#and it took agessss

[lesbicosmos]

Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.

for @deadboyween day 10: Hell

[sleepymccoy]

Appropriately cocksure McCoy: Spock, you want to fuck me so bad it makes you stupid

Spock, for whom quibbling is a form of flirting: nothing in the entire universe makes me stupid

Kirk, at the end of his fucking tether: can we please do our jobs? Perhaps? Maybe we can work now instead of this?

[camillepreakercain]

tagged by @hangsawoman to put 5 albums from 5 favourite artists in a poll and let the mutuals decide which one fits me most

tagging @twoheadedmotherr @gunmetalwoman @swineroses @dormiveglia-dreamer @mindnightcowboy @lesbianjudasiscariot & anyone else who wants to!!! sorry i’m always bad at tagging people but if u see this and wanna do it say i tagged u (bc i did in my heart<3)

[bunnyisintrouble]

7, 29, 37

7: Are you rough or romantic?

I'm both (at the same time) 💕

29: Are you a giver or a receiver?

I'm definitely more a receiver than a giver... Is that a bad thing? But nothing stops you from forcing me to give anyway and correct that character flaw

37: Do you like teasing or being teased?

Fucking love teasing and my mutuals know this pretty well 💫

[kaleyarts]

where do we go from here?

redraw from young justice: legacy game

[whenthegoldrays]

Hmmm, I’m not sure how many words this is (definitely not 500), but this is for the 500 word ask about your fanfiction thingy? You know? 😭😭😭

Anyways, even though I didn’t watch Live Up To Your Name, I still read this anyway (because I just read fics when they seem interesting), so I was wondering about your thought process cause I loved the tension 😍 ——— His eyes widen. “You were lost? In this cold? That's terrible. How long had you been lost for?”

“Oh, about five minutes. Last night was the first time I came here, so I couldn’t remember the way.”

He nods. “Were you— were you supposed to be meeting your boyfriend? Because he was here. He left about five minutes ago.”

“You mean Jae-ha?”

“Yes.”

“Well— yes, I was trying to catch up to him.”

“You two seem very familiar with each other,” interrupts Mak-gae.

Yeon Kyung and Im both laugh lightly.

“We actually, uh, knew each other,” Yeon Kyung explains.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, we met last night when she was here with her boyfriend.”

“Not my boyfriend,” Yeon Kyung corrects him.

“…Oh. Not your boyfriend.”

“Just my friend.”

“Just your friend,” he repeats mechanically. The weight of the words seems to hang in the air between them.

They look at each other for a very long five seconds before Mak-gae, eyeing them suspiciously, clears her throat. “Dear me, I feel like an intruder all of a sudden.”

This breaks the spell.

Yeon Kyung looks away before he does. “So anyway, I was here with — ahem — said friend last night, and your brother happened to be here as well.”

“Well, how about that?” smiles Mak-gae. “And here you two are again.”

“Here we are,” they agree, mirth sparkling in the eyes of both.

okay since I’m answering asks about my writing it’s finally (!!!!) time to answer this. sorry for the delay 🧍🏻‍♀️

thank you so much for the love btw!! and I’m going to be long-winded and a little pedantic, so I’m placing it under the cut :)

So in canon, Yeon Kyung is annoyed by Im’s attachment to her at first, but that’s because of the highly unusual circumstances they meet under. In this AU, though, they meet under normal circumstances (both as members of a minority in a foreign country), so I think she’d be drawn to him and his earnestness and interest in her from the get-go. And like, obviously they’re both a little guarded at first, because they’re meeting in a bar and yeah, it’s hard to trust new people in these surroundings, but this is an important moment for them both. Like, they’re both trying to play it cool, Im is slyly trying to find out if Jae-ha is her boyfriend, but he finds out that she was wandering around in the cold and he does worry because that’s his way — he’s interested in this woman he’s met and he hopes she’s safe and okay. So this act of coolness he’s somewhat putting on kind of cracks in this moment and he just starts asking her if she’s okay and how long she’d been lost for.

Yeon Kyung is still trying to keep it casual — after all, she worries even more than he does about staying safe, day in and day out, especially with the job she has. But Im’s concern and Mak-gae’s friendliness do start to get to her. I love having Mak-gae here as Im’s (step)sister because she’s very perceptive as well as friendly (and like, Yeon Kyung really needs a female friend in this city). She immediately sees that there’s more there than meets the eye, and she’s not afraid to point it out.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Im hinting that Jae-ha is Yeon Kyung’s boyfriend is also inspired by canon, though I kind of did a little reversal here. In canon, Yeon Kyung is annoyed by Im and then he sees her brighten up when Jae-ha visits her, so he assumes she has something going on with Jae-ha. But here, Im’s introduction to Jae-ha is actually hearing Yeon Kyung complain about him, and then seeing her being annoyed by how… I don’t wanna say possessive? but how much he’s like, up in her business. And like,, boyfriends can be like that too, sometimes, so he worries. And back to the present, he tries to figure out if that’s really the case. Which is a little confusing to Yeon Kyung at first, but then she’s also like ahh. he means Jae-ha.

Anyway, Mak-gae cuts in — “you two seem very familiar with each other.” I cannot stress enough how much she is, immediately, their first shipper. And this, of course, gives Im a chance to hint even more about Yeon Kyung’s relationship status, and she immediately has to jump in and clarify that no, Jae-ha is not her boyfriend. Which is definitely a huge relief to Im and leads to that little ✨moment✨ between them. It opens their acquaintance up to, perhaps, something more.

Also, Yeon Kyung looking away first! She’s still guarded, whereas Im is already like, deep in it from the start. But again, grateful for Mak-gae being there because she helps keep things from getting too complicated or too intense or awkward. She cuts in with just a little remark, just something honest, and snaps them back into reality so that they can keep developing that new friendship instead of getting stuck in their own heads about things.

And yeah! Those are my thoughts and the characters’ thoughts during this scene. This was actually so fun to go through and explain >< and it made me want to continue writing the next chapter as well! So thank you for this 🫶🏼🫶🏼

fic ask game

[arealmanofthesea]

100%ed a link to the past in a solid 2 days. for the first time. go me <3

[lad-boyo]

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[dandyshucks]

WAIT SHIT ITS PRIDE MONTH TOMORROW LOL. I NEED TO MAKE ART THIS MONTH RAAHHH

[postmail]

Can't teach an old dog new tricks. Odele in particular is quite stuck in his ways, but at least he still manages to keep it somewhat unique each time.

[sanatoris]

. Anger, it is usually what triggers the WORST in him, the DARKEST parts he tries to cage, to forget. His mother tried to do so as well, but little did she know her success was only temporary, a wall surrounding his memories for until destiny chooses to taken it down. It is now. 

His hands are shaking, eyes wide in disbelief and DISGUST in himself. Did he do that? Those hands that are meant to heal, to alleviate, they are the same hands covered in the blood of a few humans. He can't remember what has happened—- Oh! Wait! They did anger him, trigger his devil when they CURSED his mother, attacked her dignity. The memory of it calms him somehow, as if by this recollection his actions are justified, unlike his usual self. His eyes are back to normal, slowly, or maybe they are lifeless, his hands drop in his lap, bloody and dirty.   ❝  I…  ❞   Hesitant, or maybe exhausted, he tries to answer.   ❝  …can’t.  ❞   Which question he means is a mystery for them to figure if they wish. 

@danversiism cont from x

[louloulemons-posts]

Drunk Snuggles

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie gets a little drunk at a party and wants to cuddle his girlfriend.

Word Count : 1.7K

Warnings : mentions of alcohol, Eddie getting a little sad, it’s angsty for like a second, major fluff, fluffy Eds, none sexual nakedness, use of Y/N, pet names, not proof read.

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Laughing as you spoke to Robin, you could feel the music thumping around the room. You were at a house party, it wasn’t something you did a lot but you felt like it.

“I think our peace is going to be disturbed,” Robin said, motioning to somewhere behind you. Turning you saw your other friend Steve Harrington, he looked flushed in his face.

When he reached you he spoke, “You need to come deal with your boy, he’s something else with booze in his system.”

“Where is he?” You asked.

“The garden, I left him on a lounger.”

You nodded and headed through the crowd of dancing bodies to get to the back door. It was much quieter out there, not many people. A few were smoking and others making out.

The curly haired boy lay on a lounger, staring up at the sky. An almost empty bottle of beer loosely hanging from his hand. Making your way to him you could only smile.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, to not make him jump. Hearing your voice he shot up, “Hey!” Attempting to stand and make his way to you, he cackled as he wobbly, nearly falling flat on his face.

You quickly grabbed him, ensuring that he stayed up right. “Careful Eds,” you said, holding him by the waist. Giving you a goofy grin, he sighed, “You’re so beautiful, where did you go?”

“Just talking to Robin babe, I did tell you.”

“Yeah but you were gone agessss,” he whined, lips falling into a pout. “20 minutes isn’t ages.”

“It is, my favourite girl left me for 20 whole minutes, that’s like … a million seconds!”

“A million?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“Well I’m back now.”

“Yeah,” he smiled again, hugging you tightly.

You hadn’t seen Eddie get drunk too many times, but on the few occasions you did, you noticed he became a lot more touchy than usual.

“Love you so much,” he slurred.

“I love you too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away to look at your face. “Yeah, I love you.” He laughed, shyly hiding his face, in your neck.

“What’s funny?” You asked.

“The prettiest girl in the whole of Hawkins .. in the whole world … the whole universe! Loves me, Eddie Munson. Who’d have thought,” he rambled on.

“How much have you had to drink pretty one?”

“Just a couple.”

“Mhm. Sure you did. Should’ve kept an eye on you.”

“I’m sorry, are you mad at me?” He asked, eyes almost teary when he looked at you.

“Oh no,” you said, softly stroking his face, “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“Mhm, I was. But then you left me! Then Steve said he’d find you, tell you to come and see me if I promised to stay on the lounger.”

“And here I am,” you smiled.

“Mhm! You found me!”

“Course I did, can’t lose my favourite boy can I?”

“I’m your favourite boy?” He asked, tilting his head like a puppy. “Yeah baby, you’re my favourite person.”

His face flushed at that, gosh he was so cute. “Could we maybe go home now though?” He asked.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah I just-” he mumbled something into your neck.

You laughed, “Pretty one I can’t hear you when you talk there, tell me what you said.”

“I wanna … go home and cuddle.”

“You wanna cuddle?”

“So bad,” he said softly, head resting on your shoulder.

“We can do that, let’s go say goodbye and then I’ll drive us home.”

“Home?”

“The trailer Eds.”

“It’s your home?”

“Wherever you are is my home Eddie.”

He looked like he was about to burst into tears, but instead he held the sides of your face and planted a kiss on your mouth. “Love you so much.”

“Love you too baby.”

You unwinded your arms from his waist and took his hand, “Lets go say bye then.” Walking back into the party you saw your friends.

They waved at you as you made your way over, a stumbling Eddie behind you. “Careful,” you said, to which he just laughed.

You hugged Nancy, Steve, Robin and Jonathan goodbye. Making sure they all had ways to get home safe, feeling Eddie almost tugging you towards the door.

“Good luck with him tonight Y/L/N,” Steve said. “Thanks Harrington, see you guys later.”

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When you arrived at the car, you helped Eddie in as he had turned into bambi on ice. No idea how to control his long limbs. “Steady babe, mind your head,” you said, placing your hand on his curls and he got into your car.

He pulled his legs in and sighed as he leaned back against the leather seat. Leaning over to do his seatbelt, he pecked your cheek. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Comfy?” He nodded, you smiled. Shutting the door and climbing to your side, repeating the same actions as Eddie had done, you began your drive to Eddies.

The car was quiet, only the rumbling of the engine making a sound. Whilst you changed gears you felt another hand on yours, Eddie linking your fingers. “You okay?”

“Miss you.”

“Sweet boy I’m right here,” you chuckled.

“Not close enough.”

“Well we can be close and cuddle as soon as we get in and ready for bed okay?”

“Mhm. How longs it gonna take?”

“‘Bout 5 minutes Eds.”

Letting out an audible whine, you looked over at your boyfriend. “What?”

“Too long.”

“You’ll be okay. You’ve got my hand and we can talk.”

“What about?”

“Anything.”

He let out a sigh, thinking of something to say. “Can I ask a question?”

“Sure, go for it babe.”

“Why me?”

“Why you what?” You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he meant.

“Why would you want to be with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re kind, and funny, and a great friend. I love spending time with you. You make me happy, and laugh so much. You’re a beautiful souls Eddie.”

You heard him sniffle. Pulling into the trailer park, Eddie hadn’t spoke since your little speech. “Here we go Pretty one, we’re home.”

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Turning off the car and climbing out you walked round to help Eddie, finding him tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, stroking his face.

“You just said … such nice things!” He cried out, “ so nice and I just love you and you love me and it’s just nice.”

“Oh baby, come on let’s get in. You need some cuddles huh?”

He nodded, rubbing his face and taking your hands to get out the car. Locking it, you walked into the trailer. Wayne was lay on the couch watching a show.

“Hey kids how was the party?” He asked.

“It was good we had fun,” you smiled at the older man. “Good I’m glad, have you eaten?” He questioned.

“Baby,” Eddie whined in your ear, arms wrapping around you from behind. “Yeah, there were snacks and stuff so we’re good. Thank you though.” He hummed at you.

“I assume he’s drunk a bit?” Nodding to Eddie. “Yeah, I’m gonna get him to bed.”

“Call if you need anything Sweetheart.”

“Will do. Say night Eds.”

“Night Pops.”

“Night Son, don’t give her any trouble.”

“Would never!”

You laughed, “Come on Pretty one let’s go to bed.”

“For cuddles?”

“Mhm cuddles, let’s go.” Eddie dragged you to his room, throwing the door open. Falling over his bed to turn on his lamp.

“Be careful!” You said, shutting the door behind you. “‘M okay.”

“Come on, let’s get changed.” You went to his draws grabbing some plaid pants, handing them to him.

Taking out one of his old shirts and some shorts for yourself, you went to him. “You want some help?” You asked.

“Please.”

“Okay Sweet Boy, shoes first, can you take your rings off for me?”

“‘Mkay.”

Undoing his laces and pulling his shoes from his feet, you placed them by his others, sliding off your own. “Done it,” he said, passing you his many rings, you placed them on the top of his dresser, yours once again being placed next to them.

“Okay jacket and shirt next,” you helped him get his arms out and his head out of his shirt, throwing them to the washing bin in his room. “Want a shirt? Or just bottoms?”

“Bottoms.”

“Okay pretty one, let’s get you out of your jeans then.”

You undid his belt as his hands didn’t want to listen to his head, along with the button and zipper. Sliding them off his legs, “Want to keep your underwear on?”

“No.”

“Can I do it?”

“Mhm. Never have to ask.”

“That’s sweet babe, but I do. Let’s get em off.” You’d seen Eddie naked plenty of times, not always in a sexual manor, well actually it was less sexual that it was sweet moments.

You’d shower together just because, washing each others hair sweetly, you’d lay together, bare just to be close. He liked skin on skin you’d learned. Comforted him.

“Can you put these on so I can get changed?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He quietly took the pants off you and began to slide his feet in. Sliding off you jacket and top you slid into his. Doing the same with your own jeans, getting into your shorts.

Placing them in the hamper, you opened another draw, pulling out some wipes. You cleaned your face off in front of the mirror. Looking in it you saw Eddie watching you, now in his pyjamas.

“Beautiful,” he said.

“Hm?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” He flushed again, dropping onto the bed and chuckling into his hands. You couldn’t help but grin, wiping off any remaining mascara and threw the wipe into the trash.

“Come on then let’s cuddle.” Shuffling up the bed, you both climbed under the blanket. Turing off the light, Eddie rested his head on your chest, wild curls everywhere. “You want me to tie it up?” You asked.

“Can you play with it?” Sleep evident in his voice.

“Sure thing.” Fingers running through his curls, his arm wrapped around your face and he snuggled into your chest. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Pretty, now get some sleep.”

“‘Mkay.”

Kissing the top of his head, he hummed, soon drifting off into dreamland. You following behind not far after, the sound of Wayne’s show playing quietly filling the darkness.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[nerdlvr]

nipple piercings .

(MINORS DNI)

pt.2 !

ot7 x reader , nipple play / breast play , inspired by this request

you had just gotten home from a girls day with your best friend, meaning you were worn out, oh and in pain. you and your friend had agreed to do something a little wild and get piercings together, turns out wild to your friend meant to get her belly button pierced, maybe you should've stuck with her idea of wild. now as you looked into the mirror you saw your nipples, swollen and sore, a cute shiny bar pierced right through them. you winced as you brought your hands up to touch them. why did you think this was a good idea?

on top of the pain your phone wouldn't stop ringing your groupchat notifications coming in one after the other.

hyuckie bear! : hellooo is y/n coming i'm only going if she is

junnie 💛 : no seriously why would i willingly hang out with a group of men

nana 🫂 : of course she's coming she always does guysss don't be lame we haven't had movie night in agessss 🥺

my 94 🎸: y/nnnn respond pleaseeee are you coming???

ji bug 👩‍🍼 : y/nnn i just broke my legssss ITS AN EMERGENCYY

puppy 💋 : the way she doesn't care 😭😭

big head baby 💞 : whatever losers i'm calling her

your phone began to ring, chenle's profile pic of him stuffing his face with marshmallows shining on the screen.

"yes chenle, what is it?"

you could hear him giggling to someone on the other end,

"y/n, y/n hellooo, are you coming? we have movie night remember?"

you let out a sigh as you slumped down into your bed,

"uh, i don't know lele i'm kinda tired tonight, can we reschedule?"

you could practically see his reaction from the sound of his voice,

"what? no way! you know we all have have midterms soon, and then it's just studying studying studying, we won't get to see you! tell her ji!"

he passed the phone to jisung,

"y/n can you come please, we miss you, i miss you, just for one movie okay? and then jeno can drive you home!"

you heard jeno in the background yell something along the lines of, i didn't agree to that! and chenle shushing him before grabbing the phone again,

"okay well haechan's on his way! see you soon!"

he hung up before you could answer, leaving you staring at your phone screen. it's just a couple hours right? and you won't get to see the boys again after a while so, maybe you should just go, who knows you might have fun.

.

your outfit was comfortable, not by choice of course, but comfortable nonetheless. you put on your largest tee, praying the material wouldn't graze your nipples, making sure to apply some ointment before leaving, hoping that it would soothe the soreness. so far, not so good. but you were already at jisung and chenle's shared dorm, sitting cross legged on the couch.

you had avoided the greetings as best as you could, resorting to a quick kiss on the cheek instead of your usual hug. thankfully nobody questioned it, boys just happy to see you.

the dorm started filling up, only haechan missing as you all sat around the tv, scrolling through the movie options on netflix. jaemin sat next to you, head on your shoulder as he scrolled through his phone. he sniffed loudly, head coming up to put his nose close to your neck,

you looked down at him, wondering what was wrong. he giggled at you, as he placed his head back on your shoulder,

"weird, you smell like ointment."

you chuckled nervously, did you overdue it with the cream?

"oh uh, yeah, just have some muscle soreness, doctor gave me some cream for it."

he hummed, turning his focus back to his phone. mark scooted in next to you, offering you some popcorn. you thanked him as you took a handful, a grimace on your face as you tasted the snack.

"mark, why do you always put too much salt."

his eyes widened as he tried the popcorn himself,

"dude, i swear i just put a tiny bit!"

you flinched as a pair of large hands grabbed your shoulders from behind,

"put a tiny bit of what? did mark put too much salt in the popcorn again?"

you turned your head, not surprised to see that haechan was the one making fun of mark. he leaned down to give you a quick peck on the cheek before walking around the couch to find a seat.

"sorry i'm late guys, traffic is a bitch."

renjun walked into the living room, ruffling his wet hair,

"nobody cares, wait, you don't even drive?"

haechan motioned for jaemin to move over so he could squeeze in next to you, rolling his eyes at renjun's comment.

"buses also get stuck in traffic you know!"

you all laughed as renjun called haechan a name, before everyone turned their attention to the tv, everyone but haechan that is.

"hi baby, gonna give me a proper hello or do i have to beg?"

you side eyed haechan, used to his antics.

"you already said hello, remember?"

you pointed at your cheek where he pecked you earlier.

"i meant a real hello, like a hug, come here."

before you could protest haechan's arms wrapped around you pulling you into a hug.

"wait, hyuck, wait, OW!"

haechan quickly let go of you, confused by your sudden reaction,

"i'm sorry, are you okay, did i hurt you?"

everyone's attention was now on you and haechan, waiting to see if you were okay.

"oh yeah, my bad, just kinda have sore muscles."

you brought your hand up to hold your arm, pretending to have pain there. you heard jeno chuckle from his seat on the floor in front of you.

"sore? from what? you're going to the gym now?"

you pushed his head, offended by his mocking tone,

"for your information lee jeno, i do actually-OW!"

you flinched, hands coming up to cover your breasts. you turned to see jaemin leaned over haechan reaching forward towards your chest. he giggled before turning his head to look at haechan, arm still stretched out towards you,

"see i told you, it's her nipples that are sensitive."

you slapped his arm away, before wrapping you arms over your breasts again.

"what the hell jaemin! have you lost your mind?"

he blushed slightly leaning back away from haechan, sitting up in his seat now.

"sorry. i just noticed, when i smelled you, you have, like, your, you know-"

he pointed to his chest,

"i saw the piercings through your shirt."

the boys eyes widened as they all turned to face you.

"piercings?"

you rolled your eyes at them,

"sometimes, it's better to mind your business, i don't need to tell you guys everything i do with my life, so what i pierced my nipples, can we hurry up and pick a movie?"

jeno turned to look at you, now on his knees in front of you, hands on your thighs,

"you actually got them pierced?"

you suddenly felt shy as you looked at jeno, a soft look on his face.

"well yeah, it was a last minute thing."

chenle scooted over on the floor towards jeno, facing you.

"did it hurt?"

you laughed at his question,

"of course it hurt lele, it still hurts now."

jisung gulped as he walked over towards where the guys had now huddled around you,

"can we see-ouch!"

he rubbed the back of his head where renjun had hit him,

"jisung you can't just ask to see her tits!"

jisung ducked his head, a blush painting his ears,

"uh only if you want of course, i'm just kinda curious."

haechan nodded his head quickly hand coming up to hold your arm,

"me too, i wanna see too."

you looked up at all of them, their eyes shiny and cheeks pink as they waited for your response.

"do you guys want to, like actually?"

they all nodded quickly, embarassingly quickly. mark letting out a cough,

"but only if you want, like ji said."

you bit your lip as you reached for the hem of your shirt. these guys had been your friends for years what's the harm in just letting them get a peek, just a peek.

you lifted your shirt up, gasping lightly as the cool air hit your nipples. all their jaws dropped as they stared at your breasts. nipples perked up and shiny from the ointment. haechan was the first to speak,

"can i touch them?"

you let out a soft yes before you could process that you were letting one of your best friends, touch your tits. but any form of regret immediately disappeared as you felt haechan's large hands cup your breasts, thumb coming up to lightly play with the metal jewelry. you winced at the slight pain. jeno quickly reaching forward to gently remove haechan's hands.

"be gentle hyuck, can't you see they're swollen."

his hands replaced hyuck's, larger and firmer, slightly fondling your breasts before his fingers moved to rub around your nipple. you let out a sigh, the pain from before slowly fading away as jeno massaged your sore breasts.

"yeah? that feel good baby?"

you hummed in response, biting back a moan as the feeling of jeno's hands on your breasts began to cause some tension in your core. you squeezed your thighs together hoping none of them noticed the heat radiating off your body.

mark moved his hand in between your legs, lightly massaging the inside of your thigh.

"this okay?"

you nodded, scared of how your voice would sound if you spoke.

"alright that's enough jen my turn."

jaemin got on his knees in front of you, pushing jeno aside. his hands came up to hold your breasts, slightly squeezing them in his palms before bringing two fingers to gently pinch at your nipples. you sucked in a breath trying to move away from his grasp, when you felt someone's hands brush your hair back, collecting it in his hands, exposing your neck.

"relax baby, we'll be gentle. right jaemin?"

renjun gave the boy between your legs a stern look before gently kissing your neck, nuzzling the spot with his nose after.

mark and chenle on opposite sides of you reached forward, each of them gently massaging one of your thighs before gently pulling them apart, slowly moving their hands inward.

jisung came down to kneel next to jaemin dipping his head towards you exposed tummy, planting light kisses on the sides of your waist, tickling your skin.

you felt a warm breath against your ear, looking over at haechan as he lowered his hand to grip at his bulge,

"tell us when to stop, and we promise we'll leave you alone."

you heard jeno chuckle as he reached forward to undo the bow on your sleeping shorts.

"even though i doubt you'll tell us to stop."

renjun tutted above you,

"play nice boys, we're gonna have to learn to share, right?"

thank goodness you didn't get the belly piercing.

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DOCTOR SHE'S OUT AGAIN, guys i'm not okay ot7 smut??? who have i become???

[lavabug]

A lil Seawatt cosplay progress dump as I'm deep in the make at the moment. I was super extra and modelled his necklace, crown and earrings in Blender. The necklace is based off the Totem Lush bathbomb :D

The wig took AGESSSS my gosh, kinda obsessed though

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

HOME SWEET HOME

KINKTOBER DAY 18 - BODY WORSHIP WITH LENNY MILLER

Pairing.| Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary.| Lenny is skeptical over pursuing his neighbour, however that all changes when he drunkenly breaks into your apartment.

Warnings.| Dubcon, stalking, obsession, head f!receiving, p in v.

Word count.| 4.6k

Notes.| This idea came from a request from agessss ago about him stalking his neighbour.

1985, New York City. 

All it took was a coincidence of timing for CIA Agent Leonard Miller to believe that he had been pulled into an instantaneous love. The briefcase was locked in his iron hold as he strode down the hallway towards his apartment door. As he huffed out in time of his key entering the lock, the apartment door behind him creaked open. 

“Oh, hello Lenny!” a lovable voice appeared. 

Lenny looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes initially narrowed down and eyebrows furrowed. His waist twisted back as he stared you up and down. You were smiling widely at him, your medium sized handbag over your shoulder as you held your umbrella in preparation to fend off the typical NYC downfalls. Good-looking, you were, Lenny initially believed he had never seen you before, wrong, he had many times. But his mind was so slavish to his work that he didn’t even realize the small encounters you’ve made before. 

“Hello-uh…” he trailed, chuckling awkwardly afterwards as he didn’t recall your name.

You giggled and reminded him of your name. That’s right, he thought, how could he forget such a sweet name like yours?   

“Great timing actually! I have something for you, just wait one minute!” you exclaimed happily. Without giving him a chance to answer, you placed your bag and umbrella by the door before disappearing into your apartment. 

Lenny cleared his throat, his head tilted in confusion as he awkwardly waited for you to return. When you did, you held a lemon meringue pie in your hands. Those dark brows of his scrunched as he examined the pie, was it poisoned? 

“What’s this for?” Lenny laughed softly, a heavy tone of awkwardness. 

“Ah I’m a pastry chef so I’m practically always in the kitchen. And you, well- you always just look so exhausted most days… A little sweetness never hurt nobody” you explained with a gentle shrug of your shoulders. 

It wasn’t necessary the words you said. It was the genuine smile that graced your lips. Lenny swore for a split second he saw the light beam behind you and heard the harmonious melody of the harp. But you were so much younger. Perhaps that’s what got his sensations to spark up, an irregular rush to feel young again. As his heartbeat increased and trousers seemed to shrink around his crotch, Lenny crossed his legs. 

“Why thank you, I’ll be sure to have a slice when I get in…” Lenny commented before he quickly opened his door and slid his briefcase inside. 

As he took the pie from you, your fingers brushed against each other and he wondered if you noticed his breath hitch. Both of your eyes snapped to one another and Lenny tried to search for the likewise connection. Was that lust in your orbs? Could you see the desire in his? The situation felt like the build up to a first kiss scene, unknowingly, his head inched closer to you. 

But you dumbfounded him when you suddenly farewelled him and quickly disappeared around the corner. Lenny stared down the hall momentarily, his mind blank yet sensations alive, he looked back down at the pie and smiled. 

Personally, Lenny didn’t have many sweet cravings, only in the form of wine usually. But as he examined the pie on his kitchen bench, contemplating the likelihood of it indeed being poisoned simultaneously to rubbing his hard bulge. He said fuck it and cut him a slice. 

The mixture between the creamy goodness and tangy sweetness melted in his mouth. The sour meets sweet cloud hugged his taste buds as his eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips. The slice disappeared from the plate in fewer mouthfuls than average. As he licked his fingers clean, his moans grew heavier as he felt his cock twitch in a cry out of restrained agony.

Now, he wasn’t sure if it was the pie or you, but he craved a desperate urge of release. Feeling far too needy to call someone over, Lenny rubbed his growing bulge with one hand and had the other pressed against the edge of the bench. Quickly, Lenny found himself moaning your name as he stared at the rest of the pie. His hand ended up pumping around his throbbing cock as he felt his climax break free. 

Lenny smiled gleefully to himself whilst recovering from his unexpected euphoric masturbation. As he ate another slice, he reflected on his actions. Heavily thinking on how on earth he hadn’t properly noticed you before. How he could hardly look you in the eye, especially since he had never seen a cuter face than yours. Lenny hurried off to the bathroom, he needed a cold shower quickly. 

-

For weeks, actually months, you baked him sweet goodness’ and he thanked you kindly. Lenny however believed his sudden sweet tooth was created by how sweet you looked, instead of the actual taste. Now whenever he looked in the mirror, he thought that he had put on a couple of pounds from your baked goods. 

Lenny didn’t actually know why he never asked you out on a date. You certainly seemed keen enough for him, so badly that he had to book a hotel room for his little love affairs to protect you from seeing her walk out the door. 

Since his job was so demanding, he hated the idea that you’d be stuck with him or it’d scare you away. Perhaps because a CIA agent dating somebody with such a simple life just felt so taboo. You were a pastry chef for crying out loud, how was that supposed to work? But either way, Lenny grew to be obsessed with you. It left a distasteful texture in his mouth, his blue orbs always visualized you like a movie on repeat. Despite his arrogant mindset, you were a charming distraction that he didn’t realize he needed. 

Currently, you were lounging in Lenny’s apartment, sitting opposite each other on different lounge chairs as you made small talk, his wine glass swirled the velvet red substance as his eyes cautiously lingered over your perfect curves. The upbeat jazz music played on his player, your head gently bobbed to the rhythm. This was a newly common occurrence, he’d invite you inside and you’d share a bottle of wine. But it never exceeded the line, despite how horrendously the animal inside of him wanted to devour you. 

He had easily created a facade which you so typically fell for. He worked in insurance. The evidence of you never addressing any romance interests in your life confirmed his suspicions. You wanted him, bad. The clock was ticking for one of you to crack. 

“It feels so typical for you to like jazz music” you commented with a chuckle, your cheeks a sweet shade of red from the wine. 

Lenny snorted and straightened his back. “Really, how come?” he inquired, his interest sparked, voice deep and legs crossed over. 

“All people your age like jazz” you hummed before taking a slow sip. 

“My age, don’t make me sound so old” Lenny scoffed, but the grin on his lips was unhideable. 

The wine made your tongue slippery. “I like it” you said softly. Quiet enough for him to wonder if he heard you right, but by the dark shade of red painting your skin, his suspicions became confirmed. 

As your body turned stiff as stone, Lenny felt his heartbeat rise. The music changed to a much slower, highly romantic song. Lenny huffed out and set his glass on the coffee table. “Come on, let’s dance” he exhaled, gesturing his fingers in as he stood up. 

Reluctantly, you listened and stood up. Lenny took you in his arms and he swore your body had turned into jelly. It felt matchless, the way your body molded into his. With your hips swaying together, Lenny pressed his head against yours. His nostrils pulsated as he kept his eyes closed, the music felt like the two of you were on a cloud.

Lenny exhaled, his head inched back enough to look at the way you batted your lashes to him. You were giving all of the signs. The gentle touch of your hands was designed to tease him, tempt him. Those wide innocent eyes were drowning in desire and lust. Practically every sentence that formed out of your mouth was coated in flirtation. Lenny was almost certain you’d drop straight to your knees if he asked you to, no context required. It went unnoticed by him of how firmly he gripped onto your hips. 

“Fuck” he whispered as he noticed his erection pressed against your stomach and you gulped like you had been caught out. 

Suddenly, he crashed his lips against yours - which was already wide open - and his firm hands ran over your body. Quickly, you ended up on the couch, pinned underneath him. Every inch of your bare skin became coated in his salvia, he was determined to mark every section of you as his. As his hips rocked against yours, you moaned gently, your hands tangled in his coarse brunette hair. 

“I like you so much Lenny” you moaned, your voice suffocated by pleasure. 

The reality crashed over him like the explosion of a water balloon. Lenny’s body turned stiff and cold as he regretted doing this. He couldn’t help thinking that he was using you, taking advantage of your sweetness and naivety. His head slowly raised to see you awkwardly stare at him. 

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be doing this” Lenny admitted. 

Your eyes turned glossy and he felt his heart ache. “Yeah, you’re right” you gulped down the ball in your throat. With the both of you sitting upright, you remained silent momentarily before you stood up and headed to the door. He heard you sniffle and watched your hands reach for your face. 

“Stay to finish the wine” Lenny pleaded, but you brushed off his offer and quickly left. 

Immediately regretting his decision, Lenny kicked the leg of the coffee table, the wine splattered everywhere. But he didn’t care, he stormed off to his room and tugged at his roots. 

If he wasn’t already in a relationship with his job, he’d pursue you. You didn’t deserve to be involved with casual sex. The baggage of his lifestyle felt too heavy for you to carry, because you were just so sweet, kind, wholeheartedly genuine. But then you were also a fucking minx, sexy, flirtatous. Maybe you’d be keen for it, keen for him. 

The age gap became a massive turn on for him. Somebody that he could always look after. A person that he could care for. You’d always be dependent on him, surely right? He’d be the breadwinner clearly and you’d just be, well, grateful to be protected by him. You’d stay home and make dinner, never ruling out the serving of dessert. Maybe one day he’d be able to find a way to have it all work out.

-

Even though you both swore on no awkwardness, the tension arose regardless. It felt like a tease when he invited you over for another glass of wine, expectedly yet hurtfully you said no. 

In his free time, which he seemed to be getting much more of, Lenny found himself watching your every move. Working in his profession does certainly have its benefits. All he had to do was flash his badge to the landlord to get him to open up your front door. Lenny demanded he had a key made for himself, no questions asked. It was quick and easy to set up a couple of cameras in your apartment. There was nothing wrong with it, he told himself over and over again. It was all for your safety. 

Your apartment was exactly how he believed it would be, neat, homey and comforting. There was never an off smell or stain on the floor. Sometimes your dishes were still in the sink and the batter stuck to the mixing bowl called his name. Lenny would close his eyes and swipe at the batter, he’d hum to himself and wonder how similar your raw creations tasted in comparison to you. 

When he was alone in your apartment, he imagined a different life. One that quickly turned into a fantasy. He’d lay on the cream lounge chair and picture you standing behind him, massaging his scalp as he watched the television or read a book. Or you’d be sitting on his lap as you gently made out with one another, the heavy NYC downfall of rain sounding rather romantic given the situation. Then of course there’s the torturous dream of you bouncing on his dick, the both of you laughing at how awkward the furniture makes your movements. 

It has been a horrible start to the week, nine agents gone within a snap, under his watch. His skin still lightly trembled from the horrific sight that flashed through his mind. When he returned to his empty, cold apartment, Lenny found himself leaving again quickly, directing himself straight to the closest bar. Whisky on the rocks, followed by another. Then the heavy taste was washed down with a sidecar. 

The imagery just continued to flash over his blue orbs. No matter how many drinks he drank. The guilt was heavy on his shoulders. Not to mention the way it mixed with the embarrassment to the situation. How on earth was he supposed to redeem himself from this one? Lenny wanted to kill that fucker himself. 

When the car sounds boomed and lights stung at Lenny's eyes, he slipped into the complex building and leant against the elevator wall. He just wanted to crawl into bed and stay asleep for days. His hand searched for his key in his pocket and he pressed his forehead against the wood as he unlocked the door. 

As Lenny stumbled inside and closed the door rather loudly, he moaned out softly at the sweet smell of chocolate. His eyes almost rolled back at the scent, he didn’t realize he lit a candle before he left. As he entered the lounge and tilted his head at the cream lounge chair which felt extremely out of place, your voice made him jump. 

“Lenny?” you called timidly, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Fuck honey-What? What are you…” Lenny stood dumbfounded, his hands on his hips as he tried to think. “How did you get into my apartment?” He slurred slightly, his brow cocked as he analyzed your horrified expression. 

“You’re in mine…” you squeaked. 

Lenny spun around the room, everything definitely didn’t belong to him. But the drunken state of him refused to believe he had somehow managed to end up in your apartment by mistake. Yes, he was drunk, but he wasn’t wasted. The idea that his soul was drawn to you made his heart flutter, did he need you that badly in his life? Was Lenny that desperate for comfort and assurance behind his stern demeanor? 

“Lenny? How did you get in?” you dared to ask. 

“The key, silly girl” Lenny snorted with a heavy laugh as he dangled the key in the air. 

Within a blink of his heavy eyes, you dashed out of the kitchen. Lenny’s eyes widened through a wave of anger, confusion and fear. 

“Help!” you shrieked out as you fled towards the front door. 

Lenny was hot on your tail, as you reached the door, you cried out as he body smacked against you from behind. Like there was a magnetized pull to it, his hand clamped over your mouth, despite how badly you twisted and turned yourself, you were unable to free yourself from his bear-like hold.

“Shush… Shush… It’s okay, you’re okay! Don’t be scared! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart” Lenny apologized frantically, his body shook through the overstimulation of emotions. “It was accidental, I swear” he assured. 

Eventually, your body stilled enough for Lenny to trust you. His hand retreated from your mouth, fingers trailed over your trembling lips. 

“How do you have a key to my apartment?” you whimpered.

“Had one made… Just had to make sure you weren’t a spy is all” he explained casually, his forehead rubbed against the back of your head as if to comfort you. 

“What?” you mumbled. 

“Look, I lied to you. I work for the CIA…” Lenny admitted through a heavy sigh. 

He smiled gently to himself, a massive weight lifted off of his shoulders. 

“Lenny… Please get out, I won’t say anything to anyone” you peeped out. 

Lenny stilled momentarily, then he forced your head to look back at him. His soft eyes were narrow, clearly offended by your response. 

“Now, why do you have to say it that way?” Lenny hissed slightly, his jaw clenched and eye twitched. But his head turned back to the sweet smell of chocolate. “You cooking something baby?” he asked, his tone shifting to a much more relaxed state. 

“Just a cake for my friend’s birthday tomorrow” you whined. 

“It smells really good” he complimented, gradually pulling you back into the kitchen. “Can I have a slice?” he asked before placing a soft kiss on your heated cheek. As if it wasn’t a question already decided. You choked on your hum whilst he led you back into the kitchen. Lenny gave you a gentle push towards the oven as he headed straight to your small wine collection. 

“Still got that port wine?” Lenny inquired. 

Your head shot back to him, brows frowned and heartbeat pounded against your bones. It was easy to guess that he had been inside your apartment more times than one. 

“Yep” you forced out your response. 

Shifting your focus to the cake, you cursed to yourself at the coincidence of the timer buzzing off. His stare felt like a hawk, you were a tiny mouse awaiting for his swoop. As the cake clanked onto the board, you exhaled heavily and ran your hand through your hair anxiously. Lenny casually poured yourself both a glass of port. 

“It needs to cool…” you stated as you felt his presence linger up behind you. 

“That’s alright, we’ll pass the time” Lenny whispered as he held out the glass to you. 

Eagerly, you took the glass and managed to slip free of his guard. As you took a few steps away, you kept your back to him and sculled down the port. The glass clinked onto the marble bench and you planted your hands on the edge as you sniffled. Lenny sighed, placing the glass down also and took a step towards you. 

“Come here sweetheart” he purred. 

Your body swayed back and gently crashed into his chest. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as if he was skeptical you’d try to run away from him again. Lovingly, he nuzzled his nose around your ear, as he gently breathed in your scent. Lenny reeked of alcohol, yet his scent was still so sweet. 

“Can I be honest?” Lenny asked. 

“Yes?” you mumbled, your throat feeling tight as you felt his erection poke against your ass. 

“You’re so gorgeous” he exhaled, his voice raspy as he kissed your cheek. 

“You’re handsome too” you murmured shyly as you turned your head to the side to free your skin from his lips. Lenny huffed lightly and pulled you closer to him. 

“So you’re not upset with me?” he asked much more sternly now. It felt like you were in an interrogation room.

“Of course not” you forced out as you tried your best to keep your voice calm. There was only a little squeak in your sentence. Slowly, he turned your body around so he could look you in the eye. 

“I don’t want to ruin things…” Lenny admitted, his chest heavily with anxious thoughts.

“Yeah, me neither. Maybe it’s best if we just-” 

You’re cut off by Lenny crashing his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth as he stumbled the two of you out of the kitchen. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him in fear you’d trip over. With his urges being too overstimulated in want of devouring you, his hands roughly ran over your body, his tongue swirled over your lips and around the insides of your mouth. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you taste so devine” Lenny groaned out, his tongue ran around his lips.

There was no time for the bedroom, Lenny needed you now, he forced you onto the wooden flooring. You whimpered out as he yanked down your thin pajama shorts, he grunted out as the smooth texture of your thighs. Like clothes in the wind, your legs squirmed around until he straddled you, he held your wrists down above your head and flashed you a look of warning. Slowly, most likely to either tease or torment you, his hand pulled up your white top, your breasts popped out, hard nipples poorly hidden from your bralette. 

When he threw your top across the room, his hands grabbed your breasts. You moaned out in shock of the pleasure that sparked underneath your skin, his hands were much smoother than before, he massaged your tits in circular motions. 

“Oh, Lenny” you moaned out, your hips rotating around on the hard flooring. 

“So good for me honey, such a good girl” Lenny praised through a grunt as he ripped your cheap fabric in half from the middle. 

You gasped out in horror and impulsively tried to cover your bare skin. But Lenny smacked your hands away and tutted at you, your hands fell back to the side of you. His thumbs rolled over your erect nipples, he was mumbling to himself a lot, a crazed look in his eyes accompanied by his clenched jaw. 

Then, he started to compliment how fucking perfect your breasts were. Continued on with how he’d happily throw away all of his pillows and spend the rest of his days resting his head on your soft chest. Afterwards, he praised the smoothness of your skin, how it was a flawless tone gracefully painted with your small marks which you always felt insecure about. Your eyes were fluttering back with his kind words, mind turned completely blank of the circumstances you were in. 

Lenny’s hips lowered down your body, he made sure to kiss as much of your body in the process, his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and he looked up to you, as if he was a beast asking for permission. Gently and thoughtlessly, you nodded your head, you could feel the pool of arousal swish around. He yanked your panties off and deeply moaned at the pretty sight of your gushing pussy.

His knees slid back on the floor, ass completely poking up with his upper body pressed on the ground, your legs got moved onto his shoulders as he admired your entrance. It was calling his name, desperately begging him to pleasure it. Eagerly, his lips attacked your folds, you yelped out, your legs twisted around his neck as your hips lifted off the cold floor. 

His tongue game almost felt illegal. This was the pleasure maker you’d pay thousands to experience. As his tongue lapped up your sweetness, your moans were music to his ears. He mumbled against you, eyes squeezed shut as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, he was almost certain he’d cum prematurely, not that he’d even complain. 

“Fuck baby, this is everything I need… You don’t understand how fucked my life is!” Lenny exclaimed, his eyes rolled back. 

“M’sorry!” you apologized frantically, your face sweated and beet red. 

“Don’t be silly, you’re making everything better… Such a perfect fucking cunt, you taste so fucking devine honey” Lenny rasped. 

With the volume of your moans rapidly increasing, you didn’t need to address how close you were. You were stammering out, legs twitching at the sensation. Lenny’s hands reached up to your breasts and went back to rolling circular motions around your nipples. As you reached the point of pure orgasmic bliss, your visions blurred, neck craned, back arched and climax exploded like a first wave of a tsunami out of your core. You screamed out, spitting out complete gibberish as yanked at the roots of his hair. Lenny moaned into your mouth as he somehow managed to catch every drop into his mouth. 

His words of praise were muffled, but it managed to widen your blissful smile. Lenny raised his upper body, kissing the skin on your calves as his eyes were glued onto the beauty of your post orgasm state. Your legs remained over his shoulder, your rear lifted from the ground as Lenny moved closer to you. Swiftly, he freed his throbbing member, it smacked against your inner thigh as Lenny leant down to kiss you passionately. 

“I’ll take you out on a fucking date, does next Thursday work for you? We’ll have dinner” Lenny decided with a nod as he lined up his tip to your sensitive entrance. 

“Yeah- sounds good Lenny” you murmured out, not paying even attention to what he was actually asking you. 

“Good, I can stay the night though, yeah?” he asked whilst he pushed in the first inch. 

You gasped out at the expansion of your walls, you hadn’t seen his size but you could already tell he was larger than most. “Of course Lenny” you gulped. 

“Mhm, my favorite girl..” Lenny praised, his teeth nibbled at your lower lip. 

As his cock parted your throbbing walls, you moaned into his mouth. Lenny praised how well you were taking him, how perfect your cunt wrapped around his cock, how intoxicating you felt. Without any notice, his hips pounded in and out of you in an animalistic way. You mewled, whined, moaned and stammered into his open mouth.  Within a perfect rhythm, your walls squeezed him in a plea to be coated by his semen. As your second orgasm rapidly rose, your mind turned to mush as you acted like bitch begging to be rutted into. 

“I can’t last any longer” Lenny admitted shamelessly, his motions becoming much more sloppier than prior. “Come on, finish with me, let me mark you properly” he encouraged, already knowing you were sitting on the edge as well. 

Your head nodded frantically, then only a couple of seconds after, you cried out again in ecstasy, your mouth pressed against the side of his. Lenny followed directly after, his cock pushed as deeply as your tight walls would allow him to, he grunted out loudly as he muttered curse words. 

“Oh- Uh- I love you Lenny!” you spat out mid orgasm. 

You weren’t sure if it was true, or just a spur in the moment. The stimulation was a thunderstorm in your mind, you couldn’t pick out a single straight thought. Lenny smiled widely and kissed you sensually. 

“I love you too honey, so fucking much. All mine now, okay? Just my girl” Lenny assured, your damp head trapped between his hands. 

As your orgasm lingered into oblivion, the reality laid heavy on you. You blinked slowly, gulped down the thick ball in your throat and awkwardly turned your head to the side as Lenny buried his face into the crook of your neck. Neither of you were sure how long you laid there for, but as his cock eventually turned soft, he slowly pulled himself out and examined your mixed fluids dripping onto the floorboards. Lenny gave you one last praise of how fucking perfect you were, a obsessed look painted on his face. 

“Think the cake has cooled down by now?” Lenny asked casually, a neutral expression locked on.

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jinsei (my kny oc) in the anime style!! dear lord the lineart took me agessss 😩😩

(Normally a drawing like this would take 2 hours max but since I had to change up the whole format it took FOUR. 😨)