#and got Nothing from. i guess i really do have pull from being a host at a hyatt already

[seilon]

just sent a hastily-made new resume to a hiring manager at a place i might get a summer job at and realized after sending it that it still has “MONTH 20XX – MONTH 20XX” written for one of my past jobs’ durations fucking shoot me

[myth1cs]

Completing the mission (Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

Even more smut and I'm still sorry for it.

Word Count: 2067

Mina was arriving at a party and preparing to carry out the mission

Her boss Bangchan has set her on an important mission to steal important documents from Y/N the host of the party.

Mina was an agent for hire. She didn't know the specifics for why Bangchan wanted her to steal those documents but as long as she was getting paid she could care less. She just needed to complete the mission whatever the cost.

Mina was struggling in her home life. It was hard to pay the bills and buy enough food to feed herself. So she decided to become an agent for hire, selling her services for a price. An expensive price, after all she was good at her job, she couldn't sell her skills for nothing after all.

This party was her best chance to steal the documents. If she failed then she wouldn't get paid and surely would be punished, the pressure was on.

As she was arriving at the door to enter the party she pulled out the invitation Bangchan gave her. Y/N sent Bangchan an invitation but he gave it to Mina and texted Y/N he would send his secretary in his place because he felt sick and wouldn't be able to attend.

Y/N believed Bangchan as he didn't think Bangchan had a reason to lie to him.

The guard at the door accepted Mina's invitation and let her in. Her mission had officially begun. As she walked in she saw some of the biggest CEO's from the biggest companies in the country. She felt a bit tense but she composed herself and started walking around to get a basic layout of Y/N's house.

As Mina walked through the house suddenly heard someone call her name.

"Hey I don't recognize you"

Mina turned around and she saw him the host of the party Y/N.

"I'm Bangchans secretary Mina he sent you a message telling you he would send me on his behalf." as Mina said this she noticed Y/N was trying to subtly scan her body. He didn't do a good job at it as Mina quickly caught him but she decided to stay quiet about it.

"Well Mina let me show you around it would be rude not to." Y/N said as he held his hand out to Mina. She was just trying to complete her mission and get out as quickly as possible but having a good relationship with Y/N could help lower her suspicion as she wasn't sure Y/N trusted her.

"Yeah sure." Mina said as she grabbed Y/N's hand.

Y/N walked her around his house introducing her to the other guests and asking her questions about her job.

Eventually Y/N took Mina to his winery. "Do you care for a drink Mina?" Y/N asked while grabbing a bottle.

"I could go for a drink but please let me fill your drink" Mina said trying to grab the bottle from Y/N's hands.

"Oh no let me I am your host after all, I should be the one treating my guests" Y/N said as he pulled the bottle away.

Mina was getting nervous, her original plan was to put sleeping pills into Y/N's drink so she could find the code to Y/N's safe and steal the documents without worrying about getting caught. She couldn't let Y/N serve the drinks.

"No really I insist" Mina said with a little more force which slightly shocked Y/N. He didn't know Mina could be so intense.

Y/N handed Mina the bottle "Well if you insist then I guess I won't stop you." He said while being a little scared of Mina.

"Hey Y/N could you bring some ice I like having my alcohol with ice" Mina didn't actually like her alcohol with ice she just needed an excuse to get Y/N out of the room.

"Sure I don't mind" Y/N said as he left the room. As soon as Y/N was out of sight she quickly grabbed the cups and started pouring the alcohol in them. Then she grabbed the pills and crunched them up and dropped them into Y/N's cup.

She quickly went to the bathroom and flushed the bottle that the pills were held in into the toilet.

When she got back she saw Y/N was already their.

"Where did you go Mina? You weren't here when I got back."

"I was just using the restroom" Mina quickly responded.

Y/N looked at her with a hint of doubt in his eyes but he just brushed it off.

Y/N picked up a glass and handed it to Mina. "Well let's drink up Mina and say cheers on behalf of Bangchan who couldn't make it today." Y/N said while smiling at her.

Mina grabbed the drink and did a toast with Y/N.

She started drinking her cup while carefully watching Y/N waiting to see any hints of sleepiness in him. She decided to stay near Y/N until she saw any signs of him getting tired.

Some time has passed and the party is still ongoing yet. She was sitting at a table in the corner of a room with Y/N and they've been talking this whole time and yet Mina hasn't seen any signs of tiredness from Y/N. She could have sworn the pills were supposed to take effect by now so what gives?

As Mina started thinking of why Y/N hasn't shown any signs of sleepiness she suddenly had a feeling not of tiredness but of something else.

She was getting horney.

She didn't understand why even if she did accidentally drink the cup she made for Y/N she should be getting sleepy not horney. But then Mina had a thought.

Before she left for her mission she grabbed a bottle from her drawer but she didn't bother to check the label as most of the pills she keeps are ones to put people to sleep. However she does keep one that holds a different type of pills. An aphrodisiac, she had it in case she ever needed it for a mission but she never actually intended to use it.

Mina realized she grabbed the wrong bottle from her drawer and now she was in big trouble. She thought she failed the mission since she was getting to friendly with Y/N earlier he would definitely notice if she was gone for a prolonged period of time and get suspicious.

But she couldn't admit defeat that easily she had to find a different way. As she started to think of something she could do she started to rub her thighs together to get some tension. Y/N kept talking to her about ... well who knows what she wasn't listening to him after all her mind was filled with panic, lust, and thoughts of how to get out of this situation.

"Mina are you okay? I feel like my words are going in one ear and leaving the other" Y/N said slightly annoyed that Mina wasn't paying attention to him.

"Uhm~ yeah I'm just ... very deep in thought" Mina said while feeling her face getting hotter. She needed something to relieve herself she couldn't focus on her mission until she felt relief.

"Mina if you need to lay down you can-" Before Y/N could finish his sentence he was cut off.

"Y/N show me to a room" Mina said in a desperate voice.

"O-okay Mina calm down" Y/N said a little confused on why Mina sounded so needy.

Y/N grabbed Minas hand and walked her to the guest bedroom. Mina was trying her best to hold urges but she was at her limit. Eventually they got to the guest bedroom and Y/N closed the door behind them.

"Well you can stay in here unt-" Y/N was quickly cut off by Mina who latched her lips onto his.

Y/N was shocked by the sudden move by Mina and pulled her off of him. "Mina what are you-"

Mina locked the door and looked at Y/N with lust in her eyes. "Y/N I saw you checking me out earlier, please I need you right now"

Y/N pulled Mina to him and kissed her back. Y/N's hands roamed Minas body. Y/N's hands reached down and squeezed Mina's butt. Mina moaned into Y/N's mouth.

"Ahh~ Fuck" Mina kept making noise under Y/N's touch. Their hands were roaming each other's bodies while lustfully kissing each other.

Mina was getting a little needy. She needed more than Y/N's touch. "Y/N get this dress off me" Mina said with urgency in her voice.

Y/N started to quickly take Mina's dress off exposing her breasts and pussy to the cold air.

Y/N put one hand on one of Mina's breasts and another on Mina's butt. Mina squirmed and she couldn't take it. "Y/N please touch me where I most need it"

Y/N liked seeing Mina so needy and he wasn't keen on giving Mina what she wanted so quickly.

Y/N pinched Mina's nipple and kissed her more roughly. "Now now Mina were getting a little too needy." As he said this he could see slight annoyance in Mina. "Oh shut up and put your dick in me"

Y/N picked Mina up and put her on the bed. "Such a dirty mouth you have Mina, what would Bangchan think if he heard such words coming from his secretary?"

"Oh shut up Y/N" Mina said with a mix of annoyance and neediness. She grabbed Y/N's hand and put it up to her pussy.

While Y/N did want to tease Mina, when he felt the warmth of Mina's pussy he lost all his will to continue teasing her and gave in.

Y/N fingered Mina's pussy in quick manner not letting Mina adjust to his fingers. "OH SHIT" Mina yelled but she quickly covered her mouth to muffle it. "Your so loud Mina do you want everyone to know how your getting fucked?"

Mina couldn't respond as she was too focused on the mix of pain and pleasure she was receiving. Y/N curled his fingers in Mina and it sent her closer to release. "I'm close"

When Y/N heard that he immediately pulled his fingers out. Mina whined when she felt his fingers leave as she was close to cumming. "Y/N you fucking bitch" Mina said while panting.

Y/N ignored Mina and took off his pants revealing his dick which was already hard. Mina gasped, she knew what was about to happen. "Y/N wait your not wearing any-"

Y/N ignored Mina's plea and shoved his dick in Mina. Mina almost let out a loud scream but quickly covered her mouth.

For the next few minutes Y/N pumped his dick in and out of Mina. Every now and then they would engage in a lustful kiss or put their hands on each other.

Eventually Y/N was getting at his limit. "Mina I'm going to cum" Y/N said feeling exhausted.

"Let me swallow your cum" Mina said. She really didn't want to but she needed a reason to not let Y/N cum in her.

Y/N got a few final pumps in before he exited Mina's warm and tight pussy. Mina sat up and took Y/N's dick in her mouth and started sucking. Not long after Y/N came in Mina's mouth.

After coming off from such a high Y/N got exhausted and fell asleep on the bed.

Mina swallowed the thick cum. She really didn't think Y/N would have so much cum in him. She got up and got herself clean with the tissues which were next to the bed.

Mina put on her dress and put perfume on her to get the smell of sex off of her.

She took this chance to go to Y/N's room to look for the code to the safe. She eventually found the code and typed it into the safe.

Mina left the party with the documents in hand. She got her phone and called Bangchan.

"I completed the mission"

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"Wow myth1cs you really like yapping huh?"

Yes.

Also don't expect this type of schedule this is a rare case of me actually having motivation.

[ask-me-later23]

Can you write a little blurb about reader having a sleepy cuddly afternoon with Spencer?

Soft rays of light drifted through the curtains and across your face, a gentle reminder from the sun of its limited time with you. As much as you wanted to continue your adventures within your dreamscape, you were quickly stolen away, back to the real world. Back to the too small couch currently hosting you and your too tall boyfriend, Spencer. 

Afternoons like this were rare with him, he was always on call and even when he was home you both were typically too busy to spend an afternoon doing nothing. You both got the afternoon off and while you had said it would be just a few minutes of rest, those few minutes turned into a few hours, which had developed into the entire day.

Spencer was still asleep, you try not to move too much and wake him. His insomnia refuses to let him sleep for more than a few hours, so you know he needs what rest he can get.

This was also your favorite time to look at him, when he had his guard down and looked the most at peace. The beams that drew you from sleep now dance across his curls, making them shine a golden color that reminds you of honey. Freckles are sprinkled across his skin. You remember how you used to make a game of kissing each of them when you first got together. The memories bring a soft smile to your face as you listen to his snores. 

As if realizing he’s being watched, Spencer finally stirs. His eyes flitter open, revealing the rich, brown color that always reminded you of dark, vintage books. The corner of his lips tilt up into a smile and he pulls you in tighter. 

“Good afternoon sleepy,” you mumble as you nuzzle into his neck.

He plants a soft kiss onto your forehead. “Sleep well?”

“As well as I can having to listen to your loud ass snoring,” you tease, sitting up to check the time on your phone. 

Spencer rolls his eyes and rests his head back against the arm of the couch, stretching his arm across his face to cover the light. “45% of adult males snore on a regular basis, and it only gets worse with age. You should really get used to it.”

“Guess I’ll just have to go find somewhere else to sleep then.” You act like you’re going to stand up, only to have Spencer jump up from his resting position and drag you back down with him, his grasp unusually strong for a man of his stature. 

“Not gonna happen.” His grip holds firm as you attempt to wiggle away, giggling.

“We really should get up and be productive,” you murmur into his chest where he currently has your face stuck.

“Productivity is for tomorrow, today is for sleeping and comfort.”

While your mind tells you that his logic is faulty, you can’t ignore how his sweater smells strongly of books and laundry detergent, or how comforting that smell is. You also cannot ignore the circles he is currently rubbing on your back, just underneath your own sweater. So, instead of protesting, you nestle in closer and shut your eyes once more.

“Sleep it is.”

You both drift off to sleep again, locked in each other’s arms and isolated from the outside world. When you inevitably wake again and hear Spencer’s soft snores, all you can do is smile.

[chukys-mouthguard]

I know youve probably been getting a ton of rempe request which I have to add to it too (I’m so sorry) but a good enemies to lovers with a bit of angst would be 😮‍💨

Party’s Over

Words: 3.49k

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Genre: angst, fluff; enemies to lovers

Summary: who the fuck invited matthew rempe to your birthday party?

“So, guess what Braden just told me.”

Your friend setting her phone down after reading a text from her boyfriend, an awkward smile on her face. “No, absolutely not, tell him no!”

Not needing her to even give the answer you were already fully aware of what Braden had said. But there was no way in hell you were okay with it.

“If those boys dare to bring Matthew Rempe to my apartment, they are going to get beers thrown in all of their faces!” She laughed as you pointed to the case of beers you were getting unboxed into an ice bucket for the guys to dig into once they arrived. The rest of the girls just silently munching on chips and queso as they all knew this saga between you and Rempe all too well. And as much as they would love for you to join the club and start dating a Ranger like the rest of them, they weren’t planning on that being Matt.

While you loved all of their boyfriends, the one Ranger you couldn’t stand was Matt Rempe. From the day you two met he had gone out of his way to be nothing but a dick to you. Constantly ragging on you, taking jokes too far, and now he was going to be in your apartment. No doubt any little action of his would piss you off to your maximum, simply because he was in your place.

“Look, it’s your birthday, I don’t think he will be an asshole to you today. Plus, they are already on their way here. What are they gonna do, throw him out of the car?” “Yes! That sounds like a great plan!” Rolling your eyes you finished setting up the appetizers and drinks before the guys arrived.

“Hello hello? We heard there’s a birthday going on?” Vinny Trochek called out before the boys filed into your apartment, each of them with a significant other soon joining them, the few single guys and girls introducing themselves as everyone was grabbing drinks and getting food.

You had greeted everyone but were also too preoccupied with being a host, in hopes that it would distract you from how angry you were with Matt being in your apartment.

“Y/n…it’s your party and you’re making drinks for people. What the fuck? Go drink, mingle.” Braden’s girlfriend quick to take the bottle of Tito’s from your hand and push you toward the kitchen island, your sudden presence stopping a conversation between Matt and Chris Kreider. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” You glared at Matt, your tone a bit harsh as he sipped his beer. “Actually yeah, Matt was just saying how good you look tonight.”

Shaking his head in protest, Matt quickly swallowed down his beer, “more like the opposite. I said no such thing, don’t flatter yourself.” He smirked at you while Chris just shook his head, hating the constant immature bickering between the two of you.

“How about, you take that beer bottle, and show it up your ass Rempe? I think that would be such a fun party trick.” Flashing a fake smile you quickly left the kitchen, heading to your bedroom to cool off.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you began to second guess your outfit.

knock knock

“Y/n, what’s up? Chris said you stormed off after Matt made some smartass comment. Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay? Like, should I be wearing something different?” Chris’s wife Francesca rolling her eyes as she took a seat on your bed. “Really? Rempe said shit about your outfit and now you want to change? Have you ever thought that maybe the two of you just need to fuck and get it over with or something? I really think this whole act you’ve got going on needs to stop.”

Ignoring her comments completely, you went right to your closet, pulling out a white short sleeved bodysuit and a new pair of jeans. Quickly pulling them on and then pairing them with some heeled black boots.

“Okay, thoughts?”

Francesca lightly chuckling at how self conscious you’d become the second Matt said anything negative about how you looked. “I mean, you look hot as fuck. But, I feel like you’re trying to look good for him now.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m simply just trying to look hot and make him eat his words. And if the boy starts drooling about my tits practically being on display, that’s his problem not mine. Now let’s go do a shot!”

After you reappeared from your bedroom, newly clothed, you couldn’t help but notice how Matt’s demeanor had changed. He kept his distance and didn’t say a word to you. Though he didn’t have to, his eyes on you almost constantly and you were happy to know he was eating his words.

Three rounds of shots later, everyone was piling into Uber’s to head out, of course everyone finding it funny to put you and Matt in the same car, as well as make you both sit in the back seat together. Keeping your back somewhat to him, you tried to not as much as bump him with an arm or a leg, though his hand had tapped you multiple times as his arm was draped across the back on the seat.

Once at your destination you quickly pulled out your lip gloss and turned on your front camera to aid in your application.

“You know, I never understood the point of lip gloss. Like, it’s just gonna come off on your drinks or when you kiss someone.”

Matt practically whispered in your ear as he peeked his face into the view of your camera, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah well,” turning to face him, you hadn’t noticed how close his face was to yours, causing you to swallow a breath, “guess you’re in luck, I definitely won't be kissing you tonight.”

The group headed inside the club, having a table reserved at the back as to hopefully not draw too much attention having a handful of the Rangers with you. Everyone getting comfortable and situated with drinks as you threw back a few shots to erase the backseat interaction with Matt from your mind. This was your birthday, you were not going to let that cocky asshole ruin it.

The night had so far consisted of Vinny Trocheck getting so drunk he attempted to dance shirtless in your section, Chris and Matt competing to see who could chug their beers the fastest, and you losing track of just how many drinks and shots you’d had. But one thing you knew for sure was that you were about to pee your pants.

“I’ll be right back, bathroom.”

Slowly making your way through the crowd by yourself, Matt’s eyes followed you, making sure you made it to your destination. “Dude, cut the shit. This tough guy act, being dick to her. It’s not working for you.” Matt scoffed, taking a sip of his beer, “Krieds, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He tried denying it, but Chris could see exactly what Matt thought he was doing. And despite his efforts, majority of the guys could see right through him. “All I’m saying is, for someone who dislikes her so much, you sure do care a lot making sure she made it to the bathroom safely.”

“Look, there’s a difference between me not liking the girl but knowing how to be a decent human being. Should I want her to not make it safely? Gosh Krieds now you sound like the asshole.” Matt attempted to put an end to the conversation, turning away from Chris, though keeping an eye on the bathroom.

After what felt like a thirty minute wait, you were able to evade peeing your pants in public and were headed back to your party. Though not before a drunk guy could try and creep on you, immediately making you remember why you didn’t go out to clubs anymore.

“Hey beautiful, you here alone?”

“Nope, actually here with friends.” Flashing a soft smile you attempted to brush past him in the hall, but he moved with you. “Oh, so you’re the one celebrating a birthday. How about I get you a drink?” Again flashing a smile you shook your head, “no thank you, we are stocked on drinks. I’m good.” The drunken man catching up to you as you could barely maneuver your way through the crowd. His hand snaking around your waist as he pulled you into him. “How about more than just a drink then?”

Immediately pushing against his chest to get out of his grip, you questioned the man but he didn’t let go. However soon enough, another arm reaching around to pull you free, to which you were surprised. Ready to thank the individual who likely saw the event and stepped in, until you saw the face of Matt Rempe appear next to you.

“Pretty sure that’s not any way to treat a lady. You wanna tell me why you put your hands on her?” Rolling your eyes you didn’t bother to stick around for Matt to be the hero and ask for your praises. Matt noticed you run off, but made sure the drunken man wouldn’t cause any more trouble for the night. Heading back to the table and immediately downing a shot before asking your friends to dance.

It was now 2am and you were down for the count, not able to hold your head up and just wanting food and your bed. Your friends helping you to your uber as everyone was more than happy to head home for the night. None of them partying like this in awhile and already anticipating the hangovers that were on the horizon.

“Okay, so as much as I want to take y/n up to her bed, I’ve got to get Chris home before he’s knocked out and I can’t deal with him alone.”

Francesca doing her best to keep Chris awake next to her as you were in the back seat once again with Matt, though you were oblivious to that as you were asleep with your head on his shoulder. “I can take her.”

Francesca a bit shocked at Matt’s offer to help. “You sure you’re not just gonna take her up there and draw on her face or something to mess with her?”

“Oh come on, I’m not that much of an asshole.”

Matt laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at you sleeping.

“Y/n…Y/n, wake up. We are back at your apartment.” Your eyes slowly fluttered open as Matt was attempting to help you out of the Uber. “I can do it myself.” Pulling your arm away from him as you were adamant about getting yourself inside, though only stumbling up the sidewalk and practically breaking your ankle in the process. “Y/n, just let Matt help you please. I gotta get Chris home before he’s sleeping on the street tonight. Stop hating him long enough for him to get you into bed.”

“I will never let this man get me into his bed!”

Francesca shaking her head with a sigh, “that is not what I meant, Jesus Christ…Matt, please let me know if you need anything. But I gotta get this man home.”

Matt laughed as Francesca guided a drunken Chris to their car, knowing that he would never let him live down this moment of being carried by his wife because he couldn’t hold his alcohol.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Matt put a hand to your lower back as he helped guide you inside, trying his best to keep his distance so as to not upset you any more than he already had. The ride in the elevator was silent as you just stared at the numbers slowly counting up until you had reached your floor. Doing your best to walk to the door without issue, though now you were in for it as you tried to fumble with your keys and unlock it.

“Can I-” “No, I got it.”

Quickly opening the door you tossed your bag on the counter, soon collapsing on your couch. Not caring that the walk to your bed would have been only sixty seconds more, you needed to be horizontal and not in these boots any longer. Trying your best to kick off the boots, but having no luck, Matt soon came over to help. Your need for the boots to be off stronger than your want to be Miss Independent.

“I guess I will get you some water, heat up some of the food from earlier…”

His voice trailed off as he walked to the kitchen, your eyes opening to watch him. Why was he being nice all of a sudden? You didn’t like it, after he had made it his mission to be an asshole, all of a sudden he starts trying to be nice? He was clearly trying to get something out of you, praises or thanks for stepping up and taking care of you. Most likely to rub it in your face later and laugh at you for thinking he was a changed man or something.

“I don’t need your help, you know. I can do all of that myself.”

Matt just ignored you, continuing with making you a plate of food before he brought it over to you on the couch. He smiled softly as he held out the plate, and as much as you were starving, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept anything from him. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

He looked at you confused before setting the plate on the island in the kitchen. “Pretending like you care! Trying to be some hero and swoop in to save the day. You know what your problem is?”

“What’s my problem?” He leaned against the island, crossing his arms as he let you continue with airing your frustrations.

“You think that anyone is going to fall head over heels for you and just give you everything you want. You’re so full of yourself. And then, the second a girl doesn’t fold for you, you treat her like shit, like how you did with me. Do you know how annoying it is? Being friends with all those guys, and you’re the only one who hates me? Who talks shit about me, bashing me whenever he can? I fucking changed my outfit tonight because you made me feel like shit about myself! And for what? Because I didn’t drop my pants for you the first day we met or something? Get a fucking grip, and stop thinking so highly of yourself. I didn’t need your help at the bar, and I don’t need your help now if you’re only doing it to hold over my head later or try to use it against me. I don’t need you trying to embarrass me for ever thinking you were actually a nice guy and gave a shit. So if you’re only doing this to look good to everyone else, then please leave.”

You stomped off to your room to change, needing your jeans off and sweats on. Removing your bodysuit and replacing it with a hoodie, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you pulled the fabric over your head.

knock knock

“What!”

Glaring towards the door you saw Matt slowly appear from behind the frame. His demeanor a bit defeated as he tossed a small box onto your bed. “Here.…happy birthday. I’ll call an Uber then head out.”

Your angered facade fading as you looked from Matt to the small box on your bed. Only moving to open it once you’d heard him head back down the hall. As you untied the blue ribbon, you lifted the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace of your birthstone that you had been eyeing for months. Instantly your heart sank, regretting all the words you just spat at him. But, you weren’t actually feeling bad for Matt, or regretting something negative you said to him, you couldn’t. Because you were supposed to hate each other. Though this was an expensive ass gift for someone to buy if they hated you.

Setting the necklace down on your dresser, you darted out of your room and down the hall. Stopping in your tracks when you saw Matt still in your kitchen. “Sorry, I’m leaving, it's just raining and I figured I’d wait until my Uber got closer. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

He went back to his phone as you could tell he was embarrassed and upset. Clearly this not being how he planned for the night to go, and you shared in the embarrassment for all the things you’d just said.

“Matt….how did you?”

Playing with the hem of your hoodie you awkwardly closed the distance between the two of you, eventually resting on your forearms against your kitchen island.

“Francesca told me you’d been eyeing it for months. I asked what was something I could you for your birthday, I wanted it to be something nice, special. But, clearly I fucked that up because I’m such an asshole.”

He wasn’t even making eye contact, his voice low as he mumbled his responses, shrugging it off like it was nothing. But it was clearly something.

“I just, I don’t get it…why get me such a nice, thoughtful, expensive gift. If you hate me?”

Matt laughed, finally looking up from his phone. “You really don’t get it do you? I don’t hate you y/n, it’s actually quite the opposite. When Chris told you earlier I was talking about how good you looked, he wasn’t lying. I really did think you looked good. And I felt awful when you went and changed clothes. I mean, you still looked hot as hell, but I felt bad that you thought I really didn’t think you looked good.”

He locked his phone and set it on the island as he made his way over to you.

“I acted that way because I've never met a girl like you. For starters, you never seemed interested in me, and I didn’t know how to take that. You were hard to read, and I thought if I messed with you, I would learn your personality. But you only dished shit right back at me just as I gave it. So I thought you weren’t interested and truly did not like me. Not to mention, coming into this group of people, when everyone is close already. I was trying my best to fit in, but I’m awkward okay? I wanted you to like me, and I fucked that up, clearly!”

You laughed along with him as he ran a hand through his hair. “And, I thought tonight I would fix things. I’d be able to give you that gift, and apologize for all the shit I started. But then, you got so mad at me when I tried helping at the club. And then when we got back here, I know I brought it on myself with being such a dick. But, I figured, there was zero chance I even got to make this right.”

“Well…” You sighed as you walked closer to him, your brain still trying to make sense of all this. “How about we start over? Blank slate, and we can forget everything. Stop this pretending like we hate one another and just be ourselves?”

Holding out your hand, Matt smiled before accepting and shaking it. “I’m Matt.” “I’m y/n.”

The two of you chuckled to yourselves, soon moving to the couch after you’d reheated the food Matt got for you which was now cold.

“Oh, um, aren’t you gonna cancel your Uber?”

Matt looked at you with a sheepish grin, “I never called an Uber.”

Your jaw dropping to the floor as you punched his shoulder. “Oh, so somehow you just magically thought things were going to work out and we’d be sitting right here on this couch? You thought you could easily just win me over and get a second chance with me? Matthew Rempe I swear to-”

Before you could finish your threat, Matt had placed his lips on yours, cutting you off with a kiss. Though shocked by the action, you didn’t fight it. Relaxing into the kiss before he pulled away.

“I just figured, with that gift I got you we were a little past first introductions.”

“You know, you’re lucky your cute Matthew Rempe…”

“Oh, so you do think I’m cute? I knew it!” He shot you a cocky grin as he dipped a chip in some queso. “We still have plenty of beer bottles, don’t make me bash you on the head with one.”

“Sweetheart, I get punched in the face on almost a nightly basis, I think I could handle a little beer bottle.”

[frickingnerd]

kiss me before i lose my mind

pairing: luka couffaine x gn!reader

summary: luka knows he really shouldn't kiss you in public, to keep your relationship a secret. but he just can't keep his hands off you...

tags: secret relationship, mari crushing on luka & adrien crushing on reader, almost caught kissing, use of y/n, kissing, luka is a bad liar, luka is so in love with reader, dancing (reader & adrien)

seeing you smile at him like this but being unable to hold you close and kiss you was absolutely killing luka. 

but you and luka had decided to keep your relationship a secret from your friends, ever since the two of you got together a few weeks ago. after all, making your relationship public would only end up hurting someone. everyone knew that marinette had a thing for luka, as well as that adrien had a little crush on you as well. those two were your friends and you really didn't want to hurt them by making out in front of them, but it was getting harder and harder as time went by to keep your relationship a secret. 

the two of you were currently at a party that rose was hosting, having arrived there separately, only to find your way towards each other once everyone had arrived. despite trying to keep it hidden, you still couldn't stay away from each other. and keeping your hands to yourself was just as hard, if not harder… 

"please, stop smiling at me like that. i'm not sure what will happen if you keep doing that…"

luka's eyes went back and forth between you and the dancefloor, where all of his friends were dancing together. despite having found a more secluded spot, he was sure someone would notice if he'd kiss you right now. though he really couldn't keep away from you for long… 

"luka… i always smile like that"

you replied amused, gently resting a hand on your boyfriend's cheek, only for him to remove it and take your hand into his own. 

"then i guess i never realized how pretty you look…" luka leaned in a bit. "i really, really want to kiss you right now…" 

you could feel his breath against your lips and the loud music in the background. yet somehow, luka's breathing sounded so much louder than the music, as he tried to control himself and stop himself from pulling you into a kiss. 

"and the others? if they see us, they–"

"would it be selfish if i said i don't care anymore…? i know they're our friends, but… as our friends, they should be happy for us! and nothing would make me happier than kissing you already…"

luka was barely holding himself back anymore. his lips shaking with anticipation, just waiting to finally meet yours. 

"just one kiss, alright?"

you both know that it wouldn't stay at just one. but luka mumbled a quick "sure" out, before pressing his lips onto yours, his hands finding their way onto your hips and pulling you closer. you closed your eyes, immersing yourself into the moment. after a few seconds, luka pulled away for a quick second to gasp for air, only to press his lips onto yours for a second and then third kiss. 

you only pulled away from each other when you heard someone approach, a familiar voice calling out to the two of you. 

"is everything okay…?"

you quickly pulled away from each other. luka towered over you, covering adrien's view of you, which led to the model only getting a good view of luka's back. 

you stared into luka's eyes for a moment, a panicked look on both of your faces, before you put on a smile and turned around to face your friend. 

"yeah, all good here!" luka smiled, trying to look as calm as he always did. "i just… got my necklace entangled in their clothes… you know how it is!"

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to grin after that awful lie luka told. and yet, adrien seemed to buy it. 

"oh, i see! then, if you don't mind, would you like to dance with me, y/n..?"

you turned to luka for a moment, almost as if asking for his permission. though in the end, you knew you had no reason to refuse adrien's request. 

"sure, i'd love to!" you replied and the blonde boy's face lit up. "we'll talk again later then, luka~!"

[shara-dreamer]

(Platonic) Uzi x Detective! Brother reader

A/n: I am so sorry if this is short or ooc I am very tired also I am both ok and not ok after the series ending.

you are the eldest child of the doorman family, Uzi's older brother. I guess both of you could be considered disappointments since you didn't go into the door business either. 

You are a detective who never really had much to do, but you did support Uzi's idea of defending against the disassembly drones. You helped her build her railgun and even had her make a smaller one for you to carry around, just in case. 

You met N with her and even stood by her with her self imposed banishment, but you didn't say anything to your dad before you left. You didn't have anything left to say to him as you already weren't afraid to speak against your dad. 

You were just as tired of all of this hiding since you were there when your mom died when uzi was just a baby. 

You did get a call about some missing drones since you seemed to be one of the few detectives that actually did your job, so you snuck back in under the lie of going to look for more machine parts.

When you got inside, you started looking around, noting the mass amount of “absolute solver” messages burned into the wall and also went to investigate the dead drone bodies.

It was all a blur of pain and bullets before you dived behind a wall, looking down at the gun with you bleeding oil, 15 minutes until recharge. “Damn it damn it.” you hissed, hearing running and screaming, quickly getting up to follow it.

You slid to a stop by uzi, who was pointing her railgun at multiple camera looking things. “Y/n? What are you doing here? I thought you were looking for machine parts.” Uzi glanced in between you and the eldritch horror, taking note of your hurt arm and oiled stained jacket.

“Yeah, I uh, I lied.” You replied.

“Why would you lie about going back? Are you hiding things from me?” Uzi demanded.

“No, I’m not hiding things from you, I wanted to see what was happening, scout ahead to see how dangerous it was and well..we both see how that ended.” You replied, motioning to J. “So what's with the freaky robot worm camera monster?”

“What’s with the voice, J?” Uzi asked, pointing the rail gun at her.

“Oh, J’s not here. We are trying to repair that host as per our directive.” The robotic voice spoke, showing a hologram of the decapitated J.

“So you are a program?” Uzi asked.

“That explains all the signs I saw.” You muttered.

“More like you are our cute puppets. It hurts our feelings you don’t remember us.” 

Both you and uzi looked horrified, you more so, “Mom..” You breathed, your voice barely audible. That same symbol being shared between Nori and baby Uzi. 

“N? What’s with the mom hologram?”

“Easier to assimilate than explain.”

“Not. Happening.” You spoke firmly, voice shaking from either rage or fear, stepping in front of Uzi, holding an arm out to protect her, gripping your normal gun, knowing it wouldn’t do much. 

“Fair, but poor choice. Now we will have to do something shocking.” J’s head came down and pulled out your dad.

“Whoa – hey!” Uzi charged forward, you quick on her heels.

“Goodbye, dad.” Khan ripped your dad in half, tossing his body aside like nothing, making both of you freeze as J bit into his head, oil pouring to the ground. 

The monster charged at you two, putting your body in front of Uzi to protect her, a missile coming out of nowhere and firing at the creature. 

“Wait, what?”

“Uzi, shoot!” N exclaimed, “Or give it to me!” “Give me the gun, Uzi!” You exclaimed while N fired at the creature.

“Close one. Snarl.”

“Uzi, You good?” N asked.

“No.” Her voice trembled, making your heart hurt as she gave the gun to N.

“Uzi look out!-”

“Pranked, idiot.” The solver laughed, smacking the two of you back, “You big stupid.” You both hit the wall with a grunt as the rail gun was destroyed.

“Uzi!” You yelled through a strained voice as the solver grabbed her. 

“Lucky for you, it’s snack time. Time to go into my mouth now.” 

You were cut free by N and you stumbled towards uzi, N grabbing the both of you as the rail gun exploded, luckily N’s wings protected the two of you. The hologram of your dad disappeared and a weird black ball floated away, “W-what was– which parts of that were real?” Uzi’s voice trembled.

“Breath…” You said quietly. It was hard to tell if you were saying it to her or to yourself.

Some weird crab creature jumped from the rubble “Sneaky, sneaky. Sneaking away. Get snuck-up on.” N stabbed it, thankfully, with a collections of ‘ows’ from it before it turned into another black sphere. 

The sound of people were getting closer and n walked over, offering a hand and then tried to reach out to uzi, but you grabbed his wrist with a glare, holding an arm in front of uzi as she gasped and flinched, looking up at n fearfully and he pulled away, noting how your own hand was shaking. 

“What..are you things?”

The two of your watched as N slowly backed away and the people drew closer. 

“Uzi? Y/n?” Your father carefully called out. “What are you doing h-” He was cut off by uzi hugging him tightly, but you stood by, holding your arm as khan hugged back, motioning for the other officers to search further. 

Later at home, uzi was asleep in her room and you sat at the table with a heavy sigh, your arm patched up and jacket resting behind you. “What happened back there?” Khan asked, more like demanded.

“I’ve already told you..” You muttered, rubbing your forehead, you suddenly felt very tired. 

“It still sounds ridiculous.” Khan sighed. 

“More ridiculous than what mom was always muttering about..?” You raised your head slightly, khan looking slightly guilty at the mention of your mother. “Look, those things are inside now and uzi is going to keep looking into them, whether you want her to or not, no matter what I say or tell her to do. Are you going to help us, or keep hiding like the coward you are?” “y/n-” “That thing showed us mom, this ‘solver’ or whatever it is, knew mom and Uzi's eye has that symbol, just like mom did and it shares that resemblance to the drawings mom did. Something big is happening and you seem content in just letting it fester and ignoring it, putting me and uzi in danger.” You were agitated, getting up in his face. The silence was tense as the two of you stared at each other.

You let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing your jacket and heading to the door as you put it on, “W-wait! Where are you going?” Khan called out after you.

“I’m going to get a drink.” 

[xxaraaq]

𝙎𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚

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word count | 5.6 k

cw | suggestiveness, smut, that's really it

Choso x Black!reader

A/N | Sorry that I haven't posted in a long time. This is really shitty but I wanted to post something for Halloween before I probably disappear again. I hope you enjoy. Also, the costume is the first one when you click on the link.

Choso wasn’t one to be at any type of social event, much less a Halloween party. He hated everything there – from the alcohol filled bodied rubbing against each other to the shitty costume, he could barely stand the thought of it.

He’s always preferred to stay in and watch any horror movie franchise ranging from Saw to the Conjuring. It was one of the best ways to spend the night in his opinion, and he wouldn’t think in a million years that it would ever change. 

Until you.

He doesn’t even know how he bagged you, with the fashion sense of a borderline homeless man, to a face he would consider as pale as a corpse. But he did, and easily at that. You were obsessed from the moment you saw him in the dining hall. It was early – around 8 AM, when you first met. He made your heart drop down to your stomach, and you knew then and there that you were gonna have him.

Safe to say he was surprised when you came up to him in nothing but a hoodie, pj pants, and a bonnet asking for his number. He thought you had him mistaken for somebody else, even looking side to side with a look full of confusion. “Ain't nobody behind you if that’s what you're looking for.”

He looked at you before looking at your phone, taking it in his hand before quickly typing his number into it, “Here you go.” He says, an unreadable look on his face. You chuckled playfully, taking your phone with a confidence he’s never seen before. “I’ll see you later I guess.” You smirk, walking away with an extra sway in your hips.

What the fuck is wrong with me, saying ‘here you go’, shit is mad corny, he thinks to himself, a grimace forming on his face.

Your relationship with him grew fast after that, constantly spending time with each other in your dorms, doing everything from watching shitty comedy movies to talking shit on half of the professors. Seeing you was the highlight of his day, and vice versa. It didn’t help that you were a tease though. With all the lingering touches and possessiveness, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You’ve always had a confident and solid aura, and it didn’t stop when it came to him. You knew that he wasn’t experienced – at least not as much as you – and you honestly didn’t care. You loved when he would go short of breath when you gave him hickies while he was supposed to be doing homework. And you loved it even more when he would moan, whimper even, when you slowly grinded against his crotch. It was a fun game for you, but you were getting restless. 

So when one of your friends told you about the halloween party being hosted that Saturday, you knew that it was your chance. 

“Baby pleaseee, we’ll look so cute together.” You whined, moving the hairs out his face. “Do we have to? Being around that many people for that long doesn’t really sound like an ideal setting to spend Halloween to me.” He sighs, gently grabbing you by the waist, pressing chaste kisses on your shoulder. “You wanna make me happy?” You ask, turning to face him. “Of course I do.” He sways back and forth with you. “Then you’ll do this for me, right?” You say, sultry tone lacing your voice. He stares at you in contemplation, and that’s when you know you have him. “Who do you wanna be? He asks, groaning in defeat.

It works every time.

—

“Choso, come here please.” You ask, pulling your stockings up to your mid thigh. “Come, lemme take a picture of you.” taking your phone. You posed, before taking it back. You knew he wasn’t going to, so you didn’t even bother to take a picture of him. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.” You say, dragging him out the door.

By the time the two of you got there, it was already packed. Music rattling every known surface and people already out in the front yard. When you stepped in the house, the smell of smoke and other substances hit your nose like a truck. You grabbed his hands, leading the two of you to the kitchen.

 “This is soo fun.” He says, pouring you a drink before pouring himself one. “Stop being a pessimist Choso, we just got here.” You say, rolling your eyes. You can tell he’s getting a second and high by the way his eyes are already lidded. “You ok? You're staring y’know.” You joke, taking the rest of your drink down before stepping closer to him. “Oh I am? What, you don’t like it?” He teases, eyes darkening as he pulls you close.

 He breathes in your scent, almost moaning as he feels himself harden. You giggle, dragging your hand against his clothed erection. He hissed at the sudden feeling, but you retract before he gets the chance to fully enjoy it. “Don’t be a fucking tease.” He says lowly, taking your chin in his hand. “You gonna do something about it?” You say, gliding your hand under his shirt. He chuckles, taking your hand in his before leading the two of you upstairs. 

–

You don’t know how it progressed so quickly, but it did. One minute you were making out, practically tearing each other's clothes off. Next, you were grinding against each other like dogs in heat. Now, he was fucking you into the mattress.

“Ohhhh fuckk.” He groans, digging crescents into your hips as he pounded into you. You moaned like a pornstar, gripping his muscular arm as you fucked back. From the way he was hitting your sweet spot like a man starved to the way his balls hit your clit every time he bottomed out in you, you didn’t know how much longer you could last.

“Choso,” you whined. “S’good, sooo good. Keep fuckin’ me like this.” You cry out, tears staining the pillow. He took all of you in, from your angelic moans to the way your ass bounced on his pelvis, it was almost too much for him.

Almost.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, you’re doing so good. S-so good for me.” He sighs, leaning over to press light kissed on your back. He gripped the back of your neck, pulling you back to create a near perfect arch. “You so pretty like this baby, fuck, so pretty.” You could tell that he was about to cum, and you smiled at the fact. “Cum in me.” You gasp out, hand coming to reach for his. “You want me to cum in you? Hmm” He asks, thrusting into you with more fervor than he has the entire night.

“M’cumming, m’cumming, m’cumming.” You chant like a mantra, seeing stars as you cum. “M’close, so close.” He says, still fucking into you. You whine at the overstimulation, slyly going forward to escape his ministrations.

“Where you going? Stop running from this dick, take it like a good girl, okay?” He says, pulling you back as his thrusts become sloppy. You take what he’s giving you, eyes rolling back. “Best pussy I ever had.” He moans, cumming with his final thrusts.

He lays down next to you as you both catch your breath. “If I knew you fucked like this, I would’ve taken you to a party sooner.” You laugh, rolling over onto his chest. He wraps an arm around you, tugging you close. “You make me cum like that again, I’ll go wherever you want.” He says, placing a chaste kiss on the side of your head.

His view on Halloween parties has definitely changed.

-Nene

[clemblog]

Caine’s Lesson - Part 6

•

Pomni had got a lengthy explanation from Ma about the deal with Croco Ranch. Gunmigoo, Max and Chad went out to get resources and find lost citizens who’d managed to escape the Fudge Monster. In the meantime, Ma worked on her own back at the ranch, getting people settled, assigning jobs and slowly building up a civilisation, a home which wasn’t centred around the eye of Caine.

Which was why she was currently getting settled in a little back room at the main barn on the ranch. It was where all the citizens, including Lou herself, were being housed for the time being.

Nobody really wanted to start construction on new buildings until they had a bigger numbers in residents.

There was a few rows of bunk beds, all with little knotted curtains which if Pomni had to guess, Ma had most likely made them so everyone could have some privacy if they needed it! They where pretty cute-

Pomni’s little section had curtains patterned with what looked to be waffles. Her pillow was white put soft, probably made from some kind of marshmallow based material in the world. The knitted blanket sat on the bed was in red and blue, perfectly sized for her.

She would readily admit that this place was so much more comfortable and welcoming than the circus could ever be.

She’d tuck herself into bed as the light in the barn dimmed, the sun setting alongside it. She went to sleep feeling safe, secure and with a small smile on her face. It was the best sleep she’d had in a long time.

It was a few hours later that she’d stir awake. She opened her eyes to hear the barn door be shut quietly and see Gummigoo step inside.

“Gummigoo..?”

“Oh, sorry Poms. Did we wake ya?”

“No- Y-You didn’t. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just swapping out with Chad on night watch.”

“O-Oh. I didn’t even realise you guys where doing that-“

“Figured it was the smart choice considering the fudge is still around.”

“Y-Yeah, it is smart-“

“I’m glad you think so, Ma said it’s one of my better ideas!”

“…Do you want company?”

“Only if you feel like you’ve got enough rest, Poms.”

“I-I don’t mind-

“Come join me on the beams then, Pommy~”

•

“Caine? Caineeeeee? Are you here? I wish to talk to you-“

“What is it Kinger?”

“Aaaaagh-! There you are. I wanted to talk to you about Ragatha-“

“Mm, what about her?”

“She.. isn’t doing well with the whole Pomni being gone thing-“

“So?”

“…I was hoping as our… helpful AI host, you might be able to help her-“

“Why would I want to do that? If Ragatha is struggling so much, Pomni will feel obligated to come back to us.”

“Well- Yes- But aren’t you worried about Ragatha you know-“

“If so, she’ll go to the pit with everyone else.”

“…Caine-“

“And someone else will help me make Pomni come back.”

“…”

“Kinger?”

“..You’re not the guy I once knew Caine-“

“…Oh. Well. People change Kinger.”

“…You’re not a person. You’re an AI and you where my best friend-“

“…”

“…The only reason I’m keeping my sanity, is for Ragatha. I hope you know that.”

“…Kinger-“

“If I she goes, I go. And that’s your fault.”

•

Ragatha was sat on the floor of her room, sniffling. All the worry and sadness was so overwhelming and she couldn’t figure out how to cope in the slightest- It was odd- She used to be so good at coping with her emotions- She could bottle it up for weeks at a type- But now nothing- She couldn’t stop herself from crying for an hour at most! Anytime she did, her thoughts just filled with worry of Pomni and what might’ve happened to her. And then she couldn’t help but sob.

The door to her room slowly pushed open, and the shuffle of a familiar figure stepped into the room. A pair of white gloved hands pulled her into his chest in a comforting manner.

“It’ll be okay Ragatha, I’m here.” Spoke Kinger, patting her back. “There, there.”

She sniffled at this, clinging onto his embrace like a life line. She already felt better. She felt safe and happier in the hold of her Da- Her friend. Her friend.

“I’m sure Pomni will be back soon, there there.”

“T-Thanks Kinger.”

“It is no problem! How about we go and see Zooble and Gangle?”

“A-Alright-“

The pair got up and began the walk to the main area of the circus.

“…What are we doing-“

Ragatha giggled.

“We’re going to see Zooble and Gangle.”

“Ah okay!”

•

“So, any clue what you’re thinking for breakfast in a few hours?” Hummed Gummigoo, wanting to make conversation.

“Oh- I’ll wait to see what everyone else eats before I do-“ Began Pomni.

“Hey.” Spoke Gummigoo, softly, taking her hand. “You don’t have to worry about us having enough food. We’re farmers, if there ain’t enough we’ll make enough.”

Pomni faulted at this with a shy snicker.

“U-Uh no- That’s not why-“ She mused, sheepishly. “Caine uh made it so I don’t need to eat- As the saviour- I can eat- Just it’s more for fun-“

Gummigoo hummed at this gently, watching her speak. “I see. Interesting~ I’ll still be making you a plate regardless. You shouldn’t be deprived one of the joys of life, just because you don’t need it to survive. Crikey, good food is heavenly Pommy, particularly Ma’s pie. I’ll have to see if she’ll make it anytime soon-“

“O-Oh alright.” Chuckled Pomni, Gummigoo was so silly and friendly- And she kinda adored that about him. She didn’t have to doubt for a second that he cared.

“Anywho, another thing.” He continued happily. “Me and lads saw your skills with Lou and wanted to ask if you wanted to head out with us tomorrow.”

“Oh- What for?”

“Just general hunting for supplies and citizens. We’ll try and avoid the fudge, but if we run into it, it ain’t gonna do no harm if we shoot some more bullets into it.”

“I-I can come! I just- don’t really know how to use a gun-“

“Oh alright, how about I teach you after breakie?”

“Y-You’d do that?”

“Course! We don’t want our saviour being unable to defend themselves.”

“A-alright then!”

“It’s a plan, Poms~”

Pomni knew she could be happy here.

Part 7

[d0g-water]

OMG WTH that fic you posted with rubius included was AMAZING !!

Can we maybe get a part two with reader meeting rubius in person during an event she went to with alex, and getting swooped away to a room with him where he performs unholy things on her while alex is distracted?

this is not necessarily cheating! Maybe alex and reader are opening their walls in their relationship and have been trying out new things to spice shit up in the bedroom!!

Like the other anon said, if this is too much for you to write i understand as well!!!

Also your writing is so super amazing!!!

THANK YOU MY LOVE!! like i said before, your wish is my command!!!! heheeheh

btw pretend they're speaking spanish because i'm not making you guys translate everything (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

another lame fortnite event in madrid! of course, you have to go with him because everyone wants to meet you. they all already know what you look like, so you don't understand why they want to hang out with you, despite not really wanting to be on the internet or around huge people.

they're really looking forward to meeting you, and alex already promised that you'll travel with him no matter how far or how busy... you two will be spending quality time together, wether it was far from home or trying disgusting american food in his car.

you don't regret flying to spain with him, it's a gorgeous country... and you had alex by your side, making it even better.

there was one thing though,

meeting rubius.

the guy that listened to you get eaten out during your first ever conversation with him, you were going to meet him.

you had a feeling he hates you for it. he never spoke to you after that day... your name left his tongue as well.

it was really scary, whatever you'd tell him about that incident was just excuses after excuses. he definitely wouldn't want to hear it, he's under the impression that you're unabashed. that you're a slut. that you're trying to keep alexis all to yourself..

it is what it is, though.

even if he's the host of this event, you shouldn't think about him.

you're here for alex and alex only.

as you stood by alexis, he was chatting away and leaving you in the dust. you've met everyone, and you're too shy to approach absolutely anyone. these people are known by millions of people, constantly having the inability to get through a whole day without being stopped by fans or recognized.

you felt really out of place.

before you could think about it, somebody knew it.

somebody knew you didn't belong there.

you let out a small yelp, feeling a strong force on your body. the collar of your shirt was pulled, and your body was thrown into a whole different room... an empty one. a room where there was only a small couch. this must've been the break room or something..

your eyes look back to see who took you here. you didn't know anybody here. from your intuition, you felt it was a man about to harm you.

what would you tell alexis? would it be your fault for not defending yourself? or protecting yourself? knowing you're somewhere you're unfamiliar with, you still weren't prepared?

it didn't matter.

you weren't prepared in the slightest, you weren't prepared for the swarm of emotions that're going to surround you when you see ruben standing behind you,

with the door locked. just him. and you. alone...

your boyfriend far outside the door, not having any idea where you two are.

his gaze let you know that he had just got what he wanted, his mingy smile making you brittle. you can't read him, and you haven't been able to since the start.

he hates you, doesn't he? what is he going to do to you?

your head was pouring with anxious thoughts, each one got worse and worse. you began to sweat, letting fear take over completely as he shifted closer to you.

it felt as if he can hear what your internal voice is saying.

you couldn't bother to think any more...

his intentions were unpredictable, but something tells you that it has nothing to do with hurting you.

his expression softens, guess he noticed how scared you were, but it didn't change the fact that he isolated you two in a room where nobody entered.

his hands cup your cheeks, and oh god, it felt wrong...

this was your boyfriend's close friend. the same guy has a girlfriend of seven years. you had only started dating alexis not even six months ago...

but you couldn't find yourself to care?

if anything, maybe this could finally answer the question you two have had for so long: can another person have sex with you?

ruben is staring right at your lips, his hands lowering to hold your shoulders as you feel your back get cold. he asks you a question that awakens something in you, "did he eat you right?"

you couldn't answer him, all you could do was sigh and tilt your head back. it wasn't that he was bad, it's just that you didn't know how to answer the question. if you said no, would he tell him and ruin the relationship? if you said yes, would he leave you here neglected?

his lips kiss your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. your grip instantly on the sleeves of his oversized shirt, short gasps escaping your mouth- ruben's like a butterfly on your collar, his kisses are long and all over the place. he's leaving no patch of skin spurned.

his large hand squeezed your hip and his tongue is in your mouth, these sensations from a whole new person are exciting you. ruben has always been pretty, and his voice is what made him so much more desirable.

you never thought a moment like this would happen. especially right now. and you are not wasting it.

it was a perfect day to wear a skirt, maybe it was what urged him to do this. his fingers swirled their way to the inner corners of your thighs, and you hear him curse into the kiss.. he's getting impatient?

there weren't any shorts underneath it either, so his tug on your underwear was relentless.

you laid on the random couch with your legs laced around ruben's arms, his sucks on your clit making you squirm- you moan as quiet as you can. no one should hear you. this was going to be hard to explain...

"ruben, fuck..." you whisper, but it felt like it wasn't enough. he's so good at this, maybe cause he's far more experienced than alexis and probably does this to his girlfriend most of the time. you couldn't help but crave for more, knowing there's more that he can do.

the way he eats is a lot more sensational, he touched the spots that're always overlooked.. and he really likes the way you taste. he dives farther in, every single droplet of you relished by him.

he wanted to continue, but he couldn't. he eventually stopped, letting go of your legs, hovering his body over yours..

"you wanna cum, y/n?" he asks, undressing your top carefully.

he's casting a dangerous spell on you, but you don't mind it in the slightest. you let him set your tits free, answering his question, "yes, ruben."

you hear some slight clanking when his hands disappear from your vision, must've been from his belt. you were kind of running out of patience, you wanted his cock inside you now,

but he did the opposite.

you felt his large dick fit between your wet folds, and him leaning into your chest to treat himself with your nipple.

your hands grasp onto the cushions of the couch, his hips gently rocking against your pussy- loud slick sounds echoing around the room, hidden by the loud crowd outside.

"oh god- ah, ruben..." your whine eggs him to keep going, but much better than before.

he grunts at how wet you are on his cock, voice muffling out "you're beautiful.", especially when his tip is swallowed by that lubricious pussy of yours.

fuck, he grinds so good. it was all for one person at first, but now, you're lucky enough to know how fucking amazing he is at this.

your breast is covered in saliva, and now he's leaving splotches around your chest. he's bringing you closer.. you're not sure if he's doing this to tease you, earlier you revealed to him how fragile you are.. how easy it is turn you on.

as stated earlier, you can't read him.

he lets out the hottest groan you've ever heard when he cums, decorating your pelvis with his nut. a part of you really wishes he came inside, but you'll take what you can get.

he lets you cum tonight, on his fingers.

they're long and skinny, like alex's, but his arms never got tired... even at the quick pace he was going when they were inside of you.

he jabbed at your cervix until you couldn't take it anymore, giving you the hardest orgasm you've had in a while. there was almost a mess of cum, and from the looks of it, he was proud.

you heard him speak quietly, "pobrecita."

~

you didn't know what to tell alex. you didn't know how to tell him...

he was going to be really mad that you were doing something you weren't supposed to do with his friend.

you felt guilty and ashamed... you knew it was going to eat you alive if you hid this from him.

you shouldn't have done this to begin with...

as the three of you hung out together,, you were the only one feeling tensed. you didn't know that ruben and alex didn't feel the way you do.

it was a surprise, when alexis asked you if you liked how ruben did you.

saying yes felt wrong, but...

"if you did, when are the three of us doing it?" alexis asked.

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help i dunno what to tag ;-;

[mcleantriestowrite]

Bad Idea - Pt 2

Synopsis: Your step-brother is in debt to Rafe Cameron. Knowing he won’t be able to pay Rafe back, you step up. What a bad idea.

18+

Series content warning –  swearing, slow burn, depictions of aggression, jealousy, drug usage, violence, underage drinking, smut

Chapter content warning – mentions of drug usage, violence, aggression, underage drinking

pt 1

***

The Wreck was generally always slammed. It was reliable work and the owners were nice enough to guarantee you shifts when you were home from college. You never seemed to have a moment to relax on your shifts due to how busy it was.

Except for today.

Of all days, of course today was the one day it was slower than normal. Why wouldn’t it be? Obviously, life had it out for you. 

It was so slow that your friends were able to come visit you at work. Even crazier, you had time to actually sit down and talk to them.

“I say you shouldn’t bail Carson out.” Lacey shrugged. “He’s always pulling you into shit.”

“You didn’t see him.” You shook your head at her. “It was really bad. I think his nose might be broken.”

Caroline took another fry from their shared plate before saying, “I’m with Lacey. Remember when he threw that party in high school and was ‘too hung over’ to clean up? You spent, like, the whole day cleaning so that he wouldn’t get caught.”

Lacey snorted and dipped her fry in ketchup. “Which time?”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s family.”

“He’s your step-brother.” Lacey deadpanned.

Caroline lightly nudged her. “Chill.”

“I’m just saying.” Lacey held her hands up in defense. “You didn’t know him like 3 years ago.”

“I didn’t know you back then either.” You pointed out. “I would do this for you guys, too.”

Lacey and Caroline were among the first friends that you met when you transferred to the private school. Your friendship with them solidified when all three of you decided to go to the same college. Lacey and Caroline were roommates.

“Oh shit,” Lacey laughed. She looked past you towards the entrance then back at you. “Guess who just showed up.”

Your first instinct told you that it was Carson, but when you turned your head you were met with an intimidating set of blue eyes. You immediately slid down in the booth hoping that he wouldn’t notice you yet.

“Maybe he’s just here for food.” Caroline suggested.

“Yeah, for sure.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “I’m sure him showing up to my place of work within the last hour of us being open has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I owe him money.”

“Sorry for being optimistic,” Caroline mumbled.

You groaned, bringing both hands up to rub your face. “I thought he was gonna show up to my house again after my shift. I didn’t think he’d come here.” Though, you had no idea why you never considered this possibility.

“Maybe he was excited to see you.” Lacey teased. She laughed a bit. “He just couldn’t wait.”

You couldn’t help but crack a grin at Lacey’s joke. “No one can resist my charm.”

You felt yourself tense up when you saw the host approaching you with an apologetic look on her face.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but you just got seated.” She told you. 

You sighed and nodded your head. “Thanks, Elliot.” When the girl left, you turned to your friends. “I’m assuming he’s going to wait until the end of my shift when I get paid. You guys can go ahead and leave. I’ll meet y’all the Boneyard later.”

Caroline looked at you with a small frown on her face. “Are you sure? I wanted us all to ride together.”

You smiled at her. You appreciated that she was hesitant about going without you.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’d have to shower anyway. I don’t wanna make y’all wait on me.” You reassured her. “If you guys want, you can uber there and I can still DD on the way home.”

Lacey tapped her rings against the plastic cup. “Maybe Noah could take us.” She suggested. “That way we wouldn’t have to pay for an Uber.”

You stood up from the table, picking up your notepad and pen. “Sure, if you can convince him.” 

In the 8 months you had been dating Noah, he only attempted to DD once. That attempt ended in you forcing him to leave his truck at the bar due to the several beers he had ended up having.

Lacey smiled at you, “Great.”

As your friends left, you turned to where Rafe was sitting. You felt dread settling into the pit of you stomach. He hadn’t seen you yet, since he was on his phone. You tried to remind yourself of Caroline’s optimism. Maybe he did actually want to eat something. 

Doubtful. But it was a possibility.

You forced a polite smile on your face and walked to Rafe’s table.

“Hey, Rafe.” You greeted. “Can I get you something to drink?”

Rafe looked up at you, studying your face. You did your best not to let your smile falter. He watched you for an awkwardly long period of time. You began to shift uncomfortably on your feet.

“I can give you a minute if you want.” You offered.

“Do you honestly think I’m here for food?” Rafe asked.

You clicked your pen closed and dropped your arms in an exasperated manner. All pretenses of being polite were immediately dropped.

“I don’t know, Rafe.” You sighed. “I’m trying not to make any assumptions about your character.”

He slightly narrowed his eyes at you. “And what assumptions do you already have about ‘my character’?”

Jackass. Womanizer. Jerk. Spoiled. Dick–

“I try not to judge people before I know them.” You settled with.

He let out an amused chuckle. “Right.’

“If you’re here for my money you’re gonna have to wait.“ You told him. “I probably won’t be able to leave for another hour and a half. You might as well get something to eat before the kitchen closes.”

Rafe leaned his head back, scratching his neck like he was annoyed at the whole situation.

“I’ll just take some fries then.”

You blinked, not actually expecting him to get anything. You half expected him to make some comment about waiting for you at your house or outside or something.

“Oh. Sure.” You quickly scribbled it down to give to the kitchen.

“And I’m not tipping you.”

This time you did roll your eyes. “I assumed.” You clicked your pen closed and walked to the kitchen.

Fries were normally ready pretty much every moment of the day due to the popularity of it. You got them within 30 seconds of asking one of the line cooks. You could go back and give Rafe his fries quickly.

Or you could make him wait. 

You slowly smiled to yourself, thinking about it.

You weren’t going to make him wait too long in reality. The kitchen was hot and the cooks were cranky, so you didn’t want to be back there. You were also still a little scared of Rafe. Not a lot, but enough to where you didn’t want to piss him off too much. But the few extra minutes of defiance for some reason felt so good.

You came back out to Rafe, placing his plate and water on the table. He picked up a fry, inspecting it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

He shrugged. “Making sure you didn’t spit in my food.”

You crossed your arms, offended. “I wouldn’t do that.” You scoffed, then added, “And that’d be obvious on fries. If I wanted my spit to go unnoticed then I would’ve done it in your water.” You tapped your temple a couple times. “You gotta think about these things.”

Rafe looked at you skeptically. “Did you spit in my water?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

Rafe rolled his eyes in response before eating another fry. 

The rest of your shift dragged on. Eventually, Rafe moved to wait on the bench just outside the entrance. You were grateful that you didn’t have to delay any of your closing responsibilities for him. 

After tipping out the bar, the kitchen, and the host, you had nearly $250 that you were able to give Rafe in addition to the $350 you had from the day prior. There was a very small amount you were allowing to keep for yourself, but he didn’t need to know that.

You frowned as you looked around the restaurant, wishing there was something else you could do to stall the inevitable. Sighing, you told the bar a quick “goodnight” and went outside to meet Rafe.

Irritatingly, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. He continued to text on his phone. You held out the money in front of his screen wordlessly to get his attention. 

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Rafe drawled.

You opened your mouth to give a snarky reply, but you held back. You just wanted to be done for the day. Giving a tight lipped smile, you spun on your heel to leave.

“Hold up.” His words made you pause in step.

You shut your eyes in frustration when you heard him start counting the money to himself. You turned around to face him again.

“This isn’t even $600. Where’s the rest?”

“I’m working again Wednesday. I can pay you whatever’s left then.”

Rafe shook his head, laughing. “That wasn’t the deal.”

You crossed your arms, feeling anger bubble in your chest. Technically, you didn’t owe Rafe anything. This wasn’t your debt to pay. Rafe was only getting the money from you because obviously he wasn’t going to get it from your step-brother. 

There was an extra $20 you could give him, but it was the principle that made you not want to. You knew you should keep quiet, or maybe even apologize, but you always had a thing with anger. After all, you were your father’s daughter.

“We never had a deal. Maybe if you did something better with your life besides dealing drugs then you wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.”

Rafe’s face went blank for a moment. It was a terrifying neutral that should’ve been your hint to start running, but you knew from experience that running from someone’s anger would only make it worse. You tried to keep your face passive, but you couldn’t help but to take a step back when Rafe stood up to tower over you. You stared at his chest not wanting to meet his eye.

“You wanna try saying some shit again?” He asked. You clenched your jaw and continued to stare straight at his chest. “Huh? You want me to get the rest from your brother?” Rafe pressed.

“I don’t have anything else. I can get you the rest Wednesday.”

“I’m not waiting until Wednesday.”

God, he was so impatient. You’d think someone like him would be fine waiting a few days for $150. It was almost like he actually needed the money.

You blinked, the sudden realization crashing down on you.

Did Rafe need the money?

If you basically shamed him for sounding desperate, would he back down? Your heart sped up as you contemplated trying out your theory. You swallowed nervously before speaking.

“I mean, if you really need the money, I can check my car to see if I have any extra lying around.” You tried your best to keep your tone as innocent as possible.

Rafe narrowed his eyes at you. “I don’t need anything, pogue.”

You felt a little more confident, feeling as if your plan was working. “Sorry,” you said. “Just trying to be nice.”

Rafe stared at you for a long, lingering moment. For a second, you were scared he would hear how loud your heart was beating. 

You began to wonder if you had pushed your luck too much tonight. What if he ended up taking his anger out on Carson?

The silence was loud, the way he was watching you was even louder. After those deafening few minutes, Rafe left without another word.

You let out a loud breath you didn’t realize had been holding.

***

“There she is!” Noah cheered with a slurred voiced.

The Boneyard was in full swing by the time you had showered, gotten dressed, and driven over. Carson was at the house and there was no sign that Rafe had been there to harass him, so you considered your earlier interaction with the kook king a small victory.

You laughed at the way Noah was swaying a bit. “Yeah – you’re welcome.” You joked. “The party can officially start now.”

“Noah–” Lacey stumbled up to you and your boyfriend with a wide grin. Her smile slightly faltered when she saw you. “Oh, you’re here! I was just about to ask Noah where you were.”

“I’m here.” You smiled. “I like your top.”

“Thanks.” Was all she said in return. You had expected her to start talking about where she had gotten it from. She loved talking about that kind of stuff. Instead, the three of you stood in silence. You weren’t sure why, but you began slowly nodding your head.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” You announced. “I’ll be right back.” You just wanted to rid yourself of the awkward atmosphere.

You greeted a few people on the way to the cooler you spotted upon arrival. You grabbed one of the water bottles for yourself since you knew you were going to be driving everyone home later.

“Hey, pogue!”

The familiar voice made you tense up, and you felt torn between rolling your eyes and shooting him your middle finger, or leaving the Boneyard all together to avoid confrontation. Unfortunately, your indecision gave Rafe enough time to catch up to you.

God, you just couldn’t get rid of this guy.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“Big word,” You mumbled low enough so that he wouldn’t hear.

“You still owe me $150, yeah?”

You didn’t really want to answer him. He already knew this. You eyed him warily.

“You’ll get the rest on Wednesday–”

“Here’s the deal,” Rafe interrupted. “I’m not waiting that long.”

You crossed your arms, shrugging. “Well, I can’t get you any more money until then, and my brother definitely can’t. So…” You trailed off.

“So,” Rafe began. “That’s where my proposition comes in.”

You continued to eye him, hesitantly. You weren’t sure where he was going with this. 

Rafe continued, “There’s a party tomorrow night. If you show up and help promote the shit I’m selling, I won’t go after your brother for you not paying me the rest tonight.”

You stayed silent and tried your best to ignore the protest that was forming in your mouth.

This wasn’t fair. But he knew that. He knew it wasn’t fair — that this wasn’t even your debt to pay. Rafe just didn’t care.

“I don’t want to help you sell drugs–” You tried to say.

“You’re being dramatic.” He scoffed. “All you’d need to do is tell people where I am and what I have.”

“I really don’t want to be involved in that.”

“You’re already involved.”

“Rafe–”

“Everything good over here?”

Both you and Rafe turned your heads to see Noah quickly approaching. He had a hardened expression on his face. He made direct eye contact with you. “Is he bothering you?”

“None of your concern, Williams.” Rafe waved him off.

You eyes flickered between Noah and Rafe, concerned about where this was headed. Noah was obviously wasted already. He was always a tad on the aggressive side when drinking. Rafe was…Rafe. This could end very badly very fast.

“Nah, I think it is my concern, man.” Noah began to invade Rafe’s personal space. “Since I heard you’ve been harassing my girlfriend.”

Briefly, you wondered who had filled him in on the situation. You hadn’t told him about what happened the night prior.

“Noah, it’s fine.” You told him. “Let’s just go back to everyone else.” You lightly took hold of Noah’s arm to lead him away.

“Yeah, Noah.” Rafe grinned mockingly. “We’re good.”

You shut your eyes in annoyance. Rafe’s condescending attitude wasn’t helping anything. Without a second thought, Noah ripped his arm out of your grip.

“Oh, we’re good?” Noah stepped up to Rafe again.

“Noah–” You tried to protest.

“Yeah,” Rafe antagonized. He nodded over at you. “Your girlfriend thinks we’re good.” Noah clenched his jaw at the comment.

You rolled your eyes at the comment. “Stop trying to instigate. You’re really bad at it.” He was actually good at it, but you wanted to get under his skin. “Noah, let’s go.”

Noah continued to glare at Rafe, but when you tugged at his arm, Noah began to leave with you.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Rafe called out at the two of you. “Follow her like a bitch!”

Noah ripped away from you faster than you could process.

“Hey–”! You started to protest.

Your yell cut out with a startled gasp when Noah swung at Rafe. You stumbled back, not wanting to be in the area of impact.

A crowd started forming quickly from the commotion. Caroline caught up to you fast.

“What happened?” She rushed out.

An irritated expression formed on your face remembering the events leading up to this. You kissed your teeth. “Testosterone.” You tore your eyes away from the boys to look at your friend. “Where’s Lacey?”

“She went to get her sweatshirt out of Noah’s car.” Caroline told her. They both flinched when Rafe tackled Noah to the ground. Now on top of him, Rafe began punching Noah in the face with an open fist.

You looked around at everyone who was either egging on the fight or filming. Some were doing both.

“Is no one gonna do anything?” You asked, exasperated.

Caroline scoffed. “You mean, is anyone going to get involved in a fight with Rafe Cameron?” She threw back at you.

You grimaced as the fight moved towards the water. You began to take a step forward, but Caroline shot her hand out to stop you. “Terrible idea – truly.”

Noah suddenly broke himself free of Rafe’s hold. “What’s up, Cameron? Your daddy’s passing you over as president so now you’re acting out?” He taunted. “Is that it?”

Your eyes widened at Noah. He was definitely only making the situation worse.

Rafe lunged at Noah again, gripping his shirt in tight hold. He shoved Noah to the ground before slamming his fist in your boyfriend’s face over and over. Your breath hitched in your throat, you felt your nerves seeping into your lungs. This was going from bad to worse.

Lacey ran up to you and Caroline. “What happened?!” She exclaimed. “I left for literally five minutes!”

“What do we do?” Caroline panicked.

You brought both hands up to your face and ran them over the top of your head. You didn’t know what you were going to do. You had pulled Noah out of dumb bar fights before, but none of them were as bad as this one.

You tried your best to focus, but your head was going fuzzy. Noah’s movements became slower, filling you with dread. For a moment, you were legitimately worried that Rafe would kill him.

“Hey, Rafe! You did enough!” You recognized one of Rafe’s friends push forward from the crowd. “Hey – chill out!” His friend got a hold of Rafe. He must’ve been severely out of it. Rafe nearly swung at him.

“Stay out of this, Top!” He shoved his friend back.

Suddenly the sounds of the crowd were broken up by the louder sounds of sirens.

“The cops are here!” You heard someone yell. More people began to yell out the arrival the police.

You used the opportunity to rush over to your boyfriend.

“Noah?” You crouched to your knees so that you could get a better look at him. Noah slowly blinked his eyes, but didn’t address you. His face was nearly unrecognizable. Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Noah!” You raised your voice to get his attention. “Can you hear me?

He still wasn’t answering, no matter how much you pleaded. You cursed under your breath. You took his arm and slung it over your shoulder to try and pull him up, but he was too heavy for you.

“Hey, hey. Let me help.” You looked up to see a guy that you recognized from the private school. He got on the other side of Noah and helped you lift him up.

“Thank you,” You breathed out.

“Don’t mention it.” He grunted out.

“Lacey, do you still have his keys?” You asked as you approached your friends again.

“Yeah, I got ‘em.” Her voice was panicked. “Is he okay?”

“Can you unlock his car and push down the back seats? We’re gonna need to lay him down.”

Lacey shot you and Noah one more worried look before sprinting to where the car was parked.

You weren’t sure how long it took you to get Noah to his car, but you were scared out of your mind the whole time. Caroline opened the door to the backset and you laid him down with the help of the guy from high school.

You closed the door on him and ran to the drivers seat. You were going to have to leave your car here and hope for the best.

“I’m gonna have to take him back to mine.” You didn’t really say to anyone specific. You just felt like you needed to talk or you would start spiraling. “His parents can’t see him like this.”

“We can stay over, too.” Lacey offered.

You didn’t say anything in response, you only started the engine. You looked ahead down the street to see everyone running to their cars or into the nearby trees. You paused on the one person looking your way.

That pair of intimidating eyes you never could escape was holding you ransom.

[cg-sunnyd]

reminder: there is nothing wrong with being a padded regressor, whether you use diaps actively or simply for comfort. this extends to out of regression as well, if you are someone who uses them for medical reasons! this account is safe and welcoming towards padded regressors!

(idea suggested by @ittybittybabyone - thank you for the idea!)

🧸snug and safe💝

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sometimes, it could be hard regressing at home. it was a secret from your family, whether it was because you didn't want to share it or weren't sure it'd be taken well, you simply hadn't told anyone about it.

luckily, your caregiver lived nearby! if you were feeling small, you could easily go over and see them, or they'd come over and pick you up. once back at their house, it was just a matter of getting into something comfortable and playing a game, reading a book, having lunch, or any of the other numerous things both of you liked to do together.

one thing that was the best about going to your caregiver's house was also sometimes the scariest. it had taken ages to get to bravery to shyly share with your caregiver that you maybe, sometimes, maybe thought it would be nice to try and wear some extra protection. your caregiver had laughed and before you could feel upset, they had admitted that they had bought some pull-ups and diapers just in case. it was only on occasion, because they could be hard to get, but it was enough.

today was saturday - finally the end of the week. between work and having to help host your relatives, it had been a terribly stressful week, and you were so looking forward to a weekend of nothing but snuggles and cuddles and playtime. as you waited by the driveway, you felt a bang of regret as you recalled that nearly a month ago, you'd used your last pull-up. but before you could linger on that, the familiar gray car pulled up.

"hey! come on, get in the car!" your caregiver called, their voice casual. as soon as you got in the car, however, their voice softened. "hey, buddy! i'm so happy to see you- i know it was a really hard week, huh?" they don't waste any time in turning on your favourite fun playlist as they pull into the street.

"really hard week. my cousins are annoying." you frowned and nodded, picking at your sleeve. they smile understanding at you, and pat your shoulder.

"well, don't worry! i made sure to pick up your favorite snacks and dinner foods, and even got some sippy cups of juice all ready in the fridge for us. plus, another surprise." they wink at you. immediately, it catches your interest.

"a surprise? what kinda surprise?" you ask eagerly, but your caregiver just grins. you keep trying to guess on the way to their house, just about ten minutes away, but they don't give you any clues. instead, they just usher you into the house.

"why don't you go pick a sippy cup out and go in the living room to pick a movie?" they suggest. you huff, but the excitement in your eyes is clear. you choose a yellow sippy cup of fruit punch and wander into the living room. pillows and blankets line the floor, the couch and cushions carefully set up to be a perfect cuddly nest.

you've barely picked your movie - a carebear movie - when they reappear. they've got something behind their back, and you gasp when they reveal the polka-dotted tote bag you use as a diaper bag.

"i know you weren't looking forward to this week, so i made sure to get something to help you feel really cozy and comfortable. come on over, bugga-boo." your caregiver coos, and you waste no time in scrambling up and crashing into them with a delighted shout.

with ease, they settle you onto the special blanket they kept in the bag, snagging the pajamas you picked out. after letting you pick out the pull-up you wanted (zoo animal themed!), they poke at your sides teasingly as they help get you changed up. your caregiver pauses to check the tabs and ensure it fits all nice and snug.

"you comfy, bugga?" your caregiver asks as they help tug your pajama shirt on. you nod happily, tossing your arms around them.

"you're the best, bubba," you say, feeling a bit shy despite everything. they just kiss you on the forehead and guide you back to the comfy nest in the living room.

"and you're the best too," they add as they settle next to you, letting you rest your head on their shoulder. they start the movie, and you squirm a bit to get comfortable before letting out a happy sigh.

as you drink your juice and enjoy the movie, the stress of the week seems so far away. all that matters is that you're happy and comfortable, and your caregiver is just as happy. it'll be a great and relaxing weekend for you both, no doubt.

[atinyjules]

Hi can I request a bf! Doyoung (treasure) scenario, the story is up to you but can you make it like a bit suggestive hehe tyia🫶

Baby I'm Yours Ft. Kim Doyoung

A/n: This was requested! I've never done anything suggestive but since I'm 18 now...maybe I can test the waters with this one 🌚

I'm not too great with suggestive ones but I hope this was a good first try.

Soo here ya go!

Genre: romance, suggestive, fluff, established relationship au

Pairings: Boyfriend!Doyoung x Fem oc

Warnings: swearing and suggestive (nothing too crazy)

"Babyy! How are you not done yet?" Your amazing boyfriend of three years whined from the living room as you got ready for your best friend Haruto's birthday party.

"We still have an hour, chill." You said and rolled your eyes as you did your hair.

"But don't take too long!" He complained making you sigh as you continued styling your hair.

After finishing your hair you stood up and changed into your outfit for the night. Haruto being the cool dude he was (well at least he thinks he is) decided to host a black outfits only themed party. So of course you wore a simple but elegant black mini dress. Before heading out, you looked over at the very expensive luxury perfume bottle Haruto gifted you on your birthday sat on the vanity. Promising that it would make Doyoung stick to you like glue, Haruto insisted you wear it to the party.

I haven't really gotten a chance to wear it yet anyways.

You took it and spritzed the perfume on yourself and walked out of the bedroom to see your boyfriend fixing his hair in the mirror.

"I'm donee!" You say in a bright tone making him let put a sigh of relief.

"Finally! Can we go...now." The last word came out in a softer tone as Doyoung stood there speechless with his jaw on the ground as you made your way towards him.

"What?" You ask while closing his mouth.

"Damn...you look...gorgeous." He says before breaking into a proud smirk and twirling you around, then pulling you to him by your waist. He takes in your scent and pulls back to look at you with a new sense of confidence.

"New perfume?" He asks making you chuckle as you nod.

"Yup, you like it?" You ask but instead of responding to your question he pulls you in for a passionate kiss as his hands roam around your waist.

"Can we just not go?" He whispers in your ear as he presses a kiss to your jaw.

"No, Haruto will be upset. Besides, didn't you want to go from the start? Now, stop kissing." You say in hopes of pushing him off of you but he only tightens the grip on your body.

"Haruto can wait, I can't. " He says in a soft tone and presses a trail of kisses to your jaw down to your neck.

"You can wait, Haruto can't...it's his birthday baby. Come on, now stop being sappy." You say making him whine as he crashed his lips into yours. After resisting for a while you let yourself melt into the kiss and wrap your hands around his neck as he caresses your cheek.

After breaking the kiss to breathe he looks at you with a smile.

"Does that mean we can skip?" He asks making you smile as you wrapped an arm around his neck and used the other to wipe the red tint of your lipstick from his lips.

"Nope, now be a sweetheart and go put Haruto's gifts in the car while I retouch my makeup." You say making him groan and give up as he took the gifts to the car.

While you retouched your make up, you looked at the ysl libré perfume bottle and sighed.

"Guess Haruto wasn't lying after all." You say with a smile and head to the car to go to Haruto's party.

After Doyoung pulled up infront of Haruto's place you were about to get out of the car when Doyoung pulled you by the seat belt and locked you in place before latching his lips on you again.

"We could just drop off the gifts and wish him a happy birthday and be on your way home...what do you say?" He whispered after breaking the kiss.

"No, Haruto is my best friend...we can't just ditch him." You say with a smile before pecking his lips and getting out of the car.

"And I'm your boyfriend...Aeraaa!" He called out your name with a whine as you left him in the car.

×××

"There's the birthday boy!" You cheered as Haruto proudly opened his arms and let you hug him.

"You're late." He said making you laugh and apologize as Haruto broke into a smile.

"I'm just messing with you." He said and made his way to give Doyoung a bro hug.

"Happy birthday bro." Doyoung said with a smile as Haruto nodded proudly.

"Thanks, sooo what do you think of the party?" Haruto asked while spreading his arms to motion at the decor.

"It's so you, oooh a bar!" Doyoung said and slipped away as Haruto looked at you with a knowing look.

"What's got him so...weird?" He asked as you rolled your eyes.

"He kept insisting that we skip the party." You say making Haruto laugh.

"Well, now you owe me 10 dollars." He said making you scoff as he smirks.

"I told you the perfume is magic." Haruto says proudly making you sigh as he pushed you towards the bar.

"Go cheer up loverboy before he becomes a sad boy." He says making you chuckle as you thank him and head to where Doyoung sat and drank a cocktail on his own.

"Hey, baby." You say in a sweet tone as he looks up at you happily.

"Are we leaving?" He asks in an excited tone as you shake your head.

"Nope, buuut I'm here!" You say in a cheerful tone as doyoung pulls you by the waist and puckers his lips, asking for a kiss which you happily give.

"Baby I'm yours." He whispers in your ear making you giggle.

"Why so sudden?" You ask as he presses a kiss you your ear making a shiver run down your spine.

"I just thought that you should know before we head home." He whispered in your ear.

Oml this was so weird. I'm sorry the ending was weird. I didn't know how to end it so I just abruptly ended it like that cuz...well...my mindwas not cooperating iugwim.

But I hope it was good enough!🥹🎀

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖✨️

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Seungkwan and Jeonghan's friend swap Pt. 1

Full series

Pairing: Seungkwan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, mature themes

Word count: 4.7k

tags: awkward convos, mentions alcohol, shy!kwan, heavy pining, car sex, oral (give and receive), dirty talk, praise kink, pussy drunk!kwan, body worship, hair pulling, cum swallowing, squirting

Summary: Seungkwan likes Jeonghan's friend while Jeonghan is more than willing to be the perfect distraction to entertain Seungkwan's friend. Looks like they're switching besties for the night.

Please read on browser the app is being weird 😭

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon

Seungkwan had every right to be nervous tonight. This would be the first time he was breathing the same air as you outside a campus setting and he couldn't be more terrified. He had tried curating the perfect ensemble, nothing too much, nothing too casual, and all paired with floral musk cologne to seal the deal. Yet despite all that effort, he’d still turn to his closest friend an irritable amount of times for a second opinion, probably curating sweat stains while he's at it.

“I’ve told you no for the 20th time didn’t I?”

“Yeah, I know," he mumbles through his nerves, "I just. I don’t want them to think I’m a total dork or loser.”

They roll their eyes before taking either side of his shoulder, attempting to shake the jitters out of him. “You are fine, don’t worry. Look, they’re right there just go talk to them.”

He spots you instantly just as they mention,  already talking amongst a crowd of people with a familiar figure standing beside you, slowly fading the smile that initially began to form.  “Shoot, they’re with Jeonghan. That guy can be so intimidating. I can't."

They furrow their brows, squinting in the man’s direction, “What, that Tim Burton character? He’s nothing, you're fine. Just walk up to them. Say hi, or something.”

Seungkwan shakes his head frantically, feeling anxious tingling in his hands. “No way, I will shit my pants with that guy around.”

“Then, I’ll distract him, hmm? So then you can talk to Y/n and have nothing to worry about.”

"Really," he ask, eyes sparkling in gratitude, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, I would. Now just focus on getting some privacy and I'll handle the rest."

Seungkwan took their word for it, seeing their reliability in progress as they scoop Jeonghan's attention away almost immediately, dragging him to a corner of that that Seungkwan couldn't even make out despite watching. That leaves you on your own, sipping on your beer while you hummed to the music absentmindedly. In little steps, he trudges toward your side, politely greeting you when you finally meet eyes as you both rest against the bar counter. "Hi."

"Hey," you nod.

And in an instant, silence for all to hear it, louder than any of the songs playing in the background. You leisurely drink the beer you were handed moments ago, quietly watching Seungkwan internally panic in the corner of your eyes. You anticipated the words to come out of his mouth next, clueless about what’s about to come next.

"Having a good time?" he finally asks.

To which, you shrug, "Just got here."

"Right. Of course."

It was like you were playing the quiet game from your adolescent years and somehow you were both winning. Both of you kept matching awkward expressions: the same tight-lip smile, scrunched-up eyes that feigned having a good time, and tense shoulders that didn't show any sign of going down. You couldn’t look more like strangers.

“So.”

“So.”

This was killing him. He had to say something. Anything.“So, how do you know the host?”

You politely grin. “They were in my calculus class, we traded notes sometimes. You go to our college too, don’t you? We took Queer and Gender studies together. Seungkwan.”

He nods excitedly, finally seeing this encounter go somewhere for the first time. “Yes, that’s how we know each other. So, how was that class for you?”

“Interesting, I guess. Good, educational. You?”

“Same, same.”

And then some more of that dreadful silence. For Seungkwan, this was the worse possible situation he could be in. Here he was, standing next to the person of his dreams, striking out entirely. He’s almost already planning his escape, looking for a scapegoat to quietly leave you alone without him looking like some loner freak that can’t talk to people without sweating buckets. Maybe it was better off that it ended at that. One painfully clumsy conversation at a party neither of you will remember again. Yeah, he wouldn’t have to remember this again, when in fact he knew it’d be all that he’d remember for months. The moment he failed before he could even try.

“So” your awkward chuckles breaking out between every deafening silence, “obviously this is going…swimmingly. I thought it might be good to point out I don’t really go to parties. Just thought I would go since I was invited and Jeonghan really wanted any excuse to drink, so, sorry for not providing the most stimulating conversation.”

Seungkwan shakes his head reassuringly, somewhat relieved that he wasn’t alone. “I don’t really party much either.”

“I kinda got that.” You laugh warmly.

“Sorry.” Seungkwan laughs along.

“Well, at least neither of us is awkward alone.”

Seungkwan feels himself loosen up, relaxing his smile after seeing yours. He looks at you you finish and tosses away the can from the corner of his eyes before conjuring up that you perhaps wouldn’t mind. “True, could be worse. But if you want…Maybe you wanted to get out of here? There’s a pretty cliff that overlooks the city not far off from here.”

You scoff, brows furrowing in feigned suspicion. “Not gonna lie…Sounds like the beginning of a murder.”

His eyes shoot open, putting out his hands to shake in front of himself defensively. “I swear it isn’t.”

“That’s exactly what a murderer would say.” You lightheartedly point out.

“I’d say trust me but that doesn’t sound exactly reassuring either, huh?”

God, your laugh was infectious and your smile was impossible for anyone to emulate. If he could serve it on a platter, he's had it as a last meal, and all because of him. He almost couldn't believe it, you found him funny. 

“You know what, I'll take my chances. I weighed my options: I either have a great time or hey, I’ll be famous on the news of my death. Maybe. So you driving?”

Seungkwan, only having a faint idea at the time, would be wrapped around your finger more than he already had been. How he was gonna make it to the scenic location in one piece behind the wheel, he had no idea. His hands trembling to clutch on, his eyes tried to stay glued on the road in front of him but were unable to rest the pounding, almost audible, heart rate from his chest. You were a mere foot away from him with the console in between, radiating heat that he couldn’t help but fixate on. 

Throughout the entire ride, he is just conscious of your presence humming along to the song on the radio under your breath. He didn’t have to look back to know how nice you smell: a mixture of cinnamon, cardamom, perhaps vanilla; or know whatever you wore held up in the right places, clinging to your body like a second skin, because he already memorized it the second he saw you. He only knew you from a distance, and now an awkward encounter, but for him, this didn’t feel like some normal crush. It has evolved into infatuation, and if he’s not careful, obsession.

"And here we are!" Seungkwan unbuckles his seat as quickly as he could to finally get out of the car, catching his breath.

"Wow, you were not kidding. You can see our whole town from here!”

You follow right after him to stand by the cliff, seeing the streetlights and bright signs of local businesses blink in in midst of the dark air, flurries of pedestrians coming in and out of each of them. You take in the sights despite having lived here all your life, seeing how different it is from this high up. There was nothing quite like this you’ve ever seen. Seungkwan glances back at you, soon enough remembering a blanket he left behind in the back seat. He goes to retrieve it, your eyes not tearing away from the sky, and only notices his return when to spread it out on the grass. "Here. Sit."

"Thanks," you pop a squat next to him, returning your view to the bustle of the busy streets, "you take a lot of people out here?"

"Not really," he protests, " I just like to come up here sometimes in overwhelming situations--" this overwhelming situation he happened to bring along with him "--It's usually a private place for me and my thoughts."

You watch him from the corner of your eyes, peering at him curiously. "So, why bring me?"

"Thought you would appreciate it."

You hum at that, not suspecting such a simple answer but give him a look of gratitude nonetheless. You share the sky together in silence, a healthy distance in between. It's funny, the silence was all he worried about at the party previously but now he could finally bask in it. He was even finding it soothing for a change. It was just you, him, the city, and the wind. You blink up at the air in admiration, breath taken away by the sights and the untold stories they hold, a movie-eques scene right in the town you reside in. “Wow.”

“Isn’t it?”

Seungkwan kept this place to himself for a long time before deciding to invite you. There was nothing like the view from up here that could compare to anything he’s ever seen better…until he caught a glimpse of you basking in the night sky. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect night.

“The stars are actually really pretty tonight. Probably better because we’re further away from the city’s pollution.” You chuckle to yourself.

Seungkwan wasn't familiar with that kind of humor typically, but at the moment found it pleasant, endearing even. They were signs of you opening up to him. Before he knew it, he was speaking his own mind, thinking if there was a time to do it, it’d be now. “Well, I think you’re prettier, even in the polluted air.”

You turn to him slowly in thought, an unreadable expression on your face, causing Seungkwan to regret even breathing in your direction. “…was that supposed to work like a pickup line?”

His mouth drops to respond, words breaking apart in his brain for sentences long enough to finally stammer, “I was gonna stop at ‘you’re prettier than the stars,’ but it felt wrong to ignore your commentary on pollution.”

You take a moment to process his answer before bursting out into laughter, cupping your hand over your mouth. Seungkwan slowly starts to laugh with you, building up his awkward smiles into full-on chuckles seeing the sincerity in your smile. “You’re a lot funnier than when you put out Seungkwan. Really thought you were all looks.”

His eyes shoot open, falling in disbelief. Were you being for real right now? “You thought I only had looks to offer? You’re kidding.”

You give him a sheepish smile, “Sorry, that sounded offensive now that I say it out loud.”

“Oh! Not that. Um, did you just indirectly call me good-looking?”

You roll your eyes, amused that he was making you repeat yourself, thinking it was an attempt to inflate his ego. As if he didn’t already know. “Well, it wasn’t indirectly.”

That left Seungkwan blushing, timidly playing with the tip of his fingers like a flustered schoolboy before clearing his throat, and containing himself. He tries relaxing back on the ground, laughing off your comment, drawing your attention. "Wow, that one beer is really hitting you right now."

You snicker. "I'm totally sober now.”

Seungkwan swallows down his drool, almost drowning in your watchful eyes. Your wolfish grin settles on your lips only getting closer to him when you realize he questions you with utter sincerity. Your hooded gaze pierces through his wide one like a predator latching on his prey and he wonders how he got here in the first place. Every bone in his body was at civil war, either telling him to take the chance now or forever lose them in the face of cowardice. It was strange how you made him feel this way.

“Well, if you mean what you say, then I meant what I said.”

“Hmm,” you watch amused, “How I’m prettier than the stars?”

“Yes.” He barely manages to breathe out before he thinks otherwise. “More than just the stars.”

Your smile fades slowly, a tension that grows between your both and with an eye lock neither of you can break from. “Is that right?”

Your body only scoots closer, hands tingling clasp over yours and the distance between either of your lips only seems smaller and smaller. You can even smell his breath from so close, emitting a sweetness of orange soda, eyes falling shut moments before the pillowy texture of his lips would ghost over yours. “If I was lying…you’d know.”

Somewhere in the distance, thunder claps and a droplet falls on the crown of Seungkwan's head. Within seconds, the sky betrays him and rains on his parade, having you both jump up in reflex. Seungkwan scoops up the blanket in a swift motion and uses it to umbrella you both, “Come on!”

Your figures run off to shield within his car’s backseats, one wet shoe at a time. Seungkwan abandons the dirty blanket to the ground, shaking off the rest of the bit of the rain from his hair. Your giggles echos feeling his splash hit your cheeks. Seungkwan’s laughs follows suit, reveling in the pure joy you emit despite being rained on, almost intoxicated by the spontaneity of this situation. Never in his life did Seunkwan expect to be in such close proximity with the most tantalizing person he’s ever laid his eyes on only to be rained on the same night, yet still laughing like it was the most fun he’s ever had on a Saturday night, and in this case, it might actually be true.

“Where did that rain even come from?” 

Seungkwan shakes his head, a brightly lit smile on his face. “No idea.”

You run your hands through your dampened hair, peeking at Seungkwan through your loose strands, who was occupied by the mess mother nature creature rather than be concerned with what almost occurred moments ago. Can’t say you were surprised, he was avoidant almost all night together. Had you not taunted him you would’ve never seen that other side of him so quickly, nor would he have confirmed the feelings he’s been sitting on for as long as you were aware of the existence of each other. You had a lot of thoughts running through your head but one stayed precedence amongst the rest.

“Well, that sucks. Looks like we have to he–”

You tug him from his shirt to crash his lips into yours, blood pumping through your veins and traveling throughout your entire body. You want to devour this man. You had to have this man. There was nothing else at this moment that you wanted. There wasn’t a thing stopping you from taking it.

You hold on to him for dear life, mouth engorging on his, feeling insatiable. You had yourself digging his body against the bumpy surface of the car door, feeling his lips gradually reciprocate and grasp around your frame. You tug off the jacket from his body, feeling the heat of his body through his soft and supple skin, now goosebumps forming under your touch. You melt against him, finding yourself home in his embrace, teasing his lips, feeling his tongue. God, you never wanted anymore. ���Y/n…”

Seungkwan wanted you desperately. It was unlike anything else he’s ever felt and could be more grateful you felt something too. Your kisses are sweet, your body feels incredible against his, and moans far perfect than anything he’s ever heard, yet, he feels himself resisting. His arms grow stiff, now pulling away from you, and dark thoughts settle in. A pang of unwarranted guilt drives you two apart, and Seungkwan finds the perseverance to pull away, seeing your eyes flit in disappointment. He knew what this was, or possibly could be. You were in your youth, maybe seeking adventure, freedom, and perhaps things he couldn’t provide for you. He wasn’t ready to have you, only to lose you. 

“Y/n, I don’t…hook up, but I just really like you, and if all you want is sex—and I might be really stupid for saying this—but I don’t want to be the one to give it to you.”

You sigh, “Seungkwan—“

“I'm probably being such a loser right now—“

“Seungkwan, I like you too. I really, really like you too.”

He blinks back at you with uncertainty, wiping eyes like some cartoon character, making sure he’s seeing and hearing things right. “Really?”

“How many ‘reallys’ do you need to hear?” You joke. “I am not here because I just want sex with you, I do, but I do want to do more than that with you.”

You reconnect your kiss, feeling him tenderly return and patting back your damp hair, and he smiles against your lips, “me too.”

He takes a breath to collect himself before returning your energy, a hand clasped to your face. He runs a hand over your back, settling in the small of your back, while your knee bumps repeatedly against the crotch of his pants, his grunts vibrating in your ears. He rolls his body into yours, hands inching above your ass, compulsively a gentleman.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so polite.   Crawling on top of him against the leather cushions, you begin palming the fabric over his bulge, moaning carnally over his mouth and hearing him softly gasp the more pressure you release. His body goes limp under your touch, digging his well-groomed nails into your flesh, almost like a warning. “Y/n…”

“You’re so cute,” You gush, running a hand over his thigh, “It makes me wanna take you whole in my mouth.”

“F-fuck, Y/n. I—“

“I promise I’ll take care of you.” You gingerly take apart the close of his pants, pull them over to his knees, and rub the shape of his cock through his boxers.

Seungkwan gulps nervously, loosening the neckline of his shirt. “Well, since you promised.”

You give him an amused grin before pulling the boxers down and have his cock spring out, watching it twitch into view. Your jaw drops in awe, brushing your finger from the tip to base, sizing it in your hand. “Wow…”

“Now you’re making me self-conscious,” he nervously chuckles, “I’m kind of used to sex in the dark. Less judgment that way.”

“I don’t think you have anything to be worried about, Seungkwan.”

He laughs to himself in disbelief, “You’re just saying that—“

“I’m really not,” You insist sternly, “Man, I have to show you, don’t I?” 

You fold your legs to center between his legs, head dipping down to reach his base, and your tongue gently meets his soft pair before licking up his shaft. That sent Seungkwan to a moment of shock, a moan caught in his throat. Your free hand creeps under his shirt, trailing your nails over his toned abdomen, feeling him flex in reaction. Kitten licks teasing the slit and around the perimeter before your lips wrap around the head, sucking until you’ve covered half the surface of his length. Seungkwan slouches, arching his back, propping himself against the door to be sure he has a view, damn was it a good view. “S-shit.”

“Your cock is so pretty, Seungkwan.” You kiss up his length, enjoying how his girth stretches your mouth when you hold his size, and squeezing around only to push it back out, having Seungkwan burst out in anguish, “And it’s all mine isn’t it?”

He pushes out a hard gust of air from his lung, feeling his heart pound against his rib cage while his cheeks turn a shy pink. His eyes flutter rapidly, getting in tune with the pleasure you put out, but is able to barely make out the image in front of him until he meets your eyes piercing right through him, rendering him soft and malleable. He tenses in your presence, legs periodically twitching, and sputtering nonsense like it's its own language. “All yours…fuck.”

Your laughter mocks him, bobbing against its shape. You had planned on deep-throating him until you’re sure you’re suffocating and found you successful when your vision blur, eventually a dribble of your saliva stretches from your chin to his cock as you pull away. “You’re so hard for me…I can even feel you in the back of my throat.”

Groaning rather loudly he instinctively jerks his hips in your mouth, hand running through your hair and guiding you gently, whimpering as you tell him sweet pleasantries that tickle his skin. Your eyes gaze up at his softly, lids dropping to create an allure, followed by the wet sounds of his length being plunged back and forth. The harder you pushed the longer your pupil would vanish behind your skull as you’re sinking down to his crotch, bobbing down until you’re gagging, coughing, and spitting his length out of your mouth out of necessity. You create a perfect gloss on your lips, your spit splattering out inconsistently as your hands replace your mouth's absence, a thick sheen coating him delectably. You were a mess, but even better, a mess for him. “You like that…you like me gagging on your cock?” 

Seungkwan nods gratefully, curling a strand of hair behind your ear, “You look so good…taking me like that…feel good too…”

His drool continues to get stuck in his throat, palm drilling into the leather and he feels so close he can almost taste it. His hips twitch uncontrollably, his knees writhing to hold your head closer to him, and his voice finally gives in. “I’m…gonna cum…”

You take deep strokes, angling him on the center of your tongue. “Jerk it off for me. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Y/n, you’re killing me,” he whines.

You take one of his hands and cover it against yours, giving him control to change the speed, “Do it, I want you to see how much I want it…cum in my mouth please…”

Seungkwan felt like his mouth was pried open, gasping in relief as the tension caused by your eager hands and your obscene mouth rushed to the center of his cock and he jerks in pulses, bucking his hips in immense arousal, “Y/n…God…fuck! Fuck!” 

Seungkwan pushes your head against the base of his shaft and hot streams of white shoot directly into your throat pipe. He forces his eyes open to watch you swallow his production with a smile on your lips, sucking the last bit of cum from the head of the cock, having spit and dribble border your cheeks. His body can finally rest, head hitting the window as he stroked your hair in pride and admiration, a permanent tired smile on his face, “You’re incredible.”

“Thank you,” You giggle and pull yourself up to catch some of the vicious liquid from your face with napkins from the cup holder. “We should probably get back soon. Let them both know we’re okay.”

He grasps your wrists in a sense of urgency, pink still on his cheeks but determination in his eyes, “Wait, I want to return the favor. Please.”

“You’re not tired?” You ask in concern, “You came a lot if I’m being honest.”

Hearing that, he shields his face, glancing down at his lap, “I don’t have much experience honestly, but if you’d let me, I’d really like to eat you out.”

“Well, okay then,” You chuckle anxiously before pulling down your pants.

You prop yourself in a comfortable position, where he had plenty of room to lie. He places himself in between to caress the fabric of your undergarment, thumbing over your inner thigh. You watch how shaky he is and you swear he looks like he’s never even been near one of these before. You finger through his hair, petting the top of his head. “Take it slow if you need to.”

“I know I look nervous, I just…I’ve thought about this more than I’d like to admit.” He confesses, momentarily parting his bangs.

“Mmh, have y—oh…” 

He doesn’t let you finish, already settling his mouth over the wet spot on your underwear, licking it in hopes of getting a taste. His cheeks press against your thigh, hot tongue teases your heat through the cotton barrier between you and him, getting a sense of skill level. You groan down at him in encouragement, twirling his wet hair between your fingers.

Impatiently, he tugs the elastic from your hips and pulls them off your body. He faces your entrances, committing it to memory, and lets his thumb sink into your slit. He draws his jaw, mouth-watering as his digit gets slowly swallowed by your folds. He replaces it soon with an index, joining with his middle, and coats them, an anticipating mewl leaving your lips. 

His patience visibly runs thin as his arms then slink around your legs and tug you against his mouth, earning your well-deserved gasp. He mouths your folds, tongue brushing between your divide slowly and carefully before he daggers your entrance, his nose pressing up against your clit. You prop your legs on either side of him, tensing up your abdomen, and your fingers run deep through his hair. You catch a hint of his bashful smile, sighing peacefully against your heat.

“The way I dreamt about worshiping this pussy…Worshiping you.” 

You can’t help but let out a throaty moan, trembling under his care to every inch of your core. He heavy-handedly strokes your thighs, burying his face until he loses sense of his other surroundings, only knowing the pulsing sensation of your cunt on his tongue. You clench in your stomach, toes physically curling while your heel digs into your seat. “Mmh, Kwan…”

You muffle his moans between your thighs, his pants tickling your thighs. You clutch at him with a lack of remorse, the stripes he runs are impossible to ignore. Your moans raspy and sweet, overtook the sound of rain, fogging the windows with your hot breath. 

You clench the back of his head to hold him still, unknowingly driving him to the brink of insanity. Breathing you in took more control than Seungkwan realized. As soon he got that initial taste, he knew he wouldn’t get enough of you, plaguing his head with your pussy and only your pussy. He’d be a slave to it, condemned to please it, and wouldn’t be satisfied if he didn’t get the same hair pulling, the same strained moans, or inconsistent buckling of your hips. He just wanted you more and more, using him how you see fit, making his sole purpose to catch your cum.

“Yes please, ride my face,” he gasps as you grind against his mouth, legs hooking him by his shoulders.

All you knew and could feel was the heat of his tongue, wrecking you senselessly. It was illegal to feel this good. If anything, you thought you had outdone yourself today, only to realize too late that Seungkwan would show you a fair match. If his mouth could do this, what could his dick feel like?

You shut your eyes, exasperated groans escape you. You cry out his name: feeling the harsh movement of your hips before your jaw is locked open and your aroused rambles flow out of you like water. “I’m—I—“

“Want you to cum all over my face…Please cover me…I want it. I want you to. Won’t you do it… for me?”

You feel a release and none like it before. Fluid sprays in all directions, urging Seungkwan to suck hard and flick against your bud faster. He laps up your climax, not minding how it ruins the interior of the car. Your body perks up from the seat until you’re empty, dampening Seungkwan's cheek, trailing down to his shirt from more than the rain, and filling his mouth with more than just cum. He moans into your core, collecting you in his mouth, and as good as it felt, you were stunned.

“I-I am so, so sorry. I didn’t know I could do that. I’ve, um, never squirted until now.”

You feel the shake of his head, fingers hooked into your walls, and still rummaging in you; Seungkwan picks himself up to face you. His kind eyes trace over the guilty expression on your face, and he leans closer, pressing a soft chaste kiss against your lips. “I don’t mind, because I want to see you do it again.”

[tokuvivor]

Duckverse June Week 4: Mystical Creatures

@duckversejune2024

Wow, can’t believe we’re already at the last week. I’d just like to thank my co-hosts, @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield, for being amazing. I couldn’t have done it without you guys.

And now, I give you…

Deep Blue for Two

Fethry had been busy all day in his underwater lab with oceanic research. He had a lot to go over, and nothing could distract him. Except maybe an unexpected guest.

“Uncle Fethry!”

Admittedly, Fethry was still getting used to being called that more often by Donald and Della’s kids. He swiveled around in his chair, and found a little girl wearing overalls staring intently back at him.

“Well, hey there, lil’ Daisy,” Fethry greeted. “Wait. Don’t tell me. June, right?”

“Yep!” June replied.

“Anyway,” quizzed Fethry, “what brings you down here?”

“Huey told me you worked down here, and I wanted to see it for myself,” June explained.

“Really? You do?” Fethry asked.

June nodded. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve done a lot of research.”

“Oh, yeah,” brushed off Fethry. “You know, the usual-whales, octopi, various kinds of fish-“

“-krill?” tested June.

“Oh, definitely!”

“Because I’ve heard that you were able to produce giant krill down here!” June exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Well, that was sort of an accident in its own right,” admitted Fethry. “I did some experimenting on them, and somehow they mutated to colossal size.”

“Do you have any krill down here?” June asked.

“I sure do! Would you like to meet them?”

“Yes!”

Fethry took June over to his tank of krill. June was in amazement over the tiny creatures.

“I can tell each one of them apart,” Fethry explained proudly.

“You can?” June gasped.

“Yep. Point to any one of them, I’ll tell you which one it is.”

June’s finger floated over to a krill near the top of the tank.

“That one’s Fernando.”

“What about this one?” June was now pointing towards the center of the tank.

“Oh, that’s Herb.”

“Impressive!” June marveled. “Besides giant, mutated krill, do you know about any other beyond-normal creatures in the ocean?”

Fethry put a finger to his chin. “Hmmm…let me see. There’s mermaids, for one.”

“Dad told me they visited Mervana last year,” June noted.

“Ah, Don told me about that, too!” exclaimed Fethry. “It would be nice to go for myself. Very chill vibes. A lot of merpeople abound, of course.”

“Too bad it’s so far away,” June added.

Fethry sighed. “You’re right,” he said. There has to be something.”

“Hmmm.” June paced around the tiny metal room, wanting to think of something to help Fethry out. It was when she neared a small bookcase in the corner that something caught her attention.

It looked like some kind of parchment.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Fethry replied. “It just found its way into my journals, I guess. It has some weird text on it, but who knows what it says.”

“…I think I do,” June spoke up.

“What?!” gasped Fethry.

“I recognize this language,” continued the cyan triplet. “It’s Old Norse. I learned it from Webby and Violet a few months ago. I think I can translate this for you, Uncle Fethry.”

“Amazing!” Fethry exclaimed. “Then translate away, lil’ Daisy-I mean, June.”

June smiled determinedly. She then pulled a small notebook out of her front pocket. “I wrote the figures down to memorize them.”

Fethry decided to work a bit longer while June translated for him. Every once in a while, he looked back over at her, her fingers flying, tongue sticking out to the side in determination.

For June, this was super exciting. She and Fethry might not be able to find an actual creature, but maybe they had discovered the clue to one.

Eventually, she called out, “Got it!”

“Great!” Fethry called back, pushing back from his desk. “What’s it say?”

June cleared her throat, and read the translation from her notebook.

To those sailors that are brave enough:

Here in these waters lies the kraken, the most feared of all ocean creatures.

Powerful enough to capsize even the biggest schooner, I once saw it with my own eyes.

I could swear it had two dozen tentacles on its body, with a razor-sharp beak.

Beware! Lest you wish to be a part of these waters forever.

-Rolf Hundstad, Hammerfest, Norway, 1852

“So the ocean in question would be…the Norwegian Sea,” noted Fethry.

“Yep. Sounds about right,” agreed June.

“That was very impressive, though,” Fethry added, holding out his hand tentatively for a high-five, which June reciprocated. “I didn’t know what those characters were supposed to be.”

“I never actually thought learning Old Norse would come in handy,” June admitted. “Guess I was wrong. Even though this parchment is dated 1852, do you suppose there could actually be kraken out there?”

“If I know Duckburg, anything is possible,” Fethry suggested. “And if I know our family, there’s any number of mystical creatures Uncle Scrooge and the others have found. So maybe that could be something for us to discover.”

“Really?” June asked, practically bubbling with excitement.

“Sure. With my knowledge of the ocean and your curiosity, we could figure out if there’s actually kraken out there,” concluded Fethry.

“I’d love that!” June squeaked, hugging Fethry tightly.

“…We’d have to run that by ol’ Don, though.”

“Right. I know that Dad is all adventured out for now, but I’m sure he’d admire that I’m branching out on my own,” June put in, pulling back.

“Of course. I know he wants the best for you and your sister,” Fethry pointed out. “And it’s not like this is going to be really quick to figure out. We can research it for now, and if we have enough to go off of, maybe then we can try to find it.”

“That’s fine,” June replied. “Hey-Team Kraken?” She put her hand out in front of her.

Fethry laid his hand on top of hers. “Team Kraken.”

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haiiii I was wondering if u could do a fic with Javier where the reader is goin thru it (like mental health problems), like maybe they r both back in texas and she worked in the dea as well and has flashbacks?? anyways javier comforts and pampers reader (like they share a shower or he gives a massage, etc)

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javier can’t help himself. i just know that man would be cracking at dad jokes a few years down the line.

“Don’t. Just leave it.” You warned, sending a cautious finger Javier’s way and he took a step forward, completely ignoring your glare.

Ever since Columbia, you were fucked. Well and truly fucked. Your brain tripped you every time it got a chance and your partner turned partner-partner Javier would often bring you back down to earth. The best he could, anyway. But sometimes you non-admittedly enjoyed basking in your anger, resulting in you taking it out on him.

Which wasn’t entirely fair.

“Take that fuckin' step back, Javier.” You try again, snapping loud when he had held his hands up in surrender. “I’m serious.”

“Well, what’re you thinking about?” His voice low to match yours, reaching to touch your arm on the sly and earning a hard flinch accompanied by a weighty swat. “You gotta tell me, otherwise I can’t help.” He knew what she was thinking about.

Fucking guns, bullets, unnecessarily creepy men, the awful food, painfully bad decor along with the disgustingly warm heat in the office— it could really go on forever. But, he figured it was best for her to open up about it herself. Maybe the recall would work better in his favour instead of a guessing game resulting in scowls and attitude. Javier had the patience of a saint for your kick-offs and that was made known by the way he leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest with no plan of leaving. You wanted to slide down the cupboards onto the floor in dramatic effect.

“Stop asking me that, you know what i’m thinking.”

The sides of his lips turned downward with a tilt of the head. “Yeah. Doesn’t make you open up ‘bout it though, does it?”

A frustrated groan left your lips.

“Defeats the point though.”

The room fell silent as you tried to pinpoint what had you feeling so weak. Was it perhaps the scars across your torso for the multiple bullets and chases? Or was it the mental blackening of your dopamine levels, all cut to pieces ironically the second you had caught Escobar. Maybe your continuing inability to love yourself, finding ways to host negativity whenever you could.

You didn’t fucking know.

Javier hadn’t let go of his look on you, brown eyes unintentionally boring into your skull when you had looked to the floor. “I’m just,” A beat. “Tired. I still don’t feel exactly safe in Laredo.” Your admission didn’t come without an ounce of attitude, looking up to him with outstretched palms to clarify his happiness. A wide sarcastic grin of your own appearing. “Happy?”

He crossed the space between you, placing a gentle palm on your cheek. “Tell you what, you certainly didn’t lose the fire from Medellín.” You felt like grabbing his shirt and pushing him back for that comment alone and your eyes must've said so. His hand moved behind your neck, pulling you toward him. “I’m joking, i’m joking.” His words rounded off with a slight laugh at your furrowed brows.

You couldn’t be arsed with his jokes when you were in a bad mood, alas, jokes were an inch just out of being his love language. The choice was void. “You’re safe, as long as i’m here, you’re safe.” His tone light, shifting you into his chest and thumbing your hair behind your ear. “I promise.”

“Mmhm.” You nodded half-heartedly.

“Hell, you’re safe even if i’m not here. Laredo is nothing like Medellín, Cariña.” He rest his chin atop your head. “Nothing will change here. It’s stable.” Javier stood back, planting his hands either side of your shoulders and looking down to catch your eyes in his. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to ‘bang’,” He feigned boxing you, landing a ghost hit to your stomach. “Just like that.”

You couldn’t help but snort at his boyishness, smiling up at him with your best sincerity. To his credit, he was always able to make you laugh which was hard to do on days like this. “I believe you.”

“Do you?” He pressed his forehead to your temple, continuing his shadow boxing facade. “Or are we gonna touch gloves?” You shoved him away from you with another laugh, following his lead when he had gestured you follow.

“Takin’ me to the bedroom, Javi?” You asked jokingly, knowing fine well he’s about to shower, and that you'd join.

He quirks a brow, stood on the threshold of your en-suite. “On our first date, Cariña? Never.” He quips, waving a dismissive hand your way and tapping the side of his nose. Both of you completely ignoring how your bedsheets were already strewn across the floor from this mornings efforts. “You clearly know nothing about me.”

His voice shouted above the water he had turned on, re-appearing by the door. “You want me to join you?” You asked, rolling your eyes with a faint smile at the dramatic hand that flew to his bare chest. "Scandalous."

"Utterly." He said with a tsk, offering his hand for you to steady yourself with when ditching the rest of your clothes. “I just worry about you, sweetheart.” You followed him into the shower and he pressed his forehead to your own, the water running from his darkened hair to yours. “It is safe here, you know.”

“Well, safe-r.”

He pushes hair from your face, holding your chin up so dark eyes meet his own. “It’s a small town. The only thing you’re not safe from is fuckin' word of mouth.” You laugh at the way his brows raise in seriousness.

“I know that much.” You almost whisper in comfort to his reassurance. “I know i’m safe, I just can’t help but—“

Javi pressed a finger to your lip. “That’s all behind us now, Cariña. All of it.” His soft graze against your cheek was enough to push your head flush to his chest, humming in contentment as his fingers rubbed at your shoulder blades with soap.

“Atleast I got you out of it, if nothing else but fucking trauma. Infact, maybe you’re trauma too.” Your eyes squinted at his playfully.

He tilted his head at your long exhale. “Trauma to your patience. You’re the real lottery winner, here.”

You laughed, closing your eyes in contentment as he rubbed at your back, circling his fingers round to your waist with the body wash. “I think you’d be right on both ends there, Javi.”

“I’m always right.” He quirked a self-assured brow.

“Sure you are.”

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Is it me or did anyone think the Hilarie book launch event was the weakest turnout?

This was literally her LAUNCH event.

—Held in Tribeca — a mecca for art and culture and urban center.

—Promoted over a month on national broadcast media and social media.

—Hilarie selected a friend, fellow actress and “witch”, that happens to have a million+ huge platform in a fandom that believes in the supernatural.

…and only 30-40 people showed up??

The Tribeca B&N probably had that size of a crowd on a normal Wednesday evening.

What happened?

If I were the publicist (cough Jeffrey Chassen) I would be kinda embarrassed, or, really disappointed in the lack of pull, participation and support Danneel showed her friend. Not a post to promote the event. Not a post after the event. Not a post recognizing what she liked most about the book. Nothing.

Watching the panel, Elta brings absolutely no energy or emotion, and didn’t seem to have even read her book, at least not enough to have an engaging conversation with her friend about it on stage. She looked bored up there and looked and acted out of place.

Or is her face so full of Botox that she’s just unable to express emotions??

Also, she had to GOOGLE what a Grimoir is…really?? Once again, showing how she never watched the show or understood a lot of the lore around one of the show’s most iconic female characters.

Hilarie ended up having to take over as she got out of her chair to engage the crowd. JDM seemed to pick up on the low energy as well and knows how to read his wife to help lift up the room. Those two are an in-sync couple.

I was just really surprised at how few people stumbled in to attend the event and be able to interact in an intimate setting with either Hilarie or Danneel.

I was pleasantly surprised that JDM was even there. Such a supportive husband and partner. Maybe they know how to work the optics, but dayum they got great energy together and both light up when they are near one another. That’s hard to fake.

I wonder if Danneel thought the bookstore wouldn’t be able to handle her (Jensen’s) swarm of fans if she promoted the event on her own platform, and why she chose to not support Hilarie AT ALL publicly (*sigh of sarcasm*)

I’m watching Hilarie on the morning show circuits and it’s clear Kelly Ripa, folks from the Today show and View have all read the book and are asking really deep and detailed questions and now I really want to read her book. I wasn’t even remotely interested after the launch event panel.

Sophia Bush is the moderator for Hilarie’s panel for the last event on the tour and she’s already posted about it and made comments on book details on Hilarie’s social. Along with so many others. (Kids, that’s how it should be when asked to be a panel host).

Her publicist is getting her great press and setting up a wonderful tour. It’s too bad the kick off event seemed to be the most lack luster part of what seems to be a really good publicity book tour.

Beautifully written and spot on. Danneel looked like she felt above the crowd and was unable to discuss the theme deeply. She's always faking being into whatever the crowd expects, like she did when she pretended Misha was her favorite and that she knew all his lines only to have Jensen out her later on and say she's only ever watched a handful of episodes. 🤭 Comments she made later on showed us even more how ignorant she is about the Supernatural legacy, lore and plot.

Not taking the time to thank her friend for all the free promotion and for involving her in the tour speaks volumes about how entitled Danneel is. Once again, she did not prepare and did not do any research beforehand. She's an amateur and it shows. She could have turned this into a good pr opportunity to create some buzz around her too, her friend at least tried to promote her (out of interest but still).

For the record, any trained professional actor should plan soundbites beforehand and promote the event in time. I guess Danneel counted once more on Jensen's fans showing up and her putting in zero effort. This event sadly showed she has very few fans which is no surprise given her lack of depth.