#and his attention made me come alive and made me feel a rush and excitement

[dustpages]

PornMum 2

Six months went by and I found myself struggling with my daily life, my routine got too monotonous to be enjoyable and exciting, almost boring. I missed the thrill of my performing life, the rush of adrenaline knowing my fans would watch me in a new role. The way they would fantasise about me stroking themselves to ejaculate on their monitors. 

I longed to have my colleagues desperate to perform with me,  to feel their hands grabbing and kneading my body. I missed being the centre of attention, being wanted and admired by thousands of men and women. 

Nothing seemed to work no matter how hard I tried to get myself busy with different activities.  I ended up bored at home, questioning my current life and wondering if I had made the right choice by retiring.

The worst thing personally was not being able to vent my frustration and annoyance to my son. I loved him, but he was still too young and inexperienced to be considered my partner in the real sense. 

There were things I would have loved to try with him that I knew weren't appropriate for someone his age, and that made me feel guilty and annoyed at the same time. Not just related to our sex life but also in the most mundane activities like going out at a pub or shopping were complicated if not impossible with him. 

I've always loved him dearly and since we got to become bed partners, I got to love him even more if possible. But the crude reality was, that I craved more, not just physically but mentally as well. I needed stimulation and variety in all aspects of my life.

So, I ended up spending most of my days at home boring myself to death. Venting out my frustration and annoyance at him was out of the question, I was his mother first then his partner.  

Guilt and remorse were eating me alive, I required finding a relief valve before going crazy and ruining my bond with him.

Considering I had plenty of spare time I found myself browsing the Internet more often than not. A dear friend of mine, who had worked in the porn industry in Europe, named Cho Miyeon had made the news to be one of the first actresses to have opened an OnlyFans account.

I got intrigued and opened her page, scrolling through her posts and pictures. 

My jaw dropped when I saw how many subscribers she had gained in so short a time and the amount of money she made every month, not to mention how happy and free she seemed to be. She had found a way to balance her private and public life without the pressure of meeting deadlines imposed by producers or directors.

I pondered over the idea for the entire night and day. Could I do that? Would people subscribe to my content?

The answer was obvious, I had millions of fans following me online, and people would pay gladly to see me naked and masturbating, having sex with other men or women.

I didn't have to wait for scripts or schedules, I could create my own content. The idea thrilled me, it would allow me to have more freedom than I ever had before. I could shoot videos in my private studio and post them on the platform.

I imagined the thrill of being paid monthly for my work and having people masturbating on my videos. 

The thought alone of being desired and admired made my heart race and my panties wet. I made my decision that very day, I was going to open an Onlyfans account and let my fans have access to exclusive content, and maybe even let them pay extra for custom requests. 

The excitement I felt was overwhelming, I could record the video while my son was a school and post it by the time he got back. 

To burst into the scene of OnlyFans, I pondered contacting Miyeon to come over and have her as a guest star for my debut. I knew people would be ecstatic to see us two together. She was known for being bisexual, and we could shoot a threesome with a hot and handsome model.

I texted her on Instagram and waited for her reply anxiously, hoping she would accept my invitation.

The next morning my son woke me up with a kiss on the lips. I smiled and welcomed him between my thighs. We had a quickie before breakfast and he headed to school. I checked my messages and found hers waiting for me.

'Of course, let’s discuss the details.' 

I beamed in happiness and called her immediately. We talked on the phone for a bit and decided on the theme of the scene and that she would arrive in two weeks. I thanked her and hung up, feeling ecstatic at the prospect of going back to my roots, albeit not as I expected. 

For the next couple of days, I got busy setting up my profile and contacting a model to join us for the scene. I opted for a very good-looking boy in his early twenties with a promising future ahead of him. He accepted my offer willingly.

Once I had all the logistics sorted, I began preparing for the big day. I scheduled my son to be away from home for the day, telling him he had to visit his grandparents. He was reluctant at first but gave in once he heard I had a surprise for him if he went, I promised to call him later to inform him of my plan.

I contacted the model and told him to be at my place the day before the shoot. I wanted to test him before recording a scene with Miyeon, there were too many odds that could go wrong.  

At nine o'clock the doorbell rang, I opened it and was struck by how hot and gorgeous the model was. He had the je ne sais quoi that made him appealing. He bowed politely. " Nice to meet you, Mina."

I invited him to enter. " Come on, Manuel there's no need of being so polite."

I led him inside and showed him the room he could use to change and shower. Once he was comfortable, I proposed to grab a drink and have a chinwag before going down to business.

He was a true flatterer, praising me and telling me how much he enjoyed watching my movies and that he was honoured to work with me. I listened and laughed at his compliments, enjoying the company.

" I've asked you to come here a day before the actual shooting before I want to see how well we can perform together," I asserted. We've never done anything together, so I gotta make sure everything is perfect for my debut.

He smirked. " No problem here. It means I gotta have my way with you twice, just a fool would complain." 

I  chuckled and touched his arm. " Get naked, sweetie." 

He stood up from the sofa and peeled his clothes off. I watched his every move, admiring how toned and muscular he was. His cock was long but the most impressive thing was its thickness, it looked huge and juicy, I could imagine it stretching me wide. 

I licked my lips in anticipation, salivating at the mere thought of his cock filling my mouth and pussy.

Manuel was quick in disrobing me too, he took off my clothes expertly, leaving me nude on the sofa. 

He knelt between my legs spreading them wide and ran his fingers up and down my inner thigh teasing me.

"You are so soft." he murmured. " So smooth."

He lowered his head and traced circles on my mound, teasing my clit with light touches. I squirmed under his touch wanting him to dive into my folds and lick me properly.

" Please." I moaned.

He chuckled and stuck out his tongue, swiping it from my hole up to my clit in one swift motion. He repeated his actions a few times before settling on my nub and sucking it.

" Ahhh!" I cried out as he devoured me hungrily, his mouth and tongue working on me like a magic spell.

I reached down and fisted my hand in his hair, urging him to continue. He moaned in pleasure from the slight pain and increased the tempo of his ministrations. 

"Oh god!" I moaned. I was already so close to reaching an orgasm. I felt my body giving into the pleasure.

He sensed I was near and grabbed my hips pulling me closer to his face, sucking on me with more fervour.  

I whimpered and clutched his hair tighter, unable to control my moans. My legs began to shake and my toes curled.

He growled into my flesh as I started squirting. " Ohhhh!" I screamed out, coming violently into his mouth. My orgasm was so strong that I felt my vision blurring momentarily. He licked up all the liquid dripping from my slit.

My body trembled as he continued licking me softly, bringing me down from my high. I released his hair and collapsed backwards on the sofa.

Manuel stood up and positioned himself in front of me. " Are you ready to ride this beast?" he taunted, holding his dick and stroking it. 

I nodded eagerly, reaching out to grab his shaft. I leaned in and licked his head, tasting his precum. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his length, sucking him hungrily. My hand reached down to rub his sack.

" Mmmmm, you taste divine." I hummed around his member, my throat relaxing and accepting more of his girth. He held my hair and controlled the tempo, pumping into my mouth.

I moaned from the feeling of his dick hitting the back of my throat, it was so thick that it stretched me wonderfully. He picked up speed, fucking my face roughly. 

My spit dripped down my chin as he penetrated my mouth mercilessly. His movements were fast and shallow, making me choke on his length.

" Fuck yes, suck me like a good whore." he groaned. I obeyed him and sucked him greedily, eager to please. My throat constricted around his head as he slammed into it.

He let out a strangled cry and released his load down my throat, shooting ropes of hot semen into me. I gulped it all down and licked his dick clean. He pulled out of me and patted my head. 

I smiled and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, removing the remaining spit from my chin. " How was that?" I asked him.

He grinned widely. " Amazing." he complimented. " You are a great cocksucker."

I laughed and kissed him passionately. " Thanks, now bend me over and fuck me." I requested.

He obliged, turning me around and pushing me on all fours. My body was still recovering from my previous climax and I knew the next one would be even stronger. I braced my palms on the armrest of the sofa and waited.

Manuel lined his cock to my entrance and pushed in. I screamed in delight from the feeling of being filled so deliciously.

 He began thrusting, pushing me further on the sofa with the force of his thrusts. 

" Ahhh!" I screamed as his length penetrated me deeply, my muscles squeezed around him trying to prevent him from exiting me. He didn't relent though, slamming into me brutally and hitting my G spot perfectly. 

"You're so fucking tight." he moaned, his breath coming out in pants. His hands held my waist, keeping me still. His hips slammed against my buttocks.

" Harder, baby." I urged him.

His thrusts became more aggressive and violent, making me scream at every penetration. 

" Fuck!" he growled, his cock pulsing inside of me. " You make me wanna cum."

" Do it." I demanded. He grabbed my hair, arching my back and making me go even deeper. He released my ponytail and grabbed my tits from behind, kneading them roughly.

I felt myself nearing my climax and I rubbed myself on his cock. " I'm gonna cum!" I screamed. 

His thrusts turned erratic. My body shuddered, my pussy squirted out all over his shaft and my inner walls contracted around him, my toes curled in pleasure. " As we agree, you are not allowed to cum inside of me" I made myself clear in the middle of a torrent of moans and screams.

He didn't answer me verbally but his hips stilled and he pulled out of me, releasing himself all over my back in thick white ropes of sperm.

I collapsed on the sofa panting. " That was great." I praised him. He panted above me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

We rested for a while, recovering from our exertions before parting ways, he grabbed his things and left for his hotel. I went to my room and took a shower, calling my son afterwards.

"How are you, baby?" I asked. 

He sounded ill, he sneezed and coughed before uttering a single word. " Not so good mum, but I can manage myself."

Another cough interrupted him and my worry rose. I knew him well enough to understand he wouldn't tell me if something was bothering him. " Where are you?" I insisted. " If you aren't feeling well, I can pick you up."

" Mum, don't stress it." he replied. 

I  sighed, feeling frustrated at not being able to do anything for him. " Alright, I'll trust your judgment. Call me if you need something. And don't forget to take your medicine." 

He huffed but promised me to do as told and hung up. I stared at my screen with a mix of emotions, worried about him and sad he wasn't at home. I knew it couldn't be helped, but it still made me feel bad. I decided to focus on the upcoming day, hoping Miyeon would distract me from my thoughts.

I slept soundly and woke up early the next morning, eager to prepare everything for the day ahead. I made sure all the cameras were working properly and the lighting was good, I didn't want any mishaps on the first day. 

I had already sent Miyeon the script of the scenario, she had studied it thoroughly and was aware of what she had to do.

I dressed in the outfit I had chosen and styled my hair accordingly. I paced nervously waiting for them to arrive.

Manuel showed up first, greeting me warmly and wishing me luck for the scene. He changed into his costume and came back wearing only a thong. I salivated at the sight of his bulge, eager to have him inside of me once more.

Miyeon arrived ten minutes later, looking stunning in her outfit. She hugged me tightly. " Long time no see!"

I reciprocated the hug. " I know, I'm glad you could come." I replied. " I've been missing you." 

" Same here." she answered. " But we'll catch up after the shoot."

I nodded. " Let's get started then." I led them to the living room and explained the scene.

Scene is a big word to describe the three of us indulging in a threesome, exploring each other's bodies with hunger and passion. 

" Keep going, you are so deep." I urged. " Don't stop."

Manuel slammed into me from behind, his cock hitting my cervix every time he bottomed out into me. His hands gripped my waist tightly, keeping me still.

I whimpered at his ministrations, his thrusts were relentless and merciless. His sack slapped against my butt with every penetration, making me feel naughty and slutty. I squeezed his dick with my inner walls.

" Yes!" I shouted. " Like this! Faster!"

His hips snapped against my backside as he increased the speed of his thrusts, fucking me like a wild animal. He grunted in pleasure from my tightness.

Miyeon watched us avidly, her eyes shining brightly with desire. Her fingers played with her clit drenching her thighs adorned with black stockings. 

I had no idea when I started cumming, the only thing I was aware of was that it didn't seem to stop.  I came over and over again, squirting all over his length and my thighs.

" Remember not to cum inside." I reminded him. 

" Alright, I'm gonna use that pretty mouth of yours to cum." he responded. 

He pulled out my cunt and turning me around penetrated my mouth. I welcomed his length gladly, eager to swallow his load.

Miyeon came closer and reached between his legs, massaging his sack and stroking his perineum. His thrusts stilled suddenly. " Ahhh!" he shouted as he erupted into my mouth, flooding me with his salty seed. I swallowed it all greedily.

Manuel pulled out of my mouth and put Miyeon between his arms, lifting her and impaling her onto his dick. She moaned at the feeling of him entering her.

I watched them in awe, their bodies fitted perfectly together. She bounced on him with ease, using his shoulders to push herself up and down his length. 

His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them roughly. She cried out in pleasure and threw her head back, letting her brown locks flow freely on her back. I licked my lips imagining how delicious her body must taste.

Her movements became frantic as she neared her climax. She scratched his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh. 

" Yes, cum for me." he encouraged. " Squeeze my cock with your little pussy."

She came quivering in his arms,  screaming out his name. He kept thrusting into her, prolonging her pleasure. I came again from the sight of them, rubbing my clit and imagining being in her place.

Manuel lowered her to the floor in a variant of the missionary position. He drove into her forcefully, not stopping for even a second. He fucked her ruthlessly, chasing his climax. 

Her breasts jiggled from the force of his thrusts and she moaned loudly. Her fingernails clawed at his arms as he pounded her like a machine.

" You are going to make me cum!" she cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. 

He growled at her words and increased the speed of his hips. " Fucking do it." 

Miyeon came screaming, her muscles contracting around his dick. He let out a final grunt and shot his load all over her belly.

I applauded them and they laughed, still panting from their exertions. " Thank you." I expressed my gratitude. " You've been amazing."

They thanked me in return and we all got cleaned and Manuel bid his goodbye, leaving me and my friend alone.

I heard my phone ringing from the kitchen where I left it to charged. I had 14 missed calls from my father and a few from my mother.

"What the hell Mina." my father shouted through the phone. " I've tried to call you nonstop."

I  was confused and scared at the same time. " What happened?" I asked, dread creeping up my spine. 

"Your son." he stated. 

A chill ran through me at his words. I felt as if I had been punched in the gut, my lungs refused to expand and breathe. " What? Tell me!" 

" He has pneumonia." my dad said gravely. " Your mother took him to the hospital when he passed out in the garden."

I felt dizzy and disoriented, tears began to stream down my face. " Is he fine?" I asked. " I want to speak to him."

" He is sleeping right now." he told me. " He'll wake up tomorrow probably."

I sniffed loudly. " Tell me what to do." I implored him. " I'll drive over to the hospital right now."

"No, Mina." he refused firmly. " The fewer people are in the hospital the better it is for your son. I'll keep you updated on his condition."

I thanked him and hung up, sobbing openly. I felt a pair of arms encircling me and collapsed against them, letting them comfort me.

" Don't worry Mina." Miyeon soothed me. " He will recover. You'll be with him in no time."

I clung to her desperately, seeking solace and reassurance. Miyeon was a pure angel with me during the night, she cuddled me to sleep in her arms.

As the sun beamed Miyeon drove me to the hospital, I couldn't bear to be apart from my son anymore. We entered the room and found him sleeping, looking pale and frail.

My father stood up from his chair. " Go ahead." he told me, offering me the seat. 

I sat next to the bed and took my baby's hand in mine. " I love you." I whispered in his ear. " Always remember that."

My mother joined us in the room shortly after. She brought breakfast for everyone and we ate in silence. 

After a while, my son opened his eyes slightly, smiling at seeing me next to him. I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheeks.

" Hi, mum." he croaked weakly. I shushed him, telling him to save his energy.

" Hopefully your last 24 hours have been more fun than mine." he commented with a dark huff, noticing Miyeon.

I chuckled. " Well, it depends on how you define fun." I answered mysteriously. " Do you want to meet my friend?"

" You are making him speak too much, leave the room." my mother reprimanded me. 

Shamefaced, I left the room along with Miyeon, who was amused by the situation. We chatted for a bit and eventually, she said goodbye to me, promising to keep in touch.

I returned to my son's room, sitting next to him and talking softly with him, careful not to exhaust him. He was discharged from the hospital two days later. We returned home and he was confined to his bed for a week.

I spoiled him rotten, doing whatever it took to make him feel better. 

One afternoon he woke up and found me scrolling through my phone, I had taken him in my bed to stay close to him. He looked at me curiously. " What are all these notifications about?"

I had uploaded the video of the threesome on my OnlyFans and since then my phone has been bombarded with notifications and messages.

" Just some fans." I dismissed him. 

He looked unconvinced at my answer. " Give me your phone." he demanded.

 I handed him my mobile and he unlocked it. " Why do you have this app?" he questioned me, referring to the Onlyfans icon.

He tapped on it, opening the app,  his eyes widening in surprise. " You made an Onlyfans account."

I was caught red-handed, I hadn't anticipated that he would be interested in my phone and check on my apps.

" That's correct." I affirmed. 

He browsed the app focusing on the comments sections.  I winced inwardly knowing they would be explicit. I could read the surprise in his eyes when he scrolled through the comments. 

" These guys want to fuck you." he concluded. 

I laughed at his statement. " That's the main purpose of the app."

" So why are you on it?"

I took a deep breath, preparing for a fight. " I got bored staying home and doing nothing all day." I explained. " This allows me to perform without the pressure of a director or producer."

He closed the app and looked at me gravely. " Have you shot scenes already?" he asked me, sounding hurt.

I nodded in affirmation, not daring to look at him. He sighed deeply and rolled out of the bed.

 " I'm delusional." he affirmed. 

"  Why?" I asked confused.

" Because I thought I could be enough for you." he answered.

" Baby, you are enough for me, this doesn't change anything between us." I assured him. 

He scoffed at my words. " You just said that you got bored." he argued. " So obviously you needed something else."

" It's different." I defended myself.

" Dicks, money, visibility on the internet." he listed. " All the same as before, you just do it on your own without the control of a production, of doctors, agents and managers." he concluded.

His words stabbed me in the heart, he had nailed it on the spot. I was seeking attention and adoration putting my body on display to anyone willing to pay for it.

" Maybe." I agreed. " I wanted to experience something different." 

He shook his head, disappointment evident in his expression. " You never listen to me. You do what you want regardless of my opinion." 

I sighed, feeling defeated. I realized that he was right, I had acted selfishly not caring about his feelings.

" What do you want me to do?" I asked. " Delete the account?"

He coughed deeply, wincing from the effort. "T-the account isn't the actual problem." he acknowledged. " You are more talented than selling videos and photos to strangers." 

I had never seen him so serious with me. It made me feel awful to know I was the cause of his sadness. 

"I'll do what you say." I promised, willing to fix my mistake.

" It's not about me making decisions for you, we are family and family comes first." he asserted. " You have an angelic voice when you moan, you could be a decent singer if only you would."

I blushed, he had a point on that. " Are you suggesting to use my fanbase to start a music career?" I asked.

He shrugged. " At least you wouldn't sell your body."

I chewed on my bottom lip, pondering his suggestion. " I could begin uploading cover videos of my favourite songs on YouTube."

" Indeed. You will have the acclamation and recognition of your fans, closing a chapter of your life and pursuing a new adventure." he resonated.

I looked at him fondly. " Baby, you should be proud of your intelligence."

He smiled at my words, his eyes shining in amusement. " I am your partner, remember?" he teased. "I must support you."

I chuckled. " Come here." I spread my arms and pressed him to my bosom.

"I love you." he whispered against my skin. 

" And I love you too." I confirmed, running my fingers through his hair. " More than anything." 

" I've been longing to take you for too many days now." he asserted with a voice full of lust. 

 I giggled at his confession, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against my thigh. I slipped my hand under his boxers and caressed his growing cock, he groaned at my touch.

"You'll have to wait until you recover fully." I denied him.

 " Your honey will cure all my illness." he taunted me.  " Besides, I've been fantasizing about fucking your throat for far too long now." 

My pussy clenched at his words, I loved hearing him dirty talk. He reached between my legs and pushed my panties aside. " You are wet, aren't you?" he murmured. 

I nodded, my cheeks flushed from his ministration. He slid two fingers inside of me, making me shiver in pleasure. 

" Beg me." he ordered. His finger reached my G spot, making me squeal from the sensitivity.

" Please, baby." I moaned.

His hand withdrew from my body and he smirked at me, showing me my juices coating his fingers. " Say it properly." 

I whimpered at the loss of his touch. " Please, I want you to fuck me."

He pushed his fingers back and pumped in earnest. " That's what I wanted to hear." 

His digits curled and assaulted my G-spot, making my muscles contract around them. I cried out in delight, my body trembled from the pleasure.

" You are a naughty girl aren't you?" he taunted. His fingers stilled for a few seconds before resuming their assault. " Cum for me."

I sobbed, unable to control my climax, I felt myself falling over the edge of ecstasy. I came hard around his fingers, soaking his palm.

He removed his hand from my cunt and sucked on his fingers greedily. " Mmmm." he praised my flavour. " You taste divine."

I watched him lick my juices and I shivered at the thought of him eating my pussy. He noticed my gaze. " Do you wish me to eat your pussy?" he questioned.

I nodded vigorously. " Yes."

" Then spread your legs for me." he ordered me. 

I hastened to comply, pushing my thighs apart. He positioned himself between them and lowered his mouth to my slit, inhaling deeply and devouring me hungrily. His tongue swiped my entrance up to my clit and flicked it softly.

My thighs trembled at the intensity of his ministration, his tongue was gentle but firm at the same time, sending sparks of electricity down my spine and heating my blood.

"Ahhh!" I moaned, clutching the sheets tightly. My hips lifted on their own accord, eager for more of his tongue.

His fingers parted my folds wider and he attacked my clit furiously, sucking and licking it relentlessly. My toes curled from the pleasure and my nipples pebbled.

I was already close to my climax when he stopped torturing my bud and plunged his tongue inside of me. I keened loudly at the sensation of him penetrating me with his tongue. 

He fucked me with his mouth, laving my insides and lapping at my juices. My pussy clenched around his tongue, trying to prevent it from exiting me.

His finger replaced his tongue, plunging into me and finding my G spot once more. He assaulted it without mercy, making me scream in pleasure.

I came again, my vision blurred and my muscles tensed up. I lost count of how many times he made me climax, all I knew was that my pussy was sore and sensitive but eager for more of him.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing before me with his boxers on the floor and his erection proudly in front of my face. I reached out and licked his length tentatively, tasting the saltiness of his precum.

He caressed my cheeks. " Do you want it done nicely or brutally?" he questioned.  

I smiled widely, feeling mischievous. " Brutally." I opted for the second option.

He laughed at my choice. " Open your mouth wide." he instructed.

I did as told and he pushed into me until his length hit the back of my throat. " Swallow me." he commanded, pushing deeper.

I gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion but he didn't stop. He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth roughly, his balls hitting my nose. Tears streamed down my face and saliva dribbled from my chin, I struggled to accommodate him.

" Good god, Mina.” he praised. " Take all of me." 

He rammed into me without care, his thrusts becoming more vicious every time he penetrated my throat. I gagged loudly, unable to breathe properly. 

He slapped my cheeks lightly. " Breathe through your nose." he advised.

I took a lungful of air and exhaled slowly, managing to calm myself. He held my head still and fucked my mouth mercilessly, his balls slapping my nose. I felt him pulsing inside of me and tasted his precum dripping into my mouth.

" I'm gonna cum." he announced.

I prepared myself for the torrent of sperm that would flood my mouth soon. He shoved me deeper into his groin and released his seed into me. I swallowed greedily, eager to taste him. His cum was salty and delicious, I drank him like a thirsty man in the desert. 

His thrusts stilled as he emptied himself inside of me completely. I licked his length clean and he pulled out of my mouth gently. 

I lay on the bed exhausted, he lay beside me and cuddled me tightly. " How was it?" I asked.

" Perfect." he purred satisfied. " You are such a good girl, swallowing me like that." he complimented. 

I smiled at his words. " You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I confessed. 

He snuggled against me and whispered in my ear. " I love you."

I reciprocated his sentiment, holding him tighter. I had found my haven and safe space within his arms and was determined never to let him go.

" Brace yourself, baby, I'll ride you like in a rodeo." I straddled him and sunk onto his erection. 

He gripped my hips and pulled me down on his length, impaling me fully. I gasped from the feeling of being split open. He slapped my ass and ordered. " Move."

I lifted my body and sank back down slowly, adjusting to his size. My pussy adjusted slowly to his thickness and I began riding him faster. 

"You like that huh?" I panted, feeling exhilarating pleasure from having him fill me.

He grunted in response, too focused on fucking me to be able to answer verbally. He held me steady and pistoned into me furiously. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust.

" Yes! Like that." I cried. My body shuddered from the strength of my climax. My orgasm was powerful and intense, it made my limbs tremble and my mind went blank.

My muscles contracted around his length, squeezing him deliciously. He let out a strangled groan from my tightness and I felt his hot seed coating my insides. 

We came down from our highs slowly, holding each other and exchanging kisses and sweet whispers. 

This was the beginning of a new era for us. I knew we still had plenty of hurdles to overcome, but I was sure we would face them together and emerge victorious.

[greengoblinswifey]

Steamy Nights—Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— you’re a sheltered college student who recently got your first job as a housekeeper at a fancy hotel. you stumble upon Nicholas Chavez while cleaning and he invites you to his hot tub in his room where one thing leads to another. based on this request.

warnings— age gap(reader is 19) praise kink, slight body worship, fingering, oral(f!receiving), daddy kink, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, creampie, aftercare.

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You'd just landed your first job, working as a housekeeper at one of the fanciest hotels in the city. The kind of place where top CEOs, celebrities, and influencers stayed. The pay was decent, and it gave you the freedom you longed for, even though you were still adjusting to the hustle of your new life. You had a lot of cleaning to do, and the hours passed by quickly, but today was different. You were already thinking about the freedom you'd have once your shift was over, but you hadn't expected to find what you did next.

As you entered another room to clean, you realized there was no “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the door handle. You assumed it was just another room to tidy, so you entered without hesitation. The sight that greeted you, however, left you frozen.

The man standing before you was unreal. His body was sculpted like a Greek statue, muscles rippling under his damp skin, droplets of water glistening on his chest. His hair was still wet from the shower, and he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. For a moment, you couldn't find your voice.

“Sorry! I—I’m so sorry,” you stammered, your face flushed. “There wasn't a sign on the door and I just thought—”

You tried to turn away quickly, but your gaze was fixed on him, unable to tear yourself away from his presence. Your heart raced, and you couldn’t help but be entranced by his sharp features, the way the towel clung to his waist.

He chuckled softly, his deep voice sending a wave of warmth through your body. “It's fine, princess. Why so nervous?” he asked, his smirk playful yet intense.

You swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself. “I, um, I’m sorry, really.”

He took a step closer, and your breath hitched as he looked you over with what felt like a mixture of curiosity and awe. “Don't worry about it,” he said. “I'm Nicholas by the way, Nicholas Chavez.”

You blinked, a realization dawning on you. Nicholas Chavez. The famous actor. You’d seen him on billboards, in tv shows, and even heard girls talk about him endlessly. He was everywhere. And now, here he was, standing before you in nothing but a towel.

“I, uh, I know who you are,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up even more.

He smiled, eyes softening as he looked at you. “Good. You have a name?”

“Yeah, it's Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said smoothly, his voice low. He took a small step toward you, and you felt your pulse quicken. “So, how old are you?” he asked casually, his gaze lingering on you.

“I’m nineteen,” you replied, feeling a little shy under his attention.

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving you. “Nineteen, huh? You're—full of surprises.”

You blinked, unsure what he meant by that, but his next words made your heart skip a beat.

“How about this,” he said with a sly grin. “When your shift is over, come find me. My private hot tub’s always open. I’ll be waiting.”

For a moment, you hesitated, your mind racing. You’d always been the shy, sheltered girl, but something about the way he spoke, the way he looked at you, it made you feel different. More alive. Maybe this was your chance to break free from your past, to do something bold.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll come.”

His smile widened, and he gave you a wink before turning away, heading back to the bed. “The door’s always open for you,” he said over his shoulder as he flopped onto the bed, his gaze lingering on you. “Take your time.”

You felt a rush of excitement and nerves all at once. You finished your cleaning quickly, your thoughts buzzing with what was to come. You couldn’t stop thinking about him—about his body, his voice, the way he had looked at you. You felt like you were about to step into a new chapter of your life, one that you had been longing for.

The hours passed slowly, but finally, it was time. You’d made sure to pick out a sexy bathing suit, to wear underneath your clothes. As you approached his room, your heart raced with anticipation. You unlocked the door with your housekeeper’s key and pushed it open, your eyes immediately falling on him.

Nicholas was there, lounging on the bed in nothing but his trunks, his body looking just as perfect as before. He looked up and saw you standing there, and his eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You came,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You swallowed, nodding. “I— I came.”

As he sat up on the bed, your eyes couldn't help but trace the lines of his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. He was a vision of pure temptation, and for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel nervous. You felt almost empowered.

You stepped out of your clothes and into the soft light of his hotel suite, the anticipation buzzing in the air. You tugged at the straps of your bathing suit, a sudden surge of confidence rushing through you as you revealed the simple yet daring swimwear underneath. His eyes flickered, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you, his gaze darkening with something deeper.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. “You’re gorgeous. Look at you.”

Your heart raced at his words, the heat in your cheeks making you feel more alive than you ever. You gave him a shy smile, but he could see through it, he knew exactly how his words were making you feel. He moved toward you, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as his hands gently took you in his arms.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice steady and warm. You squealed in surprise as he effortlessly swept you off your feet, carrying you toward the hot tub on the balcony. The steam rising from the water mingled with the cool night air, creating a perfect atmosphere that made your pulse race even faster.

He set you down gently, the water soothing against your skin as he stepped in after you, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something magnetic about him, something raw and unspoken. He was powerful, confident, and completely in control, yet there was a kindness in his gaze that made you feel like the only person in the world.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he asked, his voice smooth like velvet. His hand brushed against your back, sending a shiver down your spine as you felt the warmth of his touch.

You took a breath, trying to steady yourself. “Well, I’m new to all of this. I grew up a little sheltered, honestly. But I’m in college now, and I wanted to break out of my shell—experience things for myself.”

Nicholas’ eyes softened with understanding, and he gave you a small nod. “I like that,” he said, his voice deepening. “You’ve got spirit.”

You could feel your heart flutter, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little nervously. “I guess I’m just tired of playing it safe.”

He stepped closer, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in just enough to make you dizzy. “What if I told you that you don’t have to play it safe anymore?” His hand found your cheek, cupping it gently as he held your gaze. “What if I told you there’s so much more to explore, if you’re willing?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you nodded, not trusting your voice for a moment. His words had unlocked something inside you, something that felt like a new beginning.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, barely above a whisper. You could feel the tension between you two, the chemistry so thick you could almost taste it.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “A lot of things. Are you down for anything?”

You could feel your pulse spike, the weight of his question making your stomach flip with excitement. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible, but the conviction behind it was clear. You were ready. Ready to let go and experience everything that this night had to offer.

Nicholas didn’t need any more encouragement. Slowly, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow at first. But then the kiss deepened, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You responded eagerly, your body moving against his as you got lost in the moment. His mouth was hungry, but gentle, as if savoring every second.

He broke away for a moment, looking down at you with something unreadable in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his fingers gently grazing your skin.

Nicholas was so close now, his body radiating warmth as his hands gently traced the contours of your body, making you feel things you’d never experienced before. His eyes never left yours, and you could feel the raw hunger in his gaze.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips barely brushing your ear. “Everything about you is perfect.” His fingers slowly moved up, grazing your side, sending a rush of heat straight to your pussy. He paused, then gently tugged at the strings of your bikini top, his eyes darkening as the fabric loosened. “God,” he breathed, looking at you in awe as the top fell away, exposing your tits to him.

You couldn’t stop the flutter in your chest, the way your pulse quickened at his words. You’d never felt more exposed, yet somehow, with him, it felt right. “So juicy,” he whispered, his voice husky as he lowered his head. His lips brushed the soft curve of your breast, and you gasped softly, unable to stop the soft moans that escaped your lips. “Your moans are hot,” he said.

Your body reacted to every touch, every brush of his hands. His touch felt like fire on your skin, leaving you trembling. The sensation of his hands on your body was overwhelming, and when his fingers gently cupped your breast, you couldn’t help but let out another moan, louder this time.

“God, your boobs are amazing,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as his lips found yours again in a hungry kiss. You kissed him back with the same fervor, your body pressing closer to his, feeling the heat of his chest against you. His body was solid, strong, and you could feel every inch of him as he held you close.

His hand moved slowly down your body, his fingers grazing the edge of your bikini bottom. He didn’t rush, he was savoring every moment, as if he knew this was all new to you. His hand lingered there, rubbing over pussy through the fabric, making you squirm slightly. The water splashed around you, but it only heightened the lust between you both.

You moaned softly as he rubbed your clothed pussy faster, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, and the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still on your body, his eyes full of desire. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said. There was no mistaking the way he felt—he wanted you, just as much as you wanted him.

With a gentle but insistent pull, he guided you closer, your bodies pressed together, the heat from the water mixing with the heat between you. His lips found yours once more, and as you kissed him back, you felt the world narrowing down to just the two of you, two bodies, two souls connecting in the steam and the quiet night.

What do you want, princess?” His voice was thick with desire, his lips lingering near your ear.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding as you thought about what you wanted. “I need to feel more. I need you to make me—make me cum.”

He chuckled softly, his breath warm on your neck. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to your bikini bottom. He was so careful, making sure you were comfortable with every movement. He kissed you again, and this time the kiss was deeper, more urgent, as though he couldn’t wait to explore more of you.

The water splashed lightly around you as you both moved, the sound of your breaths mingling with the soft hum of the jets. His hand moved lower, brushing gently against you. He pulled your strings, easily ripping off your bikini then slipped a finger inside your wetness. You couldn’t help but gasp, the sensation of his fingers inside you unfamiliar yet thrilling.

“I’m a virgin by the way, I should’ve mentioned that earlier.”

“Shit, are you okay, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look at you. You nodded, your fingers curling into his chest as you pulled him closer.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you whispered, your body reacting instinctively to his finger curling inside you. He slipped another finger inside you, your nails digging into his huge biceps and he took the moment to rub your clit. Your moans and the sound of water splashing was all he could hear.

“Nick— I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with approval. “Cum for me, baby.”

And for the first time in your life, you did. You squirted on his fingers, feeling the tension in your body release as you surrendered to the moment, to him.

“Fucking hell, you look so pretty when you cum, y’know that?” he murmured, brushing your hair from your face.

“Well, it’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like this so, no,” you laughed.

You suddenly realized you were butt ass naked in front of a man for the first time as his eyes raked over your body, drinking you in like you were a sculpture in a museum. Your hands went instinctively to your boobs, covering yourself as he stared too long.

“Oh baby, don’t hide yourself, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, taking your hands and placing it on his bulge. You felt how hard he was, and how big.

Nicholas pulled down his swim trunks, and stepped out of the water in all his glory. The warm water cascaded over his body and all the way down to his cock that was standing at attention. The steam was a paid actor like himself—setting the mood and reflecting the heat between you. He took your hand and helped you out of the hot tub, both of you dripping with arousal and remnants of water.

As you stood there, his towel draped loosely around his waist, you couldn’t help but notice how impossibly broad and strong his frame was. The water glistened off his chest, highlighting his defined muscles, and you felt an involuntary shiver of anticipation.

He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against your skin as he took up a towel and dried you off. You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest as his hands lingered just a little longer than necessary, making it hard for you to breathe.

“Come on baby,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he led you back toward the bedroom, your pulse quickening with every step. The moment you entered, he closed the door behind you, the weight of his presence filling the room.

Before you could even process what was happening, he pushed you gently onto the bed, your body sinking into the softness of the mattress. The action was quick, but there was nothing hurried about the way he looked at you—there was a quiet intensity in his gaze, like he couldn’t wait to see where this would go.

He stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, watching you as you caught your breath, your body still damp from the hot tub. “You know,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, “you’re absolutely beautiful.” His words sent a wave of heat through you, making you flush as his gaze dropped to your body, his eyes darkening with desire.

You could barely find your voice. “Th-thank you,” you stammered, trying to steady yourself, but the way he was looking at you made it impossible to focus. You weren’t sure if you were nervous or excited, maybe both.

Nicholas moved closer, leaning down until his face was just inches from your glistening pussy. “Can I taste you?” he asked softly, his lips hovering over you.

You nodded, barely able to speak, but your lips parted as he moved in. His mouth moved against your pussy slow at first, tentative almost, as if testing the waters. But as he began licking faster, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You responded by pressing your pussy against him, the heat of his mouth making you dizzy with desire.

“You’re taste so fucking good,” he murmured against your clit, his voice a husky growl. You moaned softly in response, your body already reacting to his tongue all over you. It was the first time anyone had made you feel like this, so exposed and yet so wanted.

Your breath caught in your throat as you gathered the courage to speak. “Shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whispered.

He smiled, that wicked grin curling at the edges of his lips at the nickname you appointed to him. “Wow, we’ll address that after you cum on my tongue, so go ahead,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

As if your body was waiting for the go ahead, you arched from the bed, your hands immediately gripping his hair as you ground your pussy all over his mouth. You moaned as you squirted and he took the opportunity to slurp every drop of what your pussy had to over.

“Mm— that’s my good girl, you taste like fucking Heaven, sweetheart,” he praised in between his licks.

He moved up to you, his lips glistening with your arousal and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him and relishing in your savory taste. As you did, you could feel his hard cock pressing against you, his pre cum leaking and smearing on you. It felt so good, you wanted to suck his dick but you needed him to fuck you even more.

“So, daddy kink hmm? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter,” Nicholas said, that gorgeous smirk on his face.

You buried your face in his neck, grinding your pussy against his shaft as you let out small whimpers in his ear. You needed that dick, bad.

“You’re so needy sweetheart, what is it, you want my cock?”

You let out a soft ‘mhmm’ still grinding against him as your body shuddered, if you weren’t careful, you knew you’d cum from just doing that.

“Words baby, I need words, do you want daddy to take your virginity?” he asked. When he saw you, he knew he wanted you for a fun night and more, he would’ve never thought a beautiful woman like you was still a virgin and would be up for a night with him. Let’s be real, if a guy like him asked you to come to his room after hours, he was looking to fuck and you, a virgin, knowingly came to his room. Though, he needed to know you were on board.

“Yes, please, I want you to take my virginity, please fuck me,” you whimpered.

He reached to pull out the nightstand drawer and you knew immediately what he was reaching for.

“N-no condom,” you muttered, grabbing his hand, “I’d like to feel all of you for my first time, i-if that’s okay.”

“‘Course baby, anything for you,” he smiled.

He moved back on top of you, stroking his length and spreading the pre cum all over. Looking at how big he was, you wondered how he would fit.

“You sure you want to do this sweetheart? You can still back out if you want to, the decision is all yours,” he said, concern etched on his face.

“I’m sure Nicholas,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down.

His leaking tip rubbed against your folds, the sound of your wetness filling the hotel room.

“I’m gonna go slow baby but it’s still going to be a bit uncomfortable at first, if it’s gets too painful, all you have to say is stop, yeah?”

You nodded your head and smiled, appreciative of his words, you wouldn’t want to be losing your virginity in any other scenario with anyone else but him.

Slowly, he began easing his cock into you, muttering praises and placing kisses all over your face. Your face contorted from the pain and pleasure and you tried your best to relax so he could move further.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, the worst part’s gonna be over soon,” he uttered, before placing a kiss on your lips.

He slowly pushed into you more, peppering kisses and cooing at you. You’d never felt to full, your fingers when you touched yourself didn’t compare to how big he was inside you. Your jaw fell agape as the slight pain finally subsided and you were overcome with pleasure.

“Daddy,” you moaned as he began to move at a steady pace, his cocky repeatedly brushing against your sweet spot.

“There she is, there’s daddy’s girl,” he cooed, placing another kiss on your lips.

His words made your pussy clench and a flutter grew in your heart, this man was doing things to you no man had ever done.

“Faster,” you urged, grinding against him.

He granted your wish, pounding into you faster and making your body jolt upwards. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the room and soon, you felt your approaching orgasm.

“So fucking tight, just clenching around me like that, I know you wanna cum, cum on daddy’s cock baby.”

Your nails dug into his back leaving a trail of fire and he pounded into you just the way you liked it.

“Oh fuck— daddy,” you cried, grabbing him and pulling him flush against you. You shuddered as your orgasm ripped through you, your juices soaking the bed as he pulled out.

As he looked down, there was a bit of blood between your legs and on his cock. He quickly grabbed a towel and cleaned you up then himself, placing a kiss on your thigh.

You glimpsed the blood stained towel and buried your face in your hands.

“I— I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—”

He cut you off with a passionate kiss, cupping your cheeks.

“You don’t need to apologize, it’s natural and normal sweetheart.”

You gave him a small smile and he flipped you on top of him swiftly, making you squeal.

“I know it’s your first time but I need you to ride me baby, need to see those fucking tits bounce and have you on top of me.”

“Anything for you,” you smirked, though nervous.

You lined his awaiting cock with your dripping pussy, rubbing it against you and making it drip down his shaft.

“Fucking hell, you’re amazing,” he moaned, bucking his hips.

Slowly, you sank down onto him, both moaning in unison as your warmth and wetness engulfed each other. It was like fireworks exploded, this was everything you had dreamed of. It was a burning stretch but the pain soon turned into pleasure.

You bounced on his cock and he moved his hips to meet your thrusts.

“Oh God— daddy,” you moaned, feeling him hit a whole new spot inside you, you thought was impossible.

“Yeah? You like that? You like riding daddy’s cock? Fucking say it,” he panted.

“I— I love riding daddy’s cock, fuck me harder,” you moaned.

“Good fucking girl.”

He thrusted up into you, grabbing your boobs and playing with your nipples as he did. Your moans were like music to his ears and soon, he felt the familiar feeling of your pussy fluttering and clenching around him like you didn’t want to let him go.

“Squeezing me so fucking tight baby, cum for daddy, soak daddy’s cock.”

Falling on top of him, your body convulsed and your orgasm overtook you, soaking his length and the sheets below you once more. You knew the housekeepers would complain, they always did when the sheets were covered in bodily fluid, hell, you did too, oh the irony.

“Stay just like that baby, daddy’s gonna pump you full of cum,” he murmured.

Nicholas pinned your hands behind your back, the action unusual but making your head swoon.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” he asked, fucking up into you hard.

“I love it daddy, faster,” you begged.

“As you wish.” His cock began slamming into you faster and soon, you felt the unmistakable feeling of something warm, filling you to the brim.

“That feels so good,” you moaned, grinding against him.

“I know baby, take daddy’s cum, take it in that tight fucking pussy.”

He slowly thrusted into you before he pulled out, the feeling leaving you empty yet fulfilled.

You laid there, tangled in each other, feeling the rise and fall of each other’s chests.

“Did you enjoy yourself beautiful?,” he asked, as you leaned up to look at him.

“More than I could ever imagine.”

He smiled and gave you a kiss on the lips before making his way to the bathroom and coming back with a warm cloth. He cleaned you up, littering kisses as he did.

“You’re so beautiful, I’m so lucky,” he muttered. His words made your heart flutter, would this be a regular occurrence?

“I think I’m lucky too,” you laughed, “a famous actor just took my virginity.”

“And I’d like to take it all over again in the morning, will you stay the night?” he inquired, tossing the cloth on the couch.

“I don’t think I can, I already broke a rule sleeping with a guest but literally sleeping over in a guest’s room? I’d get fired and it’s my first job I—“

He cut you off with a finger over your lips. “Shh, forget who I am? I’ll pull some strings, and even if you do get fired, I’ll easily take care of you.”

You buried your face in his firm chest and he fell onto the bed beside you. The romantic night went on with you tangled in each other’s arms and Nicholas littering kisses all over your face. Who knew being a housekeeper would score you such a big tip.

[chadobi]

The Look of Love

Bayverse Leonardo x Fem!Reader

The lair was glowing, alive with the kind of warmth that only came from mismatched furniture, half-working lights, and the presence of people you didn’t have to pretend around.

April’s laugh cut through the air like a song you never wanted to end, mingling with the excited chaos of Mikey’s voice shouting something about “technically legal Uno moves.” Donnie was trying to explain the rules (for the fifth time), and Raph had just thrown down his cards and declared, “This game is dumb anyway.”

You smiled, curled up on the edge of the couch, watching the dysfunction unfold like a well-rehearsed play. And yet, despite the comfort of it all, your mind felt distant, adrift.

You rose quietly, unnoticed in the blur of playful accusations and flying playing cards, and made your way toward the kitchen.

It was dimly lit, washed in soft gold from the overhead lamp. The walls still carried faint traces of past meals and late-night laughter. You reached for a glass in the cabinet, already picturing the taste of cold water, when…

He was there.

Leonardo stood near the counter, his back to you, the mug in his hand still steaming.

You paused.

He turned at the sound of your step, slow and instinctive, eyes landing on yours. His expression shifted, subtle, but noticeable. Just enough to catch your breath off-guard.

“Oh,” he said, not startled but definitely surprised. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

You swallowed. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he turned back to his mug. “You didn’t. I just wasn’t paying attention.”

The air felt different now. Not tense, but… aware. Like even the quiet between you two was watching.

You moved to the sink and filled your glass. From the corner of your eye, you could feel him still there. Unmoving. Present.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence softly, “needed a break from Uno madness?”

He exhaled a breath that might’ve been a laugh. “You have no idea. Mikey and April teamed up, and now it’s not even Uno anymore. It’s some mutant version called ‘Undefeated Mikuno.’”

You snorted into your glass. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or horrified.”

“Both’s a safe bet.”

You turned, leaning back against the counter across from him. He mirrored the posture, arms folded casually over his broad chest. His hoodie was slightly too small for him now, tight across his shoulders. You’d seen him train, fight, lead, always with control. But here, in the warm quiet, he seemed… softer. A little more human.

Your eyes met.

It wasn’t intentional.

Or maybe it was. Just a second too long.

Something flickered there, between the space of a breath and a blink. It didn’t speak, didn’t demand. It just existed, like a light between two rooms.

You didn’t look away.

Neither did he.

It wasn’t intense, wasn’t wild. It was quiet. But it burned. A stillness that made the blood in your neck rush warm and visible under your skin.

The look of love, the rush of blood.

Not love, you told yourself. Not yet. But something.

Something enough to make the world feel a little less steady under your feet.

His gaze was unreadable in that moment, but not cold. If anything, it was too open. Like he forgot to build the walls in time. And you were suddenly aware of just how close he was. How little space separated the tips of your toes from his.

His lips parted, as if to say something, but no words followed. Just another breath. Another moment suspended.

Then…

“Yo, Raph! You owe me twenty bucks!”

Mikey’s voice pierced the silence like a stone through glass.

You startled, nearly dropping your glass. Leo flinched too, blinking rapidly and straightening up.

You both turned toward the entrance of the kitchen.

There, in the dim archway, were all of them. Donnie, Mikey, April, and Raph. Peeking around the corner like the world’s least discreet spies.

“We were literally betting on how long y’all would stare at each other,” April whispered, covering her mouth like it would muffle her amusement. “I said four minutes. Donnie said three and a half. Raph said…”

“…that it was weird and I didn’t wanna talk about it,” Raph grunted, arms crossed but unmistakably smug.

“I said nothing!” Donnie protested. “But I did start the stopwatch.”

Leonardo sighed heavily and rubbed a hand down his face. His cheeks were dusted with a deeper shade of green.

“You guys are unbelievable,” he muttered, already stepping toward the doorway.

“Wait!” Mikey grinned, wagging a finger. “We’re just saying-if you’re gonna be all moony-eyed in the kitchen, you could at least give us popcorn!”

“Out. Now,” Leo deadpanned, voice low but firm, ushering them back like a grumpy shepherd.

They scattered with laughter echoing behind them, leaving only faint shadows of teasing behind.

You turned away quickly, letting out a long breath and pressing your cool glass to your cheek. Your heart was pounding and you were very aware of it.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“They’re never gonna let us live this down, huh?” you asked softly.

He shook his head, running a hand along the back of his neck. “Not a chance.”

A pause. Not awkward. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry if that was… weird,” he added after a beat. “Just… didn’t expect…”

“No,” you cut in, then smiled, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t weird.”

He looked at you for a long second. Then, nodded, slow, thoughtful.

“Good.”

There was a comfort in the silence that followed, like the moment had passed but left something behind. Not a confession. Not even a plan. Just a mutual, quiet understanding that something had happened. And maybe that was enough for now.

You nudged his shoulder gently as you walked past him, glass still in hand.

“I’m heading back before Mikey starts narrating our nonexistent love story to the entire sewer system.”

Leo smirked, following you a step behind. “Too late. He’s probably already drafting the fanfiction.”

You both laughed quietly, and for a moment, the world felt smaller again, just you and him, and a flicker of something waiting beneath the surface.

Not love.

But maybe something that would become it,

In time.

[synity]

hi sira💕💕

can you write about hoshi when during housewarming in a new house after marriage the reader announces in front of all the members that she is pregnant

HOME FOR THREE

(kwon sonyoung x Femreader)

*domestic romance, slice-of-life, fluff, emotional bonds, warmth, and the celebration of new beginnings, deep emotional connection.*

It was the day everyone had been waiting for. The long-anticipated housewarming of your new home a dream come true for both you and Hoshi. After years of dating, growing together, and finally getting married, the two of you had worked tirelessly to make this house into your haven. The walls were painted in soft hues that reminded you of the mornings you spent with him, the furniture carefully picked to reflect both your tastes, and the kitchen filled with appliances that you were still learning how to use (thanks to Hoshi's endless attempts at cooking).

The scent of fresh flowers and the soft hum of music filled the space as friends, family, and the fellow Seventeen members began to trickle in. The air was light with joy and anticipation. Laughter echoed off the walls, and everyone seemed to be in their best spirits.

Hoshi your husband, your best friend, your soulmate was buzzing with excitement. His energy was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile at how much he loved showing off this new chapter of your life. His signature bright smile never left his face, his hands occasionally running through his hair in his classic playful way.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, his voice full of excitement as he moved toward you.

"Ready," you said, nodding, a warmth flooding your chest as you saw him in his element. Even after all this time, he still made you feel butterflies.

As your guests gathered around, you both found yourselves laughing and reminiscing. It was a beautiful, intimate night. But you had a little surprise in store, one that had been growing inside you for weeks.

For the past month, you had noticed the subtle changes in your body the slight nausea, the tenderness in your chest, the constant exhaustion. You had hoped for the best but feared it might be too soon to tell anyone. But after visiting your doctor, getting that positive result, and knowing in your heart that the time had come to share the news, the excitement kept bubbling up inside you.

You talked with Hoshi the night after the test, talking about your pregancy without really mentioning it, "imagine a little cute boy or a girl sleeping in your arms huh?, wouldn't that be cute?" his eyes widening in disbelief at first before bursting into laughter. He had been shocked, electroshocked , but his joy was undeniable. His reaction had been priceless, to say the least.

"what if you're pregnant?" he had whispered in awe, his face lighting up. "a mini me running in the house, butt naked, running away from diapers."

As the night unfolded, you and Hoshi were the center of attention, as usual. The members of Seventeen were mingling, some sipping drinks, others playing games. The atmosphere was alive with warmth, the kind of friendship that only came with years of trust, support, and love.

You had a little plan in mind. Hoshi, always the enthusiast, hadn't caught on yet. He was busy talking to Jeonghan, laughing at a joke that had been told, and clearly enjoying himself. But you could see the little glances he kept sending your way, his smile never faltering.

It was Joshua who gave you the perfect opening. He raised his glass for a toast, his voice carrying through the room.

"To new beginnings," Joshua said, his eyes glinting with mirth. "To love, to laughter, and to the beautiful house that Hoshi and Y/N have created together."

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses. You could feel your heart racing now, excitement mingling with nerves. This was it.

Hoshi squeezed your hand, giving you a wink as if to reassure you. But you still felt the rush of adrenaline. You had no idea how this moment would unfold.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up from your seat. Hoshi blinked, his head turning toward you, unsure of what was going on.

"Actually," you began, your voice shaking slightly with both excitement and anticipation, "there's something that I wanted to announce, too."

Everyone turned their attention to you, the playful banter around the room slowly dying down. You could see the curious glances from the members, all of them waiting, unsure of what you were about to say.

Hoshi's eyes widened, and you swore you saw a flicker of concern in them. He knew you well enough to know that when you looked at him like this, something big was coming. His grip on your hand tightened, but he didn't interrupt.

"I know we've been celebrating this beautiful house and the life we've built together," you continued, your voice gaining confidence as you felt Hoshi's warm gaze on you. "But there's something else that's about to make this house even fuller."

Hoshi's eyebrows furrowed as the room grew quieter.

"I'm... pregnant," you finally said, the words spilling out.

For a moment, silence took over. Hoshi blinked, as though processing what you said. And then, his face transformed. His jaw dropped, eyes wide with surprise.

"Wait... WHAT?" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched with shock.

Laughter erupted from the members. Woozi, ever the composed one, was chuckling while DK playfully shoved Hoshi’s arm.

"Are you serious? You're having a baby?" Seungkwan exclaimed, his hands flying to his cheeks.

Hoshi, still in shock, stood up abruptly, looking between you and the group. His face was a mixture of disbelief and excitement, his mouth opening and closing as though searching for the right words.

"H-h-how?" he stammered, his eyes searching yours, his voice wavering. "When? How long...?"

You giggled at his adorable reaction, trying to ease the tension with your laughter. "A few weeks now, Hoshi. I just wanted to share it with all of you here."

For a second, the room went quiet as everyone took in the news. Then, without warning, Hoshi scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around. His face was glowing, a mixture of pride, joy, and disbelief all mixed into one.

"Oh my God," he whispered, holding you tightly. "This is... amazing. We’re going to have a baby. We’re going to be parents. I—"

Before he could continue, he kissed you, a deep, passionate kiss that was full of promises, love, and the overwhelming joy of the moment.

The room burst into cheers and applause. The members surrounded you both, congratulating you and Hoshi, and you could see the overwhelming love and support from everyone.

After the announcement, the mood in the house shifted. It was as though everyone had caught the energy of your news. Hoshi couldn’t stop talking about the baby, asking everyone if they thought it would be a boy or a girl, what names they thought of, and even what kind of toys the baby might like.

"You better start making space for that crib," Seungkwan teased, "and Hoshi, don’t forget that you'll need to change diapers."

Hoshi’s face turned red. "I’m gonna be the best dad ever, okay? I can do it all."

You smiled at the warmth around you. Hoshi’s nervousness had turned into something else entirely an eagerness to embrace this new chapter in his life, with you by his side.

As the night wore on, the celebrations continued. But for you and Hoshi, the night had already become unforgettable. This was the beginning of a new chapter in your life one full of love, growth, and the joy of becoming parents together.

You leaned your head on Hoshi’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you, both of you savoring the moment.

"I can't believe it," Hoshi whispered, his voice full of awe. "I’m gonna be a dad. With you. We’re gonna have a family."

You nodded, your heart full. "Together. Always."

And as the laughter and chatter continued around you, you knew this was only the beginning of an even greater adventure with Hoshi by your side.

As the excitement settled a little, everyone gathered in the living room. The lights were dimmed, soft music playing in the background, and food was passed around like comfort. Hoshi couldn’t stop touching your belly—even though it was still flat—and talking about names, baby clothes, and whether or not the child would inherit his energy.

"Do you think they'll like tigers?" he asked.

"They’re literally not even the size of a sesame seed yet," you laughed.

Vernon chuckled from the couch. "I bet they’ll come out dancing already."

"A born performer," Jun agreed.

Hoshi sat beside you, one arm draped across the back of the couch, his hand absentmindedly playing with your hair. His usual hyper energy was softened, subdued by the enormity of what lay ahead. He was still beaming, but now there was a new layer to it tenderness, protectiveness, responsibility.

Later that night, after everyone had left, Hoshi walked with you through the house in silence. Your footsteps echoed gently in the hallways, and he finally stopped in front of the guest room.

"We can turn this one into the nursery," he said quietly.

You nodded, leaning into him.

"I want to be a good dad," he whispered, voice cracking slightly.

"You will be," you replied. "The best."

He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against yours.

"Thank you for choosing me," he said, voice trembling.

"Always," you whispered.

And in the quiet of your new home, with the warmth of celebration still lingering, you and Hoshi stood wrapped in each other's arms ready for whatever the future had in store.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Hades, Qin Shi Huang, Apollo, Poseidon, Hercules, Ares and Hermes x Maomao Reader please?

This would be so funny because while many women, mortal, goddess, nymph and many other species fawn and lust over him, Reader looks upon him in disgust/disinterest when it comes to his physical appearance

However she only gets excited and show joy when it comes to medical herbs, poisons and certain animals which she scared him after he saw her consume poison and have a smile on her face over it

Frog Scene (Girl, I SCREAMED like a banshee I kid you not when I saw that scene)

OMG same! I read the manga, so I knew this was coming but when it happened, I squeed so loudly!

-He had it all, (Love) had adoration from women- gods, humans, nymphs- they all adored him for his handsome good looks and power!

-You, however, were an outlier- you looked upon him like he was scum at your feet, like you weren’t affected by his beauty, strength and skills- to you he was an annoyance and you had no issues showing it on your face when you looked at him, especially when he would try to flirt with you, to get a reaction out of you, but you would always bristle like a cat, glaring at him.

-It was strange, your reactions to him, it annoyed him at first, as he couldn’t understand it, he couldn’t wrap his head around how you weren’t swooning over him like others who would give anything for a fraction of his attention.

-You weren’t bothered by their jealous looks as (Love) was paying attention only to you, as he wanted you to acknowledge him in something other than anger and annoyance.

-(Love) was stunned to see that you were okay with treating others with kindness, speaking kindly, smiling gently, and conversing that didn’t sound like forced politeness, and he grew rather cranky, feeling salty that you treated him differently!

-That’s when he had an epiphany- you treated him differently and he liked it! You weren’t like everyone else, you treated him like how he acted, a cocky and sometimes arrogant full-of-himself!

-This, unfortunately for you, led to him seeking you out more, wanting to get to know you more, which made his admirers jealous and which annoyed you, especially when he cut into your personal time with your research.

-(Love) had nearly collapsed as he watched you eating something poisonous on purpose, rushing over to haul you up to take you to the clinic, but he froze as you looked to be in absolute bliss, smiling so beautifully as if you had just seen heaven.

-You blinked as his hands clapped down on your shoulders, holding you there as he was enraptured with your beautiful smile, like you just realized he was there as you spoke, “Hello Lord (Love), is there something you needed?”

-He instantly was yelling at you, mostly in worry more than anything, “Why are you eating poison?! And why do you look so happy about it?!”

-You looked a bit surprised but answered like it was no big deal, “I was a poison tester while I was alive. I grew immune to poisons by ingesting so many and instead of it bothering me, it tastes delicious, and I love how it makes me feel.”

-Despite being shocked by your answer, (Love) spent the next half hour yelling at you for being so reckless, because if you died in Valhalla, you would be erased from existence. You didn’t realize he cared so much about you, as his anger was surprising, but you just sat there, taking your scolding.

-You unfortunately made it worse by reaching for the bowl while he was pacing back and forth, wanting another bite, which led to your scolding session being expanded by another full hour.

-You were going to give him high blood pressure, but he did enjoy seeing the looks of glee on your face from seeing rare herbs, medicines, and other poisons.

-You were a strange person, but he couldn’t help but feel more and more drawn to you and while you hated to admit it, you grew to enjoy his company. He wasn’t the arrogant pretty boy you thought he was- he was more complex than that.

-The two of kept learning more and more about each other as you grew closer, much to the dismay of his admirers, who knew that they lost to you.

[heauxvibez]

Dipsea 2

warning: smut (18+). I had to change my panties after typing this bad boi up..

You looked at your phone with a desperate whimper, the frustration of the sudden interruption running through you. You had just begun to sink into the sweet rhythm of it, and now, you were certain the app was worth every cent. There was no way you’d be left on a cliffhanger—not when the heat was already pooling deep in your pussy, and his words were making your body ache with need. No other free option would suffice. Joe had started this, and you were determined he’d be the one to finish it.

With a quick tap, you paid for the app, heart pounding, pussy throbbing as the screen shifted. You watched as all nine parts unlocked, the bright purple and orange hues of the app glowing softly against the darkened room. The colors pulsed much like the warmth building inside you, teasing you as you imagined what was coming next. You were ready to dive back into the sultry depths of Joe's voice, ready to be carried away again, this time with no interruptions.

With another quick tap, you clicked on part two of Watch, your excitement beaming as the screen transitioned to reveal a new silhouette of him. This time, the image was a stunning depiction of his back, his broad shoulders and sculpted muscles bathed in more hues of deep orange and violet that painted the app. The soft gradient colors traced the contours of his body, highlighting every curve and dip in his toned frame just as much as the last silhouette.

His hair and tattoo were the only contrast—bold, inky black curls outlined by thin, glowing lines of orange, the strands seeming to ripple with motion as if you could reach out and feel the soft waves between your fingers. The black tribal patterns were striking—precise and pristine. The lines were sharp, curves fluid, creating a seamless flow of ink that wrapped around the silhouette with an almost hypnotic grace. The design seemed alive, as if the artist had studied every inch of his form with care. Whoever had illustrated this masterpiece deserved a raise.

The silhouette cut off just above his lower back, but not before emphasizing the curve of his spine and the dimples that rested at the base, drawing your gaze down. The image lingered there, inviting you to the details and shadows that made him feel more magnetic. It was impossible to look away.

You pressed play and closed your eyes without hesitation, you were ready to fill your ears with his voice and your mind with his image.

"Now go ahead and play with that pussy for me, but take your time. I don't want our fun to end so soon," he commanded. It was the same line he had whispered at the end of part one, a teasing reminder that he knew exactly where you both had left off, pulling you right back into that state of arousal.

But this time, things were a bit different. Your panties, once tangled around your ankles, had now disappeared somewhere within the soft, silky sheets beneath you. Your fingers hovered above your clit, ready to obey him, knowing exactly where they were headed—into the same silky folds that ached for attention, craving the touch you’d been holding back from for too long.

You could already feel the tingling between your thighs, the way his voice alone had the power to make your body respond, your mind slipping into a haze of pleasure. Just as he’d asked, you were savoring every second, drawing out the pleasure because you both knew there was no rush. It was about indulgence—taking your time, sinking deeper into the sensations, and losing yourself completely.

Your middle finger drew light, teasing circles around your clit, barely grazing the sensitive nub. Despite the faint touch, you were already soaking wet, your juices slick against your skin, and you hadn’t even fully given in yet. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you imagined his eyes on you, the thought heating your skin even from a distance. You could picture the way he’d tilt his head back slightly, his eyes dark while lifting his hand to stroke his beard in that slow, menacing way he always did when he was gathering his thoughts. His fingers would glide over the coarse hairs, tracing the strong line of his jaw, and then move down toward his throat, his palm smoothing over his skin as if grooming himself in preparation.

You could hear the sound of him shifting in his seat, the sound of his body moving making your breath hitch. It was subtle, but you pretended as if it was an involuntary thrust, his horniness impossible to hide. You imagined his dick strained against the fabric of his tight bottoms, pressing insistently, desperate for relief.

"Just like that, sweetheart," he groaned. "Fuck, I can barely keep still over here," he chuckled, the sound rough and deep, making your body tingle in response.

"I can see you drippin' all the way from here," his voice purred through your earphones, carrying a teasing tone that vibrated in your ears.

"Those lips, glistening and glossy... all for me, right, baby?" you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips. Your body responded before you could think, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper.

"Yes, daddy..." you murmured into the air, your toes curling with the rush that came from answering him. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again,

"Good girl," he affirmed. "Now, can you slip those fingers inside for me? But tease yourself just like I would..." what he wanted from you, what he asked of you was so damn irresistible, and as your middle finger slid down your slick slit, you listened, teasing your entrance, tapping it lightly, just as he’d instructed. The teasing was unbearable, your body aching for more as your fingers played along your soaked folds.

"You're such a great listener, baby. Go ahead and slip those fingers in.."

"Whew, Jesus," you sighed, finally giving in as your middle and ring fingers slipped into you, the warm, tight sensation wrapping around your digits beautifully. Your palm brushed against your swollen clit, your body pulsing around your fingers. The friction was maddening, every stroke drawing you deeper.

You could hear his breath hitch in your ears, shaky and uneven, as he narrated your pleasure. "God damn if only you could see yourself right now," he groaned, "Your pussy taking in your fingers, going deep and curling against your g spot... Shit, you don’t know what you’re doing to me."

It was wild how his words were basically tailored to cater to your own pleasure. Every syllable felt like it was crafted just for you. His praise, the soft, commanding tone he used, was almost too much. You could hear every minor shift in his voice, the way he controlled each breath, making it deeper, huskier when the moment needed it. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way he wielded them, like a lover’s touch, knowing exactly when to soften, when to tease, when to push.

"Keep the pace slow,” he uttered, “I want you to enjoy and savor this. I want to enjoy and savor this. You know I love watching you fall apart in agony, knowing that you've been waiting to nut all night. Knowing that you're holding onto that nut just for me. Knowing you ain't gon nut until I say so."

“Fuck," you cursed as you slowed your movements, still doing as he says even though it felt torturous. Your finger slid in and out of you with agonizing slowness.

The contrast between the slow, teasing strokes and the need inside you made everything feel so much sweeter. It was as if his voice was in control of your body, holding your hand, pushing you just to the brink but never letting you tumble over. The slowness frustrated you, yet it pleased you so perfectly.

"Just like that, my love. In..." His voice purred as your fingers slipped deeply inside, "And out..." he continued, his words guiding you as you pulled them out slowly, feeling the slickness of your folds against your skin. "In..." You pushed your fingers back through your wet heat, your breath trembling. "And out..." you obeyed again, this time a soft moan escaping your lips as your fingers retreated, leaving you wanting more.

"Mmm, you hear that?" His voice was now getting lower, making your whole body shiver. You listened closely, the only sounds in the room now were his heavy, steady breathing in your ear and the unmistakable sound of your juices being pushed in and out of you. The wet, slick noise echoed throughout the room which did nothing but tighten the knot deep in your belly.

Your fingers moved with purpose, matching the slow, teasing pace he had set, the wetness coating your fingers making the motion smoother. You were getting closer to the edge.

"You ain't ever been this wet baby. I just know them fingers are drowning in that nectar of yours.." he murmured, with his words being slightly interrupted by throaty moans. The sounds of fabric rubbing made you think that he might be stroking himself through the barrier of his clothes, fueling the fantasy and pure delusion of him watching you.

"Aht, remember what I said? Keep that pace slow; I know you can take it..." His voice urges you to follow his demands despite the desperate need to cum.

"I can’t..." you whimpered, your voice breaking as your back arched in a sad attempt to increase the friction against your palm. The struggle to maintain the slowness was killing you. You were doing your best to follow his instructions, but he was too damn good at this erotic audio shit. It felt impossible to hold out much longer—his voice was relentless.

His breaths seemed to grow louder, more insistent, and his moans were becoming deeper and more profound. "Wrap your left hand around your throat, mhm," he instructed, "Make sure you grip it well. Just like I would when I'm holding you in place, keepin' you from runnin.'"

Your left hand moved slowly, trembling slightly as it glided up your body, feeling every shift in your skin. The vulnerability of the touch made you acutely aware of how fragile you were. Even the gentlest of touches at this moment felt like they would do you in.

"Just like that. Fuck, you're gonna come, ain’t you?" He questioned seductively, his voice was filled with a knowing confidence as if he could read your mind.

He laughly breathlessly, a sound of cockiness that made you want to reach through the phone and give him a light slap on the wrist for being such a know it all.

"Your breaths are gettin' shorter, your pussy’s gettin' wetter, and I can see those legs trembling, trying to stay open." You were stunned by how right he was, it was a perfect reflection of the torment yet pleasurable moment he was talking you through.

"Cum for me baby, cum for daddy," he whispered compelling your fingers to delve deep inside and your palm to press the perfect amount of pressure onto your clit. Your body quivered as your orgasm radiated from the top of your head to the tip of your toes and back up again like waves. Pure waves of euphoria that is. Waves that nearly shatter you into pure bliss.

Your back arched with each breathy word he spoke to you, “Keep going, sweetheart. Don’t stop. Don’t stop moving those fucking fingers,” he growled, his words were rough and delicious. Your fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pumping deep and steady. Your thighs tightened around your wrist, pulling you closer, your juices flowing freely into your palm, glistening with every stroke. Your pussy clung to your fingers with a needy grip, pulling them in as you withdrew, a constant dance between your walls and your digits.

Tears streamed freely from your eyes as your left hand stayed firm against your throat, the sensation of the choke making you lose your mind, while also serving as a grounding anchor. You couldn't quite tell if it was your own grip or his that held you captive. Physically, you knew it was your hand, but emotionally, this man had an undeniable hold on you, wrapping around your mind with his words, and his energy.

Your body gradually relaxed, the tension melting away after the breathtaking orgasm that had left you well…breathless. You had been holding air in your lungs, caught in the throes of pleasure, until his soothing voice gently pulled you back to reality.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, his sultry voice and slow, deep breaths filled your ears. You matched his rhythm, each inhale and exhale guiding you back to yourself. When you finally opened your eyes, which had felt closed for hours, you found yourself staring at the ceiling, still reeling from your release. You could hardly believe how powerful it had been. “That was good,” he chuckled, and the sound made you crack a small, satisfied smile.

“Mmm, now that I’ve watched, come over here so I can listen to you moan in daddy's ear.”

Click here to play "Listen" narrated by Joe, voiced by Roman Reigns.

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I feel absolutely DELUSIONAL after writing this. Only because I feel like something like this could actually happen LOL.

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[aajjks]

Destiny (m)

synopsis. You can’t say no to him, it’s his birthday after all.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, hê ïs sö përsüäsïvë, ünhëälthy rëlätïönshïp, yändêrê jk 10x.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN I LOVE. please send asks for my jk’s, what do you love the most about jk? I love him, I hope you guys will love this as well, so what’s your answer going to be?

He just loves you so much.

Jungkook knows it’s unhealthy but he doesn’t care. You are everything to him, you’re his reason for everything, you’re the centre of his universe.

He wants to be with you forever, you’re both perfect for each other, God made you for him, and him for you.

Jungkook is a firm believer in destiny and he believes that you’re his destiny.

So that’s why he’s going to make you his tonight, forever.

You are nervous,

When it comes to your boyfriend you’re always tense.

You want to be happy, excited for your date tonight with him but all you feel is nervous, maybe it’s because you’re not sure about how he’s going to react to what you’re about to tell him.

Jungkook was always unpredictable.

As you sit right across him, you feel his eyes on you, you can’t really look at him without looking away, or playing with your nails. Your anxiety is rising through the roof.

Maybe you shouldn’t today, it’s his birthday after all, but it’s really now or never. Your courage is barely enough today, you’ll chicken out the next day.

“Baby? You okay?”

The feeling of his right tattooed hand on yours and his voice pulls you out of your inner dilemma, you blink twice, he looks so happy and beautiful. His eyes are filled with love for you, he looks at you like you’re his whole world.

And that scares you a little.

You nod to jungkook and he squeezes your hand again. “Just thinking about you, kook.” You reply, the night is so calm, the atmosphere is so peaceful yet Jungkook’s eyes don’t let you calm down.

“The food was so delicious right YN???? Also I ordered their top desert too, I hope you’ll enjoy it! I know we have my birthday cake too but I thought you should taste their special too, it’s so tasty I love it.”

“I am so happy I am spending my birthday with you YN.” The man gushes like a teen boy, never leaving your hand, “you know I love you a lot, so much.” He sighs like this is a dream he never wants to wake up from.

“You love me too right?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, why does he always ask you this question? His need to be reassured drives you insane sometimes, he knows the answer yet why?

“Of course.”

A huge smiles breaks out from his lips, his eyes crinkle so sweetly, his cheeks are almost red, your boyfriend blushes softly and giggles.

“Then, you’re going to love my surprise YN.”

Your furrow your brows.

“Actually Jungkook I need to tell- no YN. Not now please.” You close your mouth, anxiety rushes through you as you watch him stand up from the table, what is he doing?

You don’t get it, it’s his birthday yet he’s giving you a surprise? 

Your eyes follow his as you watch him walk closer to you and you are too focused on him to utter a word, he looks at you and halts his movement, looking at you with his deep brown orbs.

“B-Babe what are you doing??”

It’s all too quick, he’s on one knee, as he puts his hand into his pocket, and takes out a velvet black box. Your heartbeat is going crazy.

No no no!!!

“JUNGKOOK!- YN. Will you make me the luckiest man alive, will you marry me?”

You can’t breathe, it feels so suffocating suddenly, his words hit you like a brick, ringing repeatedly in your ears. You want to cry.

You didn’t want this, not right now.

You stare at him dumbfounded, your mouth feels too dry to say anything, Jungkook stares back at you with eagerness jumping in his eyes, they are sparkling so much.

You watch as he openes the box, the ring takes your attention away from him, it’s gorgeous, it’s too big.

It looks too expensive.

“YN do you see the ring? I had it custom made, do you see these stones? These are yours and mine birth stones, and the diamond is in the middle of them. Do you like it?”

You stand up, speechless, “J-Jungkook….” He doesn’t move from his position, “please say yes YN. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, please fulfill my birthday wish and marry me.”

You feel so helpless right now, he’s making you feel so weak, the look in his eyes is too strong. He loves you so much.

“I’ll make you the happiest woman YN, I’ll always take care of you and love you unconditionally, please baby, marry me.”

Jungkook is quick to grab your hand. “Baby say something, you know you can’t say no, I won’t accept it, say yes, say yes to me.”

this is exactly why you don’t want to marry him.

“I…I…”

“Just one yes YN, I’ll do anything… please marry me.”

[pars-ley]

Title: Come Alive (part two) Pairing: Jackson Wang x f reader Summary: Having not heard from Jackson since he pretended to be your boyfriend to ward off unwanted attention, you try to push him out of your mind, that is until you run into him when you least expect it. Genre: Fake dating au / strangers to lovers au / heartbreak / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 15 (Nsfw-smut in future chapters) Warnings: some brief mild "friendly" threatening behaviour / foul language W/C: 2.2k Banner: @nixiecreates creating pure perfection. Beta: @seokgyuu thank you so much for you kind and encouraging words Tag list: @foofarny @kzokssb @galadrielthepsycho @sumzysworld @vminjackbaddie Notes: just a short chapter as I'm easing into the story that will unfold. I'm so excited. Please like, comment, reblog as it really helps!

"Can I get a medium latte and a slice of the lemon sponge, please?” You ask the barista, at the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment.

“Uh, sure, to have in or takeaway?” He responds with a bright smile, seeming slightly over the top.

“Have in, please.” 

He nods enthusiastically, “coming right up, tap when you're ready.” He points to the contactless card machine and rushes off to make your drink. “Swap with me.” He whispers to the other worker at the coffee machine, practically shoving him out of the way. Frowning, bewildered by his behaviour you shrug it off and make your payment before heading to the other end of the counter to wait for your order.

Taking a quick glance at the seating, you are pleased to see there are a few tables you can choose from, much to your relief. You need to get some work done and with your upstairs neighbours having renovations in their apartment, the noise there is almost impossible. So you came to your sanctuary, your favourite coffee shop with not only the best coffee, but most importantly, the best cakes. 

“Here you are.” The barista says with that same wide, slightly manic looking grin, as he hands you the tray. “Call me, anytime.” He whispers, but still loud enough for the people in the queue to hear, resulting in their quiet sniggers. You glance down at your order and see the scrawl of some numbers on your napkin and your face heats, only made worse by the fact you can feel so many eyes on you. Smiling awkwardly, you blurt out, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” before taking the tray and making a quick escape to your table by the window. 

Once seated you spin the cup to take a proper look at it.

The name ‘Lyle’ stares at you in bold, messy italics. Groaning to yourself, you turn the cup back back around and set your bag on the seat next to you, pulling out your laptop and hoping that the eyes you could still feel on you were only your imagination. 

You most definitely did not want to call him. Especially since you still haven't forgotten about Jackson. It has been a month since you met him at the club and you've had no text or call from him whatsoever and yet, he has crossed your mind more regularly than you would care to admit.

You shrug the thought away as you load up your work and dig into your cake, relishing the sharp lemon flavour of the sponge combined perfectly with the sweetness of the drizzled icing on top.

“Does this boyfriend have a name?” a voice beside your table startles you, your fork freezing in mid air while your mind races to come up with an answer for the persistent barista.

Glancing up at him, determined to continue your lie, you start, “l-” but stop when you see a familiar face smiling down at you. “Jackson?” you drop your fork and stand up to greet him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses you lightly on the cheek, lingering a little too long for just a casual greeting. “It’s great to see you, y/n.”

You can’t help smiling up at him, your bodies almost pressed against each other and radiating intense heat between the tiny gap. 

“y/n?” Another voice sounds and a smiling face appears from behind him.

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“No, no, sorry, I’m Mark, Jackson’s friend, but boy, have I heard a lot about you.” he grins.

Arching a brow you peer up at Jackson and note the faint flush of pink dusting across his cheeks and have to fight the amusement that tugs at your mouth. “Good things, I hope?”

“Oh, yes, very,” is all Mark responds, snapping his mouth shut when Jackson throws him a deathly glare. Biting your lip in an attempt to keep your excitement and amusement at bay and watch as Jackson turns your coffee cup towards him, looking at the numbers written there, “so, is this boyfriend real or did you need a fake one again?” 

The smirk that plays on his lips has your heart pounding against your ribcage, creating a tune just to serenade him with.

“I guess I could have really used your assistance again.” 

He laughs and then his eyes fall serious, seeming unsure of what he wanted to say.

“So still no boyfriend, huh?” Mark interrupts the silence, as he stares very obviously at Jackson.

You shrug, “nope, I seem to have this problem…” tapping your chin thoughtfully, “where guys don't call me.” 

Jackson groans and dips his head into his hands, “I know, I know, I was going to call, but then…” he hesitates, searching for the right words.

“He was being a little bitch about his ex,” Mark interrupts, “but, he's over that now, aren't you?” he scolds and you have to fight the urge to laugh.

“Yes, definitely.” Jackson responds staring intently at you, eyes burning through you and starting a surprisingly intense heat inside you. “I'm sorry, I should have at least sent a text.”

“Hey, if you're not ready, you're not ready, can't help meeting at shitty timing.” you smile graciously, trying to hide your disappointment and hoping you're succeeding.

“I'm ready, now,” he insists, stepping closer to you. “If I haven't blown my chance?”

Your heart hammers so loud in your chest, you can barely hear his words, but the resounding scream inside your head tells you what you've decided. “Why don't you message me and find out?”

He beams at you and nods, “yes, for sure.”

Your cheeks warm slightly and you have to break eye contact, if you want your brain to ever work normally again. Getting lost in his eyes is dangerously easy.

“Miss, are these guys bothering you?” A voice sounds next to you and your eyes drift slowly over following the sound. Who should it be? None other than Lyle, the barista. Thinking he's being a knight in shining armour, when in reality he's disturbing a moment you have hoped for since the night you met Jackson.

You bite your lip, as the awkwardness only continues to grow as you watch Lyle sneer at the two of them, it would almost be laughable if you weren't so disappointed by the interruption. 

Jackson glances slyly at you, a devilish smirk playing across his mouth and as if you can read his mind, you give him a sly wink.

Jackson steps towards him, glancing at the barista's badge, “Lyle, is it?”

He nods in response, suddenly seeming unsure of himself for butting in.

“I really appreciate the concern for my girlfriend, thank you for checking in on her and her well-being,” Jackson's hand lands on Lyle's shoulder, meant as a friendly gesture but you can tell it's also a warning by the firm grips he holds. He picks up your coffee cup and turns it towards Lyle, “and as you can gather, she won't be calling you. No hard feelings, right?”

Lyle shakes his head quickly, cheeks slightly pink and spins on his heels, making his way back behind the counter.

“Thank you.” You fight back a laugh. “you come to my rescue once again.” 

“Always happy to be your fake boyfriend.” he beams at you.

“Or,” Mark chimes in again, “you could just date each other, then you could be her real boyfriend.” He mimes bashing your head's together which would have made you laugh ordinarily but you're hyper focused on Jackson's reaction to that.

He fixes Mark with a hard stare before turning back to you. “I'm sorry, I'm really out of practice with dating.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I'll call you later today and we can arrange a date? I mean, if you'd like to, that is? I don't mean to assume.” His face flushes pink and you can't help but bite your lip from the sight.

“I would love to, but,” you pause just to torture him a little more, “why don't you give me your number this time, in case you chicken out again.”

He gives you a bashful grin before pulling out his phone, typing away and then returning it to his pocket. “Done.”

You feel your cell vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. “Ok, then.”

Both smiling at eachother like idiots, you're interrupted by Mark once again, “ok, lovebirds, we better get going so we're not late for the game.”

“Game?” You wonder.

“Basketball, a group of us play every week.” Jackson glances down at his watch. “Shit, you're right.” He takes a step towards you, “sorry, I've got to go but I promise I'll call you tonight.”

You nod, excitement blooming like roses in your stomach but a small whisper in the back of your mind does not want to get your hopes up again.

His fingers gently clasp your hand, and pull it up to his mouth, he presses his lips to the back of your knuckles, an action that almost has you swooning but you manage to stay upright.

“Really great to meet you!” Mark calls, as he heads towards the exit, drawing people's eyes in your direction.

Jackson backs away without another word, glancing back at you until he's out the door and out of sight.

You sit down, feeling dazed, your hand feels cold where his lips touched your skin, burning them with the memory of the tender kiss. Opening up your laptop and attempting to focus on today's tasks proves difficult when all you can think about is the hopeful impending conversation you would have with him later.

Pulling out your phone, remembering that he'd messaged you, so you could save his number and you see the text. Your mouth stretches in Cheshire grin before you can stop it seeing his message:

Unknown: can't wait to speak later

Just that simple sentence had you giddy and feeling like a love sick idiot. You also couldn't wait till later. 

*

Signing out at 5pm on the dot, you pack away your work things now you are back home. The renovations were still ongoing, the noise reverberating through your apartment like wildfire, making plans in your head to go out for dinner, until your phone rings, halting all other thoughts.

You see Jackson's name on your screen, scrambling to answer it and taking a deep breath to quell the excitement before you speak.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.” you start, sounding a lot cooler than you feel.

His deep laughter vibrates your ear, sending delicious shivers down your spine. “There's no chickens here today, ma’am.”

You can't help but laugh at his reference to your earlier comment. “I can see that. Nice to hear from you. How was the game?”

Settling on your sofa, pulling you legs up to get cosy, you listen in. 

“Yea, good, my team won, of course.” 

How can his voice sound even more devastating over the phone? Every word drips with velvet.

“There's nothing wrong with your ego, is there?” you tease.

“Not when it comes to things I know I'm good at.”

“And I bet you're good at many things.” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, hanging in the air thick and heavy, until he speaks.

“I guess you'll just have to stick around and find out.”

You hold in the squeal that's bursting to escape, as more loud bangs and drilling sound around you.

“What on earth is that sound?” He asks.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you explain about your neighbours and your plans to stay out this evening, hoping when you return the noise would have dissipated somewhat.

“If you're free tonight, why don't we have dinner?” He asks, sounding nervous for the first time today.

Biting your lip and grinning you nod frantically, “oh sorry,” you laugh, realising he can't see you, “I was nodding. I would love that.”

“Ok, great, I'll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Perfect.” Holy fuck, you need to get ready fast.

You text him your address and raid your wardrobe, opting for a black dress with flat shoes, something simple but classic so you would fit whatever type of restaurant you go to. Your hair is beyond saving, so you pull it up in a rough bun, which for once turns out great. You neaten the very minimal makeup you have on when your doorbell goes. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, galloping like a horse that carries you to your front door. Pulling it open, your mind goes blank seeing him standing there all in black. A fitted black t-shirt, with black trousers and shoes, he looked devastating in such a simple ensemble.

“You look…” swallowing and trying to appear calm, “amazing.”

His answering smile almost floors you. “I was thinking the same thing, you look beautiful. And we match.”

Looking down at your outfit you can't help but laugh at the coincidence. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asks.

Nodding, you grab your bag and keys and lock up. His fingers entwine through yours and he searches your eyes for permission, smiling as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. It feels nice, the simple action of your hands clasped together, natural and comfortable. Your usual first date nerves have evaporated, maybe it's because you've spent time with him already, maybe it's because you know what it's like to kiss him, or maybe he's just a good match for you. Only time will tell.

[finniestoncrane]

Howdy Sheriff Finnie! 🤠

First off, CONGRATULATIONS ON 3K🎉🥳 very much deserved!

Secondly, rumor has it ‘round these parts Captain Boomerang(ssktjl🙏🏻) has been know for bribery and back alley dealings. His wanted status? Dead or alive.

Here’s to hopin’ we catch this sonnuvabitch!

(Seriously hoping this hasn’t been claimed yet🤭😖😩)

Captain Boomerang x GN!Reader, ficlet a/n: thank you friend!! i'm so excited to indulge in our shared insanity over george lmao and to be honest, what would an interaction with him be without some praise?? main event post • event masterlist • tag: finnie3k • main masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: praise kink, lil bit of body worshipping, mutual praise this is a love fest all around, and of course his cock is inside you the whole time so... nsfw

"Wait... Wait... wait wait wait wait wait... Say that again."

George's fingers were buried deep in the flesh of your thighs as he tried to get you to stop moving. Your body was slow to respond at first, still wrapped up in the fog of fucked him, of riding his cock, straddling his waist with your palms against his chest for support. But eventually you came to a stop when you noticed his counter-movements of frantic pumping interspersed with groping your body, had come to a halt of their own.

"What? Say what again?"

"The- The thing! What you just said! I moved my hips a little like you asked so you could feel me a bit deeper, and then you said..."

You racked your brain, playing over the past few moments, although everything admittedly was a bit of a blur since George had pushed himself up to the hilt inside of you, long and thick enough that you imagined he do some serious damage with just a little bit of effort on his part. Your vision had blackened around the edges, muscles tightening and stretching, blood rushing loudly in your ears as he filled you.

"Oh! Ooooh."

With a soft smile, you leaned over him, placing your hands on either side of his face, feeling his facial hair against your palms as you held him tight.

"Good boy?"

His eyes closed and he leaned his head back slightly, exposing his neck, slender and tattooed, tendons tensing as he strained in pleasure.

"You are a good boy, Digs. You're my good boy."

"F-fuck."

Still completely still, not wanting to disturb this moment he seemed to need so badly, you continued.

"You're amazing, George. Hot, strong, funny, and super smart."

His cock twitched against your walls with each word, a surge of pleasure coursing through you each time it moved.

"I'm so lucky that I get to have your attention, and so lucky to have your big, thick, impressive cock buried all the way-"

"Oh-oh shit!"

No friction needed, it seemed, your words had been enough to send him ove the edge, the warmth of his seed spilling into you and trickling out as he shifted slightly in response to his surprise orgasm.

"Sorry, love, I just-"

With a smile, you eased towards him and pressed a kiss to his forehead, clammy from the exertion and the reddening blush that covered most of his freckled face.

"Don't be. I think you needed that. I'll keep it in mind. You deserve all the praise I can give you."

With no regard for the mess you both had made, you slid off of him with a soft moan, laying down beside him with your arms around his torso. His own arms were wrapping around you too, pulling you into a tight side hug as he sighed contentedly.

"Well, aren't you just the best fucking thing since fairy bread, eh?"

In response to your laughter, he pinched your side playfully, smiling at the giggle you let out.

"I'm serious. I'm good, we've established that. But you? You're perfect."

[kunasthiast]

Looting

Playing horror games is something you've always wanted to do. But, it's even more exciting to play with your husband, Sukuna. What could go wrong with your teamwork, right?

a/n: i had to cope so hard this time around hsdhsadsah iykyk!! also, i've been meaning to write a fluffy story like this T^T i think i've had enough angst as of the moment hshdsahda

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, Husband AU, Gamer AU Word Count: 666 All characters are of age.

“Oh my god, oh my god!! Honey, it’s fucking near me!” You frantically shouted as you’re in front of your computer screen pressing hard on the 'W' and 'SHIFT' button to run as fast as you can with your character to run away from the demon chasing you. 

Yup, as a horror enthusiast but easily scared woman, you have the nerve to invite and urge your husband to play with you. With your computers side by side with his table, you completely forgot you can just peek at his screen to see where he’s hiding from the demon (the one who is chasing you at the moment) since you’re too busy panicking.

Sukuna chuckled softly, casting a quick glance at your screen. “Where are you even going, baby?” he teased, amusement evident in his voice.

Ignoring his playful jab, you continued running around away from the demon. But as you found a temporary safe spot, Sukuna proposed a strategy change. “Let’s switch our hiding places. I think I can take it down from where you’re hiding,” he suggested.

“Uh-uh, no way. If I get out from here, that thing will find me again," you protested, your nerves still on edge.

“Relax, babe. It’s gone,” Sukuna reassured you with a laugh. “Why did you even drag me into this if you’re scared as shit, just come over here already!”

With a reluctant sigh, you hesitantly scanned the virtual surroundings before darting towards Sukuna's hiding place. “Fine,” you grumbled.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” He teased as he passes by your character, his character already heading towards where you had come from.

“Just stay safe, okay? I think it’s nearby,” You whispered as if the game is an audio-sensitive game when it’s not. Surely, if it is, your character should have already been dead since you’ve been screaming and whimpering for the past 30 minutes.

Sukuna continued to run with his character, “Aww, I love it when you worry for me, baby! Get’s me so hard any—FUCK!” But before he could finish his sentence, the demon unexpectedly cornered him, launching a surprise attack.

“I told you to be careful! Don’t leave me alone, honey!” You scolded with a pout as you watch his character get attacked by the demon. Sukuna only laughed at this, clearly unfazed by the demon now, “Ah, just finish me off already and come back here to revive me.”

With his character left barely alive by the demon, you quickly scanned the map to see if the demon is anywhere near your hiding place. Once you deemed it safe, you rushed to Sukuna’s character.

As you got to his place, you scooped up his inventory — he even has a LOT of medical aids, which something you completely lack of! He’s always been good at these kinds of games.

“Babe,” Sukuna softly called your attention.

“What? Is it coming?” You replied, still preoccupied looting his character.

“I said revive me, not rob me,” he said with a stifled laugh at you, clearly amused by your antics. This made your eyes widen and froze in embarrassment, momentarily stopping your looting spree. 

“Now, you’re on your own,” Sukuna teased as he laughed hard when he saw your reaction. Finding this completely adorable of you, he rolled his gaming chair closer to yours to plant a tender kiss on your cheeks.

You chuckled at Sukuna's playful antics, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement wash over you. Trying to stifle your laughter as you realized what you had done, you said, ”I got a little carried away."

Sukuna's laughter filled the room, the sound warm and infectious. "It's okay, baby," he said, his tone teasing. "Just remember, next time you need saving, I expect a little more teamwork and a little less looting."

You couldn't help but grin at his playful scolding, feeling a surge of affection for him. "Got it, Captain," you said, giving him a mock salute before turning your attention back to the game.

[ficreadergirl]

*As the night grew darker, the temperature in the room seemed to spike to match the intensity of the passion building between them. Y/n felt a bead of sweat trickle down her neck, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She watched as Jason's eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of the lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin. His gaze was hungry, intense, and it made her feel more powerful than she had ever felt before. The air was thick with the scent of desire, the fabric of her outfit sticking to her body as she stepped closer to him. He reached out, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of her collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine.*

Jason: You are so beautiful, Y/n. 🔥

*He murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her core*

Y/n: 😳 Thank you... I just hope I can live up to...

Jason: *Pulls away for a moment* You have nothing to worry about. *He whispered against her lips, his breath hot and heavy* Let's see what you've got.

*With a renewed sense of confidence, Y/n gently pushed him back onto the bed. He complied willingly, his eyes never leaving hers. She began to slowly undo the ribbon ties of the lingerie, watching his reactions as each piece revealed more of her skin. His pupils dilated, and she knew she had his full attention.*

Y/n: Do you like it? *Her voice was a seductive purr as she let the fabric fall away*

Jason: *Swallows hard* Like doesn't even come close. *His eyes never left her as she revealed herself to him*

Y/n: That's the reaction I was hoping for. *Her confidence grew with each passing second* Undress, Jason. I want to see you too.

*Jason complied, his movements swift and efficient as he shed his clothes. The sight of him, bare and vulnerable before her, made Y/n's heart race even faster. She couldn't believe she had the power to make him feel this way, and she was eager to explore it further. Y/n's pulse raced as Jason's clothes hit the floor, revealing his muscular physique. She felt a rush of warmth pooling between her thighs, a silent testament to her desire. He lay back, his eyes locked onto hers, a silent challenge and a promise wrapped in one fiery gaze. Y/n took a moment to appreciate the beauty before her. She felt the power of the moment, the anticipation of what was to come. With trembling hands, she reached out to him, her touch feather-light as it traced the lines of his abs, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took. He was hers for the taking, and she was going to make it count.*

Y/n: You are... breathtaking. *Her voice was barely above a whisper, the words catching in her throat as she started to climb on top of him, straddling his hips*

Jason: And you're about to set this place on fire, darling. *He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin*

Y/n: Jason... *Her voice was a needy plea as she leaned in to kiss him again, her body arching against his. Slowly, she began to rub her body against his, creating a delicious friction that had them both groaning*

Jason: *His hands sliding up her back* You're driving me crazy. *He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin*

*She could feel him growing hard beneath her, his arousal evident and thrilling. Y/n's confidence grew as she realised she had the power to make him feel this way. With a seductive smile, she slowly guided him inside her.*

Y/n: *Moaning softly* Oh, god...

*Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain as she took his full length. Jason's grip tightened, his body tensing with the effort to hold back. She started to move slowly, savouring every sensation. His hips met hers, setting a rhythm that was both agonisingly slow and deliciously intense.*

Jason: You're so tight, Y/n. *He groaned, his eyes squeezed shut*

*Every thrust sent waves of pleasure. And pain. But it was a good pain. A pain that she craved, a pain that made her feel alive. She rocked against him, her body moving in sync with his. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin.*

Y/n: *Her voice was breathy and needy* Yes! Yes, Jason!

*Their movements grew more erratic, more desperate. They were lost in each other, a tangled web of passion and need. The air was thick with their desire, the scent of it mixing with their sweat and the faint scent of the candles Y/n had lit earlier.*

Jason: *Whispers* Your skin feels like silk... *His voice was rough with want, his hands moving to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples*

Y/n: *Her eyes snapped open, and she leaned into his touch, throwing her head back as a moan of pleasure escaped her lips* Yes, Jason, more!

*He obliged, his touch growing bolder, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples gently before rolling them into tight peaks. The sensation sent jolts of electricity straight to her core, and she moaned, her hips moving faster. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil in her belly that threatened to snap at any moment.*

Jason: Y/n, you're so... *He couldn't find the words, his breath ragged as he watched her ride him with an unbridled passion that was both mesmerising and intoxicating*

*Her screams of pleasure filled the room as she climaxed, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release. Jason's own orgasm followed closely behind, his hips bucking up into her as he buried himself as deep as he could go. HIs hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place as he emptied himself inside her. They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily, their hearts racing in tandem.*

Y/n: *Gasping* That was... amazing. *Her cheeks flushed with pleasure*

Jason: *Panting* You're one hell of a surprise, Y/n. *He smirks, stroking her hair*

[belit0]

IMAGINING SHISUI'S GIRL BEING AS BITCH AND AS UNFORTUNATE AS HE IS🗣️😩She'll be awesome I'm sure

(The couch crew has spoken:)

Belit0 rolled over onto her back, still on the rug, arm draped across her forehead like she was trying to hold her thoughts in. Her voice came out hoarse, thin. -…I can’t do this alone right now. I need help thinking.-

That got everyone's attention.

Obito sat up slightly. -Thinking’s kinda our thing, actually. Go on.-

She stared at the ceiling like it might answer for her. -I’ve got five AUs chewing through my brain. Five. They’re all loud. All fighting for space. I don’t even know where to start.-

Madara raised a brow. -Name them.-

-Police partners AU for Izuna,- she said, eyes flicking toward him on the couch. -Mafia AU continuation for you and Indra. Akatsuki Shisui, which I’m really excited about. Sugar daddy AU for Indra. And this demon's AU. With all five of you.-

A long pause.

Then Izuna grinned. -...Police partners, huh?- He leaned back, smug. -Are we talking buddy cop chaos or slow-burn sexual tension behind the precinct?-

-Both,- she muttered. -It’s kind of... like The Departed meets dumb flirting in bulletproof vests.-

Obito whistled low. -I’d read that.-

Shisui plopped onto the rug beside her, legs crossed. -Hold on. Akatsuki me? like, cloak and rings and slashed forehead protector?-

Belit0 nodded slowly, eyes brighter. -Yeah. You’re insane in that one. Mad. Paranoid. Dangerous. So cool.-

He let out a breathless laugh. -Okay, that one’s sexy. I’d like to live there immediately.-

Indra spoke next, voice dry. -You already started the Mafia AU. You know what it is. You know what it wants. Your problem is stamina, not ideas.-

Belit0 turned her head toward him. -It wants too much. And you, I still have to figure out the Ivy scenes. Madara’s entire arc with Uri. And the power struggles.-

Madara’s tone was calm. -That one doesn’t need to be rushed. You’re building a legacy, not a chapter. Let it age right.-

-And the sugar daddy AU?- Izuna prompted, grinning at Indra. -That’s gotta be fun for him.-

Indra didn’t rise to it. -If she writes it just for fun, it’ll work. If she tries to make it marketable, it will rot in her drafts.-

Belit0 exhaled hard, almost a laugh. -God. You guys are no help.-

-You asked for help thinking,- Madara said, standing to pour a drink. -Thinking doesn’t mean answers. It means cutting through noise.-

Obito leaned his head back. -You’re not lost. You’re just stuck in traffic. It’ll move.-

-You don’t have to write all five,- Shisui added. -Just pick the one that makes your chest buzz. The one that feels funny to hold in.-

The room didn’t press her. No one demanded she pick. But the silence that followed left enough space for her brain to breathe. The AUs were still loud, but now they felt a little more contained. Like they had chairs, too, and could wait for their turn.

Belit0 stayed quiet for a while, the voices around her fading into a low hum. Her eyes were open, but she wasn’t really seeing the ceiling anymore; she was somewhere else entirely.

-…What if I start with the Akatsuki Shisui one,- she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. -Like… seriously start fantasizing it. Go full unhinged.-

Shisui blinked. -I like unhinged.-

She nodded, slow and dazed. -Yeah. The version of you who didn’t die. Didn’t jump. Just snapped. Stayed alive, went too far, turned paranoid and dangerous. Eyes burned out. Hair longer. Voice never calm again.-

Shisui looked... intrigued. -...like, lost my grip but leveled up?-

-Exactly.- Her voice picked up, a rush beneath it now. -He’s too powerful. Everyone’s scared of him. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t trust anyone. He’s charming but wrong. Dangerous in all the ways you don’t see coming.-

Izuna made a noise. -I’m into this. Sounds like you crossed him with a ghost and a war crime.-

Obito nodded, slowly. -That’s a good combo, actually.-

Indra raised a brow. -So he survives his own death and becomes a myth.-

Madara folded his arms. -That kind of character needs either an anchor or a mirror. What are you giving him?-

That stopped her cold.

Her fingers twitched against the rug again. -I want to give him a girl. I’m thinking about it. Something like Ivy or Uri. But then again…- Her voice thinned, uncertain. -Maybe it’s stronger with a reader. More personal. Intimate. No distance.-

Shisui tilted his head. -Depends. Do you want me understood, or witnessed?-

Belit0 frowned. -What do you mean?-

-If I have a girl, someone with a name, a history, an identity, I'm not just spiraling into myself. I'm being met. That could ground me. Or make me worse.- He shrugged. -But if it’s a reader, I'm alone. I speak into the void. I haunt the perspective.-

.…That’s fucked up, and smart,- Izuna muttered. -I love it.-

Obito stretched his legs. -A reader version would be, like, the surface... what people see. But Shisui with his own girl? She would be real, designed to fit him, would add more to the story. She’s the only one who knows where the bodies are buried.-

Indra spoke next, sharp and measured. -If this version of him is mad, paranoid, consumed, then whoever loves him should either be his undoing or his salvation. You don’t get both.-

Belit0 shut her eyes. The ideas weren’t noise now, they were heat. Clearer. A shape forming behind them.

Mad Shisui. Cloak dragging. Hair tangled. Hands shaking. Voice too calm to be sane. And someone, either faceless or terrifyingly real, waiting at the edge of his mind.

Belit0’s eyes were still shut, but her mouth was moving, thinking aloud now, too far gone in the concept to stop.

-…What would her name be, though? Has to be three letters. Like Ivy. Like Uri. Like Bee. Sharp. Quick. Nothing soft.-

The room listened. No one interrupted.

-She would’ve known him before the Akatsuki. That’s the key,- she muttered. -Has to match him. Not just survive him. She had to have that same chaotic spark before he broke.-

Shisui was watching her now, chin propped in his palm. -…So she’s not sweet. Not innocent. She’s dangerous, too?-

Belit0 nodded. -She was probably just as flirty. Just as wild. Maybe you weren’t even a couple. Maybe you circulated each other. Same bars. Same training spots. Same game. You fucked, maybe. Maybe a few times. Maybe more. But it was never labeled.-

Izuna snorted. -Sounds like a menace. I like her already.-

-She had to be,- belit0 said. -Because if she’s still around after Shisui falls off the edge, then she’s either chasing him down to stop him… or helping him burn it all.-

Obito murmured, -What if both?-

Madara tilted his head. -A name, then. Not cute. Not girly. Three letters. Something you can spit in a whisper.-

Belit0 stared at the ceiling again, whispering names under her breath. “Zia… Rem… Dai… Kit… Uma…”

Shisui grinned. -Zia? That’s hot.-

-Kit sounds cocky,- Izuna added. -I can already hear her saying some slick shit to him.-

-Rem,- Obito repeated, low. -Short for reminder. Maybe she was the last thing he remembers clearly. Before the spiral.-

Indra, quiet until now, finally said: -You’re not naming a girl. You’re naming a ghost he can’t get rid of.-

That hit something in her. She sat up slowly, rubbing her hands over her face. Her eyes were wide, burning again. -They weren’t a couple. Not officially. They were options. Almosts. Dangerous when too close. But obsessed.-

Shisui leaned forward, smiling darkly. -And now she’s the only one who can look me in the eye without flinching.-

Belit0 exhaled, hoarse. -Exactly.-

The room was quiet.

Five men, one girl, and a ghost they hadn’t met yet, but already feared.

Three letters.

Zia.

And she was coming.

[itjazzbicch]

Reborn

Pairing:  Kenshi Takashi x Fem Reader 

Summary: Traumatized from all of the horrific sights the reader had seen while defending their timeline and facing Titan Shang Tsung, the reader decided to part ways with her fellow champions and Lui Kang, falling off the grid, but when she is found by her close friend, Kenshi, he offers her a new path in life, at first shutting her down, but his words sticking with her and giving her the motivation to find herself again...

Warnings: Kenshi Tower ending spoilers, The reader deals with some mental health issues, Jax is in this fic (colored purple) slight swearing (but that's about it!) The song used in this fic is listed below!

Word Count: 1.5k 

When I was chosen to be a champion, I thought that my life would excel and that I'd achieve things that I couldn't imagine, but as time progressed, I was put to the test. I passed and made it out alive, but I left with scars on my skin and in my mind.

We all had our lives to live. My friends stayed in touch with one another, but I isolated myself and practically fell off the face of the earth. It would be best if my former friends didn't know where I was and what I was doing.

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"She's here. I just have this feeling, Briggs."

"Well, I've never met her, so I'll trust your gut on this one-"

Sooner or later, someone was bound to come and find me. Kenshi, being the one to step up, and did not expect to see me in a nightclub, shocked to hear my singing:

"Now it's one more boy and it's one more line

(Holding on for your call)

Taking the pills just to pass the time

(I can never say no)

'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

(Holding on for your call)

'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

But maybe not tonight”

"She's a performer?" Briggs saw me on stage, dancing in a skimpy dress, the crowd of the club roaring; disbelief was all over Kenshi's face as he shook his head slowly:

"I never even knew that she could sing."

"It's a different kind of danger And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down It's a different kind of danger And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer 'Til Delilah showed me how,"

Nothing was stopping me from singing, this being the one thing that made me feel alive, dancing, and finishing off:

"Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around."

Posing then bowing as the crowd clapped and whistled at me, Kenshi was evident in the crowd, wearing sunglasses instead of that red band, but I knew him when I saw him. When my eyes locked on him, I could feel the tension as his attention was locked on me, too.

I didn't know who the guy with him was, but either way, it was time to get out of there.

"Give it up for our Queen, Y/N!" The DJ had to keep exciting the crowd, just my luck, but he wasn't in charge of this place, so I waved to the crowd again before slipping to the back.

Rushing to grab my stuff and my car keys, I knew Kenshi would try and find a way to me. Hoping security would do good at their job, I slipped out the back and heard from the darkness by my car:

"Since when did you sing?"

"Kenshi," I sighed, rolling my eyes and giving up on avoiding him, "I've always sung. Just never told anyone."

"Ah, well, you're good at it," Stepping out of the darkness with that guy, his tone showed his concern for me, "Just didn't expect to find you in a place like this-"

"Who's the guy?" I was standoff-ish with strangers, but I didn't sense any ill intentions from him as he stepped up and introduced himself:

"Jackson Briggs. Takashi and I now work for the OIA. We hoped to speak with you."

Offering his hand to me, I only stared, cocking my eyebrow at Kenshi, "OIA? What the hell is that?"

"The Outerworld Investigation Agency," Kenshi explained, "I'm sure you can puzzle the pieces together-"

"Yeah, and I decline," I spat quickly, my harshness leaving them silent; I rolled my eyes again as Kenshi only turned his head to Briggs, wanting to talk to me alone.

"Y/N," Now that we were alone, Kenshi wasn't going to leave till he got more answers, showing more concern for me, whispering, "We've all been worrying about you. Johnny, Kung Lao, Raiden, even Lord Lui Kang-"

"As you see, I'm fine," I didn't want to have this conversation, trying to shut it down, "It was nice seeing you, but-"

"Y/N-" More stern in his tone, he held me by the shoulders, trying to read me better, "Even I can see that something's wrong and how you changed so drastically. I know we went through a lot, but-"

"No, buts-" I whispered, my emotions starting to rise, "That stuff mentally screwed me, and I don't want to return to that life."

"Have you forgotten that you are a champion?" His words brought tears to my eyes, and I felt as if a fire was burning under me, a mixture of pressure and deep desires, "We're human, and our minds can be fragile, I get that, but you're strong, whether you believe it or not. The realms need you."

"I haven't forgotten," I whispered, giving false hope before crushing the motivation he tried to give me, "I haven't forgotten the pain that being a 'champion' has put me through. The realms don't need me."

The silence between us was eerie. I had him frozen in disbelief, hugging his stiff body and whispering before I walked away:

"I do appreciate the concern, but we all have different fates. I'm sorry if mine doesn't align with yours."

"Wait-" It was becoming difficult not to snap, but I had a soft spot for Kenshi, stopping and looking as he handed me a card, "Just in case you change your mind."

"Sure," I huffed sarcastically, finally escaping the situation, but it stuck with me.

I spent the next few nights wide awake, lost in thought, questioning my entire life. For some reason, Kenshi's words, "Have you forgotten that you are a champion," replayed in my head. Over and over.

Staring at his business card, I relived everything that I went through as a champion, and the one constant circled my mind. I never gave up. I faced death and overcame it, took down a Titan. The mental conflicts had me shaking.

The life I was living now wasn't meant for me; that was a fact that I could accept. Maybe Kenshi was right.

Laying back, holding that card close, for the first time since I parted ways with everyone, I felt some peace, knowing what I needed to do and what was right.

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"Hey, Takashi," It took a few more days to get myself together, but it was worth seeing the expression on Kenshi's face as his partner Jax brought me into his office, "Someone important is here to see you."

It was hard not to laugh at his hung jaw, giggling through my question, "You still want me to work with you, right?"

Kenshi's shocked expression turned into a small, relieved smile, "I'm glad you decided to come."

"We got a lot of work to do," Jax smiled at us, heading out the door and teasing Kenshi, "Make sure she knows how to do things right!"

"That won't be an issue," He chuckled, and when the door closed, I took Kenshi's hand and gave him a tight hug, confusing him for a moment, "The job's not that bad-"

"It's not that. It's just-; Thank you, Kenshi," I whispered. Kenshi realized what I had been feeling, returned my hug, and rubbed my back softly.

"I've been wanting to apologize to you. I knew that all the horrible things we went through were getting to your head, and I didn't do anything-"

Hearing him say that made me want to sob, but I shook it off, holding his head to mine, finally defeating the demons in my mind:

"You don't have to apologize for anything. That was a battle that only I could fight. Don't worry anymore, Kenshi. I finally remembered who I am."

Smiling more, he was happy for me and proud, "You're going to make a great agent, you know."

"From what I heard, you made quite a reputation for yourself here. I'll make sure to be even better," I teased, making us laugh, Kenshi teasing back:

"Did you go visit Johnny before you came here? You're sounding a little too cocky, just like him."

Laughing and shaking my head, I acknowledged, "No, but I need to go visit the guys."

"They'll be over the moon when you do. Just don't let Cage know that you can sing. He'll try to get you into the music business," He smirked, making me laugh, leaning over to his desk and then placing a badge in my hand, "Welcome to the team, Y/N."

Staring at the badge, I felt a true purpose in my life again, clenching it in my fist, being filled with a new kind of pride, my voice alone showing my newfound loyalty to Kenshi and the OIA, "I won't disappoint you and give you my all, Kenshi." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[theforestsys69]

Quicksilver wip

This is the first fan-fiction I’ve ever written so please bear with me.

I started this a month ago and thought I’d post it and see what you guys thought and if I should continue it.

I was enjoying my daily walk, roaming through the field near my house, listening to music as the sun rose. Mouthing the words as if I was singing aloud to 'James Deen You Let Us Down' as I started to pick wildflowers, not completely paying attention to my surroundings, more lost in thought. I had left the X-men a couple of years ago now. The daily stress had taken a horrible toll on me. I had only been there a few years before Charles had pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to take a break as he saw how much the daily threats to me and friends were wearing on me. He offered this property so I could stay close. "Just in case" he said. It was a small ranch house with an equally small ranch built just nearby. I am a happy owner of about 30 acres of land, most of it woods or old fields that grow nothing but weeds and flowers at this point. I barely left except to get groceries once a week. It was just me, my powers and this sweet ranch.

I was suddenly snapped from my thoughts when I felt someone else in them. "Y/N, I'm sorry but we need you at the X-mansion now." Prof. Xavier spoke from Ceribro to my mind.

"What happened?" I pushed the thought to the top of my mind so he could hear it.

"I will explain when you get here."

So I ran from the field, abandoning my flowers to get to my house to change from my ratty pjs and grab my keys.

Once I got to the mansion I noticed the building looked strange, not putting too much thought into it, I quickly ran to the doors and entered them to see.. no one? No kids running around and a mess of the place? I rush to the elevator press the last button for basement.

Once I'm down I am greeted by something new, or rather someone new. He zooms past me then stops and zooms to where I am in a blur and even though I technically witness it all, I barely process it with how fast it happens.

"Sorry hot stuff, private property, ya gotta go." This silver-haired guy spoke far too calmly for someone who probably lived through the scene upstairs.

"No, I definitely belong here." I spoke with confusion painted all over my face. Did Charles not tell them I was coming? I couldn’t help the slight smile that lit my face at the pet name but the confusion covered it. Mostly.

"I'm not that easy, now get out of here." A irritation was starting to join his tone, slightly dropping the nonchalant attitude.

Before I had a chance to respond Charles entered the room. "Ah, I'm glad to see you made it, Y/N.” He said slightly smiling, moving towards us. “I was worried something had happened."

The speedster in front of me seemed shocked with the familiarity he spoke with.

I barely listened to his words, just excited to see him alive and well. "Charles Xavier, you have no idea what a pleasure it is to see you. What all happened around here?" I inquired, the confusion turning to excitement then into worry.

"Come along my dear, join us in the meeting room, we have much to discuss." He told us, words coated with urgency.

The walk to the room was almost entirely quiet, only broken by the occasional sneeze or cough, but I couldn’t focus on that, my attention was entirely on how long the Silverboy had been staring.

Finally turning to face him, I barked “What are ya looking at?” I let the irritation take over more than I would have liked, managing to scare even myself

My next statement is much calmer. “Who even are you?”

“Quicksilver.” He says quickly. Seems on brand.

“Real name.” I state.

“You could have just said you’re curious about me, babe.” He smirks. “It’s Peter Maximoff.” He slightly tilts his head at my slight blush.

“Thank you, Peter.” I say slightly happier now, trying to ignore how he is making me feel and I attempt to put my irritated facade back on.

Our moment is quickly interrupted by Charles announcing we’re here, making me quickly break eye contact. I open the door for Charles and Peter and go in after them, taking a seat next to Ororo who is excited to see me and give me a hug.

“Oh my goddess, how have you been? It’s been forever!” She cooed as she pulled me into another hug.

“I’ve been good, great actually.” I say as I pull away from the hug only to stay attached by her arms still slightly holding me. “After all this you should stop by the ranch, you’d love it.” I smile ear to ear seeing her again after all this time.

“I would love to and I’m sure Jean and Scott would love to see it too! Oh honey, it’s so nice to see you doing good, especially because of how I saw you last.”

She looked sorrowful as she remembered past me. “If this is going to take a toll on you the same please tell me, I’m sure you can go back to retirement, sweetheart, if need be.”

“Thank you, Ororo, but I think I’ll be okay for one mission and honestly? I kinda missed it.” I looked hopeful.

I am once again interrupted by Charles but for good reason. “Dr. Trask is back.” Charles spoke solemnly.

Once the words were spoken I felt a tremble down my spine. “THE Dr. Trask, not someone else with the same name? The guy you guys barely saved me from getting experimented on and killed by? The reason I retired? Totally different guy, yes?” I stood up from my seat, unable to just sit anymore.

Everyone looked away from me except Charles. I wish the sorrow in his eyes was enough to calm my storm. “I’m so sorry Y/N but it’s him. You can either keep half the kids from the same fate as you or worse or walk out. Your choice.”

Ororo took my hand in hers, breaking my eye contact with charles. “Honey, please sit. I know it’s hard, but we need you hun.” Her eyes were pleading.

I looked around to see the same look in all my old friends' eyes, well the ones I could see. Even people I had yet to meet seemed to look at me with some form of hope.

I took a seat and tried to push my feelings back as Charles continued. “We believe he took all the children and is planning on experimenting on them. He has been trying to make better Sentinels and he has so far gotten nowhere.” His tone is stern and serious. “But with the kids, he may be able to use some of their genes to create his dream Sentinels. Some of the kids are safe and were able to escape before getting captured.”

“So what’s the plan?” Scott questioned.

I know, it’s a pretty boring start. So sorry. Tell me what you think and what I should change. Also sorry about writing Storm more southern, it’s how she sounds in my head for some reason lol.

Love and blessings to you all! <33

Divider made by: @dollywons

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter three: Win Lose or Draal (3/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Jim wins a new ally.

Word count: 1046

Warnings: nop

(Season 1 Episode 6)

Song?: Glory And Gore by Lorde

Previous — Next

Masterlist

Trollmarket was beautiful. The underground city was full of colorful lights, even with the market empty the place looked alive. Immediately, Y/n’s eyes found the heartstone. The gigantic cristal and it’s warmth light left her completely speechless, even made her forget, for a moment, the possibility of her brother dying.

“Where’s everyone?” Y/n asked. She was excited to meet Jim’s new friends and the creatures his book depicted.

“Probably waiting for the fight” explained Toby.

“Oh, right” she took her eyes from the heartstone and looked at her brother “Don’t worry if you die I’ll bring you back” she joked.

Jim gave her a half smile. They were both terrible at hiding their fear.

“Master Jim! Welco-ah! Witch” Blinky stopped mid greeting.

“Blinky! This is my sister Y/n!”

“Oh! My apologies, I must've confused her with someone else!”

“You know a lot of humans?” Y/n lifted her eyebrow confused.

“Oh…well” Blinky’s arms fell down to his side but he put them back up fast “Come on, master Jim. A…great warrior always…shows up in time…” he started pushing Jim to the hero’s forge.

At the forge all the trolls were already excited, filled with the rush of battle.

“Hey, I… I want you to have this” Jim gave a letter to Y/n and another to Toby.

“What’s this?” Asked Toby.

“It says everything I want to say”

“You promised me tacos”

“Now is not the time for lunch, Tobes” Jim scoffed.

“Last week, the three of us went for tacos. I paid. You said, ‘Next time on me’ You’re going to get this letter back unopened after the fight, and when you get back, we’ll get tacos”

“He’s right, Jim. You owe him tacos” Y/n smiled.

“Tacos sound good” Jim laughed.

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“Draal, son of Kanjigar, son of Tarigar, Draal “the destroyer”, come forth.” Vendel, the white troll announced.

A spiky blue rock started rolling down a path, jumping in the air transforming into a big blue troll with six horns.

“That’s Draal?” Y/n whispered to Toby “He’s huge”

“Yeah” he sounded as worried as her.

“And now, Draal’s combatant, James Lake Jr, son of…Bar-bu-rah. Come forth human trollhunter”

The crowd started booig the second they saw Jim.

“Fight from your heart, Master Jim. It’s strong, stronger than any rock” screamed Blinky.

They close the arena and Blinky said quietly to himself “And certainly, stronger than mine”

But Y/n heard him.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.” she reassured “He has to”

Y/n could hear Toby, Aaaarrrgghh and Blinky speak but she couldn’t pay attention to anything they were saying, only the troll trying to kill his brother.

“And, I am Jim, son of Barbara and the amulet choose me”

The flying axes send Draal over the edge of the arena.

“Yes! He did it!” Celebrated Toby.

“It’s not over yet” explained Blinky.

“He has to finish the fight” completed Y/n without taking her eyes off her brother. She had studied the book all night alongside Jim. She knew what her brother had to do next, what the crowd was asking him to do next, they were screaming for death.

Jim grabbed his sword and Y/n closed her eyes. She couldn’t look at her brother killing someone.

Suddenly the crowd was booing again. Y/n opened her eyes and saw her brother standing next to Draal.

“Look, I may not have followed your rules, but neither did the amulet when it chose me. Right now, over our heads, changelings are in Arcadia..”

Fear and confusion filled the room.

Blinky and Toby ran to Jim before he could unveal the secret.

“What is he talking about?” Screamed Vendel.

“You’ll need a Trollhunter who doesn’t have to live in the shadows. This is a time to work together. They’re building the Killahead—“

“STOP! Say no more! We must leave this instant!” Blinky grabbed Jim by the arm.

“Killahead” Y/n repeated. The word left a metallic taste in her mouth.

—

“Oh, praise! You’re alive!” Toby hugged Jim like he would disappear

“And sore. Ease up” Jim chuckled

Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were called by Vendel before they could celebrate the trollhunter’s victory.

“He opened the letter” Y/n laughed.

“I can tell”

“I didn’t” Y/n smiled and gave Jim back the envelope “You can tell what you wrote if you want but I can’t read the words you thought would be your last message to me”

Jim took the letter and smiled back at her.

Y/n turned and started walking. The tears were escaping from her eyes and she didn’t want to be seen like that, especially now, when they were celebrating.

—

“Remember just a normal teenager and his older sister and their normal life” Jim said more to himself than to Y/n.

“Hi, mom. We’re back!" said Y/n while she took her jacket off. A shiver ran through her spine.

‘Strickler?’ She thought. The same uneasiness she felt when she met him was running through her spine again.

She walked behind her brother and saw that it wasn’t Strickler with her mother but a woman.

“In here. Jim, guess who brought tea?”

Jim stopped in front of the woman that was accompanying her mother. Y/n recognised fear flashing in her brother’s eyes but his face suddenly shifted back and started kicking Nomura out. Y/n wanted to stop his brother but Barbara passed out before she could do anything.

“Mom?” She ran to her mother.

“That speech was very moving” The woman left the table “Too bad she won’t remember it when she wakes up and find your body”

She grabbed Jim and threw him to the kitchen.

Y/n hug her mother trying to protect her from the fight.

“What’s going on?” She screamed.

“Go upstairs!” Jim told her sister.

“Jim I won’t …”

“Go!” He screamed while grabbing his backpack looking for the amulet.

She went and hid in the bathroom, her brother quickly joined her.

The troll whistled a song letting them know she was close.

“Not creepy at all” whispered Y/n.

“Yes! Thank you!” Jim grabbed the amulet from behind the mirror.

Before the troll could open the bathroom door someone grabbed her. Y/n and Jim shared a look and went out to investigate. In their backyard, Draal was fighting the troll.

“What are you doing here?” Screamed at the woman-troll.

“Delivering you pain again, Nomura” Draal answered, shielding Y/n and Jim “Do not touch the Trollhunter”

“Suddenly you’re honorable? Sorry to hear about daddy. Bular always liked the way he screamed”

The fight started again and quickly finished when Draal threw Nomura through the air.

“You were right”

“So, you’re not here to kill me?” Jim asked with his sword in his hand.

“Not kill. Protect” Draal looked at Y/n. She smiled at him.

Jim thanked the troll.

Draal quickly started to walk around the house looking for a place to stay.

“Since I can’t go back to trollmarker I’ll stay here, guard your home”

“I don’t think my mom would be down for that” said Jim.

Draal went downstairs to the basement. Eating a piece of coal and taking a couple more out of the heater he said “This is nice. Here I shall protect you, your witch and your fleshbag mother, Bar-bu-rah”

“What did you call me?” Y/n started walking up to him half confused and half offended. Why were the trolls calling her a witch?

Jim stopped his sister from fighting his new protector “Mmmh close enough” he laughed.

“Your mother will awaken soon. I protect. I don’t clean”

Y/n rolled her eyes and went upstairs along side Jim.

[galactickle]

A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More "Touch Me"

Chapter 4

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

Summary: a very self-indulgent fic of what it would be like to date Demetri as Robby's sibling/Johnny's kid.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Masterlist

It was the night of Moon’s party and you were all dressed up in your favourite outfit, nothing too dressy but something that made you look good. 

“Wow,” Demetri said as you climbed into his car.

“What? Is it too much?” you look down self-consciously.

“No! No, you look great, amazing even, it's perfect,” he rushes. you blush at his words and lean in to give him a kiss. He sends you a cocky smile and starts the car. 

The party is alive soon as you get there, and before you know it, you’re dragging your boyfriend into the kitchen to grab drinks, excited to get a buzz on. Demetri gladly lets you pull him around the house, happy to finally show you off to the people who’ve bullied him his whole life, even if you spend a lot of the night whooping people's asses at beer pong. He's just happy to be seen with you. 

Later in the night, Kyler and his goon challenge you to an “all or nothing” game, where the losers have to drink a pint of beer each. You know they were thinking they could beat you, only they didn’t know you were a champ from your time at your old school and that they would be sore losers, so you accept their challenge with open arms.

While you and one of your girlfriends are kicking their asses, Demetri starts cheering you on, and this draws Hawk’s attention.

“They're never gonna get with you, if that's what you think is gonna happen,” Hawk says to Demetri, a cocky smirk taking over his features.

“Oh really?” Demetri raises a brow at him. 

“Y/N!” your boyfriend yells as you celebrate with your girlfriends over the victory.

You quickly turn to him and run over, looking between the two former friends “hey,” you say looking into your boyfriend's eyes all lovey, you're definitely starting to feel the alcohol coursing through your veins.

“Great game,” he says pressing a searing kiss to your lips. 

And you know what it's about, you're not stupid. But also you're a little drunk so you melt into him like putty.

“Seriously?” Hawk seethes.

You pull away to look at your former friend.

“Him, really?” he looks at you incredulously.

“Uh, yeah, last time I checked,” you look at your boyfriend then back at him.

“B-but he's a total nerd!”

“And you aren't?” you reply sharply.

“Well at least I’m not a pussy,” he says, grabbing a cup from a person walking by and pouring it over Demetri's head.

He taunted your boyfriend for a second as Demetri and you stood in shock from what had happened. When the two of you didn't make a move to retaliate Hawk harshly said, “that's what I thought” and turned away.

When he was gone you snapped out of your shock, suddenly fawning over your boyfriend, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Demetri said through clenched teeth.

“C’mon let's get you cleaned up a bit,” you say, dragging him to the bathroom.

The rest of the night, Demetri was quiet, thinking of ways to get back at Hawk.

“You can stay at my place tonight, I know your parents will probably freak out if you come home reeking like beer,” you suggest sniffing his shoulder slightly. You had moved back in with your mom when she got back from her “trip” with her “boyfriend” and you knew she wouldn't care if Demetri came over, she probably wouldn't even notice.

“Y/N! You're a genius! That's it!” the boy's eyes lit up as you finished talking. Suddenly he was running off towards the house, you following close behind to see what he meant. Immediately, he was up on a stage, microphone in hand, addressing a crowd of people.

“Oh no,” you quietly said to yourself.

And then your boyfriend was spilling Hawk’s deepest darkest secrets with the whole school, all while you stood in shock.

“You're a corpse!” It took Hawk stepping towards the stage for you to snap out of your stupor, running in front of him with Robby and the other Miyagi-dos hot on your heels as you defended Demetri. You didn't know what anyone was saying, still in shock by what was happening, but you weren't backing down

“Guys, stop, we're friends,” Moon interjects. But no one backs down. Just when the first punch was about to be thrown, a cop siren sounds. Instantaneously you turned around, grabbed Demetri’s hand, and ran through the woods.

“Why would you do that?!” you yell at your boyfriend while you drag him behind you as you run.

“He was being an asshole, to me and to you! I had to do something!”

“You realize what you just started, right?” you turn and look him dead in the eyes as you reach his car, parked a couple of streets away from Moon’s house.

He looks down at his feet, and you know he regrets it, so you don't press him any further.

“Let’s go,” you say, turning and getting in the car.

He drives you home in complete silence, the only thing breaking it being the quiet sound of the music on the radio. When he parks at your apartment you finally speak up “I’m not mad at you, you know?” you turn to him.

“Yeah, I know, you're just 'disappointed’.”

You laugh, “No, I’m not disappointed either, I get it. I get why you did it”

He finally turns to look at you and smiles, “You do?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “now come on, let's go inside.”

You practically drag him through your front door and into your room, immediately kissing him as you close the door.

Demetri is taken aback but is still totally into it

“I want you to show everyone I’m yours” you say to him darkly, unsure where this side of you is coming from. Maybe it was the way Hawk spoke to Demetri, telling him he wasn't good enough, or maybe it was the way all the guys stared at you at the party. Either way, you wanted him .

He nods rapidly and leads you to the bed, kissing you as he does so.

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The next morning you wake up to noise in the kitchen, which isn't a regular occurrence but you figure it was one of your mom's hook-ups trying to make a good impression.

And you were right, as you and Demetri tried to slip out of the house, you were held up in the kitchen.

“Morning!” a man said to you, then he looked at Demetri with an odd look.

“Morning!” Demetri replies, holding his hand out, “I’m-”

“Nope!” you slap Demetris's hand away.

Demetri had never met your dad and you never talked about him either, Demetri hadn't known if he was in the picture or not and thought that that man in the kitchen could've been him, and you knew this.

“Not my dad,” you say rudely, looking the man in the eyes as you opened the door and pulled Demetri down to his car.

“Sorry,” Demetri said sheepishly.

“It’s all good, just didn't want you freaking out for no reason” you smile back at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before he peels out of the driveway.

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