and that they should leave there as soon as possible.

—Help us then.

There was a third voice that caught the girl's attention, it was number 001, the one who had the decisive vote and preferred to stay, whoever had the blue circle was a suicidal person from her perspective.

The rest of the players surrounded them waiting for some advice or positive words from the previous winner.

The girl just listened attentively to each of them, but the most interested was 001. He asked him more concise questions and spoke confidently, as if these games were not very different from the ones they played at recess when they were little.

Something that seemed curious to her.

He felt her gaze so turned it towards her so he could look the police in the eye.

Of course he had investigated her, from the moment she searched for her boyfriend on land and sea, he wouldn't say it out loud but his brother was lucky because if it hadn't been for her him would be dead under water.

Her eyes looked at him with caution and analysis, like a cat looking at a dog with distrust but ready to scratch if the situation arose.

He found it interesting.

After the rest of the players left, 001 stayed with them to continue talking until the conversation increased in tension, Gi-hun complained to him, if he hadn't voted for the circle they would have left there.

—Fine, let's stop this conversation now, there's no point in blaming each other —Jung-bae said to avoid any upcoming fight.

—That's right, now what we have to do is be prepared for the next game —She said —We have a bit of an advantage —added, looking at Gi-hun.

—I would like to join too —said number 388 jumping out of his bed.

He introduced himself as Dae-ho and the conversation changed from the winning player to the navy and the fact that both he and Jung-bae had been members.

It seemed like they would get along well and be a good team, however, the atmosphere became tense again when the purple-haired boy with the number 230 threw player 333 to the ground, being followed by 124, who kicked him in the face.

—¿Shouldn't we tell them to stop? — Jung-bae asked.

—Yes...

Seeing that neither of the two men was going to intervene, the girl stood up and walked towards them.

—That's enough, two against one isn't fair.

—You better stay out of this —Thanos pointed at her angrily, but after looking at her closely, he let out a laugh and clapped his hands, which echoed throughout the room and caught everyone's attention —I know you, you... policegirl, you arrested me a month ago.

Now she remembered it too, of course, that snobby rapper who tried to bribe her after she caught him buying and transporting drugs but she decided to ignore him and walked to 333 to shake his hand. —Get up

Before he could accept her kind gesture, Thanos pushed her back failing to knock down.

—This is not your playground, policegirl, I can do whatever the fuck I want here.

She remained silent, still with head held high, she was not afraid of him at all, she could easily defeat him but did not have time to do or say anything when 001 intervened.

—That's no way to talk to a lady.

She could defend herself, she didn't need any man to speak for her, however, that sentence seemed quite chivalrous, Jun-ho also intervened for her from time to time and that was a gesture that inevitably made her smile.

A smile that In-ho noticed.

—Is she your girlfriend? Or do you just fuck her? —As soon as he finished the word, In-ho already had him firmly held by the hair.

124 ran towards them with the intention of helping the purple-haired boy but in the blink of an eye he was already on the ground, the girl had knocked down with a kick.

With just three blows, In-ho subdued Thanos and pinned to the ground.

She silently analyzed him again, those movements were too precise to be from someone without experience, he could have been part of the police or even the navy.

They were congratulated with applause when the 230 began to gasp for air and forgiveness. As returned to their place, they both formally introduced themselves by giving respective names, a sign of trust.

Once again In-ho confirmed what thought, she was a respectable and valuable woman, one he would like to challenge more than should have for having gotten into these games.

N/A: I wanted to make a fic with a theme like that HAHA

#hwang inho x reader #in ho x reader #in ho squidgame #squidgame x reader #Jun-ho x reader #Inho x reader #frontman x reader #hwang jun ho #hwang jun ho x reader

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elryuse · 1 day ago

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YN is a struggling student, focusing on being a student and a having a job to sustain his daily necessities.

One night his classmates asked if he wanted to go to the club with them, he agreed and brought his girlfriend with him.

As soon as they arrived YN caught the eye of a girl from the VIP section, the girl called one of her bodyguards and instructed the guard to come to YN's table and invite him over, but YN disagreed. As soon as the girl heard that he disagreed she told the guard to invite both YN and his girlfriend to the VIP table.

YN reluctantly agreed because his girlfriend kept pushing him to agree, once they arrived at the VIP table the girl introduced herself saying her name was Giselle. Giselle offered them free drinks and they accepted it.

As the night goes on Giselle suddenly made an offer to the couple, "I'll give you $50,000 if you let me spend the night with YN".

YN immediately declined but his girlfriend said to think it through saying that they both need the money, After a while YN reluctantly agreed.

After that Giselle took YN to her penthouse and spent the night having some fun. But the next day Giselle couldn't have enough of him and decided to just buy YN off his girlfriend.

Making Your Boyfriend Mine.

GISELLE X MALE READER

Tags : Cheating, Reverse NTR, Cowgirl, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Lots of Kissing, Seductive, Dangerous Romance

3,7k Words

The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating in YN’s chest as he sipped his watered-down drink. His girlfriend, Mia, swayed beside him, her laughter blending with the music. She looked stunning tonight—her dress clinging to her curves, her hair catching the strobe lights in a way that made it shimmer like liquid gold. But YN couldn’t shake the weight of exhaustion pressing on him. Between classes and his part-time job at the diner, he was running on fumes. He only agreed to come tonight because Mia had begged him, saying they needed to "live a little."

Across the room, he caught her gaze—a woman in the VIP section, surrounded by bodyguards and bathed in an aura of power. She was unlike anyone he’d ever seen. Her dark eyes locked onto his, unblinking, like a predator sizing up its prey. He felt naked under her stare, even from across the crowded floor.

She’s looking right at me, he thought, quickly averting his eyes. But it was too late. A burly man in a black suit was already making his way toward their table.

YN’s heart skipped a beat. The man leaned down, his voice low but commanding. "Miss Giselle would like you to join her at her table."

YN froze. "Who?" he asked, though he already knew who she was. The woman in the VIP section hadn’t stopped watching him.

"Giselle," the man repeated, nodding toward the booth. "She’s… insistent."

"No thanks," YN said firmly, gripping Mia’s hand under the table. "We’re good here."

But Mia’s eyes lit up with curiosity. "Are you serious? That’s Giselle? The Giselle? She owns half the city!" She turned to the bodyguard, practically bouncing in her seat. "Tell her we’ll be right over."

"Mia—" YN started, but she cut him off.

"Oh, come on! It’s not every day someone like her invites us to sit with her. We can’t say no!"

Before he could protest further, they were being ushered to the VIP section. Giselle sat at the center of the booth, her legs crossed elegantly, a glass of champagne in her hand. Up close, she was even more striking—her sharp cheekbones, her full lips painted a deep red, her presence commanding the space around her like a queen holding court.

"Welcome," she purred, gesturing for them to sit. "I’m Giselle. And you are…?"

"YN," he said stiffly, sliding into the booth. "And this is my girlfriend, Mia."

Giselle’s lips curved into a slow smile. "Charming," she said, her gaze lingering on YN a moment too long before shifting to Mia. "You’re a lucky woman."

Mia giggled nervously, clearly starstruck. "Thank you. This is… wow. I mean, I’ve heard so much about you."

"All good things, I hope," Giselle said with a laugh, signaling for the waiter to bring them drinks. "Please, relax. Enjoy yourselves."

YN tried to keep his guard up, but the free drinks kept coming, and the conversation flowed surprisingly easily. Giselle was witty, charming, and disarmingly direct. She asked about their lives, their dreams, their struggles. By the time the third round of drinks arrived, YN found himself actually enjoying the conversation.

But then Giselle leaned forward, her expression turning serious. "Listen," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I’ll cut to the chase. I want to make you an offer. A very… generous one."

YN frowned, sensing where this was going. "What kind of offer?"

Her eyes flicked to Mia, then back to him. "Fifty thousand dollars. Tonight. All I ask in return is… you."

YN’s jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

Mia choked on her drink, her wide eyes darting between them. "Wait, what do you mean ‘you’?"

Giselle smiled, unfazed. "I want YN to spend the night with me. Just one night. Fifty thousand dollars. No strings attached. Think of it as… a business transaction."

YN shook his head immediately. "No. Absolutely not."

But Mia hesitated. "Wait, just… hang on. That’s a lot of money. We could pay off your student loans, get a better apartment…"

"Mia," YN said sharply, his stomach knotting with disbelief. "You can’t seriously be considering this."

"I’m just saying, we should think about it," she insisted, her voice pleading. "It’s one night. And it’s fifty thousand dollars. Do you know how much that could change our lives?"

YN stared at her, his mind racing. Is she really asking me to do this? To cheat on her? But the desperation in her eyes was unmistakable. They’d been struggling for so long—working themselves to the bone just to scrape by. Could he really say no to something that could fix everything?

Reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine. One night."

Giselle’s smile widened, triumph flashing in her eyes. "Perfect. Shall we get out of here?"

The penthouse was opulent beyond anything YN could have imagined. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, the lights twinkling like stars. But he barely noticed any of it. His mind was a whirlwind of guilt, anxiety, and a strange, unwanted excitement.

Giselle stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his jaw. "Relax," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "You’re not going to regret this."

He swallowed hard, his body tense. "This doesn’t feel right."

"Doesn’t it?" she teased, her lips grazing his ear. "Or does it feel… inevitable?"

Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. She pressed herself against him, her body molding to his with a practiced ease. Before he could protest again, her lips were on his, soft and demanding, stealing his breath away.

God, she knows what she’s doing, he thought, his resolve crumbling under her skillful hands. She guided him to the bed, her movements deliberate, unhurried. She straddled him, her dress sliding off her shoulders to reveal flawless skin.

"Let go," she whispered, her voice a command. "Just let me take care of you."

And he did. He let her push him down, let her hands roam his body, let her mouth trail kisses down his chest. She took control, moving with a confidence that left him powerless to resist. When she finally sank onto him, her warmth enveloping him completely, he couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his lips.

She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drove him wild. Then she shifted, flipping onto her knees in reverse cowgirl, showing off her perfect form. The sight alone was enough to make him ache.

"You’re mine tonight," she purred, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Every inch of you."

YN gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as she picked up the pace. His mind was a blur of pleasure and guilt, the lines between right and wrong blurring with every thrust. She was relentless, bringing him to the edge only to pull back, teasing him until he was desperate for release.

"Beg for it," she demanded, her voice husky with desire.

He didn’t hesitate. "Please," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Please, Giselle, I need you."

She laughed softly, a sound that sent another wave of heat through him. "Good boy," she said, finally letting him tip over the edge.

The next morning, YN woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and Giselle perched on the edge of the bed, already dressed and composed.

"Morning," she said, handing him a cup of coffee. "Sleep well?"

He rubbed his face, the events of the night rushing back. "Uh… yeah. I guess."

She smirked, clearly amused by his discomfort. "Good. Because I want to talk to you about something."

He tensed, bracing himself for whatever she was about to say.

"Last night was… incredible," she admitted, her tone casual. "But I don’t think one night was enough. So I have a new offer for you."

YN’s stomach twisted. "What kind of offer?"

She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I’ll buy you from Mia. Permanently."

YN’s breath hitched as Giselle’s words hung in the air. “Buy me?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of her proposal pressed against his chest, making it hard to think straight.

Giselle smirked, her confidence unwavering. She leaned back on the plush sofa, crossing her legs with an elegant grace that somehow made him feel even smaller. “Yes, buy you,” she confirmed, her tone cool and collected. “I’m not one to settle for temporary arrangements. I want you. All of you.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Giselle stood up, closing the distance between them in a few effortless strides. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine. “You’re special, YN,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “Last night proved that. And I don’t plan on letting someone like you slip away so easily.”

Her touch was intoxicating, but guilt gnawed at him. He pulled away slightly, his mind racing. “I… I need to talk to Mia first,” he stammered, his voice trembling.

Giselle’s expression darkened, but only for a moment. She smiled knowingly, stepping back. “Of course,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Take your time. But remember, I don’t wait forever.”

YN left her penthouse feeling like he was walking through a fog. His thoughts were a jumbled mess as he made his way back to his and Mia’s tiny apartment. When he stepped inside, Mia was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes narrowed as soon as she saw him.

“Where have you been?” she demanded, her tone sharp.

YN hesitated, his stomach twisting into knots. “We need to talk,” he said quietly, avoiding her gaze.

Mia’s expression softened slightly, but suspicion lingered in her eyes. “Talk about what?” she asked, her voice cautious.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. “Giselle… she made another offer. She wants to buy me. Permanently.”

Mia’s eyes widened in shock, but then a strange look crossed her face—something akin to consideration. “And? What did you say?” she asked, her voice surprisingly calm.

YN frowned, confused by her reaction. “I didn’t say anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first. Mia, this is crazy. We can’t just—”

“Why not?” she interrupted, her voice rising. “She’s offering us $50,000, YN! Do you know how much that would help us? We could pay off our debts, finally get out of this dump—”

“So you’re okay with selling me off like some kind of property?” he shot back, his voice filled with disbelief.

Mia sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not like that, YN. This is just… practical. We both need the money. And it’s not like you’d hate it. You seemed pretty into her last night.”

Her words cut deeper than he expected. “That’s not the point,” he protested, his voice breaking. “I didn’t want to cheat on you, Mia. I only agreed because you pushed me to!”

Mia’s expression hardened. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, YN. I saw the way you looked at her.”

YN felt like the walls were closing in around him. “This isn’t fair,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Mia crossed her arms over her chest, her resolve unshakable. “Life isn’t fair, YN. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. And if this is what it takes for us to get ahead, then so be it.”

His heart shattered at her words. He had always thought Mia loved him, but now he wasn’t so sure. “Fine,” he said bitterly, his voice cold. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll go. But don’t expect me to come back.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out the door, leaving Mia staring after him in stunned silence.

The streets blurred as YN walked aimlessly, his mind numb. He didn’t know where else to go, so eventually, he found himself standing outside Giselle’s penthouse again. Before he could second-guess himself, he knocked on the door.

Giselle opened it almost immediately, as if she had been expecting him. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, but then they softened as she took in his disheveled appearance.

“You look terrible,” she said gently, stepping aside to let him in.

YN didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just walked past her, his shoulders slumped.

Giselle closed the door behind him, her expression thoughtful. “Did you talk to Mia?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral.

He nodded, still unable to speak. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let them fall.

Giselle approached him slowly, her movements deliberate. She reached out and cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice sincere. “But you made the right choice.”

He wanted to argue, to tell her that he hadn’t chosen anything, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he simply nodded, too exhausted to fight anymore.

Giselle smiled softly, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered, her tone soothing. “You don’t have to think about anything else. Just be here, with me.”

Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, and despite himself, he felt a flicker of warmth in his chest. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss. It was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the passion of the previous night.

But then, something shifted. Giselle deepened the kiss, her hands moving to grip his waist. YN’s body responded instinctively, his own hands tangling in her hair as their kisses grew more fervent.

She pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy. “I want you to forget about her,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “Forget about everything except for me.”

YN’s heart raced as Giselle led him to the bedroom, her touch igniting a fire within him. She pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a predatory grace that made his breath catch.

Her hands roamed over his body, removing his clothes with practiced ease. She leaned down, her lips trailing along his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You’re mine now, YN,” she whispered against his skin, her voice possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never regret it.”

He gasped as she positioned herself above him, her heat pressing against his length. She lowered herself onto him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully buried inside her.

Giselle moaned softly, her head falling back as she began to move, rocking her hips in a rhythm that drove him wild. Her nails dug into his chest, marking him as hers. “Feel good?” she purred, her voice teasing.

YN could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as pleasure coursed through him. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements, wanting—needing—to feel more.

She leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a searing kiss as she increased her pace. Her breasts pressed against his chest, driving him closer to the edge. “Cum for me, YN,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

He obeyed without hesitation, his release washing over him in waves. Giselle followed shortly after, her body shuddering as she cried out his name.

As they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, Giselle stroked his hair, her touch gentle. “I’ll never hurt you like she did,” she promised, her voice soft but firm. “You’re mine now. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.”

YN didn’t respond. He just closed his eyes, letting her words sink in. For better or worse, his life had changed forever. And as much as it scared him, part of him felt relieved, knowing that Giselle would never leave him.

She kissed his forehead, her lips lingering against his skin. “Sleep now,” she murmured. “Tomorrow is a new beginning.”

The next morning, Giselle woke YN with a soft kiss on his lips. He stirred, blinking awake to find her already dressed, her hair perfectly styled, and that confident smirk playing on her face. “Good morning, my love,” she purred, her voice dripping with possessiveness. YN sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, still trying to process the whirlwind of the last 24 hours.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. Giselle sat beside him on the bed, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “I have something special planned for today,” she said, her tone teasing. “But first, we need to make sure you’re truly mine.”

YN didn’t have time to respond before she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands roamed his body, waking every nerve with a fire that made him forget everything else. They tangled together once more, their bodies moving in sync as if they’d been lovers for years. Giselle took control, guiding him with a mix of dominance and tenderness that left YN breathless.

When it was over, they lay there, skin pressed together, hearts racing. Giselle propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. “You’re perfect,” she whispered, tracing a finger along his jawline. “And now you’re mine—completely.”

Later that evening, Giselle led YN into the VIP room of the same club where their story had begun. She walked with purpose, her arm looped through his, her heels clicking against the polished floor. When they entered, Mia was already there, sitting in the corner, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Giselle’s smirk widened as she guided YN to the plush sofa in the center of the room, seating him beside her like a prized possession.

Mia looked up, her heart breaking as she saw YN sitting so close to Giselle, their bodies almost touching. Giselle reached out, playfully tousling YN’s hair, her fingers lingering against his scalp. “Isn’t he just adorable?” she cooed, her voice loud enough for Mia to hear.

YN shifted uncomfortably, but Giselle’s grip tightened, keeping him in place. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to make Mia’s stomach twist. “Thank you for giving him to me,” Giselle said sweetly, her gaze flickering to Mia. “He’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

Mia clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face. “How could you do this, YN?” she choked out, her voice trembling. YN opened his mouth to respond, but Giselle silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“Oh, don’t blame him,” she said, her tone mockingly sympathetic. “He’s just being practical. After all, $50,000 is a lot of money. And now… well, let’s just say he’s landed in much better hands.”

Giselle turned back to YN, her eyes softening as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a sleek black diamond ring. “This is for you,” she said, sliding it onto his finger. “A little something to remind you who you belong to.”

YN stared at the ring, the weight of it heavier than the metal itself. It felt like a shackle, binding him to Giselle in a way he couldn’t escape. Giselle smiled, clearly pleased with his reaction. “There. Now everyone will know you’re taken.”

Mia stood abruptly, unable to take any more. “I can’t watch this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. But Giselle wasn’t done yet.

“Oh, don’t leave,” she called out, her tone light and teasing. “We wouldn’t want you to miss the best part.” With a wave of her hand, she signaled to one of her bodyguards, who quickly closed the doors to the VIP room, locking Mia inside.

Giselle giggled, the sound high and melodic, as she turned back to YN. “Now, where were we?” she murmured, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Her hands wandered, exploring his body with practiced ease, while YN found himself unable to resist her touch.

Mia sank back into her seat, her sobs muffled by her hands. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, even as the sight of YN with Giselle shattered her heart into pieces. Giselle pulled back from the kiss, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she glanced over at Mia. “Pathetic,” she muttered under her breath before returning her attention to YN.

“Let’s give her something to remember,” Giselle whispered into YN’s ear, her breath hot against his skin. Before he could protest, she straddled him, her dress riding up as she settled into his lap. YN’s hands instinctively went to her hips, gripping her tightly as she began to move against him.

Mia covered her ears, trying to block out the sounds that filled the room, but it was no use. Every moan, every gasp, every whispered word from Giselle burned into her memory. Giselle’s laughter echoed in the air, dark and triumphant, as she claimed YN in the most intimate way possible.

When it was over, Giselle stayed in YN’s lap for a moment longer, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She kissed him once more, slow and deliberate, before finally getting to her feet.

She straightened her dress and turned to Mia, her expression cold and unflinching. “You should go now,” she said, her voice devoid of any warmth. “You’ve seen enough.”

Mia nodded numbly, stumbling toward the door. One of the bodyguards opened it for her, and she stepped out into the club, the noise and lights overwhelming after the intensity of the VIP room.

As the door closed behind her, Giselle turned back to YN, her smile returning. “Finally,” she said, sighing contentedly. “Now we can focus on us.”

She sat beside him again, snuggling close as she played with the black diamond ring on his finger. “Don’t worry, darling,�� she whispered, her voice soothing. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”

YN didn’t respond. He just stared at the ring, the weight of it heavy on his hand. His life was irrevocably changed, and there was no going back. As Giselle rested her head on his shoulder, he closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

“Forever,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re mine forever.”

- The End -

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greengoblinswifey · 2 days ago

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New Year’s Gift—Fratboy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— nicholas spends New Year’s Eve with you, and after a night of celebration and teasing intimacy, you have your way with each other back at your parents’ house.

warnings— sub!nicholas, lap dance, praise kink, choking, nipple play, oral(m&f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— happy new year my babies <3

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing at a rooftop bar in your city, the skyline glittering behind you as music pulsed through the air. You were perched on Nicholas’ lap in one of the lounge areas, his arm draped casually around your waist, holding you close. His fingers absently traced the curve of your hip as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

“You’ve told me that like a hundred times tonight,” you teased, twisting slightly to face him.

“Well, you do,” he said with a shy grin, his cheeks flushing. He hesitated for a moment before adding, “You know, this is gonna be my first New Year’s kiss.”

You raised a brow, feigning surprise. “No way. Not even a random one in a frat house or something?”

He shook his head, looking almost embarrassed. “Nope. Never. Guess I was waiting for the right girl.”

Your teasing smirk softened into a grin. “Well, aren’t you lucky? You’ve got me now.”

The night passed in a haze of laughter, music, and drinks. Your friends cheered you on as you joined the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm, but Nicholas stayed behind, his eyes following you like you were the only one in the crowded room.

When you returned to him, the bass thumping in your chest, you slid onto his lap, giving him a lap dance and letting your ass bounce on him with the beat. Your friends hollered from across the lounge.

“Yes bitch!” one of them called drunkenly.

Nicholas groaned softly, his hands resting on your waist to steady you. “You’re gonna make it real hard for me to behave in front of your friends, you know that?”

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear. "Who said I wanted you to behave?"

The countdown approached, and you were both on your feet, standing close as the crowd surged around you. Nicholas pulled you to him, his hands framing your face as the crowd began shouting.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

“Ready?” you asked.

“More than ready,” he replied, his eyes locked on yours.

“Three! Two! One!”

Cheers erupted as fireworks lit up the night sky, but Nicholas didn’t seem to notice anything but you. He cupped your face, tilting your head back as he kissed you with a passion that stole your breath. The crowd faded away as his lips moved against yours, his touch firm yet tender. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice soft.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your hands brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He smiled, pressing his forehead to yours. “Cheers to many more New Year’s together.”

“Many more,” you echoed.

As the party began to wind down, Nicholas slipped his hand into yours. “Ready to head home?” he asked, his tone teasing.

You grinned, leaning in to whisper, “I’ve got that gift for you waiting.”

His brows arched, a curious smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, yeah? What is it?”

You let your hand trail briefly over his bulge that was hard from the kiss, smirking when you felt him tense. “You’ll see,” you said coyly, walking ahead, leaving him flushed and eager to follow.

The two of you stumbled into the entryway of your parents’ house, the warmth of the evening still buzzing through your veins. His lips were on yours before you even had the chance to hang up your coat, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him. His kisses were unhurried but intense, each one deepening as his hands roamed up and down your ass.

You let out a small laugh, breathless as you broke away for a second. “Careful, Nick, my mom’s vase is right there,” you warned, glancing nervously at the antique piece on the entry table.

Nicholas blinked, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Noted,” he said, stealing another quick kiss. “We don’t want her to whoop both our asses, right?”

“Exactly, you’re learning,” you teased, grabbing his hand and carefully leading him up the stairs.

The moment you closed your bedroom door behind you, he was on you again, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you senseless. His usual shy demeanor melted away in the dim light, replaced with something desperate and eager.

But two could play at that game. You gave him a little push, and he stumbled back against the wall, his wide eyes blinking at you in surprise. “W-what are you doing?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

You smirked, stepping closer until your hands were on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat. “Something I know you’ll like,” you murmured.

Before he could respond, you sank to your knees, your hands trailing down his sides as his breath hitched.

“Wait, are you—” Nicholas started, but his words caught in his throat when you looked up at him, your eyes glinting with lust.

“Relax,” you said softly, running your palms over his thighs. “I’ve got you.”

His hands fluttered at his sides before one settled on the back of your head as you freed his heavy, hard cock, his touch hesitant but full of trust. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice strained, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

You grinned up at him, taking your time, reveling in how utterly undone he was by you taking him down your throat. His head fell back against the wall, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as your tongue glided along his long shaft, your movements teasing. You stroked the base as you took him in half way, bobbing your head slowly but steadily while you slid your tongue on him.

“God,” he whispered, his free hand gripping the wall behind him as his knees wavered. “You’re too good at this.”

You smiled around his cock and looked up at him, his trembling figure making your head swoon. Your hands went to his balls, gently kneading them as you took him in the back of your throat, bobbing your head faster. Every soft moan and shiver from him made you take him even deeper, gagging on his cock and getting it sloppy just the way you knew he liked it. You titled your head, sucking his balls, licking the base of his cock then back to his balls as he whimpered under your touch.

“J-just like that baby, you’re doing amazing,” he whimpered, fingers tangling in your hair.

You allowed him to guide you on it, deep throating him as pre cum and saliva dripped onto your tits and tears pricked the corner of your eyes. No matter how much you gagged, you took him down your throat, keeping him there as your lust blown eyes stared up at him shaking and practically losing himself.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum baby. Please let me cum in your mouth,” he whimpered, his head falling back against the wall.

You chuckled softly, your own heartbeat racing as you deep throated his cock and stroked the base and his balls as they twitched in anticipation. His quiet murmurs of your name mixed with breathless praises only fueled your confidence as his load shot down your throat, and the way he looked down at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, made your head spin.

When his knees finally gave a subtle shake, you pulled him out of your mouth with a loud pop, rising to your feet with a smile. “Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?”

Nicholas laughed, breathless and thoroughly flustered. He pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re seriously gonna be the death of me, now let me return the favor,” he repeated, his breath shaky.

Before you could protest, he swept you into his arms and carried you over to the bed, laying you down with a care that made your heart flutter. He hovered over you for a moment, his eyes tracing every inch of your face.

“Nick,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Shh,” he interrupted, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let me take care of you.”

He began a slow descent, his kisses trailing from your lips to your jawline, down the curve of your neck, taking off your blouse and moving lower still. Each press of his lips on your skin sent shivers through your body.

When he reached his destination, he looked up at you with a smirk, his fingers lightly grazing your clit. “You have no idea how much I love eating your pussy,” he murmured, his voice husky.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but before you could respond, he dipped his head, his actions making you gasp. He worked with a kind of precision that left your head spinning, his tongue gliding along your slit both gentle and hungry.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured against you. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he continued. His tongue explored you with precision, flicking and slurping you as your entire body shook.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as your soft praises filled the room. “Nick, baby, that feels so good,” you managed, your voice shaky.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure through your body. “Yeah? Just relax for me, baby,” he whispered, his tone soothing. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

He did exactly what he said. He showed you how much he loved you, practically making love to your pussy. He ravished you, burying his face deep in your core, smearing your juices all over his face. His mouth engulfed you, sucking as you writhed underneath him. His tongue slipped inside your hole, coaxing soft moans out of you then licking back up to your clit and flicking it before placing soft kisses all over it.

Each praise, each flick of his tongue, sent you spiraling further, and when your moans grew louder again, he looked up briefly, his lips glistening with a smug grin. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice warm and encouraging. “Cum for me. Be my good girl.”

You felt like you were floating, your mind lost to the way he worshipped you. Every kiss on your clit, every movement, was filled with a devotion that left no room for doubt. You cried out, your hands tugging his hair as your release shot through you and you squirted all over his face. When he finally pulled back, his lips curved into a satisfied smile as he leaned over you, brushing your damp hair from your face.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Breathless and utterly disarmed, you let out a soft laugh. “And you eat my pussy so good, baby” you replied.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you once more. “What can I say? I aim to please.”

You guided him to sit back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling. His hands rested on your waist as you straddled him, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. The intimacy in his gaze sent a shiver through you, making your heart race.

“You want me to ride you baby? Are you sure you want to do this? Just wanna make sure.” you said, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

His grip on your hips tightened, his voice low and steady. “Always. Especially with you.”

As you sank down onto his hard, thick cock, his head tipped back, exposing his throat, and a deep moan escaped his lips. His hands roamed your sides and waist, holding you as if you would slip away from him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

His praise sent a rush of heat through you, and you leaned into him, your hands trailing up his chest before finding their way to his neck. You tilted his head to meet your eyes. “And you’re so good for me,” you whispered, your voice dripping with affection. “My good boy.”

A low noise escaped him, and his hands gripped your waist even tighter. “You have no idea what that does to me,” he muttered, his words edged with desperation.

You smiled, running your thumbs over his jaw. “Oh, I know,” you teased, leaning down to kiss him again, your lips brushing his with deliberate slowness. “I can feel it.”

Nicholas’ breath hitched as you bounced on his cock, your body fitting together perfectly. His hands found their way to your chest, sliding to your tits, his fingers pinching your nipples. Your pussy rose and fell on him, each time you came down he practically hit your cervix.

“You’re so big,” you murmured against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair. His response came in the form of a shudder, his lips parting with a soft moan.

“God,” he whispered, almost to himself. “You make me crazy.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as your fingers trailed down his chest. “Good,” you said softly. “I want to drive you crazy. You’re mine, Nick.”

He looked up at you, his eyes dark but tender. “Yours,” he repeated.

His hands began groping your tits and you bit your lips looking down at him all needy for you. Cock big and throbbing inside you, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks red and eyes full of need. You absolutely loved having him at your mercy and it was going to continue into the new year. Each time you bounced on his cock, your jiggled and he replaced his hands on them with his mouth, swirling his tongue over your nipples as your pussy glided up and down his cock. You reached down, rubbing your clit fast and clenching around him, the action making him perch right on the edge.

“Clenching around me so tight, I love your pussy baby. M’gonna cum, please cum with me baby. Cum with me while I cum inside your pussy,” he groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

His praise awoke something feral inside you, and your bounces grew faster and full of emotion. His hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding your rhythm as his lips found your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made you shiver.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice warm and encouraging. “You feel so good, baby. I’m about to—.”

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of it all as your pussy soaked his cock and he filled you up. Your hands stayed on him, his chest, his neck, his shoulders, pulling him closer inside you.

When you finally stilled, breathless and glowing, Nicholas pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his hands tracing lazy patterns on your back.

“And you’re mine,” you replied, your voice soft but certain, resting your forehead against his.

Nicholas chuckled, brushing his lips against yours once more. “Always.”

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obito-in-disguise · 2 days ago

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| Sleepovers with Choso |

Your boyfriend Choso was a sweetheart. Sure, it had only been a few months since you started dating, but you were already completely enamored with him, he was just too cute.

One of your favorite activities to do together was sleepovers. Granted, you had to explain the concept to him for nearly two hours, as he kept asking why he had to hit you with pillows during the barbaric act of the so-called "pillow fight." He just didn’t want to hurt you in any shape or form. :(

Nevertheless, Choso still looked forward to sleepovers. After all, they meant he could spend the whole night cuddling you!

He still didn’t quite grasp that he could just ask for cuddles whenever he wanted and that they weren’t limited to nighttime or sleepovers. So, he obsessively checked his watch all day, counting down the hours to the sleepover.

Most of the sleepover was a blur for Choso, his mind too preoccupied with cuddles. He listened patiently while you went on about the latest gossip while putting a face mask on him. He sat composed throughout the movie you picked out (but ended up watching your reactions in fascination instead). He begrudgingly tapped you with his pillow during the pillow fight and simply chuckled when you told him your grandma hit harder than him.

So, he could barely hold in his excitement when it was finally time for bed. Imagine his surprise—and disdain, when you told him you weren’t quite tired yet and suggested another movie: Human Earthworm 3.

He had heard all about the god-awful movie from his younger brother Yuji, who was obsessed with the franchise. Yuji often rewatched it instead of spending time with his older brother like he should.

If anything, it was salt in the wound. Not only were you postponing cuddle time, but you were now trying to substitute it with that abomination of a movie.

He decided he would bait you into coming to bed and cuddling with him by insisting he was tired and going ahead to bed. He hoped you would feel bad and immediately join him, but he obviously severely overestimated your ability to empathize, when an hour and a half later, he was still lying in bed, alone.

Every now and then, he heard your giggles or the occasional sound of a particularly loud scene. It only served to sour his mood more. Finally, he decided enough was enough and headed to the living room to get you himself.

On the TV, the movie played out its absurdly grotesque scene. The hapless protagonist, now half-worm, crawled pathetically through a darkened corridor. The low hum of ominous music set a tense atmosphere as the camera shifted to a shadowy figure trailing silently behind them. The creature's breath was shallow and raspy, its disjointed movements almost too quiet for the victim to notice.

You leaned forward slightly, eyes glued to the screen.

“No way they don’t feel that,” you muttered. The protagonist, oblivious to their stalker, stumbled forward, only for the camera to pan back, revealing the figure now inches from their back.

A shiver ran down your spine. You chuckled nervously, brushing off the tension. “Yeah, no one’s that clueless…”

The scene shifted to the protagonist finally turning around in slow motion, their horrified scream drowned out by the sound of dramatic violins. You laughed at the over-the-top reaction but paused when an eerie sensation crept over you.

You started to register the sound of soft breaths and a certain heaviness in the air behind you. Someone was standing behind you.

You flexed your fingers around the remote in your hand, ready to use it as a weapon if necessary. No one's that clueless huh?

You knew Choso had a tendency to be odd, but surely even he couldn’t be the one doing this, right? Right??

What if someone broke in? No, if that were the case, Choso would’ve heard them. He was a light sleeper, if he even slept at all. He just laid there and stared creepily at the ceiling when it was time to sleep. You were lucky if he closed his eyes. He always said he didn’t need sleep, whatever that meant.

Now that you thought about it, this was definitely right up Choso’s alley. You sighed and turned around, scowling when, true to your premonitions, there was Choso, standing behind you completely motionless, with that same creepy look on his face.

“What the hell, Cho? What are you doing?”

“I’ve been waiting for you…”

Jeez, way to make this less scary. It was like he didn’t even register that he had scared the pants off you. You sighed, patting the spot next to you on the couch for him.

“Come on, the movie’s almost over…”

He stared down at you before closing his eyes in exasperation. He’d had enough of Human Earthworm 3 stealing his loved ones’ attention away from him and decided he shan’t take it anymore.

He bent over, scooping you off the couch and into his arms. You giggled in protest, not even having a chance to turn the movie off.

“I’ve been waiting to hold you all night…” He mummurs.

The slight pout on his lips was a stark contrast to his deep voice. Sometimes it almost startled you how his gentle, almost innocent face didn’t match his voice at all.

You patted his chest in agreement, letting him carry you off to the bedroom. It’s safe to say Choso got all the cuddles he had been looking forward to that night.

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cryptonymdc · 3 days ago

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Headcanons -> How they Hide their Identity from you (GN Reader)

Pt. 1

Superman | Clark Kent

With the pure power of disbelief, and a little acting skills if Clark is feeling less humble. Sure, Clark is always missing any time Superman is around, but he’s a reporter! He’s gotta get the scoop! And before Lois too, they may be friendly office rivals but rivals nonetheless. Please don’t mind how Lois always has the scoop and he always somehow missed it. But, as long as those little cracks don’t shine, it’s also a handy excuse for why he runs towards danger. At least, distant danger.

He never seems to run when the danger is right in front of you. Although, he’s something of a nervous disposition. He’ll still try to put himself between you and the gun, but if he can’t, just count yourself lucky when the bullet misses (Or he sped his hand to catch it).

And never forget, Superman gets batted around all the time, and look at Clark, not a scratch on him. Nevermind that the public has no idea how Kryptonian Biology works, and that Clark hasn’t bruised a day in life, at least not for longer than five hours. Nah. Nothing to worry about.

Plus, Clark is so clumsy. He just can’t help running into things, running into low hanging doorways, or getting his jackets hooked on one thing or another. And he’s also late, all the time. Has Superman ever been late? Does he look clumsy? I didn’t think so. At least, Clark doesn’t say so.

Plus, you’ve met Clarks parents. They may be super kind, but super strength? Nah. If that were the case, Pa Kent wouldn’t have to ask Clark to help out with getting the tractors out of ditches. And if his parents don’t have superpowers, how could he?

Clark Kent is definitely not Superman.

Batman | Bruce Wayne

With the power of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Bruce Wayne and you do not move in together quickly at all, and sleepovers at his place are as rare as a blue moon. That way you don’t notice that he gets to bed at the witching hour instead of a normal time. And the Bat, if he’s even real at all as far as Gotham can tell, only works at night. And Bruce never takes non-emergency calls after 9:00 pm. He’s really serious about a good eight hours of sleep. Honest. Even if when you try to call him to join for a morning 6:00 am run, he’s somehow out like a light.

Of course he leaves events that get trashed by Gotham Rogues incredibly quickly. Perhaps even a few seconds before, like there was a warning. Any sane person would run from the rouges. And he’s Bruce Wayne, he’s high profile, and a little sick of getting kidnapped all the time. He promises, he’s just finding a broom closet to stick it out in. Why doesn’t he bring you? He’s Bruce Wayne, what if he gets caught? Then there's an even bigger target on your back, and he doesn’t want that. Please let it slip your mind that everyone in Gotham knows you’re with its Prince thanks to that curious Gazette.

Why is he always so bruised and battered when you do see him with his clothes off? He told you about the boxing, right? He’s gotta keep it up. How else does a man like him stay in shape? I know he keeps refusing your runs (Thanks to their ungodly hour), but he’s getting plenty of exercise with boxing practice. Why do none of his Boxing partners seem to pull their punches? Well it’s the principle of the thing. He’d be a sore loser if he asked them to go easy on him, and the bruises look worse than they really are.

Oh, you want to watch one of boxing matches? Maybe later. When he can arrange it. But doesn’t he do them frequently? It must be a weekly routine. Yeah, but his opponents might not like the audience, so he’ll have to ask. Sorry, Sweetheart.

Hey, at least all the trouble he gets into is boxing. It’s not like he’s Batman.

The Flash | Barry Allen

With the power of superspeed, seriously. It’s hard to catch the fastest man alive red handed, isn’t it? He could save you in your own home and you’d never know he was there. You knock something off the counter? No you didn’t, it’s back on the counter inches away from where your elbow just was. Must have been seeing things. It’s alright, makes you careful. You forgot your water bottle at home? That’s okay, Barry got it for you before you left. Why didn’t he give it to you before? Oh, he just thought he’d carry it until you wanted it. It’s no problem.

Besides, it’s not weird for Barry to know a lot about the crime in Central City, he’s a forensic scientist afterall. He’s taking care of cases all the time, fighting crime on the home front. Of course he knows about all the incidents before the newspapers do, just – don’t prod his coworkers too much. He’ll answer all your questions, no need to ask them.

And to top it all off, how could Barry Allen be the Flash? He’s always the last one there. Late with the coffee for the office, late home in the evening because he got stuck in traffic, and late to work in the mornings because he got lost, etc, etc.

The Flash is such a motormouth, with a tease or a quip on the tip of his tongue at every second. But Barry is so sweet, and all nice words. He’d never have the confidence to laugh in the face of danger, no sir.

Barry Allen can’t be the Flash, he’s too busy with his nine to five.

#superman x reader #clark kent x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #the flash x reader #barry allen x reader #headcanon #justice league #dc comics #dc x reader

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revolutionsingingintherainnn · 2 days ago

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Hi Kavi! I was hoping I could request prompts 24 an 81 with desi!reader and Oscar Piastri where like both of them are cricket fans and have like a playful rivalry?

Feel free to incorporate it as u want (IK it's a bit of a weird request) .

Take ur time and i hope u have a great day:)))

Pub Rivalry ☽｡⋆

Prompts: 24. “I could pick you out from a room full of thousands of people.” + 81. subtle protection

₊˚ෆ op x desi!reader ᯓ★

₊˚ෆ fluff ᯓ★

masterlist ☾☼

The pub was buzzing with energy, full of excited chatter and clinking glasses. A bunch of cricket fans had all gathered to watch the super-hyped match between India and Australia. You and Oscar had managed to score a table near the front, the best seats in the house—well, for those who actually cared about cricket.

Oscar was already in his Australian jersey, scanning the crowd as he spoke with a half-smirk on his face. "I can't believe we're doing this," he said, his tone amused, though his eyes remained glued to the screen. "You're gonna lose today, I just know it."

You laughed. "Oh, please. India's got this in the bag. You guys are just pretending to be competitive.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Pretending? You do know that Australia has one of the world's best cricket teams, don't you?"

You leaned in, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Well, someone has to support the underdogs."

Oscar laughed softly, clearly not fazed by your banter. "You're lucky I love you. Or else I'd be taking this way too seriously."

"Oh, I know. I could pick you out from a room full of thousands of people because you'd be the one sulking when India wins."

Oscar shot you a look. "You know that doesn't work on me anymore."

The match started, and the pub fell into a hushed silence as everyone focused on the screen. You and Oscar sat side by side, as was your wont, exchanging light jabs between sips of beer.

Australia's first over was quick and aggressive, and Oscar couldn't help but beam every time one of the Australian players made a good play. You, on the other hand, were practically bouncing in your seat every time India made a run. It was a sight to behold—your intense concentration and exaggerated cheers for every boundary.

This is it! This is the over!" you yelled, practically standing on your seat when an Indian player took a powerful swing. Oscar rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his smile as he glanced at you.

"You're impossible," he muttered, chuckling to himself.

And finally, after a few tense overs, you excused yourself to the bathroom. "Be right back! Don't get too cocky while I'm gone," you warned Oscar.

Oscar just waved you off, grinning. "Of course, of course. Hurry along; you don't want to be missed during the inevitable collapse of your own side!"

You flipped him off behind your back, and smiled when you heard his laughter.

The moment you vanished from view, Oscar turned back to the game, completely focused on the match. However, after a few minutes, he began to notice something: the crowd seemed different. People were shifting around, voices getting louder, but no sign of you. He looked around. No sign of your bright, beaming smile, no sign of your dramatic, loud cheers.

His eyes narrowed.

You had been away for merely a few minutes, yet Oscar didn't like that. There was a mild knot in his stomach as he pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes scanning to find you.

Meanwhile, you'd become sidetracked by a scene of some Australians celebrating the wicket of an Australian when you didn't even notice it until you'd meandered over there joining in on the celebration. You were pushing through the crowd when your foot caught onto something-a stray chair leg-and suddenly, everything was tipping to one side.

"Oh, no—" you mumbled to yourself as you went tumbling forward, your arms flailing wildly as your drink went flying out of your hand.

Before you could hit the ground, you felt a pair of strong arms catch you, pulling you back up with a swiftness that made you blink in surprise.

"Careful there," Oscar's voice was low, full of both amusement and concern as he steadied you, his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him, your heart racing a little from the sudden stumble. "I—uh—I might've gotten distracted, just a little," you stammered, your face flushing in embarrassment. "And now my drink is definitely gone."

Oscar let out a small laugh, a playful glint in his eyes. "I see. Distracted by the crowd, were you?

You groaned, smoothing your clothes. "Totally. I was just trying to enjoy the match, and then—well, here we are."

Oscar shook his head fondly, his expression softening. "Well, I could have told you that the pub floor isn't a good place to practice your cricket swings." He gave you a little nudge, making sure you were steady on your feet.

"Hey!" you shot him a playful glare. "I didn't need you to be my personal bodyguard, okay? I'm perfectly capable of not falling flat on my face."

Oscar's smile softened. His voice dropped a little lower, filled with an affectionate warmth. "I'm just looking out for you," he said, his hand brushing your cheek as if reassuring you that he wasn't letting you out of his sight. "You're clumsy, but I've got you, always."

It made your heart skip a beat to listen to him speak, always making you feel safe even when you were being the clumsy self that you mostly were.

"Well, I wasn't planning on a somersault. But thanks for catching me," you said, a little softer now.

"No problem," Oscar said, and his grin was back on his face. "Just keeping my beautiful girlfriend from public humiliation." His words were laced with that teasing tone, but behind it was something protective. It warmed your heart.

You rolled your eyes, but secretly you were grateful. "I swear, you're the only person who's actually prepared for my clumsiness."

"Well, it's not a bad thing," he said with a sly smile, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "Keeps life interesting."

Before you could react, a deafening cheer went through the crowd—India hit a six, and you couldn't help but spring to your feet, forgetting all about the embarrassing fall you had made some minutes ago. Oscar retreated, but his hand reached up to the small of your back, urging you along as you leapt around with excitement, not letting you fall again. It was such a simple, protective gesture, but it made your heart flutter.

The match was nearing its end, and the banter between you two was endless. Even if you were supporting different teams, there was something playful about the competition that just made everything a little funnier.

"Well, at least you're not completely useless when it comes to cricket," Oscar teased, as you cheered another Indian run in. "But I still don't think they are going to win. Australia's just better.

You shot him a teasing grin, tapping your fingers on the table. "We'll see, Piastri. We'll see. Just remember, even if India loses, I'll still be able to claim victory in this pub rivalry."

Oscar smiled, his eyes softening as he watched you, the warmth between you two undeniable. "You really think that's how this works, don't you?

"I know you think you can win everything, but sometimes, it's not about who wins the match," you said, grinning. "It's about who can outlast the other in teasing and banter."

Oscar gave you a sidelong glance, his tone more playful than ever, but his voice dropped lower, his gaze softening. "Well, lucky for you, I'm good at both. But when you trip again, I'll be right here—ready to protect you from another graceful tumble." His fingers intertwined with yours, reminding you that he was always there.

You grinned back at him, shaking your head. "Let's just hope my cricket team doesn't disappoint before I do."

Oscar's eyes softened, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry. You'll always be the winner to me—clumsy or not."

The match ended, with Australia securing the victory, but it didn't matter to you. The real prize was how comfortable and loved you felt next to Oscar.

As you both stood up to leave, the crowd still celebrating the match's conclusion, you turned to Oscar with a grin.

"Alright, Piastri. You won this round," you said with mock reluctance, knowing full well that your playful rivalry wasn't ending here.

Oscar pulled you into a quick, warm hug; his arms wrapped around you protectively. "Don't worry, I'll let you win next time. But only if you promise not to fall over in public again."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, your voice soft as you replied, "Only if you promise to be there to catch me.

Oscar’s smile softened, and he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll always be here. To catch you. and to win the next round of cricket, obviously.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “You’ve got a deal, Piastri.”

The playful banter and rivalry were still alive but, in this moment, it was clear—there was nothing you'd rather do than share these little, perfect moments with him. And as long as he was by your side, even if you tripped and fell a hundred more times, you'd always feel like a winner.

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i'm shit at cricket, whether its knowing about the sport or playing it, but let me know if y'all like this one! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04

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fluffiewuffie · 3 days ago

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Courting or Capturing the Heart

Hoshina Soshiro X Chubby Fem Reader

You are one of the scientists who work with the kaiju and all the weapon processing. That's how you met the vice-captain of the third division. You had already helped make Captain Ashiro's main weapon and you heard that her second in command was quite the opposite of her. You liked a challenge and knew that the third division was hard working and kind so you offered to help make the weapon for the vice-captain. You had heard he was an extraordinary swordsman and that he was looking for a short ranged weapon of some sort. You helped design and make his twin swords that are now his most used weapon.

When you first met Hoshina he was a smiley and silly guy. He was polite yet made the conversation the two of you had humorous. You thought his determination to fight Kaiju with short ranged weapons instead of guns like everyone else was, was admirable. Plus he was as handsome as everyone had said, but a lot of people were handsome and being in the defense force was a dangerous job. You never knew when you could die. So you decided to let your small crush on him be that and that alone. Stealing glances here and there wouldn't hurt anyone, and you would keep things professional. That did get a little hard after you saw him finally use the weapons you had helped design specifically for him. He was amazing, no that was an understatement, he was incredible. This form, the way he held the swords, the way he moved. It was as if he was water flowing through the ways of life. Mina had seen how you were staring. "He's spectacular right?" She asks you, you nod your head agreeing, embarrassed you were caught staring. You laugh it off and look at her in a respectful manner. "You and Hoshina-san are both sensational, the third division and the whole defense force are lucky to have such amazing fighters such as yourselves." You reply. She gives you a small smile before saying "We would be nothing if it weren't for you scientists who give us our weapons and suits to help us in combat. Those twin swords are impressive and I know you worked on my canon, you are impressive in your own way. I would like to offer you a place at the third division if you would join us?" She stuck her hand out for you to shake. Your eyes widen and you are unable to hold back a smile, you shake her hand firmly with both of your hands. "I promise you Ashiro-san, you will not be disappointed". As you guys are going over where you will be staying and what you will be helping out with, an arm goes around your shoulders, slim but strong and firm. "I take it she said yes? Welcome to the third division Y/N" Hoshina says as he lets you go and starts to praise the work of his swords shamelessly like a child with a new toy. Now that was just the beginning of your relationship.

~~~~~~~~~~~TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's been half a year since you started working at the third division and your thoughts about the vice-captain of the place only grew. He was funny. Making jokes all the time and his laugh was contagious. He was kind. He always made sure you got food when you had a busy week and he even would stay up to help you sometimes. He was understanding. Moving away from family was a hard decision but you knew it was the best choice to help the world from Kaiju and to further your placement in the ranks of the defense force. Sometimes it got really lonely without your family but Hoshina was always there to listen to you. He was surprisingly a good listener. You knew that you liked him but there were so many reasons why you shouldn’t- no, why you couldn’t tell him. You guys were coworkers, if something went wrong and things went awkward then work could be all messed up. If that was messed up he could get hurt on the job and in his line of work, it is too normal of a thing. Plus after all this time you didn’t even know if he was SINGLE, the question never had come up so he could be taken for all you knew. Plus even if he was single you didn’t even know if you were his type. You know you’re beautiful in your own way, nice curves, a cutesy face and your big smart brain but he could not be into that and that wouldn’t be either of your faults. Mina and Konomi were the only ones who knew that you liked Hoshina, but they couldn’t really help answer any of your questions either. Neither of them talked to Hoshina about his love life like that and if they all of a sudden did then suspicion would 100% arise.

Little did you know, Hoshina was flirting with you this WHOLE time. He didn’t know if he was bad at flirting or if you were just dense, it could be both. To you, he just seemed like a friendly person and he treated everyone how he treated you. To him, he was so sure that he was majorly hitting on you since you joined the third division…but he had never flirted before so what did he know? He was determined to court you until you confessed you also liked him...but he never actually told you he was courting you.

He was doing his usual helping out while you research. Today you guys were in the library and it was getting late. “Hoshina you can leave first if you would like, I know you’re getting new recruits tomorrow and it’s getting late” You offered, feeling guilty about him staying. “Soshiro”, was all he said before getting up to sit on the table, now being right next to you. You looked up at him and tilted your head. “Hoshina? Are you tired?” You asked, he responded quickly with “Call me Soshiro, Y/N. And I’ll stay with you all night if I have too” Then he flashed you a warm smile. This smile was different, it wasn’t his usual goofy one, it was soft. You smiled to yourself, your cheeks getting a little warm. He turned to look away from you. “Hey Y/N, I heard you like someone” he lied, “Who is it?”. Your eyes widen in shock and you gulp. You feel the embarrassment climbing up your spine and you get out of your seat to go find a book as a distraction. “I, um, I don’t like anyone haha” You replied unconvincingly. The urge to just tell him it was him was tempting but then you thought about all the worst outcomes again. He stared at you the whole time, from the moment you got out of your chair, to you nervously looking up when you were thinking, to you looking for a book. You found the book you needed to help you with your research, your mind forgetting about the situation you were in for one second. You didn’t notice that Hoshina had walked up to you as you struggled to reach for the book on the top shelf. He reached up for it and got it, then he leaned on the book shelf. He looked into your eyes and gave you that small, warm smile again. Then he tilted his head and asked “There’s absolutely no one you find a little interesting or attractive or captivating?” Describing all the things he would’ve described you as. You looked into his eyes, unable to look away. “I guess there is one person…and give me my book” You say in a joking ‘upset’ voice and you grab your book from him. “Who?” He asked again. You hugged your book and looked at your toes. You gulp one last time before mustering up the courage to say quietly, “You, Soshiro”. That was the first time you had called him by his first name. He sighed in relief, you looked at him in confusion. He was holding his chest “You had me WORRIED Y/N, I thought I was going to have to keep courting you for a whole nother half a year” then you look at him even MORE confused. “Court me?? Were you flirting with me? Hitting on me?” You asked in disbelief. “Uh Yeah? Was it not obvious? Is that not the reason why you like me??” Now it was his turn to be confused. He had to think about all the times he was trying to flirt with you. He then stated “I complimented you all the time!” You giggled and said “Half of your compliments were like how my taste in envelopes were immaculate haha” “Because they are!” He argued and he also laughed a little, he then stated “I always hugged you goodbye” “I hug a lot of people goodbye Soshiro” He frowned and scratched the back of his head. “Well, I like you too. With this job anything could happen any day now. I hope you’ll be mine even though it won’t be easy” He said as he leaned his forehead to yours. You smile and lean against him too, “Of course I will” as you look up, about to kiss him. Then you hear a click and a flash of a camera. “Did you get it Mina-san?” “Mhm”. You and Soshiro sigh and turn to see a certain scientist and the captain of the third division snooping. You laugh it off and end up giving each other a big hug before going back to your work. He may not have known how to court but he sure did capture your heart.

#chubby #chubby reader #kaiju no. 8 #soshiro hoshina #hoshina x reader #vice captain hoshina

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vicariousresearcher · 2 days ago

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Loser!Reader who can’t quite get socializing down. Can’t quite figure out how to make a joke land, doesn’t know what qualifies as small talk or what is too much detail. Who fidgets in your seat because you doesn’t know what to do with your hands and always looks a little panicked because you don’t know what the right amount of laughter is or now much eye contact is supposed to be used

Toxic!Kyle is the complete opposite. He loves bringing you out. Being a social butterfly he is, why wouldn’t he bring out his sweet little thing? Like a prized horse you stand there and smile as he drags you around. Only to end up on someone's couch sitting there kind of looking like you’re a part of the conversation that’s happening next to you when you haven’t said a word yet.

He knows how others look at the pair of you. So different. You’re something to be met with pinched brows and polite smiles, darting eyes and never quite sitting alone with. Its like everyone can tell theres something just a little bit off about you. Setting off their radars as something odd. Something he is so kind to put up with.

Its like they’re all in on some form of secret language that you aren’t privy to. You say something and you see how Kyle looks over the rim of his glass to one of his buddies. Inside jokes clipping you enough that you know there's something you don’t understand but it’s never enough to actually understand.

You’re his pet project. Someone he’s improved, upped in quality by simply daing you. Yes he loves you, god he does, he loves your niche little references and the way you move your hands when you’re passionate. He loves how you ramble till you’re out of breath and how embarrassed you get when he has to redirect you in a conversation. He loves bringing you out to see you flounder and get so worked up, coming to him with desperate eyes and too shallow of breaths.

You’re tugging at his sleeve trying to prompt him into leaving, trying to whisper about feeling overwhelmed, head on a swivel for every noise, feeling eyes burnt into your skin.. He just brushes you off if you’re lucky. Other times saying “You can’t handle one night out for me? We do everything on your terms, can’t you just do this for me?”

It’s only when you’re holding back tears, panting into your hands outside that he finally joins you. Ushering you into the car, cooing bout how “you should’ve just told him that you were feeling this bad.”

Gets you home and into bed. Cradling your face in his hands while peppering nicotine stained kisses into your skin. “You did so good tonight.” “Wasn’t it fun?” “I’m so glad you came with me.” Stuffed knuckle deep with his fingers as he coaxes an orgasm out of you as a reward.

He doesn’t let you sleep until you’re agreeing with him, nodding your head that you enjoyed yourself. Nerves tugged raw yet he just keeps playing till he gets what he wants. You all mushy and sensitive from the rollercoaster of emotions of the last few hours. Like a puppet with its joints unhinged but still jerking to its strings. Doing anything for his reassurance after you embarrassed him in front of his buddies.

#bit of a vent post I apologize #back to ranting about my ex in the tags;#the shit this boy be saying has be understanding why girls date older guys #loser!reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz x you #unedited

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techhiz · 2 days ago

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Hello!!! May I please request a Earthspark Bumblebee x femme s/o who is a decepticon (but is actually a genuinely a nice person who is more of a chaotic neutral) where their relationship is kept secret cuz yk the whole autobots vs decepticons, and they secretly meet up every once in awhile and the maltos see bumblebee sneaking out and they get suspicious so they decide to follow him. they find out bumblebee is with a decepticon and misunderstandings happens with them thinking y/n is gonna do something bad and chaos ensues

If this is too complicated please feel free to decline!! I genuinely don't mind ^^

If you do however agree to do this please take your time with it and take care of yourself!!

Secrets

The moon hung high over Witwicky, its silvery light casting soft shadows across the forested hills. Bumblebee crept carefully through the darkened Malto family property, his servos moving in practiced silence. He glanced back toward the house, where the family’s laughter had faded into the quiet of the night. Satisfied no one was watching, he transformed and sped into the woods.

What the Malto kids didn’t know—what nobody could know—was that Bumblebee wasn’t heading off on some standard patrol.

Deep in the forest, at a hidden clearing illuminated only by the faint glow of Cybertronian optics, you were waiting.

"Bee," you greeted with a playful smirk, your Decepticon insignia glinting faintly in the moonlight.

"Y/N," Bumblebee replied, his tone light as he transformed back into bot mode. His optics softened as he approached you. "I missed you."

"Missed me? It’s only been a week," you teased, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, well, a week’s a long time when your spark’s somewhere else." His voice carried that familiar Bumblebee charm, but his tone softened as he reached for your servo.

Your tough demeanor cracked, and you smiled, your servo brushing against his. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

Meanwhile at the Malto Household...

Robbie sat on the porch, his curiosity piqued when he saw Bumblebee sneaking off earlier. He nudged Mo, who was sprawled out beside him.

"Hey, Mo. Did you see Bee just now?"

"Yeah, I saw him sneaking out," Mo replied, sitting up with a conspiratorial grin. "You thinking what I’m thinking?"

"Let’s follow him!"

Twitch and Thrash, always up for an adventure, quickly joined in. "We’ll track him from the air," Twitch suggested, her optics glowing with determination.

The group set off, following Bumblebee’s tracks deeper into the forest.

You and Bumblebee stood close, leaning against a fallen log as you exchanged stories. The war might’ve left scars on both sides, but moments like these made you forget, even if just for a while.

"You ever think about what’ll happen if someone finds out about… us?" you asked, your voice unusually serious.

Bumblebee sighed, glancing at the stars. "I think about it all the time. But then I remember why we’re here—why we’re doing this—and it makes it worth the risk."

You smiled softly. "You’re such a sap."

"And you love it," he teased, leaning closer.

The moment stretched between you, the tension was palpable as Bumblebee’s optics locked onto yours. His servo moved to cup your cheek, and you tilted your helm, your spark fluttering as his face inched closer.

"Freeze, Decepticon!"

The shout shattered the intimacy like glass hitting the ground. Bumblebee and you whipped around to see Robbie, Mo, Twitch, and Thrash charging into the clearing. Twitch had her blaster aimed at you, her optics blazing with determination.

"Kids?!" Bumblebee exclaimed, stepping protectively in front of you.

"You don’t have to defend her, Bee!" Robbie shouted. "We know she’s up to something!"

"Yeah, no way she’s just… hanging out!" Mo added, her brows furrowed.

You raised your servos in mock surrender, trying to stifle your frustration. "Okay, this is not what it looks like—"

"Save it!" Twitch interrupted, her blaster still aimed.

Bumblebee groaned, rubbing his helm. "Guys, listen. Y/N’s not like that. She’s not a threat."

"She’s a Decepticon!" Thrash emphasized, his frame bristling.

"Yes, and also a perfectly nice person," Bumblebee shot back.

The kids exchanged skeptical glances. Twitch’s optics narrowed. "How do we know she isn’t tricking you?"

"Because if I wanted to do something bad, I would’ve done it already," you retorted, rolling your optics. "Seriously, does everyone think Decepticons don’t have hobbies or love lives?"

That seemed to momentarily confuse them, but they remained cautious.

"Why didn’t you tell us, Bee?" Mo asked, her voice softer now.

Bumblebee sighed heavily. "Because I knew you’d react like this. And I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea."

Robbie crossed his arms. "Well, mission not accomplished."

Eventually, after a lot of explaining, the kids lowered their guard. They weren’t entirely convinced, but they agreed to keep your relationship a secret for now.

As they left the clearing, Bumblebee turned back to you, his optics filled with apology. "I’m so sorry about that."

You shrugged, smirking. "I guess it’s part of the territory when you’re dating the infamous Bumblebee."

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Still, I’ll make it up to you."

"How?" you teased.

"By finishing what we started," he said, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Your optics fluttered closed, and for a moment, the chaos of the night melted away.

The kids, hiding behind the trees, whispered excitedly among themselves.

"Did you see that?" Mo whispered.

"Yeah," Robbie said, his expression a mix of shock and amusement. "Guess Bee’s got a thing for bad girls."

"Not bad," Twitch corrected, "just misunderstood."

Thrash grinned. "This is so going in the family album."

#tfe bumblebee #tf earthspark #transformers x reader #transformers #techhiz work

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bokutosbabe · 2 days ago

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Hiii hope you’re having a lovely week <3 and Merry early Christmas!! I hope you get everything you’ve been wanting!! I think the marriage event is so so so cute omg, and I was wondering if I could get yoichi isagi with tropes 🍓 and 🍫? Mostly bc my dumbass thinks strawberries and chocolate go well together lol. Your works are amazing btw!! And honestly I don’t know how you find the motivation or time to write so much, it’s so inspiring 🫶 keep up the good work and have a lovely Christmas (or something else you celebrate!)

Hiii! i love making ( and eating ) chocolate covered strawberries, so i totally get it :) and tysm! I usually brain dump every few days then struggle to get into it again, but alas i prevail! i had a lovely christmas, i hope you did too!

now for

an isagi yoichi chocolate covered strawberry :)

જ⁀♡⊹｡° like a dog with a bird at your door

♡ a/n — for my more than a married couple event!

♡ content — isagi yoichi x gn! reader, gn! reader, unrequited love, isagi and reader are childhood friends, isagi mentions liking another girl (no name mentioned), KUNIGAMI MENTIONED!!! (once but i love him), reader has feelings for isagi, set in high school :)

♡ synopsis — you'd wait for a million chances with isagi yoichi, but he wouldn't even give you one.

You knew doing this marriage simulation with Isagi Yoichi was a mistake the moment you saw his name on the pairing list.

Your heart clenched, the familiar ache settling in your chest. Isagi had always been your closest friend—someone who could make you laugh on your worst days and whose determination inspired you to push forward. But that closeness came with a cost: the quiet, unreciprocated feelings you’d carried for years.

It was fine, though. You’d learned how to manage them. Or so you thought.

“Hey!” Isagi greeted you that first day in the shared apartment, his signature smile lighting up the room. “Looks like we’re stuck with each other, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a grin. “Lucky me.”

If he noticed the strain in your voice, he didn’t say anything.

The first few weeks of the program were easy enough. Isagi’s natural charm made it impossible not to enjoy his company, and his unrelenting optimism balanced out your more cautious approach.

He was attentive, thoughtful, and surprisingly good at playing the role of a devoted partner. It felt so real sometimes that you had to remind yourself it wasn’t.

The way he’d casually sling an arm around your shoulders when the instructors were watching, the way he’d call you by a pet name that made your stomach flip—it was all for show. And when the simulation ended, it would all go away.

You reminded yourself of that every night as you lay awake in your separate rooms, staring at the ceiling and wishing things could be different.

One evening, after a particularly intense day of tasks, you both collapsed on the couch, a shared bowl of popcorn between you.

“Man, I don’t know how people do this for real,” Isagi said with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “It’s exhausting.”

You smiled faintly, keeping your eyes on the TV. “Guess it’s easier when you’re with someone you actually love.”

Isagi hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I bet it is.”

The silence stretched, the weight of his words settling over you like a blanket. You didn’t dare look at him, afraid of what you’d see.

Instead, you changed the subject, masking your hurt with a joke that made him laugh. But his words stayed with you, carving deeper into the parts of you that already felt raw.

It wasn’t until halfway through the program that you found out why Isagi had signed up for it.

You were cleaning up after dinner when he blurted it out, his voice casual but laced with excitement.

“Did I tell you? She joined the program, too. She’s paired with Kunigami.”

Your hand froze mid-wash, the plate slipping slightly under your grip. “Who?” Isagi had been your friend, yes, but he'd never told you about another girl before.

"She's in our class," He nodded, his eyes lighting up at the mention of her. “I’ve been meaning to tell her how I feel, but I guess I haven’t found the right moment yet. This program’s the perfect chance, though, right?”

Your stomach dropped, the air around you suddenly too heavy.

“Right,” you said, forcing a smile. “Perfect chance.”

He didn’t notice the tremor in your voice or the way you quickly turned back to the sink, blinking back tears.

From that point on, everything hurt a little more.

The way he’d absentmindedly lean into you during group exercises, the way he’d talk about his plans for the future, the way he’d practice his “husband” role so earnestly—it all felt like salt in a wound you couldn’t close.

You wanted to hate him for how blind he was to your feelings, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t his fault. And you couldn’t fault him for wanting someone like Tsubaki, someone who was bright and kind and seemingly perfect in every way.

You could only stand by and watch, your heart breaking a little more with each passing day.

The final night of the program came faster than you’d expected.

You sat together on the couch, the apartment eerily quiet now that all the tasks were done.

“Hard to believe it’s over, huh?” Isagi said, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you replied, staring at your hands. “Hard to believe.”

He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. “You know… I think this program taught me a lot. About relationships, about myself. And about you.”

Your heart skipped, hope flickering despite yourself. “Yeah? What about me?”

He smiled, that familiar, radiant smile that had always made you feel like the world was brighter. “You’re an amazing friend. I don’t think I could’ve done this without you.”

Friend.

The word echoed in your mind, snuffing out the tiny ember of hope that had been burning inside you.

“Thanks, Yoichi,” you said, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. “I’m glad I could help.”

The next morning, you packed your things in silence, the weight of unspoken words heavy in the air.

When it was time to leave, Isagi pulled you into a tight hug, his warmth making it even harder to let go.

“Thanks for everything,” he said, his voice sincere. “I’ll never forget this.”

“Me neither,” you murmured, your words barely audible.

As you walked away, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over.

You’d known from the start that this was how it would end—with Isagi chasing after someone else, and you left behind, holding onto feelings that would never be returned.

But even so, you didn’t regret it. Because for a little while, you’d gotten to be close to him. And that, you told yourself, was enough.

it was so awful making this not have a happy ending :,)

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

#★ · airybcbyy #airy posts #bllk #blue lock #airy answers asks :)#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #yoichi isagi #blue lock isagi

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